#little sneak peak for the next comic part

[rainderthesomeone]

Pov there judging ya, what do you do?

[c-hrona]

Chapter 1: Back From The Dead

Part 5

And that's a wrap!

I hope you liked this little intermission into Wolfwood recovery, both physical and mental. Don't worry, next chapter he will be a mess again :3c

CHAPTER 0

CHAPTER 1: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

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[deancaspinefest]

Significant severe

Author: Tossukka | Artist: girlinthemirrorbluenight

Posting on Monday March 25

A TV meteorologist Castiel Novak believes storm chasers who livestream their adventures online must only be looking for adrenaline rushes from dangerous situations. When an attractive storm chaser Dean Winchester and Castiel meet at their shared alma mater’s alumni event, they end up arguing over the issue. To show Castiel the realities of his work, Dean invites Castiel to join him on a chase for a few weeks. Castiel is intrigued, and unexpectedly, his employer agrees to let him count it as field work. After their disastrous first meeting, Castiel expects to share a civil but distant working relationship with Dean. And yet, in the volatile atmosphere of the tornado season, both the storms and Castiel’s attraction to Dean grow more intense day by day.

Keep reading for a sneak preview!

“Now, now, storm chasers are an important part of the weather industry. You know that as well as I do, Castiel,” a man said speaking in a British accent. “Personally I just don’t think the people who voluntarily drive themselves in the middle of what is often hell on Earth can be in their right minds. They end up blocking the roads and making an already dangerous situation even more so,” the one who had been called Castiel said. Dean frowned. “But they do good too. Collect data, confirm warnings, save lives.” “I’m only saying I believe they must have some self-destructive tendencies, that is all.” Dean couldn’t listen more without interrupting. “Excuse me?” he said and pushed his way to the two men. “Sorry for pushing my nose where it doesn’t belong, but I couldn’t help overhearing the discussion.” The dark-haired man’s bright blue eyes widened a little as he saw Dean. There was a hint of recognition in them, and Dean suspected the man already knew who he was. “Heh, my name is Dean Winchester. Well, I work as a storm chaser among other things. Your discussion sounded interesting,” Dean introduced himself. “Oh-ho! There we go, Cassie. You can talk to a professional about your suspicions,” the British guy said. “Call me Balthazar, Dean. Nice to meet you.” Even in the middle of his annoyance, Dean couldn’t help noticing Castiel was just his type. Except that he was clearly an asshole. Well no, that also had been very much Dean’s type over the years. Shit. “So Cas, you think I like risking my life for cheap thrills then?” Dean asked, not bothering to beat around the bush. Castiel frowned. “Don’t you?” “Oh dude, it’s so much more than that. I can admit there’s an element of thrill being so close to the greatest forces of nature, but just so you know, storm chasers take a lot of cautionary measures to keep themselves safe during chasing,” Dean said. “It’s not just aimlessly driving around like maniacs and blocking roads from other citizens. There’s a lot of science connected to it, and a bit of experience needed to keep yourself and others out of trouble.” “I don’t doubt that, Dean,” Castiel said. “I’m sure you are very good at what you do. But you are putting yourself needlessly in danger.” “I’m not,” Dean said. “Listen, have you ever been storm chasing?” “No.” “Okay then,” Dean said. “How about this? Do you want to join me for the peak of the Southern Plains tornado season? Let’s say May? Two weeks, full month, whatever works for you. Get a taste of the cheap thrills.” “I…” Cas hesitated. “I don’t think I can take that much time off work.” “I’ll give you some time to consider,” Dean said and pulled out his business card. Charlie had designed them, and they had a little drawn picture of his beloved Impala driving towards a looming comic book version of a tornado next to his name. “Call me if you want to try it.”

(continue reading on Ao3 on Monday March 25)

[milder-manners]

Take your time! We'd rather have you unstressed and well rested and have it take a while for the next comic, than have you push yourself to get it done fast at the cost of your health. You're not a content producer, you're an artist, and good things take time. And there's no shame in taking breaks!

I really love your White Dragon AU, all the worldbuilding and seeing the ccs personality shine through (like Dream being super kind and Sapnap being super loyal), as well as the little things, like Dream's cat-ear beanie to hide his horns. I can see the love put into the story. Just wanted to let you know that you've made something really cool and that there are many people out there who enjoy it. More than the notes show. Dtblr is known for having many lurkers (I'm one of them). So think of this as my likes/reblogs on every part of the comic!

This really means a lot to hear anon, thank you truly.

I guess I'm just so excited to show you what I've got planned that I'm disappointed in myself when things don't follow through (oh man this kind of sounds like one guy that I know ...). But you're right, art takes its time and that's ok.

I'm really glad to hear that you're enjoying the big and little aspects of the AU as well as the world-building. Genuinely glad you're entertained.

also here's a sneak peak of the first page for anyone who wants to see:

[auphaniim]

Here’s a small sneak peak of the next chapter of Three and a Half days!

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“Potter- Is- Is this Salazar Slytherin’s office?” He asked, a hint of awe in the usually sharp tones. Harry nodded, smiling widely. Snape blinked a little, head swivelling almost comically around the room, eyes glinting as he spotted the books.

“It is much cleaner than I’d expect it to be after all this time. Are the house elves able to come down here?���

Harry shrugged. “Dunno, and it was much dustier earlier, but I was bored while waiting for you to finish, Sir, so I figured I’d clean it. There used to be a portrait of Slytherin here too, but it crumbled, way before young Voldemort came here, I think.”

The stunned expression on Snape’s face finally faded back to his usual sneer, although looking a little softer than usual. 

“Well, I wouldn’t have expected you to know how to clean, Potter.”

Harry scowled at him. Snape had actually been pretty decent today, and he had just ruined it. 

“Well, that’s a childhood of being made to clean by Petunia Dursley for you, Professor.” He shot a glare at Snape, turning away before he could see the stunned expression on his professor’s face. “Anyways, there’s a door with some steps behind this tapestry-” Harry pulls back the green fabric, hooking it into a metal clasp that seemed to be there for that exact purpose. “Dunno where it leads, but it’s probably the pedestrian way out.” He shrugged, keeping his face carefully blank. 

He’d been doing so well, he didn’t want to lash out again, despite how much bringing up his relatives made him want to act like a little kid and sulk.

Snape’s lips were thinned, and he nodded. He coughed, clearing his throat. “Well. Here are the materials. You… Mentioned potentially selling me some of them?” 

Harry wanted to laugh at the concealed greed in the potion master’s eyes. He could have been a decent person and offered some to him at a reasonable price, but he was still pretty angry over the comment, and if Harry couldn’t lash out like he used to, he was going to be petty about it.

“I don’t know yet, professor. I do actually need some of this for something, so I’ll get back to you about it later when I know how much I need.”

Harry was bullshitting. Snape could tell Harry was bullshitting. Snape was also looking around at the books in envy. 

Harry smiled sweetly. “We should probably head up, Sir, you did say you had other things to do, and I wouldn’t want to keep you.” 

He motioned at the door to the steps, which also required a parselmagic spell to open. 

Snape sneered but nodded. It seemed he was smart enough not to be condescending again. He shot one last look of envy around the office, before stepping up the stairs. Harry followed behind him, picking up Conis from where the snake had been lounging and carrying the three extremely heavy bags of basilisk parts. He did deserve that, to be fair.

Read Three and a Half Days here!

[iturastwordblog-youdidntseethis]

I don't do sneak peaks for my little comic series' but I'm feeling generous (and proud of this part...) and decided to share it before the next part tomorrow.

[i-cant-sing]

Hello! :D Your Yandere EraserMics are so good! Can I request them with a shy, short and easily flustered darling? Would they tease her and make her blush? What about her height, I feel like they might enjoy it just a tad xD Thank you so much! :3

Yandere Erasermic w/ an easily flustered darling

*gasps* huh???? Did I just post something that's not Todoroki Clan related????

Lol anyways enjoy!

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Yandere Erasermic:

You're just so cute.

They can't help it, honestly.

Your height was one of the first things that attracted them towards you. You were just so small, and you looked so scared when that villian tried to attack you. And you were just so adorable when you rambled out thanks and apologies when the duo saved you.

You were so shy when they offered to take you to a nearby cafe, to calm you down. When Hizashi took your hand to pull you towards the cafe, he almost awed at how small and soft your hands were. And when Aizawa paid for your coffee, he couldn't explain the warm feeling that spread through his heart when you blushed and thanked him.

You are so naive. Too innocent and so pure for the harsh world. They knew they had to keep a close eye on you when they saw you near tears when a customer yelled at you. Aizawa would often have to hold Hizashi back from snatching you in his arms. There will be a time for that later, Shouta would remind him.

And it was just so easy for them to convince you to be a part of their lives. Well, they just took you home one day and confessed their love. There wasn't much you could do about it except cry and thrash, but come on, its pro heroes we're talking about.

Of course, it was hard at first. You were too shy to admit your feelings for them. So they were understanding when you would reject them and cried yourself to sleep. You would exhaust yourself like that, poor thing.

But with patience and unspoken threats, you were finally coming around. And they couldn't have been happier. They spoil you, treat you like royalty, drown you in affection. Its what you deserve.

Of the two, Hizashi was the more vocal and physical one. He'd compliment you every single day, and kiss you so passionately that it always left you breathless.

Although Aizawa wasn't that eager to show his love for you in public, the moment he gets in the privacy of his home, he turns into a completely different person. He'll say such things and touch you in such ways that it was comical how quick you turned beet red.

Hizashi just loves to wake you up each morning by kissing your eyes and nuzzling his nose with yours. He chuckled at how you would blush and try to hide yourself under the blankets.

Aizawa derived great pleasure from  slapping your perfect little butt each morning when you're making breakfast, making you yelp and pout in faux anger, eyebrows furrowed as you try to stop your cheeks from turning pink.

They enjoyed flustering you up. Sometimes Hizashi would say something so cheesy, or maybe Aizawa would whisper something so vulgar in your ears, your eyes would grow wide and your face flushes and you slap their chest, and try to run away from them.

They loved how short you were compared to them. Perfectly small for them to trap engulf you.

You hated how quite Aizawa was. He liked to sneak up on you, just so to make you squeak when you noticed him. And when you would get mad at him, Aizawa liked to pull your soft, little pliant body to him and tickle you until you forgive him. They both cherished your smiles and giggles.

Hizashi loved cooking, but he loved cooking with you even more. And by cooking, he means heaving you up on the kitchen counter as he makes you taste whatever he's making. He claims you're his little sous chef, his little helper, but when he asks you to get something from the top shelf you can't reach, its Hizashi who liked to pull your body against his chest as he reached out for the bottle, giving you bum a hard squeeze, kissing you as a thanks.

They wont admit it, but sometimes, they would purposefully make you mad at them. You’re just so hot when you’re angry. your nostrils flared, lips in an angry pout, your eyes holding fury, an emotion completely opposite to your cute, little red face. Its infuriating when they would make fun of you in that state, Aizawa more often than not, would pull your bottom lip from your teeth, while Hizashi would treat you like some tantrum throwing child.

Sometimes you'd be having bad days. You don't really say anything but they know what you're thinking about. They know that you miss your old life, and they're not mad because they know that you can't help it. On days like that, you want to be left alone. But thats not an option, not with them. No, Hizashi will gather you in his arms and sit on the couch with you in his lap. Aizawa will scoot next to you both, placing an arm around Hizashi's shoulder as he caresses your cheek with the back of his hand. If you manage to break out of their grasps, Aizawa will use his scarf and pull you back to them. And then when you start crying, not being able to hold your tears in anymore, they'll whisper reassurances and pepper your face with kisses.

They loved to cuddle in the bed with you, their legs entangled with yours, effectively trapping you in the center, your face towards Aizawa's. And when you look into his eyes, all you find is that they're full of love and devotion and obsession. He likes to tell you how much he loves you, how lucky they are to have you in their life. And when you are at a loss for words, and your face grows warm, and tears prick the corner of your eyes because you just don't understand how can anyone be so in love? Hizashi will nuzzle into your neck as he coos in your ear about what an adorable, little angel you are, how you’re better than all the luxuries in the world. And then they'll laugh when you hide your face in Aizawa's chest, their chests flooding with warmth at your cuteness.

So precious.

They love it when they're in the bathtub and they sit you in between them. Your back to Aizawa's chest and Hizashi looking at the both of you in pure adoration from the other side of the tub. Aizawa's kissing your neck, leaving love bites here and there, while Hizashi massages the sole of your foot or presses soft kisses to your palms. They love how you avoid eye contact with them, but then peak at them from your lashes and your cheeks turn pink.

You're just so endearing.

It didn't help that all of your reactions were brutally honest. It didn't help that you unconsciously expressed all of your emotions. You can try all you want, but you cant stop the way your heart skips beat, or the way blood rushed to your cheeks when they give you simple compliments, or touch you in a not so innocent way.

It all but motivates them to squeeze some more sinful noises out of you.

[cuddlesslut]

Beginnings

Chapter Ten of Home

Atsumu x fem reader, Suna x fem reader, Hinata x fem reader

Summary: a glance back

Warnings: some NSFW elements in this chapter

AN / so it looks like the chapters are going to be shorter than before but that’s just because I can only keep my energy up for so long. I really do enjoy writing but it’s easier for me to write smaller chapters rather than like before. Also I know Suna hasn’t been as present I promise we will be getting more of him soon! UNEDITED SORRY

Part Nine: Closure

You collapsed onto your bed immediately after getting home from lunch with Atsumu and you haven’t moved for at least half an hour. Emotionally you were exhausted. Seeing him and thinking about him still caused a pang in your chest but that reunion was needed. You needed to start moving past him, that much you decided. He was your first love and he wounded you in a way that may never fully heal but now there’s two amazing guys trying to help you move forward.

You let a long grown rubbing your hands over your face. This were complicated enough when you were still coming to terms with your felling with Hinata. God he must be wondering what the hell is going with you leaving with his teammate. Maybe Bokuto and Sakusa have already started filling in the blanks for him. You could see those idiots snickering to themselves when you had encountered the group earlier. A soft smile graced your lips thinking of those two. You missed those two, and their constant bickering. You had become close to the the team over the years. Having hosted several victory parties at your and Atsumu’s shared home.

A small tear slipped down your cheek running down your face as you lay staring at the ceiling. Just another thing you had lost because of the setter. You released the breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. Shaking that thought from your mind it did no good to dwell on those things now. Thinking back to your favorite orange haired man you felt slightly nervous about having to explain everything to him. Sho is nowhere near as dumb as most think ,yes he tends to get a little over excited missing some details but he’s really quite clever, so he’s probably figured out most things. It’s not like he wasn’t aware of your past you had spilled that too him a lot quicker than you had planned. You can remember that moment clearly. It was the moment your feelings for Hinata had first started becoming deeper than you had intended, even though you denied them for a lot longer.

You stretched sitting up the soft cotton sheets falling your lap as you yawned searching searching the room for the familiar sight of Shoyo’s bright orange hair. You rose your brow at the lack of his presence. The small apartment was silent. Which made you draw the conclusion that he was not here, he’s to rambunctious to be home and not make any noise not that you minded. You had a clue where he could probably be and your suspicions were confirmed as you heard him enter through the front door. It surprised you the first morning it had happened but by now you are used to Hinata going for morning runs.

He stood in the door smile spreading across his face upon seeing you awake in this bed wearing only one of his old game shirts from Brazil. Your hair still a mess and the purple marks he left last night peaking out from the collar of the crew neck. It was certainly an amazing sight for him to come back to. He leaned against the door frame lifting the hem of his shirt to wipe some sweat from his face. Now it was your turn to appreciate the view. His abs and delicious v coming into sight. Grazing your eyes down to his workout shorts that fit nice and snug against his defined thighs. God his thighs were a blessing in and of themselves. After your quick glance you look back up to the eyes of the man in front of you.

“You know I’ll never understand how you can have the energy to go running in the morning after the nights we have,” you chuckle.

A wide grin sneaks his way to his face “ sorry I’m not the one who can barely walk in the morning,” he winks.

Your jaw drops at his cheeky comment. “ oh yeah we’ll have to change that,” you state smug unsure where all of this confidence came from. Although you weren’t expecting his response.

His eyebrow quirked at your insinuation, before smirking “ alright that can be arranged sometime soon!” He chuckled enthusiastically.

Your eyes widened the scenario playing in your mind quickly.

Hinata loved the shocked but curious expression painting your features. The next thing you new Sho had bolted from his spot jumping into the bed knocking you onto your back as he hovered over you. His hot breath tickled your neck his lips grazing your pulse before giving a nip. One hand had sneaked under the shirt you wore grasping onto your hip while the other kneaded your breast. Your breath grew shaky. He lowered his head to the valley between your breast before looking up to you. Peering at you through his orange waves that dangled in his face.

“You know I still have plenty of energy to take care of you,” he teased his voice dropping an octave. “ so baby tell where do you want me.”

“I want you,” you bite your lip looking at the sinful man in front of you. Your hand grips his chin pulling him up to you face to face, your eyes drop to his lips before returning to his darkened eyes. “In the shower, now get your sweaty ass off of me!” You push his Lunky body of off you before standing.

He groans looking over at you “tease!” He yells.

You turn back sticking your tongue out at him, “ go shower loser im going to make some coffee and breakfast,” you yelled over your shoulder as you headed to the kitchen. Hinata enjoyed the view of you walking away before sighing in defeat, he was really grimy from his run, plus he could use a cold shower right now.

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You moved around his small kitchen with an air of familiarity. It was about a little over a month since your agreement of friends with benefits began. After fixing a small breakfast and some coffee Shoyo finally emerged fully dressed and cleaned. Taking a sip from his mug and surveying the food you had made. He smiled.

“Damn Y/N this looks amazing!” He smile his signature smile. “You know it surprise me how a girl like you is single!” He doesn’t sense the mistake he had made immediately. You had never talked about why you didn’t want to date before. Not feeling your tragic history with love was appropriate pillow talk. You froze at this statement. Unwanted thoughts and memories swirling in your mind. All of your insecurities starting to surface. Hinata noticed the shift in the air immediately. It was hard not to as your hands grabbed at the counter for some stability. Your eyes trained on the surface, voice caught in your throat. How do you respond to that.

If there’s one thing about Hinata that is certain it’s that’s he’s incredibly caring. He moved around the corner of the counter standing next to your side placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. “Hey Y/N are you okay! Was it something I said? I’m real sorry ya know!” You turn to him tears brimming in your eyes. He doesn’t speak again or ask you to just pulling you into him as you bury your face into his chest as you sob. He places a reassuring hand your back rubbing soothing circles onto your back hoping to help calm you.

It feels nice and it helps a lot more than you expected. Although guilt starts to build as you realize your crying in front of a man you only know through sex. God this is embarrassing. Before you can try to retreat. Sho navigates you to his sofa. After relaxing into the cushions you look up at him. While he’s trying to look calm and reassuring you can sense the worry in him.

He takes this moment to speak. “ you know you can talk to me Y/N I’ll listen to you about whatever you have going on, no judgment.” You sigh looking up at him. Looking up into his eyes you don’t know why you aren’t more hesitant but it honestly feels like you can tell him anything. And so you do. You tell him almost everything. Leaving out names and some of the more gory details. You tell him all about your heartache. And he sits and listens to you intently. Although he didn’t show it he was furious with how you had been treated. But he didn’t want to interrupt your venting. It felt really nice to actually talk to someone about everything and how you feel and Sho was amazingly supportive throughout the whole ordeal.

Wiping the mostly dried tears from your cheeks you gave Hinata a soft smile. “ thank you Shoyo I’m sorry I dropped all of this on you, it probably not what you signed up for.” You gave a nervous chuckle.

He returned your smile, looking at you earnestly, he gripped your shoulder gently making you look up at him. “Hey none of that non sense! You can always talk to me no matter what!” He smiled.

Your eyes shinned up at him with a forgotten emotion. “Really?” You questioned

His smile grew even bigger “Yeah! Absolutely! What are friends for!” He beamed!

Friends.... why did that word give you a pang in your chest.

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[bordonfreeman]

Sneak peak at comic I'm working on since it's taking a while to do

I've talked about this comic a little before but it's been a while and very... at length, but basically!!! It's a comic I'm writing with my brain buds [what i call my headmates/alters] feature well, us as the characters [all of us who want to anyways lol]

Plans for the long-term of the story of the comic is still in the works but we plan on having a few of the episodes/chapters based off our own experiences with being a system!!

This is an idea we had a while ago before I finally decided to just finally go ahead and make it. Everyone looks roughly the same to how they appear notmally, but as our system is very fictive heavy, designs and names in the comic have been altered slightly as to hopefully not get immediately confused with the original characters they look like.

I plan to have the first part come out by at least the start of next week and we plan to post it on our system blog @headspace-shenanigans

Excited to finally be getting this out and we hope that some of you can be as excited as well!!

[emeraldgreaves]

HI hihihihi halcyon for beloved Moira? <3

absolutely 💕 let’s goooo

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halcyon (adj.) - denoting a period of time in the past that was idyllically happy and peaceful.

~970 words, no plot just food

The sun sets on Westwood, turning the prairie to amber and sending rays of light through Grandmama’s crystal punch bowl in the cabinet. The one “for special occasions,” her mother had said.

“Birthdays are special occasions,” said her father, and stole another piece of carrot from the serving dish.

Today must be a one such day, because years later Triba Lari takes it down and wipes it out with a gingham cloth. “Fetch me some snow, Moira,” she says, and Moira hurries to comply, grabbing the tin bucket by the door that holds flowers in the summer. The freezing metal stings her fingers as she scoops up the cleanest patch she can find and rushes back into the kitchen, already full of women chattering as pans sizzle on every surface.

A million different smells float through the kitchen—butter and dill for the crisp golden potatoes ladled into a dish, a soft dome of cornbread steaming in a skillet, a roast crackling in the oven. A squat, round cake sits patiently in the icebox with the first of the strawberry preserves between its layers—Miss Corinne had watched the oven like a hawk yesterday, oblivious to her and Zori sneaking spoonfuls of jam behind her back.

Her father hovers uncertainly in the doorway. The hesitation is almost comical on a man his size, but he’s in charge of every piece of Westwood except for the space in this room. Triba Lari scoops in some snow and pours over something red and sweet-smelling, then takes pity on Yorick and passes him the punch bowl before loading up Moira with the potatoes and shooing them both out of the kitchen.

The mayor’s house is the only one large enough for a separate dining area. She spent all afternoon scrubbing this room before company came, dusting the baseboards and wiping down the windows out of some vague sense of obligation to the way her mother used to keep it. Someone’s spread the table with their second-best blue tablecloth, and wooden chairs from the neighbors’ house crowd at the corners. A couple of crates lie stacked by the door—supplies for her Flower Day next week, things too fragile to stay in the shed.

Golden light seeps through the windows, making the creamy white porcelain gleam. Her father follows her to the empty place in the table, setting the bowl between the empty gravy boat and a dish of orange sweet potatoes with sage and onion. Away from the bustle of the kitchen, the silence seems to settle back into place, a heavy crate sinking to the bottom of a pond.

“She used this at our wedding,” Yorick says suddenly. “Your grandma, she gave it to us. Said it was traditional.”

He’s still staring down at the punch bowl, never at her, like he’s afraid some part of Elinor will look back. But an opening’s an opening, and she tries to think of something to ask.

A peak of laughter breaks it like glass before Zori comes tearing in, flour in xeir coppery hair. “Sorry,” xe gasps, hands braced on their knees. “Turns out I can’t steal a taste after all.”

They all crowd round the table shortly afterwards. The room fills with laughter as the sun disappears, leaving a comforting quilt of blackness beyond the blue curtains. Zori sits next to her through dinner, chatting brightly about skating on the creek as Tekrom Galen sneaks another helping of stewed apples to her right. Someone proposes a toast to surviving another year. The punch must be spiked, because they grow increasingly more elaborate—a toast to Yorick, for leading their little town, to the Autarch in faraway Haven, to the moon for rising so beautifully full.

Zori’s father Thom catches the two of them just as the plates are being cleared. “You kids want to try something?” he says, grinning with the mischief of a man half his age. Brimming with the confidence of nearly being trusted adults, they follow him eagerly to the shed.

The fireworks for Wintersun had come on the caravan with the rest of her Flower Day decorations, but her Uncle Thom had winked and said they’d better test them, just to be sure. The first singing candle goes flying in an arc across the plain; the second sputters and fails to light, but the third soars high into the air, whistling merrily as it shoots out of sight. The noise draws the rest of the adults out onto the porch, the women in their colorful shawls and men in their greatcoats. Someone fetches the cake and passes around slices.

She and Zori are each handed a sparkler and promptly go tearing off together through the tall grasses behind the house, golden light hissing and spitting in their hands. It’s like holding a shooting star. She lifts it and trails it through the air, dreaming for a brief moment of flying like one of the candles, floating untethered among the constellations.

“Someday, I’m going to be a pilot,” says Zori.

“Only if you take me,” says Moira. “Someone’s got to keep you on course.”

Xe grins. “Perfect. I’ll fly, you navigate.”

“Shake on it.” And after one complicated spit-handshake, the pact is sealed.

They duel with the sparklers until their weapons finally fizzle out, leaving them to trudge home in their heavy boots and collapse on the doorstep. Far above them, the last few fireworks glitter against the first crackles of winter frost. Her father passes them the last slice of cake, patting her briefly on the shoulder before going to double-check the shed.

Later that night, watching the stars through her bedroom window, she counts them one by one, safe in the knowledge they’ll always be there for her.

[theparkau]

The Park AU!

Hi! I'm Took, more or less the concept/comic artist for the Park AU!

The Park AU is a personal project me and few other friends have been working on for the past few months now! Although the AU itself was thought up and made by our friend Squeed. So aside from the artwork I myself make, a lot of the creative credit goes to them! (and partially our third friend vibe who likes to occasionally pitch an idea or an artwork.)

The idea of the Park AU is basically “What if the Dream SMP was just a bunch of kids roleplaying in a park, and more or less partially their lives outside of that.”

How would everything change and look different within that context? That's what we wanted to explore here!

This is my first bunch of the design concepts! None of them are perfect, and I'm in the works of making better, more full on character sheets. but to introduce the park, I thought it was important to start near the beginning. and since I'm the artist here and not the writer, my beginning is these designs.

All the way on the right at 6, we have Drista! I remember wanting to to try and give her matching clothing with dream, while still trying to capture that younger sister energy and individuality she shows every time she's on screen.

 I love how both their hair colors came out, but I'm definatly planning on changing how I'm doing Dritsa’s overall striped clothing and color pallet. but I adore the idea of her getting hand me down hoodies from dream so you can definitely expect that to be one of the aspects that stays

In the AU she tends to stick with the dream team whenever shes allowed to come to the park (she doesn't get to come very often for a couple of reasons.) But at some point during her visits she can usually be found being watched for a short while by bench trio while dream goes off on a quick mission. It never lasts longer than 30-40 minutes, but her and tommy are good friends. And dream really appreciates it.

Next over is both the youngest of SBI and of Bench Trio, Tommy (8). I’d recently watched Luca when I designed him.(which I've been told is rather apparent after I've said it so I thought I'd might as well share that.)  I think the thing I'm most disappointed in this design is that its just a smaller Tommy. One of my goals for the art of this au was to try and avoid that as much as posable where I could. Especially with the younger kids, considering how much children tend to change from year to year.

I recently did a redesign that I'm much happier with personally, (here's a little sneak peak of part of the sketch). I think It leans a lot more into kid styles of clothing, and his more nature loving side. (Its also like a much more recent drawing so my more cartoonish style looks a bit better and a bit cleaner. I'm much happier with the shape language.)

Personality wise and family dynamic wise its a pretty classic tommy. Loud youngest brother with a soft side. a bit of a scamp who tends to act out, but he makes friends quickly and if your willing to work with him he’s willing to work with you. He collects and releases bugs, and he really really loves cows. 

In the center we have by far one of my favorites, Purpled (9). I really love this one to bits. His purple space helmet, his antenna, the way his hair is shaped and is covering is eyes,

 his sweater with the classic green alien head, 

His alien friend that's styled after those stuffed animals that have those Velcro feet so they can be worn like back packs, or a perma-hug. That and his black light flashlight which I thought would be a fun touch since black light is usually a shade of purple! 

 - But yeah cool guy, related to Punz (12) in the AU. 8.9/10 design :)

we haven't really discussed much about Purpled’s personality or his place in the au, but he’s really close to Punz. even if they don’t really get each other. and aside from aliens, space, and a few people around the park he’s really not much of a talker.

Tubbo (9), I don't have much to say about him visually other than, I would probably make his overalls more fun, put more into his hair. and just put more personality into his design overall. I think in a lot of occasions I was trying really hard to balance simplicity over personality. But kids at this age usually have too much personality to be so simple.

His scar is still there, and its still a fire works scar. just a bit smaller.

Personality wise though, in the au ide say we leaned very much into the “cheerily burns down your house” type of schemer you see a lot of the time. Just with more “I'm not quite sure what's happening but, I'm a smart enough kid to know that when I'm fully sentient its over for you fools” and it will be. He’s got the reputation of Techno, Schlatt and Wilbur to live up to. In a few years time the town will never know peace again.

Finally Ranboo (9). His design is one I both like and need to work on. I really enjoy the idea of Ranboo having vitiligo and like natural discoloration because of that in a lot of his hair and skin.  I also really like the idea of Ranboo having a wolf cut (or like whatever hair cut this could be described as?) 

But when it came to an outfit I didn't really have a solid direction idea to lean into, and I think it shows.

I know I wanted to go more for the color aspects of Ranboo (the purple, red, and green) because of his age. Like what 9 year old do you know walks around solely in monochrome? But for like the clothing itself I was trying really hard not to put every single kid in like a hoodie/tee shirt and jeans, and while I'm not sure if I was completely successful I still do like the look of his half and half sweater layered over with a tee shirt.

 Although its something I'm probably gonna play with in the future, especially pallet wise. He’s a bit to eye bleed-ish for my liking at the moment. I wanted spirit phone vibes but I think the colors I was choosing for a lot of this tended to lean a little to vibrant.

 For now though- here's memory boy. Taller than everyone in his grade, and the next few grades over. Other than his design we really haven't explored him as a character currently. I have a few ideas, but until we as a whole group can talk more that's, it for Ranboo.

 I do hope if anyone stayed this long you all enjoyed listening to me ramble a bit about my designs and the park that Squeed, and vibe, and I have been building!

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Enemy Territory

🦋Chapter 3🦋

After a long day at work, and a long night with San. You were not expecting to be woken up by his buzzing phone at 8:00AM. Painfully opening your eyes, as you feel his arm over your naked waist, reach for his phone on the small night stand on your side. Once he has it, you feel him shift around behind you. Soon his fingers hitting the clicking keyboard starts to echo in the room, making you want to sigh. You slowly turn around, his eyes are still focused on the screen.

   “What is it?”

   “Mhh? Oh it’s.. Something for one of my class. The project I told you about last week.”

   “Last week? I thought this one was done.. Which is why you couldn’t come over last weekend.” You ask genuinely curious, as it was what he had told you the previous week.

   “Yeah, well.. Hum..” He hums lightly as he keeps typing. “Something came up again, sorry..” He locks his phone as you are about to lean in to get a peak. You raise an eyebrow but he just gets closer to kiss your forehead softly. “Raincheck for brunch?” He asks without really getting your answer as he’s already getting out of the bed. You watch him put his clothes on, still not answering him. “Y/N?” He turns around after passing his head through his shirt.

   “Raincheck~” A small smile draws itself on your lips and an adorable eye smile shows on his face, making your heart tug in your chest. This time, not entirely sure if it was due to love or.. something else. Something slightly bitter and painful. Maybe it was just due to a long week and having look forward to spending the weekend with San so much.

   Once he has all of his stuff packed, he once again leans in to kiss your forehead lightly before swiftly walking out of the room. Soon, you hear the clicking and a slight buzz, indicating that he had left the apartment. This sound had never felt so loud before.

   You end up rolling your eyes lightly before letting yourself fall back into your bed. Now that San was gone, there was more space in the bed. Is what you were trying to tell yourself to feel slightly better about the frustrating situation. Suddenly, the thought of Wooyoung realizing that San left early get to your mind.

   “He’s not gonna leave me alone, is he..?” You sigh softly before deciding to slowly leave your bed.

   Without looking around, you run to the bathroom to start a warm shower. Your body slightly aching due to the previous night with San. As much as you did enjoy it and his presence. You weirdly did not feel satisfied at all. Something felt empty and somewhat even worst than when he had simply canceled last week. Maybe, because you had set your hopes a bit higher this time. Also, maybe, because a very small part of you felt slightly used.

   You nervously shake your head. This was not the time to fall into one of those long and deep overthinking showers. After ten minutes, you step out of the shower, putting on comfy clothes to stay in for your Sunday. The simple shower and the small self care routine that you had gone over, was able to boost your energy and it’s with a small smile that you step out of the bathroom feeling refreshed. However, that smile dies really fast when you fall nose to nose with - once again - a shirtless Wooyoung.

   “You’re up early~” He coos lightly. “Did mister boyfriend end up getting the Y/N to wake up before 10:30 on a Sunday?” The eye roll was expected at this point. You huff slightly before pushing him out of the way.

   Now, how could a simple touch of your knuckles on his bare and warm skin, make you feel something? I mean, how was this very simple and harmless act, make you feel slightly flustered and affected. This felt ridiculous. He observes you making your way to the small kitchen. The feeling of your hands on his torso, affecting him just as much. Making him wonder, why did such a small act make him twitch ever so slightly in his shorts. However, something ‘tings’ in his brain as he watches you reach for the cereal.

   “Don’t tell me..” A small amused smile grew on his lips.

   “Shut it.”

   “He left!”

   “Wooyoung..” You turn around slowly with a nervous smile on your lips. For some reason, you felt ashamed that Wooyoung could see you like that. Knowing, little by little, those details about your relationship. Making your hatred for him only more powerful at this point. “I will make you eat all of your shirts, one by one, so you will finally have a fucking reason to walk around half naked, in MY apartment.”

   “I don’t know why you’re getting mad at me babe. I’m not the one canceling plans on you~” He says nonchalantly before stepping inside the bathroom.

   “I swear if he comes out with only a towel around his hips.. There will be a murder.” You mutter to yourself before getting your small breakfast ready.

   But, maybe, Wooyoung wearing actual clothes inside of the apartment when it was just the two of you, was too much to ask. He once again comes out with his signature low hanging towel around his hips. His eyes lazily looking at the door he was closing behind him, while his other hand runs through his damp hair. At this point, it would be just dumb to ignore your obvious attraction to your ex. It can happen, being physically attracted to your ex. It’s only normal, right? There was nothing wrong with that, just as long as nothing was to happen between the two of us.

   Before you know it, he is standing right in front of you, his eyes observing you. It feels like you should look away and ignore him, but there’s something. The way he slightly quirks his eyebrow, looking down at the small shorts and very light top you’re wearing. It felt comical to him that you would complain about him wearing so little when you were walking around looking like that. He slightly licks his lips, feeling himself twitch under his towel. As much as he was affected by the view, you hated to admit to yourself that you could feel yourself get wet. Your eyes naturally end up going down to his lips, then down further, letting his chest until—

   “You’re staring dumdumb.” He hums lightly, pleased with the slight blush on your cheeks.

   “Am not..” You turn around directly, going back to the fridge to put the milk back. As you’re about to step back to close the fridge, you feel his bareback press against your barely covered back. His arm resting on the door above yours and the other one reaching for the milk inside of the fridge.

   “I need that.” He says lowly against your ear when you feel it.

   Something poking you, against your thigh. You feel your throat tighten at the feeling of his hardening length against you. For a second, the both of you forget what you are to one another. You naturally press back as he softly pushes against you. After swallowing thickly and feeling a buzz between your legs you have not felt in a while, you snap back to reality. Pushing him away so you can step out of his arms that had you caged in.

   “You could have waited for me to be out of the way.. Or ask me. I don’t know..” You mumble and he smiles a bit amused.

   “It’s fine, I got it~” You nod barely acknowledging him before almost running back to your room. Pressing your back to the door the moment you close the door. Your cheeks were violently flushed red and it felt like you could finally get your breath back.

   “What the fuuuck..” You whisper to yourself in a mix of pure panic and slight excitation. Why was your core buzzing so nicely? “Fuck.. fuck, fuck, noo..” Your hands rubbing your face, trying to maybe wake you up from whatever this was.

   *Knock knock knock*

“Y/N? Are you ok?” A long sigh leaves your lips before deciding to blatantly lie.

“I don’t feel so good, please leave me alone.”

“Oh.. Ok, yeah.” He simply hums before you can hear him walking away.

For some reason, there was a slight pinching in your heart. It was guilt, that you knew for sure. But you were not sure if it was due to what happened by the fridge or due to the way you just pushed Wooyoung away.

Sadly, this heart pinch was far from going away and letting you live peacefully. Not when San cancelling on you was starting to get… more and more normal. It became a routine for him to come on Friday nights to, essentially, just have sex with you. Then, leave in the morning. Even letting you sleep on the side next to the wall so he did not wake you up as he left the bed. Every time leaving you with Wooyoung giving you questioning looks and slightly amused smiles.

This morning was no different. Once again, San had left earlier that morning, not even bothering to give a valid excuse as you watched him almost sneak out of your room. Now, you have to sit, eating your cereal in front of a smiling and shirtless Wooyoung. You instinctively roll your eyes, already ready for him to poke his nose where it doesn’t belong like he does best.

“How are things with San?”

“Good.” He hums simply in response instead of the usual teasing about how he never stays for the day after sleeping over. Insisting that it was just “weird”.

“What do you want to do today?”

“Excuse me what?”

“I don’t know, I’m just asking.. If you want to do something today. I mean, with San canceling on you again, you’re most likely free right?” He smiles at you and you clench your teeth together.

“If it’s for you to just stick your nose in my business and make fun of my relationship. I will pass, thank you..” You almost hiss at him, making him laugh.

“I don’t do that.” He scoffs and you can’t help but to roll your eyes. “I just thought why not. You know, because it’s my last week living here with you, so..” You raise an eyebrow at his comment.

That’s right, he was supposed to only stay for a month. It had felt like such a long time when he first told you, but now.. Weirdly enough, there’s a small part of you that wishes he could have stayed longer?

“We’re not friends like that..”

“No, but we’re still roommates. How about tonight I’ll make you dinner?” He raises an eyebrow and you end up pursing your lips together. Wooyoung knew just how much you loved it when he used to come over to cook for you.

“Well..”

“I have a grill, we can grill meat.” You could already feel yourself salivate.

“O-Ok fine.”

“Perfect! Then, I just have a few things to do this morning but, you’ll come with me to the store later today right?”

“Yeah su--”

*Knock Knock Knock*

The door knocks heavily, making you both turn your heads towards it. You look at Wooyoung and he gives you an interrogating look.

“You expecting someone?” You shake your head at his question.

“No, you?”

“Mhm.” He says no as he stands up to go open the door. The moment he turns the handle, the door flies open to a crying girl.

“Oh my god!! Wooyoung!!” She jumps into his arms, nuzzling her face into his naked torso.

Your heart clenches uncomfortably and your teeth clenches at the view. Any doubt of jealousy was out the window. You wish this girl could get off of Wooyoung this instant. The moment she looks up, you recognize her. She was the girl that had come over that one night when they were watching a movie.

“Wha--What’s wrong?” He asks furrowing his eyebrows.

“My roommate keeps on inviting her boyfriend over and just ugh. I’m so sick of it and--” She looks back up towards me before leaning into Wooyoung’s arms again. “Can we go to your room?” She whispers even though you could obviously hear her.

You instinctively roll your eyes as Wooyoung nods yes. She takes his hand in hers and takes him to his room. While she gives you an interesting look, Wooyoung mouths a small ‘sorry’ while being dragged by her. You purse your lips lightly in response. As much as this was annoying, now a bigger problem was arising. Seeing this girl hug Wooyoung, made your heart clench more than San’s new habit of coming over just for sex. Seeing your ex being hugged by a random girl was actually more hurtful than your own boyfriend’s weird behavior towards you. There was no more denying this to yourself now.

[ chapter 4 >> ]

[a-pretty-nerd]

2020 Masterlist

Hey everybody! I’ve made a couple changes to my masterlist and I have a few exciting announcements to make!

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*=Smut

The 100

Jasper Jordan:

*Chipped

*Jealousy Gets You Somewhere

*Dirty Talk

Imagine Prologue *Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 (Finale)

*Join Me

*Pole Dancer

Sweet Boy

That Time Of The Month

*Confusion

*Not Yet Pet  *Part 2

*Sorry

*More

*Heated Lovin’

*A Little Fun

*Wanting

*Now What?

Golden Passion Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 *Chapter 3 *Chapter 4 Chapter 5

*Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 (Finale)

*Tease

Jasper Jordan Mess  

The Comic Prologue  Chapter 1 Chapter 2 *Chapter 3 

Sick 

Run 

Bellamy Blake:

*Hot

*All Mine

*Fuck

*Hooters

John Murphy:

*Biting

That Time Of The Month

*You Asked For It

*Pleasantly Surprised

*Homemaker

*Better

*Truth Or Dare

*You Flirt

*Really Really Really Rough

*Useful

Madness Prologue Chapter 1 *Chapter 2 *Chapter 3 Chapter 4 *Chapter 5

Chapter 6 *Chapter 7 *Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Finale!  

*Aw Nutz

The Trial *Part 2 

Trust 

Monty Green:

*Pole Dancer

Raven Reyes:

*Beautiful Bird

JasperxReaderxBellamy:

*Unity Day Fun

JasperxReaderXMurphy:

*Proposition  

JasperxReaderxMonty:

*Starry Night

BellamyxReaderxMurphy:

*Puddle

RasperxReader:

*Relax

Gift *Gift 2  

*Run  (College Au) 

Rodrick Heffley

*Untitled

*It’s So Wrong, But SO RIGHT Part 2 Part 3 *Part 4 *Part 5

*Silent, Not-So-Holy Night

*Sneak A Peak

*Rivalry

*Marks

*Pegging?!

Country Club

*His Van

*Guilt

Roller Rink

*In Trouble

*Shut Him Up

*Wait, Really!? 

*Glory 

More Devon Bostick Characters 

Pages Prologue *Part 1 *Part 2 *Part 3 *Part 4 Part 5 *Part 6 (Finale)

*Behind The Scenes

50 Shades Of Devon Prologue Part 1 Part 2 *Part 3 *Part 4 *Part 5 *Part 6 *Part 7 *Part 8 *Part 9

*My Good Side

*Squirting Hcs 

Freddie Klein: 

 *Summer Fling 

Leo Strange:

*Happy Halloween

Casper Galloway:

*V-V-Virgin!?  

*A Close One

Adam:

*Party

*Kiss And Make Up  

Half Way House

IT 2017

General: 

Trick or Treat 

Patrick Hockstetter:

Untitled

General Headcanons

*I Don’t Care

*Be Gentle, Okay!?  

*I Forgot  

*Quarry Quickie 

The Day After 

*Night Out   

Meeting The Parents  

*Red Handed

Henry Bowers:

*Take That

*Work? What’s That? 

Unlikely Friends  

*Mine Now 

*Lollipop  

*Blue Balls 

PatrickxReaderxHenry:

Game Prologue Chapter 1 *Chapter 2 *Chapter 3 *Chapter 4 *Chapter 5 *Chapter 6 *Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10  *Chapter 11  Chapter 12!Finale!  Epilogue  

*Blackmail  

New Year, New Girl   Part 2  

Poly!BowersGangxReader: 

Oh My! * Part 2 

*RoadTrip  

Star Wars

Bodhi Rook:

*Sweetheart

*Sex Headcanons

*Warm Welcome

You’re In A Relationship With Bodhi

You’re Bodhi’s Pregnant Girlfriend Part 2 *Part 3 Part 4

Cassian Andor:

*Sex Headcanons

*Promiscuous Boy

More Owen Teague Characters

Nolan Rayburn:

*You Walk In On Nolan

Hate Turns To Love Imagine *Part 1 Part 2

So You’ve Accidentally Cut Your Finger  

Sweet 

*Thursday Night 

Ryan “Trick” Trebecki:

New In Town Imagine Part 1 *Part 2

Sweet  

Otis:

Otis And His Angel

Owen Teague Character Period Hcs 

Misc. Characters 

Chris Evans:

*Rough Sex

Loki:

*Fight 

Jay (Okja):

*Relief

The Umbrella Academy

Klause Hargreeves:

*NSFW headcannons

*NSFW Part2 Electric Boogaloo  

*Look at You! (Fem!reader)

*Wild Ride (fem!reader)

*Lookin’ Good(fem!reader)

*Makeup (fem!reader)

*Stay (male!reader)

*Sunshine (fem!reader)

*I Think We’re Alone Now (fem! reader)

*Whole Again

*Good Boy (Male!Reader) 

*Revealing (fem!reader)  

*Hair Pulling (Gender Neutral Reader) 

*Torture (fem!Reader) 

*Only You (fem!Reader) 

*I Wanna Push Your Limits (fem!Reader) 

*Mommy~ (fem!Reader)  

My Hero Academia

Shota Aizawa: 

*relationship headcannons 

Trying Again (AizawaxFem!reader) :

Prologue , Chapter 1 , 

Pregnancy headcannons  

Katsuki Bakugou

Safe Space 

Tamaki Amajiki: 

*relationship headcannons

Pregnancy headcannons  

Hitoshi Shinsou: 

*relationship headcannons

Pregnancy headcannons  

Tomura Shigaraki: 

*relationship headcannons

Pregnancy headcannons  

*Verse!Shiggy NSFW headcannons  

Boyfriend Cheats and Shigaraki Comforts

Shigaraki, The Family Man  

Shigaraki x Pregnant!Reader: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4  Part 5 

Rebellion (ShigarakixAllMight!Daughter!Reader) :

Prologue , Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, 

Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9  Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 

Chapter 13 chapter 14 Chapter 15 

Devil May Cry

V (Vitale):

*General Headcannons (SFW/NSFW) 

*Good Morning 

Holiday Heartache 

Dilf V 

*Repaying His Debt 

[darkpoisonouslove]

Winx Club Rewrite Is a Go

I don’t know how I ended up here because I’ve always maintained that rewrites aren’t my thing (and I still kinda do) because it feels a lot like reading the same thing over and over again and to me it can be annoying. Yet, here I am with my very own Winx Club rewrite.

I started writing the first episode today but I have A LOT planned out already. Seasons 1 and 3 are pretty solid already even if there is still a lot of character work to be done and logistics to be figured out. I also have some structure for seasons 2 and 4 and I figured out the backstory of the Wizards of the Black Circle yesterday and that gave me an indescribable feeling which is pretty much what I took as a sign that it’s time to talk about this project.

To explain what I am doing - I am taking everything and changing it while keeping it the same. If that doesn’t make sense, then imagine that I am keeping the major plot points and most of the episodes (I have removed some because they are just irrelevant) have the same starting and ending point as they do on the show but there are big changes between those. Seasons 5, 6 and - you’ll find out in a sec - are going to have a lot more changes. I have removed transformations and switched around some of the transformations so that they are earned at a different point than in canon. I have picked a place to end this already and I have arcs for each season.

Now when it comes to the seasons, I have removed season 7 which will be done as a “movie” and will have additional plot still because there really is THAT little to season 7. Season 8 becomes season 7 in my rewrite and is the last and final season. It is the end of Winx’ journey and I think it is a satisfying end to a pretty long story. I am keeping the movies but:

1) There will probably be “movies” after seasons 1 and 2 as well just to make the structure make sense and because I feel like there is enough to be talked about between the seasons.

2) SotLK is majorly different from canon because there was no sense to that movie and only plot holes instead. I’ve saved what was salvageable from it and mostly put it in season 3 to free the whole movie for more interesting and logical stuff to happen. The end goal is the same, though - bringing Marion and Oritel (and Domino) back.

3) Magical Adventure is the least changed but there will be several changes here as well. The plan is to make the movie relevant on a wider level than just to Winx and the Specialists but I still don’t have that clear a vision of it. Just some things that I want to see but need piecing together.

3) The “movie” after season 5 will deal with the season 7 plot instead. I have switched them around. There will be Kalshara and Griffin and Faragonda and some major Bloom drama as well. I need to make these pieces connect, too, but this one feels almost coherent at the current time.

4) Politea is saved for the last movie that is after season 6. You’ll see why. Anyway, major Daphne and Bloom feelings are planned for that movie... and I don’t know what else yet. We’ll see.

I am currently working on all of the seasons and all of the movies at once so it is a bit of a mess. I write down and rewrite ideas. Everything is one big map in my head that isn’t completely translatable to someone else. Anyway, you can find everything I have posted about this in the “wc rewrite” tag. You can ask me questions if you have them and I’ll see how much I’ll share while trying to resist the urge to spoil everything because I have been at this for about 5 months now and I have so many ideas that I adore and want to talk about. Despite that I have no idea how quickly I can work on it. This is bound to take years which was the hardest part of this project for me to reconcile with but I really want to do it. So let’s see how that goes.

I want to say that I am planning on doing one episode a chapter but because I have decided to both develop the characters and be self-indulgent, that will make the chapters long. I don’t think that they are devoid of tension or action, however, because this thing is packed with so much stuff happening. Here’s a little sneak peak from the first episode:

“Bloom, honey, wake up,“ Vanessa’s mellow voice reached her through the colorful explosion into which her dream was retreating.

“Just five more minutes, mom,” Bloom mumbled as she wormed her head under the pillow to block out the interruption. She reached for the fairy princess in her dream with hair of liquid light and a touch like sinking through the reflective surface of a mirror that showed none of Bloom’s own features to her. She’d lose not just the way but her own self if she let go of the figure in front of her.

“You’ll be late for school, sleepy head.”

The woman evaporated in a heap of steam with a nasty hissing sound that rattled Bloom’s bones as she jumped into bed. Vanessa’s apologetic smile came into focus to draw a groan out of Bloom’s parched throat as she threw her head back.

“Not funny, mom,” Bloom grabbed her fallen pillow from the floor and plopped herself back down on her mattress, eyes wide open as the image of the fairy burned in her mind. “I wanted to see where she’d lead me!”

“Who?” Vanessa sat down on the edge of the bed.

“The fairy from my dream,” Bloom covered her eyes with her free hand to narrow her focus to the woman. “I’ve seen her before, I just...” she threw the pillow next to her on the mattress. “I can’t remember where.”

“Well, I’m not surprised. You’ve read every book on fairies that you could get your hands on. It’s only natural that they’ve started blurring together,” Vanessa chuckled.

“Yeah, but it’s not that.” Bloom shot up once again, her vision spinning for a moment from the sudden action. “She’s not a character. She’s something... someone else.” She twisted a strand of hair around her finger looking for the warmth enveloping her at the presence of the mystery fairy. It couldn’t be the first time she’d dreamed about her but she couldn’t recall more than that. “Grandma always said that dreams are important.” Another reason not to let go of the fleeting imagery in her head.

“I’m pretty sure she meant the other kind of dreams,” Vanessa’s amusement was more of a ghost itself now that Bloom had mentioned the newest loss in their family. It was her who had to stay open and talk to Bloom about Mike’s mother when he froze every time the topic was brought up until Bloom could no longer bear to cause him that. “Did you finish your art project last night? I sure hope it was inspiration that kept you up so late and not the lack of it.”

Bloom beamed despite the deflection. “I did!” She jumped out of bed as her mom made space for her to launch herself at her desk where her masterpiece was covered by stray sheets to keep her parents from peeking without her there to see the reactions. Finals had really inserted themselves in all areas of her life–including dreams–to throw a wrench in her works. Finishing a drawing she’d been sitting on for over a month had let her breathe fresh air again. “Here it is.” She pulled two sheets from the pile. “This is the sketch I did during spring break.” She’d spent a whole day wandering Gardenia looking for the building to put her vision into. “And here is the one I’ve reimagined.”

Vanessa gasped, hands flying to her mouth as her eyes gleamed with unformed tears. Not unlike her response to Bloom’s first steps in art back when she’d been three but, somehow, her reactions had developed to match Bloom’s growing skillset without giving undue credit.

Bloom’s heart swelled in her chest with pride boosted by the trust she had in her mom. Her work was almost complete now that it’d accomplished the desired effect with one parent. She’d been in awe herself by the alterations she’d made to Earth architecture to make it elaborate and alien enough for a fantasy... something. She still couldn’t decide what format she wanted to create her world in. Comics were a handy option but a vision of an elusive deal for a TV show still reared its head every time she reached for a pencil and a blank sheet of paper. And there was, of course, the popularity of video games accompanied by her lack of skills or contacts when it came to coding. There was always one more step to the door of her fairy utopia but she had to focus on the art for now.

“I hope that keeping this up will be easier after school is done stifling my inspiration,” Bloom chewed on her lip as she waited for her mom to collect herself enough to give the verdict of whether a summer job was about to take over that function now.

“Uninspired? You?” Vanessa shook her head in disbelief. “Honey, you have the imagination to create worlds and I am sure that one day you will,” Vanessa reached out cautiously towards the museum Bloom had created for her fantasy world. Her fingers barely brushed the paper to leave no traces of their presence and the bittersweet look on her face was too much for Bloom to stand. Her art was not meant to be an untouchable monument. It was supposed to be a temple, a home. Maybe her yearning had come through too well.

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██████████████]99% loading…suspect into the apd database…

WITNESS(ES) SAY HE REMINDS THEM OF: glasses, academia, coffee shops . with a slight resemblance to JEON JUNGKOOK of/the BTS.

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FULL FILE:

last name, first name: lee, david alias: electro realm of birth(if earth, nationality): earth age: 23 date of birth: september 1, 1997 gender: cis-gender male preferred pronouns: he/him, they/them species: cyborg level 1, civilian sexual orientation: questioning

VISUAL FILE:

skin color: light tanned eye color: dark brown, blue tint when using eye enhancemets scars: none reported piercings: both ears tattoos: a simple black star on left wrist hair color: black, dyed a variety of colors at times abnormalities: none reported horns/ wings/ etc: none transformed form: none

PERSONAL FILE:

powers & abilities: enhanced vision, lens screen, vital monitor and data collection, temperature scanning, night vision, light adjustment vision, app synchronization (photo, video recording, downloading) traits: determined, aloof

BACKGROUND CHECK:

date of birth: september 1, 1997

date of death: -

crime record: a clean record

BACKGROUND/BIOGRAPHY:

david was the 2nd born in his family, to a career solider and a

struggling

opera singer. his sister was 1st and her words upon seeing him as a baby was “i’m cuter.”at times he felt neglected given that his sister was getting more attention that him, she was the golden child while he was …david, quiet most of the time but had moments of intense energy. his parents enrolled him a variety of sports which kept him in check. he excelled in martial arts (taekwondo and kumdo) and basketball which was used as leverage to keep in ballet. that was something his mother wanted for both of her children, though he never got a reason why. near the end of elementary school his parent’s divorced and his mother remarried a “rich man”. though he was kind he was very distant to him. his sister however took a liling to increases social status she had.

it was during middle school did david and his sister start to grow apart. sneaking out, skipping class, among other things became his sister’s focus. he had an idea of some things but didn’t speak on them since it would lead to an argument. “boring and straight laced” was what she called him, he and to edge to him. the young boy’s concern was to make in on a national team, it didn’t matter the sport. david used his studies as a shield against the chaos around him, not just at home and school, but the city in general. sometimes it felt like a comic with how crime was almost normalized be it in the background or directly involving you. he kept his circle small and hid most information about himself, his image had to be pure for the scouts and his future career.

given the reputation of his father, david knew military enlistment was the next step college or not. now being in the army was a double edge sword. there wasn’t this pressure to perform like say the marines but he was held to a higher standard. sometimes he was afforded privildges like extra time but also more severe punishments for making the same mistake as others. just going for 2 years wasn’t enough, he was expected to stay for 3. not for his own goals or wants but that of his father. it was during this time did david see that he had lived a rather comfortable life compared to others in his unit, but that didn’t mean he didn’t have any issues. the constant question on his mind was “where do i belong?”.  well the military wasn’t the answer, his discharge date couldn’t come soon enough and when it came, he was already in another system. college.

a bit older and wiser, david could fully focus on his studies (again) something he was happy about and rebuild some parts of his past that he couldn’t while serving. while he is aware his parents expect to major in something like medicine or law, he has no interest in either. his duties to his family and country are complete. it’s for david to live for himself. during his 1st year of college his sister got married much to the joy of his parents. his brother-in-law was “well put together” despite being a little off in his manners. it wasn’t until a few months later did his sister reveal she married a vampire along with hints of her planning to become one. their step-dad was willing to overlook all of his since it met more access to money and power however their mom had reservations. knowing her relationship was rocky with her daughter, she asked david to look after her.

this was 1 of the few times in his life he went against his parents wishes. david had a real chance to be a top athlete and having a gang affiliation wouldn’t help. even if he did have access to money and in some ways protection it was too big of a risk. his sister made her choice to get and stay involved, if she did need help he would but only from her directly. not going through with it put distance between the young man and his mom. maybe it was pressure of college, stress, or still trying to answer the question but david had a chance to “be better” and secretly got an enhancement on his eyes. this afforded him the ability to study in any lighting and pick up on details he would other wise miss. his grade improved greatly but the bigger reward was that his physical fitness was fine tuned to the point he could stay at his peak. with his enhancement he could monitor his calorie intake and vitals, adjust his work out plan so his whole body performing at it’s maximum. this offered him some stability as he had something to thrive for and could take his mind off of the less appealing parts of his life.

INTERVIEW QUESTION (PARA SAMPLE): “JUST RUN US THROUGH WHAT HAPPENED THAT NIGHT”. - OFFICER

he was nervous looking at the “window” of the home unsure if there was others on the other side. running his hand through his hair was a ploy to cover his eye and scan for temperature, a rather unused feature of his eyes. he sighed out of relief not “seeing” anyone though he knew to not let his guard down. again the officer repeated their statement. this time he looked at them directly hands under the table quietly toying with the zipper of his jacket, “i was going home from the library but stopped at the store for a drink.” that was true, it was all true. though now he wished he just went straight home. “but you didn’t see the fight?” the officer raised a brow not totally convinced. “no, i wasn’t focused on that. i heard people yelling but didn’t look that’s how you get jumped. it wasn’t my business so i kept going,” he answered. “uh…david, you’re in school right? what do you want to be?” this sad attempt to relate to him. “that’s really irrelevant to why i’m here, shouldn’t you be talking to them or the store owner? i don’t know why i’m here, when i didn’t do anything.” his words had a hint of annoyance, he wasn’t a child. “you are a witness, maybe not a good one but still one regardless. even if your details are…missing. it’s enough with common sense to help confirm the series of events.” the officer replied, “you may go.” he was didn’t need to be told twice with his bag already on his shoulder and made his way out of the station.