#i forgot how shading works halfway through so.....

[brain-rotted-yi-city-fan]

[paigebuckets6]

Yearning Allegations - Pt.2

Part 1 can be found here

Part: 2

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x reader

Genre: Friends to lovers slowburn (Series)

Summary: You've liked Paige for the longest time. Is there any chance she likes you too?

The first thing you do when you get back to your dorm is groan. Why the hell did you say that? Now she's gonna be worried about you, which is the last thing you'd want.

Annoyed with yourself, you kick off your shoes and throw your clothes into the corner before changing into an old oversized shirt you stole off Paige once when you slept over at hers. It's comforting, still smelling vaguely like her, and you curl up in your bed, plush bedcovers over your knees.

Earbuds in, you press play on Taylor Swift's newest album. Your taste in music was different from Paige's, preferring pop and rock, whereas she liked what you affectionately called "fuckboy music." Of course this was just a lighthearted inside joke, you also liked some of her music, like PartyNextDoor or The Weeknd.

You're halfway through the song 'Down Bad' when you hear a light knock at your door and a soft voice.

"Hey y/n? You good? Open up"

You open up the door to see Paige standing there with an unreadable expression, and then she just walks right in and drops onto your bed.

"Yeah, I'm all good" You say, hoping you sound reassuring. Can she tell you don't actually have a headache?

Paige doesn't say anything. She just seems to be studying you closely, and you nervously ramble on.

"You really didn't have to leave the party, sorry if I freaked you out or something"

You've said it all in a rush, and Paige just smiles a bit as she reaches out and tucks a piece of your hair behind your ear. You want to speak up and tease her to ease the tension until you look at her face.

Paige's expression is gentle, and you notice just how dilated her pupils are in the dim light of your room. Her irises are small, nothing but a vivid blue ring, and you smile at the sight. Her eyes are just so pretty, they've always reminded you of forget me nots, or a clear sky, and you're so busy pondering their exact shade match that you realize you forgot to speak.

"What?" Paige says, suddenly self-conscious.

You blink a few times.

"Nothing"

You turn away, grabbing your glass of water off the nightstand.

Paige is looking at you, head slightly cocked, brows knit quizzically. Your mouth feels dry despite the water, and you want her to stop looking at you like she's trying to figure you out.

"I swear I'm actually good, deadass. My head just really hurts. Probably chugged too many shots during that drinking game earlier. " You put down your cup and dramatically flop onto the bed, closing your eyes and then peeking one open to check if your explanation worked.

Paige finally relaxes and smirks at you,

"Pfft y/n you're such a light weight. I just wanted to make sure you were okay."

You scoff and reply with a grumbled whatever I'm fine, pressing a hand to your head dramatically, and Paige props herself up against the wall, holding one arm out for you.

"Alright, alright, come here."

You smile at her, cuddling up to her side. Her perfume smells so good. It's a subtle vanilla. You settle on her chest as she holds you.

"Also- are you wearing my shirt?" Paige says, rather amused.

"Yeah? Why, do you want it back? I’ll give it to you later" You retort, with half a mind to take it off and playfully throw it at her. This is how it was between you two, at least when you weren't acting like an idiot.

"Nono it's fine, just thought it was... interesting"

Paige pulls you back in, hiding her grin with her hand.

You're fighting off sleep, but you still scoff in response, and she just strokes your hair gently as you drift off.

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The next week, Paige is over at your dorm, playing Fortnite on call with KK and Ice as you play League of Legends.

"Ughhhhh!!"

Paige groans with frustration, putting down her controller as she loses another match. KK and Ice are bickering with each other over call, and you just smile at the familiar sounds.

You're busy fighting hard in League. Your team is technically losing, but you think you might be able to carry if you score a few more kills at the right time. You don't look up when Paige sits down next to you, headset and game abandoned, head resting over your shoulder to watch you play.

"Another loss, huh?" You say, grinning while you score another kill.

You don't need to turn around to see Paige's eyeroll.

"Yeah yeah, whatever. I just lost cause I was trolling too hard"

Paige is a bit of a sore loser (and dramatic) so you can't resist the urge to poke a little fun at her.

"That's what you get for being a Fortnite player, cringe as hell man”

Paige throws her hands up as she retorts back,

"Dude you're literally playing fuckin League of Legends right now, you can't talk"

You finally look away for a second to grin mischievously at her, one eyebrow cocked.

"Well, at least I'm good at League-"

Not more than 2 seconds pass before Paige sticks her whole hand in front of your screen during a team fight, causing your character to die. You end up losing the game, considering the enemy team was already way ahead.

"What the hell, Paige!"

You whine, and she just grins evily in response.

"HA, what were you saying about winning??-"

You don't allow her to finish that sentence because you shove her over, standing up from the chair and knocking her onto your bed.

"Hey!"

Paige shouts as you start tickling her sides, absolutely going in. You've got a knee on her leg to make sure she doesn't wiggle away from you.

"Yeah, so who's losing now-" You laugh, her cussing at you, trying to pull your hands away.

After a few minutes, Paige pushes you over, and now it's a full-blown battle. Your hands scramble to find her weak spots before she can find yours, and you note how her loose t shirt has risen up, a bit of her stomach out as she kneels over. You seize the opportunity and tickle just under the hem of her shirt, fingers hitting bare skin.

Paige's face blushes a deep pink as she feels your hands go up her shirt, and she grabs one of your wrists, pinning it to the bed.

"Paige!" You can't get your wrist free from underneath her, she's stupidly strong. You can't even move away because she's sitting on you now, using her free hand to tickle your neck and side mercilessly.

"I think you're the one losing!" Paige says triumphantly, enjoying the sight of you squealing.

You sneak your other hand unpinned hand into her waist, tickling her side, and she curses, grabbing that hand and pinning it too.

Breathing heavy, you're both flush against each other, her body leaning over yours, and for a second, you swear you see her eyes flicker down to your lips.

You stop moving entirely, admiring her from your position beneath her, trying to mentally engrave the way the light highlighted the honey streaks in her hair into your memory. Your eyes dart down once to her slightly parted lips before glancing up to her eyes, the expression in them unreadable.

"I- I won!" Paige gets off you in a hurry, moving away quickly to smooth her shirt down in your bedroom mirror.

"Yeah yeah whatever" You say back, hoping she didn't hear the shake in your voice. You press the back of your hands to your cheeks. They're warm.

Paige doesn't stay long after that, saying she needs to get some homework done, and you just sit alone in your bedroom after she's left, playing back the moments to yourself.

What the hell was that?

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Authors Note: Thank you guys so much for the love on the first chapter <3. Paige and y/n gamer losers, this is true.

Trilogy: Part 3: here

[notsopersonalcharlie]

Honey Belle

Biker!Bucky Barnes x fem!reader fluff - Part of the Biker!Bucky Series

One part lead-up to the future and one part how Bucky and belle met.

Warnings: Mentions of sex and alcohol, discussion of a past relationship that bordered on abusive (non-binary reference), more car talk because i love mini coopers.

Note: My apologizes because i lost all my progress on this when i was about halfway through. Also I just have brainrot about them now sorry in advance.

"No no no no, please baby you can make it its just a litt-" The engine shuddered and then gave out. You groaned, banging your head against the steering wheel as you pulled off to the side of the quiet street. It was getting stifling in the car very quickly. The heat wave was precisely why you needed to take Baby Blue in. Your phone showed another mile and a half on the map you saved. This shop was in some dead end town, but it was the only one that had agreed to service the vintage coop.

"Couldn't have saved me the walk?" you asked to the car as you grabbed your bag and hauled it over your shoulder. You scrawled a note to leave on the windshield and began down the straight road. The trees on either side provided some shade, but there was no sidewalk, so as you continued you could peek back at your car and to check on any oncoming traffic.

The first signs of life you saw came ten minutes into your walk. You hadn't gotten far. It was sweltering and you had to leave straight from work, so your shoes were the least comfortable thing to walk in as you sweat.

Two motorcycles were headed your way, and to your surprise they both stopped. One was wearing a light brown leather jacket, and he pulled off his helmet immediately. He had blond hair and a kind looking smile, but you were also alone in a mysterious location with no signal.

"Hey, you alright?" You stared at them, and took a step back when he took a step toward you.

"Uh-"

"You had an appointment at the Howling Commando? Twenty minutes ago? Blue vintage Austin Mini Cooper?" The other guy had popped up his visor, but hadn't taken off the helmet yet. His blue eyes were sharp, watching you. You took another two steps back.

"Buck, lose the helmet," the blond guy admonished, "We work there, you said when you called that you were worried about the heat and the engine, so when you no-showed we thought you might have gotten stuck. I'm Steve. We talked on the phone the first time I think, and then you talked to Yelena to get the details." The other guy pulled off his helmet and you thought your heart might stop. Sure the blond, Steve, was handsome in a clean cut preppy kind of way, but this guy looked like he walked out of one of the fantasy books your read as a kid. Dark eyebrows slanted over his bright blue eyes, his scruff adding to the rugged look he was sporting. He waved, a shy smile slicing away the fear you had held entirely. It changed his face, you wanted to make it happen again.

"Bucky. We'll get you all fixed up."

-/-/-/-/-

"Belle, ya home?" You looked up from your laptop. You hadn't been able to pull yourself away from the document you were building for the new hires.

"Yeah- I- oh shit. I forgot to start dinner." You turned to find Bucky stepping through the doorway from the kitchen. His grease stained tshirt was tossed over his shoulder already, leaving all his tattoos on display. One in particular always caught your attention, the sketch of a mini cooper right over his heart.

"How many time do I gotta tell you?" He asked, dropping the shirt in the hallway before coming over to you. You stood, tilting your chin to look up at him as he wrapped one arm around your back and cradled the back of your neck with the other.

"You don't have to worry about that stuff, honey. I'll take care of dinner. Finish up your work, it'll be done in no time."

"I need a break, baby, seriously. I'll help." His eyes narrowed.

"You sure?" You nodded, turning back to hit save and taking his outstretched hand to go back into the kitchen. You chopped veggies while he marinated chicken and he told you about his day at the shop. It was a familiar routine by now, three years into your relationship, but you couldn't help but feel the guilt in your stomach again. He spent all day on his feet.

"Hey, lose the face." You looked up at him.

"What?"

"I can feel your thoughts from over here." He set down the spices, rinsing his hands and patting them dry before coming over to you and wrapping you up in his arms. He was anything but weak, and carefully lifted you onto the unoccupied part of the counter and stood between your legs, looking you dead in the eye. You blinked slowly, trying not to fall into the trap of his icy-blue silence. It was impossible.

"I just feel bad is all, you spend all day on your feet and working and then you come home and make dinner. It feels, not fair." Bucky tilted his head to the side, eyebrows up. It was a conversation you had all the time, and you knew how he felt about it. He did serious very well, even if you knew there was a smile lurking just behind it.

"You know that's not how I feel. I love taking care of you. You work so hard every day trying to change the world for the better. I go dick around with my friends all day playing with cars." You snorted.

"I'm serious! My number one and most important job is taking care of my girl. I will make you dinner every night for the rest of our lives together, if that's what it takes to prove it."

"You don't have to do-"

"Nope, you're banished from the kitchen. Go feed Alpine. Get lost." You laughed, taking his face into your hands before he could lift you back off the counter. His lips were warm and soft, and his hands wrapped tighter around your middle as you tilted your head to deepen the kiss before pulling away. You rested your forehead against his, breathing in the smell of motor oil and coffee.

"I love you, James Barnes." He gave you that sweet smile, the one that transformed him into an entirely different man.

"I love you, honey belle. Now get the fuck outta my kitchen."

-/-/-/-/-

You woke up and stretched, yawning as your rubbed your eyes and sat up. And then you became aware again that you were not in your own room and you were laying in an empty bed. You glanced around, noting the distinct lack of a tall tattooed biker who had left hickeys on your chest and had all but fucked you to sleep the night before.

In his place lay a small gray cat, it sat up when you did and surveyed you before jumping gracefully off the bed and leaving out the open door. You stood up, glancing at yourself in the mirror. You were wearing a shirt that said the Howling Commandos Garage and Bar on the front. It was well worn and soft, with little frays on the bottom and the collar. Your hair was a mess and you smoothed it out before following the cat into the rest of the apartment. Your clothes which had been strewn across the living room were neatly folded in a pile on the back of the couch, and there was a note scrawled on top.

Had to head off to fix up your baby. Coffee in the pot. Stay if you'd like. Bucky

Bucky looked wistfully down the block at his apartment building.

"What is your deal today, Barnes?" Sam asked. He was newer, and Steve had brought him in to tend bar, but also help with the books at the garage. Bucky grumbled that they didn't need new people, and Steve returned with patience that just because Bucky didn't want to make new friends, didn't mean they didn't need new staff.

"He's got a crush," Steve laughed from the other side of a pickup.

"I'll have you know I sealed that deal," Bucky shot back. There was a thunk sound and then Steve appeared over the hood, rubbing the top of his head.

"What the hell are you doing there then?" Bucky shrugged.

"She was still asleep. I left her coffee and a note." Sam snorted.

"See her never."

"Her car is literally right in front of me."

"She's gonna take it somewhere else," Sam shot back. Bucky's eyes narrowed, dropping the wrench he had on hand. He was starting towards Sam when a new voice echoed through the garage.

"I would really appreciate it if you fixed my car, not got blood on it." You strolled in the front of the garage and Bucky considered falling to his knees and begging for you to stay with him forever. You were wearing your jeans and sandals from the night before, but on top you had on his Howling Commandos shirt with the original design and logo. You were holding one of the mugs from his kitchen and had an easy smile on your face.

"I thought I'd come check on the progress on my baby. Maybe learn a thing or two." Steve smirked at Bucky and turned back to his work. Sam had suddenly made himself scarce into the office.

"Sure thing, but can't let you learn too much, you might notice some things going wrong just so you can stop by to see me." You nudged Bucky with your elbow, taking a sip of coffee as you followed him back to your car.

"I don't know, I think I could have other reasons to stop by and see you."

-/-/-/-/-

You woke up to sunlight coming in through the open curtains. Bucky was sound asleep on his stomach, face pressed into his pillow and his arm thrown over you. After a moment of relishing the cuteness of him keeping you close while he was asleep, you slipped out of his grasp and headed for the kitchen.

It was mostly clean, and you started a pot of coffee for the morning before tidying up just a little bit more. Bucky had slipped in after you fell asleep. He was working the bar when you left full of a burger and with kisses pepper to your nose promising he'd be home soon. The rest of the staff had ribbed him endlessly while saying goodnight to you.

You grumbled to yourself about having to wake Bucky's whining ass up to take you to work when you noticed something on the counter. Your car keys. Trying not to get your hopes up, you peeked out the front windows and let out a squeal when you saw your car sitting in the driveway, a comically small bow on the hood.

"Wha-Who's there?" Bucky ran out in just his boxers, fists up prepared to fight an intruder apparently, but instead got a chestful of you.

"She's done?" It took him a moment to register what who you were and what you were referring to.

"Huh? Oh. Yeah, belle, she's done." You threw your arms around Bucky's shoulders, squeezing him tight.

"Thank you thank you thank you! She'll run for another three years? No problems?" Bucky held you tight, sleep already returning as he nuzzled against your neck.

"Even better. She should be alright for at least another five to ten." You pressed kisses to his face and then his hands, and kissed him goodbye for the day. Your outfit for the morning was already hanging in the bathroom and it made your morning to not have to pack extra clothes for the bike. Instead you put your coffee in a to go mug, your lunchbox in your purse, and headed for the door. The car started up with a hum and you patted the dash, turning on your favorite radio station and rolling down the windows on your way to work.

-/-/-/-/-

You sighed on your way into your apartment. Bucky said he was headed over after you left, and now you had to clean up and start on dinner. Work had been exhausting, and you had found yourself fixing other peoples' work first thing in the morning, which put you back on your own deadlines.

Still, you tossed your bag onto the black hole chair of random items in the bedroom and changed out of your work clothes into something comfy for movie night. You had bought all the ingredients for homemade pizzas over the weekend when you were ambitious about when you were going to get out of work.

"Five minutes on the couch," you muttered to yourself, "then back to work." Five minutes quickly turned into doom scrolling until Bucky knocked on your front door.

"Shit." You jumped off the couch and started pulling things out of the fridge frantically to make it look like you had already started the process. The knocking grew frantic after a minute and you rushed to the door. Bucky's eyes were wide, but he relaxed when he saw you were fine.

"Sorry, I didn't hear you." His soft smile melted your nerves a fraction, and he leaned down to press a kiss to your lips.

"You had a long day, I understand." He followed you into the kitchen, and you frowned at the array you had pulled out. Sure you had the pizza dough and sauce but also a jar of pickles, some miso, and a block of tofu.

"What were you planning on making?" Bucky asked, examining the contents of a mystery tupperware.

"Uh..." You considered coming up with a lie about cleaning your fridge, panic welling back up that he would be upset you had gotten sidetracked away from making dinner.

"I... I'm sorry, I panicked when I heard you because I hadn't started making dinner and I knew you would be hungry so I just started pulling things out of the fridge and I..." you could feel yourself beginning to ramble into a spiral.

"Woah! Woah, belle, calm down. It's okay!" Bucky came around the counter, hands on your shoulders to ground you.

"It is really okay, belle, I know you had a long day. You don't have to make me dinner. I mean it. You work long hours and clean up other people's messes all day." You could feel tears prickling at the corners of your eyes and looked down at the logo of some motorcycle brand on Bucky's shirt.

"You just work all day at the shop and I know that can be exhausting, so I just wanted to make you food so you'll be..." you trailed off. So he would be what? Had never gotten pissed at you because dinner wasn't on the table or that you didn't get him his drink before yours. He had never thrown his empty can in your direction when you didn't get a new one for him before it was empty. Bucky called your name, pushing your chin up to meet his eyes. They were big and blue and full of concern that grew when he saw the tears in yours.

"Honey, where is this coming from? We could have ordered takeout for all I cared?"

You swallowed and took a deep breath.

"My ex, they were blue collar. Worked in construction. They didn't... they thought I should do all the housework and make dinner since I sat at a desk all day. They would get... angry when I didn't or said I was too tired or it wasn't ready when they got home or I ran out of their favorite drink and... I just want you to be happy." Bucky's frown had deepened and the concern in his blue eyes had turned to anger.

"Where are they now? Who would ever do that to you?" His head turned to see if he could spot any memory of them in the apartment. To your surprise it made you laugh to see him be so protective over something that wasn't there.

"Long gone. I moved states away to leave them. It's why I've been working so much, honestly. When I switched positions I had to do it for a cut, since at the headquarters I was making more. I don't regret it for a second though." You were looking at him now, sincere. If you never moved you wouldn't have been looking for an apartment when your car overheated and you had to go to the Howling Commando. You would have never met Bucky or found an apartment a few blocks away from the bar and him.

"I'm glad you made it here too," he said finally. He wrapped his arms around you, big arms keeping you safe and his chin on your head grounding you to him.

"I know you spend every day working super hard with people you don't really like. I know you love what you do, but I would never hold any of that against you. I spend every day working with my best friends for as long as or short as I'd like. If you never cook me dinner again, I would still be happy as long as we get to sit down and eat together." He paused, and you could feel his heart beat a little faster, a shift in his posture. For the first time:

"And I love you." Your heart leapt, the tears that you had been wiping against his tshirt flowed again.

"I love you too, Bucky."

-/-/-/-/-

You texted Bucky on your way out of work, and blessedly got into your own car with air-conditioning and seatbelts. Not that you didn't trust Bucky or that you didn't like to ride with him, but it was nice to have a seat to sit in.

You began the journey home, it feeling a little longer than it had for the last few weeks when you clung to Bucky's middle with your eyes closed. You were most of the way home when a telltale rumble of motorcycles started up behind you on the long empty road. It reminded you of the first time you rode with Bucky, down this very same road when your car broke down and he took you back to the shop with him while Steve waited with the car. He had said, after securing his extra helmet to your head, that it would be only time you ever rode without the proper shoes or pants on. You had responded cheekily, since he was hot and it didn't seem like it could hurt the speed at which your car got fixed, that he was suggesting that there would be another time. He had followed that with a quick, "I have your phone number. I find another time."

The bikes were getting closer, four of them, and to your surprise Bucky wasn't with them. Steve and Sam rode on either side of you, offering salutes. You couldn't identify who the two behind were but you could tell one of them was Yelena or Natasha. It was not a regular procession, though when they did see your distinctive car when out riding, they always did stop by for a wave. Instead of leading you home, Sam and Steve guided your car to the parking lot at the Howling Commando. The fairy lights were up for the summer and a few of the regulars were already outside enjoying the weather.

"I was going to go home first you know," you whined at Steve, tossing your blazer into the passenger seat before getting out of the car.

"I think this is more important," he said, turning you away from the bar and toward the shop. The garage doors were open, but inside was obstructed by the shadows from the sunset. When you stepped in you froze. The cars and equipment had all been cleared out and a beautiful flower arrangement was across the floor, Bucky was standing a few feet away, looking nervous as the first time he came to pick you up for dinner. He spotted you and swallowed, standing up straighter as you walked towards him.

"Bucky..." You didn't have the words to say as you joined him in the array of flowers.

"Belle. I love you, I have loved you since the minute I saw you on the side of the road. From the second you wrapped your arms around me on my bike for the first time. The first night we spent together and every night since then I have known that I would spend the rest of my life with you. I promise I will make dinner every night if that's what it takes." You grinned at the little inside joke, tears pouring down your cheeks as he got down on one knee.

"Make me the happiest idiot in the world and marry me?"

"Of course I will. I love you."

[writings-ofthe-heart]

hello! may i request something where the reader is stargazing with ghost & they accidentally knock the telescope off the roof ?!

the way. i forgot. to save my draft and i was halfway finished. sorry this took a while anon, technical difficulties!!! thank you for requesting!! :3 xx

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x reader (GN)

Reader decides to surprise Simon with a special date night but.. wait, oops, they might've ruined it.

or

Simon had been with his partner for almost two years now. He never realized how romantic they could be, or how clumsy they could be.

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TW? ; None, just fluff

Side notes ; No use of y/n, this isn't wattpad, no beta we die like men, use of 'you' in place of y/n

You were never quite the romantic type but today was special. It was your anniversary with Simon! After two years together, through thick and thin, you thought you might put in some extra effort tonight. It was all planned out in a grand scheme, starting with subtle hints.

"Si," You began, leaning on his shoulder as he was busy with paperwork.

"Yes?" He replied, Simon's mind went on autopilot whenever he did paperwork, so you made sure to get his attention by rubbing your cheek on his scruff for a couple seconds. When his blue eyes flickered to you, a ghost of a smile on his face, you knew.

"What's your opinion on stars?"

He looked back down to the stack of papers. "They're.. ok, I guess."

It was the perfect guise, Simon knew you liked to ask him random questions, out of the blue, when he asked you why, you would always just respond with, "'Cause it's fun."

You rolled your eyes at his uncertainty. "Just ok?"

"Yes, just ok."

With a deep, dramatic sigh, you stood. "Ok.. well remember our plan tonight! We're gonna go out on a drive. Dress nice and warm."

Simon shook his head at that.

The hours flew by and by the time the sun had began to fall, sweat was running down your face. Preparing everything had really been exhausting. The telescope had been stowed away but the most work was making the food. They were just snacks but you wanted them to look pretty. It didn't help that the house's AC broke.

Realizing the time, you put away the rest of the food in the basket and carried it to the front door. Running upstairs, you almost tripped on the stairs. A yelp of surprise made it's way to Simon and he got up, shouting out.

"Are you okay?!"

"Yes!! I'm fine!" With your reassured response, he promptly sat down and continued working.

You sighed, relieved. This day can't be ruined. As soon as you reached the room, you were hurriedly changing into the formal attire you had chosen.

When you finish, you walked down the stairs, shouting out, "Simon! Go get ready!"

He grunted in response, setting his pen down. Although his face didn't show it, he was a bit excited to see what you had planned.

You grinned, standing outside the house with everything packed up and ready to leave. Simon walked out of the house, quickly locking the door before turning to you with a ghost of a smile on his stubbled face.

"Ready to go, love?"

"Of course." You replied, heat rising to your cheeks. With that, you both got into the car and without more than a few words on how to get to the destination, he drove off. It took nearly an hour to which he began to ask, "How far away is this thing?"

"Not much longer, hun."

Once you had arrived, his breath was taken. The sun had fully set, a shade of purple filling the sky. You laughed softly, "Just wait, it gets better, come with me."

He grumbled something about how 'it's alright, I'm not impressed or whatever,' under his breath as he took your hand. You had reached a stray building, basically crumbling on the sides. It was very old, and Simon seemed a little shocked on how you even found this. So you explained after a couple raised eyebrows and inspecting the cracked, moss ridden walls.

"Well, me and my friends in college did this trip, we passed by here but everyone was curious about this building, it was in better condition back then, of course, but still. The view from the roof is probably the best thing I've ever seen."

He nodded, keeping quiet as you rambled, his heart expanding at the sound of your voice, the tone of remembrance. This while, walking up many flights of stairs. By the time you had arrived at the top, you were out of breath, a little giggly.

"... Ah.." You sighed, "They were really good friends, I miss them sometimes, but the life I chose is really good as well." Eyes stared up at Simon, love filling your chest. He only stared back, smiling softly.

"Well, let's go then, don't you have a surprise and what not?"

You broke the eye contact, nodding and opening the door. Quickly covering Simon's eyes, you chuckled. "Ok, let me set it up first then." He nodded.

"Do your thing, lovie."

It took about 25 minutes, to set up the blanket and food. Everything was going according to plan, the layout looked pleasant and wasn't cluttered. With a soft smile, you began to unpack the telescope. Simon groaned softly, "Are you still working on it?"

"Yes, just give me a few minutes, I'm almost done."

To that, he only could shake his head, exasperated.

Nearly finished, you put the telescope on the edge, and as you fished out the lens, you heard a 'woosh'

Crack! The sound echoed and you shrieked. "No! You've got to be kidding me." Already near tears, Simon uncovered his eyes scrambling to you. He dragged you away from looking over the edge.

"No,no,no, Simon! That was the whole point of this date! Oh my god, it was so expensive too and now we can't even look at the stars I didn't even bring my binoculars either aw fuck i'm so sorry hun I didn't mean-"

Simon put a finger on your lips. "Darling, listen," He wiped the stray tears from your face. "It's okay. Don't even worry about that. I'll replace it later, we'll see what happened to it after. You worked too damn hard on this for the night to be lost." Simon held you close, kissing the crown of your head.

"Are you sure? What are we even going to do?" You whimpered quietly.

"We can still see the stars, right?" He whispered, "Whatever we do, I'm just glad we're together."

Simon led you to sit down on the blanket, sharing the food you had made. The night was filled with laughs and soft kisses, promises made to fix the telescope and all in all, you enjoyed it.

When the sun began to rise, you and Simon had already taken everything and stashed it away, now you were just staring at the telescope. Its mirrors had all been shattered, the legs were contorted. It was just a big mess, your heart broke a little for it. Simon wrapped an arm around you, shaking you.

"It'll be alright. I told you I'll replace it."

You only nodded. And within a week, a brand new telescope appeared in your room.

[wingedcupcaketimemachine]

The Mystery of the Barnet Clan Harry Potter x Reader Series

First Year Chapter 2: The Weasleys and Diagon Alley

Pairing: Harry Potter x Fem!Gryffindor!Reader

Summary: (Y/N) and her family have dinner with the Weasleys before their trip to Diagon Alley

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2,537

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As (Y/N) stepped out of the fireplace at the burrow, she quickly dusted off the black soot that had collected in a thin layer atop her trousers.

She really hated traveling by floo.

When (Y/N) finished dusting herself off, she was immediately met with the face of her childhood best friend.

“You lot are here earlier than we expected. Mum still isn’t finished with dinner yet.”

Ron hadn’t changed at all since she had last seen him, which, at this point, was several months ago. He still has the same fiery red hair, gangly arms and legs, and a copious amount of freckles.

“Mum was in a rush to get here once she found out you got your letter,” said (Y/N), “Which reminds me, we’ve got your owl.”

As though (Y/N) herself had summoned them, her parents appeared at the Burrow and stepped out of the fireplace.

“I’ve always hated traveling by floo,” said Mrs. Barnet before handing Errol to Ron, ”Take him for me will you? I’ll never understand why Molly insists on sending him out in this kind of weather. He’s much too old.”

“Useless old lump,” said Ron, placing Errol back in the cage, “What’s the point of having an owl if it can’t even finish one delivery before basically passing out.”

“He was flying in really nasty weather, Ron,” argued (Y/N), “That would be rough on any owl.”

”She’s right, Ron. Stop picking on poor Errol,” said a familiar voice.

Fred, (Y/N) assumed.

“Yeah, Ron. How would you like to be the one making deliveries in this weather,” came George���s voice, “Come to think of it, I do need to practice my charms work. I could practice on you.”

Ron’s ears turned an angry shade of red.

“Come off it,” said Ron, “I know you two can’t do magic outside of school. Besides, I’m going to Hogwarts this year too. I’ll show you--”

“Show us what Ron? Your hidden magical prowess?” said Fred.

Ron made a very foul hand gesture at Fred, which was, unfortunately, seen by his mother.

“Ron!” she said sternly, “Don’t you ever let me see you doing that again!”

Ron grumbled darkly under his breath as Mrs. Weasley moved forward to greet (Y/N).

“We weren’t expecting you so early, dear, or else dinner would have already been served,” said Mrs. Weasley, pulling (Y/N) into a tight hug, “I heard you’ve gotten your Hogwarts letter. You’re excited, I expect?”

“Of course,” said (Y/N), “Excited, and a bit nervous I suppose.”

“That’s to be expected. Ron’s a bit nervous too. My best years were at Hogwarts. I expect yours will be too.”

With that, she left the room, instructing Fred and George to set the table for dinner on her way to the kitchen.

“We might as well help out,” said Ron, “We’ll be able to eat faster that way.”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes in amusement.

“All you can ever think about is food.

(Y/N) forgot how good Mrs. Weasley’s cooking was. Dinner was comprised of a large spread that covered nearly the entire table. About halfway through dinner, Mr. Weasley had finally arrived at the Burrow.

“Sorry all, got held up at the office,” he said, before taking his place at the dinner table, “Everything looks wonderful Molly.”

“I was under the impression that you would be on time for dinner tonight, Arthur,” she scolded, “Especially since we have guests.”

“Well, as I said, Molly, dear,” he stammered, “I was held up at the office. Very…very important work.”

Mrs. Weasley pursed her lips in a very annoyed sort of way.

“I wasn’t aware that tinkering around with muggle objects counted as ‘very important work.’”

Mr. Weasley’s ears turned red in the same way Ron’s did whenever he got embarrassed.

“It's really no issue at all,” said Mr. Barnet, attempting to ease the tension, “We’re practically family. I didn’t think we counted as guests anymore.”

His wife was quick to come to his aid.

“Anthony is right. There’s no issue at all, Molly,” said Mrs. Barnet, “Besides, we should focus on celebrating (Y/N) and Ron for getting into Hogwarts, should we not?”

Mrs. Weasley seemed to give up on chastizing her husband, allowing for more lighthearted conversation to fill the table.

(Y/N) fell into easy conversation with Ginny, the youngest Weasley sibling. As Ginny was the only girl of seven children, and (Y/N) had no siblings of her own, the two girls would often seek each other out whenever (Y/N) and her parents would visit the Burrow.

“How’ve you been Ginny? Are you excited to finally have the house to yourself? It’ll just be you and your mum, right?”

Ginny’s eyes darkened.

“Not really. I don’t much fancy being stuck in the house all day with only mum for company.”

(Y/N) sympathized with this. She often resented her parents’ dedication to their jobs at the ministry and was often stuck at home with nothing but her own loneliness for company. She, perhaps, understood Ginny in that way.

After the dinner table was filled with nothing but abandoned plates and empty goblets, Mr. Barnet stood from the table.

“We’d best be off then,” he said, helping his wife from her seat at the table, “Tomorrow’s another early day in the office for me.”

“But what about Diagon Alley? We still have to get our school stuff!” said (Y/N).

“Don’t worry,” said Mr. Barnet, patiently, “There will be plenty of time for that soon. I promise.”

Apparently (Y/N) and her father had very different definitions of the word ‘soon.’ It had been nearly four weeks since their dinner with the Weasleys by the time both of her parents had enough time off of work to take her to Diagon Alley. But finally, on July 31, she was able to shop for her Hogwarts school supplies.

(Y/N) had visited Diagon Alley plenty of times growing up, but the place seemed even more magical as her first year at Hogwarts was quickly approaching.

“Where are we off to first?” (Y/N) asked her parents as she scanned the list that had come with her acceptance letter.

The list, (Y/N) thought, was massive. It included everything a young witch or wizard could need, including standard spell books, basic potion-making materials, and, most importantly, a wand.

(Y/N)’s father seemed to read her mind before he spoke.

“I expect you’ll want to stop at Ollivander’s first. After all, what’s a witch without her wand?” he said with a twinkle in his eye.

“Now hold on, the both of you,” said Mrs. Barnet, stopping them in their tracks, “We can’t buy much of anything until we’ve got some gold. We’re off to Gringotts first.”

She then turned on the spot in pursuit of the wizarding bank, giving (Y/N) and her father no choice but to follow.

As (Y/N) entered the large building with her parents, walking along the long narrow pathway to the front desk.

(Y/N) kept her eyes low as she followed closely behind her parents. Goblins has always made her uneasy. She felt it was only a matter of time before the goblins turned on wizardkind after years of constant mistreatment.

Her father cleared his throat as they reached the front of the room, and the goblin sitting at the front desk looked up in recognition.

“Mr.Barnet. How can I be of assistance?” spoke the goblin.

“We’d like to make a withdrawal if you don’t mind,” said Mr. Barnet, wordlessly passing the key to the vault over to the goblin.

The goblin passed the key over to yet another goblin, who motioned for the family to follow him.

They took a long, slightly uncomfortable, ride down to one of the lower levels of the bank. This, (Y/N) recalled, was where many of the higher security vaults were. As her father was the last remaining member of a very old pure-blood family, his vault was given very tight security.

After collecting a fair bit of gold from Gringotts, (Y/N) and her parents headed to Ollivander’s to choose her wand.

The group entered the building, which was quite empty of any customers. Although (Y/N) had seen the outside of the building plenty of times, she had never been inside before. It was a quaint shop, with little more than a single frail-looking chair and several tall piles of narrow boxes occupying the space.

As though her very presence had summoned it, Mr. Ollivander’s voice rang through the small shop.

“I’d wondered if I’d be seeing you soon, Miss Barnet. And of course, Mr. and Mrs. Barnet. I remember when you first came into my shop all those years ago,” his gaze then fixed on her mother and then her father, “Silver Lime wood with unicorn hair. Nine and three-quarter inches, and quite flexible. And larch wood with a dragon hearstring core. Fourteen and a quarter inches with quite rigid flexibility, if I am not mistaken.”

“You are never mistaken, Mr. Ollivander,” said Mr. Barnet, a hint of adoration in his voice.

Mr. Ollivander shrugged in a slightly abashed way before turning his attention back to (Y/N).

“Your wand arm, Miss Barnet?”

(Y/N) wordlessly held out her dominant arm as Mr. Ollivander’s measuring tape measured around her body on its own.

“That’s quite enough!” Mr. Ollivander called from a pile of boxes, as the measuring tape had started measuring between her nostrils.

“Right then. We’ll try this one first,” said Mr. Ollivander, as he made his way over to where (Y/N) stood, “Hazlewood with unicorn hair. Ten and a half inches, and quite flexible.”

(Y/N) took the wand, waving it slightly, before Mr. Ollivander quickly snatched it from her.

“No, no,” he muttered to himself, “Not right at all.”

The next several wands she tried were either taken back by Mr. Ollivander immediately. The last wand she had tried, made of holly and phoenix feather, was also rejected by Mr. Ollivander almost instantly.

(Y/N) sighed, beginning to lose hope. She had never heard of any witch or wizard taking this long to find their perfect wand.

As if she could read her mind (Y/N)’s mother called out to her.

“There’s nothing to worry about, love. Your father went through about a hundred wands before he found his perfect match.

Her father looked quite annoyed at this accusation.

“Don’t listen to your mother. It was only 87.”

(Y/N) felt as if she might break her father’s record. She tried wand after wand, but still, Ollivander was unsatisfied with the results. It wasn’t until Mr. Ollivander grabbed a sleek black box that she thought she was making progress in her search for a wand.

“Sycamore wood with unicorn hair. Ten inches and surprisingly swishy.”

(Y/N) took the wand in her hand before she extended her arm. As her fingers wrapped tightly around the wand, she felt a soothing sort of heat beneath her fingers as the wand produced red and gold sparks that shot across the shop.

Her parents clapped politely as Mr. Ollivander packed her wand back into its original box.

“Interesting,” he said as he bowed the family out of the shop, “Interesting indeed.”

After they left Ollivander’s shop, (Y/N) and her parents decided to split up. (Y/N) had been to Diagon Alley enough times to know her way around. Her mother went to Flourish and Blotts to purchase (Y/N)’s new school books, while her father went to buy her ingredients for potions.

When (Y/N) entered Madam Malkin's to buy her new school robes, she was ushered to a spot in the back of the shop near two boys, who seemed to be about her age. One of the boys had a pale pointed face and blond hair, while the other one had messy black hair, with glasses covering his striking emerald eyes. Another witch followed her back to the shop and started fitting her for her robes.

“Are you Hogwarts as well?” the blond boy asked.

“Yes. It's my first year.” said (Y/N).

“Mine as well,” the blond boy replied, “Do either of you know what house you’ll be in?”

“No,” said the other boy as (Y/N) shook her head.

“I haven’t thought about it much, to be honest,” said (Y/N), “but both of my parents were in Ravenclaw. Perhaps I’ll end up there.”

“Well, no one really knows until they get there, do they? But I know I'll be in Slytherin. All our family have been -- imagine being in Hufflepuff, I think I'd leave, wouldn't you?”

(Y/N) made eye contact with the boy with the dark hair and glasses. Neither of them seemed to have anything to say to this.

"I say, look at that man!" said the boy suddenly, nodding toward the front window.

The largest man (Y/N) had ever seen was standing there, grinning at them and pointing at two large ice creams to show he couldn't come in.

"That's Hagrid," said the dark-haired boy, "He works at Hogwarts."

(Y/N) had heard of Hagrid, she realized, from Ron’s older brother, Charlie.

"Oh," said the blond boy, "I've heard of him. He's a sort of servant, isn't he?"

"He's the gamekeeper," said the other.

"Yes, exactly. I heard he's a sort of savage -- lives in a hut on the school grounds and every now and then he gets drunk, tries to do magic, and ends up setting fire to his bed."

"I think he's brilliant," said the dark-haired boy coldly.

"Do you?" said the blond boy, with a slight sneer. "Why is he with you? Where are your parents?"

"They're dead,"

(Y/N) felt a pang of sympathy for the boy. She couldn’t imagine her life without her parents.

"Oh, sorry," said the blond,. not sounding sorry at all. "But they were our kind, weren't they?"

"They were a witch and wizard, if that's what you mean."

"I really don't think they should let the other sort in, do you? They're just not the same, they've never been brought up to know our ways. Some of them have never even heard of Hogwarts until they get the letter, imagine. I think they should keep it in the old wizarding families. What's your surname, anyway?” said the blond boy, looking between them.

“Barnet,” said (Y/N) cooly, “Not that it matters what family I was born into. That doesn’t make me any better than anyone else.”

“I’ve heard of your lot,” said the boy, seemingly ignoring the rest of her words, “One of the oldest and richest pure-blood families in the world from what I’ve heard. Shame most of you have died out though.”

Before she could respond, the witch had finished her fitting, and (Y/N), quite ready to get away from the boy, hopped down from her stool to pay for her robes.

“See you at Hogwarts, I supposed,” the blond boy called after her.

After their brief conversation, (Y/N) secretly hoped that she wouldn’t see much of him at all during her time at Hogwarts.

[gebstargeb]

Art dump 👍(16 drawings, roughly chronological)

first/second digital drawing on PC! been using ibispaint since birth. I used to constantly be like "oh drawing on your phone isn't that hard it just takes practice!" like girl you're not gonna know that you're in hell if you were born there 😭

Art fight for ritterdoodles oc, Calaca, my favorite art fight from this year. First digital drawing in half a year, then immediately forgot how to do line art afterward and stopped drawing digitally for another half a year.

Steven at his desk, tried to replicate the shading from my art fight attack but… lord it's kinda ugly

trying rendering out on PC for the first time, eurgh

Sketch for a fake Daredevil comic cover? Looks like I'm the floor and he's about to death-drop on me

a sketch for a comic about daredevil being emo and being like “No… I only work alone...” Moon Knight and spider-man are there of course

Harvey from Stardew! My go-to spouse, going for Krobus in my current save though. Practice for a school club, I'm making pixel art for our game! large gap between this and the previous one

I like this drawing a lot and drew it specifically for Instagram, but I don't want to post it there because Peter B. looks pregnant. I NEED to practice drawing chubby people

Digital rendering attempt #2. mmph. its questionable. tried really hard on the composition too lol

steven and layla in their hero suits but they're also in dresses... muah... this was very hard to draw I do not know how to draw two people looking at each other without them looking flirty

spider miku comic book cover! drew it to try and relearn digital art! her webs are music notes! large gap between this and the pervious one

trying to reteach myself line art, halfway through I realized it kinda looks like that "all or nothing" Tumblr post and stopped in fear

large gap between this and the others. I was digitally lining a sketchbook spread and had to crunch out some lineart warmups because I was struggling so hard, idk why lineart is so stressful for me lol

this is gorgeous this made digital art click for me again I love layla shes so pretty shes my wife

realized if I wanna do lineart warmups I should do... just lineart... wow. I'm like plato.

tried to recreate the beauty of number two, not same vibe but still very pretty!!!

hmu for commissions 😘deviant art points only tho <//3

[autobot-ratchet]

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MTMTE 37

I forgot about Roddy's built-in shades lmAO lookin slick hon

aww, Cyclonus getting overwhelmed with emotion at seeing his old home again... I also like him apologizing for kicking the shit out of Tailgate way back near the beginning of the comic when he got upset at him for making him want to be a Decepticon. All he says is “I'm sorry,” does Tailgate even actually know what for lmAO

so fucked up that the little bit of the Shadowplay arc where Rung was fiddling around with a model ship in the background for two seconds was future Rung the whole time. It was even clearly a model of the Lost Light too

love that Cyclonus allows Tailgate to ride in his cockpit. Something something gay joke

poor Rodimus is so over this time travel shit lmAO

ghsfadjks Chromedome and Rewind are having this heart to heart while Whirl is standing like five feet away

ah yes. The curly straw that marked the fall of Cybertron lmAO

I like how Cyclonus agrees that Tailgate's face is punchable lmfAO

interesting that Rewind and Whirl are on the same page about preventing events in the past to change the future

honestly love the reveal that Brainstorm isn't going back in time to kill Orion Pax and win the war for the Decepticons, he's going back to kill Megatron and prevent the war from ever happening in the first place. It's the kind of thing you could pick up on yourself if you're paying attention but still comes as a shock because we don't understand why just yet

MTMTE 38

hell yeah, I love both Percy and Magnus putting Megatron in his place, fuckin tell him

“God, now I'm starting to sound like him” ha ha he's taking up your brain space idiot, get owned

aww, Brainstorm is good... he was just trying to fix things, for everyone...

god damn, Rewind lmAO you got Megatron so shocked he's speaking in lower case

“Megatron dies and we lose: but the universe wins.” man... truly there was no universe where things worked out for everyone, it was always either Cybertron suffers or everyone suffers and I can't blame Rewind for making that call

the way Chromedome is so gentle with him... yOUR HONOR........

I also cannot blame Whirl for saying “fuck the functionists,” like. He's right lmAO

and there it is, the message at the end of the very first issue. Man, it's already been such a journey and I'm only halfway through the story. I do like Cyclonus pointing out that everything they told Rodimus not to do has a net positive outcome, we've been doing so much good even if we've gotten nowhere with our original objective lmAO

BRAINSTORM IS GOOD... still wild that his thing for Quark was explicitly a crush, even if it was only one-way. But the more that the people he loved suffered, the more he wanted to go back and prevent, he just wanted to stop the suffering...

rip to that dude who became the sparkeater. Absolutely hilarious that it's their own fault that was ever there

aww Brainstorm, you do wanna go back to the present, you just don't know it yet, you're gonna be fine

and everyone rejoiced except for Brainstorm and Megatron, it's fine, they'll get over it

and now we've solidified the functionist universe as a thing that exists. So Brainstorm's actions are technically what brought about our final boss, huh? Not purposefully, but you know. It's wild how integral the functionist universe is to the quest lmAO

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ah right time to check back in on team cringelord

this fuckin panel of Helex using his hand to take Blip's brain out of his mouth and put it back on his head may as well not exist, all I can think of is the scrapped version of this panel where he takes it out with his own mouth lmfAO

shout out to this page where Tarn explains why he wears the mask for tricking so many people into believing that he didn't actually enjoy torturing people to death and was just misunderstood lmfAO like straight up I saw so many people like “oh he doesn't want anyone to notice him closing his eyes and not watching the murder it must mean he secretly doesn't want to do it and is actually a good guy deep down!!!” and like. I'm gonna be real I don't know what the fuck Tarn meant by all that but I can pick up enough context clues from everything else he's ever said and done to figure out that he Did Not Mean That lmfAO

ah yes, the only member of the DJD who matters, get their asses, Nickel

I do have to say, Tarn running the DJD like a regular-ass office is extremely funny lmfAO “I'm largely happy with your performance, love the dismemberment, but there is room for improvement”

at least alternate Brainstorm tried to keep the rest of the crew safe. It wasn't his fault the DJD are a bunch of fuckin animals lmAO also oouughfhg that panel of Drift trying to protect Ratchet from Tarn still kicks my ass, he'll beg for Ratchet to put him out of his misery when it's his own life in danger but he'll jump in front of the DJD's ringleader to keep him away from Ratchet...

like. This moment where Tarn attacks Tesarus for the crime of daring to question his decision (in this case, his decision to leave Vos and Kaon to die) makes it pretty clear that Tarn is not secretly good lmfAO like straight up I saw so much bitching when Tarn killed Kaon in the Dying of the Light arc because “Tarn would never! This is OOC, the DJD loves each other, they're like a family!!!” and like... *gestures at this entire issue* *gestures at everything Tarn has ever done* This comic spends every moment that Tarn is on screen making it abundantly clear that his whole entire thing is killing his fellow Decepticons for literally any stupid fuckin reason and Tarn stans could not fucking take it when he killed his fellow Decepticon Kaon for a stupid fuckin reason lmfAO smh my head

it's so tragic because I don't even actually hate the DJD as characters, I think they're great villains. When Tarn showed his ass up in Cyberverse I nearly shit my pants with fear, and that's great! That's the mark of a good fuckin villain character! And even him being so pretentious is great because it makes you REALLY wanna see him get defeated! He's an excellent heel! But MAN were Tarn stans the most obnoxious people alive lmFAO they absolutely tainted him for me which is a shame

lol look at this idiot sulking in the snow because his idol denounced his cause ha ha get rendered obsolete, stupid

honestly Deathsaurus is so valid, get his ass

I cannot wait for Megatron to kill all their asses lmfAO god I cannot wait to get to the Dying of the Light, it's my absolute favorite arc and I'll talk about exactly why once we get there

MTMTE 40

and this one's my favorite individual issue, this is the issue that encapsulates everything I love about this comic, this is what it's all about

urhgjdf Pharma was so close to avoiding Delphi... just the nearest miss........

love the setup of Swerve arranging all these glasses for Tailgate to comically crash into and then he just crashes into Ratchet instead, get wrecked grandpa

aww Swerve don't be mean to Ten, it ain' t his fault your bar's empty

Love Chromedome being Brainstorm's defense lawyer in this trial. Also love Brainstorm immediately throwing Rewind under the bus lmAO I mean he's right but also, hilarious thing to try to pull, all things considered

ooh Nautica's so mad

hell yeah Brainstorm, you're right and you should say it, it's not fair to try to pin the actions of alternate Brainstorm on this Brainstorm, and good for Percy for standing up for him too

loooooooove Ratchet glaring while Brainstorm tells Rodimus he doesn't want to be kicked off the ship because it's his home. It was Drift's home too...

oouufgjd love Getaway feeding Tailgate bullshit significantly less, it's so agonizing watching him slowly manipulate him over the course of the comic

love Ratchet lowkey inviting all his closest friends for a final chat under the guise of checking for “super scraplets,” just stupid enough of a thing to be possible

“The only time people really talk to him is when they're sick- and I know how that feels.” RatcheeEEEETTT........🥺

ghsdfjk Ratchet setting Megatron up for failure in Mirage's bar is so mean lmAO but I mean. All he did was suggest Megatron do a poetry reading, it's Megatron's self-made reputation that's gonna make it a failure, so...

also love how First Aid is immediately onto Ratchet, “You know you can just. Ask to talk to your friends like a normal person right”

Ratchet is so sweet with Ten I'm gonna fuckin cry lmfAO

Magnus is Ten's favorite I'm gonna rip the arms of my chair clean oFF

and there he goes, off to find his man... I like. Still can't believe this happened lmfAO when Drift got exiled, I was fully prepared to never see his ass ever again, I figured his relevance was over and if we ever do see him again it'll be a bit part in a different series written by someone else, I can't believe that he was allowed to be cared about enough for someone to want him back, and especially for that someone to be Ratchet. Being a long-time Dratchet shipper while this comic was still going was just a constant stream of Ws and it was wild to experience lmFAO I had never won that hard in my life, I didn't know what to do with myself

also I just remembered, didn't Empire of Stone come out before this issue? So we already knew Ratchet went to go find Drift, we just didn't know when or why, or if it even actually was Ratchet lmfAO I definitely remember a theory floating around that the Ratchet in EOS was a hallucination or something. I also remember thinking, “Oh god, what horrible thing happened that made Ratchet have to leave the Lost Light,” and being floored when the answer was just that he personally wanted Drift back, there was no emergency, he just missed him. Like. What the fuck that's gay........

[magicalgirlmascot]

Alright who wants to see my old Bionicle humanizations? These were from my modern/college!AU Metru Uni which I made when I was in college. These were all posted on dA circa 2011-12ish, and you have to understand these were drawn by hand, scanned into a computer, and edited using a laptop trackpad and MS Paint. Get ready for a lot of Shoujo Legs and Weird Character Choices. (All images will have their descriptions in the alt text.)

So first of all you have to understand that Vakama was my babygirl for many many years. This guy has the worst social anxiety you've ever seen. Not sure why I decided to take away his glasses when he transformed considering that's one of my least favourite things but whatever.

THIS MAN HAS NO ASS. I mean none of them do but Matau especially, goddamn. Anyway he wanted to dye his hair green so bad but his mom wouldn't let him. This guy is a huge flirt and we stan. Also I think the second image is flipped for some reason.

Okay yeah the second image is definitely flipped why did I do that. I was genuinely trying to make Nokama look cute and fashionable here but also I didn't know how to draw skirts very well so. Yeah. Vakama and Matau were both instantly smitten with her when she showed up and honestly the endgame ship there was Vakama/Nokama but for real it should've been the three of them. God she was so fucking patient

Now I gotta say I have absolutely no clue why the hell I gave Onewa a punk aesthetic (it's not even that punk, really, just what I would've considered punk as a very sheltered teen in 2011) but it kinda fucks actually. He was such a bitch but also he was so right about basically everything. King <3

WHENUA MY BELOVED. He was the oldest out of all of them and straight up had a university degree already but had for some reason decided to go to college after to get qualifications for a job that definitely would have paid less than the job he was originally going for with the university degree but I was dumb as hell and also he had to be at college that was the point of the fic. He and Vakama were roommates (oh my god they were roommates)

Okay so the hairstyle. Um. I was obsessed with Wizard AnimalParade at the time. Also when he lifted the eyepatch on his transformed self he could zoom his vision in and out like a telescope. Also also he was obsessed with astronomy and thought astrology was stupid which. Is very funny writing KNPS now because that version of Nuju has exactly the same opinion

Now, I know what you're thinking. "Hey Rags how come the characters with brown and black as their theme colours are the only brown and black skinned characters" because I was fucking stupid that's why. Moving on.

One of the running gags I had in the manga version of this fic (YES there was a manga version, it only got about halfway through the second chapter) was that Lhikan always had bishounen sparkles every time he appeared. I wanted him to be a pretty boy so bad. I stand by this choice honestly Lhikan should be the prettiest boy. He should be more pretty than he is. VAKAMA SHOULD'VE HAD A BI LITTLE CRUSH ON HIM.

Honestly the only reason his eyes are white here is I forgot to colour them lmao. Dume worked in the college's security office and he was such an uptight old bitch. Look at his stupid little tie clip. This was also before I learned how to, like, make people look older, and so he just looks like a young man with a moustache lol. What learning to draw from Chris Hart books does to a mf

And to round off this part, please have one of the first pieces of digital art I ever did: a cover for the series! Back in the day fanfiction.net let you set a specific cover for a series so I drew this for that. I'm honestly really glad I found this again, I thought that it was lost to time and the only version I had access to was the extremely crunched version still up on ff.net. I drew this all by hand and did all the colouring and shading and stuff using Paint.net, which was a free program. The textures for the dirt and earth were made using MS Paint still though lol.

OKAY there are still about one million billion left to go but I'm calling it here for now so it doesn't get too long. I'll make another post with villains or something later.

Except also here have this no-context picture of Matau that was my deviantart profile picture for a long time.

[annegirl13]

Four DNFs

So, um, we are halfway through February and this is what I have to show for it—four books I didn’t enjoy enough to finish reading.

Must Love Books by Shauna Robinson

I think I read the most on this one. I got maybe a third of the way in early in the month and then forgot about it. I got it to be my first “blind date” book. It hit a little too close to home (main character is depressed and underpaid for all she does at work) but it was also kind of boring and forgettable. Case in point, I got a notification this morning that my library loan had been automatically returned, and I just kind of shrugged and went, “Oh, I forgot that thing.” I’m sure someone would love it, but it wouldn’t have gotten higher than 3 stars from me if I’d finished. 🤷‍♀️

The Amazing Maurice and His Educated Rodents by Terry Pratchett

I wanted to love this one. Terry Pratchett is a favorite and my sister and I were going to buddy read it. And I can see how somebody would like it. It’s Pratchett’s twist on The Pied Piper of Hamelin and I a got shades of Mrs. Frisby and the Rats of NIHM too. I read that book last year and enjoyed it. This book, though…

I have a big issue with the Liar Revealed trope and it seemed like that was exactly where this was going. I also didn’t like any of the characters. I think other people would enjoy it—Terry Pratchett is fantastic—but this one wasn’t for me.

The Accidental Detectives: The Disappearing Jewel of Madagascar by Sigmund Brouwer

I picked this one up at random in a classroom library. It was written in the 50s maybe? It was just not my level. I think some of the kids in that 3rd grade class might like it, but I just couldn’t get into it. I figured out whodunit about two chapters in and the “boys throwing worms at each other” subplot was not my thing.

Interestingly, I also read a bit of Encyclopedia Brown that day. (Not including it here because I read maybe one chapter, I’ve read it before, and I never intended to finish it that day.) I think the little mysteries in Encyclopedia Brown were better written than the big mystery in the other book. 🤷‍♀️

Gideon the Ninth by Tamsyn Muir

I wanted to love this one. “Lesbian necromancers explore a haunted palace in space”? “The most fun you’ll have with a skeleton?” Fun! Sure! Sign me up. Except that was not what I got. I only got 40 pages in, so maybe I just needed to push through, but what I got was one cool fight in the midst of a lot of world building dump. I know a lot of people like this book and 40 pages out of almost 500 is nothing, and I’m going to give it another chance. I’m going to get the audiobook with my next Audible credit. But the part I actually read? Not too gripping. 🤷‍♀️

I have been rereading some favorite fan fiction, and I listened to a lot of a podcast, but I haven’t really been reading much. Ah well. I’ve got other books to try and half a month left.

[thearchivistsjournal]

Day 282,

Morning thought: With the equinox costumes looking more like nature sprites than shades save for the color, might that be an indication that the nature sprite could be bought off or appeased with similar offerings?

*******

Finally got around to talking to Pat today.

I figured if I was going to do it, best to head out first thing in the morning and try to catch him on his usual beach walk.  The clouds were starting to gather and darken so I grabbed the umbrella that I’d been itching for an opportunity to finally use.  As it turned out, that opportunity came quickly, for the rain began shortly before I reached the beach.

It was a light rain, with little wind to speak of so that the droplets came almost straight down.  Perfect conditions for an initial test.  A test that was well passed.  Melaina did good work.

When I first deployed the umbrella, I wound up just standing there for a long moment, listening to the soothing music of the drops against the canopy.  The passing thought that Pat might be stuck out in this rain (not that it was a particularly bad rain to be stuck in) shook me from my reverie.  That was, of course, assuming that the elder didn’t simply look at the clouds as I did, come the same conclusion, and decide to skip his walk.

As it turned out, I wound up catching him on his way back to his house.  Of course, I offered to cover him with the umbrella.  He accepted and thanked me, although based on the way he chuckled at it, I think it was more out of amusement at the novelty than any desire to stay dry.  We kept the conversation light while we walked, mostly about the umbrella and the equinox festival.  

He told me that he managed to see more of my telling this time around and that I seemed more confident than I had with the first one.  I got halfway through saying something self-effacing about my performance before I realized I was doing it again, stopped myself, and accepted the compliment.  He had also figured out that it was another tale I’d spun myself, which was much harder not to be self-conscious about, despite the fact that he was nothing but encouraging.  I’m still not convinced the story was actually all that good, but it felt nice all the same to hear him talk about it like it was.

By the time we reached the house it had already stopped raining, but Pat invited me in anyway.  I helped him put on some tea, and after several minutes of sitting down and making further small talk, Pat said that, as nice as this morning’s been, I had the look of someone who wants to talk about something bothering them but is having trouble bringing it up.

As usual, he was right.  I hadn’t consciously realized I was doing that again with the avoidance until he pointed it out and was grateful for the push.  I confided that it was multiple things actually, but I’d start with the one I actually came intending to talk about.

And so I told him about the recent developments with the nightmares of the Catacomb Depths.  Of more and more being funneled ever deeper.  Of the weirdly organic nature the stone walls had taken on, the proper Catacombs left behind far above.  Of my choice months ago to actively try to go deeper, speeding up my descent.  Of how I now regretted that decision and feared I had somehow doomed myself to - at best - a lifetime of even worse nightmares than I might otherwise have had to deal with.  Of how a vague hope of finding answers at the bottom (if there is one) had turned into a fear of calamity and ruin once I get there.

Looking back, I somehow forgot to mention the idea I’d had of making use of that rhythm once more.

Unfortunately, while the old man looked on me with sympathy in his eyes and tried to comfort me the best he could, he had no answers for me this time, not even cryptic ones.  He confessed that despite his age - or perhaps for the same reasons he’d reached that age - he had never actually had a Catacomb nightmare himself.  Between that and the unspoken taboo around the subject he knew little about that dream place, probably even less than I did.  Even the outsiders he’d seen come and go over the years usually didn’t talk much about those nightmares, so if any of them had gone deep enough to see what I was seeing now they never told him about it.

The one bit of advice he could give me on it was to try to leave my fears of those dreams in dream.  Easier said than done, he admitted, but, as far as he knew no one had ever - to quote my own fears that I’d mentioned - “died or lost their minds” from dreaming too deeply.

That knowledge helped a little.  So long as I don’t let myself think too hard about all the ways regular horrifying nightmares could ruin a person that wasn’t obviously traced to said nightmare.

Perhaps Pat saw that I was starting to dwell such and needed a change in topic, or perhaps he just figured that he’d helped all he could on that particular issue, for he then asked about the other troubles I’d mentioned.

I said that this one was more of a question and curiosity that I’d been meaning to ask about than a “trouble,” although I supposed certain implications of it could be troubling.  And thus I went on to tell him about the ruins we’d found on Iole’s island that looked to be the remains of a second village (Village?).

When I finished my explanation of what we found and asked him if he knew about it, he said that he did.  He’d actually seen them himself in his younger days, tagging along with his outsider friend who would one day find the edge of the world, and in the many years since then a handful of other outsiders had found it and asked the same question with the same implication I was asking now.  And to them he told the same thing he went on to tell me: Like the cathedral, those ruins were old even when he was young.  The only one who might know the truth behind them is Theo, and, as I well know, the old guardian’s not inclined to give answers.  That said, when Pat and his childhood friend returned to the Village from that particular excursion and started talking about those ruins, it was the first time Pat ever recalled seeing Theo angry and he started laying into Pat’s friend (who had always been more about exploration for exploration’s sake rather than finding answers) about the danger of too much digging and asking “why”.  Since then, Pat had always suspected that other Village of being the reason for Theo’s attitude toward questions, but had no proof.  On the other hand, perhaps Theo simply sought to spare the residents of this Village from the existential dread that can arise from the implication that their home might not be eternal.

At that last point, I mentioned that Lin and Cass had certainly been disturbed by the finding.  Similarly with when we found that metal pillar out at sea, but I suspect that was for a different reason.  That then got Pat asking about the pillar since it was the first I’d mentioned it.  After I’d described that encounter Pat mused that it was probably related to Cloud Tower in some form, inspiring the same aversion that most villagers seem to have to it but none - himself included - ever seem able to properly describe or put into words.  Indescribable, yet distinct enough that they actually had a word for it /\/\/\/ 

Okay, ow… and it seems that it’s another one of those rare words like the actual name for fairy juice that I just can’t seem to properly “translate” and concentrating too hard on trying to figure out how to write it down brings back the old headaches.  For now, I suppose I’ll just refer to it as “tower fear.”

But back to my talk with Pat.  What’s left there is to tell of it at any rate.  Eventually, after some more gentle prodding from Pat, we got around to the last of the things that had really been bothering me.  And in typical fashion, with it being the one bothering me the most, it was the hardest for me to make myself talk about.

And thus, with no little amount of stumbling, false starts, overlong-pauses, and talking in circles, I started to confide in Pat about my recent worries regarding Lin ever since she got back.  Ever since she ran off, really.

For better or for worse though, “started to” is the operative phrase there.  I was still trying to get my feelings in a coherent order when someone started knocking at the door.  Relieved at the excuse to stop talking for a moment, I hopped up and told Pat I’d get the door for him.

It was Lin.

She was as surprised to see me as I was to see her.  The most expression I’d seen her show since she got back.

An uncomfortable silence as we tried to find what to say.

She apologized for interrupting and said she could come back later.

I lied and said that I was just getting ready to head back to the library anyway, so it was no problem.

Silence again as we both stood in the doorway.

In a flash, I imagined throwing my arms around her.  Hugging her tight and tearfully saying that I’m glad she’s back.  Assuring her that I know she’s hurting and that I and others care for her and are here to help.  Confessing that I think of her as my best friend and am there for her the way she’s been there for me.  Telling her that I know Maiko will be back eventually and that I believe they’ll be able to work things out and be happy together.  Reminding her that however bad things might seem she’s not alone.

I stepped aside so she could enter, grabbed my umbrella from where it was leaning against the door, told her that it was nice to see her again and that she knew where to find me if she needed anything, and departed.

As I left, Pat called out that regarding the last thing we talked about I just need to trust myself and do what feels right.

Easier said than done Pat, but I appreciate your faith in me.

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[daredevil-1910]

I know ive been missing for a while i havent really been feeling myself but anyway heres a small part of whats to come for the MHA fanfic ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

After a rather awkward conversation Yori had with Uraraka on the phone, he started taking her to and from school for what seemed like a month, apparently there had to be changes done to the dorms, they were going to be told about this first thing Monday, but it was Friday afternoon and Yori was driving quietly after a long day of exams.

"So, how did your physics exam go?" Uraraka had been trying to keep Yori on track as thanks for giving her a ride, a task that has proven to be extremely difficult

"Well halfway through I completely forgot most of the formulas and I’m pretty sure on one of the math questions I answered Africa, so... I’d say not great" he said frustrated.

"How about the physical and Quirk exams?" She asked hoping he had done better there since he used all of his free time to train. She figured this out when she tried in various instances to try and get him to go somewhere with her.

"The PT was fine, I don’t think I really gave my all, but I passed so that’s great and apparently my father thinks I’m holding back so I have to repeat it tomorrow, other than that fantastic, how did you do, you had your English test today right?" Yori asked in an effort to take the conversation away from him.

"It was great, few hiccups nothing major"

"That’s good, did you do what I told you to do?" he asked with a smirk already knowing the answer

"You mean bat my "pretty lashes" at the professor to make sure I get a good grade, no I didn’t"

"Well, I’m just saying, it’s always worked for me."

"Oh yeah than why did you fail your last calculus test"

"Whatever, are you hungry?" when Yori looked at her he could tell she got slightly uncomfortable

"No, I don’t have eating out money so, I’ll eat at home." she quickly waved him off and looked outside, embarrassed

"Did I ask you if you had money or did, I ask you if you were hungry?" He asked without looking at her.

"If I was hungry, but-" Yori interrupted her

"Nuff said, I know this awesome pizza place you are just going to love" he turned on his turn signal but when he was about to take his turn another car came speeding inches away from his. Uraraka instinctively grasped Yori's hand. Yori was about to yell at the person, but he was already too far, so he didn’t even bother. when he noticed Uraraka hand on his he smiled.

"Ma'am I know, manly, rough hands might make you feel safer, but you are cutting the circulation from my fingers." he mocked with a chuckle. she quickly let go of his hand, suddenly aware of what she was doing.

"Oh, I’m sorry" her cheeks flushed a bright shade of pink.

[asteralis-01]

I am horribly bad at self belittling, so I can’t say anything on that. But I can say that complimenting people also works, really well. I used to do it a lot as a kid, then my abuser scared me out of it, but about halfway through i realized‘ I’ll just compliment people when they are not around’ so I started doing it again and I literally cannot stop. It’s like an impulse, you get to a point where you *have* to go tell that person that they are pretty bc what if they haven’t been told how cool their dress is and also if you tell them then you can learn where it came from and you can get your own. It’s so rewarding to see people react- and it’s funny to see bitchy people who don’t reciprocate or get mad about it. It opens people up- I can’t tell you how many time a boring wait in a grocery line turned into a great conversation where you learned new things just because I found interest in someone’s appearance. You don’t even have to be specific with it- “I like your *article of clothing/accesory/hair or nails*” gets people going every time !! Really specific ones though make people kind of step back and think- “*insert color of clothing* looks really good on you” “*length/style* of hair really suits you” or just being more verbose, saying things like stunning or elegant. Not to mention, it gives people the power to compliment you back- or give you the compliment in the first place. So many times people respond with “oh thank you! I actually really wanted to tell you *insert compliment of their own that typically devolves into a really cool conversation with people where I learn something*” People want to compliment people, we want to engage when we see other people expressing a similar interest or who just are beautiful even if it’s not romantic, but we’re just too scared of a species.

I have made many mistakes while complimenting- for example, I view the golden girls as women of empowerment. So one day when I saw this absolutely fabulous old woman in kings I complimented her outfit and makeup, and said she had the energy of a golden girl. My mom Immediately turned around and apologized and the woman laughed and said ‘it’s alright’ so I just flat out asked ‘what did I do’ and they told me that calling someone a golden girl was an insult about their age. I immediately apologized and explained how I saw it- and whether they thought I was being serious or just ‘using an excuse to justify what I said’ or whatever, she can’t deny that I said that I thought she seemed like a strong and confident woman. And i think she was pleased with it.

Do it!! Compliment the people!! Do it scared!! And do it for men/masculine presenting people too (although, for safety avoid words that describe them and lean more towards ‘I like’ ‘that’s cool’ or ‘that looks good’ statements. I find that a lot of the words to describe how pretty something is- including pretty- are associated to femininity and can end up having the opposite effect especially for men, trans or otherwise, who are struggling with not feeling masculine enough.). Do it for everyone, of every group. I one complimented a row of Hijabi girls at an amusement parks bc they were all wearing matching outfits and hijabs and they asked me to take a picture with them because they were so happy. Every elderly person I’ve complimented on their outfit or item of clothing gave me a very unique and interesting tale about their past and experience, most of which helped me to gain my current outlook on life.

Update I forgot to mention: don’t do it for this reason but a bonus to doing this is you get free shit literally all the time. I have gotten free food bc I complimented my server/person taking my order/someone working who caught my eye. I complimented a lady at a thrift store once on her shades and she gave me them and they were my favorite pair of glasses before they broke. I have complimented people on their art and some either give me the piece I complimented or make me a whole new one. It is rewarding in so many ways and hardly ever negative. Honestly, as long as you are with someone who can help protect you in the *extremely* rare chance they attack you for it (being with people makes it not happen in the first place, and I’ve only ever seen it once and it wasn’t my experience) there are absolutely no downside to complimenting people. Go compliment people. Btw you are also people so don’t forget to compliment yourself bc you will have the same reaction.

a fools guide to not wanting to die anymore

by me, a fool who doesnt wanna die anymore 

never make a suicide joke again. yes this includes “i wanna die” as a figure of speech. swear off of it. actually make an effort to change how you think about things.

find something to compliment someone for at least 4 times a day. notice the little things about the world that make you happy, and use that to make other people happy.

talk to people. initiate conversation as often as you possibly can. keep your mind busy and you wont have to worry anymore

picture the bad intrusive thoughts in youe head as an edgy 13 year old and tell them to go be emo somewhere else

if someone makes you feel bad most of the time, stop talking to them. making yourself hang out with people who drain you is self harm. stop it.

[hyperfixated-homo]

I made some more fanart of @korruptbrekker 's ocs! Ft another spotlight lighting system apparently? Something about drawing your ocs make's me want to use spotlights ig lol

Click for quality! Two different light versions + unshaded under the cut

[emulation-0]

Happy Birthday <33

i hope he likes his present very much <3

the @ is my instagram

[rainsoughtflowers]

oh em gee it’s 2:22 am and i just woke up from a dream about this. sae-byeok x drunk reader who won’t stop telling her how pretty she is. or just complimenting her in general. i forgot literally everything about the dream ☹️

moondrunk

tw/cw - intoxication

if you could, you’d get drunk off of the laughter and smiles sae-byeok gifted you with each night.

there was something intoxicating about her presence. perhaps it was her laugh, quiet and brief each time it left though the cracks of her lips, fingers reaching up to muffle the sound from peering ears. maybe it was the gentle smile she’d give you as a greeting, painting her features oh so lovely and causing you to quirk your mouth back up in response. or perhaps, it was the shades of hickory dripping with honey each time she held you within her gaze, lulling you in and leaving you breathless at the sight alone.

“you’re so pretty, sae-byeok.” you mumbled sleepily, eyes struggling to remain open. the reason you were still awake despite the cups of alcohol drowned earlier that evening was solely because of that fact. admiring the features of the girl as she worked around the kitchen to create something that would sober you up, and not leave you with a hangover when the morning birds sang.

she let out a small breath, similar to the laughs she struggled to keep in. it only made your smile widen, “you’re drunk.”

“drunk thoughts are sober thoughts.” you quickly quipped back, not missing a beat to deny her false claim. because she was. sae-byeok was so pretty, and you’d sing about it until your throat was sore and the world had gone quiet.

sae-byeok paused, staring at the cup only filled halfway. her lashes fluttered along to the butterflies gracing your ribcage, urging you to reach forward and cup her face between your hands. she appeared taken aback for a brief moment, not expecting the sudden feel of your thumbs gracing the constellations splayed across her cheeks or the sunsets warming the pads of your thumbs. the moment of surprise was gone just as quickly however, replaced with her gentle gaze and soft smile returning your admiration.

“prettiest girl in the world.” you giggled, lining the appendages of her lips before proceeding to leave a lingering kiss on the corner, “so so pretty.”

your strings of compliments and honey filled words grew to become incoherent the more you brushed your lips across her skin, holding her as if a delicate flower in the bleak midwinter. holding her as if hoping she’d understand just how precious she was, feeling it in the way you mumbled sleepily against her lips and placed them on the tip of her nose. it continued even as she groaned and playfully pushed you off, still going on about your intoxication while forcing you to change so you could go to bed. even as you lay under the covers and the moonlight filtered through the cracks of your windowsill, splayed across her features.

alcohol may have been running through your veins and leaving you tipsy, but it was she, kang sae-byeok, who left you drunk beyond repair. she was the reason for your intoxication, and yet the only one to satiate your addiction.

menu. upside down peach cake.

[thefangirlthatwaited]

Encounter Crow x Female Guardian

He falls onto the couch, arm over his eyes, as Glint comes to lay on his chest. I grab some leftovers from dinner, place the plate beside him before taking up my sketchbook, and start sketching him. He barely moved when I put the plate down, which I knew meant he was deep in thought, and I knew he would talk to me when he was ready. So in the meantime, I will draw him. I balanced the book on my legs and started from his face, and moved downward. I'm about halfway done when Crow begins to stir. He moved his arm, and I could see him eyeing me from his spot on the couch. I continue to focus on my sketch, working on the fine details of his chest piece. "How long have you been drawing me?" He asks, and I shrug my shoulders. "Since I put your food down, and you didn't react."

He looks to the plate beside him, and his smile fades. "Sorry." I wave him off, not looking up from my sketch pad. He finally sits up and starts to eat. "Will I get to see the finished product?" Crow asks in between bites. "Maybe. It all depends on how it turns out." I chuckle. I hear Crow whisper something to Glint, but I don't catch what it is. The next thing I know, my sketchbook is out of my hand, and Crow is looming above me. "You seem to be over exaggerating how I look." He starts flipping through more of my book. "Definitely. I don't look anything like this." He flips the book showing me the drawing he was talking about. I feel my cheeks burn as I come face to face with the sketch of a half-naked Crow. I completely forgot about these. I used to draw him when I couldn't sleep, and he was the perfect thing to sketch since he was asleep beside me. "It looks exactly like you!" I jump, trying to grab the book, but he holds it up higher out of my reach. I hate being short. "I don't think so. I think you embellished it. It's cute."

My cheek went a darker shade of blue as I was modified. I knew he was teasing, but it didn't make it any less embarrassing. I look away, trying to hide my embarrassment, but Crow grips my chin holding my gaze. "You're cute when you blush."

Full chapter on Ao3