#i was rushing towards the end cuz i needed to go do things but i think the deterioration of detail is fitting

[flame-shadow]

Fashion Forward Friend

~ Later ~

Something silly I managed to squeeze in today :)

[livelaughlovesubs]

(Repost cuz tumblr still doesn’t like me- seriously, it’s the six time @nvllxiety)

Dom!reader x sub!akutagawa (reader is gender neutral)

Warning: handjob, overstim, overall very soft

Today your love came home especially early. Despite that fact he looked extremely exhausted and tired, your heart throbs a little whenever you see him in that state. You wanted to take care of him, to make him feel loved. Which is why you were hugging him gently as you two lied on your bed. Your arms wrapped around his waist from behind, chin placed on top of his head. “How was your day aku?” You whispered softly, noticing how tense he was. The boy took a deep breath before explaining, “it was fine as usual.”

You never knew if what he said was the truth, or maybe he doesn’t know better. Another reason why you try to be as tender and patient with him as you could. One of your hand found its way to his hair, ruffling through it while scrubbing his scalp slightly. “I see, as long as you are doing well.”

Akutagawa didn’t need to look at you in that moment to know you were smiling. As always you were being your kind and caring self, something that irritated him as well as made his heart pound. This feeling was weird, it hurts in his chest but he doesn’t want to let go. Suddenly you moved closer to him, those arms of yours tightening around his cold body. You were warm, or at least warmer than him. The warmth radiating from you was heating him up, his body was no longer cold. Now his cheeks were getting hotter, and that curling sensation in his stomach grew stronger. Truly bizarre.

“Hey, ryuunosuke.” He could swear his ears just got redder from the way you said his name, the way it rolled off your tongue made him feel tingles. Was this because you used his first name? “Do you… want me to help you? Down here.” You asked in a quiet manner, then your eyes wandered towards his crotch. “…huh…?!” The boy shook a little, this was surprising, why was his body acting so strange today. A shiver ran down his spine, and you noticed it. You didn’t rush him, waiting once again, matching your pace with his. “If you want to.” He answers, not looking into your eyes, rather avoiding them. “I see, thanks.”

God, he can read you like an open book, can’t you stop grinning at him like this? It was almost embarrassing. He grabbed a pillow, holding onto it like how you were holding him. Panting into the fabric while you slipped a hand inside his pants. “Cute.” You mumbled at the sight unfolding in front of you, feeling your own heartbeat rising.

Slowly you wrapped your hand around his half erect member, he let out shaky gasps as you did. With even more meticulous effort you gave him a handjob, moving it upwards in slow motion. When your fingers reached the top, you rubbed his tip a little, collecting the precum leaking from him to use as lube. He started to trembled, now grasping the pillow even tighter. You knew he was shaking because you could feel it, that was how close your bodies were. Without rushing things too much, you picked up the pace, your hand now moving a tad faster. His face was red as a cherry, completely different than his normal pale complexion. The shame and embarrassment he felt was practically painted on his needy expression, eyes half lidded as he tried to not squirm away from your touch.

In the end, he wasn’t able to keep himself still. Jerking his hips back and forth, matching the rhythm you set. Small whimpers started to slip from the boy. “Mhm..! Hu-uhgnn, hm..” those already barely audible sounds he made were further muffled by the pillow he was holding. If it wasn’t for how dead quiet the room was, you wouldn’t have been able to hear them. The only other noise that occurred were the sounds of yours and his breathing, as well as the blankets being moved aside. Soon enough he reached his limit, clawing at the pillow like a cat while you gazed at him with loving eyes. What are you going to do with him? He was so adorable you were going to overdose on cuteness.

“Ahh…haa-ha, nghhh…” Akutagawa whines a last time before he came, his slim figure trashing around a little. His shoulders also jerked upwards for a split second and his face twisted into one of bliss and want. You could feel something wet dripping down your hand, a familiar sensation by now. “Good job, aku, you did well.” You praised him again, feeling content with him. “mhm.” He gave back meekly, still not daring to look at you.

“… and are you up for a second round?” What? The boy had to think for a moment, you wanted another round? His ears just tainted bright red, it made you chuckle a little. While he was still ponding over your suggestion, you moved your hand again. He yelped, “eh-uhh..!” Now finally facing you, staring at you with hesitant eyes. “It will be fine, leave it all to me.”

This time he was a bit more expressive than before, jumping at every contact. It’s obvious he was more sensitive now, his shoulders were raised to his ears as he bit into the pillow. Was the pleasure too much? Was he ashamed of his voice? How cute. Your hand moved slightly faster, you could hear the pounding of your own heart, it was getting louder and louder. “Mhm..hngnnn, hmm..!” The boy let out some high pitched sounds. He was trying his best to make it easy for you, but in the end, he didn’t succeed. His legs clenched together, the overwhelming feeling was taking him by a storm. It felt so good but also frustrating, how he was losing himself over such a small thing.

“Ah.. y/n.” Akutagawa whispered, not knowing why he called out to you. “Yes? I’m right here with you, don’t worry, you are safe with me.” You reassured him, knowing that he was getting closer which is why you picked up your pace once again. “Hmm-!” Chocked out moans escaped him, a sigh that he was enjoying himself. This made you feel proud, of yourself and him. “So good, so so good for me.”

“Please..” he managed to say between ragged breathing’s, mouth hung agape while he continued to shiver. “It’s alright, dear.” You said, smiling when you noticed him looking back at you. “Ah-ahhHHh…!” Not long after he came again, this time his entire body shook as he came. Another wave of build up ecstasy washing over him, enough to make his mind go blank for a second. “You did so well, I’m proud of you.” You said, while kissing his head, hand still moving though slowly to help him come down. A sigh of relief and disappointment came from the male when he realised this was over. Now he was even more exhausted than before.

Even more of his fluid was running down your hand now, you grabbed a tissue to wipe it away. This was only a temporary solution, you should get a towel. “I’ll go to the bathroom, okay?” You proposed but he turned you down, switching positions so that he was facing you and snuggling against your chest. “… just a minute.” He demanded and closed his eyes. This act caught you off guard, but it wasn’t bad. Haaaah… you just can’t say no to him when he’s being this sweet and vulnerable.

[iamwonyoung]

i like you — m.l

p. mark x f!reader

t. fluff, comfort, reader has toxic family, toxic household, arguments infront of the table, comparing, asian type of parents lmao, mark confessed at the end :^

n. i wrote this cuz i relate to itt:// except for the fact that i dont have a mark lee to comfort me.

𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭

you and mark were just teenagers, never really caring much about anything. carefree, careless, and chaotic, but in a way that felt right for both of you. you didn’t think too deeply about life, just drifting through it together. mark was more than just your best friend, he was like the very definition of what a best friend should be—always there, no questions asked, no judgments made. it never even crossed your mind that you’d develop feelings for him, feelings you knew you shouldn’t have, but somehow, there you were.

home had never been a place of comfort for you. it haunted you, how the very people who were supposed to be your family always seemed to be against you. “i expected better from you, y/n,” your mother’s cold words hit you straight in the face, the disappointment in her voice unmistakable.

"i’ve already done so much better than before..." you barely managed to whisper, feeling the weight of every stare in the room as your family’s eyes bore into you, judging every bit of who you were as you sat there at the dining table. the meal in front of you remained untouched. the tension in the air was so thick, it made it impossible to even think about eating. honestly? every meal felt like this. breakfast, lunch, dinner—always filled with criticism, scolding, and the constant reminder that you needed to be better.

“better is never enough,” your mother added, her tone sharp. “do your best.” you bit down on your lower lip to stop yourself from saying something you’d regret, forcing your gaze away from her.

but then the words that always stung the most reached your ears. “look at your sister, she’s excelling. why can’t you learn from her?”

those words echoed in your mind, cutting deeper than you wanted to admit.

really now?

you couldn’t help the bitter scoff that escaped your lips. standing up from the table, you finally looked at your mother. after 18 years of holding it in, you had reached your limit.

“why is it always her that you see?” you asked, your voice shaking with frustration. “if you’re just going to keep praising her and tearing me down, then maybe you shouldn’t even consider me your daughter anymore. because honestly?” you paused, taking in the shocked expressions of everyone at the table. some of them looked surprised, others just furrowed their brows, while a few remained completely expressionless. “honestly, i’ve never once felt like i was your daughter.” the words trembled out of you, but you said them anyway before storming out of the dining room.

you could hear your mother shouting your name, telling you to come back, but you didn’t hear a thing. you were too overwhelmed, too tired, too angry.

you stormed out of the house, slamming the front door behind you. poor mark, who had been on his way over to your place with a bunch of school papers for you to catch up on, stood there, startled. he blinked a few times, watching as you walked right past him without even a glance in his direction.

you walked quickly, your feet carrying you towards the small park near your neighborhood, adrenaline rushing through your veins.

“assholes,” you muttered to yourself, feeling the weight of everything pressing down on you as you kicked at the stones scattered along the path. why did it have to be this way? why did something as simple as family feel so impossible?

you sighed heavily, your chest tight with frustration and exhaustion. why did it all feel so heavy? why did you feel so overwhelmed? you had never compared yourself to your sister before, but now that you thought about it, you realized she really was better—better in every way.

you found yourself sitting on a swing, staring up at the sky as the cold breeze brushed against your skin. you hadn’t eaten dinner, just like so many nights before, but you didn’t even care anymore. arguments always seemed to fill the space where food should have.

before you knew it, you felt something warm and soft drape across your shoulders, startling you for a moment. you turned your head to see mark standing there, looking down at you, his expression full of concern. you could tell he knew something had happened at home again, but he didn’t ask. instead, he simply placed his jacket around your shoulders, offering you the only comfort he could.

“it’s cold,” he said softly, sitting on the swing next to you. he still had the school papers in his hand, but he didn’t say a word about them. he just stared straight ahead, not wanting to look at you, not wanting to make you feel like he was judging you the way your family did.

sometimes it was better to just sit in silence, to be there without saying anything, making sure you were okay without asking questions that didn’t need to be asked.

"what's that?" you managed to ask, glancing down at the papers in his hand.

mark looked over at you, studying your face carefully. "it's the pair project," he said calmly.

huh?

did he really do it all by himself?

"what?" you straightened up, furrowing your brows as you stared at him. there was no way he’d just gone ahead and completed the project without even asking for your help. "what about me?" you asked, your voice catching a little.

"what about you?" he tilted his head, his expression neutral.

you felt yourself slipping back into your usual comfort zone, the kind of casual banter you were used to with him. "what about my grades? you did that all on your own?" you asked, feeling a strange mix of confusion and guilt.

"yeah," he said, cutting you off before you could say more. "you weren’t feeling well the past few days, so i just did it myself. i came by to give you a copy so you could look it over, in case the teacher asks you anything about it..." he explained, handing the papers to you.

you looked down at them, still trying to process. why was he being so nice?

"mark, what’s gotten into you?" you narrowed your eyes at him, suspicion creeping into your voice.

"i’m just being a person," he replied, his words simple, but his eyes told a different story. he was clearly itching to ask what had happened, but he held back, not wanting to upset you any further by prying.

so he just sat there in silence, keeping his mouth shut, waiting for you to speak if you wanted to.

it was silent. the kind of silence that was eating away at mark, making the air between you both feel heavier with each passing second.

he sighed.

he couldn't take it any longer. without looking at you, he decided to speak. "you know i’m here," he said quietly, his voice softer than usual.

mark might have been the jerk you’d known for most of your life, but jerk mark wasn’t just some jerk—he was mark lee. your mark. the definition of "best" in best friend.

"you can always lean on me, you know that," he added, his voice still gentle, but firm in its sincerity.

you looked away, suddenly feeling the weight on your chest again. what was wrong with you? moments ago, everything felt fine, or at least manageable, but now the heaviness had returned. maybe it was because mark was so good at making you feel safe, good at making you feel seen.

you sighed, your throat tight and your eyes stinging a little. "you’re a jerk," you said, your voice shaking, trying to hold back the emotions building up inside.

mark glanced at you then. "maybe i am," he said with a small shrug. "but i care. a lot. i see you, i see your emotions, and i..." he trailed off, not wanting to say too much, not wanting to make things more complicated than they already were.

but what could he do? the truth was too obvious to hide.

"i can’t help but feel bad," he continued after a beat. "i can’t do much about it, other than just stay by your side. be here for you."

what else could he do?

you didn’t know how to respond. what had gotten into him? you looked down at your shoes, his jacket still draped over your shoulders, the faint smell of his cologne lingering around you.

"you shouldn’t say that," you said with a bitter chuckle. "honestly, you’re better than my parents." the laugh that followed was short and hollow.

mark looked at you, but this time, he didn’t know what to say.

"no," he finally said after a moment. "i’m just seeing you for who you really are." he gave you a small, hesitant smile, and then gently reached out, brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear. "don’t think so little of yourself. you’re too precious to be seen that way," he added softly.

you scoffed, looking away, feeling a little flustered. "you sound crazy now."

the silence returned for a brief moment.

"maybe i am," he said with a small nod.

you furrowed your brows, turning to look at him in confusion. what was he even talking about?

"am i crazy if i say i like you?" he added, his voice barely above a whisper.

[trees-be-drawing]

Okay… so I started reading @annzy-bananzys-corner ‘s “Snettles” as I was scrolling through Snufmin fanfics to read on AO3 back in early December, and… holy cow is it good!!!

Not only did the art cover from one of my favorite artists drew me in, but the writing was just 👌✨ GORGEOUS!!

All the characters written had such good chemistry towards each other, and Snorkmaiden ended up being the funniest to me. I couldn’t stop laughing so hard at her trying to be the voice of reason to the two lovable idiots that are Moomin and Snufkin in the early chapters.

So as typical fashion, I felt a great need to draw it. Cuz honestly, long-haired Snufkin was not something I thought was going to make me go feral but hot damn does he look so pretty in long hair!

Okay so…

SPOILERS TO THE FIC!!!

It’s pretty blurry but 1. I don’t have the best camera quality, and 2. It’s a bit faded since it took me a whole month to do this. (Update: I got a clearer picture. Sorry, I was rushing to get this out for a whole month)

But anyway, I had absolute gender envy every time I drew Snufkin with long hair. And there was definitely a lot more I wanted to draw, and felt bad I didn’t draw Little My especially.

I’m actually glad for the cover art too, it acted as a perfect reference to use but unfortunately I’m not very good at drawing Moomin and I’m envious at how @hanekdrawsmoomins draws them! They’re so fluffy and pretty!!

I definitely had to draw Snorkmaiden calling Snufkin a twink. I couldn’t resist. What I didn’t intend was for it to be right next to Snufkin having a breakdown over the overpowering song in his ears 😅 I also decided in order to differentiate Moomin and Snorkmaiden, I gave Snorkmaiden more rounder and fluffier features like her tail and ears. It’s subtle but I was pretty happy with it.

I get giddy every time I drew Moomin and Snufkin, but Snorkmaiden and Alicia needed some love too. I wanted to try some perspective which… I’ll admit I’m not very good at, but I did my best. I normally don’t draw backgrounds but I wanted to give the scenes more character and it was pretty fun, even if it’s not perfect.

I also thought to myself “maybe the reason Moomin didn’t recognize Snufkin was because he’s never seen Snufkin’s hair deflate in the water” so I drew the comparison to Snufkin and “Snettles” for that one scene where Moomin realized how similar they were. I also imagined his hair gets longer in mermaid form.. hehe! :3

I was also very excited to do my interpretation of the Lady of the Sea but I’ll be honest… I did procrastinate on it for a while which is why it took so long. I know the description said “seaweed green hair” and not the fact it’s actual seaweed but… I hope you don’t mind but I gave her seaweed hair. Made of different types of seaweed too :3 I actually want to colour it at some point but if there’s any changes I should do to her design, you can let me know. I’ve loved to get an accurate idea on her :3 I also used the mermaids from the 90’s as reference to give her fins on her head, although Snufkin doesn’t have any but I’d argue it’s cuz he’s only half mermaid.

It’s a very scattered looking comic kind of page but man! There was so many moments that were genuinely so good I felt tempted to even draw a full comic book on this!!

But no… unfortunately I am very easy to lose motivation and I’ve been and will be pretty busy for the majority of my current life cuz of college and stuff so I’m afraid I can’t draw often.

Good thing I’m on break at the moment :3

But anyway, it was super duper fun drawing these!! I’m actually super duper proud of them :3

Actually…. You wanna know how much I loved my sketch of Moomin and Snufkin on their midnight swim?

I COLOURED IT!! GONE BACK TO MY DIGITAL ART ROOTS FOR THIS!!!

Honestly I don’t think I did that great but I did this on iBisPaint, and there was a version where he had brown hair… until I read a section saying he has red hair so I quickly changed it to how it looks currently.

I also realized too late that the scales on his cheeks weren’t actually scales but freckles… which…. You know what? Fuck it. His freckles turn to fish scales. And they’re shiny :3

I also decided to make his scales glow but then remembered that doesn’t happen till Chapter 13. But hey, I think it gave it a calm feeling with how warm it must feel to be snuggled up like that on the water. Heck even my sister agreed.

Overall, Moomin fanfics have really helped with my art block.

And sorry for the really long yapping session. I like talking about my thought process on these things, and I genuinely can’t wait for the next chapter whenever or if it ever comes. I understand you’re busy so I don’t blame you but… damn you really left it on a cliffhanger huh? Still love it though! :3

Also I’m not sure why the link for the fic isn’t working properly cuz normally it would be automatic but… I’ll see if I can fix it at some point (update, I fixed it!)

[sylvaridreams]

Could be drawn and quartered for saying this but I'll risk it. Genuinely I love Livia. She's so unbelievably funny to me. My first encounter with her was actually last spring bc I didn't get to play that part of lws3 until 2023 (wow) and I thought she was soooo fucking funny. She's trapped in a bloodstone puzzle and needs your help to escape but I STRUGGLED with this puzzle and could not for the life of me figure it out and if you take too long she starts MOCKING YOU for it. It's so funny. Trapped by magic and she's like (snidely) "oh do you need a hint? For this simple puzzle for children? Do you need a little help? Is that what the great Pact Commander needs is a little help with a puzzle for babies? Maybe let's get some disadvantaged uneducated orphans in here and they can show you." And then you work with her through the end of lws3 and she continues to be hilarious. And I'm certain that a lot of people dislike her for that reason. She doesn't bathe in your excellence. She spends some fair amount of time treating you like a fool and a nuisance that she grows mildly warm towards.

Like when this bit dropped in SotO and people rushed to be like NOT MY COMMANDER! DOESNT APPLY TO MY COMMANDER! No? Alright, tell me your thoughts about why you hate Livia. ^_^ ohhh cuz she's rude and disrespectful to you? Oh noooooo... oh noooo is that why...!

Like it's not actually an issue to me. I don't care if people have differing opinions on a character, I don't care if the reason for disliking her IS "she's disrespectful and rude and I think I/my Commander deserve respect" like alright go off! I just find it funny. And a bit sad that she then gets trashed as like WORST CHARACTER IN THE GAME! WE ALL HATE HER ASS! Well I talked to Livia just yesterday. And she didn't even mention you. You didn't come up at all. And I texted her just now to ask about you and she was like "who?" So I think this might be a one way thing you have here. Sad!

And I'm sure for some percentage people it's also her combined race + gender! Black woman who talks down to you a bit and comments on your ineptitude. I'm sure that sits poorly with some players out there. Especially those seeking escape as the flawless genius loved-by-all hero of the story. It's not dissimilar to the years-long grudge some players hold against Braham for (checks notes) cold-shouldering you and pushing you away while grieving his dead mother as a teenager, and daring to make a stupid choice or two in the decade to follow. And for not basking in your excellence during. Whilst black. Idk. I'm no expert. I'm just the guy who enjoys things. The enjoyerrrrrrrrrr.

[bapdaydreams]

Thing I can remember Yongguk said/did in the London concert yesterday (20/10/24)

1. He thanked us for always being by his side - said he wouldn't be here without us and then said not to cry as he proceeded to preform all the emotional songs (i.e Journey, Hikikomori, AM 4:44)

2. Said he missed London - said he will try his best to come back with his members

3. Spoke about B.A.P's comeback at which point everyone started to chant B.A.P - he looked so happy

4. Someone was very brave and kept on complementing him (i.e you're so handsome) - he was smiley but also flustured

5. It was someone's birthday! He sang happy birthday to them (along with the rest of us in the crowd) And they got a hat from him...he's too sweet for this world.

6. He just looked so happy! I can't stop staring at the photos I took of him all smiley!!!!

7. Someone gave him the inflated crown!!!! Everyone cheered! (I am sure other Brits will agree when I say...he is the king we want) And then someone passed the UK flag to him - he said he wasn’t sure if it was okay for him to have the flag and the crown on at the same time. Someone screamed it was fine cuz the Queen (they could have said King but at his point my hearing had given out) was 💀 anyway

8. He also used the flag as a head scarf towards the end in his true grandpa form

9. He also said 1 and half hours are not enough for him - someone screamed 3 hours next time and he laughed saying he would need all his members for 3 hours

10. He said he had personally designed the concert tshirt so it would be a great opportunity to buy it now, no pressure though 😂😂

And that is about all I can remember. 😂😂 If anyone else who was there can remember anything else, please do add on (or correct me cuz it all feels like a fever dream and I am also not one to record every second of the concert)

Snapshot was also a bit of a fever dream. I will say that it felt rushed, which I understand since its the end of the night and more snapshot tickets were being sold so more people to get through. Also, it seems a bit...monetary to make fans pay £65 for each individual photo...but that's just me and my opinion. Everyone is free to spend their money as they see fit. I will add, last year I think it was about £60 for snapshot and the staff took more than 1 photo, so you be the judge here.

I also wish they would accept card payment for merch. Those are the only 2 things I can say were a bit of a downer but it's nothing major.

Other than that, it was an amazing night as always. I think I am also getting a little old now since my feet and back started to hurt after a while 😂😂😂😂

10/10 would recommend going to see Yongguk if you haven't already!

[strawberryraviegutz]

I feel like this needs to be said but..Am I the only one getting annoyed with the “Ame Chan is a bad person/problematic” discourse?? I’m not just talking about the ppl who’ve been complaining about her character saying they “didn’t realize how awful she was”. I’m also talking about ppl being like “lmao yall clearly didn’t play the game of course she’s a horrible person you’re just now realizing that??”

You don’t necessarily have to play a game to be a fan of it. It’s pretty common for ppl to watch gameplay videos or videos covering the story of/analyzing games and characters if they can’t or don’t wanna play it. Second I dont think we should just look at Ame through a black and white lense. Ame’s not a horrible person but she’s not necessarily good either. She’s a very VERY flawed person who struggles with mental health issues and addiction and makes rlly bad decisions and says rlly mean/bad things.

But that’s like…literally everyone on earth. Everyone has flaws especially mentally ill ppl, nobody’s perfect. It’s implied that Ame was literally abandoned/disowned by her parents so of course she’s not going to make the best decision with a “stable” mind especially if you’re desperate.

Ame Chan does terrible things/decisions like taking drugs on stream and self harming on stream and I think she even killed herself on stream too in one ending(tho feel free to correct me if I’m wrong) which is obviously irresponsible and dangerous. And she says things that aren’t necessarily nice or the best(some of it is warranted since some of the ppl in her chat were saying rlly awful, gross and even misogynistic things and calling her “old”).

And while she only wanted to be kangel for attention online, it’s kinda possible that she’s been able to have positive impacts on her fans/audience. We’ve seen how she is with the younger side of her fanbase as Kangel. She’s very kind and compassionate and overall very sweet towards them. Kangel’s entire persona is revolved around reaching out to lonley ppl online who’re struggling and to make them happy.

She may be doing it only for money snd attention, but like most ppl who struggle with mental health issues, they sometimes don’t realize the positive impacts they’ve had on the ppl around them. Hell maybe deep down Ame made Kangel to also help reach out to ppl like her online and make them happy too.

And as for the whole shotacon accusations, Ame Chan is NOT a shotacon. It was a very bad translation error and we all know that most translators aren’t always reliable(especially Google Translate) so please stop spreading that around. It’s been debunked already.

Maybe I’m biased because while I don’t have BPD(at least I don’t think so), have never taken drugs, nor have I ever cut myself in like a very VERY long time(tho I never left any scars cuz i didn’t like pain)and have an anxiety disorder and am autistic, I still sorta relate to/kin Ame Chan.

I’ve had my moments where I’ve had emotional and or violent outbursts(not where I’ve beat someone up or broke anything)due to a rush of emotion and or getting real worked up/frustrated online and irl.

And it’s always rubbed me the wrong way when I’ve been seeing ppl trying to put Ame into the box of “bad/problematic person” whether you’re trying to defend her character or not. It’s a lot more complex and morally grey than that and I think characters like her being in media are important to lessen the stigma of mental health whether it be in Japan or worldwide.

Feel free to correct me and fill me in on stuff if I missed anything or left anything out but in conclusion, Ame Chan is a not a good person, but she’s not necessarily a monster and or all bad either and I think ppl on both sides should realize that.

[happily-wretched]

Bleak

Sorry I took so long making this one :(

This idea kept changing and I was having a hard time deciding on what this story should really be, so I just thought a simple yet interesting story about starvation between two friends

Let me know if you guys want a part 2 cuz I was kinda rushing towards the end

Caution, this includes: Starvation, actions towards unconscious individual, giving up (partial) amounts of food to others

The sun blazed mercilessly overhead, its rays baking the jungle floor and sweat glands working overtime. Audrey wiped his brow, catching a few stray beads of perspiration before they could slide down his face. "Brutus, I don't know how much longer we can keep going on with no food. We're both absolutely starving," he said, stomach growling loudly to punctuate the statement. Audrey glanced over at his travel companion, noting the sheen of sweat glistening on his muscular arms as he hacked through the dense foliage with a machete. 

"Ugh, I'm with you there, bud. All I can think about are juicy steaks and buttery mashed potatoes. This heat is making me crave heavy comfort food," Brutus replied, his own belly letting out a thunderous rumble. "Seriously, listen to that beast. It's been howling for hours now. I swear it's gonna eat me from the inside out if we don't find civilization soon!"

Audrey sighed heavily, wiping his face again. They had been wandering this godforsaken jungle for days now, attempting to capture epic photos of rare wildlife to sell. But all that epic wildlife seemed to have disappeared, leaving them lost and depleted of their meager provisions. Now their stomachs were staging a full-on rebellion. 

"I thought you had some secret stash of rations hidden away. You know, something to tide us over until rescue," Audrey said hopefully. Brutus paused his machete wielding and shook his head ruefully. 

"Hate to break it to you pal, but my secret stash is long gone. I ate the last granola bar yesterday. We're officially out of rations." He looked down at his crotch, patting a pocket. "Unless you want to rummage through my pockets for crumbs, be my guest. But I don't think you'll find anything but lint and regret."

Audrey rolled his eyes. "Ha ha, very funny. What are we going to do, Brutus? I swear I can feel my organs cannibalizing each other in there."

"I feel you. It's like my stomach is gargling obscenities at me," Brutus said with a dramatic clutch of his belly. "Alright, let's find a good spot to camp for the night. Maybe the authorities will find us in the morning. If not, I'm probably going to start chewing my own arm off by tomorrow evening."

The two men set up a meager tent and bracken bed, their stomachs giving a symphony of unhappy growls and groans as they worked. Once settled in, they laid together, bellies gurgling in tandem. Audrey felt his eyelids growing heavy.

Suddenly, Brutus sat up. "Here, Audrey. Eat this candy bar. I was saving it but I think you need it more than me." He pressed a precious, crinkled wrapped treat into Audrey's hands. Audrey blinked at it in disbelief. 

"But Brutus, that's your favorite! You've been hoarding it..." 

"Ah, quit being a gentleman and eat the damn thing!" Brutus said, smacking Audrey's hands. "Besides, I had a monster breakfast before we left camp. That much food has gotta still be digesting."

Audrey couldn't argue with that logic. Their stomachs were howling in unison now. He tore open the package and began wolfing the chocolate down eagerly, barely stopping to unwrap it. Halfway through, he glanced over at Brutus. The dark-haired man wore that same dopey grin he always did - but this time, it looked almost affectionate. Audrey's stomach fluttered, confusing him.

He handed the remaining candy over. "Here, I can't eat this in front of you. Despite what you said, you're probably just as famished."

Brutus gobbled it up, green eyes lighting up. "Bless you, my friend. Truly, you're a saint." He licked chocolate from his fingers with relish.

Audrey found himself captivated by the sight of Brutus' broad chest rising and falling, and his plush lips sucking on those digits... Wait, what? He mentally shook himself. Food deprivation must be addling his brain. There was no way he was swooning over his buddy right now.

"I... I'm going to sleep," he mumbled, turning away. But he felt Brutus scoot in close behind him, minty breath brushing his ear.

"Hey... Can I hold you?" Brutus murmured. "I just... I need to be close right now."

Audrey swallowed, pulse quickening at the husky request. This wasn't like Brutus at all... But before he could form a reply, a yawn stretched his jaws and his eyes drooped. Brutus' arms wrapped snugly around his waist and Audrey drifted off, confused heart fluttering.

Hours later, Audrey jolted awake, disoriented. His first realization was that his head was pillowed on a firm, muscular chest. The second was the dull ache in his own hollow gut. 

Then his hand brushed something and he froze. It was Brutus' tummy. And it was growling like an enraged beast. A full, furious ROARRR emitted from the quivering wall of flesh and Audrey's eyes went wide. 

He didn't wake Brutus, laying a curious palm over the gurgling abdomen instead. The sounds turned frantic under his touch, muscles clenching in the most enticing way. Feeling brave, he began to rub, massaging the hollow expanse. Each stroke elicited a new gamut of groans and rumbles. It was oddly fascinating...

Audrey was so engrossed in his explorations that he didn't notice Brutus' eyes blinking open until a groggy voice cut the night air.

"Mmmh... what're you doin' there?"

Audrey leapt back like he'd been electrocuted, face flaming. "N-nothing! I mean, um..." 

"You were petting my stomach," Brutus said calmly, absently rubbing his tummy. "It kinds of felt nice though... Don't stop on my account."

Audrey's blush deepened. Had Brutus really just given him permission to touch? Before he could overthink it (again), Brutus took his wrist and guided his hand right back to his middle. 

"Go on. It's pretty talkative tonight," Brutus said with a drowsy smirk. "I guess I really am starving."

The men lay entangled, hands gently kneading and stroking as they listened to Brutus' body language. His belly swelled and shrunk under their fingers, every movement so amplified compared to his own. The sounds echoed in the tent, loud and deep.

"Jesus, Brutus," Audrey breathed, "I had no idea you were this famished..." 

"Tell me about it," Brutus grunted, abs clenching. "I feel like a drum."

Audrey bit his lip, transfixed by the undulations. He'd never seen a stomach so animated before. Each groan grumbled through him, vibrating pleasantly against his skin. His own tummy gave a feeble whine of protest but paled in comparison.

Slowly, cautiously, Brutus looked up to face him, and scooted closer to Audrey. Their bellies collided, empty and gurgling. Audrey gasped at the sensation, heart battering his ribs. His cock twitched in his pants.

"I think we're well past hiding it, Audrey," Brutus said lowly, eyes glinting. "I want you. Have for a while."

Audrey's brain short-circuited. He opened his mouth and nothing came out. Brutus took it as an invitation, surging forward to crush their mouths together...

AH! D:

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Mod Carrie, Uni, Doom or any other mods, do you perhaps have anything to say about the Kisswas comic? (Personally Caroom feels forced there + another crit blog pointed out how Uni said wrong things, so I just wanted to know what you think /gen)

i just finished reading the kissmas and what the shit throughout this entire comic uni pressures carrie into inviting over doom (who remember) was an abuser to carrie and carrie abused him back (vomit bucket scene) and carrie being uncomfortable for the entire comic is framed as them being jealous and trying to isolate uni from being polyamorous and at one point uni goes "Why is it ok for you To be with other people like Jay or Kiki but I'm not allowed to be with Doom?" but the polyamory isnt the fucking issue the issue was (by the comics logic of metaphors) doom being an abuser and uni is a bitch throughout this entire thing calling carrie jealous telling doom that 'carrie just need to get over herself' and appearantly forgot to mention that this kissmas party only had carrie and doom the most troublesome pair and then when she starts fucking flirting and hugging carries abuser and carries upset uni acts all fucking surprised and in the end it all works out for this fucking 'precious cinnamon roll bun' uni even tho she made both her partners uncomfortable mocked carrie and then the comic ends with a fucking kiss between carrie and doom with the bs 'oh ive always cared for and like you' bitch does throwing vomit on your crush scream 'i love you take me away in a fucking bridal carry and make out with me sloppy style then fuck me in bed' cuz it sure as shit doesnt scream that to me and over all it felt really rushed for the relationship going straight from hate to kissing and blaming it all on carrie for being a jealous witch - uni

talking from someone who kindof connected and has Carrie as a small comfort character, kissmas did NOT feel right at the slightest. for example how Uni was constantly mocking Carrie for being uncomfortable with their abuser like wtaf??? and the fact that caroom was all just "oohhh I always loved you!" no the fuck you didn't. (at least carrie didn't.) does lashing out and throwing a whole bucket of Barry's vomit scream "I LOVE YOU"??? it really doesn't the whole idea of all the relationships between all the characters just feels so unorganized and so, SO messy. like why the FUCK does it end with Carrie always going "oh uni is precious she does no wrong!!!" wasn't there a whole volume where Uni literally did so much shit wrong? even including the entirety of Uni's dialogue towards Carrie and how Uni even made Carrie's current partners uncomfortable. (this is mostly agreeing with Mod Uni) - 📎

I think the events in Kisswas happened choppily and honestly Carrie was VERY reasonable to not want their girlfriend talking to their abuser or inviting him over??!?!!🙀 also the fact that Uni had to push Carrie to even agree with Doom coming over is a RED FLAG pushing is not a staple in consent!! very weird? -🧁

uni is the biggest idiot in the entire comic. forcing caroline who clearly didn't want to be around doom to interact with skull is one of the worst things she could've done. and of COURSE there was a sex joke shoehorned in; it wouldn't be a sparklecare original without it, right? not to mention how rushed it feels. -mod hemera UNI ABSOLUTELY WOULD NOT GUILTTRIP CAROLINE THE WAY SHE DID IN KISSWAS. YOU'D THINK FROM HER TIME WITH BARRY SHE'D START TO UNDERSTAND WHAT BOUNDARIES ARE BUT NNNNOOOO!!! "SORRY CAROLINE BUT I NEED TO DISRESPECT YOUR BOUNDARIES AND LET DOOM COME OVER ANYWAYS DESPITE BOTH OF YOU GUYS DISCOMFORT!!!" YOU SEE HOW MUCH OF A DICK MOVE THAT SOUNDS?? ALSO NO WAY IN HELL WAS CAROLINE IN LOVE WITH DOOM THIS ENTIRE FUCKING TIME SHE'D LITTERALLY BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF THEM BACK AT THE HOSPITAL!!! -🐁🩸

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Swapboys: Memory Block

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(AN: hello guys! While working on the next villain arc story (I’m so close omg) I finally got the epiphany to make this Drabble work! I’ve had it mostly written for months!! Finally, backstory for Bro and Alt! Who their parents and aunts are- and if you read the multiverse stories, why Alt and Bro couldn’t seem to remember things about seeing SCLERA before the main story! Plus, a cameo to a new swap versions of a few huffleverse characters! >:3c if you read the multiverse series this reveal has already come out so it’s about time I expanded on it huh? Anyways enough rambling, enjoy! Oh also, just a warning this will be using Alt's deadname and female pronouns for him for a bit cuz he was itty bitty here! But its not for the whole fic! :3)

Chase Brody was sticking to his Father’s side as they walked through the lab he worked in. It was the weekend but Chase’s parents pretty much lived at the lab. In fact, their apartment was upstairs. They moved here after Anthea started getting really sick because there was a hospital attached to the building too. So, when Chase didn’t have anywhere to go for the weekend, he accompanied his mother and father around the cool clinical space. 

After a bit of check ins where his Father was writing down notes and refilling important looking medicine tubes- Chase eventually reached out and tugged on his coat. 

“Dad?” He asked quietly. “…Can I see Anti today?” 

Dr. Brody was quiet for a second, almost seeming to ignore his son. But, eventually he looks down and his face softens slightly. He gets down to Chase’s level and smiles. “…remember Chase, Anthea is very sick… so we can’t stay for too long, okay?” 

Chase knew this. His parents told him over and over why Anti now was staying more often at the hospital. She had something called epilepsy… and it was making her really weak and she needed to be looked at by lots of doctors. But, dad recently had been saying she was starting to look a bit better! But… he’s said that before… and it would go back and forth… Chase just really really missed his little sister… 

“Okay,” Chase said sadly. “…I just… want to see her.” 

“We can see her. I’m sure she’ll be very happy to see us both.” Dr. Brody replied, patting Chase on the shoulder. He gently took his hand and headed down to the hospital part that was connected to the SCLERA headquarters. 

But, when they got there- Anthea wasn’t in her bed. Dr. Brody seemed distraught, grabbing the nearest nurse by the elbow. 

“Where is my daughter?!” He cried. 

The nurse flinched and looked at him with confusion. “D-Dr. Demerci said she was taking her to do some tests? Did she not tell you?” 

Dr. Brody shook his head and let the nurse go. “No uh… did Dr. Demerci say where she was taking her?” 

“Umm I think back towards SCLERA.” 

Dr. Brody pales and then quickly grabs Chase, hoisting him in his arms. Huh- Chase thought he was too big for that! They race back down to the SCLERA labs and rush to a part that dad says Chase isn’t allowed to go. 

They run through a couple sets of hallways, asking various workers where Dr. Demerci is and eventually end up in a cold room near the back of the section. 

Anthea is there, sitting on a hospital bed in her hospital gown, getting an injection from their mom, Dr. Demerci. Demerci blinks and then turns to look at Chase and Dr. Brody with a cold smile. 

“Oh Kieran and Chase! What a… surprise to see you here!” She says sweetly. 

Anthea blinks and tries to wave. Chase waves too, wanting to kick out of his dad’s arms to go see her. But, his dad holds onto him firmly. Almost like… he’s scared. 

“Jezebeth,” Dr. Brody says in a low voice, “Just what the hell are you doing?” 

Chase looks at his dad with confusion. Why does he… sound scared of Mum? 

Dr. Demerci makes an offended noise, holding a hand over her chest. “Kieran! I’m helping our daughter! Do you really think so little of me?” 

“She was getting help at the hospital! The VNS treatment was helping!” Dr. Brody shouts. 

Demerci laughs, “Maybe at first… the principle of that is sound. Make electric signals in the nerves to counteract the ones in the brain. But… I wanted to see if we could rely on more than just a machine!” She looks down at Anthea and pats her cheek before turning to look at Dr. Brody and Chase. 

“I’m sure you’re aware of this, my love. But your family has a bit of magic in its history, doesn’t it?” She smiles. “That’s easy enough to tap into! Anthea actually seemed to be developing something stronger… but her seizures were making her weak. So… I figured- why not kill two birds with one stone? Fuel the magic… stop the seizures.” 

Dr. Brody steps back, breathing heavily. “She’s a child, Jezebeth! She’s not even 4 yet! This is…. This is too much! Our daughter is not something you can treat like the other subjects! They... they consent to it! They’re not children!” 

Chase starts to feel tears in his eyes as he curls up against his Dad. Why is he yelling? Did Mum do something bad to Anti? 

“So you would have Anthea die then, Kieran?” Demerci says coldly. “She wasn’t getting better before I started to help.” 

“I-I don’t believe you- you’re insane! To do this to your own daughter- to our child!” Dr. Brody stammers. 

Demerci laughs and Chase can’t help but shake because… this woman wasn’t acting like his mum. She was scary right now… 

“Kieran, you’re so small minded! Not only have I cured Anthea- I’ve made her better than ever!” Demerci giggles with a mad look in her eyes. She looks down as Anthea and then gestures towards Dr.Brody and Chase, “Anthea, dear, why don’t you show Daddy and Chase your new trick?” 

Anthea blinks and then nods. “Okay mummy!” She jumps off the bed, already a miraculous feat for such a sick girl. Then she closes her eyes and holds out her palm. Green electricity starts to collect around her hand and then in a big ZIP it shoots across the space, hitting the wall with a loud bang. She smiles proudly at Chase and Dr. Brody. “Ta da!” There’s a slight ring of green that circled her pupils that quickly fades. 

Chase laughs, “Woah!! That’s so cool!” 

But, Dr. Brody looks absolutely horrified. 

Anthea deflates, stepping back, “..d..daddy?” 

“Jezebeth- what did you do?!” Kieran’s voice trembles out of his lips. 

“I made her better- in more ways than one.” Demerci says calmly. “And see? No more seizures.” 

“You’re sick- you’re fucking sick!” Kieran finally shouts, holding Chase closer to him. “I should have never left you alone with her- how could you?! I… I’m leaving! I’m taking Chase and Anthea and getting the hell away from you!” 

“What?” Chase gasps, tears in his eyes. 

Demerci’s eyes burn coldly and then she laughs. “You know you can’t do that, Kieran.” 

“I-I’ll find a way!” Dr. Brody emphasizes, “The head… they have to be against this!” 

“Oh no- I was approved ages ago.” Jezebeth says smugly. 

Dr. Brody’s stomach drops. He shakes his head, trying to take Chase out the doors but Chase throws a fit. “No no Dad! We’re not leaving!!” 

“I don’t think the head will be very happy to hear of your insubordination, Kieran…” Demerci coos tauntingly. “Didn't you hear what happens to the doctors that try to walk away from our projects?” 

“No…!” Dr. Brody chokes on a sob and crashes to his knees, hugging Chase close to him, even if his son wiggles in confusion. “No no! Why…? Why did you do this? To our family- did it all mean nothing to you?!” 

Demerci chuckles and goes to kneel down by Kieran, taking his chin in her fingers. She smiles lovingly, but they’re still that coldness behind her eyes. “…oh darling… you all mean so so much to me. Think of all we can learn… together!” 

Then she pulls something from her pocket and immediately jabs it into the side of Kieran’s neck. He gasps and then starts to sway, eventually falling bonelessly to the ground. Chase tries to get away and Jezebeth picks him up and then sets him down behind her. “Chase, love? Be a dear and go check on Anthea won’t you?” 

“O-Okay…” Chase says in a small voice. He runs over to his trembling sister in the corner and goes to scoop her up in a hug. “H-Hey Anti… are you okay?” 

Anthea is crying quietly, trying not to make a sound. “W-Why is daddy on the ground? Why didn’t he take us to leave??” 

“What?? Do you want to leave?” Chase whisper-shouts. 

Anthea is quiet for a second before she nods. “…mummy hurts me.” She whispers. “I-I can do that cool thing now but it hurted me… I dont wanna hurt anymore, Chase!” She sniffles. 

Chase looks at his mum’s back as she checks over their dad, half awake on the ground. 

“Why… didn’t you tell me or Dad, Anti?” Chase whispers. 

“…she told me not to tell. That I’d get daddy hurt.” She sobs. “I didn’t tell and he’s hurt! I don’t want t-this! I don’t want this anymore!!” Static electricity seems to build up in the air as Anthea clings to Chase and cries. “No more hospitals! No more needles! No more shocks! No more! No more! no more!!” 

“Anthea!” Demerci’s cold voice snaps out. 

Anthea immediately quiets, shutting her mouth and staring away from Demerci with wide eyes. She curls up more against Chase, trembling. 

Demerci has turned around, stepping towards the children as her heels click loudly on the tile. Chase used to love that sound- that sound meant his mum was home. That meant he’d get a hug and help with dinner and make her laugh. She hasn’t been the same since Anthea got sick- always away and working. And now… the noise that used to bring him so much joy only fills him with dread. 

“What did I say about making such a dreadful noise, dear?” Demerci hisses down at them. 

“I’m sorry-“ Anthea starts to say. 

Then, Chase pushes to be in front of her, pushing his little sister behind him. Even if his knees and arms are shaking. 

“Don’t-“ He breathes out, “Don’t hurt, Anti!” 

Demerci looks surprised. Then she chuckles. “oh... I do adore that nickname of yours, Chaser.” Then, her smile drops. “Step away from your sister, please.” 

“No!” Chase bites back. “No more! You’re not gonna hurt her anymore! I’m gonna protect her!” And as he says this- a bit of blue light seems to flicker in his eyes. 

Now, Demerci looks really surprised. She studies Chase and then kneels down to look at both of her children. Then, she grins. 

“Okay, Chase. If that’s the game you want to play… I don’t think I mind adding a new player~” 

Chase blinks, “A… game?” 

“Yes, a game! We’ve been playing a very fun game, haven't we, Anthea?” Demerci smiles, glancing at Anthea. 

The little girl flinches and then slowly nods. “Mhm…” 

“It’s a game that lets you win magic, Chase.” Demerci continues, smiling sweetly. A smile Chase deeply missed. “That’s what Anthea won! And if you play… you can get magic too. Magic to protect your sister and become big and strong! Would you like that, Chase? Don’t you wanna play with Mummy?” 

Chase hesitates, looking back at Kieran on the floor. “…will Dad get to play with us?” He asks quietly. 

“Oh yes, Darling. He’s just feeling a bit sleepy is all. But he’ll be back to play very soon!” 

“…o..okay.. I.. I wanna play. I want…!” Chase starts to sniffle and rubs at his eyes. “I-I want us to do t-things together again! I don’t want to leave! I don’t want Anti to be sick anymore! I wanna see Mummy more!! I wanna play games again!!” He cries. 

Demerci smiles and goes to pick up Chase and Anthea in her arms, shushing them softly. “Now now love… after today? We’ll be together all the time… we have so many new games to play. And me and Daddy will be right by you both!” 

“P-Promise?” Chase whimpers.

“Promise.” 

But… his mum had a very different meaning of the word ‘game’. Chase didn’t like this game… he didn’t like it one bit. 

——- 

Glowing hands get lifted away from Chase’s head as he lays on a small bed sleeping. Anti is curled up beside him, also fast asleep. 

They’re in a small but cozy witchy space. Bookshelves line one of the walls and two of the others are filled with hanging plants in various states of drying. Tables are filled with notes and open books, containing spells and spell circles. A small cot has been set up in the middle of the room for the boys to sleep on, and on chairs surrounding them sit four adults. Their dad, their aunt (who looks similar to their dad with slightly wavy, mousy brown hair) and her wife (a very pretty woman with fiery red hair) and the dark skinned woman with glowing hands, a magician. 

An image of what was just seen in Chase’s mind floats in a bubble of magic above his head- and the boys’ aunts stare at it with horrified expressions, while their dad, Kieran Brody, looks very numb. 

“…this is where you want to start the spell then, Keiran?” The magician asks. 

“Yes,” Kieran says immediately. 

The woman frowns, “That is… nearly a year of memory blocking-“ 

“I know,” Kieran says, his voice choked with emotion. “I just… I-I don’t know what else to do…! I-It’s a miracle I managed to escape with them… I don’t know how much longer it is until they find me… I can’t have them finding the boys… I-I don’t want them to live with the awful memories of what Jezebeth did to them!” 

“You’re not just hiding memories though,” One of the aunts says, the one with ginger hair. “You’re hiding that they’re magic!” 

“I-I know, Emmaline…” Kieran sighs, “But if word got out that they had powers…! It could lead Jezebeth straight to them!” 

“Withholding their magic could have dire consequences, Kieran,” The magician says darkly. “Magic must be used. It could overwhelm your children and make them very sick.” 

“I-I know that too, Kendra…” 

“And even if we hide such magic from them… they must be registered with the Circle,” Kendra continues. “The Magic Circle governs all magic users here. They are just like our government- and I refuse to make these two innocent children magic criminals by not having them registered.” 

This seems to give Kieran an idea. “… the Magic Circle. I… I’ve heard of them. They weren’t in America… If the boys are registered there… Can the Circle help keep them hidden from SCLERA?”

“…I suppose they could?” Kendra frowns, “but, Kieran-“

“I just… I want this memory spell sustained. I want their powers hidden… a-at least until they’re older.” He says quietly, “They wouldn’t be able to learn with the other magical kids- their magic is artificial! Eventually the teachers or the students will realize something is wrong and look into it and… I-I don’t want them being looked at like experiments or freaks!” Kieran cries, tears falling out his eyes. He hangs his head, hiccuping quietly. “I-I never wanted this for them…! I wanted them both to just live normal lives…! Or-or if my family’s magic got passed down… for them to learn the right way…!” 

The other three look at each other with worried eyes. 

Kieran’s sister goes to gently lay a hand on his shoulder. “Hey… they’ll be with us, Kier… we won’t let that happen.” 

Kieran looks up and gives her a small smile, squeezing her hand, “I know, Isla… you’re already doing amazing with them.. you’re going to take such good care of them…” 

Isla smiles sadly, hating hearing her brother talk about this like he’s already gone. But… she’s been told the risks…

If SCLERA finds him… he won’t see the boys again. 

Kendra sighs, “alright, I can see where your concerns are… but this is very tricky. Even if their magic is artificial, as far as I can tell, their bodies still react to it as if it was natural. So it might still overflow… what would you like me to do?” 

Kieran nods, “we found the same in our studies… I don’t think Chase is much at risk… he seems to be able to channel his magic into parts of his body and use it for bursts of strength and speed. Maybe… see if he can take up some sports?” He laughs, shaking his head. Then, he looks down at Anti and frowns, pushing hair out of his face. 

“It’s… Anti I’m most worried about… he was already so sickly… and he gained so much power so quickly… I-It’s so much in such a tiny body…” he says quietly, eyes filled with concern.

“…if you want to keep it hidden while they’re kids… maybe we can tell them when they’re older?” Emmaline suggests. 

“Mmm…that could work…” Kieran muses, “Kendra… is there any way for you to just… siphon off excess magic if Anti gets sick?” 

“Well… they will need to come see me here and there for me to check on the memory spell…” Kendra says. “So… I suppose it’s not out of the question.” 

“How long should we wait?” Isla asks. 

“…until it seems like Anti or Chase can’t hide it themselves anymore,” Kieran says. “Or… when Anti is 16. I think… they should be able to understand it then… e-even if I’m not there to…” he cuts himself off, tears brimming in his eyes again. 

Isla goes to rub his shoulder again, tears threatening to spill in her eyes too, “Don’t, kier… please.” 

Kieran nods. “I-If we do that… t-they should be safe. I’ve already moved them to another country… deleted what records I could… they won’t think that I will have gone here… Jezebeth thinks I’m still estranged from my family.” 

Isla snorts, crossing her arms. “And you were before all of this … for marrying that witch.” She mumbles. “I always knew there was something off about her…”  

Kieran sighs, “You were right, Isla… all of you were right. She… blinded me with her brilliance and… she was a f-fantastic mum for a while…” He shakes his head, “well… at least there’s two good things that came from marrying her.” He looks down at Chase and Anti smiling tightly. “I just wish… I-I protected them more…”

“You did all you could, Kieran,” Emmaline says quietly. “It’s not like that bitch made it easy for you… she tricked you and- t-that mind contr-“

“Let’s not talk about that… p-please,” Kieran interrupts, shuddering. 

“The Circle will keep their records safe from prying eyes,” Kendra assures him. “I will… talk to one of the Associates since this is a special case.” 

“Thank you, Magi Danan,” Isla nods. 

 “Isla, you don’t need to be so formal with me!” Kendra laughs, “I am… more than happy to help the family of my best friend.” 

“Ha! I only just married into this crazy family less than a year ago!” Emmaline giggles.

“You don’t regret it, do you, Emmy?” Isla turns to ask her wife. 

Emmy smiles and shakes her head. “Not at all. I promised to be by your side for anything! Even… adopting our nephews because their psycho mom experimented on them!” 

Isla covers up a laugh. “You don’t have to say it so bluntly!” 

Kieran smiles sadly and goes to pull Isla in to kiss her head. “…you picked a really good one, sister…” Isla blushes a bit and pushes him off. “You don’t need to tell me! I married her!” 

Kendra laughs. “Alright… I have a lot of work to do now to get these memories blocked… Kieran, is there any memory you don’t want erased?” 

Kieran blinks and then thinks for a minute. “Oh actually yes! Chase told me about… a conversation him and Anti had… when Anti asked to be called a boy…” 

“Hm… let me see…” Kendra goes to put her hands back on Chase’s temples and starts to flip through his memories once more….

———

After one long day of tests, Chase was led back into his lab room and he was exhausted. He climbed onto his bed and laid against the wall, letting the cool metal relax him. He missed his old room… all his clothes and blankets and toys. Mum said he and Anti would only get those if they were good. There were a few blankets on their beds that were soft and smelled like home. But that just made Chase sad… no toys yet either. Sometimes… they’d get a ball though. But not today, so he waited with his eyes closed until Anti came back. She quickly climbed onto the bed next to Chase and held his arm, curling up next to him. Chase just held her tight and they rested in silence. 

Until… “Chase can I ask you something?” Anti asks in a quiet voice. 

Chase blinks open his eyes and smiles down at his sister. “Yeah? What’s up?” 

Anti curls up more and clings to Chase’s arm. “Can you… can you treat me like a boy…?” 

Chase blinks, “what? What do you mean?” 

Tiny tears were filling up Anti’s eyes, “I don’t like being a girl. It feels wrong. I don’t think I am one…! I-I think I just got put in the wrong body…” 

“Well… how does it feel wrong…?” Chase asks curiously. 

“I don’t like when mummy calls me her little girl.” Anti whimpers out, “it makes me angry. And I don’t like my name… but you j-just call me Anti and…I-I like that…” Anti lifts up her face and looks at Chase with tearful eyes, “s-so can… can you help me feel like a boy..? C-Call me he and stuff- say I’m your brother, not your sister…?” 

Chase can see the desperation in Anti’s face and he doesn’t even hesitate, bringing Anti in close. “Of course! Whatever makes you happy, Anti…” Anti smiles and hugs Chase tight. 

Chase then pulls back and grins, tugging Anti to his side and tickling the younger sibling. “Besides- as much as I loved having a sister, I’ve always wanted a brother! And I’ll love you no matter what, Anti!” 

Anti has more tears in his eyes but he smiles and nods, looking happier than he has in a while. “Thank you, Chase…!”  

—————

Kendra pulls her hands back once again and the adults watching the memory bubble all have wet eyes, brimming with tears. 

Kieran wipes at his eyes. “…I-I’d like to keep that one please… maybe you can… m-modify it so they’re in Chase’s room?” 

“Yes… I’ll see what I can do.” Kendra nods.

“I remember being so confused when Chase was telling us Anti was a boy,” Isla shakes her head, “Because I only knew you had a baby girl named Anthea…” 

“It suits him better,” Kieran smiles down at his children. “…my two strong sons…” He leans over and kisses both of them on the forehead. The boys seem to smile in their sleep.

“If that is all, I think it is best you all leave for now,” Kendra says. “This will take the rest of the night at least… I will call you when I’m finished.” 

“Right… Thank you, Kendra… for everything.” Kieran says as the three other adults stand to leave. 

“Of course, I’m glad I can help. I will see you all in the morning.” Kendra smiles. 

The Brodys all walk out into the afternoon sun and get back in their car to drive to Isla’s and Emmy’s home, where Kieran was staying with the boys. The drive was quiet… until eventually Isla spoke up, looking at Kieran through the rear view window. 

“Kier… I know you said Jezebeth might not check where we live… but… what if someone else at SCLERA makes the connection and comes to check? …what will you do?”

Kieran’s expression drops to something withdrawn and sorrowful. “…I have a plan…” he says gravely, avoiding her gaze as he looks out the window at the passing Irish countryside, “…no matter what happens… they won’t find the boys. I’ll make sure of it.” 

[astroismypassion]

Hey, I need to know your opinion here. It's totally fine if you don't wanna but just read maybe you'll enjoy 🤣

My moon and venus is in his 8h and my sun in his 7h; his sun is in my 8h, his moon is in my 9h and his venus in my 7h.

Sometimes I feel very overwhelmed— like why are you so obsessed with me?🤡 like what does he even sees in me??

He constantly tells me that he would leave his family if they tried to stop us being together (I'm assamese and he's a nepali— different tribes also his family knows about us but mine doesn't cuz they are strict asf)

I will not lie, at first I totally ignored him (for 2 year💀 kinda on and off contact- we were classmates) but there was something about him that kept pulling me towards him like crazy istg

He can't express very well nor can I wait he's actually better at expressing his feelings compared to me.

He's lost his v card and I have not. For me, my v card needs to go to someone who is gonna be my permanent not 'maybe/temporary'— he thinks otherwise. So different values and morals.

He constantly spends money and have to keep reminding him to be more strict with his finances (this one irks me so bad)

He gets jealous so fcking easily— like I do too but I try to rationalize my feelings and tell myself that "no they're are just friends, he can have friends okayyy!!" I try to control my possesiveness but no he doesn't.

This is actually my first serious relationship. I'm scared that I will lose my v card to him— no bad if we are the end game but if not then i don't wanna give other than my future hubby TT

I'm scared to commit with him bcs in his past he played around with different girls (NO I'M NOT A 'I CAN FIX HIM' ENERGY 😭) but he claims that I'm the first girl he wants to be with and commit too (his sister told me that he never cried for any girl in his past except for one but that was long ago and now he cries for me bcs I don't trust him) yesterday he told me that "you are making me crazy— are you having fun by having a guy run behind you like a dog??" I was speechless. He was drunk btw he called an hour ago apologizing (he doesn't remember anything he apologized cus his roommates kept scaring him that he told me shit) we haven't talked after that tho

Like always it's an on and off connection.

Okay there's so many things I wanna spill but I'll stop here. Thank you for reading, I hope you had fun my reading my tea lol 😹 anyways

Byeeee<333

Hi!

Hm, lots of complex questions these days in my mailbox. No, but it's alright. I understand the 8th house synastry desire to vent haha. Honestly, so much is to be said, when you are in an 8th house connection.

Definitely don't rush losing v card with the said person. You sound indecisive, which often leads to a "no". Remember that when you are unclear, confused or unsure about something, it's because it's probably a "no". I think that 8th house connections (especially with Sun in the 8th or Mercury in the 8th overlay) are not really worth losing your v card, if you are not beforehand in a committed, mutual partnership with this person. Otherwise, it's just regret and kind of feeling present you would wish to wait it out for someone that you truly have a mutual respect of boundaries in the connection with. If this has not been discussed and establish beforehand, I advise to not engage in any type of sexual activity. Sex might overly complicate already complex situation and when it's sex and feelings involved, the confusion is even stronger after. Don't think that by having sex this will give you more clarity. Try to simplify things for yourself and not overly complicate them, mutual respect is very important.

[awaitingfall]

11.18.24

139.2

Was expecting it to be a little higher, thankfully it’s not. E and I went on a walk yesterday and it helped me reach my 10,000 step goal. Also felt good getting some fresh air and it was a nice peaceful walk 😌

I’m going to walk on the elliptical again tonight to try and keep my steps up during the work week. E and I are excited about the house because we’ll have a nice safe neighborhood to finally be able to take morning and evening walks together. I never felt comfortable walking around the apartment complex cuz there’s so many obnoxious people. Just doesn’t feel safe or enjoyable.

Good news for today, though, I got to walk around the campus to do the outside mail run because the girl that normally does it is out again today so I got to do it instead. I’m only at about 3.2k steps so far today. Usually I rush the mail run cuz I’m so used to fast walking when I have tasks to get done - I feel like I’m being timed. But today I took my time and walked slowly and enjoyed the peacefulness and nice weather outside. Towards the end of the walk, I sat down by the river with the mail cart and just chilled. It felt nice and my body feels a little more relaxed than it did this morning. I think I’m so used to rushing in the morning to get ready, that I don’t give myself a second to just breathe and start the day off calm.

I just need to chill out more.

I was actually getting a little worried that my boss would be walking around campus and see me just sitting there enjoying a few minutes of quietness while on company time and I started overthinking about what I would say if he got upset - and I thought about how I would’ve just said that I really prioritize myself above anything and I’m just taking a breather cuz I’m not feeling 100% today and could use the fresh air and sunlight. And immediately after I thought that I felt relief throughout my whole body because it’s true and I deserve to take a break outside since I’m stuck in an artificially lit basement office all day. And if he doesn’t understand that then that’s too bad and I can find somewhere else to work where they value their employee’s physical and mental health.

- - -

My apartment complex just sent us the documents to sign for move-out and we decided our last day there will be 12/31. So we will literally be starting the new year with our new house 🥹 I’m so excited! We’re closing on the 26th this month and that weekend we’ll be working on painting the walls, then the following weekend we’ll be working on sanding and staining the floors. During that time we just need to schedule the radon guys, the gutter guys, and the water softener guys to come in and install everything. We’ve already started packing stuff up at the apartment and will hopefully be fully moved in by the 2nd-3rd week of December.

We’re going to have to be very careful with our cat when we’re moving though, cuz we were talking with our apartment neighbor yesterday and had our door wide open and our cat didn’t seem interested. I picked her up and showed her to the neighbor and she was a little curious but she stayed inside. Then as soon as E turned his back she BOLTED out the door. Thankfully he caught her stinky little butt as she was trying to slither away to catch some birds that had flown by 😤 that’s the last thing we need to happen right now.

[kaynon]

Firstly, when you get this, you have to answer with 5 things you like about yourself, publicly. Then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool) 💗

It's kind of funny I get this today, cuz I've just turned 20 and I'm genuinely proud of myself for making it another year and in a general upswing at that. Thank you for sending me this ask :)

1) I'm a good person, this is important to me because whenever I'm having bad anxiety/depression my brain tries to convince me otherwise (even though it's not true). There was this time I was in New Orleans with my Dad & youngest brother, we were going to Audubon Aquarium but I wanted to bring a sketchbook so we went to a Walmart. Except I had routed us to a Walmart in a dangerous part of town so my Dad wanted to get in and out as quickly as possible. We were rushing past this older man and his kid/grandkid who was in one of the electric carts and I didn't want to cut right in front of him (like my Dad had just done) and also didn't want to lose my Dad (it was very busy) so I cut to the other side and accidentally knocked some clothes over. I felt really embarrassed to have to now hold the man up but I apologized to him and hung the clothes back up. He ended up getting in line behind my Dad and was like 'you've raised really good kids' and talked to him about how my youngest brother has said excuse me when darting in front of him with my Dad and how I had cleaned up after myself and he doesn't always see that with other kids. I swear not every bullet point will be this long, but this is a good reminder for myself so, yeah, good person

2) seeing as this is going up on my art blog, it might be weird to not mention that I like how creative I am! I have tried a bunch of different art things, am a video editor, a writer, I enjoy photography and am not half bad at design, I will learn the bass guitar someday (I've been learning it for four years now :), and so on. Being creative is one of my favorite things to do and be

3) if I care about you then I will do what I can to help and be there. This was kind of instilled in me by family, as they say 'no matter what you've done we will try to help,' or what I hear more often is 'just give us a call if you need anything' but I know it's true for me too. When I was living with my Dad I wasn't allowed to have people over if he wasn't home but there was a time when my best friend had messaged her group chat that she needed someone and was worried about being alone and immediately I told her she could come to my house and she did and I comforted her until she felt better. And my Dad never found out but I wouldn't feel bad if he ever did because I was just doing what I could for a friend

4) speaking of I'm also very protective of the people I care about, I've got a lot of brothers and friends I worry about. This can be a bad thing sometimes cuz it also means I tend towards suspicion at times, but I still like it about myself.

5) I think I make people feel invited and involved. I pay attention when someone is talking and try not to let others talk over them. I'll invite people to go to things with me (when I am going to things anyways). Even when I don't know a person super well or don't necessarily like them I try to make them feel welcome cuz I don't want anyone to feel ignored around me

I don't know that I have 10 followers! But I'll find people to send this to, thank you again for sending it to me :D

[eevee1230]

summery: A forbidden child born of the sea A legacy born of falling stars and daughter of dreams Two friends who have different fates ahead of themselves but with help from their friends they will certainly get by Follow this ensemble cast of friends as they make it through their first adventure together and become close together Tw: language, slightly rushed subplots

{follows the first PJO book: The Lighting Thief}

Jackson Hall- The main male character who start a bit naive to the whole new world of his. Navigating it as he watches out for friends and enemies at every twist and turn

Tsukihana ‘Hana’ Morioka- The main female character who is an idealistic young woman at heart but in that sense she can miss the things in front of her

Despite her in her own head personality she is very observant even if she doesn’t catch on right away

Xander Morioka- A super smart guy who can be a bit stubborn but at the end of the day is a very good friend when you need him

He is also very observant and hardheaded at times and can also be a bit cunning and calculating when the situation demands it

Jade Vannavel- The resident voice of reason and emotional intelligence to her friends out.

She can be sensitive and empathetic to everyone’s problems and doesn’t mind listening and giving some advice back on the matter

Mia Vanderlin- A curious and adventurous girl who portrays herself tough on the outside but for those who succeed they with find a very protective, kind, motherly and caring side to her

here is a preview at my fic

 Chapter 1: There is a camp       It was a summer afternoon and three people that looked to be in their later teen years were sitting outside a Starbucks and chatting it up with one another. 

"So, Jackson, what are you going to do for the summer?" The raven-haired girl asks her friend

"Heading out towards the bay. Been stuck on the land way too long." Her friend, Jackson answers, smoothing back his jet-black hair with his hand as he replied, "You guys?" He then asked

"Kasan is taking us to our grandmother's. She owns an Observatory up in the mountains.” She let out a small, repressed squeal “I just Adore the stars and all their patterns. So many fun stories you can have." The female let out a small, dreamy sigh, closing her cloudy lavender eyes fondly

"You were always into the sky, Hana." Jackson replied with a bit of chuckle in his tone then turned to a blond guy who had starkly grey eyes and asked "X, what about you?"

"Same." The blonde male answers "Its sorta a family trip. We sorta own it even tho it’s overlooked by a-“ he was cut off by a pointed stare from Hana

“By a what X?”

“Uh, never mind, basically long story short our family owns the observatory property outside of town” he swiftly replies “Plus, it gives me a chance to see my favorite Cuz before I head to college" He grinned and swung an arm around Hana

"Egghead" Hana muttered wearing a grin of her own 

"You know it's true" he counters

"I'm your only cuz Xan." she retorts "Hey, get that arm out of my face or I'll bite it" Hana swatted his hand away playfully while giggling and rolling her eyes. "So what coast are you going to then?" Hana directed her attention back at her friend and asked Jackson "East or West? Is there even a difference in which you go? They are both bodies of water, right?"

"Heading out East,” Jackson answers “and yes the marine life is way better in the East. Much more prehistoric the farther you get."

"Interesting" Xander mused, he had an analytical look on his face "...Well I hope you have fun my friend" he grinned nonchalantly 

"I mean to be honest; I'm just surprised that I made it through the whole school year." Jackson confessed "Hate being confined down"

Hana let out a small laugh "Yeah, you're free as a horse sometimes, no one can tell you what to do.”

"Well, it would be fitting" Xander comments "A horse in spirit animal sense does mean freedom all above else and I'd say Jackson here is a rebel at heart, to be free from the reigns of society"

"I totally agree" Hana nods "Also sailing, sounds interesting but a bit tedious"

"Whatever, it's where I feel the calmest" Jackson retorts

"Whatever makes you happy right," the ravenette girl shrugs "I'm not judging"

"Heading out in a couple of days, when are you heading out?" he asks the pair of cousins 

"July 1st" Xander answers "it's for the 4th of July trip, Grandmother has something special planned for that, so we can't wait to see," he said with a hint of eagerness in his tone

"We're staying there until the end of the lunar festival" Hana adds "We are working on a project as well. I would tell you but now's not the right time" she winks

"Alright, well I've got to head out, checking out. Wait hold on. What the hell is that?" Jackson's eyes widen as he points to something or someone behind the two

"What?" the two cousins said at the same time, turning their heads 

"Uh, do you remember Kasan saying something about a bipedal goat guy before?" Hana questioned

"Satyr; And no." Xander shook his head "At least in this context. I thought they were supposed to be...wild" he replied equally as confused

'Shit, shit, I've seen these things before. But why now? Means that they're close' Jackson forebodingly thought to himself "Well it's been fun, but I need to leave. LIKE NOW!" Jackson says trying to make a hasty escape 

"Where are you going you cowardly baka!" Hana calls out a bit annoyed and disappointed at her friend's meek and cowering actions 

"Just away from here." Jackson answers back in a ‘don’t you know’ tone

"No, don't run! I'm not going to hurt you guys" the satyr said, trying his best to placate the matter

"What the hell are you talking about?" Jackson questions, still in a state of shock. His eyes look like they are about to pop 

"Come any closer and I'll pepper spray you, creeper.” Hana threatens, wiping out a small pepper spray bottle "Were you stalking us? Weido." she shakes her head

"I was sent to find you Jack. Hell, been trying for months, but every time I get close you three just leave." The satyr explains

Xander had an expression that he was ready to fight, but also in a deep pensive analysis of the situation

"My name's Connor." The satyr introduces "I'm a satyr sent to find demigods and bring them to camp."

'demigods?'

'camp?'

'what's going on?'

"You are not safe here." the satyr, Connor warns urgently 

"The hell do you mean we are not safe? What's going on?!" Jackson exclaims 

"Xan, what do you think? Do you think this guy is telling the truth?" Hana asks looking at her pensive cousin "If not then I'm ready to pepper spray him and dislocate his arm if not then" Conner winced at her threat a bit “but hey, if not, satyrs aren’t the worst way to uhm…”

"That is, speaking if he is or was mortal" Hana's blond-headed cousin replied, "Tho a satyr wouldn't be that hard to disarm I'd as well imagine." 

"Jackson, look at yourself. You were ready to run the second you saw me, worried that I might bring them back." Conner argued 

Xander and Hana gave each other knowing glances, questioning what the goat boy was referring to

"How… how the hell did you know?" Jackson retorts back at the satyr. The atmosphere grew a bit thicker from the tension going around

"Jackson, look at me!" conner exclaims, grabbing the dark-haired man's attention "I'm half-goat man, I come from a place where we deal with this voodoo stuff a lot." he tries to calm the frantic male down before he has an existential crisis. Tho, maybe he was a bit too late on the whole crisis thing "I know why you're worried, that's why I was sent to get you. You’re in serious danger."

"What camp? And why do you need me?" Jackson asks "And what about the other two?" They glance over at the other teens who were conversing in Japanese to hopefully keep their conversation a bit more private from the strange satyr

"So, we're just going to trust him or what?"

"I say yes but with caution."

"Damn you Xan" Hana hissed

"We'll ask our parents when we'll get the chance, how bout?" The blonde suggests

"Whatever,” she crossed her arms “I trust your call, just hopefully don't be wrong."

"Listen, how much do you three know about the Greek Mythos?" Connor asks

"Our parents told us to tell a few to us as bedtime stories" Xander answers

"Then when we made 15 years old our parents told us a bit more, like how the magical world existed" Hana adds 

'And something about being demigods and legacies. But demigods of whom? they still won't say.'

"But we never heard of this camp" Xander replied, shaking his head

"But there were no monsters or goat people in the fine print" Hana retorts with her hands on her hips

"Satyr, not goat men" Connor corrected 

"Same thing, you're still half goat either way." She retorts in a sassy tone

"And where it gets hard to believe is that it's not a myth, it's real, and I was sent here since you three are the children of Greek gods" he continued

Hana had an exasperated and deadpanned expression “so you come and show up out of nowhere, claim it’s for our ‘safety’ or whatever. This magical camp. And now have us drop whatever we are doing to go follow some strange goat into the woods” she chided, with each word getting close to Connor’s face “hey let’s just throw a gingerbread house in and call it a day” she adds sarcastically

“Hana, I think he’s right." Jackson said grabbing the ravenette's attention by putting a hand on her shoulder, she pulls back from the slightly terrified satyr "There’s been something that I’ve been hiding. From the both of you.” Jackson spoke up with a small sigh

“And what’s that?” They both glance back, Xander with his analytical glance and Hana with her tired yet exasperated look in her eyes “What is it?” They ask again

“Something your hiding?” Hana, curiously tilts her head, raising her brows a bit 

“We’re your friends, we’ll understand” Xander smiles reassuringly 

“When he said I’ll bring them back. He’s not kidding. I didn’t want to say anything, but I believe we are not safe here. There are these creatures that have been stocking me for the better side of a year now. I just didn’t want to say anything but the satyrs right? We need to leave.” Jackson confessed 

the two exchanged glances as if they knew what the other thought, which was very similar 'He is one of us'

“And where is he leading us too, huh?” Hana chided sending a distrustful glare at Connor 

“Sorry she gets fussy when she doesn’t get to finish her cup of morning substitutes” Xander apologizes Even though he knew that was a bald-faced lie. He can't say he trusts this strange satyr 100% either, he just met him after all

“It’s called camp half-blood.” Connor answers the demigoddess “It’s not that far actually. But we need to head out fast. We got company.”

 To Jackson’s horror, it was the same creature that had been chasing him for a year now. Some kind of haft man haft bull thing. The only issue, it found him.

‘Pasiphae‘s son, the Minotaur? But how?’ Xander thought

‘This would be a really good topic to bring up at the next family gathering for sure’ Hana mused 'Oh hey we almost got killed by the fricking minotaur'

“…NANI!...But how did an ancient Minotaur find a high school student?” Xander exclaimed 

“More interesting question why is Pasiphae’s son even after Jackson?” Hana adds on

“Good questions, another question: WHY AREN’T WE RUNNING!? Goat man fucking get us out of here!” Jackson asks the loudest

“Alright, this way.” Connor motions for them to follow “I know this forest better than that thing does.” The group of four dashes into the forest with the best right on their tails 

        Soon the team ran into the forest only for the beast to continue the chase 

“Ahh, I’m running out of caffeine and fumes to run!” Complained Hana as she swung herself down from the trees to the level of the other, she was lagging behind a bit out of curiosity as she counted each boom of thunder and rumble of hooves “I dang it I shouldn’t have ditched out in gym”

“Anything else?” Xander says glancing up at her. Hana sharply sighed and sent a suggestive gesture with her fingers to the blond, and he just shook his head.

They felt a rumbling and a low growl of the best not far from them. ”The beast is persistent; I’ll give them that.” Hana replied with a small shrug

"We can't just keep running" he argued 

"It's already almost sunset"

"How can you tell? It has been cloudy all afternoon?"

” I… I don’t know, I just have this feeling. I mean look the sky is getting darker, so what else could It be.”

However, Hana was wrong. Yes, the sky was darkening, but not due to the falling sun. It was the sky getting ready to cry. Rainfall began to pour, drenching the forest and everything stuck in there.

This did not affect the creature, as its rage caused the drops to boil off his horns the second the water hit them. Connor, Hana, and Xan kept running with the satyr as they attempted to lose this monster.

The only person that felt any kind of change, was Jackson. Instead of dread and fear running through him. It was replaced with anger and power. The bravest, strong, and instinctive he has felt in months. Without saying a word to the group. He ran in a different direction, a patch that had an open in the tree. Where the sky was free.

The creature saw this and abandoned the other three since Jackson was the one he was looking for. Running through and tracking this kid down, he eventually stop and saw him, all alone with no one around.

“I’m done running. Come and get me.” Jackson said 

what comes next, is hard to explain.

 Connor, Hana, and Xan stopped running after they saw they were no longer being chased. Confused and scared, they huddle down for a second before hearing a sharp cry in the forest. The only thing, it wasn’t quite human. Scared that it got Jackson, they ran to where they heard the cry, only to see… the monster dead. 

Horn ripped out, cut badly, and stabbed through the center, with a pissed-off Jackson standing on top, not saying a word

“Jackson. Jack, How, how the hell did you–What happened? You… you still with us buddy, say something.”

Connor stuttered, lost for words, the others just stood there in place at the sight. The group saw Jackson standing over the dead creature's body slowly turning into golden powder and Jackson was about to pass out.

They had eyes the size of disc plates at the sight of their friend. Standing over the creature that had been chasing them through the woods.

Before they knew what happened though. Jackson passes out and fell in front of the group.

“JACKSON! Oh my…um, did he...is he dead?!” Hana asked 

“No, he’s not dead, he is breathing but he’s hurt bad. We need to hurry. Get him out of here fast” Connor said

”Xan, can you, can you please carry him, we need to hurry.” she said helping Jackson onto Xander’s back"

“Does your camp have first aid?” Xander muttered, securing Jackson’s weight on his back 

“No, we got something better, a god.”

“I swear that Baka will get himself killed one day” Hana sighed as she and Xander followed the satyr to camp

“I just wanna know how the hell he killed the Minotaur that fast. And no training or weapons nonetheless” Connor says, still a bit perplexed 

“Wild child” Xander shrugged 

“He’s a baka. That’s all I’ll say” Hana retorts with a huff

[lucysarah-c]

Okay okay

I like your opinions really but

To me really if someone cheated on me that is it , that ends the relationship , I mean what Erwin expect ? They coudle? . I really hated how Erwin treated her before even the incident. He was manipulating here, it's like she is always here and listen to me and love me , I don't need to do anything for her .

I don't know I think Erwin should really know that the moment he kissed Marie he ended his relationship with twiggy . What happened with levi , I'm not saying that's right, it's wrong but for a whole different reason, they shouldn't rush that's all , she was hurt . Not because that's cheating really , you know friends? I don't know if you know it but in this show Rachel and ross were the main couple and they had a break from their relationship , so Ross get drunk and sleep with someone else. Is it wrong? Yep ? Did he cheat? No , he didn't . The same here it wasn't cheating simply, it wasn't right

So nana ,I personally loved nifa more , nothing against nana it's just she shouldn't really judge people , friends protect eachother yeah but they support eachother. I think she wasn't that fair towards her or levi really but my favourite friend is linda , she is Queen she THE QUEEN

And twiggy okkay I agree with everything you said but I go easier on her cuz she's just young, and she is trying too much to make people acknowledge her , she is sad but I can really relate

Erwin, I don't know he is Cool but I like seeing people like him suffering, am i evil 🙈? Maybe but yeah I like it lol

Levi ,

Nothing, he is my man, my babe , my love, YOU ARE DOING GREAT MY LOVE KEEP GOING ** CHEERS CHEERS

Hi sweetie! It's great to see you around here again!

I completely understand your point. I've never watched Friends, but I have a general context, haha. However, I truly get what you mean! I always think that HG is a "POVs story," where almost everything is very "grey," depending a lot on how the character sees the events unfold. Like, haha, Levi has a much less "grey POV" about his actions. In my mind, Levi thought that the moment Erwin didn't prioritize Twiggy's safety, she was single for him. He could have "understood" a lot of stuff—each couple is a world of its own, and so on—but for him, the safety of those he loves is "above" any other nicety.

So in Levi's eyes, the relationship basically didn't exist even before the cheating, lmao. He says it in his first POV, "if he wasn't scared of losing her, then she wasn't important to him. That relationship was doomed even before I showed up."

If you ask me, the relationship would have been over for me the moment you introduced me as your assistant, LMAO. In that second, I'm picking up my stuff and telling you we are done.

OMG, I'm so happy you like Linda! Writing Linda is my favorite. She's such a badass. The mere mental image of her seeing Marie coming inside the hospital and running through people in high heels to listen to the doctor's appointment is so professionally wrong but iconic. I think Levi and Linda have a very weird relationship because both are extremely honest and fearless, but Linda has a way less charitable character. She lacks a lot of social awareness. Levi's favorite friend of Twiggy is Nifa, and it's clearly seen, but he can't help but chuckle sometimes with Linda. That girl is wild, and Levi kinda enjoys her comments. I imagine her saying, "No, I don't go to church, dear. You have to kneel to pray, and I don't kneel to anyone, not even to give a blowjob." and Levi can't help but chuckle. The girl has more guts than the entire MP formation together, and Levi supports that. Plus, Linda never fails to deliver the juiciest gossip from MPs, and how could Levi not love that?

But Linda does certain things just to bother Levi, like giving him one kiss on each cheek each time they meet, staining with lipstick because he hates it. Linda is that friend who would get 100% canceled on Twitter if people heard what she says, but she's also that friend who's got your back even if you murdered someone.

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OKAY. i do not know if any of these would scratch the prompt itch. but if any of them doooo, "i hope hell is nice and warm when we get there." or perhaps "you’re all i need right now." (and omg no pressure to do either and definitely no pressure to do both i just wanted a backup)

aw thank you!! I appreciate this <3 (Also, hilariously, the latter prompt is the one my partner originally requested so it must be fate's design. ;) or just a good prompt). I did both! The first bit is with my Courier, Sunny, and than the other prompt is for Amy <3. Sorry if there’s mistakes, I’ll fix them in the morning, but this was always meant to be quick little drabbles for fun.

Context: Half Pint & Sunny are both the “Courier”, but for intents and purposes Half Pint is the Courier Six. Sunny just stole her half of the title and it stuck. This beat of the story takes place in 2282 towards the end of the war and after the two of them visit the Divide.

"i hope hell is nice and warm when we get there." 

"Y’know, I hope hell is nice and warm when we get there."

Half Pint didn’t stir at all in response. They were curled up like an armadillo, their face turned away from Sunshine. That was fine, she knew they weren’t sleeping.

Sunshine continued on, “I was just thinking, right, that it’d really suck if it was cold down there. Like it gets really cold at night here, but if Hell is like underground or something, whatever Arcade said about that book...”

She paused, and when nothing came: “I figure that it’s gotta be the same type of weather all the time, right, since there’s no sun or moon. Cuz it’s underground. And like, okay, do I really believe I’m going to Hell? No, course not. I don’t think there’s some weird never-ending cave where all the bad people go to live after the die, but if there was I’d want it to be hot. I can deal with that. I can’t deal with the cold.”

She paused again, and when they still didn’t respond she folded her hands behind her head and got ready for a long night of staring at stars. She continued on like this for a while, and at some point she stopped paying attention to what was actually coming out of her mouth. It wasn’t really the point anyway.

It’d been three days since they’d left the Divide, and it’d been three days of roughing it out in the Mojave. Wandering where ever their feet had taken them, and doing little jobs here and there where they cropped up. Yeah, yeah, there was a war that needed to be won and all that, but after what the two of them did she had a pretty good feeling that they had a little more time.

She wondered how long it was going to take ED-E to get to Navarro, and if he was going to be safe along the way. From what Half Pint had said it was NCR territory, and everything she knew about the NCR and the Enclave (which was really very little) told her that they didn’t get along. But ED-E was tougher now, smarter, and she felt like this time it’d be okay. There was a few things more important than the odd rouge eye bot.

Sunshine knew that Half Pint was going to be okay too, but she needed to give them a little helping hand. They hadn’t actually been leading the way this time around. Rather, they were just following her. If she’d gone back to the Lucky 38 they would probably follow after, but there was something nagging at her. It wasn’t time yet.

That was fine. She wasn’t in any rush.

Her chatter filled the open air for a long time, but they did pipe up. Their voice was more like a hoarse croak than the biting sass Sunny was used to, but it wasn’t all gone.

“Dante’s Inferno.”

“Who the fuck’s what now?”

“It’s the name of the book. Arcade said that the devil’s balls are frozen. In the last layer. Gay people get sent to the one with hot sand.”

“Fuck yes. Now that’s what I’m talking about. That sounds like a nice day at the beach to me.”

Half Pint spoke up again, “I guess we’re both going there.” It was more bitter and self-loathing than Sunny preferred, but it wasn’t really up to her to poke at that.

“Eh, can’t be any worse than anywhere we’ve already been, and besides, we’ll be together. No way in hell you’re any worse off than me. I mean, come on, they’re gonna have a field day with all the shit I’ve done.”

They laughed, barely audible, but they laughed and finally they turned over to see her, “Yeah, together.”

“Together.”

Author’s Note: Fun fact, Sunny’s line about “a nice day on the beach” actually comes from one of my HS teachers who subbed one of my Dante’s Inferno classes.

"you're all i need right now"

tw: amy has a anxiety attack, but I try not to focus on the why or the fullness of what that is in this moment. move pretty quickly on to her getting the comfort portion. Welcome to world’s quickest anxiety attack ever.

Amy knew, in a sense, how to deal with a panic attack. Leo had been diagnosed with VDS at a pretty young age after his first anxiety attack, and so James had taught her how to recognize the signs, how to support someone through it, and that even though Leo was sensitive it would make him feel worse if everyone treated him like he was on the verge of one constantly. She had to talk him through several over the years, and through very many many more after they got out of the vault. As her throat seized up, her perception of the world became tuned out, and breathing got so so hard, she wondered if anyone around him now knew how to help him.

There it was again. That feeling of looking at the chaos of her own mind spinning out of control behind a glass wall unable to touch them, but this time she was in two places at once. Observer and victim.

The Observer was aware that Craterside Supply wasn’t really the time or place to have a meltdown, and that having a meltdown wasn’t the rational response at all, but it didn’t matter to the rest of her.

That same removed part guessed that Butch had probably caused more attacks than he’d ever had the misfortune of dealing with, and that whatever he was doing it was going to be floundering. Still, none of that objectivity was going to tell her what she actually needed.

No, that was the part that was currently freaking the fuck out.

When her mind finally rose to the surface for long enough to register her surroundings she realized she was outside. Wind on her face, sun beating down from above, the hot steel in her hands, and Butch’s voice cutting through the haze of panic.

“Amelia? Come on, Amy, talk to me.”

“... hi?”

“Really? That’s it?” He said it like he was annoyed, but then he brought her flush against his chest.

The leather of his jacket was warm, but the body heat rolling off of him was warmer. It was uncomfortable, actually, but the instantaneous relief she felt being wrapped up in his arms was enough to put that aside. Amy was actually surprised at that, she wasn’t a huge fan of suddenly being grabbed on a good day, but part of it was definitely the pressure. It was grounding. Made her present to the here and now rather than stuck somewhere else.

“Ames, talk to me. Tell me what you need.”

She voice still felt so unsteady, so she gripped onto him like an anchor, “Just you.”

“Just me?”

She sighed, frustrated, “I... I think you’re... all I need right now. Can we... stay like this?”

So, they stayed there, as she quietly coached herself through the rest of the steps.

She couldn’t see a lot squished into Butch’s chest, but she saw the pattern and colors of the leather. The silvery steely grey of the zipper. A piece of blue  and yellow of the jumpsuit below (she really needed to get him some more clothes).

She heard his breath, felt it hot on her skin, and the pounding of his heart. She must’ve really freaked him out.

And he smelled... wrong.

Amy wrinkled her nose, but didn’t pull away. “Are you styling your hair with something else?”

“You can tell?” Suddenly, a little self-conscious, “Does it look bad?”

She pulled back just enough for him to see her face, “No, your hair looks fine. At least, I think it does? You’re a lot better at this than I am- no, you just. You smell kinda... minty? Chemically? Usually you smell kinda... sweet? And... spicy? I liked that one better.” Her cheeks flushed. “Um, sorry if that was weird.”

He laughed, a little bewildered, a little amused, “You freak out on me, and all you have to say for yourself is that I smell bad.”

“Sorry...”

He smiled big and wiped some of the wetness off her cheeks, “Nah, you’re alright. I’m teasin’ ya.”

After one long moment of staring into each other’s eyes Amy realized the full extent of the moment that was still in the middle of happening. With cheeks burning an even brighter red she gently pushed away from him and cleared her throat.

“Uh, anyway, thanks.”

Butch turned away from her, his own cheeks stained, “Yeah, don’t mention it.”

Amy definitely didn’t spend the rest of the night buried under the covers freaking out, and she definitely didn’t mention it the next morning over breakfast. And she definitely didn’t put her foot in her mouth.

Weirdest anxiety attack ever.

Author’s Note: Also, hi, I totally didn’t spend too much time researching pomade.