#i'll be looking at fanart and fanfic for the rest of the night

[neonwizardheehee]

that mom when u get send the limited life martyn skin on discord and your date shows up in a Ren skin - HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO STAY NORMAL ABOUT THIS AND PLAY NORMAL MINECRAFT

[thebubblyship]

I got permission. And so begins my ranting. Strap in fellas.

So I recently got into printing out some fanfics physically, and the first one I had to tackle was the first 25 chapters of an amazing fanfic called Yuuei Survival Guide. The art and the writing are not mine, but I do plan on actually drawing a custom cover for the last 25 chapters so I don't feel guiltly snagging someone else's art for it.

So that's the front cover! The story heavily focuses on Oboro and Izuku's growing relationship so for the first book (I can only print so much in one book), so I knew right away I wanted for the two of them to be seperated on the front and back of the covers for the first book, and for them to be together for the second book (symbolizing their friendship growing).

That's why I threw Izuku onto the back cover with the description, along with them having the day/night theme. I feel like the day/night cycle symbolizes them pretty well.

Obviously, required spine with title on it so I don't lose it amongst my other books. I meshed their sky colors together with a blend tool and changed their opacity in the middle so they come together for the spine.

Book title with author, very required very cool.

And here is the second page, because I wanted the first page to be the gap page (if that makes sense) in case printing went wrong. I also included a cute piece of fanart I found for the fic along with a quote because I found it rather adorable.

Following is where it gets messy. I was able to download the full fanfic off of Ao3, but the file was so large word just died out on me so I switched over to just copy and pasting, editing while I go. Especially since I wanted to go through and format. That's when I noticed the author has begun to go back and re-edit through the book to update it to their current writing style, because I have such convient timing lmao.

I indented the chapter titles down a good few lines, made the first part of every chapter a bigger font than the rest, and just went to town. I also found a very lovely page break online that I added, since it fit the theme and looked rather nice.

In total, this physical version totalled to about 650 pages for the first 25 chapters. The end page down below, along with some more fanart:

I think in total, making everything took me about a week or two to do? Since I put it into a google doc, I was able to work on it during slow hours at my job and knock it out. Obviously printing and shipping added onto that time, so in total I'd say around a month to produce it?

I absolutely adore it, it came in this morning and I was grinning like an idiot while I checked it out. I plan on editing the last 25 chapters and making some art myself for it, since I: A. Need to actually draw fanart for this platonic duo, love them, and B. Have a very specific idea for them I want to do for the cover.

Definitely made some mistakes along the way for this first one, but there's only up to go in doing this! I love being able to physically hold it and it's definitely going on my self for a constant read. It's so beautiful!!!!

@lowlywriter I'll figure out how to condense down instructions on how to print it, along with getting a zip file of the cover layout and everything for it. (And I mentioned this earlier but I definitely did see the writing changes, last I checked you finished chapter 4 I believe? So there definitely is a writing tone shift in the book but I don't mind lol).

I'm so happy with the final result and I can't wait to tackle the last 25 chapters aaaaaaaa!!!!!!

[abeinginsand]

Taylor and Sparrow hc

I think both Taylor and Normal would really benefit from having a bond with an adult who also shares their respective passions. Perhaps, their respective parents could be those adults for each of them. So, Sparrow and Taylor bonding and Cassandra and Normal bonding. I'll be making a separate post for Cass and Norm (plus Rebecca) since this one is pretty long already! This is was inspired by @babacontainsmultitudes ideas about all four characters in this wonderful post! :) With that in mind, I am thinking of Sparrow and Taylor bonding over a love of anime and art in general! (Continued under the cut)

Presenting the concept that Sparrow does fan-art and fan animations as one of his hobbies. Has done them since he was a teen and Taylor even follows or knows of his current social media account for it. Just never knew who the artist behind the username really was! Since he's become friends with Normal, he's visiting the house more often than not. And even sometimes stays over too. He's surprised when Normal brings up the sleepover--because its the first time anyone's ever invited him over to their house for one. He knows his own house is amazing and all...but sometimes (most times), his classmates have been more interested in the house itself or bragging at school later than actually wanting to chat. He's confident that he'll be able to win them over one day though! Anyways, Taylor is excited to spend time with Norm and by proxy gets to know his friend's family too. Especially Normal's dad since he's in the house most often. Sometimes Taylor brings his manga over (to work on new pages or to have Norm look them over)--the sleepover is one of those times. When Sparrow brings up some snacks for them, he sees some of the pages. He doesn't say much, mostly asking if the two are okay or if they'd like anything else (snack wise). But before he leaves the room, he makes a point to politely say some compliment about the art work. And mentions that he recognizes one of the characters too. This seems like a small thing to Normal while Taylor? He's thrilled. I think there were other small moments after this too. Like Mr. Swallows Oak Garcia seems happy to let Taylor doodle during meal time (sometimes he stays over for lunch or dinner) while sometimes his mom and mostly the teachers don't like him trying to draw instead of focusing on 'more important' things like school work during class or in the cafeteria. Also, Sparrow sometimes joins in discussions about latest episodes of certain shows/comics etc. Normal knows 25% of the media Taylor references at this point in this hc and otherwise is absorbing knowledge about the rest through Taylor's rambles. (its also about 25% for Taylor in regards Normal's vast knowledge about marching bands, cheer, and just sports in general). I imagine they compromise in the confusion and have brainstormed their own combined au featuring a magical marching band lead by Miku that's fighting some other band of mascots (the mascots are heavily based off Teen High's rival school mascots). Taylor (though he'd deny this) was hesitant to reach out to Normal's dad based only on the little exchanges. A tad afraid that the adult was just humoring him as his kid's friend and would think Taylor's annoying. But Sparrow never stops being supportive and keeps on engaging with him. Even shows him old fanart that he made a long time ago when Taylor seems down about his art progress. He'd come over that day to talk to Normal about his frustration and to hear about Normal's fanfic and song recommendations. Normal was an expert at knowing just the right marching band cover or classical music to suggest for sudden moods. Only to be reminded that he had forgotten that Normal had a game that day and wouldn't be back until night fall. He easily got permission from Normal's parents and his mom to wait there for him. That's the moment the detective in Taylor starts coming out--because the fanart seems familiar...the mood shift from pretty bummed to excited distracts him in the moment though and he spends the day getting a little art lesson from Sparrow. Eventually, Taylor gathers all those mental clues and blurts out a question a month or so later during another little art lesson thing. In the most serious voice he can muster (and expression), he asks... "Are you...that artist?"

"Depends, are you a cop?" There's a moment of silence as the two trade super serious gazes and then Sparrow laughs. He says he's joking and that yep-- Taylor is correct! Probably mentions that he would prefer to keep it all a secret since he usually keeps his association to it private. But that he welcomes any questions Taylor might have. Already prepared for the chance, the teen pulls a scroll from his go-bag and unravels it onto the table...the fancy and somewhat worn paper is filled to the brim with questions (and suggestions) haha

So yeah, they end up having a mentor and student type bond. Seemed sweet and fun to me! As for Sparrow's username....maybe its chaosflower, belovedwolf, or something else? I imagine it may be the Spanish version of those combos too. Though I'm sure he had a bunch of other usernames over the years.

[thecourtjester12]

JDCAU Masterlist

JDCAU aka Jester's DayCare AU (very boring name I know....I'm bad at names)

Au rundown

What if, after the events of SB, the fire never happened, Afton is gone (probably...) and Vanessa is no where to be seen. And...what happened to Gregory...? Who knows! But good news is the company was bought out and getting major rehauls to its operations, the virus is gone and things are looking up at last for the Daycare attendants Sun and Moon and all their friends....family?

Basically we are ignoring the fire and the DLC, and Smoon and everyone else is getting a HAPPY ending, with a healthy dose of trauma and other mental health struggles that they and others will have to work through, good thing they have each other and the rest of the plex to support them!

Aliases: In the au they are referred to as they are listed, aliases are for ease of who's being referred to so to not have to always say JDCAU Sun, etc. aliases or specifying by au is interchangable.

Sun-Sunny

Moon-Moony

Others to be added.

Tags

#jdcau or #JDCAU

Main tags for anything related to the au

#jdcaufanart

Tag for any and all fanart made of the au

#jdcaufanfic #jdcaugiftfic

Tag for any and all fanfics and giftfics based on/inspired by the au

Writing

All fics for the JDCAU, Warnings will be listed as needed

Main fics (Smoon centered fics)

System Overload (Hurt/comfort, sensory overloads, overstim)

New Merch? (brief mentions of guilt and self worth issues)

Handsome or Beautiful?

Pretty Moon? (minor hurt/comfort, gender confusion)

Dance the Night Away (song fic, mentions of alcohol and drug usage in one song)

Smoon Writober/Inktober Oneshots (warnings can be found in the intro page)

Sun and Moon's First Birthday (minor cussing)

Misc fics (Anything thats more SB related within the au with smoon and/or other chara's like the glams and handlers)

Halloween fic (part one is done!)

Pocket dimension fics (anything that is not quite canon but some stuff from may be canon (explained in the fics descriptions)

Ask Sun and Moon!

FNAF SB Reacts to you being Ace (Non explicit mentions of sexual content/relationships, minor cussing, brief mentions of a-phobia (not from any of the charas!!!))

Fanfics/giftfics inspired by JDCAU

N/A

Artwork

Smoon

Sun

PANTS comic (SFW but can be seen as mildly suggestive)

Ace Week Sun

Moon

Ace Week Moon

Pretty Moon

Palette challenge Moon (Something in the Forest palette)

Split form/Both

Happy stims

Writober highlights

Glam's

Freddy

Ace Week Freddy

Chica

Ace Week Chica

Monty

Ace Week Monty

Roxy

Ace Week Roxy

Group doods

N/A

DJ and Misc

DJ (and/or Mini's)

Ace Week DJ (and mini)

Map bot

Ace Week Map Bot

Comedy bot

N/A

Staff bots

N/A

Wet floor bots

Writober Highlights

Halloween Shark wet floor bots

Handlers/managers and the starstars

Handlers/managers

Devon

N/A

Blake

N/A

Angela

N/A

Jesse

N/A

Justice

N/A

Chava

N/A

Group doods

N/A

The Stars

Shiloh

N/A

Liam

N/A

Sophie

N/A

Andrea

N/A

Geoffrey

N/A

Lavendar

N/A

Theodore

N/A

Max

N/A

Group doods

N/A

Mixed (any group doodles of listed groups mixed ex. Smoon and their manager, stars and glams, etc)

N/A

Misc, can be pocket dimension or non canon stuff and/or random

Pocket dimension

N/A

Non-canon

Sun breaks Moon comic PART 1 (SFW, contains romantic themes)

Sun breaks Moon comic PART 2 (SFW, contains romantic themes and a censored curse)

Random

Sun Meets a (sort of) anatomically correct skeleton

Fanart!!! (Not all is listed Just my faves sry >~< Appreciate it all tho)

N/A

Wips and Snippets (includes random thoughts and rambles that aren't full fledged works)

This will be it's own master doc cause...this is a loooooonggggg boi already

The Wips and Snippets JDCAU Masterdoc

Asks

Masterdoc of all asks for JDCAU (may be a lil behind sometimes, I'll try to keep it updated tho >~<

JDCAU Asks Masterdoc (To be added)

[give-soup-please]

agreed. people assume i'm exaggerating when i say GO saved my life. not so. good omens did save my life in many ways, but especially during the pandemic.

I read good omens around 2017/2018, if i had to guess. I'd grown up in a specific brand of right wing christianity that did more harm than good. so there i was, fresh out of a private, christian high school riddled with trauma, reading this book about two beings defying their orders to try and do the right thing. i was shaking the entire time i read it, scared that this would be the thing that pushed me over the edge and into eternal damnation. because what i was taught was that one sin was enough to condemn someone forever, and that as soon as a transgression occurs, we are meant to beg for forgiveness to cover our bases. i was terrified, but also enjoying the book's wit and humor too much to give up on it. and then i read a particular passage that stuck with me.

“It may help to understand human affairs to be clear that most of the great triumphs and tragedies of history are caused, not by people being fundamentally good or fundamentally bad, but by people being fundamentally people.”

and a small part of my soul healed. i felt it the instant it happened, as if some great repair work had started. and so, i poured through the rest of the book, completely enjoying myself, still scared by what the text was saying.

imagine it. reading about beings who do the right thing, instead of what they're told to do.

then the mini-series came out, and i could put faces to these characters, because while i adored the book, i've always struggled with keeping character descriptions accurate in my head. it was nice, i dived deep into the GO fandom, daydreaming about the characters, looking lovingly at the fanart, and writing some fanfic of my own as well.

then the pandemic hit, and i was stuck at home, with no way out of an abusive situation. in my county, all coffee shops, campuses, libraries and churches closed in one fell swoop. nowhere to run, the only way out was through. i won't exaggerate when i say i thought i was going to die in that house, trapped in the dark. i skirted too close to a particular edge too many times. i had plans, i had a note, i had the whole idea ready to go.

but i knew the series was telling me that there was something waiting for me outside the doctrine and abuse. 'our own side', and all that. that there might come a day, when the sun would shine down on my shoulders again, and that i could walk free, being my own person, my own self, with other people like me.

on the nights i didn't think i'd live through, and believe me- there were many- i used to go to bed early, curl up under the blankets and pretend that aziraphale was standing at the edge of my bed, wings outstretched, facing towards my door, ready to protect. some days, he had his flaming sword, but most days he didn't. we didn't speak to each other, but he was there in my mind's eye, standing guard.

aziraphale's character- who he was, what he represented to me, the sort of being he was- kept me anchored long enough to make plans to escape- and i did.

i'm not very good at telling what's in character for someone and what isn't, but i'd like to believe the real aziraphale, if asked, would stand guard the same way mine did on those nights. i don't know if it's true, but if a human was desperate enough to reach out to him for this, i'd like to think he'd rise to the occasion. either way, it was a nice fiction that kept me going when nothing else could.

it's my dearest wish that one day, i'll get to meet either neil gaiman or michael sheen, and tell them this story, as personal and as emotional as it is. because more than anything, i want them to know that good omens kept me alive. it kept me alive through my late teenage years, through my religious trauma, through a pandemic, and now i am happy and healthy and thriving in a way that i knew might be possible in the future, but never actually expected to happen.

so when people say that fiction has had a major impact, or saved their life, i don't laugh. because i know it's true for them. i know, because that's exactly what happened to me.

The positive impact that the Good Omens book, series, and fandom have had on my life can not be overstated.

[gumsnail682]

Heres the next part!

Making a Pact with Levi <3

Part 1 , Part 2

"I can't believe you Levi! I thought we were friends!" You cried, "Thay wont work on me! There is absolutely no way they'll get together. They hate each other more than the enemy!" Levi and you were having an argument about a new anime you started together, more specifically about who the Protagonist was going to end up with. "THAT'S WHAT MAKES IT PERFECT! Enemies to lovers, how could you not vouch for them!?" Levi grabs a pillow and throws it in your face, "Not every rivalry can end up being enemies to lovers!" You grabbed the pillow and smacked him over the head with it. 

This started a pillow fight between you two that only ended after one of the pillows ripped. You both froze when you heard the tearing noise and just stared at each other. "We took it too far." "Yes we did." You threw the pillow behind the couch and sat back down. "Ok how about we make a bet! If they don't get together I'll.. hmm oh I know! I'll wear a maid dress for you and I'll be your personal maid!" You challenged, you stopped to think again "And if I win you'll.. you'll make a pact with me!" Levi met your challenging gaze, "Deal! Be prepared to lose!" You and Levi shook hands and continued the anime.

"WHAT?! That's not fair! She was going to die, that doesn't count!" Levi had paused the anime at a part where the Rival seemed to be dying and the Protagonist held them close, begging them not to leave and kissing her. "It's totally fair!" You unpaused it and watched the next scene, the Protagonist went crazy when the Rival lost consciousness and successfully defeated the villain onto to see the Rival alive and well. The anime wrapped up soon after with an epilogue where the two got married.

"Ha! I won!" You cheered, you felt giddy after the ending episode. Levi couldn't help but smile at your giggling, you were just so cute he couldn't be angry. "I still think the childhood friend would've been a better match." Levi fake pouted, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and leaned your head on him. "Aw dont worry there's always Fanfics and Fanart." You gave him a gentle head pat, making him blush, "M-MC!" You giggled, "There there." You continued, Levi found himself really enjoying your touch. His eyes closed and he leaned into you. Your heart skipped a beat and you smiled, you didn't want to move from this position, it was nice.

When Levi sat up again you let him go. "Soo~ are we gonna make that pact or what?" You asked with a chuckle, "Fine, only because I lost our bet." He grumbled, holding his hand out to you. Instead of placing your hand on his you intertwined your fingers almost making Levi short circuit. He inhaled sharply then began, you felt as if something was slithering up your leg and flinched, "Don't worry, it's just the pact mark." He explained, the feeling went away after it had traveled up your entire leg, stopping at the top of your inner thigh. For some reason this felt more intimate than it was.

You looked down to your leg and saw a mark that looked like a tail coiling all the way up your leg. "Whoa." You said in amazement, you reached down and traced part of the marking. When you were done staring at it you turned back to Levi who was a blushing mess. "Hehe you're so cute when you're embarrassed!" You tacked him in a hug. But Levi wasn't embarrassed, he was so in love and seeing how you seemed to love his pact mark made him feel extremely flustered. Levi didn't go home that night, he wanted to stay by you throughout the rest of the day.

[skepticalkoi-catastrophe]

|Come Closer| Kuroo Tetsurou x Blackfem!reader

The following fanfic is an inspired spin-off of Deciphered by @hoeneymilktea , The Sunrise and Your Sins by @leia505 , and fanart by @aikk00 . Pls check them out as well as other spin-off authors. Comments, Reblogs, and Shares are heavily appreciated. I hope you enjoy~ ♡

Chapter [002] Comeback

Next Chapter》

You sat with your legs folded in the passenger seat of Iwaizumi's white Subaru WRX STI. Parked above the parking lot, you have a personal view of the crowded racetrack and the various racers and onlookers. Glimpsing at the racers, you could break the revelation. Smoke from Cyphers' car exhaust trails your vision. The mystery red car not far behind.

"You know she wanted to tell you..." Iwaizumi rubs small circles on your back. "This kind of lifestyle isn't the safest, so it's not like she kept everything secret on purpose."

"Iwa, I know but," you bite your lip, blinking harshly at his words.

"If her mom finds out, her ass is grass. Ms.Onishi put this behind her years ago and for good reason. Why do you think I didn't want her doing this either?"

Iwaizumi's lips tightened. "Like mother, like daughter I guess. Eventually, she was going to follow. We both knew she would."

"I get that, I just- I just wasn't expecting it to happen so fast." Your hands rest in your lap.

The whole situation was a minor annoyance. Fearful to say the least. Ms.Onishi, known as 'Oni' back in her racing days, was the best of the best. From being invincible on the track, to being a top drug dealer in all of Tokyo.

She's been wanted by cops and others alike. Imagine if she found out her daughter could potentially be participating in such acts?

His hand moves from your back to your hand, firmly holding it. His thumb brushing your knuckles.

"Did you tell your cousin yet?" You ask. "I'm sure she'd feel how I am right now."

"She probably will but I'll cross that bridge when I get to it. I don't want to think about it too much."

Daize stayed down with Kenma to talk. She's not a fan of you being pissed off. Even though you're not. Mostly not. When push comes to shove, a job is a job. You just wish it was something practical she could've chosen. Like working in retail or with children.

"She, uh, wanted me to give this to you." Digging in his glove box, he hands you what looks like a soda can but it's glass instead of aluminum. The label reads 'Choya Umeshu'.

"It's her peace offering for making you worry."

You shake your head, chuckling. Free Plum wine and a street race? Who are you to shy away from the thrill?

"Thanks, Iwa."

Deadlocked, the two cars close the distance to the finish line. In moments, they speed up, trying to gain an edge. Meters apart, Oikawa's car blasts ahead drifting in a circle leaving 360 tread marks on the asphalt in the middle of the crowd, winning the race. Congratulatory screams heightening throughout.

Both you and Izumi exit the car. Oikawa parks his car, exiting the drivers' side. You lean forward expecting a fight to happen, thinking the loser wouldn't take this lightly. To your surprise, they give each other a dap before bro hugging. You couldn't make out his features. Too much distance between you and them below.

Slumping over the railing, you get a text from Daize.

'There's someone you need to see. Get down here.'

Iwaizumi taps you. "We should head down."

The late night sky darkens further when you reach the bottom of the ramp. Oikawa talks to the unknown driver, pocketing his cash prize from Kenma. He swiftly counts the bills. The unknown driver standing on the opposite side of him.

You link arms with Daize, pushing past the crowded finish line. Iwaizumi not far behind. Closing in, your breath catches in your throat as you cover your mouth. Time somehow stops.

"Kuroo?" You gasp in disbelief doing a double-take.

The strangers' head swivels in your direction. His posture stiffening as he nods, giving a quick bark of laughter. "Y/n?"

In a dreamlike state, you dash towards him. At long last reuniting after what felt like centuries. Tossing your arms around his neck as you squeal in surprise. Him spinning you around before placing you back on your feet.

Your ingrained memory of his cologne makes the butterflies in your stomach flutter. Here, before your eyes, your boy next door Tetsurou.

You've got to be dreaming.

Though everyone's eyes widen when the lookout shouts. "COPS! COPS ARE HERE!"

Panicking, the crowd scrambles to their vehicles. Kuroo grabs your hand, rushing you inside his car. He peels out of there, gunning the engine until he reaches the highway. 

"Snake Eyes! Take Haymaker to the garage. Call me when you get there safe!"

Kenma snatches Daize and they disappear from the lot.

Avoiding the other drivers, he ducks off onto a shortcut. Red and Blue lights illuminate the pavement in his rearview mirror. Kuroo navigates down a pitch-black alley, tension creasing his features as he creates distance from the audible sirens. His foot never leaving the accelerator.

Rounds of gunfire erupt behind you both. You lower your head, sinking back into the seat. Making a sharp right, he steadied the direction of the car, his hand holding tight to the gear shift. You clutch to the seat as your gravity is yanks to the left. Kuroo's body rebounds in his seat with the harshness of the drift.

Pedestrians take notice of the car speeding along. You feel like you’re going to pass out. Maybe even puke. He drifts again. Taking a hard right towards the main street, he puts the car in reverse under an overpass. It leads to another alleyway. Your eyes squeeze tight, trying to breathe, exhausted from the chase. His arm tucked behind your seat, looking back. His bomber jacket hung off his shoulders.

"We should be safe now, Shortcake." Kuroo puts your mind at rest.

The Sirens speed past, unaware of your presence. Blood rushes to your brain, your heart in your ears. You rest your head on the dashboard. No way in hell do you want to meet like this ever again.

"Where to now?" You mumbled sitting back slowly.

He clears his throat, and puts his keys back into the ignition.

"From the looks of it, cops will be patrolling the highways all night. Your best option is to stay at my place."

With not many options to weigh, you agree, drawing shapes on your arm to keep you focused. Tonight should've gone differently and this isn't the meeting he was expecting.

For most of the ride back, he played some lofi music on his Bluetooth stereo. But the air reeked of intense awkwardness between you two. You'd admit, you're impressed by his driving and keeping calm in a cop chase but no outlandish event moving forward will top tonight.

Pulling into what looks like a penthouse, the automatic garage door opens. Driving into the parking lot, he parks the car and shuts off the engine. You unbuckle your seatbelt, Kuroo's hands dropping from the wheel. His head falling back against the headrest, he avoids your eyes.

"So much for a welcoming gift..." A long sigh leaving his lips. "I'll make it up to you in the morning. I promise."

You're sure if he had the time, he would've been better prepared for whatever this was you experienced. Something this trivial must be second nature for him. But you have a lot to learn.

You interlace your fingers with his. Eyes softening at his warmth.

"I'm sure you will..."

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[bansept]

Family festival

A very big shout-out to @star-snail whose Ichihime fanart inspired this fanfic : it is a very beautiful piece that just radiates peace and love and fun to me, so I tried my best to convey this in a written way. I hope I do their work justice 🙃

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Japan is the land of festivals, Ichigo is pretty darn sure of that. He is far from complaining, especially because it allows all his family to reunite so that they can eat sweets, have fun, pray and just, be together.

For days, the house down the street of the Kurosaki clinic had been filled with excited chatters of both Orihime and Kazui, the little boy asking his mother about this and that story, his mother explaining with great details. The 5 year-old had looked at her like magic was pouring out of her mouth, which was probably the case, to him. Kazui had asked about many festivals, including the Tanabata one, which of course brought tears to his eyes.

"B-but why did they part away? Why aren't they together!"

He wasn't a fussy boy, very far from it. He was calm and collected, and obeyed all instructions, but when it involved anything bad, even remotely linked to his parents (a name in this case), he was crying.

So Ichigo had to assure him that no, mommy wouldn't go in the stars, no, they wouldn't be separated. Yes, he could have a big kiss from papa.

"Ichigo, come get Kazui please!" Orihime called out from their room, and her husband complied, leaving the kitchen to tickle his son, who was playing with a few toys near their sofa.

The boy laughed at the fingers on his sides, wriggling in his dad's arms. He shook his tiny legs to try to get him out of such a monstrous grip, but Ichigo had him in a hug in an instant, his son up in his arms as they climbed the stairs.

"Here is my prey... Where do I put him, Hime?" Ichigo chuckled in a fake deep voice, which pulled a squeal from his son, who extended his hands to his mom, hoping to get away from his horrible father.

"Oh, well how about you give this cute boy a bath before dressing him up? We'll be late..."

"We are supposed to meet the rest in an hour, Hime, don't worry."

Ichigo walked to his nervous wife and gave her a very gentle peck on the cheek, hoping to calm her down. Kazui turned his head to the side, suddenly interested in what was on the walls while Orihime blushed a little.

"... You're right. I'm just a bit nervous... I don't know why."

Ichigo gave Kazui a little kiss on the temple before placing him back on the floor, and rubbed his back.

"Kazui, can you go get ready for the bath? I'll be here in a second."

The boy, being the sweetheart he was, nodded simply and pitty patted to the washroom, leaving his parents in their room. Ichigo looked back to his wife and raised his hand to caress her cheek.

"Orihime? Are you okay?"

The young woman breathed out, going to hug Ichigo and burying her face in his neck. She melted in his touch when she felt Ichigo's arms wrap around her, drawing nonsense on the fabric of her kimono.

"I am, it's just... I'm reminded of... I don't know, everything. My parents, my brother... For the first ones, I still wish I had some knowledge of them. And Ni-Chan... He would have been happy to be with us."

Ichigo could only agree with her, only knowing one part of the way she felt. He wished his mother was here today too, to be with her husband and her children and now Kazui too. But it was impossible.

"They're not here physically. But the people we love are with us in spirit." Ichigo said simply, his strong arms tightening a little around Orihime, his face meeting with the top of her hair.

Orihime didn't answer, only hugging him more, letting her emotions calm down, the thrumming of her heart go back to normal. Those types of thoughts didn't come often, not because she was too happy to get them, simply because there was no reason to feel bad about the past. But tonight... Tonight felt different.

After a few minutes, Orihime gave Ichigo more of her sweet and enlightening smile, brushing a hand on his cheek to thank him before getting downstairs. Ichigo went back to his son, who was looking at his reflection and waiting patiently.

"Ah, sorry Kazui. Took more than one second. But now mommy is better and you can get washed!"

Ichigo started the bath and quickly but very carefully washed the boy, who giggled and tried to splash his dad with water multiple times, but was stopped with the promise of more treats if he was nice tonight. Wetting a kimono with soap-filled water? Big no no.

The boys got ready pretty fast, father making sure that son was comfortable in his kimono and waraji, not daring to try to tame his unruly hair. He really was like Ichigo in that department. The only way to make sure it wasn't all over the place was to cut them, even if another reason was more, hem, personal.

Totally not related to how Orihime all but loved to scratch the back of his head and it was easier done when the hair is short.

They got down the stairs, Kazui holding onto Ichigo's hand tightly to not fall, still not used to the straw shoes in his little feet. Orihime checked her reflection one last time before squatting to her son, giving him a big smooth on the forehead, praising Ichigo for dressing him so well.

Did the two blush profusely? Yes. One because he was a little boy and proud to make his mommy proud, and the other one because damn if his wife wasn't the most jaw dropping beautiful woman in existence.

A few knocks on the door wanted them of the arrival of the louder part of the family, as Ichigo jokingly called them. Isshin didn't really wait until anyone opened the door to burst it open, his laughter and happy face infectious.

"Ah! Where is my grandson! Oh, you look so good.. so cute my boy!" He sniffed, tears already streaming down his face as he kneeled down to hug Kazui. Yuzu almost did the same, but had some self restraint (thank goodness) and instead laughed with Orihime. Karin kept the door opened and saluted everyone calmly, without a word, but the smile on her face too obvious for her to pretend to be unhappy about the commotion.

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All of them, after a lot of tears, walked to the closest festival stalls, the night setting in and the lampions lighting up the streets, giving it a fairy tale like atmosphere. Kazui walked neatly next to his father, holding to his arm closely, but his eyes darted everywhere in wonder. This green light, that blue stall... Some people wore masks and some kids were chasing each other with tiny fireworks in their hands.

"Let's get some food! Yuzu insisted on not making any at home as to not waste the one here..."

The young girl nodded her head enthusiastically while her twin sister trotted to a Ikayaki stall, asking for one before watching the drama play out.

"Well yes, because otherwise you would have eat like normal but all your appetite would have been gone with us and you would have complained about your stomach!"

Yuzu lectured her father, and Orihime stood next to her to tap her shoulder and calm her down, otherwise it would turn into a quite loud conversation. Karin came back next to her twin and gave her a candy apple, placing it in her hand.

"Don't mind him. Let's enjoy the festival. Let him eat if he wants."

The sisters walked ahead, not really caring about their dad's wailing, Ichigo pushing Kazui between Orihime and him.

"Tsk, he always has to be dramatic about everything..."

"But it's funny papa! When grandpa cries he always makes funny faces! And then I hug him and poof! Gone!"

Orihime gave her son a very sweet kiss on the forehead, because who wouldn't melt at the boy's sweet heart and words.

"Hm, oh, Hime. Look there."

Ichigo pointed at a stall with a shooting contest, which confused the woman at first, before she clapped her hands excitedly.

"Oh, we've haven't done one in so long!" She giggled, jogging to the inviting booth with Kazui on her side. Ichigo smiled brightly, shaking his head. Who was the child?

"You go win her a prize, I'll look after Kazui." Isshin told him, surprisingly calm after one minute of crying. He raised an eyebrow at his dad who clapped his hands together before raising Kazui in the air.

"Kazui, you'll see if your papa is good with shooting targets. If he's not, then you'll be staying with me for a while week!"

So, that meant going to bed very late, eating candy, not doing any kind of work and losing a few braincells because of Isshin cooing at him and talking to him like a baby.

No way was he going to lose. Especially when Orihime was watching intently, her hands holding each other on her chest.

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Of course Ichigo won.

And got the biggest prize he could obtain, a grey teddy bear, proudly holding it for his wife. Orihime was filled with happiness, feeding him a chocolate banana from time to time.

The evening passed like that : between chatters, contests, street food and laughter, not a single Kurosaki wasn't smiling. The sisters stood close to Orihime, always hoping to spend more time with her, always hoping to find this reminder of Masaki in her. Ichigo walked by her side, listening to their chatters and keeping an eye on Kazui, who was getting sleepy.

"Papa?"

"Hm?"

"Who is that?"

Ichigo turned his face to look on his right, where Kazui had pointed at, but seeing no one. There was barely any civilian at the stalls around them, so it was safe to say Kazui definitely needed some well earned sleep. Ichigo crouched down to pick him up in his arms, patting his head gently.

"You're tired baby, were going home soon. You can sleep some if you want."

"But the lady..."

"Hm?"

Kazui couldn't say more, already closing his little arms and snoring softly. The day had been long, of course he was exhausted. Ichigo made sure he held him tight, the teddy in his other hand being a bit of a pain now. Orihime stopped to check on the little boy, her heart feeling like it turned goowee at the adorable sight.

"We should head back... Kazui needs to take some well deserved rest." Ichigo announced to his family, the two girls nodding in unison and Isshin hugging Orihime quickly before patting Ichigo on the shoulder.

"We had a great time, thank you, to the three of you." Orihime bowed and got her goodbyes back at her, Yuzu making one last joke with her before everyone returned to their homes.

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Once Kazui was changed and put to bed, Ichigo cracked his back bones and brushed his teeth sleepily, now in his sleeping t-shirt and shorts. Weird how before he could have his bed time at 3 in the morning without any problem, and now 11:30 was the maximum.

He heard Orihime sigh next door, in their room, and popped his head out of the bathroom door.

"Hm?"

She laughed at his cute appearance and his puppy look, the head tilted to the side. She waved her hand as if to say "later, later" and went back to changing. Ichigo frowned, the infamous gesture that he had forgotten along the years bringing back the usual anxiety he felt in his younger days.

He spit in the sink and washed up his hands before entering their room and pushing the door closed.

"Hime, what's wrong? Please tell me..." He asked, sitting on the bed to watch her take her hair down, unleashing it from the tight grip of her sofisticated bun. She sighed again, and Ichigo frowned again, before going to hug him, the force of it pushing Ichigo to lay on the bed with his wife in his arms.

"Hime..."

"Nothing is wrong, I promise." She cut him off, rolling to her side if the bed and staring at his eyes. She was not lying, she was alright but then why did she sigh? Why did she look so exhausted when they return back home?

Ichigo still nodded, reassured to a point, before leaning down to kiss her in the lips. She gladly accept the peck, placing her hands on his face in such a sweet and careful hold, Ichigo definitely wanted to kiss her more. But she pulled away again, still looking at him with this strange look, one that made her eyes glitter in excitement. Orihime took one of his hands, so strong, so callous from all those fights, to place it on her belly, warm tears filling her eyes.

"I'm pregnant."

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Oh I'm so bad for leaving this like that 😂 but then again, if you guys want the rest, you can always ask for it hehe

As I am not Japanese, I had to research for festivals and clothes and food, hopefully what I wrote made sense ;;

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Some Stuff I Found on Old CDs

This whole thing started when I was looking for a particular CD-R that had a Super Mario World ROM on it, which would be useful in the event that I decide to start hacking again. I never did find the disc. I'll have to pull my old laptop out of the garage and see if I left it in there. In the meantime, I figured I might as well look through all the other CD-Rs I had in my room. Most of these were full of old Transformers and GoBots-related pictures and videos I downloaded in the early 2000s. There were plenty of screenshots from the shows, and the GoBots ones eren't of the best quality. There were also examples of my efforts to "metalize" various G1 characters the way I had seen fellow Transfan Nightwind do. I dismissed those too, but grabbed the actual Nightwind pieces off the CDs. Most of the rest was fanart and official art from Dreamwave Productions, and I decided to keep that stuff too. I'll probably post some of those in the future. First, though, I think I'll share some of the stuff from those discs that I made.

I'll start with what might be the weirdest thing. It's supposed to be the Combaticon Onslaught. The circumstances that brought this about are actually kinda tragic though. I may or may not have mentioned my mother's abusive second husband here on this blog. I know I've mentioned him elsewhere though. One of the awful things he'd do when in a rage is break stuff, usually by throwing it. That's what happened to my first Game Boy Advance SP. I was playing a bit too loud late at night, and woke him up while he was asleep and not feeling well. He responded by grabbing the thing and throwing it against the wall with such force that it broke the screen internally and warped the battery. The damage to the screen produced something that, to me, sort of looked like Onslaught. I figured I'd get just one more use out of the busted handheld before getting rid of it, so I took a picture of the screen and edited it in Photoshop. I could probably do better now, but this was 2004. Thankfully, I don't have to worry about my current stepdad breaking my current SP. He's a much better man.

Here's more Photoshop shenanigans. Back in my sophomore year of high school, I had written a short Beast Machines fanfic that involved an Aero Drone getting possessed by Starscream. The fic is long gone, having been hand-written instead of typed out. It's probably pretty bad anyway. It would, however, inspire this years later.

One thing I liked to play with online sometimes was the Bright Lights Clickamajig on Nick.com. It was basically a virtual Lite Brite with several Nicktoon-themed patterns to light up. It also had a freeform mode where you could make anything you wanted, so I had to try my hand at doing some Transformers. Some of the bulb colors would have to be changed in Photoshop for these.

This may be the only surviving picture of Kicker, a cat I had from 2005 to 2007. It's not the best, but it was taken with a low-end webcam from the 2000s. The little kitty looks pretty happy here. I just wish that, of all the things my mother held onto, she could've held on to the better pictures of Kicker she had on her old computer.

This is a VERY old picture of G1 Scourge. I doubt I still have the original. Otherwise, I'd scan it. This had to be taken with a webcam because I had no scanner at the time.

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I fucking wrote a fanfic for your fanart of my fan idea. Because we making gay content on our good christian bible study blogs

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   Kama is the first one to wake up in the morning, her head on kamikaze's chest, his arm around her neck, and bushidrill spooning her, arms around her waist. It's still the early morning, the sunlight coming through the window and orange pink more than a yellow, and not as bright as it was when she normal wakes up. She's tempted to go back to sleep, but some mischievous part of her wants to wake up her master. Just him, the other two, iaian and bushi, were up late last night, drinking and talking about something they wanted to keep between the two of them. A surprise they said.    She leans over and presses a soft kiss to the corner of kamikaze's mouth, and when he scrunches his face and lets out a small groan, she presses a soft, chaste kiss to his lips. "Morning master," she whispers, "the sun is up, and I don't want to be alone while the other two rest."    He rolls his head to the side, to look at her, just as gorgeous with no make up. "I'd prefer to be sleeping like those two," he jokes softly.    Kama snuggles back into bushi, who holds her tighter in response, the stubble on his face tickling her neck. "Yes but I want you to see how handsome iaian is when he's back-lit by the sun this early."    He looks over at iaian, who is holding onto him tightly, his head resting just below his collar bone. "You're right, he is handsome like this," kamikaze whispers, "so now that i've seen that i'm going back to sleep."    "Alright master, I'll wake us all up for training in a few hours." Okama says, but her words fall on deaf ears, because he had already fallen asleep.

Listen you drew iaian x atomic and it made me so happy I almost cried. But it gave me an idea. Poly!Atomicfam or whatever, I don't even have a ship name for it yet but I want you to know that looking at your content gives me like 5 minutes of big brain energy

Bruh this message literally made my day. I love your content as well. Tbh every time i see you post something, i get super excited. Anyway, there is no way i could say no to a request from you. So here ya go. Its not colored because imma lazy piece of shit

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Its fluff of course. Im a soft creature 

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|Come Closer| Kuroo Tetsurou x Blackfem!reader

The following fanfic is an inspired spin-off of Deciphered by @hoeneymilktea, The Sunrise and Your Sins by @leia505 , and fanart by @aikk00 . Pls check them out as well as other spin-off authors. Comments, Reblogs, and Shares are heavily appreciated. I hope you enjoy~ ♡

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Chapter [003] Rescue Mission

Sunlight trickled down the covers and up the hall as his scent lingered across the king size mattress. You reach over where he once rested to feel emptiness. Last night was feverish, to say the least, but your head wasn't aching with an adrenaline high anymore. Sliding your legs off the side of the bed you don his hoodie he left behind.

Towards the cracked door you peek your head out looking around before pressing onwards. Turning the corner to the living room, a faint slam from the front door startles you.

"Tetsurou?" You ask softly.

He removes his jacket and puts it on the nearby coat rack. His gaze lands on you smiling slightly while he throws his house keys aside.

"It's been a while since you've worn my jersey Shortcake."

Kuroo places a take out bag on the glass kitchen table.

The red fabric drapes your figure just as it did years ago. Your stomach butterflies make a comeback. "Where were you?"

"I figured you'd be up by now so I went out and brought home some breakfast." He deeply muttered. "You go freshen up, I've got it from here."

You nod leaving to do as told. Like deja vu almost. Years ago you wore his jersey to his games and as makeshift pajamas when you'd sleep overnight. Just yesterday you locked eyes with him in his high school gym, your Polaroid inches off the ground when he caught it from breaking to pieces.

So many summers, so little time. Back in his room you look for your clothes from last night. To your delight they're washed and still warm from the dryer. Your undergarments there as well. Back in the kitchen Kuroo unwinds trying to stifle his excitement.

"So, what's for breakfast?"

He slides you a plate , cheesy fluffy scrambled eggs, bacon, and sliced avocado packed tightly in a brioche bun and large hash browns sit beside it.

"And before you ask, yes I got yah some coffee."

He puts an iced coffee next to your plate with some napkins. Even though last night didn't go as planned, he still managed to make up for it just as he said. Still, he hasn't explained how and why the authorities were involved. But you'd rather not say anything. You're sure he'll come around and explain himself.

You take a sip of your coffee, eating your breakfast as Kuroo settles down beside you. Him eating a ham and cheese variation of your order minus the avocado slices. He turns on some music from his home stereo, morning jazz playing softly throughout the penthouse.

Taking your last few bites you dispose of your plate in the sink, drinking what little coffee you have left. Your phone's missed call list was flooded with Daize's caller ID. Dialing her back, she picks up quickly.

"Thank God y/n you made me worried sick. Why haven't you been answering?"

Kuroo looks over, you mouth out who was on the other line.

"I'm really sorry Daidai. I was exhausted and fell asleep as soon as I got back safely. Don't worry, I'm fine. Kuroo made sure of that."

Daize sighs deeply. Her worried tone shifted slightly. You regret not calling her sooner.

"Great. Let me know when you're on your way home. Okay?"

"I will. I promise. I love you Daidai, bye."

You say hanging up.

Kuroo washes your shared dishes. His dark dragon tattoo spiraled down from his right shoulder to his wrist. A small cross tattoo on his neck as well.

Even his lip and eyebrow piercing are where you saw them last.

"I'll get you home Shortcake."

His blood red Nissan Veilside 350Z swerved out the parking garage. Slightly cloudy skies overhead as you reach for the stereo. You try turning the dial to the radio station you both used to listen to as teens. Trust me by Yuya Matsushita.

The familiar tune hit your ear as he started humming along. You smiled nodding along singing the words without missing a beat. Kuroo bobbing his head at your voice. Akihabara got closer in the side view mirror where you sat, the window's cracked for air circulation.

Kuroo briefly checked his phone, you didn't pay much attention looking around at anime characters from your favorite shows displayed in store windows and fashion boutiques scattered about. It wasn't until your eyes drifted close when everything faded to black.

Kuroo parks the car in the driveway of your home. You were slumped over, your head resting against the window. He smiled, gently shaking you awake.

"Shortcake we're here."

You mumble rubbing your eyes. You went to unbuckle your seat belt when he leans over, his face inches from yours.

"Let me get that for yah." Your seat belt is released as you open the door.

You both walk to your door when another car pulls up, it's Oikawa's. He steps out, a worrisome look of annoyance creasing his features.

"Bro my little mechanic is in deep shit right now we've gotta go."

"Daize? Is she okay? What happened? " You ask, jogging towards him.

"I'll explain on the way but she's running out of time."

You reach for the passenger car door when Kuroo snatches your wrist. "What gives Tetsurou?"

"I don't want what happened last night to happen again. You stay here until we get back."

You take your wrist back. "Stay here my ass I'm going with you."

"She'll be fine Kuroo. We need to hurry."

Kuroo narrows his eyes, blowing out a puff of air. "Fine. Get in."

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