#i shall make more art w/her

[sunnysideray]

FUNSHINE JILL FUNSHINE JILL FUNSHINE JILL FUNSHINE JILL I LOVE HEEERRRRRR AAAAAAAAAAAGH

…I’m normal about her I swear……

[seivsite]

BRUSHSTROKES OF MAGIC.

includes: lyney x fem!reader. painter!reader, fluff, may be ooc lyney, painter and her magician muse — wc: 591

You had finally secured tickets to Lyney and Lynette’s captivating Magic Show.

After putting in hard work through small art commissions and assisting others, your perseverance paid off. Luckily, you found yourself seated in the second row, enjoying a perfect view of the entire stage. As the lights dimmed, a spotlight illuminated the enchanting magicians.

“Welcome to Lyney and Lynette’s Magic Show!” Lyney exclaimed, his arms wide open in a welcoming gesture.

The performance unfolded before your eyes, blurring the line between reality and fantasy.

The show concluded with a burst of applause, whistles, and amazed cheers filling the room. Lyney and Lynette took their bows, expressing gratitude to the audience before exiting the stage.

While others started to leave the theatre, you remained lost in your thoughts, unable to tear yourself away.

You noticed Lyney’s occasional glances in your direction, but you brushed them off, assuming he was merely engaging with the audience. Your hands moved instinctively, retrieving a small paper and a worn pencil that you carried everywhere. Swiftly, you sketched the scene, capturing the magicians as the focal point.

Unaware of another presence, you snapped out of your trance when a red rose materialised before you.

Your eyes widened at the sight, then lifted to meet the culprit—a mischievous grin adorning his face.

“Well, M’lady, perhaps we should step outside before we find ourselves locked in here,” he suggested, tucking the flower gently into your hair. Extending his hand, he invited you to join him.

You accepted his hand, and he turned to his sister, who stood waiting.

“Took you quite a while,” she remarked, her expression unchanging.

“Apologies, Lynette. It seems M’lady was deeply absorbed in thought,” he responded.

“Please stop addressing me like that,” you murmured, your cheeks tinged with a blush.

“Apologies again! I haven’t had the pleasure of knowing your name. I’m Lyney. This is my sister, Lynette, and you are...?” He walked alongside you as the three of you departed the theatre.

“(Name), pleased to make your acquaintance,” you replied.

From that day forward, your bond with Lyney grew remarkably strong, much to Lynette’s amusement as she shook her head at her brother’s persistent attempts to win you over.

In a meadow bursting with vibrant blooms, Lyney stood amidst the flowers, becoming both your muse and a devoted spectator. As your brush danced gracefully across the canvas, each stroke seemed to weave a rich tapestry of emotions.

“Are you almost finished, M’lady?” Lyney’s voice broke the tranquil air as he noticed your momentary pause.

“Hmm, just a few more minutes,” you replied, urging him to remain where he stood.

When the art piece finally took shape, it radiated colours and beauty that surpassed mere brushwork. Lyney was thoroughly impressed, unable to contain himself as he pressed a kiss to your cheek, prompting a delightful blush from you.

“Thank you for immortalising me in your art, M’lady. I shall treasure it,” Lyney expressed, his tone sincere.

“It’s no big deal,” you replied with a smile. Lyney settled beside the portrayal of yourself, gazing at you with unwavering attention.

“Is something wrong?” you questioned, perplexed by his sudden change in demeanour.

“No, it’s just that something has been occupying my thoughts,” he confessed, his fond gaze fixed on you.

Your head tilted in curiosity, awaiting an explanation.

“Despite my belief in the wonder of my magic tricks, they pale in comparison to your beauty and talent. I’m afraid, M’lady, that you’ve stolen my heart. So, will you do me the honour of accepting this responsibility?”

NOTES. he’s cute i like the idea of painter!reader w lyney whos a magician, also my second genshin work weee. kinda rushed this so whatever plot i have is a bit wonky, maybe.

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[letoilepourpre]

I shall throweth a brick what are your favourite headcanons you have about the princess

thanks for the brick!!

will be talking about den, witch, advy and damsel since they're my favorites!!

besides my HCs regarding their appearances (I'm sure I drew them enough times for people to have a notion of how i see them lol) I don't have many hcs about them, I think i've shown a couple of them through art already, but there are some I haven't had the chance to

Den:

her tail is prehensile and she can grab almost everyone w it no problem. will do it often for the funsies

although she cant meow she CAN purr. bc i said so

uses her middle paws to carry stuff more often than she does her front ones

Witch:

extensive knowledge of plants, herbs, and medicine. can do rituals and stuff but she thinks that they're often unnecessary and too resourceful. she sticks to traditional witchcraft

horrible posture her back is screaming in agony

can only see the same colors as cats

borderline personality disorder

Advy:

she's very warm. can concentrate the heat on a part of her body to burn/melt what she's touching. can't make a fire though. witch will sleep over her chest bc of it. detailed graph below

takes a moment to tell left and right apart often (thats me) (im projecting) (its ok bc were both neurodivergent)

Damsel:

the 'tism

has sharp teeth but they dont show that much

disney princess yadda yadda can talk to animals etc. but she leans more towards reptiles and insects. theyre cute

[littleshelbygirl]

“ I need a Gangsta to love me better. Than all the others do. “

irresistible — t.s. | one: Like Art

fandom: Peaky Blinders

pairing: thomas shelby x fem!reader

chapter: one

content warning: gangs/gangsters, blood, mentions of death, mentions of PTSD, mentions of depression, mentions of possible daddy issues, innocent and unexperimenced reader, sexual themes, big age gap (Tommy is around 30 while reader just turned 18), power play, submission, domination, obsession, stalking, possible Peaky Blinders spoilers

chapter warnings: mentions of death, innocent reader

summary: After four years of war, the death of your father, and the tragic end of your mother, you finally leave your hometown to visit Birmingham—there, you encounter Thomas Shelby, unaware that your life is about to change forever.

author’s note: this is my first Peaky Blinders fanfiction, I’ve been obsessed with it for few days now and just finished season one so be gentle w me😔🙏 english is not my first language to beware of certain incorrect words or phrases. I’ve wrote a fanfiction for anime Tokyo Revengers in the past (Farewell my Paradise; simp4jpnsse on Wattpad) so it’s not my first time writing. Enjoy! Also— Grace does not make apperance in this story cause we cannot have her steal our Shelby man.

War can change a man. It changes the way people think of the world. They start treasuring what they have and become grateful for what is given. Since your mother decided to go against it and end her life, you had no one expect yourself. Your father was one of the unlucky ones that didn’t come back to his family after the war ended; only his uniform jacket found a way home. Same one you were wearing at the moment.

Trees and all kinds of greens filled your eyes as you sat in the train for Birmingham— your father’s hometown. You’ve decided to pay it a visit before you go to London and start a new life. Birmingham always found its way into your goodnight stories, stories that your father’s gentle voice would tell to you when you were a small child.

A quick breeze of a train pulled you away from your thoughts and back into the real world. After your things were safetly tucked in your arms you left the train and stepped into the territory of gangsters. They also found their way into your father’s stories. From where you come from gangsters are not a thing so shall this be an interesting journey for you— luckily, you ain’t staying for long.

Your eyes follow quick movements of people and even quicker goodbye’s as they pack their bellongings into the train and say sayonara to their loved ones. With a sigh, your legs started to lead you to the center of this place. You were curious to find out more before you leave to London in a week.

After a while of walking and searching for a place to stay through your visit you come across a pub; ‘The Garrison Pub’ sign laid in front of the place with children playing out in front. The pub itself was quite empty, it was only around midday so guessing most people were having lunch at their homes at the time.

As you walk through busy streets of Birmingham, where people are simply to put— interesting, accent like your father’s fills you ears. A small smile creeps to your face after hearing it around you.

“You alright, love?” The barman’s voice was heard once you stepped your foot inside. You definitely did not give the ‘Birmingham’ lady vibes since your clothes were quite fancier class. Your mother—let her soul rest in piece— used the most expensive materials on the market to sew you the dress.

You sat on one of the stools, resting your baby pink suitcase beside you, “One gin, please.” Your gentle voice finally escaped your lips after days of being quiet. The barman only noded and got to work instantly.

After a bit of silence, the barman spoke once again, “You’re not from around here, aye?” He more of staced, rather than asked since it was obvious of your non Birmingham blood.

With a cross of your legs over your floor lenght pink dress, a giggle and a shake of a head escaped you, “What gave me away?”

“More than you realize, love,” The barman staced again while he put a glass in front of you. “Haven’t seen a lady wear that color of a dress here yet. Your innocence is the second thing; everyone here went through something. And third is the obvious— your suitcase. Must’ve been travelling.”

A rim of the glass kisses your lips, slightly bitter taste taking a place in your mouth. With a nod and a grin you extend your hand over to the standing man, “Name’s [Y/N]. I come from Bristol.”

“What’s a bonny lass such as yourself doing in a place like Birmingham?” His eyes carefully study your every expression but stop once door of the pub opens.

Three young men enter like they own the place. All similiar heights, same icy blue eyes and same expressions. The one on the right looked the oldest while the left one the youngest. The middle man had a calm yet stern look on his face. He seemed as he’d seen things others did not.

Once his eyes locked onto yours, you feel as your heart shattered. You look away with a cough and look down to your lap where you were already clunching your pink dress.

“A whiskey, Harry.” Three words. Three words with that voice of his was enough to make your eyes find his frame again— and yet his eyes were still located on you. He studied you more shameless than barman a moment ago.

You turn your head to Harry— suppose that’s his name— and watch as he has already purred the man a drink and placed it in front. With a hold of the glass, blue eyed man studied yours for few more moments before looking at the barman and nodding him off.

The same man gives you another glance before dissappearing after two other men to the other room. Harry seems to let out a breath he was holding and points a finger in your direction, “Don’t know how long you’ll spend your visit here, lady, but know one thing,” he leans in closer. “This ain’t Bristol no more. People here are differet— more dangerous. And there are some people you must avoid—“

You swallowed a bit of saliva in your mouth before it went dry. Every word that left Harry’s mouth got stuck in the corner on your mind.

“— and those people right there,” his finger moved to the direction of the room.” “are those people that you must avoid.”

Your head moved with together with his finger and you stared at the closed door. Laughs and glass chattering could be heard from the other side. Are those gangsters daddy told me about?

“Who—“

“It’s better to not worry your bonny head with it, aye?” Harry glances at your half drank drink and says to not worry about the payment.

As Harry went back to work around the pub, your eyes kept on glancing at the closed door every now and then. That man— that man with eyes to die for— was truly built like art.

How hard can it be to find a place to stay for few days in this town?

After hours of trying to find a good price for a shelter you simply gave up. You thought of going back to Harry and asking for a place to stay the night. Just until you find something or rather someone who’d take you in for a week.

As you walked through quiet streets of Birmingham at night, you find a bench and decide to call it a night there. Putting your suitcase beside you, you sat down, your knees touching your chest.

The night was chilly, but beautiful, truly. Your chin kissed the top of your knees as you stared up at front of you. Memories of your father’s stories filled your thoughts. He used to tell stories from his childhood here; how he played out in streets of this same town, how he went to school here, how he sneaked out the house and walked miles just to see your mother.

A smile creeper on your lips remembering the two of them. It was such a shame. Such a young little girl left alone in the world. With no one but herself to keep her safe. One of the only possession you had was your father’s gun that he gave to you before he was shipped to France. You kept it safe in your suitcase and hoped you’ll never have the need to use such a cruel weapon.

Your thoughts were interrupted by two drunken voices and wobbles. One came in front of you, while the other kept his guard behind you. Both had sick expression on their faces.

“Howdy, love.” The one in front spoke. The man tried to grab your chin, but you quickly stopped him by standing up. The other man sat you back down and came to stand next to his friend.

Your eyes scanned the two, swallowing your fears inside. Just as another man was about to grab you, a wrist came to stop him in his actions. Both men stiff and freeze in their shoes. Before you could look behind you, a voice you got to hear only once spoke up, “Go home. Both of you.” His voice was rough and quiet, but loud enough for both men to go pale.

“Aye, Mr. Shelby.” They spoke up before paddling away.

The man then gets in front, sits down next to you and takes out a cigarette. He even offers you one to what you only shake your head and look down to your lap. The two of you were silent for a while. Only sound present was the burning of his stick as well as inhaling and exhaling the smoke.

“Thank you.” You were the first one to break an awkward silence.

The man spares you a mere look before looking back into the distance and sticks the cigarette back into his mouth. After few more moments of silence, he speaks up, “You have no business here. Get out while you still can because this town will chew you up.”

Your eyes meet his and you find yourself admiring the way of his smoking which was surprising since you never liked your father and mother using same products. The way his wrist moved together with his fingers, his lips locking themselves around the thing, made your mouth water.

“Maybe I want it to chew me up, Mr. Shelby.” You heard the man earlier call him that. Soon after you’ll find that everyone here called him that—the most famous name of Birmingham and around.

So called Mr. Shelby kept his stare on you as he was trying to read your whole life history starting from the day you were born to today. You see his eyes praying into your soul, studying your features and then going down to your neck, collarbones and chest.

He lets out a simple hum as he exhales smoke from his mouth into the darkness of the night, “You will not survive,” he then stands up and stumps the cigarette to the floor. “Come. I’ll find you a place to stay tonight.”

“I don’t need your help.” You shrug and put your arms around your knees once again.

“You have two choices,” the man crounches down to your height and continues. “either you come with me or you get eaten by dogs before the dawn breaks. The choice is yours and I don’t mind either.”

Chapter two

[itzkawaiiduh]

watching u tweak over will horror stuff in the reblogs of my post is super entertaining

i know you’ve talked abt it before but if you have any thoughts about it i’m BEGGING that you share them

(leans on my car) oh nice to see you here what a strange coincidence (im sorry i love that post sm im giving u lots of roses ty for dealing w/ my insanity)

OKAY FIRST OFF MY GOD THIS IS SO LONG. IF YOU ACTUALLY READ THIS ALL GUYS I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH. I JUST HAVE SM TO SAY ABOUT THIS I LOVE THIS ASK SM

But yes! Hello, I shall !! I have a lot of thoughts, and I am a crazy fan of horror, so I incorporate some element of the uncanny into how I draw spectres.

As a horror fan, it makes me ECSTATIC to see people incorporate a more horrorish approach to the spectres, or how they draw something, but here I go! It's long, and a bit ranty.

(tldr: i call will biology boy, analog horror is based off of the alternates from the Mandela Catalogue, he cant look at himself in the mirror, the process when he duplicates is a lot like mitosis, i love seeing ppl talk about horror possibilities with Will, and in a William Wilson sort of telling, he has a doppelganger who is basically all his pent up negativity and deepest desires/everything he wants but can't have. the doppelganger mocks this)

Before we saw his duplication, me and many people denoted the process as "Willtosis" as a pun on the cell division. I nickname him "Biology Boy" because his abilities lean towards biology, so like the duplication and the mimicry. I have been sharing this one since about August, and I know quite a few people know me as "the one who draws Will's spectre all scary" So that I took the name "doppelganger" and based how I draw him off of the Mandela Catalogue, since Doppelganger is a stage of an Alternate! So all of my Will spectre art is based off of analog horror. If he can become a caricature, mold his face, change his features anytime he wants, why not make it realistic! I imagine after episode 120, he looks eerily uncanny/realistic, so I try to convey that in my artworks. Additionally, his pupils become a bit blurrier when he shifts into someone. In terms of mimicry, I imagine he can't look at HIMSELF in the mirror too long. He sees some doppelganger/someone that looks like him but is too good to be true. Is it everything he wanted? Dreamed of? It's right there, and he can't have it. He swears he looks different each time he looks at himself. I hope to write a fic where I explore selfishness with Will and the abilities he has with his spectre. He can have EVERYTHING HE WANTS. HE CAN TURN INTO MONTRESOR AND SAY THINGS IN MONTRESOR'S VOICE THAT HE WOULD NEVER SAY. Will wants validation from Monty, he will get it, even if it's empty validation. He will turn into Ada, watch her cry. CRY AS HER. Get all his emotions out. He knows what he is doing is wrong, but he knows he will never get it. So at one moment he is allowed to do what he wants: he has no roommate, so he will utilize the body mirror, and perfect his spectre. Sometimes, he gets too into the role and forgets who he is, or loses himself a bit in the process. Maybe one night as he is Montresor, his voice gets stuck as an exact replica of Monty's, and he panicks.

He gets fed up one day, and turns into a plethra of people. He shifts from person to person. Additionally, just imagine how CRAZY a Will crashout would be if he turned into Montresor, an exact copy but with something off in his face. (will crashout season 2 and will in a hall of mirrors when)

In terms of duplication, I imagine when he isn't bleeding out, his clone splits from the side of his body, like it's pain. He can feel it. The way his mind splits, the subconscious. his face contorting and the way his body is physically fine at the end, but the process is nauseating that he ends up falling to the ground while his doppelganger stands beside him.

Speaking of which, and it may have shown with the amount of times I have reblogged k3yboi's ask (which you can find here!) But in a William Wilson esque sort of telling, I imagine Will has a doppelganger who has everything he wants. The ideal, deep desires of William Wilson. And I imagine he is like Montresor, because Will loves Montresor, and looks up to him. And Will cannot have it.

It makes me ENTRALLED to see the concept of horror with Will be explored in the fandom, because I have been discussing it since summer of 2024. Additionally, it makes me a little shocked to see artists become INSPIRED with the way I draw this. I am genuinely baffled at this, but also grateful by such a thing.

Thank you for the ask, Rue!! I hope these satisfy or allow you to expand more on your thoughts! I will probably reblog this post if I ever think of more. If you ever share more of this, feel free to give me an @ ! I am not opposed to such a thing!

(OH MY GOD. THIS IS LONG. IF U MADE IT TO THE END ILY GUYS)

[queensunshinee]

Time Of Our Lives || Part 16

Part 16:

Patrick heard Liana vomiting faintly and it made him jump out of bed. "Li, is everything okay?" he asked from outside the bathroom. "Everything's great, go back to sleep," she stammered, and he sighed. He went to the kitchen and filled a glass of water, entered the bathroom, and saw her sitting on the floor, holding her hair with one hand and gripping the edge of the toilet with the other, trying to steady herself.

"Hey, baby, it's okay. I got you," he mumbled, placing the glass on the sink and sitting down next to Liana, holding her hair in place and tracing gentle shapes on her shoulder. She was shaking from the effort as her free hand also moved to hold onto the toilet.

"Sorry I woke you," she mumbled after a few minutes, not moving her head out of fear of vomiting again. "Don't be silly, is it something you ate?" he asked. His eyebrows furrowed as he handed her the water. "There was only regular milk at work, I probably drank one cup of coffee too many yesterday," she mumbled, and as soon as she finished speaking, she vomited again, and they found themselves in the same position.

"Come on," after a few minutes of this, he helped her get up from the floor. Patrick spread toothpaste on her toothbrush and put it in her mouth, starting to move it side to side. Liana could cry. She felt the tears gathering at the back of her eyes, in moments like these she remembers how gentle and sensitive Patrick can be. If he only wants to, if he cares enough.

He stood in the bathroom while she showered and didn't take his eyes off her, not in a sexual way but out of genuine concern. Because at the end of the day, Patrick loves her, even if sometimes he doesn't know how to show it.

"Shall we go back to sleep?" he asked hopefully. "There's no point, I feel better and in half an hour, I would've had to get up anyway," she shrugged as he handed her a towel. "Li, maybe you should stay home today?" he asked, even though he knew the answer. "I'm on a schedule and in a few days, the construction starts, I need to get there to fix some drawings. If I'm lucky, I might be able to leave earlier," she smiled at him. "I don't know..." he tried to protest. Just ten minutes ago, she was shaking in his hands, and now he has to let her get dressed and leave the house. "I'm fine Pat, really. I'll drink tea today, and I'll be okay," she gave him a small kiss on the lips and left the bathroom, concluding the conversation.

"Then there must be a pillar here, otherwise the whole thing will collapse, and we didn't draw it in the sketch." Art heard Liana's voice from afar, like an echo. He automatically found himself walking towards her, because that's why Art came. He didn't really care about the construction schedule; as far as he was concerned, the longer this thing took, the more time he had to come and see her work. An excuse to be close without being creepy.

"Hey," he gave a small wave, keeping his distance from her conversation but letting her know he was there. "Mr. Donaldson," she mumbled, and so did the guy working with her. Art could say that nothing happens in his body when she calls him 'Mr. Donaldson'. That formality in front of people doesn't affect him at all. It doesn't send a little shiver through him. No memories surface, and he certainly doesn't imagine that one day she might be 'Mrs. Donaldson'. He could say all that, but he tries not to lie too much.

"Miss Levy," he returned a toothy smile, and she walked towards him. "Why are you here?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "Where? On the land I bought?" he was amused. Now that she was closer, he could examine her. He wondered if he would ever get used to the fact that she needed glasses now when she worked. Or the small wrinkle that formed on the side of her mouth from the number of times she smiled and laughed. He wished it was because of him. Too many times he thinks about the number of things he could tell her that would make her laugh enough to deepen that wrinkle.

"You look... green." he mumbled after a few seconds. She was pale, even for her. "It's January, I turn green in January." she retorted. "Liana." he tried a more official tone, a bit more concerned. "I'm fine, Arthur, let it go. Can I ask a favor?" she asked, looking at him with big eyes. Making him raise an eyebrow. There are very few things Liana could ask of him that he wouldn't agree to do. She must know that by now. "Always." he said quicker than his ego was happy to hear. "Can you give me Tashi's number?" she asked and saw his surprised look. "Why? Are you trying to steal my coach for your lazy boyfriend?" he asked, feigning amusement. He didn't understand the endgame of this move. Overall, he didn't understand what Liana had to talk about with Tashi; Liana hates tennis, and from what Art knows, Tashi enjoys talking mostly about tennis. "don't call Patrick lazy, can you give it to me or not?" she didn't answer him. "Will it hurt my interests?" he asked, pulling out his phone. "I would never do that, Art." she sighed, and he sent her the number. There are very few things Art Donaldson wouldn't give to Liana Levy.

Liana waved for a second when she saw Tashi entering the café where they had agreed to meet. She couldn't help but feel tense and wondered how to calm her jittery leg. Why couldn't she just act like a normal person and be more…cool.

"Hey, Liana, what's up? Sorry if I'm late." Tashi was a bit confused. A bit was an understatement. Tashi was very confused. 'Hey, it's Liana, if you have free time, I'd really appreciate it if we could meet' was the message she received yesterday, and that's how she found herself in a café, sitting in front of the girl Art has been trying to fuck without success for God knows how long. Tashi couldn't help but wonder what Art's tennis would look like if he succeeded.

"All good. I'm early." Liana smiled. "Do you want to order something to eat?" she asked, and Tashi waved at the waiter, asking for coffee. Her energy was businesslike. Always in a hurry. Always busy. It didn't matter that she came from the rain. It didn't matter if she was cold or hot. She had no time to waste. "What's up, Liana?" Tashi asked after a few more minutes of awkward silence. "Is this about Art?" she added. "No... Art's not involved." she answered too quickly. Why did she answer so quickly? "So how can I help you?" she asked, taking a sip of the coffee that had just arrived.

"I don't have many friends here." Liana took a deep breath. She knew how it sounded. Desperate and pathetic. But she had no choice. She really didn't know who to talk to. "So... you want me to?" Tashi looked horrified for a moment. Not understanding what situation she had gotten into. "God, no." Liana's eyes widened. "Can you stop with the leg? It's driving me crazy." Tashi said. All the chaotic energy Liana was emitting didn't suit her. It almost threw her off balance.

"I'm pregnant." Liana said quietly right after she took a sip of her tea. She examined Tashi, who looked back at her. "Patrick?" Tashi asked, and Liana looked at her horrified. "Of course it's Patrick's. Whose else?!" she defended herself. "So, congratulations, I guess?" Tashi still didn't understand why she was there. Why her time was being wasted with news about her ex from years ago. If it's not Art's child, if it doesn't become Tashi's problem, why bother filling her brain with this unnecessary information.

"No. I don't want this." Liana said, and Tashi couldn't hide her surprise. "I'm Sorry, what?" she couldn't stop herself. "It was a mistake. I'm on the pill, and I really don't know how it happened. I need to stop this..." Liana mumbled. It wasn't coherent, but Tashi understood every word. "You've been together for years, Liana, I don't understand..." Tashi tried to be more sensitive. "It's just not the right time. We need more stability, and bringing a child into something like this is just not fair." she said, looking at her for a change.

"I would go alone, but I need someone to be listed as an escort," she averted her gaze as she said it. Ashamed of what she was asking from the girl in front of her, a complete stranger in her life, yet the only one she could think of. "Patrick?" Tashi asked quietly. "He doesn't know." Liana's eyes filled with tears. "Please-" she had been thinking about this monologue from the moment she found out, three days ago. "Okay" there was no need. Tashi answered immediately. "Okay, I'll go with you." she smiled the most genuine smile she had to offer.  "Thank you." they both took a sip of their drinks.  The rain outside intensified.

When Liana entered the house, Patrick was in the kitchen, and she quietly leaned on the doorframe, watching him while he wasn't looking. Thinking about what she was going to do tomorrow. Knowing it's for their own good. He wouldn't understand if she told him. He wouldn't understand, and he would want to keep it, and neither of them could raise a child right now. She knows that. She knows he will hate her no matter what she decides tomorrow. If he finds out, he will feel trapped. He will feel like she has ruined his life. Again. Little by little. Each time draining him of the last drop of joy left in him. The last drop of youth.

"Are you just staring now? Not saying hello?" he asked, amused. He had felt her gaze on him for a few minutes. "Hey," she approached him and hugged him from behind. Leaning on his shoulder and closing her eyes. "Hey, Lilo," he was confused. Not understanding the sudden closeness. The last few days had been strange, to say the least. Liana and Patrick hadn't fought even once. She hadn't been feeling well, and he mostly tried not to bother her with his presence. He was afraid of making her feel even worse than she already did, and the more he distanced himself, the closer she got. The more space he gave her, the more she sought touch.

"What are you making?" she asked quietly, not moving an inch, still with her eyes closed. "I'm pretty useless, but I called your mom, and she gave me a recipe for the soup you like," he said quietly. "You called my mom?" she asked in a half-broken voice. "You haven't been well for a few days, Lilo. I wanted to make something that would make you feel good," their gazes met.

Liana started crying, and Patrick panicked. These weren't just tears welling up in her eyes but real crying with her hands on her face. "Hey, hey, Liana. What's going on?" he gently took her hands off her face, revealing how red she had become in those seconds, how sad she was. His hug was comforting. More comforting than anything she had felt recently. "I'm such a bitch. Really," she mumbled. "Lilo, you're the kindest person I know," he chuckled above her head, tracing small shapes on her shoulder while gently rocking her, trying to soothe her in any way he could.

"I really love you. You know that, right?" she pulled away from him for a second and studied him. "Of course, I know," he replied, "I don't understand what's going on, Lil. I need you to talk to me." He was half-lost, not understanding what he did or what she did that led to this situation. "I don't say it enough, but I really love you, Patrick. More than I love most people in the world," she said again, unable to stop the tears. "I know. I really know," he replied, hugging her once more, not letting her slip away from him. "You're okay. Whatever it is, we're okay," he said, and she nodded into him.

Liana also thinks that most of the time, they are okay.

The months that passed were more of the same. Liana worked on Art's house, meeting with him once or twice a week to show him the project's progress. Every time he tried to have a conversation beyond professional matters, Liana cut him off. She owed that to Patrick. She owed it to herself and Patrick to be okay. She couldn't let herself betray him emotionally with someone who, the moment he had a hold on her emotions, her entire system would recalibrate around him again.

The calm dynamic between Liana and Patrick lasted exactly two weeks. Liana was quite sure they didn’t know how to manage without fighting to the point where she wanted to smash a plate against the wall. Sometimes they went to bed without exchanging a single word, and those were the days it was hardest for her to be near him. Those were the days she also canceled meetings with Art because Patrick made her so angry she became indifferent. And indifference leads to mistakes. She knew that. She had seen it up close.

Now, with both Art and Patrick participating in the tournament in Atlanta, Liana found herself ordering coffee and soda at the hotel bar while opening her laptop, hoping to tie up some loose ends before sitting down with Art for a few minutes tomorrow. "Hey, Liana," she heard Tashi’s voice from behind. They hadn’t been in touch since that time, when Tashi went with her. But Liana had a soft spot for the woman in front of her. She used to be so afraid of her once, trembling when exchanging more than a word with her. Today she thought she and Tashi saw each other with flaws and strengths. Sometimes Liana didn’t know what her strengths were, but she always knew Tashi’s.

"Hey," she smiled at her. "Mind if I sit for a bit while I wait for my order for Art and me?" she asked. "Is he sending you to fetch orders now?" Liana raised an eyebrow. It was uncharacteristic. "Actually, no, I saw you from afar and didn’t want his mind to be distracted." Tashi said, and Liana rolled her eyes, wanting to say something. "There’s no way I could distract him right now. Not before I finish working, nothing to talk to him about" she said, and Tashi rolled her eyes and chuckled. Liana wasn’t entirely sure if something was happening between Tashi and Art. It wasn’t her place to ask him, she wasn’t in contact with Tashi, and her parents hadn’t told her anything special as gossip as they usually did about his life. Maybe it was just friendly, and she was purely his coach, but Liana didn’t want to be in the middle of it. She wasn’t going to disrupt Art’s happiness. She was with Patrick. Most of the time, she was happy with Patrick.

"Has he ever shown you his necklace?" Tashi asked. "Excuse me?" Liana was confused. "Art, has he ever shown you his necklace?" she asked again, slower, like speaking to a child. "No, I never asked, and it’s always under his shirt," Liana shrugged as Tashi took her order. "He’s such a pussy," she shook her head from side to side, chuckling. "So dominant on the court and yet, such a coward. Unbelievable. Good to see you, send my regards to Patrick," she smiled and walked toward the exit, not giving Liana a chance to respond.

Art was terrified. He was bored, so he went down to the lobby half an hour before the time he had arranged with Liana. He was so happy he could see her in person and knowing she was also in Atlanta, that he didn’t care the only reason they were meeting was to talk about the house. But now he felt the air leave his lungs. He saw Tashi and Patrick. Holding hands. Like that. In the fucking lobby. And while Tashi didn’t owe anyone anything, Patrick owed Liana. And Art was supposed to be happy because he understood what was happening. It was Patrick. No matter how much time passed, he knew Patrick.

When he returned his gaze to where they had been sitting, after giving someone an autograph, they were gone. His heart was beating faster than usual. He felt like crying. He was supposed to be happy, but all he could think about was Liana’s face and that he was about to be someone who told her something that would make her cry. Again. He swore to himself he'd never make her cry again, but he was about to. And he hated it.

"Donaldson," she smiled at him, causing him to jump in his chair. "How did you get so startled, you were practically looking at me," she rolled her eyes, and he smiled at her. "What’s wrong?" she asked. His smile was fake. Liana hated that she could still tell if his smile was fake. "Nothing, just thoughts about the tournament." he said. "You crushed your competitor today, you’ll be fine." she rolled her eyes. "Mind if I order some wine? It’ll help me sleep." she added. He didn’t know she liked to drink wine. "Of course. I would order some too, but, you know." he replied, somewhat pleased she was allowing herself to relax a bit around him. It took her only a year.

"So, I’ll show you a few things and then let you go." she said, sipping her wine, and he nodded. "Hit me." "Question, while the computer loads." she said, and he looked at her. Liana hated how his green hoodie made the bright blue of his eyes stand out. She had never seen so many shades of blue as when she looked closely at Art Donaldson’s eyes.

"Talk to me." he leaned on his elbow, not taking his eyes off her. A little reveling in the moment. A little afraid to ruin it. A little wanting to ruin it. Because the voice in his head told him he had to tell her. Liana had to know. She deserved to know. Art deserved a chance. He would never do this to her.

"What’s the story with your necklace?" she asked, and he raised an eyebrow, quickly running a hand over the back of his neck. "There’s no story." he answered too quickly. He wanted to punch himself for it. "Arthur. Come on, what’s the deal, you didn’t wear a necklace when we were kids. Is it a gift from someone?" she asked. "Are you keeping track of my jewelry, Liana? Be careful, I might think you care about me more than you let on." he knew it would make her change the subject. He wouldn’t tell, but the blush on her cheeks and the big sip she took from her wine only made the conversation better.

"This is the final plan. They started the interior construction two days ago." she showed him a diagram on the computer, moving a bit closer to him. Close enough for her scent to hit him like a slap in the face. He wanted to dive into that closeness. To reach out. To tell her and immediately promise everything would be okay. That he would be there to pick up the pieces. He knew he could.

"I saw Patrick and Tashi earlier." he said quietly, almost in a whisper. Not taking his eyes off her. "Oh, I didn’t know they were in touch..." Liana said, not moving her eyes from the computer. "Liana," he sighed. He hoped she would understand from the previous sentence. That he wouldn’t have to say it. "What?" she looked at him and chuckled, but her smile quickly faded when she saw his expression, "Just say what you have to say, Donaldson." she said with an uncharacteristic coldness.

She knew Art too well. Every time she tried to deny it, she could precisely recognize a look he gave or a joke that no one around understood. She knew how to tell by his walking pace to a construction site if he had a good practice or if he was tired. She knew who he was at his core. And more than anything, she knew how he looked when he was about to break her heart.

"They were holding hands and then disappeared from my sight," he sighed, breathing heavily. He said it in a whisper, almost not wanting to say what had been weighing on him. "Oh." she drank all that was left of her wine in one gulp and signaled the waiter she wanted another glass, returning her gaze to the computer. "I need to finish a few things, and I believe we can wrap everything up in two months. After that, you’ll need to work with an interior designer-" "Liana." Art interrupted her and placed his hand on hers, giving it a slight squeeze. This made her move her hand to her leg.

Without realizing it, tears welled up in her eyes, and the waiter who brought her wine hurried away from the table as fast as he arrived. "Talk to me, please." he was desperate to know what was going through her mind. "It’s okay, it’s whatever," she shrugged and looked at him indifferently, letting one of her tears fall.

"Liana." he sighed. "How is it okay? He’s cheating on you." Art wanted to raise his voice. He wasn’t mad at her. He was mad at Patrick. He was mad at the circumstances. He was mad at himself. "I know what holding hands and disappearing with Tashi Duncan means for someone like Patrick, Art. Contrary to what you think, I’m not stupid." her words were almost venomous, but he knew she wasn’t lashing out at him. He knew he was the closest person right now. He was ready to take it.

"What do you think is happening here?" she asked, taking another big sip of wine. "That I’ll hear about Tashi and Patrick and go up to your room so you can fuck me until I forget all my problems?" she asked, and he almost choked on his own spit. He didn’t expect her to be so blunt. That sentence showed how long she’d been in a relationship with Patrick. He spoke through her.

"No, Liana." he sighed again. Running his hand over the back of his neck once more but this time leaving it there a little longer. "I’m content in my relationship. Shit happens." she finished the second glass in one go and closed the laptop, ready to leave. "Shit happens? How many times has it already happened, Liana?" he couldn’t believe the level of indifference. He wanted to shake her so hard that her brain would reset and go back to the beginning. To reboot her self-respect that had clearly been trampled on more than once.

"Bye Art, good luck tomorrow." she muttered and turned. This time his grip on her hand was firm above the table. She wouldn’t be able to move him. Not now. "You’re making a scene." she whispered. He couldn’t help but think about the power dynamics between them now that she was standing and he was sitting, but he was holding her. She couldn’t move as long as he was holding her. And if it were up to him, he would hold her forever.

"Look. Here." he did the only thing he could think of and pulled the pendant of the necklace over his shirt. Seeing her breath catch for a moment. "Is that...?" She couldn't find the words and automatically moved her free hand over the metal. "Yes." He whispered. His grip loosened, and he let his fingers intertwine with hers over the table without her pulling away. "Why?" She murmured, not stopping her hand from moving over the pendant, her dorm key. The key he refused to return to her time and again. Hanging around his neck. "You know why." He closed his eyes for a moment. "Why?" She asked again. Not letting go. She had to hold on to something, and he knew that if he wanted to give her a moment of peace, even if not for himself—because for himself, he would have chosen another way to tell her, to show her—that all these years, she had been his good luck charm, even from afar. Right now, she was the only one who mattered. Only succeeding in changing the way she looked at herself and what she thought she deserved. "Because I’m yours. I’ve always been only yours."

Oh my god!!! I hope it wasn't too long. I feel like so much has happened in this part, but we are finally in Atlanta. What are you thinking guys? We've got a bit more Tashi on this one. I love hearing from you, so talk to me. Thanks for still reading and commenting. It means the actual world. 

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Spiderwoman!Yunjin × Villain!Reader, enemies to lovers trope 👀 it could be any villain you want:3

HOLYY SIGMA. I’m so sorry I was busy w my exams and I’m glad you asked me another request (PLEASE DO MORE!!) I was running out of ideas. YOU ASKED N I SHALL DELIVER again thank you so much for supporting me! I’ll do a part 2 on this if you want to

Web of hearts

Spiderwoman!Yunjin x Villain!Reader

Warnings: Violence(not tm) , Morally Grey Characters , Enemies to lovers , Themes of Betrayal and trust ,KISSING!!, mention of struggles

“Web of Hearts”

The city glittered like a jewel under the night sky, its lights painting the horizon in hues of neon pink, electric blue, and sharp gold. Above it all, Yunjin swung from rooftop to rooftop, her Spiderwoman suit sleek against her figure as the cool night air rushed past her. Her thoughts were sharp and focused: you were out there, and she wasn’t going to let you slip away this time.

You had been the bane of her existence for weeks. A mysterious Villain whose crimes were as clever as they were chaotic—art thefts, tech heists, even the occasional explosion just to “make things interesting.” No one had ever pushed her this far, and she hated—no, she couldn’t stand—that you always got under her skin.

Tonight, though, she was ready. She’d tracked your movements, intercepted police chatter, and narrowed down your target: a shipment of cutting-edge technology being smuggled through the city. She perched on the edge of a skyscraper, her masked eyes scanning the streets below like a hawk.

Then she saw it. A sleek figure darting through the shadows of an alley, a bag slung over your shoulder. You moved like a phantom, quick and silent. But you weren’t quick enough.

Yunjin fired a web, and it zipped through the air with precision, yanking the bag from your grip. She dropped down in front of you, landing with a thud that echoed through the narrow alleyway.

“Predictable,” she taunted, twirling the bag in her hand before webbing it to a nearby lamppost.

You stepped out of the shadows, your leather-clad figure illuminated by the dim light. Your mask covered the lower half of your face, but your amused eyes betrayed your emotions. “Predictable? That’s rich coming from someone who keeps playing into my hands.”

Yunjin’s head tilted slightly, her lenses narrowing. “Big talk for someone who’s about to be webbed up like a fly.”

You laughed, low and teasing, before lunging at her. The alley erupted into a whirlwind of motion. Punches, kicks, and flips—it was a dance neither of you could win nor wanted to lose.

But this time, you managed to pin her against the wall. Your hands braced on either side of her head, your bodies too close for comfort.

“Why do you keep chasing me?” you asked, your voice softer now, but no less challenging. “There are bigger, badder villains out there. You don’t even know my endgame.”

“Maybe I like the challenge,” Yunjin shot back, her voice steady despite the fluttering in her chest.

Your eyes gleamed as a smirk tugged at your lips. “Or maybe you like me.”

The words hung in the air, heavy and charged. Yunjin faltered, just for a moment, but it was enough. You grabbed her wrist, twisting out of her grip, and spun her around so she was now the one pinned. She gritted her teeth, frustration bubbling up—not just at her failure to gain the upper hand, but at how close you were. She could feel the warmth radiating off you, could see the sharp curve of your jaw under the mask.

“You’re insufferable,” she muttered.

“And you’re obsessed with me,” you countered, your voice dropping lower, sending an involuntary shiver down her spine.

You reached up slowly, your gloved fingers brushing against the edge of her mask. She stiffened but didn’t stop you. “You don’t have to hide, Yunjin,” you murmured. “I’ve known for a while now. You’re not as sneaky as you think.”

Her heart pounded in her chest. She should have been furious, but instead, all she could focus on was your voice, your proximity, the way her name sounded coming from your lips.

“You’re bluffing,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Am I?” you whispered back.

The tension between you snapped like a web in the wind as you leaned in and pressed your lips to hers. For a moment, the world disappeared. The city, the mission, the chaos—none of it mattered. Her body reacted instinctively, her hands finding their way to your shoulders as she kissed you back with a fire she didn’t know she had.

When you pulled away, she was breathless, her masked eyes wide with shock.

“This doesn’t mean I’m letting you go,” she said, her voice shaky but firm.

You grinned, stepping back into the shadows. “Sure, Spiderwoman. Catch me if you can.”

And then you were gone.

The kiss haunted her.

Days passed, and every time Yunjin closed her eyes, she felt the ghost of your lips on hers. She hated how easily you’d gotten under her skin, how much she thought about you now.

Still, she couldn’t let it distract her. You were a criminal—a dangerous one—and she had a job to do. But the lines between duty and desire were blurring in ways she couldn’t control.

The next time she found you, it wasn’t because of police chatter or clever detective work. She stumbled upon you while patrolling the city. You were perched on the roof of an abandoned building, staring out at the skyline like you owned it.

She didn’t hesitate, firing a web that wrapped around your arm and yanked you toward her. You stumbled, caught off guard, but quickly recovered, flipping to land gracefully a few feet away from her.

“Didn’t think you’d come back so soon,” you said, brushing off your sleeve.

“You make it impossible not to,” she shot back, her voice sharp but lacking the venom she intended.

You tilted your head, studying her. “You’re different tonight.”

“Don’t flatter yourself.”

You chuckled, stepping closer. “I wasn’t. But now I’m curious.”

She tensed as you closed the distance between you, your presence as intoxicating as it was infuriating.

“Why do you care so much?” you asked, your tone softer now. “I’m not some maniac trying to destroy the world. I have my reasons.”

“Reasons don’t excuse what you’ve done,” she said, though her voice wavered.

“Maybe not,” you admitted. “But you’ve never asked why. You just assume I’m the bad guy because it’s easier that way.”

She froze. It wasn’t like she hadn’t wondered—your crimes were always precise, your targets specific. But she’d buried those thoughts beneath her duty to stop you.

“Why, then?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

You hesitated, and for the first time, she saw a crack in your confident façade. “I’m not ready to tell you. Not yet.”

Her eyes narrowed behind the mask. “Convenient.”

“It’s the truth,” you said, stepping even closer. “But you could find out. If you really wanted to.”

“Stop playing games,” she snapped, though her heart wasn’t in it.

You smiled, leaning in until your faces were just inches apart. “I’m not playing. Not with you.”

And then you kissed her again. This time, it wasn’t impulsive—it was deliberate, slow, and full of unspoken words. Her resolve crumbled as she melted into you, her hands gripping the front of your jacket to steady herself.

When you pulled away, her head was spinning.

“You’re impossible,” she muttered, though there was no heat in her words.

“And you’re irresistible,” you countered with a smirk before disappearing into the night once more.

The pattern continued. Every encounter blurred the line between enemy and lover until Yunjin couldn’t tell which was which. You’d tease her, push her buttons, and then leave her reeling with a kiss that left her questioning everything.

Eventually, she realized the truth: she didn’t want to stop you anymore. She wanted to understand you. And maybe, just maybe, she wanted you to understand her, too.

But could she ever truly trust you? Could you trust her?

The next time you met, under the pale light of a crescent moon, the air between you was heavy with unspoken words.

“Why do you keep coming back?” she asked, her voice trembling.

“Because I can’t stay away,” you admitted, your voice raw.

She stepped closer, her hand reaching up to gently pull your mask away. For the first time, she saw your face—your full face—and it took her breath away.

“I don’t know how to stop this,” she whispered.

“Maybe we don’t have to,” you said, your eyes searching hers.

And for the first time, Yunjin didn’t fight the pull between you. She let herself fall, trusting that, somehow, you’d catch her.

[ofstarsandvibranium]

Precious Truths: Part 14

Fandom: Bridgerton

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x F!Reader

Summary: After your father finds out you’ve been writing under a male pseudonym, he threatens to marry you off to an atrocious man unless you find yourself a husband within a month’s time.

A/N: yall i still can't believe sophie is asian. im so frickin happy dude. yerin is gonna be amazing. i just know it. anyway, enjoy!

Series Masterlist

You hide behind your hand as you snort with laughter. Benedict is beaming beside you. Hearing your laughter again makes his heart soar.

After your mother-in-law granted permission for his visitation, he immediately prepared himself for the trip to France. He was excited to see you, but he was also nervous. Therefore, he dragged Eloise with him. His younger sister wasn't in the mood to witness another pair of lovesick fools, however, she had never been to France. So she took up the opportunity to regardless. At the moment, a part of her regrets accompanying her brother.

"Hang on, how did you not know she was married?" Eloise asks Benedict.

"I never saw her wear a ring and her home didn't seem like a man lived in it!"

You chuckle, shaking your head, "How is it you always find yourselves in such situations, Ben?"

"Because he is an idiot, Y/N," Eloise responds and you laugh. Your laughter even brings a smile on Eloise's face, "Sorry to change the subject, but I hope you have been well, Y/N."

You softly smile at the young woman you always saw as a sister, "I'm getting better, Eloise. It definitely helps that you and Ben are here," you rest a hand on Benedict's and Eloise's, "Your company was very much needed."

"Always here to help," Benedict says softly.

"You didn't say long you'll be staying here for."

"Madame Montclair has allowed us a week, unless you grow tired of us."

You scoff, "I will never grow tired of you, Ben," realizing what you said you add, "And you, Eloise! Don't tell your siblings, but you two are probably my favorite Bridgertons."

Eloise hums, "Oh, please, Y/N. We already knew that," she bumps your shoulder with a cheeky grin and you two giggle.

Benedict watches as you and Eloise discuss your current works. Every once in a while, you'd turn to him and ask him a question. And every time your eyes fall upon him, the world goes quiet and he feels at ease.

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Benedict gets along well with your mother and father-in-law. They, too, are fond of the arts and are in deep conversation with Benedict and his time at the academy here in France.

You can't help but feel a sense of pride fill you as Monsieur and Madame Montclair laugh at Benedict's jokes, praise him for his successes, and, overall, displays an openness to him. However, James had told you that is just how your mama and papa have always been. Good people.

Their relationship often makes you think if that's how your parents would have turned out if your mama hadn't passed early on. Would your father still love and care for you? Would he be happy and proud of your success as a writer?

The thought of him made you lose your appetite. You place your fork and knife down with a frown, immediately bringing you to the attention of papa.

"Are you alright, ma fille?"

"I apologize, I've suddenly lost my appetite. Is it alright if I step outside for a moment?"

Mama nods, "Yes, of course. Shall one of us go with you?"

"I will be alright. It'll just be for a moment, excuse me." You look to Ben with a nod and then to Eloise. Everyone watches as you exit the dining room.

Benedict clears his throat, "Forgive me if this seems inappropriate, but how has Y/N been doing from your perspective?" he asks the older couple, "She's only told me that she has her good days and bad days, but nothing truly more than that."

Madame Montclair sighs, dabbing at her lips with her napkin, "It is true. Much like my husband and I, Y/N feels as though she has accepted her life without James. Other days, it's hard to even go about her day without being stricken with grief. But as the months have come and gone, I think she is slowly healing. Her desire to go back out into the world becoming stronger and stronger. She will be going back to London after your visit."

Benedict and Eloise look at each other in surprise, "She hadn't told us that yet."

"Ah. Well, I apologize for that. I'm sure she was going to tell you. But I do think it's good that you two are here. I can already see she's happier."

Benedict softly smiles and nods, "Yes, well, my sister and I care a great deal about Y/N."

"That much is very clear, Mister Bridgerton," Monsieur Montclair says, "And I hope when she returns to London, you continue to care for her. We, too care a great deal about her." The older man gives a stern look to Benedict, one like a father scolding a son.

Benedict nervously clears his throat, "Yes, of course, sir."

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You're sitting on a bench outside, letting the air cool you. You're not sure how long you've been out there, but Benedict comes out with concern etched all over your face. He sits beside on the bench, hand grabbing yours to warm them, "Are you alright?" he asks, using his breath to warm your now cold fingers.

You sigh, "Yes. I'm sorry to leave dinner like that."

"It's fine. I just want to know what happened."

"Just watching James' parents made me think of my own. They made me wonder if, had mama not died, would they end up like that? Happy and proud of me? Would papa still love me and admire my work rather than scold me and cast me aside?"

Benedict squeezes your hand, "I understand. I, too, often think about how life would be if my father didn't pass. But I think it's best not to dwell on those things. If you get too caught up in it, you miss out on the wonderful things that are happening now right in front of you."

You hum, looking down at your fingers intertwined with Benedict's, "My aunt once told me after my mama passed, that in death, there is life. New beginnings. I suppose she is right. After mama's death, started my desire to publish my writings. With James' death, he brought you back into my life." You stare into Benedict's eyes, seeing how soft they are as they look back at you.

You find yourself leaning closer and Benedict is too, "Ben-"

"Everything alright?" you hear Eloise as she approaches and you two immediately create some distance between each other.

You clear your throat and look over your shoulder, "Yes! We were just about to head back inside."

"Very well. Make haste, it's cold out!"

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Your almost kiss with Benedict kept you up that night. You've been mentally scolding yourself for your weak resolve. He had only been staying with you for a few days and you are already throwing yourself at him. Your heart has always been weak when it came to Benedict. Even after falling in love with James, your love for him never compared to the love you had for Benedict. You always knew this.

However, it hasn't been a year since James had passed and you're already moving on with another man. You can't in good conscience do such a thing to James like that, even if he already knew how your heart had always belonged to Benedict.

Still. You need to control yourself around Benedict no matter how much your heart yearns for him.

[messiahzzz]

You’re one of the most annoying people on this site. And that really says A LOT because WOW! Shut the Fuck up about Gale wanting to be a father or not. He never says that he doesn’t want to be one. You projecting things onto him doesn’t make it Canon.

on a serious note: i’m certainly not the one that continuously brings up this topic unprompted. i personally really don’t understand the entire controversy around the topic or why fandom feels the need to rehash this conversation almost weekly. i truly believe that there’s nothing more of value to learn from it, to address, or add to it… yet fandom won’t let it rest.

to once again clarify: what i mean by “gale wanting to be a father isn’t canon” is that there is no evidence/neither hints anywhere in any of the dialogue that support the contrary. characters like h*lsin, w*ll and la*’zel have entire adoption subplots. all of them mention their children explicitly during the epilogue:

narrator: *your soul warms thinking of lily aurora ravengard, your adopted daughter. a treasure of a girl, found at the entrance of the open hand temple - one grey eye, one brown.* w*ll: ah, the girl could melt the staunchest heart. she might even have brought a smile to old withers' face! w*ll: but tonight is for us - and lily's only four months of age, besides. i promise, the temple will keep her in good care.

player: and our little hatchling? is he safe? la*'zel: of course. i have complete trust in our newest allies. xan is in fine hands tonight. la*'zel: what a wonder he is. he will be a fine warrior, if he chooses. or a poet, or an explorer, or a scholar.

h*lsin: being away from it... i cannot help but worry how they will fare in our absence. player: we'll be back before they know it. h*lsin: i hope so. the children shall miss their bedtime tale tonight - though perhaps i can glean a few new stories from our friends here, to make up for it.

even shad*wh*art has a line where she briefly mentions that children might be a possibility for her in the future.

shad*wh*art: and i get to see my parents almost every day - i need to make every moment with them count, after so much was stolen from us. but they're doing well, [...] shad*wh*art: who knows? perhaps they'll have grandchildren before long.

gale in comparison? he has none of that. he remains childfree during the entirety of the game + epilogue. in fact, his line in the epilogue that addresses the topic of grandkids is this one:

tara: this is why mrs. dekarios and i will be waiting an eternity more for grandchildren. nodecontext: self-pitying gale: psst! shoo, tara. nodecontext: shooing away tara like one would a naughty cat.

i already wrote a post about this entire discourse here [x] but to repeat myself once more: all of the dialogue that vaguely addresses the topic of children in any way in regards to gale are these snippets

player: gale… how would you feel about having another person in our relationship? gale: what, like a child? i’m not quite sure i’d consider myself father material, plus our current lifestyle isn’t exactly what i’d call settled…

gale, upon spotting oliver during their game of hide and seek: ah, i have you! just a shame i don’t want you.

gale treating the children the group comes across with respect isn’t an indicator either. this is a courtesy gale extends to everyone he meets. he’s a character that approves of a protagonist who systematically commits good deeds. whether it’s sparing animals, helping without compensation in mind, or aiding children. wanting children to be cared for… and you know… for them not to die is common etiquette that every adult should extend to a child in need. those are not “dad goals!!!” it’s quite literally just basic human decency. gale is genuinely kind and caring to everyone he meets, there is no reason why this also wouldn’t apply to children.

i often see fandom mention his encounter with mol at last light and how excited he is to talk to her. which i think greatly misinterprets the context of the scenario since he didn’t have much of a reaction to mol before either — gale is ecstatic about lanceboard. again evident by his reaction to the party finding the life-sized board during the wyrmway trials, and how he immediately offers to give tav pointers. explaining different approaches to them in enthusiastic detail if they allow him to. the man just really likes lanceboard… as well as being the smartest person in the room.

gale: ah, lanceboard! why, this might just be the highlight of our misadventures to date.

gale: lanceboard happens to be a game with which i have more than a passing familiarity. might i offer a suggestion? nodecontext: gale's a badass lanceboard player, anticipating showing off

if you want to headcanon your tav and gale raising a big family together that is more than fine and no one is stopping you. whatever you want to happen to these two after the storyline of the game is up to your respective fantasies. no one is policing you on what you should do with your own character. go wild and create whatever fan content you wish, no justification required.

yet once again, as there is no mention in canon anywhere — neither in the main game nor the epilogue — that this is something gale would ever want (whether that may mean immediately or somewhere down the line) gale wanting to be a father remains a headcanon. while gale being childfree is explicitly shown in the game, in strict comparison to other companions that either have children by the end of the game or voice the desire to (eventually) have them.

my personal preferences are of no relevance here whatsoever. i care about accurate and correct characterization and will point out inconsistencies/false information no matter the topic. i, for one, want to appreciate these characters in the way they're written, not how i ideally want them to be.

[sn0wcr0ws]

More Crowfish hcs For the Soul

Authors Note: Minors please dni! Mentions of nsfw later on thank yoooou ✨ (also not proof read at allllll lmao these are my unedited thoughts!)

Getting Together

I think it would be sylus to bring up the idea originally. Either because he couldn’t bare to not be with mc, or he’d sympathize with rafayel. After all, sylus is closed off but not evil.

The point he brings up? It must be difficult to let yourself feel the full extent of your unbridled love for someone when their soul is split with another.

Rafayel, stubborn as always and doesn’t admit at first that sylus is right. He’s actually a little pissed off at the notion. He didn’t want to share what he decided was “his”. Oh absolutely not—however, as time passes he can’t help but actually feel the physical pull that sylus held.

This whole argument went on for moooonths. Mc would invite sylus to one of raf’s art shows (they’re friends at this point; she has no idea what sylus and raf have been talking about) because she knows sylus has a love for the arts. All the poor girl wanted was for her two (again at this time) friends to bond! All the while sylus would corner rafayel to plead the “she had two hands! Why must we both suffer!” case.

Eventually after forever of arguing back and forth and pleading cases, sylus wins. Rafayel can’t really ignore the truths of the matter. So, then they finally have to tell Mc what’s been going on and she h o w l s with laughter.

The two men she’s been fond over for while both want to be with her?? Awesome! Kinda saves her ass because she herself was battling emotions on having a crush on both men and didn’t want to accident hurt either in the process. It’s a win win win.

Naturally the relationship is kind of…awkward at first. Sylus and Rafayel argue sometimes, mostly due to the power struggle.

Sylus is domineering; rafayel is a brat. It takes a couple months for those two to work through the growing pains of the relationship.

Like, those two would argue over little things—maybe bicker would be the better word. Never in bad faith! Just a “but I wanna take charge :((“ mentality

Once they finally settle into routine Mc can finally breath and enjoy her two boys to the fullest extent.

Sylus falls into a silent role, peacefully watching his lovers interact with passerby’s with a small smirk on his face. He’s still sassy as ever, but true joy stems from watching his puppy and kitten frolic about.

Raf keeps his dramatic persona. In fact, his theatrics get worse!! What do you mean we can’t hang out 24/7 and go on dates every day!! Outrage, outcry!! He simply cannot sand for this injustice!

No but in all seriousness the time Raf has with sylus and mc is his most cherished times.

About once a week, sylus, mc, and raf have at least one day set aside where all three of them either stay in or go out. If it’s a stay in week it’s usually some wacky movie chosen by mc herself, and too many (luxury) snacks to count. If it’s a going out week all three of them will spend an hour or five getting ready to hit the latest, probably expensive, cocktail lounge in town. (Which is kinda funny because raf usually gets the most drunk on accident; it’s extremely cute).

For maybe—-the first maybe 3 months pda is actually pretty tame. Little curt kisses here, hugs there.

But maaaaaan once the new relationship jitters are worked through sylus and raf both become menaces. I mean—serious menaces.

We’re talking sneaky make outs and hands on thighs, we’re talking cute but slightly suggestive pda.

In the Bedroom

WOW IS MC!! GOOD LUCK MY POOR SWEET GIRL. Sylus; unhinged. Rafayel; also unhinged but needier about it. Whatever shall she do ;;

Okay but actually sex with them also comes with its own growing pains. At first it’s just mc and one, or the other. It takes a lot of time, and a lot of communication before the three of them sharing the bed was even an option.

Sylus being sylus wanted nothing more but to be in control at first, his first time with rafayel by themselves was the biggest learning curve. Him and raf were just so—out of their own elements within each other. Sex wasn’t for pleasure but for education funnily enough. Mc definitely picks slight fun at em’ for it.

Rafayel’s biggest struggle when it came to sex with sylus was—learning what pleasured the both of them.

So, through trial and error, the two of them eventually figure out what makes them both tick; which in return paves way to many many nights spent with Mc.

Sylus always tries his best to be the last to cum. He’s made it a game lmao. How long can he last while experiencing the most intimate parts of both his partners? Who’s to say. Its funny. Really. Especially when Mc and Raf realize what’s happening and gang up on him one night.

For Sy his favorite part of being intimate it’s watching Raf eat you out like a starved man while’s deep inside the man. The way Rafayel whimpers inside mc is enough for Sylus’ mind to go blank and completely let go.

Now Rafayel—his favorite part about sex is making sweet love to Mc while making out with sylus. Something about kissing sunshine trying to focus on her is so—intimate. It’s raw, and emotional like a carefully crafted poem.

Oh, and at some point he convinces sylus to bottom for him—and that’s is a game changer.

At the end of the day, they’re both attentive and go for so long Mc isn’t sure how she’s still walking most of the time. Conclusion? Three love sick idiots.

[charrl3yy]

Hi, if you follow, are friends with or support @/becki-here in any way please block me. (❗TW: mentions of grooming and inappropriate content❗)

I saw a lot of people who follow me also interact with her a lot. It makes me really damn uncomfortable but I do understand some people could have not been aware of the situation.

I know this is from a while ago but i just became more comfortable to speak up about this. big thank you to @emj4yart for actually making a post on it on twitter → https://x.com/EMJ4YART/status/1903583866943938745?t=rYSYM8f5OC3wvOy9UaNR-w&s=19

it basically explains the situation. (context: there is a 16 year old, whose identity shall remain private, who's friends with Becki and is encouraged by her to post NSFW. Becki also reposts lots of NSFW herself and while warning about the content in her bio, she still interacts with minors.)

i don't know if i should or shouldn't mention but she's also a proshipper and likes incest/rape fanfiction and art. none of this is private or anything by the way. I accidentally came across it and felt sick to my stomach. If she privates this stuff, I just want to say that I have all the proof needed so if anyone wants to see just DM me.

again, if you support anything in this behavior, DO NOT INTERACT WITH ME!!!

(#'s for reach. she is known in the onceler/lorax fandom the most.)

[conundrumoftime]

Ring-temptation thoughts and Galadriel

The three bearers of the Rings of Power in the late Third Age, upon the suggestion that they should take the One Ring:

Gandalf:

[Speaking to Frodo] 'But you have been chosen, and you must therefore use such strength and heart and wits as you have.' 'But I have so little of any of these things! You are wise and powerful. Will you not take the Ring?' 'No!' cried Gandalf, springing to his feet. With that power I should have power too great and terrible. And over me the Ring would gain a power still greater and more deadly.' His eyes flashed and his face was lit as by a fire within. 'Do not tempt me! For I do not wish to become like the Dark Lord himself. Yet the way of the Ring to my heart is by pity, pity for weakness and the desire of strength to do good. Do not tempt me!'

Elrond:

[Boromir is speaking] 'Valour needs first strength, and then a weapon. Let the Ring be your weapon, if it has such power as you say. Take it and go forth to victory!' 'Alas, no,' said Elrond. 'We cannot use the Ruling Ring. That we now know too well. It belongs to Sauron and was made by him alone, and is altogether evil. Its strength, Boromir, is too great for anyone to wield at will, save only those who have already a great power of their own. But for them it holds an even deadlier peril. The very desire of it corrupts the heart. Consider Saruman. If any of the Wise should with this Ring overthrow the Lord of Mordor, using his own arts, he would then set himself on Sauron's throne, and yet another Dark Lord would appear. And that is another reason why the Ring should be destroyed: as long as it is in the world it will be a danger even to the Wise. For nothing is evil in the beginning. Even Sauron was not so. I fear to take the Ring to hide it. I will not take the Ring to wield it.'

Galadriel, when Frodo suggests it:

'You are wise and fearless and fair, Lady Galadriel,' said Frodo. 'I will give you the One Ring, if you ask for it. It is too great a matter for me.' Galadriel laughed with a sudden clear laugh. ‘Wise the Lady Galadriel may be,’ she said, ‘yet here she has met her match in courtesy. Gently are you revenged for my testing of your heart at our first meeting. You begin to see with a keen eye. I do not deny that my heart has greatly desired to ask what you offer. For many long years I had pondered what I might do, should the Great Ring come into my hands, and behold! it was brought within my grasp. The evil that was devised long ago works on in many ways, whether Sauron himself stands or falls. Would not that have been a noble deed to set to the credit of his Ring, if I had taken it by force or fear from my guest? ‘And now at last it comes. You will give me the Ring freely! In place of the Dark Lord you will set up a Queen. And I shall not be dark, but beautiful and terrible as the Morning and the Night! Fair as the Sea and the Sun and the Snow upon the Mountain! Dreadful as the Storm and the Lightning! Stronger than the foundations of the earth. All shall love me and despair!’

Galadriel, when Sam suggests it:

[Sam speaking] 'But if you'll pardon my speaking out, I think my master was right. I wish you'd take his Ring. You'd put things to rights. You'd stop them digging up the gaffer and turning him adrift. You'd make some folk pay for their dirty work.' 'I would,' she said. 'That is how it would begin. But it would not stop with that, alas! We will not speak more of it. Let us go!'

(Sam's suggestion there is easy to overlook coming right after the much more dramatic 'all shall love me and despair' moment, but I find it really interesting as an insight into her.)

One thing I like about all this is how you can feel the effects of the Ring tempting each of them through the person suggesting they take it. Frodo is telling Gandalf that he's only a hobbit, 'not made for perilous quests', and Gandalf is wiser and more powerful than he is, and Gandalf immediately recognises this for the tempation it is: 'the way of the Ring to my heart is by pity, pity for weakness and the desire of strength to do good.' Elrond gets: the fight against Sauron wouldn't be as hopeless as you fear it is, all the peoples of Middle-earth would be able to come together again and fight him, if we only had the courage which you could give us here by taking that ring. And Galadriel gets 'you are wise and fearless and fair', and then immediately after that, 'you'd put things to rights.'

Another thing I like about this is that Galadriel effectively gets tempted with the Ring twice, in succession, from Frodo and then from Sam, and that Sam's comes immediately after she's already refused it in the most conclusive way possible:

Galadriel: I have been tempted by this for thousands of years and now, finally, I reject it once and for all. I have passed the test.

Ring: okay I hear you, but...

And the third thing I like is how different Galadriel's response is to the other two. Both Gandalf and Elrond know enough to be horrified by what they might do with that kind of power but are quite vague in the specifics: they know how the ring would target them, they know they would not be able to resist its corruption, and they know they'd end up like Sauron, and beyond that it feels very much like an It Does Not Bear Thinking About Further thing.

But Galadriel has definitely thought about it and says as much. Galadriel's response is more detailed, more personal, and much more of a definite future than a vague and threatening hypothetical. (Even the way they describe it: Gandalf: "Over me the Ring would gain a power still greater"; Elrond: "he would then set himself on Sauron's throne, and yet another Dark Lord would appear"; Galadriel: "you will set up a Queen. And I shall not be dark, but beautiful and terrible as the Morning and the Night!")

Galadriel has her Mirror which shows her visions of possible futures, so it makes sense that this would seem more immediate to her; quite possibly she's seen all this. (I have more to say on this re: Galadriel's Mirror but that's for another post because this one's getting quite long enough as it is.)

And finally, I like that what Sam offers her is: 'you'd put things to rights'.

She's been in Middle-earth for thousands and thousands of years at this point, fighting the long defeat; and here's her big temptation of all the power she's sought; and here's the test that she finally passes; and then here's Sam with a little postscript afterwards, and he's not even offering her 'you could defeat Sauron' or 'you could re-establish all the great kingdoms of the elves', he's saying she'd sort out the Shire if she could.

And she says yes! Yes she would, she'd be really good at it, those people would absolutely damn well pay if she was in charge... but, alas, that's her gateway drug to becoming a tyrant, so: thanks but no, Sam.

[rekino2114]

Confessing to fem. Herlock sholmes

A/n:One of the first characters I wanted to do a genderbent post about without being requested to was herlock sholmes cause he's one of my favorite characters ever. Credit to mi_zu_no on Twitter for the art, and sorry if it's cropped weird since originally it was of all of the main cast genderbent

I'll change herlock's name to Harley

Being the great detective's partner was....an experience, while you certainly didn't expect her to be so...eccentric to say the least, you couldn't deny that those quirks of her didn't make her fun to be around. you also noticed that you two made a pretty great team when it came to solving cases. Overall living with her was a great experience, and maybe you had started seeing her in a way different than just a friend.

Little did you know that Harley had started seeing you in that way too but too scared to confess never acted out on her feelings, something that iris didn't fail to notice

"Harley, we need to talk"

"What is it, dear iris?"

"Do you like y/n....romantically?"

The detective fell down in surprise before quickly getting up

"Whatever makes you say that?"

"I mean, it's pretty obvious. You're always ranting about how amazing he is and how handsome he looks, to be honest I'm surprised he didn't notice"

"I see my detective skills must have rubbed off on you, my dear girl. You are indeed correct. He has taken my heart"

"Then why don't you just tell him?"

"And there lies the issue! you see telling him would be very risky, what If he doesn't feel the same, I couldn't look at him again if he rejected me"

"I'm sure he does too. Have you seen how he looks at you when you're together?"

"I actually didn't pay particular attention to where his eyes looked, probably because I was too lost in them ahahaha"

"......You're hopeless sometimes Harley"

"Why yes, hopelessly in love"

"Hey girls, what are you talking about?"

"Oh hi n/n, Harley here was saying-"

"Nothing you should take note of, my dear fellow. More importantly, I could sense my great detective's instinct tingle when you walked in here do you have something to tell me perhaps?"

"I see you're as observant as ever, indeed I came here to tell you-"

"Hush! I thought you'd learned by now, my good friend, that once the train of reasoning has started, it cannot be stopped. Now sit back for you will have the pleasure to witness Harley sholmes logic and reasoning spectacular"

".....really?"

"Don't we usually do this together?"

"Indeed but today you will be the victim of the great detective's deduction, so shall we start?"

Harley started to dance around you as usual

"First of all, we must notice you have quite the red complexion on your face, and I don't think it's something coincidental either. It's clearly something coming from deep in your body"

"W-well-"

"Secondly, I see that on your face. Not only is a red hue but also some water dripping down your forehead, do you mind explaining why you're sweating on a London winter evening, my dear fellow?"

"Alright I guess I should tell you i-"

"There is no need for words, for I have already deduced everything...... you have come here to tell me you were sick and had a fever"

"............"

"............"

"I see you two are too stunned to speak"

"That's....one way to put it"

"*sighs* You're just as great as always, Harley, but you're wrong. I'm fine but I did want to tell you something"

"Go ahead then, I trust no one else but my great partner to correct me"

"Well, the reason why I was so red and sweaty was because I was very nervous it's not the first time I feel like this around you, but today especially I really needed to tell you why: .......Harley I think I love you

"Ah I see, that was my second id-.....WAIT WHAT DID YOU SAY?"

The blonde woman fell in a comical way much like before, but got up quickly and looked at you with her usual smile and a slight blush on her face

"Pardon my yelling but that was a very surprising revelation you had there"

"Yeah, sorry if you don't feel the same but you're just so beautiful and smart not to meet incredibly fun to be around, you always put a smile on my face. I just needed to get that off my chest sorry"

"No need to apologize y/n for I think.....I may feel the same"

"Really?"

"Why yes, you're handsome, kind and can match my intelligence and.... admittedly hard to deal with personality, I would be a fool not to accept your confession"

"Oh, thanks so much, I suppose now I'm the great detective's partner in more ways than one"

"I couldn't have said better myself my dear now how about making our relationship official with a kiss"

She wrapped her arms around you and pulled you into a deep and passionate kiss

"That was great"

"I couldn't agree more"

"Oh, that was wonderful. I'm so happy for you two. I must start writing the manuscript for next month's issue, the readers are gonna love a romance plot"

"And this calls for celebration, I'll get my violin and play a sweet melody for our love"

"I'm sure it will be great I love you Harley"

"I love you too my dearest"

[momo-shut-the-fuck-up]

Hi, sorry if this is random, but I keep seeing your LM posts and your male style characters are so???? pretty???? they literally look perfect! Ive been trying to make a more male style character in LM but i cant for the life of me figure out how to make it not look weird and uncanny. could you tell me your tips and tricks?

Not random dwdw. Isa long post cuz i cant help but yap, i shall put it under readmore. EDIT DID I FORGET THIS POST IN MY DRAFTS. DAMN. soz

I wish i could give u specific tips, but 1. Idk how ur guy looks like so idk how to fix him and 2. i generally try to aim for basic "male" features. Narrower hips and wider shoulders, thicker arms (his wrists are fuckin massive cuz u cant individually adjust the size of the models biceps/forearms, but he looks weird with the thinner arms, so i just live w it... they look worse from other angles just trust me bro)

U prolly already use this but just in case, turn on the 'advanced' thing in the corner, so u can actually do more things. It was life changing when they added it frfr lol

The changes in some sliders are super minute, but if ur like me and love fuckin about w sliders for 7 hrs, it should b fine lol (exclusive lil styling i never posted here just to make the left image smaller, ignore him. Oh actually, it would b good to note that yes hairstyle matters, but makeup too. Lots of eyeliners/eyelashes make ur avatar look much more feminine and weird. I try to go for eyeliners that turn downwards, for example. I have some favorites, I can share em if ur interested)

For the face itself, i made the chin wider (no sharp chins here no siree), mouth and nose as wide as possible (yes thats how wide it goes. I keep tryin to makeit wider u cannot. Sob.) and the eyes

I actually redid him a bit since downloading to my pc, but guess what? I can't save shit on pc version :)) i need to hound customer support about it..

<- og, new ->

Made his eyes a bit smaller and higher up, pupils smaller too, mouth more downturned. One thing i rly wanted to focus on is the 3/4th view cuz he had that weird dip in his cheeks and whenever i took pics it pissed me off... I'm much happier w him on the new ver but i cANT SAVE HIM GRRAHHH anyway this aint even a tip im jus complaining

Other small things that really help, thicker eyebrows, smaller + higher up eyes, thicker neck, longer face. More pronounced browbone as well, within reason. When tryin to make a guy in a game that only rly expects you to make girls u gotta pull out all the stereotypes yk?

It's very much a product of me doing the exact same minute tweaking in my own art, so i have an eye for making it balanced. Don't b scared to use reference if u cant figure it out. Usin asian idols or actors would help, bcs the models in this game are based off beauty standards in asia... u aint ever gonna b able to make a western lookin girl, let alone a guy. (I tried to make my black friend in here..... hella hella hard, only rooooughly resembles her pfft)

Lastly, It took me a long time to actually get to this point. As i said, i keep tweaking him to this day, change things that i didnt notice the first time, or if i changed my mind about others..... play around w stuff.

I would give u my guy to dress up if u want, but i legit think i cant anymore since i moved to pc.... as i said i need to go hound the devs.... but ur free to use him as ref if u want.

(also, add me in game perhaps? I'd love to have more male avatar enjoyers in my friends list lol)

[dcdreamblog]

Would it be appropriate to ask about your co-workers?

I have been sitting on this one for a WHILE, taking my time to get everything together because I think this is a really good "excuse" to expand the scope of things a bit. Plus I wanted to make sure I got as much of this from the proverbial horse's mouth as possible. Gave me an excuse to really get to know my co-workers and make myself neighborly. So I'm going to profile the people that I work with the closest down below the best I can. The only problem is I'm not super comfortable pasting photos of these people all over the internet so we're all going to have to deal with my art and pretend its not a crime against the visual medium ok? Ok.

Also I saved this for my birthday (5/1/25 barring some sort of unforeseen catastrophe) as a gift to myself since I was excited to write and a gift to your Krins for being my best customer ;P

(I know, I KNOW. Let's just ignore my art and move along shall we)

Ahmed Gustseriev - Security.

Gender: Male

Place of Birth: Nazran, Ingushetia, Russia (Former USSR)

Nicknames: The Fridge Favorite Superhero: Red Star

This one might end up being the shortest because I already did a whole post on Ahmed not too long ago! But as you can see from my..."rendering" he really is trying to connect with his Muslim roots after retiring from his near lifelong role as a Rocket Red as seen by his full beard and traditional papakha head covering! I really cannot do justice to how much LIFE is evident on this man's face when you're looking at him. Just by looking him in the eye you notice a dozen wrinkles and scars that tell you he has been put through the meat grinder more than once and the only thing that happened is the grinder got shredded in his wake. We call him "The Fridge" because he stops people cold just by looking at them and because he is LITERALLY wider at the shoulder than our office fridge. Whenever any of us are having a problem with an attendee we don't even have to call him over before he's pushing his shadow down on top of the trouble maker like it weighs a ton. I have never, EVER seen an instigator argue with him. I can only recall a handful of times he's had to actually speak to someone he was escorting out of the building. Before I go too far into making him seem like an unapproachable badass, he really does make me feel as safe as possible at all times. He's the reason I can always stand my ground face to face to police, to conspiracy theorists, he's always backing us up and he's proud to do it. Also he really likes tea. ALSO ALSO he has asked me to say that he has four cats, he says anyone familiar with Muslims will not be surprised by this. Bless 'im.

Mandy McManus-Washington - Engineering

Gender: Female

Place of Birth: Fawcett City, Pennsylvania, USA

Nicknames: Mandy Marvel Favorite Superhero: Mary Marvel

Is there a problem needs solving? A bench unlevel? A drinking fountain on the fritz? Is an electronic making a really annoying noise on your rounds? Is your life just plain a little bit too boring today? Get on that walkie talkie and call up Mandy Marvel! Does anyone remember the multiple times I have spoken about the intense and almost disproportionate pride that people from Fawcett City happen to have for their community? Mandy is why, even if she is on the far northern extreme of Fawcett pride her existence is demonstrative. She has a lightning bolt band "necklace" tattoo along her collarbone with matching versions on both wrists and ankles and a bullet tattooed in flight on both shoulders and thighs just in case we were ever worried she forgot Fawcett's original #1 heroes. She has black fingernails, piercings in her nose, tongue and three in her ears, I have never once seen her without a pair of fingerless gloves and a pair of grey overalls that may or may not be surgically attached to her. She seems to subsist on photosynthesis, Monster Energy and making every piece of machinery in her line of sight sit up, shut up and say uncle. She will never be satisfied with her day if she doesn't exit the building with a few extra centimeters of soot DIFFERENCE from the few centimeters of soot she walked IN with. She's a wild energizer to be around, my job will never be boring while she and I work in the same place and she's just so friendly. She always wants to talk, wants to joke, wants to share and she just brings a buzz to any conversation no matter how mundane.

Gwen - Occult Consultant

Gender: Genuinely No Idea

Place of Birth: Ditto

Nicknames: I Don't Even Know if GWEN is a Nickname Favorite Superhero: Rose Psychic

This one is slightly cheating because Gwen doesn't actually work here at the Perisphere. No, I know Gwen because of this blog. When I started to get questions of a magical nature which is far, FAR beyond my area of education I started tugging on some threads to see if I could find a guiding hand so I didn't make a fool of myself. Gwen so graciously offered their services after we met up at a little coffee shop I cannot remember the name of and that does not seem to exist at the address that I went to. Strange.

Other than that Gwen's great! Any time of day or night if I happen to have a question of the arcane variety I can shoot it off to them and start talking through it. These conversations started to drift over time and it turns out we're into a lot of the same anime and the like and ever since then we've been hanging out outside of work. We've been trying to complete one escape room a week and its been a blast. You make friends in the strangest spaces I suppose.

I don't know much about Gwen, like the bio up above implies. I don't pry and the surface details aren't as obvious as some people would like to think. They have thick glasses, a dark coat and a mohawk. They're also missing the first joint of the pinkie on their right hand. Oh AND their favorite My Hero character is Kyoka. Gwen you can't get mad at me for saying that when you have THREE Kyoka key chains attached to your wallet!

Rodney "Rod" Rosenwein - Youth Tour Guide

Gender: Male

Place of Birth: Brooklyn, New York, USA Nicknames: שְׁרִיר/Shemrir, Hebrew for Muscle Favorite Superhero: Seraph

Finally we get to the guy I work with closest in any given work day. Where as I am the tour guide for our full, multi hour, beat by beat tour. Rod is the guy in charge of giving our abridged tours and, most importantly, is the person put in charge of school trips or other large gatherings where there are expected to be children present. He does this with jaw dropping aplomb, oftentimes I will hear him crack a joke from all the way across the hall and I almost half the swallow my tongue to keep from losing my shit in front of my much more serious/much less fun tour groups. Rod is from Brooklyn, making him the only native New Yorker among us. He's Jewish as evidenced by the bright silver Star of David that he always wears hanging down in front of his t shirt. He has a MONSTROUS head of black hair that usually cover his dark brown eyes. He also has an outside hobby of BODYBUILDING which is something he can always find some way to show off, especially because the casual nature of his tours puts him in a lot more t-shirts and khakis compared to my collared shirt and slacks.

If I had to define him by one thing it would be a kind of...sardonic kindness. He is always making sarcastic quips to see the reactions of the people around him but its impossible for it to escalate because of the smile that always accompanies his jokes. He's, for instance, the only one who can make Ahmed crack a smile on a regular basis. He's always encouraging to his coworkers and to the students who are placed under his supervision. I have never seen someone who can so easily inspire kids of any age to look at our defenders in a new light. Even if his puns are terrible enough to make me want to throw things sometimes. These are just general overviews but that's the fun part, this is them giving me permission to open the floodgates so to speak. If you folks have questions that you think might better be answered by one of them, want to know more about them, or just want to see what they'd say, that's an option that we have now. Happy Birthday to me! And here's to the greatest job in the world!

[sombrathedragon]

I almost forgot-

warning, LONG

Okay so I’m going to give you as in depth a character summary as possible about the main character of my best friends series, Protector!

all art by said Best Friend, @faymaker

Name: Stella Erebus Busanna

She’s the daughter of Nyx and Erebus! It’s difficult to tell due to the lack of color for this but her hair is similar to the starry night painting by Vincent Van Gogh!

Now for some character details

Growing up Stella was kind of pampered, having loving parents and a closely knit family, never knowing much about the outside world, and never felt the need to as well! Alongside her family, she also had a teacher who would often take care of her, named Azazel, with her coming to see him like family as well

When Stella was 8 years old on her birthday, her parents were taken by what I can only described as a soulless sin against creation itself, during which Stella also was given a horrific scar after trying and failing to fight back, with this monster carving a star shape into her head all the while mockingly singing “Happy Birthday.” During this she also lost her close teacher Azazel, the beast crushing his heart in front of her.

That however was not Azazels end, as he signed a contract for him and Stella so that he shall act as her protector and almost like an extension of herself in many ways

After her parents were taken, Stella was passively raised by some of her siblings, but mainly by Azazel taking care of her, and becoming like a second father to her

She also grew up heavily loving more fantastical media, with them shaping her whimsical nature and her constant optimism, with this optimism being reflected in her goal to one day find and save her parents, and to be like the heroes she saw on TV and in her books

Stella couldn’t quite do much yet however, as she was still a child at this time, and instead would have to continue her childhood, including being taught by her family and Azazel, who luckily were smart people, allowing Stella to still have a solid education because of it.

For 6 years, the only people Stella really knew where her family and Azazel, though she would many tomes go to the surface to buy herself snacks, she rarely if ever was able to connect with others…you can only imagine how lonely that truly makes someone

Her dreams would come to be realized when she was about 14 years old however! With her being scouted by the lovely Goddess Hestia, who offered her enrollment in Altor Academy, a highly respected school where when one graduates, they become a God. Stella eagerly accepted, only realizing shortly afterwards just what agreement she made…AND BEING EXCITED FOR IT.

Finally she could truly see the outside world! Finally she could meet other people! Finally she can…have a chance to find her parents.

When she would get to Altor she would meet all kinds of people! People from all around the globe from every mythology you can think of! To out a cherry on top of it all, she was even made team leader of her group, that she’d go on to name Team Virago!

Now that that’s out of the way, let’s get into some of her friends(and other types) mainly her love interest, rival, and teammates!

that she meets in Altor Academy! Starting with possibly the most important one, The Son of Apollo, Solaris Kitrinos!

(Yes, he’s an underaged smoker, there’s a whole backstory to it trust me)

Solaris is our stories deuteragonist! And is Stellas rival, friend, and later, boyfriend!

When Stella and Solaris first met, they DESPISED each other. Solaris saw Stella as nothing but a high class piss ant trying to act like hero, while Stella saw him as a thief who takes from whoever he wants.

Due to both of these people being ever so slightly crazy, this escalated horrifyingly fast, but luckily was calmed down by a character I’ll get into soon after.

The two would often be forced to work together after this as well, with their two teams being partner groups that would do missions together, and over time the two would develop a truce between one another, and overall respect and friendship, soon followed by a mutual crush between each other, which later blossomed into full on romance

I could keep going, but you’d be here all day if I went into every detail about everyone-

A quick fact about him, his best friend is his cousin Malakai Hermalao, son of Hermes and Hecate The Mother(there’s a whole thing with it I promise I or my friend can elaborate if ya wanna know)

Next up, since I mentioned her before. The Daughter of Zeus and Hera, Elizabeth Vermillianos!

She is Stellas “Rival” but in reality she’s more like her role model, everything Stella wants to be and more! At first Stella expected Elizabeth to be hiding something, but quickly realized she’s as genuine a paragon as she puts on, and not just doing an act for others to appear better.

Elizabeth also helped Stella be more comfortable in wearing more “feminine” colors, like pink! With Stella having once acted like she was against the color due to some of the negative stereotypes behind it, Elizabeth soon helped her realize she can easily embrace that part of herself!

Overall, Elizabeth is someone Stella greatly looks up to, and looks up to throughout the entire story!

An interesting fact for her, she uses 3 main weapons! Thunderbolts(separate from her fathers I imagined), a chain whop, and a buster sword!

Next up, Stellas teammates! Starting in order of when I believe she meets them

First up, The Daughter of Huracan, Agua Ribeiro!

These two were fast friends, in part due to them both being very kind and overall outgoing people. Agua acts as the team healer and backfoot of the group(in the literal sense, she full on refuses to use her hands for combat)

She’s a very compassionate person who hates seeing others sad, in part because seeing others happy makes her happy in the process, so she does whatever she can to make others feel happy!

An interesting fact for her, she’s completely fire proof! No kind of fire has any effect on her!

Next up, the daughter of Agni and Svaha two normal people! The totally wasn’t adopted Aiden Yadav!

This gal has a fiery personality whose explosiveness is matched only by her airheaded nature and inability to realize she very visibly isn’t the kid of an irish immigrant! She’s the big attacker of her team and does that role VERY well!

Despite her more fiery, she’s actually pretty nice to be around, and when ya get to know her is a very good friend!

Unless you’re Thana Mikka, then you two are probably like each other’s least favorite sister-

Interesting fact for her! She frequented multiple dojos growing up trying to get stronger, and aside from very very very few, was near unmatched even by her teachers

speaking of Thana Mikka!

The Daughter of Izanami, Thana Mikka

I almost accidentally pressed X at this moment and had a heart attack, luckily I didn’t!

Anyhow, Thana is one of Stellas closest friends! She’s initially very aloof and seemingly unemotional(trust me, there’s lore behind that(and the eye)). She’s actually quite witty when ya get to know her, even if she often accompanies herself with self doubt, she will always do her best to assist her friends so that she never loses them.

An interesting fact, 2 for her, since I know damn well Blaze’ll kill me otherwise!

She used to know a small red demon boy when she was much younger, and often still thinks about him fondly(why am I being coy about this? it adds flair damn it, that’s why!)

She uses a scythe as her main weapon! Not only that however, she is also able to SEE out of the scythe!

And finally, Stellas best friend, Yokka

They’re someone who initially DESPISES the divine(tbh, who wouldn’t?) and was in a state of constant annoyance and anger when they joined Team Virago initially. However, Stella chipped away at that demeanor over time, and helped them become a more whole person in the process, overcoming their hate and helping them feel a more complete love for life as a whole, helping them also learn to truly befriend others and enjoy life, instead of living as though everything might end your life, and that you must constantly be on alert.

It’s part of this that then causes Yokka to act as a secondary protector(eyyyyyy) for Stella, and help her also develop more nuanced ideas on others, and how to truly see her role as a protector in the process.

an interesting fact about Yokka, they have an extremely long Katana(iirc about 6 feet) that is made of something known as chaos magic, that Yokka can then separate into 2 smaller katanas made of dark and light magic respectively

they also have a laser eye-

and that’s all for now! depending on how you feel about it I’ll be sure to send more!

Oh, and most importantly, follow @faymaker and look at her art tags for more character designs and artwork!

Oh wow this is actually such a cool story!! :0

I like how she included children from all different gods instead of just Greek gods :]

Although I have a small question. Shouldn’t Stella and Elizabeth already be gods? Because both of their parents are gods :p

But overall seems really neat !!!!