#colours stayed sorta the same

[asphy7]

Wanted to draw @heybiji ‘s Dandelion again

He’s a cool lil guy

[bbrissonn]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 - 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐧 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ synopsis: in which you see quinn for the first time since he left for vancouver at your best friend's wedding

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ warning: angst, , arguing, two stupid teenages in love and then two stupid adults in love, swearing, lots of eyes going wide in the first part im so sorry abt that omg, and then lots of people sighing in the second half i cant 😭 NOT PROOF READ

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ pairing: quinn hughes x fem!reader

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ disclaimer: i dont know where the tkachuck's wedding actually took place, but for the purpose of this story im just gonna say it was in michigan

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ wc: 10.3k

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ would love to do a part 2 of some of you would be interested in that !!

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ a/n: sorta based of off "the winner takes it all" but the mamma mia verson because it's simply too good. and i was gonna give this a sad ending, but i just couldn't so the end is like not really based on the song

════ ⋆fall 2017⋆ ════

➻❥ ann arbor, mich

you were currently standing in the middle of frat house, drink in hand, as you watched your friends get picked up by guys left and right. but you didn't mind it, you weren't here to find the love of your life or spend time with meaningless hookups, you were here to get your degree. guys occasionally came up to you, but they all had that same smirk on their faces, that 'i want to get laid' smirk, and their cheesy pick up lines.

you always turned them down. you weren't interested in the hookup culture, especially with a bunch of asshole who wouldn't bother to remember your name. and you weren't actively looking for a boyfriend either, you were just living your life, focusing on school, and you were content with that.

but that all changed that night. the first time your eyes met, he was standing with a couple of guy friends who looked like they were having quite an intense discussion. but all his attention was on you. you pretended not to feel his eyes at first, thinking he was just another hopeless guy trying to take someone home. but eventually, you caved and looked over at him.

the second your eyes met with his, they grew wide as he quickly looked away from you, a small pinkish colour taking over his cheek. you ignored it at first, trying to focus on what your friend was saying, but your eyes kept drifting his way. and every time they landed on him, his were already looking at you. but that never lasted long, always growing wide and looking away like he kept getting caught. like he didn't want you to know that he was looking, and every time you did catch up, he grew more and more embarrassed.

at some point, it was his eyes that met his, and he froze. this wasn't supposed to happen. he was supposed to be the one staring at you and getting caught, not the other way around. his eyes grew wide like they always did, but he didn't look away. you took it as an opportunity to send a small smile his way, which he answered with an awkward one of his own.

the two of you kept going for almost the whole night, stealing glances, the boy blushing every time you met his gaze. it was adorable. but he never moved. just stayed there with his friends, sipping on a cup that must've been empty at that point. and it was. so when you saw him making his way to the kitchen for a refill, you took your chance.

his back was facing you when you made it into the doorstep, no one else was in the room, and the sound of the music was significantly lower than in the rest of the house. you stood there for a second, watching as he took different bottle and poured them all in his cup before finally speaking up.

"whatcha drinking?" you asked, making the boy jump slightly before turning around to face you. his eyes grew wide once again as you eyes locked together. his mouth open, then closed, then opened, until it closed for the final time. you smiled at him before walking over to him and looking into his cup. "can i?" you asked, nodding at the cup.

the boy's mouth gapped open slightly as he watched you. he looked down at his cup before looking back up at you, nodding slightly. you softly took the cup from his hand and took a sip, the taste of different alcohol burning down your throat.

"you are not messing around you? jeez." you chuckled as you handed him his cup back.

"i don't..." he began, and your eyes quickly looked into his at the sound of his voice. it was soft, softer than you had expected. "i don't usually go this hard."

"what's the occasion?"

"this was supposed to happen after i had this cup." he mumbled, looking between your eyes and the ground. you grinned slightly at his words, quickly understanding that he was talking about your interaction.

"so, you were planning on coming to talk to me at some point and not just stare and look away the whole night?" you teased, making the boy's face flush red.

"that was the goal, yeah." he answered, scratching the back of his head.

"good to know." you responded. the two of then stood in silent for a whole minute. the boy clearly looking a little awkward as he tried to find the right words to say. "i'm y/n/n."

you never did this. you never went around giving your name to random boys you had just met at parties. but something about him intrigued you. he was different the rest of the boys you had talked to this semester. he was shy and quiet. you liked that about him.

"quinn."

"nice to meet you, quinn."

"you too." he blushed. and there it was again, the split moment of silent where the two of you just looked at each other. just as you were about to say something, your friend rushed into the room.

"y/n/n! we gotta go!" she exclaimed, making you furr your brows.

"what's going on?" you asked turning around to face your friend. her eyes grew a little as she realized she had just interrupted your moment with the boy.

"it's jen. her and marcus..." your friend trailed off, and you quickly understood what had happen.

"gimme five minutes and i'll be out." you answered and your friend nodded slightly before leaving. you turned back around to face quinn with a sad smile.

"i'm sorry-"

"it's okay. trouble in paradise?"

"more like trouble in hell. they're always arguing and cheating on each other. told her that's what happens when you date a frat guy but she just won't listen." you went on, quickly realizing what you had just said. "and now i'm really hoping you're not frat guy..."

"i'm not." he chuckled, making you let out a small breath. "i'm guessing that's why you're here? you didn't look too much like the party type."

"had a feeling something bad would happen. anyways, i should... get going." you said, pointing awkwardly at the door.

"right yeah, it was nice meeting you."

"you too." you stood for a couple of seconds, hoping he would ask for your number. you didn't know why, you never wanted anyone's number, you weren't interested in that. but quinn was different. eventually you started making your way out of house, trying your best to hid your disappointment.

you joined your friends outside, where you were met with a crying jen. then you all started making your way to your dorms. jen and half of the girls in your friend group were all apart of the same sorority, which is probably where they would end up spending the night instead of their dorms. you had met lacy in your english class, and honestly you didn't even remember how you guys became friends, you just did. lacy was apart of the sorority, which is how you met all the girls. and you all quickly clicked, and were now inseparable.

"he cheated again?" you whispered to lacy as you guys started leaving the frat house. the two of you were walking a little behind the group, hoping jen wouldn't hear anything.

"twice tonight."

"jeez." you answered with wide eyes. just as lacy was about to say something, you heard someone call your name from behind.

"y/n! wait!" the voice made your whole group stop and turn around. your eyes grew wide as you saw quinn running up the sidewalk, his eyes growing wide as he realized just how many of you were staring at him. you stood frozen in place before lacy slapped your back.

"go see him! if he comes anywhere near here, he's gonna get scared away by the girls." she harshly whispered and your feet quickly moved to meet him a little further away than the group.

"quinn, what's going?"

"your number!" he exclaimed loudly, making your eyes grow wide at the tone of his voice. "that's what i forgot. when you left, i felt like i forgot something, but i couldn't figure out what. and then my phone buzzed and it clicked in my head, but you were already gone so, here i am." he explained through his breath, making you blush slightly.

"you could've just said you forgot, no need to explain." you giggled slightly.

"wanted you to know that like i wanted to, but my brain wasn't really working in the kitchen so i kinda blanked out and... i'm doing it again." he said awkward, his lips shutting tight.

"gimme your phone." you whispered trying your best to hold back your smile. you were right, he was different.

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

after that night, the two of you talked everyday. at first it was just texting, telling each other about your days, asking the other questions about their life. you found out he was played hockey for the school, and he found out you lived in toronto, to which he answered by telling you he grew up there.

suddenly, this boy you had meet a week knew more about you than anyone else at the school. a week later, you were sitting in the dinner, quinn in front of you as the two of you awkwardly ate your dinners. that was your first date together, and three dates later quinn asked you to be his girlfriend, to which you happily agreed.

this whole thing felt so odd to you. you had never really been on for dating, sure you had your fair shares of boys in high school, but for the first two months of your freshman year, you steered clear of boys, and now here you were in the middle of november standing in the middle of Yost arena with your boyfriend's jersey on your back.

but this is exactly what you wanted, you didn't want to be out and chasing for love, you wanted love to find, and it did. and when american thanksgiving came around in november, you found yourself sitting at the hughes' dinning table, quinn's two younger brothers sitting in front of you two, along with their billet brother alex, while his parents sat at each end of the table.

"so, y/n, quinn said you live in toronto? what brought you to michigan?"

"well, my parents are from here, their families live here and they met here. and then a couple of years before they had my older sister they moved to toronto for my mom's job. but i we visit michigan every summer, so i basically grew up here a little too. they both to umich, my whole family pretty much did, so it was kind of a no brainer." you explained. the two younger boys didn't pay much attention to what you were saying, but jack did look over at you a couple of times.

"are they close to detroit?"

"all over the place really, but some of them, yeah." the rest of the dinner went smoothly, some of jack's friends came over a little later in the night and chaos quickly took over the house. but you and quinn were able to find a quiet spot in the basement. you sat next to him, his arm over your shoulder as your head leaned onto him, the two of you watching a movie quinn had begged you to watch. your legs were over his as a blanket covered the two of you.

"quinn?" you head luke's small voice call out as he made his way down the stairs, eventually appearing in front of you two. "can i watch it with you guys? jack and his friends are acting like maniacs up there. even mom and dad left!" the small boy explained, his eyes wide with fear. quinn chuckled slightly before tapping the empty spot next to him.

"come here, bud." he said before focusing back on the movie. luke slowly made his way over to the couch. you sent him a small smile as he made himself comfortable in his spot. the boy hadn't said much to you throughout the night, he greeted you with a shy 'hello' and the pretty much stuck by jack's side the rest of the evening. the two older teens, jack and alex, had been a little more talkative, but they mainly just talked between each other about hockey and stuff. but you didn't mind, quinn had quickly explained that it meant they liked you and were comfortable with having you around. which made your heart grow for the family.

"we should go get ice cream." you suggested as the movie ended, and by the way your eyes flickered between the two brothers, quinn understood that the invite was for the both of them.

"you two go, i'll stay behind and make sure those idiots don't burn down the house." quinn proposed, he had quickly understood that your invite for ice cream with luke was a way for you to get closer to his brother, and he figured you'd have better luck if it was just the two of you.

ten minutes later, you were sitting in quinn's car, luke in the passenger side as you drove to the closest ice cream place.

"so, quinn told me you just started high school. how's that been?"

"it's fine."

"i remember my freshmen math class, it was hell. they made everything so complicated for nothing."

"it's really not that hard." luke said with a bit of pride, making you smile slightly.

"yeah? what about sciences?"

"jack was dramatic when he took it, made it sound like it was harder than climbing mouth everest, but he's just dumb." he said, making you let out a laugh.

"or maybe you're just too smart."

"it's probably both. jack probably only has half a brain cell." he added, only making you laugh harder.

after that night, you and luke had become quite close. you were the sister he never had, and he was the little brother you never had. he reached out whenever he was struggling with something in school, girl advice, and sometimes just to talk whenever he felt like it. and you were always there, you answered as soon as you could and as often as you could. and quinn loved it.

it took a little longer with jack, but by the end of your freshman year, jack had became the annoying little brother, always asking you stupid questions that made your eyes roll and quinn scoff.

as the months went by, your relationship with quinn grew, and you were next to him for every important step of his career. you were there in january when the usa won bronze at the world junior, you were there when umich lost in the frozen four semi finals, but most importantly you were next to him in dallas when the canucks organization called his name. you were there for everything.

in the summer, you had been invited to the infamous hughes lakehouse, where you spent three whole weeks in nothing but bikinis and cover ups, and never taking the time to do something fancy with your hair or put any makeup on. it felt like some foreign place to you, sure your family had lake-houses of their own, but something about the hughes' just felt magical. the second you got to the airport, you were already counting down the days until you got to go back.

════ ⋆fall 2018⋆ ════

➻❥ ann arbor, mich

coming back to umich for your sophomore year felt surreal. jen had finally broken things for good with marcus, something all of your friend was happy about, and you had quinn by your side. and although you guys never mentioned it, you knew this was your last year together at umich. quinn was undoubtedly signing with the canucks at the end of the season. you knew the moment his name got called so high in draft that he was not coming back junior year.

the canucks needed all the help they could to start this small rebuild, and quinn was their next star defencemen, and you couldn't have been more thrilled for him. over the summer, you had seen all the work him and his brother put into the becoming the best they could, and it was finally going to pay off.

but you two never brought it up to each other, always telling yourselves you had plenty of time left. and it wasn't until quinn told you he had once again be selected for the world junior tournament, this time with his brother jack, that it hit you. it was almost january already, meaning that in 3-4 months max, quinn would be gone.

so you took things into your hands. you didn't want to be left behind, your relationship with quinn meant too much to you for his career to be the end of it. but you were not the long distance relationship type of girl. if he going to minesota or columbus, or anywhere near michigan, you wouldn't mind. but he was moving to canada, and not close canada, far canada. there would be a three hour time difference between the two of you, and that was not something you were okay with.

almost as some sort of joke, the world junior's ended up being in vancouver. and after spending three whole weeks in the city, spending quinn's days off along together, and sometimes josh or jack tagging along, there was no way you were letting quinn move here alone. it was almost like you got a glimpse of what your life could be like together here, and you loved it.

so, the second you got back to michigan of usa's heartbreaking lost in the finals, you applied to UBC. you never mentioned it to quinn, not even when you got accepted simply because vancouver had yet to be a topic of conversation between the two of you. to you, it was pretty obvious that you would be moving with him. you two had been together for a little over a year now, and you loved quinn more than anything in your life. and quinn, well you don't know why he never brought it up, so you just figured there was a mutual understanding that you would be moving with him. i mean, why wouldn't you, right?

but that all changed when michigan lost in the first round of the big-10 tournament, meaning their was no chance of them qualifying for the ncaa tournament. their season was over. but all you could think about as you sat in the arena surrounded by minnesota fans was that quinn was leaving. you had made the trip with a couple of other girlfriends, most of you understanding that this probably would be their last game.

now here you stood with them, not far away from the michigan locker room as the plays came out one by one. quinn was one of the last one's the leave, and by the look on his face, you knew. you already knew, but now you were being faced with the fact that it was actually happening.

you had to tell him, now. you hoped it would boost up his mood for the night, and although you would be in michigan until may and he would be in vancouver for almost a month, but you would be together after that.

"i'm leaving." he said as soon as your arms wrapped around his neck. but his stayed by his side, making you frown a bit.

"i know, q, it's okay." you said a small sad smile as you pulled away from him. one of your hands landed on his cheek, your thumbs rubbing his cheekbone softly.

"no- i'm leaving, y/n." he said again, but his tone was different, leaving you confused.

"what're you saying, quinn?"

"i'm going to vanconver, y/n, i'm starting my career, my life." your brows furred at his words. "my dream is coming true."

"i know that, quinn! why are you talking to me like i don't understand? obviously you're going to vancouver, why wouldn't you?"

"but you don't understand, y/n/n." he said loudly, making your mouth close as his voice caught the attention of a couple of people around. "i'm pretty much starting my life over. new city, new people, new friends, new team, new everything, y/n. everything."

"not everything. you still have michigan, your family, me!" you said confused, but as his eyes looked away from you and down at the ground, the realization hit you. "do you not want me to be-"

"y/n..." he cut you off, his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. and in that moment, you knew. he didn't want you by his side as he started this new chapter of his life. one you had watched as he created it for himself. one where you had been by his side every step of the way for the last year. he didn't want you in vancouver with him.

"oh." you gasped, taking a step back away from him. you tried your best to keep the tears in, blinking them away.

"i'm sorry, it's just... it's just not gonna work."

you debated telling him about UBC, but as his words registered in your head, it wouldn't change anything. it's not that he didn't want in vancouver, he didn't want you by his side point.

it felt like a slap to the face. like someone had just poured a ice bucket on you. you had been there for everything, supported him through everything. did his homework when he didn't have the time to, helped him study to make sure he passed all his classes and didn't get kicked off the team. you had weekly facetime calls with his brothers, and you visited his parents every weekend even if quinn was out of town. you did everything, and this is the reward you got?

if it weren't for the two of you being in public, you probably would've tried to rip his head off. but instead, you nodded along as he continued talking, only snapping back him as he bid his goodbye and slipped from your fingers. he was gone.

════ ⋆fall 2019⋆ ════

➻❥ toronto, on

you were sitting in your parents living room as the 2019 draft played on the tv. you watched as jack and some of his friends that you had became somewhat close to got drafted. and you tried your hardest not to let the memories of quinn's draft flood your head. and the top it off, the draft was in vancouver.

you hadn't spoke to either jack or luke since your breakup with quinn. and only spoken to ellen and jim once when you stopped by their house to grab a couple of things you had left in quinn's room. he was still in michigan, and luke and jack were both at school when you came, so you only had to see his parents.

they both offered you sad smiles as you made your way inside their house. and concluded your short interactions by telling you you could always reach out to them if you needed anything, which you appreciated, you really did, but you all knew you never would.

and now you stared at your phone, jack's contacts open as you looked at the send button for almost 5 minutes. 'congrats jacky !!! so happy and proud of you, enjoy your night :)' you debated sending it. would he even respond? both him and luke had reached out after the breakup, but you hadn't answered either of them, it would hurt too much. but you came to your sense. jack, who you considered your little brother, was just drafted 1st overall, something all little boys dream about it. it would almost be disrespectful not to reach other after you spent the last year reassuring him that he would go first. so you hit send.

his response came back a couple of hours later. it was short and simple, yet still brought tears to your eyes 'thank you y/n/n, wish you were here ❤️'. you liked his message, but didn't the words to answer him. you wanted to be there, you really did, but it was all so complicated. and there was no way you would be able to step foot in vancouver without completely breaking down.

speaking of vancouver, you had decided not to go to UBC in the fall, there was no point in going. but you didn't want to go back to umich either. the months after quinn left were the hardest of your life. everywhere you went reminded you of him, there was no a single place in ann arbor that you could go that wouldn't make you think of quinn. so, you decided to enroll at the university of ottawa.

which is where your friendship with josh norris and brady tkachuk were rekindled. you had ran into them on a random day in the middle of the grocery store, and the two were quick to bring you into hugs. after that, the three of you become attached to the hips. you cheered them on from the comfort of your dorm every game, went over to their apartments for movie nights. and quinn was never brought up. they never mentioned him around you, never asked you about him. it was like he didn't exists. which was comforting and odd at the same time. the only reason you knew was quinn, he was the link between you guys, yet the absence of his existence felt refreshing.

"does quinn about this?" you asked some time in february as the three of you watched a movie in josh's living room. the two guys, who were sitting on either side of you, looked between each other before josh answered.

"what do you mean?"

"does he knew we're friends and we hangout a lot?"

"no. if we told him he'd probably slice our heads off." brady said bluntly, making josh smack the back of his head. "what! it's true. the minute the two of you broke up he'd send death glares to anyone who asked about you. and then he like forbid anyone to mention you 'cause he'd always get all sad and mushy. like-like that one time at jack's draft, he told everyone you messaged him and quinn almost jumped off the balcony. honestly, y/n/n, whatever you did to that boy fucked up bad."

"i didn't do anything!" you quickly said, shocked by brady's words. josh was looking at his best friends with wide eyes, almost cursing him with his eyes. "he broke up with me, he shouldn't be the one getting his panties all twisted, i should!"

"oh." the two boys said the same, making you look between with raised brows.

"he never told us why you two broke up, so we just figured you did. sorry."

"you were literally there when he broke up with me!" you exclaimed looking at josh, who looked at you like you were speaking a foreign language. "in minnesota!" you added, and it was like something clicked in his head.

"oh. oh! he broke up with you?" he asked, making you scoff and roll your eyes while brady just laughed out loud.

and that was the first and only last time quinn was ever brought up between the three of you, and after a while you barely ever though of him on your own. you stayed far away from michigan, and made sure you stayed on campus whenever the canucks or the new jersey were in town. and eventually you barely ever though of him. well, that was until late 2022.

════ ⋆winter 2022⋆ ════

➻❥ ottawa, on

"hey, didn't know you were coming by." you said as you opened the door to your dorm apartment. brady walked in with some snack in his hands, kicking his shoes off as he made his way to your shared living room. "yeah, sure come on in."

"so, emma and i are starting to plan everything out for the wedding, and obviously we want you there. emma wants you there." he started. you had grown quite close with emma over the years, and you found yourself spending most of your free time at their house with her. "like she wants you there. and i want quinn there." he added slowly, making it all click in your head.

quinn is going to be one of brady's groomsmen, and you could only guess by his tone and wording that emma wanted you to be a bridesmaid.

"oh."

"i mean, obviously we won't, you know, put you guys together. i just wanna make sure nobody's murdering nobody at my wedding." he said casually, taking a bit of his snack after.

"it's fine, don't worry."

it wasn't fine. it was actually the opposite of fine. you hadn't see quinn or any of his family in almost 4 years, what on earth were you supposed to do or say when you saw them. but you figured that would be a problem when the wedding came.

so for the next months you tried your hardest to ignore it. but every time you and the couple talked about the wedding, it was all you could think about. quinn hughes was the only thing on your mind every time you opened your closet and your eyes landed on your dress. scratch that, quinn hughes was the only thing on your mind.

not in a cute 'so excited to see you again!' way, no quinn hughes was the last person you wanted to see. you hadn't see or heard of him since he broke your heart in minnesota. and the fact that you would be seeing him for the first time since was at a wedding felt like an absolute joke from the universe.

all you could think about was where the two of you would be at in your relationship now. would you be married? would you be living in a house together? would you be thinking about having kids soon? it was too much. but you wanted to be there, for emma and for brady who welcomed you with open arms every time you tried to put yourself out there just for guys to dump after getting what they wanted. or that one night when you completely broke down after the guy you had been talking with for a while now asked you to be his girlfriend and you couldn't bring yourself to say because he wasn't quinn, he wasn't your quinn. and you hated yourself for feeling this way.

because you were over him. your heart no longer belonged to the boy, but you weren't over the betrayal and the hurt you felt that day. one day everything was perfect, you were convinced you had found the man you would spend forever with, and the next second he was gone. you felt crazy for this, but sometimes you found yourself wondering if it had ever happened at all. if it was just something you had made up. but it wasn't. he was real, you guys were real. all of it was real.

════ ⋆summer 2023⋆ ════

➻❥ detroit, mich

"how's the most beautiful girl doing?" you asked entering the small room where emma was getting ready. you had yet to see quinn or any of the hughes family today, and you were glad. but you knew you could only avoid them for so long.

"feels like she's gonna piss herself." she joked, making you chuckle slightly as you walked up to her, standing behind her in the mirror. she was fully dressed, and the ceremony was starting soon. you just stared at her dress the whole time. it was beautiful, you probably would've had gotten on similar to this one for your own wedding with quinn. quinn. quinn. quinn. all you could think about today was quinn.

"you okay?" the girl asked, making you snap back to reality. you hadn't even realize the tears forming in your eyes.

"huh?"

"oh, sweetie." emma sighed, turning around and wrapping her arms around you.

"this is so stupid!"

"it's not stupid."

"it's been four years. i shouldn't... i shouldn't still be feeling like this." you said, trying your best to pull yourself back together, blinking away the tears in your eyes.

"you also haven't seen the man you thought you were gonna marry in four years. it's understandable." she said, making you flinch slightly at her words. the man you thought you were going to marry. ouch. "sorry."

"no it's fine, you're right. i'll be okay."

"yeah?"

"yeah."

"if you need anything, find matty and he'll... i don't know he's matty he'll find something to cheer you up." she said, making you laugh slightly. the girl joined for a bit before silence fell over the two of you.

"i'm scared shitless to see him." you admitted. "i've been thinking about what i would say or do if i ever saw him. and-and i don't know."

"just go out there and be a bad bitch. he doesn't deserve to feel like you're still hung up on him or whatever, because you're not. you're just hurt and that's okay."

"you're gonna make a great mom one day."

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

your hands were shaking as you stood next to josh and matty, the two of them almost forming a wall around you to keep your eyes from trying to find queen. the ceremony was about to start at any moment now, meaning all the groomsmen and bridesmaids were together, and it was only a matter of time before quinn popped up.

"josh!" you heard him call out, and your whole body froze. his voice was slightly deeper than it was before. but it was him. you could recognized his voice anywhere.

"smart thinking sherlock you're like the only one he knows here." matthew said harshly to josh as quinn made their way over to the three of you. matthew wasn't completely familiar with your situation with quinn, but brady had told him enough that he knew the two of you should stay far away form the other.

the hughes boy had clearly not realized that you were the girl standing with them, seeing as he froze when your eyes met together. you knew it was corny, but it was like time stopped and you felt your heart drop to your stomach. it was like you were back in that frat house, meeting his gaze for the first time ever. never would you have thought you would be standing here almost half a decade later, staring into those same blue eyes.

"quinn." josh said awkwardly as he went over to the boy and dapped him up. matthew did the same, and suddenly all the attention was on you, the three of them looking at you.

"quinn." you said sharply, finally looking away from his eyes.

"y/n." he answered, and you saw matthew try his best not to laugh. thankfully, you were saved by the ceremony starting. and you were hoping that would be the last you would see of him that night.

it wasn't. when it came time to take pictures after the ceremony, you decided to stick to taryn's side as the photographer placed all the groomsmen and bridesmaid. thankfully he placed the two of you on opposite sides. but after that, you really did not see him for the rest of the evening. or at least you that's what you tried to tell yourself.

the sun had set a couple of hours ago, and everyone was now inside dancing the night away to different songs. you had made your way outside a couple of minutes ago, wanting to take some time to yourself and cool down from the hotness inside.

you eventually felt a presence next to you, and your breath caught in your throat as your eyes met quinn's figure. he was learning on the railing of the balcony, his eyes looking straight ahead. you soon copied him, drawing your eyes away from him and over to the scene in front of you.

"how you been?" he asked softly, making you scoff aloud.

"really? that's really what you want to say to me right now? 'how you been'?" you said angrily, turning slightly on yourself so you were facing him. his eyes closed at your words as he winced. you were right. you always were.

"i'm sorry... for everything."

"it's a bit late for that, don't you think." you scoffed, turning back to where you were facing before.

"you deserved better than that. i was an ass, and i'm so sorry for how things ended, really." he spoke. his words were soft and true. you needed to tell him. this big secret you hadn't told anyone because you wanted him to first to know.

"i got into UBC." you whispered, making his eyes snap to you.

"what?"

"when we got back to michigan after the world juniors, i applied to UBC and i got in. i knew you were gonna, i wasn't stupid. but after the world juniors, and... seeing what our life could be like together in vancouver, i wanted to be there with you. i thought that you would me there with you. i thought we wanted the same thing, but clearly i was wrong." you explained, and quinn let out a loud sigh at your words, pinching your nose.

"you wanted come?"

"of course i did, quinn. you meant everything to me, gosh, i would've followed to fucking australia if you asked me to." you said, your voice shaky as tears formed in your eyes.

"why... why didn't you say anything? i wanted you there with me, y/n, but you never mentioned it, it was vancouver didn't even exists to you. i wanted you with me!"

"i thought you knew!" you said loudly, making quinn's body stiffen. "i thought you knew, quinn. that after everything, i wouldn't have to explain to you that i wanted to be with. and i never brought it up because i thought you knew that it a no brainer that i would come with you. but you never asked, and you just left. i thought you knew." you added, your voice soft as your eyes met together. you couldn't hold back the tears in your eyes anymore, and neither could he.

"fuck." he whispered under his breath. his hand ran through his hair as he leaned on the railing.

"i would've moved mountains for you. i would've gone with you to the end, quinn." you said, quoting the lord of the rings. but it was your favourite saga to watch together. and the two of used to say it to each other all the time. granted, back then you would say 'i would go with you to the end' and you both meant it, you really did.

quinn couldn't hold back his tears anymore. all the hurt and pain the two of you had shared was for nothing. all this time, you wanted the same thing, and he was the idiot who messed it all up.

" i would go with you to the end, y/n/n." he said, and you knew exactly what he meant. he would go.

"quinn..." you gasped as the boy shifted and his hands landed on your waist. he softly pulled you a little closer to him, his forehead leaning down on yours. "i've moved on." you said as you closed your eyes, letting yourself enjoy this moment of closeness with the boy who stole your heart all these heart ago. "you should too."

"i'm trying. but every time i go the rink all i can think about is you. it's been four years, and all i can think about is you. and now- knowing... i can't. you're the love of my life, y/n. and i could never love anyone like i love you." he admitted. your foreheads were still touching, both of your eyes closed as his hands stayed on your sides.

"i cried when a guy asked me be his girlfriend because he wasn't you." you laughed through your tears, making quinn chuckle slightly. "but i have a life, quinn. i'm in ottawa, and i love it over there. i'm happy, i'm finally happy." you added, completely breaking his heart just like he had done to yours years ago.

"i know." he whispered, his voice breaking slightly. "i know."

just as you were about to say something else, jack's loud echoed outside. "quinn! dude! you're missing out big time, we just threw brady everywhere and- oh." he stopped his sentence when his eyes landed on the two of you. you had stepped away from quinn, trying your best to wipe away your tears and quinn did the same, but his red eyes betrayed him. "i'm sorry, i should-"

"it's fine, i should, uhm, i should go find emma." you quickly said and before the brother's even realized you were moving you were gone, leaving them alone outside. quinn let out a long and loud sigh as he turned back towards the railing, trying his best not the break down in front of hi little brother. jack stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to say or do. he had clearly interrupted an intimate moment between the two of you, one that was long over due. but it wasn't until he heard quinn's chocked sobbed that he moved over to his brother.

"you okay?"

"what do you think!" the older boy snapped, making jack's eyes grow wide.

"sorry." he mumbled, awkwardly standing next to his brother as he looked around the area.

"she got into UBC." he sighed, rubbing his temples. "i broke up with her because i thought she didn't want to come to vancouver, and she got into UBC." quinn laughed, but it wasn't his usual one, this one was filled with regret and pain, something jack had never seen in his older brother. and this was his first time even mentioning the breakup out loud. quinn never told anyone what had happened, embarrassed that he thought you would come with him, and embarrassed by the words he had shared with you and how he handled the situation. he knew he messed up. the second his words left his mouth and he saw the look in your eyes, he knew he fucked it all up. that was clearly not the look of someone who did not care about him. but what was he supposed to do? the words were already said, how was he supposed to say 'you know what never mind, i do want you there with me' after pretty much telling her bringing her with him to vancouver would be a burden? that he just couldn't do.

"oh. you're stupid." the middle brother said bluntly, making quinn scoff.

"thanks."

"no, dude, i'm being so serious. she literally looked at you with the biggest heart eyes ever at the worlds, and she kept rambling about how much she loved vancouver, and you really thought she wouldn't want to move with you? even i'm not that stupid!" jack said, and he was right. quinn honestly had no clue at this point why he ever doubted the fact that you would go with him to vancouver, but it didn't matter anymore. your relationship was in the past, he was in your past.

"i know, okay? i know."

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you shouldn't be here. you really should not be here. you don't even remember how it happened. one second you were at the wedding the next thing you knew you were in a car on the way to jack and quinn's lakehouse in michigan.

which is how you ended up sitting at the end of their dock as everyone kept the party going outside. your feet were barely in the water, your dress tucked up to your thighs, a beer in your hands. soon, you were joined by someone, and you knew exactly who it was.

"hi, luke." you whispered as the boy sat next to you.

"you've been avoiding me." the boy said harshly, making you close your eyes. you were. and you weren't going to lie about it.

"i have."

"why? i mean, you're avoiding me more than quinn, and he's the one who broke up with you not me!" the boy said. he was angry, and he had every right to be. the two of you talked daily when you and quinn were together. and all of the sudden you became a ghost. you never reached out after, but he did. for almost a whole year he reached out. wished you a happy birthday, merry christmas, updated you on his season and his life. but you never answered. you saw his messages, but you never answered. you couldn't find it in you to do so. and yeah, maybe he was like a little brother, but he was quinn's brother, not yours. you knew he got drafted by new jersey, and he knew you had reached out to jack after his draft. so he kept hope that you would reach out to him after his, but you never did. and that hurt him more than anything.

"what was i supposed to say, luke?"

"oh, i don't know, maybe 'i'm sorry i just completely disappear from your life and ignored you for a whole year'? how about that?"

"would that of had changed anything? you would've just told me to go fuck myself and be all bitchy."

"yeah, i would've. 'cause you thaught me to be like that." he said softly. and you felt your heart melt at his words. "i know i'm quinn's little brother, but i thought we were friend's, y/n/n."

"but you are his brother, luke. and every time i think about you, i think about him. we are friends, but you're quinn's brother before anything else." you whispered, throwing your head back with a sigh.

"you reached out to jack." he mumbled, his voice soft and broken. yuo squeezed your eyes shut at his words. he was right. "we were closer, but you didn't reach out to me after my draft. i spent my whole night looking at my phone hoping to see your message." he admitted, taking a large sip of his own beer.

"it had been two years, i wasn't sure you'd wanna hear from me."

"i always wanna hear from you, y/n. you're my sister." he said, his voice still soft but now full of comfort and vulnerability. "you're always gonna be my sister. even if you disappear for four years." he joked, making you chuckle slightly as you opened your eyes. you looked over at him for the first time tonight. you had seen him at the wedding, but never really took the time to look at him. he was taller now, his hairs a little longer and his muscles more visible. he had grown. and you hated that you weren't there to see it. he wasn't little 15 years old luke, he was an adult now.

you didn't know what to say. the way he uttered those words with so much care and love behind them. you were always going to be his sister. you leaned your head down on his shoulder, letting your guilt take over as tears fell down your cheeks. "you're always gonna be my brother, lu. always." you admitted, and that's all he needed to hear.

he didn't want to hear how sorry you were for leaving, how much you regretted ignoring him. he just wanted to know that you still cared and loved for him. that he wasn't childish or immature for being angry when you left, for feeling like maybe you didn't care about him as much as he thought you did.

"how's ottawa?" he asked after a couple of minutes of silence.

"good. really good. it's not michigan or toronto, but it's good." you said truthfully.

"you think i could see when we play?" he hesitantly asked, biting his lip anxiously as he waited for your yes. he felt you nod against his shoulder before hearing your response.

"as long as you get me a ticket to the game." you answered with a smile, making luke chuckle slightly.

"jack said he saw you and quinn talking at the wedding." your breath hitched at his words.

"we're not getting back together, luke."

"i know. i just wanted to make sure you were okay. i asked some of your friends at umich how you were doing when you left, they said we were pretty beat up."

"i'm okay." you started, taking a sip of your beer after. "it felt good, you know. like i finally got the closure i wanted. until jack ruined it." you finished, making luke scoff slightly.

"of course it was him." he said as the two of you laughed slightly. and then silence took over again. "so, what are you gonna do when you finish grad school." you had two years left, and you honestly had no clue.

"i don't know."

════ ⋆summer 2025⋆ ════

➻❥ detroit, mich

it had been two years since the wedding. two years since quinn last saw and heard of you. he knew you luke talked often, he was glad that the two of you had reconnected after the wedding, although deep down he was a little jealous that it was luke and not him. but it was clear that you were happy.

you talked to jack a little here and there too, mainly whenever he would just barge into luke's room while the two of you were on facetime. along with birthdays and holidays. but quinn never reached out. he knew you still had the same number as before, he had secretly went through luke's phone to see if it had changed. it hadn't.

every year your birthday came around, he found himself opening your messages together. he never deleted them, he couldn't. he didn't have the courage to change your contact name. and instead he found himself scrolling through your conversations from years ago, all the i love you's you shared, all the sweet little updates about your days. he'd wake up the next morning with dark circles.

luke never mentioned you around quinn, he did around his parents and jack, but never quinn. and the older brother wasn't sure if he was happy or upset about that. he wanted to know how you were doing, but he always knew the pain he'd feel if luke said you were doing better than ever.

but that all changed one evening. him, his brothers and whoever was staying at their place right now were on the boat. the sun was almost fully set, the sky filled with a multitude of colours. the boys had been taking turns on the back of the boat, while jack was the main driver. he loved to drive.

quinn had barely been on his phone all day, busy enjoying the outdoors with his closest friends and brothers. so he took this moment to catch up on what he had missed. he was sitting at the front of the boat, away from the rest of the group.

he slowly went through his notifications when one from a couple of hours ago caught his eyes.

y/n/n 💗

im moving to vancouver

holy shit. his body froze. he almost wanted to pinch himself just to make sure he was seeing right. but he didn't need to as he clicked on the notification and your message stared back at him.

quinn wasn't sure if the boat was fully stopped and docked before he hoped off and almost ran towards the house, leaving all the guys confused on the boat.

"what's up with him?" trevor asked as the guys all stared at the boy going into the house, the door slamming behind him.

"i don't know, but whatever it is it's not a good excuse to be slamming doors." jack said a little irritated. they had all noticed how the boy kept to himself for the last part of the boat ride, staring into nothing as he barely spoke.

"i think i know..." luke trailed off, as he stared at his phone. he hadn't touched it since he got on the boat. "y/n/n's moving to vancouver." he added slowly, making everyone freeze. silence settled over them and all you could hear was the waves crashing on the boat beneath them. they all exchanged looks before looking over the house, and they all silently agreed to make their way over as quickly as possible.

when they entered, the first thing they heard was the sound of quinn's voice. he was in the living, sitting down on one of the couches, his back facing the group of guys.

"yeah, that's really nice. congrats y/n." they heard the boy say into the phone. they couldn't see his face, but the two brothers coudl only imagine the smile that was plastered on their older brother's face right now.

"in october? like early or late?" they couldn't hear exactly what you said, but they could hear your voice echoing from quinn's phone. the boy relaxed into the couch running one of his hands through his hair. "i mean i'm going back in like mid-late september so i could come pick you up if you need."

after that the boy all retreated to the kitchen, mainly because josh started pushing all of them away from the door of the living room. this was clearly a private conversation, and it was not one that they needed to hear.

"20 bucks they're back together by december." jack was the first to speak as they made it to the kitchen, going straight to the fridge and taking out a couple of beers.

"really? only 3 months?" cole said as he opened his bottle.

"bro, you guys didn't see what i saw at brady's wedding. they were all touchy and crying, and honestly i think the sole reason they didn't get back together right there and then was the fact that y/n/n was in ottawa. so yeah, 3 months max and they're back together."

the group of guys all kept bickering about how long the two of you would take to get back together. some were saying almost a year, others by next summer, but jack was instant that he was correct, rolling his eyes at everyone's guess. but the kitchen quickly became quiet as quinn exited the living room and joined. he didn't hear what their conversation was about simply because he couldn't be bothered to listen.

but when the room went dead quiet at his arrival, he was more intrigued than ever. he stop dead in his tracks as all the guys turned to look at him. "what?"

"y/n/n's moving to vancouver?" trevor was the first to speak up, making jack slap the back of his head. quinn's brows furred at his words, had they been listening to his conversation?

"she texted me." luke was quick to say as he noticed his brother's facial expression. quinn's face relaxed at that, making his way over to the fridge and grabbing a beer of his own.

"we just figured that you knew when you kinda just ran away."

"i didn't run away." quinn was quick to get defensive, something he never really did.

"sure, and i'm queen elizabeth." jack scoffed, making quinn roll his eyes.

"whatever, i'm going to bed."

════ ⋆fall 2025⋆ ════

➻❥ vancouver, bc

your hands were shaking in your lap as you watched the vancouver skyline appear in your view. your plane was about the land, and you had just texted quinn your estimated landing time.

after your phone call back in the middle of summer, the two of you had spent more and more time talking together. you asked him questions about where the most idea place to live would be considering your office. the best way to get around the city without a car, the best coffee shops, dinners. you talked almost every single day. some days more than others, but everyday. but something about felt odd. even though you were talking through the screen, there was some tension between you two that you couldn't quite describe. and some nights as you laid awake at night you'd open your messages, wondering if texting him out of the blue just see how he was doing would be too weird, but you'd be met with a typing bubble from quinn, but the messages never left. there was so much left unsaid between the two of you as you got on the plane, but you both also just knew.

he had helped you found an apartment about 15 minutes away from his. it wasn't anything too big, just one bedroom, one bathroom, on the third floor of the complex. it wasn't much, but it was perfect for your first place.

you were honestly more nervous to see him again, than to actually be moving across the country. but this job offer was one a student could only dream about getting freshly out of university, so there was no way you could turn it down. sure, you had other offers, but none of them as good as this one. and you couldn't lie and say you weren't a little excited to be in the same city as quinn again.

his words had been haunting you since the day of the wedding. 'i would go with you to the end, y/n/n' and you hoped he still would, because you know you would. you hoped that this was finally the moment you would get your happy ending, your happily ever after with him.

then came the time to find him outside, and you were scared. what were you supposed to do? awkwardly smile? go in for a hug? shake his hand? part of you almost wanted to turn around and go back home. but you couldn't.

so, with your bags clutched by your side, you made your way outside. it took almost two full minutes to find him. you spotted him quick easily, he had told you what his car looked like, and there weren't too many like his around. he was leaning against his car, baggy sweats and hoodie over his head as he scrolled on his phone.

you froze in the middle of the sidewalk, he looked the same as he always did. you didn't think he could see, seeing as you could barely see him. so you took a moment to take him in and prepare yourself mentally for what was to come next.

when suddenly quinn's eyes snapped towards, almost like he could just sense your presence. granted you had been staring at him for a bit now, so maybe it was just that. the second your eyes connected, he pushed himself off of his car, and quickly removed the hood from his head, trying his best to fix his hair. you slowly made your way over to him. the next thing you knew you were standing in front of him, your eyes still locked together. neither of you moved or said anything, taking a moment to just take it all in.

you were both to say something, just a small greeting, but quinn beat you to it. before you even had time to process what was happening, his lips were on yours, one of his hands cupping your face, while the other landed on your waist, pulling you close. your eyes went wide before you melted into the kiss. you let go your bags, your hands reaching for his neck as your lips danced together.

you two pulled apart slowly, his forehead leaning against yours you both kept your eyes closed. you felt like you were having deja vu, the last time you were in the position with quinn being at the wedding. only the last time tears were streaming down your faces. this time around, you were both smiling.

you slowly blinked your eyes open, only to find him already looking at you. his eyes were full of softness and passion as he stared into yours. you giggled nervously as you fiddled with his hoodie.

"move in with me." he stated softly, shock filling with body.

"what?" you exclaimed out loud, but quinn was quick to reassure you.

"fuck the apartment, y/n. i have an extra room, my place is closer to your office, i-" he stopped when he saw the look in your eyes. "and i fucked it all up didn't i?" he sighed, making you let out a small breath.

"no, no, no. i just... fuck it."

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

20 minutes later, you were standing in the middle of quinn's apartment. you slowly made your way to his living room, leaving your bags back in the hallway near the front door. you took your time looking around, all the pictures of him in his brothers scattered around his place. but something caught your eye as you looked over at the kitchen.

"you have a sauna... in your kitchen?" you asked confused as the boy joined in the living room, your bags in his hands.

"i didn't know where else to put it..." he mumbled awkwardly making you chuckle slightly. you then felt his hands creeping onto your waist, the heat of his body radiating onto yours. you turned around in his grasp, you smiled shyly as you threw your arms around his shoulder, your fingers interlocking at the back of his neck.

quinn smiled down at you before you reached up to press your lips against. "welcome home, y/n/n."

[nocturnal-thoughts-mp3]

Bucky Barnes X Reader - Road Trip Head canons!

Notes:

Y'all I'm having too much fun with this and it's my SECOND POST. I guess it's better to live in delusions together 🤷‍♀️

So this is like, what I imagine would happen if you were to go on a road trip together!! It's been so sunny out lately and I'm really excited for spring/summer time. I've even been listening to my Girly Summer Vibes playlist.

Based off the fictional character created by Stan Lee & Marvel, I do not own the rights to it. The ideas though, they are mine!

Word count: 820

Warnings: MAJOR fluff hehehehehe🫡

Enjoy my darlings

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First off, him just ASKING you to go on a road trip would be a whole process, he's just a little guy after all

He would do so much research to find the perfect place to go to. Eventually he would land on this beautiful national park that's just a little over a days drive away (he planned that obviously)

He finally builds up the courage to ask you and obviously you say yes! You guys start to plan together when you will leave, where you will stay and of course, what snacks to bring, that sorta thing.

You pack your bag for a week (As this road trip has turned into more of a week getaway). You've both decided to leave around noon the first day, stay the night in a motel, then leave early in the morning to continue the drive. Then, you spend a solid 2 full days at the park, and do the same on the way down, drive then motel and then more driving.

Bucky tells you that the hotel in the park has a pool so you bring along a couple bathing suits. He also tells you that he's made an itinerary of what you can do each day (By itinerary, he means that he's only planned a couple things to do per day, which means loads of time to explore or relax). These things include dinner, a hike and other things.

You leave that day with butterflies in your stomach and a coffee in your hand. Ready to traverse the country with your favourite super soldier. He's got coffee too and eventually he reluctantly gave you the aux cord.

You play your favourite road trip tunes and have the sun roof open the whole time. Eventually you force Bucky to stop for slushies, one of you gets red, the other blue (somehow your mouths get purple?😉)

You guys chat about everything and anything. You learn about Bucky's past and in exchange for his trust, you tell him about yours. There's a sense of understanding and comfort in the air as you two confide in each other.

You force Bucky to stop when the sun starts to set so you can get a good photo, he reluctantly pulls over (he loves how passionate you are about it) and watches as you climb out the sun roof to get a photo of the beautiful colours in the sky. He thinks it's adorable!

You finally arrive at the motel around 6pm ish. You check into the room and surprise surprise there's only one bed (Bucky definitely didn't tell them they only needed one)

You get ready for bed and Bucky insists you take the bed and he'll take the couch. But you argue back that you don't mind. (Both of you are idiots and need to communicate. You both clearly want to share the bed)

Eventually Bucky 'reluctantly' shares the bed with you.

You wake up wrapped in Bucky's arms and decide that you don't want to leave yet and fall back asleep (He was awake and didn't want to get up from this heaven either)

Around 10am (much later than you originally intended) you both get up and leave the motel.

The rest of the drive flies by with more stories being told and songs being sung.

Once you get to the park hotel, you immediately want to drop your stuff off in the room and Bucky obliges. Then you both go explore.

After seeing the park, you head back to the hotel for the first of Bucky's plans. Dinner.

After a very romantic dinner, you both head back up to your room and put on a movie. (But did you actually end up watching it? Who knows.)

Even though this hotel room has two beds, you both end up in the same one each night, yearning for closeness.

The next day, you go on the hike Bucky had planned for you. The sights of this park are amazing and you stop almost every 5 minutes to get some pictures (You even forced Bucky to be in a couple of them because you "didn't want it to look like you were the only one here" (But in all honesty, you just wanted photos of the man you love)

You have a wonderful time.

On the last night, you and Bucky go stargazing. It's the most amazing and romantic date you've ever been on. The sights were breathtaking (even though Bucky spent most of the night looking at you gazing up at the sky)

Unfortunately, your getaway finally comes to an end. You make the trip back home and when you finally return to the compound, you and Bucky are closer than ever. You even start to spend nights in each others' rooms (beds more like it)

You immediately start planning your next road trip but Bucky doesn't know if his bank account can take it.

[briastar-artz]

Since you all have seen my TGAMM X GF AU, here are other TGAMM AUs I drew that I come out with.

Friends In Time

Post The End Swap (I need a better name)

Also here an extra drawing I made of Todd/Scratch. Sorta like a deltarune sort of thing I think. This one is not an AU btw, I just wanted an excuse to draw him with a sword.

Below will have an info about these 2 AUs, so I'll be rambling bout it below. :)

Friends In Time

★ This AU is inspired by the Gravity Falls AU called Twins in Time. I love that AU and be like, "Hey what if Young Scratch and Adia got sent to the past but they ended up with eachother present self?"

★ This AU takes place after the 'All In The Mind' episode.

★ Scratch and Molly was messing around with the rare curses (Molly's idea) and Scratch accidentally messed it up, resulting for a portal to open up in the past and young Adia fall in it and she ended up in the present with Molly and Scratch. Past Scratch sort of witness how his friend just dissappear through a portal infront of him, another portal open up behind young Scratch and he falls in it. But instead of ending up with Molly and present Scratch, past Scratch ended up with present Adia. This left everyone confused. Especially present Adia.

★ Molly was kind of excited with the situation since she got to meet her ghost best friend old best friend. Though Scratch suggested for Molly to not reveal anything to Past Young Adia. (I mean hey, seeing your best friend kind of 'died' in the future isn't very nice to know.) I think they'll try to change Scratch name incase. He called himself Duke. They'll reveal about it later.

★ With Present Adia and Past Young Todd/Scratch, despite being confused, they both went on an adventure together while trying to get back to Brighton and find Past Young Adia.

★ Past Young Adia stick around until 'The End' episode. Present Adia with Past Young Todd/Scratch finally reach Brighton during The End too and they visit Todd's house, which also the same time Molly and Scratch and with Past Adia were there to see them.

★ The End would be a bit different than the original. Adia and Scratch finally have a talk before he goes back to his body. The Past selves are sent back to the past. And both Adia and Molly would try to help Scratch remember his time as a ghost before he and Adia went on their adventure together.

Post The End Swap

★ This is basically a personality swap between Scratch and Molly after 'The End'. Or a swap, literally. Thanks to Bill, one of the TGAMM creator for telling us what will Season 3 be like if Disney gave them a green light. This just gave me an idea on how this story would go.

★ In this AU, Scratch did not die. He is still alive and healthy and did not get into any hang-gliding incident.

★ But in this AU, Molly finally gave up her soul after experiencing the rough aftermath of how it gets harder to try to enhappify people, making Brighton better and losing people she love. (Patty becoming a ghost and Ollie moving away) She became lost and hopeless as years went on till high-school. Feeling less joy also made her wraith form change colour to pink like her eyes but a bit dull and a bit gold.

★ Idk how Scratch and Adia will meet Molly yet, but when they did Molly put a curse on them. The same curse that made Scratch got pull to Molly's side whenever she calls for him, but it's Molly who got dragged to Scratch's side when he said her name.

★ Molly had been a ghost for about a month or two. Ofc her family and friends are aware and tries to find Molly's ghost but unsuccessful. The Chens who now stay in another place after the move also being informed by the Mcgees about the situation too.

★ As for being a ghost for too long, Molly's memories started to become fuzzy and she had a hard time recalling them, slowly losing her memories and forgetting who she is. Though it's not as bad as Scratch, but she just had a hard time recalling. She forgot her name and only remember that it probably starts with a M. So Scratch just called her Moll and his reasoning is, "Idk, you just look like a Moll person." Which confused Molly, Adia and himself with it.

★ And yes, these two duo has no idea who the other are due to memory lost. Molly having a harder time to recognise Scratch since he is Todd now and alive instead of the ghost buddy she always remembers. (Same with Scratch as deep down he remember his friend being a human instead of a ghost, and the change of her wraith colour instead of gold is also less helping.) But the name sorta ring a bell for her a bit.

★ Together they tried to uncover Molly's memories as Molly follow Scratch and Adia through the adventure. Plus without them realising, they're also gonna uncover Scratch's memories too! Now it's The Ghost and and Todd/Scratch Mortenson, with Scratch being the optimistic one and Molly being EMolly or realistic and hopeless, or just season 1 Scratch but it's Molly, and Scratch is Molly but in Scratch own way, yk?

Welp these are the info I have about these 2 AUs for now. There are still more TGAMM AUs that I would love to share more in the future! Like there's ALOT in my notes. Wish I could make a fic for all of 'em. Anyways cya and have an enhappifying day/night!

B★

[bokettochild]

Hello!! I apologise if there are too many questions, but these questions have been coalescing since July of 2024 so they’ve been piling up lolol (I only just got a device that can run Tumblr)

Okay so

What if your version of Legend (That is totally canon to me now) met Bozai? (I’m sure you know, but if you don’t it’s the weird guy from BoTW/ToTK who lurks outside of Gerudo town and has a crush on Link when he wears the Gerudo vai set.) IDK my brain just came up with that when I was playing BoTW and was doing the Forgotten Sword quest lolll.

Did you teach yourself to draw? Your art is SO BEAUTIFUL and I was just wondering how you learned to draw so well! I would love to be able to draw as well as you one day <3

Your post about the art you are making for A Very Violet Valentine caught my attention. If you haven’t posted it already, could you please let me know that you have posted it somehow? I am eagerly awaiting it :))

This isn’t really a question, but OMG the way you write the LU boys is just…*chef’s kiss*. You write them so well, their personalities and appearance headcanons (For example, Legend’s sorta feminine appearance because he’s Fable’s twin and eye colour, etc. I used Legend as an example because he’s my favourite ahaha) just fit so well. Thank you for blessing us with your writings, it is very much appreciated ❤️💜💚💙

Have a great day, and I apologise for bombarding you with my questions and random statements!

Thank you so much for wasting your time to read this, it is greatly appreciated <3 <3

Hi there, I'm glad to see you here on our lovely Tumblr! I hope you enjoy your stay <3

Thanks, in advance, for the lovely asks! I love getting them and they're always fun to answer

I feel like, out of all of them, Legend would have the most extreme reaction to Bozai. Without context, he'd be weirded out, but honestly, the lad doesn't have room to judge Wild about the lengths he'll go to acquire some new items, and were Legend in his shoes (LOL) he'd likely do the same if not more! If anything, I think Legend might play into it to get all he can outta the guy, were he the one having to. Ravio taught him to be ruthless in a barter, and I don't think any of the boys are above abusing their pretty privilege.

I did! I used some books and collaborated with my siblings a lot growing up, all of us teaching each other new tricks and whatnot, but I am generally self taught! If you'd like a tip, then I'd recommend focusing on the eyes above all; anatomy is tricky and will come in time, but the soul of a character is held in their eyes, so capture that the rest will follow.

I was actually trying to finish that one during services yesterday!(I draw in church because I can't focus if I sit still) I'm blaming Wars for it taking so long; his hands and feet are being a pain in the ass and I forgot what his boots look like T-T Once I get his feet done, I'll try and post it okay? Might take me a week, but I'll try and have that up soon!

I am entirely leaning on impulse when I write the boys most days, I swear! I might also have a ton of brainrot from the manga I've read (Legend's and Twilight's) so that does tend to bleed over. I might also tend to lean into my favoritism for certain boys too LOL

Do not apologize for the many questions! As I said before, it's a delight to get to talk to others about stuff I love, and my work! So thank you, actually!

I hope you have a great day/night!

[bobbydagen24]

little idea what if Brozone's parents did come back in the future alive but they look down on Branch for being Grey.

like they see it as something that brings shame on their family and that it shows that Branch is just weak willed.

as maybe that was an attitude often held in Troll society in the old days before the events of the first film where literally every Troll went Grey Briefly.

so even knowing about Grandma's death and him only being a child they still view him going Grey for such a long time that it became partly permanent as being because he's just weak or maybe some sorta freak.

like I would imagine it as maybe in this scenario the parents were overly strict and emotionally cold they were the ones who initially pushed the older members to be perfect.

and caused them a lot of stress and issues as a result namely causing JD to follow their example after the parents walked out on them one day.

and when they return in present day claiming to be changed and remorseful over the past the older Bros are Reluctant at first but maybe

Branch and Floyd being the youngest and the ones who Remember the least about how the parents were ( in Branch's case nothing at all since he was Barely Hatched when the parents left )

are more open and keen on giving the parents another chance and somewhat push JD Bruce and Clay to do the same

which they do in the end when the parents are able to convince them that they're sorry and that they want to be a part of their lives.

only for them to at first show a subtle Different attitude towards Branch and his appearance especially after they find out its a Result of him being Grey for most of his life.

and they start more and more showing a certain attitude towards him sorta leaving him out of the family when they are all talking or doing things together

and showing no interest in him as opposed to the others and when they are alone with him he tries to approach them only for them to just be Blatant

in their disapproval of him stating he's weak and an embarrassment and he's basically a walking permanent reminder of how badly he messed up in his own life

and they can't believe one of their own flesh and blood is forever a "" Grayling "" sorta saying it as a really filthy word that they can Barely utter from their mouths.

and Despite the older Brothers just initially being happy to have the parents back in their lives they eventually kinda can't ignore how different they Treat Branch.

sorta like when someone you know is just casually being Racist or Homophobic and you feel uncomfortable by it but you don't really wanna cause conflict so you just sorta ignore it and stay quiet.

but eventually the older Bros do stick up for Branch pointing out everything he went through and overcame from such a young age and everything he's gone on to do as an adult like helping Poppy save all of their Tribes music.

and they say his left over Greyness doesn't make him weak or anything like that and if anything they're proud of him

and who he became despite going through some horrible times without any of them to support or help him which they call their parents out on while acknowledging their own fault in that as well.

and in in the end they send the parents packing since they Realise they haven't really changed and they are all better off without them.

with Brozone all being Disappointed by just what major Jerks their parents have always and will always be and Branch being somewhat upset that they looked down on him so much

but he's also at the same time pretty happy that his Bros stood up for him against their own mom and dad and even said they were proud of him.

tho of course Branch tries to act casual about his Happiness over that last part but his colours Brighten slightly giving him away with the Bros light heartedly teasing him over it

in a way making him feel slightly less bad over his physical differences.

sooo yeah just a little idea I had kinda combining past ideas about the parents being crappy people who were Harsh to Brozone while adding in some Grey Troll Discrimination.

as I find that idea kinda interesting that maybe the few permanent Grey Trolls that there are would be looked down on by some sections of Troll society

and it'd be viewed as some sorta character flaw or even a Disgusting illness that makes people wanna avoid them.

FR I Hope we do see other Permanent Grey Trolls in the future I think it could either make for an aspect of an interesting main story or at least just a neat little bit of world building if we see them Briefly.

[wannaeatramyeon]

Young!Samuel Seo with Young!Reader: Leave him be

G/N. Dinner Guest. Sorta expansion on Food.

Your mom and dad have forbidden you from wandering on your own.

It's too dangerous, you might get run over, you might get snatched. You're too young. When you're older. Blah blah blah.

Everything needs to wait until you're older. Ugh.

So how come he (and you stare accusingly at the oblivious kid) gets to wander around on his own? Entering your family's store without an adult. He even looks younger than you!

You scrunch up your face at the unfairness of it all.

.

.

Shaking, nervous fingers swipe a candy bar from a shelf before being hastily shoved into a pocket.

He glances around, peering left and right. Shifty and obvious as hell.

You open your mouth, about to yell, when you feel your father's firm grip on your arm. His lips, usually smiling and joyful, are pulled into a thin line. He shakes his head no.

"Leave him be," he murmurs.

The boy scurries out and you think life is more unfair than ever.

.

.

"Leave him be," is repeated at you each time as the adults hold you back.

What is it about the strange boy, with the unkempt hair and dirty shoes that lets him get away with so much?

The unkempt hair and dirty shoes-

And grubby oversized clothes. Same shorts and t-shirt everyday.

And coat worn thin at the elbows. Too thin for this weather, and you think about your own that your mom fusses over and wraps you in everyday.

And hands fisted by his stomach. Trying to mute his own hunger pang and rumbles.

And, today, a bruise and swelling on his right cheek. Finger prints marked into his wrist when he reaches out for the candy bar and his coat sleeve rides up.

Even as a child yourself, you finally get it - what the adults mean when they tell you to 'leave him be'.

.

.

He lingers.

Used to scurry away like an unwanted pest, not meeting your eyes on the way in or out.

Now the minutes stretch on. Elongates into double digits. Is it because the weather has turned bitter and harsh? Has your family convenience store, with tight aisles full of colourful snacks, food packaged in plastic and cartoon characters, now become a safe space?

You're playing by the back shelves, full of household odd items that never seem to shift and feel a pair of eyes watching you.

You turn and he's there. Staring.

"What are you doing?" The boy asks. It's the first time you've heard him speak.

"Playing," You shrug, and his eyebrows knit at the concept. "Wanna play? I can be the customer and you can be the owner."

He shuffles, shifts his weight from one foot to the other and back again, and you think he might bolt and that's the end of that. You'll never see him again.

But-

He looks at you with his big brown eyes, more calculating and shrewd than bears thinking about for a child his age, the bruise on his cheek now mottled green and purple and says-

"Ok."

.

.

It's a small and quiet 'ok' but he doesn't bolt. Your dad brings back drinks and snacks. All your favourites and more, and you think it's something to do with the presence of this boy-

"Samuel," he tells you, then eyes widening as if he let a secret slip.

"Y/N," you respond, not registering his reaction and only focusing on the game at hand.

"Y/N," he says quietly to himself. Trying out the sounds and syllables in his mouth.

You both play until the street lights flicker, turning on and covering the world in a warm orange hue.

"What time is it?" his head whips around nervously, reality crashing down on both your make-believe world.

"Six," your dad calls out, taking a break from stocking the ramen, "Did you want to stay for dinner?"

“Six!” Samuel exclaims, and you wonder if that is his curfew or something. Your eyes are drawn to his bruise again. "I have to go," 

He rushes towards the exit, nearly tripping over clumsy feet in his haste to leave. Trying to tug on his coat and button it, a small resistance against the unforgiving and cutting wind chill.

"Come play next time!" you shout at his retreating back.

Samuel's hand stills on the door. He turns, smiling, yearning and wistful before the cold, dark street claims him.

"Next time." 

[bipolar-sad-and-ready-to-cry]

Me made an AU ヽ(°〇°)ﾉ it’s a FNAF and subnautica AU!!!

Oki so lemme explain because there are tons of these sorta AUs so as a planet 4546B enthusiast (close to beating the first game just need to build the rocket) and as a Sun and Moon Lover, I think there needs to be more!!

Any ways my Au takes place quite a few years before the Degasi crashed into planet 4546B! Y/N comes from a government that punishes criminals by throwing them onto unknown or dangerous planets and doing it again once the criminal escapes till the criminal dies or earns their freedom, Y/N has been framed for a horrific crime, they didn’t fight because they knew they had no alibi, Y/N has never been one to have friends so it was almost as if people had been expecting them to do a horrific crime, there was no convincing them otherwise!

Y/N was basically yeeted to the planet, no one cared if they lived but they survived the landing in the ocean, they landed near the floating island, they eventually got to the safe shallows after a night on the island, of course swimming to find more resources is scary but even more terrifying when you have Thalassophobia! But before We talk more about Y/N lets talk about Sun and Moon Lore!!

Sun and Moon call each other siblings but they aren’t biological related, they just happened to hatch on the same day! They are hybrids of creatures on planet 4546B and other planets, they were artificially created by an Architect called Af-ton!!

Moon is a hybrid of a Ghost and Reaper Leviathan with human and squid! He uses the grabby grabby claws on his back to hold meals still and to hold a pillow made of kelp while he sleeps, he sleeps mostly during the day but when Sun wants to explore during the day he will stay awake to explore with him, once he meets Y/N he’ll start carrying Y/N around in his grabby claws while he swims around always comes up to give Y/N oxygen. Has a bit more tough love with getting Y/N to go deeper and swim around more deeper areas.

Sun is a hybrid of a ghost leviathan, crab snake, Mesmer and human! He uses his petal shaped things on his head to lure prey in much like a Mesmer, they will also flash bright colours when excited, curious, sad and angry! He explores a lot! He’s curious about everything! He sleeps during the night, he likes to be carried around by Moon while sleeping and is just a little touch starved for affection other than from Moon. Once he meets Y/N he’d try getting them to go deeper in the ocean and encourage them to come explore with him!

Since Sun and Moon are the youngest as the last creations from Af-ton before many of the architects uploaded their consciousness into computers, they hang out around the safe shallows to hide from the bigger hybrids, they commonly talk to Chica and Freddy but not Monty and Roxy because of their aggressive behaviour. They both explore deeper water when they can but they get word of mouth from Freddy and Chica, one day Freddy told them he saw a meteor crash into the ocean near the floating island! They go to explore and find a bunch of metal fragments where it crashed so they decided to go rest at the island before swimming back to safe shallows but instead they found an odd creature sitting on the edge of the island, small enough to not be of any danger to them but not small enough to be a quick easy snack, could it be an alien from the meteor or is it a new hybrid from Af-ton??? They’ll find out soon enough but first Y/N needs to get the courage to hop in the water

[calamitaswrath]

Honestly though one aspect of Xenoblade X not being as much in the eyes of Xenoblade fans/Nintendo that I actually enjoy is that it means that Cross is actually allowed to stay the player avatar.

Like, Fire Emblem got really popular after Awakening, which further leaned into the whole player avatar thing that FE12 already introduced, and then followed up on that with Robin and Corrin. But because Fire Emblem really went in on spin-offs once it got popular, the player avatars started appearing in stuff like Smash, Warriors and Heroes, which meant that they just had to pick one appearance for them. Which, y'know, is fair enough. But it also means that all the customization options they had in Awakening and Fates are just completely swept under the rug, to the point that Byleth, Shez and Alear don't even have any customization anymore.

What I'm getting at here with regards to Xenoblade X is that I'm just glad that default male and female Cross haven't really solidified themselves as proper character into the fanbase, because.

Look at these. They just look so boring. Sure, male Cross has a sorta interesting colour scheme, but he's just so generic. And female Cross looks like she's meant to be around the same age as Lin, which I'd really rather not have be the case. X has so much customization for your player avatar, and I'm just really glad that that still exists in the minds of X fans.

[markerofthemidnight]

The Six Veldigun And Their Horror Monster Archetypes, or How To Make A Good Veldigun OC

So I’ve been thinking a lot about Veldigun. What would happen if I created more, specifically. The thing about them is that they’re all made to fit into specific horror monster archetypes: so I figured, why not explore those archetypes to help those who want to make good OCs that seem like they’d be canon characters?

(Note to self that I only have fairly limited knowledge of horror movies, and what I have seen is based almost entirely on Kill Counts for them. So this is just a collection of that limited knowledge, plus some extra help from TV Tropes.)

The Main Six

Clyde - Basic Horror Monster

There’s really not much to say about Clyde. He’s a parody of your basic supernatural horror monsters: the Xenomorph, the Thing, Pennywise- that last one especially is clearly a big inspiration for him.

You could also say the Velociraptors from Jurassic Park (or the Indominus, or the Indoraptor- really any of the smarter dinos) and I wouldn’t blame you. Clyde’s biggest weapon is easily his intelligence, no matter how fast he is or how badly he can warp body and mind.

Winfrey - Brown Note Being

(ok I know this is kind of an awkward name given the trope’s named after a recurring joke from South Park but it’s what TV Tropes calls this kind of horror monster so I’ll go with it)

This is the best trope I could find to sum up what he is, if what was established in the old lore still keeps up. He’s really big, and mainly stays in the same place all the time, but his “music” is what makes him dangerous.

He’s like a Quiet Place monster but in reverse. Other similarities you could pull include the Bird Box monster and Medusa.

Klaus - Slasher Villain

I think it’s been said in the old lore (again, if it still keeps up) than Klaus doesn’t absorb people’s minds like the others, he just kills them. This combined with his humanoid appearance (humanoid for a Veldigun, that is) and height makes it pretty obvious what he’s pulling from.

Big members of this archetype include Ghostface, Michael Myers, Freddy Krueger (kinda?), Jason Voorhees, and- most importantly as he has been said to be a big inspiration for him- William Afton.

Jack - The Trap

This is less of a horror monster archetype and more of a horror game mechanic but come on, this is clearly what he’s pulling from.

He’s supposed to be like a mimic, or the Dread Duckies from Dark Deception. An inanimate object that you think is safe to approach, but then oh fuck, you’re dead.

Simon - The Exception

Because there’s always one of these kinds of monster. Whenever there’s a whole bunch of different monsters and they all have different mechanics, there’s always one that actually doesn’t pose a threat to you at all. Not much more to say.

The Flock - ???

…I’m not actually sure what he’s supposed to be.

My closest guess is that he’s supposed to be a horror monster that’s actually not a monster at all but just a particularly aggressive animal, like Jean Jacket from Nope. What do you guys think?

Archetype Ideas For All You OC Creators

And here’s what you’re all looking for: the part where I list off all the horror monster tropes I can think of so you can make Veldigun of them! Take a look:

Parasite/Hive Mind - Hive Mind Veldigun that has a “main body” with limited abilities but can also infect people into sorta sub-Veldigun that can’t infect others themselves and can also be killed. How would you guys take this? I’m thinking “nest of countless brightly-coloured, itching ants that lay eggs under your skin to brainwash you” myself.

Mind Hive - Ok, what if there was a Veldigun that didn’t absorb minds in the same way the others do? As in, there is no “main” Veldigun and instead just all of its victims fighting for control?

Little Menaces - This is kinda a sub-kind of the hive mind idea I brought up earlier but think about it. You know Gremlins? What if that but Veldigun?

Blind/Deaf - This trope has become ALL TOO FUCKING popular in the past few years. We need a Veldigun about it.

Ghostlike - Basically if Grimmso got the chance he deserved. All the basic ghost abilities: invisibility, intangibility, flight, etc. Is this a bit too OP for a Veldigun? Yes. Do I care? No.

Living Curse - This kinda wasn’t worded correctly but imagine a Veldigun that’s less of a tangible entity and more of a force. Like the Smile curse, or the Killer Track from Hatchetfield.

[thesnailtail]

hello neutual (new mutual). the idea of your MMJ -> Niigo genreswap is eating at my brain . I'm incredibly interested

;; hello neutual!!!!

;; is this an invitation to infodump? im taking this as an invitation to infodump :3

;; more more jump! the anonymous music circle who's members hide away from the public.

;; jist of everything is that minori "rinrin" starts composing to improve her abilities in idol auditions (don't question it), then (in order) airi "riri" gets roped in as the mv maker, then shizuku "rook" as the artist and after a whole lotta plot and sekai shenanigans, haruka "ruka" as the lyricist.

;; their personalities and whatnot are mostly the same. minori is super energetic and hopeful, for all except three hours of the day where she's the opposite (luckily she's usually asleep), haruka is haruka except sleep deprived and the guilt complex is worse, talking to airi is a 50/50 on whether she'll glare at you or walk away and shizuku... we'll get to that.

;; their sekai is the fairytale sekai and it's basically a massive forest, except for the one massive clearing that has a stage. except the stage is not in good condition..

;; each vocaloid is based off of a different fairytale thing. miku (princess) and luka (witch) are their starting vocaloids, but (in order) rin (some sorta forest spirit-esque thing) shows up in colour of myself, meiko (mythical creature tamer) shows up in you deserve it! break time!, kaito (royalty) shows up for worldwide wander and len (also some sorta forest spirit-esque thing) shows up at some other point that i haven't decided.

;; the order of events is slightly shuffled, only because colour of myself needs to be first. because colour of myself is the "shizuku quit your job" event. did i mention that she didn't quit during the main story? yeah she never gets the push she needs to quit and stays there. -> because the cloverdamned turning point quote is haruai

;; which leads back to the "and shizuku... we'll get to that." comment. yeah she's not doing well. she's been balancing work and these meetings (one of which she enjoys and finds comfort in. hint: it isn't the one involving her groupmates who hate her) so she's stressed, dealing with perfectionism and all that.

;; at some point in colour of myself, minori gets really sick and shizuku is very iffy about it. (her and rin were witness to minori starting her "sekai research", part one of which was to eat plants in the sekai. something bad happened.) that's the most random fact anyway continuing on

;; minori solves her problems in every event by getting a whole lot of sugar in her system, acting like 'normal' then sugar crashing at about four am. which is when she sleeps for three hours or just cries for no discernable reason. then she repeats this at seven am.

;; group relationship wise is funny because. minori is more chill about being in a group with the other three (having worked out their identities way before they all worked out each others and having time to process that).

;; so minoharu is along the lines of "ruka-chan responds to my kindness with trust issues. what do i do"

;; minoai is airi daring minori to do dumb stuff and minori doing it then airi getting incredibly concerned as she injures herself in more and more unhinged ways

;; and minoshizu is "[says anything]" "yeah, same".

;; haruai are attempting to murder each other at any given point. i would be joking but one of their first interactions (that ive written) in sekai is: "oh are you not gonna say hello to your groupmate momoi?" "go fuck yourself." "id rather not."

;; harushizu are looking at each other's situations and going "at least mine isn't that bad". <- they are both bad in different ways

;; shizuai is shizuai. airi is the main encourager for shizuku getting out of cheerful*days and shizuku is the number one fan of airi.

;; all of them are clingy, in very different ways. minori just needs to be able to hear them over call or see them and she's happy. shizuku will just grab onto people (airi or minori usually). airi and haruka act like they aren't clingy but panic if they haven't heard anything from one of their groupmates in a day.

;; this au is where the minoshizu part of this fic came from!

[nana-mania]

“BIRDS OF A FEATHER” you and him are soulmates...

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛oneshot

࿐*ೃ feat : nahoya kawata

࿐*ೃ fandom : tokyo revengers

࿐*ೃ extra : fem! reader, yandere! reader

.࿐*ೃ trigger warning : sorta graphic details of torture scene, bdsm, yandere behavior, blood

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ OH, you were so in love.

Seeing him for the first time painted your grey world with kaleidoscopic colours. Hearing his attractive voice made your heart skip a beat that you recorded his voice everytime he was talking near you. Seeing his big smile never cease to brighten up your day.

Since you were only a child, you used to loathe school as you despised being forced to socialize. You preferred staying at home and isolated yourself in your personal sanctuary also known as your bedroom, the only place in this world that made you feel safe. But since you met him, you started to like school.

Nahoya Kawata was his name. Such a beautiful name fitting for a perfect man like him. People around, especially his twin brother, addressed him as "Smiley", referring to his tendency to smile almost all the time. You yourself had never seen him without a smile before.

He was charming, cute and funny.

You started interacting with him during your first year in highschool though it was mostly one-sided. Around that time, Souya, his twin brother, was absent to school so Nahoya attended school alone. Not to mention, that was his first time showing up at school ever since the new school year started. Unfortunate for him, that day, the teacher assigned the students to complete an assignment in pair.

While most classmates had found their partner for the assignment, two students remained alone. Those two students were you and Nahoya. The teacher forced you to pair up with him even though you firmly assured you were capable of finishing the assignment alone. When Nahoya approached you and sat in front of you, your world suddenly stopped turning. Your heart beat rapidly in your chest as your gaze landed on him.

At the moment you saw his bright smile, something inside you...changed.

"This is shit and I suck at this subject. My bad but I have to leave everything to you. You don't mind, do you?"

You were at loss for words as Nahoya had finished talking. You tried to speak but your voice cord didn't work, as if refusing to cooperate. You ended up staying quiet the whole time while Nahoya giddily led all conversation. He barely did any work yet you didn't care. You finished the assignment yourself and still gave him credit.

It wasn't his fault he couldn't contribute to the assignment. You were too nervous to talk to Nahoya properly. His flirtatious voice, his cute laughter made your heart fluttered with excitement.

How was it possible for a single man to make you act this way?

Nahoya and you had been in the same class since first year of highschool. He skipped school often so you ended up stalking him outside school hours. For two years straight, you stalked him, learnt many things about him and fell in love with him more everyday.

Now, you both were in third-year. You barely saw Nahoya on the first year of high school as you knew he was involved with lots of gang activities. But he came to school more often these days. You heard rumors that the gang he joined had disbanded around the time you and him were about to finish first year of highschool.

Seeing him at school more often was a blessing for you. Not only you could observe him more but you could stare at him all day while he was busy spacing out in class. Watching him doing silly stuffs like annoying Souya, doodling questionable things on his desk, dozing off during lesson.

It wasn't that hard for you to watch him as Nahoya sat next to you.

Regardless of the joy you felt, there was a downside to this change in Nahoya's life. Considering he presented himself to school a lot more these days, many of your female classmates started to pay attention to him. His bright personality as extrovert made him approachable hence unsurprisingly, he got along well with the rest of the class.

You didn't want to lose him. You couldn't let other girls stole him from you. So you decided to change yourself to be in the same league as him.

You developed your communication skills, enhanced your charm as a woman and improved your seductiveness. You even changed your style, from head to toe, but the external change wasn't as tremendous as your internal change. It wasn't like your old self was completely gone. You were just...pretending to be a friendly, cheerful trendy girl to protect your loved one. You would not lie, you were proud of yourself for the dedication you poured into this. Now, there were two popular figures in class.

Nahoya and you.

While you were adored by the boys, Nahoya became the major heartthrob for the girls. Despite undergoing such massive transformation, you were yet to have the capability to interact with Nahoya properly. Both of you were like strangers in class now.

Nahoya used to greet you everytime he saw you but now...he no longer did that. He became cold out of nowhere. He greeted everyone in class except you. You were heartbroken but you didn't give up. After all, what's love without a few obstacles and hardship? This was a test for your loyalty and love for him!

You needed to do everything in your power to fix this situation then win his heart.

One of your female classmates organized a party. She came from a rich family so the party was a luxurious one. Everyone was demanded to wear fancy garments or they would get kicked out.

"Anybody who dresses like a damn hobo doesn't deserve a place in MY party!"

You weren't a huge fan of fancy dresses and you had no interest in attending the party. Of course, you had to take part because Nahoya would be there. You couldn't let it slide. That girl, the party host, had a huge crush on Nahoya. If you didn't join the party, there was a chance for her to steal him from you.

For once, you asked your parents to buy you something. They were more than glad to buy you expensive goods since you were their one and only child. Plus, you were very "well-behaved" in their eyes. When you asked them to buy you something, they were overjoyed. You never asked your parents to buy you anything. Only this time, you had to as the dress you wished to own was over your budget.

You made the right choice. The dress looked perfect on you. Not too revealing, easy to move around despite being a dress and you could potentially outshine the party host, also known as your female classmate, your current rival.

You were the center of attention at the party.

Everyone's eyes were on you as you casually walked around the host's fancy house, quietly enjoying the food and pretending to not notice the eyes studying you. Even Nahoya couldn't take his eyes off of you.

"Hey, (L/n)... Mind some company?" A boy, one of the attractive boys in your class, offered you a drink. You accepted it with a smile even though you were mentally gagging at the way he smiled at you.

You want Nahoya to smile at you like that.

The boy's smile widened before he boldly wrapped his arm around your waist. Now, you weren't expecting for him to be so daring. You chuckled awkwardly and tried to push him away. "Hey, save that for later. Why don't we chat first?"

You made up an excuse and he bought it. He began happily talking to you, discussing about your "transformation" and how much he had been attracted to you since then. Occasionally, his eyes would flicker from your eyes to your lips. His hand started to slowly rub your hips.

"You are eager, aren't you?" You managed out while cracking a fake smile, cringing at your own words. He brushed it off with low chuckles. You then looked away from him, your gaze landed on Nahoyaand a girl who happened to be the host of the party.

Oh, you were boiling with rage.

The girl was flirting with your future husband, her arms wrapped around his neck as she playfully caressed his fluffy hair. You wanted to go over to them and smash her head into the wall repeatedly until she dies. But you had to hold back that dangerous urge.

"So, (L/n)...why don't we-"

"Fuck off."

Too tired to keep up your fake facade, you left the boy perplexed as he questioned himself where he did wrong. You walked away from him and you glimpsed at Nahoya once again.

He was looking into your direction.

You didn't know if you were imagining it or if it was real. But you were in hurry and couldn't think straight.

You needed to plot your revenge.

When the party was over, you approached her. "Hey, (Rival/name)." You greeted (R/n) joyfully, pretending as if you were delighted to meet her. She was shocked as she thought everyone else had gone home. "What the fuck- Why are you still here?! Go home!" She shouted at you, displeased with your presence.

"Chill, Young Lady." You sarcastically remarked, handing over a glass of water to (R/n). She looked at the glass, glaring at you. "Stop pretending to be nice, attention whore." She spat at you, swatting your hand away from her. The glass fell from your grip and dropped on the floor, shattering to thousand pieces.

"You became the center of attention by dressing like a slut and now you want to tell to my face how better you are? FYI, I only invited you because you are an eye candy to the boys. If I didn't, none of the guys would agree to come, even my own boyfriend. So shut the hell up and leave my house AT ONCE." (R/n) shoved you with a bit force. You were forced to step back a few metres from her.

The rich girl suddenly chuckled, throwing a dirty look at you while presenting a smirk of victory. "But hey...you didn't get the special attention from Nahoya-kun. Oh my God, he was so sweet just now. I kept losing track of time because he was too good at flirting."

She was lost in her own made-up fantasy, imagining things that didn't actually happen but it happened in her own perspective. Nahoya didn't even flirt with her. Most of the time, she was the only one talking. The conversation was practically one-sided.

Hearing that, you were on the verge of losing your temper.

"Nahoya-kun is much better than my current boyfriend. That asshole can't keep it in his pants. You must be happy to steal his attention from me. But go ahead and have him, (L/n). I'm gonna dump that dumbass anyway-"

Before (R/n) could finish talking, you tackled her to the ground and strangled her with all your might. She kept thrashing and struggling under you, her legs kicking back and forth to free herself. Her choked scream couldn't be heard by anyone considering she was alone right now.

There were only you and her in the house.

Her face was turning blue, her eyes rolled back into her head. Saliva dripping down the corner of her mouth, her erratic movement gradually came to a halt. When it fell into silence, you snapped back to your sense. You observed the woman underneath you, lifeless. You didn't feel an ounce of sympathy at all. In fact...you felt contented.

Your rival...was gone. No one would get in the way of your love again.

At least for now..

"...I need to get rid of this bitch." You exclaimed calmly.

Lucky for you, you already got your driving license and owned your first car, which was also bought by your parents. They bought it as gift for passing your driving license test. You loved your parents so much.

You drove back home, dragging the body down to the basement and took out your circular saw, originally owned by your father. You didn't forget to put on the raincoat to cover yourself. You dismembered the body of your rival, the raincoat you were wearing now drenched with blood. Your face darkened with madness as you witnessed the gory sight of your dismembered, dead enemy.

Once the dismemberment was done, you shoved each of the dismembered body part in a black garbage bag. There were six garbage bags in total, which meant you had to throw these garbage bags at six different places to avoid suspicion.

This was your first murder yet you were unfazed. You soon stored all the trash bags in the car boot and drove away from your house.

You drove around the neighborhood and other neighbourhoods to find the incinerator area to get rid of the dismembered body parts perfectly. It was late night so no one was out. Most stores were close except for some shops which were opened for 24/7.

Unbeknownst to you, you ended up in the neighbourhood where Nahoya lived as you were to absorbed in getting rid of the body parts.

You found another incinerator area which was left unattended. No camera, completely unlocked. You smiled in relief. This would be your last stop before you could go home and rest.

You got out of the car and took out one last trash bag...which contained the head of (R/n). You went over to the incinerator and opened its two doors. You were eager to dump it when you suddenly heard a familiar voice.

"(Y/n)...is that you?"

Your heart beat faster in anxiousness as you instantly recognized the voice. How could you not? That sweet, seductive voice belonged to your crush...you would never forget it.

You turned to Nahoya, standing still as he fixed his gaze at you. You were frozen in fear as you were exposed, not to mention the witness was the man you loved. Due to panic, you dropped the trash bag. Tears were pooling in your eyes. You crossed your arms over your face as attempt to hide from Nahoya. "N-No...I can explain myself-"

"Oh, you are getting rid of "trash" too~♡" Nahoya exclaimed playfully, his grin widening with excitement. Confused by his words, you hesitantly looked at him. He approached you but you stepped back, still feeling nervous with him.

"Say, why don't you try peeking inside the incinerator properly first?" He whispered into your ear eagerly, making you feel weak in the knees. You did as he asked, taking a look inside the incinerator. Your eyes grew wide in astonishment. You didn't see it earlier considering you were in rush.

There was already a body inside.

The body of the boy who flirted with you earlier.

"What...did you do this?"

"Obviously."

Nahoya suddenly grasped your waist. Your face heated up from the physical contact. "I can never forgive anyone who tries to make you theirs...(Y/n)." He whispered into your ear. You tilted your head up, your body heat increasing.

"I thought...you hated me. Because you suddenly stopped talking to me."

"That's your fault for becoming too popular. You suddenly changed and all boys paid attention to you. I should be the only one giving you attention."

"I just wanted to become someone of the same league as you."

"I prefer the real you, (Y/n)."

When you heard that, your heart jumped in happiness. You weren't wrong to fall for Nahoya. He...loved you for who you were. He saw the real you, not the you who masked yourself with fake cheerful personality to grasp the hearts of others.

"Man...we share so many similarities. You got rid of that annoying hag for me? Thanks, (Y/n)♡." He chuckled happily. "You must be tired from this, right? Now...why don't you..." Nahoya unzipped the bloody raincoat with his gloved hand. He removed the raincoat and your rubber gloves, dumping them in the incinerator. "Leave the rest to me, okay?"

You stepped back and let Nahoya finished your job. He picked up the trash bag and dumped it inside the incinerator before switching it on. Nahoya looked like he was used to doing this.

And all of sudden, everything clicked.

This explained the disappearance of some male students at your school.

You realized that lately, some boys from your school had disappeared mysteriously. And all of them were the boys who confessed to you. You brushed it off as coincidence. It never crossed your mind that someone was doing that kind of job...for you.

'He...has been getting rid of those boys...for me? Nahoya did? So, our feelings are indeed...mutual.' your face intensified with bright blush, fascinated by the efforts he did behind your back.

You were not the only one in love. Nahoya felt the same.

When Nahoya was done, he walked back to you. He pinched your chin between his fingers, brushing your lips with the tip of his fingers. You still had a little blood stain on your face and ankle but not even a moment, Nahoya showed a hint of disgust. In fact, it turned him on.

"So.." he paused, then wrapped his arm around your waist. "Why don't you show me your place? There must be lots of cleaning left for you to do.."

"I can help with that."

You did. You brought him to your place.

You couldn't resist him. The way he smiled at you as he politely asked to see your place melted your heart. And the fact that he kept rubbing your thigh as you drove earlier... My god, you almost went insane.

Nahoya assisted you with the rest of the cleaning, from the circular saw to cleaning the whole basement, leaving everything spotless and flawless without any dirt or stain. You told him to make himself comfortable while you go to take a quick shower.

' He is in my house... He IS in MY HOUSE..'

You couldn't stop thinking of the things you had fantasized to do with Nahoya..

'What if he asks to go to my bedroom..? Oh, God... I will never be able to hold back myself anymore..'

You left the bathroom and put on your favourite pajama. You went over back to the living area where you found Nahoya waiting. He seemed to be inspecting your family photos. "Mhm..she is so cute.." Nahoya muttered to himself whilst studying a picture of you as a kid. You were raising a trophy high in the air , one that you won during your kindergarten Sport's Day.

"There is nothing interesting here...just a.."

"A cozy house perfect for a small family. You have loving parents."

"Your parents are nice too."

"Yeah but my mom is hella scary and crazy when she is mad. Always hitting me with her sandal, especially when I prank my twin brother."

You laughed along with Nahoya upon hearing the funny story. Silence filled the room as he continued inspecting each of your family pictures. You walked close to him before hugging him from behind. Nahoya stayed still, feeling your arms around his waists wrapped tightly. He placed his palm on the back of your hand, rubbing his thumb soothingly. "What's wrong, (Y/n)?" He chuckles then intertwined his fingers with yours.

Nahoya grasped your hands and untangled your arms from his body before turning you around, pinning you against wall. He nestled his knee between your thighs. Heat rushed up to your head at the position you were in right now.

Nahoya leaned closer to your ear, whispering flirtatiously, "Can't resist me anymore?"

Nahoya looked at your face. You were staring at him, with lovestruck gaze full of infatuation. God, how he was so in love with that gorgeous gaze of yours. "We are really birds of a feather, huh?" Nahoya exclaimed, pinching your chin between his fingers and pulling you close to his face. His lips were only inch away from yours.

You were frustrated. Nahoya was a huge teaser. He knew you were going insane right now, desperate to have his lips locked with yours. And he was enjoying every second of your frustration while his knee pressed against your covered lower region harder. "Who would have thought my innocent, quiet girl...turned out to be a cold-blooded killer like me?"

"You are indeed my soulmate, (Y/n)."

Without wasting more moments, Nahoya smashed his lips against yours. Your eyes went wide but you melted into the kiss in an instant. You wrapped your arms around his neck, his arms slithered around your waist. "Nahoya," you moaned out his name softly. "I love you so much."

"Oh, (Y/n)," Nahoya whispered into your ear, his lips planting wet kisses on your neck. "I fucking love you more." He chuckled when he earned a loud moan from you. "Mhm, fuck. I love your voice so much..cry for me, (Y/n)."

"I'm gonna make you cry out my name until you fucking pass out,"

You would be lying if his words didn't turn you on. There were heart shapes in your eyes as you started rubbing your clothed private part against his knee. "Please," You begged, "Make me yours, Nahoya. I belong to you, only you."

"Fuck yes, you are." Nahoya was delighted. He kissed you again passionately, his tongue never stop exploring the inside of your mouth. You kept staring at him with infatuation.

Finally, he became yours.

࿐*ೃ thanks for reading this short scenario! likes, interaction and reblogs are deeply appreciated ♡

[shadows-radio-channel]

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heya shadow lace, its ur biggest fan indo go keepin it racing and real on the radio

soz my line’s been dead for a hot minute, the creative juices ran dry and I lost signal for about a week, but I came across a little something I wrote back in my bat city days which I thought id send out on the airwaves

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what does sunlight taste like?

is it better than all this fake light?

does it feel different to all this artificial glow

when city street lights are all you’ll ever know?

does it feel the way that breakfast should?

does it make you believe in something good?

does it make the air smell sweeter?

does it make the grass grown greener?

could it make these filth filled streets feel cleaner?

or would it make the S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W/S meaner?

so I guess for now ill stay beneath this chemical white light

which casts shadows even at midnight

and wonder if ill ever know the taste of sunlight

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hope yall liked the sound of that!

I know that out here we don’t tend to talk about our lives back in the city, but when things in the desert get tough and I wonder if life would have been easier if I stayed in the city, I read this and remind myself why I left, because out here you can show your true colours, out here you can taste the sunlight and feel the air on your skin. I hope this poem does the same for everyone listening <3

well, that’s all from me folks! passing back over to shadow lace now

see you all out there, keep running!

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Omg!! Indi Go, you're here! I was literally just wondering where you went, I'm so glad you got signal (and your creative flow) back.

Thank you, for sharing this poem. I think it's totes important for this sorta stuff to be said; it can be easy to look back to what we thought were better times when the Zones are being particularly cruel, but the freedom we get out here will always be better than Battery City.

Once again, thank you to Indi Go for the amazing poem and like, I think that's it for today? I'm probs gonna be busy since Val's coming over. Shadow Lace signing off!

[bismuthburnsblue]

sooo. im thinking a bit about what cosplay im gonna make next, and i think ive narrowed it down to a couple options, but i want you to have all the options!

other options on the list include: Sailor Neptune (school uniform) - Sailor Moon (i think ive got a group for this!), Janet - The Good Place, Loki - Avengers Academy (the one i started last year), or Female Stede - Our Flag Means Death. a lot of these projects i have some level of plan for & wanna do some day, i just have stronger opinions on Kyoko/Toph. but if any of those sound more interesting to you! i am down. i wouldnt list options i didnt want

propaganda + images below

Kyoko is a costume that i have been planning for SO long, and finally feel like my skills are somewhere where ill be able to do her justice. i have a lot of the materials for this costume, including the wig, and even have a pattern plan for the main part of the garment. HOWEVER. my main material is velvet. and none of my other materials are any nicer to work with. i want to make the boots from scratch, i want to learn new wig making techniques, i want to make the spear to its full potential. this is going to be a big, complicated, time consuming project, and ill probably put it down at least once for my own mental wellness. its a dream costume of mine and i want to do it justice. its going to be a challenge, super technical and precise, but i think itll be worth it. its also going to be less comfortable, corset & velvet are not... the best con combo (also its a shorter skirt than i usually like, so ill be emotionally uncomfortable)

(also the more i think about it the more im... eh about the colour of my main velvet so um. might end up rebuying that)

Toph on the other hand, i have none of the materials for. i do have a source idea for the cream fabrics but nothing else at all. my design plan is sorta NATLA inspired- still the animated Toph costume, just drawing on the fabric and textures the netflix show used (especially with the Kyoshi warriors), which means some Sourcing will have to be done to find fabrics with the right weight & drape for my plans. this style of looser patterning is also new to me, not to mention pants.... though i think Toph would be a good project to avenge myself there honestly.

in general, this is gonna be a much easier make, and a nice comfy costume for cons, but at the same time, its a lot of expense out the gate, fabric shopping i dont neeeeed to do, and definitely still has some areas that test my skills (wig in Particular). i havent put as much time and energy into thinking about this build, but it has been on my list for some time and i wont regret making it.

(pictures of the others i mentioned. obviously no picture for my stede design but i was thinking of drawing inspo from the historical dresses in the show- some of marys, and evelyns, and the crowd scenes- and obviously stede himself, and then also reference real history. i dont own anything suitable for this time period so the first project would be stays i suspect!)

[yourbigendergremlet]

hi! i come from @/yourbigendergremlet-temp, in which you made a post detailing how u found out xe/xer pronouns felt right for you (and asking other neopronoun users the same question: how'd you find out your pronouns fit for you? or smth along the lines of that. verbatim.).

you mentioned how it (xe/xer pronouns) felt red, and how ze/zir prns felt yellow and you didnt like the shape of it and thus you dont use it.

i came to ask: do you have grapheme-color synesthesia?

(sounds mighty like it, but u dont gotta answer this if you wouldnt like to) (apologies, this question isnt abt pronouns or gender but im immensely curious 🙏🏽🙏🏽)

(Dw im flad to answer any questions)

Ive never actually thought about that properly before but maybe? I have associations of colours that letters or numbers are that have always stayed consistant but idk what exactly people who have it see so i dont know how to tell? Like im typing now (on dark mode) and the writing is clearly white, but letters do have their own feeling of colours. For example: 2 is yellow, 4 is dark blue, 6 is green, 7 is brownish, 8 is blue, 9 is purple, 0 is sorta blackish, m is red, v is orange, h is pale yellow brown, t is blue, w is pale blue, g is green, u is hot pinkish etc and there are a lot of letters and numbers rhat while i cant put a finger on what exactly it feel like, they do each have their own sensations and sorlour that i just cant articulate as a definitive colour. It also makes sense that 1 would be pink... but i dont like it lol

Ze/zir and xe/xer to me look/feel like this:

Also individual words dont have each letter be their colour but instead each word has an overall feeling/colour/sensation(?) But longer numbers e.g. (randomly typed rn) 2974.6 has each number sort of be their distinct thing but like on an overlay layer as if you put a uniting colour iver it so they sorta look similar or united? Like in different contexts at that moment different numbers or letters can sort of slightly change colour, say 9 is purple, but i have a yellowish wash over it so it looks closer to black like when you put a coloured filter over other colours

Also sometimes the colours can overlap, like wednesday is pale blue, yellow and sometimes pale green and they are all distictly their own thing and all consistantly there all the time, as if i jave 3 solid, opaque layers with each colour but i can feel them all there at the same time and while the pale blue alayer feels on top i still feel it distinctly the other colours

(Also visualising the layers looks like 3d layers of like paper or something on top of each ither, i can feel the thickness)

As for shape, idk, sometimes the shape really just does impact how i feel about something like this. While i cant put a finger on what sort of shape ze/zir is, it just doesnt feel comfortable, especially with the combination of the colour

Also funny thing, im british so spell "colour" with a "u" while is america its spelled "color" and ive never liked the american spelling becuase i could always feel the distinct lack of the "u" in the shape of it, it feels the same length as the british spelling (even though tuped out its shorter) but the letters were just feeling too round and weird and the overall colour or the american spelling feels too brown without the colour of the u to counteract it so it always feels so weird for me to ever spell it "color"

I most likely have space-time synesthesia because i do see caladar year as a ring around me and other time things as specific shapes even though i wouldnt be able to put a finger on what exactly it looks like or wouldnt be able to draw it but it is all seen as like a 3d shape around me. Like december is blue and behind me to my right etc

Sorry this kinda went long winded because i was kinda figuring it out as i was typing this so it kinda went on a sorta long ramble lol, hope this was interesting?

[coldslaws-gear-station]

So, I was in a good mood and I couldn't sleep, so I decided "Y'know, my AU has been giving me insane brain rot lately. I should really go do those concept designs!" My mood very quickly diminished by the 3 hour mark.

So just to preface, since these are concept designs they're all on the same body type and blank pose, as all three of them have different body types and sketching out all three of them would've actually made me go looney, also they're headless like all outfit design concepts should be

So let's start with the easiest design; N!

Her design is relatively the same as their canon outfit, just with his over shirt being transformed into a coat. The collar be more loosened to symbolise a more laid back kind of personality, and her turtle neck extending to their hands simply because I like it. Other than all that, she's the same, nothing to really note

Now we're going into a bit more of a complex design; Ghetsis

I'll admit I had some fun with this. A long dynamic coat to symbolise his incredibly dramatic personality, along with a faux corset to symbolise nobility in his iconic colouring. Flared pants simply because I like it and gloves for obvious reasons, the belts simply exist to be dramatic, they don't actually have a working purpose. Big pockets because he carries around too much stuff, and of course the plasma insignia.

His outfit is very covered, to show his modesty but also to hint as his body image issues that I won't elaborate on right now. However I did notice this left me without a section to colour with his skin tone, so I just slapped it above the turtle neck even though it basically covers his neck.

Now let's get to the problem child that had me dreading the end run of this; Alder

Do you remember that post you made about making designs more complex than a tshirt and pants gives you a hernia? I felt that, I felt that so far into my bones. If you look closely you can see the point where I just fucking gave up at getting it in the lines.

The fur is designed to give off more of a "look at me, obviously I'm important" sorta vibe. Also his front piece on his poncho on the canon design being switched to be on his back is to symbolised a "flipped" personality. Sun charm because I heavily associate him with the sun, wrappings around his hands and feet because he used to punch things too much but now he finds the pressure of the wrappings comforting, and the ones around his feet are because he literally never wears shoes. In his defence though he stayed in his room basically all of his life, you don't wear shoes in your room, at least I don't.

The moment I draw this bastard genuinely outside of concepts I may actually perish, this bastard gave me more of a headache than you could possibly imagine. But a complex design shows a complex character in a way, god I fucking hate drawing fur

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YEAAAHHH WOOOO THESE ARE GREAT . im a big fan of alders specifically i think you did great. also dw about the bodies i do the same, i have a little doll i use as a base when i need to design shit. agent mara and bau penny were made with the same base LMAO (still need to finish bau penny </3 but exact same problem, making outfits is torture. he's actually THE reason i made the hernia post his outfit has been a fuckging nightmare SIX HOURS OF WORK AND I STILL DONT HAVE A DESIGN I LIKE)

n is very cute though and i like the sorta glove thing going on. n with gloves or any kind of hand wrap really makes me 🥺😳 idk what it is.

ghetsis's coat is REALLY fucking cool ugh<3 love the warm tone on the base color. although ghetsis i will admit the eye pattern might make folks mistake you for a villain again /lh

and again alders is 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 literally straight fire i think it's so great. i love the emblem especially and the colors all come together fantastically it's just 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 WOOOOO YEAH. can't wait to draw these mfs when i feel human again