#also (3) there was almost no one there. but that's also bc there was a blizzard on halloween last year

[rauspberries]

Spencer Reid × Fem!Reader

Frinds to lovers

Fluff

Friendship Bracelets | S.R.

summary: you and spencer go shopping for supplies to make friendship bracelets based on each other's eyes. which would be a fun activity -- if you could stop staring at each other. tags/warnings: gn!reader, friends to lovers, slight fluff, crush confession word count: 1.1k notes: this is the best i could come up with, but i had fun writing it <3

Majority of your days off were spent by Spencer’s side. He seemed to be the only person willing to do whatever fun event that you either saw on the Internet or somehow spawned into your brain, always answering with an enthusiastic nod and dropping a fact on anything you offered. 

When you had asked him at work yesterday to make friendship bracelets with you, he had nodded, pulling his bag up higher on his shoulder. Friendship bracelets are said to come from indigenous people of Central and South America, although some knots are dated back to China in 221 BC. They can be used for things such as symbolizing friendship, art or social statements. The modern popularity of them actually started in the 1980s, worn during protests of the disappearances of Mayan Indians and peasants in Guatemala, he had rambled as you had gotten into the elevator, your eyes watching his lips as he spoke. He talked so fast, but it was always at a perfect pace for you. You weren’t known for having the best attention span.

In the early afternoon the next day, you both had taken public transit to a nearby craft store, your fingers trailing over all of the different materials. In all honesty, you weren’t sure what kind of bracelet you wanted to make. Neither one of you took frequent trips to the beach, but you did go through crazy situations with your job, so something strong was needed. But did you want to attempt a threaded pattern, like a candystripe or a chevron, or did you want to go for beads, so you could remake it if it broke?

“What if we made them for each other with beads the same color as our eyes?” You wonder aloud, plucking up a specific shade of brown off of the shelf and holding it up to his face. You watch closely as his brow furrowed, glancing at the beads before back at her. The corner of your lips tilt up as something sparks in your brain, head tilting before you place the beads back, deciding it wasn’t the correct color. “You know, brown eyes symbolize strength, reliability and a connection to nature. They’re said to be grounding. They’re also associated with a warm, nurturing energy.”

You can feel his gaze watching the side of your face as you look through the beads, grabbing another strand off of the shelf and holding it up. “My eyes might be a bit hard to find a color for. There’s, like, seven different colors in there.”

Glancing at him, his lips part into an almost cocky smile before he turns back to the shelf in front of you. Almost immediately, he grabbed a couple sets of beads, holding them up to your face before shrugging. “Think I got it down.”

“What?” You huff, narrowing your eyes as you look at his choice. Admittedly, they’re perfect. If you’d stared at your own self in a mirror long enough, you most likely would’ve chosen the exact same things. “How did you do that?”

A small laugh rumbles in his chest as he runs the beads through his fingers, glancing down. “I have an eidetic memory. I think I’ve stared into your eyes enough to memorize them, actually.” A slight pinkish tint crawls onto his cheekbones, eyes only meeting yours again when you raise another color up to his eyes.

Your bottom lip pushes out in a pout as you return yet another failed color, suddenly feeling overwhelmed at the amount of shades of brown in front of you. There were so many options, both of beads and colors in his eyes. If the sun shone on them, they were honey-colored, light and smooth. In the ambient lighting of his dark-paletted apartment, they were darker, deeper, asking you to spill out all of your secrets over the glass of wine he had poured just for you.

“You’re making it seem like I never make eye contact with you.” You huff, rustling through the collection in your hands and plucking out a few different options. Laying them out, you take one final glance at them and him before nodding. “Got it.”

Spencer’s brow quirks in amusement, looking down. “That’s four different colors. My eyes are brown.” 

In response, you shake your head stubbornly. “They’re more than brown, Spence. They’re a different color, all the time.” You turn on your heel, his eyes digging into your back as you lead the way up to the register. “When you’re asking me for something, they get darker, turning into your signature puppy dog eyes. When you cry, they somehow get darker than that. In the sun, they get brighter, like impossibly brighter. Like the color of peanut butter.”

“Peanut butter?” He laughs from behind you, hand skirting along your back as he leans over to place his beads on the counter. Then, he moves in front of you, blocking the way to the card reader as he blocks the way, paying for all of the supplies the two of you had grabbed during your shopping trip as you mewl your complaints from behind his back.

As you’re walking out, his fingers close around your elbow, causing you to turn and immediately catching his eyes. Looking up, you watch as they illuminate in the sunlight now cascading across his features. If you had to put a cheesy palette name to the color, you’d choose sunlit honey pot. If you weren’t so speechless at the feeling of his focus directly on you, you’d jokingly call him Winnie the Pooh. Instead, you’re forced to stare up at him, gaping like a fish out of water.

“You look at my eyes that much?” He asks, his voice impossibly soft. If you had to put another adjective to it, you’d say the tone of his voice was adoring. Instead, you just nod, and then you do the one thing you know to do when it comes to talking to Spencer. You list facts. “Prolonged eye contact with someone you adore can trigger chemicals such as oxytocin and phenylethylamine, making you feel bonded and deeply connected with the person you’re looking at,” you blurt.

It feels like you’ve said the exact right thing with the way his face lights up, lips pulling into an even wider smile as his face flushes. “Did you just say you like me, but with science facts?”

“No, I, uh,” you stutter, shaking your head and running your hands through your hair, “that’s not what I meant.” The whine in your voice gives you away, shattering your lie quickly.

Just as you turn away to hide your shame, his fingers enclose around your elbow, turning you back around. As you stand, starstruck, he brushes a strand of hair out of your face, beaming down at you. “I like you, too. Don’t worry.”

[fictfrenzy]

assigning the "batfam"* instruments bc im bored. sidenote idc if you disagree make your own post ^__^

Alfred: French Horn. idk man i almost gave him saxophone but didnt wanna give bruce french horn. so here we are. hes still more of a piano guy but this isnt abt that

Bruce: Saxophone. i think it still works with him! smooth andd cool. works for me, works for him

Barbara: Euphonium. sorry i fucking love the euphonium, its a great instrument. shout out euphonium players. i think it fits barb because its like, deep and Important when its in a piece. usually. and makes great background!

Dick: Trumpet. hes as loud and annoying as one <3 additionally a piece thats on the rougher/faster lol end of the musical spectrum will feel kinda empty without a trumpet.

Cass: Flute. im a flute player + i love cass. the flute is an instrument that you have to really strain to hear in any given piece, which really matches her thing of just Appearing Out of Nowhere. but if you give the flute a solo, it usually slays rly fucking hard, and cass is the same as a character!

Jason: Tuba. he has the vibe of a tuba player. i dont actually know much about the tuba itself, but like its genuinely a rly cool instrument solo or not. and i think that just matches jason

Steph: Clarinet. matches the flute, but still has its own spotlight (in fact usually the favorite instrument of the 2, like goddamn bitch why are there so many clarinets!!!!). I really like how the clarinet sounds in solos, specially some of the lower notes, and i just ghergjhh. matches the flute. stephcass. youre welcome

Tim: Trombone. hes tiny. trombone big. hes probably the type of player to stand/lean on his case. not only is tim being a trombone player comical, but like, i think it works for him. specially given the genre range of the trombone!

Duke: Oboe. matches flute & clarinet (they are my fav trio eat shit & die!!!!), but also has its own theme— i think its quite versatile in the way that a mix of a trombone & a clarinet would be. duke also just has that vibe man idk

Damian: Triangle. "the triangle is the easiest instrument out there!!" "triangle’s so easy" "the triangle is like for little kids" damian decimates three entire audiences with a triangle solo. bows out. the triangle is NOT easy and i fully believe he’d be given the triangle bc of people underestimating him and surprise, surprise, the triangle's quite difficult!!! but not for dami of course, hes gonna excel at it. duh.

anyways. queue clapping. youre welcome

*not everyone, one day maybe !! but i wrote these on a whim during class & could only cover so many people lmao

[eyes-of-nine]

pls assume i'm thinking about this moment 24/7 all week every week

[ent-is-indecisive]

Because im back with half a brain instead of no brain, some 'fun' facts (will write the id once im at 2/3 brain sorry)

- to the people saying they look like they're at the renfaire : yep! That's the idea, i'm just plopping down bits and bobs to get the vibes but given that i've only been at larp training and medieval fairs my mental representations of where to put them are limited. Also hopefully if i do some medieval stuff again i'll take the time to actually reserach it lol.

- charles outfit is almost entirely modelled after a guy in my larp training group

- hewever if you can't tell what's going on with the leather pieces over his chest? Me neither, didnt have photos from a lot of angles

- definitely think charles is the most enthusiastic about the event and once niko got into the fun stuff (outfit? Trinkets? Cute stuff? Guys fighting? Big fun potentially sparkly foam weapons??) There was no hope for edwin and crystal. Niko is imo absolutely incredible at putting outfits together so i tried to get on her level, and obviously crystal as an art kid couldnt be left behind. I figure edwin might need a bit of needling but a solid+simple mage outfit is a good start (and i hope he doesnt feel too self conscious)

- edwin is a low res mage atm but in the future he will get a rapier. I just don't think we're at this point of the timeline yet.

- Crystal got a mace, bc they're fun, stylish and less common than swords.

- from the other drawings of this series, charles' main weapon is a zweihander, however to me that means he's proficient at basically any two handed swords and can handle his own with one handed swords (like the one he's using to show niko the forms)

- in this drawing they have bad forms, bc it's vibes based

- similarly, i couldnt give niko long trailing sleeves for sword reasons but she probably would have to forgo long jewellry and tie her hair if she wanted to try training for real.

- the sword niko is using is the one i used for most of training, it's a bastard (1.5 hands) sword and was usually known as "elven sword", light and good for beginners, plus it matches her quite well.

so i spent 10hrs on this (didnt mean to) and i didnt like the colours, so i did some bullshit and voilà. the gang all having fun. i realise this is not ideal for viewing on a small screen. however tumblr lets you zoom into images so i don't feel too bad about it. shout at me if it's still inconvenient and i'll post some closeups or something. artist out (past my bedtime)

putting the og colours and some alternatives under the cut as usual.

also dont question me on the bg.

[tinyfantasminha]

OC introduction

[Thank you @haryuwu, @stestylius-arts and @ai-kan1 for the templates they look so clean and organized and I love them 😋]

Personality:

At first glance, Vic comes across as reserved and ordinary, maintaining cordial relationships without actively seeking friendships. However, once she grows close to someone, her brighter, more playful side shines through—she’s witty, bantering, and a bit tomboyish. She dislikes feeling restricted and tends to rebel against rules she finds unfair or unreasonable. While she firmly denies being a "mom friend," (she repulses the thought even) her actions often tell a different story. She’s fiercely loyal, quietly looking out for her friends and always stepping in to support them when they’re in need, even if she doesn’t admit it outright.

Though Vic sometimes comes across as naive or a bit of an airhead, it’s often by design—she purposefully plays the fool, keeping others guessing about her true thoughts and intentions. Why does she do this? Well… whatever the reason, there’s more to her than meets the eye.

Backstory:

Vic was once a naive, pure-hearted child, eager to please and willing to follow anyone’s whims. That all changed after a traumatic incident during a school trip to the woods. A classmate told her, “Wait right here and don’t move. I’ll be right back.” Obediently, she stayed put, unnoticed by her teachers or classmates. Hours passed as she waited, terrified and alone, until she was finally found by school staff after her mother reported her missing. This event left a deep scar on Vic, and the phrase “I’ll be right back” still triggers a wave of unease in her. Afterward, her submissive tendencies only worsened. She believed that by doing everything people asked, she’d be liked and accepted, avoiding the risk of being abandoned or badmouthed. Throughout middle school, this behavior made her an easy target for manipulation and psychological abuse. By her final years of high school, something within her snapped. The years of mistreatment awakened a rebellious, sharp-edged side. Vic stopped letting people walk all over her, becoming grumpier, colder, and more distrustful. She built a fortress around her true emotions, frequently lying or feigning indifference to protect herself. Though she hated the version of herself her pain had created, she learned to survive in her own way.

After graduating, Vic celebrated the end of that painful chapter in her life and vowed to reinvent herself. But just three days later, her plans were upended when she was hit by a mysterious carriage.

After the events of the prologue and her enrollment at NRC alongside Grim, Vic was struck by the mortifying realization that she’d have to relive high school all over again. Adding insult to injury, she remembered that, at the time she was hit by the mysterious carriage, she had been on her way to celebrate her graduation with an açaí smoothie—a treat she never got to enjoy. To this day, she can’t help but lament the smoothie that never was.

Notable relationships:

Jack Howl 🐺

At first, Vic was intimidated by Jack, fearing he’d be as condescending and judgmental as her classmates from middle school. However, once she got to know him, his caring and loyal nature quickly won her trust. Because of her magicless status and petite stature, Jack’s protective instincts naturally kick in around her. He often escorts her across campus, which leads to them spending more time together and growing closer.

Vic admires Jack’s honesty and strong sense of justice—qualities she found rare during her school days. His loyalty and protective behavior deeply touch her, even when he tries to hide it behind his tsundere demeanor (which she secretly finds adorable). Around Jack, Vic feels safe in a way she hasn’t before.

As their bond deepens, they begin to pine for each other, turning what should be simple interactions into painfully awkward moments. Jack’s straightforward and genuine nature makes Vic’s carefully constructed mask of aloofness crumble in his presence, leaving her vulnerable and overwhelmed by her emotions. Her feelings for him force her to confront her fears and insecurities, often leaving her shaken.

"If only there was someone like you by my side back then… maybe I wouldn’t have…!”

Leona Kingscholar 🦁

Initially, Vic and Leona barely interacted. He seemed indifferent to her presence and quietly appreciated that she didn’t nag him or try to change his lazy ways. However, her frequent visits to Savanaclaw piqued his curiosity, and he couldn’t help but wonder if she was some kind of thrill-seeker. Her seemingly fragile, harmless appearance contrasted sharply with the boldness it took to linger in a dorm full of beastmen, leading him to nickname her “little mouse.”

Vic usually treats Leona with sweetness, but he sees right through her doe-eyed facade. Her true motives remain a mystery to him, and that intrigue makes him determined to unravel her secrets. To that end, Leona enjoys teasing and flustering her, just to watch her carefully constructed mask crack.

Leona is also keenly aware of Vic and Jack’s feelings for each other, which he finds highly entertaining. He takes great pleasure in cockblocking taunting them about it, using his sharp wit to nudge them closer to confronting their emotions. His teasing is particularly merciless with Jack, often warning him with sly remarks like, “You’d better keep a close eye on your prey, or she might just wander into the lion’s den.” What exactly does he mean by that? Who knows…

Ace Trappola ❤️ and Deuce Spade ♠️:

Vic’s first friends at NRC, Ace and Deuce quickly became two of her closest companions. The trio spends much of their time hanging out and bantering, creating a dynamic full of playful teasing. Her provocations often escalate with Ace, leading to occasional spats, though they’re always quick to reconcile.

With Deuce, Vic adopts a softer, almost sisterly demeanor, though she doesn’t hold back from teasing him—just not as intensely as she does with Ace. Around them, Vic maintains her cool, tomboyish exterior but will sometimes show emotional vulnerability when she needs comfort or support. Ace, however, never misses a chance to mercilessly tease her about her crush on Jack, much to her frustration (and embarrassment).

Idia Shroud💀:

Vic and Idia became friends through the Board Game Club, bonding over their shared interests and similarities. During club activities, they often team up to gently? bully and bicker with Azul, much to their mutual amusement. While Vic enjoys their camaraderie, their interactions mostly happen through DMs, as Idia’s shut-in nature makes face-to-face meetings rare—despite her frequent insistence that they hang out more in person.

Idia has developed a crush on her, which makes him even more hesitant to meet up outside of the club. He’s painfully aware (and secretly salty) about her preference for the athletic types in Savanaclaw, which makes his hopes—if he had any—practically nonexistent. For now, he keeps his feelings to himself, hoping to drown them. Vic, ever the supportive friend, often encourages him and occasionally flirts or gets touchy to tease him, delighting in his flustered reactions. Is she aware of his feelings? Who can say...

Azul Ashengrotto 🐙:

Vic initially had a strong dislike for Azul, finding his sweet-talking, calculating nature, and tendency to demand repayment for even the smallest favors uncomfortably reminiscent of her old classmates. She was openly hostile toward him, often meeting his charm with sharp-tongued, vulgar retorts. Yet, Azul remained undeterred.

Over time, as they spent more moments together in the Board Game Club, their constant bickering and competitive banter began to grow on her, almost without her noticing. She realized Azul was more "relaxed" during club activities, which made him easier to talk to. Vic now views him as a sort of rival, someone who challenges her wit and strategies, though neither likes to show vulnerability or weakness around the other.

If asked whether they’re friends, Vic will promptly deny it with a firm “no,” while Azul confidently responds with a smug “yes.” Despite their clashing personalities and opposing morals, they quietly look out for each other in their own way—remembering birthdays, exchanging souvenirs, and occasionally offering subtle gestures of support. Deep down, Vic knows Azul is an important friend, but she’d rather swallow a rock than admit it. Tsuntsun

Jamil Viper 🐍:

Vic harbors a superficial, puppy-like crush on Jamil, idolizing him and finding everything he does impossibly cool or impressive. Jamil, however, doesn’t seem to return her affections—or trust her, for that matter. He usually cuts her off with polite but firm indifference, which only seems to intensify her fascination, much to his exasperation. To Jamil’s dismay, Vic sighs dreamily whenever he’s cold or sharp-tongued with her (masochist much??) but gets utterly confused and flustered when he shows any hint of worry or care for her.

While Jamil would never admit it, he doesn’t entirely dislike her attention. Her admiration strokes his ego, and perhaps—just perhaps—he’s considering how he might use it to his advantage... t this doesn't seem very healthy...

Rook Hunt 🏹:

Like most people, Vic initially felt uneasy around Rook’s overly flamboyant and romantic demeanor. She couldn’t understand his fascination with her or his flowery praise, often responding to his compliments with pragmatic retorts or modest deflections. However, as time passed and she recognized the sincerity behind his words of encouragement, her wariness faded, and she began to trust him more.

Knowing it’s nearly impossible to keep secrets from Rook, Vic sometimes reluctantly vents her frustrations and insecurities to him. In turn, he offers thoughtful advice and unwavering emotional support. He nicknames her “Mademoiselle Fantôme” (ghost) and seems to see right through her composed exterior.

Like Leona, he’s aware there’s more to her than meets the eye and enjoys analyzing her hidden depths. Rook takes particular delight in evoking various reactions from Vic, describing her as a “kitten with hidden claws,” always intrigued by her blend of aloofness and fire.

Trivia:

While Vic appears tomboyish and sisterly with the first years, Jack is the exception. Around him, she’s notably sweeter and more bashful.

The more nervous or flustered she becomes, the higher-pitched (and more pathetic) her voice gets.

Vic used to be close with her older sister, a prosecutor. Her strong sense of justice and argumentative nature were heavily influenced by her sibling.

When heated, Vic becomes highly argumentative, delivering well-constructed, logical points to dismantle her opponent’s stance—a rare display of bold confidence.

Her dream is to become a detective/investigator.

Vic doesn’t get angry often, but when she does, it’s described as a “cold, merciless ire with sharp words that could make a grown man cry” (Ace’s words).

Though she’s a bit of a coward and dislikes confrontation, her quick thinking and improvisation often help her slip out of sticky situations. (Both Leona and Rook take notes on her sharp survival instinct.)

Despite her unassuming appearance, Vic has surprising leg strength and flexibility from self-defense classes she took as a child. She claims she’s rusty and fell out of practice for the most part, but her kicks prove otherwise.

Her birthday (February 4) is the same as Cater’s, so their celebrations are often combined in Heartslabyul. Cater affectionately calls her his “twinsie” and refers to her as “cute lil sis.”

Floyd nicknames her “Axolotl” and teases her relentlessly about her height. He especially enjoys being overly touchy with her in Jack’s presence.

Vic occasionally treats herself to Mostro Lounge visits to gossip with Jade, often about Azul’s defeats in the board game club. Jade uses this intel to tease and blackmail Azul later.

The Light Music Club adores pampering her and repeatedly begs her to join as a singer, but she always flusteredly declines.

Like Ace, Vic can be mischievous and a bit greedy. She shamelessly accepts Kalim’s generous offers of money (though she hopes Jack doesn’t find out...)

Vil intimidates her to no end with his sharp gaze, but she secretly admires him and dreams of having him give her a makeover someday. Rook frequently (and gleefully) tries to push her to approach Vil, much to her horror.

Malleus believes they are closer friends than they actually are, often due to misinterpreting her words and actions. Vic, too kind or maybe scared to correct him, finds herself roped into his gargoyle monologues during their awkward little outings.

[theuwuafterhours]

Tyy for always tagging me sweetie~ @strawberribunni3

🌸fave trees: maple, golden elm and ginkgo

🌸fave desserts: a rly good choc chip cookie, brownies, (Filipino) leche flan, mais con yelo (controversial filo take but I think mais con yelo is better than halo halo), bingsu (especially a Thai milk tea flavour). And any strawberry related dessert :3

🌸fave scents: I love a good sweet scent, especially fruity ones. But I do love a good vanilla scent, floral, tea and clean smell(especially like a citrusy like toilet cleaner or any cleaning product). So I have a biggg perfume collection but one of my faves is a Thai perfume strawberry and cream by mith bangkok (THE ONLY PERFUME THAT ACTUALLY TRULY SMELLS LIKE STRAWBERRIES/cream TO ME - Burberry -Her/elixir etc they do notttt smell like strawberries idky ppl say so but sorry nope). I also love yara by lattafa. And nebras by lattafa

Pls I deadass almost did a deep analysis of each scents I like and own. Lemme know if yall are curious enough to know more I willl… bc I can’t gate keep for shit but it will be a long post…

🌸fave birds: I like birds but I did have a fear of them at some point so it’s hard to say plus Australian birds do be quite scary sometimes lol but I’d have to say owls. I love owls ooooo and flamingos too :3

🌸fave hobbies: making new nail sets (just free styling and letting my creativity flow), maladaptive daydreaming, binging movies, shows, anime. Reading manga, webtoons n manwha. Bed rotting and doom scrolling yk being chronically online and I love listening to music and discovering new ones too~ shopping >3<;;; tho I have a problem... Dressing up n doing makeup etc I do once in a blue moon create new digital art or embroidery. And doing tarot, witchcraft etc. n talking n spending time wid moots n my dog n my bf :3

Tagging: @ang3ltear @baddiezrus @kxssu @kuroi-cat @cheezriz @babyyfaceddemon @fameless1 +no pressure n anyone is free to join~

𝓉𝒶𝑔𝑔𝑒𝒹 𝒷𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁𝓎 @peonyhearted 𐙚

♡ favorite trees? cherry blossom, rose tree, willow and oak

♡ favorite desserts? lemon rose water cake, rose macarons from ladurée

♡ favorite scents? rose, peony, jasmine and lily... my favourite perfumes are miss dior blooming bouquet and diorissimo perfume... they bring me back to the nostalgic fragrances of my childhood, the gentle scents of jasmine and rose in my great grandmother’s garden as i played and dreamed of faeries. it is sweetest to wear it to sleep, and to hope for gentle dreams...

♡ favorite birds? i love little songbirds... nightingale, willow warbler, shrike, sparrow, blue tit... i love to listen to their ethereal songs echoing through the woods after rain in spring

♡ favorite hobbies? gardening, painting, sewing, embroidery, cuddling with my cat among roses on the balcony and listening to songbird lullabies

୨୧ tagging: anyone who would like to be tagged ! ♡

[ashenberry]

[ID in alt]

hi hey hello. you should go check out @u3pxx 's piece for the mea culpa zine I just made a fun and silly continuation of it because im normal about it <3

more fun and silly shenanigans under the cut

[ID in alt]

[starshine-cal]

My brain off adderall: ugh work sucks when can I leave

My brain when properly medicated at work:

(I pinky promise this is my own tweet that’s why I blocked the username LOL)(also this post brought to you by every Jedi we know post-order falling getting into romantic relationships with seemingly very little conflicting feelings after living their whole lives with the orders teachings haha)(guy who was young padawan when the order fell: “but I can’t date people! Only the sith date people!” Skdkdkdl)

[bumblingbabooshka]

Every time I watch the cold open of Memorial and B'Elanna tells Tom about how she ASSEMBLED a 50's television set from SCRATCH just to surprise him (there's no reason beyond that - just an incredibly sweet and thoughtful gesture) and replicated popcorn for him to eat while he watches and Tom says "They didn't have remote controls in the 50's ♥ Also where's my beer?" I contemplate murder ESPECIALLY because B'Elanna responds cheerfully to it - GIRL!!! LEAVE HIM!!!!!! IS HE SUPPOSED TO BE CHARMING IN THIS SCENE????

[mblue-art]

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[a-stars-art-blog]

🎸🦈

Sooo…KlavRyan/KlavDar/DaryKlav????

[flowercrowngods]

hello i’m attempting something for steddie week too, but it'll be one large thing probably @steddie-week

day 01: pining

2 new messages

eddie The Problem munson: —steeb —esteban —stefano  —stevie —love of my life apple of my eye pls pls tell me i can call you  —i am very chill etc etc —no i’m not  —let me call youuuu  —😠🥺🙏

Steve snorts as he picks up his phone and reads Eddie’s messages that keep coming in his usual spam of consciousness, a giddy feeling spreading in his chest as he snorts and goes to answer. 

— Call me then, coward 

Not a second later, his phone rings. Steve picks up immediately, even though he considers making Eddie wait; just to be difficult. Just to calm his racing heart that is always so lively around Eddie. 

“What,” he says, attempting to sound bored and annoyed — in vain, because even he can hear the smile on his face. Traitor, he thinks to himself. 

“Steve,” Eddie sing-songs, drawing out Steve’s name like he does every time he’s happy. “Steve, Steve, Stevie.” 

“Ed, Ed, Eddie,” he sings back, relaxing into his couch and shutting the laptop. Lesson planning can wait, he decides, shuffling all the loose pages into the text book and placing his laptop on the pile, trusting that physics won’t betray him. “What’s got you so happy, hm?” 

“Why do you think I’m happy?” Damn idiot has a smile on his face as he asks that, Steve can hear it. It makes his own grin widen and he huffs into the phone. 

“I literally know you, babe.” 

Babe. His heart flutters every time he says it — and he tries not to, because it’s meaningless, it’ll never happen. But Eddie picks it back up every time, and Steve is weak. God, he is so, so weak. 

On the other end, Eddie hums and Steve basks in the sound for a moment. It’s always so contagious, Eddie’s happiness, and he wants to soak it all up. Wants to be the reason for it. Wants, wants, wants. 

“You do,” Eddie says, his voice so light and fond it makes Steve’s whole body tingle. And his heart flutter. And it fills him with such happiness that he feels like he could take on the entire world right now, just with the way Eddie’s voice went all soft on him. 

God, he’s hopeless. So, so hopeless. But he’s also weak. An addict, leeching off Eddie’s attention, getting a kick out of the smallest dose, and absolutely certain he couldn’t survive if it were taken from him. He needs it. Even if it kills him a little bit, because— 

“She said yes.” 

Steve blinks. “Huh?” 

“Chrissy. She said— She said yes, Stevie. We’re getting married.” 

He says it and he sounds so happy. So, so happy. And Steve is the world’s worst best friend for the way he freezes, the way he almost drops his phone if it weren’t for the vice grip he has on it, frozen in time and space because his heart has stopped beating. It has stopped, surely, because no beating heart can hurt this much. No beating heart can crack open and still work the way it used to three, five, seven seconds ago. 

Eddie, bless his entire soul, laughs to fill the silence, and it’s the happiest sound. A boyish one, like there is no pain in the world and not a worry on his mind. A bit hysterical, too. Like he can’t believe it himself yet. Like this is the best day of his life and saying it again has reminded him of it. At least that’s what Steve imagines it feels like when someone wants to be married to you. He wouldn’t know, of course, as the only person he would ever ask is already engaged to someone else. Apparently. 

Eddie is engaged. 

Engaged and laughing and so, so happy. 

And Steve feels nauseous. Dizzy. Breathless. His eyes begin to sting and the hand that’s holding his phone begins to tremble, his grip so tight it hurts. 

Steve feels… too much. His hands tremble and he tries hard not to cry. 

“You’re getting married.” 

“We’re getting married.” 

They’re getting married. 

Fuck. 

Someone has to tell Robin. Because in true Platonic Soulmate manner, Steve and Robin fell in love with the two people who are in love with each other. Like the chaotic mess they are. 

“Sorry I didn’t tell you about it sooner,” Eddie continues, a bit more sober now. Sounding genuine and sufficiently awkward about it, in true Eddie-manner. Like the big old softie he secretly is. “I would have, but…” 

But I know you’re in love with me and didn’t want to burden you with the love I carry for someone who isn’t you, Steve’s brain auto-fills helpfully. But you keep flirting with me and there was never room for someone else when I was with you. 

But, but, but— 

He swallows and drags in a deep breath past the pain in his throat where all the words he can never say are forming a massive lump. 

“Hey man, don’t worry about that, we all know I suck at keeping secrets,” he offers. And it’s a lie, because he has kept this one thing secret for years and years. This one thing, this huge and all-encompassing thing that he can feel in the tips of his fingers when he is texting Eddie, and on his tongue when they are talking, and in his heart even when he is sleeping. 

This one thing, this one secret, is his never-ending love for Eddie. 

And he will add another one to that, a lovely little friend for it. To keep it company. That other secret, of course, will be the way his heart has shattered into a million little pieces and will remain that way until he can’t even look at Eddie anymore. And even then will he look at Eddie and smile at him, and Eddie will smile back and the pain will flare up again.

Again and again and again, for the rest of their lives. Possibly even beyond that. 

“You do suck at that,” Eddie chuckles, though it is quieter this time, almost private. Fond. Gentle. Always, always like that. It used to mean something once. And if Steve closes his eyes, he can imagine that Eddie smiles his secret smile, the one Steve has only seen directed at himself. It almost breaks him. 

Eddie’s I have known you for a whole eternity and love you beyond words, silly, but you also make my life so much harder-smile. That’s what he has dubbed it because that is what Eddie had said the first time he smiled like that when Steve was drunk off his ass. 

But. But, but, but— 

It’s no use to think of that now, to reminisce and imagine what might have been if… Well. If Steve weren’t Steve. 

And that sure is a dark path he doesn’t want to trudge now, not in the face of the even darker path of Eddie getting married that he sure as hell will have to walk down for the rest of his life. 

He sighs and tries to think of something to say. Something good. Something that is not Please don’t marry Chrissy. Please don’t take yourself away from me. Please. Please don’t get married to anyone who isn’t me. Please open your eyes and see me, please listen to me, please understand what I say when I say I love you. Please.  

He kind of spaces out for the rest of the conversation, not really listening to Eddie’s words over the ringing in his ears and the pumping beat of his shattered heart. 

Eddie speaks softly to him, the undercurrent of happiness and contentment still in his voice, and it would give Steve life, it would be contagious, it would be so very precious if it didn’t also drive the knife of pain ever deeper into Steve’s entire soul, slicing him apart with no one around to put him back together again.  

Splitting him in half. One half that just wants Eddie to be happy, to sound like he does right now for ever and ever. And the other half, loathing that Eddie’s happiness is not inspired by him, not because of him, not in any sort of relation to him. 

It’s not fair. And Steve is torn. So he shuts himself off and lets Eddie ramble, tells him that he is tired after pulling an all-nighter again and wrangling the his difficult seventh graders that were particularly hard on him today when the other man asks him if he is all right. 

“Steve,” Eddie sighs, and a traitorous tear rolls down Steve’s cheek at the caring exasperation he hears there. “How often do I need to tell you that sleep is important? You’re gonna wear yourself out at this rate. And the kids just suck.”  

“I know,” he says, and sniffs, willing the tears to not fall. Not until Eddie has hung up on him. 

“Aww. That emotional, huh?” 

At that, Steve sobs out a laugh and gladly accepts the way out. “Well, excuse me, my bestest friend whom I love very much is getting married soon! Or, well, I hope it’s soon, nobody has time for all that suspense. Anyway, I am allowed to be emotional about this!” 

Eddie chuckles again and sighs gently. “Yes, you are. I’m glad you are. Thank you, Stevie.” 

Don’t thank me. Not for this. Not over this, please, don’t thank me. 

“Don’t thank me,” he says with a grin, and it hurts his cheeks from how forced it is. “Thank yourself for being brave enough to actually go through with the proposal! We both know you’re chicken shit.” 

Just like me, he thinks. Just like me. 

They laugh and it sounds hollow to Steve’s ears. He just wants the phone call to end, wants this to be over with. Wants them to not get married. Never, ever, in this life or the next. 

He wants… he wants Robin. No, he needs his best friend, his soulmate. He can’t cry alone, not about this. 

Eventually, Eddie hangs up, that smile still so audibly his lips, and that painful happiness still very clear in his voice. Steve wants to share it. But he can’t.

All he can do is stare at the phone in his trembling hand before he closes his eyes and lets himself cry, his head falling back against the couch until he slumps over to one side. He stares and he cries until he can’t anymore. 

Eddie. The love of his life. Is getting married. To Chrissy, the other, platonic love of his life, who is like a sister to him. Who, coincidentally, is the love of his real platonic soulmate’s life.

Fucking hell, the mess they find themselves in!

After a while of pitifully staring at the wall, all cried out and feeling thoroughly pathetic, he lifts his phone and speed-dials Robin. 

“Stevie?” 

He sniffs, and it must sound as awful as he feels, for her next words are, “I’ll be right there. Alcohol or ice cream?” 

“Both?” he whimpers after a moment, and Robin hums right back. 

“I’ve got you. I’ll be there in ten.” 

She hangs up before he can say anything more, and he is overcome with all the love he holds for her. 

As he waits for her to come over, he does not move from the awkwardly half curled-up position on his couch, the lesson plans for tomorrow forgotten completely. This is his life now. His Eddie-less life. His engaged-Eddie life. His loveless, hopeless, endlessly pitiful life. 

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[twinstxrs]

thinking about kageyama’s “it’s the setter’s job to break the wall in front of the spiker” in reference to how kenma sponsoring hinata while he’s in brazil and onwards is effectively doing that on a financial level. once a setter always a setter.

[al-luviec]

compiled whatever this is (and I run out of tag space)

meh HoT gifs (3/?)

[mohntilyet]

discovered the first other asian dragon age fans i’ve ever seen through ur asian dellamortes art (which i owe u my life for)!! ur doing the makers work. one silver lining to the Thing About Asians in thedas is that if they ‘don’t exist’ we can put them anywhere. i’ll start: every nevarran. no death rituals go harder than asian death rituals. plus emmrich was born to be chinese there is nothing we love more than longevity, gold, and academic prowess. 新年快乐！！sry for the ramble im just hype to see someone who has Same Thoughts 🤩🤩

AUGH OK. SORRY TO THROW ALL THESE ASKS TOGETHER BUT HIIII.!!!!! it's been so sweet to see so many asian fans in the tags and the reblogs, LOVE YOU GUYS SO MUCH. gaider may never ever take away the ability to project from us

FULL DISCLOSURE i am south asian but grew up in east asia (yes. i did bomb every chinese dictation i ever participated in while at school) but yes omg!!!! happy new year!!!! i miss celebrating lunar new year so bad and the celebrations around it like if i don't get lai see i'll die (<- guy who is far too old to be receiving lai see anymore)

AND THE EMMRICH THING. ACTUALLY SCREAMED OUTLOUD LOL YOU ARE SO FUCKING REALLLLL. it does make me think of grave sweeping (qingming iirc) and i know bioware is obviously trying to invoke a somewhat egyptian thing (mummification, tombs, etc) but not if it's me. not if it's my asian dragon age

[dissentersbedamned]

an entire doodle page worth of content of just these two waow

art commissions

full page for you nerds