#at first i started to doodle in between books 10 and 11

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Yeah... Uh... I was procrastinating the start of the last book of Hiccup's memoirs by drawing.

(Sorry about the big watermark, I didn't think it would look this big and didn't occur to me to sign every single one of the doodles)

Close-ups under the cut so this doesn't take much space in yall's feed <3

Camicazi's pose came out purely because of the space I had on my page, and I loved how she turned out! She looks like a spiky blonde gremlin lol

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A Surrealistic Life (Adrenaline Junkie Part 17)

Part 1     Part 2     Part 3     Part 4     Part 5     Part 6     Part 7     Part 8     Part 9     Part 10     Part 11     Part 12     Part 13     Part 14     Part 15     Part 16

Spotify Playlist (collaborative)

Warnings: swearing, derealization, depression, grief, blood, mentions of death, nightmares, panic attacks

Word count: 3,385

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You cried in Philza’s arms for hours on end until you couldn’t cry anymore. Your head was left pounding and your throat scratchy from the loud crying, but you didn’t care. Nothing mattered anymore, without Arthur you were nothing. The past two and a half years just- just didn’t exist. Your mind was still reeling, the words ‘will you always be with me?’ echoing through your mind constantly filling you with guilt. 

With one last shuddering inhale, you separated yourself from Philza and wiped at the tears that had long since dried on your face. His eyes, vigilant as ever, scanned your form looking for any sign of distress. In his eyes, you saw pity and grief. This angered you, you didn’t need his pity; you were long past the point of pitiful glances. Well, you were, he wasn’t. 

You purse your lips as you watch his eyes flick between your wing and where your other wing was supposed to be. Sorrow flashes in his eyes before he looks back at you with a small, painfully fake smile. With one hand, he gently pushes your shoulder down back onto the bed and stands up. 

“I’ll be back, you get some rest.” 

With the slightest hint of a nod, you watched as he lingered in the doorway before hesitantly walking out of your room. After he left your room, you locked the door behind him. That door remained locked for weeks on end, every knock or attempt at conversation was never answered by you. Their words were nothing but background noise in the back of your mind. 

Instead of responding, you would lay in bed staring at the ceiling with unfocused eyes thinking about nothing but everything you’ve lost. Only occasionally you would leave your room to attend to your most basic needs when you were sure that everybody was asleep or out of the house. 

The days meshed together as your thoughts consume you in a whirlwind of unorganized messes. Several times, you’ve worked yourself into panic attacks and paranoia filled spiraling because you didn’t know what was real anymore. 

Being left alone with your thoughts was something that you always avoided by constantly tinkering with contraptions, your thoughts wandered off to places that greatly disturbed you. But now, you let those thoughts wash over you without a care. Your dreams reflected this; they were plagued with images of Arthur looking up at you with large puppy dog eyes and a large smile before he would be sucked into darkness screaming for you to help him, to do anything, but you were always glued in place leaving you to watch helplessly as he left you over and over again. 

Another common one you would have is Arthur getting lost in a bellowing snowstorm in the dead of night. You would be wandering through thick snow calling his name until you would come across a small, pale hand peeking out of an abnormal lump of snow; dread would always fill you during those dreams, it was a parent’s worst nightmare to lose their child.

Other dreams, though very rare, would be pleasant; whether they were about you and Arthur whistling a small tune as you both invented something or a small picnic on the cliff laughing freely into the air, you would always wake up in the mornings prepared to greet him and cook breakfast with him. It wasn’t until you moved your right arm and found that it had limited mobility that you realized that everything was a dream.

You hated those dreams, they always gave you a false sense of hope that everything was okay. Nothing is okay, absolutely nothing. 

You refused to believe that… whatever was going on didn’t happen; Philza had said that the last few years had been fake, something that your mind had made up as some form of coping mechanism, but who’s to say that this isn’t a hallucination as well? Both your experiences felt completely different from each other, this reality could be the hallucination for all you knew. 

The only thing on your mind was how you needed to get back to Arthur in any possible way you could. If Arthur didn’t exist in this reality, you didn’t want to be in it. You need him and he needs you, you didn’t want to imagine a reality without him. If you got yourself into this by dying, perhaps that was your ticket back to him. Perhaps there was a way to reverse this. 

You were going to get your son back, and you were going to die trying. 

Until then, you just have to wait out your family. They’d just stop you in the end and you couldn’t have that. You’d have to put on an act that you were perfectly fine and that would entail inventing everything over again, but you were fine with that; if you made it once, you can make it again. 

With a newfound sense of purpose, you searched your closet for your old cloak but then you remembered you got your cloak weeks after your first death. Groaning to yourself, you settled for your old bomber jacket. The slits in the back of it wouldn’t cover your nub, so you awkwardly tucked it underneath the fabric of the cloth. It shot pain down your spine, but you shook it off; the pain was something you could handle, you’ve had worse. 

Without another thought, you quietly left your room with only one destination in mind. 

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You softly padded down the basement stairs towards your workshop. When you arrived at the bottom of the stairs, you paused and looked around. The walls that were once covered with sloppy sketches and words written in two different handwritings, both equally as messy and rushed, were barren for the most part; you forgot that the walls were painted an off white color. Your filing cabinets were gone, replaced with cardboard boxes containing old clothes and toys with thick layers of dust sitting peacefully on top of them. The crafting table sat in the corner of the room wasn’t worn, in fact it looked brand new, not a scratch could be seen on the surface. 

Everything was wrong. 

You numbly walked over to your desk and picked up the paper that laid on it, holding it up to the light. It was the first draft to your TNT launcher. The sight of the crude, minimal sketches made you cringe, it was far too messy; you had no idea how you could make out what your sloppy handwriting pointed to or what materials were supposed to go where. 

You dropped the paper and let it flutter to the floor without a care. Your eyes flickered over the desk and eyed the notebook sitting on top of a stack of spare papers. A spark of hope ignited inside of you, this was the notebook Arthur so often doodled in with different ideas of what could be invented. 

You snatched it and flipped the front cover over with haste. A wide smile stretched your lips when you caught sight of the small handwriting that littered the page. It was yours, but you had given it to Arthur so that he could learn and copy from your early years. It was perfect for a blueprint template, neat and organized. 

However as you flipped through the book, your smile dropped and the little hope that flared in your chest was snuffed out. You stared at the blank page as frustration built up inside of you. Before you knew it, you threw the notebook at the opposite wall as hard as you could. You were left standing in the middle of the cold basement with your chest heaving and your teeth gritted. 

Everything was so wrong. So, so wrong. 

You heard footsteps thunder down the stairs before they came to a stop behind you. Hesitant footsteps made their way over to you, you didn’t even have to turn around to know who it was. 

“(Y/n)? Is everything-”

“Nothing is okay, Tommy,” you gritted out, “absolutely nothing about this is okay.” 

He said nothing as he walked around you and put his hand on your clenched fist, his fingers curling around yours and opening your hand. Your palm stung slightly as you glanced down at it. Four small, crescent shaped cuts were imprinted on your skin slowly starting to glisten with blood. 

Huffing, you ripped your hand out of his grasp and glanced at his face. You caught yourself doing a double take as you saw just how innocent he looked. No sign of hidden pain in his shining blue eyes, no scars littering his skin, and the bags that once made him look years older was nonexistent. He was your annoying, gremlin of a little brother again. He was Tommy again. 

You watched as his eyebrows furrowed and his head tilted slightly, “why are you looking at me like that?” 

“No reason,” you breathed out before you shook your head trying to rid your mind of your frustrations, “no reason at all…”

He awkwardly coughed and nodded slightly, “right…”  

You cleared your throat and glanced off to the side at the book laying on the floor. Tommy’s eyes followed where you were looking and went to pick it up. You felt a twinge in your heart as he started to flip through it much like you did earlier. He looked up at you with furrowed brows, “why’d you throw this? What’d the book do to you?” He jokingly asked you. 

“It didn’t do anything and that’s the problem,” you mumbled out before you snatched the book out of his hands and tossed it into the trash can. 

“Why are you acting so weird? I know you just died and all, but you never let that notebook out of your sight and now you’re just tossing it into the bin!” Tommy fished it out of the trash can and haphazardly placed it back onto your desk on top of the stack of unused paper. You could feel your eye twitch at it’s placement before you threw it away again. 

“Leave it there, I don’t want it. I won’t need it anymore anyways,” you murmured under your breath. 

“Why wouldn’t you need it- wait, don’t tell me you’re quitting working with redstone. Cuz I’ll have you know that you’re going to be the best goddamned inventor this gods forsaken world has ever known and-”

“I’m not going to quit,” you interrupted him, “trust me, I’ll need whatever I can make. I just… don’t need it anymore, I already know exactly what I need to make.” I can’t stand the sight of Arthur’s notebook so empty and blank your mind supplied yourself. 

He tilted his head slightly, “even without the bluepri-”

“Even without the blueprints,” you curtly nodded and automatically turned to look at the bulletin board hanging above your desk only to sigh when you once again saw that it was barren. “I made these things thousands of times before, I know what I’m doing,” your gaze zeroed in on the half finished blueprint for your automatic crossbow, “I’ll just make them again.” 

Tommy once again looked at you with furrowed brows and inquisitive eyes, you could just see the curiosity and confusion swimming around in his baby blue orbs, “what do you mean, you literally only have one prototype of everything on here.” 

“You wouldn’t believe me even if I told you, so just drop it.” You hadn’t meant to snap at him like that, but the frustration was just too overwhelming to ignore. Just as you could see him start to get dejected from the corner of your eye, you made quick work of changing the subject.

“You know, I could hear what you said when I wasn’t awake. I really appreciated the music, it was a nice change of pace.”

He tensed before his eyes were drawn to the empty space over your shoulder. His breath hitched slightly as a sorrowful look appeared in his eyes. Looking back at you, he grabbed your shoulder and pulled you into a tight hug. You didn’t struggle against him despite your frustrations, you knew he needed you right now. You could still remember how broken he was when you were unconscious. The way his lip wobbled slightly before he hugged you reminded you of Arthur. 

You gently hugged him back and wrapped your wing around him. He gripped you tighter, his breath shuddering as wetness started to hit your head. You said nothing as you started to hum and run your fingers along his back tracing out patterns without a particular one in mind. 

Eventually, he pulled away from you and chuckled sardonically, wiping his tears away with a fist, “you’re the one who died and I’m the one being comforted. Gods, it’s pathetic.” 

“It’s okay to feel emotions, Tommy. You should never bottle them up, it sounded like you needed a good hug anyways. I’m happy to give you that,” you softly told him.  

He said nothing as he crossed his arms and shifted on his feet, avoiding your gaze. For a moment, your tall brother was replaced by a short, red haired boy wearing that same expression. You purse your lips in thought, your previous frustrations completely gone and replaced with an urge to comfort him or at least distract him. Though a deep sadness dragged your body down at the thought of Arthur, Tommy just reminded you too much of him. It was eerily uncanny in your opinion.

Ideas swarmed your head as you thought back to how you comforted Arthur when he fell down. Besides talking to him, you would always teach him something; knowledge to Arthur is- was like a sponge absorbing water. It gave him a distraction to whatever got him down, maybe that would work for Tommy as well. 

Wordlessly, you walked over to your desk and gestured for him to follow you. You plopped him into your office chair and pulled one of the cardboard boxes up to the desk. In the process, you grabbed your gloves, goggles, and everything you would need to set up a simple timed piston. The smallest spark of happiness flashed inside you as you saw that your resources were fully stocked. 

“What are you doing?” 

“Well, Tommy, I’m going to show you how to set up one of my favorite redstone mechanisms. Put these on,” you handed him the gloves and goggles and watched as he put them on. The goggles were a bit small on him, but besides that, everything fit him. 

“Now, you’re going to want to…”

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Hours passed as you both worked together on the contraption. Slowly, you could see Tommy loosening up and making more jokes, successfully distracted. However, you didn’t expect yourself to follow suit. Laughter came easier to you whenever Tommy would joke around, your troubles long forgotten. 

It took a little longer than you were used to, but eventually Tommy started to follow along with the precision you’d expect from a beginner. Slowly but surely, with many mistakes along the way, there was a working piston system sitting on the desk. 

Tommy triumphantly laughed into the air as he watched the pistons work in tandem with one another. You laughed alongside him and ruffled his hair, “nice job, Artie! I knew you could do it!” 

Tommy completely stopped and looked at you in confusion, “‘Artie’? Who’s that?” 

You completely froze in place, you hadn’t meant to call him Artie. He was Tommy, he was your blond little brother, not your ginger son. Tommy was his own person, he was Tommy, not Arthur. You mentally scolded yourself for constantly mixing the two up. 

“Artie is- well, he’s just… Arthur is my old friend,” you stammered out after tripping over your words clumsily. Tommy couldn’t find out about Arthur, nobody could. That’d just ruin your plan. 

He snorted, “sure, ‘old friend’. You know, if Dad finds out that you’re dating someone he’d ground you for life.” 

“I’d never date anybody, you know that,” you scolded him with your nose wrinkled in disgust. “He’s just an old friend and you remind me of him.”

“Well, old friend or not, he sounds amazing if I remind you of him!”

You smiled sadly as your mind flashed to images of Arthur at various points in his life, “he really was, you would’ve loved him, Tommy. He might’ve been the best person I’ve ever met.” 

“Why don’t you tell me about him? I can preen your wings-” Tommy abruptly stopped himself and looked like he’d just accidentally kicked a puppy, looking at you with wide eyes and red tinted cheeks. 

Just as he started opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water, you chuckled at his expression, “you’re fine, Tommy. It’s just going to take some time for you to get used to this,” you shifted your wing and cringed at the uncomfortable feeling. You haven’t preened your wings since before you left for the cave nearly two months ago, and your wing was a mess of bent and loose feathers. “I’d… actually like a good preening, are you sure you know how to do it?” 

“Please,” he scoffed before pushing you to sit down in your desk chair, “I’ve seen you and Dad do it to each other thousands of times, I think I know what I’m doing.” 

“That isn’t how that- you know what? Just go ahead. Make sure you get any loose feathers and straighten them out,” you stretched your wing out and hoped for the best. Tommy surprisingly did a decent job of straightening out feathers, he just had to work on distinguishing loose feathers from intact feathers (you were now missing a couple of smaller feathers). 

The entire time, you were telling him how amazing your boy was. Sure, you might’ve overexaggerated just a little bit, but Arthur was certainly someone that deserved the praise. That kid was something else, truly a prodigy at both redstone and compassion. Leaving out the fact that Arthur was your adopted son and that he was ten years old was a little hard, but you managed to avoid that. 

You could tell that Tommy knew something was different about you, but you guessed that he just assumed the changes were because of your death and not because you were technically two and a half years older than you physically are. 

When he was done, you looked at your wing and you were pleasantly surprised at how well he did; sure there were a few loose feathers and they were partially crooked, but you could tell that Tommy did his best with them. 

“Thanks, Toms,” you smiled at him after you tucked your wing back in, “I really appreciate you doing that, it was starting to bother me.”

“It’s no problem,” he puffed out his chest in pride, “I told you I knew what I was doing.” 

“And I’m sorry for ever doubting you. Who knows, maybe Dad’ll let you do his wings next.” 

“Oh gods no,” Tommy shuddered slightly, “his are massive and he has two of them! If doing yours took me an hour and a half, I’d hate to see how long it’d take me to do his.” 

You cringed, remembering the last time you preened his wings. Though you were experienced, it had taken you two full hours for each wing. “Yeah, his wings are huge. Gods, I hope my wing doesn’t get to be that size.” Though they grew to be nowhere near Philza’s wingspan when you were in that reality, you weren’t sure if yours was going to be larger or smaller than what they were. 

Just as Tommy was about to open his mouth to respond to you, Wilbur’s voice echoed down the stairwell, “Tommy, dinnertime!” 

“Well c’mon then, let’s go. I’ll race you there,” was all Tommy said to you before he bolted up the stairs with a booming laugh, skipping every third step. You could feel your heart stop when he almost tripped on one of the stairs because he skipped too many. Rushing after him, you shouted at him, “Tommy, walk! You’re going to break your neck if you keep running up and down the stairs!”

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DNP Rewatch: Draw My Life: Part 2

Date video was published: 08/18/2019 (X)

DNP Main Channel Rewatch: 399

Phil’s second “Draw My Life Video.” The first one was all the way back in February of 2013. So many changes since then! And this video ended up trending at #1 for Phil.

0:07 - of course he’s wearing one of his new merch t-shirts in the drawing. also the “I’m still alive”...glad he clarified that

0:12 - I love that he picked up right where the other one left off

0:18 - that unicorn...is something 😂

0:34 - important addition

0:47 - that move must have been stressful and terrifying

1:12 - always at least an effort for their fringes to go the right way in his drawing. also, eclipse shirt!

1:21 - I think he needed a bigger eraser for this

1:36 - love the red “no” button 😂

1:54 - it’s interesting that ‘they’ (the producers, I assume) wanted Phil to be fully in charge at first. it definitely seems like Dan is much better under pressure

2:07 - it feels so bizarre that the last draw my life video he made was before that

2:58 - I can see why they thought they needed to do that, but yikes. no wonder things got overwhelming

3:08 - I always forget how much hosting/presenting/etc. they did at that time

3:22 - lol at the reference back to Reading The Creepiest Email I’ve Ever Been Sent

3:27 - Phil being more open about how that made him feel. you never would have known that he was struggling with that at the time

3:47 - oh Phil 🙁 I can’t imagine that on top of everything else he was already juggling.  I talked about when they probably found out Nigel was ill in my post for FIREWORKS FAIL!

4:06 - aww at this drawing of his dad as a super hero

4:21 - how he managed to hold it together, especially doing so much “live” work with the radio and everything

4:29 - Phil’s parents seem like they are so supportive of him. and the “trips home” bit...there was a lot of speculation back at the time as to why he was going to see his parents so much

4:50 - Phil tweeted in December 2013 about watching anime with his dad 😊

4:54 - this picture is so sweet

5:14 - the implication that of course they decided together what their next step would be

5:34 - really bringing out the colored markers for that!

5:56 - more feelings that he definitely didn’t talk about when this was happening

5:59 - bringing out the brown for Dan’s hair now and giving him a big smile 🥺 and then giving himself a big smile too! they really do put 100% effort and care into every project

6:12 - probably a bit of overcompensation after they felt like they had no control before

6:35 - having to fight that over and over again must have been very stressful

6:48 - I don’t know about this boat drawing, lol

7:03 - they took so many risks that ended up working out (with a lot of hard work from them)

7:22 - they are still so proud of TABINOF/TATINOF...some of the comments they made about during the stereo shows last year were just 😭

7:58 - interesting to hear Phil talk about those feelings after the first tour as well, and even more so after II

8:25 - and then this on top of all the other stress! HOW. having each other for support must have been so so important

8:50 - lol at dramatic Phil

8:58 - Phil had previously talked about hating that photo shoot in Taking Quizzes About Myself!

9:27 - foreshadowing the doodle planner

9:40 - I mean...sure. not like they had enough going on (although the gaming channel did start pre-book and tour, thought they must have already been planning those things too)

10:05 - fireworks effect running joke!

10:18 - that was too much. also the little shout-out thanks to Dan 🥺

10:32 - “WE had some priorities” of course

10:51 - this drawing 🙁

11:05 - Phil loves slipping points he wants to get across to the audience into the middle of videos, like this one about “secret projects”

11:43 - the consideration over the years they’ve had to make for the balance between privacy and sharing even a little something

11:50 - so much we didn’t know about! they talked about even move in one of the stereo shows

12:09 - another important point Phil definitely wanted to get across

12:19 - I love how amused they seem that Truth Bombs is a thing that exists

12:43 - correctly using “Dan and I” there. also, love that he started drawing Dan with curly hair after the TATINOF era stuff

13:24 - nice Martyn shout-outs. I wonder if Martyn ever thinks about just how weird it is/how they job he has came about

13:30 - sneaking in some self-spon

13:42 - such a random couple of additions here, haha

14:19 - shade and a reference to those “TBC” dates

14:44 - I am disturbed by the feet in this drawing

14:58 - yay Phil. the quiff is definitely superior

15:16 - yikes at the whole thing about having to cancel one of the Manila shows. Dan went more into detail in YWGTTN about why too

15:31 - this drawing is great

16:01 - little misspeak there; there wasn’t a full Gamingmas in 2018

16:20 - aww Phil 😕 I’m so glad they scaled back a bit after all of that

16:48 - the house mention! they had already been working on it for a while at this point! I wonder how soon after this they thought they were going to be able to move, and if this was some hint-dropping in preparation for that (even though it ended up taking another year+)

16:59 - Phil coining the “project sphere” phrase there

17:12 - so important! so happy for them that they are able to balance things better now

17:36 - more explanation for the gaming channel then they had given when they stopped doing it, which was good at this point. still holding out hope for the return of whatever DAPG 2.0 will be!

18:09 - love that VPMO was the drawing here, and in 2020 Dan made a bit of a return starting with VPMO 2. also showing that Dan might be off-camera more after this

18:29 - Phil talking about how meeting their audience on tour really affected him too

18:48 - ahappyphil 🥺

18:56 - love that Dan is included in the drawing of the drawing

19:01 - WOW reference all the way back to Sebastian: Universe Defender

19:15 - yes, love seeing anything that comes out of Phil’s mind

19:21 - winking face! I hope whatever this is still comes to be for Phil

I love this video, and Phil sharing how he felt about certain things that happened. Also love Phil’s cute and hilarious drawings.

There was a pretty long gap between Phil posting his coming out video and this one in mid-August. DNP went to LA for VidCon (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8) and then road-tripped in the desert (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10) and briefly to Vegas (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6) with Martyn and Cornelia. They shared so much content from this holiday, so I’ve just linked some of my favs! Then in early August Phil (and likely Dan) went up to Isle of Man (1, 2), and then Dan went to see his family for his grandad’s birthday (1, 2). I suddenly miss the amount of Insta stories we got in the later half of 2019.

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Writing Prompts: Characters are a Doctor and a Patient

When we started considering Doctor/Patient as a theme for a prompt list, we had concerns: it has so many inherent potential consent issues, perhaps it would be better not to? But we had a few tempting ideas, and decided...why not give it a try? For the most part, we've tried to avoid consent issues, but of course some will crop up (especially depending on how a story written for one of these prompts actually goes!) and of course if the potential consent problems give you pause and you still want some prompts on this theme, nearly all of our suggestions can be read as platonic instead of romantic or sexual! So, without further ado...prompts!

1. That awkward moment when Doctor enters the examination room to meet their newest Patient...and it’s the barista they’ve been crushing on for months. (And yes, it’s mutual pining, and no, the barista didn’t realize that Doctor was their favorite customer.)

2. For years, Doctor has been developing feelings for Patient, but there was no appropriate way to express them, so Doctor makes small (and, they know, also inappropriate) notes (or poems, or doodles, or something similarly personal and really not supposed to be there) in Patient’s file. Patient finds out when they move away and have their records transferred...and they need to know more.

3. An urgent message comes through on subspace: the creatures of a distant planet need Doctor, stat! Doctor’s ship jumps to hyper-speed to get there as fast as possible, and Doctor is set to treat the Patient(s)...only to discover that there is a massive pheromone incompatibility (...or compatibility, depending on one’s attitude and point of view) between the Doctor’s species and the Patient’s. They experience nigh-irresistible attraction, and it’s mutual, and that might be interesting to explore if the situation wasn’t so dire...

4. Doctor and Patient coincidentally find each other vacationing at the same spot...which turns out to be a favorite among couples. Most of the events there are aimed at couples, and going solo is awkward at best, agonizing at worst. Neither knows anyone else there, and both are lonely, so they decide, maybe just for the week, they’ll play the couple.

5. Doctor sees Patient’s name on their docket for the day, and their first instinct is panic, because they and Patient dated in college (and Doctor is loathe to admit it but they definitely think of Patient as “the one that got away”) but Doctor is determined to be professional. They can handle this! Patient, on the other hand, only finds out that Doctor is their ex when they arrive. Some names are not at all common...and some are really, really common...how was Patient supposed to know?

6. Local snake oil dealer pretends to be Doctor, develops feels for Patient they’re duping, now has a serious problem. What do?!?!

7. The last thing Doctor wants is to treat their friends, and they have strict policy about that - no office privileges for people they know. Unfortunately, that policy is impossible to enforce when Doctor and friend-and-soon-to-be Patient get lost together while on a hike, and Patient falls down a ravine and is injured. Now, Doctor has no choice but to treat them...and that can’t help but expose some awkward truths about one or both of their feelings.

8. “Oh, I don’t date Doctors,” says (maybe, potential, could be) Patient.

“Why not?” asks Doctor.

“I mean, what if your specialty is something obscure, and I have a medical emergency, and you’re the only person in the tri-state area who can treat me? How awkward and awful would it be if that happened and we're a couple? The ethics of it make my head hurt!”

“...you...you realize I’m a Doctor of Philosophy, right?”

“...oh.”

“Yes. Oh.”

9. A bright light awakens Patient in the middle of the night, and they’re astonished as a person appears in their home...they blink until their eyes accustom to the light, and when they can finally make out who is there, they discover it’s Doctor. “Look, I don’t have time to explain,” Doctor says, crackling like they’re on a bed cell phone connection. ���But you have to find a new Doctor. The future of the world depends on it!”

10. After trekking through the forest, surmounting mountains, and slogging through flooded valleys, Patient finally reaches the hut in which the only Doctor in the province arrives. Patient is in desperate need of help, and they’re prepared to beg for it if necessary...what they’re not prepared for is that their soulmark activates the instant they and Doctor lay eyes on each other.

11. There’s something nigglingly familiar about the person Patient is on a date with, but they don’t think much of it. There’s something nigglingly familiar about the person Doctor is on a date with, but they also don’t think much of it. And it’s a good date. So they go on another, and another, and another, and anyway, it’s somehow six months in before either realizes that they’re dating their Doctor/Patient. (“At least I have the excuse that I only ever see you in a lab coat when you're treating me - what’s your excuse?” “Look, I’m a little face-blind, okay?”)

12. Doctor isn’t actually a Doctor, they just know a little herbalism because they love tea. Unfortunately, no one else in the caravan realizes that - and the tea is very good, and psychosomaticism is a very powerful force. They finally arrive at their destination, where Doctor had hoped to make a fresh start...and they’ve not been there five hours when Doctor is summoned to attend the local Royals. Apparently, the merchants have promised that Doctor can cure one of the Royals - the Patient’s illness - and the consequences for Doctor failing would be dire.

13. Patient has an hour to kill before their appointment with Doctor, so they scroll through their Grindr/Tinder/etc. until they find a promising hook-up...and their hook-up is Doctor, who also had some time to kill.

14. After a miraculous, innovative bit of medical magic, Doctor and Patient are invited to attend a high-profile conference at a fancy hotel. Unfortunately, the hotel’s receptionist staff misunderstood when the conference organizers indicated that Doctor and Patient are traveling together...so only book them one room, with one king bed. And by the time Doctor and Patient arrive, all the other rooms are booked by others attending the conference, so they’re stuck.

15. Patient is a Patient...but Patient is also a Doctor. In fact, they are Doctor’s Doctor. No, it wasn’t on purpose, and each time they see each other in a Patient/Doctor capacity (with either in either role!) they squabble and argue about how best to treat X, Y, and Z, and concede anything they get wrong begrudgingly, and praise the other for being right even more begrudgingly, and each swears - to each other, to their friends, to the nurses, to the schedulers and office staff, to other random Patients in the waiting room - that they’re definitely going to find a different Doctor before their next appointment. But neither ever does. And neither is brave enough to ask why not.

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FIC: Kurt Birthday Drabbles

Earlier this week @elledelajoie left a comment on something I wrote all the way back in 2014.  I had genuinely forgotten I ever started it, but the original idea was to write 21 Kurt Hummel birthday drabbles. I had written just 7 of them, but after we chatted about it, I decided to go ahead and finish.  

If you’re not familiar, a drabble is a scene of exactly 100 words, not counting title headers. Since Chris Colfer and Kurt Hummel’s co-birthday (May 27) is coming up this Thursday, here they are. This goes definite AU at Birthday #19. Because you know I would never sentence my beloved Kurt to a life of being a doormat to people who did not appreciate and value him.

Never underestimate the power of feedback!

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Birthday #1

Kurt’s blue eyes went wide as a frosted cupcake was set upon his high-chair tray, a single candle ablaze on its surface.  

When Mommy, Daddy, Uncle Andy, Grandpa Curtis and Grandma Eileen started singing to him, he smiled and clapped both hands hard around the tempting pile of frosting.

Kurt laughed when the sugary topping went flying and a big splatter of white abruptly decorated Daddy’s surprised face.

Everyone else started laughed too, including the startled father, who retaliated by giving his birthday boy a sticky peck on the cheek and then helped him to blow out a new candle.

Birthday #2

Kurt looked between his presents, confused.

Mommy had given him the pretty dolly he had begged for at the store. Daddy had given him a truck, not big enough to ride but too big to live with the little cars Daddy gave him at Christmas.

His parents seemed to be mad at each other.

Kurt looked at the doll, then at the truck. He smiled and placed Dolly inside the truck and began to drive her around the carpet.

Mommy and Daddy seemed surprised by his actions, but then they laughed, and Kurt knew he had figured out the puzzle.

 Birthday #3

His shoes were black and shiny, buckles on the sides and 1-inch heels on the base. He clomped over the hardwood floors, listening to the click-tap-click-tap in delight. They went perfectly with his dove gray coveralls with “Kurt” sewn on the pocket in black sequins. Mommy had made the outfit for him.

Spotting Daddy watching him, Kurt threw himself into waiting arms. Daddy’s smile looked like he had an owie but was trying to be a big boy and not cry.

Kurt hugged him. “It’s okay, Daddy.”

Burt looked surprised but hugged him back. “Yeah, buddy. I think it is.”

 Birthday #4

Ballet girls were nice. When they heard it was his birthday today, they threw him a party. Kurt puffed up with pleasure when presented with cookies, a sparkly wand and a tiara that read ‘Happy Birthday’ in shiny letters. He was not as fond of the kisses they gave, but four was very grown up, so he screwed up his face and allowed it. The teacher even let him wear the special puffy pink tutu over his little black leotard! 

 He saw Mommy and Daddy up in the gallery taking pictures, so he waved.

Kurt hoped today would last forever.

  Birthday #5

“Can I have cupcakes?”

Kurt’s mother looked up from her book. “I don’t think we have any, sweetheart.”

“Can we have some Thursday?  My birthday is the last day of preschool.”

“It is?” she said, looking surprised. “Is it your birthday already?”

He nodded seriously. “Don’t you remember, Mommy? You were there.”

She laughed. “Well, you have me there.  What kind of cupcakes would you like, sweetie? And don’t say cheesecake. Those are two completely different kinds of dessert.”

Kurt’s hopeful expression fell. “Oh,” he said, clearly disappointed. Then his face brightened again. “Chocolate?”

She nodded. “That we can do.”

   Birthday #6

“Daddy!”

Burt sat up just in time to catch the little body that launched at him. “What’s wrong, slugger?”

“It’s my birthday!”

Grinning despite the way his heart was hammering at the abrupt awakening, Burt asked, “Yeah? I like birthdays. Do I get a present?”

“No,” the boy scoffed. “I get presents!”

 Burt squinted at the clock. 3:15am. “Not until morning, you don’t.”

Kurt pouted and tried, “It’s almost morning.”

“Not close enough, kid. C’mere,” Burt pulled him into the warm bed between himself and his wife.

Kurt snuggled down and went right back to sleep.  

Burt was less lucky.

 Birthday #7

Kids had started treating him funny this year. He was too fancy, too girly, holding hands was weird.

Nobody was coming.

“I’m sorry, sweetie.”

“Am I too late?”

They jumped as a little black girl with pom-pom hair popped out of nowhere.

“I’m Mercedes,” she greeted. “We just moved here. Mom said you would have invited me if you’d known.”

“I’m Kurt.” He smiled. “Do you like tea parties?”

“Is there cake?”

Mrs. Hummel beamed. “Cake, ice cream, and Kool-Aid.”

Kurt shrugged. “Nobody else came.”

She grabbed his hand like she’d known him forever. “More for us!  Happy Birthday, Kurt.”

 Birthday #8

Kurt took a deep breath, thought for a moment, and carefully blew out the candles. All but the extra one that his parents always put on his cake.

“Aren’t you gonna finish, bud?”

He looked from Daddy over to his mother, home again, but so frail he was sometimes afraid to hug her, worried she might pop like a fragile soap bubble. He offered her the candle. “Here, Mommy. Blow it out. Maybe you’ll get another year to grow on.”

The eyes of the two adults met, then Mommy nodded. The three of them blew out the final candle together.

 Birthday #9

Barely daring to hope, Kurt came down the stairs.  Birthday cakes and presents had been Mommy’s specialty.  Daddy had forgotten his own birthday and had nearly forgotten Christmas.

Kurt gasped when he saw it, waiting, shining and spectacular against the front door.

“A bike!”

Bright green, sissy bars with foil streamers, and a banana seat. Perfect!

Burt smiled. He had scoffed a such a “girly” bike when Kurt spotted it at the toy store. But now, looking at the all-too-rare joy in his son’s eyes and feeling the approving smile his wife would have given, he nodded. It was perfect.

 Birthday #10

Buying gifts was tough when your kid always clammed up on you. A dad had to be observant.

Ten years old. A landmark like that needed something special, but the only thing Kurt seemed into was clothes. He had enough of those for ten kids.  

He’d probably like a Barbie he could change in and out of different outfits, but Burt cringed at the thought.

He did doodle pretty good though. Sure, it was mostly pictures of clothes, but that was a start.

A fancy sketchpad with a case and a hundred different colored pencils. Yeah, that was the ticket.

 Birthday #11

“Dad, where are we going?”

“You’ll see.”

Kurt sighed with exaggerated impatience. He had come home from school to find Dad waiting at the truck, ordering him to get in, then not saying another word. The suspense was killing him.

“Ta-Dahhhh!”

They had pulled up in front of a nondescript brick building. “Columbus Culinary Arts?”

“You like to cook right?  Well, we’re gonna fix your birthday dinner this year with the help of a real chef. Lessons are once a week for the next couple months.”

Gourmet cooking lessons!

“Oh wow. Dad, this is amazing!”

Burt grinned. “Happy Birthday, kid.”

 Birthday #12

Last year’s surprise had gone so well that Burt had decided on a repeat. But when he saw the excitement on Kurt’s face at finding a pair of tickets inside his birthday card turn to disappointment and horror, quickly masked with a fake smile, he knew he’d goofed.

“I know baseball isn’t your thing,” he said, almost pleading. “But you’ve never seen a live game before. It’s a whole different experience. It’s a home game. We can yell and scream, and cheer our team on with thousands of other fans.”

The stiff not-smile never wavered. “Sounds . . . fun.”

 Birthday #13

Dad had bought out one of the partners at the garage this spring and now owned a majority share of the renamed “Hummel Tires & Lube”. Kurt wanted to snicker at that name, but he was proud too.

His birthday this year coincided with Friday Night Dinner. Dad had invited all the mechanics over for a potluck. They’d had Mary’s special fried chicken, Cassius’s homemade cornbread, and Davy’s mac’n’cheese. Now Dad brought out the cake.

Kurt laughed. A sheet-cake with a tow-truck and two little plastic mechanics for decoration.

“You and me kid. Partners.”

The mechanics cheered and everybody dug in.

  Birthday #14

Kurt froze when he saw tickets peeping out of his card. Not again. Noise, sunburn, unhealthy food, tacky uniforms, and Dad trying so hard to make a boring sport seem like fun.

He sighed and pasted on a smile, which quickly transformed into shock.

“Wicked?” he squeaked, staring hard at the little papers as if the printing might change if he dared to look away.

“Embassy Theater is giving regional business owners a discount this year,” Burt said apologetically. “It’s just a traveling production, not real Broadway, but I …”

His apology was cut off by a joyful teenaged hug.

 Birthday #15

“Don’t worry, son, you got this.  Just remember everything I taught you.  You got a whole year to get ready for the practical test.”

“I know.”

“And it’s okay if you don’t get it right the first time. Not everybody does.”

“I’m fine, Dad.”

“I’ll be right here waiting for you when you’re through.”

“I know that, Dad. I’ll be okay, really.”

At that moment, Kurt’s name was called and he sprang from his hard green plastic chair. His dad’s repeated reassurances were making him jumpy.

Twenty minutes later, a brightly grinning Kurt was waving his freshly minted driver’s permit.

 Birthday #16

Burt patted the giant blue bow the dealership had provided over the hood of the shining black Lincoln Navigator.  

Kurt was gonna flip! He’d passed his DMV test with flying colors and was no doubt showing off his shiny new license to all his friends at school.  

He paused. Did Kurt have any friends to share this accomplishment with? He always seemed so alone.

Maybe that’s why he had decided to spoil his son with a huge birthday gift.

It wasn’t right for such a good kid to be all alone. Maybe having his own ride would help change that.

  Birthday #17

A dozen teens gathered in Kurt’s basement to celebrate the end-of-school, non-disbanding of Glee, and Kurt’s birthday, all in one.

“Not like ten years ago,” Mercedes said to Kurt, as they watched Mike and Brittany dance.

“Ten years?”

“Your seventh? It was just you, me, your mom, and lots of chocolate cake.”

Kurt was astounded. “That was you?”

“You forgot?”

“I remember a little girl who showed up and invited herself to my party.”

“And I remember a little boy who needed a friend as much as I did.”

He squeezed her hand. “Thanks for coming.”

She squeezed back. “Always.”

 Birthday #18

Kurt stared at his birthday cake, unable to think of anything to wish for.

He was 18-years-old today, a legal adult. He had new family in Carole and Finn, his dad was on the mend, he would be back at McKinley for senior year, he had made his first visit to New York City, and he had a boyfriend! One who had just told Kurt that he loved him for the very first time.

‘I wish for next year to be as good as this,” he thought, taking a deep breath and blowing.

The flames flickered out, all except one.

 Birthday #19

Senior year had been a disaster, and now he had not gotten into NYADA, despite his well-praised audition.

“Blaine wants me to spend another year here,” he whispered. “I just can’t.”

Burt’s callused hand squeezed his neck. “Then don’t. You’re 19 now, a man. You got talents galore, work experience from the garage, enough drive for ten kids, and your mom’s life insurance money to give you a start.”

“But…”

“No buts,” Burt said firmly. “You go on to New York and grab life by the balls.”

Kurt felt his optimism rise. “Help me look for apartments?”

“You got it.”

 Birthday #20

What a difference a year made.

He’d dumped Blaine after being cheated on less than a month after leaving Lima.  He was enrolled at FIT and sharing a shoebox apartment with a fellow design student and a Broadway hopeful, but both were young gay men from small towns, and they had a lot in common.

“Happy Birthday!” Elliott shouted, tossing a handful of glittery sequins at him.

Adam came in playing the birthday song on a kazoo he had gotten from who-knows-where. “Ready for Callbacks? $20 on who gets the first hot guy’s number!”

“I already have yours. I win!”

 Birthday #21

“I have the honor of presenting your first official grown-up drink,” Adam said, smiling lovingly at his grinning boyfriend of nearly a year. He set down a martini glass with a cherry floating on top. “A Manhattan seemed appropriate.”

Kurt beamed and gave him a kiss, then took an experimental sip. “I’ve had alcohol before,” he admitted. “Mostly wine, though.  Mm, this is good!”

“I thought you’d like it. Happy Birthday, my love.  May the future bring every good thing you wish for, and never more heartache than you can handle.”

Kurt could not have asked for a better sentiment.

THE END

[sokkas-honour]

Black sheep: prologue -mako x reader

pairing: mako x fem!reader 

summary (rlly need to work on this):  they met working for the triads but sadly, leaving the criminal life behind isnt as easy as the brothers or their closest friend thought.

w.c: 1.2k

note: it’s my first time writing in a while so there might be a bunch of mistakes so feel free to point them out! also request for any atla/lok/tdp ship and character are open!! also massive thanks to @biqherosix for helping me out and listening to be spitballing :)

tw: mention of a gang (triad), slight mention of parents death but no details

taglist (always open): @biqherosix @draqondance (hopefully you dont mind)

prologue - part 1 

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“Ah y/n, there you are. Did you get the message to Viper?” Lightning Bolt Zolt asked you as you entered their hideout. You nodded, you’d been recruited by the triad a couple of days after the incident that resulted in your parents death which had been at least a year ago. They were surprisingly welcoming and the leader had taken a small liking to you but he’d never say that out loud. You had sworn your allegiance to the Triple Threats meaning you got full protection from the triad, a place to live and even bending instructors. 

The current hideout where you lived was situated under an earth kingdom inspired bar and was dimly lit by a couple of lamps hanging from the ceiling that shone a light in a small circle. The rest of the room was lit by candles that firebenders turned on and off. One of the black lamps sat right on top of a table where elder members gambled and played cards, it illuminated the table just enough for the people that played but barely affected the younger members around who were oh so desperately trying to see what was going on.

Near the back of the room that you first saw as you came down the stairs was a small bar counter where the majority of the alcohol and food sat. Lightning Bolt Zolt also had a velvet seat in front of said counter where he had a clear view of the entire common room. A lamp also hung above the bar counter but he had a couple of candles lit around him in order to seem more menacing.

Once you came down the stairs from the staff room of the bar, a couple of steps into the common room, there was a corridor that lead to a few rooms that only the higher ranked members could use but they had given you the smallest one in order to keep you safe as well as keep an eye on you. The senior members weren’t always there, they sometimes switched from hideout to hideout or lived in their own houses but always had a room in the basement in case they needed to hide from the cops or lay low for a while. Someone in the higher ranks was always on thin ice with the law so you usually had someone like Zolt, Zhen or even Shady Shin sleeping in a room across from you.

“Wanna take a go at firebending?” The leader asked before you exited the room. They were aware of your bending abilities but had noticed that you seemed very reluctant to even use your gift. They usually had a strict bending only policy but they made an exception for you as you were great at relaying messages between members, deep down though, they hoped you’d start firebending again because you showed so much promise in your hand to hand combat training.Occasionally puffs of fire would come out when you really got into your sparring sessions but refused to make anymore than that.

Much to Zolt’s dismay you shook your head. With a sigh, Zolt grabbed an apple that had been freshly bought that sat on the bar counter and extended it to you with a small smile. “No problem, remember Zhen is always available for more hand to hand combat. Isn't that right Zhen?” Zolt turned his head to make eye contact with the older member who nodded slightly before returning to his card game.

You shook your head but gladly took the apple out of his hand, only realising then that you hadn’t eaten since that small bowl of rice you had for breakfast. He excused you with a curt nod. You took that as your cue to leave the room infested with the criminals that had served as your family for the past year and head to the privacy of your room. Your room was quite small, just big enough for a bed and a small sort of hopper widow that gave you a small view of the bustling streets of Republic city. Thousands of people walked by you and the bar everyday and had no idea that the eldest triad were hidden there. You adored people watching even though you could barely see people’s feet. Next to your bed was a small bedside table with a candle that had been turned on by some firebender while you were gone. You only had a select choice of clothing notably three pairs of red pants to honour your fire nation heritage, two plain shirts, a white tank top and a beautiful blue dress that Shady Shin had gotten for your birthday not too long ago so you’d have something fancy in case you ever needed one. A few female members had promised to take you on shopping sprees when you got older so you’d blend in better as you grew. 

You also had a small stack of books that meant the world to you near your bed. They were your parent’s and one of them was your favorite book of Fire Nation legends and you reread whenever you missed them. You had no idea what you’d do if you lost it and you could never buy it again as your mother had even written little notes in it and doodled in it, she had even included a family picture. She had planned on keeping the book when you grew out of it so she could give it to you as a 16th birthday present but unfortunately, that’ll never happen.

An hour or so after you had finished your apple, Zolt called for you. His voice carried all the way to your room so you jumped up and quickly made your way to the common room. You noticed that the majority of the newer members had left and only select senior members like Zhen were still gambling. You made it to the leader’s side when you finally noticed that Shady Shin stood in front of the lightning bender with two boys next to him. One looked to be around your age, you would’ve guessed 14 at the most. He had jet black unkempt hair and sharp tangerine eyes, making you believe that he must’ve had some sort of fire nation heritage. The boy next to him was shorter and looked 10, maybe 11 and looked way too innocent to be anywhere near a triad but then again, so did you. The younger one had similar black hair but instead had green puppy eyes.

“Meet your new teammates, they’ll be living on and off around here but we’ll mostly help you with messages and accounting.” Zolt introduced them, extending a hand to show the two brothers. “Now y/n darling, why don't you give them a small tour of the place while I talk with Shady Shin over here.”

You nodded and indicated the brothers to follow you down a hallway opposite to the stairs as opposed to the rooms that lay adjacent to them.

‘I’m y/n, what about you two?” You asked as soon as Shady Shin and Zolt were out of ear shot. Whenever Zolt asked you to not listen to a conversation you obeyed, he was still after all a powerful and dangerous man. The taller boy spoke for the both of them.

“I’m Mako and this is my brother Bolin.”

[darkshadowismyspiritanimal]

Headcanons for aizawa, tokoyami and midoriya seeing their s/o's sketchbook or like drawing tablet and noticing that they drew many stunning sketches of them meaning they like to sketch the boys when they're just working/studying or just standing out in a nice ray of sunlight. Thanks!

//Note: Oh this is adorable. Here’s some quick headcanons before I’m off to bed. Apparently when writing about Dark Shadow I draw a lot of inspiration from cats. Hope you enjoy!// 

S/o’s an Artist - Headcanons

Aizawa 

You had been cuddling with Aizawa on the couch and he had fallen asleep.

The man didn’t get enough sleep and you weren’t about to get up and wake him up so you started drawing on your tablet.

Unsurprisingly, you began to draw Aizawa – your go to for when you weren’t sure what you wanted to draw.

Surprisingly, you decided to finally put a picture to the image of him becoming a butterfly that had been in your mind since you first saw his god awful sleeping bag.

You were just adding in some sparkles – for effect – around his face when you heard a gruff “I don’t sparkle” next to your ear.

You whipped your head around to see that Aizawa was awake.

“How long have you been awake.”

“Long enough. Do you always draw me as a butterfly or is this new?”

You grumble. “Normally I draw you as a cat.”

He immediately takes the tablet and looks through your other drawings.

You sometimes make comics of him as cat having adventures. Your favorite is the origin of his mummy-bandage weapon, where he has a battle with a roll of toilet paper and the toilet paper wins. He’s too indignant to admit defeat and pretends it was intentional.

“Really.” Is all Aizawa sees when he finds this particular comic.

“Like that isn’t what actually happened.”

Aizawa’s new profile picture for absolutely everything – including his UA ID – is now one of the drawings you made of him as a cat.  

Tokoyami 

Tokoyami would never look through your stuff without asking first.

Dark Shadow on the other hand…

You left your sketchbook in Tokoyami’s room and he didn’t realize until late that night, so he decided he’d return it to you in the morning.

“What do you think is in there?” Dark Shadow practically whined.

“Considering it’s a sketchbook, I’d assume paper.” “Don’t you dare open it.”

Dark Shadow’s already hovering over it – ready to open the sketchbook.

“Dark Shadow.”

Dark Shadow – looking directly in Tokoyami’s eyes – slowly picks up the sketchbook and flips it open.

“DARK SHADOW.”

“Ooh, you’re really missing out. This is great stuff.”

“Close that now.”

“Not even interested in seeing all the pretty pictures y/n drew? I guess you’d be bored. I mean, it’s only drawings of you…”

Dark Shadow watched as Tokoyami went from mad to surprised and very, very curious. A battle was being waged in the birb. He should not, under any circumstances, look through your sketchbook. But you drew him? A lot? 

He looked through the sketchbook.

Turns out you really like doodling him with swords and sometimes other weapons.

There’s one drawing of him fighting with a scythe.

When Tokoyami gets to this drawing a mangled half-sob escapes him as his fathomless love for you becomes too much for him to contain.

The next morning he wordlessly gives you your sketchbook back.

Eventually, when you open it, you see he left a note in between the pages apologizing for looking through your sketchbook and telling you that you are a wonderful artist and that he loves you more than anything.

But more importantly.

After Tokoyami fell asleep, Dark Shadow went through the sketchbook and left sticky notes on the drawings that detailed exactly what went through Tokoyami’s mind when he saw each drawing.

‘How could someone so perfect like me of all people?” was attached to a sketch of Tokoyami you had done during a practice when you had been injured and were sitting out.

‘Marry Me.’ Was attached to the drawing of Tokoyami with the scythe. Something that had started as a doodle in class and ended up as an inked and colored work with your favorite markers.

As soon as you found them you went and showed Tokoyami, letting him know that you’d prefer to wait until after they graduated high school but then you’d love to marry him.

Tokoyami stopped functioning after that.

Midoriya 

Midoriya can draw – evident in the sketches of heroes beside his notes on them in his notebooks. So he knows how hard it is to draw people. He used to try and draw specific moves that different heroes made but gave up when he found it took less time to just explain them in words.

So when he sees your notebook filled with drawings of him in combat – depicting the subtle variations in his fighting style dependent on his opponent – he is in absolute awe of your talent.

He is also really, really flustered. 

He knows how much time it takes to draw. So that you would dedicate that much time to draw him. 

He get’s more flustered when he comes across the sketches of him from when his shirt had gotten destroyed by one of Bakugo’s explosions and sees the comments you had scrawled in the corners of the page 

“boy should take a page out of Kirishima’s book and scrap the shirt part of his hero outfit” 

“ 11/10″ 

“Boi is a snack” 

Fortunately the flustered mess is distracted at the doodles of him with longer hair - where you tried to make his hairstyle reminiscent of retired!All Might.

Midoriya looks up at you, his eyes sparkling in excitement. 

“Can I borrow a head band?” 

[chimerical-caracal]

thank you @howmuchismuch and @dramatically-incorrect-doodles for tagging me!! love you both <3

1. name/nickname: right so i have multiple names that i switch between regularly but atm i’m using quintrell with the nicknames q or quin

2. gender: i usually just say nonbinary but genderqueer, transgender, and cadensgender all apply too (and for those unfamiliar with the term, cadensgender is a gender that’s easily influenced by music)

3. star sign: virgo i think

4. height: 5'1 last i checked, tho i sincerely doubt i’ll be growing more anytime soon

5. time: it is currently 8:48 pm

6. birthday: september 9th

7. favorite bands: AJR, bears in trees, and lovejoy (their ep just dropped go check it out if you haven’t already!!!!!)

8. favorite solo artists: wilbur soot and derivakat tho there are probably more i’m forgetting rn

9. song stuck in my head: primarily one day by lovejoy but all the other songs on the ep are living rent free in my head rn too

10. last movie: i’m not sure... i think it was shrek honestly ksajnfksa

11. last show: i think it was either queer eye or worst cooks in america? most of the tv shows i watch are either cooking shows or cartoons with a couple exceptions

12. when did i create this blog: fuck if i know, it’s gotta be a couple years at least?? i don’t even know where to check that lmao

13. what i post: just whatever shows up on my dash; this blog is a trash heap and i the humble raccoon that sits atop it

14. last thing googled: “wilbur soot merch”; i probably can’t get any because it Costs Money but i can look at it and dream

15. other blogs: @ender-chimera is my minecraft / mcyt sideblog, @oodles-and-boodles-of-doodles is my art / doodle sideblog, @handinhelpinghand is a sideblog for signal boosting any donation posts i come across, and @archaic-orison is an aesthetic sideblog for unsettling / creepy stuff (explore that one with caution, i don’t have a tag system set up for that one yet). i do have a couple more but i don’t really use them anymore; these are all the active ones

16. do i get asks: no but i really wish i did lmao

17. why i chose my url: wasn’t happy with the first couple urls i had for a couple of reasons so i rebranded by mixing one of my favorite words (chimerical) with one of my favorite animals (caracal). it’s especially nice because it rhymes and it’s got alliteration which are 2 more of my favorite things lol

18. following: 148

19. followers: 144 (tho i will note i haven’t gone through and cleared out the bots in a while so that number’s probably inaccurate)

20. average hours of sleep: i’d say around 9 or so, maybe 10? but my sleep schedule is Awful; these past couple weeks i’ve been going to bed around 5 am and getting up at like, 2-3 pm and i don’t think that’s healthy sjndfksaj

21. lucky number: idk if i really have a “lucky” number per say but my favorite number is 6

22. instruments: to varying degrees of success i can play the trumpet, french horn, mellophone, piano, ukulele, and bass guitar, the last of which i Just started working on. i would also like to learn drums and cello at some point if possible

23. what am i wearing: black sweatpants and a pink short sleeve t-shirt that has a cartoon spider and sprinkles on it (it’s cute i promise) with a long sleeve black shirt underneath it. i’m also wearing black nail polish atm which i should do more often i forgot how much i like wearing it

24. dream trip: definitely one big roadtrip to see all my friends, both the ones i’ve known irl for years now and the ones i’ve never met in person before

25. favorite food: idk if it has an actual name but there’s this turkey sausage and rice recipe with celery and tomatoes in it that is So Good i love it so much

26. nationality: american 😔

27. favorite song: i don’t think i could ever choose a permanent favorite song (or just one for that matter) but i’ve been listening to lovejoy’s ep on repeat ever since it dropped so i guess those are my current favorites

28. last book read: it has been. at least a year? since i’ve read an actual book. sajfnkasjnfd i legitimately have no clue it was probably something for school

29. top three fictional universes i’d like to live in: oooooo that’s a tough one. i’d love it if pokemon were real so i think the pokemon world, and maybe minecraft too? but probably just creative mode specifically because i doubt i’d make it past the first night lmao. and i honestly can’t come up with a third fictional universe rn so i guess that’s it ksjnfdksn

30. favorite color: either mint green or lavender, i can never decide between the two. black and white together as a color combo is also very high up there

and i’m just gonna tag a Bunch of people asjdfksjdn i hope y’all don’t mind @b1rdza, @technosoot, @gardenn-of-eden, @athenixs, @anuninspiredpoet, @starry-eyed-spectre, @resident-floatyhotboi, @mpleleaf, @eclecticqueercen, @raeofgayshine, @galaxywitchwolf13, @awkwardang410, @coconut-cluster

[fortytworedvines]

First Lines Meme

I was tagged by @pers-books. Thanks!

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less  than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favourite opening line. Then tag 10 authors!

1. The Ghosts of Christmas Presents (Holby City - Berena, BBC Ghosts)

Alison is idly doodling in their front of house notebook while she listens to Lady Button and Julian argue, when Mike answers the phone.

2. The touch of your hand (says you’ll catch me) (Holby City - Berena)

Despite the pile of paperwork in front of her that she has just started tackling, Bernie thinks that her first official day on AAU has been a success.

3. Tank top (Holby City - Berena)

With the music and bustle of Holby Pride all around her, Serena smiled as she shuffled the hospital flyers around on their stall.

4. Every version of us (Holby City - Berena)

Pulling up in the wide drive, Bernie was filled with an inexplicable feeling that she’d come home.

5. Graduation (Holby City - Berena)

“Are you bringing a date to my graduation do, mum?” Elinor’s text read, “Because you know dad will be insufferably smug if you don’t.”

6. Romp bomp a stomp (Holby City - Berena)

Bernie hung over Serena’s shoulder, peering at the paper she was holding.

7. I will try to fix you(r boiler) (Holby City - Berena)

“The boiler’s broken,” Jason announced as Serena walked wearily into their house.

8. A spot to remember (Holby City - Berena)

“Finally,” Serena said with relief as they drew up outside the small bed and breakfast that HR had booked them into for the duration of the conference.

9. Only the fireflies (The Durrells)

The sand is warm under Louisa’s feet, in between her toes, as she stands on the beach, water lapping gently inches from her.

10. To Holby manor born (Holby City - Berena)

Serena was disconsolately organising her wine bottles when the annoyingly perky tones of her friend Sian floated over to her.

11. Climb ev'ry mountain (Holby City - Berena)

Snowdonia is beautiful, Serena admits to herself as she steps out of the front door of the cottage she has rented for the week and gazes around at the green hillsides and the flowers tumbling over them.

12. Of sand and scrubs (Holby City - Berena)

Bernie hadn’t meant to fall in love.

13. Stitched up (in love) (Holby City - Berena)

Serena stared into her wardrobe.

14. By the dusk air (The Durrells)

It was hot.

15. Zoom (you chase the day away) (Holby City - Berena)

Serena sighed as she opened her zoom account.

16. You can be in my tank (Holby City - Berena)

Serena is getting ready for her date – date! – with Bernie when her phone rings.

17. you're not a challenge (tanks for the nice day) (Holby City - Berena)

This isn’t really Serena’s idea of fun, but Jason had exclaimed excitedly over the news that the local regiment was having an open day and Serena is still looking for ways to get to know him better.

18. white ships are calling (Doctor Who - Thasmin)

The world seemed dreary.

19. R(ather) A(ttractive) C(onsultant) (Holby City - Berena)

“Oh great,” Bernie muttered to herself as she surveyed the tattered rubber that had recently been a functioning tire.

20. Endorphins (Holby City - Berena)

It is a truth universally acknowledged that Serena Campbell’s idea of a relaxing evening involves a bottle (or two) of Shiraz, so Bernie could not be more surprised when, as she jogs along on a treadmill, that same Serena Campbell appears next to her, clad in loose polo shirt and, of all things, jogging bottoms.

I can’t see any patterns there. Mix of tenses, sentence types, point of view...

Favourite opening line has to be “It was hot.” short, succinct. what more do you want. Also, the opening line of 9 (Only the fireflies), because I would really like to be doing that.

I’m not sure who’s been tagged so: @batnbreakfast @patsystonewall @elennare @dollsome-does-tumblr @daisydoctor13 @beezarre

[winryofresembool]

Things We Lost in the Fire, ch 21

aka Caleo uni au

Fic summary: Calypso starts studying at a new university, but to her annoyance her new flatmate is a loud mouthed mechanic who also likes to sneak his dog in whenever. But as she learns to know him better, she realizes they might have more in common than what she first thought. Eventually, even the darkest secrets come out…

Chapter summary: Calypso and Annabeth have an important encounter

A/N: Sorry for the lateness! It’s time for some Annabeth action. Just a fair warning, since next Friday is the Christmas day and the Friday after that the New Year, I am not sure when I'm going to be able to post again. Be prepared for at least one week's break, possibly even two. But don't worry because more is definitely coming.

I hope you enjoy and please let me know what you think!!

Calypso is the bolded text and Hazel the regular in the texting part.

Words: 2300+

Genre: romance & hurt/comfort

Warnings: none

previous chapter / AO3

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Getting Leo to talk to her again was a huge weight off of Calypso’s shoulders, but there was still more to be done. Annabeth still kept to herself during the history lectures and Calypso didn’t want to force her to talk; she felt Annabeth should be the one to initiate it. From what Calypso had heard, Piper had tried to talk to her earlier, but so far Calypso hadn’t noticed any significant changes in Annabeth’s behavior. When she walked into the lecture hall that day, she noticed the blonde girl on the opposite side of the room, focused on her book. Letting a small sigh out of her mouth, she went to her usual seat pretty far from Annabeth.

Since the lecture wouldn’t start for a few more minutes, Calypso decided to use the time by checking her phone. When she opened her WhatsApp, she considered for a moment to whom she should text. Her first instinct told her she should contact Leo, but she imagined he was probably busy going to his own lecture at that moment, so she ended up scrolling through her other contacts instead. Noticing that Hazel seemed to be online, she started typing to her.

10:05: Hi, Hazel

10:05: Hi there! Was just thinking about you!

10:06: You were? How come?

10:06: Frank just texted me that on his morning jog near the campus today he had run into someone he had apparently recently met somewhere (he didn’t tell me where exactly).

10:07: and they had talked for a while.

10:07: At some point Frank mentioned the guy’s first name was Leo. I’m pretty sure it was /the/ Leo!!

10:08: How can you be so sure? I’m sure there are plenty of Leos around this campus. It’s not a rare name.

10:09: no but hear me out. The description matches with what you’ve told me. He said he’s a mechanic with a dog and when I asked Frank what he looked like, he said ‘dark hair, scrawny, eyes look like there’s some mischief going on in that head of his all the time but he’s not actually that bad when you talk to him’

10:09: I admit that does sound like the Leo I know

10:09: I told you! What a small world it is, apparently the boys we’re interested in know each other!

10:10: Still feels so weird when you put it that directly. You’re the only one who knows so far. So please, if you somehow happen to see him as well, don’t say anything.

10:10: Alright, I won’t. But what are /you/ waiting for? If he’s anything like the boys in our art class I’m sure he’s all over you by now.

10:10: Hazel!

10:11: Sorry, sorry. But you did talk to him after that… situation you had?

10:11: I did. We’re good now. Thanks for the advice the other day, by the way. It did help.

10:12: Ha, so you’re saying I gave you good advice. Could that mean that maybe you should also reread what I just said a moment ago?

10:12: Sorry, I gotta go. Something came up. TTYL!

10:13: Calypso!!

10:13: That’s so rude :P

Calypso hadn’t lied, though. She had noticed someone sneaking from the other side of the hall to the seat behind her, and that someone happened to be her friend to whom she hadn’t properly spoken for several weeks now. Trying to stay on her seat as neutrally as possible, still watching her now dark phone screen, she waited for Annabeth to start the conversation.

There was a tap on her shoulder. “Cal…” she finally heard Annabeth’s familiar voice say.

“Yeah?” Calypso asked tentatively, slowly turning on her seat to see the speaker.

“I think we should talk,” Annabeth stated, sounding more like her usual self.

“Um, sure,” Calypso answered but didn’t have time to say more when the professor stopped her, starting the lecture. “After this class, OK?”

“Right.” Annabeth nodded. Then she turned her focus to the professor, but Calypso noticed that not for long. She started doodling something into her notebook and was tapping on the floor with her foot, a habit that Calypso had noticed was very familiar to Leo, especially when he was nervous. Sometimes it was so easy to forget that Annabeth also had dyslexia and ADHD like him. The information seemed to come to her so naturally… but before the Percy incident, Annabeth had revealed that especially when she had been younger she usually had had to read the textbooks at least 5 times before she had finally absorbed what she had read. Later on, with the help of a teacher that actually understood her learning disability, she had learned some other methods that seemed to help her. One side of Calypso thought that it was relieving to see Annabeth show signs of weakness because usually she seemed so good at everything she did that it was mildly intimidating.

Soon Calypso realized that she herself had trouble focusing on what the professor was explaining while thinking about what she should tell Annabeth after the class. What could she say that she already hadn’t in the previous time? That she absolutely hated Annabeth’s boyfriend’s guts? That her flatmate made her feel weird things when they were in the same room so there was absolutely no need to be jealous?

Once the lecture was over, Calypso packed her things and gestured to Annabeth that they should have their conversation outside the lecture hall. They were walking silently until most of their fellow students had split into their own directions and found a quiet spot by the windows. There were some armchairs spread around the corridor to make it seem more comfortable and the girls sat down on two of them.

“I take it you may have changed your mind about me,” Calypso said directly once she had settled on her seat, feeling there was no need to tiptoe around the topic.

“I… yeah,” Annabeth started, and for a brief moment Calypso thought she showed a tiny bit of fragility. Suddenly she realized that maybe Annabeth wasn’t being her usual confident self, because she wasn’t that great at dealing with her feelings. Things like maths, chemistry and physics were simple to her because there were certain rules that needed to be applied. But the human mind was harder to read, Calypso knew that much. “Sometimes I think there are two different Annabeths: one that is very protective and jealous when it comes to the people she cares about, and then there’s the rational Annabeth who tries to yell to the other one that she is being ridiculous. I’m sorry. I overreacted.”

Calypso shook her head. “No, I think I can understand why it bothered you. I hate keeping things from you, but I promised to myself… I mean, it is safer to not get you guys involved.”

“But… why? What could happen?” Annabeth asked, folding her arms.

“I’m not going to go to details but my father… I’m sure you have figured out by now that he is not a nice guy. When he doesn’t like someone, or someone tries to get into his way… Good things don’t usually follow that. And I mean it. There is a very good reason why I moved this far from my previous home. To be honest, I would have liked to go all the way to Greece but that just wasn’t possible.”

“So you’re saying that your father is what you’re afraid of? And he could get us - I mean your friends - into trouble if you shared too much information with us?” Annabeth collected the pieces of the puzzle together.

“Basically, yes. But please, don’t ask more. I may already have said too much,” Calypso said worriedly.

“Don’t worry. My lips are definitely sealed,” Annabeth reassured her.

“Thanks.” Calypso hesitated a bit. “Um, can I ask you something?”

“Go ahead,” Annabeth nodded.

Calypso shifted a bit on her seat, trying to get more comfortable. “If I’m honest, I was not expecting you to forgive me that whole Percy thing that easily. What changed your mind?”

“Well, let me just tell you that you have some very good friends who managed to persuade me.” Annabeth gave her a playful smile.

“Huh? Who?” Calypso knew that Piper had talked to Annabeth but she didn’t know there were others as well.

“First of all, Percy convinced me that there was absolutely no reason to be jealous. I’m not going to tell you how he did it, but he can be pretty sweet when he wants to. Besides, between you and me: Seaweed Brain just can’t lie to me. I can read him like a book.” Annabeth’s smile only widened as she said that.

“OK.” Calypso didn’t think she wanted to hear more about that topic.

“But that wasn’t all. Piper also talked to me,” Annabeth added.

“What did she say?” Calypso asked curiously.

Annabeth’s eyes started sparkling mischievously. “A lot of things,” she started, “but she reminded me of some events that happened before Percy’s arrival that evening.”

“I don’t understand you now,” Calypso pretended to be stupid even though she was already guessing where Annabeth was going with her statement. “What events?”

“I don’t know…” Annabeth tapped her fingers against her forehead. “I think hugging, cupcake sharing and flirty bickering was involved. Keyword: think. I guess the people involved know more about that than I do.”

“That was… that was just us being friendly!” Calypso rushed to deny. “And what was so flirty about our bickering? We do that all the time and I’m not trying to…”

“Relax, Cal,” Annabeth stopped her. “It just kind of reminded me of me and Percy. But if you say so…”

Calypso groaned slightly. “Fine, you won. Again. Maybe… I may be starting to like him. But that doesn’t mean anything. He probably doesn’t like me back. And it wouldn’t work out for various reasons. I… When I moved here, I really thought I could just forget about everything that happened in my past and start to live my life. But it turns out that my past is still following me and stopping me from forming functional relationships. Besides… none of my former relationships worked. I may have been a kid back then but I made some bad decisions and it wrecked my self confidence. I don’t want to get hurt again and I also don’t want to hurt Leo. He has a very good heart, despite his weirdnesses…”

“Calypso, I know from my own experiences that ghosts of your past can be hard to fight. I have had plenty of family issues of my own in the past and they have probably influenced my later decisions, I admit that. But you seem to have taken an attitude that you have to deal with it alone. But you don’t. Let us help you. Maybe I can’t speak for all of us but I know I’m not afraid of your father. It is always possible to fight if you just come up with a good strategy.”

“This is probably a weird comment but that sounded like something I’d imagine the goddess Athena say. Are you sure you’re not her? Or related?” Calypso attempted to joke.

“Last time I checked, all of us were regular people,” Annabeth chuckled. “I admit I’m probably not quite as advanced in the greek mythology as you are although I have studied some of it, of course. But your question reminded me of this book series I read as a kid: Peter Johnson and the Olympians. The characters in it were children of Greek gods and I always wished that I’d be like one of the main characters who was a daughter of Athena.”

“Ooh, I read that series too!” Calypso said enthusiastically. “It was kind of cute although now that I know more about history and Greek mythology, not all the characters are quite like I picture them in my head. But I appreciate the effort to make the mythology more known to young readers.”

“Right! I agree.” Annabeth nodded before realizing they had gotten pretty far from the original topic.  “Sorry, we got a bit sidetracked here. I seriously do hope that you’ll let us help if needed. I myself am gonna try to be more patient and let you do it on your own terms, though.”

“Thanks, Annabeth. Um, about that Leo part, though…” Calypso felt her cheeks heat again and she wanted to curse her silly mind for reacting like that every time she thought about her flatmate. “Would you please be kind and keep it between us? I just really am not ready to deal with that yet…”

“Fine. I’ll let it be. For now. But maybe think about it. Who knows, you could be surprised by what might happen…” Annabeth said mysteriously.

“What do you mean?” Calypso frowned.

“Like I said, there are people who are ready to help you carry your burden even though you’re too absorbed by your issues to notice that. That’s all.”

“O-kay,” Calypso said suspiciously, wondering what Annabeth’s statement implied.

“You should know that one of the people who talked with me was Leo. He said he had noticed that you were feeling pretty down since the… incident and that you seemed to blame yourself for everything. And that you also felt very bad about not being honest. That’s what really opened my eyes and made me decide that I need to get over my grudge that doesn’t even make sense. I got what I wanted, didn’t I? Logically thinking, you should be the one who’s mad at me.”

“That Leo…” Calypso was so focused on that part for a moment that it took her a while to register what else Annabeth had said. “Um, sorry. To be honest, I think the Calypso from a couple of years ago would have been mad. But my priorities have changed and I also realized that Percy is way happier with you.”

“I’m glad you’re not holding a grudge, though,” Annabeth said.

“Life’s too short for that,” Calypso shrugged.

“I guess so. So, we’re friends, right?”

“Right,” Calypso confirmed, giving Annabeth a genuine smile. Some hope had risen in her heart again and she made a mental note to thank a certain mechanic later at home.

[fredzina]

I was tagged by @flirtygayangel

Rules: answer 30 questions and tag 20 blogs (I'm not tagging that many lol)

1. Name/Nickname: Tori or Denzi

2. Gender: uhm? Non-binary

3. Star sign: cancer

4. Height: the doctors are constantly fucking up my height but the usual consesus is 5'4, 5'5, although last time they said 5'2?????

5. Time: currently, 2:14 pm

6. Birthday: July 11th

7. Favorite bands: oh boy, Stray Kids, Ateez, Nirvana, Gang of Youths, Cage the Elephant, Half•Alive, Fall Out Boy, N.Flying, The Rose, Day6, Led Zeppelin, Mother Mother, The Head and the Heart, 2Z, MCR, Epik High, Topp Dogg, okay I'm going to stop now

8. Favorite solo artist: currently, Hozier, Dean, Cacophony, DPR Live, Agust D, Penelope Scott, Cave town, Still Woozy, Soran, Tablo, Fuel, Lesley Gore, Zico, Paulo Londra, Ximena Sariñana, uh there's more but yeah wait omg H.E.R

9. Song stuck in my head: currently Bennie and the Jets by Elton John

10. Last movie: uhh.... Oh wait the Marksman

11. Last show: Supernatural

12. When did i create this blog: i think 2016 or 2017

13. What I post: Supernatural shit, drabbles, art, analysis mostly

14. Last thing I googled: Anna Karenina part 1, chapter 1 free online pdf

15. Do I run other blogs?: surprisingly, no

16. Do I get asks?: Yeah, occasionally, they always make my day 

17. Why I chose my url: I dunno, it was just the alias I used for a lot of things when I first got social media it was a childhood nickname which my mom gave me,,,, which is kinda awkward so I rebranded to Denzi 

18. Following: 246 

19. Followers: 97 

20. Average hours of sleep: 3-4 hours and like at least once a month I’ll crash and sleep 11-17 hours 

21. Lucky number: I don’t really have one but I like evens or multiples of 5 

22. Instruments: I’ve played the violin for like 8 years, I also play the piano and I can play the cello and viola decently enough. I used to play guitar for like a year, but the neck snapped and I’m broke. I can also play the recorder so there’s that 

23. What I’m wearing: my work uniform with a fall out boy shirt underneath, my checkered vans cuz I need to fix my boots and my usual bracelets, necklace, ring and earrings 

24. Dream Trip: I’ve always wanted to go to Europe and I want to visit Greece. I’m planning a road trip for this summer in my state 

25. Favorite food: idk I like avocado toast with an easy over egg and cheddar jack cheese 

26. Nationality: American

27. Favorite song: Currently? Probably Stuck in the middle with you by Stealers Wheelers, Angel of Small Death and the Codeine Scene by Hozier and Awake O Sleeper by the Brothers Bright

28. Last book I read: I recently finished No Longer Human by Osamu Dazai, I’m in between reading the Iliad by Homer and starting the Raven Cycle Series, but I also started rereading Sherlock Holmes 

29. Top 3 fictional universes to live in: Ahhh honestly right now, it’s probably be Supernatural, BNHA, and like Pirates of the Caribbean 

30. Favorite Color: Yellow and orange, I really like blue and green though, and the right shade those four colors together are phenomenal 

tagged: @ididit-allofit-foryou @doodling-dog @ivyquinzel @https-castiel idk that’s good enough lol 

[queerchoicesblog]

A  Life So Changed (SC Titanic, Zetta x Adele Series, Ch. 15)

So, folks, here’s the new chapter of the series. Thank you so much for your support, hope you enjoy it!

Little disclaimer-favor: especially since the tags don’t seem to be working anymore, if you do enjoy it, please consider supporting the author & sharing this. A little gesture that means a lot!

Also, this chapter contains reference to THIS FIC I wrote about James and Zetta inevitable confrontation not showed in the original book.

Word Count: 2000+

Zetta x Adele Tag: @storyscaped​ ​ @storyscapefanficarchive​ @marmolady​ @animus-and-anima​ @hayley-carter19 @escako​  @everlastingchoices​ @indescribablechoices​ @ahrielstuff​ @bornonawdnsday​ @nazario-sayeed​  @h-doodles​ @adele-serda​ @marlcasters​ @brightpinkpeppercorn​  @michelleconnoly​ @charliejane-blog​ @ghost-of-yuri​  @choicesgremlin​  @lanzhansguqin​ @orange-elephants​ @wonder-falcon​

Zetta x Adele Series Tag: @eternal-langdon​ @nydeiri​

➡️ Ch. 1, Ch. 2/1, Ch. 2/2, Ch. 3, Ch. 4, Ch. 5, Ch. 6, Ch. 7, Ch. 8/1, Ch. 8/2, Ch. 9, Ch. 10/1, Ch. 10/2, Ch. 11/1, Ch. 11/2, Ch. 12, Ch. 13, Ch. 14

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What follows that night is a feverish dream. The following months flow in a haze as days blend into each other. New York, my apartment...all is familiar yet ever distant. As if I'm back home and somewhere far away simultaneously. I'm here and I'm not here.

Moving on is tougher than I could have possibly imagined. Sabine and Richard take care of me with tender compassion, doubling their usual efforts: it's heartwarming, truly. It leaves me wondering what I have ever done right in my life to deserve such adoration and, most importantly, affection because it's genuine concerned affection what I see in their eyes when our eyes meet. Sabine immediately added a newfound touch of sweetness to her proverbial efficiency and joins me at the breakfast table more often these days: sometimes it happens that I am not in the mood for talking and we sit together in complete silence. At first it made me nervous but my little Napoleon doesn't seem to mind: she would offer me a smile and gesture to the coffee pot or the plate filled with slices of my favourite bread and my nervousness melts away replaced by a sense of comfort. Richard visits me more than usual and invites me to join him for a walk at Central Park: "you always say how much you love that place, let's go together...it will do you good" he suggests, smiling sheepishly and offering me his arm. Just like Sabine, he doesn't mind that at times I fall quiet and melancholy takes over me. He would gently stroke my hand resting on his arm and keep walking at my side. One day, as I took a seat on a bench, he picked a flower, a gorgeous little daisy, and pinned it to my hat. He smiled at me and gave my hand an encouraging squeeze before taking a seat beside me. He's surprisingly sweet, sweeter than I deserve, and more mature than I thought when we first met. Richard never once mentioned nor complained about James. He would have every reason and right to question me about him after the secret letters my nephew sent him, asking for money. He never did: the day after our arrival, he even asked his friend John to make sure Mr. Eisler and his valet were safe in their New York apartment. Richard is probably waiting for the moment I'm ready to have that conversation. How could I never be ready for it? Yet, I must, I must confront my nephew: what he did is too hurtful and serious not to come with harsh consequences. Before I send a note to James, I share with Richard my decision: as much as I have little desire to see him now, he's still family and I have at least a moral obligation to him, the old oath I made to Theresa, so I will grant him a generous monthly income. I will set a few conditions, which include no more letters or inappropriate requested to Richard and no more interferences with the marriage under the treat of a legal action from my lawyers. I explain my fiancée the hideous scheme my nephew planned, omitting some details, and I assure him that I was in the dark about the letters: I knew nothing about them and I'm deeply ashamed and sorry he went this far. Richard listens to me carefully and gives me a painful smile as he take my hand into his. "I knew, Zetta. I always knew and I didn't suspect you when I received them, not even for a split second" he sighs. "I trust you, my darling". He just worried about me and he is still concerned because as much as it pains him to say that, my nephew seems dangerous and he has no sympathy for him. I assure him we won't see him anytime soon: after what he did, the things between James and I will never be the same. I don't even know if I will ever be able to forgive him. I repeat the same words to Jaime a few days later and having such a conversation with him is one of the toughest thing in my whole life. I'm angry and disappointed as I speak, wounded in the deep yet tortured by the familiar affection refusing to die inside me. When he close the door behind him, full knowing I don't know when we will see each other again, my heart breaks and I fall sobbing on my knees. My little prince is gone. There is a big fuss in town about the Titanic hearings: American and British authorities are investigating the disaster and the White Star Line company is covered with shame. The hearings are held in New York at Waldorf-Astoria Hotel so I try to keep updated. I spoke to a committing magistrate too: he asked questions about that night to see if I could provide valuable information for the official investigation. It turned out I had none or at least very little to offer him, aside from reporting the questionable decision of lowering half-empty lifeboats and the stubborn refusal to go against it of many officers, like the one I yelled at on the deck. I sign my deposition, which adds up to many others he gathered since the inquiry started. I don't need to testimony at court, he said, he has tons of other witnesses reporting the same issue and he will just add my deposition to the documents to be sent to the judge. "You can go, thank you for your time, Miss Serda" he smiles, vigorously shaking my hand. He praises my heroism but I don't know what he's talking about. Apparently, other witnesses claimed that they owe me their life or saw me protesting on the deck. I'm no hero, I think as my mind runs to the young steward who stayed behind, down in the belly of the sinking ship to keep the light on and give us all a chance to survive. I think his name was Charlie. A few weeks after the beginning of the hearings, about the end of May, I receive a letter from Lucille. She hadn't hear from me since our arrival and she's worried about me, she writes. She had sent me letters but I answered none. She profusely apologises for not waiting for me as she promised but "they had no choice, the chaos was mounting": she hopes this won't be the end of our friendship. Hoping so, she renews her invitation: Richard and I will be her most welcome guests if we fancy joining her and Cosmo for dinner at their apartment whenever it suits us. I don't know how to feel about this. Under different circumstances, it would have filled with joy, maybe relief after all we've been through, now...now things are more complicated than that. Unlike me, Lucille and Cosmo were asked to appear at court during the hearings to verify certain details. They had been all over the press ever since the news spread and I wonder if I'm being a bad friend "abandoning" her in a time like this. The press predictably feasted and is still feasting over the disaster: tragic stories, eye catching headlines, shocking revelations, heartwarming and heartbreaking pictures from the pier: ça vien sans dire, the touching embrace between me and Richard - "reunited lovers" as the caption said - made it to the front page. As weeks went by, my brief appearance was replaced by the new scandal involving nothing less than the Duff-Gordons, not only my personal friends but also a couple of incredibly famous socialites. When I first read it, my heart sank while Richard declared himself disgusted by what journalists write these days. Rumor has it that Lucille, sitting with her husband and secretary on Lifeboat No. 1, commented to her Laura something like, "There is your beautiful nightdress gone" in the aftermath of the sinking. When the Titanic disappeared to the bottom of the sea and poor souls were freezing to death in the ocean, begging us on the lifeboats to come back and save them. I still hear their screams in my nightmares. There's more though: reportedly Cosmo had bribed the lifeboat's crew not to return to save swimmers out of fear the vessel would capsize; he handed checks to them on board of the Carpathia. But Lifeboat No. 1 was designed to carry 40 passengers. Only 12 people were on board when it was lowered unlike the one I was on, filled beyond its capacity. How could an half-empty boat capsize? They could have saved so many lives that night! The thought made my stomach turn to the point that I feel almost nothing when I see the pictures of them during the inquiry: Cosmo looking grim and tensed in his seat and Lucile dressed in black, a mourning dress with a veiled hats, entering the court. I know better than to trust rumours blindly...but I know them. I've known her for ages and, as much as it hurts to say, I can't completely rule out the possibility that for once the press was right. Maybe I'm wrong but I can't vouch for them this time. And doubt is an uncomfortable thing... The final report by the inquiry is more generous than me and clear their names, even if - I'm sure - the general public will be less forgiving. Anyway, Richard is quite fond of the couple, we will surely go visit them... I do not pretend to be fine after what happened on my birthday's night -the sinking, James' betrayal, but I can conceal. I know how to conceal, if need be, in public, in front of people who cannot understand. I'm an actress, a great actress after all. But I feel numb, a ghost of my usual self. During the day I try to keep myself busy. My renaissance requires hard work and commitment as well as a good plan. Sabine and Richard are excellent helpers: I need new projects to work on to make my comeback and an efficient daily schedule to prevent me from drowning in my sorrow. I may conceal it but I dread the time when I have nowhere to run and my mind races back to that memory that fills me with excruciating sadness and guilt. My sweet revolutionary. At night I drink sherry and write letters to Adele. They're passionate, melancholic, tearful. I throw them away in the morning: my words flow on the paper but they ring hollow in the daylight. I don't know what I am supposed to write her. What should I tell her? What could possibly excuse my silence as times go by? I wish I could speak freely what's inside my mind but it's unbelievably difficult. More than she deserves, probably. For some time I tried to convince myself that our little romance on the Titanic was mere attraction, a secret affair favoured by the circumstances: two women growing close, Adele's protectiveness, my heart susceptible to women's beauty and charm just like hers. We found each other and it happened. That's all. But her memory lingers, it never fades away. Never. She always finds a way back to me. At night or during the day, by accident. She's everywhere even if this isn't a place she belongs to. She's in the announcement of a referendum for women's suffrage in Michigan: I read the news and think how excited she must be about it. Maybe she knows it already but I feel a silly urgency to send her the page of the newspaper: your dream may come true after all, see, my love? She's in a gorgeous dress I see hanging on a mannequin in a boutique and I know would fit her perfectly. I have to refrain myself not to buy it and send it to her with a sweet note because I don't care if she needs it, I just want her to have it. She needs beautiful things in her life too. She's in a witty joke I hear in a fancy cafe: I laugh and turn towards Sabine to say "Oh Adele would love this humour" but words die in my throat. When I turn, my cheer has turned into a grimace. Adele isn't here. I don't even know her address here. The thought pains me. I could ask Sabine to find it, I could visit her...but I find myself wondering if it would be the better judgement. I'd give up half my fortune or even more to know about her, even just a quick update. Is she fine? Is she still hurting? Did she and her sister settle down safely? Does she have nightmares at night? She looked so defeated and forlorn on the Carpathia, it pains me to remember seeing the light in her eyes flicker. But maybe this way it will be easier for her to move on. To forget me, if that's what we must get to, no matter how much it hurts. Sometimes I drink myself to a stupor to break the spiral of such thoughts and I'm quite ashamed of myself when Sabine finds me like that in the morning. I mutter nonsense excuses I don't owe her - but I feel like do, she's not a maid, she's my friend - as I hold onto her since I can barely stand on my feet at times and I burst into tears whenever she says: "You have nothing to apologise for, Madam" I do, though. I should - no I must apologise to Adele and Hileni too for disappearing and abandoning them on that pier. I must tell Adele how things really are, how I miss her, it's unbearable... So it's no surprise then that when Richard announces me his idea to postpone the grifter story project I've been working on in favour of a new one, "an homage to the Titanic tragedy", my mind comes find her once again. The project is a wise mix of ambitious opportunism - the sinking is still the talk of the town and people will love it - and genuine concerns. He says I'll not only play the main heroine but also pick the subject, he will just help assessing the script but he wants me to be the one calling the shots on the story to tell. I believe he feels it might be somehow therapeutic for me, aside from the alluring detail of having the star Zetta Serda co-writing an announced success. I consider it for a while, but in the end I write down the Carrem sisters story. I'm fully aware that the picture will hardly be able to bring back to life what it truly happened, the grandeur and the terror. I'm experienced enough to know that the audience can take only that much of the tragedy: they wanna cry and say that they felt as if they were there but they would scream and leave the room if I showed them the truth. A giant ship collapsing in front of you, officers shooting to maintain orders, stewards stubbornly denying desperate passengers their only chance to jump on a lifeboat and to survive, the screams of those who floated in the chilly waters and the dreading silence that followed their unmerciful death. They will never take that much. On the contrary, they will likely enjoy the story of two sisters separated and reunited, prevailing over the impending tragedy threatening to kill them both. It's an heartwarming story with an happy ending and the right amount of pathos and hope. It's also the story of my love that I'm writing down on paper and hand to the posterity. When I present it to Richard, he loves it. He himself couldn't have found a better story, he says, barely containing his excitement. I explain quietly that it's a true story, I just changed the names in respect of the real protagonists of this story. I can only hope Adele won't hate me for this when she sees it. Hate me even more than she's probably doing right now, I frown. I can only hope she will understand.

[ootori-sibs]

Kyoya's second shot

Episode nine: Monday madness!

Monday was… well it was certainly a day. It had started with Tamaki telling Kyoya how Haruhi had been distant during their date, Kyoya comforted him with harsh words that had soft undertones- he didn't want to be too soft, especially not in the classroom. He didn't say anything good about Haruhi in his comfort however, only assuring Tamaki that he's obviously not done anything wrong, it would be cruel for Haruhi to be mad at him. He wanted to plant these thoughts in his head, that Haruhi was the one to blame, that Haruhi should never be with him- friendship was fine of course. Kyoya didn't want them to stop being friends, he just wanted Tamaki to be single so he wasn't morally abhorrent when he came onto the king.

The lessons were boring, Kyoya understood most of the material already, so he just doodled in his book, writing down some of his feelings and actions.

10:01 - Haruhi had been distant with Tamaki, this is a good sign.

10:10 - Class is so boring, at least Tamaki is here. He makes everything worth it.

10:17 - Why do his eyes reflect light like that? I never understood how a man can have just beautiful purple eyes, it's incredible. When his head tilts forward to reread the task on the worksheet, I can see each strand of hair reflecting light individually, it makes me feel so much better to know that this is what I'm working towards, he is everything I've ever wanted.

10:25 - We've got a theme today I believe, villains if I'm not mistaken. I don't remember what the costumes look like, only that mine is nothing but a suit and hat, just incredibly business- of course that would be my villainous niche; though I'm really more of a conspiratory villain if you think about it, or perhaps a Disney type. I wonder how Tamaki believes he should act as a villain, that ought to be interesting.

10:40 - There's something about how Tamaki speaks when he's thinking, when there's no emotions behind his words. When he asks me a question, when I know more on the subject then he does, when his voice turns so soft, so gentle. There's something about how he listens to what I explain to him, taking in all the information- each and every word. It's so wonderful to be listened to.

11:09 - When we get married, what last name will we have? It makes sense for it to be his, but I'm sure that would make father furious. Possibly a hyphenated one then, though which name would go first?

When the morning lessons finally finished, Kyoya had filled out an entire page and a half with a mixture of doodles and journal entries, it was beautiful. He walked with Tamaki slowly, listening to the blonde begin to get excited over today's theme. Tamaki's voice was wonderful, sometimes you could pick up his french accent a little more on certain words, and the way he blends the three languages together when he's excited, Kyoya loves it, it's one of his favourite things about Tamaki.

They reached the club room, ready to spend this break setting up for the lunch session. Haruhi and the twins were already there, sat down and talking, Kyoya could guess what they were talking about by the way they all looked at Tamaki as he walked in the room- Kyoya was once again a mere shadow. He slid up beside them, arms crossed, "what were you saying about him?" They seemed startled by that, sharing a glance between each other, Haruhi was the one to answer.

"We weren't talking about him."

Kyoya lifted on hand, placing it on the back of her chair. He smiled softly, adjusting his glasses and leaning forward just a little, "how dare you lie to me," his words sounded soft, but everyone could hear the venom behind them, "I saw you all look at him, and he told me how cold you've been to him of late. What, were you saying?"

Haruhi looked startled, glancing to the twins who looked torn, and not wanting to step in, she sighed, Kyoya could see the understanding in her eyes, "look, Kyoya-senpai, I understand that you just want the best for your best friend, but it's really none of your business what I say. I said nothing negative about him, that's all I will tell you. But please don't be so rude about it."

He felt himself tense up, the room was suddenly a chess board, Haruhi was his opponent. He stared her down, aware that if he pushed too hard then the twins would come to her defence again, but maybe there was a way to get them on his side- she was still the outsider after all. "You might not be aware of this Haruhi, though in sure we've explained it to you time after time, but around these circles, reputation is everything. So forgive me for ensuring you don't down talk about our king, he's our friend first and foremost, you have no power to hold over him."

"She wasn't holding any power over him…" Hikaru spoke, almost to himself, but it was exactly what Kyoya needed.

"Well, don't take my words as gospel, but when I spent Saturday with him," he sighs softly, making sure they all see the worry in his face, "he kept talking about how he's terrified he'd somehow upset you, I had to distract him. I have no idea how you manage to scare him like you, but let me assure you of this, Haruhi; if you hurt him any more then you already clearly are, I will not be forgiving." There was truth in his words, he wouldn't ever forgive her if she purposely hurt him, but he trusted she'd never do that… though he did worry about how distant from him she was. No, the real effect of his words was how the twins reacted, sharing a glance between them, they looked upset when they turned to Haruhi.

"You hurt the boss..?" They spoke in unison, the conflict clear in their voice.

Haruhi started, "no, not like that- I didn't hurt him at all! Not intentionally anyway…" she trailed off, clearly wondering if Kyoya was telling the truth. That was all Kyoya had wanted, heading over to help Tamaki with a satisfied smile.

He helped Tamaki fit the diamonds into the fake skull's eyes, not sure why he hadn't done this beforehand. Tamaki smiled to have the assistance, glancing over to the others just as Honey and Mori arrived, "are you lot not going to help? Come on!" He waved them over, they all stood up, smiling and ready to work. He was like magic, hypnotising each and every one of them. They were all ready to do whatever he asked of them, and he knew it, he was so powerful… and Kyoya loved power.

The rest of the set up session went by without anything notable happening, then the second set of morning lessons went by, just more doodling, no words to speak of. Then came their lunch session, they all packed into the dressing room, getting into their outfits. Kyoya hadn't noticed his waistcoat had a corset before now, it tightened at the front however, so he could tighten it on his own. Unfortunately, he discovered that it hurt if he pulled the string tight enough, so he was the last to finish getting dressed, having just sat there, tightening and loosening the corset.

It was hard to pull it all the way, but if he used some of the furniture as an aid he could get it really tight, he was just loosening it again as the curtains were pushed back slightly. "Kyoya-senpai? Are you almost ready?" Haruhi was peering in, seeing Kyoya sat on the stool, breathless and blissful. It must have looked strange, the usually quite collected shadow king, sat there looking decidedly not put together. "Are you ok..?"

He felt embarrassed suddenly, standing up and adjusting it slightly, "I- yes Haruhi, I'm fine. I'll be out in a second." He couldn't meet her eyes, he didn't want to know what she'd thought of that, he hadn't gotten flushed so he knew she had enough sense to realise it's not what anyone else would have assumed, but he hoped she wouldn't realise his flaw.

"What… what were you doing? Were you struggling to tighten it or..?"

"Haruhi," he spoke bluntly, clearly embarrassed, "I suggest you purge this moment from your thoughts, though I promise it was not what you'd assume." His hands shook, he was so stupid! How could he have become so enraptured in the pain? At school nonetheless! He felt low, and sighed as she closed the curtains separating him from the outside.

12:12 - Corsets are painful and asphyxiating, Haruhi saw me whilst I was hypnotised by the pain. I hope she does not assume anything- everything she could assume is bad for me. I should buy a corset.

He quickly put his outfit on, keeping his corset as tight as humanly possible. He adjusted the suit jacket, and made sure the gloves fit like- well, gloves. He stepped back into the club room, ignoring the look Haruhi gave him as he took his place at the table made up to look like a desk, of course his niche would be business…

He glanced over to where Tamaki was positioned in his little throne, surrounded by black and gold silks and velvet. He had the skull in his hands, and was posing with it, ready for the girls to come in and see him. But what really took Kyoya by surprise was the outfit, it didn't just take him by surprise, he swooned. It was some sort of take of the traditional prince outfit, an old fashioned european style military coat in black and gold, open, revealing the rest of his outfit like they were theatre curtains. He wore a loose, ruffled shirt, only the very lowest buttons done up, you could see the soft skin of his chest and for some reason it felt so much better then when he was shirtless- Kyoya could feel himself turning pink under the makeup. His trousers were black and tight fitting, though they were only a regular cotton, his large black boots took away from the trousers, the gold heels a rather brash display of wealth, one that matched the crown placed atop his head. It looked… interesting.

But the thing that was best about themes, it how much Tamaki got into character; even before the girls arrived there was a cruel glint in his eye, the way his lips twitched up into a grin said nothing but pride and unchecked ego, even the way he moved said he knew exactly what he was doing and how to get his own way. It was exhilarating, and Kyoya would be lying if he said he wasn't bothered by it, of course not in a bad way… just in a way that he probably shouldn't be at this moment in time.

So he opened his laptop, just as the girls came in, hoping to distract himself with finances- but there wasn't even that much for him to do, so he decided to create a whole new email account for the club and save all of the information there. They already had a website so an email wouldn't be too much work, he wished he had access to the website, he'd be so much better at it then the twins. Some girls sat there, strange, he never usually had any guests. He greeted them with a curt nod nonetheless, "ladies," he welcomed them without even looking, continuing to type.

They giggled at that, asking what he was up to, he told them he was doing business, one laughed, suggesting that his business was evil. Kyoya raised an eyebrow, cocking his head towards her with a sly smile, "now why would I tell you that?" He knew the girls went for it when he dropped his tone an octave, and it wasn't that hard- he found it funny that the same tactic that he used to scare was the same that sent those girls into flustered giggles. He hated the attention the girls at this school gave him, he much preferred when the other hosts got that attention instead of him, it made him feel uncomfortable to be looked at like that… he didn't even swing that way. He did consider the fact that he had been looking at Tamaki like that, but Tamaki was his friend, Tamaki was bi, Tamaki enjoyed being looked at- Kyoya only dressed like this because it was mandatory.

He just put up with the girls, being nice, playing the part- he'd never been so glad to be cast as an evil businessman, he could keep doing the finances as he spoke to them. It was worse with the fact that he was struggling to breathe with the corset so tight, but he managed to appear completely fine and okay until the girls all left. The moment the door closed, he slammed his face into the table fairly hard, staying there with a heavy sigh of relief. When he lifted his head he noticed some of the others looking at him in worry, "I…" he wasn't entirely sure what he was supposed to say, so he just answered honestly, "can't breathe."

Haruhi just huffed, "you should've asked for help with the corset then, I asked you if you were alright and you said you were fine." The twins laugh a little at that, finding it so funny that Kyoya would have difficulty with corsets.

"Oh were you having trouble Kyoya?" Tamaki looked slightly concerned, stepping forward a little, "need me to help you undo it?" His tone was so soft, so caring, so innocent- but Kyoya suddenly felt incredibly embarrassed by the whole idea, standing up and holding his hands up in front of him.

"Oh there's no need, I wasn't having any trouble, I simply had it too tight."

It was clear that Haruhi at least was suspicious of him, and Honey seems suspicious of something else- of what, Kyoya wasn't sure. Either way, the conversation ended there, and they all went to go and get changed back into their uniforms. Kyoya didn't really want to take his corset off, so he wore it under his shirt, noticing how it pinched at his bare skin now he had nothing to protect against it, he wondered why Tamaki had ordered this specific waistcoat, it wasn't the one they'd looked at, they'd never even spoken about corsets. There was a tiny part of his mind that thought, maybe, just maybe Tamaki did it because he likes corsets, they are commonly feminine… and Tamaki likes feminine…

13:25 - The corset is wonderful, I wonder if Tamaki likes it. I hope so. He's wonderful. I don't like the guests looking at me like that, but if it were Tamaki~ That is my favourite thought.

Kyoya was… embarrassed by the amount of hearts doodled around that entry, though he couldn't help being so smitten. He sat in class and he absolutely couldn't focus on the lesson, he was just staring over at Tamaki, he was so pretty… Kyoya can't help but let out a sigh, though it was laboured due to the corset. He loved the fact that Tamaki had kept the eyeliner and black lipstick on during class, he looked some kind of ethereal, it took Kyoya's breath away more effectively than any corset could. He doodled little sketches of Tamaki's eyes in his book, being surprisingly good at it.

It felt wonderful to doodle like that, freeing his mind for the eyes he loves so much… Tamaki's eyes are purple, they're shiny and beautiful and the same colour as Kyoya's flowers, the flower was everything, Tamaki was the morning dew, the petals… and that made Kyoya the thorns, the protector, the one who drew blood. He would be glad to cause harm, especially to himself, but to anyone really, should Tamaki ask. He knew he'd never ask, but he didn't care, he knew he was smitten enough to do so. He'd do anything for Tamaki, he'd sworn it to himself when he first met the guy, back when he hated him, he swore he'd see to Tamaki's every whim… and he now knew it to be true.

He was in a trance-like state it seemed, as Tamaki had to shake him gently by the shoulder by the time they had to get up to go to the club room, he took Kyoya by the wrist, smiling softly, "come on Kyoya! Let's go and meet up with the others, only one more session to go!" He seemed to understand that Kyoya didn't enjoy entertaining guests, promising that there's only one session left before they can all go home. Kyoya simply nodded, and they headed back up to the club room, walking practically shoulder to shoulder, their hands brushed a couple of times and Kyoya felt a buzzing in his chest, sure they'd held hands before but this was different, he was in love.

[originofjaehyun]

Constantly, Consistently, Continually, You. | Prologue

CCCY Masterlist

Word count: 3.3K

Warnings: None just hoping you guys would like it ha-ha

Prologue – She is stillness in the world of chaos

“We never had to force love. We were drowning in it the moment we met.”

Next

There’s no other sound except the sound of your pencil scratching the paper. Messy is an understatement if someone were to see your table. Pencil and pens, markers, fabric samples, are just a few of the things that are visible in a glance. You’ve been sitting on your desk for hours now and the clock on your laptop has shown you that it is a little bit past 10 PM. Before you knew it, you’ve been doodling instead of being productive.

You know the reason, your neighbor who happens to be a NEET has been playing whatever online game since yesterday and he’s still going strong. The walls between your unit are quite thin and you could hear him ferociously screaming “MONSTERS ON YOUR LEFT! MONSTER ON YOUR LEFT!!”

“Oh for fuck’s sake!”

You had enough. You barely get any sleep and sleeping has been a struggle because of your neighbor. You don’t even know how he was able to pay the rent when all he did was to play games all day long.

“I need to go somewhere.”

All you wished were to lay down on your bed, still with the messy duvet because you really don’t have the energy to even make up your bed. But ever since you were hired as a fashion designer at 0MILE – one of the hippest Korean fashion brands – you were so busy at work especially when you entered the company during the preparation for Seoul Fashion Week. You really have to make more progress on your work and your neighbor is definitely not helping.

You packed all the necessary stuff on your tote bag and tied your hair into a top bun. You can’t be bothered with contacts at this hour so you grabbed your glasses, wear your black jumper while pairing it with a cozy black track pant before exiting your apartment.

You feel refreshed as the night breeze slowly dances around you. It’s been a long while since you live in this neighborhood. The first time you moved here was when you’re just 22. After college, you decided to move here because it’s really close to your first workplace. Now that you’re 25, even if you’re blindfolded, you can probably still press the passcode buttons on your apartment door. This place has grown on you, and while you’re making more money than before, you can’t just move just because of that reason, knowing how expensive the rent cost is in Seoul. You’re saving up for your dream.

Before you know it, you are already in front of the door of a cafe just around the corner. Sun&Moon, as the vintage-looking gold sticker reads on the door’s glass. You’re glad that this small coffee shop in your neighborhood actually opens until late. As you pushed the door open, you can see two male baristas-turned-waiters behind the counter. The cafe is relatively empty, considering it’s almost 11 PM. There are only a couple and a group of four people left in the cafe.

As if you’re on autopilot mode, you took a seat on the corner and put your tote bag there before making your way to the counter to order your coffee. This is your third coffee of the day but you really can’t afford to fall asleep while the deadline is chasing you. 

You actually know what you’re going to order your usual – cafe latte, considering how late it is, plus, having Americano as your third coffee of the day might not be the best idea. But seeing the cakes on display kind of stimulates your appetite. When did you have your last meal, anyway?

Raspberry and Rose Eclair sounds good

Oh, but so does Chocolate Salted Caramel Tart

But having sweets at this hour is a sin, no?

Then a soft velvety voice snapped you back to reality.

“Uhm, miss?”

“Yes!” You answered almost instantly

He chuckled, and the most prominent set of dimples on both of his cheeks appeared.

“Are you ready to order? Or do you need more time browsing our cake?”

You felt both of your cheeks are now slightly warmer. It’s kind of embarrassing because you are so concentrated while you’re looking at the cake display.

“Oh yes please, I’d like to order. Can I have a hot latte? And also…”

“Nonfat milk and make them extra hot, regular size. Is that correct?” He cut you off before you finished your sentence. On top of that, he got your custom order correctly.

You knit your brows together. How did he know my custom order?

“Oh no need to be alarmed,” as if he knows you’re slightly judging him right now and probably think that he’s a stalker or something.

“You happen to be our regular and you’re very specific with your orders. We, the baristas here thought it would be great to start learning our regular’s order, especially the custom ones.”

You soften your facial expression and it instantly curled-up your lips into a smile.

“Why, that’s a very nice gesture.”

He smirks, “So, did I get your order correctly Miss?”

Unconsciously you let out a small giggle, “You bet you do. Congrats on memorizing my recipe.”

“Well, this is nothing. One latte coming up!” He said it in a playful tone.

You gave him your card as the final numbers of your bill appears on the cashier screen. He then gave you the receipt and politely asked you to go back to your seat as the waiter will deliver your order to the table. You turned back to your seat, allowing him to start making your drink while his co-worker is busy washing the dishes.

You checked the receipt after you sat down.

Your cashier: Jaehyun. So that’s his name.

You typically don’t do this, as you find it slightly… odd to be attracted to someone who’s going to prepare your coffee. But the thing is, he undoubtedly one of the most good looking people you’ve seen in a while. His pale skin that paired perfectly with his soft brown hair that he just messily styled, with eyes that are in the color of deep sienna. They glisten with something else, something that gives you shivers and wraps you in a warm embrace at the same time.

What Am I thinking? Focus, [Y/N]!

You took out your laptop and plugged in your charger to the nearest power plug, before connecting the two. You then spread your notebook on the bench, since the table beside you is empty. In a flash, you are already deep inside your own little world.

After a while, you automatically took a sip of your latte.

Wait, when did this arrive?

You lift your head, eyes searching for Jaehyun. He was in the middle of cleaning up the table from the couple before. You then took a glance at the clock on your laptop screen. 

It’s already past midnight. You were so immersed in your work that you didn’t realize the waiter already delivered your order and there’s only you and another group of people left. You kind of regretted it though, that you forgot to say thanks to the waiter. If it’s Jaehyun who delivered it to you, at least you’ll get a chance to hear his voice again.

You brushed off the thoughts and you immediately start working again. As boring as it might sound – that you missed a chance to exchange eye contact with Jaehyun – you really got to finish your work.

The clock keeps ticking and suddenly you could hear a clink of a plate. You lift your head and now your eyes are locked with the delicate pair of brown eyes.

“I didn’t order this.” You said in a confused tone.

“It’s on the house.” As he said while putting a plate of the eclair you stared before.

He continued, “You’ve been working for a few hours now, I thought by now you’ll need some sugar rush. Plus, I know what you’re working for it's probably important and I don’t mean to rush you but we’re closing in about 30 minutes.”

“Oh!” You quickly saw the time. It’s already 1.27 AM.

“Shit, I hope that crazy neighbor is asleep.” You mumbled.

“Sorry?” Jaehyun raised his brows, wanting to confirm what you said.

“Oh, nothing. Well, thank you for this. I’ll eat this and I’ll pack immediately.”

“Please, no need to rush. You are our esteemed guest, after all.” He said this with a smile, turning his eyes into a shape of a half-moon and as if he knows this is his best feature, he showed his pair of dimples.

As he walks away from you, you asked yourself: Is this a cafe or is this a host bar? He is very soft-spoken, and even though you only hear a few sentences from him, you’re already addicted to his tender voice. You wonder why you haven’t noticed this guy previously.

You quickly take a bite on your eclair, you saved your project before closing your laptop while still chewing your food. You’re slightly embarrassed because Jaehyun saw you in this messy state. Your stuff is everywhere, taking spaces even the table next to you as you are the only person in the cafe right now. You quickly shoved everything to your tote bag and frantically carrying some stuff that couldn’t fit inside. How come everything can fit when you go out but now that you’re rushing it felt like your items are multiplied?

“Thank you for tonight. I enjoyed the cake, good night!” You said as you were about to leave the cafe.

“Ah, yes, thank you. Please be careful.” Jaehyun stands up, a bit surprised with your sudden leave. He was reading a book while waiting for you to finish. He was about to approach you but you already turned your back before he’s able to. 

You would never guess that night is where the string of fate started.

***

“Shit, shit, shit!”

You repeated frantically as you scattered the content of your tote bag. You lost one of your fabric samples. This season, 0MILE material revolves around checkered plaid and without the sample, you might not be able to move forward with your design.

You searched throughout your room that looks more like a shipwreck instead of a room, you even search at weird places like the inside of your freezer but the sample is just nowhere to be found. 

“Fuck, I might left it at the cafe yesterday.”

You grabbed your phone and took your bag in a hurry. You’re moving your feet like the flash as you speed up on every turn towards the cafe before you realize it’s only 10 AM and the cafe only opens after lunchtime.

But you can’t afford to lose anymore second as you have already gone more than halfway to the cafe. As you approached the cafe, you saw a familiar figure.

Isn’t that yesterday’s barista?

He looked in your direction as he heard your footsteps. His eyes sparkled before he showed that warm smile moving towards you so that you meet mid-way.

“Uhm, hi, uh, morning… uhm…” You’re busy finding the right sentence.

“Hi, I think you forgot this.” He handed over the fabric sample you’ve been looking for all morning.

“Oh my God!” You excitedly took it from his hand. Realized that you’re probably being rude to him, you quickly apologized to him.

“Uhm, sorry about that. It’s just that I’ve been looking for this all morning.”

“Don’t sweat it. I noticed that this is important as you were always referring to this before registering it to your laptop last night. So when you left it, I thought you might be searching for this first thing in the morning.”

“Wait, so you’ve been waiting for me?” Your eyes widen.

“Well, I would feel bad if you’re waiting in front of our cafe all morning. Also, I was the last one who cleans up the cafe and that is when I found your stuff. I brought it home because today is actually my day off.”

You’re stunned. As you examined his appearance, his eyes are slightly teary, with ears that have turned red due to the cold weather.

“How long have you been waiting?” 

“Uhm, around an hour I guess?” He said like it's not a problem when it actually is. He has been waiting for an hour in cold weather, and as far as you can see there’s no seat available so its either he’s been standing for an hour or he probably squatted. 

“Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry you have to do that! I mean, it was my mistake to leave my belongings, but you didn’t have to go that far for a stranger.”

He knows that you are panicking because of your tone, but he just chuckled before giving his reply.

“Well, you’re not entirely a stranger.”

“I mean, you are our regular for quite some time now.”

You let out a sigh, “But still, we don’t even know each other. I’m glad I got this back because it is important, but how could I ever repay you?”

Then he gave a devilish smirk, “We can fix that,”

“How about you treat me for brunch today? I didn’t get to eat my breakfast today because I thought you were already waiting at the cafe, but it’s already too late for breakfast now.”

You’re startled. Did he just ask me for a date?

No that can’t be it. He’s just a kind person that happens to be hungry at the moment, that’s all.

You would actually agree to his condition instantly, but then you saw your slippers and you realized how unkempt you are right now. The person standing in front of you is blessed with his look. He’s definitely bare-faced but he looked photoshopped.

“Uhm, how about lunch instead?” You said while fidgeting with your fingers.

“I’m… not exactly confident with how I look right now. Let me fix myself first, then we can go for lunch? I know the best sundubu in this area, it’ll be perfect for this kind of weather.”

“You’re fine the way you are right now, you know?” Your heart almost jumps because of how smooth he is with his words. 

You shook your head, “I promise we’ll meet at lunch. Here, let me give you my number in case I run away. Which, I would never because I always keep my promise.”

He then handed out his phone to you and you added your contact details to him. He then dialed your number and your phone rang, confirming that the number that he’s calling is in fact yours.

“[Y/N].” He said, in a low voice.

“It’s funny, huh? We never introduced ourself and yet I know your name because of sundubu”

Only then you realized you guys never properly introduced yourself to each other.

“I’m Jaehyun, nice to meet you, [Y/N].”

“At least let me introduce myself,” You pouted.

“I’m [Y/N]. It’s also a pleasure meeting you, Jaehyun.” You acted like you don’t know his name when in fact you already know it yesterday.

“Feisty, aren’t you?” He said with one of his eyebrows went up.

You let out a small laugh, “Well, I’ll better get ready.”

“Uhm, so… where do you want to wait? I mean, you can wait at my place if you want.” You said that and instantly your face turned red. Did I just ask him to crash at my place? You literally just know his name a few seconds ago and it almost felt like you invited him to do something dirty at your place as an added bonus for his lunch. He then laughed.

“I’ll be a gentleman today and wait at the cafe.”

“Let’s keep that one for another time.” Jaehyun continues.

Your brow furrows, “Hang on, you had a key all along?”

He answered with a nod.

“Why didn’t you wait inside? It’s cold out here!”

Again, he smiles.

“The cafe owner is slightly stingy, especially with the utility bill. Also, I could see if you’re coming better if I wait outside, so you don’t have to walk too much.”

You can feel the heat on both of your cheeks. He could definitely see you blushing.

Seriously, how sweet could this guy be?

“Well, I’ll see you at lunch. I’ll be fast, let’s meet again here?”

He grinned, “Take your time, [Y/N]. I’m looking forward to it.”

***

“So you’re a fashion designer?” Jaehyun said while he’s busy preparing the cutleries for both of you.

“Wait, how did you…?” You said in a confused tone. Clearly you haven’t told him anything about you.

“Before you’re getting any weird thoughts,” he chuckled, as he might felt like you just labeled him a stalker.

“One, you carry things like that to our cafe. Secondly, I accidentally saw some of your sketches before.”

You’re in awe. How observant.

“And last but not least,” he continues

“You’re always dressed well. Even though there are times when you visit our cafe in the most comfortable outfit, everything is still very pleasant to the eye.”

Your ears started to turn red. 

“Oh you don’t need to flatter me. The meal is still on me.”

He chuckles, “No, I'm serious. You really do have a great sense of style.”

“Well thank you. You’re a charmer as well.”

Then it’s his ears started to turn into a shade of pink. You think to yourself that it is the most adorable thing as he clearly tries to hide it. So he blushes when he’s embarrassed.

The conversation goes you guys started to eat your meals. He told you more about himself, about the reason why he lives alone right now. He said his family lives far away and he moved out because he wanted to live his dreams. He wanted to be a musician, but since he is supporting himself he currently worked in a tech-startup company at day and took part-time jobs like becoming a barista at night. He does music on weekends, sometimes he would compose his own songs, or do a cover and upload them on his SoundCloud. There are days where he would perform at a cafe or a bar, but he said it’s been a while since he last did that ever since his current day job has been so demanding.

Once you guys are full, you settle the bill and Jaehyun politely thank you for the meal. He constantly insisted that he should pay at least half but you really want to show how grateful you are, at least with a meal.

“I guess we can call it even?” You said it to him while tugging your hands to the pocket of your coat.

He smiled, and you still can’t faze at the sight of his dimples. 

“You really don’t have to, you know. But yes, let’s call it even.”

Then an awkward silence came.

“Uhm, I guess I’ll see you when I visit the cafe again?” Fidgeting your fingers, you really hope that he doesn’t notice that you’re nervous. Am I asking him out?

“Sure.” The response was almost immediate and that is when you noticed he’s also feeling nervous. “I’ll see you around. Again, thank you for the meal.”

“Pleasure’s all mine.”

After sending your greetings, you finally parted ways with him. Not sure where he’s heading, but he walks on the opposite way of where you’re heading. You are lost in your thoughts until you snapped out of it, after walking just two blocks from where you’re coming from. A notification from your phone brings you back to earth.

Jaehyun (Sun&Moon Barista) 01.27

Hey

Jaehyun (Sun&Moon Barista) 01.27

On second thought, I don’t think it’s even yet. I actually waited more than an hour and we only had 30-minutes lunch.

Jaehyun (Sun&Moon Barista) 01.27

Care for a coffee? I’m still around the area.

You felt the heat start to rise to your face as the color of your cheeks starts to turn into a rosy-pink shade. If this were your room, you would scream your lungs out.

You quickly type in your reply.

“Gladly.”

[erekiosuncreativeideas]

Hey! Just wanted to say you and several other talented folks in the Hat in Time fandom inspired me to take another crack at digital art. I didn't really care for it when I tried it about a decade ago, but went out and bought a tablet to try again! You've probably been asked this before, but which art program do you use/recommend? And do you have any simple tips for a beginner? Thanks, and hope you are well!

Hello ! Aaaah I’m glad it helped you !! I hope you’ll keep your inspiration up ! As for which software I’m using, surprisingly, this is the first time someone asks me this I think ? x) In any case, I use Clip Studio Paint for drawing (very useful for its 3D models and its workshop) and this website for texturing my drawings.

As for simple tips for beginners, hum... Let me put that under a “read more” as it's very, very long.

So yeah. Well, I’m not really a good example.

I started drawing by copying drawings in “how to draw” books, then official arts and fanarts. I kept them for myself at the time, but I still have them in a folder, in a closet of my room. I mean, copying does help, as it helps you to get used to proportions, to basic movements with your pencils/pen, to a base in anatomy... Of course, they’re still copies of someone else’s drawings, so it’s best not to share them online. Copying is more a training process (at least, to me). Here’s what I used to do (so yeah, those are copies for the first two, then one of my tries at “”inventing”” new characters by changing their clothes and hair, though still using very simple poses). I was 11 years old at the time (I’m 23 now).

Once you start being more comfortable without something to copy... Don’t feel bad about using references. And for that, let me find two versions of a drawing I made about one of my old OCs back in 2017 (I was 19 at the time). Keep in mind that there is only a month of difference between the two following drawings (yes the date is in European format, as I’m French)

So... YEAH. Using references (and in that case, a 3D model in CSP) is very, VERY USEFUL. It’s not cheating. Saying that using references and digital tools to get a better drawing is cheating is, for me, the same as saying it’s cheating to use a car to go to work instead of walking there. We have tools, we have a looot of options, so let’s use them.

Another advice is to draw as much as you can. I know, you hear this one ALL THE TIME. But you don’t have to draw BEAUTIFUL drawings all the time. Even doodling helps you to improve. Like, okay, this is not something you should do in class like I did back when I was in college, but I used to doodle A LOOOOT in my notebooks. And... Well... Those aren’t very “good” compared to my finished drawings, sure, but they do help you to develop your style, to develop your drawing speed, and most importantly, it teaches you not to ALWAYS try to get a beautiful drawing in the end. Sometimes, doodling can be more useful than spending hours on a single drawing, especially when you’re not inspired. Some of my doodles are even better than some of my old finished drawings. Like...

They’re not perfect, but they did help me to get more spontaneous when drawing Hat Kid and Snatcher in my more elaborated drawings. So yeah, doodle as much as possible (just... Not in class like I did ahahaha, that probably contributed to me dropping out of school dkishqd).

Another advice would be to give yourself some slack, and I’m speaking from experience. I used to be so strict with myself, thinking that whatever I had to produce had to perfect (writing or drawing) otherwise it was no use to continue it. Drawing for myself (meaning, drawings that weren’t meant to be posted, drawings “for fun”) were out of the question because they “would have no use”. So yeah, I spent years trying to draw based of what I thought people wanted from me, and not what I wanted to draw. I don’t think I even knew what I wanted to draw sincerely at the time, to be completely honest. One example I can give about this was when I tried to do the 2018 inktober : I only managed to do 5 drawings, because I was trying MUCH TOO HARD to do something I could find beautiful. I had to take a few days to finish a single drawing, so I already felt like I wasn’t doing the challenge properly, since while I did draw everyday at the beginning, it was less drawings than expected. Eventually, I became sick and I had to stop drawing for a few days. When I felt better, I had lost all motivation to continue the challenge. Wanna see how overcomplicated those drawings were ? Here are a few :

Let me tell you that joining the AHIT fandom helped me IMMENSELY, because I did my best at drawing as much as I could, I tried as much as possible to be satisfied of my drawings, even if they didn’t reach my expectations. And you know what ? I improved so, so, SO much in only ten months. Although, it wasn’t entirely done by motivation (ha, I wish). This coincided when I started taking antidepressants, and more precisely when they started to work on my mental health. So yeah, mental health really was a problem that prevented me from drawing, so sometimes, some exterior help is needed when it’s necessary. Here are my first two drawings of the year (well, they’re from December 31th 2019, but HUSH)...

Compared to my most recent ones (made for my ongoing RPs, and these drawings are perhaps the first ones I've done for fun in my entire life, I am not exaggerating) :

So yeah. Taking care of your mental health if you need it is one of the most important points, if not THE most important one. I know it helped me A LOT, and I, who used to draw perhaps 10 to 15 drawings A YEAR... Made more than 130 drawings this year in only 10 months. Your well being always, ALWAYS has to come first, and trust me, it’ll help your productivity and thus help you to improve as you’ll probably draw more. But then again, this is only my personal experience on the subject.

Don’t be afraid to try new things (like recently, I’m trying to colour my sketches and I feel like it looks better than my lineless drawings), don’t be afraid to try new tools, don’t be afraid to ask for help, don’t be afraid to look at tutorials, don’t be afraid to use references, and most of all, don’t be afraid of not being productive.

Sometimes you really, REALLY need a break, and this comes from a person who had a writing and artistic artblock (meaning, hiatus in all my ongoing projects and the inability to start new ones) for two years before becoming productive again. As you can see, it really helped me.

I hope it wasn’t too boring to read and I hope my advice will help you. Obviously, I’m not a drawing expert, I’m just doing what feels nice and good to me, but my methods might not work for everyone. Each person has their own way to function and if you haven’t found yours, it’s okay, it’ll come with time and experience as you try new things. Don’t be afraid of doodling or making ““bad”“ drawings, because it’s still a very good experience. It’s better than doing nothing.

Anyway... Hope it helped, and thank you for following me, my art and fanfictions, it really means so much to me !!

[happy-rascal]

tagged by @purespidey thank you! <3

1. do you prefer writing with a black pen or a blue pen?

black, obviously ( high school conditioned me to hate blue pens )

2. would you prefer to live in the country or in the city?

city for sureeee

3. if you could learn a new skill, what would it be?

roller skating, ice skating and skateboarding oh also modern dance or ballet ( it's been ages since i did ballet and i miss it )

4. do you drink your tea/coffee with sugar?

i don't drink either

5. what was your favorite book as a child?

it was one about a baby penguin and his momma but i forgot the name :/ so i'll say the borrowers !

6. do you prefer baths or showers?

showers definitely

7. if you could be a mythical creature, which one would you be?

a siren or a banshee OR A GORGAN

8. paper or electronic books?

paper ( paper back, too )

9. what is your favorite item of clothing?

ummmmmm probably my xxl jumper it's so warm and soft 🥰

10. do you like your name? would you like to change it?

not really, learning to like it but i'd prefer to change my name so i'm probably going to use a stage name for my career ( oh yes people, i have Plans )

11. who is a mentor to you?

my college music tutor - she's awesome!

12. would you like to be famous? if so, what for?

yes, i'd like to be a singer !

13. are you a restless sleeper?

ummmmm no? not anymore ( lol insomnia ) but now i sleep fine ( too much actually ) and i'm a very heavy sleeper

14. do you consider yourself to be a romantic person?

not in the conventional way i suppose, not like bring you flowers and use candles for ~romance~ i suppose you'd have to date me to find out what i mean i can't really explain it

15. which element best represents you?

fire 🔥

16. who do you want to be closer to?

idk,,,,,

17. do you miss someone at the moment?

yes

18. tell us about an early childhood memory.

when my grandparents left me and my mum in charge of their house for a week and i got to watch disney channel, boomerang and nickelodeon because we didn't have them at home ( and i couldn't watch them when my grandparents were there because my grandma wouldn't let me watch "that american garbage" ) good times c:

19. what is the strangest thing you have eaten?

dog food because i tricked into eating it ( i was told it was something else ) and no i did not swallow it

20. what are you most thankful for?

my friends

21. do you like spicy food?

yES

22. have you ever met someone famous?

yeah a lot of them including billie piper and mark sheppard ! i go to comic con 🤩

23. do you keep a diary or journal?

no actually i don't

24. do you prefer to use pen or pencil?

depends what i'm using them for

25. what is your star sign?

sagittarius

26. do you like your cereal crunchy or soggy?

in between

27. what would you want your legacy to be?

helping people and being kind also my music plsnthnx 🤞

28. do you like reading? What was the last book you read?

yes i love it ! i wish i did it more! it was simon vs the homosapien agenda or watchmen depending on what kind of book you mean

29. how do you show someone you love them?

i'm a tactile person, i hug, i give kisses on the cheeks, forehead, i hold hands. . .all that jazz

30. do you like ice in your drinks?

YES ice me up babey

31. what are you afraid of?

rejection and abandonment ( therapist approved )

32. what is your favorite scent?

amber and tobacco or clean laundry

33. do you address older people by their name or surname?

their first name?

34. if money was not a factor, how would you live your life?

finish college, move in with my friend in our own BIG apartment, go to uni, start my career

35. do you prefer swimming in pools or the ocean?

both, i miss swimming so much 😭

36. what would you do if you found $50 in the ground?

keep it and save it especially if it's obvious no one is looking for it

37. have you ever seen a shooting star? did you make a wish?

no i haven't seen one 😔

38. what is one thing you would want to teach your children?

. . .

39. if you had to have a tattoo, what would it be and where would you get it?

i already have one! it's a turtle and i did myself but i have plans for more especially two of the seven deadly sins on my thighs and my arms are for doodles and little tattoos i want

40. what can you hear now?

ultimate spider-man

41. where do you feel the safest?

my room

42. what is one thing you want to overcome/conquer?

my past

43. if you could travel back to any era, what would it be?

the 9O's

44. what is your most used emoji?

🥰

45. describe yourself using one word.

scared

46. what do you regret the most?

my past two relationships

47. last movie you saw?

ocean's 8 i think

tagging @harringrovetrashh @weekestozier and anyone else who wants to have a go!