#be all rainbows and sunshine no matter how much we all want it to be

[waverlyyhaught]

Favorite Marta and Fina Moments - Part 105 Sueños de Libertad, Ep. 203

[pressureplus]

Yandere Sebastian Solace Headcannons

Warning: Blood, Light gore, Murder, Stalking, Obsession, Marking/Biting, Actually Delusional, Like he’s actually crazy, It’s a Yandere…they’re not Sunshine and Rainbows

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The moment he saw you, he knew he just had to have you. As if some kind of switch had flipped on in his brain that he didn’t know existed

Suddenly you were the center of his entire world. Every inch of it.

Everything you did became the reason he lived and breathed, following you became the only thing that kept him sane. Attempting to stop was detrimental to his mental health

So he settled for a healthy medium when he could, sneaking pictures of you while your back is turned

Finding that old camera has led to some very…interesting pictures of you being pinned onto a cork board in his room. Sometimes just standing, sometimes your face, sometimes your body.

Not that you know these pictures exist, of course

Sometimes he just stares at them, almost entirely unblinking, and runs his hands over the pictures like he can feel your skin

Sometimes he can’t help but to kiss the pictures of your face like you’re really there. Silly little thing, isn’t he?

In person? He doesn’t treat you any different at first. Though he gets noticeably more aggressive with people that get close to you

One day, trying to avoid Eyefestations gaze, you bumped into a desk really hard and your pants got caught on it. It left a sizable bruise and a tear in your pants

A jar of familiar eyeballs is left with your name on it outside the room you’ve been staying in down here

You never see Eyefestation again.

He insists on helping whenever you’re applying new bandages or using a medkit, the smell of your blood practically getting him drunk

He wants to bite you. He wants to eat you. He wants to kill you. He just wants to be a part of you, or inside you? As close as he can get to being you.

He loves you so much he wants to tear you apart limb by limb, wearing your bones like a crown and your beating heart like a necklace

He wants to be so entirely soaked in the smell of you, your blood, your clothes, that he cannot tell where he ends and you begin

But he could never dream of hurting you, not really, not like that. No, he’s better than the monsters down here, no matter how sweet your blood smells.

The odd version of cuteness aggression he has tells him to do all sorts of terrible things, it’s a good thing he has self-control

Keeps your used bandages. Dont ask what he does with them, you don’t want to know.

Probably steals clothes you’ve worn recently too if they smell like you…

He’s always watching you, and while you didn’t know about his little habits before, you probably catch on the first time he shoots one of your new friends

They hadn’t hurt you, yelled, they’d only tried to touch you. It was so quick too. The loud bang and a ringing in your ears as his gun produced a bit of smoke. He blows on it for a moment before holstering it. A mess of splattered remains on the ground as he smiled at you.

“My apologies, what were we talking about? Oh yes the batteries you wanted. That’s going to be about 50 data.”

“Y-You just killed someone right next to me. What was that even for?”

“Oh that? You’re right. You shouldn’t have had to see that. How about 30 instead?”

He’s started to pick off the people you talk with, the people you hang around. Leaving you in complete isolation from anything that isn’t him.

Don’t flash beacon him. He’ll say that it’s alright. That you’re just confused! He’ll crush it in his hand. The second time, however, he’ll leave the bruise of his hand wrapped around your arm when he tugs you forward and bites you

Some kind of punishment, you suppose, but it does leave a scar

One he’s going to obsess over

If you love him back that’s great! You’ll be treated a little nicer so long as you follow the rules. Nobody can touch you, nobody can be close to you, you’re not to make eye contact with anyone but him- oh and you must always sleep in his bed!

Despite what you may believe, it’s not for sexual purposes, he just wants his bed to smell like you

Still unstable and still an asshole, but on the plus side? You get babied and given gifts and kissed and protected!

You are his little treasure after all! Which means you get special perks

But if you don’t love him back, well…he doesn’t really care. It’ll just take time, soon you’ll see things his way, that’s all.

At least that’s what his delusional ass believes.

If he has to leave you chained up somewhere to keep you from getting hurt then he will. He’d hate to watch the light leave those beautiful eyes of yours.

And when he finally manages to escape he will drag you along whether you like it or not. Alone together out at sea, probably on some remote island.

Never letting you die. Never letting you leave. Never letting you be seen by the world.

His little treasure, forever, until the day you both die

Isn’t that romantic? He sure thinks so.

[intersexfairy]

it's been so hard for me as a trans man these past few years. unfortunately the internet has had a huge hand in that. i won't get into it too much from that angle, but i will tell you how i felt, and still feel.

i feel like the scum of the earth, a lot of the time. like im betraying women, like i can't be proud and happy. like there's something gross about me, irredeemable and unwanted. like my pain and joy don't matter. like i need to conform as much as i physically can - and run away from who i really am.

that led me down a really dark road. addiction, psych wards, suicidality, the whole nine yards. im 117 days sober today, and i'd be lying to you if i told you it's sunshine and rainbows. it's not. but it is so much better. im finally getting the clarity of mind to look at myself again, trying to discover myself for the first time.

that's scary as hell, but the good news is, if i reconnect with myself, things can get better. and you know what? i don't deserve that - i need that. being my true self isn't something i need to earn, or prove. it's something to be experienced and felt and valued. self-actualization is a human need.

so to any other trans men who have struggled with who they are, whether it expressed itself as it did in me or not, i want you to know you're not alone. you're not, and you shouldn't be. you are allowed to exist, just as you are, right here in this moment. all the things you've been through matter. all the things you've yet to experience matter. you matter.

our suicide rates are absymally high, and we need to stick together. all of us, not just trans men. there is family out there for us. we can find love and compassion and freedom and joy. and other people, whether online or not, cannot change that. the world is so much bigger than the hate that's out there. there's so much life to be lived.

there is so much love waiting for you. i hope you stick around to find it. i'd promise to be with you to do that, but i can't. i will tell you though, i will try my damned hardest to become my best self. not just for me, but for you. for you, for you, for you. i love you, man. and one day you'll love yourself too. so will i.

be as honest, open, and willing as you can. hold on tight to hope, even if only for the ride. one day you won't regret it.

[peacheesex]

Aightt,I had an idea for fluff dtk x (gn)reader who is Asymmetrical, meaning their appearance is Asymmetrical/messy n they're somewhat more chaotic. Basically a whole polar opposite of Kid. But yet they somehow work together,as if they complete each other(like reader helping Kid calm down when he's worried abt smth being asymmetrical too much,n Kid calming down reader when they act as if they got sugar overdose n would destroy everything on their way)

Basically yin n yang couple,,,

It can be a oneshot,or headcanon,or both,,I'd lov to read anything:))

OMG THIS IS BASICALLY ESU 72(my OC) AND KID ALREADY EJFKEKFK dw I got this in the baaaaag😔😔😔👏👏👏👏 This just an excuse to ramble about how much I LOOOOVE THIS DYNAMIC😩😩😩 (Pictures of Esu will be at the end if you're curious about her!)

Death the Kid x Asymmetrical!Reader~☆٭꙳

TW: Kid swears cuz he's potty mouth, other than that we gucci!!

☆ You.

☆ YOU.

☆ You were HORRIBLY asymmetrical and so unbearably friendly. With your stupid outfit and uneven bangs. They were lopsided!! Oh it drove him CRAZY.

☆ But your overly friendly rear end just keeps on /showing/ up. You never seem to want to leave him alone.

☆ Everything about you two was different, even down to your colour schemes!

☆ He was a pessimist, you were an optimist. He was an asshole, you were a ray of sunshine. He was a ballerina, you were a punk. (/j about that one.)

☆ Even your combat styles managed to be opposites with him being far ranged and fast you being hand to hand and a little slower.

☆ But somehow, that made you guys work like clock work almost.

☆ Where he falters, you cover him. And where you struggle, he picks up your slack.

☆ For instance, he isn't the most social person but definitely knows how to carry a conversation where as you want to make friends, but you're extremely awkward.

☆ So he'll help pull up topics for you while you do all the talking for him.

☆ Me thinks you guys would have matching outfits, but in an opposites kinda way.

☆ Like he'd wear black and purple with yellow accents and you'd wear white and yellow with purple accents. You feel me?

☆ You're also kind of more on the dumb side, so he helps you with homework since he's the brains of the two of you.

☆ But you're infuriating little grin makes up for your dense noggin.

☆ You probably wear lots of colours opposed to Kid's monochromatic colour scheme. Like that one rainbow hair girl and the goth one, yeah that's you and Kid.

☆ I imagine you'd also try your best to straighten paintings with Kid but always be an inch off and he'd rant and rave at you.

☆ But he also apologizes after cuz he realises he was being a douche and you were just trying your best:(

☆ "Damnit, I'm sorry that was impolite. I... didn't mean any of that. You're much more than trash, I assure you."

☆ There was one time you made a bracelet for him, but he refused to wear it cuz it'd make him asymmetrical and unbalanced so you turned around and left.

☆ He thought he upset you so he went to find you, turns out you were making a matching bracelet for him to wear on the other arm so he'd stay balanced.

☆ God he loves you so much and doesn't even realise it. Boy is down bad.

☆ You guys really are like the sun and moon, a golden retriever and a black cat.

☆ Completely opposite, but that also makes you perfectly balanced. You two work together in perfect sync and fill in gaps the other leaves. Two pieces of a puzzle stuck together flawlessly.

☆ Like the little dancers in a music box.

☆ No matter how much of this you point out though, he'll still vehemently deny all of it.

☆ But like, you also do your best to fold toilet-paper for him so maybe you're not too bad. (He would die for you.)

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Heeeere's Esu! I'd lore dump for hours but that'd make this post ten times as long٩( ᐛ )و So I'll leave it with just the info in the reference! Hope you enjoyed the little thingy, stay hydrated and eat well!!! ✨✨✨

[xoxo-sarah]

Ms. Perfect

↝a/n: this is an old idea that I had in the back of my notes app. Oops.

↝pairing: Daryl Dixon x fem!reader

↝warning: death, widow!Reader, apocalypse, mean! Daryl, swearing, not proofread

|| Disclaimer: I do not own Daryl, or any character from The Walking Dead. I only own y/n and any characters I create with my own brain. ||

↝⎙ 4.23.24

Daryl wasn't sure why he hated you so much. You were nice to everyone around you, even understanding. But the sight of you makes the blood in his veins boil.

It became a routine; you and him sniping at each other, digging up trauma neither of you really wanted to. He just got under your skin. Like now.

“Sorry, in case you haven' noticed, the world ain't all rainbows and sunshine anymore. We don't shit money to buy the newest thing. Life is different, Doll. Get used to it.” He drawled, his eyebrows scrunched together.

There he goes again.

You weren't even talking to or about him, but he had heard you. That had been enough for him to butt in, apparently.

Ever since you had stumbled your way into Daryl's group early on, Daryl had had it out for you. At the creek, he would be pointing out how your hair had to have been done recently. Your jewelry, clothes, how smooth your skin looked from the expensive moisturizers and night creams you had to use, your newly manicured nails- ignoring the dirt and blood underneath-, and the shine in your eyes. You didn't have the shine at first, but when you would hang out with Carol, you would smile, and the recent glazed look was gone.

Your eyes shone brightly like the stars in the countryside. Not that you would know. You probably never had the chance to see how bright the stars shone in the city.

You were unbothered by the people at the campsite, keeping to yourself. You didn't have to worry about anything when the world was built for your liking and convenience.

Daryl despised you and that god-awful rock on your finger that could feed him for probably 6 months to a year. He glared at the ring every chance he got—so much so that you eventually yanked it off, throwing it in the murky pond.

Even after leaving the campsite, you stayed with the group, arguing with Daryl along the way.

“I get it, you're used to having people do everything for you, but we're not always going to be with you, Princess. Sorry life now is so much different from your perfect life before.” For a quiet guy, he always had so much to say to you. All negative.

You bit your cheek, glancing from Maggie—who you were originally talking to—to the dirty man in front of you. "Yeah-I had the perfect life. I had the fiancé that I couldn't wait to marry. I had the apartment that I had the luxury to design with my mother, gushing about the difference wallpapers." You smiled at the memory. Your mother had been so happy for you. "I had the fluffy dog that had its own room. I had the dad who would always talk about playing catch with his future grandchild. I had the money where I didn't have to worry about anything in life." You didn't falter as you felt behind your eyes begin to burn. " I did, alright? I had the life that almost every little girl dreams about. But it was yanked out of my hands, like everyone else's. One day, I didn't wake up to my fiancé kissing me, or the smell of burnt toast-- cause he didn't know how to cook. I woke up to him nowhere in sight. Instead, I heard yelling outside the door, car horns honking outside of the windows. When I opened the door, I saw my neighbors with white eyes, growling and clawing at the skin of the man I was going to marry and grow old with. His screams will haunt me 'til the day I die. But you will not ever hear me feeling bad for myself. I did have the perfect life, but that doesn't matter now. So, get over -yourself-, cause I am just trying to survive just like you."

Daryl watched your eyes gloss over, your nostrils flare. You were rightfully pissed. And right. He hadn't heard you weep for your past-- ever. You had jumped right into survival mode as soon as he laid eyes on you. You had held your own too- most people called you a badass, Daryl wouldn't let himself verbally agree. With that, you turned and walked away. Maggie shuffled awkwardly, glancing from you to Daryl. She wore a disappointed frown.

Weeks. You ignored his existence for weeks, 2 weeks to be exact. Everytime he would go up to you, you would walk away. Even if you were in the middle to a conversation. The person you were talking to wouldn't mind, really. They would've known about your bitter back-and-forth. They wouldn't think anything of it.

Daryl just wishes you would give him a chance to at least try to apologize. After you had let your walls down and told him about what the end of the world was like for you, he felt bad - pathetic, even. He was so jealous about how you lived before the outbreak, he didn't care about how it had affected you. He should've.

The moonlight led him towards your house, his hands fidgeting. The streets were silent, everyone already in bed. He hadn't been able to sleep. The thought of you kept him up in a different way than before.

His knuckles hovered over your door. You had to be in bed. Was it worth it? You would probably be too tired to yell at him. He knocked.

It took a minute for the door to open. You stood, rubbing sleep from your eyes, a sleep frown on your face. At the sight in front of you, your hand dropped, your sleepy eyes immediately rolling in annoyance. "Oh my god-" You tried to close the door, but his boot caught it before it could close all the way. "Move your foot, Dixon."

"Listen." His eyes were pleading, something you weren't used to. You kept the door open when he reluctantly moved his boot. " 'm sorry."

You scoffed, Sure, you are."

" 'm serious. " He looked at the floor as he brought his hand up, turning it and showing his hand. "Not sure why I kept it." At the sight of your ring, tears bordered your eyes. Your head pressed against the side of the door as your body shook with a silent sob. Daryl didn't look at you. He let you grieve for whatever you wanted to in that moment. He let you have that moment. After your sobs died down, his calloused hand took yours, opening your hand and dropping the ring into your palm.

"You're a dick." You hiccupped.

"I know." 

•2021-2024 by xoxo-sarah on Tumblr•

•My work is not to be translated, copied, modified, and/or reposted on any other site without my permission. [I don't give permission!]

[trashogram]

body worship from angel! lucifer x eden! reader? and then a bit of where they are as royalty of hell?

Kinktober Day Twenty-Four — Body Worship

Warnings: Eve!Reader, Cheating, No dialogue, Slut-Shaming

You don’t know desire with Adam.

He desires you in his way, but it’s not strong or sharp or sweet. When he reaches for you, it doesn’t prickle at your spine or turn your lower half into a buzzing, syrupy mess. His kisses as brusque like the scratch of the shrubbery at your calves and his touches are harried, quickening your heart rate not out of true anticipation but in response to his need to hurry up.

Near the beginning (but not right at the beginning because lust was curated after a period of innocent fumbling) you had felt excited over his enthusiasm. It had made you feel good, like when the sunshine warmed your skin and the wind ruffled your hair.

Then you realize it’s not enough, because it never changes.

Adam wants you but he already has you. You’re a given, a literal Godsend, and desire for you is limited to rough grabs and the smacks of his thighs against your ass before he spills inside of you. After that, the flames dwindle and die and Adam looks at you the way he looks at the blue sky overhead each morning — constant, ordinary, unremarkable.

The Archangel Lucifer did not look at you that way. Not even once. Not even when he was simply your friend and your confidant, hanging onto your words though they came out simple and slow in the beginning.

He marveled at you. He praised you. He gave you the gentlest, fondest touches that you missed as soon as they disappeared.

Until he’d visited unannounced while you were resting near Eden’s crystalline waterbeds — where the ducks swam and the trees rose tall and proud to shade the everglades. And he’d seen you.

Lucifer had seen you, stretched out in the buttery sunlight, as pleased as anything with your hand between your legs. You hadn’t realized he was there as you arched up toward the sky, your body bent like a rainbow as you chased that curling, tightening sensation that always sent starbursts over your sight.

When you had looked up, eyes opening as the constellations faded and Eden returned, you had seen true desire. God’s own messenger, beguiling as he always had been, as he’d appeared before you in blues and whites and the sweetest gold-blue gaze you’d ever known — he looked at you with heat and hunger.

He wanted you.

Embarrassment had sent him flapping away, but Lucifer couldn’t stay away for long. He’d shown guilt and begged your forgiveness for transgressing, in spite of the baffled tilt of your head and the worried furrow between your eyes. You had touched him innocently with your hand, to ground him with affection the way you always had. Only to see him staring back at you with teary, glinting eyes still burdened by want no matter how much he cried or wished for it to be otherwise.

The cradling of his hands at the base of your skull, fingers smoothing over the planes of your arm and shoulder while he touched his thin lips to yours made you feel alive. And the feeling poured through your body like the slow oozing tears of tree trunks. It pooled from your belly and grew to slide down your thighs. All the while, Lucifer’s touches grew bolder and stayed longer.

Lucifer’s fingers curled under your chin so he could look into your eyes and tell you how beautiful they were before he kissed you. He stroked from your hair to your arms and sides, waxing in like the moon and waning to trace over your outline. The curvature of your hips and weight of your breasts became far more real as he held them with such reverence.

He stroked over you with the pads of his fingers and the flat of his tongue. A tongue he’d used for nothing more than sweet trickling words about how beautiful you were, how you put the Heavens themselves to shame, how he would cease to exist without you wrapped around him in your wet cavernous center.

You were swollen and bruised with his excitement, placed indulgently and without care to the future. To the evidence. And you couldn’t feel bad as your Archangel coaxed whines and sighs from you as his long fingers trailed over your ribs and the basin of your hips. As he stretched you out on his hand and then his cock, sinking in again and again until the sky exploded and you were blessed by hot, angelic seed.

Desire consumed everything like a roaring fire, putting those dull licks of flames from Adam to shame.

Lucifer opened you up and nestled himself inside of you, lodged in deep until he’d reached the core of you. Adam had been pushed out as easily as a splinter of wood from your finger — but after secret nights and days in the shelter of his feathered wings, you knew Lucifer could not be taken out without it tearing you apart.

Adam had seen you and made a beeline for you, victim to his own pride that you’d wounded so very long ago.

‘Cheating Whore’ had barely been spat at you before Lucifer emerged in a burst of cherry star fireworks and rammed right into the First Man. He’d sent Adam careening far out into Hell’s sky until he was a speck on the horizon, quickly changing gears and disappearing in a blink.

You almost see the blue and gold, or at least the remnants of it, in Lucifer’s penitent and worshipful gaze. It’s a memory, dredged up from the beginning of Time when you were a made of clay and the rib of a lesser Man. When you first wrapped the Devil around your finger and welcomed him into your honey trap.

He held your head between his hands, staring into your eyes with the same blistering hunger that you’d been taken aback by all those centuries ago. Meanwhile his hips ground into yours until your opening burned and your legs ricocheted off his furious thrusts.

Lucifer mouthed words against your darkened lips — about how beautiful you were and how you put the Heavens themselves to shame.

[novamirmirsblog]

Sunshine, Lollipops, and Rainbows

Genre: Fluff

Request: Kinda

Word count: 1872

Warnings: none. perhaps implied sex at a later date.

Summary: Melissa has a crush on a parent. What happens when Jacob and Janine find out

A/N: Feels kinda homophobic if I didn't post anything for pride month. This is short but (hopefully) sweet so enjoy!

Melissa wasn’t exactly known for her subtleness. She wore her emotions on her sleeve and so it came as no surprise to Barbra when Melissa gushed about a new parent. 

“Barb, she’s so incredible! Did you know she’s a single parent? Has been since Ivy was born. Piece-a shit walked out before she was even born.” Melissa’s expression flicked from adoration to dark anger when she thought about how your boyfriend had left you when he found out you were pregnant. 

Barbra just hummed, already used to Melissa’s ramblings. You and your daughter were a new addition to Barbra’s class. Starting half-way through the year had been tough on little Ivy to begin with but your daughter had taken it in her stride and made friends without any issues. 

“Ooo, who are we talking about?” Janine came over to where Melissa and Barbra were, pulling out a chair to sit on before Melissa gave her a sharp look and she thought otherwise. 

“Ivy’s mother.” Barbra answered, her voice soft and kind in an attempt to soften Melissa’s harsh stare.

“Oh! I heard tha-'' Janine was cut off by a knock on the staff door. 

The door swung open and there you stood with a tupperware container.

“Hey Mrs Howard, Ivy made cakes over the weekend and I forgot to pack them in her bag. She wanted to make them for her ‘extra special’ teacher”. You chuckled lightly. “Don’t worry, I did most of the making so the cakes are actually edible.”

You loved Ivy but kids were messy and no matter how many times you washed her hands, you couldn’t trust that she was actually clean. 

Melissa laughed just a little louder than the others, causing Barbra, yourself and Janine to look at her. A smile grew on your face as you watched her cheeks tint slightly with pink when she realised how loud she was. 

“Thank you dear.” Barbra took the container and glanced over at Melissa “Are you busy? How about you come sit with us for a while.” 

You looked between Barbra, Melissa and Janine, all of whom had mixed expressions. Barbra had a wide smile and a glint in her eye, Melissa’s eyes were wide as she stared at her friend, her leg bouncing nervously and Janine looked both put out and confused. 

“Oh thank you but I really should be going… I only stopped to drop these off.” You smiled politely as you backed away from the table, towards the door. 

“Let me walk you out.” Melissa rushed out of her seat before you could say no and opened the door for you.

Once the two of you were safely out of sight, Janine glanced at the cameras briefly before turning to Barbra “Well that was weird.”

~~~~~

You walked Ivy to Mrs Howard’s class, your daughter skipping along in front of you. It was so wonderful to see how well she had settled in. You hadn’t wanted to move her half-way through her first year at school but when your ex had shown up demanding to see his daughter, you didn’t really have much choice. You still shudder at the memory. Moving to South Philly was the best decision you had made and having a pretty lady who just happened to be your daughter’s teacher’s best friend made Philly just that little bit sweeter. 

Speaking of, Melissa was leaning on the doorframe to Mrs Howard’s classroom, chatting away to the other woman. You saw in real time as her eyes roamed your figure, her lower lip catching between her teeth briefly before realising what she was doing and looking away. She released her lip and cleared her throat before looking back at you. Her glasses were holding her hair back in the most breathtaking way and the amount of self control you had to not glance down to where her top ended in a V was insane. 

It was only when Ivy tugged at your hand that you realised where you were and what you were supposed to be doing. You kissed your daughter goodbye and watched as she was ushered into the room by a smug looking Barbra.

“Hiya hon.” Melissa’s deep Philly accent poured over your ears like honey. 

“Hi” You managed to choke out. You had never been a huge fan of nicknames but something about the way Melissa said hon made you want to change your mind. 

“Never got to thank you for those cakes, so thanks.” 

“Y-yeah no problem.” You laughed, hoping to shake some of the nervousness from your voice. “Well, I should get going. Work will kick my ass if I’m late again.” 

“Alright. See ya around kid.”

You smiled at the older woman before turning and walking away. Neither you nor Melissa noticed Jacob watch as Melissa’s eyes trailed over your ass. Jacob power walked away before Melissa could catch him as he came to a shocking realisation. 

~~~~~

The staff room was unusually calm, meaning Jacob had to stage-whisper to Janine. 

“Have you seen Melissa and that parent?” 

Janine studied Jacob’s face before answering “Y/n?” She asked, testing the waters before she accidentally slipped up.

“Yes!” Jacob’s excitement got the better of him and Melissa briefly put down her crossword, looking at him from over her glasses. He cleared his throat “Sorry”.

“Wait so you’ve noticed it too?” Janine said, trying to be sly while a camera zoomed in to her face.

“I’m so glad I’m not the only one who knows.” Jacob said, a little louder than he meant to “”It was painful watching the two of them.” 

“Knows what?” Melissa’s voice made the two younger teachers freeze. 

“I know.” Mr Johnson said, looking smugly at the camera before turning around to face the three of them. 

Jacob let out a nervous laugh, “N-nothing.” He gulped and the camera zoomed in on his face. 

“Yeah… I’ve gotta… go… do something” Janine said, making a quick exit from the staff room, effectively abandoning Jacob. 

As Janine left, she sighed with relief before a beautiful, brilliant plan started formulating in her brain. 

She had a kindergarten teacher to see. 

~~~~~

“This feels like a bad idea.” Gregory had somehow found himself roped into Janine and Jacob’s insane plan.

“No! It’s in the name of love!” Jacob patted Gregory’s shoulder before basically shoving him into Mrs Howard’s room, with Janine closing the door behind him.

“Gregory?” Mrs Howard looked up, confusion clearly displayed on her face. 

“Hi” Gregory awkwardly waved, before clearing his throat in an attempt to shake off the nerves “I was wondering if I could have Miss Y/L/N’s number?” 

“And why is that?” 

“Well, I, um.” Gregory glanced at the door, seeing Janine’s head pop up and give him a thumbs up. He then looked blankly at the camera before rushing out. “I would like her number to ask her on a date.” 

Barbra looked shocked for a moment  “But I thought-” she cut herself off when she saw the top of Janine’s head duck out of the way. Ah, so this was her plan. Barbra kept a straight face as she wrote down your number, handing it to Gregory and praying that this would end well.

~~~~~

When you dropped your daughter off a week later, Barbra could tell you were distracted. You didn’t notice the way Melissa oogled you, not that you normally do, but today it was particularly obvious as she choked on her coffee and managed to have a very loud coughing fit.

“Everything alright my dear?” Barbra asked, Ivy skipping into her classroom to play with some friends before school started. 

“Yeah…” You frowned for a moment, Melissa coming to stand by Barbra as her kids still hadn’t arrived yet. 

“Don’t need me to beat anyone up for ya, do ya hon?” Normally the threat of violence was a big turn off for you but the way Melissa looked at you when she said it made your cheeks grow hot. 

“Nah, nothing like that. I guess…” You stopped, looking at them both before glancing at the camera crew who were waiting around the corner. You leaned closer to the two of them, missing the way Melissa’s breath stuttered and how her eyes fell on your lips. “Do you think Gregory has a crush on me?” 

You were so close to Melissa that she could smell your minty toothpaste and her head was so wrapped up in what it would be like to wake up next to you, that it took her a minute to realise what you had said.

“What- no- he- what makes you say that?” Melissa was trying to keep it cool but her heart was going a million miles an hour, did you like him? Were you going on a date with him? Were you straight? She hadn’t gotten those vibes from you but then again, she had been wrong before. Oh god, had you already slept with him?

“I got a couple of pretty strange texts from him over the weekend.” 

“What kind of texts?” Barbra asked, letting Melissa catch a break. 

“Well, he asked me if I was seeing anyone and what my favourite foods were.”

“Are you?” The question slipped past Melissa’s lips before she realised the words had left her mouth. 

“Am I what?” You looked at her, confusion etched on your face.

Melissa cleared her throat and shifted on her feet a little, too late to back down now. “Seeing someone?” 

You let out a laugh that was music to Melissa’s ears “No. Not at the moment.” If you gave Melisa a look at that moment, that was nobody’s concern.

The relief that washed over Melissa was evident until she realised what that meant. “Well, are you interested in him?” 

“No. I’m giving men a miss after my ex. Maybe it’s time to go back to women for a bit.” 

Melissa’s face lit up, her hopes raised as she realised she had a chance. Her eyes darkened as she imagined the endless possibilities, most of which involved you on various pieces of furniture screaming her name. 

It seemed Melissa had been lost in her thoughts for a tad too long as Barbra subtly pinched her. 

“Would you like to go on a date with me?” 

Oops. The words were out before Melissa could stop them but from the surprised smile that continued to grow on your face, the question wasn’t unwelcome.

“And where would we go, Miss Schemmenti?” 

“Hows about I make you something at my place? Crack open a bottle of wine?” Any previous nervousness vanished instantly as Melissa turned on the Schemmenti charm. 

“Sounds perfect.” You smiled at her and Melissa’s grin got wider. Your phone went. “Shoot - I’m going to be late for work.” You looked frantically between Barbra and Melissa

“Don’t worry sweetheart, I’ll give Melissa your number.” Barbra rubbed your upper arm before giving it a light squeeze as you rushed off.

“Text me the details!” You called out to Melissa.

Barbra would make sure to give Melissa your number at lunch, especially after she saw her do a little happy dance just before entering her classroom and Melissa would make sure to give Gregory a stern talking to.

[snixkers]

Empty Fishtank

Pairing: Emily Prentiss × GN!Reader

Hurt/Comfort

For: @d33pd3sire-blog

Content Warnings: Loss of a pet, grief, insensitive comment to loss, use of pet name (baby), swearing

Summary: After your pet Goldfish dies, Morgan makes an insensitive comment. Luckily, your girlfriend is there to help.

Author's Note: Sorry about your pet, I hope this does them some justice!

Feedback is always appreciated!

Requests are OPEN

You sat at your desk, staring morosely at the computer as you typed up a few emails. The team was aware that there was something wrong, but no one wanted to ask. Emily gave you a few sympathetic glances throughout the day, but she couldn’t do much more than that. Finally, Morgan decided to make his way over to your desk.

“Hey, what’s going on? You’re usually all sunshine and rainbows.”

Emily perked up at the sound of someone talking to you, making her way over to keep an eye on the situation.

You shrugged, looking up at him as he raised an eyebrow.

“My goldfish died yesterday.”

His eyes widened slightly as he stared at you before doing his best to comfort you.

“It’s gonna be okay. It was just a fish, right?”

His words hit your chest with a dull thump. Objectively, it was just a goldfish. But he was more than that to you. Before you knew it, you had burst into tears in the middle of the bullpen and drawn the attention of every agent in the vicinity.

Emily shot Derek a death glare as she led you out of the bullpen, rubbing your shoulders and finding you a seat in an empty conference room.

“I’m gonna punch him in the face. He’s a dick.”

You just shook your head, wiping the tears that wouldn’t stop falling.

“He’s right.”

She crouched down to your level, brushing your hair back and helping you take feep breaths.

“Baby, look at me. It doesn’t matter if he was a sock. He mattered to you.”

You sniffled to prevent your face from becoming an even bigger mess and nodded. She pressed a quick kiss to your forehead and squeezed your hand.

“How about after work we go down and see about getting a new fish?”

You shook your head slightly, watching her face soften.

“I don’t want to replace him.”

She sighed, leaning closer to you and pressing her forehead against yours.

“It’s not a replacement. But if you’re missing your fish, you can give that love to one of his friends.”

You teared up again at the sentiment, grateful for your girlfriend and her reassurance.

“You don’t think it’s stupid?”

She shakes her head again, pulling you up to your feet.

“Loving something isn’t stupid. Come on, I want you to see it when I kick Morgan's ass.”

[buckley-diaztruther]

there is a lot of folks really heated at eddie for this last ep and I gotta say yall, none of it felt ooc to me. I think in the lead up so many folks built up a fantasy of what they WANTED from the ep (eddie fondly exasperated but indulging buck completely in contrast to cruel skepticism from temu) when the reality is eddienhas ALWAYS been a bitch(affectionate) when it comes to his skepticism. Just because it feels weird to us to see him getting along w temu again doesn't mean it's ooc. I think we also built a fantasy of him now aggressively hating temu because he saw he was classic petty eddie at the bachelor party. but 1. I don't think the show would be THAT overt w Eddie's jealousy, he always displays it in little looks and comments but is otherwise generally neutral if not nice to bucks partners. 2. it is possible for eddiento be jealous and still like temu as a friend, much as we wish he didn't. they've effectively written put temus dark past and it's all about him just being dry humor and sarcasm, which at times can line up well w Eddie's humor. there's a reason they got on so well at the beginning of s7, no matter how we as temu haters feel about it.

also, folks are really defensive of buck being roasted by both of them purely bc theyre defensive of buck in general (same bestie same). the fandom has clocked very early on that buck is some flavor of adhd and the RSD is out the wazoo on this guy. and a lot of us empathize w that, can relate to it. and inthink that leads to a LOT of projection. not a bad thing, but I think that it can make folks a little blind to the nuance. buck can be genuinely hurt by the dismissal from eddie and eddie can still be ok and fine for laughing and poking fun to an extent. him and buck have always had a relationship that was heavy with friendly jabs and mocking and roasting bc thats a very normal thing in relationships, esp ones that are secure. it's easy to be comfortable ribbing each other the way they do (and they've said some BOLD shit even early on) because they trust each other to not go too far and that their relationship is still secure at the end of the day. it's newer, less certain relationships where you're going to tip toe around sensitivities until you really understand a person's boundaries. and while buck has clearly struggled w being put down and rejected, outside of the divorce era it's never been something that is obviously a crossed line for buck and so I don't think this is anything more than a silly 'et tu brute' kinda feeling from buck. I don't think he's really THAT torn up about eddie laughing.

also I'm gonna say something a lot of folks hate to hear. even if buck genuinely is so distressed at every perceived rejection, that is NOT Eddie's responsibility. eddie is his friend (and future husband I know) and yes, he should and does have care for bucks feelings and boundaries. but sometimes people act like eddie has to coddle buck and treat him like a baby to protect his feelings or that eddie just never would ever be mean or dismissive to buck and 1. that's not true and 2. RSD means something that was 100% ok yesterday might feel like a devastating rejection today and unfortunately, that's for buck to contend with. he's an adult and responsible for his own emotions and reactions. he can be hurt and work thru them (solo or w eddie) but even in romantic relationships it's not all gonna be sunshine and rainbows and not every hurt feeling needs to be met with a thousand apologies and amends because sometimes w rsd your reaction can be disproportionate to the cause and that's up to buck to tackle w his therapist.

I say this all, BTW, as someone w extreme rsd who v much was amd is buck in a lot of my friend groups - the 'immature', naive and hyperactive kid who won't shut up and gets their feelings hurt at every little thing and then youre getting hurt more because you're laughed at for being sensitive. it fucking sucks and a lot of that was extrapolated by having shitty friends. and yall, the 118 are not that.

Anyway sorry that got way out of hand and I went on a huge tangent but tldr stop acting like eddie is ooc and a dick for laughing at buck and stop treating buck like a baby when he's a grown ass man thank u love u

[allurilove]

Honestly I’m regretting saving cheating yan husband now…😭😭😭

If I knew he’d be an unfaithful lil slut I’d have voted to end his life in the poll!!!!!!🔥🔥🔥

“I was rooting for you, we were all rooting for you! How dare you?!” - Tyra Banks

Why you gotta do this to me author??????? I gotta find a new husband now!!!!!! And it sucks too cuz yan husband was fine as hell!!!!!! He got money and was great with kids!!!!!!!🥲🥲🥲

Let’s kill him!!!!!! He doesn’t deserve to be called a yandere if his eyes and dick are wanderin!!!!!!😈😈😈

i’m gonna clear a few things up about his character and other things lol!

the more I write about him, the more I think about all the shitty things he would probs do. I don’t have a single green flag character (maybe calm yandere, honestly i just love him). He just gets more complicated whenever I sit down and think for a hot minute. Because he’s not a character that’ll roll over onto his back and take it like a good boy. He’s a petty and revengeful man that doesn’t take shit from others. He’s going to get what he wants one way or another. And if it means hurting a couple people here and there, so be it. And that definitely applies to Lucas Skylar. If he were to steal the reader from him— he’s gonna enact revenge and take his wife too dammit. He’ll be like “I’m fucking your wife, and your kids call me ‘daddy’.” (oop) His hatred for that man literally blinds him from the bigger issue that reader left him.

ANNNND, I haven’t forgotten about that one anon that told me how much people would hate my yandere characters if I implemented some cheating here and there. (so thank you anon)

However, to be clear, yan!husband is going nowhere. As in, he’s not about to leave his wife for someone else. Like be so fr.

1. His ex, is he gonna go back to her?

-Hell no, and she doesn’t even want him back lol. She was his first true relationship, but it wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows. Yandere husband doesn’t happen to see it this way— still wearing rose colored glasses whenever he gets into a relationship— but she made him do things he wasn’t comfortable with. In his diary, it’s mentioned that whatever he felt about physical touch did not matter, and that whatever his ex says, goes. He had a lot of moments where he was unsure about even putting his hand on her thigh, and all he heard was that he needed to do more. More physical touch, more kissing, and more manhandling.

Now, regarding that diary entry… In a different post, I stated that yandere husband would not get back together with her, if they were to actually meet up again. He does write about what could’ve been and him reminiscing, because his diary is his only outlet where he can talk about his feelings comfortably. He has that entry in his diary cause he hasn’t had that talk with his ex yet, and never came to that realization that he’s better off with the reader.

Also, to add on to the whole thin about the reader being “rude,” it’s more like she’s packing up her shit and getting ready to leave. And yan!husband hasn’t picked up on that yet. So, the line that says something about the reader being occupied with stuff that’s not about yan!husband or Henry, was a lie. Because again, this man knows nothing about what’s going on. And most of the drabbles (i think??) are in his perspective.

2. Now what about his diary?

- He has that damn diary cause he doesn’t want to go to therapy. It’s not because he thinks that therapy doesn’t work or that it’s stupid— he just doesnt want people to know that he’s struggling and he’s a bad partner. Yandere husband is all for therapy, don’t get me wrong, and if his son would ever want a therapist, he’ll be happy to arrange that. It’s just that being seen as this perfect nuclear family is everything to him, and he’s a little jealous of the Skylar family. They represent what he’s been wanting, and craving, the moment he could finally leave his parent’s house and live on his own.

His diary ranges from talking about how annoying his co-workers are to talking about the unresolved issues he has with his dad. Don’t worry, it’s not all about his ex. Some… or most pages is about Henry messing with him, and stuff about his wife. He writes stuff in it when he’s upset and has no one to talk to. Most of his siblings are busy doing other stuff, and he’s not about to ask a toddler for advice either.

Why doesn’t he just talk to his wife?

It’s embarrassing for him. He wants to be seen as a provider, as this big strong man that can do whatever for his family, and admitting all the troubles he has is just straight up embarrassing for him.

3. His parents.

- I think I haven’t talked much about his mother, but that’s really cause his father had a more prevalent role in shaping who he is today. What more can I say about his father at this point? Bottomline he’s horrible. Physically and mentally abusive, controlling, always had a stick up his ass, and never encouraged any of yandere husbands dreams etc. He’s everything yan! husband is trying not to be, and wants to break the cycle of traumatizing his kids. Sadly, as time goes on with a bunch of stuff from part four and all that, he’s not able to. No matter how hard he tries to be different, he’s truly his father’s son. Yandere husband was never about to become a better man, and that would have been more clear if I had released part four like I damn said I would! 😭😭 Because he is… not doing so well in that fic.

4. His wife.

- Now, regarding his wife.

Who is such an absolute wonderful and normal human being, that happened to steal the heart of yan!husband without even trying. He’s more comfortable with his wife compared to his ex, since they don’t force anything on him. And he does love her, and can’t imagine a life without her and their kids. They’re in a tough spot for sure, with reader planning to leave him and being officially done with him. He does believe that they could work it out, so he’s acting like a pouty and dejected man whenever she seemed to be disinterested by his advances. It’s a complete 180 from his past relationship, and he’s not used to it.

[mjis0nfire]

DPxP5 - The Mansons' Host Kids

The foreign exchange program was a surprise, but not entirely unwelcome for Sam. Until her parents dropped the bombshell that they will be hosting two of the kids. For fuck's sake, one of them is literally a model despite being her age - blonde hair, blue eyes, thin and pretty, magazine covers and interviews- God the more she looks at her picture the more she looks like Star.

Her new host brother doesn't look all that better - a jock posing as a punk with that bleach-blond hair.

She hates it.

And she hates it even more when they actually show up and act all sunshine and smiles, especially the girl, Ann. It's just a reminder of the conventional 'family' Sam's parents wished they got to enjoy.

She doesn't even notice the piercings on Ryuji, Ann's variety in her bags, or how the two cringe and shrink in at how painfully cheerful her parents are to have them as 'part of their family'. She just gives them the cold shoulder. All of them. And rants to Danny about her frustrations when Tucker starts begging for Ann's number.

That resentment bubbles over one night when Ann stays with Sam to help clean after dinner. Especially as Ann tries to ask about her fashion to fill the very purposeful silence.

"You can drop the act, yknow." Sam cuts her off, annoyed.

A tone that seems to genuinely confuse the blonde. "Sorry?"

"The whole smiles and rainbows and tolerant shtick. I can smell the bullshit from here. Your poser friend doesn't help matters."

Ann's eyes widen a bit at her bluntness before she settles. "I'm not bullshitting you. And I don't think Ryuji would count as a 'poser'-"

"Please, he's got 'jock' written all over him. Like he's just trying to be 'cool'. It's not gonna work. Not on me."

Ann can't help but give a huff of a laugh. "And here I thought those cliques were just for crappy American movies-" She stops her tease when she sees Sam's glare her way.

"He hasn't run in over a year. Not competitively. And he dyed his hair our first year of high school. Mostly so I wouldn't be the only blonde in class."

That gets Sam's attention, softening her annoyance a bit. Come to think of it... It is odd that a Japanese girl would have flaxen blonde hair...

"I ask about your fashion because I'm genuinely interested. It looks good on you! And I know Japan has different fashion subcultures than here, so I don't want to be insensitive or compare it to something it's not, yknow?"

"Seriously?" Sam asks with almost a laugh in her voice.

"Seriously!" The blonde's smile brightens. "I didn't come here to poke fun at Americans. Well- not too much anyway." She quickly and jokingly corrects herself. A joke that actually gets Sam to chuckle a bit.

"We deserve most of it, honestly."

"Heeyyy, don't lump yourself in with that!"

The two girls finish the dishes quickly, but still linger in the kitchen for a long while, chatting and swapping stories and fashion tips. Turns out Danny’s host siblings are friends with Ann and Ryuji.

Maybe this whole thing won’t be so bad.

[b0njourbeach]

LeoVil Dynamic Analysis

Their dynamic could be - in my opinion - classified as "enemies and lovers". Mutual annoyance with the tendency to insult the ever-living rainbow out of their asses. They're besties, they're exes, they hooked up at some point.

Vil can't stop calling Leona pretty, visibly annoyed by his beauty (relatable). But both of them are known to have the habit of keeping up a certain image of themselves: Leona as the rough, "not caring" guy who acts all high and mighty but in reality, he does care - He just doesn't/can't/won't express that he cares (for most likely multiple reasons but that's a different story). And Vil? Well, it's obvious he has to only show his perfect side, no? He cares about people but he expresses it in a way that can and is seen as him forcing everyone to be their perfect selves. Yes, his tips might be unwanted (depending on who it is) but he still looks out for the people he cares about - And it's not a secret that he's nagging Leona every breathing moment if given the opportunity.

But there's something about these specific two that tickles a special part of my brain: Their trauma. Its source is entirely different yet practically carbon copies. Leona, the second born prince who could work as hard as he could possibly do and he'd be still "just" the second born, the shunned, a royal nobody. It is carved in his nature that he will never be first, he'll be never be the best - He's the eternal second place and no work will ever change it. Much more, there is this little person who's practically sunshine as a person - this little person that was the final brick on the wall that would part Leona forever from the first place: Cheka. What's worse is the fact that Cheka is entirely oblivious that he is a problem in Leonas life and his mental health. Cheka wants to be around his Uncle, wants them to play and get along well, unaware of how bothersome he truly is (in Leonas eyes).

And it's the same with Vil. He is not bound by blood to his personal "final brick" but it's just as persistent. Ever since he was a kid, he wouldn't be the last one standing, the number one, the star. He was the Villain, the second one, he belonged in the shadow. A shadow that would cause the "hero" to shine even brighter: Neige. A ray of sunshine, the hero, the number one. It would not matter how much Vil would work on his acting, on himself, on everything - As long as Neige existed, he was nothing more than the shadow.

Having this deep understanding and relations - without having the same source of "bother" - they could support each other like no other could. Sure, people can listen to them (if they'd ever open up to begin with) but it's different, it's more intimate, if the person *knows* the pain. Talking and knowing that the person in front of you bleeds from the very same wounds, it's a special bond.

Now that I explained the base of my sight on this Duo/ship, I would like to introduce my headcanons to this lovely ship because I believe that it makes this ship even better.

When Leona first saw Vil, he mistook him for a girl and treated him with utmost respect (since he has a natural respect for women). It took him several weeks to realize that Vil is indeed a guy. He immediately dropped his manners and became the Leona we know - Much to Vils annoyance because in his eyes, Leona became suddenly an arrogant asshole and refused to elaborate why the sudden shift in attitude happened.

For my next headcanon, I first have to mention an HC I have for/about Vil: I genuinely believe that he has an issue with potions / is addicted to them. We know that he's extremely talented when it comes to brewing potions - Not to mention that his Unique Magic supports his abilities if needed. Being the prominent person he is, he has undoubtedly dealt with extreme stress, probably (extreme) pain, self-doubt and most likely self-hate as well. So if it becomes extremely bad, he would get himself a potion to calm the thoughts and stress, giving him similar experiences to taking drugs. Obviously, he wouldn't want to see others that he even remotely does such measures to get himself in a calmer state, so he genuinely keeps himself hidden in quiet places of the school. Unfortunately, he once thought hiding in the Botanical Garden was a great idea - It was not. A certain feline was - as usual - in the garden and immediately noticed something was off. Not only did he notice the messed up mental state of the "Oh so perfect" Vil Schoenheit but he also smelled the faint scent of some potion. He first wanted to be the usual cocky guy but decided differently. Even with the potion, Vil was in a bad shape and it was quite easy to tell. Sitting on the floor, leaning against the tree, completely fatigued. Leona decided to get him a bottle of water and placed it in silence next to him and leaned against the other side of the tree. They didn't talk, they just sat there. Neither of them would ever talk about this situation but it became a habit of the two of them for a while (until Vil has started to catch Rooks attention more and more).

-> After Vil overblotted, they met again on the tree. It was as if Vil was seeking comfort by the silence of the feline. If there was silence, there would be no judgment, there would not be Betrayal and what he needed most after the competition was a person who gave comfort that he could trust in.

They also have shared custody over Epel, trust me. I know, many see Rook and Vil as Epels "parents" but having Leona and Vil to be his "parents" would make more sense: The strict mom that wants Epel to make use of his potential (which are unfortunately his feminine charms) while Leona is his Sports dad, the "masculinity" Epel admires and wants so badly.

[chloepleasestopdying]

Like I understand that most people don’t want to get into how bad Joyce is in fic ( most fics are ship based just to start) and the game is clear on it’s stance on the matter ( Which is that Joyce is mother of the year and tried her very hardest but Chloe is stuck in her grief and if she just gave David a real chance everything would be sunshine and rainbows) but ugh.

No doubt there’s like a dozen posts on this blog about how annoyed I am about it but honestly it really does annoy the hell out of me. I mean come on guys! Putting aside that Chloe lost her father and was undoubtedly a hard teenager to raise: Joyce started dating a man within a couple months of William’s death ( I believe we dated it at like 5 or 6 months) and continued despite seeing how Chloe felt about it. Yes- she can date who she wanted too but she had to have seen how much it hurt Chloe.

David clearly pushed Chloe into being more aggressive and angry. She was a young teenager who lost her father and instead of getting a hint of compassion from her mother or new shiny step father her needs were completely ignored. And Joyce just sat there and went ‘I don’t know what’s wrong with that girl I did all I could 😔’ while David’s over there poking her with a stick.

It just really gets me that Joyce only kicked David out when she learned about the cameras and not if Max tells her that he hit Chloe. She can excuse her husband hitting her daughter but not an invasion of her own privacy. 

[prof-peach]

Bit ooc but I have a question. How you do go about planing out your PLA comic? Like how do you actually turn your ideas/ storyline into comic form? Is it chapter to chapter or do you have the whole idea already planned out? Trying to find my own way in comic making so I’m just wondering if you could give any advice. Feel free to ignore if you don’t feel comfortable answering

So, at first this was al i could think to send.

because its incredibly accurate to my process.

Jokes aside, a lot of how i work is back and forth chaos, fighting with ideas until im happy with them. I will start with a list (usually not written down because im unhinged and keep a ot of it in my brain) and organise it in a way that makes sense to the situation, in this case workign with a game with an established plot...not that its a very strong one.

with a set of ideas, and a game to work around i will ramble and rant to a few choice people who i bounce well off, and also stare into space for hours on end building the ideas. This process can be days, it can be years. For context, i have some notes from 2019 about things i wanted to include that are still relevant. I have been scheming how to break and rebuild this OC for ages. Theres no correct time frame, so long as you simply do the work.

Once i have a fairly loose plan, i start to solidify the benning and the end. What is required to make a character compelling, what makes them believable, what makes them human in a way that we recognise. this isnt always a positive thing, people like to call characters who do bad things problematic, but its human nature to make mistakes and be damaged or difficult, the process of the story is not always rainbows and sunshine. For me, this hits even harder, as im trying to tell a story from the perspective of someone fundamentally broken, so showing those breaks and cracks has to be done wisely.

This is the point where i make notes about things that need to change from the start to the end. And ill say one thing, this story in particular, I have not solidly planned the middle. I am allowing space for me to come up with new ideas at points. Being locked into a dead set of ideas can be quite limiting, and as creators we consume and process things constantly to generate new stories. Id be a fool to make a plan and stick to it. everything i do is vague guidelines.

However, I know exactly how the story ends in Hisui, and where it goes to from there. And i think me personally knowing the end goal makes it easier to plot steps towards that, and some of those steps are anything but progressive.

If nothing else, the end was the only thing i saw clearly, and it has only become more complex and loaded and emotional as the rest of this has fallen into place. If you can see the goal, you can work out how to get there with time.

Regarding the chapters, i tend to draft plan up like 3-4 of them at a time, and then go in order to sketch out one after the other, so i have plenty of time to change things while i adjust. its constantly a process of seeing what you make, seeing issues, and scrapping whole parts just to redraw something better or new, unique even. I dont think a single page ive posted has resembled the very VERY first draft thumbnail ive made, and thats just how i do. Every panel, how big they are, the angle you hand the viewer, the way you light things, the expressions, this all dictates SO SO much.

Taking time over it is kind of the job, and let me stress, this is normally a job done by a team, especially the highly popular comics. one inks, one colours, one shades, one handles text, one edits, theres so many people behind it, so dont be bothered by the pace at which things are made if youre working alone like i am. One person means longer production times, if you can, spread the workload out, but its not required. Its why i always say it doesnt matter how long it takes to make, so long as youre still making.

I think its also worth noting, comics are consumed quickly, the bakcgournds and small details can be lost in the ace of the storytelling, pick and choosing your battles is wise, save your time on panels where you want the reader to shift along quicker, keep that pace high, and add in more detail and depth to panels you want to champion or get the viewers to hang around on more. its ok to let go of a "perfect" image in favour of getting content out, if youre being driven nuts by it. Again, time be damned, be happy with it. And if you can let go of petty details, id suggest doing it when possible, so long as it doesnt effect the storytelling.

I mean what else can i even say. This work is a passion project, I love it, more than i can even put into words, and i think you kind of have to, to make comics without monetary motivation. sure you can get lucky and find ways to make it big, but for most of us, its the love of the story. So maybe try not to be your biggest hater, its easy to slip into the behaviour, so try be gentle on yourself and the process. I should take that advice myself haha! but i really do mean it. This is HARD work, so be kind to yourself over it.

anyway, with a rough idea, a bunch of sketches, and time, they get inked and fussed over, i make a billion changes to layout and story, and eventually posting can happen but not after fighting with the monster that is creating. Idk what else i can say. This is not work for the feint of heart, but anyone can learn to do it.

Good luck, comic artists can always use it!

[devilsrecreation]

Random Outlander scenarios cuz I got bored

I guess it wouldn’t be that bad cuz they’re besties/lovers, but it would probably still be funny in a human au

Shupavu: Njano, gimme the key

Njano: I left it at home….

Shupavu: …..

Njano: Nah, I’m just messing with ya. I got in my pocke-oh shit

OMGGGGG KENGE TAKING CARE OF SUMU!!!! Usually it’s the other way around since I hc Sumu as a healer when he reforms, but Kenge doing his best to nurse Sumu is absolutely adorable! Kinda brings out his softer side

I dunno if ALL of his dreams would be about Janja, but I’m just imagining Janja being in literally every dream/nightmare Kiburi has no matter what and it starts to annoy him dndhdhd

“Get tf outta my dreams.”

WHOLESOME CONTENT!!!! They’re just giggling and splashing around with not a care in the world

I don’t think Cheezi would force Chungu per se cuz he would happily wear it, but it’d be both cute and funny. Cute cuz Chungu’s wearing something his bestie made and funny cuz nobody has the heart to tell Cheezi that the sweater is ugly 😭

Ooooh the thought of Kiburi being cursed is really interesting. I don’t know much about curses in African folklore but apparently a lot of them result in death. I don’t want Kiburi to die anytime soon so maybe I’d go with “The Death Bones of Shangaan” where anyone who comes into contact with said bones gets plagued by bad luck and illness.

Maybe someone puts a curse on him after losing a fight that makes him weaker than usual…like MUCH weaker. Like hatchling weak, yk? And we know crocs can’t have that so it’s gonna f him up

Or maybe it’s a really funny curse where Kiburi is forced to burst into a musical number

But Ucheshi knowing how to cure it and helping her brother makes for some good croc sibling content. Though she would definitely play around with him first hdhdhhd

😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏

Jasiri: I told you, Janja. You’re not getting my rump

Janja: Why not?

Jasiri: l got mine fair and square. You can’t have the rump whenever you want

Janja: The rump’s the juiciest part! Everybody wants the rump!

Janja wants Jasiri’s rump…..of the animal she killed. What were you thinking?

The innuendos are strong with this one

I like to think that’s how they became friends in the first place! Nne was being teased by some of the older hyena cubs and Tano jumped in like “Hey, leave him alone!”. They’ve been inseparable ever since

AWWWWWW THAT’S SO CUUUUUUUTE!!!! She gets infinite licks afterwards

I’m just imagining that secret being he likes everything sunshine and rainbows and Mzingo being like “dear god it’s worse than I imagined”

[vanfleeter]

Bound For Earth: Chapter 8

Characters: Jake Kiszka, Josh Kiszka, Marlie, Ivan. Warnings: 18+ || Language. Smut. Allusions to sex. Penetrative sex. Fluff. Tooth achingly sweet proposal. Brotherly banter. A/N: We are back with the sci-fi!

Bound For Earth Masterlist

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“Jake, what are you doing?” Marlie asks as I pull her through the corridors.

Today marks three months since Marlie and our family made the trip here to Mars. We’ve shown them just about everything. I took Sam out in one of the space cars and he absolutely fell in love with it. Danny fell right into rhythm helping out in the training modules. Apparently he’s big on fitness and helping to keep everyone in shape has been quite the joy for him. Mom and Dad fell back into work, Mom working from the command center and Dad went right back to working on the cruiser and fixing any problems with any of the space crafts if there were any problems. Josh and Ivan seemed to get even closer. I still sometimes see them sneaking in and out of each other’s cabins every now and then. As long as he’s happy, that’s all that matters.

Marlie and I have spent nearly every minute together, except for when I have to work. When I do, she’ll go off and help Josh in the agricultural side of the station. Apparently she too has a green thumb.

It has been an adjustment period and not everything has been exactly sunshine and rainbows. Living on the station is a lot different than living on Earth. You don’t have much freedom to do things and living in close quarters is not always easy, especially when you have a small bed that typically only fits one person.

Sex was easy when it didn't require having to turn over often, which we sometimes did. Listen.. I’m trying to experience sex in any way that I possibly can and any way that she’s comfortable with. But damn.. I can’t tell you how many times we’ve hit the floor. Forget having bruises from sex, I get bruises just from falling off the bed.

I sleep on the outer side of the bed to keep her from falling off the bed. I didn’t entirely think that through very well. Neither of us can sleep on our backs or our stomachs, so we have to sleep on our sides which tends to get highly uncomfortable after a while so turning over just adds even more difficulty. It got to the point that I got fed up once in the middle of night and ended up sleeping on the floor. Still not comfortable but at least I won’t keep falling off the bed. I had petitioned to build a bigger bed in the cabin but per usual, my request was denied. The only reasoning being that Marlie would be going back to Earth in three months so the head honcho felt that it would just be a waste. Whatever..

Sharing such close quarters was also not easy. Always having to squeeze past each other in the bathroom. Marlie tripped over my computer chair so many times. Trying to take a shower together proved difficult so that was eliminated almost immediately. Even trying to change at the same time resulted once in her swinging her elbow and nailing me in the throat. She was offered to stay in an empty cabin but that was clear on the other side of the station. She declined it gracefully whereas I may have used a few not so nice words. So living in the same tiny cabin will have to be done for the time being.

“I want to show you something.” I say as I unlock the doors to the dome. Inside it was filled with all different kinds of monitors and radars. A spiral staircase led upwards towards the top where a giant telescope sat and pointed outwards to look beyond the station. Dragging her up the steps, I stop in front of the telescope. “I think you’re going to like this.” I peer through the eyepiece of the telescope, adjusting it to the right position until I find what I’m looking for. “Here, take a look.”

She steps up to the telescope and peers into the eyepiece, “Woah.. Is that Saturn?”

“Yeah, we’re close enough to see Saturn in its orbit.”

“That’s so amazing. I never thought I’d see Saturn this close ever.”

“It’s quite the sight.”

She pulls away from the telescope, “Do you ever see Jupiter?”

“Every now and then, definitely more often than Saturn.”

She turns back to the telescope and looks into the eyepiece again. “Those rings are so gorgeous up close.”

“I had this crazy thought of what if it were possible to take one and give it to you..”

She scoffs with a giggle, “That is quite impossible.”

“Which is why I made you one.”

“What?” She pulls away and turns back around to face me.

“I was five years old when a group of astronauts made the trip from here to Saturn. They wanted to get as close as they could to observe the planet and its rings for better accuracy. Well, they got close enough to collect little pieces of the outer rings.” I dug into my pocket and pulled out a silver band that had a decent sized diamond on it. “I asked Patrick in the welding department if he could take some of the collected material from that trip and make a ring out of it.”

“Jake..”

“I know this is sudden and we haven't really talked about this..” I step up close to her and reach for her left hand. “I love you Marlie and I want to marry you, if you’ll have me.”

“Oh Jake..” She covers her mouth as her eyes fill with tears. “Of course I will.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah! Yes!” She exclaims, excitedly bouncing on the tips of her toes.

I slip the ring on her finger and she throws her arms around my neck, effectively pulling me in for a kiss. No one knew of our engagement, I made sure to keep it a secret considering how easily word can spread around here.

That night we made love like we’ve never done before. Quite frankly because we did it right there by the telescope. I think the reason it felt different was because we’re engaged but because it’s a bit public and the risk of someone walking in and finding us just makes it quite the thrill.

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The proposal wasn’t the only surprise I had in store for her. I kept up with my training and my progress was moving along very well. Living on Earth was still a goal for me. Though I’d be away from Josh, I didn’t want to take Marlie away from all of that and bring her up here to next to nothing. She keeps telling me that she loves it up here but I just know that after some time she’ll grow to not like living up here 24/7. So for now, I’ll keep training to grow my immunity to Earth’s gravity.

As I make my way down the corridors towards our cabin, I’m yanked from the hall and into Josh’s cabin. “What the hell?” I say as he pins me to the bed.

“How can you propose to Marlie and not say anything to me?” He says above me.

“What? How did you–”

“She wasn’t so quick to hide the ring when I saw her in the common area. You never even mentioned wanting to propose and then boom, suddenly you’re engaged?!”

“Shhh!” I clamp my hands over his mouth. “Shut up, loudmouth. Who all else knows?”

Josh pushes my hands away from his face and stands back up to his feet. “As far as I know, just me.” Josh says. “But if she can’t hide that thing properly, Mom’s definitely going to find out and she’s going way more pissed than I am that you didn’t say anything.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you–”

“I am your brother–your twin!” He exclaims, throwing his arms around in the air. “Out of everyone on this damn station, I should have been the first to know.”

“Are you finished being dramatic?” I say as I stand on my feet.

“Wah–Yes..” He huffs.

“And the reason I didn’t tell you was because I know how you are. Mom would have found out before I could even propose.”

“I would not have told her,” Josh says in defense of himself with his hands on his hips.

“Oh no?” I say, my eyebrows raising. “Then who was the one who told Mom that I took out the rover that very first time without supervision?”

“Well–”

“And the time that I snuck out to watch the sun rise from the canyons?”

“But–”

“Admit it, Josh. You would have blabbed.”

Josh rolls his eyes and folds his arms over his chest. He then peeks at me from the side. “Am I at least going to be your best man?”

“No, I was thinking maybe Sam–or Danny, he seems cool.”

“What?!”

I laugh and playfully shove him. “I’m kidding! Of course you’d be my best man! You’ve been by my side our whole lives–not like you had a choice–why would I choose someone over you?”

“Mmhmm…”

I chuckle and start heading for the door and I slide it open only to find Ivan on the other side with his fist raised to knock. “Oh.. Hi..” He awkwardly smiles. “I didn’t know-”

“No, you’re good!” I say with a smile. “I’m on my way out anyways.” We trade spots and I step out in the hall. “Have fun, be safe!”

Josh’s eyes grow wide. “Jake!”

I wink at him before closing the door and hurrying down the hall to our cabin. Sliding open the door, I hear Marlie gasp and I look up to see her covering her top half with one of my tshirts. She sighs in relief and sits down on the bed. “You scared me..” She says. I walk over with a smile on my face and I lean down to kiss her. “I haven’t seen you all day, how was it?”

“Good, actually,” I say as I sit beside her on the bed.

“You’ve been training a lot,” She says. “I like watching you.”

“You watch me?”

Marlie nods her head as she smiles. “You look so sexy when you’re all sweaty.”

“Do I?” I say as I lean in close to her, rubbing my nose against her.

“Mmhmm..”

“And I bet I’d look even sexier if I took all of my sweaty clothes off, hmm?”

“It’s possible.”

I smile against her lips and kiss her as I gently lay her back on the bed. She grabs the ends of my shirt and pulls it up my back. I lean back on my knees and pull off my shirt the rest of the way.

I whisper all of the sweet things into her ear as I slowly make love to her, savoring it all. I soak in all the places she touches me and I save all of her sounds in my head. All these years I have spent up here feeling trapped and as if I’d die up here without experiencing some kind of love.

But I found it, and I found her. Even though our short time spent on Earth didn't give me much, I still am grateful. I just hope all of this training pulls off.

When we both meet our ends, I go to pull out of her when she pulls me back and kisses me. “I love you.” She says. “I really do.”

“I love you too.” I say as I kiss her back.

–Four Months Later–

“I think you’re ready to go,” Ivan says with a proud smile on his face. “Both you and Josh have been shown a lot of progress since coming back.”

“You think?” Josh asks with a cock of his eyebrow.

Ivan chuckles. “I know,” He says as leans over to kiss Josh. “However, we still have to take precautions.”

“I knew it was too good to be true.” I grumble.

Ivan chuckled and I raised my head to look at him with a questionable look on my face. “Just for the first week or two, we’ll be monitoring the both of you. If anything should happen–”

“We’ll get shipped right back here..” I finished.

“Not exactly,” Ivan says, shaking his head. “Some of our engineers have been building a prototype of a lighter gravity chamber so in the event that something should happen–again–we’ll have a place to bring you instead of rushing you into outer space.”

“And it works?” Josh asks.

Ivan nods his head. “So… With all of that being said.. How about we head back to our cabins, pack up what all you want to bring back down with you, and get some rest. The cruiser leaves tomorrow afternoon.”

Sliding open the cabin door, I find Marlie sitting on the edge of the bed and chewing at her nail. A nervous habit she seems to have picked up. When she hears me, she looks up and drops her hand from her mouth.

“What’d he say?” She asks as she rushes up to me. “Are you cleared to go?” I nod my head and a smile breaks out on her face. “I have never been happier,” She says as she kisses me. “All the hard work that you’ve been put in and it’s paying off, I’m so proud of you.”

“I was determined to be with you on Earth,” I say as I wrap my arms around her. “Last thing I wanted to do was to subject you to life up here. It can get quite boring.”

“Well I’ve been having fun actually,” She says. “Plus you’re here so it definitely feels like home.” I smile and lean down to kiss her. “But I’ll be excited to finally be able to eat something other than pees.”

I can't help but to laugh. “Now you know how I’ve been feeling.” I say as I pick her up. She wraps her legs around my waist and I carry her over to the bed.

“Would you like to celebrate?” She says.

“I thought you’d never ask..”

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