#it’s a three year long thing. that’s so much time. and it’s so much work. it’s work I can do in theory and they’d help me but

[hotchnerwrites]

hi!! love your hotch fics so much. I have a request for a hotch fic with a bau reader, maybe someone who’s very extroverted with the team but shy around hotch and hotch notices. up to you where you want to take it!!

The Olive Branch

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x BAU!reader

Word Count: 0.9k

Warnings: SFW, mutual crushes, minor misunderstanding

A/N: i JUMPED at this request, i have been wanting to write this for so long omfgggg!!!! i hope u like it!!! enjoy <3

My requests are open. Send me stuff! :)

PS. I've stopped adding the three starter pics to my fics (hopefully temporarily) bc tumblr is being uncooperative and won't minimise them. looks nasty with 3 images smh.

It was his job to read people. To break down micro-expressions, decode behavioural changes, and anticipate actions before they happen. In the field, these skills had saved the lives of victims and team members alike.

But somehow, when it came to you, Aaron Hotchner found himself at a complete loss.

It wasn’t something he had noticed consciously. At least, not at first. When you arrived on your first day of work, he had made some superficial observations that remained at the edge of your awareness— quick to befriend the team, understand their dynamics and find your niche. You were so vibrant and easy with the others. You went toe-to-toe with Morgan’s teasing and could even keep up with Reid’s incessant chatter.

But with Aaron? A clipped “Yes, sir” or an awkward “Of course, Agent Hotchner”. It was always stilted, and he got the feeling that you carefully measured your words when interacting with him.

It wasn’t outright hostility. You were his coworker at the end of the day. But it wasn’t comfortable either. And Hotch had spent far too long being avoided by people outside of work to mistake it for anything else.

You did not like him.

Aaron didn’t blame you for it. He knew his reputation as a Unit Chief— he was a hard-ass; he demanded a lot and could shut down jokes in the middle of a case. He barely even spoke about his life outside work. He had spent years convincing himself that maintaining this distance was necessary, that he couldn’t afford to be anyone’s friend, lest he put them in harm’s way.

But with you? Aaron couldn’t help but feel a slight twinge of regret at the way things had turned out.

———

The idea wasn’t fully formed. Hell, it was barely a concept of an idea.

It had been a long day of paperwork, and as the others were heading out for the night, Hotch noticed you skulking around García’s desk, staring at something.

A pen. Not just any pen— it was an engraved fountain pen that Penelope’s stepfather had gifted her.

“Pretty,” you had mumbled to yourself, “I used to have one just like that.”

It was a simple enough thing, and Hotch didn’t waste time overthinking it. The next day, he picked up a similar pen— nothing overly expensive, just well-made and practical, personal but not intimate.

A peace offering.

It was Aaron’s attempt at making things right.

———

He left it on your desk before the day started with a short note.

Thought you might like this. - A.H.

He’d be lying if he wasn’t nervous. Still, he tried not to set his expectations too high. 

But then he watched you find the pen.

You froze, fingers dancing over the box as if afraid to touch it. Then, carefully, you picked it up, turning it over like it was made of glass.

Hotch didn’t know what he had expected. A thank you? A nod of acknowledgement? Less awkward interactions? That would have been enough. Instead, you smiled. A small, private thing. The kind you offered JJ in quiet moments or to Emily after a tough case. A real genuine smile.

And then— you sought him out.

“Sir,” you started, cornering him after a briefing. Your tone was muted as usual, but there was no note of avoidance in it anymore. Just something he couldn’t quite place. “Thank you. For the pen. You didn’t have to… but I really appreciate it.”

Aaron had opened his mouth to brush it off, to tell you it was nothing, but then you dropped your gaze, fingers fidgeting with the cap of the pen. He couldn’t quite put a finger on your body language… but it was slowly dawning on him. 

Aaron Hotchner was realising that he had read you incredibly wrong.

———

The realisation didn’t fully hit him until later that night.

He’d been reviewing annual evaluations, half a glass of bourbon abandoned at the edge of his desk. He’d been fighting sleep for over an hour now— it had been a long week.

Aaron’s mind kept circling back to you. To your smile when you’d picked the pen up.

You, who were always warm and open with the team but hesitant and distant from him. You, who had nevertheless accepted his gift with something more than gratitude. You, who lingered just a fraction of a second too long after thanking him, eyes nervously darting up to his before skittering away.

Hotch exhaled audibly, rubbing a hand over his face. He couldn’t get the image of the way you had looked at him today out of his mind. You had really looked at him, a mixture of hesitance and nerves. The pen had been an underdeveloped idea for extending an olive branch, but you had smiled at it like it meant something.

As he stared off into space, paperwork long forgotten, the pieces slowly clicked into place with the kind of clarity that made him feel like an absolute idiot.

You weren’t shy around him because you disliked him.

In fact, therein lay the answer.

You were shy around him because you liked him.

It should’ve been so obvious. The very idea of it. It had danced around his face, and had it been anyone else, he would have seen it immediately. Yet, when it came to himself, apparently he was blind.

A profiler, indeed.

Aaron wasn’t sure what to do with this epiphany. Was he allowed to do anything? But also, did he really care that much about outdated FBI guidelines? He only knew one thing. For the first time in a long time, the idea of someone likinghim— not respecting, not tolerating, but actually liking him— made something warm and fuzzy settle in his chest.

Hotch leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling. Then he huffed a quiet, self-deprecating laugh, shaking his head at his ignorance.

Maybe he was getting old.

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[rhyrhy]

HELLO LUV BUG

I HAVE A REQUEST IF YOU DONT MIND

I’ll stop yelling now

Anyway

Virgin Abby x experienced reader.

Like things are getting hot and heavy and Abby admits she’s a virgin and experienced reader gets off on being Abby’s first ever while being really sweet and gentle.

Have a good one eat, stretch, drink something

-saturn

And they were roommates .ᐟ

Virgin! Abby ݁˖°✧

꒰࣪ Warnings:꒱ bits of plot, mostly A! Receiving, body hair ˖ . ݁˖°✧ mentioned, jealousy, talks of virginity (duh), hair pulling, loser Abby, oral, Mdni!

-oh my god, they were roommates?

Roommate, roomie, the woman you share your space with. That’s Abby—friend of three years, roommate of a few months.

Perfect roommate would be an understatement. So, of course, when your old landlord raised rent too high for your liking, she was the first person you asked to help look for a new place. Only to catch the way her eyes sparkled when you found one—quiet neighborhood, not too far from work. The extra bedroom was originally going to be an office of some sort, but plans changed.

She cooks, cleans, respects your space, always knocks before she enters your room.

—Well, usually she did. Except for last night.

Those usual soft knocks or “Can I come in?” fell on deaf ears. After moving in, things had unknowingly shifted between you two. An unspoken understanding to not make things awkward. However, one fateful night of her not knocking led to a sleepy, on-the-couch discussion days later, after a long work shift.

The scene was something straight out of a wet dream, (un)fortunately engraved in her mind.

The image of her wholesome roommate—the one who always compliments her cooking, offers to redo her hair when she’s too tired, and has her reach the top shelf. The classic excuse of “Putting those muscles to good use,” you’d say in the sweetest tone. All of that, down the drain the moment her eyes locked onto the woman beneath you. Writhing in pleasure. One leg tossed over your shoulder, the other splayed somewhat behind you. Pornographic whines and pleas smacking Abby in the face the second the door creaked open.

She’d completely forgotten what she even came in there for. A shirt? Where the dustpan was?

Fuck, she had no idea.

The door slammed shut harder than she intended, guilt pouring over her as she realized she’d walked in on such an intimate moment. Hookups for you weren’t uncommon. Always the same pretty faces. One stood out, though. Tall, more on the butch side. Clearly a gym rat. Her arms weren’t nearly as impressive as Abby’s, but she hated herself for even making the comparison.

She’d even bumped into her one morning in the kitchen during breakfast, eyes narrowing at the sight of her mug in the woman’s hands.

“You don’t mind, do you?”

It felt like a taunt. Abby told herself she was being delusional, trying to shake off the bubbling irritation.

The week passed, you two still hadn’t talked about it, along with a few other things—the time she ended up zipping your shirt for you and her hand lingered on your hip even after she was finished. Even that small glimpse of your bare skin reminded her of that night. Or how you always found yourself brushing your teeth next to her in the morning, feigning that you were “just saving water.”

It all whirled in her mind, even as she exhaustedly turned her key, prying open the front door.

Fallen boots and a thrown jacket into the hall closet later, she found herself slumped onto the plush couch. Already hearing your nagging about how her neck would pay for not taking the few extra steps to her bedroom in the morning. The warm yellow light reflected on the flooring, indicating you were home, tucked away in your room.

On Friday nights, you two usually watched a few episodes of one of the many TV series you started together and vowed not to watch without the other. She hadn’t seen much of you since the walk-in, although between your opposite work schedules, that wasn’t alarming.

Her teeth caught her bottom lip, eyes flickering between your door and the TV. She wanted to come get you, act natural. She really, really did, but her thoughts snapped back to that night. How her thighs shifted uncomfortably together, the heat that pooled in her gut when her mind replayed your sounds. How the recurring face you slept with oddly resembled hers.

“Hey, Abs.” She was too deep in her own thoughts to realize you’d emerged before she could call out to you.

“Oh! Heya,” she said, followed by a small head nod.

Even now, as you pushed off the wall, you seemed at ease, completely unaffected by the thoughts that threatened to consume her own mind.

She’d managed to act semi-normal over the past painfully slow thirty minutes. The uneasy feeling caused her to blurt it out before she could stop herself.

“Sorry about the other night. Random, I know— I just, uh, had to get that out.”

“No, no, my door should’ve been locked. Got caught up in the moment and—well, I’m sure you get it.” You waved off with a laugh.

“Yeah, of course,” she answered, a little rushed.

A lie. A big lie. She had no idea. In fact, the closest thing she’d ever allowed from someone else was a few hickeys and semi-decent make-out sessions—always pulling away right before things got too handsy.

Fear wasn’t holding her back, nor was insecurity. For her, it was comfort. She was dating the past, yeah, but the companionship  was craved more than the lost clothes and complaints from neighbors during a heated moment. Although, she knew this only stayed true up until you guys grew closer. With her presence becoming like a second skin to yours, of course, loose t-shirts without a bra and underwear as pants happened. Seemingly unaware of how it sent heat to her cheeks.

But you did know. Of course, you knew. Gracefully adding to the list of teasing. Seeing if she’d crack. And tonight, she did.

It started with a joke, in Abby’s mind—the nuisance that clung to you through the weeks. A joke about if someone could do it better, then maybe you’d stop calling her. It turned into more ‘jokes,’ turned touches, turned into a sudden cup of her cheek and a crashing kiss.

This was one of those moments where you’d get lost and discuss it later. Or, at least, it was—because as quick as it came, she pulled away.

“Sorry—was that too much? I just thought—are you good?” You pulled your hands back from traveling lower than they already were.

“What—?” She blinked, snapping back. “No, I just—yes, I’m good.”

The murmur of the TV did little to ease the tension. The heat never left the room. The whispered words you’d said in her left ear bounced inside her mind. Her slipped comment about how badly she wanted you, unsure if she should’ve said it.

“Soo… you haven’t then?” You knew the answer, but confirmation in this moment was beyond needed.

“If I answer, will you laugh?” She sighed.

“Laugh? Of course not.” Your expression softened.

“I… haven’t.” The words felt heavier out loud. “It’s just, I wanted it to be special.” She turned her head back to you. “Is that silly?”

“No, dude, what? I wish I would’ve waited.” You shook your head.

She scoffed. “You’re just saying that—”

“I’m serious.” You shifted closer. “Your body is a temple and all that jazz. You should be glad you’re waiting.” You finger quoted.

You continued as Her eyes flicked over you, thoughtful. “Whoever gets to tap this”— you gestured vaguely toward her frame—“is lucky. As hell. And.. if you were serious about earlier, Abs… it’s still on the table, okay? Don’t rush anything you don’t want. It’s not going anywhere, and neither am I.”

You smirked. “Literally. I live here.” You said dramatically gesturing around the living space

She laughed shaking her head. “You’re such an idiot.”

You grinned. “Oh, fuck you. I was trying to be sentimental.”

“I know… and I appreciate it.” Abby exhaled, running a hand through her hair before reaching for you, fingers grazing your arm. “But, uh—can we circle back to the part where you were taking your shirt off?”

Your breath caught. “You sure?”

“more than sure.” She took a deep breath. “Just gentle, yeah?”

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As nice as kissing her was, your lips were slightly swollen at this rate, and you weren’t sure how much longer she planned to drag this part out. She seemed comfortable, but her hands stayed rooted at her sides—stiff as a board.

“You say you’re relaxed, but your shoulders are telling a different story,” you teased, pressing your hands to them, feeling how tense she was. “See?”

Abby huffed, exhaling sharply through her nose. “Yeah, okay. Maybe a little.”

But before she could dish out another apology. You spoke back up “Don’t apologize. You’re not doing anything wrong. But if you’re not ready, we don’t—”

“—No, I am.”

“Okay, so let’s start small.”

“Smaller than you kissing me?” she muttered, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.

“Shut up. Just do me a favor—take a deep breath. In and out.”

Your eyes followed the rise and fall of her chest, so close that her breath fanned against your skin. “You feeling okay enough to keep going, or are you planning to suck my lips off my face first?”

Abby huffed a quiet laugh. “Not my fault you taste good.”

“Oh? That right?” you teased. “Then tell me what you want.” She hesitated, shifting slightly under your gaze. “Don’t get shy on me now, c’mon—it’s just us.”

A beat passed, pools of blue locked onto yours. “I want you to touch me.” a little rushed, like she’d forced the words out before she could second-guess them. Then, quieter—“Please.”

“Good, that’s a start.” You nodded. “Now tell me where.”

She swallowed, jaw tightening for a second. “I-Shouldn’t I be…?” She trailed off, tilting her head to expose her neck without finishing the thought.

“Uht uht, don’t worry about me right now.” You pressed a lingering kiss to the pulse point at her neck, and her breath hitched—followed by a sharp exhale through her nose. “Oh, you liked that, huh?”

Her hands finally lifted, gripping the fabric of your shirt like she needed something to hold onto. “Yeah… do that again”

She shivered at the touch, her eyes slipping closed. Each kiss was slow, teasing, drawing out that shiver, that soft gasp of your name. Her fingers pressed into your back, nails leaving faint red lines against your skin through the thin material.

“Yeah.” She breathed out. “Just like that.”

You smiled against her skin as you traveled south, kissing along the rim of her shoulder, gently pulling her head to the side to give yourself more room. “You’re so vocal, Abs.”

She sighed, her head lolling to the side, offering herself up more. The grip on your shirt loosened as her breathing quickened just the slightest. With her head tilted, a soft mewl escaped her parted lips—a reaction to the tender kisses that made their way across her skin.

“It’s your fault,” she murmured. You giggled at her retort, hands finding the hem of her tank top, fingers tracing the fabric. You kissed over her shoulder a few more times before pulling back to look at her.

“You ready for me to take this off, or do you need more time?”

Abby chewed her bottom lip, her gaze flicking down to her tank top and then back up to your face. The flush that dusted her cheeks extended down to her neck, faint red marks from your ministrations littering her skin. She swallowed, eyes lingering on the way your fingers toyed with the fabric, before huffing out a:

“I—uh… yeah, I’m ready.”

“You sure? I’m going at your pace, no rushing needed.”

You asked for confirmation, thumbs stroking the skin of her abdomen under the fabric gently.

She inhaled sharply at the gentle touch, her mind clouded by the way your thumbs swiped across her skin. It was hard to form coherent thoughts while your touch burned with the promise of something more.

“I’m sure,” she murmured, her voice just loud enough for you to hear. “Wanna feel your hands on me.”

“Okay, lift your arms for me.”You scooted closer to her, gently lifting the hem of her tank top.

She obliged with a small nod, raising her arms in the air. The motion caused the fabric to ride up, revealing a sliver of her toned stomach. Her breath hitched as the tank top cleared her head, leaving her exposed—chest and torso bare, save for a few freckles and moles that dotted her skin like constellations.

You trailed a finger down her shoulder to her arm, keeping your gaze on her face.

“You’re so pretty, look at you.” You smiled, scanning over her torso momentarily.

“Shut up.” Even though there was no real bite behind it, she shifted slightly, trying to hide the way her chest rose and fell with her shallow breaths. Pinkish nipples pebbling as the cool air passed them.

You laughed.��Don’t be embarrassed—look, I’ll take mine off too. That better?”

She took a deep breath, trying to regain her composure with little success. Seeing you strip too? Yeah, that sounded better. Her gaze raked over you, taking in every inch of exposed skin as you removed your shirt.

“Yeah,” she breathed out. “That’s better.”

Her gaze wandered shamelessly over your body, taking in the sight of your exposed shoulders, the way your bralette hugged your chest. Her gaze lingered there a moment before drifting up to your face—eyes, nose, lips. She nodded, words failing her at first as she tried to regain her composure.

You hummed in reply, trailing your hands to her collarbone, gently moving down to her breast, cupping the warm skin. “How does that feel?”

She let out a soft moan as your hands needed, the warmth of your touch. Her back arched involuntarily against your hands, trying to press herself closer.

“God. That feels…” She huffed out, struggling to find the words. “So, so good.”

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Thankfully once she was more relaxed, her thighs instinctively parting a bit as your hands continued their way up her legs. The gentle touch had her squirming gently, trying to get closer. Trimmed blonde happy trail leading to her oozing folds. arousal dripping down to her anus.

“H-hah—” abby’s eyes fluttering shut at the contact of your lips on her lower abdomen, her back sinking deeper into the couch. Her soaked through boxers somewhere lost on the floorboards. Glistening skin, slowly coming into view as you grew closer.

“Still okay?” You asked, between kisses.

Half-lidded eyes met yours, watching as you trailed lower, teasingly slow. She could only manage a nod, anticipation buzzing through her body.

“Use your words.” looking up at her through your lashes.

Her breath hitched. “Mhm… still okay.”

“Gonna start now”

A sharp exhale, fingers curling into the cushion beneath her. “God, please—” The words broke into a sucked-in breath the second your lips made contact where she needed you most. The feeling was new, almost overwhelming. Her fingers threaded themselves into your hair, tightening with each flick of your tongue.

Her muscles flexed with every breath as they grew heavier. She was wound so tight, every nerve alight, and god, if you could just stay right there—

She gasped, one hand gripping the side of the sofa. It wasn’t hard to find her clit, but she was still only partly spread out, hips shifting like she was chasing something just out of reach.

You’d glance up occasionally, feeling your own wave of heat pass through you at the sight. Her face was contorted in pleasure, her full-blown whines ringing out. Eating your roommate out after a semi-awkward encounter wasn’t on the agenda for the night, but the movie was now long forgotten.

“Please, d-don’t stop.” Her plea wasn’t louder than a whisper, eyes squeezing shut as you continued your ministrations on her sodden core.

If reducing a woman who could bench press you without breaking a sweat to a whimpering mess was a kink? You definitely just discovered it.

Air wasn’t an option when her hips kept jerking up involuntarily, seeking you—your tongue, her orgasm, everything. She let herself revel in the selfish need teetering on the edge, chasing it, desperate.

Soft breaths came in ragged gasps. “Don’t stop. God, don’t stop—” The white-hot pleasure you were giving her consumed every thought. Abby—composed, polite Abby? She couldn’t think. Nope. Couldn’t form a single coherent thought except please.

She chanted it over and over until she couldn’t hold back anymore. The pressure in her gut snapped, sending a rush of euphoria crashing over her like a tidal wave. Her back arched, fingers tightening in your hair—a full-blown tug—as her climax tore through her.

“F-fuck—” she choked out, voice breaking as she rode it out.

You soothed her, voice gentle. “I got you.”

The death grip on the couch and your hair finally loosened, her body still trembling under you, breathless in the aftermath. A sheen of sweat beaded down her caved-in abdomen as she tried to catch her breath.

“Jesus Christ,” she gasped finally, dazed. Her eyes stuck on the ceiling.

And all you could think as you rubbed her thigh gently was—

If reducing a woman who could bench press you without breaking a sweat to a whimpering mess was a kink? You definitely just discovered it.

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[imreidswifey]

Hey!

Me again. Just read your adoption fic and it was so cute, made me cry. Was wondering if you’d do something where reader is a single mom and has been dating Spencer for a while and her child calls Spencer dad for the first time?

Obviously if you’re tired of kid related fics you can ignore this but would really love if you write this!!

𝐀 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠

Spencer Reid x reader fanfiction

w/c: 900

a/n: omg, I love these types of prompts they're just the cutest things in the world. Sorry it took me so long, I've been sick for the last three days. 🥲

Spencer had never considered himself a father before. He had entertained the abstract notion, of course—had thought, in passing, of tiny fingers curling around his, of bedtime stories read in soft, sleepy murmurs. But it had always been theoretical, a distant dream tucked away between the pages of his books.

And then he met you.

You and your little girl, Ella.

She had been three when he entered your life, her wispy curls bouncing as she clung to your leg, watching him with wide, suspicious eyes. Spencer had been terrified—of saying the wrong thing, of stepping too close, of scaring her away before he even had a chance to know her. But over time, the walls came down, brick by careful brick. She learned that he would always kneel to tie her shoes, that he would carry her on his shoulders when her legs got tired, that he always had a fact ready to make her laugh.

Now, two years later, at five years old, she had wormed her way so deeply into his heart that he couldn’t imagine life without her.

And yet, as much as he loved her, as much as he loved you, he never assumed. Never dared to hope that she might see him as something more than “Mommy’s Spencer.”

Until today.

—

It had been an exhausting day.

Spencer had the morning off and spent it with Ella while you handled a work meeting. It wasn’t the first time he had taken care of her alone—he had done everything from helping with kindergarten homework to mediating princess tea party disputes—but today had been particularly long. A visit to the park, a messy attempt at baking cookies, and at least a dozen renditions of “Let It Go” later, she was finally winding down for the night.

He sat beside her on her small pink bed, adjusting her blanket.

“Comfy?” he asked.

Ella nodded, yawning as she hugged her stuffed rabbit.

“You’re the best, Daddy,” she mumbled sleepily, her voice barely above a whisper.

Spencer froze.

His breath caught, his heart stuttering in his chest. He must have misheard. He had to have misheard. But then, just as he was about to ask, she nuzzled further into her pillow and sighed, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

Daddy.

She had called him Daddy.

Something inside him shattered and mended all at once.

He blinked rapidly, swallowing the lump in his throat as he smoothed a hand over her curls. “Goodnight, Ella,” he whispered, voice unsteady.

She didn’t answer. Already lost in sleep.

Spencer sat there for a long time, staring at her peaceful little face, feeling the weight of that single word wrap around his heart and settle there.

—

He found you in the kitchen, washing dishes. You turned when he entered, instantly picking up on the dazed look on his face.

“Spence? What’s wrong?”

He shook his head, breathless. “She… she called me Daddy.”

Your hands stilled. For a moment, neither of you spoke. Then, slowly, a smile broke across your lips.

“She did?”

He nodded, still struggling to process it. “Just now. I—I don’t even think she realized she said it. It just… came out.”

You set the dish towel aside, stepping closer. “Spence,” you murmured, reaching up to cup his cheek. “Of course, she sees you as her dad. You’ve been there for her. You love her. And she loves you.”

He let out a shaky breath, leaning into your touch. “I just didn’t want to assume. I didn’t want to—”

“You didn’t assume,” you cut in gently. “She told you herself.”

His arms wrapped around your waist, holding you close. You could feel how overwhelmed he was, how much this meant to him.

“You’re her dad, Spencer,” you whispered against his temple. “And I think you always have been.”

Tears welled in his eyes, but for the first time in a long time, they weren’t from sadness or grief. They were from something infinitely warmer.

Something called home.

[beforetimes]

Okay listen.

Listen.

Hear me out.

Your Shizun!Luo Binghe AU where he and Shen Yuan "switched roles". But acctualy it's an AU of your AU where it was still SY who died for LBH. With basically the whole plant-body thing still happening tho.

Imagine the angst.

ouhhh i do see the vision... logistically there would be a lot going on! like!!!

one ) the issue of the plant body. i don't think it would work in this au, unfortunately. i think i recall the plant body deteriorating when in contact with demonic cultivation/energy. so unfortunately it wouldn't work out long-term for shen yuan D: maybe instead of that, it would be more of a situation where? shen yuan's half-demon body was torn apart to such a degree that it seemed as though things were hopeless and he was dead. but piece by piece, bit by bit, his body dragged itself back and stitched itself together again. if you are catching my drift.

i think that this sort of scenario would give the story enough time between his death in jinlan and his eventual return!

two ) in canon, it's luo binghe having an awful time because of xin mo before shen yuan stepped in and died. here, though? i don't see a reason for luo binghe to be having one of those fits. at least not to the intensity where it'd tear someone apart and self-sacrifice was the only option. maybe we can still go with the idea of shen yuan being the one freaking out, losing it under the influence of xin mo, before luo binghe tries to step in to help.

and it's his shizun stepping in to help that really snaps him out of it! and doesn't necessarily stop the disaster in its tracks, but makes shen yuan realize that there's no way that he can let luo binghe be hurt because of him — not after the mess with the water prison (which i haven't said much about yet in any of my posts but! i have ideas!) and decides to take xin mo and turn it on himself, taking himself out of the equation before the sword could even think of touching luo binghe.

which would still lead to the aforementioned scenario of shen yuan's body being torn apart and needing to find its way back to itself. but also leave luo binghe behind.

three ) luo binghe's reaction! first: devastated. deeply irreparably devastated. the first time shen yuan died, luo binghe threw himself into his work and refused to acknowledge it. this time: watching it happen again, so close yet unable to stop it the same exact way it happened the first time—? luo binghe would have to be verbally wrangled down from leaving the sect entirely. i think it'd only be the combined efforts of liu qingge, yue qingyuan, and ming fan that would convince luo binghe to stay on the mountain. but he would absolutely regress back to the depressive state he was in before shen yuan entered the narrative. doubly so, even, when you think about how he didn't even really know things could turn up for him before. now he knows what it feels like to be coaxed out of that dark spot in his mind. and realizes the one person who could do that is gone forever.

liu qingge wouldn't know what to do. he'd try breaking into the bamboo house but all his bravado would quickly dissipate when he went into the dark house. small and silent, somehow feeling claustrophobic when he could recall the open windows and lights flooding the space before. he sees luo binghe, curled under the covers with a blank look in his eyes and his heart aches. tries to coax him out for food, only to get a barely-there, croaked and apathetic reassurance that he was practicing inedia and would like to go into seclusion so could no one bother him please?

and liu qingge would just be. so out of his depth. everyone would be, really. they leave luo binghe alone for the first year, and when he finally comes out around the third, people are careful with him. luo binghe, in the meantime, has decided he needs to find shen yuan a second time. he invites liu qingge to come with him; yue qingyuan tells liu qingge, when he informs him of this, that he can't feed luo binghe's delusions and that he's unwell. but liu qingge just purses his lips and tells him firmly that he's not asking for permission but rather informing him. because he will be going. nothing anyone says will convince luo binghe that shen yuan isn't out there and liu qingge knows deep down that if he doesn't go with him, he will never see luo binghe again.

so they leave cang qiong mountain, chasing ghosts for two years before hearing miraculous news in a tavern somewhere close to home, almost too good to be true, about the ghost of a demon lord wreaking havoc near cang qiong mountain, demanding to see proof that peak lord luo binghe wasn't dead.

edit: or maybe not exactlyyy this ending. i think i underestimate shen yuan's obliviousness. maybe he'd still be trying to get away from luo binghe — either because he thinks his shizun would kill him or because he thinks luo binghe will somehow get hurt because of him. either way he might also just choose to! stay as far away as possible. only to eventually get caught out by luo binghe and liu qingge endlessly chasing him down to find him again. shrug. i like the idea of shen yuan terrorizing cang qiong mountain a-la-hua cheng for a while to get his shizun back though lmfao

masterpost

[pedripics]

Pedri: "Treble? We have to think big"

RAC1 (March 18, 2025)

About the game against Atlético Madrid

"When you're 2-0 down, it's hard to think about a comeback, but we knew we'd have chances. We are always a team that team that creates a lot of chances and well, why not? Lewandowski's goal was very quick and it was a great result for us." "It's nice to win with a remontada, but I prefer to do it in a more relaxed way (laughs). We're a team that believes in its abilities and creates a lot of chances. Regardless of what happens, whether we're playing with one less player or losing, we always try to give our all." "I think the confidence that we have right now in ourselves outweighs everything else. Whatever happens in the game, whatever opponent comes. We are confident that we can win."

About a potential treble and playing against Dortmund

"Yes, why not? Right now we are alive in all three competitions so why not? Well, dream big. I think it's the best we can do, we are young and we have the ambition to win many titles." "Well, yes, the UCL trophy is one of those that I am missing, so yes, I would be very excited, especially because Barça have not won one for a long time." "Dortmund is a team that we have already played against, a strong team. It's clear that it won't be easy, it's a Champions League quarterfinal, they won't give you anything for free, but I have a lot of confidence in the team, that we will put in a good performance and qualify for the next round."

About the National Team and the World Cup

"It's difficult because you're very focused on titles with Barça, but when you arrive here, you get in tune with the national team, there are two very important matches and we have to get through to the next round." "Now it's different because winning titles gives you confidence. I think when we came here, a lot of people didn't trust us. Now the rivals and the people see us much more differently. Well, I think that winning titles also gives you a lot of confidence to face the following championships. And, well, we want to keep winning." "People focus on the big titles, but within the group we're clear that the Nations League is coming up. We already won it, let's repeat it. Of course, your mind is focused on the World Cup, but now it's time to focus on the Nations League."

Quick question are you tired? - "Right now, no." (laughs)

About his personal level and injuries

"I've worked hard to be at a good level of fitness. Now I enjoy playing football, something that I love doing the most." "I haven't changed anything about my diet. The way I train, yes. I don't lift weights now; I stretch and work more with resistance bands. Personally, it suits me better and it's one of the ways I've found to feel good. Physically, the body also evolves over the years. You change a lot of things to find the right ones, to find the key for your injuries and to change things around. And well, once you change a couple of things, you start to feel good." "I am not really afraid of injuries. I'm very confident that I'm not. Injuries can always happen, injuries are a part of football, but well, I feel very good and I see them as a thing of the past." "I think it's one of the best moments because of the confidence I have, the trust they give me and what I'm enjoying." "I notice that playing regularly helps me. When I take a week off or have more days between games, I feel more tired. Well, these are things that I didn't understand at the beginning, because well, normally they tell you that when you have to recover, you have to stop training and moving but well, my body is different like that."

About his dad

"Yes, he always did when he was little. It's something that always stuck with me whenever I came out of a youth game or whatever it was, he would always say to me, well, when the day doesn't go well, because there are days when you don't have good control, when you don't have a good day with the ball, at least run for the team."

About the affection from the fans

"I feel a lot of love from the fans. When I'm on the pitch, it's very nice to hear the fans chanting my name, and I try to repay that love through my performances in matches."

About his first season

"No, I don't forget it. Because, well, it was a year that marked me a lot. I came from Las Palmas and, well, I didn't know if I was going to stay in the first team. Well, it was a year that I wanted to consolidate myself and, well, I think it was a spectacular year. It's true that I played a lot of games and I enjoyed it a lot and, well, I learned a lot."

About seeing Koeman and Frenkie

"I'm really looking forward to seeing him. He was the one who gave me the opportunity to be at Barça, to stay there and he trusted me to play a lot of matches. And well, as I've said many times, I'm very grateful." "The story about him not recognizing me is true. It was in a restaurant next to the hotel, and I went to talk to him and he was a bit like 'Who is this?' (laughs). He was left wondering who I was. He told me he hadn't seen me much and that I had to prove my worth in training and the matches we were going to play. I perfectly remember the day he told me I was staying with the first team. When I walked into the office, I was freaking out, thinking, 'I'll go home or I'll stay.' I thought it was going to be the first, but well, it turned out to be the latter. It's been five years now. Yeah, it seems like it was yesterday, but it's true that I've been here for a while and well, it's passed fast for me, but at the same time good, I think I've learned from all the moments I've had to live through and well, I've taken that experience for what comes next." "I'm looking forward to seeing Frenkie too. He was not able to play the last game, because he was sick. But well, he's a spectacular player. It's going to be complicated to stop him, but we'll try to stop him in the best way possible."

About Frenkie and Casadó

"Frenkie is an amazing player. When he has the ball, I feel very comfortable because I know he won't lose it. We always look for each other. And well, those conditions that characterize him to break lines are a spectacle and well, I think he's a world star player." "Frenkie or Casadó? Well, we've got them both so I will take them both. Honestly, I feel very comfortable with both. They each have a different style of play. Casadó is more positional and defensive, while Frenkie contributes a lot with the ball and breaks lines. I think they are two players you can rely on, one or the other, depending on the quality of the match." "Casadó's injury is a pity because it's a season that has been making a big difference for him. It's an important season for him, he has exploded in an incredible way. I don't think anyone expected him to explode like that, and well, we send him all our strength, affection, and well, we will look after him so that he can come back as good and soon as possible."

About Iñigo

"I also wish him well. I think he is a great player. The captain of the defense this year, the one in charge of the line. He gives us a lot. He is a great player and he's playing at a spectacular level." "When there is an injury and it's not as bad, they always say that he doesn't want to come but it's not like that. It's a good thing that he said stop, right? What is not normal is to take a risk and have an injury and miss the whole season. People really don't know many times and well, they give their opinion without knowing anything. Getting injured in the last game before the camp is a shame, but sadly that's sometimes football, after all, football is a contact game, there are injuries and well, it can happen."

About Dani Olmo

"I remember at the European Championship when they said we couldn't play together, that we didn't have a good relationship... we laughed a lot because we have an excellent relationship and are always together. I always tell him that I think that nobody, or almost nobody, turns between the lines as well as he does. I really enjoy playing with him. His first touch is amazing, and he brings us quality, he scores goals, and he provides assists."

About the rumours about his private life

"When you have a lot of injuries, psychologically it affects you, above all, because of what people say, the criticisms, they always come and say that you party, that you don't take care of yourself but above all it affects not being able to be with the team, not being able to play. At the end of the day, you're a footballer and all you want to do is play football and when you can't, it's very complicated. I always say, if they came to my house and would stay with me all day, they would be very bored and it would be very different to what they think of me. When they spread lies, the only thing you can do is work and try to shut up mouths in the future."

About Nilo

"Nilo is good. He is young and rambunctious all day long. But he is very well behaved."

About Ferran

"It's difficult to tell someone that they are a substitute. It's true that at this stage, now he's having to come on as a substitute because, well, the top three are like they are, they're like planes, but he's a player, who, both when he comes on as a substitute or when he plays as a starter, like against Valencia, who is spectacular. I think he is a player who is marvellous in that space. He scores goals, no matter how much they say he misses chances, and he puts pressure on others. He's a spectacular player. I have a great relationship with him."

About the trident

"Now they're flying. Lamine is a difference-maker. He can dribbles it like it's nothing, and well, they said he didn't score goals. Now this weekend, they can't say that anymore. Lewandowski is one of the best finishers in history and it's incredible to have him, and Rapha... he is doing everything right now. Goals, assist, pressing... he is marvellous. He's the one who's surprised me the most with his performance, and he deserves it for the work he puts in. When he was criticised I saw him in training, how he ran, how he battled, he was incredible. He is unbelievable. As a captain, he's all heart. Always eager to work, to win, to fight. When you see someone giving it their all like that, it rubs off on you, and that's very good."

About his relationship with Xavi

"Nobody spoke to me about wanting to sell me, I was clear that the injuries were just a temporary situation and that I wanted to stay. I have a good relationship with Xavi, they always say I throw sticks at him in the press and it's a lie, I have a good relationship with him, I have nothing against him. When you say that we train differently now, everyone says it's to sink or crush Xavi's work, and that's not the case."

About Flick

"Physically, we're flying, we press for the entire 90 minutes, and we keep a very high defensive line." "When he needs to be serious, he is. And when he needs to joke around, he's the first. He's very attentive to those who aren't playing. He's a very approachable person. He always tries to be with us and help us with everything."

About the Ballon d'Or

"It's great to be appreciated, it's nice when they value your work. But I prefer to win titles with the team, and if that happens, even better. It would already be a dream to be among the nominees." "I was very happy for Rodri, the truth, because well, he is a player, a defensive midfielder A lot of people don't see it, but I think he's a key player and well, it's showing at City."

They surprised him with a video from Pepe Mel (his coach at Las Palmas)

Pepe Mel: "Hi Pedri, it's Pepe. I wanted to tell you that it is very important to me that all the qualities and the abilities and the future that I perceived in you in 2019, well, they have come true. You have confirmed each one of them. And well, that's something very, very important for a coach who takes the risk of putting a 16-year-old in professional football. The truth is that this bet came out a winner and you have confirmed everything, everything I saw in you and as I told you at the Almeria Barça game the last time we met. Keep enjoying the ball, keep enjoying football, because you can see when you are at ease on the pitch and when you enjoy it you make everyone fall in love with football. I think you have a long way to go, you have not reached your ceiling and I am sure I will see you with a Golden Ball. It will be magnificent. For Spanish football, for your club and, of course, for all of us who love you. A big hug and take care of yourself."

"Pepe is a very good coach. I think he's one of the most important coaches I've had in my career. He's the one who, when I was a kid, when I was absolutely nobody, bet on me and I'm very fond of him. And well, he says he got everything right, I hope he gets it right with the Ballon d'Or as well (laughs). The truth is that I'm very thankful to him, for how he trusted me and for everything he gave me."

About a potential El Clásico UCL final

"Well, yes, because it would mean that we have reached the final, so yes, it is clear that I would sign that today." "No, why should I be afraid? I think you shouldn't be afraid of anyone. I would sign to be in a Champions League final every day."

About the rescheduled Osasuna match

"The truth is that it's a little weird. I didn't know that they were going to schedule that game on that day but hey... I don't understand it because, well, Madrid already complained that they don't play with less than 72 hours rest and well, I think the league, it's true that we don't have many dates to put it on, but well, not having those two players I think it hurts us a bit and well, let's see what happens."

They had another surprise video for Pedri

PEDRO: "Hey. What's up, buddy? From here I wish you all the best. Tell you what you already know, that you are a great example for many sportsmen. May you continue your career in this way, you are doing very well. It is a pleasure and a privilege for all of us, the Canary Islanders in particular and in general for the whole world, the athletes, as I said before, for the children and, well, for all the athletes of our country, that you represent us in this way as you do and I hope you achieve many successes as you have already done. May there be many more to come. You are having a great season, a great level in both Barça and the national team and that you can, as I said, culminate it at the end of the year by winning an important title, whether it's the league, or the Champions League. I hope so. And, well, also with the national team that is just around the corner for the World Cup, which is a spectacular event. And well, I hope you continue enjoying it a lot in the best team in the world, Barça, and that you continue to make all of us fans, who follow you from outside, who watch you, enjoy it. May you continue to work in the same way, with the same behaviour and the same attitude. I send you a big hug and I hope, like I said, that you achieve all the successes that you set out to achieve, that you continue to fulfil your dreams in the best possible way and that it is a pleasure to see you play and that you make us enjoy a lot, ok? A big hug friend. Bye."

Pedri: "Yes, well, he's a player that I always loved when I was little because of how he gave his all, for the team, for how he scored. I think he was a lightning bolt on the pitch and, well, I'm proud to be a Canary Islander and it's nice that he dedicates those words to me. I have a good relationship with him, the times I've met him I've laughed a lot, he's a very cheerful guy. And well, I would like to thank him. Thank you for your words and well, let's go for it all as he said."

Note from the journalists after Pedri left: "Pedri is a 10. As a player and as an interviewee and person" ❤️

[aziraphales-library]

I'm looking for something romantic, sweet, lots of fluffy stuff please. I just want our boys happy and in love!

Not overly fussed on smutt but I'm fine with a bit of it :) (have read all of a court of thorns and roses series)

Our #fluff tag is probably the one with the most amount of posts and a ridiculous number of fics, so jump straight in and it will keep you busy. Here are even more fics to add...

Best Laid Plans by EdosianOrchids901 (T)

Aziraphale and Crowley decide to take a holiday together. Things don't go quite as planned.

The Surprise by Mizmak (T)

Aziraphale asks Crowley to take them for a long drive out of London, but won’t say where—or why—because he wants their destination to be a surprise.

Living Fiction by Sakascal (T)

For two years self-published romance writer Azariah Fell has been coming to this café, three times a week on a schedule. He likes to work there, with easy access to refreshing hot drinks and delicious pastries, and always sits at the same table, directly at the window with the street right in view. And if he is honest, it's the view that he's coming for - but not of the street. Right across the street is the florist shop 'Serpens et Horto', and the proprietor Anthony Crowley keeps drawing his eyes. Azariah regularly finds himself buying plants and flowers at that shop, even though he had known nothing about plants when he first came to this café. So, is it really a surprise when one of the main characters in his latest book has a striking resemblance to Anthony Crowley?

Off Script by AppleSeeds (T)

Crowley is disappointingly aware that there's a certain set of lines one is supposed to recite in different social situations, but when he is reunited with Aziraphale Fell, who he had an enormous crush on back in sixth form, he wants nothing more than to deviate from the script full of mundane pleasantries and enjoy some meaningful conversations with him about things that really matter. Although, maybe he should just feel grateful that he's able to talk to him at all? After all, his crush certainly hasn't abated over the years, and his feelings for Aziraphale are only growing stronger.

Putting the "Bet" in "Betrothed" by The_Rogue_Bard (T)

Aziraphale and Crowley make a bet on who can live “like a human” the longest. Apparently that includes dating - how convenient for the both of them! If only they had paid any attention to how humans live! But what can you do when, for the past 6000 years, you only had eyes for each other? Meanwhile, the actual humans around our lovebirds are torn between having to suffer through their shenanigans and enjoying the absurd romcom that is unfolding in front of them.

Beautiful Things by sunrisesinthesuburbs (M)

Two London snobs (accomplished professionals highly respected in their fields, thank you very much) are forced to stop and reconsider their life and career choices after a horrible summer. Strongly encouraged by their entourage to take a break and reconnect with nature, whatever that means, they find themselves on the same idyllic Scottish island by some strange twist of fate. New neighbours and temporary owners of two nearly identical cottages that are in desperate need of new plumbing and better kitchens, burned out actor Aziraphale and disgraced chef Crowley can’t stop running into each other. Autumn on the Isle of Skye is rainy and lonely, and everyone needs some company. And if the company is so good that parting seems unbearable, it’s just part of the magic of the island, surely. Afterall, they only have one autumn.

- Mod D

[beef-brisket]

Adam: So- I have one guest- who's making GREAT progress! I have... one, two...four workers! It's really looking up!

The large angelic woman in front of him stared, her large, violet coloured LED eyes blown wide. He couldn't read her. That mask was more than annoying, but he wouldn't complain- not out loud anyway.

As the silence dragged on, Adam looked between the woman and the smaller male angel behind her.

He's never dealt with Heaven like this- and he could barely remember their interactions in Eden, so... was this normal.

Lilith: I- oh my father- you can't be serious!

Adam smiled awkwardly: Uh- very serious! I have a whole plan ready, and a three year plan-!

Lilith: Five year plan, you fucking traitor! Five!

Adam jumped, baking away slightly as the angel rose from her seat, her dark purple sings flexed in anger.

Lilith: This-?! This is why I'm wasting my time?! All of this for you of all people? Lieu, remind me to have a go at Michael, this shits ridiculous!

Adam: I- sorry, I didn't mean to offend you! I'm just... trying to find a way to get another way to get around the exterminations! I- don't think mom- Sera- QUEEN Sera was in the right place mentally when she sighed your contract, so-.

Lilith laughed: Oh, so it's our fault?! Listen, "Adam," you should be more thankful for about what we're doing! Heaven is taking care of YOUR mess! That you recreated! Remember?

Adam flinched back. He doesn't remember much about Eden, but he definitely remembers the whole apple thing.

Adam: And I uh... I'm sorry about that-.

Lilith: Sorry? SORRY?! Oh, Adam. When will you learn? Your word doesn't mean shit! Never did, never will. You were made to be cattle! A damn breeding cow! That's it! You aren't anything special. You may claim to be a prince, but that means nothing up here. NOTHING! Now, I don't like my time being wasted, and Adam?

The prince tried not to cry. But as much as he wanted to run out of the room, away from Lilith, he couldn't. He couldn't move.

Lilith: Hell is forever, whether you like it, or not~.

As the angel stood, Adam tried one last time to get Lilith to stay and see his side: Wait! Please! I know what I did was wrong-! And I'm so sorry! But I'm trying to make it right!

Lilith glared: Adam-.

Adam: Please, ma'am! Please! I've worked so hard on this, just- give me five more minutes!

Lilith: If you don't fuck up, I'll-!

Adam: I promise, Lilith! This will work, I'm cleaning up my mess! Making it right! I just need one chance-!

Lilith: THAT'S IT! I'm moving the extermination up by six months!

Adam: ...W-What...?

Lilith smirked: That got you to shut up, huh?! I'm gonna come down there with all of my bad ass boys here, amd fuck your shit up! Starting with your fucking hotel!

Adam: I-I- you c-cant-.

Lilith: Oh, I can. And I did~. Later, loser!

In a flash of light, the two angels were gone.

Adam sat in silence for so long. It felt like a dream. Every second of it. He hated that every time he tried to fix things, he'd just make it worse.

Looking down at his plans for the hotel, all he sees is a failure. A waste of time. Everything his mother ever said about it... she was right. They all were.

There's no way to fix his mistakes...

Love You More Than Anything

@beef-brisket

In the beginning there was the Garden of Eden that housed the first humans, Adam and Lilith. They were each other's equals and meant to be each other's spouses.

But they did love each other and Lilith wanted to control Adam. Upset he fled the garden to be alone and figure out what he really wanted.

That's when he met the Seraphim Angel, Sera. She was intrigued by the strong willed human and had come to care for him like a mother would a child. She cared for him and taught him things but there was only so much he could understand.

Wanting more for the man she considered a son, Sera plucked an apple from the tree of knowledge to give him the forbidden fruit.

But things went so wrong so fast, Lilith and her new husband Evan were also given the fruit and this brought sin to the earth.

For ruining humanity Sera and Adam were cast out of the garden into the darkest depths of the Earth, where they could only see the worst humanity had to offer and never seeing the good.

Knowing she made an unforgivable mistake, Sera became deeply depressed.

Adam became determined to find a way to help make things better, not just for Hell but for his mama too.

-

It was extermination day and Adam, the prince of Hell always went out afterwards to survey the damage. Most people never took his help, telling him to fuck off, but he still offered it.

Adam sighed: Might as well head back.

He decided to take a short cut through an alleyway and that was when he saw him.

A blonde haired man was leaning against the dumpster clearly hurt and even though he clearly needed help Adam couldn't help but notice how handsome he was.

Adam went over: Are you okay? Do you want some help?

Lucifer opened his eyes and if it hadn't of been for the black and gold horns coming from brunette locks, he would have sworn he saw an angel.

Lucifer: Please.... I'm hurt....

Adam wrapped a head wound and helped him up: My name's Adam.

Lucifer smiled: Lucifer, it's nice to meet you..... Thank you.

Adam: You're welcome, let's get you inside. You can stay at my hotel until you're better.

[slavhew]

28/01/2024

stars don't twinkle moon doesn't shine

big thanks to @nahrgles for finishing this for me after i hit a wall with colors bg and effects- chromatic aberration blew my fkn mind

pre edit transparent version under cut because i spent too much time cleaning it loll

[sysig]

2024 Art Purge (Part 1)

Original Edition again! Another year of too many doodles between original and fanart that didn’t make the full cut over the course of the year - off we go!

I made some concept art for smol early in the year of a mushroom girl she had a dream about a while ago that she wanted to try making as a low-poly model sometime. Pretty sure we've narrowed it down to the original DS-era style of 3D models

And so some angular low-poly style doodles were also called for! She's so tiny haha

Around the same time I was thinking about ZEX's “Kissing Strangers” meme, I started considering what Charm's reaction to that one might be - I'm always trying to think of animation memes for her, I'd love to animate her sometime ♥ In the end, it was all a bit too weird! In a way it’s fitting, as the meme is all about Looking and not finding the one you want to kiss til the very end lol, but who would that even be! Who would Charm Want to kiss, I don't know...

[Purple Text] only got a very little bit of screentime this year, but they're just as weird and possessive as ever - once, forever and always, at least according to how they see things

Smol and I tried out a few different creative games over the course of the year - my favourite probably being the Crossover Wheel where we each put in our list of fandoms, including ones we share, and then imagine what a crossover would be like haha. House Hunted is one of hers, and she tossed the idea my way of looking at Zillow Listings (specifically this group) and imagining them as Realtors! I got the Sunflower House - you'll know it when you see it haha

Bit of a random one, but I thought the sheep from this little scene was hecka cute and needed to study her. Good shapes! Very adorable! I like her covered eyes quite a lot, and her spindly little legs, funny to me hehe

I also wanted to study her "Leg of Lamb" posing - can you tell this is memory vs. references lol. S'why references are so important! The original's delicate posing is very lovely! The soft positioning of her knees and ankles and the way she's fully reaching across herself with those fluffy "sleeves" are probably my favourite parts, it's a good pose!

Haven't done any Halfway Autumn concept art in a while-while, so why not come back with Diana's bathroom lol. Still a bit of work to be done, moving the door is probably the biggest point - having the leftmost wall lined with counter space is clearly the correct play here. I really like the shapes that naturally occur from isometric, like the way the shower curtain rod connects to "nothing" but it still reads as stopping at the wall! :D

All of this floorplanning just for some flavourtext about Diana's preferred style of hand soap haha. Foaming soap dispensers are the best! Makes everything much much clearer, definitely not just because I prefer it, it's totally objective! Haha

More bathroom flavourtext, either at the schoolhouse or the train station, or both! Since so much of the game is centered around Diana's needs, little things like what soap she uses actually impact the game! I wish something so simple wouldn't affect my day, but sensory needs are called needs for a reason :P

Started a Charm comic that unfortunately only got as far as the first panel haha - she's taking a class! Off to improve her skills at something in a group environment! Good for her :)

Or not, the sads are here :'0

Did a bit of Tsumtsum studying while drawing the Helix boys as such haha - I have one of those little Vocaloid not-Tsumtsums (they're only Tsumtsums if they're Disney, right?), and one full-sized Iron Man one that I studied the approximate shapes of the pattern from, they don't Look complex and they're probably not Actually that hard to make but there's still a good bit to them! 3D shapes, I swear

The 4th Wall group! Their poses and expressions changed a bit from start to finish, Cory once again looking at Bar - I don't think he's actually "seen" Bar's new design before this point! :0 They're all generally aware of each other but "actually interacting" is a whole other thing haha

The two stragglers, made Tala way too tiny here haha. And forgot her bow here, no wonder I forgot it for the full version too! Pfbtl, next time :P

A traditional version of the Just Desserts map! :D Made after putting the digital version together, just kind of loosely studied, general shapes good for mapmaking :) I quite enjoy the little mountain texture here over the one from the digital version! S'hard to make nice-looking shapes without my tablet but I really didn't want to use it Just for that haha, so nice shapes here! Gives me DQIX map vibes, just a little bit... All those little islands to sail to haha

Snake, snake, snaaake, it's a snaaaake ♪ Made for smol's Christmas exchange ostensibly, but really more of a spacefiller and to get into the swing of drawing snakes, the cute lads

Ball python in the style of a ball of yarn! I wouldn't mind wrapping up a plush snake, but the way real ball pythons curl up into a ball is too cute haha

Here was the Actual snake I ended up making for smol - as a bookmark! I printed a few different versions, coloured one like this with extra-dark spots for the scales, and glued on a ribbon-tongue, cut down the middle for a forked look! :D She liked it, and I like it! Double victory :)

A little sticker concept while my laptop was out for attempted repairs - can't save 'em all I suppose. I do like that the head mirror is a disc, the stethoscope is a mouse, cute little details even for an unfortunate set of circumstances

[mantisgodsdomain]

How about Scarlet getting transmuted into a bat? 'Tis Vampiric tradition, after all.

Sometimes, people will say that gods are "helpful" and "useful". These people are lying. These people are lying very blatantly, in a very provably wrong way, in a way that you SHOULD correct them on if you catch them with it, because they're MASSIVE LIARS. Incredibly massive liars. Gods do not solve problems, they make problems worse. They just make problems worse in ways that you couldn't have imagined could even happen previously.

As it turns out, silk DOES NOT play well with a barrel bigger than the one it was tailored to, and even if it's decently stretchy, that stuff does not tear. This is very unfortunate if you are, say, turning into a bat thirty times your original size, and it sucks and carries a high risk of breaking ribs. And organs. Ah, well. At least it's... survivable?

(BONUS: "Kindly explain to me how any of this helps, at all. with anything.")

[sskk-manifesto]

Ep 6!!!

[stepfordgoth]

Honestly shout out to anyone who started following me before March 2020 and is still following me to this day, you're the real ones. I just did a bit of thinking and realized that the Covid era really did change/kill/fuck up just about everything for me and put me on a hamster wheel of misery that I'm only now crawling out of. Like obviously I can't blame it all on Covid because lots of things I experienced as part of that hamster wheel were results of my own decision making but honestly when the Covid lockdowns hit I instantly lost my job and also could no longer take my yoga classes multiple times a week..... So not only did I suddenly lose my source of income and the exercise routine that I'd spent years building (which is probably enough to make anyone depressed on its own), I also lost every social outlet with real people off the internet that I had at the time (other than my husband). On top of that, when everything shut down I was already dealing with a "breakup" with my former best friend of a decade that happened two weeks before then (Feb 2020, completely unrelated to Covid), which absolutely broke my heart. So I literally didn't have anyone other than my husband. So when the shutdown hit I felt incredibly lonely and disoriented. And then eventually I started to feel angry. And I think it all snowballed down from there.

My point is, if you've been following me for more than 5 years now you very likely have seen me at my worst and (unless you're hate-following me for some reason lol) I appreciate that you've stuck with me for so long even after watching me spiral into briefly becoming an angry, bitter, fat, day drinking loser bitch. Lol. I'm heading back upwards finally I think. 🩷

[dragons-and-yellow-roses]

Terribly upset that I am willing to put so much love and effort into a relationship and people aren't willing to put in slightly more than the bare minimum for me

[unproduciblesmackdown]

really truly smitten thank you with the way that to me i think bloodsong of love is still absolutely a show within a show, as it was meant to be with a whole second parallel plotline before that was nixed....the way that in the beginning, for outlaw, in the ending, for the friendship song reprise there, in the acto twotro, for last on land, the heart of the heart of this show amidst this trifecta of moments being that heart of the show & this trifecta of moments all featuring All The Characters but not really as The Characters they are within the main plotlines, but rather these other related characters who are all aligned & collaborate in these moments which are voicing what the show is all about. bsol is also clear about the spaghetti western being a Not Totally Literal affect in a world that also has here & there more mundane modern elements / sitcom elements / seemingly completely idiosyncratic elements (though i'm aware if anything is making reference to any actual spaghetti westerns or probably any specific media period it's going over my head) But those are still also part of the storyline, the characters are still the same characters, unlike that Beginning, Last On Land, Ending realm where they aren't quite really, & being Fully Aligned Full Collaborators as they are in those moments also doesn't fit with the characters in that main storyline, but it does fit for characters who are actors within the show essentially putting on bsol as a show within the show & even still emerging at all despite the whole other storyline about them being cut b/c these moments are the most distilled About Art/Show/Theatremaking in the overall show which is what bsol as a whole is all about babeyyy & just as that immediate distilled concept i'm smitten & stricken like oh wowww these actor characters we don't even get to know Are putting on this show & of course real people are real actors acting all these layers of parts together & putting their hearts & blood & whole pussies into it & it does fuck & that's not quite as emotional language about it but i Am moved & Do get weepy & also just blown away like good god have you listened to outlaw? to last on land? to the friendship song finale? oh my lord

[navramanan]

So tired of continuesly feeling this way I keep trying and failing time and time and time again