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sleepyfan-blog · 9 months ago

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Aranea posuere ultricies

Author’s note: this fic has been inspired by @cosmic-cryptid-from-beyond ‘s pocket titus sketches! Please check out her art! Thank you for letting me write this

Warnings: spiders, spider-killing, please ask me to tag if something bothers you/I missed it

Tagged: @egrets-not-regrets @the-pure-angel @i-am-a-dragon34 @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan @bleedingichorhearts

Tagged: @felinisnoctis

Summary: You acquire a small but fierce protector

You were fumbling with the keys to your front door, holding them in hand as you try to unlock your front door. As you attempt to put the key inside the lock, a large black spider slides down a hair-thin spider silk thread, nearly landing in your face.

You let out a startled shriek of surprise, stumbling backwards as fear and panic grip you. Your heart hammering in the back of your throat and adrenaline causing your body to tremble and freeze as you try to figure out what to do.

The black spider twists on the thin string of spider silk, revealing a bright red hourglass marking on it's abdomen.

More anxiety fills you as you clock that this is a venomous spider - one that could make you quite ill, if it bit you.

The best thing to do would be to somehow non-lethally move this Black Widow away from your door and place it somewhere in your garden... But you have no way of doing so without having to get into your home first...

Which would mean dodging the spider still dangling at eye level. You swallow dryly, still struggling to figure out what to do (and a small part of you feeling very silly about your panic) but you didn't want the spider to potentially crawl onto you, if you tried to dodge around it in order to get into your home.

Before you could make a decision, you felt a pair of tiny but heavy pair of feet land on one of your shoulders before the unexpected weight left you just as quickly.

A tiny Astartes yelled out what he clearly thought was a fierce battle cry "COURAGE AND HONOR!" as he swung a teeny-tiny hammer at the abdomen of the black widow that had been menacing you.

The blow struck true and spider guts splattered over several square inches of your front door.

You unfroze in time to carefully catch the little blue and gold colored tiny Astartes before he fell the rest of the way to the ground - or left a dent in your front door. "Thank you, my lord, for rescuing me." You murmur, having heard from co-workers and online posts how to best appease these tiny but fierce warriors.

The Astartes squeaks and wriggles in your hands in surprise "unhand me, mortal! I must continue my duties."

"As you wish. I was concerned about the fall relative to your size. Would you like something to eat in thanks for rescuing me?" You ask, carefully setting the tiny warrior down on the ground.

He stares up at you through his helmet for several seconds before answering "... Food would be most welcome... And I have fallen further than this. Your concern is..." he hesitates for a couple of moments before continuing "Welcome but unnecessary. Food would be gratefully accepted. I have not eaten in some time."

You nod, unlocking and opening your front door "After you." You murmur, not wanting to accidentally step on him "Unless you'd grant me the honor of carrying you to the kitchen?"

The small marine looked at your entryway, tensing as your cat - a loveable and very chatty coal black cat came trotting up to where you and he were standing with his usually creaky "Mreau!"

"I would like to be carried. Ideally on one of your shoulders, or in a hand or a chest pocket." The tiny marine declares, his helmet still pointed in your cat's direction.

Dixie sniffed curiously at the Astartes, the tip of his tail flicking back and forth.

You bend down and place one hand next to the marine so that he could climb up at his own pace. You reach out with your other hand to pet Dixie "Easy there, Dix. No mischief with our guest." And now you realize that you had yet to ask for the Astartes' name... Or give your own. "Would you like to share your name with me?" You give him your name "I apologize for not introducing myself earlier." You add.

"... I am Lieutenant Demetrian Titus of the Ultramarines Second Company." Titus answers after a few moments of hesitation. He removes his helmet, revealing a weathered and scarred but kind (and handsome) face with soulful greenish-blue eyes and short brown hair that frame his face. He climbs up onto your hand.

You set him on one of your shoulders and quickly move through your home to your kitchen. You set the lieutenant down on your kitchen counter before starting to rummage through the fridge, asking "Is there anything in particular you'd like? I have some left-over taco stuff, pasta with spaghetti, sandwich fixings... I also have some Ice cream and cookies, if you prefer something sweeter."

"I am unfamiliar with those food items. Astartes can eat nearly anything..." The little being answered, shifting a little as he answered "But I have been traveling for some time, and a hot meal would be a welcome indulgence."

You nod and grab two bowls as you're hungry too. You make sure that the bowl for the lieutenant is shallower so that he can better reach inside of it. A quick couple of minutes in the microwave and both bowls of food are steaming hot.

Titus ate quickly shoving handfuls of pasta and sauce into his mouth with his armored gauntlets "This is delicious, thank you."

You hum and smile "I'm glad you like it. Would you like some water to wash it down? I'm about to get myself some water, anyways."

"Water would be helpful. I need to clean my armor, as well as drink." Titus answers, before focusing once again on the food.

Weeks had passed and Titus, while he regularly wandered off, had become a regular member of your household.

Currently you were holding him in one hand, having helped the Astartes reach one of the insects encroaching on your property.

He looked so adorably pleased with himself you couldn't help it. You pressed a kiss to his forehead, murmuring "Thank you, for saving me from these awful bugs, Demetrian. Your swift movements and firm strikes slew the enemy handily."

Demetrian blushed, tucking his chin to his armored chest as he hands came up, flailing a little "I... I am merely doing my duty..."

"And you do it well, my lovely Angel." You earnestly compliment.

The Astartes blushes more and looks away from your face at your words, clearly struggling to regain his composure.

You chuckle softly and kiss the top of his head, murmuring "Too much praise, my knight-savior?"

"Yes... But... I... I crave it as well. I must... I must atone for this sin." Titus mumbled, still not looking up at you.

"... It's not a sin to enjoy the praise you get, Demetrian." You point out gently.

The tiny Ultramarine in your hand huffs a little before settling into your hand, mumbling in a language that you do not know, still blushing.

#my writing #demetrian titus #warhammer 40k #reader insert #gn reader #demetrian titus x gn reader #ultramarine #cw spider #cw spider killing

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volturiprincess · 5 months ago

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Bae Bae

Felix Volturi x fem reader

Summary: A gift to him Warnings: A slight mention of death but its not deep, my inner thoughts come through😁 A/N: I know I haven't posted a ton lately, ill do a separate post about that but the way I had a sudden inspiration for this one was like being on cloud 9. I wasen't sure if I wanted to post this today but i thought hey I need to keep you darlings feed🫶🏼. The song inspiration for this one was "Bae Bae" by Big Bang.....Enjoy💙(Demetri will be next) Word Count:1924

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Everything seemed dark, I would look at the stars at night and wonder why they did not shine for me? Everyone always talked about how bright the stars are, how they alone are a source of light in the dark sky. And the worst part was people would compare the stars to their loved ones. Love, a word I avoid in my life. As I live my life day by day, I would see endless people in love, with their significant other, their special person, their other half. You can say I did envy that, yet I was reminded that I don't have anyone.

Did I crave that feeling for affection and love? To love someone and to get the feeling in return? To learn to depend on someone and to not be so independent? Of course I did, I would have to be heartless not to have that craving. Still I have my days where I don't want to be with people, I don't want to be out in the world. I want to be contemplating my existence in life, what is it that I need to do to get out of this weird haze?

So what do I do? I sit by a cute little cafe. I find myself going more often than I would like to admit, sketching on my notepad drawing anything that my little mind comes up with. Words sometimes do not work for me but drawing is like a nice cup of coffee, currently what im drinking as I sketch. There are not even perfect sketches, it looks like a child drew them but I like to think it's abstract art. It has no deep meaning, its only significance is my mind.

More recently my drawings have been more specific, I seem to define my lines more, it has more specific outcomes. I have been focusing more on what I want to draw, and I can proudly say I know what it is. I find myself delicately drawing my scenery, I might draw what my table contains, a cup of coffee, books, sometimes a pastry that feeds my sweet tooth. I have even grown bold to draw people, ones that might be sitting outside of the cafe or ones that just stand around.

But I don't draw faces, no I have not had the patience for that quiet yet. The young lady who works at the cafe sometimes comes by the table I have claimed, to ask me what I am drawing.

“My mind”

She looks at me with a confused look but gives me a small smile as she walks away to help another customer. She asks me that question every time I come by, and everytime I give her the same response. How has she not gotten tired of asking that? I sometimes grow tired at work repeating the same old lines of ‘would you like a receipt’ or my favorite one where I have to force a smile when deep down i'm so tired and down in the dumps and say “have a great day”. It sounds hypocritical to me because I'm telling someone else to have a good day when I can't seem to have one myself.

I get a lot of customers who have a certain someone in their life, which seems fitting since I do work at a flower shop. They rush in trying to find the ‘perfect’ flowers to give them, they usually go for the roses but there are ones who want to ‘spice’ it up.

Back to my current state I was sketching a strangely gorgeous man. I always see him when I come to this cafe and always in the same spot. I think he has been my sudden inspiration to want to draw more specific things. He sits by the shade, leaning back on his chair that seems a bit small for the big man he is but he gently reads a book. He seems like a fan of Edgar Allan Poe because he is currently reading a book with just his short stories. I have that book, my version is filled with annotations and sticky notes filled with reactions on certain parts I catch myself re-reading.

This man has such a stoic and blank face that makes me wonder how he can keep a straight face while reading Poe’s stories. Maybe he has read it more times than I have because I still find myself doing faces in certain parts.

I focus more of my energy on his posture, he has one leg crossed over his knee and his left elbow rests on the table since he is sitting by the table and not forward holding the book. I never knew someone could look so elegant sitting down in a casual posture. The way sometimes the air would blow some of his dark locks out of his face only to go back resting on his forehead leaves me mesmerized.

He is in his own world like I find myself, and that intrigues me. Strangely though he never orders anything to consume while he is there, the same young lady who talks to me goes up to him. I have never actually managed to hear his voice but he does give her a small smile just like she does.

I started to feel a bit…irritated when he gives her that smile. Why should I feel that irritation? I don't know him, or his name, or even heard his voice and yet I can feel that green eyed monster creep in slowly. Is this behavior normal? Why should I feel like this? We are not together, he is not mine, nor am I his. I don't even know what his favorite color is. My wild guess would be black because he seems to wear those colors the most. But that is just making assumptions, I wear a lot of black too and yet my nails are a bright pink that has a nice shimmer to it, that's my favorite color.

As I'm about to finish the sketch of his broad shoulders, he's gone. My eyebrows furrow as I do a quick skim of my surroundings. He moves fast.

“You have quite the talent, little flower”

My eyes popped open as I felt my back stiffen and the pencil I had in hand fall to the ground. That voice…deep with richness, made my tired eyes fill with awareness and energy. I turn slightly to meet with the man I've had my focus on this afternoon looking at me with an amused look. That emotion sure does fit him perfectly, he was made to be smiling. As I gaze up at him, any function of knowing how to be a human flew out. He walked around my table to sit in front of me, my gaze never leaving him as he moved.

“What? Surprised I'm talking to you after weeks of never doing so?”

I nod, which makes him chuckle at my lack of words. How can I even when the man I have unfortunately fallen for is talking to me for the very first time?

“I was working up the courage to talk to you for a while now, but your beauty intimidated me”

My beauty? Oh what a charmer he is. I have never been called beautiful before, never been complimented before, not even my own parents have. None of that mattered after this handcrafted handsome species of a man has flattered me with his words.

“Your quite the charmer, I thought you were going to be cold and stoic”

His cute smile turned into a smirk. “Well, am I not full of surprises today?”

“What gave you the sudden courage to talk to me?”

“I've been catching your eye every once in a while and then you would furiously be in your sketchbook, I thought for sure you were interested in me, am I wrong?”

So he’s been watching me in return, yes I'm mortified that he's noticed I've been noticing him but at the same time I'm more intrigued in how he managed to spot my eyes on him when he was deeply engrossed in his book.

“How did you manage to catch my eyes?”

“How can I not catch your eyes? The sun gives you a little spotlight that makes you look like a fallen angel while it also accentuates each of your facial gestures, you almost made it impossible for me to focus on my daily reading”

“You almost sound like a stalker”

“Well sue me for liking a lady”

I smile at his comment. “You like me?”

“You have no idea little flower how lovestruck you have me, you are a natural beauty, inside and out”

I felt my cheeks heat up with warmth as I feel like a fish out of water trying to understand how this man, who I don't even know his name yet, has a way with words. At this moment it feels like if we have known each other for years now, the way I can talk to him with such comfort for days, if time will permit me, is so abnormal for me. I have never been “a people person”, I tend to be a bit more of an introvert and it takes me a while to grow comfortable with people. But right now, with him, that is a whole other story.

“Care to give me a name? I need to know the name of the man who is wooing me”

“Felix, and your’s little flower?”

“Y/N”

“What a beautiful name”

I look at Felix for anticipation as he looks up from my journal. I just finished writing my first short story and I based it on us. It was meant as a gift for Valentine's day but my excitement got the best of me. I wanted to focus more on my perspective of how I felt when I met him and what my thoughts were before I met him too. I haven't told him yet only snips but I knew from the start I wanted to do this for him.

He finally speaks which eases my nerves a bit.“You know how you say you are not good with words”

“Yes?”

“My flower, you have such a way with words, I love reading your inner thoughts because I might not be able to actually read yours, reading this makes me feel I am able to”

I wanted to cry but I kept myself together, Felix…what can I say about him…he knows what to say to make me feel like i'm the only breathing soul, he treats me like the center of his universe. I always say to myself what did I did in my past life that life decided to give me a sweet loving man like Felix as a reward. I must have died the most gruesome way or suffered tremendously if it means I got such a happy life now with this giant.

“So you like it then”

“I love it”

He crushes me into a deep hug as I bury my face into his chest, now that we are the same temperature, me and Felix don't have to wear sweaters when we hug. I can feel his warmth that always leaves me craving for more.

You’re a natural beauty, so unique, so unique. My perfect dear, be my muse. We’re so comfortable together….My body wraps around yours so perfectly…I'm drunk with your scent, getting hazy again. Don't get plucked away, please.

Lyrics from 'Bae Bae' by Big Bang

#felix volturi #felix volturi x reader #the volturi #the volturi guard #twilight fanfiction

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nwarrior777 · 9 months ago

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Wolf's rain post!canon au

"After Rain Goes Rainbow"

First post about Hige and Blue - boop!

This one about Kiba and Chesa! And a bit for Tsume and Cher

Sketches from that day still, it was really big "ok i need 5 minutes distraction" not 5 minutes at all draw for rest

Lore under the cut!

Kiba and Chesa here are leaders of rebelion - riot which stands against lords

lordsc sucking The Earth Life to it's nearly end, destroying beautifull places of nature, turning everything to pale bricks and everyone to sad pale hopeless creatures

So, the ones who feels themselves as creature of the world of nature, go riot, riot of the Wolfs and Flowers.

Chesa becoming The Guide and Symbol of the riot, but get к ill ed in one of - it is seen by Cher, science worker. Cher is in love with science and work for lords institute (because there is no any other ones). After seeing death of Chesa, Cher Wakes Up and deside to use her work to help bring Chesa back

Also Tsume, who is here is old guy, is also Awakened by seeing rebelion taking streets, but, for him i have his own drawing

#wolfsrain #wolf's rain #after rain goes rainbow #wolfs rain au #wolfs rain kiba #wolfs rain chesa #tw cartoon blood #kind of #i mean its pretty stylysed #ask to tag

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schwarzgeier · 4 months ago

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HI GEIER IM IN UR INBOX AGAIN but in the hypothetical rare case of a corrupted geier unit, what would they look like/behave like?

Corrupted yap undercut (TURN UP BRIGHTNESS IM SORRY FOR DARK PICS)

OKAY SO HI LYNX SORRY FOR LEAVING THAT PREV POST ON A CLIFFHANGER

But I mostly did it cause I have. Admitedly very mixed feelings on this design. I am having an incredible difficulty designing them and I dont know why. Mostly bad head space and I'll probably make a second post with the actual full design but have these sketches for now cause I find this idea very intruiging.

Disclaimer, I mostly operate in the general idea of Signalises universe having Arianes infection spread to other places OR other bioresonant sources causing infections around world forcing AEON to adress it.

Alright so Corrupted Geiers are insanely rare occurance due to their resistance to actual infection. They just don't go insane or get flesh growths or anything really while fighting off or being in proximity to infection. I understand Arianes bioresonance illness as her literaly corrupting reality so logicly, if Geiers do not bend under the song that flows through universe , they wouldn't suffer from these symptoms or ailments. Yes there are limits and depends on the situation but as a general idea. They are also paired in 5s in order to always watch eachothers backs when clearing out enemies. This is their primary purpose and always will be. The fighting off actual Imperial Bioresonants or even Falkes is a secondary objective that is experimental and AEONs kinda just slowly realizing the potential.

That being said of course things go south sometimes. Too many corrupted overwhelming a squad for example or picking of a single Geier. Attacking and damaging the supressor module is a decomissioning sentence for any Geier really but a Geier near corruption? It's like loosing a shield that protects them. Once that module is gone they are a normal replika (well not normal they completely spiral tbh but thats another story) and will succumb . It can also happen when the bioresonance is just. Too strong. Ariane levels strong probably over time would get them even with their modules. But they would last a lot longer and have their senses more intact than others.

Now actual Corrupted Geiers are fun! They are very easily recognizable by their either incredibly hunched over walk or even full on 4 legged walk. The vented masks take over their entire head, similair to Storches beaks , and have an almost constant smoke coming out of them. Sometimes if you are unlucky enough, you can spot small beady eyes flickering between those gaps. Constant heavy breathing perpetues around them, interupted with the occasional pained growly groan or wheeze. They're choking on the fumes and smoke inside them , the back of their throat literaly being fused into the tube going into the gasoline tank on their backs that is now fueled with mutilated flesh and blood that they feast on. Theres no real need for them to do it , it's a leftover instinct to clean up the dead , to burn it down and devour. It has the added bonus of acting as the fuel for the fire they used to previously serve the nation with . Corrupted Geiers are insanely resistant since they are built to withstand both their own fire AND an attack from Falkes. Bulletproof and heat resistant plating that coats mostly just their fronts now with flesh trying force its way out, bursting at its seams . The back being their only weak place, the flesh there fusing the tank with their back . (If this was an ingame enemy this is pretty easily the weakspot for them , shoot from back with smth big)

So yeah Corrupted Geiers. Not fun to encounter or deal with . They are a bit blind and mostly go off of sounds or quick movement but u cant run once they spot you really. Hope the idea's at least a bit interesting but god i need to draw the design way better.

And alsooo. All i will say about Geiers gestalts origins is that she is heavily connected to Blaus gestalt. It's just. Bad things happened to Geier. And Blau took drastic measures.

#signalis #signalis fanart #my art #oc #signalis oc #geier #geier signalis #corrupted geier #geir #im. really iffy on the design and its driving me up a wall #i do hope i delivered somehow though at least smth interesting #also sidenote Null would look.very slightly different than a normal corrupted geier #a lot more. actual teeth probably and entirely black. full black #almost no flesh deathly silent sorta vibe #but null doesnt get infected canonicly #y e t #evil laugh #thank u for the ask btw lynx ur a delight always

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ambicutiebutt · 3 months ago

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Daisy x Brooke Text post

Paraphrasing things @bad-wink-scribbling and I have talked about in chats, because I can't stop thinking about Daisy tormenting this guy, and because I want you to have context for the Daisy non-conning Brooke type of posts.

Some very NSFW text involved. TW: non-con, hate fucking

So Daisy will act however the person she's with wants. In the case of Brooke, she figured out, well, he wants to be in control and frightening. He likes tormenting others, so clearly, she should act tormented. She should act like the things he does really gets to her.

And that's the way things were for a short while, before Daisy decided to bait Brooke into "figuring out all on his own" that she was, in fact, acting. She kind of thought it'd be funny to fuck with him and show him that no matter how horrible he tries to be, it's not actually affecting her in the slightest. Imagine'd that might fuck with his ego.

Brooke GAINED INTEREST after finding out. Like, she can just??? Turn it off??? And so it went forward like that for a little while. She is playing a mind game with him and he likes mind games! This was an unexpected bonus for Daisy.

So he would "Torment" her. She would play along, she could be crying scared, whatever. And then she could do an about-face and be all "Oh, you done for the day?" and he could be all "Yep. All done. Thanks!" and she could happily make it home in time to water the garden before going to bed.

At this point, technically Daisy is still behaving in a way that he seems to like best. Even though it means letting him see behind the mask. And Brooke is having so much more fun with mind games than he was with threatening some cute cow girl.

On Brooke's side, he's trying to find weak points! He's trying to find a way to actually affect the girl underneath the mask, but every time she takes off the mask, it turns out she's still completely unbothered!

Time for the non-con bit.

Daisy can read Brooke like an open book. She realizes he wants to be in control. She realizes he does not like people thinking of him as "submissive" and so she decides to treat herself 🤍

The first time is not difficult. Brooke's guard is WAY DOWN around her. He doesn't expect her to retaliate at all (of course not, why would she?)

That's when this post happens.

She doesn't actually fuck him. She messes with him. She tries to see what sort of things he's sensitive to. She has a fun time edging him, and never letting him finish.

She thinks it's fun stepping on someone who is normally so in control of things. And unfortunately he AGREES, despite being very pissed off about it.

Eventually she unties him (Despite literally torturing him, she does care for him, and does not want to leave him tied up and vulnerable anywhere in this shithole of a city.) While doing so, she lets him know he can fuck her, kill her, or leave. And that it doesn't make a difference to her. And he's SO MAD, because the fact that it doesn't make a difference to her is a fucking checkmate!!! And if he DOES end up fucking her, he'll perceive himself as being "submissive" and he hates that!!!

So he leaves, blue balled, and Daisy can't help but genuinely laugh! It's one of the few time's she'd laugh genuinely, and it's at him.

As Scribby put it, "I think a genuine laugh in his brain makes it like A WEIRD FUCKN CONNECTION. HE HAS A WEIRD THING ABT CONNECTIONS. LIKE FUCK YOU DAISY, ILL GET U BACK FOR THIS but also THIS IS WHY UR LAUGHING? THIS IS HOW YOU ACTUALLY LAUGH? HUH."

This happens again later, some of which I might make some sketches for. He hate fucks her after this one. But she still finds it kind of funny. She just likes it when he's not in control of his actions. He thinks he'll be seen as submissive if he fucks her in retaliation, and he's right, that is 100% what she thinks. Both of them know he's lost no matter what he does. What's he going to do? Fuck her? She's fine with that. Hurt her while fucking her? Her idea of a good time is getting almost killed by Ivory Wraith, that is not the right direction to go to actually bother her.

So this is their "relationship"! Daisy playing a game with Brooke, Brooke rage quitting cause he can't win, but Daisy just keeps playing with him.

Despite this, they're still kind of friends. Brooke finds her interesting. Daisy finds him relaxing to be around (Yes, I understand she is mentally ill for thinking this)

#daisy the deceitful #BrookeDOLPC #Brooke #ambramble

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the-s1lly-corner · 2 years ago

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hello! Im one(1) of the anons that requested the jane doe reader and i thought of a funny scenario

So the character of jane doe was basically decapitaded so, imagine if reader's head isnt atached to their body, and can take their head off .

The tadc cast react to the reader taking off their head and then putting It back on like nothing. Tyy!!!

( remember to rest and drink wáter) :)

TADC cast x a reader with a detachable head!

oh hoho this one is going to be fun because my TADC oc can do the same thing, can take their limbs and head off at will and as needed; so i may or may not let my excitement show in this post and use my oc as a placeholder.. i definitely will.. which reminds me, i have a sketch of my ocs human design as well as a messy ref of their digital body... i have got to draw them more.. maybe ill finish the human sketch sometime today after this post... speaking of this post! this is the last request in my inbox ! after this im gonna take a break for a bit then reopen requests! do not send in requests at this time, please! (this goes for everyone regardless of fandom </3)

CAINE:

technically i think you could consider him with a detachable head... because i dont... think he has a neck... so technically.. not phased at all, he has seen things from various different circus members.. but lets say you came before zooble, and you were also the first circus member who could do that... i think he would be really into it and be amused. probably flies right up to you chattering about that little trick of yours

POMNI:

uncomfy by it, i think it would take her a while to get used to it... i think she would be the same with zooble thanks to the "these are people" thing, with the only reason she didnt freak out at zoobles dismemberment in the pilot being because she was preoccupied with her panic and confusion of this new setting

RAGATHA:

mildly uncomfortable anytime it happens but no where near as uncomfortable as pomni, since she has had her time to get used to a bunch of weird stuff in the circus; both from the circus itself as well as the people in it.. will guide your body to your head if theres ever a scenario where the two get separated.. hand holding... smiles

JAX:

probably tries to convince you to leave your head in someones room or in a box and have some poor unsuspecting person open it.. i think that would scare anyone, even if they were used to your headless activities... probably laughs at your body wandering aimlessly trying to find your head if theres an occasion where it was forcefully knocked off.. probably nudges your head away... this only really works if your body has to blindly fumble and you having to telepathically guide it towards you instead of it just going into autopilot and knowing where you are automatically and has zero struggle beelining for the head... but fumbling... funny

KINGER:

owoo!! jumpscare!/ref

honestly i think sometimes he just rolls with it and other times hes bothered by it; really depends on how hes feeling that day... but i think the majority is that hes used to it thanks to zooble... has probably run off with your head on accident when he meant to run off with you as a whole, usually in the face of danger during an IHA...

ZOOBLE:

completely unphased by it since they can pretty much do the same thing! there isnt really much to be said since zooble neither feels this way or that in regards to your little decapitation trick... if they couldnt mess with their own parts though i think they would find your thing cool, though

GANGLE:

depending on what your digital body is themed around i think this would determine how gangle would feel about it... like zooble is mismatched and is seen taking out their antennae as well as their limbs being snagged off by jax... with zooble, is makes sense, they look like a mismatched mess of different parts.. so if you were something that could reasonably do the same thing i think she can overlook it... now the first time would still be a shock, no doubt about it, regardless of theme.. very careful whenever theres a reason they need to get close to your head, she does not wanna knock it off and potentially upset you

#tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #digital circus x reader #caine x reader #pomni x reader #ragatha x reader #jax x reader #kinger x reader #zooble x reader #gangle x reader

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casually-salad · 10 months ago

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The time is ticking, for the both of them.

bonus content below :3

this is the layout of the room zecora is staying in!!!! inside of celestias castle there is a wing with some rooms for diplomats from other parts of the world to stay in, most notably cadence has a bedroom in the castle in that part of the wing. this was a sketch i did of her room to decide how i wanted to lay out the one celestia is in.

now for zecoras gear, its based off this cuuute dark red hazmat suit i had found that i cant find the image of again but i saved the one i based the rest off of, dosent it look kinda dumb? i love it

ANYWAY so with her experiments i planned on drawing a total of THREE????? pannels gruesomely describing it. but i decided it was showing too much and cut it, although i dont have those sketches anymore :/ it was one long poem basically and i think i was just having too much fun rhyming her speech. and SPEAKING of speech, i do try to give every pony a bit of differentiating speech patterns but these two (( three for discord )) so i had a lot of fun writing them. for luna i had to really simplify her speech because she would be talking like this "inlēten ich gī" and that might be more annoying to read than not. i decided to include fluttershy and discords sheets here because. you already know theyre there theres no point in waiting. and yeaaaaaah i changed fluttershy, the colors on my computer screen were so off id be coloring in neons when i thought it was pastels thats why the text was so hard to read for a while. i plan on shifting it around a bit more.

Fluttershy's infection is not able to spread because her cutie marks were removed, frozen in time so that they cannot progress. They eat away at the magic in a corner of the dimension where they can't damage anything or get any worse.

now as for something ive been asked to clarify about before! Lunas dreaming powers! how is she killing the ponies? as how is it works, she has a physical form and a dream form she can switch inbetween unlike most ponies who can only be in their dream form while dreaming, and awake form while awake. because she is in charge of keeping every pony from having nightmares - usually a ponys dream form never ends up dying, and if theres an accident luna can bring them back. but what happens to their physical bodies? usually they wont be able to dream anymore because they dont have a dream body, but if their dream form is purposefully killed.. both die. So as luna passes from dream to dream shes leaving behind a pile of corpses in the dream and waking world

also! because you read this far im doing an AMA, lemme know youre questions, theories, and what you wanna see!! you can send asks or reply to this post - if you send me an ask tho ill probably do a little doodle. ok thank you byebye

#mlp infection au #cutie pox chronicles #fluttershy #discord #mlp zecora #mlp luna

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whoatherebigguy · 2 months ago

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Hello there whoatherebigguy i am curious to know what is iris personallity like in your gamera cyclogenesis au?

[sorry that this got a little long and took a hot minute lol]

Hi! First off, thanks so much for asking about cyclogenesis, its always fun when i get an ask about the stuff im working on! Also, as a bit of a disclaimer, this version of Iris is a very different character from his canon appearance in Gamera 3.

I've got a couple answers to your question, one is longer with quite a few "spoilers", although im not sure if it would really count as that. i'll put that below a cut anyways.

When I write Iris into the silly [non-canon] comics i make, I tend to make them very quiet and introspective, maybe a little edgy. Like a teenager that wants to be left alone.

In the actual "narrative" of Cyclogenesis, Iris never speaks and only exists in physical form for 13 hours. As such, its a little hard to give them a concrete personality. I'd say her main traits are ruthless dedication and The Big Sad.

Long, complicated and spoiler-filled answer:

So... Iris doesn't exactly have a solid personality because she isn't really a character in Cyclogenesis, she's the plot. She is more of a concept than an individual, they don't have time to develop an identity before falling apart. Iris is the eye of the storm and Cyclogenesis is about the events that ultimately lead to her formation. I put a little note on my ref for Zigra that mentioned he ultimately becomes part of Iris, I'm not sure how apparent it is from the limited art i've posted of them, but the other 3 components are: Viras [who orchestrated the whole thing], a prototype gyaos[who unintentionally got caught in the merger], and Gamera[who has the only power source strong enough to power such a massive machine]. Iris is cybernetic in the same way Viras is and her behaviour is mostly influenced by him and Gamera, which certainly causes some internal tension. Iris is probably the most powerful being in Cyclogenesis, unfortunately they're also the saddest and least stable, since they inherit every bit of suffering from all 4 of their components. Ayana does exist and is relevant, but ill elaborate on that later. Hopefully this makes a bit of sense, i know its not exactly a conventional approach to the character.

thanks for the ask, i hope this wasn't too much rambling! some sketches as a bonus:

#TYSM 4 the ask!! sorry 4 the cringe rambling #whoa!askbox #cyclogenesis = formation of a cyclone #G:cyclogenesis

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mylogicistheabsolute · 1 month ago

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do you yearn for swap immi and director au lore? No? Ok! Have it anyway. (Ps. This is all in works + a message to friends hence my questionable typing and language . Sue me)

so , instead of being a Impressive pretty painting, immi was just a quick sketch for a off project in art , meanwhile imogen's method of trying to not be watched by the eye was to make something to cover her own. Aka a mask . The director 👍

I cant say some thjngs here because it would spoil other stuff, but! The director is the one to go to the institute, because they want to put together a performance but dont yet understand how humans work, so they want to watch and find inspiration. They basically go up to elias (who they immediately catch lacking "Mr Magnus-") and inturn for immediately catching him out, they're like "can i have a job ill do anything if you let me stay here and social experiment you bitches" and elias is like "yeah sure stop calling me mr magnus though????" Or something like that I'm not sure yet~

Meanwhile, immi was basically immediately both disgusted and captivated by humans. And inturn decides that she needs to understand humans but on a . Less wholesome level. The reason Imogen isnt very involved with either of these two is because immi tried to 'understand' her first and . Imogen is (very) paranoid and such by it. Also she's basically forcefully stuck in tbe painting because she has very little communication with immi

Immi doesn't actually live with or anywhere near the other two, instead owning her own place that is sort of like a mix of a cafe or art studio, which is where she takes people to very kindly psychologically (and sometimes physically) torture them! How girly of her .

To add to some. Unsettling aspects. Immi may or may not have gotten some advice from a flesh avatar, and ever so helpfully removed her eye from her hand, resewing it into a much easier to hide place because she does not want people to see it: its inhuman after all :3

I reckon things would start when someone went to the institute to put in a statement about feeling watched by paintings and other art after she denied the help of a young woman :) -> The director overhears this while working and is like. Oh shit. Thats. Oh dear . And immi finds out the woman snitched, deals with her herself, and tells the institute after the reach out to the woman for a follow up a few weeks later "oh haha yeah im actually her carer she was going a bit crazy with paranoia soooo yeah she cant talk to you anymore cause medical stuff :)" and i guess overhears the director in the back if the call or something like that and is like " girl I'm going to fuck you up for getting this dumbass institute anywhere near me and my plans ❤️" (even though it literally wasn't the director who did that lol)

links:

first post on this

Swap! immi design (in the works)

#izxyocs #Can you tell I'm obsessed w this idea #Sorry guys... I'm trapped in apathy (haha cccc ref) plot and I just. I want to try other stuff while I stress over exams #Nothings changing obviously but just. Poking this idea with a stick

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queen0fm0nsterz · 2 months ago

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Another Meteora fan in 2025... I never thought I'd see the day!! XD , though I think I remember your blog from back then

God I remember being in the trenches waiting for her to gain even a morsel of happiness. The narrative clearly didn't agree.

Seeing others post about her makes me remember how my love for her has not diminished in the slightest but god her story still breaks my heart on a deep level.

I love that evil, morally ambiguous, mentally ill old woman even now.

Thank you for posting about her :D

Oh anon I do it with PLEASURE!! And I'm glad you recognise me from back then. It's been a long, long time since I first made this blog (2018, I had just turned 14 at the time!), and my first ever posts WERE about Meteora. Hell, my own username is named after her.

Returning to this old love has been nothing short of therapeutic for me, really. I have been experiencing a sort of joy that I haven't felt in years, and I know it's because of the resurfacing of this special interest. Now that I'm older and wiser I can say that I finally have both the words to express what about this character I loved (and love now) and the maturity to understand the deeper themes I could only barely glimpse at in the days of my youth.

I remember being so intensely fascinated with her... I think no doubt because I could see a bit of myself in her, as a woman who grew up being told to conform to the strict standards of femininity and only began unpacking all that trauma in recent years. The society I live in can be rather unforgiving to angry women like myself and I think seeing a character like Meteora back in my youth, having my sense of discomfort and rage be somewhat understood and reflected back at me, was so... cathartic. It still is, in some ways.

Ironically, in spite of her initial themes of repression, I always thought she was so raw in a way female characters were not expected to be back then. She's exhuberant and loud and takes up a lot of space unapologetically. She also has a fragile heart and a deep seated pain, as well as a set of harmful beliefs that can't easily be woven out of her.

She's not easy to like, she wasn't made to be palatable, she's just there and she's in your face every time she's on screen -- this is what I loved about her the most. You can't really look away when she's there. You HAVE to see her. For a woman who was taught all her life to be invisible in a mass of others I think that's an impressive feat.

I empathise with her tragedy a lot but I am also able to critically dissect her and the writer's handling of her - which was good and even great at times, but less than stellar other times. I have a post I'm writing while answering another Meteora related question -- and BTW if you have something to say about her please DO COME AND SHARE! -- and I'll keep posting my thoughts about her here. I have the "meteora posting" tag, for those who are interested in reading my thoughts on her :)

I've been drawing her a lot too!! I think I'll be gradually posting the art I've been making but here's some sketches and sneaks in the meantime :)

#carols.txt #meteora posting #meteora butterfly #svtfoe #{so much love in my heart for this silly lady #this obnoxious in-your-face beaten dog of a woman #pathetic wet cat scraping at the side of the road ready to sink her claws into anything #complex female characters i love you. especially when people say theres not much to you #the fandom disliking her never made sense to me all the way back #never #she was so similar to ludo. oh but i guess a woman cant be annoying #or rather she cant be a goofy funny villain without being thought of as annoying🙄#girl FUCK them kids and FUCK you too /ref #tidbit of carols lore: before this blog i had another one made in 2016 which was called thatgreengirl04 i think #and i made a sideblog to that which was called queen0fmonsters #which was deleted during the Great Purge #and instead of taking a user similar to my original one i took the one from the meteora blog because i was so obsessed with her that i could #not imagine regretting my decision #I WAS RIGHT}

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alliebyyyyy · 7 days ago

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Pairing: Chwe Vernon x f!reader

Wordcount: 5,368

Tags: non!idol Vernon, runaway!reader, angst, slight swearing, mention of SH and mental illness

Note: Hello! First and foremost, this will be long, like REALLY LONG. Second, the flashback scenes or moments are from when Vernon is a child. Third, this is from his POV. Fourth, if you guys are wondering, Shua, Gyu, Hao, and Vernon are all famous but with different professions (a perfumer, architect, art collector, and a music producer). Lastly, I hope you also enjoy this one and show it love even if it’s a bit longer than the previous post :)

Disclaimer: this is a work of fiction and DOES NOT represent the written member in any way

“What are you doing, dork?” I looked up to see where the voice came from, its someone from the window, I didn’t manage to get a good look on their face since their head went inside already. I looked around and this backyard is pretty nice, they have a big tree in here a lot of leaves laying in the ground, a small pond on the far right. The family who lives here are super nice, they’re a friend of my parents and when they arrived in the country my parents decided to visit them, they also told me this will be a nice time to make a friend. “Seriously, what are you doing?” I looked back and there’s the voice from earlier only now she’s standing four feet away from me, her hand resting on her hips and looking at me her eyebrows arched. Are they expecting me to be friends with her? I mean I’m not trying to be mean, but she seems really scary “I’m not doing anything, just standing.” I answered her as she started to walk towards me, she made face that translate to ‘duh, that’s why I’m asking’ she has brown eyes, her hair reached her shoulder and a hair color that matches her eyes.

A few minutes have passed and we moved, she’s leaning on the tree and I’m lying beside her with my eyes closed, I couldn’t see what she was doing as I have my eyes closed but from what I’m hearing I assume she’s writing something or sketching. I took a peak, her face looks very focused with her eyebrows furrowed and hands moving a bit fast, I looked back at her and managed to have a good look. It’s not noticeable but from where I am she has little dents on her nose bridge, freckles too; the dents must be from wearing glasses she also has a faint scar on her temple that goes down just above her cheek “You have a scar?” she just looked at me but didn’t answer and continued what she was doing “What happened?” still no answer, I was about to ask something again but got interrupted by my mom calling us in.

I entered the coffee shop and was welcomed by the scent of freshly ground coffee beans; the place is busy with a lot of people and by people, I mean students studying and meeting with their friends. I saw who I was looking for, with his height? He’s not hard to spot especially in this setting “Hey! Sit down, I already ordered us drinks.” He handed me a cup of coffee and adjusted to his seat, “It’s just us?” I asked tidying my things to my side, Mingyu nodded as he took a sip of his drink “Shua was supposed to meet us, but you know him” he handed me an envelope which looked fancy, it has a gold stamp on it, with my name written at the back. I looked back and forth at Mingyu and the envelope, he motioned for me to open it and I did,

Mr. Hansol Chwe,

We are pleased to invite you to our annual art exhibit charity taking place on the 3rd week of March. Your presence would be an honor.

Sincerely,

The Foundation for Benevolence Collective

An art exhibit huh, “Apparently, Shua is one of the people supporting the event. He wanted us to go.” I couldn’t come up with words so I just looked at Mingyu and back at the letter, Shua wanting to help other people is not brand new, he’s done these multiple times but he rarely, I mean RARELY invited us due to schedule conflicts. “He’s not taking no for an answer, I already tried, he just smiled at me but his eyes were really scary.” Mingyu shivered recalling their conversation.

I headed back home, laid my things on the kitchen table and put the invitation given to me earlier on the fridge door. A charity event? That’s cool.

It’s the night of the charity event, a soft jazz music is playing in the car, Shua is on his phone talking to someone and Mingyu staring outside tapping his fingers on his knees. I couldn’t help but feel uneasy, it’s not like charity events are new to me either there’s just this weird feeling something is going to happen tonight and I have no idea whether that’s good or not, I’m hoping it’s the former.

It took us almost thirty minutes to arrive in the location, I straightened the suit I’m wearing following Shua and Mingyu inside. The place is massive, it has huge pillars in front, a lot of paparazzi mobbing the entrance, flashes everywhere and people posing in front of the cameras.

“Mr. Hong! Mr. Hong! A word please!”

“Mr. Hong, is it true you’re expanding your company?”

“Mr. Kim! Congratulations on the new hotel you designed!”

“Mr. Kim, how does it feel to get the ‘International Piranesi Award’?”

“Mr. Chwe! Congratulations on your new production!”

“Mr. Chwe! What is your next move for the year? A lot of people are curious!”

We didn’t answer anyone but smiled and nod. I thought the exterior of this place is beautiful but the inside of it is speechless. A grand staircase that leads you to the upper floor will welcome you when you enter and two statues over ten feet tall on the side which will make you feel small, through the main floor, the wall of the room is covered with artworks that varies from small to extremely huge. The paintings hung on the wall with gilt frames wrapped around it that everyone in here has been looking at “Man, this place… I wish I was the one who designed it.” Mingyu sighed as his eyes wander through the room. Joshua placed his hand on Mingyu’s shoulder and gave it a squeeze, “You’ll get there” Mingyu nodded and swiftly took a glass of wine on the wandering attendant whose tray is filled with several drinks.

We’ve been here for almost an hour, the uncomfortable feeling I have has not left. I was by myself with a drink staring at this painting that caught my eye, it’s a person which somehow represents as a candle, its arms wrapped around its legs, the back of their head with a wick that’s lit and its body melting turning into nothing; a very disturbing art piece but still a fantastic work. I viewed a few more art piece but all of them had one thing in common, the artist. All of them has similar signatures; E. “I heard she’s one of the artists that contributed the most tonight” I turned to Shua that suddenly appeared to my side, his remark made me intrigued. “Must be a very good person.” Shua nodded and looked at the painting in front of us “I also heard she’s donating another painting, it’s not displayed in here but rumor says it cost almost a million dollars” he took a swig of his drink, he was supposed to say something but another person called him from the other side of the room. “A million dollars huh, you must be one generous and selfless person to donate that kind of money.” I whispered to myself and went to see the other displays for tonight when all of a sudden someone grabbed my wrist and turned me around, “Hansol! It’s you!” a face I didn’t expect to see, Alexander, and right behind him is his younger brother Leo.

Is she here? Probably, wherever these two goes, she isn’t that far behind. But I didn’t see her everywhere, I went around this place a few times but no signs of her. How far is she and why hasn’t she come my way? “Alex! Leo! It’s good to see you” Now where is your sister. “I know, it’s been so long since we saw each other, how have you been?” I’m good, where is your sister. “Couldn’t be better” they weren’t lying when they said it’s been so long because it has. He grew older, looked older too, same goes with Leo, ageing is evident in their face but nonetheless they still look great. But I don’t really care about that, why haven’t they brought up their sister? Where the hell is she? Really? Nothing? No, ‘Oh, you should see Yve now’ nothing? They just kept going on about business and kept congratulating me on how far I’d come as this successful producer but no news about where she is. That is just great. “Mr. Eastwood, you are needed in the east wing.” An attendant, I’m assuming, called on Alex and we bid goodbyes. Both of them left and the uneasiness I felt earlier were accompanied by tenseness, is it because she might be here? It could be, but the question still remains, where is she and why is she so good at avoiding me.

“Where were you, man?” I returned to our table and watched the people talking at the podium in front. Alexander is standing in front his hands to his chest and gave his speech, another notable person went after him and that continued for about twenty minutes; all the drinks I took earlier finally caught up to me so I excused myself to go to the restroom.

“Looking good Vernon” I said to myself, as I straighten my suit. I already feel light headed from the drinks that kept going around, I took a look at myself again before leaving. The hallway is really silent, compared to where I was earlier it’s a bit dark too, the uneasiness kept on coming back no matter what I do. I glanced outside and saw how peaceful and quiet everything looked, I didn’t know what came to me but my feet brought me outside, in the courtyard. The only thing you could hear are the water from the nearby fountain— what is that? Either I suddenly became so drunk that I’m seeing things or there’s also someone in here, right on cue my chest started to feel tight. I just started walking towards the fountain, and all of my questions earlier got answered.

“Yve…” I spoke, my voice so low I was the only one who heard it. There she is, right in front of me. She has her back against me, she’s sitting at the edge of the fountain her hand on the water and some fabric from her dress getting wet. She really is here, sitting in front of me, its wild that I know her from the back because I would be lying to myself if I don’t recognize her after all the years that passed.

I couldn’t do anything but stand where I am, my feet seemed to be glued on the grass. I kept trying to speak and call her but all I could do is swallow and stare at her. Look at me, stand up and look at me as if she could hear he, she did. She stood up, straighten out her dress turned around and looked at me. She was taken aback, I know, I would be too, she composed herself and had her arms close to her chest. I finally managed to move so I took a few steps towards her, and a silence fell between us.

None of us are saying anything, all that we did is stare at each other and listen to each other breathe. “Sol…” I felt my heart pounding in my chest. She’s real, she’s here, and she said my name.

My mom just drove us back home, I accidentally had an allergic reaction to something I ate earlier, it must’ve been the food I bought on my way home. Thankfully, aside from the reaction, nothing bad happened, mom went upstairs to get something so I went to the living room to watch TV. I sat down and made myself comfortable when all of a sudden, the door opened and a very worried and angry Yvie is in my face. “WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU?!” she sat beside me, her hand on my face forcing me to look at her “Are you okay?” her face serious it almost made her eyebrows connect. I brushed her off and told her that I was fine. She huffed and stood up again to turn the TV off “Hey, I’m watching that” I whined and tried to grab the remote from her but she stomped around furiously.

“Who did this to you?”

“No one! Like I told my mom, it was something I bought”

She just glared at me, why would I lie? Seriously this girl

“I Swear! I was on my way home, then I saw the food stand so I bought something”

“Where did you buy it then?”

“I don’t know, I forgot”

She scoffed and continued to stomp around

“Seriously Yvie, I was on my way home. I got hungry, saw the food stand and bought something”

She wasn’t convinced, I rolled my eyes and sat her down

“You really think someone is out there, purposely hid peanuts in my food?” A nod

“Let’s do this again, shall we?”

“Fine. tell me.”

I rolled my eyes and told her again for the fourth time, “I was walking back home, I got hungry, saw the food, bought it, the change in my hand fell down so I had to grab it and took the food and walked back home” I groaned and sat back down.

“It was only you in the stand?”

“Are you a detective? But fine—it wasn’t just me, some kids from class were also there.” Now I’m getting annoyed

“It just doesn’t make sense… wait– they were there when your change fell?” I nodded then she stood up and hurriedly left me alone

“HEY! WHERE ARE YOU—Oh, what’s the point.”

“I missed you, Sol… it’s been so long” yeah right. “You missed me?” I asked her, sarcasm was laced with my words she nodded and smiled nervously.

How could she…

How dare she say those words, after leaving? The first words out from her mouth is that she misses me? “Don’t be ridiculous.” I scoffed but I couldn’t look away from her, “I’m not—”

“You are.” I cut her off, I took a step forward which made her step back “I get it, Sol. You’re mad at me—” “That’s right, I’m mad at you! Words can’t even explain how I feel at you right now! You just… you left! With no words!” she averted my gaze, I know what I’m doing right now isn’t rational and that I’ll regret it but I couldn’t help it—it just keeps pouring out, “You don’t understand, Sol…” her eyes showed sadness. “Make me.” she just shook her head, took a deep breath before looking back at me initiating that she can’t. “I… I have to go inside…” she sighed but I can’t let this end here, I grabbed her wrist to stop her, “You’re running away from me again?” she took a deep breath then removed my hand from her wrist, she apologized softly then she left.

I can’t remember how long I was standing here but I was left alone with the gust of wind around me. “Vernon? We’ve been looking for you man, let’s go back inside.” I was snapped back by Shua’s voice, I nodded and followed him back inside. “There he is! Vernon, this is Mr. Xu. He’s an art collector from China!” Mingyu grabbed me and pushed me in front of the art collector he just met, we shook hands and shared opinions about the art piece we saw earlier tonight.

Everyone’s attention shifted to the person in front, “Everyone! As this night is starting to end, it would be a shame to not call upon the artist everyone is curious about!” People around me started whispering and getting excited, “Please, give a round of applause for Ms. Yvette Eastwood!” she walked towards the podium smiling and waving at everyone. I could hear Mingyu and Mr. Xu from my back whispering but I couldn’t quite make what it was, “Thank you… this is such a great opportunity to give back to people. That is why, I would like to give this painting that I have worked hard for, hoping it would be appreciated by people who might see it.” then the people behind her unveiled it and it was magnificent. “Now I understand why it costs that much… this is… wow” I heard Shua from my side comment on it and I agree, I may have conflicting feelings about her tonight but it doesn’t excuse how great she is as an artist and this artwork in front of us says it all.

It’s currently 2:45 AM and I couldn’t sleep at all. I should be, I haven’t been sleeping enough so how am I still awake? This has been happening for two weeks now since I saw Yve again at that event, “oh my god, let me sleep!” I tried everything but they don’t work! I kept drinking milk, reading something, walking around but for two weeks, two god damn weeks I can’t fall asleep. I closed my eyes for a hope of dozing off but nothing, I just kept tossing and turning and like any other person trying not be insane I just stood up, took my jacket and keys and drove to the nearest person I could think of.

The door opened and it revealed a groggy Mingyu, “Dude, what… are you crazy? Its almost 4 AM” I ignored him and went inside and made myself comfortable on his couch, he just stood in front of me and groaned then walked away. I didn’t try to fall asleep anymore, I just laid there looking at his ceiling a few minutes passed and Mingyu came back tossing a pillow on my way “This is your fault, now I can’t go back to sleep. What’s wrong with you?” he asked rolling his eyes as he went to kitchen where I followed him, he started making coffee.

What is wrong with me? I can’t fall asleep for the past few days, then what? I saw a childhood friend who meant a lot to me after many years of her being gone and might I add she just disappeared, nothing, poof! Gone! Who leaves just like that? I tried to contact her, I even begged my mom if she knew where she was but nothing, she just disappeared in my life like I meant nothing to her. Like I didn’t matter.

“Oh, my Hansol… I’m sorry but she’s not really there…” My mom stated trying to comfort me. She can’t be gone right? I wiped the tears from my eyes and looked at my mom but I couldn’t contain myself but cry. “But… mom…” I sniffle trying to get my words out, my mom didn’t answer she just rubbed my back wiping my tear-stained cheeks. “Sollie, why are you sad?” Sofia placed her hand on face and stared at me I didn’t answer her, all I could think about is Yvie. Where could she be and why did she leave me?

“Mr. Chwe, He’s ready for you now.” The woman sitting on the front desk finally called me after twenty minutes of waiting. I didn’t really expect for him to see me since he’s probably busy yet here we are. I took a deep breath before entering, he was sitting on his desk looking through papers, I cleared my throat which made him look up and greeted me with a warm smile. “I’d like to ask what I can do for you, but I think I already know why you’re here.” Oh, yes you 100% know why I’m here, as soon as the door behind me closed we started talking.

Now that I know where she is, all I need is a plan. I’ve been staring at the paper Alex gave me earlier, two things were written on it; Yve’s phone number and her address. I know this is going to come up, but when she tells you that I gave you her number, still, could you deny it? that was the last thing her brother told me.

What do I even say to her? Do I just message her? What if she’s already anticipating that I’ll contact her? What if she already had MY number blocked? That girl is so calculated that I keep on running out ideas how to be near her. “This is driving me insane. Yve… you are driving me insane.” So, I’ll do what a normal person would do in this situation, sleep. It’s not much but maybe when I wake up later I’ll have a new idea that might work.

I was woken up by feet shuffling outside my room, I tried ignoring it but they won’t stop. When I stepped outside, Shua and Mingyu was sitting in the living room “Do you not work? Why are you here?” Shua asked as he poured sauce on the food he’s eating “Why are YOU here? Last time I check this isn’t your house.” I sat beside them and tried the food they brought. As much as I want to keep this all inside me, I need every opinion I could get so I told them everything “What?! How could you not tell us?” I shrugged at Mingyu and looked at Shua to see if he has anything to say. “Have you tried contacting her?” I shook my head ‘no’ and he rolled his eyes “Look, if you’re not going to message or call her then go to her. For fuck sake, her brother handed you her address.” He was right, I just keep on overthinking things because even I don’t know what will happen if I go to her. The worst thing she could do is run away again.

“Sollie! Yvie! Look here!” I squinted and saw mom waving her hand while the other is holding a camera. Our families decided to go on a quick vacation by the beach, summer is about to end and they thought it would be a good idea to go now since a lot of people are getting ready back to work and there would be less folks in here. I tapped Yvie who’s looking over the horizon, we both faced my mom and even though where she’s standing is farther from us we still cracked a smile, she gestured for another take and Yvie placed her arms around my shoulder. I looked at her and she was smiling from ear to ear, her other hand was placed on top of her head trying to make sure her straw hat doesn’t fly away. “What? Is there something on my face?” she turned to me, her arm still on my shoulder and our face inches away. I shook my head and looked away, I could feel my face warming and my heart skipping a beat.

It took me three hours to finally arrive where she lives, I walked towards the front door and took my time before knocking. As I stood there, the only thing that I could hear was my heart pounding on my chest, my hands started to tremble as I knock again Please be here after a few minutes of standing there, the door finally opened I tried to put on a smile and it was quickly wiped away when I saw a guy standing in front of me. “Could you? You’re on my way.” He spoke trying to get past me, I awkwardly stepped aside and watched him walk away. “Sol?” my head snapped back and saw Yve standing in front of me.

“Why do you always draw me bad?” I frowned at Yve who’s snickering at the paper she’s holding “What are you talking about? This is YOU!” she laughed again making a comparison between me and the face on her paper. “Since when? I don’t have a big mole on my face- and my head is not this big!” I snatched it from her hand but all she did is laugh. I looked at it once more then I crumpled it up “Hey! That’s not fair” she wiped a tear on her eye and started to compose herself. She stopped laughing and looked at me, I looked back at her and frowned as I walk back to where she is. I placed my head on her shoulder and playfully smacked and hand, “You’re mean” she shrugged and slinked her arm with mine then she rested her head on mine “But you love me” she giggled. I do. I really do.

“How… Why are you– How did you find me?” I just watched her as she keeps pacing back and forth, I glanced at the room and her walls are decorated with frames, some plants and mirrors. “Yve… I missed you…” I whispered, she looked at me shocked, as if I just confessed to her that I killed her entire bloodline. “You we’re angry at me” I took a deep breath and looked at her “I’m sorry—” she shushed me so I stared at her confused “Don’t… You have nothing to apologize for.” She sat down for a moment and paced again but no words were spoken. This is not what I imagine happening when I see her again, its been a few minutes and none of us said any word. “You have to go” that was it? “You’re throwing me out?” she nodded, I scoffed and look at her “Please. Leave” No. I came here for answers and I am not going home again dumbfounded and clueless. “Why did you leave?” I looked at her, determine to find answers, she just shook her head and initiated that I leave “You’re not going to say something? Anything?” no answers. “Why couldn’t you just tell me why you—”

“Because!” her voice trembled

“Because I fucking can’t! Because as much as it hurts you, it hurts me too!” she stared at me, her chest rising from frustration. “It hurts you? So much hurting that you took off without saying anything!” I gritted through my teeth, she didn’t look frustrated anymore, her eyes looked pained. “So much for being a friend” I spat at her, my voice laced with anger. I should have said it, I know I shouldn’t have said it but I already did, fucking idiot. Her head was down, she was murmuring but I couldn’t hear what it is. “I was sick…” everything in my body became numb then she looked up, her eyes red “I was sick, I was fucking sick in the head.” I just stared at her, wishing the gods to let me take back what I said earlier. “Yve…” I tried to walk towards her but she stopped me “You want to know, right? I’ll let you know– don’t! stay where you are.” I couldn’t do anything but look at her, “I was depressed, and like any people whose depression got the best of them, I tried ending it all.” She threw her head back and sighed “I just came back from a psychiatric hospital in Europe. They brought me here in Korea for a ‘fresh new start’ that’s when I met you…” she stopped and smiled then glanced at the window beside her “I was happy, they were happy that I’m happy… I tried my best, I really did. But, my head is like a bomb, I couldn’t help it. It just happened…”

This day couldn’t be happier, well it can because Yve isn’t here yet. I had the whole day planned and it will be just us two spending it. Lucky number thirteen, that’s what they say. ‘Mom! Is Yve here yet?!” I yelled as I walk to the kitchen, “No, honey.” I groaned and stared at my mom who’s preparing food for my birthday, I tried sneaking a taste of the cake on the counter but she saw me and swatted me away “Why don’t you give her a call, hmm?” I nodded and went to the phone, she’s usually not late especially when we’re celebrating birthdays. No one answered my call, I tried passing time by playing by myself. The sun glowed orange, I looked at the clocked and its almost 3 PM and she’s still not here. Where could she be?

It’s 7 PM now and still no Yve. I was watching the TV with my dad and mom just entered the room with the phone in her hand, she was looking at me sadly “Why?” She hurriedly sat down beside me and hugged me, “I don’t think Yve will come, my sweet.” Something in me broke, I couldn’t see it but I think my heart just broke into million pieces.

“That night… I tried Sol, I really did. I promised them that I wouldn’t do it again…” I walked towards her, I couldn’t say anything to her so I just held her in my arms. She placed her head on my chest and she started sobbing. “I’m really sorry…” I caressed her back and shushed her. All this time, all this time I thought she just hated me that I was just another person on her life that she got tired of. “You could’ve told me” I cupped her face, wiping away the tears on her cheek. “How could I? You are too precious for me to drag you down with my darkness, I promised I won’t do that to you.” We stood there in silence.

New message from ‘Yvie’

‘Are you on your way? I have something for you.’

It’s been a month, I think since Yve finally told her truth. It was hard to know that she was going through that experience and I didn’t even know, that she shielded me away from all of those things and appeared ‘normal’ and ‘happy’ in front of me. I pulled up on her driveway and entered the house, the only difference from before is that now, I’m not looking for answers. My heart is still beating fast though but there’s nothing new with that, that’s just how my heart is whenever she’s around. “You’re here! Hi!” she smiled at me and greeted me with a hug, she held my hand and walked me through her studio. There was unfinished canvas, dried paint on the wooden floor, and I assume sketchpads laying around. “Why are we here?” I asked her as she disappeared “I told you! I have something for you!” She walked in again holding a rectangular thing that was wrapped with a soft cloth and some twine. She held it out for me, her head nodding excitingly. I cautiously took it from her and placed it on the table in front of us, I unwrapped it and it revealed a canvas with two people in it. “Wait…” This was us. From the first day we met, the younger version of ourselves under the tree. I looked at her adornment, she walked towards me and snaked her arms around mine “Do you like it?” she looked at me with those eyes, the one that always sucked me in ever since we were kids, the same eyes that take my breath away. I wrapped my arms around her and nodded, “Well then, there’s not harm in showing you these.” She pulled the small box on the table near us and removed its lid, I looked inside it and fell into awe as it was full of sketches of me, younger me. After all this time, she had these. From the first time we hang out and the last, she had saved all of it with a label. “See? I don’t draw you bad.” She teased. I placed the sketched back, and faced her, I cupped her face and placed my forehead on hers “Oh, Yvie…” I looked at her and she smiled back at me, her hand placed around my neck “Please, never leave again.” I whispered at her and she nodded. I closed the distance between us and planted a kiss on her lips.

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