#like I made the brown in their hair out of golden yellow orange and red

[ralofofriverwoods]

I need y’all’s advice on a very serious matter:

What color should the background for this painting be? The reference photo has a black bg but I don’t know if it will look good.

I could do it like a green color or something, to match their hair perhaps? I could also do it dark blue to match their eyes.

reference photo is under the cut

[shdysders]

letters with grief

pairing: jenna ortega & female!reader

summary: in which jenna visits you, with a letter.

word count: 2k

warnings: mentions of verbal fights & car accident

author’s note: i actually really like this one, lmk if something doesn’t make sense.

The air was all crisp and cool, the trees were wearing their fiery coats of orange, red, and yellow, and the breeze danced through the leaves.

The gentle wind tousling Jenna's hair, making it fall in front of her face, obstructing her view of the gravel path she walked on were a few orange leafs had made its appearance.

"Hello gorgeous.." Jenna said, receiving no answer except for the autumn breeze that blew heavier onto her figure.

She carefully lowered herself onto the velvety carpet of autumn's golden blades, crossing her legs. Hands digging in the pockets of her jacket. Your jacket.

"I..uhm.. I wrote a letter..for you" She sniffled, her nose growing red and runny from the cold weather and the inappropriate garments for the fall.

Jenna carefully unfolded the letter, and as the paper unfurled, a gentle symphony of whispers filled the air, captivating her senses.

The piece of paper revealed the long text, the letters were messy and all over the place, looking like a jumbled puzzle, with words scattered and tangled like a messy room.

A chuckle erupted from Jenna's mouth as she could hear you giggle and make fun of her gibberish handwriting, like you always did. Every single time she wrote the grocery list or anything at all, you would joke and make small comments about her sloppy writing.

"I know.." Jenna smiled softly, tucking her brown hair behind her ears. "Who even writes letters anymore?.." She scrunched her nose, your laughter basically echoing in her eardrums.

She fiddled with the letter, almost considering the option of just not reading it at all, however she knew she had to. Otherwise she would never get this out, which meant she would have to feel this closed feeling within her at all times, and Jenna knew she couldn't live with that.

"But.. I didn't know how else I'd get this out of my head.." She continued.

A year ago, Jenna would be laughing at what she was doing in this moment, she would've felt ridiculous. Talking about a handwritten letter when she knew she wouldn't get any answers.

However she pushed those thoughts away, exhaling deeply before her shaky voice began appearing.

"I'm so sorry that the fame affected you and your family as well.." Jenna could already feel tears burning in her eyes, just the thought of you made her nose start to run uncontrollably, how could she ever tell you all of the things the letter contained?

Jenna knew very well that the fame would have a big influence on you, she had told you that multiple times before you became an official couple. But when she had explained it; she meant that the paparazzi and the headlines could be the influence, not that she would be it herself.

Everybody knew relationships in the spotlight were complicated, it was common knowledge. Even Jenna knew that. But she had never thought about what the complications might've been based on. In fact, she couldn't even tell when the conflicts actually happened.

Jenna never knew where all of the rage came from. It might've been stress, anxiety or something completely unrelated to any of those, regardless of the underlying reasons, she was aware that her actions towards you were inexcusable.

She would never be able to forgive herself for having those outbursts at you. You were never doing anything wrong. Never.

You would wait up for her whenever she was having late night shootings. You would prepare nice meals for her whenever she arrived home, so she wouldn't go to sleep with an empty stomach. You would hold her tight and brush your fingers through her hair until she fell asleep, knowing she always had a hard time sleeping alone.

You did everything she could've possibly asked for, but Jenna never gave anything back.

She hadn't realized it at first. Not until she had scared you so badly that you had stormed out of your shared apartment.

Jenna would arrive home, scream at you for things you couldn't control, start unnecessary arguments that were either non-existent or non-current or sometimes ignore you fully.

She would call you repulsive things just because you didn't talk back, sometimes even blaming you for the stress situations she met at her job.

You didn't know what was happening to her, watching her turn from this sweet loving girlfriend, to a ticking bomb who would explode any moment without any reason.

She would burst at you for being quiet, but she would also rage if you were too talkative. You had no idea how to act around her, she was never going to be pleased.

Jenna did know that she was being unusually unpleasant to be around. Although she had thought that it was only temporarily, that it would disappear when she finished wrapping the stress filled projects she was working on.

She wanted to be better. She wanted to be better for you. She knew you deserved way more than what she was giving you. Despite she never made an effort to get better. Even though she wanted to.

Yet that night. Everything had flipped.

"You were right.." Jenna mustered a laugh, but vulnerability seeped through, turning it into an awkward melody, while her tears danced, trying to wipe them away.

"I needed real help." She continued, swallowing the lump in her throat. Fiddling with the edge of the paper. "Like you told me."

The pit in Jenna's stomach got deeper when she realized that you had been right the whole time.

When Jenna had arrived home that night, you had been situated in the couch, waiting for her, like you always did. However, something had been different. The way you tensed when Jenna came home, the way your hands were almost shaking.

Jenna was trying to keep her outburst within her this time. She noticed you were scared, so she knew that was for the best.

But something inside of her switched when you had opened your mouth.

You had told her that you thought it would be suitable for Jenna to seek help for her recent outbursts and raging personality. You thought that if she would be able to talk about her feelings, maybe she wouldn't take them out on you.

Obviously, you were wrong. It had been the complete opposite.

The rage and stress had taken over Jenna's body, making her scream and ramble stuff she didn't know existed in her.

She couldn't remember everything she had said. But the things she could reminisce were things that almost made her feel the need to throw up.

You had watched Jenna with eyes wide open from fear, backing away from her, afraid that she would eventually get the idea to hit you.

You had apologized repeatedly while she was screaming at you, telling you everything she thought you 'had done wrong' and why you should've been the one seeking help instead.

Eventually, she had screamed for you to get out of the apartment, that she couldn't stand the look of you and didn't want to see you again. You couldn't do anything else but follow her screaming instructions, too afraid to revolt and see what she would do next.

When you had left, Jenna had tried to calm herself down. She had planned on apologizing to you when she got back, because she knew you would. Sure, she had been a bitch, but she was sure you would still come back. Right?

"I just.." Jenna exhaled and closed her eyes, trying to imagine your face in front of her, like that would make the letter easier to read out.

"I wanted you to know that what happened afterwards had nothing to do with you.."

The tears began rolling faster down her cheeks as Jenna recalled the thousands of text messages she had sent you that night. When she didn't receive an answer to any of them, she just thought that you were probably still upset.

But when evening time arrived and you had yet to arrive home, she began to feel worried; you had never been gone for the night whenever she raged at you. Maybe she pushed you too far? She couldn't tell, since she couldn't remember half the things she had said.

She didn't remember anything that had exploded out of her mouth. She didn't remember telling you that she couldn't stand the sight of you, when she was the one in the wrong.

The things she did remember was how the local police departments number had popped up on her phone, and how she had answered the call with a shaky voice and hands.

She remembered dropping the phone on the floor, the screen almost breaking due the hard tiles.

She remembered rushing to the hospital the second she heard you were there. She remembered running into the building, hearing the nurses explain that your survivor chances were low due the extreme crash.

You had been hit. By a drunk truck driver. He had survived. Almost leaving the scene with no injuries.

You weren't that lucky.

You didn't make it.

It had been revealed later that you had zero chances of living. The staff had just told her that you did because they wanted her to think that. But in reality, you were already unconscious when they arrived at the scene.

Jenna never got the chance to see you again. Just like her raging wishes had said.

That's why everything that happened wasn't your fault. It was all hers.

Jenna couldn't live with herself knowing you passed thinking she hated you. Nothing felt right when you weren't around.

When she now arrives home at night, the apartment is empty. There's no warmth when she walks into the hall, no embrace or cooked dinner, no lit candles except for the ones that remained lit next to the photo of you.

She hated thinking of it. The fact that you were gone. You weren't with her anymore, and you never would be.

Yet, at the same time she felt like that was what she deserved. She treated you like a burden, she told you that you were a burden. So why would she have the rights to feel sorrowful?

Jenna didn't deserve you. She knew that. That's why she liked to think that your soul went somewhere better than here.

You were too nice for this world. You had to be somewhere else.

You used write letters to Jenna every month, telling her your favorite things about her and how much you loved her. The letters lessened when she got so mad every night.

And now she'd never get them anymore.

Jenna let out a sob as she thought of you. The tears staining the letter. "I'm so sorry you can't be here..here where you wanted to be." Her voice was quivering, shaky breaths coming out.

Your zest for life was something Jenna always admired in you. Always seeing the positive side and wanting the best for everyone. Even if they did something horrible to you.

And it was for that reason Jenna knew that you probably would've forgiven her for this too. Even though it got you killed.

"I can feel you everywhere I go." Jenna wiped her streaming tears with the sleeve of her shirt, trying to prevent the salty water on the paper to smudge out the letters.

Your laugh, your smile, your love and touch. It was everywhere with her. Every single thing about you that she loved so dearly, the things that she didn't appreciate in the last months she had with you.

She had taken everything with you for granted.

If she closed her eyes hard enough at night, she could see you, hear you, and feel you, the way you were, the way you were always meant to be.

Jenna knew she couldn't get by without you. But she knew she deserved to live in pain for the rest of her life, for what she did to you.

No matter how much work and interviews she buried herself in, no matter how much she cried and begged for you to come back, no matter how many times she'd visit your grave and beg for forgiveness, you'd always be gone.

"I love you. And I'm sorry.."

[calumfmu]

i really love your fics! could i request steve x f’girl reader? i love flipping tropes on their heads!

Hiiii!! Thank you so much <3 Sorry that this took so long, I'm getting out of a writer's rut, but this definitely helped me. I hope that this sufficed. I wasn't sure how smutty you wanted it, so I kinda met you in the middle. Steve x Fuckgirl!Reader 18+ mdni; smut-ish, heavy petting, making out, premature orgasm (lol quick Steve), allusions to sex, 4.4k+ words (Jesus h Christ, Im trying I swear)

It was late in Hawkins when you stumbled into the Family Video, sunset spreading golden orange and yellows across the sky. An overhead bell rang above you, signaling your arrival to the near empty store.

“Welcome in,” you heard a far away, meek voice say to you, you looked up to see a brunette girl, hair cut short and over sized vest hanging over her small frame. You raised your eyebrows in a greeting to her, hand waving slightly in her direction. Noticing how she blushed in response and quickly ducked her head, you laughed to yourself, used to those type of reactions from people—women and men alike.

You recognized her from school, a few years younger than you, was in band or something of the sort. Not really your crowd to hang with, but someone you briefly remembered from that time. She ran over to say something to another worker a few feet away from the counter, stumbling over her feet in the process.

Searching through horror films, you were bent at the waist, blue denims squeezing your hips in all the right places. Running your fingers over the VHS cases, you were startled by a hip crashing into the shelf next to you. The man to which it belonged to faked his cool, leaning against the shelf with one elbow, and his other hand running through his hair, smoothing it back into place.

Giving him a once-over with a raised eyebrow, you stood to your full height. He smiled at you, brown puppy dog eyes crinkling behind the size of the grin.

“Welcome to Family Video,” he rushed, sticking a hand out for you to shake. You eyed the hand briefly, smile toying at the corners of your mouth as you reached up to meet it.

“I think she’s got you beat, big boy,” you laughed, nodding your head over to the brunette who leaned over the counter to watch your interaction. Upon noticing you look at her, she turned around quickly, pressing random buttons on the cash register as if she hadn’t been staring.

The man turned to look at her, red blush covering his cheeks. “We just like to give all of our customers equal satisfaction, if you know what I mean.”

You gave him a face, wincing at the attempt of flirting he tried giving you. Turning back to the tapes, you were set on ignoring him, not really interested in his attempt for… whatever this was. He didn’t let up, choosing to straighten up and adjust his collar, fixing his sleeves as you found sudden interest in a description of a movie.

He cleared his throat, “I’m Steve. Steve Harrington.”

His hand shot out again for you to shake, dropping it once he realized he had already done that. The girl’s laughter in the background urged some of your own, this man—Steve—being the worst at flirting you had ever seen in your life.

Clearing his throat, his voice was shaky as he said, “What can I help you find today?”

You briefly looked at him, noticing the confidence he had that flowed off of him. It was in the wrong place though, his flirting, if you could call it that, was all terribly wrong, nothing of the sort that you would expect from someone with his looks. There was something about him though, something that made him seem like he knew what he was doing even if his efforts were being missed. You could tell he had some sort of game, it all being lost on you.

“Think I’m managing just fine here.”

He chewed at the inside of his lip, seemingly wondering how to get around the rejection you gave him, short answers not giving him any room to continue. You grabbed a different movie off the shelf, satisfied with it as you turned to move towards the counter. He blocked your path, chest broad as his arms were crossed over it.

You ran your eyes over his chest, admiring the way the material stretched taut over muscle, showing off biceps you would love to imagine wrapped around you. Smirking up at him, you indulged in the feeling, ready to have some fun with the nervous boy stood in front of you.

“I can give you a few suggestions, hon.” The nickname had you staring up at him, eyebrows shooting up yet again. “Little Shop of Horrors? Really, I don’t think someone like you should be watching that alone.”

You pushed past him, fingers at your side lingering at his waist as you walked up to the counter to rent out. The girl—Robin, her name tag read—moved to help you, only to get knocked out of the way by Steve, his hurried attempt to make it around. Squinting your eyes at him, you shook your head, humour finding you as you realized his attempts wouldn’t stop.

“Watch it, shithead,” she grumbled, bumping him with her shoulder as she replaced him on the floor.

“Good thing I’m not watching it alone,” you smiled up at him, placing an ID on the counter for him to run your information. He said your name out loud, eyebrows wiggling at the mention of it. Rolling your eyes, you continued. “I’ve got a date with Billy Hargrove.”

Your thumb pointed outside, a blue Camaro parked outside the store that he noticed for the first time. Its loud engine could be heard from inside the store, rumbling so deeply you could feel it if you stopped long enough. His face fell, fingers faltering at the computer as he looked over at you.

“Billy? Seriously?”

You giggled, leaning across the counter as you decided to play into the game he was attempting—yet failing so miserably at. You smirked as his eyes dipped at your chest, noticing the way your low scooped top exposed more than it should’ve of. He tried to cover it up, clearing his throat as he made his return to the computer.

“Oh shit, did you have a date with him too?”

The look he gave you was incredulous, eyes deadpan as they cut to you.

“I’m just saying… not the best option,” he pointed to the tape in front of you, “to watch on a date with Hawkin’s worst option.”

You leaned even further, voice dropping lower. “Yeah, I don’t think the plan is to exactly… watch the movie.”

His face flushed as he turned to look at you, sliding the ID back over to you. Your eyes were hungry as his Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat, audible gulp filling the room. This was your favorite part about being the town’s “most eligible bachelorette”, watching people crumble around you even when you did nothing.

“Well, what are you doing after?” He leaned into your space, face closer to yours as he tried mustering up the confidence he once had. “Bet I could show you a better time than that Hargrove guy.”

A small tapping sound filled the tense air as your fingers moved across the counter, imitating a walking motion with your index and middle. You trailed them up to Steve, ‘walking’ them up his body until you met the junction of his jaw, hand reaching out to lightly rub him on the cheek.

Your fingers traced the light dusting of stubble, feeling the prick of the hairs underneath your fingertips. His eyes were focused on you as you touched him, eyes low with a glimmer behind them.

“Is that so, Steve Harrington?” You pouted at him, his eyes clouding over as your hand ran across his cheek to trial to his hair. The sound of his name on your lips had him gaping, teeth running across the expanse of his bottom lip. Giving his hair a light tug, he leaned into it, mouth dropping as you removed it, placing it back onto the counter.

You leaned in closer to his face, inches away from his mouth as he subconsciously moved closer to you as well. From the close proximity, you could feel his breath on your lips, the scent of spearmint hitting you. His eyes remained low, fixated on your mouth.

Right as he leaned in to close the distance, you moved away. “Maybe next week I could pencil you in, I’ve got another date at 10. Busy gal.”

You gave him the fakest smile you could manage, grabbing the tape before turning on your heel. Making your way to the door, you turned around once more, noticing the way his eyes were glued to your hips.

“I’ll be back Friday,” you said, his eyes shooting up to yours. He seemed stuck in a trance, mouth parted into an ‘o’ as he stared at you, deep red flushed across his cheeks and bridge of his nose. That Robin girl stood in the distance, her own look of shock present on her face as she apparently had been watching the entire interaction. “You know, return policy and all.”

You spun around, swinging the door open as you exited. Robin’s voice was the last you heard in the store, ‘The Scoops legacy continues.’ Billy’s car revved at you, engine blaring through as you swung your body inside.

“Took long enough, sweetheart?” His sunglasses were low on his nose as he looked over them at you. You fought the eye roll you wanted to give him, the smacks he gave to his gum overwhelming you.

“Yeah, yeah,” you muttered, coy smile on your lips as you reached a hand to place on his thigh. His foot hit the gas again, revving the vehicle as you trailed your fingers over his groin. “Don’t we have somewhere to be?”

The speed in which he pulled out of the parking lot was nearly comical, your head slamming back into the head rear as tires screeched on black asphalt. Thoughts of the Harrington boy filled your mind as your plans with Billy became closer to reality, he wasn’t supposed to be in there—wasn’t supposed to be clouding your judgement especially when your entire MO was not to let anything linger.

The doorbell rang as you were in the middle of throwing a shirt on over your exposed chest, the final bit of credits rolling from the horror movie you picked out. Irritation pricked at the back of your neck, figuring it was Billy, returning due to forgetting something or to finish the job.

Marching over to the front door, you prepared to yell at the blond. You had kicked him out of your place, frustrated as he had a few too many to get it up. He had been pushing at you for weeks, practically begging to get a date with you, and the second he got one, it ended like this. It was disappointing to say the least, yet what was to be expected every now and then from the pick of Hawkins.

Throwing the door open, you hissed, “What do you want, Bill—oh.”

A pleasant surprise. It was Steve, red flowers in one hand and a VHS tape in the other. He looked nervous yet hopeful, tight blue jeans and a crisp polo, covered by a black jacket. Tilting your head, you looked at him in surprise, not expecting him to be at your doorstep. Let alone, not knowing how he even got your address in the first place.

“So, this is the right place,” he beamed, stepping through the front door as you moved to the side, too shocked to even question it.

You closed the front door, following him into the living room as he turned to give you the flowers. You accepted them, looking down at them in shock as he became suddenly nervous, teeth returning to his bottom lip to chew.

Your mouth sputtered briefly, “What is—how did you—Steve, what are you doing here?”

He clasped his hands in front of himself, teetering on his feet as he nervously gazed at you. You felt slightly exposed, a foreign feeling, as you stood there in a plain white t-shirt and pajama bottoms. You crossed your hands at your chest, pushing down the feeling as he stood in front of you. Straightening your posture, your eyebrow arched at him, throat clearing away the thought of him looking so good in front of you.

“Well, you said you were hanging out with Billy to watch, y’know—“ his thumb pointed to the TV, his mouth quirking at the corners awkwardly, “and that’s only like an hour, 30. Then, you said you had a date at 10, leaving you a few hours to, uhh, hang or… something. Busy gal, ya know?”

The repeated words from earlier had you blushing this time, a smile crossing your face as he made himself comfortable. You tried to immediately get rid of it, a step out of character from your usual when it came to boys. His face flushed as he held up the tape he was holding: Fast Times at Ridgemont High. You stared at it and him, eyes jumping back and forth.

“Fast Times. Short runtime. Perfect duo, if you ask me,” he smiled, hair falling into his face as he stepped a bit closer to you. You laughed at him, feeling too shocked to even argue with him.

You led him into the living room, taking the tape into his hands before setting it up in the player. He fell onto the couch with a sigh, leg shaking nervously as he looked around the living room. You made your way over to him, sitting next to him as he looked at you, smile wider than ever.

“How did you know where I lived?” The TV was loud as it started, the two of you jumping at it. The two of you laughed as you realized you had ended up a bit closer to him, hand resting on his thigh. Removing it, you settled back into the couch, clearing your throat as you tried to remain cool. You didn’t like this, how Steve made you nervous despite not doing anything. That was supposed to be your role, he was supposed to be the one falling to your feet.

“What do you think we need your ID for over at the store?”

Shaking your head, you took a good look at him, noticing the way the man had moles dotted around his face, marking him in perfect places. In this moment, you did recognize who he was, him being a year below you when you used to run Hawkins High. He had stepped up to bat by the time you hit your junior year, rumors of him running rampant around the school. Based on this version of him that stood in front of you, you couldn’t tell what had happened to him—where his confidence and irresistible charm had gone.

“You’re so—“

“Smart?” He finished for you, blushing. “Nah, I can’t take credit for that. It’s all Robin, she’s, like, my wing-woman at this point.”

As the movie started, he began to relax, settling into the couch, and his palms rubbed the cloth over his knees, legs parted. Your knees were pulled up to your chest, yet body turned to him, engaged in conversation that allowed you to get to know the man in front of you. The movie was a blur in the background, the two of you facing each other, inches away with hands just shy of touching each other.

The landline rang, pulling you out of the conversation, Steve’s gaze lingering on you for a second too long as you contemplated picking it up.

“You’re not going to get that?” The drop in his voice had you distracted, mind wanting to hear just how low it could get.

“Uhhh… I’m just going to let it go,” you answered, leaning into him. The phone went silent, his eyes briefly darting to it before returning to you. You were much closer to him now, your tongue licking at the corner of your mouth. “Can I try something, Steve?”

“Uh huh,” he whispered, hand shooting up to place on your cheek as you leaned in. Your lips met, two pairs of eyes fluttering shut. He was soft, lips fitting snug into the shape of yours, tongue warm as it found its way into your mouth.

“You’re gonna get it now?” He muttered against your lips with a slight smile, pressing soft kisses to you. You hadn’t even noticed the phone was ringing again, too caught up in the way his fingers felt in your hair, the other planted softly at the base of your neck.

“I guess I should,” you didn’t even open your eyes, continuing the kiss as you began to straddle him, pressing him into the plush couch cushion. The phone went silent once more, only to be ringing again, in what seemed like a more urgent matter if that was even possible.

“For fuck’s sake,” you exclaimed, pushing off of him as you stormed over to it. “Who is it?”

Steve’s face was flushed, his hands adjusting his hair and pulling at the rumbled front of his shirt. He sat up slowly, pressing the back of his hand to his cheeks to cool them as he began to notice how flustered he had become. You trailed your eyes over him from across the room, hunger in your eyes.

“Oh, Billy—hey.”

The name had Steve stiffening, his face dropping as you continued the phone call. He directed his attention to the television once more, pretending to tune out the conversation, yet you knew he was listening.

Billy’s words in your ear were droning on, a blabber of speech that sounded strikingly similar to the parents in the Peanuts cartoons. You fought the eye roll, even if he couldn’t see it, you had to save face in front of Steve.

“Yeah, yeah, I get it, babe…” You spoke to him, putting up your best good girl voice that normally works in this situation. Steve’s head ticked slightly in your direction, eyes squinting barely. “Of course, we can try again. Anytime.”

Steve stood up, hands dusting over his jean pockets as he dug his foot into the carpet. He seemed as if he didn’t know what to do with himself, hands moving from in his pockets to outside to crossed at his chest to finally rest at his hips. He cleared his throat, you pulled the phone away from your ear to listen for his next words.

“Hey, uhh, I think I’m going to get going,” he muttered, face flushed as he pointed his thumb towards the front door. As he went to go turn, you hung up on Billy, ignoring his shout of protest as it hit the hook.

“Wait! You’re leaving?” You asked, rushing over to him as his back was turned to you. You placed your hands on his shoulders, fingers urging him to sit down before you returned to your previous position, knees caging in his hips, your bum pressed firm into his lap. His fingers came to rest at your fingers, spread wide over the expanse of skin, slightly pushing up your pajama top.

“I… you seemed busy,” he sounded distracted as you began to press kisses to his neck. His head hit the back cushion, hips rutting up into yours before he could even think of it. You ground down on him, a roll of your hips pulling a guttural moan from him.

“Can’t we have some fun first, Steve?”

His eyes fluttered shut at your hips worked magic over his, the bulge in his jeans growing by the second as your fingers explored his chest, finally feeling the firm press of muscle beneath them. Meeting his lips again, you pushed the kiss further, licking into his mouth with a fervor behind it.

He placed a hand in your hair, pulling you into him as your chest pressed against him, pants escaping your mouths.

“It’s okay, Steve,” You whispered against his mouth, arching up into him. He was beyond hard in this moment, grinding up into you as you worked him, movements slow, yet calculated over him. “I’m yours for tonight.”

He nodded into the kiss, pulling his hand towards the front of your sleep shorts, fingers dipping below the waist band to brush over your pubic bone. You gasped at the feeling, head pulling away from him to look down at his hand disappearing behind your shorts. His fingers brushed over you, slight pressure applied to your clothed clit.

You arched into the touch, your own hand coming to rub at the front of his pants, brushing over his bulge pressing at the front. The two of you became breathless, heavy pants filling the room as you rubbed at each other. His fingers moved in circles over you, the material of your panties separating the skin-on-skin contact dampening with each movement.

“You know, I’ve—“ his voice was strained, caught in his throat as he spoke, eyes low as he looked up at you on top of him. “I’ve always had a crush on y—“

You kissed him again, swallowing his words as the confession left your mouth. Your heart began to pound in your chest, arousal briefly leaving at the words. That was something you didn’t do, no, definitely not. He wasn’t going to sit here, look pretty as he fell apart, and confess his true feelings for you.

His breath hitched even further as you slipped your hand into the waistband of his jeans, gripping him through the thin material of his boxers. Fuck, of course, he’s huge, you thought to yourself. His looks, of course, weren’t enough for him.

The grasp on him had him mewling, hips coming up off the couch as you felt around, giving him light tugs. He tried keeping up the movements with his own fingers on you, failing as he fell apart under your touch. With a low moan, his hips stilling as he came, eyes squeezed shut with his chest heaving rapidly.

“Fuck,” he muttered, tongue darting out to dampen his red, kiss-swollen lips. You kissed its traces, giggling at him as he opened his eyes to meet you. You were tempted to sit there for a moment, get lost in the deep amber of his eyes, find yourself a home there. That wasn’t your MO, you couldn’t bring yourself to do that.

You pulled yourself from him, clambering off of him as you adjusted the front of your clothing. Glancing back at the tape forgotten on the tv, the credits began to roll, the distorted flashing of the Ridgemont Mall showing on screen.

“Hey, you didn’t even—“

You cut him off, smiling as you began to walk towards the tape, turning it off as you spoke, “You better get going.”

You handed him the tape, tucked into its sleeve as he sat on the couch, shirt ruffled up, pants loose at the waist, dark patch wet at the front. He glanced down at himself, embarrassment flooding his cheeks at the state he was in.

“What about…” He didn’t finish his words, shaking his head as he stood up off the couch. You sat in silence with one another as he fixed himself, his hands running through tendrils that lay across his forehead.

Walking him to the front door, you chewed at your bottom lip, feet shuffling under you as he stood in the door frame. You avoided eye contact, hand clasped on the door as he stood there, searching for something to say. You felt if you looked at him, you would cave, would give in to feelings that you knew would be bad for you.

“Could I, at least, see you again?”

The sound of his voice had you looking at him, heart beating faster as he looked so sincere with the porch light casting a halo around him. He looked unraveled, yet in the best way, cheeks still coloured red from his high.

You went to shake your head, wanted to explain your thing when it came to situations like this, yet you found yourself pausing in the movement. His confession earlier stung at you, eating away at a part of you that was surprising to even be there in the first place. Reluctantly, you nodded, ignoring the beam he gave you immediately.

“Friday,” you supplied, knuckles lightening in color as you gripped the wood. As he opened his mouth to speak, you covered it quickly, “Return policy and all.”

The joy was gone from him, smile falling just as quickly as he gave it to you. If there was any time for you to feel like a villain, it was now—this opportunity feeling like taking candy from a child. Only it was worse. Yet he had to know this was just how you operated, his own rumors that once circled the town not straying far from your own. Turning on his heel, his head was low as he made his way down your walkway.

Slowly, you shut the door behind him, eyes fluttering shut as you leaned to rest your forehead against it. The feeling of guilt in your chest was inexcusable, the length of time you had even known this boy too short to make up for it. His confession earlier lingered in your brain, wondering what might have happened if you urged him on, pressing details of his crush.

You fought the thoughts for the rest of the night, ignoring them as you were pressed into the back seat of another boy’s car at Lover’s Lake. Had to focus on the feeling of the stranger’s hands on you, the feeling of him inside of you as windows became steamier, clothes were shed. Notches on your belt were what they seemed, nothing too much to think about as you ignored the gnawing in your chest.

Friday came and went, Robin standing behind the counter as you pressed the tape over the counter into her hands. The boy that remained on your mind was nowhere to be seen, missing from the floor as your eyes searched the heads appearing in between aisles of films. And if when you asked about his whereabouts and Robin gave you an answer alluding to him coming down with something, you definitely did not fight the feeling to be upset, figuring it was just as much nothing to him as it was to you. You didn’t call Billy back that night, didn’t pretend it was Steve instead who was kissing you, arching you down in a way you would’ve loved to be with him with.

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[naffeclipse]

The Eel's Hips Pt. 2

Vigilante Mer!Reader x Detective Mer!Sun and Moon

Commission Info

Everyone tell @o-cinnamonstickz thank you for requesting a part 2 to her first commission! I can't tell you how excited I am to continue this storyline where we left off. The boys are determined to keep the vigilante under house arrest and their little fish is making it ever difficult, as always.

Content Warning for suggestive themes.

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The midnight sea glows with the silvery light of a full moon. You would admire the coral reef so deliciously dusted in the celestial shine were it not for the two mers surrounding you on either side. They hurry you along, Sun’s hand wrapped tightly around your own as Moon's small finger hooks your pinky. Long, sharp fins and fanning frills easily push you through the water at a swift speed that would have exhausted you in moments were it not for their ability to carry you and cut through the ocean like seaweed.

It’s a shame this isn’t a stroll through the gentle dark with your two favorite mers. They were so insistent and brisk that you came with them. It’s hard to tell them no when they refuse to let you go or slip out of their grasp. How can you blame them? It would have been a tragedy to separate the three of you.

Even in the dimness, you spy life in the Reef. Vibrate hard coral frames the home of sunlight and twilight zone mers alike. Fish slip around anemones while lobsters rest under rocky covers and seahorses hook tightly to seagrass. Sponges, sea turtles, and clams rest low in the valley between mer shelters made gently out of the reef bed. They take you towards the narrow edge of paradise to all, though there is always trouble seemingly churning at every bend. 

There are a few twilight zone mers drifting quietly through the dark. They’re adapted to the lack of bright, yellow sun rays, and the quiet without the bustling sunlight zone mers must be a comfort. You’re not certain. Sun and Moon don’t say much from their days before the Reef welcomed all kinds of mers. From what little you gathered, the twilight zone in the sea is cold, dark, and isolating, even among their own kind.

You’re three linked like the ropes of a net, all of you, shutting your past into the darkness where no one else swims.

It’s better this way.

Distantly, you spy on a couple. A twilight zone mer with the lower half of an octopus causes your gut to clench before you register the orange tentacles which blend into red and then pitch-black tips. He glows a faint cyan light while he guides a sunlight mer towards a home in the coral. Her tail is yellow in the darkness and her hair streams freely behind her, long and wavy and golden brown. She smiles at the midnight mer despite the stark difference in their biology, monstrous against meek. A tender hand touches her cheek. He wraps a tentacle loosely around her tail, and the twilight zone admires her for a breath before they saunter over seagrass and disappear into the shelter.

In the corner of your vision, Sun and Moon glance down at you, curious with arched brows at you grabbing their hands tighter. You swiftly loosen your hold.

“Do you miss the twilight sea?” you voice quietly to distract from their prying gazes. Immediately, a sharp glance cuts between the brothers.

“No.” Moon tugs you further along. His crimson eyes stay the day ahead with an edge that shines like a hook’s tip.

“Why?” you pry, watching him closely as if you had a chance of revealing what they don’t wish to show. “Not enough pretty fish for you to chase?”

“It’s beautiful here,” Sun says, his voice subdued, reverent. He tilts his rays of venomous spikes as he studies you gently. His blue eyes shimmer. “There’s so much light.”

You find yourself quiet. The tip of your tongue presses against the back of your teeth as you ponder what it would be like to grow up in darkness, barely swimming with others of your kind and scrabbling for scraps of food. Of course, they are natural predators. By all accounts, you and the rest of the sunlight mers are their prey, and for many, many years the only things anyone would believe of them are their wild savagery. No one paused to wonder if they were sentient and deserving of a little bit of safety and light that the Reef offers, until recently.

Then came the gangs and the struggle for power and dominance. Then came Sun and Moon. Then you. Then Eclipse.

You swallow roughly. Rebounding and perking up, you slyly try another tactic.

“What of—”

“We’re almost home and it’s late. Let’s keep our voices down.” It is not a suggestion. The smooth cut of Sun’s voice leaves you with an arch brow and a cheeky grin. Your question was pierced before it left your lips as if he hurled a harpoon at it. Lucky for him you’re feeling generous. For him, you’ll hold back any further inquiries of your two favorite mers’ place of birth.

At the edge of the reef, towards an edge that dips low into the deep blue sea, a shelter crafted of rock lies covered in black and fire coral. An idea of suggesting slipping in through the ceiling dances in the back of your thoughts. In an uncanny prediction, Moon levels you with a glare of warning while Sun holds you tightly before descending into the entry tunnel of their home. They’re no fun.

The main chamber holds a floor of thick, soft alga. A few supplies are stashed in the corners including nets and baskets, each holding precious materials of food and cleaning supplies for instance of scale rot and other unpleasant conditions a mer would not enjoy suffering for a moment longer than necessary. You sweep a glance over the brightly colored sea stars which lie dormant and mute across the walls in the late evening.

You sweep a sultry look between the two.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you two are nervous I’m going to slip away.” If only you had a hand free. You would seep a lock of hair over your shoulder and twirl it around your finger.

“Not nervous, just prepared,” Sun suggests in a chary tone, ripe for rebuttal. His fins give a sharp, anticipatory flick. “Why don’t you make yourself comfortable?”

Moon holds your gaze. The back of his claw touches the side of your palm and you give a dramatic sign and nod with great grace.

“Since you’re being so polite, starfish,” you hum. Freeing your hand from Sun’s grasp, you set a finger under his chin, admiring how his eyes dilate and turn almost completely white as he tries to stare down at your touch. Tilting his head up until his eyes meet your own, you singsong, “I’ll be good.”

His lips part breathlessly.

You flash a dangerous smile. “For the moment.”

“You need to tell us what you were doing,” Moon growls. The grumble fills you when he tugs on you slightly and presses his tail against yours. His deep blue and silver face looms over you. “What were you doing outside of the Reef?”

You slip naturally into an easy smile. Flicking your fins, you glide against Moon before he releases your pinky finger. His eyes flash a brighter scarlet, if you’re not mistaken, and you’re not. How could he not be affected by the presence of your body? You twist back to face them both. 

“Who, me?” you press both hands to your chest, eyes wide open and innocent. 

Sun says your name, ever-lasting patience running thinner still. He blinks and rubs a hand down his face. In a snap, you realize how exhausted he must be, working so late into the night as he is. 

But he didn’t have to give chase after you slipped into the chasms. Of course, you are worth the lack of sleep he’s getting.

“You have been leaving the Reef more than usual,” Sun tries again. “Is there another gang you’re fighting?”

Oh, perhaps. You’re quite busy, going here to kill some goons and rushing there to stop an innocent sunlight mer from being forced into ‘protection’ by another thug. There’s just never enough sun in the day. It’s a wonderful thing that you have one with you instead.

“My, you two look so handsome when you’re interrogating me,” you simper. You press a finger to your cheek and tilt your head, eyes coquettish swinging between the two sleek and strong mers. “Really, I’m flattered you want to know so much about me.”

Moon scowls. His sharp teeth flash in the darkness, sending your heart into a downward spiral. Sweeping around you with a whip-like motion of his tail, he shadows you like the dark side of the new lunar cycle. 

“If there’s bad mers, you need to let us know.” His harsh rasp brushes the shell of your ear. “You can’t fight everyone. You will slip up.”

You turn to face him, inches between your mouth and his crooked snarl. His eyes betray him and fall down to your lips. You grin.

“I think you’ll find that I am quite amazing,” you lower your voice until it smokes like wintery fog over the sea, “if you haven’t already, squid.” 

Your hand finds his shoulder. The slight twitch of his tail gives away your allure as your fingers tap softly along his collarbone and slide up to his spindly throat. Tracing the strong cords of his neck until you reach his jawbone, you admire the strength he wields. His bite could crush you easily. He wouldn’t, no matter how much he storms and darkens around you.

He slowly takes your hand and presses it closer to the corner of his wide mouth. Slowly, he lays a kiss on your palm.

Sun softly says your name. The water ripples and a few bubbles arise as he slips around you. His tail slides over your own before two pairs of eternal eyes hold you. 

Suddenly, you are small. You are no better than the mer who used to cause mayhem and bloodshed in the Reef just as the twilight zones were earning their welcome among the coral and softer, weaker mers. 

A gang is a gang. It wouldn’t matter in their eyes. You are guilty as sin, and your hands are still red despite all your efforts to wash yourself clean. The Reef deserves better. It will have it. You will give those who are in need justice and those who cause suffering punishment. But now, you hide a dirty fish under your shiny, sparkling veneer. 

You can stay with them, but not for long. They’ll have you as you are now, concerned for your safety and worried about what shoals you swim with but not as you were. 

You will keep your past sunk far, far into the deep.

“You’ve been returning more and more with bruises,” Sun says gently, “And you’re disappearing more and more. We can’t keep you safe if you won’t let us.”

“Safe? That’s precious,” you sweetly hum. Your heart, however, sways gently under Sun’s concerned gaze. “A beautiful thought, truly.”

“You’re going after Eclipse,” Moon states in a flat accusation.

You stare back. The blueness of Sun’s eyes fades until only a pale, concerned color remains. Moon mirrors dark irises, eating up all the light. Your lips crack into a slow, wide smile.

How could they fear their own brother so much? What do they know?

“Why would I ever do such a thing?” You bat your eyelashes. “I would never! Nor would I ever stray too far from the Reef!”

Disregarding today’s chase through the chasm, of course, but you don’t mention that little tidbit out loud. You smile sweetly until Sun sighs a bone-tired sound. Moon’s claws are tighter around your hand for a heartbeat, and you eye him sharply before he lowers your palm from his cheek.

“It’s late,” he says softly.

Victory tastes bittersweet on your tongue as you nod. 

“It is, I should get going before the sun rises and everyone knows what lovely company you keep in the dark—”

The flick of your tail is impeded by two mers taking your arms, guiding you away from the entry tunnel and towards one of the branching paths from the main chamber.

“You should rest here for the night,” Sun decides despite the cheery tone of his suggestion. “There’s no reason for you to be out so late swimming around.”

“You’re tired,” Moon adds with a gentle but firm note upon his tongue. His eyes shimmer like jewels in the dark. “We’ll stay with you tonight.”

“Oh, how gracious, but I’m afraid I have to decline,” you breeze while your eyes fall back to your escape quickly diminishing in the dark.

“We insist,” Moon whispers. His hand on your waist leaves no room for argument. 

Guiding you down a tunnel, small and almost completely dark to your eyes, Sun and Moon take you deeper into their home. A complaint of being netted in their home like some common criminal laces your tongue, but you don’t think they’d disagree with you. Sun glows faintly. Golden bioluminescence offers the slightest aid to your sunlight zone vision and illuminates the room—Sun’s room. 

A bed of moss lies soft and green. Along the ceiling, several soft corals grow in flowing blues pinks, and reds. 

“Taking me to bed, boys?” you draw with a coquettish undertone.

“Only to rest,” Moon gruffly reminds. His scarlet eyes ease when you meet his gaze, and he guides you down, setting you on the resting place like a child. His hands on your waist are strong and steady, and you shiver under the softest scrap of his claws.

“And you need to stay out of trouble.” Sun spares you a knowing look, blue eyes bright in the golden rays of his light. “Just for tonight. Please.”

You rest on your side. Head propped on your hand, tail slightly curled, you conjure a cheeky, rebellious smile at your two favorite mers.

“As lovely as such an evening would be with the darling protectors of the Reef, I’m afraid I’m simply too restless.” Your half-lidded eyes are only for their pleasure and not to suggest an ounce of exhaustion. 

How could you sleep, surrounded by two dishy twilight zone mers? They’ll learn soon enough. No wounds or bruises keep you held down, and without medicines to soothe you into a good night’s rest, you long to be out there, hunting down the scum that poison the Reef with their violence and lust for power.

But your two favorite mers share a look. A dangerous glance whispering of a dastardly plot, and you realize just how outnumbered you are.

“We’ll make you tired,” Moon flashes a sharp, hungry grin of shark teeth. 

“You’ll have sweet dreams,” Sun promises, but even his golden light is alluring, promising a bright golden aquatic flower while hiding a mouth full of fangs. “Come here, sweet fish.”

You feel a shudder running down your spine and into your tailfins, a most curious thing when you’re so used to watching them flounder into flustered messes. Sun slips behind you, resting on the moss beside you. Before you can twist around to face him and protect your back, Moon sinks down and rests a hand on your waist. You freeze, effectively caught between two predators.

“Oh, you boys are ganging up on sweet, little me,” you bemoan. Dramatically, you lift your hand to cover your brow with the back of your head, head falling back in a swoon. “Will I ever be treated right?”

“Hush,” Moon whispers. Your eyes widen slightly when his fingertips trace up your side, evoking a soft shiver over your skin. “Sleep.”

“How can I? There’s simply so much work to do and—” You stifle a soft sound in the back of your throat when Sun draws a hand down your back. Softly tracing the ridges of your spine, he stops on a scar on your lower right side. He circles it gently for a moment.

“I think you’ll find a way,” he gives quietly though with no less cheer.

Sun shifts his tail slightly closer to yours, the flaring end of his fins covering you like sunlight as he dims his bioluminescence until there is only the dimness and your two favorite mers loving on you. The deep blue scales of Moon’s tail rest against your own. Effectively, you are caught between them with the softest caresses and husky, lowered voices to ease you into sleep.

“Lay down.” Moon gives little room for argument when he takes your shoulder. Sun’s hand on your hip pins you gently to the moss, and you stare up at the ceiling, your hands searching through the dark. You are not disappointed. 

Moon leans over you gently. With his free hand, he traces your lips and you’re forced to bite back a sound of content at the gentleness. You yearn for more. A lot more. How freely they give their affection when Sun takes your hair, still tied back in flowing red algae leaves and, of course, their golden seashells, and strokes it softly. His claws card gently over your scalp and your eyelids shudder under the sensitivity it conjures.

You could ask them where they found such precious shells deep in the twilight zone, but they might not tell you. Not now, when they need you to rest. No more than you could confess how addicted you have become to their presence, the light of their bodies, the colors of their eyes. How afraid you are to lose them.

But sweetly, gently, they coax you to forget fears as they rest against you in the darkness. You stifle laughter once when Sun’s hand brushes over your stomach while wrapping his arm around you. Clasped tightly, you understand how clear Sun makes it known: he is not letting you go. Moon moves closer and allows you to rest your head on his arm. He rasps gently against your forehead, bidding you goodnight. His kiss finds your mouth in the darkness, and you hold tightly to him for one moment.

Their traces and petting hands slowly still, falling to simply rest on you, covering you in their presence—perhaps to assure you won’t slip away, but you won’t blame them this time for needing you so terribly.

Exhaustion takes hold. You bask in their warmth and coolness. Tucked so sweetly between them, you dream of their forgiveness for all the blood on your hands. For not yet atoning for all you’ve done.

You fade into dreams of stars and moonlight.

[nincompoopydoo]

CAUGHT IN A CROSSFIRE

BETRAYAL — ; PART 8 / 9

PAIRING: Theseus Scamander x Female!Reader WORD COUNT: 2.7k SUMMARY: Awakening in an unfamiliar setting with restored memories, you encounter someone familiar. However, a lingering sense of betrayal clouds the reunion. Meanwhile, Theseus uncovers a concealed message in your letters, hinting at the potential discovery of your location. A/N: Hi everyone! I know I said I was going to put this on permanent hiatus until I was ready to pick it up again, but your girl finished her degree (kinda did badly, but glad it's over!), and now I have ample time to put all my energy of my one brain cell into finishing this series before I fall into depression again lol. Anyways, I really hope you enjoy this and thank you for all the love for this series and my baby, Theseus <3 I'm also sorry for ending it with another cliffhanger haha WARNINGS: Angst. Kinda scary shit (I literally scared myself while writing this lol) no beta we die like men. MASTERLIST ; MASTERPOST

Your environment is an enigma through the lenses of tunnel vision—hues of darkness circle in textures, contrasts of colour that dance along with your darting eyes. Your slow mind tries to keep up with your sight, unravelling the mysteries of your surroundings.

You first notice wood. Brown, battered, dim–a wooden beam trailing along the expanse of plastered white walls, grimed with dirt and age. Through blinkered sight, you catch a glimpse of light, dim orange hues casting fluttering shadows on the wall. You see it now, a flame dancing upon melting wax perched on a rustic candlestick. 

Flame. Fire. Heat.

You remember it all now.

Inferno swept through the foundations of your tiny household, leaving you and the fragility of your lungs gasping for air as you stumbled around for an exit. Yet, things were dense, billowing colours of deep grey and red, blinding your vision. You still feel the parchedness scratching down your throat. 

You remember how your hands clambered to grasp something before falling to your knees. You remember how your environment began to twist and spurn before your very eyes, vivid colours of the blaze swirling.

Then, everything went black.

…

…You…

You remember emerald cobblestones—a mesmerising golden statue.

You remember the warmth of the colour red – the trees in fall, the crackling of a fireplace, a desk with scattered papers across its surface. 

You remember.

Theseus.

Dim blue eyes. Sad. Freckled cheeks. Flushed. Brown hair curled and tumbled in autumnal hues. Trees. Barcham trees that line the sidewalk are carpeted in autumn gold. The tenement. His home. Warm, petite, charming. Gardenias. Tea. Your suitcase. Magic.

Little glimpses of returning memories flood your whirling mind like gushing water. It’s overwhelming. For weeks, you sat with a sense of longing, a missing piece, settled within the depths of your mind. And now, it all traces back to the odd familiarity of the man you met on the bus. Perhaps you recognised the glint in his eye when his eyes met yours or the patterned freckles along his cheeks, tinted in blotches of red from embarrassment.

You remember.

Your elbows immediately shift under you, perched as you rose midway, wondering yet blurry eyes moving along your surroundings. You’re in a room, and it’s not your own. Small, humble, solid walls encircle your surroundings. You have seen places like these during the war. You push yourself up, weight now on your splayed-out palms on what you realise to be a settee. It creaks at your very touch, and every little shift echoes throughout the room.

Its walls are far from pristine, with petite flowers scattered across the yellowed wallpaper with tears at its curling edges, perfectly still yet timeworn.

Your eyes trace the trails of sunlight that glow through the room, diluted by a translucent curtain that hangs before a window, shadows of a tree swaying in the gentle wind.

There’s a bed on the far left of the room, narrow and meticulously made with a quilt reminiscent of autumn hues. You can barely distinguish its patchwork from where you are, and it itches a part of your brain – a sense of familiarity.

Before you can make sense of that feeling, you are overcome with searing pain. Tearing through your head and coursing through the very confinements of your skull as if something was begging to break free from the back of your mind.

Eyes squeezed shut, you cannot help but bring your palms to the sides of your head, the heels of your hands harshly pinned to your temples, yet all you see are flashing lights dancing around in the darkness. 

Then, a flash. White. Blinding.

At that moment, you found yourself transported to an apartment. Yellow-bricked, warm honey-coloured hues of Autumn. Golden, falling leaves. Bright eyes, cheeks tinged with a touch of red. Theseus looks at you like you’re the sun. Like you hold a weight of significance, a tapestry to his existence.

“I know I’ve said this a thousand time before, but I’m sorry. Truly. You don’t deserve to be involved in this.”

You feel yourself smile; tears threaten to slip from your saddened eyes. 

“I would usually say it’s alright, but I don’t think I can say it for everything that has happened. But, thank you.” 

A hand reaches for his, gentle and soft to the touch. You feel his fingers twitch under your hold.

“Truly.”

Theseus looks at you like you’re the sun.

Theseus looks at you…

Theseus…

Suddenly, you find yourself in a narrow bus. You see him blinking wide-eyed at you, his expression paled. You had said – no, asked something. 

“No. I don’t think we do.”

You see it, the pain in his eyes, the sadness in his tone. It clenches your heart, but you don’t know why.

That was the first time he had lied to you.

…

You hear your name.

Distant but frantic. It repeats again and again and again.

A grip on the curve of your shoulders, and you find yourself back in the narrow, unknown room you awoke in moments ago.

But then you see his eyes, his tousled hair. It’s him who calls you.

“Theseus?” you breathed, disbelief flickering in your wide eyes. Without a second thought, your hands reach out to grasp his shoulders, fingers digging into the fabric of his dress shirt as if to ground yourself in the reality of his presence. A counterpoint to the disarray within your mind.  

But as Theseus meets your gaze, a furrow forms on his brow, and a shadow eclipses the warmth in his eyes. The frown, subtle yet profound, settles an uneasiness in you. Your grip weakens.

“We need to go. Now.” His tone is cut-throat, laden with urgency, and you cannot help but jolt at his words. You find your fingers slowly releasing their hold as the weight of his statement settles in the room.

He pulls away and reaches for your elbow, swift and deliberately, that reflects the gravity of the situation. His touch is so firm that it prompts you to stand. Questions hang heavy in the air, but you know you’re in some kind of trouble. Yet, you catch your eyes lingering on the dark look in his own, and you can't help but think he's changed since you last saw him. Since you last remembered him.

Something feels…wrong, but you don’t give yourself a chance to even think about it before you’re being led out the door. 

The narrow corridor stretches ahead, dimly lit, bricked walls with a single lamp casting a glow across the space, revealing its worn walls and your flickering shadows. The air is cool, carrying a faint scent of dampness that permeates the space. All you hear is footsteps reverberating along the narrow passage, echoing against the walls. You realise you are underground and feel your stomach lurch at that thought, making your skin crawl.

“Come on.” Theseus pulls you along, the grip on your elbow never weakening. You can feel the tension emanating from him, the stiffness in his movements, the rigidity of his jaw.

You find yourself staring at the back of Theseus' head, studying how the dim light catches on his hair. He seems so different.

“Where are we going?” You finally ask.

He doesn’t respond.

Theseus continues to pull you down the corridor, and you take the time to scan your surroundings despite the quickened pace. You see the occasional rusty pipes that snake along the ceiling, contributing to a low mechanical hum and the flickering of overhead lights that seem to swing periodically at a light rumble that makes the ground shake for a second or two.

Then, he eventually comes to an abrupt halt, revealing a dead end. Your feet stagger back, trying to stop yourself from bumping into him. You see Theseus' brows furrowed in thought, eyes darting between the walls, searching. His fingers trace the rugged surface and abruptly pause as you catch sight of a carving on a specific brick, nearly invisible.

Theseus taps it, and a warm glow emanates from the wall. The carving becomes illuminated, and the wall seems to dissolve into seemingly ethereal dust. It shines golden under the dim buzzing lights. What once was a wall reveals an entrance to an alleyway; it greets you with a rush of cool air and the sounds of the city.

You step through the entrance after Theseus as he beckons for you to follow hurriedly. Yet, your focus is elsewhere as you close in on the intricate symbol carved into the brick. As you inch nearer, the features sharpen, and a sudden recognition sparks within you.

It's a Gardenia, delicately depicted.

Gardenias always had a particular significance in your life, and it’s all because of your mother. That same Gardenia on your mother’s necklace is an heirloom that spanned many generations. It was important and personal to her, and you don’t know how or why it is doing here.

Flowers for your mother – a bouquet of Gardenias.

The bigger picture materialises as if the puzzle pieces are beginning to click.

Your place in the unfolding mess remains unclear, but it hints that you've anticipated the arrival of this revelation for a long time.

Theseus is calling for you, a slight note of panic in his voice, but you ignore his calls, remaining rooted in place. As you watch the glow that details the symbol disappear, you wonder if Theseus knows everything, even though you swore you never told a soul.

Unless…

You still don’t know how you got your memories back.

As you finally turn to Theseus, there’s a gripping sense of uncertainty. His approach, marked by a frustrated expression, erodes the strong familiarity you once held for this man, a trust built in such a short time. With each step towards you, that trust begins to dissipate.

That vulnerability quickly turns to anger – betrayal.

“What the hell is happening, Theseus?” you question fiercely, pressing him for an explanation. 

Again, Theseus dismisses your insistence and attempts to reach for your arm, but you instinctively step back, maintaining a wary distance. 

“Answer me.” you insist, voice growing louder, eyes boring into his.

His gaze lingers on your face, and you watch his expression harden, jaw tense.

“Look, you’re in deep trouble right now and it’s best we leave right now he’ll come looking for you.”

He.

Not they. Not she.

Not The Restoration Movement. Not Morrigan.

Something is very wrong.

And his eyes. You can’t quite place it, but something about the look in his eyes has shifted. They look so different.

In moments like these, you aren’t sure what to do, but you know to trust your gut. Your mind races at the possibilities of how this could all end, and the only thing you can think is to run.

And so, you run.

—

Theseus believes he has only survived through self-deceit – the deception of his ability to stay grounded and keep his emotions at bay. His heart was never to be trusted, never to give in or give up. Yet, how does one cope when a situation relies on promised perseverance but is tangled amid his emotions he suddenly lacks control of in your presence?

Theseus knows there was something between the two of you, but he will never admit it despite his now aching heart caused by your sudden disappearance, even though you might as well be considered dead to the muggle world. The thought of your death pulls his thoughts to the night he first met you, how an unforgivable curse nearly struck you, how you looked at him, knowing you couldn’t have survived if he hadn’t been there in time. 

Merlin, he hopes you aren’t dead.

No, you’re not. He knows it. You’re relentless. So relentless that death would never want to claim you without a fight. So relentless that you manage to squeeze yourself into his thoughts at every waking hour. Every fibre in him wishes he hadn’t let you slip away that day, wishing he hadn’t abandoned you, betrayed your trust.

He wishes you hadn’t agreed to leave.

To leave him.

Now all alone.

Alone.

Theseus was never certain of his feelings for you when you were ambling within the expanse of the four walls he calls home. Whether affections were simply out of pity or was it his admiration for your entire being, your perfections, blemishes, and everything in between. Yet, at this very moment, he couldn’t be more unequivocally sure that his affections are true because presently, you have consumed all his waking days and nights, leaving a hollowed space perhaps once filled by your presence. The constant worry in his brow made his eyes tired but sleepless due to his fear of the worst for you.

Dread fills his senses, and tears threaten to seep through the cracks of a carefully sculpted, hard-headed man he had spent years practising, performing as a so-called war hero. Theseus never let himself cry, especially over you, not even when you parted with a touch to his cheek. Not even when he set his eyes on you again and you were completely unaware of him. 

Yet, it’s the possibility he has lost you forever that he’ll never see you again. Never.

Theseus breathes a shaky breath, fingers clamped in his trembling hand as he tries to remember what he’s been told to do. To find you. To stop Morrigan. To stop whatever mess he has landed you in.

No, you’re not. You’re not dead. He reminds himself again.

The sun had set moments ago, darkness creeping between the cracks of light, shimmering from the candle alight by his tableside and the flames of the fireplace. Its crackling grounds his very notion of stirring into panic. Theseus finds himself tucked in the same corner of his living room, and his couch now houses a collection of books and particular pieces of evidence of your whereabouts.

He merely fears this has everything to do with Morrigan, the Restoration Movement, your supposed living brother and perhaps your mother – also dead. Theseus gains a strong premonition, a gut feeling that your disappearance is all a part of a larger plan than he had initially expected. Your disappearance may have caused a flurry of commotion amongst the Aurors. Still, the ministry has its sights on the movement rather than your supposed connection as more than just your brother, which Theseus feels strongly about. Yet, with Travers breathing down his neck to arrest Morrigan and her acolytes, Theseus needs solid evidence rather than vague instances and misdirected clues that all seem to lead to spiralling trails.

Frankly, his career is at stake, but he couldn’t care less.

He just wants to see you again.

Theseus heaves, fingers carding through his deep brown locks when his eye catches sight of the only two letters that he found to be related to you in one way or another. He finds himself drawn to it, finding the letter from your brother within his grasp for what seems like the millionth time this month. The same words, again and again, were already engraved in his mind.

When he shifts his elbow, the letter catches the candlelight from behind, and something immediately seizes his attention. Something he hadn’t recognised before now.

Inscribed in the very material of the parchment – the symbol of a Gardenia, its intricate lines glowing against the candlelight, seemingly burning. Theseus props up in his seat, back straightened, shoulders tensed, and eyes wide.

Bloody hell…

He scrambles for the other letter, holding it up against the light, eyes settling on the darkened edges of the page only to discover the very same symbol.

A Gardenia.

How could he have been so blind?

It must have been instinct when he decided that the two letters were puzzle pieces meant to be joined. Theseus would try anything at this point.

Seemingly, luck was finally on his side when he pressed the letters together, above one another – new words formed before his eyes, written with burning lines, every curve of each letter appeared between the gaps of the original text to only form a new paragraph.

Sister,

If you're reading this, I'm likely gone, and you're in trouble. Morrigan and The Restoration Movement hide a darker truth. Their agenda involves our mother and a woman named Miriam Monet. I'm unsure of the details, but Miriam plays a crucial role. Stay safe.

As his eyes shift down the page, his heart nearly stops when his name comes into view.

To Theseus,

If you see this, my sister is in danger. You know more than you think.

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i love them more than words can say. already i wish i could listen to the children's adventure for the first time all over again.

[ID: 1. A height chart lineup showing the main characters of The Wizard, the Witch, and the Wild One side-by-side in the main campaign and the Children's Adventure. In order it is Eursulon, Suvi, Ame & Cool Dog, and Grandmother Wren & Taro.

Eursulon is a huge bear-like creature standing bipedal on digitigrade legs. As an adult (left) he stands to a height of 220cm. His fur around his ears and forehead resembles the plumage of a horned owl. He has an ursine nose and large tusks, and big, hazel eyes. He has white freckles on his face. He is wearing a long green cloak and beige and brown traveller's garb, and a golden pauldron is partially hidden by his cloak on his shoulder. It has a small dent in it but is well polished. In his right hand (viewer's left) he holds a round wooden shield, and in his left hand he holds an unsheathed sword, Wavebreaker, with pale blue silk lining wrapped around the hilt. He has a neutral expression.

As a child, he was still large at about 145cm tall, but had a rounder face, smaller fangs, and shorter feet. He is unclothed except for his golden pauldron, undented, and instead of a sword he is clutching a broom handle with both paws. He is smiling.

Suvi is a Black human girl who stands at around 183cm as an adult. She has a turquoise afro which is pulled back neatly into a bun and decorated with fine gold chains as well as a round golden censer hanging from the back. She is dressed in a smart Imperial blue uniform with gold and silver trim, and wields in her right hand a crystal staff decorated with the Imperial sigil and wings made of floating shards. In her left hand she holds a book bound in dark blue leather. Instead of wearing glasses, her brown eyes are magically treated, which causes a teal sheen to be visible over her pupils. She is smiling confidently.

As a child, she was about 120cm tall and her hair was still dark brown and not tied back. She has yellow asteria flowers in her hair as well as a pencil and a cool leaf, and wore huge round glasses. She wears a red button-up dress with pockets, stripey white tights, and smart indigo shoes. She clutches a brown canvas-bound book to her chest and looks wide-eyed.

Ame is an East Asian girl who stands at around 150cm as an adult. She has long, dark straight hair and dark brown eyes. She has her right hand on her hip while her left hand adjusts her giant red witch's hat. The hat has a white underside and there is a gold censer attached to the pointed tip. She is wearing a white wrap top patterned with pink petals, and the long flowy sleeves have been buttoned back. She has two bracelets around her left wrist, one is woven lilac and green, and the other is small pink flowers chained together. She has red skirt that resembles a toadstool, with white spots on the cap and pink ruffles under the rim. She also has a white half-apron with several pockets tied to her waist by dark pink cord, which also holds a light brown pouch. She has one skinned knee showing above her flowery pink-and-white socks, and red stompy boots. She is smiling out of the corner of her mouth. Wrapping around her legs is Cool Dog, her fox familiar, eyeing the viewer suspiciously.

As a child, she was extremely small at 100cm. She has a bowl cut and dimples. She wears an oversized yellow shirt with white stripes, the sleeves pushed up past her elbows, and orange dungarees. She has muddy red welly boots, and is wearing the lilac and green bracelet. She is grinning broadly with her eyes shut and holding her fists up near her chest.

Grandmother Wren is an old witch standing at about 155cm with light brown skin and frizzy grey-and-white-streaked hair and brown eyes. She is wearing a dark purple witch's hat with a golden buckle and a curling tip, a knitted lilac shawl around her shoulders, and a cable-knit yellow sweater. She is wearing a stripy half-apron over a floor-length patchwork skirt, and is leaning on a gnarled wooden cane with both hands. She is smiling ruefully. Taro, her rooster familiar, is standing on the brim of her hat.

2. A cropped version of the same drawing, this time including Eursulon's glamoured forms. His glamoured form is a Black human, resembling Suvi as if he were her brother, although his eyes remain hazel and his hair is ginger instead of dark brown. He has dark brown freckles on his face and a gap in his front teeth, although the gap can only be seen in his childhood glamour as he is smiling. As an adult, the glamour is dressed identically to the unglamoured form although he's shorter by about 25cm, and his hair is braided back neatly into a bun. He also has some facial hair on his sideburns. As a child, his hair is shorter and styled into mini locs, and he is wearing a white shirt and green shorts, though still barefoot. He is about 15cm shorter than his unglamoured form.

3. A cropped version of the remaining lineup, showing Suvi, Ame & Cool Dog, and Grandmother Wren & Taro. /end ID]

[ramcharantitties]

Diwali

Summary: First Diwali of you and ram.

"Why are you still in your clothes?" A voice boomed from the door, and by the tone, it was a very angry wife of mine. Although I wanted to cross question her, "why don't you take them off?", I knew better and did not utter a word. Maybe we'll do that later tonight anyways. I jumped off the chair in a second and scurried to the bathroom, towel in hand. It's Diwali today. From four in the morning, we have set the fairy lights, spotting dragon flies, then packed the sweets y/n made in the past two days, deep cleaned our house, went to market for last moment shopping, and decorated our house with diya and rangoli. The amount of tea cups lining the sink said enough about our hardwork today. It was around 4 in the evening now, and y/n needed me to get bathed soon so I can go to the temple for an early Pooja, as she sets up the Pooja at our home.

The bath was shivering and cold- November not letting us breath with warmth. Stepping out of the bath, a red kurta and white dhoti with a red lining on it caught my eye. Someone did Diwali shopping for me. And it's shy to say, but the warmth she gives deter a hundred Novembers.

Quickly getting ready, I combed my hair. The red on my cheeks matched one of my clothes, and it was visible in the mirror, hope my wife doesn't catch it. It was almost 4:30, and I knew that if I don't leave now, it's going to be a screaming match. Finding y/n, I saw her in her homely saree with wet hair tied in a towel lock, carrying everything needed to the Pooja in our home. "Get ready first, I'll help you with this when I come back".

She turned around to my voice, the golden skin from sandalwood shining with the golden mangalsutra in orange sunlight. A tint of pink on her cheeks too when she checked me out, up and down. I had to turn around and leave, so she didn't catch me blushing.

It was almost the muhrat of Pooja when I stepped in our home. The sun has started to set and the area was lit up by blinking fairy lights. Blasts of firecrackers were easily heard throughout. I saw our home with white and yellow alternate lights too. Upon entering, Y/n was nowhere to be found near the Pooja, but it was all set and decorated.

Looking for y/n, I realised that I haven't given her Diwali gift- a blue chiffon saree I picked out for her, and that it's our first Diwali together. I called out for her, as she made her way out from our room in a pink saree. Her hair was open and air drying. It was given to her by her family, and she has already worn this twice now.

"Why aren't you wearing anything new?" I led her into the room again opening the side of the cupboard which was reserved for my official clothes. "This is new" she muttered, putting Kohl lines in her eyes. I pulled out the transparent bag which held a beautiful blue saree, laced with white embroidery and deep red design. Her brown eyes caught the sight of it, a breath caught in her throat. She looked expectantly at me. A smile from me was enough for her to pull it from me and rush inside.

About 15 minutes later, y/n came out looking like an apsara. The baby blue insinuated her already pink face. She twirled around giggling. "Do I look good?" I nodded, leaning on the bed frame. It felt good, to see her happy. The childish joy in her eyes and soft smile on her lips. Gazing at her lovingly, it took me a while to realize she wasn't smiling anymore. "We are getting late for Pooja!"

The Pooja went well. We sat down after it, tired from running around the house all day. Busy eating home made sweets, I almost lost the soft touches of her on the saree, her fingertips barely touching the design. She looked content. And that was enough for me to remember how our first Diwali went.

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𝐸𝒱𝐸𝑅𝒴 𝒮𝐸𝒜𝒮𝒪𝒩-𝒞𝐻𝑅𝐼𝒮 𝒮𝒯𝒰𝑅𝒩𝐼𝒪𝐿𝒪

𝕤𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪 Y/N and Chris enjoy their usual fall fair tradition, but this time, Chris confesses he feels more than friendship.

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The golden light of autumn cast a warm glow across the small town as fallen leaves rustled on the sidewalk, painting the streets in hues of red, orange, and yellow. Y/N walked through the park, bundling up tighter against the crisp air. The promise of hot cider and pumpkin spiced everything lingered in the air, filling her with the comfort only fall could bring. She took a sip from her thermos, savoring the warmth that flowed down her throat, and glanced up at the scattered clouds glowing in the evening sunlight.

The fall fair was in town, which meant laughter, the sound of carnival games, and the smell of cinnamon sugar drifting across the park. She was headed to meet Chris, her friend of nearly a year. They'd met through mutual friends, but it had only taken a few conversations for her to feel an instant connection to him. He had that playful, open personality that put everyone around him at ease and drew Y/N in like a magnet. Despite herself, she had developed feelings for him, but she had tried to keep them hidden.

Today was one of their “tradition days,” as they called them. Every few weekends, they’d pick something fun to do like go thrifting, try to bake a new recipe, watch terrible horror movies together. Today, Chris had suggested they go to the fair, and she hadn’t been able to resist the idea of strolling around with him, cozy sweaters and all.

“There you are!” Chris’s voice broke her out of her thoughts as she looked up to see him jogging over, his lopsided grin lighting up his face. His caramel-brown hair was tousled, and his cheeks were a bit flushed, either from the cold or from excitement, she wasn’t sure which.

“You’re late,” she teased, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh, come on, I’m not that late. Just a little bit,” he replied, shoving his hands into his hoodie pocket. “Besides, I had to make sure I looked good. Couldn’t let my best friend down.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, even though her heart did a little flip at his words. Best friend, she reminded herself. That’s all they were, even if sometimes, when he looked at her a certain way, she felt there might be more.

“You think you look good?” she said, feigning doubt as she smirked up at him.

“I know I do!” He laughed, nudging her with his shoulder as they started walking toward the fair. “And you…you look amazing.” He glanced at her, his eyes soft and genuine.

A light blush crept up her cheeks, and she smiled shyly. “Thanks, Chris.”

They strolled through the rows of booths, trying different games and laughing every time one of them failed spectacularly. Chris had a knack for making anything fun, whether it was a test of skill or pure luck. He tried his hand at the ring toss, failing miserably as he missed nearly every bottle.

“Hey, it’s rigged!” he protested, but his grin was wide.

“Oh, is it? Or are you just bad at it?” she challenged, stifling a giggle.

“Oh, yeah? Let’s see you do it then,” he challenged, stepping back and motioning for her to try.

Y/N picked up a ring and tossed it, trying her best to aim carefully. But like Chris, her ring bounced off and missed by inches. They both burst into laughter, shaking their heads at their terrible luck.

“I guess we’re just equally bad,” she admitted, shrugging.

“Hey, I’ll take ‘equally bad’ with you any day,” he said, giving her a smile that made her heart skip a beat.

The sun was setting, casting a warm, orange light across the fairgrounds as they wandered to the food stalls. They grabbed hot apple cider and warm, cinnamon sugar doughnuts, eating and laughing as they made their way to the Ferris wheel.

“Want to go up?” Chris asked, nodding toward the ride.

“Sure!” she agreed, feeling a little flutter of excitement. She hadn’t been on a Ferris wheel in ages, and something about going up into the autumn sky with Chris made her heart race.

As they climbed into their small carriage and began to rise into the sky, Chris leaned over the side, looking down at the fairgrounds below. His face was lit up with excitement, but he seemed to sense her hesitation and reached over to squeeze her hand. “You okay?”

“Yeah, you know, heights,” she admitted, trying to keep her nerves in check.

“You’re safe with me,” he said, his voice softening as he gave her hand a gentle squeeze.

The lights of the fair sparkled below them, and for a moment, it was like they were the only two people in the world. She glanced at him and caught him looking at her, a thoughtful look in his eyes.

“What?” she asked, feeling self conscious under his gaze.

“I was just thinking,” he murmured, “how lucky I am to have you as my friend.”

Her heart sank a little at the word friend, but she forced herself to smile. “Same here, Chris. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

As they sat in comfortable silence, Chris suddenly let out a breath. “Hey, Y/N…I’ve been meaning to tell you something.”

She looked at him, surprised by his serious tone. “Yeah?”

“Well, it’s just” He rubbed the back of his neck, seeming uncharacteristically nervous. “You’re, like, my favorite person. And I don’t want to mess anything up between us, but…”

“But?” Her heart raced as she waited, her hands clenched together.

“But I’ve been thinking that maybe…maybe I feel something more.” His voice was barely a whisper as he looked down, as if he couldn’t bear to look at her.

Her heart leaped, but she tried to keep her voice steady. “You do?”

He looked up, his eyes full of vulnerability and a bit of hope. “Yeah. I didn’t want to say anything because I didn’t want to lose our friendship. But I couldn’t keep it to myself anymore.”

A wide smile spread across her face as relief washed over her. “Chris I feel the same way. I have for a while.”

For a moment, they just looked at each other, both of them processing the unexpected turn their friendship had taken. The Ferris wheel stopped at the very top, and without thinking, Chris leaned in and gently brushed his lips against hers.

It was a soft, tender kiss, full of all the unsaid feelings they had both been holding back. When they finally pulled away, he rested his forehead against hers, grinning like a kid who’d just won the biggest prize at the fair.

“Best tradition day ever,” he whispered, making her laugh softly.

The Ferris wheel started moving again, taking them back down to the fairground. But now, everything felt different. They walked hand in hand, both of them a little shy and nervous, but giddy with the knowledge that they were finally more than just friends.

The rest of the evening was a blur of laughter, teasing, and shared smiles. Chris held her close as they wandered through the fair, stopping at every game, every snack stand, and every attraction they could find, as if neither of them wanted the night to end.

When it was time to go, Chris walked her home, their fingers intertwined as they talked about everything and nothing. The stars sparkled above them, and the crisp autumn air seemed to hum with possibility.

As they reached her door, he paused, turning to look at her with a warm smile. “So…are we, like, official now?” he asked, a hint of playful nervousness in his voice.

She grinned. “I’d say so.”

“Good,” he said, leaning down to give her another gentle kiss. “Because I plan on taking you to every fair, every season, every single year from now on. Deal?”

“Deal,” she replied, feeling her heart swell with happiness.

And as he walked away, looking back to wave one last time, Y/N felt a warmth in her chest that she knew would stay with her through every season yet to come.

[ennaku-sirri-da]

It’s true love indeed

Day 6 of @smileformeweek : Again

[ ID: Traditional fanart colored digitally. It is of the game Smile For Me and involves the wedding ceremony of Trencil Varnnia and Jimothan Botch. It is of my AU Roseverse.

Jimothan and Trencil are getting married. In my interpretation they are both Indian, Jim is from the South and Trencils from the North. They are doing the Varmala ceremony. The garlands are made of colors of red, green and white flowers.

Jimothan is wearing his traditional dress, that is, a yellowish-white shirt and dhoti with gold trim, along with a shawl with gold trim draped on his left side. He also has a golden chain. On in his head is the tripundram mark. Footwear is dark sandals with toe rings. Jimothan has many healed scars, burns and bite marks from raising a difficult baby such as his son, Parsley. His dusty brown hair is streaked with lighter colors as a sign of aging.

Trencil is wearing his traditional dress, that is, a red turban decorated with beads and pearls, and a peacock feather to top it off, he wears a dark blue sherwani with pink floral patterns on it plus a dark green shawl covering most of his right side with yellow, pink, blue floral and teal-leaved patterns. He wears red dhoti pants with rose-pink jutti shoes that have purple floral patterns. On his face, he wears gold eyeshadow with glitter near his eyes. He has some of women's elements in his jewellery, like the gold and white maang tikka, with a gemmed flower shape as centerpiece. He also wears a nath and earrings with gold, white, red, pink- with floral motifs. On his hands is floral dark-red henna. In appearance, Trencil looks more old and wrinkled, with red eyes and claws as nails. His ears are also very long and droopy like a bat's. His hair is naturally black as can be seen at the ends but rest of it is dyed dark blonde.

Jimothan and Trencil looks at each other lovingly with smiles. Jim reaches a hand out to put the garland on Trencil while Trencil holds his arm. With their other hand they both hold up a brightly colored umbrella decorated with gold strips at its point, and mirror pieces through the body. Flowers and grass, with small white balls hedge the bottom, from them hangs arrangements of roses and white flowers strung together. The interior of the umbrella is a light pink, covering Jim and Trencil.

From either side, two hands throw pastel flower petals on the newlyweds. The text below reads , first in Tamil, red, " Botch " then black " weds" in English, then dark green "Varnnia" in Hindi. So it is " Botch weds Varnnia". The background is a gradient of, from top to bottom, light yellow, green, blue, pink. The whole picture has a warmer, orange tone to it.end ID]

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They're getting married...again!!!!

Trencils wife is probably dead? And Jimothan is divorced from his. So yeah this is both of their second marriage.

Here's the rough sketch I did beforehand of both their full outfits if anyone wants to see, some things changed in the final product

[ ID: Pencil sketch showing Jimothan and Trencil standing, forward facing in the clothes I've described above, with few changes. End ID]

Man... do you think Trencil, hid Jimothans name in his henna🤭

Oh! In case you didn't read the image description-- they're both Indian in my headcanon. GOOOO!!!

Honestly if you're confused about some details reading the image description will help.

I think this is legitimately one of my BEST drawings of 2024, holy shit, also THEME SONG

[annimator]

FUCK IT, NEW FIC AT 1 IN THE MORNING (it was finished a couple days ago lmao)

Summary:

A reimagining of the moment Bad meets a certain Korean egg. The main difference being that this version’s retold within the egg’s POV

or

I was watching Bad’s VOD of the Carnaval Event, I got to the part where he meets Chunsik, and I accidentally made a fic out of it because I’m fanfic writer now lol

A multitude of people were crowded at the train station for today’s event.

Acau wasn’t there, but Chunsik could at least recognize a couple of people that he already met, and there were others he hadn’t introduced himself to.

He still hasn’t processed everything that’s happened to him; being taken into the care of someone that doesn’t seem to have ties to the Federation, getting a new name, seeing the outside world for the first time, meeting genuinely kind people that have gifted him a multitude of sweets & other goods, and even meeting other eggs!

And yet, despite the fact that he knew some of the people there, Chunsik was still somewhat shy to greet the others.

Fit was still in the same attire he was wearing yesterday, Pac was dressed up just like Richarlyson (and had a robot leg??), Tubbo wore what looked like a Hawaiian t-shirt that was teal with a bunch of flowers of differing blue hues, and Chayanne, ‘Lullah, Leonarda, Richarlyson, Empanada, & Sunny were dressed up for today just like him; in a small Carnaval outfit that was also sprinkled in confetti.

He spotted three other strangers he hadn’t met;

One had pink hair & green eyes that were wide open, and was dressed in a pink, yellow, and green Carnaval outfit. They also seem to be good friends with Pac.

Another man had brown hair & blue eyes, and was entirely dressed up as some kind of yellow bird.

And, there was someone else there dressed in a primarily white attire, but it was also sprinkled in colourful dots, whilst also wearing a stripped red & white shirt. His skin & hair were entirely black, and he had heterochromatic eyes that were light blue & white, which could be seen even with the large red and orange mask covering his face.

Alongside those three, there were other eggs there he hasn’t met; one egg had a top hat, another one wore a beret and had red & blue coloured spots on her face, one had a red & white horizontally stripped swimsuit, and there was one other egg that had a brown moustache and wore a meathead as a hat. All of them with the exception of the egg with the swimsuit had visible cracks on them.

There were also a bunch of penguins for some reason.

Chunsik was crouched towards the corner, and by the looks of it, no one really noticed him since they were all mostly talking to each other.

But his nervousness over seeing a lot of people slowly went away as the egg with the moustache and meathead slowly approached him and placed down a white sign, and wrote down a quick sentence to greet him.

“Hi! Nice to meet you!”

Chunsik was excited to meet another egg, quickly writing a reply to the other egg’s greeting, “Hello! I like your moustache!”

The moustached egg tossed a golden apple to gift it to Chunsik, but another egg accidentally picked it up. Despite that small inconvenience, Chunsik placed down another sign, writing out a question for the egg he just met, “What’s your name?”

(Author’s note: YO GUYS HE SAID THE THING)

As the other egg was writing his answer, the man with the white yet colourful outfit approached him. Chunsik would come to know this person as BadboyHalo, or just Bad for short.

“Hello.”

Chunsik didn’t really take a liking to the colour white because of the months he spent within the white walls of the Federation, but something about the person in front of him was comforting in a way. He was bouncing in place as Bad continued to greet him,

“Hello! Hi little one- Oh, you’re new! How are you doing? Hi!”

Chunsik quickly put down another sign, but not before noticing that the other egg that was with him finished writing a sign that introduced himself, “Ramon :D What’s yours?”

By the time Chunsik finished his sign, the train arrived at the station they were all currently in; yet Bad still managed to read out the sign he wrote for him, “Oh! Here, we’re running just a bit late- ‘Hello! My name is…’ uh ‘Chunsik.’ Is it Chunsik?”

Chunsik was bouncing out of joy and nodded, much to the Bad’s delight, but before he could place down another sign, an announcement ringed out from the station,

[Enter the train!! Tubbo_ will be our conductor.]

“Oh! Here, let’s catch up. We’ll introduce.. or uh talk to each other later-“

Before Bad could continue talking to him, Richarlyson quickly dragged him to the train, whilst also bringing all the other eggs with him,

“Come on! Let’s go- I know! We’re going- we’re holding it up- come on! Come on little ones!”

Chunsik quickly entered the train, sitting around the front as Tubbo began the train engine.

He didn’t learn Bad’s name when he introduced himself to him, but he didn’t seem like a stranger to him anymore.

And he seemed really kind too.

[0asterous0]

Prologue, Part Three.

"Open the door and let the person in, helping them to hide away from the rain." - Previous chapter.

Honestly, Grian wanted to ignore the person and continue cleaning, because after that morning he needed time for himself. Still, hearing the pouring rain outside and seeing the person standing there without an umbrella, he kind of felt guilty. He knew that he would probably regret it, but he still turned around and walked up to the door. Who knows, maybe the person outside is one of the regulars, and by ignoring them, he will ruin the reputation of this place. Seeing as it got very popular in Boatem recently, that would be quite bad for business.  

The second the door was open, the person behind it happily slipped in, finally in safety from the rain. By a single glance, Grian could tell that this person was not a regular. He didn’t think he'd ever seen them around, because he would surely remember someone so colorful like this. The stranger was wearing a very baggy sweater (which of course by this point was soaked in water) which contained probably every color of the rainbow. One sleeve was in red and orange, the second in purple and pink, while the front of the jumper had bits and pieces of red, green, and yellow (why??) with a swirl symbol made of squared-off lines instead of a circle. You would think this was enough, but no! His brown curly hair was full of colorful hair clips, some in the shapes of hearts, some in stars. He also had an interesting amount of watches on his hands, 5 on each. Grian could hear every tick– how this person was not annoyed by them he couldn’t understand. Somehow, the other’s green baggy pants were the only normal thing in his outfit; and even then, it had a ridiculous amount of colorful patches all scattered on it. Grian could see him wearing two golden rings, one on each hand and an additional two attached to a string necklace. This man sure loved his jewelry.

“Ah! I’m so sorry for bursting in so early! Thank you so much!” just the ah already made Grian regret his choice of letting this person in. He sounded so cheerful and energetic, even more than Ren, and oh void. His voice was high-pitched, and Grian could hear a giggle in every word. Looking up and noticing the grin on the customer’s face, he was about to feel very annoyed when he suddenly stopped on the man’s eyes. He finally noticed probably the most peculiar thing about this person; his eyes were fully white.

“It’s.. not a problem, but we are still closed so I hope you don’t mind if I-”

“No, no, it’s okay!! I’m gonna just sit here and wait! Don’t worry about me.” As the stranger said it, he immediately moved towards the closest table, sitting down and playing with his hair to get out as much water as possible. How he did that so quickly without asking for directions, or a stick to guide him, Grian didn’t understand. Maybe he wasn’t blind after all, maybe it was his mutation because something was telling Grian that the guy was enchanted. If he learned anything in his life, it’s that enchantments manifested very differently, so something like this wouldn’t be a surprise.

After all, Grian was an avian living under the same roof as a dog mutant, who was he to judge the enchantment of someone else?  

“Are you gonna continue or are you gonna just stare at me like that?” The stranger asked with another giggle, his eyes immediately locking onto Grian’s.

“Uh- Yeah, sorry!” Grian said, startled, and turned back towards the tables to take down the chairs that were left. Yeah, the stranger could see him, there’s no way he couldn’t. Looking up, the clock showed 15 minutes before opening, which meant he didn’t have much time to stay there and think about how unnerving this whole thing was. 

It was very strange, even for Grian. The guy didn’t do anything wrong, and yet Grian could feel those eyes on his back, and that look… It felt like he was looking not at Grian, but through him. Needless to say, Grian wasn’t very good with stuff like that. Out of everything he had, he valued privacy the most. He never had that back in his childhood, growing up between the white walls; but now out in the real world, he’s happy to have some secrecy, to have something of his own. Feeling so… naked in front of someone felt terrifying as if the stranger just threw all his secrets and tragic childhood backstory back at him. Ugh.

“You live in Boatem, right?” The customer suddenly asked, startling Grain out of his thoughts. But he apparently already knew (or didn’t really want) the answer, because before Grian even said something, he asked another question. “I’m here for the first time! Can you suggest a place to visit, maybe?”

“Oh, it’s your first time in Boatem?” Grian asked, tilting his head and swiping a piece of cloth on the table, getting rid of all the dust that formed overnight. 

“Not just that, actually!” they said, overly enthusiastic, “It’s my first time in Hermittopia!”

“What?” Now that confused Grain even more. How was that even possible? “You’ve… never been to the Shopping district?”

“Nope,” the Stranger answered with a popping sound.

“Hermitland?”

“Nuh-uh.”

Maybe it’s not as bad as Grian thought; these places are very important for Hermittopia, but they aren’t for the other citie- No, who is he lying to? He can understand not going to Hermitland, even though it’s the biggest amusement park ever, but the Shopping district? Yes, other cities have their markets too– especially Empires, but the Shopping district is basically the heart of the Esempi; a place where you can find anything, the main trading center. And yes, anything means anything, Grian knows for a fact that there’s even a black market somewhere in that area. The thought sometimes scares him.

Grian, ever so curious, starts, “Can I ask where… well-”

“Kinoko, Dreamlands,” the stranger interrupts him nonchalantly. 

“Oh, Dreamlands! That’s… far from Boatem, you’ve come a long way, are you here for something specific? If you’re a tourist, yeah, I can definitely suggest some places, I think.” He rounds around the counter and runs the cloth on the surface, before moving to the sink behind and quickly washing it, all dust and dirt down the drain. 

He has never been to Dreamlands before. Well, he hasn’t been outside Hermittopia whatsoever, so even Empires, their on-land neighbor city, was a mystery to him. He has seen both of them, though. He remembers growing up on the outskirts of the Perimeter, close to the Coral Islands, which overlooked the sea below them and stretched far away. He couldn’t see much from that distance, but he does remember the land on the other side of the water– L’manberg, if he’s not mistaken. He remembers the beautiful fireworks on New Years and the glowing lanterns they sent up to the sky every summer, followed by the loudest festivals he had ever seen; and a few years ago, when first searching for a job in Boatem, he was close to the west border a few times to see a small village – Tumble, which is located on the southwest corner of the map. It looked nothing like Boatem. While Boatem was overflowing with giant buildings, from the living complexes to the cooperative constructions, Tumble was a small village: little houses with no more than two stores. He remembers looking down at it from the office building, and seeing the farms scattered all around. It was probably nice living on a farm, with animals as your only company. That’s… basically the closest he has even been to other cities. 

“I’m here for work! Have a meeting with someone later on, but I do plan to visit some places after that. I don’t think being a tourist for a day or two will harm my schedule, I have freedom in my work, you know.” No. Grian, in fact, does not know, because he spent the last three years working in this cafe without a real break. Almost every day these past years his life was just to wake up, go to work, come back, eat, sleep, and repeat. 

“Yeah, I know,” He says, deciding to humor the stranger. “Well, If you’d like to buy something you probably can’t find back in Kinoko, I would suggest going to the shopping district. You can’t come to Hermittopia and not go shopping. Great place to grab a souvenir. But also Hermitland, everyone needs to visit that place at least once, it’s amazing.”

Grian remembers being to Hermitland two years ago when he and Ren first moved in, and Ren decided that it would be a great idea to celebrate. He can’t say that he didn’t enjoy it; yeah, it was very stressful with far too many people around, and non-stop screaming and loud talking, but it was still fun. At least he didn’t have to suffer alone. At some point, both Grian and Ren had to grab noise-canceling headphones, which the Hermitland staff were kind enough to give away, considering their mutation. By the end of the day, they both looked like kicked puppies, and Grian isn’t even a dog!

Huh… Maybe he and Ren can go there again this year after Grian is done moping. Who knows.

“Right! The amusement park! My friends asked me to go with them last year, but I couldn’t. I think it’s a great idea to go now, I would love to see it, especially now that they have a whole new section open! What was the name?” The stranger mumbled under his breath.

“Scarland,” Grian quickly supplies, recalling the day of the opening of Scarland. Hermitland is not far from Boatem, the opposite actually; it takes an hour to get there, but he never had any problems with being so close to the place… Until almost a year ago, that is. The Scarland opening was a huge event, they could hear the music and fireworks even back at their apartment, which was insane. Yet another confession: Grian was not surprised when that happened. Scarland was the center of attention for a lot of people, for a long time, with the man behind the place overtaking the internet– not only inside, but outside Hermittopia.

“Yeah! Scarland! It was designed by Scar Goodtimes, right? The Hotguy?” Grian nods, his attention now fully back to the stranger. The man was holding his chin up with his hands, his elbows on the table while he whistled. “The name suits him, he’s hot.”

“Well-” Grian made a choking sound, immediately looking away, while the man giggled. “He is, yeah,”

As a total gay mess, Grian cannot deny that the man was attractive, but his demeanor and chase after popularity– which he showed in almost every single interview– kinda threw it all away. 

He’s working with the government, Grian. His mind reminded him, and… Yeah. They all are the same. He acts like he works for people, but he’s not, none of them do. 

He can feel his hands starting to shake and his mind becoming fuzzy. The stranger was saying something, but he couldn’t hear anything over his own breath, loudly echoing in his ears.

He probably knows about you, about them.

He drops the glass and it’s a miracle it doesn’t shatter in a sink. He doesn’t even remember taking the glass in the first place, was he trying to get some water? Right, he was probably doing just that. 

“Grian?” He jumps, turning around to face the customer, who stops energetically speaking, now looking at him with melancholic eyes. “Is everything alright? I hope I’m not getting on your nerves, people sometimes can’t deal with me when I start talking non-stop,” he says with a giggle. This man giggles a lot, doesn’t he?

“Yeah, I’m alright, sorry, The glass just slipped,” he said, trying to switch attention to something else. He does not need to think about it all right now. Suddenly there’s a slight buzzing sound and the stranger looks down at his clock, turning it off.

“I’m gonna be late to the meeting if I don’t leave soon, ah,” The stranger sounded very disappointed with the news. Grian looked up at the clock and noticed that it was just under five minutes left before the opening. The stranger could probably wait a bit longer and, if he wanted to buy anything, do it after opening; but after the past few minutes he would feel kinda guilty making him wait even longer.

“I… can take an order, if you want,” He suggested, glancing back at the man, who looked up at him with a giant grin on his face.

“You can? Oh, that would be so lovely! I’m usually good with people, but even I don’t know if the person will be good with me coming in late,” He said with a nervous giggle. “I don’t need much, a mocha and a chocolate cookie will be enough, thank you!”

Grian quickly nodded, turning back towards the coffee machine. “That would be $4.20”

“Huh? Are you sure?” The stranger asked from behind. The voice sounded wary but at the same time… not? It’s like he still had his childish grin on his face, and he knew it would happen. “I don't think that’s right.”

“Cookie is on the house,” Grian responded, sending a quick smile towards him. 

Honestly, Grain didn’t know why he was doing this. He doesn’t remember doing this even once in all his years in the cafe, so why? He was in a bad mood today, the second he woke up, and then the whole thing with Ren… The rain… But a 10-minute talk with this man somehow managed to give him the energy that he needed. Either Grain is finally losing his mind, or the stranger was indeed an Enchanted. He would have loved a power like that. If it was a power after all.

“Aww! Thank you, Grian, This place has great customer service, not a surprise that I’ve heard so many compliments about it, people love it here!” Grian would gladly point out that it was kinda not true. Yeah, they were popular, yeah people loved the cafe, but Grian was not the reason why. Out of all the people here, Grain was probably the most hated, which meant that he was the only one hated. There’s no way someone hated either Stress or Jevin, they were fun to have around. 

Slowly pouring the mocha into a special Double Hearted to-go cup, he turned around, seeing the money on the counter with the stranger standing over it and bouncing on his feet. He quickly grabbed two cookies with the tongs, putting them in a small bag, and placed it with the mocha on the counter, taking the money. 

“Enjoy!” He says with a smile, putting the money in the cash register while the stranger smiles back.

“I sure will! Might hop back here before I leave the city later, I hope I’ll see you once again, it was nice to talk to you! Will make sure to visit Hermitland before going home.”

“Have fun there! I’m sure it won’t disappoint you,” The stranger gave him an odd smile after hearing this, which caught him off guard for a second. It wasn’t creepy or anything, just slightly… unsettling.

“Oh, don’t worry, I’m hard to disappoint. I’m always up for anything, can’t get used to the calmness, you know? You shouldn’t either!” Huh? What is that supposed to mean?

“Why shouldn’t I?” He asks, his eyebrows raising.

“Life is a strange thing, Grian, it doesn’t just… calm down, it’s always up to something! If you think that your life is calm or boring, well… you’ll be in for a surprise; just hope that the surprise will be good for you.” With that, the stranger gives him one last giggle, before turning around with his mocha and cookies in hand and moving towards the door. “Don’t forget that! You might think that your life is predictable, but it’s not, so always be ready! Byyyee, Grian!”

Grian stands there for a few minutes after the door shuts behind the stranger. That was… by far the most bizarre thing that happened to him this week! That’s something! He lets out an annoyed sigh, regretting the free cookies given. He should have gotten the full price, but– well, a little late for that now.

He tries not to think about the man and his strange last words for the next few hours. At some point, he completely forgets what happened in the morning. People come and go, the cafe as always being a little overcrowded, and he has to deal with it alone until eleven o’clock hits, and Stress finally arrives for her shift. They exchange quick hello and hi’s, before she disappears back in the staff room to get dressed; because while Grain loved putting the uniform on back at home, Stress did it here, walking around Boatem in her beautiful flower dresses. 

“Okay, what about this,” Stress starts the moment she comes back. “I can take care of the counter and coffee, while you count everything. We need to see what we have left before placing the order today.”

“Oh, yeah, I can do that, let me finish this and I’m gonna check up on everything,” Grian answers, pouring another cup of coffee.

“Great! Also, you don’t have your name tag on,” Stress moves around him, greeting another person in front and starting to take an order, when her words finally get to him. He didn’t? 

Grian looks down at his chest, noticing that yes, his name tag was missing today. He might have forgotten it back home, his head was all fuzzy, with him trying to leave the apartment as soon as possible. But… how? Wait... 

It had been so many hours ago that he hadn't thought about that conversation, but now it was all coming back, confusing Grian even more; because didn’t the man… huh, he’s pretty sure he did use his name. Not once, but twice. They’d never met before, Grian is sure of that, so how did he-?

Agh, this is so confusing, what the heck?!

Grian decided he didn’t want to think about it anymore. That man was strange, he knew that the second he entered the cafe, so there was nothing new there. Maybe it was his enchantment. Yes! Exactly! An enchantment giving an ability to know people's names, why not? For now, he will roll with that, because he does not have the energy nor the desire to think about it any longer.

4 pm hits the clock soon enough, announcing the end of Grian’s shift. 

“I can stay another hour if you want,” He tells Stress, looking at her from the other side of the counter. He was already leaving, but looking at more people approaching, he felt guilty for leaving her alone with this crowd.

“It’s okay, luv, Jevin will be here soon enough. I don’t mind working alone, you know that.” Well, he does, but it doesn’t change the guilt he’s feeling.

“Okay, I'll leave you to it then!” He says, waving at her and leaving. He looks down at his phone, checking for any new messages, thinking maybe Ren texted him something (which he did a lot) but his DMs were empty. Well fuck, he upset him even more than he thought, didn’t he? Or was it something else? Agh.

He was almost at his apartment when something suddenly exploded a few streets away, sending a terrifying sound around. He notices people running out from around the corner, screaming, and takes a step back. 

For fucks sake, of course it had to happen right now, right when he was passing by– his day just can’t get any better! He wants to turn around and go back to the cafe, another hour of work will be great! But the second he actually turns, he hears another scream coming from the street around the corner.

“Mom?!” Well fuck. He waits a second, hoping to hear a woman's voice, but starts shaking when he notices that the response never came. It was a girl, no older than an age between 9 and 11; she sounded so young and so fucking terrified. What happened to her mother? Did she lose her in this mess? Or was she attacked and now laying dead in front of- No. No, no, no, Grian stop thinking about it.  He wanted to run away, he wanted to hide, but the screams of the little girl still echoed around the street (or maybe just the walls of his own mind-), and he couldn’t move. He needs- He- He needs to-

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'-.° Masterpost - Next Part °.-'

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Could you do a Nikki and Tommy omegaverse fic where they get pregnant and Tommy is super ecstatic about it? Smut is fine if you want to add it, I just really want some domestic fluff too. :) Totally fine if you don't want to fill this for whatever reason! /gen

Really love your writing

Thank you so much! And totally, hope you enjoy it

It's The Best Thing That I'll Ever Do (I Get To Love You)

Warnings: Omegaverse (obviously), alpha Tommy, omega Nikki, bottom Nikki, top Tommy, vaginal sex, knotting, unplanned pregnancy, mutual masturbation

Words: 3,249

The moment was beautiful. Outside the bedroom window, the sun was just about to set and painting the sky in color. There was a deep-hued bounty of purple, red, orange, yellow, and some colors that appeared to be a lovely mixture of those. The soft bed in the room was positioned right in front of a large window, the curtains pulled to the side to let the sunlight in. 

Nikki was spread out on the bed, laying face down on his hands and knees. Sunlight hit his body in gentle rays, basking his skin in a warm golden glow. It also made his hair look impossibly prettier, highlighting the parts of his hair that were more dark brown than they were black and making all of the strands shine. 

It hit Tommy suddenly that all of this was for him. Only he got to see Nikki like this these days. Every inch of his skin, every noise he made, every mole and blemish on his skin. All of this was reserved just for Tommy now. 

Fucking into his boyfriend a bit harder, he was overcome with waves of sentimentality. It encouraged him to lean down closer to Nikki’s back, closing the gaps between their skin and pressing a soft kiss to the side of his throat. He kept his pace up, hands still holding onto Nikki’s hips as he pounded into him rhythmically. This moment could never end and he’d be happy about it, happy to be locked here forever like a little beetle encased in resin and amber.

“I love you,” Tommy whispered against Nikki’s skin, voice soft and close to his ear. The moment had gotten away from him and turned tender in the blink of an eye. “I love you so much,” He reiterated, pressing another kiss to his neck. It was right over where their mating mark would be, where it should be. 

“I love you too, baby. Are you getting close?” Nikki replied and Tommy nodded as much as he could. He was so close, his knot already a bit swollen. 

“Yeah,” Tommy let out an airy laugh, readjusting his hands on Nikki so he had a better grasp on him. His fingers were soft on him, just stroking and cradling his body. Other times, he would hold Nikki hard enough to bruise and dig his nails in deep enough to leave marks. Not today, though. “I’m going to fill you up,” He promised and Nikki moaned at those words, pressing his face into the downy pillows. 

He knew Nikki was probably grateful they were almost done. He’d been worked through at least three separate orgasms by now and had started complaining he was becoming sensitive a while ago. He had told Tommy to keep going, although he’d offered to stop if it was hurting Nikki. Now, he was almost at the edge and very happy Nikki had let him continue. 

Tommy groaned when he pushed in a final time, his knot swelling enough now that he couldn’t pull himself back out without hurting Nikki. He didn’t try either, just shoved his hips as snugly to Nikki’s body as he could. His eyes closed as he came, coming deep inside and filling Nikki up just like he’d promised. 

“You did perfect,” Tommy praised as soon as his brain was working again, shifting their position over so they were cuddling instead. His arms wrapped around Nikki’s waist fully, spooning up close behind him. “Are you feeling okay, baby?” He asked, stroking sweaty hair away from Nikki’s face and throat. 

“Feel great,” Nikki murmured back, sounding exhausted and Tommy couldn’t blame him. The day had been long and the exertion had clearly taken its toll on Nikki. Tommy pressed a kiss to the back of Nikki’s neck, kissing hair more than skin. As expected, Nikki’s breathing evened out a few minutes later and Tommy smiled, staying as still as he could to avoid disturbing his partner.

***

Tommy wasn’t sure what was going on when Nikki had called him into the bathroom. He’d been in the middle of messing around on the drums when Nikki had yelled downstairs at him. It had been a miracle he’d even heard him, but Nikki could be shockingly loud when he wanted to be. 

At first, he’d worried something was wrong. Maybe Nikki had gotten hurt, but that didn’t make too much sense. Tommy was more curious than anything as he finally made his way into the bathroom. He didn’t have to wonder for very long before Nikki was shoving a pink, plastic stick. 

“What is this?” Tommy asked, taking it from him. He furrowed his eyebrows at Nikki, still confused about what was going on. 

“It’s a pregnancy test,” Nikki told him flatly and the confusion got worse before it alleviated. Oh, shit. He looked down at the test, reading the neat writing that was sketched into it. The words pregnant and not pregnant were on one side of the stick, instructing him on what the lines meant. Two lines were present on the stick and it told him that meant Nikki was pregnant. 

“There’s two lines. Two lines means pregnant,” Tommy said, feeling a bit stupid as soon as he’d said it. Of course, Nikki knew that, but the thought wasn’t processing in his own head. “Holy shit, it means pregnant. You’re pregnant?” Nikki nodded his head, expression unreadable. “Holy shit! How do you feel? This is a good thing, right?” He was trying to gauge whether he’d be a bad partner if he celebrated this now. 

“Yeah,” Nikki said quietly and Tommy worried. Maybe Nikki wasn’t happy about this, maybe he viewed it as a mistake they needed to fix. He’d support Nikki no matter what he chose, but he was happy about it. “Yeah, baby. Of course, it’s a good thing. It’s just a lot,” Nikki reassured and Tommy nodded. 

“It is a lot,” Tommy acknowledged and held out the arm that wasn’t holding the test. Nikki immediately pressed close to Tommy’s side, hugging him tightly around the middle. “We’ll figure it out, though. Whatever you wanna do about it, you know I’ll back you up. No matter what,” Tommy promised him, kissing his forehead. “I do wanna keep it,” Nikki told him after considering things for a bit. Tommy didn’t know how long he’d known before now, but it was clear Nikki had struggled to decide what he wanted to do. Of course, Tommy would back his partner up under any circumstance, but he was happy Nikki wanted to keep the baby too. And if his opinion changed, Tommy would be right there with him.

***

Tommy wasn’t really paying attention to what was playing on the television. Honestly, he couldn’t even name what they were supposed to be watching. He was too caught up in his omega, holding him close and petting his skin gently. Tommy was sitting against the headboard with Nikki between his thighs, their chest and back resting against one another. 

Tommy’s hand was pressed beneath the hem of Nikki’s shirt, rubbing over his still mostly flat stomach. Things had changed so much lately and as terrifying as it was, it was also exciting and he couldn’t wait for this new chapter of their lives. He was getting to the place where he’d always wanted to be. He had a nice omega who he loved, he got to play music for a living, they had a beautiful house, they were going to have a pup. 

“You’re not going to feel anything yet,” Nikki laughed, breaking Tommy out of his thoughts. Tommy grinned even wider at that comment, shaking his head. Realistically, he knew he wouldn’t, but his hands had practically been glued to Nikki ever since they’d looked at that test together. 

“I get to feel you,” Tommy retorted and even he knew how cheesy it sounded. It made Nikki laugh, reaching down to hold onto Tommy’s hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “And one day, I’m gonna get to feel our baby. Then we’re gonna get to hold her,” Tommy hummed, teasing Nikki further. 

“You’re such an idiot,” Nikki told him in a matter of fact tone that made Tommy want to cover his face in kisses. He also wanted to remind Nikki that he was his idiot and he loved him. “You’re gonna hold her, huh? What if it’s a boy?” Nikki added on.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Nikki. I’ll still hold our baby if he’s a boy,” Tommy knew what he meant deep down, but the words drew another laugh from Nikki. He would play up how dumb he was every day until they died if it meant Nikki never stopped laughing. “I think it’s going to be a girl, though.” 

They were quiet for a while after that. Tommy’s hand stayed on Nikki’s stomach, occasionally rubbing at his skin. He was excited for the time when he would be able to feel the baby kick or move, and he was even more excited for when the baby would actually be there with them. 

“How many kids do you think you want?” Tommy asked after a bit, finally breaking the silence between them. He’d never really considered having kids before and he definitely hadn’t discussed it with Nikki. He was suddenly very aware that they might not be on the same page about this at all. “Like, do you think you want more?” He elaborated. 

“I want more kids,” Nikki said simply and Tommy wondered if he’d thought about this before. He seemed very sure about it. “Maybe like seven or eight in total,” Tommy waited for Nikki to laugh, to show any indication that he was joking. He thought he’d misheard him at first, but he definitely said the words seven and eight. 

“Seven?” Tommy exclaimed, his voice a bit shriller than he’d ever heard it. It made Nikki laugh, although he wasn’t telling Tommy that he’d been joking. 

“Or eight. I don’t know. I’d like to have a lot of kids one day,” Nikki doubled down, giving a small shrug of his shoulders. “Why? How many do you want?” Nikki asked him back and Tommy had to think about it. He flattened his hand to Nikki’s stomach, considering the question. 

“I’d be down with seven or eight. I’ve never really thought about it, you know?” Tommy explained himself once he had his thoughts together. He’d never had a strong desire for children so far, but Nikki getting pregnant had shown him how open to them he actually was. Seven or eight did seem a bit overwhelming, but not enough to be something he wouldn’t want. “I’d be happy with one kid or with eight. I’ll give you as many as you want,” Tommy decided and pressed a kiss to Nikki’s temple.

***

It had been surprisingly easy to hide the pregnancy from the rest of the band until they were ready to tell them. They hadn’t had too many practices and for the most part, Nikki had been able to hide his body behind oversized clothes and staying pressed behind his bass most of the time. If either of them had noticed something was up with Nikki, they didn’t mention anything about it and given how much they loved mentioning things, Tommy tended to believe they just didn’t know. His suspicions were confirmed when they finally told the rest of the band. 

It hadn’t been a practice day when they told them, they were all just hanging out. Nikki had been to the doctor a couple days prior and had gotten a sonogram, even snagging two extra copies for the band to have. They’d shown up a bit late to Vince’s house, but it didn’t really matter. 

Everyone was in the living room when Nikki and Tommy walked in, and they were a bit thrown off by the presence of Razzle. Though, they weren’t too surprised. He’d been getting closer with Vince lately and Tommy bit back a comment when he saw them sitting rather close on the couch. Mick had decided to take an arm chair away from them and that was totally surprising. 

“We have a gift for you two,” Nikki announced, always one for an entrance. Everyone looked at them and Tommy barely contained himself, grinning as he and Nikki both produced one sonogram each. Nikki handed his off to Mick and Tommy scurried to give his to Vince. 

“What are we looking at here?” Razzle asked as he examined the sonogram Vince had been handed, all three of them looking at it curiously. 

“Tweedledee and Tweedledum are gonna have a kid,” Mick was the first to answer and Nikki pulled a face at him, although Tommy was unphased by the comment. 

“Gross, asshole. Weren’t they related?” Nikki huffed at him, shoving at his arm, although it wasn’t hard enough to hurt. Mick made an unhappy noise at the shove anyway, continuing to look at the picture he’d been given. As grumpy as he pretended to be about it, they would later come to find out that Mick had kept the sonogram beside his bed. 

“We’re gonna have a baby,” Tommy reiterated as though neither of them had even said anything. He took a seat beside Vince on the couch, crowding close to his side and pointing at the picture. “See that? That’s the baby’s head,” Tommy explained and Vince laughed. 

“Looks like a weird little alien. Just wait until they’re first born, man. They look freaky as hell,” Vince told him, leaning to give him a side hug. “I’m proud of you, though. You two are gonna be great,” That comment earned him a tight squeeze from Tommy, almost bruising his ribs with how roughly he handled him. Tommy’s grin was so wide that Nikki wondered how it didn’t hurt.

***

Something Nikki hadn’t expected about pregnancy was how horny it would make him. In fact, his doctor had warned him in the beginning that he would likely experience a decrease in sex drive. It had seemed like the total opposite for him, wanting it more and more often. 

Tommy had been concerned about it when Nikki first tried to initiate. It had taken reading a few passages from a pregnancy book Tommy’s mom had dropped off and a conversation with their doctor before Tommy felt comfortable enough. The entire time, he was still always cautious and continuously checking in with Nikki. Luckily, that worry and panic had decreased the more they messed around. 

They always fucked in positions that didn’t put any pressure on Nikki’s stomach. Most of the time, this meant Nikki riding Tommy which he had to admit, he loved. He enjoyed being in control of everything and able to move exactly how he needed. Riding Tommy also forced him deeper inside and let him rub against his sweet spot with every movement. 

Now, Tommy was laid next to him and they were simply touching each other. They’d both wanted to mess around, but neither had enough energy. Tommy hadn’t slept well the previous night and Nikki didn’t have a lot of energy for much of anything these days. They had found a solution, though. 

Nikki’s hand was wrapped around Tommy’s cock, warm and wet as he stroked over him. He always knew how to make Tommy feel like he was about to die in the best possible ways. Tommy decided this had to be true love because nobody made a handjob feel as good as Nikki did. Their bodies were meant for one another. 

Tommy’s hand was between Nikki’s legs as well, one of Nikki’s vibrators in his palm and pressing against his clit perfectly. They had spent enough time figuring each other out, knowing the right spots and the right pressure to apply to drive the other crazy. And it seemed even more intense for Nikki now. His whole body felt like it was on fire and Tommy luckily showed no signs of stopping. 

Ultimately, Tommy came first. Nikki had twisted his palm in just the right away, messing with the sensitive head and that had been enough. He’d stroked Tommy through it until he was oversensitive and squirming then just a bit more to be evil. Tommy didn’t even pause what he was doing when he came, continuing to rub the toy against Nikki. It didn’t take much longer, especially after Tommy could put all his focus into it, before Nikki came as well. 

“Fuck. I feel like I genuinely came my brains out,” Nikki groaned after a few minutes of just catching his breath. It took longer than normal to get his air back now, another weird side effect of pregnancy that he hadn’t been expecting.

***

“We are not naming our baby Jagger,” Nikki insisted, sounding downright incredulous, although his tone still contained a light-hearted nature. He was trying not to smile as he looked at the list of potential baby names that was hanging up on their refrigerator. 

Tommy was at the stove, making them breakfast, filling the kitchen air with the scent of eggs and potatoes cooking. Nikki’s eyes scanned over the list of names, checking the new additions that had been written down along with the old. The list wasn’t very long now, they’d marked off a lot of potential ideas. They’d landed on a handful of options for if it was a girl or a boy. 

They’d opted out of knowing if the baby was going to be a boy or a girl yet, wanting to just be surprised on the day. Tommy had gone back and forth on wanting to know beforehand. More than once, they’d considered finding out what the baby would be, but had ultimately decided against it. So, their list contained options for if it was a boy or a girl, but Tommy was stead-fast about it being a girl. 

Tanner, Avra, Mariana, Gunner, Jasmine, Maverick, Jagger apparently.

Nikki had jokingly written down Jon (middle name Bon-Jovi) which Tommy had scratched off the list almost immediately. They still had plenty of time to decide, although it felt like time was flying by. 

“Jagger is a cool ass name,” Tommy insisted. Nikki turned to watch him adding tomatoes to the mixture and Tommy glanced up at him, pointing towards him with the spatula. “Go sit down. You should be taking it easy,” Nikki rolled his eyes at him, but went to take a seat at the table which seemed to appease Tommy. “Maybe we can use Jagger as a middle name,” Tommy compromised and Nikki supposed he wasn’t entirely against the idea.

***

It was a quiet January day, early in the morning hours, when Gunner Nicholas Lee was finally born. He was seven pounds and eight ounces, and just a bit over nineteen inches long. It had been a surprisingly easy birth with only Tommy in the room with Nikki and the doctors, although Tommy’s parents both sat impatiently in the waiting room. 

As Tommy held their baby for the first time, golden light from the rising sun left a soft glow over Gunner’s face. The baby was passed easily to Nikki and Tommy stood next to the bed beside them. He stroked sweaty, dark hair away from Nikki’s face and smiled at the pair. 

“How are you feeling, baby?” Tommy asked quietly, feeling like the room was fragile around them. Nikki smiled, head pressed to the downy pillows. Tommy leaned down enough to press a kiss to Nikki’s forehead.  “You did perfect.”

[fyodorsfavoriteanimewifu]

A Flower for each Time you Cross my Mind

Biker Akutagawa x Florist Atsushi!! Akutagawa POV btw!! this is very OOC but I love this trope sm :)

My gloved hands grip the handle bars of my motorcycle, as I ride through the streets of Yokohama. The sun was setting, the beautiful colors of pink and orange paint the sky. I adjust my sunglasses, I should really be on my way home, but, there’s one more place I want to stop first. I turn the left corner of the street, and park my motorcycle in front of a small flower shop. 

I step off my bike, taking a deep breath as my eyes flicker to the sign on the door, open, thank God. I approach the door, but not before peering in through the window, my breath hitching in my throat, hair like snow, a voice that reminds me of honey, a presence that makes all form of self-hatred and misery fade from my soul, and a little fang toothed smile. 

Atsushi Nakajima, a florist that I had accidentally fallen head over heels for, I straighten up my jacket, trying to look presentable for him, after all, who wouldn’t want to look appealing towards him? Only a fool, perhaps. I twist the golden door knob, the small ring of the bell signalling that I had entered the shop. Atsushi turns to me, bright purple and yellow eyes meeting mine in a gentle gaze. 

That smile crosses Atsushi’s lips, the same one that gives me butterflies every time I lay eyes on it. “Ryuunosuke! It’s so nice to see you!”, Atsushi beams at me, my cheeks go red, I love it when he utters my name, a name that doesn’t deserve to be uttered, but, he makes my name sound so special, so wanted. 

“It’s nice to see you too…”, I mumble, before striding over to him, I was a little taller then him, by around an inch or so. “What are you doing here so late? I’d think you’d be home by now”, Atsushi queried, the brown fabric of his sweater was bathed in the golden sunlight, as he leaned against the black granite of the store counter top. 

“Oh, I just wanted to stop by to see you”, I murmur, it was true, I should be home by now, Gin was probably blowing up my phone, but I’ll get back to her later, all I wanted to focus on, was Atsushi, who I had been so eager to see all day, it was hard to focus since I was only thinking about him. “Really?”, Atsushi answered, his own cheeks gaining a red glow, before he chuckled awkwardly, which made my heart pound. 

“Yeah”, I say, before, I too smile softly, my slim hand snakes up to his cheek, caressing the supple skin, I couldn’t believe what on Earth I was doing, it was like the sun and the moon, a golden retriever and a black cat. A sudden rush of courage wafts through me, as I lean down, pressing my lips against Atsushi’s, making his eyes widen. 

Something I wasn’t expecting Atsushi to do, was lean in, his eyes becoming half lidded, his lips were soft and lissom, the sun continued to set, only making the scene more romantic. After holding the kiss for a good few seconds, I pull away, my breathing as soft, as I look at Atsushi, my eyes and soul were filled with love and adoration. 

“U-Um… I need to go…”, Atsushi murmured, a timid smile on his lips. “Thanks for that, Ryuunosuke”, Atsushi smiles,”Anytime… I’ll be back tomorrow”, I say, watching as Atsushi steps behind the counter,”Fine with me, I’ll see you tomorrow!”, Atsushi speaks calmly, before I walk out the door, blushing insanely. 

That was certainly not something I had planned to do, but it was so worth it. 

Thanks for reading!! this is yet another re-upload from my AO3 <3

[chirp-the-mouse]

This is Ixik, a D&D character of mine! Also debuting his new familiar, Quill the ermine! There was a time skip in the campaign recently so I made a new ref for them (not that I had one in the first place).

[Image description

A tall teifling with red skin and red-purple hair. He has a sort of undercut thing or the right half of his head is shaved (and grown out an inch or so), it's unclear. His hair is wavy and fluffy. His ears are pointed and nearly the length of his face, and his left ear has a golden dangly earring with a teal gemstone. His horns are only a little shorter than his ears, they extend from the front sides of his head in a sort of L shape. His face is a bit long and pointy, and he has a long nose bridge with his nose flat on the bottom. Three of his teeth are replaced with gold teeth, one being a canine that has been made to be pointy. His eyes are an orange-yellow with round black pupils and white sclera. He has a classic demon tail, long and thin, ending with a triangle point. He wears a white button down shirt with large sleeves that end with tighter cuffs at the wrist. He wears a matching vest and trousers that are a slightly purpley-brown. The vest has shiny teal buttons to match his earrings, and the pockets are lined with the same teal. He wears nice brown leather boots, they are more functional than fancy but could probably pass as business casual.

He has two poses, one flat-color full body smiling and waving at someone offscreen, and the other a cell shaded close-up bust of him holding his ermine (a ferret like creature, here it is in its winter coat, which is all white except for the black end of the tail). He smiles with his eyes closed and his teeth showing. The ermine looks up at him as he gives it scratches under its chin.

Ixik's spellcasting focus is a small book tied on a string as a necklace. It is drawn to the side as it is not visible in either drawing of them.

There is a simple drawing of Quill in her summer coat, she is brown with a white chin, belly, and inner legs. Her toes are more pink and her tail is tipped with black. Above this drawing is her name (Quill), pronouns (he/she/they/it), and species (ermine)

By Ixik's name is the aroace pride flag along with his pronouns (he/they/it), his race (tiefling), and his class (wizard/druid).

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[dane-ffxiv]

Prompt #21: Shade

“I think… I’ll pick that one.”

An assortment of woven bracelets sat neatly on display, organized by color and their braided patterns. Dane thought they were simple and charming for mere festival game prizes. And they may have been of lesser quality, but it was the sentiment that mattered; her and Joseni each chose one to establish a matching pair.

An orange bracelet stood out to her immediately, and the decision was made.

Autumn had arrived soon after; the air carried a chill to mark the beginning of candle, blanket, and fireplace weather. She stretched her short legs across the couch, barely half the length, and bundled up with a tome. This would be the first season she’d have someone else’s clothes to wear; they took turns at the other’s apartment, often leaving shirts or other articles for the next visit. Dane could wear her own, yes, but the idea of swimming in Joseni’s oversized sweater seemed way more appealing.

From the folded pile in her top drawer, she chose one resembling his eyes.

The exchange didn't stop at clothing; they both had a growing collection of Dane's hair ties littering their apartments. Only a few were placed intentionally, but the rest had ended up in random spots. On countertops, tables, chairs, and shelves. In bags, jacket pockets, drawers, and baskets. Dane lost scrunchies as often as she found them. But they would always show themselves when needed.

A hair tie with marigold patterns caught her eye; the very same flower Joseni wore above his ear. She secured it on her wrist and left, making her way towards the city.

As she walked and admired the scenic path, she began braiding her hair. She loved the warmth of the Shroud's autumn trees, all varying reflections of red, orange, yellow, and brown. Dane recognized the scene as summer’s farewell, a greeting she once dreaded. But this turn, something changed. She held a fallen leaf and held it up to the sun, outlines of its veins prominent against the light.

And she was reminded of him.

His amber eyes that always gazed at her with such tenderness. The scarf he wore to The Elegy, always crooked in some manner that required her attention. The oversized sweater she chose when she needed that extra warmth and comfort. The woven bracelet she won at the festival. The scrunchie that held her braided hair together.

Those trivial, unconscious decisions were no coincidence. She saw him everywhere; things she already loved had greater depth. Her newfound appreciation for fall, the season she hated, even carried traces of him. So impactful that they changed her perspective completely, like seeing a new world for the first time.

It brought her back to him and his golden eyes.

[admirange]

Mcl style contest outfit dump pt. 7

Bloodlust

I will NOT give up on a perfect Cassandra Dimitrescu outfit. Still not great but I thought I'd try again since I already have more clothes than last time. This is a Dimitrescu cosplay evolving series, I will try again in the future, that's for sure.

Got really low ranking with it

Fearless

I wanted to do Eowyn but I don't have blonde wigs sooo I looked up fearless female characters in movies. Ripley from Alien was my first choice but I don't have a hair for her either. So Katniss Everdeen was my final pick. Still just heavily inspired, I don't think she's recognizable. The mockingjay outfit was the inspo. This was the most threatening outfit for Taki so that's what she got.

Got really low ranking with it

Black cauldron

I got bored from the fantasy clothes so a modern day witch was my goal here. Not much to say about it.

Got low ranking with it

Broken

I guess a lot of people will go into this direction but I also made a broken doll. I didn't like using so much items from the same pack though:/ Tried to go in a different direction with the new doll dress and a shared item vampire bank outfit skirt. I didn't like it for this theme, but maybe for a future one it can work? Well, if someone shares the skirt again of course. So yeah, I sticked with the original idea.

Got low ranking with it

Spellbound

A witch, again? Of some sort. All white because it's pretty shiny and you can't take your eyes off of it or something. A lot is happening here, I feel bad for putting not just the cauldron but even the sparkles?? I hate how every winner uses it for literally no reason so I usually avoid it (I don't have to, I just don't feel the need to use it most of the time) but sometimes it just fits my vision.

Got low ranking with it

Forgotten tomb

I, again, made this with my friend and mostly put everything on she liked. We went for a rich dead, she said it's lowkey giving Egyiptian vibe, but idunno. We went to vote afterwards and we did see an AMAZING mummy, superliked it. I don't know who you are but I hope hope hope you'll get on the podium. It's a shame I have to vote for the same shitty butterfly outfit 10 times in a row but these treasures only come up once, twice if lucky:/

Got low ranking with it

Wear your heart on your sleeve

Well we say it as like "what's on their heart is on their mouth" and it's always the brutally honest people. So I didn't do a cutesy outfit, honesty can often be hard to face. That's why I made a more rebellious outfit/character.

Got low ranking with it

This is me

The iconic The greatest showman music 😩 no but I wanted to do Golden Freddy from fnaf bc I thought it would be great as they always say "it's me". But I barely have a few yellow stuff so no, that did not work out. Also I can make myself, but wasn't sure so went to vote to take a look what others did. I saw people (probably) making themselves, so I did too. Well, tried. I didn't base my candy off of me, so the items I have are not exactly the wardrobe I have. Still tried and did a decent job. Also tried to recreate my room the best as I could. (Yes I dress very dark but my fav colors are actually red & pink 😔)

Got low ranking with it (didn't know I was playing with magical girls that attract butterflies!)

Obsidian guard

The obsidian guard's colors are like grey (silver), orange, yellow, red, brown... stuff like that? I don't really have grey stuff so I used white. Idk how fantasy looking it is, I don't think it's that bad.

Got low ranking with it

Laziness

The thought process was simply a cold, lazy weekend when you just play games, watch movies and drink coffee all day.

Got low ranking with it

Pilot

Well the flying high pack really just speaks for itself. Still, tried to use/implement items from different packs as well.

Got well ranked with top 16%

Plush

White & pink stuff, preferably softer looking ones. Not proud of the unnecesary sparkles but I really need like 10 gems asap so I'm willing to give up my pride for a few days😩

Got low ranking with it (sold my soul for nothing😔)

Moon warrior

Basic ass fantasy clothes in white because atp I'm beginning to not care that much lmaoo

Got well ranked with top 8% (I actually did it with this ugly ass outfit! But I still need 5 gems to go😔)

Clown

Now we did a clown already but it was a spooky clown. This one is a normal clown which isn't supposed to be spooky. I would be proud, if not for the fucking sparkles, which is a funny thing to say since I was the one who put it there; but you see, I am so desperately in need for 10 bloody gems I'm willing to do almost anything. Of course, I know damn well I will not receive those, so deep down I have no idea why do I even bother ruining my outfits with them. Maybe I should put 5 items in my candy's hand and that'll do the trick. But I'm not that desperate yet. Maybe tomorrow I will be.

Got really low ranking with it (bruhhhh😭)

Casino

Looked up casino outfits and just did something similar to what I got. It's neat imo, although I'm still trying with those damned ugly ass sparkles. I can stop soon because I'm starting to see there's no way in hell I can get those 10 bloody gems before the new episode comes out.

Got well ranked with top 30%

Anger

Red & black for obvious reasons. Now that I have some new stuff from the halloween event I can't let go of them. Put the doll thingy on there because like- "controlled by anger" yk? Maybe it's a reach and it was a stupid idea.

Got well ranked with top 25%

Gluttony

I think we already had this theme? Or something similar. Anyway went for the candy look again. Can't say I'm proud because there's too much going on. BUT I'm free from the sparkle hell. The cauldron shows that there's something cooking in there.

Got well ranked with top 22% (why do my shittiest outfits get well ranked)

Back to school

Okay I had the must fun with this since a long time ago! No "color codes" just a cute school oriented outfit. I'm happy with how it turned out!

Got low ranking with it

Greed

Oh my god I spent so much time on this. First I put all jewelries on the character, THEN the clothes. There's 4 bags on her because that's the greediest shit ever lmao. So so so much going on, I think it fits this theme (kind of a nod to those who always have a billion different accessories on their entries). But also what's up with the seven deadly sins themes lately? It would be so fucking funny is someone dressed up as a bee

Got well ranked with top 8% (oh my god💀💀 it's the cringiest thing ever to get well ranked with a shit like this, I feel like the people who make these unironically – on the same note, sad to see the trump cosplay so below)

Sepia memory

I have to admit I had to look it up. Sad thing is, I don't really have brown stuff either, but tried to make the best of what I have. The lore is a nice little vacation on the beach, that's all.

Got low ranking with it

Hollywood star

I'm not into celebrity shit so I thought about fictional characters. First was Maxine Minx, but I don't have blonde wigs. Then I realized I welcomed The substance amongst my favourite movies and decided to make Elizabeth Sparkle - for Sue I think I'd need the plastic life pack. The spiky wit (is that the name?) background would've been PERFECT but I don't have that either:/ I think I'll get really low ranking with it but I hope some people will recognize her at least.

Got really low ranking with it (still worth it😩)

Light guard

White because light and buh I am so tired of fantasy themes I'm doing the same ones over and over again and the same people win with the same dresses over and over again LET ME DRESS UP AS A LAWYER DAMN IT (I'm losing it)

Got well ranked with 10th place (🤦‍♀️ pls beemoov hurry up with that voting system fix, I can't do it anymore)

The sixth sense

I call it, the magical girl with the magical flying book will win. I tried to do more of a ghost hunter if that makes sense. The movie Loraine Warren was the inspo. Ugly ass sparkles because let's pretend those are orbs.

Got really low ranking with it (who whould've thought😬)

Envy

Ugh stop with the seven deadly sins I hate them😭 the fantasy clothes fairy butterfly girls always win anyway, it's no funnn. Also fucking yellow as yellow from jealousy. I hate yellow. Okay anyway, it's sort of like an evil queen from Snow White but with a modern touch?

Got low ranking with it

Pyjama party

These are the themes I like!!! So although I can't really say much about it, I enjoyed doing it!

Got well ranked with top 25%

Banished knight

Back at the fantasy themes again. Did a knight that's on her way in the wild, just wandering and hanging around.

Got low ranking with it

Nature walk

I like this theme too. The ones that can be easily done with "modern clothes" are the best imo. I'm not f2p, but I think themes that can be done with the free clothes too are the best. October as a whole was a nightmare, I pretty much started to heavily dislike fantasy themes because of that. And I'm saying it as a person who HAS fantasy clothes. Themes like this actually give a slightly more chance for f2p to get higher rankings. I am so so so tired of the same people winning with the same outfits. I wouldn't mind those people winning, if they didn't just copy & paste their entries in different colors every single time. It's so predictable at this point.

Got low ranking with it

Sleeping beauty

I don't really have pink stuff but I do have a lot of white, so that's what I used. Also this is the only blonde wig I have but I think it fits well.

Got well ranked with top 12%

Bling bling

I had 0 idea what bling bling meant so I looked it up, google said it's stylish clothes & flashy jewelries, pinterest gave me very different variations. I saw quite a lot of early 2000s vibes so with the room I went in that direction, for the clothes, I don't know. Tried to do stylish with expensive jewelries but idk if I nailed it or not? I don't have sparkly clothes so. Honestly no idea if I did good or not.

Got low ranking with it

Furballs

I know people call animals like this but I don't have the animal ear/tail, so I searched furball outfits and it gave that typical fur outfit americans think slavic women usually wear. So I went in that direction.

Got low ranking with it

Thank you for reading and/or looking through my creations!