#heh…pretty good commission if you ask me

[juicelessjoe]

“I am the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition.”

@bishacollins

[toxicyeuriii]

Hello friend, may I humbly request, pretty please, a boothill×reader fic? The condiments matter not, for I need sustenance, food to feed myself. Please, oh great weaver of words, make me a tapestry of delectables, all in the image of our beloved boothill.

Hello anon! Thanks for the ask >///< first time writing for a hsr character and tbh I was bluffed with how the fic was gonna be but eventually I thought of something! I was going for a sorta fluff type, though you can interpret the type lmao. But honestly Boothill is such a fun character to read/write! Thanks again for the ask! I hope you aren't hungry after the fic ^^

Before you start reading though, reader is gender neutral and works as like a hardcore hacker/mechanic kinda (silver wolf and vill-v inspired) but honestly the hacker part isnt that noticable, you and boothill are in a relationship (ofc) and he calls you darlin and sugarplum.

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"And then that son of a nice lady came up to me and went pow-pow!"

Boothill exclaimed while you were working on a commission. The commission in mind was a gun repair for guess who? Boothill. His gun got knocked out of his hands during a bounty and got broken on the slide and muzzle, which is being a pain in the ass for you.

"Mhm...."

You said while getting a screwdriver and unscrewing some of the screws that are on the gun.

Boothill apparently thinks that he needs to explain how his gun got damaged, which he doesnt honestly. Though you dont say anything, it's better than silence if you're being honest. And, you know he wont shut up anyways.

"And then when I went to grab my gun, an' then that lil' shirt bag shot the gun outa my dang hand! Ha! But lil' did he know my other hand was a gun too"

"Wait so your gun was shot out of your hand?"

"Yeah, anyways I turned in that mother forker, hehe"

"Huh... Is your hand okay? Do I also have to fix that?"

You said with a little scoff.

"Bingo!"

He said while shooting a finger gun at you.

"You're paying me"

"Wait huh?, but darlin' seriously?"

"Well you shouldn't had been a idiot!"

You said while turning to stare at him, he looked baffled. He was getting a free gun repair while he got to just chill out on the workshops couch.

"Well I thought that you were gonna like, include it was gonna be free, sugarplum"

Sometimes you think he doesnt common sense. Which makes sense, no way you're going to give out a free gun repair to him because you felt nice and hes your boyfriend....

"Yeah well, you can give me some credits, thats the least you owe me"

You said with a little smile, you also like messing with him. You dont have a good poker face to he honest...

He crosses his arms and lays back.

"Fine, whatever"

He was silent for a moment.

"Also quit that smirkin' "

He also said with a little smile, to to which he just covered up with his hat.

You also couldn't keep your 'annoyed' facade up, which you just started to chuckle.

"Stop acting like you aren't! Heh"

"Nuh uh, you seein' things darlin"

"Mhm, sure"

After a little silence his gun was finally done, which you took off your goggles to inspect further, and in your eyes it looked brand spankin new.

"Your gun is donee~"

"Finally, ha. With other mechanics it'd prolly take forever, good thing my sugarplum is the best"

He said while sitting up and coming behind you, while putting his arm over your shoulder.

"Thanks, darlin' "

"Yeah yeah, get on that table, gotta fix your hand now"

You said while getting up and pushing him over to the fixing table, it was mainly for him incase he needed a charge or a fix up. You put back on your goggles and then accessed the damage on his hand.

"Doesnt look too bad"

You said while getting the blowtorch.

"I'll just melt it and mold it back in its shape, good thing the bullet didnt go to deep and into your wires"

You said while also getting some metal scraps from the junk drawer.

"Make sure not to mess up my arm any more, darlin' "

"Trust meee, you know I'm good at what I do!"

"True, do ya thang"

With that you began to get to work, surprisingly it was easier to fix than that gun, which now, that gun is your number one enemy to fix. Though it did save you alot whenever you tagged along boothill in his bounty hunting, you occasionally did to get some data and neat stuff from whoever's yall were hunting for. Sometimes boothill would ask you to hack into security systems for he can get in there without any extra work, but mainly whenever he was feeling lazy.

After some melting and molding, his arm was like new.

"Done"

You said while rolling your chair around to where you put your blowtorch at. You sat up and stretched while taking off your goggles.

"Awe, ya such a sweetheart"

He said while standing up and stretching his metal limbs.

"Dontcha worry, I'll give ya those credits soon sugarplum"

"You better, 'sugarplum' "

"Hey!, that's my nickname for ya"

You chuckle while he comes up to you and ruffle your already messy hair.

"Yeah, sureeee"

He chuckles a little also while bowing his hat.

"Well i gotta get goin' see ya?"

"See you, dont get anything broken again.."

You teased while he hugged you goodbye and talking his departure.

"No promises!"

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Hope you all liked the fic! First time writing him so it might not be in character much, if not then sorry! Anyways have a good day and bye! ^^

[loaksky]

COOL now that im home and am officially on break and have a bit more time. here are some things i fucking adored about ur vi fic:

"ur the kind of pretty that makes me want to do bad things" hello 911 i would like to report a murder

vi being a loser and down bad and just an overall simp is SO so in character for her bc like she is a lover girl at heart; she loves so hard and so deep and so STUPIDLY and you captured that so well in ur fic

sevika? ? ? ?? a cunt. but also serving cunt. we stan

the puck off bracelet. brb while i commission an etsy artist to make it tbh

vi having a rep for being a player but like. being so whipped for u that all her teammates like "lol oKAY" is on brand and so insane honestly

i kind of love roommate!maddie

vi being kind of a genius is also canon thank u for acknowledging/including that in the fic, it just made the lesbian miscommunication THAT much better

“Anymore concerns, cupcake?” what if i swan-dove off the nearest building WHAT THEN

pineapple on pizza is superior. i will sick warwick on anyone who disagrees

i truly have no clue who ellie and abby are i only know them thru the variety of vi-fics i've read on tumblr bc they seem to be popular overlaps with vi-stans (which we love!!!) but their characters in ur fic specifically is so good

ANIMAL PLANET!!!! did you ever watch those "the most XTREME" countdown shows bc THOSE WERE MY ENTIRE CHILDHOOD

i sadly cant smoke bc of medical conditions but i would still let vi smoke me out cool yeah whatever goodbye

“I’ve been fantasizing about fucking you on your couch.” hi i'd like to buy a gun.

“Think I’ve always wanted to have you,” /GUNSHOTS/

look see now i also have a huge problem and it's the fact that i'll never get over this fic i fear. never. ever. ugh. UGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1111

OHMYGODDDDDD, i’ve been looking for a moment to actually reply to this because i SCREAMED! when i saw this ask!! I LOVE YOUUuuuuUuuUuuuuuU!!!! this whole this made me giggle thank yEW for the time you took to share your thoughts i’m DEAD! A FEW THINGS I’D LOVE TO REPLY TO:

YES! vi is a certified lover girl idc what anyone says WHICH IS WHY i have to challenge this with one of my upcoming fics :]

sev is so cunt in every aspect of the word, i can’t wait to write more for her /screams/

genius!vi is SO cannon! i stand by the fact that she’s such a smartypants (brb thoughts are being THUNK)

pineapple in pizza is SO yum, i’m not even sorry!!

ellie & abby are my first loves ohmygod, tlou tumblr had me in a chokehold last year holy fuck

YES I LOVE ANIMAL PLANET I HAD TO PAY HOMAGE

i lowkey don’t like smoking, but it can be such an intimate / hot exchange and it makes me so h-WORD! VI ALSO COULD SMOKE ME OUT ANYTIME IDC!

yea idk where some of that dialogue came from in the smut part BUT IM NOT MAD AT IT heh

ANYWHO!! i see those chapters of figure eights AND IM SAUR READY to curl up in a ball in bed + kick my feet + spam ur inbox with my screaming !!

love you bad bae!!

[thevanillerose]

TOUGH | YANDERE!MONDO x READER | DANGANRONPA

~ WRITING COMMISSIONS ~ ~ PATREON ~ ~ KO-FI ~ ~ NOVELS

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not own anything except my own writing. All properties belong to their respective creators.

CONTENT WARNING: Yandere / Violence / Major character death A/N: Man got hair like a corn cob but still manages to be hot???

The locker door felt like ice against your back.

Even when you'd worked up such a sweat.

He was usually angry for some reason or another, granted. But it would usually be because of something petty (like one of his numerous bro feuds with Ishimaru), and he'd usually only be letting himself get infuriated for the sake of bravado. This felt entirely different to that.

It was entirely different.

Mondo Oowada, the biker thug with a rough attitude. Handsome, gruff, tall and muscled. Not the kind of giant you'd expect to be hanging around in the girls' changing room, but yet here he was, towering over you, cornering you against the place where you had been hoping to retrieve your belongings and get out of here, just so you could go take a well needed rest.

He wasn't about to allow that. His piercing eyes glared down at you from a shadowed gaze, not just due to the one his hair cast either. It was a kind of look you had never seen him show before, not even when he'd been on one of his manly rants.

Murderous.

That was the perfect word to describe it. Simply murderous.

“O-Oowada, what are you...what are you doing in here?” you shied away from him instinctively, pressing your back even tighter to the metal behind it. At first his sudden barging in here when it was already pretty late and he was hardly welcome had seemed odd. To say nothing of how he managed to get in here in the first place. Either way, it had startled you, but now that fear was stemming from confusion more than anything else.

Teeth grit, he stepped even closer to you, his shoes almost touching your bare feet.

“Since when you start comin' here so late?”

Baffled, you could only stutter out an answer: “Th-that's...I'm usually too busy during the day-”

“Busy with what?”

“W-well I...” you looked aside quickly reaching up to clutch your arm. What the hell was going on!? Why had he suddenly come into the girls' changing room, and why was he asking you these questions? Still, despite how lost and nervous you felt, you still looked back at him and answered:

“Recently I...I spend most of the daytime with Chihiro so-”

You trailed off. Even his visible twitching was disturbingly violent. You watched with increasing tension as his hands balled up into fists by his sides.

“...Chihiro? That was the first name that ya thought of, eh? Funny...”

His head turned down a little, casting those eyes even deeper into darkness and making them glow.

“So tell me, and be honest [Y/N]. Didja hear it?”

“...H...hear it? Hear what Oowada?” you questioned with eyes as wide as ever. One hand unfurled just so he could rub it against his brow, tilting his head to the side and cracking one eye just a little further open than the other.

“Don't play fuckin' dumb with me. You just happen to be here at this time by chance? When I was planning that shit for weeks and you never once showed up before? Bullshit...”

Suddenly both hands came flying for you and you squealed. They only slammed against the locker either side of you, making it shake.

“BULLSHIT! How long have you known about it, huh? Didja come here to stop me or something?” Mondo leaned in further and growled at you, “Well too late pipsqueak because he's already fuckin' dead.”

Just like that your blood ran cold.

“Wait...what?”

“Still playin' dumb with me?” Mondo broke out into a sickening smirk, one that seemed too shaky to be very confident. “Your little lover Chihiro. I beat him over the head nice and good, heh...”

Him.

You almost couldn't register the fact that he was admitting to murder, yet you picked up on that slip immediately. Mondo must have noticed that beyond the shock you were already showing in your speechless way, and he nodded.

“Yeah that's right, he told me all about his secret. I thought maybe you only liked gals but I guess this makes sense too. Idiot, guess he thought I might be able to help him.”

You were stunned. Chihiro had confided in you about that when Monokuma brought up the new incentive with your deepest secrets. He, or really she, had seemed like she wanted to have some kind of strength.

But when it came to physical strength...Mondo still won.

And he had won. You noticed it now. A splatter of blood on his cheek.

He really killed-

-Suddenly you just lost control. You simply let your hand fly up and smack against his cheek as hard as possible.

Immediately you regretted it. Mondo remained frozen for just a second, and then suddenly his own hands were around your neck, thrusting you back with a hard bang against the locker you had already been using as sanctuary, and you cried out weakly as his grip only tightened and tightened more and more. His nails pressed into your skin hard enough that it could have broken, and you really felt like he was going to snap your head off.

“You wanna fuckin' PUSH IT with me!? Then you can join him, or her, or whatever! You can join ALL of 'em!”

You really felt like you were going to die.

“Say thanks to that bitch Sayaka for me too, I used her handbook to get in here. Clever thinkin' eh!?”

You really felt like this was the end.

“Shame I gotta waste my time disguisin' two bodies in here now. Even when you're both dead you're still giving me SHIT to deal with!”

You really felt like...you'd be seeing Chihiro again soon...

“...That's it...you won't be breakin' my heart when you're dead...”

Breaking his heart? Could it be...

...Chihiro and I...he must have been jealous.

That's why he...killed her.

And that's why he's going to...kill me.

There was no way you could fight back. Even if you hadn't been dazed and suffocating you still wouldn't have been strong enough to resist him. Your mind was lost, you didn't know what to do.

You didn't want him to kill you. Not just for your own sake.

For Chihiro's too. People had to know...they had to know the truth so that she could be avenged.

So your hand, trembling as it was, came up and graced his cheek. You ignored the dried blood upon it, trying not to think about that tragedy. You simply pressed your palm flush with his skin and begged with whatever wheezing breath you had:

“...Please...”

Mondo froze again, but this time not in furious anger. In utter shock.

It was the first time you had ever touched him like that, and you were as soft as he had always imagined. And he had imagined for so long. Imagined so many things about you, because what else could he do?

It had seemed so obvious that you liked Chihiro. That was the type you went for, wasn't it? Small. Delicate. Kind. Gentle. Nothing like him. He had been so convinced that you'd never so much as look his way, and yet he couldn't bring himself to accept it. The mere idea of you ignoring him forever in favour of that weakling made him so mad.

Monokuma's excuse for them to kill had been the trigger he so desperately needed. The bloodlust came easily then. And he thought it would come easy now too. What reason did he have to let you live? You knew everything now, so you'd only be a liability. Even if you hadn't known, he feared regardless that even with Chihiro out of the picture your heart would still only be for her. That you'd spend every passing day mourning, still never looking his way.

A foolish hope, to think you might move on and become his as he had always wanted. That you might forget about Chihiro. Killing her had been necessary in those cruel purple eyes of his anyway, whether you ended up loving him or not. Had there ever really been any other option?

No. Chihiro had to die, and surely you had to as well.

Yet...as he felt your trembling touch, he hesitated. The dazed and almost tragically dreamy look in your gorgeous eyes. Your quivering lips that seemed to be begging for a kiss. Your perfect body, completely at his behest.

If he killed you...what would he have left to live for? Surely it would be no problem to keep you alive but make sure you kept your mouth shut too?

Make sure you did plenty of other things as well. Yes...he couldn't forget.

He was the toughest. The strongest. He was in charge here.

Hah...that's right. Why do I even gotta worry?

Gradually his hands slipped away, and he let you crumble to the floor, falling into a breathless and desperately gasping heap at his feet. Mondo simply looked down at you from the shadow painted on his face and let a dark smile curl his lips, calmer now.

He really didn't need to fret in the slightest. You'd do exactly what he said. You'd keep your mouth shut. You'd throw away the memory of that pathetic loser.

You'd love him back.

Or else.

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Kickin and the Worldwide Communication Errors

This takes place in the "Angel saves everyone" AU, around a year post-game! Kickin and Hoppy have an argument over who knows brazilian portuguese more, and things get funky when he has the chance to prove himself to the others. No warnings necessary except for some swear words here and there. This work has been requested/commissioned by @jmr0303 as a way of supporting me. Thank you so much!

“EU SOU O MELHOR FALADOR DE PORTUGUÊS DESSA CASA!”

Kickin’s yell echoed through the house. There, standing straight on the sofa and pointing directly at everyone else below him, he felt like he might as well have worn the argument just by dramatics alone. He was the king of the living room, an unstoppable force in the art of speaking their parent’s native language, the…

“É ‘falante’, não ‘falador’”.

Kickin blinked, staring down at Hoppy. She crossed her arms, lying against the armchair, while Boxy Boo sat next to her on the floor, drawing something with his crayons. To add insult to injury, Hoppy was smirking.

“Face it, Kicks”, she pointed at him. “I’m the best”.

“Não é, não!”, he groaned, trying to pronounce each and every word as best as he physically could. “If we don’t count dad, I’m the best. I started learning way before you!”

“You could have started learning three decades ago, and it still wouldn’t matter. You gotta use your brain to do this sort of thing. Not like you would know that!”

“Says the girl who doesn’t know how to write the right porquê!”

“Says the chicken who has to ask dad to speak slowly so he can understand how to say hi in Portuguese”.

“… Says the giant bunny who still has to clean the play room for me”.

“Dad!”

Kickin jumped out of the sofa in instinct, already fearing trouble. Angel popped up from the entrance that led to the kitchen, their talent for scaring everyone getting the best of him yet again. Kickin had a theory that the reason why Angel of all people always scared him was because they had some sort of “parental power” or something like that. It was embarrassing. He had dealt with worse things than them! But, hey, at least Hoppy also got scared, and now she was looking away from their dad, which meant one thing:

Kickin won the argument. Hah. HAH!

“Go on, girl, you can do it”, their parent continued, scratching the girl’s head. “Can you help ya sister for me, Boo-Boo? I’ll put your drawings away for ya”.

Boxy purred in affirmation, happily spinning in place.

“Great. Kicks, could you turn on the lights outside? It’s getting kinda foggy, and I don’t want Theo to get lost on his way back home again. You know how he is…”

Kickin nodded: “Yes, sir!”, he smirked. “On my way! Good luck with cleaning your mess, Hoppsy”.

Angel was too confused to ask him what that was about, but Hoppy blew a raspberry at him, marching out of the living room. Heh, that was the price she deserved to pay for interrupting him and Bubba’s weekly walk through the woods that one time…

Speaking of woods. Kickin didn’t know it at that moment, but his knowledge of Portuguese would be challenged very, very quickly, as the world’s most lost man had just appeared in the family farm’s vicinity.

The man’s name was Francisco, also nicknamed Fran by his friends. He was just a tourist on vacation for a few weeks, wanting to experience the beauty of nature while hiking, and maybe even bring a souvenir or two back to his family, all the way back in Portugal. He was in the USA with a few friends, hikers just like him.

He, however, wasn’t at the farm with a few friends, hikers just like him.

Fran had taken a pause, a very quick pause, mind you, just to take a break from hiking. It was a pretty safe trail, so the group decided to go ahead and meet him in another spot. Which was a thing that he could do, mind you, and a thing that he had done before, mind you (!), if it wasn’t for the fact the world’s thickest and densest fog to ever exist on planet Earth had just settled in all around him.

The man couldn’t even distinguish what was right in front of him. It was a miracle that he could barely see his own feet! How was he supposed to go back now? He sung to himself in an attempt to calm down his own mind, but after the first few minutes of trying to find out where was he, Francisco found out that maybe he was outside the trail. And then he retraced his steps, and the minutes that would have taken him to go back turned into a whole hour, and he still had no idea where he was. Him singing Nevoeiro certainly wasn’t helping his case. Francisco was thinking about just accepting defeat and wait for the fog to go away when a miracle happened.

There, in the distance, a series of lights popped up. Lights! In the middle of a forest! It didn’t take him much to decide to approach them, and, next thing he knew (after almost falling down quite a few times), he was on what seemed to be the backyard of a… Farmhouse? So close to the trail? Well, it looked like one, so it must be one, right? It’s not like he had many options, regardless.

Oh. Speaking of options…

He was running out of them. Sure, Francisco knew the basic basics of English, he knew how to say “hi” and “how are you” and “the books are on the table”, but asides from that, only God himself could help him. Or, well, his phrasebook could, if he hadn’t left it with one of his friends. What was he thinking?! Okay, he wasn’t planning to get lost, which is fair, but now he is lost, and he barely knows his English, how was he even supposed to explain his situation, and oh God, what was that sound?!

And now, we circle all the way back to Kickin, who believed, until five seconds ago, that he was completely alone in the backyard, until he heard someone singing in the distance.

He very quickly noticed a mysterious figure in the fog. Kickin’s vision was pretty good, but he had no idea who that was. Too tall to be Ollie or one of the minis, too small to be anyone else. That was a complete stranger right then, right there! His dad wasn’t expecting a visit, so who…

“Hi! Uh… Help…!”

Kickin squinted at the voice. Just what…

“Help!”

“Who are you?”, he asked, very suspiciously, and not daring to approach.

“Hi!”, oh, wait, he could see that guy better now. “No English. Português? Uh, Portuguese?”

Kickin blinked. That accent… WHAT. A Portuguese speaker popping up in the middle of nowhere just when he just had an argument over his own understanding of the language? Was God or someone blessing him with an opportunity to rub his knowledge on Hoppy’s face? Dang, he was feeling lucky.

Kickin cleared his throat. “Eu falo um pouco!”, he announced to the stranger, hoping that his own accent wasn’t too heavy.

“Meu Deus, que milagre!”

A miracle? Yeah, Kickin could believe that. He gave the stranger a smirk, now finally able to see him: Just a normal-looking guy with a beard, short curly hair and equipped with a big backpack. A hiker, he assumed.

“Meu Deus, nem acredito que também falas português!”, the man approached him, very, very happy. Kickin felt himself squirm, only understanding the “you also speak portuguese!” part. “Ando há horas por aqui! Não faço ideia onde está o meu grupo. Estávamos a caminhar, tive de fazer uma pausa e depois perdi-me. De onde és?”

Uh.

Kickin forced his smile to stay on his face.

What the heck did that guy just say. He spoke way too fast for what the critter was used to! The stranger was… Hiking? And then got lost? Urgh, sounds bad. And that question? Where was he from? Uh…

“… Brasil”, he managed to reply, about saying Brazil instead. “De onde… Você… É?”

NAILED IT.

“Lisboa! O que um brasileiro está aqui a fazer? Perdeu-se? Hah, hah!”

Kickin laughed.

He had no idea what the guy is talking about, but it’s okay, he could CERTAINLY figure it out. Eventually

“Onde estamos? Não é um trilho…”

“... Uh...”

“Uh?”

Okay. What. Kickin rubbed his neck, already irritated at himself. He just understood a bunch of gibberish. Angel did tell him about different accents, but dang, this was hard.

“Que lugar é este?”

AH, YES, YES, YES, HE UNDERSTOOD IT NOW, HAHAHAHAHAHA. Now, all he had to do was answer. Ahem:

“Tamo na fazenda da minha mãe!”

“Fazenda?”, the man tilted his head. “Ah, a quina!”

… What. Kickin swore he had just said “we’re at my mother’s farm”, fazenda means farm, so why is this stranger saying quina? What does quina even mean? Oh, he must have said something wrong. More embarrassed than before, Kickin decided to repeat himself:

“Não, uma fazenda!”

Maybe this was one of those situations where people used a different word for the same thing? A regional stuff? Kickin didn’t know where the heck Lisboa was located at. Brazil was way too big and he didn’t know enough. Argh! Now this felt humiliating! Better redirect the guy to Angel, then:

“A fazenda da minha mãe. Ela pode ajudar você. Ela fala brasi– português melhor do que eu”.

“Ah, que bom, que ótimo, que maravilhoso!”, the stranger nodded, more than happy to know there was someone out there who knew Portuguese better than Kickin did. Hopefully, he could still gloat to Hoppy how good he was getting! “Estou tão feliz que haja uma rapariga que me possa ajudar!”

[something something] happy that there’s a rapariga that can help me?, Kickin thought to himself. What does rapariga mean…?!

He went through his mental dictionary. Rapariga… Reminds me of rapaz. Guy? No, it’s not “guy”.

Rapariga…

Rapariga…

Rapar…

His eyes went wide.

“UMA O QUÊ–”

WHO THE FUCK CALLS SOMEONE’S MOTHER A RAPARIGA?! W-WHAT WAS THIS GUY THINKING?! WHAT?! Kickin grunted, now more angry than ever before. What was he supposed to say? He knew his swear words, but which one should he say?! ARGH, if only he could just punch that guy without causing even more problems–

“Kickin! You okay, kid? What’s taking you so long to… Uh?”

“Mom!”

Kickin approached Angel. Ah, he was so, SO freaking lucky! The human tilted their head in confusion, obviously noticing the guy standing right in front of the critter, but unable to see who was it.

“A hiker got lost”, he explained. “I think, I don’t really care, he just called you a fucking rapariga–”

“A what?”

“A rapariga!”

“… Where is he from?”

“Lis… Lis-boa. Lisboa. What state is it at?”

Kickin’s parent expression changed, going from confusion, to amused. He crossed his arms, feeling even more offended, before Angel opened their mouth:

“Kickin, Lisbon is in Portugal, not Brazil. Let me talk to that g…”

“Oi? Você é a mãe deste rapaz?”

“Sou, sim!”, they nodded at the stranger, just as Kickin was crossing his arms in annoyance and anger. They exchanged a few words that the critter for sure did NOT get, and then. And! THEN!

Angel laughed.

Loudly laughed.

“What’s up?!”, Kickin demanded, annoyed. “Dad!”

“Oh my God–”, Angel wheezed, finally finding the stranger. The man seemed confused, of course he was, HE BETTER BE, but Angel gave him a pat in the back, wiping their tears off: “Desculpa, ainda não ensinei meu filho como que o teu português funciona. Ele achou que você fosse brasileiro”.

“Achou?”, the stranger chuckled. “Ah, me desculpa! Eu não achei que–”

“Ah, não esquenta a cabeça não, fica tranquilo. Só fala mais devagar pra ele entender melhor”.

“Mãe!”, Kickin called again. “O que foi?!”, he demanded right after.

“He was speaking Portugal’s version of Portuguese, Kicks. Rapariga is just ‘lady’ to them. He wasn’t calling me a slut”, Angel shrugged, still giggling.

Kickin could feel his face turning red, despite that not being exactly possible, giving all of his feathers. He felt like an ostrich wanting to burrow their head SOMEWHERE. Damnit, his only opportunity at proving himself, and it was with someone who didn’t even SPEAK Brazilian Portuguese?! Just like that?! Oh, Hoppy was going to be so annoying about this…

And then Kickin noticed that his dad was inviting the stranger to come inside, away from the cold, and now he wanted to die, just imagining Hoppy annoying him. Urgh!

Well! Whatever! He wasn’t a COWARD, he could still show off his skills, now that he knew what the heck was going on. Kickin marched his way inside, more determined than ever, almost not noticing how the hiker seemed surprise at seeing him. The critter guessed the guy didn’t notice he was talking to a giant chicken, somehow. Either the man had poor eyesight, or that fog was really that bad. Regardless, Angel explained that the kids around the house are the ones from the PlayCo. situation, then offered the visitor – Francisco – some coffee.

“Quer pão?”, Kickin offered. Bread always goes along coffee, Angel had taught him, and it would be rude to not offer food.

“Só um cacetinho, por favor”.

Kickin blinked “Um cacete?”

“Pão, Kicks”, Angel corrected him. “That’s how they say it”.

“Cacetinho?’”

“Don’t even try using that word to escape the swear ban around the little ones”.

“Yes, sir”, he nodded,.

Imagine calling something a cacete, Kickin thought to himself. Cacetinho… It’s like calling bread “little fuck”. The fuck..., and then he shook his head, noticing that the younger toys had noticed a stranger in the house. Angel asked the critter to keep an eye out for them, and he accepted the challenge, of course, despite being very annoyed by it. Kickin didn’t want to be just a babysitter! He wanted to learn! Which was extremely weird coming from him, but anyways, he wanted to learn and hear and show EVERYONE what he was REALLY capable of! And maybe make Angel proud in the process or something…?

But, soon enough, everyone noted that the fog had cleared. Not by a lot, but enough for them to see what was up ahead. Francisco left the house and rub the back of his neck, clearly embarrassed. Kickin stared at him, trying not to look too curious (he was too cool for that), while Angel talked something to the hike.

“Parece que o trilho esteve mesmo na minha frente o tempo todo…”, Francisco muttered, thankfully slow enough for Kickin to understand that...

Ah, now that’s embarrassing.

Kickin could see a small pathway close to the woods, a place he had ignored up until that moment. So that was the trail that guy was talking about! It was right there all along! Francisco apparently had wondered around in circles for a whole hour before finding out there was a house right in front of him.

“Consegue voltar desse jeito, Francisco?”, Angel asked the man.

“Consigo, sim. Obrigado pela ajuda, Raphael”.

Angel then gave Kickin a look, and he sighed.

“Desculpa pelo mal-entendido”, Kickin apologised. Francisco shrugged and told him it was no big deal, and, after that, the critter watched as the hiker slowly went back to the trail, safe and sound.

Coincidentally, a small group of three other people popped up in the distance. They gave Francisco headpats and hugs, and Kickin realized that they must be his hiking group, likely going back to rescue their friend. Well, too late for a rescue, but at least they were all reunited. Fran waved back one last time, and then he and the others disappeared back to the trail.

Well, that sure must have been a crazy adventure for Francisco… Kickin hoped he had made a good impression, and wasn’t just a weird overgrown son that couldn’t even say tudo bem without sounding incomprehensible.

“That sure was something!”, Poppy muttered on the window. Kickin hoped no one had seen him jump from her sudden apparition. Was she learning that from Angel?! Really?! Argh! “I had no idea there was a hiking trail right next to us!”

“Me neither, Pops”, Angel went back in, Kickin following behind. “I didn’t know there was even a trail to begin with…”

“I’m worried about it, dad”, the doll continued, still on the window seat. “I don’t think leaving that over there will be a good idea”.

“Yeah, speaking about that. We should make some signs pointing away from the farm. Don’t want people using the ‘sorry, got lost on the trail conveniently close to your house’ excuse to bother you kids. That guy over there got really unlucky…”

Kickin gave Angel a smug smile before pointing at his own chest: “Thankfully, yours truly was there to help!”

His dad playfully shook their head, punching one of his arms in what the critter knew was a very good sign of approval: “Sure did, Kicks. Sure did”.

“Excuse me”.

Kickin never felt unhappier to hear Hoppy’s smug, smug voice. He didn’t even react when she, too, gave him a (playful) punch, this time to the back, and wrapped her arm around his shoulders:

“You call THAT being better at Portuguese than ME? Pffft, a kid would be better than you!”

He rolled his eyes: “At least that guy found ME instead of, I don’t know, CATNAP! I was able to help! What about you, who had your ass stuck on the play room cleaning your own mess?”

“Well, I–”

A loud, loud series of screams echoed in the background. Kickin didn’t recognize it from anyone in the house, and it was far too distant to be coming from WITHIN said house. He felt a momentarily shiver until he and Hoppy exchanged a stare, and, at the same time, realized something very important:

“Oh my God, Catnap found the guy”.

Silence.

They heard even more screams, all very different from the first.

“… And his friends, too”.

Then Hoppy wheezed as a response, and Kickin laughed out loud. Angel sighed (of course), rubbing their temples and quietly praying for a miracle before giving the duo a look, to which they laughed even harder, and now Angel was giggling as well.

Another series of incoherent screaming echoed. It sounded pitiful, to say the least, and that roar? Yeah, Francisco and his friends were in for one hell of a time.

“Look on the bright side, dad!”, Kickin pointed out. “Now the rumors of a giant monster will keep the hikers away from us!”

“Or the rumors of a chicken who can’t even say fazenda will–”

The yellow critter gave Hoppy a well-placed punch in the back, enough for her to feel it, but not strong enough for her to be able to complain. She blew him a raspberry, he returned the gesture, and now, Angel was leaving the house.

“Poppy, you take care of these two, I’m going to take care of Catnap”.

“HEY!”

“Wish me luuuck~!”

And off they went!

[partyblakerz]

I'll meet you in the evening so we can swim tonight ~

Summary: The DudeHusbands's pool is out of commission, so they go to the lake to cool off.

Rated T for swearing, drinking/drug refs, and a mildly suggestive scene where Adam and Blake check Dersy out in his speedo.

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The sweltering Rancho summer heat was taking a serious toll on Adam, Blake, and Anders.

The ice in Anders's coffee melted in just a minute. Their car became a sweat lodge since they couldn't find a single space in the shade. To top it all off, they had to put up with Alice chewing them out about squirting each other with mist fans in the middle of an office tangled in telephone lines. Especially since said fans were full of beer rather than water. The usual.

Ultimately, it didn't matter if their means of staying cool in the office were confiscated. After all, they knew they could use their pool when they got home.

If it wasn't completely trashed when they got home.

"Uh, what's goin' on here?" Blake asked, alarmed at the scene in front of him.

The pool was occupied by a mountain of debris. The basin was full of tables, soggy pizza boxes, and even an entire log in the hot tub. It looked to be emptied somewhat, and what water was left over was clouded and mucky.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Anders noted, frustrated by what he witnessed. "Of course this has to happen the day we actually need our pool."

Anders continued surveying the damage. The Norwegian man eventually came to a disappointing conclusion.

"Damn. From the looks of this it's gonna take us a whole day to clean this mess. Maybe two if Adam takes his sweet time to use the damn PlayStation all day again." Anders remarked.

"Well that sucks, because now we've got no choice but to smoke some dro and watch our dicks melt into the pavement." Adam griped, crossing his arms.

"Dude, relax. I know a good spot I used to visit to take some post-practice dips. We'll worry about the pool tomorrow." Anders promised.

"Sounds pretty dope." Blake said, giving a thumbs up.

"Well what the hell are you waiting for? S'GO!" Adam crowed, eager to gain some relief from the beating sun.

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One quick drive later, the trio arrived at the lake. It was an expansive body of water, located in a quiet and relatively secluded spot lined with tall green trees.

Naturally, Anders immersed himself in the refreshing pond first. He slid his swimming goggles over his eyes and began gliding on the lake's surface, feeling the water graze his skin. He may have missed the satisfying scent of chlorine, but any time he could spend in the water was fine with him.

From a distance Blake sat on the lakeshore, dipping his feet in the cool water and watching Anders mirthfully swimming laps with aplomb. After what seemed like forever, he stood up in the lake's shoal. Bright gold rays shone on his stomach and the pectorals on his chest. Droplets trailed down his shapely legs, which were accentuated by the red speedo he donned. Blake's eyes were affixed, completely unable to even briefly glance at anything else until Adam verbalized exactly what was on his mind.

"Hot daaaaamn! I see you staring Ders down like that and I can't blame you one bit."

"Yeah, I gotta say he's lookin' pretty hot right now. And not just because it is pretty hot right now." Blake replied with a nod.

"And absolutely nobody can resist staring at his tittaaaaaaays! REWR!" Adam shrieked, making claws with his hands.

"Heh, I like everything about the dude, really."

"Oh, he's ridiculously attractive. But don't you dare forget that the pinnacle of sexiness is sitting in front of you right now. That's right! I spent months working on my beach bod and it paid off." Adam began to flex, flaunting his stout physique.

"It suuuure did, braj." Blake softly murmured. His face flushed a soft pink as he continued gazing, this time at both of his partners. He never imagined that he'd have such a handsome boyfriend in his life, let alone two.

"Hey guys!" Anders exclaimed. He climbed out of the drink with a smile and walked closer to his partners, who were watching him in awe. "The water's great. As always. I'm really surprised you haven't come in yet."

"In a minute, Ders! Gotta finish this can first." Adam said, swallowing a whole can of beer.

"Yeah, how deep is that lake? It'd be cool if you could show us how to, y'know, swim better." Blake suggested.

At that moment, Anders realized he had a great opportunity to teach his boyfriends how to swim. Something more substantial than pointers like "HOV" or "Hangin' With Mr. Cooper".

"Then today's the day I finally show you two how it's done."

"Whaaaa?" Adam asked, throwing the empty can in his hand aside.

"In case you haven't known me for 15 years of your life, the water is kind of my deal. If you were on a plane, or a boat, or that chopper you dreamed about riding in last night, and you fell into the sea, you wouldn't last 30 seconds before you sink and die." Anders explained.

"He kinda has a point." Blake stated, nodding.

"And lucky for you guys, you're getting lessons from the 50 yard butterfly practice record holder. The bronze medalist of the 100 yard freestyle at city regionals. The 5th place ribbon holder of the-."

"Well jeez, tell us something we don't know! We saw you workin' your magic out there." Adam interrupted, pointing at the swimmer with a cheeky smile. "You're the best guy who could show us that sorta thing. Behind Ryan Lochte."

"Hey man, I've got nothing but mad respect for him. I'll take that as a compliment of the highest regard." Anders smiled before heading back into the lake, with his boyfriends following closely behind.

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"Now, if you want to know how to swim, you'll need to know how to float. All you have to do is lie down and arch your back."

Blake did as he was told, and felt Anders holding onto his back. It felt a bit surreal to be suspended by the water below him, but he felt secure in the clasp of Anders's hands.

"Hey Ders," Blake began, tilting his head back as Anders continued holding onto him. "You're not gonna let go just yet, right?"

"Not until you want me to." Anders assured.

"That's nice, because being left in the middle of this lake where I could die seems kinda freaky." Blake quivered a bit.

"Look, I know it's scary. But when it comes to staying afloat the key is to relax. I got you, Blazer."

Blake nodded and closed his eyes. He let his mind wander until he almost completely forgot about his apprehension. All that was on his mind was the man who stood behind him, watching him, instructing him, protecting him.

"I think I'm ready now, Dersy."

Blake felt his boyfriend gradually lower his hands until they no longer touched his back. To his surprise, he didn't sink. He instead found hiself buoyantly lying atop the placid water. A relaxed smile graced his face, and he settled into the liquid's grasp peacefully.

Anders was elated. He couldn't think of anything better than watching the man he loved learning more about the activity he loved with such enthusiasm. He cupped his hands around Blake's head, feeling his lengthy, saturated hair brush the back of his hands. Leaning forward, he left a soft peck on his forehead. Blake's denim blue eyes shot open after recieving the affectionate gesture.

"Whoa. Ders..." Blake smiled. He stood back on his feet in the shallows and blushed.

"It's nothing, really. Just a little something to take your mind off the fear of it all." Anders stated with a slight smile.

“Well it worked like a freaking charm!” Blake replied. "Come to think of it, I could stay here all day. Just let all my fucks melt away into this pond."

Blake laid back onto the top of the lake, letting its water carry him. Meanwhile, Adam paced around the dock. He was supposed to be observing Anders and Blake, but in true Demamp fashion, he just couldn't stay put.

"WHAAAOOOO!"

Adam hopped off the wooden planks and crashed into the lake. Right near Blake. As he hit the water, the force of his jump knocked the floating man over, and they both sank into the green deluge. Within seconds Anders pulled them back up and he glanced at his two sputtering boyfriends with a look of befuddlement and concern.

"Hey! The fuck are you doing?" Anders asked.

"Calm down, I was just practicing some extreme dock jumping. It's a whole regimen. Might put it in the next installment of Demamp Camp. DEMAMP CAMP VOLUME 3: 3 DEMAMP 3 CAMP!" Adam roared, enthusiastic about his endeavor.

"Look, just try to be more careful, okay? I love you guys too much to have any of you drowning on my watch." Anders scolded protectively.

"FINE, Ders-el Hasselhoff." Adam muttered sheepishly.

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After the events that transpired before, Anders declared that a lesson in treading water was in order.

"Alright guys, egg beater kicks! Move those legs like you're peddling at the X-Games! I know you have it in you." Anders encouraged, watching Adam and Blake doing the same motions he was demonstrating.

"I'm! Doing it! Anders!" Adam panted, barely keeping himself afloat as his head bobbed in the lake. "X-GAAAMES!"

When he declared that they had mastered water treading, Anders had them practice their kicks more as they held onto the edge of the lake.

"Excellent frog kick, Blazer." Anders complimented.

"Thanks, braj."

Anders swam over to check on Adam, who managed to pull off skillful kicks as well. Forceful kicks, but kicks nonetheless.

Eventually the two of them were beginning to make their way through the lake. As he watched over them, Anders began telling his partners yet another anecdote about his favorite sport and all-encompassing interest.

"So there I was. It was my yearlong stint as the alternate captain of the varsity swim team. Our main captain was out and I had to do 15 laps of underwaters on the spot." Anders began.

"And I really pushed myself. I emerged from the pool coughing every time. It was hard work but man, it felt great standing on that podium on competition day. Sure, I'm proud of that accomplishment, but I still don't understand why they never called me the reigning king of underwa-Ders."

Adam and Blake both chuckled at their boyfriend's cheesy pun. Suddenly, Adam made a proposal.

"Hey Ders, you think you could show us how to do some underwaters? Maaaaybe?"

Anders paused. He was reluctant to do so, knowing that Adam knew nothing more than a mere doggy paddle. And then an idea materialized in his head.

"You know what? I think we could try it. Just stay close and follow my lead."

Adam and Anders took in deep breaths and the two of them plunged beneath the lake. Adam let himself sink, surrounded by an abundance of bubbles and green hues. The shorter man paddled towards Anders, who was standing on the sediment with his lengthy, robust wingspan.

With several awkward movements, Adam clawed his way through the water and tightly clutched his partner. He let his hands crawl slowly up Anders's back until they reached his shoulders and he affectionately moved his head closer to his chest. The taller man reciprocated, taking him into his own arms and pressing his lips onto his. Something about that peaceful embrace made Adam's usual untiring self want to pause, and remain in that stillness for as long as his lungs would possibly let him.

Moments later Blake descended, his long flowy hair swaying like the scattered plants sprinkled along the subaqueous landscape. He wrapped his arms around his two loves, laying his head down on Anders's back. The three of them were suspended in the lake, completely intertwined.

After half a minute passed they broke away. They remained immersed for a while, glancing at each other with adoring smiles until a cloud of bubbles surged from Adam's nostrils. Subsequently the boyfriends swam up together hand in hand, breaking the surface with exhausted gasps.

"So... How's that for some underwaters?" Anders asked with a grin.

"If that's what underwaters are, then underwaters are freaking epic." Adam gushed.

"There’s more to them than that, but I'll have to explain more about them in depth later." Anders remarked.

"Oh I see what you did there! 'In depth.'" Blake giggled, pointing at Anders.

"That was actually completely unintentional, but I love your spirit, Blazer."

"Y'know, it's cool that we don't have to worry about ending up in a watery grave as much." Blake commented. He looked over his shoulder and was a bit alarmed to see that Adam had disappeared.

"And hey! You're learning. Obviously we'll have to practice more once the pool's cleaned out but-" Anders continued, before getting abruptly cut off.

"SURPRISE, BIATCH!!!"

Adam popped out of the water and pushed his arms forward, ambushing his boyfriend with a large tsunami of lake water.

"Adam!?!"

"Didn't see that coming did you, Ders?"

"Alright, you thought that sneak attack was so clever, but you're about to think twice about crossing the seasoned master of Sharks and Minnows." Anders taunted, before splashing Adam back. To his surprise, his target swiftly dodged the crossfire. Adam erupted into raucous laughter until he was interrupted by a surge of water.

"Hyah!" Blake exclaimed, giggling at his sopping wet partner.

"Oh it is so on." Adam declared, sporting that mischevious grin.

The trio spent the rest of their time in the water splashing each other playfully, laughing and enjoying the refreshing pond together.

Before the three men knew it, the sky became drenched in warm yellows and oranges as the bright sphere in the sky dipped below the horizon. The three men climbed out of the water and sat under the shade of trees, ensconced in their soft towels.

"You know, this isn't a bad way to spend the summer. Just us, some cold ones, and peace." Blake proclaimed, sipping a can of beer. As he sat on the grass, the dappled light shining through the leaves illuminated his soggy curls.

"Wouldn't have it any other way, my DudeHubby." Adam replied, placing his hand on Blake's shoulder.

“I’m just so damn proud of you guys. Watching you in that lake... it felt so great, man.” Anders beamed.

After another hour the light had finally disappeared, usurped by the moon's cooling shade. As the night arrived, they finally piled into their car, ready for another sweltering, yet satisfying day.

[vgckwb]

P4G: Mirror Mirror (A FeMC Story/P4G Rework) Chapter 14: Velvet Rose

After school, Yua headed to the shopping district. She headed to The Velvet Room. Upon entry, her eyes were drawn to a slip of paper on the floor with a pink border, as it was one of the few things in there. “What’s this?” She went to pick it up.

“HEY!” Marie shouted. She grabbed the paper quickly. “That’s MINE! Don’t you DARE look!”

Yua was perplexed. “Uh…sorry…”

Margaret sighed. “Honestly Marie, show some manners. She’s our guest.”

Marie pouted. “So am I…” Margaret sighed once more.

“Uh,” Yua continued, “I just wanted to, you know, check in with you. You know, see if I’m making the right choices and all…”

“Hm hm hm,” Igor chuckled. “While we can offer guidance, what choices you make are ultimately up to you.” Yua was puzzled. “I take it you are concerned about leaving your friend inside that castle for a while.” Yua nodded. “I will tell you so long as you save her, the method of rescue is up to you. Do you want to try and go in now to blitz everything, or take a more cautious approach?”

Yua thought about it. “I think that we need to pace ourselves a little. Especially since Chie only just got her persona. I think she needs some time to recuperate.”

“Well then, that’s your choice,” Igor said. “All we can do is support it.” Yua seemed frustrated, but understanding.

“Although,” Margaret said, “if I may, as long as you’re here, why don’t you assist Marie?”

“Huh?!” Marie said, indignant.

“I think your presence will help bring out a new side to her,” Margaret continued. “Maybe you can help trigger some memories as well.”

“Hmph,” Marie scoffed. “Well, that might be a good thing,” she admitted. “But just because you think I’m a little rude doesn’t mean I need an attitude adjustment.”

“I think ‘rude’ might not be the best descriptor for what I’d call you,” Margaret replied. “I think the more optimal word would be ‘obnoxious’.”

“WHAT?!” yelped Marie. “Hmph. It’s not like I care what you think anyway, you holierthanthoupragmaticbitch!”

“Do you see what I mean?” Margaret asked.

“Eh heh,” Yua chuckled nervously. “Well, um, if she’s been in here for a while, maybe some fresh air will do her good.”

Marie looked over at Yua. “Hmmm. Perhaps you’re not as stupid as you look.” Yua was a little baffled.

“Hm,” Margaret chuckled. “Don’t worry. To her, that was a compliment.” Marie huffed some more.

“Well…I think it’s best if we head out then,” Yua said. She offered her hand to Marie. “Are you coming?”

Marie hesitated. She grasped on. “Fine. But it’s just to get out of here.”

“You will need to come back,” Margaret said. “If you’re out there for too long, the monster will try to get you. If I have to rescue you again, we’ll both be out of commission, and Yua won’t have as much help.”

“Hmph. Fine,” Marie said. “She needs all the help she can get anyway.”

“Eh heh,” Yua chuckled.

“That’s the spirit,” Margaret said. “Have fun you two!”

“We’ll try,” Yua said. She and Marie left The Velvet Room. “So, um, if you don’t mind me asking, what did she mean by ‘monster’?”

Marie paused. “I…I don’t remember anything before the attack. I barely remember the attack. But I was attacked by a monster with a beautiful face. Margaret stepped in, but she was hurt in the process as well. Both of us can’t remember the attack all too well, but we know it was bad. “

“I see…” Yua replied. “Well, um, it seems like my friends and I are going to become apt at fighting monsters. So if we find one with a beautiful face, we’ll do our best to stomp it into the ground.”

Marie smiled. “Thanks.” After a few seconds, she asked “So, what are we doing?”

“Oh, uh, well, I just thought we could go eat somewhere,” Yua informed her. They passed by a beef shop. “Oh, here’s pretty good.”

Marie smelled the air. “It does smell good. I’m in!” They walked up to the counter.

“Oh, hello girls!’ the standee said as they approached. “How may I help you?”

Marie looked over the selection of steaks. “Can we get some of those skewer things?”

“Oh, sure,” the standee replied. “That’ll be 320 yen a pop.”

“Ummm….” Marie said, looking through her bag.

Yua sighed. “I can pay for it. It’s fine.”

“Really?” Marie said. Yua nodded. “Great!”

Yua started to fetch some money when Yosuke passed by. “Hey Yua!” He took notice of Marie. “Woah! You made a new friend? And a cute one at that.”

“Um, yeah…” Yua replied. “Um, this is Marie.”

“Hi,” Marie said, point blank.

“Uh, hi. I’m Yosuke!”

“Got it,” Marie responded.

“So, uh, it seems like you’re getting some steak,” Yosuke said.

“Yeah,” Marie replied.

“Well, uh, as a perfect gentleman, let me take care of the bill,” Yosuke said.

Yua was confused. “Are you sure? Don’t you have to buy Chie a DVD?”

“Relax, I’ll be fine,” Yosue said. He whispered “Besides, this isn’t THAT expensive.” He came up and asked “Three skewers please!”

“Certainly,” the standee said. “Here you go!” She gave them each a skewer.

They sat down and started eating. “So,” Yosuke asked, “how do you two know each other?”

Yua was stunned. “Well, um, hmmmm. It’s complicated.”

“Like, normal complicated?” Yosuke wondered. “Or complicated like…what’s been happening with us?”

“The latter,” Yua informed him.

“Ah,” Yosuke said.

“You trust him with this information?” Marie said. “He doesn’t look up to snuff.”

“Hey!” Yosuke said. “I paid for your steak!”

“Thanks, by the way,” Marie said.

“Well, he’s actually kind of sweet,” Yua said. “He keeps me anchored. And I feel like I need that after what I’ve been through. Plus he’s one of the first people to reach out to me after coming here.”

Marie looked Yosuke over once more. “You’re right. I do see that in him.”

“Um, well, uh,” Yosuke stammered. “Thanks?” Marie chuckled. “How are you enjoying your steak, by the way?”

Marie nodded. “It’s tough, hard to bite into, and getting cold. I like it!”

“Oh,” Yosuke replied. “I wasn’t sure if you were liking it from the descriptors, but all’s well that ends well, I suppose.” Yua chuckled.

Marie chuckled as well. “You’re a strange guy, you know that?” Yosuke was surprised. “But I like that about you. You know, come to think of it, if you were just like everyone else, I think I’d be disappointed.”

“Oh, uh, thanks,” Yosuke said. “So, um, what about you? I mean, you seem to be really good at reading people, and you come off as a little rude at times…”

“THANK YOU,” Marie said.

“...but, um, what else is there to know about you?” Yosuke finished, bewildered.

Marie hesitated. “I’m not sure.”

Yosuke was confused. “Um, well, you see,” Yua jumped in, “Marie has amnesia.”

“Really?” Yosuke said. “Huh.”

“I’m showing her around to see if something’ll jog her memory,” Yua continued.

“I see,” Yosuke said.

Marie took another bite of steak. “To be fair, I think it’s working. I’m really liking this steak. It feels like I’ve had it before!”

“Well, it is the town’s specialty,” Yosuke said. “Maybe you had it when you were here last.”

“Do you know what that would be?” Marie asked.

“Well…no,” Yosuke said. “But I only got here six months ago. And I think I’d remember someone as pretty as you.”

“So, you wouldn’t remember me if I were ugly?” Marie asked.

Yosuke was blindsided. “Well, um, I…don’t think that would be possible?”

“Hm,” Marie said. “You know, I think you’re right.”

Yosuke chuckled, nervously. He then realized something. “Ah crap! I left my key back in my locker in Junes! I gotta go!” He stood up. “Later Yua! Hope to see you again Marie!” He rushed off.

“Bye!” Yua replied.

“Hope to see you too!” Marie replied. She turned back to Yua. “He is certainly something.”

Yua giggled. “Yeah. He’s a good friend.”

“Do you think we’ll be friends?” Marie asked.

“I think you two are friends already,” Yua answered.

“Oh, uh, I was asking more me and you,” Marie said, slightly flustered.

“Oh, uh, right,” Yua said. “Well, I think we’re also already friends.”

Marie smirked. “Well, as friends, I suggest we go somewhere else?”

Yua was concerned. “What about the monster?”

“I still have time,” Marie said. “Plus, I feel safer with you with me.”

Yua slightly blushed. “Well, uh, thanks.” They headed out over to the hill that overlooked the town. “Here we are. This is a nice place. At least to me. A lot of people might say it’s quaint, but I find it serene.”

Marie looked around. “There’s lots of green. Green, Green. Light green. Brown. Dark green.” She smirked.” She pondered to herself for a moment. “Leaves of green fly away. Farewell to you, clouds of the sky. I fly as well, lost as the day. Farewell to you, moon of the night.”

Yua was intrigued. “Was that a poem just now?”

Marie got flustered. “N-No! And even if it was, you didn’t need to hear it!” Her face was beat red.

Yua giggled. “Well, whatever it was, I liked it.”

Marie blushed some more. “Th-thanks.” She noticed the overlook. “Oo! Let’s check that out!” She rushed over. So did Yua. She looked over the town. “Wow. It’s bigger than it seems.”

“Yeah,” Yua smiled. “And yet, it’s still small. It's kind of amazing in that way. Like, to the world, this is just a speck, but in every speck we see now is a world.”

Marie was impressed. “I think you’re something of a poet too.”

Yua smirked. “‘Too’?”

Marie was a little more flustered. “I mean two, as in ‘t-w-o’. Like, you’re such a good poet that you invented poetry two. The sequel!”

Yua chuckled. “Well, I’m sure that there’s more than two types of poetry already.”

“Sh-shut up!” Marie said, pouting. After a few seconds, she and Yua shared a laugh, and then continued to stare at the small town. Marie smiled. “I want to see even more.”

Yua slightly blushed. “Well, that’s what I’m here for.”

“Hm,” Marie acknowledged. “I do feel like I’m remembering something…but it’s still a long ways away. And yet, it feels so close I can almost taste it. I think doing more things will help, as you say, jog my memory.”

Yua nodded. “And worse comes to worse, we can just stick to making new memories.”

Marie smiled. “I’d like that.”

Thou art I… And I am thou…

Thou hast established a new bond…

It brings thee closer to the truth…

Thou shalt be blessed by The Aeon Arcana…

Aeon-Marie: Rank 1

Yua noticed the setting sun. “It’s getting pretty late. I think we should get you back. Because, you know, the monsters like to come out at night.”

Marie sighed. “Yeah. I wish I could spend more time out here with you. But you’re right. It’s not safe yet.”

“Hey,” Yua said, taking Marie’s hand. “Once it is, we can spend a lot more time together.” Marie was startled, slightly blushed, and nodded. Yua dropped Marie off at The Velvet Room before going home for the night.

That night, when Yua went to sleep, she had a vivid dream. She dreamt she was at the overlook, but she was younger than she was now. To her right was the silhouette she had seen recently, and to her left was another silhouette, this one of a young girl with stubby pigtails, wearing a tanktop and sweatpants. “Isn’t the view here great?” the second silhouette said.

Young Yua smiled. “It sure is.”

The first silhouette chuckled. “It’s astounding. It almost feels as if we’re gods looking down on our creation.”

The second silhouette giggled. “You sure do have the heart of a poet.”

The first silhouette got embarrassed. “Well, maybe I do! What’s it to ya?!”

“Alright, settle down you two,” Yua told them. They continued looking. “You know, it feels so serene up here, looking down on everything. When I grow up, I want to move here.”

“Well we’ll be waiting,” the first silhouette said.

“Can’t you just move here now?” the second silhouette wondered.

“I wish,” Yua said. “But my mom doesn’t want to live here. She says she moved out of here because she thought it was too quiet, and there’s not enough stuff to do.”

“That’s crazy,” the first silhouette said. “We haven’t even done HALF of the things we wanted to do today!”

Yua shrugged. “I guess it’s how you look at it all. My mom likes the hustle and bustle of the big city, but I like this place more. It’s almost like time is standing still, you know.”

“Yeah,” the second silhouette said. “But I wish it did more. I think my grandma’s expecting me back soon.”

“And my dad will get angry if I’m out after dark,” the first silhouette added.

Yua stretched. “Well, let’s meet again tomorrow! I only have a few more days left here, but I want to make them count!”

Yua woke up in a sweat. She looked at her hands, bending her fingers. “That…that felt real…was that real?” She tried to focus. She flopped back down. “I think it was real, but I don’t know how to believe it. It feels like something I need to know, but I don’t know it.” She sighed. “Well, I’m sure I’ll figure it out. After all, that’s part of the reason any of this is happening. To figure me out. But it’s frustrating.” She sighed again, and then fell back asleep.

[bellmo15-blog]

Naga Mikaela's Trade Offer

And here we have some more old art from ol Ammer done for me. This time the very first sketch drawing from him. And just like how the Fully Detailed pic of that month was of my sona, this one was of another one of my main OC's, Mikaela (Naga AU version!) Insert you George Lucas meme about poetry here. I mean it's still technically May 4th somewhere in the world so it'd fit.

Do you remember that trade offer meme from a few years ago? You know, the meme of that guy in the fancy business suit making a trade offer which lead to a bunch of memes and edits online? I do. I thought it could be fun to get a pic of a hypnotic serpent doing that. And honestly I could end this description right here if I wanted to because just me saying that under this pic speaks for itself! Naga Mikaela doing the trade offer meme. Sadly for like I bet a majority of you people reading this it's an exclusive trade offer and one I doubt Naga Mikaela would make to most of you.

Naga Mikaela: I don't know, with the way some people are actually thirsty for both me and my human counterpart despite the fact that you've gone out of your way to let them know her and I are canonically lesbians they would probaply be wanting me to make this offer to them anyway. And then kiss them lovingly on the cheeks. Because of course they would.

Hey it could be worse. At least they aren't forcing themselves onto you like some clingy stalker who can't take the hint your not interested in them.

NM: .........

... Some clingy stalker who can't take the hint your not interested in them has tried forcing themselves onto you back in your own universe, haven't they?

NM: Yep. Thankfully, one of the many benifits of having hypnosis is that it's an easy solution to any problem. Speaking off *eyes start glowing a hypnotic colour* Aren't you in the middle of binge watching Invincible right now? Why not go continue that ssshow your clearly enjoying?

... @.@ Yes mistress......

NM: Now that he's gone, yeah looking back this is a pretty amusing pic. And I must say, I love how I was drawn in this one. Little wonder Bellmo is supporting this guy on Ko-Fi. Say, do you think Ameer would notice if I took over this account and asked him to draw nothing but me while pretending I'm Bellmo? After all, he did such a good job on this pic, why stop at him drawing me only once, heh heh heh. Say, how would you all like to make a trade offer right now? I receive: a watcher to admire the stuff I get of myself... And maybe some other characters two. You receive: More commissioned drawings requested by me! NOT BellmoTheGreat, ME! Oh if only I could hypnotise you all though text.

NM: Artist is AmmerAshourDraws.

[chaos-has-theories]

UM. I don't have a specific fic for the ask game so just answer as general questions abt ask ur fics I guess?? But

5. Is there any scene you're excited about writing?

10. If unpublished, can you show a sneak peek of what you've written?

13. Is there any unwritten/unpublished fics you haven't mentioned you're gonna do?

15. Do you have any unwritten scene that you think about a lot?

21. Is there any unwritten fic that you don't know if you ever will write?

BREATHING ROOM FINALLY time to answer some askssssss :D

5. Is there any scene you're excited about writing?

I mostly write the scenes I'm excited for immediately - if I don't, I'll just sit on the fic without ever getting past the first paragraph. But I am looking forward to writing the third scene to that Marcia & Silas oneshot I sent you, where Marcia is all IS THE PRINCESS OK and Silas is like ARE YOU OK and then they stare at each other for a minute.

10. If unpublished, can you show a sneak peek of what you've written?

Heh. Have a paragraph of Marcia in the Miraculous Ladybug AU?

Wayzz and Sass stayed quiet and out of sight while Marcia made her brooding way back across the walkways. Plagg, of course, had no such decency. "Of course Sugarcube gets to stay with Silas. Now him, he knows how to feed a cat. S'over a decade since I saw him - which is animal cruelty, just so you know - and he's still got my camembert stocked. Sass gets his mice and Pollen gets her honey but I have to live off butter and cream -" "You get plenty of cheese," Marcia said distractedly. She was getting a headache again. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to cut back on how many miraculouses she wore. "Oh, but nothing can ever surpass the taste of properly aged camembert. You know, when I-" "Quiet." Marcia stopped stock-still halfway to the great double doors to the tower. There was - something was wrong. Slowly, she started turning around, squinting far off. The place was deserted. No guard, she realized. She should probably have been pleased, but - There. The snowdrift must have slid off the pyramid all the way above, neatly burying the boy who just that morning had entertained himself - and Plagg, unknowingly - by trying and failing to hit the kwami's animal shape with a snow ball. "That wasn't me." Plagg's eyes were large and worried. "I think." "Nevermind that." Marcia clenched her jaw. She should have brought Orikko with her today. No matter - her hands would have to do. The boy's heartbeat was only getting slower.

13. Is there any unwritten/unpublished fics you haven't mentioned you're gonna do?

I... may have started writing a scene from your Timetravel AU? It was just supposed to be a warmup, but, well.

I won't post it anywhere without your permission, but I can send it to you sometime, if you want.

15. Do you have any unwritten scene that you think about a lot?

Recently it hasn't been a lot of SH, because that has been mostly oneshots and i either write them down or forget about them.

But - my TLT AU is still missing all of the important conversations between Gideon and Harrow, and those are going to be juicy. ("Who do you think paid for your commission?", and the pool scene, and)

Pretty much everything in the ML Daemon AU is angsty as hell, and I happen to be here for that. (LB and CN talking about grieving for their daemons. Nathalie severing herself, and the fallout from that. Gabriel's no good very bad decision making.)

And I'm always thinking about my modern Merlin AU. It's just so disorganized and huge that it feels impossible to work on anything specific in it right now. It's brilliant though. You'll just have to take my word for it.

21. Is there any unwritten fic that you don't know if you ever will write?

Puddyng. It's the most self-indulgent Sep Heap thing I could ever write, based on a years-old joke my neighbor reminded me of recently ("this is what book 7 is going to be called") and my own memories of my grandmothers. I might write it one day, but I'm pretty sure i'll be the only one getting much out of it.

The plot would have been the kids visiting Aunt Zelda's after she's passed to hold a kind of memorial. Jenna refuses to make cabbage sandwiches in her honor, so they mess up the kitchen making pudding instead and having a lot of emotions about it. That's it.

Thanks for the ask!

[psylockexs]

Comfort of home

2 days to spare before it was back to the bitter reality. Back to working under the nose of a devious witch and a bitter telepath. A lot could change in those days. The landscape, the people, even the folks at Mystic Crossings. Anything could change...so what better time to find comfort in each other's company than now? 😌

https://on.soundcloud.com/dE1DsKTFFrHSkYBx9

Whether it was doing a quick commission...

Cooking a hearty breakfast 🍚...

Or finishing off the renovations, it felt nice to forget reality for a moment. For a little longer, the gang could focus on themselves. Each other; rivalries (if there were any...), friendship, partnership 👀. It was good to remember what they were really out here for.

Speaking of all that heroic nonsense 🤭...

Since the house looked a lot brighter, Niko had been taking more time to himself. He was especially giddy about more plants being around since he lived in the wild for quite some time. However, having a good nose is sometimes a hinderance because you can always smell that one scent that makes your nose itch. Not to mention said scent has notes of another familiar scent mixed with it 🤬. Ugh...

Niko's increased solitude hadn't gone unnoticed. If Niko's talent was smell, Mik's talent was reading people 😉. Mikhail went to the one place he knew he could find the wolf: in the plant room.

footsteps turn to leave

Mik: Not so fast, wolf. I know you've been avoiding the crowd 😈.

Niko: Hm, you know me so well, Mikhail. You don't think I've been enjoying the company of the plants?

Mik: If you didn't look like disappointment incarnate, sure.

Niko: You wound me, red. What's there to sulk about? 😈

Mik: A certain siren wouldn't happen to occupy your mind, right?

Niko: Hooo...are we bidding on his attention?

Mik: Depends on him smirks with a crooked grin

Niko: Hm. Well needless to say I'm disappointed I didn't get a taste of that silk blood you mentioned, but alas bows his head, smirking there's enough beauty to go around, I'm sure.

Mik: chuckles slightly That is true. Though...I'm sure Lore is vying for all of us at this rate. I doubt she's forgotten our night on Solstice.

Niko: I don't think any of us have 😉.

Niko smiled as Mik left the room. There was enough beauty to go around 🤭.

Evening merged into morning...

...into afternoon...

Lore: You know, Niko... bites her lip, unsure how to say it

Niko: If you're going to apologise for being smitten by the others, no need for it. I'm not jealous. Besides, I know you steal glances at all of us...me included.

Lore: I don't do it so you can see! How do you know? 😮

He narrows his eyes with a knowing smile

Lore: Right...scent 🤭. So...if...if I...

Niko: You can just ask me, Night Tulip*. I'd always welcome you. By the way, nods to her arm new mark?

Lore: Looks like it. They're not butterflies anymore. They're more...shadow based. Swirls of darkness. I'll keep watching it.

...into night...

Gentle wisps of incense in the air. A carefree, gentle tune playing in the background. Measured breaths as the scent is inhaled.

Mik: Thought you said you were tired. You seem pretty awake to me.

Tae: Maybe the 'don't need to sleep' is rubbing off on me 🤭. Though, I'll probably crash later, but hey.

Lore: Heh, why toss around in bed when you laze around here? 😉

Tae: Hey Lore, your hand. Where's your butterfly ta- um, sorry. Marking?

Lore: Disappeared. Replaced with this...plant and this thing on my arm. Pretty, but...I think something else is going on that I'm unaware of for now. I used to dread it but...the mere thought excites me. I wonder where this will go.

Mik: I wonder, too. If you ask me, there's a lot more about Morrigans we don't know yet. Maybe we'll find it out. Just hopefully not at the worst possible time 😅.

Tae: Hm! True. Well, guess we can worry about that when it happens. For now... 😌.

Tae: shifts his head slightly What?

Mik: 🤨Nothing. Just hoping you won't kill my thigh resting here.

Tae: You get dead limbs if you stay there too long? I thought that didn't affect you 😉.

Mik: Just cuz I'm nimble like a cat doesn't mean I don't get cramps! I just recover faster. Can you say the same? 😈

Tae: Fun fact, yes.

Lore: Maybe we should test that somehow? 😉How, I'm not sure...but we can think of ways.

Tae: I'm sure we'd all enjoy that either way.

The house was otherwise silent. The only sound was their heavy breathing and the silent music in the back. They may have been fully clothed, but it would be a lie to say neither one could feel the friction. They may have been too tired to act on it, but feeling the tension was enough. Lore especially noticed the shift in her mood; sure, a lotta shit was at stake but what's the point if she didn't allow herself a little leeway once in a while? It's not every day you let your friend rest his leg on your thigh 🫦.

The boys turned in her direction.

Tae: You ok there?

Lore: Oh, I'm good. If not a little...hot from us sitting like this but...I'm so tired 🤭. sighs with a laugh What a mood killer 😉.

Mik: 😈Don't feel so bad. Rest makes it that much better when you get to it.

Lore couldn't stop herself from eying them down. Deep seated memories with both of them clouded her mind more than she'd like, but she welcomed it. What it would be like to have not just one, but both of them touch her hair, stroke her back, trace her curves. Agh, why of all days did she have to be tired? But maybe Mikhail was right. Maybe this yearning would make it that much sweeter 🤔.

Tae: True. Well, if it's alright with you, Mik, I'm laying here for the night. Too comfy 😌.

Mik: I'd say be my guest, but you welcomed yourself. Sleep well, Tae.

Lore: Pretty sure he's sleeping already 🤭.

Tae: Can you turn into a bat?

Mik: Yes, but I hate them. Now, sleep 😆.

'...how strong was that incense?'

'It said medium. Maybe cuz we can smell better than most.'

'Eh, maybe. Welp. Rest well, shadow.'

😴

(*) : Night tulips are dark purplish tulips. It seems Niko is onto something 🤔.

[atomic-thomas]

(Fake ASMR Commission) A Date With Your Meteorologist Wife Goes Horribly Wrong [Part 5]

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*play that generic restaurant music you always use until specified stopping point*

“Hahhhhh… What a lovely night. It’s been awhile since we’ve sat down & just… Had a date together.”

…

“I’ve been busy with weather related stuff. But I can always make time for my beloved F6~ Hehe~” "And... Bonus... We have the diner all to ourselves. How quaint."

…

“Yeah, let’s look at the menu.”

“Ooo, wow. That’s quite the selection.”

…

“Hmmm… All of these look pretty good. To be honest, I’ll probably just get the same things as you. I’m not really picky.”

…

“Oh My God, they really have a tornado themed beverage. Haha~ Didn’t notice that at first glance. Classic Oklahoma.”

“Oh, there’s our-… Wait… Sam?!”

…

“Wow, fancy meeting you here. Didn’t think you’d take up being a waiter at a restaurant. When did you start working here?”

…

“This is your first day on the job. Well, that’s a perfect little coincidence. Me & my spouse are having a night out together. It’s been awhile since we’ve had a proper date.”

…

“Yeah, you know me… Chasing storms with you guys… Documenting weather… Meteorology… The works.”

“Anyway, the food here looks really good. We’re gonna have the same things… So… Two of the following.”

“We’ll have the Tornado Smoothie & Oklahoma Fried Onion Smash Burger. And we’ll have the Pecan Pie for dessert.”

…

“Heh… Yeah, we’re ordering our dessert ahead of time. No need to ask us later. Thanks, Sam.”

…

“So… Honey… I wanted to address something about that, uh… Glitter Tornado.”

…

“You would not believe the amount of people who approached me after the fact & called me crazy. And ya know what? I don’t even blame them. I’m the one who neglected to mention the fact that the glitter I used was biodegradable.”

…

“It was so obvious in hindsight, Of course that glitter was biodegradable. If it wasn’t, I would’ve committed an act of mass littering. Only villains do that.”

“Anyway, after we eat, do you wanna go clothes shopping? I wanna see how I’d look in a Wild Western outfit.”

…

“You know… Boots with spurs… A ten gallon hat… A cowgirl vest… Really sells the Oklahoma look.”

…

“Of course you’d think I’d look great. I am your wife after all. Haha~ Ahhh… I love you, sweetie~”

*rumbling thunder outside*

“Oh… Wow, didn’t think we’d get a thunderstorm tonight.”

…

“I can always appreciate a good thunderstorm. It beats the heat & bugs… Literally. It’s also a lot prettier to look at than boring blue skies.”

…

“It’s ironic because heat is the reason we get storms. Whenever there’s a hot humid day, the atmosphere feels like a powder keg that’s about to explode. Storms are basically nature’s way of rewarding us for enduring the muggy heat.”

…

“This probably isn’t a surprise to you, but I vastly prefer cool stormy weather over warm sunny weather. It just feels so much more comfortable. And the lightning… Nature’s light show.”

…

“Of course I experienced storms when I was living in the northeast. They aren’t that rare, but… They pretty much only happen during the Summer. The abundant heat is necessary for storm production. During one Summer in particular, we basically got a thunderstorm every day. It was awesome!”

…

“The most intense storm we ever got was a Nor’easter. It’s basically a mini hurricane. And I really do mean mini. The one I experienced caused damage to trees & blew branches everywhere, but… It wasn’t really that bad to be honest. Wind speeds were only around 50 miles per hour & nothing significant happened. It just kinda passed & no one really cared. It was fun though.”

*sound of phone vibrating*

“Oh… One sec. My phone vibrated.”

…

“Wait… Yours did to? What the-...”

…

“TORNADO EMERGENCY?! WHAT?!”

…

“No, no, no, no, no, no… This can’t be happening right now… Why now?! It’s night time!”

…

“Nocturnal Tornadoes are the worst because you can’t see them. You need to rely on lightning or power flashes to know where they are.”

…

“Oh… Sam… You heard, right?”

…

“Yeah, tell the chefs to forget the food. Everyone needs to evacuate immediately.”

…

“What do you mean we can’t?”

…

“The diner doesn’t have a shelter. Why does that matter? We have cars. We can just drive away.”

…

“Aaaargh, you’re right. That’s even more dangerous. We need a safe spot. What do we do?”

…

“A ditch. That’s right! I remember seeing one outside the diner when we drove in. Honey, grab a table cloth & follow me. Quickly!”

…

“I’ll explain on the way. The longer we stand around doing nothing, the more danger we’re putting ourselves in. Sam, gather your co-workers & follow suit. Now let’s go!”

*restaurant music stops here. need a few sound effects to play immediately after. a door opening sound. preferably with a bell because that makes sense for a restaurant. need the sound of the standard gale force wind sound you've been using playing until a certain point. and the sound of running footsteps until a certain point. I know it’s a lot, but… immersion. lol*

“The table cloth will serve as a blanket when we lay in the ditch. We’ll use it to cover us.”

…

“It’s not the cloth that’ll provide the most protection. It’s the ditch itself. The cloth is just a buffer for any minor debris.”

…

“Tornadic winds don’t travel downward. If we lay low in the ditch, the majority of the wind & debris will pass over us. It’s our only chance.”

*running stops*

“Oh thank God the ditch is deep. That’s really good depth. Get in, honey. Quickly!”

…

“Just lay down with me. I’ll cover us with the cloth. Hold on tight!”

*at this point, I want a special gale force wind sound effect played here for the next 30 seconds without any talking. I’ll provide it in a Tumblr DM.*

*after the tornado lifts, just play the sound of gentle rain until the end of the audio.*

“*pant, pant, pant…* It’s gone… It’s over…” “That was… An experience I don’t think we’ll ever forget.”

…

“Shhhhh… It’s okay, sweetie. I’m here for you.”

“Just nuzzle into my chest. I’ll do whatever you want to relieve your stress, okay?”

“Mmm~” *kiss*

...

“Oh… Hey Sam. Glad to see you made it through all that.”

…

“No, you’re not interrupting anything. We’re just… Having a moment.”

…

“Yeah, it's a miracle that the tornado roped out when it did. Any later & it would’ve caused major damage to the city. This could’ve been a lot worse.”

“Are your co-workers okay?”

…

“Good. The ditch was a great idea. Still though... Some first day on the job, eh Sam?”

...

“Alas… We never did get to eat that Oklahoma Fried Onion Smash Burger.”

…

“Heh… That got a chuckle out of my spouse. Gotta keep our spirits up in times like these.”

…

“Yeah, let’s get out of this ditch. It’s cramped in here.”

…

“*grunt* Thanks Sam.”

“Come on, honey. Up you go.”

…

“Whew… So… What rating do you think that tornado will get?”

…

“Hmmm… F3, huh? I was also thinking that. Definitely felt like an F3. I’m not entirely sure though. It could probably pass as a high end F2.”

… "We could survey the damage ourselves & come to a conclusion based on that." ... "Well, the diner didn't get completely slabbed so we can rule out F4 & 5." "Yikes, that's definitely not F2 damage though. I can't believe I even considered that." ... "Good point. There's still some structural integrity. But not much. It was probably an F3." ... "I'm not pushing it to 4. The diner wasn't that well constructed. I think 3 is fair enough." ...

“Well… Guess we’ll have to wait for an official rating from the National Weather Service.”

…

“Oh, you’re heading home now. That’s fine. Me & my spouse need to… Discuss some things. See ya on the flip side, Sam.”

…

“So… How are you feeling, honey?”

…

“Like you need a break from tornadoes. To be honest… Same. Even for me, that was way too much.”

“I have an idea. How would you like to visit Vermont? My original home state. Tornadoes are almost non-existent up there.”

…

“Heh… Of course you want to. Expecting anything less than a resounding Yes would’ve been silly.”

“I’ll book a round-trip flight for us. My treat.”

…

“I have complained about northeastern weather being too dull. It’s the reason I moved to Oklahoma in the first place. But after going through… That… I think I can embrace the mundane northeastern weather with open arms for a change.”

“And of course… We need to attempt this date again. That tornado completely ruined it.”

“I’ll introduce you to Vermont culture. You deserve to know what it’s like.”

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THE END

[welkinsky]

Hii dear friend, It's me again ♥️😊

I had a new idea about our lovely boys from Boku no Hero.

What do you think about stargazing with them? It's kinda sweet,right? With some comfort and cuddles

♥️♥️

I was thinking on Hawks, Bakugou,Dabi and Kiri

♥️♥️♥️ Thank you

MHA Boys X Reader | Stargazing Date ♥️

Warning: Some Spoilers, You're good if you've seen the latest episodes though. A/N: I know this is probably way too late but I'm trying to balance the new work with the old requests. I hope you like it! <3

Hawks

It is obvious that this guy will know the best location in the town for stargazing.

I can see him going there by himself when he just wants to quiet his mind from all the thoughts of the hero commission or paparazzi or his work.

The place is not accessible to everyone since it is the highest point of a private building so only he or someone who has a flying quirk can get there.

He always thought that he will keep this place his little secret so that when things are bad, he has one place where he can get away from everyone. 

NOW he has you. Naturally, he has the urge to show this place off to you. One day you get a random text from him. "I was wondering if your highness would like to go on a date with a peasant like me?" Obviously, you giggled to yourself and said yes. The fact that even now, he always finds new ways to ask you out makes your heart flutter.

He asked you to meet at your balcony at 6. These dates are the best because you know that he'll fly you both to the date with you in his arms which is one of the best feelings knowing that you are completely safe and happy right now, quite literally flying in the clouds and no one can disturb that.

"Oooh Y/N close your eyes CLOSE YOUR EYES," he said excitingly and you obliged when he asked you to open them, it was one of the prettiest sunsets you have ever seen in your entire life.

Even for him, this was pretty and he fly high every day. You both just sat there for a couple of minutes without saying anything and admiring the view.

You both ended up staying there for the entire night stargazing and had dinner on that rooftop.

His arms were wrapped around you the entire time as your creased his forearms with your hands. You both loved doing this. This was your way of saying "I'm here".

Bakugou

Bakugo is not the type of guy to plan anything cute because HE HAD the idea. But that doesn't mean that he won't seek them from somewhere else heh.

He and the gang were hanging out when Kaminari was talking about this girl who he is taking out and he was asking for ideas for a date. Everyone was giving ideas as Katsuki was silently taking notes of them and one that struck him the most was Stargazing.

He had his eye on you and knew how much you loved the sky in general. He thought to himself that when or IF he ever took you out on a date it has to be a stargazing one. And he went ahead making scenarios about your date and ignoring others.

And the time has finally come when he is actually taking you out. He knew JUST what to do. He asked you to meet at the dorm's back gate. He took you to the storage building that was at the back and entered through a secret door that you never knew even existed.

It felt so scary to do this because it was UA's property and was off-limits for students but as soon as you two reached the top all the worry washed away. You could see the entire city. UA was on top of a hill and this building was quite high so that gave you an even better view.

You two just talked for hours and THAT is when you realized that Kutsuki can be very gentle when there aren't things or people to trigger him. The entire time he was smiling and laughing with you.

It might sound mushy but you loved seeing him more than the night sky and the lit-up city. His smile was just so bright, gentle, and genuine because he wasn't someone who would do something for the sake of doing it.

So you knew he was happy when he was smiling, the cutest thing was that out of habit he'd take a sip from his water bottle and would pass it over to you too and make sure that you were hydrated too. 

When you two came down the building, he gave you his hand everywhere there was a huge step. He knew you were more than capable of taking care of yourself but still couldn't help it.

"Care to explain?" Kaminari said the next day with a smile as he showed you two a picture of you, sitting with your head on his shoulder and hugging his arm closely.

He didn't tell anyone about your date you figured and laughed wholeheartedly when Katsuki was at Kaminari's throat WHILE AT THE SAME time embarrassed and had a slight blush on his face.

"What have you done to him" Kirishima said laughing as he caught Katsuki's blush too.

Dabi

You both came back from a long mission and wanted to see each other as soon as you can because just being in each other's company was enough for you two to get through the day.

You two were not dating officially because of the uncertain path of life that you both had chosen. You were a rogue hero and he was... well DABI.

You two didn't want to put a label on it but LOVED to spend time together as much as you could. You heard that he was back and he did that too about you. Rooftop was a secret spot for you two since the staircase led only from Dabi's room's balcony. And who'd dare to disturb him?

"Rooftop, whenever you get time." you texted him. You got a reply with a picture of him already there waiting for you.

As you climbed up the stairs you could see him sitting limping and not moving at all. You got worried that he might have hurt himself again but to your relief, it wasn't the case.

As you approached him, busy analyzing if there were any burn marks on his body he hugged you, tightly. This has never happened before. At max, he pats you on your head. But he hugged you and said softly, "Just stay"

You obliged. You two stargazed the entire night and shared your pasts brutally honestly. He told you that he saw Shoto today. He thought that when he will see his brother after so long he MIGHT just feel something. Bits of love would have also been good. But all he felt was hatred.

You were the only one keeping him sane and making him feel SOME feelings.

That explained the hug.

Kiri

Kiri is a HUGE planner let's be honest. He plans most of the things that you two do. It's not like he likes to have control over things, he just loves to do them for you and absolutely loves to see your reactions.

And most of the time they go as planned buuut this time nothing was going as planned.

He decided this time to go for a sunset date to this park that had one of the best views of all with loads of flowers. Since villain activities have been on a rise recently security has been so tight.

So students don't usually get permission to go out. And he somehow convinced Aizawa to sign the pass for you two.

And the only problem was that nothing went as he intended it to and after so many tried to make the best out of it things were not going well.

By the time you two came back to UA his usual high spirits were so low that you felt bad for him. After you two went back to your rooms you decided to do something for him.

With a little help from the gang, you set up a cute setup on the rooftop. By the time he came out of the shower, you were all done.

"Meet me at the rooftop" you texted him and as soon as he saw it, everyone went back to their rooms wishing you the best of luck.

When he saw the cute mat with the candles lit and the leftover food that you two never got to eat from the earlier plans all lay beautifully. You could see how emotional he was all of a sudden when he hugged you so tightly.

"Sorry I ruined our day," he said nuzzling into your neck as he hugged you.

"Kiri how could you even say that! It is the efforts that matter to me my love" you said taking his face in your hands. You could see how drained he was.

You two had dinner there while watching a movie and stargazing the entire night. You both did all that he planned for and... ahem more.

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Fast Food Rep, part 8

- commissioned and written by DeltaC -

Viii.

Steve: John, is this really your largest tank you own?

John: One sec, finishing up a video call.

Well, Matty, I am glad that the client was more than satisfied by the final product. Oh and once again let the client know how grateful my hubby is for the generous  lifetime food allowance. I have a feeling we are going to need it to satisfy my husband’s appetite.

Perlman: My GOD O’Grady you got massive! What the hell have you been eating? I mean look at you! I know the camera adds 10 lbs but for Christ sakes what have you done to yourself?

John: Well, you said it yourself Matt, more cushion for the pushin is a hell of a lot more fun. Plus, if there is one thing I learned from this experience is that fat is sexy! What can I say? I carry it well and damn do I feel more attractive now than I have ever had.

Perlman: I mean it's like your face is trying to pour out of my monitor.

John: Enough. Snap out of it hair plugs!

Perlman: I thought you people were supposed to be jolly. Anyways, as much as I hate to admit it, you did a good job. When can we expect you to waddle into the office? Don’t worry I’ll personally make sure that you get the widest, heh, most spacious furniture there is in the market. Hell I’ll even widen the door frames for you so you don’t have to turn sideways.

John: Funny. Yeah, about that. I won’t be coming into the office anymore. Things have changed for me

Perlman: Huff. Can’t get that bloated ass of yours off and out of bed huh?

John: HA! Good one. No Matty, I am branching out and starting my own marketing firm. Oh and I am taking all the fast food accounts with me. Afterall, why would fast food giants deal with scrawny executive heads? No, I see a big bright future ahead.

Perlman: You fat piece of…

John: Let me stop you right there. If you want to succeed, indulge a little. Eat a burger every now and then Matty. God knows you are wasting away. From what I hear, more cushion for the pushin is always much more fun. Bye!

Okay that’s out of the way. What were you asking me about S…..bahahaha! What are you wearing baby?!

Steve: Oh just one of your largest tank tops.

John: Oh baby, why do you have that silly old thing on? Though now that I see it on you it does frame your giant titties perfectly!

Steve: I’d thought I would go out for a bit of jog.

John: Oooh baby! You don’t have to do that. I love the size of you, from your thick double chin to your thick cankles every soft inch of you. Plus you know how I go crazy for that big rump of yours.

Steve: No, I know you do John, but don’t you think I have gotten too fat?

John: Of course not baby! Are you fat? Well, duh I am not blind, but are you too fat? Nonsense. If anything you can stand to gain an extra 50lbs. Trust me there can never be too much of my little Stevie. Now, how about you turn around and let me check out that soft fluffy bum of yours in those oh so tight gym shorts you somehow poured yourself into baby.

Steve: Oh John you sure are a cake glutton.

John: Oh my favorite white angel food cake! Hey, do we still have that coconut cake? How about you waddle off into the kitchen and feed it to me Steve. I would get it myself but I’m afraid I am too comfy to get up. Plus, this way I can see your plush rump bounce and jiggle for me.

Steve: Heh, too comfy or too fat to get up? John, I am so lucky to have you as my big fat business daddy to squeeze and to love.

John: I’m not stuck. Like I said I am just too comfy. Oh before you waddle off cutie can you put my laptop back on the desk? And I am pretty sure you mean to hold and too…

**squeezes big plush tits**

hey hey hey what was that for? You know how sensitive my moobs and stretched nipples are since I started bulking.

Steve: I couldn’t help it John. You just look so cute beached on the bed. Besides, I like pinching your stretched out nipples. Got milk? Wink wink. Say you should contact the milk companies and pitch them the idea of you starring as their milk guzzler spokesman.

John: Haha funny boy aren’t you! Boy, cake now! I’m hungry for something sweet and the cake sounds good too.

Steve: Oh Don Juan you really know how to romance a boy. Here, finish up this plate of cookies while I go get the coconut cake. How’s about you slip on my favorite red posers of yours while I am on the long long trip to the kitchen? You reckon it can still contain that blubber butt you grew John?

John: Guess there is only one way to find out, isn't there boy?

**SLAP**

Get that tushie moving for me Steve.

Steve:  Sir, yes sir!

**John: Yup this is the life! Nice home with a great view overseeing the blue Pacific Ocean. A hefty loving husband that loves me, ALL of me, and wants even more of me like I want more of him. Damn I am going to make my boy even fatter still! This is a brand new chapter for us both. Funny I always wanted to make it big and boy did I ever!

Steve: John I found fudge!

John: Oh god yes!!! Get your fat ass to bed NOW!

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"Alright kids stay safe!" You heard the dilf on the bench next to yours say. You'd been eyeing him up during your whole lunch but he hadn't really noticed you being distracted by his kids. Now they'd gone off to play though you wondered if you could make a move. Your brain ceased coherent thoughts however as you saw him adjust his position and inadvertently flex his denim-clad ass cheeks. He kept on adjusting himself seeming uncomfortable until he raised up his ass a little.

BBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPHHHHHH

The fart echoed against the park bench and the stink soon followed reaching your nose. The man looked around sighing until he noticed your shocked expression.

"Oh sorry there boy." Even if he farted his deep southern accent was still so sexy. "Beans for breakfast always makes me fire off!"

"Oh, it's fine.." You stammered, it wasn't really fine, it stunk but you weren't gonna offend this undeniably sexy man no matter how gassy he was.

"Thanks for understanding boy." The way he called you boy made you shiver. He walked over to your bench and sat next to you offering his massive rugged hand for you to shake. You took his hand a little too quickly as you introduced yourselves.

"Your kids seem sweet." You regained a little composure.

"Hah yeah they sure are, that's why I'm keeping them safe from the gas." He grabbed an ass cheek making you blush a little. "Also the reason why I'm now single." He chuckled lightheartedly. You smiled a little at this new information.

You laughed along with him. "Ah well it's a guy thing isn't it." You cocked a knee in his direction hoping to impress him.

Prrrrrmpppppppttttt

The blast felt warm against your ass and you were proud of yourself. The smell was pretty raunchy too. To your surprise the older man openly sniffed in your direction sighed satisfied after he got a good whiff.

"Whew boy after a few lessons you could be as stinky as me!" He patted you on the back, his hand lingered making you blush again.

He pointed a finger in your direction. "Pull it if you dare boy." Even if you knew it would stink, you doubted there was nothing you wouldn't do if this guy was asking.

BBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRAMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHH

The smell around your bench grew dense as the fart cloud aimed in your direction invaded your nose. You coughed harshly as he laughed.

"Hah should have gotten you to brace yourself." After coughing you maybe stared at his tight ass still aimed at you a bit too long. "Or maybe you want another?" He winked suggestively.

You were blindsided, your brain still not functioning right, the fart stench was probably getting to you. "Uhhhhh..." you just looked up at him.

FFFFFFFFRRRRRRRAAAAAPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTT

You swore you could see his cheeks rumbling as the dense stink became exponentially stronger making you grip your nose as you dry heaved.

"Heh took your silence as permission." He took a deep whiff once more. "Nothing beats your own brand!" He huffed. You couldn't help it, that ass and masculine stench was making you hard.

"Just as I thought." He has seen the tent you'd pitched. He explored his pockets and pulled out a crumpled business card. You grabbed it still in recovery but still eager. You rolled your eyes reading it, of course he was a farmer. "In case you want those fart classes." He winked again rubbing your thigh.

"Daddy, daddy!" Before you could reply you both heard the sound of the two kids approaching.

He quickly changed demeanour. "Wait over there kids!" He got up letting out a sharp puff of gas in your direction. "This stink is just for you to enjoy." As you watched him walk out of the rancid gas cloud he'd created you tried to slow your beating heart wondering how long you'd have to wait before getting your first lesson.

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PARINGS: Pro Hero! Dabi x Sister! Reader

TW: yandere, incest, no con, voyeurism, choking, burning, unprotected/no prep sex, breeding/creampies, snowballing, public sex, degradation, lots of dirty talk

AN: WHEEWW my first fic in a while, so excited for my first join intro collab!! thank you to the lovely jo for writing it <33 enjoy

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Breaking news: We have yet another report to add to the slew of attacks this month, this comes just days after we broadcast rumours of villains running rampant over the city. This spate of attacks has put the entire metropolitan area at a standstill, road closures and damaged property making it difficult for commuters to get to work in the morning. Road maintenance endeavour to do its best to keep the city running, but it seems futile when these attacks continue to increase. The entire city was brought to a standstill by the mysterious villain who has still not been named, but reports show they are nothing like we have ever experienced before.

Where are the heroes now? Who will save us from the terror overwhelming our city?

Every day the crime toll continues to rise and we have no one here to protect us. The Hero Public Safety Commission assured us earlier in the week that the crime rate would go down, that the top Heroes are out there protecting our city, but if so, where are they? Is it really safe to go out anymore, who can we trust? Would you put your life in the hands of a Hero today? When they have proved our streets are no longer safe. We still have no information on what is going on, or who is involved but we must remain observant. We will continue to report the latest news as we receive it, but for now, we must implore you to heed the warnings of the city-wide curfew that is soon to be implemented. If anyone has any information on these occurrences in the city please send them to us or contact the police, you can remain anonymous. The safety of our citizens is what is most important, stay vigilant and don’t go out unless it is absolutely necessary.

Christ, what a load of bullshit the news was nowadays. Constantly whining and squealing about what heroes did and didn’t do, promoting fear-mongering like it was the hottest trend. Between your father and two older brothers dedicating their life to the cause of justice, the world always felt just a little safer to you, the naive little thing that you were. And tonight was no exception.

Despite the rapidly increasing crime rates, your judgment to grab a couple of drinks in the city with your friends was hardly swayed. The stress of it all was getting to you and you’d love nothing more to drink your heart out at one of the few spots still left open. It was a sleazy place, but it was fun. If anything, you found a bar in the area where your eldest brother was currently stationed patrolling.

Touya had always been protective of you ever since the two of you were children, and he carried that same possessiveness well into your adulthood. Always chasing off any potential suitors, keeping you out of trouble, and generally being a menace to anyone who thought they were good enough to be around his favorite little sister.

By the end of the night, stumbling around drunkenly was the only thing keeping you upright as you made your way out of the club and onto the street, looking for a taxi to get you home. Sirens wailed faintly in the distance, a mess of blue and red lighting up the darkened streets.

“Hey sweetheart. Need a hand?”

Grubby hands met your arms the same time the cool air of the night did, tugging and pulling at you to come closer, wherever that may be. Jaunts and laughter echoed off the buildings, only adding to the haziness the alcohol induced. “What’s a pretty little thing like yourself doing out here all on your lonesome?”

Weak attempts to push the group of assaulters off you were in vain as they groped and squeezed your body at their pleasure. “Come on, we’re just trying to keep ya company. Right, boys?”

“Stop..”

Your whine came across much more pathetic than you could have ever hoped, only earning more chuckles from the men. “Just relax, sweetheart. We’ll take good care of you.”

Blue flames danced around the group of you, closing the lot of you against the building wall in a small circle of fire.

“Will you now? Last I checked, I'm the only man suited for that.” Touya was less than amused to have found out from Fuyumi that you traveled into the city given its state, even more so when he saw how drunk and disorderly you were being.

“T-Touya-nii!”

The men untangled themselves from you with ease, tossing you into the arms of your expectant brother, who was more than glad to pull you into a tight embrace. “Shit! It's the number three, Heatstroke!”

The comforting warmth of his body and scent of his cologne settled your frantic nerves, tucking yourself closer into his arms. “Honestly, it’s like you're asking for it at this point.”

Your heart sank low in your chest, but you couldn't find the strength to move away from him as he scowled down at you.

“Look at what you're wearing, you little tease. Bet you would have loved to have them violate you, huh slut?”

Never has Touya been so venomous with you before; it made your heart hurt, even more, to see your beloved nii-san be so cruel.

“Don’t you worry, that’s why your big brother is here to show you who you really belong to.”

Shoved against the wall, he pinned your trembling form with his right knee in between your legs and his hands wandering over your skimpy dress.

“You boys can stick around to watch; let a real man show you how it's done.”

Flames singed at your dress, burning it to ashes to expose you in the cool wind of the night. Hot fingers pressed into your skin, littering marks in their wake before they wrapped around your throat. “You were just begging for nii-san to come to save your slutty ass, huh, princess? I know you checked my patrol schedule before ending up at this dive.”

His hand tightened around your neck, his lips at your ear. “Wanted nii-san to come put you in your place, yeah? After fuckin’ teasing me all these years, you finally cracked me. Are you proud of yourself, little girl?”

A whine slipped from your constricted throat, your smaller hand gripping at the large one squeezing you with everything it had. “And now you've got an audience to witness my ownership over you. You're mine, little girl.”

Finally releasing your throat, his hands traveled down to your chest and groped at your roughly, pinching and pulling at your soft, sensitive nipples. Bile was rising in your throat as you drowned in your own fear, feeling him drag you into the depths of depravity.

“What’s the matter, imouto? I thought you said I was your favorite. You're hurting my feelings, y’know.”

“Touya, please-”

A scoff slapped you hard in the face as his knee jerked up against your cunt. “Don’t start with me. I know who you really are and what you really want, even better than yourself.”

His words stabbed at your heart, and his wandering hands only seemed to pour salt over the wounds. “You’re nothing more than my whore, little sister.”

Hips ground against your backside in a slow, teasing manner, groans pushing past his lips as he did so. “You have no one to blame but yourself.”

His erection was pressed flush against you, straining in his pants before he unzipped himself. At this point, you were more than sobered up running on fear and adrenaline alone. Your panties were ripped clean off with his free hand while the other stroked his hardening cock. “Look at me.”

The tip was aligned with your hole, rubbing slightly to gather the minimal wetness between your lips. “I said look at me.”

Teary eyes peaked up at him through wet lashes, silently pleading with a man who was not known for mercy.

“Good fuckin’ girl, so obedient for your big brother.”

With one snap of his hips, Touya fully sheathed himself inside of your tight cunt, groaning at the way you squealed for him. “Aw, you like that, huh, princess. Feeling good?”

A warbled moan was the only response you could give him as he slowly began to pull out. The alcohol had you buzzing enough to block out the pain of the stretch, and damn did you feel filled to the brim.

“Can’t wait to breed this greedy little cunt of yours.”

His pace was slow, agonizingly so. Touya couldn't help but savor every second of the first time having been inside you, especially after dreaming about it for so long. God, if it didn't turn him on to have an audience, knowing that these men knew he was fucking his sister.

What would the media think? God, the news cycle would be ripped to shreds tomorrow over this breaking story. But hey, no PR is bad PR.

The thought of finally having staked his claim in you almost had him coming prematurely, but he had to hold out for your very first time together, and it certainly wouldn't be the last.

Heh, your crying face was so cute. Those tears weren't shy by any means and neither were your sobs. It's alright, you’ll learn to love being Touya’s cocksleeve.

“Say you love me.”

An impossible request when you're being violated by the person you held dearest to your heart.

His pace had picked up brutally, slamming into you without care for his flames spreading wildly nor the group of assaulters who seemed to vanish once they had the opening to.

“I-I love you, nii-san! I love you!”

Your cries were shrill and whiny, echoing into the chaotic night. The grip on your hips was heating up, so much so that his handprints were burned into your love handles.

“Good girl, good little slut.”

His breathing was erratic, hot against your neck as he growled and grunted into your ear. “Gonna let nii-san breed this pretty little pussy? Yes, you are. I know you are because you're fuckin’ mine, bitch.”

Moaning out your name, Touya came deep inside your womb, thick ropes of his cum painting your insides. You were soon to follow thanks to his thumb against your clit, causing you to writhe and whine in his arms.

Utterly spent, you rested against the brick wall you were pinned to, feeling the cum drip out of your still filled hole.

“Let’s get you home and into my bed, princess. I gotta go have a chat with Dad and Shouto, let ‘em know you’re fully off limits now.”

— tagging: @libiraki @bonesoftheimpala @tomurasprincess @sightoru

[crimson-chains]

I've been wondering about something for a while, actually. How does doing an art for a living affect your passion for it? It seems to me, between Etsy and Webtoon, that your artwork and webcomics are a significant source of income, and I wonder how the 'due dates' and business side of it affects your, like.. motivation, I guess? Passion for it? (asking as someone who is wondering if making art as a source of income would be a good fit for myself heh)

Oooh! Personally it hasn't affected my passion at all, but I also think that I'm very fortunate because my current situation job wise involves pretty much only doing art that interests me! :O I don't have deadlines or due dates aside from what I set for myself (I have a webtoons comic, but I'm not like, a Canvas webtoons creator, I'm not getting paid to post. I'm just putting stuff up there ^^) And I pretty much just draw stuff that I'm excited to draw! But, it's definitely not very common to be able to do that. A lot of art when you're starting out and trying to get a foothold in it can involve drawing things other people want you to draw, and which you are not excited about.

It can also really depends on what you want to do with your art, if you want to work in the industry, freelance, or go into gallery work or something!

Personally in my line of work (Convention artist) it's generally more profitable to do fan art, which is something I enjoy doing. But, I know a lot of people who don't want to draw it, and it affects their motivation and creative process.

There's def a lot of things to consider before trying to pursue art as a source of income full time. One of the things is that you'll probably have to do is draw art of subjects you're not very interested in. If you're someone who can push through a piece when you're not super excited or inspired it could be worth a shot! But, if doing something like that sounds like it would really kill your relationship to art, there's nothing wrong with keeping art as a hobby! Also though, art is something you can definitely just try and dip your feet in as a career thing! Take commissions, apply to a con, or whatever you want to do, try it out, and if it doesn't feel good for you, you can just dip ^^

Anyway, long long, hope it was helpful!