#hee hee :] hope this suffices!

[ravenstakeflight]

TWO SNIPS

“I will find her, Saia.” He swears to her, his love’s smile breaking onto her face like sunshine after a long year of nothing but rain. “And I will make her pay for everything she has done.” “Wake up, darling.” Saia repeats one more time, soft and yet still desperate. “I love you.” They lean in near simultaneously, lips meeting in one last ghost of a kiss. Helios’ response is lost in the nonexistent space between them.

AND

Something strikes at Thomas, the remembrance of a power he would have forgotten otherwise. Looking at them, his family, his pack surrounding him, he remembers something he hasn’t thought much about in ages.

Both from my longfic Wishes, Wishes, Truth, currently being posted on ao3! It's a Teen Wolf/Maze Runner crossover and I'm very proud of it!!

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[ganjas-shit]

Oh, You’re Breaking My Heart

Warnings: sexual thoughts, angst, mentions of ptsd, Neil Hargrove, mentions of loneliness and isolation.

Pairings: main pairing Billy x reader, some slight Steve x reader

Summary: Your longing for an exciting romance finally comes true when Billy Hargrove becomes your next-door neighbor. But is love everything you thought it would be?

Authors note: hi everyone! I’m most likely going to be turning this into a series (don’t know how long yet) but I’m so very excited because this has been sitting in my drafts for about a year already and I’ve finally decided to just finish it. There will be eventual smut for this soooooooooooo yea tee hee anyways hope you guys like it! Btw the timeline I’m using is not the same as the one in the show.

Chapter 1: Sea of Stars, Chapter 2: You’re gonna to be okay.

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Love was something you deeply craved, something you longed for. As ridiculous as it sounds, you thought about it almost every day.

Having that one partner in crime; someone you can be reckless, wild, and free with. Someone who makes you forget about reality; someone who would do anything for you. Someone who knows the deepest, darkest parts of you.

For a while it became something you obsessed over.

Intimate, passionate, crazy love—blamed for the constant loneliness you felt. Your obsession with fictional romance failed to alleviate it. No amount of reading or watching could fill the cavity in your heart, that horrible feeling of emptiness in your chest.

Then Billy Hargrove became your next-door neighbor.

It all happened so fast.

Your belly erupted with a swarm of butterflies the moment his ocean-blue eyes met yours, as if the world paused just for that brief moment.

His dirty blonde curls and tan skin ignited something deep inside you. Soon enough, the emptiness in your chest was replaced by the fierce pounding of your heart.

Pretty boys came with a lot of attention, though, meaning Billy Hargrove came with a lot of attention.

Every girl threw themselves at him the moment he set foot in Hawkins High. And who could blame them? With a face like his, he was downright gorgeous. If you had the courage, you'd throw yourself at him too.

But for now, simply admiring him from a distance would suffice.

You took pride in that though. Who else can say they had a perfect view of Billy Hargrove almost every night through their window?

You spent countless nights watching him smoke cigarettes outside on the hood of his Camaro, admiring the way the moonlight hit his face as he was in deep thought about God knows what.

It was pretty hard not to look at Billy other than those nights through your window though...

In Mrs. Clarke's biology class, you'd often catch yourself staring at him. He'd sense your gaze and once smirked back at you, letting you know he felt your eyes on him.

And God, he would never forget the look on your face—wide-eyed and embarrassed as hell.

He thought it was the funniest thing in the world and he found it quite entertaining.

He found you quite entertaining.

Billy was so accustomed to girls throwing themselves at him; it was something he had gotten used to since he hit puberty. And although he enjoyed all the flirtatious looks and comments girls threw at him, he eventually grew bored of it.

However, you and Billy shared a common craving. Whether it was for love, excitement, intimacy, or entertainment, both of you yearned for something more.

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“Shit guys, we totally forgot to hang up banners in the gym for tomorrow's basketball game!” You screamed like a madwoman startling the entire student council.

With just two minutes left until dismissal, exhaustion hung heavy in the air. The entire week had been a relentless blur of preparation for the school's first basketball game of the season and its accompanying activities. By this point, everyone, including you, was over it.

As the bell rang, everyone dashed out of the classroom as if their lives depended on it. They gave you apologetic looks, patted your shoulder, and mumbled every excuse imaginable to avoid putting up those banners in the school gym.

“So fuck me huh?!” you yelled after them, throwing both your arms up in frustration before dropping them in defeat.

As head of the student council, you couldn't afford to procrastinate. The principal had emphasized that those banners had to be up and ready for tomorrow's game, or there would be consequences. That prick didn't intimidate you in the slightest, but, you had a reputation to maintain, and everything had to be flawless.

You huffed and grumbled as you entered the gym, your arms hugging a variety of large banners needing to be hung up. Your frustration completely blinded you to the sight of the gym full of shirtless basketball players.

Suddenly, a basketball collided with your shoulder at full speed, knocking the banners out of your arms.

The gym erupted in laughter.

“This isn't the student council club you do know that right kooks?” Tommy H. yelled from the court, laughing, trying so hard to impress his dickhead teammates.

Kooks.

They had given you that nickname after the scene you caused at Tina's Halloween party last year. It's the reason you no longer associate yourself with that crowd.

You remember it like it was yesterday.

You arrived at Tina's party with Tommy and Carol by your side, just one week after your harrowing experience of getting stuck in the Upside Down. It probably wasn't the wisest decision to be out, and you knew it. You had been home, cutting class, and ignoring their calls, and they had noticed a change in you. You were easily irritable and on edge. Carol even made a snide comment about how you'd probably been hanging out with Munson, snorting too much Special K.

According to them, you were a real drag to be around. So, they dragged you out of the house, urging you to let loose and forget about whatever it was you were dealing with. And so you did. You drank until you couldn't feel anymore, indulging in anything and everything that was being passed around.

Carol was never truly your friend; she was someone you grew up with and were kind of forced to know. She never really cared for you, so it was no surprise when you overheard her snickering with a few girls from the cheer squad.

They all eyed you up and down as you drunkenly swayed to the music.

“Wonder what hell she's been living; she's out of fucking control,” Carol remarked, smacking her gum as she laughed with the girls next to her, rolling her eyes at you.

Your ears perked up at her words, and they echoed in your head on a relentless loop, amplified by the effects of alcohol and marijuana.

Hell. Hell. Hell.

Images from that fateful night flooded your mind—the frantic sprint through the woods, the desperate attempt to escape the unknown terror pursuing you. You ran until your lungs burned and your legs gave out, only to find yourself in a place that resembled home but felt like a nightmare. It was as though you had fallen into a pit and landed in a realm you could only describe as hell. Darkness enveloped everything, the air thick with swirling black particles, and a monstrous creature hunted you down as if you were its final prey.

Tears welled up at the memory, and you couldn't hold back any longer. You had been bottling up your emotions, feeling isolated because what you had experienced sounded utterly unbelievable.

You charged at Carol and shoved her into the wall, causing picture frames of Tina's seemingly perfect family to crash to the floor.

Like the breaking picture frames, the smiles masking their true essence shattered that night, much like your own exterior, revealing the turmoil within.

You started to laugh manically, tears spilling out of your eyes.

“Oh, Carol, you haven't seen hell,” you chuckled, leaning in to whisper in her ear. “It's right beneath this town, and it's anything but pretty. It's downright awful.”

Carol was frightened tears threatening to spill from her eyes, she felt powerless in this position.

“Hey! What the hell is your problem, Y/L/N? Get off of her!”Tommy yelled, rushing towards you and Carol, pulling you away from her.

You pushed him back. “Don't you dare put your fucking hands on me!” you yelled, your words laced with venom. He backed away, refocusing his attention on Carol, attempting to comfort her throbbing head.

The images flashed in your head: your screams, the Demogorgon, the overwhelming sense of isolation. You turned to face the party, and all eyes were on you as the music came to a sudden stop.

“How can you all just sit here and party,”you sobbed, your voice growing louder, more terrifying with each word. Nobody dared to approach you or even attempt to calm you down. It was clear you were experiencing a psychotic break.

You hadn't spoken to Steve in months, ever since he started distancing himself from you, Tommy, and Carol. But you couldn't forget the moment when he threw you over his shoulder, with Nancy by his side, and dragged you out of that party.

That night, you cried until you fell asleep, finding comfort in the presence of Nancy Wheeler and your old friend Steve Harrington. When you woke up the next day, you found yourself in Nancy's bed, bombarded with all sorts of questions. You ended up sharing the horrifying experiences you had down there, and for the first time in a long while, you didn't feel alone. Now, you were stuck with a new nickname and a family bonded by the traumas of the Upside Down.

You laughed at the memory but the anger you felt in the moment snapped you back to reality.

The basketball rolled to the side, catching your attention. With all eyes on you, including Billy's intrigued gaze, you felt an itch for release. Without a second thought, you picked up the ball and with one swift motion, threw it at full speed. It struck the side of Tommy's head, catching him completely by surprise as he was too preoccupied trying to make his teammates laugh.

“You do realize there's a basketball game tomorrow, right?” You questioned voice dripping with sarcasm. “Maybe you should practice your passes a little more, you fucking prick!” you shot back, mimicking his tone with a hint of venom.

The laughter in the gym was quickly replaced by a chorus of “oooh's,” and Tommy was visibly seething with anger, clutching the side of his head where the basketball had struck him.

“You're so lucky you're a girl, freak!” Tommy yelled, pointing his finger at you in frustration.

You smiled and flipped him the bird.

Your reaction sparked something in Billy's gut, a mix of amusement and something else. He couldn't help but burst into laughter, though you might not have noticed being too preoccupied with picking the banners up.

Before he even realized it, Billy found himself inexplicably drawn towards you, as if some invisible force was guiding his steps.

Like his legs had minds of their own.

“That was quite a throw,” a deep, angelic voice sounded from behind you. Shit, you had totally forgotten he was here.

“Those throws are especially reserved for dickheads,” you retorted without turning around, your face turning as red as a tomato.

Billy's chuckle caught you off guard, something you never thought you'd hear up close. As you started to walk off to finish what you came here for, you heard him clear his throat, stopping you in your tracks.

“Aren't you forgetting something?” he questioned, giving you no choice but to turn around and see what he was referring to.

And god all mighty

There he was, shirtless. His tan skin glistened with sweat, revealing defined abs and muscular arms. Geez, you could've passed out right then and there.

He wore a proud smirk, revealing a perfect set of teeth as he held out the tape you needed for the banners. You almost drooled at the sight of him, feeling your core heat up and your cheeks flush.

“Oh, uh—thanks” you nervously said, quickly grabbing the tape from his hand. Surprisingly, you still maintained eye contact. God, he loved the effect he had on you.

“You need any help with those?” he chuckled once again. That's twice now; one more and you might just jump on him.

“Don’t you have to get ready for tomorrow’s game?” You asked timidly.

Jesus, why did you care?

“They can’t overwork their star player sweetheart.” He winked, once again flashing his pearly whites

You died and went to heaven at this point.

Sweetheart? That wink?

Your mouth hung open and he left you speechless, like a crazed fan girl. You started to wonder how he’d look at you if you were on your knees taking all of him.

How he’d talk to you..

“Look at you taking all of me sweetheart.”

God you really needed to get your shit together.

“Come on sweetheart don’t leave me hanging,” he said as he waved his hand in your face, trying to bring you back to reality.

He really needed to stop calling you that.

“Um, yeah, I guess I could use a little help,” you said, swallowing harshly. Your gaze shifted from the banners in your hands to his lips.

You really hated how flustered you got around him but a small part of you loved these new feelings.

“Great.” he responded with a cheeky grin.

You found yourself not being much help; he took charge and handled the banner hanging almost entirely by himself. He insisted on doing it, claiming it was the gentlemanly thing to do.

Tommy looked over at the two of you, confused. Billy Hargrove being a gentleman, to the psycho? Hell must've frozen over, he thought.

With Billy taking on the work, you had no choice but to stand there, looking all pretty, as you ripped pieces of tape with your mouth and passed them to him. You guided him on how to position the banners into place.

You couldn't help but notice the way his back muscles flexed when he reached up to position the banner, sending a flutter through your stomach.

You’d never been this close to him.

It also didn’t help that he brushed his fingers against yours every time he went to grab a piece of tape from you. And with him on the stool, towering above you, looking down at you, there was plenty of room for imagination for you both.

You were convinced he was trying to fucking kill you. Was he aware of the effect he had on you?

Every touch from him sent every single nerve in your body into a frenzy.

And those were just your fingers; you could only imagine what would happen if his fingers touched the spot you longed for him the most.

In the past few weeks, Billy had noticed that he was always running into you one way or another. So, he decided he might as well make it fun.

You were different from the girls he usually pursued, and he liked that. It made things all the more exciting. Billy had learned a few things about you: you were timid but had a backbone, responsible (an assumption he made because you were the student council president), and not too worried about your appearance, which didn't really matter because you were already breathtakingly beautiful.

“LADIES, HUDDLE UP! HARGROVE, GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE!” Coach Williams's voice rang out, snapping both you and Billy out of your thoughts.

Billy climbed off the step stool and leaned in towards your ear, catching you completely by surprise. He whispered, "Glad I can be of help, sweetheart. If you need help with anything else, I'm only one house away." With a smirk, he pulled back and left to return to his team captain duties.

The hot of this breath made your body shiver.

The look on your face was embarrassing, with your cheeks hot and your mouth slightly hanging open. Billy would never forget it; in fact, the mere sight of your mouth hanging open made him twitch in his pants as his imagination ran wild once again.

Your thoughts wouldn't allow you peace of mind as you finished tidying up the banners into place. Lost in thought, you hadn't even noticed that everyone had already left the gym, leaving you alone in the empty space.

The sound of the door gym doors opening startled you, snapping you back to reality.

You smiled at the sight of the tall brunette.

“Ah if it isn’t King Steve” you say teasingly, “or should I say EX King Steve who has been dethroned by the new California hottie.” You tease poking at his face

“Ha. Ha. Ha.” Steve replied dryly swatting your fingers away, taking fake offense to your comment.

Steve could care less about his so called “throne” he had new priorities, which consisted of ooking after you and his newfound family of children.

“Very funny y/n,” he said sarcastically.

Steve couldn't help but wonder if you and Billy had been hanging out. He had noticed how fond you had grown of him ever since he stepped into town. Lately, he had observed a change in your demeanor, how excited you were to get home, and how your face lit up at the sound of Billy's name. Steve could practically feel the butterflies radiating off of you.

“Hanging around is pushing it, Steve. We're just neighbors,” you reply, with a slight blush on your face that doesn’t go unnoticed by Steve.

“Yeah, I don't blush when someone mentions Agatha, my next-door neighbor,” he scoffs, shivering at the thought of his creepy stalker neighbor.

You roll your eyes at him, though it's quickly replaced with a smirk. “Well, Billy isn't a creepy stalker,”you say, though you wouldn't mind if he was. “Plus, he's kinda hot,”you finish, nudging his shoulder as you two make your way out of the gym.

“Yeah, gross,” Steve dramatically gags, though he also cringes at the slight twinge of jealousy he keeps feeling in his stomach.

You and Steve never hooked up. However, you two did develop some weird feelings for each other, but it was probably because you were so close to dying together.

You frown at the memory you thought was going to be the last.

Vines from the Upside Down began to wrap around your neck and body. Steve was right next to you, suffering the same fate. He looked at you, his heart breaking at the fear in your eyes. Trying to bring you some comfort, he gathered as much strength as he could and reached his hand out for yours, interlocking them together.

Thankfully, Eddie and Dustin saved you and everyone who thought it would be a bright idea to fight off Vecna. Ever since that day, though, Steve has been attached to your hip, making sure you get home safely after school and always ensuring you aren't alone.

Sometimes he'd find himself gazing at your lips or absentmindedly brushing away strands of hair that danced across your face on a windy day.

Steve didn’t know where you two stood. Neither of you had made a move, and he was too afraid to make one and face rejection.

You weren't sure how you felt about Steve, but you knew how you felt about Billy, and that feeling was becoming increasingly difficult to brush off.

“Coach still benching you for tomorrow's game?” you ask, changing the subject immediately. You regret it the moment you see the disappointment on Steve's face.

Basketball was his first love and ever since Billy got to town he’s slowly been losing the love he once held for the game.

He ran a hand through his messy head of hair and sighed.

“Yeah, thanks to your boy toy over there,” Steve says, glaring at the blonde who was a car away from Steve's. You wrap your arms around him as you two reach his burgundy BMW.

“You're a great player, Steve,” you state matter of factly, squeezing him a little tighter. “I think everything that's been going on—the Upside Down, us fighting interdimensional monsters, and almost dying—has taken a toll on you.” You reassure him and then let go to look into his eyes.

“It's normal to have a little setback; it's understandable. Plus, you've saved the world multiple times!” you said, slapping his chest lightly. “That beats being a starter on the stupid Hawkins High basketball team any day.”You finished, smiling at him.

Steve’s eyes softened at your words and smiled.

Christ, this is exactly why his feelings were a mess for you.

Steve brought you in for a tight hug because words couldn’t express how grateful he was for you.

From the next car down, Billy observed the two of you and couldn't shake the thought: had you and Harrington ever been a thing? The idea unsettled him because Billy Hargrove didn’t want to share you.

.

Steve dropped you off at home, as he usually did. He would usually stay for a bit and keep you company, but tonight he promised Dustin he’d take him to Mike’s for their D&D campaign.

You walked into the house, which was eerily quiet and empty, as it always was. Switching on the kitchen light, you noticed a note attached to the fridge.

Be back in the morning. Love you. -Dad

You sighed as a your traced your finger up down the note.

Your father traveled for work most of the time as a tech service representative for a variety of chemical companies. He'd often be gone for days, sometimes even weeks, so being alone was something you had grown accustomed to.

Your relationship with your father was also very complicated. You would even say it was nonexistent, given that he was always gone, and when he was around, he'd sleep the days away.

You pretended like it didn’t bother you but deep down it was something that made the cavity in your heart unbearable.

You weren't completely alone, though. Steve and you bonded over your shared loneliness, as both of his parents were also always away on business trips, calling only once a week, if he was lucky.

He'd often spend the night at your place, or you'd spend the night at his, rewatching ‘The Breakfast Club’ or ‘Sixteen Candles,’ his personal favorite, although he wouldn't admit that to anyone.

The bond between you two wasn't solely fueled by loneliness; fear played a significant role as well. It was the fear of that night—the night your friends almost died—that kept you together.

You felt goosebumps travel throughout your body at the thought of it. You instantly shook it off and decided to wash your feelings away with a warm, hot shower. You dreaded the night to come because of the insomnia you developed this past year of living in this small town. But thankfully, you had a couple of your favorite romance novels on deck to keep you occupied throughout the night.

You slipped into one of Eddie’s well-worn Metallica tees, its length reaching down to your knees. It was a keepsake from the day you and the gang had spent the night at his trailer, after an exciting evening of sneaking into the Hawkins community pool.

It was one of your favorite memories you’ve made in this shit town.

After slipping on the tee, you put on some black laced panties you pulled from you drawer.

You glanced over to your window, partially covered by your curtains, and wondered what the dirty blonde was up to. Curious, you walked over and took a peek, wondering where he was because he was usually out at this time, either smoking a cigarette or sitting in his car, or doing both at once.

Like clockwork, he slammed his front door, grabbing the red lighter he always kept in his back pocket and reaching it to the cigarette hanging out of his pink lips.

He cupped the cigarette out of habit and lit it, inhaling the silent killer.

He then hopped onto the hood of his car and reclined, still smoking the cigarette as he gazed at the starlit sky, lost in deep thought.

You wanted to join him, eager to learn more about the California boy, even if he didn't show interest in you. Something inside you just needed to know who Billy Hargrove was.

You also wanted to try to settle the intense feelings coursing through your body.

You stared at him for what felt like a lifetime, admiring his chiseled jawline, how his pretty blue eyes looked in the moonlight, and the rhythmic pattern of his inhaling and exhaling cigarette smoke.

Fuck you cigarette.

You envied his cigarettes.

You wanted to be inhaled and exhaled like that, and you didn’t even care if you were disregarded like them when he was done.

Billy felt your gaze through the window, and as he smirked, you couldn't help but notice. Despite being caught, you couldn't suppress a smile of your own.

Billy sat up and looked directly into your window. Your face grew flustered as you two made eye contact, but you held it, unable to look away.

You pushed yourself to do something you found so uncomfortable and you ignored the negative thoughts running through your head.

Billy tossed his cigarette to the ground and he was about to pick up a new one.

That being you.

You quickly threw on some discarded sweats from the floor and made your way to the front door. As you wrapped your hand around the doorknob, you hesitated for a minute. Nervousness gripped you, but you were determined to make things different this year. You wanted to push yourself beyond your comfort zone. No longer content with just fantasizing about romance, you wanted to live it, even if it meant risking a broken heart in the process. After all, at least you'd have a story to tell.

The cool night breeze kissed your face, sending shivers down your spine as you stepped out of your door. Closing it behind you, you were wrapped in darkness, illuminated only by the soft glow of the streetlights. Your heart raced as you descended off the few steps of your front porch.

As you turned the corner, you were met with Billy Hargrove's infuriating smirk. It would've been irritating if you didn't harbor this crush for him. With determination, you walked in front of his car, mere inches away from where he sat. Your heart threatened to beat out of your chest.

“Hi,” you spoke up slightly out of breath. Billy knew it was nervousness that caused you to sound that way.

You think back to the conversation you had earlier in the day.

“If you ever need help with anything, I’m only one house away.”

You wanted something. You knew what you wanted, and you knew what he meant by it, but you didn’t want to jump his bones immediately. You wanted to get to know him, and maybe that was foolish of you given his reputation, but you didn’t care.

“Hi, Y/N,” Billy greeted with a chuckle, his eyes roaming over your figure. He noticed your shirt and furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

“You listen to Metallica?” Billy questioned, his gaze shifting to Eddie's worn-out black tee. "Oh, this?" you said, grabbing onto the thin material of your shirt. “No, it's a friend's. He let me borrow it,” you partially explained, letting out a shaky laugh.

“Hmm, didn't peg Harrington for a metal kinda guy” Billy remarked, assumingely, lighting yet another cigarette.

"You think Steve's my only male friend?" you asked, raising an eyebrow. "You have more than one?" Billy questioned back, the movement of lighting his cigarette coming to a short pause, his eyes widening momentarily. Billy could take Harrington, but any other male suitors would be a problem for him.“Is that a problem, Hargrove?” you questioned, once again amused by his reaction. Was he jealous?

He laughed and took a drag from his cigarette. He looked so beautiful like this, the view from your window couldn’t compare to the view you had right now. Despite the chill outside, you felt a warmth spreading through you.

“Not that I can’t compete with Harrington and?” He asked waiting for you to provide the name of said friend.

Compete?

“Eddie,” you said filling in the blank for him. “Ah, Munson, the freak,” he chuckled, taking yet another drag from his cigarette.

“You do know you’re talking to right? You remark, raising an eyebrow at him hinting that you fell into the same category as Eddie.

“Never said I had a problem with ‘freaks’,” he said smiling, as he looked down at your lips before meeting your gaze. “If I’m being honest they’re my favorite types of people.” He added licking his lips.

You gulped as his intense gaze met yours. He was undeniably gorgeous. The ache between your legs begged for relief, and you couldn’t help but wonder if he noticed, especially when he then said ,

“Come sit,” making space for you on the hood of his car. You obliged, sitting on the cool surface, crossing your legs, relieving some type of pressure. “You smoke?” he asked, handing you the lit cigarette. You took the cigarette, his warm fingers slightly touching your cold ones.

“Nope, but there's a first time for everything, right?” you smiled, taking a drag of the cigarette. The sensation immediately made you almost cough out a lung and you hadn’t even inhaled it completely. Billy laughed once again and slid his hand onto your back, lightly patting it attempting to ease your coughing fit.

You handed the cigarette back to him and laughed, the coughing fit dying down. “Yeah, first and last time doing that. God, that is nothing like weed,” you remarked.

Billy removed his hand from your back, and you couldn't help but groan slightly at the loss of touch. He looked at you with an amused smile. "I could only imagine how you reacted to hitting a joint for the first time," he said with a grin.

“Oh, trust me, it was nothing like that. I almost died just now,”you said as you wiped the tears that formed in your eyes from coughing.

You leaned back on his car like he did on countless nights and looked up at the starlit sky. Billy did the same after putting out his cigarette.

"The only good thing about this shit town is how pretty the sky looks at night," you said. He looked up at the sky and thought the same. There were so many stars, each one representing hope.

"And the rain," he added, which surprised you. “But you're from California, it’s all sun over there!” You exclaimed, giggling a bit.

“Yeah, I know,” he smiled at your excitement. “It hardly rains over there, but I loved it when it did,” he said, reminiscing about his life in California.

“I liked sitting in my car and listening to the rain; it brought me some sort of peace of mind out there. Especially here, it's stronger and louder, drowns out the thoughts,” he added, tapping his head in a playful manner.

You smiled at his explanation.

“It makes me feel like a kid again,” you added, your voice soft with nostalgia. "Running around, no jacket, laughing, feeling the water down your face and drenching your clothes. Sometimes I sit outside and look up at the sky, enjoying the way it feels on my face," you said, still smiling at the sky above.

Billy turned his head to look at you now, and you were oblivious to it for the first time. He felt his heart skip a beat at your explanation and the way you smiled at the sky full of stars. From that moment on, Billy was determined to know more about you.

You two continued talking, giggling, sneaking glances at each other, but it all came to a halt when you both heard a loud slam from the door of his house. A man in his mid-40s descended down the stairs of Billy’s front porch and made his way towards you both. Billy straightened up immediately at the sight of this man.

“It’s late,” the man spat, keeping his eyes on Billy, completely ignoring your presence. “Get inside; you need to take Maxine and yourself to school tomorrow.”

“Hi, sir,”you timidly intervened. “I'm Y/N. I live next door. I'm sorry for keeping Billy out so late. We were just talking about class, and I lost track of time.” You finished

Billy looked at you in shock as if you said something out of turn.

He looked you up and down with a deadpanned look before giving you a tight-lipped smile and nodded. Then, he gave Billy a warning glance before leaving. Odd. You thought.

You noticed the shift in Billy’s demeanor he was noticeably uncomfortable and even seemed scared. Billy took a deep breath after his father left and ran a hand over his face, visibly tense.

“You okay?” You carefully asked not wanting to overstep any boundaries.

“Yeah, I will be,”he exhaled, mustering up a small smile. “Thank you for tonight. I'll see you around, Y/N.” With that, he left. You waited until he made it inside and you returned home yourself.

As you stepped into the house, the loneliness of it consumed you once again. But you disregarded it, shaking it off, because a bigger part of you felt content and happy.

.

Billy grew accustomed to loneliness; sometimes, he even preferred it. But when he saw how present his friends' parents were in their lives, the loneliness spread and often consumed him. His mother was gone, her whereabouts unknown, leaving him abandoned and stuck with his monstrous father. He had the shell of a parental figure, but in reality, his father was a bully, a coward. This left Billy feeling trapped and hopeless, like a prisoner in his own home, with no one to relate to, no one to vent to, nothing.

When Billy made it inside his house he had already prepared himself for the worst. His father was seated on the sofa waiting for him to come in.

“I'm sorry, sir, I lost track of—“ Neil raised his hand to stop him from explaining, and like a trained soldier, Billy shut his mouth immediately. Neil stood up, making his way towards him. Billy flinched as Neil raised his hand, and to Billy’s surprise, he patted his shoulder. Billy furrowed his brows in confusion; he hated his father's touch. “Nice girl,” Neil remarked before walking past him and heading to his room.

What the fuck?

Anger coursed through Billy’s veins, his heart beating furiously in his chest. Why you? What the hell was so special about you that had Neil Hargrove's fatherly approval? Billy scoffed. He didn’t care if he'd get beatings for what he had planned or about your feelings at the moment, but he was going to royally piss his father off. Fuck his approval. He didn’t want it nor did he care for or it.

Billy disregarded his strong feelings for you and decided to be the dick he knew himself to be.

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[clerk427]

An open love letter to the entire Faith the unholy trinity fandom off sorts. I present to you.....

John in the style of 9 different artist!

(Keep in mind this is a style study. And although the whole thing was drawn by me, please please PLEASE check out the artists whose style I tried out. Thank you!)

This was SUCH a fun experience! I honestly love our fandom, and I adore how unique everyone's style and perception of John is. Says a lot about society or smth.

And even though I probably didn't do justice to all the art styles, I really hope they are recognizable.

Also, you might've noticed an empty spot in the end. Well, it's for you! Naturally, I wasn't able to include every artist, but I hope you will be interested in taking a spin at this yourself. Thank you and good luck!!!

A closer look, links and notes under the cut

@trashprinceward

I adore how soft this version of John looks, he seems so trustworthy and kind, gah. The shading style is surprisingly difficult, but I hope I managed to pull it off:) I also adore Prince's AUs hehehe

@rokiro99

A very unique colouring style!! I've seen a few versions of how this artist draws John, but decided to stop on this one. His face is so adorableeeee. I also LOVE the use of liturgical clothing and themes!!

@karamielo

Eeeeep I love how they use colours in their works and how well they use composition??? Like omg. Such such pretty works, I hope they create even more art

@justcommander

I lovvve how game-adjacent this artist's style is. I also love the way they (I'm so sorry, I'm not sure about the pronouns) draw hands and use body language. Also, the father and children AU??? Muah.

@shu-bullshit

I'm not even pretending I managed to pull this one off, I bit so much more than I could chew. But I couldn't not try, I almost every time I see their use of coloured pencils and watercolours, I just can't. Love love love

@zzoupz

So. As far as I can tell, Zoup doesn't use this style TOO often, but it wasn't leaving my head, I had to try. The artist did so much for the fandom, the Gary ask blog is such a treat. Yum

@genesissaturna

Hee hee he's so shapes. The legs. Beautiful. I wasn't sure about the colouring style since I only saw lineart done by this artist, so I decided to use the in-game ones. I hope they do more art, it's so unique and makes me happy!:)

@hammy-art

Wet cat John. Silly. A little pathetic, but in a nice way. I feel like I didn't make the lineart the way he does, it is usually more gentle, but I still hope it will suffice. Also my God he does amazing backgrounds, which I sadly can't portray here. (A personal thank you for giving me the courage for doing self-inserts)

Annnd that's it! I thank you for everything and I hope this whole thing will somehow inspire you. Keep doing art, let the world see your vision! Also go draw a pathetic blue priest /j

[princessmacedon]

“ Ah! Lady Maria! It does me well to see you again, ”  Kent beams as he addresses the young redhead.  “ I actually have a present prepared for you for the Winter Festival, if you would be so willing to accept it. ”

A large wrapped box passes from his hands to hers. Upon unwrapping it, it would be revealed to be a huge set of various thread and ribbons all of different colors, full enough to complete the rainbow and then some.

“ Seeing as you seemed so pleased to do embroidery work multiple times in the past, I thought it a hobby of yours, so I wished to help procure you some supplies for it. I am sure you have a great many things you might wish to give or some fine work you would like to practice. I shall hope this shall suffice to give you the opportunity for either case then. ”

“Hello, Ser!” And she beams back as she replies in kind, eyes narrowed at him in happiness as she accepts the box without a second thought — truly without a second thought, for it is the beat after his words that her eyes drop down, blinking with a sort of awe as she realizes what it is.

Oh, but it is the excited sort — the sort that draws her eyes clear and round, that crinkles at their corners and shimmers at its center, that glitters with anticipation — all the ‘really truly’s and the ‘what could it possibly be’s!— and her mouth drops into a little ‘o’ before clacking shut, bared with pearly whites and laughter. Hoisting the box up higher, the little princess lays her cheek against its top, hugging the gift with affection.

“Wow…! Heehee… Thank you, Ser — I love it!” A statement honest and true for the simple fact of who gifted it, or that it exists at all.

Of course, she is delighted when she opens it, eyes all moon-roundness and new inspirations bright as the sun. Fingertips glide over spools of thread and colors beyond counting (or, well, countable but no less plentiful and delightful for it), and when she smiles yet again, there is a tautness to the corners of her mouth— appreciative… if also touched.

“Thank you…! I’m really, really happy, hee hee… Happy Winter Festival to you too, Ser!” At that, she presses a finger against her lips, a secret to cleave her grin in twain. “Something is a little late… so you’ll just have to look forward to it, okay? Heeheehee!”

(Some few days later she will stop by his office between classes, a package delivered with a smile and wave; if he is to open it, he will find a modest collection of tea blends with cards accompanying each tin — most notably, there is a blend from Macedon (complete with a happily-chattered story about wyverns and the sky) and another most carefully picked…)

(And, neatly folded in the corner, a white handkerchief trimmed with warm and sunny gold, the boughs of an apple tree embroidered into its southern corners.)

[dreadwolph]

[ID: a colored digital painting of wyll ravengard, sitting sideways in a grey environment, shadow behind him. he sits on a red piece of clothing, seemingly his robe, now leaving him naked, turning to peer behind him into the darkness. /End ID]

Orestes

[lunarxdaydream]

35. for a hopeful starter . Soon-hee

( starter call meme )

35. for a hopeful starter .

Patience has never been his strongest trait. Perhaps not anymore if he was honest. In his wayward youth, it might have come in handy given mortal limitations but now? -- The itch grows under his skin. A hunger to know. To see and hear it for himself.

A tired chuckle falls from lips. Clawed fingers rubbing at his temple but nonetheless, he waits. Is it pointless? Maybe, and yet here he is, waiting. Whereas distractions would suffice to pass the time, the disinterest to the mortals leave him planted in the cushions of the corner settee. His half empty glass taken back into his grasp for another drink.

He hasn't heard a single word from the demon. Not an insult. Not a tease. Nothing but absolute silence. The unknown leaves him unrattled -- digging into his thoughts at the most inopportune moments. While he knew of solutions to distract, none appetized him.

At least not like her.

-- And that is what bothered him the most. He has accepted his reality. Hell, he made it clear but the rest ... well, he wasn't entirely sure and that alone is the source of conundrum. It is only mortals who should be wrestling with such things.

"... Ridiculous.", he mutters under his breath. A hand absently running through his hair as eyes glimpsed around but nothing. Not her scent. Not the sight of silken hair. Just a room full of plain, foolish mortals ...

'One more hour.'

|| @arcxnumvitae ||

[c4rdsharp]

[ HUSH ]: as a means of getting the receiver to stay quiet, the sender covers their mouth and ends up shoving them into a wall in their urgency. / tee hee

     Luck knew he could be long - winded, but this seemed hardly like an appropriate response. If Konstantin had wanted to shush him, a finger to his own lips would’ve sufficed. Smacking Luck’s back against the wall could’ve just made more noise.      i suppose i ought to be grateful . . . i hadn’t heard the footfalls until just now.      He stood stone still, opting to ignore the unnatural closeness & heat of claustrophobia and pay attention to his own senses. Neither of them were in a position to be spotted, thankfully, having decided to take the route less traveled on guard duty. Still, if either of them had made any noise now, it wouldn’t have mattered which route they’d have taken -- eyes would find them all the same. He rather hoped Konstantin had clamped his hand on Luck’s mouth before anyone heard, fretting for just a second it might’ve been too late. It occurred to him just then, he wasn’t even breathing.      The footfalls got louder, and louder -- almost deafening, practically on top of them . . . then, a muttering voice, followed by softer & softer pacing. The shrinking of their disturbance was a welcomed reprieve, letting just a tiny bit of a breath out. But, he didn’t move until he was absolutely certain there was no one else around, that the footfalls have disappeared into nothingness. The guard nothing more than a seeming night terror.      Once so, Luck’s Cryo Vision glimmered just a tad as he expelled a particularly stinging, ice - cold breath into Konstantin’s hand. He moved away the second Konstantin withdrew his palm from Luck’s face, the other peering around the corner before nodding to ensure the coast was clear.       “ . . . a little warning would’ve been appreciated,“ Luck’s voice was hushed, softer than it was before, as he began to head in the opposite direction of the unseen - guard, pistol in hand.      “ . . . thank you, though. “ He decided to say nothing else, fearing now the consequence of someone else hearing their conversation.

pinned / @gonchayas​

[socialdefy]

@artfulfox​​ asked : 🤝   for   your   character   to   brush    their     hand    against    my    muse’s    hand

       It was times like this that Akira was glad Yusuke went to Kosei rather than Shujin, because when most of the group came together for a study session, Yusuke didn’t really have the need to study with them, even if he could.

      As he was writing with his right hand, his left hand rested next to his thigh, messing with the ends of his own shirt from time to time. In the middle of solving a math equation, he felt a soft, slightly cold hand quickly brush against his own, nearly making his writing go off the page. Akira glances down at his left hand, then up at Yusuke--would it be okay to hold his hand right now? He doesn’t think Ryuuji or Ann could look that far over the table, and Haru and Makoto were studying in the other booth.

      No one, as far as he’s aware, was sitting next to him, so he believes it’s okay.

      When Yusuke is done taking a sip of coffee, Akira sneakily grabs hold of his hand, before starting to write again. If someone asks about why he’s trying (and failing) to hold back a grin, he’ll say it’s because he solved a math problem.

      ( Which, funnily enough, he did manage to solve the equations faster once he started holding Yusuke’s hand. )

[twstedtales]

May i request some Crowley slander headcanons?

Sorry making fun of him it's my favourite activity gwksgsksbsk

Omg...Athy never thought she would get this kind of request but it's so funny and she supposed that the headmaster deserved the verbal lashing that was about to ensue…ヽ(‘ ∇‘ )ノ Oh, and by the way, this was written in the dialogue format headcanons! I hope this suffice as "crowley slandering" to you @dexpairs-blog （ ；´Д｀）

Characters :: Crowley, Gender Neutral Reader

TW :: Cursing and if slandering is a tw...but I guess in a funny way?

𝔪𝔦𝔯𝔯𝔬𝔯, 𝔪𝔦𝔯𝔯𝔬𝔯 𝔬�� 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔩𝔩 ...

"I'm tired of the headmaster being so irresponsible and escaping his duties and being all that gracious bullshit he always talks about and...."

"Why is he always dumping his duties on me? Can't he see that I'm too busy putting those three idiots I call my friends in their collars and leashes?" 

"When I asked him to freakin hire a counselor to save his own student's sanity, can't you believed he replied to me that 'aReN't YoU dOiNg SuCh a SmAsHiNg jOb aLrEaDy?'"

"For all that gracious crap he spit out, I can't believe someone was even more stingy than my father and mother combined! Did he even know how much Grim eats? How many tuna cans that Monster demanded from me was enough for groceries for two days!"

"Anyway, yeah, I want to throw a chair at him, or pour vinegar on his wild game meat dishes, or maybe smash his mask under the soles of the second-hand shoes he gave me. Or maybe use his wHiP oF lOvE at him-by the way, the name of that is so ridiculous I can't even laugh at it."

"Maybe by doing so, that bastard Crow will finally understand how I feel when dealing with all those Overblots and having therapy sessions with his students."

"Am I angry? Oh, no, not at all! I am very calm right now. It's just that the headmaster left me alone to deal with something again. Guess what, I can't say no because he told me 'I wiLL rAiSe yOuR aLlOwAnCe' and who was the idiot who believed him for the umpteeth time?"

"Yes, it was me."

"Not crying, not at all."

"It was really a good thing that I can't Overblot because believe me, if I do, the cause will be the headmaster himself and I swear...I swear to the moon and back and to all the saints, gods, goddesses, buddhas, or whatever entities they worshiped here in Twisted Wonderland...I swear that the bastard Crow will be the first person to taste my wrath."

"Te-hee…"

"Thank you for coming to my ted talk."

Bonus ::

"By the way, while I admit that Crowley looks handsome and tall, but look, he looked like one of those super dramatic villains in soap operas my grandmother used to watch."

"That dramatic drop of his cape in his shoulders is making me cringe."

"But the million Madols question was...just how many birds did he kill for those feathers?"

[ifeelsounsure0]

Year End Thank You

TW: Very Sentimental. I am still at the age where I am perhaps overly prone to being sentimental about things so if that triggers you. Please go wait till my next post in the new year.

 Foreword: Well according to my first post. I’ve been a part of this community for 48 days now. Such a short amount of time compared to the eons that the writers who I said inspired me have been on here. Nonetheless, I want to take the time to thank everyone who I’ve gotten to know in this community in those 7 or so weeks that I’ve been here. Words could not adequately convey my gratitude to you all but they’ll have to suffice.

 @midnightdancingsol: My beloved Celestial. Milord. What can I say to you that would convey how much I love you? I still vividly remember the day I sent you my first draft for Part 2 of Finding Love at 10 pm and just went to sleep right after. When I woke up in the morning, I had almost 300 notifications from all the edits you put onto the piece. Granted they were nothing horrible but I will be the first to admit that I have learned so much about writing and grammar simply from your corrections, even if they sometimes made me feel bad because I read them in a disappointed dad voice. Nonetheless, I love you so much mate and I hope you have a lovely 2022.

 @v1ntrix: The other half of the Celestial pair even though I like to call you the god of the Underworld. To say that we are similar would be an understatement. Never in my life would I have ever thought that I would meet someone in Discord who is so annoyingly similar to me and yet just different enough to avoid driving me insane. Our conversations sometimes make me forget that we met in this community and not on some strange philosophy or gaming server. Still, they’ve been some of the most fun that I’ve had in a long time. I don't really know what else to say to you. Thank you for dealing with my low self esteem and low opinion of myself, I don't think many people would be able to. Take care of yourself this coming 2022 and I can’t wait to talk to you again.

 @ggidolsmuts: Ddeun, ddeun. To say that my plots and plot line wouldn’t be the same without you would be underplaying your role. I am so grateful that even before I published my first fic, you took your time to talk with me about elements of my plot and the characters that I wanted to build. Truthfully, I don’t think the characters of So Hee and Sana in Finding Love would be who they are without your advice. For that, I am forever grateful. I wish I had more time to read all of your fics, there are so many and I know they’re amazing so I promise. One day I will get to them. For now, I just wanted to wish you an amazing 2022.

 @worldsover: The newest addition to my growing pool of people that I torture with my writing. Well… to say you’re an amazing writer, I think it would be a tad bit too obvious, so I’ll avoid mentioning it entirely. Thank you for taking your time to edit my latest fic, I know dealing with my stupidity can’t be easy but I am really thankful that you took your time to explain to me how to improve my writing. Hopefully, people can recognize that improvement, but nonetheless, I feel as though it has made my writing better, and I am my own greatest critic. I just wanted to wish you a happy new year and a happy birthday to one of my favorite writers.

 @writerpeach: I love your work, Peach. There’s really not much else to say. You’re an amazing writer, and I hope you continue to grace this small community with your works. Even though at times, I do feel a little pang in the heart when you tell me off for momming people, I still think you’re a lovely person. Thus, I wish you all the best in the coming year and hope that you’re able to at least be a little happier than you were this previous year.

 @lockefanfic: I know you’re on vacation, but perhaps you’ll read this when you come back. You’re probably the single greatest inspiration for me in writing than everyone else. BT was a fic that I fell in love with as soon as I started to read it, and I can only hope to capture a fragment of the world-building that you were able to accomplish within my own works. I hope you continue to enjoy your vacation and return to us soon. Much love.

 @justkajin: What to say. What to say. What to say. You were the first writer I ever read on this platform and the first person I ever messaged. You’re a beautiful person Kajin and an absolute pleasure to chat with. I don’t think there’s anyone who’s advocated for positive mental health as much as you have, and I think that’s an amazing thing. It hurts to see you write your final goodbye on planetport, and I hope that you change your mind later on, but know that no matter what, I still love and adore you. Even if you no longer write, I hope you stay on and keep giving us those fun comments that brought me so much joy when I first started. Hopefully, 2022 will be better for you, and I wish you all the best.

 @kaedewrites: One of our resident cuties and our resident cheater, although that title seems up for contention by some Suzy Stan, so we’ll have to see. Although we sometimes love to make fun of your slow writing speed and tendency to change favorites on the fly, I still love and adore you so much. I remember the day of my Math final when you texted me to ask if I was okay because I hadn’t been talking all day, and honestly, that meant so much to me. You’re such a cutie, and I hope you have a fantastic 2022 and some news about your beloved Chaewon.

 @kpopflorxl: It seems only fair to put your name after Kaede’s since you two were my first ship when I entered this strange community and will always be my favorite. I'm sorry about the drama that happened so early on in my career, and I'm really thankful that we were able to put it past us. You're a wonderful person, and I adore you a lot. It pains me to see you no longer writing in this Tumblr world, but I hope that you're enjoying whatever endeavors you're working in right now. I wish you all the best in 2022, Flor, and all the happiness in the world.

 @sinswithpleasure: BL5? No, I’m kidding, or am I? I don’t know what to say, mate. Gamble made me discover parts of me that I didn’t even know existed, and for that, I will be forever thankful. You’re such a fantastic person who always has valuable insights about relationships and life in general, so I cannot really express how much I truly cherish you. Hopefully, this coming year will go amazingly for you, and I cannot wish you anything but the best.

 @mintwithchoco: It takes a particular person to stay with Sins and contain the destructive force that is his mind, but you somehow accomplish it. To me, you are the resident Yeji Stan no matter what nonsense Kaede tries to pull, but I think, more importantly, you have my favorite Lippie piece on Tumblr right now, and for that, I adore you. I hope that you have an incredible 2022 and that you can continue to put out amazing works for all of us to enjoy.

 @asmodeussoularium: The cutest, and I mean the absolute cutest F1 fan within our little community. There’s no one else I would rather rely on for F1 recaps after the race when I had a final on the day of Abu Dhabi, so I couldn’t watch Verstappen win. I digress tho. An amazing writer who contributes more to Sins Corp more than Sins himself and definitely the one with the cutest pfp on Discord, and it’s not even close. A quick confession. The pfp made me rethink berets. Anyways, I wish you all the best in 2022 Asmo, and I can’t wait to read your next work.

 @co-reborn: Skips over after realizing he doesn’t follow me back. Fucking jackass. Well, I don’t know what to say, mate. I love your work. Obedience is by far one of my favorite interpretations of Mina within our community and there’s not much about your work that I can really hate. I do hope that sometimes you would stop fucking bitching about your follower and note count when I still have significantly less than you, but I digress. You’re still a wonderful person, and I hope that you have an amazing 2022. Perhaps maybe even see the light of Loona. One can only hope.

 @panchatea: The newest arrival into the Sins Corp Universe and another absolutely adorable writer who I may have seen dox himself once or twice and I gotta admit is an absolute cutie IRL as well. I love your attention to detail in your fics and your absolute obsession with presenting idols as accurately as possible, even though the conclusions of your fics may make me sad. Nonetheless, I hope that this coming 2022 is absolutely amazing for you, mate, and I can’t wait to see what you write this year.

 @nsfwmaemi: Another cutie and our resident Eunbi Stan second only to Peach himself. I’ve had so much fun talking to you about so many things, and it’s always a pleasure to talk to you. However, I have not yet had the chance to hear you sing, and I wish to hear this one day. Hopefully, you will grant me that wish this upcoming year. Still, I wish you a fantastic 2022 Maemi and all the happiness in the world.

 @usedpidemo: My favorite symbol, even though I will always think of you as a slice of pie whenever I say your name in my head. Delete this is an amazing series, and I won’t let some crazy anon tell you otherwise. You’re an amazing writer, and I hope that you grow more confident in your skills this year and continue to put out amazing works for us all to read. In the end. I hope that 2022 is a happier year for you than 2021 was. Take care of yourself, mate.

 @fillinforlater: Well… what the hell am I supposed to say about you. You’re a glory-seeking fool for being a Bayern fan, and I hate your guts. No, that doesn’t quite sound right. You’re an incredible person Smite. The person that I have gotten to know through discord is someone who is beautiful and amazing and someone that I would wish all the happiness in the world to. You’re amazing, love, and I hope you have the greatest year of your life in 2022.

 @banananutsmuthie: BNS. The writer with the cutest logo and the absolute best blog page out of any of us. I wish I would’ve gotten to talk to you more this year, and I hope to talk to you more this upcoming year. You’re an amazing writer, and I’m really excited to see where you take your writing from here. I wish you all the best, and I hope that 2022 will be an incredible year for you.

 @turtleturbulence: One of our newer writers and my absolute favorite reptile. Well, what is there to say. He is the, and I mean the IU Stan, and nothing's gonna change that. We have far too many interests in common, and when I say that sometimes your proposals make my heart flutter, I wouldn’t be lying. You’re such a cutie, and I’ll forgive you for not having part 2 out yet. Nonetheless, I wish you all the best in the future and can’t wait to talk to you again.

 @moonrazeeclipse: I’ll add a short bit for K since I really haven’t gotten to talk to him a lot. Thank you for noticing that I was on Pi’s discord; even though I know that may seem like a minuscule thing, it does make me realize that I am not as invisible as I sometimes hope I am. I hope you have an amazing 2022, mate, and can put out more amazing fics with Pi or by yourself.

 @nsfwflint: How could I describe you, Flint? Oh, I know. You’re like my opinionated old Uncle, who’s still in touch but just has very and I mean very strong opinions. Although most of them are generally right, we do tend to disagree on some things at times. I think you’re a great person Flint and funny even though you may hate my guts because I play blue in Magic 😂. I hope you have an unforgettable 2022 and continue to put out works at your absolutely rapid-fire pace.

 @cataboliac: The newest addition to our very special thread within the lounge. I’m glad you joined, and I absolutely love your writing, so I can’t wait to see more of it in the coming year. I wish you were online more so we could talk a bit more, but still, I hope you have an amazing 2022 and all your wishes come true.

 @existslikepristin: Or as I like to call him, boss. The founder of the great place where we all meet and the man I can accredit this fantastic opportunity to meet all these people listed above. Thank you for helping to build this community and making me feel like a welcome part of it. I know that my addition to the latest assignments post was definitely a late admission. However, I’m still ever so thankful that you chose to add me along with so many great writers that I look up to. I wish you a great 2022, boss, and hope everything goes exactly as you imagine.

And last but not least. To my beloved followers and readers. This wouldn’t be possible with all 500+ of you and I love you all so much. Hopefully, I will continue to impress you in the future. Anyways, I wish you all a Happy New Year. Love ya’ll.

[shadlad24]

Five Funny Little Moments #35: Here She Comes… Miss Amphipolis

Alriiiight! Beat the system yet again. Yey. These episodes are still DUMB, though, and largely rely on the characters being dumb, but oh well. Onward!

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First up is this nonsense, with extra Xe-cracksub included free of charge. The neutral host of a contest can’t cancel it because none of the contestants’ sponsors would want to quit? Wut? If something is disbanded by its organizer, then that has nothing to do with anybody forfeiting. Why don’t Xena and Gabrielle argue that? Perhaps it is as my subtitle suggests? heh

This bit got me pretty good. So, expert undercover-agent-with-devastating-war-relapse-on-the-line, amidst-a-powder-keg-situation Xena not only put her trademark warrior princess outfit in the giant chest at the foot of her bed but further left that chest unlocked and laid out that outfit and her weapons right on top, uncovered. Sure, Xena. Good going. LOL!

Then, then, she goes ahead and really all but blows her cover by choking out the most pugnacious warlord of the group with her godlike strength and drops her voice to its usual tone and cadence, employing her usual commanding sass. …But that’s okay because dude’s an even bigger idiot. He recognizes Xena on some level, hears her voice and where she’s from, feels her distinctive touch, then sees her outfit, and thinks… some twiggy blond guy is her. He can’t even put together that maybe a catty competitor swiped the gear from, y’know, the woman with whom he had such an encounter and is right there beside said imposter. Uh, okay.

We can’t forget GabbyWabs, can we? NEVER! So, she makes cute and funny faces throughout the episode, but this one wins. heheheh

Hee! This bendy blade! Just look at how it lays against Lu’s skin, at an angle from the rest of its length, up top in particular. LOLz!

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Sorry, y’all. I’m too tired and overstressed to do much right now. Hope this suffices, nevertheless. :”)

[redux-iterum]

I just saw your brightcloud rant, and I adored it! An in depth analysis of a popular yet problematic ship was really neat to read! If it isn’t a bother, could you describe other takes you have about the other ships/scenarios in warrior cats that you disagree with? Really love your thoughts and how you use the books as your proof, not enough people read the books and actually consider canon content, compared to everyone who flocks to fanon bias

Hee! Thank you for the kind words. I'm glad you liked that post. I was very worried I'd get some flack for it.

Honestly, there are so many ships, and I don't like pretty much any of them, so we could be here all day. I can break down my main issues that appear at least a couple times in romance for this series, though:

There is no buildup. Characters will randomly confess their feelings that have never been even mentioned or thought about before. Extra points if there was no friendly relationship to begin with, or one of them disliked the other. See: Bristlefrost and Rootspring, with Bristle admitting that she has feelings for Root despite spending the entire first part of TBC not wanting anything to do with him, being outright embarrassed when forced to interact with him, and pining after Stemleaf.

The characters do not have chemistry. Not that there's a lot in the way of consistent personality in Warriors, but there are those with some recurring traits, and some of them end up in relationships in which the partners go together like oil and water. They were just forced into love because a plot needed to happen, or the writers didn't realize that the characters and story they wrote did not fit the endgame they had in mind all the way at the beginning. See: Leafpool and Crowfeather, who can also apply to the first point, but everyone remembers how baffling their romance was in general over how quickly it occurred.

The relationship is incredibly creepy. Count how many couples consist of a much older tom flirting with a much younger molly (Dustpelt and Fernpaw being the immediate example, but there are many, many worse ones). Add on the amount of times the cats are related in some way (thank you, Lionblaze, for getting your genes everywhere, because now your daughter has her nephew going after her). Multiply with how the relationships started with some negative or outright antagonistic behavior that is totally ignored (Oakheart and Bluefur meet and are mates for exactly one night after a long time of heavily disliking each other, especially on Bluefur's part) - which, while not as bad as the others, still sets a bad vibe for a future pair. There's so many romances that, when observed or thought about for more than two seconds, become deeply unsettling or weird.

There's some abuse within the romance. Whether it's an adult going after a child (Thistleclaw and Spottedpaw), someone using their position of power to hurt their partner (Bramblestar and Squirrelflight), or just plain being cruel with no consequences (Tigerstar and Sasha), the odds of a cat (usually a molly) getting together with another cat (usually a much older tom) and experiencing some form of emotional pain out of nowhere because of the one they love are uncomfortably high. There are quite a few acts of abuse of all kinds that are written strangely realistically for this series, and yet the writers treat them as sad moments of tough love or drama rather than an event that should send the victim running. I wouldn't bitch as much about this if we weren't expected to take every romance seriously and consider them legitimate ties of love.

Those are my overarching problems with Warriors' romances, and they cover pretty much every single relationship in the series. All couples have at least one of these issues at some point in their history. Find me a relationship you consider good, and I can probably tear it down in some way (though I haven't read all the books, so I'd have to Wiki somma that shit).

Hope that answered your questions sufficely!

[sonicringbond]

Sonic Ring Bond: The Journey - Scene 33

So past the exposition and world building and we finally get into the first story of the second cour. And it’s a doozy in that it would classify as a 2-parter. Or for how the story updates means it’ll take four scenes to complete. And suffice to say, we will have plot! So please enjoy...

    ~Towns, oceans, cities, forests, ruins, and today mountains~♥ Traveling with Sonic on his adventures is a dream come true. It’s not easy though, tee-hee~♪ I’m really not ready to yet. I want to so badly though, and the only reason I’m able to at all is that Sonic promised to get me and everyone else back home. Otherwise… Otherwise it’d be like Sonic’s rules always are traveling with him. If you want to travel with him, you have to be able to keep up. And it’s not that I can’t run as fast as him thanks to our first Ring Bond, but Sonic’s running is so much more than just running.

    ~These mountains we’ve been exploring since we last passed through a city of any kind are rugged and jagged and feel like they’re picking on us. They’re also covered in fog and ruins. The ruins would be nice if they improved my traction, but despite how old they are, it’s like they’ve never been worn down and the surfaces are polished due to the moisture in the fog. It’s really cool that I can see my reflection in them so cleanly, but well…~

    Rosy didn’t even bother sighing as she slid face first along a long stretch of perfectly smooth reflective stone from a most unlikely natural polishing job. She did not do much of anything really as she lay there. She was doing her best, but…

    ~As I said, keeping up with Sonic is hard. Though Draw seems to do alright when he isn’t just having me carry him piggyback. Me though… Ooh~! I practice and practice and it’s so much fun, but I still have so far to go. And as I said, Sonic’s running isn’t just running. He uses his hands a lot and jumps and scrambles, and it’s just so amazing to watch. Draw says he’s seen me do the same thing, but I think he’s just trying to make me feel better.

~Normally though it’s not this hard. Everyone thinks Sonic always runs at full speed, but he actually rarely does when he’s just running to run. We’ve been doing that a lot recently since we don’t have any clues to where anyone is, but these mountains are so hard to traverse and Sonic has been challenging every ravine and sheer cliff we’ve come across. That and well… well I really don’t want to say.~

    “That’s a weird place to take a nap, you weirdo girl,” Draw commented as he squatted down next to Rosy and poked her shoulder. His finger simply sunk into her shoulder puff though, which served as the sleeve of her leotard, and he had no way to be sure if he reached her shoulder at all. Changing tactics, he instead poked her cheek and was surprised by the warmth from it. “Hey, are you feeling okay?”

    “I’m fine,” Rosy insisted though she still did not move. “I’m pretty energetic, so I’ll be back up in no time.”

    Draw felt he had little reason to believe Rosy and after humoring her for a moment he pressed her to do as she said. “I’m waiting. Are you sure you’re fine?”

    “Hee-hee,” Rosy giggled weakly and rather confused. “I should be. I’m pretty energetic!”

    “You already said that.”

    ~Ooh~! Draw was right. Normally I was pretty energetic though. But keeping up with Sonic is hard enough even when he’s running at a more casual speed. But these mountains and how hard he’s been challenging them. That, and I haven’t been sleeping at all. That little planet always watching me just makes it impossible to. But still, I’m pretty energetic!~

    Though Rosy could convince herself she was more than lively enough to keep chasing after Sonic, her body obstinately refused, and she continued to lay face down on the polished stone. Draw began to think he needed to go get Sonic but was surprised to see the blue hedgehog emerge from the fog led by Mote.

    “Something the matter, kid?” Sonic asked as he stopped just shy of Rosy and placed his hands on his hips. Watching her ears twitch weakly and her tail fail to wag at the sound of his voice, he did not need her to answer but allowed her to anyway.

    “Hee-hee,” Rosy giggled again weakly. “I guess I over did it. I can’t move at all. EEP~!”

    Despite how helpless she was, Rosy still squeaked in surprise when Sonic started rubbing her ear between his fingers. “S-Sonic! What are you doing!”

    “Yeah,” Sonic seemed to be behind the conversation as he responded, “it’s little wonder you can’t move. You’ve got a doozy of a fever going. You haven’t been trying to run all day burning up like this have you? Wait, don’t answer that. Tails has talked about how bad you are at taking care of yourself before.”

    Rosy finally managed to move, if only just puffing up her cheeks in frustration. “Ooh~! Don’t say that, Sonic! I know you’re slowing down on purpose until we find everyone and get home, but I thought if it was just the two of us–”

    “What about me?” Draw interrupted but went unheard as Rosy continued.

    “–that I should try to go as fast as you. I don’t want to be a reason for you to have to slow down. I want to be able to keep up so you can always run as fast as you want. I feel like I’m taking your freedom away from you.”

    “Don’t be ridiculous kid,” Sonic sighed and scooped Rosy up into a bridal carry. He frowned for more than just her silly fear of holding him back as her eyes could not focus on his. “Yeesh, you’re worse looking than I thought.”

    “Boo~!” Rosy whined weakly, barely holding onto consciousness. “I’m cute and you know it! Come on Sonic, tell me I’m cute…”

    “Not burning up like this.”

    “I’m hot then! Hee-hee~♥

    “Too hot.”

    “Is that why you ignore my moves…?”

    “You wish.”

    Rosy didn’t seem to hear Sonic at all and he struggled to shift her into a more secure position as she grew limp from fevered sleep. Looking at Draw almost helplessly he kind of shrugged. “Come on. Let’s find some shelter where we can make a fire and try to keep her out of the elements.”

    “Is she going to be okay?” Draw probed and received a smirk in return.

    “Nothing a hundred Rings won’t deal with. But I can’t go off collecting Rings and leave her out in the cold.”

    Moving his attention from Draw back to Rosy, Sonic’s eye softened ever so slightly, and his smirk shifted just enough to look like a slight smile. Draw tilted his head curiously after their weird little back and forth and pondered about the display. Quite a fair bit as his contemplation persisted as he followed Sonic through the slick mountain ruins and did battle with golems both real and imagined as countless statues adorned the ancient ruins that heavily resembled the roaming constructs. The statues prompted another question from Draw as Sonic stepped back from where he lay Rosy down in a small cave that he had started a fire in.

    “I wonder who built this place and why they would make statues of golems.”

    “Other way around tyke,” Sonic corrected him before changing subject for a moment. “Go ahead and cover her with your coat. The fire’s nice, but she’ll need a bit of protection from more than just the golems until I can get those Rings.”

    As he took his coat off and revealed the button-up shirt below, Draw returned to his previous line of thought. “Other way around?”

    “Just a guess really,” Sonic admitted and rubbed his nose.

    “Sounds kind of shady,” Draw accused Sonic of not being forthright as he draped his coat over Rosy.

    “Well, supposedly there’s a stone god up here and I was hoping to meet it.”

    “What!”

    Draw could not hide his disbelief and Sonic laughed with a smirk as he continued to rub his nose. With a wink, he attempted to counter the image of his peculiar danger sense irritating him.

    “Why would you want to meet a god! Huh? What’s that Mote?”

    “The whole medium business involving the kid I’m sure,” Sonic surmised what Mote distracted Draw with.

    “How’d you know?”

    “Because it’s obvious. I’m not really good with the details myself, but I know she’s got a way to talk with everything around her. Even things no one should be able to.”

    Walking back over and kneeling down, Sonic took a moment to fish Rosy’s tarot cards out of her shoulder puff. It took him a moment to find them and he had to laugh a moment as he poked and prodded around. “How does it not hurt having all of this junk in here? What even is some of this?”

    Draw gave Sonic a questioning glance and a warning as he finally pulled free the card case. “She’s going to get angry if she wakes up and they’re gone.”

    “No doubt about it,” Sonic agreed, though he ignored the warning as he kept the cards and stood up. “Except, I’m pretty sure they’re the reason she’s not sleeping.”

    “You noticed she hasn’t been sleeping too huh?”

    “Wasn’t hard,” Sonic shrugged. “I can tell what she’s feeling by how she smiles, so noticing she hasn’t been sleeping and keeps looking up at that planet in the sky fussily. Well, it’s no big deal.”

    “Sounds like you like her to me,” Draw teased and earned a frown from Sonic.

    “I like all my friends.” Sonic casually commented as he worked on making sure Rosy was safely bundled up.

    “You know what I mean,” Draw pressed with a toothy grin, trying to prove that Sonic’s frown was just him ignoring him and not from concentration.

    “Maybe,” Sonic countered playfully and irritated Draw. Before he could counter Sonic’s counter, Mote flew up between them.

    “Mote? What? Wasn’t that what I was just asking? No~? Alright fine, I’ll ask him.”

    “Ask me what?” Sonic beat Draw to a question as he looked confused at the yellow fairy.

    “Mote wants to know what Rosy means to you.”

    “That’s a weird question.” Sonic dismissed the fairy’s curiosity, but Draw’s unamused expression and Mote’s insistent one forced him to pay attention. Turning his back on them, Sonic tapped at the side of his nose trying to understand the danger his nose was insisting he was in. “She’s a good friend. That should be enough.”

    “Not according to Mote.”

    “Really?” Sonic asked as he peeked back in sarcastic reply. It was a weird thing to be pressed about, but the fairy’s stare had grown more intense and Sonic figured he should answer before the fairy got any weirder. With a heavy sigh, Sonic walked over to Rosy again and knelt down to give her a good hard look over.

    Draw wasn’t sure what to make of Sonic’s thoughts as his face looked strained in a way he couldn’t explain. ‘Is he confused himself?’

    “What does she mean to me huh?” Standing up and walking away again, Sonic scratched behind his own ear as he seemed to wrestle with the thought. He gave nothing away though. Not in body language, expression, or tone of voice though he did mumble some more.

    “She’s just a friend, right? Feels like I’ve known her for more than forever thanks to these weird lands though. Could she be…? Nah, not likely.”

    With his thoughts in order, he turned back to Draw and Mote and surprised them with his choice of words.

    “I’ll admit, she’s one of the special ones I’ve met. And before you get any ideas, I mean in that she doesn’t just hero worship me. I mean, she does, and she’ll jump on me at moment’s notice if I don’t have my guard up. But you know, maybe it’s hard for you tell, but she really cares. When she points out a tree she thinks is funny, she wants to share that joy. When she says she wants to run with me forever, that she wants to make sure my speed doesn’t leave me alone… Yeah, she’s a special one alright. And frankly, I don’t get it. But you know, in those quiet moments when we’ve just been running along and there is nothing else. The way she smiles. She loves it as much as I do, and maybe as much as she does me. She really means it …”

    Sonic trailed off for a moment and looked back at Rosy and smirked. “And even if I just tried to run from her, she’d chase me and make sure I had a reason to run. And not because she’s mad at me, but because she honestly believes that my love of running is important enough for her to give me a reason to do what I love most. If I really think about it, you know, she’s not a bad running partner at all.

    “Hm? What’s with that look?” Sonic asked as he leaned back while pressing his finger into his chin thoughtfully and spotted Draw

    Wearing a smarmy ear to ear grin, Draw answered as though Sonic had just revealed the world’s most embarrassing secret. “Oh, I don’t know. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a love confession

    “Yeah? Well, I got nothing against talking about my love of running,” Sonic deftly slipped out of the way of Draw’s accusation. His tone of voice became just that much gentler though as to be almost imperceptible as he looked once more at Rosy. “Really though, she enjoys running as much as I do and if I don’t get those Rings, I’ll be depriving her of that. Keep her safe while I go get them. Be back in a flash”

    Without another word, Sonic bolted from the cave, just a little too fast leaving Draw to protect the sleeping Rosy. His expression grew immediately relieved. He did not like the way Sonic left without ever clarifying his emotions on what Rosy meant to him. Likely not even to himself. It made him feel untrustworthy to Draw no matter how tender he was with Rosy. He felt Mote likely felt the same and asked to be sure.

    “You don’t like it either huh? What do you mean keep him away from her? You don’t mean you actually want me to try and carry her! What! But she’s bigger than I am!”

Scene 33 · CLEARED Sonic & Rosy, to be continued

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And there is part one! And yes, a bit of heavy handed SonAmy teasing, but that’s kind of the point of this particular part. Showing how close the two are in their own unique way. I also have to show that not everyone agrees with that or how dismissive and unsure Sonic is about his feelings for Rosy. Forgive me if I don’t handle it well, but I’m trying and ask you to please stick with me. Part 2 is coming Saturday and I hope you’ll be looking forward to it!

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Special Thanks to Cutegirlmayra Story by @JoshTarwater/SonicFanJ Inspiring Song – One Last Kiss – Hikaru Utada – From Neon Genesis Evangelion: 3.0+1.0 Thrice Upon a Time

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[lindendragon]

Another Subcon au idea, I just love them ok.

Going off the popular headcanon that Snatcher only started stealing souls because he had to to counter Vanessa and keep her from freezing everything, which, along with his initial trauma, caused him to go mad. What if Vanessa, after her whole flash-freeze of Subcon, just chilled (ha) and left Subcon alone to sulk in her manor? The Prince/Snatcher doesn't need to steal souls because of that. So, none of that, but the Prince still finds out about his new soul-snatching abilities either by going a little feral on some poor lost sap's warm soul the first time he sees someone who isn't dead, similar to fedoraspooky's headcanons, or he accidentally snatches and eats the soul of someone who wants to kill him because he's a "monster", another thing I took from a fic. He, of course, feels bad for his first murder, and vows never to do it again, until… well, you'll see soon enough. The occasional animal soul is enough to keep him going. As tempting as it is to make himself more powerful, what he has now is enough to take care of his subjects as long as Vanessa doesn't come out, which she, judging by everything, probably won't, so it's fine.

So this au is basically Snatcher if he had morals and wasn't evil.

He still has the same trauma and other emotional issues people generaly headcanon him with, more specifically Doodledrawstings' and Fedoraspooky's and other's headcanons. In short, he still builds up walls, doesn't ever want to be vulnerable or get attached to anyone ever again. He hates who he used to be and blames himself for not seeing the red flags of his and Vanessa's relationship. He does not want to be reminded of the past in any way. Moonjumper like the one from Doodledrawsthings' au exists and Snatcher, despite being a better and more mentally stable person in this au, still hates him for being a reminder of his past self and drives him away. He's basically just hiding behind his smile and morbid jokes all the time while dying on the inside. Depending on his mood, he is either the easily irritable grouch we see in canon or a complete jokester.

Now to the specifics

There's still people coming to the forest and potentially going to the manor and getting killed by Vanessa, not to mention they disrupt the peace here, so Snatcher decides to scare them off.

At first it's just the classic "I am a scary ghost, get out of my forest", but after a while he decides to have some fun with it.

When he's feeling up for it, he and his minions prank and mess with the trespassers.

Occasionally, he'll give out contracts for small chores before letting the contactor go, but only to trespassers he really doesn't like, like those that are deliberately trying to harm his forest.

Sometimes he will act like the Beta version of Snatcher and steal a few pons here and there, never much. He then uses that money to buy himself or his minions something (he shapeshifts and wears a disguise on the rare occasions he goes outside the forest).

His favorite thing to do to a trespasser is to make minor special effects with his powers while chanting ominously about their sins. Scares the crap out of people and sends them running every time. Sometimes people even crack and admit things they have done and beg for mercy. If that happens, Snatcher will usually call them out on it and send them away with the threat that he will know if they don't make up for their mistakes because he knows all (he doesn't). So suffice to say, some people have been straightened out by the experience. But it's not all fun and games. Sometimes the things people have admitted to are, to avoid specification, simply heinous. At that point, Snatcher decides "Screw it, I'm finishing them off and eating their soul." People this bad, or at least, those that admit to it, rarely appear, but it happens, and Snatcher feels that the world is better off without them. At least that's a somewhat humane way of procuring souls.

On a lighter note, sometimes he just chants ominously about tax evasion or something, and sometimes the prospect of it, and not just the spookyness, genuinely scares the Mafia goons.

Honestly the Mafia goons are the most common targets of his more silly pranks

One day someone dropped their phone while they were running away, and after messing around with it for a bit Snatcher finds out how it works. There were memes on that phone and he also manages to get on the internet and it all goes downhill from here.

Mafia goon, to others: Let's face it, Mafia is stranded-

Mafia goons: Look, blueberries!

Snatcher, in a vaguely humanoid but noodly form, shaking the branch while standing on it: Oh my god, my berries.

Mafia goons:*terrified screaming*

Snatcher:*exaggerated giggling*

Some guy, filming himself while walking through the forest: Hey guys we're going through this forest that is supposedly haunted. Apparently some girl died here when she was like nine or something.

Snatcher, in the shape of a little girl: I'm eleven so shut the peck up.

Snatcher, popping out of the bushes: Vsauce, Michael here. How fast can you run?

Someone, walking through the forest, but then they hear, in the distance "hee hee", every once in a while it repeats, coming closer and closer, I mean it, just this jerk, going "hee hee" in Michael Jackson's voice

The stolen mail delivery service is still going strong in this au

When Hat Kid arrives he does the classic "scary ghost" thing this time, but more child-friendly, cause he still doesn't want to severely traumatize kids, so he's a little gentler with them. Hat Kid is not as scared as Snatcher thinks she should be and she won't leave. Snatcher has to physically throw her out of the forest, but every time she goes back and insists on getting her Time pieces back. It's when she says that she detects a Time piece in the direction of Vanessa's manor that he finally snaps

Snatcher then iniciates a boss fight where he pretends that he is going to kill her, hoping that will scare her off.

Hat Kid, of course, beats him and makes him allow her to get the Time pieces. Snatcher is still reluctant, but after what she pulled off, he has hope that she will survive Vanessa (on the outside he still acts like he doesn't care about her safety though).

After Hat Kid gets all her Time pieces, Snatcher approaches her with the "Get out" contact, which Hat Kid promptly scribbles on like in canon and tries to get Snatcher to be her BFF. Since in this au, Snatcher has no leverage over her in the form of her soul or her Time pieces, he allows her to visit the forest as long as she signs a contract to never go near the manor again, which Hat Kid signs right away this time, because darn, that lady is scary.

Hat Kid visits a few more times, and Snatcher finds himself getting attached.

Wow, he kept a somewhat professional relationship with his minions for 300 years (sure, he fixes their plush bodies and messes with trespassers together with them and gives them mail and buys them little gifts, but that was more like how a king treats his subjects, or so he tells himself) and then this kid comes along and throws it out the window.

Of course he is in denial for a while, can't let himself be vulnerable, can't indulge in this, that opportunity was gone the moment he died, he is a scary ghost

Nah he's dad now

Snatcher goes from being forest cryptid to still being forest cryptid but with 200 adoptive ghost children and one alive alien child, two if bow exists, whatever your headcanon is.

Btw if you wanna ask me about my au's, you can do so, but I probably won't answer till july when exams are over idk.

[flooffybits]

Okay so let’s get down to the basics first before I throw in the random facts and stuff

Unnie line

Kwon Eunbi-Ranked 7, Leader, Main Dancer, Lead Vocal she was born in 1993 and initially part of a girl group in 2014 before she decided to change for a new start. People say she looks like Red Velvet Irene and her official color is Embroidered Starlight (a shade of purple)

Miyawaki Sakura- Ranked 2, Sub Vocal, Sub Rapper, Visual she was born on 1998 she has hobbies of playing games and was a child actress. She is a huge fan of Red Velvet and she her talent is drawing. And her official color is Cherry Blossom Pink.

Kang Hyewon-Ranked 8, Lead Rapper, Sub Vocal, Visual she was born on 1999 and she and Yena apparently went to the same school but they never met each other for 3 years. Hyewon is known to love watching animes and dramas and loves takoyaki. She has a dog names Zeze and her official color is Kang Coral.

Choi Yena- Ranked 4, Main Rapper, Lead Vocal, Lead Dancer she was born on 1999 and her hobby is playing claw machines and games in general she is known for being bright and energetic and the happy virus of the group. She also has a dog names Audrey and her official color is Yen-low.

Lee Chaeyeon-Ranked 12, Main Dancer, Lead Vocal, Lead Rapper she was born on 2000 and was a former JYP trainee she has a sister named Lee Chaeryeong which debuted at JYP with ITZY. She has a dog names Chaeri and named the dancing queen and feather because of her amazing dancing skills and known by her members as the father because she takes care of them and cooks for them deliciously. Her official color is Chaenmerald.

Kim Chaewon-Ranked 10, Lead Vocal, Lead Dance she was born on 2000 and the daughter of the actress Lee Ran Hee and has the nickname Angel Chaewon, Fairy Chaewon, Raddish Cabbage Fairy and one of the members of the mint choco lovers. And her official color is Chaemmu (a shade of green).

The maknaes will follow soon I hope this will suffice enough to give info about them without being hurtful because a previous nonnie made comments that made me concious about my descriptions because of holding stuff about idols which I wanted to avoid so....

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the colors are so,,,,, unique. who decided these? but yes! i do see Irene in Eunbi a lot but i did mention before that when i watched ssos or violeta, i saw Kim Lip from Loona. i also know she had a stage name "kazoo"? there's something about Sakura that makes me feel so uwu. she has a really pretty smile and her eyes always seem so bright. i know she's a Reveluv and that she met the unnie line (that trended if I'm not mistaken). yes! i remember Hyewon's entrance in produce and it was so funny. i also watched when she said she wanted to eat a hundred(?) takoyaki in one year. how does one enjoy the claw game without feeling scammed? i do notice how she seems very hyper in the videos i watched. she's very playful, too. i cannot tell you enough but i have a weakness for Lee Chaeyeon. the initial reason i watched their weekly idol videos was because of her 😅 tbh i don't see much people appreciating Chaewon but maybe that's just me looking in the wrong places. i am curious with her nickname Radish Cabbage Fairy. i don't think anyone is being hurtful. truthfully, you guys are just informing me, and others who read this, with what you know. it's not like you guys are telling me that they're only a certain way

[lockawayknight]

🌻 for 🐇 ; 🌼 for ⚔️ !

from Send a Flower prompts [ closed ]

🌻… a suggestion.

“Mm... thank you, Heysel...”

“Hm... Huh, y’know wha’? I do ‘ave a suggestion. For your swamp invasions. Y’know where all them poison bugs gather, ‘round the edge a’ the Sage’s waters, or… wherever they are… hell, I still dunno the swamps — you know the swamps. There’s… crabs there, an’— fuck, whatever, anyway, y’think you could dress your crown up purple t’match ‘em? Already got the shape right, y’know? Heh, how great would that be, eh? I’ve seen ya use Chameleons before — I know you like t’sneak up on bastards now n’ then — but don’t usin’ spells like tha’ mean y’can’t cast as many other spells? Y’could blend in without a Chameleon that way, y’get what I’m sayin’?

“Really, imagine bein’ some sorry trav’ler, stuck in tha’ bloody swamp, y’finally find some solid ground, then what y’thought was jus’ all them beetles’ mum comes leapin’ up out the rocks an’ firin’ darts. Chaos! Ha! Bet the fucker’d never see it comin’. I mean, hell, I wouldn’t, but... s’pose I’ve always been, uh... a bit skittish…” Pause. Wince. “Uh, forget I said tha’...

“... Does tha’ count as a suggestion? Well, still, I think it’d be funny, heh.”

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🌼… a story about the past.

“Coo~! Thank you for the lovely flower, kind Yellowfinger~”

“Hm hm, stories from the past, you say? Skwaa, goodness, I believe I have lived far too long a life to simply choose one, dear Finger! Hm, and I have been told my stories can be — ah, hm — not of much interest by human standards, skee-hee~... Ah, but I shall try.

“Prrr-hm… Oh, I do have a memory that would apply to you, I believe, kind Heysel. Your crown, and your garb’s bright colour, it — ah-hm — does remind me of a peculiar fellow I recall seeing around my birthplace of Ariamis. Ah, you see, he too had quite a large, yellow crown, however his, I must say, was far less pleasing in shape, hm. Goodness, how heavy his seemed as well — crrr, no, I did not like it. Perhaps as a perch, but nothing more, certainly not as armour. Hm, silly garb for a silly man.

“Ah, does this suffice as a story? Prrr, if not, I shall also add that this man was quite strange — hm hm, him with his pyromancies, always melting the snow. Skee-hee~, how many times we watched him slip upon slush of his own making! Ah, undoubtedly, the edge of the cliffside was not the best choice of location for one who wielded pyromancies — mm-mm, no. He learned quite quickly to wear phantom reds when enjoying the snow, so that his many falls off the world’s edge did not cause further hollowing, skwaa~!

“Prrr, this is the end of my story. I hope it pleases you, kind Yellowfinger.”