#i have difficulty calling him *my* oc lol

[graysongraysoff]

i wish you could have more than 4 muses on fashion dreamer anyway having a nanami muse has been fun but i kinda wanna turn him into sparrow's bf now

[acidakerizo-47]

omg sorry i was dead a little and I'm glad that you still asking me an interesting requests and questions in Fandom and I'll wait for more! and of course I'll try to answer on all on them xd

sooo... what can i show? i made with my son some ideas for fan iz scenarios and i wanna show you a little concept i made uuuh (it's our rp idea mostly lol but idk i just wanna tell you more about it idk)

this is idea about socialisation test in irken armada that shows how specific races can cope with difficulties together with their relatives BUT something didn’t go according to plan and Dib also ended up at this test when he shouldn’t have been there

no matter how comical it was, Dib was assigned to the giant team (their race is a huge stone people similar to rhinoceroses and cobblestones at the same time), which he turned out to be absolutely unnecessary and the bets on his speedy death were wild

bc of negative situation he had to survive more alone and sometimes even get help from Zim (Zim donated his battle gear to Dib calling him an asshole at the time).

Zim's team consisted of Tak and another Irken unfamiliar to him who was a former invader until he lost part of his health (his name is Tom, his participation in this testing is still unclear but he himself volunteered to support Tak)

as it may despite the goal of winning, for the sake of a big prize Zim disappointed not only his team he did it also on those who bet a big money on Dib's death due to the fact that he had to save him more than participate in the testing...

I'm not sure this idea is so good Idk if I should tell the details of what's happening in this scenario I didn't write too much information

huge stone rhinoceroses and Tom is... OCs i just made lol? the ideas on them are very empty..? you can see it right away from the first three characters but Tom has most meaningful bio...

I'm feeling a little doubtful about it cuz now I'm too stupid after artblock...

[kibblemode]

I know like nothing about any of ur ocs or works so, could you sum up telling me about whichever you want so I can ask more questions in person? Please feel free to make the ask as long as possible!

stares autistically...YAYU..galaxy quest is my Main ocverse bc its almost 11 yrs old now and its just been a default in my mind since i was 11-12ish but capitalist creepshow is a close 2nd with how fleshed out it is...my oc carrd has some good info character wise but its lacking on worldbuilding + plot stuff bc im insanely character focused and suck at that shit badly LOL, also the plot/episode page and number of seasons on gq's page is outdated bc i recently like completely redid the plot and havent updated it yet 😭 anyway u can have existing gq lore. sorry if this is weirdly worded and hard to understand im at work rn 😢 i also have a couple scattered tumblr posts on random important bits of lore/character stuff ill get them later. oh ya and toyhouse if u want to see whos who or whatever. a couple side characters havent been redesigned yet but ill get there eventually lol

gq is like. a 90s-2000s CN styled adult cartoon (i always sum it up as if futurama and chowder were 1 cartoon. BIG BIG influences from chowder especially with the voice acting my goddd )..its Planned to have 5 seasons, it used to be 4 but with the new plot i had to add one to fit it in without Completely starting over on every single season lol, also perhaps 1 semi canon movie and a small side series for a bunch of silly mostly canon fillers i couldnt fit into the show itself.

so like i said im bad at having a consistent plot, also words are hard for me so ur getting a Very shitty bastardized version of what i Do have.

Basically it takes place mostly on 2 planets, earth and alkaliba(i hate this name i made it up when i was like 15ish, i just cant think of something better rn😔) its initially in 2009, but actually this is like a Different 2009. bc basically there was a mass extinction like several hundred million years ago and everything just kinda started over but like only Slightly different (sounds stupid af out loud but just trust me ok) alkaliba had existed for a Very long time the next galaxy over and it just so happens that the planet is dying and all their natural resources are fucked. so melody (lenarrs mom) set up an agreement with alkaliba that they could borror resources from earth. (melody is thousands of years old, but thats a secret lol) also melody was from another dimension Also a very powerful sorcerer and kept most of her spells and whatnot in her journal But its written in her native dimensions language which nobody on earth (except lenarr) can read. anyway she used her magic to connect the 2 planets using a series of portals called stargates (again. subject to change, also they connect to a Lot of other planets besides just earth but whatever) that allowed ppl to easily travel between the 2. bc of this alkaliba Kinda "colonized" (FOR LACK OF A BETTER WORD) earth? and that was normal for a few thousand years.

anyway for s1 jump ahead to where canon starts (2009) tix is sent to earth by meredith (queen of alkaliba, tix is her son but u dont know that until later in s1 when they actually Go to alkaliba) to pretty much track lenarr down and convince him to use his powers he inherented from melody (lenarr is not aware of this at all) to pretty much save alkaliba (BIG SPOILER. THIS IS SOMEWHAT DISHONEST. sure lenarr could Choose to save alkaliba but that would result in the destruction of earth or it could be vice versa. it cant be both BUT youll see) so he find lenarr Completely by coincidence after lenarr offers to help him bc tix has never seen snow or ice in his life and is having Difficulty. anyway this is ridiculous that i havent figured this out after 10+ years but tix does Something to convince lenarr to go with him, bc obviously lenarr would be very hesitant to. a bunch of shit happens u know the drill 1st episode shit to establish everything. i could type out a full episode 1 plot but i don't particularly want to rn😢

s2-3 is just mostly playing toys w my characters and tix teaching lenarr how to use his powers (s1 finale is when lenarr starts to Get it but u know) also s2 is noodles villain arc and s3 has eugene in it which is so fun bc i really really like noodle and eugene is funny. OH AND THE MAIN VILLAINS. hydro is the Main antagonist but he has 5 other idek what to call them. henchmen????? that either work for him (griff, dimentia, derric) Or are loyal to him bc he practically saved their life (grem and pixie, also dimentia a little? its complicated) and while Yes hydro IS a villain and he IS evil, hes actually just trying to save earth bc in his mind alkaliba is actually like the typical alien invasion thing u see in movies (not exactly whats happening but it Is possible u could see it that way) he just goes abt it in the weirdest most fucked up way possible. also BIG plotpoint worth mentioning, grem and tix were dating for at least 3000+ years before tix left him for his (now deceased) wife, which grem is Extremely bitter abt. so hes obviously loyal to hydro bc hydro helped him escape his abusive father BUT hes also doing it for himself to get back at tix. (important note tix Was the asshole in that situation 100%, grem is actually right to be upset a little but probably not That much) anyway once lenarr tix and zach(forgot to mention zach is tixs best friend who tix brings along bc hes smart and good at strategizing, also bc tix is GAYYYYYY) get to alkaliba finally it is literally impossible to conceal the fact that tix is a prince there. and bc lenarr doesnt know the Real reason why hes there he doesnt think much of it, in fact he finds it weird that tix wouldnt tell him that.

jumping allll the way to s4 when the Actual shit goes down. this is where shit gets less in depth bc its Extremely new..this is when lenarr learns that hes being used to basically doom earth, u know. his home planet. (considering having either hydro or grem tell him, not in a nice way either) obviously he gets really upset abt this, Especially bc its been at least a couple years since canon started and zach and tix are basically like family to him at this point. he probably runs off idk. i need to think abt it more bc i JUST made this up but im considering recycling an OLDD concept from like early highschool gq where lenarr gets to visit melody in her home dimension. also forgot to mention. melody and lenarrs older brother ruben both committed suicide when lenarr was younger. melody only did it to go back to her home dimension, but ruben did it bc he got rlly depressed after melody died ÷(

anyway lenarr gets to see melody, its very sweet ÷) he talks to her abt his problem abd she gives him some kinda cryptic advice bc Plot. this changes lenarr basically, at this point hes mastered melodys spellbook and Now he can create his own spells or whatever. SO. he comes up with a way to make it so NEITHER planet gets destroyed somehow. this works bc lenarr is actually like twice as powrful as melody at his full potential. after this the main villains would most likely have their redemption arcs somehow i havent thought up What exactly happens yet. and for s5 its basically just me wrapping things up and playing with my toys freely...theres still active plot happening thats very relevant to the story obviously but its a liiiiitle less high stakes and thats all i got in regards to the main plot bc if i sat here and typed a detailed explanation of my fun fillers id be here for years

SOME GENERAL TRIVIA FUN FACTS DEVELOPMENT SHIT 4 FUNSIES TOO.

originally gq was Not supposed to be a cartoon nor was it an ocverse. it was a fucking spm fan spinoff i made up bc i was autistic af and 12. grem was my first ever oc that was Not a fursona and he was actually terrible like as a person. i mean hes kinda terrible now but not as bad

griffs name was changed a few years after i made him. it used to be falcon (STUPID AF BUT I WAS 12. REMEMBER THIS.) also i thought itd be funny for his name to be griff bc youd think its short for griffon but no its short for grifford. also texs and tiabia names were changed too. tiabis name was janette and she was actually originally an adult but i thought itd be better if she was 7

like 99.999% of my original designs and concept art + silly little comics of my villains bc it was just them when it was still a mario thing is lost media forever bc my mom accidentally threw it all away when we moved to a new house i miss it every dayyyy id do Anything to see it again..... the Only original stuff i have is from highschool and i fucking hate my artstyle then so its sad af...its just lenarrs finalized design (which actually barely changed since then) and MAYBE if i looked hard enough thru my old computers i could find zachs original design too? idk i dont feel like looking

speaking of the spm thing. dimentia was supposed to be dimentios little sister which is why shes named that (original i know) but i decided to take the name a different direction after it became its own thing

grem went through the most design changes by a huge margin, but imo derrics few redesigns were the most insane and drastic. pixie went through One change and it got reversed a couple years later LOL

some Stupid reasons behind design changes were 1. hydro used to have 4 heads, hence the dumbass wordplay on "hydra" but i got so fucking fed up with drawing them every time + i kept forgetting to so i just made him a regular dragon. and 2. griff has his mask bc i literally just kept getting mad trying to draw his face right. thats literally it. thats the only reason.

fun fact noodle was probably my least favorite oc before i redesigned him. i hated him SO FUCKING MUCH especiallyafter i came up with his villain arc. now hes my favorite toy and i lovie

HUGE props to my bff @/killer12345blog. hes literally my cowriter and theres a couple characters of his in the main canon that play a HUGE part (eugene, daffodil, and louise) also eugene was actually a joke character and i HATED HIM (AS PART OF THE BIT) but i randomly got really attached to him now hes the villain for s3😇

gq was actually RECENTLY renamed. it used to be H.I.D.E. dont ask me what it means or what it stands for idfkkkkk i thought itd come to me eventually but it didnt so i changed it bc w/o a meaning it was just dumb af

tix was originally very very small. like around pixies size. also gq was still a video game for a bit but it was like its own Thing by then. tix was intended to be the tutorial character kinda like tippi

also im going to go ahead and say this LMAO. the original alkaliban designs were Heavily inspired by homestuck bc thats what i liked back then. ive tried soooo hard to make it not as obvious but i feel like itll always be so so obvious 😭

im actually kinda considering having gq be 3d animated instead of 2d, stylistically if that were the case itd look kinda like. idk. do u remember that moomins cartoon they made a few years ago. like that. but i seriously doubt ill end up making it 3d anyway

i fucking hate musicals usually but my GOD are there a couple showtunes i want in there. jfc. i have a dedicated yt playlist of songs i want in gq Or relate heavily to certain characters/events. hi. speaking of i like to think gq would have a very 80s cartoon soundtrack like the one in labyrinth or something similar

tix and zach were originally Much younger. tix was like 19 or 20 and zach was 17 iirc? i changed that bc 1. dumb and 2. i wanted tix and zach to be in love i didnt quite like the age gap it was a little iffy

the origin of lenarrs name is kinda silly. i was having trouble coming up w a fitting name and one day after school we drove past a sign for lennar homes or whatever the companys called and i went AHAAAAAAAH!☝️🤑

i think noodle was originally brazillian, idr why that changed..also tex was japanese iirc

tix is like Billions of years old probably. its intentionally left unclear and vague but also IDEFK.

im probably forgetting LOADS of important shit but whatever....u get the idea + ive been typing for like 2 hours in between work shit

[wtimetravelgentlemen]

🌲About time I make an intro post🦡

|| Kajsa (you can call me by my handle or make up a nickname too) || any prns except he/him. Mostly she/her || 23 ||

time to overshare hehe

The handles I use are weepingtimetravelgentlemen (my old url which I got from tumblrs own old username generator when making my original blog when I was like 14 lol. giving dr who) or wtimetravelgentlemen which is what I use these days! I use the abbreviated wttg in some places, since my handle is a mouthful.

My socials are

Tumblr: @wtimetravelgentlemen

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Twitter: Wttg_art

Toyhouse: wtimetravelgentlemen

Deviantart (abandoned after eclipse. rip i loved u): wtimetravelgentlemen

I have other abandoned art accs that I barely posted on as well

I've been drawing since I was 11 or so. These days I post mostly OCs, boyfriend to death fanart, dinos, and other fanart every once in a while

I apologize in advance for unanswered asks. I want to get to it, but I have some difficulties.

Content warning on my art

You could come across gore, monsters, sexual material, implied noncon, kink, abuse, implied cannibalism, violence, blood, knives, scars, swearing, trauma and death in my art, especially on my adult account and toyhouse. Beware :3. Block me or tags if you need, no hard feelings.

Tag navigation guide

#drawing is where you'll find all my art. I have a #sketch and #wip tag for unfinised works too

#personal, like implied, is more personal stuff, thoughts, craft, and sometimes art. Fandom stuff is just tagged as the fandom it belongs to like #btd2, #TXT, #DoL etc. #OC for original characters along with their names

I use Clip Studio Paint for my art these days but used to use Paint tool sai, deviantart muro (rip) and paint.net in the past. The traditional media I do are graphite, charcoal, ink, watercolor, oils, clay, embroidery, I've dabbled in tattooing too.

It's ok to use my art as pfp's, headers and as art references/bases as long as you give credit. Go crazy.

Feel free to draw my OCs as well! What if they hung out with your OCs :D No NSFW of my minor characters tho and Karma and Sinope. They're special to me.

My DMs are open if you wanna discuss ocs, art, fandom or whatever. I only bite a little.

Trivia time!

I have a massive soft spot for browser petsims, visual novels, horse games, OCs and animals. I sew and craft a lot in my free time also

I speak Swedish and English fluently. And understand/ am choppy at german

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[eiseryn]

LEI'S BIRTHDAY!!!

September 17th is my OC, Lei's, birthday!!! so I had to really crunch and draw some art for her 😭😭😭 So busy nowadays.

Everyone say happy birthday to the bestest girl there is 😤😤😤 She deserves only the best (I love her so much 🥺🥺🥺) I really like how her outfit turned out! It's Chinese-inspired because she is half, after all. I really like the placement of the flowers and the vines but I will be honest that it's a CSP brush LOL. I love CSP brushes so much. The lotus hair accessories were kind of accidental, I had a flower crown originally but it didn't fit the aesthetic (they were roses). So thus these were born!

Her birthday is Sept 17 because I wanted an Autumn birthday for her and I wanted her to be a Virgo (astrological sign wise). It was either the 17th or 19th but I settled on the 17th cuz I thought it would suit her better (Vibes, I guess XD).

Since her campaign takes place in the Autumn, I imagine that at the end of her backstory, the night before she was arrested, she was enjoying drinks with Ceres and Elise! ;w; I'm guessing it's actually later in Autumn (Oct or Nov) and they just had difficulty scheduling since they're all doctors! For the sake of cuteness, I am going to headcanon Ceres is the one who set it up, since Lei set up something for Ceres' birthday (see Treasure Box of Memories bonus #1). This is extra painful cuz she was supposed to have a nice night with her friends (and then got too drunk LOL cuz she was frustrated with the project Prism put her on) AND THEN AFTER she got arrested and all the s*** happened to her 😭😭😭

Come to think of it, Vail (in that 1 phone call) stated he has a gift for her 👀👀 (implied it's a cat) There was no reason for him to get her gift (and she even said that BUT THE GUY HUNG UP BEFORE HE COULD ANSWER THE QUESTION) I am going to headcanon it's cuz it was her birthday (even though the DM/Keeper doesn't know this XD) If I'm high on delulu copium it's cuz you know 😳😳😳 maybe he's going to ask her out (sorry I'm always coping) but like why would he get her a gift? I don't understand 😔😔😔 Everyday I pray she lives so that I can find out all these things.

[lorna-d-m]

Chapter Four: Assigned Reading

Pairing: Laszlo Kreizler x fem!OC (Alice Greene)

Summary: Professor Laszlo Kreizler is a workaholic. Between teaching university courses, running the Kreizler Institute, and minding Stevie -his ward-, he does not have time for relationships. That is until he meets Ms. Greene, Stevie's English teacher, at open house. Can he open his heart to the possibility of love?

Word Count: 2,050

W: mentions of drinking, bullying

A/N: In hindsight, I should have combined this chapter with the previous since they're both a touch short. However, they're both setting up for something important. I'm sorry this took almost my entire summer to write. It seems I'm more productive when I'm busy, and when I'm free I can't get anything done lol.

previous chapter

Late September, marked by the paling of green leaves to yellow and cooler temperatures, also marked three weeks of school. By this point, students and teachers alike fell into routines and began new projects. Ms. Greene assigned a variety of short stories to her students, and they completed several assignments in preparation for a class discussion. 

Knowing her students as she did, she knew talking would be no difficulty for the discussion. Would they stay on topic? Of course not, but she could always guide them back to the matter at hand. Once or twice in the past week, she needed to nip conversations in the bud, and it troubled her. 

Being a teacher meant picking and choosing her battles. Alice did not remark on every student conversation of questionable nature she overheard. If she did, she would never have any time to teach. However, when she heard rude comments about another student or anything to incite concern, Ms. Greene stepped in. 

Twice she caught members of the football team picking on Stevie, and twice she intervened. As cliche, as it sounded, she spoke to her students about respecting their classmates. Additionally, she rearranged the seating to put Stevie as far from them as possible. The third time, she discreetly asked Stevie to stay a moment after class. 

After a few weeks of school, Alice knew Dr. Kreizler’s assurances of Stevie weren’t just words. She saw how Stevie did the reading with her own eyes, knew the answer when called upon, and showed up prepared for class. True, Stevie kept to himself, but he behaved well and had yet to be spotted in silent lunch or detention. Stevie deserved to be in her class without fear of being ridiculed.

“Who do you have during sixth period?” She kept an eye on her incoming students in the hallway. They knew to wait at the door if she was talking to a student.

Stevie shifted his textbooks and binder from his left side to his right. “Bio with Ms. Sussman, why?” 

Perfect! “If you finish your work early with Ms. Sussman,” Alice almost said Bitsy rather than her surname, “Ask her if she can write a pass for you to come to my room. We can talk more then.”

“Alright,” he shrugged, “I’ll see what I can do.” 

“Don’t worry if you don’t have time today. I’m sure we can work something out by the end of the week.” She bit back a laugh at her good luck. Ms. Sussman. “Now go, before I make you late for your next class.”

“Uh, thanks, Ms. Greene.” 

Stevie left, and Alice hoped he didn’t have to go across the school in a minute. She waved the rest of her students who stood awkwardly by the door in, and she rewinded her powerpoint for the day. At lunch, she could ask Bitsy what her students were doing in class to find out if Stevie would have time or not. If she was lecturing, no chance, but if they did individual practice, Stevie would likely finish before the end of class.

Stevie sat in Laszlo’s office at the Institute whenever he needed to focus on his work. More often than not, the good doctor himself was busy moving from student to student, room to room, to sit in his office. He urged Stevie to sit at his desk when he needed to work, but it weirded him out. Too stuffy and heavy. 

He liked to sit by the window instead. Whenever he got bored and needed a break, he could look outside. Sometimes, he could see the kids laughing and screaming on the playground. Occasionally, Kreizler would stroll around or sit on a bench, watching how they played and taking notes. Seeing him served as a reminder to study. 

Stevie propped his heavy English textbook against the windowsill and sighed. He finished his science work with some time left over, and Ms. Sussman wrote the note surprisingly quickly after he said it was for Ms. Greene. They spoke about the situation, but he didn’t know what else she could do. She spoke to them, she rearranged the seating, and Stevie really didn’t want her to go to the counselor or an administrator or anything.

Stevie didn’t want to cause or be involved in any problems. He knew he was labeled trouble from the beginning, and there was a chance no one but Ms. Greene would believe him. People were dicks, especially Coach Connor’s favorites on the football team. No one would take the word of a teenager with a rap sheet over the star quarterback.

His phone buzzed in his pocket, so he dog-eared the textbook page and closed it. He found a group to sit with at lunch, and they added him to their group chat. They liked video games, cars, and weirdly enough to Stevie, tabletop and board games. Some horror movie was supposed to come out this weekend, and they wanted to see the midnight premier. 

He talked to Kreizler about it in the car. He’d never had friends or midnight plans before, or at least not while he had a guardian who gave a shit about him, and he felt weird asking for permission. But the good doctor encouraged the plans, even offering to drive them to the theater and drop them off. Stevie told him he didn’t have to and there was no reason for him to mess up his plans and be out that late when Mike’s mom already offered to drive. 

Of course, Stevie wasn’t going to tell him that it wasn’t Mike’s mom driving but Mike with his brand new driver’s license, with a curfew and limits still imposed. However, Stevie knew Kreizler would be sound asleep and snoring well before he was due back home.

It was an unusual Saturday night; both Laszlo and Stevie had plans. Stevie left the house in a rush to grab dinner before a midnight movie premier, and Laszlo waved him off from the foyer. In his hurry out the door, he promised to text when they were on their way back. Laszlo was pleased Stevie made friends and plans. It sounded like despite a few troubles here and there, Stevie was settling into school. 

Laszlo had a standing reservation on the last Saturday of every month for a party of three at Delmonico’s. John, Sara, and himself found if they didn’t put their plans in their calendar, it was difficult to ever see each other.  Charlie Delmonico, owner and host, grew accustomed to Laszlo’s peculiarities. He knew to reserve a corner booth on the second floor, with blue walls rather than olive or crimson. Their conversations could take hours as each person discussed their busy lives at the university and the precinct, but they were fantastic tippers. Charlie never rushed them out of their table but instead made them feel welcome. 

Laszlo arrived at the table first and took advantage of their absence, ordering his favorite lingonberry schnapps. He perused the menu in peace, mentally deciding which wine to pair with which course and what dessert to save room for until John and Sara arrived. After several tumultuous years, including John’s misguided engagement with Violet, John and Sara finally decided to be together. They moved in together a few months back, enlisting Laszlo and Stevie to help them, and Laszlo awaited the proposal. Privately, he suspected rather than John going down on one knee, it would be Sara taking the lead. 

“Laszlo! Good to see you again.” John sat down across from him and grinned. “What a hectic month it’s been, so I can’t imagine what it’s been like for you.”

“How are you and how are Stevie?” Sara left the menu folded in front of her. She never strayed from her standard order and hardly glanced at the menu anymore.

“Good and good, I suppose.” Laszlo refolded his napkin and set it in his lap. “Stevie seems to be settling well. He’s made friends, and he’s actually out with them tonight seeing some horror movie.”

“Exciting! Good of the kid. High school goes by much easier with friends, eh Laszlo?” John playfully nudged him, and Laszlo avoided the touch.

Sara, however, caught everything. “Seems to be, you said seems to be. So, why isn’t he?” She stirred her drink with her straw.

Laszlo sighed and leaned back in the booth. “Stevie’s teacher mentioned he’s being heckled by some boys on the football team. He hasn’t said anything to me about it, but then again, he wouldn’t. I’m hoping she and I can discuss it at the conferences in a few weeks.”

“Good,” Sara commended, “problems such as this should be dealt with quickly before they spiral out of control.”

“Don’t think I didn’t see that sly smile, you old dog.” John could be exceedingly astute when it suited him. “She?”

Perhaps it was the schnapps he drank before they arrived, but Laszlo was glad John pressed the subject. While he typically avoided discussions of feelings or romance since Mary’s passing, he wanted to talk about Alice with his friends. Laszlo was of two minds about her. 

“She and I have had a few conversations, mostly over email, but some in person. Obviously, Stevie and school were our main talking points, but the conversation wandered a few times.” Sara noticed a blush creeping up on his cheeks. “I may have shown up a time or two in the afternoon with two coffees instead of one and discussed books with her, but I was waiting for Stevie to finish at his locker.”

“How scandalous,” Sara joked wryly. 

“Well, it could be.” Laszlo set his fork aside. He adored Delmonico’s, but he could not enjoy his meal when he was at an impasse. “That is why I have not done anything more drastic. She is Stevie’s teacher, and if we were to pursue a romantic relationship it would pose a serious ethical dilemma. Not to mention, I am at least a decade older than her.”

“Oh, Laszlo, you’re thinking with your head again instead of your heart.” Laszlo rolled his eyes. John and his hopeless optimism when it came to love. “You should go for it, and that’s not the wine talking. It’s been a long time since you’ve been in a relationship, unless you’ve been hiding anything else from us?” he teased. “It sounds like this teacher is interested in you, so instead of conveniently bringing coffee to her, ask her if she wants to go get coffee.”

“As for the age difference,” Sara took a sip of her sparkling water, “some women find it appealing. You will never know if you don’t try.” Sara herself was several years younger than John, so she spoke from experience. 

“If she says no, then you have your answer and can move on. No more emailing, no more talking, and it’ll only be awkward for the rest of the year.”

***

Laszlo checked the time and decided to call a cab rather than drive. He would still be home well before Stevie, and it was the safe decision given how much he drank at dinner. It would give him time to think, as well, about their advice. 

Ms. Greene was young and bubbly. He did not want to misconstrue kindness as flirtation or politeness for eagerness. How embarrassing it would be to make that mistake, red-faced and ashamed. Laszlo would never be able to face her again. 

No, Laszlo knew someone as lovely as her could not be interested in him. Not at his age, checking for gray hairs every time he trimmed his beard, or with his harsh reputation for terrifying students and dissecting minds. And, especially not with his baggage. Laszlo was not sure anyone interested in him would stay after learning more.

He rubbed his arm as if it were sore. It did not ache, but holding it brought him comfort. He yearned to be home, in his four-poster bed, with a bottle of Tylenol in hand. Laszlo knew he would be sound asleep before Stevie came home, but he knew he would be safe and smart. Or at least, he hoped. Stevie still vaped despite his best efforts to make him quit, but Laszlo couldn’t chastise him when he craved a cigarette.

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[katyspersonal]

I really feel like a Soulsb0rne protag is the only character I can actually be lol. Not the custom version, but the concept

- Strong sense of being guided by something / following it without question (I believe I told this story in a September, how finding star-shaped objects for me is equal to checking bonfires/cites of grace/etc)

- I am an absolute looser that was cast off the face of the world very, very long time ago and I am not supposed to be where I am right now considering everything that happened to me, I carried on because of the sense of something having 'called' me

- Everyone hostile towards me either keeps respawning or is ridiculously difficult to defeat, without help at least, but my friends tend to have the worst luck and be found broken for the reasons I have 0 control over..

- Identity difficulties; it feels like I am able to pick up literally any character as a kin or relate to every character, and yet not really be any of them for long enough. I've been trying to 'claim' a character for many years in many interests, but it feels like I am cursed with always being an OC, if not a self-insert xD (Similarly to how the protag can take armours, skills and weapons of any other NPCs but in the end they're not them)

- No matter how much experience I receive, none of this internalizes until I have a very long talk about it with a trusted friend (similarly to the level-up characters)

- I've met the person who already walked (and was broken by) the very same way I was only about to head towards.. When I've met him, I knew with my gut feeling that I was looking at my own future, even if I could not explain how it could be because of decage age and experience gap between us. And just like I felt, the very same harm that turned him That Way started to be inflicted on me. He gave me "This same thing happened to me years ago / this is why I no longer bother with [insert a demographic]" more times than I could count, and I to this day feel like there is no escape but to repeat his path and become just like him.. except my way is still not finished, and I have a chance to come out different and carry on the impossible way I guess? (Souls games tend to have a character that was on the same quest as the protag prior to game events, but it broke them. Vyke, Djura, Vеndrick....)

[tikvin]

Your OC whom I'm choosing to call HandyMan, cus Idk his real name, is fucking hot!! I'm sure people have asked this but did you have difficulty doing all his hands or are you one of the 1% who were blessed with always drawing perfect hands easy peasy?

His actual name would be quite untranslatable as it sounds like a horrific eldrich horror screech lol. but you can call him Hands.

And I wouldn't really say my drawings of hands are perfect tbh, but I did create him because I generally enjoy drawing hands, plus I wanted a character that would be a challenge and make me draw them more and improve. It does take me some effort to draw him every time, but Ivery much enjoy it nonetheless!

[aspenhearrt]

oc naming difficulties

so. my clans project features basically all of my warrior cats ocs that i've ever cared about. and in particular there is one that is giving me Troubles.

traditionally, his name is harepaw. he was born in shadowclan but found out that he was half-clan and moved to windclan (his father's clan) because he yearned for the desert, but also because his mother hated him.

however. i have another oc, harepounce, who is already established as one of windclan's medicine cats in the story. i don't allow cats in the same clan to have the same prefix, so one of them needs to be changed-- and harepounce has seniority, both in the world (as he's much older) and in real life (because he's been around as an oc for longer). so i need a new name for harepaw.

however.

he has always been called harepaw in my heart.

i don't know the tumblr of the person who did this art for me, but they went by Buzz at the time. i've had it for years, but harepaw is the one on the left. traditionally he's a little paler than that, too. if anyone has any ideas for what his name should be, hit me! however i'm going to make a list of prefixes that it cannot be

Yarrow, Beetle, Brindle, Cricket, Crow, Dust, Ember, Larkspur, Hare, Night, Thistle, Smew

(i'm not going to be using the name Smew- in the story, but his boyfriend pictured here is Smewpaw. Smewpaw isn't my OC so i'm not comfortable using him in my work, but I still don't want to name Harepaw 'Smew' lol)

i also tend to subscribe to more traditional "based on the coat color" names, so nothing about his eyes or general gangliness is preferred

OH YEAH. so LOTS of different types of names are available! ShadowClan lives along the beach so there's plenty of beachy names possible, WindClan lives in a desert, SkyClan on a mountain, ThunderClan in the forest, and RiverClan mostly in/on a lake

here's my boy's headshot

[mossy-paws]

OHOHOHHHHH THIS IS FUN!!

🐟) I began drawing at around 4 years old, I only really got involved in digital art at around ~10-11?

🫧) I like both, I’m not too big of a fan of traditional *drawing* with pen or pencil, but I’ve always ADORED watercolors and painting. Digital art is my go-too though for sure

❄️) Around 2000x2500 or 2500x2500 pixels!

🌊) sometimes!! I wouldn’t call them warmup sketches but concept sketches I’ll do every once in a while… I RARELY sketch pieces out beforehand though and prefer to just skip the sketch phase all together

(the bonus’:)

💧) MMMMMMMMMM THIS REALLY JUST DEPENDS,,, i think probably front-facing views? Ive always had difficulties when it came to figuring out side profiles so YEAH LMAO

🌨️) varies on the piece but generally 4-9, I get stressed if I go over that amount :’DD

🪼) just stuff in hyperfixated in, I don’t generally enjoy drawing vent art or gore because it makes me feel worse (even though I do have a particular fondness for gore and horror content in art) so drawing either is a bleh, I’ll just draw whatever comes to mind!

💍) yeah 100%, honestly I think i draw my oc’s less the more i like them LMAO

🦋) Looking at my art GENERALLY I lean towards more warm colors, it’s not intentional though

🐬) J-pop for DAYS or podcasts like the Magnus archives, rslash, video game playthroughs, etc etc

🐳) drawn with my right hand :’D

🐋) trying to figure out what this means but. I think I probably enjoy drawing fur or feathers the most when it comes to lines

🫐) UHHH not really as much as I’d like if that makes sense? I do like my drawings when it comes to stuff like that but it’s INCREDIBLY inconsistent aesthetic-wise, if anything I would probably want to aim for a more studio ghibli-themed look to my art, I just struggle with anime styles- I am learning though :3!

🧊) no lol

✈️) way too much for my own good 💔… approximately 2-6 hours a day although it varies

💎) DEPENDS but generally night

🩵) My main art posting site is generally Twitter or @/mossypawsss ! My general tag for art though is @/mossy.paws :3

💙) I wish my art was more just,, better, I guess is the right word? I mean, I’m happy with it of course but I do wish I could do things like comics/animate/etc, I’ve just never been able to hold the motivation down for that long. I also just wish my art had a more whimsical feel too it, like landscapes/forests/natural stuffs

🧢) anatomy :’DD, most specifically arms and legs drive me INSANE, hands/heads/body/etc are fine, but figuring out positions for arms and legs is the most aggravating process ever

🐠) Someone in bogcom gave him chocolates to help sooth his cramps 😔🙏 (/ij /silly)

🌼Artist Ask meme!🌼

There’s probably a lotta these out there but I wanted to make one of my own! Hopefully these are fun<3 

Send an emoji for each question!

 🖍️ When did you start drawing? Do you remember?  

 ✏️ Do you prefer traditional art or digital to relax?   

📏 What’s your go-to canvas size?

☕ Do you do warmup sketches before drawing? (Bonus: do you have any to share?)

🙃 Which is easier: faces facing left, right, or front view?

📚 How many layers do you typically use?

🐻 Your go-to things to draw when you need comfort?

🎁 Do you prefer drawing fandom stuff or your own characters?

🌈 Do you use more warm or cold colors?

🎼 Your favorite music to draw to right now?

🙌 Draw a doodle with your non-dominant hand

📐 Whats your favorite kinds of lines to draw?

💐 Do your drawing suit your aesthetics?

🦋 Do your drawings resemble you?

✨ How often do you draw?

🌗 Is night or day better for drawing?

🍭 What’s your main art blog / what do you tag your art with?

🍀 You wish your art was more..(fill in the blank)

🌊 What’s the hardest thing for you to draw? 

🙊 Share your latest silly doodle with no context

[purrbangtann]

Salt and Vinegar.

Yandere!Photographer!Jk x Victim!oc

A whump type story, I still can’t grasp the trope correctly but whatever lol.

Warnings: Angst, mention of ED, Jk is cuckoo, reader gets fed glass, non-con touching (not sexual), reader gets punished, some blood, crying.

Disclaimer: I do not believe nor claim that any of the BTS members engage in such activities! This is pure imagination, for entertainment purposes only. I do not advocate for such behavior nor do I tolerate it!!!

3..2..1! 🏁

———-

Afternoon,

Jk messily swatched the red lipstick all around her lips, Aiday looked at him.

He put it on with such precision and dedication to put it everywhere except for her lips.

“I don’t think that’s where it goes.” She said as he traced it along her cheek.

Jungkook looked up, “Sure it does.” He reassured.

He pulled away the designer lipstick from her face and smiled.

“So beautiful.” He commented.

Aiday looked away from him.

Jungkook frowned, “What’s wrong?” He asked.

Aiday shrugged, “You only call it beautiful because it covers my face.” She muttered.

Jungkook pulled away and glared at her, if looks could kill Aiday would’ve been dead already.

“Don’t you ever say that again.”

Aiday pursed her lips and kept her gaze down as his voice vibrated through her skull, “Sorry.” She apologized.

He hummed in response, his mood turned dark. “If I knew you’d say such stupid things I would’ve cut your tongue out already.” He whispered to himself.

——- Evening, dinner time, same day.

“….you haven’t ate for a while.” Jungkook said.

Aiday stood up, “hm.” She hummed.

She didn’t say too much, but the expression on her face said, I wonder who’s fault that is.

The plate had creamy peas and mashed potatoes on it, soft foods.

She lost her appetite for two whole days, if she were to eat hard foods I’d go right back out.

Jungkook stood on the other side of the table, waiting for her to sit down.

Aiday slowly walked towards the chair he had pulled out for her in advance.

“Thank you.” She quietly thanked.

Jungkook waved his hand in dismissal as he sat down.

She sat down and picked up the plastic child fork, she could feel her spit pool under her tongue at the smell.

Not hesitating anymore she scooped and took a bite of the potatoes.

She chewed, but something was wrong.

Terribly wrong.

The crunch that resonated in her skull was accompanied by a certain stinging all over pharynx. (Inside the mouth, part of throat)

It didn’t make sense until she tasted a metallic liquid pooling in her mouth.

What did he put in her food?

Aiday quickly spat out her food, a pained expression following quick after.

“It hurts.” She commented as blood drooled down her chin.

Jungkook pursed his lips and leant back, “I bet it does.” He calmly replied.

The glass shards were suddenly distinctive from the rest of the food on her plate, shining like expensive jewelry.

The hemoptysic blood spilled all over her white shirt, despite Aiday not having swallowed any of the food.

Jungkook observed it with slight dissatisfaction, must all his punishments be so abstract? But this punishment wasn’t for him to enjoy, No not at all,

it was for Aiday to hurt.

A lot.

“….My tongue is swollen.” Aiday said

Aiday pursed her lips in pain.

Jungkook stood up from his seat and walked to the other side of the table, he cupped her face with a firm hand. Forcing her lips into a pout.

“Open.” He ordered.

Aiday stuck out her red tongue with great difficulty.

“Aigo…that must hurt.” He whispered.

Jungkook was saying words of such care, meanwhile his eyes were cold and empty, and his expression was shallow.

Aiday’s eyes widened as she saw him pull out a small salt cellar which he obviously was planning on dumping the contents of in her mouth so the cuts would sting even more.

She was getting better at predicting him.

She gripped onto his wrist out of reflex, “Nuh unh.” She refused.

Jungkook’s left eyebrow rose in irritability, “Let go of my wrist.” He softly said.

Aiday gulped but didn’t show any will of her loosening her grip.

“Come on, you know I can do way worse…Right?” He whispered.

Aiday didn’t move a single inch again, this time there was no telling if it was catatonic or not.

Jungkook is way stronger than Aiday.

Then why doesn’t he just break free from her grip? Easy.

Predator studying his prey.

“Do you see this finger? If I move it, the cellar will open and dump all its contents on you…and that’ll hurt a lot, I’m just going to put a little bit if you let go, Aiday.”

Aiday glanced at the salt cellar in his hand, he was right and there was only one logical thing to do, right?

Jungkook followed her gaze and nodded.

She let go.

“Finally.” Jungkook said in relief.

He tipped the cellar open, but what came out wasn’t salt.

It was vinegar.

As the liquid got dumped down her throat, Aiday’s head jerked away out of reflex.

Jungkook let go of her face and stood back, intensely studying the girl yelling and crying out of pain. (And not forgetting to take few sickening pictures of her ofc).

She scratched her throat and cheek profusely in frustration.

She sobbed and choked, the sole movement of her vocal cords hurt way more than it was supposed to.

He sighed, “Come on now..” he said as he walked towards her.

Aidan’s vision was blurred as she was curled up into a fetus position on the floor, until Jungkook easily picked her up and pressed her against himself.

“Now now…” he comforted.

Aiday gripped onto his black shirt while unwillingly sobbing against his chest.

Aiday panted and stopped crying, Jungkook loosened his suffocating grip on her and crouched down, letting them be on the same level.

“That’ll learn you to talk for useful purposes only. Right?” He asked.

Aiday nodded, she could see Jungkook’s eyes darken at the lack of words, he hated it.

“…Yes.” Aiday squeaked out.

A smile appeared on his face,

“That’ll be the last time today, hm? I’ll let you rest baby.” He cooed while gently wiping her tears away.

It was disgusting how he just switched up after torturing her like that, and his loving eyes were enough to turn a stomach around.

He picked her up bridal style and carried her out of the room for the first time in months.

“It’ll burn for a while, so you’ll remember it better.” He hummed.

The rest of the house was pretty dark, all windows had bars on the outside and the doors that she could see were shut with wood, metal, you name it.

Aiday was way too tired to move, she unwillingly let Jungkook carry her wherever.

They entered another bedroom and he layed Aiday down on the large bed.

It was without doubt not Jungkook’s room though, unless he had time to change rooms in the little time he spent without Aiday.

All that crying really exhausted her.

The barely awake girl turned her head, meeting the scene of Jungkook carefully tucking her in.

Jungkook looked up, and there it was.

That soft look he always hid.

His doe eyes were focused on Aiday,

It wasn’t that sharp look that calculated and analyzed every single movement she had.

But the one you’d read about in romance books, fairytales and fables.

After a few seconds that felt like eternity he looked away and stood up.

“Aiday.” He called.

Aiday didn’t turn around or even bothered to move.

“I know I drained you today…I just can’t tolerate for what’s mine to be insulted.” He explained.

Aiday pursed her lips as she felt the bed shift from the additional weight the male put on it.

He placed his fingers on the top of Aiday’s head, he pressed them a bit deep and moved them around her head.

At first it hurt a bit but Aiday soon found it to be comforting, she was getting less conscious by the minute.

“You’ll understand..even if you don’t want to admit it at times…I’m doing this for your best.” He softly said.

The words he spoke entered Aiday’s head but at the moment she couldn’t make out the words yet, all her attention went to the special treatment her scalp was getting.

“I want you to see yourself the way I see you Aiday, then you’d understand…a beauty like you can’t go to waste because of others. Neither because of itself.” He explained.

“Right?” He asked.

Aiday hummed, her eyes were heavy.

If Aiday was perfectly conscious she would have shifted in discomfort at the sound of those words he had just said, but luck wasn’t on her side as she got put in a trance, a trance she’d have a hard time escaping.

———-

This is so going to become a saga😭

/————

Résumé;

Basically when Aiday said that Jungkook only called her beautiful when her face was covered with something, he took it to a offense since she was basically saying that he didn’t find her beautiful.

So he made her mouth bleed for saying such things.🤩 it’s the PurrBangtan version of getting your mouth washed out with soap because you said a swear word.

The rest that is unclear, can be answered in the comments!

[icequeenbae]

Lost and Found | BBH [pt.1]

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader

Continued in: Stay the Night (m) [pt.2]

Fluff, angst, newdad!Baek, falling out, exes to ???, sfw  future smut? not in this one tho

Warnings: they have a history, there’s a cute baby involved (I promise I have fics without babies too lol), a brief mention of the OC having a non-Asian appearance

Word Count: ~3.3k

Summary: Baekhyun bumps into you while dropping his friend’s niece off in daycare. It’s been almost three years since you’d disappeared, so you definitely have a lot to catch up on. Especially because your carefully maintained secret is now out…

© Please do not copy/ post on other platforms without permission.

Author’s Note: Finally!! Button pressed! It’s out! Thank you guys for being patient, my life has been a mess lately (and getting worse by the day), so I was too stressed to finish anything. But hopefully I’ll be able to post more soon^^ This one is my second sfw, I think, so I hope more audiences can enjoy it! With this fic I wanted to tell a complicated story without really laying it all out. I hope it doesn’t feel too rushed. There will be a continuation if you guys are interested (I know I was curious to peek into their future relationship...), so as always keep me posted! Your messages always cheer me up, so... love💞💞💞

Masterlist

Network tags: @superm-net  @exo-writers-net​  @bbh-net​​

It wasn’t quite early, but your son was so sleepy you had to carry the little drooling angel all the way from your car. A mother’s heart wouldn’t allow you to wake him up just yet, another precious minute of snoozing granted.

He was still so tiny in your arms. Quite heavy, yes, and pretty grown for his age, but also a minuscule bundle of happiness. Your son was your life – the two of you against the world. It was almost heartbreaking that you had no means of spending more time with him than you did. Daycare was your only option since dropping any of your jobs would result in you lacking funds to provide the appropriate quality of life for your little one. And you were not willing to compromise. You wanted him well-fed, dressed in fitting clothes (and lord do they grow out of those fast), and playing with all kinds of development-inducing toys. Not to mention how alert you were to his health… Couldn’t afford to have an empty account in case he needed a checkup. It was imperative that he came first, and it was your job as his parent to see to his well-being.

That didn’t mean that you were invincible though. Getting drained and overworked regularly, you had to make the necessary adjustments. It got much easier after you decided to stop breastfeeding a few months ago since this type of logistics was too hard to pull off while maintaining an office job. Yet the decision only became the added weight on your shoulders. As a new mom, you had no idea whether you were doing everything right. In fact, you were pretty sure you weren’t. But you had no resources to actually study the art of raising a child, and he wasn’t exactly planned (loved to the moon and back, nonetheless!), so you were just relying on your instincts, the internet, and any advice you could get along the way.

As expected, your maternal instinct soon kicked in, urging you to slow down and find ways to spend more time with your baby. So, after a while, you settled with a part-time office job (at least for now) and took small gigs like remote tutoring and online translations in order to spend more time at home with Hyunwoo.

But whenever you looked at your precious boy, so peaceful, with his plump sugar cheek pressing to your chest as he snuffled cutely, tiny hand holding onto your necklace, all of your problems evaporated. Because in those moments you realized that he held all of the meaning in your life. And your heart filled with warmth, while the inner strength and determination to overcome the difficulties rekindled.

Kissing the top of his fluffy head, you called him gently, walking into the elevator.

‘Hyunwoo-yah, it’s time to wake up,’ you slightly shook his shoulder, and he grunted in displeasure. ‘Come on, puppy, don’t you want mommy to say goodbye and give you a ppoppo?’

He stirred in your arms, and you chuckled. Since a very tender age, your son had proven to be very fond of your affection. And you were no stranger to using that to get him to do something.

‘Don’t you want to give me a kiss? And then you can go play with your friends,’ you definitely made him interested, because the grunting intensified.

As you walked out of the elevator, you asked, ‘Can you show mommy the prettiest eyes in the world? I really want to see.’

It was a little game you were playing ever so often. You always told Hyunwoo how beautiful his eyes were, ever since his mixed heritage came into the picture. He did look a lot like his father, almost painfully so, and you knew he might have questions later on. Having an unusual for Korea non-Asian appearance, you were used to attracting quite a lot of attention. And it wasn’t long until your child noticed too, especially since people were complimenting your ‘big eyes’ and ‘high nose’ left and right.

However, a few weeks ago, when you were enjoying your Sunday walk with your son, a little girl in the park stopped right in front of you and stared. Her apologetic mother, in an attempt to laugh it off, told you it was peculiar to meet someone with such big beautiful eyes. The situation itself was quite uncomfortable, and you weren’t a psychologist, but you were sure one of two things happened. Either your boy, who was right there, felt neglected (being used to the attention and compliments of strangers directed at him most of the time), or… He had his first identity crisis.

It wasn’t a question before, and you realized children didn’t really give such concepts any thought unless someone nudged them to, but that evening he looked at his reflection in every glassy surface or mirror there was. He finally noticed. And while the difference wasn’t as vast as it would probably be in the future, he was aware of it through other people’s behavior. And maybe because he was very attached to you (his only parent), this idea of him being different was scary.

Were you prepared for a two-year-old to have such a problem? Not in a million years. But a mother’s heart was the only thing you needed to guide him through it. That was when you first showed him a picture.

It wasn’t new or up-to-date, you didn’t want to look for anything recent to avoid seeing something you didn’t want to see. But one picture was enough to soothe a child’s curiosity for the time being. You didn’t want to deceive him by showing someone else, but you also didn’t want him to hold on too much to this image. It was possibly a bigger struggle for you than it was for your son.

‘It’s true that you don’t look exactly like mommy, rice cake,’ you paused, showing him the promised photo. ‘You have your daddy’s eyes. The most beautiful in the world, see? One and the same.’

Hyunwoo stared at the picture for a long while. Finding a lot of familiar features in the man’s face, he finally let go of his fear.

‘My eyes pretty as mommy?’

‘Of course. Even prettier than mommy’s,’ you cooed, and he giggled, wrapping his tiny arms around your neck.

So, you took it upon yourself to remind him of that often.

‘We’re almost there, are you going to show mommy who has the prettiest eyes? Is that Mrs Kim? Or maybe your friend Yeji?’ You teased him, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to resist.

‘No! It’s Hyunwoo!’

He blinked with a grumpy expression on his puffy face, not at all satisfied with your words.

‘Oh, you’re right. Hyunwoo’s eyes are the pre-e-etiest in the entire world,’ you agreed with a knowing face. ‘So pretty that he gets mommy’s kiss on the nose!’

You smooched the tiny button nose before quickly announcing, ‘And his cheeks!’ pressing multiple kisses to his now laughing face.

‘Are you going to be a good boy? We’re going to say hi to Mrs Kim, and then mommy is going, okay, puppy?’

As usual, he said no, clinging to your neck. You had to spend an extra minute in the hallway, convincing him to behave. When he finally agreed to let you go until evening, someone ran past – a man in a raincoat and a girl who seemed in a hurry to get to the daycare – and entered the door in front of you.

‘See? Your friends are probably waiting already, so let’s go in,’ you tickled him lightly, renewing his fit of giggles, and opened the door.

‘You’re a lifesaver! Thanks for bringing her in, I wouldn’t have been able to pick her up on time!’

‘It’s nothing. She was as well-behaved as Junmyeon told me.’ The man you just caught a glimpse of in the hallway laughed. ‘I haven’t been in the outskirts of Seoul for a while, it reminds me of my hometown. Almost felt nostalgic while driving here!’

That voice. And that laugh.

You stopped in your tracks, muscles suddenly tensing from shock. How was this even possible?

Holding your boy close, you stood there, frozen in stupor, almost scared to make a sound. You couldn’t do it. There was no other choice but to run. Trying to back away slowly, you only had a chance to take one step before Mrs Kim noticed you.

‘Oh, Y/N! I see you’re bringing our little puppy a bit late today!’

You swallowed. The man in front of you turned to glance in your direction as the childcare worker approached.

‘Uh- He is still sleepy in the mornings from the cold he had last week. Maybe I shouldn’t leave him here yet,’ you blurted, ready to be on your way.

‘He isn’t warm or fussy. You mentioned his temperature was fine since a few days ago, all symptoms cleared?’

You nodded reluctantly, evading the other adult in the room.

‘Well then, there’s nothing to worry about! I’ll be extra careful with him and will update you if needed,’ she opened her arms to take him from you.

Backing out now would be… too weird.

‘Okay, pup, I’ll pick you up in a few hours. Be the best boy for mommy, okay?’

‘Yes! Ppoppo!’ He demanded instantly.

You smooched him before allowing Mrs Kim to take him away to the playroom.

And then you saw him.

It wasn’t your eyesight or your hearing playing tricks on you. This was unquestionably him. And he was now standing there, two strides away, looking at the door through which your son was just taken. Meanwhile, your mind was racing. What could you say? Was there a plausible explanation? An excuse? What was he even doing here? He couldn’t have had a child of that age, was he bringing someone else’s in?

While you were contemplating whether asking him something was better than simply vanishing out of his sight, he turned back to you.

Pierced by his direct gaze, you instantly swirled around and disappeared in the doorway. It was only a couple of seconds before you heard him calling after you.

‘Y/N! Wait!’

The damn elevator wasn’t coming no matter how many times you pushed that button, and you were sure an attempt to use the stairs wouldn’t end well with how weak your knees were at that moment.

‘Stop!’ He grabbed you by the forearm, forcing you to face him. ‘What the hell are you doing?’

‘Nothing. I’m in a hurry, so please excus-’

‘Are you serious?’ He huffed, incredulous. ‘You’re just going to walk away?’

Avoiding his face, you looked at his collar, nodding. Anything to not see his eyes. Anything to not enhance the worry in your gut. Anything to not feel the painful clench in your chest.

‘Your son-’ You closed your eyes at the question you were dreading the most. ‘How old is he?’

Suddenly sensing how your lips quivered, you pursed them, refusing to answer.

‘How old is he, Y/N?’ He squeezed your shoulders. ‘You must tell me.’

‘He’s two,’ you whimpered, blinking away the treacherous tears. ‘He’s two.’

You heard him exhale, still holding onto you when the elevator doors opened and closed behind you. While your opponent looked profoundly shaken, you became defensive.

‘He’s mine, Baekhyun. You have your own, so don’t even think about taking mine away.’

He looked at you in confusion, and you almost faltered, meeting his wide eyes with a stubborn stare. But you knew what it was like in Korea. Generally speaking, children were a part of the man’s family. And with how little you were making compared to him… Chances you could win an actual legal battle and retain custody of your boy were quite slim. So you stood your ground with all the courage you could gather at that moment.

‘What?’

‘You heard me! He’s my son, and you will have nothing to do with him. So go back to raising your kids with your wife.’

‘Y/N-’

‘If you try anything, I swear- I will- I will-’ you attempted to come up with something menacing, but your stupid tears of terror kept clouding your vision and your sane mind. ‘He’s mine! I won’t let you take him!’ You shoved Baekhyun in the chest, but it didn’t affect him.

In fact, instead of moving away, he stepped closer, pulling you into a tight hug. You wanted to scream and writhe and get away, but he squeezed you tight and sighed in your ear.

‘Thank god I finally found you.’

You were tapping on your coffee mug nervously, feeling vulnerable under the scrutiny of his curious eyes.

‘What?’ You snapped, and he stumbled out of his thoughts.

‘Oh, sorry. You just… look different,’ he cleared his throat. ‘I missed you.’

‘Stop it,’ you clenched the mug in your palms, struggling to warm them up. ‘I’m not falling for this.’

‘I know why you’re like this. But-’

‘But what? You expect me to just fall into your arms as if your whole ‘marriage with children’ didn’t happen?!’

Thankfully, the coffee shop was almost empty at this hour, so no one really paid attention to your quarrel.

‘You seriously don’t know...? Y/N, there was no marriage.’

Eyes shot up to his again.

‘What? You didn’t- I thought you didn’t want to be a man who gets a woman pregnant and doesn’t-’

‘Right. But had you stuck around, you would’ve learned that I couldn’t just marry a stranger because of a single careless night. And when I informed her of that, it… turned out that I wasn’t so careless.’

‘What do you mean?’

‘I told her I’ll be supporting the child after the clinic of my choosing runs a DNA test. It was then brought to my attention that she was pregnant since before we even- So, the child wasn’t mine.’

You searched his face for clues. He seemed sincere, yet you struggled to believe his words. Possibly because of how damn thoughtless and hot-headed it would’ve made you out to be if he was honest. If you ran while there was no actual reason to do so.

‘Um- So, you’re saying that your one-night stand lied about you getting her pregnant... Meanwhile, the girlfriend you got after that hookup was actually the one who got knocked up?’

‘You now admit that I was the one who knocked you up?’

‘I admit no such thing,’ you quipped, getting angry at your slip.

‘But you just said-’

‘Baekhyun.’

‘Okay.’

He was sulking now.

The way your son did every time he didn’t get his way. The similarities between them were unambiguous. And while you didn’t get to date Baekhyun for more than a few months, you’d spent almost three years with your son. You knew what his tantrums were like from when he was still in your belly till this morning. This… was all too familiar.

‘How do I know that you’re telling the truth?’ You asked, unsure of how you should proceed with the discussion.

‘I- Seriously? Were you living under a rock this entire time?’ He backtracked, catching your glare. ‘Sorry… I just mean- I even mentioned looking for you in one of my interviews. My last solo comeback was revolving around ‘searching for the lover I’d lost’. Every song was about you, and you- didn’t even know.’

He sounded a bit disappointed. As if he expected that you’d at least get his messages, let alone respond, and you didn’t even grace him with that.

‘I was- trying to stay away.’ You shuddered, locking your hands anxiously in front of you. ‘I didn’t even know that I was pregnant when I ran away. Figuring it out on the move was pretty damn hard, you know?’

‘No, I don’t. But I want to. I want to know everything about you and- our boy,’ he reached out to slowly take your hand between his and hummed. ‘Hands always cold, just as I remember.’

You didn’t pull away. For a minute or two, you just sat there silently, his fingers touching yours slowly. Tenderly. As if all of those long years didn’t fly by between the last time you saw each other and right now.

There was, however, an important question you needed to voice.

‘You’re really not going to take him away from me?’ You asked in a tiny voice, looking down at his warm hands that covered yours.

‘Y/N… Is that what you think of me? I don’t want to separate you from your child.’ You exhaled in relief. ‘I want you both.’

Stunned by his confession, you tore your eyes from your now entangled fingers and managed to articulate, ‘You want… us?’

To your surprise, Baekhyun nodded as if it was obvious.

‘But- don’t you have… some kind of life? It’s been almost three years, you must be-’

‘Y/N,’ he sighed, squeezing your hands. ‘I know that we weren’t together for years and decades, but it wasn’t a couple weeks either. I can only speak for myself, but to me… you felt like family. You’re my person. That’s just how it is. And now we have a son, too.’

You swallowed a lump sitting in your throat.

‘I’ll probably give you hell for running and hiding from me for three damn years but I’m too happy for that right now.’ You chuckled timidly at the statement.

His words sounded earnest and sincere, and the fearful heaviness in your chest began to ease. Baekhyun hadn’t changed. You knew that from the brief interaction you’d had, and your gut was confirming that. He was still someone you could trust. And however scared you were of this new development… you wanted to trust him.

‘I can’t just ask you to pretend that these years apart didn’t happen or didn’t change us, but… I’m asking you to give me a chance and let me back into your life. Just allow me to be there for you and…?’

‘Hyunwoo,’ you whispered.

‘…and our Hyunwoo,’ he finished, voice almost seeping honey when he tasted his son’s name for the first time.

You nodded, the balminess of his hands enveloping your fingers, warming your entire being up.

‘Tell me everything about him. No, actually, start from the day you walked out. Tell me everything about both of you.’

~

Stay the Night (m) [pt.2]

A/N: Thank you for reading~~ I hope you enjoyed this shortie ☺ Don’t forget to comment, reblog or drop in my asks to let me know what you think! I appreciate your feedback💜💜💜 And you know where to find more of my stories -> My Masterlist ✨

[sharkface-daydreams]

Freelunchers?

Freelunchers!! my little group of freelancer OCs that sit at the same lunch table. they're like 2nd/3rd string in terms of leaderboard stuff and not super competitive??

Anyway :) i like to think about them so I will share.

this is an old drawing and the lunch bunch now includes agent Indiana bc i wanted one with my state lol

Agent Rhode Island! Rhodey, Riri, known to his family as Ari. He's got a big role in my Yellow Church au as an undercover sim trooper, Private Duncan Argus, klutz extraordinare (this is on purpose) I think I've changed his specialty from stealth to more speed but i guess both can work

Agent Oregon, anime nerd and team mom. goes by Ori or J. 💚 he's often placed as lead on teams when they're sent out for missions. very good at keeping his head when missions get hairy but tends to nag about safety issues.

Agent Delaware, i think we talked about him earlier lol. used to be on explosives disposal squad before freelancer. he's fun :) and yes he requested to be Delaware because his name was already Del

endgame is Oregon/Rhodey/Del :3c they each have 2 hands

Hammy my girl!!! she's got extra storyline stuff too bc she goes awol when (season 10 spoilers) and eventually ends up working as a mercenary called Sabre. Friends call her 'Bee'. Her and Mint (↓) are banned from teaming up in video game tournaments bc they destroy everyone

Agent Arkansas, my other minty self insert guy.... he ends up captured on a mission where things go south and Oregon loses a leg, winds up with actual anti-unsc Insurrectionists and gets a good look at Freelancer program from the outside. ends up doing mercenary work too, code name Haze. he ends up looking like North when i draw him if I'm not careful 💀💀💀

Agent Indiana, Indy, "Annie" (not her real name) because she's a deadeye with a rifle, used to ruffle feathers at shooting competitions. she's the newest oc and i don't have a whole lot on her but there's an except from the counselor's notes:

Laid-back temperament, prone to solving disputes with her fists instead of words. Difficulty in self-expression seems to stem from a deep-seated exhaustion with being chronically misunderstood or misinterpreted.

she's chill if you don't fuck with her 💓

anyway those are my Freelunchers/OC Lunch bunch :) hehe ty for asking

i should really do more with them

[duelingdestiny]

Welcome to DuelingDestiny

Hello everyone and thank you for checking out my blog! Below is Atem’s about. Malice’s about and the rules will be linked.  About Atem: 

After losing to Yugi in the ceremonial duel, Atem found himself in the monotony of exactly the things he detested most: Being Pharaoh. One day, Atem is bothered by the sounds of someone pleading for their lives followed by a blood curdling scream. It is then he decides then he needs to return to the living world in order to aid whoever it is. He is fairly certain this is something that is going to happen in the future and not something that has already happened. He decides that he will do whatever it takes to aid the person who has called out to him, no matter the cost.  But what a cost it is... While is he granted the chance to return, it is not without difficulty, and it will come with a price. Anubis warns him of this before he starts The Trials: Three brutalizing tests to measure if Atem is strong enough to return to the Land of the Living. He passes, only just barely escaping with his soul, and is allowed to return. But the way is not for the faint of heart. Washed up on the docks shivering and alone, Atem finally finds himself in domino again. As part of the deal with Anubis, the God of the underworld tell Atem he will set him up with everything he needs, including identification. Anubis cryptically tell Atem it’s the least he could do for what Atem has done for him.  Atem now lives in a ostentatious flat and is trying his best to live his new life, but…he hasn’t tried to find anyone. He’s too afraid.

He has no idea who he heard cry out in the night, but he knows he needs to find out and help them…before it’s too late. The price of leaving the Afterlife was nothing he expected. Anubis gave an ominous warning about unending darkness, but Atem was not prepared for what that meant. Now, living with Malice, a spirit he is all too familiar with, Atem is avoiding people at all costs. He wants to keep his friends safe, and if that means hiding from them, so be it.

RULES

ABOUT MALICE

RP WISH LIST

So, I’ve noticed that I don’t have enough people to rp with. I wanted to just toss out there some characters I would love to have Atem interact with. I saw these going around awhile back and I thought it was a great way to get info out to the fandom.

ANYONE IS FINE. I LOVE RPING WITH ANYONE!!!

This is just some characters that I know will have good plot and character development with Atem:

Malik

Yami Malik

Yami Bakura/ Thief King

literally any Kaiba ever.

Jou/ Joey

Mahad

Priest Set

Other Atems

ALL THE MAGICANS

I would love to get some of these characters interacting with Atem so if you’d like to rp one of these with me give this a like. Multi-muses are ALWAYS more than welcome and even if we have a thead, if you rp a different muse I don’t mind starting a new thread! Also I am crossover friendly as long as your character is animated. I am also OC friendly as long as your OC has a back round I can read, and they fit will with Atem’s storyline.

SHIPPING INFO

I love to ship people with Atem. My main rule is I will only ship with you if Atem and your character has chemistry. I don’t do pre-established relationships because I believe half the fun is getting there lol. That being said, there are definitely ships me and him gravitate towards more than others. I thought I would list them for everyone so they knew what chance they have with my loser boy. I will NEVER EVER force a ship on you. If you feel like I am red light my ass. I don’t want anyone to feel uncomfortable. On the other had, dude if you want to talk about shipping I am there for it all day every day. 

Here are the ships me and Atem tend to lean towards:

Prideshipping (Atem x Kaiba)

Darkshipping (Atem x Yami Bakura)

Casteshipping (Atem x Thief King)

Mnemoshipping (Atem x Malik)

Clashshipping (Atem x Yami Malik)

ANY SHIP WITH MAGICIANS.

Dragonshipping: (Atem x Jou)

Even if your character is not on this list as long as they’ve got chemistry I will ship with you in a heart beat. I will give any ship a try and some of the best ships I ever had I would have never thought about. *coughs* fateshipping *cough*. Also I’m down for crossover ships and duplicate ships. 

[smthwolfyurlsmth]

The Wilds season 2 comments

 ASDFGHJKL!!!

This season was gooooooooooooooood omg!

Such a PLEASURE to get my girls back! My precious babiiiiiiies T-T

I missed them so much.

So i'm going to rant a little :D

careful, spoilerish!

I really enjoyed this season, and i think i was -thankfully- in the right set of mind. I mean, i wasn't super thrilled about the boys, but i didn't let it go into my head and took a massive break from social media regarding the show. So, i was open minded and all in all, i liked the boys just fine!

They were a little less flesh out than the girls in season 1 (obviously) and they did take time from the unsinkable 8 (obviously again lol). But i enjoyed what the writers have done with them. For example Kirin grew on me. And i liked that we can make several parallels between them and the girls. (I associated Kirin with Toni a lot, and more than with Rachel).

On a side note, i feel like Gretchen really set up the boys for failure, or at least pushed onto them more difficulties. Even though not in the way i was expecting it, but it made sense that it would be discreet and subtle for the "data" between the groups to be comparable. For the experiment to still seem fair and the conclusions plausible. And it shows her intelligence and viciousness. I do not like her, and i like that!

I liked the rhythm of the episodes, how they switched from the boys to the girls to past and present. It wasn't confusing (i was watching tired af in the middle of the night). And i loved how the drama of the girls was completely different in nature (and not always how and where i expected it) compared to season 1 (really high tension, full-on survival mode); and by extension compared to the boys.

Reals spoilers the next paragraph. Back to spoilerish after that.

What bothered me/what i didn't like:

How the boys handled Seth after his assault on Josh. It was a mess, and that was fine to portray, i wasn't expecting something very different. But what did bother me is what Raf said at some point. Something along the line of "who are we to judge?". I get what he was trying to say, and to some extent, he's not wrong. But my boy, Raf, you have a fucking conscience. You know what's right or wrong, the problem isn't there, you can and you should judge such actions. The problem was on the sentence and how it was conducted. So, if the problem is not clearly and correctly formulated, the resolution won't be satisfactory. And by resolution, i mean how the group actually went back to Seth for his leadership. I get their lack of possibilities, and the life/death situation they're in, but that could have been handled better IMO. It weakened the all "mercy" thing in my eyes (not particularly talking about Ivan here, really the whole situation).

Josh. It's not that i don't like him, but it feels like he's the one that the writer made the less relatable, at least that's how i feel. Which is kinda too bad bc I could have really related to the type of problems he went through :/

Less screen time for the girl, more particularly Dot and Fatin.

Martha. My poor baby went through so much T_T

What i liked:

Kirin and Ivan. I'm not sure why Kirin grew on me so much (and he's quite far from having that much development, in fact). Maybe it will pass a bit, but for now, i do root for him. Ivan, i loved the thing about his activism. I won't say much more bc this rant is already too long, and i'm still reflecting on that part, personally. But yeah, his constant fight, his restlessness, i really enjoyed seeing that. And oc his growth.

And Bo and Scotty. They're precious.

My favorite moments:

Leah and Rachel's dynamic! Just perfect!!

Shoni was great. i looooooved how they both, in their own way and needs, made the most of the island and the freedom it gives them regarding their relationship and who they are as individuals.

Dot's birthday

The bond between the girls. How they're here for each other, respecting boundaries, leaving room to breathe but at the same time really being there, calling on the bs if needed... My heart!

Last but not least, LEATIN. Already a fan of this ship since the beginning (and I picked on the subtext fast you can't imagine). I'm still processing, but MY GOD. If the show goes there. The gays would. Be. Fed! And i'm starving XD I cannot wait for the fanfics <3

Let's wrap this up i'm losing my focus and if you're still there i took too much of your time already x) (but thanks for reading)

The end of the season definitely has me hooked for more!! It feels like it could end with a season 3 though. I hope i'm wrong, i'm kinda greedy with this show ^^'

[seimeinotaka]

Sweet problems

For TwstOC week. Day 1. School Days

Rumor has it that NRC is full of crows, all of them mean and dangerous. One day Grim and Ann have a small incident with them over a delicious treat, cupcakes.

Ann Hawthorne is my MC OC, and the main character in my VilAnnthology series.

Thanks to polyphenols@AO3 for beta-reading this!

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Living in the forgotten rundown building had its perks, as Ann Hawthorne eventually found out. While cleaning it had taken a long time, the young girl had managed to make it a somewhat hospitable and almost comfortable place. Even more, she had been slowly adding flowers and shrubs from the seeds she got at Sam's shop and the botanical garden. She was able to do whatever she wanted without caring what others said. Such as taking care of the unexpected wildlife around the dorm.

Every other day, on the makeshift table made out of stone she brought together, Ann would leave some food. Chips, bread crumbs, French fries, even cookies or whatever leftovers from the Heartslabyul parties or when Ace and Deuce visited, the list was endless.

As soon as she went inside, the crows living in the trees around the building flocked to the stones and happily ate the simple feast. Ann didn't have pets, but she liked watching the crows eating from her window. Eventually she began waving at them whenever she left for school, even though Grim would laugh at her.

"Wouldn't you want to be waved at if you were a bird?"

"Are those dumb birds going to call me Grim-sama?"

"No."

"Funa! Then I don't care! But I'll show them and later they'll be begging me to listen to them!" The monster cat hollered as Ann rolled her eyes.

But she liked doing that and her dumb younger-sibling-like cat pet monster wouldn't stop her.

"Grim," Ann said as she arched an eyebrow. "You should probably wait until we reach the dorm."  Grim was happily unwrapping one of the cupcakes they had baked with Trey not long ago, barely paying attention to his surroundings. They had just left the Hall of Mirrors, on their way home. Ann was holding a box of cupcakes meant for them except that the impatient monster had sneaked one out from who knew where.

"I'm hungry! And you're too slow!" Grim said as he was licking his lips, but before he could take a bite, a nearby crow dove straight and stole the pastry.

"Funaaaaa! My cupcake!” he yelled, chasing the bird fruitlessly as it rested on the a top branch of a nearby tree.

"Give it back, dumb bird!" Grim yelled, staring as the bird cocked its head.

"Give up, Grim," Ann replied with a sigh, having caught up as she didn't want to ruin the ones in the box.  "We still have 6 and you stole that one anyway."

"Give it ba-Eek!"

Grim could only watch in horror as the crow chomped the cupcake and swallowed it all, uncaring of the critter's cries and jumps.

"Let's go, Grim. Look, it already ate it. You don't want crow barf or poo so give it a rest," Ann replied dryly.

However, Grim's eyes narrowed dangerously. "My cupcake!" he yelled, throwing a flame at the crow, which narrowly missed, slightly burning its feathers.

"Grim, bad idea!" Ann said as the crow dove down to peck on Grim's head. The bird flew high and cawed loudly, summoning in an instant a cloud of 10 or more birds.

Without a second thought, Ann grabbed Grim by the waist and ran in the direction of Ramshackle dorm, a trail of crows following close. Their croaks were similar to the sounds of hell, reaching closer and closer.

Ann didn't dare to look back, eyes locked on the  familiar gate, coming closer and closer into view. She opened it with a shove, accidentally hitting Grim on the head with one of the metal bars. Her arm would hurt the next day, but it was better than being murdered by crows in her book. The squawks were so loud now and she felt some of the hellish fiends flying closer to her sides. The building was so close, even if her lungs were beginning to ache and her legs were giving out...

Suddenly, 11 flashes of black from the opposite direction flew towards the pressing crows, the noise becoming unbearable, as black feathers scattered everywhere like rain. Ann wouldn't look at the scene, focusing on opening the door and hiding inside with Grim.

Only after they were inside, she peeked through the window and found more a massive war of crows, their cries filling the air. She recognized some of them, the crows of Ramshackle dorm were attacking their pursuers. The cries didn't stop for several minutes until the invaders flew away as the defenders cawed in what could only be a warning message.

Seeing that the cupcakes on her box were a total mess, not surviving the pursuit, Ann took the remnants and left them on the stone. She figured they deserved a reward, as their unexpected saviors.

-

The next time Ann and Grim came back from the Hall of Mirrors, Ann was carrying a couple of boxes. Ignoring the warning caws of the defeated crows, all eyes on her and Grim, Ann walked by the tree where the fight had started. At the top the crow with the burnt feathers was sitting, squawking dangerously at them.

Ann cleared her throat, "Grim."

"Huh, I don't have to."

Ann shot a dangerous look at him, and the cat groaned. "I'm sorry," he grumbled. "But you-"

"Fine now," she quickly interjected before Grim could get a fired up again and start a fight. "We brought these as an offer of peace," Ann said and opened one of the boxes, showing a dozen cupcakes. "They are safe to eat," she added as she took a small part of one and ate it in front of the dozens of eyes staring at her.

Carefully, she put the box on the ground and slowly rose up, walking away, never showing her back. Only when she felt she was far away, she turned her back and the crows flocked at the baked offering.

The crows at Ramshackle dorm also received another tasty reward as Ann warned Grim that next time, she would leave him there if he attacked the crows.

-

"Hey Ann, when did you get so good at Animal Languages?" Jack asked the young girl as she was leaving the table to get some dessert.

"What?" Ann arched an eyebrow.

"Ah, Trickster Ann-kun," Rook said, suddenly appearing behind her, causing her to jump and hide behind Jack. "Rumor has it that you commanded an army of crows to save Monsieur Fuzzball the other day."

"I what?"

"Ruggie-senpai saw you two being attacked by crows, then another group saved you. When he walked by Ramshackle dorm, they chased him away. Said it was your turf."

"Crows are fickle creatures, even those most skilled at Animal Language have difficulty agreeing with them," Rook said, looking at her intensely. "What trick did you use to bewitch them?"

Ann frowned as she said flatly, "Contrary to what you all believe, kindness, gratitude and selflessness come a long way. Also, I don't have a gang of crows."

"You do. That's what they said, " both replied in unison.

Quickly realizing she wouldn’t change their minds, she gave up and went to her dorm. As she looked outside on the window of her room, a small sparkling glimpse caught her eye. On the stool of the window, there laid a small beautiful star-shaped crystal. She lifted it up, looked at the crows on the tree and smiled.

-

Crows are incredibly smart, they can remember people's faces and are capable of holding grudges. In fact, crows can tell other crows about people who hurt them. They also remember people being nice to them as well. I think there's a reason why crows are mean to the students in NRC lol

Some crows even bring gifts to the people who are nice to them. It ranges from rocks to even uhhh dead animals, anything that is small enough to fit in their beaks.

Thank you for reading!