#i took it to mean drawing bc of the next question

[futurecorps3]

Hello my love! I have heard your call for Kaz requests and I have an idea rattling around in my head!

Could you maybe do a Kaz x fem!Reader where they're in their early 20s and have been together for years and overcome Kaz's touch aversion (bc our poor boy deserves some healing 😭)? But that's not the idea, the idea is that the reader hasn't been sleeping for a few nights and ends up getting hurt because of it? Could be from fainting and hitting her head, slow reflexes on a job, etc. I trust your brilliant mind!

I can't wait to watch you grow as a writer!!!! ❤️

𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐧𝐮𝐦

Masterlist<3

Summary: The lack of sleep Kaz has been warning his girl about finally has consequences. Pairing: Kaz Brekker x fem!reader Warnings: Mentions of overwoking, lack of sleep, blood, a very angsty moody angry sad Kazzle, mentions of blood and lost of conscience. The usual crow violence! Lmk if I missed any. Word Count: 3.5K whoops Requested: Yes

A/N: IM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG! :( I love the prompt, however and am very excited to work on this. Hope u like it nonnie and that last thing means the absolute world! <3

˚ · • . ° .

Now he knew he was in no position to demand her to rest. Kaz Brekker was known in his close circle for two things; killing whoever disrespected his love and always scheming. The electricity his brain consumed when plotting the next heist didn't even allow him to sleep when being tucked in with Y/N laying over his chest. But she never had the same issue before!

That's how it worked. She got mad because he wasn't sleeping and would reproach his ears off until he folded and left his papers to join her in bed. So, it was safe to say Kaz was startled when he noticed the absence of steps approaching his office. The clock read the time to be a quarter past midnight. He learned by endlessly scolding from you the hard way it was no use staying up late for a job when he had pretty much everything prepared, so he dropped everything and left to his room.

"Darling, are you-" his question was answered as he opened the door and saw her drawing on the little desk he got for her. "Hmm, hi love. It's quite early. What are you doing here?" Kaz wanted to laugh at that. Had she really lost notion of time that badly? "It's past midnight now, Y/N. What are you working on?" His shirt was discarded in some chair, along with his coat.

He was now in his dress pants and a black sleep blouse, leaning over the back of her chair to see the canvas. It was a picture of the sea, surely an image she hadn't been able to get out of her head after the quick trip you took to the docks with Wylan to ensure a better hiding spot, in case things went south on Saturday.

"I don't know if I'm getting the blues right... you know how it somehow turns gray when the day's rainy?" she wondered out loud. "Don't throw it away altogether, I know you're already thinking about it" "I'm not!" Y/N giggled, knowing fully her boyfriend could read her mind. "Fix it in the morning. Let's go to bed now, yes?" Kaz tried, tilting his head to her right side and nudging his nose a little on her cheek as she hummed in response.

It had taken a long time, many years, to reach these moments. Years of hoping she could one day have his arms draped around her waist in security, head on his chest without a care in the world, because all that really mattered was they'd be keeping each other warm with their bodies. Y/N was patient, not minding the baby-steps and Kaz's constant need to push her away because he thought she deserved better. Truth is, there was no one better for her.

Kaz had a hard time wrapping his head around this fact. Did you love him for him? A limping criminal who was too weak to even bear the thought of embracing you when tears streamed down your cheeks on a specially tough day? Why? It took convincing, long talks, difficult moments and even worse fights... but you made it.

She felt his steady heartbeat as they lay together in their silk black sheets, indulging in the beauty of it. Their breathings became one, and she swore there was no better place the saints could come up with as heaven. "Everything's ready?" "Yes, I figured I should come here with you instead of overthinking it all. I'll tell everyone the plan tomorrow and revise it again the day before" he took a deep breath, turning to face her and leaving a soft kiss on her lips.

"It's late, you don't seem tired" Kaz noted, Y/N's eyes nowhere near closing as they usually would by now. Her boyfriend, on the contrary, was starting to hide that beautiful icy green his irises held, then came a yawn to confirm his fatigue. "Rest, my love. I'm sure I'm not too far behind," she assured him, pecking his head as he lay on her chest now.

"Goodnight, Kaz".

˚ · • . ° .

It may as well have been minutes, or hours, days, for all she cared to reason. All she knew was that she couldn't sleep for the life of her. Kaz moved a lot in his sleep and after he lost hold of her, the night became a non-stop tossing and turning in their shared bed. She could hear the faint sound of carriages passing down their street, surely carrying some rich merchant who just had the night of his life betting or in one of the pleasure houses.

It had been a while since she felt this way. Pretty much every night prior Kaz offered her a permanent position on the crows after she worked with them was like this. The clock in their room, hanging on a wall distant from her, kept ticking and if it got quiet enough, she could've been able to hear the gears turning. Three in the bloody morning and Y/N had luckily gotten by far twenty minutes of sleep. The girl sighed and lay down again, looking up at the ceiling briefly before closing her eyes in hopes of resting a little more.

She didn't, not even in the days ahead. Kaz pointed out how he could feel her moving way more than usual as his a light sleeper, not blaming her whatsoever but more concerned as to what was keeping her up. Y/N didn't know either, so she figured solving it with Jesper's coffee and quick (very ineffective) naps on the couches and tables at the slat so she could at least be aware of the task at hand; the job.

The day came, and she felt very optimistic about it all. Truth is, Y/N loved dressing up with pretty dresses and daggers hidden around her thighs. She found some kind of satisfaction in keeping this knowledge to herself, the men and women throwing looks at her, completely unaware of how dangerous she happened to be. People on the streets knew her as the wild child... ruthlessly gorgeous, is what Kaz called her.

The girl had a habit of getting carried away in a fight. Too much anger and resentment for the past had to find an exit. It did when she killed, leaving a scared Jesper to deal with an even more scared Wylan who wouldn't dare look her in the eye for weeks after she kept on punching a man's face she saw was trying to kidnap a little girl right after a job years ago. Kaz helped and understood.

His revenge was calculating and took years in which she was by her side, but Y/N just couldn't help herself when it came down to the people who did unspeakable things to her. With the years, she got a hold of herself even though her nickname on the barrel stuck, adding "the crow queen" when word got around she was Brekker's girl. Now, she was still ruthless but way more cold-headed and grounded, Kaz's doing.

She wore a pink dress with embroidered roses around the floaty sleeves. Inej had a blue set of dress pants and shirt, long-sleeved as well as Nina sported a hot red strapless dress with a lot of cleavage. "We're a smoke show! Those fuckers will barely be able to keep their eyes off of us." The last one squealed, adjusting her hair "That's the point" Inej giggled, agreeing clearly as she looked at herself in the mirror.

Y/N laughed at the thought and her head pained a little; Girls on those big houses did the very same thing they were doing now, with very different intentions. Those ladies wanted to find a rich husband, and they'd be set. Her friends were dressed to kill, and so was she. A little fucked up version of a cliché she, too, wished to live when she was little. "I hope these sleeves aren't an issue" she wondered, picturing them getting stuck on their knife or maybe being too tight to throw a punch.

"It's a simple job, love. There's nothing to be worried about! Also, I can bet on my life Kaz is going to be drooling over you when he sees." Nina smiled, playfully smacking her shoulder. "Even more so if you fight in that, he's going to go insane" spoke the Suli girl with a giggle "Kinky" the heartrender added, making the girlfriends break in a fit of laughter. Nina was right, Y/N knew, but decided against confirming her friend's assumptions.

Her eyes felt droopy from the obvious lack of sleep but nothing a cup of coffee couldn't fix, right? She walked down the stairs and into the makeshift kitchen they owned, heating up some. The smell filled her body with pleasant chills, and suddenly some more energy invaded her. "Wacha got there?" asked Wylan, who was quietly sitting behind her. How long had he been there? How did she not notice?

"Coffee, want some?" "Right before a job?" "Yes, I haven't been sleeping too well the last couple of days". Certain zemeni voice erupted from outside the room, exclaiming a brief "Neither have us!" that had the merchling blushing like he got some contagious disease. Y/N delivered a pat on his back, and coffee in hand she exited the room.

Kaz gathered everyone in the living room, to revise the plan once more. "...so make sure you cover that corn-" He stopped mid-sentence when Y/N came into view. Her hair looked polished, but she could be bald for all he cared. The dress complimented her figure beautifully, adjusting in the right places, which to Kaz was any place, really. Inej and Nina giggled and high fived. "Go on, love." She smiled, ready to listen attentively at his plan even though he made sure to walk her through it personally a few hours ago.

As Y/N brushed next to him, he grabbed her hand to make her stop right before she got seated. "You're stunning. Is it comfortable?" he whispered, looking at her with a certain glow in his eyes he once thought lost. "Yes, dear. Thank you" she pecked her boy's cheek and took a seat behind him. He went on with the plan, and everyone seemed pretty much ready to leave.

So they did.

˚ · • . ° .

"Darling, watch out!" Jesper exclaimed, shooting at a man behind Y/N. Things went south, they did. In the hiding spot Wylan and the girl had settled; some dreg must've ratted, they guessed. An ambush from some new-forming band trying to get known by stealing from The Crows themselves, pathetic. Inej had gotten there to help, but Y/N and Jesper insisted she went back and warned the others so to spare them from possible damage.

The wild child and Jesper were a great team, who knew a durast and an avid fighter could take down men three times their size and weight? They proved on many occasions to be useful for situations as these, so there was no problem. They'd be out of there in the blink of an eye. Around ten people had arrived at the scene, and four remained, Y/N realized as she took a kick in the gut and fell on her back, jumping back on her feet with a flip.

Jes' revolvers did the job for two others as she managed with the guy in front of her. "Come on, big guy, that can't be the best you got, aye?" she smiled wickedly, taunting the man with a daring hand despite the very much broken rib she could feel. The dress was ruined with blood she was sure wasn't hers, shreds ripped it off so largely one of her legs was now exposed.

He lunged forward, coming with a dirty blade to her throat, and she skipped it. Came again, now, aiming for her arm and she skipped it again, landing a kick on the throat that left him coughing on the ground. Y/N crouched to his level and grabbed him by the hair, sliding a knife in the same spot, careful not to cut. She noticed a tattoo on his neck, a beaver. Couldn't help but laugh. "You tell your boss not to mess around with us, or next time he won't get too lucky as to get less than half of his men in one piece. And change the tattoo, a bloody beaver? Seriously?"

The man nodded furiously, tripping on his way out of the warehouse. "A beaver? Their thing is beavers?" Jesper laughed, putting his babies back in place and making sure the painting they had stolen was still with him. "I know, couldn't pick a funnier thing" she answered, giggling. Looking around, something was odd. Yes, Y/N was not very well educated and lacked the month of college her best friend had, but she thought she counted four men remaining in this spot of the building.

The other six lay limp near the door, and there were two next to them, plus the one who ran with the message. One was missing. "Hey Jes I think we're missing one" "What do you mean? There's no one here". She stopped listening and her world went quiet when he met his yes. A lanky, tall figure could be seen next to a stack of boxes on her right, a flicking light revealing him for brief intervals of time. Ugly motherfucker carrying a gun that pointed straight at her.

The blood started gushing out of her leg before she could even react. "Too slow" she faintly heard. He wasn't stopping either; shooting at various places until one loud boom next to her made it cease. Was concrete always this cold? Oh, she was now feeling Jesper's soft suit. Warmer. "Is that wool?" Y/N asked and realized her voice sounded a little quieter than she meant. "Yes, it is doll. Open your eyes for me, okay? You can't die on me now"

She really tried. She really wanted to look at her best friends face and maybe hear him crack a joke or two. But her eyes felt droopy and her head felt heavy so she finally fell asleep.

˚ · • . ° .

Kaz arrived minutes later, Wylan, Nina and Inej by his side as they all rushed to a crying Jesper, desperately trying to wake Y/N up. "S-she got shot, didn't flinch.. like she didn't even see the bastard," he hiccuped, letting his boss take his place next to a limp body as his boyfriend helped him up and hugged him tightly.

Brekker's head spun. A thousand possibilities. There was blood all over the dress, and leaking over his clothes but he couldn't give a fuck. Not her. He couldn't bare it. Y/N was a piece of heaven in that saint forsaken island, the only saint he ever believed in and the angel that saved him from himself. If he lost her, there was no coming back for him. The water rose to his nose again for a brief moment.

It hadn't happened in a while. And he chose the techniques his lover taught him. He acted. "Nina" he mumbled, taking Y/N on his arms as the grisha girl assured him she had a pulse. His legs carried him to the slat, never too far from Nina, as she was making sure her pulse didn't slow down too much. He didn't even notice the pain in his bad leg. He felt a sting on his heart, so sharp it seemed as if pieces of broken glass would poke through it at any moment.

The boy sent Inej looking for whatever idiot decided it was a good idea to try and steal from them. Only information. He'd take care of them later. The Wraith left and was out all night, returning with a lot to say the next morning. Kaz looked over at Y/N's face and the utter peace that brushed over her features scared him even more. Not now. Not like this.

"Is she going to be okay? T-there was definitely something wrong with her back there" Jesper started once the girl was on the bed and getting healed with a few healers in the dregs and Nina. Kaz was sitting, head propped up in his hands as he stared at the wall opposite from him. "She didn't move! At all! He shot her three times and looked amused while doing it". The zemeni man had to stop if he wasn't trying to reunite with the other deceased blessed people on his bloodline. Kaz's stare hardened and his jaw clenched tightly.

"Wylan, I can't lose her. She was too slow a-" "ENOUGH" Kaz stood up, looking at him with murder in his eyes. "If you were more aware of the surroundings, she would be fine. Don't you dare call her slow. This is not her fault. You should've been there" menacing gloved finger pointing to his friend. "Oh, so this is my problem now?" Jesper countered in complete disbelief. "If you don't consider your best friend's life being at critical risk a problem you're much more of a superficial, incompetent and heartless bastard than I thought." Kaz spat.

He knew this wasn't Jesper's fault, maybe it was the lack of sleep or you just weren't on your element. But he had to let it out with someone. Anyone. Pain turns into anger and screaming at your brother when it's too strong. He knew that better than anyone and couldn't care to stop himself this time. "Kaz, stop" Wylan said, and then he noticed Jesper's puffy eyes with a sigh. Then he felt his own neck starting to tickle. He was crying. Kaz Brekker didn't cry.

"Out" "But Ka-" "I SAID OUT"

And out they were. Everyone who didn't need to be there to save his girl's life. He could hear Nina struggling between wrecked sobs, fast pacing around the room and a distant sound of water running non-stop. Hours passed, and he remained in the same position, in the same chair, with the same thoughts running wild inside him.

Not you. Please. I should've been there. I'm going to kill them. Please be okay. I can't do it without her. Please.

Kaz Brekker was repeating pleas, thinking out loud to whoever was listening. Let her live. Please let her live. This is not her fault. Not to a god, neither to those saints who proved to exist so many years ago. He didn't know who he was asking for help to. But he was screaming, please don't let her go. He was leaving with her if she did.

All sound stopped, and Nina emerged from the dimly lit room, drying her cheeks. The boy stood up, looking at her with the most terrified look he ever gave someone. Fuck the facade. He was utterly afraid. "She's okay, not waking up, but she will". He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding and couldn't help but throw himself into Nina's arms in search for some comfort to his wrecked sobs.

His friend received him with open arms, careful not to squeeze him too hard, as she knew that could trigger him. "I can't lose her, Nina" he whimpered before pulling away. "You're not. Not now and not soon. She's okay, Kaz. Stay with her, will you? She could be a little startled if she wakes up in an empty room"

He almost scoffed at that. What else would he do? A quiet nod was delivered, and he stepped inside to accompany her in an uncharacteristically unsettling silence. There were dirty gauzes everywhere, her dirty dress discarded in a corner and a blanket covering her figure. Kaz stopped, looking at your chest. It rose and fell in a moderate rhythm. Good.

Taking a seat once again, he held her hand and brushed a thumb over it, grateful to whoever listened. And Nina.

Sun bled through the curtains, filling it all with a pleasant orange hue Kaz knew Y/N would appreciate. Jesper came by every few hours and amends were made. He understood how badly everything hit Kaz the day before and didn't need an apology. They were all under intense pressure the day before, couldn't blame him for a such a reaction. Wylan had brought flowers and Inej made sure everything was ready for when she regained consciousness.

His crows got it handled.

A whole day and a half had gone by and he was reading beside her when she woke up. Her hand moved and he could feel the twitch in his palm, looking up frantically to find those pretty y/e/c eyes looking back at him. "Finally, got some sleep," she joked and laughed at her own joke. Kaz laughed back. "Hello" he offered, kissing her hand and never really wanting to let go "Hi". "Are you feeling okay?" the boy asked, happy to see his lover once again awake.

"It hurts a bit but I'll live" "I'm counting on that, my love". ♡

[imbadatwrighting]

ARTISTS ARE ATTRACTIVE

SUMMARY: Tim Drake was never know for being the most attractive brother, but you always found a way to make him think he was…even if you did it in a unusual way with your weird staring problem.

WARNINGS: Artists are attractive troupe, hinted that reader can be mean to others, hinted autistic reader, Tim Drake in love, gn!reader, masc! Reader, reader being called “boyfriend”, blunt!reader, crappy writing bc I wrote this half asleep, reader wearing a tie, ooc Tim, short

PAIRINGS: Tim Drake/Reader

Tim Drake had a lot of things: brothers, computers, coffee. But he only had one boyfriend. A mean yet sweet boyfriend who apparently was having a major staring problem.

It wasn’t hard for Tim to realize you were staring him down from across the couch while he was trying to finish long past due work.

Your eyes seemed to be roaming all over his body as if you were trying to memorize his figure’s pose.

Tim let out an almost inaudible sigh, turning his body to face you. "Can I help you?"

"No,” you breathed out, not removing your gaze from your boyfriend.

"Ok then," Tim whispered, moving his body to fully face his Mac book once again. Sure, he was used to you staring at him almost all day while he talked to his brother or was working, but you never made it this obvious. He was used to you looking away when you suspected that he would turn to look at you. He always found it a cute little quirk of yours, but it just felt different this time. In a good way of course, but still.

Tim took in a deep breath, looking at you from the corner of his eye. He could see the way your finger tapped along the table next to you in a rhythm only known to you and how your hair was slowly falling into your eyes. It didn’t falter your staring problem however.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

You hummed, “looking at you.”

Tim let out another sigh, closing his Mac knowing that he won’t be able to concentrate on it for much longer. He would get back to it later when your asleep or fixating on something else. “I get that.”

“Then why’d you ask?” you questioned.

Your boyfriend made a sound unfamiliar to you. “I meant why are you staring at me?”

“Because I want to remember you.” A look of confusion washed over Tim’s face.

“I have a feeling you won’t be forgetting me soon, unless you know something I don’t.”

“No.”

“No?” he repeated. Usually by now you’d be getting to your point, leaving nothing in the dark. It was like your T.M.I button was disabled. Not like Tim cared, he loved to hear you ramble on about something while he’s doing work, it brings him a peace of mind.

“You look good.”

There it was.

Blush started to form on Tim’s checks along with a small grin. “Do I?” Tim smiled. He noticed the look of pure adoration on your face, it always made him feel good about himself.

“Yes, you look very attractive. I'm trying to enshrine this into my mind to draw later,” you stated like it was nothing. To you isn’t wasn’t, you were just being honest, but to Tim it made him feel butterflies all over again.

He wasn’t used to it. His family never said things like that to him, barely praising anything he did. You didn’t either, not in a bad way, you showed your love in a different way.

“What got you thinking on that?” He assumed it had something to do with his brothers that you talked to earlier this day.

“Your brothers,” you told. Of course it was his brothers. “Damian said that you were a bad muse but I don’t think so. You’re plenty attractive, making you a perfect muse.”

Tim felt like his face was turning into a tomato because of you. Trying his best to ignore it, he looked down at his dirty shoes. They were covered in coffee stains at least a couple weeks old.

“Do you think that the artists are attractive too? Because I think the artist right next to me is very attractive.”

Tim noticed that your fingers stopped tapping on his stained coffee table and you turned yourself to be facing Tim.

His face moved in your direction, blush even more distinguishable.

Your eyes looked almost doe-like when looking at your boyfriend and your lips were pursed in a straight line.

“What? You have anything to say?” Tim asked. His nerves were getting to him. He knew perfectly well he had no reason to feel this but his brain was fighting against it.

“I wouldn’t say all artists are attractive, like Van Gogh! He was labeled as ugly, ungracious, impolite—” you rambled getting cut off by your boyfriend pulling you into a quiet kiss, his warm lips on yours.

Slowly pulling apart, Tim stared at your glistening eyes. “I wasn’t talking about him, I was talking about you.”

“Oh.” Not wanting to mess with whether you get another kiss, you ignored the confused thoughts in your head, leaning back into Tim.

He smiled at the expression on your face. Anyone else would be dead before they saw it, but he wasn’t anyone else. He was the one that could break down your walls like you did to him.

Tim inched away, his hand still gripping onto your tie. It seemed like every time you leaned in, he leaned further away.

“Let me kiss you,” you whined. A bigger grin appeared on your lover’s face.

“I have work to do,” he hummed, fully pulling away from you. You grabbed onto his arm dragging yourself closer to him.

“I’ll make you coffee. The good kind too,” you grinned. Tim faked thinking it through, pushing you gently off the couch.

“Fine, but be quick.”

You laughed, dragging Tim up and to the kitchen while he let out complaints about how he shouldn’t be the one getting up to go to the kitchen.

You pushed him into the counter, lips chasing after his. “You know, the deal was meant for you to make me coffee then we kiss,” he said in between breaks for air.

“That’s stupid. I have stuff to do.”

“Oh yeah that drawing is super important,” he laughed, his tone lost in your ears.

“Exactly,” you huffed, continuing to pepper kisses along Tim’s face and neck. His hands trailed down you arms, enjoying the break your giving him from work.

His artist always knew how to make him feel good.

[honnelander]

Hi there! Hope you are doing well. I was just wondering if you quit the “go fish” series. If not— there’s no rush. I just wanted to check in and ask how you are and share my compliments for you. I really like your writing style and how you beautifully capture every moment. Sometimes I even go back to reread your go fish series and appreciate how well you paint the atmosphere and each character’s essence. Are there any authors you take inspiration from or books you recommend?

If you are nervous about finishing the series— don’t be. You’re clearly gifted and should trust your intuition. Remember to take care of yourself first. I think your audience will adore anything you post, so don’t stress over it. And if you have a writer’s block but are still pushing through it, good luck. Thanks again for sharing your meticulously crafted work with the community.

hi there 🥹 thanks for checking in (you and everyone else who has been kind enough to leave asks in my inbox and comments on my posts)

I haven’t quit the series, it’s just taking me a hell of a lot longer to finish it than I ever expected due to a lot of different things. I had hit a writer’s block, have scrapped what I’ve started a few times, or didn’t like the idea I had and I didn’t want to rush anything or put something out there that didn’t feel authentic to the series that has touched thousands of people 🥹😭 I want to get this right.

Since writing has been always something I’ve enjoyed getting lost in, I thought now would be a good time to get back into it, especially since I have a lot of personal stuff going on.

Monthsssss ago I had finally started writing the next part for go fish! that I absolutely loved and then, quite literally had forgotten about it. I just went back to my work and re-read it, and it’s already 4.9 k words! I would love to just post the parts that are finished, because the actual confession everyone’s been waiting for months for isn’t done and will probably be another 3,000 words or so. (I tend to get carried away 😅)

So let me know what you guys would prefer! The finished part is 2.3k words. Would you guys like for me to post that? Or just wait longer to read everything at once? It’s definitely be over 6k words, which is how massive the last part was….(I honestly just might post what’s finished bc I feel bad to have left everyone hanging for so long 🥲)

And thank you, thank you, thank YOU for your (and everyone’s!) kind compliments and high praise- I really don’t feel deserving of any of it but it all truly means so much to me. 🥹🤍

To answer your question, I actually don’t really have an author or inspiration that I draw from 🤔 I used to read a ton as a kid (books and fic) and I guess that has helped me find my writing style? I also write things in a way that scratches an itch I have when I look for fic to read. I want just enough details to set the scene and the feelings of the characters but not be bogged down with too much that it drags the pace down 🫠 I’ll never forget when I read IT by Stephen King and it just dragged on FOREVER bc he would write so much word vomit that (in my opinion) took me out of the story and frustrated me. I wanted to get to the good parts but also not miss anything important, so when I write I try to get to the point 😂😅

[scekrex]

Hiya,

It's me again. I'm having one of these days when I don't want to get out of bed and everything is just tragic. Because of that I was wondering if I could ask for something with Adam/reader feeling very nostalgic and down in the "you looked at me wrong, now I'm gonna cry" way. When they come home their partner just shove them with all kisses and cuddles in the world. I'm in need of something extremely fluffy and vanilla

I totally get your vibe, I spent the entire day in bed and I did nothing, I think I got a little carried away in the middle but I hope you like it nonetheless :3

I got all twisted up, you helped straighten me out

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language

note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers

The day itself felt off, had been ever since you had woken up in the morning and when Adam had wanted to do you a favor by letting you sleep in and canceling your appointments for the day, you felt hurt - you weren’t even able to explain why you felt the way you did, but it stung when you had woken up hours later to a simple note on your bedside table that read ‘Ya ass seemed really fucking tired, canceled ur shit, will be back whenever the fuck Sera lets me leave’, underneath the text was a little drawing of himself trying to form a heart with his hands - it looked more like a dick than a heart though. It was cute that Adam had written you a note at all, but yet it didn’t sit right with you, especially because today would’ve been the only day in the week on which your schedule lined up, so you technically could sit in Sera’s office right now, messing around with your boyfriend and talking shit about whatever crazy bitch ass plan the seraphim was working on this time.

Instead you sat at home, alone with nothing to do because Adam had canceled every single plan of yours - you weren’t mad about that itself, you weren’t mad at all. You felt sad rather than angry because didn’t he want to spend the day with you at work, to grab a milkshake afterwards like you always did and watch the sunset in the park that was only a five minute flight from your home? Did he want to spend the day alone without you, away from you rather than by your side?

You haven’t left the bed, not when you have woken up, not five hours later. You had gotten up once - real quick - to pee, but after that you had gone right back to bed, the blanket wrapped around your body instead of Adam’s wings because instead of calling in sick as well, he had decided to leave you alone at home. And while your logical mind kept telling you that he meant well, your emotions spoke a different language.

When you heard the front door open you peeked out from underneath the blanket and when you heard familiar sounding steps heading towards the living room while the lovely voice of your boyfriend called out your name you went back and hid underneath the fabric. It only took the first man a couple seconds to open the bedroom door and sigh at the sight of you. “Still not feeling better babes?” And he sounded genuinely interested in your well-being, but did he care or was he rather annoyed to be back by your side? You didn’t answer his question, ignored it when he sat down next to you and simply pulled the blanket even tighter around your body. His hand came down to grab a fistful of the fabric you were hiding under and with one firm tug he pulled it away from you entirely, sending it flying across the room so you wouldn’t reach for it and hide away again. “Okay fuckface, tell me what the fuck is up,” the choice of petname wasn’t exactly what you had hoped for, in general you didn’t mind the somewhat mean petnames he sometimes used for you, it was his love language after all and to be fair, it was yours too - a little at least. But now? Now you had hoped for something softer. Fuckface only played into your thought of him being annoyed with you and your company. “If you’re growing tired of me just say so, I’m a big boy, I can handle rejection.”

To Adam that reaction came out of nowhere and he wasn’t quite sure on how he was supposed to respond - what the fuck made you think that way? Had he done something wrong? “The fuck is your cracked up ass talking about?” You spread your wings, used them to hide your body away from Adam yet again though you positioned them so that you were able to peek through your feathers and when your sad, tired and somehow even broken eyes met his confused ones, Adam knew something was up and said ‘something’ wasn’t small at all. “You left without saying a word,” you mumbled quietly, too tired of your emotions to speak louder but the brunette sitting next to you had understood you perfectly fine. But that only resulted in him being even more confused, because what the fuck? “I wrote you a fucking note, bitch,” he pointed to the bedside table on which his note was still laying. Your eyes moved to the spot he was pointing at, then back to him, “Today’s the only day our schedules line up and you left me here.” Oh. Oh. Now Adam understood what your problem was - or at least he thought he did. Either way, he was sure to know how to fix that now.

“We can still go out, grab the fucking milkshakes and watch that stupidly perfect sunset like we usually fucking do, y’know?” That simple offer of his took you by surprise and you lowered your wings in order to look at him properly, “Really?” That caused the first man to chuckle in amusement as he gently pulled your body closer to his own until your head was resting in his lap, “Yeah babes, fucking really.” “So you’re not growing tired of me?” Another chuckle vibrated through his body and a small smile appeared on your face as you felt it in every inch of your body. You wiggled your body into a more comfortable position, your head remained in his lap though and soon his hands found their way to your hair as he started to gently play with it. “Why the fuck would I?” And that question made you feel a little embarrassed, “Dunno, usually when one of us calls in sick on this day of the week, the other does so too so we can still spend the day together and I thought…” you didn’t even finish your sentence but you knew you didn’t have to, Adam got where you were coming from. So he playfully ruffled your hair as he responded, “Fuck nah, your ass is way top fucking adventurous, hell would fucking freeze before I grow tired of you, babes.” A soft kiss was placed on your forehead before the first man continued, “You just seemed fucking exhausted lately so I handled your shit for today.”

And that made you calm down a lot, so he was not growing tired of you and tried to get some distance between the both of you in order to make a later breakup less painful - not that this plan would’ve worked anyway. Your body leaned into his warmth, embracing your boyfriend’s company at its fullest, “You said milkshakes are still on the table?” Adam beamed at the mention of milkshakes and he was off the bed with you in his arms in an instant, ready to leave the house just like that, not even caring the slightest bit about the fact that you were wearing nothing but one of his shirts and underwear. “Bet ya sexy ass they fucking are,” he rushed over to the bedroom door before you were able to stop him, your shitty mood from before was long forgotten as you repeatedly told Adam to slow down while you laughed the brunette’s reaction. “I need to get dressed first,” you explained as he set you down on your own feet. “Just put on a pair of sweats and call it a fucking day, we’re gonna miss that fucking sunset if you need longer than thirty seconds,” he complained with a playful undertone as you picked up a pair of sweats from the ground - you sniffed them quickly making sure they didn’t smell too bad before you put them on and joined Adam who had already headed to the front door in the meantime. “There ya fucking are, finally” he hummed happily as he opened the door, scooped you back up into his arms and left t your house in order to get your weekly milkshakes.

[wulvert]

I hope this isn’t one of those impossible to answer questions but, how did you start drawing/stay motivated?? I’ve wanted to make comics/ just draw in general for awhile but my art always looks BADDDD and seeing people (like my bf for example) be great at art and even going to university for it it’s like…. Huhhggugugufufgguugufufufuufufufufuueuwuaaaaaaaaa- and demotivates me a little, yk??

i started drawing bc i wanted to draw warrior cats

staying motivated is different for everyone, for me, NOW I really want to be able to draw my ocs fast and efficiently, im the only one who can draw my ocs because im the only one who knows them so i must do it, and i want to draw them well so I must improve. This may not work for everyone but I am an insanely jealous person, I covet so hard. obvs we covet what we see every day, so following artists I'm jealous of makes me want to get better, and to get better i must keep drawing so one day i can be like twitter user #42. I guess that's finding inspiration. maybe FIND INSPIRATION!!! is a nicer recommendation than become ENVIOUS. sorry. follow your inspirations.

Making drawing not a painful gut wrenching experience is incredibly important, personally I like to get something DONE, i want to fail FAST and move onto the next thing, I rarely sketch and i do thick non intricate line art to accommodate this, if i was forcing myself to do insanely rendered portraits every day i would stop drawing, i dont like it or find it fun! maybe once in a blue moon is a good time.

Doing figure drawings is genuinely the biggest game changer, not even to get better at art, obviously it does that but as a side effect it makes drawing so much easier, if i want to draw a full body now It is not a battle, i can just do that, even if it is wonky i can complete it without struggling on a sketch for three hours. I think improving your fundamentals makes drawing more fun and less like a slog to get through. I started trying to do figure drawing every day a couple months ago, i dont always manage but i try to get it most days of the week & now the way i feel about drawing has flipped entirely, the amount of art i post has like quadrupled since september.

Feeling bad about your art is normal! I have never felt happy with mine, i know i cant draw faces very well and i avoid feet but I will get there one day if i keep it up, im focusing my reference drawing on faces atm! I am the happiest with it i have ever been just because im having fun with it for the first time in a long time but I still have a long way to go. Keeping it up is hard but it is worth it if its something you enjoy :) Finding method that you enjoy drawing with takes a long time, It took me years to figure out i just do not like using pen pressure at all whatsoever & since then digital drawing has become a lot less physically painful for my hand lol.

also making comics just helps a lot. you dont have time to make everything perfect, you just have to keep drawing and getting better. u will hate all your old pages eventually it genuinely rules.

I hope this doesnt read as BECOME ENVIOUS AND SPIT OUT DRAWINGS FAST WITH NO REGARD FOR QUALITY bc that isnt what i mean, i just mean streamlining my process helped me find what i like to focus on in my art which is shape and colour, and learning how to make shapes better helped me have more fun. I like quality and spending time perfecting things i just like spending time on the things i care about! & now im trying to branch out into other non illustration stuff im just having a good time.

soz this is long i hope it answered ur question in some form

[wyrmswears]

hey, this is warriors anon. sorry this is a bit late, but snowtuft is one of the dark forest cats that didnt remember why he was in cat hell. like he had no memory of his crimes but was just constantly pushed sround by the others and stuff, ended up helping the protags in the seventh arc. (i assume jay, even if he does have a villain arc, will eventually be redeemed)

AS FOR FIREHEART = LLOYD—

bold of you to assume fireheart didnt fail his apprentices?? like bluestar was obviously less tgan perfect, and both she and yellowfang (who wasnt his mentor but fulfilled a similar role in the story) messed him up quite a bit. but her flaws were mostly about her being haunted by past mistakes and questioning her faith in her ancestors, which id argue is more in line with wu.

but fireheart?? he has a total of three apprentices, all in the first arc. and. he fails them. he doesnt mean to, oh no, he means so well. and he truly does care about them. but he constantly overcompensates. he idolizes bluestar and works so hard to embody what she was to him before her madness took over, and goes about it all in the wrong way bc he cant accept the fact that blue was less than perfect before, no no she was good, not like tigerclaw who is B A D. he sees them through a very b&w lens and when he starts off w/ cinder his method is the complete opposite of tigerclaws w/ raven (which isn’t necessarily bad, he sucked)

but speaking of, hes very encouraging with cinderpaw but not very attentive and doesnt do much to curb her reckless behavior, constantly urging her to try harder snd push beyond her limits (sound familiar?) and later when she has her accident he blames himself. she can never be a warrior and its his fault and hes too sshamed to even go talk to her in the med. den.

hes stricter with cloudpaw, but doesnt really sympathize with him. he distances himself emotionally and later blames himself when cloud runs away. and with bramble he obviously has that initial mistrust that we KNOW causes a lot of self esteem issues w/ bramble bc we get his pov in the next arc.

and its not just his own apprentices, part of it is about failing all the young cats in his clan, despite being extremely young himself. swiftpaws death, brightpaw being mauled by dogs, tawnypaw running away, s n o w k i t

and hes also dealing with prophetic dreams/visions/nightmares while all this goes down?? like bros so tortured???

so we have:

enemy is an evil tiger

idolizes absent mentor (who was less than perfect

prophetic dreams/nightmares abt future

struggling as a mentor

i could probably find more but im honestly tired rn. thoughts????

snowtuft: i didn't realise he had amnesia!! that's so funny you're right he can be jay

firestar: ogh you have made a VERY good point. the part about him idolising bluestar is huge. i didn't remember the details of cinderpaw's apprenticeship before her accident but you're right in drawing the parallels there. i do picture lloyd as a somewhat ignorant character which is inline with firestar's perception of bramblepaw, and bringing it back round to just the general failing of thunderclan's youth has made me really want to reread the books... damn.. maybe after exams...

you've made a really good argument! fine, i am swayed. lloyd gets his main character syndrome after all. (and as another point, i'd say his presence was to fulfill a prophecy; for fire this is 'fire alone can save our clan', and for lloyd it's the green ninja prophecy.)

[van-afton]

NEW STEEL WOOL FNAF TRAILER DROPPED. THIS IS HUGE

Thoughts on it below the cut:

i’ll try not to jinx it but i think this might be steel wool going fully back on track with scary fnaf games again. i think they (including scott, as said in his interview) all learned their lesson with security breach and are now shifting the gears back to how they were originally.

that is to say, I THINK THIS MIGHT BE PEAK???!!

1. who is that in the box?

there are three options. one, clown version of the puppet. two, new character. three, the mimic itself.

the song (grandfathers clock, heavily associated with the puppet) plus the jack in the box makes it really look like it could be the puppet, but i personally think it’s the mimic. i feel like it would be odd to have a game titled “secrets of the mimic” only to preview the puppet with a carnival themed appearance. speaking of which, it doesn’t even look like the puppet at all. the puppet didn’t have a nose. it almost even looks more like ennard than the puppet (but thats kind of a scary thought so lets leave that there)

if you look, the eyes of this little feller look EXTREMELY similar to the mimics. the head shape and eye distance is pretty much the same but idk if that really means anything.

additionally, there’s a seam in the middle. perhaps this line of animatronics may be similar to the funtimes?

2. what is this game gonna be about?

fallfest for SURE. there is a clear carnival theme here. the description for the video clearly states that this game will be looking to the past of fnaf. also the date says 1979. yea.

(can we give steel wool a round of applause for actually giving us a solid date on the timeline? holy shit!!!!)

3. who will this games protagonist be?

first of all: this games protagonist is most likely gonna be some random ass person we’ve never heard of.

BUT if the protagonist is someone we already know, henry or william would be amazing. But i heavily doubt it. i draw the line at my faith in steel wool here.

4. any returning animatronics?

besides obviously the mimic, i’m going to predict that we’ll see carnie and eclipse. judging by this animatronic’s appearance, it lines up really strongly with eclipse’s aesthetic, so i wouldnt be surprised to see him running around. we might see some references to circus baby, i’m not sure.

we might get some version of the main gang but i doubt they’ll be main features in this game.

5. hey what the fuck is this thing

i have no idea.

it looks like twenty different things at once. it also goes by really fast in the trailer. it kind of looks like an eye? or a hole? or something?? or even something under a microscope??? i have zero clue

now that i look closer there’s some speckles of white that look kinda weird. i know the crackles and white spots and distortion are part of this movie reel whatever thing but some of them look kind of odd. like that orange one near the center of the screen in that screenshot i took. I dunno. it almost looks like fire. hey, doesn’t carnie’s station burn down in help wanted 2? maybe this game will end with a fire!

6. how big will this game be?

it’s steel wool studios. i have a feeling it’s going to be somewhat open world, but smaller than SB for sure. we’re at a carnival, not a pizzaplex. if i had to make predictions on gameplay, ummm.. i think it would have minigames for sure, but idk if it would be another “camp out in an office” type game. perhaps we’d run and hide around the carnival? or do minigames to fend off killer animatronics??? we’ll see.

i really think steel wool is on its road to redemption after security breach (love that game but it was indeed questionable). i think this game is going to be incredible. im super excited, especially bc the release date is literally NEXT YEAR!!!!!!!

[veveisveryuncool]

so, i was wondering about that mirror AU. first off i wanna say, i really like the designs. but i did have a few questions.

So first off, for Magolor, you say he's basically blind but it looks like he has an eye in his mouth like the original soul version. Is that not an eye or am I just going crazy?

Secondly, You mentioned how Adeline is the most normal of them. So are all the characters basically insane and if so, how would you say they rank on the sanity scale?

And finally, and I just have to ask this being a fan of both these characters, but you mentioned that Magolor has someone to help guide him, being blind. Is there by any chance that this seeing-eye jester you mentioned happens to be Marx?

ohhh hi!! tysm for asking about this! i'm really glad people took an interest in those mirror world counterparts, it means a lot :]]

ok, to start, i'm gonna talk about adeleine and sanity :D (since the two magolor questions tie in with each other and bc i like talking about her)

here is the "sanity" scale! i put this in quotes because they are all a little bit insane in their own ways <3

adeleine is the "most normal" here, not because she is mentally sane, but because she basically lives the same life she had pre-DL3 (living alone in cloudy parks, surrounded by her living discarded WIPs, having various temper tantrums). obviously, she still plays a role in the mirror-world version of 64:CS, but she let the whole "shiver star oh my god. earth is dead. humans are gone and i'm the only one left" thing completely take over her psyche. she stays up in the clouds, desperately trying to remember life on earth, and maybe– just maybe, convince herself that she's not alone.

magolor is doing surprisingly okay here?? like, sure he barely managed to scrape his way out of purgatory, and now has the remains of his wrongdoings etched into his body, but he's taking it like a champ 👍👍 he denies what happened to him was his fault (even when it totally was), and because of it, his AD experience was ramped up to 11. he feels no remorse for his betrayal, and instead no longer fights kirby simply because he gave up trying. he's also got the whole..eye and crown thing going on. so.

elfilin is next, with him basically being confined to the Pickle Jar. he's trapped in his own mind (forever wandering the isolated isles) and just kinda floats there, waiting for something to save him from an eternity of chaos. i put him above adeleine because of the situation that leads him there in the first place. since the initial splitting of elfilis/elfilin was a lot more messy, it means that they're stuck in a yin-yang scenario. instead of completely good, elfilin is mostly good, and that sliver of darkness increased his susceptibility to fecto forgo, drawing him to lab discovera. the beast pack captures him and tries to fuse him with forgo, but because of the discordance, it's taking a lot longer. the "good" part of elfilin hangs on, trapped in his dreams and slowly losing his grip, which is represented by his constant crying of the blood cell-like orbs from chaos elfilis' fight.

ribbon is. not doing so hot here. not only is she on the verge of breaking (mentally and physically), she has essentially isolated herself to complete an impossible mission. since the crystal was smashed into thousands upon thousands of pieces, she'll likely spend the rest of her life searching for each shard. she wallows in guilt and self-depreciation (even though it's not her fault!!), and is also fighting off dark matter possession at any given point. her will is strong, but how long can she last?

okay!! magolor time!!

magolor's seeing-eye jester is indeed marx! (though he will kill you if you call him that) while mirror-marx is even less of a good choice to befriend than normal marx, their friendship still upholds :]

while yeah, magolor does have a huge-ass eye in his mouth, it's not him that's doing the seeing. the visual information goes straight to the master crown, if this makes sense.

the master crown's power has dulled, now forming a symbiotic relationship with him. magolor provides the crown with a body to host, and the crown's magic allows him survive AD, basic perception (he's not gonna run into a tree anytime soon, but can't read or see faces), and a huge ego boost.

[kthynes]

For husband for hire does Lloyd like to take her out on dates ? If so what do they usually do/go?

talk of the town

18+

warnings: course language. Fake marriage trope. Mafia!Lloyd. Antsy reader who worries things are becoming a little too real, too fast. A dash of unspoken jealousy from miss reader. Lots of character development.

authors note: just to preface this question with an answer (and a one shot), Lloyd barely takes the reader on dates bc they both make it known to one another that it’s a terminal commitment meaning they were never too keen on getting to know one another in the first place. BUT of course time and proximity changes perspective and this little ficlet is meant to show that.

This has not been beta’d- mistakes are my own

“What are we doing?”

“We are going on a date.” Lloyd looks around the old palatial bistro that eyelets the rich and affluent. He has a tick where he fumbles with the button on his suit jacket, quietly calling to his men that saunter the dimly lit establishment. Head high, feet stumbling in a pair of crystalline Jimmy Choos, you find yourself pivoting sharp turns and wait staff who acknowledge you with awestruck candor. “This isn’t any particular order of business. Just you and I.”

“Oh.” You were used to showing face. Months in as a newly engaged couple, you owed it to Lloyd and his company by sitting pretty and doe eyed, making yourself to be the perfect trophy wife amongst the tribe. Tonight was seemingly auspicious. Foreign music flitted through the high ceilings in a place you’ve never been to before let alone know the name of.

Lloyd looks over his shoulder to espy your bemusement. He takes a gallant step back and levels next to you with a hand gently guiding you forward and through uncharted waters. “Something wrong with that?”

“I don’t know, I just didn’t think it was mandatory for us to go on dates.” You had come to your senses the second you found yourself huddled in his arms, floating up a raft of stairs. Your heels sink and wobble in the ascent. Lloyd’s careful in the short flight.

“You deserve to be taken care of mi Luna.” He assures in a tone that’s entirely ingenuous.

You use a hand to steady yourself away from him. Distance is primitive and you wanted to play it safe. “I can do that very much for myself.”

“With what? That trusty little satisfyer pro of yours?” Lloyd playfully draws you back in. Your body softly collides with his, your expressions fleeting like electricity.

“Oh my fucking god!” You screech, skin set ablaze under the silk dress you had on. Never in this lifetime did you think you’d be caught dirty. Yet here you were incriminated by your vices. You were a fall from grace and Lloyd took the opportunity to wield his case. “Don’t.”

“I hear you going at it at ungodly hours in the morning. You’re never really discreet about it either.” He cuts you with a villainous look that strokes his masochism.

“So what you’re really trying to say is that I have no privacy in that god damn house.” You fight a fight, your body leaning back as his arm barricades a steady hold on your waist. Lloyd liked seeing this side of you. Fiesty and shortcoming. A bit of you was home to him. He couldn’t help but fall for you, slowly, surely, all so inevitably.

“Not when you’re a nymphomaniac.” He finally chuckles. “Look, you don’t have to put out for me. Just have a good time and then actually, with sincerity, thank me later.”

“I don’t owe you that.” He purses his lip, content on being silent but easily taken aback by your flustered beauty. Distracted almost.

“Mr. Hansen.” A petite brunette greets him right by the stair rails. She’s quirky and cute, eyeing you both while you're absently dismissive. “Your table is ready.”

“Thank you Mariella.”

“You two know each other?” You sass, turning to Lloyd once you break out of his grasp. He allows it this one time. But the feeling of letting go, hollows him out. It’s embittering.

“We’ve fucked around here and there.” Lloyd shrugs, jaded as can be. Mariella giggles, clearly approving of the joke.

“Funny.”

“Right this way.” She slices through the tension that stems from your embarrassment which Lloyd gets around in good spirits.

“Learn to take a joke, will yeah?” He murmurs in your hair, his front pressed closely against your back. You don’t feel him but you partly wish you did. Your mind went there and that made you slightly recoil.

“Here you are.” Mariella exhibits a nice sitting area away from the other patrons. The set up was more intimate, a small patio table, two chairs, candles almost everywhere. The red ambiance, sultry sheer curtains. Buckets of champagne, wine, liquor, you name it. Table menus and a private chef. It was inexplicably lavish for comfort, let alone comprehension. As Mariella excuses herself you turn to Lloyd who idles by.

“Is this your place of business?” You wonder, taking in the maroon upholstery that could’ve seen potential bloodshed.

“One of many. So sit…” He eagerly moves you around and pulls out a chair for you like a bred gentleman. You collapse into your seat as he makes way to his with a spiel. “Relax, have a drink or two, see what you like and order away to your heart's content.”

“I’m sorry but I can’t...” You say while on the edge of your seat.

“What?” He cringes, worried about the unimaginable. The panic settles in a decibel.

“You’re taking this way too seriously.” You shake your head.

Lloyd frowns, head hung low and trying to keep the disappointment from being blatant.

“I don’t think I can keep up.”

“But we’re not done here?”

“No but you’re trying to make something out of nothing and I can see that.” You rebut.

“Maybe. But I’m also not giving a fuck.”

“People are little more than convinced, Lloyd.” You state wearily. Everyone has bought into your charade and every day there’s anticipation. You hear the endless musings about potential wedding dates, recounting your meet cute over and over again to those who eagerly ask. There was no means to an end and that’s what worried you the most. Lloyd took it upon himself as a graceful blessing in disguise.

“So let them be!” He starts to pour you a glass of your favorite wine without being asked. “You have nothing to worry about, Bella.”

You let out a disbelieving sigh. “I can’t believe you.”

“Cheers.” He dismisses and clinks glasses with you. There’s some foretelling assurance through his actions. You canvas into the night by going through with the date, quietly keeping your thoughts at bay but your fullest attention on him. The man of the hour. Your best act.

[sic-fayl]

Guild Member Next Door (kinda) translation - Part 15

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Disclaimer, as always: This is based on an MTL translation, I do not know Korean myself, I am trying more to stick with the impressions/vibes of a sentence instead of a strict word-for-word meaning - and most importantly, this is only for fun.

Now, have fun reading!

Ding!

His black phone screen lit up with a sound he couldn’t identify. There was a message from some app he couldn’t place either. For a moment, Yeo-woon just stared at the icon, feeling lost, until it finally clicked that this was the Whole Blue app he’d installed some time ago and so he tapped his way to the message.

[Earth: Newt?]

Below today’s date, there was that message and another one with a question about where Yeo-woon was. Maybe the app showed that he’d seen the messages, or maybe it just showed that he was writing a reply, but either way, the little ‘...’ icon, indicating Earth Star had been typing, had disappeared. Seemed like Earth Star was patiently waiting for his response.

[I’m outside?]

[Earth: I really think you best go home right now.]

‘Ah, why am I shaking now? Has something big happened?’

[Earth: You’re not busy, are you?]

‘So something did happen!’

Feeling nervous, Yeo-woon stopped in his tracks, not caring that this meant he was standing in the middle of the road, and one-handedly tapped away on his phone.

[Is something wrong?]

[Earth: Yes!! Your level is so low, it’s so concerning!!!]

[Oh noes…]

Well then. Nothing to worry about after all. Yeo-woon swiped away the app and kept on walking. Now that he’d finally taken out all the trash that had piled up in his place over the past week, he felt better.

So he walked back to his apartment with a skip in his step, hands blessedly free, but once his phone connected to his wi-fi, he received a slew of messages all at once. There was a seemingly endless vibration coming from his phone, along with a lot of dinging noises, all sounding in quick succession. A bit dumbfounded, Yeo-woon took out his phone to check out whatever Earth Star had spammed him with.

[Earth: Btw that Jam guild actually delivered.]

[Earth: (photo)]

[Earth: They sent the plans for the 2V2 just now, but somehow I doubt they consulted you on those ><]

[Earth: The plan is three games next weekend. You got time then?]

[Earth: ㅜㅜ Did you block me?]

Now that it’d reached him, Yeo-woon checked the photo Earth Star had sent. It was a partial screenshot of a message in Illusion, clearly sent from Strawberry to Earth Star.

[Received mail]

Sender: Strawberry

Title: Pvp info

Weve discussed the pvp in our guild so heres the deets.

Fyi we chose ur fighters based on whos got the most hacking allegations lol.

*WHEN*

Either sat or sun next weekend - u decide n tell us

*FIGHT DEETS*

2v2 - 8 minutes - best 2 out of 3 rounds

So u win twice, u win it all

And if we get a draw bc of time limit, we restart that round until we get a winner

*FIGHTERS*

Poseidon: Ji9Star / Kittycat MeowMeowMeow

Strawberry Jam: Motsuena / neutaaaa

N we decided Motsuenas gonna livestream it all to prove whats really going on.

If u dont wanna get exposed n banned just dont use hacks for once. Fight urself instead of letting some program do all the work for u.^^

Nearly everything looked good. The only problem was Yeo-woon’s name being listed as one of the fighters. He tried to rub his eyes for a bit, hoping it was just a weird hallucination, but the words refused to change.

[Wait, but why am I…?]

Yeo-woon had assumed he would just be a witness to the fight, nothing more, so now he squeezed his eyes shut, feeling too confused to look at the damning words any longer.

[Earth: Guess you were the only one around Cat’s level lol.]

[Earth: You’re both not on the final jobs of your classes yet and they probably assumed that me and a low-level cat vs two actual 200s would be too unbalanced or something. Lol.]

Even though it had seemed to Yeo-woon like Strawberry Jam had sent their guild-invite at random, same as how he’d accepted it on a whim too, he’d since realized that they had no members below level 200. In general, it was a strong guild with many things to offer its members, so the more he’d thought about it all, the more confused Yeo-woon became about why they’d asked him specifically to join, out of all possible players. In other news, he’d also learned that Kittycat Meowmeowmeow was still a student and so his gaming time was limited to the evening, which meant he couldn’t level up very quickly and so it could still be a long time, before he’d eventually reach level 200.

“That makes sense...”

‘If that’s why, then I kind of get it. But still, you could have told me all of that, so I wouldn’t have to hear it from Earth Star!’

The fact was, Yeo-woon had never fought in any official PvP matches before, in his time playing Illusion, so he felt like he desperately needed all the practice he could get, before the next weekend would roll around.

[Earth: And I’ve even got a deal where, when I win the PVP (because let's be real: I will), I’ll get something from Strawberry Jam.]

[Earth: And theoretically, all this started because of you, so it’s only fair I now get to do what I want, right?]

[? I guess, sure]

Earth Star seemed happy with that answer, even screenshotting it and showing off the screenshot to Yeo-woon. He said he’d put it in cloud-save, so there was no way to lose it or for the message to be altered. Yeo-woon had no clue why his simple answer had caused this kind of response in Earth Star, much less why he kept telling him about it.

[Earth: If you get the 3rd job change done today, we should be able to level you up a bit more easy peasy and then we can get to farming the Couple Dungeon this week already...]

From a stranger’s perspective, Earth Star looked like the type of person who lived his life without any plan whatsoever, just going from random impulse to random other impulse, but behind the scenes, he seemed to actually plan a lot of things about how best to play the game. Yeo-woon had taken to mindlessly going wherever Earth Star lead them and completing any quests he pointed him towards and just like that, he was leveling up faster than ever before.

[Earth: When you gonna be on today?]

“Oh, today...”

It’d be hard to find time today. Yeo-woon was out, looking at different potential apartments he could rent, in an effort to find a place closer to his new work. He’d planned to get home very late at night and just claim his daily rewards before going to bed, but confronted with Earth Star’s enthusiasm, he felt like maybe he should get back a little earlier than that.

[I’ve got some stuff to take care of, so I’ll be out until evening.]

[Earth: When exactly?]

Yeo-woon thought through his plans for the day. He condensed them as tight as he could and then added how long it’d take to get back home and finally, he typed the point in time all of that left him with, thinking it seemed vaguely doable.

[8? Probably?]

[Earth: Hmm...]

Earth Star only sent that non-answer and then disappeared. Probably back to gaming, Yeo-woon assumed, or whatever else Earth Star did in his free time. Anyway, no point in texting him further, if he was satisfied with Yeo-woon’s answer.

Seon-yong: Lee Yeo-woon, I got stuck in traffic and there’s no way I’ll get to you on time.

Seon-yong: Just keep waiting, go sit around for another half an hour or so

- Only if you go screw yourself first ^^

Seon-yong: ;; I’m coming to give him a free ride and he treats me like this, what a friend... So, you gonna wait? And write a real answer, not just a letter

- Ok~!

Seon-yong: And now with the gratefulness I deserve

- 👍~!♡

Seon-yong: A full-on maniac, I swear...

‘If anyone else could see this, they’d run to defend you, all because of some ride. But tell me, who’s the one paying for your lunch and dinner today, huh?’

Yeo-woon huffed a quiet laugh as he washed his hands. Then he sat on the cabinet in his hallway that he kept his shoes in and boredly looked through mail he’d already looked through. That’s when a new thought snuck up on him.

‘But wait, Cat is a student and that’s why he can’t be online in the morning. But Earth Star is still a student too, just in college, right? So why is he logged in at random times, like he’s got no lectures at all?’

Thankfully, that’s when his phone chimed, distracting him enough that he forgot about all that again, because Seonyong had arrived and it was time to go check out some apartments.

(Next Part)

[bioniclechronicles]

Good morning tumblr friends! Or whatever time it is for yall currently :>

Time for my rambles hehe (reminder to block the rambletxt tag if u don't wanna see my goofy daily posts)

Under the cut bc idk how much I'm gonna spill lol

I had work last night, it went fairly well. I had a long ass meeting, like nearly 3 hours bc it was a group management meeting followed up immediately by an individual meeting but despite that I got some questions answered and had a very productive night.

There was also, unfortunately, a disabled man who wandered into my store seeming very lost and confused. He clearly walked from across the street where some fast food places were bc he had a bag from there, but he was mumbling to himself and was just floating around up front. When I went to check on him he explained he lost his mother's number and couldn't get back home :( I think he was probably going to try to walk home which was why he ended up over in my store. I'm glad he did tho bc I just sat him on a bench inside and got an Uber for him since he was able to tell me his address. Took me a minute to figure out what to do bc he was a disabled black man and I just wanted him home and didn't want anyone to call the cops on him for just wandering around (which people do, even well meaning ones). Thankfully he got home safely, I tipped the Uber well for helping me out.

I have my nephew in my care for the next few days and am taking vacation time from work so i can be at home with him the whole time! He's 8 and really wanted to hang out with me alone which was only fair bc last month I had his brother only for a trip.

Hoping for a good vacation with him! I plan on drawing more in my time off as I get the chance but I will be caring for an 8 yo too rn so we'll see how much I actually get done haha

[canarymemories]

izuleo for the ship ask game!

i fear i might write an essay on this one dshg

What made you ship it? a true question for the ages. i really wish i could remember what story was my izuleo awakening but they've been in my head for over a year now and it's been fantastic. there's just so much that draws me to them, i think. sometimes it's just things like they were each other's first friend and saw each other as equals and were apparently attached at the hip at near all times while at yumenosaki that a few characters bring it up. even outside of a romantic context, they mean so much to each other and love each other and that is so,, good.

What are your favorite things about the ship? obviously there's what i already said above with them meaning so much to each other. they are also unironically obsessed with each other and sometimes it's so funny (and sometimes it makes me a little sad like concerto where leo brings up izumi like. four times or smth and madara is like hey leo-san maybe you should go talk to izumi and leo is like hmm no, i'll just continue to write music and have him sing it as an idol without him ever knowing it's my music (to which madara points out that izumi will definitely know it's leo's music)). they wholeheartedly believe in each other's talents and they see each other as equals and there really is something about leo wanting to help izumi achieve his dream bc he sees izumi as having helped him achieve his own dream. do you ever think about how leo was perfectly fine with starting over with izumi in requiem, to have that space between them when izumi would be moving to italy post graduation, even says that they're destined to come back to each other (makoto standing there like 🧍‍♂️ the entire time as leo's saying all of this), but that seems to go completely out the window once izumi has his whole i loved your smile but the world took it away from you and i didn't know what to do to get it back and maybe i've been the idiot this whole time speech. like they spend so much of ! slowly getting back to each other and returning to what they had presumably in their first year, or even pre checkmate, but izumi is scared of hurting leo again while leo sort of tests the waters here and there, but ultimately does keep himself at a bit of a distance (ofc there are exceptions to them being a little unsure of where they stand with each other, that "i'm home, sena" part in horoharo, diner live as a whole, the part in starfes when they go to get shu and izumi ends up vaguing leo and calls him leo-kun there again). like part of the reason why leo is so upset in requiem is that izumi has apparently been planning to just,, leave the country after graduation and told eichi of all people before him (though it's not like izumi planned for that to happen, he said that all of the class sort of shared their plans i think), so he resigns himself to backing off and allowing for izumi to leave since they'll meet again and start over. yet by the end of requiem we learn that leo has effectively moved to florence only a few weeks later and lives in some shit apartment, but spends most of his time at izumi's like leo tsukinaga i know what you are. (and don't get me started on leo backing off again once him and izumi have that argument that's mentioned in reloaded, a dark night's passing, and next door about leo getting work for izumi and it bothering izumi bc he feels like it's undermining his own abilities to get work bc that's a whole other essay) anyway. i love them so much and it shows. i have more but we'll be here all day if i go on so i'll try to condense it. there's really just something about them that really is built different, their bond really is something else, platonic or romantic. i think they deserve to have a nice happy life together being silly, hopefully they get to act like the kids they didn't have the chance to be.

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship? again, i really don't know what kind of opinions are out there abt them since i usually just stick to my little corner of the enstars fandom. i know i'm not the only one who thinks this so idk if it's unpopular but i really don't think they would pursue anything romantic until they're in italy. like sure there's pining and all of that in hs, but i don't think they would really do anything about it then, they're still angsting then sadghk also they're ace to me <33 if there's an opportunity to spread my ace izlo agenda, i will take it lmao

ship ask game

[wishblown]

The narrative that unfolds over the next five chapters is about the dead, but of course all stories about the dead are really about the living.

— Erin-Marie Legacey; Making Space for the Dead

January Reads!

On Women by Susan Sontag — 4/5: really solid collection of essays, definitely worth getting your hands on; especially to have them all in one place and to be able to draw connections. Sontag’s first essay of this particular collection (The Double Standard of Aging) is probably my favourite and the perfect opener; so concise, doesn’t sugarcoat, quintessential Sontag. The Salmagundi Interview was super interesting to read as well, as were her responses to other feminist critics/writers of the time. Even when I find myself disagreeing with Sontag, there’s still something gained from being able follow along her argument.

Making Space for the Dead by Erin-Marie Legacey — 4.75/5: I got this from the library after the author was a guest on a podcast I listen to and the way she talked about her work and this book in particular just fascinated me — the book did not disappoint! fantastic read if you’re at all interested in urban burial culture (in France) particularly around the time of the French Revolution. not much prior knowledge necessary as (historical) context is mostly given and explained. the way Legacey takes you through time is so interesting, sometimes funny (bc it’s about people), pretty gory at times, and oftentimes even touching. so glad I read this! even helped me learn more about (post-)Revolutionary France

War of the Foxes by Richard Siken — 5/5: have read this collection so many times at this point, I always take it with me when I move somewhere even when it’s only a temporary home just to have it by my side (and for poetry/life emergencies). still as important to me as it was when I first read it as a teenager, I’m just discovering new parts, patterns, meanings, familiarities.

Crush by Richard Siken — 5/5: what’s there left to say. same as above. an essential. a need.

Kindred by Octavia E. Butler — 5/5: read this together with a friend as part of our long-distance book club as we’d both been meaning to get into Butler’s work for some time now. it’s also so fun to read something at the same time as them and hear their thoughts on what we’ve been reading, especially when it’s a complex novel such as Kindred. what made this extra fun was that the edition I got from the library had discussion questions for classrooms at the end so we actually ended up kinda going through those as well. (my friend’s a literature grad and super smart and well read so it’s always so enlightening to hear their thoughts). this has been a long tangent about the tiniest book club. Kindred is a masterpiece! Butler’s voice is so different to a lot of other writers I’ve read, less descriptive, ‘poetic’ writing, more matter of fact, telling you how it is, which results in removing some of the barriers between narrator and reader especially in intense scenes. She does this without ever losing the reader though, you’re still right there, just without the ‘flowery’ language and the separation that metaphors can create bc Butler simply has no need for them and kinda also does not allow you to flee into ‘prettier’ words (hopefully that makes sense; Butler’s writing was just so distinct to me). And her characters! The nuance and depth she creates, for some in just a few short scenes. As someone who’s read a fair amount of scifi and time travel literature I’ve also really liked how it was done here, how the time travel was instrumentalised. Incredible work, I’m so glad I finally got around to reading it.

Pick Me Girls by Sophie Passmann — 4.5/5: not quite a memoir but not a book that tries to speak for everyone either (which is one of the issues some took with it I think). Passmann goes over her own history as a ‘pick me’ and analyses the phenomenon through her personal experiences and a feminist lense. some of the conclusions she comes to are interesting and I liked that she was critical with her own past actions whilst recognising the circumstances that led to her behaviour and that it’s ok to know and do better now. it’s a call for women to perhaps dare to be pick mes in the way that they should allow themselves to pick themselves and be loud and how it’s okay to try to be unique (if you’re not simply trying to separate yourself from other women for the sake of it) if that’s what it takes to free yourself from the need to please others. it’s not a bad read at all if you’re aware that the author isn’t trying to speak for everyone.

[sloppinjimmy]

Thank you @zurdoabsurdo for the tag!! Love you zurds and your big brain Kim/jimmy/Marco takes mwah

What’s your favorite movie that you saw in theaters this year? A family member took me to see Singing in the Rain in theaters for the 75th anniversary; was pleasantly surprised and the blatant poly-coding of the main three was enough to keep me engaged almost the whole time

What do you usually wear? Black or blue hoodie, black adidas joggers, black socks and slides

How tall are you? 5’6

What’s your Star Sign? Do you share a birthday with a celebrity or a historical event? I’m an Aries! Apparently, in 1954, my birthday was “the most boring day since the dawn of the 20th Century.” Also I had to look up which anniversary of Singing in the Rain happened this year to answer the first question and learned that this movie initially released on my birthday

Do you go by your name or a nick-name? My family usually calls me by my childhood nickname, but everyone else it’s just my name

Did you grow up to become what you wanted to be when you were a child? Not yet, but I believe I will

Are you in a relationship? If not, who is your crush if you have one? Nope. The only crush I have (that isn’t an unattainable celebrity) is a middle aged German man I met one (1) time that happened to be a family member’s boss and who now lives on a whole other continent

What’s something you’re good at vs. something you’re bad at? Good at crocheting, bad at singing

Dogs or cats? Extremely allergic to both but I’m more of a dog person

If you draw/write, or create in any way, what’s your favorite picture/favorite line/favorite etc. from something you created this year? Umm it’s annoying but true so I have to say that I’m generally unhappy with the art I’ve made because I feel like I could do better, but in the spirit of the question, I’m gonna go with my dad nacho drawing because I feel like it opened the door to meet so many cool people and I wouldn’t have had that chance without it

What’s something you would like to create content for? Within BCS: definitely marco/jimmy and Marco/jimmy/kim. Outside of BCS: Barry for FUCKING sure, maybe arrested development. I need to watch more tv and film in general but I’ve been especially itching to do some sad gay MOPI stuff

What’s something you’re currently obsessed with? I mean I’m normal so… you’re definitely not going to find me pouring over every morsel of lore that my favorite actors drop about themselves and their perspectives on life and how they got to where they are today. I definitely don’t do that for hours upon hours every day because I’m normal

What’s something you were excited about that turned out to be disappointing this year? I was excited to start my small business but I’ve (predictably) gotten bored of it and want to do something else. I’m always chasing a new passion that I want my entire life to be about but I always move on to the next thing before I can give myself enough time to cultivate something truly meaningful or noteworthy

What’s a hidden talent of yours? I can juggle one-handed. Also hole tricks

Are you religious? Nope!

What’s something you wish to have at this moment? Boring answer but enough money to go to college ahjdhajdhwjdi

Thank you again zurdo!! Tagging @bluewaterlily

@alcompasdemicaballo @locosalamanca @rosayoro @watasemasaru and gab when she’s reprieved from exile

[alikestory]

mostly rambling about writing my webcomic...

i was doing the typesetting for the next chapter and there's this one part where i was like, i need to explain what this person is referring to for this scene to have any weight. i'll just write a quick backstory thing~

anyway it's. as long as a normal chapter nowwwww :'^) INEVITABLY. i still have one little scene left to write dfghj

generally this arc keeps getting LONGER ;___; i know how it ends and i'm like "wait is this going to have any impact if i don't write something about that??" and in general there are lots of things i know about the characters that aren't in the comic and i'm like DOES IT MATTER???? i don't know.... :'3 (like, not stuff that's going to be revealed later just kinda mundane things that happened before the story starts. but then i hate it when a manga has an entire volume dedicated to one side character's backstory and i'd like my webcomic to END ONE DAY.........)

okay so i wasn't like "i'll just write a quick backstory thing~ tee hee~" I SAID IT BLEAKLY. RESIGNED TO MY FATE.

it is mostly the character in question narrating some stuff so i thought okay i'll do it nagata kabi style and i can totally finish this and another 21 page chapter in two months. i mean her manga is in a simple kinda sketchy style and there's a lot of narration but it's interesting....... anyway that's my current plan. basically how shitty can i get away with this looking..... and what if i made it pink like my lesbian experience with loneliness.......... but i don't want people to see it and think of nagata kabi necessarily i just like pink. MY WEBSITE IS ALREADY PINK. IT'S FINE. NO ONE WOULD EVEN NOTICE. also being like "hey remember this completely unrelated and also way better manga???" at the very beginning of a 30-40 page update. :'^) BAD IDEA.

anyway i own (i can't think of a way to abbreviate this title sdfg why is it so long) my lesbian experience with loneliness but i want to read her newer books too. i think i read exchange diary at a library and found it kinda boring tho? .-.;; ig it's not as sensational as long title. less sex appeal. (that is a joke.)

SEEING THE NEWER TITLES IS. bleak. this poor woman what the hell. like reading long title you'd expect things to get better for her and it's not like her manga hasn't been successful either..... it's kind of depressing, i put them on hold at the library but DO I REALLY WANT TO KNOW???

also somewhat self-conscious about my library holds u__u;;; having three volumes of manga in the first place. whenever i put manga on hold i worry they'll think i don't read real books..... (because i DON'T. i put left hand of darkness & house of leaves on hold too but i've had both of them out before and just never actually read them........ THIS TIME I'M GOING TO. I SWEAR.) i also took impossible people out a few months ago so what if they can see my reading history and are like "why do you read so many comic books about alcoholics??" BUT NEITHER OF THOSE THINGS WILL HAPPEN. i just have an anxiety disorder :v

aaaaa i also don't even know if this backstory flashback thingy is enough.... I MEAN. I GET IT NOW. I KNOW WHY THEY DRAW AN ENTIRE VOLUME OF VILLAGER E'S BACKSTORY. (actually when i think of this phenomenon i think specifically of fai from tsubasa orz;;;; I'M SORRY.) AND. OKAY. IT'S SO EMBARRASSING.

nothing i'm saying or will continue to say is helping my case for Dear Library Employees, I Swear To God I Don't Just Read Comic Books (about alcoholics. i also read comics about other stuff.)

there was some comedy/romance shojo manga i read back in high school and i think the offenders here were by the same author but i don't remember who for sure :v anyway there were a bunch where something serious was about to happen or the characters were finally going to be honest with each other and then they'd have some kinda joke and it would always annoy me bc as we have established i love some sensational drama :v

BUT I GET IT NOW ;_____; THAT IMPULSE...... it's hard to write a sincere and emotional moment and be like WHAT IF IT DOESN'T LAND????? it's so obvious what i'm trying to do that if people go "i don't buy it" then i'll just DIE I GUESS?????????

but you have to try u__u you HAVE TO.

[aajjks]

BC!JK

you laugh when jungkook says he’ll wear a tie matching the same color as your dress. a dress that he would buy just for you. first, sage. next, a tiffany & co. necklace. and now, he’s suggesting to buy your dress. you know you shouldn’t compare but hard to not draw comparisons when your last relationship wasn’t that long ago.

what you and eunwoo had was special but with jungkook, it’s a bit more. he’s always buying, tending, and catering to you. always, BUT this is just day one.

you can’t fall for the same sweet gestures. eunwoo was nice too. he bought you things too.

fool me one time, shame on you.

fool me two times, can’t put the blame on you.

“my favorite color? pink of course!” typical.

“but i also love orange, turquoise, and champagne. they’re such pretty colors. what about you? i’m gonna guess black and white”

it’s only right that you ask the same question back while taking a sip of your delicious milkshake.

“also, why salty? sweet things are so much better. if cavities never existed, i’d eat chocolate and caramel drizzled pretzels all day. probably for the rest of my life” you laugh and lean in to listen to jungkook’s words.

you find his stammering to be quite cute and a little strange considering you never took him as the type to be so fumbly around women, especially you. the 21 year old jungkook was a walking bad boy that all the girls loved yet knew their parents would hate him.

he’s got his father’s confidence and mother’s quick-wittedness, so making conversation came easy. yet here he is, bashful and shy in front of you. you’re shy too but that’s within your nature. you’ve always been shy and a bit of a turtle but it seems like jungkook is a bit of a turtle too.

“i hope this doesn’t sound mean, jungkook but..like…why did you hate me so much and what made you like me so much? like, where or when did the feelings start? when you left school, i thought you hated me all over again but here we are”

His smile fades immediately when you bring up why he hated you. Honestly, he’s not liking this discussion, Jungkook stops munching on his ice cream and now his demeanor has shifted.

When you know everything, why are you asking him and rubbing salt onto his old wounds?

“Yn..” he breathes out, “I had always liked you and I even sent you a letter confessing my love for you, 6 years go… I put it in your locker but… I never got a reply.” This is what you wanted right?

So he will make sure to give you a trip down to memory lane.

“I-I… this was before the bullying started, all my friends made fun of me because you never replied or even acknowledged it… they knew I liked you… you pretended like I never existed? That my letter never existed!”

He’s not even sure if you remember but… now what’s the point? He remembers how namjoon & Yoongi made fun of him for liking you.

“So after a few months I decided to make sure that you’ll always acknowledge me.” That’s how the bullying along with his friends started.

You basically ignored him- you never even looked at him, always way too caught up in your books or eunwoo- you always liked that fucker… even though jungkooks suspicions were confirmed after burning your journal.

“So yes. I began to hate you. But the truth is… I was… I was only pretending to do so… I always loved you yn. I fell for you the first time we met in that art class, do you remember that French teacher? Yeah.”

He’s looking down, he should be over that by now it’s okay… you’re his now. “W-Why did you never respond yn?”

But he deserves to know the answer to that.