#anyway yeah I'm trying out personal practice stuff :] and it's been going good and I'm enjoying it although I'm still sorta skeptical

[isa-ghost]

Hm ok not sure how to write this post but it's a fun thing and I've been wanting to gush about it for weeks. Uhhh

Achievement Unlocked: Finally found something that's pushed me closer to agnostic than atheist??

Basically, I was seeing an obnoxious, totally inexplicable amount of hawks and corvids in my area irl, especially whenever I was stressed. So I asked all my witchy friends about it (one was straight up born into a coven, it's fuckin sick 🤩) and they sent me some stuff those animals symbolize.

And then I asked about what deities/entities they're associated with. They sent me a short list, so I started looking into each one to see if I felt a strong pull to any of them. One of them was Apollo, the Greek God of [A Lot of Cool Shit]. Right away, I clicked with him. The god of truth, prophecy, healing, the arts. It's all stuff that matters a lot to me. I especially found it fascinating he's said to be a protector of the young, and I, a psych major, want to be a therapist of some sort (read: healer) specifically for teenagers. He's also Known for being incredibly bisexual, and even though I'm pan, my sexuality is still a huge part of me. And a lot of other things about him clicked with me too, both big things like my career goal and my identity, and small insignificant things like the fact that he's a Sun God and I'm a Fire Sign. There were way too many coincidences and connections I was making to myself while reading about him to just think nothing of it. Most damning of all, hawks and corvids are said to be his messengers. If that wasn't a "Hello Isa I've been trying to contact you about your car's extended warranty" moment, I don't know what is. So I said fuck it, I'm gonna give working with him the way my witchy friends work with their deities/entities a try.

It's been like three weeks now? And I haven't done much but I'm really happy about the concept of it all. I see hawks and crows a lot still, especially when I'm stressed or upset (One morning I was getting roadrage omw to school and I shit you not, I watched a hawk land on a street lamp and there was a crow sitting on the very next one. I couldn't help but laugh). I got myself a necklace with a crow on it because I don't really have a space to do formal practice type stuff. And last night I had my wife do a tarot reading for me, and the gist of it was "you have a budding relationship, it's a good thing and it'll help you, nurture it with all the creative freedom you like and be chill about it." Which is basically what I've already been doing.

But my favorite part of this wild ass development is that I realized while reading up on Apollo that my whole life I've thought of or spoke about something and then it either happened or something related to it would suddenly show up in my life right after. I don't believe in ✨️manifesting✨️ and holy shit I'm not calling myself psychic whatsoever, but this weird coincidence thing has been happening to me as long as I can remember and I've been noticing it even more after looking up Apollo, both irl and in my dreams. I think Apollo's dodgeball being my favorite Tumblr meme before this all happened to me is making a comedic amount of sense now.

I'm still pretty skeptical of most religious practices because I just. Am one of those people, I guess. And I had Catholicism shoved down my throat by my dad as a kid, AND I'm queer, so I have a Bad relationship with the concept of religion as it is. But this feels right, and it's fascinating to me, and the idea that these weird happenstances in my life could be a figure that represents several things that make up my core values and my identity trying to get my attention feels really touching. It feels like something wanted my attention so badly, and I've been happier since I gave it a chance.

TLDR: After consulting my witchy friends about some weird shit that keeps happening to me irl, I did some light research and figured out I feel a strong connection to the god Apollo. He represents a lot of things that matter to me and the concept has made me a lot happier recently. And I'm pretty sure he's given me minor dodgeball privileges. I'm finally invested in some form of religious practice, and best of all its one I kinda get to just make my own because it's not an organized one.

So if yall need a dodgeball thrown at something, maybe I got you. 👈🏻👀👈🏻

[yashirawr]

katsuki, shouto and izuku with a reader who is like giselle from enchanted !!

bnha main three x gn!giselle!reader.

type: headcanons, fluff (& a splash of angst if you squint reaaaally hard)

warnings: kissing, a bit of cursing bc bakugou is here but otherwise so much fluffy fluff ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭ reader's quirk is not mentioned per se.

a/n: hi, sweet people !! i've been practicing my english skills to write and expand my vocabulary but i'm still not quite good, so i apologize if you see something misspelled :c i accept criticism !! ok, so, yesterday i saw enchanted and disenchanted and realized how much i wanna be like giselle haha and when i looked for fanfiction with a giselle-like reader i was left heartbroken since i didn't find any TT so i took it upon myself to write something, hope you like this <3

♡ ୭̥ ° bakugo katsuki

this boy is known for showing his hate for sweet things, yet no one – not even him – is able to comprehend why you're the exception.

since the first day of school he can tell you're going to be more annoying than all the other extras. randomly humming and singing, using smooth arm movements as if you came from a fairytale.

you look harmless, a stupid pushover. his only comfort is that you won't get in his way.

or that's what he thinks.

because with time, he starts seeing more of you. his gaze starts to linger whenever you're around, putting careful attention to your actions, your expressions. wide eyes and radiant smile, always trying to spread kindness and love, so genuine; you're like an open book.

katsuki's rough, katsuki's loud, katsuki's explosive.

so imagine his surprise when he realizes with time that the sight of you makes his eyes soften, his chest warm, his guard drop.

he wants to deny it, he wants to deny it very strongly. however, everyone can tell how, little by little, he starts to open up to you.

he lets you be closer, so vivid around him. you can do things that others would get yelled at for trying. when did anyone see somebody getting into bakugou's personal space – whether it is laying on his shoulder or playing with his hair – and leave unharmed? when did anyone see somebody using his stuff and not recieving any kind of ill treatment for doing so?

the two of you start spending time together, much to his dismay because of your classmates' teasing. yet it takes you being in danger during a villain attack for katsuki to realize how deep his feelings are.

oh, no– he's falling in love.

and he goes livid. he might seem like someone who already acts recklessly during combat but that's not the truth at all. the want, the need to take you into his arms and protect you is what leads him to take such impulsive decisions.

don't get him wrong, he knows you can defend yourself; you're just as much of a badass as you are of an optimist, after all.

but it's this side you bring out of him. this soft, tender side.

it drives him crazy.

so, once the horror passes and your class settles into its usual endeavors, he does what he knows best: he tries to push you. he tries to make you leave, to scare you off.

but why aren't you running away?

why are you cradling his face with a gentle, loving touch?

one thing leads to the other and your lips meet in a true love's kiss, as you would say.

after that, katsuki resigns to listening to your rambling about animals and love and flowers–

he's there to give you a reality check when it's needed, anyway.

"get out of that pretty little head of yours, dumbass, there's fucking homework to do"

yeah, he wouldn't have it any other way.

bonus: you're literally a grumpy x sunshine pairing !! it's hilarious to see you two in the common room because katsuki seems to hold back in showing physical affection or any state of flusteredness. you learned not to demand it from him, either, because he always gets red and would hate for anyone else other than you to see it. it's alright, though, because as soon as you're alone he turns into a clingy puppy. good luck trying to get rid of him to do something just as brief as going to the bathroom !!

♡ ୭̥ ° todoroki shouto

shouto's life has never been any sort of fairytale. all that love chitchat... yeah, pretty much false.

but then he meets you, and you're so eager to show him.

so you start sticking to him, following him around. it could look like pestering for some people, but to shouto?

oh, shouto's charmed by you.

it takes him some time. before the sports festival, he couldn't help but give you cold stares and dry replies. of course, your enthusiastic self would take all of that without complaining.

but it is after the event that he starts to open his eyes and contemplate a little more of you. especially after you compliment his quirk and express how happy you are for him, for truly giving his all during the fights and making use of his fire.

another element, you said, that was part of him and needed to be seen. you mentioned how you believed in him, warm smile painted on your lips as you beamed with joy.

there was no way he would get his eyes off of you after that.

although shouto is quiet, his gaze is intense. thankfully you're unaware of such things – trained to being accostumed to stares by your whole life experience – so you can't tell how the next days he's so entranced by you and the way you carry yourself so gracefully.

you see beauty everywhere, often even stopping in your tracks to observe your surroundings. you seem to shine, delighted.

too occupied by twirling around and interacting with everyone around you, you fail to notice how he's softly smiling at the sight.

as time passes, your conversations stop being one-sided. his replies show more interest, it's not only about his gaze anymore but also about the way he accepts all your affections; melting into your touch.

the way he's always there to protect you when villain attacks happen, when anyone looks at you the wrong way or tries to talk to you in as much as a slightly rude tone. the way he comforts you whenever you're sensitive about something, never questioning where did it come from.

you're his top priority.

so when you share a first kiss, he feels his heart pumping so hard it could jump right off his chest. this unknown feeling, leading him to be so attached to you, was love all this time.

you were right about showing him, he figures.

because now holding your hand gives him so much happiness that he now kind of gets why you're so enthusiastic about said concept.

when you go on one of your rambles about it and ask him, "right?" he smiles at you and responds:

"yes, my love, i think i know now"

you smile at him, so widely as you always do, and he leans in to leave a kiss on your forehead.

bonus: when he tells you his family story for the first time, you cry. you cry so much until you feel his strong arms wrap around you. yet shouto, despite trying to comfort you since you were the one crying, feels as if your embrace comforts him. you hug him by the waist, rubbing his back so gently and carefully that it brings tears to his eyes. everyday he feels more enamoured by you.

♡ ୭̥ ° midoriya izuku

you meet for the first time with izuku because of bumping into him during the quirk's test on the first day of class. he falls and you crouch along with him, soft-spokenly apologizing and asking if he's alright.

as he looks up at you, the boy can only think of how you look exactly like an angel.

you best believe our baby broccoli blushes furiously to his ears.

it doesn't take you anything to become friends and when you do he realizes that, despite both of you being pretty positive people, you have very different ways of thinking.

everything to you is magical, wonderful, exciting. izuku learned this from only the first few days of knowing you, and he found it really beautiful and encouraging. it was something to admire you for, and it never failed to impress him the way you would always be open to new opportunities, grateful for every single one you were given.

similarly, nothing to you was ever a problem! so when izuku rambled about his past, his difficulties with his quirk and worries you always found a way to make his point of view shift 180° and move on to positive thoughts.

in a world where he's exposed to so much pressure, you act as a beacon of life that peaks through the darkness.

and so, you're with him every step of the way.

he doesn't even know when his love for you starts blooming, especially since he has such a focus on heroics that doesn't usually let him think about anything else. but when he finds himself dreaming about your bright smile, mumbling as he watches you from afar sing to happy little animals you encountered, blushing to the tips of his ears by only hearing you say his name with so much care and glee–

he realizes too late he's down bad. in fact, he's the last one to realize, since the whole class watches in horror as you two interact so lovingly with each other as almost second nature.

mina has the theory that the two of you are secretly together, but it is obvious for everyone that if you two really were, you would be shouting it to the four winds. that's just who you are, and that's just how they know izuku loves you.

of course, you're the first one to make a move.

you go up to him before class one random morning and ask him if he would like to go out on friday afternoon. he accepts at first, smiling widely at you and you respond with a bubbly "alright then! it's a date!"

his face seemed to turn all shades of red and even go through some other colors before digesting that information.

"a-a d-date with me...?" he lifts a finger, you hum in amusement.

"of course, silly. i'd want no other prince for me but you."

needless to say, it goes amazingly and now the class has to deal with you giving him little pecks on his lips, cheeks and hands as he turns red because of the sudden affection.

bonus: in his notebook page about your quirk he has written a whole analysis of how you and your voice are appealing to animals and what does that have to do with it. he even tried talking about it to you, but your reply was: "i'm not quite sure, but i can only be grateful about them! they are my friends and i'm truly fortunate for their company!"

[dreadlock-detective]

Hyrule Hulligans Harrass Dilf Dining Establishment

I'm playing around with figuring out tweaks to my cartoony art style for a project I'm working on and decided to test it out more by trying it on these four doofuses. I have to say, I'm really proud of how it came out. Look at how it came out! Look at the shape of Yunobo's doofy head!

That said, I need to actually go back and beat Tears of the Kingdom some time. Sadly I've heard that the Ganondorf Diner shenanigans have been patched out? Not that I'd end up doing that anyway but damn was that funny!

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Since this post will likely have more reach than most, I want to keep testing out this style on more characters and to that end I'd like to announce a limited time special for December 2-10th 2023!

More info (and a few drawings I haven't posted) under the cut!

STYLE COMMISSION INFO

So yeah I want to practice this style and other folks always seem to have neat ideas I wouldn't think of and I'm trying to raise some money to help send my wife on a trip next summer! Let's make cool stuff happen!

Details:

Please email zeratanus AT gmail DOT com with the subject Style Commission

Cost is $25 USD, paid upfront via paypal. I'll send an invoice out for you once we've agreed on the commission

1 full body character, colored and cell shaded, no background

Please provide an image reference of the character, preferably in color and full body

Either OCs or Fanart is fine

Safe for Work Only

Unlike my usual commissions, these are supposed to be quick so no approval process. Once the commission is confirmed I'll get to work and post the finished product here on Tumblr when it's done

if you want to be tagged when its posted, please include your tumblr username in the email. Sometimes Tumblr refuses to tag certain accounts so I can't promise this hellsite will work but I'll certainly try!

I'm down to hear a bit about the the character's personality and try to incorporate that but the pose itself is up to me.

I think that's everything! If that sounds good to you, drop me a line!

Guess I'll end off with a few more unposted test images for the project this is actually for!

[suzukiblu]

Day twenty-eight of fic NaNoWriMo, obligatory sugar daddy Tim/sugar baby Kon AU.

“I'll show you how it works,” Tim says, smiling a little helplessly at him for no good reason. Kon's just–pretty. And cute. And wearing slightly smudged eyeliner, like he went out of his way to learn how to apply it just for this and didn't quite get enough practice with it during said learning process, which might be a little much to assume but sure is a thought either way. “There'll be placards and stuff that explain how it all goes too. If you don't like it we can leave, obviously, we'll just go to dinner early.” 

“You wanna do dinner too?” Kon asks. 

“My intentions tonight are for this exhibit, dinner, and then another surprise destination,” Tim says. “Do you like Japanese food, because I got us a reservation at a Japanese place I know, but if that's not your thing, there's always other options.”

Tim definitely did not make three back-up reservations in a Bat-panic, because that would be an insane person thing to do and he's operating with fully rational behavior for fully rational reasons here. Obviously. Of course-ly. 

Just like, yeah. There may or may not be back-up reservations. 

Contingency plans are vital, okay? 

“I like Japanese food,” Kon says. “Well–I like sushi and musubi and poke bowls and that kinda thing, at least. So like . . . same diff, right?” 

“Right,” Tim assumes, with still no idea what either musubi or poke bowls are. He'll google it. It'll be fine. If nothing else, Kon can get sushi. He'll buy him one of those huge fancy boats of it if he's gotta. 

. . . actually that's not a bad idea, Kon could probably use the calories. Hm. 

“You planned all that stuff, though?” Kon asks, peering around the gallery as they finally step out into it and frowning in confusion. 

“I promised you I'd take you someplace nice,” Tim says with an easy shrug. “So I found some nice places to take you. That's all.”  

“You only promised me one nice place,” Kon says with a little laugh, shaking his head. “Now it's three?” 

“I'm intending to take you to a lot of nice places, Kon,” Tim says, and feels his chest clench up a little when he sees the way Kon's expression softens at the sound of his name. He needs to be using it more, he thinks to himself. Like–way more. “Or just wherever you wanna go.” 

“Sure,” Kon says, ducking his head, then glances around the gallery again as his frown reasserts itself. “What's everybody doing? They're like–messing with everything.” 

“It's a sensory exhibit,” Tim repeats in clarification. “You're supposed to interact with the exhibits. Touch or listen to or manipulate them. Things like that.” 

Kon . . . blinks, slowly. Then he glances sidelong at Tim, biting his lip. 

He doesn't ask, but the question in his eyes is obvious enough, Tim thinks. 

“It's tactile telekinesis, isn't it?” he says. “So I thought you might be interested in something tactile.” 

“You . . . did?” Kon says, glancing back towards the rest of the room. 

“It at least seemed like a valid theory,” Tim says. Kon had kept touching the cashmere on and off for as long as he’d worn it, and petted the goat, and had apparently been clocking the whole damn mall most of the time they’d been there, and he’d just thought–well–

Kon really does talk about his TTK so much, whether it’s relevant or not. Doing something that might be deliberately relevant to it had just seemed, well . . . natural. 

If nothing else, it might help keep Kon interested in him a little longer. Tim still isn’t sure how long to expect Kon to stay interested, depending, so until he knows one way or the other, he might as well frontload his success here. Or at least try to, anyway. 

Look, he’s going to do his best, alright? His best is just the best he can do. 

“You know, if you wanted me to touch something, you could’ve just volunteered,” Kon jokes, but the way he says it doesn’t actually make Tim want to laugh. It’s actually all he can do not to frown, the way he says it. Just . . . something about it’s a little off, maybe.

“I told you I’d take you on a date,” he says. “Just telling you to feel me up doesn’t seem like putting in much effort there. Definitely not nice levels of effort.” 

“Oh,” Kon says, ducking his head as he glances away again. He’s still holding his hand. Tim wonders what kind of dates Kon’s even been on before–and if he’s ever been the one getting taken on one, too. Especially since as far as he knows Kon’s only dated girls, and there were probably some assumptions set in place there. Like–it seems likely that there would’ve been, at least. Even if just self-imposed ones. 

“Want to try?” Tim offers. “Like I said, if you don’t like it we’ll just go to dinner early.” 

“Um, sure,” Kon says. “We can try it. Um . . .” 

“This way,” Tim says, and leads him towards one of the closer stations in the exhibit. Kon looks a little unsure where to start, so he figures it’ll help if he gives him a little push. Though it’s weird to think of Kon as needing any kind of a push, except maybe a push to actually stay still and listen for ten seconds. Or like . . . anything remotely along those lines. 

The station is a low, hip-height sandbox full of . . . well, sand, unsurprisingly. There's stones and rakes and general Zen garden-style paraphernalia laid out inside it, and patterns and colors already marked and dyed into the sand to be mixed-up and deconstructed at will, though no one seems to have gotten too far into that yet. Kon tilts his head as he looks down at the display, his eyes briefly unfocusing. 

“You're just supposed to play around with it,” Tim says, wondering what that unfocused look on his face is about. “Rearrange the patterns or make new ones, I guess.” 

“Huh,” Kon says. “Okay. Like just however?” 

“I mean, what, are they gonna yell at us for doing it wrong?” Tim asks with a shrug. Kon smirks at him. 

“I could come up with something they'd yell at us for,” he says with a teasing leer. 

Tim suffers. 

“Let's wait a couple stations before we get ourselves kicked out,” he manages, swallowing awkwardly. Kon grins at him, then leans over the sandbox and presses both hands flat against the sand inside and immediately starts rearranging everything with his TTK. Tim is about to reflexively protest him not even pretending to check for any onlookers before realizing that there is literally no possible way that anyone could look at them right now without Kon being able to feel them turning their way, and also the two security cameras that were previously in their range are both cocked askew now.

Okay, so he could be worse at passing for civilian, Tim figures, and just leans over and lets himself admire the wave-like ripples spreading across the sandbox as Kon carefully constructs a swirling rainbow of an ocean with all of the brighter colors and a dark beach stretched out alongside it, accented with little rocks scattered around like shells and driftwood. The wave patterns look surprisingly accurate, but then again, he probably did get a great aerial view of the ocean on the regular back in Hawaii, didn't he. 

Tim takes his phone out and sneaks a quick pic or two of both Kon and the box on old reflex, and Kon laughs at him. 

“You like, babe?” he asks with a teasing smirk. 

“Most things about you, yes,” Tim replies frankly, because he's not Robin right now so he can do that, and Kon laughs again even as he blushes and straightens back up, the sand all brushing itself off his hands. 

“Only most?” he asks. “Guess I gotta step up my game, then.” 

“Find another excuse to wear that crop top and you'll be fine,” Tim advises, and Kon laughs so bright for that it's almost flustering. 

Well, no, it's definitely flustering. Actually it's very, very flustering. 

Adorable bastard. Absolute fucker. Tim should throw him off a bridge, but he'd just fly back up anyway, the asshole. 

Tim wants to kiss him so bad right now. 

Kon's eyes half-unfocus again, and then the sand and rocks and tools all . . . shift. Tim blinks, a little surprised, and then realizes–oh. He's sorting it all back. Like . . . very accurately back, in fact. The colors and patterns are all returning to the exact same designs as they were in when they first stepped over here. Which is probably for the best because again, they’re currently playing civilian, but–

“Holy shit,” Tim says as the patterns all settle back in and his eyebrows shoot up, more than a little incredulous. Okay, well–he's slightly less sure that Kon doesn't have Superman's eidetic memory now. Also, considering how mixed-around all the colors were, he doesn't even know how he did that so effectively. “How the hell did you do that?” 

“Wasn't hard,” Kon replies casually, but he looks smug about it, the–again–adorable bastard. Fucker. “Just undid what everybody already did, yeah?” 

Tim looks at the sand and belatedly notices that yes, in fact, Kon also reverted everything else that'd been done to it back to what was clearly the original design too. He cannot even fathom how Kon could tell how to “undo” any of that. Like–the pattern-recognition, fine, he could've done that himself–Bart could've, if he'd been interested enough to bother–but tracking back a design after undoing the whole thing to begin with and keeping the different colors of sand all correctly separated? Seriously? 

“Jesus,” he says. “That's incredible.” 

“No big,” Kon says, but looks very pleased about the compliment all the same. Tim thinks of about three thousand tactical applications for this skill alone and really wants to know why Kon doesn't brag about this part of TTK more. Or like, ever. It's always punching things and ripping up the street and tearing doors off their hinges and things like that, when he can do things like map an entire building blind and control sand down to the fucking individual grains? 

Tim might need to have a talk with all of their teammates about their actual abilities, actually, seeing all this. Like, some assessment tests might need to happen. Questionnaires. Something. The informal approach was clearly not thorough enough. If nothing else, he's definitely following up with Kon. 

“I honestly did not realize how good you'd be at that,” Tim says, and then has to watch in disbelief as Kon smirks smugly at him while simultaneously–without even looking–builds a little sand castle without even bothering to put his hands in the sand this time. Which he doesn't have to, obviously, because the sand is in the sandbox and it's part of the table which is on the floor he's standing on and Tim objectively understands how TTK works, but that really seems like it'd be much harder to pull off. Just–damn. Damn. 

. . . technically, if Kon can control things as small as a grain of sand, how small can he go? Could he–theoretically, at least–manipulate dust? Air molecules? 

Atoms? 

Because if he could, if things like that counted . . . well, the transitive properties of TTK would be a lot less of a limitation outside of maybe the vacuum of space, wouldn't they. There's always air, after all. And if Kon could manipulate anything on the atomic level . . . 

Jesus. There's a thought. 

As soon as Tim's done being desperately, overwhelmingly turned on and also reformatting several of his supervillainy-connected plans, he's gonna have to start drafting that superpower skills and applications thereof questionnaire. Like. Immediately once he's done, actually. 

Just–again, just Jesus. 

“I mean, it's just a party trick, but it's a fun one, right?” Kon says with another laugh. 

Tim is going to lose his actual fucking mind. 

“You call that a party trick?” he says in disbelief. There is no possible way that any lock could be secure against that. No one could ever hide behind cover. No one could even carry a concealed weapon without him knowing, for fuck's sake! 

. . . Tim is very glad he's been leaving the birdarangs home for his not-dates and current-date with Kon. Very, very glad. 

Jesus, that would've been fun to explain to Bruce. Well I didn't TELL him I was Robin, but I DID encourage him to tactile-telekinetically feel me up in a changing room while I was strapped with Bat-gear, sooooo . . . I mean, you never told me I couldn't do THAT. 

That's exactly how he would've explained it, obviously, but still. Bruce would not have taken it well. 

What a fucking way to come out to Batman, too.

[esamastation]

hi!!! i just wanted to pop in after reading some of your AC fics (ones where desmond, ezio, and/or altaïr are at the forefront so in this case: i was born for this, terrible two, stone angel, gift of living well, impermanence, three fold, & earthly scene) and say that you're a brilliant writer. as someone who's trying to write longer, more impactful stories, it's admirable how you prioritize the plot and how romance is a sweet part of it. (this is part 1 of this message bc of the word count!)

you construct romance in an original, cathartic way that feels effortless. i just finished 'i was born with this' and the romance that forms between the characters feels so natural and unforced. another thing i love in your fics is that when desmond goes back in time, he always (unintentionally at first) makes an impact in furthering knowledge, inventions, etc centuries ahead of when they were supposed to happen. more importantly, desmond finds his well-deserved happy ending.

your fic ideas are also so creative and out of the box. i'm currently going through the games right now and desmond has been so so much shit (unwillingly) and he deserves some rest and happiness :,) another thing i love is how you always leave a hopeful ending that makes me ache to know what happens after!! you flesh out the characters so much over the span of + 100,000k words, tie things wonderfully at the end, and make me feel out breath (in a good way)

yeah, to sum that up, you're an amazing writer!! i also wanted to ask you some questions about writing. i aspire to write long fics, but i struggle with plotting out events =( i feel like i rush the events in how i want to get to the end where the characters are happy! do you have a writing process? do you plot out your stories or kind of go with the flow? do you have any tips on improving your writing? i totally get if you don't have any advice! have a great day!

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Thank you for your nice comments, sorry it took so long to reply, I was feeling very antisocial. Anyway.

I do not have a writing process - I'm what they call a gardner writer, I take characters and I put them into situations and see how things develop and plot either happens or it doesn't. Maybe I have vague plans like "here's a scene I want to see in future" and "this is a result I want them to come to" and then try to write towards those goals, but they don't always pan out. It's all very chaotic and leads to lot of dropped fics, but it's how I enjoy writing. (It really helps having someone reading your stuff and poking at the plot holes though, I got a lot of fics that only got as far as they did because nimadge or someone else was there along for the ride.)

I dunno if there's anything other that just practice that can improve a person's writing. Some people recommend writing short stories and flash fiction, some people say your should write X amount of words every day. If all else fails there's thousands YouTube videos on subject.

Personally I'm a huge advocate of taking ideas from other people and putting your own spin into them. Derivate, rehash, put them in a blender, see what comes out. Like, don't copy Lord of the Rings word for word and publish it as your own work, that's bad - but maybe dwarf and elf going on adventures together is a idea that could go places. Fanfiction is all derivation upon pre-existing ideas.

Related, I whole heartedly endorse anyone who wants to take plots and ideas I've written and taking a crack at them with their own style. It's pretty much how I learned to write as wee bab on a typewriter, stealing from the books I enjoyed. And hell, if you don't have a style, try someone else's. One is my most popular fics started with me trying to emulate the style and cadence of narration of a completely unrelated TV series I was watching at the time. I don't think anyone even noticed.

Once you have enough practice under your belt, your style will develop on its own.

[thalialunacy]

[Written for the @calaisreno May Prompt Prom. We are in the homestretch, people. It's like… plot (?) from here on in.]

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In his memory, John's mum had had a thousand words for rain. In reality, it was probably more like… twelve, but he never bothered sorting them. Or learning more about them.

He squints up at the overcast sky while Sherlock locks the front door behind them. 'My mum would call this "cloudybright." The kind that makes you want sunglasses despite not being able to see even a sliver of the sun.'

Sherlock raises his arm for a cab. 'That's actually just because--'

'Nope,' John interrupts swiftly, shaking his head. 'Don't want to know.'

Sherlock stares at him.

'Sentiment,' he says with a shrug. Then he climbs into the cab.

---

He's been standing behind Sherlock, who is crouched down examining part of a body, when someone approaches on his left. 'Brolly?' a feminine voice says.

John glances at the umbrella, then at the admittedly curvy and bright uniformed offerer, then at the sky, which has indeed started emitting moisture. 'Huh, I hadn't noticed.'

She shrugs. 'To be fair, it's not actually raining.'

'No, sure, it's more like aggressively misting.'

She laughs, her nose wrinkling. 'That sounds unpleasant.'

'Yes, well, I have been told it ruins a person's hair,' he says with a grin, thinking of Sherlock whinging about the subject several weeks prior.

Then Sherlock stands abruptly. 'We're done here,' he says, not looking at John before stepping away.

John nods briefly at the umbrella-bearer. 'Thanks anyway.'

'Sure,' she says with a high-wattage smile. 

John catches up with Sherlock quickly. 'Cab?' 

'I'd rather walk,' Sherlock says shortly.

They walk for several blocks, Sherlock's temper darkening along with the skies. As the aggressive mist turns into actual sprinkles, John's heart twists a little as he clocks what's going on.

He girds his loins and dives in. 'We agreed that I'd never be able to have any secrets while being involved with the cleverest man in all of Britain, didn't we?'

Sherlock doesn't answer for a moment, and John tries not to let it frustrate him. When the detective does speak, his voice is quiet, with anger but also with what John can only identify as shame. 'We did.'

'Then what is it?'

'You barely noticed her interest.'

'I would think that'd be good?'

'If it weren't because it's so common of an occurrence that you're practically inured to it.'

'Am I?'

'She wrinkled her nose at you.'

'Huh. And?'

'And I've heard that's supposed to be appealing.'

John considers this. 'It's certainly cute when Rosie does it.'

'Don't be obtuse.''

'Sherlock.' John hooks three fingers into one of the Belstaff's pockets, thus arresting Sherlock's movement.

The sprinkling has become soft rain, tepid drops on John's forehead, but he ignores it. They're in the middle of a deserted footpath, so John steps closer and folds his left hand around Sherlock's right palm. He's honestly not sure what to say, and while he's considering his options, Sherlock speaks first.

'I do not enjoy this feeling, John.'

'I know.'

'I never have.'

'I know.'

'It's illogical and unreasonable, which is very annoying.'

John's lips twitch. 'Yeah, I know.'

'I expected it to lessen once I knew what it was, but it didn't. I expected it to lessen once you and I were--' He pauses. 'Once I was assured of your feelings for me.'

'And are you?'

'Am I assured?'

'Yes.'

A ghost of a smile tips one side of Sherlock's mouth up. 'Frequently and soundly, thus far.'

John huffs out a laugh, trying not to let himself feel relieved just yet. 'You can't be too cross with me if you're making rude jokes.'

'I'm not cross with you at all.'

John raises an eyebrow.

Sherlock sighs. 'Must I say it out loud?'

And John understands his reticence, very much so, but they've been intentional about eschewing the Keep Calm & Stuff Down All Emotions bit, despite it being exhausting and really sodding embarrassing. 'Either right now or in therapy next week, yeah. But I'd prefer right now.'

Sherlock scowls, but there's not much heat behind it. 'I take back what I said about not being cross with you.'

John tips up and presses their lips together briefly. 'No you don't.'

Sherlock's free hand touches John's jaw for a moment. 'No, I don't.' He makes a disgusted sound. 'I know it's not to do with you, really.'

'Maybe that's why all the advice is to look inward, instead of trying to find a problem within the relationship.'

'"Look inward"? Have you been dipping into the self-help books?'

John shrugs. 'Maybe. Maybe I want to fix this so you don't feel like hell every time a woman smiles at me.'

'Annoyed?'

'A little.'

'I see.'

'Annoyed mostly that you don't even notice when people smile at you.' 

'That's because I'm not interested.'

'Neither,' John says firmly, gripping Sherlock's hand and looking him hard in the eye, 'am I.'

'I know that. But--' Sherlock makes a frustrated noise and tugs on his wet hair. 'Sentiment.'

The rain has started coming down in earnest. John doesn't care. 'Alright, then,' he says brusquely. 'Worst case scenario, please.'

Sherlock stares at him. A drop of rainwater wanders off the tip of his nose. 'Are you quite serious?'

'Yep,' John answers, popping his P on purpose. 'Worst case scenario, go.'

'That you'll do something idiotic, like find a woman you think better suits, and leave.'

John nods, feeling the rain sneak under his collar. 'And to be fair, I have done.'

'Yes,' Sherlock grinds between his teeth. 'I am aware.'

'So your instinct to fight or flee is rooted in reality.'

'Are you trying to make this worse?'

'No, because I'm not a dick.'

'You're certainly acting like one.'

'So are you! Can't you ever just bloody listen for once?'

'If you were saying something worthwhile.'

'Oh, we've reached that point in the row, have we?'

Sherlock's mobile rings.

He retrieves it and answers it on speakerphone without looking away from John. His lashes are spiked together with raindrops. 'What.' It's definitely not a question. 

Lestrade skips the pleasantries as well. 'We've got a live one.'

Sherlock's head snaps up quickly enough to shake some droplets into John's face. 'Beg pardon?'

'Your suspect just showed up half-dead,' the DI explains. 'And I think you'd agree that he's not clever enough to be faking a broken jaw.'

'It's unlikely. We'll be there as soon as we can.'

Sherlock hangs up and strides away, somehow making puddle-splashing look good.

'We are not done with this conversation,' John calls as he starts after him.

'Yes, we are,' Sherlock says carelessly over his shoulder.

John is glad for the rain cooling his face, which he's sure is red with anger. He sucks in several deep breaths, unclenches his fists, and goes to catch up with his detective.

[ <3 ]

[sserajeans]

you are in love | bonus 1. BHB, be honest bro! (written)

note: the convo happens when minyn r in the plane, so it's dialogue-focused with not much action involved

"so..."

"so what?"

"how are you and...?"

"minji..."

"i'm just checking on you! the aquatic games is enough on your plate, i'd rather talk about the fun stuff."

"fine fine. i've been having a lot of fun with her lately. like the past month has always just been practice, so the dates at the end of the week was stuff i could look forward to."

"that's so sweet why are you guys so sweet i feel sick to my stomach like no wo-"

"I KNOW!! dani's the sweetest... she really thought everything out. she makes me forget about morning practice the next day. she even brought breakfast in a little container one time when i was texting her about being especially hungry after practice."

"oh wow... you lucked out so hard... aren't you two supposed to be unlabeled too?"

"...yeah."

"she's so gonna step up her game when she asks."

"i can't think about it. she's way too good for me."

"what do you mean?"

"it's just... i can tell she's into it more than i am? and i feel like shit, being okay with just receiving all of it and not giving the same amount. and i'm scared that when she does ask me i still won't be in a place to truthfully say yes."

"well... let's not dive too deep, let's start with... maybe what's holding you back? from giving her that energy, i mean."

"well if you say it like that it just sounds like i've been treating her like ass. which i haven't! i really do try my best and everything, it's just.."

"just...?"

"i don't think my best for her is on the same level as her best for me."

"okay... well i think i'm beginning to see it. so let me rephrase, what's keeping you from reaching that level?"

"i... i don't really... know?"

"give it some time."

"wow you're really digging into the psychologist role huh?"

"doesn't it help you with mushing out your emotions or what?"

"...fine. let me think."

"sure."

"..."

"..."

"i think..."

"...you think?"

"i don't want to give her an insincere show of affection."

"so i'm guessing... you would rather be upfront with how much you feel and how you show it?"

"right, yeah."

"and?"

"and i guess there is something that holds me back from feeling that much for her."

"like?"

"i don't know? swim? that's all i can think about these days."

"well yeah, but you've been stressing over swim every season."

"that's true i guess, but also it's senior year. my performance this year determines whether i get to go to college as a national team member or not. anyways, give me more time to think?"

"sure."

"..."

"..."

"...this is hard."

"is it pham?"

"what?"

"is it pham? that's holding you back from feeling anything more."

"no? what? how did you even get to her?"

"in full honesty i didn't think much of it, but ever since that girl in class asked if you two were dating i was beginning to see dots i could connect."

"literally what dots. there are no dots to connect."

"call me insane-"

"you're insane."

"-but it made sense, okay? you liked her-"

"-in freshman year!"

"and i don't think she likes you and dani hanging out."

"what? that's stupid, what makes you think that?"

"well she says it's about her best friend hanging out with the group less, especially since it's senior year now and all."

"well yeah i'd get that but... she's never mentioned this when i went out with like leehan and the rest?"

"nah it's more of how you got a girl now."

"oh..."

"yeah."

"what if she just likes dani? it makes a lot more sense than this theory of yours where she likes her literal childhood best friend who she, by the way, more or less rejected 5 years ago."

"i don't know y/n, this past month has been weird. she's the reason you haven't died from the allergy attack and the reason you have your swim cap, you know that right?"

"what about the swim cap?"

"forced me to come with her and help you in person. at like the crack ass of night."

"okay but you were probably just binging something on the tv."

"my point exactly! she cut off my relaxing time."

"you're unbelievable."

"well yes, but anyways, my hunches on these are almost always right. remember when i told you i felt like you'd win gold for the 100m fly category in last year's regional event?"

"yeah."

"and you did win, didn't you?"

"i did."

"there you go. the only problem here is hanni is still fully convinced she's straight."

"and that i don't like her anymore? and that i'm literally going out with someone else?"

"yeah whatever, sure you don't."

"i'm being for real."

"if you're being for real... let me in your private account."

"...what."

"come on! you let wonyoung in it!"

"i was going through a crisis back in 10th when backyardigans were distant 'cause jiwoo was a brooding teenager! plus, i kicked her when i started going out with dani."

"be honest bro!"

"fine!"

masterlist. next.

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[smile-files]

still trying to wrap my head around the unvitational committee. what do they want? the general theme seems to be "mephone is an immoral host so we have to take him down", but not all of the members' motives seem to line up with that...

walkie talkie has been working with(?) mephone this whole time, goading him into making the season run longer and longer with more rejoins. in a way, she's been enabling mephone's scummy hosting practices, including abandoning an entire season and all the people in it, as well as wanting this season to go on forever. why is she suddenly criticizing him for being a bad host? was she not complicit in that?

dr. fizz had to deal with box's horrible injury which, while not technically mephone's fault, is a sign that the show isn't very safe and that mephone doesn't care that much about the well-being of his contestants. i think it makes sense for him to be here.

the cameras came to interview mephone about some touchy subjects, including hosting two seasons at once, bow apparently being alive, and there possibly not being a prize; they get pissed when mephone brushes them and their concerns off. they know some of the shady stuff mephone's been doing as host, as well as his unwillingness to address it, so i suppose they have their place in taking him down.

tyler bombard had his whole ecosystem destroyed by a stupid challenge mishap. yeah, he has the right to be pissed.

sprinkles was going to be forced to compete in a fighting ring of other inani-mates which would almost inevitably lead to her death; almost all of the contestants mistreated their inani-mate companion, her owner (yinyang) included. it makes sense for her to be here too.

springy? they wanted mephone to completely commercialize his show, including selling off the likeness of one of its contestants; he got pissed off when mephone changed his mind and ultimately didn't do that. if anything, that's a sign that mephone isn't quite so morally corrupt! springy has personal reasons to want to take down mephone, but those reasons don't align with the supposed motivation of the whole committee.

zoetrope gave mephone the animation machine to use in his challenges! he was the one who fed mephone the idea that creating a show isn't an art, that using what's essentially ai to do so is perfectly permissible! what right does he have to be angry at mephone for doing exactly what he said? how does that make mephone as a host any worse than zoetrope is as an artist?

i'm tied about groscer; as the apparent owner of a prestigious award organization, it makes sense that she should take her craft seriously and not appreciate those who try to disrespectfully milk it for fame. mephone's show was in the running because what existed genuinely looked good, but he lied about the number of episodes and ultimately sent a ridiculous amount of ai slop to make up for it. she has the right to be annoyed by that, but i don't think one guy making a fool out of himself in the submissions completely discredits your entire award -- certainly not to the point where you personally go after him.

walkie talkie and springy, being the leaders of this group, talk about how ii3 could've been a perfect show -- but by their logic, that would include the season being unending and highly commercialized. at the same time, though, they make out mephone to be this horrible host mistreating his contestants, as if making his show what they want wouldn't make him worse. and as it is, it's strange that they should put the show on such a pedestal anyway, for them to feel they must take it from mephone to save it -- all of this was him! what are you talking about? and you helped him! all of this stuff you say is bad, you helped him do!!

and like... the whole 4th season thing... for one thing, walkie talkie wanted him to keep the show going, so i don't know why she's pissed... but also, you just found that when you got here! that couldn't have been your motivation before you came!

in other news though, silver's whole thing with candle is so fun. he acts like he's so above it all, but her not supporting him shakes his ego so much that he straight up kills her?? insane. in a good way. he got all this way just because he thought candle believed in him...

[ryanwrites05]

November 7 - Work

@hinnymicrofic

A/N: so this ended up being longer than a microfic (~1200 words). Whoops. I’m not sorry.

She was determined. Years of being overlooked - stealing rides on her brothers’ brooms in the quiet night. Learning how to live and love flying again after Tom made her believe she would never amount to anything.

But flying saved her. Healed her. Became a part of her and wove itself into the piece of her soul that Tom tried to take.

And now it was her time. She would prove to everyone that she is a quidditch player, not just a substitute. Someone who deserves it. Someone who earns it.

Suppressing a groan from the soreness building in her legs, she climbed through the portrait hole. It was dark, and had been dark for some time now. So it was a surprise that the Common Room wasn't totally empty.

She smirked as she observed him alone in the room, sitting on the sofa facing the fireplace. His head was draped over the back of the sofa, his glasses askew on the bridge of his nose, soft snores emitting from his mouth.

Her eyes snagged on his mouth and she resisted the old urge to think about what it would be like to snog him. It was a silly crush, from a long time ago. She was different now. They were friends after all. Weren't they?

She plopped down next to him on the sofa, and he let out a startled "oof", pulling his wand and immediately scanning the room.

She opted for humor to hide the sadness of the truth that he probably did that for good reason. "You know, you would be a lot more convincing if you hadn't just been snoring louder than a hippogriff."

He immediately turned to her and dropped his wand - a lopsided smirk playing on his lips. "Because you're the one to talk, I'm fairly sure loud snoring is a Weasley trait at this point. What with your mid-summer pond naps."

"I do not snore!"

"Oh, so it was Ron who suddenly grew long bright red hair and started wearing bikinis by the pond?"

She refused to blush, not because of the fact that she may have been snoring this summer, but more his subtle admission that he had been watching her then, and that maybe she possibly considered that potential outcome when she chose napping locations.

"Could have been," she said, trying to sound nonchalant and playful as she settled back against the couch.

"What were you doing out here?"

Something passed across his face, and he looked at the fire, trying to sound normal. He wasn't fooling her. "I had stuff with Dumbledore earlier. I just couldn't quite go to sleep yet."

"Until you did, you mean."

He smirked at her. "Yeah, right." He eyed her for a minute, him just now registering her broom and clothes. "What were you doing anyway?"

"Flying - getting practice in for tryouts," she said, trying to appear as confident as possible. "I'm determined to be the best chaser Gryffindor has ever seen." She played it off bravely, but the doubt simmered under the surface.

He hummed and appeared thoughtful for a minute. "You know, I think you could be."

"Be serious," she said, playfully shoving his arm with her forearm. He let out a chuckle that warmed her instantly.

"I am," and his brows pinched more thoughtfully. "I mean look, Katie is good, real good. But, you have better vision than she does, and you are probably faster. I know that from experience this summer. You can fly circles around people. I don't see why you could not be the best. And it's not like you aren't working at it. We played quidditch all summer."

She smiled at the memories, warm summer days on end with flying, and Ron complaining.

A thought bubbled to the surface in her mind. And Harry. She looked for anything to say to get her mind off of that particular thought. They were friends now. Just friends...which was absolutely and totally fine with her.

"It's what I want to do for work you know...after Hogwarts and everything." She set her gaze on the dancing embers of the fire. She wasn't sure what made her say it. Divulge her deepest, most personal secret. To him. Now.

She felt his eyes on her again and fought the urge to blush. She didn't do that anymore. Worked too hard not to.

"Yeah...I can see that."

Her eyes snapped immediately to his, and she almost lost herself in them. His face was thoughtful, like she was some puzzle he couldn't quite work out.

"You mean that?"

His brow furrowed, not understanding her uncertainty. As if she hadn't spent every waking day questioning whether she had enough, would ever have enough.

"What do you mean? Of course, I do."

It wasn't possible to hide the smile that erupted across her face, or the warmth that filled her. Like he hadn't just been the first person who told her she could do it. Like it was obvious.

Not noticing this, Harry pressed on. "I mean, look at it this way, Gin. If you're this good now, imagine how good you will be in three years. And no one works harder at it than you. And you weren't even on the team full time last year. They would be crazy not to take you when you get there."

She ignored the nickname, and the unmistakable truth that she wouldn't have let anyone else get away with calling her that. "I don't know, got to make it past the new Gryffindor quidditch captain first to get on full time. I heard he's a bit barmy at times."

He pinched his eyes and let out a bark of a laugh that made her stomach flip.

"Well, if Wood and Angelina are anything to go by, I think that's part of the job description. I'll try to be less of an arse this year than last, but no promises."

"I'll hold you to that, then," she said, the smile still playing on her lips. Merlin, she was borderline flirting now. Friends...they were friends. And she had Dean - she liked Dean. She quickly scanned the room for a change of subject.

"So, what about you? Planning on putting your expert diving grabs to the professional test?"

He let out a small laugh before his face fell, back to the serious and determined look. Her heart sank at the loss of the warmth his smile provided. "Haven't really thought about that to be honest. Tonks is an Auror and Kingsley, so I think, maybe..." he trailed off shrugging, his eyes back to finding the fire. "It just seems right."

Neither one of them spoke for a moment. She knew he was thinking of Voldemort, and broken prophecies, and destinies. She silently kicked herself for not expecting it.

She picked up her broom and got up, feeling his eyes on her again. "Well, I am knackered, so I am off to shower and bed."

He gave her a brief smile. "Yeah, okay. See you."

She was about to turn, but something made her pause. "You know, whatever you decide to do...Auror...quidditch star...moody potion master...". He snorted, and she smirked at him. "It's your choice. And you aren't alone."

She felt it then again, his eyes holding on her, something burning behind them. Something she had just started to notice recently. Something different.

"Thanks, Gin."

[scatorcciogf]

hear me out.. angsts/fluff fic with nat. R comforts her after her dad di3s!!? She tries to push r away but ultimately gives in.

¬ warnings: cursing, depression i guess? mentions of death/suicide and past abuse, established relationship between reader and nat + gn!reader

you've only been with nat for a few months now, but you already feel like you know her to her core. not because she talks much about herself — god knows how difficult it is to get her to open up — but because you've gotten good at reading between the lines when it comes to her.

she oversleeps when she's feeling down. she bites at her lip when she's bored; she bites her nails when she's anxious. she provokes and picks fights at school when something happens at home. she plays more aggressively at practice when she's feeling insecure. she tries to get into your pants when she's frustrated.

you don't know what the hell it means that she hasn't been to school in three days and won't pick up your calls.

you assume she's just sick the first day — but you still find it weird, considering she was fine when you saw her yesterday. you get very concerned on the second day, especially when nobody picks up the phone five times in a row. you're worried sick the third day, and you decide to pay her a visit.

as you walk to your car, it does strike you as a possibility that she is just sick, and that you're being dramatic, but you can't risk it. if something happened to her—

"hey, uh..." you hear lottie's voice as she stops you in the parking lot, her hand on your shoulder. "i heard about natalie's dad today. is she... how is she?"

her dad? "what are you talking about?"

her expression shifts from one of concern to one of realization. "you don't know?"

"nat!" you shout, banging on the front door of her trailer. "nat, come on! open up!"

you've been trying to get her to let you in for a few minutes now, getting more desperate as time passes. your hand started hurting sometime between the third and fourth time you knocked, but the pain seems insignificant compared to the possibility that you'll finally get to talk to her.

"nat! baby, please. please, i need to see you. i need to make sure you're okay. please."

there's a sound on the other side; someone walking to the door.

"nat?" your voice is softer, gentler.

she doesn't respond right away, and you assume she won't at all. you're about to call out for her again, when you hear her unlocking the door. when she finally opens it, you're faced with a starved body and the most tired eyes you've ever seen.

"oh, honey."

she's still silent when you pull her in for a tight hug. she remains still for a moment too, until she weakly hugs you back, her face buried in your shoulder. you don't let go until she moves away first, minutes later, leading you to her room.

you wouldn't say she's a very neat person in general, but the place is messier than you've ever seen it be. there's a dozen cigarette bums on the floor next to her bed — since when does she smoke inside? — and the rest of her room is covered in various junk, ranging from actual trash to stuff like her clothes. you swear some of the shirts on her bed are her dad's, too.

she doesn't have to tell you anything for you to understand the breakdown she's been having for the past three days.

both of you sit on the bed. your eyes are fixed on nat; nat's eyes are fixed on the floor. you gently take her hand into yours, stroking it with your thumb. you wait until she speaks up first.

"what have you heard?"

"it doesn't matter. i want you to tell me what happened."

"are they saying i shot him?"

you hesitate, unsure how to respond because yeah, that's what lottie implied. but lottie heard it from mari, who heard it from her parents, and you don't consider that a very reliable source of information.

"because i almost did. not that it matters that i didn't, anyway. i'm still the reason he's dead."

her voice breaks a little when she says that, and your heart does too.

"nat, look at me." you say, bringing one hand to her cheek so you can turn her face towards you. "it's not your fault."

she laughs humorlessly. "how the fuck would you know, anyway? you don't even know what happened."

"it's not your fault." you repeat firmly.

she clenches her jaw, but the look in her eyes is more sad than frustrated. it takes her a while to start talking again. it's in a much quieter tone.

"he was getting really pissed off about something so fucking stupid." she begins. "he, uh, hit her again. like, nearly drew blood."

her breath hitches. you wait for her to continue.

"i just couldn't bear it anymore, you know? it was like something had snapped in me, and i... i went to get the gun. pointed it at his head." her voice is becoming shaky now. "but the fucking safety was on. and he took it from me, and— and he accidentally fired it off."

you barely blink, or breathe. you just stare at her, your own eyes welling up as you watch tears rolling down her cheeks. you want nothing more than to hold her in your arms forever, making sure nothing bad ever happens to her again.

"nat..."

she continues. "and it's not like he didn't deserve it, you know? he's the worst person i've ever met. and the most stupid one too, i guess, because how do you accidentally blow half your head off? but i still feel so guilty and so... i don't know."

you shake your head. "you can't feel guilty about this, baby, please. i know it's hard but you need to listen to me when i tell you it's not your fault, okay? please."

she looks away again, and you know it's going to be difficult to actually get through to her, but you're not giving up so easily. you drop your hand back to hers, grabbing it a bit more tightly this time.

"why don't you stay with me for a while? it can't be healthy for you to dwell here."

"my mom—"

"should take care of herself." you interrupt her. "i want to be here for you right now and i can't think of a better way than getting you out of here."

"being somewhere else won't make it easier for me to talk about it."

"and you don't have to. we can just... i don't know, cuddle and finally have that movie night date we've been talking about. i'll even cook dinner for you."

she snorts. "yeah, no. you'd burn the kitchen down."

you roll your eyes fondly, lightly smacking her arm. "is that a yes for the other things, at least?"

"yes."

you smile and pull her in for a kiss. it's gentle, more intimate than any other moments you've shared throughout your relationship so far. she pulls away after a few moments, leaning into you as you wrap your arms around her.

"come on then," she murmurs into your shirt, "let's pack my things so you can take me home."

[cinnamon-stheater]

MizuEna - 𐙚˙⋆.˚Infinitely Colorful ₊🖌⊹♡

SORRY THIS WAS SO LATE !!! the ask came like october 13th and i was like "huh i have no motivation. let's publish it NOW instead" anyway established relationship mizuena !! they're already girlfriends :DD something fluffy for your eyes after mizu5 (i started writing this like right after it came out so. yeah) i used they/them pronouns for mizuki !! might end up switching to she/they sometime but also i'm not that practiced in writing characters with two different pronouns so uh. the switch might be a little hard :<< warning: this was written by somebody who does not know ANYTHING about makeup. deepest apologies if you tear out your hair while reading ^ person who looked up headcanons and cosplays to figure out what to do for makeup enjoy the show !! ☆彡

Three brief knocks rapped against the front door of the Shinonome's house, almost drowned out by the Nightcord music Ena had blasting in her earbuds. It wasn't her fault Kanade and Mafuyu were such good composers.

"Oi, Akiyama's here," Akito called from outside Ena's room. The music didn't drown out his voice, unfortunately. "You should let them inside."

"I know," Ena retorted, pausing Lower One's Eyes and ripping out her earbuds. "I'm going right now." She knew that Mizuki usually just went upstairs to her room by themself though, so when she opened the door she wasn't surprised to be met with a pair of pale pink eyes shadowed by long eyelashes.

"Hi Ena!" Mizuki greeted cheerfully, having let themself inside the house. (How, Ena had no idea. Maybe she'd left the door unlocked when she tried going outside for better cell service earlier that day.) Mizuki had also kind of invited themself over - Ena had tried to object that she was busy with art projects and homework, but to be honest, she was really tired, and she knew herself well enough to know that she wasn't going to spend the long weekend they had doing homework. So why not spend it with Mizuki instead?

"Hi Mizuki," Ena smiled, letting them in. "You didn't bring as much as I was expecting." Her mind flashed back to the last sleepover they had, when Ena had trouble fitting Mizuki's stuff through the door. This time though, the other had only brought a single, large duffel bag. "Are you sure you didn't forget anything?"

"I don't forget things like you, Ena," Mizuki replied with a teasing grin.

"Hold on. Who was the one that didn't bring the makeup over last time?"

"Aah, I guess you're right. I brought it over this time though!" Mizuki fished out a cute pink makeup bag from their duffel bag, holding it up for Ena to see.

"That's great," said Ena happily. "Let's get started! I was thinking we could go for this look.."

The two chatted eagerly as they made themselves comfortable on the soft, plush cushions on Ena's bedroom floor. Mizuki started with Ena's makeup, their makeup bag and some other things they'd shoved in their duffel bag last minute strewn across the diamond-patterned rug. Their hand found Ena's as they patted blush on her cheeks.

"Hehe, you don't even need blush with how red your cheeks are already," Mizuki teased.

Ena flushed even harder, considering slapping Mizuki in the face. "Shut up!"

Mizuki's hand felt cold in hers as her girlfriend leaned in for the details in her eyeshadow. How did she fall in love with this person again?

"What color do you want your lips?" Mizuki brought out a few lipsticks from their makeup bag, all different shades of pink and red. Ena had hers in a pile on the floor beside them, with colors she didn't think she'd ever used.

"Surprise me," she decided after a moment of thought.

"Ooh, brave are we?" Mizuki reached out a hand to gently press on Ena's eyelids. "Close your eyes then!"

Ena felt a cold stick trailing over her lips, and her mind raced to try and find out which color Mizuki had chosen. Red? No, Mizuki wouldn't have been that bold. Hot pink? That wasn't right either. Mizuki surprisingly had doubts with that color. They'd mentioned it briefly on a Nightcord call once, Ena remembered. She also couldn't see Mizuki choosing any other color that wasn't in the red-pink shades either, like green or blue. Most of those didn't look right on her.

Meaning that it had to be...

"Done!" Mizuki declared happily. "Open your eyes!"

In the mirror Mizuki handed her, Ena's reflection blinked back at her, its eyes widening. A gentle pink was layered over Ena's lips, not too bright, just noticeable enough that someone glancing over wouldn't be able to tell but another gazing at her would. It was almost like a whispered wish, a wisp of cloud at dawn, a tiny brushstroke painting a flower petal.

It was what she'd expected the color would be. She smiled softly.

"It's great," she said, her heart lighter than a ribbon. "Now I'll do your makeup!"

Mizuki nodded in agreement. "Okay!"

Ena put a hand on her chin. How should she do this? Mizuki wore makeup on a regular basis - usually easier and basic things, like foundation and eyeliner, not too extreme. Ena didn't want to pile on makeup, but... she wanted to do something different. Something that would stand out, but only to someone that knew Mizuki. Only to her.

As an artist, Ena had spent most of her life studying things. Not academic wise, that was Mafuyu - studying how things would look on canvases. If she were to paint a scene of the city, how would she make the sky stand out or blend in? How would she make sure the tiny strokes of fur on wolves were visible or if they were just another wolf in the crowd? She almost laughed to herself. All these things where the answers came easily to her, and she had absolutely no idea where to begin on the beautiful, blank canvas of Mizuki's face.

Something that stands out. With the thought in her head, she began her work.

Mizuki usually didn't bother with eyeshadow - if anything, it was only the lightest pink. Ena wanted to stay true to that, while still adding a special flair. She brushed on a thin layer of pink, then added a second layer of lavender reaching from the ends to a blended halfway point on the eyelid. It almost reminded Ena of twilight.

She grinned. Now for the other eye.

"Hey Ena," Mizuki chattered. "Do you have any outfits planned for dress-up later? How should we do our hair? Do you have any movie recommendations? Because I do! What about -"

"Mizuki, stop moving!" Ena said indignantly. "Hold still." She reached out to rest her fingers on Mizuki's cheek, trying to steady their head. Mizuki fell silent instantly, their body still. The silence dragged on until Ena finally finished their eyeshadow, leaning back to survey her work, her hand slipping down to her side.

"Done!" she declared proudly before glancing down to the floor. "Hold on, I forgot the blush.."

She found the blush beside her leg, flicking it open and taking the already pink-pad out. When she looked up, however, Mizuki was struggling to meet her eyes. She paused, frowning, the pad of blush halfway to Mizuki's already bright face.

"What?" she asked with a small frown of confusion.

"E-eh?! Nothing!" Mizuki stammered for a bit, regaining their composure. Their cheeks slowly faded to their normal color. "Carry on, Ena!"

Ena didn't press further, instead opting to finish Mizuki's makeup. Lipstick wasn't that much of a problem since Mizuki usually used lip gloss, but it still took her a moment to think about. She settled on red, not too bright and softer around the edges. She finished off with a small touch of mascara.

"And.. done!" She set the mascara down and handed Mizuki the mirror, scooting over beside Mizuki to look in it as well.

"Wow, Ena! I look so cute~" A reflection of Mizuki's smile grinned at Ena in the mirror, and there was an involuntary tug at the corner of her lips. She rested her head on Mizuki's shoulder, savoring the warmth that radiated from her girlfriend.

"Yeah, you do," Ena breathed.

They stayed like that for a while, Ena's head on Mizuki's shoulder, Mizuki's head on hers, sharing in one another's presence. Every muscle in Ena's body relaxed, her worries and struggles fading from her mind. With her hand tight in Mizuki's, and their other arm wrapped around her shoulders, a blanket of comfort enfolded the two in a seemingly infinitely colorful tranquility. If only time could stop...

"Hmm.. wanna change into our pajamas now? Then we can draw each other!" Mizuki suggested excitedly. "And after that, we can play board games.. ooh, maybe we can bake something as well!"

"Hah? It's going to take all night to do all of that!"

Mizuki laughed. "It isn't a sleepover party if you don't keep going until you fall asleep!"

"Hold on, I think I've heard that somewhere before.."

"Haha, really~?"

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It was supposed to be a little (lot) longer and they were supposed to do all the things Mizuki mentioned above, but I'd already not posted for a (really) long while and thought this was good enough :')) I'm not getting bored of it but it was hard to write for some reason ?? I'll try to do mizuena justice sometime... *cries*

Hope you enjoyed the show !!☆彡 Curtains closing~

[misscinnamonroll16]

Brozone diner au: the day John Dory took off part six

god this is long

He always made the funniest faces. John took that picture too, along with the photo album. John grabbed the rest of the items, taking one last look around the room before heading back to his campervan. After arriving back at his campervan, John Dory decided to bake their grandma's famous fluffleberry cake. After making and decorating the cake, John noticed that the crocodile plush had a tear and was incredibly dirty. He hand washed it and patched up the tear. JD checked his watch, it was only 8:45 pm. John made himself some dinner and put on a movie. Partway through the movie, John dozed off, probably going to be sore tomorrow from sleeping on a couch. John woke up to his usual alarm, stretching and popping his back. John made a quick breakfast and some coffee, packing up the cake to take to work as a thank you gift to his brothers. He grabbed a box to put the book and plush in, hesitating for a moment, what if they didn't want these things? They clearly hadn't been missing them because they were still there. John decided to take them in anyway and talk to Bruce about to make sure his sentiment is understandable, luckily Bruce was the first one in. JD got to the diner, setting the cake and box in the office, locking the door behind him. He usually didn't lock the office when he was here but that stuff was a surprise so he didn't want one of them seeing it. John set everything up as usual, quietly singing to himself, only perking up when he heard Bruce opening the front door. “G’morning Brucie.” John said, pouring Bruce a cup of coffee and handing it to him. Bruce grunted, he's never really been a morning person, taking the cup of coffee. Bruce took a big sip of the coffee, slowly waking up. John Dory gave Bruce time to fully wake up, knowing he'll be an asshole if he's not awake enough. After a few minutes Bruce turned to John, trying to figure out what he's thinking about it. “Alright, what's going on? You're thinking about something." Bruce said before taking another sip of his coffee. “I was just waiting for you to finish waking up. If you're ready, come on." JD mumbled before turning to walk into the back towards the office. Bruce grabbed his coffee and followed John Dory to the office, even more confused. “Ok so yesterday I went back to Grandma's old pod and found some stuff that I'd think you guys would like but I don't know for sure so I want your Older Brother Opinion ™️. I don't know, maybe I'm just being sentimental.” John said, opening the office and showing Bruce the box of items. " Dang, you want my opinion on this? You're probably overthinking this. Aww, that's an adorable picture of Floyd and baby Branch. You trying to make Clay cry by giving him this book? I think Branch might have missed Crocko. Wait, when was this picture taken?” Bruce said as he looked through the box, setting his cup down on the table. " Oh grandma was taking pictures of us for some magazine company and you wouldn't stop making faces. I guess she had that one developed. I remember you being behind her making faces for Clay and Floyd.” JD said, looking down at the picture fondly with Bruce. “Oh now I remember. Yeah, I think this was a good idea but also you were just being sentimental. Find any other good things there?" Bruce asked as he placed the picture back in the box. John shook his head, placing the box on the floor. That's when Bruce noticed it, the cake. John was talking but Bruce didn't hear a word, too focused on the cake, not sure if it was what he thought it was. Finally John Dory realized Bruce wasn't paying attention, following his line of sight. “Yep, that's what you think it is. But you have to wait for the others to get here. It's a little thank you gift for forcing me to take the day off.” John said, stepping in front of Bruce, who was practically drooling. " Well we wouldn't have to force you if you'd just take days off once in a while.” Bruce sassed, finally snapping out of his trance. "I'm trying to be nice and say thank you, don't be an asshole about it.” JD teased.

@bzjohndory

[whumpshaped]

Stray 4

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tw institutional/systemic pet whump, second person pov (and you're the pet!)

You stare at the bowl for a while, contemplating. Technically, he didn't do anything to prevent you from eating it. However... if he comes back, would he still let you have the better food if you ate the paste? You have no idea. And now that he left the cat food, you probably won't lose out on anything if you just give him a moment to bring whatever he wants.

But that doesn't mean you have to leave it out in the open for any real stray cat to snatch up either.

You quickly walk over to the bowl and grab it, then scurry back behind the dumpster. You find yourself fantasising about better food despite yourself. In the shelter, you have been given bread with a crunchy exterior and soft middle, topped with the tastiest cheese and wonderfully fresh vegetables. They have given you warm soup with soft potatoes in it, and sometimes, on really special days, they have even allowed you to have a cupcake. They never told you what the occasion was, but it must've been something good.

It's so easy to romanticise your life from back then. So easy to regret running. So easy to think that maybe, maybe this man will treat you as gently and lovingly as the staff in the shelter have.

You stare at the cat food paste, the stench of it almost as bad as the taste. You close your eyes and try to imagine a bowl of soup instead, something that would warm you up from the inside out even in this harsh, cold weather. You really hope he brings you soup. There is nothing you want more than soup.

You can't help flinching when you hear footsteps from the open end of the alley, but the familiar voice puts you at ease. "Hey, love. I'm back." The man is panting, but he's clearly doing his best to sound as soothing as possible. "I brought lots of stuff for you... You're... still here, yeah?"

You poke your head out and he lets out a relieved sigh. Your eyes widen at the array of food in his hands. And is that—

"I have some soup here... Well, it's just some instant noodles. But I thought you might appreciate the warm stuff... And I also brought some crackers, in case you didn't like the noodles... These are kinda plain, but uh, I don't know what you like, so... Oh, and I had this pre-packaged sandwich too, so I brought that as well... I even threw in an apple in case you liked none of the other options— I'm sorry, I got a little carried away. I hope there's something here that you like."

You're practically vibrating with hunger. Your stomach is rumbling so loudly, there's no way he can't hear it. Why won't he put those down and go away? You really, really want to have at them.

"The only issue is... I'm kind of holding them very awkwardly," he says sheepishly. "I'm afraid I'll drop the soup if I try to put anything down. Can you, um... Can you please take that from me?"

taglist: @whumpsday @the-scrapegoat @project-xiii @justletmereadmywhump @sariadragon @sowhumpful @books-are-everything @littlespacecastle @captain-bo-bob-bobby @morning-star-whump @a-formless-entity @nyooom @100percentevil @catnykit @whumpinthepot @snakebites-and-ink @expressionless-fr

[ryuichirou]

Replies

I skipped replies yesterday, so let’s catch up! I’ll try to reply to as many of you as I can. Thank you for your support and asks!

Starting with a couple of very sweet ones, but also talking about some of our recent artworks, posts, but also about Harveston a tiny little bit…

Anonymous asked:

Ryuichiro do you do commissions? And how much?

I do! You can see my commission info + pricelist here.

I am always open for new commissions and work with a queue.

Anonymous asked:

I love you (as an artist lol)! ❤️ Your art always brings me some kind of joy lol thank you guys for sharing :>

Anooon thank you so much! I am very happy that our stuff brings you joy. It means a lot to hear that <3

Anonymous asked:

You rock, keep drawing we really love your art, please don't pay attention to those good-for-nothing shitty people who are defaming you, I wish I could have the strength like you do to draw  whatever I want and post my drawings in social media, that takes a lot of courage as well. Please take care. You are my motivation to practice my drawing skills.

Thank you very much for your kindness, Anon!! We are very lucky to have supportive people like you around, it really makes all the unfortunate news not sting as much.

I hope you’ll get to draw and post anything you want! Please keep having fun with drawing, I am very happy to contribute to your motivation – it’s an honour.

Anonymous asked:

Hey ryuichi, I've wanted to say that I appreciate you and your Art 🫶🏼 I'm gonna be real honest with you i feel really safe here. I love how open and friendly you are, and I feel like I can be myself around here and let my freak out, lol.

Especially after the whole drama that occurred on Twitter about Jamil's new PJ card! It's so exhausting. Anyway, lots of Love! 🫶🏼

Thank you, Anon! <3 I am very happy to hear that you feel safe to let your freak out here. Letting your freak out is very important!! 💪

Jamil being too sexy for puritans to handle was definitely not on my 2k24 bingo card and yet here we are lol Shouldn’t be surprised about it though, the card is insane. Of course, the actual drama was about people acting allegedly inappropriately, but I don’t know what’s so inappropriate about looking at a sexy png with bedroom eyes and feeling like you want to give all of your possessions to that png. Sounds perfectly appropriate to me!

Jokes aside, I am very excited about this round of birthday cards, even though Jamil’s is going to be hard to beat…

Anonymous asked:

Hii! Are you ok with 3 people ships?? If yes what are your thoughts on Rook x Vil&Leona?

Sorry if not, I am new here and I really like your insights on the relationships _:(´ཀ`」 ∠):

Hi, Anon! Welcome aboard! <3

I am ok with a lot of 3 people ships; usually the main rule is that characters in our ships don’t switch (tops stay tops and bottoms stay bottoms), and we tend to gravitate towards two tops/one bottom combinations, although exceptions are possible.

With this particular character combination, while I absolutely love Rook’s delusions and fantasies about having these two specific cakes and eating both of them at the same time, I don’t really like having Leona in any proximity to Vil much… To be fair, I wouldn’t say it’s an absolute no-no: a boy (Rook) can dream, I am just not super crazy about it I guess. I see the vision though 🤔

Anonymous asked:

Do u like leovil too? Or is it only rookvil?

Unfortunately, LeoVil is one of the ships I would consider a notp. Not only because of two characters that we see as bottoms; I also don’t like it in general personally.

Anonymous asked:

At some point, you should put up a counter that says "It has been [x] days since the last person who clearly sent an ask before reading the pinned post" and we'll all cross our fingers waiting for it to get to like a three or higher 😭

(for the record, this isn’t related to the previous Anons!)

Yeah, and the funny thing is that when we wrote that post I said that I’ll just start skipping these asks, but I just…can’t. I want to reply 😔

Anonymous asked:

I notice you have a couple of pics of Idia and Sebek kissing in harveston. It doesn’t look like they were just fighting so what happened to bring on this make out session?

To be honest, there isn’t any specific scenario that is behind those pics, but I vaguely wanted to make it seem like they just couldn’t argue anymore and started making out lol The tension got too strong, somehow they overstepped that boundary and got way too into it.

icedefloweringtornado asked:

So the EN server is currently doing the Harveston event and Epel talking about using biochemical stuff for gardening just had me thinking about how Leona also wants to upgrade how his homeland does things. These young kids so tired of old people.

Not to turn this into another Leona slander, but wouldn’t it be funny if Epel was more successful with this whole thing lol We know Scar doesn’t have a very good track record when it comes to keeping lands prospering and fruitful… I guess Savanna needs Epel’s help 💪

blackbutlerfandomnerddomain asked:

Fem Azul...🤤

(related to this art)

Yes….her :( <3

Anonymous asked:

I, a heterosexual female, am currently losing it over your fem!Azul. She’s so gorgeous, I want her to kick me down the stairs and force me into slave labor 😫😫😫😫😫😫

I wanted to yell noooo Anon don’t do this to yourself, but at the same time yeah understandable 😭

You know this woman abuses her charm like no other. Too bad not a lot of people in her school are charmed by her…

Anonymous asked:

lmao your response with cater “he is good at multiplying” help. the last thing NRC needs is horny hare cater…he would definitely get in trouble for messing around with the other buns (deuce and epel).

(related to this post)

And since he is good at multiplying, he could multiply for all of the other bun-boys at the same time! Multitasking, baby! This is definitely not something NRC would be capable to handle…

Anonymous asked:

I couldn't help but wonder if neige will decide to permitly host vil to keep him safe after seeing him crying

(related to this art)

Awww, well, for starters he would definitely want to invite him to hang out together! To cheer him up~

And then he will lock him in his house

Anonymous asked:

Thank you for seeing the greatness of bottom malleus. I'm so well-fed because of you. 💖💖💖

Enjoy, Anon, I am so happy you’re eating well. I am happy to provide.

When we first got into twst, I was genuinely surprised that there wasn’t a lot of bottom Malleus stuff around, so I am very glad there are people who share this vision…

Anonymous asked:

Do you think Malleus hordes anything like what a regular dragon does? If so, what do you think it is? (Besides broken cellphones, I mean)

I wanted to make a witty joke about him hoarding Lilia but your broken cellphones joke caught me off-guard lol

He is probably a hoarder! I think he would hoard sentimental gifts or anything people bring to him, but also for some reason I see him hoarding books.

He should be hording tamagotchi toys though.

Anonymous asked:

omg donkey!(insert random top) x dragon!mallues when

and who is shrek

(related to this reply lol)

I WISH WE HAD A TWST-FIED SHREK IN TWST THAT WOULD BE 3D FOR NO REASON BECAUSE THEY (HE AND DONKEY) ARE INVADERS FROM ANOTHER UNIVERSE AAAAHHH bishie Shrek I haven’t met you yet but I love you already

I wonder who would be a good fit for the donkey!(top) though. But I keep joking about Ace becoming a donkey in Playful Land… Someone got way too lucky, huh.

Anonymous asked:

https://www.reddit.com/r/HouseOfTheDragon/comments/1cpql71/which_dragon_do_you_think_donkey_would_choose/ None, Malleus is coming to sweep him away

EXACTLY. And good for Malleus, honestly. This man will make him laugh! ALWAYS!

Anonymous asked:

Your response about the dragon pussy reminded me of this game called Deepest Sword, where you have to "Plunge your sword deep into the dragon's heart!".  I imagine after a number of failed hook ups Lilia makes anyone who wants to fuck dragon Malleus play it first to weed out the more disappointing lays

Anon, I spent at least 5 minutes looking at screencaps from the game picturing Malleus LOL WHY DOES IT WORK.

Imagine potential suitors facing Lilia and being certain that this is one of the “you have to go through ME before you get to him!” type of deals, only to have to play this game for peepaw until he approves of your plunging technique. This doesn’t translate into an irl skill, Lilia!!

[rinsuniverse]

Sorry if I'm bombarding you with requests, but my friend and I have been trying to learn how to dance to left and right. We have no dance experience and it's going horribly 🤣 what about a hoshi imagine of trying to teach dance to his s/o who has two left feet

dancing with soonyoung! ✧˖°.

this is a cute idea!

imagine you're in a practice room with hoshi <3

"so, what dance did you want to learn?"

"left and right," you say, feeling motivated and ready. "please :)"

he nods, setting up the music

"so cute. my beautiful lover finally dancing with me," he says, faking tears

he quickly demonstrates the chorus part before pausing the music

"did you see that?"

"yeah-"

"did you see how cool i looked?"

"yes, soonyoung-"

"aren't you so lucky i'm your boyfriend?"

"soonyoung. yes."

he grins with pride before moving to show you the first steps

he slowly guides you, watching you attentively in the mirror

"honey, gently and smoothly move your arms when you do that step, like this!" he would say, holding your arms and guiding you

"okay, are you ready to try for the first time?"

"hmm, i think so," you say. "this is a little embarrassing to do in front of you, but-"

"don't be embarrassed, beautiful!!! i'm sure you'll do great. because after all, i'm the best teacher," he says with a wink

he plays the music and watches you dance, but you fumble on your feet and awkwardly stand while looking at him with an embarrassed expression when you're done with the chorus

he's hiding his smile behind his hand

he's trying his absolute best not to laugh

he is fighting DEMONS istg

"soonyoung, are you laughing?"

"n-no! you're just- you're so cute!" he says, stifling his chuckles

"i know i messed up! help me again!"

"on it, boss!"

and he helps you, patiently guiding you no matter how long it takes for you to get the moves

when it's break time, he sits down with his back against the mirror

when you sit next to him, he moves you so that you're laying your head in his lap

"you're doing great," he says, smiling down at you. "i'm proud of you!"

"i have two left feet."

"i mean, true, but-"

"hey!"

"what? you said it first!"

"it's embarrassing hearing it from you!"

"i'm so sorry! you're doing well, though. it might seem difficult since you don't have as much experience as i do. and don't feel any pressure about that. your wonderful boyfriend will teach you any and every dance that you want to learn!"

you look at his determined smile and scoff jokingly

he helps you figure out the dance moves

occasionally, he'll mock your dance moves and laugh

which makes you glare at him

but you both laugh it off anyway!

when you do manage to do the whole dance successfully,

he's sitting on the ground against the mirror and he's so shocked

his jaw dropped and his eyes wide open

"wow"

"what?"

"just- wow."

"soonyoung, what the-"

"you did so good! you're such a good dancer, oh my god, i'm dating such a talented person-"

"soonyoung!"

"it's true! you hit those moves so well!"

"thanks, i tried my best."

"but it's definitely because you have the best teacher."

"wow."

"it's true!"

and then he sets up a tiktok so you can both dance to left and right

he might not post it in case you aren't public yet, but he'll make sure to save it into his phone and treasure it forever!

thank you so much for requesting, and i'm so sorry it took me so long to answer! i've been so unbelievably busy. feel free to request many, many more things!

(p.s. requests are still open! i specialize in woozi stuff, but i don't mind writing about other svt members! i can also do some nsfw if you want! so request whatever and as much as you want! ς(>‿<.))

[nolantan]

Nolantan

Chapter 2 The Human Village

Dyani and Aurora have been walking for a few days it was almost sunset when they arrive at a village next to a lake connected to a river Dyani reads the map " This should be the Human Village we can rest here before we get to the mountain behind it" Aroura sighs "Humans..." if there was one thing that both Winter and Summer Fawns could agree on is to be wary of humans so much that on the rare occasions they would team up agents them.

Aurora hides in her hoodie and Dyani hides in his hair and they walk in carefully people are out and about doing their daily stuff.

They walk then suddenly a blue-haired girl wearing a white and red jumpsuit falls landing on Aurora dropping her hoodie.

"ow!" Aurora yelps.

The girl rubs her head and looks at her " Oh I'm sorry!" she scoots off of her "You ok?" Aurora stands up and quickly hides in her hoodie again "Yeah..." " I'm Slor" " I'm Dyani and that's Aurora" he replies

Once Slor gets a good look at them she is confused "What are you?" she goes to stand up but then falls as she feels pain in her leg " Are you ok?" Dyani asks concerned and trying to change the subject.

" what were you even doing?"

Slor nods " Yes I'm fine I'm good at falling. I was practicing a stunt I wanted to do." She stands up but her leg hurts and she has to sit back down “Ow…”

"I thought you said you were good at falling."

"I am! Just not the landing part…"

"do you need help getting to a medical area?"

“ No I’m fine I can get there myself” She tries to walk but falls.

"yeah, we’re helping you."

They take Slor over to a medical building and a green-haired boy and a purple-haired girl come out.

They both sigh.

Slor looks nervous " H-Hey, Liam Mythias..."

Liam huffs " Again..." and takes her inside as she has a nervous smile.

Mythias looks at the kids “Thank you for taking her here who knows how long it would take her to come anyways” “This is normal?” Dyani asks.

“ Yeah, she’s a stubborn one who wants to do one thing and won’t take no for an answer.”

“We are looking for a place to stay for the night.”

“ Hm oh, there’s an inn not too far from here let me take you there.”

Mythias leads them to the inn and helps them get a room.

They thank her and go into a room.

It was a small room with two beds and a window showing the night sky.

Aurora flops on a bed face first and Dyani just sits on the other one “ I’ve never been this far from home before” Aurora moves her head to look at him “Honestly me either.. I’m not used to all this heat” she lays on her back and holds the crystal necklace “ what is that for” “ it’s a cold absorbing crystal every Winter Fawn get one the moment they are born basically they make it so we can live in the cold..” her thoughts wander off to something else and she gets sad but shakes it off.

"Knowing my mom she's probably going to send some guards to come find me.." Dyani noted. Aurora sighs " Don't get me wrong I love my mom but she can be really overprotective I don't really blame her tho my dad was killed by Winter Fawn before I was born..." " Oh...I'm sorry."

" Don't be it wasn't you who did it.."

The next day they wake up to Slor climbing in through the window.

" What th!-" "Hey time to get up! we've got shopping to do!" Dyani is groggy and confused. “ You helped me now I want to help you!” Slor drags them out of bed.

“ Hey, we don’t need help.” “ Do you have money to pay for anything?” Both Fawns go quiet.

“ Exactly I’m helping you.” she helps them pay for their room then takes them to a cafe.

“ Ian some of your famous breakfast please!”

They see a tan person at the corner with green hair and green eyes “Coming right up Slor” They sit at a table after a few minutes Ian comes out with three plates that have a combination of pancakes and waffles on them.

“ These are Ian’s famous Panfles they are the best thing ever!” Slor says excitedly already eating hers.

Aurora is hesitant but after seeing Dyani bite into his and makes an in awe face and eats the rest she decides to try it.

She ate a bite.

And it’s amazing.

It’s a warm, buttery sweetness with a crispiness, blending the best of both pancakes and waffles. The batter is rich, fluffier, and hints of vanilla. The crispy edges create a crunchy exterior, while the tender, fluffy inside melts into a soft, buttery middle.

Once they eat it all Slor pays for the food and they go to the market. They look at supplies and food.

While looking at the fruit stands they come across a pale brown-haired man and a kid in a wolf hoodie that looks way too big for her

" What do demons eat...?" The man mumbles.

"Hi, Lucas!" Slor waves at him

Lucas jumps and hides the child behind him " H-Hi Slor! Sorry I didn't see you there"

" It's fine anyway who's that behind you?"

" Oh..um...she's my friend's kid I'm just...babysitting for them for a while..."

They chat while the child pecks out looks at Dyani and Aurora and goes over to them.

She looks at them amazed "Your Fawn." she smiles.

" Um... no."

"Yeah, you are I can tell because of your noses."

"Well keep it down..." Dyani hushes her.

"You worried about the humans? I am too but this one is nice." She quickly shows them her tail and horns but one is broken before hiding again. " I'm Balor."

"Oh I've heard of your kind demon right?"

Balor nods as Aurora is getting confused.

Lucas quickly goes to Balor and leaves with her waving to the kids.

While finishing shopping a child with blue hair and a horn on her head in overalls comes up to them Slor gets really nervous.

" umm, can we help you??"

"I want that!" she points to the star clip that's on Aurora's head.

"No, it's mine!" Aurora snapped.

"W-we should go..." Slor urges.

"I want it!" she stomps her foot.

Aurora is getting annoyed fast " No!"

"No means no kid sorry." Dyani chims in.

Not satisfied with that answer she starts staring at them her swirl eyes start to spin creating a hypnotic feeling.

Dyani’s eyes turn into hers and he falls into a trance but Aurora doesn’t and is confused as unknown to her the star is glowing protecting her Slor is looking away terrified.

Angry that Aurora isn’t affected she orders Dyani to grab the star

" Yes, Dina," Dyani answered robotically. He reaches for the star " Dyani what are you doing!" yells Aurora trying to fend him off and they get exposed in front of everyone Aurora ends up poking Dyani in the eye and that gets him out of the trance.

"Ow! ...Wha..?"

" W-What are those!"

"Don't get close! They could be dangerous!"

" Hey, freaks get out of here!"

The people are starting to get scared and want them out of the village.

Dina giggles and runs off.

Aurora is mad and tries to go after her but the townspeople surround them.

Dyani gets scared and hides behind Aurora.

The people keep getting closer.

Then suddenly Slor grabs the two and runs off with them.

They run out of the village and hide.

“That was a close one…” Dyani pants “Why did you help us you are a human too..” Aurora questions Slor.

“ Simple you helped me now I want to help you too and go with you.”

“ We need to get to the top of that mountain.”

“ Why?”

Aurora sighed “ We’ll explain on the way.”

Slor nods as they get going.

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