#i hope I can keep adding to this as we go

[blxxmingrose]

hans had his journal in his lap, the pages halfway filled now as the days passed and their garden slowly came to life. there was plenty to keep track of—watering days and rotations and schedules only hans could understand, written in neat handwriting and tracked diligently. his feet were curled underneath him as he sat on the couch, reviewing his work, scooter quietly laying on the floor beside him while jinx was on june’s lap, the pair of them beside hans, filling out the sofa that was perfect just for them. 

“some of the vegetables should be ready to harvest tomorrow,” he said happily with a turn to june, his journal safely set aside for the time being as he leaned against his husband’s chest. “we should make a stew out of them, something hearty for this kind of weather. and then, if the harvest is good, i’d like to set aside some for our landlady,” he added, his fingers tracing lazy circles along june’s palm. 

he was the picture of ease, of finally reaping the hard work of the days prior, and hans was excited to share their bounty. “with much luck, we'll see that we have a healthy garden so that we can sell the next harvest.” his eyes twinkled with the thought, the daunting task turned into something he had grown more excited for as the days passed and he saw the progress. how quickly the plants had grown, and how plump the vegetables looked, all made him look forward to every day. 

and then, of course, there were the flowers. not to be outdone by the other plants, they had started their growth as well, with early blossoms already starting to add color to their yard. “we shall have our flowers soon. there will be plenty to decorate the house, and more for our special day.” with this, he captured june’s hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze before pressing a kiss to the ring he had given june several days ago.

everything had been going on according to plan that hans’ heart was filled with unimaginable joy, the same reflected in his eyes as he scanned june’s face, his voice rising with his excitement. “i hope you haven’t gotten cold feet yet!” 

june exhaled a soft laugh, the warmth of it curling around the last remnants of emotion still thick in his throat. "yeah, you and your tears," he murmured, shaking his head just a little, though his smile was full of nothing but affection. "well, i suppose i knew what i was signing up for." his gaze softened as he brushed his knuckles against hans’s cheek, feeling the lingering dampness there.

hans had always carried his heart so openly, never shying away from feeling deeply, from loving wholly. it was one of the things june adored most about him. there had been a time when june hadn't known what to do with that kind of love — when he had looked at hans and felt something in him shift, something unfamiliar and terrifying in its intensity. but now, now he understood. now he knew that love like this was meant to be felt in full, not held at arm’s length.

he leaned in, pressing his lips gently to hans’s forehead, lingering there as if he could imprint the feeling into his skin. "you can cry as much as you want on our wedding day," he whispered, his voice laced with quiet amusement. "just as long as you can still say your vows through the tears." his fingers traced a slow, comforting path down hans’s jaw before slipping back into the familiar grasp of his hands.

scooter’s bark startled him, though he only laughed at the sudden interruption, watching as hans turned his attention to the dog with that same gentleness he always carried. the sight of it, hans reassuring scooter with a scratch behind the ear, sent a deep warmth through june’s chest. scooter had always been protective, always watching over them like a silent guardian, and it was oddly comforting to know.

june crouched slightly, reaching out to ruffle the fur atop scooter’s head. "you’re always keeping an eye on us, aren’t you?" he said, scratching behind his ears before glancing back up at hans. the garden around them had begun to settle into the hues of the evening, the sunlight casting long shadows across the ground, painting their home in soft golds and deep blues. it was beautiful, peaceful. a place that belonged entirely to them.

he tilted his head slightly at hans’s words, his lips quirking into a knowing smile. "oh? the garden won’t grow with too many eyes on it?" he echoed, amusement laced in his tone. he took hans’s hands again, squeezing them lightly before guiding him toward the house. "come on, then. let’s go inside." and as they stepped towards their home, june found himself stealing one last glance at the garden — their garden. the one they had planted together, the one they would continue to tend to, season after season. it would grow, just as their love had.

and he couldn’t wait to see it bloom.

[wlwsoccerfics]

Sick Days(MapiXIngridXLeónReader)

Warning: Google translate used , Asthma attack

Summary: your sister & Ingrid want you to rest but you are really stubborn.

"¡estoy bien!(I am fine)!" You claimed. Even though it was obvious you weren't. In fact you were dangerously close to triggering an Asthma attack. Which was obviously not good at all.

¡No, no estás bien!(No you aren't okay!)" Mapi answered. Looking at you. You were quite stubborn so even though you had the exact same conversation an hour ago when Mapi woke you up for practice and realized how sick you actually were. Yesterday you had a little sniffle. Now you had a bad cough and could barely breath. You actually were wheezing every now and then.

Your sister wasn't the only one that voiced her concern though. No Ingrid did as well.

"y/n, you need to take some days off and rest. Practice could make things worse!" Ingrid let you know.

"No quiero defraudar al equipo.(i don't want to let the Team down.)" You explained.

"¡Tu práctica faltante no los decepcionará!(you missing practice won't disappoint them!)" Mapi answered. Your sister didn't like this one bit. She has seen you have Asthma attacks when you were younger & she knew how bad those were. And how bad they could be even now. When you catch a cold or something like that.

"Si te esfuerzas demasiado, eso los afectará.(you pushing yourself too hard , is gonna affect them though.)" She also added. Ingrid nodded her head in agreement.

"Sólo quiero ver la práctica al menos.(i just want to watch practice at least.)" You told them. They weren't too Happy about that either because you actually belonged in bed but that way they at least could keep an eye on you.

"Bien, pero ponte ropa de abrigo.(fine, but put on some warm clothes.)" Mapi replied.

"and bring a blanket!" Ingrid said.

"bueno.(Okay)" You wheezed out. Mapi and Ingrid glanced at one another. Really regretting to agreeing with letting you Go to practice. Even if it was just to watch. You are 16 years old and have been living with them since you joined Barca a few months back.

You almost fell asleep in the car, but fought against it. You wore a thick Jacket, a Beanie and a scarf. When you walked into the lockerroom. Well walked wasn't actually the most accurate word to describe it. You dragged yourself in. The Hood of your Jacket over the Beanie on your head. Blanket wrapped around you. Everyone was looking at you with concern written all over their faces. You were coughing softly, sitting down on the bench.

"Pequeño, tu lugar está en la cama.(little one, you belong in bed.)" Alexia said right away.

"Sólo estoy aquí para mirar.(just here to watch.)" You let her know.

"Intentamos hacerla descansar, Alexia.(we tried to get her to rest, Alexia.)" Mapi explained, walking in right behind you. Ingrid next to her.

"you know she is stubborn." Ingrid replied. You let out a huff which actually triggered a coughing fit. Aitana right by your side, rubbing your back.

"Te ves agotada!(you look exhausted)" She told you.

"¡No quería perdérmelo!(i didn't want to miss out!)" You admitted. Sniffling softly.

"¡Puedes mirar, pero si las cosas empeoran, te irás a casa!(you can watch but if things get worse you are going home!)" Alexia said.

They got ready to go outside for practice. Doing some drills. You watched them for a bit before you started to develop a fever. Hoping the other Girls wouldn't look over cause if they did they would notice it right away.

Unfortunately that fever wasn't the issue right now. No you started coughing really badly and ended up with an Asthma attack in full swing. Breathing heavy. The noises you made were quite loud appearently because the Girls all looked at you before they sprinted over. Your sister was the first one by your side. Along with Ingrid and Alexia.

"¡Está bien, estoy aquí!(it's okay I am here!)" Mapi told you. She sat you up straight. Grabbing your inhaler from the Pocket of her trainings sweatpants.

"Take a deep breath!"Ingrid instructed once Mapi placed the inhaler in your mouth. And you did take two deep breaths. It wasn't easy. But you managed.

"Ya es suficiente. Necesitas ir a casa y descansar.(that's enough. you need to go home and rest.)" Alexia answered.

You were too weak to argue. Ingrid who helped you up with Mapi frowned.

"you are burning Up!" She stated. Looking really worried. Mapi put a Hand on your forehead.

"Tienes mucha fiebre. (you have a really bad fever.)" Mapi confirmed.

Alexia told them to take you home and make sure you get enough rest. There was a really important game coming up in two weeks and they all knew you wanted to play in it. So resting now was Key.

The two took you Home and helped you into your pjs. Then they put you to bed. Ingrid decided to make some soup for you and Mapi stayed with you. Watching you sleep. She was worried you would have another Asthma attack. You ended up cuddling into your sister's arms. Sleeping for most of the day, you had some of the soup Ingrid made, had a long bath and then went back to sleep once again. Both Ingrid and Mapi stayed with you the entire night. Thankfully the next day was an off day so you didn't had to worry about missing out on anything. You were sleeping for most of that day as well before you started to feel like yourself again so you slowly got back into practice.

And you were able to play in the important game! Which you one and scored a goal in.

[db0xtae]

Winning the Breakup | Epilogue 1/2

- Minho (Xo Kitty) X Reader

ৎ୭ Summary : Y/N, a talented and athletic after an intense breakup, Y/N reluctantly agrees to fake date Minho, to make their exes jealous. What begins as a mutual arrangement soon turns complicated when their fake relationship starts to feel all too real. With humor, bickering, and tender moments, Minho and Y/N's journey proves that sometimes the best way to heal from heartbreak is to allow yourself to fall in love.

ৎ୭ Warnings : None

ৎ୭ WC : 1,129



ৎ୭ Previous Chapters : 14

ৎ୭ A/N : Hope you guys enjoy this is part one of the special chapters.

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Epilogue: A New Beginning

The cold breeze of early spring swept through the KISS campus as students filed into the building for the first day of the new semester. The sun was still low in the sky, casting a soft glow over the school grounds, signaling the start of a new chapter not just in their academic lives, but in the lives of Minho and Y/N.

The last few months had been a whirlwind. After their New Year’s Eve marathon—which turned into an unforgettable night of laughs, snacks, and stolen kisses—things had settled into a comfortable rhythm. They were no longer just a couple pretending for the sake of exes, nor were they two people fumbling through their feelings. No, they were together, fully, and it was as easy as breathing.

They were still Minho and Y/N, the two people who started off fake dating as a joke. But now, there was no joke. There was love. There was the shared morning coffee before classes, the late-night walks when everything felt like it was just the two of them in the world, and the sweet, unspoken understanding that no matter how chaotic life got, they had each other.

As Y/N stood in front of her dorm room, organizing her books for the day, her phone buzzed with a text from Minho.

Minho: “You ready for the first day back? Or are you still in denial that break is over?”

Y/N rolled her eyes fondly before typing a response.

Y/N: “Just getting my life together. Give me five minutes, I’ll be ready.”

She hit send and slipped her phone into her bag, giving herself a once-over in the mirror before grabbing her jacket and heading out the door.

When she arrived at the school’s main entrance, there was Minho, standing casually by a bench, hands in his pockets, waiting for her with that signature half-smile that always made her heart skip. It had only been a few months since they’d admitted their feelings, but it already felt like he’d always been in her life.

“Morning,” Y/N greeted, her voice warm with affection.

Minho’s eyes lit up as he stepped forward, his lips curling into a smile. “Morning, sleepyhead. Did you actually get some sleep last night, or were you busy planning for your next Netflix binge?”

Y/N laughed. “I slept for five hours, thank you very much.”

“Five hours? You’re lucky if I got that much,” Minho said dramatically, though his voice softened when he added, “but I guess I’d rather be here with you than anywhere else.”

Y/N smiled, her cheeks tinged with pink. It had been so easy to fall for him, and in a way, she couldn’t believe how much she had grown to rely on him. Their relationship had blossomed in the most natural of ways, with each of them supporting the other, helping each other grow, and loving each other fiercely.

As they walked through the campus toward their first class of the semester, they reminisced about the past few months.

“Can you believe it’s been almost four months since we started… all of this?” Y/N asked, gesturing between the two of them.

Minho smirked. “It’s been four months of ‘fake dating’ that turned into real dating, huh?”

Y/N playfully nudged him with her elbow. “You were the one who wanted to keep up the ‘fake dating’ act for the longest time.”

Minho raised his hands in surrender. “Hey, I wasn’t the one who couldn’t keep her hands off me. Who could blame me for going along with it?”

Y/N rolled her eyes, but the playful spark in her gaze gave away how much she enjoyed their back-and-forth banter. “You are so full of yourself, Minho.”

“Only when I’m talking about you,” he teased, leaning in just enough to steal a quick kiss on the cheek. “Besides, I think I’ve earned it.”

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” Y/N teased back, giving him a playful shove. “Now, are you ready for this semester?”

Minho grinned, slipping his hand into hers. “Ready as I’ll ever be. With you by my side, I can handle anything KISS throws our way.”

As they entered the classroom, they were greeted by their friends—Kitty, Dae, Q, Yuri, and the rest of the crew. There was an undeniable change in the air. It wasn’t just that Minho and Y/N were dating; it was that they were dating openly, confidently, and without hesitation. They didn’t need to hide anymore. No more awkward silences or secret glances. The friends had all gotten used to the idea, and more importantly, they had embraced it.

“You guys are officially the cutest couple ever,” Kitty said, flashing a teasing smile as she winked at Y/N.

“Seriously,” Dae chimed in, his voice low but playful. “I can’t believe you two managed to make it through all that fake dating nonsense and end up together. That’s a plot twist I didn’t see coming.”

Yuri just shook her head with a fond smile. “Honestly, I thought you’d both be too stubborn to admit it. But here we are.”

Q grinned from his seat. “If you two break up, I swear I’m going to call a drama writer and have you both star in a show about the ultimate love story. It’ll be legendary.”

Minho chuckled, his fingers still intertwined with Y/N’s as he sat beside her. “As long as there are no love triangles involved, I’m in.”

Y/N leaned into him, her gaze shifting to her friends as she spoke. “We’re not going anywhere, you know. We’ve been through a lot together already. If we can survive fake dating, we can handle anything.”

“True,” Yuri said, smiling gently. “You two are solid.”

The bell rang, signaling the start of class, and the group settled into their seats, but the atmosphere felt different. Lighter. There was a sense of comfort, of peace that came with knowing that Minho and Y/N were no longer pretending. They were real.

As the class progressed, Minho and Y/N exchanged small glances and secret smiles, their hearts light with the knowledge that they had something special. They weren’t just a couple of friends anymore, not pretending for the sake of others. They were them—two people who had found each other through chaos and confusion, and now they were navigating this thing called life together.

When the class ended, Minho and Y/N walked out together, hand in hand, ready for the semester ahead. There was so much to look forward to—more memories to make, more moments to share, and more love to give.

And as they stepped into the busy halls of KISS, they knew that whatever happened, they would face it together. Because the hardest part was already behind them.

The rest? It was just the beginning.

[seiishindraws]

Hii, I saw your latest post and your art style is so pretty?? What?? I have a question though. How do you do the paint one? Or rendering in general. Like genuinely, I have a problem with rendering and I can't seem to quite understand it on my own. Do you just start with flat colors? Do you do lineart or colors right after the sketch? Is the "lineart" just added later? Painted over? Erased to give thinner and thicker lines?? I'm really curious!!

hi! im not the best painter tbh! though i do have a background in painting but ill try my best to explain

diff artists have different approaches to how they paint but generally yes, you would start out with big shapes first and then go into the details - work big picture first. like, if you squint and the drawing makes sense in terms of value and colour and shape, youre on the right path.

i can kinda show this with a warmup in-class speedpaint exercise we did a couple weeks ago where we were tasked with painting an eye in about 30 minutes (i was late and only had 20 lol)

luckily ive got the layers for this. i start of with a base layer, kind of like a underpaint layer since that's how i personally learned to paint traditionally. i did have a sketch before laying down this base layer under it but i ended up using it for final rendering details lol

after that i started laying down the big blocks of colour. i wasn't necessarily aiming for complete colour accuracy here, i just wanted to match the value. i chose a pink underlayer to influence my colour choices because the underlayer will peak through the blocks of colour i paint over it

and then (forgive me if this seems like "draw the rest of the owl" in terms of progression) but this is where i started going in with finer detail. i did the rest of the render on the sketch layer i had so you can see some of the lines from the sketch here

here's the layers completely seperate from each other

even for the flat colour version of my character, i had an underpaint layer! i used yellow and orange since i wanted her colours to be warm and used a semi-opaque brush to put her colours in rather than using a completely opaque brush

when i wanted to do the painted version, i put the lineart on multiply and reduced the opacity and brushed in some some quick shadows on seperate layer on hard light mode to give me a good base to start painting with

and then i did all the rendering and details on a new layer ontop of everything. i keep the lineart light so i can paint over it easily and also colour pick from it when i want a more distinct line to seperate certain shapes. i unfortunately dont know how to explain this part because a lot of this is intuitive to me and i'm still learning. but you gotta make use of different types of "edges" in painting, and you would generally have more contrast in the focal point of your painting than in other places to draw the eye to that point. i suggest researching the use of edges in painting if you really wanna learn more - because im a terrible teacher haha

for fun here's what the rendering layer for this one looks like on its own and the finished thing for comparison

there's other things you need to learn too, like bounce light, atmospheric perspective, ambient occlusion... and colour theory is always important! i could go on for a long time. there's a lot of pieces to the puzzle and it may seem overwhelming but there's tons of resources online and it will all become second nature to you as you keep practicing

uhh hope that helps!

[smilepilled]

a compilation of love letters (/community, familial, friendly, fellowship, etc.) from me, marcela, to many different people who have had a positive impact on me. please take your time to find your own blog, and please have a lovely day. i may update this throughout time, so keep an eye out for your blog handle here!

will not be in any particular order. ❤️‍🩹

BEFORE YOU GO, PLEASE KEEP IN MIND — I MAY NOT FULLY BE ABLE TO CORRELATE YOUR BLOG AND YOUR DISCORD ACCOUNT! that's a skill issue from me, and it doesnt mean i dont care-- its just extremely hard for me, personally. ive been trying to get better at it, but i hope my messages still manage to be something nice even if i didnt manage to link your blog to your personal discord presence. sorry, and thank you ♡

@radiomogai — 🎙📻📡🧮

i think not enough people say this, but you're a very important figure in the mogai community. your disclaimers and warnings to the masses that lurk through many tags and blogs are not only heard, but cherished. i remember being intimidated by you up until actually interacting with you, and youre a joy to be around. i still laugh at the time i made the christmas picture and added you as an actual radio; you are remembered fondly. i greatly appreciate your presence in this community beyond the archival, because you yourself are great. as in, a lovely company, a dear friend. i have so much i owe to you way above the themes or archival, but you also do a great job with your archive. i greatly respect you, and feel happy in your presence. thank you for being here, seriously. i hope i get the chance to do more to help you out whenever you need it. you're the one of the most patient and gentle people ive seen in this community, and its almost shocking with how people test patiences all around. thank you

@rwuffles — 🟩🟦🟥🟪🟨

mogaiblr jesus... indeed! you make such lovely things and you genuinely terrify me when i see that your queue is still at 400 after a bajillion posts (positively terrific). aside feom that, you are genuinely such a ray of sunshine, watching you play tetris leaves me in awe and the moments ive shared with you are very cherished to me. i like talking to you and youre incredibly kind, despite people testing you and The Horrors. i hope i can get to talk to you more, so i can properly get to communicate how cool you are to you, directly. your presence is strong and felt throughout the entirety of the spaces you're in; but don't forget, you're not a president or a professional, you're one of your fellows. should you ever need help or time to breathe, im sure your community will have your back-- i can definitely say i do. please be kind to yourself, and please take care. youre genuinely precious to be around and im sure a plethora of people agree. you are the little golden critter amongst us, and i feel like maybe sometimes you may not feel like it-- dont worry, we will always be here to remind you. youre the sun where your community basks and dances, and you're here with us too! thank you

@scr-ppup — 🪖🌫💣🥽

i genuinely love the stuff you cole up with, and the kindness that you extend to people-- the one of which youve also extended to me. maybe its a silly thing to mention, but youve helped me a lot in times where i couldnt even do a simple little descriprion for a flag. and it means a lot to me, regardless of how small this gesture may be to other people. you are genuinely so comforting to be around, i know i may be wrong but i feel like i have a huge bodyguard behind me chatting and drinking tea when im near you. i really like seeing you interact with people and im always happy to interact with you, even if it happens not so often. your creations never cease to amaze me and theres times where i squeal seeing something you make. you are truly one of the most badass, yet kindest people here. i mean it. thank you

@gender-mailman — ❤️‍🩹💌🩸🔪

you were one of the first people i had courage to interact with in mogaiblr, if i remember correctly-- back when i was themed as a velvet worm. your blog and presence SCREAMED friendliness (and BPD), and i just felt really reassured in it. regardless of your scrumptious creations (pallettes and symbols 🤌), you're such a ball of energy and you're so silly, and of course, extremely easy to talk to. it really makes me smile remembering when i was afraid to ask about when i should join the Evil Mogai Business, worried it'd be phrased poorly, and you just said that you did exactly what i was planning-- it was such a relief. despite the lack of recent "bug talking to you" activities, i want to thank you for the comfort youve brought to me, and the kindness youve shown whenever i talked to you. you're one of the most passionate and easily-talkable folks i know, bonus points for you being brazilian. thank you

@lovesse — 💥🎀💄💗

you are THE "popular IT girl" figure in this community, to me (unsure if you're a girl, im going purely from vibes though). as in, i've looked up to you since the very beggining. your presence is strong and assuring, and your creations are the fucking peak of this realm. some of your terms resonated so well with me that i wondered where the cameras were (jokingly of course). but aside from that, you've always been a very positive figure to me, and i'm always very happy seeing activity from you. i know you've been through a lot in this community, and i hope you don't mind bringing your presence in it up, but you've done so much for it and i need people to acknowledge it. we don't know eachother very well, and we haven't talked much outside of tumblr evil business, but your presence makes me glad. thank you for always being such a great lighthouse for the seadwellers in this community. youre a greatly inspirational figure and you are charm-maxxing (/platonic, "girl you rock!" coded?). thank you

@laughdiamond — 🌻🌿🌾🌱

you!!!! youuuu started ALL of my curiosity or this community. if i had someone to thank for making me deep-dive into goodfaith, mogai and community, its you. your blog was the first i found after the times i lurked in pinterest for the time i hoarded xenogenders and microlabels-- a linked post, and i found my way to your blog. the yaoyao conductor theme, extremely eyecandy-ful, i remember getting sparkly eyed at your blog and creations. i think i know a good amount of them from memory (but its always difficult to remmeber the names, thats my skill issue whatsoever), which goes to shoe just how much of an impact your presence around these parts had. and im not trying to be parasocial, you genuinely did help me, eye-to-eye telling you this. im sorry i never properly expressed to you my appreciation, up until it was far too late (seen as youve left this place, with rightful motive). you're always gonna be a fond memory to me, you're the nostalgia blog of this community for me. i full-heartedly thank you to no end for what your blog has done to help me, regardless of being < the blog that got me into mogaiblr >. dont ever apologize for it, either, i knoe theres negative aspects to this space but YOU are a part of the good aspects. once again, thank you for your lovely creations, thank you for what youve done for me, and thank you for your presence in times before. thank you

@lunentity — ✨️🔮🌙🪩

YOU! the moon in its mystique magnificence, giving terms to people like meteors with fun gifts from the cosmos. you are such an ICON to me, genuinely such a huge inspiration as well. talking to you is also never scary or the like, youre such a kind and easy-going person. surely im not the closest to you, but it doesn't take away from what i say, you are extremely easy to be around, and thats something i really appreciate. im always happy to tag you in a post with the moon mentioned, or something that i see and go "OH! MOONY WOULD LOVE THIS!" on the spot. you are extremely kind and sweet, like a cold day when youre wrapped in 4 heavy blankets playing animal jam with a bag of snacks and soda. your presence is felt in what is reassuring and friendly. i have not checked up on you lately, but i hope you're okay, and all is well for you. you're such a kind and heart-warming person, i am grateful for our interactions and convos. thank you

@kiruliom — ���🌸🌊🩸

we may not interact a whole lot, but YOU are so whimsical. no, seriously, you are so joyful its astonishing. and you always manage to keep your cheermaxxed status despite speaking up on multiple important topics, which i find very balance pilled and awesome. youre not scary despite your ghostface motifs, and i think youre like a uncle/aunt figure (whichever word you personally would use), a kind of distant yet kindly relative in the eyes of the liomogai community; which i also strive to be, so its nice to see YOU recreate it so well. we havent talked (much?) personally, so i think this is more how i view you currently havent spoken not to you in personal. you remind me of the animal jam Crystal Sands OST, and thats one of the biggest compliments i can give-- its very directly related to you being comforting, so i hope you know your presence is very welcoming. your terms are a CHEF'S KISS to me, and i feel very happy whenever you post. i think

@buntress — 🐇🧨🔪🔗

i look up to you like an autistic little thing staring up with HUGE bug eyes. i am to this day so sorry and apolocheeseful for the pride star incident, but i know youve since understood that i made a mistake and youre chill about it. i LOVE your terms, and i swallow your posts without chewing on them like a sucuri giant brazilian snake. genuinely feel very happy when i see a post from you, or when interaction occurs. youre so so cool and kick-ass to me, youre like the big sibling that i see being punk rock and cheer on. i dont even know if youre older than me, probably so, but regardless youre SUPER cool. like the punk rock hare of the punk rock club. despitw that, you're super kind and nice to talk to, and i want to make sure i get some more interaction action (/caseoh phrase) with you, because you're genuinely super friend coded. im sorry i didnt say much, but i hope its enough to at least make you smile, you definitely deserve it. thank you

@the-astropaws — 🥀🪶♥️🧸

prepare for trouble, and make it double... to the two QUEERS running this blog, you two are too kind to be real sometimes. i genuinely love the stuff made around these parts (the blog), and how you speak up about issues in the community with eloquence and well-put wording. i appreciate this blog and the two persons behind it; you two are super swell to be around. i still remember the purple theme and it makes me happy to remember that i remember the theme, becahse it means you two made your way into my head properly. thank you for your presence so much, its so stress-free to send an ask or talk to you, and i know we may not have interacted a whole lot but i appreciate your presences greatly. thank you so so so much for being around, and for your gentle words. thank you

@rabidbatboy — 🪰🩸🦴⛓️

alright... who's SLURRING it up around here? okay, anyways, your posts and creations have given me so much closure and happiness. and thats that. your roachgirl, muttgirl, roachdyke and gay flags are so good it makes me want to recite popular tiktok phrases like "DROP ANOTHER COINING POST, AND MY LIFE IS YOURS!!!!!" or the like. your presence is INCREDIBLY strong and felt whenever you're around-- i can easily, immediately go "oh thats the fightclub guy! thats the uncledyke! ohhhh thats the punk ass dude from tumblr! oh hell yeah!" when i see you talking. and despite the fact you are a very strong figure, you're ironically really easy to talk to! i actually used to be very intimidated by and < Oh My God You Can Actually Kill Me If You Decide To Do So Please Spare This Bug> towards you, but noe you're just... fellow uncle. fellow dudebro. i feel very happy whenever i see you because it means youre out there rawdogging life, and that means i've got a chance too. i love your fight club references and your entire vibe, you are very positively what i can describe as "the type of person that makes me want to get competitive". but even with that, youre incredibly patient and generous (despite how people test your patience). thank you

@nqvo — 🦢🪞🌫🪷

my nephew. my sweet nephew. oh you absolute struggler, you NEED to make more terms that people will love instead of assets that people will steal. you get so rightfully pissed at the things ed*tblr has going on, and i think you would profit from a change of space, because holy hell does it hurt when i get close to editblr instead of coinblr. you're always so fucking angry and i'm HERE for it! i love listening to you complain and make the points you make, because SOMEHOW you're always correct about things, and it baffles me that your rage is contained despite the horrors you witness and endure. but aside from that, i treasure you as family and im so glad to know you and be able to share a GROUPCHAT with you. whenever i hear you talk of your interests and when you have the faggotry episodes, i feel very happy. your happiness is important to me, and i better fucking see you start being nicer and nicer and nicer and nicer to yourself. youre unbelievably well put together considering how much people push your buttons, sometimes i wish i could send meteors to the people bothering you, or that you give them a piece of your mind. but you and i know its not worth it, so i'll also be glad to hear what you have to say in the < melancholic rupture far deep into the sea >, amongst our friends. people like you a lot, son (/like a old dude talking to a young lad), and i hope you see that its all because you're YOU, not anything else. your bravery and your perseverance make me hope for better times, and i hope you can let yourself ask for help whenever you need it-- to me, or in general. your friends love you, and we all got you. thank you

@praysia — 🎧💠🎀🔌

tranny... faggot... dyke... slur-a-tron... my best friend in slurhood. the slurmaxxer. you are such a lovely friend and i love to hear your yap sessions, and i absolutely adore when you talk about your manmade horror yaois. i love slinging slurs at you and when you use the :pathetic: emoji. you are genuinely such a great friend and your presence makes me raise my arms into the air and go "THE SLURS ARE HERE!!!!". please never ever shut the fuck up or im gonna die miserably like a slug with salt on it. please never give up. youre very motivational to me because youve been through so many life-ending things and still you persist. i like to punch you and stuff haha cool dynamic, but i also genuinely appreciate when youre around. i may not know you all too well on the idyera iceberg, but i sure as hell appreciate you regardless. youre like if the phrase "man's best friend" was a person, because youre a stupid dog and one of the best friends i have, even if you havent unearthed your most horrifying life stories near me. i dont need you to, i just know youre my good friend fagalo. dearest fagoba seradykei mutual. i will hase you with hammers and hold you up into the air. thank you for being here to this day, you fucking liberal!!!!!! youre a joy to be around and i always smile when im near you. youre like a fountain of joy, despite being a mentally ill bitch; youre seriously a lovely person to be around, and i hope you feel like you can rely on me when you need help, even if youre more of a haf than me. thank you

@arachnwife — ⚙️🌈🔪🎉

you are so correct all the time it almost makes me angry (positively). i love seeing you in convos and i love the stuff you make, and im SOOO fucking happy you made a icon blog because ive been complaining about exclusionist icon makers for the past months, and youre like jesus christ coming back for making a icon blog without being a prick... i love conversations with you, and whenever i spot you its like the animal jam best guess game and im winning the spider questions. i also have a passing feeling, a slight suspicion that you might like ticci toby (just a mere impression HEHSHRHKRKTK). youre so chill its almost like eating ice cream and getting brainfreeze-- without the agony though, positively chilling. thank you for being around. i really really want to talk to you more so sometimes i show up and say something and pray for god to bestow a convo upon us. but i'll keep putting more effort into talking to you, because you are PAWESOME! very nice to be around you. keep up the good shtuff up dude, i really appreciate it. thank you

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@icwdtea / @puriette-archived — 🐶🧣🍰🍁

OUPY!!!!! THATS OUPYYYY!!! THATS OOMPHIEEEE!!!! MY OOMPHIE OUPYYYY... THE MUSIC MISER!!!! you are the physical manifestation of the autumn season to me. i can layer clothes, get nice and cozy, feel the chill fresh breeze on my face, but never will i have to freeze, overheat, or be uncomfortable around you. you've gone and you go through so much, and it only ever seems to make you be kinder to defy bitterness-- and thats something big. something special, shiny, precious, and i think it perfectly represents you; youre warm like < three fluffy blankets > during a freezing winter night, a sweet and soft slice of cake with tons of chocolate involved (icing, filling, etc.), youre like a hug from a old friend you havent seen in forever. you, too, are like the word "man's best friend", much like our slurmaxxing canine friend; you are the peace after a horrible storm, you are the tbeautiful things in life, a smile exchanged between one and a stranger. you are the sweet melodies of music without vocals, the gentle humming of a loving familiar, the warm air around a fireplace. your kindness and your loveliness may be accompanied by rabid behavior, but that will never take away from your love-natured self. you are so many goof things i cannot say, and i hope you know it goes beyond just being perceived-- its something you are, and im grateful for you being around to this day. i hope we can talk more often. thank you

[valkyriexo]

He's the bad guy... DUH | OT8

ᑉ³pairing; OT8 x Reader

ᑉ³genre; Fluff, angst (ish)

ᑉ³warnings; mentions of toxic boyfriend

ᑉ³Authors Note; Requested <3 Im going to be honest and say im not very confident about this piece... but let me know your thoughts

It had been weeks since your friends had started noticing the change in you. The sparkle in your eyes that used to be there when you talked about your work, your passion, your dreams—gone. The smile that was once so effortlessly bright had become a shadow of its former self. But you didn’t let anyone see it. You kept up appearances. You told them everything was fine.

But tonight, your friends weren’t buying it.

You walked into the living room, hoping to enjoy a quiet evening with your boys, but the atmosphere in the room was heavy, a tension that made your stomach churn. They were all there—Chan, Felix, Hyunjin, Seungmin, and the others—but something about their faces made your heart drop.

There was a brief silence, and you could see them exchanging glances—none of them looking directly at you.

Finally, Chan cleared his throat, a slight shift in his posture as if he were gathering his words. "Yeah, uh… We’ve noticed… well, a lot of things," he began, his voice careful, almost too soft. "It’s just, we’ve been seeing you a lot less like… you lately, and it’s got us worried."

His gaze flickered down, almost like he was searching for the right words. He always had this protective nature about him, but now, there was a hesitation, as though he didn’t want to upset you. He ran a hand through his hair, taking a deep breath before continuing.

"We’re just, uh… concerned," he said, his words slow, measured. "You don’t seem like yourself. And we can’t ignore it anymore."

You felt a pang in your chest, but you fought it off, trying to remain calm. "What do you mean? I’m fine, really." You gave a weak smile, but even you knew it wasn’t convincing.

Felix spoke up next, his voice gentle. "You’ve been distant," he said, his brow furrowed in concern. "You cancel plans all the time, and when we do hang out, you’re not… well, you. It’s like you’re carrying something heavy. You’ve been pulling away from us, Y/N."

You didn’t have an answer for that. It was true, but you couldn’t bring yourself to explain why. Not like this.

Chan finally locked eyes with you, and there was an undeniable softness there, but something else—something urgent. "Look, we’re not trying to push you, but… this thing with him," he began, stumbling over his words. "We just—we don’t understand. Why are you still with him?"

Your chest tightened at the mention of him, and you wanted to tell them everything. How could you? How could you explain the tangled mess you had gotten yourself into?

Your mind raced, panic starting to rise. "No, no," you said quickly, shaking your head. "You’re just overthinking it."

Hyunjin raised an eyebrow. "Overthinking it? We’ve seen you, Y/N. You’re different. Something’s wrong."

You bit your lip, heart pounding. You couldn’t let them keep questioning you. You couldn’t let them find out the real reason you were struggling.

Not yet.

"It’s nothing. He’s just been busy, you know? And work’s been a lot lately," you said, your voice a little too sharp, trying to brush it off. "But he’s great, really. He’s just… got a lot on his plate too."

The words felt foreign on your tongue. You knew deep down that he wasn’t great—he hadn’t been for a while now. But you couldn’t let them see that. You didn’t want them to think you were weak or incapable of handling things. You didn’t want them to keep pushing and asking more questions.

Chan’s eyes softened, but there was a flicker of doubt. "Y/N, we’ve heard you say that before, and it’s not adding up. You’re telling us he’s great, but we can see you’re not okay. You can’t keep pretending."

You swallowed hard, trying to maintain your composure. "I’m fine," you repeated, this time more forcefully. "Really, I am. Things aren’t perfect, but we’re working through it. It’s not a big deal."

But they weren’t buying it. Seungmin stepped forward, his voice quieter but filled with concern. "You’re always making excuses for him, Y/N. You’re the last person to say anything bad about him, even when we can all see how it’s affecting you."

A long silence followed. You tried to hide your unease, but it was like the truth was written all over you.

"I told you before," you started, but your voice faltered, making it sound weaker than you intended. "It’s not like I want to be with him. Things are complicated."

Hyunjin frowned. "Complicated? You think this is just complicated?" His voice was laced with frustration. "You’ve been hurting, Y/N. We see it."

Your heart beat faster, and you suddenly felt cornered. You weren’t ready to tell them the truth—not yet, not this way. But their faces were full of concern, full of care. You had to do something, say something, anything to get them to stop pushing you.

You shook your head, your voice cracking under the pressure. "It’s just… you don’t understand. He’s my mom’s boss’s son. She’s in a high position at the company, and things have finally started getting better for us—financially, at least. After everything she’s been through… if I break up with him, the company could find out. His family could use that against her. They’ll make sure she’s demoted, maybe even fired. She’s the main one supporting us right now, and if she loses her job, everything’s over. We’ll lose our house, we’ll lose everything. You don’t get it—I can’t do that to her."

The room was silent. Chan’s eyes were wide with shock, and the others were frozen, processing what you had just revealed.

Finally Felix spoke up. "Your mom loves you. She wouldn’t want you to keep putting yourself through this just to protect her."

You shook your head again, trying to hold it together, but the tears that had been threatening to spill finally broke free. "I know," you sobbed, "but what if she gets hurt? What if all of this falls apart and we end up back where we were before? I can’t let that happen."

"You don’t have to protect her from everything, Y/N," Hyunjin added, his voice soft but firm. "You’re not alone in this. We’ll be there, every step of the way. But you need to let us help you. You can’t carry this on your own."

You could feel the warmth of their concern wrapping around you, but the fear still clawed at your chest. What if you lost everything because of one bad choice? What if it was all just too complicated to fix?

Jisung was the next to speak, his voice thick with frustration but also determination. "Y/N, he’s a jerk. You don’t deserve that. No one should make you feel like you have to stay in a toxic relationship just to protect someone else. Your mom, your future, your happiness—they matter too."

"I don’t care if it means starting over," Changbin chimed in, his gaze intense. "We’ll help your mom find a new job, one that doesn’t tie her to him.

You looked at each of them in turn, and for the first time, you saw not just friends who cared for you but a team of people who would do anything to see you happy, safe, and free.

"I don’t want to lose her job," you whispered, shaking your head in confusion and guilt. "I don’t want her to think I’m ruining everything."

Felix leaned forward, his eyes soft and steady. "She won’t think that. She’ll understand why you had to do this. You’re not ruining anything. If anything, you’re doing what’s right for both of you. You deserve a life that’s not weighed down by him."

"And you deserve to be treated with respect," Seungmin added firmly, his voice full of sincerity. "This guy? He doesn’t care about you. But we do. And we’ll fight for you, even if you’re not ready to yet."

Chan gave your hand a reassuring squeeze, his voice calm and steady.

You felt your heart swell with gratitude, the knot in your chest loosening just a little more. It was still scary—breaking free from something that had controlled your life for so long. But in this moment, surrounded by your friends, you could finally see a way out. You didn’t have to stay stuck. You didn’t have to let someone else dictate your worth.

"Thanks," you whispered, your voice full of sincerity. "I don’t know what I’d do without you guys."

With their words echoing in your mind, you let out a long breath, your shoulders relaxing. You still had a long road ahead of you, but now, you weren’t walking it alone.

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[alaia777]

HII OMG CONGRATS ON 200 <333 can u please do

⊹ what’s with that face? are you about to cry? with nagi, hurt with comfort at the end PLS AND THANK U MWAH

hellooo, thank you so muchhhh !!! :’))) i didn’t expect it to get this long, but here we are. i hope you like it!

you were tired. so, so tired. you had to wake up early today to finalize a report that was due for review, double-checking data and formatting everything according to the company’s painfully specific guidelines. on top of that, you somehow got stuck handling part of your coworker’s workload—again—because they conveniently “forgot” about a deadline. and as if that wasn’t enough, your boss wasn’t satisfied with the presentation slides you had prepared, requesting multiple revisions that kept you in the office two hours past your usual time.

the only thing that kept you going was the thought of finally going home to a clean house, taking a warm bath, and maybe later relaxing with your boyfriend. but unfortunately, that was not the plan, because the moment you opened the door, what greeted you was far from your dream.

the pillows and cushions from the couch were scattered across the floor, some even kicked aside carelessly. the kitchen island was covered in empty takeout containers, half-eaten snacks, and crumbs trailing onto the floor. a couple of soda cans sat tipped over, their contents dried into sticky patches on the counter. and the cherry on top? the sports equipment that nagi had left right in the middle of the room—the very thing you almost tripped over the second you stepped inside.

“ah, you’re back,” your boyfriend said lazily as he stepped out of your shared bathroom, console in hand. he didn’t even glance up, too absorbed in his game to notice the way you were frozen in place. “should we order some food?”

you took a deep breath, trying—and failing—not to let your frustration boil over. “nagi,” you started, voice tight, “why does the apartment look like this?”

“like what?”

you blinked at him, utterly baffled. “what do you mean like what? can’t you see this mess?” your voice rose with each word. “i already spend my whole day babysitting my coworker at work—do i really have to come home and do the same thing for you?”

the words tumbled out before you could stop them, sharp and exhausted, but you couldn’t bring yourself to take them back.

nagi barely spared you a glance, fingers still lazily tapping at his console. “jeez, dramatic much?” he muttered, shifting his weight onto the couch. “if you hate being here so much, you could’ve just stayed at work. seems like you like babysitting, anyway.”

he finally looked up then, an almost bored expression on his face. “not my fault you stress yourself out over everything,” he added, shrugging. “maybe if you stopped nagging for once, you wouldn’t be so tired.”

you couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of nagi’s mouth. you stood frozen in place, your mind struggling to keep up with the shock of it all. your mouth opened and closed, but no words came out. you were too stunned to form a proper response, the sting of his words cutting deeper than you expected.

it hurt. it really hurt. you hated how much it stung, how his indifference felt like a slap in the face. this was such a stupid thing to cry over. you knew that, but the exhaustion from the day, the weight of your work, and the frustration of it all came crashing down in a way you couldn’t control.

but what really tipped you over the edge was what he said next.

“what’s with that face? are you about to cry?”

the way he said it—casual, almost mocking—sent a jolt through you. the tears you’d been holding back finally slipped free, and you turned away, taking a deep breath, quickly checking your pockets for your keys before heading straight for the door. you couldn’t stay in the same place as him for another second without doing something you’d regret—like throwing something at his head.

“what—where are you going?” you heard him call after you, his voice laced with confusion.

you didn’t look back, not until you reached the door. just before you closed it behind you, you caught a glimpse of his face. he looked different—almost apologetic. his eyes were wide, his mouth slightly agape, as if the realization of what he’d just said was finally hitting him. for a brief moment, you saw the vulnerability in his expression, the way his shoulders slumped a little, but you couldn’t let it stop you.

without another word, you closed the door softly, leaving the apartment behind.

and so, you spent the next hour and a half in a diner just 15 minutes from your place, eating some sad meal that, on any other day, you would have enjoyed. but tonight, it felt hollow. sitting there alone, with nothing but your thoughts swirling around in your head, it wasn’t helping. the memory of what had just happened earlier lingered, refusing to fade away. your phone kept buzzing, notifications from nagi lighting up the screen. 50 messages.

you didn’t bother reading them. instead, you turned your phone off. were you being dramatic? maybe. but honestly, you didn’t care. he should be able to clean up after himself. he was an adult, after all. but then, there were those days when you were struggling, and he was there for you—cleaning up after you, trying to cook despite the disasters in the kitchen, doing his best to make you smile. you would do the same for him.

the thought hit you with a pang of guilt, but you pushed it away, breathing in deeply for the 100th time today. you finished your meal, paid for it, and decided to just go home. you needed a break, a well-deserved bath, and a little time to clear your head. tomorrow, you’d think about what you should do, what steps to take next. for now, all you wanted was peace.

you got home, expecting the usual mess that awaited you, but to your surprise, the apartment was spotless. everything was in its place—no clothes strewn across the floor, no half-empty cups or dishes left around. the countertops were clean, the pillows neatly arranged on the couch, and there, on the table, were the pastries you loved. it was almost like he’d read your mind, or at least, knew exactly how to soften the tension that had been brewing.

before you could even process what you were seeing, the sound of the bathroom door opening caught your attention. your boyfriend appeared in the doorway, cheeks flushed like he’d run a marathon, his usually demeanor suddenly nowhere to be found.

“where were you? why didn’t you answer your phone?” he asked, coming up to you with a concerned look. his voice was different—no teasing, no playfulness, just genuine worry. he reached out to take your hand, but you froze, your thoughts still racing.

“i didn’t think you’d actually leave,” he muttered, his voice quieter now, almost as if he regretted what had happened earlier. there was a hesitation in his eyes, a subtle shift in his usual nonchalance, and you could feel the weight of his uncertainty.

“listen—” you started, but he cut you off, his tone more serious than usual.

“no, please, let me speak first,” he said, sounding a bit more intense than his usual carefree self. he looked at you, his gaze uncharacteristically hesitant. “look, i’m sorry, alright? i didn’t mean to make you feel like i didn’t care. i shouldn’t have said that, and i know it was dumb. i get it now.”

he sighed, running a hand through his hair, clearly not used to being the one who needed to apologize. “i don’t really—i mean, i don’t always think before i speak, but that doesn’t make it right. i know you’re not just tired from work, you were probably stressed out, and the last thing you needed was me being an idiot.”

nagi paused for a moment, his usual smugness replaced with a rare, honest vulnerability. “i’m not good with.. this kind of stuff, but i don’t want to make you feel like crap. i messed up.”

he stood there, still avoiding your gaze, but you could see the slight shift in his posture—almost like he was waiting for you to say something. it was clear now: he really was sorry.

you took a deep breath, letting the tension in your shoulders ease just a little. “nagi” you started, your voice softer now. “i know you’re sorry, and i get it. i’m not mad at you, i’m just really tired. all i want right now is a warm bath and to curl up with you. can we talk about this tomorrow when i’ve had some rest and a clearer head?”

you looked at him, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. “i don’t want to hold onto this, i just need to recharge, okay?”

you could see the relief in his eyes, the guilt easing from his face. he nodded slowly, finally offering you a small, genuine smile. “yeah, of course,” he said, taking a step closer to you. “take your time.”

you let yourself fall into his chest, feeling his arms wrap around you. for a moment, you just stood there, letting the warmth of his embrace melt away the tension. it wasn’t perfect, but it felt safe, and that was all you needed right now. you closed your eyes, taking in the quiet comfort, and for the first time today, you felt a little lighter. everything else could wait until tomorrow. for now, it was just the two of you, and that was enough.

[eschergirls]

February 2025 Escher Girls Patreon Thank You & Life/Site Update

Hi everyone! I hope everybody is okay despite everything going on in America and the world ):

As some of you who follow me elsewhere know, I've been recovering from sudden surgery for most of January which is why I haven't really been able to do much with the blog this month. I'm still recovering so this update will be short.

Before I had to get surgery, I managed to restore and update some old posts, they are: this old Black Widow post & an associated humorous redraw with Iron Man in her position instead, a great inked redraw of Yelena Belova by frequent EG contributor Deanna M. Brigman, a really strange cover of Yelena and Natasha fighting,and an old panel of Natasha from Avengers #399 which I finally found a source for.

All restored/fixed posts have working images, videos, and animated gifs (a lot were broken or deleted by either Tumblr or during the move to the new site), and have added image descriptions for screenreaders, sources, and links to the cross-posts on the site & on Tumblr.

I have also been looking through my email inbox and Tumblr inbox, and there's a bunch of submissions during the pandemic and site move period that I think I never got around to posting due to a combination of moving the site, the pandemic, and exam stresses. I'm really sorry for missing those, and I'm now processing and posting them all.

And now I want to give a huge sincere thank you to Escher Girls' January 2025 Patreon subscribers as well as those who have donated on Ko-Fi this month. Thank you so so much for your support and helping to keep this site afloat. If you want to join my Patreon, you can here, it helps me keep the site updated and running as hosting and domain costs continue to rise.

Also, if you want to help me with post-surgical recovery, you can donate at ko-fi here. I don't expect people to donate anything, especially in this economic climate, but if you want to, I would be really grateful and appreciative.

Anyway, without further ado, thank you so so much to the following for subscribing to the Escher Girls patreon last month:

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Day 2 @andersweek2025 - Tender Tuesday

Post DA2 Anders with Autumn Hawke.

A short bit of fluff from my Anders/Hawke family, set just after Hawke returns from Skyfold and the Adamant.

Autumn paused as the barn came into view, her heart thudding in her chest. This was where she had left Anders and Storm six weeks ago, buying their safety for a time with a heavy pouch of coin and a quiet plea for the farmer’s discretion. She could only hope they were still here. It wasn’t uncommon for their little family to move suddenly—to hide, to run.

Taking a deep breath, she pushed onward. Varric had promised to help them find somewhere safe. Somewhere permanent. The thought was a fragile hope she clung to as tightly as the secret she carried now.

"Heartbeats. Not just one, but two. Small, but strong. Growing. They don’t know yet, but they feel you. Safe, warm, waiting."

Cole’s cryptic words echoed in her mind, a strange comfort and a weight all at once.

"One listens, quiet, careful, like steps on wet stone. The other burns bright, golden, like a spark that won’t go out. They are not afraid. They know you will keep them safe."

Her hand brushed instinctively over her stomach, where the faintest curve had begun to show.

As she stepped into the barn, a small figure collided with her side. “Mummy!”

Storm’s arms wrapped tightly around her waist, his face lighting up with a smile that banished weeks of worry in an instant.

“Hey,” she murmured, kneeling to hug him close. “Did you miss me?”

“Did you have a good adventure?” he asked, his blue-green eyes wide with excitement. “Daddy said you’d bring back stories.”

Autumn smiled softly, brushing his unruly red hair from his face. “I did,” she promised, kissing his forehead. “But I need to talk to your father first. Do you know where he is?”

Storm nodded, pointing toward the field. “He’s fixing the fence for the farmer man.”

She ruffled his hair gently. “Stay close, alright? I’ll be back soon.”

With a nod, Storm bounded off toward a pile of hay bales. Autumn stood, adjusting her cloak and heading toward the field.

Anders stood with his back to her, his golden hair tied messily at the nape of his neck as he worked on the fence. The rhythmic clang of hammer against wood filled the air, but it faltered when she called his name.

“Anders.”

He froze mid-swing, the hammer slipping from his grasp as he turned. When their eyes met, relief washed over his face, followed by something deeper. He crossed the distance between them quickly, pulling her into his arms as if afraid she might vanish.

“You’re back,” he breathed, his voice thick with emotion.

“I’m back,” she murmured, holding him close as she could already feel his magic ghosting over her skin, looking, searching for injuries.

"I have news," she said quietly.

Anders pulled back slightly, his hands lingering on her arms as his amber eyes scanned her face. “News?”

Autumn hesitated for a heartbeat, rehearsed words tangling in her throat. Instead of speaking, she took his hand and guided it to her stomach. The faint curve was barely noticeable, but when his palm rested there, the warmth of his magic seemed to settle, searching, sensing.

His breath hitched. His eyes darted between her face and where his hand rested. “You’re…?”

“I’m pregnant,” she whispered, her voice steady but soft. She swallowed and added, “It’s twins.”

Anders froze, his entire body going still as if the weight of her words had rooted him to the earth. “Twins?” he repeated.

Autumn nodded, watching the storm of emotions play across his face—shock, fear, awe, and something else, something fragile and hopeful. His hand trembled against her stomach, his magic flickering faintly as if responding to his turmoil. "Varric promised to help. To find us somewhere safe. No more running. We can be a real family, Anders."

“I…” His voice cracked, and he shook his head, letting out a shaky breath. “I don’t know if I can do this again, Autumn. Storm… I was so scared I’d ruin him, and now—”

Her hands came up to cup his face, “You won’t,” she said firmly, her blue eyes meeting his, “You didn’t ruin Storm. Look at him, Anders. He’s happy. He’s strong. He adores you.” She smiled softly, brushing a stray lock of golden hair from his forehead. “And these two—they’ll adore you too. Just like I do.”

[gay-barbarian]

All the Way Home I'll Be Warm

Mercy bring Swan to an ice rink to teach her how to ice stake. Just fluff!

You can also read it on Ao3

“It’s really not that scary” Mercy giggled as Swan was holding on to her arm like her life depended on it. 

“Maybe for you. I never did this before, what if I fall?” Swan hissed under her breath trying to keep her anxiety in check. They were at the edge of a packed ice rink, rented ice skates on their feet. It was sunny outside and not that cold for a winter day, the perfect day to spend outside.

A week ago, Swan had made the mistake of mentioning she never learned how to ice skate in front of her girlfriend. Mercy had instantaneously looked at her with the biggest smile and stars in her eyes. She took Swan’s hands in hers and eagerly asked “Can I teach you?”. Swan would do anything to make Mercy happy, so she agreed, hoping they would actually never have time to go. That morning, knowing they both had the day off, Mercy had slipped out of bed and prepared each of them a hot drink, hot cocoa for herself and tea for Swan, in travel cups before coming back to the bedroom to wake Swan up. 

“Good morning baby” Mercy whispered, peppering the warchief’s face with light kisses. “It’s time to wake up.” She added in a peppy voice. 

“I thought we could sleep in today,” Swan grumbled, still half-asleep leaning into Mercy’s touches.

“We could, but I have plans for us, so get your ass up” Mercy announced before going to open the curtains, letting the sun come in the small window of their bedroom. Swan whined and buried her face in Mercy’s pillow, making her laugh. “Five more minutes” the second-in-command pleaded, her voice muffled.

“Nope” Mercy made the p pop and swiftly removed the blankets from Swan’s body. Swan sat up and looked at her girlfriend, annoyed “Mercy!” The tone of her voice would have been threatening for almost anyone else but Mercy just found it cute. The bed hair and sleepy eyes didn't help her look menacing at all. 

“Swan��� Mercy copied her tone with a smile as Swan glared at her unamused. She pecked Swan’s lips and headed for the door “Make sure you’re putting on warm clothes, we’re going outside. Love you!”.

“Love you too” Swan muttered, letting herself fall down on the mattress with a sigh. 

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One train ride later, they arrived at their destination. Mercy immediately headed to the little temporary wood cabin not far from the rink that seemingly rented what they needed. Swan watched her go, taking a sip of her tea that had been infused way too long. She took a mental note to write down the infusion time required for every different tea she had. She wasn’t a fan of the idea of putting sharp blades on her feet to slip around on frozen water, but she couldn’t refuse anything that would make Mercy happy. And judging by the big smile Mercy had plastered on her face as she came back with two pairs of ice skates, that whole outing was making her happy. Swan took another sip of her drink, trying not to grimace at the bitter taste, and met Mercy halfway. 

Looking at the intricate lace situation on the skates Swan asked deadpan “How am I supposed to put that on?” 

“You let me help you,” Mercy answered, her smile not flattering for a second, “go sit there, I’ll show you how it’s done”. She pointed at an empty bench a bit farther away from the crowd. 

Right as Swan was seated, Mercy kneeled in front of her to take off her shoes. “You know I can do that part myself, right?” Swan asked with a cocked eyebrow and a tiny smirk.

“Too late, I’m doing it” Mercy replied, joyous, as she swapped Swan’s boots for a pair of ice skates and started to tighten the laces starting at the bottom. Swan took a gulp of her tea, trying to hide her blush of embarrassment from watching Mercy help her like she was a little kid.

Just before tying the lace, Mercy asked “How does it feel? Not too tight?”.

Looking into Mercy’s eyes, Swan answered with a soft smile “It’s perfect”. Mercy smiled back and quickly finished tying up Swan’s skate before putting hers on. When she was done, she carefully stood up and offered Swan a hand. Swan put down her travel cup and took her hand, slowly standing up. She was pretty stable in the snow, but she still leaned heavily into Mercy, in part to make sure she wouldn't fall and in part to just be close to her girlfriend. Mercy wasn’t going to complain.

Once they arrived at the edge of the rink, Swan put one foot on the ice checking how slippery it would be, still grabbing into Mercy’s arm. The second her test was done, she brought her foot back into the snow letting out a tiny “nope not doing that”.

“It’s really not that scary”

“Maybe for you. I never did this before, what if I fall?”

“You will, but I’ll be here to catch you. Now stop being a baby and come with me” Mercy told Swan with a comforting smile while stepping on the ice, having a great control on what she was doing. 

Swan took a deep breath and followed Mercy that was pulling a little on her hand. As soon as both her feet were on the ice she stumbled over and fell into Mercy’s arm that was waiting for her. “See? I told you I’ll catch you” Mercy laughed.

Swan wanted to give up right there and then, she didn’t particularly like being the only adult falling down, hell even the kids around them were better at this than her. She watched her girlfriend with a stern look  “If you’re going to laugh at me I’d rather we go back home than be humiliated”. Maybe she was being a big baby, but she didn’t really care. Swan hated being bad at things. 

Mercy’s laugh died down rather quickly when she saw Swan wasn’t joking. She helped Swan get more stable, putting one hand on her waist and the other on her face to make her look into her eyes. “I’m sorry honey, I’m not trying to make fun of you. We’re here to help you learn so no more laughs from me from now on!” Mercy declared with an encouraging smile. Swan nodded silently, still a little embarrassed. Mercy pulled away and offered her arm once more before ordering her girlfriend to take it. 

“I’ll make you fall,” Swan said, taking her arm anyway.

“I’ve already fallen for you, baby, since the first time I saw you” Mercy couldn’t stop herself from teasing with a big smile.

“That’s not what I meant,” Swan grumbled, barely hiding her smile. 

They spent the next twenty minutes skating, mostly falling, around until Swan felt confident enough to let go of Mercy’s arm. One foot in front of the other, she started gliding, gaining more speed with each stroke. She turned her head around to smile at Mercy, until she realised she had no clue how to stop other than dropping herself on the floor. Mercy pointed to the side of the rink, trying to tell her to use it to stop and watched as a panicked Swan hit the sides at full force without reducing her speed. Mercy winced as she heard a loud “Huff” coming from her girlfriend and went as fast as possible to her side. 

“Swan, I’m so sorry you’re okay? You didn’t hit your head? Didn’t break any bones? How many fingers do I have?” Mercy asked rapidly, holding three fingers in front of Swan’s face before Swan could even get fully up, still sitting on the cold ice. 

Swan took her hand in hers and pulled herself up. “I’m okay, just think I had enough ice skating for the rest of the year”.

They made their way back to the train station, Mercy apologizing profusely and fuzing over Swan. As they sat down side by side in the train taking them home, Swan took Mercy’s hand in hers stroking them lightly with her thumbs “Mercy, I told you I’m fine. Don’t worry about it”. 

Mercy frowned and looked down, “You know I can’t do that. Stop worrying about you I mean. I wanted you to have fun today and instead you got hurt and had an awful time. I shouldn't have made you come here…”

Swan freed one of her hands to raise Mercy’s chin up, forcing her to look at her “I had fun, love. It was a very good idea. I could have done without the end but for the most part I had fun. Plus you were there with me all the way, it’s hard to have an awful time in those circumstances.” 

Mercy searched Swan’s eyes for any trace of lying and seemed satisfied when she couldn’t find any. “You’re pretty sappy for a stoic war chief y’know?” She said with a teasing smile. Swan smiled back before replying with a playful “shut up”. Mercy's eyes fell on Swan’s lips before going back to her eyes. “Make me”. 

Swan laughed and kissed her girlfriend on the train bringing them home.

[samssims]

Daughters who become mothers who become grandmothers

[egophiliac]

looking at next month's schedule and between the end of 7-12 and the wishing lantern event it's like

February is officially RIDDLE MONTH, brace yourselves to be absolutely blasted into ashes everybody

[lornasaurusrex]

I miss you Lorna… this is such a mess

This is an old message and I had several other similar messages, but I miss you guys and hope you’re all doing well!! I’m sorry to see nothing has improved.

I saw I was kindly mentioned by @awesomefringey and some other commenters the other day, so just wanted to log in and say hello and log back out for a few more months. 💕

Sending so so much love to all of you. Take care of yourselves and each other, please.

The video is still on YT.

[hiraganasakura]

I'm ill over the extended RWBY V9 epilogue.. I'M ILL [POSITIVE]

[sheliesshattered]

My last post about the progress on my Batuu vest left off with me contemplating exterior pockets, looking to Bix Caleen as an example of a fitted vest in the Star Wars universe. I ended up talking myself out of any visible exterior pockets, with or without flaps, after looking at all those pictures of Bix. I've got enough other bits of visual interest going on with my outfit that I felt like exterior pockets just cluttered up the look.

Once I had decided against adding additional pockets, I was able to move on to the next step: finishing all the edges and attaching the lining to the exterior in preparation for getting the zipper in place. I turned under the armscyes of the lining and the exterior separately, both using a blue lace hem tape that I originally bought to go with this fabric back in 2016. Eventually I'll top-stitch them together with the hem tape sandwiched invisibly between the exterior and the lining, but for now they're finished enough to allow me to try the vest on without fraying the armscyes.

It took me awhile to think through all the steps for attaching the zipper, with all the asymmetry and overlapping and exterior and lining, while also not wanting the zipper to show from the outside at all. Eventually I figured out that I would need the underlap (left front) to be completely sewn together with the edges finished before I could attach the zipper to that side -- but I would need the overlap (right front) to not be sewn together yet, so that I could attach the zipper just to the lining.

With that finally figured out, I put the lining and the exterior together with right/finished sides together, lined up all the seams and notches carefully, then pinned the edges together from the left (underlap side) shoulder, down the center front of the underlap, and around the lower edge of the vest all the way around to the bottom corner of the center front on the overlapping right side of the vest.

After a lot of ironing to get all of that to lay flat when right side out, I was able to trim the center front edge of the overlap to be nice and clean and straight again. When I drafted the center front panels, I modified that right side to have an additional ~2" of width past where I wanted the zipper to be, specifically so there would be a built-in flap to cover over the zipper. Remember: no visible zippers in Star Wars!

Once I had the overlap panels of both the lining and the exterior all trued up, I marked the center front line on the lining side (in the below pic, the angled line going from lower left to upper right), laid half of the separating zipper onto the fabric so that the teeth were lined up with where the center front line met the lower edge of the vest, then measured from the outside edge of the zipper ribbon to the cut edge of the overlap panel. It was just about 7cm away from that edge, so I measured that distance all the way up (past the dashed line that marked the underbust elevation) and drew a nice crisp line with my chalk pen.

That gave me an easy line to follow when sewing the zipper to the inside/lining of the overlapping flap. Since I hadn't sewn the edge of that panel together yet, I was able to move the exterior layer out of the way and sew the zipper only to the lining, for now. I sewed one line of stitching just slightly in from the outside edge of the zipper ribbon, then did a second pass about halfway between the edge and the zipper teeth. It's on there nice and secure, but has a bit of room to separate from the fabric while it's being zipped, so it doesn't get fiddly.

After that, it was just a matter of pinning the other side of the zipper to the lower front corner of the underlap (this time on the exterior side of the fabric, where it faces the lining of the overlap), then try it on with the rest of my Batuu Bounding outfit and pin the underlap side of the zipper until I had the fit I wanted.

I sewed down that side to match the overlap panel side of the zipper, then tried everything on again to double-check the fit. It was a bit weird with the exterior of the overlap flap still unattached, but it fit well enough that I decided to sew the edges of that overlap flap from the lower corner up to the shoulder seam. The back of the neckline is still open, and the armscyes have been turned under but not attached to each other yet, so I can turn the whole thing right side out by pulling it through the back of the neck. With all that ironed and the zipper zipped up, the vest looks like this currently:

Folding back the outer edge of the overlap reveals the zipper. Because of all the overlapping and underlapping, the zipper is just top-stitched in place. It was way more mind-bending to figure out where everything needed to be placed to get this look, but way easier to actually sew on than, say, an invisible zipper set into a seam.

At this point I was able to try on the vest (with my Jyn Erso sweatshirt) and get a pretty good idea of the overall look. I still want to do a bunch of top-stitching both for accent and to help everything lay flat, but even with that I think I'm going to need something to keep the flap over the zipper from coming open.

I looked at a bunch of options for Star Wars-y looking buckles, settled on one I liked the best, then cut the basic size of them out of paper and taped five of them to the outside of the overlap just to get a basic idea of how it would look. I got Jack to weigh in on it too, and we both felt that the buckles were reducing the sleekness of the vest, and weirdly pushing it more towards an Imperial/First Order sort of look. My character isn't an out-and-out rebel, but she doesn't side with the First Order either. I pulled the taped on paper off again, and both Jack and I felt that that was the significantly better look.

But since I knew I still wanted some sort of closures to keep the flap down -- including one at the top left shoulder, that will hang open most of the time, along the lines of Han Solo's and Cassian Andor's shirts (and a bunch of others, this sort of overlap detail shows up frequently all throughout the franchise) and thus be visible where it hangs open.

I ended up finding these slightly unusual looking hooks-and-eyes that I think will provide a nice, nearly invisible look through the torso of the vest, but not look totally out of place on the flap edge that's hanging open. Bix's fitted coat has a similar closure of just barely visible, just slightly odd hooks and eyes, so I feel like I'm in good company there. They should arrive tomorrow, giving me enough time to hopefully get some of the top-stitching done before then.

That top-stitching is the next step, and one of the last things I need to do for this vest project. I want to top-stitch just inside all the finished edges, including the armscyes, and on each side of each of the seams, probably 2-3mm away from the edge and the seamline. That's going to involve getting everything lined up correctly and all the seam allowances lying flat inside the space between the exterior and the lining, but I think the effect will be totally worth it, both for the smoother fit and the subtle visual interest.

After that, I'll have some handsewing to do to invisibly anchor the zipper to the exterior of the overlap panel and to attach the hooks and eyes, once they arrive. The very last thing I'll do on this project is decide if I want a little stand-up half collar that ends somewhere on top of the shoulder, a bit like the one on Jyn Erso's vest.

I'm pretty sure I want a collar like that, the question is just if I need to lower the neckline in the back first, and then how far forward on the shoulder I should bring the collar. Once I've decided on that, I'll cut it out in two layers, lining and exterior, and sew the outside edges together. Then I'll be able to sew the lower edge of the exterior to the back of the neckline, and hand-sew the lining lower edge to fully encase all the raw edges. I did something similar with the Moment vest, and it comes together pretty quickly. I think I should be able to have the vest completely done by this time next week without much trouble. Hopefully.

Alongside working on my vest, I've been continuing to hand-sew the pleated panels onto Jack's jacket. In the tags on my last sewing update, I mentioned that I had about 5" still to go on the first panel. I was in the really annoying section in the middle of the sleeve where I really had to put my whole arm into the sleeve just to pass the needle through, and it was slow-going. I had to make myself push through that annoying section, rather than continue to put it off.

Eventually I worked my way all the way down to the cuff, cut off the excess from the pleated panel, turn under the edges of the lowest pleat, and hand-sew that into place. I am so pleased with how it turned out, but to keep Jack from making jokes about only having one sleeve done (and so that I wouldn't find myself with time to hand-sew and nothing ready to sew), I quickly pushed on to getting the second pleated strip started. I took a bunch of measurements from the finished sleeve and transferred them to the second sleeve, pinned the pleated panel into place, and had Jack try it on just to double-check the placement.

I was able to tear through the upper section of that second panel, between my increased speed and confidence in my method of hand-sewing this, the easy access through the neck side of the jacket, and a couple of long-ass work meetings where I was basically just there to listen in and take notes every now and then. As of posting this, I'm about halfway through with the second panel, and starting to get into that annoying section of the sleeve again.

The effect of the pleated panels on both sleeves is just so cool that I will definitely be getting photos of the jacket on Jack at some point, either on our Disneyland day or during a try-on before that. He's somewhat allergic to photos, but damn it I'm proud of how this looks, and I want to show it off. I've been calling it a 'sewist flex' from the very beginning -- look at what I can do, look at how cool and Star Wars-y it is -- and I'm really looking forward to sending this beauty out into the world in all its epicness.

And I think Jack feels similarly, based on how he's been talking about wearing this jacket all the time once it's done. His whole outfit together (this jacket, cream colored henley shirt with the buttons and bottonholes removed, mustard-y tan moto jeans, hiking boots) looks wonderfully casual Batuu Bound. The effect of the whole thing is Star Wars, but none of the individual pieces feel weird or costume-y. He might not wear those pieces together for anything other than going to Batuu, but each piece paired with something else looks pretty normal. So if Jack is able to get a lot of wear out of this modified jacket, all the better. I know I'll get that burst of sewist pride every time I see him wear it, lol.

[whomturgled]

i have so many feelings and i hate it