#guess what i made this with. do you think it is pastels? WRONG it's my cheapass watercolors

[oozeandgoo-art]

my stupid fish and his stupid boyfriend

[always-andromeda]

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𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ⟡ Abby Anderson x Fem!Reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 ⟡ 1039

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 ⟡ You spend a quiet moment showing Abby your Animal Crossing island; a testament to your love for Sanrio characters and your favorite girl.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ⟡ on my old sideblog, my sweet Saia requested that I write something with Abby involving Animal Crossing. buuuut, since I've deleted that blog, I thought I'd repost it here! I've made some little edits so it's a bit longer than before; but here it is in all its glory again! this one is entirely dedicated to you, @abbysdolly; thank you for being so lovely and so supportive, dear. I hope you enjoy this again!! alsoooo, divider credits go to @cafekitsune!!

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ⟡ minor swearing, absolute tooth rotting fluff, nothing else I can think of!

"Fuckin' video games..." Abby spoke under her breath as she fiddled with the controls of her switch. She'd only had it for a few days (thanks to some gentle persuasion from you) but she was already moments away from giving up on it completely.

"What's wrong?" you leaned over from your spot on the couch. Her character now stood blankly in front of her starter tent. You rested your chin on her shoulder, breathing in the pine scent that felt like home to you by now as you tried to see what the problem was.

"There was a scorpion and he just–"

Realizing her plight, you giggled, "Stung you?"

Abby set the console down and reclined back on the couch, taking a deep breath. "How did you get so good at this in the first place?"

"I dunno," you hummed. "You just gotta work on it."

Of course. As much as Abby fancied herself an expert at all things, part of her was alright with taking the loss on this one; especially knowing how happy you got when you finally got to best her at something. You could have this one.

Abby rolled her eyes and continued, "Ah, it's whatever. Show me what you've got on your island, babe." 

Your eyes lit up and a smile bloomed across your face. Letting out a chuckle of her own, Abby swore she'd never get sick of that expression. You picked your own console back up and snuggled closer into her side.

Immediately your fingers flew, maneuvering your character around the screen. Abby smirked, catching a glimpse of the pink bunny that decorated the skin of your console. She never had a single clue how she managed to land a delicate thing like you. It always made her a little afraid of breaking you; something she didn’t worry about with most. She was abrasive and proud of it. But not with you. Never with you. She hooked a strong arm around your frame and pulled you closer.

"The first thing I have to show you..." you trailed off as your character disappeared inside of a pastel pink house. The main room of your house was thoroughly decorated with polka dot wallpaper and white wood floors. Pastel couches and a white coffee table with a decorative cake and tea set on top constituted your home’s living room. Underneath it all, a fluffy looking rug tied the whole soft atmosphere. Except…it didn’t look like any old carpet. It was a picture of some sort of cartoon character tucked inside a bright blue teacup.

Abby squinted. "Who's on the rug?"

You looked up at her, "I've told you about the characters, Bee. Guess."

Noticing the long ears on the character, she spitballed, "Isn't that the bunny? MyMelody?"

"Nooo..." you whined and tapped the decal on your switch. "That's MyMelody. The rug is Cinnamoroll. And he's a puppy, not a bunny."

Abby scoffed, "Well, sounds like I've gotta do more studying."

"Yeah," you replied matter of factly with a glint of pride in your eye, "you really do."

As soon as you showed her around your house, you then graduated to running around your island. You'd sunk hundreds of hours into the game and it showed, considering every nook was themed and immaculately adorned with various trees, bushes, and flowers. She couldn’t help but be a little jealous. It wasn’t fair that these little virtual creatures could live in a paradise, entirely hand crafted by you. That sounded like a dream to her.

"So, this is Toby," you introduced her to a yellow rabbit with big eyes and teal hair. "He's part of the Sanrio set of characters. I'm trying to collect them all."

"Now, that is a bunny. It has to be. Geez, how many bunnies does this brand have?" she grumbled.

You giggled again, "Yes, he's a bunny. But he's based off of Keroppi," you added with a pointed glance in her direction, obviously expecting her to fill in the blank.

Now this is one Abby knew. She blurted out, "The frog!"

"Good job, Bee," you smiled proudly.

"Eh, it's no big deal," she brushed you off with a teasing look that told you she was playing her humility up. She had to preserve some respectability.

Then she watched as your character ran over to a secluded piece of land that looked over the ocean. The sun was setting over your island paradise as your character plopped down on an iron bench. Cut off from the rest of the island by a thick layer of trees, this area was quiet. The normally upbeat music subsided so you and her could clearly hear the wind blowing and the waves crashing. It was strangely kind of…calming.

"This spot is nice," Abby mumbled.

"I made it for us,” you replied quietly.

"For us?"

Your gaze was especially sentimental when you answered, "Yeah! So when you finally visit my island, we'll have a place to sit and watch the ocean."

Abby blinked vacantly. "You know...we can totally do that now too...in real life?"

You chewed on your lip as you watched the screen. "I mean, yeah. Of course. But I want to sit with you and watch the sunset virtually too."

Abby was quiet, thinking about all the hours you put into this endeavor. How patient you had been, sharing all of the things you loved with her. God…how had she been lucky enough to find you again? 

Finally, she spoke, "Ya know...maybe I won't quit the game just yet. At least not until I get to sit on the bench with you...virtually..."

"You're such a goober," you smiled, laid your head back on her chest, and hopped off the bench in game so you could keep showing her around.

Her emotions weren’t showing up too visibly on her face. But she was undoubtedly and thoroughly impressed. For one, she was amazed at your eye for design and the way you coordinated everything without making it look too uptight and proper. Your island felt comfortable, just like how you made her feel. And more than anything, she was happy that it was a kind of comfort you always wanted her to be involved with.

[salchat]

So, here's another Dean. This one's in neocolor crayon, which are very soft crayons - you can use water with them, but I haven't here, because the paper's newsprint and it would fall to pieces very quickly if I used water.

While I was drawing, I was pondering various arty matters. Mainly, how some art/craft posts - mostly on Facebook rather than here - irritate the hell out of me. You know the ones. Where there's some amazing piece of art/craft, but the caption is something like, 'please be kind - it's my first time!' When it's blatantly not their first time, unless art and craft is just plain easy, which it isn't. Anyway, I'm not sure why people make those posts - for others to comment how amazing they are? I suppose. But it must be pretty hollow to receive such compliments. Unless it really is their first time. And even then...

So, anyway, it made me think, why do I post my art? What exactly do I get out of it? Do I do it to receive validation in the form of compliments? I'm not saying there's anything wrong with that, but I just wanted to be really honest with myself. And also, why do I make art in the first place and why this particular type of art, drawing the same characters over and over?

Well, I think I draw for the same, or similar reasons that I write - because it's my own world, that I can control. There's comfort there, isn't there? And comfort in the characters I draw and write about - they're not called comfort characters for nothing, after all. And they're beautiful, aren't they? They're just damn beautiful. Why wouldn't I want to draw them?

So, I guess I want to pour my love into creating something beautiful, or as near beauty as I can get. And I choose to do that with my crayons or my charcoal or my pastels because I love those things too - their colours, the way they spread, the way you can make big, soft marks or sharp, dark marks, the way you can smush them around with your fingers, the way you can just mess about and sometimes it doesn't work and sometimes you get an amazing effect that you didn't know was possible. I love drawing randomly, roughly, searching and searching until I find what I want.

But why post online? Hmm... Well, yes, it is nice when people think what I've created is technically skilful. I have an ego that likes to be stroked, same as anyone else. But if that was the only reason, I'd probably cheat. Some people do. And if that makes them happy, who am I to criticize?

Anyway, I think what I'm after is connection, which is in no way an original thought. That's what makes fandom so wonderful, isn't it? The way you can find connections with other people all over the world. I think when I post, I'm looking for people who love the same kinds of things that I do - the same characters, obviously, but also the same kind of approach to art. The colours and the roughness, the playfulness and the 'continuing mission' to find beauty. I think I post in the hopes that someone will see my art and think, 'hey, I like that.' And that they'll feel a little spark of joy.

I think that's what all our fan creations are about. You get the firework of joy and excitement that goes off when you create your story or your picture and then, around the fandom world, other people get a spark struck from your joy. Which is pretty flowery stuff, but, hey - I'm a writer, aren't I?

That's enough rambling. Nearly. Because I also want to do the thing I often do, which is totally anti the 'it's my first time!' kind of posts. This is very far from my first time and I want you to see the crappiness of my progress shots, because it's important to know that there's almost always a lot of crappy stages before you reach something you consider beautiful. Not perfect. I'm not after perfection, which is impossible anyway, and I would never say any of my stuff is perfect because it's far from perfect and I don't want that - I want life and humanity and striving toward something.

I'm gonna shut up now, because there are burgers to be cooked and chocolate cake to be eaten, and hey! Doctor Who's on soon! Bye!

[munson-blurbs]

Saw that you’re looking for Eddie X Argyle requests, so maybe you could do something where Argyle is dating the reader, and Eddie is basically in a relationship but is a virgin, so argyle allows Eddie to practice on the reader.

Argyle teaches Eddie basically

This request unlocked something inside me 🥵

Warnings: smut (18+ only, minors DNI!), oral (f! receiving), voyeurism, Argyle x afab!Reader x Eddie), cheating I guess (not on Reader), some pet names, Reader is basically used as a s*x toy but we’re into it I promise, everyone is over 18

WC: 1.8k

Thank you to @pastel-pillows for helping me reach my feral potential 😘

It all started as an innocent movie night. Though you and Argyle had been dating for nearly a year, you still made sure to carve out time to spend with Eddie. He had been the one to choose Risky Business, which you’re watching as you sit in between them. Argyle rests his arm along the back of the sofa, keeping you close, while Eddie’s leaning back with his arms folded over his chest.

The telltale sound of the sloppy kisses preceding a sex scene fill the room, and you feel a slight tingle in your abdomen. You’re clearly not the only one getting turned on by the simulated intimacy, as your boyfriend begins sucking on your neck.

You giggle and gently push him away. “Babe, not now,” you protest, glancing over at Eddie just in time to see him adjusting himself over his jeans. “Y’good there, Eds?”

Eddie blushes a deep red that you can see even with the lights turned down. “Uh, yeah, sorry.”

Argyle smirks, stealthily grabbing hold of one of your tits. “You wanna go call Chrissy, brochacho?” His mischievous smile falters when he sees Eddie duck his head, and he sits forward in concern. “Shit, dude. Did you guys break up already?”

“Nah, man. ‘S just…” Eddie exhales, contemplating whether to reveal his secret. Eventually, he caves. “She was with Jason for a while, and they definitely…y’know…” He points to the sex scene on the TV screen. “And I, uh, haven’t yet.”

He expects you two to tease him about still being a virgin while in a relationship; to his surprise, you offer support.

“It’s normal to be nervous,” you reassure him. “I was nervous before I got with Argyle, and he was nervous before he got with me. And we were friends first.”

“Yeah, it definitely helps to be friends first,” your boyfriend agrees.

“Well, you’re my only girl friend,” Eddie gestures to you, clearing his throat as he rushes to further explain. “I mean, girl who’s a friend, not a girlfriend girlfriend, because you’re Arg’s girlfriend…”

Argyle looks between you and his friend, mouth twitching devilishly. He’s concocted some sort of idea; for better or for worse, you know he’s going to share it. “You, uh, you a visual learner?”

As soon as Eddie nods, Argyle’s on top of you, unbuttoning your shorts and tugging them down your legs. “Have you done anything with Chrissy? Like, sexy time-related?”

Eddie shrugs, shoving a thumbnail into his mouth and gnawing nervously. “Just fingering, I guess.”

“You ever eat her out?”

“N-Not yet.”

Argyle motions for Eddie to come closer so he can see everything. “This is gonna be kinda hard to explain while I’m doing it so…” He brings your legs onto his shoulders and turns to Eddie. “You might think you gotta dive right into it, but you would be wrong, my friend. They like to be teased a little, right, baby?”

“Definitely,” you confirm.

Argyle presses his lips to your cotton panties, trailing kisses down until he reaches your clit. You shiver at the contact, and he takes the opportunity to expand on his lesson. “See how she reacted when I did that? That’s what you want. Gotta reel them in.” He continues kissing over the fabric while you begin grinding your sex against his face.

“Now you’ve got her where you want her,” Argyle says, referring to the way your hips involuntarily buck upwards. He hooks his fingers into the waistband of your panties and drags them down, tucking them into his back pocket. Eddie’s beet red, a sheen of sweat forming along his forehead. “Repeat the same thing you just did, but right on her pussy. Underwear is strictly prohibited.”

You want to make a snarky comment about having oral down to a science, but your boyfriend’s mouth is soon pressed to your cunt; you can feel his breath on your slick folds.

“Be honest with me, Munson.” He doesn’t break his concentration, and the vibration of his words make you dizzy with anticipation. “Can you find the clit?”

“Y-Yeah, ‘s right…” Eddie vaguely gestures, but that’s insufficient for Argyle.

“Nah, man. I can’t have you moving onto the next step until I know you can find it.”

“On her?”

“No, on me,” Argyle rolls his eyes. “Yes, on her!” He steps back, leaving your perfect pussy on full display for Eddie to see.

Eddie’s breath hitches; he gently separates your folds and brings his thumb to your clit. “‘S there,” he mumbles, but before he can move away, you grab his wrist.

“Keep your finger there,” you order sweetly, “that’s, like, the perfect amount of pressure.”

Argyle chuckles. “Nice try, princesa, but you’re not getting both of us just yet.” He shoos Eddie back to where he was standing. “My tongue’s gonna be pretty ocupado for a little while, so I’ll tell you what to do now.” His thumb replaces Eddie’s, only he makes small, circular motions. “Clit’s always gotta be taken care of. If your mouth isn’t on it, your finger better be. So while you do that, you’re gonna lick her pussy—firm but gentle.”

“‘Firm but gentle?’” The instructions seem to contradict themselves.

Argyle sighs. “Yeah, like…you wanna make sure she can feel it, but don’t fuckin’ dart your tongue around like a snake or anything. I dunno, just…watch me.” And with that, he licks a stripe up your cunt, moving his finger only to wrap his lips around the small nub. Your fingers dig into his scalp and you let out a soft whimper.

“Locating the clit is basic beginner shit,” Argyle says from between your thighs. “When your tongue is on it, you’re gonna flick it back and forth slow, then get a little faster. You go too fast too soon and it’s gonna be too much for her.”

He demonstrates and your legs start to shake. You can’t hold back from moaning, “Argyle, yes, baby! Oh, fuck!” You can hear and feel him laughing as he slightly increases his pace. Between his mouth and the thrill of Eddie watching intently, it’s only a matter of time before you cum.

You whine when he pulls back, chin covered in your arousal. “Relax, babe.” He’s mean and condescending—just how you like him. “Munson, this next part is key,” he addresses him as though you’re not even there. “You said you’ve fingered Chrissy, so next time, you’re gonna do that while your mouth focuses on her clit.” One finger, then two enter your hole. He pumps them in and out, keeping one hand wrapped around your thigh to hold it steady. “Once you’ve got your rhythm…bon appetit.”

The combination of the fullness inside you and the clitoral stimulation has you writhing on the couch. Eddie’s arms are crossed over his chest, watching as your eyes roll back and gasps pass through your lips. “Mmm, fucking shit!” you cry out. There’s a noise vaguely resembling a choked sob. “Keepgoingkeepgoingkeepgoing, fuck, keep going!”

The coil snaps and you arch your back, cumming on your boyfriend’s tongue. He doesn’t stop until you tap him on the head; even then, he double checks. “All good?” he murmurs, fully prepared to continue eating you out if you wanted. You nod and offer a tired grin, breasts heaving with your panting breaths.

Argyle stands up, fingers grabbing onto the plush of your thighs for stability. “All yours,” he tells Eddie, wiping his lips as he steps aside.

“Wh-What?” Eddie sputters, seemingly frozen in place. There’s no way, no fucking way that Argyle’s suggesting what he thinks he is…is he?

“You wouldn’t perform CPR for the first time in an actual emergency,” Argyle reasons. “Y’gotta practice on a dummy first.”

“I’m not…I’m not a dummy,” you pout from where you lay on the sofa.

Your boyfriend smirks, pressing a kiss to your lips. It tastes like you and the Purple Palm Tree Delight he’d smoked just before starting the movie.

“But I got you dumb on my mouth, didn’t I, princesa?” You can’t argue with that, and he chuckles. “That’s what I thought. Now,” he turns to Eddie, patience running thin, “you wanna give it a shot?”

“Yeah, I just…” Words fail him; this was the last thing he’d expected when he’d come over for movie night. “Don’t wanna hurt her or anything…” Don’t wanna make an idiot of myself, he thinks wryly.

Argyle shakes his head. “Nah, man. You’re not gonna hurt her. I’m gonna be right here, keepin’ an eye on things.”

Eddie bends down, cautiously kissing up your thighs. He doesn’t know why he does it, but it feels right. Your legs tremble slightly, and he isn’t sure what that means, so he stops suddenly and looks from you to Argyle. “‘S that…”

“Good, good, it’s good,” you reassure him, settling in as he resumes his kisses. They’re soft and light, which is great, but he keeps that same pressure—or lack thereof—against your needy cunt. “Just…little more?”

Where you’re timid in your request, Argyle is straightforward. “Nice and firm, Munson,” he instructs. “Tongue flat against her, like you’re licking ice cream. Tastes even better. Trust me,” he adds with a wink.

Eddie follows his instructions, head bobbing with his movements. He’s sloppy with inexperience, but not disinterest, and you gently nudge his head more towards that delicious sweet spot that brings you pleasure without fail.

“Now, once you found the rhythm…there ya go,” Argyle praises as Eddie slides his middle finger into your pussy. “Damn, Munson. Look what you’re doin’ to her.” Sure enough, when Eddie glances at you, he sees your lips parted mid-moan. He can’t hold back his grin, knowing that he’s bringing you this pleasure. And, yeah, okay, Argyle’s guidance was helping, but it’s ultimately Eddie’s body that’s making you react this way.

Your hand digs into his curls as he keeps a steady pace, adding a second finger inside you. You’re already sensitive from Argyle making you orgasm, so while his ministrations were a leisurely stroll, you’re sprinting to the finish for Eddie. You practically wail as you cum, feeling his smile against your cunt as he relishes in his victory.

He stands up, wiping his lips and chin tentatively yet triumphantly. You prop yourself up on your elbows, head spinning from two consecutive orgasms.

Argyle is the first to speak, easily breaking the tension. “So, that’s how you eat pussy!” He says with a smirk, clapping Eddie on the shoulder. “Now, swish around some mouthwash a coupla times and go show that girl of yours what you’ve learned.”

But Eddie remains frozen in place, hand smoothing down the crotch of his jeans in a futile attempt to tame his raging erection. “Is there a-anything else you can teach me?” He’s speaking to Argyle, but his eyes never leave your body. It clicks for everyone in the room that Chrissy is the last person on his mind.

Your boyfriend looks at you expectantly. “Whaddya say, amor? Can our little horndog get another hands-on lesson?”

[coralseacourt]

Undeniably Yours Part 2 by @coralseacourt

Summery: A girl falling through darkness into a world of fae, landing right in Hybern’ s Throne room. Azriel finding his mate but not wanting her. Rhysand’s & feyre’s bond severed for good. What else could go wrong? Azriel x Reader x Rhysand

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part6, Part7,

Part 2:

Voices. I had been sitting in this room for the last two days , since the huge winged creature with the shadows had dropped me off here.

His eyes had been like steel.

His hands had been ice cold.

He had bled and seemed in pain. But with no word and no explanation, he had put me in this room with the bright pastel colors and since then nothing .

And I felt .Numb.

No one tried to disturb me until now. I could hear their voices on the other side of my door.

Would they come in or continue arguing and then leave like they did the last couple days?

The noise of a soft knock ripped me out of my trance. The door started opening and I leaned my head slightly to the side. Owl like. My body didn’t feel human anymore.

Everything just felt mechanic.

A tall man with black hair and violet eyes entered.

Beautiful.

The leader of this group I had guessed. He looked at me with soft eyes giving me a kind smile.

But was it real?

“Good evening. I did not want to disturb you, but it is important that I talk to you. Get more,” he paused “ information about you.”

The only thing I could do was blink. My head felt empty like the black water I was thrown out of.

“ I know it must be difficult for you to understand what happened.” He continued ,” But maybe we could start with your Name?”

I wrinkled my forehead in confusion.

My name? What was my Name? Did I had one? I just shook my head . Not knowing what to say. “ My name is Rhysand, but you can call me Rhys if you like. “

With quiet steps he came closer to the little window seat I was sitting in and bend down on his knees in front of me .

“If you are not able to talk, or don’t want to , would you allow me to look in your memories?”

My memories? What did he mean? In my head? Was that possible? I gave him a little nod.

Curious to see what would happen. Would he be able to find out my Name? Would I have memories?

His eyes were a little brighter now like deep purple pools of starlight.

He gave me a little reassuring smile before I could feel something crawling or more floating in my head like black smoke curios but pushing to the same time.

I watched his facial expression go from neutral to confused. What did he see?

“Interesting.”

Confusion changed to Concentration, and I couldn’t help but stare at his beautiful inhuman face.

To perfect.

Nothing that was not sculpted by the gods. It made me uncomfortable for the soley reason that humans had uneven skin.

Pores ,beauty marks,scars but him?

Nothing.

Humans? How did I know about this but not my name?

Am I a human?

No. I don’t think so . Earlier in the Morning when I had washed myself in the attached bathroom I looked like him.

My blond long hair perfectly curling over my back. Not one single curl out of order . My eyes green with golden flecks that seemed to colorful, to bright, to alive. And my ears sharply shaped.

“Well, not much to be seen . But at least we have a name.” He said with a little chuckle. I looked at him expectantly.

“y/n. It’s a pretty name too. I’ve never heard a name like that.” Y/n that was what I was called ? It seemed to fit like a missing puzzle piece. I turned my face from his curious eyes and stared out the window.

Beneath me a city with thousands of bright lights and a warm atmosphere. I opened my mouth a bit running my tongue over my bottom lip.

“y/n” I tested it slowly out . My voice surprised me. Very high so feminine and inhuman. A little chuckle made me look back to the man in front of me.

“We have Dinner in a little bit if you like to join us?” Should I? He seemed nice enough. So I nodded.

“Yes.” I whispered to quietly for him to hear, not used to my voice.

“Yes, I … I would like that Rhysand.” I gave him a shy smile not sure if I said his name correct.

“Rhys, just call me Rhys. “ he stared a couple more moments fascinated at me before he stood up and walked out. In the time that the door had completely closed a sudden wind blew through the room and made me look in the direction of my bed where a beautiful dark green dress laid, like it always had been there.

………………….}••••••••••••••••••••{…………………

I was standing in front of the Mirror.

Starring.

The green dress was fitting perfectly.

It was long and tight with small stripes over my shoulders.

I swirled just watching the color shift and float until there was a knock.

“Yes?” The door swung open with to much force and my heart started to race.

The winged man was standing there with an unpleasant expression on his face, like he tasted something he didn’t like.

“Are you coming?” He hissed at me. My palms started to sweat and I left a shaky breath while nodding.

“Of course.” I whispered quietly and followed him out of the room.

We walked with a fast pace I almost couldn’t follow through a long hallway made out of white marble with long windows .

It lead into an open space with a large Table that was occupied by 5 people one of them I recognized as Rhysand. My stomach felt sick from so much attention on me.

The male that had brought me here sat down next to a beautiful girl with flowers in her hair, while I stopped at the end of the Table.

What should I do?

There were two seats open. Next to Rhysand and on the other side next to the unfriendly winged one.

With shaking hands I took the safer option and walked towards Rhys sitting myself quietly on the chair without looking up.

A low groan came from the other side.

To see if I did something wrong I looked up, but got distracted by the kind male next to me, when he spoke up.

“Good choice y/n .” He chuckled and had a glow in his eyes.

“Really Rhys? You’re confusing the poor girl with your flirting.” Came from a blond woman seated next to me.

“Am I not allowed to flirt a little? I m the High lord am I not?”

“Not when your Mate is stuck in enemy territory.” Came from a sharp tongue.

Probably the Sister of the flower girl. The similarities where unarguably there.

“You should be trying to get her back and not make pretty eyes to someone that is a stranger to us.”

Shame came over me and my face flushed.

I couldn’t understand why she would fire so vial words about me.

Did I choose to be here? But asking myself that question I couldn’t even answer it.

“Nesta if you can’t behave in front of our guest you’re welcome to leave.”

The huge man sitting next to Nesta seemed uncomfortable with the conversation pushing around on the chair like he rather would flee.

“y/n this is my inner circle. Elaine” he pointed to the girl with the flowers on his other side.

“Azriel my spymaster “ the angry looking one and what was a spymaster?

My head leaned automatically to the side and I stared at him curiously.

“Nesta and Cassian “ the angry girl and the male next to her.

“ And Mor my cousin.” The blond next to me gave me a reassuring smile.

“Let’s eat before we discuss more.”

And with just a wave of his hand delicious looking food appeared in front of us.

With big eyes i watched while everyone started pouring food on their dishes.

Rhys grabbed my plate and shuffled food on it while I only could watch him.

A little “oh” escaped my lips and all eyes turned to their High lord watching him with confused facial expressions.

Until a growl came from across the table.

I looked over at Azriel his hands formed to fists his teeth bleched while watching Rhysand.

“I’m sure she can do that on her own, don’t you think .” Why was he so angry ?

“Yes I m sure she can . But why not be nice to someone that didn’t get a lot of kindness since entering a such brutal world?”

That left a couple open mouths and my plate appeared back in front of me loaded with mashed potatoes, green beans, gravy and Roast beef?

“Thank you, I really appreciate the gesture.” I whispered quietly and started eating.

A snort came followed by a

“You have to give her that , at least she is polite.” Came from Cassian. the rest of the Dinner was uneventful.

I only listened to the quiet conversation of everyone.

When all the plates magically disappeared and everyone started to pour themselves drinks.

That’s when I felt a hand grab mine and squeeze it a little bit. Looking up I saw Mor starring at me.

“Do you like shopping? We could go one Day if you like? I know some wonderful boutiques here in velaris.”

I had to blink. Shopping? Would I be allowed to do that?

And if? How would I pay for anything? as if Rhysand read my mind he said.

“That sounds like a blended idea. And no worries you can put it on my name for now.”

“ That is very kind of you to offer I….. I will think about it.”

“You should. We would have a lot of fun , I promise.” She gave me a little wink and took a sip of her wine. I felt uncomfortable with so many people in one room that I didn’t know.

It made my heart race and my stomach flutter. Would now be a appropriate time to flee?

“Do you want me to accompany you to your room or do you find your way alone?” The high lord whispered over to me like we were sharing a secret.

I couldn’t help it and had to giggle.

“I do not want them to torment you for it.” I whispered back. “But thank you for asking.”

He gave me a nod and his eyes twinkled in the reflection of his wine glass.

I silently slipped out of my seat wished everyone a good night and disappeared as fast as I could in direction of my Room.

Before I could reach it Azriel appeared out of nowhere right in front of me, so silently i had to squeak loudly.

With my hand on my racing heart I stared at him. “I m giving you a little warning Blondie, what you do with it is up to you. Stay away from Rhys. Whatever you are planning in that little head of yours , stop it,”

He stepped closer to me until our chests almost touched. Bending down to be on eye level with me he whispered dangerously.

” It’s in your best interest to heave my warning, no one can just snake there way inside of our court like that.”

And with that he disappeared back in to the shadows.

part 1 , part 2, part 3, part 4, part5, part6, part7,

[jesssssssssica]

juno! j.b p1

word count: 1.02k

it started with a chair.

the fact that i’m staring at two lines on a stick covered in my pee is because of a chair.

shit.

what am i meant to do now?

“what am i going to do?” i ask my friend through the phone.

“maybe it's just a food baby, what'd you have for lunch yesterday?" she replies, the phone rested on her shoulder as she painted her nails a pastel pink.

"i wish it was a food baby but i've taken three tests and it's showing nothing but two lines" i said sighing.

"wait- how did you produce so much pee?"

"i just drank loads of apple juice - anyway that's beside the point, i'm pregnant"

holy shit.

that feels unbelievable to say, i am pregnant.

"y/n" the voice takes me out of my little daydream.

"yeah" i reply

"who's the father?"

those three words suck me down memory lane.

it was just meant to be two nerdy virgins getting it on and now look at the consequences, of course we couldn't blame society for not telling us to "wrap it before you tap it" because we were forced through the painfully awkward sex ed lessons. we could only blame ourselves for believing the 'pull out method' was a reliable method of contraception. what an idiot.

but i couldn't deny it wasn't one of the best things i had experienced in my life, and that the way he made me feel when i reached the edge was almost mind-blowing, in fact i kept questioning whether or not he was a virgin. he was just that good, it would've been amazing if he didn't have such fast swimmers.

"it's jude's"

jude bellingham or jude victor william bellingham if you're like that. he was one of those guys that you wouldn't notice in a crowd full of men but if you were one of the lucky ones that did then you would be so happy. he was one of those guys that can read you even if you are so careful about not showing any emotion, he will know. i used to joke and say how it was superpower and he would just smile at me with those pearly whites. the same pearly whites that were hidden by his perfectly plump lips, that pulled me in and started the domino effect that led up all the way to now.

my friends laugh reminds me i'm not alone.

"what made you and bellingham bone? i didn't know he was you type"

she wasn't wrong. on any normal day you wouldn't feel such emotions for jude but that day was different, in fact i wanted nothing more than to kiss him until we were left breathless and he made my knees week.

"i don't know just something that happened" i reply a red blush appearing on my face

"you love him!"

"i don't think that's the most important thing to come out of this conversation."

"sorry, but what was he like?"

"he was amazing"

it was true, he was the best thing i've ever experienced.

"what are you going to do?"

"i don't know but i need your help."

jude was a footballer, a good one at that, but his routine was one from hell. he would wake up early, the kind of early that even in the summer mornings, the sun still hasn't rose. that kind of early. when he told me about his mornings, i felt like crying. he puts on his stupid high shorts and puts on his bright orange sweatbands; one around his head and a sweatband on both his arms and legs.

if i remember correctly, he then heats up one of those quick and easy waffles and then begins his laps around the neighbourhood. and that's why i'm sat here, on that same chair that ruined my life.

"hey jude"

"oh hey y/n oh that's a nice rug that tiger looks proud"

" i know right, i took it from mrs martins doorstep" he nods awkwardly in response to my words. i continue to speak "your shorts are looking especially shiny today, what's up with that?"

"oh thanks. my mum used some colour bleach thing, i don't know what it's called." he shrugs after he speaks, one arm rested on the back of his neck.

"so.. do you want to know something?" lord, give me strength.

"i mean sure, i guess"

"i'm pregnant"

i observe his face as he takes in the news. i don't know how he feels, his face is not letting anything show, his eyes void of emotion and maybe even soul. the only things he's doing is fidgeting with his hands, sometimes cracking his knuckles.

just as he opens his mouth to reply, jude's fellow runners appeared, their junks peeking through the shorts, that seem to get shorter and shorter everyday. those shorts make me picture them naked, whether i like it or not. he turns back to me and says,

"i- i'm meant to be running now"

"i know"

the air is tense, it's choking me. we both don't know where to look or what to say. luckily, he breaks it soon after.

"so.. what do you think we should do?"

hmmm. he's not as douchey as some say he is.

"i think, i might just nip it in the bud before it.. you know turns into what some people say is a baby. do you know that pregnancies can cause infants to roam the earth?"

he chuckles and i realise i haven't heard a sound as sweet as that damn chuckle.

"hm. i've heard that too, apparently we were one of them when we were younger"

i smile. my first real smile in a while. it's a peaceful smile.

"so you're okay with everything?"

"course, it's you that's the one going through it, so you do you."

i don't whether or not to speak again but i do.

"i'm sorry for having sex with you."

"i'm not"

"i'll see you at school"

i ride off on the bicycle i had kept rested on the armchair, leaving jude to his own thoughts.

[eod-agent-13-12]

Imperfect Mirror, Broken Candle

Agent Bluenix and Agent 13-12, during intel gathering, managed to walk in the wrong time. Things get go wrong and quickly.

Content Warnings: Canon Typical Violence, Mind Manipulation, Time Loop Deaths, Self-Loathing, Possible Nightmare Fuel, Blood and Injury, Concussions

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"Well, Nix. I think that's it for now. We'll continue next week. I think I've hit my social battery quota." Agent 13-12, Florian, looked at their companion with awkwardness yet the fond gaze can't be denied.

"I've gathered the intel from several people. I think we can take a break." Agent Bluenix gave a thumb's up while they headed to the car, with Florian in the driver's seat.

"Well, guess we're going back to my place. Multiple universe traveling is quite... tiring." They started the car as they checked their watch. "Hopefully, we'll be in my place soon to gather the data."

"You said it was a lab?"

"I had it before I joined the agency. Which is why the owner name was Marife, instead of... you know. Florian. Hopefully, we're in my universe, not..." They took a deep breath. "Just me overthinking. Hopefully."

"I sure hope not."

The ride was soon over, leading to a relieved exhale from both.

"After me. Mostly because I would rather be the one unlocking the door instead of... you know. Breaking into my own house."

"You once broke into your own house?"

"I forgot my keys." They chuckled as they opened the door and turned on the lights. Pastel yellow walls greeted them, clothed in several trinkets and framed sketches.

The smell of homecooked meals and comfort assailed him, stirring up memories but he shook his head to focus on the task at hand.

"Nice place." Green eyes darted around the trinkets on the walls, taking in the framed sketches. "These look nice."

"Thank you! It took a while to fully furnish it the way we wanted it. But it was so worth it." They walked to one of the doors and opened it, leading down to a set of stairs.

"Wait. I have a bad feeling."

Florian nodded, rummaging through the inner pocket of their coat and revealed a device with a closed button. Pressing it, they soon moved on while they brought out their knife and the pin to stick it onto their hat.

The pair of agents made their way down the steps, careful to avoid making any sound. Florian's warm familiarity soon turned frosty as a sudden bang pushed them to the ground.

Clear liquid spilled on the ground, slowly mingling with the metallic smell that both agents have grown familiar with over deaths and missions.

"Florian!" He yelled, turning to them while they tried to recover from passing out from the blow. They tugged at his hoodie to stay back, their brown eyes slowly seemed to shine with their tears.

They clutched their head, counting the breaths as their vision was still hazy, the slick feeling of blood between their fingers slowly losing warmth as the sensation of not again practically yelled at them.

"10:33. Nix, what ever you do, don't-"

"It seems like your ability is legitimate." A detached voice echoed in the desolate laboratory, pulling Nix's attention to the new arrival. "I do wonder if it's because of that implant of yours or if you came across something. I suppose we'll just have to wait and see."

"Who are you and how did you-" Nix paused, staring at a woman in a lab coat. Her brown eyes seemed to hide silver as a golden sheen seemed to cover her brown hair. The woman's resemblance to his friend was uncanny. "Florian, I didn't know you had a-"

"You looked away. Well, I'm sorry to say but that's a mistake you'll regret immensely." The familiar stranger's face was solemn, distant as if looking at a diorama in a museum depicting the execution that would've sparked a revolution.

His ginger hair nearly covered his face after he ignored the pull on the bottom of his blue hoodie. The tug on his mask afterwards was urgent, practically flying off into the hands of the one he never wanted to see.

"Oh, Feenie, what's wrong? Finally staying quiet for once?" Something's wrong. Don't say anything.

Brown eye soon gave to red as the robotic right arm held onto his sky blue domino mask and a knife on her left hand. Ash grey hair in a ponytail seemed to frame her neck as she embodied the mockery and smugness she always carried when their paths crossed.

"Mechanique. Give. me. my. mask. back." He practically snapped at her, trying to grab it back with his TK but 'her' grip was tight, taking a step back to maintain distance. Her eyes looked panicked as the flames from his wings seemed to practically grow as each word was enunciated.

His eyes looked around, trying to find his friend but Florian was just gone. He's now alone with two Zoraxis operatives, one unknown and the other wants to kill him.

Florian's butterfly knife cut through the tension after a click of the gun echoed in the lab, causing the unknown operative to take a step back as the blade clanged onto the tile floor.

Bluenix looked around, trying to discern where Florian is. He wishes that the pin was working as intended, but the red shards where they fell before was not looking good. His domino mask was left forgotten on the floor as shards of broken glass and sounds of struggle seemed to echo around the laboratory.

The mask was lightly scuffed, but it wasn't ruined like she most likely would. It didn't make sense... Unless-

The voices of reproach in his head came back with hungry vengeance as he tried to hide his tears away from everyone. If anything, the least he can do is maintain the little composure he had left.

A cold sweat covered him as he frantically searched for everyone, cursing up a storm as it seemed like Zoraxis has the cloaking devices that can evade his sight, just like Florian's pins.

"Parehas tayong kumakapit sa patalim dito. Binabalaan kita. Kapag ako nagkaroon ng suliranin, sisiguraduhin ko na malalagot ka rin."

The operative's vitriol echoed in the lab, revealing their location as he saw her pointing the gun at his sister enemy.

"What are you doing?!" He held onto his butterfly knife, a few clicks from the handles as he readjusted it to prepare for a fight.

A pair of arms wrapped around him from behind before he managed to reach the operative, causing him to pause as everything clicked as he fell apart.

"Damien. It'll be ok. Papa and I are here. Just breathe." Nix? Nix, breathe. Just take a few breaths. I'm fine. We're fine. Backup will arrive soon. Shhh.

It was her words but it was not her. It was a lie. Not true.

Those days were over.

"Consider this a warning. I'm staying away from all the 'Zoraxis is involved in kidnapping agents' business. I want to live in peace as much as I can. I will find a way to make this permanent if any of your scientist asking ends up implicating me, got it? I have to go before Smitten gets here."

Try as he might to break free from their grasp, he just couldn't.

"Why would you let her go? She hurt you!"

He thrashed, trying to break free but the reassuring head pats from them only made him feel worse.

"She... what did she even do?"

His companion refused to say a word, trying to stop him from leaving. He turned around slightly, remembering the hit on the head and choosing to focus on that, not... everything else.

His blood ran cold as what was supposed to be red was brown.

His hand let go of the butterfly knife as he grabbed the nearest first aid kit to stop the bleeding from the cut.

"Florian!" An unfamiliar voice snapped him from his task as the man looked over them with a frantic yet methodical gaze. "The pin was... it wasn't supposed to break. Didn't..." He turned to Bluenix. "She came by, didn't she?"

"Who? What's going on?! Who are you? Why does Florian look like-" He choked, choosing to withhold that he was seeing someone else. That he could've hurt his friend if they said anything more. That he could've said something they didn't deserve to hear.

"That..." The man took a breath, revealing his agency ID to TK to him in order to attend to Florian, who was rapidly losing consciousness. "The name's Agent Smitten from 13-12's universe. And... Candlelight, the Zoraxis operative who looked exactly like Florian is Florian in another universe... where they ended up working for Zoraxis instead."

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@silverdragon889, you asked for angst and I hope it delivered! Poor Bluenix though.

@phoenix-and-found-family, @the-one-and-only-043, this is what Vadas (and Candlelight) is capable of. I can't wait to see what she will do with this.

@agentwraith, @blueorchid-95, @agent--shadow, don't worry. The most this did is take 13-12 out of commission for a few days. Candlelight is not interested in this attack. She's indifferent and would rather stay far from it in order to avoid getting hurt. (But she will make sure to drag you down with her if she gets in trouble.) [Yes. That's basically what she said to Florian.]

[punkeropercyjackson]

HM How do i put this.So people often think 'punk' and 'asshole' are synomyous and this causes problems when it comes to character interpretations(and irl too ofc but that's for a future post).Now i'm not saying you can't be punk and an asshole because that would be absolutely stupid and just incorrect but the latter does not make the former and you shouldn't force anyone to when they're not even if they're fictional since how you treat characters who're part of a group reflects how you think of the irl one

I'm gonna use the example that prompted this post:Spiderpunk aka Hobie Brown.Hobie is often characterized as mean-spirited and perverted because he's explicitly meant as the embodiment of black punks but the thing is,in the actual movie and og comics,Hobs is an incredibly sweet and gentle person and if you think i'm being ridicilous for saying that about the dude who kills fascists and runs his mouth all the time,consider that direct action is not an act of cruelty but kindness towards oppressed people by helping them have a safer world and that Hobie's only actually rude to authority figures and with everyone else he's just goofy.He's also pretty open with how much he loves his friends and always has their backs and i find it very odd how often he gets assumed to be an extremely sexual person when there were never even any under the radar adult jokes about or by him and the smoker headcanon for him is baseless too and pretty obviously only happens for sex appeal

And that's a general problem with both canonical and popularly headcanon punk characters-Most fandom members think punk is 1.Exclusively male and 2.Inherently made to make yourself attractive.There's nothing wrong with finding punk men super hot but there IS a lot wrong is assigning punkhood to them with that intention alone,especially often the characters are not only just EdgyTM but also straight up fascists(Hp and Marauders Flop Era 'kinnies',please touch grass)

This leads to defanging of punk female characters.Katara is a classic example and Zuko is a rich boy with weird biases he's very open about that didn't fade until adulthood while Katara is an eco-terrorist who reclaims girlhood for herself by being anti-traditionalist and feminine in her own way yet Zuko is always the punk of the Gaang in aus.Stephanie Brown and not a girl but Duke Thomas are a poor woman who grew up friendless and abused by her dad and had a drug addict mom so she became a vigilante at 14 to help people like her and is implied to be a metalhead and a black boy who grew up getting kicked out schools and in and out of foster homes and joined a gang of crime fighters respectively but Stephanie is called scene instead(cause pastel punks don't exist right /s)and Duke is turned a meek black boyloser stereotype so that Jason Todd can be the punk Batkid instead,which is certainly......a choice seeing as Under The Red Hood is basically about him doing freestyle death penalty and is not actively an activist even if he does enjoy helping people and does whenever he has the opportunity to by narrative.Very important sidenote is that Stephanie and Duke are often entierly erased from Batman fan content despite being Jason's Batgirl and Robin and i think you can guess why(that obviously the coolest Batkid has to be the fan favorite white boy /s x2)

And i feel the need to include this one due to my url and that is Percy Jackson.Percy is representation for audhd and dyslexic people who can never mask and got bullied and abused for it but remained kind against all world's cruelty and choose to help others since they wanted the world to be like that to them as a kid instead but they ALSO aren't a pussy about it so they openly stand up to corrupted people and refuse to be like them no matter how hard they try to get them to and they openly hate them for what they're like and they act like a parental figure to younger minorities.Their creator stated he never inteded Percy as being bisexual and has no interest in it but he also said he'd be happy and supportive of Percy being played by a poc one day and within the books Percy is extremely transfem-coded so obviously the fandom pops several blood vessels when literally any of this is aknowledged because they read the wrong books and wanted a white male power fantasy in ancient greek gays flavor

You can be super nice and punk because punk is a subculture,not an entire personality type.And i hate to break it to edgecases on here but being super mean to people without a justified reason because you think it's cool or finding irresistibly hot on others is one of the most normal things you can do

[travellingwiththedead]

Ok, watching iwtv s2e2 again and taking notes because everything happening too much:

(Spoilers under read more)

Louis and Armand arguing about who should have made contact first sounds a bit like Louis and his mum arguing about who should have kept in touch, but less angry.

Also Daniel absolutely not buying their domestic bliss charade is hilarious. "Keep selling it"

Ok, on Louis and his photography: How are all your pictures turning out so well? You're taking them at night, free hand, no flash light. I guess for less hurried ones he can, because he's a vampire, just stand very very still, but we see him and Claudia move the camera while taking pictures (or use a way too short exposure time), he's taking pictures on a moving bike. They should all be underexposed or blurry as hell xD

Louis getting nasty when Daniel's questions go places he doesn't like is so good. Three grumpy old men in a penthouse, trying to one up each other.

Love how Claudia is all indecisive about going into Madeleine's shop until someone tells her not to do it, then she immediately goes in. Lestat's daughter, absolutely. They both hear someone say "Lestat/Claudia, no!" and immediately go "Lestat/Claudia yes!" xD

Aaaand now Daniel's hand is shaking again. Guess it's time for another visit from Fareed (give me my mad scientist husbands)

Love Daniel gleefully correcting Rashid (and indirectly Armand) that you're not supposed to be using gloves with old books and documents. Have the writers stolen this from tumblr posts after s1? ;)

Armand, give poor Real Rashid ('it's just Rashid') a raise already xD

Armand, you dramatic shit, making the lights flicker like that when meeting Louis

The whole Theatre part is just so good. Ben Daniels gave his all and he's stealing the show. Standing ovations for this man. (and also wishing him so much strength after the loss of his husband, so sad for him)

The whole Annika scene was so intense, the actress is fantastic.

KP (the MVP of production crumbs) and his little knitted hat ^.^

The whole theatre troop looks so good. And the set is great.

Celeste's "Do American vampiresses all wear pastels?" is giving Morticia Addams xD

Daniel calling it all a telenovela, and making sure to have the fitting background music, is hilarious xD he's right and he should say it

Delainey is so pretty when she smiles. And also once again doing so well.

Roget, what do you know? Also I wanna know what else was in that box, apart from the letter (looks like some kind of deeds or other official documents? maybe money?).

And there Louis goes lashing out again. Vicious.

Hm, not sure where this whole scenes puts the Armand-is-Alice-theory (which I don't subscribe to). Because Louis clearly thinks Alice as an actual person and that he could find her in present day.

Personally I think Daniel remembering 70s Armand here has less to do with Alice and more with Louis now and Armand then using his memories as weapons against him.

I bet Daniel will make them pay for this in the future, he's not just gonna take that. I mean, he sees nothing wrong with slapping a vampire so collecting himself and then striking back even harder would definitely be something he'd do.

the preview for next episode is confusing me. 1576??? But yay for past-Lestat and Nicki ^^

[clavissionary-position]

Gilbert vs. Azel

(crack but also contains some main story and sequel route spoilers)

Azel: (standing saint-like and unbothered at the end of Gilbert’s pointed cane)

Azel: And now that you’ve learned that little factoid, feel free to donate this—(skewers a receipt onto the cane)—exact amount to me. You know my contact information, right?

Azel: God@TheTemple.com. I’m telling you that free of charge, of course. It’s common knowledge, but it’s okay to be embarrassed if you didn’t know.

Gilbert: Hehe. As it happens, all of your other contact information is also common knowledge. (Retracts his cane to glance at the receipt) To me, anyway.

Azel: I’m happy for you. That means there’s no need to send any more rando princes to my country. It must be gratifying for a mortal to be so creepy, I mean knowledgeable.

Gilbert: Oh no! I’m not the one mystically window-watching into every bedroom ever, am I, Mister God@TheTemple.com?

Azel: May I ask why you seem so envious about that? Your current god complex isn’t lacking by any means.

Gilbert: Well, as you know, you can never know too much. Hehe.

Azel: You’d be surprised. By the way I also charge interest on any pledged donations that aren’t paid off in a timely manner. You will find my rates are completely reasonable.

Gilbert: For a prince.

Azel: For a man with eclectic means.

Gilbert: Ah. (smile deepens) While I’m not Silvio, it’s not a bad idea to attack me through my investments. But unfortunately for you, I don’t pay any bills I can’t read.

Azel: Tsk, tsk. It’s not a good look to lie to an omniscient character.

Gilbert: (pouts) I’m not lying. I mean, this handwriting is pen vomit. It looks like a tiny animal tried to imitate what it thinks a human being writes like.

Azel: (maintains his generous smile even though his eye is twitching) I wrote the receipt out in front of you not even ten seconds ago. Had I known you suffered from such catastrophic lapses in memory, I’d have gone to Prince Chevalier first.

Gilbert: Ahaha! Maybe you should have. He’d have ended this conversation much earlier. With much more blood.

Azel: (grimace) I’m happy we can agree on that much, at least. So in the interest of parting ways as soon as possible… (points at the receipt)

Gilbert: How shameless. So you think you get to order an Obsidianite prince around? I almost admire your foolhardy levels of courage. But I think there’s something that needs to be made clear.

Gilbert: Tigers, you see, are at the top of the food chain. They answer to no man. No god.

Gilbert: Sometimes to bunnies, but that’s the exception, not the rule.

Azel: I don’t contest that. But unicorns, you see…

Azel: (appears to glow under the mid-day sun) …are not even on the food chain.

Azel: (eyes sparkling) They prance-fly in their own pastel dimension, unfettered by this world’s foolish ways and uncivilized biologies.

Gilbert: Hehe, that’s a creative way of saying you’ve noped out of reality.

Azel: (under his breath) Your face is a creative way of saying ‘punch me’.

Gilbert: Hm? What was that?

Azel: (saintly smile) Nothing, nothing. Just praying for you.

Azel: (scribbles an extra surcharge to the receipt) You’re learning so many new things today, Gil. I’m sure you’ll achieve a grown-up’s level of knowledge long before you reach a grown-up’s level of physical stature.

Gilbert: You know, you shouldn’t directly plagiarize insults from whatever is popular at the moment. If it’s too mainstream, it loses its bite.

Gilbert: (dramatic shrug) I really thought a living god would be much more inspired than that, but I guess I was wrong.

Azel: I have better things to do with my time than murder normies, stalk bunnies, and brainstorm funnies.

Gilbert: Are you sure about that? That second point, I mean. A little bunny told me about some very interesting dreams she’s been having as of late.

Azel: (serious expression) I’m glad you brought that up. Can you tell your pet to quit stalking me? I’m a very busy man and I have no interest in starting a harem.

Gilbert: (tilts his head with an evil smile) Tell her yourself.

Azel: …..?

That night in the rosy dream world…

Azel: Oh, goddammit, not this goddamn stupid dream again! (kicks one of the columns) Urgh, that hurts!

Emma: Um, A….zel? Oh hey, I remembered your name this time! Azel, are you here today?

Azel: Of course I’m here. If I’m here, you’re here. If you’re here, I’m here. If you have a cure, I’m all ears.

Emma: Aw, that’s a cute poem.

Azel: Shut-up.

Emma: Right, anyway, I’m sorry about this. (points a gun at him)

Azel: …

Azel: …….

Azel: (watches the crystalized rose on the table begin to rot)

Azel: (sighs)

Azel: Does he want a discount on the bill, is that what this is about?

Emma: (realizes what she’s pointing and scampers to put the gun away) Oh shi… I’m sorry!

Crystalized Rose: (goes back to being uwu)

Emma: I meant to hold out my hand in a truce!

Azel: Truce? I don’t remember being at war with you.

Emma: Apparently we are? Stuff gets twisted around in Gil’s head all the time. Although usually there’s at least a grain of truth to it. But basically I’ll stop stalking your dreams if you stop stalking mine. I don’t know how, but I figure this is a good start.

Emma: (looks up at the dreamy clouds) See, Gil? We’re talking it out. Stop strapping your gun to my thigh while I sleep, please? It tickles and it makes me want to pee!

Azel: This is our dream. He can’t hear you.

Emma: I know, but I heard that if you shout stuff in your dreams, it's more likely you'll remember it when you wake up.

Emma: AZEL IS DEFINITELY THE GUY WE'RE TRYING TO TAKE DOWN IN THE CURRENT STORY ARC!

Emma: I NEED TO STOP CASUALLY TELLING HIM NATIONAL SECRETS!

Azel: (covering his ears) You're the reason I wake up with seven hundred bags under my eyes.

Emma: So... truce?

Azel: Yeah, sure, truce, whatever. (goes to shake her hand)

Emma: (points gun at him again) I'm sorry, I can't let you actually physically touch my hand or Gil will literally kill you.

Azel: THIS IS A DREAM WORLD

Azel: I’m not even going to tell you that your love is cursed. Your entire man is cursed.

[toujokaname]

Mischief / Episode 3

Characters: Kohaku, HiMERU  

"He wants the world to be a place where those who work seriously are properly rewarded. Is there something wrong with thinking that way?"

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Season: Spring

Location: An Apartment Room

One week later, in a one-room apartment somewhere in Tokyo.

During the rehearsal for the online broadcast collaboration project "Kohaku & HiMERU's Daily Joyful Cohabitation Life," produced by the independent team "Pastel Color."

Kohaku: "It's Kohaku's~♪"

HiMERU: "And HiMERU's~♪"

Kohaku & HiMERU: "Daily joyful cohabitation life~♪"

Kohaku: ...What the heck is this?! This the "thing you wanted to try" that you were so dead serious about, HiMERU-han?!

HiMERU: Do you have any complaints?

That's right—HiMERU has long been yearning to take part in this kind of tepid... no, rather, heartwarming program.

Kohaku: Whaaaa...?

HiMERU: Instead of a grand, large-scale production under the strict management of a major TV network, he wanted to appear on a cozy, independently produced show.

Kohaku: Huhh... Well, it does feel like this whole thing's put together by some tiny studio I ain't never heard of.

They probably figured it was a long shot and had nothin' to lose, so they were over the moon when we actually took 'em up on their offer, given how popular we are now.

HiMERU: To the end, or rather, even now, it seems like they're still in doubt, wondering, "Are we being deceived? Is this a prank?"

Kohaku: We've really come up in the world, huh. We used to be the outcasts of the industry, and now people are practically grovelin' when we take on their jobs.

HiMERU: ES, being a profit-driven organization, tends to look down upon independent business owners and small to medium-sized enterprises that don't typically yield significant profits.

It seems that in this current, ES-dominated "overarching trend," those who may not excel at profit-making but are dedicated to creating quality work are finding it difficult to thrive.

HiMERU: —HiMERU wishes to save those people.

Kohaku: Y... Yeah...?

HiMERU: He wants the world to be a place where those who work seriously are properly rewarded. Is there something wrong with thinking that way?

Kohaku: No, it ain't wrong at all. If anythin', I actually think it's pretty admirable.

But HiMERU-han, were you always this type of kind and gentle character? It's kinda scary, like you've got some hidden agenda or somethin'.

(No, then again, HiMERU-han's always been good to me since day one.)

(Crap. Bein' in Double Face got me too used to seein' the ugly side of humanity. Made me way too paranoid...)

...Just to confirm, HiMERU-han.

HiMERU: Ask away.

Kohaku: You've really got no ulterior motives, right? You took this job outta pure goodwill, just to help out hardworkin' folks, no strings attached?

HiMERU: Yes. To reiterate once more, this is something HiMERU genuinely wished to pursue.

Rather than being controlled by massive corporations, following a predetermined path without question—

To be able to walk forward with one's own feet, collecting things worthy of love with each step...

That's the kind of life "HiMERU" has always longed for.

Kohaku: Hmm... Well, alright. I'll take your word for it.

Kohaku: (Despite how mature HiMERU-han seems, he's got this weirdly childlike side to him.)

(That contradiction, that feeling of unease, is part of what makes him so charmin'.)

(I guess it's just that his eccentricities happened to be exposed once more.)

Kohaku: Besides, I don't much like complainin' once somethin's already set in stone.

I've already taken on the job, so now I've got no choice but to give my all to what's right in front of me, don't I?

HiMERU: How commendable, Oukawa. You may look as cute as a doll, but you're brimming with an odd sense of manliness.

Kohaku: Must be thanks to my older sisters' twisted way of raisin' me...

The eldest of 'em tried to shape me into a proper man, fit to be the next head of the Oukawa family.

But the younger of 'em spoiled me rotten, dressin' me up in girls' clothes and all that.

As an innocent child, I soaked up all of that twisted upbringin' completely—and ended up basically split down the middle.

HiMERU: It's not a split, is it? Rather, your adorable, girlish side and your rowdy, boyish side coexist within you.

It's highly fascinating.

HiMERU: (And... sure enough, you really do remind me of that boy.)

(How did "I" really want to raise him? —My little brother?)

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[be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie]

I'm bored so let me take it out on you with some of my Avatar platonic soulmate thoughts. Think of this like a guessing game. I'm going to jot the pairings down with a bit of background information and I want you to try and guess why I chose each pairing I chose (I feel like everyone has a slightly different interpretation of what a platonic soulmate can mean, so it'll be interesting to see if you pick up on what mine is).

Platonic soulmates:

In this AU there is a big distinction between platonic soulmates and romantic (I know in some the lines can be blurred) and the roles they play, and your platonic soulmate creates color on you whenever they touch you. The color that appears tends to reflect their mood towards you in that moment and can vary greatly in appearance (some soulmates' colors show up looking like watercolor paint, some look like flower stains, etc. Humans tend to have some that the Na'vi do not such as ink and gel pen, for obvious reasons).

Neteyam and Tsireya. They find out when Tsireya touches his arm to adjust his form during the Sully's swimming lessons. Their first color (which is very cherished and the color that the thing that goes on their songchord to record the moment will be; people will spend weeks looking for something that matches that first color perfectly) is a pale orange, which signifies that Tsireya is curious of him and wishes to be friendly (this will play a part in how the tone of the song at this part of the songchord will sound).

Kiri and Spider. Don't get me wrong, I like them as a romantic pairing and it's so obvious that that's where Cameron is going to take them in the next couple of movies, but I'm putting them here. They find out the very first day they meet, and their first color is a dark brown signifying that Spider feels settled and understood.

Jake and Lo'ak. Jake had long since accepted the fact that he had no platonic soulmate (and up until Neytiri he also thought he had no romantic soulmate either). Imagine his surprise when he held baby Lo'ak for the first time and splashes of pastel yellow appeared like marker bleeding into paper. Yellow means unbridled joy, pure happiness and elation. Neytiri had Jake add the pale yellow river stone to Lo'ak's songchord himself.

Neytiri and Tsu'tey. They found out the first time Tsu'tey got to see Neytiri. She grabbed on to his finger and left behind a white fingerprints, signifying her curiosity and lack of opinion surrounding Tsu'tey at that time. Tsu'tey scoured the entire forest for something that was, in his words, "the absolutely perfect shade" to put on Neytiri's songchord to mark the experience. Black was their last color, signifying Neytiri's despair at losing her platonic soulmate. Black is seen as the worst color to ever form between platonic soulmates. Unlike with other colors, black never comes off.

Ao'nung and Rotxo. Nobody can even remember when they found out. All Tonowari knows is that one day Ao'nung came scampering into their marui with Rotxo in hand (they were around two) and Rotxo had deep red handprints all over the hand that Ao'nung was holding on to. Ao'nung then began yelling at Tonowari about some horrible grievance Rotxo had committed. Amusingly enough, Rotxo just kept on grinning and despite the fact that Ao'nung's markings on Rotxo were red, Rotxo's markings on Ao'nung were pink; meaning he was amused, endeared, and thought of Ao'nung in that moment as his best friend. I say nobody can remember when the two found out because soulmates creating separate colors on one another only happens after the initial color is made by way of first contact, meaning they missed whenever the boys actually made their first color.

Feel free to add your own two-cents in as well!

Ohhhh babes I am so obsessed with this. I am in the middle of the long soulmate au post (none of you fuckers asked for any specific ones from the list so we're just doing a lot of little ones) so we will get into a lot more here but I loooove platonic soulmate aus. I've only read one fic with this particular platonic color/touch concept and it was a little different so my apologies if that bleeds through. I'd love to know what in your opinion the difference is in romantic soulmate marks tho, in the fic I read the marks were the same the soulmates just seemed to know.

-I love the idea of Neteyam and Tsireya, they seem so similar to me.

-I love that we've all decided we love spiri no matter what way it's portrayed, but regardless they are soulmates. I'd raise you that Kiri would feel that way lol.

-I lOVE baby Lo'ak and Jake. I like the idea that parents and children soulmates are treasured, and are fairly obvious because of where the first marks would be (if they stay I think they don't in your version). They'd be on the palm of the parents hand, and on the back of the child's neck, where they were held for the first time. Lol every time they have a fight the whole family is eyebrows raised like go have a little hug with your soulmate you guys are just too similar.

-FUCK OFF with Tsu'tey and Neytiri. If it's the same marks for platonic and romantic soulmates, but the soulmates themselves can tell pretty easily? Tsu'tey and Neytiri can tell they are not romantic, easily. The entire clan probably can, because Tsu'tey and Sylwanin were (they were too gross for it not to be obvious). But they're letting Neytiri and Tsu'tey pretend. Tsu'tey could tell RIGHT AWAY that Jake and Neytiri were romantic soulmates, and he'd be PISSED lol. "Neytiri you're gonna give the game away, dude."

-HILARIOUS OF AO'NUNG TO BE FURIOUS AT ROTXO WHILE ROTXO IS JUST LOVING HIM AND HAPPY. I'M CACKLING. This lives with my idea that Rotxo just showed up with Ao'nung one day and Tonowari and Ronal are constantly confused as to where he came from.

-I raise you Tuk and Spider. I know I know, crazy. But I stand by this. She reached up to hold his hand and it was a bright blue, because Spider was full of genuine wonder at this child who was delighted and unafraid to meet him.

-Also Norm and Jake, that is his BESTIE and I'm VERY intrigued by this concept of different soulmarks from humans and from Na'vi.

[moistvonlipwig]

PRIDE FLAG RATINGS

This post is for FUN AND WHIMSY ONLY and my ratings are based on how much I like each flag as a flag, not on how I feel about the community it represents or the flag's creator(s). Under the cut!

GILBERT BAKER'S ORIGINAL PRIDE FLAG: Gorgeous. Stunning. Beautiful. 10/10.

STANDARD RAINBOW PRIDE FLAG: It's missing a little something-something, but it's still pretty dang good. 8/10.

PROGRESS PRIDE FLAG (WITH INTERSEX FLAG): An affront to good taste everywhere. The worst pride flag ever made. 0/10.

PROGRESS PRIDE FLAG (W/O INTERSEX FLAG): Significantly less terrible, and yet still terrible. Please, Progress Pride Flag designers, take a single design class, I'm begging you. Also, the name rubs me the wrong way. It seems to imply that the original rainbow flag is somehow not progressive. Do not like. 1/10.

PINK MONSTROSITY LESBIAN FLAG: Ugly as hell. Way too pink. Also, not a fan of how it's Pink Because Women. 3/10.

LABRYS LESBIAN FLAG: It's purple and it's got an axe on it. What more can I say? 7/10.

EMILY GWEN'S LESBIAN FLAG: Huge improvement over the Pink Monstrosity. The sunrise/sunset vibe is nice and the colors go well together. Still not a fan of the Pink Because Women implications, though. 6/10.

GAY MALE FLAG: Ugly as hell. The turquoise doesn't work at all. And, you guessed it, not a fan of how it's Blue Because Men. Also, totally pointless? Just use the rainbow flag! 3/10.

BEAR FLAG: Sure. Why not. It's got a big ole paw on it and the colors look decently nice together, even if the color choice is a little more "REI" than "pride flag". 6/10.

BISEXUAL FLAG: The gradient is a cool concept and gives it a nice sunset feel. But the shade of purple used here is hideously ugly. It completely disrupts the gradient and flow of the flag. 4/10.

PANSEXUAL FLAG: Not bad. My complaint about the gendered use of pink and blue stands. But the colors are all nice shades. Good colors for a parrot at any rate. 6/10.

TRANSGENDER FLAG: The pink and blue problem is really egregious with this one. And I don't love the use of pastels, it feels twee. But it's not actively ugly. 4/10.

NONBINARY FLAG: Absofuckinglutely not. Go sit in the corner and think about what you've done. 2/10.

GENDERQUEER FLAG: It's ugly and the colors don't go well together at all, but I suppose it could be worse (see: the nonbinary flag). 3/10.

INTERSEX FLAG: Kind of a bizarre color combo, but it's a nice departure from all the stripes. 6/10.

ASEXUAL FLAG: Handsome, sleek, and simple. Sometimes less is more. 8/10.

OLD AROMANTIC FLAG: So ugly it's awesome. I unironically love this flag. 7/10.

NEW AROMANTIC FLAG: Not particularly good, but not interesting enough to be bad. The beige of pride flags. 5/10.

AROACE FLAG: Genuinely beautiful. A sunrise over the ocean. 10/10.

[thenerdywitchofthenorth]

Guess what my dumbass deleted?!

Maybe it was for the best because my speech-to-text was acting up and I sound like I was having a stroke.

So here's the first draft that like I said before, I love @furiousjellifish concept for this AU and I do think that would be wearing in their day-to-day wear. While I think that 6 what they present in when they want to Dazzle it up or have to show up for ceremonies or festivals or other Godly duties.

So I ended up changing a lot because I was not happy with the color placement. And a lot of little things, for example, the arm coverings I was not happy with that. I was bouncing off ideas and I changed my mind a lot. That's why the middle part is green. And while I did end up changing a few things I did keep the design of the crown although I ended up changing the color later.

I noticed that I gave Leo the same expression I gave Lou jitsu when I sketched up the first draft of the god of fame. Because Leo mirroring his dad's personality is a constant throughout the Multiverse.

Fun fact, the reason why his face looks so weird is because when I was coloring it I grabbed the wrong marker, and didn't realize it until it was too late tried to fix it made it worse. Which is sad because I really did like how it was turning out.

Now the crown, at first I did a silver color but I changed my mind and went with gold. I think it matched it better. The stone is sapphire but if you have other suggestions I'm happy to hear them. Now the flowers are white cherry blossoms, I chose the white cherry blossoms because they're very simple flowers, which shows how young, and that he's in the beginning of the journey, there are also a few rose blooms hidden there, to foreshadow becoming the god of Romance. But the main flower are blue clematis, in the west, they represent cleverness, loyalty, and courage that are often found on roads, and grow in bundles so perfect for Leo.

Now on to his outfit, I changed the middle part completely. And I put both the Hamato Clan symbol and the Mad Dog instead of it being on the actual outfit. It's a very simple and very youthful outfit, I was going to go out ,but decided to save that for later.

We agreed that Leo was born at dawn, so that's what I was going for with the sleeves. And also are the colors of his brothers but in a more pastel tone. Besides wanting to tie it to the dawn theme I was going with, the reason why I chose to give Leo such a light blue for his outfit and add the colors of his family, is because Leo hasn't become the god of romance or has been recognized as the god of strategy/ medicine yet. He's still very unsure of his position in the family, he still is very dependent and ties his identity to them. And I wanted that to reflect on his clothing,

So when you look at this outfit, the first thing your eyes are drawn to are the purple red, and orange details.

Then we have his pouch because of course, even when he's in his full get up, he needs to have something that ties him to medicine, and why not the thing that made the whole fandom tie him to that particular head Cannon?

Maybe I'll give him a third outfit like I did with Donnie. After all the god medicine, needs to be able to move around too, but if I do I'll sketch it out when I'm trying to figure out his God of romance outfit, and if you guys have ideas I would love to hear them.

Now we have the Sokka rip-off, I mean the mortal disguise. I originally wanted to give him a cape future Leo Style but decided against it, I also thought about giving him a sun hat, like I did in the Leo Usagi first meeting comic, but I was too lazy to draw it. The colors are more faded due to the fact that he's in disguise. His satchel is brown instead of blue and that also I did have this micro idea of him not wearing his mask when he's down there with Usagi , unlike his brothers, or he stops wearing it the more times that he goes down there. I'm pretty sure there's some symbolism there but I'm too lazy to think of it right now.

In the original post I mentioned, that I stopped drawing when I was in my early teens between 14 and 15, but I started drawing at the end of last year (funny enough it was also because of an elaborate Au I'm working on it) but life got in the and I ended up not drawing for a few months. But working on this Au with you guys, that are so creative and so fun to talk to, I got my mojo back so thank you a lot for that.

@fatalflawsy

@furiousjellifish

@annonniiiiieeeee

[hekkoto]

Should I make more works like this? Simple, kinda like emoticon but also animated~? You can leave your ideas in comments :3 Hello my darklings, Im alive :D hope you missed me (✧ω✧) this cold kept me dead for a bit longer but Im almost 100% fine now :> still coughing a lot but I dont have fever and I again have energy. I kinda messed my sleeping schedule so I need to work to get it back on track. But overall Im doing good and hopefully I will be back for real ^^ oh btw, I gonna pack and send Patreon prints in next days, damn, I still need to draw one for this month, it sucks so much that I was feeling super depressive and then caught cold :/ like my life is joke I missed drawing and creating so much that I drew this knife and made gif from it aaaaand then I made few color versions from it ;p overall I have 18 files to upload >XD I just found my old pastel knife emoticons and decided recreate it as bigger gif in same vibes. Tho I have them in regular colors, not pastel ones. Of course I can always make more >XD Im super motivated to create again, I cant say how much I missed drawing and recording ;-; I was kinda dying from boredom in last days lolz I have a lot ideas what I wanna draw ^^ so stay tuned~ oh and my bday are in 3 days :D 20th June I will be 27 yo >XD I totally dont feel like Im getting any older to be honest ;p I guess my mental issues and such might limit my point of view at world and passing time. Oh and I have great news! I will be getting some psychiatric examinations so hopefully I will find out what exactly is wrong with me >XD few daysa ago my husband told me that he thinks if Im actually able to love which made me think that it can be some issue cause for example I dont miss people. No matter how long I didnt saw them or talked to them I just... welp, kinda dont care as I dont feel anything wanna support my evil dark empire? Im accepting souls on Patreon and Ko-fi! -> Hekkoto Huge thanks to all of my Patrons and people who donate <3

[konnorhasapen]

NO OMG I REALLY TAGGED THE WRONG PERSON YESTERDAY SAYING I WAS GONNA POST THE WIP FOR THAT VAMPIRE BIGFOOT THING TODAY FML-

@romeo-the-homeo IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE YOU SHAJFBJBF AND SINCE YOU SEEMED INTERESTED @friendlyfaded YEAH SURE ANYWAY HERE IT IS I GUESS💀

   "As happy I am that you're makin' friends, I have a couple questions." Alphonse began, sparing only a glance to his passenger as he spoke. "First of all, why did they have to be all the way in California? Second, why did you pack so much shit? I mean, seriously, your crap's taken up the entire backseat and thrown up into the trunk! What do you need all of that for? And third—" He griped with a lighthearted chuckle, being cut off by his partner.

   "I told you it's for our hunt!" Seth exclaimed, fiddling and futzing with the camera settings while it was already recording. "We need all the gear we can get our hands on to nab this thing! Or at least get decent, actual footage." He added smartly. Seth smiled when he finally got the perfect look he was going for he set it on his thigh while he twisted to grab the tripod he packed, the camera lens facing toward him.

   "Nice crotch-shot." Alphonse snorted, receiving a playful "shut up, Al" and a smack in the arm as the brunette twisted back into his seat, tripod in hand.  "Aye, don't hit the driver! That's so unsafe!" He laughed, the sound infectious.

   "Didn't you have another question?" Seth asked as he attached the camera and began positioning in front between them as to get both himself and Al in the frame.

   "Yeah, I did. Two of 'em! Before you so rudely interrupted me." Seth rolled his eyes at the others' snarky response and replied:

   "Why don't you ask it then?"

   "Fine, fine!" He laughed again and cleared his throat. "Third, who even are these people? And last, but most definitely not least, why in the hell am I bein' dragged along with you?" Alphonse asked, earning a chuckle in return.

   "These people are friends I met online!" Seth paused for a minute, thinking. "Well.., one of them is. They said they have a friend whose also a huge cryptid fanatic and that they'll tag along with us."

   "You only know one of them?"

   "Yep."

   "And they invited you to this Dahlia place."

   "Mhm." Alphonse blinked at Seth's answers, taking a few moment of silence before inhaling deep.

   "Am I the only one here who thinks there's a ninety-seven percent chance this person is most definitely a psycho killer? I'm driving you to your murder crime scene. That is what I'm doing right now." Al rambled, making emphasizing gestures with his hands as best he could with his palms still on the wheel while he drove.

   "C'mon, I've looked up pictures of Dahlia. I doubt there's a psycho killer anywhere near that place." Seth rolled his eyes again before the camera was finally in position, smiling to himself as he flipped the monitor around to see Alphonse and himself both in the shot. "There we go." He declared.   "And I dragged you with me because none of this would've fit on my bike." Before the pastel punk could answer, Seth cleared his throat and drew in a steadying breath.

   "What—are you preparin' to give a speech to the president?" Al teased him again, interrupting him anyways.

   "Oh my g— Alphonse shut the hell up and let me do this!" The two laughed together for a minute, then once it died down the self-proclaimed cryptid hunter repeated his preparation to officially start this video.

   "This weekend on another episode of Hunting Ghosts and Other Assorted Paranormal Entities, Alphonse and I are taking a huntin' trip. We've done some digging and came across the general area where the most sightings have been reported and narrowed it down to a single city in California called 'Dahlia'. So that's where Al and I, are headed to next." He closed it off dramatically, leaving a few seconds of quiet before letting it drop.

   "You're still goin' with that name? Seriously?" Asked Alphonse as he made a futile attempt to hold back his snickering.

   "What is your problem with the name? I think it's great." Seth rebutted.

   "That's way too much of a mouthful, man!"

   "Oh yeah? Then come up with a better one, right now." Minutes of utter silence passed by as Seth burned holes into the side of Al's head with his chocolate brown eyes open wide in a stare.

   "...I can't—"

   "Exactly."

There you go, that's all I have at the moment lmao