#i miss my oc so bad i want to cry he was beautiful he was perfect 😭

[santinos-grenade-launcher]

I miss you Skyrim.

I miss you Ak'kir my beloved khajiit. You did so good. You will never be forgotten. I will write about you, people deserve to hear your stories.

[wazabii]

Jealousy? Or Insecurity

Imaushi Wakasa

Tw: jealousy, Sub!Wakasa, use of Babydoll, Haitani Ran x OC, praise and little degradation, Crying Wakasa, female reader, touchy with someone other than their partner, setting switching, smug reader, Dom!reader kind of yapping at the end (tell me if i missed anything) wellcome for the POC readers ;))

Pairing(s): Imaushi Wakasa ; reader

Genre(s) : romance/smut

WC :> 3,379

Enjoy

Wakasa was a simple man. Money, power and pussy. He had it all, and it's safe to say he was satisfied.

Getting women to swoon over him wasn't a hard thing for him to do, unlike one of his best friends (Shinichiro 💀). It came naturally to him throughout his lifetime.

When he was younger, 17 or so , he was already surrounded by women because of his powerful status. Being the former leader of Kodo Rengo and one of the original members of the black dragon's, he was bound to get surrounded by admirer's. Good or bad. And that's how he met his girlfriend of five years.

Of course, before dating him, wakasa made sure you understood his lustful lifestyle. Filled with wine and women and his 'wonderful' vices.

Compared to before, wakasa was definitely more tame in his sex life, only turning to you once in a while when he truly can't keep himself together. But even he, can't help but steal a glance or two, or three....... Or more of wonderful backsides that some women carry. It's one if the many uncountable reasons that he was attracted to you.

Working as a bartender at a world class bar as a side job to wakasa was easy enough. But having tens if not hundreds of beautiful women crowding 'round the place all day, makes it harder for him to work, with them asking for his addy too.

Today wakasa was stressed. His client, at the gym, got into a car crash, and he only knew when his client landed in the hospital. And on top of that, Takeomi got into a fight, though winning, he got badly hurt. So wakasa took a day to distress at the same bar he worked in.

Walking into the bar, he was swarmed by the classy women, young and old, curvy and petite, tall and short. It would be heaven, if he didn't have a girlfriend. He didn't entertain them and just gave the same boring replys, not disrespectful but not enough to continue any conversation.

"Hello","hey","what's up?"

Were his go-to replies.

He walked to the heart of the club, where all the dancers and the bar was closest to. He sat down and ordered a drink.

"1 Night Tripper thank you" he cupped his face with his hand and leaned onto it, lazy eyes glancing around the club.

It was always this face and that face, not a single person he couldn't remember seeing. While he was deep in his mindless thoughts, a pair of brothers sat next to him.

"Hey wakasa! Whatcha doin here?" The infamous Roppongi duo was seated next to him.

"Hey. Had to get my mind off things." His monotonous voice could barely mask the stress.

They conversed for a while before a women in a wine red dress, hardly covering anything, came over and sat on wakasa's lap, her large bittocks pressung against him. Wakasa froze, relishing it the feeling of a nice ass on him. But, regaining his self control, he softly pushed the woman and grabbed the empty chair next to him, sitting her down and continued talking with the brothers.

"Hey [Name]! Isn't that your boyfriend and the Hentai brothers over there?"

You took a peak, and indeed, there were the men that your friend mentioned.

"Amina it's Haitani, not Hentai, that makes a completely new word hun, I'll work on the pronunciation with you later wh-"

"Hey who's that bitch with your boyfie!" Amina jabbed a slender finger in their direction.

You met Amina through a marketing course half a year ago, and despite not knowing her for long, you two were like two peas in a pod, her firey attitude and confident aura intriguing you, her steady, powerful voice when she talks, the unwavering steps she takes as she walks, her down to earth self, made you want to be around her (which was surprising considering your lack of want for people swarming around you), yet not once has befriending her make you regret it.

This time, it wasn't a peak that you made at the men. Your head snapped to them so hard if you weren't so furious it would give you whiplash. 'What in the rubber duckies was wakasa doing, letting that girl practically lay on him!'

"Girl I'll go deal with the lil ass, you go get yourself a fine man k? Infact i feel like you and Ran would hit it off!" Clapping your hands excitedly, but once remembering that you were angry right now, You were about to storm over a confront him, but you decided to have a little fun.

Giving Amina a slight shove towards the older brother cunningly, "Go talk to Ran, he's the one with the cocktail, don't distract Rindou tho, he's talking to wakasa"

Amina stumbled a bit, but was thankful that you encouraged her to talk to the man she's been eyeing all night.

"Thanks babes~ mwah 💋 " she wiggled her fingers in a wave and went over to Ran.

Waving in acknowledgement , you turned back to the scene in annoyance.

Seeing Rindou talk to him, gave you an idea, not the brightest one, but an idea nonetheless.

You've known the Haitani's for as long as you could remember. They saw you at a park when you were young and challenged you to a pull up contest on the monkey bars. They were strong, no doubt, but you being the competitive person you are, didn't stop even when your arms were dying. Eventually, you won, the challenge and their respect. And you know damn well they both love a little drama.

Strutting over on front of the purple haired male, you gave him a sultry greeting. Ignoring the look Wakasa was giving you.

"Hey Rin Rin~" stroking his cheek with your red tipped index finger, you placed a knee right beside his thigh, leaning into him, black-based and gold rimmed cocktail dress enhancing your figure. Sensing your intentions with his drama dececter, he played along.

"Hey bunny, haven't seen you in a while, what's got you in this place" Rindou took his hand and brushed it along your thick thighs, squeezing once he got to the juciest part.

"Just a little bored, wanted to hangout with my girl-" the soft and breathy tone contrasted the hard smirk that was plastered onto your smug face when you heard a screech come from the chair behind you, the chair Wakasa was sitting in.

Wakasa couldn't handle it anymore, how could you! Right in front of him too? He stormed to the dim exit of the club, fiotsteps so heavy, that if you stood near him you could feel the vibration in the floor.

Grinning at Rindou, you knew your plan had worked, you pat his shoulder before pinching his cheeks between your pointer and thumb.

"Thanks Rin, we'll catch up next time kay~?" Rindou nodded in reply, a Cheshire grin taking over his usual stoic expression.

"Tell me how it goes" he winked before gesturing you to leave.

"Go get 'im!" I gave a firm nod, and waved good bye to Rindou, Amina was keeping Ran busy so o didn't try to interrupt their time together.

I walked after the jealous man, a slight skip in my step, knowing i had him right where i wanted.

I saw wakasa walking towards the bus stop. Amusement was evidently plastered on ny face. Softly i walked after him, and hooked my arms around his waist. Hearing a soft gasp from him i chuckled to myself. I lifted him up bridal style and walked back to the Kawasaki Ninja H2R. Keys in mouth, and a crabbed Wakasa in my arms.

"What a wicked game to play, to make me feel this way" I airily sighed. Wakasa only crossed his arms, hands clenching the sleeves of his shirt, jutting his rosy lower lip out, forming a cute pout, if not for the situation at hand.

I put the man down, and cliimbed onto my beloved bike, Wakasa gingerly following after. He loosely gripped onto the clothing resting on the side of my hips.

I started the bike, letting him do whatever he wants, 'hmph! Lil boy gon' regret this' i smirked cynically, thankful that i was the driver, rendering my boyfriend blind to my actions. I was crusing for around 5 or so minutes and put my plan into action. I leaned slightly forward, not enough for him to notice a difference, and 'SCREECH' a sudden speed up and swerve of the bike made wakasa clutch onto his lover for dear life.

"[NAME] WHAT THE FUCK!" his gruff hands gripping onto your stomach, squeezing so hard, it made you wince a bit. Legs clammed to the sides of the bike, and best of all, lean arms crushing my curvy waist. I let out a boisterous laugh, into the wind it flows and then its gone. From my side mirror i see wakasa give me a soft smile but quickly replace it with a grumpy frown.

As we arrived, wakasa hopped off the bike, while i was turning off the engine. Swaying his wide hips, and strode his way to the front door.

He opened the door and started to go straight to bed. Huffing and puffing as if explaining his displeasure to me. I tsked, swooping him up from Infront of him, making him cling onto me instinctively. I grinned wildly to myself, and locked the door with on hand. Taking him up to our bedroom, i roughly sat him on the bed.

"Care to tell me why the waist of a bitch was in your grasp?" I asked, angry of course, but i wanted him to explain.

"WHY'D YOU CARE" Wakasa raised his voice at me challengingly. I quirked an eyebrow up.

"Why would i care? Well maybe because you're my BOYFRIEND?" I was livid, what in the world was he thinking!

"You want attention? Strip." Wakasa looked confused at my words.

"Did i fucking stutter baby?" I cooed sarcastically. "Strip."

Wakasa shakily took off his fishnet shirt, revealing his body that was once scattered in love marks, now completely bare. Then he unbuckled his belt, and took it into his hands. Not going to lie, it was crazy sexy, belt in hand, red in the face, leather pants hugging all the right places, especially his thick ass. God how i wanted to grab it. He peeled off the tight pants too, leaving him in short, tight lace boxers.

"Did i tell you to leave anything on your body?" I gave his ass a quick smack, quickly placing my finger in his waistband, I pulled it back and let it go, hearing a lovely gasp from him. He huridily ripped off his black boxers, hands practically quivering, from excitement or fear, I don't care. In spite of me being vexed, i still adored him. So i took it as my job to calm him down.

"Calm down babydoll, I'm only going to teach you a lesson alright? You feeling good?" I combed through his silky smooth hair, tugging on it slightly. "Y-yeah, m' sorry" the zebra 🦓 haired man stuttered in his quivering voice.

"We'll talk about why you're sorry later okay baby?" I softly slapped his face. "You let another women get all over you cuh' you were deprived righ'? I 'pologize f'that babydoll, works been callin, but i managed ta'get the next few day off f'ya" i caressed the spot i slapped lovingly, "righ' now imma show ya'don ha'ta go to other women kay~ cuh' babydoll can com'ta me kay?" Wakasa nodded softly, to every beat i said, a thick coat of pink painted his face.

I took the stunning dress off myself, leaving me in red, silk underwear, I placed him on the bed, and stood between his legs. Taking his milky calves, I placed them on my shoulder. "I won't stop till the break of dawn makin love to you baby"

Wakasa's dick was stood, slightly curving to the left, crying white. His thighs were flexing, while his arms wrapped around his chest. Vibrant violet eyes crystallizing with his tears. I looked at him expectantly, and he unwrapped his arms on instinct. I pulled him closer to me, leaning down to kiss his tears away, and scratch the back of his soft neck. I moved vertically, moving my wet mouth to his nipples. I sucked on it softly, earning a well deserved moan. Just to get revenge, i bit on it, not enough to bleed, just enough to make it hurt. Wakasa jerked upwards, eyes blown wide, pupils doubling in size, a raspy howl escaping from his voice.

"Hush up babyboy" I mumbled against his chest, kissing the spot i bit. I tipped back, to capture him whole with my eyes. I let out a soft heave, "you, you look beautiful, the sole reason my eyes exist, are to admire you" while talking, i caress his glutes. "Thank you, i wonder why you even chose me."

At his words, my eyes widen. He looked so.... Down. I thought of everything, starting from the club, his words, his actions, to now. It all added up.

"I mean, you're ethereal, amazing hair, lovely eyes, proportional nose, plump lips, symmetry is proven with your face! The best body any woman could have! You could have anyone you want, hell, you could even have Johnny Depp in his prime! How did I end up with you?" Wakasa was sobbing, the more he thought about it, the more worthless and low he felt.

"Babydoll, I chose you, you're beautiful, in and out. Fashion sense is immaculate, unlike most men, lean not over the top muscle, and can fight, heavenly voice, if i lost my life yet you're talking to me on my deathbed, baby I'd say, heaven can wait. Don't even get me started on your personality!" I tugged him closer to me, caging him in my arms, reassuring him that im not letting him go anywhere.

"I'm not the jealous type, but what's mine, is mine, and stays mine. And I'm sure as hell ian' letting you go. End of story." I placed soft kisses on his temple, whispering sweet nothings to him, holding him tight. Slowly yet surely, he was calming down.

"You rock my world babydoll, and you're gonna keep rocking it till you can't no more" i fell into the cloudy mattress with him under me, clinging on as if he lets go, I'd decay into fine salt.

I softly pushed him down so i can get up. "Take it off~" Wakasa whined as he tugged at my bra. I smirked endearingly, "take what off babydoll?" Wakasa was getting frustrated, the water that had dripped onto the ground, almost returned back to his indigo eyes. I slightly panicked, "Don't cry baby! I'll take it off im sorry" although nervous, i still giggled. I unclasp the back of the chest binder, freeing my breasts. Wakasa earnestly gazed at them, and pounced.

Throwing my head back, i moaned. The sound making Wakasa jerk up, dick slapping my bare cunt, suckling on my tits as if i was gonna produce milk.

"Doll, t-th~ha that's eno~oHhh" i pushed his head back, despite his soft protests. Wakasa gripped onto the back of my thighs, hips bucking up frantically. Holding down his hips, i told him, "dolly, i needa' open m'self up f'ya, you're big~" i flicked the pink mushroom tip of his long cock, his veins pulsing, it was obvious he was desperate, but I wasn't going to break my ribs just cause he was craving, and i didn't prep myself.

Sitting vertically opposite to him, i took two fingers and spread myself open, showing him my glistening pussy. Scooping up some of the honey that's dripping, and took it near my face. Opening my fingers, i watch as the string of necter attach from on finger to the other, i brought it into my mouth, maintaining eye contact with Wakasa, i sucked on the juices sensually. Bringing my saliva-coated fingers down to my hole. Massaging the gummy walls, going faster and faster. "Oh~hHh Waka~aHhh" "[N-Name]~ p-please~ i wannah' cum~"

The once tears of saddness quickly trned to tears of despration. Watching you, neck cranned back, hands working away on your pussy, juices dripping like a creak, hips jerking, made him want to bury himself whole in yout warm cushiony and inviting pussy. Wakasa stroked his lengthy cock, bucking his hips into his large hands, wishing it was your warm cunt instead. He was so close yet so far.

Promptly, you ceased your movements, causing the sweaty, glossed man follow in dubiety.

"c'mere baby" You pat the pillowed spot between your legs, loving the way that the love of your life follows order so well, in bed at least. Hair drooping, saliva dripping and the sounds of Wakasa's whining filled your senses. Encouraging him to relax, you croon "that's it baby, slowy does it".

Once Wakasa kneeled between your bare legs, you laid a pillow down for him to rest his head on.

"you good there doll?" reciving a nod of affirmation, you continued your ministrations.

Spreeding your prepped cunt for him to see turned the pussy craving man get hungrier, his normally droopy eyes blown wide, lips swollen from him biting it. He tried to sneakily buck his strong hips up, but you stopped him right before his tip touched your folds.

"a-ah-ah~ patience doll" Not giving him a mere second for him to process your words, you slammed yourself down on his grith.

Shamelessly rolling your hips up and down on his grithy length, pussy smashing his pelvic bone. A course of "y-YEAHHH~"'s and "NgnG"s forced themselves out of your mouth, the pure lust and passion oozing in the air can even make Asmodeus say hell nah.

Riding dick wasn't easy, but for the ethereal beauty under her, [Name] would do anything. For his pleasure she could slave away anytime. Cause at the end of the day, to [Name], a happy lover, a happy life. Getting to hear his sounds of love and appreciation, was enough of a reward for her, in fact, she couldn't ask for more.

"Pretty bitch, perfect doll, jeal-haah-jealousy is one h-nhg-ell of ah~ one hell of a disease h-huh." Panting as it felt as if his cock was prodding at my lungs.I noticed a little bulge in my tummy, as I pressed on it, it gained his attention. Moaning,he started to buck his hips up even harder. This time i couldn't stop him, as i was getting tired and restless. I ket him do what he want.

I flipped us over, making me place myself under his strong arms. I grabbed a handful of his ass and wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him in even closer, burying his stem inside my soft, gummy walls.

He pounded his dick into me, not wasting a fraction of a second, gritting his teeth and gripping the sheets. The steel bedframe clashed and clanked with the brick wall, probably irritating the single 26 old neighbour with a dead girlfriend. the neighbour with blue eyes and black hair.

"Please! Please-Please, Please" The whines and wails of Wakasa almost drove you off the edge if the earth, barley stopping before reaching the ledge.

"Cum!" I gripped his tousled hair and pulled, making his head snap back and his back arch, leading his chest to crash into mine, and causing him to bully his dick even further into my cunt.

"YESS/FUCKK" both individuals moaned simultaneously, the sound coming out as bell chimes and harp strings up in heaven. Pure ecstasy flowed to every inch of their bodies, the passion staying throughout the night yet the lust slowly vanishing.

The night ended with one lovers feelings solved, and both cradled in the others warm, homey, inviting embrace. The glow of the sun of dawn shinning through the silk curtains, and the soft, dank night disappearing into the horizon lulled both the lovers to sleep.

..................

"GIRL YOU PROMISED TO TELL ME THE DETAILS. RAN AND AMINA HAVE BEEN GOING AT IT ALL NIGHT AND NOW I NEED A DISTRACTION! DON'T IGNORE ME JSBSHDGSKBCSKSMNDDJLSN"

@awoogaboogahehehehehehe

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[avatarlvrsstuff]

I'll never love her.

A story where neteyam was in love with an awkward shy omatikaya girl but she lost her life against the sky people but that was over three years ago and neteyam was 20 now and soon to be Olo'eyktan and refused to choose a tsahik so his parents where forced to choose for him and today would be the day he would be forced to meet her.

Warning: PTSD, mentions of death, neteyam and oc fighting, slow burn, if there's anything I missed let me know please!

Neteyam practicly had to be forced out of bed to get ready to meet his new 'mate' but in his mind he doesn't think she will ever be his mate, his mate is dead she is nothing more to him than a way take his role he was born it take among his people.

And when he finally laid eyes on her she was beautiful of course being the prime example of navi beauty but she wasn't *her* so this beauty was nothing more than something he saw on the surface not felt in his soul (if that makes sense?)

Neteyam tried his best to pretend to be nice to hear but he could hardly be civil with her everytime he looked her in the eyes or she mentioned them being mated her death came back the images of it flowing through his mind like a melody stuck in his head

And by the time he had snapped back into reality she was looking up at him slightly with a really concerned look on her face and he felt tears flowing down his face and it was like there was no more air left in the world and he had to sit down and he sat down on the warm grass hyperventilating the tears still haven't left and he feels so ashamed and weak in this moment and all he wanted was *her* but she was gone. He could never see her again and that's when he felt the girls hand on his shoulder and he pushed it away maybe a little harder than he meant to he's just so agitated right now he can't control himself and the last. Thing he wants us for her to touch him and he franticly runs off leaving the girl standing there confused and concerned.

She contemplated running after him but didn't know if that would make things worse so she decided to just tell his parents and run over to Jake's tent and see him and neytiri talking they hear you come in and stopped looking at you a little confused one of there ears going up "s-sorry fo interrupting but n-neteyam is freaking out and he r-ran off into the forest" you seen a look on Jake's face as he looked at neytiri as if he knew this would happen and neytiri puts her head down not knowing what to do and Jake runs out of the tent.

Y/N is just standing there unsure what to do she's never felt like this before so small unimportant looked at like she was disgusting this was supposed to be the best day of her life but instead she wanted to cry and she couldn't take it anymore and started to feel tears in her eyes as her legs broke down and she started to sob neytiri saw this and felt horrible it was her fault she did this. And comes over and picked her up to her feet and hugged her tightly "I'm so sorry syulang this is my fault I should've listen to Jake he isn't ready if you want to find a new mate from a different tribe we will completely understand and so will eywa." She says looking you in the eyes forcing a little smile

But your parents wouldn't they would not understanding they weren't reasonable and understanding like Jake and neytiri they did not care about her feeling's and once there decided on something they would not change there mind you were stuck with him and that thought made her break down again running out of the tent in tears and that's when Neteyam saw her running out of the tent a mess completely broken this bad truly been one of the worst days of her life.

He couldn't help but feel horrible the pain she was feeling radiated off of her like the glow of the sun but he couldn't be nice to hear and build a relationship with her without feeling like he was betraying her. And he wasn't over her by any means he can't even go to the tree of souls cause seeing the memories of him and her were just to painful and if he even got close it would cause the worlds air to leave his lungs again and for a moment he would die only to be awoken by a banging ache in his head.

Was he cursed was he gonna feel this way forever..?

A/N English is not my first language so ease bare with me with the spelling and everything and letr know what you think!

[acewitch-writes]

Hello! I recently found your account, and I went on scrolling down and down...and now I hope you know how grateful I am. Thank u- Merci. About 90% of the content you share here has made me feel so much better. I realllyy hope wonderful things happen for you. I've been a fan of hp since 2001, but I'm not really a social media person so I haven't been active in the fandom. I had no idea what was happening here until recently..two months ago to be exact (other details are not important) and omg.. I ended up in a discussion with some I think, new fans. tbh I thought, "Great! I'm good at this, I read all the books more than once Let's talk :)"  and omg their very first question was "What do you think about Regulus?"

I was like, "Who?" *dying from secondhand embarrassment bc It turns out I'm not that good at this

but as the discussion continued, I became more and more baffled bc "Why was everyone talking about Barty, Evan, and Regulus? who is daddy Remu? and what do you mean people ship James Potter with R.A.B.? What?"

I swear for a moment I thought "Did the writer publish a new book? Did I miss something? " tbh, I respect everyone's opinion it's none of my business but I'm still shocked. The only thing that bothers me is everything that happened with this new Wolfsar

omg, for most fans around my age (or at least people I know), Sirius was the complete portrayal of a bad boy- a rebel, with boots, tattoos, a leather jacket, and a fucking motorcycle. so this new Sirius is like a stranger to me, and that's okay. Mein issue is kinda with this new Remus T T my beloved .

They (the fans I was talking with) told me Remus is "tall, so handsome, SO strong, and hot-headed person because,  yk he's a werewolf." I was like "hot headed? excuse me?" I tried to explain to them that Remus being a werewolf is a metaphor for illnesses like HIV, it's not some superpowery gift.  they didn't believe me, but then they literally looked me in the face and said, "Then why would Sirius like someone like him? He's poor, short, and ugly." I swear I wanted to cry right then and there.

What is this mindset that makes some people think that a person should be, Idk, hot and flawless to deserve to be loved? Yes I don't think Remus is tall and super hot and perfect and isn't it fine? and I am 100% sure he's so beautiful. not like Sirius ofc but he has this "warm, cozy, and soft" sort of beauty. and I don't think he was a coward (ok maybe he was a liitle) but I guess it's easier for us, humans, to take the worst or weakest moment of a character and amplify it until it defines them entirely. and omg I'm so sorry for my rant and my bad english. but once again thank you for your beautiful soul <3 thank you

Hi anon! I, too, am baffled by the recent obsession with Regulus in this fandom. I think Jegulus is fine as a crack ship, but it has become so mainstream that many fans have just gone ahead and canonized it to the point that you'll be vilified for not accepting it as canon. I underestimated how popular the "best friend's brother" trope was, apparently. I also think it appeals to many fans as a Marauders Era version of one of the most popular ships of all time, Drarry.

This new version of Wolfstar is my biggest complaint with today's fandom, too! I get that the Marauders have very limited canon information and therefore we have more creative freedom to flesh them out, but I really believe that it has gone way too far. Sirius and Remus in today's fandom don't bear any resemblance to the characters they're based on. Remus is just a generic alpha werewolf OC and Sirius is his generic himbo femboy love interest OC. They don't even share a physical description with their Canon counterparts, and their personalities and character traits are so far removed that I can't even fathom how we reached this point as a fandom. How can you claim to like these characters if you have to change everything the source material says about them?

You're English is great, by the way! I completely agree that Remus has a cozy-and-warm sort of beauty. He made a point to distance himself from the stigma surrounding Lycanthropy because it was the focal point of his shame and self-loathing. And I just adore Wolfstar's dynamic from this lens, with the intimidatingly beautiful, confident, headstrong Sirius Black, who could have his pick of anyone he wants, choosing this ordinary guy because he's cozy and soft and it's exactly what Sirius wants after surviving the harsh ideals and abuse of House Black.

[fantomette22]

Hello there! ^-^

It has been a while since I sent an ask but I miss your beautiful Gehrman drawings and posts

I was wondering if you had any ideas on who Mr. Gehrman’s parents were?

Hope you are well

Smiley anon!!!! :D Always a pleasure to see you're still around! Thank you for the great compliment 🥺 And I hope you are doing well too!

Yeah you are right I need to draw our scythe boy man more !

For real I really want & need to draw him more but I have lot to do as well and either don't managed to find the time or don't know what to do... still I managed to draw him a couple of time this year already so that's cool!

Anyway about his family! I'm glad you ask! I still haven't ALL the details (such as names I'm bad with names) but I do have a timeline of events and a couple of more precise ideas. (not gonna share everything here)

I really wanted to draw him and his family since a while as well but never got the occasion before, so thank you!

And it’s one more picture drawn from the old workshop! (Yeah one day i will draw all my headcanons of the photographies of the old workshop. It’s one of them. I like to think at least one is from his family).

Now, for me his parents are more in OC- Original Characters territory. And I headcanon he got a little sister (around 4+ year younger than him. Born the same year as Laurence. You see what I did here 👀).

They’re a pretty basic XIX/19th century working class-farmer family really. But I mean we're in bloodborne world so with chance, the level of life is a bit better (especially in education) than in real life. So yeah I imagined at the beginning he came from maybe a farmer family living in periphery of Yharnam or Hemwick when he was a child. With his parent, sister, + grandparents, cousins of his parents & his aunt ( a badass lady!) near. Thanks to his family & parents, Gehrman learnt almost everything he needed in life (work, repairing things & craft, surviving skills, hunt, cook, sew etc). I also like the idea that he could have foreign origin from either one of his parents or his grandparents at least. (But compared to Laurence who have half foreign origin too mr hunter actually inherit the tall genes compared to his friend XD)

The only thing missing would be a thirst for knowledge and he only had books & museum (& maybe a bit school too) to help it. Until well Byrgenwerth.

Also Gehrman was quite an unusual kid compared to his peer and that sometimes did worried his parents. Either he got interests far from kid his age or he was straight up out of the norm. (pretty oblivious he liked typical girl toys for exemple but was kind of a loner too. But also mean, one day they found a hurt bird on the ground. And the first thought the kid had was to mercy kills it... instead of just idk letting it here let nature do it's work... well in the end they took the bird in and heal it until it could fly again👍)

But he did fantastic things as well and they are very proud of him for that! He found huge meteorite in a field one day, he saved his dad life (kinda drama too), he killed a sick & dangerous wolf who was attacking cattle and almost lost his leg! No not because of the wolf but because of a trap... yeah he got hurt way too much on his right leg way before losing it...

Then I guess the mom passed away?? And his dad, sister and him moved to Yharnam, when he was a teenager. So yeah not always easy and even if his father probably tried hard at first, the more time pass the more he kinda suck. That lead to lot of yelling and almost fighting between the two men. (thanks god the sister was there🙏 yeah crying if not getting mad at them usually calm them both very efficiently). His father except his kids to basically take care of things at the house and that everything should ready when he's almost never here to help. And when he is, he's generally not in a good mood. So yeah I thunk he missed his mom (and aunt too) quite a lot...she was very nice and very kind and he misses her presence for sure.

Wen he got his majority or close to it, the big epidemic strike and his sister sadly passed away from it... it brokes him, nothing hold him back anymore so he leaved from his dad's and went to find some work. Still, a bit later they did reconcile! You know typical father/son activity! Like hm hunting...

Then I guess his dad passed away?? Yeah it's not very clear for me either maybe he could still be around, but I know that he ended all alone at some point and Gehrman got sick. He went to get heal at Byrgenwerth but they had to cut his leg to save him. Then he leave the region for a couple of years before coming back to study at Byrgenwerth!

I don't have precise names as well. I'm bad to choose them and it's not like I absolutely need them either. Still, on my list of names for OC I might had a few that could work. Hm ok I actually might have a more precise idea for his father. I think it would be very very funny if his father's name is like Herman or a name very similar to his own just for the following exchange :

"Oh that's your dad's name ? I see... he must have been very inspired to name you when you were born then 🤣"

Gehrman : Actually my parents named me after the legend of this guy but ok I guess 😑

OH I ALMOST FORGOT TOO!!!

but a few months ago i came across this beautiful painting! And immediately it made me thought of Gehrman or his parents back then! Either Gehrman in a very specific AU of mine hehe but i think it could also just illustrate his parents 🥺

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In the end you are right too. I should share more ideas / thoughts and headcanons on him as well when I find the time. The ones I could probably never wrote in a proper story so better draw + write some posts about it (such as : conflict with Laurence + with everyone + his grief after Maria passed away ; I swear I'm gonna draw him with his dog I SWEAR it's on my wip list ; I finally got an idea for an halloween costume for him 3 months after halloween 💀 ; hm 🤔 idk some lil shenanigans with the others too; how he got his red scarf 🧣 ; ah and more time while as a student supporting Laurence bullshit or encouraging him).

Thank you again smiley anon, I know I can always count on you! I hope it answer your question, there's a lot of mixt ideas. I'm curious about your ideas as well on our dear mister Gehrman! If, idk one day you wanna share or talk about it more (even on private). It will be my pleasure!

[velvette3]

(3/29/24)

Why do I feel sad for no reason sometimes? It’s like a sick fuckin joke I swear. Today was such a great and productive day too! My boyfriend is as loving as ever, and he even bought me something! My OC got drawn by someone else so wonderfully and I couldn’t even do her justice w/ her of design! That art is just amazing and beautiful, and it makes me happy!

But yet I feel so sad, like I’m missing something. Maybe it’s just the lingering of my great grandma passing a few months back, but I don’t think so.

My birthday is coming up, I’m excited. I really am, I know for sure at least one thing that is on its way! First time in a few years that I’m excited for my birthday, honestly.

But I just feel sad. Idk, kinda worthless? I love helping people but damnit just seeing those around me struggling, and me not knowing how to help. It’s killing me I think. I’m just glad these are staying in drafts (unless I decide in a half asleep haze to actually post this fuck shit)

I just wanna help people so bad but I’m not able to yet. It’s killing me. I want to help people, I do and helping people makes me so, so happy! It’s what kept me going for a long time. But for that majority of this year, I haven’t been able to help people, and time has gone by too quick. Way too quick. It’s killing me, knowing how fast time is going and how little time I have left in a relaxing life. How little time I may have with people I love. My grandmother on my father’s side isn’t even 20 years younger than the great grandma I lost this year. I’m so scared to lose my Grandma J. I don’t know what I’ll do, and it’s going to be hard once she’s gone, especially when I visit my father.

It’s even worse when there is so much I can’t say to her, and how often I hear her say horrifying things.

I can’t tell her I’m Ace Pan-romantic because she’s Christian, and she talks about death and heaven so casually. I don’t know what’s gonna happen and I’m so, so scared.

So much is just there, and I’m losing so much time. I can’t help people like I want to because I don’t have the time, I can’t spend time with those I love because of how much shit I have to do with my schooling and freaking out about my future (even though it’s already here almost).

Another year I’ve wasted almost, and it’s just moving too quick.

The few things I’m grateful for in this though, are a few people, and my own stubbornness. My boyfriend, god I love him so much. I haven’t said it to him yet, no with the language we speak (English) and I don’t know why. Maybe I’m scared. But I do love him so much. My older brother, E. He’s been there since day one and is so supportive of me. May he be happy in his relationship as it is for him! I love those two shithead so much, and I can’t wait to see my brother again soon, and my boyfriend Just tomorrow maybe!

And my own stubbornness. It’s been almost (at midnight it will be) 191 days since I intentionally self harmed

^ that was the math for months. I am halfway to my head long goal of no self harm, and that has kept me going as well. My stubborn self, whenever I think of self harming, practically on the verge of just doing it, I say I can’t. I’ll be crying and weeping, wishing for pain, but I still can’t bring myself to do it because I promised myself I’d go a year AT LEAST. It’s kept me from giving in, thank god.

But I don’t know, with all of this, even with those few people, if I can do it. I came so close, so so close to giving into the thoughts and shit recently. I’m starting to scare myself. I don’t know what I’m doing, and it’s killing me. Ever since my third grade years, I was horrible when it came to control. That’s when my self harm started, in third fucking grade because I thought I could’ve preventing certain things from happening, had I tried harder. Ever since then I’ve been so hard on myself but FUCK I need to, I deserve it because I’ve let people down so many times, I’ve disappointed so many people so much.

But I dunno. I dunno why I’m so sad when today was so good for me (3/29/24)

I dunno anymore, I just want to help people so bad, I want time to slow down. I want to feel whole. Helping people helps me, and my mentality, so much. But I don’t have the time to help others anymore and it’s so hard to find people to help when everyone has such outta wack time zones.

(3/30/24)

Time is passing too quick and it’s terrifying. On top of that, I’m so scared that if I mess up in my schooling (online schooling anyways) that my parents will call me outta the blue and yell and shit. I remember very vividly back in middle school how I got like, 2-4 states mixed up on my US states quiz that I cried. I cried so hard, fearing that my mother would be angry over a topic I should know well since this is the very country we live in. Thankfully, she wasn’t.

As of now, the grades I’m getting are decent. All A’s, all year round. But I’m struggling in my Spanish. Sure, they may have been more positive about my grades here recently because of the fact that I’m towards the top of my class, but that’s not the point.

Then being happy about it sometimes makes it worse. I fear if I slip even the slightest, their expectations, if I fail them, they’ll be angry again.

I’m so scared to impress them, that I’m making it harder for me because I do so well. I know I do decently, but because of the fact that I rarely mess up, the times that I do, are impactful.

It’s awful, really. I should be happy about my success but it’s just giving me hella anxiety.

I guess this is just a journal now? Meh, it might as well be. Drafts stay drafts, after all.

(Yeah I think this is draft #16?)

[godsfavdarling]

chapter 23

pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!oc

summary: Molly gets bad news about Spencer.

list of chapters, also available on wattpad and Ao3, my masterlist

warnings: just sad. prison arc!

words: 1,5k

Dear Spencer,

I hope this letter finds you well and in good spirits. There are so many things I want to share with you, and though I wish I could say them in person, I hope this letter will suffice for now.

First and foremost, I want you to know that Diana is doing great. She's in good health and spirits, and we've been spending a lot of time together. 

Cassie, the nurse, has been a wonderful companion, and we've grown quite close. It's been comforting to have your mom here, especially during the times when I miss you the most.

Work has been keeping me busy as usual. My students are a joy to teach, as always, and they never fail to put a smile on my face. 

Speaking of work, Sarah finally moved closer to her family as she's expecting a baby. It's been bittersweet saying goodbye to her, but I'm happy for her and her husband.

In my free time, I've been experimenting with new recipes in the kitchen. You'd be proud to know that I've been cooking up a storm, trying out different dishes and perfecting old favorites. I bring them to Diana as often as I can.

And there's exciting news on another front - Henry and I have been spending more time together, playing the piano. He's been making tremendous progress! We've even started tackling some more challenging pieces, and I must say, our duets are becoming quite impressive!

Do you remember that beautiful day we spent at the beach when we first started dating, the warmth of the sun on our skin and the sound of the waves crashing against the shore? It was one of those moments that felt like time stood still, and all that mattered was you and I.

I wish you could be here with me, holding my hand. But until then, please know that you are always in my thoughts and prayers. I miss you more than words can express, and I long for the day when we can be together again.

Sending all my love and warmest wishes,

Molly

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Even though Spencer refused to see Molly, she didn't give up on writing him letters every day. Each evening, she would sit down with pen and paper, pouring her heart out onto the page. She wrote about her day, the mundane details of work, and the small joys she found in everyday life.

She reminisced about their memories together, asking him if he remembered certain moments and trying to paint vivid descriptions of the days they shared or the holidays they celebrated. She knew Spencer could remember everything, but she hoped that reliving these memories through her words would bring him some comfort.

Despite the turmoil she faced, Molly made a conscious effort to keep her letters positive. Only the good things, omitting her own struggles—the nights spent crying and the sleepless hours plagued by nightmares.

Instead, she focused on the books she was reading, the movies she watched, and the weather outside her window. She wrote about Diana. Anything pleasant that surrounded her found its way onto those pages, her attempt to bring a ray of sunshine into Spencer's now dark world.

One day, Molly decided to include a photo with her letter. It was a simple snapshot taken by Spencer during one of their vacations. 

In the picture, she was smiling at the camera, sitting in a chair at an outdoor cafe. She wore a flowing white summer dress, her hair naturally curled and dancing in the wind. She hoped that the image would bring some warmth and comfort to Spencer, a reminder of happier times and their love.

Moreover, Molly made a point to call every day a team member who was on visit duty, asking for details about Spencer's well-being and what they talked about during their visit. What was he saying? Is he okay?

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As JJ gingerly handed her the crayon drawing, Molly felt her heart swell with emotion. There they were, depicted in vibrant hues on the crisp white paper: Henry, with his infectious smile and wild imagination; Spencer, his gentle eyes filled with warmth and love; and herself, standing beside them, her hand intertwined with Spencer's as they stood beneath the shade of a towering oak tree.

Tears welled in Molly's eyes as she traced the lines of the drawing.

"It's beautiful," Molly murmured, her voice thick with emotion as she looked up at JJ, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "Thank you for showing me this."

JJ smiled softly, her gaze filled with understanding. "He's quite the artist, isn't he?"

Molly nodded, a small smile gracing her lips as she wiped away a stray tear. "He really is."

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Molly was sitting at the table, lost in thought. It was Saturday, and later she was going to spend some time with Diana. She sat with her cup of tea when she heard a knock at the door. Peering through the peephole, she saw Garcia.

"Hey," Molly greeted, opening the door and letting her in.

"Hi, honey," Garcia responded, her expression filled with worry.

"What happened?" Molly inquired, concerned as she let Garcia in.

Garcia let out a sigh as she sank onto the couch.

"Penelope... What happened?"

At that moment, tears welled up in Garcia's eyes, and her usually bubbly personality seemed to vanish.

"Didn't you go see Reid today?" Molly asked.

"Yeah, I did," Garcia replied, feeling a sense of unease creeping over her.

"What's wrong? Is he okay?" Molly pressed, her concern growing.

"Molly..." Garcia began, her voice wavering.

"Please just tell me. I feel like nobody is telling me anything. I just want to help," Molly pleaded, her anxiety mounting.

"He's hurt," Garcia finally revealed, her words heavy with sorrow.

"Hurt?" Molly repeated, her heart sinking.

"Yeah... pretty badly... He got beat up," Garcia confirmed, her voice filled with anguish.

Molly's stomach churned, and she dropped onto the couch, feeling overwhelmed by a rush of emotions.

"I already talked to Luke, because I was about to go to the warden's office. Spencer should be in protective custody..." Garcia explained.

"He's not in protective custody?" Molly interrupted, her voice filled with disbelief.

Molly's heart plummeted like a stone, the weight of the news settling heavily in her chest. It felt as though a physical blow had knocked the breath from her lungs, leaving her gasping for air amidst the suffocating sense of disbelief.

"No, he wasn't at least. Luke said he's going to take care of it and do something," Garcia reassured, her voice tinged with concern.

But Garcia's attempt at reassurance offered little comfort in the face of such dire news. Molly could see the worry etched in her friend's expression. The overwhelming sense of dread gripped her.

As Garcia reached out to embrace her, Molly felt like she was drowning in a sea of despair. The weight of the situation bore down on her, threatening to crush her beneath its unbearable burden.

Tears streamed down Molly's cheeks. Each tear that fell deepened her heartache, a raw pain gnawing at her insides.

Unable to find the words to express her anguish, Molly buried her face in her hands, her sobs muffled against her palms.

Garcia's attempt at comfort was met with a silent, desperate embrace. "I'm so sorry, Molly. But Spencer is strong. He's going to be okay," Garcia murmured softly.

Despite Garcia's words, Molly couldn't shake the sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. It wasn't just about whether Spencer would physically survive this ordeal—it was about the toll it would take on his spirit.

Even if Spencer emerged physically unscathed and regained his freedom, Molly knew deep down that he would never be the same. 

The scars left by this harrowing experience would penetrate his soul, forever altering the fabric of his being.

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In the ensuing weeks, the torrent of misfortune continued to pour down upon them.

It was weeks later when Molly learned from the team that one of Spencer's friends had been brutally murdered right in front of him. The news hit her like a sledgehammer to the chest, leaving her reeling with shock and disbelief.

She couldn't comprehend why they had kept this information from her for so long. It wasn't as if she could change what had happened; all she wanted was to be kept in the loop, to share in the burden of knowledge. Yet, even that small solace was denied to her.

As the days dragged on with no breakthroughs in the hunt for Scratch, Molly felt her hope dwindling with each passing moment. Every day seemed to bring new challenges and fresh heartache, leaving her feeling utterly powerless in the face of adversity. 

The weight of uncertainty bore down on her shoulders like a leaden mantle, threatening to crush her beneath its oppressive burden.

Amidst the chaos and turmoil, there was one silver lining: Diana. Despite the storm raging outside, she remained a beacon of light and stability in Molly's life. Their bond grew stronger with each passing day, and the moments they spent together brought a sense of peace and tranquility amidst the chaos.

Yet, even in the midst of their moments of respite, Molly couldn't shake the haunting image of Spencer's fear-stricken face from her mind. 

He rarely admitted when he was scared, preferring to bear the weight of his burdens alone. But to Molly, he had always been willing to show his vulnerabilities, to seek solace in her embrace. 

She knew how much he despised feeling helpless and dependent, and the thought of him enduring such torment tore at her heartstrings.

[alicenpai]

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anime north 2023 con report

finally posting this - thank you to everyone for a wonderful anime north!! \o/ this con prep season was the longest ive ever prepped for a con, and i think it was the busiest con for me ever. it makes me so happy to see people taking my art home!! 😭

so thank you for coming by anime north and chatting and supporting me! and thank you esp to the people who came by gifting their own merch?!??? - either fanart or ocs?! and im honored to see your beautiful ocs?!?? what the hell you guys are the GOAT thank you all 🥹🥹

it was so busy that i wish i had time to walk around & talk to other artists! i really wanted to get dango and onigiri at the delta too.. didnt really get time to eat so im sorry if you saw me shove 10 timbits in my mouth at the end of the con. yes i really did that .

throughout the con i kept saying "he just like me.. HE JUST LIKE ME FR!!!!!!!" every 5 seconds like an NPC. im sorry if you had to hear that more than once.

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i wasn't able to post my con catalogue for AN on tumblr and instagram... i was so busy.. dying... maybe if i do other cons this summer ill post something similar. i had a lot of new stuff this year so formatting it was rough haha. here it is! more thoughts under the cut (bc this report really is more for me, but maybe someone can find something useful)

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this is more for me honestly, so it will be really long. but i'm sharing it in case it may be helpful for others. i find that i'm always looking back at my old con reports, so typing out all of my thoughts are really useful to me. overall a great con, fellow artists and customers alike really inspire me to do better in my art.

comparisons to last year: (since i didn't end up making a con report last year!!!!!)

location: the artist alley layout was huge, and im really happy there are a lot more newcomers to the con scene. i know how much my first con experience meant to me, so i want others to join in on the fun! i don't know how the artist alley staff managed to fit so many artists in the building now! we got placed in a corner where there was a lot of breathing room, and a lot of traffic. i got lost a few times (didn't actually have time to walk around, but you know, it was to get in and out of the con centre and to the washroom/water station) because the amount of tables was overwhelming however, and the layout was super confusing. however i didn't feel as if there were any significant bottlenecks in traffic when i was taking some walk breaks.

commissions: last year it was still busy, but i still had some time to draw a handful of commissions. this year was a non stop barrage of customers! i think i may retire on the spot commissions at cons, just because ive always found it too stressful to draw right at the con, even if the traffic is slow. (and im lazy)

fandoms: last year i felt that it was... never so difficult to sell niche and old fandoms...? most people bought primarily 3 things from me at AN 2022, and not much else was touched. it was a struggle, and i even wondered if my art plateaued, if it wasn't good, if i should stop doing conventions altogether, at least for a little while. this year was so surprising with how much love there was for old and niche fandoms. two people from quebec came by and noticed the old fandoms and mentioned that if i was able to come to otakuthon, i should, people in mtl love nostalgia.. i'm gonna be honest otakuthon was pretty bad expenses-wise for me, but i heard it picked up since cons came back in 2022. it is a really beautiful city so mayhaps.. i will come for miss montreal.................

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and a separate section on the new merch i made:

the new sticker sheets i printed (one piece, baccano, breaking bad/better call saul) did so well! nts to add luffys scar bc apparently i forgot... ive seen this dumbass's face for hundreds of eps and yet i still forgot .

these are a far cry to the sticker sheets i designed in previous years. many sticker places restrict you on how many stickers you can place on a sheet due to spacing requirements... the more stickers you have + the closer they are, the higher the margin of error, which i understand is why many professional sticker printers have these restrictions in place.

the artists i worked with for my AN stickers are so genuinely nice and accommodating with my requests. I just went wild haha. the sheets with the most stickers are brba/bcs at 27 stickers and one piece at 32 stickers.

2021 (top) vs 2023 (bottom), the chara stickers on the new sheet are larger & 2x as many item stickers! the new design makes greater use of the space. my octopath 1 stickers are meant for planners but you could use it for anything!

in 2017 i could only realistically fit 6 ish stickers on a sheet (for vinyl, not cricut home printing) due to printing restrictions. these costed about $3.30 CAD per sheet from s/ticker/mule (not worth it for the price point AT ALL... but i wanted to try sheets for the first time)... and yes it's a tiny 4x7 as well. it was a hard sell for $7 in 2017. but im glad artists have been pricing them a bit higher + sheets have become much more customizable.

now on to charms:

i am so obsessed with this borderless charm look on the new charms... they look like candy... thank you guys for loving my new charms!! i tried out a new technique with designing charms. and im so happy with how they turned out. the charm manu was super accommodating and they are so much better than vograce who fucked up my order so bad in 2022 🤡👍

the soul eater charms from last year were kind of a precursor to this. last year i tried something a bit different than my usual with the transparent bgs, which require full bleed in the file setup, and that was already pretty new for me. i find that charm sales are usually pretty mid for me, so during the pandemic i took a soft break from making them, and i wanted to do research based on others' designs and really tried to improve my design sense. to me i want to design charms that aren't just a flat piece of artwork that gets printed, but something that utilizes the capabilities of the acrylic material it gets printed on 🤔

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fandoms/merch types i want to try next time i table:

more soul eater? it's one of my favourite animes and im very happy for the soul eater love this year. my partner kept selling out of her soul eater prints even though it was her first time tabling!

fma! ive been rereading AND rewatching it lately. it's one of my top 5 anime of all time so me drawing anything for it is a struggle, the bar is set so high. i never end up having the time or ideas to draw anything for it (and the aesthetics are very different from my usual taste)

shadows house has been one of my favorites recently!

dungeon meshi, the print i made was back in 2018 and i think it's time to retire it! it sold out at AN, thank you! with the way the story has developed in the last 5 years, i really want to draw something new for it if i can.

blue period needs more love!

golden kamuy.....

and many more.....

i also want to try mini prints maybe...

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administrative stuff:

next time before the con, i definitely need an organized chart i print out before the con so im not.. literally writing down each transaction... 🧍‍♀️

clamps...?

possibly new display? grids even with plastic panels are heavy... and they can be a pain to put up. this AN we had our neighbors and good friends @nappotuna & @stripeyworm helping us put the grids up, they did an absolute speedy banger job! but it might have taken way longer without 4 hands on the grid work.

if we had used tape to hold our prints up as well who knows how long it would have taken. we used magnets, apparently a lot of people were using them at TCAF. they were so easy to put up and adjustable. *jesse pinkman voice* MAGNETS, BITCH!!!!!!!

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merch i may shelve/do less of:

i really appreciate when artists talk about these kind of things behind the scenes... when products do well, when others dont, products w surprising responses, the factors that we think affect sales... the hard truth is that not everything sells, just bc the art is good =/= good sales, etc etc.

lately ive found it so fun to design sticker sheets over individual die cut stickers!! i understand now why some people only specialize in stickers!! it's also such a pain to stock individual characters and have greatly varying levels, bc of customer interest, and bc of how printing stickers works, you often get extras of random characters due to overflow 😭.. like at some point I had 7 jeannes and like only 1 of the other vnc charas bc the printer had so many extras and she's arguably less popular HDHFJSJHDJS anyways, i think i'll probably do less die cut individual stickers for my next con...

anything old that i only have 1 or a few copies left (meaning i won't reprint) i may not have for display anymore bc of space concerns... before my next con ill just post them on social media to have people claim them!

i may want to do less 3" charms in the future...? theyre a hard sell online prob bc i cant really do deals (i could but id have to be checking the stock every few hours which is not ideal), but they do a lot better in person due to deals.

it's been fun to try specialty products (I've tried scrunchies, stamps, pouches, microfiber cloths, coasters, enamel pins), but i... find they dont sell well for me... maybe my art doesnt have that wide mainstream nostalgic merch type appeal idk... maybe im just not good at designing or advertising them wahahaha. (specialty charms are still charms and i wouldn't necessary consider them a part of this)

my jojo buttons were really popular at anime north 2019 and fan expo 2019, but when the part 5 anime concluded, i noticed that interest for the interest completely moved on 😭 (or it's possible that everyone who was interested bought the buttons already?). part 6 anime didn't rejuvenate the same level of interest. it was a struggle to sell even more than a handful of these at each AN 2022 and 2023. right now they're taking up a lot of space in my con luggage that i'd prefer for newer, better art. i still love the art i did, but unfortunately, i think ill give them a go if i get into otakuthon (and maybe fanexpo too), then it'll be time to retire the jojo buttons. sometimes fandoms come and go so fast, and it's difficult to keep old merch around when they don't have any more interest and when they're occupying a lot of space.

my banana fish lollipop charms do not sell well, and i only sold 5 of them in a 3 year period, across cons and my shop. i created a bargain bin at AN, and it really helped me get rid of old things! unfortunately even in the bargain bin i could not sell a single one of the banana fish charms. maybe it's the art that's not appealing, the characters aren't recognizable, the price point for a lollipop charm was too high, i wasn't hitting the right audience, the market was slow around the time, even when it was included in my promo post... etc. these lollipops were my first time making specialty charms. unfortunately i think that's the last time making lollipop charms, and about time to recycle these charms, so that i have space for fresher and better art!

other thoughts moving on:

maybe go back to simplifying my art a lot more... if i keep making drawings like my great ace attorney tarot + zine, witch hat atelier print, and pandora hearts print, then id not only take 1 month per illustration, id also be destroying my arm 😭 i stopped stylizing my art in 2021 bc i found that my art was getting sloppy in 2020 + i was really struggling in life drawing in school. i needed to buckle down and be more conscientious when drawing poses, learning anatomy and structure... and bc getting back into anime in 2021 really helped me cope with the isolation of the lockdown, so that had a huge influence on my style. but bc of that i think it just took longer and longer to make illustrations and that's something i no longer really wish for.

i really like the period of my art in 2017 with a lot of my persona 4/5 art bc it still has structure even though it's simplified... and the style in my zelda icon... mayhaps experiment a bit more this summer if i can...

[ashiemochi]

anubussy - xii (ii)

✠ Anubussy ↳ sorry, i don't want your touch ↳↳ it's not that i don't want you

➶ pairing: OC x Leon S(exy) Kennedy. ➶ genre: fluff, more angst, gore, longer smut/suggestive themes ➶ word count: no

NOTE: ✠ = time skip ✠✠ = switching povs/characters

Rose Guidry belongs to @the-resident-vampire!!

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Speeches time was – if not – the one thing So Ah was worried about; and not in a bad way. She really didn’t want to test the limits of her mascara.

Chris, surprisingly, had a speech prepared but he didn’t write it down. He started out simple and lighthearted, ending it with a little inside joke. The guests laughed but those who knew shared looks whilst muffling their snickers.

“First, I’d like to congratulate my two dear friends – actually, only one. I don’t know about Leon, he smells weird. I’m only kidding. Congratulations you two. The venue is really beautiful and judging from the plants and the artistic themes, I think we all know who did most of the decor choices. Lastly, Leon, hope you’re ready for the chase of your life. Cheers.”

Then was ChoHee who actually brought a small piece of paper with her. Her speech was a bit longer but sweet to the newlyweds. Of course, a best friend wasn’t a best friend without some playful jokes.

“I’m surprised So Ah got to marry first – and now I owe her dinner at Congdu. I remember the first time she told me about Leon, and something in me knew that she was already head over heels for him. When I met him, I just thought to myself ‘it’s gotta be that goddamn hair’. I love you, So Ah. Sharing my bento with you was the best decision I’ve ever made. And Leon, take care of her or I’m getting the scissors. Cheers!”

Michael went third and Jaehyun instantly gave So Ah a good luck look, reminding her that their dad truly had not a single emotion in his bone. He was always the stoic kind and straight to business. Sugarcoating was not his forte.

“Thank you all for attending my daughter’s and my now son-in-law’s wedding. As some of you may know about the incident several years ago, he was the one who kept her safe throughout it all. My family’s safety was my top priority too, so it felt good to see that he thought the same. If it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t know what I would’ve done if something were to have happened to my dear So Ah. So, congratulations and welcome to the family, Leon Kennedy.”

Okay, Jaehyun looked surprised, earning a faint giggle from the bride at his face. Leon had nudged So Ah’s shoulder with his, grinning as he gently tapped his wine glass with hers. 

Lastly was Sena. How So Ah felt after she was done didn’t need to be said. 

“This might be a little long, so please, forgive me – but I’m not truly sorry. It seems like yesterday where So Ah was just a little girl drawing how she’d wish her wedding to be with her little Prince Charming. And now, it’s all come true because Leon’s here to treat her like the princess she is.”

“You have no idea how utterly proud I am of you for being so strong and so kind – and know that Minji would’ve been just as proud, if not more. I only wish I would’ve been there for you more when you were young as I feel I have missed watching you grow into the woman you are right now. To my eyes, you’ll always be my baby. My sweet little Soo. Here’s to Leon and So Ah, wishing nothing but the most beautiful days for you two.”

Leon comforted So Ah when she started crying a little, rubbing her back and tugging her close to kiss her temple. 

And that concluded the speeches.

✠

It was time for their first dance – So Ah was about to vomit as Leon was fixing his suit whilst the DJ started the next song.

“I don’t think I can dance, Leon.” She whispered to him, catching his attention, “It’s difficult with the heels on.”

Leon glanced down then at her, pushing his chair back “So, take them off.”

Her eyes widened a bit, clearly shocked, “What?”

“It’s not like anyone would notice with your dress being that long.” Leon pointed out with a chuckle.

Her blush was soft as she rubbed her arm, admitting, “I never really learned how to slow dance.”

A gentle smile reached his lips as he stood up, offering his hand, “Just follow my lead.”

She set her hand on his and Leon caught her legs shuffling a bit underneath her dress. When she stood up, she was noticeably shorter before she got on her tiptoes to make it seem she was still wearing them. God was she too endearing. 

The lights had dimmed down, leaving the soft glow only on the dance floor when he led her to the centre of it. The floors felt cold beneath her toes but it slipped her mind when Leon stood in front of her.

With the hand he was leading her, he put it on his shoulder before grabbing her other. His free hand went to her waist, slowly moving her and himself to the melodic song. With his azures on her, hers were on the ground at his feet. 

Faint gasps would escape through her parted lips when she’d accidentally misstep, earning a small laugh from her husband. Leon tugged her close, his hand sliding down to the small of her back whilst caressing her other hand to calm her down.

“What’s wrong?” He asked lowly, his lips brushing her forehead as he spoke.

“I don’t want to mess this up…” She answered, swallowing thickly when she let her eyes dart to the guests, “They’re all watching.”

“Let them watch. You?” Leon released her waist to tilt her chin up with his two fingers, gazing into her eyes, “Keep your eyes on me. Watch me.”

With the lights dimmed, it was only them in the room. 

This all felt like one big dream. Leon never truly thought he’d find someone to settle down with. Chasing after a woman on the run for years was draining him. On any other day, he would’ve enjoyed the chase but with no end game, it bugged him. With the endless assignments from his division to the constant paranoia about any sudden outbreaks, he fully believed that was his whole life.

But then he saw her. 

A certain sunny day in August was all it took to weaken his walls. It was still fresh in his memory, seeing her standing on her lawn with her potted plant and an anxious but excited smile on her face. 

A couple of days later, he counted the constellation of stars adorning her cheeks and nose bridge ever so faintly. Under the pale lights of that neighbourhood, his heart was stolen before he could even realize it. 

It took months to break his walls down but honestly, maybe they were already crumbling for her. Days and days later, she entered his bubble, soaked to the bone from the rain storm. It was unintentional, but since then, Leon was more than willing to pull her soso close till there was no space in between.

He was in denial for the longest time, filled with guilt of lost opportunities when she slipped through his fingers into the endless void. Seeing her again spread something hot throughout his chest. Kissing her for the first time was forever embedded into his core memory. 

The girl he met on that day was finally his, and his only. He was never planning on letting that go.

The Han brother narrowed his eyes a little at the dancing couple before leaning towards his tearful mother, muttering, “Is it just me or did she get shorter?”

Sena blinked at him from behind her napkin, looking back at So Ah. She was clearly shorter than her previous height. 

“That girl,” She groaned, shaking her head, “She must’ve taken off her heels again.”

Jaehyun snickered, taking a sip of his wine with a subtle shrug, “She never liked them anyway.”

“It’s fine, my dear.” Michael grasped Sena’s hand, patting it gently with a tender look, “She still looks like our pretty little angel.

Jaehyun tore his eyes away from his parents and to his side at the empty chair. Despite it being a long while since she was gone, the Hans couldn’t help but reserve an extra chair. It was where Minji was supposed to sit. 

A sad smile reached his lips, his heart hurting at the realization that she wasn’t around to witness the wedding. Without his eldest sister around, who he was supposed to make jokes to about the event?

He could only pray and hope that she was in a much better place – but in his own selfish ways, he preferred her with the family.

Back to the main show, So Ah gazed up at Leon with such adoration that her pupils would’ve dilated into hearts and comical pink bubbly hearts popped above her head. 

Leon grinned down at her, releasing her hand to set it on her waist. With both hands, he lifted her up, twirling them around. A gasp of surprise emitted from her when her feet were no longer touching the ground. Her hands shot to his shoulders, giggling childishly at being up in the air. 

By the time he set her down, the song had ended and Leon pulled her close to kiss her deeply – distracting her from the applause from the guests. 

Piers grumbled, giving Chris twenty dollars reluctantly, “I didn’t know he’d be that extra.”

Chris took the money with a tilted smile, “It’s his wedding, what did you expect?”

So Ah pulled away from the kiss with a soft smile, “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Leon returned the smile, brushing her strand of hair behind her ear.

“You surprised me.”

“With that spin at the end?”

“Yeah, but the music too,” She giggled, “I didn’t know you knew some slow songs. I fully assumed Backstreet Boys or something.”

Leon shrugged with a tick of his head, a cheeky grin coming to his lips as he nodded at the DJ, “Well…”

So Ah blinked at the new but familiar music playing, giving Leon an incredulous look, “You didn’t.”

Backstreet’s back, alright!

Leon tugged her close, winking at her as several guests got out of their seats to join the dance floor, “Oh, but I did.”

✠

“Hey, Leon! So Ah!”

Leon looked away from his wife who was tugging and fixing the plants on their table where the eaten cake was. She followed suit, turning to find Chris approaching them with a gorgeous girl in hand.

“I’d like you to meet someone. This is Rose.” Chris introduced the girl who already had a gentle smile on her lips.

Her brown hair was neatly curled and pulled over to her shoulder. The dress she wore was a pretty lilac colour with low and sheer sleeves, ending on a sweetheart neckline. It was long, draping over her form just perfectly.

“Nice to meet you.” Leon shook her hand with a kind smile. 

So Ah went second, a timid look on her face as she was always shy about meeting new people, “Hi, it’s nice to meet you.”

Her eyes snapped to the gorgeous silver ring around her finger with a beautiful green gem in the middle. It took her mind a couple of seconds when she connected the dots, finding a similar ring band on Chris’ finger.

“It’s nice to meet both of you too, finally.” Rose nudged Chris’ side playfully, “He rarely lets me meet his friends.”

So Ah and Leon shared a look, knowing the other have noticed the rings. 

“I let you meet my friends,” Chris defended, “Just not these kinds of friends.”

Rose rolled her eyes, a faint smile on her face as she spoke, “He thinks it’ll keep me safe or whatnot – as if I don’t know what you do for a living.”

“The further away you are from this part of the world, the better.” Chris wrapped an arm around her waist with a tender look on his face.

“Say,” Leon cleared his throat, nodding his head at their hands, “Is there something you’re not telling us?”

The couple looked down at their rings in unison then at each other before Chris piped up, “We all gotta tie the knot in the end.”

“No way!” So Ah gasped, surprised, “When did you even do the wedding?!”

Chris barely shrugged, “Back in 2009. It was a small wedding within the family – we didn’t want it too big.”

His wife snorted, “Small wedding.”

He was never the kind to talk much about his personal life, so it didn’t come much of a shock to know that he was married. The fact he never showed it, even for just a second on any day, was what surprised her the most.

Rose showed her ring with a grin, “Goodbye, Rose Guidry and hello, Rose Redfield”

Another alarm rang in the Han girl’s head. She heard that name before; Guidry. It rang numerous bells at the memory. It was only one day when she was young – she had long forgotten about it.

“Wait… Guidry?” So Ah took a step forward, realization slowly washing over her, “We’ve met before, didn’t we?”

“Yeah, we did.” Rose answered, nodding as she laughed, “I was wondering when you were going to remember me.”

Leon furrowed his brows, “You two know each other?”

“Yeah!” So Ah beamed at the memory, “My parents initially wanted me to study in, uh… What was it called?” She turned to Rose for help.

“Georgetown University,” The girl added, “It’s in DC.”

“That’s it! My parents changed their mind and took me back to Seoul.” So Ah snapped her finger before letting out a happy sigh, “It’s been so long!”

“It’s a very beautiful university. It honestly made me a bit sad when you left.” Rose commented with a subtle pout, “What changed their mind? Should I have shown them around too?”

“Well…” So Ah trailed away with a nervous giggle, darting her eyes to Chris for a split second who only shook his head.

Okay, right.

“It was a family emergency, nothing serious.” She resorted to saying, hiding every single thing that had gone wrong.

Chris didn’t want Rose to be involved with the BOWs? Then he got it.

“Ah, well, it would’ve been fun.” Rose smiled, “I think you would’ve really liked it there – I could’ve shown you around town too!”

“Maybe next time,” So Ah laughed before leaning against Leon, earning a tilted grin and an arm around her waist, “We’ve got a trip planned in a few days and then it’s back to work.”

Rose blinked, “Oh? Where are you going?”

“Hawaii.” Leon answered, sighing as if exhausted, “Not by choice but she always wanted to visit it, so…”

“Hey! You came to me all excited first!”

“No, I didn’t.” Leon pinched her side playfully.

Chris gave Rose a knowing look, “Told you they’re like children.”

“I think it’s endearing!” Rose shot back and she faced So Ah, “We spent our honeymoon in this gorgeous cabin in Montana and he was in charge of chopping wood. Every day, I’d hear him whining about splinters. Every. Day.”

“I never whined. I was complaining.” Chris corrected. 

“Should’ve worn gloves.”

“I did.”

“Fingerless ones don’t do crap.”

So Ah gasped faintly, “That’s what I always tell Leon!”

As the two girls laughed, Chris and Leon looked at each other, almost exasperatedly. 

Chris sighed, his hand going to Rose’, “We’ll leave you two to your cake. I believe my wife owes me a dance.”

So Ah giggled, “It was nice to meet you again!”

“It was!” Rose exclaimed as Chris began pulling her away, “Congratulations on the beautiful wedding, by the way!”

Leon hummed as his wife waved at the woman, turning to So Ah, “I can’t decide whether I’ve met her before or maybe I’m a bit too tipsy.”

“Well, did you ever go to that uni?” So Ah asked, going back to pick up her drink from the table.

Leon thought about it, leaning one hand on the table with furrowed brows, “Maybe. I’ve been to a lot of places – but mostly for the DSO.”

So Ah blinked at him as she took a sip and he sighed, shaking his head and looking at the cake. With one finger, he scooped some of the whipped cream up and mindlessly stuck it into his mouth. All while she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the gesture.

It was strangely enticing. 

“Mmh, best dessert.” Leon smacked his lips with a smirk easing into his lips, having noticed her gaze, “Right after you.”

Her cheeks turned rosier, heat filling up her chest and lower stomach before she smacked his arm.

“Leon, behave!”

“Fine, I’ll save it till tonight.”

✠

A blur of red went past her peripheral vision, freezing the bride in her spot. The words from one of her family members went deaf to her ears, eyes finding Leon looking at her. He too saw the colour. While many of the guests could be wearing red, something about that shade was raising suspicions. 

“And then–”

“Excuse me,” So Ah interrupted with a polite smile, “Just for a moment.”

Picking up her dress, she basically skipped out of the venue – which was massive. She was vaguely aware of Leon following her as she stood out in the hallway, turning her head left and right. Again, she saw something red turn the corner and she followed it. The shining clean floors felt cold under her feet, having left her heels behind once again.

The breeze along with the calming scent of the garden surrounded her, grass tickling her skin once she stopped. 

So Ah breathed softly, her eyes widening slightly at the woman in front of her, “Ada?”

There she stood; the infamous lady in the red dress. The dark wine maxi gown would’ve made her stand out had she mingled with the guests. It featured a halter neckline with the side and back exposed, held up by thin straps. 

Of course, an Ada dress wasn’t an Ada dress without the long side split reaching her upper thighs. 

A tilted smile appeared across her redred lips, “Beautiful dress, Han – or should I say, Mrs Kennedy?”

The Han girl giggled bashfully, “Well… Still a Han if we’re talking about this country’s laws.”

Similarly to her parents, Sena didn’t change her surname and kept it Kim when she married Han Michael. Besides, it saved a lot of time with changing documents. 

Did So Ah have the choice to change her surname? Yeah.

But was she?

“Still,” Ada gave her a knowing look, “Feels freeing from Han, doesn’t it?”

She did think about it. Having spent most of her life in her home country, it was a little difficult to come to a decision. 

Leon jogged to a stop beside So Ah, brows already knitting in the middle, confused, “Ada? What are you doing here?”

Ada pulled out an invitation card from the pouch she had hidden under her dress’ split with a subtle pout, “I got invited though I’m feeling a bit sad to have missed the main event.”

Her sultry eyes turned to Leon’s, “Nice spinning at the end there.”

Leon scoffed, opening his mouth to retort but So Ah butted in, “Can you say longer? I’d love it if you could.”

Ada hummed thoughtfully, eyeing the fancy card and flipping it with her two fingers. It was clear she had already made her choice. 

“Hm, sorry, Han – I would but I’m on a tight schedule.” 

“Nothing that involves BOWs I hope?” Leon raised a brow, folding his arms against his chest.

He earned a chuckle but she didn’t answer. A rumbling sound seemed to grow louder and nearer and So Ah gasped under her breath at the helicopter showing up. She brought up her arm to shield her face from the rushing wind, feeling a hand press against the small of her back when she stumbled.

A ladder dropped down, swinging next to Ada and she grabbed onto it, climbing the first step. Leon narrowed his eyes at her under the wind.

“I’ve left a little gift in your room! I think you’ll love it,” Ada called out over the sound of the propellers, a sly grin on her lips, “See you around, you two!”

The helicopter went higher and away, leaving them behind. So Ah lowered her arm, staring up at the distant helicopter with a subtle not surprised tick of her head.

“She never changes, does she?” Leon shook his head with a huff.

“It would’ve been weird if she actually stayed.” The girl added.

They laughed together at that. So Ah trailed her eyes up at Leon with a curious look and he returned it. 

✠

The door to her room burst wide open, revealing a panting married couple. Right on the vanity was a small gift box with royal red wrapping and next to it was a potted plant with a similar coloured bow wrapped around it. 

So Ah walked up to her vanity first, gazing at the plant and picking it up gently to observe it up close. The smell of the fresh bunch of leaves eased her up. A certain memory made its way to her head, making her giggle at the small card attached to it; Leon.

“It’s for you.” She offered it to Leon who instantly recognized the plant, rolling his eyes.

“When is anyone gonna listen to me?” He grumbled, taking the potted Fittonia though his blues grew soft, “I’m not a plant person – especially for this dramatic kind.”

So Ah patted his shoulder with a giggle, “It’s the gesture that matters, Leon.”

She returned her attention to the box, carefully untying it as Leon stared at the plant with a suspicious look on his face. Once the wrapping fell off, she opened the lid and her eyes widened, freezing.

Leon noticed her tensing, looking at her then he darted his eyes down, “What is it?”

He set the plant aside when she reached inside to pull out the picture. It was taken at the Watergate Hotel gala; after six months of being apart. 

Her heart melted at how young both of them looked, standing next to each other for the photo. Leon had his arm around her waist, settling his hand on her hip with his usual cheeky smirk. The girl was leaning towards him with a softer smile, her cheeks tinted red at the close proximity and her hands holding onto a single lilac anemone. 

Back then, Leon not-so-sneakily took the flower out of the many assorted bouquets around and gave it to her.

A faint giggle emitted through her lips, truly thinking this photograph was long gone. Leon couldn’t help but smile, wrapping his arms around her torso from behind  His lips brushed the crown of her head. A gentle kiss.

“Maybe not all her gifts are strange.” Leon mumbled against her hair, his smile widening when he felt her lean against him and he moved his head so it was resting next to hers.

“Maybe.” She repeated as she reached for his arm to grasp onto him, flipping the picture around to see the writing on the back.

Transparency leads to intimacy in marriage, don’t you agree? X

In an instant, her whole body stilled and the picture almost slipped from her fingers. The tracker within her nape blinked at the indirect mention, sending her skin crawling with goosebumps. 

Leon leaned down a bit to read the text, scoffing in disbelief, “Yep. Never changes. Always so vague.”

She chuckled at that, setting the picture down as a feeble attempt to calm her nerves. There was barely a thing that can be hidden from Ada. She had sources anywhere and from anyone – of course, she knew about the chip.

So Ah may not trust her that much because really, you can never trust a Wong, but she trusted her enough to not say a word. Judging from the little message she left behind, she was leaving it up to the Han girl to clean up her own mess. 

She turned around to face Leon, hands reaching up to fix his tie, “Mhm, she’s as mysterious as one can get.”

Leon’s lips twitched, gazing down at her, “Penny for your thoughts?”

She blinked, looking up at him and smiled softly, “Just you, only you.”

Her hand felt delicate on his cheek and he found himself leaning against it, grasping her hand to keep it there. A lovelove glint was in his azures, making them seem bluer. 

“Funny, I can tell you what’s on my mind, but it’s better if I show it.” His voice dropped a tone, nodding his head at the circular beige couch.

Heat rushed to her cheeks as she grew flustered, catching on. Instead, she tilted her head to the side, “Uhm, I think it’s better if I show you later at home.”

It was his turn to be intrigued, asking, “Show me what?”

“What’s under this dress,” She mumbled, dusting away invisible dirt off of his blazer whilst attempting to be seductive, "You know how Minx's Body is."

His eyes boggled open, already darting down to her gown as if he'd see what was underneath. With her dress being off-shoulder, the only thing he could assume was that whatever was under didn't have straps.

A low groan came from him, narrowing his eyes a bit at her teasing, "Jesus Christ, sweetheart."

She laughed shyly under his intense gaze, glancing over at the clock on her vanity, "Only two more hours left."

Leon let out an exasperated grumble, "Could just send them home now–"

"Leon!" So Ah gasped, interrupting him but he continued.

"So I could have my way with you."

Did he have to be so blunt about it?

He wasn't even trying to be seductive but it was just tempting at this point. Still, she stood her ground.

"We won't end the reception early just because you're too excited to go home." She practically scolded, making him shrug lazily with an equally lazy smirk.

"Can't help it," His hands went down to her waist, pulling her close with his lips barely brushing hers, "You look goddamn stunning, did I ever tell you that?"

Her blushing intensified, her heart rattling at his not-so-subtle enticing ministration. A loving and timid smile reached her lips.

"Maybe like ten times." She whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck.

He chuckled lowly, nose bumping against hers as he maintained eye contact, "I'll keep saying it ten more times then."

Okay, he knew what he was doing. So Ah reluctantly pulled herself away from his arms, holding his hand instead when he reached out to her with a surprised look on his face.

"Later, Leon." She reminded, leading him out of the room before she'd do something that would embarrass her forever.

Leon scoffed light-heartedly, firming up his grasp on her hand, "You're gonna drive me crazy."

"Well, better get used to it." She cheekily shot back, looking at him over her shoulder, "We're married now."

Leon smiled toothily at this, "Yeah, we are."

He sped up to be next to her, pulling her hand up to plant a kiss on the ring. Her whole soul melted at the intimacy and the love in his blueblue eyes when he finished.

"Best decision of my life."

[theloveinc]

i don’t know whether to laugh or cry at how bad this ending is….. like nothing changed… hero society is the exact same…. also i’m confused as to why it took EIGHT YEARS after graduation for deku to be hero again….. also gran torino (& honestly most of the other heros) being alive while toga & shigaraki are dead feels so wrong to me lmao my expectations were low but good god… (ANYWAY HI GORGEOUS I LOVE YOU & I MISS YOU & I’M GOING TO GIVE SHINSO A HAIRCUT JUST FOR YOU MWAH)

-oc anon

oc anon I love you with my whole entire heart and brain, you are so right. EIGHT YEARS to become a hero again……….if that’s not the proof in the pudding about nothing changing, idk what the fuck is like… not even his friends wanted him on their teams? At their agencies? Like we have to be tripping balls this is ridiculously insane. And a whole (supposed) sequel to accomplish what. TEN YEARS IRL couldn’t get hori to write? I’m SICK. I’m UHEHSHUEURKFKNA . Disgusting !!!!!

And fucking soooo true about the league like. We didn’t even get to see any of their corpuses and yet… we’re supposed to believe a 95 year old outlived them? HORI IF THEYRE DEAD SAY IT WITH YOUR CHEST! bc the thing is… if he’s just using this as an opportunity to bring them back (even dabi and etc)… I’ll be even more mad. Which seems impossible considering the state I’m in now but. THIS IS FUCKING UNBEARABLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

God. I really have nothing nice to say except I’m glad we both agree. And that I LOVE U MISS U TOO BEAUTIFUL ALWAYS THINKING OF U FORVEWR and I appreciate u trying to fix him for me I hope Ibiza (and you) gets a new bae soon :( AINCE HORI IS KILLING HER OLD ONES

[dragons-and-dwarves-are-nice]

To the Shadows that Cry Witch /// Chapter 19

When I tell you I put my BACK into finishing this chapter. And a good two thirds of it I had to save for the next one because the word count was getting too long (compared to the rest - future chapters have been planned to be longer). So this one doesn't have much action except for the end, so enjoy some domesticity while we still can. Enjoy! <3

Summary: Magic was real, but it came at a price. So when two girls end up in the one place they never thought they could reach, strange things began to happen. Good or bad? That's up to them to find out.

Tags: Kili x oc/reader - Fili x oc (POV to be written soon) - Thorin's company × ocs/reader (platonic) - fluff - angst - EXTREME slow burn - crack - Bagginshield

Word Count: 7741

Warnings: Paranormal stuff, swearing, but pretty much nothing else.

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Part 2: Chapter 19 -

Beautiful new - BLOO - passport.

Remeant (Definition): Coming back; returning. (Adjective / Origin: Latin / ɹɪˈmiːənt )

Bag End, Hobbiton, The Shire – T.A. 25th October 2939 of the Third Age (1339 in Shire-reckoning)

I let out a grunt as my body landed on the mattress, my brows furrowing as I glared at the ceiling above me. I felt the mattress dip beside me as Kay flopped down face first, mushing her face into the duvet as she groaned, her soggy copper hair splaying out and hitting me in the face.

“I am so sick of these near-death experiences.” She whined.

“Tell me about it.” I replied, pulling a damp strand of her hair away from my eyes.

Her head turned towards me, displaying the prominent pout on her face. “I just wanted to live in a Hobbit movie, not a horror parody of one.”

All I could do was nod tiredly, feeling the fatigue creep up on me as I returned to staring at the ceiling.

I soon began to doze off, closing my eyes as the sound of Kay’s breathing drifted further away the deeper I fell into slumber. Though, that was all snatched away as the door swung open, and in marched a very fervent hobbit, a large bundle of creamy white material draped over his arm.

“Up! Up now you two!” We both groaned in unison, still very much half-asleep. “Can’t have you sleeping in a damp bed now!”

Sluggishly, we pushed ourselves up, Kay flopping onto my shoulder at some point as I helped shove her up.

Now standing, we stood before the hobbit, shivering as the chill from the window Bilbo had cracked open settled in, worsened by the dampness that had remained soaked in our shifts from the lake escapade earlier that night.

A sudden warmth filled my hands, and I looked down with droopy eyes to see part of the bundle Bilbo had brought in now laid there. I looked to see the other part in Kay’s hands as she lifted it up and began unfolding. I followed, shaking out the material to reveal a long dress with a semi-deep neckline and long puffy sleeves, both areas lined with soft white lace. Another piece rolled out, which I quickly snatched out the air to see it was a couple matching sets of very old-fashioned underwear.

“Mrs Greenfoot stopped again this evening to give you you’re night-gowns and undergarments.” He began explaining.

“We missed her?!?!” Kay exclaimed, dread settling on her face.

“Don’t worry!” Bilbo quickly intervened. “She knew these garments were loose-fitting enough for her to not need you to try them one first, and, I made sure to give her the gifts you made her-” he raised hands to keep us quiet, “– and before you ask, yes, she loved them.” We both settled, sighing in relief. “Now, go and put them on. And Kay?”

She spun around from where she was in the doorway. “Yeah?”

“I want you to stay in Kate’s room tonight. It’s closest to mine and she told me you’ve begun sleepwalking, so it saves me from walking to the other end of the house to keep an eye on you.”

She stood there, mouth slightly agape as she stared at Bilbo. Her eyes darted to me and narrowed, and I gave her the best ‘just go along with it’ look I could muster. Sighing, she nodded, and turned to walk to her room to get changed. Bilbo took that as a chance to whirl around on me.

“As for you,” he pointed a stern finger at me as I eyed him nervously, “I don’t want to hear any more requests for late night walks, I believe tonight and the night you both arrived show you exactly what can happen.”

“Okay.” I murmured quietly. “Though I genuinely didn’t expect tonight to go as it did. All I wanted to do was clear my head and I was going to make it back on time.

Bilbo’s eyes softened. “I know. Even if I’ve only know you two for a month or so, you both have shown yourselves to be very responsible and mostly independent adults.” I gave him a smile. “But – you are staying under my roof, therefore that makes me responsible for your well-beings, and that means that staying inside at night is a rule you must follow.” I nodded, and he straightened up. “Now go get changed, I warmed your gowns by the fire and they should still be warm.”

I complied, waiting for Bilbo to close the bedroom door behind him before peeling off my wet clothes and replacing them with the toasty and dry set of under-garments, throwing the nightgown over the top, admiring the light material as it floated down to my wrists and ankles.

It wasn’t long before Bilbo returned, a now-dry Kay hot on his heels as he relayed what she had missed in his lecturing. Two steaming mugs of warmed milk and honey were shoved into our hands, the hobbit insisting that we warmed ourselves up properly to fend off any potential illness from the lake.

Now tucked into the double bed, we said goodnight to Bilbo, watching as the room went dark as he blew out the candles, his silhouette disappearing through the doorway as he pulled the door shut, the only light source left was the slight glow of the hallway candles that drifted under the door frame.

Hearing rustling from beside me, I turned my head to meet Kay as she faced me, the slight outline of her being the only thing I could see against the light of the moon that peeked through the curtains.

“How come I’m sleepwalking now?” She questioned. I turned myself over fully now, Toothless wrapped up in my arms.

“I tried telling Bilbo when we came back in that we jumped into the lake for fun, but somehow he overheard one of us saying you couldn’t swim, so he insisted that I told him the truth, and that was the first convincing excuse I could come up with.” I answered.

“It was probably you he overheard poking fun at my lack of swimming skills.” She jabbed.

“And I lay here with no regrets.” I replied grinning, “And you’re gonna have to walk around with the ghosts at night a couple times to convince him.”

A fluffy Hello Kitty-shaped object hit me across the face, and I sputtered as I quickly rolled out of the way to avoid the continuous onslaught.

“What – did I say – about mentioning – ghosts?!?!” Each phrase came with a hit as I shoved my pillow over my head.

“That contract’s in another dimension right now, and – OI! – there’s no terms and conditions that mention interdimensional travel – OW!? – therefore it makes it null and void – can you stop that??” The teddy onslaught ceased, and I made the risk of peeking my head out, relieved that she had returned to her spot lying down.

“You know I’ll just make another one, right?” She quipped, lowering her voice to a whisper as the shadow of Bilbo’s feet walking by passed under the doorframe. “Yea but until then, I’m gonna make it ghost city around here.” I chided back, silently cackling as I lifted my arm up to block a final hit as it came down.

“Don’t you have something more important to talk about?” She whispered pointedly.

I frowned. “Like what?”

“Oh, I don’t know, maybe the fact that you blew up a tree??”

“Oh, that.” I muttered, my eyes unconsciously wandering to the dark shape of the drawer we had hidden our wands in. She repeated me mockingly, and my hand flopped out to slap her shoulder. “I sort of, hit it against a tree, and it just, came out.”

“Of what, the closet?”

“Wha– no!” I snorted, fighting back a grin. “I meant I didn’t think of it, and it just happened out of nowhere. The tree just happened to be in the way, that’s all.”

“Riiiight.” She giggled.

“Yea, but that’s not all.” I continued, grabbing her attention. “I tried to repeat it, but I didn’t think about it much again, just sorta flung my arm about until it worked.” I waved my arm around in the darkness for emphasis

“And did it?”

“Yeah. Hit that thing chasing me directly in the face.”

Her head whipped to face me. “What thing?? You never mentioned a thing.”

I faced her as well. “I thought I did??” She shook her head. “Oh, well that creature-thing that came out my wardrobe appeared in the hole I fell down, and chased me all the way back to town! It only left when I began threatening it near a bunch of sleeping hobbits.”

“Ew.”

“Yea, ew. I thought I was gonna die more than I did when I was falling from the sky!”

We both laid there in silence, listening to the noises of insects as their chirps drifted through the crack of the paned window. Kay shifted, and I turned to see her deep in thought, the creases of her furrowed brows highlighted by the moons rays. “I think,” She began, drawing my attention. “that we need these wands to work, so we can learn to protect ourselves.” I nodded at her. “Because if the journey does happen, we’re not going to be allowed to join without the means to defend ourselves. And there aren’t really any human-sized weapons that we know of here to practice with, so this is our best shot.”

I hummed in agreement. “Definitely. I would much rather blow up an orc, than waste my strength trying to chop it up.”

She nodded. “Exactly.”

“… I still want to learn to use a sword and bow though.” I prodded.

“Agreed.” She held out her hand. “Hashtag self-taught?”

I reached out to grasp it with a grin, and we shook. “Hashtag self-taught.”

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Bag End, Hobbiton, The Shire – T.A. 26th October 2939 of the Third Age (1339 in Shire-reckoning)

My nails tapped rhythmically against the polished wood, trying to distract myself as disappointment coursed through me. Kay wasn’t much better either, a pout threatening to reveal itself as we both sat sulking at the kitchen table, facing a very stern-looking hobbit who sat at the other side.

Bilbo had changed his mind overnight, and had unfortunately thought about what he said when he had called us responsible adults, which had prompted him to ask for our ages the next morning, practically prying the answers out of our mouths when we had both hesitated. Then he had promptly thrown a fit when we had told him we were both nineteen.

“Ninete– NINETEEN??” he had gawked, blinking rapidly in shock. “By Valar, your- you’re not even teenagers!!”

At that point we were offended, and retaliated, stating that no, we were certainly not children (even though we definitely felt like it sometimes). And then proceeded to explain human ageing, trying to convince him that we weren’t the hobbit equivalent of 12 ½ years old.

He had eventually caved, but you could see in his eye that he was still subconsciously viewing us as a pair of kids that almost died on his lawn. This led us up until now, when he had stated that we weren’t to be left wandering without him, refusing to budge when we protested. Well, it was mostly Kay ranting on about her need for independence – I mostly just sat there wide-eyed like a child witnessing a parent’s argument.

Bilbo’s opinion and new-found rules hadn’t moved an inch when the two of them were finished, and he was now stood up at the other end of the table with his hands set on his hips, looking between the two of us with the sternest look he could muster, which was pretty stern, and scary, in my opinion. “It’s my final decision, and I don’t want any if’s, and’s, or but’s from either of you,” he said, wagging a finger at us. “At least not until Mrs Greenfoot is finished with your clothing – saves me from worrying whether you two are out jumping into lakes or whatever in Yavanna’s name you’ve been up to.”

Knowing there was no point in arguing, Kay murmured a ‘fine’, and I just nodded, wanting this painful morning conversation to over and done with.

Breakfast was served in mostly silence, save for the sound of chewing food and cutlery being scraped about. That was, until Bilbo broke the silence after we had washed and dried everything, asking us to go put on clothes we were willing to get dirty, then to meet us in the front garden. The rest of that day was spent being taught how to care for the plants that lined the hobbit’s home, and the evening of us scrubbing mud of our noses and from beneath our fingernails, and a promised visit to the market tomorrow.

The next few weeks passed by slowly – but it was a nice slow, one where you felt relaxed enough to take the time you needed, treasuring each hour as it trudged on by. Our final outfits had arrived, Gladiola striding proudly through the door of Bag End one crisp and frosty late-November morning, hanging up her knitted scarf and thick winter coat before hauling the hefty basket she carried onto the table in the parlour. She opened the lid and pulled out two sets of three different outfits. There was a matching pair of brown overalls accompanied by cream linen blouses that she handed off first, ushering us off to our rooms to try them on. We walked back in to watch her gasp with delight, standing with smiles on our faces as she frolicked around us both, checking the fabrics and stitching until she was satisfied.

Next was a pair of summer dresses. She asked us to put on our shifts, that would go on underneath to act as the upper collar and sleeves. She then unfolded two kirtles, one a cool, teal blue for Kay, the other a dark, moss-coloured shade for me. They were perfect for warm weather, with only one layer of cream linen lining the inside. The winter outfits were just as stunning, but this time it was almost like a jigsaw, with a copious amount of layers that Gladiola had to lay out on the floor to explain. After ten minutes of her helping us to struggle each piece on, we were soon stood in front of a mirror. The overall colour scheme for these were a range of dark browns, muddy greens and stormy greys and blues, fit to blend in with the winter landscape.

Bilbo walked in not soon after, skidding to a halt whilst precariously balancing a teapot and mugs on a tray. He gave us a once over and beamed, a proud glint in his eye, proclaiming we were now close to truly becoming like hobbits (and saved from him worrying about us freezing to death). He thanked Gladiola, handing her a full mug as they both sat down, not noticing me and Kay sneak off with grins on our faces. In fact, they only noticed when we returned, now hiding something behind our backs.

“What have you got there?” asked Bilbo with half a smile, his eyes darting between our hidden hands and playful expressions.

Kay and I looked at each other, unable to contain out smiles as we sat down on the rug in front of the fireplace. We both brought our hands round, revealing two small jewellery boxes. Kay handed her yellow one to Gladiola, who took it with wide curious eyes, and I handed my cerulean blue one over to Bilbo, who took it with matching curiosity, but also a slight of nervous hesitancy.

“So,” Kay began. “Before you open them, I just wanted to say on behalf of both of us, to thank you for everything you’ve done.” I nodded along with her words. “Bilbo, you basically saved our lives and helped Erard in healing us, whilst also giving us food and a place to stay, which is more than we can ever ask for. And Mrs Greenfoot also helped by making us feel more comfortable in settling in, as well as making amazing clothes for two strangers in such little time.”

“Obviously we have no money to repay you both,” I added, “so we decided to give you something meaningful instead.” I gestured to the boxes in their laps.

Prying the lid open, we watched Gladiola as she opened hers first, gasping as she reached in to gently lift out a fine gold-chain necklace, a deep red rectangular garnet framed in a gold pendant attached to the end. She held in gingerly in her hands, almost frozen like she was too afraid to touch it.

“Oh, I can’t have this!” she said softly. Kay reached up, curling the hobbits fingers closed around the necklace.

“Please take it! I’ve been meaning to use the pendant and Kate had the spare chain and tools to make it. It would mean a lot to us.” She pushed kindly.

“Oh, okay.” Mrs Greenfoot said with an uncontrollable smile, bringing the piece close to her chest.

We then both turned to Bilbo, who – realising it was now his turn – slowly opened the box, and reached in to pull out a similar object.

It was also a necklace, but instead made of brass and white gold, the chain slightly thicker to sustain what was attached – a large circular locket, about 5cm in diameter, the frame etched with swirling patterns. In the middle was a smaller circle, green in colour, and on top was a metal carving of an oak tree. His eyes raked over it multiple times, taking in each etch and pattern. Bilbo then turned it on its side and used his fingernails to pop the clasp open, folding the two sides apart. He frowned and I quickly responded.

“It’s empty for now, but we want to show you something before we fill it.” I said.

His expression relaxed, and he nodded, looking more curious than ever.

Mrs Greenfoot left not soon after, satisfied with the result of her months-long hard work (and the sack of coins in her pocket that Bilbo insisted was a hefty tip). We waved her off, watching as she trotted away down the hill, fiddling with the chain around her neck as the garnet glinted in the winter sun.

As soon as she was out of sight, we ushered Bilbo back into the house, dragging him to my room and Kay sat with him on the bed as I dug through the wardrobe. Letting out a noise of triumph, I pulled my upper half out, bringing out three objects I had not used in months.

Bilbo stared with wide eyes at the boxes as I sat down and set them on my lap. Prying the largest one open, I pulled out my sage green polaroid camera, the wildflowers I had painted on it still going strong to my relief. I looked to see the hobbit was leaning back, eyes wide in shock at the sight of such a strange object. I held it up for him to see.

“This,” I declared. “Is a polaroid camera. An invention from our wor –” My head instantly began to hurt, so I quickly switched up my words with a strained look. “– where we’re from. And it does some pretty cool stuff.” The pain subsided, now becoming a dull throb at the back of my head, but the feeling of being watched returned, just like it had done when Kay had suffered the same pains.

I pushed the feeling to the back of my mind, placing the camera on my lap and reaching for a rectangular wooden box, patterns burned into it that I had done back home with my Grandad’s pyrography pen. Flicking the clasp open, I lifted the lid to reveal a small pile of polaroids. Bilbo instantly leaned forward again, and I picked out a picture I had taken on the bus to the hostel before it had begun raining, the hills and mountains looking as grand as ever as I handed it to the hobbit.

He brought it close to his face, running a finger over the smooth, shiny material. “Is this.. a painting?” He whispered in disbelief.

I fought back a laugh, smiling as I said “No, I’m not that good, I’m afraid. It’s called a photograph.”

He looked up at me, his green eyes bearing into mine as he repeated the word slowly. Kay leant forward, leaning her forearms on her knees as she looked at him.

“It’s a little bit like a painting, but it’s created in an instant.” She explained, as he turned to her eagerly. “You point that device at something you want, and it’ll capture the scene exactly how it looks.” She reached into her pocket and pulled out a piece of paper. “But we wanted to tell you something as well – you know how a couple months ago, I wanted to tell you something, but my head suddenly started hurting?” Bilbo slowly nodded, still processing the information. “Well, we wanted to tell you why, and also what we wanted to tell you.” She handed him the paper. “We can’t say it out loud, otherwise the head-hurting thing will happen again, but we think that if you know another way, it’ll work.”

We both watched in anticipation as Bilbo slowly unfolded the paper, and we braced ourselves for any raging headaches to happen, though it didn’t, and we both slumped in relief as he began reading. He read it fairly quickly, but spent several minutes re-reading the whole thing. The paper contained everything we had wanted to tell him, but couldn’t – where we were from, how we got here, and some of the odd things that have happened during our stay, sparing no detail. Taking a shaky breath, he placed the paper on his lap, staring at the wall in front of him.

“Huh, funny.” He huffed quietly, getting up to pace around.

“Bilbo, remember we said we didn’t want to hide secrets from you after all you did for us?” pleaded Kay. “Well this is what we’ve been wanting to tell you from the start.”

“How do I know this is real.” He muttered nervously, rubbing the paper nervously between his fingers as his eyes flitted to the floor.

“Considering everything that’s happened since we arrived, I’m pretty sure it can convince you.” I answered. “Though, except for the weird magic things – that doesn’t really.. happen in our world.”

“So… you’re telling me…” pinching his nose ridge and screwing his eyes shut. “you got those injuries-” he opened his eyes to turn and point from us, his voice growing louder and higher in pitch with every word. “- FALLING FROM THE SKY??”

We both sat there stiff, cringing at his loud voice with wide eyes and strained smiles.

“…maybe?”

Bilbo outwardly groaned, dropping his face into his hands and forcefully rubbing his eyes. “Yavanna help me, I’ve had the two clumsiest girls dumped at my door.” He mumbled from behind his palms.

I raised my hand. “Is it considered clumsy if the reason we fell down the hill was because we almost got struck by lightning?”

The hobbit’s hands dropped, glaring with his mouth open in a dumbstruck expression. “Wh – I – juh – struc – eh??”. His hands raised looking as if he wanted to throttle us, before his head lolled back as he let out a strained “GUUUUHHHHHHH you two are going to be the death of me.” He emphasised each word with a shake of his arms.

Straightening back up, he breathed a sigh to calm himself, then his eyes landed on the camera. “So changing the subject before my mind collapses… that-” he pointed at it. “-Is from your…” he gestured about randomly. “world?”

I nodded. “And technically, it’s the first and only one that exists in Middle Earth right now, so, as part of your gift, we were going to offer if you wanted to be the first person in the history of Middle Earth to have their photograph taken?”

He frowned. “Me??” he questioned bewildered, pointing at himself. “Are – Are you sure?”

“Of course!” Kay exclaimed, as she ushered him towards the door. “We wouldn’t want anyone else – now go put on something nice!”

After being ensured that this wouldn’t mean instant death, and getting over his initial meltdown, he agreed, and we told him to change into his favourite outfit before meeting us outside.

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The late morning sun was still rising as me and Kay sat on the bench outside in our new winter outfits, our breath visible as it floated from our mouths and twisted in the chill air. I brought my scarf closer to my face as we watched Hobbiton go on with its day, its residents hauling wagons about and setting up the market stalls, or simply enjoying some tea in their gardens and soaking up the sun just like us.

I softly brushed the toe of my boot against the melting frost on the grass, watching the ice melt into the leather. We had stolen our shoes back after the cold settled in, giving Bilbo a highly detailed description of what would happen to our feet if we developed frostbite. He quickly agreed, practically throwing the shoes at us after I began to describe exactly how the flesh would fall off, and that we would put the chunks in his tea if he didn’t relent. Which led to now – my feet nice and cozy in two layers of wool socks and my walking boots fit snugly on top. The blood splatters still remained on the material from our original fall, though now a dark brown that passed off as a mud stain.

“I’m glad we could tell Bilbo.” Said Kay from beside me. “I hated hiding it from him – even if we did get an earful afterwards.” I hummed in agreement. “I’m also glad we didn’t get those head pains. But I did get the feeling of being watched again.”

Kay scoffed in annoyance. “I just want to spin around and punch whatever’s behind me whenever that happens.”

“I wouldn’t be surprised if you’ve already tried.” I remarked.

“I have. It’s just air every time.”

“And the wall that other time? Considering you wouldn’t tell me why your knuckles were bruised the other week?”

All she did was mutter incoherently, and sink into her scarf as I laughed until she elbowed the air out of my lungs, sending me into a coughing fit. As if on cue, the circular front door was swung open, and out walked Bilbo, fixing the cuffs on his shirt as he approached us, dressed in the golden waistcoat and brown trousers we had seen him wear before, along with a blue patterned handkerchief tied around his collar like a short tie. Perfecting the position of his pocket-watch, he came to stand in front of us.

“Well, don’t you look the part?” I wheezed with a grin, still holding my abdomen. “How are you feeling?”

“A bit wary, of course, but, it’s nice, someone giving me an opportunity like this. Almost feels like an adventure without going anywhere.” He sighed, looking off into the distance, and we got up to get ready.

I gave him a smile back as Kay poked her head over my shoulder. “Ohhh we’re gonna have plenty of adventures Mr Baggins, just you wait and see.” She kidded.

He huffed a laugh, shaking his head in disbelief, and we got up to get ready.

“Alright, so we’re gonna try to fit in as much of Bag End as we can.” I said as me and Kay stepped past the fence lining the garden. “We’ll also try to take a wide shot to make you small enough to fit in the locket.”

Bilbo nodded, gingerly taking a seat on the bench and fiddling with his pipe, trying to find a position he was most comfortable in.

“You don’t have to worry too much, just be yourself and imagine you’re out here to smoke like you always do.” Kay reassured.

We had taken some long sticks we found over the past week to make a makeshift tripod for the camera to settle on, which actually worked, considering it was only held together by some twine we nicked from a cupboard. After switching the 5-second timer on and the flash off, I gave a thumbs up to Kay who was helping Bilbo pose correctly. He ended up settling his back against the bench, with one leg crossed over the other, his left hand resting on his thigh whilst the other held the now-smoking pipe close to his mouth. He topped it off with a warm smile, and I made sure to press the button so his expression didn’t turn awkward after a while. We both stood and watched until we heard the shutter, and beckoned Bilbo over as the tell-tale whirring of the printer fill the air.

He was over in a jiffy, peering at the device almost excitedly as his ears perked up at the noises it made. A small gasp of surprise left his lips as the white edge of the paper began to peek out. He watched with wide eyes until the device stopped, and he hesitantly reached up to gently pull the film out, holding the very tips of the corners as he flipped it over and back again.

“It’s blank?” He said, an underlying tone of disappointment lining his voice.

“Just wait a moment.” Encouraged Kay, to which he did, until he spotted something.

“Oh, look! There’s something appearing!” He cried as colour began to fade into existence. Eventually, it cleared up, and he was met with an identical hobbit smiling back at him. “Would you look at that.” He murmured, bringing it closer to his face. “That’s me. That – that’s actually me.”

“How about we frame that one, and the next one can be for the locket?” I suggested, realising that cutting this first picture up might upset him.

He looked up at us. “Oh, yes of course!” He went to return to the bench, but spun around half way. “A- after this one, could we take some more, with you two in it, if it’s possible?”

“Really?” I said.

“Of course.” He said, shrugging as if it was the most obvious thing. “You two are doing this for me, and I guess you live here too now, so it’s only polite for me to offer.”

We both nodded, and he sat down on the bench, resuming his position, but posed slightly different to make the shot unique. I shifted the makeshift tripod back a bit, widening the shot whilst also making Bilbo small enough to fit comfortably in the frame of his locket. Another click sounded, and Bilbo shot off the bench to wait impatiently in front of the camera, repeating what he did earlier, taking out the film and waiting for it to appear.

“It’s like magic.” He said in awe.

“I guess you could call it that.” I chimed in, and he huffed happily, placing the new photo down next to the first one.

“Right, you two get in the next one.” He ushered, beckoning us over. I waited for the other two to sit down, before setting the longer timer on, and quickly rushed over as the clicking sounded. We decided to move, sitting on the highest part of the path winding up his garden, whilst Bilbo stood between us, his head just a couple inches higher than ours, with one hand holding his waistcoat, warm smiles on all our faces.

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“Annnd… there.”

Bilbo held up the locket to face the window, the sun illuminating the photos that were now cut to shape and stuck into each half, and protected by a thin piece of glass slotted on top. On the left was Bilbo alone in front of Bag End, the second all three of us sat together on the path leading up to the familiar green door that sat behind us.

My eyes darted to Bilbo as I finished writing the sentence in my grimoire, Kay next to me as she scribbled away in her sketchbook, both of us watching as he gently pushed the halves closed with a click, then promptly looping the chain over his head, tucking it underneath his shirt until only a shred of the chain was visible from beneath his collar. Stretching his arms up until a couple pops sounded, he let out a deep breath and settled back in his chair, looking at the small framed photo of him now hung on the wall, before shifting his eyes to the both of us.

“How do you two feel about pork and vegetables for dinner?”

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Bag End, Hobbiton, The Shire – T.A. Friday, 18th November 2939 of the Third Age (Highday, 28th Blotmath, 1339 in Shire-reckoning)

I sat cross-legged on my bed, an array of corked jars scattered around me, along with an empty wooden chest by my side, the mess caused by my decision to reorganise my herbs (and whatever else I had found and shoved in a bottle). Using my fountain pen, I dipped it in the ink bottle on my bedside table to write the names of everything on the labels and on top of the corks for easy access. I had decided today was organising day, since Bilbo had said he would be out until the late evening, and to do what we wanted whilst he was gone – within reason of course.

It was currently early evening, the sun dipping beyond the horizon with the sky dancing between oranges and the navy blue that threatened to smother it – and the floor still wasn’t looking any better: books, boxes and random materials scattered about, half of it accumulated during our stay in the Shire, ranging from herbs from Bilbo’s garden, to random painted rocks that Melba had shoved into my hands whilst Rothad did the same with Kay as we babysat them, the collection increasing as the weeks went by. My ‘wand’ laid next to the ink bottle on the bedside table, untested since I had blasted the creature in the forest, mostly because Bilbo had been busying us about, but also that I was too nervous to use it.

I scoured the list I’d written on the parchment in front of me, making sure each bottle was organised by it’s attributes and uses for different spells that I had listed in my grimoire. I had just put the last bottle in, locking the small chest shut and moving it over as the glass clinked inside, ready to move onto organising my books, when a shrill shriek echoed from within the depths of the house. I shot to my feet and grabbed my wand, but also the wooden stool for throwing. I went to walk towards the door when it flew open with a bang, and a terrified Kay shot through, diving on my bed and scurrying under the covers.

“The hell–??” Was all I managed before a hand shot out from beneath the blanket, flapping around – which I soon understood as a signal to close the door.

I quickly peered down the corridor for anything, but nothing appeared, so I pushed the door shut, closing it with a much more gentle ‘click’. Approaching, the bed, I bent down to try and peer under the gap where the hand came from.

“What’s got you screaming the house down?” I questioned. “Don’t tell me – you took a nap and dreamt Obi Wan was being eaten by nightmare mushrooms?”

Kay shot up, the blanket wrapped around her where her face was only showing. “NO! Don’t EVER put that image in my head!” she cried, outraged, before quietening down. “Obi Wan only appears in the good ones.”

“Yeah, the ones where you make out, I’m well aware.” I deadpanned, sliding the stool over to sit on it, plopping my head on my hand. “What actually happened though.”

Her face returned to the terrified expression she was wearing when she came in. “There’s something in my room.” She whispered, her eyes beginning to water as she said it, and I instantly felt a chill go down my spine.

“Like what?” I replied, lowering my voice to match hers.

“I don’t know.” Her voice quavered, tears building up in her eyes. “I was just sat in front of my mirror, and saw it in the reflection out of the corner of my eye. But when I turned around it didn’t disappear this time.”

My head jerked back slightly in confusion. “What do you mean, ‘this time’?”

She paused, darting her eyes around nervously as if there was someone listening, then lowered her voice. “Have you been… seeing anything, out of the corner of your eye?”

I froze, looking at her nervously. “No? Why, have you?”

“Kinda. Like, when I’m turning a corner, or… or opening a door, or even looking in the mirror. I’ve been half-spotting things that, like, disappear before my eyes can focus on them.”

I felt unease creep its way back up my spine. “And the thing from now, it wasn’t… blue, by any chance?”

“No, but some other times it has been, I’ve mostly been thinking they’re just tricks of the light.” She replied with a shrug, but then her brows furrowed, as if trying to recall something. “Though sometimes it’s just a shadow, peeking at me before disappearing again, but always leaving me with the feeling of being watched. And this one was a shadow.”

“Is this all the time?” I asked, both concerned and slightly terrified.

“No, otherwise I would’ve been screaming the place down.” She forced a laugh, pulling the blanket tighter around her face. “It’s every few days or so, but mostly happens in this one corner in my room, that faces the mirror. It feels like it follows me through the house if I don’t turn around and scare it off – the feeling I mean.”

At this point my face was twisted in horror, and I took a shuddering breath to calm myself. “Why haven’t you told me until now?”

“I wanted to make sure it was real. Living in a haunted house most of your life gives you that ability. Plus, I’m writing up a new contract, so you’ll only be able to talk about ghosts near me if our lives depend on it.” She said, almost trying to distract herself.

“C’moooonnnn. What if I want to scare someone with ghost stories and you refuse to leave the room?” I half-complained in an attempt to relieve the tension.

“Then you’ll just have to save it for some other time.” Kay replied smugly, sniffling as she wiped her eyes. “I’m gonna find a way to make it legally binding as well, so you’ll have no choice.”

I slouched in my seat with a defeated huff, regretting ever signing that first contract during A-Level art class. “Fine, but come get me the second it gets any worse, and don’t leave it until things start floating. Aside from you potentially having your own blue demon-creature taking forever to jump you, I think the other thing you’re dealing with might be a Watcher.”

“Nope, no thank you. If I have whatever the hell you’re about to explain to me turn out to be terrifying, I will shit myself right here, right now, and then steal Bilbo’s underwear and blame it on you.” She threatened, looking like she was going to beat me up and burst into tears at the same time.

“It’s not that bad.”

“Not that bad??? Have you not spent the years you’ve known me educating yourself on how much ‘not that bad’ makes me want to peel my toenails off??”

I tried my best to fight back the smile that was forcing its way onto my face at the sight of Kay’s crazed expression. “I have, I promise.” I said with a laugh. “Does whatever that’s appearing make you feel uncomfortable? Like, let’s say, a heavy and dense weight on the back of your neck?”

Kay’s face was a mix of confused realisation. “Yeah, that’s… actually a perfect way to describe it.”

I furrowed my brows, thinking, until my eyes landed on the wand in my lap. “How about I sleep in your room tonight? Just so we can both confirm it in person.” I proposed.

“Or we could just sleep in here?” She tried with a watery but hopeful smile. “It feels safer?”

“Nope, when it comes to ghosts, it’s best to face them as soon as you realise they’re there.” I said firmly, standing up from my spot. “In fact, we’re gonna go and investigate it now.”

“Noooooohohooooo.” Kay whined loudly, flopping backwards and rolling over until she was face down on the mattress.

“Come on, if you leave me to die by the hands of this shadow I’m gonna haunt you forever.”

She sighed. “Okay, fine.” Kicking off the blanket, she stood up, picking up my stool and reluctantly followed me out.

I gripped my wand tightly in my hand as we neared the door, Kay doing the same but instead pointing the stool legs in front of her and a random knife she had grabbed from the kitchen on the way. Stepping up to the wooden surface, I slowly leant forward, gently pressing my ear against it. Hearing nothing, my eyes darted to Kay, who was now gripping my arm like a vice. I signalled that I was going in, to which she frantically shook her head at me, but relented as I gradually pushed the door open, staring into the room with wide eyes to try and catch anything.

Spying nothing, I turned around to tell Kay, only for my eyes to land on her frozen frame as she stared at the crack between the door and the frame. I waved my hand to try and get her attention, but her eyes only darted to me once, returning to the gap and pointing.

Realising what she meant, I had a sudden jerk of adrenaline and raised my foot to kick the door, watching it swing at hit the wall with a bang, pointing my wand at the right corner of the room behind it.

Nothing.

I turned back to Kay, giving her a look of confusion, to which she returned, before stepping forward to look at the same corner, only to see nothing as well. She stepped back, refusing to come into the room fully.

“I definitely saw something.” She said strongly.

“Could it have been my shadow?” I suggested, pointing at the candle behind me, then the outline of my shadow that it cast in the same corner.

She shook her head firmly. “No, Shaniac, it was much darker.”

“Okay, Boogara. You know it takes a lot to convince me about this stuff.” I retorted. “And right now, even though I believe you saw it, I’m not seeing anything.”

She sighed, now brave enough to step into her room as she approached her bed. “Well I know for a fact it’s there, just maybe not when you’re in the room?”

“Maybe?” I said while still looking around. “I’m just that scary I must have an effect on them.”

Kay scoffed at my smug smile, picking up the Hello Kitty teddy on her bed and standing back up again.

“Well, we haven’t found anything, let’s go back to your room.” She tried to walk out.

“Nuh uh.” I replied, snatching the teddy out her hands and chucking it back on the bed. “I wanna study this at the source, so we’re staying here tonight.”

“Noooo, this is the last place I want to be.” She whined. “Plus you’ll get just as scared when it pops out at you.”

“Nonsense, I’ll demand that it squares up and introduce it to something called: ~The Ghostbusters~.” I corrected, gesturing at the two of us, before striding out the doorway. “Hey ghouls!~ The girls are here!”

All Kay did was deadpan at my back before following me into the pantry. “Well, despite your obvious lack for personal safety, you can at least put that thing to good use and blast it.” She pointed at the wand in my hand as I passed her with dinner ingredients in my arms.

I placed the pile onto the table in the kitchen and whirled around. “I can’t do that! I’ll blast a hole in the wall and Bilbo will kick us out for real because we gave his house an extra doorway.”

Kay rounded the table until she was on the opposite side. “But you have tried to do something different with it, right? It should be useful for something other than committing war crimes against trees.”

“It’s actually committed war crimes against a tree and a ghost-creature-thingy I’ll have you know.” I explained as I turned around to the shelves on the wall, the wand still in my hand. “But it’ll take time to figure out how to use it. I can’t just yell ‘Levicorpus’ and expect something to happen.” I said, waving my hands around for emphasis.

“ACK!-”

“You know, I’ll have to do my research –”

“Uh, Kate?”

“- Go through my books and all and make sure we’re doing the right thing-”

“Kate.”

“-safely. And-”

“KATE!”

“What?” I spun around at Kay’s yelling confused. “Do you not want soup?-OH MY GOD.” I stumbled back at the sight of Kay floating in the air upside down, one foot stuck to the ceiling as the other one flailed around wildly. “WHAT THE HELL-??”

“PUT ME DOWN!” She shrieked, getting hit in the face by a pencil that fell out the upper pocket of her dungarees.

“I DON’T KNOW HOW??”

“THE COUNTER CHARM!”

“YOU KNOW I CAN’T REMEMBER ODD SHIT LIKE THAT.”

“LIBERACORPUS YOU IDIOT, NO WONDER I BEAT YOU AT THAT HARRY POTTER PUB QUIZ!”

“OKAY OKAY I’M DOING IT!” I yelled back, raising my wand again.

“Libera-”

“Thought I’d find you two in here- WHAT IN YAVANNA – ??”

“-corpus.”

Kay dropped to the ground with a thump, sitting up dazed and her hair askew. We both looked to the doorway, only to be met with the sight of Bilbo fainting on the spot, hitting the floor, out cold.

“…whoops?”

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[borathae]

Chapter 33

WHERE IS HE??? IM IN LOVE WITH YOU AGAIN AND U RUN AWAY NOO

the panic is so visible in the writing even though it isnt said out loud

“Yoongi! Please come out!” *he appears out of nowhere, IM PAN *disappers again

THE PICTURE GOSH

KOOK THANK GOD UR BACK of course he is suspecting us 😭😭but bestie litsen oh yeah i dont need to tell u, u already sniffed us

ok mission find yoongi gosh i feel the nervousness and worry also kook's angry at her too 😭😭

oh no wonder jungkook is not feeling great they left 😭😭fuck i already miss jin and hobi, and now yoongi is also gone AND TAE IS STILL IN DOWN THERE

youre not a burden kook, they wanted better things for you

jungkook and oc sitting on a tree k i s s i n g im sorry i needed to say something to ease myself, this is bad, fuck 😭😭

NOT THE TWILIGHT AGAIN 😭😭its so hilarious

ok looks like things are going to be solved it makes me so angry that you are selfish enough to ruin such a chance for me.” aah

“First of all rude, I am scary” 😾as scary as a kitten

I am pretty sure that I managed to help Yoongi turn his emotions back on. And then when I tried to ask him if I did, he panicked and told me that ‘he cares for nobody’ and then he ran away.” summary of previous chapter

“Maybe our story is like enemies to lovers”, you joke. Jungkook scoffs, “you read too many romance books.” shush lemme rot in my chair/bed ALSO IT IS, i mean they were bickering a lot, but i think the real enemies to lovers is going to be taekook (kook u didnt hear this)

“that’s what I imagine real love to be like.” “Acceptance. Acceptance of their biggest flaws. That’s what real love is.” that was beautiful AND ATTACK TO US

“Yeah”, his lower lip quivered, “like really, really bad”,WE GOT NEWS FOR YOU

You have him and Yoongi too. Jungkook feels so loved right now. GOSH I LOVE HIM TOO MUCH

how is it your fault babe no no dont tell me its going to be, fuck great if I didn’t want this stupid oven then we would still have our house and maybe Cookies would still be alive.” ITS THE OVEN'S FAULT it was probably bad

ou avert your gaze to the moon. It isn’t as big as it was days ago. Time, once again, had passed. It makes you sad, it really does, but sitting here with Jungkook does lessen the burden of it a little bit. The world seems so peaceful up here, with the freshly fallen snow on every tree and the glowing lights of the town in the faraway distance. It is so bright too. The moonlight makes everything glow silver, almost as if it was daytime. this whole thing reminds me of tae and im about to cry i love this para tho. i want to see the moon sitting on a tree too

2 WEEKS?? AND HE STILL HASNT COME BACK shit the loneliness is really unbearable, the vibe of them all together is gone 😭 shit poor tae he is all alone, locked up and ik he isnt even counting days cuz he believes he deserves it 😭 is he hearing her?? i hope he does, at least he would get some comfort from her voice

Apparently the body of a Ripper grows weaker faster than that of a normal vampire. fuck thats so fucked up, forcing it on the vampire and not having an escape from this fate

LORD SPOTIFY JUST PLAYED SUPER TUNA 😭😭 WRONG TIMING

“No, I’m screwed”, he sobs, shaking his head vigorously. maybe jin and hobi will be back before yoongi or maybe yoongi will be back soon

“Taehyung?” he scoffs, “no thanks, I’d rather die.” ha 😃if only u knew haha

why are they soo cutely awkward uwuw babies

Now you are standing by the end of the stairs, just three steps higher than Jungkook. You are fumbling with the handrail, eyes racing over his soft features. Jungkook is grasping the railing tightly, rolling his lower lip between his teeth nervously. You think it is adorable how shy he still becomes sometimes. It gives him that beautiful sparkle in his big eyes. this moment would have been one of their pictures if this was a series

THEY KISSED YIPPEEE YIPEEEE YIPEEE 😻🤩😍💖✨🎇🎆

Is that what his sweetheart back in the days got to experience when he was still human and his body wasn’t controlled by those awful urges to rip every living being into shreds? im gonna cry

FUCK GRAVITY FOR MAKING THEM FALL but also thank you for giving that ✨falling✨moment

Oh if only you knew how much this means to him. Oh if only you knew how many decades he went without kissing in such ways. Oh if only you knew how much he wanted to break into tears at this moment.  😭😭 istg i never wanted to kiss a male character this badly ever

“Please take me right here and now”, he pleads. IM LOSING MY SHIT gracefully??, like freefalling spotify is crazy for playing let me love you ne yo before this *plays it again

“Kook your cheeks”, oh no im getting worried

FUCK THIS IS TOO HOT YALL IM GOING TO SHAVE MY HEAD

OH HSIT OH NO NO NO KOOK PLS NOT NOW NO ONE IS HERE TO HELP YOU SWITCH BACK SHIT

WHERE IS HE??? IM IN LOVE WITH YOU AGAIN AND U RUN AWAY NOO

me fr fnadnfas

the panic is so visible in the writing even though it isnt said out loud

gah thank you <333

“Yoongi! Please come out!” *he appears out of nowhere, IM PAN *disappers again

lmaoao Pan is an Pansexual? fajdsjf

KOOK THANK GOD UR BACK of course he is suspecting us 😭😭but bestie litsen oh yeah i dont need to tell u, u already sniffed us

lamoaoa bro really said 👃🏻 you fucked.

ok mission find yoongi gosh i feel the nervousness and worry also kook's angry at her too 😭😭

LIKE why does it hit so much harder when Kook is angry at her?? like please not my pookie wookie kookie :(

oh no wonder jungkook is not feeling great they left 😭😭fuck i already miss jin and hobi, and now yoongi is also gone AND TAE IS STILL IN DOWN THERE

LIKE EVERYTHING IS A MESS AND I'M SAD

youre not a burden kook, they wanted better things for you

YES THIS pleas kookie :((

“Maybe our story is like enemies to lovers”, you joke. Jungkook scoffs, “you read too many romance books.” shush lemme rot in my chair/bed ALSO IT IS, i mean they were bickering a lot, but i think the real enemies to lovers is going to be taekook (kook u didnt hear this)

JFDAJFJ this is not a lie fajdsfja

“that’s what I imagine real love to be like.” “Acceptance. Acceptance of their biggest flaws. That’s what real love is.” that was beautiful AND ATTACK TO US

I ACTUALLY LOVE HIM SO MUCH

“Yeah”, his lower lip quivered, “like really, really bad”,WE GOT NEWS FOR YOU

KOOKIE JUST BE PATIENT YOU WILL KNOW HOW IT FEELS LIKE :(

You have him and Yoongi too. Jungkook feels so loved right now. GOSH I LOVE HIM TOO MUCH

me totoototototooooo

ou avert your gaze to the moon. It isn’t as big as it was days ago. Time, once again, had passed. It makes you sad, it really does, but sitting here with Jungkook does lessen the burden of it a little bit. The world seems so peaceful up here, with the freshly fallen snow on every tree and the glowing lights of the town in the faraway distance. It is so bright too. The moonlight makes everything glow silver, almost as if it was daytime. this whole thing reminds me of tae and im about to cry i love this para tho. i want to see the moon sitting on a tree too

gosh I miss him too 😭😭😭😭

2 WEEKS?? AND HE STILL HASNT COME BACK shit the loneliness is really unbearable, the vibe of them all together is gone 😭 shit poor tae he is all alone, locked up and ik he isnt even counting days cuz he believes he deserves it 😭 is he hearing her?? i hope he does, at least he would get some comfort from her voice

LIKE THE PAIN IS REAL

Apparently the body of a Ripper grows weaker faster than that of a normal vampire. fuck thats so fucked up, forcing it on the vampire and not having an escape from this fate

I really said "pain is on the menu" when I cooked JJFASDJ

LORD SPOTIFY JUST PLAYED SUPER TUNA 😭😭 WRONG TIMING

lmaoao byeeee

why are they soo cutely awkward uwuw babies

hehehehehh they're so stoooopid

Now you are standing by the end of the stairs, just three steps higher than Jungkook. You are fumbling with the handrail, eyes racing over his soft features. Jungkook is grasping the railing tightly, rolling his lower lip between his teeth nervously. You think it is adorable how shy he still becomes sometimes. It gives him that beautiful sparkle in his big eyes. this moment would have been one of their pictures if this was a series

gah please this is so sweet!!! thaadasdafsafj

THEY KISSED YIPPEEE YIPEEEE YIPEEE 😻🤩😍💖✨🎇🎆

ME FR

Is that what his sweetheart back in the days got to experience when he was still human and his body wasn’t controlled by those awful urges to rip every living being into shreds? im gonna cry

i'll cry with you 😭😭

FUCK GRAVITY FOR MAKING THEM FALL but also thank you for giving that ✨falling✨moment

jsfjds me

Oh if only you knew how much this means to him. Oh if only you knew how many decades he went without kissing in such ways. Oh if only you knew how much he wanted to break into tears at this moment.  😭😭 istg i never wanted to kiss a male character this badly ever

OKAY I LOVE THIS ENERGY??? OMGMGM

“Please take me right here and now”, he pleads. IM LOSING MY SHIT gracefully??, like freefalling spotify is crazy for playing let me love you ne yo before this *plays it again

like no joke. he is actually so fucking hot

“Kook your cheeks”, oh no im getting worried

:-)

FUCK THIS IS TOO HOT YALL IM GOING TO SHAVE MY HEAD

:---)

OH HSIT OH NO NO NO KOOK PLS NOT NOW NO ONE IS HERE TO HELP YOU SWITCH BACK SHIT

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[glosskirt]

You don't love me anymore. Do you?

Synopsis: Seokjin had been diagnosed with Hanahaki Disease when he was four years old. Having to live with coughing up petals because of all the one-sided love he had to go through. Until he met Hwa-Ae. For years he lived without the petals. But suddenly, he started coughing again.

Pairing: Seokjin × f!oc (Sang Hwa-Ae)

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Sad Seokjin, bad oc! /j, mentions of bl00d

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Years ago..

"Sorry, ma'am. He tested positive for Hanahaki. He's going to have to live like this for the rest of his life," the doctor said. Seokjin had no idea what was going on. He was just playing with the military dolls. When he looked up, he saw his mother crying. "Mommy, why are you crying? Is something wrong with me?" he asked. His mother looked down at him, kneeled down, and stroked his hands. "Baby, you're perfectly fine," she said, with tear-filled eyes and a painful smile.

Present

(Seokjin's Perspective) 

I have the best girlfriend in the world. She loves me, and I love her. I haven't coughed up any petals at all while I'm with her. And she just makes me the happiest boy in the world. When we're in class, we secretly hold each other's hands underneath the desk, and we exchange notes and drawings. It's the pinnacle of my life. She is my euphoria. The flower growing in my lungs has lessened in size. Although my mother told me that when my beloved returns my affection, it's supposed to go away; it'll just go away in time, for sure!

"Hi Jin," Ae said as she entered the room. "Hi, beautiful! How was your day today?" I asked. I patted the mattress so she'd sit next to me, but she sat on the chair. "It was alright, I guess." Was she feeling okay? Oh no, I hope she's well. "Tell me about it! I want to know every detail," I said with a smile. Hopefully, my smile is contagious. Her smile definitely is. It's bright enough to light the whole world. "I just woke up, ate, and worked. That's it," she said. Without emotion. What's wrong? Oh no, did I do something? "Are you alright, Ae?" I asked her. "Yeah. Are you okay? What's with all the questions?" she spat out. "I just wanted to know how your day was," I said. My heart hurts. I probably did something wrong. Until I felt it.

The agonizing pain and the feeling that something's coming up my throat The feeling almost felt like fabric pressing up against the walls of my throat. I could feel the blood gushing through my throat as I coughed it out. Petals. I coughed up petals again. It felt so familiar. Why was I coughing petals? Did Ae not love me anymore? Was there someone else? "Jin, are you alright?" she yelled. Picking up the petals from the floor. "No, I'm not. You're not helping," I said. She moved her hands aside as I wiped the floor with a tissue. "I'm so sorry, Seokjin," she said. Close to tears. Why was she close to tears? She was the one stabbing my flower-filled lungs, and yet my eyes were the dry ones. "You don't love me anymore, do you?" I asked. That was it. She started sobbing and sobbing. "Why are you crying? You shouldn't be ashamed of your feelings," I said. She was wiping away her tears. "I'm sorry, Seokjin! I can't control my feelings; I really wish I could. I don't want to hurt you, Jinnie!" That nickname. 

Past

"I love you, Jinnie!"

"Jinnie, I miss you so much!"

"Hi, my Jinnie! How was work?"

"Do you need help, Jinnie?"

Present

"Don't call me that," I said. I was really hurt, but I couldn't force her to love me. "Pack your bags. I'll help you move out," I said again. She was speechless. "Seokjin, I'm so sorry." She kept apologizing. It hurt to hear. I never thought this would happen. I was so in love with her. And it all came crumbling down. "Why are you sorry?" I asked. I was packing away all the things I bought her. "I don't want to hurt you," she said. Painful smile. It reminded me of my mother. She told me I was 'perfectly fine,' but I wasn't. Hanahaki disease is what's wrong with me. Hanahaki is why I am hurting everyone around me. I should get it removed. "Is there someone else?" I asked. I gave her the bag of toys I packed. "Yes," she said. Shameful face. Why did she have a shameful face? "Don't look so shameful. Be proud of who you love."

"Seokjin, I can't be proud," she said.

"Why not?" I asked.

"Because I love your best friend, Jeon Jungkook."

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nat really angsty but if i read it i'd be pretty down

tagging; @haecien

[skrelpson]

I think I should send her to 1850s Kalos. I think it'd be funny

(ignore the hands, I was totally going for a stained glass look. Totally. /j)

(A better look at my Pokemon IRL/ZA brainrot beneath the cut)

OKAY SO UH I have this idea for Gill (A Pokemon IRL oc) and I'm frothing at the mouth about it so I'm going to infodump here! Because I am both normal about this and Legends ZA

So I had the idea that at some point, Gill would just straight up disappear for a week. He'd get sucked into some kind of time-rift and end up in ye-olde Kalos. He'd freak out, obviously, but after a couple weeks he'd come to accept his life and start getting into things. He'd basically become an 'important side-character'. Living life, helping around the city, meeting new Pokemon (Like VULPIX. He'd get a VULPIX for REASONS.) He's been taking some Kalosian classes at Blueberry, so he's all set there. He just has to apply himself.

And the thing about this? She likes it there. She likes it a lot. She doesn't have to worry about school, about expectations, about living up to her sister or impressing her friends. She's living in Lumiose City! She's helping rebuild the place! She's considered a strong Trainer! She's meeting people and Pokemon and she knows without a shadow of a doubt they like her. Of course, she still bawls her eyes out every night- she misses Blueberry, she misses Paldea, she misses her friends and family- but...well, she wouldn't hate it if she had to stay here.

Then like four-five months pass. Maybe this is all before the actual plot of ZA happens, so I can do this way earlier lol. Gill's helping restore Lumiose, as usual, and she's having a great time. She's becoming a well-known face in certain areas, too- Monsieur or Mademoiselle Monet, the young Pokemon wielder. Most everyone likes her.

And then he wakes up.

He's transported back home, somehow. And here, only a week has passed.

He has a Stats test to take. His ranking in the League Club has fallen back down to rock bottom. One moment, he was helping rebuild this beautiful city. He was someone important, doing something meaningful with his life. And the next, he was back to square one. All of his work was finished for him, centuries ago now.

He has to live with the fact that all of the people he grew to know in those four months are dead. He never got to say goodbye.

People will question where he picked up saying 'morbleu'. People might point out the faintest hint of an accent. But he doesn't have the heart to tell them anything, so he'll just lie.

I just have this distinct image of Gill going to Lumiose for like a school trip and seeing a building that she lived in two hundred years ago, now turned into some laundry mat or cafe or whatever. Maybe there's a wild Ninetales running around there, presumably waiting for their owner. And maybe she's able to find a floorboard she remembers removing with a friend to store trinkets and cash in it, and finding all that stuff coated in dust. And then she'd start crying, and because people expect that kind of stuff from her- getting sentimental about things that aren't even hers and breaking into tears-, they don't really question it, outside of a pat on the shoulder.

UUUUh that's it!! That's what I was thinking of. I think it'd be a fun character study! A look into Gill and how he views expectations and what he wants to do.

Will I do this? I dunno. Maybe after we get more Kalos info. Or I can just say fuck it we ball and do whatever I want forever. Or until someone tells me it's a bad idea. I just think it's cool and I wanted to do some pixel art.

I have major Kalos brainrot can you tell

[onlyswan]

Hi Art 💕💕

First of all, I wanted to say that I was listening to Hozier yesterday and I thought of you and the iw couple! And actually listening to Hozier always makes me think of you, Art!! I think your writing and his lyrics give me the same feelings honestly, something about both of them hits me so deep in my soul and yet it also makes me wish I saw the world though your eyes because you make it seem so much more beautiful and full of love. I don't know if that makes any sense at all but I was thinking about it, so I wanted to share!

Also about your question of which parts have made us cry the most, I think I'm pretty similar to everyone else and the parts that had me constantly crying while reading were the ones where the characters are sad too and are feeling hurt.

In "in which you don’t want to give up on jungkook (even when he gave you reasons to, even if they give you reasons to)." I was absolutely right there with them, feeling all of those emotions and crying my eyes out and then I cried even more when Jungkook was comforting OC, all of it was so beautiful and emotional. And of course I will never not mention this line: "four months have passed, but it isn’t time’s job to heal all wounds. it’s his." Because I think it perfectly shows how they take responsibility for the way they make each other feel (both bad and good) and how considerate and emotionally intelligent they are 😭😭😭

OC feeling sad will always get me the most I think, because we know how much pain they've already gone through and I just want them to never ever feel hurt again 🥹🥹🥹 So things like this from "in which jungkook is giving up on you but you have so much love left to give." really get to me: “i tried living without you like you wanted- but i can’t-” you hiccup in between small sobs on the other line. “i love you, jungkook. i can’t live carrying around all this love with me. it’s too heavy…” Thankfully Jungkook is always there to make them feel better the way they deserve 🥺🥺

Your beautiful writing makes everything a thousand times more heartbreaking and lines like these: "you let jungkook come too close. he slept on your bed and he learned that you’re always cold. he enveloped you in the safety of his warm embrace and you couldn’t will yourself to leave after the first time. you’ve surrendered to him the control over your body, and also your heart, which you may be breaking alongside your rule but… walking away would mean forsaking yourself." from "in which jungkook misses you before he even leaves" feel like they're speaking to the rawest, deepest parts of my soul.

Another thing that made me cry from that drabble was this part: "he tenderly strokes your hair, eyes filled with galaxies memorizing every inch of your face. he’s scared, too. he’s scared that he’s overestimating himself. too ambitious, too greedy for wanting both the world and the most beautiful person he has ever seen in it to love him. he’s scared of getting too exhausted. he’s scared that you won’t be there anymore when he opens his eyes." Their fears are so warranted, they could really end up being hurt or hurting each other, and yet that makes them even braver for still trying to make it work, for still loving each other despite all of that.

In general every time I think or read about them putting the other first, the care with which they consider each other, OC getting so worried about Kook being hurt, or him thinking about just how beautiful of a person OC really is, anything can have me sobbing on the spot. I think I've said it before but even just your titles are enough to make me cry sometimes. Your words just have such an effect on me, and I've also really grown to love these two and the love they have for each other so so much.

Sorry for rambling a little, I feel like I've said all of that a hundred times before but the love I have for you and your stories is too much for me to keep inside. Hope you're doing well, Art 💞💞💞

oh my god i’m so honored. thank you so much for thinking of me alongside such an incredible artist my sweetest ivi 😭💕💕💕

I think your writing and his lyrics give me the same feelings honestly, something about both of them hits me so deep in my soul and yet it also makes me wish I saw the world though your eyes because you make it seem so much more beautiful and full of love

and honestly you’re one of the people who makes me view the world as beautiful as i do 🥺🫂

And of course I will never not mention this line: "four months have passed, but it isn’t time’s job to heal all wounds. it’s his." Because I think it perfectly shows how they take responsibility for the way they make each other feel (both bad and good) and how considerate and emotionally intelligent they are 😭😭😭

YOU GET MEEEE this line is definitely the most memorable one in that work for me as well 😭😭😭 (the both good and bad got me. i’m sobbing) often times it feels like the easiest route is to allow enough time to pass to bury our mistakes, but the guilt stays ❤️‍🩹 and i wanted to show that taking accountability is what allows both parties to heal 🥺

OC feeling sad will always get me the most I think, because we know how much pain they've already gone through and I just want them to never ever feel hurt again 🥹🥹🥹

honestly same >:( writing about oc’s pains got me crying the hardest than i ever have while writing and i’ve written a loooot of sad stuff 😭 oc is the type of person i want to build a personal utopia for 🥺

Their fears are so warranted, they could really end up being hurt or hurting each other, and yet that makes them even braver for still trying to make it work, for still loving each other despite all of that.

i feel like a proud parent tearing up rn my babies you’ve fought so hard to keep loving each other </3 you said this so so so beautifully. thank you 🥺🥺🥺

I think I've said it before but even just your titles are enough to make me cry sometimes.

i remember this toooooo 🥹 coming up with the titles is like one of the most fun parts about the iw series i’m so geeked when they’re acknowledgedhfkdhfjdjhg i freaking love you !!! and your ramblings !!! thank you for matching my energy 🥹🥹🥹 bc when you ramble i also get to ramble about them without feeling silly as the writer hEhehehe the nasty ass flu got me knocked down rn so i’m veryyy sorry if this messy and incoherent T_T but seeing you in my inbox is so healing and made me feel all warm inside 🥰 please be healthy and happy my baby love

[b-ritney]

Roadside Daffodils

Eddie Munson x OC fluff

Summary: Anna tells Eddie about the yellow flowers on the side of the road.

not proofread, based on my love for the road daffodils by my house

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Eddie always looks at me like a treasure, I could never understand it but every time I catch him staring I blush like crazy. It must be that undeniable attachment I've had for him ever since the first time he called me beautiful. He's pretty good-looking himself, I tilt my head back in the van, admiring the tattoos going up his arm that's holding my hand. He looks at me briefly laughing at my unapologetic staring. We lock eyes and I bashfully turn away to look out the window. I'm glad I did because I just barely missed what I'd been trying to tell him about since this morning, passing by in a bright yellow blur.

"Eddie look! There's some right there!"

"Some what?" he laughs as I practically fall out the van window, looking back at the patch of yellow daffodils sprouting on the side of the road, swaying from the rush of the van passing by. He slides his finger through my belt loop and gently pulls me down until I'm safely in the seat.

"The road daffodils, they just started blooming it means spring is coming. I love those flowers... I want some so bad. They always grow in that spot every year that's how I know where to look for them, but- LOOK there's more!" Just ahead, the road was lined with small patches of beautiful flowers, Eddie loved that little glimmer of curiosity and joy in me and he'd do anything to keep it there.

"When do you have to be home sweet girl?"

"Oh uh about an hour, we've got time." Eddie checked his rearview mirror before pulling the van to a screeching halt. "What are you doing?" I asked as he quickly unbuckled his seatbelt.

"I'm gonna go get my girl some flowers," he said, "be right back." He hopped out and ran down the road, picking an arm full of them. I swear I could cry, I love this boy. He rested the bushel of flowers in my arms as he clambered back in the van, cars approaching from far down the road. "So? Are they everything you dreamed?" I shook my head in disbelief of his love for me.

"I love you Eddie." He picked up my hand as we pulled off again, he kissed my knuckles tenderly keeping his eyes on the road.

Then he ran his hand down the back of my head scratching the nape of my neck with his fingers, looking at me again, "I love you too."

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This is what they look like :)