#i am so excited to get this tablet set up!!

[florenceandtheinkmachine]

look what fell out of my chimney covered in ink this christmas

he’s sitting on my other exciting gift, a drawing tablet!! going to celebrate my new equipment with a ton of Bendy doodles

merry christmas and happy holidays!

[pricesprincess]

part two to this | angst | part three coming soon...

later that evening dinner was served and simone was bathed with her pjs on as she settled into the couch under a mountain of blankets holding her tablet while face timing simon who answered on the first ring with a smile that was reserved just for his little girl.

"hello, princess. i miss you already, are you all for bed?"

it hurt hearing simon talk so quietly like that and seeing him so torn up made your heart sink to your stomach and all the way down to your toes like a weight on fishing line. "i am! do you think you can you come over for dinner? mom made your favorite!" simone asked.

from where you stood in the kitchen you heard the silence fill the video call as you glanced down and sure enough you were making what you were so used too, even after months of the separation you were still doing things for him to make his life easier.

simon mulled the question over his head, and while he does respect you, his daughter wanted to see him and that came before anything.

"tell your mum i'll be there soon, i love you."

simone hung up her tablet and put it in her cubby before running to the kitchen, her lips tugged into a bright smile as she clapped her little hands together. "daddy is coming for dinner!" she announced.

when you and simon had separated she had asked if you still loved her daddy and without a second of hesitation you told her you always would no matter what but she was too young for the rest of it.

she came closer to stand by you, her arms wrapping around your legs as you bent down to kiss the top of her head earning a glare so similar to simon's. "my hair mommy! i want to look pretty for daddy!"

you couldn't help but chuckle a little and crouch down to her height as you took hold of her hands. "baby girl, you are the prettiest already to him, why don't you put on a dress then?" you suggested softly.

simone skipped off to her bedroom down the hallway as you finished up dinner feeling a soft flutter in your belly, like butterflies while you waited for your date to show up, but in this case it was your husband.

when he had flat out refused to sign the papers you thought about using one of the fighting moves on him that he showed you but instead you left your shared home with your daughter.

simon truly never felt like his nickname until the first night being alone without his girls giggling and doing each other's makeup, now it's just silence that keeps him awake, it was all overwhelming.

ten minutes later simone came strutting from her room complete in the princess attire, the glittering crown she wore matched the array of purples in the dress and the plastic shoes as well. "is he here yet?"

"not yet baby, i'm sure he will be soon though. do you still have that card for him?" you asked while setting the small dining room table up for three, the image was enough to make your heart flutter.

perhaps you and simon could work this out.

the card simone bought in the store as you shopped for dinner was something she hasn't been able to stop talking about since then nor could she stop bragging to everyone at the store about her dad.

she zoomed to her room then back to the kitchen holding the white envelope with a grin as she bounced back and forth unable to hide the excitement even though she just got done spending a weekend with simon, he truly was her hero and number one, same for you.

to pass time you cleaned up while simone got on her tablet to watch an episode of her show before asking you were simon was.

an hour passed and no calls or texts, dinner was now cold and you were irritated and disappointed. heating the food up you ate in silence with simone who kept glancing at the door with sad eyes.

you wanted to punch simon in the throat for getting her hopes up and you wondered what it was that kept him from coming over because you knew that him seeing simone was the most important thing to him.

another phone call and more unread texts later you finally helped simone out of her dress and into some pjs before tucking her into bed and reading a story. "why didn't daddy come? does he love us?"

her question made you tense as you perched on the side of her bed, simon and love could be like oil and water sometimes, his version of love was never something like this so he tried his best.

"of course, he does honey bug. i think he got caught up into something which happens, he loves you so very much sweet girl."

her blue eyes watered before flowing over down her cheeks as she clutched the rainbow teddybear simon gave her a few months ago.

even at her tender young age simone was beyond smart.

"why can't daddy live with us?" her question wasn't aimed to hurt but you could feel the physical pain bloom in your chest then your throat formed a lump as you fought back the tears as well.

you cleared your throat and brushed her hair back. "it's a lot baby, ok? just get some rest and tomorrow is a new day." you told her and kissed the top of her head before standing up.

making sure her nightlight was turned on you had to fight off the torrent of tears that threatened to break like a dam as you listened to simone sniffle and bury herself deeper under her blankets.

once the door shut with a soft click you quickly made it to the living room and tapped at the screen, each one a flame adding to the raging fire building inside you from simone being stood up.

as much as you hated to say it you were used to it, from the beginning of the relationship there were enough missed dates and anniversaries to fill years old calendar you were sure but you love simon enough to over look all of that, none of it mattered.

that is until you had simone and while it was just you at first you couldn't stand to see your daughter go through the same feelings or have consuming thoughts of whether he'll come or not.

voicemail. again.

you dropped on the couch and rubbed your face before dialing john's number.

voicemail.

soap, same thing.

taking a steadying breath you pushed aside the what-ifs that you've battled for years and tried to keep calm. why the hell isn't he answering his phone? you kept repeating over and over again.

then finally, kyle answered.

"kyle...hi, do you know where simon is?" you asked immediately, not even giving the man to say hello or anything, suddenly your mouth went dry waiting for his answer. "kyle? hello?" you pressed again.

[clockwayswrites]

Cozytober Day 4: "Thank you for putting up with me."

masterpost

“Walls?” Danny prompted after another few sips. “Filtering?”

“Oh, sure. Stay upright for a moment,” Jason ordered.

He leaned forward enough to snag his work bag and rifle around for his tablet. Danny gamely stayed upright, but slumped back against Jason as soon as he could. To his credit, Jason juggled Danny, his own hot chocolate, and the table with ease.

Soon the wall’s specs were pulled up on the screen and Jason was chatting away about everything that worked and didn’t work with the current construction of the walls. There was no denying that Gotham had particular needs with freak weather changes, temperamental plants, and poisonous gases. But it was good to see Jason so excited about this start.

By the time that the mugs were long empty and Jason as running out of steam, Danny took a deep breath and it came easily. There were no more words or worries or frustrations clogging up his throat. There was just him. He closed his eyes and let out the breath slowly.

Jason stopped talking and pressed a light kiss to Danny’s temple. “Hey there.”

“Hey,” Danny said with a soft smile. “Sorry about the silent invasion. I know I didn’t exactly give you a heads up.”

“Coming home to find you in my bed is never a bad thing,” Jason said. He leaned forward to set his things on the coffee table before taking Danny’s empty mug too. “Besides, I didn’t add you to my door code for you not to visit. You’re always welcome here, boo.”

“A dangerous offer,” Danny said.

“I know what I’m getting into,” Jason replied. He pressed another kiss to Danny’s forehead before he took the mugs to the kitchen.

Danny stretched slowly. “Lies. I am a man of mystery!”

“Danny,” Jason said, giving a dry look from over the kitchen island. “You spilled being a Meta two weeks into us knowing each other.”

“I’m not a Meta, it’s a medical condition, and besides, you were so worried about me getting randomly killed on the streets of Gotham. I had to do something to reassure you!” Danny made himself get off the couch. He grabbed Jason’s work bag and took it over to where it normally hung by the door. He fished the folder out of the front pocket—work Jason would insist on doing over the weekend—and took it to the desk that sat in front of one massive window bays.

“Not a man of mystery.”

“I could have secrets! I could have lots of secrets.”

“Yeah, and what’s one of them.”

“I,” Danny started as he made his way to Jason, “would kill for your hot chocolate.”

Jason laughed and wrapped his arms around Danny’s waist. “Not a secret, and please don’t. I would be forced to cover up the murder and then various members of my family would give me that disappointed look.”

“Your family always sounds so interesting.”

“You could meet them yourself at dinner tomorrow.”

Danny froze. Danny froze and he knew Jason felt it by the the way his brows drew together and his mouth twitched almost into a frown.

“I’m sorry—” Danny started at the same time as Jason tried to say, “Forget I said anything.”

They both closed their mouths with a snap.

Danny broke the silence with a sigh. “I just… soon, okay? I just want to be… better.”

“You don’t have to be better, Danny. They’d love you just like this.”

Danny shook his head. “I just… can’t. I know you want me to meet them, but I just can’t yet. I know it’s… I know that… just…”

Jason quieted Danny with a kiss. “It’s okay Danny, when you’re ready.”

“Thanks for putting up with me.”

“I’m not ‘putting up with you’, Danny,” Jason said. “Giving you room isn’t putting up with you. I like who you are. And I know you aren’t ready, but my family would too. We’re all fuck ups, we’ve got no room to judge anyone.”

Danny gave a little startled snort of laughter. “You’re all Waynes.”

“And the Waynes are fucked up. We’ve been in Gotham too long, fucked up is part of the DNA.”

“You’re adopted.”

“Semantics.”

--- AN: Danny, poking at Jason's hyperfixation to have some calming chatter.

Gods I've missed writing these two ;-;

[sodapopseagull]

Fanart for @patheticfangirl's Lovable Losers series!

I am grabbing you gently by the shoulders and telling you that if you haven't read this series, please give it a shot. The tags are wild and very, very accurate, but so is the title. Gale and Astarion start out as two guys with nothing but their shitty jobs and they develop the most adorable relationship as their story progresses. They are so lovable and it's so easy to root for them and if you like your bloodweave sweet and loving and healing, oh baby, this has it in spades.

It's also just... genuinely fun to read. The wacky nonsense Gale and Astarion get up to is a hilarious ride and it's wonderfully done, and at the same time... the language? The descriptions? The settings in Losers are vividly realized, the characterization is incredibly, and sometimes heart-wrenchingly on-point, and the darker/emotional moments hit like a semitruck to the face. These two have been through it. It's honestly a testament to the sheer quality of Losers that all of these things seamlessly coexist and actively enhance each other.

I am just a guy with a drawing tablet, but I genuinely adore this series and think it's so special. Trust the tags, and it may not end up being for you, but I also beg you not to dismiss it outright as frivolous crack- it is sweet and sincere and deserves so much love and I can't wait for future installments 😭

CHECK IT NOW!!!

Been a bit since my last proper fic fanart since I've been writing so much! But I'm excited to get back to it and embarrass myself by gushing about fics that I like. Already got two more drawings rattling around in my brain that I can't wait to poke at between commission work hehehe

I could legit write a dissertation about how much I love this series but I'm trying to be concise LMAO

[jellyfishoreo1206]

Tending (Sebastian Solace x Reader)

Notes: I am enjoying this way too much, I have work to finish yet here I am making sure my children are fed.

Credit goes to @/cafekitsune for the borders!

Picking the harvest was probably one of your favorite things this season. The soft sounds of nature that surround the garden as the sun lays its gentle rays upon the earth while picking the fruits and veggies give your mind a wave of peace. 

It's absolutely lovely.

Lifting that straw hat upon your head, you swiped off the sweat and dirt that had built up during your time outside. There are still traces of summer well into September, despite the dawns and evenings filling with a slight chill. 

Jack Frost sure is taking his time, huh?

There's a sense of pride that fills your very being to the brim as you examine the juicy Brandywine and Roma tomatoes that fill the wicker basket in your hold—not a single blemish or bruise on them, all are perfect! And they seem to be a lot bigger this year than the previous.

A sign of luck, you like to think it. If this year's harvest is bountiful, then the year will be prosperous.

A saying a dear relative always repeated whenever you helped out in their garden.

With a huff, you will your legs to stand straight from your crouched position, several of your joints popping from being in such a crouched stature for so long, heading over to the shaded porch where Painter resided to trade the full wicker basket for an empty one. 

And maybe some water, too. Harvesting is time-consuming, and your throat is parched.

"Hey Paints," The basket made a heavy *THUD* causing some of the items on the table to make a small jump from the force, Painter's monitor and tablet being no exception, giving the AI a small startle.

"I'm painting here." With a hiss, their narrowed eyes fixed themselves onto your sweat-riddled frame. You merely gave an apologetic smile, snatching the basket you came for and backing off before the AI started insulting you in various languages. . .

Again.

~~~

Clip. Clip. Clip.

Large scaly fingers gently picked the green beans off the bustling bush they hung from with care to not accidentally crush them, the wicker basket set beside him steadily filling up with the surprisingly immense abundance of the green capsules. He could probably make some carbonda for dinner tonight. . .

It probably won't be on par with Mama's, pero quién sabe?

Hopefully there's enough potatoes ready. . .

A feeling of excitement fills him at the thought of making one of his favorite dishes that he ate with enjoyment growing up and sharing it with you, his favorite person.

He could already imagine your look of delight when you take your first bite of the soup, smiling wide with glee and eyes wide with surprise as you go for your second bite, little hums of delight escaping your lips as you savor the taste.

Readjusting the straw hat that was slowly falling off his head with one of his hands, and slightly pulling back on his esca—grabbing the basket with the second— Sebastian moves on to the next patch in need of harvesting once he deemed there was no more beans to pick anymore—slithering his way towards where the red-potatoes were growing, being mindful to not accidentally smush his tail on any of the plants.

A soft breeze passes by, gently swaying the plants and trees along with it. It also made Sebastian suddenly aware of the sweat clinging to his tank top and hair, grimacing at the uncomfortable feeling of sweat and cloth sticking to his torso.

Though Sebastian is no longer human, he still maintains some of his most annoying human traits.

"Damn this summer heat."

~~~

Painter got a bit tired of the heat, as it was unfortunately messing with their hardware. Nothing too serious, but you wish for your friend to be comfortable, so you placed them back inside by a fan and a window.

Well, now would probably be a good time to get some water.

Swinging open the screen door with your hip, you walk back into the garden refreshed and with a new mission in mind, with two ice-cold glasses of water in hand as you survey your surroundings to find where your lover is in the garden.

It doesn't take much looking, as you spot him slithering towards the back porch with a full basket as he fusses about with his shirt, frustrated mutters slipping out every so often the closer he gets.

With a smile, you call out to him, relishing in the way his head snaps up to meet your gaze, a look of tenderness overtaking his face once he approaches.

"Mi Amor~" Once he was close enough, he used his two free hands to wrap themselves around your waist, settling the basket full of harvest down on the table next to you—nuzzling his face into your hair as he breaths your scent in, the tension that was once present in his shoulders now ebbing away.

You could practically hear the loud purring resonating within his chest the longer he held you, the low vibrations resonating throughout your whole body.

Ah, your little fishy kitty.

Unfortunately, you don't wish to spill the water, so you push him back a few inches with your elbow—though his hands now rest upon your hips, rubbing small circles as he fixes you with a coy smile.

"Hi baby," Standing on the tips of your toes, you press a kiss against his cheek, letting out an exaggerated 'Muah!' before pulling away, handing him his glass, "-thought you would've wanted something cool to drink."

"It's much appreciated, my dear." With a grateful squeeze of his hands, he brings the glass to his lips as he downs the water quickly, Adam's apple bobbing with every swallow; the glass emptied in seconds as he lets out a sound of delight, his tail thumping softly at the wooden floor boards of the porch.

Placing the empty glass on the table beside you, he flashes you with that handsome smile you loved oh so very much, his sharp teeth adding to the charm. Oh GOD DAMN. You could feel the beat of your heart fluttering rapidly within your chest as you looked into his eyes, full of love and adoration.

Those very same eyes looking at you.

Is it getting hot out here, or is that just you?

"Thank you, Starfish. If I stayed any longer out here I probably would've dried up!" He jokes, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he grins, adding to his gorgeous features.

. . .The sudden urge to smother him in kisses is very strong.

Quickly snapping out of your starstrucked spell, you replied with a joking tone as well, "Oh, you poor thing~!" With a playful pinch to his cheek, you give a gentle tug and wiggle before letting go, not without Sebastian sticking his tongue out in playful distaste.

"I'll make sure to water you if that ever happens," Embracing him once again, you nuzzle yourself the best you can into the crook of his neck, breathing in his citrus yet woody musk, "-my Little Froggit."

A few beats of silence pass by, before the both of you laughed aloud at the absurdity of words that has tumbled from your mouth. His shoulders are shaking as he attempts to shush his laugher, hand flying to his mouth to further contain them from slipping out, but it was no use. What felt like hours when it was merely seconds, the sound of laughter finally winded down—the both of you left breathless, only a quiet chuckle here and there could be heard as the atmosphere calmed around the two of you.

The two of you merely stood on the porch as you settled into comfortable quiet as your surroundings filled it with natures tune.

Seconds passed, eventually turning into minutes, then rolling into hours.

The sun hung low in the sky, making it through the last bit of his long trek down as it climbed lower and lower along the welkin, shadows elongating as the colors in the sky changed, the tune of the forest now changing as the sun dipped lower against the horizon—shining his last rays of light upon the soil of the earth before being overtaken by the moon and the stars.

The moon may not have been full this night, but she still showered the land below with her soft light as the woods became alive. The trees echoed with the sounds of the nocturnal, from the hauntingly beautiful howls of the wolves to the playful yips of the foxes. From within the trees, you could see the faint light of the fireflies luminescence bodies within the dark.

With a tired huff, you leaned more of your weight into Sebastian, sleep gently ebbing away at your brain as your eyelids drooped lower and lower. How long were we out here for? You try to think of when the two of you went out into the garden, but it seems to fade away as your mind slowly turns sluggish; craving a long needed rest.

"Tired?" Sebastian voice seems to be a lot closer to your ear, a pleasant warmth filling your mind as if you ate the smoothest of ambrosia and the sweetest of honey, nudging you closer to the land of dreams.

"Mhm. . ."

"Let's get you to bed, yeah?" The sound of movement met your ears as the floor below you disappears, now cradled within his arms as he sneaks into the house.

"But we haven't ate yet. . . or showered" You mumbled a protest as a yawn interrupts your sentence mid-way, attempting to climb out of his arms, but to no avail as he merely held you closer to his chest.

"I'll wake you up to make sure you eat and shower. Okay?"

". . .Mkay."

"Good,"He opens the door to your shared room, "-now let's get you ready for bed." Sebastian places you on the large bed with care as he slithers over to the dresser, picking out a pair of sweats and one of your favorite sleeping shirts before coming back to the bed. With some trouble, he helps peels off your dirty clothes, then handing you the clean ones before tucking you in bed.

Everything is hazy, your eyes are barely open. Your body feels so heavy with exhaustion, muttering out a small 'love you', to your lover before sleep finally took over. Transporting you to the land of dreams.

"Sleep well, cariño." With a kiss to your head, Sebastian slips out the bedroom with caution, carefully closing the door shut once the last bit of his tail makes it through. He listens to any shuffling from your side of the door, and relaxes when he doesn't hear any, only your breathing.

Now, let's make carbonda, shall we?

Last Part, Next Part (?)

[fyonahmacnally]

Thank you to @rainbow-rebellion for the amazing prompt!

“W-Wait…you’re going to Midvale this weekend? You’re spending the 4th of July in Midvale? With the Danvers? The same place I am going?” Lena asks, voice an octave higher than usual as her panicked green eyes dart between her computer screen, her cell phone, and the woman sitting in front of her. “K-Kara didn’t mention anything at lunch yesterday.”

Oh fuck! Lena thinks. This can’t be happening. Sam knows me too well. This is a disaster. Fuck! That’s it, I have to find an excuse not to go. 

Sam’s hazel eyes scan her boss and longtime friend’s face with a smirk. “Well, that’s because she just asked today. I ran into her on the sidewalk on my way back from lunch with Andrea. She invited the two of us as well as Ruby, but Rubes is going to be with her friends all weekend. So, it’s just Drea and I.” 

Shit, Andrea will be there as well. Goddammit, Kara. Drea knows me better than Sam! Gay panicking. You’re gay panicking. Okay, it’s fine. Everything is fine. You’re fine, Luthor. Get it together. You’ve hidden your pining for years. You can handle a weekend with your friends. 

The brunette CFO raises a brow in question, an act picked up from the raven haired genius over their years of working together. It’s obvious the youngest Luthor is panicking over the presence of two of her oldest friends. No, she’s full on gay panicking. Sam does her best to stifle her laughter for Lena’s sake, but just barely. “Why are you being so twitchy about it, Luthor? Drea and I have been going to game nights since I moved back to National City. Besides, all of us already know you have the hots for blondie.”

The L-Corp CFO grins as she watches Lena’s posture shift from nervous to defensive. The entirety of their friend group knows Kara and Lena have been pining over each other for years. Sam is more than aware of the reason her friend is being squirmy about her and Andrea spending the weekend in Midvale. Lena knows she and Andrea know her better than the rest of their friends. The two of them know her every little tell and both of them live to give her shit about it. 

Sam gives the youngest Luthor one final devilish smile before leaving her office. Lena knows she is absolutely fucked with the Arias and Rojas duo.

Lena does her best to put things out of her mind after her conversation with Sam. The first two days of her week fly by. It’s suddenly Wednesday, she’s finished her work for the day, and is currently standing in the middle of her walk-in closet trying to figure out what to pack for her four day weekend in Midvale. 

The past few years with Kara around have provided a crash course in “comfy clothes” as the hero calls them. She has even accumulated a lot more casual clothing, but it doesn’t mean she has figured out how to pack for a holiday weekend, much less one held primarily outdoors. Honestly, she never really had holiday weekends while growing up with the Luthors. How the hell is she supposed to know these things? 

She sighs and glances down at her watch, she should have been finished packing hours ago.

Kara will be at her penthouse any minute and she has exactly three things packed – her toiletries, her tablet, and her glasses. They are supposed to leave at 7:00 pm, which is exactly 45 minutes from now. There is absolutely no way she will have all of her shit done by Kara’s proposed departure time. 

The Kryptonian wants to beat everyone to her childhood home to help Eliza set-up for all the guests. Lena pulled out all the stops and tried her best to get out of going after learning Sam and Andrea would be there, but the lovable reporter wielded her deadly pout and any further attempt died on her lips. So here she is, packing her suitcase. She was originally excited for the trip. It was supposed to be relaxing, but now she’s certain she will spend the entirety of the trip tense as a mouse in a room full of cats. 

Lena sighs, again. She can already feel her anxiety climbing and shakes her head. Get yourself together, Luthor. Accept the fact you’re the mouse and will be tormented by two very devious cats. Fucking Sam and Andrea.  

She gets lost in her thoughts. The next thing she knows, warm arms wrap around her waist causing her to shriek like a banshee. Once she calms down and wrangles her heart out of her throat, she smacks Kara for scaring the hell out of her quickly followed by shaking her now aching hand. They tag team her packing and get it done much faster than she would have alone. Unfortunately, she let her heart eyes cloud her judgment and allowed her years-long crush to take care of her swimwear for the weekend. There is no doubt in her mind she is going to regret this decision later as she has no idea what awaits her.

You are a fucking gay disaster, Luthor. Useless, pining queer disaster. 

Unfortunately, Kara Danvers is her kryptonite. Lena Luthor cannot say no to that woman. It’s impossible.

Read the rest on AO3 - link at the top.

[dailyhmsw]

BOUNCING UP AND DOWN. HELLO SOUL!! I just got a drawing tablet and I’m super excited about it!! I’ve been drawing for a long time, but I’m usually more of a traditional artist, do you have any tips for beginners with digital art? I am REALLY EXCITED (currently vibrating) and since I sadly don’t have any digital artist friends, this was the first blog I thought of to ask for tips!! Because!! Your art is amazing and this blog feeds my insatiable hyperfixation!! I think it’s so cool and your art is amazing!!

(I’m sorry if this is annoying TwT also yes I know I’m sending this literally on Christmas Eve but there is no pressure and you can answer this ask whenever :D)

HELLO HELLO CONGRATS, FIRST OF ALL! ! !! LOL I REMEMBER WHEN I GOT MY FIRST ART TABLET the little wacom one .. it served me very well

i think the one of the biggest hurdles in going from traditional to digital is getting used to how different it feels. at its core it's the same thing, you're drawing on a canvas, but getting used to not feeling the paper under your pen and how it handles and glides differently on the tablet can take a little while. and THEN you have to get used to your art program of choice...........

i started with (and still use) firealpaca because it's free and covers all your necessary bases plus a few nice quality of life features! i know krita is also free and seems like a good pick, though i've never used it myself..

i guess it's less a question of tips and more of getting used to the change????! for an actual tip i'd say explore your program and see all the cool features it has to offer, then play with the settings (like different brushes, stabilizer levels and pressure sensitivity (if your tablet/program supports it)) until you find something you like!! eventually it becomes just as natural as it was before. i'm kinda bad at giving advice but i hope this is something at least ^_^''

tldr give it time and explore the resources given to you.. you'll discover your preferences and eventually it'll just become natural to you !!

[deceasedream69]

Museum pt.1

I did it. I finally had the courage to ask her out.

We're going to the museum on Sunday night, it's a date. I can tell she's excited too, I was worried the museum decision was a little... nerd, but I'll guess she'll like it.

We set the time, 6:00 pm, I was going to pick her up but she said she had to do some things before meeting so she'll get there by herself.

It's 6:00 already. My hands are sweating and I can feel this... like, energy flowing through my body, it's making my stomach feel a little heavy, but I'm pretty sure it's excitement.

it's already 6:15 but I'm pretty sure she'll be here anytime, beautiful as always.

After 6:30 I decided to just go home. How could I be so stupid and think that going to a museum was a good idea for a date. I walked inside my apartment, took my shoes off and plopped onto the couch. I was too scared to even call her. I should just wait to see her tomorrow at the office, maybe she had something come up, something so important she couldn't even bother to call.

Y/n's pov

I don't know how long I've been here. I've been punched, spit on, almost drowned and electrocuted. My body felt extremely heavy and sore, my ears and head were killing me and I was cold. I just wanted to go home.

-"hey, princess, ready for another round?"

-"I just want to know why"

-"Is it not obvious yet?"

I just shook my head, slowly, of course.

-"hm, and to think that everyone tells me I look just like my father", he turned around, "or maybe, little miss agent here already forgot about every life she ruined, don't worry, I'll make you remember this day forever", he said pulling me by my hair.

Spencer's pov

I slept very well that night, suprisingly and given the circumstances. I guess crying really makes people tired. I had to put some ice on my eyes to get down the inflammation and redness.

I entered the office, my hands sweating and that feeling in my stomach again. I could do this, tho, I wasn't sure if I was going to be able to ask here why she couldn't make it, or why, specially if she lies to my face and I detect it.

The team was already in a meeting when I entered the office, I quickly made my way into the meeting, everyone turning to look at me when I entered. That's when I noticed who was on the screen.

- "I know this might be a tough case for us..." Hotch started.

I sat quickly, I couldn't feel my legs, was this real? Is it my imagination trying to find an excuse for y/n to miss our date last night? Am I having a nightmare?!

- "But we're the ones who'll work the hardest to get to her", Derek said, angry as natural for him.

I wasn't angry, more like confused, sad, angry only at myself for not calling her, trying to reach her or something more than the pathetic "I'll ask her tomorrow" thing I did.

- "it's so sad, I can't even look at the pictures so I didn't put them in the presentation but...' Garcia sniffled... "But you can watch them in your tablets..."

I was too scared to look, although in my case it was a file, but not looking would be too suspicious as well, why wouldn't I look? It's supposed to be my friend, and she needed our help.

With my trembling hands I opened the file slowly, reading the first things, I opened it even more, but no pictures.

- "I couldn't dare to print them either", Garcia said looking at me trying to find the pictures.

The meeting was quick, everyone already assigned to do something different. I haven't looked at the pictures, I'm scared, but I also feel that would be a good way to motivate myself. Regardless, it's a little too late for that now, everyone's busy doing their different tasks, and I should be completing mine, too.

[foxtrot91]

Buddietommy prompt: Eddie and Buck persuade Tommy to get a tattoo

This took way longer than planned and went in a direction I was not expecting! I know this might not be the best timing given... things, but I hope you enjoy it anyway <3

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In the two years that they’ve been together, Tommy learned very quickly that Evan collects tattoos like his little brother collected Pokémon cards when they were children. Some days, Tommy will come home from a 48 and discover that Evan, in a moment of spontaneity, had gone out and gotten new ink. Last month, it had been a hummingbird tattoo after he’d done a late-night deep dive into them following a National Geographic special. The exasperated fondness on Eddie’s face was a mirror of his own as Evan had spouted off fact after fact – did you know that they’re the only bird that can fly backwards? O-or that a flock of them is referred to as a bouquet? – to the point that he and Eddie had resorted to desperate measures to convince Evan to put the tablet down.

Thankfully, it wasn’t too difficult to convince Evan once their clothes had started coming off, and by the time they were through with him he hadn’t had energy left to even think about hummingbirds, let alone continue researching them. At least until the next day, when he’d decided on a hummingbird for his next tattoo.

So, when Tommy comes home from his shift, he’s not exactly surprised to see the Saniderm bandage shining on the inside of Evan’s right forearm from where he’s sitting on the couch, playing Mario Kart with Eddie. What is surprising, is the same kind of bandage covering the outside of Eddie’s right bicep. It’s not that Eddie doesn’t have tattoos, it’s that he has so few in comparison to Evan, and as far as Tommy knows hadn’t had any plans on getting a new one.

“Hey,” he greets, smiling at the quick greetings thrown his way; they’re all very intense about Mario Kart, Tommy included. Evan’s in the lead, but not for long if the blue shell in Eddie’s arsenal is anything to go by – he’s always been the best at nailing down when to hit the button to slow down the item roulette.

Taking a moment, Tommy retrieves a beer from the fridge before joining Evan and Eddie on the couch just as Eddie releases his shell, crowing in triumph as he overtakes Evan moments before the finish line.  

“C’mon,” Evan groans in defeat, “that has to be cheating.”

“Having good timing on the item box is not cheating, you’re just a sore loser,” Eddie says, taking a swig of his own beer.

“I am not a sore loser,” Evan says, pouting up at Tommy as though expecting him to agree.

“Yes, you are,” Tommy says, and ignores Eddie’s snickering as he leans in for a quick kiss. “But you’re adorable, so you get a pass,” he adds, laughing as Evan immediately perks up.

“Don’t encourage him,” Eddie says firmly, and Tommy chuckles with a shake of his head.

“So, new ink?” He asks, changing the topic before Evan can retort.

“Oh, yeah,” Evan says, excited as he holds out his forearm for Tommy to inspect. “It’s an Atlas Moth.”

Tommy nods in understanding and smiles fondly, recognizing it as Evan’s favourite. Dating someone who had a favourite moth, of all things, was a novel concept for Tommy but was quickly becoming one of his favourite quirks about Evan. His fascination with insects had been something Tommy never quite understood – the first time Tommy had killed a beetle in his presence he hadn’t heard the end of it for a week – but the way Evan lights up whenever talking about whatever new species of creepy crawly quickly had Tommy setting aside his own dislike of the critters in favour of basking in Evan’s excitement. Now, instead of squashing the bugs, Tommy dutifully catches and releases them into the wild. He’s a good boyfriend like that.

“And you?” Tommy asks, looking up at Eddie.

Eddie twists so he can better see his left bicep. “You remember the memory box we came across when moving?” He does, it’d been after he and Eddie had sold their homes before a house large enough for the three of them and a teenager. While packing Eddie’s home, they’d come across a box filled with memorabilia from the time Christopher was a baby to just before their move from Texas. “I’d been wanting to get something like this done for awhile,” he says, proudly showing off the tiny footprints tattooed to his left arm with Christopher’s birthdate underneath.

“That’s beautiful, Eddie”

“Thanks,” he says, smiling.

“Has Christopher seen it yet?” Tommy asks. Christopher’s at a friend’s for the night but Eddie could have sent him a photo.

“Not yet,” Eddie says, “Figure I’ll show him when he gets home, though chances are he’ll find it more embarrassing than anything.”

Tommy laughs in response; it’s true, at sixteen years of age the teenage attitude is in full swing.

“So,” Evan says, tone thoughtful, “Eddie and I both have tattoos, which kind of makes you the odd man out.”

Here we go, Tommy thinks as he rolls his eyes in exasperation at the teasing lilt in Evan’s voice. They’ve been down this road before, a few times, actually.

“Baby, I told you-”

“I know, I know, your body is a temple and-”

“I never said that,” Tommy says, cutting Evan off as Eddie barks out a laugh.

“It was definitely implied,” Evan says, smug. “I just think that you’d look really good with a little ink on you.”

“He’s not wrong,” Eddie says, shooting him a smirk.

“I don’t even know what I’d get,” Tommy groans.

“You just have to find something that means something to you,” Eddie says.

“What about the first helicopter you flew?” Evan suggests.

“Not a chance,” Tommy answers. “The first helicopter I flew was with my dad.”

While the memory is overall a good one, it’s still tainted by the presence of his father, and saying so is enough for Evan and Eddie to understand why that’s not something Tommy would want to be reminded of everyday.

“Something else then,” Eddie says thoughtfully. “I’m sure we can come up with something.”

“I wouldn’t hold your breath.

*

Normally, whenever they have that Tattoo Conversation as Tommy has taken to labelling it in his mind, Tommy doesn’t think anything more of it. This time, the thought won’t leave him alone. He blames Evan for suggesting he get a tattoo of the first helicopter he flew. It wasn’t a bad suggestion, and if that memory didn’t involve Tommy’s father – a man Tommy hasn’t spoken to in going on ten years now – he might’ve even been open to it. It’s a good memory, one of the very few he has with his father.

He’d been seventeen, and he’d wanted to learn to fly for nearly as long as he could remember. His father had been a pilot in the military as well, and he’d been proud when Tommy took an interest in flying. He remembers their first time going up together with Tommy behind the controls, the whoosh of the blades as they’d sped up, the combination of nerves and excitement that he could feel deep in his belly. Then, the feeling of freedom as they’d made it up into the sky and the look of pride on his dad’s face.

He still feels warm whenever he thinks about it, and he wonders if there isn’t still a part of him that longs for that approval once more. 

It’s that thought that washes away any warmth he feels when he thinks of that moment, because whatever approval had existed there was conditional and the moment Tommy had broken their unspoken agreement, it had been replaced by swift disappointment and disgust.

Such a tattoo would only serve as a reminder of all the ways he could never measure up to impossible standards.

But still, it wasn’t a bad thought, even if it was a touch misguided, which is why a week later he’s still thinking about it. Only this time, it’s not his first flight or his father he’s thinking about, but his mother. He’d been fourteen when she’d passed. Breast cancer – it had felt like no time at all between the diagnosis and Tommy saying his tearful goodbyes at her bedside, somehow both old enough to understand, and too young to comprehend his impending loss.

She’d liked birds. Loved them, more like. She’d likened herself to an amateur Ornithologist – it had been her goal to become one before she’d gotten pregnant with Tommy in the middle of getting her degree in wildlife biology. They couldn’t afford the childcare they would’ve needed for her to finish her degree, so she’d dropped out to raise him.

She’d never resented him for it, or if she did, it wasn’t to any degree that Tommy was able to pick up on it. She did share her love of wildlife with him, however, and in particular, her love of birds. He remembers the first time she took him bird watching with her. He thinks he was seven at the time and he remembers the weight of the binoculars in his small hands and feeling so important for getting to be the one to carry them. He remembers her quietly murmuring the details of each bird they’d come across, most of them fairly common until he’d spotted it circling above them – a red-tailed hawk.

He can still recall the powerful beat of its wings before they’d straighten out, almost lazy in its glide as it searched for prey. Up to that moment it was the most beautiful thing he thinks he’d ever seen, and he remembers his seven year old brain thinking, Oh, I want to do that. That was the moment he’d known he wanted to fly, even if he hadn’t quite understood just how that would work for him at the time.

It’s not difficult to get the name of Evan and Eddie’s tattoo artist once he makes his decision – Evan is a hoarder of business cards and for once, Tommy is thankful for it. He decides against telling them his plans as he schedules a consultation with the artist in favour of surprising them after the fact.

*

It’s another three weeks before Tommy’s plan comes to fruition. After several meetings with the artist, Tommy is able to settle on a design and he makes his booking for a day that Eddie and Evan are working. It had taken him some time to figure out where he wanted the placement today, eventually settling on his left forearm. The wings of the hawk would be spread along his arm in flight, as though the bird were gliding across his arm. The first session, they focus on the outline, with some minimal shading added before they settle up. He’ll have to come back for another session to finish it, and his only regret is that he won’t be able to shock the other two with the fully finished product, but this will have to do.

The next morning, Tommy is sitting in the living room with the news on when he hears the distinct sound of the jeep doors slamming. It’s followed within moments by the jangle of keys and then the flip of the lock before the door opens and Evan and Eddie are walking in, both looking incredibly exhausted. He’d seen the text messages in their group-chat. Apparently the new probie had uttered the dreaded ‘q-word’ and Evan – who is still convinced of the existence of curses, bless him – fully believes it to be the reason that they were bombarded with call after call after call. Eddie, ever the skeptic, and a man after Tommy’s own heart had done the texting equivalent of rolling his eyes before laughing in Evan’s face.  

He's greeted with a kiss from each of his boys before they collapse on either side of him, Evan leaning heavily into his side as he rests his head on Tommy’s shoulder.

“Chris?” Eddie asks, as he tilts his head back, eyes closed.

“Took him to school this morning, had to practically use a blowhorn to get him up this morning but we got there,” Tommy says, laughing.

“I miss little Chris,” Evan murmurs beside him, hand held out at what Tommy imagines must be indicative of his height when Evan first met him. “That Chris was easy, listened to everything I said and loved the zoo. Now when I suggest going to the zoo it’s like I offended him and he only wants to hang out with his friends.”

“Teenagers,” Eddie sighs, “Now that I’m living it with my own, I kinda feel bad for all the shit I pulled when I was his age.”  

“Don’t we all,” Tommy agrees.

It’s not so bad, Chris is actually wonderful, occasional bouts of teenaged attitude aside. Telling him about the three of them had been the scariest part of them even considering giving this a shot, but the way he’d taken it in stride when they did finally take that step, had been so reassuring for the three of them. Eddie would’ve never been open to this if Chris had had any objections and the three of them knew it.

He's broken from his thoughts as Eddie shifts beside him in search of the remote and it’s as he’s leaning forward to grab it that he pauses and Tommy knows the jig is up.

“What’s that?” He asks.

“Hm?” Tommy responds, playing dumb as Eddie leans in closer.

“That. On your arm,” he says it slowly, his eyebrow raised as he returns his gaze to Tommy’s face.

“Oh, that,” Tommy says, unable to hide his grin as Evan finally takes notice as well.

“Did you get a tattoo?” Evan asks in disbelief, grabbing for Tommy’s arm to extend it.

“It would appear that way, wouldn’t it?” Tommy says, chest shaking with repressed laughter at the betrayal in Evan’s voice.

“I can’t believe you got one without us,” he says while still examining the ink.

“Wait a minute,” Eddie says, looking closer once more, “Is that Drew’s work?”

Tommy can’t help the bark of laughter that escapes at the look on Evan’s face as his neck snaps up, eyes wide.

“It is!” Evan exclaims, “I can’t believe you went to my guy and didn’t say anything, after I’ve been telling you about him for over a year.”

Eddie’s laughing now too as Evan’s does a poor job of hiding how pleased he is, trying desperately to keep the betrayed look on his face.

“We were right, you know,” Eddie says smugly, “You do look good with some ink.”

Tommy huffs in amusement, shaking his head slightly and thinks that maybe if they weren’t both so beat from their shift, they’d already be making their way to the bedroom.

“So why a red-tailed hawk?” Evan asks suddenly, and Tommy’s not the least bit surprised that Evan recognized the bird on sight.

“Oh, it’s for my mother,” he says softly, and then tells them the story of when he’d first realized he wanted to fly.

They listen to his story with intent. Even if he doesn’t talk about her much, they’d known that Tommy had been close with his mother, and they’d known that he’d wanted to fly for almost as far back as he could remember, but they hadn’t known how those stories were intertwined. Two years in and they were still learning new things about each other. It was funny how something as trivial as a tattoo could reveal so much, a tattoo he hadn’t even planned on or wanted initially. He can picture his mom now, shaking her head with a smile as Tommy shares a piece of himself that had long since been buried.  

He thinks she’d be proud of the little family they’ve created, and even if she’d been vocally against tattoos because – why would you want to put something like that on your skin? It’s permanent, and you’re already perfect, Tommy – he thinks that she just might have actually approved of this one.

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[astraysimp]

(Un)Expected Visitors

Hi besties. I been real active, and have am imagine for you, all! Hehehe....Enjoy!!!!

(Un)Expected Visitors

Pairing: Changbin and Y/n

Warnings: fluff, sick reader ( like a seasonal cold or flu), other members(Maknae line), worried  Binnie, G!n reader , group cuddles,impromptu  sleepover with the maknae line , reader calls the maknaes “honeys” in a cute friendly way, seungmin being soft ( we know he’s secretly a softie)

~* Y/n is sick…..and some, not so, unexpected guests come over~*

Fall was in full swing, yours and Changbin’s favorite season- leaves changing colors, falling from the trees, crisp leaves crunching under your feet as you walked , pumpkin picking , apple orchards, SWEATER WEATHER…. You loved it all. However….. What you didn’t love was the cold/flu that came along with it. The seasonal illness left you with chills, little appetite, a runny AND stuffy nose and fatigue. And, unfortunately ….that’s what you were feeling like , right now.

You had woken up that crisp chill morning– cuddled in bed, wrapped in the warmth and security of Changbin’s arms and your blankets, the sun peeking through the curtains of your shared bedroom– with a cough and sniffles due to your stuffy nose. Sighing, you checked the alarm clock….8.26AM it read. So, knowing yourself better ( and that Changbin would be upset if you didn’t) you had decided to call into your work saying you were feeling too under the weather to go in, that day. Before going back to bed and enjoying more Binnie cuddles , you decided to message Chan saying you were sick with a flu but to not worry himself or the others – Changbin included– about it and that you’d be resting, for most if not all of the day….once the message was sent, you snuggled back into his Changbin’s warm chest and fell back asleep, feeling his arm tighten around you…

~~~~~12 Noon~~~~~~

It was noon when you woke up , meaning Changbin had been at work for 2 hours. With a fatigued body and slow movements, you pulled yourself out of bed- an ivory soft throw blanket wrapped around you, fuzzy socks and your slippers on your feet - and made your way downstairs to your kitchen. Groaning as the lights of the kitchen caused your headache to throb, you padded your way to the fridge, opening the door and grabbed some soup and a bottle of Gatorade ( the light blue one) to help your electrolyte levels. Sighing to yourself, you put your soup in the microwave and took a couple of flu/ cold medication tablets. “Aish….. My head hurts. “ Hearing the beeping of the microwave , you grabbed your soup; from the microwave, a spoon and your water bottle, before you made your way to the living room. 

Setting the soup and spoon down, you gently sat yourself down on the couch and kicked your slippers off. “Mmmmmmm, want Binnie home.” You had pouted to yourself, as you sipped your soup, after letting it cool off a bit. “Aigoo, still too hot,” you sighed before taking another sip, you turned your TV on, setting the volume low. “Guess I could watch something,” you mumbled, sipping your water as you flicked through the channels. Settling on some random drama, You set the bowl on the coffee table and laid on the couch–a dwaekki pillow clutched in your arms– pulling your blanket tighter  around your body, as your eyes flickered over the TV screen.A couple episodes later and you felt your eyes droop. The fatigue of the flu really hitting you. You were groggy and didn’t realize you had fallen asleep until you heard the door of your shared apartment open….

~~~~~6.30Pm~~~

Changin- along with his other members’-- work day was finally done and he couldn't wait to go home, to you. Changbin was excited, his maknaes were going to go to your shared apartment for a dinner and game night. Exiting their company building and getting in Changbin’s car, they made the 15 minute drive, talking quietly amongst themselves. And 15 minutes later, after parking and getting the elevator to your apartment floor, they didn’t expect the sight they saw…

Changbin and the maknaes, toed their shoes off, by the door, and slipped on a pair of their own house slippers and walked into the small hallway, that opened up to their common area. Changbin noticed immediately, how quiet it was, upon entry. “Huh…… why’s it so quiet?” Han had asked his friends. The others shrugged, not seeming too fazed. “Dunno…..but usually y/n has music playing or is cooking or watching TV,”Felix said, having been over to his hyung’s apartment enough times to know the normal ‘routine.’ It seemed off and Changbin was slightly worried.” Yah, sh. Maybe they’re asleep…..baby? Honey? I’m home.” Changbin had cautiously called out as he walked around. “Hyung……did y/n seem okay when you left this morning?” Seungmin had questioned him before going to check the kitchen and patio area. “Y/n was asleep , when I left…” Changbin pouted and walked into the living room”Seungmin hyung, don’t say that. It’ll worry him,” Jeongin whined, also searching for y/n.”yeah, don’t be silly, maybe ynnie is just upstairs showering or something,” Han suggested. Scoffing gently, Seungmin butted back,”shower? At 6:30 at night?”Changbin was starting to worry, as was Felix.”Hyung? They didn’t go anywhere, today, did they?” Changbin shook his head, with a pout. “no….no…Y/n would’ve texted me plus…their shoes are by the door,in the same position they left them last night”. Sighing, he checked the bathroom and first floor guest bedroom ,before quietly making his way to the living room.  “Huh?....Tv’s on? Baby? Binnie’s ho-” he called out again, before noticing your sleeping figure on the couch, soup and medicine on the table and sighed.” Guys , I found y/n. They’re asleep, so be quiet.” He told his members as he knelt down by the couch, gently stroking your cheek with the back of his knuckle. “Hey, hey, baby. What happened hm?” He pouted at you, noticing your eyes slowly opening, as you nuzzled into his touch. “B-Binnie? You’re  home?” You sleepily smiled at him , stretching your body out. “Yeah,Binnie’s home. Now, sweety, what happened? Why didn't you tell me you didn’t feel well?” He cooed before placing a kiss to your forehead,”it’s okay,Binnie. Just a flu.” You blushed under his gaze, blinking slowly. “Oh baby, my poor baby. Let Binnie take care of you, yeah?” He smiled, softly, until he heard the coos and scoffs of his maknaes.Seungmin speaking first, “ hi, Y/nnie. Do you feel okay? Do you want us to go?” He looked at you softly, the same way the other members of the maknae line were. “ We can go, noona. It’s okay,” Jeongin and Felix added in, Han nodding in agreement. Sitting up, you smiled and giggled softly, feeling Changbin pull you into his side. “Oh, hi honeys. No no … I feel a lot better, now. You guys can stay.” You patted the other side of the couch and watched as a giggly felix scampered over, before cuddling into your side. “ I’m glad you feel better,ynnie,” Felix smiled at you and placed a soft kiss on the top of your head. Feeling left out, Han, Seungmin and Jeongin scampered over, before placing themselves around or on you, Felix and Changbin. “Cuddle pile! Cuddle pile!” They had cheered- yes even Seungmin- as they grabbed blankets of their own and smiled at each other. 

Sure, having the flu sucked– like yeah the flu sucks–  but having your boys there to care for you and cuddle you , made it a heck of a lot better. “ Now….if you boys get sick…. It’s not my fault,” you had playfully warned them, sending points at them. “Yes ma’am, our faults completely.” They had giggled, before cuddling back in. And, a few hours later, once dinner was eaten and everyone was changed into pajamas….you found yourselves asleep in that same cuddle pile– all with soft smiles on your faces. 

[heavenlyeros]

fat cat !

a valentine's gift. i am slowly working on a very cute shop update but until then i am trying to edit slightly older things, so i bring you this egg ! fat cat was my second attempt at making the polymer clay look more like air dry clay but i got a bit too adventurous after the neat outcome of my previous attempt, so i rushed several of the steps and the effect really didn't work as well. lesson learned (:

i added a little photoshoot i took of in game fat cat for anyone who has not seen one before ! come to the final fantasy, we have cute blob animals and tragedy ! (also mount edition because i don't know how to screenshot minion fat cat with leggy? they always sit down in gpose? i am still very new at this. so cute though ...)

big thank you for all of the lovely comments and tags and messages. i am very overwhelmed by internet in general right now and only showing up to share art sometimes in hopes it brings people joy. i know i am very behind on thanking everyone individually and responding to messages but know they are all so appreciated and mean so much. life and health just take priority because the horrors do be persisting. i love you all. i do have some exciting updates for everyone who originally showed up for my illustration work and is trudging through all these wonky animals i've been sculpting: i think i have found a drawing set up that will allow me to work for more than half an hour without intense pain. i found an affordable refurbished tablet that i can lie in bed with instead of using the wacom at my desk. i haven't really been able to draw in over a year because my body has been getting worse and worse, so i am so incredibly excited and have so many ideas in mind ! thank you all so much for sticking with me through it all. the pain is forever but so is my determination to draw blorbos.

[imaginesforeveryone]

Arranged (Part 4)

Pairing: Finn Shelby x Y/N Warning: hangover, fluff Summary: You were the youngest child of you fathers, being part of a mob family in the heart of New York, your family had many enemies in the city, and even further away, and your life was about to change after a Peaky Boy barged into your life.

“Fuuuuuckkkkk.” You groaned out as you opened your eyes the next morning with your head still on Finn’s chest. You rolled over and held you head in your hands. 

“You okay love?” You heard a deep groggy voice say. 

“My head.” You said sighing out. 

“Look on your bed side.” He said as he flipped onto his side to look at you. You looked over and there was some tablets and water. 

“Your the best.” You said to him and grabbed them off the table and took them quickly. You laid back on your back and closed your eyes. 

“So what are the plans today?” You asked. 

“Well, I was thinking I’d show you around the city a bit. Go to the Garrison, which Tommy owns. Meet some new people. Then we can go back to my house and get you all set up.” He said placing his hand softly on your forehead. 

“Sounds good to me. I’d just like to get the alcohol out of my system first and not feel like shit. How bad was I?” You asked not ready to hear how big of an ass you made yourself look like. 

“Not too bad. You were pretty mad at me because I wasn’t around you. You caused some good laughs but nothing near the shit that normally goes on here.” He said rubbing your head softly now. 

“Here. I’ll run you a bath and you can get ready for our day, then come downstairs and have breakfast wit everyone.” He said getting up from the bed only in his boxers. He pulled his pants on and walked to the bathroom. You stood wrapping the sheet around your body to keep somewhat warm and went to the bathroom. 

“Come on. It nice and warm.” He said motioning you over. You dropped the sheet, exposing your completely naked body now to him. Trying to cover up slightly, feeling somewhat uncomfortable. 

“I’ll let you know right now, your body is beautiful, I saw you naked last night, and you never have to hide from me.” He said standing and looking over at you. You smiled and walked over to the bath he stood in front and got in. The bubbles he put in covering you completely. The water was so warm on your skin, and relaxed all the muscles in your body. 

“Are you excited to see England today?” Finn asked kneeling beside the bath tub and putting his arms on the edge of it. 

“I am. I’ve never left New York. So, I’m excited to see new things.” You said looking at him. He smiled at you and put his arm over and put his finger tips into the warm water you laid in. He looked down at the water as he caught bubbles in his hands and just kind of looked like he was thinking hard. 

“Hey.” You said putting your finger up to his chin to lift it up to look at you. 

“Everything okay?” You asked looking into his eyes. 

“Oh yeah. Just thinking.” He said with a small grin. 

“About?” You asked trying to understand him. 

“Just thinking about my future. What will become of you and I. What you want from me. If you really want to be in this marriage. I’ve seen how arranged marriages go and most of the time, the couple ends up hating each other.” He spoke up explaining his thoughts to you. 

“Well, it is only day 4 of being married, so I can only tell you what I think at this moment. Right now, I think I would very much like a future with you. Do I think we will get along all the time? No, of course not. You have Shelby blood flooding your veins, I know there is anger in there somewhere. I have Italian blood, Gotti blood to be exact, running though my blood. But, I could see us having a beautiful family, kicking ass, and growing old together.” You said explaining what you thought. He smiled and kissed your forehead softly. 

“Well, I’m happy you feel that way. Now go ahead, clean up and I’ll see you downstairs.” He said standing and walking out. You smiled at yourself. He was a good man, he may not do some not so good things, but the people he loves, they know he loves them. That’s all you ask for. To know you were loved, and safe. You finished up your bath and got out, wrapped your self in the robe that hung on the back of the door. You walked out drying your hair with a small towel. You opened your suit case that laid on the ground on your side of the bed. You grabbed out the pinstripe blazer, with a black button up shirt, and leather pants. Also, grabbing your fedora, and black heeled boots. You slipped into all your clothes and looking at yourself in the mirror before stepping out of the room. You made your way down the stairs and heard the talking coming from a few rooms over. You made your way to that room and entered it.

“There she is!!” Arthur yelled. You smiled at everyone, scanning the room to find Finn, and finally your eyes landed on him on the other side of the table with an open seat next to him. You began to round the table. 

“You need to give me the name of whoever makes that suit. I need it.” Polly said as you passed her. 

“I’ll have one specially tailored for you from New York.” You told her with a smile and made it to Finn. You sat next to him and pushed your chair in. 

“You look amazing.” He whispered to you. You smiled at him giving him a thankful look. 

“Alright, so Item one, Welcome to the family officially Y/N. Hope you wont get to annoyed with all of us.” Tommy said standing from his seat and clanking a knife on his glass. Everyone cheered and hooted. 

“Item two, now with Y/N in the family, we have made amends with the Gotti family, which means we’ve made amends with pretty much all of New York. So we can began our move into America. We may have some trouble with Jack Nelson again, but with the Gotti family, and our men there now. We shouldn’t have too much trouble.” Tommy went on to the next topic. Thinking to yourself that you married Finn, for the business, but looking over at Finn and thinking even if it was just a business transaction you might actually have feelings for this man. Everyone ate and talked over their breakfast for about an hour longer. 

“alright well I’m sure everyone has their own things going on today, so everyone have a nice day. Finn & Y/N have fun around the cities, but Finn remember to be careful.” Tommy said before everyone broke away from the table. You stood along with everyone else. 

“Alright you ready?” Finn asked as you both stood. 

“Yes.” You said with a smile and followed him out of the house and to the Bentley that sat out front for the two of you. You got in and Finn rounded the car to get in and drive off. 

It was an amazing day with your husband. You drove around London met some Peaky boys that you’d be seeing around a lot. You danced, ate, sat and watched people walking around town, learned more and more about each other. You two were back in the car and on your way to Small Heath for the last stop of the night. You pulled up to the Garrison where it seemed like the place was packed.

“Here we are, where everything started.” Finn said before getting out of the car and coming to open your door. You took his hand and stepped out lightly. 

“Wow. This place seems popular.” You said with a smile. 

“Well it is run and owned by the men who own and run this city, so they know where the best stuff is. Come on in, have a few more people for you to meet.” He said leading you into the Garrison. It was covered in gold and beautiful lights hang from ceiling. 

“Wow, this place is beautiful.” You said looking around. 

“Yeah, had somewhat of an upgrade after it got blown up.” Finn said. You looked at him with wide eyes.

“Business.” Was all he said and you understood. 

“Finn!!!” You heard a tall, blue eyed, black man say from a booth on the other side of the pub. 

“Y/n, I’d like you to meet Isaiah. One of my best mates, and one of the Peaky Blinders.” Finn said as you met with Isaiah. 

“Well fuck Finn, look at you, finally got yourself a pretty one. No more slags for this guy, ey?” Isaiah said laughing and putting Finn in a headlock. 

“Very nice to meet you Y/N.” He said holding his hand out for you to place it in his and he kissed the top of it. 

“Nice to meet you to Isaiah.” You said with a smile. 

“Y/N!” You heard your name called from behind you. You turned to see Polly stood at the bar waving you over.

“I’m going to go get a drink.” You said before walking away from the two men. 

“Hey Pol.” You said meeting her and sitting st one of the hightop seats at the bar next to her.

“So, how was your time being introduced to the city?” She asked lighting a cigarette and motioning it to you. You took it and took a drag off of it. 

“It was very nice. I think I’ll like it here.” You said with a smile. 

“Hey! can we get a whiskey over here for the women?” Polly yelled at the bartender. The bartender hurrying to get that whiskey for you. You took a sip and relaxed a bit more. 

You and Polly sat and talked for what felt like hours. Getting to know more and more about the family. 

“Scuse. miss.” You heard a man say from behind you and brush your hip with his hand. 

“Mrs. and you can back up.” You said turning to the man who wanted to get severely close to you. 

“Sorry. Mrs. But you are beautiful, and I don’t see your Mr. next to you. So I’m sure it’ll be okay if I just.” He said as he began to move his hand towards you waist again. Pulling out the knife from your boot, standing up, flicking it open and pushing it to his throat causing him to push back up against the bar. 

“You didn’t let me finish. Mrs. Shelby it is.” You said and his eyes widened as you felt a presence behind you knowing it was Finn and Isaiah. Polly just sat and watched you, studied your movements. 

“I suggest you don’t come back here.” You said backing up and he stood straight up. 

“Fucking, Peaky Blinders.” He said as he ran out of the building. You turned to look at Finn. 

“Well. Didn’t think you had that in ya.” Finn said grabbing ahold of your hips and pulling you into him. 

“I think there’s a lot you may not know about me Finn. But you will learn as time goes on. But for now, let’s dance!” You said pushing him to the middle of the room where everyone danced and joining in. 

You and Finn danced through the night, drinking, laughing, even kissing every once in awhile. It rounded just about morning time when you and Finn sat in a booth just talking and realized there were people passed out in other booths and even on the floor.

“Well shit, we should probably get home. Get you acquainted with the house, and get some sleep.” He said standing up sliding out of the booth. You followed behind him, and to the front door. You walked out, it wasn’t sunrise yet, just before the sunrise where it was light out, but no sun appeared. You got into the car and Finn drove about 20 minutes away from the Garrison. Pulling up to a house secluded with trees around it, and a big farm. The house wasn’t as big as Tommy’s, but still big and just enough room. 

“This is beautiful Finn.” You said looking around the property. 

“Yeah. It not huge, but I don’t need huge. Just need enough room for the horses, and somewhere I’m able to get away from all the craziness.” He said as pulled into the driveway. 

“Its perfect.” You said smiling and becoming more happy to be here by just seeing where you’d live. You got out of the car and met around it to Finn who wrapped his arm round your shoulder and walked with you to the home.

“Welcome home, Love.”

[viviennewestwooddoll]

I Hope You Had The Time Of Your Life Ch. 1

BSD High School AU

title stole from Green Day

wc: 3k

dt to hannah for proofreading and helping me make the character sheets for this

don't take anything i write serious this was purely made for comedy lol

Tags: crack fic, high school au, slowburn kinda?, minors using substances (weed and alcohol), brain rot, american hs experience, me projecting

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Summer had passed by, memories of the season drifting afar. Which in turn, means the students of Yokohama high school were set to return on the first of September. Obviously, nobody was excited. 

Atsushi Nakajima had spent his summer slaving away at Chick Fil A. The pay was terrible, but he wasn't in it for the money. Moreso, on the last day, Kunikida Doppo, his upperclassman, ranted to him about the importance of staying busy over the summer for colleges to see, and how good it would look on his transcript.

“Atsushi, you cannot fall into lazy patterns over the summer. You don't want to be unemployed like Dazai,” he said, sneering at the man who lazily laid in the courtyard during their lunch break. 

“Kunikida, not everyone wants to spend their life working for someone, I have the rest of my life to want to kill myself from working a 9-5, so let me be a bum a bit until then, mkay?” Dazai said smugly without even bothering to look up

Before Kunikida could even respond to Dazai by yelling, Atsushi interrupted.

“Okay fine, I need extra cash anyways,” he said, thinking of all the Chazuke he could buy that summer. 

Atsushi's first mistake was believing Kunikida when he said it was a good job. The amount of times he worked longer than minors were even allowed to, waking up at 6 AM on a saturday to get to work by 7, and standing under the scorching sun with a  stupid smile plastered on his face made him want to just throw off his namepin and quit. But, he enjoyed the routine in a way. Despite the annoyances of rude customers and such, he enjoyed having a purpose and working towards something, in this case his $7/hour pay (money is money) and did not want to be rotting his summer away. 

Unfortunately for him, when Dazai found out his schedule, he would never know peace again. 

“Hey Atsushi,” Dazai once slurred. 

It was almost 10 PM on a Friday, and Dazai appeared beside Chuuya Nakahara in his red camry, who seemed aggravated. 

“Im high as fuck” Dazai said slowly, grinning. 

Atsushi stood there, petrified, what was he supposed to do? He couldn't just yell at Dazai for bothering him at work, especially since he was under the influence, because his boss will definitely see and fire him for “not putting the customer first”, then call the cops on Dazais since he was a minor and reeking of weed. 

“I'm sorry Atsushi,” Chuuya said, giving him a sympathetic look. “He was pissing me off and said he said he would shut up once he had Chick-Fil-A, never thought you worked here or I wouldn't have taken him here. Probably McDonalds or Cookout.”

“Are you..” Atusshi asked, confused if Chuuya was driving while stoned.

Chuuya smirked, “Fuck yeah, but my tolerance is better than this motherfucker,” he said, pointing to Dazai staring straight and laughing at nothing. 

Atsushi stood meekly with the tablet, unsure how to handle this.

“Um okay, what do you want?” He sighed.

“I'll get the grilled sandwich and a diet lemonade, coach is making us cut since the season is about to start,” Chuuya said flatly as he rolled his eyes.

“Yo Dazai, what do you want? Don’t drain my wallet–the auto shop doesn't pay me as much as you think,” Chuuya said as he turned to Dazai, who Atsushi was now concerned for if he was greening out or not.

“Atsushi, what's the cheapest thing you have here?” Dazai said, suddenly focused.

“Probably a kids meal,” Atsushi said, as he added a 5 ct nugget with a toy.

“Okay, get me that. And then get me 20 more of those.” Dazai said, giggling like a little school girl. 

“WHAT THE-” Chuuya angrily turned, screaming at the man.

Atsushi stood awkwardly, watching the scene of Chuuya strangling Dazai. They argued whether or not Dazai would get 20 kids' meals, then if Dazai would get to keep all 20 toys. Before they could kill each other, he butted in.

“You do realize we close in five? If you both want food, its a yes or no-”

“YES,” Dazai screamed as he leaned over Chuuyas seat to submit the order through Atushi’s tablet.

“THERES NO FUCKING WAY YOU DID THAT– DUMBASS BITCH YOU’RE PAYING FOR YOUR SHIT”

Atushsi rolled his eyes, submitting the order as he swiped Chuuyas card, going to warn his co workers or the 100 nuggets they would prepare in 5 minutes (he would be outcast for weeks because of this incident). 

School was on the cusp of starting, leaving Atsushi dreading balancing work and his academics as well as lacrosse.

As he watched the mindless tiktoks Dazai sent him which rotted his attention span and brain capacity, he saw that Tanizaki had texted him through Snap. 

heluvsnaomi: hey atsushi

beastbeneaththesheets: yea?

heluvsnaomi: you got your schedule yet? Mine is so bad bro

beastbeneaththesheets: damn i didnt even check

beastbeneaththesheets: shit mines bad, i have foods, math 2, biology but then journalism so W

heluvsnaomi: ok we have our last two together at least lets go

heluvsnaomi: is akutagawa in any of your classes?

Atsushi scoffed, remembering whose name that belonged to.

 Akutagawa was the most miserable person he knew. He has stupid headphones on at all times; Atsushi once peeked over to see who was playing and Akutagawa glared at him, then showed up the next day with a privacy screen. That really pissed Atsushi off. It's not like he's asking him his deepest secret, he was just curious to what bands someone as moody as Akutgawa would like. He’s very antisocial and uncomfortable to talk to. Atsushi had tried to get to know him, and was rudely ignored by him. After that, Atsushi had a grudge towards him, to which Junichiro agreed was valid. When he brought up his name in a rant to Dazai as they did their daily Fortnite grind, Dazai laughed, saying he used to “bully the shit out of him” in middle school. Even though Akutagawa was rude, Atsushi couldn't help but feel bad. To which extent, Dazai admitted calling him emo and teasing him for his hobbies, which Atushsi disapproved of making someone feel ashamed for being passionate in their interests. 

beastbeneaththesheets: fuck let me check

Atsushi logged onto canvas, praying he would never interact with Akutagawa again. But to his dismay, he wouldn't achieve this dream. 

Foods 2: Akutagawa Ryunosuke 

Math 2: Akutagawa Ryunosuke 

Biology Honors: Akutagawa Ryunosuke 

Of course he's in every one of my classes, the white haired boy thought to himself. He sighed, screenshotting and sending it to both Dazai and Tanizaki. This better be a filler year I swear. Unfortunately for Atsushi, he never did quite get what he wanted. 

At 6:30 AM, Atsushi Nakajimas alarm went off. He got ready with his new clothes he had gotten for his back to school shopping, and prepared his bag with his charged chromebook. He waited at the bus stop, getting ready to close his eyes for a bit before he saw Tanizaki. 

“Yo Atsushi!” the orange haired man waved to him. Atsushi smiled, taking a seat with him. 

“Hey man, how’ve you been? Haven't seen you since that party Yosano threw for the fourth of July,” Atsushi said as he threw his bag on the floor. 

“You know the usual,” he said with a shrug, as if it was a cue, his weird sister Naomi came to hug him from behind. They were very close, and Tanizaki pushed her off. Atsushi smiled awkwardly, nodding towards her. 

I need off this bus, he thought to himself. 

As the bus approached his school, Atsushi walked with Tanizaki, Naomi now chatting with their fellow classmate Haruno. 

“I don't know what I'm gonna do, Akutagawa is in every single class except journalism, but usually journalism will only ever be us,” Atsushi sighed. 

“That sucks, I'd actually fight my counselor,” Tanizaki laughed. 

“Right ugh, I guess I’ll see you at lunch though right? Kunikida has lunch with us too, so that's good at least.” Atsushi asked.

“The courtyard right?” Tanizxaki asked as he approached his class.

Atusshi nodded, parting ways with him. He just had to thug out this semester, and he would be fine. It's not like he would be interacting with Akutagawa at every given moment of the day, right? 

Atsushi walked in, recognizing everyone that he hadn't seen since last year. Being a student council officer (another role that was forced upon him) had its perks, he had to interact with everyone and learned a bit of each student. He had class, of course with Yosano and Ranpo. Both were the most unserious duo he knew. Ranpo often offended teachers with his backtalk, and would always go to the office but of course, since he had fostered a close relationship with Fukuzawa, he was able to talk him out of any trouble with the principal Natsume; he never got in any actual trouble. His fat ass was always eating in the back of classes, at least Atsushi assumed he was. Ranpo was super smart, having taken all AP classes the school provided, never interacting with Atsushi last year because of that, as well as for the former being a freshman while the latter being a junior. He had met him in journalism, which Dazai convinced him to join when he came to represent the class as a promoter, prompting the incoming freshman to join, successfully persuading Atsushi. The class was nothing like Dazai said it was, being more grueling and on a time crunch rather than the “filler block” Dazai promised (maybe for him it was, since all he did was sleep in the room that contained the computers to edit and archives of the newspaper spanning to the 70s). Despite that, he loved the class, meeting his closest friends, as well as gaining a new sense of confidence from being forced to interact with all types of students, making him sure of himself. Ranpo was the opinion editor, a filling role for him since he always had something to say. In fact, Atsushi's first day of journalism in which he pitched his ideas for the paper had Ranpo telling him “his idea was shit” without a stutter. Atsushi almost quit right there. He could contribute the least, yet always have the most popular page.  That was Ranpo for you, being naturally talented in creating eye-catching visuals and attention-grabbing headlines. Then there was Yosano, his partner in crime. She was one of the most blunt people Atsushi knew, circling such minor mistakes such as expletives on a paper, and making Atsushi feel self conscious of his writing. Outside the class though, she was a raging party girl, in which her private spam “yosanoandranpolovealcohol” had fostered a series of (mainly) Yosano drunkenly singing or doing insane things that cannot be mentioned. She was never one to back down from someone picking on the underclassmen, having argued with their classmates for being rude to Atsushi when he was more shy.  For that, Atsushi respected her.

“Hey Atsushi,” Yosano called out to him. “Haven't seen you since Fourth of July!” 

Atushsi smiled, approaching their station. 

“How do you even remember that? Me and Poe had to drag you upstairs before you barfed and embarrassed yourself,” Ranpo snickered, eating their materials to cook for the day. 

Yosano glared at him. “Its called high toleranc-” this time Atsushi laughed. 

“Sorry Yosano, I didn't take you to have a high alc tolerance,” Atsushi snorted. 

“Just wait until I get your first draft, Atsushi,” she said, staring at him with a straight face.  

Atsushi’s eyes widened, now walking towards his own station fearing for his safety. 

He continued scoping the room, seeing randoms, as well as Tachihara and Motojiro Kaji, the latter his upperclassman Yosano swore to murder, in which she retold a story from freshman year of him saying they failed a lab because Yosano “was a stupid girl who couldn't follow instructions”.  Needless to say, Kaji and Yosano were both sent to the office that day from broken beakers and spilled chemicals. Tachihara, on the other hand, was in his grade. He was always stoned, being the epitome of the word stoner. He was always in the stalls, his fryd bar masking any smell in the bathroom, but Atsushi didn't think it smelt any better than that. Everyone knew that if you wanted a smoke, all you had to do was slide up in his DMS and you could get high faster than Kaji exploded that lab. He was loud, often hanging around Chuuya, so it didn't take one too long to consider what Nakahara did in his free time. Despite that, he was rather chill, but Atsushi didn't really care much for him. 

Then he spotted that messy black hair, with a case of a badly cut fringe. Ryunosuke Akutagawa. Atsushi sighed, glaring at him as he walked in. He can't forget the time he offered him a bracelet for student council and Akutagwa said no, purposely bumping into him to spill the entire basket of dozens of bracelets

Sitting at a random table by himself, Atushsi smirked, seeing that he had no friends. Serves him right for being so moody. As the teacher walked in, she saw that everyone was sitting in whatever seat. Sighing, she clapped her hands, grumbling how nobody paid attention to the name tags she had placed on each table. Looking around, he saw Tachihara nodding at Yosano, trading with her so she didn't have to sit next to Kaji since her assigned seat would have been there, fearing for an incident that would leave his friend in the office again, as well as just wanting to have a familiar face rather than listen to Ranpo be a know-it-all. 

So whos sitting next to m-

Akutagawa Ryunosuke, 10th Grade

Atusushi groaned, seeing Akutagawa approach him, refusing to make eye contact. As the teacher began her introduction, she moved onto actually instructing them to cook.

Atsushi nudged Akutagawa. “So you going to listen, or am I gonna cook for both of us,” he said solemnly. 

“I can figure it out myself, how hard is cooking anyways?”

Well apparently impossible. 

Akutagawa managed to make something that crossed a biohazard and chemical waste, how? Atsushi couldn't tell you. 

“Dude! You used all our materials! We’re so cooked we couldn't even redo it because class is over. I told you to let me help you, I actually listened to her instructions unlike you!” He practically yelled, garnering everyone's attention. 

“Like I would trust any food you make. You wouldn't do any better than me anyways,” Akutagawa said, rolling his eyes. 

“Aight bet, tomorrow I'm going to make the best food you've had–hell I make nuggets for Chick Fil A! I definitely know how to cook more than you. Pissing me off, got an F on the first day,” Atushsi said angrily, purposely bumping into his headphones to knock him off the table. 

Before Akutagawa could yell at him, he leaves class, power walking to English. 

The rest of the day was pretty uneventful. He had English with Akutagawa– Gin that is. She was much more tolerable than her brother, being concerned with Higuchi on whatever superficial thing was relevant to them, gossiping while typing furiously on their phones. He had some acquaintances that he had in classes before sitting with them. Biology with Tanizaki was boring. They received an “All About Me” packet, filling it out as they discussed meaningless topics to pass time. Then came journalism.

Atsushi walked in to see Yosano sitting with Ranpo, both drinking an energy drink. Just by their energy, Atsushi could tell they had senioritis and were checked out. Walking in with Atsushi was Edgar Allen Poe. He was a strange one, hair covering his eyes. If you told anyone he was the editor in chief last year they would be shocked. He had a vision for the paper that always executed well, and was one of the best writers Atsushi knew, but his confidence didn't match his skill set. He seemed as if he was worried what everyone thought of him at all times, staying quiet and leaving 0 presence in a room. Despite Atsushi being his junior by two years, he always seemed anxious when Atsushi read his work. Which Atsushi didn't understand, he could make an article of redoing the parking lot the best written on the page. He sat with Ranpo and Yosano, both loudly greeting him and showing him some TikTok they were giggling over. 

In the corner sitting on a hightop table was Kunikida, furiously typing away at a schedule to release each article. “Boy, hurry. We're behind schedule already. If we want to stay on track, brainstorming needs to be done by tomorrow.”

Dazai, sitting on the couches centered in the room, snorted. “Kunikida, when have we ever printed on time?” 

Atsushi sat next to the tall brunette, relaxing into the seat. Atsushi always loved how this class mimicked a family, everyone being comfortable enough to be themselves. The classroom was set up differently than the standard sterile class, having the big lights off with fairy lights, a candle burning, and couches alongside posters. The teacher, Fukuzawa, had invested towards his students feeling like this could be their safe space. He obviously succeeded, having a dozen or so students in this class that refused to drop the class even if it messed up their schedule. 

Fukuzawa welcomed the class back, which usually never changed its lineup since it was just returners. “I'm glad to have you all back, I’m sure we can guarantee that we will outdo the yearbook in popularity again,” he announced.

Everyone cheered, determined to outdo their rivals. Mori Ougai had advised the class, taking it up after working at the school long enough as the nurse. Atsushi had a personal vendetta against them, trying to force an interview on him for Fitzgerald’s finance class he took last year, finding out the former had bribed the yearbook with donations if they got a whole spread towards students hyping the class to encourage more to join. And who was forcing said interview on him? Akutagawa, of course. 

“I'm sure I can expect great things from you all,” Fukuzawa continued. “But for today, we will just get to the standard ‘welcome back’ nonsense despite the fact we all know each other,” he said smiling lightly. “For the sake of an easy first day—but don't expect to slack again after today,” he said, eyeing Dazai, making Atsushi snicker.   

For the rest of class, Atsushi just caught up with his friends. Atsushi discussed his work schedule with Kunikida, and picked up on conversations of Ranpo and Poe discussing a new mystery novel, while Yosano harassed Tanizaki with videos of him at the party she hosted. Dazai did his usual: napping in the backroom, before Kunikida could drag him out for making a bed out of previous papers they had worked on. 

Atsushi thought to himself that he wouldn't trade this class for the world, smiling as he imagined how this school year could go. Unfortunately for him, this is as peaceful as it will get.

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[airandangels]

Assorted thoughts about Infinity Nikki

The controls when playing on mobile are really poor. I would almost say don’t even bother with it unless you have a Bluetooth controller to link to your phone or tablet. It’s still a bit difficult (Nikki tends to bumble off the edges of things when I thought I’d made her stop) but the difference is huge, particularly in the dungeons that require platform jumping.

The bike controls on mobile are simply diabolical, so my Nikki jogs everywhere.

The graphics are really lovely, although I can tell I’m not getting the half of them on a phone screen. It’s the difference between pretty and beautiful. I am obviously not going to buy a gaming PC or laptop for the sake of a dress-up gacha game, but I wish it was available for the Mac OS. My iPad is older and can’t even run it.

I’m not a big fan of the way all but two of the ability outfits change Nikki’s hair colour to assorted shades of blonde. She’s a natural pinkhead and I think that ought to be consistent in those sets. It looks to me like an alternate specialist Nikki taps in and then out again. I imagine they have different personalities; purification Nikki is elegant and calm and has a sort of hallowed air about her, a bit of a Virgin Mary vibe. Fishing Nikki is mellow and down to earth. Bug-catching Nikki is perky and excitable. Animal-grooming Nikki is Fluttershy. And floating Nikki, well, she’s the problem child. Floating Nikki’s all like “I bet I can make that. Hold my beer, Momo,” and then (narrator voice) “She did not make it.” She’s not even very good at floating/double-jumping, she’s hard to direct and if you accidentally hit the jump button again she drops like a rock. Fortunately, there’s no fall damage in this game, unless you fall into water more than knee deep which is instant death. In that really cool cutscene where Nikki helps Nonoy by flinging her through the air like the fastball special, I was like “I’m glad this is a cutscene because there’s no bloody way I could do that manually.”

Where are Nikki’s cute swimsuit and rock-climbing sportswear outfits? Coming in an update, I hope. Nikki has prettier outfits than Link but she desperately envies his climbing and swimming. Also his ability to aim.

[bobcatmoran]

I had the worst vaccination experience of my life today at the local CVS, and that's counting childhood vaccinations that I can remember crying at. The goal: Getting a flu and Covid vaccine at 4:30 pm, which I had signed up for online earlier this week.

I had to wait an hour past my appointment and that wasn't nearly the worst part. Everyone I encountered was simultaneously clearly overworked and terrible at their job. I realize this is kind of par for the course at CVS nowadays, but I got my Covid booster there last year and it was fine. This was. Not. On just so many levels.

First off, I got an email two minutes before my appointment, reminding me to arrive five minutes before my appointment. The check-in link didn't work, and the first CVS pharmacy tech I talked to about it told me to go wait on the chairs by the consultation room where they were giving vaccines. Then she told me after 5 minutes of that, whoops, I was not checked in in any way, shape, or form by just going to sit in a chair and I needed to come up to the Consultation Window to talk to the one (1) pharmacist on duty. He was on a phone call with an insurance company. More waiting. He then couldn't find me in the system despite my having received an email from CVS for my appointment. Eventually, after much confusion, he declared me checked in and told me to go wait.

While I was waiting, the guy giving vaccines took like 15 minutes for one person, came out after another long pause, asked for someone who wasn’t there, then asked for the names of all 4 of us waiting, stared bewildered at his tablet, and then wandered off behind the counter. It was 1/2 hour past my appointment at this point.

Nearly an hour past my appointment, the guy finally came back, and first says that the lady sitting next to me will go first. Then she pointed out that I'd been there the longest and was supposed to be seen at 4:30.

Vaccine guy's solution to this is to maybe just bring us all in at once because he printed out all our paperwork. Mass vaccination, whee. He insists on me and the lady sitting next to me to going in together. We both acknowledge this is weird, but we've both been waiting so long we just want to get out of here. The vaccine room is a disaster. Honestly, I probably should have turned around and left at that point. There was an overflowing wastebasket, wrappers for alcohol wipes and bandaid backings and cottonballs on the floor. The desk was chaos.

He called me by a new, exciting mispronounciation of my name that I've somehow never heard before, misread my birth date as being in March, then held out the bag of cottonballs and told me to take the last one. Then he left to find more cottonballs. There were no more in the pharmacy stock. He declared that he would take a bag from the shelves and they can yell at him later. Then he realized he was out of gloves. A similar song and dance ensued.

He then opened up the contraband bag of cottonballs, told me to take two more, and handed me a set of two bandaids, telling me to open them. This was all interspersed with him describing how understaffed they were and when you are done with this you can have a good laugh. He was clearly very past his last possible fuck to give.

Eventually, I was vaccinated, but not before he took both bandaids from me, put one on top of a cottonball on my arm where I got the flu shot, then gave me the covid vax, was confused about where the second bandaid went, and fished another from the box. Meanwhile, the opened, unused bandaid was sitting on top of the paperwork, where he had put it.

He put cottonball-bandaid combo on the second vax site, and I and the remaining cottonball he gave me to hold left. Quickly. I mouthed to the other people waiting, (who could hear everything because there is zero soundproofing on their "consultation" room) "Good luck."

I am never going to that CVS again. What the actual fuck was any of that.

[songs-of-future-past]

D2 Fashion

New news article, and I felt like it. I'm looking forward to Heresy and actually opened the TWID for once.

Scarabshell Mercenary: Sounds like the chitin armour from Skyrim to me. Neat. 7/10

Street Artist: Wasn't this what they tried doing for the 30th anniversary street set? We'll see. If it's as sleek as they claim I'll be interested. 3/10

Bioengineered Behemoth: Not a fan of bulky stuff, but MUSHROOMS. Either we'll end up with Mushroom Man or we'll end up with mouldy Hulk. I'm guessing mouldy Hulk. 2/10

Bioluminescent Predator: PLEASE I NEED THIS. Glowing lures, fins, glowing accents... Ughhh I will be so mad if this gets fumbled. 11/10

Futuristic Healer: Oh, I can do something appropriate for my solar Well build. Cyberpunk TF2 Medic sounds fun. 5/10

Digital Desert: Stillsuits? Can we get an actual Mars explore zone? We need our Arrakis planet! SHOW ME THE WORMS!! 8/10

Hoplite Tech: There's not much I can say here? If you know me you know my love of greek mythology, so it's weirdly nostalgic with a futuristic twist. Like going to Taco Bell nowadays after growing up with its formerly southwestern theme. 9/10

Obligatory notes on the rest of the article under the cut:

The new Heresy weapons look awesome! Not sure if I'd want to put shaders on them, they look awesome as is. Perks sound fun too. Glad to see the Arrivals weapons coming back, excited to see what new perks get thrown into the pool. I'm also SO glad the GoS weapons are getting updated. I get yoinked into that raid far too much to not be excited about it.

I'll have to go into the unholy cess pool that is Trials for that armour. I don't play Titan (ever) but I'll definitely go for the warlock armour. Not sure about the chest armour for hunters, but I love the helmet and class item.

The new exotics look fun. Barrow-Dyad looks like a chakram, and I wish the catalyst will let us throw it like the glaive from Krull. I can guarantee that it won't, but it'd be funny. I'll definitely have to play around with Lodestar, but a primary ammo trace rifle sounds fun and I want to play laser tag in Kingsfall.

The lore for the new seasonal artifact? The IMPLICATIONS of carrying a Tablet of Ruin around (if I remember correctly that's what it is)? Gimme the lore. As for the buffs, it's awesome to see glaives getting a buff. Works great for my barely-warlocking warlock. The strand focus is gonna be fun, and I'm definitely gonna have fun being an asshole with my prismatic hunter.

I don't have the dungeon key so I'll probably be popping around my clan and being a tattle-tail, so I'll probably have multiple streams open at once. Let me know if you catch any mechanics! If you're participating in the race and not playing spy, have fun and good luck =^•^=

As for the SAG-AFTRA strike, I am not an authority here, I'll keep my mouth shut. Definitely glad we can use the subtitles to keep track of what's going on though.

I also can't say much about the Fireteam Finder stuff. SGC is massive, so I just... Don't use the in-game FTF. I ping a few hundred people on discord and end up with people I can be pretty certain will know what they're doing. I'm salty about FTF because I'm now having to relearn a couple raids because I was taught that poorly by random blueberries.

Not much to say about G2G. I don't get anything from it, but still: if you don't hate sick kids, go donate. Bungie has managed to raise a whopping 1.7 million dollars of tax write-offs, but ignoring the tax jokes there's a lot going on, and it's helping a lot right now. Also, there's another livestream on February 6th, go say hi.

Congrats to the Scorgan Musicians! Go check them out from the main article, they all did an amazing job.

Thank fuck the monolithic emblem was (hopefully) fixed this time. Now how the hell did the cryptarchs get those?

Again, congrats to the artists of the week, lovely work from all the winners.

Anyways, back to hiding from Lord Shaxx. Only Lord Salad Daddy can make me do straight PvP with his Iron Banana, thank you very much.