#im not gonna lie this painting started out way different

[wolfythewitch]

the serpent deceived me, and I ate

[her-canine-teeth]

bad astrology by flower face

[dilfenthusiast-union]

Can you please do Josh and reader watching a movie?

I absolutely can anon! Gonna do a horror movie cuz that’s on theme HAHA. I hope this satisfies your Josh craving 🫶 feel free to request something different if not 🫡

Study Session

Joshua “Josh” Washington x Reader

I ended up referencing an old German film so if anyone can figure out what it is from the very vague description I gave then here’s a sweet treat 🍰

Gonna update the gif when ppl start making gifs of the sexy delicious remake

GIF updated with cutie Josh passed out in front of the fireplace literally the exact vibes IM LIVING

“You got the snacks, princess?” Josh calls out from the living room, as he sets up the projector for your weekly “special movie” night.

As part of Josh’s psychology degree, he had the chance to pick a major, and to him and his parents, it was a no brainer— film.

However, what he didn’t anticipate was the amount of weird, silent movies from the 1920s that he had to analyse in his classes.

“It’s like watching paint dry!” He exclaims, “I get that I have to understand the rules of film before breaking them, but Dad’s been doing this since before I was even an idea!” Josh drags on.

“Josh, babe. You’re starting really to sound like every nepo baby in Hollywood. I love you!…but shut up.” you peck him on the lips before pulling back to smile at him, a kinder way of telling him to shut his trap about his first world problems. He smiles dumb from the small act of affection and touch love, unable to recall what was bothering him in the first place as you dissolve his worries.”

Upon hearing his complaints, you suggest making it into a movie night, as opposed to a traditional study session where you’re both hunched over your laptops and textbooks.

Your idea sends a colony of butterflies into Josh’s stomach— you want to watch a boring movie with him? The fact that you want to spend time doing mundane things, like studying with him, makes him envision a life of pure domesticity. How could he say no to an opportunity to cuddle and be with his partner?

Before you know it, you’re microwaving popcorn and opening packets of lollies to enjoy (and to pass the time).

“Just about done! The popcorn is extremely fresh so enjoy with caution!” You mention as you pinch the bag from the top to avoid burning yourself.

He stands back up from setting up the projector equipment, looking at you with warm eyes. He questions “Are you saying that because you nearly burnt your mouth trying to eat it?”, his tone underscored with amusement.

“Guilty.” The one word expresses your regret for attempting to snack early. You settle the bags of snacks and popcorn on the coffee table, and sink into the pullout couch, ready to be entertained.

“What is this movie about exactly? The cover looks kinda freaky, I won’t lie” you examine the starting screen projected on the wall. Josh appreciates how you’re eager to demonstrate an interest in his studies despite not knowing too much.

“In the most succinct way I can say it without spoiling things…” he trails off, “A vampire tries his hand at real estate, and rats wipe out a town of people!” Your face morphs from interested to deadpan at the lack of proper context, “I guess I just gotta watch and see, hey?”

“Precisely, princess.” Josh affirms as he sits down next to you. His pet names for you never cease to make your core temperature rise with the influx of butterflies. As he wraps an arm around your frame, he presses play on the film.

Josh adds, “Thankfully for us, there’s English subtitles… because this entire movie is in German. So you’re gonna have to focus just as much as me, and resist the urge to go on Instagram.” He kisses your head to avoid any rebuttal from you.

An hour passes by and at this point both you and Josh become extremely comfortable on the couch. Lying down whilst cuddling, you hold eachother accountable by not scrolling in your phones and actually discussing the plot of the film and the main points Josh needs to remember for his analysis. The movie finishes and you’re both still awake.

Josh breaks the comfortable silence, turning to admire your features “Thanks for watching this boring movie with me, babe. You made this way more fun for me.” he pecks your forehead, followed by the tip of your nose. He gazes at your lips longingly, before looking into your half-lidded eyes and receiving a small nod.

He leans into to kiss you passionately, receiving a mutual signal from your eagerness. He can feel the heat radiating off your cheeks and he’s sure you can hear his pulse rapidly increasing the longer you two occupy the same space.

You place your hands on his broad chest, feeling him gently and slowly. Josh wraps his arms around your waist and places you in his lap, and breaks away from the kiss. You catch your breath simultaneously, staring into eachother’s eyes, as if you’re telepathically communicating your love for each-other.

“Josh, there’s no need to thank me. I’ll do just about anything with you. Because, as long as it’s you, nothing can possibly be boring.” you cut into the hot silence.

Josh revels in your statement, his eyebrows raised “Are you saying you liked the movie?” his amusement is discernible at this point. He looks at you like you contain galaxies in your eyes.

You give him a kiss on the lips again before breaking away again and grinning widely “I actually did, and I like spending time with my boyfriend.. let’s study more often!” You suggest lightly.

Josh picks you up to carry you bridal style, walking down the hall to your shared bedroom, “I can think of a different kind of studying we can do. Don’t you have an anatomy exam soon?” he smirks before laying you down on the bed, wedging a knee between your legs and trapping you in his arms.

Maybe this studying will involve an all-nighter for the two of you.

[aimseytv]

this isnt an ask just a ramble i needed to get out about au sunship, i've never had tumblr before and im running on little sleep so this isnt going to be very coherent

But like the parallel between when guqqie felt guilty about getting aimsey to lie because they didn’t want acho to see them differently/yell at them vs aimsey getting angry that guqqie told michella about what hera did because aimsey didn’t want anyone to see guqqie negatively and yell at her (i can’t phrase things right) THESE SCENCES ARENT SIMILAR BUT THEY REMIND ME OF EACHOTHER SO MUCH LIKE KIND OF FORESHADOWING??

AIMSEY SAYING

“other people’s opinions… aren’t something we can control, ….. you need to not worry about what other people think of me…”

Guqqie “people shouldn’t judge you based on one action… i just want people to see that your good”

“…i just don’t think you should be so worried about the way people are gonna perceive me because at the end of the day their thoughts don’t really matter” 

and guqqie being like “they matter to me i want everyone to like you cause your great” 

“as long as you like me then i’m okay”

And this scene isn’t made like a very big deal but like it does matter obviously and then later after mr. loverman (before they see guqqs for the first time) aimsey doesn’t think guqqs likes it anymore and so like they feel like what everyone else always thought of him guqqie also thinks of him now (“youre just a demon”)

and then during the wall scene when aimsey is like did you tell michella and guqqies like yeah and aimseys upset because like 

“i didn’t want people to see you in the wrong way, guqqie!” 

“that’s not up to you!”

“yes it is! …..  i didn’t want people to see you the same way they saw me! i didn’t want it. i didn’t want it anymore. and i just didn’t want people to start making up these things and painting you in a terrible light-

people expect these things of me and they expect me to be this bad thing and i just didn’t want that to happen to you. i just didn’t want it ok…

if i told people that you beat me do you genuinely think people would just look at you and they would think that everything’s ok? No, they wouldn’t guqqie! they would see you differently. and i didn’t want that okay! i just didn’t want that! i just wanted things to be okay…”

so we’ve kind of known this whole time that aimsey really does care about what others think of him but they didn’t quite let on to it when guqqie was talking to her about it but during the wall scene we really see how much others seeing aimsey in a negative light has affected it and how much he’s been hurt by it to the point where they’re genuinely terrified of guqqie also having to go through that!! and just!!! They announcement has made me rewatch a lot of the vods/the ausunshipduo movie and im brain rotting about them but no one I know will listen to me ramble so i just needed this to go somewhere (sorry) ive reread this to see if it makes sense but my eyes hurt so idk if it does or not (im so sorry)

this is so sweet i read the entire thing :) glad you love ausmp gamer

[f4ggydog]

Hear me out, obsessive lottie, specifically in the wilderness.

not sitting near her during any downtime? she will move directly there just to feel up on you, subtly but surely enough, she will make it known, obviously grazing your arms and body in different ways, sending a message.

talking to others more than her? she will force her way into conversation, or make it notable that she’s the first one to talk to you m the morning, asking question after question just so she can continue to talk to you.

eventually once alone, the two of you deep in the woods, likely for foraging, she wraps her arms around your waist finally getting to fuck you with no one around.

i like to think she will straddle you against a tree and use you like a fleshlight murmuring over and over again that you belong to her, as she worships you, rough from the start, creating crazy big marks, from hickeys, bites, to full on bruises from her hands gripping you so hard, even marking up your face..

she cums SO FUCKING much, it takes her a while to pump everything out….

(🌿)

anon this ask is going to brick me up so bad not gonna even lie…

first of all, you are completely off limits. and that even includes stuff like talking. nobody is allowed to say a word to you and god help them if they take the time to look at you for even one millisecond. it’s already over for them and they’re facing lottie’s wrath. when you confront her and ask why the hell she’s gotta be so possessive, she smirks and slips a finger over your mouth. “you know i have to be careful. things can get really scary if im not looking out for you. it’s all for love, baby.”

if you feel like prayer circle isn’t working for you and you don’t wanna intervene, lottie takes your hand and forces you to sit down. she doesn’t even look angry. she’s able to conceal it under a mask of a knowledgeable leader.

she’s always needs to be next to you at all times. she’s got no concept of personal space whatsoever and she never wants to let you have your little bubble without her. if you go somewhere, she will always stalk behind you, whether you approve or not. and the sex…the sex is insane, as one would expect.

when it’s just you two, there’s an 100% chance that she will pounce on your ass like a lion ready to catch an unwilling or naive zebra. she’s bending you over, tearing your clothes off, kissing your neck and cooing when you try to resist. “just relax baby, it’s okay. it’s gonna feel so good. just be good for me, yeah?”

lottie doesn’t even bother with much foreplay. she’ll lose her mind if she’s not inside you so she just fumbles with the buttons of her jeans and pulls them down along with her boxers. before you can comprehend anything, her cock’s already sprung out and it’s sliding into your quivering hole. and you guys are done when SHE says you guys are done. thrusting into you at the speed of light, her cock so deep inside of you that it outlines your stomach. she’s an animal and her pace matches that, her hands pulling at your hair while occasionally slapping your ass and face. but under that roughness is her tender voice saying, “you’re behaving so good for me, baby. you’re such a good little whore, my perfect little whore.”

she’s already got spots on your body black and blue before her first orgasm even approaches. and when it does, you’re already gasping at whining at how lottie’s still rock hard. she just doesn’t stop. she’s literally addicted to fucking you. not even three rounds is enough for all the cum she wants to shower your pussy with. “just stay still while i paint you white, princess/prince. yeah, are you my filthy little mutt?” the breeding is never ending, and by the time she’s finally cut you some slack, she’s still growling about how you are hers and how you’re her little breeding toy. meanwhile, you’re close to passing out if you haven’t already and your body is an aching, trembling mess. you can hardly stand up straight, if you even can.

i feel like this version of lottie would be so good with aftercare too though. after all the rough fucking, she’d pull you close, whispering how you were such a good puppy for her and how incredible your pussy felt. “so good princess/prince,” she coos, her cock still inside of you because she just CANT pull out yet. petting your head, rocking you to sleep and letting you rest off both your orgasms. after all, you are still her treasure, even if she likes to show that aggressively.

(this one was so fun to write anon i apologize if my horny brain took over and affected the quality 😞😞)

[annknnwa]

I’ve known Ona for years now, have been best friends since we were kids. Well to her at least, i was always in love with this girl. Always the bright sunshine of my life. But I was just her best friend, her bro, her platonic friend.

When she dating guys, I decided to turn to other things to distract myself. The hole I had in my heart that had been filled with love for her had to be filled instead with lust for others. I was constantly on tiktok watching thirst traps, trying to forget her.

Ona had started maturing into herself, being more confident, and well “growing” in other areas.

She started dressing less like the girl I loved and more like the girsl I lusted for.

Guy came and went, but the last one would be the storm that would finally break her. Her last boyfriend had cheated and she found out, they had broken up.

When I asked if she was okay, she sounded devastated, like her world was crashing down.

“Why does this keep happening? Is it me? Is something wrong with me?”

Remembering my unrequited love and my place as the best friend, I had to console her

“I’d never cheat on you if i were him, he was crazy to go for another woman, you’re so h-”

Caught myself before possibly turning my friendship weird. No way i could call her hot, how could I? Id have to explain that I was attracted to her, not as her best friend but more.

“i’m so what? Don’t be the next guy to lie to me too, You’re all I have left”

“You’re so… hot…”

Didn’t realise those words would send her spiralling, but in a different way

Only minutes later, I get a video of Ona, dancing just like the girls she knew I liked

“You always watch thirst traps right? on tiktok?”

“yeah but why did yo-“

“Am I hot? Hotter than the girls you always watch?”

I didn’t realise how much this meant to her

“I’ll be yours, just don’t look at anyone else, I don’t want it to happen again”

“Lets meet”

I don’t think we said more than 5 words. We drowned in each others pleasure. Skin to skin, body to body. We shared sweat, saliva, fluids more than we did words. We had known each other for forever, we didn’t need words to know what we wanted.

Every thrust, every pump filled Ona with what she thought was lust. Position after position, round after round, condom after condom. Then there was no more

“we ran out of condoms, maybe we should stop”

But she put me back inside of her

“Keep going, don’t stop, show me”

She wanted to be loved, but she’ll settle for lust, he had broken her, and I was all she had to fill that emptiness

“Please don’t stop”

But I loved her, I always have, and the thought that another person had hurt her this way, broke my heart.

“Wait if we keep going, ill-”

But it was too late, loving Ona, and being inside her, makes you a different person. It’s Ona after all, who could resist her.

“I’m- I’m gon- Im gonna cu”

Her walls clenched around me, encouraging me to fill her. Who am I to deny that? Her legs wrapping around me was the last straw. Missionary, no escape, no turning back. This was my chance to prove to her it wasn’t lust, it was years and years of love.

With one last thrust, I released it. Ropes painted her walls, filling her with my seed. Neither of us moved, filled with ecstasy. All that was moving was me still filling her up, her still clenching as she came harder as if my cum was a drug keeping her from calming down and our breathing.

“I’m sorry, I was just lonely and you were always so nice to me and”

Ona went on and on, same old same old, always spiralling after an event

I leaned in and kissed her on the lips. A soft one, not one out of lust but out of love.

“Stop, if I didn’t already like you, I wouldn’t stick by every bad decision you made”

That night was years ago now.

I had deleted tiktok, no more need for thirst traps

Ona stopped spiralling, she had me to keep her steady

and we stopped being best friends, instead we had become lovers. Active lovers. All it takes now is for Ona to send a video of her dancing to one of the trends on tiktok, for me to head to our nearest 7-11 to get a few protection items and we relive that night, over and over.

Although, we have been using condoms less and less, maybe we should look into baby items. Eh who cares, nothing a married couple can’t handle :)

My First actually story post! Thanks for reading! Little different from my usual reblogs and more immoral stuff. A wholesome one for a wholesome girl :)

Thanks to @ayyitsona for the request, pics and video are from her too. Check her out, you won’t be disappointed.

Story is purely fiction and only for fun. Send in your requests if you want one too! Dms open :)

[shirohige-pirates]

Birds of a Feather

CisFem Reader x Marco

CW: Violence, blood, language, adult themes and scenes. 18+ only

Summary: Life has not been kind to you. After a string of bad relationships, you're a little jaded and a little depressed in all honestly. The worst day of your life seems to be the turning point, but the roller coaster ride that follows could either throw you soaring free, or have you caged forever?

Chapter 12: The Firebird

Getting out of the car, you already saw Kid leaning against one of the bay door frames. The day was barely started and he was already covered in grease, shop uniform giving way. Knowing him he’d been working all night and hadn’t slept yet, versus having gotten up early enough to be in that state.

“Usopp here yet?” You call out, heading up to the shop proper, Marco coming up behind you.

“Yep,” Kid answers, squinting against the morning light as he cleans his hand up a little with a rag that’s seen brighter days. “Only just got here though, so you haven’t kept ‘im waiting much, Mouse.”

You roll your eyes and jerk your thumb toward Marco. “Eustass Kid, Newgate Marco,” you step aside as Marco steps up. “Marco, Kid.” You say, finishing your lazy introduction.

“Pleasure.” Marco says, taking Kid’s mostly de-grimed hand and giving it a shake.

“Sure thing.” Kid tilts his head toward the parking lot. “That yours?”

Marco looks back at his car and smiles as he looks back at Kid. “It is.”

“… Lemme put her up on a rack so I can get a good look at ‘er and I got a hood arm for you, no other charge.” Kid offers, still squinting against the light. Looking back and forth between the two of them you realize Marco’s the only person you know who could look Kid in the eye, damn giants.

Somehow Marco looks smaller than Kid, but probably because he’s not nearly as broad.

Marco looks to you and you smile. “I’m not gonna lie, I’ll be under the rack getting my fill too, if you’re okay with it.”

Marco chuckles. “Alright, it’s a solid deal, yoi.” He admits. “I’ll bring the car up. That bay?” He asks, pointing to one that looks like it has a lift in it.

“Yup.” Kid answers, his tone a little more friendly and a little less business.

“I’ll go talk to Usopp while you do that, and get things rolling.” You state, heading into the shop proper to find your car and Usopp.

The young artist is setting up his gear near your car. You start to say something to him, but the sight of your car catches your attention. In several pieces to make it easier for the paint job, everything has been reworked. If it wasn’t for the distinct body style and design of the interior, you’d almost wonder if it was your car.

“We either replaced or refurbished just about everything.” A familiar voice says from behind you. Looking over you see the wild blonde hair of Kid’s childhood friend Killer, one of the co-owners of the shop, poking out from behind the frame of a van with flames down the side of it. He turns to get a better look at you, lifting up his welding mask and giving you a smile.

“We kept what we could, but strictly original parts barely make up 10% of her now.”

“Did you guys redo the entire frame then?” You question, giving a wave to Usopp as Killer comes over to walk you through what they did to the car.

“Just about. You didn’t have near as much rust as we expected to find. Kid might not say so, but you took care of her really well, honestly. The engine had to be scrapped. There wasn’t enough machining to save it, and truthfully, the newer engines are just far too efficient.” Killer starts pointing at a few places while he explains. “Replaced all the clips and lines, new brake assemblies and tires. You got that sky blue base color, so we went with white for the interior. You had that dingy 70s silver before, so Kid didn’t think it was too different to bother saying something before hand.”

“Nah, white’s fine. It’ll be a challenge to keep clean, but y’all do detail jobs, right?”

“A-yup. Heat an’ Wire mostly, but I don’t think you’d hear a single complaint if this was the car they were cleaning.” Killer continues on. “Left the manual windows, and there’s an emergency release for the seat, but we did add fully adjustable controls to the seats.”

“Oh, programmable?” You prompt and Killer tilts his head.

“Here Kid was worried you’d be irritated by technology invading your precious time-capsule.” Killer grunts and you wave him off. “Yeah, you can put things were you want and save three different settings, so have fun with that. It’s still good old fashioned key-bound entry,” he continues on. “Kid says since you won’t have to worry about jumping her with the new, well, everything, that we could set you up with one of those magnetic keys for extra security if you wanted?”

“Hmm, I’ll have to think about it. Restored like this I’m going to have to get a new coverage policy, that’s for sure. It’d be cheaper on my end with the added security of a fancy key like that. Any chance I could have three for this car?”

“Three keys?”

You nod. “For now, one for me, one for the shop, and one for my house, in case I lose the one I keep with me.”

Killer tilts his head a little, and then nods. “I don’t see why not. I think we can order up to four for a single ignition without raising any concerns.”

“Perfect.”

“Whaddya think of her now, Mouse?” Kid asks, coming over to where you are with Marco not far behind.

“I think I’m going to go kick Victoria’s tires if you don’t stop calling me that.” You grumble.

Kid snorts. “Yeah, well, don’t kick Vicky’s tires, or your new car’s tires.” He warns. “Steel-belted, you might actually break a toe.”

“Hells Kid, are the windows bullet proof too? The security on this is already high enough as it is.” You tease, and Kid seems to consider.

“I mean, they could be.” He muses.

“No, no, that’s -,” you pinch the bridge of your nose and shake your head. “Thanks Kid, you guys did a great job.”

“Of which you had no doubt.” Kid retorts. It’d be arrogant, but he and the guys have the skills to back up his statement.

You smile and sigh, seeing no reason to give him an actual response. You turn to Usopp and give him a smile. He’s the only person in the entire shop that isn’t towering over you, it’s refreshing.

“Let’s talk design, Usopp.” You begin cheerfully. “The faster we get on the same page the faster I can look under Marco’s car’s skirt.” You hear Marco cough as Usopp laughs. Pulling a paper out of your pocket you unfold it and hand it off to Usopp. “I was thinking this kind of design.”

Usopp looks at it, looks to your car, and looks back at it. “That’s the original insignia design for the most part, isn’t it?”

You nod. “The expansion of the tail feathers would be unique, and I was thinking, one chain could go down each side of the car, and the third could come down through the headlight assembly?”

He tilts his head and looks back and forth again. “Yeah, I can see it. Do you know what colors you want to go with?”

“I think so. So if we do the outline of the wings in a kind of teal, with a metallic gold accent? I was thinking maybe a less metallic gold and more of a… hmm… dandelion gold for the chains.”

“Hm… rimmed in the metallic gold would be a nice touch.” He offers.

“Ooooh, yeah, that would. If the clear coat was a gloss finish too and not matte that would add to it.” You agree.

You’re too distracted with Usopp to notice, as Marco covers his face with a hand, listening to the two of you talk. Kid notices, looking over at him for a second before looking back at you. He keeps his voice low.

“You alright?”

“Huh? Oh - yeah, yeah. I’m good.”

“Wait, what if we invert the gold and yellow on the chain?” You prompt, and Marco makes a strange pained sound only Kid hears.

“You sure?” Kid presses a little. “If you’re going to hurl in my shop, step outside first.”

“No, I’m fine, yoi.”

Kid’s eyes narrow for a moment, and he seems about to say something when his eyes go wide.

“Oi, Mouse, I’m borrowin’ your boy toy for a minute.” He barks, grabbing Marco’s collar and pulling him away from everyone else.

“Hey, hey, don’t you-!”

“It’s alright.” Marco says, waving you off and giving you a smile as he and Kid go to the other side of the shop.

Your face twists a little, but Killer pats your shoulder. “I’ll keep an eye on ‘im, stay focused with Usopp for a bit.”

“Yeah, thanks Killer.” You murmur, turning back toward Usopp after giving Kid and Marco one more glance. Kid didn’t look happy, but Marco didn’t look bothered, so you did your best to pull your attention back to Usopp.

“The phoenix?!” Kid hisses, caught between disbelief and anger. “You’re Marco the gods-damned phoenix?!”

“Was.” Marco answers flatly. “Twenty years ago. Been a vet for over a decade.”

“The Whitebeard pirates were legendary.” Kid states. He opens and closes his mouth a few times, unsure of what to say. Caught between admiration and disbelief, he finally settles on the only thing that’s coming to mind for him. “Is she in danger?”

“No one’s been safe since Roger tried to right the world.” Marco answers a little more sourly than he means to. “But in danger because of me? No, not so far as I know. We stopped being pirates and the government stopped being a problem. Less trouble to just leave us be, yoi.”

“… Are you really immortal?” Killer asks, looking over his shoulder and giving a thumbs up before turning his attention back to the other two.

“I age,” Marco replies, tilting his head a little. “Past that, I don’t know. Nothing’s even so much as left a scar on me, yoi. But I’m not exactly testing the limits of things by taking care of cats and dogs.” He’s quiet for a moment, rubbing the back of his neck. “I haven’t talked with her about this yet, so I’d prefer-.”

“I’m not going to snitch,” Kid grumbles. “Talking about that stuff’s gotten fuckin’ touchy over the years, and considering mine keeps the shop running smooth I ain’t so stupid as to go around yappin’ about someone else’s business.”

“Happy to have your understanding.” Marco says quietly.

Having finished with Usopp, you came over to the other three, looking a little tentative until Kid waved you over directly.

“We all good?” You prompt, looking from one set of eyes to the next.

Marco smiles. “Exceptionally.”

You narrow your eyes a little and Marco looks taken aback for a second before you turn on Kid. “You didn’t go and do that whole big brother routine, did you?”

Kid rolls his eyes. “The hells would I go and do that? Yer doc’s alright.” He grumbles. “Let’s look under this car before Usopp paint’s the whole damn shop teal an’ gold.”

He pauses for a second, and turns and looks at you. “What made you pick those colors anyway?”

“I don’t know,” you admit, looking back over your shoulder at your car. “Just seemed right.”

[ivanajpeg]

ODESTA WEEK (DAY 7 LET'S GET SILLY)

Where Annie is feeling a bit silly and Finnick just let's her be

Note 1: English is not my first laguage, If you see any mistakes please let me know. Im always trying to improve

Note 2: This is the last day of the odesta week, I really had fun doing this even though my writing is not that good yet, I learned a lot during this week to improve it. I hope we have another odesta week with other promps to experiment with.

Hope you enjoy this last day of the odesta week <3

"Annie, are you sure this is a good idea?"

"Relax, everything is going to be fine"

Annie and Finnick were sitting on their bed. Annie was pretty bored today, so she proposed to him to let her do his makeup. Just for the laughs.

Finnick said yes just because he thought she would do something simple, until he saw everything she pulled out.

"You really need all that?"

"Yep, I need all this to make you look pretty"

Finnick sigh and let her start. Annie started narrating everything she was doing.

"Okay, so ill start preparing your skin"

"Preparing my skin?"

"Preparing your skin" Annie started applying different skincare products, she was having a lot of fun "now... well, this might hurt" Annie pulled out things to shave his eyebrows.

"Annie, we said makeup only, what is that?"

"I just want to shape your eyebrows, everything is going to be fine... I think so" Annie started shaving his brows carefully "Done, see? it wasn't that bad"

Annie applied the first layers of makeup. She applied a foundation way to white for hims, a concealer even whiter and a bronzer. Annie couldn't stop laughing meanwhile Finnick looked at himself in the mirror.

"Ann I look like a ghost, what is this?" he said laughing "is this really your skin tone?"

"Well you like being under the sun more than me, besides it looks like sunscreen doesn't work on you"

"And you used a concealer even whiter"

"That's how concealer work"

Annie continued doing his makeup, she used a blush she just bought, she didn't knew how pigmented it was.

"Hahahaha, you look like a clown" Annie was almos crying from laughter.

"Annie! It looks like someone just punched me! Is new right? because the one you use doesn't look like this"

"Yes, it's new, sorry" he kissed him on the cheek, he rolled his eyes playfully.

Annie applied the powder to him.

"Now I know why you take too long to do your makeup, I'm not gonna lie, I like watching you do your makeup, it's relaxing"

"It actually is, I like it a lot"

"I know, and you always look so pretty"

Annie blushed and gave him a peck.

"Which color you want for your eyeshadow?" She asked him, showing him all her eyeshadows.

"I want blue eyeshadows and glitter, like the sea" he said playing along "and add big lashes"

"Big eyelashes... I'll try, I've never been good at applying those"

Annie started painting sea waves on his eyelids with the eyeshadows and some eyeliners. She also used little stones.

Finnick looked at himself in the mirror and smiled, for him, Annie had so much talent doing this kind of stuff, he was sure he would let her practice with him more in the future.

Annie was very concentrated while applying the eyelashes, at the end she managed to do it and she smiled proud of herself.

She moved on to his lips, he chose the lipliner, the lipstick and lipgloss.

When Annie finished with his lips, he kissed her cheek.

"Finn!" Annie smiled while seeing the lipstick stain on her cheek.

"You always do it, it was time for my revenge" They both smiled and she finished the look.

They took a couple of silly pictures before removing his makeup. Annie was very happy for her masterpiece and Finnick was happy looking at Annie's beautiful smile.

He would do anything in his power to keep that smile on her face.

[urlocalnonbinarybastardwrites]

hiii so i put in a request for the matching thing but you didn’t respond to it so im guessing i didn’t put enough info which i completey understand!!! very sorry about that, i hope ur still doing these requests if not i deeply apologize. anyway pls take ur time so so sorry!!

i’d also like to be matched with someone in pjo pls!

personal info ? 15 yrs old, i’m a girl, she/her(truly idc), bisexual, half mexican (white dad…)

physical: i have medium length wavy brown hair with grown out bangs, im 5’4 average weight, pretty tan, brown eyes, silver circle glasses, i wear smudgy eyeliner w/mascara, i either wear tank tops with big pants or big t shirt with shorts

personality: i’m honestly very weird with the people im close with, like very. i have brainrot humor so im always saying weird ass shit acting like it’s normal. i’m also very sarcastic and if im not very close with someone i give them like 0 reaction i guess? idk ppl tell me im nonchalant but that sounds rlly corny 😬 anyway im very embarrassing in public when im with my friends and they hate it but i think its funny idc!! im also pretty moody but im just a teenage girl!!!!!!! i dont get mad that easily tho like i can take a joke i just get ANNOYED easily but then ill be fine in a few minutes. also ppl tell me im very funny so 😇 meat riding myself YES IM A NO SABO KID I AM TRYING TO LEARN SOANISH.

hobbies/intrests: love love love listening to music, love tv girl, tyler, mitski, arctic monkeys, the smiths, depeche mode, the cure, lana, tame impala, beabadoobee and so many other generes and artists but i only know like 2 songs 😬

i also had a severe fnaf phase, avatar the last airbender, spiderverse, saiki, and obvi percy jackson

currently OBSESSED with slushy noobz they are my whole personality they are how i act. along with avascreams on tiktok ive literally had 6 different ppl tell me “you know that one girl on tiktok?? you act just like her” IM TRILY NOT EVEN TRYING TO ACT LIKE HER I SWEAR. also love sam and colby i full heartedly believe in ghosts just watch ima become a ghost hunter 😊😊

as of right now my hobbies are playing stardew valley and never getting my homework done, i also love to draw but im not very good at it. i also love painting but i haven’t done it in a while bc of school :(( i take piano lessons as well but again, not very good even after 5 years. i rlly like reading too but again bc of school i haven’t read as much lately, love playing with my pets (dog and cat) they’re so cute i love animals so so much i want more but yknow im busy, ive also gotten into working out bc im tryna lose this face fat🫥

likes: love carnival rides!!!! they’re so fun i love the fair SO MUCH. beautiful atmosphere truly. the zipper is so fun don’t let anyone lie to you. nature, i love going on walks in the woods but i can’t bc i don’t live near any😔 food i love food, korean, mexican, american, japanese, i love it all. english class! teacher is so sweet i love her and its also easy and boring so

dislikes: six flags. i hate roller coasters. annoying ppl like bruh stfu up OH MY GOD. when my mom asks me about college, leave me alone pls!

okay i truly don’t know what else to put i hope this was enough 😓😓

-faith 👐

Hey Faith, I am so so sorry that this took incredibly long to complete. I’ve been insanely busy these few months and lots of personal stuff going on so I really hope that this does it justice! And also also don’t be sorry I’m really sorry that this took so long

Your PJO ship: Leo Valdez 🔥🔥🔥 (man I’m jealous)

Explanation: honestly the best way I can explain this is that you’re crazy totally matches his crazy. Your freak matches his freak. is somebody gonna match my freak? Yes, someone will match your freak and that person is Leo. Starting off with your physical appearance, I think that he would be very attracted to you and I think you give a vague match of his mom like I feel like you look like his mom a little little bit, which is what kind of drew him to you in the first place I feel like he probably saw you in a crowd and his jaw dropped. He just thought that you were your clothing style. He also liked your eyeliner which he had you do on him whenever you guys got comfortable enough in the relationship he was like hey can I please have your make up routine done on me? He looked rlly hot but anyway- you guys are just so chaotic together with your personality like you match him so well I feel like Leo in order to make a relationship work with him. He needs to have someone that’s either vastly different than him or the same because I mean, I just see you guys as Deadpool and Vanessa, you guys so chaotic in public you guys would do so much embarrassing shit together and social anxiety would be afraid of both of you combined, a deadly duo. Whenever you were first getting to know each other, and you were more relaxed and chill around him less if you’re crazy with showing, that’s what kind of Drew him like he thought that your dynamic could be that you would kind of be more opposites, but then he slowly realize that you were just as fucking goofy and silly as him, and he would have a blast with you as you guys got further on into your even like just friendship that eventually turn into romance. You guys always have the funniest times together like I’m not joking. You guys would be the couple to go out with if you wanted a good time because you guys just yeah you’re chaotic and glorious and also really freaking funny and I mean yeah. (I would also like to let you know to do a deeper dive into your personality. I did research some of the people you mentioned that you were compared to and watched some of their videos and subjected myself to the painful amount of puns and batshit crazy, honestly I’m pretty impressed if people are comparing you) as for your hobbies, he would love playing Stardew Valley and I feel like he would romance. Sebastian don’t ask me why, but I just feel like he would. He would totally want Sebastian as I don’t know why OK I really don’t. I really don’t but anyway that’s just my personal theory. But he would love playing Stardew with you. He’s also a procrastinator when it comes to homework and work and taking things seriously in general so you guys would be quite the interesting duo and I feel like U2 would just end up making out during study date so if you want someone to study with? He’s probably not the best person. Also, I think that he would love your art and would be absolutely obsessed. If you ever did any artwork of him or just inspired by him like he would love that he would frame that shit he would brag to everyone about how good you are and same goes with piano he’s obsessed even if you think you weren’t very good after five years of playing he thinks you’re magnificent. It took everything in him to not compare you to Apollo because he knew that that would probably get you like blasted into the sky or something, but he just thinks anything that comes from you is good basically. That’s Leo Math.

You + Anything= Good.

He can never read very much because of his ADHD. I just feel like he would lose interest in books really easily unless they’re really exciting or exactly what he’s being into at this point, so I feel like he would get the being too busy to read. He also loves animals. He would absolutely snuggle all the pets in the world. I feel like he just loves animals. I feel like he especially loves dogs because they match his energy and he’s definitely like a golden retriever guy or maybe a Chihuahua guy one of them anyway dogs are very Leo core. Also, he thinks your chubby face is cute, and while he promotes working out for the healthiness of it, he thinks you have the wrong motivation if you want to get rid of that cute squeezable cheeks. (Multiple cheeks if ykwim) he also loves carnival rides and he’s a huge foodie so if you ever went out to him, you guys would end up eating more than your stomachs and belts can handle I mean yeah you guys would just be done if you ever went out to eat because he would order so much food and then I feel like because of his ADHD he’d be midway eating through another thing and then see other stand and be like babe. We gotta go there next. basically you guys would be extremely full. He also likes nature walks. I think that he kind of just likes the dirt of it because he’s definitely not afraid to get dirty and he loves just poking around nature I mean, I honestly that’s how I see him going on hikes like he’d pick up slugs, he do all kinds of like gross stuff. People normally wouldn’t do like I don’t know, letting a worm crawl on his arm or something.  anyway you guys totally match each other crazy and match each other’s freak yes just like the song, and I really ship it 💕💓💗💞💗💞

[hyunjinspark]

SCREAMING ANON IS HERE 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️ (this time with a full review)

bestie - when I tell you that this has to be my favorite chapter thus far, I wholeheartedly mean it

the angst!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! the fluff!!!!!!! THE SEXUAL TENSION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! the fact that Hyunjin was SO vulnerable with yn!!!!!!!!!!!!!! all of it: it was beautiful & it was perfect & it was so needed

Hyun practically begging her not to leave? the ~please don’t go~ moment??? oh my gosh my HEART - it was as if the walls he built to separate himself for her were starting to crumble

& don’t get me started on when he called her baby!!!!! I screamed, I cried, I was like OH MY GOD WE ARE SO BACKKKKKK BESTIESSSSSS!!!!!!!

the end of the chapter felt like the chapter before Hyun left & I was LIVING for it ♡

but also!!! the conclusion about the photobooth pictures!!!!!!!!!!!!! it was so satisfying, so thank you for answering that question - & the fact that his copy was so worn from him consistently looking at it in his wallet??? I cried fr

okay & not to mention yn INTENTIONALLY spilling wine on herself because she knew that Hyunjin would follow her - I made the most awful noise when I read that part hehehehe (it was giving Maroon & I was like THE BURGUNDY ON MY T-SHIRT WHEN YOU SPLASHED YOUR WINE INTO MEEEEEEEEEEE) (& the whole bathroom scene??? pls tell me it continues to the guest bedroom aka Hyunjin’s room??) but also how cute Han & Changbin were at the party? I love that his friends adore yn so much & that she’s not met with resistance from anyone like Hyunjin was with Felix (different situation, I know - but still)

OH & the fact that Hyunjin just up & left his schedule to come check on her? the fact that he’s legitimately willing to risk everything now for her??? this is a soulmate au fr fr

ending thoughts (I know this is a lot & I apologize)

1. pls tell me that yn will get her paintings back somehow - even if Hyunjin has to obtain them himself

2. will we find out if Hyunjin remembers her from the art store like yn did for years & years? my bestie & I were discussing it (PS: you are more than welcome to join our book club for your own story lol) & concluded that he HAS to remember her from then, right???

3. Christmas with Hyunjin & yn would be SO cute & I feel like we all want to read this so bad lmfao

4. Jeonghan is like my comfort character at this point - I LOVEEEE him, I adore him, I want more of him lol (it makes me love Jeonghan even more irl I’m not gonna lie lol)

bestie, you truly wrote the best chapter & I cannot thank you enough for that (I mean, every chapter is the best but this one was super special)

thank you for all of your hard work, for creating a story that we all love & adore & think about on a consistent basis - I know for a fact this story has changed my life & has provided comfort & solace to me since I found it around this time last year

(& I know I’m missing a lot of things I’m wanting to touch on for my review, but for now, this will do hehehehe)

again, thank you so much bestie - I’m sosososo ready for the next chapter (but also not because I know we have like 6-ish chapters left & I want it to last for as long as possible lol take your time bestie!!! drag this out!!)

I hope you’re having the most amazing week!! ily!!

🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️

the fact that it’s your favorite chapter makes me very happy ! him asking her to stay is my 💔❤️‍🩹 and daejon gang will be back sooner than you think. a christmas scene…you may just get it, and about the art store as well…haha.

im glad you like jeonghan so much haha, i don’t know much about him (irl) but he is fun to write 🥹

you’re way too kind 😭 im happy my story provides you that comfort, that’s why i share it. :D

[storm-driver]

okay you enabled me, the chekov's gun is being fired.

SO, I DIDN'T KNOW ABOUT THE CORPSE AU GOING INTO THIS FIC, which is the au about how danny walked out of the portal accident as the half-ghost/full-ghost kid, but his human body had distinctly been left behind and was decimated. i did not know this concept had been an entire other idea, so when i read "corpse au" in the tags, i didn't fuckin know what that was and just shrugged. i forgot about it immediately.

imagine my god damn surprise when danny starts talking about something he buried in the backyard and now i'm O_O HEY DANNY??? the whole premise RATTLED me on top of a fic that was already making me floored 100% of the way. the way i verbally went "WHOA HEY" at 2 am as i read those words was an experience i cannot fucking recreate, no matter how hard i try.

i thought i'd be super squeamish with regards to the actual vivisection parts. but it was surprisingly handled in a way that only got me feeling disturbed. my body felt disgusted a little bit, just thinking about the visual of it all. i won't lie and say i DIDN'T feel revolted. but that was the entire point. i was horrified, and oddly enamored. i didn't want it from a moral standpoint, but as an idea? as the angst demon i embrace myself as??? holy shit, i really just found a new clique. it only took me 20 years.

i speedread this whole thing overnight and into my workshift in the morning. i was running a checkstand as a cashier and just vividly remembering the stuff i read and what my tired mind had created as an image in my head. i was so quiet because i was thinking back so much on the idea and the author's execution. i felt like i was going INSANE? i almost felt scared myself if only because i had been that invested and sleep-deprived that my anxiety was just going off over it. it was such an insane experience that i do not hate for happening, but man do i regret going to work to deal with that aftermath omf

im already finding myself rereading parts because im still floored by the descriptions, by the choices, the dialogue at points. the images being painted in my head alone. it's got me by the neck and i feel like ive been rattled in a cage.

the delirium of reading something so interesting after only grazing the fandom-wide topic for the longest time is such a bizarre feeling. to anyone else in the fandom that's just been exposed to this stuff for so long, this probably doesn't grab them quite as hard as it's grabbed me. but i deliberately avoided vivisection and gore for the longest time because i felt the teeniest bit squeamish.

and now im staring at it with wide eyes, and the trajectory of my life just changed. not in a way that's gonna send me careening over a cliff, but in a way that's gonna guide my creative decisions and make me REALLY think about stuff a different way.

i can't even begin to explain the specific things that got me so good because my mind is a muddled mess of everything i just felt for the past 16 hours, and i dont think there's an easy way for me to sort through those feelings in mind without just splaying them all over a table and trying to piece it together. which is lowkey what im doing rn. im trying to think about specifics, and all that's coming back to me are those moments on the dissection table. it's insane how this has hijacked my mind.

im losing it, as you can see, sorry for literally exploding in the reply, but OH MY GOD

guy who just read his first vivisection fic

[rommahh]

Love On Tour…Actually

{Im sorry for how late this was. I went to the show Friday and honestly, it was the best day of my life. I had a little PCD which made me super unmotivated but I’m back. I love you all, R}

You woke up a little grumpy, you won’t lie. You didn’t like waking up alone especially on a show day. It made you uncomfortable to be left to your own devices without any structure or schedule. You understood that Harry was a busy man but it would’ve been nice to receive some text so you could plan your day accordingly.

Sitting on the couch in the lounge of your hotel room, you chowed down on leftover pasta while watching Netflix on your iPad. You had yet to receive a text from Harry even though you had texted him hours ago when you woke up. It was hard to tell if he was ignoring you out of anger or if he was simply just lost in track. Either way you felt dejected.

On the other hand, Harry hadn’t even noticed that he iced you. He was busy running around Nashville trying to get things ready for tonight’s show. He bought you a new dress and shoes, and got the ring fitted. It was hard to figure out your ring size but he end up measuring your finger when you were passed out asleep in bed last night. When you slept, you slept and he knew that would be the perfect time to measure your finger.

Harry was so busy that morning, that by the end of his errands he realized he didn’t even have time to go back to the hotel before rehearsals. He was sporting a small cough and his vocal chords felt overworked but that’s all apart of tour.

Pulling his phone out of his back pocket as he walked into the arena, he dialed your number quickly. He had people trying to talk to him but he paid them no mind.

“Oh? Would you look who’s here?” Harry’s head shot up to the sound of your voice. There you sat on his dressing room couch, arms crossed over one another as you glared at him. Your gaze burned through him and he could just tell he was in trouble.

“Hello lovie.” Harry rasped.

“Harry you sound like shit but here you are up and about running around. You should’ve slept in this morning.” Scolding as you stand up to walk in front of him. Harry could feel the anger radiate off of you but you hid it well. He melted into your hands that cupped his warm cheeks.

“I had a lot of errands to run and I didn’t want to wake you. Also it’s just a sore throat from singing and traveling- comes with being on tour.” He mumbles dropping his head into your neck. You caress the hairs on the back on his neck and massage the tense muscles.

“You’ve got to think about yourself more, Harry. You have a show to put on but you can’t put on your best show if you’re not at your best. I am not happy with you at all.” Even though your words were scolding him, you held him your arms in the most soothing way. That’s what Harry loved about you, you cared for him like no one else could (aside from his mom). You could tell him off with your harshest words but he’d always feel your love from miles away.

“You’re right love, sorry for not keeping in touch today.” You hum in acknowledgement. You both pulled away from each other when his driver walked in with Harry’s abundance of bags. “Thank you, sir.”

“What all did you buy?” You ask walking towards the bags. Harry’s arm shot out in front of you making you stop. You looked up at him in shock. “Fine be secretive.”

You huffed before making your way back to the couch. Harry rolled his eyes at you, making way to his shopping bags. Plucking the bag from Nordstrom he plopped it down on the table in front of you.

“I just didn’t want you snooping at some other stuff. I bought you this, for tonight.” He sat down beside you, thighs touching leaving no room between you two.

“Im not trying to be mean. Just a little peeved that you left this morning without telling me. You also have a cold and I wanna take care of you since you won’t do it.” A hand rubs his forehead luring his eyes shut.

“Sorry baby, I thank you for caring so much.” He whispers sleepily.

“Im always gonna care for my bubs.” Kissing him on the lips, your turn your attention to the bag. The small grey bag had light tissue paper covering the product within the bag. The tissue falls to the floor as you dig into the bag. A silky champagne dress, folded neatly to decrease wrinkles, sits in the bag. The dress was soft and you knew it was loose enough to give you the room to dance. Soft snores escaped the boy beside you- the exhaustion evident on his face.

You pull the dress out of the bag and walk over to where his outfit of the night hung. The dress was hung beside his to be steamed for later. Turning around, you smile at the sight of your curled up boyfriend. Your heart hurt knowing that in a few minutes he would have to go rehearse.

Harry sleepily went through rehearsals sitting in a chair the whole time. He knew his stage cues and performance, he only had one more thing to rehearse but it required for you to not be in the room. He gave one look to Jeff to signal him to get you out. Jeff made up some excuse saying that he needed help with some social media post for the show.

Before the show, there was a catered dinner from some local restaurant. Harry ate a light meal of fresh vegetables and a sweet iced tea which has grown on him having lived in the states for some years. You ate grilled chicken and fries enjoying the free food. The two of you ate alone in his dressing room- wanting a moment of piece before the crazy.

“How are you feeling?” You ask Harry. He shrugs, he was more nervous than anything but you wouldn’t understand why if he had told that to you. He felt floaty. Tonight would be a game changer, a step in a whole new direction. This is something he’s wanted to do for years now but it’s finally happening, and he’s scared.

"Im ok, a little tired but what else is new. I can't wait to sleep all night and cuddle with you." He grabs your hand from across the table. you squeeze it, frowning at his revelation.

"I don't like that you're so tired." You worry, his hand squeezes yours in reassurance.

“Im ok, it’s all apart if the job.” He looks down to your bare ring finger, thumb brushing over the empty spot. Your nails were done in your favorite way, some funky pattern you found from Pinterest all painted on short coffin nails.

“I love you Harry and I’m so proud of you. I know that these years put us both in a bad place mentally but I’m happy of where we are now.” Harry could almost tear up to your words. They settled into his mind, resonating. He was making the perfect decision and you solidified that ideal.

2014

Harry didn’t know how they did it. A show every night, a new state everyday, a new country every few months- he was burnt out. He was tired of shared tour buses and the lack of autonomy. Last nights LA show was amazing, the crowd was amazing, the energy was amazing- so why did he feel so horrid?

He walked around in The Grove, security guards walking in front and behind him. He wanted a peaceful day alone but here they were. Fans watched suspiciously trying to decipher if it was Harry or not. His hat and sunglasses were obviously not the disguise he thought they would be.

As the whispers got louder, his heart started to flurry more. Panic seeped into his veins as he looked for an escape. Bolting in the Barnes and Nobles- security guards close behind- Harry asked for the employees to close shop just for a moment. Harry only needed a moment to get a car near by to escape to. Feeling overwhelmed, Harry hid.

In between the historical fiction and romance aisle is where he sat. Head between his knees, trying to catch his breathe.

“Are you ok?” A voice asked from above him. His head whipped up in shock. Standing there was you, three books clutched between your arms. Adjusting your dress you dropped down to the floor in front of him.

“I-im fine, tired but fine.” He replied. He looked different than he did the night before, you thought. Last night, he was energetic and full of life and now, now you saw a boy whose exhaustion overpowered him.

“You here for any books?” You were just trying to change the subject, something you did with yourself when you had panic attacks.

“Oh no, I don’t-“ he stuttered shaking his head. You smiled at him before pulling a book from your stack. The fault In Our Stars, your new favorite.

“I love this book, one of my favorites. Heard a movie is coming out too so that’s fun.” You joke. Harry’s relaxed slightly, you nestled closer to him. Opening the book, you began reading, your gentle voice calming Harry.

At the start of chapter four, an interruption pulled you both away. Harry’s security guard told Harry that a car was waiting and the perimeter of the store was clear. Harry nodded telling the guard to give him five more minutes.

“I guess this is it.” You mumble closing your book. Harry nods but makes no move to leave. Something clicks in him as he looks at your face again.

“You were at the concert last night, meet and greet?” He muses.

“Yeah, One Direction is my favorite band. My friend bought our vip tickets for my birthday. Best night ever.” You say quietly, scared that he might think that you’re some obsessed fan.

“Oh, well I’m glad you enjoyed the show….so why didn’t you freak out today or- or expose where I was?”

“You’re a human being, just like me. You get nervous, frustrated, and sad just like me. You get panic attacks just like. Who am I to treat you differently?” Your words did so much for Harry. “Now don’t get me wrong, you’re my favorite in the band, but I don’t idolize you nor do I wish to be in your position cause I know it must be hard.”

“It is. Hard, I mean, really really hard. I love my job but I’m tired.” The silence you two shared burned a connection between you two. “This may be weird but could I have your number? I like talking to you and I wanna hear more of this book.”

Placing your hand made bookmark in the book, you closed in and gently placed it on Harry’s lap. “Have it. I have one at home and if you still want to talk about it- I’ll give you my number.”

Harry stills as the book sits in his lap. “I want to talk to you about the book.”

After exchanging numbers, Harry was urged by you to go. Walking side by side to the door, you were separated by his security.

“Harry, don’t let this keep hurting you. Find the joy and grasp on to it.”

You turned out to be his joy. Calls every night after shows and different books being read together, you both gravitated towards each other. Everyday was a new day to grow closer together. He invited you to more concerts, paying for every ticket because he just needed to be with you.

The show was going beautifully. Harry looked amazing in stage in all white and most fans were captivated by your outfit too. It worried you to see Harry so exhausted on stage but you knew he would stick it through like he always does. Proud was an understatement in your eyes. Harry made you more than proud.

You stood in the back of the watermelon pit at the end of the aisle where his stage stopped a few feet away. Jeff stood beside you like he normally did but he was acting suspicious. You two never stood on the side of Harry’s exit but this is where Jeff said you’d get the best view tonight.

Harry sang his final ‘we’ll be alright’ before doing his stage stroll and bows, but instead of finishing in the middle of the stage- he went down stage to the place he normally exits to at the end of the night. You watched in confusion, along with the crowd, as he walked down the steps to you. The crowd erupted in screams as the lights focused on where you were standing.

“What are you doing?” You asked with large eyes of shock. You felt your heart stop in your chest. The crowd getting louder by the moment. Harry walked closer to you, one hand digging into his pocket while his eyes focused on your face. You couldn’t place what was happening but you’re eyes welled with even more tears nonetheless. Jeff was to the side with a huge smile and his phone out to capture the moment.

“Y/N, my love, my light, the best thing that has happened to me,” he didn’t have his mic on so the crowd couldn’t hear him but you could hear him perfectly. As if you two were the only ones in the large arena, you could only see Harry. “From the moment I met you in the bookstore, I knew you were meant to be in my life. Somehow you took me from my darkest place and guided me to my lightest.

I know our lives have been hard but we’ve always found a way to be alright. I want that for the rest of my life. I want you to be by my side for the rest of my life, so will you please, my love, marry me?”

You gave him no time to answer as you yanked him up by his arm. You wept as you exclaimed loud yeses, yeses that could be heard by a few fans who screamed in excitement igniting the rest of the crowd to scream. Harry picked you up in his arms, throwing one arm out to wave at the crowd before bounding backstage.

“Oh my god Harry!” You exclaimed as he set you down. He only had a few minutes to talk so you kept it quick. You pulled his face down to your kissing his lips. This kiss pulled you both deeper into each other.

He pulled away making you whine. “I gotta go back but I promise you’ll get it all tonight. I can’t believe you said yes. I love you so much.”

Harry’s energy multiplied by 100 going back on stage. He even went as far as to explain what watermelon sugar was about. Remembering when the song was made, it made your legs clench together- a pulse overwhelming your lower regions.

Looking down at your hand, you could feel yourself tear up again at the ring he bought you. It fit perfectly in your hand, you remember him measuring your hand that night even though he thought you were asleep. The thought of your future made your heart swell. A future with new music, a wedding, a nice house, and babies made your heart swell. This was something you couldn’t wait for.

Harry found his joy in you but he never knew about the joy he was to your dark life.

[toxicbubblegum212]

Maze runner Newt x reader Jealous of Thomas

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Part 3 here

Warnings: 18+ Smut, rough sex scene, semi forced and possessive

"You were with him again weren't you..." newt scowled at you. "What one earth are you talking about newt?!" "Im talking about bloody Thomas making goggly eyes at you!". You knew newt had issues with other boys in the glade especially Thomas. He been going on about him all week. "Newt why does it matter, i don't fancy Thomas" you look in dead in the eyes with a stern glare. Newt started taking dangerously long determined strides towards you. The look in his eyes was like nothing you had ever seen. It was a look of power, dominance and most of all want. "Well that doesn't change how he thinks about you..like how i think about u." You back was now pressed hard against the wooden wall in the homestead, his eyes piercing through yours, you could feel his breath on your neck.

This was not the sweet loving newt you were used to this was newt sizing you up and sexually intimidating you. "Newt..im not in the mood.." "Well to bad love cause i am.." he whispers in your ear. "Newt this is against the rules!!" your voice is now shaky and unsure. "Nobody has to know accept you and I" he smirks in your ear. "Newt!", "No one will believe you, im gonna have my way and take whats mine!" Newt growled. "No Newt stop this at once!!" you plead as you try your hardest to push him away. You hands were shaking and your heat was racing. Newt kissed your ear, the unusual sound made shivers run up and down your spin. Newt continued his sloppy rough kisses down your neck. His hands found its way down to your waist, his grip was tight and determined to keep you in place. Newt abused the soft skin on your neck. You refused newt access, newt bites your neck causing you to yelp raising your head. "You think you can hide from me love.." Newt growls his breathing is heavy. He starts to suck and bite leaving dark purple hickeys. Newt continues his trail of destruction all the way down to your collar bone. Your chest and neck were covered in obnoxious hickeys. Newt had not soften up at all his rough treatment was still going strong.

Newt stops catching his breath, he's breathing is still present on your neck. You noticed that your body was starting to feel increasingly hot. Newts eyes peered down at your chest, his hands started creeping there way up. His hands felt warm on your soft skin, one of his hands started roughly fondling your breast. Newts other hand was pulling up your shirt till your breast fell into place. Your breathing hitched, Newt started kissing your neck as he hands starting pinching and pulling on you nipples. You tried hard to muffle out your whines and yelps but newt wasn't making it easy.

"Whats wrong love having trouble" a smirk plastered on his face. Newt soon stepped back biting his lip looking at you up and down. "Get your pants off" you obeyed and you slowly started to undress. "That right i knew you couldn't obey your second in command." you simply stayed silent no wanting to make things worse. "Come here love" he pats his lap. You face dropped knowing what he planed to do next. Newt bent you over his lap, your breast pressing against his thighs. "Tell me what you were talking about with Thomas.." newts voice was low. "Nothing! AAaahhh mmff" Newts hand hit your as with a loud smack. "Don't lie to me" he growls, "there a difference between the truth and what you wants to hear" you shout. "MMmmmff Fuck!" you cry as newt hit you once more. "Your starting to get wet love, don't tell me you enjoying this.." at this point you just refuse to answer. "Fine then.....get on the bed". You get up falling back onto the bed hearing the springs squeak. Newt grabs both your legs spreading them apart before pulling them plus you towards him. Newt leans down till your noses touch, you can see a great amount of lust in his eyes. "i hope your ready to scream". Newt placed your legs on his shoulders as he positioned himself next to you entrance.

Newts face scrunches up as he grunts as he enters you, you arch your back and cover you mouth muffling your whiny voice. Newt did not give you time to adjust, he started with a medium speed. "Scream my name Y/N!!!" you start leaking out moans and irate breathing. Newt started to speed up, his grunts became louder, sweat formed on his forehead with is ruff blond hair sticking to it. The sound of loud smacking filled the room, you started to feel dizzy ,your stomach started cramping up and your hands gripped the bed sheets. "aaah Newt please mmmfff" you begged. "Scream my name" Newt hiss "I want Thomas to know that your bloody mine!" Newt started pounding you at an inhuman pace. It was too much "aaahh aah aaAAAHHH NEWT!" you screamed as you came on him. Newt quickly pulled out spilling his load over your chest. You were both a painting mess. He collapsed down next to you, pulling you towards his chest kissing your head. "Sleep now love"

Like for part 2: It ill be Thomas's turn *wink*

[oniongarlic]

Any advice for writers block but for visual art?

Ok, im gonna approach this from the position of a hobbyist, because professional art is a beast of a different colour [i can talk abt that some other time if anyone wants to hear it] also i realize i got a bit long winded about this, but bear with me. Also I’m going to say drawing a lot, but this can apply to whatever medium or technique.

So lets say i played a bit of tennis before in school and i really liked it and want to get back into it. I go out and buy a racket and some balls, and i show up on the local court brimming with excitement. I am going to be the Serena Williams of this tennis court, everyone will see my secret well of innate talent overflow like a geyser, nobody will be able to believe their eyes when they see my perfect first try spin serve. I launch the ball as high into the air as i can muster, i feel my secret innate talent balloon inside of me and the ball descends. I strike my racket at it with the full amount of raw force i can physically produce. The ball bounces at my feet. I missed my first shot. Completely whiffed it. The balloon of secret innate talent explodes and deep shame and embarrassment washes over me. I’m not Serena Williams. I’ll never be an amateur tennis player. I suck at tennis and I’m a failure. I go home and hide the balls and racket in the back of my closet and try very hard never to think about them.

So that sounds like a bit of an exaggeration, but that is how i’ve seen so many people approach art. There is this mythology around art that “You either have it, or you dont” and that the people who are really good were born with those skills. The mythology of “innate talent” is a huge toxic lie, for two reasons:

It makes beginners think that they cannot do it. People run into the first bit of technical difficulty and take that to mean that they are a failure, instead of recognizing that difficulty and multiple failed artworks is a natural and essential part of the process of learning an art medium. You will fail a lot. It’s part of the experience.

It discredits and erases the extreme amount of work that higher level artists have put into their practice. They have almost always spent years, decades, developing their skill.

While “innate talent” is not real, I’ll tell you what IS real. These steps listed below.

1. Commit to a regular schedule of practice

The first bad habit any artist has to demolish is waiting to be inspired to start practicing their medium. If you only draw when you have a great idea, by the time you start on your magnum opus your drawing skills are likely to have atrophied in the time you spent lying on your chaise longue searching your blank mind for an idea and the drawing will not be successful. Make time on a weekly basis to physically partake in drawing, even if you have no particular inspiration yet. In drawing ideas come from the hand, not the brain, and you’ll find yourself having FAR more ideas when your hand is moving on the paper than when you are sitting still, not engaging the hand and eye.

2. Set attainable goals

The best thing about art is the challenge of gradually building a skill, and it helps to create specific and attainable goals along your journey. This could be anything from increasing your stamina to draw for longer periods to achieving finer shading, to learning to draw faster. It depends on what you want to achieve, but always set yourself a goal that can be achieved in 10 works or less.

3. Change mediums OR stick with it

If you’re wrestling with your tools, now is the time to decide whether you want to use something else or not. If the end products you make at the best of your ability just don’t please you and the art that others have made in that medium don’t inspire you, try a different medium. What paintings/drawings do you like? Find out how those were made and maybe try making a picture that way. On the other hand, if you really love the end products made by other artists using the same medium as you but you’re just not there yet on the skill level, its time to dig deep. You will get through this difficult period and you will succeed if you work hard.

Special note for digital artists: try and also learn a traditional medium. Digital art is informed by traditional art, so it would help to be familiar with a traditional medium that is comparable to your digital style.

4. Draw something intentionally bad

If u are REALLY stuck, draw the ugliest drawing u can. I want to see like the shittiest picture of sonic the hedgehog and bart simpson riding scooters with pizza. Draw the “cool S” a few times. Just get some marks down on your page

5. Draw something from life

I don’t care if you have a cartoon style, you WILL benefit from drawing something realistically. It trains the eye, hand, and mind to work together like nothing else, AND the criteria is straightforward. Does your drawing look like whatever you have in front of you? Is the only question you have to ask. This is a good thing to practice when you dont have anything in particular that you want to draw, because by the time the idea occurs to you, your eye, hand, and mind have already been working together and will be ready for the task. Choose something simple to draw, an apple or something. It’s just hand training.

Special note for cartoon people: cartoons are distilled from realistic visual impressions of the world. You wont lose your style by practicing drawing something realistically. It will improve your cartoon style, because now you will know in greater detail what it is you are distilling.

6. Youtube

You can learn anything on youtube. Search up “how to paint/draw [what u want to draw] with [your medium]” and i can almost guarantee there is an artist on youtube with a video detailing exactly how they did what you are trying to do. Watch what other artists do and copy their techniques. A lot of us are learning art all alone now, as opposed to earlier periods in art where artists would all be in a big room together, watching their teacher and each other. This leads to some real artistic anemia because people are missing out on a huge visual component of learning art, which is watching a master do it. Watch youtube videos of what you want to do and mimic what you see.

7. Longterm goals

Time for my second section on goal making, this time those big juicy goals that take a long time to achieve. Make yourself a folder or collage of art from artists who make the kind of art you want to make. These should be like your top tier best of the best in ten years from now artistic inspirations. These works will inform what you need to practice in the meantime to grind your skill into a sharp point.

A final note about style copying:

Contemporary artists can be touchy about style copying, “stylejacking” as its sometimes called, so while you can and should learn techniques from other artists, it is best not to try to perfectly inhabit the style of a working artist. If your main inspirations are all currently alive, try to blend inspirations and techniques from ten or more of them. If the artist you are copying has been dead for 50+ years you can pretty much go ham. Within reason.

[halfpint55]

Feels Like We Only Go Backwards - Chapter 16:

by @oldpotatoe on AO3

"Hina claps with awe at the eruption of flames from Zuko’ skin. It is yellow, yes, orange too, but there is purple in the fire, and green, and red, blue, white, pink and more, all dazzling and brilliant as they burst from Zuko’s palms.

“Cool!” she yells, but Sokka hears her as if from a distance, finds his heart catching somewhere between his throat and mouth at the sight of Zuko’s shy smile, the rainbow reflected in his eyes. The light flickers over both their faces, vibrant and ethereal.

...

Sokka turns on his heels slowly, awestruck at the colourful warmth surrounding them. Zuko’s taken care to keep the flames a safe distance away, but Sokka can still feel the gentle heat of the fire flowing around him. It sinks into his skin, pushes all the way through to some unknown, untouched part of him that resides deep within his chest, making it unfurl until its blossoms peek out like the first buds of spring. And when he comes to a stop right back where he started—staring at Zuko’s cupped hands, his upturned mouth, his hair shimmering a thousand different shades, the way he looks up at Sokka just then with his unscarred eye squinting at its corner, bright and effusive and striking— the blossoms spread wide in his chest, trailing up and down and throughout him, catching at his seams. Coming alive.

And he thinks, oh.

And he thinks, oh shit."

Note: This art has a very specific song to go with it!

“We’re not equal parts / light and dark / we can be brilliant”

I literally had this song on repeat most of the time that I was drawing this and this particular lyric just hoofs u in the chest as you look at Zuko SOFT AS ANYTHING bending dragon fire so pls, feel free to play it while you peruse the art.

There’s been a lot of really amazing but oh my GOD PAINFUL art from the flwogb fandom recently so in these trying times may I offer this happier piece to remind you of the magic moment Sokka fell for Zuko for the second time in 5 years. I title it “Oh Shit”. 

I'm such a sucker for a character realising they're in love with the italicised "oh shit" I go FERAL for that every single time and ms oldpotatoe fucking DELIVERED on that (even though she delivered an emotional sucker punch almost immediately after thank u ma’am). This moment just made my breath hitch as I read it and I was thinking “of course, of course they just make their way back to each other. of course they do”. It was such a gorgeous moment I had to put my phone down for a moment and BREATHE.

something that really inspires me to create from Ruby’s fic is the perfect clarity of the writing - I can SEE these gorgeous moments she writes as already made paintings in my head and I gotta DRAW. This one was clear as day, so I’ve spent so long trying to achieve what I saw in my head and I think I’ve come pretty close.

Not gonna lie I drew his expression and immediately got emotional about my OWN GODDAMN ART, (but I have been assured that this is completely normal).

Now I can’t post this without talking about the goddamn hair. I wrestled with his hair on this for MONTHS - I always thought that I'd struggle with hands, or even anatomy and proportions but NO. Hair seems to be my drawing nemesis and makes me wanna snap my tablet in half but nonetheless i have persevered (but for the love of all that is holy please zoom in I beg u I spent too long on the little details).

In terms of the shading and colour, the hair is very much An Experiment and I haven’t played with hair and light much before, but i was so intent on capturing the colours of the fire reflected in Zuko’s hair, i wanted it to be so ethereal. ethereal enough to just make Sokka fall headfirst down the stairs, two at a time, in love. So I gave it a go. It’s possibly too shiny and not quite how real hair would behave, and i’m probably gonna go away after posting and keep fiddling with it, but you know what I think it’s pretty, and im gonna challenge my perfectionist self to just... leave it be. 

Ruby, I love u and I offer u this humble art as a small bribe to treat my boys well in the coming chapters (please, we don’t always have to go backwards do we?). <3 <3

[hollowedwing]

Isekai-ed into Hawk's Life

Hawks x gn!winged!Reader

Warnings: ⚠️ Death!(at very beginning, it is an isekai), mentions of death throughout, some angst(??maybe not yet??), slight cursing

THIS WILL NOT FOLLOW A SPECIFIC TIMELINE IN THE MANGA

(so sorry i just, love, love, the idea of having wings)

(this is all my art, it is on IG, im just too embarrassed for people who know me irl to potentially find this xD Even though none of them have tumblr 👀 if you somehow recognize it...props to you?)

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tbh, I can’t decide if I want this to have more than 1 part. 

Word count: ~1,800

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You were on your way home from a long evening at your part time job. Before that you had already taken 2 finals that morning too.

You dragged your feet, exhausted, as you headed towards the crosswalk. Stopping at the edge as the traffic light turned green, you decided to pull out your phone and decided to watch a speed paint from your favorite artist who recently released a new video.

It just so happened it was a Hawks speed paint 👀

The light turned red and you slipped your phone into your pocket as your started to make your way across the street

little did you know this would be the last time you'd cross the street

A wild driver came barreling down the road, no regards for civilians or traffic lights, probably drunk or high or just someone out for blood.

You stood there like a deer caught in headlights as your life flashes before your eyes

You can barely comprehend what's happening as you felt pain engulf your body and suddenly you were unconscious

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Keigo tiredly stumbled into his large apartment, kicking off his shoes and shrugging his jacket off by the door

He wants nothing more than to just flop down and pass out. The HPSC has been giving him hell lately about god knows what.

He let out a long sigh and headed towards the bathroom to do his nightly routine

As he finishes up, he drags his feet towards his bed and flops down face first into the comfort of his pillow and sheets

Keigo falls asleep almost instantly after getting into a comfortable position, worn out from a long day of work

What he wasn't expecting was a loud "thud!" coming from the main room. He jolts up from his bed, feathers ready to attack.

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Reader's pov(?)

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You groaned as you hit the floor. Your head was spinning and it feels like a truck just hit you

oh wait...

You suddenly became more alert, looking around in a panic, expecting to either be on the road and injured or in a hospital of sorts. What you didn't expect was a wooden floor inside of a random apartment.

You felt around your body for any signs of injury, but all you found were a set of wings on your back- wings?? Hold up. Why did you feel wings what kind of sick joke was this?

Your thoughts were racing as your breathing picked up. What was happening? Didn't you just get hit by a vehicle? Why are there wings in your back? Where are you even?

Feeling around in your pockets, you found your phone and whipped it out, trying for anything. You turned it on, the harsh light of it illuminating your face, you tried to send a text to your best friend, but alas, it wouldn't go through. Actually nothing on your phone seemed to work. You checked your location settings, for some reason it said Musutafu, Japan.

Wasn't....Wasn't that the location that most of Boku no Hero Academia took place?? This can't be right, this has to be a dream right? There's no way that you could have actually ended up here unless...

Then it hit you.

You read your fair share of isekai series back when you were alive in your realm. Mostly manhwas of characters getting reborn into another person's body, but, never actually reincarnating as yourself into another world.

That was the only thing you could think of. You must have been reincarnated into the Boku no Hero Academia world. Except as yourself.

In all honesty, this is not how you thought you'd go out. You didn't know what to expect after death, but this definitely wasn't it. After all, this was a fictional setting, wasn't it?

Well, not anymore because now you're living in it! Smh.

That would also probably explain the wings on your back. This was you now. You have a bird quirk.

Now, all you have to do, is figure out where the heck you are.

Just as you are about to stand up, feathers zip towards you, pinning you to the ground

You hear footsteps begin to come towards you. You don't know if you should be scared for your life considering you've already died once or ecstatic because, you knew for a fact, this could be none other than Hawks' apartment.

The winged hero finally emerges and stares down at you, crossing his arms over his chest.

He says in a low, gravely voice from sleep, "Who are you, and how did you get into my home?" You stare back up at him and nervously chuckle.

"I'm not sure you'd believe me if I told you." You nervously sigh out.

"Try me." He demands, sounding a little more irritated now. You sigh in defeat and start to explain your situation.

"Do...do you know what an isekai is?" You said sheepishly while turning your gaze away from his. He kind of gave you a confused head tilt and just a vibe that said “No”. You sigh again and explain it to the best of your ability. Hawks becomes more and more interested and confused as you talk, but nods a long slowly. 

“So...you were reborn here, but as yourself? Wait- does that mean you died before!?” He asked, disbelief and fear ran through his eyes. You looked at him in bitter amusement.

“Apparently I did. The last thing I remember of my world was getting hit by some truck or car. The dude clearly did not know how to drive. I had the right of way I was pretty sure at least. I mean, the light was red, usually that means pedestrians can cross the street? And plus he was going wayyy over the speed limit,” you begin to ramble on, the reality of actually dying setting into you. Hawks noticed the panic beginning to set into you and released you from his feathers. He crouched down next to you and grabbed your shoulders gently.

"Hey, hey, hey, look at me, you're ok now, right? You're here, and not dying in the middle of the street still. You're here. In Musutafu," he said trying to calm you back to reality. Well, what was your new reality. Your mind was racing. Trying to put together a coherent thought. 

You look up to him, with a panicked look still in your eyes, thoughts started to come out of your mouth as your brain was trying to catch up with the situation. "I'm... I'm in Boku no Hero Academia and, and you’re Keigo... standing... right in front of me..I have wings. I have wings? Jeezus I have fucking wings. And I’m dead in my own world. I don’t know anyone, well, wait, technically, I do know people, just-Oh gods! I’m so sorry, that name slipped out! I- I, I’m really sorry Hawks." Even in your wild state, you noticed Hawks tense up at the sound of being called Keigo by a total stranger, and were able to get out an apology. That was progress? You were slowly coming back to reality.

Hawks froze up a bit at the sound of hearing his real name mentioned. At first he wasn't sure if he believed your tale of the isekai situation, but after this he might have to reconsider it. He opted to shake off that weird feeling for now and focus on different matters. 

" I-I don't know what I'm supposed to do now? I have nowhere to go or to stay. I'm in a whole different freaking universe! My phone doesn't even hardly work here. And I have a pair of wings on my back!" You puffed them out angrily. Hawks glanced behind you and his eyes widened a little. You in fact, did have a set of bird wings. Kind of owl like wings. Not near as big as Hawks', but definitely big enough to fly you around.

Before Hawks could process the words coming out of his mouth, he was already asking you, "Would you maybe like to stay with me? I can help with your quirk too." He glanced away awkwardly. You looked towards him in disbelief.

"Dude, are you sure? We literally just met like 10 minutes ago? I mean, I'm all for it, I have nowhere else to turn to, but if you really really don't want me here, I will politely step out of your life." You so badly wanted to accept his offer on the spot, but being the considerate, mostly sensible human you were, you gave him the option to back out. Hawks shook his head.

"No, no, it's alright. You can crash here. Uh- I mean- stay here! Sorry!" You giggled at his comment.

"Well thank you very much!"

"It's all good. I have a spare bedroom you can occupy for the time being. I'll give you some clothes to sleep in that'll hopefully fit. Accidentally bought a couple things in the wrong size without looking. " (a/n: just...just assume its your size, or oversized, whatever's comfy idk) He jumped up and headed towards his room to grab you the clothes. You still sat on the floor. Still amazed at everything that was occurring.

Hawks walked back into the room and tossed you the clothes. "Hey uh, you know, you can get up now, sorry for holding you down earlier.."

You blushed and scrambled to stand up, "Oh no! It's ok! I understand. This would definitely warrant that kind of action. Some random stranger crashes into your apartment at like 1am. I completely understand. Honest."

He let out a small laugh and wearily brushed his fingers through his hair. The adrenaline of everything finally wearing off. He could feel the tiredness setting into his aching muscles again. “Ah, well, I’m going to head to bed now. The room is down the hall at the very end that you can stay in. I’ll take you out training tomorrow evening if that’s alright?”

You gave a nod of understanding and followed him down the hallway. “Goodnight Hawks,” you sang as he walked into his bedroom. He gave a hum of acknowledgment and closed his door. 

Making it into what was now your room, you changed out of your clothes so fast, eager to rid yourself of the past hours events. 

Not gonna lie, you could not figure out how to properly get your new wings into the shirt, even with the holes and snaps in the back. Your mind was too exhausted to even process this new skill. So you ended up going to bed without the shirt on and just settled for putting the sweatpants on. 

You figured it’d be good to just pass out asap. You were sure if you tried to recount the recent events, you’d spiral into a panicked mess. 

You shut your eyes tightly, willing yourself to sleep, trying to only think of positive outcomes for the future. But to be honest, you didn’t know enough about anything in this realm to think rationally about anything good. 

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I prooobably didn’t proofread this as much as I should have