#not me using old art what u mean shh-

[bloo-the-dragon]

Just saw the celestial mer au and kdjnfkadjnfkjadnf so precious, all of them, even beeg parent feesh. Would give each one affection if possible

You may absolutely give them some affection!

[futturmangamez]

Warning: this is a longggg post😅😅

Another ooc post..shh ik yall want futturman not me just GIVE ME A MIN LMAO. U may or may not know this account is 5 months old now (very woo..very wow) I mentioned in my last post it def has been a major twist in my life, considering the fact I'm literally acting like one of my fav fictional characters basically 99.9 % of the time haha. Yes, there has been MANY awesome great things that come with this account, but there has also been lots of negative (unfortunately but hey hey hey dw we move onnn!! big swagarooneyyy ya feel me lemon peppas??🤙) This is another reminder, a very important one, that yes even tho this is a roleplay account and the purpose is that it's supposed to literally be josh, pls remember I am UNFORTUNATELY not josh futturman😩😩😩😩(I mean fuck we r very similar but..) I am a human behind the screen, not ai. Pls be respectful..this includes to ALL. Roleplay accounts. Clearly I'm ok with a loT on this account (aka silly reblogs, spicy dms, very nsfw asks u name it) but as a human who has human experiences I am not alwayssss able to comply to some things and that's ok. There r pros and cons to running an account like this..sometimes u wake up to 50+ notifs, sometimes u wake up to 0. If for some reason I miss or don't reply to ur post, it's very possible it got lost in the sea on notifs, I seen it and told myself I'd get back to it when I had a proper futturman-like reply(happens but i do get back within the week), and/or I ignored it bc it made me uncomfy/confused. Usually in that last case it's because I'm aware ur a minor and u replied to a nsfw post in an even more nsfw manner (tss tss haha). If u really want josh to see a post, feel free to tag him, I'm not against that😁 Sometimes as a roleplayer (other ppl have agreed) that it can feel pressuring to run our pages and keep up with the notifications and dms, so pls pls have patience. And if u dont get quick replies back or begin to grow angry bc josh does not dm u the way u may have wanted or something, respectfully maybe touch grass aha..I am doing my best. There were some past followers that soley used my character for sex purposes and if that's what u want, there are PLENTY of ai platforms u can run and cum to as many times as you'd like🔥🔥(yes some shit is allowed but lets not only hmu to help u rub one out😅..josh is flattered tho LMFAO)somedays ofc we all get posters block (similar to writers or art block..I just made this up haha) especially to the accounts that have been around for longer..we r doing our best trying to come up with unique ideas to keep the characters alive without repeating the same content over and over😅so also to those who help throw cool stuff in our inbox to open new doors and ideas for the character, thanks a million..a roleplay account continues to live from both parties. On that note, the jhutch fandom is lowkey dying atm, especially the tumblr one. I completely understand whether ur hyperfixation is dying or u r busy with school/personal life..I hope u guys understand that I can be busy too, hence why some days I am not as active as other days. I've also contemplated deleting this account a lot of times due to the fact that I can get overwhelmed sometimes+I feel silly role-playing a character when I myself am even more of a loser than josh haha so I'm always like 😃wtf am I doing josh hutcherson would probably think I'm insane for this😃 ofcourse I'm not sure if this is like..the maturist thing to do at my grown ass age but whateva😅if I do decide to take any breaks in the future pls don't be mad☹️

So yea um..ik that was a whole fucking lot of a mess but I feel like I had to get those points out b4 I continued this account and I really hope u guys can respect & understand my feelings..if not ☺️dm me what u don't like. I'd LOVE. To have a conversation with u about what u don't like about my account that i run🙈 if ur seeing this, thank u for taking the time out to read all of this. Means a lot to me to know I've made atleast one person in the jhutch fandom smile thru my page💛

-sincerely 🃏

[botheredbuck]

insecure ben and comforting callum hcs?

(for another anon as well who also asked for insecure ben!)

okay but like, i couldn’t decide what i wanted to talk about for this bc comforting callum has so many possibilities (and honestly i so often write the other way around lmao) but then i was looking through some of my old fics and i had an inspiration so yeah heres this 

so i have this hc that’s not really a hc that ben’s a really creative person, and like that he gets a lot of comfort from it. like he used to love musicals and shows and music and stuff when he was a kid bc it felt like a release in a way that nothing else did, like a way to express himself. and obviously phil was never the encouraging type of father, so ben definitely got that pretty much trained out of him, once phil had convinced him that it was stupid. 

except ben never actually stopped being creative. he’s always enjoyed music and dance, but like he does it in an ‘acceptable’ way now by going clubbing a lot (because the bass feels good and the ability to just disappear, and the thought that no one really has to know him for a night) and like listening to music around the house but mostly with lex. so like he still keeps up with that kind of thing but it’s quite a subdued, changed interest because of phil’s impact on him as a kid. 

but i kinda have this hc that since young ben wasn’t allowed like dance and music as a sort of creative outlet he started drawing and painting and writing, and like creating phyiscal art as well. and i think drawing/traditional art is something that’s always stuck with him so he keeps a box of stuff hidden under his bed with a sketchbook and some pencils and stuff. 

and like it comes up when they’re moving in together and callum finds the box and he asks about it and ben just dismisses it and says oh it must be lexi’s , and like callum’s fully aware that it’s not the truth but he leaves it anyway because he’s learnt that pushing will get absolutely nothing from ben. 

so he leaves it, and lets ben carry on whatever he’s doing. except callum sees that there’s something wrong with him, and that whatever’s stressing ben out is to do with this box. so this goes in for a while

and then once callum comes home from work early to surprise ben and finds the house empty, except for music that he can hear playing loud from their bedroom (ben prefers it loud, it drowns out everything else and means he can feel the bass of it) and so he ends up going upstairs quietly to find ben absolutely in his element because callum’s figured that’s when he looks happiest, when he’s listening to good loud music. 

except he opens the door, and ben’s got the contents of that box - a sketchbook, penicls, pens, paints - strewn across the bed, staring intently at something in his hands. 

except it’s none of that that catches callum’s attention. 

it’s the look on ben’s face, because he looks in absolute bliss, like he’s absolutely meant to be doing that. and callum knows how hard he’s worked on accepting himself so he doesn’t interrupt for a minute, just watching from the doorway. and so he does eventually knock on the door and step in, and ben catches his eyes and there’s that inbuilt shame there, that settles there

he starts to like apologise and doesn’t meet callum’s eyes any more, and like rushes to try and put everything away, and he pauses the music and callum can see the mess he’s getting himself in so he stops him, hugs him from behind and like takes his arms to stop him from moving and trying to hide away and just says shh, shh, it’s okay, just take a minute and callum can feel the way ben’s heart is racing against him but he stills, drops what he has in his hands and sighs

thought you werent back for a while ben says eventually and that shame is still in his voice and it breaks callum’s heart because he knows why all of this is, knows intimately where it’s all come from because they’ve talked about this all before, and so callum knows. 

and callum just says wanted to surprise you and ben kinda half smiles and says well let me uh, tidy up, and i can say hello properly but callum sees through it straight away, what it is and that ben’s just still trying to hide away and callum won’t let him and so he says no need, i need a shower anyway, you carry on because as much as he’s desperate to know what ben was really doing he knows that ben needs this, needs to be able to do this for himself, and like accept this for himself first, and that maybe this just needs to be his thing for a while. so he turns ben around in his arms and kisses him, and whispers i love you and then goes and showers and ben’s just stood there thinking how does this man love me so much

also he was totally drawing callum okay 

thank u for this ask, and thank you for being patient on a response!!

[tragicblood-a]

So, I have decided I'm going to try giving myself sort of a challenge. I'm going to try and go down the ABCs and draw someone's muse (thats interacted with faye) that starts with that letter. Could be a first name, last name, nickname, whatever. Please don't take offense if your muse doesn't get chosen. It's nothing against you or your muse. I went to the names that came to my mind first which are people I’ve been RPing with longer and who talk to me OOC. ;; There’s always other chances for art.

I will be trying to not use characters from the same mun but if they have characters who have interacted with Faye with uncommon initials like X or Q then I will go with it. I'm not 100% sure what all the images will entail. Could be flats could be shaded could be half bodies could be dynamic posing. I haven’t a clue yet. If I don't have a letter I will skip it and if someone with that letter pops up I'll double back and do their image. 

A - Antonio Abrams @fatherly

B - Bender, John @thecrxmxnal

C - Chance @peritxetxinvenit

D - Devil @luciferian-drama

E - Eugene Porter @inxthexshadows

F - Fuijin @heamatic

G - Gaspar de Passa, Hugo @manifcst-o

H - Haruko @crimson-warrior

I -

J - Javier Escuella @vendettacanons

K - Kekipi Sauvage @thxwxlf

L - Lena Oxton @pilgrimms (i mean we interacted on her old blog LOL)

M - McQueen, Danny @taezr

N - Nahvee @devilsdecade

O - Oscar, Hugh @a-drunk-vampire

P - Patricia @childrenoftherosx

Q -

R - Rick Grimes @mercyprevaild

S - Samuel Silas @frontierbound

T - Toad @tolcnsky

U -

V - Valerie @vixxrd

W - Wavefall, Obi @tidesborn

X -

Y -

Z - Zisa Ruggen @thx-new-memorabilia (shh, you’re always super nice to me. so exception LOL)

This took longer than I thought trying to get as many characters as possible from diff people. I’ll do this after I get the doodles for my last two art calls first.

[sheblah]

Oh my god i lov ur art so much!! Ur so good at drawing ppl!!!i lov how u draw DT so much i could cry!! Would it be possible to show ur art process?

Oh my gosh thank you!! No one has ever asked for my process before. It got pretty long due to all the photos, so check out my art-process-slash-tutorial under the cut!

1. So the first step is, of course, figuring out what I want to draw. This is often the hardest step… but not for the last few months cause I always wanna draw DT lol.

2. Sketch the shapes and the “skeleton.”

I pull out my trusty mechanical pencil and make a loose outline of the figure.You’re not really supposed to use mechanical because they makes dark lines and the pressure is hard to control. Teachers will tell you to use a hard graphite pencil for light, easily erasable lines. If you’re using this process as an example for some reason, do as I say not as I do lol.

I like to start with an oval for the head and work my way down. You’re not supposed to do that either. Teachers tell you to start with the “line of action” cause it helps make the pose cohesive and improves composition. I’ll do that when I’m going for a non-static pose, Teach, get off my back.

2. Flesh out the figure.

Here’s where I make the lines. They’re called contours but they’re the lines of the drawing. That’s all. DT might be tricky for some artists because they’re very androgynous. I give ‘em some hip, shapely leggy, no boobs, wide shoulders and a snatched waist waiT I FORGOT THE FUCKING TAIL HOLD ON I GOTTAJ UST HOLDO N A MINUTE WAI

3. Add detail.

This is where I work on the facial features and things like jewelry and clothing design. I count it as a separate step because I have to lean in reeeeeal close to get the little details right, and it usually takes a lot of erasing before I’m satisfied.

4. Ink it.

Once my pencil drawing is sufficiently finished (and sometimes earlier shh), I start inking it with a felt tip pen. Some people use this thing called VaRyInG LiNe WiDtH or whatEVER but it’s easier to I like a nice thin line all throughout the drawing so the details don’t get lost. I use a .1 or .05 tip pen. For tiny details, I like to use a .005 if I have one! But I don’t have one :’(

If you’re the artist’s girlfriend, you have a step at this stage!

4.b. Watch your future wife slave over the drawing for three days without adding the tail and SAY NOTHING.

5. Erase the pencil.

KEY: the pen must be dry. Felt tips are supposed to dry fast, but don’t be fooled. Give it at least a full minute. Trust me. Then CAREFULLY run a big eraser over the whole drawing to get rid of the pencil sketch underneath. Hold the edge of your paper in place and go slow, because the eraser WILL catch on the paper and it WILL fold your beautiful line drawing in half.

6. Clean up the lines.

An optional step. If I make some lines I’m not satisfied with, all is not lost. I use my handy white gel pen to clean them up. I simply draw the new line, and go over the old one with the gel pen.

Note that this doesn’t really work if you want the new line to be on the inside of the shape. Markers don’t like to go over gel pen so good. I’ve tried. Also doesn’t work if you’re planning to add a background for the same reason.

Et voila! You can hardly even see where the old line was.

7. Whip out the Bucket of Assorted Alcohol Markers™ and do the flat colors.

Everything I’ve put on this blog so far has been colored with alcohol markers. They’re long-lasting, they’re smooth, they’re printer-perfect, they’re outrageously expensive, they’re sometimes available at wish.com for a fraction of the store price, they’re great. When you do the flat colors, you want to put down the lightest colors in the drawing first. You can’t layer light colors on top of dark. They won’t show up and the light marker will absorb the dark color. Basically, do the highlight colors first. They might look bad together. That’s OK. These aren’t the final colors of the drawing.

If you don’t have your own BoAAM™, no problem. Simply borrow your sister’s in exchange for a stint with your Nintendo Switch.

The next step is to add the shadows. If you’re like me, and you’re just getting back into art after neglecting it for a few years, don’t try to do something complicated like back-lighting or a sheer scarf on top of a dark material. That’s really the worst decision you can make.

8. Add shadows that indicate back-lighting, and keep in mind the sheer scarf on top of the dark dress will need all new colors for every layer of shadow you choose to add.

A whole book could be written on how to color shadows, so I’ll try to keep it brief. If the light source is warm colored (like sunlight or your average lightbulb), the shadows should be cooler. If the light source is cool (like, I don’t know, the neon sign at your favorite club), the shadows should be warmer. Here I have light green and hot pink for the highlights; I used blue-green and purple for the shadows, respectively.

You might wonder why I color the entire shape with the lighter color if only a little bit of it shows through. There is some layering effect with markers. The purple I used on the dress was really QUITE purple - but when put on top of the hot pink, it looks more like a dark pink! Essentially, layering colors makes the end result more cohesive. 

And hey don’t forget the tai– fuck.

9. Add some more shadows, and

10. Add the finishing details, because I forgot to take a picture in between these two steps oops.

If you’re going for intense lighting, you’ll want high contrast. That means using a very light highlight and/or a very dark shadow. So, I added two (2) more layers of shadow. It’s most noticeable on the dress - you can see the hot pink at the edges, then the pinkish-purple, then the dark purple, then the DARKER purple that accentuates the waves in the fabric of the dress.

Now to finish off my drawings I whip out the white gel pen again. This is SO useful. It can go on top of (dry) marker or pen or whatever and it’s small and precise. Here I used it to add shinies on the eyes, shinies on the jewelry, highlights on the hair, and sparkles on the dress. It makes things POP. I seriously cannot recommend a white gel pen enough if you do traditional art.

11. Ah fuck I forgot the tail.

DRAW the fucking tail and TRY to remember which of your 24,124 colors you used on the rest of the skin damn it was it hydrangea blue or phthalo blue

12. Scan it. Or, if you’re like me and are stuck in a hotel while your home repairs are taking pace, take a picture with your phone. Mind the angle - make sure your camera/phone is parallel to the paper or it’ll get distorted.

13. Digital editing. Play with the exposure and contrast and whatnot in your phone’s photo editing software until you’re satisfied with the result.

15. UPLOAD. DONE. CELEBRATE.

[winryofresembool]

Parental!Edwin one-shot: A Growing Family

Summary: Ed and Winry’s son needs some comforting after seeing a nightmare. (Canon!verse)

A/N: So here’s the fic I promised writing! This was inspired by the wonderful fan art I’ve seen on this website, for example @persnickety-doodles‘s adorable comic (from which I took that one part, I hope you won’t mind!) and @colonelhotstuff‘s beautiful parental Edwin art, especially this. I HC that Alan and Emma’s age difference in reality is only 2 years but I’m changing it to 3 for the sake of this fic here :P Once again, please enjoy and review!

Words: 1000+

Warnings: implied *ahem* things happening before the beginning of this fic. (Nothing explicit)

Genre: f-l-u-f-f

“Damn kid. I’m too exhausted to have more than one round these days because I’m running after him 16 hours a day,” Ed cursed as he came down from his bliss, arms and legs tightly wrapped around Winry. She rolled her eyes and pushed his shoulder slightly.

“What a romantic thing to say right after making love to your wife. Usually people say stuff like ‘I love you’ and such afterwards. Besides, you’re not the one carrying a human inside you.”

“I don’t see what you are complaining about, you seemed to enjoy…”

“Ed!”

“Fiiine. Silly, of course I love you.” Ed hurried to add, knowing better than to annoy his 5-months pregnant wife. “And I love the little bean inside you. Your body is absolutely incredible for being create something like that!”

“Who knew babies could make you such a big sap?” Winry asked, secretly pleased by the compliment, and kissed Ed’s jaw. He gave her a fake annoyed look before she continued: “Anyway, my incredible body is saying that it needs sleep now. Could you please give me some space? Your leg is freezing cold.”

“Aww, Winry,” Ed pouted but moved farther from her. He pulled his boxers and T-shirt back on and laid down again, making sure his leg wasn’t touching hers. A few minutes later, just when he was about to fall asleep, he heard Winry whispering something.

“Shh, not right now, baby.”

She reached for Ed’s hand that was resting on her side and put it on her stomach. This wasn’t the first time Winry did this; usually it happened when the baby was wiggling uncomfortably, not allowing her mother to sleep. For some reason, it always calmed down when Ed’s hands touched the belly.

“Please, let mommy sleep, little wiggle monster,” Ed said with a sleepy voice, drawing circles on her skin lazily.

“She’s gonna be worse than Alan.” Winry yawned, snuggling closer to Ed and closing her eyes happily now that the baby stopped kicking.

“I hope he’ll sleep soundly tonight,” Ed murmured before falling asleep, his hand still on Winry’s stomach.

Ed probably shouldn’t have said that aloud, because only an hour later, an upset little boy jumped into his parents’ bed. His cheeks were wet from tears, and his hair was sticking to all directions due to his thrashing around in his bed.

“Alan? Is that you?” Ed asked, startled after being woken up so abruptly.

“Mmm.”

“What’s the matter baby?” Ed sat up and took a closer look at his son. “Didn’t we decide that you would try to learn to sleep in your own bed because there’s no space in this bed when the new baby arrives?” Truth to be told, Ed and Winry had tried to make their almost 3-year-old son sleep in his own bed for a long while, but more often than not, they still found him between them when they woke up in the morning.

“I-I had a bad dream,” the little boy confessed, still sobbing slightly.

“Oh. What was it about? Do you remember?” the worried father asked, rubbing Alan’s back. He knew all about awful nightmares, having basically lived in one for years, and there was no way he’d have the heart to tell his son to go back to his bed after that.

“Some big, bad guy took me away from you and mama.” Alan sobbed against Ed’s shirt.

“My squirt, I’m gonna make sure that will never happen in real life,” Ed promised and pulled his son into a hug.

“Will you stop caring about me when the baby is here?” Alan asked, genuine worry in his voice, his hands gripping Ed’s T-shirt tightly.

Oh, so that was what this was really about. This he could fix, Ed thought.

“Listen, the baby might need a lot of attention at first because it can’t do anything on its own, but that doesn’t mean we don’t love you just as much. You’re a big boy already and we know you can do a lot of things on your own, right?”

“Right.”

“You know… I had to grow up without my parents, with only uncle Al by my side. I would never let you go through the same. We are right here, and we are not going anywhere. We love you. Never forget that.”

“Thanks, daddy.” Alan sounded a lot happier already.

Ed grinned at him and tickled him slightly. “No problem, squirt.”

“Dad?” the boy asked after a moment of silence. “Is it gonna be a boy or a girl?”

“We don’t know for sure yet, but my guess is you’re getting a baby sister.”

“I’m gonna teach her to make foil automail!”

“I’m sure she’s gonna love it.” Ed said and ruffled Alan’s hair affectionately.

Suddenly they heard a sleepy voice from under the covers: “Why are you guys talking in the middle of the night?”

“Whoops. Guess we woke up mama,” Alan said, putting a hand on his mouth in embarrassment.

“Alan had a nightmare, so I allowed him to join us.”

“Aww, are you OK, honey?” Winry asked and pulled the boy closer to him.

“Yes, mama,” he said and nuzzled against her chest.

“That’s good to hear. You’re a brave boy. Ouch!” Winry flinched suddenly and put a hand on her baby bump.

“Is something wrong, Winry?” Ed asked, immediately alarmed by her reaction.

“No, I don’t think so. The little one just wanted to let us know she exists too.” She smiled.

“Feisty even before having born… That’s a real Elric,” Ed chuckled. “Alan, do you want to feel how much your sister is kicking?”

He took Alan’s hand and brought it to Winry’s stomach.

“There she is…”

“Dad, how did she get there?” the boy asked suddenly.

“Um, you see…” Ed’s face heated dangerously and he had no idea what to say. He had been afraid this question might pop out sooner rather than later, but he still wasn’t prepared to answer it.

“I think that’s a story for another time,” Winry smiled and kissed her son’s forehead lightly before telling him to go back to sleep.

[prettyyoungtragedy]

“Playing it Cool”

Summary: You’re a writer, and have never been in love before. Though it’s not for a lack of trying! You are tasked with ghost writing a love story for a famous author and now need some real life inspiration. Until you meet Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes … the ultimate lover boys.

Pairing - Steve Rogers x reader/ Bucky Barnes x reader

A/N: I know I said I have a posting schedule, but this chapter was done and queued up already. So here enjoy it, drop me some feedback in my ask box! I love constructive criticism!

PS: Just a quick note, that the reader is Bisexual and if you don’t relate to this please don’t read this fic if you take offense to that.

PPS: quick shout out to @steve-rogers-personal-hell for my lovely banner! you’re the best babe!

Words: 3863

Warnings: Nothing really.

Part 1- 10 inch guy | Part -2 Oh we all speak french here | Part 3 -Love stories suck! | Part 4- Writers block and a cock block! | Part 5 -His name is Steve Rogers and he is a sucker for a love story | Part 6 -Oh so inevitable | Part 7- Who knew? Bucky knew! | Part 8 -Love is for children | Part 9 -Fairytale endings are just that…Fairytales | Part 10- Oh hey, look! Its reality. |

“Ugh I hate love stories!” You groaned, covering your face with one of the throw pillows from Bucky’s couch.

The two of you were sat in his living room, watching romantic movies, trying to draw some inspiration for the next chapter of the book. You were on a time crunch to provide two more chapters for his editors before the weekend and it was Thursday.

“You and me both..” Bucky said, from his seat on the floor. Neither of you were getting any work done, it had been an entire afternoon of eating popcorn, and candies and throwing shit at the TV booing whenever there was a romantic scene.

“So what next?” Bucky asked, getting up onto the couch beside you.

“Well we have the notebook and Dear John, which one do you want to start with?” You said.

Bucky just shook his head, “No, no more Romantic movies.” He said, “I need an action movie or I'm going to blow my brains out.”

“Bucky we have work to do, we can't dick around.” You sighed.

“Come on! You can't be serious about watching another one? We have hit a wall, let's just take a break.” He argued.

“Okay you watch the action movie and I'll get some work done.” You replied pulling your laptop off the coffee table and opening it.

Bucky grumbled something under his breath about you being boring but he didn't protest, he turned his attention to the TV where he turned on MadMax Fury road. You got started on typing away at the new chapter, using the inspiration you had drawn from the romantic movies to paint a sickly sweet image of this perfect couple and perfect true love situation.

You got lost in your writing and a little while later, you looked at from your laptop to see Bucky intensely staring at the TV screen.

“What are you doing?” You asked.

“Shh shh this is the best part!” He shushed you with his hand not looking at you.

“Have you never seen this movie before?” You laughed.

“I have, I just love this movie okay.” He defends himself.

You just shake your head at him and get up off the couch. Needing something to eat, in the weeks that you had worked with Bucky you had kind of become used to his apartment. Making yourself at home as it were, that's the way he wanted it.

“Hey I have a question?” Bucky says getting up and trailing after you as you made your way to the kitchen.

“Hmm…” You replied.

“Why don't you want to be a published author?” Bucky asked. “I mean don't get me wrong I'm glad you're helping me but you are an amazing writer, you don't want to be published?”

“Just not my thing, I like being a ghostwriter. It's weirdly fulfilling.” You replied. Opening the fridge and rummaging through it for something to eat.

“Makes sense, I suppose.” He said, taking a seat at the island counter.

“Can I ask you something?” Bucky says again.

“Just ask Bucky, my god.” You said, pulling out a bowl of grapes and taking a seat opposite him at the island counter.

“Why don't you have a boyfriend?” He said. Leaning his forearms and looking at you.

“So that's a personal question.” You retorted popping a grape into your mouth.

Bucky chuckled, “Come on, tell me. I hardly know anything about you, and we have been working together for almost a month.” He said.

“You don't need to know anything about me except that I am a great writer and your book is going to be great because of me.” You joked.

“Answer me, or I'm just going to keep asking.” Bucky said nonchalantly.

“Okay, okay. I just don't find the whole relationship thing worthwhile.” You shrug.

“Why?”

“It’s a long story.” You said.

“We have time.” Bucky said grinning at you.

“No we don't. But now my turn to ask a question” you replied.

“Shoot.” He said.

“Why don't you have a boyfriend?” You joked with a laugh.

“I did.” Bucky replied, with a serious face.

You suddenly sit straight up and look at him , with your mouth slightly open from shock. “What?!” You exclaimed. “When? And who?”

“A couple years back, and I'm not telling you who that's weird.” Bucky laughed.

“Can I guess who it is?” You said,

“No.” He said, pulling a face at you.

“Why’d you guys break up?” You asked, wanting to know more about this whole situation.

“Just did, we wanted different things from life but we’re still friends, so we got that going for us.” Bucky replied.

You paused and ate another grape, looking at him. Trying to think who it could be. It was great that he was being so frank with you. And it was kind of nice that he was open about being bisexual.

“That's interesting. Have I met him?” You asked.

“No no, now it's my turn to ask the questions” Bucky said shaking his head.

“I'll answer more questions when we finish the next chapter of your book Bucky.” You said, tossing a grape at him, playfully.

“Fine fine, I'm holding you to that.” He replied giving you a smirk.

A few days later, Walking out of the meeting with the editors, you sighed deeply. They had liked the first five chapters of the book thankfully. But Pepper read it and was now demanding more romance, she thought the story was too aloof and not emotional enough.

In her words, “Put more effort into learning about love, this bullshit seems like it’s written by a child.” She said.

You sat down at your desk, dropping your head onto your desk with a thump. “That bad?” Scott asked, rolling himself in his chair to your side.

“She was in the worst mood.” You sighed. “I hate this project.”

“So go tell Luke to take you off the project?” He said.

You lifted your head up and looked at him, “I can’t do that, the fucking CEO gave me this project. I have to finish it.”

“How long do you have?” Scott asked, giving you a sympathetic look.

“A year.” You said with a sigh.

Scott was about to reply, but he stopped for some reason and was looking passed you. You frowned at him and followed his gaze. Your mouth fell open in surprise when you see Steve Rogers walking through the office escorted by one of the front desk girls, she was smiling widely at him, talking to him. He had a polite smile on his face as he listened to her talk.

“Oh no.” You groaned,

“What? Do you know him?” Scott asked.

“Fuck my life.” You sighed and quickly stood u p making your way towards him. Steve’s smile widened when he saw you.

“Hey Y/N.” Steve greeted, he was about to hug you but you grabbed his arm and practically dragged him into the nearest conference room.

“Whoa hey, what’s wrong?” he asked, seemingly confused.

“What are you doing here?” You exclaimed at him.

“I’m here to see you.” Steve replied with a grin.

“Why?”

“Because I was in the area and I’m hungry and thought you’d want to get food?” He shrugged.

“Why?” You repeated making a face. “And how did you know where I work?”

“Isn't that what friends do?” Steve replied, furrowing his brow. “And JB told me.”

“Oh are we friends now?” You retorted, with a sigh. “Who the fuck is JB?” You added, confused.

“Uhhh are we not?” He said. “And James Buchanan? You know the guy whose book you're writing.” Steve raised an eyebrow at you.

“I hung out with you like twice! I work for your friend, also we fucked. I am not friends with people I fuck.” You replied. “His name is James Buchanan, oh my god.” You were having two conversations at the same time with Steve.

Steve chuckled, “So that’s a stupid rule.” he laughed, “And yes, Old fashioned as fuck.”

“No, it’s a smart rule. Things get complicated when you fuck you friends.” You say. Crossing your arms over your chest. “James Buchanan huh.” You added again, making a mental note to tease Bucky about that later.

“No it’s a stupid rule.” Steve repeated, moving closer towards you.

“Steve, You shouldn't be here I could get into trouble for this.” You sighed.

“Why? I am just a friend visiting another friend.” He grinned, his smile was distractingly handsome, it lit up his eyes whenever he did so.

“We’re not friends remember.” You said.

“Oh we will be.” He winked at you. His gaze wanders across your body, and he runs his tongue across his lower lip. You almost moaned at how sexual it looked. He was staring at you like he had fucked you before, which he had but he was making it so obvious.

“Ok, get out. I’m not having lunch with you and stop looking at me like that.” You shooed him out the door of the conference room.

“Looking at you like what, sweetheart?” Steve said, acting innocent, but he had a smirk on his face.

“Like you have seen me naked.” You hissed at him nervously looking around to see if anyone was closeby. The last thing you needed was people knowing how you knew Steve.

Steve laughed, “but I have, and it was glorious.” He said, leaning in closer to you.

“Shut up.” You groaned, hitting him on the shoulder. It was like hitting a brick wall he was so toned.

“Fine, fine. I won’t say anymore.” Steve chuckled raising his hands and backing away from you. A devastating smile on his face. “But you will be my friend, Y/N. I’ll make sure of it.” he winked at you as he backed out of the office.

You couldn't help but smile at him, as hard as you tried not to. “See ya gorgeous.” Steve said grinning devilishly at you as he walked out of the office.

“Goodbye Steve..” You said, but he had already left by the time you replied. You scrunched up your face in a wince and groaned. Slapping your forehead with the palm of your hand. Why did you have to act like such an idiot whenever Steve was around. It was so embarrassing.

It was a few days later when you received a message from a number that was not saved in your phone.

‘Are you available Friday?’ - 10:34AM

You frowned down at your phone, you rarely every got texts from numbers not saved in your phone because you never gave your number to anyone.

‘Who is this?’ - 10:35AM. You hit send and put your phone back down on the side table. A second later it buzzed again.

‘Oh shit sorry, its Steve. Steve who is not your friend?’ - 10:35AM

You looked at the message and were suddenly smiling. How the fuck had he gotten you number and why was he so adamant on hanging out with you.

‘Why are you texting me we aren’t friends and no I am not free Friday, your friend has me working.’ - 10:36AM

You waited a few seconds before his reply came through.

‘I’m texting you as a non friend and i’ll free you up for Friday then.’ - 10:36AM

‘Steve stop texting me, and no I have a book to write. Goodbye.’ - 10:37AM

‘Oh come on, just let me see you, as strictly non friends of course.’ - 10:37AM

‘No.” - 10:38M

‘Okay, then can I fuck you again? As non friends.’ - 10:39AM

‘Ha ha very funny Steve. I am going to block you. Goodbye.’ - 10:39AM.

‘Fine, but you are going to break eventually and then you’ll have to see me ;). Cheers gorgeous.’ - 10:40AM

Even though your message seemed serious you were laughing at his messages. It was so light hearted, and jovial. Putting your phone down, you looked at your laptop again, and began writing.

“What are you smiling at?” Bucky’s voice snaps you back to reality and you stop grinning like an idiot.

“Nothing.” You reply nonchalantly.

“Lies, I know that smile.” he said, narrowing his eyes at you.

“No you dont.”

“Is it a boy? Did you get laid?” He suddenly asks.

“What, no. That’s a personal question and therefore inappropriate.” You snorted, and continued to type away not looking at him.

“Y/N, I have been inside you. There are no inappropriate questions between us.” Bucky laughed.

“God dammit.” You exclaimed and threw the nearest object around you at him. “You said we weren’t going to bring that up ever again!”

This made Bucky laugh harder as he dodged out of the way of an empty water bottle that you had thrown at him. “As long as I get that reaction out of you, i’ll never stop bringing it up.” he said.

“Asshole.” You muttered shaking your head.

Bucky shrugged childishly, and then went back to looking at his laptop before him. The two of you were sat in his apartment once more. Brainstorming new ideas for the book, or basically just trying to get any inspiration for the next five chapters.

A few more hours go by and it’s almost sunet and you’re making good progress on the next chapter, Bucky is giving feedback, you’re writing. You’re working insync and it's great, that is until fucking Steve Rogers walks in.

At first you didn’t hear him, Bucky had gone to get dinner for the two of you and you plugged in your headphones. Drowning out external distractions and tried to get as much writing done as you could. You were intently typing away when a large hand squeezed your shoulder, causing you to scream loudly and dive out of your seat. Practically catapulting across the living room.

Your laptop clattered to the floor, beside the table. And you yelped again trying to save it when your eyes met Steve’s. They are bright and blue and highly amused.

“S-steve!” you stammered, you were on your knees before him now. He towered over you, looking down at you, his eyebrow raised and an amused smile on his face.

“What the fuck are you doing?” He asked. Reaching down and offering you a hand to help you up.

You accept his offer and grip his large hand, as he pulls you to your feet. Your bodies now a few inches away from each other as he held your hand in his. He was wearing a tight white t-shirt, it clung to his physique so much so that he might as well have been shirtless, that's how little it left to the imagination.

“You scared the shit out of me.” You breathed, staring into his intensely blue eyes.

“I’m sorry, I thought you heard me come in.” Steve murmured. His eyes moving to your lips.

“I had headphones in.” You said.

“I noticed.”

You both just stare into each other eyes for a moment. Steve still holding your hand, you can feel the heat radiating off his body. He suddenly leans closer to you as if he were about to kiss you and then you hear Bucky clear his throat in the doorway.

You immediately step back from Steve, pulling your hand away. Feeling yourself flush with embarrassment.

“What’s going on guys?” Bucky asked. Walking into the room, looking between you and Steve.

“I frightened her.” Steve shrugged, “She didn’t hear me come in.”

“Uh yeah, my laptop fell and I tried to catch it and I missed it and Steve was trying to help.” You stuttered over your words. Barely able to be coherent at this point.

Bucky had a smirk on his face as he looked over you and then back at Steve. “Uh huh, seems very plausible.” he said sarcastically, as he set the pizza boxes on the coffee table.

“You staying for dinner?” Bucky asked Steve. His friend just nods and drops down onto the couch, and turns on the TV. You awkwardly pick your laptop off the floor, praying to god that it is okay, and then set it back onto the table.

The moment with Steve was so weirdly intense, it rattled you. Bucky comes up beside you and leans down to whisper in your ear. “Do you have a crush on Steve?” He whispers. Again, you are startled and shied away quickly almost falling out of your chair.

Bucky’s arm reaches out and catches you before you fall, steadying you in your seat. “What the fuck Y/N. jumpy much?!” Bucky laughed softly. The two of you are a few feet away from Steve so he can’t hear anything you’re saying but he looks over at you two for a moment then turns his attention back to the TV.

“Personal space Bucky!” You hissed at him, shoving his face away from yours. He laughed and took seat beside you, leaning close to you till his face is almost touching yours.

“So, do you have a crush on Stevie?” He whispers. You throw a glance at Steve on the couch, he isn't paying any attention to what you and Bucky are doing. He is blissfully eating pizza and watching TV. looking like a fine glass of wine while he does it.

“No I do not.” You said, pushing Bucky’s face away from yours again.

“Seems like you do.” He chuckled. “I mean he is a very handsome guy, I’d fuck him.”

“Shut up Bucky.” You groaned softly becoming flustered.

“Oh man, It's so obvious, look at you.” Bucky laughed, loudly this time and Steve turned to look at you two again.

“What are you two whispering about?” Steve asks, getting up off the couch and making his way over to the table you sat at. Bringing the box of pizza with him.

“Nothing.” You said quickly,

“You.” Bucky said at the same time as you did.

Steve looked between the two of you with a grin. “So which is it?” he said, pointedly looking at you.

“Nothing.” You replied, then stood up. “I should go.”

“No stay for dinner.” Steve insists.

Bucky leans back in his chair and says nothing, he just watches you and Steve with a smirk on his face.

“I can’t.” You said.

“Why?”

“I have plans.”

“You said you had to work tonight.” Steve said, with an amused look on his face.

“I changed my plans.” You retorted crossing your arms and looking down at him.

“Uh huh…” Was all Steve said as he swept his gaze over you again. You sighed, really needing to get away from him. He made your knees weak and all you wanted to do was kiss him, and do other stuff to him.

“Okay then” You said, packing up your laptop and grabbing your bag. “I’ll see you tomorrow Bucky.” You said,

“Night Y/N.” Bucky said, still grinning like an idiot at how flustered you were.

They watched as you rushed out of the apartment, and heard you slam the door behind you. Bucky turned to Steve, looking at him from across the table.

“What the hell are you doing Rogers?” Bucky asked, with a laugh.

Steve looked at him, “What?” He shrugged,

“Don’t fuck this up for me man.” Bucky warned, “I need her.”

Steve looked at the place where you had been a few moments ago and grinned widely. “Nah, i’m not going to fuck this up for you.” he replied.

“Steve, I’m serious.” Bucky repeated.

He looked back at his friend, “So am I, I’m going to marry that girl.” Steve stated.

Bucky didn’t say anything, he just blinked at Steve, stunned by his confession.

The entire cab ride home you were having a mental argument with yourself over the way you acted in front of Steve. He flustered you so much, he was so attractive and charming and you just couldn't stand it.  

When you got home, you tossed your bag and laptop on your bed and immediately picked up the your phone and hit speed dial.

“Hey B.” Wanda’s voice sounds through the receiver.

“Hey, You busy?” You asked.

“Nope, what's up?” She replied.

“I need a distraction.”

There was a pause from Wanda’s side. “Okay come over.”

“Thanks see you in five.” You replied and then hung up.

You hurriedly changed your clothes and freshen up before you headed over to Wanda’s place with a bottle of tequila. That always seemed to help clear your mind and distract you long enough for you to forget your problems.

“Hey B.” Wanda greets you with a quick hug and kiss on the cheek when you walked into her apartment.

“Hi.” You replied, handing her the bottle of tequila.

She looked at it, taking it from you and then back at you, “That bad huh?”

“It's a conundrum.” You sighed as you followed her into the kitchen.

“Want to talk about it?” Wanda asked, as she got busy making the two of you a drink with the gin she already had out.

“You remember that Steve guy right?” You said, and Wanda nods, waiting for you to continue.

“I have a little crush on him.” You groaned, “And he is so distractingly perfect, and charming and pretty! I can’t deal, and he want to be my friend.” You added air quotes to the last part.

“Have you slept with him yet?” Wanda asks, placing a drink in front of you and taking a seat at the table.

“Yes.” You sighed.

“Ahh I see…” She mused, “So you’re pulling a typical Y/N, sleep with them and then avoid them at all costs?”

You threw her a look and then took a sip of your drink. “I am trying to do that but he just keeps finding ways to be around me or talk to me, and I am going to end up sleeping with him again.’ You wailed.

Wanda laughed, “Would that be the worst thing? He is gorgeous!”

You took three big sips from your glass and placed it back down. “You know the answer to that Wanda.” You sighed.

She was quiet for a moment, “So what are you going to do? Because you know what happened last time this type of situation arose.” She said softly.

You look at her. Wanda better than anyone knows you and how you think and act. She’s been there through break ups and make ups and pretty much everything. She probably out of everyone is your best friend.

“I don’t know, I am fucked.” You muttered, slumping down in your seat.

“Well, that’s why I’m here. Lets get drunk and distract you, shall we?” She says, raising her glass and clinking it with you.

“Yes, let's.” Was all you said before you downed your drink.

You spend the rest of the night using Wanda as a distraction from your issues. You drink and laugh, and the drunker you both got the kinkier you got with each other. It was a weirdly satisfying friendship and before you knew it, you were in be with her like always. Both of you using the other a distraction from whatever the real issue was.

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Breach Pt. V

Sorry for the delay on this, folks! Looks like Aedan and Rei are in quite the pickle!

Previous Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4

---

The office was dark. Even Talon administration had to be dramatic, Gabe supposed. ‘Halldór Magnusson’ was written neatly on a gold nameplate on the desk, which Reaper leaned against as he skeptically swirled a shot glass filled with brennivín. There was a small cabinet of the liquor behind the desk, Gabe assumed for closing deals and kicking off new projects. More ceremonial than anything. Magnusson wasn’t in. Some lab project in a bunker in Albania, last Gabe heard. He shrugged and knocked the shot back then coughed, nanite smoke flaring off of his body at the apparent assault that he now gulped down his throat, before he set the shot glass down on the desk and rubbed his face.

“Sir!” A talon agent burst through the door then instantly winced back at Gabe’s face, only dimly lit in the light from the hallway. Instantly he looked at the ground, “My apologies sir--I should have knocked---”

Reaper grabbed his bone-white mask off of the desk and calmly put it on. “Report,” he said.

“Several guards have gone offline in the west sector, sir,” said the agent, “We sent in a strike team to investigate and...”

“The comms go dark and when you send in backup for the backup, you just find a fresh pile of corpses,” said Reaper.

“Well... not all corpses---A decent number of corpses, but some are just incapacitated, nothing biotics can’t--”

“Overwatch,” Reaper said easily. He sighed wearily. “The kid was tracked.”

“We destroyed the asset’s comm--”

“Stop calling her ‘the asset.’ She’s a kid and you have to live with that,” said Reaper, “We all do.”

“Fine. We destroyed.... the kid’s... comm. If Overwatch had some other means of tracking her, it would have to be something state of the art, black market. Not their usual M.O.”

“Overwatch hasn’t had a ‘usual M.O.’ since the Petras Act,” said Reaper. He sighed and pulled his hellfire shotguns off his hips, “Assemble a fresh strike team,” he said, testing their weight in his hands, “Get a heavy assault agent in the southern sector---cut off their means of escape.”

“Will you... be joining us sir?” the Talon agent said hesitantly.

“I keep telling myself I’m too old to babysit you grunts, and yet you keep proving me wrong,” muttered Reaper, “Get me my strike team. Rendezvous at the northwestern sector.”

“U-understood, sir,” said the Talon agent.

---

The alarms were still blaring as Aedan and Rei hurried down the corridor towards the airfield.

“Do you have to keep doing that?” said Aedan.

Rei was extending her arm, the scarlet blade of the assassin’s gauntlets jutting out and shooting back into her gauntlet as she frowned at them. “Why wrist-mounted?” she muttered, her voice still a little vague from the fog of sedatives she was recovering from, “You need to be able to to let go of a blade if it gets caught in something... wrist-mounted for a blade this size is just dumb....”

“It’s assassin armor--it’s meant for quickly dispatching someone and getting out, not an extended fight,” said Aedan.

“My family’s been doing the assassin thing for centuries,” said Rei with a slight scoff, “I think I know what I’m talking about.”

“...so you are an assassin,” said Aedan, his hand unconsciously brushing against the biotic rig on his opposite wrist, but Rei shook her head.

“No, Dad and Uncle just taught me how to protect myself,” said Rei.

“Being able to tear through several armed Talon guards with nothing but an IV stand is a little more than ‘protecting yourself,’” said Aedan.

“It’s protecting me against Talon, isn’t it?” said Rei.

Aedan opened his mouth for a rebuttal, paused, then closed it at and glanced off.

Rei suddenly seemed alarmed and glanced over at Aedan. “About the ‘pencil-neck’ thing...” she started, “I...” she let the scarlet blade slide back into her gauntlet and folded her arms, “Your mom was right. I wasn’t going to do it. But I’m sorry.”

Aedan couldn’t really read her expression with the faceplate, but she was looking at the floor, her shoulders caving in a little.

“I wasn’t toying with you,” Aedan blurted out.

“What?” said Rei.

“When... I faded. I mean---When my mother said ‘Stop toying with her’ I wasn’t toying with you. Everything happened so fast it didn’t even occur to me that I could fade. I just thought---”

Aedan’s biofeed picked up a mass of green-highlighted bodies moving through the hall ahead and suddenly he hooked his arm in Rei’s and pulled her off to the side of the hallway, tucked into a doorway where they were just slightly out of sight as a contingent of Talon grunts and enforcers thundered through the halls.

“The trouble?” said Rei, looking at Aedan.

“Shh,” Aedan brought up a hand and Rei watched the Talon enforcers hurry by.

“Think maybe we should foll--” Rei started but instantly went dead silent at the sound of bootsteps, slower, more sure. A figure all in black swept around the corner and Rei’s breath caught in her throat. Reaper was bringing up the rear of the troop of guards, a lot slower than in his prime, but no less menacing. The black smoke of biotic decay bled off of him. Reaper nearly disappeared around the corner, but then paused. A bone white mask turned and stared down the hall at them both.

He knows, thought Aedan, He knows. He knows. He knows. He knows. He knows and we’re dead. We’re dead. We’re so very, very dead.

Aedan’s heart was pumping hard in his throat and ears. Rei’s fingers were digging tight into his arm as Reaper calmly regarded them. He glanced back at her, he could fear her breath shallow and claustrophobic behind the faceplate.

I’m sorry, he thought, I’m sorry, Rei. I was an idiot to think I could do this. I’m sorry I got your hopes up. It’s over---

It was then that Reaper broke his sight away from them and continued on after the troop of talon grunts, the smoke still trailing behind him. There were a few seconds of tense silence before Rei exhaled and her death-grip on his arm loosened as she slumped back on the wall behind her.

“That was too close,” she said very softly.

“...that was a lot more than close,” said Aedan.

“What?”

“We should keep moving.”

---

The alarms were blaring and the corridors were dark, but their team had been running missions like this for years. Jack was running mission schematics back on the Orca, with Tracer piloting it to keep it close to the facility for a quick pickup when given the signal. Within the facility, Mercy, Genji, Sombra, D.Va, Lúcio and Hanzo raced through the halls. Sombra and Hanzo were at the head of the pack, with Sombra activating her cloaking, running ahead and disabling security systems and sneaking around the guards when she could, disabling their comms, thinning their numbers, translocating back to the team to keep them updated on Rei’s position.

“Moving---?? Why is she moving!?” said Mercy, “Where are they taking her??”

“Airfield, looks like,” said Sombra.

“They wouldn’t know it’s us this quickly, would they?” said Mercy.

Sombra sighed, “Look, since I defected, I haven’t been able to keep as close tabs on what Talon does and doesn’t know. For the sake of the mission and for Rei’s sake, let’s assume they know and they’re moving her. Which means we need to move as well.” With that she hurled a translocator forward to meet back up with Hanzo.

Mercy gave a glance over to Genji. His movements had smoothed significantly since the mission started, but that could be chalked up to adrenaline. Jack was right, they were emotionally compromised, and she felt the anxiety in every fiber of her muscles, yet at the same time it drove her forward--a fear and a fury that pushed all exhaustion to a mere afterthought as they raced through the corridors of the Talon lab facility.

“Look out!” shouted D.Va, blasting past them as a flood of Talon guards rounded the corner.

“Kuso,” muttered Genji under his breath as he drew several shuriken with a flick of his wrist. An enforcer who was closing in on him was suddenly knocked back by a soundwave.

“Follow the signal and keep going forward!” shouted Lúcio, “We’ll catch up!”

Mercy and Genji exchanged glances before sprinting headlong through the fight, behind D.Va, the Meka carving a path for them through the swarm of talon guards before stopping short.

Both Genji and Mercy peeked out on either side of the Meka. A dark figure with a bone-white mask materialized from smoke at the end of the hall. In a heartbeat Genji had his wakizashi drawn.

“Reaper,” Mercy’s voice was hushed.

In a flash of purple, Sombra appeared alongside D.Va and pointed her gun at Reaper.

“Go,” Sombra looked to the others, “Get to Hanzo. I’ll handle him.”

“Are you sure?!” Mercy started.

“No time for sure! Go!” said Sombra. With a wave of her hand, Genji’s visor suddenly flashed purple, facility schematics and Rei’s location showing on the HUD of his visor. Mercy craned her neck over the crowd of Talon agents and just past Reaper where Hanzo was currently stuck in a game of cat and mouse with a Talon sniper. Mercy wrapped her arms around Genji from behind and shoved off the ground with her feet, her Valkyrie wings spreading as both she and Genji shot through the crowd, Mercy barely keeping her grip on Genji as he shot out a fan of shuriken to force Talon agents out of their way.

“Lúcio, D.Va, keep those guards off me! I’ll keep Reaper busy!” Sombra shouted as Mercy and Genji shot off towards Hanzo and out of the thick of the fight. Mercy twisted in mid-air and hurled Genji forward. Genji drew his wakizashi in mid-air and slashed and tackled the sniper before pouncing off of her and rolling to a stop, turning around just in time to see Hanzo finally dispatch the

In the midst of her flight, Mercy glanced out of the corner of her eye to see Reaper raising a gun toward them, only to be stop when a small object suddenly hit him in the side of the head. Reaper glanced down. He had barely registered the object that hit him as a translocator when Sombra suddenly materialized in a purple flash with a hard kick to the stomach that sent Reaper rocking back several steps.

“We need to talk, Gabe,” said Sombra, holding her SMG up to his mask as the Shimada-Ziegler family took off out of the fight and down the hall.

----

“Biofeed’s picking up four grunts....” Aedan touched his fingers to his temple and squinted, trying to make out the mass of glowing green shapes through the walls, “Two enforcers, and one Heavy in the hangar. We’re just going to walk right past them so act natural.”

Rei looked down at herself.

“Assassin natural,” Aedan added, “Like... hunch over more and make your breathing... ragged and... grunty.”

“What’s wrong with your assassins?” Rei asked.

“If we had three hours, I could go into it, but we do not,” said Aedan, opening the door to the hangar.

The group of Talon agents wasn’t in their immediate line of sight as they entered the hangar. The hangar was far less claustrophobic than the halls of the lab facility, but with that openness came a clear feeling of vulnerability. Rei looked around at the various slightly skeletal structures of Dropships and other vehicles either being repaired or cannibalized to repair other ships, and the various crates from different shipments. As the two of them walked out from a pallet of crates, they saw the group of Talon agents. Three of the grunts and one of the enforcers were playing cards, one of the enforcers was polishing his shotgun, the Heavy Assault unit was reading with another grunt leaning over his shoulder. Rei paused, only briefly, staring at the heavy assault unit.

Shit, she’s never seen a Talon heavy assault, has she? thought Aedan. The size alone was enough to make anyone stare, but Rei managed to catch herself and resumed walking. Good, thought Aedan, as they crossed across the hangar and headed towards a steel door that would lead out to the airfield, Just a little bit further---

“Oi. You got clearance?” a voice cut across the hangar. Rei nearly paused but Aedan kept walking and Rei followed suit.

“HEY!” the voice called after them, “Talking to you, Labtech! You and your assassin dog got clearance?”

“‘Dog?’” Rei repeated under her breath but quickly went silent.

Aedan calmly turned on his heel to see the enforcer who had been polishing his shotgun was standing up, “Someone needs to make sure all the dropships are accounted for with the current breach,” Aedan said, “You know...make sure you’re doing your job?”

“...yeah I call bull,” said the enforcer. The Heavy Assault unit alongside him glanced up from his book to look at them.

Aedan and Rei exchanged glances. Aedan could feel himself sweating, he could feel his breath fogging nervously on the inside of his labtech mask.

“Masks off and state your serial numbers,” said the enforcer, cocking his shotgun.

“I--How dare you,” said Aedan, “Do you have any idea who I am or whose orders I’m acting o--”

“If I did, taking off the mask wouldn’t be a problem,” said the enforcer, closing the distance between them, shotgun in hand, “But with the comms down, you’ve got no one backing up your word---”

“Comms are down?” Aedan repeated.

“Comms are down,” Rei said softly.

 The enforcer’s head swiveled toward her, “Since when do Assassins use words---?”

Rei lunged forward and punched the enforcer hard in the solarplexus before seizing the barrel of the shotgun and smacking him across his helmet with it before dipping low and using him as a meat shield as the rest of the Talon agents opened fire on them.

“Are you insane?!” Aedan shouted as he leapt behind several steel crates for cover.

“No comms means no backup!” Rei shouted at him, charging forward with the enforcer’s armored boots sparking along the ground with her sprint before she shoved him into one of the grunts, ducked down to avoid the fire of another enforcer’s shotgun, before dipping low again and kicking out the enforcer’s legs from underneath him before throwing him into two of the grunts. “Come on! I can’t do this alone!”

“Oh for---” Aedan started, but he heard the whirring of twin miniguns warming up and then swore under his breath as he dipped out from behind the crates, faded, set his biotic rig to ‘sap’ and tackled one of the grunts from behind, gripping the side of the grunt’s neck and drawing the strength from his body before he slumped to the ground unconscious.

“One down!” shouted Aedan.

“That’s great!” shouted Rei, who currently had her legs wrapped around one grunt’s neck in a choke hold while holding another grunt’s gun pointed toward the ceiling with one arm, and punching him repeatedly with the other.

“Ninjas...” muttered Aedan, before looking to see the Heavy assault agent hauling up his miniguns, “Look out!”

Rei let out a shriek before leaping off of the talon grunt in a graceful backflip, extending the scarlet blades of her assassin gauntlets in mid-air and deflecting the hail of pulsefire that the heavy assault unit was now hammering down upon her. For a moment in mid air she was just a mass of rapidly moving red light and yellow sparks of deflecting pulsefire, but for all the impressiveness of it, she still wasn’t used to the gauntlets. A round caught her in the shoulder and she grunted, hit the ground in a tumble, the sheathing the blades of her gauntlets, and scrambled out of the way of the fire, taking cover behind a dropship frame.

“Shit,” Aedan faded over to her cover to and crouched next to her, she was breathing hard, gripping her shoulder. Aedan set his biotic rig to ‘heal.’

“Here, let me---” He extended a hand toward her.

“It’s okay,” she grunted and her breath shuddered a little, “I-I’ve got this---”

“You got shot,” said Aedan.

“I know but---” Rei took a steadying breath, “Hey uh... don’t freak out at what happens next, okay?”

Aedan huffed. “I think I’m well past freaking out at this point,” he said, forcing a smile.

Rei smiled a little too, then closed her eyes. A bright yellow light suddenly flared off of her upper back and massed around her shoulders, shaping itself into something scaly and snakelike that spiraled around her as she rose to her feet. She opened her eyes--no pupils, no deep gray irises, no sclera, just yellow light. She looked at him, the dragon roiling around her, a mass of energy and fury.

“What the fuck,” was all that escaped Aedan.

“I’ll draw their fire. Flank and subdue them,” said Rei, the dragon coiling around her arms as she unsheathed the red assassin blades of her gauntlets and dove out from behind the dropships frame, tackling one of the talon grunts moving to flank them and slicing his gun in half with an assassin blade before sheathing the blade and knocking him out with a solid dragon-wrapped punch. Two grunts down now. They had more of a chance.

“Oh shit--that’s the asset---” one of the enforcers started as Rei rounded the side of the dropship frame and started sprinting towards them

“My name is Rei!” Rei’s voice was half-drowned out by a dragon’s roar as she slashed out with the assassin’s blades.

---

“A kid, Gabe?!” Sombra was shouting, “A goddamn kid!?”

It was all Reaper could do just to go into wraith form and avoid the worst of Sombra’s fire as she chased him down the hall. Every time he tried to return fire she would either translocate and flank him or turn invisble altogether and disappear. Still, he was glad he had called in the heavy assault agent--most of his Talon guards had either retreated to a more easily defensible position or were subdued, without that heavy keeping D.Va and Lúcio busy, the fight would easily be three on one.

“You’re taking this much more personally because of Amélie--” Reaper started.

“Yes! Yes I am! You hated what they did to Amélie just as much as I did!” Sombra kept trying to get a lock on him with her free hand, trying to hack him, to disrupt his nanites so she could take him down. This was the same woman who saw his arm fall off years ago, who had pleaded with Jack Morrison to help him.

“It wasn’t my decision---” Reaper started.

“You could have stopped it!” Sombra finally got a bead on him as soon as he got out of wraith form, and with a few deft motions of her fingers, his body was a roiling mass of nanites on the fritz and tissue struggling to maintain its structural integrity.

“You think they would have bothered asking me?” said Reaper trying to avoid her fire as best he could, though some pulsefire just whipped through him like water with his body partially decomposing.

“You’re on Akande’s stupid council, you should know!” snapped Sombra, holding her SMG up to his face.

“Uh--Sombra?” Lúcio called from down the hall.

“What!?” Sombra whirled around on her heel, to see D.Va, Lúcio, and even the Talon heavy assault standing still and staring down the hall. Between D.Va’s Meka and the heavy assault unit, it was hard to tell what they were looking at, but once Sombra ceased firing her gun, a sound in the air became clearer. It was a wet, wretched sucking sound. “...Moira?” Sombra said, recalling the sounds of one of Moira’s spheres of biotic decay.

It was not Moira. There was a mass of black, like a flood of ink, going down the hall, it was like liquid and at the same time not. Sometimes it formed into solid masses and then broke down again as it surged forward---a smoking black flux in a state of perpetual freeze and thaw and life.

“Run,” said Reaper.

“Gabe? What are those?” said Sombra as the mass of amorphous black and purple blobs surged across the floor.

“Run!” Reaper snarled, attempting to shadow step but only finding his body giving off excess biotic decay. He took off in a run.

“Hey!” Sombra took off after him, with Lúcio and D.Va racing behind them. Lúcio pivoted on his hard-light skates to get a better look at the amalgams as the Talon heavy assault blasted away at them with his miniguns.

“What are those things!?” D.Va shouted, hammering away at her Meka’s thrusters.

Lúcio’s eyes widened at the smoke of biotic decay rising off of them, “They look kind of familiar...” he said, watching as the Talon heavy assault blasted away around his feet as black flooded around him, barely keeping the amorphous blobs away, “Kind of remind you of Reaper, right?” he looked over at D.Va. A handlike mass of black ichor flailed out from the aggregation of black and snatched at Lúcio’s heel, “Woah!” He instinctively leapt back and glided along the wall to avoid them.

“I don’t want to look at them any more than I have to,” said D.Va, suddenly shrieking and jerking off to the side as black splashed against the viewport of her meka before thrusting forward again.

“Nanite amalgams. Talon made them to research my condition,” said Reaper.

Sombra stared after him as they both continued to race down the hall. “Talon made babies of you!? Has this organization gone completely off the rails since Widow and I left!?”

“Do those things look like babies!?” Reaper snapped, “Moira said they’re more like--like coral colonies, except made from my tissue and nanites.”

A horrible yell came down the hall and Sombra looked over her shoulder to see the heavy assault unit previously blasting away at the nanite amalgams now caught up to his waist in black as he desperately fired on the nanite amalgams still flooding down the hall, bellowing in pain.

“Coral colonies don’t do that, Gabe!” shouted Sombra.

“Just keep running,” said Reaper.

----

As deadly as Hanzo had proven, getting through the various troops of guards was slowing down the Shimada-Ziegler family more than they’d like. Hanzo was doing his best to thin the various troops of grunts and enforcers that hurried their way, but without Sombra’s SMG, Genji and Mercy found themselves embroiled in short skirmish after short skirmish. A swift strike from Genji took out an enforcer and brought them brief reprieve to keep moving forward, 

Mercy paused to catch her breath in the brief pause in combat, then her head jerked at the sound of gunfire and screaming far down the hall where Sombra was fighting Reaper. For a moment she was torn between maternal instinct and her years of instincts as a combat medic. If the team was in danger she had to get to them, but then she heard a grunt slightly closer to her and her head swiveled to see Genji buckling over, his hand braced against the wall.

“Genji--!” she hurried over to him and switched on her caduceus staff.

“I’m fine,” said Genji, “Just..” he winced, “Just a stitch.”

“You shouldn’t be straining yourself like this after that EMP...” Mercy touched the side of his faceplate as he eased up with the stream of biotics that now issued forth from her staff. Genji brought his hand over hers, holding it to his faceplate.

“I have to make this right... We have to get her back,” he said softly. He seemed to pull himself back to the present and brought his hand to the side of his helmet, his visor flashing purple briefly. “She’s almost to the airfield.”

“So there’s no time to waste,” said Hanzo as Genji pushed off of the wall, he scoweled at the sound of more talon armored boots thundering down the hall, “Ready yourselves. The enemy approaches.”

“Rei doesn’t have time for this! My suneschii...” Mercy pushed her hair back from her face as she held her caduceus blaster ready, “She must be terrified...”

“Knowing Talon she’s probably not even conscious,” said Hanzo.

-----

In the hangar, Rei was screaming. 

Aedan was also screaming. 

Both were screaming, more out of fury and panic than pain.

 The other six talon agents were unconscious and all was left was the Heavy assault unit. Aedan had somehow managed to fade, leap off some crates and wrap his arms around the heavy’s massive neck guard and was being whipped around, his skinny legs flailing, as the Heavy assault unit fired his one remaining minigun on Rei, who was furiously deflecting but trying not to hit Aedan while doing so. The minigun briefly spun into a cooldown and Rei charged forward, only to be knocked back hard by the Heavy’s massive fist. She flew back, hitting the shipping crates behind her so hard the steel buckled with her impact, the dragon flared around her as she groaned. The faceplate of her assassin’s helmet had cracked.

“Rei!” Aedan shouted and then angrily jammed his hand into the heavy’s neck guard, using his biotic rig to sap as much energy out of the behemoth as he could. The Heavy suddenly brought his free arm up, seized Aedan by the back of his labcoat and yanked him forward, suspending Aedan by the labcoat as he brought his one working minigun back up and held it a few inches from Aedan’s face. Aedan was desperately undoing the front clasps of his labcoat to slip out of it and drop down to the ground, but his fingers fumbled with panic as the minigun started whirring again. The low chuckle escaped the heavy but that was suddenly cut off by the sound of slicing and a bellow of pain from the Heavy and Aedan glanced down to see Rei, brandishing both assassin blades. She had cut deep across the back of the heavy’s legs, and the heavy fell to his knees as Aedan yanked off the capacitator of his biotic rig and jammed both his hands against the heavy’s faceplate. Aedan let out a yell, feeling every nanite in his body breathe and buzz as the black smoke of a biotic grip spiraled up both his arms, flooding him with the Heavy’s life force. The Heavy was still bellowing in pain and trying to bring his minigun back up, only to find Rei had jammed her assassin blade into it and ripped out the belt of pulsefire bullets. The minigun spun uselessly as the Heavy finally dropped Aedan and collapsed forward.

“Look out!” Rei tackled Aedan out of the way of the collapsing heavy and both were panting on the ground next to the heavy’s fallen form. Rei was on top of him, exhausted. The dragon dissolved off of her in a way that reminded Aedan of the way sand and salt sparkled gold in seawater. 

“Thanks,” Aedan was panting, “Thanks for the save... and the... other save...” 

“Ninja,” was all Rei managed to say, and a sputter of out-of-breath chuckles escaped Aedan.

Rei’s muscles were twitching slightly as she braced her hands against the cement floor and pushed off of him, then held a hand out him. He took her hand and she pulled him to upright sitting position. She pulled off the cracked faceplate of the Talon assassin armor, then pulled off the whole helmet, running a hand through her dark hair. “You weren’t so bad yourself back the--” she cut herself off and her eyes widened as she looked at his face.

“What?” said Aedan.

“You’ve uh...” Rei motioned at her face, “You’ve got a little...” She pointed underneath her nose.

Aedan wiped underneath his nose and looked at the back of his hand, where there was a black smudge.

“Uh... under the left eye, too,” said Rei. Aedan felt a wetness beneath his left eye, wiped his cheek, and found more smudges of black on his fingertips.

“...That’s not blood,” said Rei.

“I’m fine, really. It’s just nanite secretions,” said Aedan, “It happens when I absorb excessive amounts of biotic energy.”

“Okay... that’s... kind of gross.”

“It’s sterile,” said Aedan with a shrug, “Sorry... didn’t mean to frighten you.”

Rei just gave an exhausted huff and smiled, “I’ve seen much scarier things than you, Aedan,” said Rei with a smile before standing up and holding a hand out to him.

Aedan took her hand and was rising to his feet when a clear voice with a posh Dublin accent cut across the hangar, “My dear, you haven’t seen anything yet.”

 Aedan and Rei turned toward the source of the voice and at the end of the hangar, a slim figure in black and violet stepped toward them. There was red hair, streaked with white, and the same heterochromatic eyes as Aedan, though one was framed by a silver half-mask. She stood a ways away from them, but even with the distance her height was impressive as she stepped past several of the collapsed Talon guards with a clear look of disappointment on her face.

“Moira...” Rei’s voice was hushed.

“Mum?” said Aedan.

“I believe we need to discuss your recent behavior, Aedan,” said Moira, a violet sphere alighting on her long fingernails with a flick of her wrist.

[itsakurl]

My Reason | LTY

Genre: fluff, angsty  [warning: suicidal mentions]

Word Count: 2130

highschool!AU

Part 1: Just a quick errand

Part 2: Unordinary school day

Part 3: Reminiscing

“ You know...You miss him like hell.  Even though you two still talk...you haven't seen him since graduation.  You’ve just been traveling too much the past year that you weren't able to go back home where he was working his ass off as a singer.  You were happy for him though, that he was able to follow his dreams. “

ITSA FINALE!! MAKE SURE TO READ PARTS 1 AND 2 BEFORE YOU CONTINUE.  IF YOU HAVE THEN ENJOY!

It's been one year.  A whole year since you graduated out of that hell of a high school.   What had adulthood been like to you? Well, it’s better….you’ve become more confident, independent, and happier.  A whole new world for you……Okay, you admit….youve rewatched Alladin too many times over the years.  The soundtrack is starting to get to you.  

Well, nevermind that.  You were taking a trip into the hillsides of Japan.  Since you graduated, you decided you just wanted to take a trip.  A trip somewhere nice to where you’ll actually enjoy your time there.  Your parents were moving back to your old neighborhood where you grew up to retire and so you sold the majority of your things to be able to go on the trip, of course with the help from your parents.

The mountains beautifully inclined through your walking path as you continued step by step.  Tall trees overhead blocked the sun, letting small little snippets of light pass through the leaves creating the lit up the pathway.  

It's cherry blossom season.  Well, that's what the Old lady that saw you at the base of the hillside told you.  You stood still.  Looking up at the cherry blossom tree that happened to pass your way.  There you stood, staring at the tree as people walked around you.  After each passing wind, more and more cherry blossom petals fell from it...but you kept your stance.

Its been a Year.  A year since you and him went your separate ways.  Just a big ceremony could change a whole lifetime.  One moment you two are happy, ready to move on with your lives...and then you two are there, crying your eyes out as you walk out of the event.  

You still stared at the cherry blossom tree.  The petals still falling from all wi-

“Excuse me! Miss! Do you know where the shop is?” A young man that looked to be somewhere in his late twenties along with who seemed to be his wife and toddler.  “We tried to find it for the past thirty minutes...but we haven't even stumbled upon it yet…”  The wife spoke as she managed to get your attention by the crying baby.  

You were lucky to have passed the shop that was a few feet down the hill so you couple helps the lost family.  “Hmm..oh yeah, follow me” you started to lead them with no more words of explanation.  At least you’re doing them some good.

You know...You miss him like hell.  Even though you two still talk...you haven't seen him since graduation.  You’ve just been traveling too much the past year that you weren't able to go back home where he was working his ass off as a singer.  You were happy for him though, that he was able to follow his dreams.  One of his group members was from Japan and a couple of them were from China, so everywhere you went for your year-long trip...there was some talk about him.  It felt weird though.  You would see his picture in a few magazines and a couple of ads when you walked down the big cities in the places you visit.  

You weren't forgotten though...he still talks to you as much as he can, as well as calls you and face times you to catch up on each other’s lives...but why do you feel like that's not enough?!  Its been so long since you were able to see him face to face.  To talk to him in person...to hear him, to see him, to touch him.  To hear his soothing words that made you happy, the soft pats and hugs that perked you up when you were down...all of that, you missed.  Why did it ever have to en-

“Thank you, miss! Have a good day!” there it was.  The giant gift shop that held endless things.... it's a pretty big store….how in the hell did they place it on the side of a hill? The world may never know.  A gush of wind passed you, making you shiver.  

There it was again.  Another cherry blossom, now landing directly into your hand.  That's odd...maybe it's global warming….haha okay, but yeah, the cherry blossom thingy was weird, but its pretty….just a small perfect cherry blossom, touched by only the gushing wind.  You’re going to keep it.  

It's too pretty to throw away.

You headed back to your hotel, placing the cherry blossom on the desk in the corner of the room as you collapsed on your bed, passing out from the exhaustion that built into you.

-

There you were.  Staring once more at the dead cherry blossom flower that lay on your desk.  Would it have survived if you put it on water? You were never the flower fanatic anyways.  Death is something.  Maybe the flower was bound to die, but why so quickly?  It was just spring and the cherry blossoms are falling, one by one...dying as soon as they touch the ground.

They don't die on the tree.  That's the beauty of it you guessed….people only see them on the as they bloom new beautiful flowers...after they fall, no one cares about them.  They just die as winter comes until they reminisce the flowers that were there before.

It was too stuffy in your hotel room anyways.  You need to get food and the closest store was a few blocks away.  It was 11:36 am...it was almost lunch so you really should get something to eat.  Food, utensils, and a drink...that all you need right? Yes.  Okay, Lets Do This!

The convenience store, that is 7-11 because that place is great, was surprisingly huge.  It's like a whole target in a convenience store.  No one had noticed you come in, which was good...you were still in decent clothes...the ones you slept in yeah, so its better for people not to notice you right?

You walked through the aisles of the 7-11 and stumbled upon the huge, wait sorry….the HUGE ramen section you’ve ever seen.  Now that you think about it, why haven't you come to this 7-11 since you’ve been in Japan? You missed out on so many opportunities omg.

There it was.  You’re favorite Ramen that you and Taeyong used to eat every time he would come over to your house after school...Yeah, you knew it was unhealthy...but it was just spending time with him that mattered, not the ramen.  Even though the ramen was delicious.

Is that it? Is that all you came for? Oh god, now the cashiers are going to notice you. They are going to know that you just woke up because of how horrible you look, and including that you're only going to buy ramen?! That's an unhealthy lifestyle that you really don't want people to know….oh no! Okay, you should put the rame back.  There are salads...make you look healthy...wait, it might look like you’re trying too ha-

“Excuse me, ma’am..is there anything I can help you with?”  dammit, someone noticed you.

“N-no thank you...it goes-” Wait...why did that voice sound so familiar? You stared at your ramen for a good second until you turned your head towards the person who just asked the question.  After that, it seemed like time stopped.  

“T.Taeyong!?” He smirked at your reaction as he took the ramen out of your hand.  “I haven't eaten this in awhile, you mind buying me on-” You attacked him with your hug that added your love and affection.  That man was stuck in your head for months...It's not like you to just stand there and give him a simple hello until he was on his way out of your life.

“I missed you too y/n..”Taeyong patted your head after he hugged the life out of you.  

“Why are you here?”

“What?! You don't want your best friend here! I'm hurt”

“NO! I mean...i thought you were promoting in Korea...that's all”

“Well, the managers finally gave me a vacation...so, I came here”  Taeyong grabbed about 6 ramen cups and placed it into your hands.  “Six? Are you trying to kill us?”  You weren't that concerned about the amount of ramen, but like, Taeyong was now one of those ‘Popular Lovie Dovie kpop idols girls scream for’ and you don't want to the be witness to him ruining his health.

“Shh! We are spending quality time together AND ramen is going to be our life support”  He paid for it at least…

You and Taeyong spent the whole day together.  The truth was that the whole NCT U came on a trip to Japan for Yuta, but he had to come to you since he missed you like hell...who would’ve known amirite?  Anyways, You and Taeyong just laying on top of one another, watching sappy romance movies as you gobbled down your ramen and even ordered room service.  You two missed these days.  The days when you two could just spend together and not give two shits about the next day.  You and Taeyong were the unstoppable two, and you knew it.

“Do you remember that day I called sick into work to just spent time with you?” Taeyong spoke up as you lay on his chest, watching the romanticized date that played in those ‘top grossing’ movies that randomly popped up on Netflix.  

“Hmm… yeah, why?”  

“Did I ever tell you that my boss caught me when I was running home and made me do the closing shift?”

“What really? You should of went to work!” you shouted, lightly slapping his chest until you realized something, furrowing your eyebrows, “wait...didnt I call you to hang out? Why did you call in sick?”

“I was thinking about you, that's why…”

“Aww, you care” you smiled as you hugged him.  “Of course I do...anyways, what were you doing that made you call me?”  it was now or never… it's not like this was worse than anything else you did for him to deal with.

“Writing...a note.” Taeyong hugged you, indicating that you didn't have to further explain the note.  “You were...the reason I guess…”

“The reason?”

“Yeah...you, Taeyong, was my reason.  You know, my reason to stay, my reason to not leave… If you never helped me that day oof...what would have happened?”

“That carl, that random old dude at the store that looked like a complete profile, would have helped you and steal you from me”

“Yeah exactly” you two laughed,  you were happy.  And specifically, you were happy with your best friend by your side.  

All those movies, shows, books you watched and read, you could ask for any happy ending in them...the one you had now was all you could ask for.  It doesn't matter if you would have died.  If Taeyong became your boyfriend.  Even if you went any different path with your life...all that could make you happy was now, and you accomplished it.

The time you spent with Taeyong at the park the day after you two first met, you felt something.  At the time, you couldn't figure out what it could be, but now you know.  It took you a year to figure things out...but that's the time sacrifice.

You felt love.  Love for Taeyong, love for your life, love for you.  You were able to create this passion to live that previously died inside of you.  Taeyong was there to help spark it, but you were the one who needed to make the fire inside you bigger.

The Cherry blossom is a symbol of Beauty.  The beauty of life that is short.  That's why after each petal falls, it dies almost immediately.  But there's always that one person who would replant those cherry blossoms, restating a beautiful life one more for the spring.

The cherry blossoms are here for beauty.  They die once they fall… but in the worst, their reason for living are those who plant them…

You are here for changing the world for the better good.  One of these days you’ll feel out of place like you don't belong... But even in your worst, you’ll find your reason...

[autistic-council-spectre]

CHARACTERS: abrudas, sparatus, tevos, garrus, and nihlus ;)

gleefully rubs my little paws together Yes A Good Askso much of this got rambly n vaguely weird tho rip i apologize for my entire existence Abrudas:-how I feel about this character: lt valis abrudas is the most beautiful and wonderful turian in canon she could break me in half and id thank her tbqh -all the people I ship romantically with this character: b4 i met saren id probably have shrugged but listen,,,desabrudas is a good ship and now im stuck forever in rarepair hell there is No Escape-my non romantic OTP for this character: mmm saren like u Can't convince me that hanging with des and dating him she Somehow wouldn't become friends and a sister like figure?? lies all of it they r good friends and family especially after everything goes sideways -my unpopular opinion for this character: honestly,,,half the fandom doesn't know she even exists so like (: Fuck can it be that she should have showed up in me3 as a special  edition 2 everything bc honestly -one thing I wish would have happen/had happened with this character in canon: SO MANY OKAY SO MANY BUT LIKE OKAY SO there's this one part in the comics where one of timmys asshole friends says some?? nonsense that's rlly gross an racist+sexist so lol it was Bad and honestly,,, valis should have just fuckin beat him up doesn't matter she was in cuffs she should have torn him a new one tbh fuck him+u can't,,u can't convince me it didn't happen off screen shhSparatus:-how I feel about this character: DOES NOT GET ENOUGH LOVE+DID NOTHING WRONG IN LIFE thank u goodnight -all the people I ship romantically with this character: his lovely wife teia!! they r adorable old birbs and they are in lurve -my non romantic OTP for this character: val + sparatus like canon even agrees they have p similar views tbh?? so i feel like they'd be pretty friendly an pick on the new ppl together an conspire against anderson/udina when they take the council seat -my unpopular opinion for this character: he has done nothing wrong??? ever??? let him sleep??? like ya okay my knee jerk reaction was also wow he's being so mean to shep >:///  but once u use ur thinker u realize that hey!!! u sound bonkers!! and he's literally doing his job so like,,,let him sleep and stop being a dick with the ah yes reapers joke it's old and gross + ALSO PLS DONT SHIP HIM AND SHEP FUCK like that's gross on,,,so many levels,,,i could write u a small essay on the Fuck Ton of reasons why -one thing I wish would have happen/had happened with this character in canon: teia needs to show up so she can smoorch sparatus on the cheek pls he is very stressed+needs some affection bioware where is his beautiful wifeTevos:-how I feel about this character: the Mom Friend tm i love her she's totally the responsible one on the council -all the people I ship romantically with this character: humms honestly her an aria r kinda cute together tbh?? but that's mostly from art ive seen idk much about the ship itself But i do have a lil sorta oc for her that im still working on fleshing out all the way,,i do figure tho she'd be kinda private about it bc of both council stuff+a general preference to keep her private life just that -my non romantic OTP for this character: honestly i kinda feel like tevos and teia would end up being friends and bonding?? like idk why they just seem like they'd make good fronds and go out for cups of coffee after work 2 indulge in lil bits of gossip and general chatting -my unpopular opinion for this character: so everyone is also rlly salty about the thing where she's like yo we can't rlly help you out until you help us and like??? honestly it's understandable that she didn't wanna help the humans out without getting some assistance in return like even ppl in little every day situations do that so like :// can ppl pls let the council do their job got dang -one thing I wish would have happen/had happened with this character in canon: mmm okay so ignore my lack of memory rip but i rlly wish they had explored a bit more about the conspiracy with the matriarchs thing like??? did she know a lot did she not know Did canon explain this and i forgot?? did she like do things willingly or nah?? give me the answers bioware  Garrus:-how I feel about this character: SHAPED LIKE A FRIEND like listen,,he's huge as fuck+could prob kick me across the room on accident but he is shaped like a friend -all the people I ship romantically with this character: i am Really Fucking fond of shakarian honestly, him an tali kinda but some of it feels rlly forced so it's like??? conflicted noises :/ AND SAREN GOT ME TO SHIP HIM AND TASORA send help,, garrus needs more hands 4 his gfs-my non romantic OTP for this character: mm i rlly like the idea of him and wrex and ash all bonding and being friendly?? an getting over their own misgivings of each other and just aaa give it 2 me bioware i need friends bonding -my unpopular opinion for this character: tbh no one seems 2 rlly point out that garrus was also p racist in the beginning too? like everyone likes 2 do the whole Space Racist Ash bit, which is a whole nother thing i could get into rip, and is conveniently quiet when u point out garrus said some fucked up stuff :// like don't get me wrong i luv my boy but like?? he's not a 100% pure cinnamon roll who's done nothing wrong -one thing I wish would have happen/had happened with this character in canon: shrug emoji honestly im p happy with how his stuff went tbh from what im remembering?? i mean i do kinda wish he got more closure for the deaths of his omega squad mates bc i don't rlly remember him getting much??? pls get some help my sonNihlus:-how I feel about this character: yes hi hello i am adorable u should look @my face more often But Seriously i rlly love him?? esp since he basically saw saren “tiny ball of anger and asocial behaviors” arterius and went That One, That One Is My New Best Friend-all the people I ship romantically with this character: my name is nihlus kryik and i!!! am really!!! fucking gay for saren arterius!!! thank you 4 coming to my ted talk -my non romantic OTP for this character: mmmMMM avitus tbh mainly because i remember us Bonding over saren “im going to biotically punch this mech in the face and refuse to see a doctor after for my broken hand” arterius being our mentor and friend-my unpopular opinion for this character: mmm i guess it's less of him as a character and more how the fandom views him But Like??? nihlus isn't scared of saren wtf???? like ya okay sure the initial HOLY SHIT saren arterius is interacting with me?? talking to me?? holyshitholyshit mildly intimidated would have happened but once he got used to him like,,he'd have just accepted sarens mildly odd ways and difficulty in interacting at times and rolled with it + activated Mom Friend Mode tm around him-one thing I wish would have happen/had happened with this character in canon: anyways original canon is a lie and nihlus lived+smooched saren when he saw him at eden prime bc he is a gay nerd who's first response 2 seeing his bf is to do a kiss  

[absolutestyles]

bloom drabble: to be a king beside you somehow    

Anonymous asked:                                                                     Ah! request! Maybe celebrating Harry or Rosie's birthday?

since we’ve seen rosie’s birthday at the end of bloom -- i gave u harry’s. also in his pov - which is rare. takes place february 2016, the first time celebrating his birthday together, after the end of bloom. this is short n messy but i enjoyed writing it nonetheless. will take a few more requests n maybe pick one or two before the end. let me know if u like :-)

February 2016

My entire body senses her before she even touches me.

When she finally does touch me – extending her hands upward my bare chest, landing just below my collarbones – all of the hair on my body stands. Her feeling. Her breath hits my lips before she whispers, “Keep your eyes closed, Harry.”

I oblige but I feel something silky falling from her frame that touches my skin and I groan. “Rosie…”

“Shh,” She kisses me once, just barely, letting our lips pass one another as if they’re shoulders in a crowded corridor. Something touches my face, just above the bridge of my nose, before it lands above my eyes. It’s a silky material, feeling alike to whatever she has on her frame, and she lifts my head to tie it. I laugh, and she does too, but she hushes me again. “Laughter is making this incredibly unsexy.”

“Okay,” I say through a breathy attempt to withdraw my need to laugh. She is endearing. Beyond it. “I’m sorry.”

She sits just above my hips and I feel the warmth radiating off of her skin. It sets me on fire. Again, her hands follow her previous trail up my chest before her lips touch my ears. “It’s midnight, Harry.”

I hum, blindly guiding my hands to her hips. The warmth of her skin in contrast to the cold material of the silk that she wears makes my insides quiver. She shifts above me, moving her hips in a way that has breaths escaping my lips beyond my will, before she’s gone entirely. I groan again. I listen to her shuffle around my room for well over three minutes. There is pure silence apart from her movement and despite my desire to pull the cover from my eyes, I find myself more endeared (and really fucking turned on) than anything. After another few moments of shuffling, my bed shifts and she is above me again.

“Okay,” She whispers. “Take it off now.”

I grin. “You sure, boss?”

“Harry, you’re ruining it,”

I laugh and pull at the tie around my head. When I can finally see again, I’m faced with Rosie – my beautiful heart – sitting on my lap in nothing but a silk robe holding a birthday cake. Behind her are black balloons, there has to be at least fifteen, touching the ceiling to my room. The lone candle on the cake flickers in front of her face, making the blue of her eyes shine in a way that quite literally stops my fucking breathing.

She smiles. It’s soft, and it’s sexy, and there could be a fire behind her but I wouldn’t look away.

“Happy birthday,” She says from behind the flame, extending the cake slightly. “You made it.”

I laugh and shift upward so that my back touches the headboard. I look at her again. “Rosie,” I reach out to touch her. Hands falling along the silk of the robe. Desperate to get inside. “Thank you.”

She hums, holding my hands away and nodding toward the cake. “Make a wish.”

I pull my lips in as I finally look away from her and at the cake. YOUR ♡ IS ART. The icing words on the cake are bold and surrounded by small, messy balloon drawings and I want to tell her that the only wish I’ll ever have for the rest of my fucking is life is this.

I don’t tell her, though, just blow out the candle and smile up at her when she sets it aside us. She leans down to kiss me again. I slip my hands beneath her robe and this time she doesn’t stop me. As I touch her, she breathes heavily against my lips. “I baked it myself.”

“Mm,” I hum, pressing my lips to her neck. I feel her pulse and it makes me shake. “My little baker.”

“Yeah,” She sighs, throwing her head back. She touches herself then, moving her hands to her chest where the robe is beginning to fall open. “I’ve got this from Triumph, thought of you,”

I pull away long enough to watch her slip the robe off of her shoulders. I am about to reach toward her, to touch her entirely, when she slips away and grabs the cake. “Hungry?”

I throw my head back against the headboard and groan. She laughs and I groan even more. “You’re cruel. It’s my birthday.”

“Yes, baby,” She gives me the softest smile I’ll ever see. “All day.”

Rosie reaches over to turn the radio on. The volume is low, Kings of Leon playing softly, and she pulls a spoon from her bag beside the bed. We share the cake and I try to enjoy it, because it’s quite good, but she’s sitting in front of me in nothing but her underwear and I swear I can’t fucking breathe.

“I see what you’re doing, and it’s cruel, because it’s my birthday,”

She throws her head back and laughs. It’s music. “Relax. Like I said, it’s midnight only. We’ve got all day. Don’t we?”

I grin, despite my efforts to appear bothered, and nod. “I’ve got forever if you want it.”

She tries to roll her eyes but she laughs loud. “Is that so?”

“Mm,” I hum, reaching out to swipe my thumb along her bottom lip. Frosting covers the skin and I bring it to my mouth. “Yes.”

She watches my mouth. Setting the cake aside, Rosie climbs up my body again and lies against me, closing her eyes. Into my neck, she whispers, “Happy birthday. I love you.”

She falls asleep before I do, pressed against me, and I listen to her breathe for a while. I look around my room and imagine her trudging through campus a quarter to midnight holding fifteen balloons and a cake. I love her in a way I never thought a person could.

I fall asleep to that thought.

 …

 I am drunk to the point where the lines are blurred but not inebriated to the point where I can’t recognize the game that she is playing.

Naturally, Niall and Zayn put together a party at their flat, buying enough alcohol to serve the country, and Rosie has been maintaining her look-but-don’t-touch guise since midnight. We woke together, and she slipped from my bed with skin that glows, but all that I got was the glide of her lips. I’ve been aching since.

She catches my eye from across the room, where she stands beside Lindsey, and pulls her bottom lip in. My grip on the neck of the bottle tightens when I take her in completely. She wears jeans that are black and tight, enunciating the shape of her, and I groan against my will when she drops the cap to the bottle she holds, bending down to pick it up.

Beside me, Zayn laughs. “What are you grunting about?”

“She’s a nightmare,” I nod toward Rosie who is no longer looking in my direction. “A complete fucking nightmare.”

Zayn raises his eyebrows. I groan again through a laugh. “Man, I love her.”

He pats my shoulder. “That’s what I like to hear.”

 …

  They sing Happy Birthday to me and then Niall accidentally shatters a bottle in the kitchen.

There’s a lot of glass and a little blood and I attempt to help but I am whisked away before I can even reach for a towel. Rosie wraps her two soft hands around only one of my arms and pulls me away, through the den, and out the front door.

“It’s technically still your birthday,” She says once we’ve stepped into the silence out of their flat. “You’ve no business cleaning up other people’s messes on your birthday.”

I look at my watch. “I’ve got about fifteen minutes until it’s not my birthday anymore.”

“Mm,” She hums, lacing our fingers and pulling me further away from their flat.

The brunt of winter brazenly touches us – a bitter cold wind consistent in the way the air moves – but I feel inescapable warmth just looking at her. The sky is dark, near black, scattered with stars giving off a glow in contrast to the old streetlights.

“I’ve been mean today,” She grins, pulling me into her embrace. “Haven’t I?”

I huff. “Straight up cruel.”

 “Your body,” She sighs, fingers reaching up to rest softly against my neck, “is awake and alive, right now. I can feel your pulse here and this, Harry, is where I wanted you.”

“Aching?” I arch an eyebrow, pulling away slightly to catch her eye. “Needy and aching?”

She laughs. “I slept loads yesterday. Slept through the night with you. That means that my body is awake and alive, right now, too. What I’m trying to say is, the next time I intend to sleep is tomorrow morning.”

“Rosie,” I laugh and pull her close. I kiss her once, twice, and then shake my head. “I’ll stay awake for an entire week if it means this.”

She grins and kisses me once. “I’ve got something to show you. Well, try to show you. It’s not your proper birthday present. I’ll give you that tomorrow. But they’re out tonight,” She looks up at the sky with her eyebrows pulled together. “Sort of.”

I hum. “What is it?”

She reaches into her back pocket and withdraws a folded up paper. She unfolds it and hands it to me. It’s a certificate.

“I… bought you a star.”

We laugh simultaneously but really it gets stuck somewhere in my throat because I am, day in and day out, being proved endlessly how much I am in love with this woman.

“There are undoubtedly thousands of other names registered under this same star,” She looks up again. “Wherever it is. But when you look at it, and when I look at it, it’s yours. You are my brightest light, Harry. I want to kick my own ass for saying that. But it’s true. I want you to always be reminded.”

She struggles with the map that was folded up with the certificate while she speaks and is squinting at the sky and when she parts her lips to say something else, I swallow the sound and press our mouths together.

“Thank you,” I tell her. “I love you. I love you a whole fucking lot.”

She grins up at me. “How about we head back to my room so you can show me?”

We stumble back down the road toward their flat together, pressed closely and tightly, and while en route to her building, all I can do is look at her lips and look at the sky.

 …

[seigyokus]

1.4 - The Cloud Obscuring the Star

Idolish Seven - Part 3, Chapter 1.4 For more Part 3 translations, click here!

Translation below the cut!

Tsukumo Ryou: Hello, Momo! Just the man I wanted to see! Momo: Lookin’ flamboyant as ever, Ryou-san. You know, if I were a crow I’d be going straight for those super flashy cuffs. Tsukumo Ryou: Ahaha! How terrifying! I guess I’ll have to pry that snaggletooth off before it turns into a beak– maybe I’ll set it on my desk as a decoration. Need some anesthesia? Momo: What’s the second son doing out here tonight? Earning pocket money? It’s rare to see you in a place like this. I mean, you’re probably up to no good, after all. Momo: You ought to cut ties with those bad apples and get a nice job instead. Be a good son. You’ve got a good face, and a good head on your shoulders, after all. Tsukumo Ryou: Oh, I’m just not compatible with interviewers, and haven’t been since my teens. I even got rejected from a university I was recommended into. All I did was answer their question about what I wanted to learn honestly. Momo: What’d you say? Tsukumo Ryou: “I’d like to learn how to be of significant use to people, instead of digging your grave.” Momo: Smart people sure are nice. I would’ve smacked you with a slipper first, then reject you. Tsukumo Ryou: Heheheh. How strict of you, Momo. Momo: Nah, you’re just rude. Tsukumo Ryou: You’re only kind to everyone because you love people. That’s why you pretend to get along with my parents and my older brother. But in reality, you hate them, don’t you? Tsukumo Ryou: After all, they’ve watched your friends and colleagues crumble apart and quit their work– more times than you can count. (1) Momo: It’s not like that at all~ They always take good care of me, and I love them a lot! Tsukumo Ryou: Splendid! That’s an idol’s smile, alright. Tsukumo Ryou: No more of this useless chatter– I have big news, Momo. You want to know what it is, don’t you? Momo: You just want to say it, don’t you? Tsukumo Ryou: Re:vale will become part of Tsukumo. As will TRIGGER and IDOLiSH7. Momo: ……. Momo: …Won’t that be difficult? Takanashi-san and us are one thing, but I don’t think Yaotome-san and Hoshikage-san would remain silent on this issue. Tsukumo Ryou: Yaotome is but a mere infant compared to Tsukumo. As for senile, old Hoshikage? I plan on annihilating him with a scandal. (2) Tsukumo Ryou: Doesn’t that excite you? The power dynamics in the entertainment industry will completely change. Momo: Yeah, that sends chills down my spine alright. So, who proposed this disturbing plan? Tsukumo Ryou: Hmm, I can’t seem to recall. It flew out of my head when I got smacked with a slipper. Momo: Aw, don’t be like that! I was kidding! Come on, tell Momo-chan. Your suit today is the best of the best! Tsukumo Ryou: Ahaha, thanks. I love it when you’re so determined, Momo. Let us discuss this some other time. Tsukumo Ryou: I’ll grill all of your favorite meats. The tongue of the cow, rib meat, and thick slabs of shoulder meat, woven in muscle fiber and fat. Tsukumo Ryou: Doesn’t that just make you salivate? I look forward to it. Bye-bye! See you again. Momo: ……. Momo: ……Seriously, just say tan, kalbi, and marbled sirloin……. I’ve completely lost my appetite…….

Official from Hoshikage Entertainment: Yuki-kun. May I introduce you to Natsume Minami? He will also be starring in “Mission.” Natsume Minami: It’s an honor to finally meet you, Yuki-san. I look forward to working with you. Yuki: Thanks. Natsume Minami: Haha…. It’s just as the rumors say. There’s a particular aura about you, you’re mysterious and taciturn. Yuki: I’m surprisingly funny, though. Natsume Minami: To say that about yourself…. What an interesting person. I’ve also got a funny little trick up my sleeve– I’m very good at fortune-telling. Yuki: Oh? Natsume Minami: Men who have a beauty mark below their left eye, just as you do……. Natsume Minami: These men fascinate, yet perplex the opposite sex– however, they are passive when it comes to romance. They feel very deeply, but are capricious and whimsical. Many, many women have promised to partake in the perpetuation of these mens’ descendants. (3) Yuki: Looks like they’ve made me promise something I really can’t promise as an idol. Natsume Minami: You would suit being an emperor in ancient China. Perhaps you could use that as reference for your own life? Official from Hoshikage Entertainment: Minami-kun used to be a famous, and genius, child actor. This is the first movie he’ll be starring in since returning from studying abroad. “Mission” will definitely be a blockbuster hit. Yuki: I see. Natsume Minami: My child acting days are all in the past now. I’ll do my best to make a fresh start. Official from Hoshikage Entertainment: We haven’t been much of a match for young people recently, but we’re betting on Minami-kun. Please take care of him, Yuki-kun. Official from Hoshikage Entertainment: After all, Chiba Shizuo-san treated you quite well, did he not? Even though Re:vale are outsiders, we think of you as one of our own. Yuki: Oh, is that so? Official from Hoshikage Entertainment: …Are you listening to me? Just where are you looking? Yuki: At a revolting, flamboyant man. Official from Hoshikage Entertainment: What? ……Listen, Yuki-kun. Minami-kun knows about Chiba Salon as well. Please get along with a certain someone’s son during “Mission,” alright? Yuki: ……. Yuki: ……He won’t be exposing anything. If anything, he’s the one scared of being exposed. Official from Hoshikage Entertainment: Shh. Not a single word more– not here. Yuki: You’re the one who brought it up. Natsume Minami: Working with someone as splendid as you are will be just like a dream, Yuki-san. I can’t wait to film with you. Yuki: Sure……. Natsume Minami: Ah, that’s right. I also do music– and I love Re:vale’s music. Congratulations on your fifth anniversary. Yuki: ……. Yuki: You said you studied abroad? Where did you study? Natsume Minami: In Northmare.

Yotsuba Tamaki: Woah! This pudding is the bomb! Kujou Ten: Aren’t you taking too much? Yotsuba Tamaki: I’m not giving any to you, Tenten. I’m still pissed about Aya. Kujou Ten: ……. Yotsuba Tamaki: If you’re gonna say Aya’s your younger sister, then I’m making Rikkun my younger brother. Kujou Ten: Riku’s older than you, so wouldn’t he be your older brother? Yotsuba Tamaki: Rikkun feels like a younger brother though, so no. Kujou Ten: ……Aya’s doing well. She told me she was learning how to be a good housewife. (4) Yotsuba Tamaki: …For who? Kujou Ten: Oh, that’s not– Yotsuba Tamaki: Who!? Kujou Ten: I don’t know. Isn’t that just something that girls do? Yotsuba Tamaki: ……Tenten. Why are you on Kujou’s side? Why someone like him? He’s not someone you should side with. Kujou Ten: ……. Yotsuba Tamaki: Also, I tried thinking about what it’d be like if he were my dad, but…. Yotsuba Tamaki: He took Aya, he took you– there’s something wrong with him. Yotsuba Tamaki: Why are you and Aya covering his ass? Why did you guys follow somebody like Kujou? Kujou Ten: …What is your profession? Yotsuba Tamaki: Huh? I’m an idol. Kujou Ten: What is your group? Yotsuba Tamaki: IDOLiSH7 and MEZZO". Kujou Ten: What is your dream? Yotsuba Tamaki: …I wanna live with Aya. Kujou Ten: Kujou-san used to be Zero’s manager– and he’s lost all of that once before. Aya is kind. She worries for him. Yotsuba Tamaki: ……You too? Kujou Ten: ……. Perhaps I do….

To be continued….

TL Notes/comments:

ty @kuriiii for proofing my 9120398 typos and weird sentences!!!

(1) I’m 90% sure that the sentence before this is referring to momo hating ryou's parents/older brother (vs the other way around) based off of particles, aka if ryou wanted to say that his parents hated momo it’d be like, 親や兄に嫌われてるだろう？ i think… Anyways this second sentence i don’t want to infer/assume/force meaning onto it too much, because vague subject (probably his parents/older brother) BUT itd make more sense to me if there was [riku voice] JUST TWO MORE LETTERS to change it to ‘they’ve only watched’ … EDIT 5/5: I Fucked Up, forgot to consider in-group+out-group in terms of family. Momo hates RYOUS parents, not his own!!! Momo has an older sister ffs shiroi u dimwit!!!!!! anyways that was a fatal error, I am really sorry about that. Thank you haru-chi foe letting me know! (2) Tsukumo Ryou: You are like a little baby. Watch this. That’s all i wanted 2 say (3) 子孫繁栄 is 1. perpetuation of your descendants 2. family prosperity 3. fertility, a whole bunch of things you probably eat cool things for on new years (if ur east asian)………………. WeLL um anyways minami’s line after yuki’s confirmed it, what with the whole concubines stuff goin on in ancient china. Man. Also bc this is a fortune, I left it more direct… though i’m sure 'many, many’ sounds better than “an unspecified, large number of people” (4) 花嫁修業 - domestic arts / homemaking skills, but for the sake of the convo afterwords (since hanayome means 'bride’, you could loosely translate this to 'studying to be a bride’)

As usual, if you see any mistakes/mistranslations/etc, please message me!

Thank you for reading!!

[valyaco]

big fat animation meme rant

hey animation memes r fun to make (most are head/body bobs but shh) esp if u want to animate ur fursonas (there are humans to wtf ika). i made a few too because to keep my yt channel alive but i honestly have a love-hate relationship with them. more of a hate tbh.

first of all can popular ones take critisism??? i don’t mean “waaah u succ!!!!” but “the style is cute but the animation in hair is slightly choppy you might want to work on that”...hate is a bad thing i get it but critisism is a GOOD thing and it helps you improve so much !! also can the fans calm the fuck down like you shouldn’t harass people, they have feelings too. most of the fans are under the age of 13 but?? if the butthurt fans said the stuff they wrote to comments irl they’d be doomed tbh. just imagine saying “kys” to a random person.

second, how the fuck they get more attention than original animators like lupisvulpes and thedogzlife? i know the original amv/map makers don’t upload as much but what happened to quality over quantity?? that’s something similar to prefer teen titans go over adventure time. some of their animations aren’t even that good like choppy or uncanny animation. and some feel like “hey i made smth go watch it fuckos”...like they can try doing original stuff but they don’t get as much attention as memes and it makes me sad. fans are unmotivating the memers. and we get the same thing with same music with same movements (coughheadbob) just with different visuals. just like watching the same episode of ttg but with different characters.

third, i don’t like the attitude some memers have. like they talk like some old retired animator who worked on superb disney movies...excuse me but actual animators will laugh at their stuff if they see memes. also some got popular because their friends are popular and they have shitty ass art and their asses went skyrocket high. and this makes me cringe yikes. (im sorry this part makes me ANGERY)

last but not least don’t draw too detailed on animations like adding detailed shading. the animation takes longer and it looks......worse.. cartoons have simple style for smooth animation and it works.

you can disagree with me..i’m just a human being who wants to throw salt from her body. it’s been making me mad n sad for a while. but none of us will be %100 right. nobody is perfect after all