#Sai is made of paint and only eat paint base like food (thats just made of paint)

[smorallow]

doodle for the matchup for @ahatintime-oc-competition Here's the link to the poll! :D

we got Sai interacting with Rea who belongs to @razs-archetype ! Sai wish they could eat baked goods but sadly Sai can only eat paint,,,

[melodiimelon]

The Outsiders Personalities Based on my opinion <3

Ponyboy:

He would probably be that one kid who would tell the teacher that there was homework and have a room full of opps.

Hates Steve with all his heart because hes jealous asf.

Would be like the made in romania kid (he prolly is)

Canonically smokes the most out of the gang, but he uses a penjamin because he thinks its “safer”

Is in orchestra and plays cello

Smoke seshes with Johnny😩

Speaks Romanian fluently, refuses to speak hebrew.

Adding on to the last one, the curtis’ just say all the prayers in english during holidays so the rest of the gang can understand, and because they don’t like hebrew in general.

Wore Adidas when he was younger. No questions.

Has atleast went to Romania ONCE.

Johnny

The quiet, but defensive hufflepuff.

If people ask him to say something in either spanish or thai, he’ll just say a bad word to embarrass them.

Has a better relationship with his dad than his mom (not canon)

Him and dally are like this🤞🏽no crosses count.

ALWAYS SINGS RANDOM THAI SONGS OUTTA NO WHERE

Theres this weird thing that he has (i have it too) where he could show his talents to a audience of people, but not in front of a small group.

So i can see him kind of spacing out while trying to sing for the gang.

Knows Muay Thai, so thats very useful to him for fighting socs.

Smokes pot just because.

Sodapop

Is constantly called “Soda-bop” from socs, and even Steve.

Takes band or orchestra

Takes Jewish cantor classes every Thursday bc he cant do it on Shabbat.

He always won first place in a cantor competition, and people even started hiring him for weddings.

Can also speak romanian, but speaks Hebrew for his classes.

People unfortunately are prejudice against him for being jewish, so he lies and says he’s atheist. He regrets it a lot.

His Bar Mitzvah was very festive, and he was lifted up on a chair😀

Girls and guys come up to him constantly for either beauty tips or falling in love with him.

He’s a gryffindor. Constantly boasts about it.

Says “what the sheol” on a daily basis.

Steve

Contrary to popular belief, he can actually cook.

He’s very bitchy when it comes to cars

He loves them more than Soda

Was the type to have car posters in his room as a kid

He wasn’t available on Fridays because of Jummah (iykyk)

Hides his relationship with Soda from his parents and sister

Not really family oriented (toxic parents)

Would be in band or orchestra in school

Hes a big back when it comes to Bastani and Ghormasabzi (IM MAKING GHORMASABZI)

His gay awakening was Soda. NO EXCEPTIONS.

Has the best comebacks for haters

Calls sunglasses Hater-Blockers😭

Almost fought Pony at school one time and Soda had to stop them

Two Bit

He’s the type to eat paint chippings and get Lead Poisoning as a kid.

People dont believe hes 🇧🇷🇨🇺

Only makes food from a air fryer because he’s not trusted with a stove

Almost burned his house down when trying to re-fry french fries from mcdonald’s(you probably know the consequences).

Plays accordion and lets his sister sing with him for funsies

But plays trombone in band so he can be with Steve

The gang was calling him Two-Bitch, but pony was on his horse period and called him No-Bitch for fun. Two Bit swore it was on sight while the rest of the gang was laughing.

Has SOME rizz, but doesnt like to use it to his potential.

Pranks all of Tulsa by becoming a elf and running around scaring kids.

Drinks and smuggles Cuban cigars and Brazilian beers in the curtis house. Darry banned him from the house for a week.

Dallas

The original super senior

WHERE MY HUG AT???

Lemme take you to ur class😭

He has a cat name Mau Mau Winston the First and he wont let the gang touch her.

Thats his daughter dont fw her😡

He would let that cat do anything😭

FRAGILE MASCULINITY.

He’s actually a good dancer, HE GOT LIQUID HIPS.

Actually hates his dad with a burning passion (besides P-philes) and loves his mom. Hes a mamas boy.

Since hes also arab, I can see him cussing out the gang in arabic.

Watches Kai Cenat on the daily

🟧⬛️⭐️ obsessed

Was called Buster Cherry in New York

Tries to get people into fights for fun.

Darry

Literal husband material

Would literally be the best dad in the world.

Also speaks both Romanian and Hebrew fluently.

He planned Soda’s Bar Mitzvah and they have pictures of EVERYTHING.

Is first generation American when he moved from Romania in the 40’s due to the holocaust

Touches up his language skills when he has the time.

LOVES FRANK SINATRA

Him and his siblings have Hebrew names from their Bat Mitzvahs

Visits Romania with Soda and Pony in summer when they have the money.

when their parents were alive, they would speak Romanian when they were together.

Hanukkah is a very INTERESTING TIME for him- (ill make a headcanon on that)

Wanted to be a lawyer when he was younger

Dealt with racism in elementary/junior high because he was an emigrant.

A/N: This took A WEEK TO MAKE. DONT LET ME DOWN; I NEED COMMENTS, LIKES, REPOSTS,

A N Y T H I N G.

[themediummultiverseau]

Sorry I put the question in the wrong place before. What were the ghosts favorite holiday when they were alive?

(pretty sure you put it in the right place before! dont worry haha)

dream - i never really paid much attention to holidays, but there were some people in the village celebrated something they called "Litha," id see them light bonfires and dance, flowers woven into hair or fur, and i just remembered they looked so pretty and like they were actually having fun, but i dared not join in, not after my brothers death...

Dust - New years, i always saw it as a time to improve myself....make a new start and leave it all behind. Of course, that never happened, im such a failure, i could never improve

Killer - i was never raised very religious, but mum was, so i guess Eid ul-Fitr. We always had great sweets and i remember putting up pretty decorations, it always looked pretty and i just remember it being like, so cool

Horror - Christmas, spending time with my family and cooking a huge meal for them all to enjoy? Right up my alley! I always hosted, pretty much every year, and seeing the joy on my siblings face at the food that was so limited dressed up to be a meal fit for a king... It was just perfect!

Nightmare - I was always fond of All Hallows Eve. Once, i dressed myself up to be seen as a demonic spirit to scare some villagers scream, i can still see the look on their faces all these years later, and i could help those who were kind to me when they came to my door for offerings, of course, i couldnt let them know thats what i was doing. I did always enjoyed apple bobbing too... That always upset mother haha, something about it "disgracing our souls," never cared much myself honestly.

Ink - oh, huh? Holidays? uhhh, i dont know... Oh! Guy Fawks - Bonfire Night! I always made the guy to put on the bonfire, and fireworks are pretty too! Great to paint, and pretty simple haha! (Nightmare looks on in horror)

Error - Bah humbug - (Its christmas; he likes spending time with family, even if he doesnt want to admit it)

Geno - oh, i always liked boxing day, christmas was always so hectic, and the next day you got to just sit around and eat leftovers! I liked halloween too, we always went to the graveyard and lit candles for the graves, i always liked doing that.

Cross - ...Would it be silly to say St. George's Day? I grew up on those stories, and wanted to be like him when i grew up, a strong and noble soldier...

Lust - Valentines..... ( he used to give out wild flowers he picked to people on the streets as gifts, but he never found anyone who'd give one back...now he never will.)

Sans - not a ghost, but i think you can guess... (its april fools)

I really wanted to put a variety of holidays in here, but i myself am pagan and brought up in a mostly christian country, so if i messed up with anything, im sorry, it was not my intention - also, i put a bunch of holidays that are only celebrated over here in the uk, i didnt really think about it, and now there here - this au is mostly based on british history, because thats what im familiar with, and most of my historical knowledge is just from my own head, but theyre not really british, they live in some weird world that doesnt really exist so idk, think what you will haha

ii was not sure what i wanted to draw here, and it ended up being nothing - but theres a change i might add some at a later date)

Thank you for your support decadentroadmakerturtle, it means the world! :)

[alexin-wonderlust]

Day Four - Osaka - Cup Noodles, Asahi Brewery and Aquarium

November 10th 2022

Woke up, ready for NOODLES. But first, we had to adventure to get there. Because it is quite far away, and not "IN OSAKA" itself. Just North, and on civilian trains. But thats fine, because its Japan.

We had to walk a fair way, and it was confusing because there wasnt any English signage. But it was a SUPER lovely day to be out walking anyway. The cutest thing!! They paint their sewer caps here with the Cup Noodle Chicken Mascot. KAWAII!

When we got to the museum, there was a school trip there too but it wasnt that busy. We walked in and to the "Wall of Noodles", but that's actually the END of the museum. (Little did we know, there was a sign in japanese saying -> start that way) Whoops!

The story goes; man lives on ranch, finds a way to dehydrate and rehydrate noodles by twice cooking. He makes the chicken stock because its cheap and easy to make after hes already used the meat. Then he goes on to work out how packaging works, and how the factory will pack the cups with the noodles and why a cup, and not a bowl... it was really quite interesting actually -- and interactive! I used my phone to translate it all -- im quite grateful because it was a lovely exhibit.

Next, we got to MAKE our own cup noodle flavour cup! 500Y gets you a cup to decorate with markers, then you get to choose the stock base and up to 4 toppings. Chilli Tomato was a big hit with us Aussies since we dont GET IT HERE!

After we were noodled out -- no food yet, we realised we didnt have long to get to the Asahi Brewery for their last tour (and that I had forgotten to call and book) so we rushed. Hungry and cranky -- we made it just in time.

Another food tour, and we got to see the inner workings of a massive (and I mean MASSIVE) brewery. The kettles outside were HUGE! They make 6.1 million cans a day there apparently... Crazy stuff. When we had finished with the tour, they give you TWO DRINKS FOR FREE! The tour was free, they give you free beer. WTF!? Oh and these yummy rice crackers with salt and black pepper. SO GOOD.

What's next. Food? No. Aquarium, on the other side of Osaka before it closes. The Tempozan Harbor Aquarium in Osaka is HUGE! They have freaking WHALE SHARKS! It was so awesome. You walk in like, a rainforest area, and you just feel like youre diving down, under the ocean and in different layers of the sea. There's seals, and penguins, and piranha (I've never had to type piranha before) and it was just so cool. We didnt want to leave actually -- even though... hungry.

In the mall, across the way... a KFC. <3 and it's December, which means KFC Japan had all their exciting menu out. Christmas Lunch at KFC. Hehe! What a dream. Im pretty sure I got a lemon and herb mayo Twister or something and Ben got a teriyaki burger. It was pretty good -- better than Australia for sure.

Only one thing left to do now and that'd get back to the hotel because at this stage I think we were at like 18000 steps. On the way back we played some carnival games at Dotonburi, took some photos and headed to Don Quijote for the last moment in Osaka.

Tomorrow we are in Kyoto!

IG Post:

"Day Four; Cup Noodle Museum, Asahi Beer Museum and Osaka Aquarium 🍜🍺🐠

I have too many good photos from this day. It was hard to chooooose! The Cup Noodle museum was so much fun. The Asahi Brewery was hard because it was only Japanese but we got free beers… so that was good. Then we went all the way back to where we were yesterday to go to the Aquarium.

It was worth it. I saw a puffin, a whale shark, a sunfish, a capybara, otters… so many cute things."

"Considering we went to a food factory and a beer factory… We really didn’t eat much today. Oops!"

[bettysupremacy]

Who could be a more doting boyfriend?

Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader

Based off this request

Summary: 10 times Eddie Munson showed just how down bad he was.

Warnings: mentions of weed, food is brought up too, very very fluffy, Eddie down bad, sick! Reader for one, reader only in towel at one point, reader eats bacon in one, fem! Reader, tell me if I’ve forgotten any.

3.7k words because I luv u

Saccharine kisses were her favorite. The kind of kisses where he would ghost his lips over her skin, hovering, before planting a long sweet kiss to wherever he deemed most kissable at the moment.

She loved the way it never failed to make her stomach flip. The way it never failed to make her dizzy in the head and weak in the knees.

She loved that when it made her exhale wonky he’d look at her with this lovesick smile, before pressing more kisses around the area. Quicker, but non less full of love.

That’s why now, laying in bed, sick as a dog, she doesn’t have the strength to push him away. Thats why pawing at him uselessly, the only strength she’d managed earlier, had ceased.

“I’m gonna get you sick.” She whines.

They’re laying in her bed, intertwined like these are her last moments, like Eddie needs to get the most out of them.

Like a sad Victorian painting.

“I don’t care, Juliet, this world is a place I cannot live in without you.”

She scoffs, it coming out more like a cough than anything else. He pats her back as she coughs, letting her sit up to cover her mouth, and frowning when she shakes her head at the Gatorade he holds up for her.

“I’ve got the flu, you dolt. I’m not dying.” He pulls her back down, rubbing at the arm she’s wrapped around his stomach.

She didn’t know wether she was cold or hot, but the goosebumps that rose on her arms, from his fingers dancing over her skin, chilled her deliciously.

“He says that though, right?” He asks.

“Romeo?”

“Yeah.”

“I’ve never read the play.”

He ponders this for a moment, tilting his head up, further into the faded grey of his old pillow case.

“What are you think-“

“Shh.”

She gives him an incredulous look, she could be dying for gods sake! Treat her with a little respect-

“O Romeo, Romeo, where..fore art thou Romeo?”

She looks up at him, head not lifting from its position on his chest, but a confused smile is playing on her lips.

“You’ve read it?”

“Well when you take senior year three times..”

“Oh, right.” She tilts her head back down, ear press into the warm skin above his steadily beating heart, as she curls around him.

He stops his fingers dance over her arms, only letting her frown momentarily, before they card their way through her wet hair. They work out small knots and kinks they hadn’t brushed out. He cranes his neck to press a long kiss on the top of her head.

“Did the shower make you feel better?” He murmurs against her hair.

“I don’t know.”

He sighs, knowing her too well to think that she’d admit his suggestion didn’t work. “I’ll go get the tv from the living room and wheel it in here, Kay?”

She nods, nasally voice making him frown. “Mkay.”

He gently removes himself from under her, making sure to pull the blankets back up before completely retracting.

“And the vapor rub. I’ll grab the vapor rub too.” His palms dig into his mattress as he hovers over her.

“God bless.”

He smiles at her, lips coming down to kiss hers affectionally. She kisses back before she realizes what she’s done.

“Do not kiss me, Edward, I know you’re not vaccinated.”

A deep groan leaves his lips as he walks away, into the living room for the TV and vapor rub.

“What is a desperate man to do?”

She can’t help but smile as she tucks herself into his freshly clean, for the first time in 2 years, sheets.

—

She rummages through his drawers, fingers making quick work of the unfolded clothes thrown in them.

“Eddie?” her voice drifts through his bedroom door, and into the kitchen, where he’s staring intently at the microwave.

He pushes his door open, weary as to where to put his eyes while his girlfriend is in nothing but a towel.

“Yes?”

“Do you know where my clothes are? I thought I left them in this drawer but..”

“Oh! Hold on!”

He goes back though his door, returning with a basket of laundry. It’s not fresh, nor warm to the touch, but it was definitely recently that it had been washed.

“You washed my clothes?”

“It was after you got sick,” he shrugs nonchalantly, cheeks tinging a shade, due to the way she smiles at him.

The smell of them wafting up into her face only deepens her already bright smile. She picks up her shirt, bringing it to her nose and inhaling.

“And you used-?”

The look on his face is downright bashful. “I remembered it was your favorite, so I picked you up some when I went shopping with Wayne.” He scratched his neck, “S’no big deal really.”

Her arms wrap around his neck, towel hanging on for its life.

“No, it is. Thank you, baby.”

Her fingers scratch his scalp lightly, digging into his curls and tugging gently. He feels like a dog being pet. Is this what they feel like? Lucky bastards.

He fears his leg may start kicking.

“You’re welcome.” He muffles into her neck, arms wrapped around her waist so that the towel doesn’t fall, “I’m glad you’re happy.”

—

She had called him from work, voice full of tears.

“My sweet girl, can’t you come home early?”

“Janie was supposed to come in today, but she flaked, so now I’m alone.”

“Come home, leave Austin and Marie to close today. No baby, we don’t need that money for the rent, enough cars needed fixing this week. I promise, come home- my home.”

So she did.

But trudging through Eddie and Wayne’s front door, he was nowhere to be found. His van was outside where it normally was, his shoes were haphazardly thrown in the direction of the front door - like they normally were, but he was nowhere to be seen.

Each shoe is toed off quietly, as she softly calls his name, not wanting to disturb Wayne’s weird sleep schedule. “Eddie?”

She’s scrubbing at her face, trying to get the tear tracks off.

“Eddie?”

She pads through the hall, into the bathroom where she can hear water running.

“What’s this?”

He looks up, panic stricken through his face.

“No, no, no. Go sit on the couch real quick.”

Nothing but hurt is read on her face. “What, why?”

He rushes up, cupping the back of her neck with his wet hand, while the other slides around her waist, pulling her closer.

“I did something for you.”

“You did?”

She peaks behind him into the dingy bathroom. He’s got the water running and her favorite soaps out displayed on the tub.

“No peaking!”

He uses the hand around her neck to push her face in his chest.

“You ran me a bath?” It’s muffled in his Megadeth shirt.

“Do you like it?”

“Is that your way of telling me I’m dirty?”

“What? No, no, no. I just thought that you might- uh, I thought that you might like it-?”

She laughs and he basks in it. Letting it cleanse and settle over him.

“I was joking, honey.”

He smiles, teeth poking through has he lets out breathless - relieved laughs.

“Go,” he skews his head toward the bathroom.

“But-“

“Go, I’m making dinner.”

“You’re making dinner? Baby.”

“I’m ordering from that Chinese place, the one across the street from the library,” He lets out another breathless laugh. “Go.”

“Oh, okay then.”

—

Something is stirring inside of her chest. Something warm and light. It muddles around, making her heart flutter and palms sweaty.

She’s never gotten a love letter before.

It’s not the most put together thing she’s ever seen, but it’s got to be her favorite. It’s small, but pink, and she could tell Eddie used his best handwriting for this. At the very end he signed it off with -E and a poorly drawn version of his guitar.

Where did he get pink paper?

She holds it in her hands like it’s gold, like it could tear at any moment, but two fingers pluck it out before she has the chance to read it a third time.

“Who wrote you up?” Rob asks suspiciously, eyeing the pink referral slip between her index and middle finger.

“No one-?”

Oh, that’s where he got it.

She tugs it from Robins fingers, flipping it so she could see the back - or what is actually known as the front of the paper.

Eddie Munson Grade 12 10/3/86

REASON FOR REFERRAL

-Cutting Class

-Lack of Cooperation

-Restless, Inattentive

ACTIONS TAKEN PRIOR TO REFERRAL

-Detained Student After School

PRESENT ACTION AND RECOMMENDATION(S)

-Student Regrets Incident, Cooperative

Robin reads the back as Y/N reads the front. He wrote her a love letter on the back of a referral slip?

“He wrote you a love letter on the back of a referral slip? What’s next? A receipt from a drug deal?” She ignores the instant, drug deals don’t have receipts dipshit, thought that pops up.

“That’s so sweet! He wrote me a love letter on pink paper!” Robin can’t help the twitch of a smile on her lips. “You think he’ll write me more?”

“If he doesn’t I’ll jeopardize his business.” She slings her arm around Y/N’s shoulder.

“What are best friends for?”

—

“It’s too early, it’s too early.” She whines as Eddie pushes back her hair, pressing light kisses into it, while she wraps her arms tighter around his chest.

“I know, I know.”

The sun shines in through Eddie’s open windows, the red sheet nailed above the larger one casting a crimson hue over them.

They tangle in the bed sheets, languidly and lethargic, similar to the way they held each other when she had the flu.

“C’mon, baby you gotta wake up.”

She grumbles, hands snaking under his back, desperate to feel the warmth of his skin as his box fan blows on them. They settle and he smiles as she opens her eyes.

“Why’s your shirt on?” Her sleep raspy voice tugs multiple strings in his heart.

Eddie always slept shirtless.

“I’ve already been up, sweetheart.”

“You’ve already been up?”

He smiles down at her, pushing some hair from where it sticks to her forehead. “Mhm.”

She pushes up, arms caging Eddie’s chest, as she hovers over him.

“You’re wearing your kiss the mechanic apron.” she points out, like he wouldn’t have known.

“I am.”

“Did you make breakfast?”

He shrugs, “Get up and see.”

She whines, shaking her head, laying back down on him. “Carry me?”

He thinks about it for a moment, looking down at her droopy eyes and tapping her thigh. She wraps her legs around him and he sits up, letting her be carried in his arms to the kitchen.

She smiles, resting her head on his shoulder, as he murmurs “Needy, needy, girl.”, shuffling to get a better grip on her.

“You hungry?” He softly asks.

“I’m tired.”

“Oh, I know.”

The counter is cold against her thighs as he sets her down. She squirms sadly, and he can do nothing but smile affectionately at her.

The plate he hands her is paper and warm. He sets a napkin on her lap, before the plate, so it doesn’t burn her poor thighs. Though, her eyes are closed as he does this, hands messily wiping the sleep from her eyes, so she doesn’t see the food.

“Warm.”

“Very warm,” He nods. “Eat, baby.”

Pressing a fork into her hands, he gently tugs her hands away from the cruel work they were doing to her eyes.

“Bacon? You got me bacon?”

“Benny was giving slabs away for free, down at the diner.” He bends over and kisses her jaw.

“I love bacon.”

“I know.” His voice is nothing but teasing, though, she doesn’t mind.

“You cooked the bacon by yourself?” She sets her fork down, grabbing his hands, and inspecting his arms. “And you didn’t get popped by the oil?”

He flushes, “Wayne helped me. But I made everything else by myself!”

She looks down at the food fondly. Eggs cooked like she taught him when they first started dating. Toast unburnt. Wayne’s bacon.

Wayne’s bacon was so good.

“Go get a plate, I’m not eating without you.”

“On it.”

—

“Okay, hands like this.” He grips her fingers, smiling as she lets him bend them in the right places. “Yeah! Okay, now pluck the third string.”

She plucks it, and it comes out sounding significantly better then 10 minutes ago. “You’re doing it! I’m so proud of you.”

He attacks her cheek with kisses and she scrunches her nose, pulling away in feigned annoyance.

“Teach me to play I Have a Dream.”

“What?” He pulls back agast. “I’m teaching you to play guitar on sweetheart, and you want me to teach you to play ABBA?”

She giggles, laying her head in his neck. “Yes, please.”

“No, baby, I’m teaching you to play 2 Minutes to Midnight.”

“No,” There’s a whiny edge to her voice. “That song is so hard.”

“You could do it.”

“Only if you helped me.”

“Deal.”

He lifts the guitar back up, twisting her fingers to the right frets.

“This is going to be so metal.”

He laughs out loud.

—

“-and I told Robs to go to the front of the class and tell the teacher, but she didn’t wanna embarrass herself In front of the Nancy.”

Eddie nods along, leaning against the lockers. This isn’t a conversation he’s particularly interested in, but-

“I think they’d make a good couple, don’t you?”

“Who?”

“Robin and Nancy!”

“Rob and Nance? Totally.” He waves his hand, as if dismissing any thought that they wouldn’t be.

“I knew you’d think so.”

The halls are almost empty, dismissal bell rang 5 minutes ago, but when you don’t have a bus to catch you always have a little extra time to put your stuff away.

“Are you ready?” Eddie asks, watching her shove books in her locker that she refuses to take home.

“Almost,” She turns to Eddie, looking behind him. “I just thought I heard Rob and Nances voice. I guess I’m going cra-“

She stumbles, having slipped on something, even though she could’ve sworn there was nothing on the ground a minute ago.

“Woah baby, woah baby.” Eddie grips her arms tightly, but not cruelly. Just tight enough to keep her upright. “What was that?”

“Slipped on,” She looks down at the floor “My shoelace, I guess.”

“You guess? Baby, you gotta be careful.” He bends down to one knee, patting it lightly for her to put her foot on.

Her left hand is flat against the lockers for balance as he ties her shoe for her.

“You can’t have untied shoes, sweetheart. Y’could trip and hurt yourself.” She watches fondly as he shakes his head.

“I’m sorry.”

“You’re fine, I just don’t want an injured girlfriend.” He finishes, patting her foot in approval.

“You wouldn’t love me if I was injured?”

He stands up, “Who said that?”

“You did!”

“I love you so much I wouldn’t be able to look at you, cause seeing you injured would make me so sad.”

“You wouldn’t take care of me?”

“I’d call mama Steve, I can’t stand to see you hurt.”

“Gee, thanks.”

He grabs her cheeks and presses a hard kiss to her mouth. “You’re welcome.”

—

Eddie’s room is dark like it normally is. His bong is next to him and his guitar is on his knee resting.

He loves nights like these.

He taps his knee rhythmically, slow, unlike his other songs. A power ballad if you will.

He’s been at this for hours. Strumming, tapping, and scribbling lyrics into a blank page of his math notebook.

Just as he pulls his pick out of his mouth again he hears a soft knock on his door. It’s probably just Wayne.

“Hey, boy.” Wayne cracks the door open, checking to see if Eddie is decent. “I’m leavin now.”

Eddie checks his watch, humming in confirmation.

“I’ll see you tomorrow morning?”

Wayne nods. “You writing a new song?”

Eddie smiles at his uncles effort to make conversation.

“Yeah, for Y/N.”

Now it’s Wayne’s turn to smile. “She’ll like it.”

He could hear it through the walls? Eddie flushes.

“You think?”

“Yup.” Wayne puts a baseball cap on. “I like ‘er.”

He turns to leave, closing the door behind him, leaving Eddie in shock.

“I’m out!” He hears Wayne yell, before locking the door behind him.

“Bye!”

That was.. strange.

—

Her eyes hurt from reading, her back hurts from hunching over her bedroom desk, and her heart hurts from not accepting Eddie’s kisses.

This is one of the rare nights that she isn’t sleeping at Eddie’s, having to study for the math test tomorrow, but 20 minutes ago Eddie came in through the window, and she’s gotten no work done since.

It doesn’t really matter, due to the three hours of studying she got in before he came, but it’s still stressful nonetheless.

“Cmon baby, let’s go to bed.” Eddie’s Laying on her bed, flipping through a magazine.

“I can’t, I’ve gotta study.”

“Baby, you‘ve been studying since 9:30.”

“So? What time is it now?” She doesn’t look up from the equation.

“12:43? You gotta sleep at some point.”

Startled, she checks her watch, eyes widening when she realizes he’s right.

He’s getting up, tossing the magazine, and pulling her up outta the chair. He wraps his arms around her neck, kissing the top of her head a generous amount of times.

She whines pulling away, causing him to gasp in offense.

“What could I have possibly have done?”

“Want it on my lips.”

“Only if you promise to go to bed with me.” He bargains.

“Fine.”

He grabs her face and kisses her just the way she likes. Saccharine and sweet.

“Will you come to bed now?”

“Only because I love you.” She nods glumly.

He smiles playfully down at her. “Oh, but I love you more.”

—

They had been watching a movie.

A newer one, starring Micheal J. fox. It wasn’t wasn’t usually Eddie’s thing, but he had agreed for Steve.

He’d insisted that they watch it. “No! You don’t understand! He goes back in time to-“

“Don’t spoil it for them!” Robin rasps.

“I’m not, Rob, I’ve just gotta get them hooked.”

“You don’t hook someone by spoiling a major plot point?”

So here they were, under warm covers, watching a movie that neither of them particularly wanted to watch.

Candy was splayed out In front of them. Red vines, runts, nerds, and sour patch kids, getting dug into every couple minutes. And though Eddie had whined about Steve making them choose this, after the first opening scene he was hooked.

“Goddamn, did you see the way he flung into the wall?”

She had, but she also had seen the rope tied to his stomach.

“Did you see the rope around his stomach?”

Eddie laughs, his chest shaking under her as he looks away from the tv. “No, can we rewind?”

She was content with this. Even though she didn’t particularly enjoy the movie, Eddie did, and that was enough for her.

“Damn,” Eddie mumbles, staring intently at the screen. He’s got one arm hanging off the couch, joint between fingers, and the other rubbing up and down her spine.

They’d been in this position since the movie started, utterly comfortable.

Eddie’s trailer had the worst insulation, and even worse ac and heating, so this was nice. Eddie was always warm, a natural heater, so this was always nice.

Nothing strikes in his head as unusual, they lay like this every night, but something about the way her breathing was so even gave it away.

“Hey doc, you better back up, we don’t have any road to get up 88.” The pretty Lea Thompson is perched on Micheals lap as he gives his line.

“Roads? Where we’re going we don’t need roads.” He drops his aluminum glasses over his eyes, starting the car.

Eddie’s hand lazily rises from her back and up to her head, hovering. “Sweetheart?” No answer, “Are you sleepy? Are you asleep?” still, no answer.

He cranes his neck to the side, trying to get any glimpse of his tired girl sleeping, stuffing out his joint in the process.

“The movie ended,” He whispers. “I think there’ll be a second one.”

No reaction. He sighs, letting his hand move back down and continue the work it was doing to her back. He can’t move or wake her, it would do too much to his poor heart.

She shuffles in her sleep, head leaning up towards Eddie. He holds his breath until she’s done, then he lets his nimble fingers work over her hairline. Brushing away stray hairs gently, letting his middle finger swoop down her nose, cupping her face gently, just to look at her.

He loves moments like these. Moments where he gets to stare at her so unapologetically. Moments where he gets to memorize every detail about her face, without her looking over and asking What are you looking at baby?

The slope of her nose, the way her eyelashes curl, the tilt of her mouth, the way her eyebrows furrow at something in her dream.

“You’re so pretty.” Is whispered from his mouth absentmindedly.

She can’t hear him, stuck in dreamland slaying monsters dutifully, traveling the world with Eddie, shopping with Max, or swinging bats with Steve.

He knows she can’t hear him, but it still feels necessary to say. It’s something he needs to say.

Her breathing intakes, it’s something sharp and shallow. For a moment he thinks she’s woken, but her pretty eyes haven’t opened.

“Sweetheart?” He whispers, but the quick breathing doesn’t stop. “Bad dream, hmm?”

He bends his neck down, holding her in his arms, and scattering multiple kisses over her hairline, trying to calm her.

Slowly her breathing calms again, and he lets sweet relief wash over him. He needs to get them to their bed.

Once he’s fixed her in his arms, he carry’s her to the room, gently setting her down in her spot and pulling up the covers.

He gets up to take his shirt off, but a warm hand stops him.

“Don’t leave.”

He frowns, ache dwelling in his chest at the thought. Climbing under the covers with her, he lets her cling onto him, “I’m not.”

Guess he’s sleeping with his shirt on tonight

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Ive seen a lot of Dream (and usually Techno and Phil too) as gods au (i have one too dw) but all of you are sleeping on the funniest option.

Tommy is the god.

Tommy.

hes the only one in that galaxy (other than drista ofc)

Just imagine how fucking funny it is like 

it would be so fucking hilarious

and tommy just doesnt tell them

so techno is just there making all these blood god jokes and jokingly telling tommy to serve him and tommys just laughing

imagine a god in the form of a chaotic 16 year old racoon gremlin just walts into your land commits arson and gets banned, only to come back with another person who he helps start a nation for drugs?

imagine how fucking funny it is

just

imagine tubbo banning a literal god from his lands and he just doesnt come back? he just plays by the rules? then goes and like sits in the corner all sad because some humans/dreamons told him to leave

ranboo, just joining the server: hi-  a chaotic gremlin god: wanna commit arson with me?  ranboo, just trying to vibe and maybe not disturb this god: sure 

Phil and Ranboo recongnize Tommy as a god on sight.

Everyone else just refuses to believe it. hes Tommy. Tommyinnit. hes just weird lol

And Drista being a fucking chaotic blood god? 

drista is open about her godhood and does not hesitate to spawn blocks

Drista finds Dream and decides she likes this small human, and dream just has to deal with it lmao.

drista and tommy are both born at the same time.

Tommy is a god of music, chaos, war and theivery (the last one bc he is a BITCH)

Drista is the blood god, chaos, deception, and theatre

okay but imagine the sbi interactions... like ig in this au tommy joins at like 12/13 years of age (in their minds) so he doesnt really grow much 

and like tommy, a literal god, just claiming phil as his father???

phil, in his house making eggs, assuming one of his sons woke up and came to the kitchen, not looking: hey son  tommy, from their couch, already deciding hes phils son now: whats up dad? phil: looks up at tommy who are you tommy: idk dad, who am i  phil: *stares at tommy for a second* eh i made extra eggs you can stay 

ASJIDGASUIOG IMAGINE TOMMY TELLING THEM HES A GOD BUT THEY THINK HES JOKING AND IGNORE HIM

everyone on the server: tommy is the youngest! tommy, as old as the universe: no im not!!!! im not a child!!!! he doesnt pout because pouting is for children and hes not a child but hes pouting tubbo: lol im older than you by a month tommy dont try to hide it tommy: im not a child!!!! techno: laughs

tommy doesn't try to hide that hes a god just its tommy

thats all the evedince anyone needs to think tommy isnt a god or powerful its like mcc hes good but only when he doesnt throw for content

quackity: sees drista written in bedrock lmao drista visited? tommy: yeah! i wrote that for her!  quackity: snorts yeahhhh sureee tommy

imagine like how fucking funny it is jsut like 

a fucking chaotic god breaks into your house androbs you makes a room under your house and decides to live in your floorboards

imagine dream like trying to manipulate tommy, and tommy a fucking anchient diety immeditly recongnizes what hes doing

but decides to play along for the angst and giggles and then actually gets mad when no one fucking cares for his theatrics

tommy, storming off to technos base to rob and build under: >:///// cant believe none of them acknoledged my  deppression 

i love that tommy stills robs everyone, he doesnt need to he can spawn in anything he wants

he just does it for the sport of robbery

JAKOGFSDOH

THE HOLY LAND

dream: im god actually tommy: thats so fucking funny lets make a cult about that :)  dream: see! look! im god! and jesus!  tommy: wheezing

imagine tommy getting stressed and letting go of his mortal form

Tommy, his human form peeling away, showing his actual form a bit: WH̸͘A͠T̷ ̶̢T͞H͢E ̡͘F̴̵͘Ù̧C͜K҉ ̶T͘͜͞E͟CHǸ͏Ǫ  Techno: HAH?

tommy just saw tubbo and got emotionally attached

Tommy, a literal god: hello Tubbo: oh hi do you like my pet bee? Tommy: you’re mine now Tubbo: im okay with this

tommy, a bored god: gives techno shapeshifting powers  techno, not even caring: changes into more human to pig-ishg forms as he wishes this is my life now ig 

phil lets tommy do fuck all in exile bc he knows hes a god hes fine

phil: IDC IF YOURE A GOD! YOU WILL DO THE DISHES NOW YOUNG MAN! tommy: grumbles but does them

phil is the only one who can control tommy

god... tommy... with star freckles... on his human form... (as well as his god one)

tommy: f̷͛͠a̵̋t̵̒̑h̸̚e̶̓͝r̸͊ ̸̐̒i̴ ̸̅̿d̷̉͆o̵͂͋ ̵̛̆ñ̸̾ő̶́t̸̎́ w̶͆͘i̴͠s̵̓̈́h̸͗́ ̵̯͗f̶͋́ő̴͑r̷̐̌ ̶͝é̵̽g̸͊͂g̵̒s̷͂̃  phil: idc, eat your goddamn eggs tommy: pouts

tommy, despite being able to get supplies himself by fucking spawning them in: hey tubbo? we need supplies 

In this au ig like if a god claims you you get a mark on your skin showing that. Drista’s would be like a green crown, Tommys would be a red and white disk (white as the outer ring and red as the center) (its different enough that if you don’t realise tommy is a god you wouldnt realise whos it is) (schlatt is the only one who never had one which shoulda been a sign dude :/)

Dream has two from the beginning, everyone else has only one, well until they meet drista. (sbi have had one since they met tommy, though they dont remember the first time they met tommy)

wait what if tommy like found them all as children one by one and later kinda pulled some strings to get them all in one kingdom. (he still joined sbi through forcing phil to adopt him) 

OKAY BUT IMAGINE IF TOMMY MET TECHNO WHEN TECHNO WAS YOUNG ENOUGH TO NOT REMEMBER

tommy would hang out with baby techno and tell him stories

once he told him the story of a man named thesus

another time he told him the story of a blood god

like for example tommys first time meeting techno would be like

(for context techno lived in a shitty village and was an orphan and it was kinda a dog eat dog place, he learned how to be strong because of it)(he was young enough that he doesn’t remember this well, just like learning about the blood god and someone giving him gold)

baby techno: sighs tommy, appearing out of nowhere: oh heyyy whyre you sad? techno: jumps turning around with a knife up ready for a fight who are you tommy: im tommy! :) techno: what do you want from me! you dont scare me! tommy: whats your name! techno: i have a knife! i'll use it! tommy: of course, thats a given, but its rude not to tell people your name techno, confused: t-technoblade? tommy: smiles thats a nice name techno: so. tommy: hm? techno: why're you here tommy: i don't have a reason. im just a traveller! techno: then why hole to this terrible village! theres nothing nice here! everyone is terrible and so are you! tommy: hmmmm i dont agree techno: what are you? a child? i thought adults were supposed to know that everyone is mean tommy: mmhmm looks at the bruise on technos face where'd you get that? techno: fight. i won. i'll win against you too! so don't try anything. tommy: of course. i would never win in a fight against a blood god techno, putting down his knife a bit, stars in his eyes: blood god? tommy: grins blood. god. i think she'd like you. techno, muttering: maybe i can give the blood god some of your blood tommy: laughs yeah, she'd defenitly find you intresting tommy: here tosses techno a golden crown at techno, he spawned it in in the moment techno: whats this? tommy: a crown, thought it suit you screams in the distance tommy: huh. i need to go. have fun lil piglin. ruffles technos hair before running off towards the screaming unbeknownst to the pig the blood god was actually the one waiting for the god he met. techno: stares at the crown 

Techno found a pouch of gold in his ‘house’ later that day. he didnt know who left it but it helped him get food for that night. (he kept the crown)

okay but imagine tommy not taking the war seriously at all, and only seeing it as a squabble between mortals, Like toddlers fighting

dream: SURENDER BY TOMMOROW OR WE'LL DECLARE WAR! wilbur: FUCK YOU WE'LL NEVER SURENDER AND JOIN YOUR SMP! Tommy: how cute

tommy doesnt realise that theyre serious until wilbur dies

tommy would usually go apeshit against anyone who dares messes with his humans, but what is he supposed to do when his humans are fighting Eachother?

wilbur: fucking goes insane and dies  tommy: hey- hey can you guys let me talk to wil for a sec? everyone else leaves tommy, unsually somber: sorry i didnt help you i forgot how easily breakable mortals are tommy: this time you wont die, and i'll make it so that you dont break again, okay? tommy: brings wilburs soul out of its body and enters his mindscape ghostbur: wakes up what- where am i? tommy: hi there ghostbur: who are you tommy: i go by a lot of names all, one, you, the world, the universe, god, but you can just call me tommy ghostbur: oh okay. who am i? tommy: you're name was wilbur soot. you were the son of philza minecraft and brother to Technoblade, Tubbo and myself. ghostbur: was? tommy: well you see, you died. ghostbur: oh... well what am i then? tommy: a ghost! well actually its your choice. would you like to continue your existance or fade away with your body? ghostbur: i dont want to fade away! tommy: smiles thats what i thought you'd say stretches his hand to wilbur ghostbur: grabs tommy hand tommy: lets go home

ghostbur doesnt remember that though

he only remembers the good

tommy wont let him remember the bad, what if he breaks again? mortals are so fragile

phil realises what tommy did as soon as he sees ghostbur 

drista, painting tommys nails (there both in god form btw) (after wilburs death btw): tommy shouldn't you of all gods realise how fragile they are?  tommy: i know just... forgot  drista: sighs and nods i get what you mean, especially with the ones we found... they act a lot like gods sometimes i forgot they arent  tommy: ikr? wait- drista here gets drista's hair out of her face you were gonna get it on my nails, anyways, don't judge me. we all know if dream died you would turn him into a ghost too drista: smirks not if you do it first, we all know you would tommy: you say that as if you wouldn't fight me to do it first  drista: .... tommy: ... drista: both of us when he dies? tommy: nods tommy: anyways my turn to do your nails 

or like tommy with ghostbur like

ghostbur: i don't like this :( tommy, a worried brother and god: whats wrong? ghostbur: everyone is mad at me and i d-dont know why- why are they mad at me tommy: theyre mad at something alivebur did ghostbur: b-but im not alivebur sniffs it hurts. i dont like it. tommy: spawns in some blue here ghostbur: whats that? tommy: its some blue! it'll help you not hurt anymore! ghostbur: how does it work? tommy: see how its blue? ghostbur: nods tommy: well its blue because it sucks up all the bad feelings! it'll help ghostbur: !!!!! ghostbur: presses the blue into his chest ghostbur: !!!!its working!!!! :D tommy: smiles good

wilbur fucking died and tommy went from annoying little brother to caring older brother

tommy just wants to help his brother :) though he doesnt realise that not letting ghostbur remember bad memories isnt good

*at logsted shire btw* ghostbur: who are you? tommy, chuckling: did you forget me already ghostbur? ghostbur: i didnt forget you! i think! you're tommy! i just... you're different tommy, looks over at ghostbur: different how? ghostbur: you're not normal are you? tommy: grins whaaaaat? you think im weirdddd? how heartbreaking... my own brother thinks im weird, this is terrible ghostbur: giggles tommy: but really, don't worry about it bur. ghostbur: you sure? tommy: yeah, dont worry about me ghostbur: smiles okay! do you want some blue anyways? tommy: giggles sure! ghostbur: grins

ghostbur isnt worried about tommy

he knows hes strong

phil having to tell tommy that he cant just not let wilbur remember the bad memories

and tommys like "what if he breaks again!" and phil hugs him and tells him to at least ask ghostbur if he wants to remember and tommys like ‘fine’

tommy: hey bur? ghostbur: yeah? tommy: do you like you're memories? ghostbur: i mean, yeah its hard not to when you only remember the good tommy, quietly: would you want to remember the bad? ghostbur: w-what brought this question on tommy: answer the question ghostbur: no- alivebur was badi shouldn't want to- tommy: but what do you want bur? wilbur, silent for a moment: yeah- yeah i do. not that i like the bad memories! they hurt... but i wish i could remember tommy: ... ghostbur: hey tommy? tommy: yeah? ghostbur, with tears in his eyes: do you think they'd be less mad at me if i could remember, maybe then i could repair my relationships, what the hell am i supposed to do when i dont even remember hurting them? tommy: what if they dont? what if you break again? ghostbur, saltily: we'll maybe i'll be able at least be able to say i know why everyone hates me tommy: i know how to get all of your memories back ghostbur, looks towards tommy in shock: you do??? tommy: nods ghostbur, voice wavering: for how long tommy: since the beginning ghostbur: and you didnt tell me tommy: i did what i thought was best. i just didnt want you to hurt anymore. ghostbur, angrily: WELL THAT CLEARLY WORKED DIDNT IT? tommy: sorry wilbur, sometimes i forget how to handle humans ghostbur: what- tommy: sighs and taps ghostbur on the forehead and ghostbur does the ghost equivilent of passing out tommy: wont hide any memories this time

ghostbur doesnt wake up, instead wilbur wakes up weither thats good or bad we'll see

wilbur, waking up with all his memories: HOLY SHIT TOMMY WASN'T KIDDING phil, who was reading beside the bed tommy placed wilbur into, which was in technos house. yes he broke into technos house with a passed out wilbur. move on.: hm? wilbur: holy shit phil: huh? yeah. wilbur: wait you knew? phil: yeah i recongnized him as soon as i saw him about 5 years ago now? wilbur: excuse me while i freak out because my little brother is an actual god

it really hits wilbur that tommy is a god later

wilbur: hey tommy? tommy: yeah? wilbur: how fucking old are you? tommy: snorts of course thats the first thing you ask wilbur: well? tommy: i dont really know the exact years since years are kind of a human thing that were invented recently wilbur: they were invented thousands of years ago- tommy: but it was around the beginning of this galaxy wilbur, softly: what the fuck

tommy telling wilbur stories about different heros and villains and different humans he met during his life.

Adsjbffsg what if Tommy made himself blonde and blue eyed and white bc thats hyow the first human he met looked like asjfhsd

and just didnt change that, despite meeting new humans, its just his defult settings.

he would totally do this tho im crying.

drista just based her human form off dream because she is his sister now. he must deal with this. trying disowning me when i look like you BITCH.

thats my take anyways later might continue this

[sunflowerdarlingx]

Draco Malfoy (18+)

Hi everyone, I hope you’re all okay! 

“To be continued”

This is part two of my previous Draco smut. Part one . Any feedback is aprreciated like always, also, please let me know who you would like me to write about next.

Female reader 

Warnings: Oral (female recieving), fingering

Minors DNI

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The next morning both Draco and Y/N woke up with the biggest smiles on their faces, the pair of them shooting out of bed to get ready, in hopes of seeing each other at breakfast.  

As Y/N made her way to the great hall she was pulled behind one of the pillars, a hand covered her mouth as she thrashed about, “calm down trouble, it’s only me” Draco chuckles as he sets her down. “Damn it Draco! You scared me half to death” Y/N’s hand smacks his chest.  

Draco's hands find her waist and he pulls her closer to him “sorry darling, just wanted your attention”, Y/N laughs at this “you had my attention last night” she places a soft kiss to his lips. His right hand travels up her back as he holds the back of her neck pulling her in closer, their kiss is soft but hungry, calm but demanding.  

Draco pulls away and runs his hand across Y/N’s cheek, “would you like to have breakfast with me trouble?” his voice is soft, he’s scared she will reject him. Maybe last night was a onetime thing...maybe she’s not interested in me like that...what if she regrets last night...fuck.

“I’d love to”, Y/N places her lips to his once more before taking his hand and dragging him from behind the pillar. “How’d ya sleep” she asks as Draco wraps an arm around her waist pulling her in close, “didn’t really sleep if I'm honest, was a bit..distracted” , Y/N smirks and looks up to Draco, “oh I was the same...thoughts kept wandering somewhere else”.  

“Oh yeah? What were you thinking about?” Draco asks as they enter the great hall, walking over to the Slytherin table. As Draco sits down, Y/N leans into his ear, “I was distracted by the fact I didn’t get to cum”, Draco swallowed thickly and looked at the girl beside him. “I...oh...I um...I’m sorry” Draco stutters, feeling guilty for leaving her last night - the look on his face was priceless.  

“It’s okay, not your fault” she grabs a slice of toast and looks up at Draco, he can’t take his eyes off her, fear consumes him. Shes mad at me...how did I fuck up so quick...I should have made her come back with me...she thinks I’m useless...”I didn’t even think, I’m really sorry babe” he says, pouring her a glass of juice. “Draco, it’s fine, I sorted myself out when I got back to my dorm” she says casually.  

“You what?” Draco asks, mouth open, shock taking over her features, “morning Malfoy, Y/L/N” Blaise is now sat in front of the pair, along with Crabbe and Goyle. He sends Draco a wink and looks Y/N up and down. “What you doing her Y/L/N, don’t think the rest of Hufflepuff will enjoy their golden girl sitting with the school's troublemakers” Blaise’s voice sounds almost flirtatious, but the wink he sends her way confirms it.  

Draco’s fist clenches around his fork, the action alone has Y/N soaking at his jealousy. Placing her hand in his lap she looks up to Blaise, “Draco and I have some business that needs to be continued”. Blaise nods and starts to eat his breakfast. Y/N turns her body slightly leaning into Draco, “are you jealous?” she whispers in his ear, he looks at her through the corner of his eye “maybe” he replies coolly as he takes a sip of his drink.  

Hooking her finger at his chin, she turns him to look at her, just like how she did last night. “Do you want me to be yours Draco?” she whispers softly and he nods “well show him what’s yours”. Her words alone go straight to his cock and to top it all off she pulls him towards him, lips barely touching. He wraps a hand around her throat and pulls her closer to him, kissing her deeply. A few cheers are heard around them – not that either of them is paying attention. Y/N pulls away blushing slightly as Draco smirks to himself, going back to his breakfast as if nothing out of the ordinary happened.  

“Didn’t realise you two were together Draco” Crabbe says with a mouth full of food, “only happened recently Crabbe, gonna need you lads to stay out of the room today, if that’s alright”. Y/N whacks Draco’s chest, glaring at him, the boys all laugh at her reaction. “No problem mate, planned to go to the three broomsticks anyway so it’s all yours” Blaise replies with a wink. Y/N can't help the blush that paints her skin or the smile that takes over previous stern glare when Draco turns to wink at her, placing a few kisses over her face before setting his lips on hers.  

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Draco pulls her into the room, laying back on his bed, an arm outstretched to pull Y/N into his side. “Didn’t think Draco Malfoy would be a cuddler” she giggles as he buries his head in her neck, placing soft kisses on her skin. “I didn’t think the school's golden girl would love a mouthful of my cock as much as she did, guess we are both surprised” he says with a laugh that turns into a groan as Y/N whacks his shoulder...again.  

Y/N pouts and Draco kisses her, once, twice, three times and Y/N can’t help but smile. “So Draco...what does to be continued mean?” she raises her eyebrows playfully as Draco pulls her in closer. “Well...” he pauses to kiss her again “What do you want it to mean love?”, Y/N smirks and places her hand on Draco’s chest, slowly tracing down to the waistband of his joggers.  

“I hope it means you’re gonna repay me for last night”, Draco’s eyes get darker as he pulls Y/N in for another kiss, he pulls her closer, turning so she straddles his waist. The kiss is heated, sloppy, teeth clattering, and the sound of Draco’s groans mix sweetly with Y/N’s moans as she grinds down on him

“Tell me what you want baby” he barely gets out as Y/N starts to trail kisses down his neck. Y/N sits up, pulling her shirt above her head, Draco leaning up with her, “I want you to fuck me Draco”. His hands go straight to her chest, his lips trailing down her neck before capturing her nipple between his lips. She tugs at his hair, grinding her hips down on his. Draco pulls away lifting his top over his head, before standing up with Y/N, they make quick work of getting their clothes off.  

Draco pulls Y/N into his lap again, his hands gripping her waist as he kisses her “I did all the work last night Draco” she whines. Draco chuckles against her neck “I thought taking the lead was your thing” she rolls her eyes, a shocked squeal leaving her lips as Draco flips them over. He runs his hands up and down her thighs, kissing down her chest, “tell me what you want baby...do you want my fingers?” his hand traces along the bottom of her stomach and around her upper things, “or maybe my tongue?” he kisses along the same path his hands travelled, “or...do you want my cock deep inside your tight little cunt?”.  

Y/N moans at his words, her wetness dripping down her legs “please Draco”, “I asked you what you want baby, you better tell me or you’ll get nothing” his lips trail down her thighs, sucking softly, leaving his mark. “I...I want it all” she moans, her hips bucking slightly.  

Draco smirks against her thigh, his hand gripping her knees, pulling them apart, “are you sure baby?” Y/N groans at his teasing, “yes Draco...ple” her sentence was cut short as Draco slowly runs his tongue up her pussy, sucking her clit softly. “Fuck...Draco....feels so good” her hands tug at his hair as his fingers slowly tease her entrance. Draco slowly starts to finger her, adding a second digit, he feels Y/N buck her hips. His other hand comes up and settles over her stomach, rubbing soft circles across it.  

“Taste so good baby...” he curls his digits hitting that sweet spot inside her “uhh..ohh...just like that Draco” he brings his mouth back down to her pussy, the feeling of his fingers and tongue bringing her closer to the edge. “Draco...feels so good...fuck right there...just like that” her needy whimpers and moans are driving Draco wild.  

“Thats it pretty girl, cum on my fingers and then you can cum around my cock? That sound good?” Y/N can only nod in response, the familiar knot in her stomach getting tighter, “that's in baby” Draco can feel her tighten around his fingers, her moans getting higher, her breathing ragged, “cum for me”.  

Y/N’s climax washes over her, she’s a shaking mess below Draco, whimpering his name over and over. Draco laps up her juices, standing over her after she comes down from her high. Wiping his chin, he leans in to kiss her, “such a good girl aren’t you”. Y/N looks up at him, barely able to form a sentence, “fuck me” she moans into the kiss “please”  

“How can I say no when you're so polite” he chuckles and goes over to his bedside table grabbing a condom. He leans over Y/N again, “are you sure this is what you want baby? We can stop if you want to, I don’t mind” he kisses her softly, “I think I might scream if you stop now” she giggles, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him softly.  

Draco lines himself up, one hand on her waist and the other gripping the base of his cock. He pushes in slowly, a whimper leaving Y/N’s lips and a soft groan leaving his “so tight for me baby”, Y/N lifts her hips to his after a moment and Draco slowly starts to thrust his hips forward. Each and every thrust is deep, not to hard and not too fast, its slow and sensual. His lips find their way to Y/N’s, he pulls back and places a kiss to her forehead, “you’ve got no idea how long I’ve waited for this baby...god you feel so good around my cock...” he feels Y/N tighten around him.  

“Fuck Draco...you're so big...fill me up so good” she moans as he hits that spot inside her over and over, he buries his head in her neck, both of his arms are set on the bed, resting on his elbows. “So...so tight” he mumbles, his lips on her skin cause goosebumps to decorate her neck.  

His thrusts start to get sloppy, his hand reaching down to rub circles on her clit, “D..Draco...feels so good...please don’t stop” she moans, back arching in pleasure “wasn’t planning on it baby” Draco whispers in her ear. “’m so close” her moans are quiet, Draco lifts his head so he can look at her, her eyes are screwed shut and her mouth is in an o shape, “open your eyes baby, look at me when you cum”. She opens her eyes, her lids heavy, “gonna cum” she moans loudly as Draco thrusts his hips a little harder “me to” he kisses her once more before she comes undone beneath him.  

She cums moaning his name over and over again. Her cunt clenching around his cock and her beautiful eyes looking up at him sends Draco over the edge and he cums, filling up the condom.  

He rides out both of their orgasms and pulls out, throwing the condom in the bin. He wraps a blanket around Y/N and cuddles in next to her. “That was amazing” he says and kisses her cheek, “it was indeed” she smiles over at him, a slight dazed look on her face.  

They sit in silence for a few moments before Y/N speaks up, “so..so what are we Draco?” she whispers softly, turning to run her hand through his hair. His eyes are shut and he opens one, “I thought we agreed in the great hall you were mine”, Y/N can't help but smile ear to ear and nod eagerly. Draco smiles back and pulls her in for a kiss, “well girlfriend, will we get cleaned up and head to dinner?”. Draco stands up, grabbing some clothes for himself and some for Y/N, “hold these gorgeous”, Y/N takes them in her lap and Draco lifts her bridal style, carrying her into the bathroom.  

“you know...” he sets her down turning on the shower “we could continue in here...”

[sonderthroughthestreets]

Hiii! I think @/skam_mix made drawing of Sobbe at a museum so I was wondering if you could write something based on that with prompt 139 pls? Maybe Robbe comes o visit Sander at his job ! thanksss

Hi anon! 🥺💕 thats really cute and reminds me of my favourite fic ever of sobbe at the museum!! This drawing is so cuteee!!

If you don’t mind I combined you with @dagcutie who gave me this idea!

139. “God I missed you”

Dialogue Prompts!

Robbe’s job was not quite boring, but it wasn’t exactly interesting either.

Not when he had to tell the same story over and over again, name the same sight-seeing locations over and over again, and hand out the same pamphlets over and over and again. As a museum tour guide, it became a little tedious as time passed and while he had his days, days where he’d meet someone in a group actually interested in the information, or find someone who cracked a joke actually worth laughing at, or see a small child light up with wonder and a smile on their face...for the most part, this was just a summer job.

At least to him.

This job actually required a lot of skills and research. A lot of walking and knowing his way around places, knowing his way around people and communicating with them. So, while he hadn’t graduated yet, he was studying for a degree in Linguistics including taking courses for French, Spanish and Italian and he learned to pick up on quite a few things as he worked here.

Finishing up on a round with tourists, he decided to take his lunch break.

The thing is, Robbe never actually liked leaving the museum during his break. He liked walking around exploring certain exhibits first, a couple of small moments to himself, and then grabbing a bite to eat. He had made it his everyday goal to visit new ones. This time it was an art exhibit, a new showing at the museum.

He made his way through the pieces, slowly staring at them, taking them in, reading up the plaques about the artists. He was so engrossed in the art that he almost didn’t notice a pair of eyes staring at him from across the room. He looked over to the stranger with bleached hair in a black t-shirt, his eyes shining, and a shy but knowing smile on his face. He looked down, smiling to himself and then looked to the art in front of him.

Robbe couldn’t say he wasn’t curious about this stranger. If it wasn’t his stark white hair, it was the look he had held in his eyes just a few seconds ago. But unfortunately, Robbe was running out of time during his break, and his stomach was grumbling in desperate need of food. -

He saw him again in a couple of days. White shirt this time, white hair, same smile on his face. Twice is a coincidence, thought Robbe. But then he saw him again another day in the same week. Three is a pattern.

By the fourth day on the second week, Robbe’s interest had piqued enough. The only reason he had visited the same exhibit a twice, third and fourth time was because of this tall, dark stranger. Okay, he was tall but he wasn’t dark, not with a smile like that. Robbe would be lying to himself if he said he also didn’t think this stranger was attractive.

And by the looks of it, Tall Dark Stranger might’ve thought Robbe was attractive, too.

He saw him staring intensely at a painting on the wall, so focused on the piece. Then, he instinctively reached out almost as if he were to touch the painting. Robbe knew he couldn’t and he probably wouldn’t, but his reflexes worked faster than his mind and he was quickly rushing up to him all the same. The stranger‘s hand did pull away in time, just enough to flash him a smirk as he approached.

“Did you really think I’d touch it?” he asked.

Robbe looked at him, eyes gleaming with a smile.

“No,” he said. “But as a tour guide, I just act on instinct, you know?”

“A tour guide, huh?” Tall Dark Stranger’s lips curved as he eyed his uniform. “Can you give me a tour here?”

“I’m not really experienced in this exhibit. Art is not my area of expertise,” said Robbe.

“What is then?”

“Um, I gives tours on most of the historical and anthropological exhibits here. Sometimes I just like walking around looking at new ones,” he admitted.

“Ah,” the stranger nodded. “And would you like to learn something about art, Robbe?”

Robbe stared at him for a second, dumbfounded at him knowing his name. Then, he realized he had probably read his name tag.

“I would...”

“Sander,” he smiled.

Tall Dark Stranger was Sander.

As Robbe smiled, he walked beside Sander beginning the first of many of rounds in art exhibits at the museum that day.

They spent the day just talking and walking shoulder to shoulder, hands just barely brushing. Every once in a while Robbe would speed up ahead of him, running up to some artifact, a twinkle in his eyes as he spoke about it. Sander watched him get completely lost in it, explaining the facts. And at one point, Robbe noticed the smile that stretched across his face.

“I’m talking too much, aren’t I?” Robbe asked, laughing insecurely.

“No, no, you’re not,” Sander stifled another smile. “It’s just...you seem to like your job,” he said. “That’s really rare. But good.

“I don’t-I don’t necessarily hate it,” Robbe swallowed uncomfortably. “But it keeps me busy,” he said.

“Busy...” Sander repeated.

“Yeah, it’s just temporary, you know? I haven’t really figured out what I actually wanna do,” he said.

Sander’s lips just curved the slightest as he looked off to the side, sipping the coffee they’d bought earlier.

“What?” asked Robbe.

“Nothing,” said Sander. Another moment passed. Another sip of coffee. “You’re really good at it,” he complimented.

“Thanks,” Robbe smiled.

Unfortunately, that was also the last time that Robbe saw him. -

It had been a month since he saw Sander and his chest was starting to ache a little. He missed this stranger that kept coming at the museum to not only stare at art but stare at him like he was art. Tall Dark Stranger he came to know as Sander. He wished he actually got to know him, though.

Taking a breath, he continued with a smile on his face, giving his tours and answering questions, ignoring that grave, deep-set, soreness making a home in his chest.

Another week had gone by and Robbe was starting to lose all hope. You don’t even know him, he thought. It was ridiculous, it really was. But if it was just a crush, some silly feeling that was supposed to go away after the first two weeks, it would’ve been gone by now.

And yet... -

He saw him!

Robbe was walking over to their favourite piece, the first one they’d been standing in front of when Sander pretended to the touch the painting and he was there lamenting his presence when a head of bleached hair peeked through the crowd.

When their eyes met, it seemed as if time slowed a little. His steps toward him seemed agonizing slow to Robbe, at least, even though in reality he was probably moving like a normal person. Sander had the hugest smile on his face and while Robbe had been upset and disappointed the past month, he couldn’t help but return that smile, too.

“Hi,” said Sander, sparks going off in his eyes.

“Hey,” said Robbe, heart beating fast in his chest.

Sander awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck.

“So, I’m sorry I haven’t been coming here anymore, but I was on vacation with my family,” he explained.

Oh.

“And I wanted to tell you, but I think I came here on your day off or maybe you were sick,” he added quickly.

Robbe had been sick. He had eaten some bad shrimp the day before and unfortunately his stomach refused to let him come to work the next day. He was mentally cursing himself for ever choosing shrimp as an option for food. Regretting every life decision. But he smiled through it.

“That’s okay,” Robbe said. “You don’t have to explain.”

While the confident sparkle didn’t disappear in Sander’s eyes, he squinted them almost a mix between confusion and cringe.

“Is it...” he started. “Is it weird if I say that I missed you?”

Robbe’s heartbeat slowed down now.

“No,” he replied. “Not at all. I mean it is, but the feeling’s mutual, so.”

He couldn’t stop the smile that was spreading across his freckled cheeks. He saw Sander inhale.

“God, I missed you,” he breathed quietly.

Robbe’s eyes dipped to the ground, lashes fluttering as he stood, still smiling.

“I missed you, too,” he said.

They both stayed in place, shuffling their toes silently.

“If you want I could give you a special tour right now,” Robbe offered.

“Wow, my very own special tour? Just for me?” Sander teased.

“Just for you,” nodded Robbe. “It’s not free though.”

Sander’s face pretended to sink just then.

“What do I owe you? Dinner and a date?” he asked, his smirk returning.

“Maybe your number, too,” Robbe teased back.

“You got it,” he winked at him.

Robbe’s job wasn’t boring, no. But it definitely did get more interesting. Especially with a Tall Dark Stranger interested in him.

[goldenfawnwriting]

Im Not Enough

A/N: Basing this one off the song July by Noah Cyrus, it’s what inspired me and I also painted a watercolor postcard to the song of Tsukki so thats what this is all about lmao

I’ve been holding my breath

I’ve been counting to ten 

Over something you said 

I’ve been holding back tears

While you’re throwing back beers

I’m alone in bed

You tossed and turned in bed, you couldn’t sleep if it saved your life. You were just too stressed. Tsukki never failed to upset you some days, he just had this way of picking up on your mood and finding the words to make it even worse. He attacked all of your weak spots and you honestly couldn’t tell why he was even with you anymore. You wondered why he hadn’t broken up with you, since he obviously couldn’t stand you.

It had been a week of straight torment everyday. You knew he was stressed with upcoming exams and volleyball prelims but you had tried your best to make it better. You gave him your notes, to which he said were worthless coming from you, you didn’t pay attention anyway. That one hurt. Then you made him fresh strawberries and pudding as a snack before he left for his game. He told you it was too sweet before a game and that he didn’t like it anyway.

You know I, I’m afraid of change

Guess that’s why we stay the same

You wiped tears away. It was nearly midnight. you picked up your phone from your bedside table, tapping against the screen to wonder if Tsukki was still awake. He probably was, he usually stayed up late studying but, did you really want to bother him? Would that be a mistake? You sent the text anyway.  

20 minutes later you hadn’t gotten a reply only a notification saying he had read it. With that, you concluded that he didn’t want to be bothered. You decided to text him again anyway.

So tell me to leave, 

I’ll pack my bags, get on the road

find someone who loves you better than I do

Darling, I know

Cause you remind me everyday I’m not enough

But I still stay

‘Tsukki we need to talk.’

You sent. He took a minute, before you got a ping as he replied.

‘About what.”

He replied. You sighed before beginning to type.

‘you don’t care for me anymore tsukki. I can’t do this anymore. It feels like you hate me anymore and I can’t do anything right.’

He took a while to reply before there was another ping.

‘I don’t hate you.’

Thats all he had for you. All he had to say.

Feels like a lost cause

just trying to get by, while we’re dying inside

I’ve done a lot of things wrong

loving you being one

But I can’t move on

‘You don’t love me either’

You retorted. It took him awhile again.

‘I do.”

‘you don’t act like it’

You were crying at this point, tears silently slipping down your cheeks. You wiped them away with your sleeve but Tsukki didn’t reply.

When you saw him at school the next day you didn’t meet him at his locker before class like you usually did every morning. It always seemed to bother him anyway, so you skipped it. You didn’t notice as you made your way to homeroom but, his eyes followed you all the way down the hallway until you turned into your classroom. He didn’t understand why you didn’t meet him at his locker. You always did. Even if he complained you always were there, every morning.

Were you really that upset? He wondered if there was something else wrong. Did something happen that you weren’t telling him about? Was someone bothering you? Was someone saying something to you?

He was going to go to your class and see you before the day started but he didn’t want to bother you. Maybe you needed space, then you’d talk to him at lunch. You two always sat together so surely he’d see you.

But when lunch rolled around you didn’t meet him at your usual spot on the roof. He sat on the bench and didn't even eat. He was too busy waiting for you to remember he had food.

You know I, I’m afraid of change

Guess thats why we stay the same

He found you in the front courtyard, talking to a girl he didn’t know. Maybe it was one of your friends but he never took the time to actually know them. 

“Y/n.”

He called. You gave him a look, your eyes glazed over, your face straight, like you were void of emotion at all. It was like you didn’t know him or something.

“Did you need something?”

You asked, your tone stabbing him in the gut. It was like you were inconvenienced by his presence. Like he just interrupted something incredibly more important. 

“U-uh ya..”

The friend walked away, giving him a weird look. He was majorly confused. 

So tell me to leave,

I’ll pack my bags, get on the road

find someone who loves you better than I do

Darling, I know

Cause you remind me everyday I’m not enough

But I still stay

If you want me to leave, then tell me to leave

And baby I’ll go

He really wasn’t sure what to say.

“Why didn’t you come for lunch? You didn’t even see me this morning.”

You sighed, like you were annoyed. 

“Oh, you wanted me to?”

He didn’t know how to reply.

“Well... You’re still coming to practice right?”

He asked. You turned away, picking up your things from the bench by the tree.

“I don't know, I’m kinda busy after school.”

You mumbled, starting to walk away from him. 

“Y-Y/n, you always come to-”

“I’m busy Tsukishima.”

He went silent at the use of his full name. What were they, strangers? There was definitely something up with you.

You remind me every day 

I’m not enough but I still stay 

He skipped practice for the first time ever after school. Instead he walked you home, letting himself in after you. He greeted your mother who just shot him a sad look before following you into your room and shutting the door behind you. 

“You never skip practice.”

You pointed out emotionlessly. He stood by the door as you sat at your desk silently. 

“Y/N what’s going on?”

“What do you mean?”

“You’ve been acting different-”

You finally broke, your anger seeping into your words.

“Different? That’s weird huh?”

He gave you a weird look. What was with the sarcasm?

“Yes..”

He mumbled. He didn’t know how to reply.

“I guess you don’t like being treated the same way you treat me. Nonchalance, annoyance, like you aren’t worth my time.”

“I-I dont-”

“Don’t start.”

He recognized the words he had said to you many times. Don't start. It always shut you down before you got a word out.

“Don’t be like that Y/N-”

“I’m trying to study Tsukishima.”

“Stop calling me that!”

“It’s your name.”

“You don’t call me that though.”

You rolled your eyes, his signature move when dealing with you. He felt his throat closing up and tears pricking his eyes but he swallowed them, refusing to acknowledge his fear. 

“I’m done chasing after you. I’ve done quite enough of that already. If you don’t want to be bothered by me then you won’t be.”

You choked out. He knew this was hurting you just as much as it was him.

“N-no, I don’t want you to stop-”

“Then act like you like me! Act like I’m not a nuisance! I’m done feeding your ego! I’m so done feeding your god complex!”

You yelled. He flinched. You had never yelled at him before, you never yelled at all before.

“G-god complex?”

“You go around acting like I’m just a stupid girl with a crush that annoys the shit out of you! Like you don’t want me around, like you hate me! No one can even tell we’re dating Tsukishima! If anything they would assume I’m hopelessly devoted to you and you’re just fed up!”

“I’m not fed up...”

He whimpered.

“Then act like it. Or leave me the hell alone.”

You growled, glaring at him with tears brimming your eyes. He wanted to go to you, to hug you but, he didn’t know if that’s what you needed or not. He’d never seen you like this. He went out on a limb anyway, pulling you into his arms, sitting down on your bed and pulling you into his lap. You shoved your face into his jacket, sobbing. 

He didn’t realize he was so cold to you, you always seemed happy about everything, he didn’t even know it bothered you. He sat his head against yours, holding you tight as you cried. One hand moved to take his glasses off and wipe a tear from his eyes as he silently let a few slip by. He would never let you know though. 

Another moment went by before he lifted your chin, pressing a kiss against your lips. He could feel your tears running down onto your lips and he pushed even more passion into the kiss. He heard the little squeak come from you as he pulled you as close as he could, kissing you harder. It was as if he wanted all of his emotions to be said in that one kiss. His hand holding the back of your neck, his other arm wrapped around you tightly. 

He would never come so close to losing you again. 

[hereliesbitches--me]

Full name: Jacob Alvin McCool

Nickname(s) or Alias:

Abbadon

Papi (By Zoey alone)

Dad

Gender: Dude Species: Lesser Angel (Earth Angel variation) Age: 38 Birthday: December 25, 1977 Sexuality: Biromantic, but sexual trauma has left him very resistant about the touch of another man. Very narrow criteria for such a thing to happen, but not impossible Nationality: American, Scotish/Irish descent primarily. Has some latin roots from his mother’s side City or town of birth: San Francisco, USA Currently lives: New York City Languages spoken: English, mediocre grasp of spanish, some Gaelic phrases Accent/diction: Having lived in New York for more than half his life, he’s picked up on mixed dialects from different parts of the city.  But it's clear he's a New Yorker Relationship Status: Complicated, but Married with kids.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Height: 6’10 Weight: 400 pounds (His bones and muscle fibers are incredibly dense) Figure/build: Boxy, build like a tank. Inverted triangle shape with broad shoulders and a slightly narrower waist. Theres little to no fat content on him thanks to his unbelievably high metabolism, at least on the surface. Hair color: Black with subtle grey here and there if you look closely. Not that you would be able to. Short stacks Hairstyle: Shaggy, short cut. Never visits the barber, literally burns or chops his hair himself with claws bcuz of its dense fibers. His hair has a coarse strawlike texture bcuz he’s never learned to properly take care of it.

Eye colour: Sky blue Skin color: Warm beige Piercings: The only piercings he gets are from monster teeth, claws, bullets, and knives. Occasionally from being thrown through walls or cars and the shrapnel stabs a ew inches in. Not really too keen about getting a piercing tht can be pulled out in a fight Scars/distinguishing marks: Jacob is a patchwork of discolored scars all over, primarily from the experiments in the days before his regenerative abilities were fully triggered. His skin is rough, his hands and knuckles have well formed calluses, his face has priment scars down his eye, brow, nose, cheeks, and lips. Most of his major scars, particularly burn and piercing scars, are on his torso and his back.  His legs and arms are riddled with scrape and grazing scars, but are pretty well hidden under hair.

Preferred style of clothing: He essentially always looks like a caveman/ hobo at all hours. He has not had a true wardrobe change since he had clothes in his teens and early 20s given to him while he was doing illegal side jobs. His typical outfit is worn down dirty jeans, a black hoody thats got holes and tatters, and a white tshirt underneath. His pants and shirt seem ready to tear at the seams when he flexes but it aint broke yet, so he doesnt try to buy anything new.  He’s not used to having a lot of money so he’s stingy about what he uses it on. He basically uses it all on food or has Nikki manage it.

Frequently worn jewelry: A pair of dogtags with “DogBoy” embedded in them. Every other detail has been dented or scratched out. Belongs to who he believes to be his dad ( a man that everyone believes he made up)

HEALTH

Bad Habits:

Cigarette smoker ,

Junkfood eater,

Emotionally constipated and does not do well when faced with verbal confrontation about emotions (which adds to the complications of his marriage) . He’d much rather fuck it out and have everything be alright, but thats bcuz hes a neanderthal. Hes learned how to properly act and work through feelings

Has 0 kind of table manners. Eats like a wild dog. Has bad food aggression (which means, if he shares, he likes u)

Breaks shit when hes upset.

Any physical ailments/illnesses/disabilities: Suffers a mild form of psychosis, experiencing primarily auditory hallucinations. Because of his heightened supersenses, he is almost always overwhelmed at any time, though he’s learned to hide it, which leaves him incredibly irritable at all times. His ailment also causes him to have no filter in the things he says, which means he tends to say the first thing that comes to his mind, no matter how ridiculous and irrational it is. He suffers mild paranoia and irrational thoughts, which plays in part with the belief of who his parents are (His records are lost when they found him as a stray 7 year old in the streets of a natural disaster. He swears his father is a superhero called “ The dogboy '' of San francisco, his mother was killed by demons and his dad died stopping the natural disaster. Chalking it up to shock, they later believe its his delusions of grandeur in dealing with the trauma of his parents death. Which is, in fact, not true -- to be expanded on later ) . Along with that original condition, he also has symptoms of PTSD stemming from the events which triggered the full extent of his abilities.

Any medication regularly taken: As desperately as he wants to be medicated, his high metabolism makes it nearly impossible to be medicated with lasting effects, on top of his fear of hospitals , his only relief comes from Rosie’s ability to temporarily block and dull his senses to a livable level.

PERSONALITY

Personality: At first glance, Jacob would come off as your cliche bad ass bad boy type that's so haunted by his past that he won't let anyone in. Which, to some extent, he is. But, the major difference is Jacob doesn't use his past as a shield or an excuse for anything. He’s a traumatized man that's socially awkward and closed off from people because, with a reputation of being a monster and a killer everytime you try to help people, those words do hurt when that's all you've heard all your life. Jacob is a boy living in a man’s body, a clam that faces the world that damns him with a glare and a scowl in every initial meeting, til a string of kindness gets the turtle out of his shell. He perceives everyone as trying to hurt him or use him in some way, but be around him long enough and he begins to warm up. Despite his brutish nature out in the fighting field, behind closed doors he’s much more quiet. Keeps to himself, really only speaks when spoken to -- and anyone who tries to start a casual conversation with him will legitimately shock him because he’s hardly ever treated like a human being. He may start as a dickhead that ignores you and brushes you off, but with enough consistency his edges will soften. One catch is the fact that Jacaob is painfully blunt with one hell of a potty mouth, usually saying the first thing that comes to mind primarily because hes used to only talking to himself or his dog. Or snapping back at people in self defense. Ever since reuniting with his family, Jacob is learning to be more of a family man, along with playing nice with others (something which he’s never had to do before, and its like pulling teeth when they are loud idiots) He learns everyday and he’s trying to curb his initial dickish behavior to something more neutral, to learn to process and face emotions in a healthy manner, and be as close to normal as someone like him can get. Just dont be a dick and make demands, and he’ll be a good boy. Can't stand loud or pushy people invading his space

Strengths:

A diehard friend once you've gotten him out of his shell. He may be awkward but he’s willing to throw a bitch a few blocks if needed

P good shadow caster if u gotta hide from the sun since hes a tall bitch

Will lend u his jacket but it stinks. Sorry folks

Will try to make u friends with his kids. Especially his daughter, she needs friends and so does his wife

The scary one u send out to intimidate the shit out of people bcuz his reputation precedes him

Wanna get carried? People don't weigh anything to him. He could hold a couple of em in his tendrils

Weaknesses:

Food, especially sweets of any kind. He’s entirely  food motivated and his senses get thrown off by food. Because of his metabolism, he has to eat large quantities of food regularly.

Hyper senses means hes easily overwhelmed by particularly loud sounds and strong smells

He likes feeling like he's needed. He’s drawn to it. Deep down, he really is just a boy in the body of a man looking for a place in the world beyond being a big stupid weapon for everyone. He’s searching for that intimacy of understanding , gets frustrated so easily

His first meetings with people tend to be aggressive and dismissive, but its mainly because he’s unused to being greeted with kindness. He perceives that everyone is looking to take advantage of him or theyre trying to hurt him. He has a bad reputation because when he tries to help, he causes heavy collateral damage in the fight, thus painting him as a danger to the city. Used to being treated like a monster, so he clams up into his little bubble before he gets his feelings hurt. His paranoid thoughts dont help.

Electrocution can stun him better than any bullet, tank shell, or fire based weapon can. Also triggers trauma flashes

Fears/phobias:

Hospitals / Doctors / Medical equipment

Deep water (anything deep enough that he could drown in. Because of his dense body, he is not a strong swimmer and quickly sinks)

Being in chains and restrained

Abandonment / being alone / being rejected

Hobbies : 

Jacob has a part time job besides the angel project , working at a small hole in the wall bakery in the less than savory parts of New York City. He is a cashier and helps with the baking process , gets free samples, and closes because no one has the balls to try to break into the shop when he's there. .

He thoroughly enjoys baking and sharing that with his family. Cooking is one of the qualities he works on with Nikki to bond over.

Sparring with his twins. He tries his hardest to adjust to the abrupt change of his life, but he loves them. Doesn't want them to be tormented the way he was.

When he's not working or with the family, he aimlessly wanders around the city out of habit. Likes running and jumping across rooftops for fun.

Carving figurines out of wood or large stones he finds, using his claws

Theme Song:

Behind Blue Eyes by limp bizkit

I Dont Care by Fallout Boys

I know im a Wolf by Young Heretics

Quirks:

His sugary diet actually makes him have a natural sweet scent underneath his natural musk, especially his sweat. Jacob has restless leg syndrome when he sits, especially when he has particularly bad auditory hallucinations. Tends to sniffle, breathe heavy, and constantly run his hand through his hair to soothe himself. He swipes around his ear like there's an irritating bug because he tends to hear a buzzing a lot. It is known that he is considered one of the strongest angels in the world in terms of raw physical body power.

SKILLS

Ability to drive a car? Operate any other vehicles? Who even drives in New York? There’s public transportation, there's running across rooftops like the cryptid u are, or jacking someone’s bike. Yeah, he can drive, but not legally. He learned on his own and hasn’t really bothered with going for a license

Education: Dropped out of highschool in senior year, then got booted out of his foster home when he hit 18. Basically grew up in the street among criminals til he was kidnapped, so he has no real education beyond what he hardly paid attention to in school. He knows the basics of math, reading, writing -- has impeccable knowledge about human anatomy for illegal reasons, but no one gotta know that. He never thought about college or what kind of steady career he would have in life, he lives everything day by day. No one is gonna say no to Jacob McCool without pissin themselves

EATING HABITS

Omnivore/Carnivore/Herbivore: Omnivore with a heavy preference for meat as a primary part of his diet Favourite foods: Beef, lamb, poultry, Sweet rolls, Cake, Donuts, ice cream, candy

Disliked foods: Not an avid vegetable eater in the slightest. Will not eat it raw. Someone gotta make it appealing or trick him into eating it.

COMBAT

Peaceful or aggressive attitude? Jacob is irritable and only wants to help people. He’s not usually one to start shit unless he thinks absolutely necessary, nor is he the first to throw a punch. But once that can of worms is open and he thinks it's a worthy cause, he’ll fold a bitch like a pretzel. Humans aren't even worth his time, but nonhumans? Monsters? He’ll jump right into the brawl when there's no talking to be done. Talking is what other people do, he’s the muscle there to fight.

Fighting skills/techniques: Jacob is a physical brawler in the heavyweight category. Hits like a truck and relies on his own body’s durability to withstand the blows thrown back at him. He’s a full on offense style fighter  that’ll utilize grappling , throwing, and breaking bones to end a fight. All he knows is to fight monsters until the other stops moving or taps out. He has to practice restraint, which is incredibly difficult.

Special skills:

Heightened senses + Physical abilities (Strength, endurance, etc) His nose is stronger than that of a bloodhound and his hearing can be incredibly acute if he has enough focus.

Regenerative healing abilities, though nearly impossible to actually hurt  

him when his muscle and bones are fortified for battle. Has not had a break since he was a child, before his abilities were fully triggered. Can even survive without his head for a while. If it's blown off, then his body will have no choice but to rebuild with the expense of a huge amount of energy.

Bodily mutations (His muscles swell, harden, and change color to metallic like armor mainly on his limbs – able to form massive clawed hands and shield, and generally protect major body parts. However, cannot completely mutate himself at once. Can only do parts. ) + thick tendrils from his back. Strong, but not very good reach. It strains him to push it.

Resilience to superheat + pressure. Could take a supernova blast and still survive. Even tank shells with nothing more than bruising

Weapon of choice: He fights barefisted for as long as he can, or his go to are his claws purely for smashing and slashing.

Weaknesses in combat: Jacob is often impulsive and doesnt think much about whats going on around him while fighting. He causes a lot of collateral damage when he uses the environment around him like breaking off lamp posts, throwing cars, pieces of asphalt, etc. He thinks with an adrenaline fueled brain and somebody’s gotta slow him down . Because he’s a physical based fighter, he does not do well against magic users. He also hates the cold. Opponents like that are like hsi achilles and he shows wariness and discomfort when facing em. He does not like having the disadvantage but it effectively deterred him from just running in. Thinks with his stomach and doesnt exactly do well in fighting when he’s hungry

FAMILY, FRIENDS AND FOES

Personal history: Jacob has a complex history, but for him not even he's all sure what's truth from fiction. What he remembers from the earliest memories of his childhood was a fight that shook the world. Where demons overrun, people are being slaughtered, and his father fights the big monster in the sky, then in a flash everything is destroyed and gone. His mother hides him, then just like that he was alone. Jacob is found a few days later as rescuers search the destroyed remains of san francisco after what is considered the worst earthquake ever recorded, an event which affected the entirety of the United States. He’s only a 7 year old boy at this time , bloodied and scraped up, saying his parents are missing. When they look for records or his names, Jacob Alvin McCool does not exist. No birth certificate, no medical records, nothing. He knows his name and the name of his parents, but  there is nothing to be found. He has no choice but to become a ward of the state and becomes swept into the foster system. Where he would move home to home until he was 18 years old and dumped on the street. Jacob was considered a problem child unlike a regular boy; He was moody, destructive, unnatural with the things he talked about. He was stronger than other kids and broke things without meaning to, but when it happens regularly people doubt the truth to the constant excuse of “It was an accident” He had acute hearing, his teeth aren't normal, his eyes have an uncomfortable intensity for a boy so small, and he doesn't get along with others. Hes sent to therapy and everything he says is unbelievable. He’s sick, but it seems no amount of medication does anything to change it. He wont tell about all the bad things that happen when no one believes him, because there is no evidence for it. Its all in his head. Every parent who had him struggled, and eventually gave the boy up to the next set of hands with nothing but a garbage bag full of clothes. Every exchange closes the boy up more and more, pushing him further to get into troubling groups that seem just like him, since thats what everyone says about him. From highschool onward jacob was already running drugs and taking petty jobs for cash, but his reputation as a fighter was well known among them. No one fucks with the big guy At least not until someone is willing to pay good money to have him. Jacob turns 18 and dropped out his senior year of highschool, not that he was a stellar student to begin with, but his parents at the time couldn't care less what that wild boy did with himself. It was for that reason, when he disappeared, not a soul cared. For 4 years Jacob is kept secret, for someone else believes his story about his father, and someone wants to see his full potential reached as the father before him . They would achieve that no matter what it took. 4 years of Hell to add onto his shit life: tortured, shocked, pumped full of chemicals, starved. Stressed to the limit, pushed to the brink of death and brought back over and over again, scarred and branded, til it was finally enough to trigger the dormant gene. The monster they codenamed Abbadon is born, and far more than they bargained for. With nothing but a trail of red and a mess of meat left over in the hallways, their prized experiment returned to the world from the depths of Hell, and there was no damn way to get him back. That broken boy was now a animal filled with rage and fear. He has no home, no money, no friends or family -- at least, until he remembers Jimmy. Which led him to make the trip cross country to find his brother. Its thanks to jimmy that jacob even found his footing, for his brother came from a wealthy family, and was a genius that worked for the government to make weapons that handle their demon problem in the city. The idea is hatched then, with his new powers, that fighting demons and saving the city would be a good way to pass the time. Things dont always work out in your favor when you lack control, and people are afraid of anything not like themselves. Despite the hate and labels, he still tries to save the day then goes into hiding. Goes back to taking odd jobs and underground fighting, where he met Rocky. 2 years later, he meets the 17 year old Nikki. It was one sided, but she was persistent in pursuing him, having nobody just like him. She was a girl on the run for her life, with no home or money, and she needed the company. Despite himself, he accepted her in, related with her, and thrived in the prospect that she needed him like no one else ever did. To save her from the mental suffering of being Neikan’s vessel, Jacob willingly makes a deal with Neikan to have nikki left alone in exchange for a kid. Abiding by to the terms, the 18 year old was expecting twins, but when tragedy struck she blames Jacob for the demise of the pregnancy, and damns him to never show his face again. Not knowing what else to do, equally distraught, he left her there and wouldnt see her again for another 8 years. Having no idea the events which followed, now that he was no longer shielding her. Jacob had lived on his own in all that time, secluded and trying to find his footing in the world, hes just keeping his head above water, til one fateful day when a 7 year old shows up on his doorstep claiming to be his daughter. Jacob, at 32, was in denial , but he did eventually give in to help the kid find her brother, and eventually find Nikki from Rosie. Currently Jacob is trying to adjust to his new life as a dad and a husband, with complications given that he and Nikki are not the same people they were all those years ago. Theyre learning to be friend, learning to love like they used to. Work it out for the sake of their teenage twins, and get to know each other properly this time around. Jacob is now a prominent member of the Angel project and works part time at a bakery. Whenever he’s not working, he’s with his family or he’s wandering around the city keeping an ear out for trouble. He’s become a little more respectable now that he’s working for the legal project, and it makes it easier to learn to be normal.

Raised by parents? No, raised through multiple foster homes and group homes, but never stable or happy because he was considered a problem child

Parents names: Jake Alvin McCool(The Dogboy) and Stacy Rivera (Biological parents no one believes exists)

Are parents alive or dead? Jake died by sacrificing himself to destroy Spurious in what would have been considered a battle for mankind, to spare his wife and son. Spurious survived slimy and traveled back in time to alter the future, to make Angels hunted and illegal , and the timeline in doing so completely altered the boy’s reality for that final fight to be nothing more than a catastrophic natural disaster on a continental scale . Stacy was killed by a demon but hid her son in time to keep him from being found. Jacob still has the knowledge of the true reality, but when they found him he was only a 7 year old boy by himself, with no records or anything to be found. He has to live his life being told the parents he swears exist and the events which occurred are simply hallucinations fed by his psychosis, and it drives him insane.

Siblings:

James(Jimmy) Jones ( Not biological, but had been in one of the group homes with Jacob for a period. During that time, they considered each other as brothers who have to watch each other’s backs, until they were separated by Jacob being moved again. They kept in contact through letters, til Jimmy was eventually adopted into the wealth Jones family. Jacob disappeared for years til suddenly making his appearance in New York out of the blue, where Jimmy now lived)

Relationship with siblings: Jimmy and Jacob had lost contact for a good 5 years before jacob reappeared in the city. They used to write letters to each other, but because of Jacob’s constant moving and nightlife , rarely any of his letters were returned. They are estranged brothers, mostly on Jacob’s part, but Jimmy still tries to take part in his life. He tries to invite jacob out, hang out with him even if Jacob is considered a criminal, though most of his attempts fall flat. Jacob doesnt exactly mean to alienate his brother from himself, but he cant bring himself to talk about the things that happened to him, and a part of him is afraid Jimmy will sniff it out. Now that they’re both older and parents, theyre working on better communication so their kids can hang out with each other. Even if Jimmy’s kids are dragons technically.

Partner/Spouse: Nikki Ai (Wife)

Children: Kaiya + Ericiel McCool ( A set of Fraternal twins, Ericiel is the oldest and Jacob did not meet them until they were 7 years old, when Kaiya showed up at his door claiming she was his daughter. With his twins having been presumed dead, he thought her nothing more of an illusion til he was fused with her pet blobby, who was in fact a portion of himself left behind with her. The start of their relationship was rocky with his denial, but he eventually did warm up to the idea and turned himself around. He loves his kids even if hes not entirely the best at showing it. Teenagers are just fuckin scary)

Best Friend:

Rocky Blagrove

Rosie Valentine

Ivan Bellemore

Other Friends:

Members of the Angel Project

Brian Howska ( A sweet idiot that helps teach other little angels how to fly)

Nute Norbery (Rocky’s former roommate. He, Rocky, Jacob, and Brian were a little gang of friends)

Enemies:

 Kasimir (Kasimir he cannot stand for the life of him. He’s too loud, does not respect personal boundaries, and too full of himself to be even likeable. Jacob is especially irritated that Kasimir swears to everyone that they’re best friends)

Spurious (The God has had a vendetta against the McCool family since his initial defeat by jake. While he has much grander plans of taking out the Sun, Moon, and other Gods, Ruining the peaceful life of the last McCool is on his shitlist. He personally likes to torment jacob by irritating his hallucinations with demeaning voices and stirring up his trauma. Jacob has a vague idea who Spurious is, but its more of an instinctual hatred for the being)

Neikan and the Negatives (Sure he made a deal with her, but tehyre trying to kill his wife so now he’s gotta protect his family from em)

Pets: Roxie, an Irishwolfhound who belonged to his father. She was Jake’s familiar and always finds a way of getting back to Jacob no matter where hes moved across the country.

Verses included in: 

- Iniquitous essence (The Bio above) 

- The Widow 

- TBA

[purplesurveys]

1026

Do you like bacon? I’m not as wild about it as I used to be, but I’m still definitely into the whole put-bacon-on-everything schtick and I have no problem trying out novelty items that put bacon in donuts, or oatmeal, or cake, or whatever it is haha.

Have you ever wished for something to come true and it did? I mean, yes. It’s ranged from something as simple as “I wish it rains today,” to something as big as wishing that the person I like liked me back.

Do you like Rammstein? I’m familiar with the name but I’m not necessarily a fan.

Do you know a friend of a friend? Yes. I used to drink with Angela’s friends from arki. We never ended up being close but they were always great people to have a few drinks with.

Do you smile for no reason? I usually smile for a reason.

if somebody paid you a million dollars to get a green mohawk would you? Sure. I only stay at home anyway and that makes this whole thing not that big of a deal, honestly.

Ever had a BLT? Did you like it? It’s too basic a sandwich for me, but I wouldn’t turn it down if it were the only option available. I’d still remove the tomatoes, though; I never liked those in my burgers or sandwiches.

Are you in College? Not anymore; I graduated a few months ago.

Have you ever been to a State Fair? We don’t have those here, first of all because we don’t have states haha.

Do you like Youtube? I enjoy a number of YouTube channels and I certainly visit the site everyday, but I don’t like the way the corporation itself runs their website. It’s since become very different from what YouTube used to be.

If so whats your favorite channel? At the moment it’s Good Mythical Morning, but I also have a number of other subscriptions like BuzzFeed (for their Worth It series), First We Feast, Try Guys, PewDiePie, Anthony Padilla, Anna Park, a couple of channels dedicated to pro wrestling, some eating ASMR channels, among others.

Do you enjoy compulsively cleaning electronics? Can’t say I do.

What is your favorite small dog breed? Are beagles considered small dogs? I love them.

Do you smell bacon cooking? Nopes but I do have a dark chocolate macadamia cookie from Starbucks beside me that I can faintly smell.

Have you ever bitten anything for any unknown reason? What was it? I like biting on straws, but that’s about it I think.

Do you like the movie "The Master Of Disguise"? I don’t think I’ve heard of it before.

What is the closest thing to you thats red? A paper bag under my desk that holds all the artsy stuff I’ve bought over the years, like my coloring books and paintings.

Have you ever gone into a toystore just to play with the toys? That’s always made me feel like a freeloader haha, so I never go to toy stores just for that purpose. I’d sometimes play with whatever exhibits they have, but I make sure to go through the different toy sections too.

When was the last time you went through a Mcdonalds Playplace? Maybe when I was 5 ot 6 maybe? I went to Burger King’s playground way more often since we dined there more. Also, there were always fewer kids so it was more fun to play there.

Do you have an annoying dog? Cooper’s a beagle, who are notoriously big balls of energy, and so there are days I just can’t keep up with his energy and for those moments I do have shorter patience with him. It’s really not his fault, though.

What was the first comic book you ever had an obsession over? I was never into comic books. I tried for a long time because my two favorite wrestlers are into them, but just couldn’t jump on that train.

Do you like kids pop-up books? Loved them as a kid but I was never obsessed enough to have them for my own. I was content reading pop-up books in the school library.

Does anybody else think bugs are cool and interesting? I’m sure there are tons of people out there, but not me.

What kind of toothpaste do you use? Colgate.

Do you own a pair of striped socks? I don’t think so, no.

What is the most random thing in your bedroom? An inflatable pig.

In a normal conversation do you slip out Latin? LOL no. I don’t think I’ve done that before, unless I was singing something in Latin on purpose.

Can you sing? No. I’m not tone-deaf, but I’m not anywhere near decent either.

If so, what is the highest note you can reach? -

Have you ever been to the cream cheese capital of the world? I don’t know which one that is.

Was this survey random? Enough for me to have a good time with it, yes. 

Have you ever been in a parade? I’ve been to several Pride marches if they count.

What is your mothers, mothers maiden name? I don’t actually remember haha, so I wouldn’t be able to share it anyway. It’s a very Chinese-sounding name, though; that much I can share.

Do you have a different hairstyle? No. I just have bangs, which a lot of people already have. 

Am I annoying yet? I don’t feel annoyed, so you’re good.

Do you like soybeans? I haven’t had actual soybeans. < Same, but I’m sure I like food products that have soybeans in them or are made out of soybeans.

Do you press buttons just to see what they do? Hahahahahahahaha yes that’s me, I’m that person with the restless fingers.

Do you still play pokemon? I never got into the video games because I was never any good at strategy-based games, but I did play Pokemon Go for a while especially when I was in freshman year of college. Overall, I was mostly into the anime.

What is your favorite pokemon? Jigglypuff.

Have you ever put blue streaks in your white cats hair? I have a white dog, but I wouldn’t do this to him even if you gave me dog-friendly dye. Just not my preference.

Are you blond? Nope.

Does it bother you when people have a collar turned up? No.

Are your nails painted? If so, what color? If not, do you like nail polish? They’re never painted. No, I personally don’t see the appeal of nail polish for myself but you do you.

Are you awesome? I’ll let other people be the judge of that.

As a kid did you like Barney, Baby Bop, or DJ more? Wasn’t it BJ? Anyway, I liked him the most, then Barney. I found Baby Bop way too whiny.

Have you been to the Bzoink Forums yet? I just go there to look for surveys. I don’t actually try out the other features.

Does any key on your computer and or laptop stick? No.

Does fire excite you? Fuck no lmao, I’m terrified of fire.

Have you ever sung in a choir? Never.

Do you go to church? Until March this year, I had attended mass every Sunday all my life. When Covid hit, we started watching YouTube recordings at home. So yeah, no escape.

Have you ever had a theme (pirate, ninja, civil war) day? Like, in school? Yeah we had a themed day in high school once. I forgot what the actual theme was but I remember going as Lara Croft. In college, we used to go with color-coordinated outfits for Valentine’s Day, e.g. people who had dates can wear red, those who are single can wear black, those in complicated relationships can wear brown, those who had crushes but can’t have them can wear yellow, etc. It wasn’t an official rule, of course, but it was always fun for those who chose to join haha.

Can you touch your tongue to your nose? Nopes.

Have you ever been to Philadelphia PA? No. It has an amazing reputation for being a passionate wrestling city though; it’d be cool to go there and see a local show or two.

Do you think Orlando Bloom is hot? He’s not unattractive, but I just never had a crush on him.

Do you think Twilight is over-rated? At some point I think it was, but it also got (and continues to get) so much hate that I think that has since been able to balance out the initial overrated-ness of it. 

When was the last time you where sick? what did you have? I had a UTI in May, which I never would’ve known if I didn’t take a urine test because all I got was a high fever that never went away. Peeing was never painful for me during that time and my kidney region never hurt either.

What is your favorite number? 4.

Look at your toes. Sure.

If you are a girl do you hate girl drama? Idk what you mean by that. I never grew out of liking gossip, though.

If you are a guy do you hate girls who prolong the drama? -

ZZZ, im tired....are you? A little, but I have coffee so I might stay up for a bit because it’s Fridayyyyyyy.

Favorite indie music group? alt-J.

Have you ever pet a monkey? I don’t think I have.

Have you ever ridden a camel? Nopes.

Have you ever punched somebody? Never to hurt someone.

Do you like cupcakes? Love them.

Orange or lemon flavoring? Depends on what I’m consuming. I like orange chewy candies, but I like lemonade juice too.

Can you sing opera? Not a chance.

Touchpads or Mouse's? Touchpad.

Have you ever been to a Disney theme park? Nope, I haven’t.

[jinxthequeergirl]

Stay with me tonight

Klaus hargeeves x reader

Requested by: @multifxndom-umbrellxs

Request:Do you take song fic requests? If you do can you please do either a Five Hargreeves or Klaus Hargreeves x reader based on the song Walk Me Home by P!nk? Thank you!!

Warning: swearing

This is a really cute idea I love this song and ideas quickly came to mind thank for the request love hope you enjoy!

Also deepest apologize if this actually sucks.it didn't turn out how I hoped

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You stepped into the doughnut shop looking around for a familiar face. Since you had no luck with that you settled on a booth towards the back against the window.

The Sun was setting outside the window filling the small dinner with a pretty pink and orange glow. "After noon miss can I get you anything?"

You looked up at the old lady who came up to serve you. "Sure can I get a tea and I dunno your special? Please?"

"Sure thing."

"Thank you so much." she nodded and headed back to the kitchen. "Y/n!?" you looked up at the entrance and quickly stood up.

"Klaus!" you both met in the middle running into each others arms hugging tightly. He pulled away holding your shoulders out at arms length. "Wow look at you! You haven't changed a bit!"

You laughed and rolled your eyes at him which made him smile. Something he handn't genuinely done in a long time. But seeing you roll your eyes at a complement like gave him a strange sense of comfort that showed you really hadn't changed.

"Well I can't say the same for you!" you booped his nose and freed yourself from his hold to sit back down. "How are you? I heard about your dad I'm sorry I didn't get in touch sooner I just....I thought After everything you wouldn't wanna see me-"

Klaus had say down across from you and furrowed your brows as you continued to ramble on. "Hey get it's alright what happened...it...it was my fault I pushed you away and you did what you had to do."

You sighed folding your arms. It was strange seeing eachother now. It was obvious you both thought so. When you where kids you two would just come here and talk about what ever came to mind. But after what happened it seemed that this conversation wasn't coming easily for either of you.

And it was strange because he called you first and made it seem urgent. You both looked up at each other and spoke at the same time. "Oh sorry you go.."

"No you."

"Ok uh Are you..You know still uh..."

"I'm getting better....well I'm trying to.."

You have a curt nods and looked at the plate and mug that was placed infront of you. Which you where unaware had arrived. "Thats..gnats good..great actually im...I'm proud of you...I just thought I would get that out of...out of the way so you...you go it sounded important when you called."

You finally looked you at him. A soft sad look across his face lit up by the setting Sun.

"I...I'm just so sorry I thought maybe I would see you again I missed you..."

You furrowed your brows. "Klaus...it's been a while Sure but...I know when somethings on your mind. C'mon you can talk to me."

You placed your hand over top of his and rubbed reasuring circiles on his hand with your thumb.

He looked at you and let out a long breath. "This...this week has been..." He trailed off. "Klaus?..."

You could see a tear fall from his face onto the table. "Klaus what's wrong!?"

You got up and moved to sit next to him. He only say in science and let more tears fall "Hey ok listen...we don't need to talk about that we can talk about something else? Like....like remember the time when we where younger and we looted that convinces store! And we ran all they way to the edge of town and sat under the stars eating that food..."

He chuckled. "Yea...what about the time you snuck up to my room and we spent hours rumaging through moms closet."

"Oh yea!" you had some how managed to get him to spend all night there just talking like you used to.

You glanced at your watch in the middle of a story. 10:35

"Hey Klaus..it's getting late so why don't we leave this place?"

He sighed and thought for a moment. You thought about how he acted when he was trying to talk to you. "I'll walk you home?" He looked up at you and smiled softly. "I would love that."

The both of you walked home in almost comeplet scilence. But not the uncomfortable scilence like earlier a comfortable one.

When you got to the front gate of the umbrella academy you both stopped. "Thanks for calling today Klaus even if you didn't say what-"

"I can't be alone with all that on my mind...so do you think you stay with me tonight?...."

You looked at the house. "Do you think they-"

"Who cares!? Y/n You spent so much of your life afraid they wouldn't aprove! If they do throw a fit they'll get over it! I need you I always have!"

You looked at him with a soft expression. "Alright...lead the way."

You both steped into the scilent house taking it all in. It was dark except for a few dim lights around the house that made it slightly easier to see. You where still standing in the main hall when Klaus turned back to you from halfway up the stairs. "Y/N?"

"Coming." You peeled your eyes from the painting in the sitting room of to the side and followed him up the steps.

When you arrived outside his room you smiled. "Wow this place hasn't changed at all...."

"Yea." he sat at the edge of the bed leaving a spot for you. You sat down and continued to admire the room. Suddenly you felt Klaus head fall onto your shoulder. "I Fell in love after you left..."

"That's good what-"

"I didn't think I would because I was so in love with you and I ruined it....I drove you away." You glanced down at him. Taking in what he was saying.

"An...and then I met Dave....he was....perfect..then I lost him too...."

You wrapped your arm around him as he continued to finally let everything spill out. Everything that happened with dave, with five and the apocolyps. You ended up curled up together on the bed listening to him. "There's so much wrong going on outside."

You sighed running your hands through his curly hair and kissing the top of his head. "Hey no matter what apocolyps or not I'll be here with you ok?"

"Thank you..."

[dearheartwitcher]

all of the questions for the art ask meme! :)

ouhh!! under the cut for u! <33

1. Art programs you have but don't use

loll i bought clip studio on sale but i havent drawn anything in it because i cant find a good dupe of my sai brush

2. Is it easier to draw someone facing left or right (or forward even)

hmm i guess left!

3. What ideas come from when you were little

lol every time i draw self insert im just feeding my inner 12 year old

4. Fav character/subject that's a bitch to draw

rosiers moth form.......... i love him sooo much but i need to try redesigning that form... also im trying SO hard to learn how to draw bloodhound but they have so many fucking Pieces to their design😭

5. Estimate of how much of your art you post online vs. the art you keep for yourself

i would say i post a good majority of the art i make!! ive gotten worse at it in recent years, mostly because i keep wanting to save things to post at "peak hours" or whatever but i always forget lmfao. i dont usually keep things to myself intentionally

6. Anything that might inspire you subconsciously (i.e. this horse wasn't supposed to look like the Last Unicorn but I see it)

art that my friends make always inspires me the more i see from them! mostly in little ways that only i really notice lol

7. A medium of art you don't work in but appreciate

traditional painting is sooo nice... i especially love gouache... i like when traditional painters dont blend their work and use a ton of different colors as well. also people who draw traditionally and put stickers all over their work, i think that's phenomenal

8. What's an old project idea that you've lost interest in

oh god so many lol. one that comes to mind is i was going to make a little animatic with a tiktok sound of my dnd party but uh. one character died and the other two belong to people im no longer friends with due to two separate falling outs 😬

9. What are your file name conventions

i usually name them based on whats happening in the drawing! or just the character's name, if ive only drawn them once. i also have all my art sorted into folders by subject matter (commissions, dnd, ocs, etc) and by date

10. Favorite piece of clothing to draw

hmmm.... probably long sleeve tshirts/sweaters.... regular jeans can be fun too

11. Do you listen to anything while drawing? If so, what

ohh lots of things. i have a drawing playlist on youtube thats got a couple hundred videos on it, i also have a ton of spotify playlists. i either listen to something that fits the vibe of what im drawing, or something that will motivate me to stay in the zone lol

12. Easiest part of body to draw

boobs. sorry eyes <3

13. A creator who you admire but whose work isn't your thing

i cant think of one!!

14. Any favorite motifs

eyes and hearts maybe 🤔

15. *Where* do you draw (don't drop your ip address this just means do you doodle at a park or smth)

usually just in my room! one of the best parts of having a laptop tbh is that i can just draw digitally in my room instead of using the computer in the living room

16. Something you are good at but don't really have fun doing

hmm. thats hard to say! maybe designing characters? i like to think that im pretty alright at making diverse characters, and i do enjoy it when they’re finished, but it takes soooo much of my brain power to do it lol. i love having little guys that i made but its so hard to make little guys!

17. Do you eat/drink when drawing? if so, what

not really tbh KJSHDF i tend to uh forget to eat or drink for long periods when im in The Zone.....dont be like me. have some orange slices

18. An estimate of how much art supplies you've broken

NONE haha digital 4life. i dont use screen tablets so my tablets last foreeeeever.

19. Favorite inanimate objects to draw (food, nature, etc.)

fried eggs :)

20. Something everyone else finds hard to draw but you enjoy

hmmm i cant think of anything. i Can shade black, which my bf struggles with, but its not something i need to do often lol

21. Art styles nothing like your own but you like anyways

i love hyper-stylized art and lineless super colorful art!! theres probably more, thats just off the top of my head

22. What physical exercises do you do before drawing, if any

none 😬 i rawdog it... i do some wrist stretches afterward most times tho

23. Do you use different layer modes

a little bit! mostly overlay + multiply on low opacity. i put them over a finished drawing to make the colors more cohesive!

24. Do your references include stock images

sometimes!

25. Something your art has been compared to that you were NOT inspired by

steven universe omg. like MAYBE back in 2015 or something it contributed to the way i use shapes a little bit but??? like i love the show, ive made fanart n shit! it just didnt contribute to my art style and i used to get that comparison A Lot

26. What's a piece that got a wildly different interpretation from what you intended

i cant think of one! i dont really do conceptual stuff so theres not usually a ton of room for misinterpretation

27. Do you warm up before getting to the good stuff? If so, what is it you draw to warm up with

sometimes i do! my go-to doodles are fried eggs and little cartoony heads, but a warm up for me can even be a fully lined drawing lol

28. Any art events you have participated in the past (like zines)

i participate in art fight every year!! ive been playing since 2018 :)

29. Media you love, but doesn't inspire you artistically

i think all media i love inspires me artistically!! even if it doesnt contribute to my art or anything, anything i love i spend a lot of time thinking about

30. What piece of yours do you think is underrated

um most of them imo AKLJSDHFSJ but thats the price of doing mostly oc art lol... people simply will not see your stuff

[psychosunflower-blog]

Period||Jack Avery||Imagine 3♡

Summary: Jack takes care of you while your on your period

Words:1609

Warnings: none

Requested: to post on here yes

A cute picture of noodles♡

You walked into the Why don't we house that you shared with the boys, hoping to hear the beautiful voices of you're boyfriend and best friends or even them play fighting over a video game. But when you walked into the house you didn't hear any of that, actually you didn't hear anything, it was silent. You walked into the kitchen dropping your work bag on the island as you saw a note laying on the counter.

Gone shopping with the guys, Im bringing home you're favourite for Dinner. I love you babygirl xx Jack

You sighed as you put the note down. You've had the most horrible day, first parents and co-workers blowing up at you at work (you were a nurse) followed by a bitch at Starbucks on the way home who had made you feel horrible about yourself. Then to top it all off you had gotten a phone call from your mom who had left you in tears and you had been having horrible pain everywhere all day. To say you were emotionally exhausted was an understatement. All you wanted to do was lay in Jacks arms while all your problems melted away just by his touch, like you always did when things became too overwhelming but he wasn't here so you'd have to make due without him.

You walked into the room you and Jack shared and quickly stripped, taking off all of your work clothes and changing into sweatpants and a big shirt before tying your hair up in a messy bun and laying down, your side facing jacks side while your back faced the door of the room. You brought Jacks pillow to your chest, holding it tightly while shoving your face into the top of it, breathing in the sent of him before sleep took over you.

When Jack walked into the house with the boys, a bag of food in one hand and daisies in the other his face fell when he didn't see you on the couch binge watching whatever show you had decided one episode one wasn't enough of that day. Sometimes it was friends, sometimes it was shameless and sometimes it was even spongebob. He walked into the kitchen noticing your bag sitting on the counter with the note placed next to it. Some relief fell over him as he at least knew you were in the house, safe and sound. Jack had once had a horrible nightmare about you getting into a car accident after work once, it caused him extreme anxiety when you were late coming home from work or not seeing you when he walked through the door like he normally did, so him knowing you were home made a difference.

"Baby?" He called out to you as he walked up the stairs, on a mission to find you. After he called out to you he waited, but heard nothing back. Thats when he saw the door to the room you two shared closed.

He opened the door, and thats when he saw it. The red stain that had covered a large portion of your butt and some of the bed sheet. His heart broke for you, growing up with a sister close to his age he grew up understanding how hard all of this could be on a girl, even more so when it comes a surprise. He walked over and sat down by your shoulders before placing a small kiss on it and shaking you lightly.

You're eyes fluttered open, turning your head to see Jack with a small frown on his face, you instantly filled with worry, was he okay?

"Baby whats wrong?" You asked, your voice laced with the sleepiness you still had in you. It only took you a second before you could feel the wet through your pants and you looked up at him, tears threatening to fall. This was all you needed, after a horrible fucking day you needed to start your period and not only that but it was all over your bed sheets and your favourite pair of sweats and to make it worse Jack had been the first to see. You stood up causing him to move, tears now falling down your face. You started moving the pillows to the floor, getting ready to take the fitted bed sheet off when a sob escaped your lips . You felt warms wrap around your waist, moving you away from the bed before turning you around and hugging you tightly. You stood there crying, your knees soon became week and before you knew it jack picked you up and walked you into the bathroom.

He sat you on the toilet, walking over to the big soaker bath tub you two had and turned the water on before spraying lots of your favourite scent of bubbles into the water, waiting for the tub to finish filling.

Jack didn't say anything to you, he just pulled you up, until you were inches apart, eyes locked as you still had a few tears running down your face. Jacks hands moved to the hem of your shirt, giving it a little tug you raised both your arms, as he lifted it up leaving you exposed from the waist up. His eyes never left yours, not once. His warms hands found their way to your hips, bringing you closer, you were now chest to chest. Jack brought his lips to your collar bone, making a small trail of soft kisses up your neck to the base of your ear. Your eyes closed, every problem you had today simply melting away.

Jack pulled away, opening his eyes which yet again locked with yours, never once looking at your exposed chest, this caused you to put a small smile on your face. Before you knew it both you and Jack had stripped completely, you leaving the stained paints in the sink.

He got into the bath first, his back against the edge and his legs open for you to sit inside them, your back against his chest as his face was pressed against your shoulder, leaving small kisses all over while his hands made their way to your stomach, both of them rubbing your sides making the cramps go away.

"Tell me about your day beautiful" He whispered, kissing the base of your neck.

You started pouring it all out. You told him how a child's parent started freaking out on you, telling you that you didn't know how to do your job and then you told him about the lady at starbucks who made a horrible and untrue comment about your weight that made you throw your drink out and leave with a huge frown on your face. Then you told him how you got a call from your mother, who had bashed yours and jacks relationship from the second you answered the phone, the things she said were enough to break you down into a puddle of tears on the free way and then lastly you had told him how he wasn't there when you got home and all you really needed when you walked through the door was the look he'd always give you. The ' your doing amazing baby, Im so proud of you' Look. The look he had been giving you since the beginning of your relationship three years ago. When the whole world shit on you and made you feel like you couldn't do it, Jack made you feel like you could do anything. He was a superhero.

You both laid in the bath for a while, him kissing all over your back, rubbing up and down your sides to get your hips to stop hurting, him doing anything and everything he could to help stop the pain.

When you and Jack got out of the bath he wrapped a towel around his waist before opening his arms with a second towel in his hands for you. He wrapped it around your shoulders and started gently drying you off, not forgetting the soft kisses as he went along. He put you down on the toilet again, making you promise him that you would stay put, which you did.

Jack came back 20 minutes later with one of his big shirts, a pair of his sweatpants and his favourite pair of your underwear. He set them on the counter, taking the dirty pair from the sink and leaving to let you get dressed.

You looked in the mirror as you got dressed, a smile spread across your face. You had never felt so loved in you're whole fucking life, he had made you feel so fucking special. Every kiss on your back made your stomach do a flip and you could still feel the tingle from his lips on your neck.

When you walked out of the bathroom you saw Jack walking back into the room with a blanket, the food he had brought home for you along with the flowers and a stack of movies.

"I put the blanket in the dryer so it would be warm for you" He told you, giving you a smile.

God you loved this boy.

You two had finished eat and you were laying on your stomach with Jacks head laying on your shoulder as his hand slipped under your shirt to draw shapes with the tip of his finger. You fell asleep, but not before hearing him whisper

"I love you so much babygirl, sweet dreams"

[thatsgoodenough]

Where The World Dropped It’s Sin

The term ‘domino effect’ is quite bland for the things it usually refers to. Each object is perceived in black and white despite its coat of red. Although the phrase ’domino effect’ is not the ideal statement of war, it is the only anyone can find, for lack of a better phrase. When the murder of a nameless, faceless peasant gained popularity, those who wished to instigate violence had pinned the slaughter on nobles of power. Protests turned into riots, riots turned into subjugation, and subjugation turned into war. This war progressed, as most do, into discrimination of those of a different complexion; a complexion of dark hair and olive skin.

The town never had a name besides home;  home for those missing purpose found it in its small alleys. Kindness radiated from the cracks in the brick and the holes in the wall. However, one individual exuded peace when it was overwhelmed by scarcity: Elric. His knowledge of herbology and healing hung in the various plants around the small room. The place was what people would call cozy despite the mismatched furniture and the chipped tiles. It was here he sat at the moment, fixing the hole in his quilt. It was here that a knock had startled him

“Hey El, um, so could you do me a favor?” Weylin asked, peaking out from behind the door frame, his voice holding the quality of a guilty dog.

Elric cocked his head, “What did you do now?” He had already known the answer but asking it let him poke fun at Weylin. Weylin shuffled inside the room, knowing his ability to fight in back alleys was already knowledge for Elric. It wasn’t a surprise to Elric when he walked inside the room with a scrape along his arm and a cut along his nose.

“Ok but before I start, I just gotta say, I didn’t start it,” he held up a finger to try and prove his point, “so I saw some dude steal bread from kids, and, like, thats not cool, so I went after him to get it back and um… I guess he was defensive about the bread.”

Elric let out an exasperated sigh and cleared a space for Weylin to sit down on the bed. “Just hold your face for a second, I don’t want you getting blood on the mattress.”  Elric spoke in kind, soft tones but with Weylin, he was able to let sarcasm fall between his words. By the time Elric had sprawled the first aid kit out on the bed, the two boys were smiling about their ‘impending doom’ and dinner.

“I know you’re all for healthy food but I cannot constantly eat leaves. I need some spice, El, spice. I know you’ve heard of it.” The end of  Weylins words were spoken through small laughs which only earned quirked eyebrow from Elric.

“I don’t see you cooking. Plus who’s the one patching you up?” He got up to return the first aid kit to its place, noticing the strange silence from Weylin. Turning to follow Weylins sight, he found a small troop of soldiers walking through town.

The orange glow from the setting sun caused the soldiers to pause their journey and set up camp while the wounded rested on the side. Elric sighed and grabbed the first aid kit from where he had just set it down. With his free hand, he grabbed Weylins and walked him in the direction of the soldiers.

“Congrats, you have won the position of apprentice,” Elric had already set his mind on healing, even if no one else would.

The boys’ arrival gained puzzled looks among the soldiers but the brew of sleep deprivation and strain made them not question the brunet stranger helping them, only the raven haired friend that came with him.

“Hey man, I don’t want him touchin’ me,” Elric stopped working on the first soldier, glancing at Weylin who began to study the dirt in embarrassment; he didn’t choose his heritage, he just chose to defend those who couldn’t and that’s all that mattered.

“Hey man, he came out here to help you and last time I checked, no one else here did. He came here to find a home because he didn’t have one and ever since he’s came here, he’s done nothing but good. I get the war makes trust hard to gain but trust is based on morals, not appearance. He’s my best friend and I would trust him with my life, ok?” Elrics voice softened as he began to look at Weylin who started to beam under Elric’s praise. As Elric and Weylin worked on each of the soldiers, they earned small apologies. By the time the sun had sunk, each person had fallen asleep, leaving Elric and Weylin to return home and rest, hoping their war anxieties would wash away in the night.

It’s days later when more soldiers arrive that the townspeople's fears of the war swallowing their home become reality. No street was bare of a tent or the strangers that brought them. No street was bare of conversation. No street was bare of suspect. Yet, all streets had begun to grey from the comforting color Elric was used to. Elric and Weylin walked through the crowded alleyways and cramped streets, helping those they could. Although peace and healing was all they brought, Weylin found scrutiny each time they roamed the town. So far, Elrics' kind disposition was the only thing keeping the low morals from shifting to a complete collapse.

But Elric was human and collapse was destined to arrive.

It should have been the turning of lights that woke Elric. It should have been the lack of warmth on the mattress beside him; instead, it was the wail that woke him. The wail that had cried his name. The missing warmth of Weylin was immediate to Elric as was the eerie resemblance of Welyin’s tone in the wail.

He sprinted with bare feet through the streets of grey to find Weylin, stopping at the commotion in the center of town. Worry had taken over his usual thoughtfulness as he shoved others out of the way. He needed to find his best friend. Another wail pierced the sky, tearing a hole in the stars with its desperation. It was then that Elric had made it through the crowd.

Weylin lay on his side, curled around himself, as his blood painted the ground in a vicious crimson. Apologies and remorse of soldiers were ignored despite their intense direction at both boys. He didn’t know when his body took him to Weylin but his hands were trying to stop the flow of life from him. Copper choked the air with its scent and the wet sobs of Weylin swelled with every second.

It wasn’t supposed to be that dark. That shade of scarlet was reserved for massacres and tragedies, not Weylin, not his best friend. There were no solutions, no fixes. It was too red and too fast and his best friend was-

“El…” Weylin’s voice held the acceptance only a dying man could carry.

“Weylin, no, no. Yo-You’re gonna be ok. I’m gonna fix you up like usual and I’m gonna make dinner that isn’t just leaves and we’re gonna- we’re gonna be ok,” His vision clouded with tears and all he could focus on was the draining of color in his friends face and the warm blood that saturated his clothes.

“El. El- You gave me so much. I just-thank you. It’s ok. We’ll be ok,” Weylin said.

Elric was supposed to be the calm one, not Weylin who was accepting death when he had barely lived. Elric laid Weylins head in his lap. He wiped the tears from Weylins face and ran his fingers through his hair. Each boy’s message was clear. They stared at one another, reliving memories of stargazing and sleepless nights. They stared at each other as Elric hummed to the tune of Weylin’s heart. And soon, Weylin wasn’t looking at Elric but through him. And soon, Elric’s tune had died with Weylin. Elric split the sky with a howl of grief.

Static. Gray. Red. One. Static. Gray. Red. Weylin.

Kindness didn’t linger that night. No one dared to speak to Elric as he clutched the heavy remains of his friend. Yet speaking wasn’t needed for Elric to end the war. He pushed the soldiers out. He watched each soldier leave. Though his heart threatened to bury him, he followed the static in his mind. He walked the gray world and drove away the war. He fought till red no longer painted the streets. He fought till one stood.

They called him a hero, a savior. They made sure the world would know that the kind man made peace once more. But as he returned home with hollow eyes and his medal, the townspeople saw him as the kind man the world had dropped its sin on.

A year later, Elric released the dormant breath he held since Weylin breathed his last. They had wondered how he ended the war that quickly. They wondered where this had come from. This had come from the underestimation of strength. This had come from a kind man the world had dropped its sin on.

[winedownwithcoffee]

Sharna’s Self Esteem Blog

SELF-ESTEEM

November 13, 2017

"What a man can be, he must be. This need we may call self-actualization...It refers to the desire for self-fulfillment, namely, to the tendency for him to become actualized in what he is potentially. This tendency might be phrased as the desire to become more and more what one is, to become everything that one is capable of becoming." -Maslow

Hi Loverz,

Since the Dancing With The Stars Live Tour began, I've met you in meet and greets across the country and shared hugs and heard you tell me about the impact my blog "self-worth" had on you and your life. I've been moved beyond words and all I can say is, it is my pleasure, thank you.

I thought about how or what I would write in this post quite a bit. I asked myself why I would be good at helping you with the concept and tools in building your self-esteem. My answer is simple, because I've had to do the work too and continue to, each day.

I had to dig deep, get raw and real with my own challenges, insecurities and pain to be able to write this the way I wanted to...

The definition of self-esteem is: Confidence in one's own worth or abilities

In sociology and psychology, self-esteem reflects a person's overall subjective emotional evaluation of his or her own worth. It is a judgment of oneself as well as an attitude toward the self. Simply put, its what you think of yourself and how you treat yourself based off of what you think others think of you and how they treat you. Our Self-esteem is the foundation on which we build our reality, its how we tell people what we are worth, how to treat us, how to speak to us, and what to think of us. We tell them in a number of subconscious ways, your body language, your voice, your actions and so on. So basically… its a vicious cycle that we all work constantly to change.

Your self-esteem is only determined by you. You may not believe me but it is. The man that broke your heart, the woman that bitched about you behind your back, even the sibling that unintentionally always made fun of you because of their own self worth issues… these things, these people DO NOT define you, YOU define you. Your thoughts and actions can build you up or tear you down. Self-esteem involves a variety of beliefs about you... your appearance, your values, your emotions, your behaviors. Your self-esteem is major part of your development as a person and achieve your own potential. So… its kinda important right? Important to work at it and on it? Yes i think so, but lets be real…. it ain’t easy.

Whatever you can't let go of, is telling you to find something inside of you that doesn't believe you are enough.

I like to think of that voice as the worst best friend in the world, constantly telling me i’m not pretty, not strong, not lovable, telling me why i can’t do something and why i am less than i really am. Think about it, would you stay friends with that person!?!?!  Hell no, you’d tell her to FUCK OFF in a matter of minutes. Yes i said it, I said that bad word for a very good reason (and please only use it internally as a tool). There is power in it, there is power in telling the things you can’t let go of to FUCK OFF, AND to say FUCK OFF to the idea of letting other peoples words and opinions determine your quality of life. Please understand I'm not telling you to say it to a person, that is rude and comes off as immature, but using it internally somehow gave me a sense of finality, of strength and power against my insecurities. Please my loves, with all your might believe you are worthy because you are, and until you unwaveringly do so, others will not know just how worthy you truly are.

OK… enough with the profanity, moving on ;)

By now, you know I am a big believer in mantras and positive affirmations. And although positive thinking is so beneficial and necessary it can also be a wall you keep hitting because you simply won't believe what you don't think is true. Don’t worry, I’ve been there, we all have, you are on track and it just takes practice. Remember you have to retrain your brain and tell that worst best friend in the world to do what? Thats right, i know you said it so i won’t. Write in your journal and get out what is hurting or what is blocking you, and at the end of it write what you are working on believing about yourself. Write a single mantra, and say it over and over again for 5 minutes, nice and slow, as you breathe in and breathe out.

However, its deeper than just mantras, It's about basic human needs.

The need to believe in something greater for ourselves

For some, you will find it in religion or spirituality but one common place we can all find it in, is LOVE.

A creative or physical outlet

I strongly believe we all need one. Self-expression is a necessary part of authenticity, knowing ourselves and a beautiful release. It also gives us pride in ourselves. What we can create out of nothing. Do you like to paint? write? Dance? Cook? Or maybe you enjoy the gym, running or playing a sport. Maybe your like me and you enjoy all the things ;) Do them, whether it is in your work or a hobby in your free time.

The need for meaning, purpose and goals

Having direction is important and if you feel lost right now, that's ok. But be searching for your passions and learn how you can use them to change the world for the better. You won’t find them by doing nothing, get out, try things, try all the things! Find a cause you believe in, find your voice to say what you want and don’t stop till you get it.

The need for status and recognition

Let me startthis one by saying that the only person you need recognition from is yourself, others commenting on your good work is not what should validate you. Be proud of yourself and congratulate yourself when you accomplish a goal and when you try new things. We all want to be great at something ... and truth is we all want to be recognized for it, but i believe you should let go of that. My career only soared when i gave up wanting to compete to look for recognition and accolades, i chose to dance for me, how i wanted and to do it for my love of dance and my love of entertaining people and making their day a little brighter. Only then did life provide me the chance to entertain people on a global scale.

The need to give and receive attention

No man is an island. Be social and not just online!! Enjoy time with friends, Join a club, go on a hike with someone, and work on appreciating others and taking notice and an interest in them as they will in you. Human interaction is vital, and we lack so much of it today. Put your phone away at dinner, converse with people, ask questions if you think you have nothing to say. Unplug at night, and instead of sitting at home once again maybe say yes to that party, or drink with a friend. Also, talk to at least one family member a day, stay connected with your roots (unless that is not healthy in your situation), remember family is important, tell them you love them, ask how their day was, it's very simple.

The need to look after our body

Please beauties, no matter what you look like if you are not taking care of your body you will never think it is good enough or appreciate how valuable it really is. Would you starve your best friend? Would you tell her, her thighs are too big? NO! So why would you ever treat yourself that way. It is so important to eat a clean diet filled with plant-based food. Exercise will not only make you feel better about your body but free your mind from unnecessary attachments. (See my *stiff body stiff mind* post)

The need for a sense of safety and security

It is very common for those who have suffered abuse to have low self esteem. You are not alone. You are not broken. Please know you are not what has happened to you, you are how you rise from it, and you absolutely CAN and WILL rise from it. At the same time if you see that someone might be going through abuse, please don’t ignore it, somehow the universe made it so you can see their pain when they can’t. it is not on you to take on their problems, nor do you need to fix them, but you can let them know they are not alone, and that you are there for them if and when they are ready to seek help.

You have “all the things” inside of you!

I am not a doctor, I don't have a phd, I am simply sharing the tools that I discovered help me through my experiences. I do urge anyone who feels their issues or view of themselves have become too dark to seek help from a doctor or mental health professional.

Drug Abuse hotline # (866) 248-0056

Abuse hotline # TEXT “GO” TO 741741 http://www.crisistextline.org

Trevor hotline # 1-866-488-7386 http://www.thetrevorproject.org

Mental health/Suicide hotline # 1‑800‑273‑TALK (8255) https://www.mentalhealth.gov/get-help/immediate-help/

If you just need to talk to someone annonymously or want to help someone else. 7 cups of Tea is an amazing resource. https://www.7cups.com

I want to see your creativity, your art, talents, healthy recipes, exercise routines and all the things self love so please hashtag #allthethings in your posts so I can see and be inspired by you all. As always, I am so proud of you exactly as you are.

All my love,

Sharna