#Not sure why I drew these goobers of all people-

[ratatouillewastakendammit]

Ok ok, so imagine, your a spider person on a mission with Miguel, and you’re trying to glean some info from a big gang lord, like, let’s say someone like Kingpin, and just as you’re about to leave with a copy of the goober with the info on it, you hear someone coming (since you would have a spider sense and he doesn’t) and you shove him into the tiny utilities closet and follow after him. But because you shoved him so suddenly and the closet is so tiny and he’s so *Big*, you’re struggling to find a comfortable enough spot, so you keep wriggling and shifting trying to get comfortable and he’s hissing at you to stop moving, and you ignore him, obvs, bc “It’s not my fault you’re absolutely huge” and so you keep trying to find your spot when he suddenly places a hand on your hip, squeezing it tightly as he hisses through clenched teeth in a strained voice “Stop moving” and you’re about to turn to see what’s wrong when you feel the reason for why he wants you to stop moving against you🫣

~Love, Evie

I'm so sorry this took so long! This prompt is so *chef's kiss* Thank you, Evie!!

Your head perked up.

Nervous eyes traveled left, face following as you tried to glean any idea as to how screwed you would be and when.

Three, men probably, six meters down the hallway to the left.

I can work with that.

Taking a moment, you scanned the space around you, vision zeroing in on the first exit you could find. You grabbed your partner's wrist, ignoring his surprised curse as you shoved the door open before shoving Miguel inside and following after.

"What the hell?" he snarled, eyes narrowing when you actually had the gall wave off his question in a 'shut up' motion.

Voices slithered under the glowing crack, just enough for you to hear the essence of a conversation, something about a few co-workers going out for drinks later on. They grew closer and faded away just as quickly.

You nodded your head to the left, a voiceless gesture of 'told you so,' that only earned you a small huff of annoyance.

Despite Miguel's prominent dislike of your carefree persona, he always seemed to assign you as a team for jobs like this.

And, sure, while it could be irritating to believe he didn't trust in your abilities, you also weren't exactly fond of sneaking into Fisk Tower all by yourself, much less bypassing the amount of cyber security no person had a right having.

Besides, he definitely wasn't hard to look at.

But he definitely didn't need to know that.

He also didn't need to know how close the two of you were to getting caught with a big old manila folder containing important information concerning the biggest crime organization in New York.

It took a moment for your eyes to adjust to the darkness, but the fracture of light flooding over your feet seemed to be enough.

Some kind of utilities closet, filled to the brim with cleaning supplies that didn't leave too much room for anything else, especially two fully-grown spider-people.

Boxes stacked Jenga style threatened to fall over with one shove too far towards the right. The corner of one was poking your thigh, pointed tip leaving a harsh indent in the fabric of your suit.

Shuffling around, you tore off your mask in an attempt to draw in some fresh air, watching Miguel do the same. Dark waves curled around a perfectly-sculpted face, irked features fully on display.

The slant of his eyebrows drew downward as he watched you shimmy around, attempting to find some semblance of comfort in this tiny space. "Do you know how to stay still?"

"It's not my fault you're so huge," the tip of a broom was now pushing into your lower back. "What kind of milk did you drink growing up?"

"Ha."

"I'm serious! '6'9 isn't that tall,' my ass," With a groan you shoved away the stick, just for it to fall back down and smack against your temple.

The room felt unbearably hot with his body pressed up against yours. You shifted, trying to create space between you and failing terribly.

"Stop moving," Miguel hissed through clenched teeth.

A few more complaints about your innability to stay immobile were ignored.

At least, until you felt a firm hand grabbing your hip, squeezing the skin and forcing your gaze upward. A snide remark was about to fall from your lips, stolen only away by the pure shock you felt at the object prodding into your lower abdomen.

Your breath stopped.

"I, uh-"

"Don't." Miguel ran a hand through his hair in exasperation. "The last thing I want is a snarky ass comment from down there when this is your fault."

"My fault? How the fuck is this my fault?" You huffed, arms folding as your brain processed the rest of his comment. "Wait, what do you mean 'down there-'"

"Can't you just shut your mouth for a few minutes?"

His sharp tone had your eyes rolling in annoyance, mind buzzing with another unwarranted reply that came out much too quickly for you to give any thought.

"Make me."

The silence that followed was much too deafening for the small space.

Scarlet irises simmered in the darkness. They bored into yours in a way that had you silently yearning to press yourself further into the nonexistent space behind you.

His gaze traveled to your lips and your breath hitched, a shiver running down your spine as you imagined how they would feel pushed against yours.

"Let's get back."

The statement ripped you from your thoughts, eyes lowering in embarrassment while the man in front you began messing with the gadget on his wrist.

It was totally unprofessional to assume-

"Put the folder in the filing room and come straight back to my office." He glanced up from the watch to meet your gaze. "Do you understand?"

You blinked, heart beating against the walls of your chest in excitement. The bewildered expression earned a subtle smirk from his direction.

Miguel leaned down, free hand clasping the end of your chin and lifting your face in an uncharacteristic gentleness. "Got a problem with that?"

With a swallow, you shook your head. "Nope."

He pulled away and a collage of shaded colors filled the unlit room, the entryway to the Spiderverse beckoning you forward.

"Perfect."

[siffrin-gimmick-blog-number-37]

Greetings and Salutations, everyone! Allow me to properly introduce myself.

My name is Zeisty King — aka the random individual behind this silly little blog! I mainly go by just Zeisty, though (seeing as I treat the "King" part as a surname).

My main goal for this blog is to doodle Siffrin from In Stars and Time (as well as other characters sometimes) so I can get used to a new tablet and set up, while also having fun with it!! Hence why I named this blog the way I did and why I don't mind calling the art I post here "messy," especially considering half of them are sketches anyway!

I may make mistakes from time to time and some results may be wonky, but that's okay! It's all a part of the learning process!! And is not limited to forgetting how anatomy works; I put two hands on the wrong way in one post once and I have to accept the fact I did that.

REOCCURRING GIMMICK BLOG TAGS:

#main blog to gimmick blog — anything from my main blog that I've reblogged to this one! I don't think I'll do it a whole lot, but I just wanted to let you know that happens and that they may contain spoilers when it does.

#not quite a daily — on occasion, doodles that don't count as a daily (but are still silly enough to be shown off on this blog) will be posted here! I don't think I'll do it too much, but don't be surprised if you see any doodles that aren't dailies from time to time.

#personal reblog — anything I've reblogged from myself once, twice or even thrice! I sometimes do it to make sure you haven't missed a post from me, or if I have something else to say about it.

#siffrin gimmick blog asks — as of posting this introduction this week, this is a new one! These are any questions you lovely folks wanna send in through this blog's askbox, and that I've answered.

#siffrin gimmick blog doodles — self explanatory! These are any drawings/doodles I've made for this blog, dailies or otherwise! I aim post here every day, though I sometimes won't on account of my memory or out of respect for certain events. Or if I need a break. I am only one goober, after all.

#siffrin gimmick blog rambles — any thoughts I need to say or anything I need to inform you will be under this tag! They won't contain art, so this one and any others like it are the exceptions.

#siffrin gimmick blog suggestions — got any suggestions for me to draw? Along with the ask tag, this is a new one as of this week! Any ideas you have for me to draw will be slotted under this tag! Be careful not to send in any spoilers, as I refuse to draw them six days of the week.

#siffrin gimmick blogs angsty sundays — this is the only time I'll intentionally post spoilery, angsty and/or serious art! I'll make sure to tag them as such so you can avoid them. I just wanted to give you a little head's up that I'll also reblog spoilers and tag them as well. :3

ADDITIONAL NOTES:

-My main blog is @electrozeistyking! You can find me reblogging my gimmick blog doodles there, along with any other stuff I drew not meant for this one (and stuff other people made)!! It's not exclusively ISAT stuff though, obviously.

-I swear quite a bit and do not tag them when I do. It'd probably be a hassle for me if I did, so if you're not cool with that, feel free to block this blog! You absolutely don't have to interact if you don't want to. I will tag other serious stuff/triggers, though! (Except this post, seeing as it's the introduction and it's important folks don't miss it. Sorry!)

-I'm not guaranteed to accept every suggestion or answer every ask sent my way. In the case of suggestions, there is a chance I won't be inspired enough to draw it for you; in the case of asks, I might not know what to say. And other possible reasons, if they ever happen to come up.

-I see every ask sent my way, so please try not to send the exact same Ask/Suggestion more than once! I promise I'm either formulating a response, figuring out how to draw your suggestion, or I was forced to delete it (in regards to the following note).

-I don't want this blog to overshadow you, so I'll unfortunately have to force myself to delete your ask if it has nothing to do with this blog in particular or ISAT. That's why I recommend you send it into my main blog instead!

That's it for now! Thanks for reading, and for hanging around this blog with me! :D

[gin-juice-tonic]

Hey Gin this might be a silly thing to ask, but how did you realize you were trans? Cause ever since I saw your trans Stan and Ford I think I had some sort of relivation, it started with just really enjoying the art you drew to me feeling some sort of envy. Either that I want to dress more masculine or that I actually want to be a man, cause honestly when I look at your trans stans I just feel so much gender envy (jealousy?) And on my last period I had a whole crying fit over it starting, which has never happened before. I just don't know if this is actually what I'm feeling or if it isn't. I've had thoughts of telling my mom and fearing the consequence. This is just all so new and I'm honestly scared. I figured I'd ask you since I look up to you and from what I've seen you are quite wise. I don't really know why I have so much self doubt and constantly flip flop over things. It's frustrating, I just wish I could be certain about something for once. Sorry about this, I'm a mess really.

It’s not silly to ask. My answer is unfortunately a little silly, because I’m a goober. I also typed A LOT so its all going under a read more

So, I was 16 and on tumblr even more than I am now, and I was (still am) friends with a trans woman who reblogged a post that was like “Just trans girl things: eating dark chocolate because it has substances similar to estrogen” and I went “Haha i guess I should stop eating it.” followed by “…why do I feel that way” and THAT was followed by quite the crisis.

Trans men weren’t as well known about back then, so I was like “Well, it means nothing, since only women can be trans”. And then I found out men could be trans too and that pushed my crisis further along. And I started to think. About how I liked when people defaulted to male pronouns for me on the internet, or how when i was a kid I would use a crazy amount of shampoo to make my hair look short and flatten my chest in front of the mirror and look at it. Things like that. And I got upset because “no i can’t be trans that’s impossible”. I would google things like “how do you know if you’re trans”, “quiz to see if you’re trans”, ect.

But the idea of being seen as a man was exciting. It was tantalizingly exciting. And I knew it could be possibility for me someday, and I knew that made a part of me happy and I couldn’t un-know it.

Final straw was a nonbinary person I had been following made a post about how they were going to start taking testosterone. And instead of feeling happy for them I just got mad and started sobbing to myself. Because I was so extremely jealous. So jealousy absolutely has its place in figuring things out.

You should think. Think about attaining the things you’re envious about. Does this make you happy? It’s okay if it’s upsetting or scary at the same time. Change often is. But if it makes you happy, excites you, gives you hope for the future, it’s worth thinking more about.

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You don’t have to jump into telling your mom right away (and I wouldn’t really recommend it till you’re a little more sure of yourself). You can go at whatever pace you want to. I didn’t tell my mom (or anyone in my real life at all) till I was like, 20. And I’d known for 4 years at that point. You’ve sent me a tumblr message, so I’m assuming you’ve got an account here. I’d say asking your friends on this website to address you as male would be a good way to ease into things. And you can see if you like that or not.

For how you dress, again, you can ease into it. Personally it made me happy to dress in athletic clothing (especially tank tops- to show off my non existent guns), or to dress like a greaser (Though I preferred a black t shirt to a white one), or a golfer. None of those things particularly scream ‘man’ but they were man enough to me. You can find things man enough for you. If you want to try out a binder and think you can get one without anyone noticing, my first ever one was a Tri-top from Underworks. They’re like $30 or so. I was able to get away with buying it because I was a cosplay nerd so I just said it was for that.

If you’re the type of person who owns makeup- you could try to find some time alone just to have an experiment of mimicking drag king makeup, or makeup for cosplayers doing male characters. I did that once early on, and while it looked admittedly goofy, it made me ecstatic at the time.

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Er sorry for things getting so long. But I just want to say lastly that self doubt is both normal and okay. And thinking far in the future (ie- things like coming out to people or hormones or anything like that) might scare you. But you can take things one step at a time if you want to. Play with just looking at clothes, making outfits on pinterest or whatever, imagining scenarios where people address you as male, thinking of names you might like. See what makes you happy, and expand on the things that do from there.

And regardless of what you discover, in the end you will have learned more about yourself. And that's always a good thing.

[bunbeeplays]

The Lemon Legacy: Generation 1, Chapter 73 - Redemption and Relaxation

Xander's spending the day going over the plans for construction of the new bar with Hilary, so Ophelia's on her own. Inspired by her last session with Omari, she's going to embrace being alone for the day. In fact, she already has plans for what she wants to do.

Xander: Hey! Are you trying to stall?

Ophelia: Moi? Never!

Xander: Sure. I know you can do it, Lemon Cake. I'll keep my cell on me if you need anything.

Ophelia: No, I'll be okay. There's just a lot of memories attached, but I have to let go. Thanks, baby.

Ophelia goes to to mantle and admires the statue she stole from the museum next to The Blue Velvet after her last shift. She remembers how she felt when she first saw the statue on her first day in Willow Creek, but now she realizes why she was so excited to eventually steal it.

She was new in town and had lost everything from her previous life due to her parents disowning her. Though she had been surrounded by people in the club that day, she had never been so lonely. As she takes it off the mantle, Ophelia reminds herself she doesn't need it anymore.

Ophelia remembers the awkward encounter she and Travis had that resulted in her stealing this pastry display. Now he's a father and has a smart, beautiful fiancée. She removes it from the counter.

Mental note, find something else to hide the leaf poking through the wall.

The sign she had stolen from that same café. It wasn't the prettiest décor, but it was all she had when she first moved to Willow Creek.

Ophelia: You're okay. You're doing the right thing.

Ophelia removes the sign from the wall, leaving a big blank space.

This is her last stolen possession.

Ophelia: Oh, Harold. We've gone through a lot, haven't we? I didn't think you belonged in a museum when I swiped you but I was wrong. You'll always be a masterpiece in my eyes. Goodbye, old friend.

Ophelia removes him from her yard.

And, just like that, Ophelia returns the items she's stolen. Hopefully, there won't be anymore.

She feels a swelling sense of pride at sending the items back to their rightful owners, but there's still more work to be done.

Ophelia sold a lot of the stuff she swiped, so there's no giving that back. To make up for her mischief, she gives a large donation to the Foundation for Less Mischief in hopes that it can be used to help other kleptomaniacs reform like she has. The fame boost is a bonus.

Now for part two of the day. Being alone.

Ophelia could have made plans with Drew or Moses. She could have popped on over to Willow Creek to hang out with one of her many friends there but no. Today is about embracing alone time. The beach by her house is empty. She relaxes.

Ophelia tries one of those deep breathing exercises Omari taught her. She thinks about the sound of the waterfall, the coolness of the shade the umbrella is giving her. She thinks of her friends, her found family, Xander.

She's alone, but she doesn't feel lonely.

Ophelia isn't much of an outdoorsy gal, but she does love the Tartosa waterfalls. She could lay in the water and listen to them all day, the sun keeping her from getting cold and the water keeping her from getting hot. Tartosa really does feel like home.

As Ophelia gets out to lounge again, she hears a familiar voice.

Xander: Is that Rising Star Ophelia Lemon?

Ophelia: Xander!

She runs over to embrace him, and he happily returns the gesture.

Xander: Ooh, this is a wet hug. My favorite.

Xander: I was just on my way home. How was your day?

Ophelia: I returned everything. They're on their way back to where they belong.

Xander: I'm proud of you, babe. Why don't I spin into my swim trunks and join you for a dip, huh?

How do these two enjoy one of the most romantic spots in Tartosa? They splash each other like a bunch of goobers. At least they're enjoying themselves.

Ophelia: So how was working on the bar?

Xander: Good, it's just going to take some time but it'll be great.

Ophelia: Will I get a sneak peek?

Xander: Not until I've got everything ready.

Ophelia: Boo!

Deep in her heart, Ophelia knows she doesn't need to steal anymore to feel good. She has a huge support system in her life, and a Sim she loves more than anything. The energized moodlets from a successful swipe are nothing compared to how Xander makes her feel.

[lifenconcepts]

Traditional simply because it comes a lot more easier to me and I can mess about more :)

Since I was a child? Idk maybe 2016 or 18 I actually tried to make something palatable.

ZERO HAHAHXHXJS unless you count art class in primary or high school. They taught me nothing other than why graffiti is bad or what not.

eeehh no. I rarely do it tbh but when I do it’s probably most likely to be posted here.

Terrible looking men who look like they crawled out the sewers and are all emotionally soggy.

Mmmm anything? Honestly can’t really pinpoint what I hate or like drawing it honestly comes through with a muse.

Never !! XDXD (i definetely should (my anatomy is in shambles))

For fun ;3

LIke… 1 minute.

in my eyes, very!

A couple

Sure absolutely! Go ahead and yet I don’t have anything smart to say about it other than “I wanted to draw a goober, I drew a goober. Circle circle hair”

Eh I don’t really know

Id love to collab! But like, nobody ever invited me to do so.

I only ever do the sketches and a good sketch (as best as it can get with my lack of training) is about half an hour. Anymore and I get all sad that it’s taking so long to look presentable.

Eh about the same

Yes 😜

uhhhh everything apart from the face because that’s where I’m quite good at.

Anything that isn’t the same cookie cutter face plastered on each character. Also straight hair. Also the body? Also good tails. Also in a different style. Also-

Oo it’s a good question but I never really put it much thought. I presume eyes and messy hair since that’s what I can draw consistently, I like drawing it! Also animal paws.

no :(

reehehejdjjdnbxb I uhm.. I don’t know. I hope so! I think I am!!

Yeah honestly it’s just original art cause even when I want to I just can’t really put a character I love on paper all that well.

Eh? I uhm. No clue. I just feel really excited to see other people’s art? Not inspired or jealous or anything. I can go between artist & art consumer pretty easily.

Both? Eh depends on my mood that’s unconnected to the art. If I’m just in general a bit tired or happy then silence but if I’m pissy or apathetic and still want to draw then some music.

Sketchbook! It’s called that, litterally. Also use it to edit photos sometimes and ong it’s better than photoshop and SO much easier. Got tons of free elements and hey, it’s free to download. Lol!

Uhhhh idfk it’s like, whatever I am unconfident at then merge them once I have a good taste for things, but other than that, about 5-15? Just to be able to go back and edit the underside of something. Ugh

P… pen.

By crying and giving up! Obviously xD

Guilt I bare for not being able to express myself in any other way apart from creating.

Artist Asks!

Do you prefer traditional drawing, or digital?

How long have you been drawing?

How many classes have you taken?

Do you have a DeviantArt, personal website, or art blog?

What’s your favorite thing to draw?

What’s your least favorite thing to draw?

How often do you use references?

Do you draw professionally, or just for fun?

How much time do you spend drawing on an average day?

Are you confident about your art?

How many art-related blogs do you follow?

Is it okay for people to ask you about your process?

Do you prefer to keep your art personal, or do you like drawing things for other people?

Do you ever collaborate with others?

How long does an average piece take you to complete?

Do you draw more today than you did in the past, or do you draw less?

Do you think you’re justified in giving other people art advice?

What are you currently trying to improve on?

What is the most difficult thing for you to draw?

What is the easiest thing for you to draw?

Do you like to challenge yourself?

Are you confident that you’re improving steadily?

Do you draw more fanart, or more original art?

Do you feel jealous when you see other people’s art, or inspired? (Be honest!)

Do you like to draw in silence, or with music?

For digital artists: what program(s) do you use?

For digital artists: how many layers does a typical piece require?

For traditional artists: what medium do you like most? (Pencil, charcoals, etc)

For traditional artists: How do you usually start on a big piece? (Light sketch, colored lead, sketchpaper, etc)

What inspires you to not just make art, but to be a better artist?

[transmandrake]

Thinking more about the dissociation and I am somewhat recalling points in my life where I used to talk to myself, imagine my internal conversations as different people, drew myself as separate beings, and, most saddeningly, remembering lots of times I made myself stop doing these things, as I was 'making it up' or 'it wasnt real / healthy'

I dont think I will ever recover those early facets, but I have some optimisism in healing the chronological selves that do remain. So far I think there are...

2 childhood me's (the one that never existed, the one that is what I wanted to be, neither are beings I ever was, they are more connected to those memories though)

Between these and my past adulthood/teen me's, there is a black void. This is when the depression began. Whoevever I was then, is thoroughly gone, if they existed at all. My recall from this period is very weak, and mostly belongs to the body, rarely any internal me.

There are... 3? Past me's? The most parsable is the Creator. This makes sense, as they made, well, everything. They are very tired, and quite enjoying my current selfs take on things, but very distinct and, I feel if anyone is going to want 'time in the seat', it's them. And I accept this! I miss them and their input.

However there are some buds off of them, they are the hardest to distinguish. One is Azpher, and is sort of a vessel for our online experiences. They are also quite tired, and well, never got anything going. They're the more social, emotional side of my time then, I think.

Its hard to distinguish but my trans experience / realisation doest quite belong to either of these entities. I'm not sure if there's a third, or that the transness is sort of, spread across us.

And then there is the current me. Hello! It is easiest to feel them, as they are currently spinning the chair in excitement at being noticed and, more importantly, being given a break from holding up the body (as each before them has done, and failed, as we could not rest, truly) I called them Morpho last I spoke about this but my sister labelled a doodle of them as 'Goober' and they like being a Goober so it's Goober Morpho. Theyre much more confident and, hm, adhd, than my previous selves. This isnt surprising, as no one else has had the chance to unshackle those invisible chains.

Theres also Dennis Hunter, aka the personification of my intrusive thoughts, I made a fursuit of him. He was my first clue at this brain stuff, but I've gotten so good at managing him that he is content only to annoy me infrequently.

The Dogs, they have always existed in some form. They have combatted my intrusive thoughts since I was small, but only for the last few yesrs have they become skilled and, I guess, visible. They are just dogs, they are a little mind guard.

And finally there is me, the body. The body carries out all the functions, it stores everything, it is the only truly evolving part of me, as it is a body and must change.

Maybe if we can have a good rest and give everyone room, we can merge and cull and adapt into something new and more 'singular', but who knows. Maybe my brain has been like this too long to do that.

I just have to keep telling myself this isnt fake, because it really does and has always sounded like a bad coping mechanism I shouldnt encourage, but I think I am almost ready to accept it, and start understanding myself better. If it was fake, why would I keep doing it to some extent throughout my life?

[clarktooncrossing]

HEY THERE PEOPLE OF TODAY AND ROBOTS OF TOMORROW! IT'S ME, CLARK! There is a madness deep in the dark catacombs of Castle Clarkenstein. For years these claustrophobic corridors have been the home of the ghoulish giraffe himself, watching as the world passes by. He prefers it this way. It gives him more time alone with the voices. The voices tell him many strange things. Yet they always come back to one: make more monsters! Everyday they tell him this. Everyday he is unable to comply. Hey, being a mad scientist on a budget means he can’t afford the fancy scientific equipment needed to breathe life into newborn abominations. Guy’s gotta afford pizza somehow. Luckily, he has discovered a way of sorts to please the voices. During all those years of watching, Dr. Clarkenstein noticed a particular pattern. Every night during October saw artists posting new pictures based on peculiar prompts. Many of them based on children of the night. While the spotted specter might not be able to craft new zombies, he can sure as heck sketch’m! As such, I provide this friendly warning to you all now: Be afraid. Few people can survive the horrors that are DUDELZ of the Damned!

By that I mean I decided to do my own take on Sketchtober this year just minus the prompts. Anybody gotta problem with that? Tough, cuz I already drew this crap so you might as well check it out.

Bumper is a mystery. Nobody knows when he died, how long ago the deed was done, or who did it. All we know now is that he is a child-like spirit who can only speak one word: Boo. Despite not knowing much about his own origin, the floating marshmallow is more than contempt with living an adventurous life with his family whenever not making new friends. However, one shouldn’t be caught assuming the friendly specter doesn’t have a dark side. It rarely comes out, but is a sight to behold nonetheless. Revealed only when the spirit is angry or agitated, the small spook becomes a hulking, haunting mass of fear! Gone are his pudgy digits in favor of sharp claws, his round, caring eyes swapped out for white, lifeless dots surrounded by a ghoulish gray, even his Boo becomes a deafening wail! For others this form proves frightening. For the Swamp Gang it’s a sign that the little ghostly goober needs a nap.

Just like this drawing needs an explanation! Back in 2017 I had sketched a ‘scary’ version of Bumper for no particular reason. Whether it was an idea for a story or just a random scribbling didn’t really matter, so the idea was left behind. That is until June of this year when the Dungeon Moron @burningthrucelluloid decided to pull the wool out from under me. During the Curse of Strahd campaign, Crocie managed to find his otherworldly companion within the titular blood sucker’s domicile. However, by then a week had passed and Strahd had gaslit the spirit into thinking the reptile had abandoned him. Why Bumper would believe that when the vampire was the one who torched his original body and held him hostage for all the time is anybody’s guess. Gaps in logic aside, the floating marshmallow transformed a dark, snarling, horrendous version of himself Alec referred to as 'Dark Bumper'. Making it all the more spookier was the fact that I hadn't shown him my sketch until after that session. It was after doing so I realized I shouldn't let a cool design go to waste, thus utilizing it for this DUDEL. Here’s hoping you all enjoy it and that Bumper is really just a double agent.

MAY THE GLASSES BE WITH YOU!

HAVING SAID ALL THAT: Two Bumper DUDELZ in a row? Jee Clark, I love the undead goober but don't you have other characters to draw? Yes, and I do plan on drawing more of them soon. However, do to prior art projects demanding my attention, there won't be any more DUDELZ for the next few days. This was the last one I had in the reserves, scheduled to be posted later on this month, but I didn't wanna leave you folks hanging. So here's one last DUDEL before we enter a temporary pause. 

[sometipsygnostalgic]

adventure time wizard city liveblog

 well here we go

my last adventure time liveblog, i havent actually done one of these in MANY years... probably not since 2014

this takes place at the same time as obsidian?

DID-- DID CHOOSE GOOSE JUST DIE

DID BUFO JUST KILL CHOOSE GOOSE

yeah i know that’s bufo, they only made it enormously obvious, tsk tsk

@spaceacepearl​ joked about us seeing choose goose get sent to hell but i diDNT EXPECT IT TO HAPPEN

This music is i assume by one of the many musical artists Adam Muto listed on twitter, it rocks. It’s not as hardcore as Obsidian’s intro, but it’s suitably chill for the scene. 

“get offa my bus kid”

Those wizards in the left and far right groups appear to be new! 

OH MY GOD--

HELP?????? NEW PROFILE PIC TIME

HAHAHAHAH

THE MUSICAL CON DID ME GOOD, I DID REALLY LOUD AUDIBLE LAUGHTER

i bet hanna and co had fun making these signs

my favourite is the cat with “FAMILIARS HAVE RIGHTS”

cadorka..... wow

We’re not even four minutes into the ep and peppermint butler has already killed someone in front of a large group of witnesses

“this smells of DARK MAGIC” “yall kids know thats illegal right” peps watches the other kids nod before later joining in, LOL

i cant believe pep started the great gum wars and got killed by golb

SOMEONE has been playing Overwatch... 

i-- i still cant believe choose goose is fucking dead

how long was he stuck in hell for, or was that recent to together again after new death showed up 

i have to admit im not a big fan of spader, too perfect, and not in that funny way either. i hope they give him some characteristics that make him stand out. 

im getting flashbacks to OK KO and Owl House here...

Cadebra using music is a reference to Abracadaniel’s love of interpretetive dance in Play Date. 

“they only laugh because youre different” “i know” “SO STOP BEING DIFFERENT” oh my god it’s like talking to my own parents cadebra is actually... a LOT like me, less in her hyperactivity but more in her nonchalant enthusiasm and almost acceptance of the inevitable bullying because it means more time in people’s consciousness

ahhh - it’s quietly revealed here that she is responsible and a skilled magician, she is just bored of magic! i like that she parents abracadaniel instead of being downtrodden by his ramblings. 

PEP NO--- oh i see the problem, he hasn’t got his Bug Milk... sorry Martin Olsen fans, no Hunson today. At least we get one more Phil Face for the road! 

candy people in their natural habitat

Ahhh that’s Doctor Calidoneus! The voice actor was at the recent Distant Lands panel alongside Pep and Blaine’s actors. 

“pretty sure hes just trashcandy” - i like you, sassy antler lady

the mystery of how he gets clothes

and once again spader is proving to be the most irritating distant lands character of the lot, there is no subversion here. where is the subversion?  

NANI

what is going on here? are pep and peppermint the same person or not? im sure they must be, but there is something going on here with peppermint butler’s soul being trapped in the body of his child self who hasn’t got the same memories. 

OH, HYNDEN WALCH DID A NEW LINE yes this is what im here for, special over 

peppermint butler cursed himself... of course he did - Shado was correct!!!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA WHAT THE FUCK

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA WHAT THE FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK

ROCK STUDENT, BLESSED ROCK STUDENT, WAS THAT POOR GUY WHO LOOKS LIKE A JAWBREAKER

love the reference to astral plane, of course pep cant astrally project because cursed pep is still inside of him 

wow, blaine, wow

they have a crush

LITTLE DUDE! COLE SANCHEZ!

i love the dynamic between cadebra and abracadaniel, imo so far it’s the heart of the special. im not really gripped by peppermint butler’s school troubles. i imagine someone else probably will be but i want to run past that shit as far as possible. 

TRDGFYGHJH

WE

WE MADE  A PREDICTION THAT WAS JUST LIKE THIS

PEPPERMINT BUTLER GETTING TURNED INTO THE FOUR COMPONENTS OF PEPPER MINT BUTT LURE WAS IN THE WIZARD CITY PREDICTIONS ART DRAW THAT HASNT BEEN POSTED YET

ILL SHOW YOU WHEN NICK POSTS THE VIDEO and then ill tell you who made the prediction because i... think it was nick himself, insanity 

who plagiarized finn’s signature???

turns out pep really DID take over wizard city!!!!

i love this band

i understand your pain peps

you probably have a bit too much in common with your mother, and i imagine it isn’t easy being turned into a kid and not being able to do stuff that came so easy. you’re disappointing yourself! (he’s literally disappointing himself)

I’m less than halfway through the special, what the fuck. I wasn’t wrong when I said Wizard City had a lot on its plate. It’s noit that I’ve been particularly gripped up to this point, though to be fair I didn’t pause at all during the other specials barring Obsidian. 

that... that poor kid is still a rock

and then the preview happened and bufo casually revealed to the audience that, yes, he killed choose goose

i dont know whats happening with pep but it seems he needs to be exorcised of... pep. which is a shame. i hope they learn to coexist. 

i have to say the background work in this special is really good! like, really damn good. 

WH

WHAT

DID SPADER JUST DIE

IS THIS WHY PEOPLE THINK PEPBUT KILLED HIM 

oh thats right - abracadaniel is cadebra’s uncle! this must be abracadniels sister. sorry, folks, he doesn’t fuck. 

Where are they? Is this anywhere near Wizard City? It’s an unpopulated prewar wasteland. 

THESE ARE JUST HUMANS

OF COURSE SHE WANTS TO PERFORM TO MILQUETOAST HUMANS

my child

is this an art style choice or did they get the people from that one studio to make this

HANNA FINALLY GETS TO FULFIL HER DREAM OF INSERTING KANEDA INTO ADVENTURE TIME

the red jacket he wears and his head pill shape is a big kaneda reference actually, which i suppose makes sense considering he’s a rival to our protagonist, but it’s a bit on the nose

bufo killed one of his own students? but why????

“MY UNCLE’S A COP”

“no one likes a rat”

i actually really like blaine, though im confused. did their VA change halfway through the special?

HOW NATURAL, NO WASTE, IT IS AN ENDLESS CHAIN

did doctor caledonius steal the trophy,,,? 

EVIL SNAIL EVIL SNAIL

MONMSTER HUNJTER DISCOVERY NOISE, this time it’s a tetsucabra

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

I HAVE QUESTIONS

god i wish this is what this special was about, i miss adventure time

these remind me of the comics with their art style :) i wonder who designed them? the one on the right with pb and pep, in particular, very comics-y. 

fdgfhgf because he’s like 500

“pep can be kind of a jerk but he wouldn’t kill anyone”

sorry, cadebra, i have news for you

is doctor calednoius the true villain? if bufo’s out of the picture, she MUST be, 

ANTS

oh no, he might gbe stuck in wizard city :( 

HELP

the writing on the wall...

SPADER LITERALLY FUCKING DIED OH YM JESUS CHRIST

PEPPERMINT BUTLER’S OWN CULT????

THIS IS JUST OK KO NOW

okay im not surprised all the teachers at wizard city are cultists in worship of peps, maybe they killed spader and bufo because they bullied peps T_T

wait no, they thought spader had the potential, but sadly not

HE FUCKING KILLED HIMSELF

sorry, i was distracted by the pretty dope fight sequence and now the special is over????

fucking jesse, hes probably at least partly responsible for the cult nonsense

This credits art is by Maya Petersen!!!! Holy shit it’s adorable!

LRETGFDRGTFGMHGFHFG

LEAF MAN

DO YOU THINK THEY PUT HIM IN RETROSPECTIVELY

DO YOU THINK MAYA PETERSEN DREW THIS AND ADAM PUT IT IN THE EP RETROSPECTIVELY

HE LIVES

MAYBE THIS IS WHY CHOOSE GOOSE WENT TO HELL

okay, it’s over :) 

first thoughts out of the way: not a big fan of this special. it’s like watching a completely different show. it’s not got the PZSHAHH of the normal wizard city stuff and there weren’t a lot of funny jokes or even hearty moments in the thing. 

it suffers from a lack of invested character interactions, much like BMO did. there was not a single main cast member in the whole thing! and like i said before, much of peppermint butler’s character in the show is based on his very sweet relationship to his mother, princess bubblegum, so when they showed a single (hilarious) photo of them together it made me sad we didn’t get any scenes with them together. it would have STOLEN this episode. and they teased the hunson golf photo, and death!!! and jake appeared in a photo T_T last jake appearance. 

it also suffers because Peppermint Butler is clearly not himself, imo he was way more entertaining in the Together Again special, where we seem him back to his “normal” self. 

i dont think peps being a dark wizard was something to “kill off” exactly. i wonder what was going on there? was that actually peps, or was that a spirit he cursed himself with based on himself? we at least know in the future he does become a dark wizard again, and even princess :) this special didn’t answer those questions but lol. 

THE GOOD STUFF, because yes, there was a lot of good stuff! 

God, I’m with Aracle and Maya on this - I LOVE Cadebra and her relationship to Pep. I wish she was even in more of this - I would love to watch the adventures of Cadebra and Pepbut in their first year of school, like in the end credits.

That, imo, is where the heart of the special lay - Peppermint Butler’s attempts to impress himself, versus Cadebra’s self acceptance and desire to follow her dreams of being a goofy goober, no matter what other people thought of her. 

It turned out that Cadebra is a responsible student and family member. I really liked that. Her scenes with Abracadaniel were, somehow, my favourite in the entire special! 

I like that theres a lot of cool magic towards the end of this special, and a lot of HORRIFYING DEATH. It wouldn’t be adventure time if you didn’t randomly kill off child characters. Poor Spader, I hated you but damn, what a grim fate. 

I like that Bufo and Caledonius had this crush/hatred thing going on, but they were part of the same cult in the end. 

I didn’t like the giant peps scene at the end, the monster was extremely milquetoast compared to the madness we usually get in AT. Obsidian, for example, had the awesome Larvo design. Nemesis had some INSANE dark magic!!!!  I wish they drew more from that episode. 

Considering how much Steve Little appears in this special, I do feel bad for Mace (little Peps). He said he would have really benefitted from coaching, but recieved none. He had to re-record his lines 3 times! Judging from his description of events, Wizard City was a hard time for him. 

The wizard school did remind me, heavily, of both The Owl House and OK KO. Personally I was hoping AT would offer me something more insane, but I do love both of those shows, and I know Wizard City was on a really tight schedule. 

I think they should have spent less time on the school bullying plot, and skipped straight to MURDER. 

We did have a cold opening, not on par with Together Again’s at all, but damn!

I am wondering where I would put this in the watch list? I do think it should sit after Obsidian as the third special. The intro scene makes it clear this takes place at the same time as Obsidian!!!

Well, that was it, the last ep of AT for the next few years at least T_T

i think together again was the better finale, definitely. but wizard city feels pretty detached from AT for me, despite the familiar characters it tonally isn’t like the show other than the awesome brutal death scenes. I thought the last 11 minutes was easily the best in the special! Which, honestly, is how it should be, though I do wish it gripped me more. Maybe I’m just not the target audience for Wizard City? It feels like something I would find very compelling if I was a bit younger! 

[alairmena]

Good morning good people, time is up!

You haven't been able to write more characters than I am capable of drawing!

Thanks to everyone who was participating! I'd suggest y'all to follow my posts more closely for similar events in the future 👀😎 Read down for personalized notes!

Here comes every drawing in a separate picture, so that everyone can get their flashcard!

You may also notice that the two first characters were not submitted under this specific post. Actually they were submitted late for the original "group photo of our OCs" post, so they couldn't be added there, so I decided to include them here.

Because I don't leave anyone behind!

Therefore peeps, here you go!

For @foyle-writes-things:

You didn't provide a picture, but you did provide a thorough description, so this is how I imagine Razz! Just now I notice I forgot to color the eyes green, so let's imagine they are :)) I sure hope she's a white hat hacker cuz this mf looking very gloomy 😨

For @informedimagining:

I took a little creative liberty to add her a tan (since she's a country girl and does many outdoors activities) and make her hair originally brown then dyed to blonde, because it just made sense for the character at the moment! I hope you like it!

For @chaotictravelerrants:

Time Weilder seemed to me like a mythological creature/deity of some sorts, so I tried to make him somewhat etherical~

For @strawberryflavoredblade (so happy to be able to tag you T.T):

Here have your DILF OC Leonardo! I hope THIS captures him well 😌 I did notice that you mentioned that his hair should have some blonde strikes since he's aging, so let's say that he decided to look nice for a photo and went to dye his greying hairs so that he looks all nice and dandy (I guess he has enough money and free time for that!)

And unfortunately missed opportunity to draw the crime gloves, but alas, I wanted it to look like a nice photo that you can reuse, so, here you go!

For @renzaslasher:

I must say that your OCs have immaculate design! I loved drawing this poor boy! His face was the first thing I colored bcs it's so fucking fun lmao you need to see how the lineart layer of this one looked like 😂 I drew him with a weary emoji face (😩) because oh my god do I imagine him looking like this all the time having to deal with that goober

For @nightingaleflowlibrary:

I really hope i got colors right on this one (lmao what colors, she's basically black and white even here), but nonetheless, I tried to bring the prettiness of the original drawing to my style, idk if it translates well T.T I love her from your description 🥺

For @divine-proclamations-of-bs:

Come to think of it, this OC really encapsulates the vibe of your username 😁 You're the silly one that provided the hex codes for the hair color and the eyes!!! How dare you make me search for the W3Schools hex to rgb convertor 😤/j Jokes aside, I pinpointed the exact hexcodes for the colors and put them on your silly guy! The picture you provided made me laugh so much I just wish there was more content of this dude 😂😭

For @angelicanoi:

I wanna know more about him, he seems like a charming little dude 🥰 Start sharing more about your OCs on your blog, we wanna see it!

And I really suggest everyone who's been reading this far to check out other people's blogs and read about each other's OCs! Y'all are my worshipers community, start acting like it! (jk unless)

Happy writing everyone!

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So now that i have 36 followers (12x3 🤯) i just want to clarify something to people

In case you haven't noticed, I'm weird. I'm a weirdo. Have you ever seen me without my drawing pen in my hands? That's weird.

I may or may not jumpscare all of you with unexpected fanarts of your characters. Nobody's safe

(and if that's something you're into you may reblog this with more of your blorbos, lets see if you can write more than i can draw >:) )

[mercurial-madhouse]

About someone named M

@zannithinks​​ and @pocketsunshineharry thank you for the fun asks, my loves!!

💥 why did you choose your url? I’m a Gemini, ruled by Mercury, and let me tell you, this mind is nothing but a madhouse. So I’m very mercurial and living in a madhouse. And I liked the ring to it. It’s beautiful alliteration and this writer is so down for that.

💥 any side-blogs? if you have them, name them and why you have them. None! Just this one! Oh gods, can you imagine if I had more than one? I’d implode.

💥 how long have you been on tumblr? Less than a year! I’m pretty sure I signed up sometime last August.

💥 do you have a queue tag? There’s one I have but it became a tag accidentally. Something like “oh hey, look at me remembering I have a queue!”

💥 why did you start your blog in the first place? A fellow author friend, @louloubabys1992​ and I struck up a friendship over one of her fics and she drew me in to the fanfic side of tumblr. To be honest, I’m a bit of a mercurial magpie too, so all the pretty images (moodboards or otherwise) was enough to make me starry-eyed.

💥 why did you choose your icon/pfp? Welp. First off, it’s Louis. Can’t go wrong with such beauty. But I smile every time I see this photo of him so I like to think whenever people see my tumblr, they smile from the picture too! And, to be honest, this is usually how I’m feeling or the reaction I’ve got. It’s just perfect.

💥 why did you choose your header? I mean, I made it. I guess the trio of Louis like a movie reel just spoke to me at the time. I was going for a minimalist style that matched the theme of the blog.

💥 what’s your post with the most notes? I’m pretty sure it’s still my fic post for Three Days in February!

💥 how many mutuals do you have? How do you even check that?

💥 how many followers do you have? One. My beautiful goober of a puppy follows me everywhere because we have an unhealthily co-dependent relationship.

💥 how many people do you follow? This is a tricky question. I’ve got this weird quirk where I don’t scroll tumblr. Ever. I love everyone’s creative posts and am so excited to reblog them all, but they have to be sent to me. So I forget to follow people even though I consider someone my mutual as soon as we’ve interacted in some way!

💥 have you ever made a shitpost? Don’t think so!

💥 how often do you use tumblr each day? For scrolling, never. I sometimes go a couple days not touching tumblr and then a day where I’m creating posts or reblogging things or answering asks and taking several hours. I am... mercurial. XD

💥 did you have a fight/argument with another blog once? who won? Nope! Only joy and happy on this blog!

💥 how do you feel about “you need to reblog this” posts? Never seen one before. I expect if it’s like those email chains my immediate reaction would be ‘nope’. XD

💥 do you like tag games? Love tag games!

💥 do you like ask games? Love ask games even more! They’re so much fun!

💥 which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous? Honestly, everyone is tumblr famous to me. I’m a tumblr toddler! Anyone who has chosen to interact with me sends my heart soaring. There are a couple people who don’t want to interact with me and my first thought was that I’m not famous enough for them. Whoops.

💥 do you have a crush on a mutual? I’ve got writing crushes on all my author friends! The genius! The talent! The brilliance! Be still my heart!

💥 tags?

Ah! Everyone who sees this? @theisolatedlily​​ @louloubabys1992​​ @reminiscingintherain​​ @larryyouknow​​ @lululawrence​​ @allwaswell16​​ @birdstattoo​​ ??? Please feel free to ignore of course!

@makethebestofwhatyouget​​ @solvetheminourdreams​​ @brightgolden​​ and @haztobegood​​ Zanni already tagged you but YOU BETTER SHARE WITH ME TOO. Pleeeeeease!

GRATUITOUS LOUIS!GIF TIME!!!

[shinjukuspiritcommittee]

Top 20 2021

My Favorites (updated)

Hello my readers, it’s been a while since I just posted something not related to a headcanon and I am doing one right now. I just wanted to take a bit of a break to just get SOMETHING on here on my days off work. Plus I’m just trying to find my groove when it comes to writing again so hopefully this helps me just get back into the mood of making a post more often lol. I wanted to revisit this topic for a while just because we’ve had a lot more events and a lot more alts in the game were added. And I know for a fact LifeWonders reads these posts in some capacity because I have meme’d an AR into the game with my top picks from the last list I did for Christmas 2019. No I didn’t. I’m just joking around and I know LifeWonders doesn’t read this.

Anyways rather than just make up a list on the spot like last year I decided to use the Housamo Sortmaker (Link: https://club.housamo.xyz/sortmaker/ ) to try and make a list that’s more revealing to what I was thinking at the time. Since I talked about 20 characters ish last time I’m just gonna read from my 20th place to my 1st place spots and try to justify whatever I was thinking at the time. Anyways-

20: Marchosias and Susan: This one was a surprise for me if I’m being honest but I’m just gonna blame the fact on Shukou’s recent involvement with LifeWonders in the form of Live A Hero and how Ryekie and Mokdai live in my headspace rent free whenever I think about the characters in that game. Maybe we can see about getting some LAH headcanons since that’s a LifeWonders property too). So out of all the characters Shukou drew for Housamo why did I pick Marchosias? Easy, it’s been 4 years and this poor man has yet to receive a proper alt or any kind of skin for that matter and I think that it’s a crime. Sure he’s not my favorite but he’s definitely grown on me because he’s just a gentle dad kind of character and his design has grown on me over the years. I just hope he doesn’t get left behind since he has a lot of really interesting and potential things to look forward to in the future given how the main story has unfolded.

19: Shiva/Algernon: The helmet heads are together because DAI XT quickly became my favorite artist for Fire Emblem Heroes and I really just like their designs. DAI XT just knows how to draw robots, armor and muscles well. Also Chapter 11 with Shiva you can read into some interesting perspectives. I don’t want to spoil any of the untranslated content for anyone who’s waiting for the official english translation. But if you are curious Roureem has a blogspot where he posts summaries of the newly released events.

Link: https://housamosummaries.blogspot.com/

18: Cthugha: I love this goober so much. He’d constantly try to act super sentai just trying say good morning everyday. He may not be very bright but that just adds to his charm and honestly I enjoy how he always tries to play the hero in a lot of scenarios because it’s refreshing when they implement him after a bunch of heavy hitting story stuff. I’m not gonna spoil too much about it but I will say he’s more than welcome after everything Chapter 10 and 11 put the reader through.

17: Mineaki: I’ve made a post about him being one of my least favorites way back when I first started this blog and let me just say how times have changed and I’ve learned the value of not judging a book by it’s cover. I still think there’s something a bit off about Kowmei’s style for his characters, but Mineaki has definitely grown on me. He’s a caring instructor who does watch out for his students even if it’s not always in the most direct way possible. Not to get into too many spoilers he’s got a lot of intrigue around him as well and I am curious to see his role get expanded down the line.

16: Ded: Housamo is the reason I really like christmas. The Christmas stories despite following a similar structure to each other do tend to be my favorite stories. Ded himself is also just another good dad character. He’s also two guys for the price of one, so I mean… you know… you’ve got the forever ask your other dad situation. There wasn’t much thought put into this choice I just like santa as a concept because I think the outfits are cute, it’s always nice to get something for people you care about on Christmas and Ded is the perfect embodiment of both sides to Christmas.

15: Shinya: Everyone we need to manifest buff Shinya for 2021, this is not a drill. This is legitimate. We must make Taromati’s and my wish come true. To be more serious again he’s just a sweet and gentle character. He’s also drawn by my favorite Housamo artist. Their characters always just look so naturally good. I’m just surprised he hasn’t gotten much of an alt given he’s perfect material for Valentine’s day. He’s just a soft boy and I would love for him to be in more things because I just enjoy seeing him.

14: Jacob: I have to be honest Jacob is on here because every time I look at him he just gets more handsome to me. I wasn’t all that impressed with his introduction and we don’t know much about his background but I’ve just been drawn to him more and more. Maybe it’s just because he’s drawn by GomTang? I just like looking at him and I can’t help it. To speak a bit less crass he’s another gentleman kind of guy and those are always nice.

13: Shennong: Yeah I like the doc a lot. Firstly, I’m a huge sucker for big bulls and Shennong fits the bill. The white fur really adds to his appeal visually and the purple horns give off a bit of an unnatural appearance. Shen feels like someone who’s been touch starved and alone for a long time given how he acts as a character and when we actually hug him I just lost it. He always has others well being on his mind so he’s not afraid to jump in and help, or give a much needed lecture about when you need to take better care of yourself. He just comes across as very well balanced overall.

12: Heracles: I won’t lie- at first he didn’t interest me much. He looked incredibly plain when among the rest of the cast and he seemed like the typical “bait” character since the banner had Echo, Barguest, Gyumao and Snow. But after reading the translation for Valentine Time Slip I was taken aback at how much of a gentle giant he turned out to be and I just really liked his interactions with the others in that event. And honestly his special quest from that year was one of the more unique ones given the slower pace and more romantic vibe it had. After the event warmed my heart I did a complete 180 and I just knew I really liked him.

11. Yasuyori: Before I start praising him I feel I have to justify why he didn’t quite make top 10 and it will have some mild Chapter 10 spoilers. To be as vague as possible his resolution just didn’t vibe with me at the end of Chapter 10. Like it wasn’t a bad resolution and it was the right choice to make but in my opinion there really wasn’t a moment I felt was clear where he made a choice for himself. Everything just sort of happened around him and it felt like he didn’t really do much to improve his situation. To an extent I kind of see that being the idea given his origins and the story he’s based on and there is some semblance of him coming to terms with himself alongside his isolation being portrayed pretty well, but I just wasn’t satisfied with it as much as I would like to be. With that out of the way, oh my god I just want this boy to never stop smiling and I just want to give him hugs constantly please he just deserves to be happy!!! Yasuyori is a character who’s got a lot of baggage and he’s just trying to find ways to properly cope with his trauma and not repeat past mistakes and I just really like that idea. His role in Xmas 2020 (sorry I just forgot the name of that event, but its when he gets his alt) was a much better representation for his character in my eyes. I’m not gonna spoil anything like I keep saying but he isn’t one to disappoint in future appearances and I just hope this lovable lug keeps getting the support he deserves.

10: Hephaestus: A spicy way to start the latter half of the list. I just want to give this lad a hug and tell him he is worthy of love. But at the same time he is a little shit… and I love that. I can’t fully explain why I grow a paternal instinct in me seeing this grown man sob about his mother but I just do. I want to keep him safe and give him all the affection he wants. Though I am aware a lot of Hephaestus’s interest in his parental figure is… questionable. I am just gonna say I would accept his love for what it is and he just wants approval.

9. Shuten: I’ll be honest I have no proper reason for why I like Shuten so much. He’s just a cool and reliable guy. He just seems like a go with the flow kind of person most of the time and he’s a bit more direct than most of the characters which I always appreciate. Plus I have an unspoken bias for naop guys in Housamo.

8. Durga: While not number 1 on this list, I still really like Durga. She’s quirky but not to an annoying degree, she’s determined and definitely very confident in her own abilities. Her growing to be more sociable throughout her events is something I enjoy seeing because it really creates this sense of growth.

7. Kyuma: I get a lot of people don’t like Kowmei’s art but I really think we should look past it because Kyuma is one of the sweeter picks. He’s someone who just wants to prove himself for his own worth and not what David can provide, but David is part of him and it just creates the potential for a good arc. Plus this boy is unintentionally smooth and will just take your heart when possible. I honestly want to see Kyuma more in events because he’s honestly the jock that carries 3 of the 4 brain cells. He’s also the last one without an alt so I’m just hoping he gets one in 2021 because he really deserves one in my opinion. (Also fan art makes him really cute).

6. Tomte: Tomte is relatively new but honestly his event in 2019 really endeared me to him. I’m trying to be spoiler free because the best way to enjoy these stories is for yourselves but let me just say his arc in the event was really endearing to me and much more than I was expecting. His fan service is also incredibly hammy and I love it. Visually Tomte is one of my favorites, I love his multi colored hair and starlit pupils cuz it makes his otherwise more generic look have some flare. I knew I liked him out the box and when I read about him in the summaries and can’t wait to read the official translation for him. I was just very endeared.

5. Tetsuya: Tetsuya fucks. Moving on…

Jokes aside this one’s a bit simple. I have no shame in admitting I think he’s attractive and his whole resistance towards wanting a relationship is cute in a weird roundabout way. When he says no I just want it MORE. I just really like duo haired tsunderes.

4. Kengo: Kengo 3rd alt 2021. Please LifeWonders I need my favorite Summoner. He’s a bro and that’s what counts. Kengo has got your back, not afraid to rely on you, a very fun and dynamic guy. Sure he’s not that bright when it comes to making plans or any book smart, but there are times where he’s the best at being able to read the room or just understand what someone needs to hear even if it isn’t always what someone wants to hear. His bullheaded nature is actually one of his redeeming qualities because it’s nice to just not overcomplicate things and just understand what’s actually going on. Yes the early story didn’t do many favors for him but to me the events, especially the later ones, do much more work for his character. To me, at least.

3. Ashigara: Ashigara is best bear, and I will defend that stance in 2021. The main thing that draws me to Ashigara is that I can see a bit of myself in him. He gets very emotional when he gets left alone, he’s very loud when with his friends, has a tendency of speaking his mind- just someone who wears his heart on his sleeve. I also appreciate that in spite of the negative he isn’t someone who backs down when the going gets tough and in a few instances he’s able to hold his ground physically at least.

2. Wakan Tanka: Love at first sight. This ray of sunshine still persists as the number 1 husband, but number 2 character. Firstly I am a huge fan of the partial beast aesthetic. The buffalo ears and the horns  are absolutely adorable. Secondly he’s a perfect body type; he’s not too muscular but not exactly flabby. Third he is just so positive and I love that. He’s someone I admire and wanna hug.

1. Taurus Mask: The more things change the more they stay the same. I’m still a big Taurus Mask fan for all the same reasons as last time. I just… relate to this boy. He is an incredibly shy boy who uses his public persona for confidence. Maybe I’m reading too much into it but it’s like we’re soul bros!

So yeah, my tastes haven’t changed in a year and a half.

[sylvie-writes]

Summer Heat

Summary: in which the reader and her husband Andy go for a nice bike ride amidst the summer heat.

I’m making this a headcanon (My 1st at that) bc I have zero inspo atm

yeah, there is a shameful self-promotion in here if you see it. 

kinda unedited, so plz pardon any mistakes

Labor Day was right around the corner, signaling the ending of summer. Soon you’d be going back to work and now was the only time you could spend with your husband.

The weather was an enjoyable 70 degrees, perfect for a bike ride. One that Andy had suggested last night over dinner. 

“And tomorrow’s high will be 73 degrees, ideal weather folks!” The meteorologist then tuned off for a commercial break as you turned your attention from the tv to Andy. You could see the gears sharply turning in his head, pensive, as he mindlessly picked at the chicken. 

“Whatcha thinkin’ about babe?” Reaching across the table you lightly tapped Andy’s resting hand, his head popping up from his daydream.

“Huh? Oh!” Your words replayed in his head as he hadn’t heard them in the first place. “We should go for a bike ride tomorrow. Ya know before work starts, just you and me.” 

Andy looked up to you and held your hand that was once gently laying on his. A winsome smile stretched across his face. 

“Sounds like a plan, bestie.” Happy with your answer, Andy resumed his dinner, you getting up for some salad. 

For the bike ride, you wore some light denim shorts and a simple cantaloupe colored t-shirt, Andy wearing a red short-sleeve button down and grey shorts. 

While Andy removed the bikes from the racks in the garage, you situated two water bottles and both of your wallets and cell phones. 

Upon entering the garage, you stopped dead in your tracks to see Andy lifting your cruiser bicycle off of the rack, his shirt practically hermetically sealed around his arms, the buttons struggling to hold on. Once your bike was down, he went to grab his own, watching you out of the corner of his eye, making sure his movements were slow. 

The two of you always goofed around, whether that be making jokes or just teasing each other. 

“Muscle, baby, muscle.” Walking by, you dropped Andy’s water bottle into the holder, then tapping on his biceps as he laughed deep within his gut. Before you could walk away, his arms caught your waist, spun you around and pressed a short yet sweet kiss to your lips. 

Once the two of you had your things together, Andy closed the garage while you pulled out your phone, playing a Spotify playlist that you shared with your husband, a hodgepodge of many songs. 

Starting out on the street in your neighborhood, you realized there wasn't a plan for the day.

“Hey ‘Drew, where are we going exactly?”

The two of you rode side by side, making it much easier to communicate and keep track of the other. 

“Into town! I was thinking, ice cream!” A devious grin grew onto his face. Andy knew you wouldn’t say no and that’s exactly what happened. 

Turning out of your neighborhood and onto the sidewalk, your phone suddenly switching from “Don’t Stop Believing” to “Wannabe.” 

Visibly you cringed and shook your head, about to change the song suddenly noticing Andy... attempting to dance while biking, singing along to the words.

“C’mon babe! Sing along!” You laughed at your husband’s puerility. 

Ever the ham, Andy was doing this to embarrass you, to which your giggles would most definitely erupt. Your nervous habit. 

The man really didn’t care if any of yours or his friends drove by, you were his wife, someone he could be a total goober around. 

Finally you caved in and joined him.

“If you wanna be my lover, you have got to give.”

Eventually after a couple of nostalgic songs, you both made it into town and at the ice cream parlor. 

A bike rack was cemented out front of the shop, convenient for you and Andy to lock the bikes up there. 

Walking into the ice cream parlor, you both were met with a rush of cold air, or maybe it was just cold because you had been biking for quite some time now. 

“Hello.. Oh! Hi! Mr. & Mrs. Barber what can I get you?” The young girl’s personality lit up once she saw your faces. Everyone in the town of Newton pretty much knew who your husband was, also making you just as known. 

Returning a friendly smile to the girl, you ordered three scoops of mint chip, your’s and Andy’s favorite ever since college. (As mentioned here hehe) 

Taking two spoons, you sat at the table where Andy happily eyed the stack of ice cream sitting in the bowl in front of him. Handing him the spoon, you giggled as he immediately dug into the mint chip, looking at you utterly confused.

Mouthful of ice cream your man-child answered��

“Wut?” 

Some ice cream dripped down his bearded chin and you quickly reached for the napkin, dabbing his chin and dramatically sighing. 

“Why have a child when I have to take care of you?” 

Removing your hand from his face, Andy just shrugged his shoulders going back to mining through the ice cream scoops. 

Exiting the parlor, stomachs full, your arm was wrapped in Andy’s as you strolled to the bikes. Just as Andy was about to unlatch the bikes, you stopped him. 

Looking across the street you pointed to the little dress shop, the displays in the window shining from the afternoon sun.

“I need a dress for that charity dinner, that may I remind you, is the one you are dragging me to!” 

Andy’s work was hosting a gala for an extension on one of the buildings. 

You didn’t want to go, but your husband had to be there. Of course he didn’t want to show up either, yet he’d rather suffer with you and your jocular complaining, there to entertain him. 

Compliant with your request, you both crossed the street and entered the boutique, many rows of handmade dresses lining the aisles. 

Andy picked out two dresses while you already had two of your own in hand. Gladly, you took his picks and headed straight for the dressing room, a bench in front of it so you could showcase. 

The first dress was a dusty rose, A-Line, asymmetrical chiffon evening dress. It’s three-quarter sleeves, stopped directly at the elbow, perfect for the upcoming fall weather. 

The party was the first week of October but you wanted to get this shopping over with now. 

The second dress, Andy had picked out. A burgundy floor length gown, tank sleeves and a v-neck that was stunning. Along the left leg, a slit that ran up to your knee, presenting your legs and your future choice of heels. 

When showing that dress to Andy he looked up from his phone, absolutely stunned. You were always able to take away his breath, as cheesy as it sounds. 

The third dress, a navy blue maxi dress. Long lace sleeves that were surprisingly comfortable. 

And finally, the fourth dress. A grey cold shoulder midi dress, with some lace on the chest. 

All of the dresses Andy loved, which really didn’t help. You specifically brought him along for his opinion. 

So maybe you were a little indecisive on your own… 

After a few minutes of debating, you received an answer.

“I love the burgundy one.” 

And you agreed with him. 

At the counter, Andy fought you to buy the dress to which you stubbornly replied that you’d buy it yourself. 

It was a running game in your marriage. The two of you would always “fight” over who would pay. 

“Just save us from the knock-down drag-out and let me pay!” 

You both were really too good for each other, but in the best way possible. 

The lady at the shop had politely offered to hold the dress so you could come back and get it tailored tomorrow. Very helpful since you only had bicycles as the chosen mode of transportation.

By the time you had finished dress shopping, it was already time for dinner, the ice cream dissipating and no longer able to quench your hunger. 

The bicycles were still latched to the rack as you and Andy sat on the bench beside it.

“You hungry?” You nodded and Andy pulled out his phone looking for places to eat, you doing the same. 

Ten minutes later, Andy had found a pizza parlor about 3 miles away, an easy bike ride for you both. 

The pizza parlor chosen was your typical family-run restaurant, simple yet delicious food. 

After being seated, the two of you were starving, so hungry that when the waiter came for drink orders, you also put in the pizza order. 

For the twenty minutes that ensued, you and Andy shared a basket of bread, making conversation about work and such. 

When the pizza showed up on the table, it was like a saint had arrived. Your empty stomachs figuratively thanked you both at the first bite of pizza. 

Like ravenous animals, you both scarfed down at least two slices in a matter of minutes. Pausing, Andy looked at you and you did the same. 

Setting the pizza down, the two of you just started laughing at your messy guzzling, pizza sauce on both of your faces. 

The people around you were probably confused at your sudden outbursts. Then again who cares? 

Once again, you wiped Andy’s face, him doing the same to you. As you wiped the sauce from his beard, Andy caught your hand and kissed your wedding ring.

“You truly are my best friend, (y/n). I don’t deserve you.” 

Andy was most certainly your best friend and you his. 

Eeekkk im literally screaming. I looove andy. Sorry for the crappy writing, yet thanks for sticking through it.

[jungkookiebus]

Grammy Fuck (m)

A/N: Just as the title states, this is a Grammy fuck, haha. I based this off a dream someone told me they had. It’s just a quick little drabble. :)

Genre: Smut 

Pairings: idol!Jimin x Reader

Warnings: explicit sexual content, oral (m receiving), they fuck in a dressing room, it’s quick but hey who wouldn’t want to fuck Jimin at the Grammys. 

The red carpet was swarmed with people. Your insides buzzed with excitement and nervousness as you held the small voice recorder in your hand. Miles stood beside you fiddling with the camera.

“Stop fidgeting,” he said while checking the memory card was inserted properly.

“This is my first time at the Grammys.” You tried to look brave, but your voice wavered.

“Well, it’s not mine. It’ll all happen so quickly you won’t know your head from your ass, and it’ll be over before you know it.”

“Very helpful.”

Miles just shrugged. “The truth is all.”

You heard the swell of voices rise around you as cars started to pull up curbside to let out the night’s invited celebrities. You readied yourself at the edge of the barricade in hopes of getting a small interview with anyone.

After many failed attempts, Miles sighed heavily beside you.

“Really, ______, you gotta put yourself out there. These people have been doing this for years. You have to be cutthroat if you’re going to get any interview.”

He was right. If you were going to drag yourself back to your new job with nothing, you knew for sure you’d be out on the street come Monday. That’s when you saw them. The first k-pop group to grace the red carpet at the Grammys. This was your chance to get the interview everyone at that barricade coveted.

Their leader, Namjoon(…was that his name?), was doing his best to talk to as many people as possible. You wracked your brain for names, but in your nervousness your mind fucked you over and dumped all information you had stored there. Fuck, fuck, fuck. How could you be so fucking stupid? All the other members followed dutifully behind looking like supermodels on the runway. Putting on a brave face you set your shoulders and took a deep breath.

“Go for it, girl,” Miles whispered behind you.

“Excuse me!” you yelled over the din of voices around you. There were several people on both sides of you that were desperately trying to get the attention of the group. You hoped you didn’t look too desperate. “Would you mind answering a few questions?” You really hoped he would choose you to stop with next. Handlers were moving them along so as not to hold up the rest of the people exiting their cars.

The pink haired boy tapped Namjoon’s shoulder and pointed in your direction. Or did he? Were you imagining things? Your palms began to sweat as the group shuffled in your direction. Oh god, they were coming to you. This was really happening. A smile was plastered across his face as he nodded in your direction as he drew closer.

“Show time,” Miles said beside you bringing his camera up to film your interview.

“Hello!” Namjoon said with a slight bow as he firmly planted himself in front of you and smiled down brightly.

They were all so tall…and so beautiful. You almost forgot to breathe for a second as you took in all seven faces smiling back at you with kindness and patience. You could do this.

“Hi!” you said brightly. Fuck. Were you overdoing it? You bet you looked like the biggest goober that graced the red carpet in the history of ever. You were already making a mental list of things you would need to do when you had to find a new job.

There were randomly shouted hi’s and hello’s in your direction. A blonde head popped around the shoulder of Namjoon.

“Hello I am Jin. Worldwide Handsome,” he said while extending his hand towards you.

You laughed as his large hand swallowed yours in a gentle shake. The mint-haired boy slapped him on the back and said something to him excitedly in Korean.

“How does it feel being the first Korean group to make it to the Grammys?” you asked. And then you were off; questions came naturally from you and after a few minutes the handlers were telling them they needed to move on. You gushed your thanks yous to the group as they started to move forward. The pink-haired boy that had pointed you out earlier quickly came to the barricade holding out his hand.

“Jimin,” he smiled. “ARMY?” You weren’t so dumb that you didn’t know their fanbase.

“Of course.” You gave him your biggest smile. His was so infectious that you couldn’t help smile back.

“See you later, okay?” he asked.

“Y-yeah. Later!” And with that he moved on with the rest of the group.

“See you later?” Miles asked beside you. “He’s a strange one.”

“English isn’t his first language, leave him alone. Did you get it?”

“Every last bit. Good job. I knew you had it in you.”

You playfully punched his shoulder. “Thanks for the vote of confidence, asshat.”

“Alright, we got the gold. Let’s get inside. They got us press seats this year,” he said with a waggle of his eyebrows.

Inside the center was loud. So many people were talking and shouting to one another from different rows and others were gathered in the aisles talking amongst themselves.

“This is us,” Miles said pointing to a pair of seats right at the end of the aisle. “Easy escape if you want to dip out early.”

This was all new and exciting to you. You took in the sights around you and even felt a sense of surreal reality as you watched various celebrities you had only seen online or in magazines mingle with one another. Before you knew it, people were taking their seats and the awards ceremony was starting. It all became a blur after a while with the stopping, starting, film this, film that, performances, etc.

You were startled out of a daze when you felt a tap on your shoulder. You jumped slightly as you turned to see a suited security guard standing next to you.

“_______?” he asked.

“Yes?” you looked quickly to Miles who looked just as confused as you.

“The press committee just has a couple of questions for you, then you can come back to your seat.”

You looked at Miles again with a look of ‘does this normally happen?’ written on your face. He just shrugged as you stood from your seat and followed the man. He led you around the perimeter of seats and towards a door that lead somewhere in the backstage area. He weaved in and out of workers that were bustling in the back before stopping in front of a door. With a gesture of his hand he stood in the hallway and looked at the door.

“In there?” you asked pointing at it.

“Yes, ma’am.”

This was all strange. Something in the back of your head told you this was not right, but who were you to argue right now? Tentatively you opened the door and walked inside. The room was dimly lit, which was very different from the harsh fluorescents of the hallways, and was stuffed almost to the gills with various dresses, coats, suits, costumes, etc.

“Hello,” you heard from your right.

You stifled a yelp as your back hit the door. You saw the pink hair first as the light caught it in the dim glow.

“Jimin?” you asked. What the fuck was going on? Press committee your ass. You were suddenly very nervous. The same beautiful boy that had pointed to you earlier and made a point to talk to you after was now standing in front of you, but what was happening? Why were you here and why the fuck was he in here with you?

“I said I’d see you later, yea?” he said stepping forward. He was a good foot taller than you. You heart pounded in your chest and the tension was heavy, but why? Why could you cut the air with a knife right now?

You licked your lips nervously. Jimin’s gaze flickered minutely down to your lips before he was looking at you again.

“Sorry. I’m not good,” he said smiling once again and playfully pointing to his mouth.

“Ah, it’s okay.” Your laugh came out a little crazy in your opinion. This was all making you very nervous and you weren’t sure why.

“You okay?” he asked as he stepped forward even more. Shit, shit, shit, shit. Seriously, what the hell is going on here? Your mind raced to a million different conclusions to this. Outside you heard the deep boom of bass as someone started to perform. You heard a light tune play in the room and Jimin held up one finger as he took his phone out of his pocket. He quickly put it back after he viewed the message and looked at you again. This time his gaze seemed a little darker; a little more coy from what you could tell in the dim lighting. You gulped audibly.

“Not much time,” he said.

“For…?” Before you knew it, your back was most definitely up against the door and Jimin’s lips were on yours.

What, your brain shouted, is happening?!

Jimin drew back from you breathing heavily. Your breath was caught in your throat as you drank in the sight of him.

“Is this okay?” he asked.

Fuck it.

“Yes.” His lips were on yours again as his hand came down to your ass and pulled your hips into his. He moaned lowly as you allowed him access to your mouth to explore you fully. You had never experienced a kiss so sinful. His plush lips moved softly against yours, but his tongue was telling an entirely different story. You were suddenly wondering what else he could do with it. As if on cue he moved his mouth to your jaw and the column of your neck. Your head lolled sideways to give him more access. His hands dug into your hips as he held you more firmly against him. His fingers found the button to your pants and he quickly undid them, and his hand immediately dived into the front of them, bypassing your underwear, and straight to your folds. You were suddenly, and instantly, wet. He was trying to be soft, but you knew he was in a hurry. His fingers started a slow, rolling motion over your clit.

“Ah,” you sighed as your head hit the door again. His other hand guided yours to his now painfully hard cock that strained the front of his slacks. Right, he probably wanted to be touched as well. His motions on your clit never slowed as you fumbled to undo his pants. It took all your concentration to get to what you wanted. You pulled his boxers down slightly to free his cock as it landed heavily in your hand. You moaned at the sight; you had never seen one so beautiful in your life. It was not overly long, but the girth had your mouth watering at the sight. You brought your hand to the head to gather the precum gathering there to spread it down his length. Jimin let out a low moan as he brought his hand against the door beside your head to brace himself. All the while, he never let up on his motions on your clit. He knew exactly how to use his fingers to get you wetter by the second.

“Taste?” he asked. You weren’t sure in what sense, so instead of trying to find out you dropped to your knees. You immediately grasped the base of his cock and brought the head to your lips. You looked up from your position to see him now bracing himself with both hands against the door and gazing down at you. The pink hair framed his face and his mouth fell open at the sight of you on your knees. Still gazing upwards, you opened your mouth and sank down on his cock until your nose hit his abdomen and he slipped past your gag reflex. You saw his eyes roll into the back of his head as he muttered something you couldn’t understand. You had never had much trouble with deep-throating so you kept your mouth there and swallowed hard around him and his hips bucked forward into you. He looked conflicted as he asked you a question in Korean. You just hummed around his cock as you placed both hands on his thighs. Your fingers gripped around the tight muscles there as you looked at him, hoping that your gaze would give him consent to whatever he had asked you. He seemed to understand as he started to slowly move his hips, fucking himself into your mouth. It didn’t take him long to realize your gag reflex was almost non-existent as he started to thrust faster into you. Spit started to collect at the corner of your mouth, and it all became messy very quickly. You pulled his pants down the rest of the way, so you could reach to cup and squeeze his balls in your hand. The sight above you was one to behold as sweat started to roll down his temples, his mouth slightly open, and his eyes hooded has he watched his cock disappear into your mouth. You moaned around his cock again and he thrust harder a few more times before he quickly stepped back and out of your mouth. He grabbed you up from the floor harshly and your back slammed into the door again as his lips found yours once more. He was all hands as he pulled your pants down enough to expose your ass. He grabbed your hips and turned you around harshly and brought his chest against your back, reaching from behind his hand found your folds once more. He slid two fingers inside of you easily and started to pump them in and out of you at a fast pace. You felt his impatience when he pulled his hand from you too soon and you felt him as he guided his cock to slip between your folds. He rubbed it back and forth there to coat it with your now abundant arousal that he was causing. He grabbed your hips to bring them slightly back towards him as he slid into your cunt. You both moaned as he bottomed out, but there wasn’t time to draw this out. His thrusts started hard and fast and didn’t let up from there. Your hands were braced against the door and your cheek was on the cool metal; your face slid slightly on the door on each thrust. Sweat was now rolling down your face and back as he brought you to new heights. Never before had you been so deliciously stretched and fucked before. You stood on your tip toes to bring your hips higher as his cock started to brush along your g-spot. Jimin reached around you and placed a harsh slap on your clit. You cried out as your hands slid further up the door and your chest was brought flush to it. Jimin pushed harder against you to bring most of your body against the door to brace himself as his fingers began to rub hard circles on your clit. You felt your orgasm quickly approaching and you suddenly couldn’t stop the noises coming from your mouth. He was very effectively hitting your g-spot on each thrust and the screams coming from you were almost animalistic. That was when you heard the knock on the door and the, ”You better be quiet.” from the guard outside. Jimin brought the hand that was previously bracing himself against the door to your mouth and pulled your head back against his shoulder as he leaned into you, speeding up his thrusts, and his ministrations on your clit. Your breath came quick and heavy as you whimpered into Jimin’s hand and before you knew it your orgasm hit you with a blinding white light. Jimin’s thrusts became harsher as his hand tightened over your mouth. When your screams died down, he pulled out, turned you around, and pushed on your shoulders to make you kneel again. You knew exactly what he wanted as you opened your mouth when he took his cock in his hand and started to furiously pump himself. Within seconds he was coming into your mouth and wherever else it landed on your face as his hips stuttered into his hand. You were about to close and swallow when he grabbed your chin, effectively stopping you from swallowing as he brought his mouth down to yours and kissed you deeply; tasting himself as he kissed you. He stood up, bringing you with him. There was an awkward moment as he pulled his pants up and righted himself as best as he could while you did the same. You looked down at your dark shirt to see cum starting to dry and stain there.

“Sorry,” he said sheepishly when he saw you looking.

You laughed. “No, it’s okay.”

He suddenly seemed to have an idea as he quickly turned and began digging through the rack of clothing before pulling a much fancier blouse from a hanger.

“This?” he asked holding it up. You couldn’t argue at this point, so you shrugged as you pulled your shirt off and put on the new one.

Jimin stepped up to you one more time to place a sweet kiss on your lips and then on your forehead.

“Had fun?” he asked.

“Very.”

“I’ll see you, yea?” You knew his English wasn’t well and was trying his best to be polite.

“Definitely,” you smiled.

“Me first,” he said pointing towards the door.

“Oh, yea. Have fun Jimin.”

“You too,” he smiled at you before quickly ducking out. You waited a few minutes before leaving yourself. The guard was now gone, probably having gone with Jimin since he was much more high profile than you.

As you made your way back to your seat, you glanced across the crowd to see the mop of pink hair as he joined his members once more. You smiled to yourself as you went back to your seat and sank back into it next to Miles.

“Dude, where the fuck did you go?” Miles asked as he looked up from his phone. “And why are you wearing a different shirt?”

[scribeofmorpheus]

Miss Midnight (Steve Harrington x Vampire!Reader)

For the SPOOKTOBER 2018 Competition

Requested by @electroma89 : This is my Halloween themed request! I was thinking on a Steve Harrington x vampire!reader with prompts 118 and 155. Reader was trying to hide being a vampire (only dates at night, "I'm not really hungry", etc.) from Steve but he discovers her on Halloween night.

MasterList

Words: 4072 

Warnings: Fluff and pining?? Sadly, despite the raunchy gif its quite tame!

A/N: Okay, turns out, for all my bashing of the mishandling of the vampire genre in YA books I’ve read, I am, in fact, equally terrible at writing for a vampire character. So I humbly offer this weird fic as penance for all the years I’ve spent shit-talking YA Vamp Books! Prompts in Bold-Italics. I tweaked one of the prompts btw!

Songs: Monster Mash and Spooky Movies

The night was young. You had decided to venture out into town -being bored and hungry were your two life staples at this point. First, you would hunt, the woods in Hawkins were surprisingly well stocked with adequate prey when there were no derelicts loitering about in dark alleys. Once sated, you would find something to chase the boredom away, maybe go to the arcade if it was still open.

While strolling through town, most of the shops were closed except for one, the local diner. You weren't hungry, not anymore and certainly not for human food, but you were bored and there was obviously going to be a jukebox or an arcade game stashed in the corner somewhere. You had a few quarters to spare so you walked over. In the window, a sign read: "NIGHT Shift Staff Needed @ Hawkins Movie Drive-Thru"

You laughed at how much emphasis was put into the word 'Night'.

When you walked through the diner's doors, your appearance no doubt drew the attention of the few strangling locals sipping down iced cokes and eating cherry pie. You could smell everything in the diner. From the sugary sweet strawberry shakes being prepared behind the island to the musky leather of the Greaser sat in the back, devouring a meaty cheeseburger. It was overwhelming and a little strange. This was one of the reasons you tried to avoid humans. Unless it was Halloween. Then you loved being around oblivious mortals and their unexplainable fascination with the things that went bump in the night.

You grinned, finding subtle irony in the fact most of the people were judging you based on your proclivity for wearing leather, studs and biker boots, and not the fact you actually were one of those creatures that went bump in the night!

You ordered a vanilla shake as an excuse to seem like you belonged, walked over to the Jukebox and played Spooky Movies before moving onto the arcade game plugged into the wall in a dark corner.

While you wracked up quite the high score, your keen senses picked up a new scent. You turned to see who it was. A young man of average stature, impeccable hair and a swoon worthy smile walked in. His hair damp from the rain that you hadn't realised had begun to pour. He racked a hand through his long-ish hair and walked over to the counter with a goofy smile, shrugging off his soaked letterman jacket.

"I'll have the usual!" He smiled and placed a few coins on the counter. Something about him intrigued you. Maybe it was his smile, maybe it was the sound of his voice… or maybe you just found that face of his a little too dashing. You took a slow slurp of your shake, forgetting that you hated its hefty dairy consistency. Your nose crinkled and you made a disgusted sound from all the cold sugar sliding down your gullet. When you put your shake down, you laughed at your own silliness and noticed that the handsome boy from the other end of the island was looking at you with an interested gaze. Feeling a bit cheeky, you winked at him before turning back to your game, finally breaking the high score.

When you sauntered out of the diner like someone who had just slain a dragon, you made sure to give the handsome boy one more cheeky wink before giggling mischievously as you walked into the pouring rain -doing a little dance to the song that was now firmly stuck in your head. Your ears picked up the low chuckle of the boy from inside the diner.

Two Weeks Later

"Would you like butter or salted popcorn with your corndog?" you asked the movie-going dates in front of you. Your eyes drooping and voice lifeless from boredom. The two dates eyed you unpleasantly.

"N-no popcorn, just--" He looked around the confection booth, "A bag of gummy worms." He pulled out his wallet.

When they got their order, you heard his date whisper in his ear when she thought you were out of earshot, "Jeez, would it kill her to smile a little?" When she turned around to look at you, you turned on the cringiest grin you could manage to pull, your vampire fangs fully extended. She gasped in shock and then rolled her eyes, "Jesus, I'll never understand people who wear Halloween costumes before Halloween!"

You laughed. As more and more people parked their cars into the Drive-Thru, you began to fill space by eavesdropping on all the dates that seemed to be going poorly. Strictly for entertainment purposes, of course.

In a blue Cadillac, an older married couple sat silently, the tension between them almost palpable.

"I still can't believe you, Mark!" The wife whisper shouted with a livid expression. The man sighed, "I swear I didn't mean to do it. It just happened so quickly. I--"

The wide held up a single finger and took a slow breath.

"Ooh, an affair?" You guessed allowed.

"You knocked my Father out of his fishing boat!" The wife said with a serious face.

You placed your hand on your mouth to withhold your snort of laughter.

"I told you fishing wouldn't be a good idea, honey!" The husband protested.

"He can't swim!"

"Then why does he have a fishing boat?"

The couple folded their arms and stared at the screen right as a particularly gory scene played out.

You turned your gaze to another couple, younger and not as tense. The young blond sat in the front waved giddily at her troupe of spunky friends who were pretending not to be spying on her and her date. You could just about make out the smell of her lip-gloss: cherry-red.

"So," Her date spoke, his voice familiar. "When I asked you on a date, I didn't actually think I'd be taking all five of your friends out too." He laughed nervously.

"What?" She asked confused. Her date pointed at the throng of girls sat on a stack of hey. Her eyes went wide from embarrassment. "Yeah… Well, you can just pretend to not see them."

"Right..." He said sheepishly, looking at the group of girls staring at him and his date. "Easy."

"Awkward," you commented.

"So, what do you do?"

"I uh, work at Scoops Ahoy," he said.

"You work at the mall?" She asked while twirling a strand of hair. Her expression was visibly disappointed. "I don't get it. Aren't your parents like… rich or something?"

"My parents, yeah." He said flatly. After a beat of silence, he asked: "So… you're a senior?"

The blond nodded enthusiastically, "Soon to be Prom Queen with a 3.8GPA and bound for Penn State! What about you? Future plans?"

"I- Uh… I'm taking life as it comes." He said.

"Ooh, Little Miss Perfect does not like that answer," you giggled.

"So…you aren't in college, you work at the mall… What do you do with your free time?" She asked, not at all thrilled by any of her date’s answers so far.

"I babysit. Mostly."

"Babysit?"

"Oooh, she really didn't like that answer!" You rested your chin on your hands, watching with eager eyes unapologetically.

He nodded. He drummed his fingers against his steering wheel then he turned to his date, visibly claustrophobic and asked: "Want any snacks?" His date nodded a little too enthusiastically and he was all too happy to comply, he practically threw himself out of his car and jogged to the concession stand.

When the familiar boy got to the stand, his face lit up with recognition. A smirk on his lips. "Miss Midnight." He said absentmindedly.

You cocked your head to the side playfully, "I'll be honest, most people just ask for a coke and a box of goobers." You teased. He blushed.

"The high score, at the diner. It's you, isn't it?"

You leaned in close, "Don't tell anyone. I have a reputation to keep."

"As what?"

"The town introvert and resident trouble maker," you smirked. "Trouble in paradise?" You wiggled your eyebrows to the sight of his date pouting with her arms folded around her chest.

He shuffled awkwardly from one foot to the next, "Yeah, you could say that. I think she's just having her first disappointing date." He said in a low voice.

"Hey, don't worry about Little Miss Perfect. Something tells me she'll get over it. Besides, if you asked me, you're the lucky one. She seems like the kinda girl who would draft up a twenty-year life plan after a successful first date!"

He found some comfort in your words, "I think you're right! I'm Harrington. Err, Steve. Steve Harrington's the full name and apparently, I can't stop making an ass of myself tonight." His words fumbled as his cheeks reddened. You found it cute.

"It's nice to finally put a name to the face, Harrington, Steve. The name's Y/N." You said smoothly.

Steve rubbed his neck shyly, "Right. I guess I’ll see you around." He began back towards his car.

"Hey, Harrington, Steve!" You shouted. He looked back with a curious expression. You tossed him two cans of Coke, one after another. He looked at you with an arched eyebrow.

"Don't wanna go back to your date empty handed, now do ya?" You gave him your signature wink. He smiled and jostled one can about.

"Thanks. I owe you."

"I'll hold you to that!" You teased, flashing you fangs without thinking about it. Steve halted for a moment but then decided that whatever it was he saw, it wasn't important.

You watched as Steve juggled the cans about until one clumsily fell out of his hands. He made sure to place that one under his arm, probably as a way to tell which one was most likely to fizz when opened.

"Took you long enough. What did you get?" She asked. Steve gave her an apologetic shrug as he manoeuvred into the car, somehow managing to mix up the cans.

He held out a can of Coke.

"Wrong can Harrington," You noted as you watched on.

His date looked at it unamused. "It's not even diet," she mumbled to herself. When she popped open the can, she was immediately met by angry fizz spraying all over her cashmere pullover. Steve's face went pale with horror, his mouth hanging low in a half moon shape as his eyes threatened to pop out of their sockets. His date let out a high pitched shriek in protest, and like the ancient art of yodelling, all five of her spying friends made the exact same noise in response. Steve had to pretend to cough so as to not let her find out he almost laughed.

***

Steve had turned into a regular aficionado of the cheesy slasher horror film and you guessed it wasn't by choice. He'd been spending more and more time with you. And the longer you were near him, the more you began to find his charm even more contagious. You liked being around him, you liked how he made you feel when he'd laugh or smile with you. If your heart wasn't dead you'd swear that on some days when he got close enough to you, or when his hand grazed your skin, it would threaten to start beating once more.

On this particular weekend (your favourite weekend since it was actually Halloween) Steve had used the excuse of babysitting as a reason to come by again -even though you both knew the monster film being screened wasn't intended for kids. You and Steve talked about nothing and everything, cracking jokes and being all handsy. To prying eyes, you most likely looked like a couple. In this instance, you were talking about what either of you did during the day.

"It's not like you're allergic to sunlight, Y/N!" Steve jabbed.

"Oh big deal Harrington, so I don't enjoy tanning and going to the beach," You replied. "It's not that uncommon for people to dislike Summer time!"

“Whatever,” he rolled his eyes childishly before offering you some of his popcorn.

“No thanks, I’m not really hungry.” You lied.

"Okay, but think about it. I've never once, not once, seen--"

"Steve! Shhh!" Lucas placed his finger on his mouth, giving Steve a look. "We're trying to watch the movie!"

Steve rolled his eyes and threw a handful of popcorn at the group of kids. "Why don't you just go sit closer?" He asked with a shake of his head. He gave you an apologetic look, "Sorry, as soon as I mentioned the Drive-Thru, they all just tagged along. I had no say whatsoever even though they weren't invited!" He made sure to shout that last bit so they could all hear. Dustin turned around and gave him a big goofy smile and two appreciative thumbs up.

"But seriously, how long have we known each other?" Steve asked as he leaned on the hood of his car as though it were a La-Z-Boy. You eyed his frame from the corner of your eye, enjoying how laid back and open he was right now. Before you could answer, one of the kids he brought with whipped around.

You let out a dark rumble, "Hmmm… Let me think," you pursed your lips and placed a finger under your lower lip. You noticed Steve's eyes flicker towards them with a look of longing before they darted back to the screen, a flush of colour spreading along his nape. You smiled. "Films at this very sophisticated establishment screen for two weeks, and we officially met during the first week of the Great Slasher Marathon. So that makes it-" You mouthed out counting the days to sell your performance. "Ah, yes! Three weeks and two days." You said with a beaming smile.

"Careful, all that math might just overheat your brain," Steve teased, touching your forehead softly with a single digit. You looked up at his finger, paused and then jumped at him with playful chomping noises as you pretended to try and bite his hand away. His hand recoiled and he laughed at your quirkiness before he popped a peanut into his mouth.

"Right, what was I-- Yeah! Three weeks and two days and I've never once seen you out during the day!" He said.

"But Harrington, isn't it the very air of mystery that drew you to me?" You batted your eyelashes flirtatiously, turning your head to the side.

"Nah," he cradled his neck in his laced fingers, looking at the screen with a breezy look. "It was the free Coke's." You punched his side lightly and he grabbed both his sides dramatically.

"Ow!" He chuckled. His fingers brushing against your cold hands. "Are you cold? Your fingers are freezing." He asked with concern.

"A side effect of being immortal," you jested half-heartedly. Steve rose his brows at you. When the silence dragged for too long you smiled at him menacingly and dawned on the thickest, most stereotypical Dracula accent you could, "Muahahaha, foolish mortal. You have fallen into my trap! Now whimper before the immortal Countess Y/N! Or be banished to the concession stand, where thou shalt bring forth snacks for the little critters you hath taken on to babysit!" You pointed a straw like some ancient stave towards the group of kids Steve had dragged along with him.

"You are singlehandedly the second weirdest girl I've ever met, you know that?" He said in soft awe.

You blushed, "That better be a term of endearment, Harrington!" You scolded.

"Oh, believe me! It definitely is..." He looked into your eyes for an extended amount of time. The heat in his eyes and the soft opening of his mouth made your throat ache, and suddenly you were all too aware of just how much you hungered for Steve Harrington. And the hunger wasn't entirely related to the crunching of your empty stomach.

With more haste than you intended, you snapped your face away from Steve's and focused on the screen. Steve shifted subconsciously, suddenly going more rigid. You shook your head, your raven hair bouncing about, before clearing your throat. "How about I get those snacks."

"I can come with if you-"

"Stay and watch the movie. I'm pretty sure I've mastered the whole script of this one. Besides, I get an employee discount." You tried to put on your most winning smile to make sure Steve didn't feel like he was to blame for your weird behaviour. From the way his shoulders drooped at you turning him down, you weren't successful on that front.

You stood in line at the concession stand tapping your feet in exasperation. You were hungry but more than that you were antsy. Suddenly, a jock who was standing around with his drunk buddies made catcalls at you. His wolf whistle not at all subtle.

"Hello, Dolly!" He slurred, stumbling towards you -his breath holding the stale notes of cheap beer. You rolled your eyes. "Hey now, don't be like dat. Come on, sthmile for me..." He motioned to grab your ass when, out of the drunk jocks blindside, an arm grabbed him by the shoulder and spun him around followed by the sound of a fist connecting to an open jaw.

"Get your hands off my girl!" Steve declared.

"Nobody shaid she was taken, man!" The jock protested. Then one of his friends scurried to try and tackle Steve, but your heightened senses picked up on this and you simply stuck your foot out to trip him. He crashed into the dusty ground, grazing his chin.

The boys looked at you with open mouths.

"Is this my cue to declare that ‘nobody touches my Harrington?’" You teased with a sly wink.

Steve shrugged, "That would be nice actually."

You took an instinctive step towards Steve, and he seemed to mirror your actions, but before you could reach him, another jock blindsided him and managed to tackle him.

As Steve wrestled with the musclier jock, you walked over to a group of bystanders who came to watch the commotion, grabbed a soda from one of them and marched over to the fight. You pulled the plastic lid off the paper cup and poured ice cold soda all over the jock -and Steve in the process. Both shrivelled from the cold touch of the ice and broke away from each other.

"Nobody touched my Harrington!" You said with serious eyes before helping Steve up.

When the crowd dissipated, you laced your fingers into his. "So… Is this the customary tradition one performs when asking a girl out?"

Steve squeezed your fingers, "Only if it worked."

"It did," you replied before closing the distance between you and kissing him passionately. Behind you, you heard the kids make kissy noises and the occasional 'Eeww'.

When your lips broke apart, the two of you laughed in glee as Steve wrapped his arms around you. As he walked you back to the car you couldn't help but notice the smell of blood on the ground where the jock scrapped his chin become more and more enticing. You swallowed hard, trying not to focus on Steve's neck pulsing with more vigour from the fight.

Midway through the movie, you noticed the drunk jock from before stumble into a dark corner behind the concession building. "I'll be right back," you told Steve, who was half asleep nuzzled in the crook of your neck.

***

When Steve had noticed you'd been gone for much longer than he anticipated, he got a little anxious. His hands kept fidgeting about, his mind racing back to the image of that asshole jock trying to grab your ass. When he couldn't talk himself down anymore, Steve went looking for you. After searching behind several cars and hey stacks, he finally found you, but he was not at all prepared for what he saw. You, standing over the drunk jock from before, fangs extend and bloody with a look of pure elation on your face. Steve's jaw all but fell to the ground as he flung his arms in the air in exasperation.

 ***

"Steve?" You asked, caught off guard and feeling the life drain from your body -a feeling that held more irony than you liked. You glanced down at the unconscious jock at your feet and then back to a nervous Steve. You noticed him pacing about, hands on his hips. The silence was killing you.

"Steve, I can explain-" you started, your eyes shining with sadness from the eventual panic and fear he'd undoubtedly have towards you now.

Steve held up his finger and wiggled it around, "You know, I've kept up with a lot. Demogorgon’s, demo-dogs, a kid with magic powers, literally almost getting eaten alive, but… but Vampires? Can't this stupid upside-down place cut me some slack?" He sounded like a grumpy old man who was addressing a group of annoying kids that would steal his newspaper every morning.

"Okay, I guess this is exactly what you think it is..." You walked towards him. He took a step back, pointing at the jock with crinkled eyebrows.

"Is he dead?"

"No. No! Of course not. I- I usually don't… He was just so drunk, and an asshole- besides, he won't remember anything tomorrow." Your voice came out shaky. “Are you mad at me?”

 Steve nodded his head repeatedly, "Okay. Good, good." He then kept quiet for a long minute. "My girlfriend is a vampire..." he whispered in bewilderment.

”A vampire?" He questioned the universe, looking up at the sky like it held the answers. "What else are you going to throw at me? Werewolves?"

"Did you say… girlfriend?" Your cheeks blushed.  

Steve looked at you as if you said something offensive, "That is what you take away from all this?"

You shrugged, "A girl's gotta have priorities."

Steve laughed nervously before he continued to pace, his mind in deep thought.

You wiped the blood off your lips with your sleeve, taking a slow step forward. This time Steve didn't recline away from you. You felt a glimmer of hope. "Steve, talk to me." You whispered. "Please," you pleaded.

He looked wounded by the way your voice quivered just then and instantly he strode over held you close. After two or three breaths, he let you go again.

"Is this… a permanent condition?" He asked.

"So far," you said playfully.

"Don't joke."

"Sorry," you bit your lips and rose your shoulders above your neck with a pout. You noticed a small smile try and force its way onto his face.

"And… is this," he waved in distaste at the passed out jock, "eating of people also a permanent thing? Because it may put a dampener on any future family dinners where you're the guest and we're the three-course meal."

You held back a laugh, "It doesn't have to be."

Steve let out a breath of air, "Aww, good because if you ate my Mom we'd have some serious baggage!"  

You looked at him in surprise, searching his eyes. "Are you not afraid of me? How are you so… okay with all this?"

"If I told you half of what I go through… Half! You'd understand why." He made a 'mind blown' gesture with his hands. "Besides, you're the only non-boring person in this town… And now it makes sense why."

"Does that mean we're okay?"

"That depends," Steve placed his hands on either side of yours. "Were you sent here to do some evil bidding by some nightmare monster that exists in a parallel dimension called the Upside-Down?"

You furrowed your brows, unsure if he was being serious or not. "No?"

He squinted his eyes at your uncertainty. You cleared your throat and spoke again, "I mean, no! Certainly not."

Steve wrapped his arms around you, relief in his voice, "Good because I don't want to ask Eleven to vanquish my new girlfriend."

He leaned in, about to kiss you when he remembered where your fangs had been a few minutes prior. He gave you an odd look, "Maybe we should make it a rule that we only kiss after a thorough brushing after your… meals."

You giggled into his chest, "Deal!"

As Steve walked you back to the car, arm placed protectively around you, you asked: "What's an Upside-Down?"

Steve just sighed and let out an annoyed moan, "Oh, don't get me started!"

***

Note: This fic just kept getting out of hand, it just kept growing longer and longer... I may do a sequel, but no promises. Enjoy and sorry for the wait!

[17cafe]

seventeen college au valentine’s date

(with member of your choice!)

so a little backstory

you and him are in the same art class

and you both always make these little doodles that take just a minute while you do other work

they were always super cute and to be honest it made you find him super cute

long story short things kept happening and u two ended up with crushes on each other hehe

and you found out you liked each other hehehe

just one day before it was valentine’s day he got to class before you

which he was very relieved about

and tucked his little doodle for you under a tin of markers that were at your spot

when you got to class you saw the corner of paper sticking out and u were like

“oh wow i wonder who could have done this”

super sarcasm

you look around for him though but don’t see him anywhere

he was hiding behind a corner looking at u kind of sneaky

to see your reaction

but he was too shy to like be beside you when you looked at the doodle

when you moved the tin off of it and picked it up

and unfolded it 

you saw that the drawing was of you and him

and you were both holding this huge candy heart with equally huge smiles

and on the heart had the words “be mine?”

but in the bottom corner of the paper was another drawing

much smaller

of you both eating the candy heart because why let it go to waste

and you laugh then smile

when he sees you laugh he’s like hooo boy okay yes this is good

and he comes up to you finally

you’re actually so intrigued at how good the drawing is though it isn’t a normal doodle and you jump when he puts his hands on your shoulders

so you turn around and you’re smiling super wide and he’s smiling super wide and you’re like aWWWWW and hug him super tight

the other students in the room were going awww too

and some were ignoring u too but hey that’s okay

in response to the “be mine?” on the heart you say “yes do you even have to ask !!!”

he’s like i wasn’t sure! you can’t blame me! you play footsies under the table with the guy that sits across from us

you’re like uh do u really think that means he’s my boyfriend or something??

he’s like yeah

and you’re like hhahhaha !!! and he’s like ahaah

then the teacher is like okay kids sit down

and class starts

later on after school you stay a couple extra minutes to finish your assignment because you were almost done!! thankfully art was last class of the day for you

he stays with you of course 

after a little while it was just you and him left because the other students all rushed outta there and the teacher left to go bake some clay

you bring up the footsies thing again and you start ranting

not angry ranting but just ranting nonstop

and he literally out of nowhere was like hey...and pecks your lips real quick so you stop talking

you actually gasp and put your pencil crayon down before leaning and kissing him back but on the cheek

he blushes SO HARD

he grabs your hand and bag and drawing and just pulls u out of the room and ur like WHAT are you doing

he doesn’t say anything and pulls you to the library

and sits at a secluded table and it’s so sosoososooo sweet

he just holds your hand and plays with your fingers and he just asks about your day and kind of mumbles things sometimes that u ask him to repeat

and it’s always something like “oh.. i just said you look cute when you make that face..”

the smile and faint blush never leaves his face as you guys talk with each other.. until one of the library workers is like hey we’re closing get out

now its an hour and a half since school ended and u guys are lke woah what

but he’s still holding onto your hand and grabs your bag for u again and leads you outta there

and there’s nobody in the hallways so u guys just wander around in the school and keep talking

but soon your phone rings and ur like whoop! i know what that is gotta go home 

and you pout because you love spending time with him…

but he’s like “no that face is too pretty to pout”

boom your mood is instantly brighter

and he just smiles because he Knows and he’s like alright which way

you’re like ????

he’s like which way to your home

and he obviously walks you home

of course before you open the door to go inside he kisses your forehead.. and he’s like I’ll see you tomorrow right?? it’s valentines day you better come to school :((

and you’re like yes of course i will see you tomorrow!! and he grins and winks and says “tomorrow it is then”

when you go inside and close the door you just sigh and squeal and that dork is jumping around as he walks away and hops all the way home wow he’s such a happy boy

so tomorrow comes aka ~valentine’s day~

art class is right in the morning 

and neither of you have afternoon classes !!

he got up early to look good for u.. he did his hair how you like it and wore a button up shirt with these nice black pants ooo

he got you candy hearts like the drawing and some flowers but shh you don’t know yet

also he drew another picture last night but wait for that ok

he came early because he wanted to be there before you again

he’s checking his hair and breath and making sure his shirt is all nicely resting with no wrinkles or anything

and he’s waiting in the art room beside the door when you come in

you don’t see him n hes like yes my plan worked

he silently follows you and waits until you sit down and whispers “happy valentine’s day~~” and holds the flowers and candy and folded drawing out in front of you and ur like WOAHH

OH BOY

HE PUTS ALL THE STUFF ON YOUR TABLE AND LITERALLY JUST. SPINS YOUR CHAIR

and kiss e s you

and it’s short but passionate and like it sucked the life out of you that was so unexpected

and he pulls back at looks at you all dazed and smiles

both of you are so red

he turns your chair back around and tucks you in before he takes his seat next to you and points to the flowers because he doesn’t want you looking at him he is TOO SHY

“do you like them?? they aren’t valentine colours but they reminded me of you~” because there’s yellow flowers mixed with the pink

and inside u are a total mess like crying but a good cry with heart eyes..

he’s giggling like crazy and you unfold the drawing finally and this boy

“im glad you like the flowers because–”

he drew your faces from side angles and your noses are touching and like the other drawing you both have those big scrunchy smiles

and you CANT you just hug him so tight and wrap your legs around him too because your chairs are against each other like one long chair and just

the other students coming in now are all smiley and some “awww” at you guys and you pull away but

he opens the candy container thing and picks one and brings it up for you to read before putting it in your hand

it’s one that said “be mine?”

more people are smiling and cooing at you guys and you hide your beet red face

he hides his face too but sees you doing it still and whispers in your ear

“you okay?”

you nod but still hide your face and he rubs your back and leans his head on the table right beside yours and hes trying to look at you

“lemme see that pretty face? pleeease?”

soon enough when class starts though he goes and gets the paints and brushes you always use & your project and brings everything to you

he gets to work but wraps his leggies around yours and you’re like ??? but he just keeps doing his own thing

u let it happen no questions just smiles

at the end of class he cleans up all his and your stuff for you too :’) 

and you assume he just didn’t bring a bag or anything today because he has nothing with him

he just picks up all of your stuff and says

“we’re going out to get lunch today!”

and you’re just like ok sunshine!

he’s like o no i should be calling you that...

so you’re like “well why didn’t you”

“dang u right.. i’m sorry prince/ss” and he looks around once again seeing practically nobody in the room then kisses your cheeks like 10 times

all this luck of being nearly alone in a public place wow

you guys go to this small casual restaurant about a block away

you to pick a table as he orders and pays in advance because he knows it’s a good place they never mess up

you come back and ask “what did you order for us?”

he smiles at the word “us” and looks down shyly 

doesn’t respond and picks up where you left off from the conversation after school yesterday

he lightly takes hold of your hand and stares at you so admiringly as you talk

the food all comes soon and ok are you ready

spring rolls with the sauce in a heart shaped dish

sandwiches cut in the shape of a heart

red drink with heart straw

dessert was a cupcake with pink icing and a bit of ice cream in the shape of a heart too

and you were like wo w they’re really in the valentine’s spirit!! and he was like hehe yeah

but really he had to request it and pay extra for all that but it was worth it because he loved when you giggled and smiled so much

when you guys finish eating and talking and get up 

and when you’re at the door just about to leave the waiter comes up with one last thing

a heart balloon!! and hands it to you and u look at your boy

he shrugs and he’s like idk where that came from

you’re like well i do you goober and peck his lips and he’s like heHEEe

he caresses your cheek and kisses you back but you pull away kind of quickly because this is a public place

after leaving the restaurant you guys just walk around the neighbourhood talking and laughing and sneaking lil kissies in here and there

you end up laying in the field by your school and again luck is on your side because nobody else is out there and it’s a bit chilly but sunny and nice

so it’s just you guys on the grass

holding hands and he sings this little song he made for you after getting over his shyness about it

and it makes you fall so much harder

you tied the balloon to your wrist but somehow it came undone

and at one point the balloon flies up and you yell !! and he jumps up and you do too and jump onto his back and you touch the ribbon but it gets away :((

you huff and you’re so sad and lay limp on his back n in a soft voice he’s like “baby it’s okay hey it’s okay”

extra cuddles and kisses as u pretend to stay sad and say it was the most special balloon because he got it for you

tickles you a little so you laugh and man

keeps kissing u so much he can not get enough

they’re always so soft and warm just so delicate

it’s overwhelming because you’ve never really kissed before and now so many in one day !!! but it’s exciting!!

at one point you’re kind of on top of him attacking him in kisses to “get back” at him n you bring your hands up for better balance and end up tickling his sides and he jumps

you’re like >:))

continue the tickling and “revenge” kisses and omg

even though he’s laughing so hard all you hear is silence because you’re just focused on his face and how purely happy he seems and it’s like wow.. i caused that

but you end up laying side by side fiddling with each others fingers

you see the dot of the balloon way up in the clear sky

you two just spend hours at the field sitting and talking and sometimes getting up and running away from the other as they threatened to tickle you 

soon enough it’s already getting dark?? you two were so caught up in each other that you didn’t even realize it

he thought dinner plans were too formal as you two just became a couple and you already went on the cute lunch date !! so he walked you home before it got too dark

you started rubbing your arms because you got cold

you had a jacket on already but he put his coat over your shoulders as well

when he dropped you off he got a little pouty

and you kissed him to make him smile again

of course he did

and of course he held your hands as he looked at you while you talked

he stood outside the door with you for a long time but then you got too cold and got a shiver

and he was like oh no okay go inside

he walked home in the dark and he was a little scared but that didn’t matter because he was so head over heels for you

when he got home he checked his phone and saw a message from you

but even before replying he called his mom and told her all about you omg

he couldn’t help himself

this... angel boy

likes you so much 

he will always do anything to make you smile 

and always protect you and help you and support you 

and love you 

and he knows you’ll do all the same

[betweensceneswriter]

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Previously on Island Hopper- Chapter 1: Lukuun Lakatu Claire’s life is full of blessings.

     “Ugh,” I groaned, looking at myself in the mirror.  “We’re heading to Guam for Christmas, a place people actually wear swim suits to the beach, and I’ve got the farmiest farmers’ tan I’ve ever seen!”

     I hadn’t realized, when I joined the Peace Corps and chose to go to Arno, that decency standards on this particular island would mean I could never sunbathe.

     Of course Jamie grinned at me, coming up behind me.  “I quite like your farmers’ tan, Ri-pālle.  It’s like a line of demarcation; the border of a country,” he said, softly tracing the tan lines on my upper arms, the back of my neck, and then across my breasts. “These lines say, ‘Beyond here, this territory belong to Jamie Fraser and no one else.’”

     He stood behind me, reaching his hands around my rib cage to cup my breasts, and kissing me firmly on the shoulder.

     You’re a goober,” I said, “And that’s half the reason I love you.  Well?  Are you going to spend some time exploring your territory?”  I raised my eyebrows at him and reached up to unhook my bra.

     Yes,” he said, picking me up and carrying me to our bed.  “Though I have a feeling there’s not much I havena explored already numerous times.”

     I swatted at him irritably.

      “I didna say I was bored of it,” Jamie defended himself.  “Or that every time isna just as amazing and breathtaking as the first time.”

     I was glaring at him when he sat down on the bed, holding me.  “Dinna look at me like that, Claire,” he said.  “Ye ken I was absolutely serious when I made that vow, putting my ring on your hand.”

      “Which vow?” I asked.  He turned, and laid me back on the pillows.

      “Wi’ my body, I thee worship.  Because I do.  And I will always.”  He punctuated the phrase by climbing over me and kissing me on abdomen, breast, and neck, then gently lowering his body onto me, resting on his elbows, and looking at my face curiously.  “Ye liked that?” he asked.  “What I just said?”

     I wasn’t anywhere as big as him, but Jamie instinctively obeyed my body’s directives as I urged him to roll us over so that I was on top.  I started to cover his neck and chest in a flurry of kisses, but also found my eyes filling with tears.  Jamie grabbed my wrists and stopped me. 

      “I want to hear it,” he said.  “What is it?”

      “That’s always been my favorite vow,” I said, as he released one hand to reach up and wipe my cheek.  “I mean, in sickness and in health is nice, richer or poorer, ‘til death do us part.  But something about ‘With my body, I thee worship’ gets me every time.”

     Jamie’s face softened, but his body was responding completely the opposite.  He could have made love to me right then, but I was overcome with a feeling of generosity, scooting down the bed until I was between his legs, then lowering my torso until I could  envelop him with my mouth.

      “Oh my God, Claire…”

     If I had any doubts about how he felt about what I was doing for him, the sounds it drew from him made it quite clear.

      “You’re a magician,” he said, wide-eyed, several minutes later as I flopped back on the bed, tucked next to him with his arm around me.  “I’ll have to remember that phrase, if it makes ye that grateful and generous.”

      “How grateful and generous are you feeling?” I asked teasingly. 

      “You have no idea,” he said, exchanging positions with me.  “But allow me to demonstrate what I mean when I say ‘with my body I thee worship’.”

      Jamie headed off to school with a kiss and a hug, and the reminder that today he needed to stay at school for lunch.  It was Thursday, and for some reason I had the strange feeling that I was forgetting something.  But it wasn’t a regular clinic day, Sharbella had morning sickness again, and when I went to the clinic at 9, there was no one waiting for me.  I decided to see some families for home visits while I had the opportunity.

     I meandered toward Matolen, passing Najor’s house with some sadness, thinking of little Maxson.  On the edge of their property, I saw a wheelbarrow, probably the same one Najor had always used as a stroller for her son.  I waved at Karla, who was heading into their cookhouse.  “Iiokwe!” I said, and she responded in kind.

     As I walked a little farther, I came to a neat little property on the iar side.  The house was a bright blue, simple and boxy.  In the yard, one of the local mamas, Adina, sat on a mat with her two children close to her.  I remembered seeing the little girl around.  I think her name was Lolly, and I think the boy’s name was Lakatu, which means “handsome.”  He was one of the little people who suffered from boils on his scalp, but despite the small scars, the kids were adorable, and when I smiled and waved, Adina said, “Itok, Miss Peachay.”

     I came and squatted by her, but she scooted over on her mat to make a place for me.  She was weaving a beautiful decorative mat, made of small cowry shells, pandanus leaves, and thin strips of something that looked like raffia.

      “What are you making?” I asked, then tried my Marshallese to say the same thing. “Te ao komman?

     Adina smiled and corrected me.  I watched with interest as she wrapped the paper-like raffia around the pandanus fronds, threaded it through a cowry shell, and then continued.  I pulled out my Majel cheat sheet and asked her about the kids.  Were they sleeping well?  Eating well?  Was washing Lakatu’s face and hair at night helping avoid more boils? Adina answered, and I scribbled down a few notes in my notebook, gave her a bar of soap and a pair of fingernail clippers from my bag, and then just sat, watching.

     After a while, she asked me, “Ta ṇe ear kabbōj eok?”   

      “Jolok bōd.  Ij jab malele.  I’m sorry.  I don’t understand,’ I responded.  She pointed at my stomach, so I wondered whether she was asking why I didn’t have kids of my own.  But by gesticulating and grabbing her own hips and belly, I finally realized she was asking me why I was so skinny.

“Kilep emmon,” Adina said. (It’s good to be big, I mentally translated.  “Inana aidik,” (It’s bad to be skinny).  Jamie had explained to me that in Majel culture, a little extra fat was a sign of wealth.  Men didn’t tend to be very big, as they did a lot of the physical labor and stayed quite active.  But once a woman had children, it was normal for her to fill out and have heftier curves.

“Ijab enañinmej,” I told her.  “I’m not sick.  Bwe ñan ṃōñā. (Bway ngon MUNG aye) I have plenty to eat.”

“Aet,” she smiled and nodded.  “Meester Shamie.”  Somehow just the mention of my husband was enough to reassure her that I was being taken care of and had adequate food. 

     I tried out more of my Marshallese on her, making Adina giggle effusively at my horrible pronunciation.  After a little bit, Adina got up of her mat and motioned for me to follow her.  “Itok,” she said, “Itōm ṃōñā.” (EE tom MUNG aye--Come and eat).  Despite Adina’s acceptance that I was being fed adequately, she didn’t see any harm in loading me up with additional calories.  She brought out some cold coconut rice and a can of tuna, and she, the kids, and I ate with our hands and laughed together. 

     Of course, partway through the visit, I made the mistake of remarking on how nice the mat was that she was making.  Before I left, she pressed a smaller version of the mat into my hands, about the size of a coaster—a little spiral of pandanus fronds with a ring of cowries around the outside.  I thanked her repeatedly, and then headed along to make a few more stops before turning back toward the clinic and house.

     At some point on my walk, I had what I thought was a fabulous idea.  There was no place on the island to escape from people.  It was as if the local children had a homing device that led them to anyone who wanted to be alone.  But there was one place I could strip down to a swimsuit and not worry about being seen—the iar!  If I went snorkeling, and removed my dress or shorts when I was out in the water, I could swim while the sun hit my back, and maybe I might even be able to float on my back long enough to do a little tanning for my front.  I’d quickly discovered that 15 minutes in direct sun without sunscreen was about all I needed to get a little bit of a pink glow that would darken into tan. I felt like a genius.

     When I got home around one, there was still no one waiting for me.  I drew water from the well to water my garden, where I ecstatically noted you could see little sprouts beginning to come up.  With one last check of the clinic, I wrote a little note—“Miss Peach etal iar.”

     I pulled on a bikini, then a sundress, hooking Jamie’s fish stringer to my bikini bottoms.  I grabbed my snorkel, mask, and fins, and headed out to the iar.  I even took along one of the fishing spears, thinking I might be able to catch dinner while I was at it.

     It truly felt like progress to be going snorkeling by myself, after the first time when I had clung desperately to Jamie’s hand.  This time, I quickly adjusted to the sparkly clicking sound, which Rupert had informed me was caused by some kind of coral shrimp scraping the coral, which sounded so close because water is a better conductor of sound than air.

     I looked around as I got farther away from shore.  Probably a mile or two away toward Arno Arno there was a boat being used by fishermen, but other than that I didn’t have any company at all.

     It was slightly complicated to pull off the sundress and then knot it to the fish stringer, but after that I put my mask and snorkel back on, making sure to twist my hair up in a knot so it wouldn’t cover my back, and then I swam around, trying to see if I could find any good coral outcroppings where I could catch some fish.  After about 15 minutes on my stomach, I tried to float on my back.  It was a much more complicated proposition, and wearing my mask would have been useful in keeping water out of my nose, but I didn’t want to have a weird mask tan.

     When I had reached my limit of back-floating, I turned back onto my stomach and did a little bit of spear fishing.  I certainly hadn’t gone a lot of times since the boys first took me, but my skills had definitely improved.  I chose my fish better, which resulted in fewer mangled specimens, and I was better at aiming, which meant a higher rate of success.  In another ten minutes, I’d speared seven really nice fish, hooked them onto the stringer through their gills, and then, putting my sundress back on, I headed back to our house.

     By the time I was home, it was getting close to three.  Salt water never felt good left on the skin, so I put the fish in a bucket of cool water, and took a cool shower, not bothering with boiling water. 

     I was quite proud of myself for catching dinner.  Now all I needed to do was get the coconut and we could have a traditional Marshallese meal.  I could also feel the glow of the absorbed sunshine on my back, and even on the fronts of my white thighs.  Whether or not Jamie loved my farmers’ tan, I actually had found a way to get rid of it!

     I scouted the yard, found a fallen mature coconut, and headed next door to Maria’s house with a bowl and the coconut.  Husking the coconut was far more challenging than Jamie or Maria made it look, but after several (okay, numerous) attempts, I finally got the coconut spike to pierce the husk, and I wrestled with it until I pulled the first chunk of husk away.  After that it got easier and easier, until I had a dark round coconut left, with just a few strands of husk attached. 

     The final step, of course, was to split the coconut.  I thought I probably should put the coconut on the ground to hit it with the machete, but I’d cut avocadoes in half in my hand for about forever, using a knife to pierce the seed, rotate, and then remove it.  So I grabbed the coconut in my left hand, grabbed the machete in the other, and with a deliberate hack, I hit the coconut.  Nothing happened.  I rotated the coconut in my hand, and tried again.  Again, nothing.  Finally, in frustration, I put the coconut on a flat rock, and swung at it with more force.  The coconut split, the machete glanced off the rock I’d set the coconut on, and in one slow, sickening moment, the rusty blade hit me on the left shin. 

      “Are you kidding me?” I exclaimed.  I dropped the machete, and limped away from Maria’s house, blood streaming down my leg. I wasn’t sad or hurting; I felt angrier than anything.  After being so proud of myself for solving my sun tanning problem, after catching dinner, and singlehandedly opening my coconut for rice, to injure myself made me furious. 

     The clinic door was thankfully unlocked. I grabbed a roll of gauze and a non-stick sterile pad, wrapping my leg tightly to see if I could staunch the blood flow to better inspect the wound.  The pain had taken a while to build up, but I definitely felt it now.

      “Bugger, bugger, bugger, bugger! Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ!” I chanted as I got out my suture kit, numbing pad, and lidocaine syringe. “Damn, damn, damn!” I grab the pot of water and put it on the stove, then moved one of the chairs next to the examination table. It was going to be a bit of a stretch to have my leg up on the table and try to lean forward to give myself stitches to keep the edges of the wound together.

     A little knock on the door made me cringe, until I saw the curly red hair peeking through the screens at me.  “Are ye wi’ anyone?” Jamie asked.

      “No, it’s just me,” I said.  When he entered, he grinned at me.  Quickly assessing the situation, though: the blood on the floor, me on the chair by the exam table, my shin covered with a bloody gauze, and suddenly Jamie’s face looked very white. 

      “What happened?” he said, kindly patting my hip after coming to sit on the floor by my chair where my wound was out of sight.

      “Machete,” I explained simply.  “I was just getting ready to make coconut rice for dinner.  And I was     so proud of myself, too.  It’s really a bummer.”

     The tea kettle started steaming.

      “Can you help me, Jamie?” I asked.  “I need one of those basins, and I need you to fill the tea kettle the rest of the way with cold water.  I want to make sure this is clean before I stitch it up.”

     Given a task to do, Jamie seemed to overcome his squeamishness.  He poured the water over my leg as I held it over the basin, and I was relieved to see that despite the profuse amount of blood, the cut was only going to take four stitches to close.  When the time came for me to do the suturing, Jamie had to turn away, though, and he seemed very relieved once it was done and I was bandaged up.  He locked up the clinic for me, and helped me hobble back to our house.

     Once I was settled comfortably on the bed, Jamie proceeded to bring me water and prop up my leg with some pillows.  “So, Rupert and Angus have invited us to come to dinner tonight,” he said.  “You can rest for a couple of hours, and then we can head over there.”

      “Oh, I don’t think I really want to go,” I responded.  “Can we schedule dinner for another day?”

     Jamie looked strangely perturbed.  “We canna refuse the invitation of friends.”

      “If they’re friends,” I argued, “They’ll realize I nearly cut my leg off, and they’ll let us take a raincheck.”

      “Four stitches, Claire,” he said.  “I had eighteen, and I walked you home that night.”

      “Well, you were in love with me.  I’m not in love with Rupert and Angus. They’ll be fine with having us over another night.  Or just go by yourself.  It might be nice to have a little time with your buddies, and I might like some alone time, too.”

      “Dammit, Ripalle,” Jamie scolded. “Dinna be so selfish.  They’ve already gone to the effort to prepare a meal for us.  We’re going to Angus and Rupert’s and that’s final.”

     I stared at Jamie.  There was an odd air of desperation on his face.  I started to think that maybe he wasn’t ordering me just to be overbearing.  At the same time, I could see him visibly processing how things seemed to be going.

      “There’s a reason I want you to come, Claire.  Are ye afraid it will hurt your leg?  What if I carry you in a wagon or a wheelbarrow?  Or give you a piggy back ride?”

      “Don’t be ridiculous,” I said.  “I can make it to dinner just fine.  But I realized I haven’t taken anything.  Can you grab the acetaminophen bottle from the top of the dresser?  Maybe if I take a couple and rest for a little while, I’ll feel better by the time we head over.”

      “And we could just plan to stay the night,” Jamie suggested offhandedly, “So we wouldn’t have to walk back home in the dark.”

     I raised my eyebrows skeptically.  “Do you really think Angus and Rupert would be okay with us staying in their house for a night?”

      “Only if I promise on my honor not to have sex wi’ ye…” Jamie said, then added with a cheesy grin, “And I wouldna.  At least not very noisily…Though I canna make any promises about your volume.”

      “I only make a normal amount of noise during sex,” I said, frowning. 

      “If so,” Jamie said, “It would be very educational to discover what a ‘large amount’ sounds like.”

     The nap helped, as did the Tylenol, and by five o’clock, I felt ready to head out.  Jamie grabbed night clothes for me, and clothing for both of us for the next day, while I remained enthroned on the bed like an invalid. 

     And as we set out toward the school, I felt extremely curious about what awaited us.  

                          On to Chapter 3 : Hashtag Blessed The Scots make an effort to be culturally thoughtful for their American friend.

Chapter Notes:   My two co-teachers and I invented snorkelbathing to combat the massive farmers’ tans we were getting on the island.  We had tried slipping off to the beach somewhere between Ine and Matolen, but every time we peeled off our sundresses and lay down on our towels, like magic the local children would arrive, and at the sound of happy little voices approaching, we had to pull our dresses back on.

When snorkelbathing, getting your back tan was no trouble at all (we had to work to make sure we didn’t get too scorched—especially being as close to the equator as we were, 15 minutes was almost enough time to get a sunburn if you didn’t wear sunscreen).  Trying to tan your front was a much more challenging proposition.  Salt water up your nose and in your eyes doesn’t feel very good.  Ah, the price of beauty!