#i'm regretting not coloring the skin tho

[cat-entusiast]

Some transparent images i did for my characters (for a bigger collage i'm making). I think they turned out nice so why not share them (this is also the first time i do something like this)

[momomallowart]

I finally watched Arcane and realized they're just the same character so I swapped their clothes ʕ⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴥ⁠ꈍ⁠ʔ

[nickeverdeen]

Hiya! Can I request an arcane matchup?

I'm black and light skinned with either peach or gold undertones depending on the lighting I'm in. I'm 5'3( I stopped growing since 7th grade and I hate it), and bisexual (I prefer girls tho) I go by she/her, or him I don't really care. (I've been mistaken for a boy many times before I grew my hair out)

Speaking of that, I have shoulder length locs and I love to put hella charms in them!! Sometimes when I don't feel like doing my hair I would normally wash them the night before and let them down or something. and omggg the shrinkage is REAL! Every time I get a retwist my hair shrinks so bad the day after and it looks like my hair is short (which it kinda is but ykwim)

but anyway I was born with a birth defect called unilateral cleft lip and pallet, so there used to be a split on my lip and the roof of my mouth which caused my gum line to mess up completely until I got surgery..

I grew up with a really bad lateral lisp and I had to go through speech therapy. It's getting better now a little bit but my s and z sounds are a bit hard and I fumble up my words a lot. I don't have braces yet, but if I did have them they'd probably be blue right now lol, it's my favorite color!

Fun fact: I have no uvula!

I have like 5 beauty marks, the only one that's on my face is underneath my nostril and it's really noticeable. I have two birthmarks, one on my leg and one on my back! I used to have one on my cheek when I was 11 but it faded and I lowkey miss it. I have really big brown eyes but poor eyesight (my mother and sisters are blind, so it's like a genetic thing)

Now for my hobbies and interests, I love to draw, paint, color, crochet, make bracelets, and all! I completely suck at digital, tried it once, never again.. well idk

I am very athletic, I grew up playing basketball with my dad and it has grown to become one of my favorite sports, and I can run fast!

I'm in love with fashion! I dress pretty basic tho .. I normally wear baggy jeans and graphic tees, or on SOME days jerseys & jorts with my sambas and gold jewelry, but if I do have time to spend 3+ hours putting together random stuff in my closet I'll just wear that out.

Sometimes I like to switch up from dressing really fem to masc, or even a mix of both.

Dogs or cats? Although I do adore them both, reptiles. I have 2 leopard geckos, a bearded dragon and a ball python!

I have a very diverse music taste, wouldn't say I listen to EVERYTHING but I do listen to anything. R&b is my favorite tho, I'm an old soul.

Relationships.. my love languages are quality time, gifts, and play fighting! I was like a REALLY rough kid , especially when it came to those pretend wrestling games in the bounce house . (I almost broke some kid's finger once, but we're not gonna talk about that.) If I'm comfortable with someone, I would would definitely yap nonstop about any and everything. I would probably accidentally say too much and regret it later, but I can't help that, my mouth constantly runs and like NEVER stops.

I'm an estp! I'm really hyper most of the time and always find ways to smile. If you were to ask my friends what they thought of me they would probably say I'm funny, sometimes I don't even try to be funny and everyone's already on the floor, but I do laugh at my own jokes most of the time. I am really impatient and sensitive, I cry over the smallest things, but it's better than completely crashing out.. When I get really angry I quite literally destroy everything around me . I would say I have anger issues, but it really came from my past trauma that I went through alone, so it's something I also can't help. During arguments, such and such, I will NEVER bring up personal things and use it against people, it's just not in my heart, because I know how it feels to have family problems, etc. I've been through it all too.

The problem with me is that I don't take my own advice, I am a good therapist to many of my friends, mostly my younger family members, but when I'm giving them advice it's mainly just me comforting my past self.

But yeah, that's it!

Your Arcane match is…

Vi

Vi would immediately notice your strength and resilience, especially with what you’ve been through, and she’d admire how open and empathetic you are with others

She loves your style, especially your locs with all the charms, and would make a game of spotting the different ones whenever you changed them up

Vi would always be encouraging you to talk and say whatever’s on your mind, appreciating that you feel comfortable opening up to her

She loves your confidence in your mix of masc and fem looks and would be happy to lend you any of her own clothes to incorporate into your style

Vi would absolutely be in love with your art and would keep little things you made for her with her at all times, finding comfort in them when she’s away

She’d find your R&B taste perfect and would constantly be asking you to play your favorite songs when you’re together

Vi adores your playful side and wouldn’t hesitate to spar with you

Expect lots of play fights and wrestling matches that inevitably turn into laughter and goofing around

She’d admire your athleticism, and the two of you would be competitive about anything and everything

She’s secretly thrilled whenever you can keep up with her

When she finds out about your reptiles, she’d be impressed, and though she might be hesitant at first, she’d warm up to them quickly

Vi would be the most patient listener, knowing that sometimes you worry about saying too much but still loving every little detail you share

If you ever got upset or frustrated, Vi would be there for you, not trying to fix things but just being present, letting you vent as much as you need

She’d be protective of you and would always have your back, especially in stressful or triggering situations

Vi would love your spontaneous personality and how you’re always finding reasons to laugh or make others laugh, often joining in and egging you on

When you’re hyper or really in your element, Vi would just sit back and enjoy it, loving how much energy and life you bring to her days

She’d notice your impatience and try to slow things down for you, but never in a patronizing way—she’d just help you keep your cool when needed

She would always check in to make sure you’re okay after intense moments, showing her softer side and genuinely caring about how you’re feeling

Knowing that you’ve been through a lot alone, she’d make it clear that you’ll never have to go through things by yourself again

She would always be gentle and kind with you, respecting your boundaries and never pushing you to talk about your past unless you wanted to

She respects how you handle anger, and she’d trust you deeply because she knows that you’re a safe place and would never use personal things against her or anyone else

[cecils-dragons]

💔👑🌱

💔 - Do you regret anything you've done before on FR?

Oh man there's probably so many things... I started playing at 18 and was very dumb then, so I did not capitalize on things that came out in the early days of playing. Of course there's also things like not buying enough light halos because I thought the other fests would have equally as aesthetic halos(false). Probably the biggest regret tho was that I sold some personal gijinkas that I really liked and I still miss them. One was kinda my proto Donovan, a gay little vampire, but I sold him and his very tall boyfriend despite both of them having multiple pieces of art ;w; that's why I don't sell my personal gijinka dragons even if I fall out of love with their dragons.

👑 - What dragon(s) in your lair are best dressed?

Oh another that I came across when looking for Raymond was Sparrow. I don't have much connection to her outside of geneing her up, but I have to admit, she looks great! The feathers and skin aren't a one to one, but they make a cool look.

🌱 - What name, breed and colors did you choose for your custom progen and why?

Like said before, I joined FR at a freshly 18, so my reasons and tastes have changed so much since then. My progen is name Ceraes, which was a cleaned up key smash to sound draconic. He was a gaurdian because it was the more classic dragon looking of the plentiful breeds(he's a tiny bogsneak now). His chosen colors, obsidian and purple was purely off the fact that I thought it looked cool and edgy back then. I've never scattered him and I'm glad for that because he's a bit of a time capsule along with his old ass lore in his bio.

Then vs now of the old man:

[grabowskibeepboop]

How I imagine my ships in season 2:

Not my ship but canon so we have to talk about Enax: they're falling apart, Enid's ditching Ajax a lot to go help Wednesday, but Ajax isn't that bothered at the end of the day really, he just goes on dates alone. They eventually break up after Wednesday accidentally spills the beans about Eugene liking Enid, because Ajax realizes he doesn't feel jealous for Enid.

Wenclair: they're dumbasses who don't realize either that they like the other, or that they should let themselves like the other, they try to focus on the main mystery but they can't solve it before discussing what is going on between them.

Pettinger (it's not a ship based off of canon interactions, so I'm not expecting it to be canon, but one can dream): it's the beginning of their relationship, they bond a lot while Ajax is being ditched by Enid, and he just falls hard, even tho he doesn't realize at first, but he starts simping and helping Eugene become cooler because he likes a girl, and Eugene is really flustered because noone has ever shown this much interest in him. After Wendesday accidentally outs Eugene out on liking Enid, Ajax relizes he's not into her anymore, but has fallen for Eugene, and Eugene realizes he has also pretty much forgotten about his feelings for her. Then they have the sweetest relationship.

Tylorpe: both of them are down bad for each other, but Xavier still holds a grudge againts Tyler, and Tyler is just trying to get Xavier's attention 24/7. They do spent a lot of time together even tho they're not on the best terms, but they're roommates, and Tyler is on a mission to get Xavier to be his master so he can stay at Nevermore. But he's also dealing with self-hatred and regret sleeping in the bed of someone he killed, studying in the school he helped almost destroy, and one of these days it's all gonna come out of him and Xavier's gonna forgive him and they're gonna smooch.

Bianca and Lucas: okay I don't accually ship this either, I'm just okay with it because it's canon and I don's ship them with anyone else. I dunno if I like them together or not, because I do feel like the two bigger characters with colored skin together could be a bit controversial, but who am I to say that? I do think it'd be a great twist if Lucas died, mimicking the myth that mermaids lure men into their death. And y'know, the show is gonna need deaths.

[callico-awts]

Me want to share lil TanZen au idea of mine(yes my brain kept cooking shet ideas) hehehe

Yes it's angsty asf also sorry in advance for lots of words and grammar incorrections hshshshs

Enjoy ig ^ ^

it takes place ofc from the og (Taisho era ) zen has a incurable disease (a terminal disease hshshsgdgs) and he kept it a secret from everyone includes tanjiro too except for shinobu (she knows and maybe other ppl do ig), yes he has feelings for tanji but also kept it a secret but some ppl know about his feelings for him hehe. and zen assumes that tanji will never reciprocate his feelings and he loves kanao(but tanji only see her as a friend shshhs). Tanjiro sense that there's something wrong with him and he's like "are you alright, zenitsu?" and zen be like "it's nothing, I'm just tired.." On their next mission zens health worsens and he killed the demon or maybe the fight against muzan where tanji became a demon, zen tried his best to help, so kanao would inject the antidote on him then when they turn back tanji to human, that's where zen died and well for him it's a nice death knowing, there will be no more demons and finally everyones at peace and he saved tanjiro and the only thing he regrets is not confessing Kamado tanjirou but atleast he will see his gramps again and maybe kaigaku(??)..

Now, for tanjis pov. he's so worried about his friend and as day goes by, zenitsu doesn't seem to be getting any better. he also noted that his skin that was once like the color of fresh peaches now turned into lifelessly pale white and his sweet scent replaced with rottening and metal(blood??) . He doesn't know why he felt deep worry and concern for zen but he just brushed it off as "well, he's my friend that's why I'm worried". Even tho zen said that "it's just a silly fever and nothing serious.." but through his scent.. what he says we're lies.. It's not just a fever, it's not because he's exhausted from their missions... If it's just exhaustion why does his scent smell so rottening and there's subtle smell of metal to the mix. the scent of peaches he loves so much are there but the rottening scent are overpowering.. he realizes how zenitsu mean so much to him and these feelings are new to tanjiro. Different to what you feel for a family, friend.. tanjiro promised to himself that after he turned back nezuko to human and defeat muzan.. he will confess zenitsu his feelings for him...

But he's too late now.. isn't he??

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Sorry that this is long for a idea au huhu and cringy ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ

Idk this kind of au has been in my mind for a lot and I need more TanZen angst with zen being ded cuz most of the fics i read it's mostly tanjiro who's dying.. and yes I gave it a name already for the au and maybe i'll make art or write(?) even tho I suck at it...

Hope you've been fed and enjoy thy random post, tnx for listening to my tedtalkwjshdh

Adios-

[sadsoftserve]

I may have just a tiny problem. Just an ennie winne one.

Anyway, meet Adriana (I have no clue why tf her skin is green. Damned color theory.)

Adriana-

Epithet- File: Adriana is able to file things (objects, information, ect) into files, she's able to sort them, and her epithet grants her smarts in filing systems (Dewey decimal system, and computer systems).

Personality- She's the type to hold grudges easily, however she is also very forgiving (kinda counterproductive tho). She's ambiverted, she likes being alone, but needs social interaction from time to time. She's described as nice, however she loves to be sarcastic and judge people.

Other important info-

She's a teacher at the Sweet Jazz school. She teaches math. This is her day job. She's also the Sweet Jazz police stations archivist. This is her night/weekend/summer job (because teachers get paid jack shit)

Adrianas family is huge, like huge, huge. She has 5 siblings and 7 nieces and nephews along with 10 cousins. (I am NOT making character sheets for these people, to much work and I'm lazy)

She's mixed Taiga and Desert race.

Relationships-

Percy- A friend and co worker. Both get along well, however Percy does not understand her sarcasm at times (iykyk) Other than that, both get along and talk.

Naven- Annoyed that he can't get his class under control. Yell at him for this, he swears it'll get better. It doesn't. So Adriana has to yell at the class for him.

Molly- One of her students, Molly is not good at pre algebra (that's what 7th graders take, right?) And so Adriana takes extra time to help her. Adriana is also concerned about her absences.

Trixie- Another one of her students. Decent student, mediocre at the subject, though Adriana has had to break up a couple of fights between Trixie and other students.

Phoenicia- Another one of her students. Good kid, participates, good at the subject and helps other kids. Likes to talk though.

Ramsey- Boy this one is a doozy. They dated in high school, junior and senior year. Broke up due to "artistic differences" in other words, she didn't like that he was leaning into crime. So they broke up. She would live to regret this.

But, then the western arc happened. And now he's a good guy! So they give it a shot, and it's working! Wow, you'd be surprised at Adrianas regret at breaking up with him in high school.

[afarcryfrommymain]

could i have the full clear on olive? :3c

Oh hell yeah my girl (ask game here)

1) Full Name: Captain Olivia Aurora Laurier, Olive for short

2) Best Friend: Ends up being Carmina, they're abt the same age n everything (tho Cap is maybe 2 years older? Havent decided exactly yet)

3) Sexuality: Ace/Aro girlie doesn't care for it doesn't need it

4) Favorite Color: Purples and Yellows

5) Relationship status: single

6) Ideal mate: see number 3

7) Biggest turn ons: see #6

8) Favorite food: probably fish, tastes good and attached to good memories

9) Crushes:

10) Favorite Music: any song on Acoustic catches her easy but shes also in love with the few times she's heard a violin paired with a non classical genere (think Dirty Harry by Gorillaz-one shes heard or Are you Satisfied by Marina and the Diamonds-one she hasn't but would love)

11) Biggest Fear: Losing people she loves

12) Biggest fantasy: her mom and dad would describe the plots of Ghibli films to her while in the bunker when she was bored of her books and she's always wanted to live in a comfortable little village and eat bread. She wants a flying broom or to befriend wild animals (she loves Horatio with her whole heart btw)

13) Bad Habits: bites her nails and the skin around them (especially when stressed which is always)

14) Biggest Regret: Left to help with a highwaymen base while her dad was sick and was never able to say goodbye

15) Best Kept Secret: in the funnier side; found really old beer and drank it and believes Rush never found out (he did but never said anything- shes bad at secrets tbh)

16) Last Thought: (fuck what does this one even mean???) "I hope I'm leaving here better than when I arrived"-final thought ever? Ig?

17) Worst romantic experience: she read and heard a lot of people talking about romance (she's like 16 at this point) so she picks one person out thats her age and is like "idk what dating is like we should try" and the other person just was really weird abt how competent she was the entire time. And she was like "its probably normal to hate kissing" and eventually Rush was like "bud- no? Thats not- no????" And when she told the other dude they threw a hissy fit abt it and got into a fight with each other, eventually it was sorted but it was uncomfortable fr.

18) Biggest Insecurity: she's 5' even and everyone in her life is at least an inch taller than her and she hates it

19) Weapon of Choice: Saw Launcher and I've decided that she should get a stop sign like Maddness Combat instead of a shovel; ya know as a treat

20) Role Model: Thomas Rush, of course.

[inkfire-scribe]

I'm about as white as they come, so take this for whatever it's worth-

Y'all, BIPOC have always had it harder than us. I had the distinct displeasure to see this in action just a few months ago. I was on a cruise - so it's already mostly a bunch of middle-aged or retired white folk. Some of the staff are folk of color, and they seem friendly enough, but I've seen some of them actively avoid being alone with passengers, and it hurts to know that it feels necessary to them, just to protect themselves. (Not physically, I don't think, but protecting themselves from misjudgment and/or social awkwardness with a bunch of old white people who have probably never even spoke to a black person in the last five years.)

Anyway, so I'm in line for the buffet behind this older gentleman with a frankly enviable natural tan and a snazzy Hawaiian shirt. It's casual, but clean and obviously nice, buttoned up and even tucked in. I thought it was extra, but mostly because it made me feel a bit underdressed. XD But he's waiting beside an empty container that's supposed to have sausages or something in it - I don't remember what it was exactly. But he waited for a good while, and eventually gave up and moved on. But as I approached the container to read the label, one of the attendants came over right then and said "oh let me get that for you" and took the empty tray away. Came back about 30 seconds later with a full one.

I wanted to call out to the man and tell him there was more, but he'd already moved on to the drinks, and I felt a bit awkward about summoning him back. I regret not saying anything, honestly. It might have been a coincidence.

Might.

But here's the thing - it doesn't actually matter if it was a coincidence? Because as someone dear to me pointed out recently, it's not the intent that makes something sexist, racist, ableist, etc. It's the experience of the person being discriminated against that makes the difference. Is it consistent? Is from more than one source? Is it impacting your quality of life? Congratulations, you're a victim of discrimination.

Obviously that doesn't mean that I don't get discriminated against, but I can tell you with complete certainty that I have never been racially profiled or discriminated against on the basis of my skin color. What people dislike about me is harder to identify, because it's not literally on my skin. As it happens, I am trans, gay, disabled, AND autistic (not a woman anymore tho). But none of those are things that can be seen at a first glance unless I have my walker with me, which I don't most of the time. My life is easier than the AU version of me with dark skin.

I don't think that should be the case, but I can't control or remove the system that makes it that way. So instead, I cherish and care for my BIPOC friends, and I will stand up for them in public (if they want me to). If you have BIPOC friends, treat them like fucking royalty, because they get more shit in a week than most of us deal with in a month, and they deserve to know they're worthwhile.

i dont think whites understand how being white makes literally everything easier.

it effects everything.

being trans is easier when youre white.

being gay is easier when youre white.

being disabled is easier when youre white.

being a woman is easier when youre white.

being autistic is easier when youre white.

oppression is eased when you are white, as you get extra privileges, and your whiteness is seen as a positive characteristic that in some ways counter-balances your other forms of being a minority. whiteness controls everything.

you are automatically way more innocent in your own oppression as a gay, trans, disabled person because of your whiteness.

never forget this.

[the-acid-pear]

Today's dream was mental.

I was in this ysrd and there were a lot of onions on the table and and there were masculine role models there it was a party and turns out my friend my irl was getting married to her mom but her appearance was that of Shun from Saint Seiya and there was a Hyoga too who was like, in a clip from the show? "I love you too, shun" while smiling smugly. And on the tv there was bald Vegeta (the no forehead one too, you'd see the buzz tho) nd he was in saint Seiya in the city and Vegeta was calling out for someone angry as he is but more worried then there's an explosion and red trees like those in the Minecraft end come out from the ground and back into it and a figure of an electric tower fades in an out and my dad gets emotional and I'm like holy shit I need to watch this show.

My friend also had a mini shun as a child. And her mother wasn't anyone just a generic middle aged woman. I wasn't happy about this AT ALL btw.

We then had to leave the place to go to the wedding which, like... It either was in my grandma's house or we were leaving from there 🤔 not sure. But I left and we were many in a bus and we were discussing we needed a cake and I remember saying dijiste torta y me acordé que tenía un asiento acá because apparently in this dream sitting in a single bus seat (like, not in the pairs, in the solo ones) is innuendo or something for being a hard full horny lesbian. Before that I was leaning onto the divider talking to two friends from highschool I believe? My irl was in their class too so it makes sense, these were mean boys tho.

Eventually the bus stopped and I got off with 4 random women two middle aged to teens daughter of one of them, the women short, one skinny one fatter, the daughters tall and lanky, everyone on the darker skin tone side.

I immediately regretted my decision and I was like Y'ALL GOING TO THE WEDDING?! 😟 And they were like yeah, of course! and we headed to take another bus and I had no sube because I don't have one and I told the woman, the skinny one, if she'd pay for me but she was like I don't have money sorry and then the bus driver grabbed HIS one and payed it for me like a legend... But then I realized i was missing my backpack.

And this was the second time I misplaced it because on the first bus I couldn't locate it for a while since there were 3 in total and one was camouflaged like mine but mine was heavier and contained... Something ? Else?? On the back. But I saw one of the lanky girls who was blonde had one so I was like ah maybe the girl has it...! But no, it was hers, so I had to leave the bus in a rush because I needed mine.

So I did and I started wandering trying to go over my steps. City was colorful and pretty and it wasn't argentina it was somewhere else. Although I saw places like la casa rosada and the same but white too. On a trash container to the side there was a concrete block and on top (block was the height of the container) 3 little figured of this wild cat like creature with a heart. They were in different poses and he was in 2 legs and looked kinda fucked kinda off but those tiny toys used to look like that. Fur was also dramatically shaded with strong darker tips against his lighter fur and such. Face was a bit human but his kitty mouse was big. Details aside, I picked one. For good luck.

I kept wandering and I walked past a very skinny brunette woman with Pinterest cool clothes, no one was here except for her, well, no one but two men that came afterwards in jeans and with tans and blonde spiky hairs who did some gesture in my direction before deciding to follow me like an rpg party. They kept trying to flirt with me and I talked with them but I was so stressed out and uncomfortable bc i was also in pain and worried and upset about my friend that I couldn't be even shy.

With them we ran into a different wedding kind of like fair which I'm sure I saw a horse at somewhere. There was also a library and an old man who war urging us w his looks to gtfo

And we kept wandering only once I tried to ask the boys what they did for a living but they didn't answer and I found a backpack, but it wasn't mine. But it had some weird sticker than said I ❤️ AI but didn't really see the bottom so I'd have said DYING or ART or PORN, either way they made me laugh. They were light blue in a desaturated tone like they'd been abandoned there. (We were forgotten by the rapture and we didn't even notice....... /J)

BUUUT as we went around further in this japanese looking apartment we ran into a bed and WOULDN'T YOU KNOW my BACKPACK WAS THERE WOOOOO ‼️‼️‼️ but now I had to get there somehow. I left at 2 pm or so and it was 6 pm now. I was so worried and scared no one would pick me up or perhaps the wedding was over and I couldn't stop them or...

I remember drawing or visualizing a drawing on the sand of a sad bear saying... Something. But I wanted to add ON COKE at the end too fsr referencing the cocaine bear?? And I didn't know who to call and I was getting anxious and...

Suddenly I was watching moonlight jewel make twilight sparkle. And I tried to go back to the dream but couldn't. It was twilight sparkle time.

So yeah one of the fucking wildest ones.

[peachesandmilktea]

Dabi would be so much rougher if he knew Hawks was reader’s brother tho

Like imagine the resentment and pent up anger about hawks taken out on her sister

What if hawks was the undercover cop and instead of directly punishing him, Dabi went for reader (rough noncon)

Squid Game AU - Frontman!Dabi x Hawks' Sister!Reader

Part 2.

Squid Game Masterlist

TW: Noncon, Some Coercion (but Reader definitely doesn't consent), Forced Oral (m. receiving), Abduction, a gun is used as a threat.

In a way, she looked like him, Dabi thought.

Not necessarily in the traits of her face. Not necessarily in the color of her eyes nor in the way she bit her lower lip when she opened the door to him. Not necessarily in the shape of her jaw, and certainly not in the graceful curves of her body.

No, the similarity laid somewhere else.

She looked like Hawks when she gazed at him.

With betrayal in her eyes.

“So, you said on the phone that you’ve seen my brother, right?” She asked as he sat in her tiny little kitchen, a cup of coffee in front of him on the scrawny table. “Any idea where he is? I’ve been trying to contact him for days now, but he’s completely disappeared.”

Dabi had seen him, of course. He still had him, even, chained up in that dark basement they’d put him in when they caught him lurking on the island, trying to find any hints on the murder games that took place there. He might have found some, but it didn’t matter now.

Keigo Takami was as good as dead, and Dabi was going to relish in his punishment right before putting a bullet through his head.

And of course, that cute little sister of his was going to help him achieve that.

“Yeah, I’ve seen him. I could take you to him if you’d like.”

She smiled politely, and Dabi almost could have believed it, that faked shyness, that pretend sweet kindness of hers, if only he hadn’t seen the glint of a blade hiding in her sleeve.

It took him only a second to catch her wrist, sticking the barrel of his gun to her forehead. Her knife slipped in his palm and he calmly tucked it in his pocket, safe and out of reach from her hands.

And yet, she said nothing. Simply gritted her teeth and glared at him, all of her cute little gentleness left behind now that he’d seen right through her and oh, if she could have killed him with a look, Dabi was sure she would have.

She was going to be so much fun.

“So, what gave me away?” He asked with a smile, amusement filling his tone.

"Keigo would never associate with someone like you," she spat, and he barked a laugh, using the barrel of his gun to gently replace a strand of her hair that had fallen gracefully in front of her eyes.

"Oh, but he has, sweetheart. And that's why I'm here. You're his punishment for trying to trick me."

Her eyes widened, her glossy lips parted in surprise, and the simple sight of her, of her fear swarming in her pretty irises, of the trembling of her hands as she held them nervously in front of her, of the slight tilt of her eyebrows that made her look unsure for the first time since he'd entered her home, all of it went right to his cock and he felt it harden, pushing against the fabric of his pants and begging for attention.

"My brother will make you regret whatever you're about to do," she snarled, faking confidence but Dabi simply smirked and pulled a pair of handcuffs from his pocket, holding them nonchalantly in front of her face.

"Put them on. Hands behind your back."

When she hesitated, he leaned towards her, voice low and deep as he whispered in her ear:

"I want you to do it yourself, sweetheart. Tie your hands behind your back and kneel down before me."

And maybe it was the threat that lingered in his tone, or maybe it was the barrel of his gun still gently stroking the skin of her throat, or maybe it was simply the realization that Dabi was the only one who knew what had happened to her dearest big brother Keigo, but still, Hawks' cute little sister took the handcuffs with trembling hands, closed them on her own wrists behind her back and slowly, carefully, kneeled on the kitchen floor right in front of him, her mouth the perfect height to rub over his crotch when he caught her hair in a tight, mean grip.

"Good girl," he praised with a smile. "Now get to work. Who knows what'll happen to you and your sweet brother if you don't."

He swiftly unbuckled his belt and pulled down his underwear, giving her a few seconds of freedom to marvel at the monster of a cock right in front of her eyes, lined with silver piercings that faintly glinted in the low lights of the kitchen. Then, his hand went under her chin, fingers cruelly diggin in the soft, plump skin of her cheeks, and she opened her mouth, her adorable little pink tongue coming to tease him and give kitten licks all along his shaft.

He let out a low groan of pleasure, petting her hand with uncharacteristic gentleness when she finally took him between her lips.

"You're so damn good at this," he let out while pulling her closer, and closer, until the tip of his cock hit the back of her throat. "I should thank that goddamn cop Hawks for leading me right to you, shouldn't I? It's only thanks to him that his sweet, adorable sister is now sucking my cock like a good little whore."

Tears pooled in her eyes and rolled down her cheeks as the filthy words fell from his lips, and the sight of her despair only made him harden, made him go rougher with his strokes inside her mouth, made him groan and moan when she gagged on the sheer length of him.

And, right before fucking her throat at last, he pulled his phone from his pocket.

Opened the camera.

And started recording.

She froze and looked at him, his cock still safely tucked on her tongue in between the sweet walls of her mouth, her eyes wet and reddened with pure, raw distress, her gaze pleading and begging him not to do whatever he was about to.

He simply smirked.

"Smile for the camera, sweetheart," he said, and caught her hair in a tight grip to pull her to him so harshly that her nose hit his pelvis right at the moment she let out a pained yelp around his cock. She gagged, struggled in his embrace as the length of him cut her airway, but there was no escaping him nor his cock, not when her hands were tied behind her back and she kneeled there, defenseless, all for his hands to take and abuse.

And she had done it all herself, they both knew. Had been convinced she'd be able to take him on, had opened her door and let him enter, had kneeled before him and put his handcuffs on her own wrists.

She wasn't so confident now.

It was only when she started passing out that he toppled over the edge of his orgasm, filling her mouth with white, heavy, sticky cum and letting the white drops of it sit on her tongue when he pulled out.

He used two fingers to push down her lower lip, forcing her to open her mouth wider so that he could clearly capture the way he'd defiled her all on his phone camera.

"Perfect, sweetheart. You can swallow now."

Hesitation sparked in her eyes for a second but she still did it, still swallowed all of it and even stuck out her tongue as a proof that she'd obeyed him like a good, tamed little pet.

She was fun indeed.

"Will you let me go, now?" she asked, her voice now barely a whisper, so low he almost didn't hear it.

"Let you go? No, you're coming with me."

She blinked, surprised, her lower lip wobbling as if she was struggling against more and more tears, and Dabi was sure that she was.

"B-but I thought..."

He closed the camera app on his phone, gave her a gentle smile as he softly stroked her cheek.

"This? This was just me indulging in a little foretaste, and a souvenir for myself. No, I'm taking you with me, and then..."

His fingers traced the shape of her jaw, delighting in the soft trembling of it as she shivered, eyes pleading when she gazed at him, still kneeling like a little sacrifice right before slaughter.

"I'm going to fuck you right in front of your dear brother, just before I put a bullet through his head."

She cried, and he cradled her like a child, his touch reassuring and threatening at the same time.

Yes. She was going to be fun.

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I think I might just edit this a bit and repost it someday with the canon BNHA setting! So not Squid Game AU and not quirkless. I really want to write about Hawks more ahhhh

Please tell me what you think ❤

[the-blueberry-sage]

I am also not a child of r/196, but I'm happy to participate!

1. Name: prefer not to say my real one ;) y'all can call me Blue if you want, or anything else idk

2. Pronouns & gender: Any pronouns, you decide! I've been gender confused for months but I believe I'm agender at this point in time

3. Sexuality: Aromantic and Asexual

4. Country: Norway

5. Top 5 fandoms: bit outta my depths here. I mostly drift around the internet without stepping too deep into like more than maybe 1 fandom at a time. I can tell you stuff I like tho, since im more likely to like fan content of it. Zelda stuff is my current main thing. Spyro, Brawlhalla, i used to really like Harry Potter but idk how to feel about it since it's really hard to separate what I used to like from the Fuckery of Queen Terf... ... Puss in Boots is really good! I keep getting Persona content in my feed and, while I've never played any of the games, a lot of that fanart is really nice! So keep that coming lol

6. What is your most forbidden snack: cat toe bean.

7. Would you pet a bug: If it's big enough that I wouldn't need to worry about crushing it, chill enough that I wouldn't need to worry about it crushing me, and not overly slimy, yeah sure

8. Share a weird fact/story about yourself with the class: My skin can't handle saltwater. I get all sore and itchy. I don't know why, I'm not allergic to salt or anything. I think it's just the crystals messing something up. So yeah, sensitive skin means I can't swim in the sea... at least not without regretting it...

9. What does the color blue taste like: blueberries...

10. What's the most beautiful thing you've ever seen: Probably this

Not the most spectacular thing exactly, but something about this shattered piece of coast really mesmerized me. Idk, I like nature and the photo, good as it is, doesn't do it justice :/

11. Stupidest thing you've ever done: When I was a child, my dumbass child brain for some reason decided we were gonna make "the most lethal concoction." So I mixed water with basically anything and everything potentially poisonous I could find, which included stuff from every bottle I could find in both the bathroom and washing room. That would be mostly perfumes from my mom, but also a whole lot of cleaning products. So I might have made mustard gas... At least I was somehow aware enough to mix it all outside...

12. Stupidest thing you've heard/seen someone else do/say: Old friend I hadn't seen in like 5 years casually admits he doesn't believe in covid... this was in 2021... Haven't heard from him since

13. Hyperfixation song: Hysteria by Spiritbox

14. Is there any meaning behind your profile picture and/or username: My pfp is my cat. His name is Leo, he is 13 years old. I love him!

My username is a bit of a story. Basically there's this tiny island barely off the coast not too far away from where I live. It's connected to the mainland at low tide and it's cone-shaped. It's steep hill everywhere but the very top. The entire thing is a forest and absolutely covered in blueberries. So yeah, I went in and returned about an hour later with a bucket full of berries, scraped up to hell and back and fucking covered in moss, grass, twigs and other foresty artifacts. The Blueberry Sage returns with great gifts... We made jam. It was good. I'm not going back lol

15. Dream career as a child: Carpenter. I don't know why.

16. Dream career as an adult: Artist. I do know why

17. Thoughts on cilantro: I don't taste soap. I can eat it. I am worthy!

18. Have you been banned form a location? No. I am good boy

19. What is your cursed food combination? So in Norway it seems around half of people I've mentioned this to think it's normal while the other half think I'm mad. I'm curious what the rest of the world will think. We have a thing called "makrell i tomat" basically boxed mackerel in tomato sause. Take that on a slice of bred with way to much mayonnaise on it. Delicious. Kinda healthy. But I do feel like a gremlin eating this

20. Trans rights: Yes. Now.

I'll tag a few people too I guess, but I'm locked into this post now and I don't wanna type this all up again, so I can't check who has already been tagged elsewhere or who is relevant to tag lol. Sorry about that @junpei-iori-ace-defective @theearthmagicguy @charyou-tree @supersexyghotmew95

“I just came from r/196” ask game

Saw another post. I think I should invite y'all to one of our longstanding traditions. Answer the questions then tag 10 (or more) people. I'll go first.

Name? Frankie

Pronouns and gender? he/they/it, transmasc

Sexuality? Lesbian

Country? USA

Top 5 fandoms? Bungou Stray Dogs, Cosmere, All for the Game, Fundiesnark (not a series but I'm too deep in it to not consider it a fandom), .....the tornado fandom? (they're my special interest)

What is your Most forbidden snack? The preserved bones at the Atlanta Bodies Exhibition. They looked so crunchy...

Would you pet a bug? If it's big enough, it is pettable.

Share a weird fact/story about yourself with the class. I like to drive around rural areas and photograph old, sometimes abandoned locations in the dead of night. I have been literally chased out of towns by foot and by car on two separate occasions. The second time this happened, "See You Again" by Miley Cyrus came up on shuffle and that's the soundtrack my friend and I tore out of town to. Also every "guy" I've dated except for my most recent ex (who has big egg energy) is a lesbian now.

What does the color blue taste like? Creme brulee

What is the most beautiful thing you've ever seen? The appalachian mountains of Tennessee in the middle of summer. There's kudzu everywhere. On the backroads, there were several old, dilapidated Baptist churches barely hanging to the side of the mountain. I wonder how many of them were still in use.

What is the stupidest thing you've ever done? Short version: my friend's house almost got broken into by this dude who'd been stalking us for months while we were home alone. Instead of calling the cops, we decided to confront him with a bow and arrow (me), a hatchet, and a baseball bat (him). The plan was that if it went badly, we would simply throw his corpse into one of the many lakes in the neighborhood and let the alligators eat his remains (this was Florida). Why? Because we were afraid of having our home-alone privileges revoked. Luckily for us all, the guy fucked off and we never saw him again.

Stupidest thing you've seen/heard someone else do/say? My ex thought that Jackalopes were real. Also, a nurse I was doing rotations with apparently thought that "Witness Protection" was for Jehovah's Witnesses.

Hyperfixation song? Young Enough + Bleach by Charly Bliss

Is there any meaning behind your profile picture and/or username? Profile pic; I'm transmasc and I'm currently obsessed with TriStamp. Username; It was my fake internet name when I was like 13. I won't change it because I want my mutuals to recognize me, and because I do have a viral post associated with this name.

Dream career as a child? Doctor (funnily enough I'm now in nursing school)

Dream career as an adult? Professional Jester. Not a comedian. I just want to be some weird little guy who dresses silly and you can hire me to roast your boss at work parties.

Thoughts on cilantro? Delicious

Have you ever been banned from a location and if so, why? I honestly can't remember? Probably... but in recent memory I've mainly banned people from places.

What is your cursed food combination? Pineapple on a hotdog with grilled onions. It Slaps.

Trans rights? TRANS RIGHTS

Tagging: @rocket-mankoi @mostlymarco @atleast8courics @jazzlike39 @gemsweater72 @limbobilbo @ameliaaltare @redcrane112 @theoneofwhomisblue @twinkenjoyer @theultimatecarp and anyone else who wants to jump on

[cdroloisms]

Do you consider a possibility that c!Punz never betrayed c!Dream in the first place and whole "I'm sorry, Dream -- but you should have paid me more" thing was a facade and undercover for Punz? Like Dream said that Punz should not associated with him, so it was intentional-

staged disc finale theory my beloved !!! :D it’s definitely one of my favorite theories, though i’m still holding out (for now) as for believing super firmly in one direction or another (tho the staged finale is definitely the one i prefer for Many reasons, haha.) c!punz is so so fun no matter if the betrayal was intentional or not, but oh boyyyy if it was something planned ,,, man . 

*c!dream voice, after quackity starts visiting*: the risk i took was calculated, but man am i bad at math. 

anyway c!punz and c!dream interactions make me soft as heck so have this !!

tw: implied torture, abuse, violence, blood, injuries, emotional distress, panicking, dehumanization, unhealthy coping mechanisms, unhealthy mindsets, illness, trauma, flashbacks, starvation mention, suicide mention, death mentions, dark content, dark imagery, prison arc/pandora’s vault themes, c!quackity critical/dark portrayal of c!quackity

Dream comes to in vague moments and flashes. 

There’s a hand brushing over his forehead, too gentle to be Quackity or the Warden, not Techno because Techno is Gone and he has Left and won’t come again, running through the sweat-soaked locks and pulling them back out of his forehead. He’s unbearably hot, shifting around on the ground, only barely registering it moving beneath him. Water, cool and clear, is tipped in between his lips, quenching his thirst and easing the dryness of his mouth. Someone speaks, voice low and rumbling, and even though he’s unable to make out the words, there’s something about the cadence of them and the specific rhythm in which they move and rise and dip that is bone-achingly familiar, enough to lull him into a fitful sleep. Through it all, there is always something, someone, lingering in the edges of his vision, a shadow standing near and watching over him; part of him remembers Quackity, remembers the Warden, and recoils in fright; another part of him remembers Techno, remembers the barest flashes of a life before obsidian and lava and pain and hell, and wants nothing more than to get closer. 

When the fog in his head finally clears away enough to think, the first coherent thought he has is oh fuck, I need to piss. 

Which, out of all possible things to think, is probably up there as one of the worst, and he’s sure that when his head feels a little less like it’s trying to actively kill him (ha, let it- it’s far from the first to try) the panic will settle in as it always does. As it is, he’s exhausted, and hungry, and he really really needs to pee- so he forces his eyes open to move away from where he’s probably still stuck in a puddle of dried blood in the middle of his cell.

The second coherent thought he has is this: this isn’t Pandora. 

The realization has him thoroughly awake, eyes snapping open out of his previous fatigue to take in his surroundings, feet kicking out to the weight on top of them that he hadn’t even noticed was there, panicking against his restraints that end up not being restraints at all, giving way easily under his thrashing and resolving to what appears to be a thick blanket when he has the mind to look. With the covers gone off of whatever he’s lying on (a bed?) he’s suddenly, unbearably cold - the prison has always been hot, the lava baking into him and leaving his skin sticky with sweat, and he thinks that the room he’s in is probably not meant to feel like a fucking freezer, but after months of being one wrong step away from heatstroke, anything cooler than the goddamn Nether feels like literal ice against his skin. The room is wooden and cozy and oddly familiar, an open door leading to what appears to be a bathroom and a closed one going who knows where, window panes built into the opposite wall to let the sunlight in. It’s a nice room, all things considered, and Dream fucking hates it. 

He pulls himself to his feet, cursing at the wobbly edge to his stance when he finally manages to stand, his vision wavering dangerously in time to the spinning of his head. His eyes flick between the two doors - he still needs to go to the bathroom, and using it now will lessen the amount of things to get in the way of his escape in the future - but at the same time, there's no knowing when people will come to (hurt him, beat him, starve him, punish him, leaving him bruised and bleeding and half-dead on the floor just as he deserves) him and he needs all the time he can get to get the hell away. In the end, he slinks into the bathroom, ignoring the thudding in his chest as he does so - at the very least, the cabinets in the thing might provide him with some manner of a weapon. 

He’s only just past the door on the way out - a fucking broomstick in his hand because it’s all he could find - when his ears catch on the sound of metal clicking against each other and his eyes fall on the knob of the other door shaking as someone makes their way in. All at once, panic slams into him - goddammit, he should’ve just run when he had the chance - and he directs quick, desperate glances at the window. Maybe, if he’s fast enough, he can book it out of there and disappear into the trees; it’ll hurt, but it’ll be better than getting caught. Anything would be better than getting caught-

 “Dream?” 

Dream blinks. All at once, the same feeling of getting the air punched out of him returns, but combined with something warm and floaty wrapping around his chest, something almost a little like relief - and hell, if that isn’t something he’s not felt for a while. 

“Punz?” 

Punz is standing in the doorway, hoodie rumpled, expression more than a little frazzled; Dream’s breath hitches at the sight of the sword strapped to his side, but their face holds none of the harsh edges and cold-dark-hard hatred that had characterized the Warden and Quackity’s visits, mouth slightly parted and eyes shining with nothing but what appears to be shock and concern. The sight of them, again, nearly has Dream dizzy, a swell of tangled, unexplainable emotion rising to the back of his throat as he sways on his feet. He hadn’t thought that he would see Punz again, he realizes, had never thought he’d see his stupid gold chain and his stupid outfit he never bothered changing, ever, or that same lopsided smirk and pale blue eyes- the last time he’d seen them, it was in that vault, their mouth twisted up in the act the two of them had decided on and eyes shimmering with unease and regret; as far as goodbyes went, it wasn’t the worst, not when Punz was one of the few to never leave him, not really, not when something ached in their expression other than the hatred that had colored all of the other expressionless faces watching him die. Months later, alone in Pandora, he must’ve grown resigned, or something, the repeated reminders that he would die alone and afraid and it would be nothing more than he deserved settling into his skin and against his bones; Punz’s expression twists, visible even across the room, and- oh. 

They must’ve thought the same thing, too.

“What are you doing out of bed?” Punz asks, finally, and Dream decides not to point out the way his voice cracks harshly in the middle, especially when the other man strides forward and starts to awkwardly herd him back in the direction of the bed - covers still thrown to the floor - in the middle of the room. Dream lets them, not replying because he doesn’t really know where to even begin describing the tangled knot of panic and shock that had strung his muscles tense when he woke up in a room he didn’t recognize, not knowing if he can really describe it all at all, trying his best not to flinch at the hands flitting in the corners of his vision as he falls back into a sitting position onto the bed. His fingers settle into the mattress, pressing into the bedsheets cautiously and marveling when they fall away under the pressure. Punz watches him, expression odd, gathers the blankets from the ground and presses them over and around him in a way that’s entirely awkward but does leave him warmer than he’d been before, before walking back on his heels with an odd expression that makes Dream’s insides twist. 

“You,” Punz says after a long second, voice wavering, “are a fucking idiot,” and it’s all the warning Dream gets before a white-and-black blur is rushing towards him, arms wrapping around his chest and his vision whites out in alarm and panic. When the pain doesn’t come, he comes back to his senses enough to realize that Punz’s arms are still wrapped around him, shoulders shaking as he holds him close but not painfully, careful not to pull too much against the places on his ribs and back that leave him gasping with small shocks of pain, head pressed against the crook of Dream’s neck and hair tickling his face. Dream can feel his heart hammering in his chest, but as the panic dies something warm and long-neglected stirs in the middle of his chest, and he melts forward with a quiet hum. This is- nice. Really, really nice. 

“What were you thinking?” Punz mutters, too quiet to really be directed at him, hands curling tighter into the folds of the hoodie - oh, he’s wearing one of those, not the same stiff, bloodstained material of the prison uniform that had chafed against his skin, another constant source of pain and discomfort of thousands in the hell that had been Pandora’s Vault  - on him, and Dream doesn’t really know what to do except sit there and blink dumbly, listening to the heartbeat of the person leaning against him rumbling against his ears. It’s oddly calming, has the pressure on his chest lightening enough to take a full breath, and then another, the warmth of someone leaning against him almost too much but not enough at the same time - his eyes burn, and he ignores them. 

“I-” he doesn’t really think that Punz was really asking a question, but just ignoring his question seems rude, too, and even despite the fuzzy warmth settling into his skin and into his bones from the pressure of Punz’s arms around his body and their head against his shoulder, he’s still unable to shake the anxiety of leaving a query unanswered, a constant murmur to listen obey do as you’re told or you’re going to regret it put on a damn good show or suffer the consequences remaining no matter how hard he tries to push it away. He wets his lips when his mouth feels too dry to keep speaking, eyes fluttering closed as he leans forward further, “I don’t know what you mean.” 

“You-” Punz cuts themselves off with a wet, incredulous-sounding laugh that has Dream jerking back despite himself, meeting their ice-cold eyes when they pull themselves back to look at him. He doesn’t really recognize the expression he wears, Dream realizes with a jolt, the way his lips are pressed together and the churning in his eyes, and his lungs seize in his chest. 

“Sir-”

If anything, Punz’s expression only seems to harden, and the warmth disappears as Dream looks into their eyes - cold, two polished shards of ice, frosted over pools of water in the middle of the tundra, flinty and sharp and brilliant blue. His hands shake as he pulls them back to his chest, trembling from the chill that’s made its home in his muscles and frozen them in place - sir sorry sir please don’t hurt me im sorry please I didn’t mean to

“Fuck, Dream,” he shakes his head, and only then does Dream see the slight wobble to their bottom lip, the waver to their words like they’re struggling to keep themselves together, “why didn’t you say anything?” 

 What?

You almost died, you know,” he keeps going, not meeting his eyes as they direct their gaze out the window, “Several times, honestly. Fucking hell- when Techno brought you out- I didn’t think you would survive. I didn’t think anyone could survive that.” 

Dream swallows. He doesn’t remember getting out, doesn’t really remember much at all if he’s being honest; there was the black of the cell, the heat of the lava, Techno promising to get him out before disappearing in a flash of purple, Quackity throwing him against the wall (Where the fuck did Techno go? You better have a fuckin’ answer, pal, if you want your death to be anything resemblin’ quick-) then nothing. Everything. His heart hammering in his chest and blood slick against his skin and the press of metal against his windpipe and pain, the only constant within it all, the only thing that made any goddamn sense when the room seemed to flip and turn and twist and his feelings knotted and frayed between anger-betrayal-distress-sadness-fear-grief, when reality swirled into a dizzying blur of colors and feelings and sounds carving themselves into the inside of his skull- then here. Dream flexes his hand experimentally, marveling at the feeling - the pain is almost gone. 

He’d forgotten how it felt, really, to live and not hurt. 

“Dream,” Punz calls again, voice low and worried, and Dream can’t help the way his head snaps up to meet their eyes and can’t help the flinch that twists his neck back when their frown deepens. It’d been a show, at least he tells himself, because Quackity would stop earlier if he screamed more, but- his hands tremble at his sides, twisted into the sheets of the bed, a near-constant litany of reminders and rules beating like they have a heart of their own in the back of his head. It was a show- he feels himself almost buckle, give in under the force of the stare leveled at him, and hates himself for how weak he feels, pinned under the eyes trained on his own. He’s not sure how much of a show it is anymore. 

“Dream,” Punz repeats, words even softer, and the ugly feeling of shame and anger twists inside Dream’s chest again. Punz- ever unflappable, deadly with almost any weapon and never letting anyone see him as anything but deliberately apathetic - is watching him with an expression so uncharacteristically and unbearably gentle that it makes his breath catch in his throat. “You could’ve died,” he says once again, and the look that paints his face is so terribly vulnerable, feelings pouring over like a cup overfilled, bubbling forward and bleeding from every corner, and Dream- can’t. He doesn’t know what to do in the face of such stark emotion, doesn’t know how how to handle the way his eyes burn and his heart throbs like an exposed nerve, the way everything yawns wide in the middle of his chest into void and emptiness and pain so deeply carved in the space within his ribs that he half-thinks he’s been hollowed out entirely.

“But I didn’t.” 

Punz pulls back, but Dream isn’t looking at him, is staring at the scarred surfaces of the backs of his hands and the knobs of his knuckles sticking out against the thinned-out skin and the yellowed nails he’s pushing against the blanket, the fourth and fifth ones of his right hand missing. They shake, no matter how long he looks at them and how hard he tries to make them stay still, and he can feel a voice whispering in the back of his mind, tone too familiar to ignore. Weak. 

“I didn’t die,” he says when Punz doesn’t reply, looking at his scarred hands, weak hands, broken hands. “So it’s okay. We can keep- we can keep going.”

“Dream-” their voice is a blade scraping against an anvil, nails scraping over his ribs, his hands clamping over his ears before he’s realized he’s moved and his brain screaming at him for doing so once he realizes that he has, “-what the fuck are you talking about?” 

Still, he hadn’t survived months of Quackity’s visits by bending over the second he was pushed, so he forces his tongue to move from where it’s fallen to the bottom of his mouth like lead, feels his eyes go steely even from under the way his vision has already begun to wobble. 

“It’s not over yet,” he continues, trying to keep his words even, “‘cause I didn’t die, so we’re not done. I gotta- we have to reevaluate, of course,” he can’t stop, because the second he stops talking is the second he falls apart, so he ignores the way that Punz stiffens and stills and doesn’t let anything stop the flow of words spilling out of his mouth, “because the vault and the prison- um, obviously didn’t go as planned, but it’s fine. Just a minor- um, minor inconvenience. A setback- but it’s not- it’s not unsalvageable- we just have to-”

“Are you kidding me?” Punz cuts him off with a sharp laugh, disbelieving and just on the wrong side of desperate, and the air in Dream’s lungs freezes into a solid block of ice in the middle of his chest, “you- you’ve got to be kidding me.” 

“Punz?”

Dream’s voice comes out small, himself shrinking back into the bed, keenly aware, suddenly, of how there is nowhere he can go to run - Punz doesn’t seem to notice that he’s spoken at all, one of his hands moving up to tug through his hair, which is - now that Dream is looking - fluffier and messier than he remembers, sticking up in all directions like they didn’t bother to smooth it down.

“You think this is fine? You think that because you didn’t fucking die, that this is all okay?” Punz’s voice rises in volume slowly, not loud enough to be a shout but enough to go hard and unyielding like a threat, and with each word every remnant of the vault comes crawling, clawing back up to the front of his head, a pounding reminder to play his role, put on a show, behave behave behave-

“Goddammit, Dream,” Punz startles him out of his own thoughts, looking straight into his eyes with their ice-blue ones, “have you seen yourself?”

 Have you seen yourself? Lying down in your own goddamn filth like a fucking mutt- prime, you disgust me. 

“Your ribs were basically shattered. Your legs had fractures on both sides, and your back was so fucking torn up that it looked like more blood than skin. You’ve been starved- enough for me to see every goddamn bone in your body, it feels like. Your throat was bruised to hell- I wasn’t sure if you were gonna be able to speak again, fuck, and like a day after we got here you got fucking pneumonia.” Punz’s breath hitches, “Your skin was a literal fucking oven- I thought you’d bake yourself from the inside out. You could’ve died- you should’ve died.”

 You should’ve died a hell of a long time ago, pal- should’ve saved us all the fucking trouble and offed yourself like Wilbur fucking Soot.

He flinches, and this, Punz seems to notice, eyes widening a fraction before they pitch their voce lower, clearly taking a few breaths to calm down and reaching forward to take one of Dream’s hands loosely in his own, thumb smoothing over the bumps of his knuckles. 

“You’re not fine,” he says after a long while, shaking his head. “Hell- I’m not fine. But we’re not doing anything like- like the vault or the prison again, dude. I told you they were shit ideas- fuck. We never should’ve done that.”

“It was worth it,” Dream butts in, because he can’t imagine a world where it wasn’t, can’t imagine a world where all of that was for nothing, “it was worth it-” 

“No it fucking wasn’t, are you out of your mind?” Punz replies immediately, voice overlapping over Dream’s own, “have you listened to a single thing I’ve said? You- look at you! How was that worth it?”

Dream shakes his head stubbornly, already feeling the way his jaw is trembling around the words he forces himself to speak. “The server- it was all for the server-”

“Fuck the server!” 

Punz seems startled by their own shout, drawing back at the same time Dream does, breathing ragged. He takes a few seconds to compose himself, bringing his hand to his face as Dream sits stock still, not daring to move, hardly daring to breathe. 

“Fuck the fucking server, okay?” Punz says, finally, voice cracking in the middle, “You lost two damn lives for this server. You got fucking tortured for fucking months for this shitstain of a server. Just- fuck them. I’m not watching you tear yourself to fucking shreds for this- not again. I can’t sit around and watch you fucking die again, Dream, I can’t drag you out bleeding out in my fucking arms again- fuck-” Punz shakes their head, and oh. They’re crying. 

“No more. Fuck the server. I’m done, Dream- we’re done with them.” 

Dream blinks, so thoroughly surprised that he thinks the shock knocked him straight out of the building panic attack, leaving nothing but a slight thrumming of anxiety still simmering beneath his skin. Almost instinctually, in a motion he doesn’t really remember but still has the muscle memory for, he opens his arms- and in a similar, near-unconscious response, Punz tumbles into his arms. 

He blinks, not moving his arms to curl around the other, feeling the weight of another person against his again and the sound of their breathing and relearning them both. This is- new, for both of them. Dream was never emotional, not before the prison, not that he wanted to be after it either- but Quackity always had a particular affinity for tearing him apart, shard by shard. And Punz- he’d never been like this, even back in the day, when things were easier and they didn’t bear the constant burden of netherite against their backs. They’d always been stoic, sharp, sarcastic, cool and dry in a way that chafed against Sapnap’s fire and always led to Dream laughing at them sooner or later. He sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth, feeling the heat behind his eyes finally sear too hot and boil over, tears squeezing through his closed eyes and falling down his face. 

“Okay,” he says, finally, and there’s nothing easy about the acquiescence, not when he had poured blood and sweat and the better half of himself into this place, salted the earth with his tears until no more would come and nothing else would grow. He thinks that he will have more to think and more to say and more to protest come the next days, that the binds between him and his goals have been weaved too deep with the fibers of his soul for him to tear them free without sacrificing what broken pieces of himself he has left, but all he can think right now is how fucking tired he is. He remembers Techno’s voice, going through myth after myth to pass time in the prison, and thinks with something like humor and something like grief - let someone else be Atlas for a day. The sky is too heavy right now. Punz’s arms tighten around his body, enough to remind him that they’re there but not enough to press at his still-healing ribs, and he thinks that they might understand. “Okay.” 

[thewaywardcasgirl]

some big dragon ep 7 random thoughts

ok we're starting from where we left off

disappointing communication but it's still something

bitch clear the issues like adults

mangkorn was legit for asking about nine relentlessly and yai was legit for torturing him

them acting cute 5yos around each other

bitch that sky is as clear as y'all skin🌤️

choosing each other's date outfits 💗and yai being shyy?? whyy?? i still awwwed

so many awwws, is this is a set up for skyrocketing angst? probably. am i still gonna coo and aww at every turn? definately.

templllllleeee date!!!! so holy

bird releasing? why? what did he dooooo

why is your name mangkorn? he told you in the confession (?) yai! but this new explanation is on brand with the writer's consistent inconsistency

don't play with my heart like that with the baby talk guys I'm still 🤞 for the mpreg scare (yaya only one ep left yada yada shushh)

my idiot son y'all never bought a new memory card lmao and such good boi mangkorn always carrys a memory card to give to bf they're perfectly matched

they're so playful and happy and finally acting their age

gotta love the colors and the framing of the shots

THEY'RE BACK!! MY LOVELY LESBIANS ARE BACK with a product placement :/

sneaky boy yai

wlw mlm solidarity here we goooooooo

urgh why is he there again? nine dude TAKE the big ass NO yai gave you

nadear!!! you sweet babygirl you i love my dumbass daughter y'all

all aboard the jealousy express chuchuuuu

wake up honey new battle form dropped

the lesbians are regretting (some of) their life decisions 🫠

the lesbians wisely dipped out

awww the bird's cousin came back to thank you🐦

theme park dates my beloved

mangkorn you poor baby dragon 🤢

grandpa ride seriously 😂

slaps hand on the extended date - this baby can fit so many dates in it

hongdear seriously planning future and coming out I'm so proud yasss girl do it from a safe distance ⛑️

dragon's himbo brain strikes again 😜

you know he has a food sharing kink mangkorn!

yay the dragon plushie made it in the show! 📚

matching bracelets my beloved ☯️

turning the deep thoughts light on now are we💡

they're so happy

ok creepy

self-awareness in my big dragon?

don't ever leave me? definitely not a setup for final angst

where's my bdsm tho

i see they're making up for lost time 🫣☺️ (finally got a true to book scene)

dick so good yai went comatose, next day found him a tiger plushie aaaand covered the room with rose petals aaaandddd a yinyang rug?

also the letter reading !!!💌 mangkorn calmed him with one (1) kiss one(1)

yup!!! called it! angst setup

your dream is also my happiness 💘😭😭 was not expecting a seperation arc

all in all so much fluff and domesticity my stomach hurts and so much soft aesthetic sex my heart's on fire

the camera crew put their whole pussy into today's ep and i love them for it

i missed yai's gaudy tiger necklace though

[ladywinterwitch]

Run Away (Ten - Strangers)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Avenger! Reader

Summary: You and Steve complete each other. Your love is that strong and devoted kind of love that pushes people to things like marriage, making a family. You couldn't imagine that a baby would be something you really wished, until the possibility wasn't your choice anymore.

Warnings: pregnancy talk, fluff, A N G S T, I think that's it??

Words Count: 3739

A/n: Next chapter is longer and INTENSE

Series masterlist , main masterlist

(GIF not mine)

Y/n and Steve ended up falling asleep, which was a bit embarassing especially on his part. In the end tho they woke up around two in the afternoon and were starving. You also thought about the fact that Helen must've already set in by now. After cleaning up a bit and getting redressed the two actually went to separate directions, Steve to the gym because he had a bunch of new recruits to train by three sharp, while Y/n was heading to the kitchen.

-FRIDAY, would you call up ms Simon for me?- she found Tony, Vision and Thor in the common room so she quickly greeted them.

-Hey guys, taking a break?- she smiled when Thor got up to greet her properly. He was such a physical and affectionate person. He reminded her of a golden retriever; huge, with long hair and a heart of gold. Your smile widened when he bent down to press his ear to her belly.

-Well yes darling, do you forget that aside from kicking some ass every now and then we're basically jobless?- Tony joked. Both he and Vision were looking at you two.

-How is your pregnancy going, Y/n?- Vision asked in his posh and polite manner. She tilted her head to the side. Thor still touching the smooth and round surface. She didn't mind at all.

-It's going smoothly, thank you. Tho if I have to be honest I can't wait to at least give birth. I love my belly but it's so complicated to live with. I also miss actually moving around and exiting the tower. I don't think I've ever been so still and babyed in my life.-

-If it was an easy job, God wouldn't have gave it to women.- they all turn around when you hear an unfamiliar voice, which they soon found out to be Helen's. Thor stands straight in all his tallness and gets in front of her protectively.

-Who are you?- he asks suspiciously. She put a hand on his arm to calm him down.

-It's okay, Thor. This is Helen Simon, she's my new midwife. The one me and Steve hired this morning.- her head turns quickly to Tony then back to Helen. Tony stands up, fixing the invisible fold in his tracksuit pants and smugly walks to the older woman.

-Stark. Tony Stark. I actually hired you, but I'll let the happy couple have the glory.- he joked and you shook your head amused. They shook hands and then Vision introduced himself as well. Thor just acknowleged her with a nod. It's not like the God of Thunder had to introduce himself.

-Okay guys, see you later. I'm starving so.- you decided to cut it, but obviously Tony had to sneak in a joke. Had to.

-I'm sure cap worn you out.- Thor, which didn't know what timing was, bless his heart, decided to burst out laughing. You rolled your eyes not looking back.

-Jealousy doesn't match with your shoes Anthony.- you clapped back, still hearing Thor laugh and Tony calling him out.

A few feet down the corridor there was the kitchen, and when Y/n finally tought that her and Helen could have a minute alone, they found Wanda intently reading a book while she mover her finger around to spin the teaspoon in a mug. She looked up when they entered the room. Her finger stopped working and so did the spoon, the faint magenta colored aura disappearing.

-Hello?- she said, tentatively. Y/n ignored her cold stare and walked to the fridge taking out the leftover chicken and some salad to mix.

-She's Helen, the midwife me and Steve talked about.- there was a subtle warning in Y/n's voice. She thought 'Be nice' in her mind, and when Wanda sighed she knew she read her mind.

-Nice to meet you. If you'll excuse m- - Wanda was about to get up from the stool but the old woman's voice stopped her.

-You aren't eating that chicken cold are you? How old is it?- she walked closer, grabbing the plastic box from her hands. Both her and Wanda were a little taken aback by her bluntness, and shared a look.

-Uh..Yeah? I was actually going to put it in the salad. And it's..I'm not sure, a couple of days old? Still perfectly fresh and untouched.- she answered trying to reassure her, but she wasn't having it at all.

-This isn't eating healthy. If you want a healthy baby you need to eat properly. I'll take care of your meals from now on. - she stated, putting the box aside. - The non pregnant teammates can risk getting sick with that chicken. - Wanda's gaze darkened and her eyes took a light shade of red.

-What's that supposed to mean, old lady? - Y/n saw her fingers starting to move around with the corner of her eye and put her own hand on hers.

-Helen didn't mean anything, Wanda. She just meant that I have to be extra careful in comparison to the rest of you, ok? Don't you have to be somewhere right now?- she asked in the most calm way. The last hting she needed was Wanda yeeting Helen out of the tower on the first day. Wanda closed and picked up her book and mug, walking towards the exit of the kitchen.

-I mean, I'd like to go to the terrace to chill, but I can't.- Y/n frowned while sitting on a stool. Meanwhile Helen had already started to inspect their whole frige.

-I can feel Bucky and his girl going at it so yeah, I did not plan to watch a live performance.- she choked on water and the old lady turned around with a rather disgusted face. Wanda just shrugged and left them. The girl turned towards the older woman with an awkward smile.

-Welcome I guess.- the short fake laugh was over as soon as Helen sat in front of her, her hands conjoined in front of her.

-This isn't good.- the girl shifted uncomfortably, then uncosciously starting to rub her belly as a sign of comfort.

-What isn't?- the lady sighed. -First off, there are way too many people here. This place is chaotic, the people aren't giving you the peace that you need. This isn't a baby-space. At all. I just looked into your frigde and there isn't a single thing ready or 100% healthy probably except vegetables. Y/n if you want to be a good mother and be healthy for your baby you need to change a few things.- her words at first irritated her, setting off her protectiveness towards the people she called family, but then as she went on, she made her feel little. Like a little girl who wasn't good enough. She sighed silently.

-What would you have me do then?- she asked. Helen shrugged, still mantaining her perfect posture.

-I'm not gonna suggest you to buy a new place, because where you'll live after the baby is born is your business, but..- she paused, -I can offer you to come live at my place for these last two months or so. I have a nice, peaceful place a little outside New York. I already had eight of my patients do this, it's not so absurd.- she explained like it was the most normal thing in the world. Y/n was listening, but she wasn't convinced. She decided that she had to think about it first. She had to know for sure that she was professional and competent.

-I don't know, Helen. I'll admit that it isn't the most tranquil place to live, but...these people are my family. They have always been by my side, pregnant or not. And what about Steve? The father of my firstborn?- she marked the last phrase, tilting her head to the side. A little habit she probably took from Wanda.

-Because they care about you. But in truth, tell me, aren't you feeling like a burden? Like you get into their business?- she mirrored the young woman's expression. Y/n didn't answer at first.

-You're really not going soft on this are you?- Helen released a dry laugh. Shook her head and paused before talking.

-Yes. I began working as a nurse unofficially when I was 13 years old, during the Prague Spring reforms in '68. The hospital was in short of nurses so.- she explained, -That time wasn't easy. Not that the one before it and after it wasn't, that is. You either grow a thick skin or you don't survive.- Y/n felt for her, as she had a very similar destiny. First she doesn't know how she ended up in an orphanage, and then when she was fifteen and nobody took her, they kicked her out. She was homeless for a year until SHIELD recruited her, and the rest is history.

The older woman got up and took some vegetables, washed them and then placed them down to slice them. Y/n got up as well and started helping. She eyed the fresh eggs, so she guessed that Helen wanted to make a quick frittata.

-How did you end up in America? As midwife, nonetheless.- she asked.

-Why most foreign people come to America? Certainly not the food.- The woman responded with a slight hint of irony. The girl chuckled.

-Touché.-

-In any case, I've been here more than half of my live, moved many states mainly for my own choice. Being a private midwife pays decently.- she paused to dump the sliced vegetables into a pan with a little oil and salt.

-I became one because I was fascinated by the whole process that the woman's body goes through both before, during and after birth. I assisted two of my older sisters, and in the end ended up doing it as a job.- Y/n nodded, listening.

-That's actually amazing. But if I can ask, you do not have kids yourself?-

-No. Didn't have the possibility at first. Then decided that just it was my profession but not my future. No regrets.- she answered even tho the girl could sense that something was off. She decided not to intrude.

Silence fell between them while they were cooking, and the younger woman took the popularity to think about what she said. The woman was practical, a bit harsh maybe. But she also had a lot of experience. She didn't like the thought of leaving her family, but she had to admit that she often felt like a burden lately. More than once someone stayed behind to look after her, and even tho they didn't seem to mind at all, she did. She wasn't used to being so pampered and looked after, and sometimes she almost felt suffocated. Guess that spending many years of your life having to take care of yourself takes a toll on you.

She didn't want to decide anything without talking it out with Steve first. And it wouldn't be permanent, just for the last couple months or so, until she had the baby. If she really thought about it maybe she needed some time to reconnect with herself, to learn how to take care of her baby in the best way possible. Even the stupidest thing like cold chicken could potentially make her sick, and it was such a small thing. But that doesn't change the fact that she didn't knew. She wasn't one of those moms who surrounded herself with books teaching her every do's and don'ts, but at this point insecurity was kicking in. The last thing she would ever want was to be a bad mother even before actually becoming one.

-

Between a baby shop and another, and a whole new diet including an embarrassing amount of tea, Y/n finished her eight month of pregnancy. She was feeling as tired and as big as ever. Helen actually helped a lot both with the cooking, the health tips and with the shopping. She actually sobbed when they bought the crib. Both because she was emotional, a bit because hormones and also because Steve was again away on a mission. The whole team was actually. They had new leads in the Hungarian case and another completely different mission in South Korea, a tough one. So it required the whole team split up. That was the fist time Y/n was left alone since she knew she were pregnant. It all went smoothly, the tower actually felt quiet for once.

Y/n and Helen had found a nice dynamic, and most of the time spent time in a comfortable silence, each doing their thing. A downside that she wasn't realizing was the distance that was slowly creeping from her to the team. They didn't really like the midwife that much, Wanda, Thor and Bucky especially didn't like her at all. But Y/n felt for her, she felt like she knew her better than them so she often took her side, which hurt them back.

Steve on the other hand wasn't realizing it almost at all. All he cared about was his wife being healthy and that she got along with the midwife. They didn't sleep together often anymore, due to the fact that he was often away and she was constantly tired. Bruce did warn her at the beggining that this 'enhanced' baby would've probably tired her out, and it did at first but then she was feeling very well. She and Helen both blamed it on the tiredness of the pregnancy as a whole.

The last straw was when some of the guys, specifically Sam, Thor and Peter, whom didn't live at the tower and was rarely involved in missions because of Tony, went to see them and in some way, nobody actually know how, they made a whole ass hole in the floor above the library. Fate wanted that Y/n and Helen were reading just a few feet away. If they were just a bit closer to the door, they would've been hit by the pavement pieces.

Helen gasped and jumped out of her seat, book still in her hand by the corner. The younger woman on the other hand was more mad than anything.

She rose from the armchair, struggling a bit and marched towards the now destroyed door. The damage wasn't so bad, but it was still damage and it could've been way worse. She was fuming.

-Y/n! Shit are you okay? - Sam yelled from above. The three guys looking down from the hole they created.

-I'm so sorry it wasn't me! It was Thor! - Peter joined in and caused the God to respond, and from that a whole lot of mess arose.

The people who weren't on a mission, which were Wanda, Bucky and Tony, came running.

Y/n didn't know where to look and all of a sudden started felling a bit suffocated. She brought a hand to her forehead, distubed by the chaos arouns her.

-Stop! Fucking stop it! - she yelled, groaning from frustration. Everyone stopped talking while the girl started to feel her eyes prickle with tears of frustration.

-Why is never, ever a single day if peace in here? There's always someone around, making a mess, making noise, complaining- - she almost stumbled on a piece of ceiling that had fallen, but Bucky and Tony were right behind her and helped her stabilize herself, but she shoved them off.

-Leave me be!- she exclaimed frustrated. She huffed, trying to take a deep breath. -I'm moving out.- a chorus of 'What' arose. Bucky stepped forward and grabbed her wrist gently.

-What are you talking about?- his eyes showed confusion and panic.

-And when would have you decided this stupid thing?- Tony crossed his arms and went straight up 'Tony Stark' on her. Y/n rolled her eyes, ignoring both questions and walked out of the now damaged library. Helen followed suit.

-At least wait for Steve to return!- Wanda said. Thor jumped down, through the new hole in the ceiling and followed her like the others.

-Y/n, we're sorry! Look, I'm gonna fix the ceiling myself okay? Please don't go- Y/n's ached to see them upset, but she was tired. Too tired. She was afraid that if she had stayed more than she could withstand, their relationships could've been ruined. That was the last thing she wanted. She didn't knew exactly what was that overwhelmed her so much. She felt constantly tired and in pain, all the noise, number of people..it had become just too much. She needed to finish this pregnancy alone, or at least in a more quiet place.

She stopped in her tracks and exhaled silently. Her eyes passed through everyone in the room. Even in that moment, they were decimated because of the mission, yet there were still eight people in the room. When normally it would've been around 15. That's too many people.

-It's not your fault. It's not anyone's fault, specifically. I just.. I feel overwhelmed. There's too much going on here at the tower. And for me it's like seeing life go on without being able to do anything. I need some space, okay? It won't be forever. Hell, if everything goes well it's gonna be a month, at best. But I really, really need a break. I am going to pack and leave by afternoon, when Steve returns, just send him to the address that I'll leave for him. Okay? I love you guys, you're my family and I wouldn't be where I am today without you. Its just temporary.- she smiled softly, trying not to get emotional. Wanda was visibly upset, on the verge of crying. The others just looked sad, maybe disappointed. But nobody said anything, so she turned her heels and went straight to her room.

-

By five pm she and Helen were already gone. The older woman called them a cab, the driver took care of their stuff and then they were gone. Y/n was silent during most of the trip, both because of the extreme tiredness and sadness. She never changed home since she moved to the tower. She also thought about what she would tell Steve. She knew she couldn't contact him, so she didn't. They had left two days prior, so it was a bit early to know when he'll be coming home. But she knew a hundred percent that he would've gotten to her even before going home.

The two women were headed to the older one's house, which was in Avalon, New Jersey. Helen had told her about her beach house, quite far from the city. Y/n did actually fall asleep after the first hour or so, they had around three in total so she didn't worry about not waking up. By her surprise though, she did sleep throughout the whole trip, and yet, she was still tired. In those days her head gave her particular discomfort, so any noise at all really disturbed her.

Helen woke her up gently when they arrived, the she helped her get out of the car. Meanwhile the driver, which was a quite young man, probably around her age, which was 27, with curly black hair, stubble and dark green eyes, took their luggage off of the trunk.

-That's all. Have a nice stay.- he smiled slightly. Y/n frowned, what about the money?

-How much do we owe you?- she asked sweetly. He waved his hand dismissively, going back in the driver's seat.

-The lady already paid me, I'm ok. Bye.- he waved goodbye and drove off. Y/n and Helen dragged the luggage insider her villa, by which the girl definitely was taken aback.

-You didn't tell me that you live in a Villa?-

-Maybe, but I did tell you that being a private midwife pays well. I also need space if I want to take people living with me.- she explained. The first thing that you could see was the huge open space which showed a not exaggeratedly large living room with a window door on the right, on the left there was the kitchen and in the middle a staircase.

It wasn't very decorated, but the light palette of the whole place defines had a calming effect. Y/n was so used to the high rise and high technology of the Avengers tower that she had almost forgot how nice and intimate a normal house could be.

Helen showed y/n around a little, then ended up in the spare room, which had a large bed, a balcony and some essential forniture pieces such as a wardrobe, a vanity, a full length mirror, an armchair.

-This is really nice, Helen.- she smiled tiredly, caressing her big belly while she walked around. But as she was walking towards the balcony, she had a slight attack of vertigo, and her knees buckle for a second. The woman was at her side in a few seconds, helping her onto the bed. Y/n huffed, the back of her hand on her eyes.

-Why am I so shitty? I was pretty good until a few months ago.- she whined, and Helen shook her head while she stroked her arm.

-Every pregnancy is different, Y/n. You're just tired, from the car and that chaotic place.- the disdain in her voice didn't really pleased Y/n, but she didn't say anything. She didn't have the strength and besides, it's not like she was particularly liked at the tower anyway.

-I'll get you a tea, be right back.- Y/n chuckled.

-I drank more of your Hungarian tea than water in the last months.- Helen pulled a tight smile.

-Well, it is a traditional recipe for pregnant women. Not that you seem to mind it either.- the girl relaxed her eyes and discarded her sneakers to the ground.

-No, it has a peculiar taste but not bad.-

-Good.- and with that she left the girl alone. Helen went down the stairs, and turned on the stove to warm some water. She then opened a drawer, forcing the wood layer to come up by using her fingernails, pulling out an old fashioned phone.

She went to the contacts and dialed the only one there was. She waited a few minutes, when someone picked up.

-Igen?-

-Közeledünk. Készülj fel.- she said, hanging up.

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Translation from Hungarian: ‘Yes?’ ‘We’re close. Get ready.’

Hiii, this is quite a short chapter but I wanted to end it with ✨ suspense ✨ the next one tho is gonna be way longer. Lastly, friendly reminder that my taglist and my ask inbox are open!

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[volfoss]

i love ur colored panels so much and im considering taking it up myself 🧍🏻do u have any advice or anything :000

AUGH thank u sm🥺🥺🥺 I do all mine on ibis so like my advice might be dif than how it would be on other art programs but!

50% opacity on your shading layers (PLEASE separate the shading and base colors omg you will regret it if you don't) and use a blur tool also at 50 % (altho I do sometimes blur more or less depending, and same w layer opacity but that's normally what i do)

If you are struggling w a color palette, coolors.co will be ur best friend forever, it even has hex codes and stuff! I try and keep my color palette on the panel (altho I normally ajdjfj forget if I'm not doing one from this site but it's a godsend for blushing and stuff!)

If ur doing a chapter cover, go to the file page on the Jojo wiki and find the highest quality one! You can also like def do normal panels that way but I normally have multiple scans I check to get the best quality (I find the shonen jump app is normally the highest quality ones? Esp w smaller panels!)

Big big one (esp bc I struggle w shading), but having the official colors pulled up, it can help a lot, esp if you're staring at an area and have NO idea what the section is!

I uh? Overuse layers a lot (the foolymes one was like 50 layers before I merged) but I keep each color on a different layer so I can rly easily adjust it if I don't like it (I believe you can do this all on the same layer and select w medibang but this is what I do w ibis!) And then merge when I've finished literally everything

I normally just like use my default brush (in ibis it's Dip pen (hard)) to color and sometimes with shading I'll use a watercolor or pastel brush although I normally use the same brush for everything!

For like eyeshines and details that are painted black (ie the baseball threads on the foolymes one were black) you just add a layer on top of your panel and color over so if it messes up you can really really easily just erase it and it doesn't ruin progress!

Also for face shading I normally look at makeup contour guides! It helps to know where exactly everything goes!

Also def start w smaller panels! The chapter covers can get rly rly long and maybe a bit overwhelming so like finding a panel that's just like a face can make it a lot easier (at least from experience!)

Oh also w face shading I normally have it layered with the bottom layer being the shading, middle layer being highlight, and top being blush! I color pick from the base skin and adjust until it works right but it's also def some trial and error! I also like don't blend those layers until they're all down just to make sure I have stuff in the right place!

I don't have a like particular method to coloring overall other than I normally save the big areas for last so I can have a layer underneath and just hit it with a big brush and not have to worry about going around a million things! (I normally use the felt tip pen (hard) brush for this as it goes up to 1000 pixels!)

Shading legit is soooo important tho, like flat colors can def look good (and I do always pass my flats to a friend to make sure the colors work before I start shading, it helps to have a second pair of eyes esp when you've been working on SMTH for so long) but shading adds so much dimension and highlighting can be so so so good too! I think it just like depends on what you're going for but shading is so helpful in the long-run esp when i get the hang of it!