#gave up on trying to draw a background oh well

[semifinaldraw]

denn du warst meine erste liebe und die letzte bist du auch

[viscerism]

the kiddo!! ☆

[hana-the-ghostieee]

hey so um when i made this blog i thought i would use it to upload art

...i didn't

so here have this really sad bright pink sketch thing from last last month because i'm one of those people that literally just let this idea sit around for all eternity until i find it again and then work on it for five minutes before getting bored and losing interest for the next 4 weeks

also there may be guro

and if you can't tell what's going on. um lemme explain

so you know how the like half and half art was trending WAY back in 2021??? (or was it 2020??? pretty much everyone had that as their pfp) with like the wolves and the blue/pink or blue/orange??? yeah. now that the trend is dead, i draw something based on that. because it only gets appealing when no one shoves it in your face. basically what Moriah Elizabeth said (awesome artist, 2011-2015 Kyary-esque but not as wacky. or as Japanese.)

anywayssssss on the left we have. Amy as a ghost cuz Kumo to Yuurei but how he looked like in the Nautilus MV but kinda gory cuz human bodies disintegrate underwater over time i think??? the quick google search i did last last month said that so um yeah his ghost be part exposed bone with the background from the literal end of the Dakara Boku wa Ongaku wo Yameta MV (as in he looks behind before he oofs himself end)

and then on the right we have Nautilus. just the scene from Nautilus where Elma's holding the guitar like opposite sides of a magnet do to each other and she's crying and the papers of something she held flew away

and both of them are standing at the dock Amy oofed himself on, and from the Wikipedia article i read on types of Yuureis, um yeah Amy's ghost is literally. supposed to be there.

also i added some text cuz well Amy's really confused as to??? why the heck isn't Elma responding??? like yeah he's a ghost now but he's a Yuurei, right??? so like he gets to interact with the human world for the last time now that the reason he couldn't move on is here why can't he (but then [insert some really random reason that makes absolutely no sense here because Japanese folklore makes roughly as much sense as the PONPONPON MV] and then he just ends up moving on to a rebirth anyways)

[enwoso]

Could we pls have more sunshine/Grumpy reader I love x child reader. Maybe reader is sick and alessia brings her to training just thinking she’s not feeling too well but she starts being sick and alessia is stressed out but it’s just fluff with all of the girls

SICK BUG — alessia russo x child!reader

*part of the grumpy/sunshine universe once again<3*

grumpy masterlist

today was the conti-cup final in wolverhampton, arsenal v chelsea and alessia would be lying if she said she wasn't nervous. this was her first chance of silverware since joining arsenal this season. and she would love nothing more than to lift that trophy at the end of today.

but she also had someone who she had to worry about more which was at the end of the day a lot more important than the cup trophy, that being you.

for the past few days you had been poorly, alessia was hoping that you were going to be feeling better however it was probably the opposite. last night had been a particular rough night as you had been awake for most of it. as if you weren't crying cause you were too hot or too cold, you were crying cause you were coughing and spluttering your lungs up.

alessia spent most of the night drawing shapes on your bare back trying to get you to get at least some sleep along with herself before you would wake up again. the blonde was sure she only got an hour and half of uninterrupted sleep.

when the sun did finally come up, and it was time to get up - you refused covering your face with your blanket, your mum having to carry you down the stairs and sit you on the couch giving you some breakfast which you just nibbled at.

clinging to your mum as she tried to get ready in the short amount of time she had, just before leaving alessia gave you some medicine which was a battle in itself.

"lovie, open your mouth please" your mummy pleaded, as you moved your mouth away from the pink liquid on the spoon, "it'll make you better!"

"no, it taste yucky" you whined, pushing your mums hand away from your mouth making sure that you kept your mouth sealed shut.

a few pleads later and with a bit of a bribe that your mum would let you pick a new toy, you finally caved and had the yucky pink medicine. pulling a disgusting face as the spoon entered your mouth.

the medicine did the trick and eased your illness as well as making you sleepy, as before your mum even had a chance to get you ready for the day you had fallen asleep on the couch — the cartoons playing in the background.

alessia managed to get ready and get onto the arsenal coach that was taking the team to the stadium all with you still asleep.

"a bit early for her afternoon nap is it not?" kyra teased, as alessia huffed sitting down placing your backpack along with her own on the floor.

“don’t kyra”

normally alessia would have laughed or had some remark to the comment but instead it was met with a grumble and a shake of the head as she dragged her hands steph smacking the young australian on the shoulder her as she grumbled holding her shoulder.

"i take it she's still not feeling very well?" steph asked cautiously as alessia hummed shaking her head, as she looked at the two australian who were sitting in front of her.

"no, i think last night was her worst night - she slept a solid two hours" alessia commented, looking towards you moving the blanket from your upper body as your cheeks where starting to go red knowing that if you weren't cooled down you would wake up crying cause you were too hot.

"oh less, are you not tired?" steph said slightly worried for the blonde considering she was going to be playing football soon, not wanting the girl to be overly tired.

alessia hummed, "and then my mum was supposed to be coming to watch her while the games on but her stupid trains been cancelled so she can't even get here!"

"well i'm sure one of the girls who aren't starting won't mind watching her, she's not a bother" steph smiled as for the first time today so did alessia, thanking the girl as you both fell into a bit of small talk.

however you interrupted the conversation, small cries coming from you for "mummy" identical to the ones that alessia heard this morning.

the blonde picking you up from where you were laying on the coach seat, leaving your blanket where it was as you were beginning to burn up as alessia soothed you by rubbing up and down your back as your cries quieted down. your head tucked into your mummy's chest.

the coach stopping a few moments after, alessia knew you were not asleep as you were still twirling the ends of your hair in your fingers an action you did when you were trying to go to sleep.

“lovie? you gonna get down so we can get off the coach?” alessia said, not really asking you more telling you as she peeled you from her chest, placing you on the floor as a few complaints came from you.

“come on the lovie” your mummy said softly holding out her hand for you to hold, her other arm holding her big pink bag which had both everything you needed but also everything she needed.

“where everyone?” you asked, the rest of the team already gotten off the bus, you and your mummy being the last ones off. at you neared the front of the bus, you heard mummy said thank you to the driver before helping you down the steep stairs.

you jumping off the last step, a small smile finding your lips as you walked in front of your mum her telling you which way to go.

“you have a nice nap?” mummy asked as you nodded, “yes, i had a dream” you said so innocently, your mums eyes widening intrigued on what it could have been.

“you had a dream? what did lovie dream about?” mummy cooed, as you giggled a little pausing as you hummed thinking of your dream. “having a pet unicorn when i older” you admitted, walking the corridors of the molineux stadium.

your mummy chuckled a little at your dream, as you continued to tell her about the fantasy of your dream, how you lived with your unicorn in a big candy land.

“you can come visit too!” you cheered as alessia opened the door of the changing room. you finding your mums stop spotting her name on the jersey.

as she put her bag down sitting on the bench, scooping you up onto her knee everyone else around her beginning to get changing into the warmup kit.

as she began to rummaged around in her bag for a tissue for your runny nose. “that’s very sweet of you” your mummy smiled finding the pack of tissues which had peppa pig on the packaging after you demanded them ones in the shop just like you did with plasters any time you fell down and scraped your knee.

you were adamant that the ones with the pictures on made your knee feel a lot better than the ones that were just plain and boring, alessia knew it was just because they had a picture on them and they were colourful that you liked them — no other reason.

alessia wiping your nose as you moved your face further away from the tissue, slipping off your mums knee and sitting on the bench moving so you were snug in the cubby hole picking up your ipad beginning to watch some cartoons on it.

“your here tiny!” you heard a thick irish accent coming from above you, looking up and seeing katie smiling down at you as you nodded in response to her question.

“where were you on the bus?” katie asks, usually you were all over the place moving from one person to the next it helping you to fill the time in especially on away day trips that were long.

“napping, i still poorly” you say a small cough coming from you as katie nodded, “oh yea’ your ma did say something about you bein’ sick,, how you feeling?” the irish girl asked moving to sit beside you as you venture out of your cubby hole you had been in for the past ten minutes while your mummy was getting changed into her kit.

“otay, got a sore throat” you frowned, katie frowning with you — it was sad seeing you so down with an illness usually you were buzzing around the changing room about the football, no matter whether it was games at arsenal or england. win or loose you loved watching each and every match.

“you not repping the arsenal jersey today?” katie pointed to your pink pyjama top, as you shrugged not even knowing if you had it with you.

“mummy!” you yelled to the best of you abilities with your throat hurting, alessia fixing the edges of her hair with a tiny brush which she called the magic brush as it helped to get all your baby hairs into place.

turning to face you with a smile she nodded for you to ask what you wanted, “where my arsenal top?” you asked now wanting to put it on, especially now that katie had put the idea into your head.

“i think it should be in my bag-“ she said putting her tiny brush down and picking up her bag, you peering over her shoulder watching intensely as she dug through the bag looking for the small red jersey.

“it’s not here, oh i must of forgotten to pick it up — sorry lovie” your mummy looked up from the bag, seeing your bottom lip begin to tremble, guilt consuming her as she mentally screamed at the fact she had forgotten it.

tears beginning to fill in your blue eyes but you didn’t know if it was because of the fact you didn’t have your jersey to wear or that fact your head had started to hurt again. a big rush of emotions filling you.

“lovie, it’s okay.” mummy said hoping to squash the situation, you still trying to navigate how to cope with any big emotions you had.

katie moved from her seat on the bench next to your mum, kneeling down in front of you “tiny, dont worry about it, would you like me to go and see if i can get you a arsenal scarf to wear?” katie asked hoping it may help to soothe the situation, while it wasn’t as good as your jersey it was at least something.

you nodded as mummy rubbed you back to soothe you while mumbling a ‘thank you’ to the irish girl, katie rushing off to see if she could get you the scarf as some of the other girls came over trying to cheer you up a little.

minutes later, katie returned a red scarf in her hand as well as some little arsenal flags. a big smile on the irish girls face as she kneeled down like she did moments before hand, handing them too you.

“what do you say to katie?” mummy whispered in your ear as katie put the scarf in your lap while handing you the flags.

“thank you katie” you sniffed, your eyes a little red from the few tears as katie smiled.

“anything for our favourite little gooner!”

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alessia even being ill won’t stop her from watching her team🥹

comments -

katie_mccabe11 our little gooner❤️🤍

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-> alessia forever!

leahwilliamson glad to see she understands what’s the right part of london!!

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-> alessia i don’t think she would have it any other way

stephcatley favourite little fan forever!

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[mr-ys-phantasma]

🌙 Moon Phases 🌙

Agatha Harkness X Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1233

Chapter 33:

The inside of the room reminded you then top of a tower, no corners to be seen, and some tall glass stained windows offering some light.

Everything had a very medieval feel, with old stones and banners; suits of armour, and an odd circular stone table in the middle, with two wooden chairs across from one another.

However, your attention went quickly to the new outfits chosen by the road for your companions and you.

Agatha had been dressed like the wicked witch of the West, dark cliché witch watches, and even a pointy hat. The skin had even been painted green, only the lips having a purple shade instead.

Billy, on the other hand, resembled Maleficent, and you swore he didn't have that sharp cheekbones before.

You would not lie that it suited him.

And yes, despite your history; you had occasionally chosen to watch mainstream media associated with witches. What could you say? You grew lonely, slightly bored, and the Halloween costumes of certain kids had picked your interest.

"Oh! She's based on me, you know." Agatha suddenly said, posing and clearly enjoying her costume.

Billy was sceptical. "Prove it."

"Well, you are what you eat; so" you commented without much thinking.

Your comment and your tone surprised your companions and earned different looks from them.

Agatha parted her lips in surprise, a silent gasp leaving her as she eyed you carefully. She did not expect that from you, and a part of her wondered if this was creeping jealousy because of Rio.

Truthfully, she hadn't fully seen you jealous, but she knew it was there. When you would kiss her with little more force, when you would snuggle closer to her on certain occasions.

And it was always followed after talk of other people or even small socialising you two would happen to-do; never planned but had to play along not to raise suspicions.

Not that you were always successful. Which was perhaps why you had ended changing places of living quite often.

"Well, then I am curious what your preferences are then," she snapped back.

Her words gave you the courage to glance at yourself, hesitating to do so after the last trial. The Road hadn't seem to be that favourable with you, at least not the way you would have expected it.

Perhaps you were simply a picky person, wanting stability through familiar clothes and styles. You shouldn't be judged, though, considering how unstable your life always was.

Constantly changing places to stay undetected, fake names and backgrounds. One should not mention the unstable duo of Rio and Agatha coming up into your life only to disappear soon after... only for the cycle to be repeated again and again.

This time you wore a dress, long and heavy; reaching the foor. The basis was a light grey, its pattern and material reminding you of a more medieval era; which you had lived through. Yet it was the silver extras that got your attention.

They were blended and placed to resemble some sort of fancy female cliché chest armour while the skirt had a more scale like design. You had a rather open cleavage, just enough to draw attention but not as dramatic as the one Agatha and rio had during Alice's trial.

"Hmm," you hummed as you did a twirl around yourself, trying to catch a better glimpse of the full outfit. "Honestly, I am puzzled,"

As you looked at your companions, you saw Billy's eyes lighten up in recognition. "You are the Ice Queen!" He exclaimed happily, the character most likely one of his favourite ones.

"Ice Queen?" You arched an eyebrow.

"Yes, an ice witch that used her powers to become queen. You even have the crown and everything. "

At the mention of the crown, you rushed to the nearest shiny object and got a glimpse of your reflection. Indeed, a beautiful icy blue crown had been worn tightly; going down your temples and giving the impression of grown ice.

"It suits you. White has always been your colour," Agatha commented, having enjoyed watching you walk fast with that heavy but well designed dress; the silvers on it and the crown reflecting the light and giving you a more supernatural look.

An ironic fit in her mind.

You did not wish to continue this discussion and so you tried to find anything to help you change the topic. Thankfully for you, Billy had started to admire his outfit a little too much.

"Well, you seem pleased with your look." You commented as he walked towards you, eager to see his reflection as well.

"Well, if the cheekbones fit..." he replied as he focused on the surprising good contour.

You shook your head, not really in the mood to be amused by his comments. He might enjoy the changes but you didn't, because of two things.

One, you had yet to start the trial.

Two, there was still no sign of Lilia or Jen; a worrisome thing.

In an attempt not to focus on those dark thoughts, you chose to approach this mysterious table and try to get any clues out of it.

You took notice of the card shaped carvings on the stone table. They had been carved to be deeper, acting like some kind of case or place for them to be put on.

The way they were positioned was familiar to you, recognising it as a tarot spreading technique. You had seen it before but never truly focused or bothered with it.

Tarot was never your calling, and you were also never interested in learning of your future. And if you ever need any answers, you would turn your attention to the stars above.

They spoke of secrets that nothing else could, and they only spoke to you after years of training yourself to listen to their mystic, quiet song.

Your hand brushed over the cool surface and above some inscriptions at the side, allap carved on the stone.

"Do you think this is important?" Billy asked him and Agatha, having chosen to finally join you and help you find how the trial worked.

"Your path winds out of time." You mumbled as you read out loud, trying to get some sense out of this rather cryptic message.

Billy took notice of a stack of cards that had escaped your notice, and he grabbed it before flipping one to look at their design.

He could not help but smirk. "It's Tarot. I know this, kind of. I'll read for you, I guess." He said. "To any of you"

"Do her, though I don't think it will work," you admitted, and Agatha rolled her eyes.

"What is it now?" She questioned, one hand in her waist.

She loved you, but sometimes you truly were a joy killer. Especially now. She wanted to get to the end of the road and consider how close you might actually be... she didn't want to wait.

"This is tarot. It's Lilia's trial, " you pointed out.

"But Lilia is not here," Billy commneted.

Agatha did not share the worry. "The kid said he can do it, should be fine. Come on, no time like the present."

Defeated, you let out a sigh and leaned on the table; remaining by the side. Agatha occupied one chair and Billy the other while also shuffling the card deck a few times.

Chapter 34

[totaly-obsessed]

can you write for Katie where her and reader have been dating for awhile and meeting eachothers parents and them getting on well :)

Meeting the Parents

Katie McCabe x reader request

-> Meeting your girlfriends parents goes better than you would have thought

-> @ anon I hope you like it! -> Another short one

➳ Masterlist

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

Anxiety wrecked through your body as you stood in front of Katie’s childhood home – Today was the day you would meet her parents. With ten siblings it's hard to get them alone, but tonight everything worked out. Your girlfriend of five months wanted to introduce you to her family gradually, and not throw you into cold water, meeting all of them at once.

“What are the chances that you’d let me not meet them, then tell them I died or something and we can run away together and—”

“Breathe, baby. Please!” The Irishwoman couldn’t help but laugh, finding your nervousness cute, but she obviously already knew her parents, and you didn’t. “They’re gonna love you, don’t even worry your pretty little head about it.”

Instead of knocking like you wanted to, your girlfriend just pushed the door open. “Mum! Dad! We’re here!” her loud voice drowned the soft background music out, as two figures made their way towards you from the kitchen.

“Oh it is so lovely to meet you – look how pretty Gary!” Katie’s mum immediately started to fuss about you, pulling you in a bone-crushing hug, before keeping you at arm's length, looking you up and down. “We need to get some meat onto ya!”

Wow. This was a lot.

But Katie couldn’t help but smile, watching her mum be so excited towards you and openly inviting you into her family home. Her dad gave her a firm pat on the back, obviously a lot calmer than her mum was – but he also pulled you in a quick hug, making you feel very welcome.

No ten minutes later after getting a tour of the entire home, the four of you were sat at the dining table – or rather Katie and Gary were sitting, while you insisted on helping Sharon carry the many side dishes and help cut the bread. It was delicious – a pasta mushroom ragout with incredible homemade bread, very hearty and filling.

Everything was going well and Katie admired the way you just fit in perfectly with both her parents. Sharon and you shared a passion for cooking and gardening while Gary admired your subtle and funny digs at his daughter.

“So what do you do for a living?” Gary had swatted at Katie to help her Mum clear the table, making you sit back down again, insisting that you had already helped enough and that your girlfriend was indeed able to do some work, even if she would try to convince you from other things.

“Oh, I’m a Bank Teller. I help our customers cash checks, withdraw money, move transactions to different accounts, create checking and savings accounts, and provide checks to customers – stuff like that.”

Both Gary and Sharon had wide eyes, that just screamed impressed – while Katie had that annoying, cocky smirk on her face as her hand rested on your thighs. “Told you she’s smarter than all of us!”

You could see where Katie had gotten her wit, humor, and compassion from. Her parents truly were incredible. Eleven children was no easy feat and all of them had grown to be lovely human beings. It made your eyes water a bit, hearing the parents brag about their youngest getting good grades and finding passion in drawing.

“Katie here was always a little special though.” You couldn’t help but laugh at your girlfriend’s wide eyes – she was fucked. The conversation had turned from her sibling's embarrassing stories to her own and she knew it. “We once went to church, and the priest raised his voice at the end of his sermon, to emphasize his point. And because Katie here, wasn’t allowed to shout in the house, she stood up on the pews and yelled at the top of her lungs ‘Inside voice only!’ – the whole church laughed!”

Gary could barely tell the story, or get through the impression of his daughter without nearly dying of laughter – and you joined him. Katie could only watch you, mesmerized that you fit in so well, that she didn’t even care that her parents were just completely embarrassing her with story after story until your belly hurt from laughing so much.

The way out took at least thirty minutes, someone always found something else to say. You were sure that you had hugged Sharon at least five times now. “Okay! We’ll be off now!”

Once again you hugged both of her parents, whispering a small ‘Thank you for having us’ in their ears while Katie watched. “Oh get some leftovers, would’ ya?” And with that you were gone again, leaving your girlfriend with her father by the door.

“Do you like her?”

“I think I like her more than you.”

Katie scoffed. She could definitely understand her father, and she was happy that the evening had gone over so well.

Meanwhile, Sharon and you were in the kitchen, making a huge box of leftovers to take home with you. “Thank you for loving my daughter. You were one of us from the moment you started taking care of her.”

“Thank you for giving birth to Katie – and for welcoming me!” Both of you laughed through the tears at your clumsy statement.

You left Katie with her parents, already getting in the car to give them a moment alone. The night was cold and Katie’s coat only did so much to keep you warm, but the box of food still emitted a warmth. Not only because it was still hot, but also because it felt like home.

“I’m gonna be honest my love. Watching you guys together made me glad because I know you have someone when your mum and I leave this earth.” Sharon still had tears in her eyes, and now Katie did too.

“Don’t say stuff like that Dad, make you look old!”

[netflix]

Spotlight: Adam Stockhausen

Production Designer, The Wonderful Story Henry Sugar

Oscar winning production designer Adam Stockhausen (not pictured above, that’s Benedict Cumberbatch), whose work you may know from Wes Anderson films like The Grand Budapest Hotel, Asteroid City, The French Dispatch, Isle of Dogs, and Moonrise Kingdom, as well as titles like Bridge of Spies, and West Side Story (2021), took the time to answer some questions.

Which details from or aspects of The Wonderful Story Henry Sugar did you focus the most on while adapting it to the screen? How did you meld Roald Dahl and Wes’s worlds?

The details on this one started with Dahl’s writing hut! We matched the details pretty carefully and exactly. As soon as we step outside of the hut though we start to move through the world of the story and the world of the stage at the same time. Wes had the idea of how he wanted to do this from the very beginning. My main challenge was trying to figure out how to pull it off—making the parts move and getting each to have the right detail.

What’s a small change you made on a project that ended up having an unexpectedly significant impact? 

Lots of times this happens—where what seems like a small thing at the time becomes a very significant turning point. I’m in Berlin now writing this and remembering being here scouting for East Berlin for Bridge of Spies. We were struggling to find a section of town that still felt old enough to show the early 60s, and decided to take a chance on a quick search in Poland. That quick search changed the whole production plan and ultimately gave us the look of our East Berlin.

How has technology changed the way you approach your work? 

Technology has definitely changed the way we plan the work. We used to model everything in cardboard or sometimes just plan in two dimensions with pencil and paper. We can now plan in 3-dimensional space using modeling programs and see what real lenses will do.  This allows for more accurate planning and makes scenery moves like the casino set in Henry Sugar possible.

Do you have any signature easter eggs you like to leave? Any small details that you are particularly fond of? 

I wouldn’t say there are easter eggs in this one. But there are loads of special details! I think my favorite might be the levitation boxes where we painted a perspective view of the background onto a prop box. The actor sitting on the box appears to be floating in a very special and theatrical way.

Did you talk about reflecting the iconic Quentin Blake illustrations in production design? How would you go about doing that? 

Not really. They are such incredible drawings and I’d say they’ve been inspiring me since I saw them as a child! But for this the starting point was really the machine Wes devised to move us through the story—and pairing that to specific references scene by scene.

There is such an intentionality to the aesthetics of a Wes world. Is there a set or frame that took you a long time to get perfectly right? 

All of them! It’s a very labor-intensive process getting these frames right. Occasionally one will click right away, but usually it’s a process of refining and refining. The jungle for instance went from sketches to models to samples and back again several times before the final look settled.

If you had to present one frame that showcases the best of your work, what would it be? 

Oh my. Maybe the jungle? I really enjoyed making the jungle!

With all the moving sets in the trailer for The Wonderful Story Henry Sugar, it feels reminiscent of a theatre production. Are there distinct differences in approach between film and theatre and how much do you blur the lines between them in your work? 

I think the lines are blurred completely! Or maybe they aren’t even there. I love that Henry Sugar is so incredibly theatrical in its storytelling.  It allows us to show the artifice of the sets all the time which somehow makes them even more satisfying when they finally do line up and create a complete picture. I think the casino set is a perfect example—the pauses where it all lines up for a second are even more enjoyable because we get to see it broken apart and sliding away.

Thanks, Adam!

[ieatedyourcrayons]

eyeless jack x Gn!reader one shot

no triggers other then some medical terms, tools, mentions of Jacks cult death

i like, really outdid myself with this one. it’s really good

no spell checked 😛

You got bored and wandered in to Ej’s room, with his permission of course. he doesn’t pay attention to you as you go through his bookshelf that’s scattered with classic literature, medical books, and a few other books.

his bookshelf has a few trinkets on it that include a small anatomy skeleton, some crystals and rocks, pictures, drawings, and book marks.

Jack is sat on his bed as he’s clicking through shows on netflix on his small Tv that’s sat on top of his dresser, the sound of rain hitting the window lucks in the background. Jacks room is somewhat dark, minus the small lamp and the light from the Tv.

You continue glancing through his bookshelf before picking up a book about organ facts. You open the book and skim through it, “What’s your obsession with organs?” you ask while flipping through the book.

Jack takes his attention off the Tv and turns his head in your direction, “the whole cult transformation just gave me an appetite for them.. i’m still trying to figure it out myself.” He shrugs before turning his attention back to the Tv, still no luck in finding something he wants to watch.

You hum at his response and set the book back where you got it on the shelf, making sure it went in carefully and didn’t touch the back of the shelf, leaving room for airflow.

Your fingers land on a sketch book, the cover looking like it’s seen better days. it’s covered in charcoal fingerprints, paint, and little scribbles of color.

“Can i look in this?” you ask, turning to face him

Jack looks over and shrugs “sure, i finished it a month or two ago.”

You waste no time opening it , the first page has scribbles of medical tools, the ones he likes the most. needles and small extraction knifes. You turn a few pages, each page littered with doodles.

You eventually turn to a page that catches your eye, more then the other pages. This page has doodles of someone, very detailed and thought out. it’s you.

Little doodles of your face cover the two pages, one picture of you next to Jane on the couch.

“You drew these?” you ask Jack, showing him the pages.

Jack quickly starts to defend himself, fearing he made you uncomfortable. “Oh. well uhm, im sorry” he stutters out.

“Sorry? why are you sorry.. these are amazing” you say , somewhat confused to the sudden apologies as you continue admiring his art, it’s like your face was burned in his brain from how detailed and good the drawings are.

Jack is relieved at your lack of uncomfortableness with the picture, he’s glad you actually like them. He lets out a sigh before he lightly laughs out a “Thank you love.”

[lovezbrownies]

Divorce her. (Yandere!Military Chief x GN!Reader.)

Gen's Masterlist - General Masterlist

Synopsis: Your wife left to provide for you and your small family in a distant country years ago. Yet as you try to meet and surprise her, an obstacle appears and blasts you far from your wife's reach. Also requested here

Word count: 5,723

Warnings: Gen. Gen is the warning. Drugging, Kidnapping, Gen making Darling uncomfortable, I forgot, oh noncon touching at the end and Reina being cockblocked! Enjoy <3

Gen wasn’t one to travel often, mostly limiting her trips to diplomatic reasons tied to her job. Even then, she preferred staying within her home country, ever the patriot. Today was one of those rare exceptions—returning from a necessary trip. She stood in the airport, leaning against the wall with crossed arms, waiting for her chauffeur. The bustling crowd around her was nothing but noise, background static that her sharp focus easily ignored. She had no intention of blending in or being approached by anyone.

Suddenly, she was jostled to the side, forced out of her quiet stance by an unexpected shove. A collision with some frantic, careless figure. Gen turned sharply, already preparing to unleash a torrent of irritation. But what she saw gave her pause. You, the cause of her disruption, were a flurry of disorganized motion—papers scattered on the floor as you scrambled to pick them up, your backpack slipping over your head, adding to your disarray. You were a mess, yes, but a mess full of an odd, hyperactive energy that had her narrowing her eyes in curiosity instead of outright fury.

As you fumbled on the ground, Gen’s mind flickered between irritation and something...else. The adorable stupidity of the situation—your frantic attempt to gather papers and the way your backpack tumbled around your head—drew her interest in a way she hadn’t anticipated. Despite her irritation, the sight was almost endearing. Bending down, Gen snatched up one of the fallen papers, her curiosity spiking. A letter. She held it for just a moment, eyes darting to the sender’s details, but before she could read more, you yanked it out of her hand, clutching it tightly against your chest.

“Sorry for bumping into you, but honestly, you were asking for it standing next to a corner… Bye then.” Your hurried words tumbled out as you straightened up, clearly eager to make a quick escape, eyes darting in the direction of your next destination. You were on a mission, even if it was unclear what exactly that mission entailed. But something about your flustered state made Gen want to prolong the interaction, her natural predatory instinct to draw out the hunt kicking in.

Just as you were about to dart off, Gen’s voice stopped you in your tracks. “May I ask what’s got you in such a hurry? I could help you, you know. I’m a well-known Chief within the Court of Xelera.” Her voice softened, a calculated move to make herself seem approachable, as though the sharp edge in her demeanor had been momentarily dulled. And, as expected, your eyes brightened at her offer, a smile of hope lighting up your face. The shift in your expression, from frantic to grateful, tugged at something inside her, a soft crack in her usual stoicism.

“R-Really? That would mean so much if you could help me!” you exclaimed, your excitement palpable. Gen watched you closely, her eyes narrowing slightly. So, you were someone worth helping, were you? “I’m here looking for my wife!” The words left your lips with a mixture of pride and desperation, but the mention of a wife? That struck a different chord in her, though she kept her outward expression kind and interested.

You continued eagerly, “My name’s Y/n L/n! My wife sends me letters, but she never puts a return address or tells me where she is exactly.” There was a hint of frustration in your voice as you spoke, your grip on the letter tightening. “But! She talks about her favorite places sometimes, so I thought I could narrow it down and knock on a few doors! I noticed most of the places are in districts name The Gates, Talis, and Suriso… Strange names…” There was such sincerity in your voice, such an earnest hope that Gen almost found it amusing. Almost.

The Gates, Talis, and Suriso, huh? How strangely ironic and fateful for the locations you want to surround where Gen herself lives… Maybe you’re a spy? An assassin? But with how you look… Definitely not. Sure looks might fool you but even assassins cosplaying as the average civilians look so obvious to Gen’s watchful eye. So Gen decides to put her guards down, but not yet reveal that those districts contain all of the noble houses of Xelera as well as a majority of the most important people in Xelera. However the important people are more safe and protected within The Gates compared to the average noble in Talis. And Suriso is just a shopping district for the rich, yet still overly guarded.

Gen smiled, the expression widening as she listened to your story. She was intrigued, of course, but the mention of Dacos—the thought of helping someone from an enemy land—added another layer to her growing curiosity. Your innocence, your naiveté, was charming, if not utterly foolish. “I’m from Dacos, so I don’t know much about Xelera,” you admitted, your voice almost sheepish. “But if you’re willing to show me around, I’d be really grateful!”

Gen’s mind was already working, weighing the risks and rewards of getting involved with you. The Gates, Talis, Suriso—districts filled with wealthy officials, nobles, and diplomats. Did you really think it would be that simple? “Ah, yes, regular residency districts,” Gen replied smoothly, though internally she was already reevaluating her approach. “They’re quite far from here. I’ll book you a hotel and pick you up tomorrow afternoon. We can start our search then.” She smiled, but this time it was more controlled, less genuine.

Your face lit up again, completely trusting of the offer. Nodding eagerly, you agreed without hesitation, oblivious to any potential danger. Gen felt a small pang of something she couldn’t quite name as she led you to her car, instructing the driver to head toward a particular hotel. The conversation flowed easily as the car moved through the streets of Xelera, though Gen remained half-focused, her thoughts wandering between your naïve excitement and the way she felt drawn to you.

At the hotel, Gen flashed her military ID, securing you a room without issue. She handed you the keycard, her fingers brushing yours briefly, though she pretended not to notice. “Here you go. Don’t mess up the place—I use it often,” she teased, a sly wink accompanying her words. But, once again, her playful hint seemed to go over your head, as you simply beamed at her, offering another round of grateful thanks. She shook her head, watching as you disappeared into the hotel, her curiosity about you deepening with each passing moment.

After you disappeared into the hotel, Gen lingered for a moment outside, her fingers tracing the edge of the keycard she'd just handed you. There was something about the way you smiled at her, so innocent and full of trust, that stirred an unusual feeling in her chest. She wasn’t used to this—being genuinely intrigued by someone’s quirks, especially someone so... hopelessly clueless. Yet here she was, standing outside a hotel, thinking about a stranger from Dacos of all places. A potential enemy.

Shaking her head slightly, Gen turned and made her way back to her car, the faint sound of the hotel’s doors sliding shut behind her. As the driver pulled away from the curb, Gen leaned back in her seat, her sharp eyes watching the city lights flash by. Her mind was far from the bustling streets of Xelera, though—her thoughts drifted back to you. How easily you'd opened up to her, despite being in unfamiliar territory, was baffling. She couldn’t decide whether it was sheer naiveté or blind hope driving you. Either way, it intrigued her.

The next day came swiftly, and Gen found herself standing outside the hotel once more, dressed sharply in a tailored black coat, her military insignia glinting subtly in the daylight. Her patience wasn’t infinite, but she’d promised to help you—and, if she was honest with herself, part of her was curious to see how this search for your mysterious wife would unfold. You appeared from the hotel doors, a bit flustered but smiling as brightly as ever. You waved at her with that same innocent enthusiasm that made her wonder how someone so naïve had gotten this far in life.

“Gen! You’re early!” you greeted, your voice carrying that chipper tone she was starting to associate with you. You jogged over, stumbling slightly as you reached her, nearly tripping over your own feet. Gen caught you by the arm, her reflexes sharp as always, and she raised a brow.

“Careful,” she murmured, a small smirk playing on her lips. “Wouldn’t want you falling on your face before we’ve even started.”

You laughed sheepishly, pulling yourself upright. “Right, right, thanks. I’m just excited, I guess.”

Gen watched you carefully as you stood beside her, fidgeting slightly with the hem of your jacket. There was a nervous energy about you, but it wasn’t the kind born from fear—it was more like you were too eager to stay still. She couldn’t help but wonder if your excitement would fade once you realized how slim the chances of finding your wife were.

She gestured for you to follow her to the car. The ride was smoother this time, and as you both settled into the backseat, you started rambling about your wife again—how you’d met, the letters she sent, the little clues she’d left behind. Gen listened with half an ear, her attention divided between your words and the thoughts swirling in her mind.

Reina. That was the name you kept mentioning. Your wife’s name. Gen knew the name all too well, though she kept that particular piece of information to herself for now. The Reina you were searching for wasn’t just anyone—she was someone connected to Xelera’s underworld, someone who had connections that made even Gen tread carefully. But you, in your innocent excitement, had no idea what kind of person you were chasing.

As you spoke, your eyes lit up, and Gen found herself watching the way your face animated with every word. There was something almost infectious about your enthusiasm, and for a moment, she allowed herself to be swept up in it, letting you guide the conversation without interruption. But the moment was fleeting. Gen had too much experience, too much knowledge of how the world worked, to let herself fully indulge in your hopeful idealism.

Finally, the car came to a stop in the district of Suriso, one of the places you'd mentioned. Gen stepped out first, her eyes scanning the surroundings with practiced precision. The area was bustling with people, but none of them held the same energy you did. There was a heaviness to the place, an underlying tension that came from its proximity to the wealthier districts and the power that loomed just beyond its borders.

You, however, seemed oblivious to the shift in atmosphere, stepping out of the car with wide eyes as you took in your surroundings. “So... this is Suriso, huh? It looks... different from what I imagined,” you said, your voice filled with a mix of curiosity and hesitation. Gen watched you closely, her lips curling into a small smile.

“Welcome to Suriso,” she replied, her tone laced with a hint of sarcasm. “Not exactly the shining beacon of hope you were expecting, is it?”

You laughed, rubbing the back of your neck awkwardly. “Yeah, not really. But it’s still got... potential, right?”

Gen shook her head, amusement dancing in her eyes as she motioned for you to follow her down the street. "Potential, sure. But keep your eyes open. Not everyone here is as... friendly as I am." She smirked, watching your face fall slightly as the reality of the situation began to sink in.

You nodded, falling into step beside her, your gaze darting around as if you were trying to memorize every detail of the place. Gen could tell you were still clinging to hope, but she wondered how long that would last. You were too trusting, too quick to believe that people would always act in your best interest. It was both admirable and foolish, and Gen couldn't help but feel a strange sense of protectiveness over you because of it.

As you walked, the tension in the air thickened, but you seemed blissfully unaware. Gen, on the other hand, was fully attuned to the subtle shifts in the environment, her senses honed from years of experience. She kept a close eye on the people around you, making sure that no one was watching you too closely. Not yet, anyway.

You came to a stop in front of a small café, the sign hanging above the door slightly weathered but still welcoming. “How about we stop for coffee?” you suggested, glancing at her with that same hopeful smile. “We can figure out our next move after that.”

Gen considered the offer for a moment before nodding. “Sure, coffee sounds good,” she replied, though in truth, she was more interested in learning just how far you were willing to go for this search. This would be the perfect opportunity to probe deeper into your thoughts, to see what made you tick.

The first morning after your search for Reina, Gen arranged to meet you at a quaint café near your hotel. Despite her carefully crafted words and the subtle charm woven into her messages, you arrived feeling awkward and out of place rather than charmed. As you waited at the table, your eyes wandered nervously around the café. Gen's entrance caught your attention—calm, composed, and with an aura of control that made her impossible to ignore. But something about her made you uneasy.

She slid into the seat across from you, her smile polite yet calculating. You could tell there was something just beneath the surface, though you weren’t sure what. Her presence, while meant to be comforting, felt like a looming shadow, as if she was dissecting everything about you with every glance. “Did you sleep well?” she asked, her voice sweet but with a tone that implied she expected a particular answer. You hesitated, feeling the weight of her attention. “Yeah… I guess,” you muttered, focusing on your coffee, too nervous to meet her gaze for long.

Gen’s eyes flickered as she tilted her head slightly, her smile widening. She enjoyed the discomfort radiating from you—subtle, but there. The power she held over the situation was intoxicating, though she masked her true thoughts behind a facade of gentle concern. “You still seem tense. Maybe I could show you a quieter place next time, somewhere more… intimate,” she offered. Her suggestion felt less like an offer and more like an expectation. You nodded, unsure of how to decline without making things more awkward, your fingers tracing the rim of your cup absently.

The conversation flowed in a way that felt controlled by her every word, and though you participated, there was an underlying sense of being led rather than sharing. Gen’s eyes never left you, calculating your reactions, savoring each time you fumbled with your words or nervously shifted in your seat. By the end of the meeting, she felt a stirring inside her—a deeper curiosity about you. You were no ordinary distraction. You were something she could mold, something she could control.

The second day was filled with promises of sightseeing and exploration. Gen picked you up in a sleek car, her demeanor as poised as ever. You climbed into the passenger seat, feeling an odd sense of pressure. She’d been incredibly insistent on showing you around, and despite your initial hesitance, it felt easier to agree than to push back against her firm suggestions.

As she drove, Gen talked about the city in a way that seemed almost rehearsed—every detail carefully curated for your ears. You didn’t feel at ease with her, but it was hard to pinpoint why. Her words were pleasant enough, yet you felt like every compliment, every smile was a move in a larger game you weren’t fully aware of. Still, you let her guide you through the streets of Xelera, her voice filling the quiet moments in the car.

When she pulled up to a small park, she insisted you both take a walk. As you moved through the paths lined with autumn leaves, Gen's eyes were always on you—studying how you reacted to her, to the surroundings. She would occasionally touch your arm lightly, guiding you in a direction that she wanted, her hand lingering just a little longer than necessary. Each time you tensed up, a flicker of amusement sparked in her gaze.

“I think I’m starting to understand you a little more,” she said at one point, her tone deceptively soft. You blinked, unsure of how to respond to that. You didn’t feel like you’d revealed much about yourself at all, yet she spoke as if she knew you better than you knew yourself. Gen’s smile deepened when she saw your confusion—it was exactly the reaction she craved.

By the third day, you had started feeling the weight of her presence more heavily. Gen invited you to dinner at an exclusive restaurant, claiming it would be a “more private” opportunity to help you with your search for Reina. Something about the invitation felt off, but you reluctantly agreed, unsure how to decline her without coming off as ungrateful.

When you arrived, the restaurant was dimly lit, the ambiance heavy with formality. You felt out of place immediately. Gen, however, thrived in this environment. She led you to a private booth, her hand on your lower back, gently pushing you forward as though you needed direction. Once seated, she leaned back with a casual air, while you sat rigidly across from her, trying to mask your discomfort.

Over the course of the dinner, Gen continued her usual dance of veiled compliments and subtle domination. She ordered for you without asking, brushing off your mild protest with a light laugh. “I know what you’ll like,” she said confidently, as though there was no question about it. You found yourself eating the meal in silence, uncertain of how to assert your preferences in her overwhelming presence.

Throughout the evening, Gen played her role perfectly, appearing attentive and interested in you, though you could feel that familiar sense of control seeping into every interaction. You realized then that this wasn’t just a friendly dinner. It was another move in whatever game she was playing. Her eyes, sharp and predatory, lingered on you as you fumbled through the conversation, but instead of pushing back, you tried to keep things neutral, unaware of how deeply Gen was becoming enthralled with the power she held over you.

On the fourth day, Gen arrived at your hotel without so much as a warning text. You heard a knock and, when you opened the door, there she stood, a smile plastered on her face that didn’t quite reach her eyes. She stepped inside before you could even greet her, as if your space was hers to claim. “I thought we could spend some more time together today,” she said, her tone laced with sweetness that made the hair on your neck stand up.

You stared at her, momentarily frozen by the boldness of her entrance. No invitation had been extended, but she behaved as if she was expected. Your discomfort was palpable, but Gen either didn’t notice or, more likely, didn’t care. She began to walk around your hotel room, examining the small details of your life here—clothes strewn across a chair, a book half-open on the nightstand. “You should really try to keep things tidier,” she remarked lightly, her fingers brushing the fabric of your shirt as though it were hers to touch.

Her movements felt like an invasion, each glance, each touch calculated to unsettle you. You tried to form words, to question her sudden intrusion, but Gen’s control over the situation was absolute. She moved to sit on your bed, patting the space beside her as if beckoning you to join. The weight of the unspoken command pulled you forward, and despite the unease bubbling within you, you found yourself sitting, albeit stiffly, beside her. Her hand drifted to your knee, a light touch but one that felt heavy with meaning.

As she began to talk, her voice remained that same soothing, artificial sweetness. “I’ve been thinking about you,” she admitted, her eyes watching your reaction closely. The way she said it made you feel small, like you were a possession she was beginning to covet. “You seem so stressed. I could help with that, you know.” Her hand squeezed your knee slightly, her touch lingering longer than was comfortable. You shifted slightly, trying to pull away, but her grip tightened imperceptibly, as if reminding you who held the power here. The subtle possessiveness in her actions sent chills down your spine, her words no longer a suggestion, but an inevitability.

The fifth day began with an innocent enough plan—another café visit. This time, Gen chose a quieter spot, tucked away from the city’s hustle. When you arrived, she was already seated, waiting for you with that same deceptive smile, the one that never fully concealed her true nature. The café was warm and inviting, but you could feel the coldness in the air between you two. Today, something felt different. Gen was more focused, her gaze sharper, as if she had decided to push past the boundaries you hadn’t even known she had set.

As you sat down, she leaned in immediately, closing the distance between you. “You’ve been avoiding me,” she said softly, though her eyes betrayed a flicker of irritation. Her tone was calm, but there was an undercurrent of accusation that made your pulse quicken. You shook your head quickly, trying to defuse the situation. “No, not at all. I’ve just… had a lot on my mind.” It wasn’t entirely untrue, but it felt like an excuse you hoped she would accept.

But Gen wasn’t in a forgiving mood today. Her smile tightened at the edges, her hand reaching out to brush against your arm. The contact sent an involuntary shiver through you, her touch feeling more like a claim than a comfort. “You shouldn’t lie to me,” she murmured, her voice deceptively soft. “I can tell when people are holding something back.” Her fingers lingered on your skin, and it felt like she was testing you, pushing to see how far she could go. The intensity of her gaze locked you in place, making it difficult to breathe, let alone think.

The conversation shifted to lighter topics, but the tension between you two remained. Gen’s words were carefully chosen, each one laced with subtle commands disguised as gentle suggestions. She asked about your day, your plans, but every question felt invasive, like she was gathering pieces of you to add to her growing control. The way she looked at you—hungry and possessive—made you realize that this was no longer just casual companionship. She was slowly wrapping herself around your life, tightening her hold. You could feel her drawing you further into her web, her obsession growing more evident with each passing moment.

By the time you left the café, you felt drained, her presence lingering long after she had gone. The weight of her fixation was becoming more than just uncomfortable—it was suffocating.

The sixth day marked a new level of control for Gen. You had tried to maintain some semblance of distance, but it seemed like she was always one step ahead, knowing exactly where you were and what you were doing at all times. That evening, she showed up at your hotel room once again, this time with no pretense of politeness. She knocked, but when you opened the door, she brushed past you without waiting for an invitation, her presence filling the room like a storm.

Her demeanor was different today—more demanding, less subtle. She paced the small space of your hotel room as if it were her own, her eyes scanning every inch as though she was sizing it up. “We’ve spent a lot of time together this week, haven’t we?” she asked, her voice casual but her tone heavy with implication. There was no real question there; it was a statement of fact, and you knew it. You nodded stiffly, unsure of where this was going. Gen’s lips curled into a small, satisfied smile.

Without warning, she closed the distance between you, her hand gripping your shoulder with an intensity that made your breath hitch. “You need someone like me,” she continued, her voice dropping to a near-whisper. “You’re too trusting, too… vulnerable.” Her words felt like a trap, a carefully laid snare that you had walked into without realizing. You tried to step back, but her grip tightened, her nails digging slightly into your skin. “I can protect you,” she said, her eyes dark and unwavering. “But you need to let me.”

The possessiveness in her tone was unmistakable now. Gen wasn’t just interested in you; she wanted to control you, to bend you to her will. The atmosphere in the room felt suffocating, her presence overwhelming. You could feel the shift in her—this was no longer a game of subtle manipulation. She was making her claim on you, her obsession fully on display. Every word, every touch was a reminder that you were no longer in control. Gen had crossed a line, and there was no going back.

By the seventh day, you were nearing the end of your rope. Gen’s constant presence in your life had become unbearable. She texted you relentlessly, her messages veiled in sweetness, but the underlying demand for your attention was always there. That morning, she insisted on meeting you again. You could feel the weight of her obsession pressing down on you, but you reluctantly agreed, hoping to somehow manage the situation.

When you met her, Gen was already waiting, her posture relaxed but her eyes sharp, watching you with a predatory intensity that made your skin crawl. She greeted you with a smile, but there was nothing warm about it anymore. “I was starting to think you didn’t want to see me,” she said, her voice dripping with a faux playfulness. But the accusation was clear. You forced a smile, trying to keep things neutral, but Gen was already pushing past your defenses.

Throughout the conversation, she grew more demanding, her words laced with possessiveness. “You can’t just avoid me,” she said at one point, her tone darkening. “I’m trying to help you, but you’re making it difficult.” Her eyes bore into you, daring you to challenge her, but you couldn’t. The power dynamic between you had shifted completely—any illusion of casual companionship was gone. Gen’s obsession had consumed her, and it was suffocating you.

The breaking point came when she reached across the table, her hand wrapping around your wrist with a firmness that made you flinch. “I don’t like being ignored,” she said, her voice low and dangerous. “You need to learn that.” The threat in her words hung heavy in the air, and for the first time, you realized just how deep her fixation ran. Gen wasn’t going to let you go—not easily, not without a fight. And as you sat there, trapped under her gaze, you felt the full weight of her obsession crushing down on you.

This was no longer about companionship or even control. Gen had crossed the line into something far darker. The week had started with her charm and manipulation, but now, you were facing the reality of her true nature—obsessive, possessive, and dangerous.

On the eighth day, the world outside felt like a distant memory as you slowly woke up in an unfamiliar place. The walls were a muted beige, adorned with expensive artwork that only served to highlight how out of place you felt. Your head throbbed with a dull ache, the remnants of whatever Gen had slipped into your drink the night before. Panic set in as you tried to move, only to discover that your wrists were restrained, tied to the ornate bed frame. A wave of nausea rolled through you, a bitter reminder of how easily Gen had taken control.

As you struggled against the restraints, the door swung open, and there stood Gen, her expression a mixture of amusement and something darker. “Good morning, sleeping beauty,” she purred, stepping into the room like she owned the very air you breathed. The sight of her made your heart race—not with excitement, but with fear. “I hope you’re feeling better. I prepared your first meal.” She held up a tray, the aroma of food wafting toward you, tantalizing yet nauseating under the circumstances.

“Let me go,” you demanded, your voice shaky but resolute. Gen merely chuckled, a low, sultry sound that sent chills down your spine. “Oh, but where would be the fun in that? You’re my guest now, and I’ll take excellent care of you.” She placed the tray down on your lap, the clatter of the plates echoing in the silence. You eyed the food suspiciously, knowing full well that Gen had no interest in your well-being. “You’re going to eat, and you’re going to enjoy it. After all, I can’t have you wasting away on me.”

Your appetite vanished as you pushed the food away, the act of defiance feeling more futile than empowering. Gen’s smile faltered, but only for a moment. She leaned closer, her breath warm against your ear, her voice dripping with a chilling sweetness. “You don’t want to disappoint me, do you?” Her eyes sparkled with sadistic delight, and you could feel the weight of her control pressing down on you, suffocating any lingering hope of escape.

Every meal became a battle of wills, Gen meticulously serving you while you tried to resist. With each passing moment, the reality of your situation sank in deeper. You were trapped in her home, her possession, and no matter how fiercely you fought back, Gen was always one step ahead, her grip tightening around you like a vice.

A week passed in this twisted cycle, and every day felt like a struggle for survival within the confines of Gen’s control. You had learned to adapt, finding ways to please her in hopes of avoiding her wrath. Her laughter would ring out when you complied, a sound that should have brought joy but only served to remind you of the chains binding you to this life. Each time you did something to make her happy, a part of you died inside, but you had no choice. Displeasing her meant punishment, and you were terrified of what that might entail.

In this new routine, you had become more pliant, like a puppet dancing to her tune. Gen rewarded your compliance with moments of kindness—short-lived and always tinged with manipulation. She would occasionally loosen the restraints, allowing you a moment of freedom, but only to remind you of how easily she could take it all away. “See? Isn’t this much better?” she’d coo, her eyes alight with a wicked gleam as you shifted uncomfortably in her presence.

You learned the unspoken rules of her household: don’t question, don’t resist, and above all, please Gen. The fear of her disappointment hung over you like a dark cloud, forcing you into submission. Each day became a lesson in survival, your mind slowly warping to fit the confines of her expectations, and though you fought against it, a part of you began to wonder if this was all you would ever know.

Finally, the day came when Gen announced you were allowed to leave your room, albeit under her watchful gaze. “I think you’ve learned your lesson well,” she said, her voice silky smooth. “But don’t get too comfortable; your freedom is still mine to grant.” She smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. The world outside felt foreign, and you hesitated, dread pooling in your stomach.

“Let’s go to the living room. I want to show you off,” Gen ordered, her tone brooking no argument. You followed, heart racing, acutely aware of her presence behind you, the heavy weight of her obsession clinging to your back like a shadow.

You stepped into the lavish living room, decorated with expensive furniture and art that screamed opulence. It felt like a gilded cage, and as you took a seat on the plush couch, you felt the familiar pressure of Gen’s gaze on you. She settled beside you, her arm draping casually over your shoulder, claiming you in front of anyone who might walk in.

Just as the atmosphere began to settle, the door swung open, and there stood Reina, her eyes wide with shock. “W-What are you doing here…?” she stammered, panic flooding her expression as she took in the scene before her. The moment felt like time had frozen, and you could feel Gen’s grip on your shoulder tighten slightly, a warning of the tension building in the air.

“I work here,” Reina replied breathlessly, her voice tinged with confusion and concern. She turned her gaze to you, desperation etched across her features as she asked, “Why are you here too?” The question hung heavily between you, an unspoken understanding that something was horribly wrong. You felt your heart race as you searched for words, but all that escaped your lips was a weak, “You—You work for her…?”

Gen’s lips curled into a smirk, relishing the unfolding drama as if it were an entertaining play. “Oh, yes,” she drawled, her voice dripping with condescension. “You see, I’ve found another…” Her eyes gleamed with a dangerous light as she leaned closer, her voice low and mocking. “Unless you want to share, Reina?” The suggestion sent a ripple of tension through the room, a twisted game unfolding as you watched Reina’s expression shift from shock to a mixture of anger and disbelief.

The air thickened with unspoken words, a confrontation brewing as you glanced between them, caught in the crossfire of their conflicting emotions. You were the pawn in Gen’s twisted game, and as you sat there, the realization hit hard—you had lost more than just your freedom. You had become a trophy in Gen’s obsession, a pawn in a game you never wanted to play.

[rebelliousstories]

What We Know

Relationship: Spencer Reid x Reader

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Request: No

Warnings: Angst, Fluff

Word Count: 1,357

Main Masterlist: Here

Criminal Minds Masterlist: Here

Part One: Did You Know?// Part Two: I Know Now// Part Three: Somebody Knows

Summary: Truth or Dare. Who learns the truth? And who takes a dare?

David Foster Wallace said, “The truth will set you free. But not until it is finished with you.”

“Spence. Oh, my God. Spencer!” She yelled, running through the mass of informs that were trying to keep her away. Her heart was racing a million miles an hour as she ran to her husband. He barely registered that she was there and felt like he was in a haze.

Spencer wrapped his arms around the woman, but could not say anything. He ran his hands over her back and through her hair. Pressing a kiss to her forehead, Spencer locked eyes with JJ who was getting checked out by some medics in the background of an ambulance. As soon as their eyes locked, they broke it immediately. The stress and pain of the last few hours were catching up.

“Let’s get you to checked out, honey.” She was ushering her husband over to an unoccupied EMT so that he could be taken care of. Reid let his wife fuss over him as much as she wanted to as he let his thoughts run wild. Words ran all through his mind, and he replayed the last few minutes.

“Thank you. I’ll drive him home,” came her voice, finally breaking through his fog. “Just need to see if he needs anything from his office and then I’ll make sure he gets plenty of rest at home.”

“Hey, hey, hey,” he whispered, drawing her attention again. “Where’s is she? Where’s Erin?” Spencer pleaded with his wife with big brown eyes staring up at her.

“It’s okay. She’s safe with Krystal. I wanted to make sure that she was going to be okay before coming to get you.” She reassured him, and got him to loosen his grip just a little bit. He settled back in to where he was sitting. Letting the medics work, Mrs. Reid noticed that far off look returning to Mr. Reid’s eyes again, but just let him be for now. Once he was given the all clear, she walked her husband to their car that was waiting behind the police tape. They sat in their seats for a moment in silence before she turned to the man next to her.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” She asked, reaching a hand up to run through his hair gently. Spencer leaned into her hand when it reached his stubbly cheek.

“Let’s go get Erin. I’ll explain it later.” He whispered, pressing a kiss to her palm. Even though she was not convinced that her husband was alright, she put the car in drive and went to go get there daughter.

The drive to the Rossi estate was a silent one. Both of their thoughts were racing, but for very different reasons. She parked the car as soon as they got to the door and left Spencer in. Knocking on the door gave her the image of Krystal as she cradled their daughter.

“She’s been out like a light the whole time. Such a well behaved baby.” Krystal complimented. Mrs. Reid took her daughter from the woman with a grateful smile.

“I really appreciate you doing this for us. David’s okay by the way. And we got Spence and JJ out. We’re gonna head home now. I’m really glad you could watch her on such short notice.” Readjusting her hold on her daughter, she bid farewell to the older woman and went to get back in the car. She went to go put her in the backseat, but Spencer reached for her instead.

“Please?” He pleaded. Coming back to the front seat, she placed Erin in Spencer’s arms. She was still so little and they wanted to cherish the time they had left with her. Their daughter was just about to turn two years old, but she still slept well through the night. Whenever she could, she watched her husband cradle their daughter in the passenger seat.

Once they made it home, Spencer refused to let Erin go. Even when they made it into her room, he could not bring himself to put his daughter in her bed. He just made his way to the rocking chair in her room and held her close to his chest. Spencer switched her to one of his arms, and struggled to take his tie off with one of his hands. It was just a moment later when another set of hands came into help.

His wife was gently slipping the tie from around his throat. And once that was placed on Erin’s changing table, her hands unbuttoned his shirt. It was only a couple buttons, but the contact made Erin slip further into her sleep. Spencer still had not said much the entire evening, which was concerning to her. She did not know what went down in that store, but it could not have been good if I triggered this kind of response from her husband.

“Let’s go to bed, honey.” She gently tried to pry her husband from the chair, and he followed her soft hands wherever she led him. Spencer placed Erin down in her crib, and stood there for a minute. His wife made her way to the door and placed her hand on the knob to close it. He watched their daughter, and stroked her cheek softly. Spencer took a deep breath and walked out with his wife.

She rubbed his shoulder gently, and went to make her way to the bedroom but Spencer just went to go sit on the couch. Watching her husband with saddened eyes, she just went into the kitchen. Spencer was staring off into space when he finally realized that he was being joined again by his wife. She placed down a couple of mugs in front of them. There was nothing said as they sipped their warm beverages. Mrs. Reid was waiting until Spencer felt like he could speak to do so.

“JJ she, um, she said she was in love with me.” He finally blurted out. Setting her mug down, she sat there for a minute. She just looked to her husband with an indistinguishable expression on her face.

“The unsub, he made us play truth or dare. And he asked Jennifer to tell him something that she would never admit aloud. She said she was in love with me, and always had been.” Spencer explained, setting down his mug.

“And what did you say?” She asked.

“Nothing. I shot him with the gun from my ankle. He took my main firearm.” He replied, looking to his smirking wife.

“Wonder where you learned that from?” She teased with a smirk on her lips. Spencer finally let a smile crack across his face as he chuckled.

“How are you feeling about it, Spence? I know how you used to have a crush on her.” Husband leaned against wife and she ran her hand through his curls.

“I’m alright. I used to want her, but it’s been years since I’ve thought of her like that. I’m not sure what’s going to happen with us though.”

Spencer moved his head off of her shoulder and brought his hand up to her face. He cradled it as gently as he had cradled their daughter moments ago. There was nothing but love in his eyes as he gazed into her eyes.

“Anything else,” came her question. The man only shook his head and brought her in for a kiss. After all these years together, every time they kissed, it was still just as good as the first time.

“Let’s go to bed honey.” And with that, he pulled his wife to stand next to him. Leading her into the bedroom, Spencer made sure to completely change and secure his firearms before moving to the bed. Once his wife was in the bed as well, he pulled her under the covers and into his arms.

“I love you.” He whispered, pressing a kiss to her hair.

“I love you too.” She whispered back, pressing a kiss to her chest.

“Honesty is more than not lying. It is truth telling, truth speaking, truth living, and truth loving.” James E. Faust

[urlocalnonbinarybastardwrites]

Hey hey! I was wondering if you could do the greasers with a hyperfeminine reader? 🫶🏽

Sureeeeeee pookie

The Gang x Hyperfem! Reader

(Tried to find accurate pics but there’s like none on friggin google- ps I could only find pink but hyperfem doesn’t necessarily mean always pink! And Hyperfem can be an umbrella term for many aesthetics (Lolita, coquette, old money, etc. that help you embrace a youthful look and femininity!)

Ponyboy Curtis

-he sees you sitting under a tree, studying one day

-and he’s like Whoa

-the background is fitting, it’s just begun spring and all the flowers are blooming around you

-quite fitting indeed for your flowy dress with light pastel heels

-he really loves your style

-and loves that you embrace your femininity

-he would try to get you things that he thinks you would like

-he smiles when he sees a pretty fabric that reminds him of you 😊

-he compares you to a lot of similar women he sees on screen with similar style (Marylin Monroe, Audrey Hepburn, etc. maybe not time period accurate but whateverrr)

-“Hey uh Y/n! I saw one of those girls that dressed like you in the movie the other day!”

-absolutely draws you

Johnny Cade

-he thinks you’re stunning

-he really loves your style and how it stands out from most people

-I think fashion wise you two contrast pretty well with you wearing more lacy things and him wearing a jean jacket

-just an aesthetically pleasing couple tbh

-he calls you things like “lovely” “love” “princess”

Sodapop Curtis

-he also adores your style

-you two fit like a key and lock

-I think for even his time period sodapop is the most embracing of his own femininity

-and he loves that you can appreciate yours

-he would let you doll him up for fun

-like putting lace or bows in his jeans and hair

-he shrugs it off whenever the other greasers give him shit for it

-he’s simply above their opinions

Darry Curtis

-he’s stunned when he sees you

-you look as graceful as a swan

-his illusion is quickly destroyed whenever you fall on a rock, right in front of him

-and before you fall he quickly catches you

-and you awkwardly get up, uttering a small thank you with an embarrassed smile

-which he thinks is adorable

-I love you guys yall are such perfect husband and wife vibes

-he loves your outfits and you both are such opposites fashion wise

-💀he throws on whatever is clean

-while you spend thirty minutes deciding what to wear

Dallas Winston

-oh, he hasn’t seen a broad like you since New York

-he thinks you’re amazing

-all dolled up

-you two definitely met when he was catcalling you on the street (why is it always Dallas 💀😭)

-and you know walked up to him, in pretty neat strides despite your heels

-and gave him a hard slap (poor dal I always make y/n slap him)

-(cuz he needs it)

-but anyway he’s kinda like whoa… you’re feisty. Don’t worry, I like that. (bc he would say that 😭)

-and you would roll your eyes at him, giving him a polite hand gesture

-before storming away in your heels

-I don’t even know how he’d manage to date you it would take months of effort

-but once you both are dating you’re pretty cute together, and you try to make him less of an asshole

-(which idk what voodoo you pulled out to make that happen but it eventually works a little)

Two Bit Mathews

-when he sees you his jaw drops to the ground

-he really loves your style

-he touches the lace and various things a lot in admiration

-he shoplifts things for you that he thinks you’ll like

-“Aw, Two! This is so nice! But, where’d ya get it?”

-“Y’know…. Don’t worry ‘bout it, y/n.”

-he makes jokes but their kinda more just about admiring your outfits

-he’s really proud of you

- drinks less when you both are a couple

Steve Randle

-he pretends to not be super impressed and amazed at your style whenever you walk into the gas station

-but he totally is and talks to Sodapop about you way too much

-“Hey, but, did you see that one chick, y/n? With all the pretty clothes and stuff?”

-sodapop makes him talk to you next time you’re at the DX

-you actually think he’s pretty cool and you two hit it off really well

-even if you both have different styles and hobbies you both love learning about eachother

-he remembers all the small things, what perfume you like, what lipgloss is your favorite brand, etc.

[audsthoughts]

I get it, live actions aren’t for everybody and that’s totally fine. Not everyone’s gonna like it. But to shit on the stupidest things, or draw the dumbest conclusions??? Blocked. Y’all look dense as fuck. Views will be mixed as they always are, quit clogging up the tags with your negativity and find some chill 😂 The originals are still there to watch or read and enjoy…so go do that…it’s literally on the same app 👏🏻 I’m trying to be understanding I am, but some of y’all are so damn hung up you’re letting it completely destroy something you’d otherwise enjoy

Anyways!! Here’s some of the stuff I loved from the atla live action!

•cinematography, soundtrack, costumes - all on point

•getting to see the airbenders flourishing!!! Also the dude who played Gyatso?! Didn’t think I could love him more!! Even though it was painful as FUCKKKK getting to see the first invasion of the fire benders was an epic masterpiece

•speaking of, the first scene?? With the earthbender soldiers in the fire nation?? Iconic

•Omashu: unpop opinion I’m sure (bc y’all hate change but simultaneously hate when it’s carbon copy????????🤦🏼‍♀️) I loved how they incorporated like 3 or 4 episodes into one, and they flowed really well together. Jet is FOINEEE. Mechanist was perfect & his son is a freaking badass, amazing casting! Even though it was change, the secret tunnel scenes were still really freaking cool and the badgermoles were SICK AS FUCK. Also I love that Bumi was still cooky but not just randomly cooky? Like mans was run down from being king basically the entire war…which FAIR. And it made sense that he was peeved with Aang BECAUSE they were such good friends. Like the other avatars being mad at him? Yea that’s whatever. But for Bumi it was kinda personal. Also CABBAGE MAN WE MISSED YOU 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻 Oh! And the way they mentioned other episodes like they were lore when Zuko was trying to find Aang? That was an amazing way to tie back to the OG series

•I love how they incorporated the blue spirit, Koh, the fog of lost souls & parts of the ep where sokka and Katara got sick & Aang had to get them frogs - just reimagined it. Oh also Hei Bai! Yea, I loved that whole episode. Koh & Hei Bai were SCARY as fuck, it was awesome!!

•HAHN MY BELOVED…I ADORE YOU! Favorite character that they added/changed. Katara getting the other women involved in the battle?! Tui & La? The oasis?! 😭😭 stunning!!!! I also LOVEDDDDD Aangs avatar spirit that he turned into, literally perfect! And I loved the change that he gave himself over to the spirits wrath..fucking SICK. Also right before aang turned into the spirit/whatever that’s called, I was praying they’d do the line and thEY DIDDDD!!!

•Fire lord Ozai?? 😳😚 nothing needed to be said - perfection

•Kyoshi?! The Kyoshi warriors?! SUKI?! - speechless

•I like that they’re making more of a point to show how smart Sokka is! Mechanist calling him an engineer…I hope they play more into that! Ik they did a bit in the show with the subs (cartoon), but still

•”~hE rAn~” seriously my favorite line, I was DYINGGGG!!! The scenes with Zuko and Iroh, Zuko before the war meeting, the leaves from the vine being in the background at the funeral….ARE YOU FUCKING WITH ME?! Zuko’s crew being the crew he SAVED?! And when they find out they all do the fire nation bows to their prINCE?! 😭😭😭😭

I’m being fair y’all - things I don’t love/hope they change:

•this one I’m 50/50 on - I don’t love that they tried to give Kuruk a reason for disappearing. They tried to pull shit from Korra to make him look meaningful & not useless as an avatar and it didn’t hit for me

•some of the wigs: obviously we won’t see Yue again, but I wanted her hair to be white. I didn’t love the wig but it wouldn’t have been as bad for me if it wasn’t so grey. Also do NOT love Azula, Tylee or Mai’s hair. Ik they look just like the show but whether that’s wigs or their actual hair (I’m clueless) it needs some serious improvement. Azula’s looks great down, I just don’t like how big the side pieces are that frame her face when it’s up.

•Katara, my love, I am PRAYING part of your development is also going to be her becoming more outspoken and badass, bc this season we saw the tiniest of glimpses of it, not a fan (unless it’s a part of her development…she did grow up in a tiny ass tribe so I’m giving them the benefit of the doubt)

• IK they’re going with a much more serious Aang, but pleaseeeee give us some actual moments of him being a kid. We saw that like twice 😭

•Dante is the PERFECT ZUKO, I will hear NO slander. However, I need him to be more of a dick. I’m hoping we’ll get that when he gets super desolate when they’re on the run & then we have Zuko alone & he has his inner battle. I need snarky dickhead Zuko, so you can truly see the big differences between what he’s fighting (himself vs. who his dad wants him to be)

Have fun kids!

In case I haven’t made it clear, idgaf if you disagree. I go so hard for these live actions because it’s fun! It’s just supposed to be fun and different and new. If you get so serious about it you’re ALWAYS going to be disappointed, there’s no way around it bc nothing is ever going to be as good as the original book, the original show, the original tale. OG atla is ALWAYS gonna be the winner, nothing will compare! So sit back ~relax~ and find some joy in the little things

[bigstupid69]

I do tend to draw the choir similar to some of the actors, but I honestly just wanted to make my own designs and make them more greasy teenagers since I love them.

They all have braces (plus Constance) because why not!

Additional hadcanons below!!

Penny

𓃬 I wanna preface before I say anything, I absolutely LOVE CDplayer! And me making them exes is in no way hating on the ship! I just like angst and I basically made them both have a falling out from the JK-47 incident. I don't think Tammy would break up, I think Penny just genuinely avoided everyone and everything after that happened with barely any additional communication. Dick move to practically ghost her I know, but my Penny Lamb is not the most mentally healthy since-, I don't think she would be given all the shit she's been through...

𓃬 Sad note I forgot to add to the backpack is that she keeps a cross necklace in the pocket of her school uniform that Tammy gave to her, ouch!

𓃬 She keeps a mask in her bag since she tends to wear a face mask to try and blend into the background and escape the relentless bullying she faces at St Cassian, it works most of the time.

𓃬 Her blonde streaks in her hair is not dye. When she came back life part of Jane still remained in her, that being the porcelain doll's blonde hair. She can't remove it whether by cutting it off or dying, she's just like that permanently. I touched on my personal headcanons with Penny's sense of identity when it came to Jane in a very old fanfiction, that I discontinued. It's definitely gonna come back in the ghost AU I'm currently working on.

𓃬 She constantly looks like she's been pushed down the stairs. Usually not the case she's just very clumsy, definitely concerns the choir that she just shows up covered in bandages and bruises and acts like nothing happened.

Ocean

✪ Non ginger Ocean is still too cursed to me so I'm just gonna go with her dying it since no one probably wants to be ginger. (no offense)

✪ She keeps any random item Penny gives her. Even if it's like a paperclip she found on the ground, she treasures it. (Reason why half of the crap is just rocks, Penny is like a bird that picks up shiny things and gives them to people.)

✪ She's only an inch shorter than Mischa, (yeah I made him tiny). They have a worse sibling rivalry than Noel at points since the height difference isn't intimidating.

✪ She constantly keeps trying to fix Penny's loose tie in the hallway or whenever she notices it not as perfect as she wants it to be. (because she is insane)

Noel

☠ Again no hate to frenchrap?? I think that's the ship name? (Noel and Corey) I think it's cute! Also means my man has the worst taste in men imaginable since he's fallen for SoundCloud rappers twice now.

☠ We need more hairy Noel designs so I shall provide. Sue me I like facial hair! you're probably gonna have to get used to it in most of the male designs.

☠ I accidentally gave him a mullet (technically was intentional). I thought him growing his hair out would be neat, unfortunately left him with a mullet, but oh well.

☠ I am very defensive about what I think the rtc cast would listen to when it comes to relevant time dates. Imo he listens to the cure, the smiths, scissor sisters, the cardigans, carpenters, strawberry switchblade, and Depeche mode. He also is a fan of most upbeat pop music from any era but he wouldn't tell anyone he actually likes that genre.

[circus-clangen]

(Update timeee-

Mentioned characters: @badgersinabox(Prizekit), @beans27(Silkstreamer), @houndbite1(Appletoffee).

Characters used: @epicmothgirl42069’s Bladekit and @eternalender’s Maskkit)

> You were about to walk into kitten caravan, but noticed two items in the soil near caravan.

> You decided to ignore it for now, and get into caravan.

> Didn’t seemed like a lot was there.

> Toys, soft pillows, some food and a little fridge.

> Out of curiosity, you looked in the fridge.

> There was milk.

> Apparently, it was used to feed newborn kittens who didn’t had a mother or mother had problems with producing milk of her own.

> But you weren’t strong enough to open any bottles.

> You were guessing that this milk is probably spoiled.

> There weren’t a lot of drawers, and they were filled with toys and other things.

> So you laid on a giant teddy bear to rest a bit.

> It’s probably the safest caravan out of all.

> And had the strongest door.

> As you laid on plushy toy, you felt something hard on your spine.

> You gave yourself a nice stretch, and then flipped to see what was it.

> It was another sound tape.

> Happily, the needed device was here, since cats used to play songs to older kittens.

> You put tape into device.

> You heard some pacing around the room, with some bright tone and moody song playing in the background.

> “Hey Maskkit!”

> “Anything wrong, Blades*?”

(* - it’s Bladekit’s nickname)

> “Nope, I just wanted to say that we’re finally have a caravan for ourselves!”

> “Imagine what we can do! Without Silks, we can do anything!”

> “That’s cool! Where’s Prizekit?”

> “Oh, she’s with Appletoffee. Helping around the souvenir shop.”

> “Well, that’s nice I guess. What do you want to do?”

> “Have you tried swallowing swords? It’s pretty cool once you teach how to do it.”

> “Alright, let’s try then.”

> “Look at me! I bet I can swallow thus shard of glass!”

> “Blades- it’s the size of your mouth. Maybe even bigger.”

> “That’s what all the fun is!”

> The tape ended.

(Guess what? Explanation.

Blade and Mask were left alone in the caravan, and they decided to try eating sharp stuff. Already good start, right? Blade swallowed glass, and ended up damaging their body from inside, and a bit later, Maskkit ended up piercing their jaw with a sword.

Also, I would like to apologize if I get any designs or character personalities wrong, because l'm probably gotta be simplifying them because in future asks, I'll draw these designs ~50 times in a row, and may not get character's personality correctly.)

NOOO KITTENS-- KITTENS DONT EAT THE SHARP OBJECTS---DO NOT DO IT, KITTENS NOOO

[vidjausers-fable]

Pen Pals(Veneer X OC)Chapter 1

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Oh my god, I fell in love with Veneer and Velvet the moment I heard their silly little quotes and songs. I also have fun drawing them!? Anyway, this story is completely for fun, though it’s been a while since I’ve last written a fanfiction. Nothing is beta read in this chapter, so be kind if pointing out mistakes. Below is something I drew specifically for this fiction (though obviously it was inspired by the Barbie and Ken meme)

Also located on Wattpad and AO3. Chapter 2 and 3 are already located there, but soon will be here as well.

Once they had been arrested, Veneer and Velvet were booked and thrown into prison immediately. Well, it was more of a correctional facility if anything. A place where they wanted to prepare young adults who had made stupid mistakes for the outside world. Velvet didn’t take the change well but Veneer made no complaints, believing that it was the right thing to do because of the crimes they had committed. All those Trolls they had hurt…It weighed on him more than it did his sister. Velvet received a harsher sentence compared to her brother. Veneer’s was smaller because his heartfelt confession helped save the Trolls from his sister and expose their scam right away. 

However, the two shared a cell in the correctional facility due to a bit of a crowding issue. Their rooms were split in two, one side for Veneer and the other for Velvet. It wasn’t the ideal living situation, but Velvet was the only one complaining about it. 

The siblings looked completely different than what they used to. With no access to makeup in the facility, their faces were blank and deprived of any makeup and creams, and both adored the orange jumpsuits that read “Mount Rageous Correctional Facility” on the back. Velvet complained about her looks and image on the daily, as if it had not already been diminished. 

Veneer sat at his desk with one of the books checked out from the Library, trying to somehow read and drown out the voice of his sister whining in the background. It was hard to do both at the same time so he closed the book with a loud sigh, “What is it this time, Vel?” he asked and spun around in his chair to look at his sister. 

Velvet was half laying on the bed, her knees hanging over the edge. She threw her hands up and around dramatically as she spoke, “This isn’t fair! They took away another hour of my rec time from me just because I wanted an extra five minutes to eat. Didn’t I tell them I’m a slow eater?” She kicked her feet around as if she were a child having a tantrum.

Veneer leaned against his palm, unimpressed. As always. “And how did you ask for this extra five minutes?”

His sister glared. Did he Really ask her that as if she had done something wrong? “I asked, like a normal person! DUH!” she retorted sarcastically, throwing her hands up. 

Veneer rolled his eyes. He seriously doubted that, but he wouldn’t say that out loud. “Maybe…just maybe Vel, you should ask a bit nicer,” he suggested and added before she could interrupt, “Unfortunately, the people here don’t like to deal with our attitudes.”

“Me? An attitude! As if! This place is worse than a shoe store with no branding,” she groaned. “And a restaurant without lobster.”

Veneer gave up talking to his sister and turned back toward his desk. There was no use arguing with Velvet. She was an entitled brat. She always tried to get the last word in, and it was impossible to point out her mistakes, or her flaws. In her eyes, she was flawless and never did wrong, and only did right. He’d dealt with that entitled attitude his whole life, and that attitude was the reason that he was in the correctional facility right now. It was honestly pathetic, but there was nothing that he could do about it except not give in to her tantrums and ignore them when they arose. Of course, it was easier said than done. She practically threw a rich snobby princess tantrum every day. “Why don’t you back me up anymore, like you used to?” Velvet abruptly sneered. Veneer could already see her expression without turning back around.  

“Veneer, don’t ignore me.”

Over time, Veneer had found ways to stand up for himself. It was easier when they weren’t next to each other, but also because he was over her and her dramatic antics. 

“Because.” Veneer closed the book he was trying to read, “It’s your fault we got into this whole situation in the first place.” He had to resist the urge to turn around and throw the book directly at her head.

“You didn’t exactly stop me when I kidnapped the Troll.”

“Because I couldn’t Velvet!” He argued, finally turning to her, “You took the Troll without even telling me at first. You put him in a diamond perfume bottle without a word. I knew it was suspicious when I suddenly caught you singing one day, or remotely have any talent. I bet if I didn’t walk in on you in your room that day with the Troll, that you would have kept all of that stolen talent yourself and left me at home with our parents, which by the way, I CARE about the fact that they disowned us. They get death threats because we scammed everyone, and can’t practice their dentistry anymore. They sold their business to pay off our debts, and you think they hate us? I know you hated them, but do you honestly think that they deserved all of that?” The entire ramble left him in a single mouthful it felt, leaving his sister appalled. He had so much to say to her that his words tumbled out almost all at once.

Velvet gasped, her jaw wide open and a hand over her heart, as if he tried to strike it. “They deserved it, Veneer, for the way they treated us growing up! They were nobodies and didn’t give us anything.”

“How did they treat us, Vel?! They literally did nothing wrong our entire lives! We had everything we wanted! You got a car for your sixteenth birthday and you pawned it off to buy a stupid golden ring! You don’t even have it anymore, you threw it down the drain when we became total frauds and got more money, which you used to buy worthless junk. Our parents are saints compared to how you talk about them.”

“Are you saying this is all my fault?”

“It is, Vel. It’s your fault we’re in here because of you. And I won’t change my mind about that.” He turned his back to her once again. Ever since they had been arrested, it had been nothing but anger between the siblings, bubbling over the tea kettle. Veneer swore that his steam was running out fast around her. 

“It’s your fault too! You used the Troll as much as I did!”

Veneer ignored her. 

“Veneer, you can’t throw all the blame at me!”

Veneer ignored her again, at least until he heard her stand up and stomp toward him. Right as he flipped around, she grabbed the front of his orange jumpsuit and began to shake him. She bared her teeth in anger at him, shaking him until his neck popped, “You can’t throw all the blame on me, Veneer! That’s just not fair. You used the Trolls just as much as me, so you’re not a perfect saint. Neither were our parents. You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“What do you mean?!”

Metal clanged on metal and the siblings turned around to face the door of the cell. One of the Correctional Guards stood at the door, his baton against the cell bars, clinging back and forth until he had their attention. He glared at the two, though mostly at Velvet—the universal trouble maker. “Behave yourself Velvet, and stop arguing. That or I can extend your banishment from the rec room to the whole week. You wouldn’t want that would you?”

Velvet, still holding onto her brother’s shirt, glared at the officer, debating in her head if this was still worth it. If fighting her brother was worth the only freedom that they got in that joint. The two shared a long eye contact battle before she gave in, letting her brother go after shoving him back into the chair, and returned to her bed. “Whatever,” she snapped before rolling onto her side with her back facing the two. 

Veneer adjusted his shirt before looking at the guard, a bit frazzled and his heart racing. Even she got to him sometimes. “Whew…” Saved by the guard.

The guard watched Velvet and when he felt as though she was calm enough, looked to Veneer, the one he really wanted to talk to. He took out his keys from his side pocket and the clanging of the metal made the two perk up. “Veneer, your counselor wants to see you now.”

Velvet immediately interrupted, sitting up, “What about mine? Doesn’t she want to see me?”

“She would, if you would stop destroying her office at every appointment.” He stopped fiddling with the keys and glared at the sister, waiting for her to settle down again. He looked to Veneer and waited for him to approach the bars, as part of the protocol for entering and leaving the cells. 

“What for?” Veneer asked, approaching the cell door. “It’s not time for my appointment, is it? I don’t think it would be…” He sounded panicked. 

The guard opened the door. Veneer was required to step out and press his back to the wall with his arms out and palms faced down. Veneer was a low threat so only one guard was needed, though at some point Velvet needed four. He quickly locked the door because as expected, Velvet threw herself against the door and grabbed the bars in rage and growled. She even reached down to try and swipe the keys as they were shoved back into a secure pocket. The guard scoffed in her face and turned to Veneer, patting him down. The guard took his shoulder and pulled him in front of him, letting him walk where he could see him. 

Patting Veneer’s shoulder, he chuckled, “We really need to get you your own cell, buddy boy. Your sister gives me an ulcer everytime I open her cage. She’s like a dog who’s had everything handed to him, but still darts out the damn door whenever it opens.”

Veneer chuckled nervously, “Yeah…Uh, do you know why my counselor wants to see me? I didn’t do anything bad, did I?” He tried not to panic or ruminate like he used to. Besides, nothing he did was as bad as his sister…Though he honestly still felt as though he was a kid again, being sent to the principal's office, just multiplied by ten and with more consequences.

“I dunno, they don’t tell me anything. She didn’t seem mad, if that makes you feel any better.”

“I think it does.”

Veneer fidgeted his hands on the walk to his counselor’s office, guided by the guard. The guard opened the door and only shut it once Veneer sat across from his counselor. His counselor was a middle-aged blonde Mount Rageous person. She was prim and proper, and despite her strict posture and formalities of speech, she was a caring woman with bright blonde hair and honey amber eyes. Her office space matched the same atmosphere of her person. Everything was neatly arranged. There was a funky splash of red paint on the wall, pictures of cute animals under cheesy motivational quotes. There were also nick nacks scattered across the room. One of them was one of those solar powered bobble heads dancing along to no beat, sitting across from Veneer with a playful catty smile.

Linda greeted him with a warm smile. Veneer was still getting used to having someone like Linda to talk to. She always listened and never interrupted him, like his sister did. 

“Dr. Graham…Uh, why am I here?” he asked and the emotions immediately flooded in, trapped within from where he had been dealing with his sister all day. He sunk down into his chair, trying to hide, “I’m in trouble, aren’t I?”

Linda gasped and reached across the table. She knew that Veneer wasn’t a touchy-feely person, so she touched the desk right in front of him instead. “No, no, no, dear! Actually, I have something exciting to share with you.” She waited for Veneer to slide back up into his chair and sit properly.

“What…is it?” Veneer asked hesitantly. He expectedly leaned forward.

Linda bounced, her own excitement showing as she pulled out a folder from her file cabinet. Everything was so perfectly organized that it took no time for her to find anything. “Since our system runs on good behavior, and you’ve been on your best behavior—might I say even better than those who have been here for years—we decided to give you a huge reward. Now, we don’t just give these away to every patient here!” Her hand was on a document, which she pushed across the desk then flipped it so it faced him. 

Before him was a blank tan file cabinet folder. 

Veneer’s eyebrow raised. “What’s in that?”

“You won’t know until you open it. Go on!” She pulled her hands back and clapped as Veneer reached for the folder. He picked it up and opened it to the first page. He read it and frowned. 

Before he could get words out, Linda cheered and clapped her hands some more, “It’s our Pen Pal Program! We like to give these out to our top most behaved patients here. We were quite surprised to see how well you turned out, and how quick and well mannered you were, so don’t take this reward lightly!” She said and took the document back, flipping through the pages, explaining every single one of them until Veneer’s eyes couldn’t keep up with his brain. 

“Wait, wait…So I earned this?” he asked and put his hands on the papers, taking them when Linda let go of them. “What do I do with this? How does it work?”

“It’s easy!” Linda began to explain, “You fill out these forms and I scan and put it into the system. After a bit of Beep Booping on the keyboard, the system finds a pen pal that will be suitable for you! The system is surprisingly 95 percent accurate. When a Pen Pal is assigned to you, you receive their first letter and then write a response to them. After that, you basically send letters back and forth to each other. It’s very old school and the only part that technically plays a role is to keep your documents up to hand and sort out who your Pen Pal is!” 

Veneer was distracted by the exaggerated hand gestures Linda made as she talked. He shrugged it off and began to flip through the papers, looking at them carefully to make a decision. Having someone new and different to talk to sounded…different.

“If you fill this out right now while I still have you in my office, I should get everything uploaded and submitted within a couple hours.” Her fingers clacked loudly against the keyboard. Then she looked to Veneer and gave him one of her trusting, and warm smiles. “Is that something you’re interested in, Veneer?”

After looking through the last of the papers, Veneer took a second to think it over in his head. It would be nice to have conversations with someone from the outside world, considering he no longer had his parents. For once, he wouldn’t have a conversation centered around how did you get here? How did you get busted? Best of all, he could have someone to communicate with that wasn’t his sister. That was the icing on the cake. That’s what stood out to him the most. 

Placing the papers back down on the desk, he looked to Linda with a determined expression. He held out a hand to her, brows knitting together. “Pen, please.”

“That’s it! YAY!” Linda took out a pen from the pen box that was organized by type of pen, colors, and probably even ink levels. Veneer took the pen and began to read everything meticulously and filled out blanks while he glanced over the paper. Linda was quiet, but played calming and relaxing music that she knew Veneer liked to help him focus. 

The paperwork didn’t take long, and he finished it in less than thirty minutes. “Can you look it over and make sure I didn’t forget anything?” he asked, sounding timid as he handed the papers over. 

Linda took the papers and flicked through the pages at lightning speed. A smile crossed her lips. “It’s perfect, I’ll get everything ready for you and you should get your Pen Pal within a week or two.” She looked at the watch on her wrist. “Woo, look at the time. You have to get back to the cell for quiet time. Your favorite time!” She clasped her hands together. “Veneer, I’m so proud of the growth you’ve gone through these past months. You must have been eager for change before you walked through our doors.”

Veneer blushed at the compliments and rubbed the back of his neck. She wasn’t necessarily wrong. “I’m not used to all these compliments…I don’t think I deserve all this praise.”

Linda shook her head and placed her hand back on Veneer’s spot on the desk, giving him a soft and understanding smile. “Just because your sister made you fight for affections, and do terrible things, doesn’t mean you’re less deserving of love. Remember what we talked about, okay?” She leaned back in her chair. “Also, Veneer?”

“Yeah?”

“I received your report for transferring rooms and approved it,” she answered, watching as Veneer became brighter every second. “We just have to wait for a room to become available, alright? You’re next on the list, I promise.” She nodded her head. 

Veneer was disappointed knowing that he had to wait a bit longer, but nonetheless was happy that there was at least one person fighting for him. He nodded his head, determined before standing. “Thank you, Dr. Graham. For everything.” He felt appreciative of the woman, who had gone out of his way to help him become a better person.

A different guard stood outside when Veneer came out of the room, and nodded to the male. Walking in front of him again, he walked all the way back to his room. He felt an anxious pit in his stomach, knowing his sister was there waiting for him and already heard her voice hounding him to tell her everything he discussed with Linda, as she always did. And he didn’t want to do that. Sure enough, his sister was waiting for him with her hands on the bars, and once again the guards had to fight simply to keep Velvet within her cell. It was the same thing everyday, and maybe this Pen Pal program would help change things.  

Veneer was tired of this life. 

[annawayne]

Hello Anna <3 I hope you are doing well 🌻

Can you answer questions for the artist game 2, 7, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 16, 29 :)

I like your art and I want to you talk more about your art. 🥐🥐🥐

Oh, hello-hello!

Thank you so much for these kind words and for your interest! And, haha, I see that you've read the previous post, too 🥐🥐🥐

2 most popular piece?

It's ironic how one of the most popular pieces is the one I don't like :D But this is it!

Another popular one, is this one, but in this case, I still love this art (sometimes I wonder if I'll be able to create something like this ever again...)

7 easiest thing for you to draw?

It's a very interesting question! Let's say, on the stage of the rendering, it's, how ironically it wouldn't sound, but backgrounds! I know that usually it's considered like the least thing you would name as "easiest", but somehow, it works for me...

9 whats something you always come back to when drawing?

Hm, very good question. I think, it's this simple thought that everything, in reality, doesn't have an end: drawing, no matter how good you are, is about constant studying, and this is also the beauty in it. I always try to keep it in mind, but when I start drawing, every single time I recall this idea, and, at some point, to be honest, it's also reassuring.

10 how do you deal with artblock?

You know, I must tell you that I have never had an art block. Demotivation and discouragement? Yes, and not because I can't draw what I imagined, but primarily because of the reach since I wish my arts would be seen more, but other than that - even if I had some small moments when I felt like something wasn't going the way I would like to - I felt upset and sometimes disappointed, but never to the point of artblock. So, in my case, the answer will be a bit different: when I have such moments, I just step away from it and let these feelings not interfere into my art process. Drawing or writing with such low emotions which whisper to you how "you're failing to match your imagination" (which, in fact, are nothing but lies) is a huge emotional turmoil and also, some kind of torture, so instead of forcing myself into it, I just let these emotions live and die as quickly as they appear. During this time while I'm away from drawing/writing, I try to distract myself with something usual like reading, for example. So, yes, that's it!

11 do you listen to anything while drawing?

Yes! I usually listen to lectures/discussions, this kind of content, or to the music - when it comes to it, I try to find the matching pieces of songs to the vibe of the drawing, so it also helps me to set the mood :3

For example, for this art, I was listening on repeat Eric Satie, and I hope it gave the mood to this art the one I hoped to achieve

12 describe your process while drawing

Thank you for this question! It all starts with the idea itself, usually it just pops up out of nowhere, or some official art happens, and the image of what to draw strikes me very clearly. Sometimes, I can have some ideas, and they float around, until the moment I realize how I want the art to look like. After that, I gather some pose references, and start sketching. How much the sketching stage takes, it depends on the art itself: sometimes, I can sketch it for 20 minutes, sometimes - for hours. When the sketch is ready, I do the flat colours: just basic shades to understand the palette, and after that - the general colorization of the art (the group with different layers such as Brightness/Contrast, Gradients, Solid Colours, Hue/Saturation etc), which changes through the process. And then, rendering! Now, I have the scheme: firstly, skin rendering + hair, in between - background, step by step; clothes; additional details; the general work with lightning; shades/volumes; final touches, and here we are!

13 talk about a wip you like!

Currently, I'm working on JeanPiku and AruAni double date, and while I think it's quite good piece, there are two WIPs I'll be working on after that, and I must tell you that this solo question made me *wheezing* because I'm both excited and a bit scared to work on them :D One of this WIPs is related to Ancient Greece mythology (sorry for not sharing details, since I want to keep it as a small surprise), and another one based on this official Annie art from brave order with pipa, and, off course, Armin too :3 I really hope I'll do justice to these ideas, and you'll like them!

16 how do you motivate yourself to draw?

AruAni (and JeanPiku) motivate me to draw! :D

But on more serious note (my first answer is still serious), it's as simple as it is - I can't simply not to draw. The drawing itself motivates me because it allows to tell the stories, to live through so many emotions and many scenarios. And, honestly, for me, it's more than enough.

29 do you use a lot of references while drawing?

I use reference for the poses - that's yes, my must have, since I try to make it quite "humanly fluid", and even if I study anatomy, I prefer to have references to always double check. As for composition and colour palette- no, it's always my free flight of imagination :D So, basically, I use references for characters and for some specific details, like furniture or flowers, for example.

Thank you a lot for all these questions! It was really interesting to answer, and it helped me to distract myself from everything, thank you so much, and have a good one :3