#remember last year I drew duo!

[youremyonlyhope]

I'm not a "new musical theatre style music" person. Never have been.

Even when I was doing voice lessons, I'd steer towards the golden age or jazzy musical theatre songs. My voice teacher would have to drag me kicking and screaming towards adding anything new musical theatre to my repertoire. For a while, the most modern song in my book was I Know The Truth from Aida, and I wouldn't count that as new musical theatre style since I mean more the Pasek&Paul or Joe Iconis type.

And now I have an audition coming up for a small production of a show in that style and I'm supposed to sing a song in a similar style. And I'm looking at all my sheet music like... let me do some Cole Porter... or Gershwin... at least Sondheim please...

[ellswritings]

Like I Can

James Potter x Reader

TW: Cute fluff, idiots in love, mutual pining.

Based on “Like I Can” by Sam Smith 🫶

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The Quidditch pitch buzzed with excitement as Gryffindor’s final match of the season drew to a close. Y/N, perched confidently on her broomstick, was a force to be reckoned with as the team’s Keeper. James Potter, the ever-charismatic Seeker, soared high above the game, his eyes darting between the Snitch and his favorite distraction: her.

She blocked yet another shot from Slytherin’s Chasers with a deft flick of her wrist. The crowd erupted into cheers, but James barely registered them. His focus lingered on her—her determination, her skill, the way her smile lit up the entire pitch. She was brilliant. And yet, there she was, constantly entertaining the advances of the most undeserving blokes.

By the time James caught the Snitch, securing Gryffindor’s victory, Y/N was already back on the ground, laughing with the team. But his celebratory mood soured when he saw who had approached her: Marcus Flint, a smarmy Slytherin with a reputation for sweet-talking girls.

“Brilliant saves today, Y/L/N,” Marcus drawled, leaning in closer than necessary. “I bet you’d look just as good off the pitch.”

Y/N’s laughter rang out, though James could tell it was more polite than genuine. Still, the fact that she humored him made James’ blood boil.

He shoves his glasses higher up his nose and turns to Sirius, who was already grinning like a Cheshire cat.

“She’s just being polite,” James muttered, as Sirius slung an arm around his shoulders.

“Polite?” Sirius barked a laugh. “Mate, she’s practically inviting him to Hogsmeade with that smile.”

Remus, who had just walked over, gave James a look. “You could just tell her how you feel, you know. Instead of standing here glaring holes into the poor bloke.”

“And miss out on watching this love triangle unfold?” Peter chimed in, grinning.

James ignored them, opting instead to yell, “Team meeting in five minutes!” just loud enough to interrupt Y/N’s conversation. She glanced at him, raising an eyebrow, before turning back to the Slytherin.

This was only the beginning.

In the library, Y/N and Remus often sat together, their heads bent over books. James would join them under the pretense of studying, though he spent most of his time watching Y/N.

“James, you’ve been staring at the same page for fifteen minutes,” Y/N said, raising an eyebrow. “Need some help?”

“Maybe,” he admitted, sliding his Potions textbook toward her. “Think you can save me from another Howler from Mum?”

Y/N chuckled, flipping through the pages. “Alright, but only because I’m feeling generous. Start by not adding twice as much dragon liver as the recipe calls for.”

“See, this is why I need you,” James said with a mock-serious expression. “You’re the brains of this operation.”

“And you’re the charm, I suppose?” Y/N replied, smirking.

“Obviously,” James said, winking. “It’s a good thing I’ve got you to balance me out.”

On top of being the most obnoxious and charming students in the school, The Marauders’ pranks were legendary, and Y/N quickly became a member of their mischief-making crew her first year. She and Sirius made an especially chaotic duo, often dragging James and Remus into their schemes.

“Are you sure this will work?” James asked, eyeing the enchanted balloons they’d filled with color-changing paint.

“Of course it will,” Y/N said confidently, handing him a balloon. “Just aim for Filch’s office window.”

“I thought you were the sensible one,” Remus muttered, though he was already holding a balloon of his own.

“Sometimes, sensible is boring,” Y/N replied with a mischievous grin.

As the first balloon hit its target, exploding in a burst of green and gold paint, the group dissolved into laughter. James couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt so carefree.

About a week or so later, the Marauders found themselves at the Three Broomsticks. James had hoped for a quiet afternoon, but when Y/N entered, arm-in-arm with a cocky Hufflepuff who had clearly overdosed on self-confidence, his mood soured.

“Oi, Prongs,” Sirius teased, nudging James’s arm. “There’s your girl.”

“She’s not my girl,” James snapped, though his eyes were glued to Y/N as she laughed at something the Hufflepuff said.

“She could be,” Remus pointed out, his tone calm but pointed. “If you actually said something.”

James groaned, sinking into his seat. “She wouldn’t be interested. Look at her! She’s... brilliant. And she’s dating that git.”

Peter snorted. “She’s humoring him, mate. Big difference.”

But James couldn’t take his friends’ advice. Instead, he found himself watching from the sidelines, frustration mounting as the Hufflepuff leaned too close and Y/N laughed a little too hard.

“Doesn’t it bother you to have such overprotective friends?” Dorian McMaster, the Hufflepuff Y/N agreed to hang out with for the day asks her. His eyes narrow over at James and the other boys who are now trying to pretend they weren’t just staring at her.

The (h/c) haired girl shrugs, “I wouldn’t call them overprotective,” she defends.

“Then why haven’t they stopped staring at you since we walked in?” He asks with an almost disgusted expression.

“Because they probably want me to go say hi?” Y/N tilts her head. “I don’t know. I’m not them.”

“I’m getting real sick of that Potter,” Dorian grumbles. “He thinks he owns everything.”

Y/N puts her hand up to stop him, “Well, first of all, he doesn’t think he owns anything. Second of all, if you’re implying what I think you are, I can confidently tell you that I am not something that can be owned.”

Dorian rolls his eyes, “Look, all I’m saying is that you agreed to come here with me. That git needs to back off.”

Y/N laughs lowly before standing from her seat. She shakes her head with a dangerous smile, “Just because your father happens to be the head of the Department of Mysteries doesn’t give you a right to act like an entitled prat. James isn’t a git, but it seems you are.” She smooths over her robe, “Now, if you’ll excuse me.”

“Are you gonna go after her?” Remus looks at James expectantly as they watch Y/N saunter out of the Three Broomsticks, leaving a fuming Dorian behind.

James looks after the girl, a battle going on inside of his mind. “No,” he finally mumbles with a sigh. “She doesn’t need me hovering.”

Sirius, Remus, and Peter all collectively groan, rolling their eyes at his ignorance. It’s rather irritating watching the two of them constantly play cat and mouse with one another. It’s clear to everyone but them that they are head over heels for one another.

“Ten galleons says he cracks by the end of the month,” Remus whispers over to Peter and Sirius as James continues staring longingly at the door Y/N just walked out of.

“I’ll take that action.”

Weeks passed, and James Potter’s resolve wavered. The relentless teasing from his friends only made things worse, especially as Y/N continued to attract attention from boys who couldn’t possibly see her the way he did. She wasn’t just beautiful; she was brilliant, witty, and fiercely independent. She had passed all her O.W.L.s with Outstanding marks and still somehow found time to pull pranks with him and Sirius. To James, she was everything.

It was maddening. Every smile she gave to someone else, every laugh she shared, every time another boy got too close. The jealousy gnawed at him like a persistent itch he couldn’t scratch. If only she knew how much space she occupied in his thoughts, how he wanted nothing more than to sweep her off her feet and show her what they could be together. He just needed a chance—one chance to prove he was the one for her.

The breaking point came during one of Slughorn’s infamous parties. James arrived late, his confidence faltering the moment he saw her. She was on the arm of yet another admirer, a Ravenclaw seventh-year who prided himself on his intellect. James couldn’t take his eyes off her. She wore a dress that shimmered with every movement, and her laughter carried across the room like a melody he couldn’t ignore.

The Ravenclaw boy leaned in to whisper something in her ear, and she smiled, but James noticed the slight distance in her expression. When the boy’s hand drifted a little too low on her back, James’ restraint snapped. He drained his goblet of punch, handed it off to Sirius with a muttered, “Wish me luck,” and crossed the room.

“Y/N, can I have a word?” he asked, his voice steady despite the storm raging inside him.

She looked up at him, surprised, and then turned to her date, who seemed ready to protest. “I’ll be right back,” she said, brushing off the boy’s attempts to intervene. James felt a surge of satisfaction as she followed him to a quieter corner of the room.

James took a deep breath, gathering his courage. His heart pounded as the words tumbled out before he could stop them. “No matter how many guys you date, they’ll never treat you the way I can. They don’t see you—not really. They don’t know how brilliant you are, how funny, how you scrunch your nose when you’re annoyed. They don’t know you like I do.” He paused, his voice dropping to a near whisper. “They can be the most famous bloke in London, or some homeless man on the street, but they’ll never be me. I know it’s meant to be you and I.”

Y/N stared at him, her eyes wide with something he couldn’t quite place. Then, to his horror, she smirked.

“James Potter, are you confessing your undying love for me?” she teased, her voice laced with amusement.

James ran a hand through his hair, a nervous habit she’d always found endearing. “I’m serious, Y/N. I—”

“I’m just joking,” she interrupted, her smirk softening into a gentle smile. “I’ve always known, James.”

His breath hitched. “And?”

“And you’re an idiot for waiting this long,” she replied, stepping closer. “But I suppose that means you’re my idiot.”

The world seemed to fade away as she closed the distance between them, her lips meeting his in a kiss that was long overdue. It was soft and electrifying all at once, a culmination of years of unspoken feelings. James felt like he was floating, his heart soaring higher than any Quidditch match ever could.

From across the room, Sirius clapped Remus on the back, the latter groaning as he handed over ten galleons. “Should’ve bet on the party,” he muttered.

Later that night, as James walked Y/N back to the Gryffindor common room, their hands intertwined, he couldn’t help but grin like an idiot. She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“So, Potter,” she said, “does this mean you’re finally going to stop glaring at every boy who talks to me?”

“Not a chance,” he replied, pulling her closer. “But they’ll never stand a chance now, will they?”

She laughed, and the sound was music to his ears. “You’re impossible.”

“And you love it,” he quipped, his grin widening.

As they stepped into the common room, Sirius and Remus were waiting by the fire, their faces alight with poorly disguised glee.

“Finally!” Sirius exclaimed, throwing his arms up dramatically. “Do you know how exhausting it’s been watching you two dance around each other?”

“Subtle as always, Padfoot,” Y/N said dryly, though her smile betrayed her amusement.

Remus chuckled, closing his book. “We’re happy for you both. Truly.”

James glanced at Y/N, his chest swelling with pride and affection. “Thanks, Moony. Means a lot.”

Sirius leaned forward, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “So, Y/N, now that you’re officially part of the Potter package, does this mean you’ll help us prank the Slytherins next week?”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into a smirk. “What makes you think I wasn’t already involved?”

James burst out laughing, pulling her into a side hug. “That’s my girl.”

In the days that followed, James found himself unable to keep his hands to himself. Whether it was brushing his fingers against hers in the corridors or slinging an arm around her shoulders during meals, he reveled in the newfound closeness. But the jealousy lingered, bubbling to the surface whenever someone dared to flirt with her.

One afternoon in the library, a Slytherinboy approached Y/N, clearly smitten. James watched from across the room, his jaw tightening as the boy leaned a little too close. When Y/N caught James’ eye and winked, he relaxed marginally, though he still made a point to saunter over and plant a possessive kiss on her cheek.

“Hey, love,” he said casually, wrapping an arm around her waist. “Everything alright here?”

The Slytherin stammered an excuse and quickly retreated, leaving Y/N to shake her head in exasperation.

“Was that really necessary?” she asked, though her tone was more amused than annoyed.

“Absolutely,” James replied, grinning. “Can’t have anyone forgetting who you belong to.”

Y/N rolled her eyes but couldn’t suppress her smile. “You’re lucky I find your jealousy endearing.”

“Lucky doesn’t even begin to cover it,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her temple.

Their relationship quickly became the talk of the school, much to James’ delight. He wore his love for Y/N like a badge of honor, unashamed and unapologetic. And while Y/N occasionally pretended to be annoyed by his antics, she secretly adored the way he made her feel like the center of his universe.

As the year progressed, the Marauders found countless ways to tease James, but he took it all in stride. After all, he had Y/N by his side, and that was all that mattered. Together, they were unstoppable—a perfect match in every sense of the word.

[kel-lance]

Movie Night: fem!reader x Itadori, Megumi, Toge, Yuta Part 2

Warnings: MDNI, Group sex, camera use, teasing, humiliation, mmfmm, everyone’s bi/pan, overstimulation, worship, etc(?)

premise: You hosted a game and movie night, bc it was making and nobara s anniversary and they were going out for the weekend. Okay so sodas, pizzas, snacks, really really bad movies…. sad movies, and finally scary movies. Perfect to watch with whoever could make it to your last minute plans. Turned out to be Yuuji, Megumi, Toge, and Yuta… oh great…

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“Megumi, are you paying attention?”

“And if you want them to do this,” you yelp higher this time, more surprised than anyone that Toge knew exactly which spot Yuta was talking about. He does it again to show his underclassman, slowly this time drawing out the same noise.

“Remember what I said, if you make her come before I get to I’m unleashing mahagara on all of us.” The other guys sigh and let you go. They sit back, beaming, almost satisfied with what they got out of the moment.

You’re moved from everyone’s reach, to sitting in-between megumi’s legs, his body almost swallowing yours. His long arms tried to hide you away from the others’ greedy hands and you almost let him erase you before feeling more of him. It almost took you by surprise, that he was poking at you.

You let your head fell back onto his shoulder, wondering what face megs could be making. He’s trying so hard to hold back right now. The faint grinding of your ass onto his thighs was already enough. He gasped hard, trying not to look at you, focusing so his body could last.

You crane up and kiss his cheek, this was the cutest thing you’ve ever seen. Megumi never fights back against you, so seeing him trying to deny what he’s fantasized for years, you regained your playfulness and hopped off his lap.

Turning to face him, you grasp his face and pull him into a kiss, continuing his streak of pleasure. “They thought they had the upper hand because of numbers, hah.” You were surprised, they almost made you forget how they melt under your touch. You got them to keep up with you, though, of course no one else could compare to Yuuji’s.

Either way, you’ve got fresh meat now and everything from the past comes flooding back. You met tsumiki-chan in elementary school and knew she was going through hard times. You just had a knack of figuring people out as a kid and something drew you to her, more or less a curse found her because of the loss of her parents, you pitied her and exorcised it.

Megumi wondering what happened to that weird thing he used to see on tsumiki and she suddenly feels better when she’s around me? You didn’t mind as they were a fun duo, and you get how they grew up, though you had the school take you in for your sorcery instead of certain super famous super powerful super hot descendants of certain clans. *rolls eyes*

“This is my best friend’s brother, she knew about his crush but will she kill me?!” You’re brought back as you felt meg’s tongue trace your bottom lip. “She’d be happy for us.” You dive into him, pushing him back into the headboard, ignoring the other guys watching, commenting among themselves of the show before them.

You’re on all fours while kissing him into the bed frame, ass in the air, hands pressing onto his hard chest and abs. It was someone completely new, a body that you haven’t fully familiarized yourself with, yet it’s been waiting for you.

“Are you ready?” You asked, pulling yourself back to take off just the t shirt you were wearing for movie night. I mean it was your house and you asked them to come over… you could’ve started this whenever you wanted.

——switching writing style-——

- you hover over him and tease him by dipping your hips down, he’s barely entering you but still getting his raw head

- He’s whimpering and holding onto you as he cums right away and you’re loving it, giving him words of encouragement and saying how he’s so good

- He’s whisperer he’s sorry and you tell him he’s gonna fuck you as much as he’s waited for

- “She’s loving this” they chatter

- “I remember our first time…”

- “Salmon salmon”

- Tell me when you want me to move. You’re still hard, unless you need a second?

- He huffs as he holds you and says yeah

- Yuuji comes over to sit him up and hold him as he needs aftercare.

- I guess we have our order now. Don’t tire yourself out y/n yuujis bright eyes gave a lustful hint that he’s really going to enjoy todays session

- Toge pulls you to the end of the bed and has you bend kneed on the floor as he uses his fingers to fuck you into finishing and to make it easier to scoop out megumi’s cum

- He licks you clean and spits it onto megumi who both try to fight before you hazily ask them to help you do that again and you loved it

- Yuta has you sit on his dick, showing the others about the rules of your body and how to treat you until you try to move.

- He gets excited and start to go crazy with the angles and how he’ll manipulate how gravity will make you fall back onto his dick splitting you open, getting deeper and deeper, getting more intense, so intense you gave up breathing until the involuntary gasping comes.

- There was no one else but you two, his hand grabbing at your throat to keep you up, the other hand across your womb, feeling himself through and jerking his hips. Your arms were pinned by his chest and behind your back. “Yuta, plea-“ That was the final straw, he didn’t care anymore. Taking his time? Saving his energy? Fuck that, he’s known you once, letting you love him was a huge step from coming out of “neglectbernation” or his hermit phase, but he couldn’t choose between his trauma and you, his past or his future, Rika or you. You knew he didn’t need her, you were fine with it actually when he broke the curse, but then he started to be weird about it. almost forgetting that you and rika weren’t the same person, that you weren’t a body replacement for her, it just was bad to be around so you left, noticing that he and toge started to hang out together more if they’re not watching u.

- Anyway from this position if he lets go of the weight of your whole body falls onto his cock, and he bounces you back you in ease. This would be so hot if the other boys weren’t trying to claim your face

- Yuta was the most fixed on you while toge was the most needy. Yuuji was the most clingy and Megumi was the most yearned.

- Toge come over here and help us out. Toge puts himself in you too, you can feel yuta digging in deep from behind while toge rubs against your g-spot or is that your bladder?

- You don’t know as yuta holds you up between the two boys.

- You lol your head to the side and the boys nip at your neck and ear and kiss at each other, tongues twirling before they separate on soft parts of your body

- Toge pulls himself out and brings your head down on him. Changing angles yuta rhythmically pounds into you from behind. The angle making him feel larger, you waste no time taking toge in your mouth, you tasted megumis cum, your own juices and the precum of the other two.

- This was an average Tuesday tbh, sometimes yuuji comes by to watch, sometimes we just record and watch later with everyone.

- Right now could be a good time, maybe they set up a camera somewhere before you milked Megs.

- You’ll think about it later, right now why don’t you give him a show.

- You held yourself up with your hands, sometimes with your knees. Putting your hands on the back of his hips to pull and push him into your head rather they bob your head all around.

- You pull him all the way into your throat, letting him adjust and lose himself into the tight wet hot hole. Yuta moving you all around was also aiding in his pleasure.

- Looking up trying to get a glimpse of his pretty purple eyes, you loved being able to hear his voice, so him whimpering had you all sorts of messed up

- Yuta knew it too, his voice being so pretty though demanding, it was so cool. But he also knew because you’d squeeze in him whenever toge got loud.

- Megumi couldn’t stop watching you, he could only admire you, his best friend holding him as he caught his breath.

- He was eating up every angle of you, Yuuji also watching intently, patiently. His bulge was grinding into Megumi, his hands teasing and sensually grabbing at the mess you’ve created. “He could control himself.” We all hoped.

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A/N: Next ch is 3/9 (megs fr this time, yuuj, n sukuna. (And finishing off these two.))

[just-a-carrot]

this is on my mind now. what would the main cast + Hunar, Cecil, jerry dress up as for halloween this year/ whats their go to halloween costume?

i remember i answered this question before last halloween laksdjfa but i'll expand upon it

my first answer would ofc be what they're dressed up as in the halloween art i drew:

but for even more possibilities...

Iggy: Jughead from the Archie Comics, Shion from No. 6, a humanized version of Escargon from the Kirby anime

Genzou: King Dedede from the Kirby anime (I think this would be a cute double costume with Iggy tbh... LOL), Ash Ketchum from Pokemon (with a Pikachu plush ldkjfasldkf)

Orlam: Alistor from Hazbin Hotel, Battler from Umineko, Patrick Bateman from American Psycho, Garfield

Gidget: Utena from Revolutionary Girl Utena, Kino, from Kino's Journey

Bucks: Ellen Ripley from Alien, Sarah Connor from Terminator 2

Hunar: He would probably always dress up as something to go along with Bucks for fun as a duo; I could see them going as Westley and Buttercup from Princess Bride or Calhoun and Felix from Wreck-it Ralph

Cecil: Alfred from Batman, Thomas from Downton Abbey

Jerry: The rabbit from Donnie Darko

[oya-oya-okay]

I'm kinda curious, when do you think your interest in azurido started? Did you have any other ships you were interested in before/are interested in now that are overshadowed?

Wow, such a great question!!😍💗 Thank you very much for your interest!💕💕💕

Actually, I think I got carried away with AzuRido from the age of 14-15, I really liked their duo, but I didn't see them as a romantic couple. They were my favorite characters and I loved seeing them just when they interacted with each other!!💖💖💖

Then when I was 16, they appeared together in book 6! I STILL REMEMBER HOW HAPPY I WAS WHEN THEY WERE TOGETHER, WW~~ I then drew a drawing because of this!👇

Then on my 17 my dear friend Mugi drew me an AzuRido drawing! I thought then, "Why not try it?". So I officially started drawing AzuRido at the age of 17 last year🥰

In fact, I VERY RARELY SHIP ANYONE, really🙃 The only other ship I had that I drew was the KureGure from ONS, www~ This is probably ship and in general the fandom that I left🤔

WELL, IN SHORT, I ship only what I'm interested in/like💕 And if I come up with something, I'll draw it even if it's another ship and not AzuRido!! But I also remain a person who finds it difficult to ship someone, find a reason and create an idea at the same time, so AzuRido is really something special for me

But also Sasaki to Miyano, Hirano to Kagiura!!!😭💗💖💗💖 I love them very much, it's just that sometimes it's hard for me to come up with something<3

[specialagentlokitty]

Wednesday/Enid x reader - a monster

I would be just fine for any plots for that Ghoul!Reader x Wednesday/Wenclair one. I havent thought of bringing tokyo ghoul into the fold and now im just imagining scenarios. But reader being secretive about being a ghoul and nevermore sourcing reader with human flesh just for them to live and not become beserk - @tundra1029 💜

You were dancing a little to the music flowing through your dorms as you were tidying things away that you had scattered about during the week.

Humming along to the music, you grabbed some clothes and jumped over the chair to your bed, folding them away as you used your kagune to grab some more clothes from across the room and set them on your bed.

There was a loud knock on your door and you jumped, putting your kagune away, you checked yourself in the mirror by the door, red eyes fading to normal as you blinked.

Once you were sure everything looked normal you opened the door and beamed at the duo who stood on the other side.

“Hey! Come on in!”

They walked in and looked around at the bomb site of a room.

“This is ridiculous you’re never in here.” Wednesday sighed.

“I know, but I was cleaning.” You grinned sheepishly.

“Cleaning it throwing stuff?” Enid chuckled.

You laughed a little bit, rubbing the back of your neck with a small grin as you struggled and went back to folding your clothes.

Wednesday started to organise your desk while Enid helped you put your clothes away.

“We’re going to the cafe for dinner, are you coming?” Enid asked.

Gulping a little bit, you glanced at her before turning away and shaking your head a little bit.

“Sorry, but I have a meeting with Weems.”

“Didn’t you have one last month?” Wednesday asked.

“Yeah, but I have to have one every month since my outburst last year.” You pouted a little.

“Outburst?”

You sighed and turned around to face Wednesday, sitting on the bed you fiddled with the hem of your hoodie as you looked up at her.

Enid smiled and sat next to you, placing a hand on your shoulder and gave it a small squeeze.

“(Y/N) has uncontrollable anger issues, even the smallest things can set them off.”

You nodded your head.

“Yeah, so Weems is teaching me how to keep it under control, and she does regular check ups on me.”

Wednesday nodded her head and went back to what she whole doing while you simply carried on with your cleaning.

As evening drew closer, you watched them all leave before you made your way over to the principals office and lightly knocked on the door.

She announced for you to come in and you make sure the door was closed behind you.

“Good evening (Y/N).”

“Hey Weems, sorry I’m late.”

“That’s fine, come, sit.”

You did and she offered you a cup of coffee which you happily accepted and sipped at as she reviewed your grades and the progress you were making.

This part of the meeting didn’t take very long, it was just standard things she had to go through to make sure everything was on track.

“We’ve got some more food for you, but I’m sorry you’ll have to have to make this last. The CCG are in town and we can’t get you anymore.”

“That’s fine, I can stretch this out for a few months, I may have to drop some classes during that time though.”

“That’s fine, we can get you your work to your dorm, and keep everyone away from you.”

“What about Wednesday and Enid? They come by every single day.”

“We’ll tell them that you’ve gone to visit your family for personal reasons, everything will be taken care of you haven’t a need for worry.”

You sighed, running your hand through your hair as you shook your head at her.

“Weems we both know keeping me here during that time is a bad idea, you saw what I did last year.”

“Trust me, I remember.”

Weems rolled up her sleeve to show the ugly scar on her arm, clear that someone had taken a chunk out of her skin.

She then rolled her sleeve back down.

“As a ghoul the need to eat will drive me into a pure animalistic impulse, there won’t be a single thought in me and I’m scared of that.” You sighed.

Weems got up and walked over, placing her hand on your shoulder.

“I won’t let that happen okay? We’ll get you everything you need until the CCG leave (Y/N). Ghoul or not, you are still a student of Nevermore and I protect my students.”

You nodded your head and accepted the package she had given to you and stuffed it into your bag before quickly zipping it up.

“The moment I feel out of control I’m leaving the school.”

“As long as you return.”

You nodded and rushed back to your room.

You didn’t have long until they got back, so you ate a small bit and ignored your stomach crying out for more and you unlocked your fridge and stuffed it in there.

Then you washed the plate you used and washed your face.

You loved your friends but you couldn’t ever let them find out what you were

[artblock-tm]

For the ask game, SINF :))))

Blorbo: Josh Newman

For those who don’t know, “SINF” is short for the series The Secrets of the Immortal Nicholas Flamel, and Josh is one of the protagonists. A lot of the story and suspension of disbelief depends heavily on his point of view, and some of the BEST foreshadowing in the series surrounds his character and the eventual plot twist with him. Kicking my feet and giggling…

(I can’t put actual pictures of the characters here, unfortunately, so I’ll just find quotes from the books of them that I really like ^^)

“I was just wishing we could go back in time, to before all this happened.” “Why?” “So I wouldn’t have to be like this… so we wouldn’t have to be different.” Josh looked into his sister’s face and tilted his head slightly. “You’d give it up?” he asked very softly. “The power, the knowledge?” “In a heartbeat,” she said immediately. (Book 2, The Magician)

Skrunkly: Billy the Kid

This might be an odd choice of characters that I find cute, but I think there’s just something charming about this adaptation of the outlaw! Especially his later dynamic with Machiavelli- they’re a fun duo, and the contrast between their characters is really great.

But instead of pulling away, Billy took a step toward the Elder, slashing out with the Macuahuitl. The razor-sharp glass whistled as it cut through the air. Kukulkan immediately sucked his tongue back in and then coughed and gagged, choking on it. The Macuahuitl had missed it by inches. “Do that again and I’ll cut it off!” Billy yelled. “I know you’ll grow a new one, but I bet it’ll hurt.” (Book 4, the Necromancer)

I am skipping the scrimblo bimblo category because it is almost the exact same as the next one.

Glup shitto: Cernunnos

It’s a shame that Cernunnos was only in book 3, but by GOD did it have the most AWESOME entrance and description ever. It was an excellent way to introduce Archons, what they were, and the effect they had on others just by being there. I love every single detail about it… from Dee slowly figuring out how it operates, to even the pronouns it’s described with changing as the reader becomes familiar with it (going from purely “it” pronouns to “he” later on.) Cernunnos my beloved I miss you every day,,,

A wave of stinking fur, claws, teeth and eyes made yellow by the lights flowed down the streets, boiling out of the houses, leaping through windows, flattening fences, pushing up through sewers. Filthy foul-smelling creatures gathered in a huge silent semicircle behind the Archon. They had the bodies of enormous grey wolves… but they all had human faces. “Turn,” Cernunnos said. Without moving its body, its head swiveled at an impossible angle to regard the silent army behind it, and then it looked back at Dee. “You are strong. You will last a year before you become part of the Wild Hunt.” (Book 3, The Sorceress)

Poor little meow meow: Gilgamesh

…listen.

This is a very different interpretation from Fate Series’ Gilgamesh. SINF’s interpretation of the character is much more pleasant, and much more blatantly tragic. The driving force of the 3rd book technically revolves around meeting with him, and conflicting ideas of him are given throughout the story before he is actually introduced- until you finally meet him. It’s an anticlimactic meeting… he’s not a kingly figure, and despite being the oldest immortal human, he’s far less impressive than any other immortal human they meet. He can barely hold his thoughts together through the jumbled overflow of memories that he holds in his mind. Everything important to him needs to be written down because he is always at risk of forgetting everything dear to him. And,,, oouuughhghhh,,,,

“The Alchemyst leaned forward, and for a moment, it looked as if he was about to put his hand on the king’s shoulder. Then he drew it back and asked gently, “What are you remembering now, Gilgamesh?” The king pressed his index finger into the page, rubbing silver tears into the paper. “The day someone cared enough to shed a tear for me.” (Book 3, The Sorceress)

Horse plinko: Scathach

I love Scathach as a character but I feel like the struggles that she was put through were a little bit inconsistent? I wish that we’d gotten to see more about her relationship with Aoife from her side- it makes sense why we didn’t get to see that, but having her focus on other aspects on her family in the final books doesn’t feel as impactful when their sister relationship had so much intrigue surrounding it in Book #4. I assume that the focus shifting to Scathach’s parents has to do with keeping up the parallels to the twins since their story shifts to having a conflict with their parents.

But I still think that Scathach should’ve gotten more of a spotlight on her emotions on Aoife. She’s too optimistic. I think I need to hit her over the head with a massive metaphorical hammer.

Then Scatty strolled out into the yard. She was twirling her nunchaku as if she were Charlie Chaplin swinging a cane. There wasn’t a hair out of place or a mark on her body, and her green eyes were bright and alert. “Oh, I’m in a much better mood now,” she announced. The twins looked past her in the corridor. Nothing and no one moved in the darkness beyond. “But there were about ten of them…,” Sophie began. Scathach shrugged. “Twelve, actually.” “Armed…,” Josh said. He glanced sidelong at his sister, then back at the Warrior. He swallowed hard. “You didn’t kill them, did you?” Wood snapped and something collapsed in the shop. “No, they’re just… sleeping.” Scatty smiled. (Book 2, The Magician)

Eeby deeby: Niccoló Machiavelli

Oh my god. I LOVE Machiavelli. Everything about his arc is executed so wonderfully- I love from the moment he’s introduced, there is a very clear distinction between him and Dee, how the two operate, and how the two act. Dee is a terrifying villain, sure, manipulative and cunning, but Machiavelli has a striking subtleness to him that contrasts his layers to Dee being a less mysterious villain. I love how even though they are both manipulators, we see what makes Machiavelli a master in how he expertly controls situations- he’s able to direct the interests of Elders themselves to get what he wants, while Dee is constantly getting into trouble thanks to his brash and rushed decisions.

I also hate him and want him to be eaten alive.

“I don’t…,” Josh began, his voice echoing distortedly in the narrow tunnel. I really don’t like small spaces.” “Neither do I,” Machiavelli added tightly. “I spent a little time in a prison, a long time ago. I’ve never forgotten it.” “Was it as bad as this?” Josh asked shakily. “Worse.” Machiavelli was walking behind Josh and leaned forward to add, “Try and stay calm. This is just a maintenance tunnel; we’ll get into the proper sewers in a few moments.” (Book 2, The Magician)

[astraystayastayastray]

Straykids as Your Boyfriend (Hyung Line)

Pairing: fem!reader + idol!straykids!hyungline

Genre: fluff

A/N: first time doing imagines!! sorry if its a bit rusty ;(

[HyungLine!] | MaknaeLine

Warning: Nothing here is real! All fictional!

Description: straykids love language with girlfriend (you!)

DO NOT COPY WORK.

BANGCHAN - CHILDHOOD FRIENDS/SECRET RELATIONSHIP

♤

- Friends ever since u guys were born

- Confessed to you and now in a secret relationship!

- Texts you sweet messages every single day

- He's so delulu about you

- Thinks of you 24/7

- Usual relax chill dates are at the recording studio

- You're always either sitting on his lap or laying comfortably on top of him at the couch

- Gets caught by other members and always teased

- Shy and clingy around you!

- Hold hands

- Careful in public but gives you all the love you deserve all the same <3

- Talks about you nonstop with the members

- Sometimes when you walk out of your apartment in the morning for work, there's coffee and breakfast in a to go box at your front door with a note...

Eat up and goodluck at work today darling~ Love you with all my heart!

- channie

LEEKNOW - ENEMIES TO LOVERS

♡

- If someone dare asks you two who confessed first, the both of you'll get into a fight immediately

- You'll say that Minho used to bully you at school

- And Minho'll defend himself that you fell head over heels for him and asked him out

- But you vividly remember Minho dragging you into an empty classroom, trapping you between his arms with your back against the wall, and demand that you be his girlfriend

- He acts like none of that ever happened as if you guys just somehow met and started dating <3

- You love his cats and always spend time at his house everyday

- Always tends to nudge you farther away from the cars in the street whenever walking together outside

- Asks for a kiss on the cheek once in a while

- Private insta account is filled with pictures of you

- Back hugs and kisses!

- When you're having a bad day, you smell delicious food coming from your house as you slowly walk towards it.

- Right before you open the front door, a text always dings from your phone...

"You take forever to walk home hurry up the kids miss u!! Lets eat!"

- ur minho

CHANGBIN - LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT/SCHOOL

☆

- You never really beleived in soulmates..

- Until u met changbin

- Introduced from a friend

- Acts loud and strong around u but inside hes a nervous wreck

- He kept insisting that his camera was for the school newspaper but actually took pictures of you

- Gets jealous easily! ^^

- Scoots himself closer to you whenever someone else starts talking to u too much

- Carelessly puts his arm around you which makes u get hot in the face

- One day you forgot ur umbrella..

- Changbin was waiting for u in front of ur locker to let u "borrow" his

- Ended up walking home together

- Confessed his feelings for you before you entered ur home!

- Restaurant dates (ofc)

- Movies

- holds ur hand and slips it into his hoodie pocket to keep u warm

- always says the cutest cheesiest stuff to you (but u secretly like it)

"I never believed in love at first sight.. but luckily for me it's right in front of me. Right here, right now."

- binnie

HYUNJIN - SCHOOL CRUSH

♧

- Always brings up last year christmas in the middle of dating

- The day he confessed to you <3

- Started off as school desk partners

- Always made you the main subject of every painting he ever did in art classes

- Whenever you ask who that person is, he always replied, "Someone I like."

- Loves talking tea with you

- Judges anyone and everyone together

- The big sass duo

- Took THE LONGEST TIME EVER to confess, couldve filmed a kdrama

- Finally was able to get himself in front of you and confess

- On Christmas Eve night, under the glowing moon, when the first snow of the year fell <3 eek so romantic

- You have an addiction with ice cream so ur hands and body feels cold often

- He clasps your hands with his to make it warmer

- Keeps all painting he ever drew of you and all photos he took of you and stores it all in an album

"I want to be someone's last love than their first because love is meant to be eternal. I'd like to spend that 'eternal' with you."

- jinnie

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Check out masterlist for more.

REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED! THANKS FOR READING!

[sabineweek]

Prompt Showcase: Sabine & Ahsoka

Hello, and welcome to Prompt Showcase, a weekly series where I share some things I like about this prompt in the hope of getting people inspired for Sabine Week! We will be starting with our first prompt, "Sabine & Ahsoka", but before that...

What is your favorite part about Sabine and Ahsoka's relationship? What do you find most compelling? Please reblog with your addition (or send an ask, or comment, or in the tags...whatever you want! Ramble away!!)

Sabine and Ahsoka are the heart of the Ahsoka TV series, where they appear as a reluctant and traumatized Master & Padawan duo, but their relationship goes back about 14 years prior (yes, you read that correctly, fellow Rebels veterans) to the early days of the Rebellion.

At first, Sabine was suspicious of Ahsoka as Fulcrum. Her past at the Imperial Academy, well...let's just say it gave her mad trust issues.

(gif cred. skyguyed)

However, once Ahsoka revealed herself to the Ghost Crew, Sabine grew to respect her. Ahsoka proved herself to be an adult that she could trust, just as she could trust Hera and Kanan. After Ahsoka's "death" at the hands of Vader in the S2 finale, Sabine repainted one of her pauldrons with a convor in memory of Ahsoka, the same thing she'd eventually do to remember her closest friend Ezra after his own disappearance.

(gif cred. macgregor)

At the end of Rebels (and the beginning of Ahsoka) the two of them embark on a journey to find Ezra together, but much has changed since we last saw them together. Ahsoka feared what Sabine might become if she was trained in the Jedi ways, after the destruction of Sabine's home planet Mandalore. Sabine isolated herself on Lothal, mourning her family and angry at Ahsoka for her mistrust. The parallels that Ahsoka drew between Sabine and Anakin are fascinating and eerie, and at one point it feels like Ahsoka's fears are proven right: Sabine is too fearful, too attached to be trained. In the most vital moment, she chooses her attachment to Ezra over the safety of the galaxy and Ahsoka's teachings. Ahsoka has no choice but to go after her.

(gif cred. sersi)

In the end, it's Ahsoka as much as Sabine who has to face her internal demons so that Sabine can properly begin her Jedi training. Just like Sabine, Ahsoka still mourns the death of her Jedi family at the hands of her old Master, and his transformation into Darth Vader haunts her. In order for the two of them to move forward, they must both let go of the past. And, as Huyang says...

(gif cred. davidtennantedits)

[nameless-inkling]

Album redraw but idk what background to draw lol

I'll talk about them again cause I haven't done that in a very long time. ( Long post )

First, I'll get to the characters then to how their music sounds ( and two posters of their most popular tracks ) like to the typical inkling.

On the left you have two Shopi. Stamen and Galya, world's most stubborn inklings who cannot be trusted. Don't be fooled by Galya's devilish smile, it's only for the photo. Her fans love her cute face, but is she really " sweet " when she's not on stage? She's a heavy smoker and smokes 10 packs a day and this does not do bad to her health at all, nor does her voice change.

You could ask those two if they know when the next bus is, and they will just raise their shoulders and say they do not know what an hour is, or it could be because of the shoppian stubbornness or stupidity. They would see someone dying and screaming for help, and they will still ignore that person. They will silently judge you no matter what. They will only help those like them, those who are not from the outside world. Oh and Stamen's an alcoholic and he often receives beatings ( in a not very serious way. Imagine these two are from an old cartoon) from Galya because he gets as late as 3 am.

Since they hate going anywhere that isn't their dying town, Chavdar and everyone else had to travel to their location to record the tracks and take the picture for the album. Bai Chavdar has had days in which he had to travel all the way from Splatsville to his home country then to the Shopi just to ask them a question. They didn't say anything, which made Bai Chavdar super angry. He tried sending them letters, but they refuse to read them because .. they cannot read.

If you ignore all that, they have a good humor, are pretty good dancers and Galya is an amazing singer. [ More below! ]

The Rhodopeans. Who knew Momchil being just a little bit more outside at night would cost him his life, as he's currently slowly dying without realizing it. He met Zornitsa, the evil spirit in a form of an inkling, in a forest and while they were both dancing and Momchil asked her if she wanted to join a band because her singing is breathtaking (... literally) She agreed, but regretted in an instant and wished she had just killed Momchil and move on. She's on thin ice to trick him into marrying her, waterlog his body and finally take his soul... or let him die of madness because sooner or later Momchil will start forgetting his name and everything, the only thing he will know is Zornitsa. Zornitsa is also into herbalism and makes poison often.

Momchil plays the kaba gaida ( bagpipe from Rhodope mountain ) and Zornitsa sings, she doesn't play any instruments.

The Thracians. The blue haired inkling doesn't have a name, nor does anyone know anything about her. To be forgotten is her dream. She plays the gadulka and from her departure from the band, she's been doing the usual like sleeping, playing video games, listening to music all day or sleeping with her Marie plush. She's secretive, very nonjudgmental and doesn't talk much.

Bai Chavdar is the founder of 7/8 Craze. He wanted to form a band because he wanted to do something big in his last years of living ( old man.....) and to be remembered with good. Singing and dancing are his two favourite things. He's always open to outplay or teach somebody how to dance horo or rachenitsa. He plays the tapan ( drum ).

And then came Pena, Galya's older sister. She immediately recognized her little sister when she came across a poster and could not believe her eyes. She had to return and check on her and congratulate her on her success.

( I know I drew her eyepatch for amblyopia on the wrong eye but pretend it's on the correct eye. Ok ) And then they both made a duo. This was also what made the inklings finally believe that 7/8 Craze is a real band and not ω-3 under disguise. Pena joins 7/8 Craze and the band later drops a new album with 3 new songs.

~~~

The only reason why the band got known to the public is because "???" played a bit of " Salmonid Rachenitsa " in the lobby and the other inklings got interested.

The young inklings started making weird theories about 7/8 Craze's music because they felt like as if the music was "enchanting" them, experienced increased heartbeat and started sweating a lot when they heard it play on the radio. When Salmonid Rachenitsa came on, the inklings felt like as if they were losing their minds due to the very fast 7/8 sound. Because complex time signatures are part of Bulgarian culture and come naturally to us, Chavdar doesn't understand why some find the music weird. Some inklings think 7/8 Craze is actually ω-3 with made up fake cephalopods who do not exist. ω-3 Will forever be sad by the fact that they will never collab with 7/8 Craze, but at least they get to see "???" once a month and play together.

Poster advertising " Salmonid Rachenitsa " .

Poster advertising " Marie, Mariyko "

This song contains a pun, the word "Mari" on Bulgarian is used to address a woman or to reinforce an address to a woman.

BONUS UNUSED ART:

[emmashouldbewriting]

And this quote too 😂

An extract from Endgame, which is published on Tuesday, November 28, claims that the 'silence was palpable' during the 150 second car journey from their residences to the Long Walk, which he says 'must have taken an eternity'.

In particular, he drew attention to 'the lack of communication between Meghan and Kate', as well as the tension between Prince Harry and Prince William.

Anyone could see that Catherine was not happy about the situation, she was maybe even mad at William too for even putting her in that situation (I’m a bit upset at William and KP for it since she was so visible uncomfortable) but Omid/H&M really can’t understand why there’s tension and Catherine not wanting to talk to Meghan? I know it’s because no one really gives a shit about what H&M does, but it’s like no one remembers that only a week before this Meghan have a pretty inflammatory article where she at the very least threw digs at the way George, Charlotte, and Louis are brought up. Or that Meghan’s friends have been all over social media taking shit about mostly Cathrine for years. Does she care about that? Maybe not, but I wouldn’t be nice to the person who’s gossiping about me.

NOT 150 SECONDS

What a dreadful 2.5 minutes that must have been for the shittalking duo

I've had shits last longer than that car ride

[starlightgirl242]

Throwback Thursday: My Drawings for the School’s Carnival

These are my drawings for one of the food stands at my school’s carnival. I drew Benjamin Fairest, Soft Pico, the Spooky Kids, Hex, Carol, and Boyfriend. (and Girlfriend and Whitty are here too, but they’re small cameos.)

If you want to know the short stories behind those pictures, they go like this:

Soft Duo: Soft Pico had a jar of caterpillars on the table. Someone left him a cheeseburger with fries and he came back, the caterpillar jar is empty and is wondering about their whereabouts. Meanwhile, Benjamin is enjoying his pickle-free hamburger with fries where he noticed a few caterpillars crawling inside of his sweatshirt pocket. When his hand reached inside, colorful butterflies come out. Much to his amazement.

Spooky Kids: Skid is preparing his lunch for his spooky picnic with Pump, with his mother’s permission of course. All the while, Pump is buying a hot dog from a spooky monster (possibly the Eyes of the Universe) with his pocket money.

Hex: Hex is serving a plate of chicken fingers with fries to a new friend of his, bringing joy to them with the meal.

Carol: Carol is thinking about buying some conch fritters (fried seafood) to her love interest, Whitty.

Boyfriend: Girlfriend brought some fries to share with Boyfriend and he’s delighted about it, especially after a week of enjoyable and lively rap battles.

Last year, I drew these for the carnival at my school. I had a fun time here, enjoying the outdoors with delicious food and soda to boot. Of course, I remember being disappointed about my drawings not being included to my teacher’s food stand… But, after I had a few moments of sobbing, I start to feel better and enjoy the wonders of my school carnival. 🎡🎠🎢🎈🌤😔😊💕

[whysamwhy123]

✨Fic Writing Review 2023✨

Tagged by the wonderful dynamic duo that is @aerodaltonimperial and @perhapswhoknowsvamp and it's very fitting that those two lovely people tagged me because they're a big reason why I wrote much of anything this year! Took me a while to get this done because I wanted to get my last fic of the year out the door first. I'll put the rest below the cut, and fair warning - it's loooooong. This bitch doesn't shut up, so I rambled on. A lot.

Words and Fics

76, 222 words published on AO3 in 2023

15 fics published on AO3 (16 if you count that one kinkmeme prompt I filled and posted anonymously)

2 little tumblr ficlets

Top 3 by Kudos

Voice in the Dark - Hookhausen (not super surprising, considering it was a popular pairing at the time, and it was the fic I wrote for the anniversary event)

Kids These Days And Their Darn Phones - Hookhausen

Half Your Age Plus Seven - OrangeHook (I continue to be incredibly surprised how well this fic did, like...huh?!)

Top 3 by Hits

Voice in the Dark - Hookhausen

Voice in the Dark, Part Two - Hookhausen (how fitting, LOL)

Half Your Age Plus Seven - OrangeHook (Seriously, what was it about this fic that drew people in? More so than any of my other OrangeHook fics? Like, I'm grateful and all but also confused, like this fic is way too long?! And weird about the age difference?!)

Author's Favourite

As much as I'm loving writing OrangeHook now, I think Voice in the Dark, Part Two is probably the best thing I've written? Even though it's also overly long and gets weird at the end (very much did not expect it to go in that direction when I started writing it), I'm actually pretty proud of how that one turned out. I had a clear vision in my head for how each scene would play out and what I wanted to get across, and man, I remember how most of the Hook/Evilhausen dialogue popped into my brain late one night when I couldn't sleep, so I spat it out into a doc and then about a month later when I actually wrote the scene, I don't think I changed a single word? I just added everything else around it, all the not-dialogue parts. And it was just a lot of fun getting to carry on that story, especially as someone who hasn't managed to crank out a proper multi-chapter fic yet. Who knows, maybe I'll return to that world someday...

Fandom Events in 2023

Uh, well, I guess I did the whole Hookhausen Anniversary thing? And...that's about it. I'm pretty disconnected from the fandom at large, whoopsie daisy 😬

Upcoming Projects

Hoo boy.

I have over 5k words of a Ricky/Christian Sugar Baby AU thing written already. I haven't posted it because it kinda needs some smut and that's still not something I can really do. I might post it someday, if I can make something work, or alternatively do what I normally do and put an annoying fade to black in there. Or maybe I'll think better of it and never post it because it's very self-indulgent and I highly doubt anyone else would really be interested or want me to continue it or anything. But I have Ideas for it...so many ideas...

Also, in my ill-fated quest to try and make myself write smut, I kinda started a Ricky/Bill championship celebration fic. Maybe I'll revisit that? Try to get it done?

And then there's that one fic I really want to work on, but have barely started. I've vague-posted about it here before - it's an incredibly fucked-up Dead Dove fic about Daniel Garcia and a Very Bad, Not-Good thing that happens to him, and the subsequent complete mental breakdown that follows. I've had the idea rattling around in my brain for the better part of a year at this point, despite not making much actual progress on it. Every time I think about it though, I have new ideas for scenes or dialogue. I'd like to make it work, but I don't know if I have the writing chops to handle it, plus it would probably end up being super long and nobody would want to read it, so it'd feel like a huge waste of time on my part? And I've had the idea for so long, it's out-dated too. But still, the urge remains...

Oh, and I still have a ton of OrangeHook ideas I'd like to make happen. Some are, of course, about their age difference. Some would (ideally) involve smut. And others... *nervous laughter* Others would likely result in an ''Everyone disliked that'' situation...

Writing Reflection

I was thinking about making a sappy post about this and whoops, here's my excuse! I don't talk a lot on here about my tragic backstory because honestly, who cares? But I will say this - before January of this year, I hadn't written a word of anything in years. Fic or otherwise. I used to love writing, but Stuff Happened and it killed all enjoyment I got out of it, and I thought that's how it would be forever. Then, for reasons I can't even remember, I started reading fic again, specifically in this wild little fandom of ours, and y'all are just so talented that it made my untalented ass want to give it another shot. So...I did.

I remember when I posted my first fic in ages back in January, I thought ''Maybe about three people will read this and no one will leave a comment or anything, but whatever, I wrote a thing and that's something I haven't done in years so that's enough for me!'' And to be honest, I still think that whenever I post stuff now? It's crazy to me that anyone actually reads my stuff and gets some kind of kick out of it. But every kudos and comment floors me and brings me so much joy, I can't even express it properly. I have to say a huge thank you to anyone who's ever read one of my fics, left kudos or dropped a comment. Whoever and wherever you are, you made my day!

And look, I ain't delusional. I know that calling myself a small fish in the fandom would be too generous. But I'm fine with that - because I'm genuinely enjoying writing again and that's what matters most to me. Even though I've also rediscovered how stressful writing can be (🙂🙂🙂) when it comes down to it, there's joy and happiness in my life that wasn't there last year and that's all because I started writing again. And because some lovely folks here decided to let me know they liked what I was throwing out there. The years have not been kind to ol' Sammy Sam-Sam and this year was no exception, but getting to forget about all that shit and write my silly little wrestling fanfiction has been a great distraction and a comfort through this whole year.

So...yeah. Thanks to everyone who's ever commented on my writing, thanks to the folks who follow me on here (I don't know how you manage that though, I'm such an annoying bitch, aren't you sick of me yet?) and thanks to anyone who I've had the chance to chat with about writing and ships and whatever silly little ideas pop into my head (any of y'all feel free to message me at any time, I am always down to blab about whatever blorbos/ideas take your fancy). I'm hoping I can keep this train a-rollin' a little more next year. Still thinking back to when I started writing again, I made my new AO3 account expecting to write Dustjim only, but then I quickly decided I couldn't write those two well enough, and since then I've bounced around a bunch of different pairings, with a few rarepairs shoved in between for good measure. God only knows where my head will be at this time next year, LOL. I'd love to finally be able to attempt some of the bigger ideas I've been cooking up for a while now. Maybe I'll even write a proper multi-chapter fic? We'll see, but this bitch can dream, at least.

Rules:

Feel free to show whatever stats you have. Only want to show Ao3 stats? Rock on. Want to include some quantitative info instead of stats? Please do this. Want to change how yours is presented? Absolutely do that. Would rather eat glass than do this? Please do eat glass, I’ve heard it’s good for your gums.

I'm not going to tag anyone because I'm pretty sure everyone I know who writes has already been tagged? So if you're reading this and you haven't, go ahead and do it! By which I mean, eat glass. Eat all the glass that you want. Accidents happen in the dark.

[tomyo]

Maka Supplementals

Hey welcome to my "Maka Supplementals" post aka when you become so obsessed with an anime character, you start to treat any other character that looks like them as that character. I've been in this fandom and ancient amount of time and for some reason, I'll just notice a very Maka like quality in them.

Neiro from Kaiba

I'm probably ruining myself by starting with the best. Kaiba (2008) is really a series you can easily project not just Maka AND Soul but the rest main cast onto. I stg I thought Bstar and Popo had the same VA (they definitely have the same god complex). Naturally the pigtails and droopy eyes were a huge connector and the orange/green color scheme is frequently used to represent our fav duo. As for the story, it's mostly around Kaiba and Neiro being just out of reach of each other and a new technology that allows people to store and transfer memories to new bodies. Neiro also makes a good Kaiba type as a stern person in the present but soft and kind in the past/later on. She also has family trauma which may be a theme. On its own it's a masterpiece but I actually made my first SE friend in part due to us both separately coming into SExKaiba au art.

Mikan from Gakuen Alice

I only ever read the series but I figured anime art would pop more. Mikan, the mc, our classic lightish hair color in pigtails and you could possibly call her eyes droopy shaped. Tbh I can hardly remember this series since it's been 11+ years since I last read it but I do remember Mikan having mother issues. If I remember right it's a magic academy shoujo and I probably wouldn't have included it but I wanted to show off that cute angel outfit she's wearing.

Shizuku from Tonari no Kaibutsu

When I watched this series in 2014, this was the first time I said "Oh, this character is just Maka" and thus this list was born. Did you ever want to experience Maka in a Shoujo where her love interest looks like DtK but acts like Bstar? Here you are, the most frustrating romance ever. Shizuku Mizutani is a pretty perfect Maka type, she's quiet, serious, extremely studious, and constantly annoyed by everyone else's shenanigans. One day she's sent to deliver socially maladjusted Haru Yoshida his homework and naturally a classic nightmare romance starts. I'm not kidding when I say every episode one of the two confesses to the other who then turns them down. Honestly, that's the plot. The first confession is right at the end of episode one and it doesn't stop. Can't lie though, I love high school tropes and aesthetics so it's a fun way to reimagine the crew's life going.

Kirin from Gakuen Babysitters

Absolute baby. If you want to imagine was toddler Maka was like then Kirin is pretty good for that. She's not really a main focus of the story but Gakuen Babysitters is still surprisingly good. Kirin really feels like the tiny Maka we saw in Chrona's soul, very outgoing and friendly to those who aren't as confident. She often fights with a Black Star like nursery mate and has an aggressively doting dad that aligns perfectly with Spirit. One small story arc with her is wanting to be a witch. Not really a lot of anything but a cute detail to point out.

Marnie from Pokemon

She has pigtails and 2011 me drew Maka in the exact same outfit. Ngl, this is a real head empty one but I'm still not over that happening.

Nino from Fukumenki Noise

Sorry this is actually just another kind of annoying shoujo. Outside of the hair, Nino is pretty much nothing like Maka. Unlike most series where the story is a string of misunderstandings, Nino's naivety is often a major problem where she cheerily sings over listening to her best friend/crush's home problems and doesn't reflect on the ways her actions could be affecting others. So why is she on here? The music segments. There's this raw and unpolished nature to the singing that really just brings something special to it. Honestly just watch the singing proportions, ignore the bad cgi (in 2017 no less) and pretend its Maka "I don't get music" Albarn singing it.

Sana from Kodomo no Omocha

Probably the only series I've watched before Soul Eater on this list. I recently rewatched and kept feeling weird about the Maka vibes I was getting off of it. Sana does start the series pretty annoyed her schooling is being interrupted and her middle school uniform looks like the Sparoi uniform but her more core characteristics is being a child star and is extremely hyperactive because of it. So what was it? She's voiced by Laura Bailey. It's very interesting to hear her distinctive wobble in Sana's voice. Of course that isn't all, Sana has family issues and her genki personality is related to people pleasing so it's interesting to see when that facade drops. While the manga leaves a stronger impression, the end of 17- start of 18 has a few particularly beautifully scenes of animation.

Also something I want to point out is Sana's amazing wardrobe. Despite being 90s, the bright colors work great for Y2K looks that feel right for Mala's style sense. I wish I could use more than 10 photos to show them off. The anime uses a lot of long sleeves and skirts and the manga has some more trendy fashions like the fur trim cardigans that are popular right now so I'd look there for some outfit Y2K revival references.

[mushiewrites]

can I just be sappy for a moment about 2022? It was so shitty for a multitude of reasons but you guys made it better ):

firstly everyone that interacts with my posts, i love u and appreciate u so much ): if i didn’t have people interacting, i wouldn’t really have a reason to want to keep writing.

but there are some very cool and lovely people I want to fawn over and just say a few things about 🫠

thank u to:

@an-inkling-of for hyping up my writing and always encouraging me to be mean (hehehe 😈)

@elliot-tword for being one of the first people i remember being so kind and supportive when i first started out writing

@fluffy-fics for making LITERAL BEAUTIFUL ART FROM MY FICS / DRABBLES???????? still so honored tbh 🥺💕

@sleepy--anon + @azuregiggles + @starshinenova for providing the best hc’s i’ve ever seen and allowing me to run wild with them 👀

@amitlee for being my enemy, one of my favorite people to bully/be bullied by, and also one of the best people i’ve gotten to meet on this hell site 🔥

I have a million more people I could thank, so if you weren’t mentioned, just know I love u and appreciate you. I want to tag you all 🥺

I hope every has an incredible 2023, it’s gonna be great I can feel it ✨

(okay i’m putting the longer ones under here…..this is going to be SAPPY sappy - this is your warning)

@cayjno - my baby jworm ): i don’t even know what to write for you. i went from freaking out in the best way over your fics to getting to be so close with you and i am still confused as to how????? i have no idea why but i was so nervy to speak with you bc u were just so COOL to me and i was scawwed. i remember the night we had our first real conversation, i was just so hype that you were as cool as i thought, probably even more so. you are one of the most kindest and sweetest humans i’ve ever met. i am so so thankful to know you and get to be in your life. you make me feel so safe, you never ever throw judgement on me and i am so grateful for that. i don’t ever feel scared telling you things because i know you’re not going to look at me differently for it. you also don’t let me brain run with bad things - you normally tell me straight up how something is if i seem to be going a different direction than what actually is happening in situations where that might normally happen. you are just such a lovely support person. we are so comfortable with each other and i love doing stupid things with you. you are so extremely talented in so many ways (i will never have another wallpaper that isn’t a juno drawing ever again btw). u are absolutely adorable and i adore you and your art and your writing and just skdndjdndjsj i love you ): i can’t wait until we invent teleporting so i can hug you for a million years ): i love u so much mouse 💕

@covenofwives - I literally stayed hyperfixated on The Blame Game for m o n t h s. you are SO UNBELIEVABLY COOL. the first few times we spoke i was so hype because you were so kind! we’ve gotten to be such nice little fwens and i love that for us ): we have our own little bobbi duo! i love when we exchange art and wips, it makes me feel so nice that you allow me to see your creations before they’re finished. you are so insanely talented as well, i’m still so hype that you drew Big Challenges on the beach just enjoying his day. you and your feathers are the cutest things EVER, i can’t wait to keep our cute lil friendship growing! i love and appreciate u and ur kindness always 🥺💕

and last but definitely not least

@awkwardtickleetoo - my lil baby puppy knight. the other half of puppyduo. mr bones. i could list everything we’ve ever called each other here but it would need to be a whole new post tbh. i adore you. you already know this. i remember being nervy to speak to you too, but god am i glad we started bc here we are now, months later and clingy as heck. we are the cutest little besties and i wouldn’t trade our weird little freaky conversations for anything. thank you for always bouncing ideas around with me or reading things if i need to know if things sound okay. i love that we don’t gatekeep, and i love that we bully each other about the embarrassing things we share. i love that we’ve resorted to using mostly pet-names for each other, and i love the ones you give me (all of them are good but you know my favorites 🥺) i love that we don’t EVER judge each other and i don’t ever second guess it when i tell you things that fluster me. you’re always so kind (and mean) in the best way and you are just such a lovely person. you, just like everyone else on this list are so extremely talented. you know i binge your fics and fawn over the shit you say all the time. i am very clearly cal stan #1. i actually could keep going but this would end up being very long and repetitive, but it’s all true. love you, idiot. 💕

[the-stray-storyteller]

Defenders : Chapter 7

It's been three months. I really need to update this more often.

Warning: A bit of violence I suppose. Actually, I don't think this chapter has anything to be warned about.

Tag List: @timetravellingkitty @smzeszikorova (if you want to be added or taken out just tell me)

Chapter 1 Chapter 6 Chapter 8

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1 week 4 Days

Location: Middle Village, Queens

People started to crowd around them after that incident. The students would drag chairs to their table during lunch asking Ren questions upon questions. Ivy somehow became her manager. The only reason people would talk to her was to ask when they could meet Ren. She never let them near the younger. The last time she had done that Ren had gone unusually silent and when Ivy had stolen her away she learned that Ren had started to hyperventilate. Now their lunch breaks were eating sandwiches brought from Ivy’s home in the washroom at the corner of the school. The washroom was so far, that nobody bothered to walk all the way there. They had tried empty classrooms but someone or the other would always walk in.

“So..” Ivy drew out the word, “How come you never get food from home?” She pushed the sandwich into her mouth trying to finish as quickly as possible. Eating in the washroom made her nauseous but the crowding students made Ren uncomfortable. Ivy felt that she could sacrifice this much for the younger.

“Don’t know how to cook.” Ren took small bites of her sandwich, chewing it carefully. 

“Pah-runs?” Ivy tried to speak with her mouthful, she pushed the unchewed sandwich down her throat and tried again, “Parents?”

“Busy.”

Ivy wondered if Ren counted as a neglected child. Even while being homeschooled her parents rarely spent time with her from what Ivy could make out. Maybe she should invite Ren for a sleepover, she could join them for dinner and have a home-cooked meal.

“Is Ivy really your given name?” Ren’s question snapped her back to reality. 

“Why not?” The words were defensive.

“It just seems unlikely.” 

“It’s not unlikely,” Ivy snapped, pushing herself off the ground, “but you aren’t wrong,” she muttered dejectedly. Ren had caught her words, eyes glittering with expectation. 

“It’s short for Ivette.”

“Ivette?”

“It’s not that weird,” Ivy protested but Ren was nowhere near convinced.

“I prefer Ivy.” Ren struggled to say through choked laughs.

“Everybody does.” Ivy put the lid back onto the empty lunchbox. Offering a hand to Ren and pulling her up. They exited the bathroom and walked towards the slowly crowding hallways. Ren stuck to the corners hiding behind people who were taller than her, staying away from the people who recently started to demand a piece of her attention. 

An erratic energy started to grow inside Ivy. It was something that made her restless, something that made her eyes sweep the crowd. Her mouth tasted like ash. She grabbed Ren’s hand, looking to ground herself to something. The speakers turned on making Ivy jump towards Ren, her hand squeezing the younger’s. 

“This is your principal speaking,” her voice was shaky and quick, “all students are to report for an emergency assembly.” The speaker turned off with an intolerable screech. Ren gently tugged at Ivy’s hand and before Ren could ask her question, Ivy answered.

“This doesn’t happen often.” 

Ivy remembered what her neighbour’s son had said about his school’s impromptu assembly. The boy was four years older than her and just a few months ago there was an incident in his school, which involved the court and other things. Her dad hadn’t allowed her to know the details but it couldn’t have been anything good. Ivy could only guess what had happened in his school. Her old friends thought that someone had brought in a gun and another suggested drugs. Ivy knew that whatever was going to pursue there would be drama.

The duo followed the stream of students into the gathering assembly. Some students were whispering their expectations, the worst ones being told directly into their ears. There were good expectations which were being laughed at. There were also jokes. Ivy absorbed them all in, trying to get to a proper conclusion. She tried to collect the rumours that were similar to each other, they were the most likely possibility. Ivy dragged Ren to a good spot where they had a proper view.

A group of people entered the room, most of them in formal wear. Ivy felt Ren go stiff next to her. She looked over to the younger one. Her eyes were sharp, calculating but her face was pale. Her charcoal eyes landed on Ivy. 

“I have to go. Goodbye.” Ren let go of her hand and started to walk away. Her steps were silent and she crouched down to hide herself trying to cause little commotion. The confusion took a while to wear off from Ivy.

“Ren!” She hissed out and started following the Asian, at least Ivy thought she was Asian. Ren had told her she wasn’t American by birth but Ivy never asked where she was from.

“Ren!” She hissed out and started following the Asian, at least Ivy thought she was from Asia. Ren had told her she wasn’t American by birth but Ivy had never asked where she was from. Maybe Ren was from Japan? Korea? China? Indonesia? India? Thailand? Vietnam? 

It was just one of the many things she didn’t know about Ren.

She whispered out her name again this time a bit louder but Ren was still walking away from her. She tried to get other students to stop her but Ren had sunk into the crowd. Ivy didn’t hesitate to search for her friend. She pushed her way through the crowd not giving a damn about being discreet like Ren had.

A couple of curses flew Ivy’s way when she pushed and shoved or accidentally stepped on someone. She could see a blur of pudding-coloured hair popping up with the crowd. She followed it out of the assembly and into the hallway. The second Ren was free from the crowd she started sprinting at a speed Ivy would have thought was impossible. The enhanced did her best to try and keep up but she swore that Ren could leave Usain Bolt in the dust. So all she could do was shout out her name while roaming the empty corridors hoping that Ren had gone down the path she was on. 

“What the hell is going on?” The inquisitive whisper behind Ivy made her scream and trip over herself. Red hair fell into her mouth and the cold floor sent painful shocks up her spine. Ivy opened her mouth to say something. She didn’t know what that something was and she didn’t find out because a hand clamped over her mouth. Ren’s dark eyes met Ivy’s asking her to stay silent. When Ivy had calmed down enough Ren pulled her away and pushed her into an empty classroom. She looked over her shoulder making sure no one was following them.

“What the hell is going on?” Ren whispered to Ivy.

“What do you mean what’s going on? You were the one who ran away suddenly!” Ivy pointed her finger at Ren accusingly, trying her best to keep her frustrated voice quiet.

“Believe it or not, those people are searching for you. The assembly is just a distraction. I overheard some people in black suits. They are trying to hunt you down..” Whatever Ren was saying after that fell deaf to Ivy’s ears, her voice was hazy and it sounded like Ivy was hearing it from underwater.

Ivy’s heart sped, her hands were sweaty and the floor swayed below her feet. Air refused to go into her lungs and it also refused to escape it. She could feel something beat along with her heart, a pulse. It grew faster every minute beating like an orchestra of drums along with her heart. The room seemed to darken.

Ivy noticed a lack of background noise. Ren’s unforeseen silence had pulled her out of her dazed state. Her charcoal eyes stared out of the window, pupils blown wide. The room had actually darkened like someone had pulled the sun out of the sky. Ivy followed Ren’s gaze and her heart fell into her stomach. Thick vines covered the windows blocking out the sun.

“You are an enhanced.” There was an elongated gap between each word Ren had said. 

“Ren I swear I can explain-” Before Ivy could continue blabbering Ren gripped her hand, fingers digging into her wrist painfully. 

The next thing Ivy knew she was running down the hallway beside Ren.

“We need to go and we need to go far. These people are the worst, they threatened to kill the last people who wanted to help me.”

“Wait. What?” Ivy had no idea what was going on but Ren seemed to know something. Ivy was trying her best to keep her questions to herself. She really wanted Ren to explain but now was not the time. Everything the other girl was saying was incomplete and only brought up more questions.

 Ren was keeping her pace slow so Ivy could follow. The enhanced’s footsteps were obnoxiously loud compared to Ren’s. It annoyed Ivy how easily Ren could glide from one foot to another, it looked a little bit too graceful.  

They ran past a corridor and unfortunately, Ren had picked one with people in it. Ren turned without a second of hesitation and dragged Ivy along with her. The adults started yelling after them and more started to crowd around the corridor. 

Ivy’s lungs were burning from the strain. Sweat dripped down her back making her shirt stick to her skin. Her legs wobble under her weight. She had already been failing gym class and now she was running for her life. She wanted to slow down and breathe for a while however she could hear the footsteps approaching fast. A woman cut them off a dozen metres from the entrance. She pressed a finger to the side of her ear to what Ivy believed to be a communicator. 

“I have eyes on the enhanced and I believe I have found Ruiz’s little project too.” 

Ivy was getting ready to make a turn but Ren ran ahead. With one swift movement, she slapped the gun off the woman’s hand and rammed her head into the woman’s stomach. The woman bent down in pain and ended up getting punched in the jaw. She fell to the floor unconscious. 

“We don’t have much time. Do you know anywhere safe?” Ren looked back as she picked the gun from the floor. 

“My house.” Ivy could barely process anything but her dad’s company had helped enhanced beings to get out of situations like this, he should know what to do. Ren contemplated the idea before grabbing Ivy’s hand and leading her out of the school.

Ivy was expecting a car chase but that didn’t happen. Instead, Ren used three different buses and five taxis and a convoluted route to get to her house. She took out her keys and opened the door letting Ren in. 

Her dad was pacing around the living room, earphones in his ears while he argued with co-workers. A laptop sat on the coffee table with numerous tabs opened and meetings scheduled. He walked around at a frantic pace, his speech erratic and occasionally stuttering. He would stop every few steps, to push his glasses up his nose clumsily. A nervous brilliant scientist just like Ivy, Ren noted. The man came to a halt, his eyes widening at the sight of them.

Ren took in the house with awe. There were picture frames everywhere. The frames held, photos, certificates and news clippings. The wooden floor was covered by warm carpets and everything was in a comfortable mess. The place smelled of coffee and flowers. Endless scattered papers on every available surface. A chalkboard with barely readable scribbles. It reminded her of the Aloisi-Moore residence and was completely different at the same time. Something twisted in her chest at that thought, it made her eyes sting. She wondered how far Los Angeles was from Queens.

“Give me a few minutes I will be back,” Ivy’s dad told his coworkers, turning his full attention to Ivy.

“What are you doing? Did something happen at school? Is-is everything okay?” Ethan Lynn threw question after question with the same frantic energy as before. He put his hands on his daughter’s shoulder, his eyebrows scrunched together. Ren felt her gut twist once again.

 Ivy couldn’t help herself. She hugged her dad, her breathing uneven and harsh. Ren shuffled around in the background awkwardly playing with her fingers.

“What happened?” Her dad asked again, cradling her in his arms. “Was it one of the teachers? Bullies?”

“Traffickers searching for Enhanced. I think. I don’t actually know who they are.” Ren provided hoping it would be of some help.

“What?” 

“There was this lady with a gun and they were after us and..and..” Ivy couldn’t explain what had happened because she herself had no idea. She turned towards her friend hoping Ren could do it. 

Ren opened her mouth and closed it once again. What was she supposed to tell Ivy’s dad? Was she just supposed to tell Dr Lynn that his only daughter almost got kidnapped? She wanted to help but she was more lost than before.

“I don’t know much,” she looked down to the floor guilty, “But I can’t stay here for long and I don’t think Ivy can either. They were targeting her specifically and they are targeting me too. If they found her in school they can find her here.” Ren looked away, not being able to face the family. What good was she if she couldn’t do something as simple as protecting Ivy?

“They who?” he asked with frantic energy. Ethan sat down in the dining room, ignoring a call from work. “You know what, start from the beginning.” Ren nodded, she owed them that much.

Ivy’s eyes were wider than saucers after Ren had finished explaining everything. It explained so much but it brought up more questions. She looked at her dad hoping for an answer, for his guidance, for anything at all.

“Ivy, we need to pack.” Her dad stood up from the table.

“What? We can’t leave,” she blocked her dad from leaving the room, “There has to be something you can do, you saved so many Enhanced.”

“All I did was give them a safe place to live and figure out their powers after they were found. This is entirely different. You are being hunted and I don’t think these are any ordinary traffickers. No ordinary traffickers would have entered school premises like that. I don’t think the police can help with anything like this. The best we can do is run.” Every ounce of Ethan’s restless, nervous energy was gone.

“Actually,” Ren felt bad for interrupting them, “I don’t think you can come with us, Dr Lynn. It would be suspicious if a famed scientist went missing, the whole police force and the media would be after you in seconds. Also, it would be useful if you could cover us from here, throw them off our trail perhaps.” The doctor furrowed his eyebrows, pushing his glasses up his nose. He let out a strangled humming noise as he ran his hand through his red hair. He plopped onto the couch, a resigned look on his face.

“Why would you say that? Why would you suggest something like that?” Ivy looked furious and the assassin did not like that expression on her. The redhead looked near tears.

“Your friend is right. She is only thinking logically.” Her dad hugged her tightly, rubbing comforting circles on her back, while she hiccuped and teared up pleading to do something else. “Go pack.”

“Carry everything in one backpack. Take money in cash. Baggy clothes and things that cover hair and face.” Ren suggested as Ivy climbed the stairs to pack her bag.

Ethan looked down at Ren. He felt a headache throb at the back of his head, he couldn’t breathe properly. He didn’t want to make Ivy run like this and he didn’t want to put all of this responsibility on Ren who seemed like she had been through enough. He fell into the couch burying his face in his hands.

“Dr Lynn, are you okay?” Ren asked.

“To be honest, no I am not.”

“I will do my best to protect Ivy. It’s my mission.”

 He smiled bitterly, “Thank you. Is there anything I can do to help?” He hoped that the younger one would look after herself as well. A little voice inside him told him he was making the worst decision of his life

“Call the police, tell them your daughter never returned from school after a while. Then tell them that Ivy might have run off to Kansas or Missouri because….I don’t know give them a reason.” Ethan nodded along.

“I will give you cash.” He said getting up, he had a safe in his room where he kept some extra money. 

Ivy came down with lethargic movements. Cheeks were stained with tears and a bag weighing her down. One hand gripped the straps of the bag, leaving marks on her palms. The other gripped a bunch of seeds clasped in the other. Her body felt leaden, and her mind swirled. Something was wrapped around her chest, barbs poking into it, leaving her still and motionless. She realised it was fear, real fear. It was the fear that was buried deep and fast. The one that left you drowning with no thoughts. 

She wrapped herself around her dad once more. 

“Both of you look after each other okay and call when you can,” Ethan whispered, trying to keep his voice from breaking. Ivy took his hands in hers, purple asters and white daisies started blooming at the speed of light on his palm. The scientist’s throat constricted at the sight of the flowers. He kept reminding himself this was the safer option for Ivy. She needed to keep moving to avoid getting shot. The girls stepped out of the house with final goodbyes. Dr Lynn watched them walk away and closed the door to his house when their figures dipped below the horizon.