#images are random and from Pinterest but i thought they fit her

[that-unfortunate-crow]

ALRIGHTY, SLEEPSONA TIME!

I suck at sharing OC lore so bear with me. Basing this off of the band lore/characters, not the actual people.

Name: Love Veris [Name that was literally shouted from my subconscious while listening to Jaws]

Current Age: 25

Age She became a Vessel: 21

Occupation: Witch

I can literally see her in my mind but I can't draw her. [*Screaming Internally*]

Appearance: Long brown hair with streaks of grey. Usually worn in a bun or single braid.

Dark Green eyes

Tan skin mottled in scattered scars and burns

6'2 and lean muscle

Color Palette: Green, black, grey, maroon

Likes: Candy, Oranges, Fantasy novels, Poetry, Coyotes, cats, cooking

Dislikes: Loud Noises, being interrupted, Deep Water, the number 27

Instrument: Six string acoustic guitar

Still working on how she met Sleep and How she ended up as a vessel.

Thinking about calling her VII [Seven]

[astrow0rldx]

PAC Tarot: What is your seductive power🫧

COUNT LEFT TO RIGHT NOT VERTICALLY. while writing, the moon is in leo, time to shine!

pick an image it can be whatever your intuition calls to, the photography you find most aesthetically pleasing, or just the one that reminds/looks most like you (doesn't have to).

these were so random on my Pinterest homepage, and don't fit into any category, i chose them before the reading to. but lets get into the reading.. Listen to your song to understand your muse & extra messages. Click the link to understand the Seduction Type for your pile.

Pile One type: the natural

TAROT: 3 of pentacles, 3 of wands. ORACLE: Root chakra: Resilience + "enslaved, surrendering control"

Unpredictable, exciting, adventurous.

Besides your type as the natural, which is the least toxic archetype and basically about being genuine, playful & having a emotional connection that connects them with childhood nostalgia. Read more about it on the link + listen to your song.

Your seduction power is your strength to overcome things. Cope with hardships. Your deep lore, and trauma. People probably are seduced by the thought of you "taking it" & surrendering yourself to them. You having that strength. With the double 3 also signifying this growth & resilience, you seduce people by maturing kind of. The strength and confidence you come with from it.

People may be seduced when you are with groups of people too. 3 of wands is also about traveling, & expanding experiences. Heavy on the adventure part, adventures with you, your forward thinking & openness seduces people. Seduced by going places and exploring with you, like field trips, dates, parties, plans. The more you grow in life, that seduces people. Sexually people might be seduced by the fact that they can try new experiences with you, and grow/expand.

You definitely seduce people in school or work areas. People are seduced when they are working with you, again in a group. How you work with them & build connections and your teamwork that you put into it. The way you can collaborate and the way you make other people feel collaborating with them.

Pile Two type: the rake

TAROT: 3 of swords. King of Cups. ORACLE: Third eye: Merlin + Dominator

I did not talk about the rake in my seduction type post, because that seduction type is mostly used by men. I mean if you are a masc, or like women then hey. But at the end of the day the rake isn't as masculine. It's just the rebel, player bad boy type. But when he wants a girl he love bombs her to make her feel desired. So if your a feminine that dealt with that, you really can play the game on them. I suggest you look more into the rake archetype, & listen to your song! (yes it was shuffled, ironic how it's "promises")

3 of swords & King of cups, literally sound like your archetype. Heartbreaker Lover. King of cups is very emotionally intelligent, which most manipulative people have, but king of cups is not alwaysss manipulative. Very compassionate & understanding. They are emotional creatures, but balanced. Romantic, Charming, Sympathetic. Merlin is an old wise mediator. Very mature but balances people emotions. Emotionally intelligent asf.

But 3 of swords, takes 3 shots to heart and is betrayed, depressed, separated. Which is the effect you give to them. But you could also seduce people from the complex pain you been through, and your big heart with it. So your seduction power is definitely the rake. With dominator your probably the one that dominates the romance and affection within the relationship, so you can have the control to take it away and heartbreak. Sexually, people are seduced by wanting you to dominate them & take control.

I feel like you might accidentally give people false promises from just your vibe & when you separate, it breaks their heart and seduces them.

Pile Three type: the star

TAROT: Ace of wands, Page of Wands. Oracle: Solar Plexus: Centered + Sex toys

Your seduction type, which I hope you go to the link to really understand, the star is a blank canvas for people fantasies & dreams. They are idolized and put on a high pedestal and attract people who want to watch them. Listen to your song!!!! (Another song I channeled which is ironic because the one I shuffled is Homiesexual. the other song is Homie Bitch by Lil Durk) I bet you pull groups of men, and all their homies or something. Listen to the full song of both tho for extra messages.

Magnet, Magnet, Magnet. I know your sexy, get a lot of attention, or seduce people. If you don't think you do, you do & have a lot of present potential to. Your seduction power is turning people on. Your seduction power is quite literally in you in your sexual energy to. People like when your freaky. People might be seduced by the fact you using toys on yourself. Or quite literally look at you as a sex toy. You put people in that carnal, raw, curious, adrenaline, playful, thrilling sexual energy. You are looked at as a good fuck.. because page of wands is pretty immature and thinking with whatever they have between their legs. Are you like a hoe, or a thot?? If so, to my "thots" you seduce people that way.

Your seduction is you, just you shining in your energy, centered in yourself, your exciting self, your sexual self. Your vibrant, fiery self. EXPRESSING YOURSELF & BEING BOLD. spontaneous, playful, creative self. You seduce people by the way you spark excitement in others, or them.

Pile Four type: the dandy

TAROT: The Hermit, The Empress. ORACLE: Throat Chakra: Inner truth + Face

Go to the link to really understand. But as a dandy you are seductive in your individuality, uniqueness, weirdness, REBEL & DIFFERENT, ambiguous, gender fluid side. Dandy gives me a lot of Aquarius, Uranus Prominent energy.

By the picture you chose, the face & the empress card, your probably pretty and have a nice face card. That's a way you seduce people. The empress is a queen of all queens, top model energy so your femininity or just how people see you as a high valued woman is seductive to people. The way your out the mix, and go with your inner truth, and your OWN shit is seductive. People respect you a lot & your independence. Your loner vibe can seduce people, in a mystique, puzzling type way. People love to hear what YOU have to say & are seduced when you speak your mind. They love your honesty & transparency.

Pile Five type: the charismatic

TAROT: 10 of cups, 9 of cups. ORACLE: Third Eye chakra: Ancient Knowledge + Doggy

Since I didn't write about this one in my seducer type post: "A charismatic seducer is someone who is exciting and self-driven, and who can come across as someone most people want to be like. They may be leaders, visionaries, public figures, or great orators. Charisma is a presence that excites us. It comes from an inner quality, self-confidence, sexual energy, sense of purpose, contentment that most people lack and want. This quality radiates outward, permeating the gestures of Charismatics, making them seem extraordinary and superior. They learn to heighten their charisma with a piercing gaze, fiery oratory, an air of mystery. Create the charismatic illusion by radiating intensity while remaining detached. compelling attractiveness or charm that can inspire devotion in others."

Listen to your song for extra messages. Another lyric i channeled for this pile is "Is this the thanks that I get for putting you bitches on" by Nicki Minaj.

Your seduction type, with the tarot you got + your song is like your their ultimate ecstasy, wish fulfillment, need, satisfaction. Everything they want. You seduce people by the idea of worth you have, like if this was mine I would be soo happy. Your everything. You may be thick, don't have to be just a nice booty, & people are seduced by the idea of putting you in doggy. They like that idea of you, even by the picture you chose, your arch pics, the way you sit, or stuff like that that symbolize that position can seduce people.

You might be witches, tarot readers too. Or your special, ancient, or inner knowledge that you have to bring to the table seduces people.

Pile Six type: the siren

TAROT: 3 of wands, Page of wands. ORACLE: Sacral Chakra: Inhibitions + Dominator

The siren is the one that is so sensually appealing to all the senses, irresistible allure, and captivating. While also having a dream like experience on them from their push-pull manipulation tactic. Go to the link to understand more, & listen to your song for extra messages.

For this pile you might have been going back & forth on which one to choose. But a siren definitely has multiple archetypes anyways and is very seductive so that makes sense. You seduce people when having fun, Idk if you have life of the party energy, but when you are in that energy or just in your spontaneous energy that brings them back to maybe that age of 15-27 year old energy you know what I mean. Your adrenaline, or the adrenaline you give people. When you guys take trips and have fun that seduces people. The downtown vibe from your picture adds to it. Sacral Chakra is all about our joy & pleasures. But Inhibitions is someone who's shy & self conscious, reserved. This could be you, or how you make people feel that just seduces people.

People are seduced by your playful sexual side, maybe when drunk, twerking, dancing, thirst traps, etc etc.

Your dominance, and the way you take charge seduces people. Im channeling this song i seen used for a Kamala Harris Edit 246 something party girl, brat something. LMAO. But maybe Kamala Harris is a sign she's this fun easy going party girl, who's our future president of the USA. She's connected with her sacral chakra, inner child. But she can Dominate a room. Even the song choice of Nicki Minaj gives similar energy. Sexually, people are seduced when you do dominate them.

Pile Seven type: the coquette

TAROT: 4 of pentacles, The World. ORACLE: Face, Throat chakra: Divine Messenger.

The coquette as a seduction type, is not all lolita, baby girl aesthetic. Even though it could be. It's the ultimate female manipulator. Look at the link to learn more, but she seduces by making people jealous to compete. Distancing once it gets to good to delay gratification & make them obsessed with her affection. etc etc. Listen to your song for more messages to.

Going with your seduction type, you seduce people by making them feel whole with you. Like with you their complete, and your someone they want to hold on to, not let go & posses. With the divine messenger, people could feel like your meant to be, sent to them, wether its literally spiritual or they just have that emotional feeling. You also seduce people by your air of independence and the fact that your complete & whole in yourself and that you are very self-assured. You seduce people by being stingy, and fulfilled. You seduce people with everything you have, and how valuable you are and the things that you value. 2nd house/taurus energy. You could have a lot of material things, or things going for your self, you seem very achieved and that seduces people.

Your probably pretty, and your face card seduces people, or just your facial expressions, eye contact, etc etc.

Pile Eight type: the charmer

TAROT: 3 of wands. Ace of cups. ORACLE: Solar Plexus: Wholeness of self + Red Flag.

Charmer is the funny but empathetic inviting charming person. Look at my link to really understand the psychology behind this archetype. I channeled a lyric, "Come & touch me, let me know that your real". And it just goes with your archetype + red flag. People are seduced by the fact they can't trust you but want to trust you, because you seduce them. Listen to your song!! (Its so ironic how the most emo song got shuffled for the most emo picture)

People are seduced by the adventure & experiences you expand them to. Your thrill, and newness. Seduced by the love you have to offer and give, people are seduced when you first come in, your honeymoon stage or just they feel like that a lot because your affection and love/care you give is so seductive. People are seduced by the fact that your secure and safe within yourself, and you let loose with people. Your probably a calm, in the moment person. People are seduced by your too good to be true charm, and its like your a red flag.

Pile Nine type: the ideal lover

TAROT: ten of cups, 3 of wands ORACLE: crown chakra: spiritual awakening + spooning

The Ideal Lover archetype is a seductive who can mold into people ultimate soulmate fantasy. Look on my link to understand more, and listen to your song for extra messages.

okay so many piles get 3 of wands & i shuffle really good. 3 of wands might be an extremely seductive power, the way people can expand experiences, have adventures & escape. That's definitely your power. The fact that you got 10 of cups as a Ideal Lover Archetype. You are the Ideal Lover, people feel happy ever after, marriage, kids, ecstasy with you. You literally bring them to a whole new world. Especially with the spiritual awakening card. Your song picture perfect, its like your literally a walking fantasy. People are grateful to have you, but with seduction power you can use that to your best advantage that you have a gift to morph into being your target soulmate romance fantasy. Spooning is such a romantic sexual oracle card. People just want to be under you, hug you. Your like marriage material!

[cosyvelvetorchid]

Buck stumbles on a wedding planning folder on Tommy's computer and has all sorts of feelings about it

This was such an adorable prompt! I loved writing this. Thank you!

*****

The second Tommy left the house, Buck pulled pulled out Tommy's laptop. He'd mentioned in passing the night before that his grandmother would make him meatloaf when he visited her. He'd had such a fond look on his face when he recalled the memory that Buck immediately knew he was going to make it for him. He'd opened the laptop with the intent on looking up some recipes to surpises him, and as the screen lit up, he saw the folder that that Tommy had left open.

The folder was untitled, and had multiple other folders inside it. 'Taxes', 'insurance', various car manuals littered the screen. But there was one folder that caught Bucks interest immediately.

'Wedding'

Buck stared at the unopened folder. Tommy had told him he had never been married. Maybe it was photographs from someone else's wedding? His finger hovered over the track pad. It would be wrong to open it, right? It would feel like violating Tommy's privacy. Something inside Buck was curious, though. He double clicked, and the folder opened.

It was filled with photographs but they weren't of somebodies wedding. Well, technically, they were, but they were random images of different peoples weddings, alongside stock photos of flowers, table arrangements, decor.. it was Pinterest for the luddite. Buck smiled.

He clicked on the first photo - a simple, rustic looking, 3 tiered wedding cake with cream frosting - and began scrolling across. An antique wooden table decorated with lit pillar candles of differing sizes, a male model in a black fitted suit that made Bucks mouth water at the thought of Tommy wearing, two men stood at an alter with vines of purple and white flowers hanging down above them, a collage of different coloured orchids, a tungsten wedding band..

Tommy, to the outside world, was very squared away. He was well versed in keeping himself together and rarely, if ever, let himself slip. It was one of the reasons Buck felt so unbelievably lucky that he got to see a side of Tommy that nobody else saw. He saw Tommy giggle like a kid in bed late at night over something ridiculous Buck had said. He got to see him with food spilled down his shirt, or his face when he comes apart when Buck touches him in the way that he likes, or when he's sick and hasn't showered for 3 days because he can't get off the couch without wanting to vomit.

However, Tommy did struggle sometimes with being open about his needs. Buck had learned that Tommy had spent so many years having only himself to rely on. It was hard for him to admit his needs or even his wants. But, over the almost year they'd been together, he had begun opening up more and trusting that Evan wasn't going to see him any differently. He wasn't going to think he was less of a man or less attractive. That Evan loved him, and taking care of Tommy's needs was something that he wanted to do.

Still, knowing that Tommy had this collection of ideas filled Buck with more love for him. Tommy was a romantic, Buck knew that, and he'd seen it many times. The man's favourite move was 'Love, Actually' for Gods sake. But even after almost a year, Tommy's softness still wondrously surprised him.

Buck continued to scroll through the images. More random decor - the overarching theme was very rustic. Lots of wood and flowers. Then, an image slid onto the screen that made his smile even bigger.

It was a photograph of Buck. It was taken at the medal ceremony after the famous cruise ship rescue. He was holding the wooden plaque with a big grin on his face. The next photograph was him again. This one, he was in his everyday blues, playing pool at the station, laughing at something. He continued - a selfie he'd sent Tommy from his kitchen where he was covered in flour while making cookies for Christopher's school bake sale, a selfie of the two of them Buck had taken in bed, where Tommy was fast sleep with his face nuzzled into Evans neck, a picture Hen had taken of the two of them smiling proudly with their medals around their necks, and then a photograph of Evan leaning against the fence of Tommy's deck, looking out at the ocean. Buck hadn't seen it before. The shirt he was wearing he'd only bought two weeks ago, so it was recent.

He clicked across to the last image in the folder, and his heart damn near burst out of his chest. It was a receipt from a jewellery store. For a tungsten band.

Buck shut the laptop, quickly placing it on the coffee table. He'd bought a ring. Tommy had bought a ring.

The first feeling that coursed through him was terror. They were 2 weeks away from their first anniversary. It was too soon. Buck was supposed to be impulsive one - Tommy was the calm, patient, and methodical one. But was it impulsive? A year is a long time to some people. Cap and Athena dated, got engaged, and married all in less than a year, so comparatively, it wasn't that short a time span.

The second thing he felt, which he tried to keep down, was excitement. He would be lying if he said he hadn't allowed the words 'Evan Kinard' to flicker through his minds eyes occasionally. It always created little flutters of warmth deep in his belly. This time, he couldn't stop the images of Tommy standing in front of him, placing that ring on his finger. Those flutters in his stomach raced up to his heart, expanding it to a size that was probably not safe.

The third feeling, the deepest and most all-encompassing, was love. And unfathomable amount of love that he didn't think was possible for a human heart to withstand. He loved Tommy - that had been obvious by the second month of their relationship - but in this moment, it suddenly occurred to him that this wasn't just any love - it was the love. Tommy was it. Tommy was his soul mate. Tommy was the sun, the moon, and every single star in the universe. He made Buck see colours he couldn't see with anybody else, sounds and sights that no gadget or gizmo would be able to detect.

And he wanted to marry Evan.

Once the shock of it all began to disapate, it suddenly occurred to him that he wasn't supposed to know about this. He opened the laptop again and clicked out of the folder before putting the laptop back where it was.

Tommy was going to be back from the grocery store any minute. All he had to do was figure out how the hell he was going to act completely normal around Tommy and not go full Buck. He heard the front door opening and he took a big, centering breath before leaving to couch to meet his future husband at the door.

[aurienneirua]

it’s in bad quality because it’s pinterest and i can’t take a close up picture with out that annoying search more icon showing 😀

but this honestly kinda gives me aurien vibes/reminds me of her, with aurien’s main solar symbol being a moon .

also from the fact that moonlight, isn’t actually moonlight, it’s just reflected sunlight . or, what im mainly trying to say, the moon, does not shine without the sun . aurien would not be so bright as a younger child, if not for others influencing those kind of traits onto her .

like the moon, without sunlight, or others in her case, aurien would be a hollow person . without the sun, the moon would be pitch black .

also taking note of the fact, that a younger aurien would match extremely well with this image, as back then she was ( generally ) more brighter . ( and also had longer hair and it’s generally black . . )

but older aurien would not match . she has lost the “sunlight/sun” ( can be interpreted as a certain person or just the people she cares about in general ) in her life, and as a result, lost her own brightness, turning into a pitch black moon . ( she also cuts her hair short . )

though i had a random thought about how aurien would probably look cute if one of her stage outfits was themed after stars and there were little stars and one larger moon pinned into her hair . .

( the only thing i might have changed in the image, is make the colors more warm . like making the stars red like the ones on round 3 . red also fits in more with aurien’s hair color since her hair color is a black that fades to a dark brown . though the blue is lovely still as well ! )

( for those with alnst ocs, which solar symbol would your oc be symbolized by ? )

[idiotmaggot]

Welcome to my blog...

Hello, here I am finally making a pinned intro post...

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[chris-continues]

College AU Thoughts (cont.)

Writing more college au solely because ONE OF THE COOLEST PPL EVER @macncherries did Wolfwood art (here check it out), but have some more random college au thoughts

TAGS: @lune010 @h4venpha @vashfantasy

-Meryl probably has some really nice gel, ballpoint, colored pens that she literally abuses all the time. Sometimes her notes aren’t even totally neat she’s just sleep deprived and highlighting/underlining the important areas of her textbook as she listens to her lecture

-Vash definitely has to listen to audio playback of lectures- does he try to take notes in class? Yeah. But they look like chicken scratch, his handwriting pales in comparison to literally anyone else’s T<T listening while he does smth else really helps w/ how he learns (autistic vash) (cough)

-Meryl and Milly have matching pairs of rip-off Birkenstocks they found at like Marshall’s then saw a pair w a marijuana leaf and Milly went, “Reminds me of Wolfwood!” So they got it (to Meryl’s amusement and dismay). Wolfwood wears them often

-Ok, I’ve been debating on this hc that Vash sometimes gets invited to parties, considering he’s a bit of a campus celeb. Handsome, athletic (tennis player legend), but he can easily get overwhelmed. He’s having fun with the fame for like a good 30 minutes to an hour and then he just kinda tires out more as the night drags on.

-Meryl’s outfits consist of her wanting comfort yet maintaining her usual feminine flair. Yoga pants with a cami and a simple jacket, or on nicer days more of a fitted sweater. Perhaps a jumper and a baby tee/turtleneck underneath- I think when she’s feeling it she def likes Monica Helper’s looks from Friends. A casual, yet still sweet vibe.

-for accessories she probably has an Apple Watch and the staples- hoop earrings, her classic dangle/rectangular earrings, some silver hardware if she’s feelin extra funky and a classic black belt because I do believe she hates it when her jeans are too low it’s a big thing that annoys her to no end.

-On the other hand, Milly’s outfits are less fitted and I think she’s more laid back in her appearance, preferring some of the crew necks she’s collected from several events her siblings have been to or hand me downs from her country family. She wears vintage athletic wear though, it’s cute on her and it suits her well.

-she has a few simple scrunchies she remains loyal to, not wanting to cut her hair short and often tying it up. When she feels more femme she’s got some cute necklaces that pair well with any cute sweaters she has- she also has some maxi skirts she wears too! :) (can’t find an exact image of what I have in mind + I have a 10 image limit on mobile lol)

-Meryl avidly has to live off of coffee. Girl is always so organized but truthfully she’s half alive due to the fact she’s a frequent visitor at the campus cafe and is familiar w/ some of the baristas who often cut her slack if she ever needs a pick me up.

-Vash is like a crazy good teacher, to some people’s surprise. He can word concepts in a way that breaks them down easier, sometimes he even has some little memory hints he uses lol. For any other ND kid in class who’s a bit bashful they usually flock to him, he’s got such a charming aura and never fails to make anyone feel a bit more comfortable.

-Wolfwood teases Meryl for her aforementioned coffee addiction, but I’d imagine he takes a liking to something like a pink drink. Like- usually that stuff is too sugary for him, but smth about it has him coming back for more!!

-Meryl has an array of podcasts she listens to- I think she def dabbled in true crime maybe?

-Milly and Meryl’s shared dorm is actually really chill. There’s some clutter on each side but they’ve got a shared mini fridge (Meryl got it but doesn’t mind Milly using it because she likes her) it’s stocked with pudding cups

-Milly got Pinterest after Meryl wanted to share ideas for food ideas on weekends (they’re both on a meal plan but still need to eat on Saturdays and Sunday’s lol) so they usually end up going out for some cheap takeout w/ Vash and Wolfwood or make something in a rice cooker they found at a thrift store that works kinda ok… for the price they got it.

-Like they’re cutting up spam, eggs, tossing rice on there, some veggies they got and sometimes they splurge on cheap fruit like bananas and apples

-They both like to eat well and unlike Vash and Wolfwood they won’t live off of instant ramen and takeout (although Vash eats pretty well considering he lives with Nai, who makes sure he regulates his diet due to sports and Vash’s long list of medical concerns)

-Wolfwood eats like shit though I’ll be completely honest

-The guy knows how to shop. But he doesn’t want to. So he lives off of cup noodles and old pizza, takeout and shit, and thanks to crazy fast metabolism he works it off whenever he does some form of working out and whatnot.

-Will agree that he has the best of the best songs, his music taste is unparalleled. Like he’ll be busting it down to 6up 5oh Cop-Out (Pro/Con) by Will Wood from his middle school days then some new metal he’s gotten into (he peeked over Knives’ Spotify playlists) OO OR OR THIS IS LOVE BY AIR TRAFFIC CONTROLLER (I’m def not projecting w/ what’s on my Spotify rn I’m shit at song names I just know vibes)

-Vash likes hyperpop and rave typa stuff it stimulates his brain in just the right way tbh

[waterfallsilverberrywrites]

Writing Tag Game

Thanks for the tag @lord-aldhelm! :)

About me

When did you start writing? Age 16, during school, but I didn't technically start writing fanfiction until my 20s. I was recovering from a nasty surgery and had nothing but time on my hands and so I started to write as a way to pass the time.

Are there different genres or themes you enjoy reading other than the ones you write? I enjoy reading a lot of horror/thriller books, and law dramas too.

Is there an author you want to emulate, or are compared to often? Oh gosh, that's a tough one! As much as I love Bernard Cornwell, Stephen King, Mari Mancusi, and too many author authors to name, I want to say no, I'm not compared to anyone that I know of, but ultimately I want to still sound like "me" when I write.

Can you tell me a bit about your writing space? I have my own writing office. A desk that I keep with minimal clutter but have made it into a cozy ambiance so when I sit down to write most nights I'm not distracted (much).

What’s your most effective way to muster up a muse? Honestly, most of my muses tend to come to me while either dreaming at night time (random but it happens) or while I'm bored at my day job and letting my mind wander and it starts to go into "What If" mode...

Did the place(s) you grew up in influence the people and/or places you write about? No.

Are there any reoccurring themes in your writing? If so, do they surprise you? Redemption is a troupe I will never get tired of. Also romance!

Characters

Would you please tell me about your current favorite character? I have to pick just one? Lol. Joking aside, Thyra from The Last Kingdom is probably my favorite character right now. She's a woman who's suffered so much torment and abuse and is absolutely the definition of "deserved better." And since Beocca is her husband and I can't bear to separate the two, I would say Beocca/Thyra are a package deal here. But a few close seconds are Jack/Sally (Nightmare Before Christmas) and Finan/Eadith, the ship for The Last Kingdom that should have been and sadly never will be.

Which of your characters would you be friends with in real life? Hmm, definitely Thyra/Beocca, and he'd probably annoy me, but I think I'd get on with Haesten too (TLK) even though he's a weasel on the show, and for Harry Potter, probably my OCs Norah and Ollie Black from my Harry Potter fanfics as well, I think we'd get on great. Oh, and Jack/Sally from my Nightmare Before Christmas fics.

Which characters would you dislike the most if you met them? Aethelwold, Tidman (Last Kingdom), Voldemort (Harry Potter)

Tell me about the process of coming up with your characters? Most of them are already made for me but for the few OCs I have, I tend to just find pictures I like online of people that I think fit the image of the character I have in mind, and then I build a character sheet for him/her and go from there. (sort of like a character sheet for DnD)

Do you notice any reoccurring themes/traits in your characters? Anger management issues (Beocca!), stubbornness, and perhaps a little naive (definitely Thyra and Sally for sure),

How do you picture your characters? I'm a big fan of Mood Boards on Pinterest but I also dabble a little in Photoshop and make my own character manips/images to use to have pulled up to look at while I write in their POVs. It might sound odd but it helps me imagine their look while I write and also to get into their headspace.

My writing

What’s your reason for writing? To fulfill a void the canon source material left in my heart or just because I came up with a "What if this happened" instead of the way that it did in canon.

Is there any specific comment or type of comment from readers that you find particularly motivating? Any and all comments are welcome, especially at this time when comment culture in fandom, at least for fanfics, has definitely changed since I've been a part of it!

How do you want to be thought about by your readers? As a good writer? Lol, not really sure how to answer this one. Hopefully good and that my stories made them happy if they enjoyed them!

What do you feel is your greatest strength as a writer? Angst and drama

Have you been told is your greatest strength as a writer is by others? Angst and writing character voices true to their forms

How do you feel about your own writing? Most of the time I feel like it's okay, but I do have spells where I look at chapters and think I could improve that or do better next time and then I struggle not to totally overhaul what I already have posted lol, a curse for me, honestly. I'm constantly working to improve. I suck at smut/fight scenes though, I would say those are my two biggest weaknesses.

If you were the last person on earth, would you still write? Yes, if only to keep myself company and maybe read my stories out loud.

When you write, are you influenced by what others might enjoy reading, do you write purely for yourself, or is it a mix of both? I write purely for myself and I treat where I post as an archive of sorts, with the mindset that I put them there where they'll be safe if something ever happens and my computer goes on the fritz, but if others happen to come along and enjoy the content I create, then that's an added happy bonus!

Feel free to play along! @holy3cake; @silverhyenaart; @foundtherightwords

[cyverrieee]

Ahem ahem.. https://www.tumblr.com/cyverrieee/750001377482244096/i-want-and-need-asks-pls

I have come bearing three..

Inspiration

Dorm

Class

EHEHAHHEHA YAYAYAY ANYWAYS

1.) Inspiration

Miln Paine Honeywoods

He's obviously inspired by Winnie the Pooh. I saw this random Pinterest image with Pomefiore and Winnie the Pooh and I was "okay"

Winnie the Pooh world domination:3

Usually I call Miln “Paine“ since idk I kinda just did. Milne is the name of Christopher Robin's mother who gifted Christopher a stuffed bear from Harrods Department store. The stuffed bear was modelled after a bear they both saw in London Zoo. The name Miln is so unoriginal BYE.

Elioyl Alreon Partenet

Elioyl is mostly inspired by Dumbo/Jumbo Jr. From the Dumbo movie. Which also made my reason for Elioyl to be in a family full of people in the entertainment industry.

Aerlai Lunina Partenet

Aerlai is mostly inspired by Lumpy from Winnie the Pooh, there's nothing much to say but outside of the Disney franchise. She's also inspired by Silver Wolf from Honkai star rail.

Isiana Snowfall

Madame Isiana is GREATLY inspired by the giant monster that Elsa summons to get Anna and Kristoff to leave. The part where they fall off the cliff yk.

She also has children who are inspired by the sequel of the time where Elsa gets sick and starts sneezing only for small little marshmallow snow thingys randomly appear

Hunrriel Robin Honeywoods

Miln's father and the father who is basically just Christopher Robin in twisted wonderland. He works as a teacher with a side Hussle of making news paper 🤞

(if they existed irl, Robin and Paine would be from Sussex, England)

Charity Blanc

Charity is inspired by Marie from the Aristocats (1970)

I haven't watched the movie in a while so I technically can't remember what Marie's personality was like 3:

I plan to make her whole family in the future :3

2.) Dorm

Miln Paine Honeywoods

He is from Pomefiore as mentioned earlier that I saw a random ass Pinterest image about them and all.

Second reason is that I like the color purple.

I also saw this post about twst with Winnie the Pooh (ctto)

Elioyl Alreon Partenet

I put him in Savanaclaw because I think it's funny that a human is in a dorm full of beastmen but also it also fits him, as Dumbo/Jumbo Jr. was a victim of bullying and discrimination (As the movie, Dumbo, is a movie about bullying and discrimination at the time because kids get bullied yk) for being well different. If you connect the dots, it makes sense. As canonically, Elioyl gets slightly judged for being the only human around in a dorm like Savanaclaw.

Also Elioyl was supposed to be in Heartslabyul but the dark mirror changed it's thought last minute

Aerlai Lunina Partenet

She's still a young teen so she's still in middle school

Isiana Snowfall

She used to be a student in NRC before becoming one of the staff there. She was a Pomefiore student (as I think Pomefiore is the oldest dorm to be made?)

Charity Blanc

She's in Heartslabyul just because, idk maybe because her Disney version was a cat or I needed a heartslabyul dorm oc not sure

3.) Class

Miln Paine Honeywoods

His class is D-2, I'm not really particular in any canon cast students from D-2 class. But yeah he's there— Oh fuck it's Floyd. Welp shit

He's that one student where the teacher will be assigned as the leader in group projects, he also canonically tutors students when teachers ask to or by personal reason

Elioyl Alreon Partenet

Hes from B-2, stuck with Ruggie. He has average grades so 🤷

Aerlai Lunina Partenet

N/A

Isiana Snowfall

N/A (she forgot)

Charity Blanc

She's in B-1, same class as Epel and Jack :D

LOOK I HAVE MORE.OCS BUT ITS LIKE- IM LAZY AND YK 😭😭😞😞

[unreadpoppy]

random OC ask: what would your OC wear on an average day? what would they wear to a special event?

[feel free to include reference images, if you'd like!]

this is the moment that I have been waiting for *takes deep breath*

I wanted to talk about all my girls, so I will. Also, reference pics under the cut.

Gwendolyn Gray: Day to day, she wears a simple dress, usually like one color, pants underneath (even thought she hates pants, but a girl's gotta keep her decency), boots, and over that she wears her armor (which is really just like a leather corset thing and these two leather hand thingies that idk what the name is). Also, the dress is most likely a blue color, considering that's her favorite.

For a special event, she would definetly go with something elegant and flowy and big, like this girl would like some ball gowns so that she can live out her best fairy tale life (although, with her money, she'd probably go with something simpler).

Elizabeth Adawolf: Day to day, she wears practical clothes, like shirt and pants and then her armor on top, most are a dark color like black or dark blue, and she has a hood on the back so she can cover herself.

Special events, she wears red dresses, usually with a deep neckline so she can show off, and with skirts that either flare out or drape (both of these descriptions are based on the two red dresses she actually wore during two special events we had in game).

Nyx Lenoir: Day to day, she wears some very simple dresses, mostly blue, brown or beige, that are all torn and tathered at the bottom due to her being in the woods and being around animals, like her day to day dresses are not in the best shape. Also she likes to wear hats, fits with her witch of the woods aesthetic.

Special events, she'd rather no attend, but since she works for a noble, she has to go to them, and she just wears whatever's handed to her. The one dress I usually put her on is this big, blue one, but if she had a choice, she'd prefer something more simple.

Genevieve von DeWilde: Day to day, she's also a dress girlie but hers are more expensive because she comes from a noble house. So they are a bit bigger, more elaborate, definetly not the greatest for adventuring but hey, when your job is to stay back and cast spells, you can give yourself a treat. Usually she wears some bright colors, like pink, yellows and purple. Also, before she left home, she'd wears gloves all day everyday.

Special events she's going all out, the only one who can and would actually afford a ball gown.

Okay for references, Y'all will be subjected to my drawings so yeah (many of these are veeeery old and also the og designs of the character so yeah anyways) (also some of these photos i found on pinterest, so i can't link to the OG artists)

Gwendolyn, day to day (one of this was one of the first times i drew gwen and the other is the last):

Special event: the pink one she wore it in my dnd game and the blue one is an idealized version of what she would want to wear

Elizabeth Adawolf day to day:

Special events (again, this is what she wore in game):

Nyx Lenoir, day to day:

Special Event:

Genevieve von DeWilde, day to day: (also genevieve used to be galatea but then i changed the name)

Special event:

[persephoneflouwers]

Hello Angie!

I hope you don’t mind the novel but hey you wanted to share thoughts so here I am!

Rationalize is a big word but me thinks this is happening for various reasons, you tell me what you think about these options:

- Louis has this persona of “not wanting to grow up” so a younger girlfriend fits what everybody knows about him. She also seems to be tailored to the het audience who wants to “date him” and might identify with her. You know, sort of what El 1.0 was in 2012, the girl next door sort of thing but still “a fashion model” (who does no modeling, lol). But these pap pics feel precisely planned to make her look like a fan, so the message seems to be if she can date him, all fans can too! He’s a normal dude dating a normal girl who looks just like you! Buy tickets to his concerts and you might get lucky (because I can pretty much guess she’s gonna disappear real quickly and he’s going to be *available* and party boy during tour 🥲)

- There’s extra gayness in the documentary so having a son wasn’t enough. Seems unlikely but who knows? Rainbows can’t be erased from his tour shots, so I guess it’ll have to be addressed in some way.

- Also having a new romance in general helps with publicity, so for him to be talked about before the doc release. I still would have picked a higher profile, maybe another musician girl, if you really needed to sell a certain image AND benefit Louis and expand his audience, but again let’s be real I think his PR is incompetent. If I have to give them the benefit of the doubt, maybe the fan, down to earth girl angle is what they actually wanted to achieve with picking a good-looking nobody (back to point 1). It’s clearly benefitting her more than him (she went from 5K followers this morning to what, 35K now?)

- last wild though, maybe there was something with Eleanor wearing his clothes and still posting from his house that didn’t sit well with someone? So they needed to make a point? Wild but we’ve seen worse so keeping all options open.

I genuinely don’t know, but a mix options 1 and 3 seem the more rational. What do you think?

Last thought: I really hope she was ready and well informed before agreeing to this, but the whole shitshow with the Pinterest pins and Spotify playlists tells me there was a level of naivety on her end which is alarming. She was probably guided into this by a reckless agent with who knows what promises and it scares me. I don’t mind the age gap (my parents started dating when she was 18 and he was 29), but I do mind the fact that she’s likely too young to handle the hate she’s getting, regardless of the economic gains she’ll get from this it’s going to be traumatic if you don’t have the right support to handle it/maturity.

Hello, angel! Thank you for sharing <3 I will slowly go through your thoughts and explain what I think.

1. The forever young boy is interesting, bc Louis comes off as the loud hyperactive guy sometimes. Unfortunately I think they burned this option out when they gave him a fake kid lol

2. I think feeding such a dream to his fans is a huge underdevelopment, but it’s loyal to his fanbase origin. Still. It’s so cringe for me that a 31 yo man with a kid goes out with a young girl who pins tiktoks and random tattoos researches on Pinterest. It’s counterproductive, dumb and lazy. I don’t look at them as examples and I don’t expect them to do smart shit. we’re talking about rich people growing up as completely detouched from normal world since they were teenagers. Me and them, you and them? We’re not the same as them. I hoped he was smarter than this tho. Of course this can be useful as promo for the doc… will it tho, we know how his team and the media treat his content and projects, so I wouldn’t be surprised if they wouldn’t get any coverage not even with these pics. I don’t think that’s how you expand a fanbase or get more people curious in his work.

3. I think Eleanor simply wanted to be out for whatever reason. I think they replaced her with a new one bc E wasn’t going to engage with bg. She has never and she won’t (so far). I hope this new girl did her homework because fandom is hard to manage.

[shamsshamousa]

Figured that writing down my thoughts here is better than posting it on TikTok.

Ok

I recently expressed my frustration when trying to do research surrounding Islamic Egypt, specifically about Egyptians. This is a branch in the overall frustration that I’ve faced. Despite it all there’s a sense of catharsis when i struck gold with the visuals/clothes but they’re shallow and lack context.

Anyway

I’ll walk through my thought process about this character I’ve designed

1) STARTING POINT

Just for some context, her inspiration is a bit of a mess as I kept changing her from being Khaleeji coded to Egyptian coded as I was trying to figure out what kind of character I wanted her to be. The only consistent thing is her family gatekeeping powerful artefacts that a falling apart with some characters that’s a larger aspect of her character arc. There was this one song I kept playing on repeat because it just fit her so much and it felt so good imaging beats of her story arc to it lol.

A bit of a fun fact: i’ve been reconsidering whether she’s a necessary character anyways, even though she has close relationships with the characters, I feel myself falling into some traps and I’ve started questioning her character’s purpose but that’s probably because of the media I’m currently exposed to, hate to admit it but I’m so easily influenced like that.

Ok back to it

Design wise she’s a bit of a mess not very happy with it but it ties back to me struggling to find references. In all fairness me going back and forth between Arab/Egyptian and sometimes Ottoman(Turkish) didn’t really help.

I’m not entirely sure when the design on the left came to be and looking at procreate canvas info isn’t very useful but the starting point was the girl in the middle who resembles another character who I was happy with (at the time), I wasn’t very fond of her design because I felt like she looked a bit too girly and young, this is very much a reoccurring Skill Issue for me, but the main pain point was how … generic she looks and a bit modern. The other is that she felt very disconnected from other characters who I designed at the time such as this character (Shayma’) below who is quite integral to her story but is also her childhood friend. I felt like it was imperative that they felt like they belonged in the same kingdom and social class.

Shamya’s has a lot more thought put into her and I used many references, at the time she had the design that I was most satisfied with but now I feel like I need to rework it a bit because I dont’ want her to feel like a 1:1 copy of the pictures I used. Something I’m struggling with.

So I went back to the drawing board and with some research and hoarding pics on Pinterest ended up with the reference on the left. IIRC I wanted her to be more..Arab I was unsure about how i wanted this fictional world (or at least kingdom) to come off as; I believe the main inspiration was from non-description Arab/Islamic soldier illustrations. I wanted to hint at her potential fighter side and many of them often have a cape as is often the case in many historical Arab fighter depictions.

The colours are very random idk why I picked those.

With respect to her robe, I wanted my characters to feel like they were related, at the time it was imperative that the MC felt like she belonged to the same kingdom as the rest.

The sleeves being inspired by an illustration on Fatimid plate (x)but mostly Mameluke illustration

Again I’m honestly not sure which one came first but the MC’s design is more inspired by Mameluke manuscripts and other historical Egyptian-Islamic garnements. I’d like to think that the queen’s design followed up from the MC’s but there’s also a real possibility that I just saw a few pictures and went “good enough” irrespective of the MC. Her sleeve details dont’ strike me as very khaleeji anyway.

Just a small disclaimer, most of my uh “research” led to me looking up pictures on Pinterest it’s very useful because the webite bundles up similar looking pics together. Once you find reference you found all them essentially it was a very powerful and useful website for me but, unfortunately people have a habit of not citing so it pains me to carry that habit here. But most of the illustrations are from a Mameluke manuscript.

I don’t want a 1:1 recreation of what used to be, I want to create a world that feels distinct and has a strong identity. Maybe this is me being a bit arrogant but I feel like because the time period inspiration is rarely ever used…might make it easy compared to drawing from English or Japanese culture/history.

I feel like it has to be said, my characters while yes are drawn from Egyptian history are not…Egyptian or Muslims (or Christians) they live in a fictional fantasy world and have fictional fantasy culture and their fictional kingdom draws on Egyptian history and culture(s)

I don’t want to go into depth about how both characters relate to each other but the main idea is that they both occupy the same “country” so to speak, maybe this is a concept I should rethink in and of itself.

Back to the Princess/Queen

I know I just went on about Mamlukes and Egypt but ironically she was supposed to be a bit more Arab, to me she embodies this “Rich Arab Princess” vibe just mainly thought the hair and face shape, it’s very much the ideal (rich) Khaliji Arab Woman (online).

There’s a very high likelihood of me misremembering so much, I’m not sure which one came first but I think I may have mixed both the idea of Mameluke/vague Arab fighters together.

Clearly I wasn’t satisfied because I went on to make more designs

Ok so let me see if I remember this one…

After running errands in a district in Cairo that still has some farms standing at the cusp of advancing urbanisation, I decided to try my hand with a design that drew on some of the outfits I saw on display. My main issue was that she doesn’t look like royalty at all and even after giving some jewelry she still looks like a falaha/fala7a and a bit too homely for me. If the design was for a “village princess” or “bint el 3omda” it would work but for a Princess/Queen that resides in her kingdom’s center of power maybe not.

At least I think for the average Egyptian there’s nothing that hints at “royalty” so this design didn’t really last much.

Just some more line art details, I was trying to play around with her embroidery details but it didn’t give the vibe I wanted.

Kind of abandoned her for a bit and imagined her a bit closer to the left design on the left looking very much Arab but at this point the Kingdom’s inspiration was moving more towards Egyptian based and I was becoming more open to using Ancient Egypt for her, feels inevitable really.

Tried going back to making a comic, just one page I was messing around and this was the design I used for her.

Was she in court? In her palace? meeting her friends in secret because she’s about to send them on a dangerous mission? Who knows

A few days ago I went back to the drawing board with her and while I have mixed feelings about her face I think I managed to capture the overall feel. I’ve also integrated a lot more Ancient Egypt to her for a while I was using elements of Isis in the vein of how Cleopatra channelled Isis imagery to solidify her rule as a Pharaoh and the idea that Pharaohs believed themselves to represent the Gods. I’ve been playing around with that concept for a bit but I’m a bit hesitant with it. How would a child feel knowing that she embodies the will and power of a deity? How can she be sure of it? While questioning her own rule.

I think I’m getting closer to a version of a character I’m satisfied with and I’ve been having fun outlining her arc but I continue to struggle writing her interpersonal relationships mainly with her brother, friends, and potentially lover. It all feels so amateurish but I think her brother is the least throughout. I don’t even have a picture of him.

Anyway the other inspiration is Egypt and after coming across this picture it just felt right, the main inspiration is from the lady on the left despite it looking a bit more like a costume but I really have no way for knowing because the picture is from Pinterest and people rarely give much context. Doesn’t help that they’re from Egyptian nationalist accounts who just care about visuals.

The more I look at it the more sure I am that it’s a costume for a film and I feel so stupid. Her robe/galabeya is too shiny and the way her belt is tied feels intentional in provoking Ancient Egypt but idk maybe I’m just looking too much into it.

I also mixed it with another reference picture I found, thankfully I’ve been able to amass more references but again they’re shallow and devoid of context.

Anyway her is her current design.

You can see similarities with the photograph from the left mainly the vest and belt but now that I’m looking at it I the cuffs share similarities although I didn’t focus on that.

Dramatically changed her hair style. She currently has curly hair and I gave her a staff that’s usually on mummies lol and gave her yellow eyes because she’s so oh special.

Yellow eyes and a brown character? How daring

I feel like her skin a tad darker than I want it, she spends too much time in doors before everything goes to shit (for her) so early on I don’t think she should be this tan.

I’d like to think that her most recent iteration blends elements of Ancient Egypt and Islamic Egypt.

The design on the right is meant to be very ceremonial, she might be at a meeting getting bored to sleep or listening to some elites quarrel about their problems. One day she’ll be looking back at those boring meetings wishing they lasted a little longer.

Anyway

I wanted to share or document my thought process somewhere

[the-wretched-and-joyful]

Happiness and Heartbreaks (part 2)

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x Reader

Word Count: 5k

Warning: Probably mild cursing.

A/N: forgot that this was probably the longest piece i’ve ever written! here’s part 2, hope you like it, let me know what you think! *image sourced from Pinterest*

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(italics are flashbacks)

"Dad, do you think astronauts have waffles in space?"

"Actually lee-lee, the do, but they probably eat it from a tube, you know, like toothpaste."

"Like toothpaste?" you hear Leah's exclamation at the description of the dining style of the astronauts as you make your way towards the kitchen. In the kitchen you see Leah and Harrison making breakfast. More like Harrison making breakfast and Leah sitting on a kitchen stool and pestering him with random questions, which he happily answers.

This has been a regular occurrence since you moved in with Harrison. You had to admit, it was a surprise to see how well Leah took to him, even after it was revealed to her that Daniel was not her real father, but Harrison was. Your mind wanders back to the conversation you had with Leah about Harrison.

"Okay, Leah, mama needs to talk to you, and god you are so little, and i don't know." You sat on your daughters bed, who has turned five just two weeks ago. It has been a wild few months. Coming to London for Christmas, meeting Harrison again, and trying to sort out everything. And after the conversation you had with your mother and Harrison and the advice your father gave you, you knew it was only fair to let the little girl know the truth, before she grows up more, and starts hating you for lying to her all her life.

"Mama, I'm a big girl now. I can have a big girl conversation." Leah says, her big eyes looking at you with all the trust in her heart.

"Okay," you had no idea how to start, "remember when you asked where babies come from, and I explained to you?"

"yes, you said that if you love someone very much and if you want a baby together, then you and the person have to apply to Baby Corp. and if they approve your application, then they will give you a baby." She explains, almost making you laugh. She had asked the question while watching Boss baby, so the answer was not hard to think of.

"Yes, and the thing is, I did not apply for you at the Baby Corp. with your dada. I applied for you, with your uncle Haz." You say carefully, checking her expression, which was turning to that of confusion.

"I don't know what that means." She asks.

"Baby, uncle Haz is your dad. Daniel, your dada, is your dada of course. But your father is Harrison." You prayed to god, you knew you were not doing it right, and you hoped you were not breaking your daughter with this.

"So, you mean, that uncle Haz is my dad? He is not my uncle? But my daddy?" Leah asks slowly.

"Yes"

"And Daniel is my dada?" she scratches her head, "but, why haven't I seen Haz before then?"

"Well, baby, we had a fight, and we both made mistakes, so I moved away. And then I had you, and I met you dada..." you trail off, not knowing what to say anymore.

"okay." She nodded her head, "so, do I have to call uncle Haz dada now,? "

"Baby, you can call him whatever you want to. If you are not okay with calling him dada, then you don't have to."

She seemed to be deep in thought, as deep in thought a five year old can look, before nodding her head again, "I will call him dad. Daniel will always be my dada, even though he is a star now." Her words almost make you choke with tears. That was a hard conversation for both of you.

"Okay, whatever you want baby. I just want you to be happy." You hug her tight, thinking when did she become so understanding and accepting. You had expected a crying fit, what you never thought is she will be so understanding.

"Good morning mama." Leah's cheerful greeting breaks the trance you were in, you didn't even know that you had reached the kitchen door, and were leaning on it. Leah bounces towards you and jumps into your arms, giving you two sloppy kisses on both your cheeks. "Dad says that astronauts eat waffles like toothpaste."

"That's gross." You and Leah make the same scrunched up face at Harrison, who laughs at you. He still counted himself lucky beyond limits for having you and Leah back in his life, having a daughter he didn't even knew existed, thanks to your mother. When confronted about it, she had said she only wanted to protect you, and seeing Harrison like that, she knew the only way the young man will move on with his life and be happy was if he knew that there was nothing to gain from his past. So she had lied to him, telling him that you lost the baby four months into the pregnancy, but you were married now, and happy. That had done it for him. He had stopped looking for you, believing that you were happy, and you deserved to be happy without him bringing the shadow of the past and what could've been in your life. It would've gone that way, had Leah not run into him, lost in the mall among the crowd of last minute shoppers.

At the beginning you had been careful. You did not trust Harrison entirely anymore, you watched him carefully whenever he was with Leah, though you never found anything to complain about. He was perfect with her, sometimes even better than you were. He was sweet and kind, and supportive, open minded, and protective, though not in an overbearing way. He realized quickly that Leah was an incredibly independent girl, taking pride in doing things her own way; he couldn't help but admire her for it, because he knew that she got it from you. So he made sure she did stuff on her own, but also made sure that he was always there, ready to catch her if she fell. He always answered her questions as honestly possible. Seeing them together made you think of what could've been if only you had stayed, if he had come back sooner, if he hadn't left at all. You thought of how it would've been if he was the one you raised Leah with. But past was past. Present was here, and at present, Leah was trying to draw dinosaur on her waffle with whipped cream.

You approach Haz, as he pulls you close by your waist, "good morning love." He murmurs, before planting a kiss on your temple and then kissing you on your lips, smiling into it when hearing a sing-song "gross" from the five year old. You laugh, looking at Leah, who had her hands covering her eyes, eating with her eyes closed. Suddenly your eyes found the clock that hung over the kitchen door, and the entire peaceful mood dissolves.

"HOLY SHIZZLES!" You pull away from Harrison, "Leah you'll be late for school!" you almost yell at her, "eat fast; I'll get your clothes ready. Haz, make sure she eats quickly." You ran out of the kitchen, hearing Harrison, urging her to eat quickly. You get her once she is done eating, get her ready for school and do her hair, before bringing her down, where Harrison was already waiting with car keys. You give them both a kiss goodbye, before they are off. You stand at the door for a few minutes, waiting for your heart to calm down. You make your way to your room, 'your and Harrison's room', you remind yourself. Honestly, you still didn't know how you felt about moving in with him. You tell yourself that you did this for Leah, that she needs it. But you know that there is a part of you that wants it as well. You can't deny the fact that living with Harrison, and Leah, makes you happy. But why was there a war always going on between your mind and your heart? Why did you felt guilty, and cautious, whenever he kissed you? Or said that he loved you. Why couldn't you say it back to him? He knew you were still afraid, still walking on eggshells about this relationship. He knew you still did not trust him completely. So he never pressured you. And it made you guiltier.

You shake your head, hoping the action will clear your head. You didn't know why you were over-thinking this morning. Knowing that a hot shower will clear your head, you walk into the shower. After showering, you pick your clothes carefully, since you had an interview. After getting dressed, you suddenly went to the dresser to look for the necklace your daughter had given you on your birthday, although it was actually Harrison, Leah had picked it out though. For some reason, you wanted to wear it today. Not finding it on the vanity, you look through the drawers, the last drawer was a little stuck, not opening all the way, but with enough force, it pulled free. Finding the necklace, its chain beneath a square jewellery box, you take it, putting it on, when suddenly it struck you.

You never keep any of your jewellery in the drawers, let alone the last drawer, cause it always sticks. So what was a square jewellery box doing there? And the box looked brand new; you didn't remember buying anything new recently. A tiny idea was peaking its head in your mind, but you shut it out before it could totally form. Before you knew it, you had opened the box and were staring at what it contained.

It was probably the most beautiful ring you have ever seen. It was vintage, you knew that at one look. The diamond at the centre was emerald cut, with smaller diamonds encrusted on the band on both sides. The entire thing glowed and sparkled like it had its own light, and knowing for a fact that it was there by Harrison's design, made your heart beat even faster.

You snap the box shut, putting it back in the drawer and closing the it. Nope, you told yourself. You were not going to think about it. It was probably not even for you, he was probably holding onto it for a friend. Yes, you tell yourself, yes, that is it. But no matter how much you tell yourself that, it still doesn't change the fact, that the band had your and Harrison's name engraved on it. He had asked for Leah's blessing and they went together to pick the ring. She was excited and said yes to all the rings that were shown to them, making him and the store attendant laugh at her endearing enthusiasm. In the end they had left the store with the ring he knew was made for you, and a sparkly bracelet for "the brightest star of my life." As Harrison had said before he picked the bracelet for Leah himself. He hadn't been able to give it to you yet. He knew that you still had doubts. So he was waiting, for the perfect time.

You leave the house before Harrison returned, knowing you wouldn't be able to face him without giving anything away. You try to distract yourself with the thoughts of your interview, preparing for it in your mind. You succeed in distracting yourself from the thought of the ring and everything once you reach the office. There were plenty of other applicants, all waiting for their turn. You turn your phone silent, waiting nervously for your turn.

The interview went on for quite a while, but you did well. By the time you were done and came out of the room, you were confident that you'll get the job. Coming out of the building, you take your phone out, to call for an uber, only to see a few missed calls from Leah's school, Harrison and a text from him

Haz: when you are done with the interview, call me.

Scared of what it might be, you dial his number, why did Leah's school call you? Did she get in any trouble? Is she hurt? All the questions were already making you go crazy, and on top of that Harrison was not picking up, just when you were about to hang up and call again, he picked up.

"Hey,' did he sound a little breathless? "How'd the interview go?"

"Fuck the interview Haz, what happened? Why did Leah's school call me? What happened?" you were pacing in front of the building entrance, the guard of the building staring at you.

"Love, calm down. Take a deep breath" you do as he says, closing your eyes, bracing yourself for the worst. "Leah had an accident."

"WHAT?" you yell out, making plenty of people jump away from you in fear. "Why wasn't I told?" you try to quieten your voice, shaking at his words. How can she have an accident?

"Baby, your phone was silent. The school called you, but they couldn't reach to you, so they called me." He reasons, "Get an uber, and get to St. Patricks hospital, I'm here already. And calm down, she is absolutely fine." He adds when he hears you sobbing on the other side of the phone.

You hang up and quickly hail a cab; you couldn't wait for an uber at this point. You had to see your little girl. Worry and anxiety gnawed at you the entire ride. Once you were at the hospital you threw a handful of bills next to the driver, not even bothering to collect the change. You ran in through the doors, and there he was, standing at the reception, filing out some forms.

"Haz," you call out loud as you run to him, he spots you and hugs you tight as you reach him.

"It's fine, hey it's fine." He murmurs into your hair, kissing the top of your head. Pulling away from you, he wipes the tears.

"What happened?" you swallow your sobs, demanding to know the entire story.

"Here is what the school told me, Leah and few of her friends were working on a secret project, and they needed something from the supply closet in their classroom, so instead of asking the teacher, Leah pulled a chair to the closet, got on it, and tried to pull the roll of papers towards her, but she fell, and a bunch of boxes full of paper ornaments and other art knick-knacks fell on her." You gasp at this, "but she will be fine, she just broke her leg and has a cut on her forehead, otherwise, she is absolutely fine."

"ABSOLUTLY FINE?" you exclaimed, making people look at you and Harrison, "she fell and a bunch of boxes fell on her, and she broke her leg, and that is absolutely fine to you?" you say in disbelieve. "I don't know about you Harrison, but I won't say my daughter is absolutely fine. She is hurt. Don't tell me she is absolutely fine."

"Yes I'll say she is absolutely fine, you know why?" anger flashed through his eyes, "Because it could've been worse. She could've fallen and hit her head and actually gotten a serious head injury, she could've broken more limbs and the boxes that fell on her could've been heavier and filled with dangerous stuff. And you knew how I can say this, cause when I got the call and had to rush to the hospital, these were the only thought in my head, only thing I was thinking about was what could've happened to her. So yes, compared to these, she is absolutely fine." He finished, his face flushed in anger. "And you always forget that she is my daughter too. And I'm probably more invested in her because I've lost four years of her life. I missed out, and everyday I feel like I have to make up for that. So yes, excuse me if I say she is absolutely fine with a broken leg and a cut on her forehead, because at least she is here, with Me." he walks away with this, visibly upset, leaving you to follow after him to the room Leah was at.

Whatever anger he felt, evaporated when he saw Leah was awake, and blinking at the room around her. His heart broke when he saw her on that hospital bed, her leg in a cast, a thick bandage wrapped around her head. She was looking for a familiar face among the doctor and the nurses in the room who came in when she woke up. And then she saw Harrison.

He still had no idea how it happened, but she had him wrapped around her little finger ever since she literally ran into him at the mall. He loved her, fiercely, and knew if he would do anything for her.

She held out her hand, and he walked into the room, grabbing her hand. "Is she okay?" he asked the doctors.

"Yes, but we still want to keep her in observation for the night, just in case she has a concussion." The doctor smiled reassuringly at Harrison.

Leah scrunched up her nose at the doctor "what's a consoosion?"

The doctor laughed, "ah, little lady, I'll tell you, but I have to and check in on other patients. How about I tell you tomorrow?" seeing her nod her head, the doctor gave her a small fist bump and left the room, leaving Haz and Leah alone.

"Dad, where is mama?" Leah turned her eyes towards Harrison, who looked back towards the door. He thought you were behind him.

"She's here, lee-lee, let me get her." He softly kissed her hand, and went out of the room, not finding you in the corridor; he retraced his steps back to the reception area where he lashed out on you. He now felt bad at saying all those things to you. He knew that you had a right to be worried, and be angry. But he felt it to be unfair when you implied that he was not as caring about Leah as you were. He knew that even now you didn't trust him entirely, and he was trying, but he is only a man, and every man has a breaking point.

He found you sitting on a chair near the reception, your head in your hands, shoulders shaking as a clear indication that you were crying. He took the seat beside you, and pulled you close to him.

"hey." He says comfortingly, trying to pry your hands away from your face, 'hey, its fine, look at me, she's fine, Leah is fine, and she is asking for you." he finally succeeds in taking your hands away from your face, and his heart breaks a second time. He has never seen you like this, sad, and scared and vulnerable. Is this how you looked when he left you all those years ago?

"shh, it's fine." He let you bury your face in his neck, effectively soaking his jumper with your tears. He let you cry for a while, before carefully pulling away, "Baby, Lee-lee wants to see you, but she can't see you like this. Come on," he pulls you to your feet and walks you towards the restroom. You go in and clean your face up as much as you can, taking off your ruined make up, you wash your face with cold water, knowing that you can't do anything about the swollen eyes. You walk out of the restroom, finding Harrison leaning on the wall a bit farther down the corridor. You walk towards him.

He pushes back from the wall, holding out his hand for you to take it, before hugging you once again. Pulling away he holds your face in his hands "I know this is the worst possible time, but you are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen." His words make you laugh a little, even though you felt like crying. Both of you make your way towards Leah's room, but he stops you before you enter.

"Babe, I know you are worried, and you are scared, but remember, we can't let her know that. Okay?" he carefully monitors your expression. "It will only scare her. So let keep it light and breezy. Alright?" you nod our head, knowing that he is right. Kids only reflect how you act around them. If you start crying, it will only scare Leah and make her think that there is something wrong with her. So you take a deep breath enter the room.

Leah looked fine, if you ignored the cast on her left leg, and the huge bandage that covered her head. You felt like crying again, and felt Harrison squeeze your hand. You would've walked out of the room to cry some more, but she had already spotted you.

"Mama, look at this.' She pointed at her cast, "they gave me a purple one, dad told them that it's my favourite. And look, the nice nurse lady drew a dinosaur!" you couldn't help but roll your eyes at her enthusiasm. She wasn't the kind of girl who was into princess parties, rather she was the kind of girl who collected scabs and scars and had a weird enthusiasm for casts and band-aids.

"Very pretty." You say, taking a seat on the chair next to her bed, Harrison excusing himself out of the room, knowing you needed this time with her. "Baby, why didn't you as your teacher to get the paper? Why did you climb on the chair?" you as her, trying to tuck her hair behind her ears.

"Because it is a secret project." She mumbles, fidgeting with the hem of her hospital gown. No matter how many time you asked her, you could not make her talk about this. So you gave up. Harrison came back in, and you guys played 20 questions for a while, before it was time for Leah to sleep.

You don't know how, but Harrison somehow managed to charm the nurse, so that you guys can stay in Leah's room instead of the waiting room. You two spend the night, sitting on opposite sides of a sleeping five year old. Both of you just looking at her. What you don't realize is that both of you were stealing glances at each other while the other was not looking. But none of you say anything, until you break the silence.

"I'm sorry." You sigh, feeling as if a huge stone is crushing your chest. "She is your daughter, as much as she is mine. And these last few months you've been nothing but a good father, I just..." you feel a lump forming in your throat, "I just, I got so scared Haz." You dissolve into tears. You knew you were being dramatic, but this was not just about Leah, this was the guilt, doubt that has been nagging you since the day you agreed to get back with Harrison. You don't even see him get up from his chair; he pulls you up and drags you to the small couch in the room, and sits down with you on his lap. You curl into him, breaking down for the second time on his shoulder.

"At this rate my jumper is going to soaking wet." He jokes. You give out a strangled half laugh and half cry. "I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have said all those things to you. I was so scared when they called and said that she was in an accident. I couldn't reach you, and, yeah, I thought of every worst possible scenario. But when I saw that she was fine, that it was just a broken leg," he let out a breath he didn't even know he was holding, "I was happy. At least she is safe. I don't know what I will do if I lose her again." You look at him for a beat, before kissing him. When you pull back, he takes a deep breath. "I know this is not the right place, or time, but if I ask you to marry me, will you say yes?" he looks at you with hopeful eyes.

You knew saying no meant breaking his heart completely, but at the same time, you didn't know how Leah will feel about it. But you also knew that you needed him. Even though you kept telling yourself that you were not in love with him, you fell back in love with him the moment he came to your house that day.

"Leah?" you say the name like a question.

Knowing what you were trying to say, he shakes his head, a small smile tugging at his lips, "Leah has already given us her blessing." He laughs a little at your shocked expression. "You didn't really think I will take such a decision without consulting the most important person in both our lives, did you?" he teasingly asks you.

You roll your eyes, "Yes, but is it okay if I still want to talk to her before answering?" you ask, biting your lips.

"Yes it is." He says, pecking your lips, "get some sleep." He rubs your nose with his, before tucking your head on his shoulder, both of you settling down for a night of fit full sleep.

You don't really get a chance to talk in the morning. You take Leah home, settle her down in her room, and then there were a thousand and one tasks to do, all of which goes smoothly, you and Harrison working side by side.

By the time you get any time, it is night. So after dinner, you chose to read Leah a story, instead of Haz. But before reading a story, you ask her "Leah, can I ask you something?"

"What is it mama?"

"Baby, what would you say if Harrison asked to marry me?" you ask her, not knowing what she will say.

Her eyes widens before she yells, "DAAAAAADYYY!" she looked close to tears, which set off the panic alarm in your mind.

"Darling are you okay? Does anything hurt?" you frantically look her over, while Harrison runs into the room,

"What's wrong?" he asks.

"Did you already ask her?" she was visibly crying now. You felt as if your heart was sinking. You knew if she didn't want it, then you'd never marry him, which will only break your heart into pieces.

Harrison looked as surprised as you were. He was kneeling beside the bed now, "yeah, I did, why lee-lee? When I asked you, you said yes. What happened?"

"But why did you ask her when i was not there?" she cries, "I was making this banner and I thought you will tell me before you ask her. I thought you said it will be a surprise." she almost flings herself back on the pillows; as well she could fling herself with the cast on her leg.

However, your mind gets stuck on only one sentence, "you were making a banner?" you ask incredulously, Harrison looking at you, puzzled why you fixated on that one sentence. "Is that your secret project? Is that why you were on that chair?" you gesture wildly with your hands, looking at Haz, "you're going to say something to your daughter."

Now, Haz knew that it was a parenting moment, but there were two reasons why he knew he was going to fail at this, one, you had referred to Leah as his daughter, and two, Leah was making full blown puppy eyes at him, which made him melt right there on the spot, but still he gave it a try.

"Uhm, Leah, care to explain?" his use of her full name was enough to bring a new set of tears in her eyes.

"Yes, it was my secret project." Her voice so small you both couldn't hear it. "I'm sleepy now, good night." She quickly lies back down and pulls her blanket over her head. You and Harrison were still standing there, when suddenly she pulls down her blanket "mama, you should say yes to dad. Okay good night." She pulls her blanket up again.

"We are not done young lady; we will talk about it in the morning, you hear me?" You tell her as Harrison pulls you out of her room, turning the lights off. He laughs as you huff and puff back to your room. "You have to be tough with her, Haz." You tell him once he closes the door to your room.

He pulls you close by your hands, "Yeah baby you know I suck at being tough when it comes to her." He runs his hands through your hair, "how about this?" he adds seeing your glare "you can be tough on her, and I'll be tough on the boys who try to date her?" you punch him at this. "hey, that hurts." He whines, "But you know, you heard what she said, so what is your answer now?"

You had thought about all the elaborate ways you can say yes, but you just forget all that and breath out a "Yes, I will." Before kissing him. He catches you, and only deepens the kiss, before pulling away.

"Wait, the ring, I hope you like the ring." You laugh as he runs to the closet to get the ring, not knowing you had already seen it and loved it.

"Now, to do things the right way," he gets down on one knee in front of you "will you marry me?"

'Yes I will." You say again, as he slides the ring on your finger. "You do know you have to do this again in front of Leah, or she won't talk to you." you laugh as he picks you up before spinning you in a circle.

"For you I'll go down on one knew every day." He says, before kissing you again. This time however, there was no doubt and guilt in your heart, because you knew he will never leave you or Leah again.

[colour-outside-the-liness]

Hi Colour! How are you doing today? I don't know about doing meaningful things with my life, feel like I've just been surviving this entire time lol. However I am trying to figure it out and working on building the life I want to live and hopefully I will be able contribute to this world in some way.

I don't think I've ever played a game of trivial pursuit. Have never been to a pub either, not like the ones you have in the UK anyway. Just been to very dirty bars where me and my friends used to drink as much as we could afford, shared questionable food that could potentially make us sick the next day and there were no quizzes or games really haha. So your exp sounds way more fun! 😂

I'm glad you're giving the song a chance! Only Spotify knows how many times I've listened to it lol. I reckon Hozier's going to be my artist of the year for 2021. I love attributing works of art to Dani x Jamie, have a whole ass Pinterest board full with images of paintings, poetry, music and anything that I think relates to them really (yeah I know, I have a problem).

I love everything you've said about how Dani, Viola and the lady in the lake are alike, I hadn't really thought about their similarities before, but everything you've said makes perfect sense. I always saw Viola as a narcissist, even her drive to protect her child felt selfish in a way, don't know if you know what I mean. And when she fades away and becomes the lady she's just pure (almost animalistic) instinct while on auto pilot, bc she only remembers rage and abandonment, she takes anything on her path aggressively unless they're a child. So what she sees in Dani is not processed logically, right? It's pure instinct and emotions, so what she recognizes in her when Dani invites her in is the desperate need to protect this child, so she sees her as deserving. Perhaps she also saw in Dani and opportunity to escape this nightmare. Despite all her faults she didn't deserve what happened to her either.

And don't get me wrong, Jamie is so, so strong and solid and she is my favorite mostly bc I identify with her personality more than Dani's. But we know Jamie is all that even before we learn her story, and I feel like it is expected that she'll be the strong and brave one bc she's had to be that her entire life albeit unwillingly. But Dani? We expect her to break at any given point, I mean she is reaching her limit after all that's happened, with all the weight she's carrying. I remember thinking "Jesus, this girl needs help" when I first watched the show hahaha. But she fights every damn time, she doesn't run away and that's why I find her so fascinating. That's why I thought this song was so fitting. Even if Dani would never see herself that way. But it's Jamie's perspective (and fire signs tend to exaggerate everything 😂) so it feels fitting that she thinks so highly of her baby haha. Ugh I just wanted them to stay together forever. 🥺

Omg yes! I love how you refined this idea, good thing you're a writer and I'm not hahaha. And yeah I'm absolutely here for sapphics with weapons like holy shit imagine Jamie fighting with a sword? 🤤 I'm weak. Hahaha would be cool to see them in a pirate AU too! Maybe someone's already done it? Idk. But aaaah I want to see them in every possible universe hahaha. Makes me want to get back into drawing too. 😩

Aww you two sound like you have a lovely bond going on. Your niece sounds like the coolest! I started out drawing anime too when I was a kid and ended up doing graphic design for a living! How did learning how to draw anime style go for you today?

Hey I'm doing great thank you I hope you are too? I know that feeling because I feel like that's how I have made it to 27 just surviving (barely) and taking things one day at a time to get me to this point and hopefully I can contribute in some way even it its just a small way... so I totally get that feeling but I am sure you contribute so much without you even realising it!! Oh it's great but depending on how competitive the people you're playing with are it can get pretty heated... I've been in some heated games of it before because people just refuse to believe I know the answers to some of the questions and they think I've been cheating and have all but demanded I have another question asked instead of the one I got right... and pub quizzes can be fun again depending on the team you're in and how seriously you wanna take it I have been in teams where its been a serious thing and we have all desperately wanted to win and then I've been in teams and we've just had fun with it... all the pubs I go in are dirty bars too but sometimes they have pub quizzes... I have had many nights where I have drank what I can afford... one night me on my roommate went over board though and we ended up spending ALL our money even our taxi fair and we had to walk home in the dark along country roads with hardly any lights to guide us... because of how drunk we were it too us around 3-4 hours and I fell over a road sign and ended up in a ditch... I've had a lot of fun experiences but some really stupid ones as well... your experiences sound great though!! I would love that!! I listened to the song and I loved it so much!! I don't even wanna know what my most listened to artist will be this year... my money is on it being the Six musical soundtrack... probably All You Wanna Do from that musical I'll be surprised if it's anything else. I would love for it to be someone like Hozier, but ever since I have done my Spotify wrapped thing it's always been a musical of some kind that's been my number 1 song / artist haha I love doing the same thing. If I can make something fit Dani x Jamie I will like it doesn't even matter what it is haha... I don't think you have a problem I think that sounds so cool!! I have nothing like that. I just have a head full of random ideas screaming to be let out I agree Viola is definitely selfish and narcissistic and everything she did came from a place of anger and rage over the things that happened to her she fell in love and got married and had a child and saw her sister try and take that from her while she was ill and in the end her sister killed her. Like yeah, I do feel sorry for Perdita with the way she was treated but I do think everything Viola did was out of frustration over what was happening to her. Like you said she acts on auto pilot and only knows rage until it comes to children- because all she knows is she is looking for a child so when she saw Dani so selfless sacrifice herself for a child she saw a little bit of herself in Dani she knows Dani is a good person and she can relate to that protective streak and I think she did see Dani as deserving I definitely agree with everything you've said here. Viola might have had faults and flaws and who doesn't? But I definitely think she had it rough and did deserve better than she was given. I agree, you can tell looking at Jamie that she is strong and brave while Dani comes off as the exact opposite. But I think you see fully how brave they both are when Dani sacrifices herself for Flora and when Jamie offers to keep Dani company and loves her despite knowing she won't be able to love her forever. I love Jamie but definitely relate to Dani's personality more, there are a lot of things Dani does that I see myself in her because I have done those types of things myself and the whole beast in the jungle speech resonates with me so much and every time I watch the last episode and hear that speech I am a crying mess from that point on. It's funny that you thought that about Dani when you first watched it, because me and my sisters got my mum to

watch it and she said the same thing about Dani "she needs help" but then once told me she liked Dani because she reminded her of me that was an interesting conversation to be a part of "Dani needs help... but I like her she's like you." I was like "Thanks?" I agree this song is definitely more how Jamie would see Dani, I think Dani just has a very blasé view of herself, like I don't think she's self conscious or self deprecating in anyway but I think she sort of walks around like "this is me and this is just how I am" where as Jamie just sees Dani for how brave and strong and amazing she is- maybe even if as a fire sign she exaggerates a little bit haha Jamie just thinks Dani is the most amazing person in the world and I just know that Dani saw her the same way!! I really wanted them to be together forever... I am never going to emotionally recover from Bly Manor. Your idea was incredible and I think it would be a great story to read honestly that's the type of thing I live for!! OMG Jamie with a sword is just 🤤 🥵 I am all for sapphics and weapons of any kind!! There's this pirate AU which is absolutely amazing!! I don't know if you've read it or not but iamalekza writes some really great fics!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/28631598/chapters/70179306 ^^ Pirate AU I really wish I could draw I would love to be able to draw scenes from fics I have read and even ones I have written but I just don't have the skill set for that!! I would love to see other fan arts though I think drawing is such an incredible talent to have and I am in awe of anyone that can do it!! Me and my niece have a great bond, she's like a little mini me (despite almost being as tall as me). She is honestly such a cool kid I have a hell of a lot of fun with her- I'm looking after her again tomorrow and I have no idea what we're gonna do but we will figure something out... she's such a good drawer she's only just started doing it at the beginning of the year and she's really progressed with it... I however have not so I am definitely gonna need more practice. That's so cool that you started out doing anime drawing and then ended up going into a career in graphic design. Again that's a talent that I am just in awe of because it's just something I have never been able to do!!

[camuslittlesister]

Utapri (the anime) brain dump - S1 and 2

Just what the title says, really. Not spoiler free, read at your peril. Random thoughts about Utapri the anime because I have too much SLBP content in the pipeline and it just feel weird to do that as someone whose whole blog is based on an Utapri joke.

• I have a greater appreciation of Tokiya and Ren as characters from the anime than anything else in the franchise. Mind you, I wanted to slap Ren 300% of the screen time but also I’d want to slap my teenage self if I could so, fair...

• Satsuki is a big part of why Nacchan is best boy. Knowing it was coming did not prepare me for seeing it. The lipstick advert killed me.

• Masato’s sad backstory was even sadder than I thought but I didn’t see Otoya’s coming. I guess I should have, he was always far too positive and it’s a bit of a standard trope...

• Haruka is the absolute worst. My thoughts on her are not fit for polite society and can be summed up in this gif:

• I thought Reiji being sly was largely my headcanon because, given the lack of logic and any semblance of realistic charactarisations, I did not expect them to actually go and do it. I underestimated how much I have in common with that woman, although a reverse harem of 2 is not really that big of a deal. Also, just me who thinks the series would have been so much better if it was everybody running after Reiji (boy or girl version, either is fine) instead of Haruka? 👀

• Ringo Tsukimiya is likely my favourite character in the whole thing. Major hair envy too, I need a wig like that...

• Despite my wardrobe looking like I just stole Ranmaru’s clothes to annoy Onii-san, I really loved Syo’s style in the anime.

• SL stories make Cecil significantly more annoying than he is in the anime. The same could be said of Syo and Onii-san.

• Speaking of which, Onii-san !!! So many thoughts he could have his own brain dump. The whole sister thing started as a joke about how we look the same (not just the ash blonde, blue-eyed and Snow White-skinned part, glare and perennial RBF included) but boy, it really is like someone wrote me in as a character.

If I wrote a Me x Husbando Utapri fanfic I would not write myself in without at least embellishing the truth a little so that it doesn’t just read like the guy is dating a cross-dressing Camus. We’re so alike it’s terrifying, (and glorious at the same time). Or, maybe 👀 what the world really needs is a Camus x Lady Camus fanfiction 👀

• Ai is a firm favourite with me. I’m glad I took a leap of faith based on the amount of Spotify songs on repeat and put Quartet Night on my wall. Music-wise they are definitely my favourites over Starish and none of the songs by that woman everyone has been fawning over in the anime was that good. Most Utapri songs I like are collabs, solos or QN and about one or two are Starish alone. Now, if I count their anime appearances I can probably restructure my favourites list, which atm looks a bit like all-out war for 3rd place and even then no 2 is basically a tie with no1.

• This is a Mamoru Miyano stan zone. I still don’t like most of the stuff he sung as Tokiya rather than himself but oh boy, I did not know how much I needed him singing Amazing Grace in my life.

•Rei and Ran bickering like an old married couple should be a spin-off. One of those funny 3min per episode anime would be enough (or would it?). I can see the rationale for the BL clogging my Pinterest feed without me asking for it, but even as a standard bromance or even frenemies they’re great together.

• I like megane anime/otome boys a lot (interestingly, I don’t really see Nacchan that way, the glasses are too barely-there and I’d take the Satsuki smirk over them any day...what can I say, whichever version you pick of him he’s so 🥵👀) but the guy from Heavens just looks so creepy outside of still images and I’m salty about it.

• The ending to S2 hit so hard after lockdown. I miss the feeling of being in a crowd, singing like we’re one. And, of course, if you ask me, QN stole the show at that point. Not biased or anything.

[thetiredbiwrites]

Fabulous, Darling

Requested by @megaduppi​ “Hiya lovely! I was wondering if I could request a Seb x reader where they are stuck together in Sebs apartment because of quarantine and they start doing random things like Seb giving in to the reader and letting her do his make up and him looking completely fabulous? It can be funny and fluffy I am honestly craving it”

A/N: Thank you for the request 💖💖 hope you don’t mind, but I’m not entirely comfortable writing for the actors, nothing against anyone who does. So I made this a Bucky x Reader instead and they’re stuck in their shared apartment. It’s more fluffy than funny.

A/N2: I don’t know a lot about make-up. I can do basic (what is contouring?😂). So it’s pretty vague about what make-up she does and more from Bucky pov

5 weeks. 5 weeks you had been stuck in your apartment.

You were proud of your home. How you’d decorated, the layout and colours- the way you made it your own. But seeing the same crap everyday, the same rooms and nothing else, God, you were sick of it.

The urge to redecorate grew every day. The online shopping and endless scrolling through pinterest in boredom didn’t help.

The first week had been productive, making you feel good and enjoy the time. Time to spend with Bucky and doing everything you put off or didn’t have time for because of work. The two of you had tided and cleaned every room, sorted through all your clothes and shoes and reorganised the kitchen cupboards.

Now there’s nothing left to do.

Meaning whenever you thought of something to do, or came across ideas on various social medias or online shopping, you did it.

Bucky rarely said no to you and he certainly didn’t start now. He was just as bored and desperate for something to do.

This meant that when you asked for his special pancakes at midnight, he made the damn pancakes. You both sat together in your pjs watching Brooklyn Nine-Nine and eating a stack of pancakes covered in syrup and toppings until 2 in the morning.

When you gave into the urge and decided to rearrange the living room, he just smiled and went along with it. Helping you move every piece of furniture and arranging all your photos and nick-nacks. A heated debate about how to order the DVDs broke out.

You won.

He had insisted the two of you stay fit, keep exercising, every day. Especially with all the snacking and pancakes you both ate. So when you declared a Just Dance competition, he danced like he never had before.

Ok, so making the prize sex-related definitely aided his decision and pushed him to beat you.

But even he had to admit, after 5 weeks, sex wasn’t that exciting and most of the time, neither of you were particularly in the mood.

Which is how you ended up feeling like grandparents one day, doing a 1500 piece jigsaw while soft music played in the background.

“Uugh, these pieces are all the same colour!”

“You just have to be patient. We’ll get there.”

“I have been patient, Bucky. I’ve been patient for 5 hours and we’re not even half done. Don’t laugh at me.”

Bucky finished the puzzle as you gave up and baked cookies instead.

More than once, Bucky somehow found himself sitting on the floor with you on the sofa behind him, doing his hair.

You practiced different kind of plaits and other basic styles to trying out more intricate styles. Although you did resist buying flowers and bows to put in his hair.

The day you curled his hair had left you in a fit of laughter until you couldn’t breathe. Plaiting his hair did leave it wavy, which, depending on the type, looked pretty good. But he could still tie it back into a low bun when that happened.

Bucky, however, wasn’t amused. Especially after you took a photo and sent it to the group chat. Bucky had immediately showered, letting his hair go back to normal after that one.

The last couple of days, you had a new idea. One Bucky didn’t agree with.

He drew the line at you doing full make up on him.

It’s not that he thought men shouldn’t wear make-up. You had painted his nails a few days ago and he approved of the sparkly red. He had kept them that way, even when he did the weekly shop.

No-one had commented but at a time like this, who was going to care about a man’s painted nails. But even when it’s normal he wouldn’t have taken it off.

Well, if Sam wasn’t around anyway. He wouldn’t be caught dead with painted nails, especially sparkly red ones, around Sam.

Sam wasn’t against men wearing make-up either. Hell, if Steve or Tony, or any of the guys really, showed up with nails painted, he’d compliment them. Probably in a jokey manner, but compliment none the less.

Bucky, though, would never hear the end of it. It’s just how their relationship went.

He’d do the same back. Bucky could pretend he wouldn’t. But he would.

By day three, Bucky felt his resolve crumbling. He tried thinking of reasons why he didn’t want to do it but couldn’t actually think of any. But the thought of wearing make-up didn’t agree with him.

But those big y/e/c eyes staring up at him and the pout on your lips, akin to that of Puss-in-Boots, was making it hard to say no. Especially when he didn’t have any reasons against it.

He made it through the morning but by 2pm he found himself yet again sat on the living room floor, legs crossed. His fingers tapping against his legs as he contemplates running until you give up on the idea. But where the hell is he going to go? There’s only so long he could stay locked in their only bathroom.

This time you were also sat on the floor, legs crossed and facing him. You were aware of Bucky’s nervousness but you knew, well, you were 95% sure that once it was done, Bucky would realise it’s fine. If he didn’t, he can take it off straight away. It was just the two of you so it shouldn’t be a problem.

You knew his limits. This meant you’d lightly push him into letting you do this, but if he really didn’t agree, if it ended badly, you wouldn’t sent a photo to the group. You wouldn’t even take one. The two of you knew each other well enough to know these limits in various situations and not cross them.

For now, you had collected everything you needed from the bedroom and started laying it out on the floor. You faced the mirror away from Bucky so he couldn’t look until you had finished.

Bucky’s eyes flicked across the products as you laid them out. Noting all the liquids and powders, brushes, some foam egg thing, and… is that a pencil?

“How much stuff do you need? That’s a lot of products. Why are there so many brushes? I know make-up is like art but I thought you were just doing something basic and simple, y/n? Y/N, please, don’t make me do this.”

Bucky’s complaining stayed in his head as he looked up at your bright eyes and kind smile, his mouth closing as the words died, forming a pout instead.

“While you do look so adorable,” you lightly grabbed his chin in one hand, smushing his lips together. “Quit you pouting. It’s gonna be fine.”

Bucky’s eyebrow raised, biting the inside of his lip, his eyes flicked between everything on the floor and your face.

“Bucky, baby. You got nothing to be nervous about. Besides, it’s not like anyone is going to see or know.”

Bucky slightly nodded his head to the side, grunting in agreement but clearly still unsure.

“Specifically Sam, he doesn’t have to know anything. You’re on your own with him. I mean, if anyone else dared to say anything, I would tell them to grow up. It’s 2020. If a guy wants to wear make-up, let him wear the damn make-up. Many of them are better than me, although let’s be honest that’s not too hard, and it’s makes me jealous. Who taught you?! Can you teach me? They look amazing.”

Once Bucky cracked a grin, huffing a laugh, you clapped your hands and picked up the first product. You had rooted through your stock to find foundations that were the closest to his skin tone and found some you had kept after your friend had stayed a few months back.

“Let’s get started” you wiggled your eyebrows and Bucky felt himself relax. Not entirely, but enough to sit still and let you work.

Bucky wished some of his girlfriend’s excitement and enthusiasm would pass to him. As you added more and more to his face, he felt his nerves increasing again.

The feeling of your hand softly resting against his skin, from his neck to his face, as your other gently moved brushes and product across his face was, admittedly, a great feeling. You relaxed him and the touches were light and soothing.

Yet his heart still beat a little too quickly and his head continued overthinking.

He felt guilty for being so worried. He’s watched you do your own and your friend’s make-up many times over the last few years. But he still couldn’t help the image of a clown or a kid who got into mummy’s make-up from being projected in his head.

As you asked him to close his eyes, he tried to think of something else and his mind ran with the image of a little kid covered in make-up. Except it was your kid who had gotten their little hands on all these products.

He could hear your laughter as you came upon the scene. The way your kid would smile, wide and toothy, like their mothers, as you took a photo. Bucky could see you cleaning the little one up before teaching them how to do it properly.

Bucky’s mind couldn’t stray from this path and as he heard you humming a song he didn’t know, another picture developed.

On your face was a beaming smile, love pouring from your eyes and a soft glow surrounding you from the sun through the window as you softly sang to the small bundle in your arms. A little hand reaching out from the material as Bucky approached and wrapping around his finger.

Bucky saw himself chasing after your young son, smiling at the loud and carefree laughter leaving the little boy as he caught him and subjected him to tickles.

Learning all those hairstyles you subjected him to this past month so he could do them for your daughter. Her hair like his but eyes like yours, shining bright and paired with a smile when he’d finish. Her little arms wrapping around his neck and hugging as tight as her little body could.

Bucky focused back on the present when he heard you sigh. Realisation flashing across your face as you shot up and ran towards the bedroom.

“Don’t look!” you yelled across rooms and his hand retreated, holding it close to his chest like he’d touched fire and abandoning the mirror sat inches from him.

The mischievous grin on your face paired with the glint in your eyes had Bucky worrying again. Noting your hands behind your back, hiding something from his view, had his heart rate picking up. Again.

His eyes reluctantly closed when you asked and he tried not to flinch as you touched his face, giggling as you did.

“Ok, all done. You can look now.” You announced, holding up the mirror.

This time it was your heart racing, becoming restless the longer the silence stretched. Bucky’s eyes glued to his reflection, wide eyed and jaw dropped, his entire body frozen.

You began to worry you had pushed him too far.

“You hate it. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have made you-“ “No, no,” he cut you off, large hand resting over yours as he finally took his eyes off his reflection. “No, I don’t hate it, actually. You know, I really like this colour.”

A smile spread across your face, huffing a laugh as Bucky batted his eyes, referring to his eyeshadow.

He looked back at the mirror, moving his head to inspect different angles.

“Glitter’s a bit much though, don’t you think?”

“Nope. You look fabulous, darling!” Bucky laughing at your over-the-top British accent.

“Am I pretty?”

“Oh, baby, you are the prettiest.”

“Well then, I guess I better share.”

You only caught a glimpse of the devious smile before your boyfriend launched at you, knocking you on your back.

Laughter bounced off the walls as Bucky pinned you down and rubbed his beard all over you, covering you in red glitter (matching his nails, of course).

“No, wait stop! I wanted to take a photo first!”

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A/N: I have an instagram (@/elberex). I was thinking of posting sneak peaks on there? 🤔🤔

[axelsagewrites]

Magnus Bane*No Tea Tonight PT2

A/N: IM SORRY. Im a day late. But this time my laptop broke right when I had a history and english assinment. I then had to write out my English essay (4 pages) and history essay (6 pages) by hand with all my notes saved on my laptop. That was my fun weekend. Im sorry. Im trying, I promise.

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Magnus Bane X Warlock!Reader

Part one

"Should we tell Magnus?" Isabelle asked her brother. They'd mulled over the case all night, thinking of different theories about where (Y/N) was and why. Going over files was normally tedious but the little clues they found every few pages kept their interest. Soon the pile was sky high. Alec looked up from the stove. he'd offered to make breakfast, not wanting to be poisoned by Isabelle, before they went to follow up some clues. "Maybe. I'm not sure. This might not go anywhere, I don't want him to get his hopes up," The pancakes were ready, and Alec handed Izzy a plateful. "Yeah but," she started with the pancake in her mouth, "he'll know stuff we won't. Plus, they were in love," "Exactly. When Valentine took Jace I was distraught but I knew he was alive because we were parabatai. That kept me going. Now we're going to put Magnus through the same stress with no guarantee." Isabelle sighed, "It's just not right. I would want to know," It was too early for Alec to really care about anything, but this was getting to him, "We follow up some clues, first hint of something we'll call him. Deal?" "Deal."

It was somewhat expected that most of their clues would be duds. They were vague photos of someone who vaguely looked like (Y/N) from years ago. Most of the areas had either changed or been remodeled since or it was a landmark where no one would've remembered them. They decided a snack was well deserved so bit the bullet and got some street food. "I always think I'm going to die when I eat this," Alec said once they were out of the vendors hearing. Isabelle shrugged as she plopped on a bench, Alec follows, "At this point, I'd eat anything," It was a wonder to other females how Isabelle could eat so much and be that fit. "You got the files?" Alec pulled out what a mundane would describe as a flash drive and pressed a small button. Like in the institute a screen was lit up like a hologram they could swipe on. And like all their other tech the Mundanes couldn't see it. "We've checked clues A through H. the rest seem to be spread across the world. Malta, London, Tokyo, Morocco, basically everywhere," Isabelle squinted at the screen, "I don't get it. it's not like (Y/N) was discreet. Look, they're in full view in that one, not even trying to hide," Isabelle pointed to a photo of (Y/N) standing at some old bookshop seemingly looking right at the camera, "I just don't get it," Alec thought it over when something popped in his head, "What I don't get is why we're out here when this was Jace's idea," "Oh, he's trying to get permission from the clave to escalate the case," She rolled her eyes, "Clary said they were going out today so I think he might be lying," "Ya think?" Alec was anything if not sarcastic. "Where's the bookshop?" "Dunno. it just says Marvin's Books. No street or anything," "We must be missing something," Alec muttered, enhancing the photo and looking at every corner and pixel he could. "There, look." Isabelle did and shrugged, "Do you know any Mundanes with purple skin?" Isabelle looked closer and sure enough, there was an arm in the shop window, the rest of the body not in view. But the hand was purple. "Hey, that photo at the twin towers..." "Probably the same guy. Maybe if we find the bookshop," "Well it has to be an English speaking country because of the sign," Alec nodded along to Isabelle's thoughts "and the clothes are so 2005," Alec gave Izzy a look who shrugged it off. Izzy scanned the photo some more, "Zoom in on that bag," Alec did, "And that mundane looks like she's holding a target bag." "Must be America," "Yeah. So, 2005, America, some guy named Marvin." "It's a start,"

There's only so much Isabelle and Alec can do so they went back to the institute, running the photo of the bookshop against the institute's gallery. Thank angel you can filter by date and location otherwise it would've taken weeks. Instead just 3 days. Izzy groaned when she saw the estimate. "Look who decides to show up," Alec says as Jace and Clary walk past. Jace pauses with a grin, "You know how the clave is-" "You're lying. Isabelle said you and the little girl were going on a date. So you get to alphabetize the case files," Alec grabbed and chucked a huge file filled with random sheets of paper at Jace. Jace grimaced, "Why do we keep paper copies?" Alec shrugged, "To make you suffer?" he suggested. "So did you'd find anything?" Clary asked, too upbeat for Alec's liking. Isabelle groaned from in front of the screen, "Give this thing 3 days and maybe. Something about a bookshop, some guy names Marvin, 2005, and some guy with purple skin," Clary raised her eyebrows, "You asked." Isabelle turned to her brother, "Are we telling Magnus?" Internalizing the biggest sigh possible, Alec forced himself out his seat, "C'mon then," "You know there's no point in us all going," Jace said. "Jace unless you want me to hire decorators to turn your room into a duck wonderland I suggest you put your shoes back on," Jace scoffed. Isabelle didn't, "He's not kidding. Look we got bored," Isabelle clicked on a different tab and a Pinterest board of duck-themed bedrooms popped up. Jace shivered, "Bloodthirsty little beasts. Let's go then,"

The eldest lightwood was less than enthusiastic that Clary had joined them but said nothing. Well, nothing much. Isabelle talked to Clary about what outfit to were next time they went out and Jace held his arm protectively around Clary. So Alec thought about how to tell Magnus what they'd found. Hey Magnus your lovers not dead Sup Magnus? By the way, you're missing lover might've been kidnapped by some purple dude. Hi, Magnus. So you remember that lover that's been missing for almost 20 years and is probably our fault? Yeah, we found her! Turns out we just never looked in the first place. Or as Alec actually said when Magnus opened the door, "We found (Y/N). well, pictures at least," Alec needn't have said more before Magnus ushered them all in. "What do you mean?" The group shared a look at Magnus' desperation. "I don't care how...bad it is just tell me. I need to know," Isabelle stepped forward, "We found a picture of (Y/N) after they went missing. Couldn't have been taken before 2014," "Impossible. You must be wrong," Pulling out the flash drive, Izzy brought up the photo, "That museum wasn't built till 2014. They were alive then...maybe now," Magnus just stared at the image. "But-but if (Y/N) is alive, why haven't they came back?" The shadowhunters couldn't look him in the eye. Isabelle swiped through the photos "Some of them aren't very clear but look. (Y/N) has been all over the place. Every continent. The last photo was taken in 2015 outside of some shop in England," She swiped to the photo. "They have CTV in England," Magnus' eyes lit up as he spoke, "The whole place is covered in cameras," Alec sighed, "They get wiped every few months, let alone years." Magnus ran a hand through his hair, pulling at it, "Why are you showing me this?" Isabelle and Alec shared a  look, "We need your help." Isabelle told him. She went to the photo with the man with purple skin and horns, "He's been in a few photos. Well bits of him. This is the only one showing his face. Do you, do you recognize him?" Magnus stared at the photo, "I've met a lot of warlocks. Can't you check the system?" "They're not all on there. If other warlocks hiding them they tend to slip through the gaps," Alec said. "You think (Y/N) was hiding someone?" Alec hesitated but gave a single nod, "Theirs no way. They would've told me. (Y/N) was horrible at secrets, got all riled up over them." Magnus looked at the picture longer, "He looks...familiar?  As I said I've met a lot of people. Horns and purple skin aren't such a rarity. Hasn't he shown up in his own photos?" "Only with (Y/N)," Isabelle said. Jace suddenly seemed to realize something and grabbed Clary's satchel. "Hey!" She objected as Jace rummaged till he pulled out a file, "Jace!" "Sorry babe," he flicked through the file, "Here, it's some of the pictures of him," Jace handed Magnus a small stack of maybe 7 photos that had been printed, the first being the one of the man. Clary and Alec were both glaring at him, "One less thing to file," he murmured under his breath. Magnus shot him a quick glare, "I'll have a think on it," That pleased the shadowhunters. "Look if you think of anything, even not about these photos, call us yeah?" Alec said. "Of course. Anything to find (Y/N)," Magnus seemed to suddenly dislike shadowhunters again as he began to hustle them out the door. Alec hung back to check on him, "I'm...okay. Look its difficult. I've not seen a recent picture, I've not had this sort of hope. You need to give me time," Alec nodded, "Of course. But you know we're here for you?" Magnus nodded. Alec looked over his shoulder before saying in a quieter voice, "You helped me a lot when we first met. I was confused and in denial. I know we're on different sides but Magnus, you're a real friend," "I'm glad I could help Alexander," Magnus said, "Truly. No one should feel ashamed of what they are," "And you shouldn't be ashamed of feeling alone. If you need to talk," "I'll call," Magnus finished it for him. "Thank you. (Y/N) should see me now, being friends with a shadowhunter," They both gave a short laugh over that. "I'll see you later," "Bye Magnus," Alec walked down to meet his friends and Clary. Isabelle hung back, asking what that was about. "Just wanted him to know he isn't alone," "Does Alec have a crush?" Izzy teased. Alec rolled his eyes, "We've been over this. Sure he's cute but no," "Still hung up on you know who?" she nodded to the couple in front. "Nah. I'm young, apparently, I've been...seeing people." This statement led to a long and intense discussion on Izzy's part trying to find out who exactly.

Magnus watched from his balcony as the shadowhunters walked out of sight. Chairman brushed by his feet, reminding him to feed his cat. Magnus set a bowl of food down and went to sit on his couch. The photos sat discarded on the coffee table. The warlock picked the top one up with an expression only someone with too many memories could have. "What did you do Caleb?" Magnus whispered, staring at the infrit on the paper. Magnus snapped his finger and the strongest drink he could image showed up. He flung the photo back on the pile and leaned back into the couch, drink in hand. "You were always (Y/N)'s favorite rescue,"

Part three