#drew noodle legs for the first time

[orangetrex7777]

I Finally have the time to draw again so I've been back on my monochrome art kick bcuz I am a simple creature who likes the way it looks

[heian-era-housewife]

This fic is part of the Monster Mash collaborative event hosted by @nanamiscocksleeve ♡

Synopsis | Things get a little monstrous when you end up swapping bodies with the very curse you were sent to destroy.

Content | mdni 18+, f!reader x CurseMonster!Sukuna, slight dubcon, body swap, sex (piv), oral (f receiving), dp, biting, mention of blood, swearing, sukuna is ooc, you *literally* fuck yourself, it gets weird.

Word Count | 2.7 k

A/N | Idea credit to the ever-creative @noodle-is-unstable . Click HERE to see the SMAU that inspired this story and be sure to check out Noodle's other works!

"Come now, you mustn't stop trying!" The monster's voice rang out into the night.

Your lungs burned with each ragged breath as you drew in the cool evening air. You'd been sparring for what felt like hours. Aloft on a Tokyo highrise rooftop, you and the beast you'd been hunting for weeks had finally come to clash.

A wayward smile curled your lips. "Don't you worry, Sukuna. I'm just getting started."

"It seems he's looking for a vessel." Yaga had informed you when the monster curse first appeared.

"A vessel?"

"Someone he can posses. Someone with strength and powers to match, to maximize his abilities. That's why we're sending you." He counceled.

"Why me?" You asked, thinking of at least a dozen more qualified sorcerers. You weren't even special grade.

"Because you are the only one Ryomen Sukuna can't control."

It's true, your ability was unique. Rather than a cursed technique, you had what could only be described as "curse resistance". While you weren't the strongest fighter, cursed energy rolled off your back like droplets of water. And while not entirely immune, you could take a hit like no other. In the odd case of bodily posession, you were a stone fortress.

In the weeks since your dispatch, you'd spent your time tracking the four-armed monster. Learning his methods, his motives, the sound of his voice- and he was well aware. He left you red herrings, had you chasing down bootless errands, and generally toyed with you like his own personal plaything. But your game of cat-and-mouse was coming to a head and there was just one thing neither of you had counted on.

Fatal attraction.

Impervious to his flame, you walked toward him through the raging inferno like something out of an action thriller. The warmth of his curse lapping at your skin as you sauntered through. The air between you thick with heat and excitement.

"You're stronger than I imagined." He praised. "I'm impressed." A rare acknowledgement from the monster of all curses.

"And you're not nearly as hideous as they claim." You teased. "Almost a pity I have to kill you." A dreadful smile curled his lips as you dodged another glancing blow. He was fast and clever, spurred on by your fighting spirit and already privy to your curse resistance, or so you believed. Somehow, he seemed to be enjoying himself, and with every volley of witty banter you were finding yourself feeling the same.

"Such an odd technique you have." He called over the roar of flame and the whiff of mislaid punches. While he realised early on the only real way to take you out would be with his own bare hands, the flames acted as a blind for his pursuit of an ambush, the close proximity of the rooftop forcing you both into a violent waltz. "There's just one thing I haven't been able to work out." He continued.

"What's that?" You panted.

"How is it you're generating these feelings of arousal?"

You stopped, stunned. Did he say "arousal?"

In your moment of distraction, he managed to land a kick, swiping your legs from beneath you and sending you tumbling to the ground. Your back hit the roof with enough force to knock the air from your lungs. And there was the face of the monster, mere inches from yours. His intricate markings stretching handsomely over his wry smile. His sharp teeth bared in a predatory sneer. Two of his hands had you pinned at the wrists, stretched back above your head. The other two bore down on your hips as he knelt above you, caging you in. You froze, certain your luck had run out. All four eyes peered down at you, the smallest glimmer of sadness in his crimson gaze, perhaps at the thought of his fun being over. But in his furrowed brow still lingered a questioning look.

"Speak." He said simply.

Surely he hadn't been serious?

"Answer me, brat!" He urged, warm breath fanning your face.

"I don't 'generate' arousal." You almost laughed. Such a ridiculous situation you were in, pinned beneath the monster you'd been sent to kill, the one you'd started falling for, as he unwittingly confessed his mutual attraction.

Slowly, he lowered his body onto yours, careful not to crush you under his towering weight. Bringing his lips to your ear, he purred his next question.

"Then how do you explain this?"

With a roll of his hips you felt it, the warmth of not one but two massive bulges pressing hungrily between your thighs. Even clothed you could feel them twitch upon contact. Your eyes widened.

"S-Sukuna!" You gasped.

"Surely it's you who's doing this." His graveled voice just barely above a whisper. "No mortal being has ever made me feel such a way." His words sent heat rushing straight to your core, and creeping wantonly up your neck. When you spoke, your voice was thick with need.

"Sukuna, I don't have a cursed technique... I have curse resis-"

"Shhh." He hushed, breathing deeply against your neck. "You will make a most worthy vessel."

"Sukuna!" You urged, squirming slightly under his hold. "Listen, would you let that go? Besides, I'm resistant to curse-"

"All I need is a bit of your blood." He cooed as if to a lover. Your head was spinning. So desperate for his touch, and yet you needed stop him. Who knew if your resistance would hold up to his sheer force of will. It was taking all that you had just to try and think clearly. But the two of you were growing ever more desperate. Your hips bucking up in sheer agony against the firmness of his cocks, still pressing into you.

He rutted against you, half whimpering half growling as he dragged his teeth deep against your pulse. The heat, the longing for his sex, and whatever energy he was using all began to overwhelm you. Darkness flooded the corners of your vision as droplets of warm blood beaded on your neck where his sharp canines were carving their mark. A distant voice yelled out in a sultry mix of pleasure and pain. Your voice.

The weight of his cocks and his name in your throat were the last things you felt before going under.

When you awoke moments later it was to the taste of metal on your tongue, the smell of something provocatively sweet, and an ache like you'd never felt between your legs. Your eyes rolled in their sockets as you forced them back open, your vision was doubled, unfocused. But as you went to rub your eyes, you nearly fell over, shocked to discover that you now had four. Staring down at your trembling hands you realized those, too, had doubled.

"What is this?" Came a voice that was hauntingly familiar. Glancing down, you looked upon the woman pinned beneath you, blood running cold as your were met with your own steely gaze. "What the hell is this?!" She spat, writhing under your hulking form.

"S-Sukuna?" You ventured, your words deep and graveled. Your own cold eyes glaring up at you, and a scent so alluring you thought you may just lose yourself.

"Brat?" There was a moment of pause. A deep seated silence while reality settled in.

"Well..." You said in a voice far different from your own.

"Fuck." Sukuna finished.

"I told you it wasn't going to work!" You moaned, following the curse as he paced along the rooftop. Your stride now twice that of his, you had to be careful not to trip over your own feet.

"I wasn't listening, I was too distracted by that technique of yours!"

"It's not a technique!" You snapped. "You're attracted to me! I can't help it if I turn you on! And, by the way, the feeling is mutual. Annoyingly so!" You said, gesturing to the obvious and very painful predicament between your legs. "How do you even walk like this?"

"Carefully." Said Sukuna with a smirk.

"Be serious!"

"As I told you I've never dealt with anything like this before. I've never experienced anything so trivial as 'attraction'." He turned to look at you. "And for what it's worth, your situation isn't much better." He leered, reaching a hand down to the growing stain between his thighs.

There was that smell again. Your own pheromones were betraying you. Even the great mouth on your stomach had started to pant in shameless desire. Flecks of drool dripped down your front.

What a mess this had become. If the other sorcerers could see you now, they'd have your head for sure. Your mission had gone belly-up, you'd almost become a vessel for the monster you'd been entrusted to extinguish, and here you were drooling and pining over the very creature you were meant to kill while trapped inside his body. At least, in some small, strange way, you weren't entirely alone.

When you looked up from your stomach's lolling tongue, you saw Sukuna, almost feeble-looking in your comparatively small frame, sitting quietly on the darkened rooftop. Human, monster. Suddenly the difference didn't seem so vast...

"Look," you began,"I'm going out on a limb here, but if I had to guess I'd imagine this will wear off after a little while. On the rare occasion I have been affected by cursed energy, it always wears off within a few hours."

"And what do you propose we do until then? You don't expect us to just sit here?"

No, you didn't. Not that either of you had much choice in the matter. You weren't about to fight your own body, nor were you inclined to return to the streets as a four-armed beast with a bounty on your head. Bringing a hand to your neck you called back the feeling of Sukuna's lips against your skin, his sultry voice within your ear.

You couldn't believe what you were about to say.

"Th-there is one thing...we could do."

The air was cold against your skin, but Sukuna was colder, trembling, naked, on the rooftop after you'd helped him remove your clothes. Yours had been easy. A pair of loose-fitting pants was all that kept your dual lengths from springing back against your stomach. The great mouth sputtered.

"Woah..." You marveled- a moment of genuine fascination amidst the bizarre scene. Each shaft was long and heavily veined, one laying atop the other in equal length and proportion. They bounced under their own impressive weight, and each bore a handsome black ring toward its base.

"You done staring?" He asked, arms wrapped around himself as he shivered where he stood.

"Sorry." You chirped. Before he could protest, you scooped him effortlessly in your arms, laying him down atop the pile of discarded clothes, shielding him under your warmth. Slowly, just as he had done before, you lowered your hips, rutting them against his own, the lower of your two cocks gliding over the slick between his thighs.

In one large hand, you gathered his wrists, holding them once again above his head. In the others, you worshipped his body- your body - in exactly the way you knew how. Two large thumbs rubbed circles on your hips, while a thick and calloused finger found your clit with pinpoint precision pulling gasps and moans from a quickly fraying Sukuna. In spite of his efforts, each little sound sent a rush of heat straight to the pit of your stomach, and that gave you an idea.

You laughed something a bit maniacle before spreading his legs and lowering yourself just enough to lay your head down on his breasts.

It was hard to control, the strange anatomy seemed to have somewhat of a mind of its own. You grunted in concentration.

"What the hell are you doing, brat?" Sukuna craned his neck to look at you. You were focused- determined. And then...

"Ohh fuuuuck!" Sukuna said for the second time that night, only this time it was downright sinful. His moans were sweet music to your ears, your cocks twitching in tandem against Sukuna's silky thigh.

With a great deal of effort, you commanded the mouth on your stomach, using its tongue to lap at those sopping folds. Once it had a taste, the rest came naturally. The great maw working itself eagerly between Sukuna's thighs, nipping and sucking as if that were its very purpose. You nuzzled into those pillowy breasts, strong hands pawing at them with surprising tenderness. Sukuna was all but gone, twisting and writhing against the steady rythm of the massive tongue, now fucking up into him as it dipped in and out of his entrance, the taste so sweet your cocks were weeping at the sensation.

Before you knew it, you were flipping him onto his knees, two hands digging bruises into his hips, the others holding him tight against your chest. In truth, you weren't certain your body could handle a cock this size, but you'd be damned if you didn't try. Leaning into his ear, you offered him a hand, your words sending a ripple of chills over his skin. "You just bite down if you need to." You said in a lustful growl before sliding your thick fingers past his lips and over his tongue.

With a careful thrust, you slid your upper cock into his squelching cunt, white stars behind your eyes as you experienced, for the first time, the delicious grip of those velvety walls. You were hooked in an instant.

Desperate cries for "more! More! MORE!" spilled out around your fingers as Sukuna arched his back, keening with every thrust. He rutted back into your frenzied sex like a dog in heat, drooling cunt raining tears of pleasure on the rooftop below. He was milking you so well you nearly missed his desperate plea.

"B-both." He choked around your fingers.

"What?" You asked breathlessly, removing your hand from his mouth.

"BOTH!" He demanded, voice cracking in his need.

Obediently, you reeled your hips back, aligning yourself with each hole, but before you could plunge yourself deeply back inside, Sukuna reached a hand back, adjusting your cocks so they were both lined up with the same hole. Your chest grew tighter.

"Y-you sure?"

A stoic nod was his only reply, knuckles tightening over clenched fists before rutting back into you.

You were in heaven. Ragged groans being ripped from your chest as you railed your hips into your own throbbing pussy. Both cocks pressed together in painful ecstacy as you chased your unholy high. Fat tears rolled down Sukuna's cheeks and you did your best to wipe them away to the tune of his pleasured cries. Your own lashes were wet with sweat that poured from your wild pink hair.

Everything about this was wrong, and yet nothing had ever felt so right.

With a strangled cry, Sukuna's walls closed in on you in the same, unrelenting nature with which he fought- powerful and overwhelming. With the same biting rapture that pulled air from your lungs and stars from your eyes. Forget being a vessel. He came with such conviction you would've given him your soul, had he asked.

"Fuck!" He cried out, and with that you were a goner. His voice sending you spilling your cum in velvety ropes. Both cocks pulsing their load in violent waves that wrought your body and rattled your brain. Your vision swam as you pumped your body full of Sukuna's thick seed. And as you bit into the flesh of the tender nape before you, the world became an inky shade of black.

"Brat."

You blinked your eyes against the darkness.

"Hey! Brat!"

The monster's voice floated to you from the depths of your hazy mind. Slowly you turned to him. His naked form towering over you on shakey hands and knees, his panting breath fanning you in its musky warmth. Chest still heaving in the wake of his orgasm.

"You're stronger than I imagined." He praised. "I'm impressed."

"And you're not nearly as hideous as they claim." You teased once again. "Almost a pity I have to kill you."

"All this, and you still wish to kill me?" He gave you a dubious look.

"Come now, you mustn't stop trying." Your voice rang out into the night.

A wayward smile curled his lips. "Don't you worry, brat. I'm just getting started."

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[wingzie]

I am so sorry to those who don't have access to Twitter, I tried to add links and videos seperately but Tumblr wouldn't let me. Here is the text version:

In 2018, the staff took BTS to dinner and announced that BV3 would be in Malta. The schedule was discussed and also who would drive. Jungkook said he would drive because he has an international licence and Jimin responded back with “Just sit next to me.”

At the airport, Jimin and Jungkook checked-in their luggage with the others.As Jimin moved forward, Jungkook tried to put the suitcase in between his legs. 

On the way to Malta, they stopped at Turkey for a layover. Jimin and Jungkook had breakfast together. They then sat together for the final stretch of the flight. Jungkook said that he was sleepy. Jimin said he would keep him busy.

When they landed, the members put suncream on to protect themselves from the sun. Jimin helped Jungkook by putting suncream on him.

The members ate food together and Jimin offered some fillet to Jungkook to eat.

After eating, the members eventually found the residence they would be staying at and took turns to choose their rooms. Whilst waiting, Jimin and Jungkook played with a pool noodle together. Jin then joined in and they started to hit each other.

Later that night, the members went out on a boat. Jimin and Jungkook stayed on to enjoy the vibes and the red moon together. Jimin later posted a video filmed at the time.

In 2022, they mentioned how they had also seen a shooting star split into two whilst on the boat.

Hobi filmed around the residence as the members were showering. He went to Jungkook’s room and mentioned his body, to which Jimin responded with “don’t look.” He then mentioned Jungkook's pajamas and showed them on camera, as Jimin came up behind him.

The next morning, Jimin woke up Jungkook. Jimin mentioned to him that they were out of shampoo and that he should be careful with his joints first thing in the morning.

Jimin and Jungkook then walked around Malta together. They went to a restaurant but it wasn’t open yet. They continued to explore and made plans for the rest of their day. Jimin then got close to Jungkook, saying that he was hungry.

They went back to the restaurant which was now open and ate together. Whilst ordering, Jungkook said “together bam” to indicate that they wanted their meals together and Jimin laughed. They then enjoyed their meal.

After eating, Jimin and Jungkook went to the Grandmaster Palace. Jimin asked Jungkook to speak english to buy tickets. Jungkook did and used Jimin’s money. They then asked for directions and bought some figurines before exploring.

Jimin and Jungkook got henna. Jimin drew it on himself, whilst Jungkook got a caricature of himself. They then rested for a bit and took more photos as they made their way back to the canons. However, they were late and missed them.

On their way back, Jimin and Jungkook bought slushies and ice cream, for themselves and the staff. They then discussed how hot, pretty and yummy Malta was.

The members started to make a meal and Jungkook scolded Jimin for the way he was peeling the garlic. Jimin then tried the gambas and fed some to Jungkook

The next day, the members travelled to Gozo for ocean activities. Whilst driving with Namjoon, Jimin and Jungkook spoke in satoori to each other about skipping breakfast. 

Jimin continued to give directions to Jungkook of where to go. There was a mistake in the directions and Jungkook yelled out “JIMIN SSI.”

When they arrived, they put their wetsuits on and Jimin had his on the wrong way. When they got into the water, Jimin asked Jungkook to stick by him.

On the way to horse riding, Jimin and Jungkook sang a little bit together.

Jimin and Jungkook ate some snacks and then went “ahh” with them to the camera.

[urautismdiagnosis]

A Really Self Indulgent Sea Monster AU

the design is inconsistent because I drew them on different days lol

theres lore after my doodles

spider

we still love you <3

i feel the need to clarify that he's doing that snake thing where they stick out their tongue to sniff things, bro is not coming in for a smooch, he's trying to see if barnacles has more fish biscuits LMSO

"big kitty <3 he loves me and I love him<3"

"he brought me food so I have to stay"

alright so this au is basically "lol he talks about sea monsters all the time what if he WAS one?"

first off, what even IS he? well he's sorta a fire spirit with some inspiration from Japanese yokai! split tails and split ears in cats are representative of nekomata. I'm not really extremely well versed in Japanese yokai or their possible alternate stories, but from what I can tell nekomata are essentially older domestic cats that have a more sinister side and strange abilities that are often associated with death and manipulation? anyways side tangent over-

Time for weird *ss biology that doesn't make sense!

The fur is actually more like sharp quills

venomous biter, for the main mouth and the snakes

the fire on him isn't actually fire, it is energy and it is warm, but it shouldn't actually hurt you, if anything its more of an illusion

^^^ however if the fire makes contact with the venom it is... very explosive and can cause real actual fires that are very hard to put out

he scampers like a weasel or a marten on all his legs

like 14 feet tall at full strength

very bendy, great climber and jumper, very twisty, can also swim very well too

snakes have lil gills and the eye on his underside (under the first chest) is actually a false eye, its still sensitive to light, but it really acts as another source for breathing in the water lol (or spitting out venom at things trying to get his more soft and sensitive underside)

gonna be real he absolutely would eat a deer alive womp womp

6 eyes on the face, the two main ones function like normal, the two lower ones kinda work like a snake seeing heat and the two top ones are less "eyes" but more like electricity sensors lol

yes he's so over done and over detailed but he's not supposed to be a natural creature, he's supposed to be a giant freak and I love him with all my heart

also he has absolutely zero braincells like this

THE THREE SNAKES AYY!!!!:

Ok so, the snakes are essentially just his subconscious brought out,

Noodle: Survival and awareness, very serious always alert

Worm: Nuturing and seeking comfort/shiny things

Aepep: Has adhd

Noodle is more physically seperated from worm and aepep and has more length to move around. Each snake has one "eye". Noodle has the normal eyesight, while worm has the infrared and aepep can sense things the same way a hammerhead shark can. they can all sniff, only noodle can spit venom tho, but dont tell the others theyre not venomous or else that WILL hurt their feelings.

the snakes themselves can function independently with their own behaviours and even interact with eachother, however they're still part of the main entity.

Kwazii can choose to look through them (would have to close off all eyesight from his face though, it would take at least 10 minutes to get it back) or they can basically "tell him" because they are literally his subconscious. he cant "see" what they do when they tell him things, but its more of just an innate understanding? like closing your eyes and still being able to tell what you're touching with your hands ig

because he's so long and large he also uses the snakes for balance and as a way to prevent injuries. them being able to move on their own uses a lot less of his mental energy and helps him be able to prioritize his focus, which is important when u got SO many limbs

He also sees the vegimals as little kittens just thought I'd share that

anyways onto the ACTUAL AU

i havent really developed it all that much ngl, I just wanted to make a Feral Lil Guy

but essentially the idea is that kwazii got cursed a long time ago while treasure hunting and grabbing the wrong treasure or something (thats a lie, he was the treasure being hunted LMSO lil runaway babyyyyyyyyyyyy

(the idea is that essentially that there was some treasure or something that was more like a source of energy or whatever the hell, and if some forest animals went "damn people keep trying to get this rock so they can ruin our houses and nests>:( ooh! lets get rid of it by throwing it at the next person we see!" and then they kinda just threw it into a lil kitten kwaziis skull (who was out exploring alone when he shouldnt have been) and then it just... went straight through him and he just... fcking absorbed it....

lil guy didn't even know until some years later when "SHT went down" and oh nooooooooo another evil pirate clan against ur lone crew because they think u have some weird *ss treasure y'all haven't even heard offff who could've foretoldddd... Oh noooooooooooo you discovered that you're a daemon in the worst way possible, talk about a crazy puberty transformation

all he remembers is a storm and that he's cursed and was the only one to make it out smh <:(

ill probably change the details later tho ngl but this is what I have for now LMSO

anyways he managed to seal it away, but it comes back out if he breaks the seal. how is the seal broken? why by stabbing right where the "eye" on the abdomen is, right below the rib cage! wonder how they'll find that out :)

Alot of this will probably change but this is what it is rn

If u couldn't tell by now he can't really talk like this, also the size and amount of limbs and etc is pretty dependent on how safe he feels?

So basically when the seal was undone it was just... releasing repressed emotions is what I'm now realizing

And also it kinda happened as a last resort kinds thing that was very dangerous...

I'll probably get into some of my ideas for that later on a reblog or seperate post,cuz my little "plot" for what happens isnt really that developed other than "omg he calms down when barnacles plays his accordian shttily 🥺" and "oh he brought them a dead deer like how irl cats bring mice after he realized that they weren't dangerous "

If yall have any ideas tho I am interested 🥰🥰 cuz I'm still developing the plot or whatever yk?

[chatsurie]

No good deed goes unpunished

Ran x reader

She could see her breath in the air, drawing her coat even closer around her body as she left the hospital.

The shift had been gruelling and the knowledge of having to check her bank account sounded ghastly. The idea to buy herself groceries without checking the balance however seemed like the worst idea of all. Followed by the idea of studying Med. Residency was literally dragging her through the mud. The soles of her feet ached as she made her way down the hill. Why there wasn't any public transports at this hour anymore would be a question forever remaining unanswered. She really should have taken the bike even if the idea of driving up the hill to the hospital in the morning had sounded like a nightmare.

Yawning, the young woman started searching for her earphones that were somewhere in her bag. Fuck she just wanted to eat, take a hot shower and fall face first into her bed. Maybe she'd even be able to scrounge up enough money at the end of the month to afford a massage? Treating herself sounded like a dream.

She had just put her first earphone in as she walked by the badly lit alley. It was the sole reason why she had even heard it in the first place, rudely shoving every thought out of her head.

Halting and putting the earphones back inside their case she listened once more.

That sounded like a groan. A pained one too.

Glancing inside the alleyway she tried to make out anything inside the dark. As her eyes slowly accustomed to it she started to be able to make out a figure. It seemed like it was leaning against the left wall just out of the way of the only dimly lit street light.

Biting her lip she considered her options. She could just keep walking. She could get home, make herself the instant noodles she had decided would be enough for today and head to bed.

She wouldn't be able to sleep though, would she? There would be this nagging voice inside her head asking if they had been injured, maybe needed help?

But in today's day and age everyone had a phone. So they could probably call an ambulance themselves if it was that bad, right?

Nodding to herself she took the first step away from the sound only to stop again.

There were many reasons someone wouldn't be able to use their phone.

She'd also swear an oath to either help or do no harm. If she were to leave now she wouldn't just not help, she'd very much be not helping them. Even as a citizen she had the duty to do first aid to the best of her ability and call an ambulance if need be.

Sighing to herself she turned on her heel and walked down the street with purpose.

The uncharacteristic sound of two distinct clicks made her stop shortly. What was that? Gulping she took another smaller step until she stood under the light of the lamp. And from there she could see the predicament she had just gotten herself into.

She should have gone home.

On the wall in front of her there was a man leaning against it. Even though he was slightly crumbled into himself she could tell that he was tall. His legs were strewn in front of him dressed in an expensive looking pair of violet trousers. One of his hands was pressed into his side, the white dress shirt turning dark around his fingers.

Before she could come closer something shiny in his other hand that laid on the floor drew her attention.

That was a gun.

Fuck. That was a gun.

She had never seen a real life gun in her life before.

Her eyes shot up to look at his face for the first time.

His hair was a weird mess of lilac and black and his eyes half closed and yet sharp could probably be described as bedroom eyes. All in all he did not look like a police officer even in the slightest. She was pretty sure they weren't even allowed to have dyed hair.

He was starting at her. Had he been staring this whole time?

“What can I help you with, Doll?” His voice was rough and there was a lazy lilt in it. His hair previously probably pushed back with gel was falling into his eyes.

She had never seen this cruel looking eyes.

Should she really help him?

Fucking hell he looked like a gangster, talked like a gangster, he probably was a gangster. Before she could think herself into a frenzy she bored the nail of her middle finger harshly into the flesh of her thumb. In the end it wasn't her decision any more. She had found him and now she had to help him. End of story.

“I think the better question is how I can help you.” She finally told him putting on her brave face while slowly coming closer

She could see him draw up one perfectly plucked eyebrow as she kneeled next to him.

The young woman told him her name, easily falling back into the routine she knew thanks to her time in residency. The Autopilot was on at last as she carefully pulled his hand away “I'll try and see what I can do here. You probably should go to a doctor though.”

“What,” he asked, an amused air to his tone “you a nurse or something?”

“I'm a doctor in training. So please, let me have a look.”

She could feel his eyes looking her up and down. “Try anything and I'll kill you.” He said with a short nod to the gun in his hand before letting her proceed.

Now wasn't that just nice. Why had she given him her name again?

As she forced her tired bones to get to work she could feel his gaze on her the whole time. It was unnerving. Would he kill her if she snapped at him to look literally anywhere else?

“Ya know if all Doctors looked like this I'd probably visit the hospital more.”

She didn't react to his words. Similar things were often said and frankly she had stopped caring a long while ago. Instead she focused her attention on his side. She'd need to cut away from the shirt. And by the looks of it get the bullet out before she'd have to stop the bleeding. That would hurt.

“I can only do so much from here. I don't have anything to stitch you up, but I can get the bullet out. Do you have someone you can call to pick you up?”

“Lost my phone somewhere between getting shot and crashing here, I'm afraid.”

How could he sound this nonchalant? God what was wrong with him? That stupid lilt was starting to drive her insane and not in the good way either.

“Alright,” she sighed, “is there someone I can call then?”

At that he grinned. “Atta girl. Gimme your phone and do what you gotta, Doll.”

“Could you stop with the nicknames? I did tell you my name.” She finally grumbled as she got to work after handing him her phone. If there was one thing she couldn't stand it were nicknames given by strangers.

“Must have escaped my notice. You know, being shot and all.”

She did her best not to roll her eyes at him. Something told her that he was one of those people that didn't appreciate it.

“Rin, it's me.” She could hear him speak into her phone again after a short pause, “yeah, I ran into some trouble. Gonna need a pick up. Nah I'm good-”

No he would not. As she was fishing for the bullet she purposely bend her fingers just so, making him hiss in pain. This man needed an actual doctor, not just someone who wasn't even fully trained.

“Fucking hell,” he grit his teeth staring her down with an angry glare that nearly made her shudder as she went back to carefully getting the bullet, “I might need the doc on standby,” he grumbled through clenched teeth, making a smug grin appear on her lips.

“Nah don't think it's anything too serious, I was shot in the side. Just get over here.”

With that the girl could hear the beeping sound of the call disconnecting.

“You're a sadistic little bitch, aren't cha?”

Did this man not know manners? Thankfully for him she finally had a grip on the bullet and couldn't afford to retaliate. “If by sadistic you mean getting you the help you need, sure.” She instead told him this time with an eye roll.

His hand shot around her chin tipping her head up.

“Do you actually want the bullet out-,” she started exasperated only to stop her sentence.

The look in his eyes was shooting goosebumps up her arms. She had been right. He didn't appreciate disrespect even if it was as small as rolling your eyes at him.

“You're a pretty little thing.” He mused to himself before finally letting go of her chin. There was something about the way he had said it that made her heart rate pick up. It was the most threatening thing she had heard in her life. Fuck she should have just kept walking.

As he slowly loosened his grip around her chin she could have sworn to still feel his fingers seconds after they had left her face. His grasp had been strong. Frighteningly so.

“Back to work, Doll. I'd like this bullet out once the actual doc arrives.” The smile that was back on his lips didn't betray the cruelty that had shown through his eyes just seconds ago.

Gritting her teeth she forced her eyes away from his and back to the gaping wound. How could one man be this infuriating?

“There.” She said with finality in her voice as she showed him the bloody bullet. “I'll dress it up now, but your doc will have to do the actual work. I'll need you to sit up a bit so I can take off your jacket and shirt.”

“What,” he asked jokingly, while sitting up with her help, “not even gonna ask me out to dinner first?”

Closing her eyes for a second she breathed out through her nose. Yeah, she walked straight into that one.

As she started unbuttoning his shirt she did her best to let her eyes not wander on the tattoo on his neck. It seemed familiar and something in her gut told her she wouldn't want to know, that if she did remember it would probably be over for her. It apparently wasn't the only tattoo this man had, she realized the more she could see of his chest.

It was a pretty ches- NO. That was weird, she was not going there.

Finally finished with the buttons she ripped her eyes away from him busying herself to find something inside her back she could use as dressing. Maybe if she cut up her work clothes? That could work.

And during the whole process she could feel his eyes on her. Fuck, she'd kill him herself if they ended up haunting her in her sleep.

“How many years of training do you still have left?” He suddenly asked when she was back to leaning above him.

How was this man still talking? She should have duct taped his mouth.

“About six months, then I'm taking my finals,” she told him absent-mindedly finally tying the rest of what was once her uniform around his lower abdomen. And pulling his shirt up his shoulders once more.

“There you go. Will you be fine on your own until your friends are coming?”

The man leaned back. “What, not helping me get to the car?”

Finally out of his reach she rolled her eyes at him, feeling the slightest bit defiant. “Don't push it,” she told him clearly, gathering up the rest of her things.

“Aren't you forgetting something?” He asked mockingly after she had already turned away from him.

Frowning she turned back around and sighed at the sight of him waving her phone around.

Just as she leaned down to him to take her phone, the hand currently not holding it snaked around her wrist lightning fast pulling her even further down until she was back to kneeling next to him.

“You're a feisty little thing. You really should be careful. It might get you into trouble with people that are less forgiving than me.”

Something told her that forgiveness wasn't something he was good at.

With that he finally let go of her and her phone. She scrambled to get away from him.

“Well, I'll see you around, Doll.”

His words send a shiver down her spine. No he would not see her around. Frankly this man scared her. Shit why had she told him her name?

His chuckle at her hurried exit would probably follow her into her nightmares tonight.

The young woman had done her best to forget about the man's existence once she had closed the door to her room and had fallen into bed.

The epiphany about why the tattoo on his neck had seemed familiar came to her one morning before she would have to head to work. She was munching on a piece of bread with strawberry jam, reading the news when she stumbled across the article.

Organised crime.

A syndicate named Bonten.

And the executives all seemed to have the same damn tattoo.

The tattoo that that Man had worn proudly on his neck.

Fucking hell. She had helped a Gangster.

The jam turned to ash in her mouth, the bread suddenly too dry as she reached for her glass of water. The vitamin D tablet she usually took with it long forgotten as she gulped it down.

What would happen now? Would he come back? Surely not if she simply remained quiet. No police, no frantic actions, no nothing. She'd just have to go about her days in peace and forget, correct?

Sadly, the man seemingly didn't want to be forgotten.

It took a week for them to meet again. It had been after a grocery haul after her morning shift, since her fridge was once again close to empty and going out to dinner wasn't an option. She had planned to pour over her textbooks while eating after all.

As she walked down the hall to her apartment, she realised that her front door was open. It made her seize up before arguing with herself that she had been so tired in the morning she had probably just forgotten about closing it correctly – it wouldn't be the first time after all – and if a poor sod actually had broken in, then maybe he could help her find something valuable. So, chuckling at herself she simply thanked God for being able to kick her door open further without having to set down her grocery bags and get her keys out.

The woman only stopped in shock, after looking inside the kitchen and finding a suited man stuck with his head in her fridge rummaging around in it. Before she could decide what her next step would be, probably throwing the groceries into his face and making a run for it, the man turned around and she could see who it was.

The man from the alley. This time no injury, just a grating smile on his far too attractive face.

He had found her.

He had made an effort to search for her.

If that wasn't unsettling, she didn't know what was.

“You brought food,” He called out as if had been waiting for her, “I was getting kinda worried looking at your fridge, you really shouldn't make financial cuts when it comes to food. You already look like I could break your neck with one hand.”

Staring at him she wasn't quite sure how to react. Surely to throw the frozen fish at him would buy her some time, right?

“No need to get defensive,” the man spoke again, while leaning against her small kitchen isle, a cup next to him that she was sure she hadn't used the past days.

“I've come to give you my thanks, doll. You see apparently I was in a tight spot and you really helped me out.”

One brow drawn up she slowly nodded at him, her face slowly loosing all it's previous colour from the walk up to her apartment. “Yeah sure,” she started haltingly, “no problem. Get out now, please? I have a lot to do.”

The man sighed. “I was never received this coldly by someone I didn't hurt. Makes a guy feel a bit special ya know? The name's Ran. Pleasure to meet you properly, doll.”

He was one of those then. One of those overly friendly men you should steer clear off. How would she get him out of her apartment?

“As I've said before,” she started again this time through gritted teeth trying to the best of her abilities to remain civil and not like the deer in headlights she felt like, “it wasn't a problem. Now if you could,” her head moved, signalling to the front door, “please?”

Ran sighed, before she watched his hand go into the pockets of his pants. He looked out of place in his expensive wear and something about it made the young woman feel self-conscious.

She watched, as the man – Ran, pulled out his wallet and started counting out a few notes.

“This should be alright for compensation and keeping as quiet as you have the past weeks, yes?” There was something in his eyes as he put the money on the table. A glimmer. He seemed to find sadistic joy in her worried state.

Gulping down the lump in her throat she didn't take her eyes off him as she nodded.

“My god, you're absolutely adorable. Maybe I should keep you. Call me if you're interested in a date.” With that he left the house, leaving her breathless after he had walked by her far too close making her aware of every muscle moving and letting her catch a whiff of his perfume. Surely something disgustingly expensive too.

Her body was shaking by the time she heard the door close behind him and she finally allowed herself to move into the kitchen and put the groceries on the isle.

Next to the money.

Well, hush money.

Holy shit, that was hush money.

Fuck, what had she gotten into?

How could a man look so much like a panther waiting to pounce on its prey.

She nearly overlooked the piece of paper with a number written on it – his handwriting was apparently appalling, as she went to throw the money away not even bothering to look at how much it was.

If she would have had any inclination to meet him again she probably would have kept it to throw back into his face – though that might be seen as an offence so that probably wouldn't be the wisest thing to do - but since that wasn't the plan the bin it was.

Right along with his number.

If she had to see that disgusting smile again in her death it would still be too early.

That night she put her textbooks onto the coffee table in her living room instead of the kitchen table since she had caught herself throwing glances at the bin, as if that would make him appear out of thin air again. It had reached a point where she had actually brought the paper bin outside only to feel guilty right before throwing the money away.

Someone could probably use that, right? That was the money's chance to finally do something not bloody. Maybe she'd just give it to the next homeless person she saw? Maybe a shelter? Throwing it away out of spite though felt wrong. And so, the only thing actually landing in the trash was his number – good riddance to that – the money on the other hand was now sitting once more on the fucking counter making it impossible to concentrate which is why she then moved her study sesh one room over. The coffee table was too low. Her back would ache in the morning but everything was better than constantly throwing glances that way.

That night, as she laid in bed the clock nearing one am, then two, she realized that she'd need a new lock. She didn't feel safe anymore. There was something particularly intrusive about knowing he had stood inside her kitchen, searched through her fridge and drunken her coffee.

That night she had dreamed of running through the darkness, while a far too familiar grin stalked after her. She woke up just as long lithe fingers found their way around her neck burning her skin.

Abandoning every thought about him, had worked for about two more weeks – work and Uni doing everything they could to remind her of her very real responsibilities, until she had come home from dinner with a friend the Monday after it had been the clean the flat weekend.

It was an important detail because after having pulled of her heels from blistered feet she had walked into her living room intending to fold the laundry that was still left over while watching a show and letting the day finish with a glass of cheap wine – she had recently started to drink a bit more wine at night, it kept the nightmares at bay, but that was a problem for after exams – it was an important detail because on her freshly cleaned couch there was a dead guy who was ruining it with his blood.

There was a dead guy in her fucking apartment.

Bleeding onto her clean carpet.

Pinching herself she tried to make sense of the scene.

“And here I'd thought you'd come home too late. Put this man back together will you?” Her head shot up at the sadly recognisable voice.

That had to be a joke, right? It could not be that asshole sitting on her living room chair having the gall to look like he belonged there.

“What are you doing here?” She hissed between her teeth.

One of his infuriatingly perfect brows rose a bit as he looked at her. She swore his eyes were telling her that she was stupid.

“Guy on your couch. Fix him up for me, sweetheart.” He repeated himself once more.

Rubbing her temple with her index finger she looked at the man on her couch.

“As much blood as he is leaving on my leather couch, might I add, I doubt he is still alive. And don't you have a fucking doctor for that? How dare you just come to me with this shit. I want nothing to do with you!”

Ran chuckled. “See and that's why I like you. So much bite. As your luck has it, that is our doc. Or better yet it was. You see he did some stupid things and now one of my colleagues had to squeeze him just a little bit for answers. So, fix. Him. Up.” The last part of his sentence came out in a bite.

What the fuck was wrong with this man?!

Cautiously the doctor still in training made her way over to the body. How was she supposed to fix that? Why was she even fucking fixing it. That man was not her fucking problem!

“You do know I'm not a hospital or an actual doctor yet, right?” Maybe reminding him would help? Fuck, why was she not less competent? She should have let him out to bleed to death that night

Ran simply shrugged, “Call it hands on practice then.”

Sighing she got to looking at the man bleeding out in front of her. Sure. Hands on Practice. Because that was just absolutely fucking normal. It was absolutely normal to have a man bleeding out on her own couch. And it was absolutely normal to call that hands on practice.

As she got to work, she realized with shame that her hands were shaking the same way they did back that night in that alley.

Oh she should have just kept going. She should have ignored ever hearing his damn pained voice.

Instead of doing all the sensible things though she made stock of the damage and made a list inside her head what she had to do.

“You know,” Ran interrupted the silence, “ you really gotta learn how to feed yourself. I'm pretty sure you've gotten thinner in the time I last saw you which is an absolute shame might I add? What have you used the money on I gave you?”

What was his obsession with her eating habits?!

“I'm concentrating here!” She snapped at him, damn all the consequences, right? After all he did want something from her.

Out of the corner of her eyes, she could see the lazy grin stretching out his mouth further as his hands went up in mock surrender.

“Of course, Princess. I forgot you're very much still in training. Take your time. Maybe not too much though. Don't think you're able to explain a dead person in your living room to the police, right?”

With that she could see him leaving the room only to hear him rummaging around in another room.

What the fuck was wrong with him.

Fucking hell. First thing she'd do once he left was find another flat. Maybe change her name too.

Two hours later she collapsed next to the couch. She had done everything she could. The worst should be over. Looking down she realized that there was blood on her blouse.

Her favourite blouse.

It was a beige blouse.

There was blood on the leather of the couch. And some on the carpet. It was a green one.

And now there was blood on it.

And on her blouse.

It had been a present from a friend.

And now there were ugly red splotches on it.

For some reason that was what made her cry.

It was three in the morning just the weekend after she had cleaned and mopped her whole flat, washed down the windows had gotten the flowers rearranged and now there was blood on her and on the carpet and on her leather couch.

Everything was ruined.

And there was exactly one person to blame for this situation.

Before she could start to think, because she evidently wasn't, she had jumped up from her position on the floor and stormed into the kitchen where Ran was leaning against the counter.

“”How dare you!” She screamed, with a finger raised at him. “Who do you think you are? You can't just, just storm into my life, break into my flat, deposit a man on my fucking couch and then then,” she stopped for a short second only now realizing that he was again holding a cup in his hand, partially raised to his lips as he looked down on her with this, this, this disgusting self satisfied smirk on his lips. “ You are drinking my coffee?” She asked, voice low, “you are fucking drinking my coffee?! What the fuck is wrong with you?”

She had evidently lost all her brain cells as she reached out to grab it from him only for her hand to be intercepted by his, the satisfaction that was once on his face had vanished and in it's place there was Nothing.

His face was void of any and every kind of emotion. She didn't know what he was thinking. It was such a stark contrast that she didn't even try to get her wrist out of his hand.

He held eye contact when he took a sip from the coffee and he held eye contact when he put the cup down.

Only then, did he begin to speak once more.

“Now then. I know you're young. What 25, 26? Something like that. So I will disregard the blatant disrespect just now, if you apologize. Have I made myself clear?”

Gulping she tried taking a step backwards only to be roughly pulled back by her wrist still encircled in those awful fingers.

He clicked his tongue at her before whirling her around and slamming her against the counter. That would surely leave a bruise.

“Now,” he started again, the free hand finding the buttons to turn on the stove, “I had an extremely long day and I know you did too, so I'll be gracious and give you one last chance. Apologize for your behaviour or well.” She followed his eyes as they flickered to the slowly heating up stove.

What was he?

There was a second where his eyes flickered between the stove and her hand still pinned by his and back at the stove.

He wouldn't, right? Surely, he - “Don't try my patience.” He answered her unspoken question as if he had read her mind.

Gulping she slowly nodded.

“I'm, “she started swallowing the lump in her throat. She just had to apologize. She just had to get rid of her pride for one second and she'd be fine.

“I'm sorry.”

By the way he stared at her it was obviously not enough.

God that fucking asshole.

That fucking disgusting -

“I'm sorry for exploding like that. You're right. I'm tired it was a long day and fixing up the man must have made me emotional. I'm sorry.”

The pressure on her wrist was slowly letting up but he still hadn't let go and he was still looking at her expectantly. What did he want to hear? She had said she was sorry, she had sounded positively pathetic doing it as well.

“Sir,” he provided with that self satisfied look.

Sir? What was that supposed to-

He was kidding right?

He had to be kidding.

One look at his face made her grit her teeth. The man was actually serious. That bastard son of a bitch actually wanted her to -

The movement of her wrist slowly being turned towards the stove had her stop in her track.

She could curse him later.

“I'm sorry, Sir.” She said through gritted teeth.

Evidently it was enough, since he finally let go of her wrist. His hand instead ending up on her head in a patronizing head pat.

“See, isn't it easy to just do as your told? You know, I really don't like hurting pretty things. But I will if I have to. Remember that the next time you try disrespecting me. Alright?”

With that he turned around and left the kitchen, leaving her pressed against the kitchen counter her left hand coming too close to that fucking stove and nearly burning herself if she hadn't realised the heat coming too close.

With shivering hands she turned the stove off.

There was something seriously wrong with this man. She'd call the police and report him the minute he had left the flat. She should have done it after he had broken in the first time. Fuck the consequences. She'd have to leave the country anyways. Might as well leave a nice present for him to clean up after. It might even buy her some more time.

Trying to breath calmly she grabbed onto the counter harshly her fingers turning white with the effort of keeping herself upright. She'd collapse once there wasn't a fucking psychopath inside her flat anymore.

“You'll do well, stubborn little thing.” Ran commented as he strolled back into the kitchen the sound of additional footsteps only reaching her brain vaguely. .

No she would definitely not. She would in fact do so bad that it was the worse he had ever seen. And she didn't even know what he was talking about.

As he came closer and reached out to her she flinched back harshly only to then realise that he had once again grabbed the coffee cup.

It made him smile.

Her fear made the bastard smile.

God she wanted to kick him in his balls. She wanted to take a knife out of the stupid knife block and drive it through his stupid knee.

She watched numbly as another man dressed in a suit walked through the hallway this time with the doctor she had just patched up.

Would they torture him again? This time to kill him off for real?

“Alright,” the bastard started as he leant back against the table as the front door closed once more. She wouldn't call him anything else now, she had decided. The name fit him too well, “ you did a good job with the doc, pretty. So I'll tell you what is going to happen. Tomorrow you'll take your pretty little butt into the hospital and hand in your resignation. You'll come home after that and someone will be here to take you with them. You won't make any kinda noise about it. You'll be a good little doc and then you'll start working for us. Understood?”

God this man had lost it completely. Fuck no.

Looking at the wall behind him she nodded, not wanting to look into his eyes. He smiled at her and pat her cheek once more.

“That's what I like to hear. Well little dove, it was a pleasure doing business with you. I'll see you in the evening.”

She watched him leave. Through the front door. Like he was just a normal man.

Just as the front door closed one final time she collapsed onto the floor.

Her brain both racing and not comprehending anything at all she only knew one thing for sure.

She had to leave. She had to leave the country and never come back.

Fuck.

As the young woman was scrambling about in her flat, throwing clothes into a suitcase, she never realised that outside, Ran stood. A cigarette in his hand, head tilted up as he watched her flat light.

He was waiting. Fuck he hoped she would panic. Chasing her through a few streets would be so much fun. Maybe Sanzu actually had had a point there.

[bluecolty]

Oh boy, my model and rig for Xeon are finally done! I've got a lot of info in this post, because dang it's been a journey haha.

Over the past month and a half I've built this lad, rigged him, put him into VRChat, made a 2D background to showcase him, and shot him out of a rocket in spite. Well, not really, but oh man sometimes I wish I could have. *wheeze*

The Xeon rig and model features a new rigging system, a better model, better organization, and a whole host of improvements over my last model of Medea. And dang, I'm excited to dive into em!

First up is the lil fun showcase. Using the new rigging system, I did lots of fun poses! And I'm super happy with how the toon shader looks too. For his model, I focused on refining the topology and making the weight painting better. Noodle arms also helps a ton too! These improvements really helped get it looking as not 3D as possible hahaha.

Keep reading for more of the behind the scenes stuff!

Yes, this is a 2D background! Way back in the day I used to make backgrounds to showcase my finished models... but I kind of strayed away from that. With Xeon though, I decided to get back into making backgrounds, and instead of doing it in Blender- I drew it!

This is the first ever one I've publicly published, and only one of 3 I've ever done. I first laid out the perspective in Blender and the lined/colored it in Clip Studio Paint. The model of Xeon was rendered in Blender on a separate layer, then I dropped him in the CSP background.

There's defintiely some wrong things with my 2D background, but for the first colored one I've done, I'm pretty happy with it. Its all about practice, and as I gain more experience I hope to better refine the Blender perspective to 2D pipeline.

This time for Xeon, I wanted to massively push my rigging skills. So with the help of Rigify, I've done just that. The rig for Xeon features a very advanced and customizable rigging system that allows me to pose him in so many different ways.

Oh and also, noodle arms and legs! That was a thing I've been meaning to add to my characters for so long, I just haven't known how to. But now with the new rig I can do just that!

As you can see below, the rig is also very user friendly. It's definitely complex, but it should be a lot more standard and a lot more user friendly.

I can't wait to add this rig to all my future models as well!

That's all I have for ya'lls today, I hope you all enjoy him!

[sanddusted-wisteria]

Doodle Dump, 1/2024 - 4/2024 (part 1)

So uh...I haven't posted as much on here ever since like, the beginning of this year. Instead, I've been doodling like mad over on the OTAS server and have completely neglected to post any of that over here alsdkjalk. So here's most of the doodles I've done, oldest to newest :> (with wild variations in quality,.,,, a lot's changed in my art skillz in 6 months)

[VERY long post below]

A staring contest, ft. @florisam 's Onyx and @illusidy 's Aerie...queens of the death stare.

Thank @/florisam for this one lol

After a body swap AU where Wis swaps with Qi...Wis has to do manual labor with Qi's wimpy wet noodle caffeine dependent body and Qi's def not taking proper care of Wis's body either... probably doesn't put her hair up if he works with a burner or corrosive chemicals aldkfjl

from a superhero/villain AU, wis is neither hero nor villain...she's the civilian that somehow ends up at the epicenter of every super battle and takes advantage of that by becoming a hero/villain accountant 😂

started drawing some more outfits for Wis, but I never finished them. Will probably get back to these a bit later.

and ofc she's gotta try on Qi's disaster outfit asd;lfkdjlrk

I made Wis a logo! Combined a sprig of wisteria with a pine cone, for her workshop, Fresh Pines. Also made a possible combo logo for her and Qi. Y'know, in case they ever make that multistage rocket + launchpad they've been dreaming about...

Wis would be stoked to get her new stamps :>

Wis as a butler in a maid cafe AU...that I do not have the space or time to fully outline the extent of the chaos within... (inquire in the OTAS server for more info asdlkjlrkadf) Also the first time I drew Wis's clone sisters (which I am aware that I haven't introduced at all on tumblr...I wouldn't blame you if you forgot that Wis is a clone 😂 but SOON I promise)

Ft. @spookemsdukems 's "Builder", it's the mystery gorls! No one really knows where they came from. Well, they know. But they're sure as hell not gonna tell you... (ehhh well wis might tell you about herself if you're friends lol)

asdlfklj based on a quote from an incorrect quotes generator

Initial concepts for one of Wis's clone sisters, the one that ended up in Duvos! Eugh the attempt at a waist up in the bottom right corner still haunts me asdlkfjlkjd Also note that that's not what a real prosthetic AK peg leg would look like, I did these without any real research 💀

Ft. @sunstream7 's Val...no explanation needed i think alsdkfja;sdlkrj

An idea I had about a romance/post-marriage gift that Qi could give you: a necklace with dopamine, serotonin, and oxytocin that he managed to synthesize...the neurotransmitters of love <3

Love is the Solution: A special necklace given to you by Qi. The little vial contains a mix of neurotransmitters--the mixture of love. Even though they're trapped inside the vial, when you put it on, you swear you can feel them surging through your nerves all the same. Stamina +15

And I've hit the image limit so this is the end of part 1 a;sldkrjlkjlakfj

[chiiyuuvv]

hi hi, me again :D can I request how xikers would react to / be with kids? (maybe reader has little siblings or works with kids?)

XIKERS AND THEIR SIBLINGS °

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Minjae ☆

Minjaes little brothers birthday was coming up so minjae was going to the toy store

Until he realized his brother was picky with his toys

So he dragged his brother along with him👍

The brother immediately pointed at this super expensive toy car

Of course, they bickered, until they came up with an agreement: if minjae buys that car then the brother has to do 3 months worth of chores

Junmin ☆

You and junmin were talking when suddenly you hear screams coming from the other room

His sister were making her barbie dolls fight, and accidentally broke off one of their arms

As you picked her up and patted her back to soothe her, junmin was hurriedly trying to fix up

After a couple minutes, junmin waves around the barbie with a big smile on his face

But when she gets the barbie the leg falls off ♡

Sumin ☆

Sumin was getting ready to go on a date with you

Although this wasn't your first date, he wanted to look perfect for you; thus the reason why he was sitting on his bed, staring at some clothes

His little sister peeped through the door, before busting it open and sitting beside sumin

"I dont know what to wear.." sumin would whisper before his sister jumps up and dives through his pile of clothes

Pulls out a surprisingly good outfit, along with a flower necklace and a few rings ♡

Jinsik ☆

Jinsiks brother wanted to painting a picture to hang up in his room and jinsik wanted to paint a picture for you

Cue dramatic working music XD

So uh.. while they were working jinsiks brother drew a picture of poop and said it was jinsik..

Cue arguement scene..

Their mom walks in to find to colorful yet dirty boys arguing ♡

Hyunwoo ☆

Hyunwoos little sister dragged hyunwoo to the park </3

With a sigh, hyunwoo tried playing with her but she just called him boring </33

Until she met this boy

Hyunwoo was shocked at the amount of pickup lines the little boy gave her, mad that he didnt have those skills

Almost throws up when the boy picked up a flower and tucked it behind her ear ♡

Junghoon ☆

Junghoons mom was sick, and so junghoon was making some soup

Junghoons little brother heard the news, and decided to help him

Normally they would be bickering but this time they were quiet and in sync

As junghoon chopped the celery junghoons brother was dropping the little noodles into the pot

Their mom had came into the kitchen, and almost cried her head out when she saw what was happening ♡

Seeun ☆

Seeuns mom had just texted him that she was coming home soon.

Everything looked clean when seeun let's out a loud scream, finding the living room dirtied by his little brother

Arguement on who should clean the mess <3

Seeun was frantic about cleaning the mess up, so he came up with a game of who could clean the fastest

Seeuns brother won, while seeuns feet was kicked up, not doing anything ♡

Yujun ☆

Yujun was beating you with a pillow when his little sister came knocking on the door

She gasped when she say his actions, immediately defending you

Yujun got annoyed, crossing his arms "why are you in here anyway?"

She was waving around a rubber band, asking for him to tie her hair up

In which yujun does, giving her a soft kiss on the forehead before slapping her with a pillow ♡

Hunter ☆

You and hunter were cuddling in bed when his little sister knocked on the door

It looked like she was crying and her voice was croaking as she rubs her eyes

Hunter immediately dropped you and ran to his baby sis, letting her small hands grab his finger and drag him to her room

You decided to check up on them, watching hunter read her a story, tickling her to make her laugh

Soon after she falls asleep. Hunter tucks her in and gives her a kiss on her forehead ♡

Yechan ☆

Yechan was getting ready to go to the agency when his little brother asked him to come

Yechan was about to decline, when he thought "why not?"

And so, yechan and his brother walk hand and hand into the agency *cue dramatic music again*

Yechan was showing the brother around the place, and taking him to the dancing room (idk what its called) where all the members were

The members were shocked that yechan brought his brother, but even more shocked when yechan was being responsible AND he was being quiet???? ♡

A/n: thank you for request!! And sorry for the long wait 😭

[graveyard-party666]

Red

Name: [Redacted]

Callsign: Red, Thirteen (Laswell coined this nickname because Red was thirteenth on the list of candidates for the job)

Birthplace: Ukraine

Age: [Redacted]

Family: [Redacted]

Info:

Red is a psychologist, interrogation expert, and profiler for the CIA.

Kate Laswell encountered the psychologist by chance when the CIA was seeking a specialist in the interrogation field. Red was recommended by a professor of criminology because she already held master's degrees in psychology and law from her home country. She was the 13th candidate on the list.

Red was initially hesitant to accept the offer due to fears of herself and her family being targeted by terrorists and criminals. Laswell promised to keep all of Red's personal information secret while psychologist was at work.

Before joining Task Force 141, Red met with them. Laswell often invites Red to accompany them in case her abilities are needed.

The origin of her callsign is straightforward. Her hair is dyed ginger. Both Laswell and Red refused to disclose Red's real name, even to Task Force 141. Although the men found it confusing, they respected her privacy. The only lingering question was how to address her without using her name. Captain Price jokingly suggested giving her a callsign. The only one who nonchalantly uttered the first word that came to mind was Ghost. He called her Red, and the nickname stuck.

Personality:

Introverted but generally easygoing, Red feels uncomfortable being an enigma to the people she works with. She believes the lack of information about her creates a gap between her and Task Force 141. Although she trusts them, she isn't quite ready to divulge more. The men know she is Ukrainian, and she sometimes shares stories from her youth but nothing compromising. She is proud of her Ukrainian heritage and often swears in Ukrainian.

Red is very indecisive about small things but holds strong opinions on social issues. She is prone to crying but is not proud of it and always excuses herself if she needs to cry.

Red is one of the best interrogation experts and profilers. Soap once jokingly called her a dominatrix after witnessing her interrogate a terrorist.

Despite usually wearing her heart on her sleeve and being a deeply empathetic person, she tries her best not to show that she is scared most of the time.

After a particularly difficult mission for Task Force 141, she decided to reveal her real name and more personal information but requested that they continue using the nickname. She felt that if any of them were to die without knowing her real name, she would never forgive herself.

Skills:

Red has an amazing memory and remembers small details but doesn't want to make anyone uncomfortable with the fact that she might remember the smallest facts about them. She often says that she's not vindictive but has a great memory and a slightly evil streak.

Her ability to break people, extract intel, and get into their heads is highly valued by her colleagues. She sometimes spends hours profiling to know which buttons to push during interrogations or for Task Force 141.

In addition to her work with Laswell, she conducts open-source intelligence (OSINT) gathering, which involves legally gathering information about individuals or organizations from free, public sources, typically found on the internet.

Red lacks combat skills and is skinny, pale, and somewhat sickly-looking. Gaz jokingly calls her "noodle legs." She almost cried when Price and Ghost suggested it was time for her to start working out and learning how to fight. She hates physical activities.

Facts:

Red always learns several languages and understands most Slavic languages.

She is decent at drawing and once drew Ghost's face from memory after seeing it once. She thought he wouldn't find out, but he did. She avoided him for the whole day. (He felt flattered by the drawing).

Red has published several sociological reviews on social issues as well as critiques of famous psychiatrists.

She publishes essays on various topics.

As a child, she wanted to become a fashion designer.

Red writes poetry.

She plays guitar and is a mediocre singer.

Red struggles with mental health issues, doesn't hide it, and often jokes about it.

Passionate about art and history.

[drvirgus]

The life you dreamed of

(Series)

Description: Y/n a K-pop Idol of the 5-Member Group Moonlight. But what happens when she falls in Love? How exactly is her life as an Idol and why did she become one?

Idol! Yeji X Idol! Reader

Warnings: Mention of Bullying and Suicide, curse words

Chapter 23:

Masterlist

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Grinning widely, I sat cross-legged on our couch, a blanket over my legs as Haewon placed a bowl of popcorn on my lap. "Come on, it's about to start!" Hanni exclaimed, sounding visibly stressed. Smiling, I looked around, and Yeji emerged from the bathroom, joining me under the blanket.

The Moonlight and Itzy members scattered on the floor or settled on the couch. Ordered food covered the coffee table, and snacks were ready. Since I wasn't particularly hungry, I snacked on a few pieces of popcorn. I immediately looked at Haewon when I tasted the salt.

I quickly flashed her a finger heart, which she waved off with a laugh. My attention shifted back to our TV as Ryujin drew our attention. I recognized the JTBC logo, and shortly after, the intro began. I smiled as I felt Yeji's arm wrap around me.

"Wow," Yuna exclaimed as I appeared for the first time. I was recognizable in the lecture hall, my relatively short hair, as usual, tied back. My forehead slightly wrinkled as I stared at my book, but it relaxed as my best friend, also my love interest, sat beside me. Almost immediately, my arm wrapped around her waist as she showed me something on her phone.

"Is that your love interest?" Chaeryeong asked as she slurped her noodles. Her eyes briefly on me until I nodded with my head. The next few minutes were like the protagonist talking with her love interest. Of course, in the end, she would end up with her best friend.

But I kept that surprise to myself.

I watched myself on TV again. Now I looked nervous as my best friend touched me suggestively, applying my makeup for the next party. I heard Hanni start to laugh, "You can't even tell it's your acting debut," Ryujin commented, and Yunjin agreed immediately.

Haewon remained silent the whole time. She neither ate nor drank anything, at least not when I was on screen. This made me smile. Yeji and Haewon seemed quite focused.

I felt Yeji now inching closer to me. I glanced briefly at my steady girlfriend and then back at the TV. I saw myself with my love interest again. It was probably the scene we had to repeat several times because my co-star and I couldn't stop laughing.

We had to speak romantically and vulnerably to each other. It looked like we were about to kiss, but I dodged at the last second. My cheeks turned red as I fled from the place that was supposed to be my room.

I noticed Yeji next to me licking her lips, "There will definitely be a kissing scene; if not, I'll be disappointed," Hanni suddenly said, and almost everyone agreed. My eyes, however, immediately returned to my girlfriend, her hand now on my thigh, just under the blanket.

"Everything... okay?" I asked, but I flinched when I felt Yeji's hand sliding higher and higher. My eyes widened in disbelief. Yeji smirked and looked at me, "Do you find her attractive?" she asked, and my breath caught. My mouth slightly opened as I hesitated visibly.

Yeji's eyes narrowed due to my hesitation, and she removed her hand from my thigh. My mouth opened, "You're more beautiful," I replied, and Yeji looked at me. Her eyebrows raised, "Oh really?" she asked, and I immediately nodded my head. Yeji smirked a bit and brought her face dangerously close.

"I want to be there for the kissing scene," the older one demanded, and almost instantly, my forehead furrowed. Yeji laughed at that, giving me a broad grin, "I was kidding, Y/n," she said, laughing softly. Her eyes then fell back on the TV.

I took a deep breath through my nose. I observed her from the side. Somehow... she seemed odd... was she perhaps jealous?

Although... Yeji looks different when she's angry...

"Can we go to my room?" I whispered softly, causing Yeji to look at me questioningly. I smiled innocently, "No. I want to watch the drama," the older one replied, making me sigh. My lower lip pushed forward to look naturally sweeter. Yeji looked at me, "Please?" I asked now in a sweet voice.

Yeji swallowed, her eyes wider than usual, "Okay," she whispered softly. Grinning, I stood up immediately. As quietly as possible, I led Yeji into my room and locked the door.

Yeji looked at me questioningly, but her expression changed as I took off my top and provocatively threw it on the floor.

Yeji paused. Her mouth hung open, "Y/n... you naughty girl," the older one said, lightly grinning. She licked her lips again and gestured for me to come closer with her finger. I did as she demanded, and shortly after, I felt her hand on my hip. Her eyes sparkled with anticipation.

"Was that the main reason you invited me?" she asked with a small grin on her face. Her lips close to mine as she looked deeply into my eyes. I nervously laughed, "Maybe," I replied just as quietly. The redhead laughed deeply and connected our lips with a force that I hadn't experienced from her before.

It didn't take long until we landed on my bed.

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Me (4:40): Good morning, baby. ☀️🤭

Me (4:50): I'm getting ready right now because the shoot has been rescheduled spontaneously. Unfortunately, I won't manage breakfast. But... I'll try to be there for dinner at least. Let's have a date today. Just you and me. 🥰🫰🏼

Yeji (6:23): Good morning. How's the shoot going? I saw that it might rain today. Do you have an umbrella with you? ☔😲

Yeji (6:23): A date with you? I definitely won't say no to that. What time do you finish today? Did your shoot get moved up, so you finish earlier?

Yeji (6:25): Have you eaten anything at all?

Me (8:18): The shoot is going well. Just on a short break now. Honestly, I haven't really eaten, and I'm not hungry. How was your breakfast? Why were you up so early, baby? You finally have a day off today. Rest! 😴🥶

Me (9:20): I just asked the director, and if the rain doesn't interrupt our shoot, we should be done around 8:00 PM. 🌧️🫡

Me (10:57): Text me when you're awake again. Sweet dreams, preferably of me. 😘🥹

Yeji (13:37): Oh. I fell asleep again. 😴😅

Yeji (13:37): I want to see you...

Yeji (13:37): Should I pick you up? 🚗🤔

Yeji (13:40): Have you at least eaten now? 🥘😒

Me (15:21): Not really. I'm honestly too tired to even think about food right now. 😴🫠

Yeji (15:25): Y/N!!!!😤😤😤

Yeji (15:25): How late were you up yesterday? You said you were just going to play one more round. 🎮🫥🫥

Me (15:25): I can't end on a loss...😇

Me (15:26): Maybe I stayed up longer than planned...

Me (15:27): I miss you too. 😢🫰🏼😓

Yeji (15:27): What time? How long were you awake?

Yeji (15:30): Don't ignore me now! 😡🙃

Yeji (16:00): Are you on set right now?

Me (18:30): Currently on a break because of the rain🥸🤌🏽

Me (18:32): I was up until... around 2 or so.

Yeji (18:34): Have you eaten?

Me (18:35): Having a croissant now. 🥐🤭

Yeji (18:35): Is that it? You had nothing else?🤨

Me (18:37): No. But I also don't really have an appetite. But, baby, I can't continue texting right now. I need to practice the script for the next scene. 🥺🥺🥺

Yeji (18:38): You have to eat something...

Yeji (18:38): Is our date still on for tonight?

Me (18:40): I think it might be pushed back a bit. It depends on when the rain stops. I guess around 9:30 to 10:00?🥺🥺

Yeji (18:40): Okay... I'll wait. Do your best but don't overwork yourself. 😘🫰🏼

Me (18:42): Funny that it's coming from you. Just rest, baby. I'll call you when I'm done.

Me (18:42): Gotta go now. I love you. ❤️🫰🏼🫰🏼

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The rain pounded against the roof of the van as I sat inside, the script on my lap, attempting to memorize my lines. Today, probably because I was quite tired, nothing seemed to be coming together. I often stumbled or made a few mistakes, prompting us to redo several scenes.

My co-star, Kim Tae-ri, wasn't doing any better. We would burst into laughter whenever something romantic came up. But together, we managed to overcome the scenes.

My eyes widened as I glanced at the lines for the next scene. Apparently, the next scene was already a confession. My character was a bit drunk, and Tae-ri's character would bring me to my room. That's where the scene between the two really started. Apparently, I also had to cry while confessing my love.

I was surprised when I saw that this scene also included a kissing scene. My eyebrows lifted in astonishment. Somehow, I was nervous but excited as well. I just hoped that my character could give someone hope, especially since there seemed to be fewer lesbian characters than gay characters.

The sliding door of my van opened, and I immediately looked at the person. However, I only recognized an umbrella until it was folded, and the person simply sat next to me. My eyes widened as I immediately recognized who was sitting beside me. "Hold on a moment," the older woman said, handing me the bag.

I noticed Yeji closing the door and turning to me with a smile as she looked at me. "Hey," she said, laughing lightly. I couldn't help but smile almost instantly, completely forgetting about the script. I glanced briefly at the bag on my lap. The smell was driving me crazy.

"Jjajangmyeon?" I asked, making Yeji look at me in surprise. "You can smell it?" she asked, sniffing as well. My smile faded as I looked at the older woman. "Are you sick?" I asked, concerned, but Yeji waved it off. She grabbed the bag, handing me my portion.

"If I eat this now... I won't be hungry later," I said, looking at the redhead. Yeji smiled, "I don't think we're going on a date tonight. So, this is our date for now," she said with a smirk, already starting to eat and nodding for me to do the same.

"You... didn't walk all the way in the rain, did you? You took a taxi... right?" I asked, speaking a bit softer now. My eyes were fixed on my girlfriend as I was unwrapping the chopsticks. I scrutinized the older woman. She was wearing one of my gray sweaters, and over it, a white rain jacket. She had on simple black jeans and black ankle boots, likely adding a bit to her height.

I took a deep breath. "Take off the jacket before you eat," I suggested, placing my portion beside me. I leaned forward, adjusting the heater a bit higher. I opened the glove compartment and pulled out a few tissues.

Sitting back properly, Yeji had been watching me the whole time. She looked a bit puzzled since I wasn't saying anything, but she didn't ask. A smile appeared on her face as she saw me offering her the pack of tissues. Yeji had taken off her jacket and accepted the tissues.

"In case you're wondering, Chaeryeong infected me," the redhead said, and I nodded in understanding. A smirk played on my lips as I observed my girlfriend's entire face. Yeji nervously started to giggle. "Why are you staring at me like that?" she asked, making me smile even wider.

"I don't know. The more I look at you... the more I fall in love with you," I replied, my voice softer than usual, prompting Yeji to sigh a bit. "I'm sick. Don't make me kiss you, Y/n," she warned, immediately holding the back of her hand against her own lips.

That made me laugh, and I pressed my lips against the palm of her hand, right where her lips should be. Yeji's eyes widened. She probably didn't expect me to do that. My hand was now on her wrist. "I heard you recover faster if you infect someone," I whispered softly as I made sure she removed her hand from her lips.

Just before our lips met, Yeji pressed her hand against my mouth, surprising me and widening my eyes. Questioningly, I furrowed my brow. "I heard you have a kissing scene. Do you want to infect your co-star too?" she asked, and my face immediately relaxed.

Annoyed that Yeji was right, my eyes narrowed. Pouting, I huffed and turned my head to the noodles. Finally, the chopsticks were in my hand again. Shortly after, I felt Yeji giving me a kiss on the cheek.

My head turned slowly towards the older woman, who was grinning broadly at me. "I'll hurry up and get better," she whispered, to which I just nodded slightly. Yeji laughed at my expression. "Seeing you like this, one wouldn't believe you're an actress," she joked, laughing a bit louder.

I smiled right away, and of course, I started eating as Yeji pointed it out.

God... I love her.

[raddocwrites]

SNW drabbles

Little is as little does

They transported into the middle of a very animated lunch. Captain pike had replicated dinosaur shaped chicken nuggets and macaroni and cheese. Uhura half sat/half knelt on her chair and marched two of the dinos across her plate to attack the nuggets on Dr mbengas dish.

The doctor laughed then leaned over and whispered into the small girls ear. With a giggle she nodded and they both turned and led a small dinosaur army towards Lt ortegas plate. The pilot sat on uhuras other side and had been building an impassible moat out of the cheesy noodles. But alas, her nuggies did not stand a chance.

Chapel smiled and quickly charged forward. She plopped onto the empty chair next to spock. The captain was on the boys other side, trying to get him to eat. The small child sat with his arms crossed and stared at his plate as if personally offended by it.

“Spock,” nurse chapel said with a smile. “Why aren’t you eating?”

“Because,” spock said.

Chapel waited. “Because why?”

“I don’t like it,” came the small reply.

Chapel raised an eyebrow. “Have you tried it?”

Spock frowned. The captain huffed a wounded sigh. “No he hasn’t.” He somehow managed to make it sound like this hadn’t devastated him.

Chapel hid a smile at the captains obvious distress and turned squarely to spock. She bent down. “Is it because you are too afraid of melted cheese to even try it?”

Spock drew back slightly. His eyes narrowed. “No,” he said sullenly.

“Then prove it,” chapel said as she filled her own plate and took a bite of the macaroni, making sure spock saw her.

The little boy pinched his lips. But after a moment he reached out and scooped up a tiny bite and put it reluctantly in his mouth. His eyes widened. He looked from chapel to the captain. He quickly took several more spoonfuls.

The captain smiled triumphantly up to chapel and nodded his thanks.

Una still held little la’an in front of her, with the girls head on her chest. She turned slightly so la’an could see the others gathered around the large table. There was a spot for them at the end, close enough to be included but far enough away that la’an hopefully wasn’t overwhelmed.

Una sat and just let la’an get acclimated to things. She rubbed her back and smiled at tiny uhura and spock. The three miniature crewmembers really were almost too adorable to handle.

After several minutes, she caught chapels eye who dished up a plate of dino nuggets. She leaned over and carefully set it in front of una.

Una smiled her thanks then placed her hands gently on la’ans shoulders. “Time to eat, sweet pea.” At first the little girl resisted when una tried to sit her up. But then she lifted her head and her dark eyes seemed to spear into unas soul.

“Time to eat,” she said again gently. The little girl stayed stiff as una carefully rearranged her so she was sitting facing forward in unas lap. She wrapped one arm snugly around la’ans waist and rubbed reassuringly at a tiny leg.

When the girl was something other than completely tensed, una slid the plate of food close. la’an hesitated, almost as if she wasn’t sure what to do. So una picked up a chicken nugget and placed it in tiny fingers. Then she grabbed another and took a bite, showing la’an how good it was.

The little girl hesitated. Then she brought the food to her mouth and took the teeniest bite. Una couldn’t tell if she liked it or not. She took another miniscule bite and chewed it much longer than necessary. She slowly bit every appendage and uneven end of the dinosaur nugget. Then she patiently started in on the main body. It took several minutes to finish just the one.

Una discreetly watched la’an eat. It was almost as if the girl was trying to savor every morsal, to make it last as long as possible. To make that one chicken nugget satisfy her for…an hour? A day? A week?

Unas lips thinned and she brought the plate closer. She handed the tiny girl another nugget. “Here, la’an. Eat,” she instructed gently. “East as much as you want. There is more. There will always be more.” Una flashed back to her time with la’an on the King Jr and how the girl had squirreled food away and carried it, hidden on her person, at all times. Just in case.

Una blew out a calming breath and kissed the top of la’ans head. The little girl leaned back against her chest in response. Chapel saw this and couldn’t hide her smile. Not that she really tried though. She leaned over with a bowl of macaroni and cheese and pushed it carefully towards la’an. “Do you want some?” she asked staring into those deep, dark eyes.

La’an considered her a moment, eyes flicking to the pasta. Then she nodded and waited until chapels hands receded before she pulled the bowl closer. Much like spock, her eyes widened and she nearly smiled. Una hid her own smile behind another chicken nugget.

[chloeriversongwrites]

[Fluff] Werewolf! Katsuki Bakugou X Kitsune! Shura Ikitsuki Sweet Treat

Music escaped from Shura’s room, helping her concentrate on a small doodle that she wanted to do, but something else was on her mind, and that would be Halloween and the party that the U.A. was throwing for the students and the teachers would help them to get the edge off from certain events, although it’s becoming October and Halloween is just around the corner. Shura soon got up from her desk and walked towards her closet, wanting to be prepared before the Halloween party came around, even though she had four weeks to find a Halloween costume, that didn’t stop her from preparing and making some details for her costume.

Shura started to go through her closet while going by some dresses that she had, however, they didn’t fit the theme that she was planning on doing, stopping at one of the few kimonos that she had, becoming excited as she found what she was looking for. She had the biggest grin on her face as she pulled out the perfect kimono, something that she had made during Home Economics that was taught by Amilia Amura, aka Songblade. Placing the homemade Kimono on her bed, before going back to her closet to find a mask that she also made in Home Economics.

Soon after finding the mask that was somewhat hidden underneath some shirts and whatnot, grinning wide as she happily walked over to her bed where her homemade Kimono was lying, feeling her grim widen. I can’t wait for the Halloween Party, even though it’s two days away. She couldn’t help but think about what Katsuki was going to wear to the party, even though he wasn’t exactly a people person, she somehow drew him close to her, and the truth was told, that she liked him when they first met.

A small giggle escaped from the artist as she spun around her room, couldn’t wait to see what her boyfriend was going to be dressing up as, probably something that fits with his personality. Shura soon marked down when Halloween was and what time it started, she soon put the Kimono and the mask on the same hanger and put it on the door’s hanger to help with what Shura was going to wear and whatnot, the artist soon walked over to her desk, sitting back down on the chair as she started to draw again.

After finishing with the doodle and putting her art supplies on her desk, fixing the paper on her table as she put them in a perfect pile since it was going to bother her if everything wasn’t neat and clean, getting up and stretching out her arms and legs, looking over to the clock to see what time it was. Almost dinner time and then it’s bedtime. Shura thought to herself as she headed towards the door, opening it and closing it behind her when she stepped out of her room, leading her to the staircase.

She soon walked to the kitchen she came downstairs, looking around the kitchen to look for anything that she likes to eat or something simple to make. Looking through the cabinets for an easy meal to make, only found some rice and noodles, however, she wasn’t in the mood for rice and noodles. Nothing interesting yet. She thought to herself as she continued to search for a meal, finding some corndogs and TV dinners, which made her shrug as she grabbed two TV dinners that would keep her full.

Sometime later as Shura finished making the two TV dinners, she made a note to herself that she needed to go out to the store and get more food and drinks. She took her plate out to the dining room and sat at the table, placing her plate down and sitting down on the chair. Shura soon starts to eat her small dinner, turning on the TV with the remote that was on the table, where she had left it last night. Putting on a show that she likes to watch, noticing a countdown on the bottom of the screen, one week until Halloween.

“Halloween is just around the corner and we’re just playing some Halloween-themed music.” A female voice said over the TV as soon as commercials started to play, which annoyed Shura since she wanted to have none-commercials popping up during her dinner time, shrugging her shoulders as she went back to eating her dinner, only getting done a few minutes later as the show came back on, looking up at the clock to check the time. “I still have a few minutes before bedtime, it wouldn’t hurt to watch some T.V.” She rubs the back of her head.

Shura switches the TV off as she places the remote back down on the table, gets up from her spot, and picks up her dirty plate, walking into the kitchen to put her plate and silverware that she used into the sink before walking out of the kitchen. She soon went back upstairs to her room, wanting to get ready for bedtime, although she wanted to text Katsuki goodnight and she’d see him tomorrow. Hey, sorry for not texting back… I have been drawing all day, so Goodnight, and I’ll see you tomorrow. She sent the text to her boyfriend.

It’s fine, I have been training all day and went to the Halloween store to get my costume for the dance. Katsuki had texted her back, which made her feel glad that he didn’t mind. What did you get? Shura was now curious about her boyfriend’s costume, wondering what he had chosen to be for the Halloween party, looking at her phone as she waited for his text. A werewolf, even though I’m already a werewolf, but whatever. A werewolf? That was an interesting choice for Katsuki. Shura couldn’t help but giggle as she held her phone to her chest with a wide smile.

~Timeskip to the Halloween party~

After a week had passed and days had gone by, today was the day for the Halloween party, and everyone was in costume. Shura sat next to Katsuki during Home Economics class as Miss. Amura starts teaching her classroom, and the couple seems to notice that their teacher is wearing a witch costume, along with her niece. “Now class, we’re going make homemade candy for the Halloween party tonight, each student will be paired up with their partners that they are sitting next to,” Amilia explained to her class.

Shura became excited as she always dreamed of making homemade treats and whatnot, she also was excited because she was being paired with her boyfriend, who seemed annoyed with the idea, although he shook his head as he didn’t mind being paired up with his girlfriend. “This is exciting, we’re going to make treats for the party tonight.” She smiled up at her boyfriend, and he returned the smile to her. “Yeah, but it’s going to be a bit annoying.” Katsuki shrugs his shoulders as they receive the recipe for the candy that they’re going to make.

Shura and Katsuki started to make the candy which was easy to do, the two looked at their hard work as Amilia had come to check out with a clipboard in her hands. “You guys did great on these, alright children, it takes to take these sweets to the gym.” The teacher soon instructed her students to pick up the desserts that they had made for the Halloween party, Shura and Katsuki followed behind their teacher, although they could hear music from the hallway. “Alright students, go inside and put the sweets down and enjoy the party!” Amilia smiles wide.

Both Shura and Katsuki followed behind Midoriya and Ochaco, the lights were off while the show lights were lighting up the way to the dance floor and there were some nightstand lamps on the tables with the food and drinks on them, Shura was handed the tray before Katsuki kissed her forehead. “I’ll be waiting over there, okay?” He placed a hand on top of her head, patting it softly. “Okay.” Shura smiled at her boyfriend before he lifted his hand off of her head, nodding his head before walking over to his only friend, Kirishima to talk a bit.

Placing the tray on the table had been an easy task for her as she placed it down near her friend’s desserts, rubbing her forehead as she went to find Katsuki, who was still talking to Kirishima about hero-related things, although she couldn’t help but smile as her boyfriend became annoyed and was ready to use his quirk. “Kacchan!” Shura soon latched onto his arm with a sneaky smile on her face. “Come and dance.” She added as she tagged onto her boyfriend’s arm, dragging him onto the dance floor. The two soon started to dance once they were on the dance floor, although it surprised Shura that Katsuki knew how to dance. “This is the best Halloween ever.” She couldn’t help but snuggle into Katsuki’s chest with a small blush on her face but with a smile, soon enough Katsuki pulled her into a hug. “It’s been the best Halloween because you’re here.” He soon kissed her forehead. This is our sweet treat. She couldn’t help but smile wide as she and Katsuki continued to dance on the dance floor, making it a memory for them both. ~

This is an AU where the characters are monsters, a Halloween special! Requested By: BlueRose86 Word Count: 1,570

[tinygmusic]

J-Hope to Perform at LE GALA DES PIÈCES JUANES in Paris

Rosa Gulliver of TINYGMUSIC | January 18, 2025

BTS' J-Hope is set to perform at Le Gala des Pièces Jaunes at La Défense Arena in Paris, France, on January 23 (local time). The announcement follows the unveiling of his first solo world tour.

Led by France's First Lady Brigitte Macron, the charity event is hosted by the Opération Pièces Jaunes foundation and aims to raise funds for hospitalised children and teenagers. With a history of high-profile performances and successful fundraising efforts, Le Gala des Pièces Jaunes has been regarded as one of the most esteemed charitable events in the country. 

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Along with the announcement made on France 2, a teaser featuring a star-studded line-up was revealed. This year, j-hope will perform alongside other iconic superstars, including Katy Perry, John Legend, J Balvin, and more. The performances will be broadcast on France 2 on January 28 (local time). This marks J-Hope's solo European TV performance debut, signalling his continuous evolution as a global icon.

The announcement comes on the heels of the unveiling of J-Hope’s first solo world tour 'HOPE ON THE STAGE,’ which will feature a total of 31 shows in 15 cities across the world, including New York, Seoul, Singapore, Jakarta, Bangkok, Osaka, and more. 

The North American leg of the tour will make stops in 6 cities, with the grand finale being J-Hope’s highly-anticipated solo stadium debut at the iconic BMO Stadium in Los Angeles. The milestone event will make him the first South Korean solo artist to ever headline a stadium show in the United States. The announcement drew significant media attention, highlighting the immense excitement surrounding his upcoming solo endeavours.  

About J-Hope

J-Hope (Jeong Hoseok) is a South Korean rapper, dancer, songwriter, music producer and member of 21st century pop icons, BTS. Known as the ‘lead dancer’ of the group, J-Hope boasts his performance skills that are nearly perfect. His originality in music as an artist also comes from the fact that he learned music through dance. J-Hope has been participating in making music such as “Intro : Boy Meets Evil” and “MAMA” in WINGS, and his solo works.  J-Hope’s first mixtape Hope World (March 2018) expressed his honest emotions and personal narratives, suggesting his vision as an artist. Globally-famed “Chicken Noodle Soup (feat. Becky G)” released in 2019 showcased his own musical personality with exhilarating energy and performance. J-Hope also validated his capability as a creative director by leading all aspects—from music to concept and visual elements—of his solo album, Jack In The Box (July 2022), which addresses his passion and agony he goes through as an artist. In 2022, J-Hope made history as the first South Korean act to headline a main stage at Lollapalooza. J-Hope released a special album HOPE ON THE STREET VOL.1 alongside docuseries ‘HOPE ON THE STREET’ in March 2024. He is set to embark on his highly-anticipated first solo world tour ‘J-Hope Tour 'HOPE ON THE STAGE’ starting in February 2025. 

About BTS 

BTS, an acronym of Bangtan Sonyeondan or “Beyond the Scene,” are a GRAMMY-nominated South Korean boyband that has been capturing the hearts of millions of fans globally since their debut in June 2013. The members of BTS are RM, Jin, SUGA, J-Hope, Jimin, V, and Jung Kook. Gaining recognition for their authentic and self-produced music, top-notch performances, and the way they interact with their fans, the band has established themselves as 21st century pop icons breaking countless world records. While imparting a positive influence through activities such as the LOVE MYSELF campaign and the UN ‘Speak Yourself’ speech, the band has mobilised millions of fans across the world (named ARMY), collected six No.1 Billboard Hot 100 singles since 2020, and performed multiple sold-out stadium shows across the world. They were also named TIME’s Entertainer of the Year 2020. BTS are 5-time GRAMMY nominees (63rd to 65th GRAMMY Awards) and have been recognised with numerous prestigious awards like the Billboard Music Awards, American Music Awards (Artist of the Year 2021) and MTV Video Music Awards. 

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大家好! I hadn't noticed how privileged we are when we include eggs as the most basic form of nutrition in our meals until I watched Bisan from Gaza. In a recent video, she mentioned she hadn't eaten eggs for months. This made me more mindful and thankful as I made lunch of a potato bun, carrot sticks, 2 ajitsuke tamago and coriander hummus. Inflation might be coming under control, but food is much more expensive nowadays. Thanks to conflicts in the world, life has regressed for many across the globe. Eggs may be a luxury to those who're struggling to put food on the table, just as they were during our forefathers' time decades ago.

I've eaten hummus and loved it. It was time to try something new. Baba ganoush is a luscious dip from Lebanon, made from eggplant, tahini, lemon and garlic. It's the first time I'm trying it and I'm very excited. Besides eating this and hummus with celery and carrot sticks as well as potato bread, I might experiment using them as sandwich spreads with other fresh veggies. For protein, I'll start with smoked salmon, canned sardines or sliced and mashed tau kwa (firm tofu). Bread is 1 of my least preferred form of carbohydrates; I'm a rice and noodles person. However, alleviating suffering is very close to my heart. Supporting Palestinians in Gaza and Lebanese as they're going through hardship is very important to me. So if I have to eat bread with hummus and baba ganoush, I will.

Pa and I returned to the vegan cafe after a few months. We were early and it was still closed, so whilst we waited, we had coffee. What drew us back was a promotional deal of 20% off their bibimbap. I ordered that, added 'scrambled eggs' (tau kwa coloured with turmeric) for extra protein and declined the gochujang to cut down on salt intake. Besides the tofu scramble, the rice came with seaweed, enoki mushrooms, shredded carrots, kimchi, sweet corn, green beans and roasted tau kwa (firm tofu). This was SO delicious! I finished all of it. Pa also finished his bean burger with steamed sweet potatoes and salad.

In Singapore, we have about 3 months of rainy weather and 9 months of intense heat. I live in athleisure most of the time when I don't have to return to office. During the hottest months, I can be found in shorts, sports bras and airy tops. My favourite footwear to match these outfits is flip flops and, speaking of them, it was time to replace my current pair. I've tried and loved Anta's sling bags, backpacks, leggings, sports bras, tops, caps and socks. Now that it's time to replace my flip flops, they were the first brand I checked out and they didn't disappoint; behold my new Anta slippers! I've worn them already and they're SO comfy.

It's NYE today. As we enter a brand new year, my prayers are for peace between Israel and Palestine so that both are able to exist in safety and harmony. I also pray that Palestinians will survive the winter cold which has claimed the lives of several babies. The outlook for 2025 remains unpredictable, but I'm glad to see the back of the Biden administration, which has had 2 wars which commenced on its watch. May there be no new wars on President Trump's watch, otherwise, maybe the US shouldn't have a President at all. It doesn't benefit the world if there's only chaos. 下次见!

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Lunch Trade

(a very short drabble)

Bell had rang. Students were everywhere around the school building. It was recess time.

On the corner of class 11-B, there were Tori, Ruvel, and Tinkle, having their seats facing one table in the middle. There were three different lunchboxes placed there, on top of the single desk.

They sat and were full of anticipation, ready to reveal what had they brought to the scheduled lunch during the break.

The day before today, the three of them made a deal to bring lunch and plan to eat together by the next day's classroom break, Ruvel's idea.

"Ready?" He announced, hands holding the lid of his own lunchbox.

Tinkle nodded passionately, her energy matched with him and like a child. she had the same exact pose and stance as Ruvel, mimicking him.

Meanwhile, Tori could only heaved with a sour smile etched on her face, contemplating about her presentation soon as she didn't get the chance to prepare fancy stuff, "I didn't make much at all-"

"No worries," Ruvel meddled in casually, "that's why we're holding this lunch time together, we'll share! Ok, now on count one... two...three!"

When the lids were opened, various fragrant aromas wafted up their noses with the dishes displayed on the table,

A small portion of rice with a sprinkle of dried seaweed and a large amount of octopus shaped sausages filled Tinkle's lunchbox. On the smaller space of the box, there were three pieces of apple slice that resembled the shape of a rabbit, complete with their long ears.

"Ruby made the apple rabbits for us, she said one of them is poisoned" she giggled, but then leaning forward to whisper her friends a surprising revelation, "it was a joke, she did not poison anything"

Tori snorted, "That's even more concerning"

Ruvel could only gave a stiff nod, nervousness crept up his spine before it faded shortly, he cleared his throat before throwing a comment, "Good for her to cut some apples for us"

Inside Tori's lunchbox, there were three pieces of medium sized ham sandwiches with extra cheese and six chocolate biscuits on the side.

Their faces hovered over the simple look of Tori's lunch, "I told you I did not make much" she shrugged, leaning back on her chair and crossed her legs,

"Don't worry Tori, they look delicious too!" Tinkle chimed with an encouraging smile, "It's not like we are feeding everyone in the classroom. I would say your portion is enough for us three!"

"Tinkle is right," Ruvel confirmed, "we need a balanced meal, yours definitely meeting up the criteria of a 'decent meal'"

"Alright, alright nutrition expert, let's see what you bring to the table"

And lastly, for what's inside Ruvel's lunchbox is a good portion of fried noodle, topped with dried herbs and other seasonings with few rolled deep fried katsu on the side.

"Oooh, another Ruvel's family specialty" Tinkle landed her first comment, she could not tear her gaze away from the golden rolled katsu in his lunchbox, the perfectness of its color and shape drooled her a fantasy of taking a bite on one of those.

She placed her trade in an instant, "I will trade three octopuses for one of your juicy katsu!"

"You can have two if you add the not-poisoned rabbit apple slice in your offer"

"Deal!"

Tori could only watch the two swapping their food. Short chuckle drew out from her before she began to take a bite on one of her sandwiches. Before she knew it, a piece of octopus and a large katsu roll landed in her lunchbox.

Lifting her gaze, she met their wide smiles on their faces at once, and they nodded in union before setting their seats, announcing their pray before eating.

"You guys don't wanna trade with me?" she asked,

"Well... there's an upcoming math test so..."

Tori had to hold back a smile when she watched them silently exchanging glances for a moment before they took another piece of their food and swung them into her lunchbox.

They did not say a word afterwards, but their intentions were clear.

A bribe, they were bribing her. Tori couldn't hold back her snort this time when Tinkle and Ruvel gave her their pleading looks understood their intentions.

"Don't worry," she chuckled, taking the remaining sandwiches from her box and placed each into theirs, "tutoring you both has always been my responsibility as a good friend, now, let's eat. Okay?"

The smiles returned and the three happily eat their lunch together.

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There was a fire up at the high school. Mrs Petrie broke her leg. She was always one to panic when there were loud noises around her – high volume made her scared. And whilst she was ushering the children out of the geography classroom and down the claustrophobic staircases she tripped and fell down the steps and landed on her shins and her left leg was broken. The children stood staring at her; whilst a cone on the upper corner of the ceiling flashed in ruby raging red. “I can’t move!” she yelled at a group of boys. Who usually hated her. Most of the children disliked her because she belonged to that old bracket of sadism and mindless respect for one’s elders. And she had a crackly temper. And only taught geography because that’s what she did at university, a long, long time ago; and she certainly wasn’t young anymore, with the brown teeth and the wine-bottle shaped body and the five foot two height; and she had no kids of her own and lived alone in a small flat and had very little friends.

Two of the boys helped her up. And then held her shoulders whilst she staggered on her right leg down the stairs, with the screaming alarms all around her. In the playground outside she found her forehead lathered in sweat. The kids stared at her, curious to see her injured. She rested against the wall. And she took her mobile phone out and called for 999. They took her to the hospital. It was the first time she had ever broken anything and for the sixty two years before today she had been proud that no bones of hers were ever broken. It would take around two months to heal. And the headteacher gave her that time off. Mrs Petrie’s main (well, her only) passion in life was to garden. On weekends she would be in her garden working at her flowers. She could do nothing but sit in her living room with her garden right there. The squirrels and birds came – she watched them through the patio windows – and she envied their mobility. So she drew the curtains up. And watched television instead; anything that was on. There were GET WELL SOON cards from the teachers and pupils that hung above the fake fireplace. She eventually put all of those in the bin. April passed and May passed and it got to June. Throughout the two months the doctor had given her painkillers to help with the leg. That lay there immobile and itching under its cast. They had worked back in April, in the early weeks: when it was two per day she was supposed to take. Then in May she began to take three pills a day. Without quite realising how many she was taking. And then in June she would take one pill before she went to sleep at night, alongside the three daily doses. Then it was two at night. They made her hungry. Her neighbour brought her food from the shop. Noodles and crisps and cakes. She stayed up into the a.m. kingdom. There were erratic B movies on television; action flicks or these tacky rom coms; genres she didn’t used to watch. By the last week of June she was on her last tray of pills. She had called the doctor several times throughout the week to let him know that she needed a new tray. They told her eventually that her doctor was on vacation. So she had to wait for another doctor to get back to her. Then when this other doc called her, she was asleep in the afternoon and didn’t hear her phone. Then in the evening she woke up, finding that she only had five pills left. So she vowed to not have any of them until the next morning. So she got to 4 a.m. – cracked – and dunked three pills into her mouth. And then as she drowsily made her way to her bed with her walking stick, she collapsed, and hit her head on the corridor cupboard. She woke up confusedly thirty minutes later. And went back into the living room, not knowing what time it was. She thought she was drowsy only through sleepiness, and forgot that she’d already taken the trio of pills to get to sleep. So she swallowed the final two pills. And passed out on the armchair. … And her neighbour found her thirty hours later. She wasn’t answering her doorbell so he hopped the fence into her garden and saw her through the patio windows.