#its just so i can watch it picture in picture eek

[cameronmitchelljohn]

rewatching rent 2019 cuz i have nothing else to watch

[seeingivy]

method acting asks!

first of all, you guys ate the style chapter so bad EEK im so glad you guys loved it. more where that's coming from! been having the worst week but watching people react as they read has been super fun and I thank you all for that :')

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMM2wqGJV/ oh bestie...oh you're SO RIGHT. like y/n's nickname is princess but I definitely think as time goes on historia fits more of the princess vibe and y/n as the popstar. also some part of their friendship is loosely based on olivia rodrigo and sabrina carpenter, just like solely as vibes so

https://x.com/erjgrs/status/1765732630643851685?s=46&t=Uk-oZnZapecdEA4wRzncKw real. a picture lana would post and the quote tweet would be y/n.

(this isn't a method acting ask but it's eren and legit the only eren thing i've written since july so it counts)

hi!!!! thank you so much for the love :') i'm so excited to share it with everyone!

the opening and ending songs are the same! I make a shinzo sasageyo joke in the next set of tweets....I agree with you, I do think that they would write all the music that was included in the actual show and that certain songs are for ceertain characters

table scenes twitter reactions coming...your wish is my command...

vampire by olivia rodrigo, ding ding! one of my fav songs that I get to include i'm so excited eek. I def think lana would cover the song but I think the main like song she would write about ricky would be something like would've could've should've by taylor swift/goddess by laufey/ or history of man by maisie peters

I hope you have a lovely day too!!!! thank you so much for supporting me :')

I actually considered going with heavenly bodies as the theme for this met gala in the fic (just bc that was litearlly the best met gala) but I ended up deciding against it. but I totally get what you mean,,, they would serve....

also a slight hint, but I did end up giving lana marilyn monroe kim kardashian controversy dress because that is something that lana would do. also in general, lana/clarkson's are based off of kardashians (if you couldn't tell) so....it fit

HARD AGREE. I think whatever they bond over is something that eren just...can't do. like if they're watching a reality tv show and really invested, he'd sit there being like....it's fake just to get mad glares fro zeke/carla/and i'm adding colt to the mix. eren's cool with the kiddos (falco and gabi) but y/ns cool with the big brothers (zeke and colt)

@najaemism omg I'VE ACTUALLY NEVER HEARD THSI SONG BEFORE but actually you're so right. also very mikasa during jeankasa meltdown.....also historia (more on that later)

@leave-rae-alone HI POOKIE! don't worry...I disappear off the face of my blog like every other week. I hope you're doing well and take time to rest!

am I allowed to say megan thee stallion bc I am in love with megan thee stallion? but actually though, I think her style fits the character, she likes anime and this is an anime fanfic, and her using like stuff from tokyo ghoul as references during the nicki drama is actually something that I think y/n would do. also I just love this outfit i would include it as a red carpet outfit or something

hm. there are a few that @/bsenpai and I mention bc we actually talk about method acting everyday like its an illness. I think y/n and eren would do she's the man (that's the movie they've promised ethan cole btw), eren and y/n also do pride and prejudice 2005, I also think she would act as the daughter as interstellar. those are the ones that come to mind rn!

no comment. you did ask this before I posted the chapter tho but you like manifested that one hard so.

LMFAOOOO. wait can I tell you the funniest thing....is that I actually think young gojo in method acting would be like young justin bieber. like i had this thought the other day when i was listening to somebody to love and i was like....ok chill out gojo damn. like I naturally think he would have that charisma and be one of the first people to pop off on youtube....but he would not flop like current justin bieber.

that's all for today. here are the songs + some hints for the next chapter:

see you again by tyler the creator ft. kali uchis, end game by taylor swift, and vampire by olivia rodrigo

an award wrapped in a ribbon

a red lipstick mark

smashing a crown

sukuna splashing a glass of wine in someone's face...soulmateism if you ask me

there are some of these i think you could technically figure out. but oh well, I will see you then!

[bellaniebrambles]

Diary #014

I'm some ones 'pocket' friend. I don't consider myself that small, definitely not in comparison to others. I'm a slightly below average in height, find myself struggling with weight in both gaining too much and then periods of not eating enough.

I was sketching a building Valentine when I was approached. I was busy sketching out a building when this woman just asks 'Will you be my pocket friend?'. I heard this term before, from this very woman. Once while I stood at the saloon I watched this very person make another 'pocket friend'. Sometime ago now…weeks?

In the end, I suppose I made a friend. We'll see. I travel a lot and I often avoid people on purpose… In fact me sketching that very building was me avoiding contact. Just beyond the way was a crowd of people socializing. I wasn't about to walk into that…I'll just draw.

We ended up talking about wild creatures of the world. Dinosaurs that they lied to us are all extinct. Crocodiles still very much roam the swamp and if they aren't a vicious dinosaurs then the books and people lied! I also heard of a horrifying giant snake in that swamp, hells if I want to travel there anymore on my own.

Have you ever heard of a gieraff? Its this wild abomination from Africa! It has long, LONG legs and a LONG neck so it can eat the tops of TREES! Yikes! This man said it was spotted; we assume like those little lizards, and on its head is horns. They run around the flats where this man came from. Creatures as tall as trees?!

My pocket friend tried to draw a picture of it based on the description I was given, by a man who actually lived among these…things! Now just imagine that massive dinosaurs stomping around outside your ranch at night, eating your trees! Red eyes probably…he didn't detail somethings but we can only imagine. Only Satan could have created such a terrifying monster! I hope to never see one. I thought hearing about giant crocodiles and wolves of legendary size was enough to give me nightmares…long legged monsters just grazing in the forests though? No. Absolutely not. I wouldn't travel anymore!

Maybe I'll write a book about all these weird and crazy creatures I hear stories about. 'Little Book of Monsters'. Starting to think maybe these folk tales I love so much are just real…and there really is a man eating revengeful godly bear in the Tall Trees that is unkillable by our modern tools of war. EEK!

[cyber-cinnamonbun]

Eek I’m frustrated I didn’t find your page sooner! Your writing is lovely, and I got an angsty/maybe happy idea in mind? So Y/N and Souichi were friends since elementary, but as they got older Y/N’s family urged her to quit hanging out with someone so odd, so she eventually cut him off even she really didn’t want to and had feelings for him. I was thinking perhaps they run into each other when they’re older? You can write it to be sad or happy, I don’t really mind! I’m just an angsty sap that likes ya boi lmao.

A/N: Thanks for this request friend! Angst isn't my strong suit but I tried my best!

A reunion so bittersweet

  As he watched you walk away he felt his heart shatter, he lost the one thing he cared about, the one thing he had. Even now he couldn't bring himself to hurt you, as he remembered that lock of hair and picture of you he had he just can't curse you, not even a little. After years of feeling that empty hole in his heart he can't bring himself to hate you.. he knows he should but he can't. 

  He wonders what you’d think of him now, a grown man whos running from his abusive monster of a wife and running a haunted house to feed his even more monstrous son. You’d probably laugh, maybe even make fun of him for a little. He wonders how you look now, are you just as pretty as he remembers? Do you have a family now? The thought of you with another man, someone else to love makes him sick.

  He hates when his mind gets wild like this, it's why he can't forget you. He swears he's seen you behind him in the mirror, no matter how far he runs he always hears your voice. He loved your voice before. It never failed to calm him. But now, when he tries to listen it does nothing but make his head hurt and throb in pain.

  “ Tsuji? “, there it is again, your voice makes him tense up but once he sees a hand wave in front of his face he looks up from the ground and goes speechless. There you stand, you look confused at how fearful he looks, it's like he's scared of you. He tries to play it off as his imagination playing tricks on him..but you look so real, it's nothing like the other times hes seen you.

   You reach a hand out to him and he flinches, he hasn't felt the touch of someone else is so long. The only thing touch he remembers is from his wife and... her touches aren't very pleasant. Once he realizes what he's done he watches as you take your hand back, he grabs your wrist in an act of desperation and places your hand on his cheek, leaning into it. Your skin was as smooth as ever.

  He looked up at you and realized how odd this must be, he let go of your hand and stared at you with both surprise and confusion as you place your free hand on his other cheek, holding his face in your warm grasp. You wiped away tears he didn't know fell and smiled, “ Jesus christ, you look like shit Souichi “

  A smile grew on his face as he placed his hands ontop of yours, rubbing the back of your palm with his thumb, “Says you, you look like you got ran over by a car”. He knew he was lying, you looked even better than he thought you would. He swore he felt his chest explode when he heard your laugh, he missed it so much. 

  “ About what I said.. I know it was a while ago but I just- “ “ Its.. its okay “, he cut you off, he knew what you were going to say but he already knew. He knows when your under pressure, hes known you for years. So once you said you no longer want to be friends with him he knew you didn't mean it, the two of you were attached to the hip and you even talked about moving in together when you get older. 

  All he wanted now was to keep you around him for as long as possible, to talk to you, know everything about your current life, maybe even love you. He wants to do all the things he never got to do. And with your sudden appearance, he want going to let this chance slip by.

   “ Do.. do you maybe want to go somewhere? “

@softsouichi you seem to like Adult Souichi, I hope you dont mind me tagging you 🥺👉👈

[theskywaslookingback]

[AO3] - [read the rest of the series here]

Martin has the TV set to a low murmur, letting Bake Off reruns play in the background as he combs his fingers through Gerry’s hair. It’s warm in the flat, the summer worming its way in through the cracks of the place and turning everything hot and tight. The fan is louder than the TV, oscillating back and forth between the two bodies slumped on the sofa and the one on the chair.

Jon grumbles as the movement rustles his papers, his glasses low on his nose and gaze intent on the paper he’s reading.

“You know,” Gerry says from his comfortable position on Martin’s lap, “if you didn’t assign so much work, you wouldn’t have so much to grade.”

Martin pinches Gerry’s ear in admonishment as Jon makes a noise of protest from his comfortable perch on the arm chair. Gerry yelps and then laughs, swatting at Martin’s hand.

“I’m just saying, you do this to yourself.”

“Hush,” Martin says, tugging gently on a lock of black hair, “It’s too hot to deal with you.”

Gerry hums, picking his head up enough to wink at Jon who just sighs in reply. Gerry settles back in and Martin resumes his petting. It’s nice, despite the heat, one of the very few days they have to spend together. Jon had offered to help out with a summer class at the university that had been overbooked and Gerry had recently been promoted to manager at the bar he’d been working for, which was all phenomenal and Martin was so proud of them both, but it left them all with shockingly little time together.

Martin’s thumb strokes down Gerry’s neck, rubbing over an old tattoo of an eye, pressing down slightly at the pupil. Gerry huffs a breath into his lap and turns just enough to look at him. “Hi,” Martin says.

“Hey.” Comes the soft reply, warm and fond.

Martin would very much like to kiss him, but that would require a level of flexibility he’s never possessed, so he settles for bringing his own hand up to his palm and kissing the center of it before setting it back down lightly over Gerry’s mouth. He can feel the smile tugging at Gerry’s lips before his palm is being kissed in return and Martin brings it back up to his mouth. “Tea?” He asks after finishing the ritual.

“Christ,” Jon says, letting his papers and pen fall onto the small table at his side. The pen jumps at the small shock and rolls off onto the floor. “Please? If I don’t take a break I may actually start pulling my hair out.”

“Well we wouldn’t want that.” Martin says.

“Mmm, I don’t know.” Gerry says, tapping his finger to his chin as if in indecision, “Bald can be sexy. I seem to recall a time when you shaved your head and it didn’t look that bad.”

“Oh?” Delight suffuses through Martin like honeyed sunshine, “Now that’s something I would have loved to have seen.”

Gerry’s face lights up and he sits bolt upright. “Wait here a second,” he says before hopping off the couch and bounding toward the bedroom. There’s a loud crack, like the door has banged off a wall, and then the sound of things hitting the floor in a hurry.

Martin looks over at Jon, bewildered, but Jon just gives a helpless shrug, looking just as lost as he feels. He’s about to get up and go see just what the hell Gerry is doing when he comes tearing back into the room, clutching something in his hands.

“Look!” He crows, clearly pleased with himself, and hands out a book to Martin.

It’s not very large, about the size of a standard journal, and bound in worn, brown leather. The front of it is scuffed, the top corner bent inward like it’d been stepped on or stuffed somewhere and left like that for a long time, forgotten. “What is-“

From the chair he hears Jon say, “Is that-“

But Gerry drowns them both out with his plea of, “Open it!”

So Martin does.

Inside the front cover is a mess of pen drawings and doodles. A stylized eye, a moth, an anarchy symbol, a middle finger, half of them overlapping and the lines blurring. There’s a burst of black in the top right, a dark blot like a burst pen. In the center of the mess are big blocky letters, all caps.

PROPERTY OF GERRY KEAY

Below that, in a much smaller font that Martin can only decipher from years of recognition and practice.

and Jon Sims.

Martin looks up at Gerry who just grins and flops back down on the couch next to him, pressing hard up against his side like he’s eager to watch. Martin flips to the next page.

There’s a polaroid taped to the center, two young boys staring up at him with twin grins of mischief and joy. The boy on the left has chestnut brown hair cropped short. His mouth and hands look sticky and stained a bright red, the likely cause of which being the ice lolly stick still clutched in his right hand. The boy on the right is much smaller, with unruly black hair and red stains on his button down shirt and a matching red mouth. At the bottom someone had written in a tight, cursive script ‘Gerard and Jonathan, August 1999.’ Someone had drawn an ice cream van on the bottom of the page. At the top, in Gerry’s capital letter font, were the words PARTNERS IN CRIME.

The following pages are similar, photos taped onto the pages, sometimes overlapping each other. Some were clearly taken by Jon’s grandmother - the two of them dressed in suits for some function, the two of them sitting at a table and studying, the two of them asleep in the backyard. Others were clearly taken by the two themselves - Gerry smoking a cigarette and flipping off the camera, Jon holding a bottle of beer, Jon reaching for the camera and looking angry, Gerry riding a skateboard, Gerry on the ground with his skateboard upside down next to him. Some of them held commentary - WE LOOKED LIKE TWATS we were eleven!, Gerry has never once landed a kick flip HEY!!!!, we stayed up waiting for the meteor shower, BEST MATES FOR LIFE. Even more held doodles - ocean waves crashing against a rock, a pair of doves, zig zag mazes and tic tac toe, a lit cigarette and a bottle of beer.

“Ah-ha!” Gerry exclaims when Martin is more than halfway through the book, jamming his finger down at the picture taped there.

Martin jumps and looks at him.

“I knew it was in here,” Gerry says smugly.

By this point it looked as if Gerry had already started dying his hair black and growing it long, almost past his shoulders. His eyes were rimmed in black eyeliner and he had at least two piercings that Martin knew hadn’t come with parental permission. Next to him was Jon, hair buzzed down to his scalp and scowling impressively at the camera, wearing a too large leather jacket and a t-shirt for a band Martin had never heard of.

“Oh!” Martin says, grinning, “It looks so good!” He looks up to gauge Jon’s reaction, maybe even tease him a bit, but the words die quickly in his throat.

Jon’s looking right at Gerry, his face a mass of emotions that Martin is at a loss to try and describe. His eyes look wet.

“Jon?” Martin asks, concern tugging away his amusement and leaving it raw.

Gerry’s head snaps up, his own smile rapidly disappearing in the weight of Jon’s gaze.

There’s a long moment where none of them say anything and the room is stifling from the heat and tension. Martin looks between the two of them, trying to piece together what on earth could possibly be wrong, but he’s coming up short on pieces to work with.

It seems like forever before Jon finally says, “You kept it?” The tone of his voice is raw and brittle.

Martin very gently closes the book and sets in down on the coffee table.

Gerry’s mouth opens and closes a couple of times, confused noises eeking out like the squeaking of a rusted hinge. He seems almost as lost as Martin is. Finally his words take shape and land on, “Yes? Yeah, of course I did. Why wouldn’t I have?”

Jon’s eyes flicker away, to the oscillating fan and then to the TV kindly asking if they were still watching. He picks at a loose thread on the chair, fingers working anxiously. “I thought…after your mother- after you left- I thought that…”

Gerry’s eyebrows pull together, his lips tipping down into a frown. “What? Did you think I’d thrown it away?”

Jon shrugs, first one shoulder and then the other, like the collapse of a building. “Just kind of...assumed.” His hands were wringing together now, picking at the skin gently and scratching at his wrist. “After the...after the funeral we weren’t really talking, and then you were just...gone. Thought maybe…” Jon shrugs again, this time lower, hunching himself down smaller, “maybe you didn’t want to remember.”

Oh, Martin thought distantly. Gerry’s mother, Mary, had died when he was only 16, apparently by suicide. It had been a sudden, violent thing that had sent Gerry’s childhood spiraling in a direction he couldn’t control. Less than a week from the time his mother had died, Gerry had been uprooted from the home in Bournemouth he’d always lived in and made to move in with a distant relative named Gertrude up in London. He’d barely had time to process any of it, let alone let Jon know what was happening. It was over ten years before they’d seen each other again, and the gap had always been a sore spot for both Jon and Gerry.

Gerry makes a choked noise and crosses the room in quick strides to kneel in front of the chair. He gathers Jon’s hands in his own, cradling them together. “No,” he says, so softly Martin can barely hear him, “Not you.” He brings their hands up so he can kiss the backs of Jon’s hands, brush his lips over the knuckles. “I never wanted to forget you.”

Jon’s breath hitches.

Martin watches Gerry hold Jon’s hands to his face and mumble something that he can’t make out. Jon’s fingers twitch in response and he huffs out a breath. After a moment he gets up and goes into the kitchen to make them all some tea, flicking the switch on the electric kettle and rummaging through the pantry to find the container of lemongrass tea that he knows Jon likes and the mint tea that Gerry prefers. It doesn’t take long, but he likes the ritual of it anyway. He gathers their two mugs in one hand, and his own mug of a spicy black tea in the other and heads back into the sitting room.

Jon has moved over to the couch, tucked under Gerry’s arm with the book in his lap.

Martin smiles and sets their tea down.

When Jon looks up, Martin bends down and kisses his forehead and then grins wider when Jon’s nose and forehead scrunch up.

“Okay?” Martin asks.

Jon waves at him dismissively but makes a grab for his shirt when Martin turns like he’s going to take the chair. “Yes,” he says, exasperated, “come here, please.”

Gerry squishes himself into the corner and pulls Jon closer to make room, so Martin sighs and fits himself in next to them on the sofa. It’s a cramped fit, but ultimately worth it for the way Jon relaxes against him, flipping absently through the book of memories on his lap.

“Gerry had a point, at least.” Martin says.

“Hm?”

“You looked good with a shaved head,” Martin says too lightly, “might be a good summer to try it again.”

Jon’s protests are drowned out by Gerry’s instant and joyous peal of laughter.

Jon says something about ‘nothing being sacred’, the tips of his ears burning, while Martin tries to hide his grin in his cup of tea. He almost succeeds.

[osakaso5]

Haruka Isumi Twelve Hits! Rabbit TV Part 3: A Nice Surprise

Part 1 | Part 2

Haruka Isumi: Hmm... I still haven't heard from them. Today's my birthday and everything...

Haruka Isumi: I even made sure I had nowhere else to be... They're not gonna let my birthday just be over, are they..?

[Doorbell rings]

Haruka Isumi: Oh? Someone's at the door?

Haruka's Grandmother: Haru-chan, could you get that? I've got my hands full here.

Haruka Isumi: Ah, okay.

[Rustle]

Haruka Isumi: Hello, what do you nee... Torao!? And Toma, and Minami! Why are you at my house..?

Torao Mido: We came to pick you up. Get ready.

Haruka Isumi: Huh!? Pick me up..? But why? Where are we going?

Toma Inumaru: It's your birthday! We're gonna take you somewhere great! Ah, but we're not telling you where.

Minami Natsume: You saw through our ruse, so we thought we'd at least let our destination be a surprise.

Minami Natsume: It'll be like a jack-in-a-box. Doesn't that sound fun?

Haruka Isumi: Uh... I'm a little scared of not knowing what to expect...

Minami Natsume: Hee hee. If our plan has your heart racing, then it was worth coming up with.

Toma Inumaru: Tora's brought out the car. It's big and cool, not to mention the seats are super soft!

Toma Inumaru: Also, he drives really smoothly!

Torao Mido: I'm even willing to chauffeur you for a day. Be grateful.

Minami Natsume: Now, hurry. We must leave before your birthday is over.

Haruka Isumi: O-okay..!

- - - -

Torao Mido: We're here.

Haruka Isumi: This is... Panda Nameco Land! We came here on a shoot that one time..!

Toma Inumaru: Yeah. And we had fun back then, but we didn't get to actually go into the park proper, remember?

Toma Inumaru: This time, we'll ride the rides, watch the parade, and enjoy this park to its fullest!

Haruka Isumi: Ah... did you... Bring me here because I said I wanted to go..?

Torao Mido: Yeah. You said you chose the card game over this, right?

Minami Natsume: Since it's a special occcasion, you may have both.

Haruka Isumi: ...It's not like my birthday's THAT special. But...

Haruka Isumi: ...Ehehe! I'll just do as you ask, and have as much fun as I can!

Toma Inumaru: Haha! That's the spirit!

Minami Natsume: There's not much of a crowd today, so we'll be able to get on the rides quickly.

Minami Natsume: Isn't that nice, Isumi-san?

Haruka Isumi: Ah! That means we don't have to wear disguises, either.

Toma Inumaru: Yeah, if anything, we'll stand out more if we're the only ones wearing glasses and masks.

Torao Mido: I suppose we could always put them back on in case it starts to get crowded. 

- - - -

Minami Natsume: The Ferris wheel, go-carts... There's a lot here. Which ride do you want to start with?

Haruka Isumi: Do you even have to ask? The rollercoaster, obviously!

Torao Mido: Yeah, you have fun with that. We'll be down here, taking pictures.

Haruka Isumi: Why are you talking like you're not gonna ride it, too? We're ALL going!

Minami, Toma, & Torao: ...What?

- - - -

Haruka Isumi: Ahaha..! Wheee!!!

Toma Inumaru: Ugh... Waaaaagh!!!

Minami Natsume: Heh.

Torao Mido: Eek..!!!

- - - -

Haruka Isumi: Ahaha..! Ah, that felt great!

Toma Inumaru: T-that sure was a rough ride... How many times did we even fall..?

Torao Mido: ...Urp.

Minami Natsume: Do you enjoy these sorts of thrill rides, Isumi-san?

Haruka Isumi: I guess, at least as of late? Doing that bungee jump kinda made me not fear stuff like this anymore!

Haruka Isumi: Next, we'll go to... Ah! The haunted house!

- - - -

Minami Natsume: The woman who climbed out of that well was very beatiful, with her  long black hair and all. I do wish the blood  had been more realistic, though.

Torao Mido: ...I'm tired...

Toma inumaru: ...I was so scared...

Haruka Isumi: I-I-I-I-I'm... Fine..!

Haruka Isumi: I'm totally fine, but I'm never going near a well again..!

Toma Inumaru: You're the one who wanted to go, but you were the most afraid out of all of us. You were cowering behind Mina all the way to the exit.

Torao Mido: And your legs are still shaking. Why did you want to go into a haunted house if it was that bad for you?

Haruka Isumi: I said I'm fine..! Or at least, I thought I'd be fine with you guys...

Haruka Isumi: ...Not that I'm not fine, though!

Toma Inumaru: Haha, that makes sense! If the four of us are together, we've got nothing to fear!

[Phone rings]

Haruka Isumi: Ah, I got a message... Let's see... From Izumi and Yotsuba? Ah...

Haruka Isumi: "Happy birthday"... "Hbd, Isumin"..!

Haruka Isumi: ...And now a bunch of other people from our class are messaging me, too..!

Haruka Isumi: What gives..? ...Ehehe..!

Minami Natsume: I think we should congratulate you, as well. Happy birthday, Isumi-san.

Torao Mido: Happy birthday, Haruka.

Toma Inumaru: Yeah! Happy birthday! I'm looking forward to your next year with us!

Haruka Isumi: Ah... Yeah. Hehe, thanks!

Haruka Isumi: You know, now that I think about it, it feels kinda weird for  us to celebrate our birthdays together.

Haruka Isumi: Back when we'd just started, I never would've imagined all four of us hanging out in an amusement park together!

Minami Natsume: We were a bit all over the place back then, but not anymore.

Toma Inumaru: Exactly! We've got a shared direction, a shared burden, and a shared stage!

Torao Mido: Right. Even if we are up against a storm. And we're all counting on you, Haruka.

Haruka Isumi: Hmph, you'd better. I could lead you anywhere, even to the deepest pits of Hell!

End of Part 3.

Translator’s notes..? 

next up, Nagi’s Birthday Photobook Rabbit Chats! 

[nicolepascaline]

Claire and Tinsel Masterlist

Whumpmas in July day 12

Only a day late on this one? I'm genuinely shocked. No editing though, eek. Also no masterlist yet, I promise it's coming as soon as I've got time to consolidate all this stuff!

@rosesareviolentlyread @eatyourdamnpears @badluck990 @whumpinggrounds @carnagecardinal

TW: BBU and associated content, infection, wound care, non-consensual undressing (not nsfw)

Tinsel tried to slow his breath as he sat on the edge of the bathtub, facing the sink. This was bad. So bad. On the news there were pictures of the tower they had been staying in, stacks and stacks of beautiful apartments. There were pictures of the millionaire, in the same building, when he was still alive. Before he had been murdered.

Assassinated.

When they had got off the plane and drove out to the cabin Master had locked himself in his room with a few bottles of whiskey, and then it was on to the next job. The next kill. One week. Tinsel bit his hand and swallowed the tightness in his throat.

He'd been trying so hard to be good. Tidying up while Master was out or going over paperwork or shut up in his room, talking on the phone. Making dinner, always asking before using skewers or knives or anything else that seemed dangerous. But he'd dropped the whole pot of noodles in the sink. The boiling water and steam and Tinsels bad hand slipped its grip and it spilled everywhere.

Instinctually he'd pulled away, he hadn't been burned, but Master would take care of that latter, wouldn't he? Maybe that's what he was getting right now, why he had sat Tinsel down in the bathroom and told him to stay. He only had one day left, if he'd been good Master would have--there's no way Master would have forgotten his promise to kill him. But he might see how useful Tinsel could be, how eager to please, how he didn't need any care or attention. Tinsel had even been eating as little as possible, leftovers and scraps that would have ended up in the garbage.

And now it was all over. He'd ruined everything and Master was going to come back and burn him and beat him and maybe decide he didn't deserve to live to the end of the week and--

When the door opened Tinsel flinched and ducked his head.

"Hold out your hand," Master said. It was wrapped in gauze and Master began unwrapping it firmly.

"You've been applying the cream every day as I told you?"

Tinsel nodded. His eyes were squeezed shut, he could take whatever the punishment was but he couldn't look, couldn't bear the anticipation of it. The grip on his hand tightened and turned it over.

"How much have you been putting on?"

As little as possible. Tinsel had to put it on because Master had said to, but if he used too much Master would think he was greedy and useless. And if he ran out then there wouldn't be any relief for the burning throb in his hand.

"Tinsel?"

"Sorry," Tinsel said, "Just a little, hardly any, I'm sorry,"

Master sat on the toilet across from him and shook his head.

"It's going to get infected, this is supposed to help it heal faster. No wonder you dropped the pot, it's a wonder you can hold anything like this."

"I'm sorry," Tinsel repeated, watching the floor tiles. His hand tensed instinctually when it was touched, but it was only Master dabbing it clean with a towelette, hands in a bright blue latex glove.

"It's going to hurt a little, but that can't be helped," Master said. "The blisters look a little less swollen today, you popped this one though,"

With a tremor Tinsel watched the area brushed clean, dead skin clinging to the wound below. Master had said not to burst the blisters, and he'd tried, but they were so sensitive, he must have caught it on something as he was drawing away from the pot.

"It won't happen again," Tinsel said, "Please,"

"It should be fine," Master said, still focused on the hand. For a moment Tinsel thought he was going to pop the rest himself as punishment, but instead, Master picked up the cream and began applying it in a thin, creamy layer like frosting.

"Okay?" Master said. Tinsel nodded, biting back tears. The touch hurt, but the coolness from the paste began soaking into his hand almost immediately. Cool. It might be the closest to painless his hand would feel before the end, and he raised his hand to hide his tears at the thought.

"Tinsel? You doing okay?"

"Yes, sorry, just," Tinsel hesitated to meet Master's eyes. "Thank you."

"It's still warm to the touch, it could be getting infected," Master said. He began rewrapping the hand in fresh gauze, but the pressure wasn't as painful as usual. When Master reached out for Tinsel's head he drew back.

No, no stay still, he thought. But he's going to pull my hair, he'll--

"Either behave or fight back, you can't keep walking this fence," Master said. One hand fisted in his hair to keep Tinsel's head still, and the other, Tinsel flinched but it just moved his bangs out of the way to feel his forehead.

"You've got a fever, but your hand didn't look infected yet. I haven't noticed a runny nose or anything like that," Master said, "Except when you're crying."

Master's eyes wandered down to the neck of Tinsels hoodie. Only the faintest red mark was still visible, along with a yellowed edge of a bruise.

"You've been keeping your other wounds clean as I told you?"

Nodding quickly, Tinsel tried to slow his breath. Was Master going to reopen them? Was he not supposed to be healing this fast? Maybe he'd been eating too much after all and--

"Take the hoodie off,"

Stop thinking about it, Tinsel thought, no, Master must at least be considering keeping him, or else why would he bother bandaging his hand?

Because he said he would, Tinsel thought, and he always keeps his word. And he promised one week.

And he bandaged your hand before he knew there was something else wrong with you.

Everythings wrong with you.

"Tinsel?"

Blinking, Tinsel coughed on his own breath, trying unsuccessfully to get a full one. Hoodie. He had to pull it off. With his good hand, he tried to pull it over his head. It was so soft, and white, with his face buried in it like this everything was light and warm, Tinsel struggled to get another grip and finish pulling it off, until it was only hanging on his arms.

Across the front of his body marks were fading, they hardly hurt anymore. The little throbs and stings that came as he moved hardly counted as pain, he was so thankful for it to be fading and now. . .

Master stood up and moved around him, to see him take it all in.

"What about this?" Master ran his finger along a cut crossing his shoulders and Tinsel jerked forward.

"Well?" Master said. Tinsel didn't know what he was supposed to say, but Master wanted him to say something.

"I--I'm yours to do with as you please," Tinsel said. That was usually a safe bet, at least during training, he glanced up quickly to see if it was right.

"If you couldn't reach it you should have told me," Master said, "Now it's infected."

Tinsel paled. So that was it, he'd disobeyed. Not on purpose but, if he hadn't ruined everything before it was ruined now. He couldn't even take care of himself properly and had hurt himself, his Master's property, and he hadn't even noticed because the warmth and sting and fatigue just felt normal.

"S-sorry," Tinsel said. "Sorry, I'm sorry, I--"

He couldn't stop, he couldn't catch his breath and now he was crying. Gritting his teeth in frustration, Tinsel buried his eyes in his palms. Something soft began making its way across his shoulders, another handful of moist towelettes turning pink and yellow with pus.

"Please, stop," Tinsel said, "I'm sorry, I can't, I can't,"

"It hurts?"

Tinsel shook his head.

"Please, it doesn't matter. I'm, I'll be dead before it causes any problems."

Master looked down on him a moment, lips in a straight line.

"I suppose you're right," He said, and went back to cleaning the gash.

"But--" Tinsel said.

"But I'm an assassin," Master said, "A damn good one. My kills are clean, quick, painless. This--"

He dabbed on something that stung, burning all the way to bone it felt like, and Tinsel screamed

"This would ruin the whole thing. Take two of these, it'll help with the infection. After I apply the ointment and get this covered you can go lay down. On your stomach. Tomorrow make sure to clean your hoodie,"

Tinsel held it close, he hadn't noticed the mess his back had made of the thing. It had been white too, he'd managed to wreck that too.

"Don't start crying now," Master said. "I've got plenty of stuff to get blood out. Might as well know how to use it, I might need your help with it when I get home tomorrow."

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Hello! I was wondering if you could do a Hizaki Shogo X F!reader fic where Hizaki walks into his s/o holding onto a picture frame of them both and singing "Love Like you" and maybe a soft fluffy ending?🥺💕 Reader is usually hyper and happy go lucky but at that moment reader is calm and just so soft that they look at the picture frame with the softest eyes and that makes Hizaki feel warm? Hope you have a Nice Day/Night! Thank you!!

i spy a haizaki fan over here~ okay, i am very very sorry it took very long to get this out, but i hope i wrote him well D: to be honest, he’s the most complicated guy to write for by far and while i dont think its crazy toothrotting fluffy compared to my other scenarios, i hope you enjoy this too!

Haizaki x Reader

Word Count: 1990

Note: swearing, and is a LITTLE BIT risque? i mean, this is haizaki

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You two were only supposed to be friends with benefits.

You definitely weren’t his type. Nope, you definitely weren’t. Not when you endlessly made so much clamoring in the hallways with your friends or bounced around like a kid on sugar. It definitely leaves a sour taste in his mouth when you are a literal carbon-copy of Kise Ryouta, someone who he absolutely despised.

Yet, it’s probably how he can render you to a completely different side of soft whimpers and gasps in every tryst for the past two months that made it all worth the effort of chasing after you. Besides, he knows you reciprocate the same level of desire for him, and it gives him a massive boost of an ego. Especially when you actually use your annoying voice for something more worthwhile than socializing with your classmates… especially when you rasp out his name in desperation in such vulnerable moments. He constantly feeds on your vulnerability like it’s his lifeline, but he will never admit that.

So why is it that he’s so taken aback when he sees, yet, another different side to you, the usual sickenly energetic side he’s secretly grown accustomed to?

“If I could begin to be… half of what you think of me…”

He doesn’t know whether to be disgusted about the fact that he feels bad for intruding on something that feels so intimate and pure or the fact that he’s craving more of this side of you, the side that he’s afraid is all an illusion in his mind that he’s somehow concocted in a fever dream. The gentle lullaby you were humming irritates him all the more, yet he’s glued in his spot, so torn about whether to rudely interrupt you to demand for another escapade or relish in the lulls that is undoubtedly soothing him.

“I could do about anything… I could even learn to love…”

Somehow, the lyrics affected him on a personal level, and he grits his teeth, hating the fact that he relates to it so deeply. Here you are, humming the soft jazz as a smile of absolute adoration spreads across your lips. Lips that he’s all too familiar with yet a complete stranger to. He doesn’t know whether to feel smug or remorse when he sees that you're admiring the selfie you took of the both of you the other day on a whim. Smug because at least he knows you’re completely whipped for him. Remorse… because it almost makes the two of you look like an actual couple… something that he’s not too keen on, yet he’s been toying with that idea recently whenever he meets up with you. It feels so wrong that someone like you is so heavily entangled with someone like him, but he wants to monopolize all of that for himself all the same.

“I always thought I might be bad…

Now I'm sure that it's true…

'Cause I think you're so good…

And I'm nothing like you…”

It was just a song, he knew it, yet it feels like you truly felt that about yourself. He never understood you even after all those times you’ve met up, all those times he’s stripped you to your most defenseless state. He thought he can figure you out like the past girls he’s been with… their games, their desires, their motives. He hates it; your entire being pisses him off and intrigues him all the same, and he wants more of you. He doesn’t understand… don’t you know what he’s capable of doing to you? Have you not heard of what he’s done to others? Why do you still treat him so… normally?

“... I wish that I knew…

What makes you think I'm so special…”

Does he think you’re special? He doesn’t know, but he can admit that you’re the longest fling he’s had so far. He scoffs and spits to ward off a stray thought that crossed his mind, the intrusive thought that you emanate the same inviting warmth like his single mother. The only warmth he’s ever sought out was the body heat of another girl in the heat of passion; such a want of intimate warmth, like the one he was experiencing right now, has always been so foreign and uncomfortable.

“E-Eek!! H-How long have you been here?!” Haizaki snaps out of his thoughts to face a mortified you clutching your phone close to your chest. There was the side of you he’s always known.

“Hah? Do you think so highly of yourself that you think anyone would fucking waste their time to eavesdrop on you?” he sneers, watching you only roll your eyes at him. You only walk closer to him while Haizaki watches your every move like a hawk with his narrow eyes.

“You’re the only one who would spit so damn loudly,” you say. “You really oughta stop doing that. It’s gross.” He only rudely scoffs at you before he turns his back on you.

“I just came to look for you for a quickie,” Haizaki says, licking his thumb like he usually does. “7 p.m. if we’re doing it.”

“Ah, before you leave!” you call out to him. “What do you want for your bento?”

“What.” Haizaki slightly halts in his place before he turns his face to you with a condescending sneer, but you can see the slight confusion swirling in his eyes. “Are you fucking shitting me right now?”

“No, I’m absolutely not!” you loudly huff. “I’m actually serious! You picked such a later time than usual, and I’m not gonna go starve myself just for sex. So do potato wedges sound good?” Haizaki only narrows his eyes at you, wondering why you go through such lengths for such a short-term relationship. He gives a mirthless chuckle.

“Whatever you’re doing won’t make me stick by your side like a loyal dog, I hope you realize that,” he says. “Don’t go crying off when you see me having fun with another girl.” In truth, he hasn’t really thought about flirting off to another female for months since he’s met you, but at least he wants to put it out on the table that if you were indeed looking for something serious… then he wasn’t the right guy for you.

“I know,” you say shrugging casually. “Everyone knows who you are after all. I figured you’d be hungry if I am too.”

“No one’s a glutton like you.”

“Yeah? Well you still find me attractive enough despite that.” You give a satisfied smirk of your own when Haizaki merely turns away to walk. “What, Haizaki? No comeback for this one?”

He stops to give a hard glare. “All your yapping made me not want to fuck you anymore. I’m gonna chill at the arcade.”

“Ooh! Ooh!” you hoot excitedly, stars shining in your eyes. It seems that his other comment completely unphased you. “Let me come too! Please?” Even despite his rebukes, you hold your own against him and even make them backfire against him. Even despite him knowing that he’s a terrible influence, you still shine so brightly.

“... You’re paying for your own tokens. Don’t expect me to give you a single dime.”

“You really think I’m a freeloader?!”

“I might just take some of your coins, too,” he leers, again licking his thumb. “Don’t go crying either if you get left behind like a dolt.”

“If you do that,” you threaten, crossing your arms, “I’m gonna steal your coins too! Plus, you stick out like a sore thumb! I can easily find you anywhere, y’know!”

Haizaki doesn’t bother to reply and keeps on walking further before you gasp and chase after him.

“H-H-Hey!! We’re going now?! I thought we're still meeting at 7?” He merely tunes you out, but you knew he slowed down his pace for you to catch up, albeit slightly. “W-Wait! But like… I won’t have time to make the bento, and—”

“Shut up, (y/n),” he says. “Fast food exists for a reason.” Why would someone like you go through so much effort to make homemade food for someone like him? He feels somewhat better that at least he wouldn’t feel the tiny guilt of taking your bento off your hands. You widen your eyes like you just realized that restaurants existed.

“Oh yeah, huh!”

“You’re paying for your own shit, too.”

“Well, duh!”

Haizaki continues to stroll with his bag slung over his shoulder, not even remotely sparing you a glance, but he knows you’re right behind him when you’re skipping around so excitedly. Was being with him that enjoyable to you? He hasn’t done anything remotely kind to you.

“Hey, hey, Haizaki!” He continues to ignore you. “Doesn’t this feel like a date to you?”

“Keep dreaming, wench.”

“You’re a royal asshole, you know that?” you sigh, still trying to match his stride. Haizaki is very much aware of who he is. What he doesn’t know is why you still keep sticking to him like a remoraid.

“Why are you so annoying?”

Translation: Why are you persistent in being with me?

You seem to know the hidden meaning of his throwaway question, and Haizaki frowns harshly at how sharp you were.

“I don’t know. You’re the more obnoxious person in everyone’s eyes anyways,” you snicker. “Still, don’t you ever get tired of hearing people talk shit about you?”

Translation: Why do you act like this?

“You really know how to get on my nerves. Shut up if you know what’s good for you. I don’t know who’s gonna break it to you, but I’m not the guy who you think so highly of.”

“I never said that about you though,” you frown. “Unless… you really did eavesdrop on me after all?!”

“Tch.” He only walks faster to try to leave you behind, and you immediately run in a panic to catch up.

“Okay, okay! I’m kidding, alright?!” you say, but both of you knew that you were secretly smug about it. He’s starting to regret bringing you along, but deep down, he thinks it’s the best decision he’s made in a long time. Still, he’s more irked when you begin to shamelessly hum the same song, the one you sung moments before, to gleefully tick him off.

Even through his nasty attitude, for the first time, you had a taste of different sides to Haizaki in the arcade. The side of him that genuinely enjoyed being competitive with you during various rounds, even with his usual jeers… the side of him who always puts himself on the outside of the sidewalks when it got dark… the side of him who tried to teach you the workings of some of the games, albeit in a condescending way… the side of him who waited for you to finish your food at the tables, even if he kept making unnecessary comments on your appetite. Haizaki doesn’t know why he’s doing these things… perhaps he wanted to feel what it’s like to be in a committed relationship? Perhaps he wanted another taste of the same feeling he had felt when he first heard you sing?

There was something so innocent about this entire “date,” that both of you couldn’t help but wanted to learn more about each other. For the first time, Haizaki lets his guard down around you, and when he's so entertained in your presence, he suddenly doesn’t care as much about it. Your relationship was far from perfect, but between the two of you being a complete mismatch, there was a spark of something undeniably genuine and pure… the intimate warmth that Haizaki had lacked and craved for so long.

Even just for now… he wants to hold the fantasy of being in a committed relationship with you close to his heart for as long as he can. He sometimes wishes he could hear you sing again, only for him, to feel the gentle lulls again.

[k7l4d4]

Midnight Striga: Fairy Tail/Owl House Cross Fic Episode 5 Part 3

Hello all, here I am, once again, presenting you with more of Midnight Striga. Thank you for your consideration.

Eda grumbled, awkwardly shifting in her seat. The fact that she was stuck here, in this den of propaganda and conformity grated on every fiber of her being. Still, the chance to loot this place after the fact was incredibly enticing, feeling herself grin at the thought. Glancing to the kids next to her, Eda took stock of what Luz had shared about them; the Plant Girl had serious power to her, enough to wipe the floor with full adults if she felt like it, and the Illusion Boy was a genuine prodigy, something rare, much like herself. ‘It made sense they would end up in Luz’s odd gravity,’ she mused. As the lights started to dim, signalling the start, Eda grumbled again, longing for it to end.

Bump strode forth to his place on the terrace, raising a mic to his face. “Ladies and Gentlemen! Witches and demons of all ages!” His voice boomed, echoing across the excited crowd. “It is my pleasure,” ‘Suck it up and think of the funding Bump, think of the funding!’ “To present to you… The Emperor’s Coven!!” With an explosion of fog and light, three Guards sauntered forth, with one even launching themselves into the air for the spectacle. Bump groaned internally at the theatrics, reminding himself once again of the funding this would net him and the school. The crowd roared.

“Now, I must ask you, do you all wish to know what the pinnacle of magic is?” He called out, hamming it up.

“Is it this!?” One of Bump’s students, one of the transfers from Glandus if he recalled correctly, excitedly shouted, before magically enlarging their head, collapsing on another student and prompting chuckles from his group.

“Wow, I have failed you as a principal.” Bump bluntly stated at the off-putting sight, not entirely sure how to process it. Brushing the uncomfortable moment aside, Bump regained his momentum. “No, it stands before you! The Emperor’s Coven possesses the ability to use not one, not two, but ALL Forms of magic!!” He boldly proclaimed, as the guards below unleashed dazzling displays of power. Privately, after his conversation that day of Boscha’s brief rampage, Bump wasn’t too sure about the Emperor’s personal followers being the pinnacle they were described as.

“Whoo! Luz, did you see that!” Gus excitedly yelled, bouncing up and down in his seat.

“Eh.” Luz shrugged her shoulders, before critiquing the group below. “Powerful, but overly flashy, and not particularly quick. Wasteful of energy, and not much technique that I can see. I give it a 6 out of 10.” She clinically listed off, marking each point with a raised finger, raising an extra finger to give the score, resulting in Gus and Willow deflating over her disinterest.

Oblivious to the musings of those who had started the change that was slowly encroaching Bonesburough, and the Isles at large, Bump continued his presentation. “And now, it is my honor to present to you,” and this time he wasn’t just speaking out of his rear, “an individual who stands at the top. You know her,” light and mist pooled around his feet, “you love her,” a massive, translucent raven cawed and swooped down next to him, tucking into itself, “give it up for Emperor’s Coven Head, Lilith Clawthorne!!” The raven burst away, revealing Lilith standing next to him as he quickly stepped back, wearing the traditional cloak of the EC and a stylized mask, black-painted lips quirked up in a smile.

Eda choked on her drink (that she’d stolen), desperately sucking for air. She eeked out a hushed, “Lily?”

“You know her?” Luz asked, Willow and Gus sparing Eda a glance of light concern.

Eda gave a resigned nod. “She’s my sister.” This elicited widened eyes from the three, and Eda just knew they’d be asking questions afterward. Ugh.

Lilith walked up to the front of the terrace, mildly glad for her former principal’s presence and his glowing introduction, she would NEVER admit it aloud but she always gained the worst jitters when it came to public speaking, even if she was skilled in it. She smoothly pulled away her mask, allowing her features to be seen and admired by the crowd. She felt a smug glow of satisfaction over her looks, before focusing on the present situation. “Citizens of the Boiling Isles!!” Her voice boomed, a neat little trick she had learned for just these sorts of situations. “I am proud to stand before you today, humbled by the exaltation you have displayed.” She gave an elaborate bow, prompting a roar of enthusiasm from the crowd. 

“It wasn’t easy to rise as far as I have. I too started from humble beginnings.” This prompted some muttering from the assembled crowd, particularly from those students who were themselves from rather humble backgrounds. “But now, I possess the highest honor of enforcing the Emperor’s will!” An honor that would all be worth it when he saved her sister, her stubborn, arrogant, bleeding-heart sister. “And today, I am pleased to present my protege!” She announced, raising her hand. In a burst of light, there she stood. “Amity Blight!” As the crowd went wild, she allowed her student to bask in it, a smirk playing across her face at the barely hidden giddiness. “She has taken the steps to excel, to ascend to the highest level! Work hard, and the Emperor’s Coven awaits you!” She shouted, slamming her staff down, and with a flash, she and Amity vanished into the depths of the Center, the crowd crowing in delight behind them.

Smirking, she and Amity waltzed into the main area of the center, watching in satisfaction as the excited crowd poured from the stadium area. Turning to her with gleaming eyes, Amity said. “That was amazing Miss Lilith! You were incredible out there.” She said with a grin, before turning serious. “I must ask, when will our next lesson take place?”

Lilith hid a smirk. The girl was eager, ambitious, skilled, and dedicated; even just one of those traits would serve her well in life, but all? She would truly be a monster to contend with as she grew older. She just needed to look into subtlety a bit more. “I believe I can schedule a lesson to take place in a weeks time, sometime around the weekend. If that’s acceptable of course.” She raised an eyebrow. She knew it would be, but politeness and social expectations existed for a reason.

Amity gave a solemn nod. “Of course. I will take my leave.” She said, walking off into the crowd, entering from the area containing those who had not exited the stadium, a smart way to avoid being mobbed by the crowd.

“Take care, Amity Blight.” Lilith murmured. “It would not do for your potential to be cut short.” With her musings over, she wandered into the main body of the Covention, prepared to meet and greet her public. Ah, the sacrifices made for a life such as hers.

Amity wandered through the center, idly taking note of the various Covens that had set up today. None truly interested her, but seeing the dedication on display, the willingness to restrict oneself so deeply in pursuit of one’s personal passions was admirable in its own way. She wondered what path she would’ve taken, had she not been born a Blight; would she still have this intense drive to excel, or would she be content with simpler things? She would never truly know, but it was an interesting thought. Lost in her musings, she was rightfully started when she crashed into someone.

As she fell, Amity caught a glimpse of the person who had also taken a plunge in their collision, and her eyes widened. Chocolaty brown skin. Smooth, swirled brunette hair. A light blue shirt with a stylized picture of a cat, tucked beneath a hybrid vest and jacket of gleaming white with a climbing vine decal. Well worn beige pants, and sporty looking shoes. Wide expressive eyes. And, most telling, rounded ears. In a flash, Amity had essentially memorized her appearance. Now if only she could puzzle out why she had done so…

With a small gasp of slight pain, Amity crashed to the ground, the human girl doing so not a second later. Growling at the discomfort, Amity quickly moved to her feet, wrestling control from her temper before it reacted over an accident. “Oh man, I am so sorry for that.” The human groaned, clambering to her feet. Stretching herself out briefly, the girl gave Amity a discerning look, before familiarity dawned on her. “Oh yeah, you were at the school that day! Amity, right?” She asked, holding out a hand for a shake.

Amity glanced at the hand, and briefly contemplated not shaking, before stifling the impulse, giving the girl a firm grip. “Indeed. I don’t believe we’ve been formally introduced, however.” She said, cocking an eyebrow. She gave a shallow bow. “I am Amity Blight, youngest of the Blight family and heir-apparent of our name and company, Blight Industries. It is my pleasure to make your acquaintance.” She recited, keeping the kind of bland, formal tone you’d expect from a meeting between politicians, prompting a mild look of surprise from Luz.

The human grinned, almost amused, much to Amity’s confusion. “Well, Miss Blight, it is a pleasure to officially meet you when you aren’t acting like a bitch.” She said bluntly, but without a hint of malice or mocking that Amity could detect.

Amity awkwardly clutched her shirt, feeling small at the reminder of her conduct from that day, however lacking in harshness that reminder was. “Indeed. Speaking of which, may I know your name?” She requested.

The human arched an eyebrow, but shrugged, agreeing. “Eh, why not. The name’s Luz Noceda. Why did you ask?”

Amity internally sighed in relief that she’d be able to finish part of her mission so quickly. “For this.” Stepping back, Amity once again bowed, this time a full bow at the waist, head parallel to the ground. “Luz Noceda, I, Amity Blight, offer my sincerest apologies for my conduct towards you prior to today. I allowed anger, suspicion, and bias to cloud my judgement, but that is no excuse for what I said to you. I was dismissive, rude, and judgmental. If my apology is insufficient, I will do anything within reason to make amends.” Amity shut her eyes tight, desperately begging to the Titan that she wouldn’t be ridiculed, that her words would be accepted. The fact that this was so public… it burned her, how many people might try and hurt her with this.

“Aw man, could you get up? There’s no need for that.” Amity cracked an eye open, spying Luz’s sardonic expression.

“I beg your pardon?” Amity started.

“Look,” Luz began, giving a loose shrug, “I’ve been called way worse before by much more horrible people than you. Was I mad when you said those things? Oh absolutely. But, I got over it, because it wasn’t worth holding a grudge against someone who probably ended up regretting it, if they hadn’t already regretted it after saying it, and had been punished enough. You okay with just forgetting about it all?”

Amity huffed, amused at Luz’s candidness. “Very well.” Her face grew serious. “However, I would like to make a request, if it isn’t too presumptuous of me.”

“Oh?” Luz mused, cocking her head. “That depends on what your request is.”

“What are you?” Amity asked, Luz pulling up short, dumbfounded. Amity continued on. “I know you’re human. But strange things have surrounded you. You helped Willow gain an immense increase in skill after just a short conversation, and was able to oversee her application of her new skill level. You were able to survive a confrontation against Boscha while she was wielding those flames. And there have been rumors about someone matching your expression appearing around town.” She slowly walked around Luz, allowing herself to gain a better look all around. “I want answers for the mysteries surrounding you. Please.” She finished, fixing a strong, unwavering stare on Luz.

Luz sighed, scratching her head. “Ugh, fine, but it’ll cost you.” She said, opening a single eye to look at Amity.

Amity nodded firmly. “How much.” She had told herself she wouldn’t be leaving the girl without answers, and even if her mother was annoyed at the expense, it would be well worth it to give Amity peace of mind.

“An apology.”

Amity paused, perplexed. “But I already gave you one?”

Luz shook her head, elaborating. “Not for me. For Willow. If you want answers, you have to apologize to Willow.”

Amity gave a smirk. “Well lucky for me I was already planning on doing just that.”

“Really?”

“Of course. Provided she grants me an apology as well.”

“Huh, looks like things’ll work out pretty easily! She wanted to give you one too.”

“In that case, I see no reason we shouldn’t look for her. Care to join me?” Amity finished, gesturing for Luz to follow her. Shrugging, the human girl followed the witch through the crowd, unaware of the elongated figure looming in the shadows.

Eda stormed through the Covention, nimble fingers snatching up odds and ends as she shifted through the crowd, looking for her quarry. As she finished stashing the last of her loot in her hair, her eyes sharpened, spotting her target. Gliding forth, she stopped dead center in front of her prey.

“Hey Lily.” Eda grinned, all teeth.

“Ah, Edalyn!” Lilith drawled, pulling herself up from where she had been signing a little Witchling’s poster. “You came after all!” She placed a hand under her chin, looking smug. “Still rooting around in the trash in that shack of yours?” She chuckled at her little ‘joke.’

Eda rolled her eyes. “Yeah yeah, real funny.” Getting an idea, she leaned over to the kids, she whispered. “Hey, did you kids know Lily used to wet her bed until she was-”

“Edalyn!” Lilith yelped in embarrassment as the children giggled.

Eda smirked, before pulling out her wallet (one of them anyway), and gave each child a small snail bill. “Hey, why don’t you kids all get yourselves a treat and go back to your parents, okay?” As the children eagerly nodded, rushing off, she turned to Lilith, her smile dropping into cool seriousness.

“Ugh, what do you want, Edalyn?” Lilith scoffed, folding her arms. Suddenly, she blinked, eyes brightening. “Unless… you’re finally here to join the Coven!” She cheered, a childish delight gleaming in her eyes.

“No.” Eda flatly stated.

“Oh.” Lilith said just as flatly, her excitement dead already. “Well, in that case-”

“I learned something pretty interesting, Lily.” Eda began, grabbing her sister’s attention. “About how the Emperor’s Coven presented what happened to me to the public.”

Lilith felt her blood chill; she had never really agreed with that decision, but it had been out of her hands. If Edalyn was bringing this up now… “And this holds bearing, how?” She asked, trying to play it off.

“I want you to set the record straight, Lily.” Eda said, a note of barely contained fury in her voice. “Now. If not sooner.”

Lilith reeled back. “I couldn’t possibly do such a thing! It is the Emperor’s Will!”

“Nuts to the Emperor, Lily!!” Eda shouted, slamming her fist against the wall nearest to them. “He used my pain, my trauma, my public humiliation as a way to get people to fall in line. I hate the Coven System, but I’m willing to accept that for most people, they choose to be a part of it. But using what happened to me as a way of scaring kids into falling in step!? I won’t stand for it!!”

“It’s not my decision to make, Edalyn.” Lilith coldly replied. “And really, you have no one but yourself to blame; if you just joined a Coven all that silliness would just drift away.” She firmly replied, internally begging that Edalyn would finally see reason, to agree with her, to admit she was right!!!

Eda paused. Then she chuckled. “Okay. I really didn’t want to do this. But! It looks like you aren’t giving me a real choice.” With a sigh, Eda stepped back, just enough to where she could point at Lilith at full extension. “Lilith Clawthorne, I challenge you to a Witch’s Duel.”

Nearby Witches and Demons gasped, reeling back, even as Lilith herself blinked in shock.

“Edalyn, you can’t possibly be serious!” She said, shock still coursing through her body.

“The terms are as follows,” Eda said, steadfastly ignoring the increasing mutters of the crowd. “If I win, you have to publicly admit the truth behind my curse, not that crap the Emperor peddles. If you win, I’ll join Bonehead’s little club.” She finishes, crossing her arms in defiance.

“Edalyn, you can’t be-” Lilith starts, only to cut herself off with a choke, as Eda formed the glowing white circle of an unbreakable vow, already sticking her hand through. “You really are serious.” Lilith breathes out.

“I am.” Eda says grimly. Staring at her sister’s hand trepidatiously, Lilith’s eyes flash with fear, shock, longing, pride, and finally, determination. Reaching out, she joins hands with her sister, for the first time in years… and completes the vow. The duel is officially on.

“A Witch’s Duel, eh?” A cold voice mutters in the dark, shadowed figures lurking behind them. “Well, won’t that be a fun way to start this operation.” They chuckled, their entourage cackling behind them, the cooling corpse of a Coven Guard behind them.

[sunnybeas]

saints in chains

Chapter One of Saints In Chains- wait out the plastic weather

summary:  Gavin meets Connor's little brother and finds out love at first sight is real  

cross posted on ao3

The first time Gavin Reed sees the RK900 he doesn’t have time to really look at him. It is an active crime scene that’s taking up the entire street and Gavin holes himself behind the barricade with Chen at his side. Teeth grit and hand sweating as he gripped his handgun, he only sees a white blur stride by and hoist itself over the barricade.

A curse is halfway out of his mouth because of course a civilian would get cocky and bolt but no- the damn thing rips the door off the hinges of a car and surges forward. And Gavin is sitting there, mouth open, in full view of the shooter. He drops down beside Chen again, who is equally as fucking gob smacked.

“Did you fucking see that?” Gavin demanded.

“Of course, I did! Did Fowler hire a fucking Terminator? What was that?” she asked back, rolling to her knees to peek over the car again.

Gavin scooted in next to her, eyes squinted. He felt like an idiot, gawking at the figure in white sprinting forward, car door acting as a shield and taking all the spray. It takes a leap and absolutely bodies the shooter, tossing the car door aside like a dinner plate. Its hand crunches the AK in its hand, and it misfires in the shooter’s hand. The fucker screams as the figure lifts him and slams him onto the concrete, knee on his back, hands pinned there securely.

“Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit- “Gavin chanted, because the figure looks up and he’s half fucking sure he recognizes Connor’s smug little face. It’s different, though, and Gavin can’t quite pinpoint how because of the distance.

“Well done, see, I knew he’d do well.”

And that- that’s Connor’s peppy voice from behind him. Frowning, Gavin spins on his heel.

“What the fuck is happening here?” He asked, sharply.

Connor and Anderson were dressed all up in their vests. Gavin snorted at the sight of Connor in his. He had seen the android take more bullets than he could count. Had almost put one in him more than a few times.

The LED in Connor’s temple spins yellow briefly. “He has minor abrasions. Otherwise a near perfect introduction.” He smiled, too fucking bright and cheerful for Gavin, who was getting sick just looking at him.

“Con, dear, sweetheart, love, please make sense. What was that?” Chen finally cut in.

“My brother.” Connor replied simply, punctuating it with that dopey smile of his. His big ole doe eyes lifted past them and he rocked on his heels before starting forward.

Gavin turned to follow when he caught sight of their blur. And holy fuck. Holy shit, Gavin didn’t think they built androids like that. Connor’s ‘brother’ was a massive specimen, towering over the shooter, eyeing the suspect wearily with eyes so pale they may as well have been white.

It takes Gavin about five seconds to deduce that this thing, this android, was basically Connor on steroids. If that were something they could do, anyway. He was taller, a good foot or so, and he was fucking jacked, his arms thicker, shoulders broader. He looked scary as shit, his jaw sharper, wider, his eyes set in deeper and looking down at them all with those dead looking eyes.

He was hot. Like really, insanely, one of the hottest things Gavin had ever seen. And he hadn’t even looked his way yet. But he couldn’t tear his eyes away from him. It. Whatever.

“Holy shit, just take a picture for your spank bank, creep.” Tina scoffed, elbowing him sharply.

“Chen, shut the fuck up.” Gavin hissed, his neck and ears burning at being caught checking out a fucking android. One with Connor’s face too.

The statement seemed to gain the android’s attention, though, because he looked up from Connor and stared directly at Gavin. Gavin couldn’t get a read on him, couldn’t eek the slightest bit of emotion from the thing’s blank ass face. His pale eyes flickered briefly over Gavin, almost sizing him up. Head tilted, eyes half lidded, the android regarded him for more than a few seconds. It was deliberate. Was it trying to intimidate him?

“RK?” Connor’s voice broke through and the android looked away from Gavin, finally, to return his attention to Connor.

“Shit, shit, shit.” Gavin cursed, turning on his heel to Chen. “Come on, we don’t need to be here anymore. Thing one n’ two got it.”

They started back to Chen’s patrol car. She widened her stride to keep up with how fast Gavin was walking.

Chen tossed her head back to laugh. “Look at you, lil’ Gavin Reed running scared from some sexy robot. Gav, did you see his pecs? Or his arms? Why did they give an android an ass that- “?

Gavin groaned. “I fucking saw! Cyberlife’s a bunch of fucking perverts. Holy shit, Tina.” He scrubbed his face with his hand.

Tina clambered into the driver’s seat, grinning. “He better be at the station.”

And fuck- Gavin hadn’t even considered that.

-

As luck would have it, God fucking hated Gavin Reed. He had just settled into his desk when Connor came striding in, Anderson at his side and leading their perp and the fucking Iron Giant trailing behind. Immediately Gavin looked towards Chen, who was practically vibrating in her seat. She shot him a grin and a wink before standing up from her seat.

Anderson spoke lowly to Connor before nodding and taking the perp to the back. Which left Connor standing there with his grumpy looking twin. Chen chose this moment to strike.

“Hey, Connor, who’s this?” She asked.

Connor beamed, clearly tickled fucking pink that someone was taking an interest in his little pet project. He lifted a hand and gestured to the android beside him. “This is RK, my little brother. He moved here and Fowler offered him a position. Today was his trial. I’m fairly sure he exceeded Fowler’s expectations.” Connor reported, absolutely glowing with pride.

Gavin snorted at his desk. Little? Little wasn’t a word to describe that ‘droid.

“I’m Tina Chen, nice to meet you.” Chen offered her hand, smiling politely in that way of hers. Tina brought out the good in everyone.

The android hesitated, studying her hand before taking it and shaking it carefully. “Nice to meet you, Officer Chen.” And oh- his voice was Connor’s but pitched lower.

It sounded surprisingly good. Fuck. Gavin hated him. Hated his pretty, stupid face.

“Gav, come say hi to the new guy!” Chen called, turning to face him with a wide, smug smile on her face.

Gavin decided he hated her too. No more coffee runs or donuts for her. She was dead to him.

“I’m good.” He said, instead.

Connor frowned. The big guy didn’t do anything, just stared. Shit.

“RK and Hank are going to be interrogating the shooter. I’ll be reviewing the footage if anyone has any need for me.” Connor informed Tina.

“Gavin and I can help with that!” Tina blurted out.

Connor blinked, clearly surprised. “You want to help me?” His eyes flickered uncertainly to Gavin, who was making a face, his middle finger up and pointed to Connor.

“I want to see that asshole getting his up close and personal.” Tina said. “Reed won’t admit it, but he does too.”

Gavin again held his middle finger up, though neither Connor or Tina were looking his way. He, instead, caught the attention of RK. And Gavin swore, he fucking swore, he saw the flicker of a smile on his face.

“Okay, that’s fine then.” Connor was still uncertain, but Tina was insistent.

He wasn’t sure why until they were seated all together, huddled up in front of the screen.

Seeing it from afar had been one thing but holy shit, seeing RK900 in action up close was a whole different experience.

“Holy shit.” Gavin rasped out, watching as he ripped the car door with his bar hands from the hinges. He sat tall in his seat.

RK hadn’t stopped, hadn’t faltered once as the shooter had let loose a barrage. He had just driven forward, expression drawn, brow furrowed. And then he had crushed the barrel of the gun like it were made of cheap plastic, ignoring the blast of the misfire and splatter of thirium on his open palm. He lifted the perp up by the coat.

“God, I wish that were me.” Gavin murmured, sinking into his seat. His eyes tracked how fluidly RK moved.

Tina choked out a laugh from beside him. “You’re a fucking mess.”

Connor frowned, so severely that his stupid forehead dented in from the faux wrinkles.

“Please don’t objectify RK in front of me.” He requested, weakly.

“Connor, where the fuck have you been hiding my teenage wet dream from?” Gavin demanded, emboldened by RK’s absence.

Connor’s head bowed and he rubbed at his temples needlessly.

“Gavin, that’s his baby brother!” Tina chided, smacking at his arm, though she wore a broad grin on her lips. She loved Gavin when he was in a mood like this.

“Baby brother my fucking ass, look at him- “

“You wish he were fucking- “

“I am literally begging you to stop.” Connor interjected.

“Listen, I’m trying to do some begging myself here, Connor, so help me out here.” Gavin continued.

Connor let out a pained groan and dropped his head completely into his palms in the same moment Tina let out a cackling laugh, her head tossed back.

“You’re intolerable.” Connor accused, shaking his head as he stood up. “I brought this for research purposes, and you’ve ruined it.”

“Wish your brother would ruin me.” Gavin mumbled.

Connor paused, his LED blipping red before he promptly turned on his heel and strode quickly out of the room. In his absence, the two dissolved into laughter.

“I think you broke him this time. Anderson is gonna be on your ass for traumatizing his boyfriend.” Tina snorted, wiping tears from her eyes.

Gavin reached forward and rolled the vid back, taking extra care to watch how RK had lifted the man with absolutely no effort. Oh. This might become a problem.

“If you’re done, Fowler wants to speak to you.” Connor poked his head around through the door again, frowning sourly at the screen and where it had paused.

Gavin sighed and forced himself to his feet. He tossed the remote Chen’s way.

“It’s not going to be as much fun without you.” She complained.

“Just enjoy the eye candy, Chen.” Gavin shrugged, following Connor down the hall.

Just looking at Connor, the differences between he and his younger counterpart were drastic. Their faces were eerily similar but RK’s had a sharpness where Connor’s was soft. Connor was clearly meant to assimilate where RK looked the complete opposite. Like he was meant to be identified as an android. What had he been made for that he was built that mean looking?

Hands shoved into his pockets; Gavin turned to the door of Fowler’s office. Knocking twice, he stepped in. Directly into the personal space of RK, who did not budge even as Gavin knocked his shoulder clumsily into his mid arm. And Christ on a fucking cracker, Gavin’s head barely measured to his shoulder. He swallowed hard.

“Reed, you meet RK yet?” Fowler asked, shifting in his seat just slightly to face him.

“Uh, sort of.” He took a long step back, hands curling to fists in his jacket pocket.

“Well, better get the introductions out now. He’s your new partner.” He paused, eyes squinting up at Gavin, waiting for the explosion.

RK looked down, extended his hand which was going to swallow Gavin’s in it. Even his hands were built big. Vaguely, Gavin wondered how they would feel-

“It’s nice to formally meet you. I’m RK.”

Gavin had been right before. This was going to be a big fucking problem.

[rainbowsnsunnies]

Full Potential Challenge

I know what you’re thinking, another challenge already when I just fell off the last one? Well hell yeah!

Remember in my last post when I said I was giving time to myself for just going through the flow to observe my energy and attention levels, well turns out, I have finally accepted and come to terms with the fact that I am not the bubbly overexcited hyper-enthusiastic productive girl that I used to be. Something has got to me (is it exhaustion of uni, fatigue of adulting, I honestly don’t know) and I have this urge to keep resisting being productive and naturally incline towards slacking all day, you know what I mean? So, to tackle this little situation here, I have a new mantra (not that I came up with it, I just adopted it) and the mantra is - FAKE IT ‘TIL YOU MAKE IT!’ yup, that’s it. That’s the mantra. So I am going to fake being happy and enjoying being productive for a while until I start liking it again!

But knowing myself, I know I am also not going to last long if I know there’s nothing keeping me accountable or keeping a check on me, ya know? So, this is where I turn to my old trusty friend, Tumblr! The 100DOP worked really well for me actually, and if not for that crazy last few months for work, I might have kicked ass in that challenge, but shit happens, its life! Getting back to point, I analysed and decided that challenges push me to do better and taking inspiration from the last post I reblogged, I am taking up the Full Potential Challenge! 

In case you don’t know what the challenge is, just check the last post I reblogged but to brief you, its this challenge where you stop wondering what life would be like if you lived the ideal day you plan for yourself and START living that ideal day. Start doing things that you always plan to do for making a productive day but always give up like in a week or something. So, here are the things I want to achieve:

Study consistently (Duh!)

Stick to my workout routine

Take better care of my skin and really see how glowing can it really get (wow, that sounds...weird)

Get fit, mentally and physically

Get better at Italian

So, these are the top 5 things I am aiming to achieve. Also, my birthday is like 2 months away and I really want to gift myself a fitter and healthier version of me for my birthday, so I really am determined to smash the heck out of this challenge.

I’m really nervous now, eek! See ya next Friday with my first week update (wow, now I am really nervous but I gotta fake like this is the best idea ever so yayyy!)

Also, very random, but I suddenly have this urge to watch the sunrise tomorrow. Its 11:17 PM here and the sunrises at 6:30ish these days, so I think it is pretty achievable? I’ll be sure to share a picture of the sunrise if I do actually get up to watch it :D

[kasdeyathebitterwoman]

Running Mate - Part 4

Eek! Somehow we’re on part 4 and still going! I hope you all are enjoying this series as much as I am. I should have a few more updates for you soon with this series and with the Ninja Warrior Love Story series, so watch this space!

Idea: While running through the English countryside, Henry meets a fun documentarian and sparks fly.

CW: none

Word Count: 3,165 (sorry, the words got away from me on this one!)

taglist:

@maeleeme @andyrazzledazzle @fanfictionaddiction99 @henrycavillluv32 @blossom-a @jhenno2002​

The next morning, you wake up groggy from lack of sleep. The screening and after “party” for your documentary went on much later than you anticipated. So much so, you missed your alarm completely which means you missed running with Henry this morning. That was okay though, since you were seeing him later today. You walked out of the guest room where you were staying and into the kitchen where there was fresh coffee.

“Morning, sunshine,” James says and you grunt in response. James is sitting at the breakfast table reading through several of the feedback cards. You make yourself a cup of much-needed coffee then join James at the table. You pick up a few of the cards to read yourself.

“How did Fiona feel about the final product?” you ask. Fiona was your documentary’s main benefactor. She was a really kind woman with an eye for successful projects, so you were hoping that your efforts were worthy.

“She was seriously impressed,” James replied. “Everyone was, just read through the notes here,” he said, so you did. Almost everyone said the same thing, that the film was raw, real, and heartbreaking in a good way. You smiled as you read through the responses. There were some valuable critiques about editing, sound volume, and color correction and then there were some silly comments. You snorted reading a few and James nodded his head in agreement.

“Well, I think last night was a success,” you finally muse and James nods.

“A very successful night for you,” he replies and you squint at him over your mug.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you ask.

“Oh, nothing,” he sighs. “I just can’t think of anyone else that shows a fantastic documentary then snogs Superman himself in the same night,” James finishes. He isn’t looking at you, but at the notecards, so he can’t see the serious scowl that you are giving.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you reply, huffing a little.

“Mhmm,” James grunts and you huff a little more.

“Whatever,” you say, standing up from the table. “I’m going to equalize the audio from the second round of interviews,” you go to refill your mug before leaving.

“Alrighty, I’ll feed you Cheese-It’s if you get stuck in your room,” James says and you stop in your tracks.

“Oh my god, I’m going to murder Kyle for telling you that story,” you say and James laughs hysterically. You scowl the entire time walking to the room remembering when your old brother Jeremy caught you kissing a boy and accidentally locked you in your bedroom. Kyle, your older brother of five years, fed you Cheese-Its under the door while you waited for Jeremy to get the tools to fix it.

You got dressed in a large, chunky sweater, leggings, and big fuzzy socks. You took your hair and piled it into a bun on the top of your head. Then you shuffled into the workroom where James had a set up a computer bay for work. You grabbed a set of headphones and began equalizing the second round of interviews your director got.

Hours passed while you worked and you easily found yourself absorbed in the work. You were listening to a woman talk about her experience when something touched your shoulder. At the same time, there was a loud sound on the video.

“AHH!” you scream, jumping in your chair. You whip around to find James jumping back from you with his hands up in the air. Then he doubles over with laughter. “What do you want?” you demand, placing your hand over your heart. James is laughing and crying so hard he can barely talk. Finally, he calms down and composes himself.

“Henry Cavill is here,” he says, still chuckling and wiping away tears at the corners of his eyes.

“Who? Oh!” you yell, bouncing up from your chair and darting out of the room. Henry is standing in the living room looking at several pictures that James has up on the mantle. “Hey Henry,” you say as nonchalantly as possible. He turns around and smiles when he sees you.

“Hey,” he replies and your heart skips a beat. He’s wearing a simple blue shirt, jeans, brown leather shoes, and a newsboy hat. His smile is so genuine, even when it shows off those canines. “Are you ready to go?” he asks slowly taking in your current outfit. You look at him confused then you suddenly remember.

“Oh, no! I’m not ready!” you say quickly and turn to dart of to your room before turning back around. “I definitely did not forget that we were going out, I was just,” you pause trying to think of a better answer other than forgetfulness. Henry is smiling and trying to contain laughter.

“It’s okay,” he replies, the laughter clear in his voice. You sigh and smile at him.

“Give me about five minutes,” you say holding up your hand then darting off for your room. Quickly you throw on a pair of skinny jeans, replace the chunky sweater with a thinner gray sweater, and your ballet flats. You pull your hair out of the bun and run a brush through it quickly. You washed your face the night before so there were no traces of makeup and you didn’t have time to throw anything on now, so this would have to do. As you are leaving your room, you can hear Henry and James chatting about something.

“It’s a project we don’t have backing for just yet, so I’m trying to get as much together before we take it to our benefactors,” James says as you round the corner. You see Henry nodding with interest and then he sees you and smiles.

“Speaking of, James,” you start, waving a little at Henry. “There is a weird sound during Mrs. McClendon’s interview,” you say and James gives you a puzzled look. “Here, come listen. Henry, you can come along as well,” you say, turning and gesturing for the men to follow you. All three of you walk into the workroom and Henry whistles low.

“This looks very familiar to me,” he says and James smiles. You smile as you grab a set of headphones and hand them to James. He puts them on while you pull the audio back to the place of the sound. You can hear it even though the headphones are on his ears and watch as James jumps a little at how harsh the sound is.

“Jesus, that’s intense,” he says, taking the headphones off. “Just mark it and equalize like you normally would and we’ll decide later if we need this section of the interview,” he instructs and you nod. You grab a notepad by the keyboard and write everything down. James and Henry discuss his set up while you find and mark the audio. When you’re done, you turn to the two men.

“Okay, sorry about that Henry, I’m ready to go when you are,” you say and Henry nods. He shakes James’ hand and thanks him for letting him look around. As you leave with Henry, James calls out from the room. “Where are we going, by the way?” you ask, realizing you had no idea what the plan was.

“Well, there is a new exhibit at the Natural History Museum about Ancient Rome. I was thinking we could go take a look and then maybe grab something to eat,” he says and you can almost detect a hint of embarrassment in his voice. You smile wide at him.

“That sounds awesome!” you reply, genuinely excited. You haven’t been to the Natural History Museum here yet, though you’ve lived in London for over a year. You walk out to Henry’s car and he jogs to open the passenger door for you. “Such a gentleman,” you tease as you slide into the car. You can see Henry smiling to himself as he closes the door and jogs around to the drivers’ side. When you glance around the car, it doesn’t take long for you to realize this is a very fancy car and for a moment, you panic.

Henry climbs into the car, starts it, and you nervously arrange yourself in the seat. Henry doesn’t notice and drives off. The ride is silent for the most part until you decide to start asking Henry more about himself. You ask him about his home island, what it was like going to boarding school, and how he decided that acting was the direction he wanted to go in. Henry was a good sport and seemingly answers all of your questions honestly. You laugh with him through stories of growing up with four brothers and empathize with him as he talks about being the “weird” kid at school.

When you arrive at the museum, Henry easily finds parking. You attempt to let yourself out, but Henry stops you, jogging around to open the door for you. You give him a closed-lip smile and can’t refrain from saying something.

“You don’t have to keep doing that,” you say and Henry looks confused. “Never mind,” you say, chuckling and shaking your head. Henry realizes what you meant and blushes.

“Sorry, I’m a gentleman through and through,” he says sheepishly. You reach up and gently cup the side of his face.

“It’s okay, just be better,” you joke before giving him a gentle yet firm pat on the cheek. His expression is a mixture of shock, surprise, and awe and it casques you to laugh out loud. You turn to run but Henry grabs a hold of your hand and pulls you back to him. He embraces you in a firm, playful way, laughing the whole time. After a moment, he lets go and you walk hand in hand with him into the museum.

Because you’ve never been the center of attention, you are much more aware of the stares that Henry, and subsequently you, are getting. Henry doesn’t seem to be phased by it, so you try hard to do the same, but you can’t deny that it’s very strange and unnerving. At the ticket booth, Henry goes to pull out his card, but you bump him out of the way dramatically and offer some cash to the woman. She looked confused as her eyes flicked between Henry and you.

“It’s okay, we’re trying to break him of his horrible, horrible gentlemanly ways,” you say and the ticket girl bursts into laughter. Henry is shaking his head and smiling as you accept the tickets and you smile wide at him as you hand him is the ticket. When you walk up to the next booth to have your tickets scanned, Henry begins gently tickling and nipping at your sides. It causes you to jump around and laugh. The ticket scanner is watching you with a strange look on her face.

“It’s fine, I’m just learning to not be a gentleman,” Henry says sardonically as he takes another jab at you to which you respond with a muffled squeal and slap to his hand. Both he and the ticket scanner laugh before you notice a recognition flash through her eyes. Henry doesn’t see this but you do.

“Do you want to get a picture with him?” you ask her and she smiles as Henry’s eyes dart back and forth before he understands what’s going on. You take the girls phone after she pulls up her camera for you. Henry obliges and puts an arm around the girl while smiling at you as you take several pictures. “Sell those for a lot of money,” you say handing the phone back to the girl. Henry rolls his eyes and barks out a laugh, before grabbing your hand and dragging you off. Once again you smile wide at him. “What? That was sound advice,” you joke at Henry’s side-eye. “Okay, I’m sorry, that was kind of mean,” you say, realizing you may have actually crossed a line with Henry. He stops and turns to you, looking down with those intense blue eyes. Then he reaches down, cups the side of your face and says,

“It’s okay, just be better,” then gently taps the side of your face. Your jaw drops open, but no sound comes out. You watch him walk away, a smug smile plastered across his face. Your place your hand over your heart and call out,

“The grasshopper is learning!” you laugh and watch as Henry laughs along with you. You powerwalk up to him and take his hand with yours, smiling proudly up at him. The rest of the afternoon is spent walking around the Ancient Greece exhibit. Henry enjoys pointing things out to you almost as much as he enjoys listening to you tell him about various bits of information. Several times he is stopped for pictures and autographs and you smile every single time it happens. Henry seems very connected with his fans and genuinely doesn’t seem to mind when they politely ask for something from him. A few times you take the picture for fans so groups or duos can all be together with Henry. What you appreciate is regardless of how chill Henry seems with the interactions, he always checks back with you and asks to confirm you are okay. At one point, the director of the museum found out Henry Cavill was there and offered to give you both a free, private tour of the exhibit.

“So this is how the other half lives,” you mutter, mostly to yourself, but Henry hears you and smirks. He leans down to whisper in your ear.

“I wouldn’t know, I don’t take advantage of half the things I’m offered,” he whispers in your ear. You give him a sideways smirk and laugh at the silly face he makes. The director takes the two of you around the exhibit, explaining the reasoning behind the setup, placement and such. That aspect of the process is fascinating and you can’t help but grill him with questions. The director answers everything willingly and you openly ignore the smirk Henry has every time he looks at you.  

When you are done with the tour, you and Henry leave to go get something to eat as planned. He held your hand the entire time to the car and then reached across the console to hold your hand as he drove. Henry picked a nice restaurant not far from the museum. Not only did he open the doors for you, but he pulled your chair out as well. The waiter took your drink orders and left you to examine the menus. A few moments later, you gave your order and sipped the wine that was brought for you.

“I have to say,” Henry starts. “It was interesting to see you hound that museum director back there,” he says, smirking at you. Your jaw dropped and you scoffed.

“I did not hound him,” you claim and Henry snorts.

“You were relentless,” he replies and all you can do is scoff.

“I was interested in the process and I had questions,” you insist. Henry’s raised brow expression causes you to start giggling. Henry joins you and the two of you laugh like school children. You have to calm yourself because your waiter has brought out your food. After a few moments of eating, Henry speaks again.

“Tell me where the name Bulldog Westley comes from,” Henry asks as you finish a bite of your food. You smile, thinking about it.

“It’s a way to pay homage to James’ first love: his dog, Westley,” you say and Henry smiles. “He was the sweetest bulldog I ever met and absolutely the main reason James and I became friends in the first place,” you say, laughing. Henry laughs as well, a smile unmoving from his face.

“How did you and James meet?” he asks and again, you smile at the memory.

“We met at school. I went to The University of North Texas and James was an exchange student in the film program. We officially met while taking a Television Documentary course,” you say and Henry’s blue eyes twinkle. “We did try to date, but he’s honestly more like a fourth brother than a lover,” you say and make a face. Henry laughs, his smile making your heart flutter like crazy. Y’all finish your meal and Henry pays, making a point to look at you as he places his credit card in the book.

The drive back to James’ house is silent, but Henry holds your hand the entire time. His thumb occasionally grazes your knuckles. He pulls into the driveway and parks the car, looking over at you.

“Thank you for today,” you say and Henry offers a gentle smile.

“No, thank you,” Henry replies. “This was an amazing day,” you smile and feel your heart beating a million miles a minute. Henry pulls himself out of the car then jogs around to your door. He opens it and helps you out, then walks you up the short distance to the porch. You stand there, awkwardly wondering what Henry plans to do next. He makes himself clear when he closes the small gap between, gently placing his hands on either side of your face, and pulls you in for a kiss. It’s gentle at first but quickly turns passionate. His tongue teases yours and he moans as you wrap your arms around his shoulders. His hands slip down your shoulders and stop just above your butt on your hips.

Eventually, you break away from him, a smile permanently attached to your face. You look up at Henry through your eyelashes and see that he is smiling just as wide.

“You could come in for coffee or more wine or tea, if you want,” you say, hoping to god he’ll say yes so you can continue kissing those soft, delicious lips.

“I want to say yes, but,” Henry sighs and you groan.

“Oh, I know that ‘but’ well,” you murmur and Henry chuckles.

“I know, I’ve got work and meetings in the city,” he replies.

“You don’t have to explain it to me, baby,” you say and Henry smiles.

“Keep calling me that and I’ll never make it home,” Henry murmurs.

“Baby, baby, baby,” you purr, leaning in close to him. Henry sighs, pulling your body close to his. He leans down and kisses you deeply again. You snake your fingers through his hair, moaning into him. You kiss him passionately, feeling the warmth of his body even through his clothes. Finally, you break away from him, you both breathing heavily.

“I have to go,” Henry whispers, not letting go of you and not backing away.

“Then go,” you whisper back and Henry smiles painfully. He finally leaves and you watch as he drives away down the private road, running your thumb over your lips still feeling the tingle of Henry’s kiss.

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(lovely anon) ok so this may sound so dramatic but; let me paint you a picture: i’m responding to your latest message, sitting on the edge of the sofa. i type in “lovely anon” into the search and see this longgg post come up and i’m like uhhh... i scroll down and see the people you tagged and literally. when i saw @ lovely anon. i . cried . like full on tears. my brother goes “what are you doing” “she tagged meeeee” and he continued what he was doing and didn’t care LMAOO but i was so emotional? i love and appreciate you too and aAH IM CRYING!! you’re just really sweet and i didn’t expect it at all and it was really lovely to be a part of something :’)

the kermit pic sent meee but yes yes yes!! when you start uni let me know, lol i’m so excited for you!! let me know how it goes cuz i’m literally hype hahah & yes we will be in our sad corners of the world, missing england but you’re right it’ll be sooooo worth it in the end!!! and oH i’m glad you talk to them lol i truly thought you like haven’t seen them/haven’t spoken to them this whole time😭 that would’ve been awful!

also i totallyyy get what your saying about the english speaking thing. and idk why you’re insecure (well i *knowww* bc it’s not your first language and you’re studying it in college so yuh) but your english is great :)))

lol yeah that makes sense.. my mom took french in college and she remembers NOTHING HDJSHSJ (the fact that you wanna learn MORE languages i- ahh i so admire you.. you literally know so many languages🥺) yea i mean you know a bunch of languages bc you know the base of words lol, but i wonder if because you know latin it’ll be easier for you to learn french? oh- oh wait you said it’ll be easier HAHHAHA

THERES SO MUCH EXCITING STUFF TO TALK ABOUT HDGSJSJSL it’s so wild to me that you can’t watch chaos walking :( i’m a professional hacker tho so i’ll try and find a way for you LMAO (by professional hacker i mean i literally have gotten multiple free trials and i’m pretty sure the hulu police are after me bUT ITS THEIR FAULT BC WHY IS IT SO EXPENSIVE???) i mean the movie was good? and cute? and funny? but yea don’t think it’s gonna be the most fantastic thing haha AND THE DOGGO AWWW (i saw it again today- or my today lol, saturday, aND THESE OLD PEOPLE CAME AND SAT IN FRONT OF ME AND MY FRIEND LIKE ITS A LONG STORY LMK IF YOU WANNA HEAR IT)

SHARK FILMS?!?!! PLEASE READING THIS I HAD NO IDEA YOU WOULD LIKE SHARK MOVIES TOO FHSKSHSHDJDJGAJAYSJS ok so i haven’t seen any of the classics (i’m working on it) but i would probably watch jaws to laugh at it? not like that lmao but like comparing it. OKAY BUT HONESTLY I BARELY KNOW ANYONE WHO LIKES SHARK FILMS AHHH OKAY im adding “the shallows” to my watchlist bc it sounds super good AND SAME AHSJD ANY BODY OF WATER IN A MOVIE I JUST KNOW ITS COMING LMAO watch me not go in the water anymore after seeing that picture HHDJSJ

WHEN I READ THIS I JUST GOT DONE TALKING TO MY MOM ABOUT THE MEG AND THAT SCENE WHERE THE SHARKKK JUMPEDDDD AND ATE THE OTHER ONEEEE AND THEN JONAS HAD TO DO- bro i cannot (i think that one is my favorite because i love me a bit of romance and the subtle romance hAD ME) 47 meters down PHEW could you imagine?? i try not to think too hard about it i’m like “don’t be dumb catherine, don’t put yourself in a dumb situation” (not autocorrect having “dumb bitch” ready i am not lying) and i literally understand... there is no other way to explain 47 meters down

i CANNOT watch horror movies, can’t can’t can’t, i literally hate them i cannot do it!!! the thrill is tempting and it’s cool in the moment but i cant lmao. i don’t have nightmares about scary things (for the majority of the time) but going to sleep i’m like oooohhhhhh shit 🥲 literally what you explained

music !!!! music !!!! music !!!! (u ever write a word and now it looks weird lmao) MY BROTHER DOESNT LIKE MUSIC AND ITS SHIT IM LIKE WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU- anyway, my music taste is all over the place i mean......... it’s crazy. earlier today i was listening to meghan trainor’s album “title” oUT OF NOWHERE, but just a few minutes ago i was listening to fall in love with me by earth wind and fire soooo lol .. megan is *chefs kiss*, i’m not familiar with stormzy🙈, harry styles.... IM SORRY IM THAT PERSON but i don’t listen to his solo music EEK i only listen to adore you... and not that frequently... the music video freaked me out... i like niall’s solo music a lot more, which i listen to a lot more. now. one direction. favorite. please & thank you. i have a playlist called “boy bands” and it consists of one direction and the vamps (obsessed with cherry blossom btw) but as you can see my taste is all over the place!! fr fr if i sent you what apple music has as my “favorites” it went from ariana grande to carrie underwood to glee (OBSESSED DONT LET ME TALK ABOUT IT) i mean please if you let me i will nonstop (hamilton HDJSH) talk about music all day😩 & NOOO UR MUSIC IS GREAT HAHSK IM NOT A BIG RAP PERSON BUT DOJA CAT IS MY FAVORITE!!

okay good, i’m glad :) i was just nervous that you did feel that way <3 and GOT IT HAHAJ healthy pressure is always good :’) my friend got me these pens cuz i love stationary and school supplies lol and was like “now you have to write something” soooo yea i feel that! and i saw you posted the ficcccccc literally so proud of you 🥺🥺 i’m trying to decide if i read it tomorrow or tonight..... sleep or a literal beautiful creation made by the sweetest person and is v v nice smut and college!peter and 4.7k...... sleep aint really calling no more.

GIRL ALL OF MY SENTENCES ARE TOO LONG HAHAHAH IN FACT THIS IS TOO LONG SOOO (also why am i 3 days late..😑) anywho it’s 1 in the morning so <33 lovely anon

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oh my god the fact that you cried nearly made me cry too😭😭🥺🥺 (also, your brother LMAO), i wasn‘t even sure if you‘d see it but i immediately thought of you so of COURSE i included you <333

the hulu police lsjsjaiaik, girl i was ready to get a hulu membership when i wanted to watch big time adolescence and i couldn‘t find it anywhereee, and when i got to the payment it said i need a bank account that‘s based in the US or whatever. like bro i was about to pay you!! but i was forced to find it somewhere (and i did, on levidia,— not that i‘ve ever used it because it‘s illegal 😤 i would never!!! i‘d rather support billion dollar companies and spend my money on watching films that i can find for free 🥰🥰🥰 not

i‘ve found chaos walking online so i‘ll watch it som time this week!! also YES TELL ME THE STORY

okay so idk if you watched/are planning on watching falcon and winter soldier but i watched the first episode the other day and they were speaking french (just a few seconds) and I UNDERSTOOD SOME WORDS DLDJDJ and i was so proud of myself. i‘ve only ever learned french with duolingo lol (i only do like 5 mins a day and that‘s why i was so surprised that i understood some of it!!). and yeah apart from latin i feel like italian, german, french and english are all similar in a sense.. i mean obviously they‘re completely different languages but for example there are some grammatical constructions in french that i think i wouldn‘t understand if i only spoke english? so when i translate those things into english you can‘t directly translate them bc you say things differently, but when i translate them into german then it makes more sense to me. idk that‘s something i noticed so i feel like if you already know multiple languages it‘s easier to learn another language compared to if you only know one language and are trying to learn a second one. even if the languages aren‘t similar then i think you get the hang of it easier.

ikd slsjsjs also i don‘t want you to think that i‘m a linguistic genius or anything lmfao, like i‘m only fluent in english and german and i‘m just a wannabe (ew that word) polyglot sksj (yes i had to google polyglot— i do think learning ancient greek would be super cool tho? like imagine studying latin AND ancient greek, whew). and honestly i don‘t think i‘ll ever be fluent in another language bc i don‘t plan on living anywhere other than germany or possibly england and i‘m not dedicated enough to properly learn any other languages esp if i don‘t have anyone to speak the language with. but i still try my best and i just love language/languages as a whole so yeah i‘m happy & just learning as much as i can dkdjh🥰

(I guess language/linguistics are/is my passion (which sounds sooo lame lmaoooo) and the word passion comes from the latin word pati (i think💀) which means to suffer, and in german passion is called Leidenschaft which basically means suffering too, idk why i‘m telling you this maybe you know it already. but ok dumb fun fact, in german you can make compound words with as many words as you like, and the longest official german word is Rindfleischetikettierungsüberwachungsaufgabenübertragungsgesetz which is a law for the monitoring of labels on beef... this is such a dumb fact but i think about that word like once a day idk why dodjsjsj so... 👁👄👁)

but i‘ll stop boring you with my linguistics talk because truly i don‘t know much about languages but i am interested omg i‘m gonna shut up now.

now water + sharks. (so in non-covid times i always go to croatia with my dad during the summer, and even before ever watching a shark film i was always kind of scared in water.. but after watching so many shark films wldjdj HELP Like you know when you go deeper into the ocean and you can‘t see or feel the ground/floor? anymore.. then i just start imagining sharks. like i can‘t help it i just imagine a shark sneaking up on me or feeling something graze my foot ABD I JUST START FREAKING OUT SSKJSHSJ. idk. anyway kdkdh i do love the ocean/swimming though but the older i get the more i realise how fucking scary the ocean is ( even if we’re gonna disregard sharks)

your brother... what‘s wrong with him? HOw CAN YOU NOT LIKE MUSIC LIKE WHAT THE FAWK

OKAY BUT SAME ABOUT THE ADORE YOU MUSIC VIDEO DLDKDJSJSKSLSLKSKSJSHSH and yeah i have to say harry’s style (styles lol) as a solo artist isn‘t reaaally my cup of tea, and i only like the popular songs from his second album and the first album is only good when i‘m in the right mood (haven‘t actually listened to it in a while though, but kiwi is one of my all time favourites along with only angel but i hate the start, like it takes 40 seconds to actually begin properly). i like mgk and because of him i watched the dirt which is a film about motley crue, and now one of my favourite songs ever is same ol situation and i‘m into rock now lol. +++ justin bieber. I had a justin bieber cardboard cutout thingy😭 i was the biggest Belieber on earth when i was 13-16, but i didn‘t like his last album and tbh he‘s become a bit weird lately, BUT OH MY GOD. i Listened to his new album yesterday and i‘m in LOVE with the song hold on

i really like niall‘s music toooo!!!! And doja cat 😌😌😌😌 And THE VAMPS OG MY GOD. i got to see them live bc they were the opening/support act for little mix and ajdsjskslslsjsjsj. (Also i love concerts, some of the best memories of my life are concerts, i‘ve seen nicki minaj live 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 and justin twice and my heart fills every time i think about how excited i was, it was my first concert ever (16th of September 2016 😌) and i was the happiest person alive seeing justin drew fucking bieber (even if i‘m not tooo sure about justin nowadays)

i have a confession? Idk what hamilton is. I mean I‘ve heard about it and i keep googling it but i‘ve never watched it (is it even a film???? or like a proper musical? also pls tell me you grew up with high school musical. i have a few friends who didn‘t and it makes me so sad 😭😭😭 hsm is the best thing to happen to my childhood , the sooooongs— i still listen to some of them every week or month lool they make me so happy)

(Okay wait i was about to recommend some stormzy songs but you said you‘re not that into rap so i won‘t dksksjl)

What you said about my fic AHSLSLSJB (i wasn‘t sure if you sent an ask about it earlier? idk that might have been someone else, so if it was (and you‘ve read it already) i hope you liked it sksjsj i was...... unsure about it. and i have this reeaaallly long peter fic that i started writing in december and that‘s the only peter thing i currently want to write but also i can‘t because idk how to continue kddjj.) but I’m definitely getting back into writing i have a few blurbs that i want to write so 🥰🥰🥰

Oh and pls as soon as you read this let me know: violet or yellow? (it‘s just a tiny thing for my new theme slsksj)

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wips!

Hey y’all, author here (still feels weird calling myself that ngl) I was inspired by @meetthefundies​ post about pose making from a while back and decided I’d take the dive and finally get into cc making for the sims 4. It’s always something that I’d thought about, and with corona basically shutting everything down I’ve had ample time to try and learn how to do things. The whole of last month was basically a bunch of trial and error, YouTube watching, and Tumblr scrolling (coupled with my parents asking why I have pictures of random white people saved onto my google drive almost every other night 😂💀)

In the middle of august my dad caught corona, and so the government isolated my whole family and I in the house (he’s all better now thankfully) for 2 weeks, meaning I had 14 uninterrupted days of just coming up with different designs and trying to make things work. So this post is to basically just put out there what I’ve been working on, a few have made it into my game to be play tested, but so far only one has actually left CAS 😂 I know these are definitely major works in progress, but my anxiety means that I’d keep redoing things over and over again in an attempt at perfection while the rational side of me tells me that everyone has a starting point - this one is just mine. Anyway, I’m rambling (as usual), so let me just post the damn picture so I can go back to actually working on these pieces 😂😂

I’ll start with the casual clothes,

This is what I’m working on right now, ironically it’s the easiest thing I’ve done so far. This is essentially one of those ‘Snoga’ sports skirt things that fundies wear, this is the second round because the first had annoying clipping that meant I had to go in and change the design. If this one turns out fine enough then I will make different skirt/legging length combinations, but for now I just need this to be usable enough in game to warrant making different styles. 

Sleeveless frumper dress thing (I’ll sit down and come up with names for these later 😂) 

This was inspired by Anna Marie Maxwell and her #fabulous frumpers as well as the frumpers the Maxwells used to wear in the 2000s, I stalked the Maxwell blog right back to the beginning and just started saving pictures 💀 This is so far the only thing that’s made it into an actual game save, and you’ll be seeing a sim or two wearing this in different swatches in around a month since my queue is now below one month long. This dress is probably between the 8th and 10th attempt at making a basic frumper as this is what I started trying to make as I was trying to learn everything I could about making cc.

Basic short sleeved cheap looking dress (like I said, official names will come later 😂)

This your basic average amazon dress that fundies love ( a la bates sisters boutique style) I’m at that point where my instagram explore page thinks I’m a 14 year old Apostolic girl or a baptist mother of 8 looking to change my style, so I have a wealth of inspiration to choose from 😂 This is something I made and forgot about because I got excited about the exercise skirt almost working in game, meaning that this hasn't even made it into blender yet. 

Now we can move onto the formal stuff:

Ruffle mother of the bride/groom dress

This is my attempt on that blue ruffle dress that Kelly Jo Bates wore to Erin and Zach’s weddings. I initially tried to make it exactly like the dress she wore, but then I realised I was falling into the tendency of making things hard on myself unnecessarily 😂 This has made its way into CAS but there was some awkward clipping around the arms which I need to fix in blender, and will fix the textures before I can try and test it again.

Fishscale type dress 

Yup, you guessed it, this is my take on that dress. This made it into blender, but seeing the uv_0 layout made me go “eek” and distract myself with something else 💀 I’m probably going to go in and change the design, take some creative license and change the ‘fishscales’ around because there's only so much space in the uv map. 

Wedding Dress 1 aka the ‘Anna Marie’

I’ve highkey been calling this one the ‘Anna Marie’ in my folders because this wedding dress is directly inspired by hers (fyi: this link does take you directly to the Maxwell family blog, that web archive website is banned where I live and I’m not sure how to upload an archived link with my vpn on cause sometimes my laptop starts moving mad) This dress is one step away from being tested in game, and was so far the easiest dress to ‘design’ because there's literally nothing on it. I have been watching some more advanced texturing tutorials and want to try and make this look a bit better than it came out in my initial texturing attempts before I bring it I game to test.

Wedding Dress 2 aka the ‘Elissa’

This dress was inspired by Elissa Maxwell’s wedding dress, there's not many close up details of her dress so at some point I just got creative and probably the only thing I can really lend to her dress is the gathering on the side. The bolero came in as an idea after I had attempted doing these cute sleeves but was defeated after a while, so I changed things up so as not to frustrate myself 😂 This dress also has a bit more texturing needed before I can attempt to see how it looks in CAS, but I think I'll just see what happens with this one.

Wedding Dress 3 aka the EBP

In my head this dress was meant to resemble what Erin Bates Paine wore to her wedding, as in, a dress that is fine and would be considered modest (albeit a bit dated) but is chopped and skewed to make it EVEN MORE modest. The kind of changes that are obvious so the whole world knows you’re extra special and extra modest. This dress was an experiment as I played around and attempted to construct a corset back for this dress and the ruched tacked on sleeves, which turned out alright but it needs a bit of tweaking here and there, as well as an overhaul of the initial texture I'd tried out for this dress. In the notes app on my phone the initial look I was going for with this dress was “EBP overly frilly disaster” because that’s what I thought her wedding dress was like, but when I found pictures I decided I’d save the overly frilly disaster for when I was slightly better at the whole cc making thing.

Anyway, this is what I’ve got for now, I’ve got a swim dress thing next on my list which might be slightly easier to bring from start to finish? Not sure, at this point its hit and miss with how the weights transfer which affects the end result. I do have to say, seeing all these unfinished things laid out has sort of reinvigorated me to try and finish what I’ve already started before making something else, especially since a lot of them just require me to play around with the texture.

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Coming Home

So people are starting to self-isolate for their health, and of course that means I’m going create content to make their lives just a little better! Whether you are separated from friends or family and/or sick I hope my content makes things a little brighter.

Here’s some Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood for now. Three tiny one shots. Can be taken as one or three. So...a three-shot? Post-canon but before that one picture :). Will maybe try to get some Zelda stuff out ahead of “schedule” but we’ll see. She says as if she had a schedule in the first place.

Stay safe, be kind and considerate to others, all that good human being stuff.

“Rockbell Automail, how can I help you?”

“Um…”

Ed snickered away from the phone.

“Yeah, I’d like to make an appointment,” he continued with his signature smug smirk.

“Are you a returning customer?”

“…no.”

What a lie.

“So, a consultation then?”

“A week from today,” Ed said. “Three o’clock.”

Winry was surprised at how forward he was, yet she scheduled it anyway.

“Okay, you’re in the books,” she said, closing the pen while holding the phone on her shoulder with her head.

“Oh, I almost forgot! What’s your name?”

Ed smiled and leaned back in his chair, placing his right foot on his left leg in a relaxed position. With a casual tease, he started,

“You might know me as the Fullme—”

“ED!” She exclaimed, Ed leaning away from the loud noise with a chuckle.

“You jerk!” He heard her say once he returned to the transceiver. “I wrote that in pen!”

“Wait,” she heard, just right before she was about to cross it off. 

“Keep it,” he said before hanging up abruptly and bursting out in laughter, Winry simultaneously letting out an excited inhale with wide eyes.

“Alphonse!”

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Winry clasped her hands as the train came to a stop, puffs of steam billowing around the steel plating until they cleared.

Her long, blonde hair had been blown by the exhaust, yet now it settled, dangling upon her shoulders. 

She stood right where she last saw him, the exact spot that he disguised a proposal as a desperate exclamation of the “laws of equivalent exchange”. She wondered if all alchemists were so set in their ways and words.

Then again, Edward Elric likely didn’t know of any other way to say it.

She maintained the anticipation in her heart as people started to step off the train, greeting them with a soft smile while still leaning her head left and right to get the first glimpse of him.

And, of course, he was the last to appear, his flamboyant nature to make every entrance his and his alone not quite lost. 

Edward beamed a great big smile at the sight of Winry.

He stepped off the train and didn’t stop, his bag releasing from his fingers as he walked to Winry like only she mattered.

His bag could fall to the tracks for all he cared.

Winry giggled as he approached, Edward bringing both his hands to her cheeks.

“How’s your le—mm…”

With a downward tilt of his neck he had captured his lips with hers, Winry returning the gesture by going in her tiptoes and placing a hand on the back of his head.

She withdrew as she came back down, Winry pursing her lips with a gaze angled slightly downward. It was as if she was trying to contain a laugh.

“What?” He asked with a chuckle.

Ed looked to his right, doing a double take before he registered their audience in his mind.

“Oh,” he said, his face bluing and paling as he seemed to shrink down, hunching over with his arms hanging down.

Before the couple was Pinako Rockbell, Mei Chang, and Alphonse Elric, all with mouths popped open in shock.

“Who knew that two months in the West would make Edward Elric such a romantic?” Winry asked, running her fingers through his hair before rearranging it the smallest ways.

“Only for you, my dear,” he grumbled.

“B-brother…” Alphonse stammered.

Ed perked up immediately, scratching the back of his head.

“H-hey, Al.”

“How come we never do that!” Mei exclaimed pointedly at Alphonse with her hands on her hips.

“Whoa,” Alphonse said, holding his hands out. His face was burning red. “H-hold on.”

Pinako paid them no mind, pacing towards Edward and Winry.

“It’s about time you came home,” she said. “I don’t want to see you and your brother continue your father’s nasty habit of staying away.”

“You know I couldn’t stay away for long,” Ed replied as Winry took notice of his bag, grabbing it before returning to his side. “I guess you could say that my life is here.”

“I see,” Pinako replied before starting a walk off. “Come now, Mei, let’s finish teaching you how to make that pie.”

“Alphonse’s favorite pie!” She exclaimed as fisted hands squeezed her cheeks, the light in her eyes so big that it almost washed out her surroundings. “Are you coming, Al?”

“Yeah, I’ll catch up in a bit,” he said, prompting Mei to walk along the path with Pinako.

He looked to his brother with a warm smile, both with golden eyes that teased tears. 

All this time and Edward still knew to treasure how lucky he was to have his brother. After everything they had been through, to hold him in the flesh was something he hoped he’d never take for granted.

So, no words needed to be said as they hugged each other, the presence of the other such a familiar comfort even when they let go.

“I hope you didn’t have to much fun in the East without me,” Ed said.

Al gave a small laugh, his shoulders going up and down with a shrug.

“Nothing I can’t recall.”

“Good,” Ed said.

Winry handed the bag to Ed before they started walking along, Ed slinging it over his shoulder.

They watched Alphonse run to catch up with Pinako and Mei, Winry surprised by the sensation of Ed’s left hand entangling with hers.

She looked to him, yet his focus was on the horizon, that determined gaze he would get when he knew he would win a fight or when he was about to clap his hands together to perform alchemy.

Only now it was softer, his eyes brightened by the sunny day, those golden eyes catching light in such a mesmerizing way.

“Granny has been calling me Winry Elric ever since you left,” Winry said as they strolled along the path. “She refuses to address me by anything else.”

Ed smiled to himself.

“Why would she call you that?” He teased.

Ed’s smile released further when Winry purposely and playfully bumped into him.

“That’s all you’ve got?” he retorted.

“I didn’t bring my wrench.”

“You might need a whole stash if we’re getting married.”

“Already taken care of, pipsqueak.”

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Winry grabbed a wrench from the tray beside her, running her thumb up and down its’ edge with a smile.

This was the wrench she had used when she first built his automail appendices, the arm and the leg that were taken because he loved his mother and brother so much.

She looked to him now, laying on his bent arms with his hands clasped behind his head, staring at the ceiling.

The strength in him was truly in his care for others, how that never faltered, never degraded due to fear. His love, all love, is what makes humans greater than their sins, their lust, their greed, their gluttony, their envy, their sloth, their wrath, their pride. Edward knew well that to forget love and compassion was the greatest sin of them all. 

So, to have his love was the greatest blessing Winry could ever hope for.

Perhaps young and naive to some, that young boy he once was knew little of the world and its’ rules, performing the taboo with only one consequence in mind. Some might warrant him a monster for attempting human transmutation, damning his brother’s body and his own limbs just to see the life in their mother’s smile.

Yet, there are far worse monsters than those who value, above all else, life.

There was, after all, no equal trade for life. Unparalleled are the bounds by which it portends, for miles and miles, infinite reaches to foreign places. The truth is, that life could only come from love, and vice versa.

Winry shook her head, pulling her out of the trance.

Using the wrench, she tightened the mechanisms, Edward repositioning his head to comfortably look at her.

“You’re beauti—AAH!”

He sat up straight at the sensation.

“WINRY, I SWEAR TO TRUTH!”

“Sorry,” Winry said. “I may have gone too far.”

Edward’s head fell back onto the pillow with a sigh.

“You were saying?” She prompted with a smirk.

“You’re a real piece of work,” Ed said, grumbling, his forearm on his forehead.

Winry’s expression grew into a smile as she adjusted his automail’s tightness.

“And,” he started, blushing. “You…y-you’re beautiful.”

Winry started to blush as well.

“As beautiful as any human can be, n-not that there are laws to dictate—”

“Do male alchemists know anything about talking to girls?” Winry interrupted, replacing the wrench in her hand with a screwdriver

“Probably not,” Ed replied, relieved that he was stopped from blabbering on.

“If our Flame Alchemist is any indication,” she said. “I’d have to agree.”

Winry sat back in her chair.

“How does that feel?”

“Better,” Ed said, sitting up completely and testing slight movements of his leg.

Winry stood up, collecting her things.

“If I don’t get to my room soon, Granny will tease me for the rest of my life.”

“You mean the rest of her life.”

Winry chuckled.

“Sometimes I feel like she’s going to outlive us a—EEK!”

Edward had suddenly grabbed her by the waist, giving her no choice but for her to surrender to his hold, them both falling to the bed.

“Ed!” She yelled, laughing as he tickled her with a mischievous grin. “Ed, stop!”

He stopped immediately, her back now flush against his chest, his hands hugging her waist.

“I love you, you know that, right?” He asked near her ear.

She turned herself to face him, cupping her hand at his cheek.

Winry kissed him deeply and passionately, Ed matching if not surpassing the desperation.

“Does that answer your question, pipsqueak?”

“Will I ever live that down?”

“Not until you drink milk.”

Edward grumbled indistinguishably as Winry stood up to leave.

He sat up with a thankful smile as she neared the door, his eyes full of love. He couldn’t stay mad at her long.

Winry opened the door only to see Alphonse about to knock at it, Winry raising her eyebrows in surprise.

“Hi, umm,” Alphonse said, lowering his arm. “Could you keep the noise down? Some of us still have sleep to catch up on. You know, being a suit of armor and all.”

“It’s been two years, Al,” Ed said dryly, unamused.

“Still…”

“I was just about to leave anyway,” Winry said, assuring him.

“Yippee,” Alphonse said unenthusiastically as he walked off. He did sound tired.

Winry gave Edward a peck on the lips where he sat on the foot of his bed.

“Goodnight,” he said out of the kiss.

“Goodnight, Fullmetal Alchemist,” Winry said, closing the door behind her and departing.

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Dude I love KiruKiyo with ALL of my heart and I’m so sad it’s so underrated :( do you have any headcanons for them? Or maybe you could make a ship meme?

I actually have heaps of head canons! Here some them (I didn’t list more of the darker ones thought) and I agree!! I wish this ship had more content ;-;

This all takes place in like, non despair cause that’s how we roll.

-Kirumi ran into Kiyo on their first day school, she was running late and crashed into him cause she didn’t realise someone was close to the classroom door. Kiyo bumped into the wall and they kinder just stared into each other’s eyes for a moment before introducing themselves and apologising (I can picture Tsumugi watching on going shipppp)

- Kirumi and Kiyo study together either at the library at school and her place. They studied at Kiyos place once but it didn’t end greatly

-Kiyo gives her roses with a little note on her desk at school, the note is basically just telling her how much he cares for her (this happened before they started dating

-they got together after a school dance where they spent the rest of the night together end woke up each other’s arms.

- kiyo loves cuddling up to Kirumi, he digs his face into her back and cuddles her under the blanket, it’s comforting to him, just being around her calms him

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- kirumi also likes wearing Kiyos clothes, it’s a quick throw on when she comes home from work, she just grabs one of his shirts and changes into it. Kiyo jokes about getting a shirt his size just for her but she said its better when it’d his shirts. Same goes for jumpers too.

-Kiyo has his showers SUPER hot and Kirumi sometimes forgets when she jumps in the shower with him and feels the water on her skin (sometimes your husband is taking too long in the shower so you just gotta jump in as well)

“EEK Kiyo what the hell? How haven’t you died yet with the heat of this shower”

“We’ve been living together for ages now and you just realised, my love?”

- They didn’t go on a proper honeymoon when they got married, Rantaro, Kokichi and Kaede did their room up to look nice after they returned home (they didn’t trust Miu at all with doing so, somehow Kokichi didn’t prank them but he knew it was their day)

- thought they did join Rantaro and his Partner on Holiday, it was like this fancy Boat on some island (Rantaro and Kiyo are Loaded, due to their families being wealthy) for a week and a bit. Kirumi likes to chill back at the boat while her husband and his best friend adventure around the area

- Kirumi likes to brush Kiyos hair and braid it so it stays in place during the night. Kiyo also allows his children to do the same.

I have like, heaps more but these are just a few of them <3