#or am i going to have to fr learn how to draw faces if i ever want to succeed in life

[team5ds]

learning how to draw specifically for aki. i apparently know how to draw clothes but not fuckin faces. and i realized. the only thing i ever fuckin drew was clothes and hair. i never fuckin practice faces ever in my life. i know how to draw pretty clothes but if you ask me to draw a nose i fall fuckin apart

[sapphichotmess]

All I Do Is Dream of You

Ellie Williams x plus size!f!reader (not really specified, but that’s what I write)

Name inspired by Dodie’s song All I Do Is Dream of You

Even though this is not 18+, I am an 18+ blog, mdni

continuation of this

Warnings/Tags: horrendous writing with very little dialogue (bc idk how to human), fluff, reader wears makeup, reader is able-bodied, reader is right-handed

PLS COMMENT & RB FOR ME PLS

thanks for reading this for me babe @les4elliewilliams u deserve to be fucked so good <3

It has been several days since you were literally knocked off of your feet by one Ellie Williams. And every day since then has been better than the last. You two have been texting non-stop, giddily giggling into your phones with warm cheeks at all hours of the day. 

All it took was one meeting, and you were utterly captivated by the adorably dog-like auburn-haired woman, her presence—even if only by phone—filling your heart with a warmth you couldn't explain. 

You can’t get the woman out of your head, always seeing her pale green eyes piercing into you when you close yours. And don’t get you started on her adorable smile, her lips quirking up and parting, showcasing a slight bit of white teeth. You groan, staring into the mirror on your desk, right hand holding eyeliner up though doing nothing to put any on. All you can think of is the way her cheeks flushed adorably, highlighting the smattering of freckles on her face. You want to trace them—learn the pattern to a T. Learn everything about her, really. 

Your daydreaming is disrupted by the buzzing of your phone which is sat face-down on your bedspread, music blaring from it’s tiny-but-mighty speakers. You drop the eyeliner you were using to make the wing on your eye, drawing a black line down your cheek in your haste. Socked feet making gentle thudding on the hardwood floor, you reach your bed in record time. With your heart racing, you swiftly pick up your phone and flip it over to see the notification. It's another message from Ellie; the sight of her name sends a wave of excitement through you, your heart dropping from your chest out of your ass and a warm flush tickling your cheeks. With trembling fingers, you open the message, eager to see what she has to say. 

Ellie's message pops up on your screen, and you can't help but grin as you read her words:

heyyy you! just wanted to say hi and see how your day is going. i've been thinking about you bunches today. craving one of those bomb cupcakes you whip up... you know, those red ones with the fucking insane frosting? the one i had the other day?

Not bothering to wait more than a few seconds, you quickly type out a response, unable to hide your own excitement:

hi ellie! literally made my day hearing from you fr ❤️ 

you send one text, instantly starting on another:

oh, the red velvet ones? i won’t be making those in the shop for a bit… BUT i can totally open the bakery on an off day and make a batch for you?

Happy with your words, you go to sit down your phone again, butterflies swooping around aggressively in your stomach, but before you do, it’s vibrating in your hand. 

It was Ellie reacting to your first message with a heart. She must have been waiting for your reply—or you were being a horrible loser and texting back too fast. Shaking your head at that thought, you watch as the texting bubble appears, heart racing as you wait for her reply. 

You can't help but feel a surge of excitement at the thought of Ellie's response. Was she as eager to continue the conversation as you were? Or perhaps she had something else in mind? With bated breath, you wait for her message to come through, the seconds feeling like an eternity as your mind races with all the possibilities of what she might say. The anticipation only adds to the butterflies swirling in your stomach, but you wouldn't have it any other way. Finally, Ellie's response comes through, and you eagerly read her message:

DUDE, no way! opening the bakery just for us? that's fucking awesome! i'm so down to hang out with you, especially if it means i get to devour those bomb-ass cupcakes. hit me up whenever you're free!

A grin spreads across your face as you read her words, your heart soaring with happiness. It seems Ellie is just as excited about the idea as you are, and the thought of spending time together fills you with warmth. It would be the first time you guys would meet face-to-face since your first encounter. 

Fuck you couldn't wait to bask in the magnificence of her; her being in your space, filling her lungs with the very same air you breathe. 

You are in trouble if these thoughts are an indication of anything. 

Quickly typing out your reply, you suggest a few possible dates and times for your cupcake date, hoping that one of them will work for both of you. Positively beaming, eyes glimmering with youthful mirth, you finally set down your phone and turn on your sock-clad heels to head back toward your vanity. You make it halfway before you remember what day it is.

The bakery is closed. 

You could see Ellie today. 

Then, you’re slipping against the hardwood, trying to get back to the bed as quick as possible. You finally get your footing after sliding around and almost ending up on your ass, practically flying toward your bed and divebombing onto the soft mattress. Your phone bounces with the impact as you scramble to get to your knees and grab it from mid-air. Somehow, you end up on your back with your phone smashed onto your nose. 

Ouch. That's definitely going to leave a mark.

You grab your phone, scrubbing a hand at your sore nose. After the shock of the hit has left, you regain your urgentness, unlocking your phone, bringing up the messages app, and clicking on your and Ellie’s chat. 

Your fingers move at what seems like the speed of light as you type out a new message: 

so, um, funny thing... i was thinking, and why wait for your cupcakes when you could have them today? how about you swing by the bakery this afternoon?

Thinking for a second, you quickly send a second text:

we can even bake them together! how does that sound?

Nausea creeps up on you as you wait, heart racing and dry eyes staring at your messages to Ellie for several minutes without a text bubble. 

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, a bubble appears on the screen, only to disappear just as quickly. This pattern repeats a few times, leaving you on edge.

But then, finally, Ellie's response lights up your screen:

i'm so down for a baking session at the bakery. what time should i be there? 

A wave of relief washes over you as you read Ellie's enthusiastic reply—though you are confused as to why it took her so long to come up with this response. With a wide grin, you quickly type back the details, feeling excitement building in the pit of your stomach. 

Finally having that done, you put your phone back on the bed—hopefully for the last time for a while. Then, you finally sit back down at your vanity, ready to finish your makeup for the day. When you look in the mirror, your smile falters and your mouth hangs open in disbelief. 

There is a long, thick black line running across your cheek. 

“Fuck.” 

***

You’re just setting up everything you need for red velvet cupcakes when you hear the front doorbell ring. Your head snaps up so fast you’re surprised you don’t break your neck. However, any pain is worth seeing Ellie walk into your bakery looking so damn fine. 

The olive-skinned girl is wearing a pair of blue jeans that fit her ass nicely, a grey t-shirt, and a burnt-red flannel that looks well-loved with tearing seams and fading colors. Her shoulder-length auburn hair is pulled into a half-up, half-down look, with some stray hairs framing her face. Your hands itch to push them behind her ears, even standing at the distance you are. 

Shaking yourself out of your reverie, you set the pan you had in your hands onto the counter with a clatter, causing Ellie to start. Making your way towards the front of the store where Ellie stands with hands in her pockets, you call out her name.  

"Ellie!" You greet her with a wide grin, unable to contain your excitement at seeing her—even if it was planned just short of an hour ago. 

“Ah, uh… Hey!” the freckled girl stutters out. “I… it’s good to see you?” 

“Was that a question?” you ask, hiding your smile behind your hand. 

“Uh, no?” Ellie says before realizing that she phrased her response as a question, too. “I mean, no. No, it wasn’t a question. I, um, I am excited to see you.” 

You can't help but find Ellie's nervousness adorable as she stumbles over her words. Suppressing a giggle, you offer her a reassuring smile, eyes crinkling on the edges. "Well, I'm excited to see you too," you reply warmly, noting the faint blush creeping up on her cheeks.

As Ellie's gaze drifts somewhere behind you and she nervously swipes her hand over her nose, you realize just how nervous she must be feeling. Wanting to ease her discomfort, you gently reach out and place a hand on her arm—holy shit, you didn’t realize she was strong, but you can feel her muscles under her flannel. "Hey, it's okay. No need to be nervous," you say softly, trying to ignore your thoughts about what she could do with that strength. "We're just here to have fun and bake some delicious cupcakes together."

Ellie’s green eyes finally meet yours again, though a crease forms between her eyebrows as she does. “I just, ah… you’re, like, stupidly pretty. And, you know, it’s really distracting.” Ellie's cheeks flush a deeper shade of red as she confesses, her final words coming out in a rush.

Your heart skips a beat at Ellie's unexpected compliment, and a warm flush of pleasure spreads through you. "Wow, thank you," you reply. "You're not so bad yourself, you know."

Ellie’s eyes widen in surprise at your compliment, her right hand coming back up to shuffle across her nose. “Ah, thank you?” 

Giggling at her utter lack of words or charm, you grab her hand as it falls from in front of her face. “C’mon! We have so much to do. I’m so excited to teach you how to bake!” you say in a high-pitched voice, obviously excited. 

Pulling her by the—fucking giant—hand to the back of the bakery where you do all the… well, baking, you continue, “I’m almost done setting up everything for us. There are a few ingredients I have to pull out since I wasn’t gonna be using them, but it shouldn’t be too long until we can start.” 

“I—oh,” Ellie lets out a strangled breath as she is suddenly dragged by you into the back room. “That’s okay. I’m just, uh, really excited for the cupcakes.” 

As you lead Ellie towards the back of the bakery, you can't help but chuckle at her adorable awkwardness. "Don't worry, I promise it'll be fun," you reassure her, looking behind you with a warm smile. "And don't worry about being nervous. Baking is all about having a good time and enjoying the process."

Ellie nods once, her cheeks still flushed with embarrassment. "Yeah, I'm sure it'll be great," she says, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

Reaching the back room, you release Ellie's hand and gesture towards the kitchen area. "Here we are," you say, motioning for her to take a seat on one of the chairs you pulled back here from the dining room. "Make yourself comfortable while I grab the rest of the ingredients."

As you rummage through the cabinets and pull out the remaining ingredients needed for the cupcakes, you can't help but feel a surge of excitement at the thought of teaching Ellie how to bake. Getting to spend any time with the adorably awkward, puppy-like freckle-faced girl was a blessing, but getting to do your favorite thing with her? It’s a dream come true. 

Returning to the counter with an armful of ingredients, you grin at Ellie. "Alright, let's get started," you say eagerly. “First up, we have to… turn on the oven,” you stumble in the middle of your sentence as you get lost looking at Ellie’s tanned face, trying to memorize the placement of her paint-splattered freckles so that you could imagine her going do—that isn’t what today is about.

Ellie nods once, standing to her feet. “Sounds easy enough.” 

As Ellie stands up, hands on her knees to help her get up, you can't help but admire the way her eyes sparkle with a mixture of excitement and nervousness as she looks at you. Holy shit, she’s looking at you. "Great!" you exclaim, shaking off your momentary distraction—for the hundredth time—and focusing on the task at hand. "Let's get this show on the road."

Together, you and the freckle-faced girl move towards the oven, your hands brushing against each other as you reach for the knob. Heat crawling up your neck and over the apples of your cheeks, you quickly move your hand and turn the knob to 350 degrees Fahrenheit, the soft hum of the oven heating up filling the air.

Still hot in the face, you turn toward Ellie, "Okay, next step, cupcake pans," you say, gesturing toward the neatly lined trays on the counter. With Ellie by your side, arms brushing, you grab the pans and place them on the counter, ready to put the liners in. 

As you work, you steal glances at Ellie, admiring her focused expression as she carefully places each cupcake liner in its designated spot like it’s some kind of science experiment that could go wrong. Her tongue slightly sticking out of her plump lips in concentration is definitely cuter than it should be. 

What you weren’t ready for was to have the auburn-haired girl turn her head and look at you as you distractedly stared at her, unable to shake the image of her soft, freckled cheeks, long, slender fingers, and strong arms from your mind. 

Caught off guard by Ellie's piercing green gaze, you feel your heart skip a beat as you quickly avert your eyes. Clearing your throat, you focus on the task at hand, determined to maintain composure.

"Um, so, uh, yeah," you stammer, trying to regain your train of thought. "Looks like we're all set with the cupcake pans." You can practically feel the heat radiating from your cheeks as you turn back to the task, hoping to distract yourself from the intensity of Ellie's gaze.

With a shaky hand, you reach for the extra cupcake liners, trying to steady your nerves as you carefully place them back in a stack, ready for you to put away later. 

When you're done—and your hands aren’t shaking anymore—you finally drag your gaze back to Ellie. Your breath catches in your throat as you realize she is still looking at you. Her green gaze—what you can only describe as a moss-covered forest bathed in warm, sparkling sunlight—feels like taking a knife to the heart, her head tilt—so dog-like—a sucker punch to the gut. You want her eyes on you forever—to bask in the warmth of her eyes and bathe in the depths of her soul—you realize as your heart tries to beat out of your chest. 

Somehow, you find it within yourself to tear your eyes away from Ellie’s; it’s one of the hardest things you’ve ever done, and you run a bakery by yourself. Clearing your throat and staring at the prepped pans, you say, “Ah, um, we can start making the batter now, I guess.” 

Ellie doesn’t hold in her laugh at your obvious discomfort, her melodic laughter filling the room with a warmth that soothes your frayed nerves. Despite the embarrassment of being caught in a moment of vulnerability, you can't help but feel a sense of relief wash over you at the sound of her laughter.

"Yeah, let's get started on that batter," Ellie says, her voice laced with amusement as she reaches for the ingredients on the counter. “What do we start with, pretty girl?”

“I–uh, holy shit…”

The freckled girl laughs even harder at your stunned expression, mouth hanging open and eyebrows raised. “Close your mouth, or you’ll catch flies,” she says, lips quirked up as she nudges your chin with her hand. 

Her hand on you gets your mind racing in all different directions before you remember where you are. Snapping your gaping mouth shut, teeth clacking together, you gather yourself. “Uh yeah… we have to, ah… start with the dry ingredients.” 

Ellie hums a “Mhmm” out, mouth still curved in a cocky smile as she tilts her head again—her stupidly pretty auburn hair catching the midday light filtering in from the window—leaning her hip against the counter. 

“We have to shift the flour, sugar, cocoa powder, baking powder, and baking soda together into… this large bowl.” you point at every ingredient when you name them, picking up the stainless steel bowl when you find it.

“Sounds easy enough.” 

This time, it’s you who hums an answer as you put the bowl down and grab the ingredients to start measuring. “If I measure, would you shift, Ellie?” 

“Yes, ma’am.” she gives you a little salute. 

So, as you hand over every measured dry ingredient, Ellie shifts it into the bowl. Her tongue makes another appearance as she focuses on getting every ingredient into the bowl with no spillage, causing you to overfill the ¼ teaspoon of baking soda. You quickly get the right amount into the teaspoon and clean up your mess, wiping your hands on your apron. 

“Okay, now that’s done, we have to add the salt and whisk everything together.” 

Ellie reaches for the salt, adding it to the bowl as you grab the whisk. She slides the bowl over to you, watching intently as you whisk. It’s one of the most mundane, boring parts of the baking process, yet she looks so entranced by the whisk circling the bowl, mixing the ingredients together. 

Once everything is thoroughly mixed, you tap the whisk on the bowl and set it aside, putting your hands on your hips and turning towards the girl leaning casually on your counter. “Can I trust you with a knife?” 

“Wh–I–Yes!” She splutters, eyebrows raised. 

Giggling quietly to yourself, hand over your mouth, you shake your head. Dropping your hand, you say, “Sorry, I just had to ask. I need you to cut the butter if you could, please.”

“How could I say no to those puppy dog eyes, hmm?” 

This time, it’s you who splutters, caught off guard. Instead of deigning the tease with a response, you turn your back to Ellie, hiding your burning face and grabbing the stand mixer you equipped with a paddle attachment. When that’s set up, and you can feel the burning embarrassment leave your face, you turn to Ellie, who is wielding a knife, cutting the room-temperature butter into uneven pieces. 

“Babe, it’s gotta be more uniform than that.”

Ellie’s head snaps up, eyebrows furrowed, pupils blown wide, and knife almost cutting into her fingers. “Wh–what did you just call me?”

Caught in a moment of panic, you freeze, your heart pounding in your chest as you try to come up with a plausible explanation. The air feels thick with tension, every second stretching out into an eternity as you search for the right words to say. You hadn’t even realized you said it; it came so naturally, calling the auburn-haired girl babe. “I… nothing, nothing at all,” you spit out quickly, eyes going wide. 

“Nah-uh, you called me ‘babe.’” A loud clattering sound makes you startle, your eyes moving from Ellie’s piercing greens to the knife that just hit the countertop. 

"I… I didn't mean to," you stammer, your voice barely above a whisper. "It just… slipped out."

Ellie's gaze remains fixed on you, you can feel it like a weight on your skin, pinning you in place as you struggle to regain your composure.

“Look at me,” she demands. You follow her directions immediately, your gaze taking in her expression. She looked almost dazed with a quizzical brow as she scratched her head.

"I'm sorry," you continue, your words tumbling out in a rush. "It was just a slip of the tongue. I didn't mean anything by it, I swear."

For a moment, the silence hangs heavy between you, broken only by the sound of your own rapid breathing. And then, without warning, Ellie's features soften, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips.

"It's okay," she says softly, her voice like a soothing balm to your frayed nerves. 

As Ellie's soft smile spreads across her face, her pearly whites making an appearance, a sense of relief washes over you like a warm embrace. Your shoulders drop from where they had taken a place beside your ears, and tension leaks out of you like butter in a baking croissant. The weight that had been pressing down on you lifted away like a heavy fog dispersing in the morning sun.

"Thanks," you murmur, gratitude lacing your words as you meet Ellie's gaze once more. Her eyes hold a warmth that makes your heart flutter, a silent reassurance that everything is okay between you.

With a playful glint in her eye, Ellie leans closer, her voice a soft whisper falling from her plump lips that sends shivers down your spine. "You know," she says, her tone teasing, "I don't mind being called babe."

Your heart skips a beat at her words.

A soft chuckle escapes your lips as you lean in, unable to resist the magnetic pull of Ellie's presence. "Good to know," you reply, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "I'll try to remember that for next time."

As the last of the tension melts away like butter as it’s baked into the delicious treats you make, you and Ellie dive into the joyful task of baking red velvet cupcakes together. With each step of the recipe, you find yourselves falling into a comfortable rhythm, working seamlessly together as if you've been doing this for years.

The scent of cocoa and vanilla fills the air as you and Ellie chat and laugh, exchanging stories and getting to know each other on a deeper level. From childhood memories to dreams for the future, you two open your hearts and minds to each other. 

As the cupcakes bake in the oven, you steal glances at Ellie, admiring the way her eyes light up when she talks about her passions and the infectious laughter that bubbles up from within her. 

And when the cupcakes are finally cooled and ready, their red tops gleaming with perfection, you and Ellie decorate the cupcakes with swirls of cream cheese frosting and a sprinkle of red velvet crumbs together, playfully bumping shoulders and laughing at Ellie’s attempts at decorating. 

As you sit down to enjoy the fruits of your labor, savoring each bite of the moist, decadent cupcakes, you realize that this is just the beginning of a beautiful friendship—and perhaps something more. 

[flippinpancakes64]

Hey can I request comfort headcanons for the cullens comforting a black reader who experiences a lot of racism. I just need some comfort in my life

Thanks✨️

The Cullens comforting a Black! Reader

Disclaimer I am 100% white so this is not something I can personally relate to

BUT I do know how to write comfort so hopefully this is still good

Thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoy!

Edward:

He won’t fight someone physically

But he will threaten them with violence

He can handle hearing all of the terrible shit that people think of

But the moment that it actually comes out of their mouths, he draws the line

Especially if it’s about something that people can’t control

He asks you multiple times if you want him to report them, transfer schools, or even “take care” of them

He reassures you no matter what they said that none of it is true

Alice:

I feel like she knows everything around the school

So when someone dares to insult you, she insults them right back

She throws every single thing that they are insecure about back into their faces

I also feel like she has a pretty good relationship with all of the teachers

So she’s easily able to get into their grade books and fail all of them

She doesn’t stand for that shit ❤️

Jasper:

He also does not stand for that shit

He’s so guilty about his past that he doesn’t let anything slide

So you better be prepared to hold him back

Or one of the other Cullens better be there to hold him back

Because otherwise he will kill someone

Going forward, he uses his ability to make them feel like they are going to die

Like all of the impending doom and dread he can muster

Rosalie:

She doesn’t hesitate to slap that asshole straight across the face

And then immediately flee the scene

She takes you home, it doesn’t matter what time it is

She hates people who are assholes to people about things they can’t control

She does anything you want for the whole day

Going out to eat, shopping, watching a movie, anything

But after you fall asleep…

She puts glitter in their beds, nair in their shampoo, sugar in their gas tanks

Basically anything that can’t be traced back to her

Emmett:

Like Rosalie, he doesn’t hesitate

Unlike Rosalie, he doesn’t stop

He kills anyone who said anything to you

The Cullens have to flee the town

And the city

And the state

And maybe the country

He feels so terrible afterwards

Because of him, you now had to leave all of your friends and family behind

If you can forgive him, he promises that it will never happen again

But tbh if someone says that shit again he won’t hesitate

Esme:

She won’t attack someone

She’s a pacifist fr

But that doesn’t mean she won’t defend you

She goes OFF

Asking them if their parents would be happy, if their future college/employer would be happy

Basically she just threatens to ruin their life ❤️

After that she takes you home but she is still fuming

Mumbling to herself about how can someone be so idiotic the entire night

Carlisle:

He’s the kind to be very stern and angry

Like a scolding

“It is the year 2024 and you are still being racist? That’s a shame”

He also will not take them as a patient

This is a private practice so he can do what he wants

“Your arm is broken? Hm… I remember you being extremely racist to my partner not too long ago… you’ll have to go elsewhere”

People learn to shape up pretty quick when the best doctor in the whole state won’t take them

Vampire! Bella:

She’s not afraid to yell at someone in the middle of the school

Being turned into a vampire has given her so much confidence

But she has enough self control to not kill someone at least

She asks if you want her to though

And she means it

If you wanted her to she would

After that she tells you to call her if anyone else tries anything

[kerubimcrepin]

Wakfu Manga - Tome 1, Part 1

Finally, finally, finally we have arrived to one of my most favorite Wakfu media — the manga that happens between Season 2 and the OVAs, which are controversial among many, and beloved only by me and only for, like, 2-3 scenes.

The reason for my excitement is simple: this is the Krosmoz media that is the most abundant in adult Joris content at this moment.

The princesses got cursed again..., I don't even know what to say, man. They never learn.

[imagines Joris at 3-4yo trying to bite the nearest animal that isn't Pupuce the second Kerubim takes his eyes off him] [smiles]

I'm insane.

He is late. A likely thing for Joris Jurgen to be.

He came here. He saw a baby. He was like "aww. cute baby."

His nails.... This panel is the singular reason why I draw him with painted nails a lot, just so you know. Anyway.

Nobody expected him to come. And it makes no sense that he came, because he kind of barely knows these people. He is so fond of Yugo it's crazy.

He looks a bit taken aback by the fact he was seen being cute with a baby + that someone noticed that he is there (atypical) and happy that he came.

I think Joris has a very parasocial friendship with Yugo where he says nothing and just fucking stands there silently and menacingly, but is insanely fond of Yugo internally (I think he Projects onto Yugo. Yugo is just like him fr).

The casual way he just stands as Grougal sets him on fire. The way Yugo stares in horror. The way Joris just stands there, on fire, afterwards. I am going to cry from laughing.

Also, Amalia cares about him... I'm insane.

Adamai saying this combination of words to, out of all the people in the world that he could have said this to, Joris Crepin-Jurgen. Because he's scared that Grougal could have offended him...

Once again, this entire scene is so funny I'm actually going to fucking die.

He's so sweet... He really is like an awkward uncle who has no idea how to interact with kids when he visits them once in a while, but is happy to see them nevertheless.

Also, once again, his asocial nature and avoidance of close social bonds is called out. He's insane about Yugo and Adamai. They're just like him fr, y'know? (I bet he seldom visited Amalia's birthdays, and never came to Eva's... I'm insane about this man.)

Also, a small note: pay attention to the bag he is looking through. Here's why:

The fact that he kept an entire fishing pole in that bag makes me believe that Joris owns a haven bag.

Yes, literally nobody except for me cares about details like this, but let me have this.,

Also, I wish we could see his face as he gives this to Yugo. He's probably feeling shy about this. This is probably taking physical effort.

I blame this manga for making me care about the friendship between Khan and Joris even a little. fgsgsdfgsdfgsdfg

Clown-to-clown communication, clown-to-clown conversation.

As cute as it could have been, I really doubt Joris contributed to this gift.

It seems that nobody who was involved in the planning of the party was sure he would come, and when he did, he gave a singular gift to Yugo seperately from other people.

Joris went together with Alibert to get people to safety. Cute. Also the amount of hope and trust he has in Jiva is also cute.

Bontarian war criminal solidarity?

Awooga hummina hummina hummina weewoooweeewooo.

He's so cute.... Also, "Joris runs up towers" counter is up at 3. Yes, I count this as a tower.

[you can see my commentary actively degenerating due to my insanity] He is so handsome and so cute...

IM INSANE. IM CRAZEEEH. INSANE. ASYLUM.

Here are two panels that have the prettiest man in the world in them. The cute little fist clench...

[duckieduccss]

NEW KAIJU OC?!?!

Well, yea technically. Basically i was interested in figuring out how id go with making my own kaiju. At first i wasnt sure where to go for designing one. So i chose to base it off another existing kaiju for inspiration. I kinda wanted to go for a dragon type kaiju (i like dragons) and the only thing i could think of was Ghidorah so i went with that (now that i think about it more, I could’ve maybe used Manda too prob but oh well, Ghidorah was still a good option). I added some different details to mine that make it unique to the og Ghidorah

My idea was that it could potentially be a relative to Ghidorah (being of the same species) but still far apart from one another to the point they arent all that aware of the other existing (theyre in for a shock when & if they do encounter each other lol). This version actually relies on cosmic energy derived from such sources like stars & generally anything that produce some form of energy within the vast universe (basing it off how Ghidorah themselves originally came from space & this variant being much more dependent on that factor). It stores that energy & relatively stays in a dormant stage for an extended period of time until when faced with the challenge to defend itself or fight off those it deems as a danger. Then it would release all that ginormous amount of space energy that manifests itself as a rapidly expanding glow of extremely bright light. Enough to cause extreme damage & bring down the opposition. It can gather energy by using special crystals it can grow (took that also as inspiration but from Space Godzilla) & become as some form of attracting & absorbing the energy. In a way, the energy is like its main source of food & energy to maintain itself (right after releasing a lot of it during its final attack of using that glow, it would be put in a highly vulnerable state if not recovered by regaining some energy back soon enough). For the most part, they mostly sleep (being lazy 24/7 just like me fr lmao) to keep all that energy but can be potentially dangerous if disturbed or provoked in some manner

(Here’s a better closer look at their faces. Realized the canvas’ too big to properly see each of them-)

The name of this kaiju you may be wondering???

It’s Ryudorah

(Yea i know im the most creative person out there. I combined another nickname i use for myself and just added the end part of Ghidorah’s name to make it clear it’s related to the other kaiju. I couldn’t think of anything else im sorry😭)

And also each head has its own individual name:

Do, Re & Mi

(Named after intervals in the musical scale (ex: Do, Re, Mi, Fa, So, La, Ti, Do)

Did i mention this kaiju can also technically sing too :)

I did have a lot of fun with coming up with the concept for them (tho it honestly took longer in designing them due to a busy schedule ive been put in as of late & finding the time to finish it) but im glad to finally be able to share this with you all. Hopefully I can share more about them soon (i have a whole google doc’s worth of lore lmao) & probably draw them again (tho maybe a lot more simplified by then). Didn’t wanna overwhelm ppl with the huge amount of info so I’ll prob slowly reveal more over time.

[Another thing too is that i still am new to the fandom (tho with more knowledge from getting to learn more from the source material) & most of this i gathered from already know stuff i knew. Tho im also open to feedback & maybe some ideas to add onto my own kaiju. So id very much appreciate it if there’s any suggestions from you guys ^^⭐️]

(I’ll only be taking constructive criticism btw. Anything hateful will obv be ignored)

[9leaguesofmirrors]

Pretty (a Ross Gaines x Joseph Lisgoe fanfic)

So, you managed to find this one? Congrats, you beat Tumblr and its desire to hide Gainsgoe smut from everyone!

OK but fr, this was an interesting one because not only does it show a... *ahem* different side to Lisgoe, but it's my first fic that's entirely from Ross' POV, which was fun to write for (EDIT: The second part is incorrect, Past!Me, you've written from Ross' POV before)

For those wondering, I will try and get through the rest of the moodboard recs - I haven't forgotten!

WARNING: Mature content

One thing Ross learned pretty quickly about Lisgoe was that he sometimes communicated without talking. For the most part, he was a very blunt and forward person that didn't mince his words. However, there were moments where he'd feel ashamed or embarrassed by his own thoughts, and that's when his body language and face would betray him

It would happen on the when he came home with injuries that were ailing him more than he wanted to admit

Or when he tried to hide his exhaustion from his eyes, which never worked despite how much he tried

And then there was the time he came home from work in a rage unlike anything Ross had seen before. It was the kind of silent rage that settled in his jaw and shoulders

Well, there wasn't much time to draw any sort of conclusions. Once Lisgoe was inside, Ross felt his back slamming against the door and his mouth being caught in a kiss that knocked half the air out of him. As he tried to keep up with the franticness of it, things started to click together in his head

"So," he puffed as he pulled away "who was it this time?"

"Scuse me?"

"Come on, I'm not stupid. Which one of them annoyed you today? Barry, Glenn or your boss?"

"Fucking all of them." Came the hoarse reply "It's like they have a game of who can make me shoot myself first."

Ross noticed something... not odd, but interesting, about Lisgoe's demanour. The anger didn't surprise him at all, but he lacked aggression. Sure, his back was throbbing after being thrown against the door, but there was little else after that

But those eyes were saying something, Lisgoe needed something from him. The way they flicked up and down his body was making that part clear, but there was something else he wasn't saying

Something he was asking for that lurked deep below the surface

It didn't take long for them to reach their room and the door was slammed shut behind them

Despite what he wanted, Ross fought against himself and stood facing Lisgoe was a neutral expression. Watching, waiting to see what he would do. There was something there, he could see it, a rare glimmer of something

Joseph Nigel Lisgoe was hesitating

It was a strange thing, seeing that tense jaw and those flicking eyes creating a sense of uncertainty that Ross had never seen before, though he could tell he was trying to hide it

Once again, Ross felt himself being pulled into another kiss. This time, it was slower. Sure enough, there was the sound of someone's back against the door

Ross didn't feel the press of it

When he pulled away to check his theory, he found that he was correct: Lisgoe had himself pinned to the door. As odd as this was, Ross was yanked in again. The kiss gained momentum, a little more aggression, exposing Lisgoe's frustration

Why is he getting annoyed? What am I meant to-

Ross' thought was interrupted when he felt his wrist being taken and his hand being lead up Lisgoe's chest. Without breaking the kiss, Ross paid attention to where this was going

Up the chest, brushing against his collarbone - damn that collarbone and everything it made Ross feel - until his hand was place against Lisgoe's throat

Oh right...

Then the slow realization hit

... Oh god

He pulled away for air, resting his head against Lisgoe's and studying his demeanour. Surely Lisgoe wasn't... no, he was too proud for that

But then he saw his face. Eyes closed, ragged breath pushing through parted lips. It was like he was putting all his strength into keeping his cool. Their eyes met and Lisgoe's gaze was pointed and slightly secretive, but the way his hands grabbed at Ross' hips sent sharp chills down his spine

Deciding to test the waters, Ross leaned closer and brushed his lips against Lisgoe's and the breathy sound it drew out rippled through him. As he peppered kisses along his jaw and neck, he could feel Lisgoe losing his tension, he was biting down hard on his lower lip - Ross knew why. Making a sound meant giving away control completely, and he knew Lisgoe wasn't about to do that

Perfect. He smirked against Lisgoe's throat a challenge

"I didn't realise you had it in you."

"What does that even mean?" Lisgoe's voice was steadier now, though there was a hint of something else there

"I'm just saying, I've never seen you like this. You're so... pretty."

"Fuck off." He snapped, his eyes burning a hole through Ross "Fuck. Right. Off."

"For somebody practically pleading for me to take control of him, you're getting quite mouthy."

Ross was very pleased to see the rapid blinking of Lisgoe's eyes

"Pleading? Do you hear me pleading? Name me one moment where I pleaded for shite!"

With a smug smile, Ross swiftly undid Lisgoe's blazer and let it drop to the floor as he yanked him in by the collar of his shirt. A sharp, shaky inhale escaped his mouth and Ross took a sick delight in it

"You're pleading right now." He explained calmly "Words are pointless, your body betrays you."

"Keep the poetic shite out of your mouth."

"Jealous?"

Lisgoe sneered and looked away, which caused Ross to click his fingers in front of his face. This was effectively stopped by a grab to his wrist, though it did get him to look in his direction

"Don't fucking click at me."

"Be nice, Joseph."

This was rewarded with Lisgoe shoving Ross backwards before lying down on their bed. He closed his eyes for a few seconds before, realising he wasn't getting any rest now, snapping them open again

"I don't plead and I don't beg."

"Those words mean the exact same thing."

"Shut up, you know what I mean. I've had it shite at work, I don't need to come home and deal with this."

It was at that moment Ross knew what to do. He stood beside the bed with an innocent expression

"Fine, have it your way. I've found it's unwise to argue with someone that can so easily overpower me."

"Where is this going?"

"I'm just saying-"

"Bullshit! You're randomly being nice, what's happening?"

"I was just going to offer you a chance to prove your point."

With that, Ross shifted on top. Taking his time as he straddled Lisgoe's hips, taking his wrists and pinning them down onto the pillow

There was nothing more satisfying than the look on his partner's face. Such a hard gaze, but the way his pupils dilated and his breathing stuttered was enough to give him away

"What the fuck-"

"Push me away." Ross spoke it like an instruction, cold and demanding "If you really don't want me to have you like this, push me away."

Lisgoe glared stonily at him in an act of defiance, which only made Ross more certain he was getting to him

"You have the strength." He slowly undid the buttons of Lisgoe's shirt, watching his breathing become heavier through gritted teeth "If you really don't want me to have control over you, then change things."

"Fuck sake, Ross."

There's was something in the way he spoke that felt like there was a break he was trying to hide. A want he was keeping deep down in his stomach. He ran a warm hand up Lisgoe chest, settling it around his throat

"That's where you wanted me to hold you, wasn't it?"

Ross watched as Lisgoe closed his eyes, leaning his head back with a breathy groan. His whole body melted into the bed and his eyes opened up to the ceiling, as if he were trying to snap himself out it

And damn it, Ross wanted the image burned into his brain forever

They both knew what they wanted. But Ross wasn't one to deal with "maybes". If Lisgoe wanted something, he was going to have to use his words. But he also knew that asking him wasn't going to do much, so he took his hand off his neck and moved his lips along his neck and collarbone. Taking the opportunity to leave his mark wherever he could, Lisgoe's hand gripped tightly to the back of Ross' head, his other hand digging its nails into his back. By the time he'd sat up to admire his work, Lisgoe's upper body was decorated in red, purple and pale pink. He watched as Lisgoe tried to catch his breath, head lolling to the side as he attempted to keep his heavy breaths quiet. He pursed his lips in an attempt to conceal gentle sounds which seemed to claw up from his stomach

"You really are-"

"Call me pretty again and I'll knock your teeth out."

"For somebody that's currently clinging to me, panting like a dog, you haven't lost you bark."

Lisgoe yanked his hands away like they were burning. He shut his eyes again for a few seconds, his jaw growing tense

"Ross." His voice came out surprisingly level, despite the slight rasp in his throat "You might be enjoying this, but I'm... just stop the teasing shite, OK?"

The silence was heavy around them

"What are you staring at?"

Ross loved how gravelly Lisgoe's voice sounded in that moment

"Can I not enjoy looking for a few seconds?"

"Fucking sap."

"If only you could see yourself," he kissed down Lisgoe's stomach, nipping occasionally at his skin "it's-"

"Mph, shut up." He retorted in a harsh mutter. One hand gripped the back of Ross' head again and yanked him by the hair into a rough, biting kiss. It was very clear that he'd had enough of waiting

"Don't be rude." Ross snipped "Or you can sort yourself out."

For a moment, as he felt himself being pulled back into the kiss, he thought Lisgoe wasn't listening. Then, he felt an unstable exhale against his lips:

"Ross."

He'd never heard Lisgoe speak so softly

"... Please."

The shock froze Ross a little. Everything from what was just said to the way it was spoken rendered him slightly speechless

"Come on, I said please."

Ross felt a mesh of conflicting sensations. Light and grounded, dizzy and level-headed, high as a kite and completely sober. The feeling of control combining with the way his partner, who was usually so assertive, was reduced to something so desperate was making him feel something between euphoria and delirium

As he started to unloop Lisgoe's belt, he mumbled something under his breath before he could stop himself:

"I've never seen you look so pretty."

He didn't realise it was audible until he heard Lisgoe mutter:

"Fucking bastard!"

Some things never change

[reflectionlike]

I think Jin is the ultimate proof that marketing or narratives matter so much to people that they will disregard things they see with their own two eyes just to nod along to prevailing sentiment

Taehyung is the member i dislike the most in BTS so this isnt an emotional bias and yes he's had some hairline work done compared to Jin who I think has almost no surgical procedures done but I still think objectively he's ten times more attractive than Jin. However armys (outside Tae biased) will swear to you that Jin is the ultimate visual. Same thing with Hobi and Jimin regarding dance.

It's not that Jin isn't handsome or Hobi isn't a good dancer but people need to be fr. Hobis dances never go viral like Jimin's. Same for Jins visuals compared to Taehyung. First time BTS fans who haven't been mind rotted yet would all say that. Similar to what you said, I find Jins visuals so cold and lacking any kind of - well to be crude - sex appeal or it factor. He's a bit ken doll-ish. Which is fine! It's not a failing in any way. It's just annoying when people try to tell me that Jin is somehow the greatest visual when in practice I only see people mostly thirsting over the maknae line or writing odes to Jimin and Tae's faces but yeah Jin and the other members told us he's the most handsome so it must be true. Just like they told us Hobi is the best dancer 🙄

Amis are too susceptible to hybes marketing and mediaplay. "JK is the most successful member". "BTS have a lot of power in hybe because they are shareholders". I wish people could be more honest and objective and look at actual evidence instead of following whatever they're told

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

But also, calling yourself Worldwide handsome and reinforcing an aesthetic superiority upon yourself, works. Branding works, promotion and narratives works, that how the world is.

J-hope IS a great dancer and performer, and Jin IS objectively very handsome, especially for Korean standards. But they are forgettable, they don’t cause abrupt sensations. I would describe their individual brand as pleasant. A skilled dancer and a comfortable package to look at, its safe and true. What I think both lack from our perspective, because they have fans and they sure see something that we don’t, is charisma. That “can’t stop looking at you” feeling, bordering on becoming obsession is what Jimin has that no one will ever be able to replicate.

Jungkook is perceived as hot, and he is exploiting it now more than ever. But he also is pretty engaging with fans, he knows how to keep audiences entertained doing just silly things ( I am talking about his lives and reactions to things). He is a walking meme and armys love that.

Taehyung, the idol, looks like a real life video game/anime character. His features are striking and make a lot of people spill poetry because is what he causes. He is a stirring person, he makes people talk…except for his music, which is very unfortunate.

Armys are not only susceptible to Hybes Marketing, they were fundamentally built to be that way and to never question what members say. Members words are sacred and that is very convenient because it gives the company and the group a certain sense of control of what they would like to be and what they sell. That’s not bad, is business. But what you can try but not always succeed with is having a 100% control of public perception, and that’s how Jimin comes and disrupts. His role and how he should be perceived, and this is micro level still because he is only building his solo fandom and soloist brand and that takes time and investment, but the thing is that he has the ability to draw attention, you can’t stop looking at him, he fucking shines, and I am not even talking as her fan, I was an army, I have seen how he is perceived by social media or the fandom and he is not someone that you can cast aside. He just has it, and it can’t be learned. You learn how to be charming, you don’t learn how to be charismatic, you born with it.

You see people gushing about maknae line and it’s because they are damn good products, and pardon my deshumanizing way of expressing myself, but I am talking about the idol persona, not the human behind. I am talking about the marketable side. And it’s not about beauty or talent because we see how the firstly mentioned members are, but at the same time, they are not.

[numberonecodwomenfan]

Konig is a bagel with ALL the toppings kinda guy. Cream cheese. Capers. Lox. A pickle if he's feeling fancy. Eats it like a sandwich. Horks one of these fucking beautiful breakfast masterpieces down every chance he gets (Horangi is ever so slightly disgusted by this but then he tries one and is Immediately Converted. Horangi eats the same thing except he delicate chews his way through every bite while Konig is very obviously having a religious experience per meal)

Yes on the gefilte fish being gross. Will absolutely knock your socks off with matzo ball soup. Konig's got the works. Chicken, carrots, onions, celery that melts in your mouth. Noodles. Massive matzo balls. Richest broth you've ever tasted. He makes a giant pot every Friday night for the KORTAC crew and you get to watch people literally draw blood in an attempt to score a bowl.

Somehow can eat his breakfast bagel sandwich without spilling a thing but tries to enjoy sufangoyit and is utterly unable to keep jelly off of himself. It'll be Somewhere. It's Inevitable. The price he must pay.

On his days off I know he absolutely fucks up a bowl of charoset. He's just munching and dipping with his left hand and in the other he's got the bottle of wine he used. Obviously manischewitz.

One time Horangi tried to give Konig wine bc Konig said he liked it and Konig just stares at the Distinctly Not manischewitz bottle in his hand like "oy vey what is this"

Keeps a mezuzah in the pocket most soldiers put alcohol or cigars. Taps it against the door of whatever barracks hes sleeping in when he enters the first time but never leaves it there.

Always has little tea lights that he lights on Fridays when he's deployed. Exceptionally gentle anytime a mission is on a Friday night or Saturday. He knows he has to do his job, but he's less... Bloody. On those missions. Something about putting enemies to rest rather than "taking them down" makes it. Easier.

His real name is like, something Obnoxiously Jewish. My personal true Konig name is Melech which means "king" bc it's funny if he just. Chose a codename that means his actual name.

Very rarely gets a chance to go to Temple because Job but always keeps his face Uncovered no matter how uncomfortable it makes him while there. All the Rabbi's love him because he's so willing to learn. His Babushka's rabbi refers to him as "my boy". Konig is a full foot and a half taller.

im sorry, a PICKLE???? i have never in my life seen someone put a PICKLE on a bagel. pickles are so wet??? wouldn’t it just make the bagel soggy???? i am baffled by this sorry. but also könig is a freak and a strange guy so he probably would put some crazy shit on his bagels. im a simple girl, cream cheese and lox for me (on the rare occasion i even have bagels in the house, honestly goldbergs is antisemitic for making bagels like 25 bucks a dozen. in this economy??)

gefilte fish they could never make me like you 🙏 my mom says its just a vessel for horseradish to her but then just find something better to put ur evil vegetable on

he’s so me fr (can’t eat food without spilling it because i have the coordination of a newborn giraffe)

also now im just imagining all the kortac operators fighting over soup 😭 i just know hutch is first in line, that man gives off major foodie vibes for some reason. and tbh theyre real for that, i too would fight a war for some good matzo ball soup

i didnt know people actually ate charoset (which btw i had to look up because i didnt recognize the spelling 😭 my family spells it with an h, why can none of us decide how to spell anything) outside of passover?? but tbf i dont like walnuts so i probs wouldnt anyway. but yes i agree. this man EATS. he is LARGE. HE EATS.

“oy vey what is this” HELP 😭 i think it would be so funny if someone wrote a fic where instead of randomly dropping german words into sentences, he just starts speaking yiddish 💀 i am not old enough to drink alcohol but my mom is a big fan of manischewitz so 👍

shoutout to the mezuzzah on my back door that at some point got the landlord special (we?? own the house??? and dont have a landlord???????) and is now just built into the wall. im sure thats Not Good but i didnt do it and also i never claimed to be a good jew lmao

the shabbat one :((( why would u say this to me now i’ll never get that thought out of my head 😢

i personally went with lukas for his name, but i was considering jacob before i chose (side note, can jewish parents be a LITTLE more creative when naming their kids??? i went to a jewish summer camp for a few years and you could yell “sam!” and probably 20 heads would turn). i love the idea of him having an obnoxiously jewish name though thats so silly 😭 especially because you KNOW no one would pronounce it with the throat sound at the end and it annoys him to no end

MY BOY IM SOBBINGGG 😭😭😭 i wrote a fic about könig’s childhood where i mentioned that i hc his dad left (L) so every time the rabbi calls him that he has an internal breakdown like “bro dont be weird this guy is NOT your dad”

thank u for these i have been FED

[septembersung]

📖 - tell me about something that helped inspire this part of the story

🖋️ - tell me something about the writing process that went into this part of the story

❓ - author's choice! tell me anything you'd like to share about this part of the story "The priest nodded. “I understand. Do you know what I am? What agreement I offer?” Calm and collected.

He took a breath. “Yes.”

“Can you read?”

“Enough.” His father had tried.

“Write?” ”Enough.”

“And...” A first hesitation. “Are you fully initiated?”

Despite everything, he grinned. It felt lopsided and unnatural on his face. “Bishop Ananais, last year’s harvest on Gemini.”

The priest beamed. “That simplifies things.”

The woman beside him shifted suddenly and both men turned to her, startled. She laid her folded hands on the rickety tabletop. He saw her wrists were not bound, but were ringed with wide raw strips where something had dug into the skin. Though the hands were grimy, the nails were short and neat.

“Woman,” said the priest kindly, in a clear voice. She inclined her head slightly, but did not meet his eyes. “We are going to the new world,” he continued, slowly, “in the far outer system. I’m sure you know the law. Colonists without proof of intent to populate-” He paused. “To have children. Are not permitted to go. But we will not take you against your will.”

We? he thought. And then, But where will she go, if not with us? The vision of the dark, depressurized bay returned, and he shivered.

She did not answer, but sat still, her head inclined. The silence drew out and his heart sank. The priest’s impassive face grew sad. She did not understand. Was there no interpreter - ?

She raised her head. “I go,” she said, the Standard heavily accented. “Free.”

He felt as though he'd been clapped hard on the back. The priest jumped to his feet, bringing his hands together, joy in his face.

Swiftly the priest brought out a packet of papers. “You will sign the engagement,” he said, deftly sliding out the correct paper, and laying the government-issued red pen on top. “That will serve to get us aboard.”

A relief he hadn’t been looking for leaked like cold water down his chest. Just the engagement. And he firmly put his father’s face out of his mind."

📖 - I really wanted to explore arranged marriage, but in the worst of environments, with people who have very little idea what they’re doing. A little island of decency trying to be Catholic in a sea of moral bankruptcy. In my original vision, I wanted the motives and identities of the men to be murky for the reader until much later, so you don’t know if you trust them or not, but found I just couldn’t write it that way. This scene is the necessary staging ground, because I need to get these three strangers from awful circumstances legally bound together and on a ship to what they hope is going to be a kind of earthly promised land (spoiler: it’s not) so the real developments can happen in their relationships as they learn to trust each other and learn from each other.

🖋️ - This was a hard part to write. It is what it is right now but I’m not all that happy with it? I went through a couple iterations of the how the church-state relationship works and it needs some more thinking. I’m also not satisfied with how Mir works out on paper.

❓- Fr. Paul’s mandate is to get himself to the new world and establish a mission (this is illegal, which is why he attached himself to Mir and Adam in a technically different capacity.) He was selected for this necessary but the-opposite-of-prestigious duty because his superior dislikes him. He has a knack for getting himself in trouble by drawing attention to himself, like wearing his habit and rosary in public and ransoming captives from the trafficking rings with money he’s not supposed to spend. In the original draft, he had the cost of Mir referred back to his monastery, which I loved because it highlights the weird place of the church in this pagan society - kind of tolerated provided they stay quiet in public and generally assumed to be as corrupt as everyone else - but decided that sophisticated of a financial arrangement didn’t make sense in what’s essentially the Wild West in space. But I may revisit it if I flesh out more fully how the technically illegal but overlooked institution of trafficking/slavery actually functions and what comms tech they have.

[capcavan]

AFTG tfc ch1 Re Read by cavan

(i do not remember any details so its almost like im reading it first time lmao) tumblr does not give me read more cut off option so deal with this i guess sorry #CavanrereadAFTG if you need to block it chapter 1 "She'd beat him to the hell and back if she saw him sitting around and mopping like that" is quite violent way to phrase "she woudl be displeased to see him .." so was neil casually beaten by his mom or we only on page 4 of neil backed up trauma management and im already thinking about scene where this boy will finally brek open and admit how much he wants normal life and not having to hide his emotions and you know live a little without this whole batman personal covering his face already hit by brain made connection about how exy is what took rikos life away from him and how it's the thing that kept neil alive through the worst of his here i am making it about this little cunt already but what else were you expecting of me?

learning new things about English language always nice! neil "its cool my mom died i can finally stay in one place for a bit" how had this boy not murdered this woman himself is beyond me fr ,, please go away" neil wymack already adopted you just haven't got the adoption papers yet I wonder if Janie Smalls is taller than Andrew Minyard "her best friend found her bleeding out" okay but - who is Janie's best friend is it one of foxes? what if it's seth ? Makes sense for it to be seth nvm friend explained to me that potential recruit means she was not at palmetto at the time " Typical of a fox " see riko would make amazing fox that's boy self destructive af in all of my head cannons

broadening my vocab nice nice Notorious for their tiny size i know it's bc there only 9 of them but i will stay believing it is bc everyone is short math time, had not seen kevin in 8 years neil is 18-19 now so he was 10 ok will remember Neil: i need to be very sneaky about my past wymack: do you need a pen? neil: i can't play for you because you signed kevin day wymack: ....... ??????? I LOVE HOW ANDREW WAY TO SAY HI IS FUCKING CRUSHING NEILS LUNGS AGAINST HIS SPINE ????? forgot how radioactive they are bc of how cute they are welp things align riko broke kevins hand andrew beat up neils internal organs for no reason at all! i love when all my ships are fucked up

assailant here is the word i keep using but spelling "assultant" lmao , man im learning so much ,, Andrew was blamed for kevins recent transfer" - kandrew is strong with this one ppl in universe just assumed kevin fell in love on first sight and they ARE RIGHT

i cant tell if im here to study cannon or english but like i know what those words mean but i don't know their definitions does that make sense? OH THIS IS SO CUTE I WILL DRAW THIS FUCK YES LETS GO he slammed motherfucker with his own racket dfghsdjfhgg Hernandez is literary the only normal person over the course of those 3 books andrew *assults someone as hello* wymack: Andrew's a bit raw on manners / my dude with this reading speed it will take me half year to go through those books but im having actually a lot of fun here neil: i already said i can not sign with you wymack:OK BUT YOU STILL NEED TO EXPLAIN WHY KEVIN DAY IS THE ISSUE HERE did kevin heard it lmoa i wonder if kevin heard the ,, do you need a pen - YoU sIgNeD KeViN DaY no wonder kevin was bitch to neil he thought the lil bitch hated him on the start lmao Andrew was only here because Kevin day never went anywhere alone here you go with your raven programming <3 YEARS SINCE THEY'D WATCHED NEIL'S FATHER CUT A SCREAMING MAN INTO HUNDRED BLOODY PIECES Kevin / Dark hair and green eyes, black number 2 neil saw that number and wanted to retch He and his adopted brother Riko Moriyama wrote the numbers one and two on their faces with markers, tracing them over and over anytime they started to fade. ok so were they drawing their own numbers? it sound like kevin was drawing his number too also this is the only mention i think of riko being reffered to as kevin,s brother in the books anyway I have case to make assuming kevin and riko were doing those numbers form young age pre 10 ... it just makes sense the system they use would be Arabic not roman i just can't imagine small kids knowing roman numbers when they were neglected in nest i think this is best case i can make for it. friend provided proof that in book the four tattoo neil get's is introduced as "4" so ok arabic canon moving on Riko nad Kevin were inducted to national court 1 year pre aftg story starts They were champions and neil was a jumble of lies and dead-ends on one hand it's funny how desperate they all are to sign neil on other hand i deeply believe they just see the desperation in his eyes, we know that neil wants it and those contact lenses do not hide it , they know that he wants to say yes, they are just confused about what the fuck makes him say no (kevin's bitchiness) or at least i would make this be the case if neil didn't just got assaulted and if they didn't literary phrased it as ,, we are not living without you signing this" like .. kidnapping with extra steps much ???? playing like he has everything to lose is not excuse for you all to harass this poor man like that OK HOLD ON A SECOND "He'd remember the scrimmage interrupted by that man's murder"

what man what murder the man nathan butchered for them? did nathan murdered someone during game?

WHAT HAPPENED

the moment kevin would start looking at him funny- he already is ngl im only on page 12 and i just hate neils mom i have no phrasing for it but the fact that every choice neil could make for his happiness is meet with ,, mom would be sooo mad" is really frustrating to read about... what is the point of even being alive for this boy fr???? i wonder if theres any specific place they would have been safe it? kind of would be fun to have au where neil and his mom go to japan and end up getting protection form yakuza F BOMB 1 F BOMB 2 COMBO fuck i love those characters so much okay like all of them It's about second chances, Neil. Second, third, fourth, whatever, as long as you get at least one more than what anyone else wanted to give you"

David "idealistic idiot" Wymack wymacks sincerity is what lets foxes trust him , wymack is the first adult in their lives that understands Savge yank of her hands in his hair here we go fuck he has so much guilt over trying to live a little this is so un fair "I'm sorry"he gasped out between wet coughs. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry"

[procuder]

thanks for the answering about og!lloyd and kim suho.... also what are your fav chapters/arcs in tged?

I have several favorite chapters! (It's hard to choose. I like chapter 24 of tged manhwa the most.) But if about the arc...of course, as I am the number one fan of the Hell arc (as I like to call it the railroad arc.)

Hell arc ofc!!!!! (Chapter 228-245)

Everything about this arc is so perfect. The comedy, sentiment, character development, Hell King is handsome as hell, chibi ghost og! Lloyd etc. It's my favorite arc in the novel!! Even if we take Hellkaros out, I still really like it. I love seeing Javier's development. Learn about og! Lloyd's pov after his body was taken. Including the part I could die for, like when he asked about his family while talking to Suho (even though he still doesn't like Javier), and god, his tears were awesome too. It makes me even more excited we would see og! Lloyd cries in the manhwa soon...tempting...hehehe

I also liked the part where KSH!Lloyd built a graveyard for the Satanists. If this part is cut out for the sake of FUCKING ENTERTAINMENT AGAIN I will go crazy and, bite someone.

There were a lot of details I liked about this arc, such as how the Hell King differs from a normal narrative. The Hell King who wants to go home. Oh, even if he acts like a little shit later on and I want to punch this no bitches loser-girl failure's face. But the realism of the Hell King being no different from the work slave really resonated with me.

(Because I often sacrifice my sleep to draw. My normal hours are taken up by work...and I'm also a workaholic...He is just like me fr....He is so me!!!!!!!!) This is the part that makes me like this arc even more. It's really so perfect!!!!

It's a bit sad there's no one for me to talk to about this arc. *cries*

[moxxbox]

Hellooo!! I just read ur rules bc i don't want to send anything wrong😭😭 can i have match up with TWST? I don't mind what character im gonna get tbh

Ah here some things about me?😭 i apologize this is my first time doing this!!

I like pink, cats,playing games like, corpse party or old otome ones, i love reading and im obssesed with being a Transplant surgeon ( i want to be one when i grow up) i love learning about psychology and many more that have to do with people mind + human body ( not in a dirty way😭😭) i like hello kitty. I love drawing due being an artist. I love sleeping im also pretty lazy i have zero motivation im just pushing myself to do things,,, i hate not being clean or my room not being clean, i hate toxic people, people that bully others or just being mean and i hate stalkers and dark, loud noises, fighting.

I am a girly girl that is obssesed with pink and things like that ( i go by she/her)

I also love cooking!

Im more like a peace person ( if someone saying something bad or anything im just blocking them) im doing this mosty for my health bc i get triggered easily. Um my hobbies are: reading,drawing, learning new languages.

I cant do sports bc i cant run due always hitting knee pain so i avoid any sports.

My personality ( from my friends POV) :

funny, calm and very respectful, kinda stupid bc i say stupid things , lazy , very energetic( only in chat)😭

For my pov: i dont really know my personality or to give an example of what is like, so im gonna write how is it easier to me, im stupid im gonna believe anything others tell me i have high trust issues, mommy issues..( these arent a personality ( i think) but i think i prove how dumb i am💀 ( i also i always go by logic in things)

Uh i cant focus on things i also always lose interest in things most of the time.

My ideal partner type is: a nice person that i can communicate with bc to keep a relationship u need to understand each other, someone that understand me and have some of my interest so we can share and enjoying or time together.

My love language is: able to read a person so i can be able to understand what is wrong so i can comfort them. ( i dont like physical affection im very uncomfy with those so i just give my advice even if they dont need it)

IM SO SORRY I FR HAVE TO IDEA WHAT TO SAY SO I HOPE THOSE ARE ENOUGH!! I ALSO APOLOGIZE MY ENGLISH😭 HAVE NICE DAY/ OR NIGHT ECT🫶

Bro ur English is fucking amazing omg<3 ALSO ANOTHER CORPSE PARTY PLAYER!!! Im still in my playthrough but it's so 🫨🤩funky(/POS)

So Anon I match you with...

Me☺️ (/j /p)ok ok but actually,

I match you with...

Idia Shroud

HELP IDK IT JUST IF I SMASHED YOU NOTH TOGETHER YOU'D BE A GOOD COUPLE! Cat lovers unite! Also like a date night of playing horror RPGs (I think that's what corpse party is considered...) Like Corpse Party, IB, Mad Father, etc... Idia honestly could most likely help with your studying to be a Transplant Surgeon, you could test psychology stuff on him if you asked😭. Would buy you Hello Kitty stuff!!! Would definitely want to see your art if your not shy to showing it! He'll do his best to keep rooms clean, even if he also is a tad bit lazy. Nowhere is dark with him due to his hair... He'll buy random stuff off the internet thinking, 'Oh, she'd like that!'. If you were in the position of Yuu(being transported to TWST from another world.) He'd fake you a doctor's note for Physical Education. He'd do his best to communicate but if he has difficulty verbalizing some things(which he will...) His emotions are easily noticable by his hair and face!

[the-shadowsingers-whore]

a court of wards and shadow

chapter seven

series overview

summary: an unexpected attack during their practice mission leaves aelis severely wounded and leads to azriel and her bonding in new ways

length: 4.3k

warnings: (18+ mdni) angst, violence, descriptions of injuries, anxiety, depression, mention of suicidal ideations, mentions of sa, scars

disclaimer: this fic in no way represents any of sarah j. maas' work or ideas, it is for purely fictional/personal entertainment purposes

masterlist /// next chapter >>

author's note: the first part of this chapter is actually something i thought of and wrote down over a year ago before i had ever decided to make this a full fic. i'm really excited to finally share it so please please comment and reblog with what you think!

i turn quickly back to azriel, panic filling me, only to find him much closer than he was before. he grabs my shoulders and stares down at me, a fiery intensity lighting his eyes. “run aelis. run and find a place to hide. do not come out until i retrieve you. don’t worry, my shadows will be able to find you.”

“what?” the shock of seeing the warriors shooting down towards us momentarily stuns me and my mind spins as it tries to follow what he’s telling me to do.

“go! run!” he urges while turning me with his hands and giving me a slight shove. my panic overtakes me at anxiety in his tone and i waste no time breaking into a sprint. only moments after i start my mad dash through the forest i hear the resounding booms of the six illyrian warriors landing. i quickly bob behind a tree and keep running, hoping they didn’t see where i darted off to. the sound of metal against metal rings through the air and i worry for azriel. i know he is an incredibly powerful warrior, but how can he possibly fight six illyrians at once?

i momentarily consider turning around to help him, but quickly shake off the thought. with my small sword and the little training i’ve had so far, i would do more harm than good to him now.

i spot a thickening in the woods up ahead of me and veer towards it, hoping to find a good place to hide amongst all the brush. i make it all of two strides in their direction when all of a sudden something clamps down on my arm and i am jerked to the side, crashing into the dirt. my head smacks into a nearby tree and i blink rapidly to clear the stars that cloud my vision from the impact. 

my eyes refocus on a huge male clad in black leathers lumbering towards me, an ugly smirk awash his face. i jump to my feet, struggling to remain upright as a wave of dizziness and nausea overtakes me. 

the male laughs roughly as he stalks closer, moving slowly as he approaches. “what a pleasant surprise. no one told me the spymaster had a companion. or that they would be such a lovely little thing.”

“stay away from me!” i shout with as much confidence as i can muster while drawing my sword and raising it up between us. 

“aw and she’s a feisty one,” he remarks, laughing again. “i always prefer the ones with a little fight in them, makes things much more interesting.”

i try as hard as i can to still my shaking hands when he pauses just out of reach of my blade. watching his every movement to try and predict what he will do next, i wrack my brain for everything i have learned in training the last few months. i know that although i have greatly improved from where i began, i am nowhere near skilled enough to take on a warrior of his size and skill. 

but maybe, just maybe i can avoid being killed long enough for azriel to come find me. if he’s alive and uninjured that is. 

use your innocence. most warriors won’t suspect a little female like you to know a damned thing about fighting or defending themselves. use that. nesta’s coaching fills my head as the illyrian takes one more small step towards me, almost closing the distance between us. i swipe the sword wildly through the air. 

“now, now, no need to do anything rash. you and i are just going to have a little fun and then you will be free to go. i’m not going to hurt you…..at least not very much.” as the last words leave his mouth he lunges for my hand holding my blade, much like i thought he would. i quickly tighten my grip and slash out in front of me, cutting deep into his outstretched hand.

“oh you little bitch!” the warrior howls before lunging at me again.

use your size. you’re smaller than most of those you will be up against, so use it to your advantage. smaller means faster. cassian’s voice guides me and  i duck out of the way, slashing out blindly behind me as i move. i am rewarded with a gash to his upper arm, nothing major, but contact nonetheless. 

the illyrian continues to come for me and i continue to dodge, frequently swinging my sword his direction while i do. more often than not my attempts meet nothing but open air, but a few strike true. unfortunately, all they do is further aggravate the already frustrated male.

“okay, i’m done playing your silly games. i thought we could just have a little fun, but i guess you have decided that instead you would simply like to die.” he spits to the side before drawing the huge sword strapped down his back. one look at the deadly edge of the massive blade and i know my time is running out. i’ve only lasted this long because he had gone easy on me in an effort to keep me alive. sadistic males like him find bedding a female much more enjoyable when she is still conscious enough to scream. 

but i was going to let that happen over my dead body. which as it seems, isn’t very far off.

i continue to try and dodge his attacks, but he increases in fervor and i can feel myself fading quickly. a pounding sets in at the base of my skull where i had slammed it against the tree and my vision is beginning to blur again. it is taking every bit of my concentration to stay focused on the gleaming edge of his sword.

which is probably why i don’t notice his other hand creeping to the sheath at his thigh until a moment before a sharp pain bursts through my stomach. 

i think i hear my name being shouted in the distance, but all i can think about is that this is it. this is the moment i had been waiting for, begging for even. the entire reason i had gone to that cauldron forsaken mountain all those months ago. the thing that had consumed so many of my thoughts over the last decade. and what sick irony it is to be here now. because after all my time spent at the night court, i know one thing for certain, and it’s that i don’t want this anymore.

always remember, the fight isn’t over until the light has left their eyes. don’t ever let your guard down when you’ve thought you’ve won. there is always one move left. azriel’s words float through my head while pain starts to numb my limbs. 

the hand gripping my sword shoots out to the tree next to me in order to stabilize my swaying body and i struggle to keep my hold on the weapon. my breath catches when the warrior shoves the blade just a bit deeper into my gut and darkness curls around my vision as the excruciating pain threatens to pull me under. i see the triumph in his eyes and focus on azriel’s words from months ago, repeating them to myself over and over.

one move left.

one move left.

one move left.

mustering every last bit of my dwindling energy i channel all i have into my sword arm, directing a slice directly at the illyrain’s neck. 

the look of triumph quickly morphs into one of surprise and then nothingness as he crumples before me, blood pouring from his throat. i stand there staring at him, unable to move or breathe for a moment. then my sword falls from my hand and my eyes dip to the dagger still embedded in my stomach, fixating on the blood dripping to the forest floor while darkness overtakes more of my vision.

“aelis!” azriel's voice booms from behind me as he crashes through the trees. “thank the mother you’re alright. i’m sorry it took so long for my shadows to find you. that last illyrian slipped away while i was battling the others and i wasn’t able to go after him until i finished them off. i was hoping he wouldn’t find you, but it looks like you were able to hold your own.”

i don’t respond, my feet still frozen in place.

“aelis?”

slowly, every so slowly i turn towards him, my eyes still glued to the handle protruding from my gut. i tear my gaze away long enough to look up at azriel, his eyes filling with concern and horror as he takes in the sight of me.

“az,” i manage to say before the pounding in my skull intensifies and i sway on my feet, my knees beginning to give out as dizziness overtakes me. 

he’s next to me before i can even finish blinking, wrapping his arms around me and slowly lowering me to the ground. “easy there, i’ve got you now.” 

azriel settles me on the forest floor and kneels besides me, gently nestling my head in his lap. i watch his eyes widen slightly as he withdraws his hand from the back of head and finds it covered in sticky blood. he quickly reigns in his features and begins to softly stroke my hair back from my face while his eyes roam my body, assessing the rest of my injuries. his touch calms me and i close my eyes while i relax into him, the pain i felt moments before disappearing.

“shit.” i hear him whisper and i force my heavy eyes open to find his own trained on the ragged wound in my belly. worry clouds his face and i want nothing more than to soothe him in the same way he soothed me.

without realizing, i reach up and gently caress his cheek, surprising him and causing his eyes to snap to mine. “it’s okay az,” i softly say, “it’s not that bad, truly. it doesn’t even really hurt anymore.”

the words designed to remove his worry only seemed to amplify it, panic overtaking his features. 

“shit. shit. shit! aelis, i need you to listen to me. the dagger you were stabbed with was poisoned with moonlace. you don’t feel any pain because the poison has started working. it’s designed to lull you. it will numb your pain and slow your body, dragging you under until eventually you just stop. your heart, your lungs, everything. it just stops. and the dagger is made of ash to keep you from healing while the poison floods your bloodstream. shit. aelis, open your eyes. look at me.”

i hadn’t even realized my eyes had drifted shut until he said something. i pry them open once again, finding it harder and harder to keep them that way as the minutes tick by.

“i need you to keep your eyes open. you have to fight the poison until i can get you back to night court.” i nod my head numbly, focusing all my attention on not letting my eyes shut. 

azriel moves to gather me in his arms, but quickly stops, rethinking his plan. “aelis, i need to remove the dagger before i winnow. the longer it stays in, the longer your body is at its most vulnerable to the poison. it is ash though, so even with the poison dulling your senses it will still probably hurt. okay?”

i nod ever so slightly once again, feeling my body begin to drift away from me as sleep beckons louder and louder. i feel as though i might disappear at any moment until all of a sudden fiery hot pain shoots through my abdomen and a scream tears from my throat. 

my ears ring and my head pounds for a moment before it all becomes too much. i don’t know if it’s the poison taking over or azriel’s shadows enveloping me, but i slip into darkness.

* * *

a dull throbbing in my head and a dry scratchiness in my throat pulls me from the blanket of darkness and i crack my eyes open, only to be blinded by a bright light. a hoarse groan breaks from within me as i feel the ache settling into my body. a shadow shields my eyes as a broad figure leans over me.

“hey, how do you feel?” i blink hard a few times to clear the spots from my vision and find 

azriel above me, eyes darting around my face, trying to get a read on me.

“kind of like i took a fall down all 10,000 steps in the house of wind.” my voice sounds hoarse and foreign to my ears. 

azriel chuckles softly, a small smile cracking his concerned expression. “that’s to be expected, you took quite the hit to your head and you got a hefty dose of poison. thank you for that by the way.”

i search his face for any trace of mirth or humor, but find none. “what? why are you thanking me?”

“that poisoned dagger was clearly meant for me. whoever the spy in our midst is must have relayed to brekkan’s forces that i was going on a reconnaissance mission and they decided it was the perfect opportunity to remove me from the equation. if you hadn’t been there during the attack and that bastard hadn’t decided to chase after you and then stab you, he might have very well stuck me with that dagger while i was distracted with his five companions. and if i had been hit with that much poison while all alone….well chances are i wouldn’t be standing here right now. so, thank you.”

words fail me for a moment while i process his words. he took down an ambush of five illyrian warriors single-handedly, while i couldn’t even fight off one without almost dying and he’s thanking me? 

“you’re the one who should be receiving thanks. you saved me from that brute.”

“you saved yourself. i watched you down a warrior over twice your size. i simply got there in time to keep the poison from taking you down with him.” his praise brings a blush to my cheeks and i have to stop myself from averting my eyes.

“i was only able to do that because of all your training. i remembered what you taught me, that there is always one more move. after he stabbed me i did just that, gave him one more move. and you were right, he didn’t see it coming.” 

i offer him a small smile and an expression i can’t identify overtakes his features, his gaze intensifying. he opens his mouth as if to say something, but stops himself and silence stretches between us. my face heats at the intensity in his eyes and just when i think i might shatter, he averts his gaze and breaks the silence.

“i should probably check on the wound in your abdomen, make sure everything still looks okay. feyre and madja did a good job healing you, but i want to check that it’s still alright. that there are no signs of any lingering poison. if that’s alright with you.” he looks back up at me, his expression schooled back into its usual neutrality and i nod.

azriel sits gently on the side of the bed and pulls up the edge of my shirt. i try not to shiver as his knuckles brush my bare skin. he peels back the bandage and evaluates the wound before replacing it, satisfied by its state of healing. he begins to pull my shirt back down, but pauses, fixated on something. 

“what’s this from?”

i give him a puzzled look and then realize he doesn’t see it as he is still staring at something on my waist. “what?” 

“this scar.” this time i do shudder as his skin brushes mine, his finger lightly tracing the shape of the ugly scar that curves down my waist and hip and disappears beneath the waistband of my pants. “what’s it from?”

the memories of that scar threaten to burst through my mind, but i push them back, refusing to let them consume me. “nothing,” i say, pausing for a moment to steady my shaking voice. “it’s from nothing.”

i expect azriel to push the topic further, but am surprised when he simply finishes pulling down my shirt and rises from the bed. “well, i should let you get some rest,” he states while heading out of the room. “take your time and make sure you are fully recovered before you come back to the training ring. i don’t need you collapsing in the middle of a session because you decided to overdo it after being nearly poisoned to death.” he throws a sly smirk over his shoulder and i laugh lightly as he exits the room.

he pauses in the doorway, one hand reaching out to grip the frame as he hesitates. “fire.”

i wait for him to keep talking, but he says nothing else, so i repeat, “fire?”

without turning around he continues. “it’s what happened to my hands….in case you were wondering. my brothers, well half-brothers, decided to see how well fae healing stood up against fire, so they doused my hands and forearms in oil and lit them on fire. i was eight.”

the raw pain in his voice breaks my heart and my stomach churns at the thought of doing that to a child. of how horrible it had to have been to leave such scars on a fae. 

“az--”

“it’s okay. it was a long time ago.” i can hear in his voice that to him the memory is still as fresh as if it happened yesterday. “we all have scars, some are just more obvious and uglier than others.” i watch the way he tilts his head to stare mournfully at te hand that rests on the doorframe. his eyes close as he takes a slow inhale and my heart squeezes painfully in his chest. 

“come here.” the words are out before i have even registered that i said them. his gaze flicks to mine and i watch him hesitate for a moment before he walks back towards me, pausing when he reaches the edge of the bed. i scoot over, wincing slightly from the movement, before patting the open space next to me, gesturing for him to sit down. he obliges, his expression wary and vulnerable.

“give me your hands.”

“what?” he asks, shock lacing his tone as he subconsciously shifts them further away from me.

“i’ve never really looked at your scars before. can i see them?” 

confusion clouds his features and he looks at me as though i’ve grown another head. “what?” he repeats.

“i said i’ve never really seen your scars before. i want to look at them. if that’s alright with you of course.”

“no, i heard you, but what do you mean ‘you’ve never looked at them’? everybody has, they’re kind of impossible to miss.” his voice takes on a pleading tone, as if every part of him is begging for an answer.

“i don’t know, i mean, yes, i noticed them that first week we met, but that was basically it.”

“you never wondered how i got them?” he sounds almost in awe, like this is the first time anyone has responded like this. i’m starting to think i might be the first fae he has met to not fixate on his hands.

“well of course i was. we all get curious about things.”

“but you never asked.”

“of course i didn’t ask. that’s such a personal question to ask someone i just met. that would be like asking a stranger to share one of their deepest secrets. and after the first week or so i kind of just forgot about them. they just became another feature, like the color of your eyes or the bridge of your nose. they’re a part of what makes you, you.” i shrug lightly and azriel gives me a look as though i’m the strangest creature he has ever seen.

“i just don’t……how could you not….why didn’t…..” azriel stumbles over his words before sighing heavily and growing silent once more as he looks down at his palms.

“can i see them now, your hands?”

he glances over at me, eyes filled with more fear than i have ever seen from him, before slowly placing his hands in mine and turning his head to stare at the floor.

i take my time examining his hands, carefully brushing my fingertips over the bumps and dips of his scars. i stay quiet, too enthralled to say a word. i’m fascinated by the way the mangled flesh whorls and twists, how the color changes in different parts or how some of the ridges shine from the stretched skin. it’s like looking at a piece of abstract art, more little wonders and details appear the longer i look. “they’re beautiful,” i whisper, not even realizing i said the words aloud until his head whips back towards me, surprise flashing across his face.

he remains silent, simply watching me with a nervous intensity in his eyes as i continue my exploration. i gently trace the lines of his fingers, up to the top of one and down into the valley between the next, until i’ve made my way all the way around his hand. and then, too transfixed by the strange sort of beauty i find in his scarred flesh, i softly intertwine my fingers with his, wanting to see what they look like next to each other. 

i hear his sharp intake of breath and finally manage to pull my gaze away to look up at him. he’s staring at our joined hands, his expression wary and his body tense. 

“az?” i say, my voice barely a whisper as it floats across the air between us. he does not move, does not even seem to breathe in response. 

“az?” i repeat, gently running my thumb across the back of his hand. he shudders slightly at the contact, his eye fluttering shut and his lips parting to let out a small puff of air.

after a moment he looks at me again, his eyes awash with pain and vulnerability.

“no one has…. no one has ever…” he struggles with the sentence, his deep voice thick with emotion in a way i have never heard from him before. “in all of the centuries since my hands were burned no one has ever looked at them the way you did just now. no one has ever….touched them the way you are right now. 

“i don’t know what to make of it.” he looks down at our intertwined hands once again and i watch as his expression shifts into one of pure despair. “to see these hands that have done brutal terrible things, things more awful than the way they look. to see them next to your perfect skin, to feel them in your gentle touch…..”

he words die off and he turns his head away from me. i recognize the hurt and self-loathing written across his face and in his posture, it’s the same that i feel anytime i think back to my last few decades in the day court. but he does not pull his hand away, as if mine is the only thing keeping him from falling into the spiral of deep-rooted shame and unending pain that i am all too familiar with.

so, i give him a light squeeze and start talking, hoping to provide a distraction.

“i’ve never told anyone about my scar.” he stills, not turning back towards me, but pausing as if to keep himself from making a single sound as i continue. “probably because the only one who ever really saw it was the same fae who gave it to me. and anyone else, well let’s just say they were too….preoccupied….to ask questions.” i feel azriel’s fingers twitch in my hold, as if unable to stop themselves from reacting to the implication in my words.

“there was someone during my life at the day court who…..liked to take things that weren’t his. one of the rare times i tried to stop him he decided to….” images of that day rush through my mind and i can feel my heart start to beat faster as the memory threatens to take over. but, i shake my head and push through. azriel bared his truth and vulnerability to me and i want to be able to do the same for him. “he decided to teach me a lesson, to ‘remind me that servants are meant to serve.’” 

he turns back to me, looking briefly to the place where my shirt is covering the ragged scar, before returning his gaze to mine. his eyes flick across my face, taking in every inch of expression. and then he’s returning the gesture, softly running his calloused thumb along the back of my knuckles. tingles spread in its wake, working their way up my arm and leaving me feeling fuzzy all over, like every nerve is suddenly alive. it’s as though that little brush of his skin against mine woke something within me. something i thought died many decades ago.

we stare at each other for a moment, a silent understanding passing through the air between us. and then azriel nods lightly and murmurs, “i should let you get some rest now,” before leaving the room, shutting the door behind him with a gentle click.

next chapter>>

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[kyokkou]

OKAY I KNOW WE HAVEN'T INTERACTED A WHOLE LOT but i've always really REALLY admired your blog and the dedication that you treat kiku and hikaru with!! whenever someone has this amount of info and research and care put into their characters you just know it's going to be a good time! i've always found the fact that your characters inform each other so much and are so connected to be very impressive, too--i know it can be a bit hard when you're the one also handling the most significant relationship in your character's life, if that makes sense? but these two are so connected and it's just such an interesting dynamic between them alone, let alone all the other interesting dynamics they have with others! plus the fact that you do most of your own art here, too, is like! wow the amount of time and care is so evident!! ... also jkmm gang is always lovely to see in 2022 ;) i would absolutely love to interact more in the future and it's been a delight to follow you!!

(TEARS STREAMING DOWN MY FACE) what a gift... honestly!! I was shocked to get an ask all of a sudden, but I could read this over and over again-- it definitely does make sense, and I truly appreciate the compliments. Also were you in my mind just now like. I had a fleeting thought about how I (regrettably in some ways) rarely get to write the same amount of details about their relationship that most do since I'm carrying both of them, but honestly I don't think I'd have it any other way, not with the way I've had people disappear in the past on both of them when they had Other Relationships™ before I settled on this dynamic. They simply must be purchased together. :) I only wish I could draw a little faster / complete pieces quicker because I have so many ideas that have just wasted away as WIPs in the past 3 years that are just slices of their life. ♥

And fr I am so glad I'm not the only one in the rpc who knows JKMM they are so important to me and to the backstory here like ... finally. Another person who Knows™ hahaha. Not that I mind indoctrination sharing information about it but there is. A Lot of lore that I've built up around that too over the years since it's basically a free for all outside of a few established canon things. I hope we can interact in the future! Even if it's just Hikaru serving tea and being nice (!) I love stuff like that. Anything is possible. I do love seeing you and Danylo on my dash, he is so real and that's my favorite kind of character, and I love your passion for Ukraine so much, I've learned a lot from my time following you! Thank you so much for being mutuals with me and sending this lovely ask!

[l0serloki]

okay so i was thinking how valo agents are where they’re kid is now more older like 3-8 years old, idk but the thought of it is so??😖😖

Valorant Parent Headcanons

(Chamber, Reyna, Sova, Viper)

CW : GN!Reader, uhhh viper being a bad bitch as she should

A/N : YOU ARE SO RIGHT. I love soft family valorant agents <3 

ALSO K/N is kids name!!

Chamber : 

He’s the type of dad to enroll his kid in every sport or music class

‘K/N has to learn about the world! They’ll find a great hobby’

100% makes coffee and breakfast in the morning and reads the paper while his kid cries (we love the robe mom chamber look)

He makes time to go to every school recital and records it no matter how long it is

‘Our kid is so perfect Y/N. They get it from me’ (cue you punching him)

He spoils the kid rotten, taking you all on family trips

You walked into the kitchen to see your loving husband sipping away at his coffee as your children screamed. “Vincent, really?” You sighed making your way over to the twins. “It is fine, my love. Let them get it out and they’ll stop.” You loved the man but you didn’t know how he stood the noise.

“Hey kiddos, let’s calm down. Breakfast is made and we have to get ready for school.” The kids calmed down, leaning into your touch. You sat them at the table, placing their trays in front of them. Your son began talking about his violin lessons and how he had learned a new song. 

Chamber hummed, smiling at his little prodigy. “You will have to show me later. I am excited to see your progress.” He smiled towards the boy while your daughter pulled at his arm. “You too K/N, you are just as talented.” He kissed her head, picking up the dirty plates. “Have a good day at school, you two. Be nice to Y/N.” 

Reyna : 

She’s the aggressive soccer mom 100%

‘Touch my kid and you’re dead’

She would be the mom to pick up her kid from school when they got in trouble and be proud of them

‘Your kid threw a chair at another student’ ‘Good’ headass

She will hang up any drawings on the fridge and always be proud of her child

“Y/N, come here. Look at what our daughter drew. She is so talented.” Reyna’s voice sounded out as you walked into the backyard. Your wife stood smiling with a scribbled piece of paper in hand. Your daughter sat beside her, face gleaming with pride. “That’s right! I drew it.” Your daughter shot a finger gun and you could only laugh.

“Wow, this looks amazing. We have an artist in the family!” You leaned down to give Reyna a kiss, your daughter screeching. “EW, that’s gross! Stoooop.” The two of you laughed as you kissed her on the head. You loved your little family.

Sova : 

He’s such a soft dad

He will read stories to the kids to put them to bed (sometimes falling asleep himself)

Buys them little stuffed animals and trinkets whenever he has to travel for work

Your kid made him a bracelet at camp and he hasn’t taken it off since (it’s his good luck charm)

Sits and watches any disney movie for the 100th time with your kid because it makes them happy

“Papa, you kinda look like Ariel.” Your daughter spoke, making you laugh at the thought. “Ariel? You mean Eric?” Sova asked and she shook her head. “You both have long pretty hair! I think you are a mermaid, Papa.” He turned to meet your hues, confusion on his face. Your body shook as you continued to chuckle at the situation. 

“Right? He looks like Ariel.” You could only hum in agreement to your daughter. “He really does. My little princess.” You kissed Sova’s cheek as your daughter rested her head against your leg. Precious moments like these meant the world to you.

Viper : 

Bad bitch mom fr

She will curbstomp someone if they cut in line of the daycare check-in

‘Maybe learn some manners before you cut.’

She makes sure to always be there to support you and the kid, buying whatever you need (sugar mama viper)

‘I got the groceries and some toys for K/N.’ ‘You just got them a toy last week.’ ‘Oh.’

She likes doing little science experiments with your kid (like the volcano one that I feel like everyone does)

She loves taking you out to little theater shows or simple dates like ice skating

Your son screamed as Viper shoveled him in the car.

“K/N, would you stop? I told you I am going to get your toy! Just wait here.” Viper sighed as she made her way into the house to look for said toy. All three of you were going out to dinner and ice-skating. Viper said it would be a “Good family excursion and memory for K/N”. You agreed with her but K/N was not having a good time even buckling up. 

Finally after what felt like an endless abyss of tantrums, K/N calmed down and you all arrived. “K/N, are you ready to go skating? There’s pretty lights too.” Viper cooed as she helped your kid out of the baby seat. The two of you held onto your son's hand as you walked to the rink, happy to finally be out of the house. Viper was right, today would be a day to remember.