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ravenwolfie97 · 2 years ago

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2022 Art Summary

it is that time of the year again, folks. this year has felt like forever and so short simultaneously. it’s felt like nothing and everything was happening. it was a weird year for me, probably because for the most part it was rather monotonous. but there were some good things to look back on, and as per usual i’m here to round it up here for you all to look at and enjoy :3

i’ll be honest. i was really worried about the art summary this year at first because these first few months were so sparse. i even considered just condensing the whole thing into quarters since this one was so lacking. but as the year went on, the more things i had to share, so for sake of brevity i will be putting the first three months up all at once

included in this quarter are assorted Cosmic Legacy character sketches, a Genshin Impact sona to continue the trend i had wanted to set at the end of 2021 (which i did not continue afterward), a lil valentine’s day present to my girlfriend, and a shiny form for my sona that was just part of a inside bandwagon. not much to say otherwise :/

the one major thing that happened in the first few months of 2022 was that i FINALLY. GOT MY HANDS. ON A NINTENDO SWITCH. I CAN NO LONGER MEME ABOUT BEING SWITCHLESS

so that was pretty exciting :>

the release of Pokemon Legends: Arceus is what broke me, but before i played that i started off with a blind nuzlocke of Pokemon Shield, which is what the lil digital doodle in March is about; i had just caught a Stunky i named Wasabi and i was indifferent to Stunky up until catching him where i just fell in love with it

so, AI art, huh? this was when it was burgeoning, and still fun and popular to make. so when i saw some people using a 3d pokemon generator i made a whole bunch and gave it a go. i generated about 30 of them and hadn’t quite gotten to around a third of that, but the few i did were really fun to draw!

(the lil gremlin one at the top corner is uncolored here bc when i did try to color it my brain fully glitched and screwed up royally so i opted out of showing my failure here lol)

so my friend Cake started streaming a game called Your Turn to Die with me and our partner Stacey during the spring starting in late March, and it was such an incredible time that i miss being a part of (if you wanna watch our full playthrough, the vods are saved on her channel here)

so towards the end of our playthrough i decided to try my hand at drawing some stuff because my brain could not simply hold all of my feelings for them

i am definitely not biased because i played both Keiji and Rio Ranger in the stream, but i sure did like them a lot, and it was really fun to draw them :>

had a lot of cosmic drawings this month, most likely due to celebrating the One Year Anniversary of the concept at the beginning of the month! we celebrated with a cute little collab. i happened to continue the cosmic train on my end by coming up with a funny meme video idea (that we will get back to multiple times later on) and i also worked on a couple pieces in preparation for an upcoming event in the next month...

I FINALLY REMEMBERED TO SIGN UP AND PARTICIPATE IN ARTFIGHT FOR THE FIRST TIME

it was a really fun event but i did not anticipate how late i would start my entries and how much time it would take to do them well, so i only got a few out, but i’m really proud of them! it was awesome to see all these brain children of random people from all around, and to get a couple responses back of my own as well! i’m excited to give it another go next year :3

i did not get a whole lot of art things done this month because MY GIRLFRIEND (and her roommate) CAME FROM OVERSEAS TO VISIT!!

it was such a great time being with them, and we had so much going on i didn’t get much opportunity to do much, but that was fine. one thing, related to my partner actually, is my pokemon gym trainer sona here! Stacey had been thinking about a fakemon region and wanted her friends as gym leaders, so i offered myself as a ground-type trainer, since it’s one of my favorite types and is rather underrated

a little more work got done on the cosmic meme video, and a couple other lil doodles. not much else artwise, but an awesome month regardless :3

idk why this month was so lacking, cuz this is pretty much all i had lol

the one decent sketch of my sona being angy was inspired by a post i found on here that was like... if you were a villain in a movie, what song would be playing at the point you would snap

and the choice i made was Faint by Linkin Park cuz it seemed applicable. and then my brain decided to listen to it on repeat and i ended up drawing that sketch. so that was cool :0

as per usual i do at least attempt to do an october art challenge, and this time i wanted to try this year’s annual list from Thomas Sanders, and it was pretty fun! i was really into it the first week, but then i got behind and after that point many of the prompts didn’t hold my attention, so... i trailed off. again

but! i do really like these ones in particular. didn’t really have much else after that so i’m glad i had fun with those

again this is p much all i had - november was a pretty nice time actually, with lots of gaming stuff going on with me n friends, but not so much art stuff was going on then

after having completed playing pkmn shield back in june, i tried my hand at pkmn legends pretty much right after that... and it didn’t quite click with me, though i did really like it. and then over the next few months i got back into pkmn go and that’s when i realized That’s more like what legends is about - it just screwed me up coming from a regular pkmn game. so, this month, i picked it up again and i’ve gotten much farther and much more attached!

in addition, later in the month my friends and i got back into playing stardew valley after nearly a year’s hiatus, and we made our characters based on the main trio in Cosmic Legacy, and so i drew Lalun with a parsnip. it was funny

and speaking of cosmic and video game things, Sonic Frontiers came out and i... did not get that one (though i will one day cuz it looks rad) BUT one of my friends got super into it and got me hooked on one of the songs, and then the part of my brain that associates fandom stuff with songs (a rarely triggered part of my brain) started to tie that to [REDACTED] here, as inspiration for their character. maybe. idk but the song gave me vibes that they could definitely have and i thought it was cool and i made a cool art with it too so yay

and here we are, at the end of the year! the sonic hype train was still rolling so i thought about giving them another go and they turned out pretty good! and i pumped out some more pokemon content at the very end to inflate this month’s art stuff a lil bit more

OH YEAH and that cosmic meme got finished just in time for crimmis! here is the link to that since i would not post it here

all in all it’s been. a year, to say the least. i am definitely looking forward to new things in the new year, but this one had been pretty alright. lots of fun and memorable things that hopefully i can continue doing similarly in the future :3

#my art stuff #art summary #WHOO i've got it out with time to spare!#this year was pretty sad in terms of art but what i had done and what other things i'd experienced were still awesome #here's to more in the next one! hopefully we can get a resurgence

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somethincreates · 6 months ago

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tysm for telling me about your tumblr. i didn't realize u had one for some reason. i am so happy to see your art! your look and style is so distinct and it makes me happy. i really really really love your drawings of shenhe and yanfei. yanfei is actually my fav genshin character and that expression you drew on her is so silly, i can't stop giggling. i don't even care for march too much, but i think you captured her essence so well in that sketch that i feel like i might fall in love. it's too adorable

i stopped playing genshin ages ago, so i have no idea who a lot of these b-words are, but i like the drawings you did of the one with the eyeballs!

i was thinking again about one of the notes you put in the work of the kafstel shorts-about how you wrote about small sizes contrary to what people might expect to see in explicit works like this (with humiliation or whatever) and i really like that you handled it like that because it's sooo wholesome and heartwarming! i am so unhealthily obsessed with kafstel and i might be repeating myself with my other comment, but i really feel like you captured them so well and it feels so real... they were made for each other... they truly are each other's destinies and perfect for one another and it makes me so happy

your creative wonder has haunted my mind and i am so grateful for it- because it makes me feel comforted, cozy, and proud to know that someone like you exists out there. i even ended up pulling out my tablet and doing a little sketch of stelle because of you. fair warning, it is nsfw, but it's nothing detailed or over-thetop because i'm too simple. i just wanted to depict stelle with a lil peen bc i think it's adorable... SHE is adorable and all people should feel no shame or insecurities about their looks or bodies. though... i dont rlly have any experience drawing peens (or genitalia at all LOL!) i really think i could've gone smaller.... oh well, it's really nothing special, but you can see it if you go to imgur and add /a/IzUJroq to the end of the website url

you don't have to reply or acknowledge this message at all (especially if you don't want the nsfw image to be associated with your blog) it's completely fine and understandable to me. im just happy to have had a reason to interact again

thank you again for sharing your works!

I don't really advertise my tumblr as I haven't really done much with this blog yet. I only have it listed on my AO3 bio and that's it. I figured I make it a special place for those that care to see my art or potential drabbles I'd write. Also, Yanfei liker, truly goated.

To ramble on with an anecdote, I wrote Small Packages with the idea in mind of that size to show how in a loving sort of relationship, especially one destined to be, size is irrelevant to an extent. Being literally made for each other is such a lovely romantic idea. Perfect for KafStel.

I had the idea for making Stelle have small size because I noticed there wasn't any fics, art, or anything else that depicted small sizes in a positive light. At least not as much as packing major heat does. For anything that is, not just for Stelle. Even fairly middle of the road sizes don't get a lot of things made for them. I get why as it's a fantasy so going big with anything is expected. Like height, breast size, or powers, etc. It's not inherently bad and I see nothing wrong with it, I just noticed how there wasn't a lot or moderate amount of small penis fics/art/ect out there that wasn't humiliation in some way.

Nothing against humiliation play, just not my thing. At least not the more aggressive forms of it.

This goes into my creation process. When I notice there isn't a lot of something that I find interest in, I want to make it. Thusly, not a lot of small penis appreciation, not a lot of Stelle being top, not a lot of wholesome and heartwarming smut, therefore I made Small Packages. Big things come in them after all. This was the case at the time of planning and writing, that is.

Typically that's how it goes. I see a lack of something I want to see then I make it so it exists out there. Pretty much the majority of my fics and art are made because I couldn't find it elsewhere and wanted it to exist. The file name I make my art on is called "Ideas to manifest" for a reason.

Anyway, thank you for the kind words. I'm glad that you drew somethin'. Stelle has such a cute expression. Love it a whole lot. The soft linework is somethin' I struggle with so seeing it is always a treat. It looks like it feel nice to run my fingers on. As in on a sheet of paper.

The manifesting is working.

I haven't a problem being associated with anything NSFW on this blog, given I write it so it's already associated with me. I have made NSFW art as it's part of how I plan my fics but never posted them. They're all super rough and not meant to be looked at that way. Like rough drafts are for the creative, not the audience.

Rambling again. Thank you so much for the ask, art, and read. It means a whole lot to me.

#somethin'asked #making my own ask tag for potential future asks #anonymous #rambled on again

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ruthlesslistener · 4 years ago

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some more lurien headcanons

because i am bored in lecture and this man needs an actual character. team cherry, i’ve taken the liberty of sprucing up your boy

-His parents were immigrants to Hallownest. They were actually traveling to a different kingdom with the the rest of their family (who followed the butterfly tradition of being performers) while looking for a chance at higher education, but soon after they settled, some bugs that had heard of the Grimm Troupe and the rumors of him being connected to butterfly convoys ended up with them being chased out and separated from their fam while Lurien's mother was gravid

-They fled to Hallownest because they heard that they were less superstitious than other kingdoms (since, well, the gods are sitting right there and can dispute shit), but a mixture of the long journey/wrong conditions ended up resulting in complications with the clutch. They were able to seek aid in Hallownest via magical healing/devoting themselves to PK and WL and allowing the land to 'claim' them in exchange for the health of their eggs, but by that point it was too late for all of the clutch but Lurien, who hatched with a third eye and soul markings dappling him from heavy magic tampering

-(This heavy magic tampering was partially bc the healers working the magic were mortal and in a hurry; PK and WL, as gods, are expert spellcasters and thus can negate the adverse effects. But a mixture of Hallownest claiming these new residents + them getting help from mortal magicians ended up in a fae-esque deal for poor Lurien)

-Said parents were so grateful that one of their caterpillars lived that they didn’t really care all that much about these magical disfigurements, esp. once they heard such a thing was common in sudden overdoses of magic. They didn’t really notice that he was just a bit fussier than a normal caterpillar or just a bit too quiet/sleepy/disoriented from headaches, esp. since their early days of settling were focused on trying to work through paperwork, the adjustment to Hallownest time, the adjustment to living under PK and WL’s laws, etc etc

-His parents were able to establish themselves pretty quickly, seek their goal of higher education, and obtain jobs to raise them relatively quickly in the ranks from ‘just another immigrant family’ to ‘relatively well-off’, but it was at the cost of poor Lurien being alone nearly 24/7. Most of his early memories are of him sitting quietly in his bedroom window sketching buildings while listening for his caretaker to call him down for lessons, or going to boarding schools. He was v. much a case of 'beloved only child' except his parents were never able to stay at home, so he didn't really get a family environment, just 'I miss you' and a response of proud letters and sent treats, alongside some stories about how they missed their family and were still looking for them on the few times they were able to come home. He pretty much grew up in a house that was empty, but held just barely enough of a promise of people coming home that he didn’t feel like he had the right to complain, esp. since a lot of his luxuries, like paints/ a caretaker to check up on him were derived from their hard work

-This resulted in him growing up very shy and distant from other kids. The magical malformities didn't help, either, bc even if Hallownest approches magic from a scientific perspective, and magic-warping was relatively common before soul research via mortal healing was finalized, kids are cruel everywhere, and exclude those that don’t fit to their standards

-So he spent most of his time just observing people and sketching them, when he wasn't getting splitting headaches from that lil foresight/allsight magical quip he was born with that no one could really help with (I’d say that only about 40% of the population of Hallownest overall is capable of accessing their soul reservoirs, 20% had the discipline/resources to learn how to use magic and all the dangerous pitfalls and guidelines necessary for it, and only 5% of the entire population overall got parts of PK’s gift of Sight. It wasn’t really understood that much, esp. in the early days, when most just passed it off as PK offering aid. Lurien only noticed it because his isolation + studies allowed for the proper introspection to go ‘...wait a minute’, and even then he struggled greatly with control until he met PK)

-Which isn't to say he got ruthlessly bullied, really, bc he had a knack for blending into the shadows and going unobserved, it's just more like...he wasn't really there at all. He didn't have friends, he was just known as the quiet awkward kid who wore lots of draping clothes and would always give you a copy of the teacher's notes if asked. Most people who weren’t assholes liked him well enough, just not enough to care, so that's another socialization point he missed

-I hc that his parents sort of came during the start of the golden period of Hallownest?? Like, I think Hallownest lasted around a thousand years or more due to godly time fuckery, so Lurien arrived when the city was just starting to get really big and really into magical advancements and sciences, but just big and new enough for things to start falling apart a bit without extra help (aka PK was getting overworked). This time period ended up helping him a lot bc he a.) Was able to get transition meds for relatively cheap when he was still pretty young, and b.) Nobody knew how to contact PK anymore bc he kind of holed himself up when it was clear Hallownest was his, so there were not really any standards for worship. People correctly guessed that knowledge/magic was one of PK's big things, tho, so Lurien was able to figure out how to be a high priest by going full scholar mode and just throwing himself into studies to figure out What The Hell Was Up With His Weird Magic Aptitude

-In fact, I think he graduated from the school that was to become the Soul Sanctum when it was still a really young, clean establishment focused on ethical magical studies, which was where he learned that foresight/allsight is the rarest of PK's magical skills to be picked up and that no one really knows how it works due to lack of studies

-Which is another thing that made him determined to be more of a devotee to the resident god- any sort of enlightenment would be helpful. Even if PK was known for being a recluse that was almost impossible to get in touch with

-….Well. Exactly bc he thought PK would never engage with him. Lurien does Not Want To Be Seen and pretty much only got into this scholar/priesthood deal

-Cue him getting drunk one day and writing to PK about it in a gushy mess about how much he loves the City for the opportunities it gave him and his family and how they were still searching for their lost kin and how he had a bitch of a headache from trying to futuresee by accident but that was okay bc even if he had headaches and some weird bits he was still alive and the world was a vast beautiful place and yada yada yada he had no idea PK actually read it and went ‘whoa that the fuck, this mortal caught the rare magical aptitudes, I gotta check him out’ until he got an official summon to the Palace and that’s how he became Watcher (which, I hc him to be the first and last of his job line, because PK, as with many gods, does this thing where if he likes a mortal or they grow too close to him for too long, the effects of time kind of stop working on them)

-Anyways onto more mundane shit

-Like romance! I already mentioned this somewhere, but Lurien is homoromantic demisexual. The homosexual part was easy for him to pick up on, bc hello Boys Pretty, but he figured out the demisexual part via a very long, painful, confusing pining period involving someone he was almost-friends with during what was essentially bug college. He was interesting in trying to date him after he finished school, but then life got hectic and he missed his chance, so he just kind of...quietly accepted that and focused more on his studies, because the fault was his and his alone

-I feel like that’s kind of also the point where he gave up any dreams of having a mate and a family of his own, because anxiety and trying to connect with people was just...too much. Better to focus on his work and his art than on something that felt like it was always way far out of his reach, if he even had a sliver of a chance in the first place

-Also re: the family thing, he never really disliked the idea of having kids, he just assumed he wouldn't ever get the chance to have that. I feel like he'd wistfully thought of having a husband and adopting some kids at a point before he was Watcher, because he didn’t really have much of that besides stories and occasional parent visits when he was a kid, but again: that felt like asking for too much, so he retired that fantasy pretty quickly

-And possibly for the best; as it turns out, children scare the shit out of him. Particularly spiderlings. He’s not dad material at a l l, even if he is soft and fluffy

-Which, to be fair, he does have reasons for being scared of Hornet in particular. Baby Hornet was hellbent on figuring out what kind of bug he was via eating him, her mother was the queen of Deepnest, a kingdom that was a rival to Hallownest until right before her birth, and her father is the god-king of Hallownest, his patron deity, and the guy he’s been secretly in love with for years. There’s no real guidelines for him to follow here, esp. with Hornet being such a spitfire, and ESPECIALLY because Herrah enjoyed getting Hornet to call him ‘Uncle Lulu’ for extra confusion points. So Hornet, to him, has always been like a baby rattlesnake- adorable, yes, but someone to be very careful and scared of

-He’s not a prude or a bootlicker!! He’s just shy!! I actually hc that after the few hundred years it took him to get comfortable with PK, he’d sass him back in the few times he thought that he could get away with it. He’s sort of dryly sarcastic and mildly teasing, it’s just that he’s usually so on edge that he comes off as cold/having a stick up his ass, when in reality he’s just desperately clinging to decorum because he doesn’t know how to engage with people outside of those rules. He’s not like PK, who is a creature that isn’t social by nature but craves mental stimulation via conversation, he’s just...like a normally introverted person, basically, only he’s one that’s been so starved of meaningful relationships that he’s used to the bare minimum

-(On the other hand tho, if he gets really excited about something he’s prone to go all enthusiastic nerd over it and ramble excitedly and energetically only to get suckerpunched by shame later. He has no idea this is what won him over to PK and Monomon and convinced Herrah he wasn’t a boring old fuck with a stick up his ass, he just sees it as him getting childishly enthusiastic over things and disgracing himself via breaking social standards)

-And despite him being shy and distant, he’s got an unexpected strength to him. He may not seem like it, but he’s dangerously clever and has a knack for strategy that makes him a formidable political opponent. His keen eye for detail means that he is very good at picking apart all the weaknesses of his enemies to turn against them, and his fierce desire to protect his city means that he's not afraid to use such a weapon, even if he's not a directly confrontational fellow. He doesn't have to be

-He def. did get more openly dangerous/self-assured/dryly sarcastic after becoming Watcher, though. Apart from just having the reassurance at being good at his job-and liking what he does- dealing with bitchy rich people can wear anyone down. And once you're one of the most powerful members of the Pale Court, it's hard to NOT use those powers to blackmail people into shutting the fuck up sometimes

-Which, speaking of Watcher, not all of his duties are politics! In fact, a good chunk of them tie into his affinity for art as well. @spotsupblaze helped inspire me for this one in a convo with them, but there are glowworm colonies that line the roof of Hallownest's cavern; they're ancient, and form a night-sky sort of effect with minor spiritual beliefs/superstitions tied to them, but they're the most useful for charting the development of concerning leaks in the ceiling, because they cluster around small, stable gaps and avoid areas of potential instability. Part of Lurien's job as Watcher is to monitor them and create 'starmaps' for the menderbug guild to follow for repairs, which he did with stunning accuracy. Monomon also used his starmaps as a means of studying the colonies, and his affinity for patterns/art also gave him an edge in spellcraft and theory, since the shape of glyphs are as essential to guiding soul through complex spells as the intent behind them. So even if that wasn't what he did for a living, he was quite good at checking the credentials of those studying spellcraft, and designing them suitable or not for free practice

-He surprisingly isn't as much of a fan of honey as you'd think; he prefers his sweets to be mixed with a little hint of sour or fruity flavors, preferably with some mild greens to go along with it (I decided to give butterflies and moths mouths in Hollow Knight to allow for speech, so he gets the joy of fresh greens). His tea is usually extremely potent to force himself awake, but he'd add sourleaf and a dab of nectar to it to create a brew that's like getting punched in the mouth and then softly apologized to

-So it's kind of like, PK is a coffee drinker and Lurien is a monster energy drink person, except PK prefers sweet and Lurien can take either

-He’s also not really a fan of being tended to. Part of this is because of his anxiety, the other part is because he just is really awkward and doesn’t know how to handle people cleaning up after him, because he took care of almost all of his own problems (like cleaning, cooking, etc) alone

-He actually only accepted Lucien as his butler because he could clearly tell the poor fucker was terrified. Like, serving a high-ranking official is an outstanding opportunity for lower-ranking bugs to increase their position, so he was used to a bunch of smug, capable bugs trying to clamour for his attention, but Lucien was practically about to pass out from nerves at his interview and Lurien was like ‘ah. I understand. Yeah you’re hired’, and now they make an odd sort of mutually anxious duo where their respective fears cancel each other’s anxieties out, like a prized racehorse with a fainting goat or something

-Which, Lucien’s anxiety is focused around doing things wrong rather than social worries, whereas Lurien is more worried about social backlash than doing something wrong and having to make up for it. So, because Lurien already was competent on his own and knew how much of a bitch it was to be anxious about shit, he sort of quietly helped Lucien get more and more confident, until now Lucien spends a good chunk of the time bossing HIM around instead of the other way around

-He’s not exactly the best with commanding his knights, either. The Watcher Knights are all students of Ogrim who are technically there to guard Lurien from threats and aid him in taking down threats to the City (for example, if Lurien got the go-ahead to shut down the Soul Sanctum, they would have been the main task force breaking down the doors while he had all the documents to convict the Soul Master), but most of the time they just keep Karens from going up to yell at Lurien about inane shit because he’s too awkward to ask anything more of them

-Also looping back around to inane/specific Lurien content, but bc I made him a jewelmark butterfly, his fluff means that mutual grooming is something that is really important to him but doesn’t really get triggered much, if at all. He enjoys high humidity but hates the feeling of wet fur, so if someone (like, say, little Hornet after a painting lesson, bc fuzzy spiders also do mutual grooming) was to help him get paint or rainwater off his hands he’d basically be slapped in the face with Familial Bonding Hormones and have to spent like 3 days processing it

-And another thing; his issue of dissociating and needing quiet days where noone is around and he can just stare dully out the windows/work is because of understimulation. He may be a recluse, but he’s a person who needs some level of social stimulation to be healthy, so his bouts of melancholy/dissociative periods/depressive tendencies are 100% because he’s forcing himself to be much less social than what’s good for him. Someone force this fucker to get friends for his own good, smh

#lurien the watcher #hollow knight #hollow knight headcanons #lurien the dreamer #hk #hollow knight lurien #lurien hollow knight #lov this man #also the way i see his reclusiveness vs pk is like #pk is naturally antisocial but is lonely bc he wants to share ideas #and because he's so different from other wyrms that he needs that sort of reassurance #to him being social is a luxury not a necessity #whereas lurien IS from a social species #and even if he is an introvert he really needs that stimulation to be happy #him forcing himself to be distant more than he needs to hurts him #whereas pk needs distance to calm down from overstimulation #lurien likes the quiet and the silence only as a luxury whereas for pk that is the necessity #fuck i love this dude

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lampoest · 4 years ago

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Unfiltered thoughts watching mission impossible rouge nation inspired by @chaotically-cas

(sorry its so long my brain is all over the place)

this is also part 14 of me watching it every day :/

CURSING WARNING !! ALSO SPOILERS !!!

why is brandt first to speak

starting out with "shit" good call benji

brandt man we get the package is on the mcfucking plane

badass luther 10/10

nervous benji 10/10

that one sound effects sounds like the discord notif

why he in a fancy suit

*jumps on a plane with almost no plan on getting inside*

why did tom cruise think this was agood idea?

but like why would benji even open the ramp?

how is he not winded from that?

classic ethan

THE INTRO 1000/10

SOLOMON LANE !!

wait you can already see lane in the record shop.

how do they tell the agents these little convos?

also damn way to give it away

what if someone just looked in that room and saw the secret message?

also how did the disc get changed? because the imf definitely didnt make that

and how did lane know where he was going?

speaking of lane---

dang that man is pretty

he always sets guns down carefully

i can only see alec baldwin as trump from his snl skits so i dont take hunley seriously ;-;

damn brandt needs to step it up. man keeps letting himself be inturrupted

bruh the imf is only luck

why did no one resrict his legs?

also why is janik such an asshole?

dang she cool !!

why does it take janik so long to get that gun?

bravo-echo 1-1

this man is bleeding but decided instead of taking care of his wound he calls brandt.

i like how you actually see ethan worried and confused trying to plan his next moves. he is rarely caught off guard so it's refreshing to see his more human side

hunley spitting accusations damn bro

also a big fuck you from ethan to hunley

dang ethan is good

brandts little hidden smile

and ethan leaving trails

bitch how you sketch that good???

STAN BENJI !!

youve won, your way out of a job

benji is good

my little brandt x benji shipper in me is happy

simon pegg is such a good actor

the first time i saw this i was like: aww noooo

all dunn with that

TO THE OPERA !!!

TUX BENJI TUX BENJI

i cant tell if that was ethan

it just looks like youre talking to yourself thats more sus than using a phone

want drama? go to the opera

ok but like if you look like that im sorry you are a bad guy. thats like a stereotypical bad guy face

benji-

you can see ethan in the background of that scene

flute gun flute gun

oh no benji is in the closet. dont worry man we love you

if i were there and i just had a good vantage point i could find lane in an instant

ooh ilsa pretty

pipe gun

also pamphlet computer

those key things are cool and plausible

spiderman spiderman does whatever, ethan hunt can?

a W O M A N

what W O M A N?

reminds me of a marshmallow gun i made out if pvc pipes.

why does she not put that thing back?

also the dude loads it and then later it is unloaded

dang that guy is pretty tall.

ethan is so tiny

dis bitch is like uhh gimmie a sec to catch my breath mate

why he only dropkick people?

only 30 mins in ?!?!

the cinematography is exquisite

yes benji goin sicko mode

*gets shot* just a flesh wound

bruh i would've been so startled at that

i love how confused he is at that

ilsa saves ethan once again

they did this on the first day of filming

skdjs

ah yes random package in car = not bomb totally

if she tried to shoot benji then yes she is a bad person

but she didnt try to, she could've easily but didn't

benji being paranoid

she could just say the dude's name

benji being scared

hunley jumping to conclusions

brandt actually cares yeey

why di they approach from different sides of the street they were in the same car.

benji was far away from the sparks why he flinch?

friendship goals

oop plot dump that only mission impossible can get away with

ok...

why this mf's voice so smooth

lane is struggling with chopsticks

also lane :))))

ive chocked on my water so many times watching this scene

lanes voice :))))))

SHE RUINED HIS SUSHI WHAT THE FUCK ILSA

this man dont know what personal space is

gotta look up these peeps mbti types

casablanca references

also benji is wearing dollar store lookin glasses while ethan is wearing some fancy glasses

luther is top notch

as much as i dont like jeremy renner he delivers these lines really well

because atlee is a bitch

oh honey please, impossible is a walk in the park

benji just wants to wear a mask

id be so nervous walking through those

yes...

personal wellbeing who?

why not bring a plastic bottle full of air?

tom cruise can hold his breath for 6 minutes and he learned to do so for that scene

luther big brain

damn cctv

why did they need to break in while benji was going in?

das sus but ok

also isnt et voila french?

she just randomly tapping the ipad

benji being stressed

if he missed the exact center

i want one of those to open my locker's lock

if he just went with the current and didnt try to force his way against the water ilsa wouldn't have had to save him

imagine if he put the wrong one in-

she is breathing heavily to over saturate her body with oxygen so she can hold her breath longer

see ilsa makes it out without well and she went with the current

BENJI'S OUTFIT YESSS :))))))

no you didn't

you gave her a false sense of security

ethan's confused face for the next like 10 mins is great

liar

why does that one man look like sean ambrose?

parkour

skdjdksjdjdkfjs

the facial acting in this

STAIRS STAIRS STAIRS

the glare yesss

vrrrm vrrm

hey its you !

drivin like a grandma

shit !

benji just screaming

im convinced that ethan is indestructible

no you didn't survive that

bonk

dskfh

ethan didnt just-

also why didnt benji just tell ethan he made a copy ???

dont shoot and drive kids

high speed motorcycle chase with no helmet or leather. tom cruise, how?

i wanna learn how to drive a motorcycle

HOW THE FUCK IS HE NOT DEAD YET ?!?!

the lighting

ofc brandt would be the person why sits backwards on a chair. fkn bi vibes

benji to the rescue

fuck off atlee

i am so proud of us ...

the lines are done so well here

benji lookin like how i look when my parents argue

YES THIS SCENE

LANE LANE LANE LANE LANE

im too fucking gay for this movie-

once again no personal space

*inhales* :))))))))))))))

ive like memorized the entire script of this including the music

1 man performance of m:i5 ???

benji's outfit

also i love how youre able to see the characters in the background. props for the attention to detail

i need that haircut because his hair is lookin A+

fuck you atlee

ilsa spitting straight facts

uhh ilsa he still loves julia

NO BENJI NOOOO

EW FUCK OFF JANIK NO ONE LIKES YOU

speak of the devil-

betrayal--

WOULDNT YOU LIKE TO KNOW WEATHER BOY !??

actin sus

BENJI LANE BENJI LANE

his posture shdhskhsj (i cant be talking though)

0 personal space whatsoever

why does everyone have the same haircut in this???

simon mcburney pretending to be hunt prentending to be atlee

manipulation !?

the syndicate you say ? i know a thing or two about them 😼😼😼

damn though renner delivers these lines really well

a black tie? how informal. ..

complimenting hunt right infront of him

but he really didnt

i never realized that they were on the clock for this

huh...

the lil head nod though-

HAHA YEAH FUCK YOU ATLEE

is it bad that i hate atlee more than i hate lane?

ethan big smart wrinkle brain

janik just reading a fucking magazine

ethan has a photographic memory

oh look its benji :)))

lane :))))

ethan being tough

it must be aquward to get the low angle shots

lane is running out the clock to put pressure on ethan hmmm big brain

it isnt working though :\

damn he so cocky that hes telling the villain his plan

ill give you 1/5 of the money you wanted to get my bf back

ok but like does tom cruise just not age?

kill the woman

ugh i hate janik

the trust that is shown between those two is great

yes the score and the chase are so great

also this man really hates windows for some reason

fuck off janik

sneaky sneaky

EYY ITS LANE !!!

yeyy janik is dead

once again dodging bullets and hating glass

couldve killed him but needed him alive

the glass box

badass ethan

all the pretty men assembled

lane really let himself go aster this

dang though lane is my favorite villain ever

i like how for once the girl and the guy just are friends instead of romantically involved

eyy the callbacks to how the movie started.

welcome to the imf

#benji x brandt #mission impossible rogue nation #mission impossible #ethan hunt #benji dunn #luther stickell #ilsa faust #william brandt

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venomlion3 · 3 years ago

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"What color do you BLEED?" WOO YEAH BABEY VENOM 2 DROPS TODAY!!! Some rambling under the cut!!

I can't really put into words how excited I am to go see Venom 2??? It has been my literal DREAM since I was a kid to see Carnage in a movie, so to finally see it happen feels a bit like a fever dream. I still remember when I saw the first Venom in-theater and I almost Flew out of my seat when the post-credits scene with the jail came up because I knew that meant I was gonna see Cletus. Plus the fact that most likely the 3rd movie is gonna have Toxin considering how Patrick Mulligan is in this movie also is even BETTER because damn I really do be winning rn!!!! To celebrate the wonderful occasion of getting Mr. Cletus "Paint the Town Red" Kasady on the big screen I decided to do a semi-redraw of this bad boy.

I wanna say I was 6-7 years old when I drew that, so there's a 14-15 year difference between these drawings. Back during those days before he became my fursona/mascot, whenever I drew Venomlion he was actually either just. me drawing Venom as a lion or a mix of myself, a male lion and the Venom symbiote (ask baby Venom how they came up with that), so I did the same with Carnage--or Carnagelion as he'd be called. For the redraw I went off of the original drawing but took some inspiration from the Spider-Man 90s animated cartoon Carnage, the 2000s Ultimate Spider-Man comics Carnage and of course the 90s Amazing Spider-Man comics Carnage, although there's mostly an Ultimate Spider-Man Carnage tone to the original with the glowing chest. I also included the 'Carnage Rules!' writing from the Maximum Carnage arc iirc? I'm really proud of how this came out (I sketched/finished it in a day!); I never imagined myself being able to draw all of the lil tendrils of the bloodied red and black symbiote that is Carnage but I Did and it looks really good. I got help from the Amazing Spider-Man Carnage picture and it was surprisingly fun drawing everything and realizing I could be chaotic with it :] and of course I couldn't Not draw Carnage without his signature axe-hand and symbiote knives ;3c So yeah I'm Very excited to go see this movie (alongside Spider-Man No Way Home, but that's a different story)....I haven't see a movie in-theater since IT Chapter 2 (which was 2 years ago, jesus) so it'll be nice to be in a room with a bunch of people geeking out over a movie again. Idk when I'm gonna go see it (hopefully today if my dad is up for it but if not maybe sometime over the weekend) but all I can hope for is that I don't get any spoilers before then Q_Q all I know is that it is apparently Very Gay and Mr. Andy Serkis himself pretty much confirmed Venom and Eddie are in love so Mr. Serkis I am kissing you oh so sweetly (and yes, I forgive you for not naming the movie Venom: Maximum Carnage <3)

#venom 2 #venom let there be carnage #carnage #carnagelion #venomdraws #cletus kasady

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chillin-at-partys-bar · 5 years ago

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THE POSITIVE & NEGATIVE; Mun & Muse - Meme

fill out & repost ♥ This meme definitely favors canons more, but I hope OC’s still can make it somehow work with their own lore, and lil’ fandom of friends & mutuals. Multi-Muses pick the muse you are the most invested in atm.

My muse is: canon / oc / au / canon-divergent / fandomless

Is your character popular in the fandom? YES / NO (Though he’s only in a few panels, I think he ends up being many people’s first fave?)

Is your character considered hot™ in the fandom? YES / NO

Is your character considered strong in the fandom? YES / NO

Are they underrated? YES / NO (I think he’s very nicely rated, but also parts of him need more attention)

Were they relevant for the main story? YES / NO

Were they relevant for the main character? YES / NO / THEY’RE THE PROTAG.

Are they widely known in their world? YES / NO

How’s their reputation? GOOD / BAD / NEUTRAL

How strictly do you follow canon?

I try to follow what is known at the moment. I’ve done math to figure out when people would be joining his crew, and I try to stick as close to canon as I can. However, we don’t know a lot about him or his crew honestly, so I end up supplementing a lot of my own things. I do have an intense, crippling fear of being wrong so I try to only make safe headcanon guesses even though I know most people won’t care. Also, I'm not a huge fan of no women seen so far on his ship so I just... adjust some things and stick my OCs there. I have a feeling I know part of why there aren’t any women, and I don’t like it even if it fits in with sailor and pirate lore, so I’m just gonna fix that bit. Shanks is so decent otherwise.

SELL YOUR MUSE! Aka try to list everything, which makes your muse interesting in your opinion to make them spicy for your mutuals.

Shanks has a lot of different parts to him. He’s great because he can get along with most everyone for an evening of drinking. He doesn’t care who you are, and he’s really hard to upset but he can definitely troll other characters very well. He’s kind and will rescue your character from certain death if need be, but he’s also strong and will challenge them if they threaten those he loves. He can be a really fun character to ship with as he loves very hard and people mean a lot to him. So if someone writes with him he is guaranteed to have strong thoughts on yours and will be more than likely to call them a friend by the end of the day. He’s also very attractive and good with kids, so that’s nice. He’s very much a pirate too, so if you want a pirate for your story but you don’t want the kind that will strike you down, he’s a great option. He’s forgiving too so you can screw him over and he’ll find a way to forgive you. Maybe. Depends on the kind of screw up. He’s also got a long range in terms of moments to play in his life, some really dramatic canon moments and some headcanoned ones. So it’s very possible to write with kid, teen, young adult, and adult Shanks.

Now the OPPOSITE, list everything why your muse could not be so interesting (even if you may not agree, what does the fandom perhaps think?

It can be a bit difficult to create conflict with Shanks. Although it lets him pull off some great crack moments and have some great fun chaos, it also means that even powerful antagonists are hesitant to challenge him or fight him. Or even bring harm to him as canonically it means starting a fight with the Red Hair Pirates - which it’s also canon that not many are eager to do. This means a lot of the threads end up being talking or verbal threats as the opponent may make threats or Shanks will threaten but he doesn’t feel action is warranted unless action is done against him or a friend (if that makes sense). And even then circumstances mean a lot. I’d love to be able to play more physical rps and put him in more harrowing positions, but it’s difficult with how powerful he is and his reputation.

What inspired you to rp your muse?

I actually really, really like pirates. I have some books on pirates and I’m really drawn to stories about pirates. A long, long, long time ago I had just read a cheesy romance novel called To Catch a Pirate and I really wanted another book where the pirates weren’t necessarily the bad guys. I was volunteering my summers at the library at the time and they had the first volume of One Piece. I set my sights on Shanks and never looked back. He’s just everything I crave in a pirate story. The dashing rogue with a heart of gold, you know. So I was sold.

What keeps your inspiration going?

I think just the character and the new interactions that we get to come up with. Also, he’s a really unique character to rp culture as well. He’s insanely powerful, which is something that is more frowned upon with creating OCs for better or worse. Also, because he really won’t abuse this power except for like, something silly, I get to really play with him. I feel I also get to help people play with versions of their characters they haven’t been able to play before. Characters who are used to strong-arming and violence to get their way suddenly can’t do that, because Shanks is too powerful. So they have to come up with another way to express themselves and seeing these muns work with their characters to figure that out is really fun.

Some more personal questions for the mun.

Give your mutuals some insight about the way you are in some matters, which could lead them to get more comfortable with you or perhaps not.

Do you think you do your character justice? YES / NO

Do you frequently write headcanons? YES / NO

Do you sometimes write drabbles? YES / NO

Do you think a lot about your muse during the day? YES / NO

Are you confident in your portrayal? YES / NO

Are you confident in your writing? YES / NO

Are you a sensitive person? YES / NO

Do you accept criticism well about your portrayal?

I’m going to be honest. I really need to steel myself for criticism. I’m a perfectionist to the point where it’s really, really bad sometimes and I have walked away from a character because one person said they didn’t like how I played them. I try to go back to that character but I just can’t really. RP is fun for me, and I want this world to be a place where I can feel free to do what I want. So I prefer no feedback here.

In before someone says “but criticism is how you grow” - okay. I get that. I really do. I’m a graduate student so I’ve had feedback from teachers. I have a few writing groups where I get feedback on my creative work. I get feedback on things that are meant for a larger audience and I get the feedback often. It hurts a bit but I am getting tougher. A few weeks ago, my group ripped apart (in the nicest way possible) a comedy sketch I was proud of. It took a bit to get over but now it’s better than before.

So here I might not open things up for critique. I don’t really want to hear it (I accept positivity because I’m a jackass like that). If you don’t like how I write Shanks, that’s fine. Please don’t tell me and leave me be and let me do this my way. If you want to critique something of mine, let me know and I’ll give you a short story, some character notes for a book, one of my sketches, my sitcom pilot script, or my full-length movie treatment, hell I have a 2500-3500 word reflection essay for my grad program due next week so read that. Those- feedback, yes please. I need them to be stellar. This? No. Shanks is my toy and I’m here for fun not to worry and stress and get anxious about posting.

Do you like questions, which help you explore your character?

I accept questions! I also accept questions asking about my decisions. Those I don’t view as criticism and working through my thought process can be helpful. Some answers might not be as complete as others but I definitely do accept them!

If someone disagrees to a headcanon of yours, do you want to know why?

Not really. I don’t even want to know they disagree unless it’s a huge problem. I had a disagreement over a headcanon once get super out of control and the person got angry with me so... I really don’t want to know. Unless it’s something significant I guess? But I can’t think of anything that would be of that magnitude. I just want to have a good time. Please just let me have fun my way and if you really hate it, just write Shanks yourself and let me be.

If someone disagrees with your portrayal, how would you take it?

I don’t want to know. This is the theme here. Just don’t tell me. I don’t see the point in telling me you don’t like how I write. I am very sensitive sometimes and I’m working hard through therapy and my own work to not be so sensitive, but I’m just not prepared for that sort of feedback here. In my writing groups, yes - definitely prepared for disagreement and push back on decisions. Here? No. Please no. If you hate my version of the character that much, please just block me. Or just vanish into the abyss. Don’t tell me. I will try to avoid being sad about it but I will not be successful. I know it’s not great and I really don’t want people to try and tell me to get over things like this because I know I need to and I’m working on it but gyah. Now I’m upsetting myself, haha. i cry easily guys.

Some people: i don’t care if the truth hurts. I’d choose the truth over a lie any day.

Me: no just fucking lie to me if you have to tell me something. let me be ignorant here.

If someone really hates your character, how do you take it?

I’m sure some people hate Shanks. And that’s different from hating my portrayal. He’s not my character, so whatever you want to do go ahead and hate. I don’t like a bunch of other characters in the world. Just remember whenever shitting on a character, and this is something I learned while interning at Marvel this last year: every character is someone’s favorite. So in Marvel that meant you had to treat every character with respect. Even if it’s like, Electro in Spider-Man - he’s someone’s favorite character so treat him with respect. That doesn’t mean let him get his way, just don’t treat him like junk or a filler.

Are you okay with people pointing out your grammatical errors?

See above with “trouble making mistakes.” Also, but why?

Do you think you are easy going as a mun?

Wow, this whole thing makes me look difficult - doesn’t it? I’m really just here for fun and to enjoy myself and have a good time writing. I do think I’m pretty laid back about things, I don’t have triggers and I’m really forgiving about mistakes. If someone needs to talk to me about something technical that’s fine and I love hearing ideas. I just also want to keep this as a place for fun, you know? I want to make sure I’m not afraid to come on here and write some things, so I just try to make it a space for me to be comfortable.

That’s about it, congrats for filling out!

➸ Tagger: @godlivesonthemoon and @seraphiixa ((thank you guys so much!!))

➸ Tagging: u and ur face

#{mun}#{outofrum}#((hope you guys don't mind this hot mess haha))

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ifievertoldyou · 2 years ago

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the long awaited wip graveyard post

i thought the title was fitting for halloween :p

this post is an assorted collection of all my old thaw wips that i deemed not good enough to post, but didn't want to just rot away in my folder, so now they're here.

enjoy !

the Eye post

fun fact: i used the same seven colored pencils for both the thes eye and the tommy one, i just made the grayer shades more emphasized for the latter. thought that was a neat little detail.

q's eye here makes his skin look a lil more purple

i impulsively gave quackity an eyebrow when i didn't sketch it before, and the way it turned out bothered me >:((

not a wip because i absolutely would never give this abomination its own post, but this is basically what my scratch paper sheet looks like when i want to test out how different colors look with each other, and also get a really, Really rough idea of what the final product will look like. this is the process i go through Every time i draw something serious. 😭

peep all 7 colors of the chaosduo's eyes under the thes eye practice

LMAO AND THE THES FACE 8 SECOND SKETCH LOOKS LIKE HE'S ON DRUGS IT'S SO SILLY

can you see me struggling to figure out how to wrap the rune around q's pupil? and also how to make the rune not just Completely disappear bc of how dark his eye is? yeah. traditional art is a pain is the ass sometimes, but i'm still wayy better at it.

also shoutout to @alexanderwesker for giving me an idea of what the rune on q's eye looks like, because i like being as accurate as i can when i draw stuff, so that was very much appreciated!

the part 2 to the hero's journey comic

i went fucking Ham during the hero's journey assignment, so much so that i literally planned like 19 more panels than what you saw in the original post (27 panels planned in total). but then i realized that i had like Four Whole Days to do that assignment, and would definitely not be able to do that many, especially not without burning out.

so i instead settled for the very first 8 panels that i planned (though even then, i had to abridge a lot of it, and also cut slime entirely from it, bc otherwise those 8 would have been 14 whole panels, and i think i would actually die-), since that was just enough to show two different steps of the hero's journey (crossing the threshold and meeting the mentor btw. i could probably do a whole analysis on how wesker's stories fit into the hero's journey if i wanted to, but i'm lazy rn and this post is already pretty long), and that was the big grading requirement. (i got 100% on that assignment btw 💪and my english teacher still has no clue that he graded minecraft fanfiction fanart LMAO) but this one is what i would have included if i had more time on the project, and could include more of the story, but as it stands, i made this one in my own leisure, because comics are fun to do.

anyways, with that little rant aside, i tried my best to make q look younger than quackity, and really accentuate the difference between them. idk how i feel about how q turned out though.

i'm really proud of the paneling, and i'm also kinda proud of the first frame with quackity's face in particular bc i thought it looked cool, like an actual comic book or something. but i couldn't figure out the card physics or perspective and that's what ultimately made me choose to abandon it 💔 maybe i'll try attempting this page again when i'm feeling more daring (as well as the other panels that i still haven't even drawn yet), but this wip has been collecting dust for a couple of months now so i figured i'd share it here anyway.

Palido

i drew palido a bit ago, but bro got somehow managed to get crinkled in my bag, even while literally being Inside of my sketchbook 🤨

it's not Too awfully noticeable though, especially bc the fold isn't On the drawing itself, so i might be able to salvage him and post a finished version someday... but i kinda halted progress on him for the time being bc of it, so here he is. </3

"Am I Still Even Me?"

i 1000% want to redraw this someday, just because i think the idea behind it is so fucking neat.

honestly, this one wasn't too bad at all, especially since i did all of it (besides the bones bc i think my health professions teacher would be disappointed if i got them wrong, and also the rune bc i care way too much about accuracy) without any reference, which is a pretty impressive feat for me and my aphantasia. but yeahh i think it could definitely be better, and really, this drawing was ultimately something that i just drew in class to keep myself busy for a bit bc i had way too much freetime that day. it wasn't intended to be post-worthy or anything.

but i think that the idea behind it is definitely post-worthy. maybe i'll even add a thes and/or youngerbur addition once i get more information about them and just how they've changed yk.

i had no clue how to draw the bones in that position, i probably could've done more research but. yeah no i don't have an excuse, i just couldn't be bothered that day lmao.

i was also gonna bloody q's hands a bit if i ever got to the coloring stage. like a little nod to when he lost himself to Madness. is the blood actually there? who knows, we're seeing it from his eyes, so for all we know, the rune isn't even lit up either, and he's just remembering it being so. remembering the moment he acted so unlike how he used to be.

the bones are definitely there for charlie though, poor guy...

also can y'all tell that i drew the rune in like. 5 seconds. bc yeah.

i had way more wips to share but i have literally no clue where they went, and also the tumblr picture limit is getitng close so ig that's all for now </3

like for a part 2 (whenever i accumulate enough wips to warrant a post, that is)

#i reserve the right to resurrect these wips at any time #so don't be surprised if one day you see a finished/redrawn version of any of these #thaw #the house always wins #fanart for a fanfic #my art #thaw fanart #wips #the house always wins fic #thaw!charlie #thaw!quackity #thaw!q #traditional art

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mangled-dreams · 7 years ago

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Snowed In

I had started this story back in November, however I didn’t finish it until now because I though I’d deleted it. Sean x Reader.

“The weather outside is frightful, but the fire is so delightful.” You sing softly staring blankly out the snow covered window. Your breath fogs up the window just to disappear again. You smile to yourself humming Let it Snow as the wood stove behind you crackles and pops. It's peaceful here in the hills, but it's also lonely.

You were supposed to have company on this little venture, however many people had to cancel. You sigh and rest your forehead against the cold window. It wasn't until you'd already arrived at the lodge getting it ready when the texts and phone calls started.

You'd been working for nearly a week getting everything clean, fixing up the roof and stocking up wood, clothing, food...all for nothing. Now you're practically stuck at the lodge by yourself. It's a family members lodge and they let you use it if you got it ready. It'd been a good trade off. You're pretty handy with an ax and hammer.

You'd been excited and happy to have your friends join you for a week of winter fun and laughter. The premise itself reminds you of a video game you'd played... oh what was the name of that game...

Until Dawn.

That's right. You'd played it on your channel a while ago and so had a few of your YouTube buddies, it was an interesting game, but a little nerve wracking. Forcing you to doubt your choices, regretting how you reacted to certain actions...the deaths of your “friends.” It'd been horrifying as well as entertaining.

With a sad sigh, you push away from the window and head to the fire, restocking it before looking at your phone. Mark had promised to at least try and join you for a day or so between work and family, but the out look isn't promising.

Jessica and David had to cancel in order to tend to a family emergency. Wade and Molly had to declined because of conflicting work schedules, which you completely understand. Ethan and Tyler had RSVP, as did Amy, Kathryn, and your friend Tiffany. Now you're not sure who, if anyone will end up visiting.

The wind is blowing hard by the time you get the energy to make yourself something to eat. You looking out the window, watching the wind blow snow roughly against the window. But it's during a small calm spot that you see something new.

Headlights.

Raising a brow you turn off the propane powered stove and grab the thick winter jacket from by the door. You slip on the bulky fabric and shove your feet into your snow boots. You don't put on your show pants, you don't plan to be outside for too long, but you do wrap your scarf around your neck and shove your hat on before opening the door and step out.

It's a jeep. A really worn out jeep. You wonder if it's a neighbor, or local come to check on you. Maybe it's your cousin come to see if you're okay. You wait for whoever is at the wheel to exit as the wind picks up and the Jeep comes to a stop a few yards from the house.

You see the bright blue hair first and perk up. You're not sure who it is but it makes you happy. You can't see the face through the snow and darkness but the hair stands out like a sore thumb. You hear the passenger door creek open.

“HEY!!! COME HELP WITH THE BAGS!!” You hear Mark shout from the jeep. You nearly jump down the stairs to help Mark and—you assume to be Ethan into the house.

“ANYONE ELSE WITH YOU?” you shout just about to the jeep.

“FOOK! IT'S FOOKING COLD HERE! JESUS CHRIST, LET'S GET INSIDE!” Sean shouts slamming the jeep door close and rounds the back to get in the trunk. You laugh meeting Mark on the passenger's side.

“I didn't think anyone would make it!” You say loudly but don't have to scream any more.

“What, and leave you here all alone? Never.” Mark laughs tossing a large duffel bag at Sean. You smile at Mark and take a few bags from him.

“Thank you for coming. It means a lot.” you tell him noticing a body like shape on the driver's side. “Is that a dead body?” you ask earning a chuckle from Mark.

“No, it's Ethan. We just happened to get in at the same time.” Mark tells you tossing a small pop bottle at Ethan startling him awake.

You giggle behind your gloved hand managing to ask, "And there's a difference?"

“Wha—where are we? Are we here?” he asks looking around confused and slightly disheveled. Part of his hair that was pressed against the window is now sticking up.

“Yeah, come on. We gotta get inside.” Mark says shooing you away while he takes a few more things out of the jeep with Ethan's help. You laugh as you hurry carefully up the stairs. You'd made sure to keep them mostly clear and have a lot of deicing salt everywhere to keep everyone safe. With the increased snow fall you have to kick the snow out of your pathway as you make your way up to the house.

“Do you think she knows?” Ethan asks shivering as he huddles closer to Mark. Mark shakes his head.

“No, but she'll be so happy.” Mark says.

“Jackie!” you shout opening your arms to hug your favorite Irishman. Sean jumps from the fire and hugs you back.

“Devil! How ya been?” Sean responds pulling away from you an guides you to the fire. You laugh kneeling down to move logs around and restock it.

“I've been good. You have no idea how happy I am to see you!” You say smiling at Sean. It's hard for you to hide how much you adore this man. Mark teases you relentlessly about being in love, and in actuality you are, but you rarely ever give into his teasing.

“Glad to be here. I didn't realize how fooking cold it'd be here. Mark said it'd be cold, but not this cold.” Sean laughs noting how Mark and Ethan whisper to each other as they walk towards the stairs. He gets the feeling the pair are talking about the two of you. “Do ya have the rooms set up? Need any help?” Sean asks.

You shake your head. “No, but thanks Sean. I already had everything ready to go about three days ago.” You say hoping Sean would leave it at that. You don't actually want everyone to know how much work you'd put into getting everything ready.

“Wait. Did you say three days ago? How long have you been here?” Sean asks looking around the lodge. He assumed the place was just really well kept.

“Ah...” you glance around, quite proud with yourself, but you don't need the credit for your work. “A few days. No one's used the lodge in... a while, so I had to clean a few thing before everyone arrived.” you say turning away from Sean to head back to the kitchen. “I was in the middle of making dinner, are you hungry?” You ask changing the subject.

Sean squints his eyes as he follow you, not quite sure if he believes your story. You're not very good at lying. "How long is a few days?" Sean presses.

You mentally fight against your nervous tick, a quick shift of your head, but fail. You can feel Sean staring holes into the back of your head and you're once again reminded how determined this man can be. You can't even light the friggin' propane powered eye to heat up your soup with him staring at you, waiting for your response. With a sigh you weakly tell him, "a week?" It comes out more as a questions than an answer. You force yourself to look over your shoulder at him. "Now before you get all...."

"A week? Were you plannin' to just stay here if no one showed up?" he ask a little upset with your response. He thought maybe a few days, but if getting things ready took a week the lodge must have been in pretty bad shape.

"Well, I take it you notice there isn't any other vehicle in the drive way. My cousin had a neighbor bring me out. I'm no good with driving in the snow, so it was the plan to be out here for the week getting things ready and then when everyone showed up. I, ah, didn't account for so many to bail." You say trying to play off how depressing it is to have so many cancel on you.

Sean rests his upper half on the counter top, studying your expressions as you try to ignore his presence for the most part. Well, it's not so much you're trying to ignore his presence, more like you're trying to not to crack under his watchful eyes.

"Sean, please. I'm trying to cook." You say hearing Mark and Ethan laugh and clomp down the stairs. Finally, some distraction.

"Hey! Mark, Ethan, the lil' banshee here was going to stay up 'ere all by 'erself if no one showed up." Sean announces much to your shock and horror.

"Sean!" you hiss feeling your face heat up. You don't know if they can see the bush under your olive tone skin, but you feel on fire.

"What? Y/N, is that true?" Mark ask stopping just short of the counter, his eyes trained on you.

"What? No. Have you ever heard of cabin fever? They made a really bad horror movie about it." Ethan responds. You roll your eyes at Ethan.

"It's nothing like that, Ethan." you tell him sternly. "Sure; it would be lonely but it's not so bad up here. Plus, if I needed to get home any sooner I could call one of my cousins, or even the neighbor to come get me." You add finally able to light the stove eye aflame and stir your soup.

"You weren't going to tell us if you had to stay up here alone, were you?" Mark asks. You feel a little confused at his round about way, but understand it all the same.

"Of course not. Why would I tell you about a pathetic weekend like that?" You responds stirring your soup idly. "Besides, like I said, being stuck here wouldn't be so bad.. it'd give me time to reflect on a lot, think about new ideas and sketches." You say shrugging your shoulder.

Before anyone can comment you hear a loud and urgent knock on the door. Ethan jumps alongside Mark and Sean heads to the door. "Check the viewing box!" you shout wanting to take precautions since you don't know the area and there have been drifters that have tried to make camp in the lodge during the winter.

Sean nod, muttering something under his breath, but still uses the three by four inch viewing hole. He smiles, throwing the door open. "Get in here and warm up!" Sean shouts as Amy and Kathryn stumble into the lodge, their whole bodies shaking from the cold temperatures.

"You came!" You shout happily. Mark and Ethan quickly go to the pair and take their few things, ushering them towards the fire while you get out your extras and heat up more soup. It's a hearty chicken noodle that you're father had taught you when you were little.

You're glad you'd decided to make much more than what you would need for just yourself. "I didn't think you'd make it up." You greet your friends holding two steaming bowls of chicken noodle with chunks of veggies in them to the pair. Both give their thanks and take the bowls, letting the warmth seep into their nearly frozen hands. "Did you walk all the way here?" you ask noting how much snow is melting off their coats by the door.

"W...we slid off the road half way up." Amy admits much to Mark's vocal disapproval.

"Was there ice?" you ask going to the closet and pull out thick wool blankets and drape them over Kathryn and Amy's shoulders. They're brand new and freshly washed.

"Thanks, and not really. I mean the road was covered with snow, but a deer darted out and we ended up in the ditch." Kathryn says as color slowly comes to her face again. You nod noting the wind picking up outside.

"There are little fires in each of the rooms, I'm going to get them started. The wind is picking up and we may lose power." you say deciding to make sure the propane tanks outside are secured along with bring in extra wood.

"Need any help?" Mark asks when you start to split away from the group.

You shrug. "If you can start a fire, you can help with that. I have what... five rooms to get warm?"

Ethan gives you a confused look. "Five?" he asks. You nod.

"I mean everyone can bunk up, but there's enough rooms that everyone can have their own. I assume that Mark and Amy are going to share, so... yeah, five." you say watching Amy huddle into the blanket a little. You chuckle. "It's nothing to be embarrassed about. You two are dating and I am in no way disapproving." You add laughing when even Mark looks a little embarrassed. You love getting back at Mark.

"Fine, those two are sharin' a room, but wouldn't it make more sense to put two people to a room anyways? Body heat and all that?" Sean asks and you notice how close he's gotten to you.

"Well... I mean yeah, if you put it that way. But the beds are all queens and kings. There is a kids room that has twin beds in it, but I dunno, Sean, how close are you with Ethan?" you ask smirking at the slight tinting on his cheeks.

"I don't mind sharing a bed with Sean. I can v-log about it later and get all his viewers jealous." Ethan jokes earning a quick response from Sean.

"Shut it!" Sean shouts a little flustered. You cover your mouth and giggle.

"Okay, so you all get the room thing figured out and we'll touch bases in a few minutes." You nearly have to shout as everyone starts talking at once about the sleeping arrangements. Your smile refuses to leave your lips as you exit the main living room area. Sure, the lodge is big, but with only a small amount of people you don't see a reason to open up the rest of the building.

Keeping the main areas well heated is your main priority. Slipping your spare jacket on and thick gloves you open the back door and step outside. The wind is actually calm right now, but you can feel the drop in temp. Grabbing up a medium sized wicker basket you walk to the wood pile you'd stacked and load it up. You've already resigned yourself to this freezing fate for the remained of your stay at the lodge.

When you enter the lodge once again you can hear everyone talking loudly and laughing in the living room. You smile again as you move from room to room, starting up the fires and stocking them before moving on. There are luggage bags in each of the rooms as your friends claim them, but it's not until you get to the last room with luggage in it that makes you pause. Setting down your basket your stare at your luggage and that of a rather foul mouthed Irishman. You put the thought a side for a few minutes, long enough to get the fire started and cast the room in a soft orange red glow before looking at the luggage again.

Some one must be playing a joke, or honestly misplaced their luggage. Taking the basket again you go for the back door again to reload your basket and fill the smaller baskets in each of the rooms. When you're done you head into the living room, ready to ask questions about the rooming arrangements and who put your things in Sean's room.

You don't get to ask questions right away. No one is in the living room. This alone wouldn't be so odd if you hadn't just been in their rooms stocking wood for the night. Looking around and actually walking into the kitchen and pantry area you still don't see or hear anyone. With a frown you go the front door and slowly open it.

"Mark? Amy? Sean?" You call looking around. The wind is starting to pick up again and you wait a few more seconds before stepping back inside the lodge and close the door. You know you aren't hallucinating your friends being there. The blankets and empty bowls of soup can attest to that. You stand in silence a little longer before hearing giggling come from the left side of the lodge. You frown, regretting telling Sean this is a family members house. Closing your eyes, you scrunch your nose and head into the family room.

It's literally a room with photos and keepsakes of your family. You already know they must have found the old photo albums and are searching through them.

"Oh! Look at her! She's so tiny!" You hear Amy coo as you enter the freezing room.

"No, don't look. Put the books down and get out." you say sternly, almost harshly but no one pays you any mind. They know you don't mean it. You're just embarrassed.

"Serious, is that her?" Sean asks setting down a framed photo of your mother and her siblings as children. Your face heats up at the thought of Sean seeing you in what ever embarrassing photo your aunt and uncle deemed appropriate for the photo album.

"So, hey, I have a question." You say rather loudly as your friends continue to thumb through your embarrassing moments. "Why is my luggage in Sean's room?" You ask as eyes turn to take you in, as if just realizing you're there. You glare back at them.

"So, that...we're doing an experiment." Ethan offers with a big smile. You glare at him, watching his smile waiver a little.

"Experiment?" you echo looking between your gathered friends. Sean looks uncomfortable about the whole thing and you call it out. "Okay, well no. Sean looks really uncomfortable about that and I want everyone to have good time." you say as Mark elbows Sean behind Amy and Kathryn's backs. You give him a look that says seriously?

Sean clears his throat, looking away from you for a moment before saying, "I'm fine with it. I mean, ya know, we are friends... and all..." You feel back for Sean, from your stance it looks like Mark is forcing him.

"Mark, make this better before bed, or I'm making you sleep outside." you say sternly, looking Mark dead in the eye. "I know you're behind this, make it better. Meanwhile, I have things to check on." You tell him watching him flounder a little. His head pulled back causing many creases in his neck. You laugh at the expression on his face. "Sometimes I really hate how much I adore you, you dork." You laugh waving your hand at him.

You hear them laugh as you leave. You still have to check the propane tanks and then ensure you cover the wood pile. Granted you should have done that earlier when you got the wood for the rooms, but you still have to restock the living room. Gearing up to head back outside you feel a large hand grip your puffy shoulder and have to turn your whole body to look behind you. "Sean." You greet softly. You hadn't expected him to be there.

"Hey, sorry 'bout them. We di'n't mean to offend ya." Sean says seeming a little nervous. You shake your head, the fabric of your jacket vocalizing your every move.

"Nah, don't worry about it. I kind of guessed it was a prank or something. No harm no foul." you tell him smiling. "Besides, we're here to have a fun time. Jokes are apart of that." you add winking at Sean. You turn away, but you can't believe you actually winked at Sean.

“Are you going to stay in the room?” Mark asks when he's finally gotten Sean along long enough to talk.

Sean looks around the room, searching for you. He already knows you have a nasty habit of popping in without word at the worse possible seconds. “Possibly.” Sean responds spotting you walking down the hallway. Your hair bundled up on top of your head. You're getting ready for bed, but even still, you look beautiful to Sean.

You notice him out of the corner of your eye and pause for a moment, looking at him. You smile before continuing on to the bathroom for a shower before bed time. Sean returns the smile as you disappear.

“Man, you have it bad.” Mark laughs hitting Sean in the shoulder. Sean rocks a little, rubbing his arm looking away from Mark. He already knows this to be true.

“She only sees me..”

“Dude, she loves you.” Ethan says stopping just short of the pair with an apple in his hand.

Sean stares at Ethan in disbelief.

“Are we talking about how Y/N loves Sean over here?” Amy asks popping up out of nowhere.

“Serious?” Sean asks looking between his friends. “Is that just like common knowledge around here?” he asks looking to Mark. “Mark, come on. This bet'er not be a joke.” Sean adds seriously.

“No joke. It's kind of obvious when you think about it, Jackie-boy. Have you even noticed how bright her smile is when she sees you?” Ethan asks taking a bite of his apple.

“Well, no. I assume she's that happy with anyone she sees. I don't get to see 'er in person very often.” Sean says getting a few nods in understanding.

“That is true.” Ethan chimes in with cheeks filled with apple.

“Don't talk with your mouth open.” Mark tells Ethan before you scream from the bathroom. The lights cut a few seconds later. It take a moment before everyone quickly bolts to the bathroom. Sean beating them to opening the door.

“Y/N!” Sean and the other shout as you jump out of the shower naked. You scream again when you meet Sean's eyes. You not longer feel freezing, instead you feel on fire.

Grabbing the first thing you can you hold it in front of you. “GET OUT! What are you doing?” You shout realizing the small hand towel isn't covering anything and grab the curtain and wrap yourself up in it. “OUT!” You shout again when no one moves right away. “OUT!”

Finally Sean back peddles shoving the others back as well. He closes the door for you, stammering an apology you can't quite understand through his muttering and accent.

When you finally find your towel you wrap it around yourself and try to turn on the lights. It'd been a mixture of the sudden cold water and the lights cutting out that frightened you into screaming. You'd hoped it was just a momentary thing, but now you know that power is completely out. “Seriously!? The powers out?” you groan drying off and dressing in the pitch blackness. You just pray no one saw you completely.

When you muster the courage you exit the bathroom a towel wrapped around your hair and bundled on your head. You can feel the warmth of the fires instantly, chasing away the cold chill the water left behind. You still feel cold, but are slowly warming up by the time you enter the living room.

Everyone is gathered on the couches taking in low tones about the power being out. You sigh, this is not how you imagined your first night in lodge with everyone. With another sigh you plop down next to Kathryn on the edge of the couch, trying not to make eye contact with anyone.

“Have a nice shower?” Ethan teases still happily munching on more fresh fruit you'd stocked up on.

“No, not really. What little warmth I had was taken away then I got a door full of people.” you say recapping your lovely shower. Ethan laughs, standing up and tosses away his peelings. You glare at him as he passes, listening to his laugh all the way into the kitchen.

“Do you think we can get out if the power isn't restored?” Kathryn asks hopping up to restock the fire. You shrug. You don't really know the answer to that one.

“Considering you crashed on your way up here, I wouldn't advise it.” You mutter as someone tugs on your towel. You protest, sitting up and turning to look at Sean. “You're taking my towel for what...reason?” You ask getting your answer when he ruffles your still damp hair. You curse at him, shoving his hand away. “Sean! Stop!” You hiss.

Amy and Kathryn help you with dinner while Mark, Sean, and Ethan scout out the road. You start to get worried when no one returns for nearly an hour. It's just as you're finishing dinner that the trio burst through the door, tracking in snow, dirt, and a furious wind gust.

You turn away from the door, letting the chill hit your back before it's stopped by the door being closed. “We were getting worried!” You say looking at the trio disrobe. You notice their flushed cheeks, red noses, and a slight blue tint on their hands and ears.

“Jesus Christ, the road is impassible!” Sean shouts shaking off show from his jacket.

“So does that mean we're stuck here?” Amy asks setting plates on the table.

“Yeah, looks like we're stuck here until all the snow blows over...” Ethan says all but tossing his clothing on the door. You roll your eyes but you still keep an eye on Sean. He seems awfully quiet.

“Did anything happen out there?” You ask filling everyone's glasses with hot cider or hot chocolate.

“No, but cellphones are out too.” Sean says tossing his on to the counter top for added effect. You frown.

“Sorry, I didn't know it'd get this bad. If there is a break I'll see about getting in contact with my cousin and see if he can get an ATV or snow mobile up here so we can get you into town. I know you guys have tough schedules.” You add feeling a little more than guilty that everyone is stuck in the lodge now. Mark had only promised a day or so, and Sean is in the same boat.

“No, hey, hey. Don't worry about it. We were able to get a few calls out to get our schedules mixed around.” Ethan says tossing his phone on the counter too. “We just turned off our phones to save battery. You guys should do that too.” he adds sitting down between Mark and Kathryn.

You nod. You phone still in the living room. Even with his words of reassurance you still feel bad. This was supposed to be a time to have fun and forget everything. Not to be thrown into darkness and freeze to death.

“Well, at least I got a lot of food and the propane tanks seem to be in prefect working condition. I made sure that if this did happen, we'd be well taken care of. There is a back up generator, but it's a little finicky, so if we can avoid using it, I would prefer it.” You add standing next to your seat.

“Well, there isn't a lot you can do right now, so sit down and eat. It's not going to do you any good to go hungry.” Amy says.

“We can worry about the rest of that stuff tomorrow. Okay? You've done a lot already without much help. We can see what tomorrow brings before we panic.” Kathryn adds. You smile at Kathryn, she really knows how to sooth your worries. “This is really good, by the way. Who taught you to cook?” She asks.

You smile and sit down next to her. “I learned from my dad. He was an excellent cook and taught me just about everything I know.” You laugh softly to yourself. “Wanted to make me a great cook so I could get a good husband.” you laugh earning a few chuckles from the table.

“You know, Sean's in search of a good cook.” Mark offers earning a swift kick from Sean. You look between the pair and before you can make a comment Ethan chimes in and the conversation is steered away from you and Sean.

It's only when you head to the room your stuff had been placed in that you remember that Sean's things have been placed in the same room. Entering the room you find his luggage is gone and go to your own bag. Pulling out your fuzzy pajama pants and well worn over sized tank top you set your candle on the dresser and begin to change your clothing.

It doesn't take long before your soiled clothing is wrapped up and put in a bag for dirty clothes. You pull back the blankets and hear the door open. You expect it to be Kathryn or even Amy, but instead Sean is standing in the door way looking at you.

You stand up straight to exchange stares. “Sean.”

“Y/N.” he responds.

“What...what's up?” you ask.

“Came to get ready for bed.” Sean says earning a confused look from you.

“So, we're really sharing a room?” you ask looking to the low burning fire. “I...I thought that was just a joke.” you add deciding to sit down on the bed. “I...I mean... that's... fine, but I just don't want you to feel...”

Sean stops you with a raised hand. “It's okay. If you don't want me h're I'll sleep on the couch.' He tells you. You shake your head.

“No, no! Sean, it's—it's fine. I'm just a bit of a bed hog.” You say lying. You're a cuddler, not a bed hog. Man, woman, animal, or pillow it doesn't matter.

“I don't take up much room.” Sean responds, not quite sure what else to say before opening the dresser drawer and pull out a pair of his favorite pajama pants and tee-shirt. You make you excuse and exit the room. You wait until you hear the bead creek before entering again, knocking once.

“Are you decent?” You ask.

“What's yer definition of decent?” Sean jokes back. You roll your eyes and enter the room with a small chuckle.

“You sure you aren't weird out?” you ask sitting on the bed edge.

“Its only weird if you make it weird.” Sean remarks settling into the bedding.

He does have a point. People share beds all the time without any tension. Agreeing to be chill about it all you restock the fire and literally jump into the bed. You both bounce slightly before you snuggle into the covers.

“Good night, Sean.” You whisper rolling on your side and watch the fire light flicker on the ceiling.

“Good night, Y/N.” he responds doing the same.

Your brows knit together as a nightmare takes over your peaceful dream world. You whimper in your sleep stirring Sean from his own sleep. You're muttering pleads of mercy in your sleep to nothing in particular.

Sean tries to wake you, but only ends up getting you rolling into his chest. He stills as you grab the front of his shirt and hold onto him. Your whimpering seemed to calm down with withing seconds and he decided not to disturb you further.

Settling back into the bed Sean wraps his free arm around your shoulder and falls asleep. Your legs eventual tangle and soon, well before dawn, your wrapped up in each others touch. Your nightmares completely forgotten.

“Shh! Don't wake them!” Ethan hisses holding his phone over your sleeping forms. He'd come to see if you were awake to help with getting breakfast underway. But after finding you and Sean so completely at peace, he had to get the others and take a photo as proof.

“Dude, this is invasion of privacy.” Kathryn hisses back but is completely on board with the photo being taken.

“I knew they'd be cute together.” Mark adds smiling, his arm wrapped around Amy's shoulder. Amy nods in agreement.

“Shh! They're waking up!” Ethan whispers as Sean shifts in his sleep, slowly waking up due to their talking.

“Ngg...wh—what time is it?” Sean asks using his free arm to rub his eyes. “What are you all doing in here?” he asks looking at all your friends before remembering you're still pressed against his side.

“I see you two are getting close.” Mark says gleefully.

Sean can't make their eye contact, his eyes barely leaving your peaceful face. “Don't wake her.” He says yawning.

“Too late, I'm awake.” you mutter rolling onto your back, Sean's arm still behind your neck. You scrunch your face and look on both sides of your head, following the arm to Sean's chest. “Ah...” You still can't make the connection this close to waking up. “Oh!” you gasp sitting up quickly and scoot away from Sean. “Sorry! I told you I was a bed hog!” You say fumbling to find the right words.

At the door you hear your friends laughing.

“They make such a cute couple!” Ethan gushes still taking photos of you.

“Ethan! Get out you weirdo!” you shout throwing the pilling in front of you at him. It nails him in the face and everyone laughs again before dispersing. Amy closes the door as she leaves and gives you a wink before disappearing.

You wish for nothing more than to disappear as Sean sits up on the edge of the bed. “I'm sorry, Sean, f—for crowding you like that.” you say just glancing up at Sean.

He doesn't look upset, but more flustered. You hate how ruthless your friends can be. “No, it's okay. I ah... wanted to talk to you about... something.” he says smirking slightly. You feel your heart melt a little at the smirk.

“D-do you want to switch rooms?” you ask, almost offering the suggestion.

“What? No, no. I wanted to ask you a question.” Sean says turning to face you. “D—do you think I could take you out some time?” he asks.

You stare at him, drawing a blank once again. “What? L—like a date?” you ask earning a shy nod from Sean. Your heart just about explodes in your chest. “Y—yes! Of... of course. I'd love that!” you say blushing as loud awes can be heard from the hallway.

“Seriously?” you both shout before glancing at each other and laugh. Maybe being snowed in together isn't such a bad thing.

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dingoat · 6 years ago

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Fic Writer Tag Meme

Meep! Thanks for tagging me, @cinlat!!

I was given leeway to answer regarding art rather than writing, haha, which is probably a good thing since the only solid writing I’ve done outside of RP in maaany long years is my current derpy WIP and I’ve never considered getting an A03 account (though here’s me taking a peek right now).

What is your total word count on AO3 (or art count on your far too full computer)?

Ahaha. Well my current little fic is sitting at 19,740. I’m awfully proud of that effort so far!

As far as art goes... hrnnng. I could never tally a proper ‘total art count’, but let’s look at my Star Wars art folders specifically... mrgh. There is no easy way to sort/count these since my filing system is ridiculous and I have odd things all over the place, but at a very quick/rough guess, I’ve got some 650 odd drawings done specifically relating to Star Wars RP, dating back to our first home tabletop campaign. That’s NOT including all the frames done for the few derpy animation projects I’ve done which would... easily push it into the thousands, but I’m not travelling down that particular rabbit hole tonight. XD

How often do you write (or art)?

Easily every day I’m not at work, and then depending on my energy levels a lot of evenings I’ll get a bit of something done, even if it’s just a few lines or a spot of colour. Honestly you could probably work out my work schedule/holiday time out pretty perfectly based on my art posting/productivity, heh.

Do you have a routine for writing (or arting)?

Mmm. Anywhere/everywhere, which usually winds up being; most sketch work done on the couch with some sort of TV show/movie going on in the background, and colouring done at the computer between playing games, snippets of writing, lots of internet browsing (some of it actual useful reference stuff), liberal voice chatting and possibly also working on a sketch in my lap at the same damn time.

What are your favourite kinks/tropes/pairing?

Kinks:

UM. Okay I guess I can admit I’m a sucker for fluffy fluffy romance with all the love and sweetness going on? I don’t even know if that counts as a kink, I don’t know how to answer this otherwise. I also like werewolves.

Tropes:

‘I’m a monster’. I guess this counts more for the storytelling that inspires my art more than the art itself? But damn, give my character someone who considers themselves a monster- quite literally in the case for Jak, or more figuratively as was the case for Ahuska, and I am SOLD. The feelings will happen, and the feelings lead to the drawings.

Pairing:

Ahuska/Crow: Obviously this is, like, the overwhelming majority of where my head is at when it comes to couple stuff. And to think I’d gone and created a lil Mando Bothan with absolutely ZERO intent of pursuing a romance with her! Thank you, @humanrevolt , for changing that. :D

Jak/Wylluf: They don’t get a lot of screen time right now but damn, I do want to get back to their story one of these days! Jak was my main for a long long time, a Saga Edition tabletop character that I didn’t want to let go once the campaign ended, so my husband let us carry on with her and her mad scientist husband even when all else was over and done.

Ulfran/Lyrisal: So, not exactly a pairing, since @humanrevolt ‘s Lyrisal is very much attached to Nines and I don’t think Ulfran would make any moves even if she was single, but still. I love their history, their relationship, I love writing their interactions!

Do you have a favourite fic (or art) of yours?

Okay I definitely need to have more than 3/4 of a fic to answer this for writing. But for art... so hard to choose a single one. SO HARD. I am definitely still super fond of the little Christmas one I did last year though.

^ that one

Your fic with the most kudos (or art with most likes, I guess)?

I feel like it’s that completely random werewolf I did last year? Yep- it’s currently beating that one bit of Moana fanart I did at 635 notes. Still weird to see that figure since honestly I still get excited to see notes hit double digits on any piece, haha.

Anything you don’t like about your writing (or art)?

Ehhh, all the usual things I’m sure. I’m super critical of my own stuff, and often get stuck in a rut of feeling like everything is the same, always the same. Sometimes I wish I could do my lineart digitally, and I know I... could, if I was willing to put in the time to practice?

Now something you do like?

NO THIS IS HARD I don’t know. I just like it when I manage to make something that makes me feel happy to look at. Better yet if it makes someone else happy to see it. Even better if those happy feelings are still there looking at the thing months down the track. That’s the whole point of it all, really, when it comes down to it, right?

#meme #creator questions #about me #art meme #creator meme

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letholojimin · 7 years ago

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HOUR 6 (JJK)

STUCK SERIES - HOUR 6

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Themes: high school au, badboy & fuckboy jungkook

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1,400

Summary: After being labelled the school’s biggest bad boy, Jeon Jungkook chooses to live up to the title. What he doesn’t know is that his arrogance will lead him to you.

HOUR 5 | HOUR 7 | MASTERLIST

Jeon Jungkook wishes that if this were a dream, he wouldn’t have to wake up.

Jeon Jungkook wished that if this were a dream, he wouldn’t have to wake up. As of now though, that wasn’t a problem because he never slept.

He was too busy easing the pain down there and so, that led to him wandering away from the music room when the clock hit one-o-clock in the morning. Eventually, he’d decided to leave you alone first because he was sure that there was no way in hell he would be able to sleep. Not tonight, not beside you, not where you were.

Though removing his arms from their secure hold on you was pretty challenging, it took all of him to stay. Why? Because he was not sure about what made you so different and that scared him. He wasn’t sure if you’d cast some sort of spell because on any other day, he would be pissed out of his mind if he got stuck in school once again. He was lucky and he knew it- he just didn’t know how to acknowledge it.

His feet begin to walk in a particular direction and before his mind can register anything, he’s facing the door of one of the most beautiful rooms in your campus- the art room. Jungkook always liked drawing and his friends never teased him for it but the other kids from your batch probably would. That was the kind of stereotype set for people like him and if he refused to live up to it, he doesn’t know what would happen to him.

His friends would never leave him as far as he knows because they’re practically brothers but he’d never want to be the odd one out of the group in the eyes of an outsider or a passerby. But now, he is alone and he doesn’t have anything or anyone to worry about. He doesn’t have to scan the corridors to see if anyone’s going to pop out of nowhere and catch him so he places his fingers on the cold metal of the doorknob.

Jungkook has been in here a couple of times. In freshman year when all students in your batch were required to take arts as a class. He’d come to this place last year when you had to write a paper on a specific painting that depicted Romeo and Juliet or some shit, he doesn’t remember. But it’s still different to him. Maybe it’s the lack of people in the room or the pleasant silence the place provides.

He walks through the place, looking around at the various scattered paintings and the lockers of the members of the art club who come here nearly everyday after school. It doesn’t take long before he finds himself in front of an easel, fingertips running through the expanse of the rough paper. He decides that he will take advantage of the empty room. Conveniently, there’s a set of paints and a few dirty brushes in front of him and it will do. He doesn’t even know what the subject of his artwork will be at that point but it’s eventually decided when the first stroke marks the color of your skin, a rough sketch of your face shape on the paper.

He works in serenity, the only thought in his mind being you running along the field with him merely two hours prior. He paints meticulously, never turning down even the small details. He’s determined to make sure that this painting becomes a masterpiece so that maybe if things work out, just maybe, he gets to show it to you one day. His fingers grip the brush tightly as he places lines of your hair color surrounding your face.

Time passes quickly, especially since he’s too engrossed in his artwork that he totally forgets about where he is and why he’s even there. It’s almost like the same exact feeling he gets when he’s around you but then, it’s a thousand times worse. It pisses him off sometimes knowing the image he projects is actually a polar opposite of the kind of person he was really like. He was so thankful for his friends because they’ve been there for him through thick and thin. They were there for him when his heart was broken for the first time in freshman year and they taught him to become stronger. They were there for him when his biological brother had decided to move abroad and they took his place.

They were there for him when he had nobody and for that he was eternally grateful.

He’s very attentive to details- that was a trait that his hyungs have noticed over the past years they’ve been friends but it comes out so well now, while he’s making all these kinds of lines and shapes at 1 am in the morning. Jungkook doesn’t remember the last time he did this but it feels amazing- rejuvenating, even and it’s like second nature to him.

It takes a couple more minutes before he decides that he’s relatively pleased with the outcome of his effort. His hand is slightly strained from the lack of practice but it’s bearable. He gets off his stool, stretching and stepping away to take a better look of the previously empty canvas. He’s proud of what he’s done and a tad bit terrified because what the hell, he just painted an extremely accurate painting of a girl he just met officially six hours before.

It’s only when his phone starts ringing does he snap out of his trance as he frantically looks for it in his pockets. He accepts the call before he can even see who’s calling but he’s relieved to hear a familiar voice. “Hello? Jungkook?!”

“Jin-hyung! Oh my god,” He breathes out, surprised. Neither of you had any signal for the past few hours and so you couldn’t call anyone for help. Not that he was mad about it, though, because nothing would have happened the way they did if things turned out differently. In a sense, he felt rather grateful but at this point, he really was stuck here with you.

“Kookie! Where are you? I just got a text from your mother asking me if you were with us and I had no idea what to reply!” He says, relieved that you were finally hearing all of this. “Shit?!” Jungkook says, knowing he’d be screwed in the morning for not have answering any of his mother’s definite phone calls. It’s so late at night, and Jin’s call only came through to him now.

“Hyung, I’m stuck in school for the second time. This is all Taehyung’s fault...” the younger boy groans and runs his paint-smeared hand through his hair. He explains further and tells him that he’s stuck with you. Jin doesn’t really seem to care that much about how he’s stuck with a girl at the dead of night. Instead, he suggests that the two of you wait it out till morning. “Do you have your car or do you want me to drive you guys home when the rest of your football teammates arrive at six?” Jin asks, ready to help the boy out.

Jungkook declines politely, thanking him for the help and concern. Jin says that he’ll talk to your mother who still isn’t asleep, apparently, and tells you to stay safe from harm. Jungkook smiles on his end of the phone, happy that he’d been blessed enough to have the friends he has. Except maybe for Taehyung, he thinks. Fuck Taehyung.

He doesn’t know what else to do except clean up his area after his friend drops the phone call, so that’s exactly what he does. He takes the canvas and brings it with him, praying it won’t get ruined and that by any chance, you won’t see it. Now’s not the time anyway. He washes the colors off his palms in the washroom and soon enough, he’s back in the same room as you. You’re still sleeping soundly when the boy finishes setting his alarm for 5:30, making sure you guys will have enough time to wake up properly without running into his teammates.

You’re also still sleeping soundly when he lies down next you in the wide couch in the room, wrapping his arms around you. Again, Jeon Jungkook wishes that if this were a dream, he wouldn’t have to wake up.

HI SO I FORGOT ABOUT UPDATING SINCE I WENT SOMEWHERE LAST NIGHT AND SLEPT AT LIKE 2 :’’) oops

anyway here’s hour six, its a hella filler chapter but i saw jk’s blimp and i was like... i am inspired by the text on it. if you guys have any comments whatsoever please do not be afraid to hmu! istg, messages about my work literally warm my heart and make me cry a lil bit inside. happy halloween btw, and watch out for my jk as the joker au ;)

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thesides · 7 years ago

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🎔 PATTON SANDERS ↬ POSITIVITY

“he bloomed as the flower of love.”

A Dad's Lunch Note

Why does everyone hate me? What's wrong with me?

Hey, kiddo! That's not true! The world's made up of wonderful people - some nicer than others, and some kinda just a lil' bit meaner. That doesn't mean every one of us is bad! The world's made up of so many different people! It's amazing! Sometimes, though, it's not quite so amazing when people act mean to us. I wish I could say those people are somewhere else, but they're not. Their words can really hurt sometimes... and it's nothing to be ashamed of! Getting hurt is all part of the process of getting better, kiddo! Just remember, not every flower has a thorn! The world you live in can and will improve!

Remember, there's nothing wrong with you! Everything that you are is you, and that's the bestest thing of them all~!

Oh! And don't forget kiddo, I love you! Everything you do, even if it's just getting up in the morning, makes me super proud! I don't think I could find one thing to hate about you. We're all humans! We're going to do some things that people don't like, and that's okay! We just gotta make sure not to hurt anyone too too much, alright? I love you so much, kiddo~! I'm proud of you for being you. You work hard every day... and that's spe-Patt-cular~! Ha! Sorry... had to slip that one in there!

Don't ever let insult your Morality.

I'm gonna be here to help ya, kiddo!

You are the best you can be!

A Dad's Tips and Tricks

What can I do about it?

Oooh, I have a whole lotta tips! I think I wrote them down somewhere... Oh, yeah, here they are! Wait- is that a coffee stain-

Invalid Emotions

Oh no, yeah, I've heard of this one! Sometimes, we all need to be reminded that all emotions are valid emotions! There's nothing wrong with feeling! I got some tips to make you feel a bit better about that~!

We're Not Playing Soccer, but We Can Always Have Some Goals~! ❥ Ha, sorry another pun, I love those things. But back on topic~! The first thing we should do is to make a little list of all the things we want to accomplish today. Maybe.. oh! Try making that cool coffee mixture on the internet! Just make sure not to spill it, like I did. And make sure they're realistic! I don't think you can adopt fifty puppies in one day... but maybe you could help out at a shelter or share the shelter's Facebook page! Maybe try scribbling out a lil' sketch or write two sentences for your story! I love seeing all the things you guys can do!

Isn't the Opposite of A Waterfall A Firefly? ❥ Sometimes, we all need a little cry. It's really cool, actually! I heard Logan say something about how tears have different chemicals depending on the emotion? Or something like that... I think I like my version better, though! When we cry, I think we're just expressing our emotions and really get into feeling them. When we cry, it's like we're confronting all the good and bad things about our emotions. Like, when I'm... kinda down in the dumps if I cry it's like I'm finally letting go of all the bad things. I can tell you, after the whole Nostalgia thing, I did a lot of that. But it helps with understanding: Hey, we cry, we feel, and that isn't a bad thing!

Dogs Are Purrfect- Wait, That Isn't Right... ❥ Aa, dogs are so adorable! And so are cats, and every little animal is so cute! I know one thing that instantly makes me happy, and it's all of those animals! Look up some adorable little pictures of cats, or watch a video about a puppy! If you have a pet - lucky you, kiddo! - try petting them! I think I always feel a little bit better after cuddling with a dog. Or, if you still want to cuddle but don't have a pet, stuffed animals always work. Thomas still has his, and it's nothing to be ashamed of! I think Virgil has like, a piglet, and it's sooo adorable!! But they remind me of all the happy times, and make me feel so much better!

FAM ILY <3 ❥ I remember after feeling so bad with Nostalgia, the other Sides came to me and helped me out. They told me all these amazing things and wowie, they all made me feel so much better! That's what family's all about! Chat with a friend, sibling, or parent just casually! Smalltalk for me somehow kinda gets rid of all the burdens. Everything's not so bad when you have someone else by your side. If you're really feeling bad, tell your friend! We're going to help you no matter what! Everything about you is spectacular and amazing, and I don't doubt that your friends think so too!

I Am The (Complimenting) Walrus! ❥ I absolutely LOVE giving all of you some compliments! There's just something about telling someone they're amazing and cute that makes me feel so much better! I'm always here to give you some tips and advice, kiddo, just make sure to ask for your Happy Pappy Patton~!

A Person's Insults

❥ Oh... Yeah, there are times when people insult people. It happens, and often it doesn't make anyone feel so great. It feels like your heart gets bruised (I know hearts can't get bruised, Logan, it's a metaphor!!) But don't panic! I've got some things that cheer me up, and hopefully, they'll cheer you up too~!

Flowers! ...Wait, Isn't Thomas Allergic- ❥ I love flowers! They're so amazing to just look at even when you can't smell them. I think nature just kinda has the calming quality a lot of people need. My head gets crazy with too many emotions sometimes, and it especially hurts after an insult. But then I take a calm walk through the forest and, gosh, I realize how small an insult really is. A flower's tiny, and so are insults. They don't affect your life if you don't let them!

One Way Vacation to My Heart~! ❥ Adventure! It's Roman's thing, but I love just planning little events or crazy adventures. Especially, I like planning out vacations! Thomas always loves to travel the world, and you can guess it kinda comes from me! Seeing how big the world really always leads me to become so curious and happy about how much we've changed. Rome, Greece, Italy, Malaysia - there's so much we can see and do! Insults can't stop us from exploring the new world!

Write It Out! ❥ I'm not that good at writing as I am with baking, but Roman showed me what people can do with writing and!! I'm so impressed! I tried writing out what I felt after a really bad insult, and I think just letting it all out on paper kinda bamboozled all those bad feelings out! I read over what I wrote, and since then I've improved a whole bunch! I don't have to cram all those negative things into a mask, it's all on paper! It's magical, almost, ha!

Not Workin' Out For You? Try Sleepin' In~! ❥ Kidding! I mean, you could sleep in if you want, I'm not gonna stop you~! But if you need someone to go to for some happiness, I'm always here~! You're amazing, alright kiddo? Never let anyone tell you otherwise!

A Dad's "See You Soon!"

I don't think you're right. I'm not getting better.

Kiddo, never think that everything's only going to go wrong. You've done so many things that make me so proud of you. I know it's going to be hard to believe, but really, every little step you do just makes me happier for you. Sometimes, we all get stuck in a puddle of sadness. It doesn't look like things can go better for us, so we ignore a helping hand. People don't understand emotions, and some just leave us alone. That's when you have to take a step back and realize, hey, it's just a puddle! Take that leap of faith out of the sadness.

You are fantastic, gorgeous, adorable, cute, and ah, there is no one else I'm prouder to tell these words to! You are an amazing kiddo, kiddo. You don't need a fancy badge or some paper to tell you that! I love you so much, every part of you is spectacular!

Remember... emotions can make us feel sad.

But they can make human.

And if you need help with being happy,

I will be at your side.

Your Loveable Dad,

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asfdhgsdkjhgb · 4 years ago

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yall ever just get really suspicious when life is going a little too ok

that might just be a me thing bc i believe in karma and shit (dont judge me im not on any hippy dippy everything has meaning bs and i know that bad things happen to good people and the world is unjust but for whatever reason in my personal life everything is always balanced if i have a really good day the next ones a really bad day and if something bad happens something good happens ect) but like everything has been too ok recently and im getting really worried bc this is too many good and decent days in a row like something REALLY BAD is going to have to happen to balance all this out and i have no clue what its going to be

even down to little things like im doing inktober and im a couple days behind so yesterday i finally did a thing for a prompt from last week and so far for inktober ive just done little doodles and sketches and stuff but yesterday i did a watercolor painting that took up a whole paper and im actually really happy with it??? and then today i did another one that i had missed and i did a full digital illustration and i am so proud of it and it looks super good and i filled up the whole thing and i didnt like lose motivation halfway through and WHAT

or just before making this post i grabbed 3 lil sweet tart things from our halloween candy, and each packet has 3 sweet tarts right, and not a SINGLE purple or yellow. i only got the good flavors. and like yeah ik ik im probably reading wayyy too far into all of this but ive already acknowledged the fact that ive been slowly losing my marbles throughout quarantine lol i am very aware of how crazy i sound

and i dont mean to sound ungrateful for things being good and nice in my life its just that im so used to little bad things balancing out the little good things but now this is too many little (and big) good things so like where tf are the bad things

so yeah im fucking terrified lmao

#i know this sounds stupid but whatever #just me rambling again #long post #vent post?#what is the universe planning #update: said this in a reblog of the post where i put weird magic stuff but while everything was good i was also seeing 1111 all over #so i looked it all up and right after i acknowledged it was a sign and figured out what it meant everything went back to normal

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uberff · 7 years ago

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Chapter 17

Jaylen

I cheesed anxiously as I stopped in front of the door to my condo. I hadn’t been home in 4 weeks, because I had been at the center. I was only home for Thanksgiving, and it felt so fucking good to be back.

Being at that fucking center was stressful. Stressful then a motherfucker, but I was making a bit of progress. Unfortunately, I ain’t had no weed, xan’s, lean, nothing in 4 whole weeks. I was dying on the inside, but I knew I could do it. My mama would be proud.

Just as I found my key, I noticed heard a loud thud next to me that honestly scared the shit out of me. Ever since Robyn’s ex nigga shot me, a nigga gets paranoid to loud bangs and shit.

I looked over to my right and realized that it was just Odell’s big ass and he had fell. He was struggling to get up, because his ankle was still broken. I stopped what I was doing and walked over to him, holding my hand out. He looked at it before acting as if I weren’t here.

“Don’t be like that O.” I sighed, already over this fucking grudge he had against me. Shit, we been bros before Robyn was even in the picture. If you ask me, he taking this shit too fucking serious. More serious than Robyn is.

This nigga know I don’t got friends and I been lonely as shit.

He looked at me again before sighing and taking my hand. I helped him back into his place, noticing the smell of somebody throwing down in the kitchen in the process. Shit smelled so fucking good.

“Y’all cooking?” I questioned as he nodded.

“The girls is.” He states dryly as he disappeared down the hall to his room. I see he still wasn’t trying to fuck wit me. It’s cool.

“Where Robyn at? I just wanna speak.” I asked Winter as she pointed to the patio. I smiled, because I knew she was probably doing her daily routine of sketches while drinking her tea. She used to come to my crib all the time and do that. Winter pointed towards the patio, barely paying me any attention.

As soon as I slid the patio door open, she began to talk. “Eric, you better have Lemonade and not tea.” She spoke, as she didn’t bother to look back.

I swear I wanted to say who the fuck is Eric, but I had to remember that she didn’t know I was here. Shit, who the fuck was Eric though? I counted to three over and over in my head, just like I’ve been doing at the center, before calming myself down.

I made my way behind her, wrapping my arms around her, placing my hands closer to her pussy. She froze up and looked back at me before laughing. “What the hell? Jaylen?” She smiled, turning around the hug me. I knew she missed me touch. That’s why she ain’t push a nigga off.

“Long time no see, huh?” I smiled, leaning against the rail in front of us. She couldn’t stop staring at me with a smile.

“You look.. so refreshed and healthy.” She pinched my cheeks as if I were a kid. She didn’t know I was in rehab, and I didn’t plan on telling her either.

“I look good, huh? You know you wanna hop on my shit. We can go in yo room like old times.” I smirked as she laughed and playfully pushed me.

Now if I would’ve fell off this fucking rail.

“You got a lighter, Rob?” Some nigga came out with a blunt behind his ear. I noticed that it was the same exact nigga that she asked to take her home that night. So we playing that game?

“Nah my nigga, she good. She ain’t got a bitch ass thing.” I stood up, facing him. I don’t know where the fuck Robyn be meeting these niggas.

She mines.

“Jaylen-“

“Nigga, did I ask you? She don’t even want yo ass, chill the fuck out.” He spoke, putting his weed back in his pocket as he looked at me.

“Jaylen, please don’t start anything. Please.” Robyn looked me in the eyes. I sighed, not saying a word before leaving the patio.

Swear if I hadn’t been getting help, walking away wouldn’t even have been an option.

Winter had came out of the kitchen telling everyone the food was ready. After washing our hands, making our plates, saying grace, we were all now at the table digging in. I ain’t had no home cooked meal in a while. Shit was banging. Especially the Mac and cheese. My fucking favorite.

“Who made this Mac and cheese?” I asked, stuffing my mouth with some more.

“I did.” The nigga spoke. I coughed as I started to spit some of it out.

“Figures. Shit dry as hell.” I shrugged as everyone at the table gave me a look.

This was gone be a long night.

Odell

I leaned back in my favorite recliner and kicked my feet up with Winter straddling my lap. She straightened her hair for me today and pranced around in a big ass jersey with her future last name on the back. Beckham.

Since my injury, she been chillin' out a lil' bit, been taking her medication on time so she could be the best nurse she could be. Little did she know, she could do no wrong in my eyes. I loved the shit outta her crazy ass.

We watched the three high ass stooges; Robyn, Deja, and her "friend" Eric play UNO at the roundtable. The day came to a close, dishes was done, and the house was clean.

This Thanksgiving was actually one of the best, no complaints. Win read my mind when she kissed my lips and said, “Today was perfect, huh, baby?" she asked and I nodded and closed my eyes, moaning lowly as she played with my curls that were freshly dyed in blonde. She had the magic fuckin' touch, swear to God.

"Yeah, it was cool. I just wish I could be as mobile, y'know?" I adjusted her in my arms so she wasn't sitting directly where my pain was. I groaned and she tried to get up.

"Baby, I don't wanna hurt you." I held her tight and kissed her temple.

"Don't worry about me. I just wanna hold you, man. Been in Memphis too long." she smiled and melted in my hug.

"Dell, can you do me a favor?" she looked up at me while I looked straight at the entertainment center, where the tv was mounted. My Giants were playing against the Chargers and I hope my niggas out there were capable enough to whoop they asses without me.

"Yeah, baby. Whatchu need?" I asked without thinking about it or looking her way.

"Look at me first, nigga damn."

"Commercial, Win. You know how important this shit is."

"Am I not important to you, bitch?"

I sighed and pressed pause. Tossing the remote on the other side of the couch.

"Fuck you need, Winter?" I mumbled before my face softened. She's so damn beautiful.

"Talk to Jaylen." she nodded over to the slide doors and I sighed, reaching back over for the remote. She grabbed it before I could and threw that bitch like she was one of my teammates.

"Listen to me!" she whined.

"I heard whatchu said. I'm good."

"I ain't ask if you was good, go see about your brother."

"We hardly cousins. Nigga ain't part of me no more." she rolled her eyes and neck and I did the same.

"Fuck outta here with the attitude. You don't even like that nigga." I mumbled, playing with her belly ring so I ain't have to look at her.

"Baby," she picked my head up. "I know I said some foul shit about him but he's out here hurting. Ya'll were friends before Rob. Can't just delete history because you're mad."

"That shit he did to my sis was foul. That's ya best friend, you saw how shawty was hurting."

"I know. But now, he's cooped up in rehab with less friends than he's had before. You were his only friend, Dell. Just go talk to him."

I sighed hard and blew air outta my cheeks. I looked out to the balcony and saw Jaylen drawing at the table with a cigarette tucked behind his ear. "Aight."

She smiled and held my face. "Be the bigger person, ugly. Love you."

"I love you back." I mumbled and she helped me up. I walked over to the fridge and grabbed two Coronas and limped all the way outside. He had some music playing, he hummed to it and kept doing what he was doing. Not even noticing my big ass offering my company.

I sat across from him and knocked on his piece of paper. "You want one or is this gunna fuck up progress?" I slid the beer across the table and he accepted it.

"Thanks, man." he mumbled and turned the music down. We cracked our beers open and sipped them in silence.

"You aight? They treating you good in there?"

"It's like jail, bro. Restrictions all over. I'm aight though. How you?"

"Leg getting better. Still a little pain when I do certain shit. I should be good for next season."

He nodded with a smirk. "Good 'cause ya niggas sufferin', ya'll had ya'll asses handed to you in that Sea Hawks game."

"Kiss my ass." I laughed.

"Aye man, I'm sorry for everything that went down."

"I don't wanna hear that shit, man. I can't forgive you for damaging my sister. I'm only out here because Winter miss the brotherhood. I'm chillin' without it."

"I'm still sorry, nigga. If you can't accept it that's ya problem."

"If I wasn't sure that I would break some other shit in my leg, I would fuck you up and throw you over that damn rail."

"All bark, nigga. What stopped you from doing that shit in seventh grade?" he laughed and I busted out lauging.

"Yo, I coulda ended you hella times and never took my chance."

"And why's that?"

"Because no matter how smart your fuckin' mouth is and how wild you be out here, you still my little bro. How I'ma protect you from niggas getting at you if I do the job for them?" I laughed.

"I appreciate you, O. Annoying ass guardian angel."

"Steer clear of my sister for a minute, man. She glowin', enjoying life. If you love her you gotta let her enjoy her shit. Even if that means without you. Don't force it, Jay."

He nodded and I dapped him up, hugging him.

"Hold ya head out there. Stay clean."

"I'ma try."

"Try ya hardest. I don't wanna hear no bad news about my nigga."

He nodded again.

"Now help me up so I could get at them leftovers." I yelled and he rushed over to the other side of the table and successfully pulled me up. For as scrawny as he was, this nigga was strong. My little big brother.

I limped back to the kitchen and Robyn crept up behind me. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah, we squashed it." I mumbled putting some food in the microwave.

"Good. I felt bad that you guys fell out over me."

"We fell out because he ain't know how to treat you. Don't feel bad, Rob." she smirked.

"Don't let this shit happen again. How you meet that nigga?" I nodded over to the roasting session in the living room.

"He works at a tattoo shop in Memphis."

"Tattoo? You got tatted Rob?" she rolled her sleeve up and showed me the tattoos of her dad and mom.

"Yo, that's crazy. New life got you feelin' yaself." she smiled. "I'm happy for you."

"Thank you."

Deja

As I was coming out of the bathroom, Winter popped up and scared the shit outta me, pushing me back in.

"Winter, what the hell are you doing?"

She ignored my question and continued to scowl at me. "Bitch, you don't speak today?"

"Girl, get the fuck out my face. You were buried under your nigga all day. I ain't wanna raise hell in his crib. I speak when spoken to."

"Where's your Southern hospitality?" she smiled and I rolled my eyes and walked out of the bathroom and back to the couch so I could go back to sleep. She got the game fucked up. It's 4 in the morning and now she's tryna run game.

"Deja." she stood over me and I opened my eyes to slits. "I know you're not mad at me for being with my man."

"Nah but it would've been nice to know that you had one." I mumbled, stealing most of the covers from Eric.

"So you didn't notice this big ass promise ring on my finger? You ain't got a right to be mad, who's Shelby?"

"Nobody." I mumbled and rolled my eyes.

"Nobody sure as hell got a lot of emoji's next to her name. You lying to me already, baby?"

"Can ya'll shut the fuck up?" Eric mumbled from the other side of the couch and I giggled.

"Sorry, E."

"Shut up. Ya restless ass is just mad Robyn making you work for ya nut." Winter said louder than she needed to. We laughed and he flicked us off half-asleep.

"Come here." Win took my hand and led me to the dark ass kitchen. She picked me up and put me on the counter and turned to grab something from the fridge.

"So you're not gunna tell me who Shelby is?" she mumbled, playing with my robe.

"My girlfriend."

"And you're mad why...?"

"I didn't throw her in your face. We're barely together."

"I didn't throw Odell in your face. Your lookin' ass was staring." she laughed.

Folding my arms, I sighed and tried to leave. Her mean ass was making me fall harder. She grabbed a strawberry from the container and sprayed some whipped cream on the tip and put it to my lips.

"Bite it before I bite yo ass." I rolled my eyes and bit it slow and sexy, looking into her eyes. She raised my robe a bit and brushed her fingers against my clit.

"Winter, if you don't get the hell away from me. I'll devour your heterosexual ass." I laughed and she did the same, feeding me another piece.

The lights flicked on and two big ass niggas appeared. "Win, what the fuck is this?" her boyfriend asked.

I widened my eyes and kept eating the strawberry. "Yeah shit, if I knew you was down. We could've had something special." Jaylen said and I laughed loudly. He’s been cracking jokes all day.

"I invite you in my fuckin' house and you tryna court my girl?" Odell asked.

"Nigga please, ya girl was all on me back in Memphis." Winter gave me a look.

"Winter, come to my crib. Lemme show you something real quick." Jaylen mumbled. This nigga was funny as shit.

"Jay, shut up, my nigga. Winter, you plan on telling me some shit?"

"She ain't do shit. It wasn't even like that. Relax." I mumbled, frustrated because her nice ass lips could've had me all on 'em by now.

"I mean, if you into niggas I could wipe that frown off ya face and have yo ass floating." Jaylen bragged on his dick and I rolled my eyes.

"I'm aight. Thanks for the offer. Am I being kicked out or can I go back to sleep?"

"Go ahead, scary." Winter mumbled with a wink and I laughed, hopping off the counter and back to the couch with Eric. "That ass got caught?" he asked in his sleep and I nodded.

"Bold ass." he mumbled.

"Like you weren't fighting the urge to go upstairs and find Robyn."

"Mind ya business." he smiled and I laughed.

"Yeah, ugly. Mind yours."

"Aight ya'll, I'm out. Bye sexy." Jaylen blew a kiss at me and I scrunched up my face.

"It's something about that nigga." Eric mumbled and I shrugged. He seemed cool to me.

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