#i may color it eventually but i love it in pencil too

[celli-ohs]

nepo baby pt.2 | rich ceo's son!nishimura riki x older fem secretary!reader, suggestive, fluffy, sfw, 805 wc

Nishimura Riki notices you before you do him. 

You’re sitting on the couch, scrolling on your phone mindlessly, head looking up every few minutes whenever the barista calls out a name for an order.

Even in the early morning you’re gorgeous. You’re dressed for the day in a form-fitting button up, tucked into a long pencil skirt. You’re subconsciously kicking your feet to the beat of the music playing in the background, your kitten heels bouncing up and down. 

Riki quickly orders his drink, and swiftly takes a seat beside you on the couch, keeping a respectable distance. 

At the sudden arrival of another, you sit up straighter, moving your bag out of the way. “Oh, I’m so sorry-”

You stop when you recognize that familiar smirk.

“Riki,” You smile, relaxing. “What’re you doing here? Are you spying on me?”

Taking the opportunity, Riki scoots closer to you. “Hi, I actually came here for a coffee, but meeting you here was just my luck.” He winks.

You stifle a laugh, finding his flirting cute. 

“Is this place any good? I’ve never been here.” He tries to make conversation. “It’s my favorite in town,” You say, looking around the cozy cafe.

“They do take a bit longer, but it tastes amazing so I think it’s worth it.” You explain. As you begin to tell him how you discovered the place, Riki tries his best to listen to you but everything about you is so distracting, it’s a struggle. 

Your lips look extra delicious today, he wonders what lipstick you’re wearing, he’d love to buy you more in all the colors you wanted.

Your name is suddenly called out, alongside Riki’s. The two of you stop to walk together to the counter, thanking the barista for your drinks.

“I take it you’re also on the way to the office?” Riki speaks up as he holds the door open for the both of you to exit.

“Yes, my bus should be on the way-”

“Forget the bus, let me drive you.” He flashes you his silver keys, and before you know it you’re seated passenger. Riki can’t believe his luck today, it just keeps getting better and better.

The drive is quiet, aside from you occasionally sipping your drink. 

“Thank you for the ride,” You finally speak. 

“Anything for you doll,” He’s grinning. You scoff at him, but he knows you like it when he calls you his. Eventually he pulls into the parking garage, parking in his reserved spot. He races around the back to open your door before you even have a chance to unbuckle.

“Thank you,” You smile as you take his hand, stepping out of his luxury car. Oh the things he’d do to do this every day for the rest of his life.

You two take the elevator up into the office, and Riki starts to feel anxious. This special morning with you felt like a dream come true, and now he’d be forced to wake up and face the harsh reality of a long day at work.

He’s too lost in his own thoughts to notice you’ve been eyeing him since you two entered the elevator. It’s not until you finally step closer and clear your throat, catching his attention again.

Riki looks at you curiously, you’re wearing an abnormal expression: shyness.

“M-May I?” You stutter, gently pointing at him, specifically his tie. It was loose, he hadn’t really noticed since he loathed wearing them. 

But the idea of having your delicate fingers wrapped around his neck interested him more than anything. He nods, allowing you permission almost immediately, even leaning down so you’d have better access.

You take your time adjusting and fixing his tie, wriggling it into place before laying a hand on his chest to press it flat. 

Your touch ignites his skin on fire.

“There.” You nod, before returning to your spot beside him. “Thank you,” He hums, a wide smile adorning his lips. 

“Well, we can't have someone as important as you show up to work in a loose tie,” You try to hide your embarrassment.

Riki begins to nod, of course you’re right.

“Does that mean you’ll fix it for me every morning then?” He asks, just before the elevator arrives at your floor. You step out, turn and send him a cheeky grin.

“If I must.” You sigh jokingly. You love to tease him. “Let’s get coffee together tomorrow too.” He insists.

This time you laugh, and he’s a bit disappointed to see you’re hiding your pretty smile behind your hand.

“I’ll see you later Riki,” You shake your head and the elevator doors close. As the elevator begins to move again, Riki sighs and leans against the wall, smiling like an idiot. 

That wasn’t a no, he thinks, already looking forward to tomorrow morning.

author's note: here's the highly anticipated pt.2! hehe I wrote this one in riki's pov this time. I'm so happy you guys liked my first drabble, but tbh I'm probably gonna end nepo baby here, mainly so I can focus on my other longer works/series. but who knows, maybe I'll come back to this later and write more!

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[allllium]

andrewgarfield!peterparker x reader where reader has the biggest crush on peter but doesn't know he's spiderman? angst to fluff please!

have lovely day/night <3

Unrequited (I've always loved you)

~ Sorry this took so long and it's a lot longer than I usually write but I love how it turned out <3

~ Fluff, hurt/comfort?, Angst, WC: 2,274

~ Your best friend has a secret

Being in love sucks. Being in love with someone that's not in love with you sucks even more. But that's fine. Everything's fine. Nothing can go wrong when you're in love with your best friend.

Peter looks over at you as you repeatedly tap your pencil against your notebook, very obviously not doing the homework. You're sitting on his bed while he's across from you at his desk. Ignoring the tap from your pencil, you look around his room, lost in random thoughts, well thoughts mostly of him.

"You alright?" He asks, soft voice coming from a few feet away.

"Ugh, just bored." You slightly whine. Standing from the bed to look more around his nerdy room. All the walls are covered with different things that you don't really understand.

He just nods and returns to his work. You admire him from your stance behind him. The way his fluffy hair falls softly in front of his face or the way he's dressed so casually but still looks so good. You don't understand how one person can be so perfect. Not to mention the way he's stronger than he looks, allowing him to maintain his lanky figure that fits him so well.

Out of your boredom you start rummaging through all the stuff he has lying on his bookshelf, which leads to opening all the drawers you can find. You continuously look over at him to see if he has a problem with what you're doing but he makes no move to stop you even as he watches what you're doing.

As you're digging around you eventually reach his closet, you're a little hesitant because you don't wanna press your luck too far but what are best friends if not nosy. His closet is small and way overcrowded with clothes you swear he's never worn. You wouldn't doubt that his aunt tried to sneak them in to help him fit in more.

Something catches your eye as you go to shut the door. You wouldn't think anything of it but the red color of it deeply contrasts the rest of the closet. It looks like fabric but it's not hanging up with the rest of his clothes. Instead it's in a box on the floor, only a piece of it visible as if he rushed to put it away.

Peter shoots out of his chair when you bend down towards the box. He grabs your arm and pulls you away so he can quickly shut the door.

"What was that?" You ask in suspicion. Peter's reaction is one you haven't seen from him before.

"Nothing." He tells you, a serious look falling over his face. He pushes you a little further so he can stand between you and the door.

"Peter, c'mon." You deadpan. All the embarrassing things it could possibly be run through your head. Nothing you think of would warrant this much of a reaction.

"No. Leave it alone." He doesn't exactly snap at you but it's definitely on the line of it.

"Okay then. I'll go now." You tell him quickly. You gather up your stuff and look at him one more time before leaving, his gaze is focused on the floor in front of him. Shaking your head in even more confusion, you leave.

You don't see him for the rest of the day. Or the next day. Or even the day after that. You get the feeling he's avoiding you. It's a mystery why you think to yourself in a sarcastic tone.

Of course you see him around school but he always does more than necessary to avoid looking at you. At this point you're determined to know what was in that box. Is it a huge violation of his privacy, yes. Do you care, no, not one bit. If he doesn't want you to violate his privacy, why would he hide things from you? Make it make sense.

It's not that hard to get access to his closet considering Aunt May will let you in the house will no explanation. After school you walk right in, she gives you a bright smile and continues whatever it is she's doing. Not one question.

You have no problem going into his room, he's probably off skateboarding or whatever else nerds do in their free time. Once you get your hands on the box, that he's now shut completely, you have second thoughts. Maybe it really is wrong of you to invade his privacy like this? Oh well you open it anyway.

Holy shit. You don't even know what to think as you pull out a spiderman costume. You think, well hope, it's a costume because you don't know what to think about your best friend being the New York superhero.

How? When? How again? Is this why he's so strong? You've been friends with Peter long before Spiderman showed up which means he chose not to tell you. Is it because he doesn't trust you? Or maybe he doesn't like you as much as you like him? That stings.

Now you know why he was so adamant you leave it alone. But how is this even possible? He swings from buildings and fights giant lizards. How are you supposed to believe that your Peter can be doing that?

You quickly put the suit back in the box and hurry out of his room. As you rush down the stairs, he's coming up, running into his shoulder halfway down. You know he immediately knows but you keep running anyway.

He doesn't even stop to explain as he continues up the stairs. You walk home and wonder if there's any possibility it was just a Halloween costume.

Your phone rings over and over and over. It's obviously Peter. It's only nine in the morning on a Saturday so you have no plans of getting up or moving enough to answer your phone.

You're guessing he's mad. He should be. Now that you know what it is you can think a little clearer and you understand that maybe you should've respected his wishes a little more.

You don't answer the phone because you know he'll be mad and you don't want him to ever be mad at you. Or he'll be sad and you don't want that either. But of course, above all, you don't want to admit to him that you were wrong.

Once you finally get to moving out of bed, you spend a lot of time reading articles on Spiderman and trying to figure out how he does what he does. Now that you know Peter is Spiderman some of it makes more sense but all the other stuff makes even less sense.

Your phone rings a couple more times and you get a dozen messages but eventually they all stop. You focus your time on reading every single thing you can about him. From everything about the giant lizard to saving cats from trees and catching falling women.

"That was an interesting day." A voice comes from behind you. You jump out of your seat and turn to face them. A not so flattering shriek leaves your mouth and your heart beats faster than you thought possible.

"Peter, what the fuck." You gasp. Heart still racing and breathing slightly heavy. You take a moment to look at him, taking notice of his messy hair and the fact that he's in the Spiderman suit. Obviously he looks insanely hot but very very angry.

"Oh what? Did I invade your privacy?" He mocks, throwing down the mask you're just noticing was in his hand.

"I mean you came through the window so I'd say so." You whisper, not sure what you're actually supposed to say.

"I guess we're even now huh." He takes a seat on your bed and you almost want to say something about outside clothes on your bed but you don't have that right.

"Yeah I'd say so." A simple shrug of your shoulders has him rolling his eyes.

"That's the second time you've said that."

"I don't know what else to say."

"I wonder why." He mutters, more to himself than anyone else.

"Were you ever gonna tell me?" You ask, hurt covering your voice.

"I wanted to." You sit next to him on your bed.

"No you didn't. You should've told me."

"I don't see how it's any of your business." The setting sun shining in through your window glows on his face. You can see every detail of both him and his suit.

"Because we're friends. I don't know, maybe it wasn't."

"Really? You're gonna play this card." He stands in front of you.

"What card, Peter?" You almost yell back.

"You! Acting all sad and betrayed, trying to pretend you don't know if we were ever real friends." He's yelling now too.

"What does that even mean!? I'm allowed to be upset when you keep something like this from me!" You stand up, not liking the way he was looking down at you.

"It's none of your business." He enunciates every word to get his point across.

"Fine. It's not my problem. I shouldn't have done it. Now get out of my room."

He stares at you for a full minute. Like he's not done with whatever he wants to say or maybe he just wasn't expecting you to snap. Either way he respects your wishes, waiting only a moment more to leave out your bedroom window.

The next week rolls around very similar to the last. You go to school, you go home. Peter still avoids you, and what looks like everyone else. Throughout the whole week you don't see him talk to Gwen or anyone else he usually hangs out with.

It's not until Thursday that Gwen actually comes up to talk to you. Usually you would talk everyday but she's been more than busy with her band.

"Hey, are you alright?" She asks, coming up behind you as you put stuff back in your locker.

"Yeah, why?"

"I don't know Peter's being weird and all mopey so I thought he finally kissed you or something." She sighs so freely like she didn't just say something like that.

"What do you mean finally? Why would he kiss me?" She looks panicked. Clearly she wasn't supposed to say something but everyone knows Gwen isn't someone that keeps secrets very well.

"Fuck." She turns around and starts walking off. You slam your locker shut and follow her.

"No, no, no, no. Gwen, you get back here."

"I can't, I wasn't supposed to say that." She starts walking through people and down random halls.

"Gwen, you better get talking or I'm telling Peter what you already told me." That makes her stop in tracks. She turns to you with a look of both disbelief and betrayal.

"You're not even on speaking terms!"

"We'll go on speaking terms outta spite."

"Fine, I'll tell you but you can't tell anyone." She points her finger at you accusingly.

"Who would I tell?"

"Peter may be an insy tinsy bit in love with you."

"Gwen!"

"What? I'm not the one in love with you!"

You take a deep breath while you try to process everything you've learned in the past three minutes.

"I've been trying to get him to admit it to you forever but he didn't want to do it until he told you he's Spiderman." She continues her explanation, not realizing she's yet again saying more than she's supposed to.

"So you already knew he was Spiderman?"

"Fuck." She whines and turns to leave again but this time you let her. It's not her fault Peter didn't trust you. Or that he's in love with you.

"Gwen told me she told you." Peter says, not even a moment after you opened your front door. "And so I guess I don't really have a choice but to explain myself. And I mean that literally because Gwen is giving me no choice." He talks quickly. It sounds like he's trying to say it as fast as possible to get it over with.

"Wanna come in?" You ask, again not knowing what to say. It's funny how all it takes is his presence to make you more nervous than you ever have been.

He walks in hesitantly and doesn't move further than the entryway before he starts talking again.

"I only told her first because I'm not in love with her. I didn't want to tell you because I didn't want it to affect anything, but I didn't want to tell you I was in love with you before I told you that I was Spiderman because it didn't feel right to keep that a secret."

"That makes no sense." You run your hands tiredly over your face. "I mean seriously at least have a good excuse."

"I don't have one. Okay, I don't know why I didn't tell you."

"Then why are you here?"

"Because I love you and I don't want this to ruin anything." He looks down at his feet, breaking the eye contact you were making.

"I love you too but if I was a superhero I'd tell you."

"I know you would. I don't know why I didn't." He shrugs. "Did you just say you love me?"

"Not if it takes you that long to notice." You smile, forgetting about being mad.

"I really am sorry." He says, stepping closer to you.

"So am I." You say, also taking a step closer.

"Can I kiss you?" He asks, closing the space between you.

"Of course." Your smile grows even wider as his lips reach yours.

[shineonyoucrazyyandere]

Hello, I hope you don't mind if I share a weird headcanon of mine 👉👈

I normally see people talking about Kakyoin make drawing about you but what if Jotaro does that too? The reason I have this headcanon because I remember the scene when Jotaro using Star Platinum drawing the fly he saw in the picture, and he draw it so well. It makes me think that maybe Jotaro has talent in art too. Jotaro's style will be realistic style while Kakyoin will be more like cartoon/anime style.

Imagine their sketchbook filling with so many drawing of you 💕 Jotaro will watching you from afar, sketching you with your cute smile, your beautiful eyes, he captured it all. For Kakyoin, I think he will even make up characters (oc) that look like you and him and ship them together lol (this headcanon inspried by my friend, she actually do that with her crush).

Thank you for reading my ramble, glad to talk with you :D I would love to hear your thoughts about my weird headcanon

P/s: Love you writing so muchhhh 💝

This is fun stuff, I could eat it up all day. Thanks for sending it in, so I can blabber my mouth about it

This always internally bugged me so I’m very thrilled that someone brought up how well Star Platinum drew that fly. I suppose it’s kind of easy to gloss over for a lot of people compared to Kakyoin’s scene of painting on that canvas. (Then again that fly was kind of important to identify to figure out where Dio was so then again it’s “???” for an explanation)

Anywho, I’d say signs point to Jotaro being able to draw, and I think it’s a hobby he prefers keeping to himself. Like you said of him having a sketchbook, almost no one sees what he draws in it and he doesn’t want anyone else to see it especially if it’s various sketches of you. So more than likely when he does do so, he’s somewhere where he won’t be pestered by school girls, or whatever punk tries to start a fight with him.

I’d also like to think he goes back and lingers on prior stuff, just staring at it for a little while. This applies usually when you’re out of school sick (which he’ll probably stop by later anyway with or without your knowledge). But there’s something comforting about seeing every piece of your visage in his sketchbook. Literally no one else knows about this sketchbook aside from maybe Kakyoin (Holly has her suspicions he takes a sketchbook around but she smiles not pestering her son on his hobbies as she thinks it’s adorable).

For the most part art wise I think Jotaro sticks to traditional art, maybe a dabble of charcoal but he prefers pencils. Maybe watercolor if he ever went beyond, but traditional with pencil/pen is the easiest way for him to pull something out at his leisure. Would he let you see? Maybe eventually when he gets you where he wants you, or if the cat is out of the bag early and you see it and you’re not quite with him yet. Let’s just say seeing that may speed up him taking you.

Kakyoin I could definitely see diving into the oc type of thing, he’d certainly reference an artstyle of a manga you like. (Don’t ask how he figured that out so quickly). Though he definitely loves putting some passion into his artwork and occasionally shamelessly make sultry artwork of you and himself. He loves painting the most as he spreads colors, mixing them into the wondrous hues that is your skin tone. Or splashing watercolors in a notebook, that looks something out of a fairytale. Soft and warm lighting….oops he’s getting a tad bit excited.

He definitely presents pieces that are obviously meant to be stand ins for the two of you. That no one else would ever be wiser too, yeah you might have this odd feeling something’s not quite right, but there’s nothing there you could really prove other than observe just how pretty the composition is. If you compliment it, that just fuels this man’s desire further.

Biggest takeaway here is Jotaro and Kakyoin very blatantly have their own styles whether sticking with black/white/grey, or full on color. Both would be pretty in their own right, and their style choices speak of their personalities without saying a single word.

[the-burd-lord]

Playing around with Alastor’s design a little bit. He would still wear most of the same outfit he wore back then, don't fix what's not broken, but with an added suit jacket that's a bit too big for him. I need to make a bit of to at some point, but after his break up he draws on a pencil mustache to add on to his emphasis of having a new appearance while still staying in his time.

A post depression mustache if you will.

As for some of his creepy aspects I'm cutting out the voodoo elements of his character, and instead using the uncanny and analog horror elements instead (I am a simple creature).

I need to actually remake the color pallets for him and old Vox, but essentially they both start off as black and white or with grey like colors, and gain new ones after they split up. Vox becomes more saturated and Alastor becomes sepiatone, as while it's more colorful it's still is reminiscent of the past.

Now time for some of the silly rivalry bits:

I’d image they would have casual debates on the radio and tv that would soon devolve into insults and eventually nothing but 30/50s slang and Creole French that would last for hours.

I need to finish writing this bit, but basically Charlie sees it as a good idea to go on Vox’s talk show to promote the hotel and herself. There’s some lil rivalry moments between Vox and Al, but ultimately Vox doesn’t fully let his grudges get in the way of hosting a good show.

Even though they mutually broke up they still each regret ending the relationship, and as such covey their loneliness in their respective mediums. Vox making sad, gay movies and being so worn out after that when he watches them he doesn’t even know what he made.

And Alastor having a late night audio story about a turtle and a hare going on adventures. There are times where he’ll just start describing crushing regret and isolation, and he’ll realize that he may have gone a bit far and try to steer it towards more of a happy ending with Vox listening in on all of it.

Something something relationship meme with a sketch I’ll probably never finish. Also surprising, but also not that surprising, to me that in "Stayed Gone" they didn't go with the obvious joke on what to call his late night talk show.

The grrls r fighting!! But for real this time.

Been playing with the idea of Vox turning into pure energy when he's overly stressed, or just becoming a weird robot creature as form he can take as an overlord. It's probably going to result in a lot of sketches where I 𝘵𝘰𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 won't use Videodrome as inspiration (lie).

At some point I need to get a good animation program and just start making a bunch of animatics or animations cause I have so many song inspirations for these two.

Specifically one that I want to make a whole animation for is “(They Long to Be) Close to You.” Basically it’s just going to be them fighting interspersed with moments of them waltzing together. I think you can probably parse out the metaphors and connections I'm going for here.

Also me and a friend were talking about song inspirations and after I continually listened, watched, and worked (at least for me) on Hadestown we just replaced Hades with Vox in some of the songs.

🚨SPOILERS FOR HADESTOWN🚨

One stanza that I need to make an animatic for is in Chant Reprise, specifically 2:33-3:18 with the “I conduct the electric city” line.

This is going to become a bit of promotion for the show cause I love it so much. Probably my favorite musical ever! Also highly recommend listening to this version of "Chant," cause there’s a verse for Persephone and Eurydice that provide some cool reflections that reflect the original “Chant” in their verses.

There’s no direct references to any of the other characters, although you can add your own interpretations.

On that note here’s another song that reflects them. “How Long?” mainly with the “your pity won’t fit in my bed” lines, and when Hades and Persephone are actually singing to each other turning it into being about their relationship instead of the fates of Orpheus and Eurydice.

And a lil teaser for how they make up:

Will make another post about them. I have so many sketches WWHYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!! I CAN’T ESCAPE EITHER VERSION!!!!

[alittlekitscave]

Caregiver!Slenderman headcanons

(NOTE: I used this greyscaled suit gif instead of one actually showing slendy, cause they're either too flashy or memey! these hcs are also based off my own interpretation of Slenderman, so keep that in mind)

Slendy is a very silent, non-expressive man(?), so being able to read him is basically impossible.. if you were actually scared of him, that is!

It's fun to sing or sway to the classic Slenderman's Lullaby with him, as you find it funny (and maybe he does, too?) that people view him as such a deadly thing.

Whenever he walks through the forest with you, he makes sure to hold your hand the whole time so he doesn't lose you. Alternatively, he'll guide you alongside him with an extended tentacle.

You've probably stolen his suit and tie once or twice. They're much too big for you, but he doesn't mind. He actually seems to find it pretty humorous! You show it off and he does a little applause as if you're your own fashion show diva.

If you're more of a quiet or reserved kid, he doesn't mind. He actually likes it just as much. Fellow nonverbal!

He'll quietly sit by you or playfully have you in his lap if you're watching television. If you talk to him the whole time, he silently listens, nodding every now and then to show he understands and hears you. If you're equally quiet, he enjoys the mutual silence just as much.

He'll play toys with you the best he can, but he's not the best improvisor. He's moreso just going along with whatever you tell him to do.

If you like to color, he'll always find a way to provide you with new books, pages (ha), crayons, pencils, etc! How is he getting all of this? (He's stealing them.)

Will gladly give you uppies if you so desire, especially in the forest. He much prefers you being on his shoulders or up in his arms than you being on the ground. Much less worrisome! You won't get lost!

He can even bring other kids over for you to play with! How fun! Or if you prefer not to hang out with other kids, don't worry, you've always got your own little makeshift room to stay in, at.. wherever he lives.

If you're being fussy or throwing a fit, he'll probably gently pick you up with one of his tentacles and hold you in air jail until you calm down, or gently settle you into a little timeout corner or room.

Can you IMAGINE the hugs this skinny fella gives, with all those tentacles combined? Insane. Cuddles of a lifetime.

If you ever see a bug, don't worry, he's got you! He might pretend to equally be scared of it in his own way, though, to make you feel a bit better about your fears. If you like the bug, he'll gladly stare and inspect it with you, until you may eventually want it back into the wilderness. The forest always has it's fair share of critters, after all!

You never see him in the daytime. Or in any bright light, really. It's always at night or in dark places. Sorry if you're afraid of the dark, little one! But don't worry, he's right here to protect you!!

Probably drops off little gifts out of the corner of your eye, whether in his care or at your own home. He likes to surprise you!

Probably gives you more takeout/to-go meals than the average kid needs.. does a guy like him really need to cook when he can just steal- I mean, legally borrow food?

Whether you're an excitable little fella or a quiet one, he loves you either way, and will always find the right times to hang out!

[cookeybg]

Cerulean blue doesn't quite cut it

Billowy white clouds drifted slowly by, while emerald green leaves obscured the rays of the sun, casting a cool shade upon Damian. He stared up at the sky and tried to imagined a set of familiar eyes. He lifted his pencil, wiggling it in thought. The day had been lazy, calm, and he had decided to sit under the large branches of his favorite oak tree, sketching idly, enjoying the quiet. Titus slept on the large blanket he spread out, with Alfred the cat curled on his paws, both ever faithful and protective. Damian had eventually leaned back, their warmth bringing further comfort, he was now so relaxed that his mind wandered aimlessly. "His are more cerulean." He mumbled to himself. He tapped at his lip, humming. Those cerulean eyes would brighten whenever he said or did something that pleased him, that made him laugh, and Damian would stare at the unnatural but beautiful sight. Somehow, of everything he was capable of doing, it was those eyes, their color, that would solidify to Damian that he was not fully human. Yet, in many respects, he was more human than Damian, had taught him how to be more human. It had been years since their first meeting, the thought of it made him both cringe and laugh, made his chest warm at the history between them. He could imagine those eyes laughing, sparkling with mischief, crying, and in pain. Damian did not like seeing him sad, it was an emotion that did not fit someone so bright. "Maybe, a tropical blue." He extended his hand up towards the leaves, spinning his pencil. He could never get the color right. No matter how many times he would blend his paint, it was never good enough. “No, it has to be cerulean.” Damian sighed to himself letting his arm rest over his forehead. In a moment of clarity, he sat up right with a jolt. His heart beat quickened, a prickly sensation spread in his fingers, the ground didn't feel stable anymore. Titus and Alfred watched him, standing at attention. Shakily, Damian clutched at his chest, his breath labored. He couldn't believe it, he refused to believe it, how long had this been going on? It just wasn't right. He swept his other hand through his hair trying to calm down. The tree shook from a gust of wind and Jon knelt beside Damian looking at him, his brows furrowed. "Hey, your heart suddenly shot up." Jon said, placing both hands on Damian's shoulders. Damian stared back at Jon, agape, he could feel the hot flush of embarrassment, and something more, something deeper, rise up to heat his ears, to burn his cheeks. Those complex blue eyes widening further. "Are you okay? Can you breathe?" Jon restrained himself from shaking him "I'm…in love with you." Damian gasped out. Jon stilled, his eye color did the thing Damian could never replicate in his art. A beat too late, he realized what he had said and tried to move away, but Jon held on to his shoulders in an iron grip. "You aren't messing with me are you?" Jon rasped, his Adam's apple bobbed. Transfixed, all Damian could do was shake his head, he clutched at his chest harder, wrinkling his shirt further. Jon swallowed, inching closer. "I love you too," his face was only inches apart from Damian now, "may I?" He could feel his breath against his lips. He nodded and Jon rushed in, Damian's eyes fluttered closed. His lips were hot, soft and he smelled of wheat fields and ozone. His strong arms wrapped around him in a gentle, trembling embrace. It dawned on him that Jon was just as nervous, just as desperate as he. He removed his hands from in front of his chest to clutch at Jon's back, drawing him closer. Damian fell backwards bringing Jon with him. Their kiss ended with Jon laughing atop him. His eyes were the type of beauty to enjoy in person and no human hand would be able to capture it. He gently placed both hands on either side of Jon's face and just stared at him. Jon's gaze softened his eyes changing blue once more. Distantly he heard Titus and Alfred huff at their master's antics and settle back in their respective places. Cerulean blue doesn't quite cut it.

I had fun writing this, it's based on how I felt/reacted about my first love. I'm demisexual so it came as quite a surprise lol I hope I was able to get that feeling across. I also posted it on AO3 if you prefer to read it there:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56516671

[rumble-aint-a-rumble-without-me]

Hii! Do you think you could do soft!Dallas Winston x female reader that likes art (drawing painting sometimes photography) headcanons please? Thank you so much and it’s ok if you don’t want to do it. ❤️

A/N: I wouldn't consider myself an artist, but I did complete an oil painting class once, and I make a lot of little crafts. I'm more into the non-popular forms of art, like photography and crocheting actually, embroidery too. But yeah! I hope you like these, Non!

If you’re into art? Regardless of what medium it may be, you’re gonna have the perfect muse

All it’s gonna do is feed his ego, but please oh please draw/paint/snap pictures of Dally

He’s got a sharp face shape those eyes, regardless if you’re following the Book!Dally or Matt Dillon!Dally

I love both, personally, but y’know, sometimes people have different, opinions, that’s cool too

But back to the art, he’s perfect as a model, if you ignore the part that you’ll probably have to really try to get him to pose for you

But most of the time? You won’t have to, I think he’s just kind of photogenic like that, especially when he wants to be

After posing for so many mugshots, I think he’d appreciate being photographed by someone who actually cares about him, y’know?

I highly suggest just taking photos of Dal when he doesn’t realize it too, I have a feeling he would make some super epic facial expressions and just have the best look on his face

For example, the face he’s making when he tries to light a cigarette and lighter won’t strike, the smile on his face when he’s standing and fooling around with Johnny, the way the corners of his eyes get a little softer whenever he’s looking back at you

If you weren’t taking pictures of him, he’s gonna try and photobomb your pictures or mess with your camera

He thinks he’s being funny, but he’s really just being annoying, I apologize in advance on Dally’s behalf

But hey, there’s a bunch of other things I could go on about, but I’ve got more art mediums to cover-

If you want to paint him….I wish you best of luck, he can be a little whiny and definitely doesn’t have the patience to sit while paint is drying

My suggestion to you is to paint as much of Dally as you can when he’s willing to sit, maybe end up bribing him with a few kisses and the promise of a date or something like that

And when he doesn’t want to sit? Just work on the background

Eventually, he’ll get bored of not having your attention, he can be kinda of needy like that, and he’ll come back, asking if you need him to sit again

If you’re not painting him, maybe you’ve got a school project or just painting for fun, but Dally will constantly pester you about what you’re doing, why you’re doing it that way, why you’re using those colors with that brush

He’s annoying, alright? I don’t know what else to tell you

But he’s very proud of your work. If it’s hung up anyway, he’s very quick to go check it out, even if that means taking a trip back to school and walking through the hallways

If anyone has something to say about your art, they’d better start running <3

If you just like to doodle? Maybe just use pencils, colored or not?

I cannot emphasize enough how sharp Dal’s cheekbones are and how much fun they would be to draw

Just? *waves vaguely to his face* what can’t you love about that?

An artist’s dream, just look at that face and all the juxtaposition-

But yeah!

Draw him, draw on canvas, draw in sketchbooks, draw in the corners of your notebooks, the margins of your papers, Dally will love all of it

If you draw him something, something small, he’ll tuck it into his wallet, I promise

Will he tell you he did that? Probably not, that’s too cheesy for the big, bad Dallas Winston 

But I’m telling you it’s gonna be there, so just trust me on that <3

[marbarmars-arts]

So...I MAY have been collecting Fawfuls like pokemon cards <3

(and what the heck do I mean by that exactly??) WELL in a discord GC my friend Parmy suggested we’d imitate each other’s art styles as like a collab of sorts? Well...I kinda took that a step further heheh ^^

(And fun fact...this was supposed to be something I was gonna do for AU day of Fawful month too, but that idea got cut due to time)

So may I present...the different Fawfuls I drew!! For my friends/cool acquaintances!

So the one who led up to this in the first place, Fawful from @parmsnik AU!! He is dating/eventually marrying Naspi depending on where you’re at in the AU haha! Your way of drawing Fawful seems to change a little bit each time you draw him, so I tried to my best to guestimate a consistent looking Fawf! Very cute!

Up next is Fawful from @the-spacewaffle AU!! Yippee Ronnie’s AU! Thanks for being my friend for so long,,to talk about Fawful and all that stuff y’know? I’ll be cheering you on to complete the story qwq your Fawful is always so nice to my OCs when we crossover khskdjh also...pet the Reddo!

Eee yay now it’s @snuffydoo Fawful and his AU title I totally made up on the spot! I know you don’t really have a name for that kind of thing and it doesn’t have to be canon but I hope you think it’s cute anyways haha! I had a lot of fun drawing this one!! It’s so stylized! AND IT HAS DIMMY (I enjoy your Dimmy artstyle sm) but I don’t draw Spamton very often kjhskgh

Here’s @federthenotsogreat Fawful AU of sunshine goodness~! HE RETURNITH (and since I couldn’t think of another character to feature with your AU...not knowing if Cackletta is there or not jhgskg I gave him a cute little swirly sun!) I admire the fact his outfit is mostly YELLOW and also blue those are cool colors OH AND THAT LEG TOO, also super cool :)

The smol and cute @omgtheywereroomates Fawf! Your ask blog is so neat! I know I don’t ask too many questions there but I just,,,the cartoony fluffy hair?? Love that, and also thank you for your support and the super cool ship as well ^^ 

Heheee yeah hey it’s @cammiluna Fawful from Immortal Fool! Before you say anything YES I’m aware he’s got the new design since it’s near the end of the comic, you released the page that featured said new design while I was already working on this drawing xD So whoops! I just wanted to give appreciation to your comic series that you continued despite everything, and well...I know I haven’t shown much progress on it, I also want to make a comic series...so you’ve inspired me a lil :D

Deep down here there’s a little AU by @aliencatwafers which features Fawful in the sewers! With the little baby bros!! You’re a very insightful and inspiring writer with plenty of neat headcanons and ideas for the bean! Ik you mostly draw in pencil but I took the colors from your submissions to Fawful month this year and used em here! Hope it looks cool!

This little gremlin here with the two moms is Fawful from @bean-n-shroob ask blog! He looks very silly and unhinged (in a good way) and I hope he’s having a good time since after BIS! I love how round your designs are and Fawf is no exception :D

Last but not least is this VERY soft Fawful from @localdealmaker​ and their AU, whose title I made up too (again doesn’t need to be canon or anything if you don’t want it to be, I just wanted to give every drawing a cute name ^^) I think yours was the most complicated to draw for me but I love how he looks, so squish!! Kaboo is cute too!

WHEW THAT WAS A LOT OF TYPING KSJHKGH but yeah I hope you guys have enjoyed this...I might make another part someday full of more Fawful designs from friends but I AM A LITTLE BURNT OUT...doesn’t mean I didn’t have fun tho!

[sadchip]

Rehabilitation Is Bullshit

This fic is nearly 100% based off of an idea @letmerambleplease had.

TW: Lots of cussing, Valentino.

Part 2

Velvette walks into her new room and sighs. She's only been here three days and she misses her linen sheets. Her plushies. And dammit, maybe she misses her friends a little. Not that she'd ever tell them that.

She looks at her luggage. She doesn't wanna unpack this shit. Then again she kinda has to, so…

She picks up her luggage and she pulls everything out, laying it on her bed and shoving her bags in the closet.

She grabs the spare fabric and the notebooks she brought. Just because she's trying to get revenge doesn't mean she's going to get behind on her work. She has a line coming out in a few months.

Despite what some may think she actually does love her job. And her business partners however begrudgingly it may be.

She pulls out her clothes and shoves them in the closet and the dresser.

When she's done putting her stuff away she sits at the desk that's at the front of the room. She's really fucking bored. She pulls out her notebook and a pencil. Might as well get some work done.

But she can't, the ideas are all garbage. She can't get shit done when she's bored. She makes her emotions. The designs will be boring, and that just won't do. She groans and hits her head on the table.

She really should stop doing that.

Suddenly she gets the feeling that she's being watched. She looks around, but no one is there. She shrugs, she's probably gone insane with boredom. Vox will have to pick her up in a body bag.

She chuckles at the thought. She can't wait to have him on his knees begging for her to come back. Maybe she wants to go back a little too.

Not because she misses them or anything… She misses her room. Nothing more, nothing less.

She stands up and sits on the bed, it's comfortable enough. She's about to get back up when she hears a knock. She gets up and answers it.

The Princess is standing there, smiling. “Hey!” She says happily. It's honestly annoying how upbeat she is. “We're going to do an activity, do you wanna join us?”

Velvette wants to refuse, to slam the door in her face. But she's so fucking bored. “Sure, its not like I have anything better in this shitty hotel.” She answers, brushing past Charlie.

Charlie follows her, trying to make small-talk the entire time. Velvette wants to rip her eyes out. Does this bitch ever shut up?

They all sit in the living room. Velvette is in a chair in front of the radio demon. She doesn't get what Vox sees in him. The guys teeth are fucking disgusting, and he smells like shit.

Charlie stands in front of them. “Okay, now that we have somebody new I thought it would be fun to play a game!” She says happily as she looks at everyone.

Nobody seems interested, she either isn't interested or doesn't care, because she just keeps on talking. “Okay, everyone get onto the floor!”

Velvette ends up sitting beside the princess and her girlfriend. Charlie explains that they'll all be playing two truths and a lie to get to know each other.

Charlie starts smiling as she thinks. “Okay… Lucifer is my dad, my eyes are blue, and my favorite color is red!”

Velvette scoffs. This will be a long day.

Around thirty minutes passes and eventually it's Velvette's turn. She thinks for a moment before she speaks. “I died in the late 2000's, I hate the color brown, and…” She smirks, pointing to Nifty. “I watched that one kill an angel.”

Charlie smiles. “Ooh! Ooh! That one!” She says, seemingly proud that she found out the ‘right answer’

Velvette cocks her head to the side, still smirking. “I died in 2012.”

Charlie's eyes widen almost comically.

—

It's day five and Velvette is still bored as shit. She's currently sitting in the lounge area, she's playing on her phone. Angel Dust and that fucking cat are talking at the bar.

Angel Dust has been shooting glares at her every fucking chance he can. Too bad, Valentino would lose his shit if he thought they were hanging out…

She stands up and walks over to the bar, she smiles at the cat guy. “Whiskey.” She says simply as she scrolls through her phone.

He starts making it, mumbling curses under his breath. Velvette turns to Angel Dust, a smirk on her face. She flips her phone to Angel and he chokes on his drink.

On her screen is a picture of Valentino tripping and eating shit on some pavement. He thinks she deleted it, but he doesn't have to know.

“Here's the deal.” She starts, turning off her phone. “You take a few pictures with me while I'm here. It will piss Valentino off. And I'll also give you that lovely picture.”

Angel Dust stares at her for a moment. He smiles and takes the drink that the cat guy made for him without him even asking for it. He drinks it. “You had me at pissing off Valentino.”

AN: Hey, I finally updated this, I couldn't really find a way to improve it, so I just posted it as is. All in all I kinda like it.

[silverjetsystm]

what colour do you associate with your muse?

* interview the writer | Accepting

Answered for Steven and Jake here. Since Marc's the one who wears the vestments, he gets his own post.

Well, I say Marc but this is mostly MK.

Black and white chiaroscuro. In the Early Days, the MK outfit had a mostly black bodysuit with white gloves, boots, and cloak. This is the void era and I love it. I think it led to confusion - 'is anything black or is it white in shadows????'

First appearance with the cape attached to wrists.

Werewolf by Night (1975) #32 Writer: Moench; Artists: Don and Howie Perlin; Letterer: Holloway; Colorist: Rache

Bless him. (This ^ is pre-origin and gets retconned)

MK (1980) #26 Writer: Moench; Penciler and Inker: Sienkiewicz; Colorist: Scheele; Letterer: Rosen

Moench refers to MK as "the jet and silver [insert quality here]" throughout his time in the comics. Which is how I picked the blog name c: I don't know why Moench picked this language but #26 may hint at it.

"First there is black. Then there is light, and all the colors of jazz. And there is sound in these colors. A wailing trumpet drips cool violet, threaded with smoke. Heavy blue lumbers from the bass...While the clarinet tempts and tantalizes in hot pink counterpoint. But the drum. The drum beats blood red."

The Jewish day begins and ends at sundown. (This is also before MK was specifically confirmed as Jewish).

'Hit It!' (#26) is a masterpiece.

Eventually, they go all out and make the suit white. Sometimes it works. Sometimes it's really ugly. Gold gets to live as an accent color.

West Coast Avengers (Vol. 2) #21 Art by: Al Milgrom and Joe Sinnott

Shalvey created a new black and white outfit.

MK (2014) #2 Writer: Ellis; Penciler and Inker: Shalvey; Colorist: Bellaire

Cappuccio continued it with his own style. I adore Rosenberg's use of colors too. She adds a really nice turquoise glow around MK and Mr. K.

MK (2021) #2 Writer: MacKay; Artist: Cappuccio; Colorist: Rosenberg; Letterer: Petit

Yami Yugi Voice: Mind Crush

MK (2021) #17 Writer: MacKay; Artist: Cappuccio; Colorist: Rosenberg; Letterer: Petit

Does Marc get his own color? If Steven is green-blue with sunlight on glass and Jake is magenta-red neon drenched shadow. Not necessarily. Marc's internal dialogue is teal and is the bright moon in the darkness. The mask has been worn for so long that he became it.

[misc-headcanons]

If it's not too much to ask. Could you maybe do a yandere!Hawks with a fem!S/O who just knows how to handle him? Like, she doesn't try to run or escape because she's smart enough to know where that'd lead, so she goes with the smarter option. Interact with him carefully. Appeal to his humanity. Help him to learn more healthy habits. The better behaved she is, the more he'll trust her & the more freedom he'll likely afford her. If there was one thing she knew how to do, it was how to survive & keep sane while doing so. At the same time, she knows better than to explicitly lie to Hawks & is always as honest to him as possible while still avoiding insulting him.

All she asks for is things to do & keep her busy. So, she cooks, she cleans, she sews clothes, she bakes, she plays word games & video games, reads, writes, draws (prefers color pencils to blend with); whatever she can find to keep her busy while Hawks is gone.

Maybe she has a quirk that turns off other people's quirks for 30 minutes after touching them. Maybe it has a strength aspect to it that fluctuates her own strength to overpower whoever she touched according to how strong they are?

I imagine that she's a calm, level-headed, & patient sort, but that she also doesn't take people's bs. That doesn't mean that she didn't freak out inside, but she also knew that doing so wouldn't help her. Possibly the sanest person in Keigo's life.

She's a switch & the only one who can top him. She drives him nuts with passion & pleasure.

In a lot of ways, she's very good for his sanity in that she helps him to learn to better manage his more obsessive tendencies.

She eventually manages to convince him to let her go outside (with his accompanyment) & even later, let her go out on her own. However, she's smart enough & knows Hawks well enough to know that he likely is either following her or planted a feather on her to "keep her safe." So, she's not about to flush all that work she went to to get him to trust her in some vain attempt at freedom.

She's playing the long game & intending to intentionally inact Lima Syndrome. She may seem to be subject to Stockholm, but that's not the case if she's simply reacting to the energy that he puts into the relationship. If they end up falling in love, it'll be because he's changing to become a better person & not her becoming a victim. Don't get her wrong, she sees the humanity in him, but she's not about to forget the fact that he kidnapped her & held her hostage.

I have received your request FIVE times so I'll respond five times.

My header clearly states I am on hiatus. Ignoring that AND my pinned post explaining said hiatus to send this is in fact too much to ask and is disrespectful; you want me to essentially write an entire set of hc/a fic for this specific Reader that you've essentially already written and have a plot planned out for, but won't take the two seconds to glance at the big letters at the top of this blog saying "ON HIATUS."

My header clearly states I am on hiatus. Ignoring that AND my pinned post explaining said hiatus to send this is in fact too much to ask and is disrespectful; you want me to essentially write an entire set of hc/a fic for this specific Reader that you've essentially already written and have a plot planned out for, but won't take the two seconds to glance at the big letters at the top of this blog saying "ON HIATUS."

My header clearly states I am on hiatus. Ignoring that AND my pinned post explaining said hiatus to send this is in fact too much to ask and is disrespectful; you want me to essentially write an entire set of hc/a fic for this specific Reader that you've essentially already written and have a plot planned out for, but won't take the two seconds to glance at the big letters at the top of this blog saying "ON HIATUS."

My header clearly states I am on hiatus. Ignoring that AND my pinned post explaining said hiatus to send this is in fact too much to ask and is disrespectful; you want me to essentially write an entire set of hc/a fic for this specific Reader that you've essentially already written and have a plot planned out for, but won't take the two seconds to glance at the big letters at the top of this blog saying "ON HIATUS."

My header clearly states I am on hiatus. Ignoring that AND my pinned post explaining said hiatus to send this is in fact too much to ask and is disrespectful; you want me to essentially write an entire set of hc/a fic for this specific Reader that you've essentially already written and have a plot planned out for, but won't take the two seconds to glance at the big letters at the top of this blog saying "ON HIATUS."

[sinnabee]

aaa @scarredkitty thanks for the tag!!!! :D

Do you play an instrument? yep! or at least i used to? i played the french horn all throughout middle and highschool! :D i was pretty good imo, and i’d probably have been even better if i actually practiced abshsjsjskssk

Favorite book characters? oh man. one of them definitely has to be the character “pumpkin” from May Bird and the Ever After, i remember i used to think he just had a jack-o-lantern head, but actually he was much more horrifying than that! :D besides pumpkin, i’d have to say that i absolutely ADORE Miryem from Spinning Silver and the main character El (for for galadriel fuck yeah) from the Lessons of the Scholomance series. both of those last ones are by Naomi Novik, and she’s an author i would trust with my god damn LIFE. highly reccomend!!!

Star Sign? taurus! which tbh i’ve always found kind of lame!!!! do you know what’s extra fuckin lame???? with my goddamn birth year, on the chinese zodiac i’m also!!! fuckin OX!!! SO MY SIGN IS JUST FUCKING. BULL BULL. RAAAUUGH

Favorite color schemes? i fuckin LOVE pastels, specifically tho pastel orange!! (my fave;;;) but also. lmao. whenever i personally try to color things they always end up like - 90’s colors bright neons. pink and purple and teal oh my!

Naps or long sleep? long sleep!!! i’m tired of getting eepy in the middle of the day and having to nap when my friends and i are hanging out!!! >:T

What languages do you speak? just english unfortunately! i am however on a duolingo kick rn - i’m learning russian! i know spanish would be more useful, at the hospital and living in the south/the states, BUT. highschool spanish classes have left some scars, alright? my brain shuts down. plus i’ve wanted to learn russian since like middle school!!!!!! i’ve always thought it was neat :D don’t ask me why. there was certain media in middle school so if you know then you know

Dreams/aspirations? i wanna write a book!!!! or at least a long fanfic and COMPLETE IT one day!!! been suffering a really long writers block, but i still think about it a lot! also - i DESPERATELY want my own house that me and my gf can live in and eventually be married, not to be sappy absjsjsdk

Long or short hair? i had long hair literally my entire childhood and a decent chunk of my early 20’s. now that i’m moved out i’ve chopped it all off and OOOOO i am never goin back!!! i love my short hair so much <3

Tea or Coffee? heehee. neither? not to be blasphemous, but i don’t like sweet tea (despite living in the south, smells/tastes like hay to me) and i’ll drink an iced coffee every now and then, but it’s not really my thing. i choose… dr pepper

Bring a book character to life or go to a fictional world? FICTIONAL WORLD FICTIONAL WORLD FICTIONAL WORLD. listen. listen to me. literally all i read in fanfic is isekais and ocs. someone being thrown into something magical and amazing (sometimes horrifying) and different from their normal life??? i eat that shit UP. :D

tags! feel free to ignore i know it’s a lot of typing, so just if u feel up to it! <3

@afssh @ditzy-lemon @strawberryitzi @ranchdiip @coolesth @tarotbonez @paper-lilypie @vurelly @crow-with-a-pencil @newts-and-sharks @happyebooks @slamkattari-blog @moonliched @madamemiz @pillowspace

alright that’s probably too many as it is but yayayaya! have fun y’all!!! :D

Wanna get to know my tumblr friends better cuz y'all are dope so have a tag game challenge if you want :)

Also, if you don’t wanna answer anything you don’t need to.

♫Do you play an instrument?

•Favourite book characters?

•What’s your star sign?

•Favourite colour schemes?

•Naps or long sleep?

•What languages do you speak?

•Dreams/aspirations?

•Long hair or Short Hair?

•Tea or coffee?

•Bring a book character to life or go into a fictional world?

No pressure tags: @thebestieyoureinlovewith @nikolaistealcoat @grishaverse-chaos @lostinfantasyworldsbi @lilisouless @l3st1b0urn3s-707 @arany-studio @waluigicumjar

[nyotasaimiri]

Day 17: Embrace

[messers-moony]

Mine | F.H

Paring: Five Hargreeves X Fem!Reader

Summary: Five pushes himself to the limit.

Prompt: Feeling their temperature

At times stress can be so deafening that it repels back. It takes over your body and shuts it down as a sign to stop. Most people would stop at the first signs. Five Hargreeves is not most people. He pushes himself to his very limit - until his body completely shuts down and leaves him with nothing. Multiple people noticed his body, giving him red flags of its nearby closure, but he denied them.

Allison saw the incapability to keep his hands steady. Diego noticed his clothes getting messier and tousled - at first, he thought it was because of his girlfriend - turns out it wasn’t. Vanya observed the lost look in his forest-green eyes. Luther noticed his excessive fidgeting. Klaus began to see him secluding himself back into his room. Y/n noticed everything.

Five’s brown hair became greasy and matted. Eyes dull and lack of any shine. Hands shaking and unable to keep still. Pencils not following his hand's movements because of his repeated shaking. Clothes were thrown all over the bedroom. Chalk covered the pale green walls - bed unmade. Coffee mugs going unwashed. Papers askew throughout the room. Manilla folders scattered on the dresser. Blazer no longer being worn, and instead, Five wore his shorts with a white button-up, occasionally a tie.

He loved to push it, didn’t he? Not listening until one day, he collapsed. Practically fainting while staring at his walls full of equations. The siblings and Y/n downstairs until one of them heard a clatter from upstairs. They shared a look of concern. Y/n placed a bookmark in her book, standing up and setting her book on the side table.

Y/n sighed, “Well, I should go see if that was Five.”

They nodded in response. Quickly Y/n made her way up the large stairs. Eventually, she made it outside Five’s door. Knocking on it gently, she called to him and got no response. Taking that as an okay to open the door, she found Five laying on the floor - sleeping?

Y/n scoffed, “You love to push it. You’re gonna kill yourself like this, babe.”

Carefully she lifted his body to the bed. Y/n placed the blankets over him. Five’s face was blossoming with a magenta color. Y/n took the back of her hand, placing it over his forehead. His temperature was high. Five had a fever because he couldn’t take a break. It killed her to see him like this, but karmas had its way. Leaning down, holding her hair back, she kissed his forehead before laying beside him.

Hours later, Five woke, his body curled around someone’s leg as they sat with their back against the headboard. He felt nauseous and groggy. Sweat began to pile at his hairline, and it was rolling down his back. Nosing the person's thigh, he tried to get closer. They reached their hand down to his hair and began to scratch his scalp. A noise - one that could only be described as a purr - erupted from his throat.

“How do you feel, love?” Y/n asked softly.

“How did I end up here?”

“You fainted.”

Five glared up at her, “I’m not joking. I was downstairs with everyone else until we heard a clatter. I came to check up on you, and you were on the floor.” Y/n defended, putting her hands up making Five whine at the absence of her hand in his hair.

“Am I dying?”

Y/n chuckled, scratching his scalp once more, “No, you’re sick.”

“How am I sick?” Five retorted bitterly, “You got too stressed.” Y/n answered.

Five narrowed his eyes at her, “Too much stress weakens your immune system, therefore making you more conscious of catching a cold. Which you indeed caught.” Y/n explained softly as Five laid his hot cheek on her thigh.

“My nurse.”

She snorted, “Might as well be.”

Five fell asleep moments later, hoping to sleep it off. Her hand in his hair felt heavenly. It had been so many days of no affection being in her presence felt so calming. It was slowing his heartbeat into a steady beat instead of his racing. His breathing was turning even - a symptom of falling asleep soon. For once in the past week, he felt at peace curled around his girlfriend. Knowing that he could let down his guard and feel safe. Softly Five left a kiss on the top of her thigh before falling asleep completely.

The following morning Five woke up to an empty bed. It left him pouting. Minutes past and Y/n walked into the bedroom with a tray. Groaning Five pulled himself into a sitting position, back against the headboard as he watched his personal angel. Y/n smiled at him, possibly making his fever worse.

Y/n looked beautiful. Golden rays from the sun reached her body, making her look ethereal. Her hair was ruffled, and her eyes still not fully awake. Clothes askew, but god, did she look beautiful. Her e/c eyes may not be fully awake, but they sparkled in the golden glow. Full of life, love, and adoration for him. That’s what made his throat swell. Y/n was his, all his.

Lightly Y/n placed the tray on top of the bed. Five saw breakfast placed on it along with two mugs of coffee and a tiny cup of pink liquid. Quickly Five’s hand gravitated towards the dark brown liquid, but Y/n moved his hand away with a small smile. Instead, she handed him the little cup with pink liquid. Five took it and smelt it cautiously - it made him grimace.

“It’s supposed to make you feel better.” Y/n stated, cupping his cheek and kissing his forehead.

“It smells gross.” Five replied childishly.

Y/n smiled sympathetically, “I know, my love, but it’ll make you feel better.”

He looked at her and then the cup repeatedly. Eventually, he took the liquid like a shot. Five reached hastily for the coffee, and this time Y/n didn’t stop him. She took her place beside him and placed a kiss on his temple. Five set the coffee cup back on the tray and leaned against her shoulder, picking at the food she brought upstairs.

“Thank you.” Five said suddenly, “For what?” Y/n questioned, kissing the top of his head.

“Taking care of me.” Five answered, kissing her shoulder and playing his temple back on it, “You’re mine to love and mine to take care of.” Y/n stated, making Five’s face light aflame.

Oh, he was so going to marry her.

[genderfluid-strawberry-of-doom]

random headcanons about mcga characters just because:

- magnus's favorite flowers are sunflowers

- alex is kind of semi religious? (i know this may be canon divergence but i find the concept cool. like she's not as religious as samirah, doesn't pray for every tiny thing, but on the whole believe the aztec gods exist, and she does pray sometimes)

- magnus is literally so smart. like if you ask him he'll on the spot recite like the first fifty digits of pi or something

- aand magnus does that thing where he presses dead flowers and leaves in between the pages of a book, but then he does it only to already dead ones because "or else it's murder!! have you people no conscience?!"

- blitz is a very people person. like he has very good people skills. he's confident, he speaks eloquently, etc

- magnus is very fair so his blush is like highlighted on his skin? like he starts off with cream colored cheeks and then they're suddenly rose pink and glowing so it's very obvious he's blushing lol. also he glows a warm pink when he's flustered

- tj loves vanilla ice cream. he says he likes the simplicity. except alex, nobody really understands

- hearth used to be a harry potter fan when he was younger, then he figured out that jkr was a racist, transphobic bitch

- heath eventually masters archery, after the events of sotd. he's very good at it, and can now hold his own in a battle even without runestones (though he still uses them, obviously)

- red lipstick on mallory can i just. also mallory with a silver nose piercing like girl in red <3

- samirah's one of the people who own those super organized stationary thingies, like the ones where everything's in its right place and it also looks very organized. alex is one of the people who own the stationary things but somehow manage to make it look disorganized, but if you ask them, they're all "everything's perfectly organized and in its place" and then when you ask them where the orange pencil with the eraser at the end is, they just take it out for you in one second like what

- alex's best subject leaving art is english, she's very good at creative writing

- as a kid, samirah owned an entire collection of those patterned washy tapes. she still has them and never uses them, they're just there for nostalgia

- tj has a piercing above the eyebrow, and then on the other eyebrow is his shard of flint

- tj and alex teaming up to tease magnus (canon)

- alex, magnus and tj do play video games together and magnus sucks at it, but he's just there to have fun so. usually either alex or tj end up winning

- alex does makeup and nails for both magnus and tj

- mallory knows english, irish, and french as well. she learnt it in valhalla, but nobody else knows she did, so one day she just starts speaking french and everyone just stares. it started as payback to halfborn, since he talks about his phd in german literature so much, but then she actually started liking speaking it

- halfborn is the one who uses proper grammar while texting (because he says after learning german grammar, he's come to appreciate english grammar), not samirah, who uses as many short forms as possible to save time

- samirah also knows many many keyboard shortcuts, also to save time

- halfborn's the type of person to learn knitting secretly lol. blitz teaches him how to sew clothes too

[bloodmoon-bites]

The Moon’s Shadow |:| A khonshu x reader fic|:| Part 3

Warnings: Swearing, angst, 18+ mentions of sex

Summary:  You are the reincarnation of the god of shadows (yes I am aware that kek exists but for sake of this fic, kek does not, and you are in his place), you had a past with a certain moon god. A past you were certain was left there, but when you run into him and his avatar you’re pulled into an adventure that you are sure you’re ready for. Who knows how it’s going to go, let’s see if you two can stand each other long enough to get done what needs to be done.

Word count: 1k+ Info: Y/N = your name

Y/G/N = your god name

N/N = nickname

F/C = favorite color

E/C = Eye color

Zali = My shadow

“Love you, birdboy…”

A few hours later we were on a flight to Egypt, I had taken the window seat and sat with a sketchbook in my hand, using the light from the window to shine onto my sketch. Khonshu’s avatar had been sat beside me, he had explained that he had 2 persona’s Marc, and steven, steven was sitting beside me. He looked over at my sketchbook, it was full of sketches of the gods and the page I was on currently was a page full of sketches of khonshu, and someone else

“Woah, is that khonshu? And who’s the other person? I’m guessing they’re a god, but I haven’t seen them before…” he said placing a hand on his chin looking the sketches over before looking up at me

“The other god is me… that’s what I look like when I'm in true god form” The form with khonshu in the sketches was a wolf with 2 sets of ears and a skull for a face, the fur on its head was F/C with black and white littered across it, while the eyes were E/C. Steven nodded slightly

“So Khonshu hasn’t told us much, but what is the whole thing between you two? If you don’t mind me asking of course” he said giving me a small smile and I chuckled 

“Well, I guess we have a few hours… Long ago, during my first life, me and him ruled the night together, the god of moon and justice and the goddess of the dark and chaos. At one point, during it all we had fallen in love, we had become unstoppable, a force to be reckoned with.” I took a pause and sighed before continuing, “But then Ammit began to grow evil, claiming that justice needed to be bestowed before the person could even commit the crime, but her fatal flaw was that it was just a choice they could make down the line, so that meant the person could choose not to do the thing they would be judged on.” I looked into his eyes to make sure he had been keeping up. Steven offered me a small nod and I continued

“So we had to kill her, but after that, he just began going downhill for some reason… I could never figure out why though, sorry off-topic. So we had started fighting a lot and eventually I broke it off but that same day I was killed not even half an hour later, and I still never learned who did it” I shrugged, “I don't care too much about it now really, but I'm still trying to figure it out” I said looking back down at my sketchbook and then out the window before looking back over to steven

“But, why were you never mentioned in any myths we’ve found?” he asked me and I shrugged

“Maybe the other gods didn't want me known after I died, maybe they wanted to leave me in the past. I don't know… all I know is most don't know I exist, or at least few do, but very few” I said picking my pencil back up and continuing to draw on the paper, adding some small details to the sketch of khonshu I was working on, then I spoke up once more

“Though, sometimes I wonder what would have happened if I hadn’t left and had just tried to work it out, but I guess I’ll never know huh? Sometimes I wonder what could have been…” I shook my head lightly feeling the tears whelm in my eyes, “I loved him, and I still do, that’s not going to change, no matter what he may do, I love him” I said looking back over at steven only to watch his eyes change and glow white for a second before returning to normal a familiar voice ringing from his vocal cords

“I love you too, zali” Khonshu said placing a hand on my cheek and pulling me in to lay his forehead to mine and a small smile falling over his lips

“I missed you, more than you could ever know…” his thumb brushed my cheek lightly. His eyes opened to look into mine, I offered him a small smile 

“Trust me Khon, I think I know…” I put my hand on his and heard an intercom ring out

“We are now within one hour of our destination”                                                         Time skip I woke up feeling an arm tightly wrapped around my waist, and a body pressed up against mine I slowly rolled around to face khonshu, his sleeping form lazily laid infront of me. He had shifted into a human form so it would be easier to sleep with me. I slowly ran a hand through his dusty light blonde colored hair and placed a small kiss on his chin.

I watched as his eyes slowly opened, revealing the yellow orbs I had been waiting to see since I woke up. He smiled at me and laid his forehead on mine

“Good morning, my goddess. Did you sleep well?” he asked lazily, his voice low and deep, groggy from just waking up

“Mhmm,” I said nuzzling closer to him and he spoke up in a teasing voice, “enjoy last night~?” he said running his hand up and down my back, his lips close to mine, ghosting them. 

“Maybe…” I said smirking

“Hmm, sure sounded like it last night~,” he said placing a kiss on my lips, his hand moving to my ass, giving it a light squeeze, causing me to gasp in surprise into the kiss, making him chuckle slightly before pulling away. I rolled my eyes after opening them

“Whatever birdboy,” I said lightly smacking his chest, failing for the most part as I didn’t have much room, “ugh, what time is it?” I said rolling over to look at the clock, it read 10:12 am.

“Well we have a few hours to lay around I guess,” I said rolling back over to look at him, seeing him propped up on one elbow and a smirk over his face

“Hmm, I think I can think of one way to pass the time. What do you say to round two, my love?” he said, his smirk only growing his tongue lightly dragging over his bottom lip

“Sounds good to me, my god,” I said nibbling my bottom lip Khonshu’s human form (source: picrew ) Taglist:  @wlfia​ @prophecyflame​ @1storminsummer​ @beautifulweaselranchgarden​ @urleftball @poeticine​ @strangersomeone​ @sporadicoafshepherdpainter-blog @memento-mora​ @acceptedbyace​ @instantalien​ @maggotqu33n​ @ekkomorningstar​