#holds hands at u for plot related things

[millionsnife]

The voice almost made him jump out of his own skin, rattling the huge metal cross he always carried upon his back. His cigarette falls from his lips from the silent yelp that slides into a slurry of a curse which he tries to catch with his bare hand. "G-Geeze," he says, just as he turns and wheel around to face his supposed master. Irevent of him as ever. "Don't fuckin scare me like that. You should get a bell on you or somethin'."

Knives hums in response, shifting to lean past him and press a set of keys himself. That it boxes Wolfwood in between him and the piano may be intentional. Not that he shows it.

"You going to put it on me, Punisher?"

[redbleedingrose]

that baby girl Lucy thing could be a drabble or headcanon or whatever ur comfortable with btw 😁 or you don’t have to do anything at all with it if u don’t want! just wanted to mention it bc GIRL DAD ERIS

GIRL DAD!ERIS AND LUCIEN RECONCILLING PART 2

A/N: OKAY YES I AM SO SORRY I GOT BUSY WITH MED SCHOOL, HAD A SHELF EXAM TO TAKE AND THEN I GOT LAZY BUT IT IS HERE!

Edit: So I started writing and realized this is getting a bit long, like I am not done with this part and I am already 2.2k word in, so this will likely be a 3 or 4 part mini-series giving y'all girl dad!Eris lore! I hope you enjoy and I am sorry I had to split it up, but it seems like I had more to this story I wanted to share!

part 1

Your first letter remains unopened, buried beneath legal documents and trade deals in a locked drawer of Lucien's desk. Each week, another one of your letters is added to the ever growing pile that Lucien can't bring himself to open.

Part of him wants to rip all your attempts of communication to shreds, throw it into the fire place and forget that you and Eris exist.

The other part of him, the one that he tries to bury deep within himself, is curious, anxious really, to know what it is you have to say to him. What is it that you continue to reach out to him?

Is it a part your duty as high lady of autumn? Are you looking to start relations between Autumn and Day? Are you trying to keep your relationship to your brother in law as professional as possible? What if you are trying to get to know him? Would that be the worst thing in the world, to get to know his sister in law? He has always wanted a sister.

What if you are writing out of need? For help? What if you need asylum from his brother? Gods, he hopes not. What if Eris turned out to be the exactly like his father, cruel and abusive in his marriage to you? What if he, like Beron, was ruining Autumn court with outrageous regulations and taxes too high that  most of the autumn population were left in poverty?

What if you were writing to him to brag about how well Eris has done without him, that this is the only way he will receive any updates on Eris, and to not expect anything more?

What if you are lovely and kind? What are you like? Are you good to Eris? Is he good to you? Do you make his oldest brother happy? Does he make you happy? What is Eris like now? Has he changed or is he the same paranoid male who plots conspiracies?

The lack of response from your brother in law does little to defer your efforts. You continue to write to Lucien, without skipping a beat, sending a letter to him every week, giving him updates on his brother, updates on your pregnancy, even updates on the pups Eris is raising to protect your babes in the coming months. You share with him your feelings about Eris, the story of how you met, how your mating bond had snapped abruptly and without notice, how he fought against your relationship for years until he couldn't hold back anymore, how when he finally gave in, he had made you the promise of a safer home, a safer land, a place in which his father could never lay a hand on you.

You confide in him your concerns over his brother, your fears that his duties as high lord will consume him, that Eris has anxieties about being a good father, and you are scared it will paralyze him. You tell him about the things you notice about Eris, things you think Eris doesn't know about himself. That, sometimes, Er will get a distant look in his eyes when he sees young children playing together, especially when one looks older than the other. That, sometimes, Er mumbles in his sleep, how often his name comes up while he is asleep, how Er wakes up from those same dreams gasping and clutching at his chest, how it takes hours for you to calm him after. How when Eris struggles to sleep, he stares at the family portrait, with his eyes fixated on Lucien before he comes back to bed with you at your urging.

You write to him as if he is your best friend, as if he is sitting across from you and you are just talking to him. You write to him as if you have known him for centuries.

With all of Eris' stories about his beloved brother, you feel as though you have known him for centuries. 

It takes a long time for Lucien to muster the courage to open your letters. After weeks of receiving letters and storing them away without a second glance, after weeks of forcing any thoughts of the letters away, after weeks of catching himself thinking about Eris, thinking about you and Autumn court, does he finally force himself sit down to read the letters. To be done and over with it. To read the letters, and never think of you or his brother again. To give closure to that horrific chapter of his life. To have this as his final goodbye.

It takes him several minutes to unlock the drawer after he slumps into his chair by the desk. It takes him a couple of minutes to open the drawer before staring at all the papers on top of the letters. It takes him 20 minutes to pluck the letters out from beneath and toss them onto his desk. Another 30 minutes is spent of him grabbing the letters and setting it onto the side table near his hearth, pacing around his office, biting at his nails, wringing his hands, running his fingers through his long auburn hair to sit in his cozy leather chair with the letters at an arms-length. An hour is spent staring blankly into the near extinguished fire, the pops and crackles from the desperate surviving flames being the only times he blinks. Another 10 minutes of delay, spent with breathing exercises while pouring himself a two, maybe three, fingers of night court imported whiskey and taking several bated sips of the hard liquor.

After almost two hours of delay, does Lucien use the letter opener the night court general gifted him during a visiting trip, to slowly and carefully, with shaking hands, tear the seal open. Deep breathing does little to stop his pittering heart as he opens the first letter, glazed eyes racing over each sentence, each word multiple times, nearly seizing as you break the news of your pregnancy. Tears he didn’t even know were leaking down his cheeks, meeting at his chin to drip down his neck began to stream. Choked sobs with a hand clutched at his chest, your letter delicately being placed to the side as his emotions crash into him.

Weeks of pent up feelings become unrelenting waves that makes it near impossible for him to catch his breath. All of grief for the time he has missed with you and his brother, all of happiness at your pride and clear love and devotion for your mate, his brother, all of sorrow and concern for what Eris turned out to be after years of torment and unrelenting abuse, all of quiet hope for the future relationship he may have with you, with his future nieces or nephews, with his older brother, all of that is almost unbearably overwhelming. The only source of respite, coming from your gentle handwriting.

“Lucien, I implore you to take all the time you need. I will patiently be waiting for a response, whether it takes weeks or months, years or even centuries. I want a relationship with you. As does your brother. And I want our children to have a relationship with their uncle. So I will wait. And if you decide that having a relationship with us is just too impossibly painful for you, then with the deepest regret and with the most profound love, will we accept that fate as well.” 

It is your own hope that pushes Lucien to read all of your other letters, whiskey set aside and forgotten. Letters that have his bereaved sobs turning into silent tears of joy. Letters that have him bubbling with laughter as you express your loving annoyance at Eris’ puttering about the nursery and his great insistence that your future babes will need 15 chicks, and at least 6 baby cows to grow up with.

Letters that have him smiling softly, reminiscing in the good memories of his childhood Eris whispered to you in the dark recesses of night. Letters that have him pondering if what you say is really the truth, because you give a convincing argument that his older brother may actually miss him, may have actually loved him… still loves him. Letters that give him insight into all the years he missed, that he now almost feels a part of, like he was actually there to witness all of the events surrounding your relationship and Eris’ ascension to the autumn throne. Lucien spends hours, even as the fire in the office gives way to death and the only remaining source of light becomes Lucien’s own magic pulsating through the room, reading your letters. Over and over, in the order it was sent in and in backwards order. And by the end of it, he is speechless. 

No words come to mind that can describe how he feels. He cannot come up with what to say. The only thing he knows is that he is appreciative for the time and patience that you have given him, the grace that you have shown, the honesty of the hardships that you and Eris went through, of the relationship you have formed with his brother, and of all the changes Er has gone through and has brought to Autumn Court since his escape. So, Lucien folds your letters following the exact lines you used, making sure not even a slight crease is created, before carefully placing back into the envelopes you sent them in, holding them to his chest as he walks to his room and retires for the night. Sleep, however, the trickster it is, plays the most exhausting game and evades him most of the night. His usual tossing and turning is replaced with his ember eyes focused on the letters, hands clasped tightly together resting on his chest because his fingers kept twitching with want to reach back for your messages to reread them. Lucien’s thoughts are wildly free of the endless possibilities of what might come in the future… a happy future. 

Days were spent rereading your letters. Days were spent stressing out over what to do, he never had a choice when it came to his family. All things were inevitably decided for him. He was brought up to be competitive with his brothers, it was decided that he would have to fight his brothers for the autumn throne, a throne he had no desire of having. It was decided what kind of training he got, despite his lack of interest in violence. He didn’t choose to leave Autumn, he barely escaped with his life. He didn’t choose this. Having a choice… it was a delicacy he hadn’t been offered before.

Lucien knew though. Deep down inside, he knew what he wanted to choose. Going back and forth with his options inevitably landed on one outcome. He wants to try. He wants to get to know you, a sister he always wanted and now, finally has. He wants to get to know his future nieces or nephews. He wants to be a part of their lives; he wants to be the best uncle he can be. And he so achingly wants to know his older brother, wants to know his side of the story, wants to know if he was wrong to blame him for everything. It is alarming. The prospect of it all. It’s… fully… wholly… thoroughly and completely terrifying. 

What if he was wrong about it all? What if he spent decades… centuries hating his own brother… someone who should’ve been blameless? Would Eris forgive him for it? What if he comes to the conclusion Eris didn’t try hard enough? Could he forgive Eris, a crimeless, unwilling accomplice in the murder of Jes? What if Eris is uninterested after a near lifetime of rejection? How will they build their relationship, beyond what it ever was? What if, even after all of that, he ends up alone? Was it worth it?

Was the hurt, the fear, the hope… was it worth it?

It took another month of Lucien’s contemplation to come up with a response, not for lack of trying. He had so many thoughts, so many feelings and emotions regarding his brother, his past, his future, you as his new sister in law, the fact that he is going to be an uncle, to work through, that he is still working through. He is afraid, afraid of what he has missed with Eris, afraid of what or who Eris has become. But one thing about the Vanserra brothers is that they have a burning courage within them. So despite the fear, he wants more. He wants to try. Every time he sits down to muster an acknowledgement to your letters, though, he chokes up. 

A ball of anxiety runs rampant through his stomach, a knot in his throat that he can’t seem to swallow, that he can't seem to clear even with a rough rub at his neck. His hands quake as he readjusts the pen in his hands, over and over, feeling pins and needles at the tips of his fingers as he tries to figure out the words to respond with. Your letters had so much thought, so much effort and sentiment and zest poured into them. And all of the thoughts and feelings he had during the time he took, it seemed… inadequate. A simple letter… it wouldn’t be enough. Not with all the things Lucien wants to say to you and eventually… to Eris as well. Finally, after staring at the blank sheet placed in front of him, sweaty hands rubbing furiously up and down his thighs, does he figure it out. 

So… with a shaky inhale, he brings his pen to the page. 

Hello dear sister,

I apologize for my delay in responding. If I am being honest, I spent a lot of time, quite a lot indeed, thinking of your letters. Thinking of you. Thinking of my brother Eris the Autumn High Lord. Thinking of the past. Thinking of the future. One letter to tell you all of my thoughts in response to your attempts of communication feel woefully insufficient. 

If you are ever so inclined, would you be open to meeting with me? I understand that your pregnancy condition may make it difficult upon you to travel to Day. I’m happy to I am set to be in Spring Court for two weeks from now for a week. Would you be willing able to meet at the border in three weeks time? 

with warm wishes,

regards, 

Lucien Vanserra

[whorergal]

SHE'S MINE (PART THREE)

summary: you and ethan form a plan but in order for it to work, you need to make it look believable…

warnings: scream vi spoilers, language (cussing), blood, gore. follows the plot loosely. happy ending, i promise.

pairings: ethan landry x fem!reader

authors note: here's the final part! i just wanted to say thank you for all the likes and reblogs!! it's honestly so sweet of everyone and it means a lot to me! i have a bunch of ideas for ethan so look out for more imagines and hopefully a masterlist for easier navigation (i'm still new to this lol) :-) i love u all so much

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To say that you were surprised when finding out about Ethan and his relation to Richie Kirsch would be an understatement. He had been someone that you had hated and even vented to Ethan about when you two first met. It just seemed very ironic. Although Ethan did love his brother, he knew the things he did weren't right once he realized how much shit he put you through.

The late night calls because of your nightmares, the flashbacks you would get whenever someone touched you too roughly, having to avoid the scars on your body because it brought you back to Woodsboro; it opened his eyes.

You weren't entirely shocked to find out Quinn was the other Ghostface that attacked you. She always had some unsaid vendetta against you and you realized now it was just because of your history. What did shock you was to find out Detective Bailey was the mastermind behind it all—not only that, but he was also Ethan and Quinn's father.

He showed up the moment you and Ethan met your friends outside their apartment. Mindy had stolen you from Ethan, leaving him alone with Chad, who was asking him questions to confirm his whereabouts. Luckily, you made sure to practice what to say with him on the train ride there. It seemed your excuses sufficed because Chad nodded, apologizing for thinking the worst.

While on your trip to the run-down theater, Chad had taken Mindy, thanking you for lifting her mood (you three had always been close since you were kids). You walked in the back alongside Ethan, holding his hand to calm your nerves which ended up in you receiving a look from Bailey. You don't think he knew you noticed but ever since you found out about him, you had been unintentionally tense around him.

The memorabilia that had been collected scared the hell out of you. It increased your worries despite knowing everything would end up being okay.

Tara seemed to notice how your breathing began to increase and stepped closer to you. "Hey, you okay?"

You looked at her, faking a smile. "Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just going to get some air."

The group all watched you leave. Chad was going to follow after you but Tara stopped him when they saw that Ethan had already been on your trail. She smirked at him.

"You owe me five bucks," Tara informed him.

"Shut up," Chad replied, shaking his head.

No one found you two suspicious. If anything, your sudden relationship seemed to throw them off your tracks.

Everyone left the theater, finding you two on the steps, you tiredly laying in his arms. Tara smiled at you two, gesturing for you to follow. When you got up, Mindy reclaimed you as her own again, pulling you away from Ethan as she needed your comfort. You talked with her the whole walk to fill her mind with distractions.

They all needed somewhere to recoup and to come up with a reliable plan. You offered your apartment, knowing theirs was most likely still a crime scene. Yours hadn't been messed up in the sense that there was no broken doors and bloody messes all over the floor. Mindy actually agreed, saying she wanted to sit in Anika's room alone for a little bit.

"Don't mind the mess," you joked once entering. Your books were scattered about the place. "And the…blood," you muttered when you saw some it trailing where you had dragged yourself across the kitchen.

None of them cared much, getting right into what to do next. You ended up leaving to your room because your stitches were hurting like hell and you didn't want to cause any alarm to them about it.

You sat there, alone for a few minutes until you heard a quiet knock on the door. Honestly, you were expecting Tara, or maybe Chad because he kept eyeing you frequently, but Ethan peeked his head inside and you sighed of relief. He gave you his awkward smile and entered slowly, shutting the door softly behind him.

"Hey, are you feeling okay?" he asked, walking over to take a seat on your bed beside you.

You nodded, holding back a wince at the movement he caused which made you flex your muscles. "Yeah, yeah, I'm okay. Nothing I'm not used to."

"Your stitches," he realized aloud, leaning closer. "Shit, I forgot. Do they hurt?"

"Sort of," you responded, gripping your stomach as if it would make the pain go away.

"Is there anything I can do?" He looked at you softly, as if his eye contact could harm you.

You forced a smile. "Distract me, please."

"Well, I, uh," he stuttered. "I came up with a plan."

"A plan?" You questioned, confused.

"Yeah. I talked to my dad while at the theater and I found out the last steps he and Quinn will be taking," Ethan informed you which wasn't exactly the distraction you wanted but nevertheless, it was useful. "He doesn't know about you, or about us so I have him convinced that the reason I saved you was because I wanted to kill you myself."

You widened your eyes. "Oh."

"Obviously, I'm not going to—"

"I know, E."

He nodded before continuing. "Quinn's going to get Gale next. Then she'll be heading for us. I'm not too sure what she wants to do but I know it'll involve someone in the group in order to keep them all from going to the theater. My guess will be Mindy. When that happens, she'll go for you next so you have to stick with me."

"Go for me next?" you repeated for more clarification.

"I told my dad that I wanted you there for act three. Quinn will knock you out, take you to the theater, dress you up in a robe and frame you as a Ghostface." He paused, scanning your expressions. It wasn't a bad idea, actually, other than the fact that you'll be framed as a psychotic murderer.

"Okay, so I just have to pretend that I don't know?" you questioned, wanting to make sure.

"Yes, exactly," he answered. "They're under the impression that I'm going to kill you so they'll tell Sam and Tara you're the Ghostface to throw them off and when the reveals happen, you'll be given to me."

You nod slowly, taking a second to let all the information sink in before worrying aloud. "What if they don't? What if Quinn ends up hurting me again?"

"I won't let anything happen to you," he declared, grabbing your face in his hands. "She knows better now."

Your eyes softened as you nod again for the last time. Then you fell forward into his arms, just wanting to be held. He did as told, being careful with your injury, and just played with your hair which made you smile.

"You know, when I said distraction, that wasn't really what I meant," you mumbled into his chest.

He furrowed his brows. "What did you—" then he stopped himself when he realized. "Oh."

You laughed until it turned into a wince. He pulled you apart from him to make sure you were okay. You nodded silently, diving right back into his arms again. It gave you comfort.

You and Ethan stayed close to each other the entire time you were with the group. He didn't want you to be without him, afraid losing you for one second would mean he would lose you forever. His hand was interlocked with yours or settled on top of your thigh—whatever physical touch he could get from you. You even ended up falling asleep on his shoulder inside the van with Kirby, Chad and Mindy.

Then when you guys detected the call was coming from Gale's apartment, kudos to Quinn, that was where you all headed to next. It was where you learned that Gale had actually survived her fatal attack which you wanted to snicker at because Quinn failed again but you held it back to not look weird.

Sam had created a plan with Kirby and Bailey to head to the theater in order to lure Ghostface and lock him in. Apparently that was Bailey's idea which made sense seeing as he was one of the Ghostface's. So you all headed to the train station in order to get a lift to the rundown area.

Someone had ended up shoving you away from the group, elbowing you right in the stomach. You had to pause, grunting in pain until you looked up and couldn't find anyone. You forced yourself to suck up the pain and roughly shove everyone out of your way which helped you catch sight of Ethan's worried expression, searching the crowd presumably for you.

He found you almost immediately, adjusting his backpack and running straight to you.

"I'm sorry," he apologized when he got to you.

"It wasn't your fault," you reassured him.

You two finally reached the train right when it began to ride away from you. You groaned, knowing everyone had caught it together but then you saw Mindy ahead, doing the same thing as you.

"Mindy!" you hollered, causing her to turn and let out a sigh of relief to find out she wasn't alone.

"Thank god," she muttered. But then she saw Ethan and pulled you away from him protectively. "Get your Ghostface ass away from us, Ghostface."

Ethan gave her an offended look, watching as she created a safe distance from him. He kept looking at you two, making sure you were okay but Mindy would gesture for him to stop with arm movements. It caused him to roll his eyes.

When you entered the next train, you tried to convince Mindy to stick close to him in order to eliminate one of you from being attacked. She didn't listen but knew better than to force you to stay with her so she told you to "go to your boyfriend". You scoffed playfully at her childish behavior, finding her stubbornness amusing.

You had to squeeze through people to reach where he stood in the middle. When he saw you, his expression softened as he went forward to help you. Thankfully, there was a seat open right by where he stood so you sat there, mindlessly staring around as the train shook you.

The lights kept flickering and it gave you immense amount of anxiety. Ethan's eyes seemed to be fixed on Mindy, as if making sure she was okay as well. It must have meant Quinn was nearby seeing as she was targeting Mindy next.

Once the train finally came to a stop, Ethan turned to you and helped you up since your wounds were hurting more than usual. You instantly looked for Mindy but couldn't find her, sending you into a panic. You let go of Ethan, pushing people out of the way until you saw her lumped figure against the back of the train, a large stab wound in her gut.

Ethan and you both let out a jumble of curses while helping her up, leading her out of the train while calling for help.

You three were escorted to the nearest hospital where she went under immediate surgery and you even got yourself checked. Your stitches had reopened—which explained why they hurt so much—so they sewed them back together and even wrapped it up which made it feel a lot more secure.

The doctor released you, letting you return to where Mindy's room was. When you reached her floor, it was strangely quiet. Ethan had left you earlier, saying he needed to find Quinn, which you didn't pay much mind to as you assumed it was so he didn't look suspicious.

You scrolled through your phone, having not received any texts from Tara or the rest of the group that wasn't with you which made you nervous. They were probably busy setting up the theater but you couldn't help but assume the worst. In the midst of your distraction, you found yourself stepping into an unknown liquid which caused you to look from your phone to the floor.

It was blood.

Your mind immediately went to Mindy, but before you were able to worry about her, you were smacked across the head which sent you falling to the hard floor. Your vision started to become black when you swore you heard Ethan's voice.

"Ssh. It's okay, I got you."

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You awoke by the sound of excessive footsteps happening all around you. The bright lighting in the room caused your head to throb, making you squint your eyes until you felt well enough to open them all the way. You immediately recognized the room and knew you were inside the theater. You had no idea where Ethan was or what the hell was going on but you were positive that answer would come soon.

Slowly, you started to get up from your position, propping yourself up on your elbows. You looked around but your eyes couldn't help focusing on the black robe covering your entire body. Even though Ethan had informed you about this beforehand, you still felt yourself starting to panic.

What if he changed his mind? What if this was the plan all along; make you think he was on your side just to easily lure you into this trap. No, no, Ethan wouldn't do that.

"Look who's awake," the familiar voice that belonged to Detective Bailey spoke.

You searched around the room until his figure came into view, wearing an evil smirk. "What the hell is going on?"

"You don't get it, do you?" Actually you did. "You know the plan. You know why we're here; to stop Ghostface. It was pretty easy to convince Sam that Kirby was mentally unfit and had taken the mantle in her own hands for the best friend she lost…but she couldn't do it alone. That's where you come in."

"What are you talking about?" Your voice was groggy. Your mind was still fuzzy from the hit you received so his voice didn't really sound as close as it was to you. "Are you saying that Kirby's Ghostface?"

"Well, to Sam and Tara she'll be," he told you. Then he crouched to reach your level. "And you'll be to."

"What?"

"Kirby needed someone to do the dirty work for her while she couldn't." He shrugged, his voice becoming more and more angered as he continued talking. "Don't worry, you won't be the only one. My own accomplices will take the fall with you until the time is right. But we have to fuck with Sam somehow. We have to make her feel betrayal to throw us off her radar for the best reveal. Make her feel what she's made us feel for the past year."

"You're Ghostface?" you questioned. Your fogged up mind was really helping you play the part of confused.

He nodded. "And so are you."

You looked at him in disgust. "What the fuck?"

"It has to be this way, Y/N," he tutted in sarcastic sadness. It pissed you off. "You were the easiest pawn in this game. Your betrayal will weaken them the most. It's the perfect fucking idea!"

"Fuck you!" you yelled, kicking him straight in the face.

You were able to throw him back. Your uneasy state didn't help you much in your favor because as you lifted yourself up, your knees gave out. The mix of pain coming from your wounds plus your throbbing head made you nauseous that you didn't even completely register the feeling of Bailey gripping you by the hair until the cold touch of his gun was placed against your temple.

Unable to move in general, you froze.

"Unless you want your brains splattered across this wall, I'd suggest you follow my orders," he threatened. You winced at the rough shake he gave your head in order to emphasize his words. You immediately surrendered to which he noticed and nodded at. "Good."

He let go of your hair forcefully, it caused you to fall forward, catching yourself. You heard shuffling coming from behind you but when you turned to look, his back was the only thing you could make out. "What are you doing?"

"You need this to complete your costume," he responded, walking back over to you. He was enthusiastically holding a mask in the air. "This is Mickey Altieri's mask. I thought he would fit you well, you know, once I paint you to be this psycho who wanted to kill your friends for fun."

You glared at him. "They'll never believe you."

"Oh, I think they just might." He nodded, forcing the mask over your face which you tried to fight against. Then, there were gunshots heard which made you flinch and Bailey chuckle. "It's showtime."

He forced you on your feet by your robe, holding you tightly in his grip as he dragged you out of the room. You had no strength so he was basically holding your entire weight as you struggled to find balance. With your lack of stability, there wasn't much you could do and also because you felt his gun poking your back as if to keep you in your place.

"Get away from the girls!" Bailey announced his presence, pulling you along with him like a rag doll. "It's over, Kirby! I got you and your partner!"

"What the hell are you talking about?!" Kirby questioned in utter disbelief and you didn't blame her.

"Cut the bullshit!" Bailey hollered. "I saw this one helping you out to stage your attack!"

"What?!" Kirby's voice rose an octave.

"Who is this, Kirby? Huh?" he asked, referring to you as he shook you in his grip.

"I have no idea, okay?! It's not me!"

"Well, I'll just have to see for myself—" he was muttering to himself, using the hand that held his gun to rip the mask off your face. "Oh my god…"

"Y/N?" Sam looked at you in betrayal.

"What the fuck," Tara whispered, backing away from you.

"Stop! It's not me!" you yelled, squirming but he readjusted his grip. "It's not Kirby either! He's lying!"

"Y/N Y/L/N?" Bailey questioned. "How could you? Where the hell are the others?!"

"You're insane!" you yelled at him. You redirected your attention to them, finding it hard to breathe. "I'm not Ghostface! He is! He knocked me out and forced me into this costume! Please, you have to believe me!"

"Did you and Y/N kill Quinn?" Bailey asked in anger, his question targeted at Kirby. "Did you two kill my daughter?!" He shook you, looking at you when he finished his question.

"Jesus Christ!" Kirby let out.

"We didn't do anything!" you answered, feeling your voice beginning to give out. "You know that, you asshole!"

"Whatever he's been saying to you, don't listen to him! Y/N and I are innocent!" Kirby defended you both. "He's probably Ghostface."

"Why would he kill his own daughter?" Sam couldn't help but question, glancing back and forth between you and Kirby.

"Because he's a psycho!" you answered loudly.

"It doesn't make any sense—"

Kirby's voice overpowered Tara's concern as you saw her eyes go wide and gun straighten. "Behind you!"

You heard loud footsteps rushing toward you from behind but everything went silent the moment Bailey shot his gun, landing two bullets in Kirby's stomach. She fell to the ground, causing you to gasp. You let out another shriek when you felt a pair of strong arms grab you from behind, restricting you from movement as they dragged you along with them to stand beside Bailey.

It was Ethan.

"Great job," Bailey complimented. "Both of you."

"What the fuck?" Sam breathed out in confusion until she saw your frightened figure still being held. You saw guilt flash across her face for not trusting you.

"Let her go!" Tara screamed, heading for you but Sam had to hold her back.

It caused Bailey to chuckle. "Oh, you should've seen the look on your faces. To think your only friend would betray you but she's actually innocent; just ended up being in the wrong place at the wrong time."

"Fuck you!" You let out.

Ethan covered your mouth with his gloved hand and you instinctively relaxed in his grip but forced yourself to fight him in order to make it look believable. You assumed he wanted to make sure your words wouldn't end up pissing Bailey off so he didn't do anything rash to you.

You were fading in and out of reality. You weren't paying attention until Bailey nudged Ethan to take off his mask.

He pulled it off with a smile on his face.

You looked up from where he had you, your mouth dropping into a fake gasp. "E-Ethan?"

"Hi, baby," he whispered in your ear. "Mindy was right. It was easy to juke the roommate lottery. I mean, all I had to do to meet you guys was to room with a conceited, condescending asshole, literally named Chad. Fuck, it felt good to kill him!" His tone made you flinch; he sounded really insane. Then he rose his mask in the air. "This was your grandmother's Sam; Nancy Loomis. Really runs in the fucking family, doesn't it? And speaking of family…my names not Ethan Landry. Isn't it, dad?"

Tara looked lost. "Dad?"

"Had to keep it secret. I mean, I had to get close to you guys somehow," Ethan stated, leaning his cheek to be against yours. He gave you a quick kiss on the cheek which would've made you blush in any other circumstance. "Had to have Y/N for myself."

"You're psychotic," you told him.

Catching him off guard, you managed to shove his arms away from you. Tara and Sam were prepared to pull you away but he gathered you rather easily as you didn't make it much of a battle to. You just needed to look like you weren't comfortable with being in this position.

What startled you was the feeling of his blade being placed against your throat. "Not so fast," he whispered.

You gulped. Now you were really afraid.

"Let her go, you asshole!" Tara shouted.

Ethan pulled the knife away and rose it at her which absentmindedly made her flinch. "Oh, come on. Y/N doesn't mind this. Don't you, baby?"

"Fuck you," you breathed out.

"So vulgar that mouth of yours." His attention was purely on you as his knife was placed back against your throat.

Tara watched in disbelief, shaking her head.

"Ethan was the one who came up with this plan," Bailey said proudly, squeezing his son's shoulder. "He knew how easy it would be to make Y/N fall for him. It kept him from looking suspicious because nobody suspects the caring boyfriend."

They both began to chuckle together. You rolled your eyes at them. It caused Ethan to dig the knife deeper into your skin, on the verge of slicing you.

"Wait," Sam interrupted them. "If it's you two, then that just leaves…"

While they all gawked in betrayal at Quinn's reveal, Ethan leaned his lips close to your hair to cover his words. "You okay?"

You glanced at him and you could see the apologetic look in his eyes for the position he had you in. You nodded very slightly before trying to squirm out of his grip again.

"Hey, roomies. You didn't see that one coming, did you?"

"Yeah, because you died!"

"Kind of didn't." Quinn tilted her head. "I had to get off the suspect list. Stab Gale Weathers, stab Mindy in the train, take Y/N because Ethan couldn't do it himself!"

Ethan rolled his eyes.

"It's funny, isn't it," Quinn continued. "Poor Y/N. She was just trying to help her friends which only led her straight into the trap. Come on, how fucking stupid can you be?!"

"Let her go," Sam stated sternly. "She has nothing to do with this!"

"She has everything to do with this!" Quinn yelled back, walking over to where Ethan still held you. She traced the tip of her knife along your stomach which caused you to shiver as she pressed into your stitches. "She's a killer, just like you, Sam. That's why it'll be easy to frame you both."

"What?" Tara questioned.

"Oh." Quinn jumped from her spot. "You didn't really think we'd take the blame for it. It'll all fall onto Sam, the villain of Woodsboro. She couldn't get enough so she just had to go on another killing spree and she couldn't do it all alone! She needed someone to help her."

"Y/N's not a killer," Sam stated matter-of-factly, watching in disbelief. "Neither am I. We're not killers."

"Oh, shut up!" Quinn snapped.

Bailey walked forward, pulling out a mask from his jacket and raising it for her to see. "You're a killer just like your father."

"No, I'm not!" Sam yelled.

"Yes, you are, you motherfucker! You killed our brother!"

Tara furrowed her brows. "You said your brother died in a car accident?"

"No, no, no, you sweet dumb thing," Ethan jumped into the conversation. "He died in Woodsboro at the hands of your bitch sister with the help of Y/N, here."

Sam's face fell in realization. "You're Richie's family."

"Now she's finally getting it." Ethan smirked.

He gripped your robe, tugging you carelessly to follow him as he and Quinn ventured around the seats in order to get behind Sam and Tara, significantly trapping them. It caused the two to tense and you as well. You weren't sure what was going to happen next.

"Y/N didn't kill him," Sam declared in annoyance. "I'm the one who slit his throat; I'm the one who watched him bleed to death as he cried like a fucking baby."

"Shut your whore fucking mouth!" Quinn lashed out, walking forward to push Sam, catching her off guard.

"Hands off, Quinn!" Bailey demanded loudly which seemed to set his psychotic daughter in place. "Before we get into that, we have something else that needs to be done first." It seemed all their attention fell on you. "Ethan, why don't you go take care of Y/N. Plant her body just where we discussed."

"No!" Tara yelled, attempting to head toward you but was stopped by Quinn, who stepped in front of her with her knife.

Sam pushed Quinn, causing an uproar as they tried to fight her but Bailey put their actions to a pause by facing the gun to their faces. They both shuddered and stopped fighting, having to watch you be dragged away.

"Go, Ethan," Bailey instructed.

"No, no, no," you heard Tara cry out until he pushed you inside the room and the door was shut, silencing all sound.

"God," Ethan groaned, dropping the act, even dropping his knife in the process as he rushed towards you, grabbing your face in his hands as he checked for any injuries. "I'm so sorry. Are you okay? They didn't touch you, right? I didn't mean anything I said; I promise. I hate this so much—"

"Ethan," you interrupted his rambling. "Hey, it's okay. I'm fine, I promise. I've been through worse."

Not wasting another second, he leaned down to pull you into a passionate kiss. Several emotions were coursing through you but once feeling his lips on yours, you felt yourself relax as if you two weren't on the verge of being potentially murdered by his fucked up family.

He couldn't pull away, afraid if he did, he would lose you so you had to be the one to do it—even if it hurt you to. "What's the next step?" you asked him.

"Faking your death," he told you casually. It almost made you want to laugh. "They're too indulged with Sam and Tara to pay attention to us. Besides, they can't hear much but I have to make this look quick."

You nodded, listening as he was about to get into what he wanted you to do next but the sound of footsteps caused you both to go rigid. When you looked past his shoulder, you felt relieved when you saw Kirby, miraculously still standing despite the amount of injuries she had endured, with her gun aimed at Ethan.

"Let her go," she instructed him.

"Kirby, wait," you interrupted, pushing him behind you so now her gun was facing you. "He's innocent."

"What? But I heard him. He killed Chad—"

"I didn't. I didn't hit any major arteries," Ethan defended himself.

"What are you talking about?" Kirby questioned.

"Ethan was Ghostface but he had to be in order to keep me safe so I offered to help him kill Bailey and Quinn for saving my life," you explained very vaguely, your words slurring together. "Please, you have to believe me. He would've done something to me by now if he wasn't."

Kirby took a second to process your words before she began to slowly drop her aim. "Okay. Okay, I believe you."

"Good," you thanked her, turning to Ethan. "What's next?"

"Down the hallway will lead you into the room where the back entrance is located. The plan for them is to make Sam understand what she's done before attempting to kill them both," he told you and Kirby, who had approached you two to watch your backs for any unwanted guests who would pop out. "Our backs will be facing you two and which gives you both the opportunity to get either of them because they won't see you coming."

"Okay." You nodded. "You got that, Kirby?"

"One step ahead of you," she responded.

"And this is for you." He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a large hunting knife. "For your protection."

You chuckled breathlessly, taking it from him as you looked up from the knife to him. "We got it from here," you assured him. "Go before they find you suspicious."

Ethan nodded, preparing to leave until he paused, leaning down to pull you back in for another kiss. You sighed into his lips, wanting nothing but to kiss him all day and not have to face the reality that lied outside the room.

"Wrap it up, lovebirds," Kirby said in impatience.

Ethan pulled away, his cheeks flushed red. "Be safe," he demanded more than said.

"You too," you told him, smiling.

He squeezed your hand, as if reassuring you, before he let you go and headed towards the door. He grabbed his knife, taking a second before finally leaving the room.

"Let's go, kid," Kirby demanded, already walking away which gave you no choice but to follow.

She took lead as she was the one with the gun, securing the place before gesturing for you to follow.

While stopped at a corner, her peeking past the wall to make sure it was clear, you couldn't help but question aloud to distract you from your thoughts. "How are you still alive?"

Kirby turned and gave you a look, as if saying 'right now really isn't the time'. You sucked in a breath and nodded, letting her go back to what she was doing.

When you both made it to the room Ethan was talking about, you found Chad propped up against a counter. He looked dazed, on the verge of passing out—or dying. You immediately ran to him, crouching to his level.

"Chad, hey? Can you hear me?" you asked stupidly, grabbing his face.

"…Y-Y/N?" His voice was quiet and weak.

"Yeah, it's me," you answered. "I need you to hold on just a little bit longer, okay? It's almost over with."

"I'm trying," he hissed through his teeth.

"Y/N, when should we make our move?" Kirby asked, making you look to see her peering through the window.

You rubbed Chad's arm reassuringly before getting up to look through the other one right beside her. You could see a video of Richie when he was younger playing on the projector, causing you to scoff.

Kirby glanced at you and back at the scene. "That's the fucker who got you guys last year, isn't it?"

You nodded, feeling angry. All the pent up emotions you forced yourself to swallow over the past year were resurfacing. "Let's get them now."

She nodded, opening the door very quietly. You put your finger to your lips, gesturing for her to stay silent as you crawled forward to the memorabilia. Kirby whispered a bundle of words but you didn't listen as you discreetly reached up at one of the cases, opening it and stealing the knife that was being displayed.

You had no idea who it belonged to previously but you needed to get it just in case Tara or Sam needed one.

When you crawled back to Kirby, she had a surprised mixed with disbelief look on her face. "What the hell?"

"I had to get one for Sam and Tara," you responded.

"Just get behind me," she instructed, which you followed because she was someone you didn't want to piss off.

Kirby took a moment of contemplation, preparing herself before she leaped out, shooting perfectly at Bailey. She had two shots in his stomach but was stopped from continuing as Quinn tackled her to the floor.

You jumped out from your spot, stabbing her straight in the back and throwing her off Kirby.

"Y/N?" Tara questioned, running toward you.

You gasped in surprise when you felt her body being thrown on you, her arms wrapping around your waist. You had pry her arms off of you. "Here, give this to Sam," you said, handing her the knife. "Kill that motherfucker."

"I thought Ethan killed you," she said sadly, tears in her eyes.

Before you could respond, you fell forward into Tara's arms as Quinn stabbed you in the middle of your back. She pulled it out and was prepared to land another one until Ethan shoved her back to the ground, keeping her in place by shoving his knife straight into her chest. At this, Tara looked extremely confused, helping you gain your balance.

You glanced behind your shoulder to see what she was looking at and groaned as you straightened your posture to help yourself stand. "He's on our side," you let out before you pushed her toward Sam. "Just go help Sam—hurry! I'll take care of Quinn."

Tara nodded, making sure you were okay before running back to where Sam was struggling to keep Bailey down.

You turned to help Kirby up from the floor. She dusted herself off and grabbed her gun. "Thanks."

Then you two hovered over Quinn, who was gasping for air as Ethan twisted the knife, causing her to gasp. He pulled it out, blood flying to coat his face as she winced loudly.

Kirby rose her gun, aiming it at her forehead but you stopped her before she could pull the trigger. "Wait."

"What?" Kirby asked, confused.

You didn't answer, leaning down instead to hover above her face as she struggled to move, let alone speak. Blood was spewing out of her mouth as she tried to say something, probably an insult of some kind.

You straddled her waist, gripping her hair as you brought her face close to yours. "Ready to die just like your brother?"

Quinn's eyes widened but she wasn't able to do much as your knife sliced her throat, causing blood to run out. You stood up, returning back to your spot between Ethan and Kirby, watching as she took her last breath. Her eyes fell motionless, staring at the ceiling.

You turned your head to look at Ethan. "You okay?"

Ethan glanced at you, nodding. "Yeah. She was always a terrible sister, anyway."

His response made you smile. Kirby watched the two of you with a smile of her own. "You two did good."

"So did you," you complimented.

She ruffled your hair, earning a smile from you.

A gunshot caused you three to jump, turning around, prepared to attack but became aware that it was from Sam. Tara had the knife in her hand, covered in Bailey's blood as Sam was the cause of the bullet between his eyes.

When you approached them, Sam flinched at the sound of footsteps and rose the gun.

"Hey, it's just us!" Kirby hollered.

Sam nodded until she furrowed her brows, turning her aim at Ethan. He widened his eyes in fear, raising his hands.

"No, wait!" you shouted, jumping in front of him like you had done with Kirby previously. "He's with us."

"What?" Sam questioned.

"It's true," Kirby confirmed, taking a spot next to you in order to shield him as well. "He was the one who told us what to do in order to save you guys."

"But your dad and sister—"

"Are insane," Ethan finished her sentence. "I wanted nothing to do with this. The only reason I helped was because they threatened to kill Y/N," he explained to them, making you reach to hold his hand to comfort him. "I'm sorry for what I've caused and not being able to stop them before we got to this point. I'm really sorry."

"Sorry won't bring back the people we lost," Sam told him.

"I know." He nodded sadly.

"Sam." Tara brought her hand up to force her sister's arm down, making her lower her aim. "He helped us and he saved Y/N. He could've just let us die."

"We don't have time for this," Kirby groaned in annoyance, sticking her gun back into her holster. "You have to get to Chad. I'll call for help."

"Chad?" Tara questioned.

Kirby nodded, leading her into the room where he was situated. She left you, Sam and Ethan alone for any further conversation that needed to be made as she went to go help Tara and call the police.

Sam sighed, dropping the gun. "I can't forgive you, Ethan but I'm sure as time goes by, I can find a way to. You mean a lot to Y/N and she means a lot to me. So, if she's able to trust you and then I am too," she told him, giving a brief smile until she turned serious. "But if you do anything to hurt her, I won't hesitate to—"

"Got it," he interrupted, nodding sternly.

"Good," Sam responded. "I'm glad you two are safe."

"I'm glad you are too," you told her sadly, walking forward to give her hug. "Don't believe anything they said, Sam. You aren't like your father."

"I know, Y/N/N," she whispered, caressing your head.

You heard soft chatter coming from outside the theater room, catching your attention. "It must be the police."

"Let's go," Sam told you both.

You nodded, letting her walk first as you grabbed Ethan's hand in yours. Before you two continued, you paused, turning to face him with a sad expression. "Are you sure you're okay?"

Ethan smiled, genuinely smiled, looking down from where you held his hand back into your eyes. "I will be because I got you and I couldn't be more thankful."

You grinned. As long as I got you.

[furrysmp]

decided to go sunbringer designs for once. I have so many words oh my god

so. uh,

I am so normal about sunbringer joel smallishbeans so normal I swear. he's planning to throw the o from his name at scott btw.

... he and scar are related but I'm not explaining further until the actual fic about it comes out because there's so much plot significance in the smallishbeans.

... grian. has a book. that he borrowed from the Library. it's very relevant I swear the concept of the library is a plot point.

Also grians eyes are technically green! With a bit of purple and just. a layer of Dark over them to make them less neon green. its not in his genetics to have neon eyes. unlike scar and I swear their eye colors are relevant but like in a weird queerplatonic scarian dl based bit in the grian chapter of the fic

Mumbo is a long cat and being held by me specifically those hands are how I draw my mc skin. I wanted to draw him as this meme since 2021 but he's very hard for me to draw so I took the one time I'll ever draw him and did this.

Jimmy is. a creature. that has bird features but also cod features bc again half of the plot of sunbringer is based on empires 1. Also the bird he's holding is singing. And joel is stealing the song bc he has music type magic.

Scott! Is the one guy I can talk about! Because he already appeared in the fic. He's part ender dragon and like. a child of stars? I have a lot of times I drew him before I think but idk how much of it I uploaded before so yeah. Please ask me about sunbringer scott smajor he's one of the only ones I can talk about and he has so much lore going for him he's so dear to me

impulse is. technically part ender dragon too? the specifics will be explained in his chapter of yhiwu (alongside. a lot of magic lore. like a lot. I have half that speech written already it's basically looking the empires fic in the eyes and going "fight me uwu")

And because impulse is aligned to shadows skizz gets to be some form of light dragon descendant? Like light isn't directly an element in the magic of this universe but it does have an equivalent in the element of Life, which connects to truth and love, whereas shadows and theatrics (and storytelling in general) is always aligned to whatever element is considered dark; in this magic system, being Void.

Tango is looking up at mumbo. thats all. I don't have a lot of notes because my tango is just a little guy.

(Etho is checking smth on his smartwatch and also doing his best to ignore bdubs rn bc bdubs is in his villain arc/hj)

... ngl the only note I have on the bdubs design is that it's accidentally inspired by my human design for the main character in the show I'm writing. Bracelets and sparkly eyes and a t-shirt and. Crimes.

also not much on the cleo design she was just fun to draw but the implications of her existence are spoilers and also not really visually indicative bc idk what a "zombie hybrid" would look like so she just looks. funky. her background is all stitched together btw I finally had a use for the dashed lines brush :D

martyn and ren are. BIG spoilers. But only to like chapter 5 of the current fic. I will say I highly enjoy their existence tho. Also my ren designs always have hawaiian patterned shirts its a personality trait he seems to possess. Also his glasses are like. a hologram? bc his ears are Dog so he cant have normal glasses w like. the things that go behind ur ears.

lizzie is. also very important. she gets the two animals thing like jimmy bc axolotl and cat were her empires animals. also her buns are heart shaped I saw some fanart of that and its really cute so I also have that. and she's also looking at the long mumbo! very confused.

bigb. scares me. like yeah secret life really be mans villain arc. I tried to reflect that by actually straight up mirroring his eyes and having him be. the only guy looking straight at u. he can see u. u can run but u cant hide. also he gets cookies. also also drawing facial hair is hard he's the only time I ever managed to make facial hair look. normal. ever. wont happen again.

gem is being adorable and also definitely a deer hybrid dont mind the magic or stuff its fine (her chapter is. third in the roster. I literally just need to finish the impulse chapter to convince myself that its ok to upload her immediately after ch2).

and pearl! who we know bc she gets first chapter of the fic and thats already out. her eyes are a bit like moons btw. also she's doing magic back at gem which is cute I think. idk.

also half of them have fancy hair shines. like joel having beans that get progressively smaller. or pearl having moons. :D

[antoncore]

Hii ceebear !!! Idk who gabe u that nickname or whatever related to it, but i saw someone call u that on the tl, and like IM CALLING U THAT IDC (if ur okay w it) LIKE WTF ITS SUCH A CUTE NICKNAME CEEBEAR !!! CEECEEBEAR!!! also.... U should give me a nickname 🫣🫣🫣 instead of just being choc anon.... So i have a really ethnic name... So i don't have like a "white" nickname, so im giving u the liberty to give me a nickname based off of whatever vibes u get from me 🤩🤩🤩 pls don't feel pressured to do so tho..

Anyways!! U said u wanted to chat.... Lets chat !!! Also i realised that I've never sent smth abt all the riize members and am always taking abt 01z... Im so sorry 😔😔 lemme reedem myself real quick! Hold on tight bcoz ur in for a ride 😱🙆🏾‍♀️🙆🏾‍♀️

1. Shotaro: YUGUGHUG UM... i need to kiss him while he giggles... Also um.. reslly weird but why do i feel like he'd be so lost in the pleasure while ur... And start praising u in Japanese 😱😱🫣🫣🫣 also also also omg dancer taro 🤩😱 need to help him relieve his stress after a stressful dance session, he'd be so sweet abt it too.... Letting u do ur thing 😋😋😋

2. MY POOKIE WOOKIE EUNSEOK: imma keep is short n simple since i always ralk Abt him. I need traditional husband eunseok rn. Like all i can imagine is him sitting w yalld kids when ur non home and be like "what should we get mommy for her bday, hmm?" LIKE AHAAHS HE'D BE SO CONSIDERATE AND SPOIL U SM

3. POOKIE WOOKIE (2) KEEPING IT SHORT N SIMPLE (2): one thing. 3 words. Bsfs brother sungchan. Little game of hide n seek, hiding from ur bsf, late night meet ups AHAHAHA 😭

4. WONBINBIN: um.. if I don't get to suck hickies onto that man's adams apple....goodbye 👋🏾🫂 running ur hands up n down his biceps OH LORD ?! ALSO he just seems so sweet to me.. like i cannot imagine hard dom wonbin im sorry 😭😭😭 bcoz he'd smile at you so sweetly, but also be very messy in a way. And he would give such good head ahahaaa pls ?!?! 😋😋😋😋 Im dying i need wonbin between these legs RN RN

5. Soheehee: bsf sohee while the tension builds up.... In a big friend group too, the lingering touches, sneakily meeting up... Y'all think ur slick but ur really not! Sohee gives making out behind the building of ur class! Ooh and his hands 😐 OMG... Sohee fingering u... So slowly and nicely, pleasing u so well 🫶🏾 also he'd definitely keep wanting to kiss u while ur fucking, thus why always laying u om ur back....cute pecks w each thrust 🥴🥴🫣

6. Bring my MAN BACK RN: okay really controversial take rn... But STAY W ME PLS FOR THE PLOT 😐🫶🏾🫶🏾 seunghan and u sneaking around... Bcoz he's like the typical bad boy, and ur parents HATE HIM... Ofc as mhch as hes a "bad boy" on the outside he's the sweetest kindest to u, having ur firsts w him....him getting u addicted to sneaking out the window just to make out with him .... It all slowly getting more and more hotter.... (I will expand on this in the next ask, bcoz i have. A LOT TO SAY 😋😋)

7. Tonnie cuttie: campus coupls anton * reader !!!! both of u being the top of ur classes, but still making so much time for eacher! Even though yall study most the time and have study dates, he gets a little... Impatient sometimes... Both of u finding urselves behind the last shelf in the library making out... Also y'all being little freaks 🫣🫣🫣 every friday going to his dorm for movie night, but yk it always ends up in NASTY fucking... But it all balances out bcoz the next morning y'all go to the cafe on campus to get a nice swet breakfast together 😋😋😋😋😋 him also subtly marking u, even though EVERYONE knows ur together, he will leave his marks, to make SURE they KNOW ur his 😋😋😋 u whining abt the big hickey on ur neck, while yk you love his ways 💗💗💗

- im so sorry, hope its not TOO much ceeceebear, ily !!!!

- 🍫

hiii i’m okie with it, any nicknames are cool as long as they’re not mean (but i think that’s obvious hehe) but nickname… i can think of choccie 💀 so lmk if that’s okie with you <3 and its okay dw i understand… let me answer each one of your hcs hehe (note: i hope i did these justice)

shotaro: personally i’ve always found speaking a different language so attractive !! hmmm pussydrunk taro that starts praising you in japanese, telling you how beautiful you look under him. you’d been learning with him so when you figured out what he meant you’d gasp, grabbing onto his hair and begging him not to stop. and for sucking him off… in the practice room in front of the mirror <3 he’d be so lazy after a long day he’d just lean back into the chair and let you make him cum.

eunseok: he’d 100% shower you with the most expensive gifts he could find. you’d be going away on holiday with a whole new set of clothes, shoes, jewellery etc. and he’d make a cute lil hamper of gifts that are from your kids which would be so ADORABLE my god. and when the nanny got the kids to sleep, he’d take you out for dinner and fuck you so good when you got home 🥰

sungchan: going over to yours and telling your bsf that he’s going to visit his friend :( he’d fuck you so good, unlike any other guy you had (possibly even the first guy to actually make you cum :0) but what about one night your bsf calls you while he’s eating you out and you just have to act normal, try not to whimper as sungchan’s got his fingers deep inside you while licking your clit hajsnsnsnsns

wonbin: the mental image of wonbin between your thighs has me crazy!!!! like you don’t understand!!!! he’d look so pretty and soft, just running your hands through his hair oh god i feel like i’m seeing heaven LOL. also feel as if he could be a bed humper, moaning against you as he eats you out, just adores making you feel good :((

sohee: i love bsf sohee so much (was contemplating making a series of thoughts abt bsf sohee but it would never get done so…) but YEAH meeting separately to your friend group, trying things together. one night watching porn together and you jerk him off while he’s got his fingers deep inside you <3 moaning in each other’s mouths too god it would be so fucking hot like ISNSNSJSJ FUCK

seunghan: i see your vision !! i love this concept of him being so sweet and gentle with you, corrupting you slowly. i can see him climbing through the window and sitting on your windowsill as you make out, pulling you onto his lap hehe. but ofc i’ll let you elaborate in the next ask as you said :3

anton: humping with him as you make out between the bookshelves knowing that you probably shouldn’t but you just get too lost in it :( and going out after movie night barely being able to walk properly because of how good he fucked you :0 but it’s okie he’s bought you your favourite sweet treat so you forgive him!! also him leaving lil pecks where he left the marks whenever a guy walks by and stares at you because you’re all his !! i feel he’s got a lil bit of a possessive side hehe

[smallpeniscollective]

In the Woods

(Eddie Munson x Reader) (18+)

Summary: this was supposed to be from a longer fic that’s been brewing in the pot for a long while, but I got that worm in my brain that doesn’t let me finish things, and I haven’t posted in forever so you guys can have the porn scenes. if I ever finish it u can have the full fic as a treat <3

Word Count: 3.4k

Content: swearing, sexual content, protected sex, p in v sex, outdoors sex, slight edging

A/N: (this takes place at skull rock, also there are some things that reference the plot of the fic or moments within the full fic, ignore those <3)

Minors DNI please !!!

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“So, did you do anything with your art, back in the city?” he asked, pondering if she was planning to be some snooty big-shot in an art gallery, or if she was aiming to be the next Van Gogh or Monet. He couldn’t help but picture the scene of her, scantily clad in nothing but an oversized button-up shirt, paint all over her but so focused on her work that she didn’t even care, the sun beaming through her studio space. God, she was so hot.

“Yeah, actually, I was training as a tattoo apprentice after school back in the city before I needed my, uh... little break,” she answered, flipping open her sketchbook to the first empty page she could find. She grabbed one of her sharpened number two pencils and placed the tip of it to the paper, beginning a doodle unrelated to their plans of DnD-related art.

“A tattoo artist, huh? I’ve actually got some tatties of my own,” he said, hoping that she’d ask to see them.

She waited a moment, the silence stilling the air between them. After a pause so long that he feared he had dismantled their conversational flow, she finally looked up at him with a raised eyebrow. “Well, are you gonna show me them?”

“Oh, r-right,” he stammered, immediately pulling himself from his spot against the boulder and shedding his layers of his denim vest and leather jacket, revealing tatted forearms. He stepped away from the boulder, closer to her, and held his arms out for her to see his sweet ol’ tatties.

She took one of his forearms in her hands, one hand holding his wrist and one hand propping his arm underneath, and he hoped that she didn’t notice the immediate goosebumps that raised on his skin. She did notice, but chose to say nothing, basking in the idea that she could set off his nerves like that. She slowly rotated his arm, studying the bats decorating his pale skin. “That’s so sick,” she said, looking all the way up at him from the forest floor.

In this moment, he realized she was face-level to his crotch, and sitting in front of it too. He tried not to picture her with her mouth on him, so that he wouldn’t pop a boner right in front of her face. Flustered and breathless, he airily chuckled, stepping back and saying, “Y-yeah, I really like that one.”

She gave him a look that asked, You okay? before asking aloud, “You got any others that you’re hiding from me?”

Remembering the one on his chest, he pulled down the collar of his shirt, revealing a hint of the one that rested below the right side of his collarbone. “This one, too.”

“I can’t see it from over there, dummy,” she giggled, climbing to her feet with a small grunt.

She approached him, eyes fixated on the hint of a tattoo. Taking the reins, she pulled his collar down further, brushing her fingers against his. His breath hitched as he felt her fingers against his hot skin, feeling like his heart was audibly pounding out of his chest. She seemed so calm and collected, using her other finger to softly trace over the inked skin on his chest, the contact making him suck in a breath through his teeth.

The tension in the air was thick like a fog, and she felt like every cell in her body was being drawn to him in a magnetic pull. She felt her own breathing speed up in their proximity, and she looked away from his chest tattoo and into his eyes to find he had been staring hard at her with blown pupils and flushed cheeks. She released the collar of his shirt, not moving her hand from its spot on his chest, not saying a word or breaking eye contact. The air around them felt electric, like lightning was about to strike them both down right here, right now.

She parted her lips to say something, anything, but no words came to mind. All she could focus on was the buzzing in her core and the heat in her face. He glanced down at her parted lips, letting his imagination roam wildly with fantasies of those lips on his, those lips all over him, and his lips all over her. She noticed this, subtly gripping his shirt in her hand. Deciding that she couldn’t take any more of this tension that choked her like a warm hand wrapped around her throat, she yanked, aggressively pulling him into her and smashed her mouth against his.

His hands flew to her face instantly, cupping her cheeks strongly as she sucked on his bottom lip, running her tongue across it gently as an inquiry. He invited her in, and they did the dance of sloppy, open-mouthed kisses. She reveled in his taste and smell, the cigarettes and the hint of weed from a while ago, and the sound of his labored breathing from his nose against her face. She even liked the way his large nose pushed into her cheek, and she let her arms wrap around his neck in a tight embrace.

He stroked her cheek with his thumb before dropping his hands to her waist, pushing softly and leading her backwards until she felt herself bump up against a large surface, making her gasp against his lips. She let him pin her to the boulder, pulling him in closer and pressing her chest into his. When his abdomen pressed into hers, she could feel him already hard, making her whimper softly into his mouth. He took it as an opportunity to go farther, nestling his thigh in between her legs and resting his knee against the boulder, feeling the absolute heat radiating from her.

Her fingers dug into his hair, accidentally scratching at his scalp and eliciting a groan from him, which ignited her core like a fire. Without realizing it, she had let herself drop onto his thigh, pressing the seam of her jeans up against her clothed heat and rubbing against her covered clit. He felt her slight grind against his leg, letting himself grind his own arousal against her. He lowered one of his hands from her waist to her inner thigh, stroking it with his thumb and eliciting a full-on moan out of her with how close he was to touching her where she needed him most.

Upon hearing herself moan like that, she pulled back, panting. “Wait,” she breathed out, “we’re just friends… we shouldn’t—”

“This is what friends do, right? They help each other out?” he asked lowly, dipping his head to skim his lips against her neck in a ghost of a kiss in an attempt to tease her into wanting more. And, boy, did it work. He could see the goosebumps appearing all over her body.

She shivered before she responded with a meek, “Y-yeah, friends can do this...” He noticed the way her thighs clenched together against his thigh, and stroked her thigh again, even closer to her core that was now damp and getting damper by the second, making her suck in a quick breath through her teeth.

“Just friends,” he agreed, finally placing his lips against her skin and nipping at her neck. She was like putty in his big, warm hands, leaning into his touch and digging her fingers further into his hair, which made him smile against her skin. She could feel the outline of his lips moving against the warmth of her neck as he murmured, “Ugh, I’ve been wanting to touch you like this so bad, ever since I fucking laid eyes on you in the school parking lot.”

“M-me too,” she stammered, pulling him impossibly closer to where he just had to nestle entirely between her thighs. His hands climbed further down, sweeping underneath the curve of her ass to lift her, and she willingly obliged, letting herself be lifted and pressed against the boulder with her legs wrapped around his waist tightly. “I even asked Dustin who the hottie in the jacket was,” she whispered in admittance, and he bit down hard on her neck, eliciting a shocked whimper out of her.

“God, you’re so fucking cute,” he groaned before deftly licking the purple skin where he had bit down on, making her release short, panting breaths and grip his hair harder. “And so fucking pretty.”

He pressed his hard, denim-clad crotch into her, the pressure against her driving her insane. He gently ground into her, one hand holding her up by the ass and the other hand dipping underneath her shirt to feel her hot skin. She mewled like a kitten, needing more friction, not even caring about the rough surface against her back. He broke from the kiss to look at her in her desperate state, seeing her pleading eyes and tousled hair. He smirked, leaning down, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear as he whispered, “You want it, baby?”

“Please,” she whimpered, and he chuckled darkly.

“Already begging for it? Aw, how could I deny such a pretty girl what she wants,” he teased, pulling back and letting her down. She wobbled on weak legs, and he softly pushed her back to lean against the boulder so that he could undo her pants, kneeling down to slip off her shoes and slide her pants off, revealing her legs to the chilly open air, already acquiring goosebumps. Her breath hitched at his own desperation, although a more dominant and demanding desperation.

He gazed down at her underwear with absolute adoration in his eyes. “Jesus, even your panties are so fuckin’ pretty,” he whispered to himself, still kneeling before her. She couldn’t deny the wetness that had pooled in her underwear, feeling her excited walls clench around nothing. This was really happening.

He placed his large, hot hands on her upper thighs, his cool rings contrasting the heat of his hands. He gently spread her thighs, sweeping a hand underneath one to lift it over his shoulder, his eyes locked on the sopping wet patch in the crotch of her panties.

“Oh, fuck, baby,” was all he could say, swiping over he drenched, clothed slit with his thumb to gently rub her sensitive nub over the fabric. Her breathing quickened, and she almost dropped her body weight on him, making him tense up his strong arms to stay put in their position. He looked up at her, her pupils blown and her face red, before asking quietly, “May I?”

“Y-yes,” she breathed out, and that was all it took for him to pull the crotch of her panties to the side and slide two thick fingers through her slick folds.

“Jesus, you’re so wet,” he whispered, pulling his hand back to watch in awe as the slick covering his fingers stringed as he separated his fingers. She whined pitifully, hoping it would bring his touch back to her.

Instead, he stood up, leaving her legs trembling and her half-exposed heat dripping down her thigh. When she saw him begin to undo his own jeans, her eyes were glued to his bulge, the zipper coming down to reveal a large tent in his plaid boxers. Before she let herself get carried away, she pulled herself back to reality for long enough to ask, “You got a rubber?”

“Oh! Yes, I do,” he chirped, leaving his clothed erection hanging out of his black jeans while he reached in his back pocket to pull out his wallet, an old leathery thing, and pulled out a silver packet. “Bingo,” he said, holding it up.

“Did you plan this?” she asked, wondering why he had brought along a condom in the first place.

“Not this specifically,” he admitted with a smirk, “but I did put this in my wallet right after we met.”

“You cheeseball,” she teased, taking the condom wrapper out of his hands. “Can I put it on you?” she asked, gazing into his eyes to find a glimmer of adoration in his.

“Y-yeah,” he breathed, looking down and pulling himself out of his boxers.

She couldn’t help but ogle at it; it was long but also quite girthy. She would have called it impressive if she didn’t want to give him any more of an ego that he already had. She settled for mouthing the word, Wow.

Not wanting to waste anymore time, she ripped the edge of the wrapper off with her teeth, ignoring the smidge of package lubricant that touched her tongue. He stepped up close to her again, his length brushing against the belly of her shirt. Taking the rolled up rubber, she touched it to his tip, that already had a small bead of pre-cum leaking. He hissed at the contact as she rolled the condom down his length, gripping it and shimmying the latex down as far as it would go, her band brushing against the mound of dark brown hair at his base, which tickled her hand.

He watched her do this, his stare morphing from awestruck to almost predatory as he thought about all of the things he could do to her, anything to get her to make those beautiful noises for him again. As soon as the condom was on, he swooped her up once more, lifting her to pin her between the boulder and himself with the only barrier between them being the thin, soaked fabric of her underwear.

She wanted to kiss him again so bad, but she just couldn’t look away from his intense eye contact. She wrapped her arms lazily around his shoulders, fingers playing with the hair strands at the nape of his neck. His eyes bored into her soul as he reached down in between them, pulling her underwear to the side, and sliding himself up and down her wet slit, gathering her slick and bumping the sensitive nub that made her gasp and wrap her legs around him tighter. She tried to look down in between them, so that she could watch him, but his other hand grabbed her jaw, holding her face so that she had no choice to but to hold his stare.

His member prodded her dripping hole, and he leaned in to finally kiss her again, pressing into her and pushing himself in at the same time. The sensation of him ever so slowly stretching her out made her moan into his mouth, and she pulled him harder into the kiss, her hands buried at their rightful place in his hair.

Once he was buried to the hilt, she adjusted to his size, feeling herself relax around his member, and she broke their kiss to bury her face in his neck, his hair sticking to her face. She felt her walls clench down on him from his lack of movement and her need for just that. He leaned his head against hers, nuzzling her for a moment before whispering in her ear, “You want me to fuck you, sweetheart?”

“Y-yes,” she stammered out, feeling her own hips stutter against his body at the thought of him pounding into her.

“Yes, what, baby?” Chills ran down her spine. She never pictured herself enjoying being dominated, but with Eddie, she wanted nothing more for him to do whatever he wanted with her.

“Please!” she squeaked out, whimpering against his neck.

And that was all it took for him to give her exactly what she wanted, what she craved so desperately. He thrusted into her, against the huge rock, at a leisurely pace, and the drag of his thick length continuously stretching her from the inside had her already quaking. She was a mess, whimpering and whining into the crook of his neck, feeling the pleasurable burn of her tightness being filled out so completely. “Eddie, that feels so good,” she whined.

When he began to pound harder, he pulled her head away from his neck and cradled the back of her head to keep it from banging against the solid rock behind her. He wanted to watch the pleasure in her face. He listened to her whines turn into moans, he watched her jaw go lax and her brows knit together.

“Fuck, baby, you look so fuckin’ pretty like this,” he groaned in between his own grunts, one hand behind her head and one digging into the side of her hip so hard that he was almost worried he’d leave a bruise.

He slid his hand down from her hip, down in between their bodies, down past her pretty panties, and landed on her sweet, throbbing cunt that was taking him in so well. She whined at the contact, thrusting her hips out for him, and he absolutely ate it up, using two fingers to rub soft, slow circles around her aching clit.

At this, her legs were tensing up, squeezing around his waist hard. To him, she sounded like an angel, moaning and whimpering so beautifully just for him. He let himself speed up his pace, slamming into her ferociously while keeping his fingers slow and steady.

Her whole body was shaking as she felt that string inside of her wind tightly, begging to snap, and Eddie knew. He could feel her tightening up around his cock, and he wanted to give her something she’d never forget.

He slowed down his thrusts into an agonizing pace, slowly sliding in and out with ease, his fingers taking their time on her overstimulated bundle of nerves, prolonging the build-up to her orgasm. She was downright trembling against him, and her eyes fluttered open to look at him, her eyes welling with hot tears of pleasure. She needed more, needed him faster and harder. All she could do was beg pitifully, whimpering strings of “please, please, please,” with her moans.

“Please?” he groaned, taking in the sight of her writhing before him. “Oh, baby… you don’t need to ask, you’re almost there,” he teased, adding his thumb to swipe up and down her drenched slit while he kept his fingers on her clit.

She let her hips chase the feeling, rutting up against him as the overstimulation from his the slow push and pull of his cock, the attention to her slit, and the touches around her clit gathered up inside of her, tightening up in her core until she felt like she was about to burst. She squeezed her eyes, her chin wobbling as she began to feel that white hot pleasure sear through her.

Just as she felt herself slowly begin to let go, he felt the first tight clench and smirked. He suddenly began pounding harder once more, feeling her walls flutter around him so tightly he thought it would project him out of her. Her moans were more like quick, high-pitched squeals as that string inside of her finally snapped and she came harder than she ever had in her life around Eddie’s cock.

He rode her through her orgasm, continuing her pleasure as he chased his own, listening to her incoherent babbling as she let her lips loose on his neck, mindlessly licking and sucking at it as she held him so tightly that her nails dug into the back of his neck. His grunts became his own soft moans as his hips stuttered into hers, and he came with a soft, “Oh, fuck, baby,” cooed in her ear, spilling himself into the condom but wishing he could just paint her insides with his seed. He dropped his head against hers and they stayed there like that for a good, long moment, basking in post-coital bliss.

Both panting and sweaty messes, he pulled back and she looked at him, a wide smile blossoming on her face. They both couldn’t help it, and they laughed hard at the irreversible choice they just made. She winced as he pulled out, and in consolation, he kissed her sweaty forehead.

He slid the condom off, tying the end of it into a knot like the world’s wimpiest water balloon, while she put her put her pants back on, swiping off the dirt it had gathered from sitting on the forest floor, and slipped her shoes back on.

She watched as he tucked himself back into his boxers and zipped up his jeans, filled condom still in hand. He took a second to look at it wonderingly, before suddenly turning to throw it as hard as he could up towards the huge boulder above them that was shaped like a skull. They both watched as it disappeared above the head of the boulder, not hearing it land on the other side, leaving them both to assume he had managed to throw it on top of the boulder, to sit there until somebody was bold enough to climb it and discover a nasty, used condom.

He released a content sigh, stretching his back backwards before joking, “So, ‘hottie with the jacket’, huh?”

“Shut up,” she retorted, slinking back down with shaky legs to sit on the ground. “So, you wanna talk art?”

[pawbeanies]

Hello Chuu my love my darling my angel my sweet sweet pup, do you have any fantasies involving being used by strangers or recognized by followers, and if so, care to elaborate? Mwah

helloooo anon my dearest my googy my anonnn!!! my tail is wagging at all the sweet names btw thank youu. hehe im lovedarlingangelsweetpup ...

mwah i fear i am putting my fantasies are under the readmoreee. you got me

covering my face with my hands i fear youve hit such a weak spot... i have never written down a Lot about my Fantasies fantasies i think so. looking away. i am just typing and typing and typing a

i think like. being used by strangers is so !!! good for fantasies!!! i think the like ... concept of being on a crowded train or something and having everyone be oblivious to the fact that someone(s plural?!?!)s touching me is sooo. the like .. being on the subway and trying to hold on to something while the train rocks and someone presses themselves up against my back. oh nooo the trains are waiting for signal clearance... we are gonna be here for a while... being dragged off the train by said stranger at the next stop to Continue is alsooo. a lot.

part TWO of being used by strangers i think soo much of like. going to a party with a friend but going through the Introvert Nightmare of clinging to the wall while my friend who brought me to the party is off talking to other people?? sitting next to someone i don't know and maybe striking up an (awkward) conversation with them. ... not realizing they're getting a little closer n a little touchy. i think ending up lowkey being felt up by a stranger at a party and having any noise i make drowned out by the sound of people chatting or music playing would be kind of wild... this one is a recurring fantasy fksjfj pawbeanies confession sometimes i put on like Party Ambiance Sounds to like get the full fantasy experience except it also makes me kind of sleepy

ofc like u can imagine both of these with People plural also. they are very flexible concepts in. my brain. there is a small department of braincells dedicated to Fantasies Of Being Used By Strangers

kicking my feet i havent thought that much about being Recognized by followers (mostly because i didnt think like. i have only now realized that thats a thing. that can happen now.???) but aaaa. the likeee. being pulled to the side by someone who Knows and being shown all my posts like. oh noo..... it would be a shame if everyone found out such a sweet innocent and soft-spoken person was actually a gross pervert?? ofc there is a way for this to stay a secret .....

hmhmhm i think also a fantasy of like... vaguely related to being recognized but. going Undercover to do nasty stuff with ppl from Internet... like secret identity but like. gross about it... and then bam its like the wig comes off and actually that Weird Internet Dog is actually chuu from (department i work in) that always says hello to everyone in the hallways ..... recognized ....

in like a horrible no good turn of events i think these are all just plots to doujins ive read and liked and now i gotta go like touch grass. i think. for my own good... the moral of the story... drink water...

[jellytheteawolf]

Finished fof ep 12... will contain spoilers from the series up until then

Me physically gripping my head everytime wen xiao just stands there (or when like the entire crew just. Stands there.... peep the fight with ran yi + li lun against zhao yuanzhou. Or when siheng was killed like. WHY WERE ALL OF U STANDING THERE... HELP.......) I like her as a character bc she can be very playful and witty, but damn the scriptwriter(s) are trying so hard to make her fit the mildly useless damsel hole like GET UP!!! LET MY GIRL LIVEE

Also they love to shove in romance side plots huh. Well technically this is a romance drama I think so it's on brand but damn. Ranyi and qi xiaojie were the best romance side story I cried so fucking hard on ep 6. Cheng huang and og baize shennv were whatever. Qing geng and fei are slightly better bc of the whole tragedy of fei's nature so I liked that.

I'm not on ep 13 yet so maybe it'll be shown but damn qing geng does not hate fei enough, if I was her Id be like trying to kill him yelling at him like bro was the whole reason this shit happened to her :sobs when he reached out to hold her face I was literally going SLAP HIS HAND OFF WHY ARE YOU HOLDING HER FACE LIKE THAT BITCH yea I think she was also talking abt herself when she was talking to yichen "how would you feel if you were forced to see the person you hate everyday." Then again it has been like what a couple hundred years so it's possible her anger mellowed into resignation

Also jump to ep 8 but I think ep 8 is my favorite episode in this show so far. Ep 8 and the ep with yichen in the nightmare (I forgor which ep that was). Man doomed siblings.... I crode so hard... the shackles scene....... man.... MAN

There's some symbolism with the reocurring close up shot of hands and the things with hands (wen xiao writing the character on pei sijing's hand, bai jiu holding onto yichen's bells, the bracelet that brought the plague) something something human connection in it's best and worst forms love and hurt....

Also the thing I like abt qing geng's story is the fact that baize shennv sealed her away. Gods will always be cruel unintentionally to a degree, because they are immortal (okay well i dont remember if the baize shennv were immortal but YOU GET MY POINT) and have duties that a mortal cant shoulder or fully understand. They will almost always choose to look at the bigger picture because that is what a god does, it protects the innocent majority/utilitarianism because that is literally what their job is. It creates situations such as qing geng, because on a utilitarian level, sealing qing geng + fei away is indeed the safest option for defenceless humans + innocent demons. Was it fair? No. Was it done without malicious intent + a desire to protect innocents? Yup

Also the whole pei sijing being a double agent NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO..... my queen........ also Im really scared for pei siheng bc he hasn't shown up/no mention of where his puppet is the past few episodes so it's like. I feel like something's gonna happen to him. Maybe as a punishment for pei sijing if she abandons being an agent for chongwu(?) the puppet will get destroyed or smth idek if chongwu knows about the puppet but anything can happen in this show JUST LET THE SIBLINGS BE CONTENT WITH THEIR BITTERSWEET ENDING

Bai jiu and yinglei shenanigans make me happy they're so stupid /pos.

ZHUO YICHEN head in hands... okay not really analysis related but he's really pretty fml. At first I was like huh his face is kinda square then he put his hair half down and I was like DAMN also young yichen... im typing on computer so no emoji keyboard but imagine a string of sobbing emojis. Him jumping for the fruits and the bell ringing and and "so my brother knew I wasn't lost" I NEED TO BE LOBOTOMIZED and bai jiu going he put the bell there bc he was scared his mom wouldn't find/remember him :sobs young yichen looks so cute in the cream white colors too. Man Im sorry for every bad thing that's gonna happen to you fawk

Also "I dreamed I was becoming a demon and no one would play with me" other than the foreshadowing I am fucking smelling so hard man that's rough... idk I have a soft spot for charas with simple/innocent desires. Companionship. Becoming a chef. Being strong. Like damn. Damn!!!! This fucking show!!!! /pos

I like it a lot so far fml in my mind ran yi and qi xiaojie are alive and sailing the wilderness together idc idc they deserved a happy ending

[aprillikesthings]

Man, I meant to get more of these done this weekend. I will attempt to get two done tonight, yeah? Yeah.

I mean...maybe three? Depends? But the fact is, the end of s3 has some of my fave shit in the whole show.

It would HELP if I stopped trying to describe EVERY SCENE

okay. trying to cut back. again.

s3 ep4 Moment of Truth

Glimmer and Bow and Huntara show up at Bright Moon and are like WE GOTTA GO TO THE FRIGHT ZONE AAAAUGH and Angella is like "explain yourself young lady," roll theme music

pfft

okay plot shit: they only need to open the portal long enough to tell Horde Prime YOOO HEYYYY WE'RE HERE and then Horde Prime can open it the rest of the way from his side of things

and she realizes that means her boyfriend will leave

and that'll take ages, right??? HA HA

also the swelling harp music when they're making eye contact is great

okay the degree to which my personal tastes in fictional lesbians engaging in various forms of villainy (including but not limited to bondage of possibly dubious consent) is becoming incredibly obvious to me to a degree that is a tad embarrassing, because I remembered what shot was going to happen next as it was about to happen and my heart rate jumped (emphasis on fictional don't get weird on me)

Wait no now I'm thinking about some of my K/DA fics

....and some of my Steven Universe fics for that matter....

OKAY LISTEN

Just LOOK at them okay

fucking christ

(on a related note, a friend of mine wrote a smutty fic where Catra takes advantage of how Adora is tied up in the Crimson Waste, I meant to link to that and forgot)

Catra basically shoves her to the floor with the hand holding the sword.

And all the fancy computers/machinery in the room goes NUTS now that the sword is there

hrrgh

I have always LOVED the way Entrapta says this line ahahaha

they're having an entire conversation and meanwhile Adora is bound and gagged on the floor and yelling through her gag.

she's so reluctant ;_;

😬

(Hordak is saying this.) but also, like, why IS she in there and not in one of the prison cells

oh, right

YOU'RE THE REASON MY CHILDHOOD SUCKED, DUDE

he's all smug about it

girl why do you keep struggling

anyway she taunts him and he's like "whatever, I will crush you like a bug," but then his little exoskeleton zaps him and Entrapta goes to comfort him and he shoves her away and yells at her

how dare u mistreat her!!!

and then sword frees itself and flies into the little setup for opening the portal, uh oh

Glimmer and Bow pop into Shadow Weaver's room/jail cell and

did she like, pose that way ahead of time

Glimmer: Horde's gonna open a portal Shadow Weaver: shit, that's bad Shadow Weaver: but oh if you let me out I can help you teleport right into the Fright Zone :) I'll just use your connection to the moonstone :) Bow: me too Shadow Weaver: ugh I guess

Bow: you just want out of jail Shadow Weaver: I want Hordak dead

poor Bow

She literally looks away AND pulls her welding mask down poor bb

Adora: "Catra will say anything to get what she wants" Entrapta: "Catra is my friend....I think" Adora: "She was my friend, too...but she makes bad decisions" [understatement] "The Horde's armies will come through and then it's all over for Etheria. You can't open the portal!"

and then Entrapta takes her words super literally

Poor Entrapta just wants to explore space and can't without the portal, but as Adora points out, the last She-Ra basically fucked with things so a portal would end up destroying the planet

Angella fliying towards all the princesses and Shadow Weaver as they teleport away is animated really beautifully

I'm sure it's fine that the last conversation Glimmer had with her mom was an argument :) I'm sure that won't be an issue later :)

They get to the Fright Zone, various princesses fight off members of the Horde, Lonnie pulls the alarm, and--

Hah I got Catra's reaction without having to rewind

but yeah Catra's face before she gets it under control is uhhhh expressive

ugh Shadow Weaver's tone here. It's the kind of thing that's meant to sound kind to anyone listening but is obviously condescending and awful to Catra

oof

Fucking hell her angry rant to Shadow Weaver (who basically has her tied up via magic) is so raw. "Do you know what happened to me after you escaped? Do you even care? You couldn't wait for to get away from here, from me."

but of course she actually came back to stop Hordak, or at least that's what she's saying, and Catra's like NOPE IMMA OPEN THAT FUCKIN PORTAL

But yeah Shadow Weaver didn't have a good reason to just torture Catra at this point but she does it anyway until Bow stops her

Entrapta: yo so it turns out if we turn on this portal it'll fuck up all of reality

oh god Entrapta makes the mistake of telling Catra "Adora is right"

yeah this is the moment she...genuinely starts to fucking lose it

noooo

yeah you just intentionally hurt her out of anger and frustration that's not great and YOU KNOW IT (and so does Scorpia)

AND I'M OUT OF IMAGES time to reblog bc I'm not deleting anything lol

[satorugojowidow]

Hi Adari! I'm a big fan of your metas, especially your jjk ones because you see things from an angle the rest of the fandom doesn't. I'm sad you're not enjoying the current arc. How do you think

Thank you so much, I’m glad you enjoyed it :) 

The part of plot that involves usa army show a poor understanding of geopolitics. Which is disappointing because Gege always managed very well to introduce political problems in the manga.

For Kenjaku’s plan it was necessary the introduction of non sorcerers combatant and it was solved with the usa army’s plan that is plain ridiculous. 

Why is it ridiculous? First, Kenjaku sells the curse energy like a new source of energy that will erase the dependence of oil and usa government is all willing to take that chance and that is stupid. Why? Because there are alternative sources of energy that are clean, easy to get and, more importantly, won’t involve declaring a third world war. We are talking about Japan, not Irak, I’m sorry to said this but the consequences of an invasion are bigger. Plus, sorcerers are a minority even in Japan, in Kenny’s powerpoint is not established how it is possible to switch to curse energy and how the resource won’t deplete in a short time. If the plan was to use sorcerers as weapons, like super soldiers will be more plausible. Yet, the open assault on Tokyo is still a problem. And let's never forget that oil dependence is only holded by the oil companies lobby. Nobody in usa government will put the country in such a crazy adventure only to start a problem with the oil industry, which is huge, and pay for their campaigns. 

Second, the idea that curse energy was a secret to governments. Curse energy is not important outside of Japan, yet some event involving curses and the existence of foreign sorcerers has happened. Considering this, it is not plausible that the government that had an espionage agency wouldn't know anything about it. In the 1970 usa government was very interested of mind powers and everything related to those researches, that is the perfect context to investigate this type of event. 

When Kenny was presented talking to representatives of China, I thought that foreign governments were interested in taking Japan’s monopoly on curse energy by solving whatever is making the curse energy to concentrate there (Tengen). But since sorcerers are plausible to be born outside of Japan and there are sorcerers like Mei Mei that will sell anything for a good price, it is not realistic to think that there are no sorcerers working for agencies outside Japan. 

How could it be done better, in my opinion. First, delete everything related to the use of curse energy to replace oil because is stupid. I believe that considering the major event that is culling the game and the huge consequences of it, a military intervention is plausible. Not to kidnap sorcerers but to destroy the sorcerers that are causing the problem and restore peace in Japan. The manga already established that curse energy existence and culling game was from public knowledge. In front of an event that puts in danger global security it is realistic to believe that OTAN will interfere. usa army intervention could be justify in this way, to protect global security and behind that there could be secret reason like taking material of research. 

Right now in the manga, usa army is invading and attacking the civilian population of Japan without a good reason, that could start a war. usa may be a powerful country but they can’t do whatever shit against a first world country.

About these past arcs, I’m not against the conclusion but the execution. The army intervention is good but is poorly justified and honestly, I feel second hand embarrassment reading that. I’m also not against Yuki’s death, but she gave us nothing, she left as she came. When she first showed up it seemed like she had a plan, but she had nothing in her hands, she just did what Tengen asked and the whole conversation didn’t even help us to understand what the hell was going on with Tengen. Noritoshi and Maki bonding was good but poorly executed because the whole arc of worn naoya was eclipsed for those random dudes.

[tholly6]

Personal blog

Animation practice

Week 1———This week we started with character design, we played and experimented around with shapes and how they could change how a character came across. I felt that my characters worked best with a triangular/ rectangular format ( characters usually rigid and long and slender) this meant I found it difficult to draw my character with circular shapes, I found it was hard to make him look mature or sleek, but made him look far more child like and innocent. The cubed version of my character came across as Saturn and cross. These are all things I will deep in mind when designing characters in the future.

Oserational drawing was at first a challenge to get back into but after a while u become fit at drawing and looking a t the same time. I was looking for people who I felt looked regale or stoic as my prompts where belle epuque and stoic, I also got thin however I thought that would reduce the amount of people I could draw.

Week2—— we started with an exercise of how to turn our observational drawings into characters, this thought me to pay attention to specific forms such as noses or hands and wither to exadurate or distort them and also to embassies a part of the body to infancies the overall form and shillouette.

The most promintant parts of my reasech of belle epiqua where into the housing (lower class in the attic, and the upper class occupied the rest of the housing) talouse latrec and the politics of that time period. I felt that the housing is something that I can use to create tension and drama in the plot line. Whilst also reinforcing the theme of class divide. The more I draw my character the more I will get a feel for her personality and the story.

I have gone back and forth between character designs, I have desided to go back and to one of my earlier designs as I feel she helped med more character, however there are still things that I would like to improve upon. For instance I want her to look younger to add a element of child like mystery and fanatics to the story. (older sibling being the provider for her younger ones, and they are all hid away in the attic)

For now, I will continue to draw her doing different things to get more of. Feel for her character, ie her interacting with siblings (as a provider, as I need to deep her stoic character relevant to her), t her doing chores, hiding from upper class in the house, her trying on upper class clothes es and so on

Week 3 – I was not here to attend the lesson never the less I attempted the task of developing my character , by drawing her in different poses with her younger siblings.

For this I tried to focus on character traits they may have related to stoicism and also things that might have happened during this period of time of the Belle epoc That might have affected them when researching into this I found a lot of housing crises during this period of time and poverty this was due to the amount of surplus wealth that the bourgeoisie was holding at the time partly due to the industrial revolution. This research can be seen on my slides. When developing my work I also find it important to talk to other people about it and what their impressions might be.

Week 4

This lesson will made to consider layout for this we were asked to create a mood board from this period of time which I had already began to do I especially liked the layout of the house what different classes would live on different levels the upper class taking the majority of the house and the servants or peasants living in the attics or the basements I felt like this house was already kind of laid out like a comic book this might be an interesting place to explore. I've also been developing my character through different poses, and illustrating dynamics they have with their younger siblings. I've decided I want her to be an almost parental figure despite being so young the pivotal point the story has something to do with the effects of the Prussian war, perhaps a family death causing them to move away from a more rural area to an urban one if not this there were lots of housing crisis during this period of time where people were often displaced from their homes and replaced by lavish gardens for the elite or upper class.

Later on this week I spoke to my dad about the story which gave me a few ideas I was finding it hard to make my character younger and I often got that she looked more like a mother, we began talking about children born out of wedlock in this period of time and this led me to the decision that she would be the mother of this boy and she would have had him out of low headlock this was ostracised and forced to move out of her home from her Christian household as she refused to give her baby up to a baby farm which was something that was commonly used in that period of time.

As I continued to finalise the storyline I decided that she would be living up in an attic in one of the houses Of the bourgeoisie with her son with whom she has to take care of bringing in her stoic character not only through the fact that user provider and has to be tough and resilient woman during this time But is also stoic in the way that she decided to keep her son even though she knew it would lead her to be ostracised by her family and society. Since I I'm only doing full pages I won't delve into the back story of how she got pregnant or who she got pregnant with this is something I can maybe pick up as a later date to learn how to fully develop stories more.

Now sketching up draughts for my final 4 pages.

Week 5

Have sketched up a few draughts of my final 4 pages however another field that finalised over decided I want to incorporate the fact that she has had her son out of wedlock through a traumatic flashback of person's birth I've created a colour palette out of my use of watercolour when developing these pages and have transferred them into procreate where I've created individual pallets which I will either create digitally or on paper however since digital is more efficient and quick it is more likely that I will go down this route. I'm currently trying to decide where to put the flashback pages in the four pages ideally I'd like to keep the flashback pages to two however I'm not sure if I should begin with the flashback and with the flashback will keep the flashback in the middle this obviously will also affect the layout of my comic so I will SketchUp a few ideas that I have and choose which best suits the flow of the story and come to a final conclusion.

I found that keeping the flash back in the middle was the best option as previously I had sketched up a few interactions she would have with her son or siblings at in that period of time and her sewing I like the idea of her pricking her thumb and bleeding and this triggering a flashback of the birth by doing this I will be able to use red as a colour of danger.

Four the final 2 pages I have sketched them out in watercolour in small pieces so I'm able to see the layout through tone and colour better than just sketches as means of and talked about this lesson we think we need to keep in the idea of the house I was previously going to cut out as I didn't think we had enough pages have I like to keep this in and have decided that I will put the house on the last page to show the character coming back to present day the house will depict the upper class family on the bottom floor and then in the attic visually depicting the class divide.

I have now made some final small draughts of what my pages will look like now I am going to begin illustrating this and colouring it on procreate of as I have decided this will be the faster way of doing it I've also purchased a new pens and procreate that will allow me to have a more paper like texture that I want to achieve

Week 6

This week I am continuing with sketching up my comic I've run into a couple of problems like where to put a speech bubbles and not having enough space for certain chara more important moments to take up space such as on the first page without practise firm I would have liked to make the panel with her some bleeding bigger however I wanted to emphasise what she looked likethe top panels morein the flashback will emphasisethis anyway.

for the flashbacks I've decided to use a slightly different start of illustration and texture-to push forward to the viewer that-this is a flashbackI will say use monochrome palette consisting of Blues and greys-and red for the blood this is something I will continue the next few weeks in my own time

Week 7

This week we began with lip syncs for this we watched a couple of videos of characters and their mouth movements the different animation techniques used to create this.

we then looked at a bunch of audio files then I created mine maps from a couple of them for this I studied not only the pitch of their voice but the rate in which they were saying it and what emotion this brought about.I also lookedbut how they were saying sentences or specific words ie weather the pitch went up at the end of the sentence which would imply a question you will see this on files in my multiple my maps that I created. I decided to gowiththe brain damage audio in the end they felt this had a witty sarcasm to itthought I would be able toconvey through bodily movementon the expression. for this I started working on my character designs promptlywhich I found fairly straightforwardas I wanted to create simplistic character designslooked almost Quentin Blake like reflecting the underlying foreboding under the sarcasm.

For next week I willhave developed my character design.

Week 8

This lesson I mainly develop my character design further and worked on my storyboard. I've made a few Draughts of my storyboardand I am happy with the outcome I have also decided for my animation I want to keepaGrady pencil lineas I feel thisgives the animation a more illustrative feel.

Week 9

This week we began the lesson reviewing our comic books, I was mainly praised for my use of texture and illustration as well as my colour palette, the main thing that I had to work on wa my text so my story could more easily be understood.

For the second half of the day we continued with the lip sync, where I planned out the mouth movements for the characters, Rachel showed us how to make brushes out of something we had drawn this allowed me to curate a brush set of mouths with assigned sounds to the mouth.now that I have properly blocked out my animation in premier I know its timings I can begin the animation process. When I began animating last time I was troubling to curate body movements that looked realistic, I will have to video myself doing these movements to make them more accurate.

As for the mouth movements, even tho I have set shapes for them I want to exaggerate the mouth shapes to reinforce the sarcastic tone of the audio.

Week 10

After reviewing the timing for my lip sync me and my teacher agreed that it was good and to go ahead and start animating, he recommended that I egin key framing the entire animation then do the in between after this.

I wanted to focus on micro movements for the first cut, instead of big gestures, for this, as I. Felt it translated the awquard nature of my character best. We discussed moving back on a chair to show dicumport, I had started this animation and had him jig himself up by his elbows however I think that it is much more reaslistic to move himself up by his hands as we tried doing it ourselves on the chair.

So I am currently key framing this scene.

Week 11

This week I continued with my lip sync. I managed to retreavre my work that I thought I had lost, this prompted me to organise my work more on one drive and make two folders one with old work and one with new work.

When animating I realised that the quality reduced when I played it this prompted me to make my lines thicker. I spent the lesson blocking out the speech of the doctor and his movements, and animated the patients face reaction. When doing this I noticed that I didn’t like how much his faced moved in such a short span of time so I cut some of the frames out to make his reaction less quick and more subtle.

Right now I am properly animating and adding the in between so of the first cut which I plan to tray and finish today and block out the mouth movements.

Week 12

When attempting my backgrounds it was a bit drab and lifeless, I wanted to curate a simular atmosphere that the characters give off. I wanted the doctor's office to look almost surreal and bizarre. To finalise this design, I will sketch this up a few times in proctreate and look up inspiration (moodboard) for this I was thinking of drawing this up on procriate then transporting it in.

I decided in the end just to make the backgrounds on to paint, as then there wouldn’t be any overlaps with the transparent characters.as for the final parts of my animation, all went smoothly and I am very happy with it.

I also managed to get the text for my comic done however there is one panel at the end that is coloured however I havent had time to properly go into it to make the colouring look like the first pages (non flashback pages) however I think that it still gets the message across.

[snailor-bee]

The Masquerade Menace

Okay so yesterday @aifozu mentioned that Whitebeard looks like he ought to be on romance novel covers and my brain went CRAZY. I sat down and wrote this in two days because once you get an idea you can't let it go. ;o; Then when I told them they were like "omg I wanna draw for it" SO HERE WE ARE!!! Art by Foz! ;u; Handsome Whitebeard about to sweep you off your feet!!! Thank you so much Foz for doing this random little thing with me omg. 🙈

(And yeah, I 100% didn't use a plot line for a story I've been idly fantasizing about, why do you ask, it's very much a random idea for the romance novel, not based on stuff I'd probably never write but would like to, no sir.)

Whitebeard x GN!Reader / SFW  / 2.6k Summary: Whitebeard is a popular figure in romantic novels even if his name isn't used he's easily recognized on the covers because of his long blond hair and signature mustache. Reader is reading one when a random man (Thatch) approaches to ask to purchase it (they collect them, to laugh at Pops about) when the reader refuses. Instead, somehow the reader is convinced to go see Whitebeard later that night. Does fantasy match up to reality? Warnings: SFW but sex IS referenced for the plot of the romance novel, so warning about that. Reader is GN but the character mentioned in the story is she/her pronouns because I just went with the standard romance novel for that.

A low snicker pierced your concentration, the little bubble that you’d created around yourself suddenly popping. Peeking a glance over the edge of the pages of your book, you saw several men quickly turn struggling to stifle their laughter.

You cocked a brow but weren’t surprised. In your inattention you’d switched the book from leaning against the table to being held in one hand, your fingers breaking the pages apart. Leaving the cover exposed to the room.

It was a romantic novel, the cover artistically painted. A man stood there in, bathed in the colors of the setting sun, stunning in shades of gold and blue. He was holding out a hand, as if beckoning the reader closer, long blond hair whipping in the wind. He looked as if about to take you off into some daring adventure. 

The trademark large white mustache made it readily apparent who the figure was supposed to be.

Honestly, you didn't blame their laughter, you were surprised to be reading it as well. Never one for romance novels, they simply weren’t on your radar. When a friend had recommended one, you’d scoffed at the idea but they had insisted. And insisted. And insisted.

So, you’d finally caved, if only to get them off your back. To your surprise you finished it in one sitting, the room going dark around you.

You were utterly enamored with the story of a cocky pirate sweeping some girl off her feet. A classic and something that would normally bore you. But somehow the story kept your attention, as did the description of the pirate in question...

No one was fooled. Even using a different name for the pirate and his crew, everyone reading it recognized it as the famous pirate Whitebeard.

Which was the reason for the snickering, you were sure. Men were never very kind about this sort of thing. You ignored it, trying to focus on the words. After the first one you got a bit—obsessed isn’t the right word but perhaps enchanted with Whitebeard-related romance novels.

Some were better than others and you had to check out basically the entire collection at your library to weed through the authors that you liked or didn’t. This one had become your favorite and you were enjoying the plot.

They could get a little repetitive and in many you didn’t love the way they portrayed Whitebeard. All of it was a fantasy, you weren’t sure what the man was really like but some of them just… picked at you wrong.

A pointed cough broke you from your thoughts and you looked up to see a man dressed in chef’s whites standing by your table, brown hair molded into a rather impressively large pompadour. You raised an eyebrow at him in question.

“Hi!” The man greeted. “Which one is that? Is it new?” he asked, pointing to your novel. You flipped the cover over, looking it over before glancing back up.  

“New-ish, yeah. Came out like last year, I just got my hands on it. Why?”

“How much do you want for it?” he asked eagerly.

Both brows shot up with surprise. “Nothing, it’s not for sale.”

The man sighed as if you had wronged him. “You sure? I can pay more than you did for it.”

“Why? I’m not even finished with it.”

“We—or rather I collect them.”

“Just find it out in town.”

“But that takes foreverrrr,” he whined.

You scoffed. “Can’t help you then, sorry.”

“What about,” he began. “I introduce you? The Whitebeard Pirates are on this island, you know.”

“Please, I’m not giving you this book for a lousy excuse like that, I bet you don’t even know them. Besides, it’s not like I really want to meet Whitebeard.”

The man slid into the seat across from you and you narrowed your eyes at him.

“No? Why not? You’re passing up a good deal to hold onto that book, must mean you like him a lot.” He wiggled his eyebrows at you meaningfully.

“Fantasy and real-life are different,” you dismissed with a wave of your hand.

He hummed. “What about the other Whitebeard Pirates then?”

“What about them?”

“Do any of them catch your fancy?”

“No.”

“No?” he echoed, his smile widening. “What about Marco?”

“Have you seen his hair? It looks ridiculous.”

He let out a loud bark of laughter before he coughed into a fist and then cleared his throat. “Izou then?”

“Honestly? Way too pretty, it’s intimidating.”

The two of you ran through a couple more members, all to a negative.

“Alright,” the man said at last. “What about Vista? He’s tall and has a funny mustache, just your type, eh?”

You’d put your book down at this point, bookmark in place. “Nah, not really interested.” At his aghast gasp, you attempted to explain. “I think the point of all these books” —you waved your hand over the cover— “is that it’s a fantasy. I’m never going to pull Whitebeard even if I stumbled across him at some bar. Nor any of the other pirates you listed. I’m more interested to read about Whitebeard because after reading these I found him attractive, sure. But that’s based on a lie, not the man himself as he really is.”

“So that’s why you wouldn’t wanna meet the real Whitebeard then?”  

“Yeah.”

“What if I told you I knew what bar he was going to be at tonight?” His eyes gleamed with excitement. “I could tell you if you want.”

You opened your mouth to refuse but before you could, he interrupted.

“I know, I know you don’t wanna meet him! But think of it this way, you don’t gotta! You can just go to get a look at him. He’s always surrounded by people, right?” Hesitantly, you nodded. Although you didn’t know that for sure it was referenced a lot in your novels. “Might be your chance to at least see him in person, that would be cool, wouldn’t it?”

You bit your lip, considering. It would be cool if only to put a real face to the novels. You’ve seen his wanted posters of course (and had a few squirreled away but that was neither here nor there) but that was nothing compared to the real thing.

Making a decision, you nodded. “Okay, where?” Even if the information was wrong you reasoned, it would only be a mild waste of your time, nothing more. You could get a drink and go home. No harm done. And if Whitebeard actually happened to be there? Then you could appreciate him from a distance with a drink before going home. Either way, not a bad trade-off.

A couple of hours later you slipped into the bar in question. It was loud and packed to the brim, familiar jolly roger on display from nearly everyone in the room. You were in the right place then. Before you could even look around, a loud laugh shook the room.

“Gura ra ra ra!”

Immediately your eyes shot over to see him. You froze in your shock; he was huge, way bigger than you’d ever imagined. A lot of books made him smaller and that wasn’t your preference but after seeing the man it made sense why they had. A lot made him tall, but this was just absurd.

Lost as you were in your surprise you didn’t notice the man you’d talked with before sitting at Whitebeard’s side. Seeing you enter the bar, he smiled wide and hustled over to you.

“Yo! You made it come on,” he greeted before tugging you forward.

“Uhh, what are you doing!?” you hissed under your breath as he pulled you through the crowd closer to Whitebeard’s table. You tried to stop yourself by digging in your heels but he just easily pulled you along.

“Oi, Pops!” he called and if you were able to stop in your tracks you would have but his hand at the small of your back resolutely propelled you forward. “Got the fan I was talkin’ about earlier!”

“Oh?” Whitebeard rumbled out with a smile, the sound of it sent your knees trembling. “Thatch here has told me all about you, glad you could make it.”

You looked up at the man—Thatch you supposed—with a fierce glare. “You lying sack of shit—”

“Hey, I didn’t lie! Told you the truth, you were the one who didn’t believe it when I said I knew the Whitebeard Pirates.” You gave him a quick glance over.

“You aren’t wearing the jolly roger! How am I supposed to know?!” Everyone knew the entire crew went around with the mark somewhere, either tattooed or on some article of clothing. Thatch grinned.

“Incognito, pretty cool right?”

You tried to scrape together the last of your pride. “Okay, well this has been fun. You’re a dick,” you directed this at Thatch. “It was nice to meet you,” you said to Whitebeard. “I’ll be going now.”

Whitebeard laughed before a large hand curved around your back and tugged you closer. “Now, now, little one, where do you think you’re running off to so soon? I wanted to have a chat.”

“About what?” you grumbled as he positioned you into the empty chair beside him.

“What’s the plot line of the book you’re reading?”

“Seriously?” You shot a disbelieving look up at Whitebeard who shrugged back at you.

“I like to hear about them but my sons never describe it properly.”

You rubbed your forehead. “Kind of self-absorbed isn't it?" 

"I'm a pirate," Whitebeard answered with a large grin, "who gives a shit about all that?" 

Sighing, you decided to get this over with. "It’s a ball, a masquerade. Someone has enchanted everyone’s masks with a devil fruit power where you can’t recognize anyone. People can still tell if they’d find someone else attractive or not but even if you’d normally know someone by their voice or hair you won’t be able to.”

Whitebeard stared down at you, making you feel like a bug being pinned and you shifted under the weight of his attention before going on. “One of your sons has a devil fruit that shrinks people. The Whitebeard Pirates—they’re not called that though—they’re there to rob the treasure trove. You’re acting as a…look out, kinda.”

“Kind of?” Whitebeard pressed, seeing your hesitation.

You pursed your lips before continuing, “They don’t trust you with being sneaky so you’re at the party as a ‘look out’ but you’re in a huff because everyone knows it’s just to keep you out of the way.”

Loud laughter breaks out over the table. “That’s true enough!” someone shouts and Whitebeard glared before turning his attention back to you.

“And? What else?”

You blinked at him. “What do you mean?”

Whitebeard leaned closer. “How do I meet the main character?”

“Ah. You notice her across the room, talking with some upper-crust ladies. You hadn’t been interested in anyone at the party, though plenty of people have tried to get your attention. But you’d seen her earlier in the night and thought she was pretty. You went over and started talking.”

“I’m sure that’s not all that happened,” Whitebeard said with a knowing smirk.

You flushed. “And the two of you went into a deserted room and have sex.”

"What? No details?" You grit your teeth. 

"They have sex once on the desk, facing each other then she gives you a blowjob. While that's happening people walk in and you growl at them to get another room. Then you have sex doggy style. That's as far as I've read."

“A shame.” He straightened up out of his slouch. “I would have liked to know how it ended.”

“Ugh, for what? They all end the same, it's boring,” someone groaned from the crowd. A flash of something cut through the air and hit the man upside the head, sending his face crashing into the table. Whitebeard easily flipped his naginata in his hand so it rested once more on the ground. His son sat back up, rubbing the back of his head and whining loudly while you sat there, your heart now firmly sunk into your stomach.

It had all happened so fast! You had barely seen Whitebeard move. How terrifying to be faced with such a mammoth of a man and be so utterly helpless. 

"Now, where were we?" Whitebeard asked, turning back to you and fear pounded in your veins. 

"I was going to head out, I told you the story so—" 

"Nonsense!" Whitebeard roared. "Stay a while, I've never talked to a fan of the novels before." 

A mug of ale was pushed in front of you and you stared at the foamy top. 

"I'm sure you have plenty of fans," you said lowly. You half expected it to get lost in the ambient noise of the bar, pirates loudly talking and cheering randomly. Whitebeard was paying more attention than you thought however because he replied immediately. 

"They're not usually as cute," he replied with a large grin, placing a hand at the back of your chair. "And I haven't talked with a reader before." The warmth of his hand burned through your clothes as you hunched forward, feeling awkward. This situation felt almost exactly like how it would happen in one of your books and it was making you feel itchy with expectations and wishes. 

That was the whole point you read those books, as a fantasy you never expected it to become reality and it was making your head spin. 

"What do you do?" Whitebeard asked and you shot him a look. He looked completely relaxed and interested in what your answer was. You ran your tongue along your teeth before you decided to hell with it, and answered. 

The two of you chatted, creating a pocket of privacy in the middle of the rowdy bar. His sons quickly abandoned the table once they realized how much of his attention was focused on you. 

At some point, you took a sip of the ale, made a face, then silently slid it over to him. The swell of laughter felt like a small earthquake as the ground shook beneath your feet and the rafters rattled. Still, through it all, you couldn't resist a small, pleased smile. Seeing how much you affected the large man made you feel good, like you could conquer the world from the force of his attention alone. 

Whitebeard dragged your chair closer to his side and leaned down further. "So, little one." His breath ghosted over you, smelling of saké but you couldn't resist a shiver. "How does the real thing compare to your books?" 

"You're bigger for one," you said immediately. He chuckled but didn't pull away. 

"Not what I meant," he pressed. 

You peered up at him, seeing his blue eyes dance with good humor. "So far it's not bad. A couple authors write you as more mean than you've been with me." 

He cocked an eyebrow. "You think I can be mean?" Tilting his head, he looked as if he was trying to appear innocent. 

You weren't fooled. 

"You're a Yonko, you bet your ass I do." 

Whitebeard laughed. "Hope it's not enough to scare you away though." The way his eyes burned told you the seriousness of his statement. You licked your lips and he followed the movement intently. 

"Not really, not yet I suppose." He smiled. 

"Good." His fingers dragged across your back as he got even closer. "Was hoping you would tell me more of those stories." 

Your heart felt like it might burst out of your chest, it was beating so hard. "Think you're looking for a little more than that," you whispered. 

When he chuckled lowly, you felt his lips brush against yours, just for a moment. "And if I was? Is there a problem with that?" 

"Just kiss me already," you ordered with a sigh that puffed against his lips. 

With a smile, Whitebeard did just that. 

[anachronismstellar]

I love all of these, but my brain keeps going back to Computer Science (whaaaat me?? Projecting??? It's more likely than u think)

1) STEM related, plus as a millennial myself I remember well how everyone's parents were obsessed with us getting into computer science area. "It's the future and pays well!!!" (That's how I ended up doing Computer Science as a minor lol)

2) inside computer science there's the management part, someone that has to deal the projects and shit, but like on the bigger scale so they tell clients what's possible or not while pushing the developers and programmers (is this how happens irl? Absolutely not lol)

3) Airplane knowing how to code. I repeat, Airplane knowing how to code and being a sloppy messy genius about it just like he is as a writer. HOLD MY HAND, DO YOU SEE MY VISION???

4) Airplane coding a program to help him edit his stories because 1. He had to for a college project and 2. If he had to do this shitty course he was going to use it for himself

5) Airplane kinda forgetting he coded this stuff, leaving it on his pc, using it once to test shit, then forgetting again, then using to edit more chapters, but because it didn't have all the PIDW files, it wasn't accurate so the chapters were filled with plot holes anyway

6) a shocking situation, Airplane dies, sad, but!!! The program still there!!!! Still doing its thing!!!! With the mess that was left from Airplane's PC!!!

7) ......... a System is born :)

7.1) the System is also Airplane's creation!!@ What a mess!!!

7.2) which makes the System also Airplane fault, shhhh don't tell Cucumber-bro that

Thank u for coming to my silly headcanon

Hey SVSSS fandom, we know that Airplane's name is a pun about his college life AND his dick but like- do we know what course he took in college?

My brain is braining and I wanna how far I can bend canon stuff

[cheesesteakphil]

IT’S FEBRUARY 28TH YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS

IT’S RARE DISEASE DAY!! YAHOOOOOOO!!!!!!

I’ve done this once before, but that was YEARS ago and my following has doubled since then SO! I make a new post! Except I’m typing it out instead of drawing because I did NOT plan ahead for this like I was supposed to!

So! The day itself, The purpose of rare disease day is to bring awareness to rare diseases and help access to medical treatment and representation for individuals that need it, and gives folk an opportunity to educate people on some of these rare diseases and share the experiences they’ve had.

You can learn more about the day itself HERE

I got an interview for first hand experience and knowledge about a rare disease! Under the read more will be a (very long! Sorry!) education lesson about it. TW’s for eye related talk, hospital/medical talk and general biology stuff.

Hey Hello there is no interview it’s totally just me. I interviewed myself in the form of writing this and using my brain to remember things. I’ll be going through all the technical medical stuff first and then I’ll get to my personal experience.

I have Idiopathic Intracranial Hypertension.

A quick breakdown of those individual words for you:

Idiopathic - Relating to or denoting any disease or condition which arises spontaniously or for which the cause in unknown

Intracranial - Within the Skull. In ya noggin. Brain case. You get it.

Hypertension - Abnormally high blood pressure.

Put those together and the official definition is this: “Idiopathic intracranial hypertension (IIH) is a disorder related to high pressure in the brain. It causes signs and symptoms of a brain tumor. It is also sometimes called pseudotumor cerebri or benign intracranial hypertension.” [1] - This ananotated site also is the best for learning about IIH, if you don’t want to listen to me talk about my own experience/non-doctor type breakdown of it :)

The symptoms of IIH can present as the following:

- Blurry vision or Double vision, and in extreme cases, vision loss (especially in the peripheral vision)

- Dizzyness/nausea

- Vomiting

- Neck Stiffness

- Frequent headaches and/or Migranes

- Tinnitus (persistent ringing in the ears)

- Forgetfullness

- Depression

First thing that’s done is eye tests, specifically to check the back of the eye using retinal imaging (a big camera flashbangs you basically, it sucks.) to view the retina, optic disc (funky spot that holds the nerve) and blood vessels.

This is followed by Brain imaging with either an MRI or a CT scan to detect if there are any tumors present or anything else that could be causing the symptoms (plot twist, IIH is just your brain playing a funny prank to trick doctors into looking like you have a brain tumor when really, there’s nothing there)

After an MRI comes back clean, the next step is a Lumbar puncture (also called a spinal tap), to withdraw a sample of CSF (Cerebrospinal fluid - the juice that your brain sits in that’s also in your spine). This is to check the pressure in your spine and skull. The typical CSF opening pressure in an adult will range from 10-20 cmH2O.

Though a direct cause for IIH occuring is unknown, the CSF pressure is what’s responsible for the symptoms, high pressure in the skull can press against the optic nerve at the back of the eyes, resulting in the potential vision loss or blurred/double vision.

Treatments for IIH will vary depending on the severity of the case, but can include weight loss, medicine such as diuretics to filter excess fluid out of the body, having frequent spinal taps to remove excess fluid and reduce pressure, or having a shut surgically placed in the brain to drain fluid. 

Now that I’ve fried your brain with all that medical text book wordage, I will let u in on my fun little tale of my relationship with IIH.

Which starts with me breaking my glasses lmao.

I was in university, I woke up one morning, and I got out of bed and stood directly on my glasses that were on the floor. So I thought ‘fuck ok well I might as well go get an eye test if I need new glasses anyway’ so I stumble my way into town and the optician was so empty they just took me in for an eye test straight away. And they had recently gotten upgraded equiptment to capture detailed imaging of your eyes to detect if there are any health issues that could be imparing sight, and so snap snap I get flashbanged with camera lights and they discovered that some of the blood vessles in the back of my eyeballs were burst, so he wrote a note, and sent me straight to the ER.

I get there, they look me over, do some standard eye tests and send me up to Opthamology (eye doctors) who read the note and send me straight to Neurology (brain doctors) who put me straight in the metal magnet tube (MRI). And as well as confirming that I do definitely have a brain, there is also 100% no tumors hiding in the brain wrinkles either. After that they slap me with the diagnosis and book me in for a spinal tap the next day. Now I mentioned what the average pressure should be for spinal fluid (between 10-20 cmH2O ), and mine was something around 25 cmH2O, which was the very bottom base line for IIH diagnosis, so by all account, I’m thankfully an incredibly mild case. 

 Another fun fact that contributed to my mildness is that I am totally asymptomatic. I haven’t experienced any of those symptoms I listed except tinnitus, but I’ve had that for as long as I can remember, so it wasn’t a symptom from the IIH. (Also certain I’ve had depression before the IIH too but w/e w/e not important they didn’t check me for that anyway)

Thankfully, this all lead to me only ever needing the one spinal tap during diagnosis, and I’m on a low dose of Acetazolomide medication which I can be taken off of once I lose some more weight :) I did used to see an Opthamologist and a Neurologist (I MISS YOU DR.BATHGATE U WERE SO COOL) regularly while I was still at uni but that stopped once I finished in 2018 and moved back home because the hospital in my city is shit and never actually picked up my referral. But tbh the constant hospital visits were not having the best effect on my mental health so it’s a bit of a tricky situation.

I’ve always made a point to be very open about this, so that I can educate those that are unaware or misinformed (I’ve even had to tell a few GP doctors about it!) and I am always open to any questions people have, be it about the diagnostic process or my own experience, and I highly encourage sharing the knowledge! It is still a widely unknown disorder and my hope is that shining enough light on these conditions will help give rare diseases the boost they need both in public awareness and to advance medical research.

If you made it this far into the post, a BIG BIG THANK YOU! This day obviously means a lot to me, and the fact that you took the time to read all those words for me means even more! Please feel free to share this post around if you want, and maybe take the time to read a bit more about Rare Disease Day (once again, that link is here)

Ty Ty have a wonderful day! :)

[actualbird]

first let it be said that i am a giant advocate for polycules. everyone in the nxx should be holding hands.

with that out of the way. HELP I CANT STOP THINKING ABOUT VYN/LUKE. it is now crucial for my mental health to pick up this dynamic put it in my mouth like a dog toy and bite with the ferocity necessary to break the little noisemaker. i came for luke but vyn came for ME and now i will never be free.

i don't just need them to hold hands. i need them to play mind games with each other your honor. i need both of them to be hyperaware of what nonsense is going on, analyze it and hide it behind knowing smiles. i need them to then discuss said findings and come at it from two different angles, i need to see the battle of academics and firsthand experience firsthand. i need them to have deep academic discussions about their medical fields. i need vyn to call luke out and have luke bite back with unexpected ferocity and accuracy. i want them to get into such weird niche conversations the other members can no longer follow. i want them to try and figure out what is UP with the other parties secrecy. i want vyn to say some peak horse girl shit and have lukes only point of reference to relate to the man be a mark from 2 years ago that went south. he had to tail the farrier and he now knows way too much about horse anatomy. i need luke to drink instant coffee in front of the man who got a 20 year old pu'erh cake from yunnan for the evening who is currently looking on in barely concealed horrified fascination.

tl;dr: bark bark bark

-💚

heyyo, greenheart! and also this anon who sent this ask MONTHS AGO but finally my vibes are Aligned To Talk About Vyn/Luke

GREENHEART R U PSYCHIC? AND/OR FOLLOW ME ALSO ON MY PRIV TWT? cuz just yesterday on my priv twt i briefly went mildly insane about vyn/luke and YEAH EXACTLY THEIR DYNAMIC IS SO INTERESTING TO ME

at first glance, vyn and luke seem like characters who are LEAGUES APART. but in my prev analysis, "the nxx boys and bad things", i realized a commonality when i made the diagram in there

vyn and luke are both on the active end of the spectrum, in terms of their behavior and tendencies towards their respective "bad thing" but i wont into that again cuz i already explain what i mean in the analysis itself

what i do wanna delve into is how this active-ness makes vyn and luke's dynamic so interesting. like, vyn likes being in control and uses his expertise of it with no holds barred. luke has a very clear "i'll do it myself" mindset in so many situations. in moments that matter for one reason or another, they dont idle, they act.

it's almost as if theyre both on the "offensive", so to speak

to make this clearer, i'll bring up the only thing ive written thus far that focuses on vyn and luke's dynamic (not ship but still i feel strongly about this): chapter 5 of "filler episodes of the lost gold"

as context for u, greenheart, this fic is all little inbetween scenes of the plot heavy event Mystery Of The Lost Gold that happened back in september. i very VERYYYYY MUCH RECCOMMEND u watch recordings of this event because up to this day, it's my fave tot event of all time

but yeah, in this chapter, vyn and luke hang out and it's vyn pov and i wanted to put vyn at a disadvantage but i know hes also such a perceptive and analytical person. and ive always had this feeling that of all the boys, vyn would be most cautious about luke. afterall, luke is new on the team. vyn hasnt known him as long as marius or artem. additionally, luke comes from a background of espionage. all this makes vyn wary about luke, makes vyn want to "figure luke out"

but heres the thing about luke: very often we fixate on his tank/combat abilities that we forget hes an investigator

luke, adept at solving puzzles, can easily perceive vyn just as vyn perceives him. i would even go as far to say that luke, sometimes, has the upper hand. cuz i think vyn approaches the unknown with this mindset of "what are the weakpoints?" so that he can leverage himself to a place of control

luke does that too but also hes an engineer and inventor. hes not looking just at weakpoints. to metaphorize, he looks at things in terms of taking it apart and seeing what each piece means.

all that is why that chapter ended up like that.

and all that to say the like, vyn and luke's dynamic (be it romantic ship or platonic interactions) is so so sOOOO FASCINATING TO ME BECAUSE THEYRE BOTH ACTIVE, theyre both PERCEPTIVE, but due to personality and background, that active perception is different enough to keep the other on their toes

vyn would call luke out on all his unhealthy and over excessive self destruction. luke would call vyn out acting as if the whole world will regard him only with cruelty. vyn and luke r deffo two characters that, once they come head to head, would push each other to confront things the other probably wouldve wished to leave alone.

dumb overthinking meta aside, their vibes are just so HILARIOUSLY DIFFERENT AND IT IS DELIGHTFUL TO ME

vyn: luke, what are you drinking?

luke: oh this? homemade energy drink! i call it "Raise The Roof!" haha

vyn: and what is it made of?

luke: uh. monster energy, red bull, and kool aid?

vyn, at a loss: no

alternately

luke: aw man, i passed out on my bed a few nights ago after a mission and got bloodstains all over my sheets and they wont wash out >:/

vyn: oh?

the next day, a delivery comes to luke's doorstep and it's SINFULLY HIGH THREADCOUNT SILKY SOFT SHEETS FROM SOME EUROPEAN COUNTRY

[modanon]

Let's cook even though it's far too hot to cook this weekend and I have no AC

Paldea Champion Larry has more potential to be an interesting take on a champion than how they wrote Geeta

GEETA

Let's just get it out of the way that Geeta is just bog standard champion "I am strong" writing feeling like a mix between Cynthia and Blue imo. This isn't interesting for how little cross over the "main" plot and the league/school plot has. She's not trying to stop the apocalypse, her being a Cynthia style champion isn't interesting in a story where she doesn't get to BE a Cynthia. (imo her being a Lance style would lend itself to her the best. Taking down some sort of organized crime/shady dealings feels like the golden level of stakes for her and the games)

So I propose why not Larry? Why not have this man hanging on by a thread trying to reconfigure the League?

STORY APPLICATION

Larry has been the Paldea Champion for a few years, but recently, things have gotten difficult, and Larry is doing his damnedest to keep everything from falling apart. What Larry is balancing:

Trying to address concerns about Team Star

General League paperwork related to trying to restructure their gyms

They had a gym leader leave or retire, so he's still the normal gym leader while trying to figure that out

He's trying to restructure the gyms because of the stress Grusha is under (considering making him a lower level gym (which Geeta will point out is very funny coming from Larry))

I support Geeta still being a League member. In fact, I want her to be Larry's second in command. In fact, I want her and Larry to be former rivals since Geeta is set up to mirror Nemona.

I know that "oh fight with the Pokemon you like!" has also been done to death, but I feel that showing this prevailing, but also showing that chosing strong Pokemon has its place by having Geeta still holding a high place in the League and being on great terms with her former rival hasn't been so there's that.

I also like the dichotomy of Geeta being out and running around as boots on the ground especially with the Team Star stuff while Larry is mostly doing behind the scenes, desk work stuff a good contrast as well. It's not that he wouldn't rather be out battling and taking control of the situation, it's that he's not a delegator by nature, and Geeta basically told him that she would handle it because he's already doing too much. This sets up Larry being the champion as a minor twist since 1. He's a gym leader 2. Geeta has been running around being the face of the Elite Four the whole game.

TEAMS

Team lists are in no particular order except ace at the end.

Larry keeps his gym team for the gym battle with the exception of his Staraptor because that's still a decent champion ace I feel.

Gym team is Komala, Dundunsparce, and Ursaring (tera type normal)

Larry's champion team is Dundunsparce, Farigiraf, Breloom, Snorlax, Donphan, and Staraptor (tera type flying)

Geeta becomes the fourth Elite Four member as a poison type specialist. Her team is Clodsire, Salazzle, Gengar, Toxicroak, and Glimmora (still tera type rock to just throw a bit of a curveball on her ace)

WHY IS THE GLIMMORA STILL HERE?

Backstory for Geeta and Larry. Geeta catches this rare, largely unknown, cool looking Pokemon from Area Zero and expects to sweep Larry's largely normal type team with it.

Glimmora is not a good sweeper. Glimmora is not a good ace. Geeta gets her butt handed to her. Despite this she still uses it as her ace, having had some of Larry's ideas rub off on her over time and using her favorite Pokemon as her ace regardless.

In essence, Glimmora is Geeta's ace for reasons similar to Larry running a Breloom for fighting types due to having a mostly normal team and status effects. These two have been around the block with each other a few times and bits and pieces have rubbed off on each other despite mostly sticking to their general mindsets.

Although, I would like it set up that she sends it out first to set up toxic spikes, does a switch immediately into her Clodsire, and Glimmora holds a focus sash/equivalent to prevent it from being one hit KO'd on send out.

ISN'T POISON A TERRIBLE OFFENSIVE TYPE??

Sobbing. YES. I want Geeta to be steel with a weird Ace choice. I want her to keep her Kingambit. I love the Pawniard line so much.

But

I don't want to completely rework Poppy.

I don't want to go rock because there are already ground and steel Elite Four members. Geeta being poison on an Elite Four with ground, steel, and dragon feels better than rock.

While I support Geeta being steel with a weird ace, if she's not steel, I don't want to deviate too far from her ace's types.

If I was to give her a different type other than rock, poison, or steel. I feel like the next choice for her would be dark, and ENOUGH DARK ELITE FOUR MEMBERS. Enough. We haven't had poison since Koga in Johto.

CONCLUSION

I think Larry struggling to keep the League afloat while they recover from things happening internally is more interesting than Geeta just kind of being there.

Especially because we can do it without completely sidelining Geeta, the parallels between her and Nemona, showing a rival relationship having matured which we don't really get to see (double battle with Larry against Geeta and Nemona or against Larry and Geeta with Nemona at some point post game yes absolutely), a type of champion (an overworked, workaholic) we haven't seen before, and you know what having pseudo normal type Elite Four member similar to the way Alder BW is a pseudo bug type.

You know what i'm dropping a room temp pokemon take. I think Larry should have been the Champion from a story design perspective. Enough super competent champions. Give us this man who is ultra competent at battling but also has the world's worst work-life balance