#because i forgot to actually make something special to post today

[hebuiltfive]

HAPPY THUNDERBIRDS DAY !!

Wishing everyone a FAB day ✨

[igotanidea]

All figured out : Jason Todd x reader

Summary: When duties and stuff get in the way of being close so bad he forgets your b-day... Or does he?

***

As of late they barely had time for each other. It was constantly his patrols, his wounds and bleeding, her work and headaches and everything in-between.

You know what they say after all, right? About the mundane everyday stuff killing more relationships than actual fights and heartbreaks. The case when you get so accustomed to being with each other that there’s nothing more to discover and the connection becomes simply boring.

And he didn’t want it.

She neither.

But what was to do when there was always something or someone.

What was to do when they both found themselves drifting apart, too focused on the duties and obligations and that constant train of thoughts, plans and internal anxiety they tried to suppress so hard there was barely any strength for anything else.

“Y/N.” 

“Hm?” She raised her head from the couch she dozed off while reading some notes for the upcoming work presentation. “Yeah? What’s wrong? How can I help?” Even in her half-hazy state with a post-it note stuck to her cheek, her first instinct was to sprung into action. And the fact that she missed his concerned face and affection beaming from his eyes did not go unnoticed.

“It’s your birthday today, baby…” Jason sighed, moving closer, crouching next to the couch to be somewhere close to her eye level and squeezing her hands.

“My birthday?” Her tone indicated that she barely recognized what day it was, let alone that the date was anything special “Really? I guess I forgot about that…”

“Y/N…”

“Hm?”

“I’m so sorry-“

“For what?” she tore the note from her cheek, finally meeting his eyes “Hey. Jason, baby. For what?”

“I forgot them too.”

“Well clearly not, if you’re the one reminding me.”

“I don’t have a gift for you.”

“You’re here, aren’t you?”

“It’s not enough.”

“It is enough for me.” She squeezed his hand reassuringly, “Because us talking for more than five minutes might be the first time in weeks.”

“I’m sorry-“

“Yeah, me too.” She sighed “this is not just on you Jace. You’re only half of this relationship.”

“Only?” he teased, familiar sparks showing in his eyes

“Oh, here’s that mischief I know you for.” She chuckled leaning her forehead on his in a vulnerable gesture “What happened to us Jay?”

“I don’t know. But I don’t like it.”

“You don’t say.”

“And that’s why I’m taking you out tonight.”

“Wait, what? What about the patrol? The missions? The-“ the stream of words coming out of her mouth was cut abruptly as he placed a finger on her lips. “Hey-hmph!”

“Don’t think just because I’ve barely heard your voice lately I’m just going to let you bubble, princess.”

“But-“

“Now, put on you prettiest dress and do not worry your sweet little head about anything else”

“But-“

“If you keep talking I’ll have to silence you in some other way and then we won’t leave this apartment at all. And I’ve already made plans-.”

“In the past thirty seconds?!”

“Yes. Now do you want to ruin my plans for tonight?” he pouted in a child-like manner causing her to let out an involuntary laugh before heading to the bathroom to get ready for whatever scheme he came up with.

***

“A club? Seriously?”

The look of confusion on her face as they pulled at the dancing spot was quite hurtful to him.

“I didn’t even know you could dance.”

“Ouch! Y/n!”

“What?!” she scoffed, “It’s your fault. You never showed that skill.”

“Well here’s a show for your entertainment. Go ahead and enjoy me, making a fool out of myself just to celebrate your bday.”

Jason grabbed her hand, sent a knowing look to the bouncer that just let them pass without any questions and dragged her inside.

“Wait… wait, what is going on here? You know the bouncer at the club? Jason? Jason?! The actual hell- ah!”

The lights went out, she felt his hand slipping from hers and for a second that felt like eternity she was completely alone in the dark.

“Y/N?!” his voice reached her ears though she had no idea where it was coming from and the slight panic started to creep inside. A feeling multiplied when she heard ruffling and some whispers of people who were closing in on her

“Jason?! Where are you!?” Y/N started spinning in the dark, searching for anything solid that would help her cover from whatever danger might be lurking in the dark. “ah!” Her wish became granted sooner than expected when she collided with something hard and out of sheer instinct started punching and hitting the surface.

“Hey! Hey, relax! Relax! It’s me! It’s me, princess.” Familiar touch of hands intensified on hers stopping her from fighting the person that was in fact her only salvation and protection. “It’s me, you’re safe” he pulled her closer, offering comfort and calm.

“What-what happened?” she stuttered “Why did the lights-“

“SURPRISE!”

Before she made her sentence the candles and lights garland got lit and she was greeted with friends and family members standing behind the lavishly set table with a birthday cake smiling and cheering.

“You asshole!” Y/N turned to Jason, resuming to punch and hit him, only that now she could see him and her movements were far more accurate and effective “I could have had a heart attack!”

“Stop it!” Jason laughed, pretending to be scared, grabbing her waist and spinning her in her air, before putting her down and kissing her passionately, not caring about the onlookers of their guests. “Happy birthday.” He muttered against her lips.

“You’re a jerk, you know it?” she responded in a whisper before grabbing the front of his shirt and kissing him again, not giving a shit who was looking likewise.

***

“You want to sneak out of here?”

After two hours of celebration, dancing, laughing and stuffing mouths with delicious food, Jason walked to her from behind offering a getaway from everyone. His warm breath followed by a gentle kiss on that soft spot between her neck and shoulder was supposed to convince her, but she was still mad about the trap he set for her.

“Mh. Dunno. You went to such a great length to bring me here and now you want me to leave?” She teased, though her tone was not matched by the action when she tilted head to give him more access to her skin and allowed his hands to wrap around her waist.

“Mhm. Yes. Exactly. Leave with me.” Jason muttered against her skin.

“You're scared you won’t find the way back home?” she smirked and the grip on her body tightened.

“Not If my home stays here….”

“Oh no!” Y/N’s joyful laughter filled the air “Cliché! And cheesy and –“

“You done?” he frowned, not liking the way she was mocking him while he was pouring his heart out.

“Nope. Don’t think so. I can go like this for hours.”

“Y/N—” he growled in a warning she was pushing him to the limits.

“But I suppose if I can do it here, I can also do it when we’re alone-“

“Oh so now you want to be alone with me only to mock me?”

“Mhm.” She grinned. “So what do you say, big boy? Shall we take a French leave?”

“And walk out silently?” Jason grinned and she did not like it at all. “Over my dead body. Again.”

Without warning he lifted her up in the air, and with the most commotion he could cause, carried her away, followed by the cried out wishes of happy birthday and all the best.

He was such a drama queen.

***

“That was fun.” She pointed out when they got back to their little flat

“Only a beginning princess. I haven’t really given you your present yet.” Jason made sure to lock the door, stepping closer to his girlfriend and immediately pulling her closer, caressing her back and kissing her neck.

“You think you know what I want, huh?” She giggled when his lips started to tickle her skin.

“Got you figured all over baby… Know all your soft spots.”

He descended to her collarbone, bending her backwards a little to make it easier. The position forced her to place hands on his shoulders for purchase.

“Are you saying I became so boring and predictable to you?” she teased not stopping him walking her backwards to the bed

“Boring?” he gave her a look over, before sliding her dress upwards, tracing over the exposed thigh “not at all.” Her dress hit the floor, removed overhead. “Predictable? Maybe…”

“Asshole…” soft sight left her lips before getting silenced by another passionate kiss.

“You know I know what you want…”

“Prove it.” Y/N did not waste a second sliding his shirt off too. Once done, she plopped on the bed, facing the ceiling and waiting for his move “Prove you really do know what I want.”

Jason smirked and laid on the bed next to her.

He knew.

He knew better than she wanted to give him credit for.

And that was exactly the reason why at the moment his fingers were running up and down her exposed belly, but never crossing the barrier of her white, innocent panties or bra.

The reason why he did not tear his and her underwear and surrender to passion.

An argument for not going straight into sex.

So many people were confusing intimacy with sex. Simplifying it. While the real connection went far beyond body-to-body contact and carnal pleasure.

Real intimacy did not mean being bare as in shedding the clothes, but exposing oneself emotionally.

And he knew.

They’ve been growing apart for so long and the best gift he could give her was his presence next to her.

Y/N smiled rolling on her side to look into his eyes, their bodies close but never really touching as if the exchanged looks and interlaced fingers were far more valuable.

“How do you like your present?” he smiled softly, playing with her fingers, voice filled with warmth and purest form of affection.

“You really did know.”

“Told you I got you figured. And it’s not really a bad thing now, is it?”

“No. No it’s not. And hey I just figured something –“

“Hm? And what may that sudden discovery be? You missed me perhaps? Or – “ he made a dramatic pause – “don’t tell me you got feelings for me! Ugh! Y/N! Disgusting!” 

She laughed.

“Feelings? No way! And how could you dare believe I might have missed your horrible attitude and character!? Are you trying to offend me?!”

“Always.”

“Perhaps I should also thank you for keeping me in check and making sure I don’t become conceited?”

“Happy birthday” he shrugged, pulling her to his chest ruffling her hair on purpose. “And don’t think I love you or something.” The last remark was followed by the kiss on her forehead.

“Me neither, Jason. Me neither-”

It seemed like they got each other figured out after all.

And maybe it was their way of healing and coming together once again.

[hearts4golbach]

Can you write something with Johnnie you guys are best friends and you have the biggest crush on him and everyone knows but him

Tear in my Heart.

pairing:

Johnnie Guilbert x Fem!Reader.

a/n:

title inspired by twenty one pilots

proofread

warnings:

drinking

word count:

1.3k.

"What's up, chat?" You greeted your stream. you squinted at the comments. "Hi, everyone!"

You pulled your knees to your chest. "'Do I have a special guest today?' How'd you know?"

"'Because you posted about it on your story,' okay, well yeah. anyway, I'm waiting for him to get here. we're going to try these tacos from a fast food restaurant, I forgot where." You tucked your hair behind your ears. "So, how's everyone's day going?"

you read through the chat that was filling quickly. "Good, good. for those of you having a bad day, I'm glad me and Johnnie are here to entertain you."

the chat freaked out whenever you mentioned Johnnie. hundreds of questions started flooding in. "'How do I feel about Johnnie?' What do you mean? he's my best friend, that's how I feel about Johnnie." You rolled your eyes.

the chat started booing. "Oh, whatever. I don't think Johnnie is interested in me like that. end of story. next question."

you purposely ignored the questions about how you feel about Johnnie. you weren't very good at lying.

"Chat, act normal. act casual, Johnnies here." You joked as you hopped out of your chair to go get the front door for him.

you walked back into your room with Johnnie following behind you. the chat greeted you both. Johnnie set the bag of food down on the table.

he waved at the camera. "What's up?" he pulled up your extra chair and sat next to you. You stared as Johnnies eyes ran through the chat.

your face heated up as you watched the comments awing the two of you. they were always on point, even clocking you whenever you began to blush.

"oookay, let's get into it, yeah?" Your eyes never left him.

"Yeah. we have the new Jack in the Box tacos." he smelled inside of the bag and then held it up to your face. "they smell okay."

you pursed your lips together and shrugged. "Yeah, they smell fine." Your eyes locked. you turned away, wanting to avoid eye contact. if you looked at him for too long, your mind would wander.

you two took your first bite of taco. Johnnie looked towards you as he scrunched up his nose to make a disgusted face. you choked on your food as you laughed at him before spitting out the food because it really was bad.

you guys gave your opinion on the food, which was far from a good rating, and conversated with the chat.

"'What are our plans tonight?'" Johnnie read. "we're going to a party with Tara and Jake after this."

"Oh, yeah." You checked your phone to see the time. "Speaking of, we gotta go soon to get ready for that."

"i'll post pictures of me and y/n on my instagram story, so watch for that." he smiled at the camera.

you spent the rest of the time you had updating chat on what videos are coming up. the videos included recording with Jake, Johnnie, and Tara.

you checked the time on your phone once more. "shit, okay, guys. we have to go, we'll post pictures and shit though." You flashed a smile. Johnnie waved goodbye as you ended the stream. you got up and began to get ready for the party.

Johnnie laid back on your bed, his eyes on you as you started your makeup. "Do you know anybody else who's going to this party?" Johnnie asked.

you hummed. "No, i don't think so. not that i know of." you muttered as you blended in the concealer around your nose. "Do you?"

"Yeah, actually." he twiddled his thumbs.

"Are you gonna ditch me during the party?" you asked, looking at him through the mirror.

"What? no, of course not." he laughed. you two were always a pair during parties.

"Good," you sighed, starting on your eyes. "i'm excited to get fucked up. thank god were ubering there." you joked. "why has it been so long since we've gone to a party?"

he shrugged. "i don't know. Tara and Jake are always the ones planning shit. i miss going out with you all the time. you actually make parties enjoyable."

you blushed. "i know, i miss it too." you couldn't come up with what to say to his compliment.

you walked back into the room in your dress and shoes. Johnnies eyes lingered on you. "you look great." he flashed you a smile and got up off the bed. "ready to go?"

you held back your excitement at the compliment. "yeah, let's go."

you two ordered the Uber, which didn't take too long to arrive. the two of you were meeting Jake and Tara at the party, but you knew the four of you would end up splitting up eventually.

you arrived at the party and walked inside with Johnnie. after texting with Tara for a few minutes, the four of you finally found eachother.

"hey, cutie!" she smiled and hugged you. "you look so good."

you giggled, "you look even better!"

Tara pulled you off to the side. "did anything happen with Johnnie earlier?"

you sighed, "no. everything is how it usually is, unsurprisingly. I really don't think he likes me in that way."

while you spoke to Tara, Johnnie was off to the side speaking to Jake.

"did you finally make a move?" Jake asked Johnnie with crossed arms.

"Not yet, I just didn't find the right time. I really don't know what I'm fucking doing." he laughed nervously.

"whatever," Jake rolled his eyes.

you and Tara walked back over to join them, interrupting the conversation. "where the fuck are the drinks?" you asked.

your small group wandered around the party and searched for the drinks. evidently, they were in the kitchen.  

everyone filled up a cup with a drink of their choice. you and Johnnie ended up wandering off on your own, lost in conversation.

you were on your second redbull vodka (made with the redbull you had been drinking earlier) when your mood started to change. you never had a bad time whenever you were drinking, so this was new to you.

everyone's eyes seemed to bore into you. the spaghetti straps on your dress and your cleavage made you feel exposed, and you hated it.

you wrapped your arms around your waist as you kept talking to Johnnie. he noticed how your whole demeanor changed.

"you okay?" he asked, his voice a whisper compared to the blasting music.

"yeah, this dress just feels a little much. I don't know if it's the alcohol or if people are actually staring at me.

he slid the leather jacket he was wearing off and handed it to you. "Here, put this on. maybe it'll help." he gave you a kind smile, which seemed to drown out all of your insecurities.

your face grew extremely hot. "thank you."

in that moment, Johnnie wished the two of you were sober. he would've asked you out right then and there if you were.

you clung the jacket to yourself tightly. it smelled faintly of Johnnies cologne and the cigarette he had shared with Jake previously.

your mood improved. you felt sage with Johnnie and not so "out there" in his jacket.

at the end of the night, you and Johnnie ubered back to your apartment. in the backseat of the Uber, you took off his jacket and offered it to him.

"thank you for letting me borrow it, it means a lot."

he pushed the jacket away. "keep it."

"are you sure?" you asked cautiously. he wore that specific jacket all the time.

"yeah, of course." he furrowed his eyebrows together. "it looks better on you, anyway."

without thinking, you responded, "You should stay the night."

[wonton4rang]

SOO, in this period I have developed a huge obsession for Sungho from bnd, seeing those broad shoulders every single day makes me think about how much his physique is suitable for that of a swimmer. Sooooo, could you write something about pool sex with sungho? Thanks in advance if you do, love ya🫶🏻

oh my god you're soooo me (and i love u too<3) 😭😭😭 lately leehan and sungho have been making me go crazyyyy. they are so hot and for wHAT.

this is long, i think the longest post I've made so far but i just got carried away, sungho is such a writeable person, specially when we include his shoulders/ back and pool sex??? i hope y'all enjoy !! If you see any typos, no, you didn't 🙏

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summer was the worst season for you, it was hot, sticky and it forced you to wash your hair EVERY SINGLE DAY, and honestly that's a hustle. so you simply hated when summer came, yeah, that until you noticed that you could have a win win by going to swim class, you wouldn't be hot (due to the weather tho), you will learn how to swim and you will also get to see the hottest boy in town: park sungho.

you just couldn't wrap your mind on how he looked so good, perfect skin, beautiful foxy eyes, a tender smile and an amazing and lovely, kind, cute personality. he was basically perfect. but the day you saw him swimming??? that was the day you felt you were doing it all wrong, how come you had such a hot man close by and never noticed? he has those broad and toned shoulders, his muscles tensing when he swam through the pool and then had to flex his arms to pull himself out of it in the edge.

you felt how your throat went dry and your hands started to shake when he walked your way.

"you must be y/n?" he asked softly, removing his swimming hat and launching his perfect hair, because yes, he also had perfect hair.

"yes, i am here for the classes?" sungho just nodded, getting to your side before looking up and down at you and lifting an eyebrow.

"you can change in there" he signalled a door behind you "today is just gonna be us since the other two said they couldn't make it"

you just nodded in comprehension, walking to the place he told you about and changing into your swimming suit, noticing how you forgot about your swimming hat, you suddenly felt so nervous and you couldn't telk why. well, i can tell you why, your pussy was literally wetter than the pool out there, it took sungho 2 minutes to make you want him so bad you'll beg for it.

once you went out, you couldn't even think about swimming, you were NOT listening to a single word he said, your eyes were fixed in his lips yet you did not understand a word, but when you felt his hands in your waist, his face so close to yours when you lifted your head, you just couldn't hold it back and shamelessly licked your lips, getting a tilted head from him before he kinda laughed at your action and made you put your feet in the bottom of the pool.

"is there something you wanna tell me, y/n? you are definitely not paying attention. maybe something you want to know so we can continue?"

"are you dating someone?" he definitely expected that.

"no, i am-"

"i need you, please" he gapped his mouth a few times before actually freezing in front of you, his hands on your hips and his eyes scanning your face for almost a minute before he said:

"like, here and now?" you nodded to his words and he just thought about it for a second before nodding too and trying to get out of the pool, you held his hand and stopped him.

"i want to do it here" but sungho was just as compliant as he seemed to be so he just said yes and finally took you in for a kiss. don't get him wrong, it's not that he's an 'easy' person but when he was so stressed with the upcoming competition and in top of that had to give classes because his dad asked him to do so (the local pool was theirs) he just needed a way to escape that, and you looked just like the perfect match for his preferences.

so it was perfect for him when you came forward first because tbh he didn't know how to approach you without making you feel uncomfortable if you didn't feel the same as he did. and this was actually such a new experience for him, fucking with someone on a random day, place and without having any ties to that person previously to doing it? that's straight up crazy for him.

but here he was, kissing you like his life depends on it, he was needy, he was seeking for this and now that he had it he just took it. his tongue ghosted your lips and his body pressed against yours with some strength that made you open your eyes when your back hit the edge of the pool, your hands went automatically to his shoulders, pressing down in the flesh, feeling it under your fingertips and moaning softly at the feeling and the warm yet chilly temperature of his skin.

he left your lips for a moment, going for your neck with hot and open mouthed kisses that gave you this weird feeling of emptiness and made you so needy for him when his arms went to each side of your head, pressing agaisnt the edge of the pool and his lips going down to your collarbones when your hands held him for below his arms, positioning in his wide back and making him get closer and closer to you to the point that he groaned himself, making you feel the vibrations in your skin before one of your hands took the hair in his nape and pulled him back a little.

his lips looked swollen and his eyes kinda watery when he faced you and took one of his hands to cup your face and kiss you softly "i need you, please" he nodded at your words, kissing you one more time cause he personally just loved the whole kissing stuff like a mad man.

"do you have any condoms?" he asked you really close to your lips, not really wanting to leave them.

"i... i actually do" you mouthered and he tried to get away from you so he could look for them, it's not that you always had condoms in your bag, even though you should just in case, but you really knew what you came here for so... but even before he got 5 inches away from you your hands were already pulling him back "do you mind doing it without it? i'm good" you explained, so he could know that there were no diseases in your system.

"i don't mind but are you sure? the water can cause some friction and i wouldn't want you to-" he took his bottom lip between his teeth and then proceeded "you know, i want you to enjoy it too"

"it's okay, i just want to feel you" he laughed at what you said because you could feel him with a condom too but he won't discuss that now that he felt his boner pushing his swimming pants and urging for a release. he nodded and took you in for a kiss again, his hand lowering in your body until he reached your pussy, palming a little and causing a spasm to run through your body, taking the chance to finally introduce his tongue in your mouth and kiss you deeper.

he didn't loose any time when his fingers made your swimsuit aside and he entered his middle finger in your cunt, your hands pressing in his back and your legs opened up for him to position himself in between them, his lips finally parted ways with yours, his forehead pressing against yours while he slowly humped you with his finger inside of you and his hips right behind. "i wish i could eat you out so bad right now" he whispered, audibly moaning like a little bitch when you gave him a short kiss in the lips and held the back of his head to play with his hair.

his eyes staring into yours with so much hunger that you just couldn't make it longer, you needed him to fuck you so bad, his frame covering yours and making your legs feel weak before saying "please, get in, sungho" and he did not thought about it twice, lowering his pants with one hand and keeping your swimsuit away with the other when he pressed the tip in your cunt, it felt so warm in comparison to the cold water surrounding you.

you felt him pushing pass your entrance and your arms wrapped around his shoulders for support, one of his hands going to hold your waist when he finally looked back up at your eyes, managing to unglue them from what he could see through the water of your pussy taking his dick.

"all good?" he asked as he slowly went deeper and deeper in your cunt, you felt the stretch and just when you thought it was all in, he kept pushing, causing you to groan out in desperation. you needed him to thrust into you and finally relieve your clenching pussy.

"all good, you can move" he nodded and finally slammed his hips against yours, the movement being rather slow due to the water but it felt so good that your pussy pulsated when he came forward one more time, this time stronger and groaning in your ear when he tried to muffle his moans by kissing the space between your neck and your ear, and as much as you liked it and felt like you could die right now and die happy with his dick buried deep in your cunt, both of his hands were now holding your hips while his fingers pressed with some strength there, you pulled away from his lips, his thrusts coming to a stop because he got a little bit confused at your actions.

"did i hurt you?" you could feel his grab loosening and quickly denied with your head.

"you're perfect, but i want to... you know, hear you" his eyebrows lifted at that, his cheeks blushing when he swallowed at your words "you sound so pretty when you're on it, please" sungho was just a big boy physically and mentally, but when you shared how you felt his dick literally twitched inside of you and he immediately resumed his thrusts, this time going deeper than before if that was even possible and he finally picked up a pace that made you grin a little bit out of pleasure.

he was so good for you, so good for your needs, so good to make you want more and more. but when he started moaning sweetly in your ear you lost it, you became a little bit more vocal too, both of your whines mixing together and resonating in the four walls of the roofted pool due to the echo in there.

he fucked you fast yet precisely, slamming his hips over and over again in that spot that made you cry out and clench your cunt around his already leaking cock. he was so into it that he almost forgot to keep his voice down, whining so softly in your ear before asking:

"are you feeling good?" you desperately nodded, letting a high pitched moan when he gave you a sharp thrust, your eyes were wide open while you looked at him, your hair coming in the way when he started fucking you like that, strong and sharped, making you jump a little bit but keeping you safe in his arms when he hugged your waist instead of holding your hips, you moaned before he removed the wet hair from your face and kissed your lips.

"you look so pretty, and you feel so good" he moaned against your lips, his right hand going down to play with your clit, causing you to spasm and grind down on his dick and hand.

"you feel so good too" was all you could manage to say before pressing your nails in his back, his shoulders aching a bit when you scratched him by mistake. and even though he was not into having those marks on him, it felt so hot in the moment that he might need to think about it twice. "i'm so close, so so close" your voice sounded wasted, cracking a little bit with each thrust he gave up into you. "please keep going, just a little more" but sungho was not that strong, he was not that good at holding himself back, specially not with your pretty voice saying those things to him, not with your arms holding him so close to your frame, not with your soaked cunt squeezing his dick and his desperation showing up. he couldn't, so he tried to pull out before he came, first because he wasn't coming inside of you without your consent and second because he wanted to make you come first.

but his ideas shattered when your arms did not allowed him to pull out, your head desperately denying before saying "please come inside, i need to come with you, please" it took him literally 8 seconds and almost 10 thrusts to come after that, the feeling of his warm dick softening inside of your while he rode his orgasm out making you come in his hand and around his cock. "goddam it" you whispered, your hands falling from his arms and resting on his waist, throwing your head behind while he was hiding his face in your neck, slowly kissing your chest while you both came down from your high and regulated your breath.

it didn't take him 2 seconds to kiss your lips when you looked at him afterwards, accepting the sweet kiss the boy was giving you and moaning at the feeling of his dick leaving your pussy, the emptiness coming back while your cunt clenched around nothing.

"how are you feeling?" he asked you softly, fixing your swimsuit and cupping your face with his right hand while his foxy eyes looked at yours.

"that was amazing, i had a while needing something like that" you laughed and he did too.

"that makes two of us" he reassured and then spoke again "are you taking pills or do you need me to get you something?"

"i'm okay, no worries, i got it" after that y'all just came out of the pool, not really into class anymore and tbh who would be? you went to change back to your regular clothes and you just know he followed you behind and went in the changing room with you.

that's how you both ended up making out, again, and how you took his number to hit him up if you ever needed anothed lesson. it really didn't have to be a swimming one tho.

[farfromstrange]

Lizzi’s Valentine’s Special & Follower Celebration

Dear Everyone,

Valentine’s Day is just around the corner, and I thought, since this silly little blog hit over 1.1k followers yesterday, I want to give you something special.

First of all, though, I want to thank you. I’ve been on here since (and I checked with the archive) July 19, 2022. I can't believe that it has been almost two years. I started watching Daredevil after watching Spider-Man: No Way Home in December of 2021 and hearing Matt Murdock say, "I'm a really good lawyer," after catching a brick. So, I started watching the show, and that was during a time I was really miserable. Mentally and physically, I wasn't in a good place, but after watching Daredevil for the first time and falling in love with Charlie Cox as a genuine person and an actor, it felt like I found a reason to keep going.

I started writing fanfiction again, which I kind of neglected because I felt like this hobby of mine wasn't going anywhere. I wasn't inspired at all until I watched the show. If I hadn't, I probably would not have gotten back into writing and using it as an outlet for my feelings, and I probably wouldn't be where I am today. Thanks to Charlie's portrayal of Matt Murdock, and watching his interviews, I felt like I could do the things that I love again and follow my dreams. He's the reason I chose to major in English. And while I owe him that much, I owe you guys here on Tumblr and AO3 even more.

When I first posted here, I didn't think people would even be interested in what I had to say and write. But then more and more people started visiting my profile, you guys started following me, and it kept me motivated to keep writing, even when I'm miserable, and I sometimes only post once every blue moon.

I feel so honored that you guys chose to follow a silly little blog run by a silly little 20-something-year-old whose first language isn't even English (but made it her entire personality), and who chose to write about traumatized dark-haired characters portrayed by Charlie Cox. I'm overwhelmed by the love you continue to show me, and every time one of you chooses to reblog or comment on one of my works, saying that it resonated with you, I feel like I'm doing something right. I'm sharing my ideas, my own experiences, my wishes, and even my deepest, darkest dreams through my writing like it's a fucking diary, and you eat it up every single time.

I'm just so glad that this community exists, as chaotic as it sometimes is, and that you chose to stick around, even when I suck at keeping promises sometimes. You keep teaching me new things about who I am, my writing, and how important it is to put myself first. I don't know if you've heard it lately, but you guys are incredible and I appreciate the hell out of every single one of you.

Thanks to Tumblr, I made lifelong friends (especially looking at you, @blackshadowswriter) and found like-minded people that made me feel less alone. That alone was worth making this account and continuing to post on here.

You may think that I'm being dramatic, but for someone who has never really experienced the kind of validation this community gives me, I want to celebrate this milestone. It means more to me than I can even put into words. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart. I love you all so much! Please, don't ever forget how amazing you are.

That being said, I've got some exciting things planned.

The other day, I found a folder in my Docs titled "the vault". I completely forgot about it because I usually keep my WIPs in a different folder. As it turns out, I made that folder for fics that I originally never planned to post, or ones that I'd finished but wasn't happy with. It’s many, but it’s a few. Some are deeper than others. I also jotted down rough ideas and outlines last year that I stuffed in there, some of which I've actually shared with you but never started working on. Until now. And the contents of that vault are what I want to give to you now.

INTRODUCING: The Vault

6 stories from the vault. 1 bonus fic. 7 days.

I went through a myriad of emotions while I wrote these. For some, I actually bled my soul onto paper. For others, it was merely a brain fart that led to their existence. They're sad, horny, and at times angry, but some of those were originally written for me, and only me. Those that weren't started as a few sentences in a folder before I forgot they existed. Either way, I don't want them to catch dust. And I wouldn't want to share them with anyone else.

Starting February 14th, I will be posting one fic every day until February 20th. My “The Vault” works are Matt Murdock x Reader works, but I've made an exception for the bonus fic. I won't tell you what they are about, but I will give you a list of installments and what kind of fic they are so you know what to be excited about (and maybe which ones are not your cup of tea).

-> The number at the end tells you the date I will be posting it on, but I put it in chronological order as well.

INSTALLMENTS:

1. If You Need To Be Mean (angst, hurt/comfort) 14.

2. Mismatched Bridesmaid (fluff, smut) 15.

3. Weed Cookies (humor, fluff, cw: accidental drug use) 16.

4. the grudge (songfic, angst, hurt/comfort, cw: death of a parent) 17.

5. Halloween (Smut) 18.

6. I Want To Fuck A Priest (Smut, cw: priest!Matt) 19.

BONUS:

7. Now That We Don’t Talk (Part 2 of Is It Over Now?) -> Frank Castle x Reader (smut, angst) 20.

A few more words: You are free to send me an ask if you want to know more, but be prepared that I won't be answering in much detail. I don't want to spoil the fun. I would, however, not mind talking about them as vaguely as possible (if you’re interested).

Thank you all. For everything. And I hope you stick around to read these little gems.

With love from yours truly,

Lizzi <3

[casualaruanienjoyer]

Hi there! 🙋🏾‍♀️ I've seen that you're taking promts for AOT, and if you don't mind I'd love to suggest something for Levihan:

Maybe Hange could get Levi some tea as a gift, and she gets a bit flustered when she gives it to him because she doesn't know much about tea, but he loves it because she picked the perfect flavour nonetheless, and he is touched by her gesture.

But those were just some ideas, basically I was just thinking of some Levihan and tea hehe - I leave the rest entirely up to you! 🤭

Have a great day! 🙌🏼

Hello Anon! Thank you so much for your request! I hope you'll like this!

Tea for Levi

It's been a few years since the war ended. Paradis was now known to be a hub for international trading, since it was decided that opening it to the world was the only way forward.

It took some time, but foreign businesses eventually ventured into Paradis, where they were offered venues and markets to operate. There were no more walls, so cities began to expand outwards and into the many plains surrounding what was formally known as wall Maria.

Today, there are many imported goods brought over from the handful of nations left in the world. Exotic fruits, interesting foods, new spices and animal products.

But Hange isn't looking for any of those. Today, she's searching for tea.

It just so happens that today was Levi's birthday, and despite having been close for a while now, Hange's perception of time was as awful as ever. She never seemed to remember important dates like this, including their own anniversary. But that's a story for another time.

"Tea is a safe choice, right?" She mutters to herself, marching down a busy road. She's determined to acquire a gift as soon as possible. It's already 5 pm, and stands will begin to close soon.

Getting Levi a gift was never easy, he never really wanted anything. His birthday stopped being meaningful to him a long time ago. Fighting for his life 24/7 certainly took away some of its importance.

But Hange wanted them to have a fresh start post rumbling. No more fighting, no more politics, and a lot of time off and relaxation. "Taking life easy" as she liked to say.

And little gifts and celebrations like this were also part of her plan for a new beginning. If only she hadn't forgotten about it.

"Right, that place should be just around-aha!" She steps into a tiny shop. There is only enough space for 2 people at a time as every other surface and floorspace is covered with shelves upon shelves of boxes of tea. It smells heavenly in here.

"What can I do for ya today?" A short, old man appears from behind the counter, greeting her.

"I'm looking for a gift, do you have anything special in today?"

"Special? For you? Miss, I believe you've already bought pretty much all the blends I sell!" He laughs.

Shit, Hange also forgot that she almost always got Levi tea for his birthday... and every other occasion where gift giving was customary.

She panics, but he continues. "Unless... you'd like to go for something like... this!" The man pulls out a small box and Hange has no other option but to go for it.

Will it be good enough though?

...

It's 7pm when Hange arrives back home. They've been living in a small cottage at the outskirts of what was once Shiganshina. Nowadays, it's just a small part of a bigger city. It's nice and quiet in this area as it's close to the edge of a forest.

She walks in quickly and almost runs into Levi's wheelchair. "A-h my bad!"

"Good evening to you too. Where have you been?" He asks, unfazed. He's already used to her clumsiness.

She takes off her coat and shoes, making herself comfortable. "Town" she replies shortly, at which Levi raises an eyebrow.

"Actually, I have something for you" she says nervously. There was no point in hiding this from him.

"Oh?" He looks curious, following her to the sofa. He pulls his chair close as Hange sits down, and they are now at eye level.

She reaches for the small box in her pocket. Hange had asked the shop keeper to wrap it nicely, so the box was covered in floral paper and tied with a small bow.

"Happy birthday, Levi!" She stretches her arm, revealing her gift. Hange's cheeks redden and she feels excited and anxious at the same time.

Levi's eyes widen. "It's today?"

"Yeah! Wait... you forgot?"

"I'm surprised that you thought I'd remember. But... thank you" he reaches for the box and carefully unwraps it. Hange's eye follows his every movement and Levi finds her excitement to be quite endearing.

"It's... tea? Chamomile?" There's a pause. Oh no. She knew such a simple flavour would be pretty underwhelming.

"Aahh- I knew you wouldn't like it. I'm s-"

"Thank you, Hange" he says, a small smile on his lips. "I always look forward to trying new blends together". He reaches out and pets her head. His movements are gentle, and his warm smile makes Hange go completely red.

She suddenly stands up and yanks the box out of his hand.

"I'LL GO MAKE SOME TEA"

💜This fic is now on Ao3

[whippetcrimes]

We saw a new vet today and I'm so pleased. There are now three vets at the office we go to. One I absolutely do not like and I will never voluntarily see him. The other I do like but she didn't have any availability that works for me this month. And so I took a chance and scheduled with the new hire

He was a very kind old man. Misty forgot she was scared a couple times when he was just talking to her and seeing if she was interested in being petted (the answer was no and he respected it, which I love). Of course he did have to touch her for her exam, but that's the necessary evil here. He was very gentle and soft voiced with her. To the point where I sometimes wasn't sure if he was talking to me or her.

Many, many compliments on her condition. Pleased surprise at her abs and apparently perfect teeth. He told me that he felt guilty now for how out of shape his pups are. She's lost a couple pounds since her April appointment, somehow. I think she looked better in April, we've been summer couch potatoes. I've been advised to change nothing because she's perfect.

Misty is still absolutely petrified at the vet though. I had to carry her in because she refused to go through the door. She was trembling so hard her teeth were chattering. And she tried as hard as she could to merge into my skin. She would not take treats in the waiting room, but once we were decompressing in the exam room she eventually took a few. Only from my hand. If she dropped it, or I did, she would not move away from me to go get it. Highest value treats we have right now, next time I guess we'll try hotdogs or lunch meat or something else that she basically never gets. Reconfirmed that I can come visit and work on making it not so scary for her. Hang out, have some special treats, and leave basically.

I do wonder how common this reaction is to the vet post spay. Before she was spayed, she actually liked going. Even if there were shots. But ever since, she's just a scared, trembly mess.

Anyways. I think I will schedule future appointments with him when possible. Misty prefers men to women generally so maybe that will help a bit

[yumedoca]

The Visual Genius Behind UY2022 [Animation]- An Analysis 🧐 (Long Post)

Hai there, hope you’re having a great day! Today on ‘Yuca Analyzes Silly Things (For No Reason)’, we’ll be talking the next half about how the remake uses different methods and techniques to achieve the fun aesthetic it’s known for as well as analyzing colors!

Note: There’s a lot to talk about when it comes to this topic, so I might not be able to cover ‘everything’, So I’m only analyzing sub- topics which comes to mind. And all of my sayings are merely observations based on what is shown and is not canonical fact in how the series was made (there’s the chance that a different approach was used as well after all). They are not confirmed unless specifically mentioned.

You can read Part 1 here!

And with all of that aside, let’s begin!

First, We’ll divide the analysis into sections to make it easier to understand and explain, for this part we’ll be talking about:

But, first…

Colors, colors and colors!

Smooth and Fun Animation

Miscellaneous

Conclusion

But, first… …I want to talk about something I missed previously, which I was reminded by the notes in one of the reblogs, which is.. The shape of Lum’s eyes (I’ve thought of this before but I forgot to write about it). Lum’s eyes in the remake are a bit different to how it is in the later parts of the manga. There, it shares the same shape as Shinobu’s eyes for example, but here it looks more like her earlier eye design:

Why this? I’ve though about it and I was reminded of a RT interview I had read where she said:

Of course, Lum’s eyes changed as time went because of her artistic evolution, but I think this might be one of the reasons her ‘slanted’ eyes were kept, as in to pay homage to the early art style. It could also be because they wanted to give her more unique eye shape compared to the other girls…

Colors, colors and colors! Now onto one of my favorite things in general….

…Color Palettes (and monochrome colors as well, but we’ll include that in this for now because I don’t want to create a separate section for that one)!! I absolutely love the remake’s use of colors!! In general they make scenes even more eye catching than they normally would, but there are cases where the use of color palettes are complete genius, which I will prove with a few examples…

Our first example is from episode 1, when Ataru meets Lum’s dad. When the scenes swaps from Lum’s dad’s greeting to Ataru screaming “ONIII!!” The background with Mr. Invader (Not his actual name, but I’m calling him that because it’s easier) gets color paletted (I’m pretty sure that’s not a word but whatever…). If you look closely and if you’re familiar with Japanese mythology, you can see that Lum’s dad is colored red with light yellow horns…. Just like the actual Oni from the myths…

I also love how well colors are used to elevate extreme emotions, most often shock or surprise…

(Lmao, I just realized both siblings had the exact same SHOCK sequence… I do have to note that the duplicating method adds to the sequence as well…)

That’s all the images I’ll show since these are pretty easy to find… The aspect that makes this better is the fact that since in the 80’s cell animation couldn’t have stuff like blending modes and special effects and stuff that digital animation has nowadays, they had to rely on color usage like this as well…

So at the same time it’s like a nice little shout out to cell animation in general…

And also a moment of appreciation of how this scene was handled…

Since the manga is in black and white, you can’t tell the difference between ink and blood since they’re both colored black. It’s a bait which is difficult to convey into anime because it’s in color and blood and ink are suddenly no longer alike because of the colors, the remake manages to convey it with the power of color palettes and monochrome colors it had in the first place as shown above for a well done bait joke… And finally, it’s just outright pretty…

Smooth and Fun Animation Now to talk about the animation itself! First up we have a small detail I like. Do you know about the method used to make the animation extra fluid and kinda cartoony by drawing in something that doesn’t seem right in the frame but helps in the animation overall (I don’t know what it’s called)? Well, this particular method results in a frame or two in a scene to look like:

It’s a method the original anime used A LOT for it’s characters, even for that particular era. Since most modern anime aren’t doesn’t have a cartoony style like UY, they don’t use it (they use other methods instead). So what about the remake???

Yup, the remake has it’s moments as well.. The animation in general is like most modern anime with some cartoonish movements from more cartoony characters like Ataru (pictured above and) and Rei (Cow-Pig form). I also love how beautiful the animation is in the second half of episode 5 and 10, most of the details are pretty obvious there so I won’t talk about it, but here’s one of the smaller details I like…

GIF by Kedyanime

I love how the clouds move slowly, like how it naturally would, like they didn’t have to do that yet they did it anyway and that’s quite the effort and it adds to the scene overall…

Miscellaneous This section is more about the miscellaneous aspects, or to be specific ,three other things I noted which also contributes to the animation aspect. First up, SFX. SFX is what you call the Japanese Onomatopoeia (or sound effects) which is written on screen. It’s mostly used in manga than anime because manga isn’t an audible type of media, unlike anime, which is. Because of that, not many anime uses it and only a certain do, which includes the UY remake. Not only does it add a bit more to the scene, but it also makes it more enjoyable because of the voice acting since the voice actors read every SFX out, where it sounds silly enough (in Japanese at least, the English dub is on a whole different level). Next up, Backgrounds. Okay, so when I started the remake’s first episode I was in awe as to how the backgrounds for the scenes look, like it’s very pastel compared to the saturated colors of everything else, not to mention, very detailed…

Also, let’s appreciate how beautiful the backgrounds for outer space looks…

Another thing I like is the stock backgrounds, stock backgrounds are pretty common in anime, but I love how the remake uses it to play up and convey the character’s emotion by making the stock lines move according to how their expressions elevate…

Moving on, Can we appreciate how retro and traditional it looks when they color like this (this is actually based on a method of coloring from the 80’s after all)??

And finally appreciation for the beautiful lighting…

Conclusion And that is All! The remake is absolutely stunning with very beautiful details which I can’t help but love and you can really see a lot of love was put into it. This ended up being more of an appreciation post than an analysis, lol 😅. Anyways, I apologize if I’ve overlooked anything or made any mistakes. If you have any doubts or questions about this analysis feel free to send an ask and if you want me to do an analysis about other characters, feel free to send an ask for that as well. You can check out my other analysis on my analysis tag.  And finally, likes are appreciated and reblogs are even more appreciated (seriously, please reblog this so more people can see this post, since I spent a lot of time on this!!). Hope you have a great day ahead!! :)

[dollsonmain]

That Guy helped clean for one day but then went back to refusing to do anything but play video games.

There's still guest-cleaning to do, and I'll have to knock it out before work. I think vacuuming the downstairs should be good enough, though I haven't checked Son's bathroom which is also the guest bathroom, yet, and it probably needs more work.

I also forgot to do the guest room sheets yesterday, I was so worn out. They're in the wash, now.

Then I have gas station work today.

That Guy said the outfit I picked out for the interview and hair and makeup looked good; both appropriate and on me. I don't know why that one website said the dress code was business formal, black, white, grey. Other than the security and police on site who were in full uniforms, everyone else was wandering around in jeans or slacks and polos or simple blouses. Everyone contracted from Goodwill gets a special overshirt they have to wear around, too. That kind of sucks, actually. It looks bad.

I am still VERY unhappy with how the hair spray dried out my hair. I'll have to not wash it for a couple days, let the natural oils reasaturate the strands, and hope that'll be good enough to make it happy again. If not I'll have to try a masque or something. I can't tolerate the texture of my hair being Wrong.

Mail room blather:

I am a little disappointed that it's not an actual mail room, like when I was in the army I would go get the mail, bring it back to the battalion, process any paperwork like package slips, sort the mail into mail boxes, etc.

That's what I was excited about when I saw the job posting. This job is not that.

She said she's looking for both a backup truck driver which I said I'm willing to try but can't guarantee I can drive the big truck (I did not mention the whole auto-accident related PTSD thing...), and a backup manager which of course that wouldn't be expected until I'd been there for a while and was very familiar and comfortable with the processes involved.

So they will go get mail and bring it back, but then the job is to do safety checks like I said, which was a part of it when I was in the army (there was an anthrax scare at the time and we had to take extra precautions etc. so at least I did already get that training), and to open packages and inspect the contents. I guess from there cleared mail gets passed off to someone else to be distributed or maybe representatives from the various departments come to get it or something. I would learn that later. Part of the job is making sure threatening letters don't make it to their intended targets.

She also said there is a LOT of downtime. So much downtime. Some people quit because they get so bored they can't take it. I can bring in a tablet or my phone and watch movies there's that much downtime. I'm not sure if I can be online and bothering you all, though, and am not permitted to take photos/videos in the mail room.

I can take projects, though, so it would be a good time to work on rehairs and the like.

It's kind of funny that I'd be going from being sedentary with no income to being over-worked at the gas station for very few dollars, to being sedentary again just not at home for ok dollars. $30k isn't a lot, here. The cost of living here is surprisingly high vs the population because we're close to DC. But it is a lot for doing not much, you know?

[x-0ophelia0-x]

cardigan (y/n‘s version)

pairing: Fem!Reader x Ezra Bridger

warnings: none, sad I guess?

word count: 2,3 k

song: Cardigan - Taylor Swift

summary: He brought the light into your life just to disappear without any trace. People underestimated you because you were young, telling you that you know nothing and you didn’t cope well enough, but even if you questioned yourself if you really knew him. Towards the end you did. You were right about him after all.

authors note: Soo this is my first attempt to write a ff based on a songs lyric and holy moly I got carried away! I‘m posting sooner then I mentioned before due to the fact that I forgot that I got to stay at home today ;D

I hope that you‘ll enjoy this format bc I‘m definitely going to write more lyric ff‘s xd

But I’d be more then happy to get to know your opinion about this 🫶🏻

with that said, enjoyyy <3

Walking through the corridors, with the data pad in your hands.

Accepting every mission you got, hoping that those extra credits would manage to somehow help you. 

You were fighting for something, something that not even you quite understood.

Helping the Rebellion was dangerous and you knew it. 

Your life had gotten worser, being chased by imperial scum wasn’t really something that you needed right now.

As for right now, you had more near death experiences then lucky ones.

But something deep within you seemed to want you to keep going.

Even if you yourself didn’t see it., others did.

Some described it as their light, their pathfinder, something so precious to them that they gave everything to keep this light… the fire… far from extinguishing. 

Keeping it alive was the most important task.. it didn’t only symbolize the hope you were all fighting for, it was your only chance for freedom and justice at the very same time.

However, even if the rebellion was lacking in volunteers, they always seemed to know everything about politics, the making of strategies, even the sacrifices they’d have to make. 

You had collected some years there, knew some things that’d be helpful by now but whenever you requested the higher ranks to let them help you, your pleas fell on deaf ears.

Of course. 

When you are young, they assume you know nothing

One day though everything changed. 

Your routine, your way of thinking, your life… everything.

From the moment when this green Twi‘lek stepped into your cabin, telling you that her crew needed someone who knew how to fight against the Empire, how they thought.. someone who’d help them organize their missions, everything changed. 

After you accepted her offer, she led you to her ship where the rest of the crew was. 

There was a man, a Lasat, a Mandalorian and an droid.

The Twi‘lek wasn’t pleased though, and you soon found out why.

„Sorry I‘m late!“

A blue haired boy arrived, running to the ‚meeting‘.

„What did I tell you? Don’t let yourself get distracted!“

She seemed to be their captain, scolding the boy while he tried to steady his breaths. 

„I know.. but Hera.. I-„

„You what?“

„I thought that I got some informations on some blueprints regarding the empires new TIE Fighters.. turns out that they were drunk.. took some time until I realized this“

He held his hand up to his head, looking nervously at her until he moved his head to the side, catching your gaze for the first time.

It seemed as if the time itself had stopped when your eyes met.

Maker.. he was handsome.

Just before Hera could’ve said anything in return, he reached his hand out to yours.

„I‘m Ezra Bridger.. I assume that you’re our new crewmember?“

His voice was so warm and gentle, actually comforting.

Taken aback by his approach you needed some seconds to register what was happening. 

„Yes, I‘m y/n“

Your voice was somehow higher then you expected it to be, but oh my force… this boy..

From the very first moment you laid your eyes on him.. you knew that he’d become very special to you.

A lot of time passed from the moment where you joined the ghost crew and Ezra always managed to find a place for you two to spend your time together.

He grew very close to you and being completely honest.. nothing could’ve prepared you for what was about to come. 

There were things that weren’t meant to happen.

Things that changed both your lives.

You escaped that hellhole of a life you lived for so long thanks to Hera and the crew.

And yes, for some time it actually seemed that your resistance was actually breaking through. 

Of course you only knew what you saw.. seeing what was happening inside of a person.. this skill was something only a few people could do.

It was impossible for people like you.

Hoping that you’d actually manage and succeed in your rebellion.. some looked at you and addressed you as delusional, your young age was an adding factor to their disbeliefs.

When you are young, they assume you know nothing.

The Person that grew very close to you.. even in a romantic way.. 

Ezra, the one person who told you his whole life‘s story, the person who listened to your voice as if there was no tomorrow.

You knew that there were people you were fighting with who shared the same goal as you, and still they were impossible to reach.

But I knew you

Or at least I thought I did.

-

The starlight illuminated your figures.

Ezra had offered you to go out and watch the night sky with him, to focus on the beauty that your galaxy had to offer.

It was a dark place and it was easy to feel lost, especially if you don‘t have people that look out for you.

Everyday‘s challenges distract us from seeing what’s right in front of us. 

Hidden by the empires cruel tactics was a beautiful Galaxy, a Galaxy that shouldn’t live by fear.

You didn’t understand it at first, thinking that it was the right thing to help the rebellion, even if you didn’t know why.

Everyone spoke of a light, a flame that managed to keep you all fighting for what was important to you. 

You didn’t have something to lose, you were alone.

Seeing this light was nearly impossible for you, how could you?

Your only interactions with people were these where you accepted some missions to get some more credits.

Not more and not less.

That day however changed everything.

You could swear that from the moment on where you looked into Ezra’s eyes… those beautiful mirrors into your soul.. was the first time where you felt that there may be someone worth fighting for.

Let‘s say that your guess turned out to be true.

„Are you alright?“

He broke the silence, sensing that you, once again, were lost in your thoughts. 

„Ah- oh- sorry, yes“

There was an awkward silence between you two as you continued to watch the night sky. You were leaning to his side as he wrapped his arm around you holding you close.

„What’s going on in that little head of yours?“

There was a sly grin on his face as he was looking at you.

„Did you just call my head little, Bridger?“

„I may have.. I may have not.. who knows“

„Ezra..“

„Yes Milady?“

„I‘m willing to forgive you, under one condition“

„There’s a condition? Aren’t I as your boyfriend a reason enough for you to forgive me my.. ehm“

He was thinking.., oh force what was he thinking again.

„Ehm what?“

„What did I do wrong again?“

He let out a nervous chuckle as you once again reminded yourself how he managed to win your heart, a coping mechanism you created for yourself whenever he found fun in playing with your temper. 

„Okay okay I‘m kidding.. what’s your request?“

„We’ll… I‘ll forgive you if you kiss me“

Ezra didn’t actually do something wrong, it was more of an inside joke between you two whenever you felt the tension grow.

„Damn y/n, you didn’t have to turn this into a condition, you know that I’d kiss you regardless the situation“

Oh you’d give everything to just have a few more seconds with him.

To see him again, hear his voice, feel his warmth.

He always managed to make you feel wanted whenever you were doubting yourself again.

Always managed to show you how important you were to him.

You had nightmares? Fears?

He was always there to comfort you, take you in his arms and cuddle you until you fell asleep, making sure that his girl wouldn’t be suffering in her dreams anymore. 

And when I felt like I was an old cardigan

Under someone's bed

You put me on and said I was your favorite

You assumed that you knew everything, at least the most important things to you.

Assumed that he’d stay by your side forever.

Oh boy… you fell hard

But I knew you

Little did you know that he’d be gone very soon.

Playing hide and seek whenever you once again pranked Zeb or Chopper.

Spending your weekends together, exchanging stories of your adventures, try to sing only to realize that your voices are horrible when it comes to singing.

I knew you…

To kiss in Lothals’s fields and downtown bars was all you needed.

He drew stars around your scars and now your bleeding.

You looked at them and they immediately reminded you of him, how he kissed each  making sure that he didn’t miss on a single one, just to let you know that he was there for you.

That the times of your suffering would’ve come to an end and that he’d take care of your scars, the physical and psychical ones until all of those dark memories vanished from your mind.

‚Cause I knew you‘

Stepping on your last train, marked me like a bloodstain

I, I knew you

Tried to change the ending

Thrawn losing the game, saving his Planet, his Galaxy, his newfound family… you from his threat.

I knew you

Which was your biggest mistake.. thinking that you knew everything about him, about his thoughts when in reality you only assumed that everything was alright.

How long did he know what he was going to do.. how many times did he look into your eyes while you cuddled, talked or shared kisses, knowing that leaving you behind was an consequence he had to accept.

He wanted- no, needed you to be safe, even if it meant that he wouldn’t be there for you, causing you emotional pain, leaving you behind and possibly reopen your scars… hell those odds were terrible but he had the chance to get rid of Thrawn, even if he’d be far away or possibly dead, you’d be a little safer and this was enough for him.

Everyone tried to tell you to calm down, that he did the right thing, ignoring your responses because they had higher ranks, were older and automatically knew everything.

When you are young they assume you know nothing

But I knew you’d linger like a tattoo kiss

I knew you’d haunt all of my what-ifs

Ten years had passed, the longest decade of your life.

Those what if‘s haunted you in your dreams, actions and basically tortured you throughout those ten years.

What would’ve happened if you followed him back then?

What would’ve happened if you somehow sensed his unease?

What would’ve happened if he stayed on Lothal?

What would’ve happened if you had more time together?

Of course you didn’t notice his shift in his behavior, how he seemed more stressed at the beginning of his last mission… more stressed then you‘ve seen him in your entire relationship.

You didn’t look past his cover because you thought that you knew him well enough.

‘Cause I knew everything when I was young

Hope however never managed to leave you, and there were a few things you at least knew. 

I knew I‘d curse you for the longest time

Knowing that he did all of this just to keep you safe, to grant you a chance against the empire, to free his planet, you still decided to curse him for the first months.

„He left me!“

„Oh y/n..“

Sabine and Hera were your anchors, you couldn’t imagine what you’d have done if it wasn’t for them.

„We’ll find hi-„

„How?!“

It was one of your outbursts again, when everything felt as if it was pushing you down, it was just to much.

„Why… why didn’t he tell me something..?!“

„Hey hey, come here“

Hera guided you into her embrace, trying to calm you down as you cried, one of the many episodes you had after Ezra’s disappearance.

„This Idiot..! He’d be still here if he-„

„Thrawn too, don’t forget this, please…“

Sabine brought you a glass of water and laid it on the small desk beside you.

„He‘ll come back… Ezra has to..“

Hearing this broke Heras heart for you, you and Ezra grew so so close to her heart, just like Jacen did, you two were like her own children to her.

With one missing and the other one broken? She was helpless.

But hearing you ensuring yourself that he’d come back hit another breaking point, both for her and Sabine.

And as the years passed you started to forgive him, understand that you were alright thanks to him.

You started to see him in the most random places, chasing the wrong persons because you assumed that they were him. Your desperate state reached a level you didn’t know existed.

Ten years and your hope was still there.

You knew that you had to be strong, if not for you then for him.

You knew that sinking into the what ifs would only destroy everything Ezra fought for, for you.

You knew that he was somewhere out there.

And I knew you’d be standing in my front porch light

And I knew you’d come back to me

Even if you imagined your reunion a little bit more different.

Even if he left you for 10 years without telling you a thing about his plan.

Even if he risked you to find another man during his time off.

You were right.

You’d come back to me

And you’d come back

„Ezra…!“

„y/n..“

And when I felt like I was an old cardigan

Under someone's bed

You put me on and said I was your favorite

[sabo-has-my-heart]

Hello! I saw you posting requests so I assume they're open? In case I'm wrong, please ignore this 😅

But well, I saw that you have a couple of love triangle and poly Ace x reader x Sabo stories and I had a blast reading them! But also, they made me think.

Would you mind writing a fluff modern AU where Ace likes (female) Reader since they were kids and Sabo teases the heck out of his brother for it, but is also his biggest supporter to comfess and get together with their best friend already?

I'm so glad you like my Ace x reader x Sabo poly stories. They're my favorite boys. For obvious reasons, this is an Ace fic, it was also super cute. I hope you like it!

Word Count: 1630

     Running a hand through his hair, Ace tilted his head back. It was the ‘anniversary’ of the day he’d met you. 12 years ago today, he’d bumped into you while running down the halls causing trouble. It was shortly before class started and you’d been the new girl headed for your first class. He’d just set up a prank in the teacher’s lounge and was hoping to get away before someone caught him. Thankfully you were as mischievous as he was and had helped him get away. The teachers had exited the lounge, covered in silly string and immediately pinned it on him, knowing how much of a troublemaker he was and suspicious of how close he was to the teacher’s lounge. You’d given the string covered teachers your biggest puppy dog eyes and told them, in your saddest voice, that he had been leading you to your class and to ‘please don’t get mad at him’. When he’d asked why you’d lied to them, you simply stated that seeing your new teachers covered in multicolored silly string had been funny and that you could tell you were going to like him. From then on, the two of you protected each other. You’d protect him from getting caught by the teachers and he’d protect you from the kids on the playground. While the teachers suspected he was still causing trouble, with you at his side, they couldn’t ever get any proof. Naturally, he’d introduced you to Sabo and, later, Luffy. While you were close to all three boys, you hadn’t joined in their brotherhood as the only sister, confusing the poor boy. At the time, he’d wanted you to be a part of their special bond, wanted you to know how important you were to him, but now, he was actually kind of happy you hadn’t.

     It had been years ago, as the two of you entered high school that he’d started feeling… different about you. He noticed different things about you; like how pretty your eyes were, how silky and smooth your hair always looked, the lusciousness of your lips. Had you always been so beautiful? It hadn’t taken long for him, or Sabo, to notice his feelings towards you, something Sabo enjoyed repeatedly mocking his brother for. In truth, Sabo was absolutely rooting for his brother’s love life, Ace deserved to have the girl of his dreams and to be happy, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t tease him. 

     Sitting on the back of Ace’s motorcycle, you couldn’t help but smile, your arms wrapped tightly around him. You loved riding on his bike with him and not just because riding on a motorcycle was fun and exciting. You loved how close it allowed you to be to Ace, loved how you got to hold him, feeling the heat radiating from his body, his scent wafting off of him, your heart pounding as he raced down the streets. It seemed like everything that made Ace, Ace could be found in being on the bike. From his wild, carefree spirit in the way he sped down the roads to his borderline recklessness in how he took sharp turns. His exciting, exhilarating way that he would skid to a stop sideways, to the sweet way he’d always make sure you were okay and that your helmet was always in top condition. The two of you were practically inseparable, almost always found together. If Ace forgot his phone, you were the first person Sabo called, if your parents were wondering where you were, Ace was the person they turned to. Hence why Sabo gave him so much shit about his crush on you. 

     Walking inside their shared apartment, Sabo grinned, seeing Ace by himself for once, eating a batch of what looked like homemade cookies.

     “Oooo, sweets from your girlfriend?” Sabo asked, giving Ace a knowing look.

     “What? No! They’re from Y/n! You know I don’t have a girlfriend.” Ace shot back, glaring at his brother as he stuffed another cookie in his mouth.

     “So yes, cookies from your girlfriend.” Sabo teased, setting his things down as Ace glared harder.

     “She’s not my girlfriend!” Ace growled, even though he knew that Sabo knew that he had a crush on you.

     “Really? Could have fooled me with how often you two are together. I think even the barista at her coffee shop thinks you two are dating by now. Though I suppose if you’re not dating her, that’s good news for me. For a lot of guys out there, really. A beauty like her? I’m sure any man would kill for a piece of that.” Sabo said teasingly, even as Ace jumped up from the couch, a furious look on his face.

     “The fuck does that mean?! I swear if you’re thinking of asking her out, I’ll kill you in your sleep!” Ace said, the look on his face one of pure anger as he glared at his brother.

     “Alright, alright, I won’t ask her out, but you can’t stop me from a little flirting and if she asks me, I’m not saying no, that’s her choice and since you haven’t asked her out, she’s free to date whoever she pleases.” Sabo said, continuing to rile his brother up.

     “Over my dead body! You’ll stay the hell away from her or I’ll-” “You’ll what? You can’t control her and it’s not like you’re her boyfriend, although again, you could have fooled me.” Sabo said with a chuckle. Ace was up and over the couch, chasing the blond around as Sabo laughed. He loved when he riled Ace up enough that the boy would chase him in an attempt to kick his ass. He only caught Sabo about half the time and they never did much more than a ‘light’ punch to the shoulder, but it was all in good fun, they were brothers after all. A knock on the door drew them out of their play fighting, Ace’s face lighting up as he scrambled for the door. The look on the boy’s face told Sabo everything he needed to know. You had been planning on coming over and Ace couldn’t wait to see you. 

     It was a few weeks later, as Ace munched on some brownies that Ace considered what his brother had said. The two of you did hang out a lot and people had thought you were dating before. If you two were giving off those sort of vibes, didn’t that mean they had a point? Besides, he couldn’t deny his attraction to you; he’d known how he felt about you for years, but he’d always worried about if you felt the same way. He was a troublemaker and a punk, he wasn’t particularly intelligent nor did he make a particularly large amount of money. Wouldn’t you be better off with someone else? At the same time, the idea of you getting with someone else infuriated him, to the point where he’d scared off dozens of guys before. Looking down at the, now demolished, brownies, he dusted his fingers of the crumbs before pulling out his phone, he needed to talk to you. Shooting off a text, he took a deep breath. His brother had a point, he needed to tell you how he felt.

     Ace squirmed as the two of you sat on the couch for movie night. He hadn’t been able to just tell you he needed to talk to you, so he’d invited you over for a ‘movie night’ and hoped to talk to you at some point. Sighing, you grabbed the remote, hitting pause before turning to him.

     “Ace, you’ve been wiggling like you’ve got ants in your pants since we sat down. Not only do I feel every shift, which is highly distracting, but it also makes it very hard to get comfortable. So what’s got you so restless?” you asked, putting your hands on your hips. He swore his heart dropped into his stomach. You’d noticed, you sounded annoyed, he was going to have to tell you how he felt. His heart was pounding out of his chest and his stomach was in so many knots that he felt sick.

     “W-well, it’s… you see, there’s something I… you’re…” Ace took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, “Y/n… we’ve, no, I… fuck, why is this so hard.” Ace ran his hand through his hair, closing his eyes and taking a few deep breaths, “Would… would you go out with me? Not like friends, but like, go out with me?” Ace asked finally, his eyes squeezed shut, afraid of your rejection. You giggled, putting your hands on Ace’s shoulders before pulling him close, giving him a soft kiss on the cheek.

     “I’d love that more than I can say. Maybe this Saturday at our favorite restaurant? Or I hear there’s a fair in town. I’ve always wanted a guy to win one of those stupid, cheap, little toys they hand out.” you said with a sweet smile, Ace staring at you in wonderment.

     “I… the fair sounds great. I’ll win you the best stupid, cheap toy they have.” he said with a smile, kissing your forehead before pulling you close, “Though I uh, can we finish the movie? I’d um, I’d like to actually watch it with you and get to hold you close.” he muttered, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck.

     “Alright, but we’re going to have to start from the beginning because I missed so much due to your wiggling.” you teased as you grabbed the remote again. Honestly, it was just an excuse to spend more time in his arms, but neither of you cared, it was simply nice to be snuggled up like this.

[martiwikiwi]

Welcome to yet another post of Marta's very old OCs! Today we have another of my 2010's queer dramas, but this one was a special comic because it was like, the origin of all the other dramas I drew after. Also, I drew this comic twice, and the second time it had a special ending featuring a character from another comic that took place in the future because by changing the ending of this story he could rewrite the timeline and avoid the big drama of his own story, which allowed me to draw that comic again but with a new ending. It was a very complex story, ok?

This imposibly handsome wizard was the main character: Prince Darkdawn (he/him). He was a very talented half-elf wizard but his weapon of choice were his fists, and he punched the bad ones real hard. He had a very important mission: to protect an angel. Ironically, by the end of the story he died of an incurable illness that the angel infects him with... Despite of being a prince, his dream was to make a living of his erotica novels that for some reason nobody dared to publish. He started the story claiming he had never felt attraction (you can see my surprise as I was reading the comic and finding my first asexual quote) but by the end of the story he had three boyfriends. Looking at him from the distance, he was demi and pansexual, also sickly romantic. Wanna know his army of boyfriends?

This super cool elf here is Sora (he/him). Sora's big drama was he had amnesia and couldn't remember anything of three years of his life. Ironically, during the story he had an accident and forgot everything but remembered what happened during those three years and that's when he discovered he already knew the angel! Because he used to be his bodyguard! And they were a couple! But drama happened and was forced to quit the job then! And his romantic relationship with the angel too. He was the responsible party member, always caring about everyone and planning stuff ahead. His very gay ass fell in love with the prince almost instantly.

The cutest and smallest warrior ever was Song (he/him). Yes, this is a very early version of my Prince Forgotten Love Song, actually, both of them have a serious heart condition. However, this Song wasn't a prince and couldn't cast any magic, instead, he was trained exclusively for protecting the angel, so he was like his (new) official bodyguard. He was very very very cute and everyone adored him because of reasons and while he was the most capable party member he felt very frustrated at the minor failures. He was crazy for the angel and by the middle of the story started falling in love with the prince too. He was a very dramatic gay but also very top.

Finally, we have Angel (he/him). He was... good for nothing. He was a failed experiment and had super dangerous psychic powers he couldn't control. He actually used his powers once to defend Song in a battle but hurt everyone instead so for the rest of the story his role is of a helpless maiden. Because he was so so useless, everyone was obsessed with his well-being and loved him dearly. He had chronic pain and disliked his angel wings a lot. By the end of the story, the love of the prince, his exes (Sora wasn't his only ex) and the kiddo transformed him into A GOD OF LIGHT or something like that.

It was such a drama of 500+ pages full of sweet romantic scenes and tears. I don't do romantic scenes like that anymore...

[saintescuderia]

The Artist's Way (pt. 2)

Week 2: Recovering a Sense of Identity

Maybe it was because there was no Formula 1 this week that it was, well, a ‘bad’ week.

I don’t want to say it was a ‘good’ week or a ‘bad’ week because I could already imagine Julia Cameron telling me ‘no! there is no such thing!’ But I just feel like I really didn’t give it my all this week. For one thing, I broke my streak of writing everyday and after 17 days of posting daily, I decided to instead go two for two and have a big weekend that I’m now paying for on the Monday. Admittedly, that was all an experience unto itself and we shouldn’t negate life’s special moments… but I do feel like shit. 

I knew this week would be a little off because I just felt a little bit off. I was writing for the sake of posting, not actually writing. I think the block was on its way as my nights were staring at my screen half-asleep and willing myself to just put words out so I could tick off today’s March writing! and go to bed. I wasn’t waking up and doing the morning pages. I wasn’t thinking about how nice it was to feel the sun shining. I wasn’t appreciating the little moments or trying something new or reading my affirmations. I wasn’t prioritising any of it. It was just a last minute thing that I tacked on at the end of my day and thought that would be it. 

Even the tasks. I did make time to sit down and go through the tasks and write them down in my journal and reflect on them all… but that it was it. One day out of the seven. One day where I spent a few hours trying to ‘catch up’ on all the little things I should’ve been doing each day. Suffice to say, I felt completely lost and dishevelled.

This is all so ironic because week two is all about recovering a sense of identity and setting boundaries. And given the poetry I was writing this week, there were some big bumps of self-identity occurring (thank you Alice Oseman!) and frank, uncomfortable conversations about boundaries and the people who don’t respect them - who guilt you for setting them in the first place. 

Now I know that not everything is going to fall into place. It won’t just take me one week to figure out who I am as an artist and the boundaries I need to set in place to respect that. That’s a lifelong thing that will extend out beyond even the three months of this The Artist Way journey. However, I do think that I didn’t spend enough time each day considering just what it is I’m actually working towards. That is, there were times where I forgot what I was actually supposed to be doing this for. So, unsurprisingly, I dropped my streak. 

All that being said, it’s not like I’ve kicked the bucket in. I know that this is just one lapse in the journey and that’s what journeys are all about anyway: the ups and the downs that make the path. I know now that I really need to prioritise my writing time and kept it safe and sacred from anything and everything. 

As in, instead of spending an entire evening shopping to look for this one specific Carhartt jacket, maybe go home and write because that’s what I know I should be doing. Especially since it’s online anyway. 

Procrastination is a fire that grows with every breath you give it. 

[tooti-fruiti]

GLITZ AND GLAMOR [CHAPTER 11]

The Cooking Show

Before you left Alphys's lab, she gave you a new phone.

Because the one Toriel gave you was "too ancient".

And now you were on the underground's 1# social network.

The Undernet.

After you left her lab, you were constantly getting notified whenever Alphys posted something.

Everytime she posted, it was about how she's supposed to be guiding you.

Maybe she forgot she put you on.

After completing some minor puzzles and fighting a few monsters, you wound up in a dark room.

Then Alphys called you.

"H-Hey...it's pretty dark in there, isn't it? D-Don't worry! I'll hack into the system a-and turn on the lights!"

The lights turned on a few seconds later and you appeared to be in a kitchen.

"Oh no." Alphys said.

Soon, Mettaton wheeled into veiw wearing a chef hat on top of his..."head".

"OHHHHH YES! WELCOME, BEAUTIES, TO THE UNDERGROUND'S PREMIERE COOKING SHOW!!!"

A sparkley pink text appeared on the screen above the makeshift kitchen, reading: "Cooking with a killer robot".

"PRE-HEAT YOUR OVENS, BECAUSE WE'VE GOT A VERY SPECIAL RECIPE FOR YOU TODAY! WE'RE GOING TO BE MAKING..."

"A CAKE!"

"How...special." You mumbled quietly to yourself.

Mettaton seemed to have heard what you said and wheeled closer to you.

"MY LOVELY ASSISTANT HERE WILL GATHER THE INGREDIENTS. GIVE HER A BIG ROUND OF APPLAUSE!"

Mettaton clapped as more confetti rained down on you.

"WE'LL NEED SUGAR, MILK, AND EGGS. GO FOR IT, SWEETHEART."

You gave Mettaton a side eye as you moved to the fridge.

You were about to open it until Mettaton said something.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING? THE INGREDIENTS AREN'T IN THERE, THEY WOULD GET COLD!"

You decided it would be best to not argue with a robot, especially if that robot was like Mettaton.

You turned your head and saw all the ingredients waiting for you on the counter.

You picked them all up and set them on the counter Mettaton was standing in front of.

"PERFECT! GREAT JOB, BEAUTIFUL! WE'VE GOT ALL THE INGREDIENTS WE NEED TO BAKE THE CAKE!"

"MILK...SUGAR...EGGS...OH MY! WAIT A MAGNIFICENT MOMENT! HOW COULD I FORGET!!! WE'RE MISSING THE MOST IMPORTANT INGREDIENT!"

Mettaton then whipped out a chainsaw.

You stared at him horrified, but you were too scared to even move.

"A HUMAN SOUL!!!!"

Mettaton then wheeled towards you and raised the saw above his head.

You cowered up into a little ball on the floor.

But a phone call, from your phone, interrupted Mettaton before he could strike you.

He pulled the phone out of your pocket and answered it.

Why?

No one knows.

"HELLO...? I'M KIND OF IN THE MIDDLE OF SOMETHING HERE."

You couldn't hear who was on the other end of the receiver, but you assumed it was Alphys.

"A SUBSTITUTION? YOU MEAN, USE A DIFFERNT, NON-HUMAN, INGREDIENT?"

Mettaton gave you a quick "glance" before turning away again.

"...WHY?"

As the other person (who was probably Alphys) was talking on the phone, Mettaton was playing with the little cord on the chainsaw that starts it up.

But he stopped, suddenly.

"...VEGAN."

He stood still for a few seconds before then suddenly tossed the phone back to you.

"THAT'S A BRILLIANT IDEA DOCTOR ALPHYS!! ACTUALLY, I HAPPEN TO HAVE AN OPTION RIGHT HERE!!! MTT-BRAND ALWAYS-CONVENIENT HUMAN-SOUL-FLAVOR-SUBSTITUTE!"

Mettaton gestured to a can with a red heart on it nearby.

"A CAN OF WHICH...IS JUST OVER ON THE COUNTER!"

He then put the chainsaw away under the counter and turned to you.

"WELL, DARLING? WHY DON'T YOU GO GET IT?"

You side eyed Mettaton again as you walked over to the counter.

But before you grabbed it, the counter shot up into the air and raised at remarkable speed.

"BY THE WAY." Mettaton said directly behind you, which caused you to jump and snap towards him.

"OUR SHOW RUNS ON A STRICT SCHEDULE. IF YOU CAN'T GET THE CAN IN THE NEXT ONE MINUTE... WE'LL JUST HAVE TO GO BACK TO THE ORIGINAL PLAN!!!"

"SO...BETTER START CLIMBING, BEAUTIFUL!" Mettaton said before rolling back over to the ingredients.

"Oh no!!!" Alphys said, who was still on the phone for some reason. "There's not enough time to climb up! F-F-Fortunately, I might have a plan!"

"When I was upgrading your phone, I added a few...features. See that large button that says: JETPACK? Watch this!"

You pressed the jetpack button on your phone and your phone then turned into a jetpack using all sorts of weird mechanical bits.

"Woah, transformer style!" You said as you put the jetpack on.

"There!" Alphys said, her voice coming out of a speaker from the jetpack. "You should have just enough fuel to reach the top! Now, get up there!!!"

The jetpack started to fly and you starting flying to the top.

However, Mettaton was flying as well, and carried the ingredients with him.

As you flew up, Mettaton threw the ingredients at you, trying to slow you down.

However, he failed, and you reached the top within the time limit regardless.

"MY, MY..." Mettaton said as you reached the top. "IT SEEMS YOU'VE BESTED ME. BUT ONLY BECAUSE YOU HAD THE HELP OF THE BRILLIANT DOCTOR ALPHYS!"

Mettaton put his hand on his forehead dramatically. "OH, I LOATHE TO THINK ABOUT WHAT WOULD HAVE HAPPENED TO YOU WITHOUT HER!!!"

"WELL, TOODLES!"

Mettaton flew away again as the cameras cut and you were lowered to the ground by the jetpack.

After you landed, you pressed the jetpack button again and it detransformed back into a cell phone.

"What about the substitution?" You asked.

Mettaton flew in again. "HAVEN'T YOU SEEN A COOKING SHOW BEFORE? THE CAKE IS ALREADY MADE, DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT!"

Then he flew away, again.

"We...we did it!" Alphys said. "Wow! We really did it!"

"That was actually pretty cool how the phone turned into a jetpack, Alphys. That's insanely cool!"

You heard Alphys let out a nerdy giggle. "Aww thank you."

"Let's keep heading forward, okay?" She said before she hung up.

[Hope you enjoyed. Stay tuned for more and have a good day]

<-Chapter 10

Chapter 12->

[leviosatothestars]

We’re going to ignore the fact that I absolutely forgot today is Remus’ birthday and instead I’m going to post something in honor of him :).

The concept of my fanfiction is how Tom Riddle/Voldemort’s reign had an affect on four different generations of women and the people they all loved. I’m white and grew up in a primarily white suburban town so I don’t feel like I’d be able to give women of color the justice they deserve, which is why the main characters are all white (Irish and Italian heritage).

People of color are prevalent in the story, including one of my other OCs and canonically POC in the Wizarding World. I don’t think anyone’s identities should be stripped from them, even if it’s a popular headcanon amongst the fandom and not canon.

Almost all of my OCs, even the ones that are not main characters, either are neurodivergent or have a disability and it plays a major role in their life because mental & chronic illnesses truly are that way. I myself am neurodivergent and chronically ill and I wanted more representation for people in these communities. It also doesn’t help that so many of the characters in the actual books/movies are obviously mentally ill and the “creator” (I will not say her name unless I’m ranting about how much I don’t like her) did not shine light onto how to help people with depression, anxiety, PTSD, bipolar disorder, borderline personality disorder, or any other mental illness.

I am also very anti Dumbledore and Snape and that’s prevalent in the fanfic as well. In my opinion, neither are good people, they are both very morally grey in a way that I cannot support (I say this because Mattheo Riddle is morally grey and I love him). I am a Percy Weasley supporter though and I hope people can understand why in my interpretation of him (he’s still very much like his canon self).

Oh, and most of the characters in my fanfic are LGBTQ+, including almost all of my OCs. In the Golden Trio era of the story there’s actually a friend group one of the main characters of that gen that’s only queer characters, from all four houses. That friend group holds a very special place in my heart because I’m sort of inspired by my hometown friend group.

I wanted my fanfic to have a heavier focus on characters that either didn’t not get enough attention in the movies or books or haven’t really in the fandom, such as: Oliver Wood, Emmeline Vance, Xenophilius Lovegood, Edgar Bones, Emma Vanity, Lucinda Talkalot, Seamus Finnigan, Dean Thomas, Charlie Weasley, and Adrian Pucey. Fan favorites such as the Marauders, Fred & George Weasley, Luna Lovegood, Neville Longbottom, Cedric Diggory, Theodore Nott, Lorenzo Berkshire, Regulus Black, and the Valkyries make an appearance or are central to this story.

I began writing this fanfiction in 2020, which was when I first watched the movies (I am not a Draco girly though and missed out on most of Dracotok), so my interpretation on some of these characters may be different than most of the Marauders fandom. Over time, I have tried to include different pieces of the fandom’s headcanons on the Marauders era characters (and Theo), but it’s still not the same because it’s my interpretation.

Some point soon I plan on posting a list of every character that appears in the fanfiction, which is nowhere near finished because my mind hops between the four gens whenever I write 😂, and I will be categorizing them by their Hogwarts houses.

I am very excited to introduce you all to the family of women in this story, their friends, and their love interests as well as explaining the lore of this Pureblood house that is not part of the Sacred 28.

[mephyyy]

So I was trying to find some random Sonic OCs off Google to draw today because, man, art block killing me. I would like to prefece that I, myself, have Sonic OCs.

(This is all old art, except for my sonic.exe oc, but alas)

I think they're fun and a good way to express your creativity, whether that's writing them to date a character that you like or to be the most popular/powerfulest person EVER.

But with my not very deep dive into the 3 page of Google, I realized that even the really well draw or intriguing OCs are "cringe" and "Mary Sues".

With this, the notion comes that OCs are inherently cringe and not worth making unless you make them the most boring and unspecial person ever. Like: "This is my Sonic oc, Joe the cat. He works at a desk job, and he likes coffee." Making just your average Joe can be fun, but the thought that ALL OCs have to be fucking boring is dumb.

This thought is everywhere. You scroll through Google for 30 seconds, and you see articles about sonic OCs being a sickness, like this article from the medium. Like the drawing that a 10 y/o posted on deviant art about their green sonic will irreparably damage art.

This mindset actually hurts art in the long run. If you get told over and over again that the self insert you make is cringe and you should never draw again then, inevitably, you're going to stop drawing.

I was someone actually who thought for a very long time that my OCs shouldn't be special, or have super cool powers, or even have heterocromia. A good lot of my original characters were boring because I was worried about making a Mary Sue (Thanks CyberSans). It's actually a very deliberate choice that my self-insert/persona, Mephy, cringe.

Yes, I took things from jjba and Sonic to make this weird combo of Mephiles, Diego, jouta, and myself. I did this to push myself to make something "cringe," and anytime I think about removing his tail, I remember why I gave him one.

After I disregarded being seen as cringe, did I start to like designing characters. Just the want to make something I like without being worried if it's cringe or not. I think the freedom to make things like this is very important for young artists (or just artists in general). It's very liberating.

I took the making things purposefully cringe into my TF2 OCs. I gave them on the noise names, and I gave them back stories that were edgy. I enjoyed it. It made me happy.

With the acceptance of being seen as weird, I almost forgot what things were "cringe." I've just been seeing so many people happily making sonadow fan kids that I forgot people think that's cringe. I forgot that edgy OCs is cringe. I forgot that just being into something odd is cringe, and that makes me sad. I honestly thought that we got past thinking that darkspine the evil hedgehog (original character, do not steal) is cringe.

It's just sad. These OCs are cool. And yes, there are sonic OCs that aren't seen as cringe, like Ian Jr, S.N.T., or Trevor the hedgehog, but those are the exceptions. When was the last time you heard something say that Rosechu was their favorite OC? That's right, you haven't because sonichu is very much "cringe" (and don't bring up that Chris-chan did some fucked up shit, y'all didn't like she before she went to jail or did any of that fucked up stuff.) Why can't someone just make someone weird?

Concussion: Stop seeing things as cringe, and cringe culture is NOT dead until we kill it ourselves.

Anyway, I think I have written enough, and my English teacher would say that this is an emotional rant and that I need to rewrite like half of this. I think one of her exact words on a paper I wrote was "zack, this sentence makes me want to smear poop in my hair."

Here is some old art is some of my favorite little guys I found off Google (: