#not like i have a preference for which guy i like to do it i just never thought about steve like that before

[trustmypoison]

SVT with an acts of service partner

Requested? Yes!

Request: ‘svt with an act of services s/o? maybe not the most physically affectionate (e.g. giving hugs & kisses), but an attentive and observant partner who always does these sweet acts of services for them like putting a hand on the corner of the furniture to avoid hurting the boys, peeling/cutting foods into smaller parts for them, tying their shoelaces when it gets unsecured and etc. the type that doesn't seem to notice, but notices a lot of things’

This will absolutely become a competition - Seungcheol, DK, Mingyu, Seungkwan

I feel that all of these guys are big acts of service people themselves but might not really know how to take receiving acts of service. So if you do something for him he’ll grumble or whine, not because he’s not appreciative (because he is!!), but because he wants to be able to do all of that and more for you. Like, imagine if you whine about having to wash your hair. He’s leaping at the opportunity to do it for you, but his eyes narrow when you say, “Only if I can wash yours too.” He’ll agree, if only because that’s the trade for getting to take care of you. 

Matches your acts of service without even thinking - Joshua, Wonwoo, Minghao, Vernon

He won’t even notice that the acts of services for you guys get borderline sickening to those around you because it genuinely comes so naturally to both of you. Like, it’s so ingrained in the relationship that it’s almost invisible (which isn’t a bad thing). Whoever gets home first starts dinner. Whoever notices that the other’s favorite clothing item is dirty or wrinkled takes care of it. Whoever’s shoe is untied instantly has it fixed. Whoever has to lean down to get something under the table has their head shielded. This is totally silent and subtle to you guys but glaringly obvious to literally everyone else. 

Absolutely eats this up - Jeonghan, Hoshi

Don’t get me wrong, they’d do their own acts of service for you, but I think they’d simultaneously light up and turn to mush when you do something like this for them. They’re super appreciative of it and are very vocal about it. You always know that your little actions are noticed and totally make his day. I think it would compel him to find ways to make you feel just as loved as he feels, regardless of whatever love language you prefer to receive. 

Might feel a little bad sometimes - Jun, Woozi, Chan

I kind of picture that he’d feel a little bad when you go out of your way to do even the smallest acts of service for him. Like imagine he comes home late from work and he really just can’t wait to crawl into bed with you and sleep - food can wait, shower can wait, even changing clothes can wait. But if you put a hot plate of food in front of him at 2 in the morning because you knew he didn’t get to eat much today, he wouldn’t really know what to do with it sometimes. He might scold and tell you that you should be asleep and that you didn’t have to do all of this, but it’s not genuine anger. He just wants you to take care of yourself the same way you take care of him. 

[konjiang]

Cumplane Library au

Sy was in the Library studying when he saw that PIDW just had a new update, he almost couldn't contain himself and started fuming from anger. Thankful no one else beside the library staff was here right now.

He quickly craft up the most vile and disrespectful review post, and hit send before anyone else even left a comment. Some may say his dedication to hating on Airplane was obsessive and unhealthy, but his hands shake with fury every time he read a new chapter. If he didn't do something, he would probably get sick from the repressed feeling.

After spurring out all his hatred towards Airplane in the post, he resumed studying for his class. Right when he was about to put in his earbuds and to start playing some lofi, he heard a quiet chuckle from behind him. The quiet library staff was staring at him and trying to hide his laughter.

The burning in his face was sure to set the library on fire with how hot he felt. He couldn't believe that someone witness him in his lowest form. He quickly got up and packed his laptop away, planning on dying from embarrassment in the safety of his room.

'This is all that fucking dumb hack author's fault!' He practically ran to the door, but the door wouldn't open now matter how he pulled or pushed. He had no choice to turn around and pretend like nothing happened.

He tried to nonchalantly go back to his seat, but a pair of brown eyes followed his movement. When he crossed over the front desk, the guy abruptly stand up and smiled at him.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to laugh at you like that. It was that you were so funny getting mad at the novel you were reading." He had brown curly hair, dimples on both side of his face, a ponytail, and a innocent looking face. Sy thought that this guy looked exactly like what he thought LBH looked like.

"That door is currently shut because of construction. A lot of people have been trying to open it all day, but they never read the sign I put up." the LBH lookalike sighed, and SY turned his head and saw that there was indeed a piece of paper tape to the door, but in his flustered state, he couldn't bother to read it.

"Oh. Thanks..." Sy mumbled out, this day was getting worse by the second.

"What were you reading?" the innocent looking guy asked. Sy couldn't tell him, he couldn't be the one to ruin this guy's innocent.

"Just some webnovel." SY deflected, wanting this conversation to end already.

"Oh really?" They guy bounced a bit as he leaned forward causing his ponytail to sway slightly, "I like web novels too, which one were you reading?" SY stared at the guy's doe eyes, noting that he was definitely not as tall as LBH, since he was shorter than SY.

'He would look great cosplaying white lotus LBH.' Sy thought, but he didn't want to entertain that idea at all because his brain kindly provided him with all the sex scenes from varies chapters of PIDW.

"It's not really popular, so I don't think you'll like it." Sy stood there in agony when the cute guy looked at him disappointedly.

"Oh...okay. Sorry for bothering you."

'Fuck! Why can't god just strike me down right now.' Sy impulsively ripped out a piece of paper from his binder and wrote down his number.

"Here, I can recommend you some better novel. Just text me your preferences." Sy said coldly, trying to regain his composure.

"Really? Thank you!" The guy excitedly whispered as a group of student walked in. Sy took this chance to blend in with the crowd and leave when the guy was preoccupied with others.

'Ah fuck. If I ever met that dumbass author. I'm beating the shit out of him.'

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As a university library worker, he seen a lot of things throughout his shifts. But he would never expect to find Peerless Cucumber reading the latest chapter in the library. Is it shame on him for posting it when he was working or shame on Cucumber for reading it in a public place.

He type in the phone number and saved it in his phone. His shift was about to end and he could fully plan out how to mess with Cucumber afterwards.

"Luo Binghe, you're free to go."

"Thanks" Luo Binghe, or more infamously known as Airplane, skipped out of the library while humming to himself.

[animeafro]

mha boys x black! reader :3

HOW MHA BOYS WOULD INTERACT WITH YOUR NATURAL HAIR

ꕥ summary: all of the mha boys are (presumably) unfamiliar with black hair, so i thought it'd be fun to headcanon their behavior with a partner who has natural hair!

ꕥ includes: izuku midoriya, shouto todoroki, eijirou kirishima, denki kaminari, katsuki bakugo

ꕥ warnings: slight nsfw for bakugo and kaminari, otherwise just fluff :)

Izuku: 

Is curious about your hair but doesn't wanna ask too many questions for fear of sounding disrespectful, so he conducts his own “research project” by spending hours on YouTube watching natural hair creators and learning how your hair is cared for

He takes notes on the different hair types, determines which kind yours must be, and curates his remaining research based on that

Randomly shows up one day with a bunch of expensive natural hair products that he thinks might work for you since you often complain about how hard your hair is to maintain and how you don’t wanna invest in expensive products that may not work for you

Follows you into the bathroom and convinces you to let him do your wash day for you

It takes some guidance from you (the detangling process is not as easy as they made it look in the videos) but he does great!

You're shocked at how well he managed to define your curls. Your hair damn near looks like you went to a curly salon to get it done!

He even learns how to style his own curls in the process! But you both end up preferring his fluffy hair over defined curls.

Shoto:

Doesn’t mention anything about your hair for a while, but secretly wonders about it

When you talk to Momo and Mina about your routine during a conversation about hair care, his ears perk up. He listens intently, but still doesn’t say anything

The next time he comes over, your hair is in braids. “Your hair is different,” he observes. “Do you like it?” you question. “Yeah, you look… gorgeous. How did you do that?”

His curiosity gets the best of him, and the next 10 minutes is a flurry of questions he's been holding himself back from asking. “So why'd you put it in braids? What's a protective style? How long can you keep them in? How do you wash it? Why do you have to put oil in it?” He can't help but be in awe at how different your hair is from his own

Since he’s so interested, you offer to give him a few temporary braids, just for fun. After scrolling Pinterest for a while for inspiration, you both agree on giving him some cornrows on the top of his head

He is incredibly tender headed. He winces every time you pick up a new piece of hair to add into the braid, even though you’re braiding rather loosely

After you’re done you show him in the mirror, and he falls in love with it. “It looks so cool,” he says. “Can you do it again for me tomorrow?” he beams. how could you say no to that face?

Denki: 

Loves everything about your natural hair

You always have to swat his hands away because he’s constantly reaching up to play with it, saying it feels so soft like a pillow and it’s not fair for you to keep it all to yourself

When you put your hair in long box braids he’s confused as to how it grew so fast, but he just assumes it’s something that black people can do and doesn’t question it. Maybe it has something to do with that “shrinkage” you’re always complaining about…

When he sees you braiding your hair, he insists that you should do his next. He doesn’t care about how his hair is styled nearly as much as he just likes having his hair played with

Gets hard every time you put on your bonnet

Kirishima: 

Tries to convince you to dye it red so that you two can match

Part of your morning routine with him is you both standing in front of the bathroom mirror, him spiking up his hair with ungodly amounts of gel and you working on whatever curly style you’ve chosen for the day

One lazy Saturday, you guys decide it’d be fun to do each other’s hair

Since the gel is available, you decide to try giving him finger waves. His hair is super thick, and on the longer side, so it’s not easy to get the waves right, but eventually you manage to finesse it into a style that looks close enough to finger waves. He won’t know the difference anyway, you think to yourself

Meanwhile, he sculpts your afro into a star shape. He marvels at how your hair can stick up on its own, without any gel. He wishes his hair would do the same so he wouldn’t have to spend so much money on product

When you reveal each other’s hairstyles in the mirror, you both overflow with giggles, admiring one another’s artistic visions

Of course, the session is not complete without a backyard photoshoot!

Bakugo: 

Won’t really ask questions but when you’re in the bathroom, styling your hair with the door open, he’s off to the side, observing with bated curiosity (unbeknownst to you)

He’s always careful not to touch or mess up your hair since he knows how much effort you put into it

That’s why he prefers when your hair is in a protective style– because then you let him pull it

He likes to buy you things for your hair– silk scarves, braid jewelry– he even pays attention to when you’re running out of your favorite products and buys refills for you since he knows you always forget

One day he buys you a pair of hair clips with his signature orange & black explosions on them. Gets a good chuckle when he notices that you’ve been wearing them nearly every day, the other hair pieces lying neglected in your cabinet

But why wouldn't you want to rep your man every day?

POST FORMAT CREDIT TO @rumisgf i haven't figured out how to make pretty posts myself yet lol

[glitchh1337]

I’m baaaaack and with another fan princess!!

Chapter II: The painting

Quick summary of her chapter I: go down without blade, don’t say a single word to both the princess and your voices, and then sit down next to her & admire her like one would a painting until u starve <333

she’s mute and mostly stays still. She’s not super active and prefers to stay in one spot. Won’t be bothered if you decide to leave with or without her or just choose to remain with her again, but she’ll be disappointed if you stab her. She’s like a canvas when you stab her although I don’t imagine her dying just from a stab wound like how a painting isn’t automatically ruined if it has a small-ish hole in it. You’d probably have to slash her completely before the princess is truly slain and you “save the world”. If you take your life like how you do in any other route here you successfully slay the princess, you’ll get Chapter III: The Sketch… which I have just now thought of and have no info on.

I have her cabin too!! Def based off of cubist art style and Picasso, but more as an inspiration than a reference

Sadly I don’t have a voice counterpart for her yet 😔 I don’t know whether to lean towards excited artist wanting to learn how to draw certain things through observation or that one guy that is way too serious when going to the art museum and admires each art piece for way too long

Also heavily fixating on my own ocs so this blog might turn into a multi fandom blog… except the other fandom is of my ocverse that has a max of like.. 2-4 people in it, including me

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

Dream a little dream

Written for the Kissing Booth bonus card of the @steddiebingo and for the February round of the @stmonstercalendar Prompts: Lust | Incubus Ship: Steve/Eddie Rated: E Tags: Sex dream (or is it???); Top Steve; Bottom Eddie; Implied mind control; Dubious consent; Blow jobs; Anal sex; Body modification

Eddie has been having this dream a lot lately - finding out you'll be trapped in this shithole of a school for another year will do this to a guy, he guesses. Almost every night, he finds himself back in the deserted halls of Hawkins High, taking twists and turns and bends in his search for the exit. It's no use. Every time he rounds a bend, another empty corridor stretches out before him, leading him ever deeper into the maze. 

The worst part is that he isn't alone. 

He has never seen it. Every time he looks over his shoulder, there's only rows upon rows of lockers and classroom doors behind him. Still, he knows that it is there, with that weird, inexplicable certainty you only get in dreams. Stalking him. Watching him. Getting closer. 

Except tonight, it is different. Tonight it isn't following him. 

Tonight, it is calling to him. 

It's nothing audible. No disembodied voice floating through the neon-lit corridors whispering his name. It's a tingle and thrum in his very blood, an irresistible pull behind his navel. Like a higher force is controlling his steps, luring him closer and closer to where it wants him. He's powerless to stop it. 

Invisible strings guide him to one of the doors lining the walls. He has never walked through any of the doors before, and somewhere in the back of his mind, something wails in alarm, warning him to stop, to turn back while he still can. His steps falter, briefly, but then the thing in his abdomen lurches and his hand pushes the doorknob. 

The air inside is warm and humid, smelling of sweat and cheap shampoo. The locker rooms, he thinks. Some distant part of him wonders how the hell he got here, but that is dreams for you, he guesses. They tend to warp the laws of time and space.

Which is also why he is only mildly surprised to discover he's no longer alone. 

Steve Harrington is lounging on one of the wooden benches in front of, haughty and confident as if it were a throne. 

“There you are,” he rumbles, low and pleased. “Took you long enough.”

Eddie opens his mouth to ask what the hell he's doing here - unlike him, Steve has graduated, he has no reason to be haunting this place - but then those pink lips curl into a smile, and a graceful hand beckons him closer, and he forgets to wonder about it. It's fine. It's just a dream. 

“That's right, baby,” Steve murmurs, gently taking him by the shoulders and guiding him down to the floor. Somehow, Eddie only realizes that they are both naked when his bare knees hit the cold tiles and he catches sight of Steve's hard, flushed cock right in front of his face. Was he naked all this time? He doesn’t remember. “Don't worry about it. Don't worry about a thing. You've been wanting this, haven't you?” 

It's true. He's been lusting after Steve for years. Has imagined in the quiet of his dark room, with his hand wrapped around himself, what it would feel that perfect mouth wrapped around him. What it would be like to have the King bucking and writhing under him, moaning and whimpering and begging to be fucked. 

“Wouldn't you love to know?” Steve smiles down at him. “I'll have to disappoint you. I prefer being the one who does the fucking. You don't mind, do you?” 

Eddie can't say he does. Not when Steve’s hand slipping into his hair to cup the back of his head feels like it belongs there. Not when the weight of Steve’s cock settling warm and heavy on his tongue feels like something slotting into place. 

It’s a large cock, longer and thicker than any Eddie has ever seen before, and when it hits the back of his throat, he tries to pull off, afraid that he'll gag. Steve makes a low shushing sound and keeps him in place with the hand tangled in his hair, fingers scratching soothingly over his scalp, and after a second of panicked flailing, he realizes that it's actually okay. His sound of surprise turns into a muffled whine, and above him, Steve chuckles fondly. Then, with gentle pressure, he starts to guide him into a rhythm, picking up speed as they go. Soon, Eddie’s head is bobbing up and down in his lap, drool running down his chin as he fucks his own throat on Steve’s cock. 

“So very good, baby,” Steve praises. His voice is a raspy, sultry thrum that vibrates right into Eddie’s abdomen. “Knew you’d be a natural at this. Now c’mere.” 

As Steve pulls him up into his lap, Eddie wastes a brief moment wondering how he's supposed to take that huge cock without any preparation. But then Steve is lining himself up, and he realizes that he's already lubed and stretched wide open, clenching uselessly at thin air as he waits to be filled. As if he’d been waiting for this for hours.  

“Look at you,” Steve murmurs, hands settling on his hips as he pushes past his rim, then bottoms out in one swift movement. His eyes are hungry as he watches Eddie’s face go slack, and so intense they seem to be glowing gold in the light of the neon bulbs overhead. “So eager to take me. Like you were made for this. Feel good, honey?” 

The only reply Eddie manages is a wanton moan. He feels obscenely full, stretched wide open around the girth of Steve’s cock, stuffed so completely that every little movement and twitch of his hips makes white-hot sparks of pleasure erupt at the base of his spine. His hands have found Steve's upper arms, nails digging into skin hard enough to leave angry red welts as he starts bouncing up and down on Steve’s cock. 

“Of course it does,” Steve hums, one hand reaching out to thumb at Eddie’s leaking slit. “We're going to have so much fun, you and I. God, you’re more eager than any of the girls I've had. Maybe I should give you a pussy next time. Wonder what that would feel like. Would you like it?” 

Eddie arches his back, trying to buck into Steve’s hand, and whimpers. Of course he'd like that. He'll love anything Steve wants to do to him, and still beg him for more when they're done.

“Good boy,” Steve murmurs. His eyes are swirling, liquid gold, his voice is an electric current in Eddie’s blood. “You’re gonna be perfect, I can tell already. Go ahead now, come for me.” 

Eddie shatters apart, like Steve's permission was all that was holding him back. Maybe it was. 

And if he wakes with Steve’s name on his lips and his hand shoved down his pajama pants, fingers and belly slick with his own relief? And if he comes a second time that night, with three fingers shoved inside himself, pretending they're Steve’s cock? 

That's okay. It's just a fantasy. 

And if Steve catches his eye and smiles the next time he picks up the kids from Hellfire, eyes uncannily bright in the musty drama room? And if there's a trail of half-healed scratch marks poking out from the sleeves of his polo?

He doesn’t worry about it. 

Dreams are weird like that. 

He cannot wait for the next one. 

More Steddie Bingo More Monsters

[midnight-mourning]

(Mostly) Happy Accidents

💘💘Midnight's DCA Valentine's Day 3💘💘

Silly little fluffy thing for you all, as someone allergic to red dye (to a point, it's a 50/50 chance whether i'll break out in hives or not so I usually just avoid it to be safe) it resonated when it came to valentine's candy/sweets, hope you enjoy!

Prompt: The boys know about the tradition of Valentine's candy and get some for Y/N, not knowing they were allergic to one of the ingredients in the candy. Apologies and appreciation for attempting to get Y/N a gift obviously follow

Word Count: 1425

Read here if you prefer ao3!

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Sun seems almost too excited when the last child exits the Daycare for the day. Practically buzzing beside you as you wave goodbye and shut the door. 

Maybe it was just for clean up, considering you had so much to do today in particular. It was Valentine's after all. And as with every holiday, the attendant simply had to go all out for it. Which, while pretty, would be a laborious process to tidy up. 

So when you turn around to discuss it with him, and see his hands filled with a giant heart-shaped box, you were quite surprised. 

"Happy Valentine's day, Sunbeam! We got this just for you!" Sun tilts his head, rays spinning quickly. 

Your eyes widen, starting to smile. "Oh! You didn't guys didn't have to do that. But I appreciate it! Thank you, really." 

You take the box and open it up. Inside, they're all sorts of different sweets, all different shapes and with different patterns. You don't even know where to begin. You pick one at random and pop it into your mouth, chewing as you listen to Sun speak again. 

"Of course we did! How else are we supposed to show how much we care about you? On the most important day to do it, no less." He chuckles. 

Your face starts to warm up, and you swallow. "Y-yeah? You um, mean that?"

"Wouldn't say it if I didn't, Sweetheart." Sun boops your nose, giggling. 

It just serves to fluster you further, so to stop yourself from saying anything by downing another chocolate. 

Sun continues chatting, his excitement truly coming to light now. "We were really nervous about finding something you'd like, we spent ages trying to make sure we found something that had all your favorite flavors, to show you how much we care, because we do, a lot..."

As he talks, you realize the burning on your face isn't getting any better, but now notice that it's not from being embarrassed. The warmth is also traveling down your neck and chest, accompanied by an all too familiar itching sensation. You feel that same to desire to scratch at your currently covered arms.Your throat is tight, but not horrible, thankfully.

When you think to look at the half-bite you've taken out of the chocolate in your hand, and see the hot pink-colored filling, it basically confirms what you thought had happened. 

You keep your calm though, still trying to listen as the playtime attendant keeps going. "—And then came the matter of actually getting it! We couldn't ask for help because that would ruin the surprise, and we were also afraid someone would tell us we couldn't get you something, and that wouldn't do! So imagine our delight when Officer Ryan left his wallet in the break room. We just quickly borrowed the card and put it right back, don't worry! He didn't even notice—" He stops all of the sudden, tone falling. "Is everything okay, Starshine?"

You jump, realizing you're scratching at your neck now. "Um, sort of? Do you happen to know if any of these have red dye in them?"

"Red dye? Of course they don't, Sunbeam, it says right here in your file that you're allergic we would never—forget... something, like, that..." Sun freezes in that moment, staring out into space as realization seems to kick him straight in the gut. 

You put your hands up. "It's okay, it's okay. I just need a benadryl and I'll be fine-Woah!"

Sun scoops you up, hurriedly rushing over to the desk with you in his arms. With his free hand he starts frantically looking for something. 

"Not good, not good, not good! Oh, I'm so so so sorry Star! We should have paid more attention, we just got so caught up in finding you something perfect and now—" He shakes his head, growing more panicked. 

You try to diffuse the situation before he short circuits or something. "Sunny, it's fine, I promise. It's just a mild allergy. I'll be okay, really." You don't tell him how desperately you want him to set you down so you can scratch your arms off, as you think that'll only worsen the situation. 

Your words don't register, he can't seem to hear you as he searches through the medical bag, suddenly ripping his hand from inside to pull out an epi pen. And before you can protest, he's setting you on the desk and jabbing it into your thigh. 

You yelp, and he immediately relaxes. For the most part. As his posture sags, face downturned, he speaks again, dejected. "Please forgive us. We're so sorry. Had we been paying attention this never would have happened."

"Sunny, it's okay. It was a mistake." You set a hand on his shoulder, he flinches at your touch. 

Suddenly he looks up, anger in his tone, though not at you, you quickly realize. "But we hurt you! How can you be so calm about this!?"

"Because it's a minor allergy, silly bot." You cup his face with both hands as his rays flit about. "Do you have any idea how many things have red dye in them? Especially Valentine's candy? I've probably had to take an antihistamine like four times this week already."

You ignore his wide-eyed stare at your statement in favor of pressing your lips to his smile for a moment. "It's my fault for not checking beforehand, not yours. You were just trying to be nice and do something sweet for me. And I appreciate that more than anything. Really, I do. I'm… flattered, honestly." You mumble the last bit, looking away as you comprehend what you just did. 

A hand on your cheek makes you glance back to him, eyes now lidded and tone syrupy. "We're glad..." He shakes his head. "But, still. It won't happen again! Now come on, what you need is proper rest and relaxation!"

Again you're picked up, carried away to be sat in the attendant's lap in a bean bag, blanket suddenly covering you both and a couple of coloring books and crayons appearing out of nowhere. 

"Don't you worry, we'll think up an even better gift to give you before the day is over! I promise!" Sun says as he gets to work on coloring. 

You pause to register everything that just happened, then chuckle, shaking your head. "Okay, but really, it's alright. This is just as thoughtful, you know. But we'll have to clean at some point, don't forget."

Sun hums, and he's so focused you think he only half hears you. You laugh again, and snuggle back into him to get started yourself. As his free hand slings round your waist you feel yourself start to burn up all over again. 

The rest of the afternoon is filled with similar activities, neither attendant letting up at all about 'making it up to you' despite your insistence that you were okay. 

You didn't mind in the slightest though, now snuggled in Moon's arms as you both sit reading. 

"As horrible as it sounds I'm kinda glad you bought those chocolates." You glance up to him, small smile on your face. "I don't think things would've ended up this way if you hadn't."

Moon tsks, though his eyes hold a certain cheekiness. "Maybe not, but that doesn't mean we'll ever be letting it happen again. There are much better ways to end up with you in my arms." He flicks your forehead and you huff. Only to be silenced by a brief peck to your lips. 

He holds something up for you then, and taking a moment to focus you see it's a bundle of paper roses. Looking closer you see some are made from coloring pages, and others from Moon's book. 

"We have plenty of more books of all kinds before you worry. And it was the least we could do considering what happened earlier."

You take the bundle, admiring the detail in each folded piece of paper. "They're lovely. Truly. Thank you both." You twist again to kiss his cheek, then go back to fawning over your present, warm smile on your lips. 

"Once we get ahold of Officer Ryan's credit card again we'll be sure to get you something better, I promise." Moon presses a kiss to the top of your head, and picks up his book once more. 

You pause then. "I, let's not do that—you didn't think to save it?"

"We did. But just inputting it directly isn't nearly as thrilling." He snickers. 

"Moon!" 

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Thank you for the request @dangerva! I enjoyed writing the sillies panicking (just a little bit) hehe

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[delight-angelsbliss]

Don't you notice how I get quiet when there's no one else around?

Heh I wanted to post this sooner but here we are

welcome to my February valentines special that will go on for the full duration of February!!

You may choose a prompt and Character from my list and request<3 this is actually my first ever special/event I'm doing lol S1 prompts from 1 - 11 are by @/novelbear they're really cool and have amazing prompts (^-^) there also inconsistent small and large texts so it's actually readable cuz it gets cut off sometimes lol!! I'd also recommend that when requesting u say which Season ur prompt is from for example "S1 nr 4 with ___" u can also request up to 3 prompts in one! I'll try my best to use it all<3 everything can be requested as platonic!! Edit: can you guys please specify gender and if it should be hcs or not? As much information as possible would be nice and helps alot

S1 Cute scenarios<3

Spending all day watching cute crafts and baking to do

Rom com marathon!!

Trying (and maybe) failing to make food heart shaped

Realizing you both have contrasting views on valentines

"Baby, I love you, really, but if I eat one more piece of chocolate I'll throw up"

Making the same reservations at the same time but different restaurants and/or the same one

"I thought you'd at least ask me to be my valentines" "we've been together for years, I thought that was a given"

Both not caring much abt valentines but get dragged to a double date by friends

"How much did this cost?" "Does that really matter?"

Spending the night walking through the city silently

Begging your partner to get matching sweaters until they say yes

Buying couple shirts and deciding the whole day which one to wear that u completely forgot ur date

Not leaving bed at all

Going to the carnival

Double dates

Confessing with a love letter

first kiss together on your first valentines

getting proposed on valentines

Picking grapes together

Making heart cake pops and eating them but they fall down

"I think I deserve a kiss"

"You didn't have to do all of this!" "Yeah, which is why I did it for you"

"I wish everyday could be like this"

"Is it just me or do your lips look softer than usual?"

"We don't have to go out"

"I can never get enough of of how pretty you look"

Ordering in and watching crime action series

"You remembered?" "Of course I did, I love you"

Trying to do pilates together only to fail miserably

Writing a love letter only to throw it away but they find it

S2 Yandere scenarios!:

"I just got some very wise advice from a wise woman..." U can ask more abt this btw and I'll explain a bit more what I mean with this

"Gosh, you smell so good when we cuddle like this"

"Do you think I enjoy punishing you?! I don't!"

"Tell me how much you love me"

"I'm jealous of the way you are happy with them but not me"

"This world is a ugly place, you're too beautiful for it"

"I know I'm sick in the head, but you'll be my cure"

"I love it when we're so close together like this"

"Of course I'm jealous! You're mine, not theirs!"

"Dont you get it? I would die for you if you asked me to"

"Your skin is so soft"

"I just love the last souvenir of your eye so much that I'd like the other one please"

"I could kill you if I wanted to"

"I live for you, you're like my oxygen"

"If you run, I'll break your legs"

જ⁀➴ ♡ Matchups

I actually do match ups which isn't really known cuz it's in my rules and dni lol but I do make matchups in case anyone wants one<3 this was added on 20:37 on 4th of February which is a bit later than this was posted

For a match up I need as much information as possible it's also allowed in a platonic form

If there's a preferred age range and gender

Hobbies

Likes

Dislikes

Special interests

And more would be needed (^-^)

[imholtorf]

Sub-Level 50 - babybee au

for @yuukirita

Orion Pax and D-16 were brought to sub-level 50 as they meet baby bee for the first time.

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Darkwing is holding both Orion and D-16 as he flies down passing several sub-levels until he stopped and throws them into the room of the sub-level "Wait, wait, wait, you don't understand! We were supposed to go Sentinel Prime's service spot" D-16 protested "You two dolts aren't going to see anyone ever again! I'll make of that!" Darkwing retorted as he flies up and the doors closed.

"You're making a mistake, ask Sentinel!" Dee added "Ugh, I hate that guy" Orion grumbled. The mechs turned around and look at the room they're in; garbage is falling down from the chute, landed on the conveyor belt, and heading towards the furnace.

Suddenly, they spotted a tiny yellow cybertronian and he spotted them in return "Am I seeing what I think I'm seeing?" he wondered as he approaches them as Orion and Dee got startled as they shuffled themselves away from him as their backs are against the doors.

"You're like me...you're like me! Hi! I'm B-127, or Bee, or Badassatron!!! Why are you so much taller than me?" the tiny cybertronian exclaimed, but Orion and Dee answer as they couldn't believe their optics "Is that a--" Orion said "sparkling?" Dee finished his sentence. "What's a sparkling?" the sparkling asked.

"We should be asking you something, like: how did you get down here?" Dee replied "I don't know" Bee retorted "What do you mean you don't know?" Orion added "I mean I woke up in here" Bee said "You mean you've been down here when you came online" Orion stated "Yes" Bee answered "And exactly where is here?" Dee added "Sub-Level 50" Bee replied "50? but, there only 40 sub-levels" D-16 stated.

"If that's whatchu thought then they must've got 10 more down here" Bee added "Then how come none of us aren't informed about this?" Orion asked "Maybe, they're scary?" Bee suggested "Oh, what are your names?" he asked "I'm Orion Pax and this is D-16" Orion said.

"Okay, now with that clear. How do we get out of here?" D-16 asked "Ummm...you don't?" Bee guessed "We don't" Dee replied "Well, we have limited access to the waste management. But, the bot in charge does not like distractions. They prefer we stay here on the task at hand" Bee explained.

"Which is?" Orion asked "Oh, the junk stuff comes from the tunnel there onto the moving thingy" Bee explained "You mean the chute and conveyor belt?" Orion added "Um, yeah. Anyway, we have to look for anything might be worth useable before it hits the flames and gets melted" Bee finished.

"So, you watch garbage burn?" Dee stated "Yes! It is so great that you're here now. I can't wait to learn everything about you and then tell you everything about me. I've always wanted have some real friends!" Bee exclaimed "Uh, yeah we love--" Orion acknowledge as he and D-16 were holding themselves back as they found Bee's excitement adorable.

[guardian-of-da-gay]

"Love you!"

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For @year-of-the-echidna's Prompt 4: Love

tw for language barriers, accidental voyeurism

“Okay, I’ll talk to you later, love you.”

Sonic’s Donut Lord said it when he left that first morning.  The hedgehog’s home had been badly damaged by Robotnik’s giant robot and the Lord of Donuts, as one of the protectors of this realm, was needed to defend the traffic detours left in the wake of destruction.

Knuckles understood all that.  Or… most of it anyway.  But he was less sure of the human’s words.  He knew better than to ask though.  In his experience, when people knew you didn’t fully understand their language, they would take advantage.  He did not know these Wachowskis very well yet, he would keep his confusion to himself.

For now, ‘love you’ was a form of ‘goodbye’.

His suspicion was confirmed later that day when the ‘pretzel’ woman was called to her duty as a healer of animals.

“I’ll be back in a couple hours.  I love you.”

Sonic had ducked and glanced at Knuckles and the fox.  Knuckles did not understand the meaning of this look.  He observed closely as Sonic looked to the matron of clan Wachowski and said a quick: “Yeah… love you, too.”

Definitely a form of farewell, but just in case he was wrong, Knuckles would not use it himself.

*

The next time Knuckles heard the word he felt a little more comfortable with this strange new tribe.  The hedgehog was eager to explain things and share parts of his world with both Knuckles and the fox.  They even taught him to play their pointless game ‘base of ball’, which Knuckles won, of course.  Afterward, they introduced him to an Earth delicacy: ice cream with sprinkles.

“I love mint!”  Tails exclaimed.

Hm.  That wasn’t how you used that word.

The Pretzel Woman smiled at the Lord of Donuts while he rolled his eyes.  “I love mint too!”  She said.

Ah.  Perhaps that was how you used that word.  It was… some sort of preference?  Was it just a similar sounding word to the ‘goodbye’ word?

“Tom thinks it tastes like toothpaste,” the Pretzel Woman said in a whisper far too loud for the Donut Lord not to hear.

Tooth paste?

“Hey, to each their own,” the Lord of Donuts shrugged his shoulders.  “You guys enjoy your toothpaste ice cream.  It leaves more moose tracks for me and Sonic!”

Moose tracks?

“What kind do you want, Knuckles?”  The Pretzel Woman asked.  “We have plain vanilla too if you want.”

Knuckles hesitated.  ‘Moose tracks’ did not sound appetizing, even if there were these magical ‘sprinkles’ involved.  The pasted teeth ice cream sounded equally baffling and unappealing.  If only there were a grape kind!  But Sonic had already told him that ice cream did not have grapes in it.

“I will have the ‘plain vanilla’,” he said.  “With sprinkles.”

‘Plain vanilla’ was not so bad, but he was disappointed to find that sprinkles tasted like nothing but crunchiness.  Grapes would have been far better.

*

“Trust me, Knuckles, I get it,” Sonic said.  “I used to love watching people.  Tails too.  But you don’t watch people in the shower.”

So ‘love’ meant ‘enjoy’ too?  It seemed to be quite a versatile word.  Unless there was some subtle nuance in pronunciation that Knuckles was missing.  It wouldn't be the first time.  Regardless: “I wasn’t watching anyone!”  Knuckles said, thoroughly confused.  “You told me to retrieve the Pretzel Woman’s permission.”

“Yeah, but she was in the shower.  Like… not wearing anything?  That’s private.”

Knuckles disagreed.  His people had always bathed communally, but even if that weren’t the case… “Sonic,” Knuckles looked at him, deeply unimpressed.  “I don’t wear anything.  You don’t wear anything.”

“Okay, fair!  But humans are different.  They need clothes to hide their… business.”

“Business?  What business?”

“It’s an expression!  Nevermind!  The point is you don’t go into the bathroom without knocking and if you hear the shower running, just turn around and wait.”

“I was waiting.”

“Outside.”

Knuckles sighed.  Humans certainly had plenty of nuance to their culture.  Why should their language be any different?

*

“Mads, could you get my car started so I won’t freeze when it’s time to go?”  The Lord of Donuts reclined on the couch with the Wachowski’s golden wolf.

The Pretzel Woman poked her head in the room, her arms full of their dirtied breakfast plates.  “You want me to start your car so you can be warm on the way to your job?”

“I can’t.  I’m trapped.”  The Donut Lord pointed to where the wolf’s head lay in his lap.  Knuckles knew from experience that the wolf was not that heavy, the Donut Lord should have been able to free himself.

The Pretzel Woman rolled her eyes, but she was smiling.  She set down the plates and made for the back door.

“I love you,” the Donut Lord called after her.

“I know!”  She called back.

Knuckles was doubly confused.  That made it sound like ‘love’ was a term of gratitude.  This language was so tricky!

But he had no time to dwell on it.  The weakling Lord of Donuts needed rescuing from the wolf.

*

“Oh my God!”  Sonic nearly collapsed with laughter.

Knuckles tried not to bristle in anger.  He didn’t know what was so funny.  The fox had merely spoken the truth and yet Sonic was laughing so hard at him!  Knuckles clenched his fists.  He felt a strange urge to defend the Tails’ honor.

“Man, Tails, I love you!  Never change.”

Knuckles frowned.  Sonic was laughing, but ‘never change’ seemed to be a compliment.  And he’d said ‘I love you', which either meant ‘goodbye’, ‘prefer’, or ‘thank you’.  Tails, at least, didn’t seem offended.  He beamed with pleasure, his tails twitching.

Knuckles was no closer to uncovering what ‘love’ meant.  But it seemed at least to be a good thing.

*

Tom looked very pale lying on his hospital bed.  They’d been reassured that he would survive his wounds, but it had still taken a long time for Sonic and Tails to fall asleep.  They lay curled together on a chair against the wall.

Maddie was in the hallway, speaking on the phone with Tom’s mother.  It seemed when one of the tribe was injured, many people had to be informed.  The concept was foreign to Knuckles.  In the echidna tribe, information never needed a far reach; there simply weren’t enough of them.  Everyone was usually there when an injury occurred.  But Maddie had called Tom’s mother and her own sister.  Then she’d been called by Tom’s brothers, one by one.  She’d pulled Sonic aside to speak with him, then Tails.  Everyone had spoken with her but Knuckles, so he wasn’t surprised when she finally called him out of the quiet hospital room.

Knuckles could not see them, but he knew there were G.U.N. agents guarding the doors at the end of the hall.  They would be escorted back to Green Hills once Tom was well enough to travel.  For now, at least, the hallway was empty except for a few chairs set against the walls and some scattered plastic plants.

Maddie sat in one of the hallway chairs, looking very tired.  “Hey honey,” she started.  “Sorry I haven’t had a chance to talk to you yet.”

Knuckles stood at attention before her.  “What did you wish to speak of?”  He asked.  Was she thinking, as he was, of their tribe’s security?  About the Master Emerald?  Who would lead the tribe now that the Lord of Donuts had been struck low?  How their wolf was coping without them back in Green Hills?

“Sonic told me about what happened,” Maddie said.

Knuckles’ shoulders slumped.  Oh.  That was none of those things.

“I just wanted to say I think you handled yourself really well.  I know it must have been hard, everything with Sonic…”  She trailed off, an expression crossing her face and then vanishing just as quickly.  She shook her head slightly before refocusing on Knuckles.  “Tails said you were really mature and looked after him.  I’m just really happy with how much you’ve grown.  You’re a good big brother and… I’m really proud of you.”

“Oh.”  Well, Knuckles really didn’t know what to say to that.  He toyed with the cuff of his gloves.

Maddie slid off the chair, reaching for him.  Her hugs were not quick things like Sonic’s.  Knuckles always knew when a Pretzel Woman hug was coming.  He knew that if he backed away or tensed, her arms would drop and she would change the subject, but he did neither.  He let her long arms wrap around him.  Knuckles was an echidna warrior, but Maddie’s arms made him feel so small.  Like he was a child again.

Her cheek pressed against his head.  Knuckles honored this bold display of trust by holding still.  The wrong move could prick her thin skin.

“I love you,” she said, carefully stroking the back of his head.

“You’re welcome,” Knuckles replied.  Hugs made him feel… unbalanced.  In a way that was very nice but almost overwhelming.  Just before it felt like too much, she pulled away.

She had a soft smile on her face.  “‘You’re welcome’?”  She asked.

Knuckles was still reeling from the hug, so he answered honestly, even if it made him look silly.  “‘I love you’ is an expression of gratitude.”

“What?”

Her tone was amused, but she managed to make it sound like she wasn’t laughing at him, so he continued:  “When Tom started the car for you, you said ‘I love you’.  It is a form of ‘thanks’, isn’t it?”

A shadow flickered across Maddie’s expression.  “No… Do you really not know what ‘I love you’ means?”

Knuckles’ shoulders tensed slightly.  Had he mis-stepped?  “That word gets used a lot.  I’m not familiar with it.”

“Oh.”  Maddie had that look on her face that she got sometimes when Knuckles told her things about his past.  He didn’t like it.  He thought he would rather not say anything than have her make that face.

“Love is like…”  Her eyes flit around, searching for inspiration.  “It can mean something that you like a lot.  Like: I love cake.  I just like cake a lot.  But it can also mean something beyond like.  It’s a feeling.  Like how married people feel toward each other?  Or how parents feel towards their kids and their kids toward them?  You know?  I love you and that means I want you to be happy and safe and always a part of my life.”

“So it is like… a deep affection?”

“Yes!”  She smiled warmly.

“Like… “  Knuckles sought for an example, and said the first that came to mind: “A mother and son?”

“Yes!  So… I feel love for Tom and Tom loves me and we feel love for you and Sonic and Tails.”

Knuckles nodded.  “I understand!”  He thought over all the times he had heard the word and found that, yes, it made sense that they were expressing affection for each other.  Or for pasted teeth ice cream.  Tails did really like that tooth paste flavor.

Maddie was watching him with a strange expression.

“What?”

“It’s… It’s nothing,” she said casually.  “Just… didn’t you hear that word before?  You know… like from your tribe?  Or… your father?”

What a strange question!  But perhaps Knuckles had done too good a job with his English.  “My people did not speak the same language as you,” he said.  Judging by the surprise that crossed her expression, he was correct.  He’d successfully fooled at least one of the Wachowskis into thinking their language was his first.  The thought didn’t leave him as glad as it once might have.  Instead, he felt the need to elaborate:  “Father used different words.  I have not heard ‘love’ before coming here.”

“Oh.”  Now a series of expressions crossed Maddie’s face.  Relief and sorrow and pity and resolve.  She shook her head minutely.  “What did your dad say?”

Knuckles tipped his head in confusion.  His father said many things.

“I mean, what words did he use to express affection?”

“The echidna words?”  No one had ever asked him for echidna words.  None had even asked for his echidna name.

But here Maddie was, a soft smile growing on her face.  “Yeah.  How do you say ‘I love you’ in echidna?”

It had been so long since Knuckles had heard or spoken his native language aloud, a part of him feared his tongue would forget how to form the words.  But when he opened his mouth, the words came back to him, old and familiar like a long-lost friend:  “T’onga ahau tekoe.”

He saw something almost like fear enter Maddie’s eyes, but she bravely took on the challenge: “Ton-guh ah-how tay-kway?”  She smiled like she was apologizing.  Which was appropriate.

“You just said ‘You are a mouldy pouch’.”

Maddie burst out laughing, then clapped her hands over her mouth.  Her eyes flicked to the open door, beyond which, the rest of their tribe lay sleeping.  “Sorry,” she said in a softer voice.  “Tell me again, I’ll get it.”

Knuckles repeated it for her and she tried again.  Again, she fumbled the words.  She insisted Knuckles help her to say it.  Knuckles obliged in large part because it was sort of amusing listening to all the nonsense she said while she stumbled over the words.  Eventually she was able to say it, albeit in a very stilted robotic tone with a powerful accent, but she said it:

“T’onga ahau tekoe, Knuckles.”

Knuckles smiled, his face warm beneath his fur.  “T’onga ahau tekoena, matem,” he replied.

“Wha-wha-what!”  Maddie held up a finger.  “What was that last part?  You didn’t teach me that last part!”

Knuckles looked away.  It was easier to say things in his own language.  He was too embarrassed to repeat it in English.  Instead he waved a hand.  “A lesson for another day.”

Maddie seemed unsatisfied, but she let it slide.  Curious, but not forceful.  She’d let him open up in his own time.  That was something Knuckles loved about his new matem.

[megwritesriddles]

I. Would. LOVE. NSFW head cannons for Elliot (SDV) if you have the time!! 💕💕💕 I just romanced him for the first time and adore him.

MDNI 18+

thank you sm for the request!! I hope you like it!! loooove Elliott but only romanced him for the first time recently too so hopefully I got a good enough grasp on him!!! (´ ω `♡)

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Definitely a super ‘old-fashioned’ romantic type

He likes to light candles and scatter rose petals whenever he wants to make love to you

He never calls it sex or fucking, it’s ‘making love’ or ‘carnal pleasure’ or a myriad of other flowery euphemisms he comes up with

I imagine he often pours you a drink beforehand, wine or champagne (some nice homemade juice if you don’t drink alcohol), enough to make you feel nice and loose but never enough to impair your consent

Will always take time to admire your appearance, even while inside you, waxing lyrical about your beauty

Such a rambler! He is constantly talking to you during sex, praising you, admiring your beauty, telling how good you feel around him, how good you taste

(I feel like he would sometimes say something so poetic that he’d want to stop and quickly go write it down, but after you got annoyed with him the first time he did it, he decides pleasing you is more important than his writing)

Loves to tuck your hair behind your ear or push it from your face.

“Eyes on me, darling, show me all the pleasure you’re feeling,”

He’d totally be a missionary guy, but then I feel he’d also be up to try out some very out there positions if he comes across them in his reading

Finds you irresistible, always admiring and touching

So! Many! Erotic poems and letters! Like so many… seriously…

He would definitely send you a normal love letter and include an obscene line right at the end to mess with you

“All in all, I am looking forward to the upcoming Egg Festival! I cannot wait to bury myself between your immaculate thighs once more and feast until the sun rises in the east, your pleasure is my sole reason for being, the ultimate balm to my weary soul. Write back as soon as you can, my dear, I am dying to know how you have been!”

You are the muse for all of his works, he has mostly been writing erotic romance since the two of you began dating

If he’s trying to figure out how to write a scene, he will just get you to re-enact it with him… and then once again because he forgot that he was meant to be making mental notes the first time

He’s very passionate, often sweeping you off your feet with romantic gestures, suddenly overtaken with a ravenous need for you which may lead you to secluded corners or behind trees in the forest

Although he prefers to set up a romantic atmosphere, these 'rendezvous' are something he craves from time to time

Some nights he has you sit between his legs, his fingers buried inside you as he reads an erotic novel aloud over your shoulder, matching the movement of his fingers to the action in the novel

Definitely has such a sexy deep voice he puts on when he reads to you

Lots and lots of kissing! on your lips and butterfly kisses all over your body

Definitely loves it when you run your hands through his hair

Whispers sweet nothings to you in public

“I can’t help but remember how divine you looked beneath me last night,”

“I do so love it when you bite your lip, my darling,”

Would definitely love to see you in luxurious clothing or lingerie

A big fan of perfumes, always notices the moment you try a new one

A lovely scent on your skin could easily be enough to arouse him

He is all about beauty and sensuality and the experience of it all

The smells, the tastes, the sounds, the sights!

Definitely would love to listen to soft music while you make love 

Or the sounds of the rain or the ocean while you are safely indoors and warm in each other’s embrace

Would enjoy tracing your body with a feather, caressing the curves and plains reverently

So much hyperbole and melodrama! You are a goddess, he would move the earth for you, no one has ever been so alluring as you! But he completely means every word

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[indieyuugure]

Hola, Indie! Espero que estés bien ☺️. Tengo una pregunta: cuánto tiempo te toma hacer los comics que responden las preguntas de tus fans y los "cortos" (como el que Leo fue envenenado por el beso de Karai, y el de Rapha buscando regalos de Navidad con Casey)?

Lo menciono porque hace un mes o dos puse preguntas para Splinter y Donnie y hace poco mandé uno en cómo reaccionarían las tortugas y Splinter cuando Abril comenzará a salir con Casey por su relación de hermanos y padre e hija, pero tal vez no fueron tan interesantes como para dibujarlos o comentar de ello.

No me molesta ni nada eso! Solo lo menciono 😅.

Hasta hace unas semanas te iba a preguntar cómo te organizas al hacer comics por semana ya que supe que lo hacías por tu cuenta, pero vi tu publicación de tu decisión de dos semanas (un sábado no y el otro si) y respetaré tu decisión ya que te ha ayudado descansar.

Translation from Spanish:

“Hey Indie! Hope you're doing well ☺️. I have a question: how long does it take you to do the comics that answer your fans' questions and the "short" ones (like the one where Leo was poisoned by Karai's kiss, and the one where Rapha was looking for Christmas presents with Casey)? I mention this because a month or two ago I put up questions for Splinter and Donnie and recently I sent one about how the turtles and Splinter would react when April starts dating Casey because of their brother-sister and father-daughter relationship, but maybe they weren't interesting enough to draw or comment on. It doesn't bother me or anything! I'm just mentioning it 😅. Until a few weeks ago I was going to ask you how you organize yourself when making comics per week since I knew you did it on your own, but I saw your post about your decision of two weeks (one Saturday no and the other yes) and I will respect your decision since it has helped you rest.”

I’m doing good!

Honestly depends, I can usually do those in about a day or so, but I’ve done some that take more like 2-3 days (like the one with Leo and Karai). I don’t really do those anymore because I’d like you guys to see how the comic itself evolves.

I’ve also had people express that since we’re getting into the real meat of the story that they’d prefer I kept spoilers to a minimum or at least marked them as such so they can be avoided, which I 100% agree with.

If you’d like to request to see concept art of something specific then I can see what I can do, but as far as short comics go, it has little to do with time and interest and mostly to do with wanting you guys to experience the story as it comes out. :]

I organize everything the same way I did while I was doing once a week, I’ve just doubled the time I give myself to complete each task.

So now I give myself 2 days for sketching pages which includes paneling, rough dialogue writing and placement, and preliminary sketches of each panel (just to get the ideas down so I don’t forget). Then the next 10 days I use to finalize each page with an average of half a page per day. Anything not completed by Thursday and Friday is put at top priority and I work to get it done before Saturday morning.

Good question! :]

[wereprinxe]

Twisted Wonderland OC! :D

His name is Emerick Blakeston, a loyal bodyguard standing right by Neige's side. Uses he/him pronouns! He is autistic and semi-verbal, knowing and using sign language. He is heavy built, being very strong and tall individual (similarly to Jack).

He is not much of a talker, but his glare can tell you clearly to either "fuck off" or "welcome". He is protective of his friends, Neige (who he views as a younger sibling), and anyone, no matter from which school or nation they come from (he doesn't care about RSA and NRC rivalry).

He carries his greatsword with power and grace, like any mage their magical pen. He also finds it way cooler to use the sword at any occasion.

He is a junior (so he is 17-18 years old) at Royal Sword Academy, yet some say he is a better fit for Night Raven College, just because "he looks like it". He excels in earth and cosmic magic.

Emerick is the gentle giant trope and appreciates minerals, forests and aninals, especially ladybugs and butterflies, having also his own small collection of pretty rocks he finds on his way on his shelf along with their names. He also likes a friendly combat (and definitely prefers that), especially between two different weapons (his greatsword and anyone's, for example, a simple sword or bow and arrow or mentioned magical pen).

He is that kind of guy to always do something and be unable to rest until very late night hours and gets up in the early morning (he loves his routine). He is a hardworking student and doesn't seem to have much spare time on anybody else except Neige for duty reasons. Neige would always try to get Emerick have more fun. Keyword: try.

Now onto what Emerick is based of!

A boulder. :) (included a bit of lightning that happens in there, but I made it more colorful than intended HDHSJSJ)

Specifically a boulder that kills The Evil Queen in the animated movie. :) You can see where I'm about to go with Emerick and Vil hehe.

Including also a speed-paint/edit of sorts. I used the chibi models to frankendoll and draw over them to get the pose I wanted JDJSJSJJS

Hope you like him :D

[stylestarkey]

the debutante’s dilemma (02)

𐙚 a rafe cameron social media and irl au

pairing   rafe cameron X carrera!reader

summary   spending every summer in the outer banks with your cousin kiara carrera were always a given—a break from the chaos of new york city. but this year is different. your mom, now an organiser for the annual debutante ball, is determined to introduce you to society. and you have a dilemma: finding the perfect escort.

warnings   swearing.

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the sun beats down on your shoulders as kie spreads sunscreen over your back, her fingers cool against your sun-warmed skin. the beach is alive with the sound of crashing waves and distant laughter, but all you can focus on is the disbelief in her voice.

“she signed you up for the deb ball?” she asks, eyebrows raised.

you sigh, adjusting your sunglasses. “you make it sound like i’m getting drafted.”

“well… you kinda are.” she smirks, capping the sunscreen bottle with a loud snap.

you roll onto your side, propping yourself up on one elbow. “we don’t have those in new york.”

kie raises an eyebrow. “seriously? i figured they’d be everywhere.”

you shake your head. “nope. i had to look it up on tiktok—apparently, it’s like prom, but more… bridgerton.”

kie lets out a short laugh. “yeah… except it’s nothing like prom.” she pauses for a moment, then shakes her head again. “actually, no. it’s not just like prom.”

you frown. “okay… then what is it?”

kie leans back on her hands, staring out at the ocean like she’s bracing herself. “it’s like… introducing brand new hot virgins to high society,” she says, completely serious.

you nearly choke on your own spit. “what?”

she shrugs. “obviously, no one actually calls it that. they say it’s for charity, but let’s be real—it’s just an excuse for parents to show off whose daughter looks the most elegant in an overpriced dress. and more importantly, which debutante lands the most impressive escort.”

you blink at her, still trying to process. “you lost me.”

kie groans, flopping onto her back. “to sum it up, you need a hot guy with good status to escort you. preferably someone rich.”

you stare at the sky, feeling your stomach sink. “cool. only problem is, i don’t know anyone here.”

“yeah… that’s where it gets tricky.” she tilts her head toward you. “but you’re hot and cool, so it shouldn’t be too hard. plus, aunt jo is the organiser this year—she might be able to hook you up.”

you groan, covering your face with your hands. “and what exactly do i get out of this?”

kie huffs a laugh. “nothing. except maybe some kook drama. but your mom? oh, she’ll be thrilled. this’ll make her mom of the year—until the next deb ball, at least.”

you exhale sharply, already regretting everything. “classic jo.” after a beat, you sit up, narrowing your eyes at her. “wait… are you doing it?”

she snorts. “girl, do i look like the type? even my parents know i’d just embarrass myself. but don’t worry, i’ll be there… in the audience.”

you clasp your hands together, giving her your best pleading look. “please, kie.”

she barely glances at you. “nope. and besides, i can’t dance.”

your stomach drops. “…there’s a dance?”

kie stares at you like she’s just now realizing how unprepared you are. then she shakes her head, laughing under her breath.

“oh my gosh.”

you’ve been to the country club before—at least once every summer, dragged along for lunch with your mom, kie, and her parents. the visits were always the same: sitting through long conversations about golf and real estate, pretending to care about whatever expensive renovations the kooks were raving about. you never really belonged in places like this, but it was tolerable with kie by your side, the two of you sneaking glances and stifling laughter whenever someone said something ridiculous.

but today is different.

today, you’re here alone.

it’s only your first day back in the outer banks, and somehow, you’ve already found yourself stepping through the grand double doors of the country club, the cool blast of air conditioning hitting your skin. the scent of lemon polish and overpriced steak lingers in the air, mixing with the quiet clinking of glasses from the bar.

your mom is somewhere inside, already deep in conversation with a group of women who all look like they stepped out of a southern living magazine. you know if you join them, you’ll be stuck listening to gossip about charity events and vacation homes, so you slip away, weaving through the club’s pristine halls until you step outside.

the golf course stretches out before you, endless green against the bright summer sky. it’s quiet, peaceful—until a voice breaks through the stillness.

“are you gonna play, or just stand there trying to get the perfect instagram photo?”

you turn, eyes landing on two blonde-haired boys standing a few feet away. they look almost identical, but one is undeniably cuter.

great. just what you needed.

you straighten, tightening your grip on the club. “excuse me?”

the taller one steps forward like he owns the place, which—considering where you are—he probably does. “i’m rafe.”

he holds out a hand, but you hesitate. you’re not usually unfriendly, but something about him—the ease, the confidence, the way he’s watching you like he already knows exactly what you’ll do next—makes you wary. still, you don’t look away.

“o… kay?” you say, making no move to take his hand.

he exhales a short laugh before slipping both hands into his pockets, like your reaction doesn’t faze him. “rafe cameron.” he says it like it should mean something to you.

you blink at him, unimpressed. “i didn’t ask.”

behind him, his friend lets out a low whistle, grinning. “ooh.”

rafe barely glances at him before turning his attention back to you. “shut up, top.” then, with a slight tilt of his head, “do you seriously not know who i am?”

you raise an eyebrow. “should i?”

something shifts in his expression, just for a second. you can tell he’s used to being recognised, to people knowing his name before he even introduces himself.

“well—yeah.” he gestures vaguely, like that alone explains everything. “i’ve never seen you around here.”

“maybe because i’m not from here.”

his lips part like he has something to say, but before he can, your phone dings. you glance down.

you suppress a sigh, slipping the phone into your pocket. “i have to go. um… nice meeting you, rafe cameron.”

without waiting for a response, you turn on your heel and start walking back toward the club. behind you, you hear top laugh.

“dude, you should’ve asked for her name.”

their voices fade as you put more distance between you, but just before you’re out of earshot, you hear rafe mutter, “what do you think i was trying to do, dimwit?”

you don’t turn around. but for some reason, you smile.

the meeting room is everything you expected—ornate, excessive, and way too polished. the chandeliers overhead sparkle like they’ve been scrubbed with diamonds, their light bouncing off the pristine white walls. gold-trimmed chairs surround a long mahogany table, where neatly folded pamphlets and glasses of lemon-infused water sit untouched. the faint scent of roses lingers in the air, probably from the massive bouquet sitting in the center of the room.

your mom is already at the front, deep in conversation with another woman—tall, blonde, and dressed in an expensive-looking cream blazer.

six girls are already seated, their chatter a soft hum of familiar voices. they all look like they belong here—perfectly styled hair, effortless confidence, the kind of polished ease that comes from growing up in the country club scene.

you scan the room before slipping into an empty chair beside a blonde girl, who turns to you with a small, friendly smile.

before either of you can speak, the woman at the front clears her throat, drawing everyone’s attention.

“ladies, thank you all for being here,” she begins, her voice smooth and rehearsed. “it’s an honor to serve as this year’s debutante ball head organiser.”

the girl beside you leans in, dropping her voice to a whisper. “she wasn’t ‘chosen.’ she paid her way in.”

you bite back a laugh, glancing at her. she grins.

“i’m sarah, by the way.”

you shift slightly toward her. “y/n. nice to meet you.”

at the front of the room, the blonde woman continues, clearly loving the sound of her own voice. “before i forget, i’m rose cameron—”

your mind stutters over the last name. cameron?

“—and beside me is joanna carrera, who will be assisting me with this year’s event.”

your mom offers a polite smile, standing perfectly poised next to her.

rose gestures to the pamphlets in front of you. “everything you need to know is inside, but to summarise—dance rehearsals will take place every tuesday and friday in the performing arts room. if you’ve already found an escort, please inform us as soon as possible. if not, one will be assigned to you.”

you feel yourself tense at that. assigned? like a school project partner you didn’t get to pick?

rose clasps her hands together, smiling. “over the next five weeks, i expect all of you to prepare accordingly. this will be a night to remember, and i have no doubt it will be our best year yet. now, please, help yourselves to the refreshments.”

the moment she finishes, sarah leans in again. “she said a whole lot of nothing.”

you snort softly. “seriously.”

her lips curve into a smirk. “i like you already, y/n. i’ve never seen you around here—you don’t go to kildare academy?”

you shake your head. “nope. just finished my first year of university. i’m from new york, but i’m here for the summer visiting family. my mom signed me up.”

“same! my stepmom signed me up too. it’s annoying, but at least i get to wear a fancy little white dress, you know?”

you nod, feeling oddly relieved to find someone else who isn’t entirely thrilled about this. “speaking of, have you done your dress fittings yet?”

“yeah, i have an appointment tuesday morning. want to come with me?”

“sure,” you say, thankful to have an excuse to avoid dealing with it alone. then, hesitantly, “do you have an escort yet?” please say no so i can feel less stressed.

“yeah, i’m bringing my boyfriend.”

fuck.

you force a smile. “nice. i think i’m gonna ask joanna for help.”

sarah glances around the room. “i know all of them. we’re all seniors this year—except ruthie, she’s my boyfriend’s twin, same age as you. then there’s jasmine, ashley, paige, deena and kath. most of them already have escorts. i mean, they all just pass around the same guys in their friend group.”

before the meeting ends, you and sarah exchange numbers, and for the first time, you feel a little less alone in all of this.

—

the car ride home is quiet at first, the sun starting to set, casting a soft orange glow over the marsh. you stare out the window, watching as the country club disappears behind you.

your mom glances at you from the driver’s seat. “i saw you chatting with sarah cameron, bug. she’s a sweet girl.”

you turn to her. “cameron?”

she nods. “yeah, she’s rose’s stepdaughter. lovely lady.”

your stomach twists slightly. another cameron.

you hesitate before asking, “do you… um, know a rafe cameron?” you try to sound casual, but your mom picks up on the curiosity in your voice.

"why?" she asks, glancing at you with curiosity.

“i bumped into him at the golf course before the meeting.”

your mom hums, eyes still on the road. “ah. i see you’ve met your escort.”

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[yinsmoonlight]

all that’s unspoken. — aespa ft. lesserafim

genre — angst | main characters — fem!reader. aespa & lesserafim.

synopsis — the beginning of a new school year, and it’s already looking terrible. lost your friends, and nowhere to turn to after a night gone wrong.

content warnings — themes of depression, anxiety, loneliness, sh, & SA (mentioned briefly)

note — my inspiration for this is based off the book & movie ‘speak’. it’s one of my favorites of all time, so i hope you enjoy. i’m not sure if it’ll become a series or parts yet. just experimenting. i also want to say that to anyone who may have any relations in this, you’re not alone and don’t be ashamed. you’re strong. <3

starting junior year with a headache, bags under your eyes, and an outfit you hated definitely wasn’t how you were expecting to start it off.

neither was your mother’s banter of how late she was for work, or how your father needed to pay a bill, or get the car fixed.

the bus was coming to pick you up soon. you could hear the engine roaring just from down the road as you were standing in front of your driveway.

your stomach was practically doing flips. you were nervous, but your face didn’t show it. at least you hoped.

you were the first stop. it was evident as there were no kids on the bus.

as you stepped on, you debated on where to sit.

the front? no. the back? ehh. the middle? definitely not. the back it is.

the bus driver took off as you look outside of the window. the blurs of trees, cars, and houses catching your eyes.

before you knew it, more kids were loading up on the bus. you kept to yourself as each kid stepped onto the bus and taking a seat next to another.

by the time the bus was full, you had just caught onto the fact that you were still in a seat by yourself.

no one had wanted to come up and sit beside you.

you couldn’t tell if you were happy with the fact or not.

your eyes tear away from the window, finally, only to lock eyes with your ex-best friend, uchinaga aeri.

she only gave you a dirty look and rolled her eyes once she looked at you.

you weren’t surprised, but it did hurt.

you’ve been wanting to talk to her for so long, but there wasn’t even a phone call from her ever since that night.

the school bus engine came to a stop as you arrive to the highschool.

walking through the hall, you could see people who you instantly recognized.

the ones who you used to call friends.

you didn’t know who they were to you anymore.

some of them, like yu jimin, kim minjeong, and ning yizhuo, stayed close.

while aeri didn’t, and she preferably hung out with the more “popular” crowd, with this girl named kazuha. and her.

a pit of hurt in your stomach settled as you walked past them.

finding your classes wasn’t going to be hard. you had gotten used to where the classes were after two years of starting highschool.

the only problem was, that some teachers moved classes, which made it harder to go off the stupid map you’ve had since freshmen year.

you let out a soft huff as the bell soon rang, and the halls became empty.

how others managed to find their classes so easily is beyond you.

you remembered you had to find your first class, english. room 201.

it was the sudden— “excuse me. where’s your hall pass?” that made you stop in your tracks.

turning around, you saw a teacher.

he looked strict. really strict. his face didn’t help any either.

he looks like he’s unhappy with his life.

he approached you with a stern face, “hall pass?” he asks.

you stutter, “um, i’m just trying to look for..um-”

“i see the excuses, missy. what’s your name?” he interrupts.

“y-y/n l/n.” you got out with another small stutter.

he nods grabbing out his notepad, scribbling on it, most likely his signature, you assumed.

“well, miss l/n, seems like you’re gonna be trouble already,” he says handing you a warning slip. “now get to class.”

jeez.

first day of school and this guy is already on my ass.

you only walked away with a slight huff.

thankfully, soon, you found your english class, to which students were already sat at their desks.

the teacher smiles looking at you, “oh hello! welcome to my english class. what is your name, dear?”

“y/n l/n.” you get out.

“well, my name is Miss Smith, just find a desk to sit at, y/n.” she says checking off the attendance board.

quietly, you found a desk all the way in the back of the class.

perfect.

after taking a seat, you look up seeing aeri turning back and looking at you. she looks at you with disgust before turning away.

she actually seemed disgusted with you.

what did you do wrong? then again, she doesn’t understand what had happened.

you bit the skin at your bottom lip, it hurt when you did.

but it was a habit you couldn’t quit.

class went by in the blink of an eye, and before you know it during third period, it was your time to go to lunch.

you already dreaded the idea of going into the cafeteria. you didn’t even feel like eating, either.

should i just stay in the bathroom until the bell rings?

before you could answer your own question, you found yourself already walking to the bathroom.

it was only when you saw aeri standing at the mirror, applying lip gloss to her full lips.

you stopped in your tracks, frozen.

should i say something to her? no, she hates me. but i should at least try?

your throat felt dry as you anxiously chewed on your bottom lip, and before you could even get the courage to speak up, aeri purposely shoved you with her shoulder leaving the cafeteria.

the action made you stumble back in surprise.

at least you didn’t have to embarrass yourself by talking, somehow.

soon, was art class.

the class was located inside of the gym, so you and others could hear the chaos just from the room. the sound of basketballs dribbling, the sound of shoes squeaking against the floor.

your teacher was calling attendance. he introduced himself as Mr. Donovan. he seemed like a nice person, just off his vibe.

“y/n l/n?” he calls out. you slowly raise your hand in the air.

you look around the room and notice one of your old friends, ning yizhuo.

she likes to be called ningning as her nickname. plus, lots of others couldn’t pronounce her full name correctly to save their life.

her hair was now black, and mid length. it definitely grew over the summer.

going all natural is a nice way to start the school year.

Mr. Donovan said that for the class portfolio, you would be given something to make for the whole year.

basically, you’d make a pieces of art with whatever you were given. each piece was supposed to tell a “story”.

he went around with a bucket filled with tiny folded papers, and what you got was a butterfly.

how am i supposed to tell a story with a butterfly?

it made you think long and hard, and honestly, you felt it to be ridiculous. there was no way you’d be able to be that creative.

ningning had gotten a flower. she seemed excited for it, but she’s an artistic person, so no matter what she would’ve gotten, she would be happy with.

ningning was the one in the friend group who was always making stuff, even if it was silly. she made things from bracelets, to different painting portraits.

she was talented. she even would buy new shoes to paint them to her liking. it seemed silly to others, but she didn’t care.

she loved expressing herself.

but how were you going to express yourself with a simple butterfly?

finally, the school day ended, and you got off the bus and made your way inside your house with your key. you didn’t see your mom’s car in the driveway, nor your dad’s.

once making it inside, you made your way to the kitchen to get some water.

the house was quiet. eerily quiet.

as you grabbed a water bottle from the fridge, you saw a note attached to the fridge by a magnet.

‘pizza in the fridge, just heat it up for dinner. going to be home late, as well as dad. be good.’ — mom

the usual. you swear your parents are just never home.

since you hadn’t eaten breakfast, you decided to eat your pizza early. sitting at the table alone felt nice, but also lonely at the same time.

at least you didn’t have to deal with your parents asking the questions of how school went, if you made any friends, if you liked your classes.

you didn’t feel like talking right now. or ever.

as soon as you finished and placed your plate in the sink, you went upstairs to your room where you went inside of your closet, also where you made it into a little hangout spot.

it’s not big, but just big enough for your to sit in to get away from it all.

the closet made you feel safe. like nothing could get you. sometimes, you even slept in here, to which your mother constantly you nagged you about how you’ll get neck and back pain.

it was the end of the first day of eleventh grade, and you ended it with no new or old friends, a warning slip, and the void of silence.

[concretejunglefm]

Poltergeists: Bonus Chapter.

A short fluffy bonus chapter between Noah and Bubs, set during the early BO days.

Chapters: Masterlist

CW: Missing person, elements of supernatural horror, mentions of blood and possibly violence, unreliable narrator, implied smut. will update as it goes on. Heavy trigger warning for mentions of alcohol use, ptsd and panic attacks.

AN: This series will be told throughout a variety of flashbacks and present day, all which will be marked.

Divider: Silent-stories.

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"So serious." You tease from behind the camera, holding it up as you watch Noah through the viewfinder. A smile spreads across your face as you admire his attempt to pull off his broody aesthetic to match the vibe of the merch and the band.

At his request, you're capturing footage of the new merch he's currently debuting for his band, something he happily reminds you its importance of while you continue to playfully tease him.

"This is serious! It's for the band." Noah says.

"I thought you hated being the face of anything." You retort.

"I do, but this is important." He insists.

You know it is. You've been helping him for the past few months, not only with the designs he has shown you, but also with watching it come to life. 

You even witnessed the band's inception and growth, from Noah and Nick messing around to becoming a more fully formed group that led them to recruit more members. You even attended their early 'auditions' before they found their ideal bandmates through friends rather than strangers who came in to play a cover of Oasis' "Wonderwall."

"You look so pretty." You say before you can stop yourself. 

The broody expression he'd been trying to maintain is replaced by something softer, and he laughs. "Ha-ha. So original. Are you gonna call me pretty boy next?" He teases.

"Yeah." A teasing grin spreading across your face. "Because you are."

"Stop it. You know how I feel about that." He playfully scolds.

You do know. 

It was a habit among your high school peers to use it as an insult against him simply because he was a guy who preferred to have longer hair and looked more pretty and feminine than most of your classmates. Perhaps that's what drew you to him—how soft he seemed compared to everyone else, with his soft-spoken voice and gentle features. In some ways, he was a gentle giant, a sentiment that made you quietly giggle.

You do know about his feelings over the word, but you can't help but notice the way his cheeks flush when you compliment him, his head dipping down as if he's struggling against the urge to smile and accept it.

"Do you not like it?" You ask.

"Only when it's you saying it."

For some reason, that statement makes your heart flutter. There are days when it becomes increasingly difficult to ignore your crush, which only grows stronger with each passing moment spent around him. 

Today, it chooses to make itself known, your hands almost shaking as you try to capture even a small amount of steady footage for the band to work with later. 

You keep gazing at him through the camera, the shy smile he gives you becomes another cherished memory, adding to the mental vault filled with similar moments—all moments related to him. 

[sanguine-melancholia]

asks right uhh zombies do you like zombies? wdyt is their relation to vampires??

i’ve never been super into zombies. i liked george a romero’s first two zombie films (though i prefer his film martin, surprise surprise) and i can appreciate what fears zombies are getting across. the loss of identity and the spread of untreatable disease are both terrifying concepts to me.

but zombies usually focus on the group rather than the individual and that doesn’t appeal to me as much. zombie movies are rarely about one specific case of zombiism. rather, they focus on a broader view, of swarms of people becoming zombies. (though, some movies do focus on one instance of zombiism, such as life after beth, where a guy grapples with the undeath of his girlfriend. i really liked that movie, and it used the medium of zombies to tell a super compelling story about love and grief and holding on to things lost)

i don’t like how dead zombies are on the scale of the undead. they don’t often retain any part of themself. they’re mindless, just walking corpses wearing the decaying visage of their previous life. and in most zombie media, once infected, victims beg for death before they lose themselves completely. a character turning into a zombie most often will end up with a bullet in their head. there’s no salvation, there’s no chance at “life beyond death” as, say in the form of a vampire or a ghost, where limited humanity is retained. to become a zombie is to lose all agency, all thought, all sense of self.

zombie media most often takes place in a post apocalyptic world, which also has never appealed to me. it’s always too bleak. prophetic notions and threats of an apocalypse, and even the early stages of an apocalypse interest me. but when it progresses to a state of hopelessness, when the inevitable end is the termination of life itself, when every second is a near futile struggle to stave off the end for just a little longer, i just can’t handle it. not that the media doesn’t have so much to say, i just can’t stomach it.

zombie media also very often employs mass impersonal violence, and that has never interested me. i’ve always preferred violence as an intimate act, deliberate, meaningful. zombie apocalypse survivors are expected to kill any zombie in their path, no remorse, no hesitation. watch onscreen as hundreds of animated corpses are ruthlessly destroyed en mass with bullets to their brains and don’t think about the fact that each one was once human. delight in seeing them get knocked down, in fact. these are enemies you can kill and love to kill, and not have to sweat the morality of it for one second

i appreciate the fact that most zombie movies do have moments of reckoning with the fact that these zombies were once human, and the destruction of their corpses is a bittersweetness at best. in dawn of the dead when a man is tasked with the killing of his friend who was bitten, there is the horror of the entire situation really shining through. yes it’s a mindless corpse, but it was once someone you knew. someone you loved. maybe a little part of them is still left in there. and you still must put a bullet in their head.

(this heart wrenching moment of having to kill a zombified friend/lover is portrayed so beautifully in early sunsets over monroeville by mcr, taking inspiration from the aforementioned scene in dawn of the dead)

that aspect of the zombie story is one that i enjoy. but i just don’t see it all that often. or if it’s there, it often takes a backseat. kinda how in supernatural they introduce the demon-possessed body as such a horrific and sympathetic situation, emphasizing the human soul still trapped in their conquered body, only to ignore or repress that information in order to more easily destroy demons. at a certain point in the show, little, if any weight is put on the fact that the slaying of the monster costs an innocent life.

zombie movies tend to follow that script. there’s always the knowledge in the back of the mind that what we are seeing are the remainders of actual human beings. but it only is brought up when it’s a character of importance who has become a zombie. a lot can be said about that view, reflecting the way many people only see the people they know as fully formed human beings. everyone else is an abstraction.

zombie media attempts to broach the horror of zombiism by portraying a sympathetic character who becomes a rotting shell of what they once were, but so rarely extend the sympathy to the hoard at large.

there absolutely are zombie stories that i enjoy, and probably more out there that i haven’t seen yet but would like. i haven’t yet watched warm bodies, but i do plan on it. i think that’s a zombie movie i would appreciate. romeo and juliet story where the power of love is the cure to the zombie virus. maybe a bit sappy but i do prefer it to the grim helplessness of the lack of a cure seen in a lot of zombie media

all in all i don’t dislike zombies as a medium of horror and expression. there’s a lot that zombies say (not actually lol) and they bring up a lot of issues. issues that i sometimes don’t like to face. out of all the monsters i can think of, the fate of the zombie is the most depressing.

a lot of the zombie media that im familiar with, especially the popular representations, either don’t address the depth of what the zombie implies— delegating the zombie to the role of depersonalized enemy horde that is to be killed with mass violence and not given an ounce of thought or pity— or do address the full horror of it, but in doing so, become just too bleak and hopeless for my taste.

because i’m not as interested in zombies as i am other horror creatures, i don’t know their full history and folklore. i know they were originally of haitian origin and had a vast shift in pop culture with movies such as white zombie and i walked with a zombie (haven’t seen either yet) but i don’t know much beyond that.

i do think it would be nice to learn more about them, because they have a permanent spot in the history of horror, specifically horror cinema, and i’m super interested in that, and because i do find some versions of zombies compelling and entertaining. especially the lesser known stories and the stories that subvert a lot of the popular zombie tropes that i dont care for