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[riveroftales]

❦❦❦❦❦❦ 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐨𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐬 ❦❦❦❦❦❦

"𝖯𝖾𝗋𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗎𝗌"

ғᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

“Quit moving so much.” You laughed softly, massaging the shampoo on Sanemi’s scalp.

“You think you can tell me what to do?” He scoffed back.

Sanemi returned home after being away for a mission for almost 3 weeks, and you couldn’t be happier. Being the loving person you were, you instantly drew him a hot bath and was in the process of pampering him.

“You promised me you’d be safe, yet you had the audacity to come back with new scars. I think that speaks for itself.”

Sanemi stayed quiet. He knew it was pointless arguing with you, making a small chuckle leave your lips.

“Is the water still warm?”

“Yeah…”

“That’s good.” You smiled. “Ah! Genya came by earlier.”

Sanemi visibly tensed slightly before he relaxed again under the water.

“He came to deliver a huge basket of ohagi. Poor kid could barely talk to me… I heard he gets really nervous around girls. He looks just like you, actually! His eyes are just a lil’ bigger and his hair’s longer and black, but you two are a splitting image! He said the ohagi was for you.”

“Did he?” The way Sanemi’s voice had dropped didn’t go unnoticed by you.

“Love, he cares, you know?” You leaned closer, placing a small kiss on his shoulder, dipping both your hands in the water to wash the lather off. “He’s been trying for years…”

“‘M just pissed that brat joined the fucking corps… one wrong move, and he could die. That little shit-”

You gently slapped his mouth. “Swear jar.”

A smirk broke out on Sanemi’s perfect features, letting out a scoff.

“You little-”

You smiled before quickly breaking away, trying to make your great escape which failed. He was a hashira. His reflexes were a hundred times better than yours, so he managed to easily grab your wrist before you could get too far and he pulled you closer.

“Hey-!”

You stumbled slightly and fell in the tub as well, but you were still mostly dry since you landed in Sanemi’s arms on top.

“Well hello to you too, Princess.” He snickered playfully before giving you a quick peck.

“Sanemi!” You whined. “‘M all wet!”

“No you’re not.” He suddenly splashed water on you. “This is slightly.” Suddenly tightening his grip on you, he placed one of his hands on the back of your head before flipping you both over, completely drenching you. “Now you’re soaked~”

“You little-” Laughing, you tried to playfully fight him before Sanemi also laughed. He easily pinned both your wrists above your head with one of his hands before the other came up to gently stroke your cheek.

You didn’t bother trying to fight him. Only his favourite sounds — your laughs left your lips. His expression softened into a smile designed by the gods above only for you. His gaze alternated between your adorably perfect lips to your stunning eyes as he slowly leaned in, his lips coming to contact with yours.

“The wisteria trees you planted are pretty.” You smiled, leaning your head on Sanemi’s shoulder.

The moon was at its full glory, shining brightly above you. You two sat next to each other, both in your own nightwear but still sitting on the porch outside because when was the last time you two held hands under the moon light?

“Wanted to make sure you stayed safe when I wasn’t around.” He mumbled, his thumb stroking the back of your hand before he brought your hand up to his lips, kissing each and every one of your knuckles delicately.

Your gaze was so soft he couldn’t believe it. How did someone as harsh as him get a girl who held him every night like he was the most precious thing on earth?

Giving him a smile, you looked back up at the sky.

“Oh! Sanemi! A shooting star!” You excitedly tapped him. “Quickly! Make a wish!”

Sanemi smiled at your adorable childish behaviour, his gaze not leaving you. You tightly shut your eyes, silently making your wish for a few seconds before opening them again.

“Okay! Done!” You smiled. “I wished for you and corps to defeat Muzan and all the demons, while I nurse you back to health!”

“You would do that anyways, dumbass.” His hand ran through your wet hair, ruffling it slightly.

“Yeah, yeah! Whatever. Don’t ruin it for me!” You smacked him slightly with a laugh which only grew louder when he wrapped both his arms around your waist, pulling you to him. “What did you wish for?”

He stayed silent for a bit. “A lifetime.”

“Hm?”

“A lifetime with Genya, where I get enough time to apologise to him and make up for all the times I neglected him… though I doubt that would be possible…”

He looked down to meet your gaze. “And a lifetime with you.”

“A lifetime where no demons exist anymore… I want to give you a life where you’re treated the way you deserve to be, where you never have to go bed hungry or worry financially. I… I want to give you a life where you can…” A small blush rose on his expression. “A life where our kids can look back at and smile at themselves that they had you as a mom, in a world without demons…”

“A world without demons which couldn’t have been achievable without their dad?” You mumbled quietly.

“A world where we don’t have to tell them anything about demons, or the demon slayer corps..”

You looked up at him with nothing but love in your eyes. “What if I love that part? What if I love the fact that my children’s father is a strong man who killed the demon lord?”

“That’d be one hell of a story. He’s still alive.”

Your hand met Sanemi’s chest in a playful slap.

“Hey! Your story is literally the same!”

“Because it’s only okay when I say it, Princess~” He smiled, tilting your head up.

“Meanie.”

“Pretty.”

He leaned down to give you a peck. “Gorgeous… the prettiest girl of My dreams. My one and only lovely girl..”

This time, he kissed you. No peck. His lips lovingly pressed against yours as he gently sucked on your bottom lip.

Your arms wrapped around his neck as you pulled him closer, deepening the kiss.

Sanemi could live with the life he currently had. He didn’t mind it at all. He had you. That was all that mattered.

[kckt88]

You Really Got Me.

Summary:

After being dragged to a club by his brother, Aemond meets the girl of his dreams.

Warning(s): Alcohol, Flirting, Banter, Kissing, Smut, Oral Sex M & F Recieving, Multiple Orgasms, P in V sex.

AEMOND TARGARYEN x Y.N

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Word Count: 3384

A.N - Shout out to @zeciex for suggesting I write this!!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon or Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used.

Comments, likes, and reblogs are very much appreciated.

As the bass thumped through the club, Aemond Targaryen leaned back against the plush leather booth, a tumbler of amber liquid swirling in his hand. His older brother Aegon was at it again, prowling the dance floor in search of his next conquest, his laughter mingling with the music and the chatter of the crowd.

Aemond couldn't help but shake his head at Aegon's antics, a small smirk playing at the corners of his lips. Some things never changed, no matter how old they got. But then, his attention was caught by a figure sitting at the bar.

She was captivating, with long, dark hair cascading over her shoulders and a leather jacket over her dress only adding an edge to her ensemble.

Her fingers tapped against her thigh in time with the beat, a subtle rhythm that drew Aemond's gaze like a moth to flame and he found himself unable to look away.

As the music pulsed around them, Aemond felt a surge of courage wash over him. With a glance towards his brother, who was still lost in his pursuit, he made his decision. Setting down his drink, he straightened his jacket and approached the bar, a newfound determination in his step.

It had been a good few months since he’d last took a woman to his bed and tonight, he would take a chance, and see where the night would lead.

With a steady resolve, Aemond made his way through the pulsating crowd towards the bar where the captivating woman sat. As he approached, he couldn't help but admire the graceful way she moved to the music, her presence commanding attention.

Just as he was about to speak, fate intervened in the form of a misstep.

The woman turned at the wrong moment, her sudden movement catching Aemond off guard. Before he could react, their paths collided, and the contents of her drink went tumbling through the air, splashing across the front of his shirt.

"Whoa, I'm so sorry!" Aemond exclaimed, his hand instinctively reaching out to steady her as they both stumbled back from the collision.

The woman's eyes widened in surprise, a look of mortification crossing her features as she took in the mess they had created. "Oh gods, I didn't see you there," she apologized, her voice tinged with embarrassment.

"It's alright, really," Aemond reassured her, offering a warm smile despite the dampness seeping through his shirt. "Accidents happen."

Together, they shared a rueful laugh, the tension of the moment dissipating into shared amusement.

As they both cleaned up the mess, the woman offered a sheepish smile. "I'm Y.N," she introduced herself, her voice soft but carrying a hint of warmth.

"Aemond," he replied, offering his hand with a gentle shake. "Nice to meet you, Y.N, despite the unconventional start."

Y.N's smile widened, a glint of amusement sparkling in her eyes. "Likewise, Aemond. And I must say, you handle unexpected collisions quite well."

Aemond chuckled, a hint of colour rising to his cheeks. "Years of practice," he quipped, enjoying the easy banter that flowed between them.

Feeling a sense of camaraderie growing between them, Aemond gestured towards the bar. "Can I make it up to you by buying you another drink?" he offered, hoping to extend their conversation beyond the initial mishap.

Y.N's lips curved into a playful grin. "I suppose that would be fair compensation," she teased, a sparkle of mischief dancing in her eyes.

With a shared laugh, they made their way to the bar, the music and chatter of the club fading into the background as they continued to get to know each other.

As they settled into a more intimate corner of the club, Aemond and Y.N continued their conversation, their laughter blending seamlessly with the music.

"So, what brought you here tonight?" Aemond asked, genuinely curious about the woman sitting across from him.

Y.N's expression softened, a hint of wistfulness crossing her features. "Honestly, I was just about to leave," she confessed, her voice tinged with a touch of disappointment. "My friends bailed on me, and I didn't really fancy staying here alone."

Aemond's brows furrowed sympathetically, but a playful twinkle lit up his eye. "Well, I suppose luck was on my side then," he remarked with a charming smile. "Because you're not alone anymore."

Y.N's lips curled into a smile, touched by his sincerity. "I suppose you're right," she conceded, a warmth blossoming in her chest at his words.

As the night wore on and their conversation deepened, Aemond and Y.N found themselves drawn to each other in ways they hadn't expected. With each shared laugh and exchanged glance, the spark of attraction between them ignited into a blazing flame.

Aemond leaned in closer, his voice low and husky as he teased Y.N with playful banter. "You know, I must say, you're quite the captivating presence," he remarked, a hint of admiration in his tone.

Y.N's cheeks flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and delight as she returned his gaze, her eyes sparkling with a newfound confidence. "Flattery will get you everywhere," she quipped, her smile playful yet inviting.

Their flirtatious exchange continued, a dance of words and glances that spoke volumes without the need for further explanation.

Aemond couldn't deny the magnetic pull he felt towards Y.N, her wit and charm captivating him in ways he hadn't anticipated. And as he watched her laugh and playfully toss her hair, he knew that he wanted nothing more than to explore where this newfound attraction would lead.

For Y.N, the feeling was mutual, her heart racing with excitement as she found herself falling deeper under Aemond's spell. In his presence, she felt alive in a way she hadn't in a long time, her every nerve tingling with anticipation.

As the night progressed and the chemistry between them intensified, Y.N found herself drawn to the subtle intricacies of Aemond's appearance. With a gentle touch, she reached out to tuck a stray strand of his long, silver hair behind his ear, her fingertips lingering against his skin.

"You know," she began, her voice barely above a whisper, "You have to be one of the most beautiful men I've ever seen."

Aemond's breath caught in his throat at her words, a rush of warmth flooding through him at the sincerity in her gaze. He met her eyes, his own blue orbs reflecting a depth of emotion that words could scarcely capture.

"Thank you," he murmured, his voice tinged with a mixture of humility and gratitude. "That's-quite the compliment."

Y.N smiled, her gaze softening as she took in the sight of him. "I mean it," she insisted, her fingers trailing lightly along his jawline. "Your sharp features, the colour of your eye-it’s truly mesmerizing".

“-And the eyepatch and scar?” mused Aemond.

“Proves that you’re a survivor” replied Y.N smiling.

Y.N's gaze lingered on Aemond's profile, the soft glow of the club's lights casting gentle shadows across his features.

With a small smile playing at the corners of her lips, she couldn't help but voice her admiration.

"You know, Aemond, your side profile is absolutely incredible," she remarked, her voice hushed yet filled with genuine appreciation.

Aemond turned to face her, a faint blush tinting his cheeks at the unexpected compliment. "Really?" he replied, his voice tinged with a mixture of surprise and pleasure.

Y.N nodded, her eyes tracing the elegant curve of his jawline and the noble slope of his nose. "Yes, really," she affirmed, her tone earnest. "There's something about the way the light catches your features-it's like you were sculpted by an artist."

Aemond's heart fluttered at her words, a warmth spreading through him at the sincerity in her gaze. In Y.N's eyes, he felt seen in a way that went beyond mere physical appearance, a recognition of the uniqueness that defined him.

"Thank you," he murmured, his voice soft yet filled with gratitude.

Aemond found himself unable to resist the magnetic pull drawing him closer to Y.N. With a silent exchange of longing glances, they closed the distance between them, their lips meeting in a fervent kiss that ignited a firestorm of passion between them.

In that moment, the world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the sensation of Y.N's lips against his own, soft yet electrifying. Aemond's heart thundered in his chest as he deepened the kiss, his hands instinctively finding their way to Y.N's waist, pulling her closer to him.

Y.N responded eagerly, her arms winding around Aemond's neck as she melted into his embrace.

As their kiss finally broke, leaving them both breathless and flushed with desire, Aemond gazed into Y.N's eyes, a question lingering unspoken between them.

"Y.N," he began, his voice husky with emotion, "Would you like to-go back to my flat?"

Y.N's lips curved into a knowing smile, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. "Yes," she whispered, her voice filled with a quiet longing that mirrored his own.

With a surge of elation coursing through him, Aemond took her hand in his, his fingers intertwining with hers as they made their way through the throng of people towards the exit.

As they reached the door, Aemond fumbled for his keys, his fingers trembling with anticipation. With a satisfying click, the door swung open, and they stumbled into the dimly lit interior, their bodies pressed together as their kisses grew deeper, more urgent.

“A-Are you sure?” asked Aemond.

“Yes, I’m sure-“ replied Y.N as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him for another kiss, the tongues gently caressing one another.

Aemond’s hands then slipped her leather jacket off her shoulders and draped it over the back of a chair before he took her face in his hands and ran his tongue over her lips, eliciting a low moan from Y.N.

His long fingers sliding up the back of her neck and into her hair, his forehead resting against hers.

“So beautiful” whispered Aemond.

“I-I want to see you” muttered Y.N softly.

Aemond hesitated, he never took his eyepatch off around anyone except his mother, brothers, and sister.

But there was something about Y.N that instantly made him feel comfortable, so with a deep breath Aemond slipped his fingers under the strap of his eyepatch and pulled it from his head.

Y.N stood silent she stared at the scar the bisected his cheek, extending through his eyebrow. The sapphire that he’d placed in the eye socket, glinted in the moonlight.

“You are-so-beautiful” whispered Y.N as she leaned forward and placed a number of kisses along his scarred cheek and over the sapphire.

Aemond closed his eye in delight at the tender gesture, a contented sigh escaping his lips.

“Hmmm” rasped Aemond as he ran his thumb over Y.N’s bottom lip, his eye going wide as she opened her mouth and nipped at his thumb before sucking it into her mouth.

Aemond could feel his eye roll into the back of head, fuck his cock was throbbing.

“Please-“ moaned Y.N

Aemond removed his thumb and quickly shed his jacket before throwing it on the sofa.

Wasting no time, he pulled Y.N to him, his lips once again claiming hers.

He put his arm around her waist and kissed her passionately, deepening the kiss as she moaned into his mouth. His tongue pushing against hers.

Y.N ran her fingers across his lithe body. His muscles rippled under her fingertips.

She unbuttoned the white shirt he wore, placing feathery kisses on his sparsely haired chest as the shirt was removed.

Her fingers toying with the silver cross chain he wore.

Groaning against her creamy smooth skin, he kissed her neck, sucking on the delicate flesh as she leaned into him, enjoying his every touch.

Her dress felt heavy on her. She wanted to be rid of it. She wanted to feel his skin on hers. She reluctantly broke free of his embrace and turned her back to him moving her hair out of the way.

His fingers trembled as he grasped the zip to her dress and pulled it down, the sound echoed through the quiet apartment, and he pressed his lips to the back of her neck.

Using his long fingers, he freed her from the confinements of her dress, and it fell to join his shirt on the floor.

She wasn’t wearing a bra, which excited him to no end.

Goosebumps appeared where his fingers moved over her. Cupping her ample breasts from behind, Aemond pulled Y.N against his chest. Burying himself in the crook of her neck, sucking on the skin whilst his fingers massaged the soft mounds and played with her hardened nipples.

Aemond turned her to face him. Kissing her again, he trailed kisses down her body and took a rosy nipple in his mouth. Sucking on the aroused bud, he bit down lightly, earning a low moan from deep within her.

He continued his actions on the other breast and kissed past her stomach until he knelt before her. Her fingers in his hair tightened as he ran the tips of his fingers from her stomach down to her core.

Slowly he hooked his thumbs on the sides of her knickers and pulled them down.

 Fuck she was dripping, and it was all for him. He could not wait to taste her. Somehow, he knew she would taste delicious.

Y.N delicately stepped out of the lacy material, and Aemond's long fingers grasped her buttocks. His fingers dug into her delicate flesh.

He felt her lean in eagerly. Gently he swiped his tongue across her hairless pussy, instant gratification as her fingers tightened their hold on his head, and a low moan left her lips.

Aemond smirked. Using his tongue, he gained access to her wet, pink folds. She tasted fucking amazing. Aemond enthusiastically ran his tongue along her slit, flicking his tongue over her swollen clit.

Y.N effortlessly placed a leg on his shoulder, spreading her thighs for better access. Oh, how he welcomed it.

Her clit was a swollen mass of pleasure waiting to explode. He pressed his tongue hard on it and sucked on her pulsating womanhood. Again and again, he felt her squirm. He felt her heat, she was so close.

Y.N felt the flow of heat accumulate behind her navel as she hovered on the cusp of orgasm. She let out a loud moan as she intricately spun a bundle of nerves that exploded within her.

"Fuck!" Y.N cried and buckled under the weight of her release.

Wave upon wave of unbridled passion unleashed within her as an earth-shattering orgasm tore throughout her body. Her slick juices dripped down his lips and chin. He didn't stop until she was utterly spent.

Pushing his tongue further in, he fucked her with his tongue till her orgasm ceased.

"Aemond," whimpered Y.N as she began to wobble.

Smirking, Aemond rose to his feet and kissed her, letting her taste herself on his tongue.

Y.N regained her composure and keenly clung to him, returning his kisses while undoing the button of his trousers.

Not skipping a single step as she directed him backwards towards the sofa.

Kissing him full on the mouth, her fingers stroked his body, not missing an inch of flesh.

She marvelled at the feel of his body. It was so lithe and fit. Trailing kisses past his stomach, she came face to face with his sizeable bulge.

Biting down on her lip, kneeling between his legs she pulled his trousers and boxers down his shapely legs and threw them next to her.

Even in the dim light, Aemond could see she was impressed. His rock-hard shaft stood up, eagerly awaiting its reward.

Y.N bent her head and licked a line from his balls to his pulsating head.

Aemond groaned aloud as she clasped her fingers around his girth and moved her hand up and down the hard shaft. Y.N enjoyed his slow torture. She smirked and licked the underside of his cock.

"Y.N-" whimpered Aemond.

His eye closed, and he felt her tongue at his head, licking the pre-cum that oozed out.

Without warning, she took him in whole, deep-throating his length. Aemond knew he would not last, he could not hold back any longer, but gods he did not want her to stop.

She was sucking on him, her lips tightening around his cock as she built a beautiful pace.

"NO!" groaned Aemond and Y.N withdrew.

She barely had time to react. Before he grabbed her around the waist and moved her on top.

“I-have condoms-somewhere” mumbled Aemond.

“I’m on the pill and clean-“ exclaimed Y.N her eyes going wide as Aemond lined up his cock with her entrance and sheathed himself inside her with one hard thrust.

Y.N moaned as Aemond withdrew and entered into her repeatedly.

Faster and faster. Harder and deeper, his fingers digging into the flesh of her hips.

"Please don't stop," cried out Y.N

"I have no intention of stopping" growled Aemond, his feet planted firmly on the floor to allow him to increase the intensity of his thrusts.

A satisfied smile spread across his face as he quickened and angled his movements, so his cock rubbed on that special place inside her.

Aemond was mesmerized by the sight of Y.N’s breasts bouncing in front of him and unbale to resist any longer he surged forward, his mouth wrapping around one rosy bud.

His teeth and tongue teasing the stiffened peak.

“Gods-yes Aemond” shrieked Y.N as she bounced on his cock, her hands coiled in is long silver hair.

“That’s it baby-take it-take all of me” growled Aemond leaning back as he moved Y.N’s hips in time with his thrusts.

“Oh gods-” wailed Y.N.

“That’s it-FUCK Y.N” groaned Aemond as he took hold of her and quickly manoeuvred her onto her back, his cock never leaving the warm wetness of her as he began to pound into her, the sounds of skin slapping on skin echoing around his apartment.

“P-Please Aemond. Don’t stop. Don’t stop-“ whimpered Y.N.

“Come for me baby-come for me” growled Aemond as he felt her clenching around him.

“AEMOND” screamed Y.N as she exploded, her nails digging into his back.

Aemond held back for as long as he could, but his release was upon him.

Surrounded by her wetness, he closed his eye.

With a final hard thrust, he spilled rope after rope of his seed.

He muffled his groans into her mouth as she hung onto him, kissing him fervently.

Only once she milked him dry did he collapse on top of her. She held him close to her body, whispering words of comfort and satisfaction while running her fingers down his back.

The sweat on his back stung against the scraps her nails made.

As they lay entwined on the sofa, their bodies bare and glistening with the remnants of their shared passion, Aemond and Y.N savoured the quiet intimacy of the moment. The soft glow of moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle halo around their entangled forms.

Aemond's fingers traced lazy patterns across Y.N's skin, his touch tender and reverent as he explored the contours of her body.

With a contented sigh, he pressed a lingering kiss to her forehead, his heart overflowing with gratitude for the unexpected twist of fate that had brought them together.

In the stillness of the night, a silent thanks drifted through Aemond's mind, directed towards Aegon, who had unwittingly led him to the club where he had found Y.N.

Aemond couldn't shake the feeling that he didn't want this to be just another fleeting encounter. With Y.N nestled against him, her warmth radiating against his skin, he felt a longing stir within him—a desire to see her again, to explore the depths of their connection beyond the confines of this single night.

Gathering his courage, Aemond brushed a stray lock of hair from Y.N's face, his voice soft yet resolute. "Y.N," he began, his heart pounding in his chest, "I don't want this to end here. Would you-would you like to go on a date with me?"

Y.N's eyes lit up with delight, a soft giggle escaping her lips as she looked up at him with a sparkle of excitement. "Yes," she replied, her voice brimming with warmth and affection. "I would love to."

[bobbybutterfly]

Oh my goodness! This took me almost 7 hours. I ended up having to re work the perspective. At one point he looked like he was going to fall off the building! I’m satisfied though. Just don’t think about the anatomy much. I’m putting more effort into my composition and colours. I mainly do it by stealing, I mean studying, composition and poses from League of Legends splash art I find on Pinterest

I watched Arcane and my brother played it when I was small all the time. A. K. A. I don’t know much about the video game other than the art (look my relationship to modern digital illustrations is complicated because my art teachers really hate it and I can see why) implements certain art techniques quite well. That was a long sentence! Anyway back to my painting? Drawing of Mulmangcho?

The improving in composition and colour go hand in hand. Different colours got different values. Meaning that if you switch the image to black and white certain colours are going to be darker or lighter. Your job as an artist is to make the piece be readable even if it was switched to black and white. With readability helps out composition! Composition is placing objects and colours in a certain way to guide your eye through the image.

As you can see the image still looks good in black and white. I made the parts I wanted the viewer to focus on the lightest. Like mainly the face, the gun and sort of the rest of the figure. I made the background darker so the lighter parts would stand out even more.

Now this is a piece I done a day or two ago. Um. Ignore the shadow not making much sense. I drew it like that so it goes in the same direction as the hand. I still did the thing of making the parts that are in the front the lightest. But the contrast isn’t… contrasting that much.

Here I added some screen tone. Much better no?

Hope you didn’t mind my monologue about art. I wanted to show off a bit to non artists just how much goes into making art. And trust me. There’s way more you got to keep in mind when doing an art work. If you get a lot of practice in, or just have talent (most people have a mix of both) it comes naturally to you. Kind of how you don’t need to think about how to take a step when walking.

If you’re an artist and I peaked your interest in art fundamentals I would recommend the YouTube channels Sinix Design and Proko. Bet ya they will explain everything far better than I can. Lastly it helps me out to recap what I’m doing. It gets stored in the head better. I never would have realised, just how much I know about the anatomy of an ear, if I didn’t explain it to a kid in a language I’m slowly forgetting all my vocabulary for. Sorry Slovak teachers, you tried your best.

Originally I wanted to talk about how I’m rewatching Squirrel and Hedgehog. It’s far better on a rewatch. The plot is very complicated. I still feel like I have to open up a word document and take notes. But at least I have an idea what is going on. I think I will talk about that more in another post.

[rcbirdy]

So yesterday was Hourly Comic Day and I actually remembered to do it this year! I posted these on Bluesky as I drew them (because I have a Bluesky now), but here they are all together for Tumblr.

[ID: Six images showing the life of the artist. Individual image descriptions follow.

A two-panel comic showing the hours from 12:00 to 7:00. First panel shows the artist in bed with very wild hair, looking determined. She thinks, "I forget every year. Well not this time!" Second panel narration says "Recently started playing Wordle and comparing results with family. Got it in 5 today!" The image shows a text conversation between Aunt, who guessed the word in 3 tries, and Me, who guessed the word in 5 tries.

Three-panel comic showing the hours from 7:00 to 10:00. First panel narration reads "Breakfast," with a side note reading "(cranberry-orange muffin)." The art shows the muffin surrounded by glitter. Second panel narration reads "Shower," the art shows the artist behind a shower curtain washing her hair. Third panel narration reads "Social Media," and the art shows the artist sitting at a desk with her hair wrapped in a towel, eating the muffin. A thought bubble reads "oh yeah I should post these." A splash in the lower right corner reads "RIVETING!"

A two-panel comic showing the hours from 10:00 to 3:00. First panel narration reads "I did a few Productive Adult Things TM…", art shows the artist folding laundry, framing a poster, and cleaning a fountain pen. Second panel narration reads "…and got a treat." Art shows the artist sitting at a table wearing a jacket, drinking a boba tea. Dialogue on the side of the image reads "boober <3".

A one-panel comic showing the hours of 3:00 to 6:00. Narration text reads "Comic drawing and podcast listening." The art shows an over-the-shoulder view of the artist sitting at a computer, drawing a comic about some sort of wormy creature. Off-screen the podcast is playing, and speech bubbles read "Perhaps so we do not get lost, we should hold onto each others' tails."

A two-panel comic showing the hours from 6:00 to 9:00. First panel narration reads "Lunchbossed too close to the sun and now I have a tummyache." The art shows the artist leaning back in her chair with a tired look on her face, her stomach is grumbling and she is weakly saying "nooooo." Second panel shows the artist reaching towards a bowl, saying "Save me, ice cream!"

A two-panel comic showing the hours from 9:00 to 12:00. First panel narration text reads "Finishing off the day with some BG3!" The art shows the artist sitting at her computer and playing the game. Second panel narration text reads "It's my second playthrough so I'm going after Gale this time. (I still think he's a dipshit but now it's /affectionate)." The art shows Gale eating a magical cloak while the halfling player character looks on, thinking "ohhh I can't NOT fuck him."

End ID.]

[luckyduckwrites]

Remembrance Chapter 1-23: The Other Bin of Scrooge McDuck!

Fandom: DuckTales (Cartoon 2017)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Lena (Disney: DuckTales)/Original Female Character(s), Della Duck (Disney) & Original Character(s), Huey Duck (Disney) & Original Female Character(s), Louie Duck (Disney) & Original Female Character(s), Dewey Duck (Disney) & Original Character(s)

Characters: Lena (Disney: DuckTales), Della Duck (Disney), Original Female Character(s), Webby Vanderquack, Huey Duck (Disney), Dewey Duck (Disney), Louie Duck (Disney)

Additional Tags: Mentioned Della Duck (Disney), Canon Autistic Character, Canon Disabled Character, Protective Siblings, Brother-Sister Relationships, POV First Person, Original Character-centric, POV Original Female Character, Childhood Trauma, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Slow Romance, Slow To Update, Friends to Lovers

Summary:

My name is Izzy, and I'm Donald Duck's niece. I'm 6 years older than my brothers Huey, Dewey, and Louie, and we all grew up together on the houseboat. My brothers are incredibly mischevious and are always causing trouble, so they can never be left alone, but Uncle Donald almost never lets me babysit them. One day, he brings us to meet our Uncle Scrooge, the richest duck in the world! He seems vaguely familiar, almost like I've seen him before, but that can't be possible. I've never seen him on TV, so where could I have possibly seen him before?

**AO3 & Wattpad links in masterpost pinned to the top of the blog**

During another sleepover with Lena and Webby in Webby's room, I wake up in the middle of the night to Webby talking excitedly and loudly.

I blink slowly, asking, "Ugh, can you please be a bit quieter if you're gonna be talking? I haven't slept properly all week!"

Webby says, "Sorry, Izzy, but I just couldn't wait! Lena said she caught a bit of my 'obsession bug', and I've gotta show her my exhaustively researched presentation on the life and times of Scrooge McDuck!"

Lena mutters, "Oh, no."

Webby starts with the first slide, "Scotland 1867, a duckling is hatched to humble beginnings."

Lena and I both groan in unison, "Ugh."

I flip onto my stomach and shove one of my pillows over my ears in an attempt to muffle how loud Webby's being, but it doesn't help. I can still make out every single word, whether I want to or not. I still keep my eyes closed to try to sleep, but it's no use since Webby keeps talking. All. Night. Long.

I leave to use the bathroom when light starts peeking through the window, and splash my face with warm water before heading back to Webby's room, where she's setting down a projector and many cartoonishly drawn images.

She says, "Okay, most of these are an artist's rendering of the facts, but I drew them, so they're amazing."

Lena says, "Cool. Uh, real quick, what's the Other Bin?"

Webby gasps, her face freezing, and I ask Lena, "Where did that come from?"

Lena says, "Good, you've heard of it. Let's go."

Webby snaps out of it and Lena stops moving as Webby says, "Oh, no, no, no, no. The Money Bin is where the money goes." She looks around suspiciously before continuing in a hushed voice, "The Other Bin is for the other; the bad things! Where Scrooge puts all his most dangerous finds and artifacts to keep them away from prying hands."

I ask Lena, "Why would you want to go there? Also, where did you hear about it?"

Lena responds, "I just heard Scrooge say he put his Number One Dime in there."

Webby gasps, saying, "He almost never takes off the Dime!"

Lena says, "Then we better go check it out before he takes it back."

I ask, "So what are you suggesting? That we break into a secret room in the mansion and steal my uncle's dime? You can't be serious. Webs, what do you think?"

Webby nervously responds, "Oh, I- I don't know..."

Lena sighs, then asks, "You're telling me there's a mystical room in your own home that you've never been to that contains Scrooge's greatest secrets and you don't want to go there?"

Webby looks up at me expectantly, but I just roll my eyes, already knowing and accepting her decision.

She smiles and says, "Okay. To adventure!"

She looks back up at me again with eyes full of determination, and I shrug, saying, "Guess that's what we're doing today. Don't be surprised if I get hurt again and Uncle Donald gets mad at you. Just warning you guys to be prepared for that possibility. He's already mad at Uncle Scrooge."

Lena scoffs, saying, "I'm sure you'll be fine. It's not like your knee can get any worse, right?"

She and Webby start walking down the hall in front of me, and I follow behind them, muttering, "I mean, I guess that's true."

We hide around the corner to avoid being spotted by Uncle Scrooge as he exits a room in hunting gear with his neck bare.

He says quietly, "The dime is secure, now the hunt is on."

I ask a loud after he's out of earshot, "What's he hunting for that he would need to lock up his dime for? Nothing can cut through that chain, so there's no reason he would need to take it off."

Lena's eyes widen slightly, and I narrow my eyes at her. I'm about to ask her why she made that expression when she darts off toward the door. I guess I'll just ask later.

Once we're inside the room and the door is shut behind us, Webby says, "Based on Duckworth's old cleaning schedule, the entrance to the Other Bin is somewhere in here."

Lena gasps when I accidentally bump into a box, spilling it's contents, assorted disembodied limbs, on the ground next to her.

Webby says to her, "Don't worry, it's just some assorted zombie parts."

I ask, "Why in the world would he just keep these up here instead of bringing them into the Bin thingy? Isn't it exactly the place to put zombie parts?"

Webby shrugs, saying, "I guess they're just not dangerous enough for him to put down there. As long as they don't have a head, they can't do much."

Lena nervously says, "Scrooge sure seems to be good at hunting monsters."

I say, "I wouldn't exactly call it hunting, but he sure has a knack for bringing down his enemies, usually through his wit as far as I can tell."

Webby adds, "He's never met a mystical foe he couldn't defeat. Right, zombie hand?"

The disembodied hand next to Webby shifts itself into a thumbs-up, then goes back to skittering around the room.

Lena says, "Well, that's... comforting."

I say, "I know, right? It's actually pretty nice to know that whatever we face he can take down."

Webby reads from her notes, "According to this, to find the Bin, we must see through Scrooge's eyes and get into his head."

Lena points to a headless statue of my uncle, saying, "Looks like someone already got to his head."

I walk up behind the statue and look around, muttering, "So I'm supposed look 'through his eyes' or something, right?" I'm about to give up when I notice a large painting of Uncle Scrooge standing in front of a vault on the wall and point to it, saying, "I see a painting over there! How'd I miss it?"

Lena walks over to it, saying, "This must be it, but how do we 'get into his head'?"

I slowly walk over to my friends, saying, "I'm not sure, but there's something off about the painting. Looks like there's some kind of indent in it, but what could possibly go in there?"

Webby adds, "And what's he looking at?"

She follows the eye line of my uncle in the painting and grabs a stanchion post like they have at amusement park lines, and twists the top, the bottom turning into a key.

Lena reaches for it, saying, "Hey, lemme see that."

She pops the key part into the painting's indent and it collapsed itself into a spindle handle like a vault door. It spins on its own and the wall behind the painting turns into a door. We make our way down the stairs, and I have to go one step at a time, first lowering my crutch amd bad leg, then my good leg for every step, holding onto the railing the whole time. Webby and Lena are nearly at the bottom of the spiraling staircase, but I'm only a couple steps behind them.

Webby says, "Wow, for a forbidden danger chamber, this has been pretty easy. We should be able to find the Dime in no time."

The last word she said echoes and I finally get to the bottom, and notice how long the hallway is in front of us, Webby looking dumbfounded.

Lena asks sarcastically, "You were saying?"

I exclaim, "This is massive! How are we supposed to find anything in here?!"

Webby says, "Maybe we should do some more research before we're, you know, lost in here forever."

Lena shrugs, saying, "So it's a little bigger than we thought. It's still worth it to find the Dime."

Webby adds, "Uh, fine, but it might take some time to figure out which door to open."

I say, "Well, we have until Uncle Scrooge comes back down here for it to find it. Let's just try opening doors until we find it. The brute force method takes time but it usually works."

Lena opens a door and we see a unicorn in a massive sparkly enclosure, and she asks, "Why is Scrooge hiding a frilly unicorn?"

I say, "And why didn't he tell me he had one? I was obsessed with unicorns when I was little and I would've liked to meet one!"

Webby gasps, muttering, "Sword horse."

I ask, "Uh, wait what?"

The unicorn finally spots us and starts charging horn-first at me, and I immediately realize why Uncke Scrooge thoight it was dangerous and didn't tell 6-year-old me about it.

Webby redirects the unicorn's attention toward her instead of me and starts dodging it, exclaiming with glee, "Yeah, whoa! That is so dangerous! Wee!"

She starts fighting with the unicorn and gets pinned down. I tried pulling the unicorn.off of her but it just ignored me, kicking my stomach and knocking me back against the wall.

I fall onto my butt, and shout, "Lena, do something! It's gonna kill her!"

She tosses a green dagger at Webby, exclaiming, "Webby, catch!"

The dagger imbeds itself into the ground next to Webby, and she picks it up, using the dagger's flat side to fend off the unicorn and she's able to stand back up. The unicorn charges at her again, but she's able to shove it back into it's enclosure, and Lena quickly shuts the door behind it.

Webby says while helping me back onto my feet, "Okay, that was intense. We should go back, develop a system, figure out where to look safely-"

Lena interrupts her, exclaiming, "A system?! That could take months! We gotta find the Dime before Scrooge decides to take it back!"

I ask, "What? Why are you so insistant on seeing the Dime? If you really wanted to just see it, you could just ask him and he'd show it to you."

Webby adds, "Follow-up question; where did you get a diamond dagger from, anyway?"

Lena's eyes widen, and she stutters for a moment before pointing above the unicorn's door, exclaiming, "Oh hey, look! Mysteries!"

I narrow my eyes at Lena suspiciously before looking where she pointed, saying, "Yeah, it's just random numbers that probably don't mean anything. Why did you point them out?"

Lena doesn't answer, looking nervous, and Webby mutters, "6, 4, 5, 6." She gasps, exclaiming, "Or 6, 4, 56!"

Lena says, "Mm-hmm, yes. Numbers."

I ask, "What's the significance of those numbers? I'm not seeing it."

Webby explains, "They're dates! June 4th, 1956; the day Scrooge captured the sword horse! And if you recall from today's lecture, the date Scrooge earned his Number One Dime was..."

I shrug, having not really payed attention to the lecture since I was trying to sleep, and Lena stutters, clearly not knowing the answer either.

Webby finally says, "1877! Come on!" We wander through the halls and finally find a door with the number '1877' above it, and Webby says, "Here we go, 1877, Scrooge's Number One Dime."

Lena opens the door and immediately passed out face-down on the ground. She has a scared look on her face, likely having a nightmare.

I exclaim, "Lena?! Lena, are you okay?! Lena, please wake up! Wake up, you stupidly beautiful girl!"

I blush as I say that, and try to ignore Webby's coy glare and sly smirk.

Lena suddenly screams out, "Nooooo!"

She shoots awake, bumping into me, and my blush deepens at the contact. Why do I act like this around her? What's wrong with me?

She asks frantically, "Webby? Izzy? Where the Dime?! Where's-"

Webby explains, "There is no Dime. There never was." She points inside the doorway at a large, glowing dreamcatcher that must be over 5 feet tall, adding, "The dreamcatcher from the lecture; it sucked you into-"

Lena finishes Webby's sentence, muttering, "My worst nightmare."

Webby says, "Aw, you were listening. I got the code wrong. This one is 1, 8, 77. We need 1877. C'mon."

I help Lena to her feet, and she says, "No. I'm done. Let's get out of here before anything else happens."

I release the breath I'd been holding since she woke up, saying, "I couldn't agree more. Let's go."

The three of us start walking away, but I could swear I saw Lena's shadow stretching toward the door, her shadow reaching much further than Webby's or mine. Must be a trick or the light. Weird.

We finally navigate our way back to the stairs, Webby saying, "Y'know, this was fun, but I'm kinda glad we stopped. I was nervous about this whole thing."

I say, "Me too. I'm just glad none of us got seriously injured."

Lena says, "I am too, and I'm sorry I forced you both to do something g you didn't want to do."

We spot Uncle Scrooge exiting a room with the number 1 above it, and she spots us, asking, "What the blazes are you three doing in here?!"

Webby facepalms, saying, "Oh, of course! The Number One Dime was in the Number One chamber! Duh."

Uncle Scrooge chuckles, saying, "Yeah, no one thinks to check the first one." He then says sternly, "But ye shouldn't be checkin' at all! The Other Bin is far too dangerous. Especially for you, Izzy."

I look away in shame, saying, "Sorry, Uncle Scrooge. I just wanted to see what was down here, and-"

Lena interrupts me, saying, "It's one me. Webby and I wanted to see you Dime, and we overheard you were keeping it in here, and we dragged Izzy down here, and-"

Webby interrupts this time, saying, "Sorry, Uncle Scrooge."

Uncle Scrooge's expression softens, and he says while leading us to the stairs, "You girls, Izzy especially, should know by now that if you want to know something, all you have to do is ask. Be straight with me, lassies. What if you were lost, or hurt, or eaten by the dragon?"

Webby grunts, asking disappointedly, "Aw man, there's a dragon in here?"

As I start going up the stairs, falling behind Webby and my uncle, and notice somebody missing. Where's Lena?

Just as I turn around to go look for her, she races over to the stairs, saying, "Mr. McDuck? There's something I need to tell you." She seems to be struggling to get the next words out, "My aunt is ma... ma... mad I haven't checked in with her. I got to go."

Is that why she was delayed behind us? Did her aunt call her or text her or something?

Uncle Scrooge gestures for her to follow us up the stairs, saying, "Well, go on then, lass. Let's get you home to your family."

Lena seems to freeze up, and I ask, "Lena? Are you okay?"

She slowly nods, her face seeming frightened. Geez, what could her aunt have told her that made her so scared?

I say skeptically, not believing she's being honest, "Okay, but you know that if there's anything you need to tell me, like maybe something about you aunt, you know you can tell me, right? You can tell me anything, Lena."

She just nods again, and I stare at her for a moment in concern for sighing, turning around to go upstairs, my uncle and friend already more than halfway up.

I finally get back up to the main level of the house, Lena not far behind. She seems to be much better now, even smiling. What in the world happened to make her emotions flip like that?

She asks out of nowhere, "Hey, where do you keep your sharp knives?"

I respond, "Uh, in the kitchen. Why?"

Lena responds, "Oh, no reason. Just curious."

Huh. That's weird.

She then looks at me, her eyes looking me up and down before saying, "You're pretty cute, you know that?"

My suspicious gaze is replaced by my face flushing deeply, my cheeks heating up. Did she really just say that? I stutter, not able to form proper words as she walks away, leaving the mansion to go home. Webby eyes me over her shoulder with a coy smirk like earlier, and I attempt to cover my blush. It fails, so I just go upstairs to let it go away before anyone else sees.

Dewey enters my room after a while, saying, "Izzy, can we talk?" I nod, and he continues, "Huey and Louie and I have been talking, and we've got a plan to find out just what happened to Mom on our next adventure tomorrow. We just need to know if you can keep it a secret so Uncle Scrooge and the other adults don't find out what we're doing."

I nod again, and he tells me the plan. We're finally gonna find out what happened to Mom, and all the broken pieces of my childhood memories will be complete once again. No more secrets after tomorrow.

[richardxoliverxmayhew]

II Drabble for @vxctorx

Boyish, blue orbs waltzed a delicate balance of hasty yet purposeful glances upon the roughened facade of his sketchpad's parchment, now etched with meticulously drawn ribbons and curves of ebony and ashen shades, and the golden image of his love's reclined figure. The honeyed tones of tender sunbeams and the sea's untamed locks rapping upon the distant shore perfectly accompanied such a waltz. "Just continue lyin' just like tha'... Aye, tha's righ'. Just keep tha' hand of yer's framed close to yer' face. I promise I'm almost done, just a few more touches, is all." Oh, how Vic was born to be an artist's muse (not that Richard counted himself as much of the former). The auric bends of his muscles, tied together with his princely crown of tawny curls that Richard had raked with wandering fingers a hundred times over; and not to mention the captivating splash of teal concealed in such a handsome gaze. The sort of gaze that Richard would recognize out of a crowd of thousands. The sort of gaze he would recognize in the depths of darkness. Such godly traits would be enough to make Apollo blush. "Have I e'er told ye' tha' I always wanted to go to art school. Ended up becomin' a fanciful dream, I suppose," he tut, as poised fingers weaved the sketcher's charcoal upon the final flourishes.

He could feel the round of his heart cuff against the walls of his chest. A misplaced pulse trapped against his throat now, which he silently tried to swallow back. "Y'know, I realized I've collected way too many fanciful dreams, and endorsed certain realities mainly 'cause I was expected to do so or... maybe even 'cause I was too much of a coward to figh' for wha' migh' actually make me happy." He paused. ".... It's time to put an end to tha'...." Since the weeks leading up to their seaside holiday, Richard had been wrestling with this notion, which eventually bloomed into something of a confession in his busied mind. One ripe enough that the plump of its cheek would break off from its stem on its own accord and tumble against entwined roots. Richard lowered the barrier of his sketching pad, his blue eyes-- now brimming with the excitement of hope, the fear of refusal, and, mostly, the amount of overpowering love and affection he held for this man before him. His love. His future. His everything. Placing his materials down, he drew forward before taking a seat beside his beloved; his warm hand, now lightly freckled with echoes of their previous, sunsoaked days, clasping Vic's. "Before I say wha' I've been wantin' to ask ye', I need to tell ye' tha' I got a job in London... Or, at least I applied for one, but rumour is tha' the position's as good as mine. Aye, it's not anythin' fancy like bein' a lawyer or bein' a gen'leman but it's a start; and, more importantly, it's certainly enough to buy a wee flat, and food, and clothes, and a new life. Our new life!" Our new life. Ours. Oh, how that word tasted all the more sweet now that he was saying it aloud.

His eyes crinkled into a fervid smile, as his adoring gaze remained transfixed in earnest upon Vic, as if he were the North Star amidst a night as black as tar. "Come away with me, Vic. Aye, I know, it's sudden and I don't have a ring I can offer ye' righ' now, but I'll work hard. Hell, I'll even put in two shifts. Three, if it means makin' sure ye' ne'er want for more." Fingers folded a little tighter round Vic's hand now. Youthful optimism radiated with every word the Scotsman spoke, placing what sliver of doubt he once held upon the backcloth of his mind's eye. "Just imagine, a new life away from Sco'land. A life in London! Ye' can be whoever ye' want to be and work in wha'ever job makes ye' happy, and, in time, we may just have enough to purchase Our own plot of wood. For our cottage," he cooed, Their evergreen dream never having strayed away from such ingenue beliefs. "Look, ye' don't have to answer me righ' away if ye' donnae' want to. I know wha' I'm askin' is no small feat. I just-... No ma'er how many times I played it out in my mind my life in London, my happiness, wouldn't be complete without ye'.-- To put it bluntly, I'm ready to finally be brave if ye' are too." Gentle lips kissed the gilded hills of the gentleman's knuckles. "Come with me..." Richard whispered against the other's skin, the taste of sun and brine still stained upon His skin. ".... Come with me...."

[asmallmoon333]

Oh my god this is gorgeous. I've been staring at every one of them and they're just so good. Thank you so much!!! 😭😭

The details on each one!! I can't decide where to focus on so I'm gonna talk about each one.

Stairs 😭😭😭There's something so haunting about the lines of their bodies, the black and white sets such a good tone. And Light's clenched fist!

Light on his way to 60 years of loneliness. Can I call him a dumbass while still saying how good you drew him?? The mood, the faceless features yet still saying so much emotion 🙏🙏

L all alone in a wide world, but the perspective makes it seem like he's being watched from above. Which....yes. Amazing 🙏

I can't stop staring at this one, the chess game, the glass, L's shadowed figure beyond it, faceless but so present. He looks just like a monster, and Light's tension is shown so clear here in his fingers and hand

The real-but-false domesticity of this one. Light is holding onto his plan, his victory, but he doesn't look happy about it, while L is biding his time until they're both sleeping for good on that bed. Their games never stop do they?

Lawliet-sensei 😂😂👌👌Also I love how you draw everyone else as just shadows, with only L and Light having white definitions? It reflects how they see the world, with only the two of them mattering.

lmao

This is my favorite scene for eighth life!! The first hint of Misa, of more, of something bigger than them. And you putting her image right between them is just 👌👌

Shadow people around them once more, featuring L's kitty cap and mask. When I look at this I remember how they were both pretending not to speak, to look ahead, but are secretly speaking through touch between them

Tiny lawlight!! Light lost that one for real, baby L was sneaky hahaha. No matter the world, Light just can't ignore him in the rain. Absolutely the sweetest lifetime they had, the falsity of Fifth made true <3

And finally the combination of them! The first splash of color in their bodies and the strings, showing reality clearly while the rest were flat pages in a book, only dreams in a sense. Their poses, with Light looking down in sleep, while Misa is awake and looking up, with L dangling there, hidden from view, unable to do anything. Not to mention the White notebook!! Don't think I missed that detail!! (Also not sure if the stars behind them are meant to represent the lives Light doesn't remember, but either way I love the effect!!)

Beautiful work, thank you so much for enjoying my story and bringing it to life in your art <3333333

hello i recently read time speaks by aSmallMoon333 on ao3 (@asmallmoon333 on tumblr too) and i fell in love with the story... this is not my usual style but i decided to make a small fanart of it 🤍

(close-ups of each life under the cut)

they're in order from life 1 through life 10 (with the exception of life 7).

[mauserfrau]

Sepulchre - Chapter 1

>>> Story: Read The Tags >>>>> Music: Ambient & Retrowave Events leading up to and immediately after the birth of the Calypso Twins: a love story and a story about Leda and Typhon, though I wouldn't call it a love story about Leda and Typhon. Inspired by "Tlön, Uqbar, Orbis Tertius", Bianca by Guido Crepax and those "naughty" fairy tale anthologies from the 90's. I got myself into a situation where I had to solidify the lore in Grimeverse and figured I might as well go absolutely off the wall with it considering where that story eventually ends up. Thank all of you for putting up with me while I was writing it.

Today's installment is pretty tame, covering how Leda and Typhon met. I mean, it's not G-rated because it's a Borderlands fic where Typhon opens his mouth, but there's no graphic sex. That's tomorrow or Saturday.

Enjoy & thank you very much, you lovely people. I put the first scene (note: violence) under the cut.

The truth was, she shot them. Well, a few of them. The ones who started thanking her once she’d put two bullets in that cowardly tyrant Sapphir weren’t going to make it on this planet. Letting them go was almost a cruelty. After spending the past Standard year with them?

She let them go.

From them she claimed one light transport truck with sixty days’ supplies for two people and two jugs of succ wine that tasted like acetate fumes.

She drove. The radio broke after forty miles and she had to shoot it to turn it off. Silence made her skittish, but she couldn’t take another minute of Bandits and Sandbillies and Psychos and shouting while Sapphir’s last words still rang in her ears.

“We’re going back.”

Nothing that had gone wrong on the expedition was his fault, of course. The crew screwed that dig up. Blame the weather for this one. We’ve got plenty of water. By the way, I’m keeping half of whatever you idiots find. Half of nothing was still nothing, though she doubted she was the only one in the crew who’d stashed a small find here or there in her pockets. She had a few of what Eridian researchers jokingly called dijes and some tablet pieces too small to read, the sort of stuff any half-assed museum could bum off of a corporation.

She had something, just not what she’d come for, a familiar turn of her thoughts that made it all too easy to imagine a motif running through her life.

Her father and step family had spared no expense, time or money, introducing her into the eccentric bushcraft debutante culture of Cygnus women. She got good at it, enough to attract attention. A boy had chosen her as his intended at one of the balls. She’d been fifteen and an off-worlder and most of all unwilling. She’d run back to her mother as soon as he finished proposing to her.

At her mother’s she grew bored simply existing in a cloud tower and started hanging around with the college students from two spires over. They brought her to their lectures with the name of whoever was hung over that morning. She took Overview of Terran Literature and Psychosexual Development and Intro to Xenolinguistics twice since she didn’t understand it the first time.

She never enrolled. She was assumed to be enrolled. In time she landed a transfer to another world entirely and, once again, she left. She still wasn’t sure if she said goodbye to her mother or the name of the senior she jumped into bed with in her celebratory haze.

She should have been angry about doubting those things until she forgot them, but staring into the shadowed streaks of hardpan beneath her, she felt only a background sensation of wanting to know, something she felt most of the time.

University life had almost suited her. She became a perpetual student, switching degrees, ignoring her own graduation because it was her third, working as an adjunct, sleeping in staff housing that was only slightly better than the dorms. She went to dances again, but on her own terms, and she brought home whoever she liked, seldom the same person twice. People argued about Shelley, Paglia and Austerbridge with her in public. She never said a thing about anyone hiding in the back of lecture, her own or otherwise. People came and went. Spring lasted forever. There was always a new semester, a new thing to learn, a certification she did not hold.

Until one day there wasn’t.

The dean of the language department introduced her as “our foremost expert on Eridian. She teaches a semiotics course too!”

And suddenly her room was too small, the databank was too small, her clothes were too small. Everything was too small. Mom didn’t answer when she called. She wouldn’t ask Dad. She was the only one of his children who hadn’t at least gotten engaged. So she took the job with Atlas’s research department and…

Shot Jean-Michel Sapphir in the face a year to the day later.

Part of her had always wondered what it felt like to slam a bullet into a man and not a target or a bird or the ground beneath her feet. Well, she felt like she’d been crying, except she hadn’t. She hadn’t shed a single tear since she’d gotten to Pandora.

She drove. Rakks passed over Elpis in the stringy, shuddering night.

Another chapter in her life closed. The motif, coincidental though it was, continued. At least she knew the name of the first man she had killed.

[sims4t2bb]

weekly update

Hi, hello there! We hope you've all had an amazing Sunday, and we hope that it, and the rest of your week, is happy, healthy, and full of only good things 😊

The updates for this week can be found underneath the cut!

— Database

From now on, we will only be listing the first 10 objects of a set on update posts, in an effort to increase readability. All objects in a set will still be shown in the accompanying images 👌

— Base Game

Chaise Magnifique, Fine Bowl of Fruit, Night-Blooming Cereus, Table Magnifique conversions + add-ons by @nonsensical-pixels have been added.

BlandCo Contemporary End Table, BlandCo Contemporary Crib, BlandCo Contemporary Toddler Bed, My First Library, BlandCo Baby Wipes, Baby Care Clutter, Important Things for Your Baby, Newborn Gift Basket, Stack of BlandCo Diapers, “Deal with it Later” Box, and more conversions by @thimblesims have been added.

Baby Genius Mobile, Coolala the Defender Wall Light, Cute Critter Light, String of Stars Light, Lightbox Wall Fixture, Me, Oh, Me, Oh, Me Vanity Lighting, The Littlest Big Bed, Who's That Baby? Baby Mirror, and Caress Chair conversions by @jinxxsims have been added.

Wicker Work Bassinet conversion by @kayleigh-83 has been added.

— Expansion Packs

City Living

Oops, our bad! The Super Shot Wall Hoop and the Basketball Court were listed as being converted by the ever-so-charming @balkopat, but they didn't do them! The page has been corrected.

Cats & Dogs

Suspended Runway conversion by @jinxxsims has been added.

Snowy Escape

Awkward Conversations No More! Door, Awkward Conversations No More! Door - Large, Big Mountain Sliding Door, Mountain Sun Door by Door Picker and Co., Ssh! Shoji Sliding Double Door, Streamlined Sliding Door, Ssh! Shoji Archway, Double Sunrise Window, FoReal No'Leans Window, The Half & Half Window, and more conversions by @lordcrumps have been added.

Cottage Living

5 Point Ivy Specimen, 7 Point Ivy Specimen, 7 Point Ivy Specimen but Smaller, A Sign from Gob, Agatha’s Series of Misfortunate Events Lamppost, All Good Days Daisy Box, An Ode to Chickens - the Topiary, Are You Well, Well?, Basket of Cosies, Bonus Bunny - by Sims Modelers Inc. and more conversions by @tony-veis have been added.

Growing Together

BlandCo Contemporary Changing Station conversion by @thimblesims has been added.

Shelf Full of Comfort, "Look What I Drew!" Kids Display, All-A Board Game Set, Piece-ful Puzzle Set, BBF Super-Duper Friendship Kit, Cast Away Teddy! Kid's Sculpture, Crafty Kiddo's Mess, Horsing Around (With Crafts!), Life's A Hoot, Splash Pad Whalebert, and more conversions by @jinxxsims have been added.

All wall and floor conversions by @deatherella have been added.

The Slatted Perch - Loveseat Edition, The Slatted Perch - Picnic Edition, and Baby Bliss Bassinet conversions by @kayleigh-83 have been added.

Splash Pad Flower Fun Sculpture, Splash Pad Shady Leaf Sculpture, Splash Pad Emitter - Ball/Basic/Mushroom, Splash Pad Whalebert, and Splash Pad - Small/Medium/Large conversions by @lafeeverte-sims have been added.

— Game Packs

Spa Day

Brushed Metal Square Wall Light conversion by @jinxxsims has been added.

Dine Out

Polished Metal Wall Lamp, Boxed In, and Rounded Luminosity conversions by @jinxxsims have been added.

Realm of Magic

Crystal Garden Hearth conversion by Ladysimplayer8 has been added.

[mementomoriartblog]

I love your art style so much and all the extra details you add to the characters are so cute! Like Raph and Cassandra’s scars and how Mickey has a more pronounced beak! I really like how you drew Mickey with a bit bonier body shape and the drawing you made of him with Casey when he is much older is just so bitter sweet! And I love all the adorable bandaids you put on Leo and Raph their so cute! Raph’s expressions when interacting with baby Casey are so precious and I love the designs you have to Raph and Cassandra. Cassandra’s out fit really give me roller derby vibes which I feel like she would get banned from participating in because she’d be too violent. Also having most of the drawings be in black and white with just some splash of colors here and their really makes everything stand out so much more, it looks awesome! Also I love, love, love April’s outfit and how you designed her top to look similar to the boys plastron and how allot of pieces of her outfit seem to be inspired by the boys like her knee pads and goggles and of course her very own mask. Iv never seen anyone do that before and I love it! Mickeys interactions with baby Casey are so sweet and precious, he finally gets to know what it’s like to have a younger sibling/nephew! Mickey using his mystic powers to entertain Casey is such a cute concept. Oh, I just noticed you did the same thing for Cassandra, giving her top a similar design to Aprils but in black so it fits her aesthetic more that’s so cool! Also the extra cracks along Raphs shell and broken off spikes are so cool, along with the scars on his tail! Also I love being able to see the line-art in your finished drawings, it’s just a really cool detail that I love to see in peoples art.

(Sorry that this is sort of an incoherent ramble, I just kept looking through your art and noticing more and more details. Anyways I hope you have a great day and thank you for sharing your awesome art! 💜)

I have tried finding reaction images to react to this with bc I don't have words, thank you ain't enough, this is so sweet and was so fun to read and I just

Yeah Cassandra and April get plastron armor, Casey does too but his is a different design since he's just a kid. I like to headcanon the plastron armor was army wide! It's Donnie's personal design, so the battle armor is definitely sturdy

[kazxraval]

Kaz gave a shrug to the pondering of a 'career' direction he'd not given much thought to. "A pivot, perhaps," he played along. "I passed the hammering shirtless test, yeah. Won me the job, that skill." He curled an arm in front of him to admire. "Gonna have our himbo summer now, Em."

"No one is leaving this place for a minute." His departure from the market well-timed. Kaz's eyes jumped from his hand to Emre over the burrowing of crystals, as though they were little parasites in a wait to infect their chosen host once more. "It hasn't happened again. Not since that day with you at the waterfall." A glorious day interrupted by the excruciating pain and confusion of a map to nowhere.

A faint and sympathetic smile graced his lips. "I know you didn't ask to solve anything. Don't have to, either." Despite it, Emre became deeply ingrained into the fabric of the mystery. "I've not told anyone else. Or heard any stories at all." Kaz briefly grinned. "It's been our secret for so long. I kind of don't want to share it." But the Tower maintenance and tech teams certainly focused on the last trip Kaz and Emre took.

In his cupped hand he examined the pieces and noted the qualities. Pale, translucent, lifeless. With a furrowed brow, he funneled the dull shards and crushed powder back into the pouch. "We can try to induce the crystals to show us the map again. This time, I'm going to follow it. There's some reason why they activated at the falls, but no where else, hm? And with you."

A pause to brush over his beard. "These crystals in connection with the teleporter showed us the past." Arguably, a version of the past. "I need to know what they want to show us here. Do you remember it all, that day at the falls?"

Electricity and proper plumbing, Kaz hadn't thought about rooms in the tower. "Oh." He nodded his head. 'We can still fuck' drew a small laugh from Kaz. "Glad you've nailed down the most important aspect of a home. Being able to go at each other in relative peace."

A polar shift in Emre existed for a while, just not in so many words: the independence of one brother provided freedom to another. The push for Emre's own place, in his own life, began to make sense. With you, obvs. A feathery type of flutter rose inside Kaz. One felt often with Emre. Not just his dick getting hard.

Their hands already roamed throughout the conversation. All to punctuate or assure, or simply to remind of the blissful sharing of space. This time, his fingers grazed over Emre's chest and to an arm to squeeze. "Me and you." A chant to invoke into existence what had undoubtedly already been floating around them to begin with.

Kaz made a quiet but amused sound. "Ah, you're tearing me apart," said low, no real emotion tied to it. He tried not to smile at Emre's most dainty and hands full applause. "Mhm, and the like. I'll show you more later."

Kaz did want an autopsy of Seattle. Not necessarily a neatly generated report, but a start. The more devastating parts of the trip still hidden in the corners of his grotto for now. Did Emre think about the man (men) Kaz killed as often as Kaz? Or the image of a blank but blood-splattered expression?

For the time being, he'd rather stay nested in their ring of tobacco scent and smoke, perfectly mirrored in the way they each held a cigarette between fingers and exhaled away from each other. Fingers gently claimed Kaz's hair. His chin brushed Emre's forehead in a cat-like affection. A hand stayed on Emre's back, alternating between trailing around and pressing the palm into the well-defined muscles.

Plenty ways we can lose our minds... "Stop," an empty warning in a whisper. Now his dick could definitely get hard. "All the way, yeah, all with you." They wouldn't stay locked together long. But he closed his eyes and felt Emre's touch pour over him, a warm splash of want, the right balance of excitement without growing too out of hand. Enough to relax. (Wouldn't he kill to always feel this damn good, this adored and horny and protected?)

"Rolled over onto it?" He slipped out of his trance with a longer lasted smile. Basked in the beams of 'weirdo' and 'fucked-up mind' laced with nothing more than appreciation. "Your sheets don't make the best hiding place, so don't have to worry about that."

And right on time, Emre provided an intriguing idea. "Dunno. Part of me... part of me wants it to be real. If I can find this hidden box of Ani's maybe... I can find more." A cradle of bones on a beach, her final resting place? Utterly delusional, and he frowned. "I mean. I know it's not realistic."

More smoking before he changed directions. "Or. I'd like to see your little self go ballistic over missing shoes." Kaz softly pinched the top curve of Emre's ear. And Emre's kisses left stars in his beard, precious gems to keep. "Reyansh having a meltdown over missing cheese would be gold."

"If we took things, we could've left things, don't you think." Was it possible? And what the hell was the point? "It's weird that Ali didn't stay in London. He traveled to my... past. If you can call it that. But didn't stay in yours." Another thought. "I asked the tower techs to locate anything picked up on the cameras in Seattle from our trip too."

They could've left things. The value came at him in strange ways. A warning to Urmilla. To Omar, all trajectories altered... but was any of it true? Did those strange semi-memorable places they visited abide by the laws of their own weird-ass universe?

Emre acted as though Kaz unintentionally caught him stealing a sweet or something. A lot of being grown, pointed out a real home, a real man. (Which Kaz had never known anyone real-er than Emre) Kaz asked himself: should I say no? Backtrack. Claim to be misunderstood. Except he didn't feel any of those things were accurate. His hand clasped over the one on his shoulder. "You don't have to move down there. It can be rough riding out storms if you're too close to the beach." Flooding, exposure to more wind damage than the interior... then again, a storm anywhere was rocky to endure.

"I see the allure of the tower too. Kind of like living in a high rise or something." Which might suit Emre. "I'll visit, wherever you go." He stopped to smoke again. "But I don't see why we can't be neighbors."

As he said it, the usual urge to run from any perceived attachment was barely a vibration in his head. The idea of something begun triggered the inevitable ending now so far out it fell off his horizon. Jaanu. "That way, it's easier to borrow a cup of sugar."

Emre snorted in amusement, taking a moment to peer over the railing at the little stalls below. Bustling and busy, as was normal at this time of day. "Yeah..." he drawled lightly, magnetized by Kaz's thinking, but reluctant to just copycat the other. "So you're opting for a new career in building instead. 'Kaz the trader' is now 'Kaz the builder' - got a nice ring to it, innit." Emre teased deadpan, tilting his head. "Can you hammer whilst shirtless, is - is that a thing?"

All for himself. Emre's mind slipped back into more sun-mottled, ocean-spray, sultry moments. Him and Kaz, slippery in wet and naked heat, whispering love in multiple languages at each other. Claiming each other in tender but firm ways. It felt so right then, it fixed so much into place, made things real. But neither of them really knew what to do next, Emre realized. After bleeding, intimate promises of worship and fealty, they both just....continued on in their lives. Emre back to work, Kaz back to work, bouncing back together for occasional jaunts and adventures.

The separation suited them both, between their reality and the other reality, but...why?

Kaz reported about the teleportation room, as Emre enjoyed his fingers prying for the lighter. "Oh. Oh - so one teleport still actually works? I reckon no one would dare use it though." In case it blew apart too, exacerbating the Flower tower malfunction. He watched as Kaz extracted a little pouch - so dear. So darling, the way Kaz stored things. Altoids tins and little compartments and cheap velvet pouches - and shook out the contents.

And explained the magnitude of what happened. Emre stared at the crushed crystal pieces, then up at Kaz. "Careful with that, luv. Looks like it could slice your hand. Or - or...burrow inside. Your other palm, Kaz. Remember the map on your palm? Might be time we look into that again. Crystals that can be shattered and puv...pulp...puvverized, yeah. Fuck me..." Emre kissed his teeth. "All these bits and pieces of a puzzle I never asked to solve."

But Kaz was a detective, of sorts. Investigative, curious, determined. Coupled with some internal apathy, and a natural wariness. "Do you reckon anyone else knows about the crystals like you - like we do? Should we tell anyone else? Or maybe others have had erm, encounters with crystals, innit." Or better to figure it out themselves. Emre was leaning keeping it on the down low, if only because he wasn't sure how to begin explaining. Only Kaz understood - possibly more than Emre.

"The Tower's got dorms! For people to do shifts overnight and that." Not permanent homes, but Emre shrugged. "Calm, luv, calm. I'm just spoiled for the electricity and toilets in there innit."

Emre wasn't serious about living in the Tower, but Kaz's protest sounded almost...blustery. Kaz, indignant? That felt new; or maybe Emre read him wrong. Why would Kaz have strong opinions on Emre's new living area, after all...? Right. Emre grinned. "We can still fuck in the Tower, you know."

The mention of Iyaz felt incongruous, and Emre shook his head. "No. nah. Bruv's truly found his own life out there. I wouldn't want to..." Emre paused, pondering his feelings. He'd thought about his brother, but not as obsessively has he used to. No little (tall) younger to mind, control, fix, help. "He...he was right, you know. We needed to be separated. He needed independence, so...so I could be free. I've got my own life now, don't I." To lessen the gravity, Emre winked up at Kaz. "With you, obvs."

Emre leaned in to take the flame, leaning back to exhale smoke. "What's a jimmydean," he replied, not expecting an answer. Kaz had a trick to show him - playful and fun. Was this what Kaz was like, with his mates? Full of little skills and novelties, amusements for others so he could be amused in turn. Whiling away hours just...hanging out. Being normal. Emre grinned, with a two finger applause on his palm. "Wager you can blow them funny smoke circles and the like too, innit. Man's got all sorts of talent with that pretty mouth."

Kaz clearly didn't want to dissect Seattle. And when he collected Emre close, teasing with the alien cool of the lighter juxtaposed with Kaz's calloused fingers on his skin, post mortems flew out of Emre's mind as well. All that mattered was the now, the present. It was so easy to do that with Kaz. He never wanted to scrape through the past, or plan for the future. It was just now, here, with him. Emre raised his arm, draping it over Kaz's shoulder, hand curling into the nape of his neck. That thick tangle of silky black hair slid between his fingers, pure luxury.

"Mmm. Maybe you're right. Just slow down for a moment, yeah? Manual labour. Plenty ways we can lose our minds, focus on the physical." A drag of his cigarette, and then Emre nuzzled his forehead against Kaz's scruffy chin.

Ani's treasures in the dorm. Emre exclaimed, leaning back. "You what! You hoarded enough in your bloody rock-cave, got to spill over into mine? What if I rolled over onto it and crushed it all?" It was a joy, though, knowing Kaz trusted Emre with Ani's treasures. Or...maybe not Emre, but his sleeping quarters? "You fucking weirdo. The way your fucked-up mind works..." Emre sounded fond, admiring. He shook his head. "Still can't believe we was able to bring stuff back from the past. Oi, fuck, Kaz. What - you don't think that was...real, do you? Little me comes home to find his prized creps is jacked? Or poor little Ani can't find her ticket stub and keychain?"

Kaz flipped the lighter joke into a trainers quip, clever little sod. In response, Emre pressed two, three, four kisses in quick succession along Kaz's jaw. Kaz was still talking, about his property, his beach. But then -

A pause. Emre leaned back again, to meet Kaz's plum-dark eyes. "You what. You...what? I'm - you know that's not what. I weren't saying we should, dunno. It wasn't a hint at anything, you know that." Emre's turn to bluster. "Dorm really is just getting too small, and I'm a grown fucking man! My grieving period is over! Yazzie's moved on, I've got to do the same, I've got to make a home, a real home like a real man. And - really? Your beach. You want me, on your beach. That close to you. Bruv. Mate, darling. Jaanu." Emre laid a heavy hand on Kaz's shoulder.

"I'm serious here, my love. Is that really what you want? I'm not asking for that. Not that you'd be pressured into anything even if I did ask, you're no pushover innit. Nah, this is just - are you sure?"

[getouswh0re]

Howdy!! Could I request Yandere Gojo and Geto from jjk, with a special-grade sorcerer reader? Ty in advance, I really like your writing!✨

an; thank you for the love ˊᗜˋ💕 here are some drabbles for them separately, hope you liked it :3

warnings; yandere, gore, blood, unhealthy relationships, obsessive behaviour. do not condone such actions in real life, and please kindly read at your own discretion.

THE night was quiet, almost serene, totally at odds with the glowering menace in Geto’s eyes. Gone was the subtle gentleness in those inky slits you had grown to adore; in its place, inscrutable darkness bore holes into the back of your skull as you shuddered beneath the curse user’s glare.

It was still Geto in the flesh: the same face, unique hairstyle and robes he’d wear just like any other day. Yet it was no longer the special-grade sorcerer whom you once knew and loved. You never knew what caused such a drastic change in him; all you wished for, was for the old Geto to return, hoping that all of this was none other than another nightmare.

“Suguru? W-What are you doing at my door? It’s already late, you should be taking some rest ...” A hint of dismay — maybe sadness, ghosted his expression when the raven picked up the quivers in your tone. Nonetheless, a gentle smile adorns his face, emerging from the shadows to reveal himself as the raven explained himself.

“Why? Can’t I come and visit you?” He cocked his head, a playful smirk evident. Geto never ceased to make your heart flutter; perhaps it was his flirtatious nature and mellow personality that drew you towards him, but even after being one of his closest friends for a long time, at times you felt like you couldn’t understand him at all, with this being one of the occurrences.

You chortled, about to invite the raven into your apartment when warning bells started to ring incessantly in your head, warning you that there was something awry about him once you caught a glimpse at his clothes imbrued with crimson splatters.

“Sugu ... what is that on your clothes?”

“Oh this? Satoru splashed me with red paint, it’s not much of a big deal.” You knew he was lying, instantly picking up the revolting metallic stench from the stains. Dread filled your mind while you staggered back, keeping a distance from the male who gave you a perplexed look in return.

“You and I know a smell like this isn’t red paint ...” Trying to be as calm as you could, you retracted a step backwards with every stride Geto took. “Be honest with me. What on earth have you done?”

“Sharp as ever, y/n.” A condescending look took over as Geto finally revealed his true colours. “The world needs to change. All these monkeys are the reasons why curses exist. They can’t even control their cursed energy properly, and we sorcerers have to battle with death every time a curse poses as a threat to them. Their ignorance is revolting in its core, and I believe to make the world a better place, it would be better off to remove all of them out of sight. Don’t you agree —“

“What the fuck are you thinking?” Unable to withhold your seething rage, you snapped at the curse user. “This isn’t what sorcerers should do! What you are doing is of no difference from a brutal murderer Geto! I can’t fucking believe you!”

“How can you think of me like they y/n? That hurts my heart you know.”

Before you could even scream, he was already inches away, blood-stained hands caressing your cheeks tenderly as if you were made of fragile glass. “I just want to make life easier, there’s no need for us to put our lives at stake every time we exorcise curses. Right? We could be enjoying peaceful days together, free from the dangers of this world ...”

“Stop! Your delusions are sick, this isn’t you at all Geto! I don’t know what is wrong with your brain, but it’s never too late to turn back —“

Suddenly, your vision darkened — your consciousness sinking into a bottomless void as the raven carried you in a bridal style, the two of you vanishing into the tenebrosity of the night.

“And I thought you were the only one who’d understand me ... love.” He shook his head in disapproval, but the disappointment in his eyes were eventually replaced with glee as Geto stared at your limp figurine in his arms.

“But don’t worry, what needs to be done will be done. For our sake, for our future together.”

EVERYTHING would always be uglier up close.

At first glance, one might find Gojo Satoru a perfect man: with talent, looks and wealth all in one package. Men envy the greatest sorcerer of all time, and women grovel at his feet, desperate for a sprinkle of the man’s attention. Despite living the life everyone dreams to be in, the heir of the Gojo clan couldn’t care less about how the world spins around his axis. For the sorcerer has his eyes set on something much more worthy of his time and effort. 

He is a man of determination, willing to achieve his goals with whatever means possible — even resorting to dirtying his own hands. It is such an irony that underneath the charming façade, such a disgusting soul exists.

“For the last time Satoru, I am not interested in dating anybody.” Heaving an exasperated sigh, you politely shoved the lavish presents piling up at your front door back into the man’s arms. 

“I feel really flattered that you have feelings for me, I truly do. But I’m sure you know as sorcerers, we fight with death every day. If there is any regret that I’d dread to have ... it would be to leave everything I love behind. And I would rather die alone than leave my partner suffering on their own.” 

“That’s what I love about you y/n.” 

A loving sigh slipping from his tongue, Gojo took a step forward, cupping your face with utter delicacy. Yet you felt more than revolted by his sudden intimacy, struggling to writhe away from his tightening grip.

“You are always so kind, so considerate ... something I cannot find in anyone else other than you. But think about it sweetheart! You and I are both special-grade sorcerers, but I can protect you from the curses — at the same time giving you the moon and stars. We could move in together, you wouldn’t even need to work anymore. Why make your life harder when I could simply provide for you? Seriously —” 

“S-Satoru, I hate to tell you this but you’re pushing the boundaries right now.” Trying to reason with the sorcerer, you spoke with a harsher tone, praying that Gojo would get the hint and respect your choices. “You’re out of your mind! And why would you force 

Nonetheless, your words fell on deaf ears. 

“Now this is not how you should react when someone offers you their heart and soul.” The light in his cerulean eyes darkened, cyan hues glimmering beneath the penumbra of nightfall. “And I know you are a smart young woman, so you’d come to realise what is in your best interest. I really don’t want to do this to you y/n; but if you are trying to push me away from your life again, I would have to keep you to my side — the hard way.” 

With that, he pulled down his blindfold.

You were aware of how dangerous Infinite Void was; still, experiencing it first-hand was one hell of a terrifying experience. Fleeting images flashed across your vision as if all of this was in fastforward motion, depicting your fate in the past along with future. As certain blurred vestiges showed up, your heart sank in indescribable despair; moments of you and none other than Gojo were portrayed — blood splattered across the labyrinth of streets in Tokyo, your trembling hands intertwined with his, platinum bands wrapped around both of your ring fingers, adorable kids that were exact replicas of both of you. At this point, you could feel the will to fight back dwindling to fickle embers. 

No matter what you did, Gojo would always find his way back to you.

Even if he had to tear the world apart with his hands. 

[fizzyxcustard]

"I Never Knew It'd Be Like This"  (Armitage  Summer Splash Day 2)

As part of @lathalea and I's Armitage Summer Splash, I present to you, day 2.

Masterlist of fics for Summer Splash

Prompts: Above image. "I never knew it'd be like this." Only one bed trope.

Fandom: North & South - modern John Thornton

Pairings: Modern!John Thornton x Fem!Reader (very slight)

Warnings:

Summary: You are John Thornton's secretary and have agreed to travel to New York with him in high hopes of sealing a deal for his company at Marlborough Mills. However, your boss begins to show that temper of his when things don't go according to plan.

Comments/Notes: If anyone would like to be added to or removed from my tag list, please say. Another fic about hotels, seeing as day 1 had the main characters staying in a hotel.

John was exasperated. Your plane had been delayed by an hour. You had waited ninety minutes for your shuttle bus from JFK to Manhattan, and now you were standing in the reception of your hotel, being told that only one room had been booked.

"I booked this myself a month ago," you told the blonde woman who was starting to grow quite scared of John. You could see her keep looking over at your rather annoyed boss who had the ability to make anyone shake just by the scowl on his face. "I made sure it was for two rooms."

John stepped away from the desk, recognising immediately why he had hired you as his secretary. You had the way with people that he didn't. When people had an issue with their wages, annual leave days or general working conditions, they came to you. Approaching John Thornton was a last resort.

"Okay, thank you," you said to the lady at reception, trying not to sigh and show your annoyance.

"What's happening? I had to step away because I knew I'd start shouting," John told you.

"They've apparently overbooked and they've only got one room available for us, and it's got one double bed," you sighed.

"Oh, this is bloody ridiculous!" John hissed. He dashed to the desk and began to ask if the manager was available.

"John! Calm down, please," you urged him.

The lady behind the desk was backing off, unsure what to do and showing signs that she hadn't been in this job for very long. Hotels always had their fair share of angry guests, and most staff members became used to it over time. This woman, however, did not have the confidence and assertiveness that most hotel staff had.

Ten minutes later, you and John admitted defeat and made your way to the elevator. But, on a positive note, you had now managed to get yourselves free drinks in the bar and free meals for the rest of your stay.

"I never knew it'd be like this," John mused to himself as you both stood in the elevator, feeling it shudder beneath you as it rose up the floors.

"What?"

"New York. It's busy, stinks, and everything has gone wrong since we landed," he sighed, crossing his arms. "Makes me wonder if this place is cursed."

"Come on, stop being so pessimistic," you urged him. The loud ping of the elevator stopping drew you both out of your thoughts, and you stepped out onto the sixth floor, trailing your suitcases behind you.

"I'm glad it's only for two nights. I'll take the floor," John said as he looked upon the double bed dominating the centre of the room which you walked into. He couldn't deny that he felt a pang of something. Anticipation, maybe? A shiver raced up his spine, and he looked across to you, only to see you looking down at the beige carpet

"The bed is big enough for two people with plenty of space in the middle. You won't even know I'm there."

John smirked to himself. Of course he'd know you were there. Even when you weren't there, he still felt you somehow. He had spent enough time around you to acknowledge that his feelings ran deeper than purely platonic. And for a second he thought back on the men who worked in the mill, who would wolf whistle at you as they passed by the office. Then, to his amazement, some of them you even spoke to! Why would you ever entertain the idea of talking to men who only saw you as a piece of meat?

You looked out the window only to see dark and heavy clouds had settled over the city, and rain was falling. "We should make the most of those free meal tickets tonight," you chuckled.

You and John went down to the lounge area a couple of hours later, your special tickets in hand to give you access to free food and drinks. Suddenly, John's phone began to ring. He stepped away from you for a minute, excusing himself with a smile.

You sat down at a table and began to skim the menu, but John's irate voice wafted through the room. Customers of the lounge began to stare, their heads turning in the direction of the angry voice.

"If this is how you're going to manage your time then you can shove the fucking deal!" John boomed.

You tried not to focus on the sea of heads that had turned towards you and followed John to the seat opposite you.

"What's happened now?" you asked in frustration and embarrassment.

"The meeting for tomorrow has been cancelled, and they don't know when they can re-schedule it to. Possibly not for another three months. They can kiss my..."

"John?" You interrupted. "Just calm down for five minutes and enjoy some food."

***

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[lemons3ason]

Eustass Kid and Trafalgar Law: Dominant NSFW Scenarios with Fem!Reader

Warning: Minors do not interact, 18+, overstimulation, man handling, spanking, degradation, dracyphilia, rough intercourse, breeding kink, daddy kink

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Trafalgar Law

How long had it been since he got to bury himself deep inside your wet plush cunt? Four no maybe five years? Who knows but the soft (f/c) silk of your kimono looked gorgeous against your glowing body, the moment Law’s eyes met yours he couldn’t restrain himself. He was all over you in seconds, now even as tears spilled from your sweet eyes from the constant attack to your clit and breasts Law couldn’t be happier.

“L-law too much.”, you whined gently pulling on his raven locks as he sucked on your swollen breasts.

He looked up at you with hungry eyes, he released your breast from his mouth with a loud pop before pulling his thick cock out of your weeping cunt. You whined as your orgasm slowly disappeared, “What? You said it was to much, right? Fine then I’ll give you a break not like you can take my love despite it overflowing for you.” He softly rubbed himself off groaning as you watched him, your heat was begging for him but the more he rubbed himself off the more you wanted his thick wet cock inside you.

Law growled seeing your fingers quickly dive down into your cunt to chase your release, if you wanted to cum so badly then he’d make you beg. Law quickly grabbed your wrist and pinned them both above your head making you cry out his name, “Oh no you don’t little brat, you won’t cum unless I’m making you cum.”, you wanted your release but he wouldn’t give it to you since you had whined like a baby. His lips pressed against the skin of your marking your skin up like he had it before, you shuddered feeling his thick shaft rub between your folds, he was doing this on purpose.

“L-Law stop please. I-I want it inside, make me cum please. I can’t take it.”, you whined kissing the side of his face. He let out a deep groan and chuckled against your skin as he buried just the head inside your puffy cunt, “No, not like that! M-more please. I want it all make me cum please.”

“But you said you can’t handle it. You can’t handle Daddy’s fat cock so he can’t give it to you. Just get off to me being inside like a good brat.”, Law growled seductively against your ear. His free hand attacked your clit edging you to your release, the knot in your stomach was ready to unravel but it just wasn’t enough.

You hated when Law teased you, he was just so mean. You couldn’t help the tears escaping your wet eyes, you wanted him so bad but he was being such a jerk. “D-Daddy...Daddy please make me cum. I’m so close please don’t stop.”, you whimpered rolling your hips to try and seduce him. Law couldn’t help the cocky smirk that drew over his face, he loved when you got desperate for him. His lips quickly met yours in a wet kiss while his rough hands threw your legs over his shoulders leaving you open to his every touch. He realigned himself with your entrance and plunged his whole member in with one strong thrust. He drank up your sweet moan as your walls clamped down around his member, your orgasm was strong your whole body trembled from how intense it was but Law wasn’t done with you yet. He pounded into your cunt extending your orgasm as long as he could until his seed filled your needy womb. God he had missed this, his load was thick and heavy, his white cream filled you until it poured out of occupied cunt. “Oh yes that’s it Beautiful, take it all into your cute womb and get pregnant.”, He moaned fingering his seed back into your twitching hole.

“What a delicious sight.”, Law smiled licking his lips.

“M-my body won’t stop shaking. Law that was too much for ahhhh!”

Before you knew it the hair of his goatee was brushing against your folds, Law wasn’t done with you yet. He’d eat out his seed from your gooey cunt and fill you back up until he ran dry and this time he wouldn’t stop unless he felt like it. Your fingers quickly reached down from his scruffy black hair and he smiled watching your back arch, he was so happy to have you back.

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Eustass Kid

A Pirate Captain falling in love with a Navy Captain, how laughable, except no one was laughing at this moment. Kid pounded away at your guts like a starved man, it was unbelievable to think that his childhood crush had become a strong beautiful woman for the Navy but as if he cared. Your back arched and you yelped in pain as his heavy hand met the flesh of your stinging ass once more.

“Stupid little cock slut, can’t take me in but still wanted to run away with me. You’re such an idiot but you’re my idiot.”, Kid laughed holding your hips in his bruising grip as he plowed away at your soppy cunt.

Kid was always aggressive, it was just who he was, but right now with every hit and name he gave you you felt so small under him. You were crying into the sheets from the overstimulation, you hated to admit it but the the rougher he was with you the more turned on you became. His veiny cock was dragging against all the right spots making you see stars, even as you gripped the bedsheets desperately for some sort of anchor he was sending your body to heaven and back.

Another slap to your thigh sent you over the edge, you came against his cock your orgasm splashing against his lower stomach much to his satisfaction. He grabbed your wrists in his hands and fell back forcing you to move with his body and impale yourself on his cock, you cried out in pleasure as the swollen tip pushed past your cervix. You couldn’t handle it, not in this position, Kid planted his feet into the mattress and started to thrust up into your gushy cunt keeping his grip tight around your wrists. You looked so delicious bouncing up on his cock, your sweet red ass slapped against the bottom of his abs with each bounce your tiny body made and he was loving it.

“Stupid little Captain, you’re nothing more then a cock hungry whore but god do I love you. Come here baby lay against Daddy’s chest and let him play with your sweet tits.”, Kid ordered you could barely make out his image behind you, your watery eyes were blocking your vision but god did he drive you crazy. You laid your back against his chest, your lips kissed his neck while his rough hands met the soft flesh of your breasts. He pounded away at you like nothing, even if he broke you he’d continue because that’s why he wanted and not even you could take that away from him, “Pretty girl crying over my cock like a dumb baby, that’s it take my cock and cry over how lucky you are to have it.”

One of your hands somehow found his red hair and you couldn’t help but pull on it forcing a deep moan out of Kid’s mouth. He smirked and kept your hand there repositioning himself so he could thrust faster into your core. He found a powerful rhythm that made you arch against his chest, the intense slap of his balls against your clit was sending you over the edge, you felt his cock twitch and in just a matter of seconds you were both screaming as he released inside of you.

“My dumb stupid little girl, god I love you.”

[knockoutqueenoftheunderworld]

SAW:

Krolmeister pays for Nancy Drew and who he assumes is her ‘boyfriend’ so in the beginning of the game they have to switch to two rooms instead of sharing a bed lmao. Henry checks in just fine and then Nancy steps up and the fucking picture falls off the wall.

Leaving Iggy in River Heights with Ned.

Henry gets the ghost in the mirror haunting, runs out screaming to Nancy talking to Rentaro in the garden, has to calm down from a panic attack before he can explain.

Nancy sits him down and gets him to fix the portrait backing to distract him. It takes him four hours, which is still better than my record time.

Henry gets addicted to the Pachinko parlor. Yumi thinks he’s adorable.

Takae likes Henry better than Nancy so he gets stuck listening to her long boring stories. Nancy is too curious. “Henry-kun does not ask so many questions, Nancy-san. This makes him a better companion. You could do well to learn from him.”

Henry is killer at bento but intimidated by Yumi’s outgoingness.

Henry knows exactly what Logan should get for Bess. Nancy figures out to use the outfit program but Henry is the one making the ultimate decision on the all-pink clothing.

Nancy gets pushed underwater when they find the will. Henry fucking wrecks the robot with his fists because he’s so fed up with haunting.

They expose Rentaro at the end and involve the police in the sabotage and dangerous stunts he pulled bc i hate that man

CAP:

Iggy is with Ned again

Markus isn’t pleased about flying two people out to Germany because money but Nancy insists they’re a pair and Henry tries not to get emotional about her fighting for him to be there

Henry knows from the first second at the castle gate that he will have a Rough Time at this mystery (Henry is not good with kids)

Henry, Nancy and Karl playing endless rounds of Raid because Nancy knows that Henry likes to buy things from the gift shop and they need to get money somehow

Meanwhile Henry secretly loves Raid and is finding coins everywhere anyway, he has a secret stash of cash the boy was deprived of fun as a child leave him alone

The one time Henry talks to Anja, she can tell he’s having ‘boy troubles’ and Henry makes a hasty retreat because his crush on Ned gets worse with every daily selfie with Iggy that Ned sends

So Nancy handles Lukas and Anja, Henry mostly takes Renate and Karl (downstairs people problems amiright)

Henry: So I asked Renate if she has a home-

Nancy: Oh god i’m rubbing off on you, your tact is diminishing as we speak

Nancy wears the dress and Henry is like weirdly butthurt that he didn’t get a festive outfit too? Even though it’s kind of a threat because her clothes were shredded? Henry just wants to be included

Henry’s exploring the woods and Nancy’s splashing around in the tunnels and suddenly she comes up behind him thanks to the forest exit and Henry nearly has a heart attack

They return Renate’s scarf together

(trying to solve the wall image puzzle)

nancy: can you please hold the flashlight steady

henry: i literally have trauma but go off i guess

Henry grabbing Nancy’s hand in the dungeon in the endgame because he’s terrified

nancy: I know it’s you-

henry: lukas

nancy: uh, no, it’s anja

henry: sorry it just felt right

Nancy & Henry Solving Mysteries: An Unfinished Timeline

My HCs for Henry joining Nancy in cases after cry. Features/alludes to my myriad of ships, possibly including: ned/henry, frank/nancy, deirdre/george, joe/sonny, frosty/chase. I might update this when more inspiration hits.

CRY:

Henry totally crushed on Ned when they first met in college and he got a little irked and disappointed when he found out Ned had a girlfriend, so he tries to date Summer to get over it, which is why he kind of acts cold to Nancy when they first meet, because Ned literally sent her to his house lmao (courtesy of lauren)

VEN:

Henry rooms with Colin

I need those interactions in my life

Colin is the definition of an incel

HAU:

Nancy talking to Ned in the phone booth with Henry awkwardly hovering outside the phone booth because car-crashed banshee late-night the-weird-guy-in-the-den-with-the-bruise-kinda-flirted-with-me-and-idk-what-to-do-with-that separation anxiety

And Ned's being a weirdo because of the party side plot going on, only sounding interested/relaxed when Nancy mentions henry and how Iggy won't let go of Henry's neck due to being spooked in the crash, how Henry made friendship bracelets on the plane to calm his flying nerves, how thrilled Kyler is that nancy brought a plus one, etc

Nancy mentions Kit and Kyler's weird dynamic but how he hinted at sleeping with Henry or something and Ned gets very quiet

Like the "..." In the chat in these games

"...Guess he's over Summer then?"

"Oh, Henry's just outside if you want to talk to him!"

Cue Ned loudly protesting while she forcefully shoves Henry in to talk to Ned because shes the least tactful person ever

And they have an awkward conversation about Kit and dating and Ned's like,, "Hey, love who you love, man. As long as you're happy, I'm happy."

BUT HIS VOICE BREAKS ON THE SECOND SYLLABLE A LA FRANK TALKING TO NAN IN CAP

anyway. when they're trudging around the grounds Nancy and Henry have a discussion about Kyler and Matt's unhealthy relationship and Henry's experiences with unhealthy relationships

and at the ceremony Henry and Nancy are lowkey side eyeing each other because this marriage won't last lmaooooo

But anyway, Henry asks Kit to dance at the reception because he is growing beyond his past yay

RAN:

Henry is very anxious even before arriving at dread isle

Because he's gonna meet some of Nancy's besties and THE PRESSURE

But he and George hit it off pretty quick

He can't stand Coucou and doesn't love the monkeys but he's SO GOOD at the games they play. Even the spinner game. He kicks ass and Nancy sucks

WAC:

Nancy is a student, Henry is a snack shop employee

Henry: “hi what can I get for you”

Girl: um,,,,, toasted bagel with uh, lettuce

Henry: ????

Henry, texting Nancy: this is her third bagel today. Each time she orders a different topping. I’m beginning to get concerned.

little does he know theyre just going there to see him lol

Henry: oh yeah Rachel? She’s secretly a twin.

Nancy: WAT

Henry: obviously

Henry: if you werent so distracted playing games against leela you would have noticed

Henry snooping through Izzy and leelas room with Nancy: THIS is Jacob?!!??! what has society come to

Henry: at least date a player that’s halfway ATTRACTIVE

Henry: Jacob is a chad

Henry: Mel probably has good taste

Mel: I'm gay

Henry: see? Taste

Henry, to the camera: okay not going to lie tho Mr. Harris is kind of a snack

“….don’t tell anyone I said that”

“I have a reputation”

and Henry is the only snack not on sale at the snack shop

Nancy walks upstairs to find Henry in the sitting area looking deep in thought, staring at Mel's door

Nancy: "what's up?"

Henry: "how many scales can one person practice in a day before they lose their mind?"

Nancy: spots the white squirrel on the branch outside her window "I'm gonna climb out and get it."

Henry: "I'm literally begging you to do anything else."

Henry just has a plethora of Edgar Allen Poe knowledge stored away from his EMO emo phase in high school

Nancy saying, "but what was the deal with all those glass eyes?" In the bathroom is her on the phone with Henry lmao

(all of this courtesy of cambria, maddy and lauren)

TOT:

Chase reminds Henry of Ned because he's so wholesome and kind

When Henry mentions it, Nancy remarks that frosty reminds her a bit of Henry

Henry uncovers that Frosty and Chase are a couple thanks to the flash drive

OOooooOoOoooohh cIneMaTiC paRAlLels

Nancy mentions Ma to Pa every 5 seconds and Henry elbows her every time but she just. keeps. going

Henry tries to calm Frosty down with the mice thing but fails and then Chase comes in and Frosty is fine is 2.5 seconds and Henry is exasperated and Nancy is all-knowing

Debbie adores Iggy and pet sits him while Nancy drives Henry around to photograph clouds bc Henry is far more artistic and Nancy is more logical

Henry and Ned have been texting since wac

Nancy also intoduces Henry to Frank and Joe over the phone

Joe wont stop texting Henry ab random shit but its okay

Henry's phone has been blowing up between Bess and Ned and George and Joe and occasionally Frank and Kit a couple of times

So he's becoming more confident and feeling loved!

"Who are you texting?" Nancy asks

"Hm?" Henry asks, pausing while posing for a selfie. "Oh, Joe wanted another pic of Iggy." Iggy blinks at Nancy from his perch on Henry's shoulder. "C'mon." Nancy crowds in and he wraps his arm around her. They're both wearing plaid, mostly as a joke. They grin.

Iggy croaks, smiling as well.

Henry sends the snap, laughing to himself.

Nancy catches his eye. "Joe's single, you know," she says mildly.

Henry raises his eyebrows. They've never really talked about his sexuality, or his dates, Kit notwithstanding. "So is Frank," Henry replies.

Is she - is she blushing?

"Yeah." She bites her lip. "It's hard to know -" she sighs.

Henry doesnt know how to break it to her. How do you tell your best friend you have a thing for her ex-boyfriend? "Joe's awesome, but... he's not my type."

"And that's okay," Nancy says. "You know you can tell me anything?"

"I know." Henry pauses. Holds his breath. Lets it out. "Almost ready."

Nancy laughs. "Just tell me when."

After Scott blah blah blah....

"It's too bad, yknow." Henry says. The team looks at him, Debbie with tears in her eyes, Chase gripping Frosty's hand, Nancy with her hands on her hips, defiant. "He was kind of a DILF."

Chase roars in laughter, Frosty fake gags, Debbie giggles, Nancy is yelling in delight.

Henry snaps Scott's arrest to Joe and Bess with the caption "rip scott's career he was a dilf". Across the country, Joe cries tears of pride and Frank sighs, long-suffering. Bess' skin has cleared, her crops are watered, Henry has reached his full chaotic potential, all is right with the world. George looks at Bess' phone over her shoulder and scoffs.

Thanks to Lauren ( @henrikvanderswoon ), Cambria ( @an-american-teen-against-crime ), and Maddy ( @professorhotchkissesta )

[chasingpj]

𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐦𝐞?

"My soulmate is so mean. He’s done nothing good with these stupid drawings. You know, all I want is something cute, like a picture of, maybe, flowers?"

pairing: leo valdez x gn reader

words: 2,994

warnings: cursing, mentions of genitalia

category: one-shot, soulmate!au

You don’t know who your soulmate is, but when you find out, you know the first thing you’ll do is punch him in his face. You don’t understand why he does this. Why can’t he be romantic like everyone else? You have a few friends who have the same connection you share with your soulmate, through your skin. Your friends rise from their slumbers with beautiful sketches on their arms; Or throughout the day, lines will appear as they’re being drawn, creating the most beautiful artwork you’ve ever seen. However, of course, you don’t get that; instead, you get this.

You stare at yourself in the mirror with pure disbelief, and you can’t decide whether to cry or scream. You’re used to these kinds of drawings in places like your arms, stomach, and legs, so they were easy to hide. But this has never happened before; it's never been in a place so… so visible.

You fill with rage as you observe the sloppily drawn dick on your forehead and your fist clenches as it lays on top of your bathroom sink. You fucking ass. How the hell am I going to hide this? You have to be at work in fifteen minutes, and you have this vulgar drawing on your forehead. You’re sure if you tell your boss your situation, he’d probably dismiss you because this is obviously not appropriate for the workplace. Still, you can’t even imagine trying to explain this to him. It was way too embarrassing.

"What am I going to do?” You whine as you rub your hands on your face. The drawing won’t be removed from your skin unless your soulmate removes it on his, so you had to think of a solution right away.

“Where could he possibly be where this is acceptable?” You try to refrain from sobbing hopelessly as your frantic mind searches for a solution. You think maybe a hat will work, but you discard the idea knowing your boss will tell you to take it off once you’re indoors. Suddenly, like a sign from the heavens, your solution hits you right in the face when you catch sight of your makeup bag lying on the toilet seat. You reach over, grabbing the pouch and unzipping it. Your quivering hands move too fast, causing the products to fall out and scatter into the sink. Your eyes skim over them in search of your thickest foundation and concealer. When you find them, along with your primer, you sigh, saying a silent prayer before getting to work.

***

Leo gasps sharply as the sight of his face in the mirror shocks him out of his fatigue. He touches his forehead, trying to recall the memory of last night while ignoring the pounding headache surging through his skull. He remembers getting to the club with a group of friends and how they took one shot after another until their vision was blurry. He has a faint memory of dancing with some girl, and the chaos of his 4 am Macdonald’s run with his friends. However, he doesn't recall the moment when this picture was drawn on his face. When did this happen? More importantly, who did this? He pauses, gawking at his reflection. His jaw clenches as the culprit comes to mind. He felt foolish for questioning who did this because he lives with, and he went home with one person last night, and that's Percy.

“Percy!” He yells angrily, and in the next room, he hears Percy’s manic laughter getting louder as he runs down the hall and into the bathroom with him. Percy can’t help but laugh even harder at the sight of a distressed Leo, and he silently congratulates himself for pulling such a successful prank. Leo’s expression hardens, and his gaze snaps over to him, “It's not funny!”

Percy snorts and nudges his shoulder, "Come on, loosen up!" Leo laughs sarcastically,

"Come on, loosen up!" He mocks with clear annoyance, making Percy’s laughter ceases. Leo usually takes things like this so well; he's never been angry at him because of a childish prank. The two of them have been pulling pranks on each other since they moved in together, and they would always laugh it out while deviously planning their revenge. Percy tilts his head, now growing annoyed that Leo’s annoyed.

"Why are you so uptight today?" He almost snaps, not understanding his fury. Leo's eyes narrow at him,

"My soulmate is linked to my skin." He speaks slowly and carefully, accentuating his words to make sure Percy understands how bad this is. Percy's mouth drops open, and he stares at the vulgar art on his forehead.

"Oh… shit," is the only thing he can think of saying. “Fuck, I forgot. I’m sorry,” Percy apologizes even though he knows it doesn’t help anything. He didn’t share the same connection with his soulmate, so he had forgotten entirely about Leo’s bond with his. He’s now left with regret knowing that there's someone out there going along their day trying to hide this lewd image.

Leo groans as he throws his head back. "I-It'll wash off? Right?"

Leo flips up the sink’s nozzle, dipping his head in the cold tap water to wet his face. He scrubs with his fingers, blindly grasping the soap next to him. He runs it over, spreading the suds and lightly scratching his forehead. He rinses everything off and returns to his original position to check his face now. He yells in panic when he sees the drawing didn't budge at all; it didn't even fade. Percy audibly gasps,

"I used permanent marker."

"BRO!"

"I'm sorry!"

Percy shifts on his feet as the memory of last night comes back to him. Leo fell asleep in the cab ride home, and Percy, somehow without much balance, carried him over his shoulder into their apartment complex. He squints his eyes, and with a vague remembrance, he recalls plopping him down on the couch. Leo was unconscious, and Percy’s drunk mind saw this as a perfect opportunity to prank him. He picked the first marker he saw, and in the middle of a giggling fit, he sloppily drew the phallic item and took a picture.

Leo frantically puts his head back in the sink to scrub again, and Percy stands by the door, watching panic wash over him. Leo continues scrubbing his skin, and though his skin becomes red under the friction of his nails, he persists. Percy shakes his head, walking over to him quickly, and he pats his shoulder.

"Come on, man. It's not working; you’re gonna hurt yourself." If Percy let him, Leo would scrub his skin raw. He disregards his advice and continues to scrub, bringing the soap over the drawing once again before scratching harshly. Percy, not wanting his friend to hurt himself, turns off the tap, and Leo groans, standing straight. He stares at himself in the mirror, his face dripping wet, and his skin is red with irritation. I'm so sorry.

***

Your day hasn't gotten any better since this morning. First, you wake with a dick on your forehead; second, you miss your bus because you took so much time layering makeup on your face. Then, you get to work about 15 minutes late because your commute, which usually took about 5 minutes, was delayed due to traffic. You assumed that your day couldn’t get any worse, but you discovered you spoke too soon when the system your job uses to put in orders crashed, making your job even harder than it had to be. Also, you spilled hot coffee on yourself during the morning rush, and that almost sent you straight into tears, but somehow, you prevailed.

By the afternoon, you wanted to rip your hair out when you realized you forgot your wallet, leaving you unfed and cranky. Your boss was no help to your mood either. He picked at everything you did today and held a grudge about you being late this morning. You've never had such a shitty day at work, and there is a sense of relief when you witnessed the clock turn to 4:30 pm. You immediately stood up from your chair, collecting your things before walking straight to the computer to clock out.

The last challenge you're facing is to get home in the slippery aftermath of the pouring rain earlier today. It was colder than usual; the sun’s hidden behind stormy gray clouds, and the smell of wet soil is in the air. You shiver, your arms wrapped around your frame in a poor attempt to keep you warm. You don't have an umbrella, and you hope it doesn’t start raining again. You were sure that if your makeup washes away in the rain for everyone to see the mystery under it, you will lose your mind.

You stand in the corner of the waiting shed, resting your head on the side. You take a deep breath, noticing your hands are anxiously chipping away the week-old nail polish. From the corner of your eye, you see someone join you under the shed, and out of usual curiosity, you look over. A tall, slender guy stands in the opposite corner; he wears distressed blue jeans, a black hoodie with a print you can’t see from your view, and a black winter hat. In his hands, he fiddles with a piece of scrap metal. His skin was tan, and his brown curly hair peeks from under his hat. Oblivious to your staring, he looks away from his fiddling and happens to glance over at you. There's a moment of awkward eye contact before you snap your vision away and out to the street.

You cringe at yourself for staring too long, shifting on your feet. You casually lean over the side of the curve, and you swear the light of the heavens was shining on your bus as it drove toward you. You couldn’t help but smile, a sense of relief washing over you. It’s here; you were one step closer to getting home and relaxing.

The excitement was taken away as quickly as it arrived, your bus passing your stop making a mini tsunami in the process. A wave of water splashes directly on you, and it takes you a moment to process what just happened. You stand there, cold and wet staring blankly at the curve. You felt overwhelmed, not being able to hold back the cries that you’ve been suppressing all day.

"are you-" a sob releases from your lips, stunning the unknown guy next to you. You miserably walk over to the bench, plopping down and resting your elbows on your thighs to lay your head in your hands. You sob freely, not caring about the boy's presence, and he stands in his spot, not sure what to do. He had an innate urge to make you feel better, and he doesn't know why but it pains him to see you like this. He clears his throat and decides to settle in the seat next to you. "Bad day?"

You sniffle, trying to find your breath, "The worst."

You don't look up, your hands doing their part to cover your face and your forehead. "I don't understand why everything is going so wrong.” You didn’t even care that you were pitying yourself, but you felt like you had the right considering how shit your day has been.

"I woke up with an awful drawing from my soulmate. I was late for my bus, which made me late to work; I haven't had lunch either. I'm hungry, cold, and now, soaking wet in street water." You sniffle once more. "My soulmate is so mean. He’s done nothing good with these stupid drawings. You know, all I want is something cute, like a picture of, maybe, flowers? I'd even take a tacky picture of two stick figures falling in love... shit; I’d be satisfied with a grocery list. But of course, with my luck, that doesn't happen. I get stupid drawings of... genitalia."

Leo’s body tenses next to you, and his teeth bite the inside of his lip. Drawings of genitalia? Sounds like him. Now he needed to see this drawing you were talking about, and he feels himself getting anxious at the possibility that you could be his soulmate. You continue to cry, refusing to move from your position.

"Well... it can't be that bad?"

"Oh, it's bad,” you managed to respond in your ragged breathing. Leo hesitantly reaches over, affectionately rubbing his hand across your upper back. Your breath hitches softly at the back of your throat, and there is a surge of warmth that radiates from his hand. You feel your tense shoulders begin to relax, and you furrow your eyebrows as your breath miraculously finds its regular pace. You even have this strange desire to cuddle into his frame to acquire more of his touch.

"Come on, show me. It's probably not as bad as you think." He speaks from his experience this morning. If you aren't his soulmate, he's sure that whatever you have isn't as traumatic as what he and his soulmate have.

"No! You'll laugh," you whine, your head laying firmly on your hands.

"I won't! I promise." You can tell from his voice that he was genuine, and for some reason, you can trust him. You slowly remove your hands from your face, but your head is still in an embarrassed bow. His heart pounds in his chest at the anticipation and leans forward to get a look at your face. You close your eyes, not wanting to see his initial reaction.

There it was. Right under your concealer, there is the familiar drawing faintly present. Leo's mouth drops, and his eyes widen; how is he going to tell you that he has the same picture on his forehead? You sigh shakily,

"It's bad, isn't it?" Your face burns in pure humiliation, and you now regret showing him. Leo is silent for a bit, trying to find words to explain himself.

"I'm sorry," he blurts out. Your eyebrows furrow and your eyes flutter open to look at his guilty expression.

"Why are you sorry?" He doesn't even attempt to explain himself in words. He simply slides off his winter hat, showing you the original drawing on his skin. You inhale sharply, your mind trying to process what is happening in front of you.

He's your soulmate, the person that you ideally would spend your life with. You didn't think you'd find him anytime soon or even at all. Your stomach flutters at the sight of him, and your cheeks get warm. You both gaze into each other’s eyes, and there was an immediate connection. You take in the tousled curls on his head, a bit frizzy from his hat and his big brown eyes. Your heart pumps hard in your chest, just as fast as the boy’s heart in front of you.

A few people told you that you’d feel like the world will slow down when you meet your soulmate. You’ll feel complete, and all at once, you’ll fall in love. You thought it was a load of over-romanticized bull, but you found that it was true even with your strange circumstance.

You finally found him…

But he's done this.

Your anger somehow counteracts this "in love" feeling, and you momentarily hate him for starting your day off on a sour note.

"You!" Your arms lift to strike him in the chest, but before you could attack, he grasps your tight fists.

"I'm sorry! I can explain!" He says quickly. Your arms loosen up, and you narrow your eyes at him,

"Explain yourself then." Sheepishly Leo cowers and his hands remain around your fist, just in case.

"Well," he sighs, "I partied a little too hard last night, and um, my roommate, Percy, thought it would be funny to draw this on my forehead."

"Your roommate is an ass."

"Well, yeah. Sometimes. But he was just as drunk as I was, and he didn't realize that the marker was permanent. When I saw it, I immediately thought of you, and how you’d have to walk around with this." He chews on the inside of his cheek, "I tried getting it off, but it won’t go away." You sigh, willing to forgive him since it wasn't his fault.

"So, we're gonna have this for a while?"

"Probably a couple of days or so." You groan and don’t say anything in return. You look down at your lap, still hiding your face from anyone around. "Oh, here, take my sweatshirt. The hoodie can keep it hidden.” He puts his hat back on and pulls his sweatshirt over his body, passing it to you. You smile softly as you take it from him. You pull it over your still soaked and cold frame, slipping your arms in and bringing the hood up. You mutter a small thank you, shoving your hands in the front pocket. He replies with a hum, allowing the sounds of the passing cars to fill your comfortable silence.

"Again, I'm sorry,” he apologizes sincerely, and you turn your head. You smile reassuringly,

"It's okay. I'll forgive you this time,” you say teasingly, and he chuckles. "I'm y/n, by the way."

"Leo." You reach over, taking his hand, and you guys share a handshake.

"Nice to meet you, soulmate.”

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