#and i had so much fun making the pics look distorted

[2isted-chocol8-art]

As a drawing request.

I finally got around to read Interpolation (thanks to your comics).

Perhaps you could draw some of Hatchling photos?

May it be Esker from the side, Tuff in space, or the Star kids, or Sed's pinning by the scout...

This was such a fun practice to try and do something different!! And I am SO glad to hear that my comics got you to read @tippertot's Interpolation, it's such a good fanfic <3 (psstt, if you haven't read it you should go do that right now -> here).

Reminder that my requests are open!

-> More Outer Wilds Art!

[mattybsgroupie]

— tub ★ matt sturniolo

— CONTENTS: established relationship; making out; semi-public sex; p in v; creampie; sub!matt

— NOTES: i literally gasped when i saw that pic and i just had to tell @mattscoquette how much i needed hot tub sex with him. well… here it is! i know i have so many requests but i promise i’m gonna write them all! not proofread as usual, i apologize for any mistakes, hope you enjoy it ♡

“finally” matt mumbled under his breath as he watched chris drink his last sip of soda before wrapping himself in a towel and getting inside the house. you chuckled at his comment, dragging your arms across the warm liquid that embraced you and moving towards matt. “why? i thought you were having fun”.

“i will have fun” he said, reaching for your hands and interlocking your fingers in each other’s palms as he pulled you closer, face to face with him. “now that it’s only us” .

“you’re so lucky water distorts the actual form of things” you teased, placing your forearms around his shoulders and comfortably positioning yourself on his lap, feeling matt’s boner against you. “i could tell you were hard 30 minutes ago” you continued, index flickering around matt’s necklace. you went further, bringing the chain in between your teeth before closing your lips around the cold metal, deeply staring inside his blue orbs.

“it’s not my fault” matt whispered, not being able to keep his eyes off of you. “not when you look this good” he allowed his hands to travel across your body, stopping by your hips and forcing them down. you gasped with the sudden contact, matt’s cock seemed to have gotten even harder if that was possible.

the purple, blueish light that shimmered from the corners of the tub along with the warm bubbles turned the moment intimate, and matt couldn’t help it — he pressed his chapped lips on your neck, licking the tiny droplets of water there.

you let out a heavy sigh, letting go of his chain and tilting your head to the side, allowing matt to go further. his stubble tickled against your skin as the kisses got more heated, his teeth gently nibbling on your exposed neck.

lost in matt’s touch, your hips started moving in a pace of their own, slowly grinding your covered pussy against matt’s hardened cock. the pressure caused by the water intensified the proximity of your parts, causing matt to groan in a low tone, trying his best to stay quiet.

“my good boy doesn’t wanna be loud?” you teased and matt threw his head back, squeezing his eyes shut. “mhm” he nodded, “don’t call me that”.

“why? you don’t want chris to know his big brother is all worked up from a little grinding?” matt nods again. your thumb hovered over his lips, brushing above the lower one before pulling it down in a pout. “use your big boy words” you demand as matt sticks his tongue out, licking your digit.

“need you” matt whined, his grip on your waist growing tighter. “need you so bad, please” he repeated, slightly jerking his pelvis upwards, a silent plead for you to notice his aching cock. you leaned in and sealed your lips together, intensifying the kiss as your hands traced their way down his torso, your nails scratching his chest.

matt’s hands went to your ass, harshly grabbing your flesh and lifting you from his lap. you took the opportunity to quickly pull his shorts — just enough to free his dick from the swimwear he was wearing. you could tell matt’s eyes were wandering around the backyard, as if he was checking if you were actually alone. you cupped his cheeks, forcing him to look at you and smiling warmly, letting him know he didn’t have to worry about a thing.

his sneaky fingers reached the straps of your bikini, easily undoing the tie and letting the black fabric hang loose, your bare pussy now only a few inches away from his shaft. matt guided you towards his length, lowering your cunt on his tip. you let out a deep sigh before fully sitting on him, his dick opening you up entirely. “fuck fuck fuck” he whimpered, “s-so tight fuck”.

“be a good boy hm? you want to shut you up?” you said, trying your best to keep your composure. matt’s veins pumped inside you, his tip brushing on your cervix. “nhng— yes… can’t be loud”. you chuckled at his eagerness, pressing your lips against his once more and sliding your tongue in, twirling the wet muscle around his own.

“you’re so big” you said amidst the kiss before pulling away, flickering your gaze from his lips to where your parts met. “look how good you fill me up hm?” matt nodded. it all felt too good. almost too much. he had been staring at you for hours, and his cock was throbbing underneath that bathing suit. the warm water around his body, your hands pressing his biceps, your pussy squeezing him. “you’re right here” you said, gently grabbing his wrist and placing his palm on your tummy.

“please i-i need to—” matt whimpered, his grip on your ass growing tighter as he bucked his hips upwards, mindlessly pounding inside you. you felt your own high approaching, the familiar knot on your lower belly begging to be released. “cum! please!” matt cried out loud. you shushed him, grabbing his jaw and lifting his chin up. moans came from the back of his throat, and you had no other choice but to bring your fingers to his open mouth. matt immediately wrapped his lips around your knuckles, sucking them with all his might.

“good boy” you praised him, receiving a muffled whine from him. “cum for me baby, fill me up” as you gave him permission, matt’s entire body trembled underneath you. his orgasm washed over him and his release threw you over the edge, the warm, thick spurts of cum painting your walls white.

matt panted heavily, tiny droplets of water dripping from his brown strands. none of you wanted to let go or get up, the comfort of being in each other’s embrace being enough to fall asleep right there — and you wouldn’t mind cockwarming him for the rest of the night. unfortunately, you still had to find your bikini panties and he had to make sure his brothers were already asleep. “hey, at least we didn’t make any messes huh?” he joked, giving you one last kiss before getting up and turning the lights from the hot tub off.

— TAGLIST ★ @thepubeburgler @submattenthusiast @pearlzier @mattsfavbitchhh @bugeyedgrl @sturncakez @riowritesitall @mattsturnswife @sturnsmia @sturnthepot @mattscoquette @conspiracy-ash @ilovemattsturn @lizzymacdonald06 @blahbel668 @fratbrochrisgf @sturnobsessedwh0re @cayleeuhithinknott @sturniolo04 @1c3b4th @mattsfavbigtitties @bellassturniolo @sturnsxplr-25 @ivammbb @shadowthesim237 @slutformatthewsturniolo @stefansring @teeheeomg @dystfopia @riasturns @faiyaz555 @sturnslutz @alesturniolos @emely9274 @courta13 @elandrys @sturns-mermaid @mattsplaything @marrykisskilled @bells-sturn @mattsgstring @strnilolover @jetaimevous @aaliyahsturniolo @evie-sturns @ivysturnss

complete masterlist ★ matt masterlist

[monimccoythings]

Cursed Cat! Alastor x Child!Reader (Platonic)

This fucker has consumed my entire mind. Everywhere I go, I see him. I need posters, keychains and a plushie of this entity of evil. Since the Sacabambapsis, I never laughed at anything as hard as I did with this little freak of nature (affectionate). Going to be a short one because I'm still laughing as I'm writing this.

This is not proof read, so sorry for any grammar and/or vocabulary mistakes.

All credit goes to @coma_0423 on twitter for simultaneously ruining and saving my life.

Tw: mentions of death

tags: @anonymousewrites, @nonetheartist, @littledolly2345, @sunnyx07, @ouroborostheunholy, @mo-0-o, @sydneyyyya @lbcreations-blog

Nobody really knows how he ended up as a cat. One day he just woke up like that.

The first time you see him your mind goes entirely blank. And then you laugh. Like, really loud. You don't remember the last time you laughed as hard as you were laughing now. You were rolling on the floor, tears running down your face and holding your tummy in pain.

You can see smoke coming out of his ears and static getting louder. But oh boy was it funny, he looks like he hasn't had a single thought in his entire life. He doesn't find it the slightest bit amusing, but you are truly laughing for the first time in years so he will let it slide.

He follows you around, being the protective cat-father he is. At some point your strides are too much for him to follow up with, so you have to carry him. And given your short stature he is just dangling in your arms with that stupid looking face, which, no matter how much you try to resist, makes you burst into laughing fits.

Won't allow any doors between you two. If you have to leave him out, he will serenade you with the song of his people until you let him in.

Can't stand seeing you spending time with anybody else, specially Lucifer. If he catches you two together in some bonding activity, he will dart across the room and jump him. You had to practically beg Vaggie to not use her spear as a baseball bat whenever he tried to pull that one on the King of Hell.

When you are sitting, he likes to loaf on your lap. Just keeping you pinned to your seat so you'll be forced to pay attention to him and only him. He won't admit it ever, but he absolutely adores being scratched behind the ears.

Satan fobid if you get a hold of a laser pointer. You can see him literally vibrate, eye twitching, trying to resist the siren call of the light. (He eventually gives in)

Any pests? He will take care of them, you can find him casually munching on the carcass of some dead animal in the middle of the hall, talk about being classy. And then he'll have the nerve to call you out for chewing too loud.

Get ready to wake up to him staring at you unblinkingly, with his snout mere centimeters from your nose. The first time he did it, you screamed and fell out of bed. He checked to make sure you were okay, but still found the situation very amusing, given the way his smile widened.

It is impossible to take a pic of Alastor in that form. He is always hypervigilant since he knows the damage it could cause to his reputation as a feared overlord. All pics of him are either blurry or distorted. You don't have the heart to tell him that it just makes them more hilarious.

You don't know how to turn him back, Lucifer seems to not know how to do it (or maybe he does and is having way too much fun with this), but maybe you'll keep him like that for a little while; as a cat, you dad is practically harmless, or at least less dangerous than he was as a demon. Also, it feels nice going to sleep with him curled into a fluffy ball by your head, his static filled purrs lulling you to sleep.

[werebutch]

@eucyon Oh my god tumblr ate your ask I’m so lucky I screenshotted. So mad I have to type again . Thank you so much for dis question it’s so fun and made me really think to be honest ^__^ ILYSMMMM this is long but it’s too fun

This is Lynx’s most popular album, Conspiracy Theories. I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to have a pic of lynx as the cover even if it’s silly. I really like rabbit imagery in music anyways though so I think it’s nice. I was inspired by Alice In Chains album covers and also fleshwater’s ‘we’re not here to be loved’. I tried to find a way to make it more 'gritty' but I couldn’t unfortunately 😭 I like how the title looks, like they just got a label maker and smacked it on..heheh

I imagine that this album is about relationship anxiety, betrayal, resentment, anti social tendencies, infidelity, and aliens. Probably not little green men, maybe more like the thing kind of fleshy imagery. Definitely appealing to atlas and scotch in different ways. Tool’s Undertow is a good example (off the top of my head..) of the sound I’m thinking of, so… prog? Or at least heavily inspired. I’m bad with genres heheh

im currently trying to either become okay with roadkill's name, or decide on a new one.. so im not making any album covers for them yet lol but i will post when i do..

I think roadkill would take a lot of inspo from their fave band so their style is probably heavily influenced by Lynx. Scotch adds a lot of sampling, distortion, whatever..idk I don’t make music.. and atlas is a big fan of slow tempo and bass. think its important to note that atlas doesnt play bass like a bassist in this album, he plays it more like a guitarist. kind of. hope that makes sense. I’ve always been really torn about roadkill’s genre, it’s been everywhere and tends to change. scotch and atlas’ styles would be vastly different if they were solo, so I think that’s why i am so indecisive . I think I just have to keep reminding myself that they’re in a band together, so styles would be mixed.

A part of me is like.. I think roadkill’s first album would be reminiscent of faith no more’s ‘the real thing’, or even some of Primus' stuff in some sense, plus similarities to Lynx and influences of industrial. i know thats a lot of random descriptions. I kinda think of (here’s a goofy genre for ya) sludge metal bands’ instrumental style, not necessarily vocal style... its hard to describe a band that doesnt exist. LMFAO

right now im thinking about 'the pot' by tool as a close example of roadkill.. im having a hard time finding artists that match scotch's vocal range even remotely. also doesnt help that the bands im basing this off of like tool and FNM dont exactly...fit into genres very neatly. roadkill and lynx wouldnt either. HAH. i just know it wouldnt be that high quality but definitely obvious theres a lot of passion in it. i mean this is just an album made by guys who dontknow what theyre doing. like at all. lol

Roadkill’s sound changes quite a bit their next album when seraph is involved. It becomes a lot more ummmm I guess palatable to more people? I don’t exactly know what I mean by that. Ok. LOL. I’ll think about it.. but this is around when Scotch realizes he wants this to be his job. Having Seraph helps A LOT with building a more dedicated and bigger audience, since they’re the one most willing to make changes. Plus they’re in art school, I feel like they’d have connections. So I guess roadkill would sell out in a way.

if you asked me this question a year ago i would have had a completely different answer. i wouldve probably said roadkill is pop punk or garage rock or something. i have trouble fitting scotch and atlas into a genre together. it fits scotch just fine and i think he would enjoy it, but its not roadkill.. also ive been thinking of stylizing roadkill as rdkill.. lmk wat u think.. im unsure about the name is generalHAHA. i know this is a lot so dont feel pressured to reply to everything LMAO im just thinking out loud. and drawing connections between genres that completely do not make sense. peace and LOVE<3

[memory-redacted]

Random story idea i had a dream about and might write as a small project

I cant fully remember all that happens in my dreams so i generally dont write this stuff down cause they are too cut up for me ro remember why it was so interesting. This time tho it just seems like a great writing prompt that i might have fun with.

I remember a betelgeuse esc character as the "antagonist". More just a demon having fun doing his job. I also remember the first setting he starts the characters off in as this old pub in looking place kinda. Very brown and about 3 longish tables some cupboards and this big *seaches a pic*

This sort of thing but it also looks like it vould be some sort of window if it were outside. It had doors instead of the clock aswell and he would come out from within it. There was also a clock within the doors i think or something of the sort. From there things get super distorted as they go through sometimes dangerous and generally time bending trials till they finally get back to the same room. When they get back there is food on the tables, but one strict rule he placed at the beginning was to not eat unless it was explicitly given. He never tells what the consequences would be for this. After a second he comes back gives each a specific food that personifies each of them and how they went through the trials and one stands out for some reason i dont remember. He possesses this character and makes them go through a few more little things to get her back and eventually they leave. This happens annually for the next 3 years. The third year things go beyond his control. Before there had generally been a safety net. He never wanted to truly hurt this family and grew to like them. A bit too much for his bosses liking. His boss basically sets a ton of dangerous eel like huge flying creatures on them and he has to try his best to keep them from dying without making it too obvious. His boss gets mad when he succeeds and he gives a last farwell to the family as he lets them leave. The family doesnt realize hes gone for good and when the same time next year comes around they are confused to where their demon antagonist is. They had always seen him as an annoying villain not realizing the safety net that he had put up for them and were only slightly bothered to not have their yearly ritual as they couldn't help but admit it was quite fun family bonding. All exept for the one girl who had gotten that different dish. She had grown to be just as fond of the demon as he had of them and was very concerned that he didnt show. She always knew about his saftey nets and even sometimes had some fun playing around with his games. She manages to get her family to at least try and figure out why he was missing but in the end her and her father only get far enough to finding the place he generally takes them empty and abandoned. All but one lone peice of food (probably an apple). Her dad leaves but she stays and eventually seems to almost get pulled in by this apple. She goes to take a bite but the demon restraints her and gets pretty pissed off. His boss then shows up and decideds since he decided not to do his job this year that she would do it for him. They get thrown into an extremely dangerous game where they are both basically just yelling at eachother the entire time for being stupid. In the end they both almost die while trying to save eachother till the boss just gets fed up with them both. The boss seemingly manages to kill the girl but in reality just separated her from the demon and he no happy. She continues to put the girl through trials as he is basically acting like a toddler in a rage room. She begins to realize that he took a liking to this girl because of how she is able to see through his tricks and eventually trick him. The boss then gives her the apple and says that if she'd like her family tradition to continue she could eat the apple, but if she does then she becomes a demon aswell and must take part in the demons trickery and illusions on the same day every year and any other times they are scheduled. She then gets the info that the reason he was in trouble was because he kept grabbing the same family over and over without killing or tricking a single one into eating an ungifted food and becoming a demon. She eats the apple the boss reveals to her demom that she is still alive and he is pretty livid about all of this. In the end shes allowed to go back home to her old life, well at least her family since she opts to stay with the demon cause no rent or taxes, as long as she never tells her family about any of this. Wouldnt be fun if she did 😈

Idk why this kinda turned into a love story but yeah everything after the first 3 years was come up with after the dream and while typing this so thats kinda on me and im a bit mad at myself for it. Rn tho you can interpret their relationship however youd like. Thats all i have for now and i dont actually know if imma do anything with it just thought id share it here for organizational purposes

[yichens]

Bad Buddy Week 2022 ➢ Day 5 - Favorite Dynamic: PranWai + Kpop Songs on My Playlist

i. heroine - sunmi ii. boyz with fun - bts iii. truth - got7 iv. i'm in trouble - nu'est v. what is love? - twice vi. i'm a b - hwa sa vii. bring it on - oneus iix. advice - taemin ix. angel or devil - txt x. best friend - uniq

a couple thoughts on this edit:

first of all, if i am being very honest, my favorite dynamic in bbs is the jindapat siblings. they just feel so genuine in both their bickering and their love. i adore how pha guides pat through his emotions and how pat supports his sister. i love how pha puts pat in his place and how pat sincerely listens to his sister. also that coming out scene between them is very, very dear to me ♥

but then, bc i am a hoe for wai, our bastard son, i had to make this edit. i adore this dysfunctional duo. no matter what comes down and how much of a bastard wai can be and how much i just want to punch him in the face sometimes even if i also want to cradle him to my chest and tell him it's gonna be ok, i am insane about the pranwai reationship. i have so many thoughts on it and how it came to be. bc there obviously exists a backstory to explain why wai is so very protective of pran, why pran is so very willing to help wai out of all trouble he causes, and why these two don't really know each other while claiming to be best friends. this is an union of two broken hearts and i will die on that hill.

and to end this short ramble, a couple of notes: - the codes on these edits mostly don't work. sorry about that. (i think the only functional one is the one in wai's solo pic so go listen to that! haha) - lyrics in these songs don't matter basically so just look at the title - i find it amusing how i associate pranwai with blue and red while patpran are the iconic red-green combo. there's a lot to think about in there. - none of this is intended as any type of hate or slander towards either of these characters. i love both of them dearly ♥ - sorry if the template is slightly distorted, i had to make it myself from a scratch and it was a challenge...

[petalsmooth]

Ok.

Let’s talk Lili.

First off we only know what stars put out about themselves or other people say about them. We are not friends with these people. We are not in their homes. We don’t usually hear what they say in unguarded conversation. What we know is what is out on social media with some highly distorted soundbites from chats or DM’s with her mother that were exposed.

We were initially presented a portrait pushed by her and her family no less of a middle class family with the standard girl next door hit it big narrative. Down to earth, relatable, somewhat quirky. Strong two parent supportive household. All that was missing were the apron and pearls.

This girl came out of the gates talking about a modernized Riverdale with two girls who would be actually close and not vying for the same redhead. Feel free to add/or correct along the way of course...especially early on when not following as closely.

We got very little in the way of insight into Cole and Lili because they were trying to keep it quiet even if there were hints together. Mostly during this period what fans were fed was that she was slightly awkward socially, maybe not the most intellectual but nice and harmless. She spoke of empowering women, independence, she constantly shut down the idea of Barchie and praised Bughead. Along through the year’s she would speak to social bullying or bullying in general. She would openly talk about struggles with mental health. She’d talk and show her cystic acne and share photos not all airbrushed in ode to body positivity. She’d talk about not having an hourglass figure, and cellulite and often go out in ratty shorts and a bun sans makeup. You see she’d talk about it then follow through by showing lived the walk or calling out photoshops done of her.

Again this is “relatable girl next door quirky Lili” we told was the REAL Lili.

She would frequently talk and post about her family and dogs at home and how much she loved and missed them...though oddly not so much her older sister.

At a certain point it became undeniable Cole and Lili were together to even the hardest deniers. Of course also the Met gala eventually made official for media.

We get have her liking posts such as Miley’s about how lucky she was to have a man who checked off all the boxes. But at times there were glimpses all wasn’t kosher. People have mentioned various cons where she’d be caught flirting somewhere else, or she’d be in a bad mood giving Cole a cold shoulder. We recently saw an old video of them walking and her basically demanding he drop the fans and attend her. We have the con were Camilla is sexually harassing Cole everywhere and Lili doesn’t shut it down until Camilla tries to grind on him. It was so bad even Mads intervened. We have the interview where she is talking over him or rolling her eyes and basically being the unprofessional brat her fans claim she is not. Even though it’s ON CAMERA. Snapping at your co worker/boyfriend and rolling your eyes during a professional interview is not deniable.

Flashforward to the trip to Italy because for me there was always something off about that. That trip was obviously planned far in advance. Clearly Lili was supposed to be there. Her fans quickly blamed Cole because Lili was working. Lili didn’t have to work. It wasn’t a career changing move to do that film. It did not do well. I’m not entirely sure what was happening around that time but I have the sense Cole was disappointed/a  little angry she prioritized it over him accepting very likely the offer AFTER the trip was planned.

Lili spirals during this time. Cole comes back to clean up mess. They are quiet on social media for a long time then slowly emerge again and eventually get the photo booth shots, the wedding and her mingling with NY friends for once. Turns out close to the end for them.

I don’t want to make this a Sprousehart post though although some relevance to bring part of it up. The point is Lili put her career over her relationship. It was a calculated decision. It was also the wrong decision. Her fans talk about her being this warm giving person but that was a cynical call and a pretty lousy thing to do to your boyfriend of several year’s. I’m all for supportive partners but there are time’s where you make sacrifices if you really care for someone and this was a special trip planned long in advance. She blew it off. If I’m the partner she does this too, I question why I’m putting in the effort if it doesn’t mean to them what it means to me. 

TBH I think the bad choices she made there is why tried to make it up by meeting with his friends, the wedding etc...

Something than clearly happened because by January they were done. Not sure we’ll ever know but it looked like they were trying to fix things given the happiness hadn’t seen on Cole’s faces in a long time in those booth pics and then...it was done. We didn’t know at the time, but this is timeline Cole gave. There was a brief attempt at reconciliation where she babysits him at a photo shoot and posts a photo of them in bed and then shortly after...Cole calls it off. 

He heads to LA, she follows him there but not without making sure to shove Casey’s face into her chest to post and rent a place close to where he is staying. She posts weepy messages about the world ending etc....and weird new photos mimicking old shoots with him so naturally people think this means whatever happened they worked through. Around same time she and hers manipulated her fans to try to cancel him earlier because she misunderstood a picture of Kaia....although flat out if he had been with Kaia he was SINGLE and it was no longer her business.

She tries to walk back the firestorm she unleashed on him by “defending” him from a lesser twitter trend after realizing misconstrued the Kaia picture, All summer she weirdly seems to be trying to avoid the topic if they are together or not despite saying once if they weren’t she’d tell people. She finally puts her foot in her mouth one two many times' and Cole confirms they broke up which she doesn’t acknowledge. Because she doesn’t want to be broken up.

As we know know it wasn’t all rainbows on the set even before all this happened as in the musical she’d launched an object at him hard enough to have the crew concerned. Lili fans keep saying Cole is abusive but the only evidence we have of abuse is her towards him. We also had her suddenly doing a 180 from past 4 year’s and excusing cheating with Archie and promoting everyone in her live recaps except Cole/Jughead.

Back to the events following Cole’s post....then we get a sudden string of interviews taking shots at Cole, doxxing him, implying he could have strayed (just to resurrect hate against him) but can’t say he actually did because she has no proof. We know this because in those chats admit it was just suspicion and paranoia and never did have any names.

We learn that Lili has been funneling news and gossip and photos to keep her mother’s hold on the fandom in check and her mother in turn has been bullying people who would stand on Cole’s side. They sought to ruin him. This is not debatable.

For year’s people had made fun and called Bree out for being an obsessive stalker unable to let a relationship go, then Lili starts doing the same. We know she has tried to copy Ari’s style, her mother made a snide comment about breast size, Lili tried to taunt Ari from on set and Ari shut her down. A girl who almost never was in the line of sight of paps suddenly is snapped everyday following break up even before the public new. That doesn’t just happen. She wanted the attention.

I’m not going to go into all of it, you all know it. Suffice to say revealing she has a bitter vindictive attitude she has submersed herself in ever since Cole made it clear no reunion. She won’t even broach the topic of Bughead/Jughead unless forced. You can spin all you like but the split screens was not an artistic choice by RD. It was spurred by need to keep them apart.

Lili last summer was doing precious little other than a post or two of Black Lives matter and then when Cole gets arrested suddenly she jumps on the me too and sets up impulsive lives. Maybe she meant well but a part of me thinks she did it to attract his attention. Notice once she got praise for it and the initial protests faded she more or less doesn’t bring it up anymore. Cole never intended to get attention, it just happened because he’s a star and got taken in to a jail cell. He never put himself on camera for notice. 

Lili also co-opts the murder of a girl to flaunt she thinks she looks good naked. Completely tone deaf. 

Lili very rarely is seen in fan photos, only usually when she’s getting flack for it online. She, a girl who talks about bullying, went on a  midnight tirade against a guy who dares to critique or poetry setting her fans on him. Then deleted it probably because publicist in her ear.

She first said poems not about Cole, than said you could read into what you wanted to sell them. Now she doesn’t want to talk poetry or sequels because it flopped and was critically panned.

There are constant rumors about Lili on sets of productions to point they even had someone on her newer movie try to downplay. Yet we see in a video the cast barely talking and looking tense on a boat. 

The girl who used to talk about body positivity now lets them airbrush abs onto her.

The girl who used to talk of therapy and mental illness now promotes OTC supplements for $ and cults.

If she mentions cellulite she uses other tik toks of people showing not her own. 

She said she would never be on tik tok, yet now has her own and post old videos that aren’t funny.

Lili once tired to attack Cole by talking about losing yourself in drugs or alcohol or sex yet we’ve seen her drug paraphernalia because she advertises. Her friends post and laugh over her being drunk. She was in an off and on relationship with Wallis that doesn’t seem to be about anything but sex.

We were told Coles friends are bad influences but Taylor is out there solicitating questionable clients and making videos slamming LILI’S COWORKER as a bad actor and his brother,

The majority of Lili’s posts no longer feature Sunny or her family/Addy. 

She insulted Vancouver, compared to a prison, and made it clear her creature comforts were of more importance than a pandemic. Not quite the attitude of an empath. Which she claims she is with intention to be a master which require sucking more gullible people into the cult.

She brags about being a “rich man” without understand the context. She went from artistic photos to modeling pinups to fuel her lack of self esteem.

She’s in her mid 20′s, claims she had grown and matured in the last year but there is no evidence of it. Still can’t work with her ex without buffers which still influences show direction though her fans deny.. Still lives off junk food and hangovers. Those glasses aren’t just for sun. Her timeline is mostly an ode to her vanity with pictures of herself and then her dog. She doesn’t seem to have any causes she’s deeply involved in on the side apart from her cult. She’s still stalking Cole as her impulsive makeup tutorial showed. She said she cut out of her life anyone who doesn’t service her. I highly doubt she is receiving quality therapy on the regular right now. She still does not seem to possess the ability to own her mistakes and apologize when warranted, rather deflects or erases when heat becomes too hot.

The content she puts out about herself post break up is very different than the bill of goods fans were sold before. She is a far cry from that quirky girl next door that stood FOR something more than vanity and shallow affirmation. So no, I don’t see what you see in her stans. Everything that once seemed to distinguish her from other spoilt princesses has long faded. 

[mythiccheroacademia]

“All these kisses and hugs is not shit. You a damn drug, you're toxic.”                          —Kehlani

Word Count: 1.3K Pairing: Bakugo Katsuki x Reader Context: Everything is the same, you’re just pro-heroes. Oh, and Bakugo defintely broke your heart when you were younger, but for some reason, you two don’t want to act like that happened?  Warnings: explicit language, sexual content (but no real smut), a couple laws were broken

Manga Recolor by XCamykoX on DeviantArt

All characters are 18+

A/N: You to me when I give you the look for feigning for this man. I swear I love Izuku. I just had to do it for the drabble. You’ll understand in a few lines. Also, idk if Hampton is a real place. I just saw it in  a hotel ad and went along with it. Enjoy <3

Bakugo Katsuki | Toxic

Bakugo Bakugo Bakugo.

He was all that was in your mind and you knew it wasn’t supposed to be like that. He wasn’t supposed to make your stomach quiver or your legs tremble with anticipation. He was supposed to be the hallmark of your heartbroken memories—not the pillar of your desire.

You groaned before mentally making a verdict. You bolted upright and decided to trade in your battery-powered boyfriend for the real one.

Izuku.

Your boyfriend, you reminded yourself.

You shook your head. Today was a good time to be risky. You felt comfortable in your skin for once and confident enough that the right picture would make the usually reserved man run across town in four seconds flat.

Giggling in excitement, you felt your stomach fill with butterflies. You traded your pajamas for the white lacy lingerie you’d been keeping in your closet. You analyzed yourself in the mirror, adjusting the straps of the thigh highs for good measure. Smoothing down your fit, you grabbed your phone and tried to take an endearing snapshot of yourself.

The results made you frown. This wouldn’t do. It wasn’t demanding enough. Your eyes traveled around the room and your face brightened as an idea popped up in your head. You set the timer and set your phone against a stand.

The round of camera clicks allowed you to relax. Soon enough, each pose came easier than the last.

When you were done, you almost skipped to your phone. You couldn’t help the string of giggles that spilled from your lips as you scrolled through the photos.

These were the ones. They were enough to a send wave of goosebumps over your skin. The courage and exhilarant thrill that chilled your spine fueled you to caption the seductive pictures.

I’m feeling very lonely. Come keep me company?

You bit your lip to quell your nervous shivers. The photos were sent and all that was left for you to do was wait. You flopped face first on your bed and hopefully looked on your phone for that thrilling response of—I want you in X position by the time I get there—or something along those lines.

Things that Bakugo would say when you’d—

Stop it. Bakugo isn't who you want. It’s Midoriya.

You kept your thoughts positive as you scrolled through your texts. That is, until you noticed the messages weren’t conversations between you and your boyfriend.  

Your heart sunk into your gut when read the contact name. Flicking to the number, your throat dried up as you read that the area code was 485 instead of 487.

No no no no no no no no no no no—

You scrambled onto your knees, panting as if you had run a 10k. Your chest ached as tears burned your eyes, your fingers fruitlessly scrambed on the smart screen for any type of recall button.

“Oh fuck,” you cursed.

Swallowing the rock in your throat, you sniffed and blinked away the tears. This was your fault. You decided to go ahead and act like a horny teenaged airhead instead of doing things the mature way. There was no point in crying about it now.

You forced yourself to take a quick look of who you sent the private pictures to.

Bakugo Katsuki.  

Great.

You threw yourself down onto the bed, this time, letting a couple tears fall down your cheeks. You fucked up. Big time. Not only had you miserably failed at distracting yourself from the same man that you were supposed to stay away from, but now he had even more things to hold over your head.

As if leaving you for your best friend in college wasn’t bad enough.

You would never be able to live this down. How the hell were you supposed to face him tom—

Your phone rung.

Dread stung filled your chest. Without even having to look, you knew who was calling. His name ran bold across your homepage and the rhythmic piano song filled the corners of your room.

Couldn’t he just let you wallow in your misery? Did he really have to add on to the torment you would undoubtedly face tomorrow at work?  Maybe if you just let it ring, he’d leave you alone.

…As if. This was Bakugo you were talking about.

It was better to face him now.

You pressed the answer button and spoke.

“I know I screwed up really bad, but remember how I thought I was dyslexic? The area codes looked the same out of the corner of my eye and I didn’t mean to send this to you and it was totally meant for Izuku—“

A deep husky voice reached your ears sending waves of pleasure to your core.

“Y/N L/N, what the fuck kind of game are you playing?”

The last time he used your full name was when his hands were rubbing down the hills and valleys of your body. You nervously played with the strap on your shoulders and continued.

“Bakugo, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to. I’m stupid. Just forget I ever sent the pictures and—?“ Your brows creased together as the sound of highspeed winds flowed through the speaker. “A-are you driving?”  

The hero’s foot fell harder upon the gas pedal. “How the fuck can I forget about that when I know you own the lingerie you have in my dreams?” Bakugo blared the horn of his car and swerved around a slower vehicle. “You make me regret living in shitty Hampton.”

Your eyes widened. Hampton? Was he driving 45 minutes to—

“No, Katsuki. Go back. I’m begging you.” You didn’t realize the silk-laced voice was yours until seconds after.

“Sweetheart, I don’t want you begging for that reason. You wanna play games? Fine. When I get there, I’ll make sure to play every position in the book. But for now, I’ll entertain you. I know this is really rushed but, baby, are you wet?”

Your mouth was dry but your body was flushed. You couldn’t lie to yourself any longer. You loved it when his desperate voice was still as gruff as it was. You loved the way he’d become frenzied with arousal over a few pics. For crying out loud, he was taking a 45-minute drive to your house because of three pictures.

But Izuku. Simple, boring, good-two-shoe, Izuku. He was your boyfriend. You couldn’t let Bakugo bust in here and take you—no matter how much you wanted him to.

Besides, were you going to let the same man that broke your heart reclaim the pieces just because you were horny?

You sighed.

“Look, Bakugo. I would really appreciate it if you just deleted the pictures and forgot about it.” You gave a distorted chuckle. “Or you could delete it and make fun of me for the next twenty years. Anything, you want.”

“I want you prince/ss—“

You hissed at the nickname.

“Baby…”—you couldn’t even be bothered to stress over the pet name—"Please go back. From what I hear, you're breaking twenty-five state laws and twenty-four federal ones. It’s two in the morning and we both have to be at work in five hours. And I don’t wanna deal with the paparazzi if they catch you here. So go back home. For me?”

Choice words flew from his lips. Then there was the sound of tires screeching to a halt. Bakugo heavily exhaled.

“Damn you, Y/N. You drive me fucking crazy, you know that?”

Relief came as a nervous chuckle. You placed your hand on your chest. “Thank you and, again, I’m so sorry. We can laugh about this later today. And—“

“But you still haven’t answered my question.”

You inhaled sharply at the curt tone of his voice.

“W-what question?”

“Are you wet?”

[lavalampelfchild]

Lava’s Art Masterpost

Hey, all!  Welcome to my art masterpost!  I have no idea if this is a thing that is done typically for art, but oh well, I like organizing things, so here we are!  What you’ll find here is mostly Dragon Age, with a few non-DA pieces in there, and there’s a range of styles I like to use, depending on my mood.  But a lot of what you’ll see will most likely combine lineart with some other form of coloring/shading.

Feel free to browse at your leisure, and I hope anyone who stumbles upon this enjoys what they find! :D And thank you to anyone who sees this and likes, or reblogs, or even just stops by to peruse a bit!  

All that said, away we go!

Digital Portraits:

1. Portrait of Nameless Woman, 2020 - This one is just an experiment with a watercolor brush that I did.  It’s not anatomically perfect, but I enjoyed playing around with shading.

2. Sketch of Aja Amell, 2020 - This one is basically sketch practice with my Amell~  Not really the most expressive pictures, but it’s a start toward drawing her more expressively.  Full disclosure: Aja is one of those OCs of mine that I have had trouble with deciding on a definitive appearance for several pictures, and I really want to work on upping my level of consistency when drawing her.

3. Long-Haired Fenris, 2020 - Exactly what it sounds like; this was for practice drawing Fenris’s features (I love how distinct they are), but with long hair because I am weak for it.  This one was a fun piece to shade, and mixing the stylized lineart that I normally use with a greyscale shading spectrum was really enjoyable.

4. Portrait of Ilorin Lavellan, 2016 - This is an oldie.  Basically practicing expressions, and it is technically a WIP, but I’m still very happy with how the shading turned out, especially because this is actually (aside from the unfinished hair) one of the more minimal pieces I’ve done in terms of lineart  It’s still there, and it still shapes the flow of the picture in some ways, but it also ends up flowing with the shading instead of standing out next to it, which I like.  (Both styles are good, though, and I love seeing other artists try both too.)

5. Old Portrait of Aja Amell, 2016 - Much older picture I did of Aja; she... honestly looks very little like the newer one, I think, and that consistency is something I’m still working on, but this one was the first picture of Aja with that particular hairstyle I drew.  What I like about this picture is how young she looks; it fits with her image as a fresh and sheltered Circle mage who’s only about 20 years old at the time of DAO.

6. Old Portrait of Trilyn, 2016 - They very first piece of art I posted to tumblr~ It’s not exactly how I envision Trilyn anymore, but it was still very fun to draw, and helped me get a feel for drawing him in the future. 

Dynamic Movement Pictures/”Moment’s in Time”:

1. Tabris in Arl’s Estate, 2020 - TW: blood.  I am super proud of this one.  My ultimate goal is to draw all of my Warden DAO OCs, and I could not believe I’ve never drawn my Tabris, and so here she is.  This was, in large part, practicing expressions because I absolutely love art that depicts characters in motion, or capturing some kind of expression.

2. Velyn in the Rain, 2017 - This one was actually based on some art that I saw in a Teen Wolf fic!  It was an experiment with a more expressive style (and one of the first pieces I did without lineart left in the finished version) and it was a huge step out of my comfort zone.  But overall, I am extremely happy with how it turned out.

3. Jem Nocking an Arrow, 2016 - And here is the lineart version.  This was entirely an excuse to draw my DAI baby, Jem, and to do a cool archer pose because archers are my fav, and I love characters in motion.

4. Solas Teaching Trilyn Fade Magic, 2016 - This one was a painterly picture that was also (like the Velyn picture) something which I tried to keep lineart out of.  Overall, I am proud of a lot of parts of the pic, but I think I would definitely go back over it and change a few things now if I had the patience.

5. Trilyn Closeup WIP, 2016 - TW: injury, blood, mention of abuse in the author’s note.  A lot of early pictures I have are of my OC, Trilyn, and this is one of my absolute favorites.  His entire upper body is technically in the picture, but I hadn’t finished rendering it yet, so this was what I posted.  And it was an experiment with a cross-hatching style with the pencil tool for some texture, with air brush shading and a blurring tool.  It’s a style I had fun playing around with!

6. Trilyn Blood Ritual, 2016 - TW: blood, injury (the slight cut used to supply the ritual with blood).  This one was definitely a sort of “captured moment” from a backstory I gave Trilyn, and I think what I was really going for was an atmospheric piece that could fit with any potential fic I wanted to write for Trilyn.  And then it ended up being practice for extreme lighting/shading techniques, and drawing the blood and the gross mass of demon ichor (or whatever the heck that is) turned out to be highlights of making the piece for me.

Art + Text:

1. Freedom and Control, 2020 - TW: scars, but very difficult to see.  This one was ambitious for me!  It started originally just as Solas and my Tal-Vashoth OC, Saara, facing each other, because I love the dynamic I’ve built for them in my head, but then it turned into an attempt at a tarot-esque background, and just sorta grew from there... Overall, I’m happy with how it turned out, especially with how Solas and Saara themselves turned out.  The version you can actually see a larger view is here.  

2. Marianna and Delia Codex and Art, Pt. 1, 2020 - I love writing my own codex entries, first off, and I love combining art with text to create a (hopefully) seamless work.  This work was an attempt to flesh out these OCs of mine with both art (because unique facial structures are hard for me to get down, but so important regardless) and text (because writing~).  I think it turned out well overall, but there are elements of the portraits that I might at some point touch up a bit.

3. Marianna and Delia Codex and Art, Pt. 2, 2020 - Part 2, with what I refer to as a “DAI Outfit Change” because I have always loved seeing fans show their own OCs as they look in DAO, DA2, and then finally DAI.  So I absolutely wanted to jump on that bandwagon myself.  The skin tones are a little off (and I’m sorry about that!) because I was playing with the watercolor brush at that point, and it dilutes the colors I use.  Still working to figure that out, but I was very happy with the overall lineart and structures of the faces.

4. Alistair/Aja Amell Picture with a Blurb, 2017 - Ooooold, old, old, old, OLD!  I still love the art, and I’m soooo happy with how the interaction between Alistair and Aja turned out (drawing kisses is extremely difficult for me; I always end up creating a distorted weird lip-creature, instead of realistically puckered lips...).  I’m not as happy with the blurb that went with it?  At that point, I was still very much figuring out my own DAO worldstate, and the characterization for everyone, so, eh.  Take it with a grain of salt!

Unfinished Costume Designs:

1. Ancient Elvhen Armor with Dwarven Influence, 2018 - People who do costume design work are amazing and mystical beings, and I wish I could do what they do.  This was an attempt at merging the Keeper robes from DAI with a more dwarven armor aesthetic, solely because I created an ancient elvhen character, Ceda, who was taken in by the Cad’halash dwarves mentioned in the Witch Hunt dlc, and I wanted this character to have a mix of the elven style of armor and the dwarven style.  I’m overall decently happy with it, but there’s still that persistent level of self-criticism present.

2. Herald of Andraste Outfit WIP, 2016 - This was a very old picture, not one I showed around a lot, but the idea for this was entirely born of my intense interest in how fashion and outfit designs could be used to create a symbolic image for the Herald of Andraste.  In general, I love the combination of ceremonial armor with long and flowing cloth, so that was what I went for here.  I’m still actually very proud of how this came out, and headcanon something similar for my Herald in my canon DAI worldstate.

Pencil Sketches:

1. Quick Saara Sketch, 2019 - TW: saarebas mouth scars.  Exactly what it says; very quick sketch of Saara I did in a small notebook I carry around with me.  This was basically a test for myself to see if I could manage to draw Saara with the features and facial structure I envisioned for her without needing to use a lot of references.

2. Mass Effect Character Sketch; Jesse, 2018 - Similar reason for drawing this one as the above Saara sketch!  With these characters, I love sometimes the way they can turn out with the specific character creator used for them, and when I draw them, I enjoy trying to create a definitive look for them using what I get from the CC, and my own knowledge of Hooman Faces.

3. Saara Sketch, 2017 - TW: saarebas mouth scars.  A more detailed sketch of Saara than the one above, and one I definitely put more time into overall.  It’s currently the profile picture I’m using for ao3, and is the definitive go-to reference picture I use whenever imagining Saara in a fic, or for other Saara pics I make.  I am extremely proud of this picture, and feel like I should work in graphite more often.  It’s such fun, and the texture is so nice to look at.

4. Sketch of Nameless Alamarri Woman, 2017 - This was a sketch I did of what I envisioned some Alamarri tribes to look like; I used artistic depictions of Gaul tribes and hairstyles for inspiration, and have used this as a go-to reference for my version of Alamarri tribes.  Nothing super notable about this one, but I really liked the way the shape of her face turned out.

Events and Gifts:

1. Another Scar, 2020 - TW: blood, injuries, gore.  The most recent piece of art on the list, and a gift for @cartadwarfwithaheartofgold; featuring sisterly love between Rica and fem!Brosca, which was her requested prompt.  This was a tough piece for me because of the difficulty with the lighting I dealt with.  For some reason, that one particular element of it gave me so much trouble.  Overall, I’m very happy with how it turned out, though, especially the skin tones of the sisters; Brosca I always sort of like as having this greyish, more gaunt look to her, while Rica I like seeing with a darker, richer, and warmer tone to her.  

2. A Very Cousland Christmas!, 2019 - This was for a holiday exchange for a server, and I drew a friend’s Cousland (Elissa, the girl on the left) with my Cousland (Gazza, the girl on the right).  I love kid-fic, and I love kid-art, and so I decided... baby Cousland art!  Drawing kid proportions was the toughest part, I recall, and I thiiiink it turned out well, and I’m still quite proud of it overall.  Elissa’s design came entirely from my friend, but I added the holly~

3. Exchange Gift with Dis Brosca and Mabari, 2018 - This was an exchange gift for @fanfoolishness, using her lovely Dis Brosca, and was my first real attempt at backgrounds... I struggled with the coherence of the foreground and background a bit, but I’m still very proud of how it turned out, especially with the colors I had to work with.  What I also really enjoyed working with was the lighting and the expression on Dis’s face.  Backlit subjects are always fun to play around with!

4. Inktober Picture, “Deep”, 2017 - TW: scars, injury, mentions of abuse in the author’s note/attached dialogue snippets.  This was for an Inktober prompt (the only one I’ve ever done, sadly... because I am bad with deadlines...), and again features Trilyn.  Trilyn’s backstory has him a former slave in Tevinter, and a lot of the early works I do for him are sort of deep-dives into his life there.  It’s all meant to be an exploration of the things he endures, and then those moments when he overcomes it all and takes back his own autonomy and self.  This art is definitely provocative, and I can understand if not everyone likes it, but to me, I just wanted to show just what he faces (without glorifying it) before showing the moment of his own triumph.

5. Christmas Holiday Picture with my Brosca and a Friend’s Amell, 2017 - This was a piece of art drawn first by a friend of mine, @nanahuatli~  She drew the Amell, the background, the mistletoe, etc.  All I did was add my Brosca to the mix to finish the image.  It was a lot of fun to do, 1) because it was fun trying to match her style so that the picture looked cohesive, 2) because I love doing collabs with friends, and 3) because it was just such a fun thing to imagine my surly short Brosca, looking at this weird plant/fungus/thing dangling over some puckering human!  It was an absolute joy to do this collab with her!  

6. OC Kiss Week Pic of Jem and Saara, 2017 - TW: saarebas mouth scars.  A spur-of-the-moment thing meant to demonstrate just what kind of dynamic my OC, Jem, has with my other OC, Saara (both of whom are members of Leliana’s network in DAI).  This was a very quick picture (deadlines...) and was mostly just to have fun drawing these two characters interacting, and to see if I could make them look like themselves.  I think I did a decent job with it overall, especially with Jem’s kissy-face!  (Again... drawing kisses are the bane of my existence, although hands and feet take a close second.)

[bugheadjones-the-third]

title: epiphany . summary: Fix-it Fic. After Jughead finally came back to life, Betty finds herself thinking about the time she had to live without her boyfriend. She helped fake his death, investigate possible suspects and even pretend to date her best friend, Archie Andrews— who also happened her first love. She went through a lot during the past few weeks, and now that is finally over, her heart can’t stop thinking… What if?

. a/n: okay, this is probably my first time writing a fix-it fic (unfortunately) and I've tried my best to make some justice to our beloved Bughead. If they really wanted to explore any kind of thing Betty might have felt towards Archie while she had to pretend, well… that’s how I would’ve done it. Oh, and needless to say, all that cheating crap didn’t/ won't happen. Hope you like it, and remember, #bugheadforever

Also, this is unbeta’d because I just needed it out of my system. 

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‘All I’m saying is…your secret is safe with me.’

 It had been almost a week since Cheryl said those words to her, and ever since then, Betty couldn’t seem to keep them off her thoughts. At night, while trying to sleep, she tossed and turned, pushing the covers away as she sighed like a damsel in distress haunted by her own thoughts. Her golden locks were messily splayed across her pillow, and she could only thank the superior forces for Jughead to be sleeping at the bunker that night.

He didn't deserve to be disturbed by her troubled thoughts. He didn’t deserve to lose a single minute of his precious sleep because of her, especially not when the one thing keeping her eyes open was actually asleep one window away.

Archie Andrews. Her best friend. Her first love and the one who pretended to be her boyfriend so people would believe that her real boyfriend was actually dead. They’ve spent a couple of days holding hands, sharing milkshakes and even kissing in public for the sake of their master plan, and according to Veronica, their acting had been simply perfect.

An act. That was all it was supposed to be, and it was all that really was, right? They did it for the sake of Jugead’s life, and both of them were fully aware of that the whole time they were playing lovebirds. It had all been just a big lie— one of the endless lies hidden in this small town— so why on earth was she feeling so frustrated?

She turned one last time, her eyes now facing the ceiling of the room. Her arms rested on both sides of her body over the duvet, and she could only feel herself growing more irritated by the time she was wasting with that nonsense. ”What's wrong with you, Betty?” She whispered to herself, thinking that, maybe, if she threw the words into the universe, she might actually find a logical explanation for all of those feelings. Maybe, if she could tell Jughead about it, he would find her an answer.

Yeah, right. Telling Jughead that she was actually losing sleep because her stupid heart was actually rummaging around the biggest ‘what if’ of her young life.

What if Archie hadn’t rejected her? Would they still be together? Would things have gone so smoothly as when they were pretending? And what about Jughead?

What about Jughead?

Would their friendship still be as it used to be if they hadn’t started dating? Would they still investigate all of Riverdale’s dark secrets if Archie was more present in her life? Would his life have been so different without her love?

Her eyes widened at the thought and slowly, she sat up on the bed, her legs now on the edge of the mattress. Golden hair was falling on the sides of her face, as she found herself deeper into her thoughts. Betty had never even considered how her life would’ve been if her beanie-clad knight hadn’t climbed up her window and stolen a kiss from her that day. Their lives were now so entangled that she just couldn’t picture herself without Jughead anymore.

He understands her better than anyone. He accepts her for who she really is, and their love is the only truly good thing in Riverdale. Their love is real— way more than whatever she used to feel for Archie— and even if she was now trapped in that dilemma, not even once had she doubted her love for him.

It was just… just — She couldn’t even describe what she was feeling, for god’s sake!

She has always prided herself in how well she could use words to describe her mind’s tricks in her journals, but this time, Betty was freaking out over it! She could feel her anxiety peaking, making her heart beat faster and her lungs urge for more air as she just couldn’t find the right answers for her questions. What even were her questions, to begin with? She wanted to work with facts, just like when they’re investigating things, but there was no such thing as logic in her feelings at that moment.

All she knew was that she had been moved by the time she had spent as Archie’s fake girlfriend. Even if had only been for just a couple of days, it was undeniable that she had to pretend to be everything her younger-self used to wish for. She had to pretend to be happy with her ginger neighbor while living in a world without Jughead Jones by her side, and perhaps, she allowed that stupid illusion to meddle with her reality. By not knowing how long Jughead would remain considered K.I.A, her mind began to spiral out and project herself a new, distorted future.

A future in which Jughead and her are no longer together.

Her hands were quick to cover her mouth and suddenly, a terrified expression took over her face as she was hit by that realization. Of course, she thought, quickly standing up and rushing to the drawer where she kept her photo album. She sat back on the carpet and started to go through older pics of her and the boys during their childhood, when they were always together and life was but a walk in the park during a warm, summer day.

Those really were simpler times. They had absolutely nothing to worry about and Riverdale—well, for all they knew— was still just a small town with pep. Back then, kids were still allowed to have fun and people weren’t being killed by their own neighbors. Her father was still a good man, Cheryl still had a twin brother and she was still the perfect, girl who was so young and in love with her best friend.

Her entire future had already been decided back then. While her mother had taken care of her education and what she would have to do in order to achieve the best colleges in the country, Betty herself had already written in her journals about marrying Archie and how they would manage a life of happiness and success before their thirties. That future used to be clear as the day in her naive imagination, and perhaps, that was also the future she had started to imagine during their little game of pretending.

Betty found herself to be impersonating her younger version during those days because that Betty had everything figured out. She knew what to do and where to go; and most of all, she knew everything would work out in the end. She wasn’t afraid of anything or anyone— herself included on this huge list— and perhaps, that ignorance was enough.

Enough for her to feel loved and confident, and mostly, enough for her to be happy. 

Her eyes sadly softened at a picture of her smiling next to Archie. Things would’ve certainly been easier if that fantasy future of hers had come true. She wouldn’t have cried as much as she did in the past years, and she would only have to worry about winning prom queen during her senior year. She wouldn’t be a nosy, Nancy-Drew-wannabe and instead of breaking into people’s houses to investigate their pasts, she could be just another student walking down the hallways of Riverdale High.

Who wouldn’t want a life like that? A normal life.

Her heart suddenly ached at the thought. She could feel tears threatening to pool under her eyes, and it didn’t really take her that long to reach the first and most important conclusion of the night.

She wouldn't want a life like that.

In fact, she would hate a life like that. 

Though simple and serene, a life like that would be nothing but a huge lie. If she were to follow all of her old dreams, Betty would be trapped in a world blinded by a curtain of pre-made decisions and overwhelming expectancies that she would most likely be unable to reach. And then, knowing her old-self like she does, the blonde knew it would be just a matter of time until she blew that whole facade up and got herself hurt. Really hurt. 

More than when Polly was taken away and more than when Archie rejected her after she told him about her feelings. Oh, that’s right… On that night, while wearing that pink dress that made her look like a barbie doll, her ideal life ended before it even began. She was left crying on her porch because her prince charming thought she was just too perfect for him. In all of those years of planning, she had never expected not be chosen back because she had become the supposedly best version of herself.

She used to be too much and too unreachable. Without knowing, she built a wall around herself that no one even tried to trespass in fear of never being good enough for her. She was a perfect and lonely girl who had isolated herself in her pristine world, where no one could hear her pleas.

Poor Elizabeth Cooper.

But she would be okay, right? She would eventually find someone worthy of her perfection. Eventually, she would find someone who could fit into her pretty, little world and she would finally have a brilliant, happy and simple future.

Right?

No fucking way.

She could never be happy like that. That future could never be right, and right now, as she looked at her white window, she couldn't thank him enough for saving her from her own solitude.

Right now, instead of looking at that window and thinking about her neighbor, she thinks about the boy from the wrong side of the tracks who climbed his way up to her room, called her crazy and kissed her with all the love and kindness she had been denied for ages. He wasn’t perfect and he was nothing like the man she had pictured to be her husband, but that was the best thing about him. 

He saw her as more than just that fake image she had adopted as her identity. He saw the girl behind that mask and that included all of her flaws, her passions, her scars and her peculiarities. He saw all that, and yet… He didn’t run away. Jughead Jones stayed by her side during the best and worst moments of her life, and it was the first time she felt like she was wanted.

She felt loved. 

She felt loved and excited and—damn— she felt so free. For the first time in her life, Betty was feeling everything so deeply and with such intensity that made all of that old numbness seem like a distant nightmare. Of course, there were a lot of painful moments, when her face was soaked in tears and her heart was breaking, but even that felt better than that emptiness that took over her life.

Betty could finally find some relief building up in her stomach as she looked at what was probably her favorite photo of them. Officially, that was a picture Archie and Veronica took of themselves during their Labor Day escapade, but standing there, on the background, Jughead and her were swimming together, warm bodies entangled and surrounded by the cold water; and she will always remember how much she wanted that moment to last. His blue eyes were so beautiful that day, and through them, she saw the reflection of what was certainly best version of herself.

And that version only exists because of him. He took her out of her own life so they could start something new together, and ever since that, Betty just couldn’t imagine herself wanting to go back.

So screw the simpler times— they are never coming back. Screw her expectations and all of the words she has once written in her journals. Screw her first love. It was never the love she deserved.

A bright and warm smile was now taking over her face and she had never felt lighter before. Her heart was beating faster in excitement right now and— damn it— she just felt the urge to see Jughead. She wanted to tell him everything she had just finally concluded, and more than ever, she wanted to tell him how much she loves him. Perhaps, she could go after him at the bunker, and then—

Fuck. Her eyes drifted to the digital clock on her nightstand and the green numbers were marking 3:27am. There was no way she could just go out there and wake him up after he had probably spent the whole afternoon working so hard to catch up on their studies. A wave of disappointment hit her, and through her mirror, she saw herself pouting like a contradicted, spoiled child. 

She wanted to be with him. She needed to see him and that unique beanie of his. 

And thankfully, he felt the same way.

When Betty had finally decided to put the photos back on the drawer so she could go back to bed, her ears captured the roaring of a very familiar engine right before it suddenly died out. Her eyes widened, and she wasted no time before rushing to the window to confirm the expectations of her now thrilled heart. She glanced towards the streets, and she could never describe how happy she was when she saw him taking off his helmet and leaving it on his motorcycle.

What a sight for sore eyes, she thought, as a blush crawled up her cheeks. She saw as he yawned and scratched the back of his neck, and even if she knew he was clearly tired, Betty just couldn’t keep her own excitement for herself at that moment.

That was the man she loves. The man she's going to marry.

The blonde, then, took a deep breath and wasted no time before running out of their bedroom and down the stairs so she could finally meet him. When she got down there, the red door was already been unlocked, and as soon as it was opened, her heart skipped a beat at the sight in front of her. Jughead was half asleep, with his messenger bag hanging on his right shoulder, and she saw as his eyes widened as soon as they met hers.

“Eh? Betty? It’s 3am. What are you—“

The raven haired boy didn’t even have time to finish his question before his girlfriend literally jumped on him. His keys fell on the floor and so did his bag, and as in an automatic movement, his arms encircled her waist so he could properly hold her up. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders, and her lips were already pressed to his in a strong and breathtaking kiss.

It was warm, soft, intense and it was filled with pure and sincere love. An everlasting that love that has already faced so many hardships and only grew stronger amidst the adversities. Her cheeks were blushing as her bare feet were still far from touching the ground, and the pressure of his fingertips on her small body was strong enough to make her feel safe.

He would not let her fall, she knew. And even if he did— even if, one day, he’s not strong enough— then they will fall together.

Neither of them knew how long they had remained like that, but eventually, he slowly put her down, his hands now resting on her lower back, as their eyes looked at one other. The Jones boy was left speechless, and all she could do about it was suppress the urge to laugh. If anything, she’s one of the few people in the world who are able to leave him speechless, and she can’t help but to feel proud of herself for that.

“I…You…What—“ He cleared his throat, then, closing his eyes for a couple of seconds as he finally tried to find the words she had stolen from him. “Hey, Betts. Nice to see you here."

“Hi, Jug.” She smiled. “Nice to see you, too. I thought you weren’t gonna come home tonight.”

“Yeah, I thought so, too, but I ran out of coffee there. And you know I can’t survive without it.”

“Oh, you really can’t live without your midnight coffee. Though it’s still a mystery how your stomach doesn’t complain about it.”

“Years of practice, Betts.” He smirked, his fingers unconsciously drawing circles on her hips. “But the real mystery here is why on earth are you awake, young lady?"

“I had an epiphany!” She said, a little louder than she needed to, joy clearly present in her voice.

“Oh…” His eyes widened, a mild surprise taking over his expression. “Cool, I guess? Hope it was a positive one.”

“It was a wonderful one, Jug!”

“Well, I’m really happy for you, then. And happy for me because of this unexpected and very pleasant display of affection. What was it about?”

“You.”

“Me?” He arched his brows. “Could it be that you’ve finally realized who’s the best detective of this duo?”

“Definitely not. I already know it’s me.” She smirked. “I was actually having some trouble sleeping with all of these thoughts about us, but now I’m much better.”

“Sounds really great, Betts. Do you wanna talk about it?”

“Definitely! I can’t wait for you to hear it all. I need you to hear it all.” Her eyes grew fonder at such words, and she watched as his expression mimicked her own. Jughead knew whatever had stolen her sleep was an important matter to her and if she needed him to hear all about it, then, he would. 

He wanted to. He really wanted to.

“Okay…” He started, his voice filled with tenderness and honesty. “Then let’s get inside, make some coffee and you can tell me all about it.”

"Right now?"

"Yeah. Why not?"

“Actually…” Betty said, her voice laced with a certain tone he knew way too well. “I was thinking that we could go to our room instead.”

“Do you prefer talking there?”

“Not really, but… Maybe we could leave it for tomorrow. It’s not like I’m in a hurry to tell you or anything.”

“What? But we’re both awake now. What else could be more important than that?”

“Well…” She leaned in, slowly, and whispered something only for his ears to hear. It was a fast and productive talk that, in a matter of seconds, made his eyes widen and a silly smile take over his lips. Betty, then, returned to her previous position, and she knew her words had served their purpose.

“We can certainly talk tomorrow.” He said, eagerly, leaving his belongings on the floor next to the entrance right after he closed the door behind him. The blonde let out a muffled giggle, and before she could take another step, he lifted her up to carry her upstairs. Her hands delicately cupped his cheeks, and softly, she planted another kiss on his lips.

Once more, they were just two teenagers in love, enjoying their night together. They didn’t care about anything else at that moment, and their minds weren’t even thinking about trivial things such as the future, his coffee, her mother waking up or the fact that they both had english classes in a couple of hours. 

At that moment, nothing else mattered. Nothing but their love.

And their future—oh, what a delightful adventure awaited for them.

fin.

[vventure]

Flex for Me

Pairing: Satori Tendō x fem!reader

Genre: Angst to Fluff

Word Count: 1k

All characters are aged 20+

Warnings: Slight angst, mentions of sexy times, mentions of pregnancy

A/N: This was something that came out of Haikyuu Horny Hours (I think I have this right, I’m sorry if I bungled it) on @haikyyuwu​ ‘s blog, and Kai gave me the go-ahead to write out the scenario in the pic below. I decided to have him wear boxers instead of being completely nude lol I wanted to make this gn, but I struggled with doing so, and I apologize for that! Also, I don’t think any of these things about Satori. He’s one of my favorite characters, but as someone with self-esteem issues, I understand where he’s coming from!

Tendō glared himself down in the large mirror over the sink of the master bathroom, his reflection slightly marred by the steam clinging to the smooth surface.

Even with a distorted view, he could still see his red hair and red eyes clear as day. They stared back at him tauntingly, reminding him that his appearance was a monstrosity.

And with that thought, his mind went to you. How could someone as beautiful, kind, and warm as you find him attractive. He didn’t have the looks, and he certainly didn’t have the personality.

The fact that you’d even agreed to marry him was baffling, but what astonished him the most was your desire to have a family with him some day. 

What if your kids came out looking exactly like him? What if they got none of your normal, beautiful features? What if they were absolute teasing monsters with shit-eating grins like his? What if once they were born you resented him?

Self-doubt swirled around Tendō, latching onto the steam still lingering in the bathroom and coating his naked skin in an uncomfortable layer of wet heat.

It wasn’t as if he hadn’t told you about all of his insecurities. You’d been the one to show him he was worth love, and he could never repay your patience and love. He’d even been honest about his concerns surrounding you getting pregnant, not realizing that he would offend you in the process. 

Tendō was perfect to you, both physically and emotionally and the fact that he thought you’d ever resent him for having a child that looked like their eccentric and fun-loving father made your heart clench.

“Satori?” Your muffled voice carried through the door of the bathroom, accompanied by a light rapping of your knuckles against it.

Toweling off quickly, he opened the door to a gush of cold air that pricked goosebumps all over his skin. With a deep shiver, he walked past you with a sad smile to the dresser and pulled out a pair of black boxer briefs, pulling them onto himself and turning to look into the mirror over your vanity.

Everywhere he looked he saw a monster! He willed himself not to stare his visage down again, but it was almost like a car wreck: no matter how hard he tried to look away he couldn’t.

Something shifted in the mirror, and there you were standing next to him, looking into his eyes as he took in your figure. The morning light that illuminated your frame made you look like a goddess, golden light so strong it bounced off your shining hair and nearly blinded him.

He may have hated to look at himself, but he could look at you all day.

That thought made his eyes wander back to your face, where he saw your brows furrowed and your mouth set into a line. 

“Why?”

“Why what?” He replied, one eyebrow arching into his forehead.

“Why are you beating yourself up again? I thought we talked about this.”

“It’s not that simple, [Y/n]! I can’t just--”

“Nope, I’ve heard this before, Satori,” you stopped him, walking over toward the stereo that sat in the corner of your shared bedroom. This was something that you both loved to enjoy together, and had multiple linked speakers throughout your house so you could listen to music together regardless of where you were. 

“You know how body-builders flex for audiences?” You asked as you stuck a well-used CD into the player; it was something you’d burned yourself and had all of your favorite sexy songs on it. Pony by Ginuwine immediately came on, and Satori shot you a confused look. He wasn’t in the mood for sex.

“[Y/n] I--”

“I just want to try something, we’re not doing anything sexual, just do this for me, please?”

“O-Okay,” he replied, watching you sit down in the middle of the bed while he stood at the foot of it, waiting for you to tell him what this was all about.

“Okay, jellybean, I wanna see those muscles. First pose,” you commanded, a smile spread across your face.

“I don’t know what pose you want,” he replied, his brows knitting. 

That’s when you did something that he thought would make his heart explode: you lifted your arms and flexed your biceps, fists raised into the air with a triumphant smile.

Tendō let out a snort and an eye roll, but he could never deny you when you looked that cute, so he flexed his arms like you showed him.

Immediately, you placed your pointer finger and thumb into your mouth and let out a piercing whistle while your hips swayed against the comforter along to the music.

“Second pose!” You shouted with a laugh, repositioning your arms so that one fist was pointing toward the ceiling and one was pointing toward the bed, your biceps flexed.

A weight was lifting off his chest as he mimicked your pose, a small smile playing at his lips.

“Damn! Are you single?” Came your squeal, your hands clapping together feverishly as you beamed at him, your smile lighting the room more than any morning sun could. He couldn’t tear his eyes from you, loving the way you moved your arms and body from a seated position, really feeling the music. Coming back to yourself, you caught him staring and shot him a wink.

“Ok, last pose,” you laughed out. Your fists clasped together in front of your chest and you flexed your arms and pectoral muscles as an example. There wasn’t much for you to display, but you looked so endearing while showing these poses; he wondered where you’d learned this.

The burden of his self-conscious mind was fully lifted as he performed the last pose for your giggling, clapping self, his face on fire from the sustained smile.

“I’d say you won first place,” you spoke as the song came to a close on the stereo, flipping to the next track on the disc.

“You tricky kitten, you,” he teased, leaping onto you and pushing you back against the plush bed, his lips finding yours for a deep kiss. “I love you, [Y/n].”

“I love you more, Satori.”

[shnowbilicat]

Glitz and Glamour

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~ Let your sorrows melt away ~

~ Inspired by this Song/Cover~

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Pretty much about a month ago while listening to music in the shower I got the best shower thought of all time when that Vocaloid-wanna be song came on.

What if Jack would be in FNAF Security Breach? Like, singing and dancing on stage, what would his Glamrock design look like? Then I thought on, what if Goldie had a Glamrock design? And then- what if Springy had a Glamrock design??

So yeah, let's just say I got the biggest boost of motivation in the most inconventient places X'D

BUT as soon as I could work on it (Cuz I still have work to go to n stuff) I did and with my bae @dummy-heart at my side that I could just ramble about my ideas about these three, mainly Glam Jack.

I mainly wanted Jack to be an Idol/K-/J-Pop style Glamrock and Goldie n Springy to be more Punk inspired, just cuz the song that inspired me had the same feel like sum Idol stuff and Jack is too pure not to be a cutesy Idol star. Also I just adore the charms I gave Jack's hair, it's just, yes qWq

With Springy I wanted to go the 'Golden Spring Bonnie Glamrock' style, while also getting some withered Springy and Purple Man vibes; with the orange 'scars' and the purple coloring.  I actually wanted to go with a more green/neon color instead of the orange markings, since it fits more with the withered SpringTrap that we know, but sadly the neon just didn't pop on his golden fur, so I went with a more warmer color :'3

Speaking of colors, Goldie is an interesting and fun case here. I actually just took a picture of Glamrock Freddy, color shifted the whole pic so that Freddy's fure was more like Goldie's and took the colours from there on! You might not see it at first glance, but I think that was a very smart and cool idea, hehe! I also wanted Goldie to look more like a rebel, giving him a mohawk with his highlight colors (and another bolt on his chest/stomach area, but you can't really see it in this pic) and another pair of spiky bands.

I of course tried to get myself better known with the new shading techniques (even though it's still wonky X'D) and very new thing; 'after effecting'. Aka. editing the whole picture after I'm done. Normally I keep my Photoshop file with all the seperate layers n stuff, but when I took some fotos with my phone to show it to friends, I noticed how the camera kinda 'distorted' the picture; making the shadows darker and lights lighter and it looke pretty cool. So, since I'm a media designer, I tried to remake that effect. So I copied and merged the layers, took out some tools I know my Photoshop has and ... I did it! And it looks more vibrant!! :'D

So yeah, I'm SUPER DUPER proud of this, espacially since I spent about 4-5 hours in total on this and there was pretty much a month of crazy stupid stuff in between that prevented me on working on this, plus the sudden burst of people requesting stuff that I didn't expect and wanted to get out before working on my own stuff X'D

Anyway! Please please feel free to let me know your thoughts on this piece :'3

[bandsanitizer]

How did you make your edits for the Austin Moon stuff?

hello bobby lol thank you for the ask!!! um my explaination is going to lack technical terms because i kind of just go with whatever looks right as i edit (hence some inconsistencies) but hopefully this makes sense.

to start: i do all the editing on my phone with the apps pixlr and proknockout. both are free, though they have a quite a bit of ads—they get the job done. additionally, all the original photos either came from ross lynch’s or laura marano’s instagram or a lot of google searching for the perfect picture

now the concepts for the playlists as fake albums came from me rewatching austin & ally this year and being like “wHAT HAPPENED IN THE TIME SKIP???” yknow those years between ally giving austin her book and them being on the helen show? yeah. i was like “what happened?!? i need to know” and originally i was thinking of a fic but i started also getting into the driver era and thus i thought up “what if like... austin moon had other albums?!” cos we kind of just know of his first album in canon. and then it extended to “hOLY MOLY WHAT ABOUT THEIR DUO ALBUM?!?” anyways that’s way more backstory so onto the edits

WiLdHeArT

okay so this was the simplest of the edits. basically i took this photo:

cropped it into a square, played around with some of the exposure and such to make ross look less washed out, and then rotated the image and put some text over it. the font is provided with pixlr and i chose it because it conveys how i’d kind of imagine austin moon’s handwriting. the “album” itself was meant to have a very personal/authentic aspect so i thought it fit.

for the back cover/track listing, i took this photo:

and used proknockout to crop out ross. then in pixlr, i layered it over a solid background, with some rotation. add some filters, played with lighting, then blurred the whole image before adding the text on top. definitely one of the more rushed back cover edits.

ECLIPSE

okay so i had fun with this! the front cover comes from this original photo from some magazine shoot the driver era did (i think it was MOOD but i can’t remember)

this “album” was intended to capture a darker side to austin moon’s music and i really love ross’ harley hair so i had to go with brunet ross lynch. in pixlr i cropped to a square, did a lot of filtering to have cooler tones (matching the darker feel of the playlist) and then played with a filter that adjusts texture. after that, i layered the image over itself with adjustments to size and position to get that distorted effect. then i added the font and such lol

for the back cover the original came from pexels which is a royalty/copyright free image site

basically to match the title i wanted to utilize an eclipse image. i played around a lot with how i wanted the track listing to be. eventually i figured it out, put the text down with pixlr, and then played with filter and exposure and such to get the bluish glow that matches the front cover edit along with a warmer tone for the background. then i used a filter that inverted the colors to get the contrasting blue-black side. then i used proknockout’s collage option to put the two together—kind of to convey the crossing-paths aspect of an eclipse.

last step was going back into pixlr and if you look closely, it’s not just a solid background. it actually has several lines of the text “there’s no way i could make it without you do it without you be here without you” which is an oblivious reference to the austin & ally theme song. it’s meant (in this au of sorts) to be austin giving recognition to ally’s impact in his life and career on an album that marks a step away from his past. ANYWAYS! the text just has very very low opacity to make it blend better.

where you are

this one i think i had the most fun and the most trouble with because i could NOT find a nice image of both ross and laura. thus i had to search to find the right images. bc tumblr is limiting me to 10 images total on this, i’m only including one of the two images of laura i used. they’re both from the same photo shoot and screenshots from one of her recent instagram posts. the images of ross/base photos for the edits came from the driver era instagram.

okay so front cover edit took this phot of laura:

and used proknockout to crop her out of the background. then i used pixlr to layer it into this image of ross to kind of make it appear as if she’s standing behind the piano:

which you can see in the final edit! then i layered black squares, erasing majority of their inside, to get those black frames throughout the edit. finally i added text. originally I had a logo concept for austin & ally but then thought the simple font looked much better for the concept of the album—which was meant to convey their maturity as artists. also played around with the coloring and shadows and exposure.

finally for the back cover, i cropped this image (sorry rocky):

and used proknockout to take an image of laura sitting and layer it onto the driver era image. then i played with some exposure and filters to get laura’s lighting to match that of the original image. after realising the pic of laura was way higher in quality than ^this, i blurred it A LOT. then i used the same technique with the black squares, only this time lowering the opacity a bit. then i went with a font that was a bit more playful to set up the track listing. “two in a million” was left as a bonus track since it’s not on the playlist because it’s not on spotify.

and yeah! that’s how the edits were done! they were honestly a lot of fun and sparked by the playlists i made towards the beginning of this year. they all had a few different versions LOL but anyways, thank you for asking! i had fun sharing and i hope you enjoyed the playlists, the edits, and/or this explaination! sorry it’s not too technical!

[kiwi-stan]

Harry wasn’t the type to beg for nudes, and he was certainly never the type to pressure you for them. But tour got long, you trusted him completely, and you knew he kept them in a locked folder on his phone and had sworn never to show them to anyone. So, when he texted you one day in the middle of tour asking for pictures, you obliged. You pulled on lingerie that you knew he liked, and stood in front of your mirror for the better part of half an hour trying to take a few decent pictures.

Once you were finally satisfied, you pulled up the photos you’d just taken and scrolled through them, trying to find the best ones to send to Harry. As you did, you frowned. None of the photos looked stellar. You knew no one really looked their best in artificial light, but over your dead body were you trying to take sexy selfies with the window open. You also knew that the mirror distorted things and then the camera did even further, but you were still quite unhappy with what you saw. You hadn’t been sleeping as well with Harry gone, you were so used to him snoring next to you it was impossible to fall asleep without it. Your tiredness was evident in your face, even though you’d applied more makeup than usual and had spent extra time on your hair. You’d gained a little weight since he had left, for a few reasons. You usually worked out and cooked together, and Harry’s health nut habits both motivated you and kept you on track. Cooking for just one person was no fun, so you’d largely been eating out or eating one-portion microwave meals. It wasn’t that noticeable, but staring at yourself in the photos you were all too aware of how big your thighs looked and how your stomach hung over the waistband of your panties.

Staring at the stretch marks and cellulite and a tiny part of you knew were barely visible but seemed all too prominent, you sighed. You couldn’t send these to Harry. Though he’d made it clear that he loved your body as it was, that was only when he’d seen it in person. Somehow in a photo it seemed so much worse. An idea sparking in your mind, you quickly downloaded an app that you’d heard lots of people mention but never used. You opened Facetune, using it to erase all of the imperfections you saw, the circles under your eyes, the marks on your body, as well as making yourself look a little thinner.

Finally happy with what you saw, you sent the edited photos off to Harry and waited nervously for a response. You’d sent pictures before, but they had always been of you as you were, never editing them. You weren’t sure if he would notice or not. When you received a simple Baby back, you knew. He’d noticed. Did you edit those? Another text came before you could send a response. I mean you look beautiful, but you always do. You were still working on a response when another text came. Send me one unedited. Please. I want to see that.

You sighed. As if sensing your hesitation, Harry sent a few more texts. That’s really what I want to see. You as you are. And but if you don’t want to you don’t have to. It was sort of like reverse psychology, once Harry said you didn’t have to, you wanted to. Pulling up one of the original pictures, you sent it to Harry before you could second guess yourself. You were rewarded with several heart eyes emojis, followed by a Wow. Then You’re gorgeous with more heart emojis, and finally a I’m so lucky. Feeling more confident now, you sent a few more of the unedited pictures. Harry responded with a picture of him clutching his chest and looking overwhelmed, which made you laugh in spite of yourself. Baby, I know you don’t like dick pics but I’m so fucking hard right now.

Phone sex? You responded, feeling light years better than you had earlier. You marveled at how Harry could make you feel so much better from so far away. Not even thirty seconds passed before your phone was ringing.

[moshymosh]

Feel the beat of my heart 3

Photo credit: First pic: Late Night Discoveries via tumblr, (Found it on WeHeartIt, and the credit was given to them.) Second pic: dont-try-to-pursue-the-happines on tumblr (Found this on WeHeartIt as well, the credit is listed to this person.)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Deaf!Enhanced!Reader

Series Warnings: SMUT, Past abusive relationship, depression/ depressing themes/thoughts, Fluff, Angst, Mutal Pining

Warnings: Mentions of domestic violence (massive trigger warning, please read the A/N.) Slight Fluff, Panic attacks, mentions of some non-domestic violence, Angry Bucky

A/N: If you’re in a domestic violence situation, there are people who want to help you get out of that. Here is the domestic violence hotline number 1-800-799-7233 (this is the US one I could not find the one for Canada and the UK) In NO way am I trying to make fun of the victims of these situations, its a very real thing. I want to give hope to those that are in these types of situations, give them hope that you can get out. That being said this is the third part, this part is a doozy I had a little trouble writing the ending because it made me think of all the men and women and non-binary people who feel as if they can’t escape something like that. Some feedback about this part is really encouraged due to not getting many likes on the last part, if the same happens here this may be put on hold for a later time or never picked up again. Again here is the Hotlines number 1-800-799-7233

Y/N woke up to the lights flickering in her bedroom, a glance at her clock on the side table told her it was two in the afternoon, getting up with a sigh, she went to the panel on the wall. When she got there, the screen lit up with the picture version of F.R.I.D.A.Y. who greeted her.

"Good morning, Y/N. My records say that today is Y/B/D. So Happy Birthday Y/N. This series of flashing lights is to let you know that your presence is requested in the gym. Steve said that they want to see how much training you require to get you mission ready. There will be an interpreter there, so there is easy communication between your teammates." A.I. signed to her. F.R.I.D.A.Y. gave her directions to the gym, and Y/N went to her closet to get changed into workout gear instead of her embarrassing bunny slippers, old pink Juicy sweatpants and matching pink shirt.

Y/N was walking into the gym as she pulled her hair up into a messy bun on top of her head, her black hearing aids visible. She noticed the interpreter and went over to greet her, and the whole team minus Tony, Clint, and Banner. Peter was off at school.

"Hello, I'm Y/N." She signed her sign name and spelled it out, so the female interpreter, Sarah, knew what to call her. "What's up? I was told to come here by F.R.I.D.A.Y." Little did Y/N know that this interpreter was also the A.S.L. teacher that Tony hired to teach them.

"We want to see what all you can do, minus the full extent of your powers. We know you can feel the vibrations of the people in the room, even without them moving and without seeing them." Steve said, and the interpreter followed along with him, telling Y/N what he had said.

"Ok. Where do you want me, and who all am I supposed to be fighting?" Y/N signed with a small smirk on her face, thinking about the self-defense classes she took after her ex got arrested. Sarah relayed what she signed.

"Just stand in the middle of that large mat, and you'll be fighting all of us." Steve said, watching Y/N take off her hearing aids, the sound as she took them off her ears, almost like the sound of microphone feedback before she switched the power off. She walked her way to a small table that held towels and water bottles, setting the black pair against the table's surface.

"Don't let me forget those. They might be old, but I paid a lot of money for them, and I don't want to lose them." Y/N signed to Sarah so that she would remind her about them. When she got a nod from Sarah, she turned in walked to the middle of the mat, stretching her shoulders and neck as the team formed a large circle around her. She looked at Steve signing as she closed her eyes, knowing Sarah would say her words for her. "Bring it on then."

As she closed her eyes, she automatically distinguished who she was fighting from all the people in the room. She felt one presence sprinting towards her, their hands raised as if to punch her. She grabbed their wrist when they got in range of her and sent an uppercut to their jaw, sending them flying onto their back all within an instant, barely breaking a sweat. She continued fighting all her teammates, all while keeping her eyes closed, moving around smoothly as if she was doing this with her eyes open. She was countering whatever attacks were thrown her way and so on.

Y/N huffed as she felt Sarah's hand on her shoulder, knowing to open her eyes. When she did, she looked at all her teammates lying on the floor around her, and her eyes gravitated to Bucky, who was laid on the floor in a starfish position looking dazed as he panted softly. Steve was the first one up, rubbing his jaw and neck as he walked over to her. At this motion, she deduced this was the person who she sent an uppercut straight to his jaw.

"If I were a normal person, my jaw would've been broken." He said, smiling widely. Y/N looked at Sarah and grinned.

"I'd say she doesn't need a lot of training, maybe only on how to shoot a gun if needed." Tony said as he came up behind her squeezing her shoulders. Y/N flinched slightly and tried to shrug it off as she was stretching, but everyone noticed, minus Bucky, who was still on the floor.

"Is Bucky ok?" Y/N signed and looked at the lump of a man that was Bucky on the floor which held up the universal sign for 'i'm good." At this, Y/N giggled and nodded as she headed back to her hearing aids. She slid the molds into one ear and fitted the rest around her ear, turning the first one on, she pushed the second one into her other ear, knowing that the other one would sync up to the beginning. Y/N started making a clicking noise as she adjusted the sound volume on the first hearing aid. Once it set right, she looked at everyone who looked at her with questioning looks on their faces, even Bucky, who was now propped up on his elbows.

"What?" Y/N signed as she looked around at everyone.

"Why did you make that clicking noise when you were messing with your hearing aids?" Natasha asked. Natasha knew that it was unusual to hear because Clint didn't do that when he turned his on.

Y/N's face held a smile as she looked down bashfully, looking back up she started to sign." I was adjusting the volume on them because when I turn them off, they automatically go back to no sound. Part of it's because they're old and part of it's because they're broken. I click because if I can hear the clicks with the hearing aids, I know I set it loud enough, but since my sounds are different than yours. All your voices are much louder than my clicks."

Everyone nodded in understanding before Tony held a finger up. "I can make your hearing aids for you."

Y/N shook her head "No because you'll make them so powerful that I'll hear if Sam farts five stories away from me." She signed with a laugh, everyone following her. A "Hey!" coming from the man mentioned above. "If you make me some, make them the same as these just not as shitty."

Bucky was now stood up, giving a knowing nod at Tony. Bucky took a deep breath then signed, not as well as Y/N and Sarah but well enough for someone who only had one long class of A.S.L. "Want to go to the kitchen, we can all sit and chat there."

Y/N looked at him, her mouth agape, eyes wide in shock at the fact he was signing at her, she then turned a look to Tony. Who, with everyone in the room began to spell out their names in the A.S.L. alphabet.

"Woah Woah Woah! Time out! Whose idea was this, and who taught you in what a matter of a couple of hours?" Y/N signed out her hands, shaking from excitement and shock. She looked at Sarah, who raised her hand.

"I taught them." Sarah signed.

"It was my idea." Bucky signed as he came up beside Sarah He grinned as Y/N's hands came up to cover her mouth, physically saying a muffled and distorted 'Oh My God.'

After the shock was over, the whole team headed to the kitchen that was attached to the common room. All the way, Y/N had a full conversation in sign with Bucky. The two were shyly throwing flirts back and forth in their discussion. When Y/N stepped into the room, being that she and Bucky were the last to leave the gym. She looked at the dimmed lights and then to the faint glow of Pepper, with the help of Tony, holding a large cake that had "Happy Birthday Y/N!" written on it with lit candles dotted around the cake.

Y/N began to shake with fear, a panic attack soon hitting her as she shook her head side to side, tears streaming down her cheeks. She began to back out of the kitchen into the hallway, signing "No." over and over. Bucky looked at her, then the cake making a connection. He then slid around in front of her. Her back was now facing the room as she struggled to calm her breathing.

"Hey, Y/N," Bucky said softly, knowing she could hear him with the help of the amplifiers in her ears Y/N looked up at the tall man who was now soothingly rubbing her upper arms up and down. He pulled his hands back, formulating the signs in his head. "Is it the cake or candles?"

Y/N signed a shaky "Candles." Bucky relayed the information to the shocked group of people still surrounding the pair holding the cake. Tony then quickly blew the candles out and removed them before setting the cake on the counter. Bucky steered Y/N to the couches and sat with her, beginning to rub her back in circles as her panic began to subside.

The team began to sit down around her, in worry for the shook up girl who was curled up on the couch, knees tucked up under her chin. When Y/N felt like she was sufficiently calmed, she untucked her knees and looked down at her friends. "Something happened to me involving candles." She said, folding her hands down on her lap, looking at Bucky for some comfort, wishing he could engulf her into a tight hug and never let go.

Y/N sighs as she looks back down at her hands. Bucky could sense her discomfort and continued to rub soothing circles on her back in an attempt to calm her down and comfort her.

"Hey Y/N, you don't have to tell us if you're not comfortable." Natasha signed to her when Y/N finally looked up.

Y/N shook her head, signing, "No, It's fine. I think it's time I told someone what had happened. I didn't have anyone to tell. I never told my own family the whole story, and I even told them that it was my fault about the bruises and broken bones. I trust you guys." Y/N looked around at all the new friends she amassed recently. "I dated a man about two years ago. Before I moved to New York. Like any relationship that escalates to domestic violence, it started ok." She took a shaky breath and continued

"Then everything turned for the worst about around the one year mark. We moved in with each other, and my silent life became a loud nightmare. My pained screams fell on deaf ears of people who could very much hear them." Y/N rubbed her hands together in an attempt to calm her startled nerves of thinking back on the memories of her time with the man. She looked over at Bucky, who gave her a sad smile and nodded his head slightly, mouthing 'It's ok.'

"The night I got him arrested was on my birthday two years ago. He decided he wanted to play a 'Joke' on me." Y/N signed putting air quotes around the word joke. " He pushed my face into the cake, I know it would've been funny if I was with anyone else but him. He put those stupid trick candles on it, the ones that you can't blow out." As Y/N signed, this Bucky looked at her face noticing the silvery signs of a scar that he never saw before. Bucky began to grow angry at the sight, having to unclench his fist that wasn't rubbing her back in fear of breaking his hand.

"The left side of my head caught on fire... " She trailed off as she took another shaky breath " He just laughed, but he was an idiot. He didn't notice that I had someone install security cameras around the apartment."  Y/N smiled at the memory of the look of shock on her ex-boyfriend's face when she told the officers about the cameras and where to find the backup videos. If he wasn't in handcuffs, she was sure at the time that he would've killed her.

"I had them installed because some of my more valuable things started to go missing. It turns out that my ex and his buddies were pawing my stuff for drug money." She felt Natasha laugh beside her and smiled back at the redhead who looked at her with smug pride at her actions.

"I got out with my life and my mental state semi-intact." Y/N signed and then turned her head to show everyone who had the looks of a mixture of anger at the man who could do things to someone so kind and pride at her actions to get away from that type of person. Y/N turned her head to the right so that the left side of her face was to the group and lifted her Y/H/L Y/H/C out of the way, revealing her burns scars. These scars covered the left side of her temple and spread back to just past her left ear. The silver scars and the bald spot from the scars that reached into her hair on full display for her new family. "My hair will never fully grow back in that spot if it grows back at all."

Bucky felt the anger he still held in his body towards the man who hurt Y/N, subside slightly at the pride he felt for her brave actions and how she always holds herself high after all the hardship her ex put her through. At the sight of her scars, he itched to kiss the silvery lines and run his fingers through her hair. He wanted to do this in hopes that he could ease some of her pain away, to give her form of comfort. He suppressed the feeling because they were not a couple, as much as they both wished they were. Bucky had no idea of Y/N feelings for him and Bucky's feelings for her.

Y/N was saying thank you to whatever gods and their saints that blessed her with the comforting feeling of Bucky's warm hand rubbing soothing circles on her back, that's what grounded her to complete her story without panicking and crying again. Bucky was smiling at her as she leaned into his touch, giving him a sideways hug. Bucky knew the feeling of how perfectly Y/N's body fit up against him that he was thoroughly in love with her.

Bucky vowed to himself and her, at that moment, that nothing would ever hurt her again if he had a say in it.

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A/N Pt 2 : I know I made the reader put her hair up in the gym, everyone could have seen the scars but they way I wanted to write it and hopefully achieved that, is that they were too busy to notice it, or thought that it wasn't important or caused by her hearing aids

[thechocoboos]

Cor with a Daughter HC

Hey guys, it’s ya girl, thechocoboos, here to deliver some Cor HC bc he’s great! 

In this scenario, that weird fucker Verstael makes female clones alongside the normal ones (so yes there are female MTs in this AU) and Cor steals one when he takes baby Prom away, so uh... It’s a mess, but it’s a cute mess.

So Cor was the one who stole baby Prompto away right? Right. So, turns out, Verstael made a female clone as well (that also means that in this au there are female MTs)

And guess what? Cor stole one of those too.

Just picture this: a scuffed up, young Cor Leonis on the run from the Empire with two little blond, freckled babies in his arms. I know. It’s cute.

Anyways

Cor knew he was supposed to return both babies, but the second he looked into the girl’s cornflower blue eyes, he knew he couldn’t give her up

It hurt enough to give up the boy after getting so attached in only a few days, but when she looked into his eyes, he vowed he’d raise her as his own

She had been so calm, merely sucking on her thumb while her brother (what he could only assume was her brother) was wailing his adorable little head off

Even so, he saw the fear in her sparkling blue eyes and promised that she would never have to feel that fear again; Papa Cor was gonna raise her in a safe environment

And he did.

He turned baby Prompto over and had to watch as he was put in the foster system, but he quietly adopted the girl as his own with no one knowing where she came from save for Regis and Clarus

Everyone else? Well, he simply told them that she was the niece of a distant relative that was unable to care for her

“Aww, that’s so sweet of you!” or “Aw, look at you bein’ a big ole softee.” is what everyone said, and it was always followed by, “What’s her name???”

“Poppy.” she may be the same poppy from the actor au but who knows

Papa Cor raised Poppy well

He always gave her the best toys and always, always left work early so he could pick her up from daycare with a warm smile and all

He’d pick her right up in his arms, earning a cute bubble of laughter from her and he’d ask, “How was my little princess’s day?”

All the women in the area swooned (me too)

Unfortunately, it wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows

In the beginning, Cor was terrified. He had no idea how to raise a child, and he didn’t even have baby furniture for a week (not to mention his apartment wasn’t babyproofed either like y i k e s)

He only survived through the help of his elderly neighbor, Gertrude. She was the mother of four kids and had more grandkids than he could count

But she was always willing to help him. “It’s not often that I see a single dad tryin’ to make it on his own like this,” She told him a couple months after he adopted Poppy, “But it always warms my heart to see a young father trying so hard. Keep it up, young man.”

And he did.

He stuck through it--through the potty training, through the tears, tantrums, incessant babbles and the waking him up in the middle of the night

He stuck through it all and never regretted it

When Poppy said her first words, he practically shouted for joy and even called Regis and Clarus up and the day after? Oh man, the trainees were scared to see such a smile on Cor’s face (he actually went easy on them that day so it was pretty nice for them)

Cor kept pictures of her in his office and always had a small pic of her in his wallet and i swear to you, if he ever had the chance to bring her up in conversation, he would brag and brag away

Poppy really liked reading and wasn’t a big fan of athletics or fighting, much to Cor’s relief

He tried keeping her away from politics and such, didn’t want her questioning too much, ya know?

Still, he knew he’d have to teach her basic combat, just in case (plus he knew one day she’d start dating and he didn’t trust those teenage boys…)

And he did. And surprisingly, as much as Poppy hated it, she was really, really good at it

Cor figured her out-of-nowhere skills at combat were due to the Empire, but he was more relieved than not that she hated fighting; it gave him some reassurance that she wouldn’t ever abuse her skills

Although it wasn’t a big concern in the first place, his daughter was pretty damn soft-spoken and shy; she hated conflict and fighting more than most

Overall, she was a tame kid

She followed the rules, listened well, was a fantastic student… Honestly, Cor counted himself lucky that she was such a good kid

Although whenever he mentioned it to Clarus, Clarus would only chuckle and say, “Yeah, you raised her that way, Cor.”

It always seemed strange to him, that he--a gruff, tough soldier--could raise someone so sweet and shy, but there many more moments where all he felt was pride--pride for himself and pride for his daughter

Still, Poppy had her faults: she had too big of a heart for her own good

She was always trying to bring in hurt animals or asking if they could get a dog or a cat (Cor ended up relenting when she was 10; they ended up with an elderly cat named Haggus and Poppy swears he’s the kindest cat ever)

And then there was her trusting nature. She was incredibly trusting and understanding; Cor was terrified that she’d get taken advantage of one day (all though, deep down, he knew she wouldn’t. At the end of the day, she was a Leonis and he raised her to be reasonable and carry a healthy amount of suspicion)

Sometimes when she was still little, he would worry about her getting into some shit or something going wrong and when he did, it would bug him in the back of his mind until he went to pick her up from daycare (he always gave her tighter hugs on those days)

Cor raised Poppy as his own, but he also told her that she was, in fact, adopted when she was around 11. He didn’t want her to find out through someone else and he wasn’t sure how much longer he could avoid questions about her mom or the strange barcode tattoo (he always told her to keep the barcode covered, and he was always so firm about it that she never dared to do otherwise)

Of course, he didn’t tell her the entire truth. Yes, she was adopted, but he still stuck by the story that she was the niece of a distant relative and eventually, Poppy stopped asking

And as previously mentioned, Cor kept Poppy out of politics and the Citadel

Like, there were a few times when she went to balls or social events (and everyone would always coo over how cute she was) and sometimes Cor might take her to work with him (when she was young), but outside of that, she was never really in the Citadel, not even when Cor was training her

However, whenever she was there, she ended up being around Noctis

There weren’t very many kids there besides her and Noct--sometimes Iggy (maybe Gladio, but he was always with the adults), so they often ended up hanging out

She’d see Gladio around here and there, too, and was pretty curious about him, but Noctis was always super reluctant to go talk to Gladio (let’s face it, Gladdy was probably a dick as a kid and tried to act older than his actual age, so basically, no fun for Noct)

They’d giggle together and run around the Citadel, playing games and goofing off while the adults went around with their boring chatter

Despite how much fun they had, those few social events a year were the only times they saw each other and as they got older, Poppy was able to stay at home instead of attending

So then, they stopped seeing each other at all

Cor always felt a little bad whenever she would ask about Noctis, but he was determined to keep Poppy and work separate (something he was very good at doing)

Still, despite all of Cor’s attempts, Poppy and Noct ran into each other again in high school

They were pretty quick to befriend each other again after a few weeks of awkward small talk, and when Cor found out, he couldn’t help but feel a tad annoyed (I mean, he’d been trying to keep her away from politics and shit for years)

Of course, through Noct, Poppy got to know Ignis very well (he was often in the background of those damn social events when they were kids, so they knew each other existed for sure)

Ignis was fairly fond of Poppy. He always said that she might be a good influence on Noctis.

Gladio was aware of Poppy and she was aware of him, and tbh, they thought the other was pretty damn cute but they never really interacted beyond group outings that centered around Noct (tho they would become surprisingly close down the line)

And Prompto? It was a bit of a weird thing

In summary: their first meeting was weird as fuck

Noct was the first one to befriend Prom, and the first time they properly met, he was absolutely S H O O K

Prompto was so similar to Poppy. They had the same freckles, the same cornflower blue eyes, same shade of hair… They even seemed to have the same inflections in their voices

The longer Noct was around Prompto, the more similarities he saw between him and Poppy and tbh… it weirded him out

And theeen… Then, there was the day that Prompto and Poppy met

Noct offhandedly mentioned that Prompto would be joining them at the arcade, to which Poppy eagerly agreed. Noct had mentioned Prom quite a bit, so at that point she figured that she should meet him

“Oh! I found Prom!” Noct said later, nodding his head towards Prompto’s familiar silhouette, “Hey, Prom!”

Prompto turned around of course, beaming as he walked closer to them in the arcade, “Hey, Noct! And you’re Poppy, ri-” He froze when he saw her

Her mouth was open to speak, but she couldn’t help but freeze when she saw him only a few feet away

It was like looking at a weird, distorted version of herself

Noct kept glancing between them, “Shit, I didn’t realize how similar you guys were until now.”

Luckily, it broke whatever weird spell they were under

Prompto managed to laugh it off and they had a quick, very awkward introduction before moving onto the arcade

It was strange and surreal for both Poppy and Prompto, and honestly, at first? Awkward as hell

They didn’t talk much to each other and seemed to be avoiding one another as best they could

Poppy even ended up going home earlier than planned, giving Noctis an apologetic smile and saying something about how her dad wanted her to help him with some pie (Cor hated pie so it was a bald-faced lie)

That evening, Cor could tell something was up

“Thought you’d be out with the Prince until pretty late.”

Poppy tried to dismiss his statement with a shrug, but Cor’s steady gaze and open silence pushed her for more info. “Just wasn’t feeling it. Met another one of his friends and it was kinda weird, ya know? His name’s Prompto and he’s plenty nice enough but…”

It clicked into place, and with a stoic nod, Cor didn’t ask any more questions. Internally, however, he was beating himself up

He knew very well it was the same Prompto he stole from the Empire with Poppy and he knew something like this would happen with her hanging around the Prince so often

It was only a matter of time before she pieced together some kind of connection and honestly? Cor wasn’t sure what to do when she did

Luckily for Cor, it was a long time before that happened

In the meantime, however, Poppy and Prompto somehow got over their awkward avoidance of each other (it was defo thanks to Noctis)

They ended up clicking very well. They’d finish each other’s sentences, laugh at the same damn stuff, freak out at the same things, and they were absolutely fantastic at teaming up together

Simply put, they became best friends. Noctis and Ignis were surprised at how well they got along, especially after the rocky start to their friendship, but at that point, they were practically stuck at the hip

Cor was uneasy as hell when it came to Prompto

There were times when Poppy’s friends were over and he was strangely tense (although he would always tell Poppy it was just at surprise at seeing the Prince in his apartment with his advisor and bodyguard)

Still, it was only a year before Noct left for his marriage to Lunafreya that Prom and Poppy found out about their barcodes

They had been goofing around like normal before deciding to try their hand at making cheesecake in Poppy’s kitchen

She didn’t want to get her long sleeves dirty and rolled them up, figuring that Prompto wouldn’t notice her wrist in their goofing around

Unfortunately, there were a few minutes of comfortable silence when he did

And boy did he clam up

“Uh… Poppy, is that uh, a tattoo?”

Poppy freaked out about it of course, “Uh, no--it’s just one of those fake stick-on tattoos ya know?” She had tried to lie her way out of the situation

“Oh--that's, that’s cool…” He didn’t believe it completely, “But,” but he had to try, right? “I actually have a similar one! Haha,”

“You do?” The seriousness in her voice was enough to cut all humor out of the room

“Y-yeah,” and he showed her.

Poppy felt the closest to understanding her damn tattoo than she’d ever felt before

Neither of them knew what it meant, but they felt an intense sense of solidarity and there was an unspoken pact between them from then on

They never really spoke about it for a long time, and Poppy never asked Cor. She was almost too scared to; she didn’t know what it meant and didn’t want to break their small family apart trying to figure it out

When she finally did find out, she was worried that Cor secretly hated her and that she was an abomination

Of course, Cor ended that pretty quickly. She ended up having a breakdown one night, and it was all Cor could do not to break down with her

He knelt down to look her in the eyes, holding onto her hands with his own just like whenever she fell as a kid and he wanted to cheer her up

“Poppy, you’re my daughter. I took you from that place and raised you myself. The second I looked you in the eye, you had me wrapped around your little finger. I could never hate you, not for spilling my favorite beer or waking me up when you were little, and definitely not for where you came from. You’re my kid, Poppy, and nothing’s gonna change that.” He managed to give her a shaky smile and earn one from her too, wrapping her in a big, comforting hug and making all of her worries disappear

“I love you, dad.”

“Love you, too, kiddo.”

Look i just love this ok. Give Me Papa Cor or Give Me Death.

B/c I’m a slut for a happy ending: Poppy did go on that road trip with the bros but guess what?

Luna lived, Noctis lived, they both got married and had some cute kids

Poppy ended up in a relationship with Gladdy (he kind of fell in love with how cute and sweet she was, plus the fact that if she had to she would kick his ass--which she did on multiple occasions)

Cor became a grandpa and both loved and hated it. He also never stopped giving Gladio hell.

Prompto married a swell gal and had some kids. Auntie Poppy spoiled them rotten btw

Regis and Clarus were proud Grandpapas, Iris and Poppy got along really really well (Iris said that if Gladio didn’t marry Poppy then she would)

Ardyn lived and became a weird trash uncle who spoiled the family kids and no one knows where he got his fortune from

Anyways, everyone lived happily ever after

Hope you guys enjoyed and let me know if you want some more realistic plot hc!