#i think i like this pen/coloring combination

[sholangagaga]

Another random piece I did, Michael Afton!

Post SL, he's just a funky synthetic/human combo that has a strange obsession with coffee

[dresshistorynerd]

Sewing 1890s Day Dress in Doll Scale

I went slightly overboard with this second historical doll project. Here's my first one. The style is from around 1897 and more of a middle class style. As with my first doll outfit, I tried to stick to historical methods as much as possible, but the scale forced me to do some deviations. I hand-sew everything though sewing machine was already widely used, because in this scale it's easier to control the stitch, there's not that much to sew anyway and also I just really like hand-sewing. Here's all the items I made. As said, I went a little overboard. One thing that's missing is the corset cover, but the layers of fabric were creating enough bulk on the waist as is so I decided to not make one.

This time I decided to try repainting the face. I don't have any doll customization materials, so I used acrylics. After couple of attempts I got decent results. Acrylics can't make as smooth and delicate finish as pastels, pencils and gouache, which can be used on vinyl with basing sprays, and I'm not experienced with painting small details on 3D objects, so it's a bit smudged at points, especially with the other eye. I aimed for 1890s very neutral make up and the type of expression that was popular in fashion plates and other illustrations.

Undergarments

Combinations and stockings

The combinations are split crotch as they were in the period. They are from thin cotton voile I have a lot of and is very appropriate. I didn't have really tiny enough lace for this, so it's kinda bulky, but I think it's okay enough. The stockings are cotton knit, which fits well. The garters are not actually necessary for this doll since her legs are rubbery.

Corset

I made the corset from a firm-ish linen and satin rayon pretending to be silk as the fashion fabric. The stitching of the boning channels is not super neat, this fabric is very unforgiving, I didn't have exactly matching thread and the scale made it very difficult. I of course didn't have tiny busk, so I used small hooks, sewed thread loops for them and used narrow metal wire for the edges. I think it looks surprisingly right on the outside. I used the same wire as the boning to reinforce the lacing on the back. I didn't actually use boning elsewhere but the tightly packed linen edges in the boning channels kinda work like lighter boning. I think it keeps the shape pretty ways even with just that. I stitched cotton tape inside to shape the corset further. I also didn't have tiny metal eyelets so I hand-sewed the lacing holes.

Bustle pad

The bustle pad is from linen and stuffed with tiny cabbage.

Petticoat

The petticoat is from the same cotton as the combinations.

Outer wear

Skirt

The fabric is cotton half-panama. It's pretty thin, but firm. I would have liked to use a woven wool, but I didn't have any that's thin enough to work in this scale. I think this cotton looks close enough in this scale to a wool with a tight weave, so I'm imagining it's that. My problem was that the cotton was white, but I wanted light brown. I wasn't going to buy any fabric for this, so I did the reasonable thing and dyed it with red onion peals (I've been doing natural dye experiments so this worked well for me).

Shirtwaist

The shirtwaist is from the same cotton as the undergarments. Yes, I dyed it too. I didn't have thin enough cotton in a color that would fit with the skirt and the purple bow, so I dyed it light blue with fabric color. Since I already went the trouble of dyeing I decided I might as well make a small flower print to it since that was popular in the era. I didn't want it to jump out too much but the lighting makes it even less visible. I made it with a white fabric pen. The collar and cuffs are reinforced with linen. I also sewed small stick-like beads to the cuffs on both sides, so one acts as a button (I sewed a buttonhole too) and the other makes it look like they are cufflinks. The bow is from the same fabric as the corset and the belt is sewn from the same cotton as the shirtwaist. The buckle is from a barbie belt.

Waistcoat

The waistcoat is from the same fabric as the skirt, thought the lapels and the back are from another satin rayon. I tailored the front panels and the lapels by stitching the linen interlining with tailor's stitches (I don't remember if that's the correct word in English) into shape. There is some wonkiness on one side of the hemline for some reason.

Boots

I made the slightly insane decision to make the shoes fully from leather, like they would have been in the period. I had an old broken leather wallet I had saved in case I needed some leather scarps. It has fairly thin leather, so it was workable here. It's light brown though, so I used black shoe polish to darken it. I wanted black or very dark brown shoes. I stacked the heels from glue and leather pieces and carved them into the right shape and sewed the shoe itself to leather shaped as the sole and glued it to the heeled and shaped sole. After I had shaped the shoes and the heels as much as I could I painted the heels black.

[sleepyparalysisdmon]

Let Me Hear You Say

The three times that Minghao resists confessing, and the one time it accidentally slips.

Word count: 1.9k

Warnings: mentions of alcohol consumption and being drunk.

This is part of the Three Times series. This one is inspired by this reaction.

One

“I’m here!” You bust into Minghao’s studio, tossing bags, a coat, and half a dozen other things down in a chaotic mess. “Traffic was terrible,” you moan, collapsing onto the small couch in the corner. 

Minghao looks unimpressed with your dramatics as he peers over his canvas at you. “You sure do know how to make an entrance,” he muses. “What kind of trail of destruction did you leave on the way here?”

“Just a few things knocked over, I don’t think anything broke this time.” Some might think you’re joking, but Minghao knows you’re serious. You’re a bull in a china shop on a good day, and an F-5 tornado on a bad day. He secretly thinks of these comparisons affectionately. “What are you working on?” 

“I don’t know, to be honest. I had some colors in mind and I just went with it,” he mumbles, stepping back to see what he’s done. You join him glancing over the canvas. You give him a wide smile. 

“I like that shade of blue.” 

“So predictable,” he chuckles. “Make yourself useful and mix me some more of it then. And don’t waste paint.”

“No promises!” You exclaim, taking his palette from him and going to the work bench that holds all of his paint collection. When you hand the palette back to him a couple minutes later, he examines the color closely. It’s so, so close that it’s nearly imperceptible. Bull in a china shop that you are, combined with the skills in some arts that you lack, he’s kind of proud of you that you’re willing to stand still and focus long enough to get so close. He doesn’t have the heart to correct you. He never does when he can tell you’re really trying. 

But you’re pouting anyway, glancing between the palette and the canvas. “It needs more white.” He holds the palette above your head when you reach for it. 

“No, it’s fine. I told you not to waste paint. It’s so close I barely noticed.” 

You smile, though it doesn’t quite reach your eyes. “You’re just saying that. It’s obviously too dark. Give it here. I’ll add a little more white.” 

“No.” Minghao is already dipping the brush in the color you mixed. “I like this one better anyway. Don’t forget the ratio you used. I want you to write it down.” 

“Okay,” you sing, grabbing a pen and paper from his work bench. Once you’re done, it goes it the collection of Y/N’s Colors, a special little spot in the corner stacked high with little scraps of paper. He wonders if you notice how often those colors reappear in his works. Probably not, which is just as well.

Two

It’s Minghao’s day off and you drag him to the art gallery. You say there’s a new collection that you’re interested in seeing. It surprises him, because it’s usually him that’s dragging you to places like this. It’s usually too quiet and not exciting enough for you, and you bounce on your feet, trailing behind him until he’s ready to go. 

This time, you’re many paces ahead of him on the sidewalk, turning excitedly to get him to hurry up. “Since when do you rush for something like this?” Minghao asks, watching you bounce up the stairs to the entrance. 

“You’ll see.” Your eyes are a little wild. You grab his hand and start tugging him like he’s not moving fast enough. Usually you both would start at the beginning and slowly make your way through the room, but you’re tugging him somewhere in the middle. You come to an abrupt stop and he nearly bumps into you. “This is the one I wanted to show you.”

You point to a photograph. It’s black and white and a little out of focus, but that’s the entire point. He recognizes the style and doesn’t really need to look at the little placard underneath the photo. “You didn’t tell me you submitted something,” he admonished, admiring your work. 

You sort of squeal and shake his arm. “I didn’t think they’d accept it. I found out yesterday,” you talk fast. It’s only because he’s known you for a while that he can keep up with your motor mouth. “I guess someone had to pull out last minute and mine was a back up. It’s small, but isn’t it cool?”

“It is,” Minghao says genuinely. “This is great, Y/N. I’m proud of you.” He pushes you towards the photo. “Come on. Pose for a picture.” 

“Oh, no Minghao. You know I prefer to be behind the camera,” you whine, resisting his shove. 

“I won’t post it. It’s just for me,” he promises. You sigh, standing next to your piece. He snaps a quick photo before you decide to bolt. He lied a little. He didn’t post it on social media, not even his private accounts. But he did get it printed and framed for his studio. He hangs it up high so you won’t be able to reach it and get rid of it easily if you ever notice it. 

Three

Woozi whistles when he flips through the pages. Minghao spins in the chair, waiting for a response. It’s not too often that he presents lyrics for the group’s use. He’s better at other forms of media, primarily visual aspects. Still, sometimes he tries his hand at it and gives it to Woozi to do with it what he will. 

“I could use some of this,” Woozi finally says. “I’ll credit you if I do.”

“Don’t bother,” Minghao waves off. “You know that’s not what’s important to me.”

“I know,” Woozi chuckles. “You make it pretty obvious what’s important to you.”

Minghao raises an eyebrow. “Yeah, my focus is performance and choreography.”

“I know that,” Woozi rolls his eyes. “I meant, it’s obvious who all of these are about. You should really do something about that.”

“I’m not sure what you’re talking about,” Minghao says shortly. “They’re just lyrics. They aren’t that serious.”

Woozi hums, though he looks a little bit entertained. “Denial is a really strong start, but not very convincing though. What’s so wrong with just telling her?”

“Tell her what? She’s just a friend.” 

Another eye roll, and Woozi goes back to his computer. “Fine, have it your way. You can deny that, I guess, but you can’t deny the writing credits you’ll get.”

Minghao leaves the studio before he can be roped back into that conversation. 

Four

Later that night, he agrees to go out with some of the members for drinks. He’s distracted and keeps taking whatever is handed to him, drinking faster than he normally would. He’s busy replaying the conversation with Woozi in his head. He’s never said it out loud, never admitted it, and no one has ever called it out so blatantly either. He’d always preferred it that way, maybe because then it doesn’t feel real and he can shove it to the back of his head to deal with later, or never. Something about Woozi’s direct comments make it hard to ignore, makes it feel real and it’s a little suffocating. 

He’s nearly asleep at the table when he loses the grip on his glass. His eyes snap open, scrambling for it, but it’s not that it’s slipped. Rather, a hand his tugging it away. He recognizes the hand because he’s watched it mix paint for him more than a few times. He releases the glass and puts his head in his hand, rubbing away the headache that’s formed somewhere between his eyebrows. 

You rub his back, voice teasing. “Having fun?” 

“Loads,” he mumbles. “What are you doing here? I thought you had to work.”

“I did. I’m already off. Jun called and said you might need a ride home,” you say lightly. Minghao checks his watch and groans at the time. He’s lost hours dozing at the table, it seems. You laugh, patting his back. “Come on, you can crash at my place. It’s closer.”

He lets you throw his arm around your shoulder once he’s standing and he hopes it doesn’t look like you’re carrying him, though you kind of are. You help him into the car and even buckle his seat belt. If he were sober, he’d never let you do that, but he’s a little overwhelmed by how nice you smell when you lean in close. He must doze off during the drive, because he wakes up to the smell of your perfume again as you’re leaning over him to unbuckle him. 

Inside your apartment, you help him out of his shoes and help him lie down on the couch. “Feel like you’re going to be sick?” He shakes his head and prays it will stay that way. “Okay, be right back.” In what feels like both a spilt second and a hundred years, you reappear with a bottle of water and a few aspirin. “Take these, get a head start.” He does as you say and then curls up into the pillow. A fluffy blanket comes over him. 

“Thanks. Love you.”

You laugh and the sound makes the corner of his lips turn up. “I think that’s the first time you’ve ever said that. Who knew you’d be such a sweet drunk?”

“Just to you,” Minghao mumbles. 

“Aww, am I special?” You chuckle, brushing back his hair. 

He hums in agreement. “Yep. Love you. In love with you.”

You guffaw, standing up. “Okay, honey. Get some rest.” He’s pretty sure he’s asleep before you even turn the lights off. 

He wakes up the next morning to the smell of coffee. It’s strong, mostly because when he opens his eyes you’re waving the mug under his nose. He rears back, groaning at the sudden movement because his head is pounding. You laugh, placing the mug in his hands. “Aspirin is on the table. Take some more. Breakfast is coming up.”

Later, in between bites, you ask, “So did you have fun last night?”

“I don’t know,” Minghao mumbles. “Don’t remember much to be honest. I didn’t do anything stupid, did I?”

“It depends,” you smile, taking another bite. “Does confessing your love for me count as stupid?”

Minghao chokes on his coffee, nearly spraying it across the table. “I did what?”

“Yeah,” you say casually. “I don’t know if it was the alcohol talking, but you said ‘love you’ twice, and then ‘in love with you’ once. It was very sweet. You’re very sweet, even if you didn’t mean it.”

Minghao’s silent for a long time and you let him be, probably thinking he needs a minute to collect himself from the embarrassment. But you’ve got it all wrong. He kind of wishes he had the liquid courage he did last night. He can’t really look at you when he says, “I meant it.”

You stare at him for a few long seconds before finally smiling. “Good.” You’re up on your feet and he never knows how you have so much energy, but you’re bounding around the table and cupping his face, pressing the smallest peck to his lips. 

He’s momentarily stunned before he’s pushing you back. “Oh, come on, Y/N. I haven’t even brushed my teeth yet.”

“I have a brand new one under the sink. You better hurry.” He does, jumping up to run to the bathroom. He can hear your laugh echo down the hallway and thinks this will probably the first and last time he’ll ever be relieved to have gotten drunk the night before. 

[amymbona]

I love you so much. Seriously, you are so precious.

Can we address the fact that art can be so mean? Like, that sauna scene is so extra and wild. The meanest boy ever with literally no reason.  So I was thinking about a reader, being actually a good girl, kind and shy and nice and pretty and everybody just loves her and art is going bananas over it because he can't stand her, and he's so mean and manipulative and kinda crazy kinda want her to "show her true colors 'cause he's not buying the good girl act" kinda wants her to be his, but after he MAKES HER his. Molding that pretty thing to behave how he wants.  sorry if you can't match my freak it's fine it's cool I won't cry :( 

User I love you so so so much *kisses your forehead* 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶 I'll definitely match your 𝔣𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔨. That's what I'm here for! Perhaps I could make this a little series. 🤭🤭

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Art is so crazy for you. He adores the thin ribbons at the end of the braids you usually wear, tied into two neat bows. He has the collection of your plaid miniskirts etched into his mind, knowing exactly what kind of low cut tops you combine with them. Sometimes, you're dressed in so little clothing - one of your short skirts and a stupidly thin blouse that shows more than it hided - that he questions whether you're still comfortable, and considers offering you a hoodie of his.

You're a kind soul too, not hesitating to lend people your pens if their runs out of ink and stops writing, generously offering whatever the person next to you might need. Somehow, you seem to carry whatever could be missing. You're so soft spoken, encouraging people and comforting them if their exam doesn't go well, always laying your palm on a person's shoulder to rub it and bring them a sense of comfort. And people adore you for that, their faces shine when they spot you in the corridor and you smile at them. You are the Stanford's sweetheart.

And sometimes, Art can't help himself but stare at you in the class, chewing onto the end of his pen, wondering whether that smile is permanently etched onto your face. Because even now, when you're simply sitting and listening to the lecture, there is such an aura of grace and easiness glowing around you, as if you were made to convince the whole class that they have nothing to worry about and everything is going to be okay. You're simply too soft for your age, in his eyes, too benign for the people you hang out with a too gracious in general. All, as if you were hoping to get something in return, even though you never ask for it.

Art is tempted to find a crack in your shell, to discover who you really are, because he's definitely not buying the good girl act. So he gets to work. Being Art Donaldson, he approaches the whole situation cautiously, surprising himself with his own patience. However, he's aware that if he really wants to get as close to you as possible, it's gonna take some time. Even despite your friendliness, you surely can't be naive enough to let him in with a simple smile.

He is a mastermind, of sorts, accidentally forgetting his pens or erasers and asking to borrow one from you. You respond with a usual smile and a soft "Of course," and let your fingers graze his palm when you hand him one. He's so tempted to keep it by the end of the lecture, as if to keep a part of you with himself. But he can't do that yet.

Slowly, Art figures out most of your schedule, showing up in the cafeteria or the campus' park where you might currently be. Some hi's and hello's are exchanged between the two of you, accompanied by a cute smile on your face. The more you smile at Art, actually, the more he is tempted to wipe that expression off of your face. He wants to see you cry, to see you scream and whine and beg and yell, to finally see the walls you've built up around yourself fall and uncover your true self.

Soon, without actually planning it, Art becomes obsessed with you. But not with the gentleness or your actions, nor the generosity of your innocent soul. Definitely not with your kind smile and big eyes. On the contrary, he wants to see them fill with tears, he wants them to be red and glossy while they look at him. He wants you to either encourage him to keep hurting you or beg him to stop, squirm and whine and protest, that you can't take all the pain he's about to give you. As long as you are below him, helpless and vulnerable, he will be content with his doings.

[greeneyessmize]

Penolise analysis time!

Show Penolise had to break so we can get a healthy Penolise. Let's talk it out.

I think we really need to see how the dynamic of Penelope & Eloise's friendship was unhealthy for both of them.

- Penelope deferred to Eloise's thoughts and wants almost all the time. She might try to cajol Eloise to her way of thinking, but it was nearly always a gentle thing that she easily let go. She never fully contradicted Eloise and put her foot down.

- Penelope deferred to Eloise out of fear. Who was Penelope's one friend that she was able to be close to in a socially acceptable and public way? Eloise. As someone who as a bullied kid got down to only one friend at times? I sure did my best to always be on their good side no matter how I felt about things. No matter the cost or what hurt was still held.

- Eloise has been encouraged to have her voice, to have it loudly, and has been rarely contradicted in any meaningful way even in her own family. She thusly values her own opinions above all. She states herself that she just can't understand why others don't see the world like her. And her cutting comments to nearly everyone around her shows that if full HD color.

- Eloise is the fifth of eight children. Even as the second daughter in that brood, she doesn't have much say over things that matter in the home or in her family. So, she stretches for every scrap of individuality and independence she can find. She has to be different at any cost. And she must always be right.

These factors combine into what we have witnessed in the show so far:

- Penelope clams up to keep peace with Eloise as much as she can, she keeps LW a secret because she must have something somewhere where she is in charge and allowed to express herself freely and actually influence people and events. She gets that nowhere else in her life.

- Eloise runs rough shod over any dissent from Penelope because Pen is so mild in her disagreement that it can't even penetrate Eloise's ego. It's always Eloise's ideas, Eloise's adventures, Eloise's desires. And since they are hers, surely then must also be Penelope's too.

When Eloise discovers that Penelope is LW, not only does it feel like a betrayal for the scandals revealed by Pen, but it shatters the mirror she assumed Penelope was.

Eloise has to learn that Penelope was always her own person with separate thoughts and feelings and ideas and triumphs. She has to learn to listen. She can't yet, but she needs to listen to Penelope's story, all that she ignored and all that Pen withheld. Moreso, she needs to try to understand why Penelope has written the things she has. This will be the only way for Eloise to start to grow up. Eloise has to learn that her perspective is only a small part of her relationships with other people.

Penelope needs to show Eloise who she really is. She has to be comfortable showing when she disagrees. She has to give herself permission to be herself. This is hard because to Penelope, she is only loved conditionally. She is only loved by her mother for doing as she is told and for briefly having Debling's attention. Her sisters never even gave her that. Her dad? Pretty much absent. And the second Eloise found out she was LW? Gone.

I think when they finally manage to perform what I outlined above, that we will see Penolise 2.0 and it's going to be so much better. It can have balance, it can have understanding, and be a deeper friendship than either of them knew was possible.

[yuurei20]

Twisted Wonderland 2nd Novel translations (pt2)

(first post has run out of space 💦)

Cafeteria Meeting "Cater is seated next to Riddle. Deuce sits beside him and asks, 'Clover-senpai isn’t with you?'"

Meeting Jamil and Kalim (pt1) "‘Why Jamil, Kalim. I did not expect to see you in the cafeteria.’"

Meeting Jamil and Kalim (pt2) "‘Information gets around quickly.’ ‘We just so happened to hear about it. May we bother you for the details?’ In response to Riddle’s inquiry, Jamil narrows his eyes."

Meeting Jamil and Kalim (pt3) "Jamil waits in silence for the conversation to pause, and then continues once more."

Riddle and Unique Magics "‘It's not something that just anyone can do. But the foundation for unique magic often lies in common, basic spells. A mage takes those spells and combines or improves upon them as needed.'"

Grim's Realization (pt1) "‘Magic that can control other people's movements? Man, if I had a unique magic as convenient as that, I'd be controlling the teachers to make every day a self-study day.’"

Grim's Realization (pt2) "‘…Cay-kun thinks Grim might be on to something here.’"

Ruggie Escape (pt1) "Though Yuuya had been hoping that their last class of the afternoon would somehow never end, today it concluded exactly on time."

Ruggie Escape (pt2) "With everyone situated Cater begins with, ‘Let’s get straight to it. Ruggie-kun, do you know anything about this?’"

Ruggie Escape (pt3) "As Riddle does not know the nature of Ruggie’s unique magic, he will need to make the first move."

Ruggie Escape (pt4) "Ace and Deuce immediately look down at their own breast pockets—their magical pens are gone."

Ruggie Escape (pt5) "They are attracting onlookers, now, who further trip up Grim and the others."

About Riddle (pt1) "‘I kinda envy you though, being able to respect your housewarden like that.’"

About Riddle (pt2) "‘Ah!’ Deuce suddenly exclaims aloud, looking to Yuuya for support."

Riddle and Jack (pt1) "‘You have deduced Ruggie Bucchi’s unique magic?’"

Riddle and Jack (pt2) "The look on Deuce’s face seems to say, 'Now you bring this up, after all of that?’"

Riddle and Jack (pt3) "‘It’s just like Yuu says. You haven’t gotten anywhere, and you’re just going to keep repeating what you've been doing like some kind of moron?’"

Riddle and Jack (pt4) "‘I will keep it brief,’ Riddle continues without the slightest shift in his expression."

Savanaclaw Dorm (pt1) "Ruggie had only intended to pass through the lounge, but he is stopped by Leona calling out to him."

Savanaclaw Dorm (pt2) "Ruggie has always suspected that the sharp contrasts between Leona’s reactions are one of the ways in which he manipulates others."

Savanaclaw Dorm (pt3) "‘Heh. Celebrating already, when you’ve barely got claws in your prey.’"

Morning Jack "‘Hey. I said wake up.’"

The Day of the Tournament (pt1) "'All right! Is everyone here?'"

The Day of the Tournament (pt2) "The march itself was suggested by the chair of the spelldrive tournament management committee, the housewarden of Octavinelle."

The Day of the Tournament (pt3) "Instantly, the auditorium erupts into sound."

The Day of the Tournament (pt4) "’He’s saying that, but both Ace and I have already accepted it.’"

The Day of the Tournament (pt5) "‘Saying he should stop causing so much trouble for his vice-house warden, that kind of stuff.’"

The Day of the Tournament (pt6) "‘I heard that it’s because the housewarden tutors people who are at risk of failing their classes."

To the Festival (pt1) "They descend the long staircase, turn onto Main Street, and suddenly everything is different from what they are used to seeing."

To the Festival (pt2) "Shops line sides of the street, offering colorful foods and goods packed together under white canvas awnings."

Jack and Yuuya "First-year student, Jack, has been selected to play for Savanaclaw."

Meeting Azul (pt1) “'Oh my, is that Jack Howl of Savanaclaw?’"

Meeting Azul (pt2) "‘My name is Azul Ashengrotto, and I am honored to be the housewarden of Octavinelle. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.’"

The Potion (pt1) “‘Attention all visitors of the Night Raven College Interdorm Spelldrive Tournament."

The Potion (pt2) "Ruggie sees nothing wrong with this."

The Confrontation (pt1) "Shutting down his unique magic, Ruggie runs towards the tower at the edge of the sports field."

The Confrontation (pt2) "‘Well, well.’ Leona greets Riddle with an exaggerated bow."

The Confrontation (pt3) "‘Points for enthusiasm, but what’s left for you to do?"

The Confrontation (pt4) "‘How. You should have all been caught in that stampede.’"

The Confrontation (pt5) "He straightens his posture even more and raises his voice once again."

The Confrontation (pt6) "‘There is no chance. At all,’ Leona asserts in a clear voice."

Leona Collared "Leona fights to remove the collar by force, his hair whipping about his face in his violent struggle."

Facing down an overblotting Leona, Riddle has a confession to make "Riddle confronts the glowering Leona with determination. ‘I am not mocking you. Leona-senpai. I respected you.’"

Leona and Lilia "Riddle is already looking ahead. He has his regrets and his turmoil, but he still continues on the path of becoming a good housewarden."

Leona's Unique Magic (pt1) "From somewhere comes a low voice. At first Yuuya cannot tell who it is, but looking around him he notices Ruggie, his eyes dark and shimmering."

Leona's Unique Magic (pt2) "Yuuya looks up at the sky in a daze, and then feels something tickle at his ankle. Gently moving sand is pricking at his skin."

Leona and Ruggie, to overblot (pt1) "‘Leona-san, what are you thinking!?’ Ruggie steps in front of Leona. ‘Why would you use your unique magic like this…if you keep going—‘ ‘Why?’ Leona interrupts. 'Obviously, it’s to shut you all up.’"

Leona and Ruggie, to overblot (pt2) "‘Right, Ruggie? I really can't stand people who don't listen. I thought you would've figured that out by now. You're skilled at reading people's moods and selling them flattery, after all.’"

The Transformation "‘It is you who should be silent!’ Lilia shouts."

Cater and Yuuya "'Ruggie is lying nearby. Yuuya wraps one of Ruggie’s arms around his shoulders and Grim attempts to take a share of Ruggie’s weight by grabbing onto his thin waist, but the limp body weighs them down."

Ruggie Wakes Up "Jack's agile wolf body slides across the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust and dirtying his fur. Leona gives him a cold, piercing glance."

The Overblot Battle "Columns of sand rise up and advance towards Ruggie and the others, engulfing everything in their path."

Leona and Falena "From the moment I was born, there’s been a boulder on top of me that’s too heavy to move."

Post-Overblot Leona (the flashback monologue) "I grew tired of thinking, so I decided to enroll at Night Raven College, though I had no interest in it. I knew I was just running away from the pain, but my heart felt lighter, nonetheless."

Jack and Leona (pt4) "‘All this messing around. We don’t have time for this!’ Released from Ruggie’s unique magic, Leona rubs against his reddened cheeks and raises his eyes."

Trusting Riddle "In the very front row, Riddle puts a hand to his mouth as he shouts, ‘What are you getting despondent over? Defeat Leona-senpai, beat the crap out of him!’ The normally refined Riddle swings his fist around."

The Exhibition Match (pt1) "The disc passes to Deuce as he races down the side of the field. Deuce is not as skilled as Ace, but he has stamina, and he is fast on his feet. He effortlessly overtakes the grouped players of Yuuya and the others, steadily advancing towards the goal."

The Exhibition Match (pt2) "With a glance for the ghosts who come for him, Leona sharply calls out, ‘Jack!’"

The Exhibition Match (pt3) "Ruggie and Jack rush to Leona, who has fallen to his knees, his hands flat on the ground."

Yuuya Knocked Out Grim is called over, the ghosts are gathered, and Yuuya huddles with Ace and Deuce to set the strategy for their next move.

Cheka (pt1) "‘Unca, I finally found you!’ Something bounces like a ball into the infirmary."

Cheka (pt2) "Cheka looks to Jack with his large, round eyes, only to turn abruptly about and go to hug Leona again."

Cheka (pt3) "'Perhaps realizing that he is being laughed at, Cheka looks around the room with a curious look."

[fixyourwritinghabits]

Any tips on writing for people with ADHD and a short attention span?

Hello! As someone who was recently diagnosed/had to go through the process of jumping through hoops to get meds, I've been trying to put together some new writing routines to get back on track. It has... been a process. Here are some things I've learned (from my personal experience, your mileage may vary):

Writing everyday doesn't work. I think this really common advice has been debunked overall, but let me tell you, there are days when the energy bar starts on empty and stays there. I can function, but the creative juices aren't there. Trying to stay creative by other means, either by reading or working on another hobby, can be a way for you to keep your day productive instead.

Hard schedules don't work. To reflect the above, I can get up at 5am every damn day, but only some of these days will get work done before work. That isn't to say you shouldn't try to make a schedule and stick to it - you'll definitely get more done that way. But it isn't always going to work, and you shouldn't beat yourself up if you can't keep to it every day.

Being 'plugged-in' definitely doesn't work. The 'oh I need to look up how to spell this oh no I'm twelve pages into a Google hole' is definitely still a trap. To keep focused, keep that instant internet away from you. Need to look up something, slap a note on it and come back when you know you don't need to write another 1000 words.

Medication/caffeine/whatever you use to function can only do so much. I can drink a cup of coffee and immediately slam myself into bed. My meds exist to get me through the work day, which is what I need them to do, but won't always be able to keep me through the extra work day. Trying to stay awake and focused when my brain is fucking done for the day just doesn't work. Instead, I have to focus on what does - writing in the morning or at noon, making time when I know I can still function rather than trying to take it on at the end of the day when I know I'll be spent.

What has been working and I've been trying to incorporate more has been:

Drafting on paper. This has always worked for me, and it continues to work for me. Physically writing the words down and editing as I type them does slow down the work, but it makes much more sense to my brain.

Using color codes/other visual tools. Color-coding characters, using different colored pens for types of notes, and flashcards help me flesh out plots. It makes plotting more like an art project, but that in itself can help me be more creative. If you like working on a computer and not by hand, you can spice up Excel sheets and Google docs with different fonts, templates, and adding notes.

Lists, lists, and more lists. I have a planner for work, I have a planner for my personal life, and I have a notepad where I write down all my daily goals, however small. Using a combination of the three has been working great for keeping me on track. For me, physically crossing things out and checking things off is a great motivator.

Alarms and writing sprints. Slap a timer to a screen and write to it. Use an online writing sprint, hop into a work-focused Twitch stream, or use a timed YouTube video to put yourself in a focused environment with a goal in mind.

Relocate. There are certain areas of my apartment that I've dubbed 'The Ooze Zone' where all I can do when I'm there is get nothing done. Unfortunately, because my apartment is quite small, the Ooze Zone takes up most of it. So if you can't set up an office space or a designated area where your brain knows to get work done, consider checking out your local library, a relatively peaceful park, a friend's house, or a cheap coffee shop. I know somewhere who would just drive somewhere and do 80% of his writing in his car. If you can't do your work from home because your brain won't let you, look into alternatives.

If you have meds, take them. Getting medicated and on the right dose is hard, believe me. I've been trying to get back the swing of things after a. being checked out from not being medicated and b. being checked out from not having the right dosage/type of meds. It is a process, but if you have the ability to seek a diagnoses and treatment, it is worth pursuing. If you have meds, take them on a regular schedule and how your doctor recommends. Add an alarm on your phone to remind yourself. Make it part of your routine. Doing it haphazardly is only doing yourself a disfavor.

And lastly, Get More Sleep. The number one thing that may be fucking you over is not sleeping enough. Having ADHD is directly tied with having more sleeping problems in both children and adults. If you have this problem, it is affecting you way more than you know.

Here's the thing - I thought I had a great sleeping schedule for the longest time, and could not figure out why I was so exhausted half the time. But I recently got a fitness tracker, which informed me that actually, my sleeping patterns were complete dogshit. I may have been in bed for eight hours, but I spent three of them tossing and turning.

Make a sleep schedule and stick to it. Go to bed at the same time of night. Consider getting a sleep tracker to see where your sleep patterns are messed up and what you can change to fix it. This sucks, believe me, but going to bed at 9pm to account for that time you'll spent tossing about before you get up at 6am may be the only way to recover those missing sleep hours. Even if it feels like it's taking away from your free time, you will function better overall.

[trollpostings]

Kicking my feet writing on my trolls blog with a glitter pen. I think that the putt putt trolls have sharper teeth and claws and stuff and are generally more "wild" than most other trolls because of the, gestures, 20 years of isolation. And their food is not their size!!! The food they eat is not their size!!! They're tearing into that stuff! They're eating burger patties that probably feed like ten people at once!

I am a huge lover of the "trolls are an adaptive species" headcanon. I also like big chonky teeth and claws in character design. So I'm combining those. Also I noticed that most, if not all, of the putt-putt trolls are monochromatic except for Viva! Clay too, to an extent. Can we talk about the fact that he's gone so far to change himself that his literal skin has shifted from bright blue to a teal color? Anyway, I think putt-putt trolls are like, chameleon sort of trolls. They can change colors instantly in order to camouflage.

They also don't seem to be eating the same sort of berries and fruits and vegetables that the Pop trolls are used to. Points at the burger patties again. They're eating meat. They're mostly eating meat. And yeah I know that there's troll sized burgers in canon, but we mostly only see that in Lonesome Flats, and I'm talking about Pop trolls right now. Pop trolls are not shown eating meat very often. To go from a mostly vegetable/fruit diet to a mostly meat diet (with like, the fries and shakes too, of course) in a very sudden shift can make a person very sick and mess with their body, which is why when people change diets, they do so in small increments. For body and health safety.

Also I don't think they're cooking the Putt Putt course food super often. For safety. Smell travels. Look at how fast Bridget and Gristle found them after they'd made food hours earlier! They're definitely not taking that risk often. Viva did say it was for celebration. They're probably eating that stuff frozen

There's a lot going on in this post, but the main big point is. Putt Putt trolls likely had a massive sudden shift in literal physiology and biology. Such as quicker color shifting, camouflage, sharper teeth made for eating meat and pointier claws for meat as well. I also said this in an earlier post but I do think they move silently. You will not see them unless they want you to, and that's literally canon (when the group firsts enters, when Clay literally disappears between frames to get to the gate, when Bridget and Gristle get to the putt putt course, ect).

[internet-rat]

"Let them look"

Part 1 of: Aemond Targaryen x Hightower OC (This fic takes place before the king dies, but both characters are 18)

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Leilana Hightower had not been in Kings Landing since she was a child. Still, she did not come unprepared. She had exchanged letters with her favorite cousin for years. Aemond had spared her no details of the happenings in the court in his letters. His penmanship was beautiful for someone who would rather wield a sword than a pen. He was always eager to know her thoughts on different matters. It made her feel like he saw her as an equal in many ways. Her aunt, the queen, had invited her to stay at court when she was 18. Leilana entered the great hall where a gathering of courtiers, advisors, servants and royals were gathered. Wine was served and someone played a lovely tune on a lute. Somehow the tune felt foreboding to Leilana. She had chosen to wear a modest but elegant green silk gown. Her dark brown hair hung in elegant ringlets which flowed down her shoulders. She behaved demurely but with poise, like she had been taught. She was nervous though. It was her first time around so many people. She decided to observe quietly from a shadowy area of the room.

Aemond Targaryen's lilac eye, the one not adorned by the sapphire or shielded by a patch, scanned the Great Hall. The shimmering light of the wall sconces cast flickering shadows over the revelers, and a melody of clinking goblets and idle chatter filled the air. His silver hair fell in a long, sleek curtain over his shoulders, a stark contrast to the dark, regal attire that hugged his muscular frame. The atmosphere was thick with tension and merriment, an odd combination that only a Targaryen celebration could muster.

His gaze was like a hawk’s, predatory and unyielding, surveying the flock of nobles until it alighted upon the shadowy nook where Leilana Hightower stood. Despite his wild disposition, the sight of her catalyzed a certain restraint, a reeling in of his impulsive nature. As he approached her, the subtle clink of his armor and spurs announced his presence before his deep voice broke the silence, making her heart flutter. It was him.

"Leilana Hightower," Aemond addressed her with a half grin, one that bespoke irony - the son of Alicent and niece of his mother crossing paths amidst the throes of potential strife. "It is unlike a flower of Oldtown to wilt in the shadows. Or perhaps, you found the luminary gathering too blinding?"

He stepped closer, his good eye reflecting the subtle hues of the dim surroundings, taking on a soft, almost hypnotic glow. While his stance and tone exuded confidence, there was also a hint of conspiratorial kinship in his demeanor. It was almost as though he was unable to hide his inner joy of seeing her here, after all these years. She had grown more beautiful to him than ever. He had to make sure he did not stare at her in a disrespectful manner.

"Tell me, cousin, what thoughts occupy your mind on such a celebration?" Aemond continued, his voice low, yet laced with an unexpected gentleness. "Or is it that you, like me, find pretense tiresome?"

Aemond reached out with one gauntleted hand, slowly, to allow her to adjust to the notion of his touch, and offered a goblet of Arbor gold, the rich golden color of the wine a stark contrast to the darkness that surrounded them. His gesture was simple yet loaded, a symbol of the respect he held for her.

They could speak plainly with one another, at least in their letters. She decided now would be no different. She took the wine goblet gently, letting her fingers graze his just a little. She replied in her thoughtful voice, deciding to voice her thoughts to him.

"I think a war is coming."

Aemond's eye narrowed ever so slightly at her touch, an unexpected flutter of something undefined stirring within his chest. War. The word hung in the air between them, weighty and potent. His fingers lingered just a breath longer than necessary before retracting, the cool metal of his gauntlet a sharp contrast to the warmth of her skin.

"Aye, Leilana," Aemond's voice was a whisper, rich with the undertones of impending conflict. "The drums of war beat in the hearts of men and women alike within these walls. Can you hear their rhythm? It is a melody that speaks to my blood, to the dragon within."

He took a measured step forward, closing the gap between them. His very presence was like a looming storm cloud, dark and charged with energy. His eye locked on hers, seeking, probing for the depth of her understanding.

"But war," he paused, leaning in closer, so close that his words were for her alone amidst the din of the feast. "War is not just a clash of swords and shields, my cunning cousin. It is a dance of shadows and whispers, of secrets and allegiances."

His words curled into the shadowed corner where they stood, a secret shared in the open yet hidden from all but her. Aemond was known for his prowess in battle, his ambition, his unquenchable thirst for glory—but in this moment, he was also unmistakably a Targaryen, with all the political acumen that bloodline entailed.

"And what role will the rose of House Hightower play in this dance, I wonder?" he mused aloud, his tone almost teasing now, but his gaze remained sharp, hungry for any glimpse into her own schemes and intentions. "Will you bloom in the light of the flames, or will your petals fall underfoot in the chaos to come?"

His words were a challenge and an invitation, an enticement to join him in this game of thrones, where every move was perilous, and every player risqued destruction—or unimaginable power. Aemond's hunger for such power was insatiable, and he sensed a kindred spirit in Leilana—one who might rise to the occasion and claim her place amidst the strife, a queen of the battlefield in her own right.

Leilana had already joined the game a long time ago, when she decided she would aid him. Her wits could calm the impulsive storm which roared in his dragonheart. She placed her hand gently on his arm and smiled her small smile. Her voice was low and soothing.

"You know I will always support you in any way I am able to..."

Aemond's posture shifted ever so slightly, the tension in his muscles easing at her touch, though the radar of his attention never waned. The contact made him feel safe in a way he had not expected. Her letters had been of comfort, but her presence was even more potent in so many ways.

"Your support," Aemond began, his voice a deep timbre of velvet and steel, "is not something I take lightly, cousin." He paused, his gaze holding hers with an intensity that was both piercing and strangely vulnerable. "It is a treasured blade in my arsenal, especially when wielded by someone as... capable as you."

His words were a testament to the respect he held for her intellect and poise, qualities he found most valuable in the great game they were all unwillingly part of. The Targaryen prince was a man who seldom offered praise, but when he did, it was earned and genuine.

He lifted his free hand, the metallic sheen of armor catching the light as he traced a finger down the delicate fabric of her sleeve, not quite touching her skin, but close enough for her to feel the heat of him. It was a rare gesture, uncharacteristic of Aemond, who was often guarded and withdrawn—a man known more for his ruthless ambition than tender moments.

"In truth, Leilana," he said, leaning in so that his breath fanned lightly across her cheek, "your loyalty could be the beacon that guides me through the impending storm."

His words were almost a whisper, a secret confession of dependency in a world where such admissions were dangerous. It was clear that her presence, her alliance, had become something of an anchor for the volatile prince. For someone who rarely allowed others into his orbit, who found solace in the thrill of battle and the unyielding back of his dragon, Vhagar, Aemond's openness with Leilana was a stark deviation from his norm.

"But should that storm break," he continued, his eyes narrowing with undeniable determination, "I will need more than just your support—I will need you- ah, your cunning, your insights... your power."

The air between them was charged, and Aemond stood steadfast, a tower of strength and ambition, extending an invitation to not just stand beside him, but to join him in the very eye of the hurricane that was to come. It was an offer of partnership, a recognition of her potential to be as much a player in this deadly game as any man, as any Targaryen. And in the heart of Aemond, there stirred a fierce desire to see just how brightly the Hightower rose could shine amidst the fire and blood that was their birthright.

They had always gotten along well, ever since they were children. She would never keep secrets from him, and would keep him informed on any intel she had about the Hightowers and their dealings. They had the same grandfather, but he did not entirely trust Aemond. But she did, and she always appreciated how he saw her as an equal in a sense. He did not treat her like just a woman, but as someone who could hold her own in this world. Secretly she had romantic feelings for him as well, which made her loyalty to him even stronger. She replied gently.

"You shall have all of it."

Aemond felt the weight of her words anchoring him to the moment, as though binding him to an oath. Her loyalty was a prize more valuable than any jewel, more potent than the strongest of wines. He had long recognized they were of the same essence, two halves of an ancient Valyrian coin, equal in measure and equally as rare.

"Then I am richer than the Lannisters and more fortified than the Night's Watch," Aemond declared, the hints of a rare, genuinely pleased smile playing at the corners of his mouth. His voice resonated with a sense of triumph, not just for the allegiance she promised, but for the human connection so seldom embraced by him.

His good eye fixed upon her with an intensity that betrayed his tumultuous inner storm—a storm she seemed to quell with her mere presence.

"And should the day come when I take what is rightfully mine," he said, his tone fraught with the promise of power and retribution, "your place shall be at my side, not as a mere shadow or whisperer of secrets, but as a force recognized and revered."

Aemond was not given to such assurances, and fewer still would he make in the presence of another soul. But with Leilana, there was a bond, an understanding that went beyond the machinations of court intrigue or the lust for dominance. In her, he found a kindred spirit.

"Come," Aemond commanded softly, the word less an order and more an invitation. He extended his arm, offering it to her with a deference that could be construed as protective, or perhaps possessive—a gesture that belonged to a world outside the political chessboard where they both played their pieces. His eyes held a question in them, and they seemed softer. A softness only reserved for her.

"Let us step away from the shadows and into the light," he continued, urging her to join him in the view of all assembled. "Let them see the unity that will shape the future of the Seven Kingdoms. Let them see the power that lies not in dragons or swords, but in the alliance of two minds that together are unbreakable."

His gaze never left hers as he waited for her response, the offer hanging between them like a covenant—a pact that could elevate or destroy, a gamble that Aemond was willing to take. For in Leilana, he saw not just a cousin or a confidant, but perhaps, the very reflection of his own ambition and the indispensable ally in the war that lay ahead.

Despite her poise she could not quite suppress the blush that painted her pale cheeks once he said her place should be at his side. She was not sure if he meant it the way she hoped. At least the words leaving his lips could make her dream. Maybe he saw her as more than a friend and ally. She smiled her soft smile and gently interlocked her arm with his.

Aemond felt the subtle warmth against his skin beneath the cool steel of his armor as Leilana's arm slipped into his—an affirmation of their unspoken pact. Her blush did not go unnoticed, a rare bloom of color upon her otherwise pale visage, and though he made no direct acknowledgment of it, there was a glimmer of satisfaction in his eye. Aemond Targaryen was not often moved, but the sight stirred something within him, a smoldering ember he seldom allowed to flare.

He inhaled the delicate scent of lavender that wafted from her, a soothing counterpoint to the iron and smoke that often clung to him like a second skin. Together, they stepped forward into the throng, their entwined arms a silent declaration of unity and intent. Whispers followed in their wake, the nobility keenly observing this display that could very well shape the political landscape in the days to come. Aemond was acutely aware of the eyes upon them, the speculations and predictions that would be born of this moment.

"Let them look," he murmured to Leilana with a hint of defiance, though his words were for her ears alone amidst the din of the feasting hall. "Let them get used to the sight of us, together."

[easybrainrot34]

🖼️Lil Benedict Bridgerton Headcanons Pt 2🖼️

Woohoo part 2 baby!! Part 1 is right here! Some of these are modern!AU some of these are Regency era. As I said before I am truly a ✨slut✨ for this man. Hope y’all enjoy 😊

All r fluff and crack. Bonus Polin Headcanon ❤️

🎨= modern!AU

🎻= Renaissance era

🎨🎻= either

Also mentioned : Colin, Anthony, Kathony, Queer!Eloise, Gregory, and Polin

Ps, my ask and request r open :)

🎨 He went on a gap year before college to travel the world. He went kinda everywhere but he’s not one of those people that’s pretentious and has to talk about it all the time (no shade Colin, he’s more of an excited puppy about where he’s been anyway)

🎨 During cov!d he really honed in on his skills as an artist but also got really into skincare and hair care. Now he does a whole curly hair care routine because even though I can see him keeping his hair on the shorter side, he still likes it to have a little body.

🎨🎻 He would never admit it to Anthony (at least sober) but he wants the love that Kate and Anthony have for each other. He is such a hopeless romantic and I think he wants nothing more in this world than to find someone he feels he truly can’t live without.

🎻 Now we all know Benedict goes to balls more out of family obligation than actually wanting to, but I truly feel like once he’s married, he wants you to throw balls every season. He loves being able to show you off and what better setting them a ball with you as the person of honor. I also feel like he would enjoy throwing balls/parties for his more artistic, not part of the ton friends.

🎨 Now let’s say this is a modern AU where Eloise is a lesbian and our dear Ben is bisexual. I feel like when Eloise came out to him and said “I’m gay” he said, with no hesitation “you too?” I feel like the next day this man would just barge into her place with a gift bag full of Girl in Red, Chappell Roan, and Raneé Rapp albums, a pride flag, and a Carabiner. She would give him the “these are all stereotypes” lecture, but truly she appreciates it.

🎨🎻 I feel like he is very weak willed when it comes to his nieces and nephews. Like he is the favorite uncle, yes it took him bribing the kiddos, and yes he has no shame about it. He would stay firm with them (respecting the majority of set rules) but he will let them get away with small things. It will take him having his own kiddos to understand where everyone is coming from. (trust & believe that the siblings take their revenge)

🎨 He’s weak for a sundress. Weather it’s a cute little flower print, or a simple solid color, he just loves a little flowy sundress. I can’t explain it. It’s just this man’s weakness. (Btw this is what I mean when I say sundress, because apparently the Internet is having a debate about this right now lol)

🎻 Y’all remember when people were painting on each other’s bodies during Covid? Yeah he would do that. I feel like he would very much use u as a canvas during yall’s honeymoon. I feel like it would also end in a little ✨spicy time✨

🎨 While I can really see this man not giving a fck about whether he is fit or not I feel like as he starts to get a little bit older (late 30s early 40s) he would sign up for the gym. I feel like this will be a combination of him wanting to, but also Anthony, Colin, and Gregory would tease him about getting a “dad bod”. He knows though that you love it so he wouldn’t try to get too fit, just enough to be a little toned.

🎨🎻BONUS🎻🎨

He has such a fondness for Pen. This man is in her corner, if her and Colin get into a fight he automatically is taking her side. If he sees Cressida doing some shady sh!t he’s calling her out right then and there. I also feel once Colin and Pen announce their engagement, he would go to her and say “I’m sorry it took him so long to realize what we all knew” AHHH I JUST KNOW HE SHIPS POLIN!!!

[koiifiishy]

a fake npc LI wiki page for eris ! ignore my typos... below/under the cut is different "excerpts from the wiki". if youve yet to see my eris doodlings, you can check this tag! :3 *UPDATE with a little base art pic hehe

First Meeting 2.1 - Orphanage Garden

Leaving the main hallway just outside your room, you exit outside of the backdoor of the Orphanage. There's a Garden back here. Where all four flowerbeds were once overgrown and full of weeds, there are now two that are tidy and freshly tilled. As you approach the beds and wonder what could be grown in them, the sound of a huff to your side pulls your attention away. "You can't use those two. If you wanna plant something, use the other two beds." You turn to see a fellow resident orphan, who you recognize as Eris. He had piercing red eyes framed by long dark lashes. He stands with a hand on one hip and a slight scowl on his face. You've known him long enough to know that he just usually looks tired and fed up -- he's actually pretty nice! He pointed to the clean flowerbeds you had just been observing. "I'm using those two. You can use my tools if you want, just give 'em back when you're done." . . . yeah, he was nice..!

First Meeting 2.2 - Dance Studio

Charlie stopped the lesson for a moment to announce that they needed to step out for a moment. They directed you to find a dance partner to practice with while they were away. A lecherous looking man has his eyes set on you. Before he could reach you, you felt another presence to your side. "Oy - they already have a partner, shove off." You felt a hand slip into yours and turned to see a young man in turtleneck leotard and capri sweatpants. Though it took a moment, you were hit with sudden recognition. He was a fellow orphan, Eris! You nodded and took his hand, "Yup, sorry." The man seemed to want to argue, but the combined glares from both you and Eris ran him off. "Hmph. He couldn't be anymore transparent, huh?" Eris turned his red eyes towards you and offered a faint smile. "Didn't know you were interested in dancing. I drop in now and then, so if you need a dance partner and I'm around..." he trailed off, letting the invitation linger in the air. It would certainly be safer to pair up with somebody you already knew when circumstances called for it!

First Meeting 2.3 - At School

You're walking through the hallways at school to your next class. You feel somebody following you. It doesn't take long for you to hear the jeers of some delinquents and put two and two together. Your shoulders tensed as you prepared yourself for yet another tiresome encounter with bullies. As expected, one of the bullies grab your arm and jerk you towards them while the others laugh and cheer their friend on. You prepare yourself for more, to appease or fight, but a sudden fist to your tormentor's jaw loosens their grip upon you. With a gasp, they staggered back. Surprise colored your expression and you whipped your head to the perpetrator. A small boy with a dark fringe and long blond hair over his shoulders stood defiant beside you, an unmistakable anger in his red eyes. "Class is about to start, assholes. Unless you like detention with Leighton you better be on your way." It was Eris, a fellow orphan! Though he warned the bullies about detention, his actions seemed to suggest he was ready to throw down should that not dissuade them. The leader of the group sputtered angrily, but seemed to think twice of pressing this encounter. "Fuck you, freak! And you're in for it next time we see you!" They yelled at you as they turned to flee. Eris took one of his school shoes off and chucked it square to the back of the fleeing bully's head.

First Meeting 2.4 - At The Cafe

You stop by the café for a quick treat. You slide into a booth and a waiter is quick to come to the table, pen and paper at the ready. "Hey, I'll be your waiter. Can I get you started with something to drink?" The voice is familiar and as you turn to face your waiter, you realize that you know this person. A young man around your age with red eyes and an impressive resting bitch face, even on the clock. "Eris! I didn't know you worked here." You greet him. Eris stared for a moment, before offering a small one sided smile. "Plenty of things you don't know. Now c'mon, I don't gotta lot of time to chitchat, what do you want?" You laughed at his brusque words, "Geez, you must be popular with the customers!" He rolled his eyes but the smile stayed on his face. "Yup, I'm the friendliest waiter in the café. Gimme your order and I'll give you my employee discount." Happily enticed by this deal, you hurried up your order and watched Eris as he jotted it down and retreated to the back.

Places you can encounter Eris

The player has the choice to sit with Robin at lunch and may also encounter Eris sitting with him already, only after having met him for the first time. You do not share any classes with Eris.

Working at the café, the dog pound, or the spa. Working these jobs while Eris is also working will reduce your chances of being harassed. If you get into a situation and scream for help, Eris will come to your rescue the next round.

The temple, usually on sundays or monday mornings. You note that he doesn't seem to be praying so much as he is people watching. Sitting next to him to pray reduces stress and trauma. He will often be seen sitting next to Sydney, if Sydney isn't otherwise busy.

Once a month on the second saturday of that month, you can find Eris working with Alex on the Farm. Should you not have unlocked the Coastal Path and you go home with him at the end of the day, Eris will show you the shortcut back to the city, thus unlocking it for future use.

His room at the Orphanage! Like Robin, the player may visit his room and hang out with him. He can help the player study, listen to music together, or be invited to go out somewhere. His hang out areas are 1. The Forest Lake, where the player can chat, swim, take a walk, or meditate with him. Or 2. The Café, where he'll generously pay for your treat and enjoy a deluxe creampuff for himself. You have the chance of meeting other NPCs at the café, which Eris will make different comments on depending on how that NPC views you - giving the player a unique look into how that NPC views the player through an outside lens.

Relationship

Eris will always begin with a Decent view of the player. His default view of the player is "Eris wants to protect you." Eris' unique trait is "Trust", which will build over time with +Love interactions. On the other hand, it will decrease with -Love interactions. It will not passively degrade or increase.

As stated before, if the player should not pursue Eris as a Love Interest and Sydney is also not pursued, the two of them will eventually begin to date. This doesn't bar the player from romancing them later on! But they will not engage in vaginal/penile sex with the player after that, as they are now promised to each other. Should the player force themselves upon either Eris or Sydney, thus breaking their vow, Eris's Trust will immediately be replaced by Fury.

Low Trust: Eris wants to protect you. (Default)

Mid Trust: Eris thinks of you as a dear friend.

Very High Trust: Eris would kill for you.

Mid Fury: Eris feels hurt by you.

High Fury: Eris feels betrayed by you.

Very High Fury: Eris fucking hates your guts.

If dating the player:

Mid Trust: Eris adores you.

High Trust: Eris would do anything for you.

Low/Mid Fury: Eris prays for your salvation.

High Fury: Eris will help you atone...

Love, Lust, Trust (and Fury)

Similarly to Robin, Lust will only begin building after you've set Eris as a Love Interest. At Low Lust, Eris will insist on not being touched by the player but will service them instead. At High Lust Eris will take on a power bottom role unless he's also at High Trust, wherein the player may take the lead in sex.

He doesn't like high exhibitionist sexual encounters, but can be convinced of low exhibitionist encounters (such as giving oral under a desk, where he or the player can't be seen by others).

Similarly to Sydney: If the player wishes to have vaginal sex with Eris they Must agree to be promised to Eris at the Temple. This will bar the player from having penile/vaginal sex with other characters, or risk breaking their vow. The player may ask Eris about this and how serious he is about his role at the Temple, to which Eris will mostly brush it off as just being another job with extra steps. If the player doesn't wish to be promised to Eris, he will still have anal and oral sex with them (alternatively, he can peg the player!). Should the player fuck Eris vaginally without being promised, Eris' Trust mete will instantly drop to 0 and transition into his Fury meter.

If the player should at any point force themselves on Eris, his Trust will instantly plummet into Mid-High Fury. This can only be salvaged by submitting yourself to him for whatever punishment he sees fit to dole out upon you. Consider this a Soft Bad Ending!

At High Fury: Eris' Fury is holy and righteous - having betrayed his trust, he now considers the player just as wretched as everyone else in this G*d forsaken town. If the player was dating prior to gaining High Fury, he will attempt to salvage them. If they weren't dating, he's all together given up on the player and will no longer help them the ways he used to (rescuing them, giving them money, hanging out with them, etc). He's liable to punch the player without warning should they try to talk to him more than once while at High Fury, leading to ++Pain. Fights with Eris are difficult to win, but not impossible. His Fury will lessen each time he wins a fight, but will go up if he loses a fight. A High Fury Love Interest Eris will be just as violent, but will assure the player that he's doing this for their salvation. The player will note that he seems extremely manic, similar to Kylar in his manic state; unlike Kylar, he isn't sorry when he hurts the player and will instead make the player apologize. This will also unlock a maxed out Dominance meter, again similar to Kylar during their manor event.

<"Eris placed one combat boot against the side of the chair you were tied to. He leaned into this new stance, slowly tipping you back as he leaned his face closer to yours. "I thought you were different." He said, voice eerily calm and stare burning hot. "you're not; you're trash, just like the rest of them... but I know you can be better. You will be better." He pulled away for just a moment, before swiftly kicking the chair, and you, to the ground. You gasped from the shock of landing on your back, cushioned only by the wooden back of the seat you were tied to. It bit into your back uncomfortably, but you had little time to linger on the feeling as Eris placed his boot down firmly against your throat. You struggled on instinct. He cocked his head to one side as he watched you, as one might watch an insect squirm, and the comparison made your stomach knot. You'd betrayed his trust. To Eris, you really were nothing more than an unworthy, insignificant bug to squish underneath his heel. But he relented, and you remembered the good times you shared as well; as friends, as lovers. He may hate you now, but he too seemed to hold onto those memories enough to deem you worth saving. You sputtered for air once his boot fully withdrew. "Who made you fall? Who clipped your wings, love?"> - Yell at him in anger ( ??? ) - Blame Named NPC ( ??? ) - Blame G*d ( ??? )

Miscellaneous !

this game has given me brainrot LOL... if you couldn't tell. if you liked this post i can try to write longer drabbles of things! if you have questions, youre free to inbox me ^^

Eris is small - his official height is 5'1. he will be shorter than your pc unless they're "tiny". he has a flat chest, vagina & 'modest' ass. he takes contraceptives & would suggest the player also take them, just to be safe.

i went mad with brainrot and made him a pinboard and playlist haha,,,

As a boy or a girl, Eris will always be transmasc or transfemme - they will never be cis! by default, he's a transman with a preference for men but he doesn't mind girls!

he fights a lot; his reputation with the cops is bad but he does jobs for Landry sometimes to wipe his record when it gets to cumbersome. despite his frequent detention slips and poor standing amongst other students, he's an exemplary A* student. the other orphans know him to be a big brotherly figure, who they can rely on; he sometimes helps others with lending them cash when they're short on Bailey's extortion rent. the player can also ask for money, to which he'll give them between 50-100 (he must be asked before Fridays).

portuguese heritage. rusty with portuguese but can speak it on a conversational level. has no big opinion on the UK (assuming DOL is in fact based in the UK lol) vs portugal given he wasn't raised in his parent's home country.

his "inner self" is a cat & angel (the angel traits may disappear over time given enough corruption). awareness is high, so he'd be able to notice the player's supernatural traits. he's fine with all of the TFs except demon ones, which cause him to be wary of the player / make small comments on the unholiness of their new traits.

the PC doesn't need to date Eris to ask to sleep in his room, he'll let them do so platonically if they're at a high enough love and trust; this option will also save the PC from any unwanted midnight visitors & give --trauma & --stress.

New orphanage interaction for a group study session with PC, Eris and Robin in Eris' room (he has a table and chairs lol). It offers the same options as doing homework with Robin, but with an additional option to ask Eris to tutor you which will give you a ++ to your chosen subject.

[apicelladonna]

Some your middle-aged married Albus&Gellert headcanons?

Where to begin!? These are general musings whether they stayed together in another lifetime or met in secrets during the war.

Albus-Gellert middle aged married fellas let's go

Beverage of choice: Tea and black coffee (Gellert swears that he saw Albus dump a whole sugar bowl into his tea but still frowned and say it wasn't sweet enough for his liking)

Mornings: Albus is a early riser because of his morning classes while you couldn't wake Gellert (night owl) even if it there was a raid unless a necessity.

Bookmarks: Leaf pressed personalized bookmark gift from Elphias- Doesn't or it will crease the binds so he just remembers the page.

When mad: Cold silent anger - passive aggressive temper

Perspective roles: The Sword & The Pen

Love language: Acts of service - Words of encouragement

Favorite body part of their partner:

(Albus: Gellert's hands when they swing animatedly when he is very vocal with his afternoon rants. Or choke him)

(Gellert: Albus' blue eyes that sucked him deep into its trenches and he gladly drowned in them. Albus' plump bottoms/thy lovely peaches to behold)

Endearment

(Albus to Gellert): 'Dear boy', 'Darling' 'My Cherished Stars',

(Gellert to Albus): 'Schatz' 'Sonnenschein', Any of the languages he can speak that has the endearment close to 'Precious Treasure' he's said it-

Blood troth: Albus kisses Gellert's lips first then the troth, Gellert kisses the scar on Albus' hand first then their troth.

Public Displays of Affection (Albus): Discreet pinky finger holding, the shit you see in Bridgerton and more, says I love you to Gellert with his eyebrow scrunch-

PDA (Gellert): He is a damn peacock with what we've seen in the Lestrange Mausoleum rally where he just shines their blood troth for all to see that he's taken. Basically: This is my husband, have you read his research article regarding the advantages of not eight but twelve properties of Dragon blood? Astounding man he is. Too humble for himself. Here have a copy-

Bedroom intimacies: gone were the days of fiery passion of their youth, when they are in their own little world, when they are alone in their bedroom, a hotel room in europe or where ever Gellert's rallies or Albus' conference were, it was selfishness of the two combined to think they had the time to map out each other's skin, scars, freckles, and marks..

There is no urgency to reach a state of euphoria, each kiss and touch was already bliss in borrowed time.

They will argue for hours end about the most mundane things.

Gellert: Does Albus like me?

Vinda: You do know you are married to him?

Gellert: I know but does he LIKE me?

One time, both were dead tired from their perspective ordeals that they just collapsed on their bed still wearing their coats and shoes.

Clothes: Simple sweaters - vain bastard, only the best silk shirts (Gellert gets colorbinded the minute Albus' wardrobe turned into a variety of bright plum, yellow, and blue. What a way to go-)

Pastime : Discovered a fondness for knitting - Catch up on the books he bought years ago from various old libraries he'd been to in Europe

Godric's Hollow: Will always visit Bathilda for tea if they are in the area and then end their day by visiting and cleaning up Ariana's gravestone.

Favorite color:

(Albus) Gold

(Gellert) Blue

Feel free to add your own takes! Thank you again for this question! I'm sorry it took me long but I wanted to give it my all. Cheers!

[gemapples]

im so sorry it took me so long to answer these oml but YES i'd be happy to show how i draw and color :)

— SKETCHING

please note that i almost always sketch traditionally first lol it's just a lot easier for me to determine how the drawing is placed that way, but i always go over and re-sketch it digitally

for magolor i always start with a basic egg shape (lmao) and then i add his ears. then I draw the scarf; it's easy to determine the shape and dynamicism based on where the bottoms of the ears are located

then i usually add the cape and hood together. where and how these are placed and what these look like in general are very important because they're the main area that perspective is directed to (the ears and everything else is important too ofc!! but the hood and cape usually help demonstrate where he is looking and how he is moving the most). then i add everything else, usually his hands last!

— LINEART

ohhhhhh god my worst enemy. Hope youre sitting down because this will be embarrassing LMAO

lineart is easily what i struggle with most and is more often than not the most time consuming and grating step for me. If i had a choice i would drop it in a heartbeat, but my style is so dependent on thick lines and shapes that it's difficult to 😭 a hole i dug myself into unfortunately ITS FINE THOUGH. ANYWAYS I'm getting sidetracked

i use my finger to draw all my digital art, which means i usually have to use a Heavy stabilizer to avoid shakiness and staggered lines. Unfortunately ibis paint's stabilizer is actually dog water and doesn't even stabilize more than half the time (in which case i have to repeat lines over. And over. And over again until i get it right) but when it does like me and works properly it's very helpful!

i always use the soft school pen bleed brush as my main tool for lineart. This brush has been my best friend for everything, i even use it for sketching idk it just really like the way it looks lol. sometimes i change the aspect if i want the lines to look more ,, chalky?? or smoother depending on the work

i don't really use this tool much but for this specific piece, force fade was my partner in crime

also i think i need to mention that i use so many layers for this. So many layers lol like to the point it's embarrassing. and at the end i merge most of them (except for the gear patterns, rings on his ear, and eyes + hands, which usually need to be by themselves as they're colored separately) Thank you for layers

and i end up with this!

— COLORING && SHADING

yippee yahoo the fun part !!! the part that i love the most

at this point, if i havent already, i always create a folder for convenience in organization because this is the part that i stress the most about what details are on which layers lmao

then i add ANOTHER layer below that for the color, then i put every single color used on their own separate layer!

now, for shading, if im working on larger pieces with more complex shading, i'll usually plan it all out. normally when just drawing magolor, i don't really need to do this anymore because i'm so used to it lol, but for funsies i did it here anyways

then i use the bucket tool to fill them all in

i usually have a set color palette for all the characters i draw (though the way i shade white differs. A lot between my work as you can probably tell fhdfgf). For every color, i have two specific tones that are associated with the shading. for example, indigo + violet are shaded with my blue, pink + light orange (or lighter pink depending on my mood lol) are shaded with yellow, etc.

so, i shade the other areas with the 2nd shading color

a big tip i can give for coloring is to look at a color wheel when you draw. i know that sounds like. Such basic advice LMAO but that seriously was a huge help for me when developing my shading and something i learned while studying — if you notice, in all of the shading in my work, all of the colors used are analogous on the color wheel. note that not ALL combinations will work together like others obv !! but it's a huge step in knowing where to go with it

then i add other extra details like extra lighting, halftones (if i feel like it // if it fits the work), glow to his eyes, and color the lines and ta-da!

another tool i use a lot especially with my more recent art are blending modes, especially multiply. i use a clipping layer to add a dark color (usually a dark blue or purple) and set it to multiply, then erase the areas that emit light

and this is the end result! this is a very very basic demonstration of it fhdjg i was a pretty messy with the lighting and erasing in this example but you get the general idea right

and that's how i draw :) i hope this was helpful, and thanks for asking and being so patient with the response!

[gffa]

Sometimes I get defensive about those house decor posts I see going around where people say that the neutral colors/black & white sleek look is "soulless" and they want to bite, kill, rend, and destroy for getting rid of the color in their homes. Setting aside that people should be allowed to do whatever they want in their own homes, let me tell you what "color" means to me: Everything in my life was a different color. Every room had every color crammed into it. Which sounds like, oh, that must have been a pretty rainbow effect! It wasn't, none of these colors were meant to go together, it's a hot pink plastic shoebox set on top of a dark brown folding table holding three wildly different shades of brown hand towels, some cornflower blue notebooks, and orange pens. It's burnt orange shag carpeting in the living room and hallway, with slate blue chairs, and a white tv tray loaded up with bright yellow pill and cornflower blue bottles and pale wood bookshelf next to dark brown folding table next to pine-colored dresser next to medium dark wood nightstand, all of those that fake material with the sticker made to look like wood, not actual wood. It's lime green countertops and dark beige flooring with one faded yellow wall, one off-white wall, and one faded mint green wall. It's a pine wood mimicking kitchen table with gold trim that's a sticker not actual wood, combined with one black rolling chair, one maroon and oak chair (not actual wood), and one gray upholstered chair. It's a robin's egg blue frayed blanket tossed over the red-and-black walker in the corner, which is also loaded up with the dark green and dark blue exercise bands. It's white and beige pieces of paper plopped everywhere. And all of these colors are faded so they're not really even pretty on their own, it's just a mishmash everywhere. All of this together in one house and that's just a fraction of it, it's a constant clashing of colors and, if there was a foot of space against the wall available, it had another dresser, nightstand, or bookshelf shoved into it. I look at some of these colorful homes that people love and I think they're beautiful and I get so much joy out of people in their homes loving their surroundings! But I will never be able to live in that kind of color for myself again without being heartsore about it. I've gone for a neutral palette now that I'm making the design decisions, I'm choosing white walls (admittedly with a little bit of a blue undertone that you only notice when it's picking up other things' colors), black trim, and gray/white/black/brown reclaimed wood flooring. I picked out a gray/white/black comforter to throw over the bed with a black headboard and black + gray pillows. I'm getting some subtle green accents to put in the room, the guest room has been going with a pale yellow theme (to accent the black/white/gray/grown colors), I'm not eschewing color all together, but those bright, overwhelming colors are not what makes my soul sing. Neutral colors are not a soulless choice on my part, it's the first time in my life that I feel like it's finally clean, that I can breathe properly. You could scrub down a room with seafoam and forest green colors and have it so clean you could lick the walls and I would still have to go outside and take a moment to gather myself together if I had to live in it, because for me "color" means messy and I've had an entire lifetime of mess. I love when people put bright orange or bright green on their walls, that rocks and I will come over and genuinely tell you how beautiful it is, because I understand that it makes your soul sing. But understand that, in turn, having sleek, subtle colors makes my soul sing in a way that's just as genuine.

[spotaus]

Okay, this was long overdue tbh 😔🙏(N Lore (?) Under the cut!)

I've been meaning to make N a new ref for a bit, so here we are! Since she's my skele-sona I kinda want to do a quick rundown on her design elements for fun, then her in-universe lore!

(Note: I refer to her a lot with she/her, she is technically a she/they/he/it genderfluid kinda girly, but I made her before gender tomfoolery registered in my brain so I default to 'she/her' out of habit-)

Design:

Her Halo/Crescent/Horns were initially inspired by wanting her to have metaphorical horns instead of slapping points onto her skull. She's also a shape-shifter, so her human form uses the crescent like a hair clip! Also based on the moon a bit.

The wings/tail are things I ended up w/ in the long run. The wings used to be optional + usually based on specific birds, and the tail was thicker w/ an end piece that looked like a fountain pen tip, but the long windy one abd the black wings were more fun to draw/animate!

Virgin Killer sweater used to be a Grey sleeveless turtleneck, but I just like the aesthetics here better.

Arm Gloves/Leg Socks are half because I hate drawing arm bones, abd half because I thought it brought more dynamic shapes into the design! Also... kibty... (inspired by gloves/socks I own)

Pants: She's always worn snow-pants in her design, and they used to have hanging suspenders, but I removed them. Why they're amarica colored I couldn't tell you... I just like the color combo 😔

Cracks on her face: The forehead crack is inspired by when I tripped and smacked my forehead onto a stair corner as a kid (blacked out, don't remember the hospital trip that followed?). Chin crack inspo is a random scar I have on my chin!

Color on Bones: I actually just added this, but my skin gets blotchy when I'm nervous or embarrassed, and I like the visual that N's magic does that to her Often lol. So! It's like blush! (It's also on her collarbone but you can't normally see it, haha-)

Blue + Purple: I actually don't have symbolism here. Just that I had another oc (B) who was my *other* skelesona insert oc, and *her* colors were blue and purple. N used to have white eyelights I think? Silver? But N and B traded off some traits in a point where I tried to combine them, and the result was this current version of N! Actually...

Old Art jumpscare...

So, I stole the pattern from her jacket and put it kn her pants, stole the crack in B's forehead and gave it to N, her Halo kept tilting further left, and I revoked shoe privileges?? Idk man, it's been a wild ride.

Oh! Her hands *do* still have holes in them too.

Lore:

N is less like Me and more like a bossy little minion I custom-made to go harass my ocs. She exists anywhere, anytime, and is only restricted my universal laws if it makes a situation more interesting. Very much a mary-sue. Meant to play almost a 'narrator' role!

She has beef specifically with Ichor (because I put hin thru so so much in the early days-) and is very chill with Phishbone and Pretender. She loves to chill in different aus with different people, but she adores just being obnoxious to my ocs specifically. Objectively, *not* a good person 🙏

And yeah. She looks different in has new clothes everytimr I draw her, but this is a good basic design base!

[nr1chaedickrider]

'Universe.'

got this idea long ago from @allfortzu 's satzu story and i just need to write something about the universe theory <3

cw: (mostly) fluff, some angst, some smut

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It's quiet. A half-empty bottle of beer in each of your hands. Both of you are leaning against the bed while sitting on the floor. Chaeyoung's head on your shoulder. You are both cold, but somehow you warm each other up.

"Do you believe in the multiverse theory?" asks Chaeyoung as she looks at you, sitting upright again.

"Partly?" you reply, taking a sip of the beer.

"Kind of interesting to think about." says Chaeyoung, her head leaning back.

"Do you think... what would you and I be like in different universes?" she asks. It makes you think.

Both of you in other universes?

"Never thought about it that way," you reply.

In this universe, you are good friends. You've known each other for a long time.

But what about in other universes?

In this universe, you don't know each other, or rather, you don't know each other yet.

You have just moved to Paris, Chaeyoung has been living there for years. After weeks you start to notice more and more the flower shop which is in the same street as your apartment.

When you stand in front of it, you realize that it also offers tattoos? A strange but interesting combination.

You open the door and are immideatly greeted by the scent of flowers, as well as soft music in the background coming from a record.

"Hello!!!" says a woman enthusiastically to you, she looks smaller than you, her hair color the same as yours, her arms full of tattoos.

You smile at her and walk to the counter.

"I haven't been here that long, and I wanted to decorate my place a bit... and maybe get a tattoo on the spur of the moment?" you laugh, which she returns. "I have the perfect Flowers for you, and maybe the perfect Tattoo!" she smiles and winks at you.

Maybe it's a beginning of a wonderful friendship.

Maybe more?

In this universe you know each other, but you are probably your worst enemies.

You're both students in an art university, and you're the best students in the class. In competitions, it's always about which one of you wins. But, bad for you, Chaeyoung wins more than you.

"This can't be true," you mutter sourly as it is announced that she has won again. You walk out of the room, you don't need any more 2nd place trophies that just remind you that you can't be better than the Son Chaeyoung.

You walk to the next art classroom - the next competition is already in a month and you want to win. You sit down on a chair in front of a slightly larger canvas, your pens and brushes beside you on a stool. You hear the door open behind you.

"Drawing again? Wouldn't you rather give up? I'm going to win again anyway. Use your talent for other things," Chaeyoung says in her teasing voice. You grit your teeth because honestly, you feel like beating her up right now.

"Leave me alone." you reply. You hear a little giggle from her. "Good luck winning against me then" she says ironically and walks out. You hold the brush so tightly that it breaks in half. You sigh as you put away the two broken halfs.

Here, you hate her more than anything.

In another universe, you have a rather... different relationship.

Chaeyoung's head between your thighs, your hand in her hair while you moan. A breathy "f-fuck-" leaves your mouth. You've met her in a bar, and from the eye-fucking to the quick talking stage onto this perfect moment.

You breath heavily as Chaeyoung eats you out, her tongue in your hole while her nose hits your clit in a unusual pace.

Maybe its the alcohol, or Chaeyoung's perfect skills, but you cum quickly into her mouth, the sound of her drinking your juices makes you even more horny.

She sits upright again, smirking at you while her finger is resting on your clit which makes you grind your hip against her finger, signalising Chaeyoung that you definetly want more.

She leans forward, kissing you while one hand plays with your breast, the other one drawing circles on your clit. You moan into her mouth as she explores it with her tongue. She leaves your lips and her mouth lands on your neck, sucking, biting, kissing every inch of skin, her fingers now burried deep inside of you. Your hands on her shoulder, your nails digging into her skin while your toes curl into the bedsheet.

In this Universe, you dont really know eachother except your name or how you look without clothes, how you moan and taste. And maybe it will stay like that.

Maybe not.

In a universe far away, you are older.

You've been Chaeyoung's girlfriend for years.

Chaeyoung is on a set right now filming her new music video, and you're visiting her for support.

She fulfilled her dream of becoming a singer about a year ago, and it went even better than she thought. Her debut song became a hit, so now the next album almost a year later.

"Hello!!!" you call in happily, Chaeyoung smiles at you as she walks away from the set to hug you.

"I missed you" you say as you both walk to an empty room so you can talk in peace.

"Me too" Chaeyoung replies but in some weird tone.

You sit down on a couch as she takes your hand in hers, a light sigh falling from her lips.

"Are you okay?" you ask worriedly. Chaeyoung is silent, but then-

"My company wants me to break up with you... it's just to start with, they don't want to ruin my reputation, they say after a year or so we can do things together in public too" she says, her voice breaks, but in the end it sounds like she agrees and wants to take a year off??

"Chaeyoung..."

"You know it's my dream..." she says, since this conversation started she hasn't even looked at your face once. You wipe a tear from your cheek.

"You know I've always supported you. Then I'll do it again now," you say, standing up and walking out of the room, you hear Chaeyoung say something but you're too afraid to look back.

You came to support her, but it seems you did in a different way.

"I love you forever," she said as you left.

"I love you too," you say to yourself as you wave to a cab.

Here in this world you can't be together, but that's okay. You love each other.

"Do you think they hate us?" asks Chaeyoung, quietly and fearfully.

"I don't. I honestly don't want to think about it" you answer and sigh.

In this universe, you also love each other, but no one knows but the two of you.

You are sitting on a terrace of a bar, among young adults like you it is known as a safe place for "people like you", the extra exclusive terrace is as good as dark, a few candle lights on the tables from the different people. Half empty drinks on your table. Your view of the sea, the waves as good as silent.

"No matter what they think of us, I will always love you" you say and smile, your hand on hers. Your cell phone rings, a call from your mother.

"Hold on a second" you say and answer it.

"So how's the date going?"

Right. You told her you were out with a male friend. You sigh.

"It's going fine."

"I hope he likes you, you should finally marry someon-"

"I have to go, see you later mom." you hang up and turn off your phone.

"Your mom is bugging you again?" asks Chaeyoung, you nod.

"How about we go for a walk?" she smiles.

"I'd love to" you both put money on the table and walk out of the bar, a walk along the water, your favorite activity, unobtrusive yet somehow beautiful too. You walk hand in hand, Chaeyoung kisses your cheek. She's been doing it for years, but every time you get butterflies in your stomach. You sit down on a bench, your head on her shoulder.

"Chaeyoung?" it's quiet.

"Hm?"

"I want to go to another city..

With you" you say, it's not a question, just a fact. It's a sentence full of love.

"Me too" she says and smiles.

"I want to marry you" Chaeyoung says, it's just like you said, a fact, full of love, like a proposal.

"Then let's get married" you kiss her, slowly and so soft.

In this Universe you're scared to show your love.

"Its funny to think about us in different universes" she says, your beer already empty, your mind slowly coming back after you were thinking about everything.

You and Chaeyoung in different places.

"You know... it's interesting and all... but I'd much rather just be here, in the present universe. With you," you say, while looking at her. It's more of a whisper, but loud enough for Chaeyoung to hear.

She smiles at you and nods.

"You're right" she says, setting the beer in her hand on the floor and turning to you, her hand on your cheek.

In this universe, you are good friends.

She comes closer, her warm breath on your lips, she looks into your eyes, then at your lips, and back into your eyes.

You both come closer, her lips on yours. A slow, pleasant kiss.

Maybe you are more than friends, but it doesn't matter. You have each other, and you would rather be nowhere else but here.