#i drew this a while ago but im still really happy with it so i went back and colored it

[nyushiren]

i love lora and haze so much theyre so gay. this is like straight up what theyre like ingame

[barbiiecams]

daddy’s girl

dad!drew starkey x mom!reader, kinda trash but obviously i had too cus im in love with the video of drew and his niece oh my gosh <33

it was a peaceful morning. the sun was shining, the weather was warm, and it was a perfect day for a family date.

looking at the clock, you saw it was 8 am. you were a little surprised aaliyah hadn’t woken up yet, but she just started sleeping through the night. and you definitely weren’t complaining at all.

you sat up in bed while drew was still knocked out. he was still on go all night just in case she started crying in the middle of the night, so he was reasonably tired.

letting him sleep for a little bit, you got up to check on your baby. you made sure to keep your steps quiet, just so you didn’t wake drew up or potentially wake aaliyah up either.

opening the door to her nursery, a wide awake baby looked at you as you walked in.

you smiled at the position of her on her back, holding her feet. “is that my liyah girl up?”

she flashed you her infamous gummy smile. she loved to smile at anyone and everyone, and you just always had to thank god for your happy baby.

she kicked her legs around, more than excited to see her mommy in the morning again. picking her up from her crib, you smothered her in kisses. “my pretty girl, we’re gonna have such a fun day!”

you played with her a little more in your arms before you decided it was time to get yourselves ready for the day. walking into the bathroom, you brushed your teeth while you made sure she had one of her teething rings.

the wailing wasn’t happening now, but it would definitely happen later. better safe than sorry.

she was so calm and bubbly as you did your morning routine, it was perfect. she was really the definition of a “trick baby”.

you were almost done when drew walked in, clearly just woke up from bed not even a minute ago.

“good morning sleepyhead.” you grinned at him through the mirror.

he rubbed his eyes “g’morning,”

hugging you from behind, he gave you a kiss on the cheek then your lip. he reached over to aaliyah to rub her head comfortingly.

“this big girl slept throughout the whole night huh? didn’t she?” he started cooing at her, but that eventually turned into all of his attention. if there was someone that could “steal” your man, it’d be no one except his other princess.

he tickled her a little bit which made her start giggling, then gave her her morning kisses. a sight that would never get old to you.

“best sleep of my life,” you said while styling your hair, and it made him laugh.

“and you deserve it,” he said while wrapping an arm around your waist. “carried her for so long, s’the least i can do baby.”

you smiled at his words, “well she’s sleeping finally, so that means we can both start too.”

“and the stuff we used to be able to do almost every night,” he says into your ear, mainly so that liyah won’t hear.

giggling at his words and shaking your head, you finished with your hair. “it’s too early for you. this is the reason why she’s here in the first place.”

while cleaning your space up, he carries aaliyah off the counter. “you know i want another one.”

“me too,” you respond. “when she’s 2!”

he just smiles at this. he definitely doesn’t have a problem with that, but it just made him laugh that you were so adamant about the specific age. “you wanna be pregnant and dealing with terrible twos?

“you wanna deal with a baby and terrible twos?”

he throws his head back and laughs while bouncing aaliyah. “i’ll go get her ready, take your time baby.”

before walking out the bathroom he gives you a final kiss on the cheek. it feels nice being able to just have a morning to yourself after becoming a mom, but you always still cherished the mornings with liyah.

picking out your outfit, you settled on this for the fact that it was comfy enough to take aaliyah around the city as you planned.

when you were completely done getting yourself ready, you went to check on what your husband and baby were up to since it didn’t take you very long to get ready.

walking into her nursery once again, you saw a completely dressed and ready to go aaliyah.

“woww, that was quick. i’m impressed.” you praise drew.

he throws you a wink, “super dad.”

you giggle at his words while he hands her to you so he can get himself ready. the both of you were probably thinking about doing a brunch, so you packed liyah’s bag so you guys could leave as soon as he finished.

as drew walked out, liyah wasn’t having it. she started to get fussy and start whining when he was completely out of eyesight.

because of this, you paused packing some of her things. instead, you bounced her and patted her back, “ohh i know sweat pea, daddy’s just leaving the baby huh?”

although it could be a handful, you loved to see the bond she had with drew. she could be crying all night one second, but completely fine the next if she sees him right next to her.

calming down only a little, you were able to continue packing her bag. after 20 minutes of trying to keep her occupied, drew finally was done.

he takes the bag from you, “where we headed first, mama?”

“well i know she’s gonna get hungry soon and i definitely am, so let’s stop at our spot for brunch.”

before he can make another move, liyah reaches out for him and he takes her, “it’s clear who the favorite is.”

he smirks at you and all you can do was roll your eyes. it was the truth whether you liked it or not. “whatever. let’s go.”

laughing at your sentence, he puts his hand on the small of your back as you guys walk out of the room and out of the house, him also locking the door behind you too.

it’s the way he was able to multitask and do so much, while looking soo sexy, with a baby in his arm. it did really make you wanna give him another one earlier.

you made your way to the car and so did he, putting liyah in her car seat before entering the drivers seat. you guys headed down to the cafe that you and drew considered “your spot”, and you guys both planned to have your kids practically grow up with this cafe. it’s where you and drew both met for the first time, and all the memories you’ve made so far have been beautiful. you definitely weren’t going to stop making those memories anytime soon either.

—

arriving at the cafe, he grabs the baby bag and your purse while you put aaliyah in her carrier that was connected to you. eventually you would start putting her in the high chairs that the restaurants provided, but currently she was still in the phase where she needed to touch either mommy or daddy in public.

fastening the carrier, you and drew both walked in and saw familiar faces behind the counters.

“ah look! it’s my favorite person and her parents!” the owner jokes.

this makes you giggle and drew roll his eyes, “good morning to you too.”

you both find a spot and order your usuals. days like these you always appreciated. being surrounded by the people that make you happy and surrounded by peace.

drew started chatting with the owner while you chatted with his wife who also worked there. their daughter who was around your age had just had a baby herself, so there was already enough to go and chat over.

everything was going well, until of course you guys heard the whining. it was surely feeding time.

they watched you with smiles as you positioned her off your chest, but cradling her as drew handed you a bottle. as soon as you put it to her lips, she was completely calm again.

“that is really your twin, y/n!” the woman says.

“you think so?” you really only said this to hear her say it again, knowing how much she looked like you. you didn’t just cook her up for 9 months and pop her out for her not to look like you.

“most definitely,” she smiles.

“she may look like me, but that’s her true favorite right there.” you pointed at drew.

“really?” the owner asks.

“oh for sure,” drew says as he just admires the both of you. “i always tell her, mommy’s twin but daddy’s girl.”

he makes your eyes roll for what seems like the 50th time this morning, but he just laughs and kisses your cheek.

“when you have a son, he’ll most likely be a mamas boy.” the owner affirms.

“well, i guess we’re just gonna have to test that theory out.” drew says as he wraps an arm around you.

and that was just your main goal in life, to expand your growing family even more with him.

[chuubian]

Midnight pearl

Tags Pirate Chuuya x gn mermaid reader, mermaid courting ritual, Chuuya is perpetually confused, hunting, trafficking (just talking about it not actually doing it), dehumanizing language, reader is kinda feminized? like there's a bunch of pearls and traditionally feminine things they wear and own, the flags are happy and alive

Summary While swimming peacefully in the ocean, you're suddenly caught in a big net. Pulled out of your reverie, you're hauled onto a big ship and stuffed into a tank that can barely fit you. The captain of this uncivilized group of pirates is Chuuya. He had first planned to sell you, but over time his heart softened until one day he realizes he's fallen for you.

A/N this is the last part of this mini series. if im ever inspired to add onto it i might but for the most part this is where the plot ends :)

Part 1 Part 2

An overwhelming warmth was surrounding your body. It was like being stuck in quicksand. Quicksand that  was super cozy and… hairy..? When your eyes finally snapped open you were met with a mountain of copper-toned hair, covering Chuuya's face who is, of course, snoring loudly. His head is resting on your chest, leaning into the comforting heat radiating from your skin. Your heart jumps into your throat. Breathing is a laboured effort- all the air has been stolen from your lungs at the sight of him.

Shifting, you look around the room, trying to free his arms from around your waist but his grip is too strong, so you resign to your fate. The room is luxurious, filled with intricate woodwork, white silk drapes around the windows, and expensive jewelry hung up on display. To others, the bed would probably be the most eye catching thing in the room- with its beautiful burgundy canopy and fluffy, no doubt expensive, snow white covers. It screams ‘I'm rich!’ But the thing that drew your eyes was not the extravagant decorations. It was Chuuya.

It's like he can feel your eyes on him, because when your eyes glance over him- taking in his soft pink lips, the slight flush high on his cheekbones, the little bit of drool dripping down his chin- he wakes up. His eyes meet yours. They're such a deep blue. They remind you of the sea. Of the dark abyss that used to be your home. It's comforting in a way. He definitely wasn't the best person, but he held you so sweetly just a few hours ago. Maybe at the bottom of his heart he was a good person. He just did what he had to, to survive.

“Hey.”

If you couldn't tell Chuuya had just woken up from the creases on his face and his disheveled appearance, his low raspy voice would give it away. Still half-asleep, he pulls you closer, unconsciously leaning into the warmth, chest pressed against yours. Suddenly, a realization comes over him, face reddening, he scoots away, attempting to separate the two of you despite the thin sheen of sweat gluing your skin together. Eventually, he manages to free himself, settling on the other side of the bed.

“Sorry… I was just cold.”

“Really? You look sweaty.”

He scowls, turning even more red.

“No I don't!”

He mumbles to himself for a few seconds, chewing on his nails, eyebrows furrowed deep in thought. It made you smile to see him so thrown off balance, especially when he's usually in control of every situation.

"Whatever, It's almost dinner time we need to go eat."

Chuuya threw the covers off himself and climbed off the bed. He walked over to your side of the bed, floors creaking painfully.

"Do you want your tank or are you okay sitting with us?"

The question made you stop. Staying in the container would mean being in water, but it would also mean being isolated. Again. you had grown used to being around Chuuya. It was a bit fast- yet something drew you to him. He was the kind of person that's utterly captivating. Where one meeting with him, by chance, would keep you thinking about him ten years later. On the other hand, you've been on solid land for almost the entire day. You were starting to miss the moisture on your skin and the full feeling in your lungs from familiar ocean water.

Chuuya’s eyebrows furrow, noticing how serious you've gotten. He puts a hand on your shoulder, snapping you out of your thoughts.

"Hey, you okay?"

Nodding, you glance up into his blue eyes. it's easy to make your decision when he looks at you like that.

"I'll eat with you."

His lips quirk up into a pleased grin.

"Good, I was hoping you'd say that."

He reaches down to rip the toasty covers off you, exposing you to the horrible freezing environment. Whining, you lean into his touch. It's a welcome respite from the world outside.

"It's so cold."

He chuckles, low and deep. The vibrations reverberate through your chest, making your heart beat faster.

“I know, I know. Let's go.”

His strong arms slip under your back and tail, picking you up bridal style. It's a wonder how a man so short and small is so well built. The room was near the top deck of the boat, making it much easier to follow the hallways that had confused you so much a few hours prior. The wooden floors and walls here have less mold growing on them than the floors lower down. It's been cleaned thoroughly but they still couldn't seem to get all the fungus off. It was practically a permanent fixture of the ship. Destined to be there forever.

Once outside, you watch the sun start to hide, tucking itself under the horizon. It paints the sky with gorgeous yellows and purples, staining everything in its path with a golden filter. The sun is no longer searing your skin, instead it's moderate. More reserved than it would be at noon. The bright red ball of fire is starting to give way to the moon, concealing itself, letting another celestial body have its time to shine. Unselfishly.

Chuuya bounces as he walks with you to the top floor, setting you down next to him at the table. His arm is still wrapped around your waist, pulling you close until your tail and his thigh are pressed together. When you turn to look at him, you see he's already got his gaze focused on you. Chuuyas arm tightens around you slightly, his other hand coming up to play with the collar of his linen shirt nervously. He glances back down to the arm wrapped around you.

“I-its so you don't fall…”

You nod, accepting his answer and turning back to the table. The crew starts pouring in, fighting over seating and making comments about you. The same woman that smells nice from a few hours ago sits on the other side of you. She doesn't seem to like it when her kimono brushes up against your skin, scooting away.

“You're going to make my clothes smell like fish.”

Before you can speak up, Chuuya cuts in.

“Be nice.”

She huffs, head held up high, not even having the decency to look at you instead of the space across from her at the table.

“I'm just saying. I don't want my clothes dirtied.”

“Then why did you sit here?”

You finally speak up. She turns to look at you, eyes narrowed in discontent.

“None of your business. You should learn to keep your mouth shut, you have no use here other than to be sold.”

Chuuya chips in.

“Ane- san, there's no need for so much hostility. They're here now and they'll be here for a while. And Aren't you the one always telling me not to start fights for no reason?”

She glances over at him, lips pursing together.

“You've gotten too soft, Chuuya.”

After that, they both stay silent. The awkwardness is heavy in the air. Looming over you and sinking into your bones, making your muscles feel restless. Time moves slowly, oozing like sluggish drops of foul slime. Sticking to everything and everyone in the vicinity, ruining the festive atmosphere that had once filled the dining area- staining it with a somber, dreadful aura.

When the food comes, people start muttering softly among themselves, not wanting to face Chuuya or the woman's wrath. The meal itself didn't seem bad, their plates were full of dried fruits, chicken, cheese and bread that was well-seasoned. Probably to mask the flavor and smell of decomposing meat. For you, the only thing served was more clams, mussels, oysters, and seaweed. Thankfully they looked fresh unlike most of the crew's food. As you started eating- breaking open the shells, and scraping out the soft inside- you felt something hard. It was round and smooth, like a rock. Without thinking, you spit it out onto your hand and are met with a precious little white pearl. The people all around fall into silence once again, staring and the jewel in the palm of your hand.

“WHAT?!?”

Albatross’s shout pierces the quietude resonating in the air, breaking people out of their stupor. The unruly group of pirates swarm towards you, blocking all exits and your line of sight. You hold the pearl closer to yourself, hand clenched around it tightly, scowling.

“Alright! Alright everyone! Settle down! They found it, it's theirs to decide what to do with it!”

The air you had been unconsciously trapping in your lungs was finally let out, tension leaving your body as the crowd cleared out. The crew was still talking excitedly, expecting you to give them the jewel or at least sell it for money. Albatross was eagerly trying to convince you to hand it to him.

“I just wanna look, I swear! I'll give it back! I promise!”

Chuuya sighs, exasperated at his friend's weak attempts to trick you.

“They're not stupid… give up.”

“Aww come on Chuuya! You can't seriously be on its side!”

“Their.”

The blonde man's face sours- somehow more than when he ate the nearly rotten meal a few seconds ago.

“Huh?”

“Their. They're not an object. Speak properly next time.”

Albatross crosses his arms, eyes narrowed.

“I thought it didn't matter, weren't we gonna get rid of them anyways?”

He spits it out, stressing it like there's something inherently wrong or dirty about the word. He doesn't even treat his moldy meat this way. somehow treating you like a human being was one of the most vile, disgusting things he could do.

“It doesn't matter. I'm your boss aren't i? do what i say or else.”

At Chuuya’s biting words, Albatross backs off, mumbling under his breath, eating quietly for the rest of the meal. His head is hanging low, like a humiliated dog. It's uncharacteristic of him, he's usually so rowdy and loud. Chuuya's words seemed to be taken as gospel in this place. It was odd how much power he held over everyone.

The big pile of clams and kelp on your plate slowly disappear, leaving behind empty shells and a small pile of little multi-colored pearls. It's a miracle you found so many. Not all of them are perfectly round. Some have little blemishes and spots- or pieces that stick out, almost like a little tail. Despite not being flawless little gems, they glow just as brightly as the rest of them. Catching the attention of anyone who passes by- tempting them to swipe it off your plate and hold them hostage, away from you, for themselves.

After you've finished your food, you hold the little pearls in your palm, swirling them around and admiring the sparkle they give off. It's hypnotizing- the way they bounce off one another and clink together, glittering under the soft light. When you hold one up, next to the moon, you could almost confuse them for each other. Both creamy and comforting, reflecting the light off something much bigger than itself, but still enchanting in their own way.

"You really like them huh?'

Nodding, you look over at Chuuya, he's smiling down at you, eyes filled with warmth. The passion in his gaze wraps around you like a blanket- Protecting you from the harsh environment outside of your little bond. You lean closer, for some reason an overwhelming urge comes over you to feel his skin on yours. It's so smooth and well taken care of. Nothing like yours, which still isn't used to being in fresh air instead of salty sea water. His breath catches in his throat, grip tightening around your hips.

"You can have them."

You hold out the small handful of pearls for him. He blinks, shocked.

"Why? They’re precious, you should keep them."

Shrugging you pry his arm off from around you, forcing him to take the jewels. When his hand brushes against your lightly a tingling sensation travels from the tips of your fingers to your heart, causing it to speed up, and butterflies to form in your stomach. Chuuya seems to feel it too, gasping softly, hand clenching around the tiny pile of gemstones.

"Well...if you want me to. I'll take good care of them for you."

Chuuya admires the pearls in his hand for a few seconds.

"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?"

Albatross shouts from across the table, furious that he didn't get his 'fair share.'

"Why not me!?"

He starts fake sobbing, rolling around on the floor, and pulling on his hair dramatically. Groaning, Chuuya rolls his eyes.

"Did you seriously think they would ever give you these?"

"No but... I wanted them."

Albatross sticks his bottom lip out, pouting and trying to seem as cute as possible. It's fooling no one.

"Sorry for him boss, he's just being a little... theatrical."

The handsome man with blonde hair and blue eyes who was sitting next to Albatross speaks up. Chuuya grunts quietly, agitated.

"That's one way of putting it."

The man grabbed Albatross’ meager braid, dragging him away as he continues writhing around. He keeps a gentle smile on his face despite Albatross hurling insults at him and shouting.

"Lippmann! This is humiliating! Let me go! You can't do this to me!"

You can hear the man's voice get fainter and fainter as he's forced to rub against the floor- hauled across the decaying wood, getting small splinters along the way to the crew's quarters.

Chuuya relaxes once he's gone, tension leaving his shoulders, unfazed by what just happened. He quickly moves on, holding up one of the pink pearls with a little section that sticks out like a tail.

"This one looks like you."

You grin, his comment makes a weird sensation pool in your stomach. Settling heavy in your gut and spreading all around the forgotten recesses of your mind. Taking over your body completely.

"Does it?"

He nods.

"Yeah, it even has a little tail, see?"

You chuckle, looking down at the rest of the pile.

"And this one is you."

You hold up a little black pearl with a small extrusion coming out of the top.

"It looks like your hat."

He chuckles, putting the jewels in a compact pouch.

"I'll cherish these forever."

He glances up at the sky, breathing in deeply. You do the same. Strangely, you don't feel as suffocated by dry air anymore. You've become used to the bare feeling on your skin and the empty sensation in your lungs. The sea was cold and lonely, unlike being on land here with Chuuya. A peaceful quietness settles over the two of you, steadily tugging at you, pulling you closer. He breaks the silence.

"Uhm... can we talk in private?"

He looks around the dining table. People are still hanging around, talking and drinking, being tumultuous and causing chaos all around them.

"Yeah we probably should."

Chuuya stands up, strong arms picking you up once again.

"I'm sorry you have to keep carrying me around."

He shakes his head, finding it silly.

"I don't mind, I'm strong. Plus it'd be stupid if I was upset with you for trapping you here."

He walks with you in his arms toward the edge of the ship, seating you down on the chair he had left here a few hours ago when he was letting you look over the sea. Sitting down across from you, he crosses his legs. You find yourself missing the sensation of his skin against yours. It's far too frigid without him near you.

"What did you want to talk to me about?"

He looks up at you, expression serious.

"I wanted to let you go."

You feel your heart jump into your throat, blood running cold.

"... What..?"

This is what you had been waiting for, a chance to leave this place behind. To go back home. The man who had ripped you away from your habitat was offering you the chance to do the thing you'd been longing for. But somehow you found yourself dreading the idea. Would the water hug you as tightly as Chuuya did? Would the environment be as welcoming? You didn't have friends or family anymore. There was no reason to go back to the freezing sea. Chuuya had treated you kindly, defending and sympathizing with you. He wasn't even as bad of a person as he seemed at first. His willingness to let you leave proved that.

"You can go back home."

You tense up, looking out at the ocean. It's glittering beautifully. The water at night is such a familiar sight, it's hard to not miss it. The waves crash against the side of the rickety old boat, soothing your ringing ears. An ache in your heart longs to be back there, in a place you can move freely, but the dry air feels much more freeing than the pressure of water all around you. Especially when you get to be around someone.

“I… don't want to.”

His eyebrows furrow, baffled.

“Huh??? Why not?”

In spite of his questioning, a seed of hope is planted in his heart. blossoming under your attention. Blooming at the warmth and care radiating off you. He would do anything to keep you here, but at this point, keeping you hostage is too far. He doesn't want to trap you, he wants you to be happy.

“I just dont… I have no one to go back to and… I like being here.”

“On land?”

“Yeah, it's not so bad here.”

He pauses, reading your expression. He cant find any signs of lying, only a sincere look on your face.

“Well… if you want to you could stay in my room.”

“In the bed?”

He raises an eyebrow, lips quirking up smugly.

“You want to stay in my bed?”

Your cheeks turn hot. Humiliated at the implication that you enjoy being in the same bed in that way. Even if it was a little bit true.

“It's cozy!”

“Uh-huh. Sure.”

He looks back out over the ledge.

“Are you positive you don't want to go back?”

“I'm completely sure.”

He smiles softly, pleased with your answer.

“Let's go then.”

Chuuya gets up, gathering you in his arms once again and leading you back down to his chambers. There's a fuzzy feeling developing in your brain at the feeling of his muscles against you. He's so firm in all the right places. His footsteps are heavy, banging against the weakened wooden planks as he makes his way through the hallways.

The door to his room creaks open, swinging onto the wall beside it. The view of his quarters once again steals your breath away. It's pure luxury like you'd never seen. Chuuya sets you down on the edge of his bed before walking towards one of his cabinets, taking a few tools out and sitting beside you.

“What's that for?”

“I'm making something.”

He takes out the bag he had put the pearls you gifted him in, methodically drilling small holes in each one. There weren't many pearls to begin with but he took his time with each one, making sure it was perfect. Once that was done, he started weaving silk cord between each one, fingers deftly creating knots between each one to ensure that  they stay safe. The process takes a long time but watching him work with the concentrated glower on his face makes everything more enjoyable. Neither of you speak during the process, enjoying the comfortable silence that descends over the room- only the sound of pearls clinking together and the drill permeate the air.

Once he's done, he holds up the necklace. It's full of disfigured pearls. The pattern is inconsistent with pink, white, and black pearls littered throughout. It's chaotic. But Chuuya made it with his own hands. From the gift you gave him. The imperfections only make it more eye-catching. Why would you ever want a boring white pearl chain when Chuuya created this?

“I put ours together, look.”

He holds up the bottom of the necklace so you can see easier. At the center, the one you said looked like his hat, is next to the one he said looked like your tail. Your eyes are stinging, gasping for air, you reach over to grab the necklace from his hands.

“Are you okay?”

He looks so concerned- eyebrows pinched together, his hand comes to rest on your shoulder reassuringly.

“Yes… I love it.”

You try to catch your breath but it's been punched out of your lungs painfully. Your chest was struggling to expand, not used to the great deal of emotions you had been put through recently. Has Chuuya ever been so sentimental? It's such a sickeningly sweet moment that you can feel your stomach churning- struggling to process everything that's happened.

“Here, let me put it on for you.”

He gently takes it from your hands. As he clasps on the string of pearls, his calloused fingers brush against the back of your neck, sending a jolt of electricity down your back. Your heart is racing once again, adrenaline pumping through your veins until Chuuya starts scooching away.

“It looks lovely on you.”

Your cheeks burn under his attention. Chuuya is like the sun as a person- bright and warm, he helps those around him to grow and become better people. But he can also scorch everything in his path, annihilating everything that gets in his way. Around you, he tends to be more nurturing, you bring out a side in him that's softer. You wouldn't judge him for being tenderhearted. Instead, you indulge him. Letting him express his emotions freely.

“Thank you.”

He doesn't bother changing out of his clothing for the night. Deciding that he's too tired, he puts the tools he used away in his cabinet, before crawling back into the lavish sheets. He helps you adjust your position to a more comfortable one where his arms are wrapped around you. He tucks his head over your shoulder, breath fanning over your skin. Your nerves were alight, tremors traveling throughout your body. How was Chuuya so calm under these situations?

As the hours passed by, Chuuya fell asleep but you were still wide awake, thinking of what to do for him next. While your mind is wandering, the rocking of the ship against the splashing sea and sound of waves crashing is enough to lull you into a peaceful slumber. Slowly, the sounds and sensations take over your mind, surrounding it in a snug blanket of serene fuzziness.

When your eyes open again, bright sunlight is pouring into the room. Chuuya is still pressed against you. His hair is tickling your face, you try to move around but it only makes him hold on tighter. You put a hand on his shoulder, shaking him awake.

“Chuuya.”

He groans, rolling around, his mind is refusing to let him awaken. You only shake harder.

“Chuuya! Wake up, there's a fire on the ship!”

This makes his eyes spring open, immediately getting up in a panic.

“WHERE!”

“Nowhere.”

You snicker at him, amused at his immediate response to fake danger. He doesn't seem to find it as funny.

“You really shouldn't joke about that, you know.”

His hands are on his hips. You're still smiling at him, it was too fun to mess with him. He made it too easy.

“Fine, fine, I'll never joke about that again.”

You're lying.

“Can you help me up to the deck? I wanted to do something.”

He sighs, picking you up easily and carrying you through the hallways. They aren't as confusing as before, the layout of the boat was becoming more and more familiar as a concept- no longer the mysterious phenomenon that it used to be. The hot sun hits your eyes and skin as you reach the top floor, rays beaming down in brutal beacons, burning everything in its way. Chuuya sets you down on the ledge.

“Why did you want to come here?”

“I wanted to go back in the ocean, but only for a little bit, i just need to do something okay?”

Chuuya nods.

“I'll anchor down then.”

He turns to the rest of his crew that's bustling around, instructing them on what to do. Before he can get back to you, you've already dived back in. The water is freezing, seizing your muscles and shocking your system. How could this possibly be the way you had lived before? All the colorful corals underwater were washed out by a blue hue. It was so empty. Almost no life for miles. Nothing compared to the rambunctious crowd on the ship. The quiet stillness was unsettling now. It used to ease your nerves, relax you, but now it's not enough. It's eerie.

You ignore the dreadful feeling in your stomach, swimming around- you gather various things like sea pickles, red shells, pretty pieces of seaweed, an urchin, and some sea stars for good measure. Your tail was finally moving again, it was starting to get restless after spending so much time inactive. When you come back up to the surface of the water, you look up at the deck. Chuuya is watching you. Your heart jumps into your throat, making it hard to breathe. Or is it just the fresh air again?

The crowd of pirates helps you get back up to the ship, much more gently than last time, helping you sit on a chair again. When Chuuya sees what you have, he raises an eyebrow.

“This is the important thing you needed help with?”

“Yes.”

You hold up the red shell to his hair.

“See? this matches. It's for you.”

You hand it to him, going through a similar process of explaining each item and why it fits him well before handing it to him.

“So… why are you giving me these?”

You tilt your head, staring at him incredulously.

“For our wedding.”

Everyone surrounding you two bursts into chaos, filling the air with boisterous chatter and gossip. Chuuya's cheeks redden, he tries hiding his face with his hand but it does nothing to conceal the embarrassment.

“WHAT?!?”

“Our wedding. I gave you the gifts I needed to, we have to have our wedding soon.”

Chuuya is sputtering in shock. Albatross in the background is crying real tears. The woman in the silk kimono whose name you never learned is stunned.

“That doesn't mean we're married!”

“Yes it does. We even slept together last night.”

Everyone's eyes widened, silence falling over the room. It's like the calm before the storm.

“CHUUYA?!?”

Someone shouts out to him before everyone joins in, gossiping and making jokes loudly. They start crowding closer, surrounding the both of you.

“WAIT! WAIT! GUYS IT'S NOT WHAT YOU THINK!”

It's futile, Chuuya knows it is, but he tries to defend himself. Unfortunately, no one believes him at all. Albatross instead starts chewing his hair, berating him for being a ‘nasty, nasty little man.’ Chuuya tries to push him off but everyone else starts mocking him too, it's a never ending cycle. one person backs off, here comes another. Once everyone finally calmed down, Chuuya feels like he can breathe again, turning to face you.

“Look… just because your kind does it that way, doesn't mean that we do too.”

“But I like you… I thought you liked me too…”

Chuuya flushes, redness spreading down to his neck. He looks around the ship nervously.

“Can you guys stop staring!?! Get back to work!”

Everyone scatters, going off and pretending that they aren't watching intently.

“I-i do like you but… we can't get married just yet, it's too soon.”

Your nose scrunches, face twisting.

“Fine, we don't have to. But I really meant it. I've never felt like this about anyone before.”

“I know, me too. But we have to take it slower… Okay?”

You nod, discontented that you can't get married just yet.

“Okay.”

He wraps his arms around your waist, sitting you down on his lap. You can feel the tension settling between you. Your muscles are heavy, weighed down by the pressure filling the air. For a moment, everything went completely still and quiet. The sensation in the pit of your tummy only got worse, like bees were trying to break out through the stomach lining and skin. Chuuya's eyes were on your the whole time, only glancing down for a second to your lips before looking back up again. Before you notice it, you've started leaning closer- breath brushing across his face, lips barely inches apart.

He leans in the rest of the way, catching your lips in a passionate kiss. Chuuya’s hand comes up, cradling your jaw, pulling you impossibly closer. His tongue is hot against yours, brushing against your bottom lip, deepening the kiss. Your fingers curl in the fabric of his shirt, holding on for dear life. During these few seconds, the outside world seems to melt away, becoming a forgotten past. When you pull away, you're both panting. You stay close by, ready to dive back in before he holds you back with a hand on the shoulder.

"Are you sure about this? You don't have to stay forever."

"I'm sure."

He appears to be thinking, contemplating if he really believes your words.

"What about when I retire and can't be on the ship anymore? When it breaks down, and I have to live on land. Permanently."

"Then you better get me a bigger tank."

[potteraep]

Hello, coukd you please write something that is more or less the plot of dead girl walking from heathers(but instead of smut, suggestive fluff pls) with Leo Valdez and reader

IM A DEAD GIRL WALKING! ౨ৎ L.V

౨ৎ- Leo Valdez x Child of Aphrodite!reader

౨ৎ- IN WHICH- drew made anyone that was out of turn in cabin 10 an outcast but after a prank falsely accused goes wrong she’ll hunt you down. so why not find your boyfriend before you (not really)get executed by your fellow siblings

౨ৎ-heavy kissing, mention of sexual acts,talk of being “killed” shitty writing ( I hate the ending)

౨ৎ- this was requested like so long ago but I’m BARELY getting into writing again so I apologize but hope you find this again :)

Maybe luck just wasn’t on your side when a “sticky” situation that had completely destroyed Drew’s new hair due and fresh clothes was blamed on you.

or maybe you were just being picked on and someone had planned to destroy your life, because knowing how drew would react it would destroy your life

but it didn’t matter now, not when you hasty grabbed your sweater and shoes before sneaking past your sleeping cabin mates and out the door of cabin 10

drew was brutal and relentless and her easy use of charm speak made it even worse no matter what, whatever drew had planned for you would be your fate it made you shiver even more then the soft wind in the night had

you weren’t exactly sure what to do but if this was your last day of living a normal day at camp why not spend it doing something thrilling?

Your steps brought you to the door that led into the Hephaestus cabin you walked towards the back end of the cabin to find a specific curly haired boy

when you found his bed you smiled at the sight he was cuddled up against his pillow one arm latched around his pillow well the other was off the bed

you leaned against the bed as you bent to one knee as you tapped his nose

Leo barley moved and just let out a groggy noise, you tapped his shoulder and shook it finally getting a respond as Leo sat up after a few seconds he fixed his hair lazily the curly messy as he sheepishly smiled at you

“ hi Corazon- wait why are you here it’s like 3am” he added a bit worried

“ drew is gonna kill me “ you whisper shouted from his side he raised a eyebrow confused letting you explain when you finished he flashed you a sad look

“ oh Hermosa I’m sorry, can I help at all?” he asked quietly still mindful of the other people trying to sleep in his cabin

you thought for a moment before kissing him you could feel him smile stupidly

before you knew it you were in his lap your hands on his cheek while his slid under your shirt as his hands caringly rubbed your hips

the kisses were soft but passionate obviously small bits of something else he mumbled between kisses about how happy he was to be with you before your live was ruined

he leaned up a bit his back no longer against his bedframe before pushing you both down against his bed you looked at him and he shyly smiled

“s’this okay?” He mumbled waiting for your nod when you gave it to him he smiled and continued knowing this would lead to a long night.

[goomyloid]

What was your process for making the Noelle amv, if you don't mind sharing?

hii! im not sure how eloquently or clearly ill be able to explain it but i definitely have some pictures you can look at!

(the video)

i actually got the idea while i was away on a trip with very limited wifi -- it wasn't Trust Me that i got an AMV idea for first, but instead it was one of 4syu's other songs, There's Nobody. for such a happy sounding song it really made me so sad, to the point where if i tried to sing it to myself id get choked up by the chorus LMAO. it was baddd

but basically i was rapidly trying to find both songs on spotify so i could listen to them offline, and it only took me a few loops of Trust Me and thinking about the original MV to make me go "ohhhh. how can i make this about noelle." And so i did .

i was thinking about doing a storyboard, but in the past, i've found that doing storyboards for animations/AMVs lowkey... kills my motivation altogether... SAD... but i saw the whole video so clearly in my head, and i didnt want to make the same mistake i made before... so i went right to doing quick sketches (while still on my trip...) just so i could get the ideas out of my head

i was torn on what to do with my style at the time, whether i wanted to make it more similar to the original video, or to her canon appearance, or to MY style and how i draw her. i think it kind of ended up as an amalgamation of all three...? at the very least, her light world color palette definitely was more bland and desaturated, like i purposefully wasn't trying to do anything special with her colors.

after that point, and getting maybe a few of the actual drawings done, my motivation crashed again, and i left it all to marinate for nearly a week. it was baking, guys, it wasn't abandoned, listen to me, why are you throwing tomatoes at me,

i had up to about the "I dreamed about that again" animation done and stopped, and it wasn't until i decided to sit down and start editing it anyway that i really got in my groove again. i got all my little assets into a workable state so i could really try to sit down and make the video come to life and all

the really fun part was honestly working on the desktop backgrounds. i really wanted to limit colorpicking from the original video as much as possible, but i decided that making look as similar as possible to the original could help with the contrast i wanted to add later.

i drew these two backgrounds first. i was hoping i could somehow fit the bunker into the second one, but decided to do something different anyway. the second one's ui didn't actually change until later in the editing process.

drawing THESE were fun especially, and im happy with how they came out. i think the dark world icons are really cute still. one thing i really did know i wanted to do from the beginning was to turn the soul/undertale icon into the deltarune one.

i was worried if the shift from the Windows Field Background to the dark world would be too sudden, like you would just blink and suddenly it was all different, but i think it ended up all right...?

the not so fun part was drawing all the different boxes, lmao. it go really tedious by the end, so i tried to reuse as many of the same ones as i could.

a lot of copy-pasting and tracing rectangles for sure.

i also had to make sure the animations didnt Suck. i brute forced those things and used every last braincell i had in order to make those pictures move bros

fun fact. ive never animated hair like this before. or in any complex manner really. i had to use sooo much brain here... heres how it started vs. how it ended up

had my animator gf hype me up thru the whole thing... i was having a great time based on the filenames alone

aaaand then ummmm i edited it. i learned after effects like 1 month ago. never touched it before. i learned it for internship purposes and then used my newfound powers for evil it seems

i split the whole thing up into multiple compositions of course, but i probably could have split things up more... im sorry for having 84 layers on comp 3 its not my fault

editing a video in 12 fps was a fun change though -- very easy for my brain to go frame-by-frame, and yet still some of the timing ended up being off... tis the goomy way

like i said before, i started editing when i barely had half the drawings done, but seeing it all start to be in motion really pushed me to finish it up. and i mean Really. like i finished the whole thing maybe 48 hours after i first started editing.

and...i think that's it? i do a lot of discord art streaming to friends lately but i kinda kept this one more under wraps compared to usual, i think i just wanted to surprise everyone... look guys i remembered how to make a video! and it's three minutes! waow

sorry if this is way more than you asked for LMAO

also, the AMV hit 5k views on youtube today! ive never had a video do well like that so quickly! thank you!!

[sensitiveheartless]

So flash back to this post of yours (old ik im sorry) imagine like??? Dazai hates his birthdays bc its just ONE MORE reminder that hes older and still alive and still in his own little world of pain, and everyone does so many nice things for him and Chuuya even manages to get of work to be with him?? Suddenly Dazai wants to be around just that little bit longer bc he knows his chibi and his friends are there and they love him and (omg i could go on forever im so srry)

Dazai wanting to stay around for his Slug my favourite trope<3

(The comic in question if anyone’s curious :0)

Aaaaa YES :’D I am very much a fan of the ol’ “while you weren’t paying attention your life has actually gotten substantially better and there are things to be happy about now” kind of realization, and that was definitely the goal with that comic (also I don’t mind people bringing my older stuff up at all! :D alskdjfj looking back at that one does crack me up a bit because I drew the whole thing ON Dazai’s birthday, no advance planning go figure akskdjfjfjf but if it looks a bit rushed in places that’s why)

…and somehow this reminded me of these doodles I did a bit ago (just wanted to draw Chuuya being clingy in the morning and Dazai being happy about it)

Idk, just something about little domestic moments where things are really nice and worth it. I am not very coherent at the moment but. Vibes, y’know?

[descendantofthesparrow]

if you will Marry Me - Harry Hook x reader - oneshot

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“Harry?” you called out gently as you stepped into the room, it was dark and quiet, as usual when it wasn’t in use for balls or galas. you looked up at the chandeliers, smiling when you remembered the last time you were here-it was for the yearly ball for the anniversary of the vks freedom day, you remembered that first day; when you met him, your harry.

-

You stood quietly near the wall of the ballroom, sipping carefully at your sparkling cider as Vk’s and Ak’s alike mingled all around the room, celebrating Lady Mal and King Ben’s decision to decree the partial removal of the barrier, only those with good intent could pass through with ease; so any child or adult that wished to come and go to Auradon was free to do so.

It was one of the few ways to guarantee freedom to those who wanted it and deserved it, while keeping those who still only wanted destruction and evil behind the magical barrier. You smiled as you saw your little brother dancing about with a boy his age, their light-purple hair pulled back in a braid with a wide grin on their face.

Your eyes drew to a vk that seemed to be-out of place, or at least he felt like it, wearing a scarlet leather vest over a white button-up, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows as he tapped his fingers on his glass, his eyes on Uma and Ben who were dancing with the crowd. He looked unsure of himself, glancing down at his hands then back up at Uma.

Harry Hook, Uma’s right-hand man. You chuckled, you had heard he was a very cocksure person and oozed confidence like it was second nature. And yet here he stood, in a corner and shy. You licked your lips, wondering if you should actually interact with someone when his strong accent blessed your ears.

“Seems I’m no’t tha’ only one alone eh?” you looked up at him, smiling softly as he looked at you, a shy grin on his pretty lips. You laughed, nodding a bit. “yeah, my brothers abandoned me a while ago, and I really don’t know anyone else, so” you shrugged, leaning back against the wall as Harry joined you, looking a bit relieved to no longer be the only one alone at the grand ball. “im (y/n), (y/n) (l/n)” you introduced yourself, holding out your hand, grinning as he took it and shook it gently, squeezing your hand lightly as he gave you a dreamy grin.

“Harry, Harry Hook. Lovely ta meet ye (y/n),”

-

Your relationship had a slow start, it had taken you nearly a year to ask Harry out, to which he laughed and pulled out a crystalized rose and told you he was just about to ask you out. From then-everything just-set into place. It had been five years since then, Harry was now a model for Evie’s fashion business, and you were going into your family business; both making enough money to support the both of you with ease.

You were comfortable, and you were happy. And Harry was ready to take another step in your relationship. “Harry?” you called his name again, crossing your arms as you stepped further into the ballroom, spinning on your heel to look for him; he had asked you to meet him here a few hours ago, on the anniversary of you asking him out.

You agreed-and here you were now, wondering where he was. He did say 3 o’clock, didn’t he? “Harry?” you called again, gasping as the light above you suddenly came on, softly illuminating you and your surroundings. You laughed gently, turning every which way to try to find Harry, your smile turning soft as you heard him begin to whistle softly, walking towards you with his hands behind his back.

You recognized that tune, it was an old courting song from ages ago, one Harry’s mother knew well and taught to Harriet, who taught it to Harry-in case he ever found someone he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. Realization hit you then, butterflies flurrying about in your belly as your cheeks flared to life, your breath stopping as Harry began to sing, his voice quiet and soft, his accent clear as water.

“I’ll swim and sail the savage seas, with ne’r a fear of drowning” he stepped closer, taking your hands in his, his eyes sweet and soft, a near pleading to his voice as you held back a sob, tears in your eyes. “and gladly ride tha’ waves of life, if you will marry me.”

You swallowed, staring into his ever blue eyes you had fallen so deeply in love with, feeling his warm hands transfer his heat into your hands, you intertwined your fingers, bringing his hands up and pressing them to your lips, smiling behind your intertwined hands. “no scorching sun, nor freezing cold, will stop me on my journey. If you will promise me yer heart,”

You brought his hands down then, your voice joining his in the ballroom that contained no-one but you and your beloved pirate. “and love me for eternity~” Harry beamed, squeezing your hands and then letting them go as you raised them up in the dance Harry had so sweetly taught you a few years back, when you had first asked him about his mother and the things she had taught him in her short span of being in his life.

“my dearest one, my darling dear; your mighty words astound me.” Harry joined you in that dance, his arm pressed against yours as you began to circle each other under the soft light. “but I’ve no need for need for mighty deeds,” you switched arms and directions then, laughing as Harry beamed brightly, laughing with you as you sang. “when I feel your arms around me!”

Harry almost giggled, taking your hands and speeding up the dance, your feet dancing between each other before he dropped to one knee and guided you around him, his eyes wide and bright with pure happiness. “but I would bring you rings of gold, I’d even sing you poetry, and I would keep you from all harm! If you would stay beside me!”

You shook your head, rolling your eyes playfully as you brought Harry back up and tugged him closer, turning your back to his chest as your arms crossed over the other, still holding Harry’s hands as you danced “I have no use for rings of gold, I care not for your poetry, I only want your hand to hold!”

“I only want you near me~!” Harry sang, spinning you back around and engaging the two of you in a near waltz-like dance; his cheeks red and eyes full of nothing but love. The two of you sang together now, voices echoing in harmony within the ballroom. “to love, to kiss, to sweetly hold, for the dancing and the dreaming. Through all life’s sorrows and delights, I’ll keep your love beside me! I’ll swim and sail the savage with ner a fear of drowning, I’d gladly ride the waves of  life; if you will marry me~!” Harry picked you up and spun you around in the air, your voices holding for a moment before they turned to laughter, pure unfiltered laughter full of love.

Harry set you down, the two of you out of breath as he pulled a box out of his pocket, opening the black velvet and showing you his mother’s ring, the ruby gleaming with its black band shining to accent it. “so, will ye?” Harry asked breathlessly, giggling as you just kissed him and held him tightly, holding out your hand and unable to keep still as he slid the ring onto your finger.

“I love you, mo Leannan” Harry whispered, my sweetheart, his sweet nickname for you. You grinned against him, pulling him into another kiss as you whispered those words back. “and I love you, mon amour.”

-end-

……I saw a stoick n Valka edit of this song on tik tok-started making this-made an edit for Huma to the song, and then finished making this XD

taglist!

@queer-cosette @sephiralorange @lunanight2012

@daughter-of-the-stars11 @musicarose @rintheemolion

@random-thoughts-004 @anythingbutmar @dai-tsukki-desu

@imtryingthisout @remembered-license @thecaptainsgingersnap

@thetrueghostqueen @littlewierdalien

[voidzphere]

im sorry if this is bothering you but i made a sans au a couple weeks ago (i havent drew him yet...) and i was wondering what you would think of him, also i wanted to info dump but i didnt know who to go to and i already sent like 2 asks to cc already so i dont want to bother petal 😓

i wanted to name him madness!sans but thats already taken 😾 so maybe spiral!sans? (cuz instead of a mountain, frisk falls into a rabbit hole!!)

i came up with him while listening to It Just Works by The Chalkeaters cause i was like "what if sans was a greedy little guy,,"

he changed a bit since those like beginning sprouts of a conception ? idk what to call it

his au is inspired by alice in wonderland and by wonderland in eah!!! (mainly from the eah thing)

im still designing him but what ive come up for him is currently js a suit and tophat with pinstripes and a cane

hes a happy-go-lucky typa guy! he speaks wacky and no one really understands what hes saying (aside from his brother cause he has to put up with his shit every day,,) also he is no longer greedy, but if he was evil he would be

in snowdin there are no floors. so hes used to floating and he cant stand up properly. and certainly cannot walk (he will literally die in heels) though i like to imagine if he does there will be a tapping sound. like tap dancing!

i just realized hes basically pinkie pie and madeline hatter 😭

he likes tea (cayuse silly) and every day he has "tea time!" which is always a different time but he insists its at the same time

he has a natural higher pitched voice compared to other sanses, he might get embarrassed by it and stay silent until he eventually like, starts giggling at a pun and his secret is revealed!!

thats abt what ive come up with!

i just wanted to info dump rn, again sorry if this bothered you 😓‼️

hopefully spiral is killer approved 🙏

sorry for the late reply buutt spiral is killer approved and their entire concept seemz very interesting !

[wooahaes]

excuse me, miss, i l-o-v-e y-o-u.

pairing: non-idol!haruto x fem!reader

genre: fluff

word count: 0.9k~

warnings: big steps in a relationship, i guess?

daisy’s notes: bunny.............. (if u think ‘is she talking about--’ then yes im absolutely talking abt leebit.)

Between visiting family and spending time with friends, you didn’t really get a chance to see your boyfriend... which is why he showed up to your home that night, just to spend a few minutes with you.

To be fair, you’d told Haruto that you’d be busy the day-of your birthday. You had family who kind of expected you to visit them (which wasn’t a huge deal--you enjoyed getting the chance to see them), and that you had friends who’d managed to work things out so that they could spend most of the day with you (which was a huge deal, considering how busy the three of you were). Haruto had understood, and took you out for dinner the night before, and yet... There he was, standing outside with his hands behind his back.

“Are you tired?” He asked quietly. “I can go--”

You stepped outside, shutting your door behind you as you shook your head. “I’m fine. Is something wrong?”

He took a small step back, gaze drifting away. Was he blushing? It was hard to tell in the low light. “I just wanted to see you.”

Although the two of you hadn’t been dating long, you still felt that something was off. Yet his words still made your heart skip a beat, a small smile tugging at your lips out of embarrassment for a simple sentiment spoken aloud. “You didn’t have to come out here, though...” You toyed with the edge of your sleeve. “It’s late.”

“That’s okay.” He shuffled a little, before finally looking back at you. “I bought you something. I didn’t want to wait.” He drew out what he’d been hiding behind his back, revealing to you the little white rabbit plushie that you’d been wanting for a while--the final one to complete your collection of eight. “Happy birthday. I saw him in a store--”

He’d been cut off by you practically leaping at him to hug him tight, already babbling about how much you adored him. The rest of the collection was in your bedroom, but this guy had been the one you failed to get over time, always evading you. “You’re so, so sweet,” you mumbled as you hugged him tight, the rabbit currently squished between your body and his own.

Haruto managed to wiggle his arms free so that he could return the embrace. “I was going to give him to you tomorrow, actually...” He said. “But Hyunsuk sent me a screenshot of a post you made when you were out with your friends...”

Is this your girlfriend? His text had said. Did you get her anything for her birthday? Why isn’t she posting about it? I thought you got her something?

The endless questions had, ultimately, made him pout before deciding he needed to see you now and give you your gift. “So I decided I’d come,” he mumbled.

“Aw... You didn’t have to,” you said. “Did he tease you again?” Taking a tiny step back, you tucked your hands into your hoodie’s pocket.

He shook his head,and offered the bunny to you. “Did you have a good day?”

Accepting the rabbit, you hugged him tight against your chest. “Mhm! It was kinda draining to be around so many people, but... You being here makes it better.”

His heart skipped a beat. How were you so affectionate and cheesy so easily? He fumbled with one of the rings he wore, heart racing as he called your name quietly to get your full attention. His mouth went dry as he went to speak, nerves suddenly getting the better of him.

“Are you okay?” You asked again. “It is late, so if you’re tired--”

“I love you.”

Those three little words stopped you in your tracks as you stared at him, the rabbit plushie hugged close to your heart, and registered what he just told you for the first time. The two of you had only started dating several months ago, and this step was one neither of you felt pressured to take yet. Even without speaking it aloud, the care you held toward one another was evident in everything you two did. But this? Saying it aloud?

It weighed differently. And your heart began to race as you realized that the feeling must have overwhelmed him so much that he needed to say it. “Haruto...”

His face was burning hot, and he swallowed his feelings hard to try while his heart hammered in his chest. “You don’t have to say it,” he said quietly, “I just wanted to tell you.”

You reached out, taking his hand in one of your own. “I think... I love you, too.” 

Haruto never considered himself to be heavily romantic. Yet he felt that the only right thing to do in this moment, upon seeing the stars in your eyes, was lean in and kiss you gently. He could feel the curve of your lips into a smile, and found himself smiling, too, when he pulled away. Neither of you spoke immediately, instead savoring this quiet moment between the two of you for a little longer.

It felt like an eternity had passed when you took the tiniest of steps back. “It’s late. You should get home,” you said. “Text me when you get there.”

He nodded. “I will.” With one quick kiss against your forehead, he smiled again, “Happy birthday. I’ll call you.”

(And he didn’t fail to miss the new picture you posted on your own account, the little rabbit plushie joining his friends with a caption that simply read: thank you, love <3.)

taglist: @twancingyunhao​

[twipsai]

24 for the ask game :D

this is kind of a long story but -- a while back, close to a year ago, i got introduced to a friend group i had only really heard about. this was coming out of me only really talking to people over dms but with this group it was mostly over vc and everyone was like 20+ so i was pretty nervous. anyways, since most of the people in that group live near each other in the same state, they had a dnd group and one of the players went into depth of his character while on call. i decided that the concept sounded really cool and wanted to try and design him, esp since he didnt have a design yet. so yk, i draw the character and the creator compliments the art, but hes a pretty mellow guy so i wasnt really expecting that much of a reaction but i was still very flattered he liked it

fastforward to weeks later (maybe even months) and one of the people in the dnd campaign joins our vc of like three, and theres like 4 people using one persons phone and all of them were high, especially the guy that i drew the fan art for. and he notices im in vc and starts going on about how he showed the art i made to the rest of the players + dm and how everyone loved it, and how i was so cool etc etc. and dude when i tell you i just froze and almost cried like. man. that still makes me so happy thinking about. it made me so happy to know that someone liked my art enough to save it to their phone and show it to their friends (even if theyre mutual friends) and then express that to me. he said it and it sounded like he had the biggest smile too. and whenever i feel demotivated i always remember that and remind myself its all worth it to make people happy through my art :)

[supercutszns]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💗

i loveee this omg i’ve gotten this ask a few times thank u all sm i love u☹️☹️ i’ve only published like 7 pieces of writing on here so far so i’ll also be pulling stuff from my wp (jackboxes) bc i’m proud of the stuff on there as well! also these r in no particular order lol

1. twin beads (luke castellan) | my most recent work on here, besties to lovers with a poseidon! reader & a sibling relationship with percy<3 i actually love this one so much😭😭 my favourite trope and there are lots of lines in here i love—the paragraph when luke’s lying next to reader and she’s talking abt how nostalgic he feels i love them i fear.

2. true colours (luke castellan) | daughter of iris! reader that loves to paint is petrified her friend doesn’t like her back. luke’s willing to prove that’s not the case. this is i think my most,,,popular fic on here??? which surprises me to this day??? of all the ones i’ve written i feel like this one got me to the most people which is fucking whack bc i thought i phoned this one in so hard lol. got a newfound appreciation for it once i saw how many ppl related to it, made me feel better bc reader is so mecoded too <3 she’s got some self-esteem issues and a weird knee but she sees the world in colour and she’s adorbs. i’m very happy this one is well loved

3. hellstorm (douxie casperan) | haven’t updated this one in a while unfortunately but this is a beloved wattpad fic💔 i love niche fandoms sorry! storm is just a fun character to write she is a wet feral cat and i love her dearly! i really need to continue this bc i have detailed lore planned and i just love found family. hellstorm my beloved

4. rotten to the touch (luke castellan) | really need the inspo to pick back up for this one but idk i just love horrible sexy people there’s really not much else to it. i would love to make this a full blown series but idk if i have it in me but im trying to work on a little blurb for them so hopefully that goes out

5. frostfire (avatar: the last airbender) | to be honest this is the closest thing to a magnum opus i have. started writing it four years ago still nowhere near finished. 26k reads. three main characters three love interests three separate plot lines. gays. grief. gruelling exposition. it’s so ass but means so much to me. my friend drew art of the characters. it’s been translated into spanish. people have found it through tiktok. it is not half as good as it could be but i love it so so dearly and is probably my favourite thing ever. i don’t care. it’s mine. i will finish it. i have to.

okayyy anyways that’s it i’m so deeply sorry for being so inactive my current romantic relationship is grinding to a slow halt so everything feels joyless and repulsive. but hopefully the more i try to write the better it’ll get i love u all

[sineala]

So Iron Man #172 was the July 1983 issue, so have a belated chance to commemorate anyway you want!

(Review, Drabble, Cake, General Thoughts, (Self) Rec Fics inspired by this issue etc)

I love this issue so much. Also this cover. At first I wasn't entirely sure if I had read any fic inspired by this issue specifically (rather than fics that just mention it in passing) and then I remembered that I had in fact written a very long story with a key scene that absolutely hinged on this issue. *facepalm*

I have not, however, posted this story. It's the 150,000-word Madame Masque story that I wrote for @phoenixmetaphor's awesome art for the Cap-IM RBB back in 2019 and, for a variety of reasons that don't need exploring at this juncture, I ended up not posting it and writing an entirely different story that was just long enough to hit the word count minimum for the RBB. At some point I need to just take some time and rip out and redo a couple of big scenes closer to the end of the story, but I really hate editing and still haven't figured out how to fix the scenes and that's why I still haven't posted it.

Anyway, it has a pivotal scene (not one of the ones I am planning on changing) that heavily involves that issue. Phoenix even drew some lovely art for this particular scene and posted it a couple years ago, and, yeah, I still haven't posted the story.

I was going to post a longer excerpt of the scene in question but I couldn't figure out how to give the necessary context for the scene without spoiling about half of the story. So, uh, maybe someday I will manage to edit and post the entire thing. I just need to sit down and edit it. I have not yet managed to do that.

But you can have a couple hundred non-spoilery words of the very beginning of the story, because the actual first paragraph of the story is Tony having a nightmare about being back in the flophouse from IM #172. Uh, TW for alcoholism?

Tony woke, terrified, gasping for breath, the illusory taste of whiskey still lingering on his tongue. He clawed at his neck as phantom smoke stung his lungs, as his throat burned from the liquor, as tears leaked down his cheeks, while the flames roared around him, as he huddled alone and waited to die -- and then his eyes snapped open into quiet, serene darkness.

It had felt so real.

You're okay, he told himself, the beginning of the litany he'd made to ward away his nightmares. You're okay. It was a dream. It was terrible, but you're not there anymore. It's over. You haven't had a drink in years. You didn't really take that drink. You didn't ruin your life again. It was all a dream. You're safe. You're going to be okay.

The craving was still there, of course. It wasn't going to go away just because he wasn't drinking. Even if he never took another drink in his life, he was never going to be able to forget every last detail: the heft of a rocks glass in his hand, the way the light filtered through amber liquid, the smoothness of a fine scotch as he swallowed. His mouth was watering. He tried not to think about it, tried not to remember, tried not to build an image of something he couldn't ever have again.

The thirst was a siren's song, and it always had been: just one drink and nothing will hurt. Just one drink and nothing will ever hurt you again. Just one drink and you'll be happy.

It was a lie, and he knew that too. It was a lie, and for him it was never going to be just one drink, and that was why he couldn't have it.

But he wanted it. He always wanted it.

He pushed himself up to his elbows, and the sheet pooled down around his waist, exposing his bare skin to the air. The lights were off, but there was enough light through the curtains from the streetlights outside to orient himself.

You're in Avengers Mansion, he continued. You're not in that goddamn flophouse anymore. You're not shivering on the streets. You're in your own home and you're in your own bed and you're with someone who loves you.

That was when Steve, a light sleeper as always, rolled to his side and opened his eyes, pale blue gone nearly colorless in the dimness. His brow furrowed. "Tony?" His voice was thick with sleep. "Sweetheart? Everything okay?"

[sexylinoleum]

Im not an artist, but I still felt obligated to make something for the eighth anniversary, especially since it's the first one I've been present for...

So I drew the sad kids being happy.

I only finished undertale for the first time last year, I'd just not really payed attention to it before that and it kinda took me by surprise. In the past I just never really thought about the game, bought it in 2017 and never got past muffet, never really interacted with the fandom so it was always something I paid very little attention to.

I picked it up last year cause I was bored in class, and got hooked on it for like three months, then a while later I discovered Deltarune, which proved to be the catalyst that finally drew me into this awesome fandom, and i've been riding this bandwagon ever since.

It's really quite amazing how much these games have influenced my life in such a short amount of time, how much creativity they inspired in me and seemingly most of their fandom. UT and DR are near single-handedly responsible for inspiring me to pick up drawing and piano as hobbies and the feeling of improvement I've gained from that has been marked. After all, that drawing up there isn't the best but it is thousand times better then it would have been a few months ago.

Am I sad it took so long for me to find these games? Not really, after all the community is still going strong, more content is still being released both by official and unofficial channels and I got to skip over most of Undertales infamous "cringe" phase. Nevertheless it's great to be here now.

Imma keep drawing things, maybe I'll even make some little comics in the near future, who knows. Either way, It's a pleasure to be here.

Happy 8th anniversary y'all.

Also the circle thing with the souls is so crooked cause I drew the souls first and didn't draft it and it was three in the morning and I hate it so much

[ezralva]

I've been following you for a coupla years now ever since your xicheng era. It's interesting to see whenever you get into new fixations, it introduces me to lesser animes or BLs or new ships that otherwise I would never think of and more often than not I got hooked to them thanks to you 😁 I'm very shy and awkward so mostly in fandoms I'm in im just a silent enjoyer and follower. I'm so happy when you started posting and reblogging jjk because it's a fandom I've been silently lurking for years and moreover because you like stsg and also chousou because they are one of my favorites too. I pretty much enjoy reading your posts and your reblog tags, they are funny! May you share how you got into that? Because you mention one time that you regret those who drew you into jjk 😅 is it something to do with big fandom?

Ps. I like your fic so much, it's like a healing session after chapter 236, I thought i'd let you know here because i'm too shy to comment directly on the fic

Omg this is so sweet of you, anon, thank you! I hope y'know your kind words just made my whole day <3. Wow if you've been following me that long then you shud go off anon so I wud know who you are ^^ but I get it! I enjoy being silent lurker and follower too from times to times.

Also wow I'm amazed you've put up with my everchanging fixations that long lol I know I'm annoying that whenever I'm into new fixation then I wudn't shut up abt it for a while and too lazy to ever make sideblogs. Anw, I don't really remember when I said that ahaha I'd most likely just joked or be sarcastic when I wrote that. I did feel so much pain knowing my otp is a doomed ship but it's nothing I didn't know before I even started jjk. Moreover it ended in a good note for me what with the latest chapters of them so it's all good now. The abundant loveable characters of jjk making it easy to explore other dynamics and ships too. Even dynamics I'd usually nvr entertain so it's been an eye opener experience! I don't regret a thing. Glad to know we share similar tastes :)

but yea I'm really not good with big fandoms overall and am usually content with the tiny corner of my own. My last experience with big fandoms, before I switched completely to obscure fandoms, were too unpleasant that I didn't wish to ever repeat it. But I'm more adept with curating what I wanna see now so I won't get put-off or get bored quickly. Tiny fandoms are nice and comfy but they were oftentimes unsustainable for me due to the lack of interactions. Still, I'm so happy to hear my shitposts could actually introduce you to new fixations!

Abt how I get into jjk. Well, unlike any other animes mangas I'm into, I actually have irl friends and coworkers that are fans of jjk. 3 of them are close to me (one of them is my spouse lol) and had literally pestered me to try it for long so they'd have someone to talk with. So I'd known about it since around 2 years ago when the movie came out. I was curious bcs it was such a hype around me even though they were all adults who usually didn't even watch anime so there must be sth different abt it. Yet I kept putting it off cz I was just not into supernatural fantasy shounen. I decided this year would be a good time to start since with season 2 the hype around me was too high that I just got swept in it, naturally. I cudn't tamp down my curiosity any longer plus I got time now during this break so why not, right? The thing is my irl friends arent into simping let alone shipping (at least not that I know in public, who knows what they might be doing in private) so I keep that side here ofc!

Awwwh thank you so much for letting me know you like my fic! Ch 236 was indeed devastating for a while tho it was still a HE in some aspects (for me). It's an outlet for me to pour my HCs for the characters that stuck with me. I hope you know that even if it's just excited emojis, a comment in the fic worths a lot for authors cz it let them know not just abt whether their fics are being read and liked, but how their works actually affect the readers, it's a potent drive for authors and feedbacks are helping authors so you don't need to be shy 😉

[edendeleon-art]

A personal, artistic reflection to end 2023

This has been a very complicated year in relationship to my art, I took a break from it due to many factors. When I would sit down with my sketchbook open in front of me, I felt very nervous to grab a pencil, thinking I was wasting my time and not doing anything to improve my life, like going to Uni or getting a job. The mere act of doing something for my pleasure evoked a great sense of guilt; there were a lot of negative emotions related to art creation stemming from recent trauma (which I still do not feel comfortable openly talking about to this day).

I drew inconsistently while putting most of my effort on other things: activism, community events and activities, going out with friends, basic photography classes, reading, cooking, writing, therapy, pets, and so on.

The few drawings I made were mostly out of personal and external obligation than passion; I dont deride them completely since they helped me improve a lot, but I wish I could've balanced things out better. I was very lost on what I wanted to do with my future and had my priorities all messed up.

Now, I'm still not entirely sure what I want for my future and how that would look like, but I think I have a little bit more clarity and better organization skills than a few months ago. I feel my connection with art has started healing and no longer see it as a medium that disempowers me, rather the opposite, I've never felt more empowered by my art than today. The ability to express my experiences in regards to my transness, disabilities, sexual identities, childhood, adolescence, relationships, nature, etc. and not have a sense of shame or worthlessness is a very important step that I will carry in the future.

I have a lot of ideas Im confident I can pull out. They might take me a little while, but they'll be released eventually. Right now I've been taking a break from drawing due to many personal situations arising in the past month, but I think I'm ready to grab my pencil again and do stuff. I've got some art pending that I'll finish throughout January, although I'll also be preparing sketches for new art coming.

It has been tough, way too emotionally taxing, and I doubt things will get any easier from now on. Yet Im still alive and I think that's gotta mean something. I cannot be thankful enough for how much I've been able to grow collectively and individually.

Thank you to all my friends and followers who have supported my art so far, I really appreciate it and I hope I can continue to bring you something in the future.

Take care and happy new year

[bi-demon-ium]

listen. listen. take me up, cast me away. this phrase already drives me insane but in the context of this gifset? im spinning and spinning and spinning and sp

so like. okay. back to the basics. this is the phrase that's inscribed on either side of the blade of excalibur. yes, that excalibur, arthurian legend excalibur, the one from the lady of the lake (no, not the sword in the stone, they're different swords, yes i know it's confusing).

i'm not sure where this inscription first came into use, as most articles/information i can find just say "in multiple versions" the inscription or similar words to it are mentioned, although the only specific example i've found is tennyson's idylls of the king.

"[...] on one side, Graven in the oldest tongue of all this world, 'Take me,' but turn the blade and ye shall see, And written in the speech ye speak yourself, 'Cast me away!' And sad was Arthur's face Taking it, but old Merlin counselled him, 'Take thou and strike! the time to cast away Is yet far-off.' So this great brand the king Took, and by this will beat his foemen down." -- (Forgive me, I don't want to count all the lines and there are no line numbers, but I got the full text on Project Gutenberg.)

i also looked at Malory's Le Morte D'Arthur which is a pretty major text for popular/well-known Arthurian canon, and while there is an interesting exchange between Merlin and Arthur about swords and scabbards when Arthur takes up Excalibur that could certainly be relevant, there is no mention of the inscription on the blade.

but like, here's the thing. take me up, cast me away. it's about being willing to take up the mighty sword, to wear the heavy crown--take responsibility, take action, wield power and make hard choices. but it's also about knowing when to stop. not just when to take up the burden of power but when to let go of the joys of power. it's about knowing you can't fight fate: one day, the sword must be cast back into the lake. one day you will lose your power. one day camelot must fall, and arthur must die on the fields of camlann. in many ways, camelot was doomed from the start, from the very first time arthur drew the sword from the stone: because of the blood his father spilt, because of the fate that had been sealed long ago. it won't be for a long time, of course--galahad is unborn, the grail unfound, the heralds uncalled. guinevere is still loyal, if they're married at all, and lancelot might not have even arrived yet (i'm really not sure on the timeline, and even i were an expert i would doubt that there was anything consistent given all the different versions and contradicting tales that have been told over the years). but nonetheless, camelot will fall. take me up, cast me away: take power, but give it up, when it is time. take action, fight, but be willing to stop, too. stand up but know one day you must stand down, one day you will fall. take power. give it up. take responsibility. give it up. fight. surrender.

that may sound bleak, but you must remember: happy endings don't exist. it's about where you end the story--camelot lives many prosperous years before it inevitably crumbles. happy endings are just time. and if you stand up and fight--take up the sword--you can buy that time. the time to cast away is yet far off.

(as a quick digression, it's also very interesting to me that in tennyson's text, take me up is written in the oldest tongue known to this world, while cast me away is written in the common tongue arthur knows. i don't think i have the energy to get into this in depth but like. wow, right?)

now you might be thinking hey gert? gert? what the FUCK does this have to do with kate and martina. and i admit. i got a little side tracked because this shit makes me emo. i haven't even gotten into galahad and i won't for the sake of time and relativity to the main topic here. and like, sure, the themes of fate less important/prevalent here i think. but like. listen.

take responsibility. fight, when no one else will. stand even when you're alone. be independent. but also know when to stand down. know when you need help. take up the sword, even though you're so young, too young to be a soldier. but cast it away when you must, when you can. be a kid, too.

and then there's the double meaning: two abandoned children. take me up. cast me away.

ough.