#like dont worry i already have it all backed up on my computer

[micamone]

robbie stacey valentino's only crimes were being a teenager, and being an antagonist in a story told from a sweaty childs point of view

[akascow]

okay so

i think the viktor and mel hallucinations during jayce's whole Moment in 2x07, their eyes are just completely black. and its VERY faint but u can KIND OF see the outline of their irises if u look REALLY close (irl)

to show u what i mean:

first ones are just normal settings (tho my computer brightness is all the way up), i only messed with the exposure n highlights of the pictures and stuff in the middle ones, and outlined the eyes in the third ones

​which could make sense in terms of his mental state i think ? he maybe feels like he let them down, or betrayed them or couldnt help them in a way ??

they dont feel human to him anymore. or maybe hes created these images so theyre judging him as he can only reminisce on what happened and how he left things

mel’s vision looks maybe like either angry, stubborn, strong willed or annoyed lol... her chin is kinda turned down, with downturned eyebrows, and her lower lids are halfway closed implying that shes like glaring or narrowing her eyes at him, her lips almost look pursed together and i think ? her nostrils are flared but its so hard to tell lmao we only get like three frames of over exposure HAAH take these with a grain of salt lmfao

viktor (even tho i cannot for the life of me read his expression HAHA) to the best of my ability i think kinda looks hurt or confused, maybe innocent for lack of a better term or scared. ((which given how he left jayce it would kinda fit lmao)) BUT his brows are ever so slightly scrunched together, one is higher than the other which usually implies confusion or thinking or admiring. eyes are wide open, mouth is agape a teenie bit, these are usually seen with softer, positive or more admirable expressions, and his chin is tilted upward. im not trying to turn this into a jayvik thing i swear im just comparing to my facial recognition knowledge HAHA

and as he loses himself deeper in the hexcore, the more he starts losing and/or fearing the two ppl he loved most ? ... and worries how he’d get back to them (if at all) and how he would imagine they would react.

the two ppl who not only made and brought him to who he is today, but uplifted and supported and stood by him for ~10 years despite everything

anyway this theory would all pair nicely with the voices that start playing in the background during his lil Montage lmao it kind of culminates into a massive guilty conscious, that then outwardly presents itself in their hallucinations:

“i never asked for this” - jayce to viktor, after their conversation about him breaking their promise about destroying the hexcore, resulting in vik leaving him lmao. also jayce literally turned viktor into this metal husk so hes gotta have that sitting on his shoulders too lmfao

“[heimer] was my mentor, and i betrayed him” - jayce (to mel) abt voting heimer off the council despite heimer ending up being completely right about magic in the first place

“it corrupts” “you must destroy it” “ive seen nations destroyed” - heimer about the hexcore, jayce screams over this as those lines play, anguishing over the fact that he literally did this to himself and hes the reason Piltover is (or will be) no more bc he ignored the warnings

“its your time now jayce” “perhaps its time for the era of magic” - mel to jayce, context is in the quotes HAHA. jayce is screaming no! no! and please! during these lines, i think its just to hammer (pun intended) home on the fact that it all ties back to him for ‘creating’ magic. its on HIM (at least in his own mind) for the destruction of Piltover and all of its people

not to mention the reason hes stuck down there for so long is because his own invention (hextech hammer) disabled him enough to make him unable to climb out for (as far as we know) weeks or even months... more outward projection of self guilt, but like far more literal than symbolic i guess

and as other people mentioned already, it put him in the same position of viktor (down in the depths of zaun having to pull himself up to piltover with the challenges of a disabled leg and illness and no one to support or help him) which allowed him to relate to viktor in a way he never could have before

maybe im just thinking too hard about it idk (im not). or unless this was extremely obvious to the average viewer HAHA. in my defense i spent this whole montage pausing every .6 seconds to take a picture of seggsy and broken and whimpering jayce so i wasnt really paying that much attention to it all AHAHA

anyway do u think this was a hallucination or was it actually the mage standing here with him for a flash lmao

okay sorry for that long ass post i would add a page break sooner but it would interrupt my flow of thoughts that i need u all to experience like i do HA

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also shameless self promos but u should check out my jayvik butterfly effect and viktors humanity symbolism analysis posts if u liked this one >:)

[boydepartment]

enhypen texts + scenario - when you ask them to call

a/n: i am procrastinating on eng 102 hw. that’s not due until sunday but STILL. i just don’t wanna do it rn 🫶

warnings: cursing

MASTERLIST

jungwon-

when jungwon finally called and you answered you perked up...

"hey my baby! are you feeling any better? i know this cold has been messing with you..." his voice sounded worried. you sneezed and hummed softly. "i've been trying to get better so i can see you again, i dont wanna get you sick or anything!" you whined, you missed him dearly but you could not get him sick. especially with a comeback around the corner. "do you want to play a game or something? that always cheers you up!" you smiled at jungwon's kindness, "i'd really love that."

heeseung-

when heeseung answered he set his phone up his phone at his desk so you could see him...

"hey my favorite person! i missed you..." heeseung mumbled as he clicked away at the computer. "i thought i asked you to stop playing league!" you teased him, joking of course. he started giggling and pushed up his glasses. "after this game, i'm in the middle and leaving would make me a shitty friend!" he was focused. you really didn't mind when he played games while you called him. you got to see the eye candy in front of you, and you got to listen to him talk to himself, cursing under his breath. so safe to say you were not complaining <3

jay-

when you finally got a call it felt like a breath of fresh air to you...

"i am so stressed right now..." you leaned you head down on you pillow, you resorted to studying in bed. "i know my love, do you want to teach me what youre learning? i heard that can help..." he suggested, jay's voice was soft. you smiled to yourself, "i think that will help, but can you tell me about your day first?" "of course darling..."

jake-

when jake finally answered you, you kicked your feet a little, not that he needed to know that...

"hiiiiii!" jake said, in his usual cheery tone, he was always happy to hear your voice, so you didnt answer, you hummed. "y/nnnnnnn!!!!! i want to hear your voice please!" he started acting overdramatic, whining, being loud, the whole thing. you started to laugh and snort. "that works for me too, your laugh is my second favorite noise!" your brows furrowed, "what the hell is your favorite?" "YOUR VOICE ITSELF?????" jake sounded offended, "I AM NOT SOME PERV? I DONT KNOW WHY PEOPLE THINK THAT!" you started laughing again, jake never failing to making your mood lighter.

sunghoon-

you did not think sunghoon was actually sprinting, so when you answered the face time call and saw the phone looking like it was being thrown, you started laughing.

"AH! I AM FINALLY IN MY HOTEL ROOM!" you heard his door shut and saw him flop on the bed, "hi my love!" you were still giggling, "you didn't have to run!" "i did have to run! i missed you! and you missed me!" sunghoon spoke like it was the most simple thing on earth. "i love you." you spoke softly, sunghoon put his face in the blanket. mumbling out a weak, "i love you too."

sunoo-

"NOW WHY ON EARTH ARE YOU HIDING YOUR EMOTIONS FROM ME?!"

you jumped back from your phone, sunoo was LOUD. "i didnt want you to think i was clingy!" you cringed out. sunoo let out an appalled noise. "y/n l/n i love you more than anything in the world! do not be afraid to say you miss me! in fact i miss you ALL the time!" you heard him huff at the end, solidifying his statement in a very sunoo way. he never failed to make you smile. "okay okay! i miss you everyday too! now talk to me please!" you said in between laughs. "THIS IS NO LAUGHING MATTER I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!"

riki-

you read over his lasts texts trying to comprehend them until he called you

"you okay? you seemed mad." riki spoke, you head him rustle around a bit so you assumed that he was in bed, you were too. "no, i am just really tired of human interaction right now." riki chuckled slightly, "that's ironic." "shut up i thought we already established you are something else." you spoke quickly and defensively, this made him laugh and accidentally drop his phone. "FUCK!" you started laughing, "what the hell just happened!?" you didn't know this, but the fact riki made you laugh by purposely dropping his phone made his heart warm. you also didn't need to know that risking shattering his phone was on purpose either just to hear you laugh again. "I ACCIDENTALLY DROPPED MY PHONE AND I CANT FIND IT BECAUSE IT IS DARK IN MY ROOM!"

[a-star-that-burns-brightly]

CH2-12 thoughts (spoilers, I guess. You probably shouldn't be in the tag if you haven't finished the episode though.)

So! DRDT is officially back, and wow what a way to begin the rollercoaster we'll be put through the next few weeks. This episode was amazing, and I wanted to discuss my thoughts on it in a more detailed form. This episode gave us a lot of character moments that I want to at least mention, so let's get into it? Before we do though, I want to say that through these posts, I will be updating two things and showing them at the beginning and end First one being the swear statistics! It became a thing after my previous rewatch that every time a character swears, I count it, and I want to continue doing that for the rest of the series if I can so manage it.

^ current swear statistics as of CH2-11

And the second being...drumroll please!

My own personal DRDT CH2-Part 2 bingo card! If something on this list happens in CH2-Part 2, I'll check it off. Hopefully I can get a bingo or two in here, especially since, spoilers, two of the boxes have already been checked. But with all of that preamble out of the way, let's begin shall we? I’m going to cover the character moments we got in separate categories of the well…characters, rather than in order, for the sake of being concise.

Arturo

First and foremost, “Shut your whore mouth” made me scream at the top of my lungs. God I wish that was voiced. But more importantly, the thing about Arturo being very young for a plastic surgeon actually being addressed was not something I expected, especially so early. But I definitely appreciate the nuggets of Arturo backstory. Funny enough, his situation sounds very similar to Min’s in some regard, especially this line

(x) Arturo: I was only able to get this far in such a short amount of time because I specialized in plastic surgery, and nothing else. I neglected everything that wasn't immediately relevant to my goals.

This absolutely plays a factor into his relationship with his little sister. It more than likely was not just him leaving that made her commit suicide, but perhaps also years of neglect. And if she really felt like she couldn't live a life without Arturo in it, it's safe to say that their parents probably weren't the best either. The more I learn about Arturo and his homelife the more worried I am for him and especially his sister.

Veronika

Veronika didn't get much besides being her usual self, but I gave her a category because I wanted to point out two things One, Veronika calling Arturo cute. That just made me smile

And secondly, this line right here

(x) Veronika: Oh, and don't say something as boring as "I want to kill myself." I have no interest in such mundane reasons.

This is so fucked up and awful and gross and I absolutely love her for it. I just know she's going to get worse, I hope she does.

And also the fact that she apparently finds suicide to be inherently boring is very interesting, given the fact that she more than likely has the self-harm secret.

Whit

I know he didn't have much, if any major role in this episode but...listen I missed him. So much. You have actually zero idea how much I missed him and his goofiness... But also I can't believe that was the explanation for the dent in the computer lab that's been bugging me for months. Well played DT-Dev... (though the fact that Whit got away with breaking a rule solely because MonoTV thought it was funny is a bit fishy...it's almost like he's the MASTERMIND-- /hj)

We also in general got a lot of Charles and Whit moments, which I always like to see I don't think there's anything else to cover when it comes to Wh--

(x) David: Ugh! Goddamn it, Whit, does everything you say have to be made into some shitty dumb joke?! You're actually really fucking annoying! Shut the fuck up!!

...Well, when I said I wanted more Whitvid interactions I guess this can serve as a reward. ...guys dont worry this is how we can still wi--

Levi

...I mean, what else is there to say really?

No but actually I'll talk. This is what we've been theorizing for a year, and I actually had it in my predictions that Levi's secret was going to be the one revealed in this episode. But I did not expect it right at the end, nor did I expect it to be so sudden. And I don't think Levi has any reason to lie either, so I think this is his actual secret. Seeing him lose confidence and apologize for his unhelpfulness kind of stung to me, honestly. Levi has been trying to help the group since the very beginning, and that has only amplified since the start of Chapter 2. So seeing him...basically give up was very upsetting He is definitely going to be in the hot seat next week's episode and I am very excited for it, hopefully we get some insight on his past as well and...maybe a levi and nico interaction? please dt-dev? please? :>

Hu

FishyFried, as always, knocked it out of the fucking park with Hu's voice acting, and her monologue towards David was just as amazing...if not a bit terrifying, as it directly parallels with her hidden quote

I want to pay for what I’ve done. But even then, I still want to live.

I think I've said this before, but I adore David and Hu's dynamic and how both of them tackle the themes of change in their own ways, how both of them project onto the people around them to fulfill their own desires due to being stagnant in their own growth as people, it's so much fun, and I can't wait to see how this continues to develop in the later chapters I am sincerely a ch5victim!david + ch5killer!hu believer at the end of the day.

Teruko

Oh Teruko, quite a bit to discuss with you today.

For starters, her genuinely feeling embarrassed and upset upon realizing what she did wrong, apologizing for it, and (how I interpreted it anyway) beginning to realize that working alone and not accepting help from others is starting to bite her in the ass? That was not what I expected. I really did think that Teruko was going to get worse before she got better, but maybe she's improving a lot quicker than I thought (...let's hope she doesn't backslide again though, especially if the culprit is who I think it is) Also.

If I have to live with this knowledge, so the-fuck do you. And then there's her argument with David, which I already made a post about, but I want to add onto it by saying that the performances from Swords and LuucarIi here are absolutely phenomenal. One of my favorite voice acted scenes in the entire series. I have replayed Teruko's "Hah! Based on what?!" probably around 20 times and I will repeat it 20 times more because the delivery gives me actual chills. This fangan has such an amazing voice cast oh my god it's insane.

David

Oh. You are such a broken, broken man, and you are absolutely going to go down the Simon Laurent route. I actually don't have a lot to add when it comes to David's actual motivations for his actions, I think a lot of us theorized that he was trying to kill everyone and himself. But the main thing I want to talk about is the Xander shit because oh my god this man is Down Fucking Horrendous. I mentioned all the way back in this post that David idolizes Xander just as much as Xander idolizes him. What I didn't expect was for him to still be clinging onto the hope Xander gave him and trying to follow in his footsteps, and being borderline possessive over the damn dead man. Xander may have idolized David, but David is obsessed with Xander and what he represents to him. And he is willing to ruin his reputation, reliability, and dignity in pursuit of what he thinks is right. Not to mention, it puts the Tally5 image in a whole new light.

Though I still think these words apply to the very possible revolution that David, Xander, and Mai enacted towards Hope's Peak, a theory that has become even more credible after this episode, I also think these lines portray David's thought process during his actions in CH2-11 and his motivation for doing the things that he does. David calling Xander "the only good person he's ever known" is very, very telling when you consider what he personally thinks makes someone a bad person (lazy, useless, stupid). And that makes me upset. Xander and David's relationship will never not be absolutely fascinating to me. ...alSO DAVID APPARENTLY HAS MEMORIES FROM HOPE'S PEAK??? APPARENTLY??? Like am I reading that right or do I just have bad media literacy. How...How does he??? WHY does he??? Why did he say he didn't know who Xander was in the prologue???? I am very confused and I'm sure it will all be answered. Extra Thoughts !! - we got 7:30 AM confirmation, woohoo!! And the bonus of Arei swinging when she was first found was such a good detail and I’m surprised none of us noticed it, honestly. With that confirmation, that leaves basically everyone else (minus J, David, Veronika, Hu, and Nico) in the hot-seat. - the multitude of new sprites we got were so amazing, especially David's - Apparently everything that happened in the second half of CH2-11 was in the span of two hours?! Sheesh, the editing crew on the TV show must be working overtime. Hopefully they get a paycheck and its not just MonoTV who gets paid. - If I had any doubt in my brain that Eden was the culprit it has basically dissipated with this episode. I really do not know who else it could be other than her. three of the five main suspects other than her have basically been cleared up, either through alibi (J and Hu) or though plot (Levi) David and Nico are also cleared from suspicion Though there isn't really any plot or evidence reason to necessarily exclude Rose, given her moment in CH2-8 and, let's be honest, this murder being way too physically complicated for someone as lethargic as her to commit, I'm inclined to believe she is not And every other character has something that's clearly being set up to be further explored in Chapter 3 (Charles, Whit, Ace, Arturo, and Veronika) Like... even if you don't think Eden is the culprit, you can't deny that she's the odd one out here. I still think Accomplice!Levi is true, but I also truthfully think the culprit can't be anyone other than Eden - If I were to give one I-guess critique though, not just on this episode but on the trial as a whole, it's that we are four trial episodes in and there has been very, very little focus on the actual murder mystery itself. We have barely even covered 80% of the evidence. This isn't like, a huge problem for me specifically because I very much watch DRDT for the astounding character writing over the murder mysteries, and I definitely think that the lack of focus on the case is worth the amazing character moments we got in this episode. But I can see it really bothering some people, and there's a part of me that can't help but be a bit afraid that the actual solving of the murder case is going to hit the audience with a bunch of information at once and come across as a bit rushed due to the lack of focus it's had so far. I trust that DT-Dev is cooking though, and it'll probably be a lot more cohesive once we have the full trial to look through.

Predictions for CH2-13 - Like I said before, Levi is going to become the main suspect easily thanks to his secret reveal. I know Ace is going to be on his ass especially, because in his mind it would basically confirm the image he has already conjured up of Levi in his mind as a violent brute who is going to snap his neck any second. J is also going to jump to conclusions because that's just what she does, and she was already concerned about the murderer secret to begin with. - Furthermore, I think most of this episode is going to entail Teruko trying to disprove that Levi could've been the culprit. Considering the fact that there, well, isn't much evidence to suggest he didn't, maybe this episode will feature this chapter's Random Guess minigame. - I highly doubt we're getting an AM VS PM scrum debate now, but maybe we'll get one on whether or not Levi is the culprit? Maybe? - On the topic of trial minigames, I hope we get another nonstop debate, it's been like three episodes since we've had one lmao - Nico is either going to defend Levi, or reiterate the speech that J gave them in CH2-9. Either way, I hope this reveal causes them to interact it would be so interesting - We are on a track-record of having at least one person's secret exposed every trial episode. Considering the fact that Xander and Min are dead, and I do not think Teruko's secret will come out until the end of the chapter, that really only leaves Hu and Veronika...which is interesting, as they are both in the clear for being the culprit. Hu has already had multiple moments to shine in this trial, so I think its more likely that Veronika's secret will be the one getting revealed. How that happens, I am unsure. But I think Veronika will be the next person to have her secret revealed.

Conclusion Overall, I think this episode was amazing and a great way to kick off the end of the hiatus. I can already tell that these next few weeks are going to be a wild ride for us DRDT fans, but we're all in this together, so I think everything's going to be fine (nothing is going to be fine.)

UPDATED SWEAR STATISTICS: CH2-12

UPDATED BINGO CARD

[beeswearpants]

so i watched the venom 3 trailer, freaked out like a schoolgirl, and god, how on earth will i be able to watch this in a theatre- in public- I’ll want to scream… ill want to squeal… i can’t watch this in the theater man!!!! its genuinely a concern I have to have its so funny to me cause god

little fun fact about myself I already made someone leave a theater from a venom-related reaction

i went to see spiderman with my friends, the last one. And i know nothing about marvel i’ve never seen any of it, I was just sitting there the whole movie, mildly confused but okay, but then… ending credits….

in a wave of pure shock and adrenaline, i screamed to the top of my lungs (APPARENTLY) “VENOM????!?!?!?” upon seeing them. so much so that it made a woman angrily storm out complaining cause she got so fed up with it. and this was the last spiderman movie!! the one where everyone is screaming and clapping and yapping all the time- so it must’ve been baad–

And I didn’t see no woman i didn’t notice i had screamed, my friends told me about it later cause I was LOCKED IN, i did NOT notice any of that!!! i felt so bad but i was STUNNED

my guys??? my gays??? on the big screen??? without warning?????? a surprise from MY guys??????????? HUH?????? OUT OF NOWHERE????? on the fuck ass marvel spiderman movie?????????? MY GUYS???? i was on the edge of my sit!!!! adrenaline!! pumping on my veins!! i was SHOCKED!!! hands over my mouth!!! made a lady leave the room!!

oh oh!!! and watching venom 2? i fell down my chair and scraped my knee-

every 5 minutes i had to pause it and run away from my computer, literally sprint away around my house giggling jumping-

the night club-coming out of the closet-sorry you’re not my type- scene? hit me so hard i fell down my chair, scraped my knee.. I DONT EVEN KNOW WHAT HAPPENED, when i came to i was on the floor, i had such a visceral reaction I FELL

watching venom 2 in the safety and comfort of my own home made me fall down and scrap my knee-

I’m gonna die a venom related death I just know it

it’s gonna kill me someday

so it’s genuinely something i have to worry about and its so funny to me, APPARENTLY i cannot conceal my reactions when it comes to venom and i am tone deaf about it

god ill be on that movie theater squirming foaming out of my mouth in a straitjacket trying to contain my reactions

im scared. im not gonna make it. they'll have to take me out back the mall and shoot me😦😦

[vixensbrainrotts]

Young and Beautiful — Hanma Shuji

Content: Imagines

Warnings: vaguely sexual tension, nothing nsfw though

Summary: you decide to take boudoir pictures, and pleasantly surprised by your (very) hot photographer.

Vixen’s two cents: hello! This started out as an imagine but i realized i dont really like writing imagines (it feels so unstructured), so have this little scenario instead. Also, whilst rereading this i realize that Shui seems a little creepy and i swear i dint want him to come off like that?! It was a hot idea in my head, idk how well that that translated, lmk about it! Remember my REQUESTS ARE OPEN!! Also im still on the hunt for moots for proofreading and triangulation in case anyone is interested please contact me!!

When your auntie told you to go and take boudoir pictures, you thought she was talking crazy and waved her off with a polite smile, but she wouldn’t let up. “You’re as young and beautiful as you’ll ever be! Take them for yourself when you’re old like me! It might seem awkward but it’ll be worth it!”

If you would tell yourself from a week ago that you were had booked an appointment to the nearest place, you would have fainted. And if you would have told yourself from 4 hours ago, when you booked that appointment that you would eventually have to step INTO the store too, you would have freaked out. Screw that, you were freaking out now.

You had considered turning around and running about four or five times, but that little voice in the back of your head going pussy wouldnt leave you alone. In a burst of confidence you entered the shop and were met with a surprisingly comfortable atmosphere, and a cozy interior.

You scan the shop for a few seconds, deeming it good enough not to run out of right away, before a tall, slim figure emerged from one of the Backrooms. He wore a lazy smile when he came to you, clicking away at the computer on the desk before asking “Are you my boudoir at 4?” In a smooth, low voice.

You nod shyly in response, fidgeting with your hands a little. He chuckled in response “Don’t worry love, I won’t do anything- this is my job after all.”

He led you to a studio type room and handed you a robe. “Over there.” He said, and a long index of his rose to gesture to a little changing cabin in the corner of the room. “Ill go get everything set up for us.” And with that, he left you to freak out in the changing rooms because fuck he’s hot!

When you emerge again he’s already handling some sort of lenses to the end of the cameras, lights and props set up and ready to go. When he looks to you, you grow shy again and tug the robe a little tighter around your body. He sees this and nods reassuringly “It’s normal to be nervous, sweetheart.” Which only makes you more nervous.

He notices, but chooses to ignore it as he guides you to one of the chairs that are set up. “Now dont worry too much about anything. Just do your thing, ill do all the magic.” You sit, admittedly a little more relaxed but still stiff and he huffs with a smile. “Relax girl! You dont want these looking like pass photos do you?” And that makes you giggle a litte, finally loosening up again.

“There we go. That’s better already. Want me to talk you through it, distract you a little? Do you think that would help?” Eyes are soft but his gaze burns straight through you. “I think that would help, yeah.” And that makes him smile a little.

“How old are you anyway? You look very young- I don’t normally get a lot of girls your age.” He lifts the camera and clicks something on a little machine that begins whirring lightly in the background, producing little qualms of smoke. “I uh, im twenty two. Don’t get me wrong I would have never done this on my own accord, but my auntie, she said that id regret it my whole life if i don’t do this and all such things.”

Whilst you had been explaining, your robe had started slipping off your shoulders. You had noticed but found it the most natural transition into the inevitable. Getting more comfortable, you decided to throw your legs over one of the seat’s armrests, leaning back a little, getting comfortable, as he had advised.

“Thank your auntie for me then.” He whispered underneath his breath, the shutter clicking softly.

[aliorsboxostuff]

Idk if u will do this request but! Miguel’s time is like futuristic set right? ( trans people would just transition and be more accepted in this timeline sí right? 😭) so Miguel He went to college at a high prestige science university and so did reader for he is too an smart as him with his own creations in robotics and chemistry. Miguel had tried to get alone room accommodation but failed and got partnered up with transftm!reader and they became roommates. Reader fell in love with Miguel but he didn’t notice cuz he was too focused on his work and whatever. Years go by aka spider verse but suddenly miguel needs help from his old college roommate. Angst fluff maybe…smut??? Sorry English isn’t my first language 😭😭

Hey anon! I appreciate the idea and i love how much you fleshed it out! Dont worry, i completely understand your vision, and i get it english is hard for me too lol i hope i got your ideas right tho, sorry this turned into angst more than what i was aiming lmao enjoy all!

History

Tags: Miguel O’hara x FTM!Reader, Villain!Reader, Lyla, Past Relationship, Angst, Falling Out, Fighting, Arguments, Dirty Thoughts, Meet-Cute, Pining, Secret Crushes, Miguel is as dense as ever, poor reader on this one HAHA

They had a history. Of living together, spending time with each other, but despite all of that it all went downhill. Who knew your ex-roommate turns out to be Doc Oct

(Takes place before Post Credit Scene in into the Spiderverse)

—

"Miguel, I hate to tell you this but we can't-"

"There has to be another way, you designed this Lyla!"

"Hey! Don't blame the AI, blame the maker! I only followed what you said!" 

Lyla huffs and glitches to another part of the console. Miguel is currently hunched over a table in the corner of his lair, the only light illuminating his project is the light rod over his workbench and the monitors around him. 

The girl busies herself with schematics, working out equations and trying to find where they went wrong.

Miguel's latest work on the multiverse brace is to eliminate the glitches that it makes whenever someone uses it. It could potentially lead to wounds from the cells traveling to a different world, and even the healing factor won't fix it. Worst-case scenario, it would lead to a fatal wound, possibly death, and Miguel can't risk that if he's gonna start interdimensional travel. 

His eyes scan over the chip connected to his computer, adding and removing codings that might've gone wrong. He's wearing the headband Lyla gifted him, or mailed to him when it was his birthday months ago, to be exact. 

"I swear the shell is all good, Miguel. It should all contain the molecules needed for the portal bracelet,"

"Can you please stop calling it that?" 

"What? 'Portal'?"

"Yes. It's not a portal, we already have that," Miguel rolls his eyes, gluing them back to the screen.

"Then what are we calling it?" Lyla pouts, adjusting her heart glasses.

"Transdimensional Pathfinding Wristlet."

Lyla pauses her work, and turns to Miguel, her brows raised, the blinks once, twice. "Wh- seriously?" 

"Y'know what, I'm not even gonna try," He shakes her head before glitching to another monitor. "Leave it to the crazy scientist to name his things,"

Miguel ignores what his AI had said, instead focusing back on the chip. If this succeeds, it’ll be the first dimensional trip the prototype could make, and he’d prefer not to be a piece of burnt toast once he comes out of it. He coded another line, before he ran a diagnostic. The screen glares red, the annoyingly big letters of ‘ERROR’ pops up.

Miguel blinks, before he feels his claws coming out, promptly making him stand and throw his chair across the room. It shatters, the metal pieces clinking to the concrete floor. He heaves, sharp fangs bared, barely causing anger at his fingertips. 

Lyla fixes him with a look. “That your fifth chair Miguel,”

The man takes a steady breath, wiping his hand across his face, working at his jaw. He tilts his head sharply and something pops. He faintly hears Lyla clicking her tongue. 

"There's a guy I know,"

—

"What do you mean there isn't any- I booked a single room last week," 

"I'm sorry but there must've been a mishap in the system. I'm going to have to put you with an available roommate," 

"I don't want-" Miguel sighs, tapping his foot insistently. "Look, is there any way I can register for another single room?" 

"You can wait a couple of weeks for a vacant room, but you'd need to consult with the head of the faculty." She nodded to him, a regretful look behind those blonde bangs. Miguel huffs, hands on his hips, thinking out a decision. 

"Fine," He groans. "Who's still available for a roommate then?" 

The girl's brows raise before she quickly types something into the computer, reading out what looks like a list with numbers and names. "Oh!" She smiles. "Room 304, on the third floor is still awaiting a roommate,"

"Great, thank you," Miguel grumbles, already picking up his boxes where he left them on the floor.

"If you'd like-" The girl calls for him again. "I can talk to the faculty member, see if I can help you with the room situation," 

"Sure, I'd appreciate it," Miguel's back is already turned to her as he makes his way to the building's elevator. With his gym bag slung over his shoulder, and the boxes of his unfinished work, traversing the hallway takes a bit of an effort. Students were not mingling around because most of them were already in their rooms, with the time turning just after 5 PM. 

Finally, he reaches the elevator doors. Miguel shuffles the boxes into one hand, struggling to press the button before he is beaten to it by another hand reaching for the ascend button too. 

"Here man, let me help you," The person says, already picking up the two boxes that cover Miguel's vision even before he said anything.

"Hey don't-" He begins, before he finally gets a good look at the person that dared to touch his scraps. The man in front of him, standing just inches taller than him, hair with an unintelligible style, captivating eyes and the faintest smirk on his lips. 

Miguel's brain stutters a bit. "I'm- nevermind, thanks," 

"Of course dude," And Miguel's interest plummets. "What floor?"

"Third please," He nods, pressing the button once he and Miguel get in. The door closes and leaves the two in silence, only the faint whirr of the elevator's machine. 

"So, late to dorm assignments?" 

"Nah, they messed up my request," 

"Shit, really?" He turns to Miguel, his brows furrowed. 

"Yeah, now I'm stuck with a damn roomie,"

"Oh yeah? What room?" 

"304, apparently," Miguel huffs, looking down into the box he's carrying, the tape on it peeling slightly. The guy halts, now his brows are raised. 

Miguel's turn to look confused, before the guy chuckles lightly. "Funny you say that 'cuz," 

"I'm room 304," He smirks, readjusting the boxes. 

There's a pause, before he feels the red of embarrassment gathers on his cheeks. "You're-" 

"That damn roomie? Yeah,"

"Fuck, sorry I didn't-"

"No no, it's fine! Really," The guy laughs, shaking his head while Miguel tries to formulate a coherent sentence. "I don't mind man, I get wanting your own space though," 

"Hey, I hope I'll be a good roomie," He bumps Miguel's shoulder lightly, his smile not fading. Miguel finds himself mimicking it slightly. After that, he introduced himself to Miguel, his major and such.

The elevator opens just after that, the two make their way down the hallway. He asks about Miguel's major too, just as they reach the door. 

"I seriously didn't think I'd get a roomie," He chuckles, turning the key with a million other key chains. It jingles, before he pushes the door open and into the room. "I'll go check with the front desk-" 

"Oh!" He turns after putting down the two boxes he was carrying. "Just got the text, said they'll give you the key tomorrow," 

"Great," Miguel rolls his eyes, putting down his box on the vacant desk and his duffle on the chair. He turns, inspecting the room that he's been sent to stay in. One side is already cluttered with his roommate's stuff, plants and books and papers strewn about. He tilts his head when he spots a flag on his desk.

"You're trans?" Miguel asks, turning to him where he was still standing with his phone out. He hums and lifts his head, meeting Miguel's browns.

"Oh that old thing? Yeah," He scratches the back of his neck. "I know, I get it. No one really cares nowadays, the worlds moved on, whatever," 

He glances at the little flag, pink and white and blue adding color to the messy desk. He smiles. "It's a reminder, I guess," 

Miguel stares at the flag, just once, before he nods and shrugs, turning to open his boxes. "Sure, that's cool," 

He can practically feel the sunshine radiating from his roommate behind him. He crosses his arms, turning again to face him, and he's right because his roommate has a really bright smile. "I hope we'll be good friends, Miguel," 

—

"Miguel there's so many people in Nueva York how am I supposed to-'' Lyla stops, before she grins. "Nevermind, found him!" 

Miguel finishes his spider shot, cracking his neck again as he sets the syringe down. He turns towards Lyla, the AI already projecting the location. "Looks like our guy lives in… the slums? I thought you said he was a prodigy," 

"Yeah well not everyone gets a decent job even if they are a genius," Miguel huffs, running his hand through his hair as he looks at the mirror.

"Who's you said the guy was again?" Lyla begins to scroll through the data. 

Miguel sighs. "Old roommate, back in college," 

"Ooh, interesting," She giggles.

"Lyla don't-" 

"I'm not looking through his history! Just a peek, though," 

Miguel lets out another sigh, walking towards the large opened window. "Uh, hey Miguel, are you sure about this?" 

"Why what's wrong?" 

Lyla displays her screen as it glitches in front of Miguel. According to her research, the old roomie has been caught by the police stealing items from hardware stores and electronic stores, a handful of accounts of disruption of peace according to the other tenants in his old apartment. And he's currently deemed missing.

"Where did you say his location was?" Miguel reads through the file, his brows knitted. 

"Just here, some abandoned warehouse in the slums," 

—

“Miguel, man, you’ve got to eat,” A tray for warm food was suddenly placed between Miguel's paperwork. He huffs, pushing the plate away and to the edge of his already small table. He hears a sigh, before the plate is moved out of his peripherals, and Miguel is back into his work.

“Dude, you only ate like, one energy bar after going to the gym,” 

“I’m fine,” 

Another exasperated sigh, before his roommate goes back to whatever robotics he was working on. Miguel has been perfecting his latest assignment the whole week, going back and forth on his computer, writing down research papers and consulting with his professors. Meanwhile, the man that he shares his room with is tinkering with a recent robotic piece he’s been pouring his heart into.

It’s correct that they share most of their schedule together. Miguel would wake up before dawn, and so would he. They’d run a couple of laps around campus before hitting the gym just before it gets too crowded. He’d spot for Miguel while Miguel would comment on his form if it needs any improvement. Sometimes they’d share breakfast together, before they head for their different classes, though ever since Miguel has been engrossed in his recent paperwork, their time spent together has been blessed. It'd be a lie to say Miguel doesn't miss their shared time, but he supposes seeing him back in their room after a long day is enough. Though, it doesn't seem enough for his friend. 

Unbeknownst to Miguel, his roommates have been supporting a devastating crush on him. Stolen glances, longing eyes whenever Miguel's back is turned towards him. Times when he’d stare a bit too long whenever Miguel was doing his bench presses, times when he’d stand close just to feel the comforting warmth beside him. He’d fuss over Miguel, bringing food or drinks, bringing things Miguel might've forgotten with his busy schedule. Sometimes, when Miguel worked too late and too much, he’d fall asleep on his desk, at which he’d bring his blanket to cover Miguel’s back. In the morning, he rolls his eyes and says something about Miguel getting a bad back, which Miguel would promptly ignore. 

It’s currently Friday night. The man that's sitting on the opposite side of the room has seemingly lost interest in his robotics and decided to peer out of their bedroom window. Suddenly, Miguel is bombarded by a loud shout coming from outside of their room, and snaps quickly to the source. He sees his roommate has opened the bedroom window and is looking out into the campus’ courtyard. 

“Yeah, I'll join you! Be right down!” He hollers, before he shuts and locks the window. Miguel turns, blinking away the slight dizziness he got. 

“Who was that?” 

“A friend, they're having a party at one of the frat houses, you wanna join?” He grins, pulling on his leather jacket and pocketing his belongings. Miguel has never been to a party and he's not about to start going, especially when he has a deadline to push. He shakes his head, always swiveling back his chair. 

“No thanks,” 

He hears his friend scoff. “Come on Miguel! You’ve been working on that thing for ages now, you deserve a break, and the deadline isn't for another month!” 

“I’m not interested,” Miguel bites back, barely glancing at his pleas. 

“Just this once, I promise it’ll be fun! I’ll be there and I can take care of-”

“I said I'm not interested.” He spits out, already hunching into the part he’s soldiering. He doesn't hear anything, not an answer or another push for him to join. The air has changed, something heavy hangs between them. The tension is palpable, but despite it all Miguel only hears the shuffling of his friend's boots. 

“Sure, whatever,” His roommate fixes a stare at the back of Miguel's head, before he unlocks their door. “Y’know, one of these days that work of yours is going to destroy you if you're not careful,” 

And with that, he leaves Miguel alone for the night. 

—

“What the fuck!” Miguel jumps and manages to hold on to the side of the building. “Lyla searches for his weakness points!”

“Hah! You think this has a weakness, Miguel?!” The man shouts, a wide grin on his lips. “I’ve perfected these arms, they are practically indestructible!” 

“SO this is how you greet your old roommate?” 

“I’d prefer for us to meet for coffee, but after how you treated me, I think this…” He brings a menacing robotic arm towards him, as if to inspect it. “Is way better,” 

The arm suddenly lunges towards Miguel which he narrowly avoids. He jumps and entwines two of the appendages together as he lands behind the man, at which he growls and breaks free of Miguel’s red webs. “I never treated you badly!”

“No, not really huh,” He smirks. “But you never noticed the shit I did for you anyways!” 

He spears those sharp arms towards Miguel which he does a couple of doges before jumping down the rooftop they were currently fighting on. 

“All of those morning coffees, late dinners, all for nothing! None! All because you were so fucking focused-” He sharply turns, grabbing Miguel’s wrist and stopping him from dropping a punch. He suddenly pulls Miguel towards him, burning anger behind those eyes. “On combining a damn spider's DNA with yourself!” 

He throws the Spiderman across the street, breaking several walls until the momentum finally stops. Miguel groans, cracking his neck when Lyla suddenly pops up. “Boss, the control panel for those arms is on his back, if you could pull it apart from him, it’ll stop him from controlling it,”

“On it.” Miguel swiftly stands, running through the many rooms he passed before leaping into the air, catching the man off guard. He throws a punch that lands on his face, throwing him off balance and into the concrete street below. He grows, and fixes his jaw, before launching back to full force against Miguel. 

“It was all fine until you went out with that fucking brunette!” He shouts, throwing debris towards Miguel which he weaves and dodges. “Did I ever mean anything to you?!”

He’s got Miguel pinned to the ground, and pushes all of the arms to stab at him, but instead misses and gets buried in the ground instead when Miguel swiftly pulls away with his web. He struggles to get the appendages out of the strong concrete, suddenly finding them stuck, an opportunity for Miguel to rip the control panel off. He swings above the man, landing directly behind him where he quickly digs his nails into the seams of the panel. 

“I’m sorry,” Miguel manages before he pulls. An ear-splitting scream, before deathly silence. Miguel could only hear his heavy breath, before sparks of green ran through the man's body, and it jolted him. He shouts, before falling into the pavement. Miguel takes a beat to examine the control panel, before throwing it somewhere on the ground. He spots the bareback of his once roommate, a horrid sight of root-like marks growing around the man's back. Miguel furrows his brows, before he hears the faint police sirens, no doubt coming over to clean up the commotion. 

Just as Miguel was about to make his leave, he heard the man cough, a horrid groan behind him. Miguel glances slightly, as he hears him begin to speak. 

“I was right… Your work did destroy you.”

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[thatblvckboyy]

I need to be forced down and spanked by San so badly

Here u are bestie it's long but hope u like it

Who is he

San x male reader

San had to take you to work with him for the first time due to your begging and pleading to come along, while he was working on his computer, he noticed you looked a little nervous, but he ignored it.

After a few hours, you started to get uneasy for sitting on the same chair for straight hours, no movement or swapping places. San noticed this and sighed, calling you up.

"Come sit on my lap." He said in a rough tone, still focusing on his computer.As you got up, you walked over to his desk and hesitantly sat on his lap, as you sat, he wrapped an arm around your waist, holding you in place

"And don't wiggle around! "With that he goes back to typing on the computer while you casually enjoy his embrace and siting on his lap, but just can't resist the urge to just wiggle around and grind your ass on him " reaally, really babe"*he chuckles as he feels your wiggleing your ass grinding on him"I can't help it sorry...." You whine cutely. "I almost forgot to ask, who was that guy you were talking to the other night at the stakeholders party?? "

As soon as you hear that question your caught off guard

"errrmm no.... Ooone"

"You don't just hand over your phone to no one babe, so did he gives you his number"

"Eerrrm, uh-uh no he didn't it's no one really I promise" you stutter out, your shocked that he saw you that night with this 'no one' his talking about

"Come on baby boy tell the truth you know it nerve ends well for you if you lie to me" San says his tone slurry filled with a bit of seduction in them "it's no one i promise" you lie to him even though you know your caught red handed

"Ok fine then give me your phone"

"M-my phone?? "

"Yeah if it really no one I wanna see if you have their number"

"Errm ok" you hand San your phone from your pocket despite your nervousness, you already knows what his gonna do to you but there's a spark of excitement burning in you

As soon as he gets your phone, he holds up right to your face, cause it needs you face to unlock it. "Hhmmm.... Mathew"

He says as he continues scrolling through your texts "he looks kinda hot he even said he'll even give you something I can't" he mocks chuckling he finger running up and down your back sending shivers down your spine"now baby boy what exactly is he gonna give you that I already dont give you hmm...."

He looks at you but you look down fidgeting with your fingers"won't speak huh..... Ok fine let's go home then, "you nod your head as you walk out of his office and get in the car driving home, you already know what's running through that sick head of his but some reason you like it a bit, and also because his hand was on your thigh squeezing it tightly as he drives. The moment you got home he gently grabbed you arms leading you to the bedroom and locked the door and took of your clothes"on all fours on the bed now! " he demons as he goes to open the closest looking for something and you obediently obey and listen to him cause a part of you was loving this

He then came back with some handcuff and was running his finger on your strecth marks on your ass"why would you even bother babe with someone like that we both know he would have just thrown you away the moment he saw these stretch marks on your ass"he mocks you as his finger run around your ass

"but don't worry babe I love you no matter.... And won't hurt you but sometimes it's the only way to discipline you, now your hands give them to me"

"Uh okay " you hand him both of your hands and he places then on your back and hand cuffs them, as fear slowly creeps in you.

You yelp, your body jerking with each spank as the stinging sensation washes over you , your mind a whirlwind of pain and pleasure "Ahh!" You cry out, your voice mixed with arousal and surprise as you feel san's hand connecting with my ass "Oh, babe..."you say, your words filled with a mix of exasperation and desire as you feel san's fingers digging into your flesh, the sensations both thrilling and overwhelming "You're so naughty...."he whisper, your body trembling with need as you try to take in the intensity of the moment, your mind lost in a haze of passion and wantonness.Then San suddenly stops once he sees your ass is fully red and his hand left marks on it " you see that that's! Mine" he said his voice filled with Possessiveness as he undos the hand cuffs, "now your going to sleep in the guest room for the next two weeks no cuddling, no nothing! Understood" he says his tone stern as he bored in your eyes daring you to defy him.

"Y-yes" you say as you walk out of the bedroom completely naked not even thinking about wearing some clothes.

[dogboyklug]

UH-OH! a comic about being trans. by me. part one of probably three :]

i felt bad about being transmasc so i decided to just give up and write about it until i hopefully didnt. i feel a little better getting this all on digital paper but there's still. a lot to draw. so. oops

i'll be posting the next parts. whenever they're ready (which will hopefully be soon) and linking them all here, so whenever you want just check back with the base post and i'll prolly add some links and maybe clean things up. yay!

text transcript / partial ID under the cut!

transcript:

looking back, there were a few signs i might have been trans.

[a sequence of events showing little me flinching and going "ow" at being called his deadname, little me reading a book and going "haha im like a tomboy but i dont like sports or being active or anything im just. a boy. haha", and little me having an active breakdown, crying and holding his glasses, with partially obscured text in a dark cloud around him. the only text visible shows his thoughts, and shows he's worrying that he's sexist for mostly only liking and relating to boy characters.]

...some.

however.

there were also a few things i considered signs of me not being trans at all.

EXHIBIT A:

[a drawing of little me, looking at his 3ds. he's thinking "as long as i make sure that i always play as the 'main girl character' in these games i wont cry because im a girl because i wont be me as a girl i'll be Them. roleplaying. as them".]

no dysphoria.

[caps] EXHIBIT B: [end caps]

[a crude drawing of little me staring at nothing. he's thinking "i don't hate women. and i don't like being mean to other people."]

[caps] I WAS A FEMINIST. [end caps]

and not toxically masculine.

i knew about trans people, but i didn't know trans MEN existed.

[a drawing of little me, with the caption "clueless". he's staring slightly up, and saying "huh?!"]

my mom was nonbinary, with a few trans friends, but people [caps] WANTING??? TO BE MEN??? [end caps]

to be

gross,

disgusting,

hateful,

cruel,

oppressive,

men?

[the background slowly gets darker until it reaches the final word, and that word is a significantly bigger font than the rest of the words.]

for a while, primarily due to my lack of research

[drawing of little me, staring at his computer (which is labeled "deviantArt machine") and going 'huh'.]

i figured, if i WAS trans, I was probably a trans women.

but of course, that was silly

you can't be a trans woman if you're already afab.

and there's no other ways of being trans,

right?

[a crudely-drawn drawing of a deviantArt favorite's tab. none of the favorited pieces have any detail, though several are the same width and length as classic deviantArt stamps.]

hm.

hmmmmm...

[a crudely-drawn drawing of a representation of one of the favorited stamps. it's a massive, pink stamp with the text "SHE/HER!" in it in all caps and pink lettering. bottom text states it is a "she/her pronouns badge by ...", though the rest is cut off.]

HMMMM...

[a picture of a mouse hovering over the 'favorite/unfavorite' button. the star is filled in, indicating clicking it would unfavorite the piece.]

[two wordless panels, side-by-side, showing little me staring at his screen, hovering his cursor over the unfavorite button.]

[two more panels, showing that little me has unfavorited the she/her badge. the panel showing his face shows he is grinning wildly, his hair has poofed up in excitement, and his glasses are now blue-ish purple.]

OHO!!!!!!!!!!!!1

.................and that's

quite literally

how it happened.

before i knew how bad the entire site was, i would frequent dA. CONSTANTLY.

it was baby's very first "social media" webpt site.

[a drawing of a tiny, cartoonish kitten with a small turf of hair, staring at wonder up at a computer, one hand on the mousepad. it is labeled "dramatic reenactment of me making my d a account."]

i wasn't really SHELTERED as a kid, i just didnt know fuck for shit, and my baby anxiety made learning annoyingly hard.

so i turned to memes as a sort of wire mother as opposed to my real, cloth one.

jokes can be easier to understand than reality, sometimes.

(this isnt a good thing.)

so, i sort-of-came-out on deviantart, home of the wacky, wild and weird, where i learned he/him pronouns were an option, and a choice.

[a drawing of little me, with blue glasses, gazing up at the sky and smiling triumphantly.]

and some crazy trauma but that's for a different comic. if i make it.

[a drawing of little me being hit with a cartoonish star, which is meant to represent the trauma.]

sooo...

that's it, right?

[little me, with a cartoony bandage on his head, gently rubbing his wound.]

my mom was supportive & anyone who wasn't ...isn't in the picture now

that's the end

...right?.

end transcript.

[stardust-solstice]

Ok look this is just going to be a long post of me lamenting about the ways my body makes life hard for me so if you don't want to read then by all means, skip by, I won't mind. I won't even know.

Tonight I was thinking. About how... whatever the hell my body has going on has affected me.

I still don't know what's wrong. I'm diagnosed with hypermobility arthralgia (joint pain due to hypermobility) but I really don't feel like that's all. The ways I am in pain just don't seem to line up with that fully. Does hypermobility make me feel like I need to pop my hip joint out of the socket to properly stretch it? Does hypermobility make my knees occasionally threaten to give out under me? Does hypermobility make me unable to stand comfortably for more than 15-30 minutes at a time?

I dont know. That's the issue.

Whenever I have Flare up days, or just,,, hours, I think about it. Am I really disabled? Or am I just not pushing myself as hard as I can be?

Then I think back to my last job. My reasons for leaving are varied, but one of the main things was I couldn't handle the pain of standing for four hours at a time with only a single 15 minute break. But... I look at my sister. She goes through 6-8 hour days and comes back in the same state as I'm in after only four.

Am I doing something wrong?

I dont know. But I still stand by that being a good decision. Leaving the job, I mean. It really made me realize... I'm not where I thought I was in terms of physical ability. The only reason im able to do as much as I can right now is because I've found ways to accommodate myself to the best of my ability. For example, using an electric bike instead of a manual one.

But realizing that also made me think... how am I going to make it when I'm an adult?

I'm going to college next year. And on top of the usual worries of, am I going to be able to afford it, what major am I going into, where am I going, etc, I also have to worry--will I be able to comfortably live on my own? Will I be able to find a fitting job so I can pay for college in the first place? What if I can't? What then?

I've chosen computer science as a theoretical major, because biology fell out (unrelated reasons). I think it's a good choice for me, for a lot of reasons, but also because most, if not all, compsci jobs are mostly done sitting down. I've already established that standing for long periods of time is hard for me, so a job field where I can sit is appreciated.

That doesn't solve the current issues, though. I want to earn money for personal stuff now, before it all has to go to college. And I kind of need to graduate before I can really get a substantial compsci job. So I need to find something earlier.

What do I do then? Now?

My city has a right to sit law now, but I don't know how to use that to my advantage when it comes to jobs. Not to mention, interviews haven't gone very well in the past, during the random strings of motivation to find a job I get. Then I get something bad happening and I stop.

I've been trying to earn money through my art, but it's near impossible. I don't know how to advertise it well, and for Years it's felt like to me that people online just don't like my art.

But I digress.

I... don't know how to end this, so this will have to do. I'm tired now--it's already 30 minutes past my bedtime, and the only reason im still awake is I was waiting to see if the painkiller I took would help with the Flare up (the answer is not really). So I'll be going to bed now.

[wake-me-up-inside-imagines]

hi !! i really love your work !! i know you already covered it in the alphabet, but can i have some comfort headcanons/one shot with leo (gn!reader). uni is kicking my ass and having adhd is not helping. would be great if you could write this, but dont worry if you dont feel like it. thanks !!

Thank you! I'm sorry uni's being a pain, hopefully this provides a nice distraction! I hope things get better, have an awesome day, and I hope you enjoy!

Leo Myers comforting his stressed S/O

Gn! reader

Warnings: Reader's implied to have adhd, reader is stressed

Divider credit goes to @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

It was too much. All of it was too much.

You were trying to get your work done, you really were. But it was hard to focus, especially when you knew you had so much to do. You were doing the best you could, working as much as you could manage to, but the work was still beginning to pile up, creating more and more stress until you felt like you would burst with the pressure. Your focus was getting shittier by the minute, every minor thing distracting you, making it harder and harder for you to pay attention to your already neglected work. 

You were trying, but it wasn’t enough. No matter what you did, you just couldn’t focus. The stress, the work, your grade, it was weighing down on you, dragging you to the bottom of the college ocean.

After a couple more hours of fragmented focus and inconsistent work, you threw your computer down, placed your head in your hands, and groaned loudly. You can’t do this anymore. You need a break. Screw the homework, screw the grade, screw sitting around, praying you’d find the willpower to get through your work, you needed to get up and move. Or take a break. Or do…well, anything. Anything that wasn’t this. 

Quickly, before you could change your mind, you stood up, walking into the wider apartment you shared with your roommate. They were out doing something, so thankfully, you had the place to yourself, free to pace the hardwood floors to your heart's content. It wasn’t much, the space was still cramped, but you were moving, and you weren’t working, so that was something.

Stifling a sigh, you began walking around the apartment, back and forth, back and forth, looking for anything to clear your mind, or distract you enough to get your bearings back. You needed a break, but the work wasn’t going to do itself, and the quicker you could fix your attention span, the faster it would get done. You just needed to clear your head, you just needed to retain your focus, you just needed-

*Knock knock*

Ah. Someone was at your door, but you weren’t expecting anyone. You had cleared the whole day out to get work done, which wasn’t saying much considering how little you had managed to do. Your roommate, maybe? Did they forget their keys again?

Making your way to the door, you twisted the knob, your frustration evident. “Dude, you really need to take your keys with you, this is the third time this mon-“

The door swung open, but to your surprise, it wasn’t your roommate. It was your boyfriend Leo, bags of food hanging from his arms. “…What?”

“Leo? What are you doing here?” You blinked with confusion, stepping aside to let him into your apartment. “I thought you were my roommate. What’s all that?”

Leo stepped inside, giving you a small, understanding smile as he walked toward the nearest table, placing the bag on top of it. “Well, you seemed upset when you texted me earlier that school was kicking your ass, so I thought I’d come over and…I don’t know, try to make you feel better? Unless you’re to busy to chill for a bit, then I can just leave this here and let you work-”

“No, Stay!” You didn’t mean to shout, but your voice came out ten notches too loud, a strange sort of desperation lining your words. Whoops. “I mean, it would be nice if you could stay. I could use a distraction.”

Leo tensed up briefly at the loud noise, but relaxed as your voice softened, a small, sympathetic smile crossing his face. “Yeah, no problem. Honestly, you look like you could use one. Is it the schoolwork?”

“...Yeah, it is.” You sighed, shaking your head in annoyance before walking closer to the table, observing the food Leo had just put down. To your delight, it was from your favorite restaurant, a whole meal packed away in tightly sealed containers. Had Leo really gotten all this for you? “You really got me dinner? All this, just to make me feel better?”

You turned back around to face Leo, who’s smile hadn’t left his face. He looked happy, his feet bouncing up and down underneath him as he shifted around, swaying from foot to foot. “Of course I did! You’ve been working really hard lately, you deserve a treat. Plus, I figured you’d probably only eaten snacks today, so I figured you could use some real food. Give your brain better fuel, you know?”

Almost as if on cue, your stomach growled loudly, the smell reminding it of its emptiness. Leo was right, you had only really eaten a couple of snacks, and even that had been hours ago. You were hungry, hungry for real food. It was fortunate that you now had a whole meal waiting for you, hot, delicious, and best of all, fully prepared. “Wow babe, I don’t…I don’t know what to say. Thank you.”

“Nah, don’t thank me.” Leo shook his head, walking towards the table. He grabbed the packages of food out of the bags, setting them where there was space until there was nothing left to grab. “I’m happy to do this for you. As I said, you deserve a treat, especially after working all day.”

“More like trying to work all day.” You pulled out a chair and sat down, motioning Leo to do the same. You pulled your portion of food closer to yourself, opening the container and letting yourself drown in the delicious smell of your favorite food. Ah, sweet nutrition. “I’ve barely gotten anything done. I have so much to do, but I haven’t been able to focus. It takes me so much time to get even smaller tasks done, and I don’t know how to fix it.”

You dug into your food with frustration, watching as Leo nodded sympathetically across the table. He paused, swallowing a bite of food before reaching out with a shaky hand, curling his fingers around yours softly when his hand was met with one of yours. “I get what you mean. It’s hard to get work done when you know how much you have to do, isn’t it?”

You hummed softly, taking another couple bites of food. You needed this. You were still stressed, but at least the food was giving you more energy. “It’s distracting, is what it is. How am I supposed to focus on something when I have ten other things waiting for me?”

The two of you sat in silence for a moment, munching on your food. Then Leo spoke up again, his voice soft with slight optimism. “I’m sure you’ve gotten more done than you think. It doesn’t usually feel like a lot until I look back and see how much I did in a day. At least, that’s my experience.”

A small, bitter smile twitched at your lip for a second, but you suppressed it, lest your boyfriend think it was aimed at him. “I hope so. Still, it feels like nothing right now, and it’s stressing me out. There’s so much crap to do, and not enough time, not to mention how shit my focus is.”

A thoughtful look crossed Leo’s face. “Anything I can help with? I mean, is there anything confusing you that I might be able to explain?”

You shook your head again. “Not likely. You don’t take the same classes as me, remember?”

Leo grimaced, swallowing another bite of food. “...I know, I just feel bad. I want to help, but I guess there’s not a ton I can do with your class work.”

You smiled. Despite the stress, it was cute how much your boyfriend was trying to help, even if he didn’t know what he was doing. You appreciated his efforts, but was there really much he could do? “...I mean, you could still help, just in a different way.”

“Can I?” Leo’s voice sounded hopeful again, his hand going to push the hair out of his face as he looked back up at you. “How?”

“Well, my focus is shit, so…maybe a distraction would help. If you could stay for a while, that might…I don’t know, refresh me? It would give me a break, at least.”

Leo smiled again, putting his fork down on his box of food. It looked like he was about done, and you were too, except for a couple of bites. “Sure! I can stay. You have anything you want to do in mind?”

You paused, thinking. What could you do? Talking helped, but so could anything else. A game? A movie? Cuddling?  “...You wanna just cuddle and talk? Speaking might help, and I miss you holding me.”

“Sure, let me clear the trash and then we can cuddle wherever you want, ok?” Leo stood up, gently taking his trash over to the nearby trash can. 

You took the opportunity to finish the last couple bites of your food before Leo came back around, his hands reaching out to grab your trash, which you handed to him gladly. You appreciated how much he was doing for you, even when it seemed so little. You were tired, so being able to move around as little as possible, even for a couple moments, was a gift.

Leo finished up, coming back around until he was standing beside you. “Bedroom or couch?”

You took a breath, mustering up the energy to get back on your feet before lurching forward, shuffling out of your chair. “Bedroom please.”

The two of you shuffled your way to your room, hand in hand, Leo’s shoulder brushing up against yours. You stepped into the room, practically collapsing on top of the bed while Leo grabbed your laptop and notebook and set them aside somewhere you couldn’t see them. Out of sight, out of mind. 

As soon as he made sure there was nothing school-related on your bed anymore, Leo flopped down beside you, kicking off his shoes as he did so. A moment of shuffling around later, and he was beside you, wrapping his arms around your mostly limp form. “You doing alright?”

“...About as much as I can be,” you replied, your voice now muffled by Leo’s sweatshirt. You shuffled closer, pressing yourself as close to your boyfriend’s side as you possibly could. He wasn’t the warmest ,but he was soft, so you didn’t care. “Thank you for staying. Locking myself in here just to stare at my screen was driving me nuts. I needed a break.”

Leo’s arms wrapped themselves tighter around you, his lips meeting the top of your head softly. You loved how light his kisses were. “No problem. I’m glad I could give you some peace, even for a little bit. If you don’t mind me asking…how bad’s the workload?”

You paused for a moment, thinking. You tried counting all the assignments you still had left in your head, but it didn’t take long for you to lose track, and you were too tired to try to recount. “Not great. I’ve got a bunch of little assignments to get done, which wouldn’t be so bad if I didn’t also have three bigger assignments taking up my brain space. I’m worried the most about those, but the little stuff is gonna end up adding up, and I just can’t focus on more than one assignment for more than a couple minutes at a time. I keep getting distracted by other stuff, and I feel like…like it’s not even worth trying. I’m not gonna get everything done, so why bother?”

You curled up even further on Leo’s chest, resting your ear against his collarbone as Leo’s chin poked against the top of your head. You hadn’t meant to say so much, you didn’t want to burden your boyfriend with your problems, but the floodgates had been opened, and you could no longer hold yourself back from spilling all the stress that had been boiling over for days. You hoped you weren’t putting him off, but you were too tired to pretend like everything was fine. You were done.

A hand slowly worked its way down your arm, finding one of your own and intertwining the two together. His hold was soft, comforting. Not too firm, but not loose either. “I’m so sorry babe. I’ve been there before, and it sucks. I’m not sure if there’s anything I can do to help with the work itself, but…I’m here for you, ok? I’m here now, and I’ll always be here. If you ever get too stressed, just call or text me, and I’ll be here. I…I love you.” 

Despite your stress, a smile began crawling across your face, pressing deeper into the fabric of Leo’s sweatshirt. “I love you too. Thank you for this. You’re right, there’s not much you can do for my work, but you’re a good stress deflator. Can you keep holding me like this? It feels safe.”

“Of course,” Leo murmured, kissing the top of your head again. His arms tenderly caged you in, keeping you secure, away from the stress that had plagued you for the past few days. One arm briefly left your body to pull your blankets over your body, but swiftly returned, holding you softly to his body once again. “I’ll hold you as long as you want. Anything you wanna talk about to distract you?”

“Mm…how about…your day?” 

Leo’s head nodded from above you. “Ok, I can do that. My day wasn’t all that special until I came here, but I had a couple classes…”

Leo continued on, his voice unnaturally quiet, and you sunk further into his chest, relaxing with every word. His voice was soothing, especially when he was making an effort to be more quiet. You could listen to him talk for hours.

Eventually, your small conversation turned from Leo's day to other topics, switching every so often to match the flow of ideas. As you talked, you could feel your eyelids growing heavier and heavier, the darkness of the room and the softness of Leo’s voice doing nothing to keep you awake. Your lack of sleep was finally catching up to you. You were going to fall asleep soon, right on Leo’s chest, safe in his loving arms. 

Without realizing it, your voice began to trail off, responding less and less to Leo’s comments. You were half unconscious when your boyfriend’s voice rang out again, affection dripping from every word.

“Sleep well baby. I’ll see you in the morning, ok?”

Your only response was to snuggle closer one last time, inhaling the clean scent of your boyfriend’s clothes as you slowly faded. Thumbs rubbed soft circles on your back, sending you further and further into sleep. Your work could wait. Your classes could wait. Right now, you just wanted to sleep, soaking in the affection your boyfriend was giving you in your last moments of consciousness.

At last, you faded, darkness enveloping your form. You couldn’t wait until you woke up, safe in Leo’s arms. Morning cuddles were the best, after all. 

You smiled, and then you were out.

I hope you enjoyed!

[beplerblurbs]

Hello could I request 5. “Let’s go home” “I’m already home” with Kamden if that’s possible?

overnight n.kd

pairing: officeworker!kamden x gn!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: some swearing!

wc: idk yet!

a/n: hii sorry for the inactiveness ive been busy working pls understand <3 requests r slowly being done

“and i expect it done, on my desk, by 9 in the morning.” your daunting boss leers over you and your co-worker.

you made a mistake with a research report that would displace 2 weeks of worth down the drain… and now you needed to redo the whole thing, in less than 24 hours.

your upset boss sits back down in their luxurious leather seat, oozing with cockiness. “you can leave now.”

both of you left the room, closing the door softly. you hear a heavy sigh of frustration in your right ear. “are you okay y/n?” you pout to him.

pouting to a co-worker would be unprofessional but this was kamden. your long-term boyfriend.

you guys started dating shortly after you joined the company, but being a very professional space, you both felt like keeping it a secret would be best.

“i guess,” you look around to see if anyone was around, seeing no one you fix his glasses and caress his cheek, “how about you? you put in so much work into this.”

he gives you a small smile, “yeah, but what can i do right? we can do this babe, don’t worry, we have each other right?” kamden plays with your fingers.

you peer over his shoulder and see a co-worked, you quickly raise ur eyebrows as a signal to switch personas and act like you’re talking about work, walking off to your desks in separate areas of the office.

you both put in extra effort into replacing the improper research report with all the adjustments but it’s taking time. eventually its 10pm, only just over halfway done, but with no sign of stopping.

your co-workers gave you their condolences about the mishap. one of them, taerae, was nice enough to drop off some extra gimbap before heading home.

you’re both stuffing your faces with it while working away at your screens.

by 3 am you had finished your portion of the work, waiting for your boyfriend to finish up his own.

he turns for a second, even with sleepy dark eyes, illuminated by his computer screen, he was still as attractive and endearing as ever. “you can go home first y/n, i dont want to keep you up.” he turns back to his work.

you could see he looked uncomfortable being up for so long, he also gave you his sweater because you felt cold, but you could also see the goosebumps on his arm as he typed away.

you hum in response, you sneak away to the office kitchen where you make a hot tea for him, and sneak into taerae’s locker to find a blanket, he also gets cold easily, and has it in his lap when the boss isn’t around.

taerae would kill you tomorrow for taking his things, but you’re boyfriend was more important.

when kamden sees a sudden steamy drink in front of him, along with a soft blanket around his shoulders, being laid on properly by a pair of familiar loving hands, he leans his cheek on one of the hands.

“i love you y/n you know?” he takes a sip of the tea and gets back to work. he felt so loved and appreciated especially in this time when your boss had be such as asshole, at least you were doing it together. he couldn’t have asked for a better partner in crime

“i love you too, i’ll stay here ‘till you’re done,” you smile at him, taking a seat in the desk chair next to him. you make sure he doesn’t make mistakes as he’s super fatigued

…

“DONE! lets get this shit printed and out on their desk,” you with half asleep eyes jump up when kamden yells.

you see the clock says around 5 am. he drags you to the printer so you guys can put it into a folder and hand it in. silly enough he still has the blanket on his shoulders.

kamden lays the final down nicely on your boss’ desk and close the door behind him. the report is now in the past.

“y/n, thank you again, you’ve worked so hard,” kamden quickly engulfs you in a tight hug with the blanket, and doesn’t seem to be letting go soon.

“you too, i don’t know how you stay focused for so long… let’s go home now,” kamden shakes his head.

you tilt your head, super confused.

kamden wraps you in his arms with the blanket. “i’m already home,” he smiles before giving you a warm kiss.

you giggle, “you’re cheeky babe… but please i’m tired im calling in sick, our boss sucks ass”

kamden huffs in agreement keeping you by the shoulder as you guys leave the office. taerae can get back his stuff later.

[fipindustries]

got obsessed last night thinking about that "would you go back to being 5 if you had the chance"

the more i thought of it the more issues started piling up.

first of all i wouldnt be able to keep it a secret for long. the sheer shock of meeting my family young again, including dead relatives, would be too strong. also i dont think i could convincingly pretend to act as a five year old. so i would have to tell the truth to my parents.

would they believe me? well i would be able to prove that i have completly unreasonable knowledge for a 5 year old, advanced math, literature, computation, physics, plus knowing english fluently. worst case scenario i can predict 9/11 and eventually they would just kind of have no option but to believe me.

would i be able to get them to buy early stock on shit like google, amazon, youtube, facebook, etc? i dunno, we were a struggling family in argentina back then, i dont think they would have the channels available to do that. also our country was about to be hit by one of its worst economic crises ever so that would also suck a whole lot.

the problem that comes with this is if they tell other people, if the secret comes out id be genuenly terrified id be kidnapped by some agency of some sort and they would try to squeeze me for all my knowledge of the future. same reason i dont think i could contact anyone online about this, there are many people online i would like to have their feed back on my situation but i would worry that a mail or a call or a private message would get intercepted by some NSA like agency (did they even exist in the 90's??? who knows) and is back to the kidnapping. im not internet savvy enough to know of any way to securely send messages online, less of all how to do that in 98.

the other problem is that i would be aware of so many tragedies in my family that i would feel the need to do something about. like how do i break it to my parents that they will get divorced eventually? i know of a distant aunt that will die eventually but i dont remember the exact year so how can i prevent that? do i tell those other relatives that their first attempt at having a child is going to end on a spontanous abortion??? i know of a relative who ended up molesting another relative but it would feel weird to accuse them when they havent done anything yet and it would be a terrible blow to the family and there is a chance they wouldnt believe me. but also i wouldnt be able to hang out with that relative knowing what they will do and it would be massively awkward. and also, how can i look at the relative that got molested on the face if im not going to stop what theyre going to go through? i would be forced to interact with some many people in my family i dont talk to anymore.

do i tell my dad that he will get fired from his job? do i tell my mom what career she is eventually going to pursue? how would she feel about that? would she even go to that career? would i be controlling her life telling her what she is supposed to do?

if i try to re establish friendships with my friends early on the power imbalance would be ridiculous. i already know everything about them. it would be a different friendship if i am the one who pursues it deliberatly and tries to cultivate it on purpose rather than letting it bloom organically. also if i meet them too early on they might be entirely different people, and maybe due to my interference they never grow up to be the people i am familiar with. do i tell that evangelical christian friend that they will eventually become an atheist? do i tell that other "boy" that they will eventually become a girl? do i let that guy know they are gay? holy shit i know of so many of my relatives and friends of my mom that were still on the closet back then.

and on that topic. fuck me, would i have to essentially boy mode for huge portions of my life until i finally start to get some independence. this is the late 90's early 2000's in argentina we are speaking about. i dont think i would get my parents to respect the gender of their 5 year old kid. that would fucking suck balls. shit i probably wouldnt be able to watch porn any more! or masturbate! or be in a serious relationship for at least ten years and even then, again power differentials, i would be so much more mature and adult than any prospective partner with my body's age.

also going to school would be hell, i could probably know how to avoid being bullied this second time around but still i dont think i could avoid being ostracized because i am not going to change who i am just so a bunch of snot nosed little kids dont make fun of me. so that would also suck.

i wouldnt be able to see nothing new on tv, jesus christ. it would all just be shows and episodes i saw before. same in movies. i could probably catch up on some movies from the past i didnt get around to seeing yet. and would probably get to see a bunch of my favourite movies on theatres that i hadnt had the chance to see. but over all it would mean no new media for 25 years. no new games, movies, books, comics, tv shows etc.

also, of course there would be divergences, massive divergences. in fact the more time passes the more things will inevitable change due to my interference and at some point i would be living an entirely new life with no memories to be guided by and that would be terrifying on a whole new level because there would be a chance i end up in a worse place i was at the first time around. i was thinking that i could at least live happy and secure knowing that i was not going to die because i know nothing killed me the first time around but what if actually the first time around i had a bunch of brushes with death i wasnt aware of like a potential car crash or whatever that this time around i do end up in?

there are just far too many downsides honestly to be worth it

[the-ghostclangen]

**EDIT** These cats have all been lost to a computer change! Sad but true! Just. Disregard them all. I dont wanna delete this post though because i still worked hard on it!

main clan reveal! a little info about each cat under the cut :3

this was originally scripted as a video style, so im just copy pasting what i wrote for my script here, its kinda wordy but from here on out itll be moon by moon updates!

Scalestar saw something special in Crowhaven despite her age, choosing Crowhaven to be the new leader of what Scalestar had called “Ghostclan”. 

Crowstar, the first true leader of this new clan, is very young at only 19 moons old. She is childish and was feeling nervous on the first moon after receiving her Gift, along with her nine lives. Crowstar came to GhostClan with Inkpaw. Her experience level is competent, which isn't super high, especially in comparison to her deputy. Crowstar's solo patrol was spent trying to train by herself and then getting too nervous to do anything, being overwhelmed by their emotions. She was given her nine lives by Scalestar, and seemingly, ONLY Scalestar. "Take this gift, to help you find wisdom in desperate times." Like every founder, Crowstar was given a gift by Scalestar. The wings are the most obvious sign of her gift, but she is also capable of flight for short periods of time, and can mimic sounds perfectly. 

Blazeback is 37 moons old, arrogant and clever. She came to GhostClan alone. She clearly thinks she should be the leader, though she does respect Crowstar and holds her tongue about any opinions. She seems to just keep silently thinking to herself that she would make a good leader without any hints of treason, as she was thinking about who might give her nine lives when she becomes leader on moon 0. Good luck with that Blazeback, there isn't even nine cats in starclan. All of Blazeback's relationship stats are really low compared to her clanmates, even her own apprentice, Inkpaw. No negative relationship statuses, no dislikes or jealously, just very low positives. Blazeback went on patrol with their apprentice and tried to show off, but ended up screwing up the whole patrol. Wonderful. Great job, Blazeback. Has the power to conjure fire at will, and has a ridge of harmless fire down her back. 

Skyshine is the healer, at 123 moons old, and he is childish and has a natural intuition. He came to GhostClan along with Whisperstripe and Snowkit. He is incredibly old and chose to be a healer before Scalestar gave out powers, and she gave him the power she did so he could help heal better. He is hopeful for more kits soon, while he thinks he is competent and able to help the clan himself, he is a bit worried about his age and doesn't want to leave the clan without a healer. He has a ton of platonic like for Whisperstripe, our elder, who I'm deciding is his sister. Skyshine's solo patrol took him to get blackberries, which he made sure not to take too many of so there would be more in future seasons. Has the power of mood reading. NOT the same as mind reading, he can tell how you're feeling not exactly what you're thinking. He's crazy good at vibe checks, basically.

Lichenwhisker is our first and eldest warrior, at 91 moons. He came to GhostClan alone. He is troublesome and a good hunter. He is already looking forward to the next gathering, likely excited to see their surrounding clans. Probably excited to show off his and his clans new fancy powers. Lichenwhisker doesnt showcase this well as his first solo patrol he comes home with no prey, but the gift works, i promise. The plants tell him where the prey is, he can speak to them to some extent. Seems he hasn't quite gotten the hang of it yet.

Adderspot is 23 moons old, and she is compassionate, a formidable fighter and a good teacher. She came to GhostClan alone. She was looking at a twoleg kit playing with a kittypet moon 0. Adderspot already has a fairly large crush on Crowstar, and already dislikes and is jealous of Inkpaw. Her gift is that of a venomous bite. Adderspot also got taken on his first solo patrol, as she was hunting too close to the twoleg dens nearby and got taken. So bye Adderspot I guess.

Inkpaw is our apprentice, 8 moons old and apprenticed to Blazeback. He is insecure and interested in clan history. He came to GhostClan with Crowstar. Inkpaw was having a hard day moon 0. apprentices are slightly different to clans, they have their ceremony privately with the leader in the starclan designated cave where they are assigned their Gift by Scalestar. Afterwards, they are brought back out to the clan, and their mentor is chosen accordingly to help them hone both their regular skills and their Starclan gift. When he gets an injury, it closes up instantly. His blood is black like ink, but its still blood, just black. Small scratches close up but broken bones and fatal injuries will not be saved. His blood is toxic and shouldnt be touched.

Snowkit is our only kit, at 2 moons old. He was brought to GhostClan by Skyshine and Whisperstripe. He is polite and quick to help. He only has vague memories of his parents, all the cats of GhostClan are his family now. He likes all of the clan pretty well, but is closest to Crowstar, with the most platonic like, trust, and comfort in her out of his other clanmates. Snowkit is grateful to Skyshine for treatment. Doesn't seem to have a visible gift yet. 

Whisperstripe is our elder, 123 moons old, and she is lonesome and has natural intuition and is an omen seeker. She came to GhostClan along with Skyshine and Snowkit. Since they are both gray cats, I want to say that Skyshine and Whisperstripe are siblings. They have similar powers, where Skyshine can sense moods, Whisperstripe is the one who can read minds. Whisperstripe was giving advice to Snowkit moon 0, and thats about it.

[flavia-draws]

so @tjhfg asked me about my stenciled shirts so i'm going to make a hopefully coherent text post about it with no pictures. (sorry maybe i'll take some next time i do one) this is a method i kindasorta learned from rookie magazine but heavily modified in my mad late night crafting adventures.

alright you get a shirt. or any piece of fabric or really anything that paint will stick to.

you get some paint, actual fabric paint works best but regular acrylic will work too especially if you don't have to wash it that often (like a jacket.)

and you find an image on the internet and you print it out at the size you want. if you don't have access to a printer you can make the image the size you want on your computer/phone screen, turn the brightness all the way up, stick paper over the screen and trace it. you can also forgo the computer and just use a picture from a magazine or any other paper thing you're willing to cut up. images with clear shapes or high-contrast black and white are easiest. you can use an image editing program like photoshop to convert your image to 1-bit which makes there be only two colors black and white.

you cut it out. cut out everywhere you want the paint to go and leave paper where you don't want the paint to go. an x-acto knife is probably best but mine is wrecked so i've been using a pocketknife which works fine. bigger/less complicated designs can be done with scissors pretty easily. the hardest part is making sure it's all in one piece so it doesn't fall apart. it gets more intuitive with practice. you can leave little paper bridges to connect shapes and then fill those spaces in with a paintbrush later. if this isn't making sense just do your best and if it falls apart you can tape it back together (i'll use masking tape because it's like paper) and try again.

now it's time to make a judgment call which is: is your design complicated enough that you need to glue the paper to the fabric to prevent the paint from bleeding? the downside of this is it will probably take a couple washes to get all the paper bits unstuck from the fabric after you paint it. i made a bowie shirt with a lot of complicated zigzags (that man has some HAIR) over a month ago and it still has paper bits on it but it looks great anyway so i dont care. i think if you're a beginner you should probably play it safe and use glue. use regular white glue and put it all over the paper (the back, if it matters) but especially over the complicated parts. be careful not to put too much because the paper might fall apart if it gets too wet.

stick it to the shirt/jacket/whatever. choose wisely because you should NOT try to move it it will rip.

i'll go back a second and mention there is a more time-consuming but less haphazard way to do the sticking, which is to use sticky paper. i got a bunch of the stuff at a reuse/upcycling store, i have no idea what the official name is i think it was for laminating shelves or something. i just call it sticky paper. the way i did it was tape the regular paper onto the sticky paper (with clear tape this time so you can see what you're doing) and cut through the tape, through the sticky paper, following the outline of the thing you already cut out of the regular paper. it was really hard to cut and that's why i only did it once. it's easier to stick it to the shirt though and you don't have to worry so much about it falling apart if you try to move it.

if you opted not to use glue. either tape the edges of the paper to the shirt so it doesn't move while you're painting it, or just put stuff on it. my most recent one i held it in place with containers of paint. it's very possible that since i've had a fair amount of practice at this i'm overestimating how haphazard one can be as a beginner without wrecking it, so i suppose stay on the safe side if you've never done this before.

you don't really have to wait for the glue to dry, just make sure nothing's going to move. now you get your paint and fill in everything. paint off the edge of the paper, inwards toward the fabric. if you paint toward the paper the paint will be more likely to get under the paper. (i really hope this makes sense without pictures. you'll figure it out when you try it i think.) if you have a sponge brush then probably use it. the main idea is kind of press the paint down instead of doing big old side-to-side things like you would if you were painting a painting. long story short i guess be careful. make sure you get everything and maybe use a smaller brush for smaller details.

if you didn't use glue or if you used sticky paper you don't really have to wait for the paint to dry either but to play it safe you probably should. if you used glue then definitely wait till everything is fully dry before taking off the paper.

you probably won't be able to get the glued-on paper off of the fabric by just pulling it. you should get some rags or washcloths and soak the paper and scrub it off. be gentle so you don't mess up the paint. remember what i said about the paper bits. they will be there. they go away.

now if you have any weird lines left from making paper bridges you fill them in with a paintbrush. let that dry and now you have a wonderful stenciled thing! add whatever to it! i have glitter paint, i like glitter paint. i've been experimenting with multiple stencils, one for each color (another upside to not using glue is you can do multiple in quick succession just make sure the paint's dry enough that it's not going to stick to the paper). this has been a public service announcement on my own way of doing stencils. there are a lot of ways. maybe i will take some pictures remake this post with illustrations but right now? i want to go to bed

[floralhuqzz]

𝐀 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 (fem! reader x Kai Anderson) part 2

PART 2

WARNINGS: none 

After Kai gave me his phone number i went straight to my house after i finished grocering. I stepped outside my car as i was standing in front of my door. This is when curiosity took over my body, I turned my head around just to see my neighbours house. 

“how I didnt know about him?” i thought to myself. It was a pretty big house, bigger than mine. You must have a lot of money to be able to afford this type of houses. 

I get inside my house just to find my cat Milo sleeping on my bed. I take the grocerie bag to the kitchen and put everything in place. I get back inside my bedroom and i lay myself on my bed taking the paper that Kai gave me earlier from my jeans pocket. I read it again  “see you at my house at 9 today? call me xxx” i got a little excited. I stand up and start to get change to my pijamas, i had plenty of time. I looked out my window to see Kai in his bedroom sitting while he is doing some work on his computer. I completely forgot that my bedroom window was right infront of my neighbours window. Suddenly Kai turns around and his expression changes to a suprised one when he sees me not wearing my shirt. My first reaction was to throw myself to the ground.

“y/n you okey over there?!” i heard Kai screaming through his window

“um- y-yeah! dont worry im ok” i screamed still laying on the ground blushing

“THIS IS SO EMBARRASING” i thought, this could not get any worse 

“you sure?” he asked again

“yeah just give me a second-” i took my pijama shirt from the ground and put it on my almost naked chest. Then i stood up.

“heyyyy..” i was completely embarrased

“hey” he said with a smirk on his face

“sorry you had to... see that” i put my hand on my face

“oh no, i definitely enjoyed the view”  he knew that he had the upper hand here, so he wasn’t even trying to be subtle with his attempts at seduction. He could feel your nervousness. He knew which buttons to push, all right.

I blushed at the comment

“im just messing with you” He smiled at your blush, the arrogant smile of his seeming to widen. He was enjoying this a little too much. He looked like he was playing with you, and he wasn't trying to hide how he felt about it.

“oh ok haha” is he flirting with me??

“see ya at 9 then”  he raised an eyebrow, his mouth turning into a teasing smile that curled at the corners. He didn’t respond, only looked down at you for a moment, a smirk on his lips, his eyes sparkling

“see ya” i waved back still standing in front of my window. After a minute i went to the living room to watch some tv and distract myself when i fell asleep. I woke up around 2 hours later, it was already 7.30 so i had to get ready. I went to shower and finished my makeup. I put on a skirt, a black top a some heels. I wanted to look pretty, especially to make a good impression.

I go down stairs and texted Kai

Kai

Are you ready? 

You

Hi! im almost ready

Kai 

Ill be waiting for you outside my house, alright?

You

Alright, see ya soon

seen

I took everything i needed, sprayed some perfume on and went outside. Not even 4 seconds and i see Kai standing on his doorway. So i approached him.

“Hi” i said in a shy way

“Hi y/n, come in” he offered me to go inside first, he locked the door and stood right behind me and i feel his breath on my neck

“go on, theres nothing to be afraid of” his voice was playful, like he was teasing me.

i shivered.

The house had a darker touch, in my opinion it suited him a lot. I walked down the hall until I found a big kitchen. Kai entered the kitchen first.

“want a glass of wine?” he asked me raising an eyebrow

“you wanna get me drunk or something?” i joked while looking at him

“now, why would I do that?" He asked, a playful grin on his face as he spoke.

“do you trust me?" he asked, his voice lowering a little.

 "do you think... that I would hurt you? Or am I the kind of man you can trust?"

“i certainly do trust you since i got in your house in the first place” i said chuckling

He turned and poured two glasses of wine for each other He handed one to me and took one for himself, taking a sip from it.

He grinned at that, his dark eyes twinkling. 

“just get a little drunk… just enough to have some fun.” He raised an eyebrow, leaning closer to you and whispering the last couple of words into your ear that it send shivers down your spine.