#i think this one's my fav out of all i drew today :>>

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You're doing art requests again! Yay! If you have the time and muse, I'd love some short-hair Katara, please. And/or Zuko and Katara both utterly exhausted just sitting together staring off into space trying to keep awake.

(Projecting? Me? Never met her. :P)

We do a little bit of projecting here, no worries lol

I haven't drawn short hair Katara in a while aaaahhhh I forgot how much I love her. Here they are staring off into space looking so deep in thought lol

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I am begging you can you please make a Damon and Elijah fic? I didn't know this ship even existed but I'm so fuckin invested in it. You can make up the story line and everything, the only thing I ask is that Elijah is the dominant one and that Elena doesn't support their relationship but they simply don't care what she thinks anymore?

Thank you thank you thank you🫶🫶🫶

Respect

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Elijah puts Damon in his place, and demands he show him a little more than respect.

♡♡ Thanks for the request anon! I was giggling like crazy writing this (its my fav Elijah ship) Unfortunately I didn't include Elena, but we all know she would be jealous as fuck... (of who? well... that's up to you...) ♡♡

2.9k words - Warnings: smut, this is just a alternate version of the iconic pencil scene, Elijah in his middle part menace era, dom!elijah, sub!damon, blowjobs, face-fucking, Damon being an Elijah simp...

At first, Damon just saw Elijah as the enemy, simple, straightforward, an asshole that just had to go.

He was a threat and Damon was an expert on handling threats, especially when it came to the safety of those he cared about. He wasn't afraid to throw punches, not afraid to pull out the stops and go all out.

But then things changed.

Things changed and he realized that maybe he and Elijah had more in common than he thought, the man was cunning and calculating, he could be dangerous when he needed to be, and Damon would be lying if he said that it didn't scare the hell out of him.

Elijah was a mystery that he wanted to solve, he wanted to figure out just how deep his intelligence went, how far his knowledge spanned. He was curious about him, he wanted to learn every little detail and find out what made him tick.

Damon knew what he was to woman, he would wield his good looks like a weapon, his charm was another weapon, his wit was one too.

But now he truly understood what it was like to be on the receiving end of such charisma, it was addicting, and he was hooked.

Elijah's power and dominance was something that drew him in and held him there. He wanted nothing more than to submit to him, to surrender and let him do as he pleased. It was a foreign feeling, one he wasn't exactly comfortable with… but he couldn't resist him.

The way Elijah was able to command his attention and keep it was intoxicating, his presence alone demanded respect, but when he opened his mouth, the words that came out were pure elegance, and Damon found himself captivated by his smooth tone, his articulation was flawless.

He was a true gentleman.

He was everything Damon was not.

So what did Damon do? He took all these new and uncomfortable feelings and did what he always did. Antagonize.

He would try his best to push Elijah's buttons, hoping for a reaction, an emotion, anything to give him a clue on what was going through his mind. But to his dismay, the man would not budge, and it just left Damon wanting more.

He knew he needed to get his attention, and Damon still was determined to protect Elena at all costs, so he decided to take it further, the more dangerous the stunt, the better.

Damon sauntered into the Lockwood mansion, his signature smirk firmly in place. Today was a simple fact finding mission. All he wanted to do was suss out Elijah's weaknesses, find out if he could be manipulated, maybe find a way to control him.

That's all. He told himself, making his way deeper into the house, looking for the original.

It wasn't long until he spotted the older vampire, who was chatting away with Carol. He watched him, noticing how his body language screamed regal and refined.

Damon didn't want to admit it, but he was nervous, this was the first time they were officially meeting. The last time Elijah ripped out the hearts of two vampires right in front of him and the time before that Damon drove a coat hanger through Elijah's heart. Not the best first impression.

He could feel his heart beat quicken, and he knew he needed to calm down, otherwise the vampire would notice. So he took a deep breath and plastered his smirk back on, striding confidently toward the pair.

"Damon," Carol gave him a welcoming smile, happy to see him. "What a surprise," she greeted, reaching forward and shaking his hand.

"Carol," he returned, nodding at her.

"Elijah, I want you to meet Damon Salvatore. His family is one of Mystic Falls' founding families." Carol introduced.

"Mmm," Damon looked at Elijah, whose expression was impassive, his eyes scanning him briefly. "Such a pleasure to meet you."

"No. Pleasure's mine," Elijah replied, taking Damon's hand and squeezing tightly, just a tad bit too tight, causing the younger vampire to wince slightly.

"Excuse me," Carol interjected. "I should probably attend to my other guests," she smiled, giving them both a nod before leaving the pair alone.

Damon could feel Elijah's eyes almost burning holes into him, the older vampire seemed to be sizing him up, as if trying to decide whether or not he was worth his time.

"So," Damon drawled, his smirk still present, he motioned towards a private study off to the side, the door slightly ajar. "Shall we?" he suggested, his tone dripping with honey.

Elijah followed behind him, watching as he made his way inside. This young vampire was going to be quite the handful, but that was okay. He had dealt with others far worse.

Once they were both in the room, Elijah closed the door, grazing his fingertips along the leather sofa, not even bothering to look Damons way.

"What can I do for you, Damon?" he inquired, his voice low, but smooth and controlled.

"I was hoping we could have a word," Damon replied, his tone slightly less confident than before, the way Elijah spoke and held himself was unnerving.

"Where's Elena?" Elijah questioned, a hint of suspicion in his voice.

Damon didn't like the way Elijah asked after her, like he had some sort of claim over her, and he didn't like the way he said her name either.

"Safe with Stefan. They're laying low, you know, bit of a werewolf problem," Damon explained, his tone nonchalant.

"Oh, yeah, I heard about that," Elijah responded, finally looking at Damon, his expression stoic, almost unreadable.

"I'm sure you did since it was your witch that saved the day." Damon couldn't hide the bite in his tone, he didn't like the way Elijah seemed all knowing, as if he was privy to everything that went on in Mystic Falls.

Elijah finally looked at him, and it sent a shiver down his spine. His eyes were cold and calculating, and it made him uneasy and a little aroused.

"You are welcome," he replied with a smug grin, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

Damon leaned against the nearby desk, trying his best to stay casual. "Which adds to my confusion on exactly why you're here?" he questioned, hoping his voice didn't betray the nerves he was currently feeling.

Elijah was bored by this conversation, the infamous Salvatore was not worth his time. "Why don't you just stay focused on keeping Elena safe and leave the rest to me." He replied, looking away from Damon and smiling softly, he then turned and headed for the door.

But Damon wasn't going to let him get away so easily, he was determined to get his attention, so he sped to the door, blocking Elijah's way.

"Not good enough," Damon stated, his voice firm.

The look on Elijah's face could of melted steel, it was cold, his eyes were hard and his jaw clenched tightly.

Before Damon could blink, Elijah's hand was around his throat, lifting him off the ground and slamming him into the wall, his grip was like a vice. Damon couldn't breathe, he struggled against the original, clawing at his hand, gasping for air.

He grabbed Elijah's throat, trying to choke him in return, but it was no use. He was strong, and the fact that the older vampire could effortlessly hold him there, only turned him on even more.

Elijah peeled Damon's hand off his throat, crushing the bones in his fingers, and causing the younger vampire to cry out in pain. Damon was shocked at how strong Elijah really was, how easily he was able to handle him.

"You young vampires, so arrogant." He growled, pushing Damon's hand away with ease. "How dare you come in here and challenge me?'' His voice was full of venom, his tone menacing.

"You can't kill me, man. It's not part of the deal." Damon managed to wheeze out, his words slightly slurred from the lack of oxygen.

Elijah was amused by his statement, his face contorting into a gentle smile, his eyes dancing with mirth. "Silence," he whispered, his tone dangerously low.

Damon's mouth snapped shut, and his heart was pounding in his chest. He was in a compromising position, and he wasn't sure if it was the adrenaline, or the fact that he was literally at the mercy of an Original, but his body was buzzing with anticipation.

Elijah could hear Damon's heartbeat racing, the blood pumping through his veins. He knew what the young vampire was feeling, the fear, the arousal.

Elijah grabbed a pencil and jammed it into Damon's neck. He needed to teach this vampire a lesson. He was a mere child compared to him, and it was time he learned his place.

Damon cried out in agony, the pencil lodged deep in his neck. He was utterly helpless, and Elijah could tell.

He dropped Damon, letting him pull the pencil out of his neck and stumble forwards, he clutched at his throat, groaning in pain.

Elijah smiled slightly, pulling out a handkerchief and wiping the blood off his hands, "I'm an Original. Show a little respect," he ordered.

Damon could feel his pants getting tighter, the bulge in his jeans growing with every passing second. Elijah's dominance was a major turn on, and he couldn't stop the arousal coursing through his body.

Elijah handed him the handkerchief, their fingers brushing, causing Damon to shiver. He took the cloth, wiping away the excess blood.

Damon wanted to be angry, he should be furious, but instead he was excited. His blood was pumping, his adrenaline was high, and he couldn't hide the fact that Elijah made him feel things he never thought possible.

When their eyes met, Elijah knew that he was in for a fun time. He could see the desire swimming in those bright blue eyes. He smirked and stepped closer, invading his personal space, causing the younger vampire to swallow nervously.

"On your knees," Elijah commanded, his tone deep and seductive.

Damon felt a jolt of pleasure go straight to his dick, his mind was screaming for him to leave, but his body was already sinking down to the floor.

Once on his knees, he looked up at Elijah, his heart hammering in his chest, his breath coming out in shallow pants.

"You know what to do." Elijah encouraged, his eyes full of lust.

Damon hesitated, his hands trembling slightly as he reached up and began undoing the belt and button on Elijah's dress pants. He was a bit nervous, not because he had never been with a man before, he had, plenty of times, but this was an original, and he wasn't exactly sure how far he was willing to go.

"Do you require a written invitation?" Elijah questioned with a teasing grin.

Damon frowned and swallowed thickly, pulling the zipper down slowly, and carefully removing Elijah's cock from his pants. It was so hard, so thick, and Damon couldn't deny that he was intimidated by its size.

Elijah grunted slightly, looking down at Damon with hooded eyes, his gaze filled with dark lust. He didn't usually have his enemies submit in this way, only when he was in a charitable mood, but Damon was an exception.

Elijah ran his fingers through Damon's dark hair, tugging gently at the strands, causing the younger vampire to wince, it wasn't rough enough to hurt, but it was enough to pull a reaction.

Damon leaned in closer, his hot breath ghosting across the sensitive skin. Elijah smelled like pine and leather and a hint of cologne, he was pure man, and it made his head spin.

So Damon, using all his experience from previous encounters, ran his tongue over the tip, earning a small groan of approval.

Encouraged by Elijah's moan, he started to slide his mouth along his shaft. Giving him gentle licks and wet kisses, tasting the bitter flavor of the pre cum seeping out.

The pace was slow at first, Damon running his tongue down to the base and back up to the tip, swirling his tongue around the head of the shaft, eliciting more beautiful sounds from Elijah.

Elijah dug his fingernails into Damon's scalp, gripping his head, and guiding him down further, moaning softly as he hit the back of his throat.

Damon gagged a little, causing Elijah to chuckle. "Hmph, there we go," he grunted, looking down at Damon's face and meeting his heated gaze.

He then forced his cock deep into his mouth, holding his head in place and listening to him gag, spit dripping out and down his chin.

"Ah...good boy, that's better," Elijah cooed, easing his grip slightly and allowing Damon to adjust. "Just like that." He praised.

Damon closed his eyes and relaxed his throat, letting Elijah use him the way he wanted, the way he desired.

As soon as the noises stopped, Elijah removed his dick, giving Damon the opportunity to breathe. Damon gasped for air, coughing, his throat was raw, he hadn't let someone treat him in this way for decades, he was completely and totally dominated.

But it was so hot, so arousing, and he loved every minute of it. His own erection pressing painfully against the seam of his pants, he wanted more.

He swallowed heavily, looking up at Elijah who was stroking himself, enjoying the sight before him.

"Mmm, very good, such a pretty face, a perfect mouth for my cock," Elijah growled. "Now suck," he ordered.

Damon surged forward, his mouth wrapping around his shaft once more, but this time he pushed himself all the way to the base, swallowing around him, letting him feel the tight squeeze of his throat.

Elijah thrust his hips, and Damon could tell he was close to the edge, he wanted to taste his cum, wanted to feel the power and authority of him.

"Fuck, yes," Elijah muttered, holding Damon's head and slamming his hips into his mouth. "Just a little bit more," he groaned, his words broken by ragged moans.

Damon's jaw was aching, his entire body was shaking, and he could barely breathe, but the pressure building between his legs made the pain all worth it.

Elijah grunted, slamming his hips forward one final time, spilling his load down Damon's throat. The vampire eagerly swallowed down the warm thick fluid, breathing deeply, and trying to regain his composure.

When the spasms subsided, he pulled out, and Damon collapsed, his body trembling, his cock painfully hard, his breath coming out in sharp gasps.

Elijah smiled down at him, his cock glistening with the young vampires spit. He tucked himself away, straightening his suit and clearing his throat.

"Now, get cleaned up," he commanded, tossing his handkerchief at him.

Damon scrambled to wipe himself off, he didn't even have the decency to ask if Damon needed help getting off. The thought didn't even cross his mind.

Elijah fixed his hair in the mirror, making sure his appearance was perfect, that his part was just right. When he was satisfied with his look, he gave Damon one last glance and left the room without a word.

Damon sat there, stunned and aching. He had never experienced anything like that before, and it left him wanting more. He couldn't believe what had just happened, how easily Elijah had put him in his place, how willingly he had submitted.

He was a vampire, a strong, powerful vampire, and yet he was completely at the mercy of another. And that scared and thrilled him.

He shook his head and stood up, his legs shaking. He quickly composed himself, adjusting his clothes, wiping away the stray tear.

He wondered what Elena would think, or Stefan or even Alaric. Would they understand? He didn't even understand it himself.

He sighed and walked out of the study, heading towards the bar. He needed a drink. A stiff one.

Elijah was leaning against the bar, a glass of scotch in his hand, his expression unreadable. Damon could feel the tension between them, but he ignored it, instead focusing on pouring himself a glass.

"Enjoyed yourself?" Elijah inquired, his voice laced with amusement.

For once Damon was at a loss for words, his mouth opening and closing, no sound coming out. He didn't know how to respond.

"The moment you cease to be of use to me, you're dead, so you should do what I say. Keep Elena safe." Elijah continued, a hint of a smirk playing at his lips.

Damon somehow found his voice again and his snarky side made an appearance. "Well, thank you for being so gracious," he quipped, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Elijah chuckled, shaking his head, he took a sip of his drink, savoring the taste.

"I like this town, there are so many interesting people," he commented, his eyes locking with Damon's, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Interesting?" Damon repeated, arching his brow.

"Indeed," Elijah replied, his gaze lingering on the younger vampire for a moment longer before he stood and set his glass on the counter.

He leaned in close, his breath hot against Damon's ear, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin, "it was nice meeting you Damon Salvatore, I'm sure our paths will cross again,"

Damon watched him walk away, his heart racing, his mouth dry. He wasn't sure what had just happened, but he knew one thing, he wanted more.

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Falling in Love on the Fourth Floor - Part 7

Summary: Out of an act of desperation, you move in with a guy you kind of know who happens to have a really hot brother who lives next door.

Author’s note: eeeek I’ve had parts of this one in the drafts for AGES the middle section has been drafted for at least a month I swear and I’ve been sitting on it like 🧍‍♀️ waiting to share it. I think this is my favorite part so far (but not my fav overall 🥰)

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Masterlist)

Your day had been shit. Ever since that godsawful date Mor ambushed you with last night, you couldn’t stop yourself from wondering about Azriel and Nesta’s date. What they were doing, how things were going, if she was making him laugh.

Hell, you couldn’t stop thinking about their date while on your own date. The guy was good looking, and he wasn’t terrible, but there was nothing there between you two.

He also was very into cryptocurrency, a topic that quickly took over the conversation at dinner. A topic you did not encourage him to continue on. He somehow didn’t get that memo, insisting on walking you up towards the doors of your building when he was dropping you off, where you had made a lame excuse about going to bed early before ducking into your building.

You had followed the same path Azriel took only moments ago, continuing on to your own apartment. You open the door, finding a note on the fridge in Cassian’s messy scrawl.

Have fun.

He drew a winky face, and then several crude drawings on the post-it. The drawings made you groan, Cassian’s enthusiasm for your date further solidifying your nonexistent chance with his brother.

Of course Cassian would have Mor set you up after he found out about your little crush on his brother. You felt so stupid when you saw Nesta on their couch earlier today. You hardly spoke to Rhysand on the way to lab, your thoughts too flooded with how terribly you had read the whole situation.

Cassian probably told Mor all about your dumb crush and got her to fix you up tonight. Maybe Azriel had even mentioned your text to Cassian, asking him what to do about the annoying roommate who developed a crush on his brother.

Your chest hurts, but it was just a silly crush. You’ll get over it.

Eventually.

-

Azriel stood in the elevator, waiting for the doors to close as he looked at his phone, looking at the last message you had sent him Friday morning.

Wanna grab lunch tomorrow?

He hadn’t answered, his phone having been on silent all day to focus on finishing his work for the next week and the reception in the library not allowing messages to come through. He hadn’t seen the message until he woke up this morning, the timestamp seeming cruel.

Now he stares at it and wants to throw his phone. Missed opportunities, he supposes. But what would this lunch have looked like since you’re dating that dickhead from last night? Would you have had to reject him outright?

He can see your face contort in a smile as you tell him, “oh no, Az, I’m seeing someone.” Then you’d probably laugh about it with the dickhead.

He runs his hands down his face when he hears someone yelling, “hold the elevator please!” He juts out an arm on instinct, not noticing who it is. He sees you slip inside, the doors bumping against his arm, bringing him back to reality as he looks down at you.

Fuck.

A light scent of oranges fills the elevator, and he notes it’s likely from your shampoo. He pulls his arm from the door, allowing them to close, locking the two of you in the metal box.

You look up at him, eyes going wide, cheeks heating in embarrassment at the close proximity. You’re standing right in front of him, and you can smell his cologne, a scent of night-chilled air and cedar filling your nose. You take deep breaths, telling yourself that it’s okay, it was just a little crush.

On a very pretty, smart, and very kind guy.

Who smelled incredible.

You look down at your feet, unsure how to speak to him now that you knew he was dating Nesta. And not wanting to further embarrass yourself by flirting with him.

Gods, this was how you were going to die, you think, shuffling to lean against the rail. Azriel’s voice puts a halt to the spiraling of your thoughts.

“Nice date last night?” Azriel asks, trying not to let whatever he’s feeling bubble up. Your eyebrows shoot up, unaware of Azriel even knowing about your date.

Of course he knows, you think, Cassian probably told him he’d handle it.

“He spent the while night telling me about stocks and crypto and how he wants to be in Forbes 30 under 30,” you scoffed, “so no, it was not nice.”

The elevator starts moving, and his eyebrows shoot up. “So that wasn’t your boyfriend?”

You scoff, “hell no. Mor ambushed me yesterday. She told me to get dressed up and we’d go out and have a fun girl’s night, but when I showed up she texted me that she set me up instead.

“The worst part is Mor was so confident that she told Cassian about it, so he had stayed at her place last night to give me ‘privacy’. He even left crude drawings around the apartment to help the ‘atmosphere’.”

Azriel laughs as the elevator dings for the third floor. He feels his chest lighten, knowing you definitely weren’t seeing anyone. “Mor’s always been ambitious, hasn’t she?”

You laugh. “Maybe it was just a ploy for her to have sex with Cassian.”

You say it, but you know it’s not true. The real truth was they wanted to put you out there, help you get over the beautiful man standing next to you. They knew you didn’t have a shot, especially compared to Nesta. You’re brought back to reality, and decide to hurt yourself further.

“How was your date with Nesta?” You ground out, after a pause in your conversation. You needed to know so you can completely cut off your feelings for him. You needed him to pierce you with the final dagger.

His eyebrows arch up, and he looks at your expression.

Were you upset? You won’t meet his gaze, and you’re clenching your fists. Were you - jealous?

His mouth curls up at the thought, “uh it wasn’t a date. Nesta and I study together every Thursday night. We take a lot of the same classes. We did it last night instead because she was busy on Thursday.”

Your eyebrows raise in surprise, “so you’re not dating Nesta?”

He laughs, “absolutely not. No that’s an avenue I’d never go down. But there is some-“

His words die as you hear a screeching sound and the elevator stops completely, leaving you two stranded somewhere between the first and second floors.

“No - no, no, no.”

You start freaking out - elevators always gave you a bit of concern, their small dimensions making you feel cramped. You hit the button to open the door, jamming it with your finger. Realizing that it was fruitless, You pull out your phone only to remember that the elevator always has no service.

“Fuck,” you mumble, and your breaths start coming faster and faster, and you’re trying to remember your calming techniques, when you feel cold hands gently grab your cheeks.

“Hey, look at me.”

You look up, finding hazel eyes looking back at you. They’re etched with concern, not a trace of mockery in them.

“We’re okay. Breathe with me, can you do that?”

He grabs one of your hands, placing it on his chest so you can feel his breaths as they come in and out. Your eyes stay trained on his, not wanting to look away, wanting to get lost in the gold flecks you find there.

You start following the rhythm of his breaths, but he keeps talking to you in a soothing tone. You’re too focused on breathing to register what he’s saying, but you do register the soothing tone he’s speaking to you in. You could get lost in his voice, its deep timbre a melody in your ears.

Eventually you come back down enough to focus on what he’s saying and he’s telling you about his night - everything he did yesterday.

“Rhys texted me to get some trash bags on my way in, which is where I was coming from when I pulled up and found you with crypto douche.”

You smile, your first real reaction to his words since the elevator stopped.

“There she is,” he says, his finger tapping your cheek, “wanna tell me more about crypto douche?”

“He wants to be a landlord.”

Azriel snorts, “of course he does.”

“I didn’t even want to go on this date,” your eyes stay locked with his, the golden flecks calming you down. “But Mor has been begging me to go out with this guy for ages, and then she finally decided to ambush me by forcing it on me.”

“You know you can tell Mor “no”. It’s a complete sentence.”

“I know,” you sigh, “but she loves playing matchmaker, even though she’s awful at it. Usually once every other month I let her set me up, but she was just throwing a tantrum I wouldn’t let her set me up this time once I figured out the rouse.”

He doesn’t let himself linger on the fact that you haven’t let her set you up since meeting him. Coincidence, maybe. “Have any of them been successful?”

You blow out a breath, “uh, no. Usually I stay for an hour then leave. None of them have ever gotten a second date.” You pause, thinking. “In the words of the great philosopher of our time, “I’m a pathological people pleaser,” you chuckle.

“And who said that?”

“…. Taylor Swift.”

He looks at you, a chuckle on his breath, such tenderness in his gaze it shocks you a bit. “You should stand up for yourself more.”

“I’m… not really sure how. It’s kind of new to me.”

You look at your feet, but he taps your chin so you’ll look at him again. “I stood up to my parents, and it was the scariest thing I’ve ever done.”

You had tiptoed around the topic since your admission to Cassian the day you moved in, the wound still too raw to discuss with anyone other than Feyre. Mor knew some of the details, but not the whole story. You’re sure Rhys and Az knew that something happened with your parents, but you never let them know too much about it.

They didn’t know that your parents had told you that you became everything they had tried to avoid. That, despite everything they did for you, you didn’t turn out right.

You hadn’t told Mor because you knew she would have burnt down their house with them in it.

“It was scary, moving here with a guy I hardly knew.” His grip on you tightens slightly, and he’s hanging onto every word you say.

“But I don’t regret it. Not even when Cassian wakes me up at 6 AM with his singing.”

He chuckles, and he stills as you look into his eyes, your voice clear and strong.

“I don’t… I don’t regret any of it. I don’t regret meeting you.”

His hands are still cupped on your face, his face mere inches from your own. Your confession hangs in the air as you two look at each other, and he leans closer, pressing his forehead to yours.

Your breathing hitches, but not because you’re stuck.

He opens his mouth to reply, but the elevator comes back to life, moving downwards again. It startles both of you into jumping away from each other, and you clear your throat.

“Where are- where are you going?” You ask, gesturing towards his helmet.

“Oh, uh Cassian forgot his lunch and doesn’t have time to grab anything between clients. I was going to bring him something.”

The air is lighter between you two, and Azriel feels like he can breathe you in again. The fog of confusion has lifted between you two, leaving you to be seen clearly by him.

“Do you want to get lunch?”

He echos your previous text message to him, and you nod.

“Yeah I’d love that.”

You stroll through the lobby, putting as much distance between the falter elevator and yourselves. Once you make it to the parking lot, Azriel places his spare helmet on your head, tapping the top of it lightly affectionately.

You zip your jacket up as Azriel gets on the bike first, his thighs straddling the seat. He holds the bike steady, allowing you to place your hands on his shoulders for balance, letting go of your fears as you swing your leg around to straddle the bike behind him. Your body leans against his, wrapping around him, holding onto him.

You place your head on his back, your fingers clutching onto his jacket. It feels new, electricity crackling through every inch of you that is in contact with him, despite the layers and helmets that separate you.

He chuckles at the gasp you let out when you two start moving, how your hands hold onto his jacket a little tighter than before.

He pulls a hand away to place it gently on one of the hands you have clutched to his jacket, squeezing three times before moving his hand back.

[lotomber]

Hi! Just looked through your stuff and it's amazing! I really love you choice of profile design aswell. I come with a request, you can ofcourse just ignore it you don't feel like it.

The request is Yandere Fyodor x reader, who he has been stalking, and slowly been befriending for awhile, but reader has trust issues and it takes a long time before he can actually start giving romantic hints. So ofcourse Fyodor who, in this scenario, has urges and is getting impatient. So he drugs them and kidnaps them :). I was thinking smut where he places reader's hand on where he wants them to touch him, but go with whatever you want or not at all. Hope you have a great day/night

YOUR LOVE MADE ME CRAZY!

Pairing: Yandere! Fyodor x GN! Reader Warning: NSFW, smut, yandere behavior, stalking, drugging, Noncon/dubcon, not proof read!

You frequently visited the cafe near your place after college/work. you didn't had many friends, you preferred to read books at your fav cafe. One day when you were reading a book a man approached you.

"Is that (any of your fav book) you're reading?" he had a pale face with beautiful magenta eyes and shoulder length messy black hair with a ushanka, He was absolutely beautiful.

"Uh yes. Is there any problem?" you answered despite his sudden intrusion.

"I couldn't help but notice the book you were reading and it's my favorite. Oh pardon my rudeness I'm Fyodor Dostoevsky, Do you come here regularly?"

"I'm (Name), yes the ambience and coffee is nice here so I do come here often. Are you a Russian?" you couldn't help but be curious about the mysterious man.

"Yes I'm a Russian I moved here due to some work so I still don't know many people here would you mind if I sit with you?"

"Ah no, you can sit here if you want to." at first you felt awkward and hesitant with him but despite your worries you both hit really well and instantly became friends. You both started meeting often at the same cafe, Your hobbies, favorite books and ideologies matched with each other.

But what you didn't knew was the fact that he already knew everything about you, your every single personal information from when and where you go to your likes and dislikes, He was always lurking in your shadows and finding the right time he approached you with an innocent face at that cafe he knew you frequented.

But despite his efforts whenever he made any romantic gestures you always backed out, rejected his advances and always drew a line. he was getting impatient of this and he couldn't control his urges anymore so he thought of another way.

As usual he was waiting for you at the cafe and when you came he offered to buy you a coffee which you accepted. He sometimes buyed you coffee which you didn't minded but today was something rather off about him which you wished you could've noticed earlier.

Just after taking a few sips of the coffee you started feeling weird, your mind went foggy and you felt a hot burning sensation all over your body soon you fell unconscious and the last thing you saw was the unsettling smile of Fyodor.

When the first time he saw you, he instantly fell in love with you. That's why first he used the indirect way to approach you. Everytime you talked to him he would stare at your lips thinking how they would feel on his lips as his tongue mingle with yours or how your pretty little hands will look pumping his cock. No one could ever comprehend what filth he thought behind that innocent face. But whose fault it was that he was like this? Of course yours, after all his love for you made him like this so he's gonna make sure that you'll take responsibility!

After a while you opened your eyes in an unfamiliar place and he was there in front watching you with that same smile. You wanted to say something but your mind was still in a haze and you felt that burning sensation more prominently than before that it was almost hurting.

"Hmm what happened darling, not feeling good?" he said in mocking tone.

"Y'know darling it's not even half of what I felt whenever I saw you but don't worry I'll help you I'll make you feel good cause I love you!" he leaned over you whispering in your ear as he started kissing your neck. While he held your hand making you touch his already hard throbbing cock.

"Can you feel it darling? can you feel it me? it's all because of you!" he said in a low seductive tone as he proceeded to kiss you, pushing his tongue in your wet cavern.

You wanted to protest and stop him but you don't know if it was because of your hazy state of mind or something else, it felt good. His touch felt ethereal, he tore your clothes as he was getting too impatient to undress you slowly. He covered two of his fingers in spit before plunging them in your hole. You let out a yelp as you felt his fingers stretching you for a while. After that without warning he pushed his whole length in your hole. You shrieked in pain as he starting thrusting without giving you time to adjust.

"F-fuck you feel so good, darling!" he let out loud grunts as he kept thrusting.

It was wrong, yes it was really wrong but what could you do when it all felt so good?

A/N- I don't support any of the themes mentioned above in real life!

P.S - Sorry this took time cause I was busy with my exams. I still have some requests pending I'm gonna complete them soon so please wait!

[sprinklenoodles]

Okay!

This one is going to be shorter since I am trying not to stay up late! (Future me. I lied but I made it! It's not 12 this time! WOOOOO!!!) 'Tis 11pm rn instead of 12 or 1am. Decided to read And Then I Go And Spoil It All By Saying Something Stupid Like "I Love You" Did more art today so I didn't have a lot of time to read that much! Also, it's Jin and Kijo! The doomed gays!! I had too! Also, sliding this in. Hope you had good celebratory time!!! I'd say more but I forgot how to use more words. Yay for celebratory noises! As for my vaguely silly comments for the fic, it be good. Short, sweet, got the TUMI lore in there. So, pretty neat! Not crazy or anything since it's a little oneshot into the lives of Kijo and Jin in their youth, but still!! Makes me think more about these two. Mostly Jin because I never even cared about him much other than "HEADMASTER" and "KYOKO DAD". That kinda stuff. Never even took account like... his personality and what he likes, dislikes, or even how he was in his youth. Guess he kinda just existed in my mind before so it feels nice finally thinking critically about his character a bit more. With Kijo, I always had that intrest because he's so much of a mystery. In the game, there's only the allusion of his preseence cus "Duh! Byakuya came from somewhere. Not some money hole like some money mole" (heehee that rhymed) And like, the only stuff of Kijo IS his name. So I already was in that mindset to wonder about him. What kinda of guy would be responsible for the creating of Byakuya. Which, honestly, maybe I just need to one day go and just... look into the depths of Jin lore. A Jin Journey. Cus I know nothing and it is a crime. Realized this didn't have much fic talk in it and more just me blabbering about Jin and Kijo so I hope you don't mind! Also, since why not add some out-of-pocket thought, I must say this cus it's true and happened yesterday on my end and it's a wild realization. AHEM. I think Byakuya Togami made me realize I might be aroace or like, on the aroace spectrum. This sounds so dumb but it's true. Also think your headcanon for him helped me realize that. I thank you for good fics, interesting ideas, and self-actualization somehow. Like, no one could have guessed that to be on the bingo card. So, by the time of your reading this, it'll be like, 2 days since I had that realization which I'm still shocked about! I digress though. Thus, to end this off, take this MS paint doodle I made in like... less than a few minutes.

The way I drew Kijo is so freaking funny to me. He's so head empty. You bonk that head and he just doesn't react cus there's nothing in there. Also, would their ship name be Jijo or Kin? Kijogiri? Jingami? Also, I will give Kijo better hair some day. I promise!

That little one-shot is one of my favs. It's both recent and is just a nice little addition to the TUMI universe, which I always love to do.

It was also just time for Jin and Kijo to get something that focuses just on them, even if it was just a prequel... but who knows, that might become more...

But I really liked writing it and I'm glad u liked reading it :D

Loved the little doodle too! Poor Kijo's hair tho 😔 And I dunno what the ship name should be... Maybe something ✨creative✨

As for what you've realized, congrats! I'm glad my fics could help with that, though I'm not that surprised that they did. One thing I've noticed is that quite a lot of my readers are aromantic.

Also, I recommend watching this video by JaidenAnimations! It's her coming out as aroace and was quite eye opening for me back when I watched it the first time!

But congrats on figuring that out! If you ever have any questions or whatever, you know where to find me!

[enidtendo64]

I just finished Wednesday today and I'm full on the wenclair ship!!!! so I'm glad to have seen your art just as I'm done lmao. if you read wenclair fics do you have any recommendations?

OOOOH Okay nice nice!!!

I'm so sorry this is so late but I hope you still want some recs, bc I def got some for you! I tried to keep these pretty succinct and not too many bc a lot of these are pretty long reads but these are some of my fav Wenclair fics to read and reread! I made sure to put different types/genres of fics in here too so there's a diverse list of flavors on here! Most will be complete but I'll throw in some WIPs i've been keeping an eye on!

If We Make It Through December by overnights: If you love FLUFF and Enid interacting with the Addams Fam! A wenclair STAPLE tbh, fake dating, Enid being invited to the Addams Mansion, and CHRISTMAS fic all in one! The dynamics between the Addams and Enid are always sweet, and Wednesday and Enid just teeter on that close friendship to oh, maybe it's love??? thing and it's so sweet to see. It's just very lovely and wholesome! A great execution of that 'fake dating but oops you were in love all along haha' trope!

Magus et Lupus by wigglewyrms: Ok like I had to rep one of my pals in here but in my defense this is genuinely so good and one of my favorite wenclair fics before we even became friends! It's a fun fantasy Wenclair with dialogue that's just so fun and snappy and witty! You're gonna have fun reading their conversations and then you're gonna get caught up into the world and the story! The plot is very fun and the end is a very fun payoff! I think I might have overused the word fun a lot for this fic but like that's just what this fic is--It's entertaining, it's engaging, and it makes you feel like you're having fun reading wanting to know what's next or what's this person gonna say or etc. It's a fic you read and you feel good! 100% Recommend! I even drew art for it if you're interested (which I should honestly repost on here soon)

I'd recommend their other stuff too-- Stubborn, Single Minded, and Obsessive is great if you like the slasher horror genre with a dash of Addams Family Values Lore, and their most recent one that's a WIP, When The Moon Shines Red is a very fun fic focused on Enid's werewolfisms but dangerous, with a very sweet friendship to relationship evolution between Enid and Wednesday!

i know the end by thriftedstars: If you're an angst lover like I am, you're gonna LOOOOVE this! A sort of groundhog's day type of fic, it focuses on the day of the last episode of the first season--Enid, Wednesday, Tyler, Crackstone, all that entails in that night. It's a really fun read just to know what happens next and how Enid gets out of the situation but also to see the girls' relationship grow in this terrible situation. Lots of emotion! Listen sometimes you just need the hurt for the ending to be sweeter! Recommend wholeheartedly!

curtain call by hanjisgirlfriend: on the complete opposite side of the last fic, Curtain Call is an enemies to friends to lovers Wenclair that does an amazing job of capturing that kind of high school love story kind of vibe but like also a dash of youthful nostalgia. It gives me the same vibe of like, if I was listening to the Kids album by Mac Miller--They're kids and they're friends and they're growing up and they're growing up together. I HIGHLY recommend as well, like it genuinely makes my heart lighter thinking about how sweet this is.

raven in the den, wolf in the nest by Barbara_Lazuli: So you might be familiar with the author's name--Artist, Comic maker, Writer, literally what CAN'T she do!!! This fic is another fake dating fic but a different flavor from the first one! This one really dives into both Enid and Wednesday's relationships with their mothers, as well as the building feelings they already have for each other. Their bond in this fic is nothing short of sweet and heartwarming, and I genuinely think this is one of the best fics in the tag! Just got so much substance! Also all the Addams family media references and the Loona refs-- like Barb if you read this you're a champ for making Wednesday play Sonatine and also listen to Hula Hoop and just for making this in general????? Seriously how are you so talented bro

queen of the night by heyfools: Look, a flower shop AU hits okay? And this? THIS HITS. Wednesday is an owner of a flower shop, Enid needs a job, and we know where this is going. But man the way you get to know both characters a little more--their histories, traumas, likes and dislikes and their personalities beyond "appropriately polite cowoke" (well, polite for Enid, not so much Wednesday at first) it's soooooo good! You have a journey along with the characters and you really get invested in their relationship! A great read, especially if you wanna read something like in the afternoon light with a nice lemonade maybe, or like just a very relaxing fun read!

Forged in Blood by RiseAboveTheAshes_203: Okay so this one is a HEAVY HITTER! We're getting into the big bois! It's a 100k fic about Wednesday and Enid basically dealing with the consequences of Enid becoming a blood wolf-- and bro you are seated, belted, strapped into the ride every step because PHEWWWW what a RIDE! It has really interesting lore building upon werewolf society in the show and also witchery and magic from the Addams family. And all of that is great and amazing but the real star of this is just Wednesday and Enid being Wednesday and Enid--they are DEVOTED to each other! Even if they don't quite understand the full means of it yet, and if it gets them in trouble sometimes. It's amazing to see their relationship grow and them understand what they truly mean to one another and it's a captivating love story that also happens to have fun world building for the show and amazing moments that just leave you so tense to know what happens next! I was so tuned in when this was still a WIP I remember refreshing the tag every lunch time for a while for a chapter I was HOOKED, and I'm sure you will be too!

A Kidnapping By Any Other Name by Ravenmoon33: So bear with me this is gonna be a long one; Ok! So this is the other WIP I've put in here (aside from When The Moon Shines Red) and let me tell you--this fic changed my life fr. Some TLDR lore about it tho--the version I linked above there is a revised version! They have an old version they still have up on their account and honestly I also HIGHLY recommend that version too bc it had me in bed giggling kicking my feet like ROMANCE. ROMANCE WAS MADE in these ao3 walls!!! (The flower scene???? No spoilers if you know you know but OOOOOOOOGGHHHH I would not shut up about it for WEEKS Im so sorry to my friends and my poor gf) but I also highly recommend the new version as well! If you've read the first version and are keeping up with the new version, the new things are also so good and you can tell the author is so locked in and excited with what they've added and what they've changed, I honestly recommend both;

So onto what it's actually about-- Enid is "kidnapped" by Wednesday and is "forced" to stay at her best friend's mansion for the summer. And you know what happens? LORE. So much worldbuilding on Addams family lore like it's AMAZING!!! You read about new characters the family past and what it means for Wednesday and Enid, and if that's not enough, there's also the MYSTERY aspect too because Weds and Enid will have to deep dive into that lore to figure out a problem in the present and it's so much FUN to like try to figure out how things go together! I love that aspect of both the versions so much that it's only rivaled by my immense love of how everyone's relationships are written! Enid's relationships with the other members of the Addams fam, especially Morticia, is so healing and heartwarming, and we see Wednesday's different dynamics with her family and how Enid affects her and helps her grow and you see those relationships with her family members grow because of it! And of course, the obvious, Wednesday and Enid basically having a love story for the ages cause JESUS, this is ROMANCE. Wednesday BIG FUCKING ROMANTIC Addams!!! It's amazing omg I wanna say more but I also don't bc I don't wanna spoil but I absolutely cannot rec it enough, even if it stays unfinished it will still be genuinely one of the best wenclair fics for me.

Tumultuous Waters: Wednesday Season Two by KrackenoftheDeep: So we're here at the last one. I didn't really list these fics out in specific order but I did save this specific one for last bc I genuinely think this is my favorite Wednesday fic. This is like a full ass season 2! It's a telling of how season 2 could happen, continuing from season 1 and picking up the ball the first season threw with stuff about the Morning Song cult, a deeper dive of Crackstone and Goody, more worldbuilding about the outcasts and the school, and best of all-- THE Wednesday and Enid dynamic that to me would be so fucking ideal for season 2 if Timothy Burton wasn't a COWARRD!!! /j /maybe

The growth Enid and Wednesday have in this fic, along with the exploration of the other characters, more investigations not just by Wednesday but also the other nightshade members helping and getting involved as well! You really get to feel so many things for these characters, and all of that pays off in one of the most satisfying endings for me in a fic like the author really fucking knocked this out of the park I felt like giving a standing ovation!

I genuinely don't think the Wednesday writers could like, live up to this. At least for me, it's that good. This is everything I've ever wanted for a Wednesday s2 honestly and I honestly, HONESTLY could not recommend this enough.

And after you read this, you can follow along the author's sequel to this fic, The Infinite Black Sea: Wednesday Season 3. Again, also highly recommend! A new mystery afoot!!!

I'm so sorry I didn't expect this to get super long but sometimes you just gotta give tens where tens are deserved!!! There are so many more great wenclair fics out there that deserve a reading and loving, like I know the tag can look a little scary sometimes but seriously there's some great gems there underneath all the scary stuff lol

These are just some of my personal favs, and honestly thank you to all the authors here yall are doing God's work fr!!!

[builtbybrokenbells]

Fade Into You

A particularly bad day leaves y/n yearning for nothing other than the comfort of her boyfriend, Danny. Without question, he comes to the rescue where need be and makes sure she knows just how loved she is. With his help, she begins to see that bad days don’t last forever, especially with a boyfriend like him by her side.

listen while reading: fade into you - mazzy star

Pairing: Danny Wagner x f!reader

Word Count: 6k

Warnings: not too much for this one! bad day angst, mentions of depression/anxiety, swearing, smidgen of drinking, mostly just fluff!! sorry if i miss any!

hey, so this is a short little draft i kind of rewrote today. no smut in this one, just fluff. I’ve been having a particularly rough time the last few days, so it’s kind of a pick-me-up, i guess. boyfriend danny fucks me up fr. drew some inspo from one of my fav sad songs, cause it’s got such a variety of interpretations. also this is very poorly edited and probably not the best, so please forgive me. as always, hope you enjoy, please be kind, and don’t mind any grammar mistakes 🫶🏻

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The morning came like a river of discomfort. When your eyes focused for the first time after a long nights rest, you were met with an empty space next to you in bed. The sight sent a wave of disappointment washing over you. Many mornings ago, you’d become certain that there was no better sight than waking to your boyfriend sleeping soundly. Days where he was gone before you were always miserable, and this one was shaping up to be as such. You didn’t have time to dwell on his absence; the next thing to catch your attention was the sun shining just a little too brightly in the sky. Once you clued in to the unusual scene, a jolt of panic ran through you. You you reached for your phone to check the time, but you were quite aware of what you were going to discover. While your thumb prodded the screen, trying to awaken it, you were already swinging your legs over the side of the mattress to get up.

Your screen displayed the time as 8:30; an hour later than you were supposed to be waking up. Your alarm hadn’t gone off, and you only had a half an hour to get ready and drive to work. There was enough time to brush your teeth and wash your face, and in your rush, you managed to make a big enough cup of coffee to get you started in lieu of breakfast. As hungry as you were, you knew you’d need the caffeine more than anything. By the time you were out the door, you had maybe ten minutes to get to your job, and even that was a generous time frame. It was a miserable way to start a Friday, you concluded. No joy for the weekend was present, just annoyance at how the morning had begun.

The drive was a blur; you pushed the boundaries of the speed limit the entire time, laser focused on the clock as if your staring would change the time. Between slow drivers and stop lights, there was no way you could avoid being late. When you pulled into your parking spot, the vehicle was barely in park before you were gathering your things and jumping out. In reality, you weren’t dramatically late, but you knew your boss all too well to think you could get away with missing even a few minutes of work. As you placed your items on your desk, your worry was solidified when your name was called from the door of your office.

“Y/n, you know we don’t tolerate this kind of behaviour.” He said, a disapproving tone very apparent.

“I know, I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.” You said, logging into your computer as you sat down.

“Next time I’ll have to write it up. I’ll let you go with a warning.”

“Thank you.” You looked up over your laptop, managing a small smile.

“I don’t want to have to dock your pay, but I will if this becomes a regular issue.” He explained, leaving you to sit with the information. He closed the door behind him as he walked out.

“Dick,” you mumbled, taking a sip out of your mug.

They morning dragged on without much interruption, filled mostly with mind-numbing reports and the occasional email filtering through your inbox. You couldn’t seem to shake yourself from the poor mood, finding it growing worse with each second that passed. By the time noon rolled around, you were all but focused on work, and your stomach was begging you for a bite to eat. You grabbed your phone and keys, making your way outside for a minute of freedom. You hoped the hour would allow you to rid yourself of the cloud of darkness that was looming over your head.

You climbed into your car and checked your phone, but you were met with another staggering disappointment. No text messages were received from the one person you’d hoped to hear from, so you clicked on his contact. Instead of waiting on a word from him, you called him, first. The phone rang for a moment, leaving you wondering if he was going to answer. As you listened to the dial tone, anxiety bubbled in your chest, fearing that you were interrupting something important. Just as you were getting ready to hang up, his cheery voice filled the stale air.

“Hi, beautiful.” Danny greeted. You could hear the smile in his words. His cheery tone eased your worry of him not wanting to talk to you. As ridiculous as the fear was, your brain wouldn’t give it up. You were constantly nervous that you were interrupting, or being a burden, and days like this one only made your brain scream it even louder.

“Hi,” You sighed, feeling your lips upturn into a little grin. It was the first time you’d done anything but frown all day. You slipped your car keys into the ignition, allowing your call to connect to the Bluetooth feature. “I miss you.” You said, unable to hold the confession back.

“I miss you,” He replied, sincerity dripping from his tone. “You okay?” He knew you well enough to tell your mood just from the tone of voice. He was nothing if not attentive, and always willing to listen if you wanted to air out your thoughts.

“No.” You were honest. “I was late to work. Slept in.” You explained as you pulled out of the parking lot. He knew all too well how you felt about your boss, not needing to ask about his reaction. “I think it’s just another one of those days,” you mumbled. He gave a hum of understanding, also aware of how much your bad days could affect you. “Any chance you can meet me for lunch? I know it’s a long shot, but I could really use a hug.” You felt guilty for even asking, but you couldn’t help it. He was your comfort person, and he always seemed to make the bad feelings go away.

“I’m sorry, baby. I would if I could, but we’re at the studio right now. We have a meeting right after we finish up, too.” He sounded sad for having to turn you down, almost making you feel even worse for asking. You hated when was upset, and knowing that he was upset on behalf of how you were feeling didn’t make it any better.

“That’s okay,” you knew it was a big ask, and you also knew he would absolutely be on his way if the situation allowed it. “I’m okay with just hearing your voice.”

“Promise I’ll make it up to you tonight?” He asked, hopeful.

“Don’t have to make it up to me.” You laughed. “It’s not your fault.”

“I’ll bring home dinner, and we can do whatever you want.” He told you, not willing to bargain.

“Okay.” You conceded, pulling into a cafe you frequented.

“I’m sorry I was gone before you woke up. We wanted to get here early so we could get as much done as possible.”

“I know, you don’t have to apologize, baby.” You repeated your earlier reassurance, hating the fact that he always felt like he had to apologize, even when there was nothing to apologize for. You never wanted him to feel remorseful over things he couldn’t control. He put so much effort into you and your happiness, but for some reason it seemed like he felt the need to give even more. “As long as I get you all to myself tonight, I don’t care.” You parked, unbuckling your seatbelt.

“You can always have that, bug. I’m all yours, remember?” He assured you. You smiled at the words, eternally grateful to have someone as kind as him.

“I’m gonna go eat, I won’t keep you any longer. I love you.”

“I love you, baby. I can’t wait to see you later.” The sincerity was thick in his tone, wanting you to know he meant it. “I hope your afternoon goes better than the morning.”

“I can’t wait either, and I hope you have a good day, too.” You smiled. You two uttered a small goodbye, ending the call without another word.

You went into the small shop, thankful for the short line. You gazed up at the menu, pondering what to get. As you stared, your mind drifted off to the boy you’d just been on the phone with. He was your rock, your best friend, and the love of your life; the only thing that gave you true motivation to get through the shitty days. The bad days didn’t come often, but when they did, they were horrid. It was never a just minor incident that caused a disturbance, it always seemed to be written in the stars that everything that could go bad, went badly. When the cashier called you over to order, you settled on another coffee and a sandwich.

After you paid, you made sure to leave a nice tip, hoping that the universe would send some good karma back your way. You moved over to the waiting area, pulling your phone from your pocket to pass the time. When you clicked it on, you immediately relaxed at the sight of your screensaver. It was a picture Sam had sneakily taken of you and Danny; you were looking off in the distance, completely taken off guard when your boyfriend had snuck up behind you and pulled you into a hug. His lips were pressed to your cheek and you were caught in a shriek of laughter. It was your favourite photo to ever exist, and it always made your day better when you saw it.

You’d been dating Danny for a few years now, having moved in together just about a year prior. It had been nothing short of fantastic, aside from the times he was travelling for his career in music. The big home was a bit lonely without him, but you were more than happy to watch him live his dream. There was rarely an argument, and your life was completely filled with love. Still, that didn’t rid your life of days like today, where you couldn’t find it in yourself to see the brighter side of things. Unfortunately, there was nothing in the world that could. Bad days were normal, and everyone had them, but it always felt like yours were catastrophic. They were the type of bad days that made you want to crawl into bed and never leave, plagued with the kind of misery that ached all over and settled deep in your bones.

Danny was like a ray of light, the only aura that could penetrate the cloud of emotion you found yourself caught in. He was well aware he couldn’t solve the issues, but was completely content with just guiding you through it. He did a fantastic job, showering you with love and support. He always quick with positive affirmations in argument to your insecurities, and if words couldn’t help, he was happy to hold you all night if it meant you would feel better. He was beyond anything you ever could have hoped for in a partner, and you were incredibly lucky to have him. At the same time, it sucked that he was the only thing that could truly help you in your bad times, because that meant you had to suffer through until you could see his smiling face. You were sure now that he was aware of the mood you were in, he’d use every spare second of time to send you messages reminding you of how much he adored you.

The barista called your name for the order, catching your attention. You have a half-assed smile and a thank you, reaching out to grab your drink. When you wrapped your hands around it and pulled it towards you, the force from your fingers knocked the poorly secured lid off. The flimsy cardboard cup collapsed inwards, spilling the contents down the front of you. You hissed at the heat from the liquid, closing your eyes at the burning sensation. “Oh my god! I’m so sorry!” The barista blurted out, scrambling for napkins. She handed them across the counter and you grabbed them, dabbing at your clothes. Thankfully, they were black, so the liquid wouldn’t stain them.

“No, it’s okay. It’s not your fault.” You assured her.

“I should have checked the lid.” She sighed. “I’ll get you another one.” She told you before bustling away. You cleaned yourself up as best you could, knowing the thin paper napkins weren’t much of a help. You prayed you had a change of clothes in your car, but didn’t hold onto too much hope. You never seemed to have that type of luck in your life. When your replacement drink was safely in your hand, you mumbled another thank you and quickly bustled out the door to avoid any further embarrassment.

You scavenged your backseat for any other clothes, but you were quickly met with disappointment. You got in the drivers seat, fighting back tears, realizing that the day was not going to get any better. As you drove back to work, your skin was tingling with residual pain, and you wished for nothing more than to just go home. You walked back inside with your head down and your lunch in your hands, praying nobody would stop you and try to spark a conversation. When you got to your office, you closed the door behind you and collapsed into your chair, defeated from the days events. You noticed that your phone was vibrating in your pocket again, and your stomach was still growling with violent hunger.

As you began to eat, you read over the texts you’d received. The first was from Danny, telling you how much he loved you in addition to a plethora of hearts. The rest were from his bandmates, all along the same lines of them wishing you a good day and telling you they missed you. Danny had likely told them you were having a bad day, urging them to show you some love, too. They were nothing short of your best friends, and they always wanted to play a helping hand in making you feel better, so they obliged without issue. You replied to all of them as you ate, finding yourself giving a few genuine smiles at their uplifting words.

When your break finished, you returned to work with a steady eye on the time, praying for 5 o’clock to come faster. The afternoon dragged on much like the morning, still feeling like every minute was passing slower and slower. Eventually, when four thirty hit, you started to pack up your bag in anticipation to leave. Five minutes before your shift was through, you logged out of your accounts and gathered your things. Just as you were starting to shut your computer down, a knock sounded on your door. “Come in.” You called. Soon after, the door swung open and your boss appeared with a stack of files. You tried your best to push a smile out to cover up your grimace.

“It’s your turn to do the month-end report.” He said, placing the papers on your desk. You were certain you had done it not too long ago, leading you to believe this was his punishment for you coming in late. You sucked in a breath through your gritted teeth, nodding in response.

“Okay, I’ll get it done Monday.” You said, grabbing the files and placing them in your desk.

“Perfect. See you Monday at nine!” He made sure to emphasize the time before leaving you to yourself. You grumbled a slur of curses before locking your desk drawers and throwing your office keys in your purse. You stood, double checking that you had everything before heading out of the building.

It was raining, now. The grey clouds in the sky had a striking resemblance to your mood. You unlocked your car and threw your stuff on the passenger seat as you climbed in. When you turned the key in the ignition, the engine turned over, but didn’t start. You felt your stomach sink, immediately trying it once more, but you were met with the same result. You let your hand fall with force against the steering wheel, letting out a short-lived scream. The tears you managed to hold back earlier made their way out with a new found force. You fell back into the seat, closing your eyes while you tried to regain yourself.

After a moment, you pulled out your phone and called Danny again. This time, he answered much faster. “Hey, baby, you on your way home?”

“No,” you tried to keep your voice steady, but he could tell you were crying just from the single word.

“What’s wrong?”

“Car won’t start.” You mumbled. “Think the battery’s dead.”

“Hey, it’s okay. I’m on my way home, not far from you, actually. I think I have some cables in the back.” He explained. You let out a sigh of relief, wiping away tears. Although it was a pointless effort, because they were falling faster than you could keep up with. “I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

“Thank you.” You sniffled. “I’m sorry.”

“What are you saying sorry for, bug?” You felt overwhelmed at his never-ending kindness, feeling deep down that you weren’t deserving of it.

“Making you stop, bothering you all day, being sad.” You gave a small, humourless chuckle as you listed the inconveniences.

“Don’t think any of that is deserving of an apology. Having to stop only means I get to see you, sooner. And, you haven’t been bothering me at all.” You could almost hear the frown in his voice, although his tone was comforting. “You never bother me. You’re my favourite thing in the whole world.”

“I just want to go home and go to bed.” You said, feeling another wave of sobs wash over you. You were distraught enough that you couldn’t even respond to his sweet words. “I don’t want to feel like this anymore.”

“I know, bug. I’m pulling in, now. Can you see me?” You looked to the entry of the parking lot, and sure enough, he was there. He pulled up beside you, giving you a goofy smile and a wave. You couldn’t help but laugh through the tears. The sight of him alone was enough to ease the hurt. He rolled his passenger window down, prompting you to roll yours down, too. He ended the call before he spoke. “Hello, beautiful. Fancy meeting you here.”

“Hi,” you greeted, sending him a smile. He climbed out of his vehicle, walking over to your window. He reached in, immediately wiping the tears away from your face.

“No need to cry over a dead battery. Easy fix.” He assured you. He leaned in, giving you a quick kiss. You felt the dread fizzle away, immediately feeling better at the small gesture. “You smell like coffee.” He noted.

“Long story.” You sighed, taking in the sight of him. He was in a cut off t-shirt and jeans, and his hair was pulled back into a bun. He looked tired, but had a permanent smile stuck on his lips. He was gorgeous, even in the simplicity. You thought it would be impossible for someone to be more beautiful than him.

“Care to share?” He asked as he opened the back door of his car. He pulled out a set of jumper cables in triumph, turning to show you. His proud expression was adorable, sending a flood of warmth straight to your heart. His willingness to help was overwhelming in the best possible way. You’d never met someone who cared for you so much, let alone someone who seemed so happy to do so.

“Spilled my drink all over me at the cafe earlier.” You told him, watching him move to the hood of his car. He lifted it, propping it up. He walked over and did the same to yours.

“You’re supposed to drink it, not wear it, silly.” He made a lighthearted pass. “Did it burn you?”

“It hurt, but I don’t think it left any marks or anything. Don’t really feel it, now.” He connected the cables carefully, making sure they were on in the right spots.

“Well that’s good at least, bug. Try starting it now.” He took a step back. You turned the keys over, and the engine sputtered for a moment, but eventually started. You let out a sigh of relief. He removed the cables and threw them back in his car. You left yours running, but got out to join him. “See? Easy fix. Should charge itself on the drive home.” He hummed, holding his arms out to you. You practically fell into them, holding on to him as if your life depended on it. You didn’t care about the rain, just about finally being able to hug him. Everything felt okay when he was holding you. He placed a kiss on the top of your head, gently rubbing his palm over your back.

“You’re the best, Danny. Thank you so much.” You said, fully meaning it. He was the best, you were certain of it. “I love you.” You mumbled, words muffled due to your face being pressed into his chest.

“You’re welcome, baby. I love you, too.” He didn’t let you go until you were ready. Eventually you pulled back, looking up at him with nothing but adoration in your eyes. “I picked up dinner. Your favourite.” He gave a smile, reaching up and brushing your hair from your face. He cupped your cheek in his large hand, causing you to instinctively lean into the touch.

“You’re too good to me.” You closed your eyes, savouring the feeling of his skin on yours.

“As if,” he let out a playful scoff. “Get in, you’re gonna get sick if you stand out in the rain for too long.” He said. You gave a nod, reluctantly pulling back from him. He leaned down, giving you one last kiss before opening your car door for you. “I’ll see you at home.” He said as he closed the door behind you. “Drive safe.”

“You, too. Thank you again.” He waved you off, not willing to accept a thank you for such a small service. He waited for you to pull out and leave before getting back into his vehicle.

The drive home was much better than the rest of your day. Knowing you would get to spend the rest of the night alone with Danny was enough of a consolation for the days suffering. The idea alone was even able to put you in good spirits, finding yourself able to sing along with a few songs on the radio. When you reached your shared home, you parked and hopped out, eager to get inside and get your coffee-stained clothes off. You weren’t even in the house before Danny was driving in, too. You waited for him to join you, watching him as he collected his things. “You threw a hitch in my plan.” He laughed, peeking at you over the roof of his car. You raised an eyebrow as an inquiry. “My big romantic gesture relied on me being home before you.” He explained. You noticed a tinge of red plaster across his cheeks. He pulled out a bouquet of flowers and a little stuffed animal. A box of chocolates was hidden behind the bear, too.

“Danny,” You scolded, feeling your eyes brim with tears again. Although, they were happy ones, this time. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“I wanted to, baby. It’s not much, but I hope it helps a little bit.” You walked over to him, straining a bit to place a kiss to his cheek. Even with your heels on, he was still a little too tall to reach. “You deserve it. I, uh, got your favourite wine, too. I figured it’s Friday, so…” the dreaded tears ran down your face again, making him nervous that he may have done the wrong thing. “I’m sorry, was it stupid? I just wanted to cheer you up.”

“No! No, I just… I appreciate you. You’re too good to me.” You wiped your cheeks with the back of your hand, trying to compose yourself again.

“I don’t think I could ever be too good to you. You deserve the world.” He leaned down, pressing his lips to yours.

“Thank you so much.” You said as he pulled away.

“You’re welcome, bug. Here,” he handed you the flowers and the bear. You took them, looking over them in gratitude. He grabbed the bag of takeout and the bottle of wine, closing the door with his foot. You both made your way inside, kicking your shoes off and going straight to the kitchen. He placed everything he was carrying on the table and grabbed the stuff from your hands. “Go take a shower, I’ll take care of everything else.” You gave him a soft smile, taking the opportunity to pull him into another hug.

“You’re the best.” You told him, making sure your poor mood didn’t cloud your appreciation.

“Only for you.” He whispered. You almost laughed at the statement.

“Whatever,” you pulled back, looking up at his smiling face. “You’re a ray of sunshine no matter where you go. You know that.”

“Yeah, but I shine the brightest for you.” He reminded. He lifted your chin with his index finger, leaning down for one more kiss before you left.

After you showered, you changed into one of Danny’s t-shirts and a pair of your most comfortable old pyjama pants that you’d word almost to destruction. When you joined him back downstairs, he’d put the flowers in a vase turned all of the lights off. In the living room, you could hear the soft hum of the record player. You followed the sound, seeing him sitting on the couch with the coffee table pulled close. The takeout containers were resting atop of it, with two glasses of wine accompanying them. He had changed, too, now only in a pair of sweatpants. His hair was still tied back, giving you a full view of his face. He’d even lit a few candles around the room, giving some low light after he’d closed the curtains. His lips upturned into a smile at the sight of you

“Come here,” he held his hand out to you. You obliged to his request with no hesitation, joining him on the couch. “Feel better?”

“Much,” You assured him.

“We’ve got the whole night to do whatever you want. We got what we needed done at the studio, today, so we have all day tomorrow, too.” Your heart warmed at his statement, realizing you could spend all day wrapped up in each other. You were eager to get as much time with him as possible, already preparing for the next time he’d have to go on tour.

You two ate in almost silence, enjoying the food and each others company. When you were both full, you took the takeout containers and stored the leftovers in the fridge. You returned and saw that Danny had readjusted himself on the couch, leaning into the arm with his legs strewn across it lengthwise. You changed the record before sitting down, finding home between his legs and resting your back against his chest. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer to him. You relaxed into his hold, closing your eyes and leaning your head against his shoulder. He snaked his hands under your shirt, letting them rest on your stomach. There was no hidden implication, just the desire to feel closer to you.

You slipped your hands on top of his, intertwining your fingers. After a moment, he leaned down, placing a kiss to your cheek. He kept his head down, resting his face on yours. You laughed at the action, leaning into him a bit more. The warmth of his skin felt nice on yours, inviting you into him even further. “I love you more than words, bug.” He hummed. The small things he did were worth more than the entire world, to you. His small gestures and loving words never left any room for doubt, and he loved you better than anyone that came before him. You were sure that nobody would come after him, either. You felt quite confident in saying he was the love of your life, and you’d be damned if you let him get away.

“You have no idea how much I love you.” You replied, feeling his arms squeeze you a little bit tighter.

“Bet you it’s not even close to how much I love you.” He smiled.

“I’m sorry my bad days get so bad.” You whispered. “I know it’s hard to deal with, and I know you’re too nice to tell me.”

“I don’t think you’re hard to deal with at all. I don’t know who made you believe that, because it’s always been a pleasure to love you, even on your bad days. Means you’re comfortable enough to show me all of you, and that’s what I want.” He explained. If it was possible to love him any more, at the sound of his words, you did. He always seemed to know exactly what to say. “You’re human. You’re allowed to be sad, or angry, or whatever you want to feel whenever you want to feel it. When I asked you to be my girlfriend, I didn’t just want to date you for the good times. That would be selfish. I signed up for all of it, the bad days, the sick days, the boring ones, and the really good ones. You take care of me when I’m grumpy, too.” You chuckled.

“As if you’re ever grumpy.”

“You take care of me in all sorts of ways. Don’t discredit yourself.” He said, loosening his grip and reaching over for his wine glass. “I don’t ever want you to feel guilty for being upset. Taking care of you is my favourite thing to do.” The conversation died down, and the wine was coming to an end, too. You were both slightly tipsy; your cheeks rosy and you were both growing more handsy by the second. With enough time, the fog of misery seemed to dissipate as well. It was part of his charm; just knowing he existed was enough to put a smile on your face. Danny was the exception to every bad mood and miserable day. His love was stronger than any horrible thought or emotion your brain could conspire, and it always seemed to chase them away.

You stood, making a move to change the record which had slowed to a stop. You flashed him a cover, silently asking for approval. He gave a hum of affirmation, appreciating your choice. You replaced the record that was already on with the new one, carefully slipping it back in its sleeve. You touched the needle to the vinyl, waiting a second for the music to start. When it did, Danny stood and walked over to you. He held out a hand, resulting in a quizzical look from you.

“Dance with me.” He said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. You rolled your eyes, but a smile was growing on your lips. You took his hand, allowing him to carefully twirl you around. He pulled you into him, his hand finding your hip. You brought your arms up to his neck, both of you swaying in time to the music.

“I can’t dance.” You giggled, but he already knew that.

“Me, either.” He laughed, but you knew that, too.

“Four left feet and a bottle of wine don’t mix, Danny.” You explained.

“What’s life without a little risk?” He asked, bracing his arm on your lower back as he pulled you into him and dipped you down towards the floor. You let out a chorus of giggles as he did so, having no fear that he would drop you. If there was one thing you knew about Danny, it was that he’d protect you with his life. If you were falling, he’d always catch you. If he couldn’t, he’d fall, too, just so you wouldn’t have to do it alone. He leaned down and kissed you, holding the position for a moment. He parted from you only slightly, just to give you a grin.

“How romantic.” You poked fun. “You trying to seduce me?”

“Depends,” he said “is it working?”

“Mmm, you’re almost there.” He leaned down, placing a kiss on your exposed neck. Your eyes fluttered closed at the feeling, realizing that there was nothing that could compare. “Better.” He pulled you back upright, making sure you were steady on your feet. He guided your chin upwards with his finger and brought you into another kiss, one where the only thing he had to focus on was you. You let one of your hands fall on his bicep and the other on the back of his neck, bringing him impossibly closer. The wine was clouding your head, enhancing every touch. His hands fell to your hips, pulling you towards him once more. When you parted, you were both breathless and had stars dancing in your eyes.

You watched him for a moment, immersed in his aura. Even the air around him radiated with comfort. He was perfect. He was everything. Unfathomably caring, attentive, and more loving than you ever believed a person could be. You felt extremely blessed to be able to share your life with him, and you were eternally grateful to have someone who was so willing to love you, even when it didn’t serve him any benefit. “What are you thinking about?” He asked, hands still holding you close to him.

“You,” you admitted, giving him a small smile. “I’m always thinking about you.”

“That’s strange,” he hummed, looking quite pensive. “‘Cause I’m always thinking about you, too.”

“That is weird.” You agreed. “You think we should start dating, or something?” You asked, pretending to be bashful about the question.

“Yeah, I think that would be pretty cool.” He nodded. “Should we, like, hold hands or something?” He asked, as if the idea was blasphemous. You shrugged, eventually nodding back at him.

“That would be pretty cool,” you mimicked his statement. In response, he let one hand fall from your hip, extending it out to you. You slipped yours into his, intertwining your fingers. “I love you.” You whispered, a grin eating away at your face. The childish nature of the situation reflected on the purity of the adoration he had for you.

“I love you, bug.” He leaned down, placing a kiss to your forehead. “I’m sorry you had a rough day.”

“It’s okay. You always make it better.” He wrapped his arm around you, holding you with all of the love he could muster within him.

“That’s all I want to do. I’d be more than alright if I spent the rest of my life making you happy.”

“You wouldn’t have to try very hard. Happy is the only thing I know how to feel, when I’m with you.” You laid your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes, completely overtaken with comfort. You were certain that if you got to spend the rest of your life loving him, it would be the happiest lifetime you could live.

[milimeters-morales]

okay more pictures I had thoughts about

Starting with these:

This handwriting is diff than how he wrote his name on that scan sheet in so I’m glad I can see his natural handwriting and not the neater one for tests and such, also the 😩 emoji he drew out I’m cryinggggg he’s so silly 😭😭😭 and I loved the little drawings he did in the book too, esp the cute version of the spider and the hearts around the bite!!! His memory is so fucking good too, to be able to remember all the details in the people he’s drawn and a spider he hasn’t seen in a long while (or a few days, idk when he actually drew this part)! Next ! :3

This one is soooo fucking funny to me. Bro can’t stand his ass he really can’t believe this is NYC’s new protector. Miles needed to get charged 50% more for embarrassing himself and by extension me bc I had to defend him here. It is a quick moment with him and Lenny (I think that’s his name?) but I like to think that they know each other, or at least have a friendly relationship for Miles to be so casual about this. If I really wanted to reach, and I do, I would say that he knows it’s Miles lol bc the voice is a dead giveaway.

THIS IS MY FAV PAIR OF PHOTOS TODAY. So I love the squinty then closed eyes, the use of his other powers besides the usual spider-man abilities, AND how he’s using them effectively but ends up indirectly causing a blackout ! Of course this isn’t the way I wanted it to go, I would prefer him being the direct cause in a scenario where maybe he takes the energy or overloads it to the point of a blackout, BUT this was funny, and it was still basically what I really hoped to see! And wasn’t this robot villain super similar to a robot toy either Miles or Ganke had in their dorm room??? can you imagine that the villains have more merch than Miles does and Ganke makes sure to remind him of that 😭😭😭 help

Now listen I think Miles would be ADORABLE. SO PRECIOUS. SO SILLY. with a few hairs actually above his lip. He swears it’s a full on mustache but it looks like he drew it on with eyeliner. Can you imagine how similar he’d look to Aaron when he laughs AND has those few hairs? He’d be ecstatic and would be showing them off to everyone he knows, he’s telling his dad that he’s a man now and can’t be grounded and that his curfew needs to be later, Rio’s probably only egging it on and Jeff is so proud but SO annoyed bc both him and spider-man, by pure coincidence, are starting to act like they’re much more mature and above anything and everybody in the way teenagers are when they reach a milestone, only to still be an anxious teenager underneath the new attitude lol. Also bug eyes :3 you know I love me them bug eyes

And I have no words for this autistic ass smile. “Didn’t know how to smile until I was 8” faceass. “Intelligent young boy but struggling to connect with peers” written on his 3rd grade report card faceass. “Doesn’t get along well with the other boys in class and opts to read instead of participating in recess or class fun” said in the PTC faceass. I don’t even care that this isn’t even his natural smile and he’s rightfully awkward looking here, to me he has been canonically stated to be some form of neurodivergent. Sword slash to the chest. And you’re on fire

[4pplec0re]

hey!!!!!! where'd you get the middle names from for the choir?? and do they have any specific meaning?? am curious :3

thank you for asking about this i would love to share

i came up with mischa's middle name weeks ago, actually. my friend had tweeted something like "lets make rtcsonas except they're just us as our favs," so i drew mischa as me; i was thinking about what i might call him a few days afterward and i thought about a name i used to go by, alex, so i looked up ukrainian name equivalents to it, and found oleksandr. i'd like anything involving me to start with an a, so it wouldn't have worked for my 'rtcsona' and i instead gave it to my mischa! UPDATE: now it's oleksandrovych! someone told me ukrainian middle names are actually patronymic so instead i suppose his dad was named oleksandr. bro named him that and then dipped

today was when i came up with the rest of them. for all of them, i scrolled through my massive list of names and selected ones i thought would fit: i chose oscar for noel because i thought about what his mother might have named him while she was pregnant. i selected from a bunch of different boy names:

i landed on oscar because it rolled off the tongue the best, and i also thought it would be funny if he just really hated his middle name, which i do not think he likes oscar very much, LOL

i chose katherine for constance while i was scrolling through the list to find names for noel. i spotted it and instantly thought of her. my constance is trans, so i like to think when she came out she asked her parents what they would have named her if she was a girl.

next, i gave ocean piper. i thought of unique names/names a hippie might name their daughter. i chose from this list:

at first, i was unsure about it; it was good, it fit her, but i wasnt sure if it sounded good as a middle name. but a couple of the people in my rtc rp server thought it was good, so i settled on it.

then, i looked for a name for ricky. again, i thought about names his parents might name him. here was his list:

i landed on bailey because me and those same server members thought it flowed the best. though, he was almost ricky oliver!

finally, i did penny's. i saved her for last, because i hadn't thought about what her parents are like, but i based my list off of the vibes that the name penny gave:

originally, i actually crossed out ophelia, instead opting for lily, violet, or opal, because i wasn't sure if i liked how it sounded; but then the chat loved how penny ophelia lamb sounded, so i decided to go with it!

[not-5-rats]

my bug-ivation has returned to me...so here's some questions for you guys <3

1) How often does your Bug get sick?

2) Follow up question, what do they do if smbdy they care abt is sick?

3) Uh oh, your Bug is dead. Who do you think (out of the other Bugs) would be the most upset by their death?

4) scenario #1

(For a lil context, I was rambling to my little brother abt the army, Chester and his backstory when he said he wanted to make an oc. So he made Hizo [hee-zo], she goes by he/she and is Frans best friend) (drawings of him at the end #1 by my brother #2 by me)

Bug was in the living room, sat down on the ground beside them was Fran. She had been dumped on Bug because Chester had been dragged away by Daisy who wanted to show him a 'new' flower she had found.

Fran wasn't really talking to Bug just doodling in her notepad, occasionally glancing up to make sure Bug hadn't left. Bug didn't spend much time with Fran but even they could tell something was up with her today, even if she didn't speak she would usually hum/ whistle to herself as she drew but today? Dead silent.

Bug decided it would be best to check up on her, just make sure she was doing alright. They dropped off the couch to kneel beside her, she flinched slightly before pausing her drawing and looking over at them. They asked if she was okay and she signed back

'I like being here, I like you guys, I like being with brother...but I miss my friend'

She pointed to her drawing, showing a person. Tears had started to spring in her eyes as she stared down at the drawing. It was clear this person meant alot to her, she enjoyed seeing them but since she lived here with them she couldn't see her friend anymore. She was on the verge of tears just staring at the drawing

What does Bug do?

5) scenario #2 to my fav AU at the moment, Yandere! AU

technically for this one I made 2 separate scenarios, 1 for most of the bugs then a separate 1 for Ulysseus & Duarte specifically cause I couldn't think of a way to write either for everyone lol-

for most of the bugs -

Bug had been hanging out with Duarte/ Ulysseus that day (u pick which one) they had been having a pretty good day. They had went out together to check the traps, ensuring that no unfortunate half-bloods were caught in them. Now though they were back home, in the kitchen, having a snack

They were just chatting bout the day when Duarte/ Ulysseus excused themself for a moment, though they said they'd be right back. As soon as she was out of view a figure appeared beside Bug...Chester? He was just sort of standing beside Bug, not saying anything, just staring down at them a slight threat in his gaze. Finally after a moment he spoke, his voice hushed yet assertive

"You best distance yourself from them...they are a very...special individual and you, well you're just not good enough to be anywhere near them. If you still need convincing though, I've heard that bad things have been happening to people that stick around after their warning"

A blade gently pressed against the back of Bugs head but before they could respond the two heard their companion coming back down the corridor. And just as soon as he had appeared Chester vanished again, leaving Bug stood there, a slightly distant look on their face. When Duarte/ Ulysseus returned they instantly noticed the change in their friend, so asked if they were ok

You ok Bug?

for Ulysseus & Duarte -

Bug had been out in town when they met a rather nice stranger, the two began to talk and eventually became friends. This friend had come over to the house a couple of times and had met all the other Bugs, amongst these Bugs was Chester.

The day this person and Chester met though something seemed to change in the friend. They began to cling to Bug, constantly wanting to be around them, always coming over and spending time with them. Bug had no idea what was going on, they just sorta accepted it..but suddenly, after a few months of them never leaving Bugs side, the friend stopped contacting Bug. At first they believed the friend was just busy but as the days wore on they began to worry

They tried looking for their friend...but to no avail. They were upset, but luckily Chester was always there to comfort them through their loss. Whenever they needed help Chester was always there to offer it, so one day when they were really quite sad about just life in general, Bug decided to go find him. They checked his room, but he wasn't there so they went out to the garden...

...the fuck is that. Their friends body lay there, their skin had begun to grey and their eyes seemed dull. It was clear they were dead. Bug was startled, they stood stunned for a moment. They couldn't believe they were dead....let alone dead in their garden. They were suddenly snapped out of their shocked trance as Chester came walking around the corner, a sharp blade in his hand

"you should have listened when I told you to stay awa-" he spots Bug, his smile dropping slightly "*Bug*...what are you doing back here? You never come back here..."

He took a step towards them, they stumbled away. He stared at them, before a sick smile began to twist itself onto his face

"Oh darling, please calm down, there's no need to be like that. They needed to go, they weren't...good enough...for you. I warned then to go away, I warned them, but they didn't listen. I swear I didn't have any other choice, I did this....for you dear...for you"

He fell silent, his eyes boring into theirs. Something shone through his eyes, something they had never seen before. An obsessive hunger, a love that was never-ending, thay would never be satisfied...an obsession. He inched closer

What do you do Bug?

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[erinwantstowrite]

Aaaah, Erin!! Your tiktok got me excited about drawing again, the first thing I drew in at least 8 months was a small drawing of Peter with his jacket because I thought it was insanely cool, and now your tumblr is getting me excited about writing again, so thanks for getting me back to my hobbies i guess lol

I struggle with writing long stories (i can't remember when I last wrote something longer than 3k,,,) but honestly you inspire me to keep trying! When I first found LoF, you were only 4 chapters in but already 120k words, all that in barely a month worth of update, which was both impressive and terrifying, but now i hope one day I'll also be so passionate about a fic i manage to write 120k words in a month!

Aaahhhh!!! That's amazing!!! It's weird to think that my own art can inspire people, cause it feels like just yesterday I was the one following my fav artists and trying to be more like them? This makes me really happy to see :))

Yyyyyeahhh I'm a little bit insane. When it comes to word count, I used to really struggle to get over 500 words, which is hard to imagine now. I think it was because I had a hard time envisioning it in my head, and I also didn't understand some fundamentals of writing. The more I practiced, the easier it was to get out more words.

That, and I figured out my average writing time. I set up a "40 minute" timer 3 times, and then I did some math to see how much I wrote in those periods. The 1st 40 minutes I'd write 700 words(ish), the 2nd period I wrote 900, and the 3rd one was 1000.

So now I do a writing warm up to get my brain going (like doing art warmups or stretches before you run), then I write for LoF/whatever I'm working on that day doing a "write for 40, break for 10-20 (depends on the day), write for 40"

I set up a word count goal like "I'd like to get to 10,000 words today." I look and see that the day before, I had written to 6,000. That means I'd have to write 4,000 words. If my average time is 1,000 per 40 minutes and I take plenty of breaks, I could probably do it within a couple hours. But at the end of the day, I listen more to my brain and sometimes it's a 2,000 word day or even a 400 word. Sometimes, nothing at all. I find that listening to the time is more important than listening to my word count goal itself.

Keep in mind that this is just my average time. Always plan around for what works for you. At the end of the day, it's more important that you're having fun while you write!

[remuslupinkinnie1979]

It's marauders non-men month and today is Sybill Trelawney day so...

Half-blood

They/she, bisexual

Half Romani from their mother's side

Ravenclaw

One year younger than the marauders

Shared a dorm with Pandora

Her and Panda were besties

Was friends with Xenophilius Lovegood and Septima Vector

Peter and them were dating in her 5th, 6th and 7th year (they broke up after they had a vision about Pete being a traitor. She was trying to warn everyone but no one would listen to them, bc they known as 'the crazy one')

Was autistic with ADHD

Was REALLY clumsy and would trip over their own feet and bump into things all the time.

Would carry around plasters and even bandaids

Loved the type of clothes that I drew her in

Would have a shared wardrobe with Xeno and Panda

5'3 tall (the shortest in her friend group)

Was vegetarian

Loved pasta and green tea

Really looked up to her great grandmother - Cassandra, a great and famous seer

Was bullied badly in first 2 years (in 3rd year Septima found out about it and quickly made the bullies regret that they were even born)

Besides divination their fav subjects were numerology and herbology

Would come up with the weirdest conspiracy theories ever in like middle of a class

Due to her clumsiness their clothes would get damaged. Xeno would have to fix them regularly (they would actually sew and not use a spell)

Could not cook for shit. Literally, she can burn WATER. She would just put things in the oven and then just... forget. They would not even smell that something is burning and if it wasn't for Xeno, she would start an actual fire at Hogwarts. They were forbidden from the kitchen by first her mom when they were 7 and we're learning how to cook and then in second year by Pandora, when she wanted to make her a birthday cake (let's say the dorm didn't look very well after that)

Very forgetful and lost things easily. Would put her glasses on a table, walk to another room and be like: 'Hmmm... Where are my glasses???'

The definition of a cat lady (all of them were black stray cats obvi)

Would like girl in red, Hozier and Beach Bunny

Wouldn't be a fan of quidditch but would support Septima during matches (her, Panda and Xeno would wear these hats with a raven like Luna and ABSOLUTELY SLAY in them)

A total Pandalily shipper

Really messy hair

Had a little crush on Septima in 4th year and they even kissed once in spin the bottle, but Septima would be in love with Aurora Sinistra

I think that's it + my fanart

[pidgemotoiii]

Hot for Shuri pt 2

An: HEY THANK YOU FOR ALL THE LOVE, (Why did some of my fav shuri writers like my story!! yall had me freaking out) it's really nice thank you so much. Sorry for being gone for so long I hope this makes up for it. Requests are open please send some in. If you want to send them that is.

Enjoy the fic!

Summary: It's shuri she's hot what else.

Warnings: Badly written smut.

Word count: 3.1k again

Oop forgot Translations: Used yandex translation

Bast, ndandingazi ukuba ungandincumela-I didn't know you could smile at me.

Ewe-angelo-yes my angel

usana-baby

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Previously on ‘Hot for Shuri’

“wai-Wait how about you two have lessons here.” Is she serious? “I could buy some chairs and smaller desks and have them shipped by your second session.” She is serious. Riri considered for a bit, Shuri rocked on her heels waiting for her response. 

“Look, see you get two geniuses for the price of one.” If she only knew. Shuri couldn’t contain her excitement murmuring to herself that she'll place the order right now. You couldn’t feel any worse than how you did now.

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A week has passed and it is now Wednesday. One day before you, Riri, and Shuri’s first tutoring session.

“Shuri- we have to talk.” Riri barges into Shuri’s office. It was four in the afternoon. Her walk is commanding and her fists are clenched. 

“Not now Riri.” Shuri’s face is in her papers, she is clutching a red pen. Her face is stone cold.

 A portable whiteboard with objectives for tomorrow stood opposite her bookshelves. Flash cards also sit neatly, there are a lot of flash cards. Two swivel chairs are positioned at Shuri’s desk and Riri took a seat. 

“Shuri, are you really mad at me?”

“I’m not mad at you-” 

“Yes you are, you haven’t given me anything to do in the lab for the past week” 

“Aneka is also very capable of filing and using a screwdriver.”

“Shuri.” Riri pleads.  

“What now?” Shuri was becoming more agitated by the second.

“Shuri! I know you.” Riri tries to grab Shuri's hand.

 Shuri yanks hers back and slams them down on the desk. “Well if you knew me, you would have known I was helping her.” 

“Helping her?” 

“Yes, her. She's been sitting there and not doing anything, asking no question, I don’t want to fail her. If you were trying to help you could’ve redirected her to me.” 

“Why are you trying to stop me from getting my money?” Riri questions and takes an immense sigh as she rolls her head. Shuri chooses not to respond and continues marking her papers, head down.

“Well too bad. I'm sorry you’re so hung up on my client but I can't do nun' bout it, she’s paying me, and if you don't like me helping.” Riri paused, “Why’d you let us use your office, huh?” Riri’s face screwed up. 

Shuri finally looked up, and flicked her eyes up and then down. "Because.” She smirks.

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Today is the day.

“Lia I'm sure it’s not that bad.” You drew out your voice. Your normal routine of picking Lia up from her two pm Basic Chemistry class is always a joy but today you have another engagement.

“Yes it is. I think she might have it out for me.” 

“I think you’re being slightly overdramatic.”

“No- I’m not. I know when someone is looking at me sideways.” When Lia got in one of her moods there was no dissuading her. You should go along with her for now. This time it was about her basic chem professor, allegedly; she's been making her answer questions when her hand isn't raised, taking half points off of her lab reports, and telling her to get off her phone more.

“So like a professor?” You had to remind her some time or later.

“I'm being serious- shut up, there she is.” The woman is really pretty, maybe twenty-six, her hair is in a high puff that’s slicked down, and her attire is suitable for working in a lab, with nothing flowing or too tight. 

Lia walked over to her and handed over a green folder. “Miss Pratt, here is my final draft for the different types of foodborne diseases.” 

“Thank you Miss Hamilton, I expect this is in a three prong folder and without your name on the lab report.”

“Yes ma’am,” Lia answered respectfully. Professor Pratt collected the report from her hands. As she turned back, Lia did a silent fist pump, and you quietly laughed behind your hand. “You are too much work, Miss Hamilton, I’m not your counselor but don’t let your friends drag you down.” Damn, you’re starting to see what Lia’s been telling you. Professor Pratt just nonchalantly flipped through her lab report. Lia gave her a very stink cut-eye, clenched her teeth, and pursed her lips. ‘Lia don’t do this please’ your eyes implored her. 

“Well, I don’t think you don’t have to worry about that, in fact- my friend has something to get to for a professor and you’re holding us up.” Lia was furious, her brow furrowed, her eyes were starting to water, and the metaphorical steam was rolling off her in waves.‘Subtly and Lia never go together?’  You thought to yourself. 

“Lia, Lia calm down, let's go, we spent thirty minutes here already. ” You whispered to her while rubbing her back in circles; Hoping to calm her down.

“Thanks, angel, it’s fine. You’re right let’s go.” You 'hmmed'. Professor Pratt glanced up from the lab report, she caught your eye with hers, though there was a feeling you couldn't place. You decided to give a curt ‘good afternoon’, Lia and you packed your bags and left. In the hallway, far enough from the lab, Lia said something.

“Told you, she was an ass.” Lia mumbled while sniffling.

“Hey-hey you could always make a complaint to the Dean.” 

“It’s not that serious, I'll be fine.” You gave her a hug sensing that she needed one.

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“Riri!” Your fist knocked on her door rapidly. You started to twitch a little bit, shuffling from one foot to the next and sweat was gathering on your brow. 

Lia leaned over to you. “I mean you could come with me back to my dorm-”

“Why would she do that when she just got here?” You knew the accent anywhere. First day of class and you’re already talking about ditching. You hung your head low with shame, but it wasn’t too low to miss the shit-eating grin Shuri had on her face; Lia was no better than her. 

“Riri’s coming in a minute but I could get you started on something.” A faint ‘she gonna get you started on something aye.’  You decided to end this interaction here. 

“Bye- I have to do real work now.” You told her sarcastically. 

“Work, alright then” Lia rolled her eyes and strutted away.

“Real work?” Shuri giggled above you. You seemed to have forgotten why you were there in the first place. She’s just so wow, looking up at her is something that you should do often. For a moment Shuri’s eyes were glossed over but reanimated once again.

“There’s a test on the desk for you.” you gaped at her. 

“A test, already?” 

“Yes, a test that you need to do. It’s just a general quiz, see where you are and what areas we need to focus on with you.” You flipped through the booklet; it’s ten pages. Do all the multiple choices make it better? Slightly. You shuffle over to your seat and rest your bag down. Shuri glided over to you and set the timer to one hour, she also handed you a pen; you told her 'thank you'.

Fifteen minutes later and you could still feel Shuri’s eyes focusing on you. You felt really good about it, even clenching your legs together. She was posted up by the door, leaning against it with her hands in her pockets. A loud knocking startled her and interrupted your train of thought, which didn't pertain to the test at all. 

“Hey! Hey sorry i'm late! That differential equations class, she loves group projects.” Riri stormed into the room, commanding all the attention. 

“Sh!” She put her finger to her lips and grabbed Riri’s wrist, tugging her towards her. 

“What?” Riri whispered.

“She’s taking the pre-test-”

“When did we decide on that?”

“When you came late” Wow that ended the conversation quickly. Shuri accentuated her words by poking Riri in the chest at ‘you’ and ‘late’. You turned around to see what was going around for yourself. Shuri looked over Riri’s shoulder and mouthed to you ‘It’s fine’ and smiled; You returned a smile to her.

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An hour and ten minutes have officially passed. Shuri and Riri are looking over your paper with rapt attention. Shuri puts your paper down and they take a heavy sigh. ‘This cannot be good.’ you say to yourself. Shuri decides to speak first. 

“Ok, we have a lot to do” she walked over to where you were sitting. “Circuits, thermodynamics and quantum physics, the rest I don’t expect you to know yet. Luckily, I caught you early so I could help before the class gets into more strenuous topics.” Riri rolls her eyes at Shuri’s boasting.

“I could get you started on the basics of circuits right now.”

“Alright that's fine.” You answered Riri. 

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You take a labored sigh, ‘This is too much work’. Riri’s words morphed into one very long blurb. Something about a series, parallels, inhibitors, and switches. The absolute sight that is Shuri just blended into the background by the forty-five-minute mark. ‘Maybe I shouldn't have taken this class’, you can hear Lia’s smug 'I told you'. Regardless, Riri notices your lack of energy, and she decides that stopping for the day is the best plan of action. 

“So.. how was the class?" Riri asked.

“It was good, you didn’t rush or anything, just a lot of information.” You answered.

“That's good, I’m sending you some practice questions and diagrams.” Your phone made a familiar ‘bzzt!’ You told her 'thank you'. 

“Alright, imma bounce, don’t forget my money on Monday-” Riri took her bag and gave a short wave to you and Shuri. The door clicked shut, and that feeling came back. The warmth in your lower abdomen disperses throughout your whole body but loves to make a special home between your thighs. You close your eyes and take a breath to cool yourself down. Shuri looks at you inquisitively.

“You do know nobody get’s things right the first time around, yeah?” She looks at you from behind her computer. 

“Huh?! Oh-oh, the class.” She lets out a light giggle at your flustered-ness. Awe how sweet, she thinks you're worried about your performance (you are- but not at the moment). Her giggle grew into a boisterous cackle, and you were unsure whether you should join in. 

“I'm sorry-I'm sorry it’s just your face when I reminded-” She had to catch herself because of her laughing cutting up every word in her sentence. “When I reminded you of the lesson, your face just-” she made a downward motion with her hands. You were delighted to the fact that she found you funny but to the cost of your hornyness was an issue. 

“I promise, I won’t talk about the lessons after we’re done with them.” You gave her a ‘really’ look.

“I swear-” She was so close to you, you wondered if she somehow developed teleportation. Shuri was sitting on her desk, her cashmere pant leg almost rubbing against your arm. You decided to pull your head up so it doesn't look like you were staring at her crotch. Terrible mistake, the peak of her collarbone winked at you through the two unbuttoned buttons on her shirt.  

"So, what are we going to talk about?" a weak grin accompanied your question. 

"How about your friend? You guys seem cute." She gave an exaggerated nonchalant shrug. 

"Who? Lia? What, no, she's a friend, a good friend. Why ask though?"

"I'm sorry, Riri's just been-"

"Ah! I knew it!" You shot up out of your chair knocking Shuri off her balance. She fell with a thud against her desk, your hand on her wrist doing nothing to aid her fall. All you could do was laugh-her eyes widened. 

"Bast, ndandingazi ukuba ungandincumela." Shuri expressed sweetly while looking up at you while both of your arms caged her in. You immediately stopped laughing and jumped back realizing the compromising position you two were in. You checked your phone and it was six thirty!? Oh no, you snatched your bag off the floor mumbling a skittish 'I have to go bye!' The tension dissipated Shuri let out a weighty sigh as she got up and picked up her paperweights and pens off the floor. She buttons her shirt and shakes her head. 

As you sprinted down the hallway in the corner of your vision you saw Professor Pratt. You didn't know what the look was then but one thing you knew is that it was cold. 

"Good evening, Director Udaku."

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You slammed your door shut, threw your bag in the corner of the room, and marched yourself to shower. In which none of your thoughts were consumed by Shuri at all. You ultimately flopped down on your bed after that exhausting day. Your eyes are heavy as lead, your pillow calling you to sleep.

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You knock on the door, “Come, in..”, her voice groggy. She obviously didn't get enough sleep last night. The blinds were drawn slightly shut over the windows, minuscule fragments of light escaping. 

She’s at her desk, hunched over again, her head diving forward for the coolness of her desk. 

“Shuri..” you cooed, voice lilting on the last syllable, “Please at least close the computer”. Your heels clacked against the hardwood flooring like a metronome. Adding to the soothing haze you were unknowingly putting her under.  

You reached her, placed your hands on the desk, and bent over peeking at Shuri’s drowsy form underneath your eyelashes. Shuri's upper body sloped over, head now fully smooshed on the desk, her eyes closed and her hands trying to capture you with as much effort as she can. You being sneaky, you moved back, Shuri sensing your presence is not in immediate reaching distance; she pouts, pushes herself off of the desk, and flops dramatically against her chair. 

“Who knew Professor Udaku was just a child in disguise?” Your voice was coy, almost flirtatious. Her face scrunched, then morphed into a warm smile. You let out a sigh and began walking over to her briskly. When you got close to her, she spread her legs, and you ‘hmphed’ as you walked past her. She’s starting to pout again-

“Now Shuri stop that'', your sentence trails into a light whisper. Shuri’s chest feels heavy, she cracked her eyes to see you draped over her. Your hands rubbed her chest and your face nuzzled in her neck. 

“You have to stop doing this to yourself, at least for me please”, goosebumps littered her skin as you spoke. Your lips trailed up and down her neck, tenderly kissing her skin. Your hands now grazing the buttons of her white button-collared shirt. Shuri moaned softly, her right arm tugged at your left, and she tilted her head back allowing more area for you to kiss. Your right hand trailed down her shirt slowly unbuttoning, you could feel her abs, they clenched as you touched. Your hand grazes the belt buckle before stopping your ministrations altogether. Her knee jerked and her eyes shot wide as you giggled on the side of her chair. 

Her hair was a little roughed up and you could see the perspiration growing in between her brows. She tilted her head, “You think this is funny come here-” You’re trying to back away from her but your heels proved to be your downfall. It only took her two steps to pick you up and throw you over her shoulder. Those abs did not clench for nothing- She plopped down her seat and brought you down on her leg gently.

 “Let me kiss you properly.”, she was so demanding but who were you to deny her. She chased your lips with hers but every time she missed and you pulled away. Shuri was fed up now, she grabbed the back of your head and smashed your lips together. You moaned into her mouth 

“Shuri..”, she took that opportunity to slip her tongue into your mouth. One of your hands that was around her neck slipped into the back of her shirt to unclip her bra. She ground her thigh along your clothed pussy, your slick seeped through your underwear and onto her pants. She trailed sloppy kisses down your neck to return the favor and unhook your bra but she barely managed to suck on your nipple before you interrupted her. 

"Wait-wait" you were breathless but you wanted to do something for her. She paused, she looked frightened for a second but she began to understand when you slid down her body. She's moaning unabashedly, the guttural sound she makes. It makes you want to kiss her and leave her breathless as she did you. Unfortunately, you have to focus on your job at the moment. 

You come face to face with her clothed mound, and you give her a kiss. You unbuckled her belt, she was more impatient than you, she nearly kicked a hole trying to get her pants off. Oh, you could see why she was so excited now-

"Shuri-"

"Ewe-angelo?"

"How long did you have that on?" You give her a coquettish grin from between her legs.

"Is it bad if I don't remember?" She peered down at you and gently thrust her hip into your face. You got the message but you bit her thigh as payback. "Unh-" She thrusts again, so you decided that holding down her hips was the best option.

You pull down her boxers with your teeth and watched them drop out your mouth and down her thigh. She's so wet, you plunge your tongue in her pussy. Licking her folds, swaying your head from left to right eventually moving to suckle on her clit for more stimulation.

"Agh- you're so filthy, I'm gonna cum, usana- usana- please."

You tilted your head back, your eyes crossed, and your chin glistened. As you caught your breath, Shuri stared at you-

"You want a picture?"

"Is it bad if I say yes?" you chose to ignore that as you mounted her again to kiss and let her taste herself. 

"Keep your eyes closed." she told you. 

"Ah" you moaned lightly in her mouth as you felt the buzzing of the vibrator against your underwear. 

Although when you opened them back to look at Shuri's glistening face, you were met with the ceiling of your dorm. You chose to scream into your pillow thanking every holy being imaginable that you didn't have a roommate. You decided to look for your phone and of course, it was between your legs. You put in the passcode.

'Shit!'

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Professor Shuri 

Hey I know I said nothing after ten but is this yours?

12:45pm

Picture

12: 46pm 

If it is you can come for it tomorrow after class.

Sorry to disturb you, good night. x

12:47pm 

You left your wallet?! What would your mother think of you? Wait no 'x'?

An: Im back yall and I'm black yall (sorry not sorry youre lucky i didnt type the whole thing). I really hope you enjoyed the fic again. Hopefully yall will get that Riri valentines day fic in the week, might be short tho. :3 Imma figure out the masterlist soon and tell me if the 'keep reading' thing helps oke byebye

[twilightmalachite]

Jun Sazanami Mini Talk - Audition VS GLADIATOR -Fourth piece-

Translator: Mika Enstars

"I had heard that some of my fav characters would be appearing in it, so I had figured my only choice was to get the physical copy!"

Interesting Manga

[Read on my blog for the best viewing experience with Oi~ssu ♪]

Season: Spring

Location: Shopping Mall

Jun: Oh, if it isn't Anzu-san! What a coincidence to see you here~.

I bet for you, you run into other idols all the time. Still, I never figured I'd run into you, Anzu-san~.

You here to shop? Or are you here for something else?

💬 To shop

Jun: Well, that is typically one's reason for coming to a shopping mall, huh~.

By the way, did you see the lottery wheels over at the entrance?

It seems you can get tickets for it depending on how much you spend. Don't forget to pull them out if you're interested in giving them a go~!

💬 I thought to maybe stop for a meal

Jun: I see. Well it's not a cafeteria, but there are a couple places to eat, aren't there~?

Actually… Since you're looking to grab a bite, does that mean you haven't eaten yet?

This is you we're talking about, so I guess that means you've been too busy to eat. You need to at least be sure to eat properly, okay~?

Jun: Me? I'm here for the bookstore.

I had stopped by another bookstore on the way back from work, but they didn't have the volume I wanted. So I ended up coming all the way here looking for it~.

Thankfully, I managed to get my hands on it! I had really wanted the physical copy this time, not the e-book version…

💬 Oh, I see

Jun: I didn't know where it was at first, and ended up wandering around the store, though.

But I got super excited when I found only a couple copies left in the new releases section~!

I can't wait to get to go home and read it…♪

💬 Is there a reason why you wanted the physical version?

Jun: I'd accidentally misread that a newly drawn manga wouldn't get published in the e-book release…

I had heard that some of my fav characters would be appearing in it, so I had figured my only choice was to get the physical copy!

But, I did get a card as a bonus, so I do feel like I got somethin' outta it~! ♪

Jun: Oh right, when I was looking for the new release, I found another manga that looked interesting.

I had never heard of the work before… But something about it really drew it to me, and I ended up just buying it based off the cover.

There was only one volume that was on the store's display for the time being. But if it's interesting, I think I'll buy the next volume too~!

💬 Let me know if it's interesting

Jun: Oh, are you interested?

I dunno what your taste is, but at least based on my preferences, I think it's gonna be interesting.

I'll let you know once I read it. I hope it turns out to be good~! ♪

💬 I wonder if the first volume just came out?

Jun: I wonder. I couldn't find any volume 2 or volume 3 around the first one…

But well, if the first only just came out, that's fine. I'll just consider myself lucky for stumbling upon the work so early on!

Not to sound full of myself, but if it turns out to be a work I can support, I'll be happy~.

[ ☆ ]

More Enthusiastic Than Usual

[Read on my blog for the best viewing experience with Oi~ssu ♪]

Season: Spring

Location: Training Room

Jun: Haah… Hah, phew…

That should be good for today's training… No, maybe I can keep on going…?

The auditions coming up soon, so now's the time to give it my all, isn't it~?

💬 Good work today

Jun: Thanks, good work today too~… Wait, Anzu-san? What're you doing somewhere like this?

Are you here to train? Well, this is the training room, I'd be surprised if it had some other purpose, but…

Ohh, so there's a machine you wanna use, huh? That's good, might as well make use of ES facilities~!

💬 Are you talking to yourself?

Jun: Huh?! Whoa, what the! If it isn't Anzu-san…!

I didn't even notice you were here in the same room as me~! I mean, if you're here, could ya let me know?

Yeah, I was talking to myself. I thought nobody was here, so I was just muttering to myself~.

Jun: Well, as you can see, I'm here to train.

But I just finished up, so I'm just taking a little break.

I had thought to head home, but… Since I was here, I felt to might as well do a little training.

💬 Aren't you tired?

Jun: I'm feeling pleasantly fatigued. When I'm this degree of tired, it feels like I've done well exercising my body.

How much training I've been doing? I first start with three sets at the machines over there, and then I—

…Come on, please don't look so surprised. You're the one who asked, you know~!

💬 But it's already so late

Jun: Haha, couldn't I say the same back to you? Are you sure you don't wanna head back home, Anzu-san?

I see, so you're only planning to be here for thirty minutes, so it shouldn't get too late…

Well, be careful not to get too enthusiastic about strength training! I feel time passes in the blink of an eye when you really get into something!

Jun: How come I'm working so hard on strength training? …Hmm. Well, for one, it's a hobby of mine, but…

But I've been putting more effort into it lately, keeping in mind that there's the audition right around the corner.

I'm sure you know about it, right? The audition organized by THUNDERBOLT, a large overseas company.

💬 I see...

Jun: Well, there's not all too many days until the audition, so even if I start training now, it's not like it'll make all too much a difference, but…

I'd rather go at it than not, you know? This is my own way of preparing for it too, getting hyped for it and all.

Since I'm gonna participate, I gotta do what I can to give it everything I've got so there's no regrets~!

💬 So you'll be participating, huh?

Jun: Huh, I figured someone like you would've already known that~.

Or, wait, is it because since THUNDERBOLT's hosting it, it's no wonder you're not privy to those details, Anzu-san…?

Though, you're a freelancer now, so… Ugh, the harder I think about, the more complicated I realize it to be, huh~?

[ ☆ ]

[mybrainismelted]

Tag Game! Thanks @lupeloto for starting us off with a fun little tag game today!

📺favorite tv show? Shameless ATM for sure

🕴️ favorite character? ok, so the obvious choice here is Mickey, because... well. Who doesn't love staring at that man and his sinful mouth, right? But Sheila is an absolute gem.

💋favorite relationship in the show? Since there were only two that had any kind of staying power, and one of them is why I'm here, I suppose Gallavich is the answer!

👯‍♂️fav sibling relationship in the show? Ian and any of his younger siblings, tbh. He was just such a great big brother.

🎨favorite art form? music

⚡️a talent you wish you had? music. lol. of any kind.

☀️what is one thing that can always make your day better? cheesecake

🎬favorite fictional character of all time? Eeyore. Now hear me out. Eeyore had some problems. He was depressed as hell, had terrible self-esteem, and yet he still managed to both make friends and be there for them when they needed him.

🌅dream place to travel to? Iceland

🎈you’re planning a huge party, what’s the theme? That really doesn't sound like me, unless it's a virtual party where the theme is "please don't come into my space"

🍕favorite pizza topping of all time? bacon

🥂you can pick ONE celebrity to have dinner with…who? Drew Barrymore, I think. Just seems like she would be so much fun to hang out with

🎥favorite movie that you kinda know is bad but you still love? Jurassic Park

👖how would you describe your style? all black because it matches. Whatever is comfy... can't be bothered most of the time to look good for others when I can be cozy instead

🖤finally, something making you smile this week? not having to work for 11 days!

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hello again! i wanted 2 post abt one of my fav charas bc he rlly stood the test of time and is still mostly relevant to me until today TT that someone is heishin! he's my eight-tailed fox character bc i had to, ykyk? also the first 3 pics are old drawings of heishin, like at most a year ago? when i was still conceptualizing what kind of character he was gonna be. anyway he's sort of like the dorky himbo character who values family and friends very closely and is like, romantic when you least expect him to be... so T.T anyway i shall drop his lore and kit! his lore is quite long and pretty outdated too, since i've gotten new lore inputs for his region ever since writing this backstory, but i think his story in general about being once divine would be the same. his skills in the concept art above are also outdated, since his most recent kit is very different from what i drew before. anyway thats all and i hope whoever reads this enjoys heishin :] (dividers are from @saradika-graphics)

The Almost Divine A dark blue mist eclipses the bright, ever-sunny sky of Kamigami’s Divine Palace. Needing a reliable guardian to deal with this situation, the Divine Deities created many prototype creatures. The three things they looked for in their divine guard were blinding swiftness, penetrating attacks, and some sort of distraction mechanism whenever it was fighting in groups. Among their many prototypes, one stuck out like a sore thumb: a fox who had trouble operating how it’s supposed to operate. The gods ran some tests on it, but it never seemed to engage in battle, no matter how hard they try to. All it ever does is run away, even while having all the checkmarks ticked off. One of the gods thought that it might be lacking something it wants to fight for, and did his best to rewire its brain into wanting to fight for them. Still, no effect. It boggles them how they, divine and all-powerful deities, made something that they themselves can’t even control.

Seeing all their efforts go to waste, they ultimately decide to cast down this failed prototype to the mortal realm. The god of care and love was the last it would see in the Divine Castle, as she was also the first it saw. She wished their almost defender a happy and fulfilled life, wrapping it in cloth weaved from light itself before dropping it into the clouds below. As the fox fell further and further away from heaven, it slowly started to grow more tails than it is supposed to have. One… Two… Three… Up until eight tails. When it finally landed on a forest’s cold ground in the mortal land, its brilliant cloth was blinding even the light of the moon. A poor, infertile, farmer couple happened to be passing by from the city, coming back from a long day of selling their goods. The blinding object lit up their dark path, and they were caught by surprise. Deciding to see what the foreign object was, they made their way toward it. They heard the screams of a baby getting louder the more they got closer to it. Once they reached the light, they knelt on the ground and unwrapped the peculiar shining cloth to see a human child, crying uncontrollably. Just then, eight tiny blue spirits pranced out of the cloth and twirled in the air, nodding to the couple before vanishing into thin air. They then quickly wrap the child in their arms, comforting it in their arms. They decided to name the infant Heishin after seeing the spirits from earlier.

As a young boy, Heishin was noticeably different from his playmates: he was extraordinarily fast— just a tad bit faster than a cat running, marks left on tree barks where he’d climb would be deeper than scratches and was charmingly persuading unbeknownst even to him. His parents were aware of this too, but thought he might just be “special” and dismissed the strange happenings. However, they were astounded when he had an appetite for liver. There were even times when if they wouldn’t cook him liver, he’d go out and ask their neighbors in the village for his favorite dish. As he grew older, he became odder and odder: most remarkably, his lower back started growing a small bump, and two sections of his hair started growing upwards, resembling that of a feline’s ear. One night, as Heishin was sleeping, his parents came home late from selling their goods at the market square. When they opened their bedroom door, they discovered a long protrusion coming from his slumbering body, which was wrapped in a small blanket and had its back facing them. Under the influence of curiosity and fear, they slowly crept towards him, pulling his blanket ever so slightly. Greeting them were not one, two, three, but eight fuzzy, snow-white tails. Their sudden shrieks caused Heishin to wake up, joining them in concerning revelation.

Reluctantly wanting to learn more about his past, he tags along with his parents to the city the next day and visits a library, covered in a cloak hiding his unique attributes. He impatiently goes through scrolls and flips through books until he comes upon the divine Nine-Tailed Fox. Written by a famous scholar in Kogoshi, the book “Creatures of Light” states that a ravaging eclipse is fated to come every one thousand years. This eclipse would bring with it famine, high tides, and blocks sunlight until it passes. To address this, the divine creates spirit guardians to aid the mortals and help them defend their paradise. One of the guardians who were different from the others was the Nine-Tailed Fox, who could traverse both the mortal and divine realm. It uses its powerful abilities in defending the Divine Castle, while also being able to relay important messages from heaven to humans. The book also adds that the Nine-Tailed Fox has only been seen once a thousand years ago, when a farmer’s livestock was found dead, and their livers missing. Heishin treks to his parent’s market stall determined to share his newfound knowledge. The situation did not sink in with his parents yet, but they reassured him that they still love him whatever his background.

A few days pass by, and Heishin makes his way home after running errands in the market square. It was quite a lengthy walk, even for him. The moon, though eerily having a shadow, was already in the sky when he was homebound. From afar, he noticed that the door to their native farmhouse was open. He found this weird, as it would always be closed, whether anyone was home or not. He also did not see his mother cooking their dinner outside, and their livestock was all over the place. He rushed to their open house and saw their things littered all over the floor. He crept into their bedroom to see his parents shivering in a corner. An ominous man stands tall with a knife in his hand, just about to take their lives. In the doorway, Heishin’s eyes glow yellow. His tails unfurl, lighting up. Blue flames summon all around him. In the blink of an eye, he stabs the man with his fire.

As the man falls, his parents rush to hug him. They share a short affirming conversation before Heishin hears more footsteps outside. He peered outside to see a group of shadowy figures hiding in the darkness surrounding their house, with only their glowing orange eyes making their presence known. He tightly hugs his parents before telling them to hide somewhere in the house. He then jumps out the window, channeling his inner power. For the first time since his past life in the Divine Palace, he transforms into the mighty Eight-Tailed Fox. As his tails started glowing pink, he blindingly jumped from place to place and dazed the shadow figures— up in the trees, behind the trees, down on the ground, and on the roof of their house. He jumps from enemy to enemy one more time, this time swiftly leaving deep, glowing blue scratches on their human body. Then, he stops to take some breaths. He lets out a deafening howl, exploding the scratches. As his enemies fall and disappear into shadow, he transforms back into a human and rushes to find his family. In a hidden trapdoor on the living area’s ground, Heishin helps them get up. They tear up as they hug him and thank him for defending their home. Heishin still feels uneasy even after defeating the enemies and remembered how the moon looked. He quickly goes out and looks at the sky, and his thoughts were right.

Up in the empty night sky, the moon itself was eclipsed by a darker force. Heishin knew this eclipse would be tremendously more dangerous than the previous eclipses thousands of years ago. With a heavy sigh and one last hug, he tells his parents to look for a new home in the city.

“What about you?” his father asks.

“I’ll be just here, in the forest, fighting off any evil that might come to harm you,” he speaks with a soft smile.

They bid their farewells as Heishin secretly sends off a small fox spirit to watch over them. Breathing deeply, he transforms into a fox and runs off into the unlit night. The fight has just begun, and Heishin wants to make sure he’s his family’s first line of defense.

kit: Q (Mesmerizing Flames) - (passive) Every three attacks, Heishin spins around and deals damage to all enemies he hits. - (active) Heishin sends blue flames to a cone-shaped, medium-ranged direction, dealing damage to all enemies hit and burns them for 3.5 seconds. W (Exploring the Open World) - - Heishin launches himself forward and transforms into his fox form for 8 seconds, gaining a burst of decaying movement speed. Heishin can recast this skill to launch himself in the air before landing on an area, dealing damage to all enemies hit. The damage from recasting this skill affects towers, and immediately destroys towers with 10% or less HP. E (Simulation of Life) - (passive) Increases healing received. - (active) Heishin plants a rice seed on the ground. After 5 seconds, the rice can be harvested to heal the player that harvested it. The ground where the rice seed was initially planted will keep growing harvestable rice seeds until an enemy unit destroys it through basic attacking. Heishin can interact with the destroyed ground to make it fertile again. R (Divine Intervention) - Heishin leaps to an enemy in fox form, charming them for a few seconds. When recast, dashes to a direction and deal massive damage to all enemies hit. Enemies whose HP drops below 4% from this skill will be executed.