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[jitterbugbear]

another bunch of artfight attacks/revenges ⚔️

characters (in order) belong to: bugcrimes, vnllbn & Snuf_spirit

[furbtasticworksofart]

Velvette if she was a cyber vampire demon. who has dedicated her life to sucking the life out of people via social media.

You can sell your soul to her on livestream for exclusive content and discounts on her indie page. It’s actually a pretty great deal and she keeps her patrons updated with any of the lastest business and trends. If you extend your contract to the next 100 years you get to recommend the next video game she streams on Twitch, and premium advice on how to succeed at social media.

its not a pyramid scheme why would you say that pay 200 sins to sponser her latest merch sale now

[lascvitae]

♯┆i was busy thinkin’ bout boys .ᐟ

synopsis. in which y/n gets invited to a random tik tok live with four other men and — fuck, she remembers them from a night she desperately tried to forget.

pairing. enha hyung line x fem!reader genre. comedy, crack warning(s). cursing, reader is down bad af for jay, heeseung is lowkey sassy af

masterlist.

“yo, who did heeseung just invite?” the one with an australian accent spoke. you laughed silently at the amount of concern yet carelessness in his voice. like this was a regular occurrence.

you stayed quiet, leaving your camera off and glancing around at all of the different men presented on the screen in front of you. “hello?” you asked.

“damnnnn. that’s fine shit.” one of them spoke up, rubbing his hands together. he looked so damn familiar.

“that’s probably chopped shit sunghoon.” another guy spoke up, resting his head in the palm of his hand. with the van cleef around his wrist, he looked like he had money galore but hold on now — that doesn’t mean that he could call you chopped shit.

just five minutes earlier, you were scrolling on tik tok through the for you page. your laughs came out in snorts as you watched a video that you found insanely hilarious.

then the invitation appeared.

and here you were with these men that you didn’t even have a clue they existed minutes prior. two of them seemed familiar, though.

“i’m not chopped.” you grumbled, getting up from the comfort of your bed and setting the phone up against the mirror of your vanity.

“i know you aren’t.” one of them spoke. you liked this one — he had a nice forehead.

“wassup baby?” nevermind. his comment rubbed you the wrong way.

“cmon, you guys are gonna scare her before she even shows us her face.” the australian one spoke up once again. “hey, um. y/n broke as fuck?” he read out your username, making the van cleef guy burst out into laughter. he had a rich guy laugh.

“mhm?” you answered, putting on lip gloss and quickly fixing your appearance. “could you turn on your camera for me?”

“nah turn it on for me.” the one with a nice forehead quickly interjected. “heeseung you can’t let me have nothing.” the australian rolled his eyes. so his name was heeseung.

you giggled as they bickered on for a little longer. “heeseung you’re funny.” his eyes widened slightly before he smiled, hiding his mouth behind his hands. “she want me she want me.” he squealed before clearing his throat.

“i mean, thanks y/n broke as fuck.” his smile quickly dropped, making sunghoon roll his eyes.

“it’s just y/n.” you corrected, cheesing like a teenager. heeseung nodded, leaning back in his gaming chair.

heeseungsfav

bro she wants u

sunoo 😋

what if she wants jake?

sunoo 😋

because he’s australian

jungwon 🦇

rizz ≠ harassment

niki

she doesn’t want any of u

“we’re not harassing her.” the one that you learned was jake protested, and the van cleef guy laughed again. “man jay what’s so funny?” heeseung asked him.

“she’s quiet now. you scared her.” jay shrugged, running a hand through his hair with his other hand. nah, you wanted jay.

“i’m not scared.” you laughed, taking a good look at the guys in front of you. “are you all friends?”

“yep. went to high school together.” jake nodded while continuing to explain. “hee and i grew up in the same neighborhood and played basketball together while i had class with jay.“ you hummed as he continued to explain, focusing more on his features instead of what he was talking about.

“sunghoon doesn’t really matter.” heeseung joked, earning an eye roll from the said male. he moved closer to the camera and you could see his face so clearly now. damn, he was gorgeous.

“i met them through senior week at school. our schools coincidentally planned for us to visit urban air.” sunghoon explained calmy. “you know it’s kinda funny bec—“

“nobody cares.” heeseung interrupted.

“okay.”

jay’s laughter pierced your ears again, reminding you of how broke you were. “jay, i have a question for you.”

jay cleared his throat, focusing his attention onto you. “yeah. what’s up?”

“how much was your bracelet?” you asked curiously, playfully raising an eyebrow even though they couldn’t see it.

niki

oh she’s a gold digger

“a couple thousand, why?” jay smirked slightly, fixing his glasses. “ooh..” you giggled and jake joined in, laughing with you. “heeseung’s broke ass really don’t stand no chance now.”

“we can be broke together y/n!” he protested with a charming smile.

“two wrongs don’t make a right.” jake shook his head.

“but they cancel out.” he pointed at the camera as if he had a point.

niki

u not spitting

“niki stop hating on me.” heeseung rolled his eyes.

“so jay is the rich one, heeseung is the jokester, and jake is the popular one?” you asked. “the popular one?” jake repeated, confused.

“you act like you don’t throw all of the parties. everyone knows you.” heeseung rolled his eyes. jay nodded in agreement.

“so what’s sunghoon then?” you finally concluded, allowing your curiosity to speak for you.

sunghoon, who clearly wasn’t paying attention, looking as if his ears perked up when he heard you say his name. “the ice skater? i guess.” he shrugged. ice skating and he was fine as hell? you were sat.

“that’s so boring. you got the option to choose and you don’t choose a cool title or something.” heeseung stated his input once more.

“worst use of free will.”

“heeseung you always have something to say.” sunghoon scoffed playfully. “when will you stop talking?” he leaned in further, and you could see the beauty marks on his skin now.

oh shit.

“when y/n shows us her face.” there was no hesitation in his reply, like he was waiting for the opportunity.

“um…” you started.

“cmon y/n! we’re not gonna call you ugly or anything. plus, you already know so much about us.” jake tried to convince you.

jungwon 🦇

fumble of the century 😭😭

“i dunno guys.” you shrugged. you weren’t self-conscious about your face at all. you just didn’t want to be recognized.

“she must really be chopped shit.” sunghoon teased, cracking his knuckles. the smirk on his face was exuding victory and it made you upset.

but not upset enough to turn on your camera. you were unmoving on this matter.

“i’ll cashapp you twenty dollars.” jay offered.

“deal.”

sunghoon’s smirk dropped almost instantly and you felt a rush of satisfaction. “are you serious?”

“i mean we all wanna see her face right?” jay spoke up again. “so why not.”

“this guy thinks twenty dollars is just chump change.”

“well—“

“don’t even finish your sentence.” heeseung held his hand up.

“sassy.” you giggled.

“i’ma get even sassier if you don’t show your face.”

“jay?” you waited for confirmation on the deal.

“yeah, i’m waiting.”

so you cleared your throat, hastily fixing your appearance again and turning the camera on.

gasps were shared throughout the live and while the smile virus infected jay and heeseung, sunghoon and jake didn’t find your face reveal as appealing.

but you knew why.

“oh shit, isn’t this the girl that ghosted you that one night?” jake’s tone was one of shock as he connected the dots.

sunoo 😋

omg…

niki

hoon isn’t that the girl from the party?

“what?”

“how didn’t i recognize your voice…” sunghoon trailed off.

“umm! sorry guys! my fish is drowning!” you hurriedly responded, leaving the live as quick as you could.

your heart was racing, millions of different thoughts running throughout your head but there was one that stood out the most.

you didn’t get jay’s number.

perm taglist — @saysirhc @aedollie @prologue-ae

[starbluethunder]

a BIT early to new years on this, but here it FINALLY is!!!

merry christmas and happy new year to all my lovely friends ive made this year! theres a lot of people i missed on here,, im sorry if you wanted to be included, i did NOT get to NEARLY as many people as i wanted to put! but im always open for drawing your character any other time though <3 youre in my heart :,3

its kinda weird to think only a year ago i didnt really know many people on here and now i know enough people to fill a canvas completely like this! this includes everyone who is on here AND that i havent added!! im so grateful to have met all of you on here and tumblr has been such a fun and awesome experience, meeting all of these talented and cool people <3 maybe one day i can do this again when i have less of a day i want it finished by, and i can add as many of you as possible. but for now i am so done. LOL

so i hope this little late christmas gift shows my gratitude to all of you, every nice little comment you guys have left for me or conversations weve had or even if you've made art for me too ^_^ youre all so so kind to me. i love u guys sm

under the cut is an edit with everyone on here's usernames (some exluding ones who didn't want to/didnt have a username)

if i misspelled any of these i will cry btw. correct me but i will cry. LOL might as well uh. tag all of you because i dont know how else to get it to everyone .... sniles

@scuggyfangs @hexedbug @cerpiscool @demonoftheseas @kaithesnek @tacoma-narrows @the-motan @juneibyou @chromonym @apotheoseity @adenator @malwarechips @cemeterypet @funky-dealer @blizzard-nightlamps @paradichlorosocksy @battiegutz @shock-micro @starryspiritz @tropical-starlight @redwyverndht @xxc00l-k1dzxx @devilsurvivor-2-recordbreaker @cannidolly @sp1derc1der @swizik @81rye @neoplaysrhythmgames @mewveepaws @astral-alignment @guildes

holy smokes. thats a lots. really hoping im not missing any of u there lol

[annabelle--cane]

i wasn’t here when tma reached the height of its popularity (i only joined last year) so could you describe the Vibes (how bad the drama was, did it feel like there were too many people, etc.)

only if you want to :]

I've said this before, so this may be a familiar spiel to longer term followers, but 2020 tma fandom was honestly not the worst fandom I've ever been in, it was just by far the biggest thing I have ever been actively into at peak popularity and so the 1% of insane people that are found in every fan space were 1% of a much bigger total population. most people were fine and chill, but there were a vocal minority who Weren't.

major ingredients in the discourse pot:

from my observations, tma had a small but devoted listener base for its first few years, then it got a little bump in mid 2018, then a considerable bump in late 2019, then hit proper virality in early 2020, so there were a lot of people with hipster complexes about being Real Fans who were there first and weren't just part of the masses.

at this point I'm not even sure if this part was true, but the above was compounded by the perception that the earlier og listener base were mostly adults and the new wave of fans were mostly tweens and teens. whether the different waves actually fell along those age lines or not, a lot of people felt like the fandom was split into 80% Cringe Zoomers Who Are Here For Ships And Memes and 20% Millennials and Gen X'ers With Media Literacy Who Are Here For Horror. nice dichotomy, idiot, now what lies outside it, etc and such and such. our blessed fandom etiquette vs their barbarous dni lists.

which isn't to say that suddenly having a huge number of people, including young people, become interested in a single piece of media at a time of global stress where everyone had to be much more online and the content of the media itself was at its darkest and most socially relevant had no downsides. oh no. Oh No.

"my headcanon is not only objectively the best headcanon but it actually invalidates all of yours and if you hc something different then it's an act of bigotry against my Correct Headcanon." / "I have drawn up a list of Good Characters you have to like and aren't allowed to criticize and a list of Bad Characters you have to hate and can't acknowledge exist unless it's to make fun of and completely condemn them." / "I saw her username in the kudos of a jonelias fic" "girl what were YOU doing in the kudos of a jonelias fic" / "this latest episode handled a social issue unforgivably badly, I haven't experienced it myself but the vibes were off, everyone demand accountability and boycott the rest of the show" "hey that one was actually based on jonny's personal experiences" "ah fuck not again. well boys let's remember this for next time. this latest epis--"

honestly most of the discourse was down to like two or three friend groups. there was one group of people who you will probably remember if you were there at the time whom I have sometimes seen referred to as the Clown Gang. Clown Gang were ground zero for a good 90% of fan discourse ("hcing melanie as ace is ableist and lesbophobic" "fan content that focuses on jon's asexuality is biphobic. what's pansexuality I've never heard of it." "desolation tim aus are inherently ableist and racist"), but eventually they had a big falling out with Clown Prime and things calmed down. to be very clear I hold no ill will towards any of these people for four year old bad takes, hence why I'm not using any names, but god was it a time.

and this is only about the tumblr side of things. I was barely active of twitter so idk what it was like there but I was on tiktok for about a year during that time and the vibes were wildly different. iirc people there were less confrontational and there wasn't really a callout culture like on tumblr, but the extremes of the takes were FAR worse.

[ms-demeanor]

did u ever watch the cartoon C.O.P.s? theres a character in the show that has the same name as ur username, I just saw one of ur posts and got curious.

I did not and I just looked it up and this is so funny

"Stephanie Demeanor is a middle-aged, super-strong woman with the appearance of a normal businesswoman who works for Big Boss. Ms. Demeanor has the muscular physique of a champion bodybuilder and often gets upset when people accuse her of not being feminine."

Oh, Steph. I am so sorry that in 1988 the people of Empire City were not ready for "normal businesswoman who can throw a fridge" as a concept without having to police your femininity.

I can tell you that now they are very into "normal businessperson who can throw a fridge" and are of the firm (correct) belief that I give excellent hugs.

[cherryblooom]

2XL — OP81 [ part 1 ]

Summary: You are a young artist who gained a lot of popularity at the ripped age of 14 due to your talent and unusual style. Your body is considered "voluminous" so, in public, you only use 2XL clothing, to protect yourself from people on the internet and feel more comfortable while performing. You have managed to keep your personal life outside the spotlight but when Oscar finally made it to the glamorous lifestyle of motorsports, everything changed.

Pairing: Oscar Piastri x Reader

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Fic warning: best friends to lovers, kind of slow burn, slut shaming, weird people on the internet, people commenting about a minor's body, sexism, rape comments, rape "jokes", reader battles with her self-esteem, self-image, and self-love, Oscar is obsessed with his girlfriend and her body (not in a creepy way) and is not afraid of showing it, Oscar is not afraid of defending reader and dragging people though the mud.

Faceclaim: Billie Eilish

Note: Oscar is a year older than the reader. SMAU mixed with narrative. Reader doesn't have that much access to social media right now as they are mostly controlled by their management.

You were in shock, appalled, shaking in your boots. No, that wasn't enough to describe the excitement you felt when you saw the success your debut song was having. It had gone viral on the Soundcloud platform, and your followers were increasing rapidly, it honestly felt like a dream.

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ynusername Thank you so much for all the support and love you guys have shown to my debut song and EP. I am still in shock and shaking. I can't wait to see what comes next 🩵

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fanusername you deserve all the love, the songs are beautiful

→ ynusername Thank you so much for the support, it is a dream come true 🩵

oscarpiastri beautiful and talented, you deserve it! ☁︎🩵

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username this girl is going to be a fucking star

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username245 ocean eyes makes me cry so much 😭

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oscarpiastri I can't even begin to express how proud I am of you. You are such a talented artist and seeing how you are achieving all of your dreams makes me so excited. And…happy birthday! I don't care how famous you get, i’ll always remember how you almost die because you couldn't stop eating grapes.

Please don't forget me when you are famous, I can't live without your pancakes and you always REFUSE to share the recipe 😔

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ynusername and i’ll NEVER give you my pancakes recipe ☺️🙂‍↔️

→ oscarpiastri boooh, u are just mean and for what😣

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ynusername This pookie just won his first championship in motorsports and I'm still scared to cross the street alone, wtf. Anyways, CONGRATULATIONS!! I don't need to read your horoscope to know that you have a great and bright future ahead of you ❤️@ oscarpiastri

P.S. I understand that winning a championship is a bit of a big deal, but I'm not going to give you my pancake recipe. I don't care how pretty your eyes are 🙄

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fan1 wait, are they a couple?

→ fanuser3 No, as far we know, they have only been best friends since kids

randomuser oscar had an amazing season, I can't wait to see him in f1

fanuser2 Is Yn that tiny or is Oscar a giant? 😭

→ fan1 I know, their height difference is so cute 😔

→ fan3 both answers are correct 😂 but she's 5’1 so I would say that is not that hard to tower over her

Oscarpiastri if you give me the recipe, I will teach you how to cross the street without dying 😃

→ ynusername no❤️

→ oscarpiastri oh COME ON

→ oscarpiastri then, can you come and prepare me some? I pledge not to peek

→ ynusername that I can do

Oscar turned off the screen of his phone when he saw that you had returned from the bathroom, since he had taken advantage of those minutes that you were away from the table to respond to that disgusting comment on Twitter. There were times when he hated social networks, and because he was not a fan and did not find the logic in arguing with a stranger on Twitter, he could not avoid the anger that began to feel when he saw that comment from someone who claimed to be his fan. It wasn't the first time, and unfortunately it wouldn't be the last, that your fashion style was the center of conversation, and not in a good way.

“So, are we done here then? Nobody wants to order anything else?” asked his team leader. All the team members shook their heads and after the bill was paid, everyone started to get into the cars that were already waiting outside to take them to the bar they had reserved for the rest of the night. It wasn’t just that they had won the championship but now Oscar was officially of age, so it was also a reason to celebrate (although he wasn’t old enough to drink alcohol yet, but it seems that detail wasn’t that important to his team).

“Let’s go to McDonald’s for our monthly greasy burger” Oscar told you as you walked out of the restaurant. Your arms were intertwined, and your head was resting on his chest as the two of you slowly made your way to the exit. You couldn’t help but feel a warm flush running through your body. You felt so comfortable and safe.

''Even though I wouldn't want to break our tradition, you should go with your team to celebrate. I'm sure they made you a cake or something like that.'' Since you were both 12 years old, on the last Friday of every month you would go somewhere to eat sweets, junk food or things that you couldn't eat on a daily basis and, for both of you, it was almost a sacred day where you could be yourself, spend time together and just eat, talk or relax.

"Maybe you're right but honestly I'd rather spend time with you."

''I'd love to accompany you but I'm not 18 yet''

''Ohh right, you're still a little girl, I almost forgot. My bad''

''Shut up!'' Oscar just laughed and you let him guide you to his car. ''So, you're not going to the bar?''

''I told you; I prefer to be with you.'' You were both already inside the car and after buckling his seatbelt, Oscar leaned over you to put your seatbelt on for you, but you didn't realize how close you were from each other until he was practically right in front of you. Time felt like it had stopped, or at least it was going slower, since you felt like you had been in that same position for minutes. Oscar for his part couldn't help but run his gaze over your full, kissable and pink lips. For Oscar, you had always been a beauty that didn't need makeup, and if you had put on any, it would only be to make your already natural beauty shine. A few inches were all that separated your lips from his and Oscar smiled cheekily as he watched you hold your breath, maybe waiting, but waiting for what exactly? Oscar pursed his mouth into a satisfied smile.

Oscar finished fastening your seatbelt and sat back down to his seat as if nothing had happened, but he smiled mischievously when he watched you wipe the palms of your hands on your pants and felt you release the breath you were holding.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with that belt, but sometimes it gets stuck. I should check it out later,” Oscar said, and you nodded you head accepting his explanation. It was a lie. The belt was perfect, he just wanted an excuse to do what he did and yes, he didn’t regret anything. He got the answer he was looking for...that he wasn’t the only one who felt that way.

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dailyop81 One of the photos that are already coming out of Oscar's team celebrating the championship title, but he doesn't appear in any of them. Could it be that he didn't attend his own party?

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dailyynupdates yn and oscar hanging out today. According to the person who took the photos, the two were seen leaving a food store with a couple of bags (with snacks and what it looked like some junk food). They stopped at the park for a few seconds and then oscar started chasing yn while they both laughed. It should be noted that today is Oscar's celebration party, and he apparently decided to celebrate with yn.

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oscarpiastri such a lovely night with a pretty girl 🩵

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yn_global23 the height difference between them, I can't-

→ ynhater1 she looks like a fucking midget besides him, how is that cute? lol

→ ynhater1 and btw, the only reason she's famous is because she is with Oscar, if not, she would have flopped so hard 🤣

→ yn_global23 you are aware that yn was already famous before your little vroom vroom guy won any silly tittle, right?

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fanuser5 Oh, the way I would give my left kidney to see them together! Like TOGETHER 🙂‍↕️

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→ ynfan2 ong, me too!! I don't know a lot about Oscar but yn seems so comfortable and happy whenever they are together

→ ynuser2 omggg, Oscar liked your comment 😭

→ fanuser5 WHAT? I can't see it.

→ ynfanuser4 I think he removed the like but, we all saw it. @oscarpiastri explain 🫠

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→ ynfanuser4 ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?

Radio check: I'm finishing up the next part of Enchanted, but this came to my mind, and I couldn't get it out of my head so here we are. If you'd like me to tag you, let me know. Like and Reblog if you like it!

[satellitespinner]

MODERN ELLIE HEADCANNONS

modern!ellie who rides a beat up skateboard from when she was 15 everywhere. i mean everywhere your place, jesse’s, class. everywhere !

modern!ellie whose pen is never not in her hand, or deep denim pockets.

modern!ellie who tries to learn cool pen tricks while “finishing” her homework, but ends up hitting you with the pen..

modern!ellie who was your bestfriend before she was your girlfriend. you two were inseparable! (and irritating.)

modern!ellie who never fucking answers her texts.. it’s infuriating.

modern!ellie who sells weed on the side of working at a small café on campus. (she doesn’t like Starbucks) ((as she should))

modern!ellie who majors in astrophysics! that girl has been in love with space since she could talk. infact! her first word was planet!

modern!ellie who was unfortunately in the foster care system until she was adopted by the lovely man we all know as joel miller!!

modern!ellie whose username on all platforms is more likely to be something stupid than her actual name.

modern!ellie who refuses to turn on auto correct even though she so desperately needs it.

modern!ellie never cooks. ever! it’s either take-out or you forcing a homemade meal down her throat. (she doesn’t mind.)

modern!ellie who cuddles you like you’re married!

modern!ellie doesn’t play about her video game!!!! she will throw a tantrum!

modern!ellie’s playlist consists of hard rock, indie and atleast some rap.

modern!ellie who just shows up at your house?? at let’s herself in!!! the disrespect.. (you don’t care..)

imagine you come home from a long, stressed-filled day. juggling work and exam week AND the weight of being the baddest bitch on campus has really been weighing on you lately; causing you to (as she calls it) neglect ellie..

you walk in, shoulders slumped and release a heavy sigh as you drop your things down on the kitchen table when your bestfriend walks out of your bathroom like nothing.

“hello?” you say, your face morphing from scared to un-impressed as you realize the person in your home was not an intruder.

“hey babe” she says quietly as she walks over to you, slowly watching you as you put your things away.

“how many times have i told you. the extra key i gave you is for emergencies.” you lecture. not really caring as much as you led on to be.

“there was an emergency though!” she argues. you give her a look of scepticism. “and what would that be?” you roll your eyes.

“we haven’t hung out in three days! hello?! i’ve barely seen you since monday!” she whines.

“i’ve been busy, that’s all.”

“busy?”

“yeah.” you whisper, palming your eyes out of fatigue. she gives you a half smile as she realizes that you’re not in the mood for her god awful attitude.

“awh, ‘cmere” the next thing you know your letting yourself relax into ellie’s arms as she rubs your back and gently soothes the tension in your body.

“you wanna go lay down?” she looks down at you and asks. hee voice remaining in the same low whisper as before.

“yeah, please.” you say before she grabs your hand and pulls you into your bedroom. she insists on making you feel better at this point and who are you to stop her??

she opens your pajama drawer and pulls out a big baggy shirt and some shorts, “put these on.” she says as she walks around the bed to the night table, switching the lamp on and peeling back the blanket.

she somehow managed to keep her eyes to herself and when your done she carefully slides into bed next to you. “you comfy?” she asks.

“im good.” god you can already feel your eyes closing. ellie slowly pulls you into her arms and rubs small circles on your stomach as she lulls you into tranquility. eventually you both fall asleep; what seemed to be the weight of the world lifting of your shoulders.

for now.

modern!ellie who had a crusty white dog but it went missing and she never saw it again.

[comicaurora]

I just got a hate anon telling me to KYS for attempting to correct a misinformation campaign about the doxxing of a transwoman BTW.

that is awful and I'm sorry it's happened, I do not condone internet harassment of any kind.

I will point out that I tried to keep your username out of this whole debacle and I am not the one who set the tone on this situation. you showed up in my askbox already in the middle of a fight I was not and am not having. I do not condone this reaction, but this being the internet I cannot stop it except by not posting anything you send, which is explicitly not what you want from me considering how you're reblogging and fighting absolutely everybody in the notes. I did what I could to shield you.

[loveliestofbugs]

☆ Arthur Morgan Headcanons! (Modern)

☆ I could definitely see him working a blue-collar job tbh, like a mechanic or something. Either that or something involving animals/nature, like a park ranger!!

☆ I could see him liking a lot of older music, not necessarily from his childhood (which, in this case, he'd be a 90s kid) though he definitely does like some 90s music, but I could see him liking 70s music, specifically rock. I could also definitely see him liking folk music (for obvious reasons lol)

☆ The only indication that an account belongs to him on social media is that he makes the "nickname" or whatever its called his full name. Everything else is blank. No posts, no profile picture, username is something like "user192829201010". Literally does not gaf 😭 is rarely on social media too, so if you sent him a video it would take him DAYS to see it. You're better off just showing it to him irl.

☆ Victim of single man decor. His house is so plain looking it's kind of sad. Has a couple of decorations here and there, like pictures in frames and a couple of trinkets, but the house is mostly empty.

☆ Drives a pickup truck. Either red or blue, I don't make the rules.

☆ Smokes so many cigarettes, but lowk judges people for vaping 😭

☆ When out with friends, he'll drink but rarely get drunk. Mainly because he's able to stomach an ungodly amount of alcohol, making getting drunk unintentionally next to near impossible (Keep in mind I don't know how much alcohol is a lot, because I don't drink lmao)

☆ His phone is so bright, it's literally blinding. Also he got it for like $50 and it's a brand no one has ever even heard of.

☆ Absolutely a dog person. Has 2 dogs, something big but friendly like a golden retriever and then a tiny satan spawn named "princess" or something 😭. It's like 100 years old and bullies the bigger dog.

☆ Loves playing pool or darts on nights out with friends.

☆ Replies with 👍 to every. single. text. Either that or like a grammatically correct reply, fully punctuated and all.

☆ REFUSES to get therapy, even though he very clearly needs it. (Assuming his childhood went the same way as in canon, aside from his dad getting hung because obviously no one's getting hung over theft/larceny nowadays.) Thinks it'll do him no good.

☆ Assuming his father is still alive, I don't think he'd go no contact with him, but they'd definitely have a strained relationship. Not to say Arthur doesn't love him, he does, despite everything.

☆ Would probably have tattoos, to be honest. I could definitely him having a sleeve.

☆ I seen someone else say this but he would watch Judge Judy. That is so funny to me. I don't know why.

☆ Is bisexual, but that doesn't click with him. Just assumes everyone else feels the same way about the same gender because he has a preference for women, which "makes him straight" (Projecting heavily here)

I love Author wish he was reel 💔

[curtisfamilykitchentable]

Hiii same anon. So I just got in. How do I use it? lol. Like, can I add multiple characters at the same time or is it something you need to unlock? Thank you:3

OMG BUCKLE UP TIME FOR A COMPREHENSIVE GUIDE TO STATUS (I'm sorry I straight infodumped)

Starting a Scenario

Choose your fandom: You can pick any version of The Outsiders from the list if you are starting one for that fandom, but you can create your own fandom for anything you see fit.

Starting Characters: After choosing your fandom, you can edit your characters before starting your scenario. These characters will be the ones you will roll to unlock when you hit milestones. I’d recommend deleting any characters you will not want and adding ones you will want here. Delete by tapping Edit, then select the characters you want to delete and remove them. This is also a good time to add characters not already in the set and change existing characters’ descriptions, ,though you will be able to edit characters at any time once you hit level 25 after starting your scenario. You can do so by tapping Edit again and clicking the pencil icon next to the character you wish to change. You then have options to edit their name, username, gender, follower count, twitter bio, and description.

This is the template I use for all the descriptions of my characters:

Identity: Setting: Appearance: Personality: Speech: Posts about:

Example: Identity: Darrel ‘Darry’ Curtis is a Greaser. Sort of the leader of the Curtis gang. He is the eldest Curtis sibling, and has two brothers named Sodapop and Ponyboy. Works roofing houses and a mystery second job to support his brothers.

Setting: Tulsa, Oklahoma, USA.

Appearance: Light-brown, short hair; piercing, cold, blue-green eyes; serious expression; looks older than he is due to stress; muscular.

Personality: Stern and mature, Darry takes on a fatherly role. He wants his brothers and friends to stay safe, but that proves to be a hard task. Has a passion for football, but rarely gets to play anymore. He doesn’t let many people tease him, but he allows it from a select few, and might even show some of his humor on occasion. Otherwise very cool and cold. Constantly on the verge of a nervous breakdown.

Speech: 1960s American slang; cooler, rumble, fuzz, etc. Uses correct punctuation and a reasonable amount of emojis. Posts about: His roofing job; Vague tweets about his mysterious second job; asking where people are; questioning people’s safety; his brothers.

Let me know if you want all the descriptions I made! I have them for basically every character mentioned in the book, movie, and musical

Unlocking First Character: This is the first character you can unlock in your set- don’t worry, the first few characters unlock fast- and thus is the first character you will be building a relationship with as your character. This is also the only one you can manually choose until you reach level 25.

Your character: You now can make your character! This can be an OC or an existing character (I believe, I’ve only tried with OCs but I’m starting a new scenario now to check if you can do existing characters). PROTIP: You currently can’t change your username after choosing it! Pick something you won’t get tired of seeing. You will still be able to change your profile pic, bio, and name at any time:

There are templates in the Discord server for your bio. Your bio will act as your character’s description and you can edit it as the story goes on to help bots remember plot points. But starting out, what you put in the bio will affect how you start the game’s scenario and what your goal becomes.

If you want your character to be unknown, say something along the lines of being new to the area. Put something about your aspirations to alter how the game chooses your scenario. All games start out with “Become famous” as the goal, but you can immediately change that when the scenario begins.

Some suggestions of goals instead of “Become famous”:

Bridge the divide between greasers and socs

Become a prevalent leader among greasers

Become the best __ in town

You can change the goal at any time, but you bio will affect the skills you will be developing.

Recommended way to re-format your bio after you’ve started your scenario:

Name: (This will be your full name if you wanna add a middle name) Nickname: (You can add as many as you want) Age: (You can edit this whenever you want to age up) Sexuality: (Best way for people and news bots to acknowledge your character’s preference) About Me: (Any characteristics about your character that you’d want to be relevant, such as illnesses, existing friendships with other characters, relationships, family, personal history, etc.)

Tips for when the scenario starts:

It’s a learning curve, don’t worry. It took a second for me to get the hang of it.

You only get a select amount of energy for the day before you cannot make anymore moves until midnight when it reloads. To make those actions last a bit longer, I’d suggest waiting after each move for the orange part of the energy bar to reload back to yellow. It makes it last longer than multiple actions right after the other.

Completing milestones, unlocking new characters, and adding an activity to your schedule does not use energy. However, starting an activity, tweeting, replying to tweets, and starting an event do use energy.

If you are adding an activity to your schedule and only want specific people there, sometimes it doesn’t add everyone even when you select them and they accept. You can fix this by putting “It will only be me and (character) and (character)” in the activity description before creating it.

Refer to the guides and tips section of the discord server if you have any questions, or just shoot me another ask. I’d be happy to help!

[bakerstreethound]

An Uncertain Future & Familiar Comforts

Relationship: Sherlock Holmes x gender neutral reader

Warnings: job insecurity, mentions of anxiety, married sherlock, cuddles & kisses

Summary: The night before the graduation ceremony for your master's degree has arrived and leaves you pondering and questioning your uncertain future. Fortunately, Sherlock is there to comfort and reassure you as you mentally prepare for the upcoming day.

All writings belong to me @bakerstreethound (Do NOT claim, copy, repost, or translate my works to other sites. I only publish here and on A03 under the same username)

Word Count: 851

A/N: Hello lovelies! I meant to post this back in January when I completed the story, but between many life events, this story slipped through the cracks. It makes me happy to return to writing my beloved detective. I hope you enjoy the story! As always, comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated!

You’re staring at the computer screen again, lost in thought, too scared to weary to put anything down on the page. Time is slowly ticking down until you have one day remaining before you graduate and you feel the gnawing ache awaken, slowly wrapping around your heart making you doubt.

Friends and family are nice but overwhelming all at once. You are not sure how to feel, the ache in your chest numbing while you continue staring at the screen, that is, until your husband, Sherlock interrupts you with a peck to your cheek. 

“Good evening, my dear,” he rumbles.”

“Hi Sherlock. You’re home early. Did John send you over?” 

“He thought you could use the company tonight.”

You sigh in resignation. John, as usual, is correct in his assumptions. It was a rather slow day at work, one you spent staring even longer at computer screens and notebooks, trying to piece together odd requests and groaning at the general stupidity of people.

There was never a dull moment, for sure, yet agony gnaws deep within your chest, the underlying dread. You close your computer, turning to face your husband in the soft glow of the light filtering into 221B, your home for the past six, almost seven years. 

You do not know what to feel, it almost seems unreal the past years of your life slipping by and having little to show for it but the degrees on your wall. They were now your pride and joy, an accomplishment for sure, yet it felt like they meant nothing when searching for full time jobs felt like a full time job in and of itself.

With five interviews done, you had nothing to show for it, and you are frustrated wanting something to happen, the waiting period gnawing at your insides, threatening to tear apart your heart and mind. 

Writing did little to nothing to help as much as it had the past four years, the exhaustion from graduate school zapping what energy reserves you did have, a burden to try to find joy in the art you loved and dedicated yourself to for years. You could not throw it away or let it go to waste, too many years of precious time spent at the keyboard honing your craft. 

You know yourself, you’re better than that so you gave in writing even when the words hurt to type but the simple act of doing so motivated you, and soon enough you had a page. Your weary mind shifted to Sherlock who continues to gaze at you, amusement lighting his features, making you warm at his attentiveness.

He admired your strength to continue on when the waking world was determined to hold you down. You could not take no for an answer, even he knew you deserved more than you were offered. 

He scowled when you discussed with him all the rejections you encountered, sharing in the frustrations, commiserating with you, and scowling at the emails while you discarded them. He continued to assure you they were all idiots and did not see or appreciate the hours you poured into your education and passion projects. 

“I would enjoy your company,” You say eventually, shutting off your computer before pushing your chair away from the desk. He settled in his beloved chair, and you followed suit, straddling his lap, and pressing your forehead against his. When his arms wrap around you, you let out a groan, half in frustration, half in relief. His hands continue to stroke your back, easing you into him and your frostiness evaporates with every touch.

You let yourself fall into a pattern of familiarity you worked years to attain. You felt lucky to be with him here and now in a moment like this, calm and your worries fleeing with every touch and his warmth. It was a gift to be bleeded in a manner, to be held when words could not suffice, the feelings in your chest brimming over, unsure how to be expressed.

Sherlock does not prod and continues to hold you, stroking your back, peppering you with kisses in between. What felt like a fraction of a moment, slipped into hours and you are on the verge of a dream, lulled by Sherlock’s beating heart. 

“Let’s get you to bed, my dear” you heard him rumble gently and for a moment, you registered being cradled in his arms, walked down the hall to your bedroom and carefully placed on the bed.

In a moment or so, Sherlock turned back the covers, guiding you between them, wanting you to be comfortable from the chill. He pulled away, admiring your delirious sleeping form, fighting to remain in the conscious world a few minutes more. 

“Stay,” he heard you murmur. “Don’t…want to be alone.” 

He was surprised at your ability to say anything remotely coherent, but indulged, joining you under the covers, reveling in your sighs of content as you nestled into him, safe and warm. 

Though the future was uncertain, Sherlock was certain of one thing- that he would be with you by your side.

******

[gallavichthings]

Gallavich Masquerade 2024

Let's have a New Year's Masquerade Ball!

This time it'll be a mixed one, for fic writers and fanartists! The fanworks will be revealed on December 31st and people will have up to January 31st to cast their votes.

As you now know, in a Masquerade, creators (fic authors and fanartists) will produce their works anonymously. These fanworks will all be revealed at the same time on December 31st - our New Year's Masquerade Ball! - and fans (previously called readers and admirers) will have a month to attempt to guess who's behind each mask, that is, who made what. Creators are encouraged to try to fool everyone!

Details after the read more, but don't forget to please spread the word. This will be fun!

Requirements

All fics must have between 2,000 and 5,000 words. For art, there are no requirements. (Needless to say, AI "works" are not allowed.)

No theme is required or forbidden, but, as this is an event in which the goal is to have as many people checking out our work as possible, fanworks in niche categories are not advised. Regardless of what you do, please tag accordingly.

I don't know what to write/draw about!

You can get inspiration from anything you want. It can be canon-compliant, canon-divergent, after the show ended, AU...

But, if you still need some ideas, you can find some here, here or here (not to mention @callivich always has tons of prompts lists).

Sign-ups

Signing-up is required and can be done here. For this event, sign-ups can be done up to the time of posting. Unlike other events, this is one where you will need to sign-up only at the end, after the fanwork is done. You'll be required to add your AO3 username and the title of your fanwork.

What if I don't have an AO3 account?

Then I'm very sorry, but in this case, you won't be able to participate (as a creator). For this event, having an AO3 account is mandatory so that you can post in the collection. That being said, a lot of people have AO3 invites, so ask right now and someone may be able to send you one.

Posting

Posting will be done on AO3 and AO3 only! This is because the Masquerade Collection will be unrevealed and anonymous. All posting must be done until December 29th. On December 31st, all fics will be revealed and available for the readers. (The two days different is to ensure that everyone has posted before I reveal them.) The fanworks will remain anonymous until January 31st, when the game ends. (Please take note that this may be extended if there are a large number of fics). On February 1st, the authors' identities will be disclosed (and your fic will appear under your account just like any other fic).

As an creator, all you have to do is, when posting on AO3, choose to do it under the Gallavich Masquerade 2024 Collection (as in the picture below). I'll take care of the rest. It's important to do so when posting and not after, or it won't work. You can go to My Works > Works in Collections to confirm that it worked.

Voting

Voting will be done via a new form, which will be disclosed only after the fanworks are posted. All titles will be displayed and fans will chose from a menu who they think the creator is. This time, voting is mandatory in all three guesses. If you don't know who to vote for or if you haven't had a chance to read a fic, for example, just take a guess. Also, you might as well guess three different creators to increase your chances, even if you think you're sure who it is.

Points

There are two ways of winning this game, as a creator and as a fan.

Creators are awarded 1 point for each person who correctly guesses their fic/fanart on the first try, 2 for correct second guesses, 3 for correct third guesses and 7 points for each person who wrongly guesses it (that is, matches three different creators to your fanwork). That's right, you get more points if you're actually able to deceive everyone.

Fans are awarded 5 points for each fanwork they guess correctly on the first guess, 3 for each correct second guess and 1 for each correct third guess (obviously the points are only awarded once, so there's no need to guess the same work more than once). No points are being deducted this time.

Creators can also be fans, so they have twice the chance of winning. There will be separate winners for artists and writers.

Prizes

Winners will get boasting rights! XD Plus, of course, a special post for them.

If anyone would like to make fanworks for the winners (like art for the winning writers, fics for the winning artists, edits, whatever), please let me know, that would be super nice!

[tanoraqui]

rereading the Dalemark Quartet because of this fantastic podcast series, and a few notes:

I really cannot imagine Duck as looking like anything but my own younger brother. I don’t imagine Tanaqui as looking like myself, despite the many years of having this username and relating intensely to DWJ’s first girl narrator & mythic history-weaver trope. I don’t have any problem imagining Gull, Robin or Hern as they’re described. But Duck, young or grown, looks like my little brother (who, for the record, is currently doing grad school chemistry, which is definitely a sort of magery).

I’d argue that Mitt and Navis have a parallel moment of first-meeting, future-of-the-country-deciding Mutual Vibes Check to Hern & Kars Adon. It’s just that Mitt is 3 years old at the time, so Navis is mostly going “why is there a toddler here. …Hildy-coded, though”, while Mitt has gotten all the way to “he’s a little strange but I can and will trust him with my Dream of a Better World.” (They are both correct.)

I’m having a LOT of thoughts about the fantasy trope of “there used to be magic & gods but now there’s less or none at all”, and all its variations, in comparison to Tolkien and modern works. But I’m having so many that it needs to be a separate post and maybe short essay.

The structure of the series is so interesting. It’s not chronological at all, which actually makes the gap—15 YEARS—between books 3 and 4 even more agonizing to imagine waiting through. Books 1-3 are all separate tributary rivers pouring into 4, and each one ends on more of, in effect, a cliffhanger: Cart and Cwidder with a fairly normal “this adventure is entirely resolved but there are likely more to come.” Drowned Ammet wraps up the story but is lacking some denouement, they never actually reach the North, it’s just safely in sight, it’s clear that they will reach its relative peace & safety—but we don’t see them do so, and we don’t know what happens to them when they do. And Spellcoats! Has a vision of how the plot will resolve, but very pointedly ends before showing it! All we have to know what happened to any of the characters is a historically uncertain postscript, and the knowledge that (more) modern Dalemark exists as it does! Much less any mention of anyone or anything—except technically the earl and earldom of Hannart—from either of the previous books. And she left the readers like this for fifteen years!

If I’d been a teen in the late 70s reading these books as they came out, when Crown of Dalemark was accounted in the mid-90s, I would’ve screamed aloud. I would love to know if anyone reading this post did have that experience.

[nerdy-espurr]

Just letting y’all who watch Um, Actually know that, in the latest episode which features Bowsette, they got the original comic wrong and didn’t site the original creator. The comic they showed was by Bkub Okawa aka the creator of Pop Team Epic, but that is a fan made comic. The actual original comic is from Malaysian artist ayyk92/Haniwa.

I just feel this is important to correct because small artists are being threatened right now due to both AI and not being credited correctly. I’m not saying that you should go after Um, Actually or Dropout for this discrepancy, but I just wanted to bring this to light. If you wanna follow the original creator, he’s on bluesky and on tumblr by the same username.

Bonus fun fact: The creator actually got an award from Pixiv and NicoNicoDouga for accidentally making Bowsette, I am not kidding.

Also have to include his reaction to Bowsette-mageddon a week later cuz it’s the best

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Mad Season 2

Warnings: non/dubcon, social anxiety, chronic illness, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Bucky Barnes, Peter Parker

Summary: a class project gets messy. (short!reader)

Note: yes I'm being irresponsible.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

‘So sorry I’m running behind. May forgot her wallet’. You reread Peter’s message for the fifth time and check the time under the bubble. More than forty minutes ago. He has to be close. 

You thought of checking but you don’t want to pressure him. Besides, he is doing a favour by bringing you to Stark Tower to let you use the space with him. You turn and pace along the wall, out of the way of the New York pedestrians who wouldn’t even notice if you got underfoot. 

You thought of waiting in the lobby but that’s too much. You focus on breathing. You feel alright for the moment, but a few times, you’ve reached for your inhaler just out of habit.  

“Hey,” a voice draws you out of your mounting anxiety, bringing you back down to just above neutral. “Door’s open, you know?” 

You face Bucky as he holds open of the many glass doors. 

You nod and teeter on your heels. “I know, sir. Just waiting.” 

“Bucky,” he corrects you. Like last time. Oops. “Waiting on the kid?” You gesture affirmatively again. He waves you over casually with a gloved hand, “come on. I can get ya into the lab.” 

“Mm, ahem,” you clear your throat, it’s getting tight. You get closer as the noise of the street makes it hard to hear your own thoughts. “That’s nice but I said I’d wait here.” 

“Busy,” he comments and his eyes roll around derisively. “Should be out here on the street. Let the kid know you’ll be upstairs.” 

There’s no arguing with him, not that you would ever dare. You’re not afraid of him. Maybe intimidated but who doesn’t make you feel small. No, he’s Bucky Barnes, an Avenger. You have no ground to tell him no. Besides, he’s being nice even if his tone remains mostly indifferent. 

“Thanks, s—Bucky,” you muster a tight-lipped smile. 

He holds the door and you flit in ahead of him, your wool jacket flapping and brushing against him. He follows. You hurry ahead then stop short as you realise you don’t know where you going. As you do, a man in a suit huffs and nearly knocks you over with his arm. 

“Watch it, little girl.” He sneers. 

“Hey,” Bucky catches him by his tie, “what’d you say to the lady?” 

You spin around in shock, rubbing your arm at the suddenness of it all. 

“N-nothing, I--” the man blinks in fear. “Nothing, she just got in my way.” 

“You knocked into her and you can’t say sorry?” Bucky pulls him closer, glaring at him with a furrow of his nose. 

“N-no,” the man shows his palms, “no.” 

“Look at her. She’s half your size, pal. You think she could hurt you?” 

“No, no, look, I’m sorry. I’m sorry!” The man sputters. 

“Not to me,” Bucky slides his hand down the man’s tie and pulls him like a dog on a leash toward you, “her.” 

The man blanches and gulp, “look, miss, I’m sorry. I didn’t see you. I shouldn’t have... I should look where I’m going.” 

“Good boy,” Bucky’s snarl comes close to a smirk as he lets the man go and taps his cheek lightly. “Go.” 

He shoves the man by the shoulder and you bat your eyes dumbly. You watch him go as Bucky looms close. You look at him and reach for your bag. You unzip the pouch at the end of the thin strap and pull out your inhaler. You take a puff. 

His expression softens, “oh, is that me?” 

You shake your head, “too many people.” 

“Ah, right,” he points toward the elevators. 

You follow him as he bulldozes through the bodies and pushes the button. You stop beside him and fidget with your inhaler. You peek over at him again. He looks down at you and you wince. 

“Sorry... I...” 

“People usually only stare when I got the arm out,” he shrugs. “I got something on my face? Damn beard catches.”  

Brushes his fingers over the thicket of hair across his jaw. You shake your head again. 

“S-sorry. I... I...” you sniff as the doors open and he beckons you ahead of him. You scurry on and he follows as a slow pace. He spins and jabs the buttons.  

“Thanks for... for helping.” 

“Not at all,” he says. Silence rises with the elevator. He coughs. “You know, I had a buddy with ashthma. Still my buddy but he don’t got the asthma no more.”  

He snorts. You mull his words. You think know who he means.  

“The stuff or whatever... got rid of it?” You ask meekly. 

“Yeah, the stuff. Serum. Poison,” he scoffs. 

“Oh,” you hum. 

“Guess I take it for granted. Never had to worry about much of the being sick part. Sister did. Yeah, she used to always have something,” he clicks his tongue. “Tell me when to shut up.” 

“No, no, I wouldn’t... wouldn’t ever,” you stutter. 

Another lulls fills the elevator as it opens, but the tension remains trapped inside. He points you out first and waits to trail after you. You come out onto the floor. You vaguely recognise some of the acrylic decor and the stiff looking chairs but you don’t know where to go. 

“Left,” he directs you with a gentle caress down your sleeve. “Easy to get lost when you don’t waste your life here." 

You let him guide you. You’d lose yourself without him. It’s exactly why you’d been out on the street.  

That reminds you of Peter. You reach for your bag again and pull out your phone. You check for a message. 

“Kid standing a nice gal like you up?” He asks. 

You flinch, “uh, no, his aunt... there was an emergency.” 

“More important than you, huh?” He pivots and presses his finger to the keypad. The door opens. 

“I don’t... I don’t know. It’s not a big deal.” 

He looks at you, his eyes narrowing, “you’re not a big deal?” 

“No, waiting isn’t... isn’t that bad,” you stammer. “Uh, thanks, again.” 

“Well, you know, in my day, we treated ladies with respect. Let me know if the kid needs a lesson or two,” he taps the doorframe. “I’ll check in, just in case.” 

“You don’t have to.” 

“I know I don’t,” he says. “Go on,” he nods through the door. 

You don’t hesitate. You enter the lab with another thanks, eager to have some time to yourself. You go to the table and untangle your knapsack. You look back just as the door starts to slide shut. You only get a glimpse of his eyes before he’s blocked out by the metal barrier. You can feel his gaze staining you. 

You know it must be all in your head but he is so intense. Not as angry as last time but still... a lot.