#so cutesy as always olive

[sonseulsoleil]

Ghosts don't sleep. They don't even really get tired. At least, not tired in the way sleep would fix. When Charles first dies, he attempts to sleep, but he never can manage it. No matter how many nights he tries. Eventually he gives up.

But he never gives up asking Edwin to read to him at night. Edwin's voice as he reads is warm and steady. Comforting, even. Charles may be dead at sixteen, but he isn't alone. He thinks his best chance at falling asleep is if Edwin is there to read him a bedtime story.

It's probably silly. But Edwin doesn't seem to mind.

Edwin reads him mostly detective stories at first. Sherlock Holmes, anything by Agatha Christie, Nancy Drew and The Hardy Boys, of course—which is where they get the idea for the agency in the first place. But Edwin loves books of all sorts, so it isn't long before he's branching out into other genres.

Usually it's old books. Books from before Edwin was even alive. Books Charles would've avoid reading in school. Pride and Prejudice. Frankenstein. Jane Eyre. Oliver Twist. Somehow hearing them in Edwin's voice makes them much more tolerable.

And some are fun. Treasure Island is one Charles finds himself requesting over and over again. He always liked pirates. Lord of the Rings is another favorite, although maybe Charles is just excited that Edwin finally found a book that was published after he died.

Niko introduces Edwin to much newer literature. Teen romance novels with bright covers and cutesy, wordplay titles. Edwin even reads some of the books about boys kissing boys. An adorable, pink blush creeps across his cheeks every time still, but he's getting more comfortable.

Ghosts don't sleep, or even get tired. But Charles thinks he almost gets drowsy sometimes, late at night, when their living friends are sleeping, and he is curled safely and comfortably into Edwin, listening to him read.

[r4vn]

–LATE BLOSSOM

farleıgh x reader 【1/3】

w.c: 2,183

disclaimers: sensual tension, dilf!farleigh, secretary!reader, beginning of the good stuff be patient please!, oliver is a good person (*gasp*), companyAU!, cutesy, intro, pls dont bored im cooking guys *_*

—synopsis: you went to work expecting a normal day, when suddenly your boss tells you that you have been moved under new management in a new building. you now work right under the man who owns the company, and nearly a year in, he is still full of surprises.

a/n: hello! i was inspired by @girlboybug to write a fic on dilf!farleigh. this is the beginning but i hope you stay with me till the end! please be patient with me my summer has been (fortunately) real busy! ty so much for the support!

– part ²: here.

「divider by @/ cafekitsune」

you sort of always considered that you got a late start in life. never in academics and such, but in adulthood. you had your first kiss way later than everyone else, at 18. you got your driver license late at 20, due to your fear of driving, and you got your first flat around 22 years of age. you were now 26 and living a very, well, uneventful life. you worked at a real estate corporation for the last 3 years of your life. you worked, sometimes went to the gym afterwards, and went home.

everyone you knew were beginning their lives, getting married, having kids, or simply just moving in with their significant others. you lived in a shared apartment, with no kids, and certainly no lover. your last known boyfriend was back when you were 20. the guy was a major narcissist, who nearly liked to kiss himself in the mirror and never really treated you well. it lasted for about 6 months before you were done with him.

you would occasionally go out with your roommate, oliver. whenever the two of you had the evening off. oliver is relatively a nice guy, who had a small wild side. whenever the two of you would go out he would always outdrink you and you never could catch up with his tolerance. you loved challenging him even if you could never beat him. other than hanging out with oliver, work was practically your life.

who you worked for, was a little more interesting. about six months ago, you switched buildings under different management. it was rather very abrupt in the day. you walked into your job and sat down at your desk outside your boss's room before your then boss asked you why you were here. you were confused, before she explained that you were moved under a different building and why. that morning you quickly drove to your new workplace and practically ran through the cubicles. you finally made it to the elevator and press floor 60, the top floor, and ran down the hall in your black mary janes and short pencil skirt.

you cursed to yourself for wearing such a skirt on this day. why did this have to happen to you of all people? a sudden job switch was not on the list this morning. you finally arrived at office room 636 quickly checked the time. you were exactly 5 minutes early.

oh thank god. i can breathe..

you began to slow your breathing. suddenly, you noticed how this particular office door was auburn brown instead of black like all the other doors. your brows narrowed before finding the nameplate on the door.

" farleigh start

saltburn estates, CEO "

you gulped, darting your head to each end of the ironically empty hallway. you've only worked under general managers and supervisors, never a CEO. why were you even hired for this job? your hand grabbed the door and you pushed it open, knocking simultaneously. you wore a mostly confident smile as you finally faced your new boss.

"good morning, sir." you greeted. the male brunette looked up from his laptop and his brows immediately furrowed.

"who're you?" he asked, clearly perplexed.

"i'm– [y/n, l/n] ..your new secretary. i uh ..i was moved from a different building to fill your last one's spot after she left." you explained. farleigh subtly looked you up and down that morning before smiling gently at you.

"well hello [y/n], wonderful to meet you." your cheeks warmed, nodding at him. he seemed charming for sure.

"same to you." you looked down at your shoes, smiling to yourself. you thought he was pretty, gorgeous even. his curls were tight and defined. he had shiniest brown eyes with the longest lashes and god, his cheekbones fit him so well. the lined-up scruffiness that occupied his jaw and chin made him more intimidating. not in a bad way, but more of a mysterious and intriguing one. he wore his black on black suit very well. you dont think you've seen a more handsome man in your life.

"you like croissants?" he suddenly asked. you were taken back at the sudden random question but immediately nodded. he snapped, and pointed a finger gun at you, smiling.

"fantastic, can you grab us some croissants from the cafe block down? doesn't matter what kind you get. use the company card." you nodded and shuffled your way to the door to exit his office. you couldn't help but smile, getting a feeling that this job may be more eventful than your last.

fast forward 9 months, life ironically got just a little brighter after switching job positions. working for farleigh was the same work, essentially but somehow it felt different. you were looking forward to working nearly every shift now. farleigh's various food requests left you on the craziest goose chases around the city. from getting thai food on the west side of london to vietnamese or very specific macarons on the east.

what made these adventures more fun was due to farleigh texting you throughout your walks or drives through the city. he wanted your number to make sure you updated him on your way there, and for your safety. you never texted him outside of work, you were too afraid he would turn you down in a way, and that would be super embarrassing.

"and so you saw two pigeons break dancing on the sidewalk?" farleigh asked with a grin. you laughed, nodding in response to his question. you placed the 16-count box of assorted macarons on mr.start's desk, smiling.

"well, they sure were not playing rock-paper-scissors. so i went with the realistic decision that they were break-dancing." you grinned. a chuckle slipped past farleighs lips, causing your chest to feel warmer.

"right, [y/n]. because pigeons fighting wasn't another good answer." the brunette playfully deadpanned before laughing one last time. he eagerly opened the box of fresh macarons, grabbing a coffee flavored one. he took a bite and immediately closed his eyes in contentment. you made a mental note he always saved most of the coffee macarons for last. whether it be 2 or 6 in the 16-count, he made sure he ate one first and another last.

"talk to me about today, [y/n]." farleigh mentions. you snap out of your mental folder on your boss and open your laptop up for today's schedule.

"you have a 10:30am call with finance, a 12:00pm call with crisis management, a 2:00pm meeting with advertisement, and a 4:00pm team meeting with floor supervisors." farleigh grabs another macaron, raspberry flavored while listening.

"hmm ..let's reschedule my 2:00pm with the advertisement team tomorrow, that way i won't be completely bored with my one meeting tomorrow with janet." he suggested. janet was the chief operating officer, the COO.

"yes sir." you nod and began rescheduling the preferred meeting. he thanked you, eating the rest of the macaron in his hand. your eyes then glanced over, watching as his thumb wiped the corner of his mouth. he licked his lips, causing you to immediately look away. you felt a little flustered in the face, because anything that man did was attractive to you.

"i think for the brunch meeting on friday i move it to monday ..and ...so i can.." you vaguely listened to farleigh ramble. your boss always rambled out of anxiousness yet he did everything so calmly and smoothly. how he did it was so attractive to you. he wasn't a boy with a high position, but a man with a well-deserving job. the way he carried himself simply lured you in. you blinked away your thoughts of your boss and cleared your throat.

"siiir," you start with a singy-songy tone. "you have 10 minutes to speak to finance. floor 59." you add, chuckling as farleigh caught himself rambling. he pursed his lips together trying to both shut up and not smile. he held up his index finger to signal you to give him a a moment and then rigorously typed away at his computer. a moment passed, and the tall male slowly began standing up out of his chair as he typed.

"sir.." you press on, giggling. he playfully hushed you, finally stopped typing and closed the laptop. farleigh grabbed his blazer off the back of his chair to exit.

being mr.start's secretary has allowed you to learn to relax at work. maybe it's because you never knew the word around your last job, but farleigh would catch you stressing out before telling you to take a breather. he wasn't the most extroverted person you knew but the minimal talking you two did, you cherished. you recapped your day in your mind every evening before bed. if you didn't know any better, you'd say he was your work crush. but of course, you'd never admit that even to yourself. the two of you walk out the office together, side by side.

°°°

it was early evening and many employees were wrapping up their shift. it was a rather smooth day of talking business and building contracts.

"its getting late in the day, you sure you want to stay until i leave?" farleigh questioned, groaning as he sat back down in his own personal office chair. he was drained from speaking to several people today, but glad he could enjoy another few macarons now.

"why not? i don't have anything better to do." you shrugged and laughed sheepishly. farleigh had raised a brow, eating a vanilla macaron.

"you don't go out?" you open your mouth to answer farleighs question and close it, thinking of a way to explain your social status. there was nothing to fully elaborate on really but you really didn't want to look like a loner to mr.start.

"well," you began. "i go out with my roommate occasionally, but other than that my schedule consists of work, the gym, and home." farleigh hums in response. he grabbed another coffee macaron and held it up towards you, offering it. you got up and happily accepted the sweet pastry from the mams slender digits.

"i understand, i'd like to say i'm the same way. but this weekend i am going to a business event. it's not the greece or new zealand but atleast im out of this damned building." the two of you share a laugh at his words. his phone digs, and his brown eyes divert to the notification appearing on his phone.

"oh nonono.." you hear your boss mumble, making you perk up.

"whats wrong, sir?" you ask. he sighed loudly and flipped his phone over, rubbing his scruffy jaw with his hand.

"i uh– my babysitter just canceled on me the day of the business event." babysitter? you tilt your head, trying to keep your shock suppressed but slowly fail.

"you have a child?" you ask, clearly bewildered while farleigh looked up at you chuckling. his pearly whites nearly mesmerized you.

"yes, [y/n] i have a child. a son." you swallow thickly at his words. your mind couldn't help but wander. how have you worked for the ceo of one of england's biggest real estate companies for nearly a year now and never knew he had a son?

"i didn't know that. what's his name if i may ask?" you continued. you didn't want to pry, but this was the type of news that needed questions to be asked. it made you wonder if farleigh was married now.

"his name benjamin. i didn't expect you to know that i have a son. i keep my personal life very separate from work. behind the scenes as such." farleigh explains, picking up his phone to respond to the text.

"and your babysitter just canceled?" you repeat, trying to quickly piece together an image of farleigh with a miniature version of him.

"yes, unfortunately. it's so last minute considering it is thursday and the event is saturday." farleigh sets his phone back down and opens just computer again, sighing. a mildly comfortable silence laid over the room, yet you were still tense. your mind gears kept generating the same idea and you kept silently denying it until–

"i could babysit for you." you blurted out. farleighs fingers stopped typing at the keys and he looked your way. he raised a brow with inquisitiveness, scanning your face to see if you were serious. you were.

"you, would babysit my son?" he asks. you cleared your throat awkwardly, nodding.

"w-why not? i mean– i am your secretary, the closest person to you in his building." farleigh tried his damndest to keep his smile to a minimum as he gazed at you and you watched at the corners of his lips twitched. "be at my place at 1:30pm. i'll send my address the morning of."

you finally smiled, nodding before going back to your work on your laptop till the end of your shift. admittedly, you were excited to meet benjamin, and a little more excited to see mr.start's home.

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[melkintoyou]

studio sessions.

pairing: mark lee x gf!reader genre: fluff, suggestive, established relationship word count: 1.5k notes: wanted to do a lil something for mark's birthday, enjoy <333333

808’s blared through the speakers, sending vibrations throughout the floor. Music could be felt in your chest and you couldn’t help but smile. Seeing your boyfriend in the booth, in his essence, made your heart swell with pride.

It was always fascinating to see the man that clings to you most nights, his face in your neck. The way he groans when you shift, unintentionally adding space between you two. The way he pulls you back and whines your name or “baby,” his favourite way to address you. The same man who can’t fall asleep without his hand inside your t-shirt, holding you close. Needing you to feel safe.

Seeing him work in his element, so assertive and sure of himself. A perfectionist, honing on his vision until it comes to fruition, left you in complete awe of him. Your eyes traveled from his hat that covered most of his face, to his little nose and lips pursed in concentration as he listened back to what was recorded.

“Ah lemme do that ONE more time” Mark announced into the mic, evidently getting restless from having to keep doing retakes. He once again closed his eyes and delivered the line.

“Woooo!”

“Ok, nice let’s keep that one” He listened back to the song, bobbing his head with a satisfied smile. Mark was so focused on recording that he didn’t even notice when you came into the studio. You said hello to his team and a couple of his friends, before making yourself comfortable on the sofa. Taking your slides off, you got comfortable and sat crossed legged as you watched Mark. Digging into your bag, you rustled around to grab a bag of candy which made Haechan’s ears instantly perk up. He ran towards you and got on his knees with his hands open as if mimicking Oliver Twist. “Please, my queen.” He said in a cutesy voice, making everyone laugh and you rolled your eyes. You gave him a fist fill of sweets as he thanked you.

Mark stepped out of the booth and his eyes widened when met with yours from across the room. His face instantly relaxed into a smile. “Bab-What’s going on here?” He walked towards you, giggling and pushed Haechan onto the floor. Making him fake cry for attention. “Yo cry somewhere else.. Lemme say hi to my girl.” He joked before turning to you. “Hi baby” Jumping into his arms, you melted into his touch and you both swayed side to side. Mark planted kisses across your face, before mumbling "I missed you" into your lips. “Alright y’all I’m taking five.” Mark took a seat and pulled you onto his lap. He wrapped his arms around you and rested his chin on your shoulder. His busy schedule allowed times like this to come about less often than you'd like, so you both cherished every second together. He whined about how tired he was but holding you like this was just the recharge he needed. As he planted another kiss to your jaw, Chenle commented on how soft Mark gets around you and his everyone teased him. This made his face flush with a tint of pink and he buried his face further into your neck. He mumbled “leave me alone, I’m a tough guy.” Chuckling at his actions, you dipped into your bag once again to pull out a handful of candies and presented it to Mark. “Here, I got you some sugar for energy.” You kissed his cheek.

Mark’s face lit up as he shoved them all into his mouth hungrily, he was such a guy. Giving you one last kiss, he grabbed your waist to prop you up so he could stand up.

“Ok, lemme go finish this verse.” He went back into the booth and continued recording for a while. It was nice. Hanging out with everyone like this. You thought to yourself. 20 minutes later, Mark came back out with his mouth open, asking for you to feed him. So you did as you were asked. A sweet and a kiss, for every break he took. This went on for a while until everyone decided to go get some food, leaving you and Mark alone. He stepped out of the booth once again, grabbing the packet from you and plopping himself next to you on the sofa. “Hey! That’s mine!” You protested with a smack on his arm. “Yeah?” He moved closer to you, so his face was inches away from yours and his lips curled into a cheeky grin. “Watch me.” He teased you as you tried to grab the packet back but he was too quick for you. Every time you felt as though you’re about to take a hold of it, he’d move his lanky arms out of your reach. Making you whine and sulk, which was what he wanted. Mark loved teasing and getting a reaction out of you.

“You’re so pretty when you whine like this baby.. Here, you can have one.” He said, popping a sweet in between his pursed lips.

Leaning in slowly, you placed your hand on his thigh for support. Your heart was beating in your ears. Even though you have shared countless kisses with Mark by now, it never failed to spin your world like it was the first time. Your lips hovered over his and you swiped your tongue over his bottom lip, making him grab your wrist. You both leaned in painfully close and you connected your lips by taking a bite out of the sweet. Breaking out in giggles, you pulled away and fell back onto the sofa, swallowing it.

“Come back here.” Mark grabbed your face and pressed his lips to yours as he pulled you back onto his lap. This time, the kiss felt more heated as his tongue hungrily entered your mouth. He snuck his hands under your shirt to feel your skin. His hands ran up and down your back, deepening the kiss. Chests rising dramatically up and down, his chin rested on your plush breast as he left soft, wet kisses down your jaw. The world began disappearing when you felt him twitch under you, making you moan. He brought his lips back up to yours to swallow your pretty sounds as his hands travelled down and into your sweats. He grabbed a handful of your ass inside your clothes as his fingers grazed your core. Mark winced at the contact. “Fuck baby, so wet for me.” He began circling your entrance, spreading your wet. As his finger began sliding inside you, you heard the boys making their way back and you grabbed Mark’s shoulder in sheer panic.

"Mark!" You yelped. He retrieved his hand back and fell into your chest with a groan. The door unlocked and everyone barged into the studio, changing the atmosphere completely. “Urm.. are we interrupting something?” Haechan asked, eyeing you both and you couldn’t help but blush. Struggling to form a coherent sentence.

“Uhh.. no.. we.. we were just..-

“We were just sharing sweets, weren’t we baby?” Mark said with a smirk before he brought his finger into his mouth to taste you.

“So sweet.” 

[lexisecretaccx]

High School Sweethearts pt.14 - Chris Sturniolo

All parts on my Masterlist!

(Fem reader x Chris Sturniolo, cutesie fr, nice at the start, slight mentions of toxic household, slightly suggestive, mentions of drinking, violence, intense, not proofread!)

A/n: I’m coming to the end of this series, there’s probably gonna be like 1 or 2 more parts after this or something, I’ll try make the finale pretty long! Thank you for all the support on this series and ily all!

A week later..

I haven’t been home in a week, my mom actually seemed to care that I was missing and she called a few people or something and she found out I was here, I spoke to her on the phone and reassured her I was safe but I couldn’t face going home.

“I wish I could just move outta there.” I sigh, sat up to the table with Marylou, Jimmy, Nick, Matt and Chris eating dinner. Chris’ hand rubs my thigh gently, “why don’t you move out? You’re 18 aren’t you?” Jimmy pipes up, I think in my head and realise that I’m the legal age to move out of my house.

But then it hits me.

“Yeah but I’d need to save up for an apartment, I don’t even have a job.” I bite my lip gently, “you could move in here!” Marylou spoke excitedly. I look up at her swiftly, “I wouldn’t wanna do that, what if you get sick of me?” I smile softly at the offer.

“How could I get sick of you? You’re like the daughter I never had.” She grins in a gentle manner, “woah that’s weird mom.” Chris says, motioning between me and him, “dating remember?” He laughs.

“It wasn’t literal, I meant we can do gardening and have girly nights!” Her voice is full of happiness and excitement. “That would be nice, I really don’t want to burden any of you though.” I look around to Nick and Matt.

“You literally helped me get a boyfriend y/n, I love you, you can stay here forever!” Nick smirks, my mouth opens, “you never said you guys are dating now!” I reply shocked but happy. He nods softly and goes red. Nick and Oliver went on a few dates in the past week and Oliver has been filling me in on some details, but I’m so glad they’re together.

“I can teach you how to do Pokémon Go.” Matt spoke and Chris huffs and chuckles, “Matt why do you always bring up Pokémon Go? She’s probably heard about it like 100 times now.” I laugh and look at Matt, “I’d love to learn how to play it.” I reassure him, a grin creeping across his face. He does a cocky smirk at Chris before Chris pulls his glasses off of his face as Matt tries to grab them back.

I roll my eyes jokingly at their fighting and Marylou chuckles softly, “if you want the offer is here at anytime, we have a spare bedroom so you can have some time to yourself,” she side eyes the boys fighting, “but you’re always welcome.” She reaches over the table and grabs my hand comfortingly.

“I will probably take you up on the offer, I think I’ll have to talk to my mom first though which I’m dreading.” I smile before she drops my hands and nods her head, “if you want I can come with you to let your mother know you’d be safe with us.” I had turned my head to Chris and Matt but quickly return it to face her when she said that.

“Would you really? I’d feel more comfortable for sure.” I asked, “yes of course sweetie, I bet Chris would love you being around here more, when you’re not here you’re all he talks about.” She smirks over to him and his cheeks redden.

He looks at me and grins before shrugging to Marylou. “I’d love you here more..” He whispers in a tone that causes me to squeeze my thighs together lightly.

We finish eating and I help Marylou wash up the dishes, “if you want to get it over with we can go to your mom’s house after we’ve done this?” She offers, I look to the clock the hands point the time to 6:15.

I sigh contentedly, “yes please.” I dry my hands, Marylou pulls me in for a hug and I hug her back.

“Matt?” Marylou calls, and shortly after Matt walks in, his hair ruffled and messy probably from fighting with Chris. “Yeah?” He asks her as he leans up on the counter. “Could you drive me and Lexi to her house?” She asks politely, and Matt nods, “yeah sure, should I ask Chris to come?” He looks at me, “I think it would be best he waited here, so my dad doesn’t try any funny business with him.”

Chris walks in, “is it okay if you stay here while we go to my Moms house. So my dad doesn’t try to show off and cause shit to happen?” I ask Chris, walking over to him as he wraps his arms around my waist and looks at Matt and his mom, “yeah okay baby, I need to shower anyway,” he directs his attention to Matt and Marylou, “keep her safe yeah?” They nod, Chris plants a gentle kiss to my lips.

“I’ll see you later okay?” He smirked, “okay.” I smiled back.

“Should we head off?” Matt asks us and Marylou looks at me, “yeah let’s go.” I say nervously.

I hop in the passenger seat next to Matt and Marylou sits in the back. Soft music plays through the speakers, “I’ll come in with you, so they take you seriously.” Marylou spoke from behind me, “yeah thank you.” I look back at her and smile.

“Matt you can wait in the car unless we really need you to come in.” Marylou sorta commands him and Matt nods, “why do I feel like I’m a soldier taking orders.” Matt starts laughing and we join in.

We pull into my street and I have a rush of anxiety hit me, I swallow harshly. “It’s okay just take deep breathes, that’s what I do when I get anxiety.” I nod as we pull up outside my house and I hop out the car, Marylou following me.

I walk up the front steps and knock the door, Marylou standing behind me. Shortly after my mom opens the door, and her face drops when she notices me. She looks behind me at Marylou, “can I talk to you?” I say and she lets us in.

“How have you been I haven’t seen you in a we-” I cut her off, “where is he?” I ask sternly. She looks around and then to the kitchen, “in the kitchen.. why?” She replies.

“Also who is this woman?” She points at Marylou, “I’m Marylou.. Chris’ mother.” She smiles at my mother and my mom just looks back at me. “Why is she here with you?” She asks, her voice lowering as to not alert my father.

“I’m gonna get straight to the point…” I sigh, “Mom I wanna move out.” I look up at her anxiously awaiting her reaction, “what?” She spoke harshly, “why?” I look at Marylou who nods at me reassuringly, “I don’t wanna live in a house with a man who abused me.. us.” I raise the inner corners of my brows.

“You need to get over it y/n.. he’s changed.” She spoke through gritted teeth. “I don’t care I can’t be here with him.. I’m leaving.” I sigh. “Where you gonna go huh?” Her brows knitted together.

“She’s gonna come live with me and my family, we have a spare room she’ll be safe with us.” Marylou nods and rubs my back slightly. My mother groans, “fine, leave me like everyone does.” She looks at me, trying to guilt me into staying, “don’t emotional blackmail me.. I’m doing what’s best for me.” I point at my chest.

I hear stumbling behind my mom and my dad walks into the hallway. He’s slightly drunk, I can tell from his stance and the fact there’s a beer bottle in his hand. “Hey darling.” He slurs his words as he walks over to me and tries to hug me, I step out the way and he stumbles again. “Hug your dad.” He tries to hug me again, gripping my arm.

“Get the fuck off of me right now.” I yell. His eyes widen and he stumbles back. He grinds his teeth, “you little bitch.” He spat at me before walking closer again, Marylou pushes him back slightly, “leave her alone.” She says in a strict voice.

“Fuck you.” He shouts and walks towards Marylou, I hear a noise coming to the front door and it opens slightly, Matt poking his head around it.. “I heard yelling is everyone-” he started to speak but his eyes darted to my father closing on Marylou. “Get the fuck away from my mom.” He entered the house fully and slammed the door behind him.

My dad turned to face him, “who’s this?” He asks my mom, “that’s Chris, y/n’s boyfriend.” I scoff, “no that’s Matt, Chris’ brother.. remember they’re triplets?” I say and my mom shrugs.

“Why are you in my house glasses boy?” My dad has turned his attention to Matt now, “it’s not your house it’s mom-” I go to speak but am interrupted by my dad’s hand against my cheek. “Shut up.” He hissed. I feel tears brew in my eyes as memories flood back from when my dad used to hurt me.

“You do not hit your daughter.” Marylou spoke loudly, pulling me into a hug, “and don’t you even touch my son.” She added on.

“Get the fuck out my face.” Matt scoffed, “you’re not a real man if you hurt your daughter.” Matt taunts, “Matt don’t..” I say quietly.

“Little shit.” My dad spoke in a gruff voice and he swung the glass bottle that’s in his hand, at Matt. Luckily because he was drunk his aim was shit so it smashed on the wall next to Matt. “You missed.” Matt teased.

“Imagine if Chris was here,” Matt laughs, “shit would go down for real.” My dad swings for Matt again and Marylou yells, “Hit my son and I’ll kill you.” I had never seen Marylou fully angry, it was scary.

My dad ignores her words and slams his fist into Matts ribs. Matt yells out in pain, my mother finally stops just standing there and intervenes. “Let’s go calm down yeah?” She spoke. He nodded drunkenly and she dragged him into the living room.

“He’s changed y/n.. I promise.” I mimic my mother’s words to her and she scoffs. Marylou is hugging Matt and making sure he’s okay. “Yeah I’m good mom he just hit my rib cage.. motherfucker.. you okay?” He says to me and I nod, tears streaming down my face.

“You’re definitely moving in with us okay sweetie? We can report him to the police or something.” Marylou reassures me as she starts to walk upstairs, “where you going?” Matt asks. “To grab the rest of y/n’s clothes.” She smiled to me before rushing up the stairs and returning about 5 minutes later.

“There was a plastic bag in your room I filled it with all your clothes.” She grabbed my hand and nodded. “Thank you.” I whisper.

We walk out of the house and I slam the door behind me.. once we’re in the car I breakdown in tears. “Oh sweetheart it’s okay.. Chris is back at the house remember? You can cuddle or something..” she chuckles softly and I do too. “You were crazy for taunting him like that.” I laugh to Matt, as he starts the car.

“He called me glasses boy.” He laughs, squeaking slightly. We all erupt in laughter, my sadness still hidden underneath but I feel much more relaxed and happy when I’m with Chris and his family.

A/n: good riddance to y/n’s dad fr. Matt and Marylou carries this part fr 😭😂 poor y/n tho wtfff! I’m so excited to write the finale.. it’ll be a long one (that’s what she said) but it’ll have smut and all the good stuff in it!

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[oneforthemunny]

the best day with you today |janitor!eddie munson x teacher!reader|

prompt: after the fostering and now adoption of oliver, eddie navigates life as a father. or the first time eddie is called "dad".

contains: life ruining fluffy angst. dad!eddie, mom!reader, mentions of past trauma, foster care, adoption, shitty parents, but really just cutesy fluff.

Wayne had been shocked to see them, Eddie and Oliver. Oliver in his sneakers and zip up hoodie, padding behind the older man up the stairs, sneaker clad steps against the creaking wood. He looked better since the first time he saw him, Wayne decided. A far cry from the scraggly, scared little thing with wide eyes that darted around the room at anything that he was when he first came. He looked more relaxed, confident- loved.

He'd looked so much like Eddie then. Looked so much like that same scared boy with a shaved head and nervous eyes that Wayne saw when Eddie'd first came to live with him. It made his heart twist with uncomfortable sympathy at the time, the parallels between the two. But now, Wayne was proud. The boy looked better- his grandson, officially.

Wayne had been there the day the judge announced the adoption, just shy of three weeks ago. Standing in the court room, lips pressed in a watery boasted smile, standing next to your parents, trying to hide his tears while Eddie beamed down at the young boy. You both looked so proud, so full of love. He knew the two of you would love Oliver the way he deserved, how a child should be loved and adored and doted on. It made his chest swell with pride, proud he’d raised such a good man. Wayne bragged on the two of you every chance he got, boasted to everyone about his grandson. Standing in grocery lines chatting to strangers- something he never did before- pulling a picture out of his wallet to show anyone who'd let him Ollie’s school pictures, laminated photos of them fishing, brag about his stellar report card.

"What're you two doin'?" Wayne grinned wide, lines around his eyes crinkling. The screen door to the trailer creaked loudly when he leaned against it. "Didn't know you were stoppin' by."

Eddie hugged his uncle briefly in greeting. "Hope we're not bothering you." He offered, but he knew they weren't. Wayne's small scoff assured him of that.

"You know you never bother me." Wayne shook his head. "'Specially not when you bring my favorite boy around." He grinned down at Oliver. "How you doin', Ollie? Gimme a hug, boy."

Oliver smiled back in greeting, throwing his arms around Wayne, a tight hug that only a child could give. Wayne was glad he was still small, still giving hugs. He was ten now, nearly eleven, growing more and more everyday.

"What brings you two over? Myrtle's comin' over in a few. We're gonna watch our program if ya like to stay." Wayne offered. Myrtle, from two trailers down, and Wayne had been in a casual fling for as long as you knew them. Eddie always shook his head when you asked him, shrugging and rolling his eyes at his uncle.

Oliver’s ears perked up at the mention of the older woman. He adored Myrtle, loved the records she played, and more importantly, that she made the best brownies in the world. She was always sneaking him a sweet treat, a tight lipped smile and a wink like it was a super secret.

"We came looking for a basketball." Eddie said with a nod, looking over at Oliver to confirm. "Ollie wants to try out for the fifth and sixth grade team, so we're going to practice."

Wayne hesitated, face falling for a moment, brows raising in question. "And you... you're gonna teach him, Ed?" He asked, brow lifted skeptically.

Wayne distinctly remembered when Eddie got the basketball, the last gift from his father. His father was fresh out of jail, for the fifth time, and Eddie was thirteen. He left Eddie a birthday gift, four months after his birthday, and it was a basketball. One he'd stole, no doubt, but given to Eddie as a 'heartfelt' gift. Eddie had tried to play, tried to learn, and Wayne had given it his best effort to teach him. He took him down to the courts by the trailer, but the boy could barely dribble, looking about as graceful as a bull in a china shop, open hand smacking the ball. The basketball had gone up that day and never gotten back out, sitting on the corner of Eddie's dresser in his room and collecting dust. Until today.

Eddie frowned, looking from Oliver back over to Wayne. "Yeah," He nodded, giving the younger boy a reassuring half smile. "We're going to go down to the school. Practice on the courts there." Eddie patted Ollie's head, rustling the curls underneath.

Wayne nodded, grinning down at the boy. "Well, that sounds like a big day." His brows raising in excitement, exaggerated for the younger boy. "Good thing you have your Daddy to teach ya, right, Ollie?"

Eddie felt his heart drop, squeezing in uncomfortable anticipation, craning down with a side eyed glare so hard it strained his eyes. His breath hitched, anticipating the rejection from Oliver, that soul crushing discard that would wreck Eddie. Ollie just nodded, unbothered by the term. They'd had Oliver in their care for a while now, he was in your class even before then, but Eddie was still hesitant about the titles.

Basketball in hand, wiping the thick layer of dust that covered it, Ollie and Eddie bounded back down the stairs, waving goodbye before setting off to the courts. Wayne watched them back out, head shaking in amusement at the two.

Eddie's heart hammered as they inched closer and closer to the school, sweaty palms he rubbed over the wheel in a tight grip. Oliver seemed unbothered, and he was glad, watching the boy in the rear view him along to his cassette, kicking his little Reeboks against the seat. Eddie’s stomach twisted, turned and lurched with bundles of nerves, the fear that he wouldn’t be able to fulfill what he was supposed to- that he’d let Oliver down.

His head clouded with judgement. He knew he wasn't the best for a basketball lesson, he should've asked Steve, but dammit if his selfish pride hadn't let him. When Oliver came to Eddie, expressing interest in trying out for the team, Eddie leaped at the opportunity. The thought of any other sharing the experience with him instead made his insides twist with jealousy.

So here he was, holding the rusty orange ball, awkward and unsure in his big hands, with the little boy in front of him, wide eyed and awaiting.

"Uh, you need to learn to dribble first. That would be a good place to start." Eddie nodded firmly, much less confidently than he should have. He paused then looked at Oliver. "Do you know how to dribble?"

Oliver shook his head, and Eddie's shoulders deflated slightly. "Right, right." He muttered, eyes flashing up quickly. "Not that that's a bad thing!" He replied frantically. "That's alright,, I mean, that’s why I-I'm here to teach you."

Eddie sounded sure enough, except, he wasn't entirely sure how to dribble. It couldn't be that hard, you just hit the ball and it bounces back up. "So, you take your hand and lay it kinda flat- like this," Eddie showed him, holding the ball in the other. "Then you just hit the ball hard, but not like too hard, just enough for it to come back up to you, like..."

Eddie dropped the basketball, other hand out in anticipation to smack it and show the dribble. The ball made a defeated thudding sound, the air sputtering out of it with a thick plop! before melting into the asphalt like putty, slouching with a collapse. Eddie frowned, picking the ball up, fingers pressing into the thick material of the ball, it felt squishy and molded to his touch. Eddie wasn't an expert by any means, but he was sure that wasn't supposed to happen.

Oliver titled his head to the side curiously, squinting when he looked up at Eddie. "I think it needs some air." He observed, in pure childlike obviousness.

Eddie let out a short huff, frustrated with himself, truthfully. Of course the ball was out of air. He hadn't touched the thing in well over twenty years.

"Yeah, I think you're right, buddy." Eddie nodded, lips pressing together in thought. He looked towards the school, patting his pockets. "I think there should be some in the gym closet. Maybe we could get one of those and use it?" Eddie suggested, fishing for his keys.

Oliver's eyes lit up in excitement, little sneakered feet bounding beside Eddie towards the school. "Can we get out the rolly chair things?" Oliver asked, grinning wide up at Eddie, bouncing on the rubber soled ends of his shoes. He was snaggletoothed, missing his front tooth after last weekend.

Eddie's heart melted. "Maybe. Only if Coach Bronski hasn't stacked them like a jackass again." He muttered, rolling his eyes in disdain for the elementary school coach. His eyes widened, looking down at Oliver, seeing the tiny smile on the boy’s face. "Don't say that word. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that." He said quickly.

Oliver giggled. "I won't."

Eddie grinned, squinting down at him playfully. "You better not. Your mom will kill me, buddy." Eddie groaned dramatically. His chest panged with a little jealousy, lips falling slightly when he pushed the key in.

Oliver had taken to calling you 'Mom' a few weeks ago, after Olivia was born. You'd cried when he did. Eddie was enthralled for you, he was, but he couldn't help but hurt a little for himself. It made him entirely too insecure for his own liking. He knew he shouldn't take it personally, that it was Oliver's pace of comfort and he would never do anything to pressure him. Yet he still felt consumed with fear, guilt, worries about why Oliver didn't feel comfortable with him yet to give him the title.

Eddie turned the lock, the bolt clicking loudly before it was unlocked. Eddie pushed the door open with a loud creak, letting the little boy scamped under his arm. Oliver's eyes were wide with wonder, looking around the empty gym that doubled as a cafeteria. The lunch tables were pushed into the wall, everything put away and lights dimmed for the weekend. Though he'd been in the school after hours, it was all still so exciting to the ten year old.

"Isn't it cool that you have a key to everywhere?" Oliver asked, eyes wide and shining up at Eddie.

"Yeah, 's pretty cool." Eddie grinned back down at him. "Sometimes it can be a lot of pressure. With great responsibility, though, Ollie." Eddie twirled his keys around.

Oliver giggled. "That's from Spider-Man." He said proudly, waiting for Eddie to open the door.

"It is." Eddie nodded. "You still liking Spider-Man?"

"Yeah." Oliver hummed. "I like Aqua-Man, too."

"Oh, don't tell me you're going over to the dark side with Uncle Dustin." Eddie groaned playfully. "You know Marvel is better than DC."

"I dunno." Oliver giggled with a shrug, purely boyish and sweet. Eddie’s heart squeezed in adoration. "I jus' like them both."

"That's alright. I'm just teasin' with ya." Eddie ruffled his locks with a smile. "As long as you don't start actin' like Dustin, we're good." He grinned at the laugh Oliver gave him.

Eddie fished the basketball out of the large big, giving it a few test bounces before the duo went back outside.

Eddie awkwardly showed Oliver how to dribble, the two moving around the red top courts outside with the grace of newborn fawns. Smacking hands, the boing! of the ball bouncing off the pavement while they chased it, hitting it at an uncomfortable angle.

"Run, run, Ollie!" Eddie laughed, clapping his hands with encouragement. "Just-Just dribble it- yeah! Yes! Just like that! Atta boy, look at you!" Jogging beside the younger boy, laughing gleefully while they smacked and chased the ball.

He knew this wasn't great 'coaching' on his part, but Oliver was having fun. Wide smile that crinkled his eyes and a laugh that rang through the open court. Eddie's own laugh joining in while the clambered back and forth, chasing the flyaway ball and bouncing it extra hard to see if it would go higher than the two of them. The two were positively silly running with the ball, but they were having fun.

Oliver rubbed his eyes, cheeks red and wind bitten from the outside, fighting a yawn while Eddie put the ball away. "You tired?" Eddie asked, small smile on his lips. He knew the answer, but the sleepy nod, bob of curls bouncing from the smaller boy shaking them made his heart warm, knuckling at his eyes.

Eddie patted his shoulder, hugging him to his side. "You did good today, Ollie." Eddie beamed proudly down at the boy- his son.

Truthfully, Eddie wasn't sure if Oliver did great or not, he's let Steve be the judge of that (he was the coach of the team after all), but he did know that they had fun. They'd laughed until their cheeks hurt, ran up and down the court until their sides ached with laughter.

Eddie's chest was warm, light and filled with content while Ollie grabbed his hand, an instant reaction when crossing the street towards the lot. He could hear your voice in his ears, “Look both ways, grab my hand.” Eddie could feel the hand in his, small and soft.

"I had a lot of fun." Ollie admitted, looking up at Eddie, eyes gleaming even in the gloomy sky. "Do you think we could do that again, Dad?"

Eddie's breath caught in his chest, strangled gasp that choked and sputtered out of his mouth. Heart lurching in his chest with surprise. His eyes widened, and he tried to will them to relax, knowing his reaction could scare Oliver. He was still fragile from his before home life, sudden reactions scared him still, sent him retreating and cowering.

"W-What?" Eddie stuttered, dumbly. He kicked himself for the reaction, wishing he would say something better than what he did. Especially when Oliver’s hand tensed in his.

"I-I liked dribbling on the court." Oliver muttered hesitantly, chin tucking to his chest, a sign of submission. Eddie's heart lurched in panic. "I'd like to do it again if-if you want to...with me. If you're not too busy with the baby or-or if you don't want to-"

"No." Eddie blurted, fiercer than he meant it to be. He cringed at himself, eyes shutting in irritation. Get it together, Munson.

"No, I mean, no I-I would never be too busy for you, Oliver, you know that." Eddie said sincerely, nodding down at the boy, rambling anxiously. "I just, uh, I- yeah, I had so much fun with you today too." Eddie admitted.

"Really?" Ollie asked, tilting his head to the side. "I thought you told Mom you didn't like sports and confor-forminin-"

"Conformity." Eddie snorted lightly with a grin. "I was just teasin' her. I just never had someone to play sports with me, but now I do, right? We can be sports...partners." Eddie was unsure of the word, but Oliver didn't seem to mind.

"Yeah," Oliver nodded. "Like-Like Aquaman and Aqualad." He grinned excitedly at the analogy.

Eddie let out an exaggerated breath of air, eyes rolling in playful dramatics. "Please, don't use your DC references around me."

Oliver giggled, pulling the handle of the car door open. He hung on the door for a moment, looking back at Eddie, tiny lips twisted in thought. "Spider-Man and Iron Man?" He offered, head tipping to the side.

Eddie grinned, dimples deep in his cheeks. "Better." He laughed, helping the boy into his booster seat.

Eddie got a little emotional seeing the base for Olivia's carrier next to Oliver's booster seat, one he was already about to outgrow before needing nothing at all. He'd never had a car seat or booster seat before coming to live with you and Eddie, carelessly strapping himself in before his mother would try to navigate home, usually too fucked up on whatever she's shot up her arms to see straight.

He'd been so little in your class, still small when he came into your care. A scrawny and malnourished little boy with dirty clothes that he tried to clean in the sink before school, usually coming into the classroom with his shirt still dripping, but he didn't want the other kids to tell him he smelled.

Now, he had a new wardrobe, Wayne and your parents spared no expense spoiling their new grandson, even before he was officially yours. He went to bed with a warm belly, clean sheets, clean skin, brushed teeth, and warm kisses. Oliver had flourished since then, not so bony anymore, a little taller; happier, loved.

Eddie secured the seat belt. "Maybe we should stop by the store and get a ball." Eddie suggested. "One that's not flat, if you want to play again."

Oliver nodded. "Yeah." He paused for a moment, little brows furrowed in thought. "Is-Is it ok if I call you Dad?" He asked, eyes shining up at Eddie's.

Eddie felt his breath hitch again, heart fluttering and beating so hard in his chest he thought it might shoot through his ribcage. "I-I mean, yeah." Eddie stuttered, frowning at himself dumbly. "Only if you want to, Ollie, I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable."

Oliver looked down at his feet, dangling and hitting the seat. "I-I think I want to call you Dad." Oliver admitted. "Because I call Mom, Mom, and-and you're my Dad like Mom's my Mom." His logic was simple, boyish, but it made Eddie's nose and throat burn, happy tears but emotional nonetheless.

"I think I'd like that too." Eddie agreed, jaw clenching to keep himself from crying. "I had a really great time with you today." Eddie reached down to hug the boy, a little awkward in the carseat but tight and full of love.

"Me too." Ollie smiled. "Thanks for teachin' me to dribble."

"No problem." Eddie pulled away, hands on the little boy's shoulders- his son's shoulders. "You're a natural, kid. Gonna be in the hall of fame."

Oliver laughed, but blushed at the praise. Eddie couldn't stop smiling, he was sure his cheeks were going to split open, but he couldn't help it.

Oliver bounded through the front door, kicking his little sneaker off in the pile by the bench, before running to find you.

Eddie could hear him in your bedroom, excitedly chattering about his day, showing you the new basketball. Shiny and new, still had the fresh rubber smell. You cooed back at him excitedly, smiling when he went to show Olivia, talking sweetly to her in her little bassinet.

"Hey," You greeted Eddie with a smile. "Good day? Heard dribbling lessons went great." You beamed.

Eddie nodded, sniffing slightly. "Yeah, yeah it was great. Amazing actually, he, uh," His eyes cut from Oliver and Olivia back to you. "He called me Dad today."

Your face melted with joy, a small gasp leaving your lips. You watched Eddie's eyes shine, watering, his lips press together in a tight line to keep his lips from quivering. "Oh, Ed," You coo, reaching your hand out instinctively to cradle his jaw.

You were so sweet like that, so kind. Nurturing and caring came so easy to you, Eddie was for certain you had to be some kind of saint, you were too perfect in every way. You wrapped your arms around Eddie's middle, squeezing him tight, feeling his arms wrap back around you.

Oliver continued to babble to Olivia, letting her grab onto his finger, gurgling spit and giving tiny baby cackles to her older brother when he'd talk to her. You'd been worried when the adoption process first started, and you had found out you were expecting, that it would mess things up, ruin what you'd built with Oliver. He'd been hesitant at first, more uneasy with the thought that you might replace him, but the second he met his little sister, he'd been completely wrapped around her tiny finger. Just like his daddy. Just like you.

You pressed your cheek to the soft fabric of Eddie's shirt, watching through glazed, love drunk eyes Oliver push Olivia's little bassinet, rocking her slowly. Eddie's hand ran up and down your back soothingly, pressing into the small of your back to pull your closer. It was everything you all could have wished for, your own little family.

for @wheels-of-despair bc I know this is your fave lil family <3

[tmntkiseki]

The very long post where I talk about all the stuff I like from each of TMNT 2003's three art styles (and nitpick at the stuff I don't)

Seasons 1 - 5

When most people think of TMNT 2003's art style, they are thinking of the first five seasons. The dark muted colors, the heavily muscled designs of the turtles, the dynamic lighting effects that change depending on the location, time of day, and the weather. But what is it about the style from the first five seasons that is just so damn tasty?

Interviews with Peter Laird reveal that in terms of the turtles' appearances for the 2003 series, while he doesn't dislike the 1987 turtles, he did find them too cutesy for his liking and described their designs as being "puffy" and "kind of inflatable." The way the 2003 turtles were designed with heavy, well-defined builds was to firmly establish them as ass-kicking superheroes capable of inhuman feats of strength and agility in combat. This is even reflected in the choice to give them white slits for eyes like their Mirage comic book counterparts, which further emphasizes just how serious and intimidating these versions of the beloved characters are meant to be.

One of the things that really does stick out with me with the turtles is the use of "shade with black." Ever since I started learning how to draw in middle school, I've always been told to never shade with black; it looks flat, the colors aren't as deep, your art will suffer for it, etc. But for TMNT 2003, the choice to shade with black is actually of benefit to the series. People love TMNT 2003 for arguably being the darkest and grittiest animated incarnation of the TMNT with a lot of scenes that REALLY pushed the limit of what was okay to show on children's television, and color choice does so much to set the tone of the kind of story you're telling. I especially love it when the shading is used to emphasize expression, like when the turtles are angry or scowling. (Pictured: Raphael during "Meet Casey Jones.")

While on the topic of shading; it's amazing how dynamic the lighting is for this series. As I mentioned earlier, depending on whether a scene takes place indoors, outdoors, underground, underwater, during the daytime, during night, in the rain, etc. the lighting changes to reflect whatever situation the characters find themselves in, whether they're in a hard fought battle with the Shredder or just relaxing in the lair. Lighting for scenes is further affected by things like monitors, candles, street lamps, and other things, and it really brings out both the characters and the environments. (Though I can imagine it was incredibly taxing on the animators, who didn't have access to the same technology that's available now.)

Obviously if I had to nitpick, one of the biggest shortcomings of the 2003 series primary art style is the fact that there isn't a lot to differentiate the turtles from each other physically. If you take away their colored headbands and weapons, the only thing you have to tell them apart is their skin colors; Leonardo is forest green, Raphael is a deep emerald green, Donatello is olive green, and Michelangelo is myrtle green. Without those differing skin tones, there really is nothing setting the brothers apart from each other other than their headbands and weapons (something that the Fast Forward and Back to the Sewer did fix to an extent.)

And this is definitely a "me" thing, but to an extent, I do find the way their builds are drawn is a bit too... bulky? I know they're mutants, that cartoon/comic book style is all about exaggeration of physical features, and that the whole point of giving them these well-defined muscles was to make them appear powerful and athletic, but I dunno man. When I think of ninjas, the first things I think of are "speedy" and "acrobatic," followed by "strong," and while you obviously need a considerable amount of muscle to wield the weapons and perform the stunts that they do, there is a point where too much muscle does ruin the idea that that these turtles are just as fast as they are strong. But, again, it's a "me" thing and I'm pretty sure there are a LOT of people who would disagree with me on this.

Fast Forward

I mentioned in my last post that, believe it or not, I actually do prefer the overall art style for Fast Forward. Why? There are certainly arguments to be made about why Fast Forward's art style is inferior to the first five seasons; for instance, the lighting isn't nearly as dynamic, the designs are simpler and not as detailed, and the overall color palette is far more saturated. So why do I like it so much?

Well, simple: It ultimately boils down to personal preference.

Given my minor ramble about how I don't like how bulky the builds were for the first five seasons, Fast Forward is (to me) an improvement in terms of how the turtles are portrayed in terms of physical appearance. They still undeniably have a lot of muscle to them, but it looks a lot more natural and I can believe they are as fast and agile as they are strong. Fast Forward was also the season where they attempted to individualize the turtles' physical appearances a little more, and while there could have been a bit more effort in that regard (like keeping the missing chunk in Leo's shell from seasons 4 and 5; seriously, why is that gone?), I think they succeeded. Donatello is the tallest and slimmest, Raphael has the most muscle and broadest shoulders, Michelangelo is the shortest, Leonardo is a nice middle ground, etc.

I also really, really love the designs for turtles' gear this season. A lot of people have mentioned how good the turtles look in black/dark colors, and they really do look more like proper ninja this season, albeit future-themed. The praise I have for the designs extends to the supporting cast and villains as well; the future setting, with all its aliens and technology, offers so much in the way of creative potential, and characters like Cody, Darius, Bishop, the Dark Turtles, and many more all have very appealing designs despite being simpler than the earlier seasons.

However, for all that I love about Fast Forward's art style, there are two aspects to it that I have a massive love-hate relationship with.

First off: The shape of the turtles' heads. They are basically pentagons/hexagons this season depending on the angle they're drawn from and this actually isn't the worst thing if you're learning how to draw the 03 turtles? Because visualizing their heads as pentagons/hexagons is actually very helpful when trying to draw them as they appear in earlier seasons. However, in the context of Fast Forward, the more geometric shapes of the turtles' heads is almost too simple and does make them a little... dopey looking at times. Which becomes even more confusing as to why they went with such basic shapes for their heads when some of the official Fast Forward art uses a much rounder style for the heads that looks SO MUCH better in comparison.

The other aspect to Fast Forward's art style that I have a love-hate relationship with is the overall color palette, which was a consequence of the season going for a lighter, more humorous tone when compared to earlier seasons. It's funny because normally I absolutely love bright, vibrant colors and it doesn't actually look bad knowing Fast Forward's tone, but given I'm one of the people who does not like how different the writing is from previous seasons and how much it affected both the storytelling and characters, obviously I want my Fast Forward turtles with darker, more muted colors. (Though keep the glowy bits. I love my glowy bits.)

Back to the Sewer

And now we get to probably the only art style from this series that I do somewhat dislike.

So, let's talk about something that was originally an issue for me, and is an issue for a lot of people who watched this season: the fact that the turtles' eyes are visible through their masks. Obviously, after six seasons of the turtles only having white slits for eyes, this change is pretty jarring and back when I first started watching Back to the Sewer, I was not happy about it either, especially with just how cutesy the eyes are (and normally I'm the biggest fan of cute; one of my favorite "junk food" anime is Acchi Kocchi, for crying out loud.)

But after actually watching Back to the Sewer, two things happened: first, I got used to the turtles having their eyes visible, and eventually I realized that this is actually to the turtles benefit. The turtles are arguably at their most expressive in Back to the Sewer, and the eyes further help individualize the turtles; Leonardo and Raphael both have smaller, more angular eyes, while Donatello and Michelangelo have rounder eyes (likely to make them look more youthful compared to their older brothers.)

I still don't totally like the 03 turtles having eyes, but again, that's probably because we literally spent six seasons with just white slits and when compared to the changes Fast Forward made to the show's art style, the ones in Back to the Sewer are even more extreme and it just feels very unnecessary. (Based on early concept art of Leonardo for the season, it looks like they were trying to mimic the style of the 2007 movie, which would explain the eyes, as well as changes to Splinter's design and April getting completely redesigned.)

THAT SAID, they did go all out with the turtles' attire for Back to the Sewer. Stuff like the cybernaut armor, the stealth suits, the goofy fantasy garb from the MMORPG they end up playing, and the tuxes they wear at April and Casey's wedding are all incredibly appealing and while, again, I don't like the lighter tone of this season, they probably wouldn't have been able to put the turtles in these outfits had it still been dark and gritty like seasons 1 - 5 (I have seen quite a bit of fanart of Donny in his Sorcerer outfit and that makes me a lot happier than you realize, haha.)

Sadly, my compliments to Back to the Sewer do end there and it's probably for the best that I end this post here anyway since it's 3:15 in the morning and I'm falling asleep at my keyboard. (I can't wait to wake up tomorrow and see just how many typos I made.)

Thank you for listening to me ramble about my TMNT 03 art opinions and have a good day/night!

[kumerish]

Hi — I love Blind Alley so so so much. It feeds my soul in a way I don't think anything else really has. I particularly love the mix of sweetness with creeping uncanny/"something's wrong here" vibes. Where did you get your inspirations from for Blind Alley in terms of the ideas and tone and story? It's kind of slice of life but also with a clearly defined story behind it that we're just kind of uncovering, with a cutesie style that has something dark at its core. How do you create Blind Alley and your art -- is it all digitally drawn? If its drawn on paper, do you ever sell any of your original drawings? Do you have a favourite character to write for? My FAVOURITE character is Oliver — they're so sweet and kind and I think so underappreciated. Do you model them after anyone specifically?

Thank you! It means a lot to me that this strip means anything to anyone. It's hard to say specifically where the idea came from. I've always wanted to draw a daily style strip. My first idea was a sorta Peanuts meets Lord of the Flies thing that I quickly veered away from it once I actually started drawing the strip. In general, I was inspired to make a strip that felt like Peanuts but also had a memory and a plot that happens around the periphery. When I first started Blind Alley, I wanted the characters to age in real time but that just didn't feel right in practice. Lately, I've been describing Blind Alley as Twin Peaks meets Peanuts and I think, while reductive, that does a pretty good job of presenting what I am going for and what has inspired me.

Blind Alley is drawn on paper with a g-pen nib. I scan it into the computer and add the tone digitally. I haven't sold any original Blind Alley art yet but am open to doing so one day.

I do not but there are some characters that strips come more easily for. Ten, Lula, and Kaye are easy and fun to write. I couldn't choose a favourite though - I love all my weird kids equally. None of the characters are based on anyone.

[causticcauses]

Study Session Sunshine

cross-posted on Ao3

Pairing: Oliver Quick x Felix Catton

Summary: Felix Catton is not a good study buddy. He makes up for it in other ways.

Genre: Fluff, established relationship, university.

Warnings: One very mild suggestive comment.

Wordcount: 1.8K

A/N: A cute fic based on a request post I saw on Tumblr but lost!

He's always aware of Felix. From the moment the man steps into a room to the second he saunters out – and sometimes longer than that – Oliver can feel that magnetic resonance through his chest. Most times he reacts to it. Orients his body to be a little more in line with Felix, shoulders shifted, knees turned, chin tucked just a bit further in his direction. It's automatic and easy and paying attention to Felix, even at a subconscious level, is comforting to Oliver. A flower shifting to the sun.

Things become more complicated when the sun is burning him for attention and he's got other things to do.

Felix's fingers tap along his thigh, almost like they're composing some kind of symphony or figuring out Morse code, but when Oliver glances his way, the man's eyes are on his own textbook. For a second Oliver really can't tell if it's purposeful, but then Felix can't hold it in and a pleased curve at the corner of his mouth gives up the game. It's a breezy little smirk that makes Ollie want to lean over and kiss him.

Or maybe smack him upside the head. This exam is important.

A compromise of sorts, catching the long, elegant fingers and stilling them. Felix makes a half-hearted attempt to escape, shifting in the chair that's jammed close enough that they can share the one-person desk, but when Oliver lightly tightens his grip, he gives up. Leaving his hand in Oliver's, resting together on Oliver's thigh.

For a few minutes that solves the problem. With the warmth of Felix's skin against his palm, Oliver can mostly go back to concentrating on The Second Coming by Yeats and artists' and scholars' discussions of societal collapse.

On a Wednesday afternoon, Felix's room is quiet, no people booking it up and down the dorm halls outside. The sunlight is drifting lazily through the window, and it's hot but not the unbearable temperatures of last week. The books strewn haphazardly over Felix's bed, desk and the floor speak to the several hours they've already put in to studying.

Just a few more – or more like ten – and Oliver might actually be ready for the exam tomorrow.

If he isn't booked for murder some time today, that is.

The eraser – one of those cutesy pink things in the vague shape of a bunny – comes hopping across his textbook, blocking the words. When Ollie glances up with mingled frustration and amusement, its mover is grinning unrepentantly, the afternoon sun spilling over his face like honey. In that golden light his features are blurred, softened, but still so achingly familiar. It's totally unfair that Oliver's breath catches in his throat at the brilliance of Felix's smile; how the hell is he supposed to scold him if he can barely breathe?

"You wanna hop over to the dining hall for a break?" Felix asks, and he's kinda trying to be clever but mostly he sounds like a hopeful kid.

A second of focus brings his breath somewhat under control, and Oliver sighs. "Aw, Felix, we gotta keep on. Dinner's not for..." He checks the clock and can barely keep from wincing. "We got a couple hours yet."

"Mate, we've been at this for hours," Felix complains, the lolly making a popping sound as he pulls it out of his mouth. "I can't read any more shit about urns or albatrosses or bloody abbeys, I really can't."

It’s a little unfortunate that Felix is probably close to telling the truth. Whereas Oliver can concentrate on things for hours at a time, powering through feverish cram sessions to get some measure of a handle on his studies, the man next to him isn’t like that. Not even when he wants to be, and he doesn’t want to be very often. Even during this session, where Oliver knows Felix has been genuinely trying, he’s still been messing around on and off. Playing on his Nintendo DS, making rubber band slingshots, texting with friends, drawing scribbles up and down the pages of his notes. Probably been through like ten lollypops at this point.

Felix can probably get away with it, but Ollie can’t. He needs this mark to keep his scholarship.

“Just an hour more, okay? We can piss off and do something else in a bit.”

With a loud groan, Felix throws his head back, glares up at the ceiling. He stays in that position, sulking and avoiding eye contact. Oliver would be more concerned, more guilty, but he knows his boyfriend isn’t seriously annoyed. If he was, he would have yanked his hand away, maybe flipped his textbook closed and flung himself on his bed in a fit of pique. In a few minutes he’ll relax, find something to do, and Ollie can get this done.

Unless the thing that Felix chooses to do is stare at him. Which is exactly what he does.

Oliver becomes aware of the weight of his gaze after a few moments. It makes his skin prickle in a thrilling way, just a little bit abashed, just a little bit elated. He risks a glance and sure enough, Felix is watching him with those rich brown eyes, the lollypop idle in his hand as he chews on his lip. There's something provoking about the look, but Oliver can't address it right now, he can't.

Though he shifts his eyes back to his textbook, Oliver isn't really seeing the words. The same sentence passes through his head five or six times without comment, and still Felix doesn't stop staring.

He shouldn't encourage the man, but – "What?"

"What?" Felix replies, innocence saturating his deep baritone. When Oliver exhales sharply, Felix makes a vague gesture with the lolly, like he's conducting the annoyance away.

"I like the way you look when you're studying, Ollie. You're so focused, and you get this little scrunch, right..." He reaches out, trails his thumb over the skin between Oliver's eyebrows, almost like he's smoothing out the strain there. "It's cute."

The scowl Oliver adopts feels very put on. "It'll be less cute when I kill you."

Felix laughs, the sound rolling out easy and luxurious. He thumbs at the spot on Oliver's forehead, and Oliver realizes he's scrunching there again. "See? Cute."

"Felix..."

"Yeah, yeah, I know, mate. Studying." And with a roll of his eyes that isn't too mocking, Felix takes his hand away, turns back to his own textbook.

And for another thirty minutes or so, there's peace.

Oliver does his best to focus. He really does. But in truth, and it's actually not Felix's fault, he's finding it hard. Yeah, he can concentrate for a long time, but this is going on their sixth hour with just a break for scarfed snacks shoved somewhere in there. His head is starting to ache, eyes sore, and the lines of text blur frustratingly from his reaching mind. The feeling that he's not understanding the content makes his stress spike, which in turn makes it harder to focus, which –

Felix gets up from the chair next to Ollie. Oliver assumes his boyfriend is hitting the bathroom or maybe caving to another session of distraction, and in the midst of his frustration and stress he’s aware of where Felix is but not what he’s doing. However, a moment later and Felix's tall form is almost draped over Oliver from behind, bent practically double to engulf him in a hug within the chair. He presses a light kiss to Oliver's ear before mumbling, "Come on, mate. It's time for a break, yeah?"

"I've gotta –"

"It's gonna be here when you get back, Ollie. Look, I know you're smarter than me, but it's kinda dumb to keep pushing yourself like this. I've heard you sigh like ten times now. A break will help."

Hands tense on the desk, not able to take as much comfort in Felix's embrace as he should, Oliver mutters, "It's this damn poem. 'A vision out of Spiritus Mundi'? What the hell is that? I mean, the rest is fine, but that –"

"Which poem is it?" Felix interrupts, not letting him go into a spiralling rant. "One of Blake's?"

"No, The Second Coming. Yeats."

Low and reverberating, Felix's scoff rumbles from his chest and through Ollie's back, right to his heart. "You know enough about second comings already, Ollie. And three times, too."

Despite himself, Oliver has to laugh at that. Low and tired and fading out too quickly, but he laughs. "Guess we should both be experts."

"Now you're catching on, mate. Now..." Felix's arms tighten, so secure around Oliver's shoulders. "You're going to stop ignoring your expert boyfriend, and we're going to get something to eat. We'll relax and then I swear – I swear – you'll have enough time to study later."

It's not something new, but Oliver feels a flicker of resentment at Felix's confidence. Of course Felix – with his connections, his name, his wealth, his everything – can speak so easily about "enough time". He'll have enough time to do anything for his entire life and if he doesn't he'll just buy it or get someone to lend it to him. But Oliver isn’t so lucky. He has to do well on this exam, and the next, and the next, and –

"Ollie," Felix pleads, sincere and lively, his breath warm on Oliver's skin. His big hands reach out to grab Oliver's textbook, half threatening to close the hefty tome, but he doesn't go all the way. Felix waits, his chest pressed to Oliver's back, and Oliver can feel the vibrating impatience in the other man. But he waits.

Inexplicably, the sun has oriented itself to one flower in particular, maybe just as much as the flower has oriented itself to the sun’s brilliant glow. And Oliver might not have money or influence or enough hours of sleep to be getting on with, but he has Felix. Even in the midst of looming exams and assignments and the muggy slog of exhaustion, having Felix makes everything feel so much lighter. Brighter.

With a low sigh, a releasing of the tension and the frustration, Oliver tilts his head back to rest against Felix’s shoulder. “You’re such a brat.”

A chuckle that rolls easily to Oliver’s ears. “Venetia would agree.” Felix takes Oliver’s relaxation for the permission it is and flips the textbook shut. Then he’s nuzzling into the crook of Oliver’s neck, several quick, tender kisses that scour the fatigue away. At least a little.

And as Felix urges – pesters – Oliver out of the chair, away from his books, away from the mountain of stress, Oliver can’t help but feel that he’s angled in exactly the right way.

[okkalo]

imagine bllk boys learning kpop dances with you

would LOVE to learn dances with you. you probably didn’t even have to ask because they brought it up first. i can definitely see this group dancing to overly cute dances. does all the moves with an extra pop (ex. cheer up from twice they do a little twerk during the chorus). their facial expressions are always on point too, they even add little winks. they do not watch their surroundings when dancing. will hit you with their arm by accident. they’ll immediately stop the dance and just splutter apologies. will make it up to its food and kisses. will dance to any dance (they love the sexy girl group ones tho, ESPECIALLY wiggle wiggle).

BACHIRA, shidou, otoya (he would watch his surroundings tho), kaiser, oliver

do it just because they love you. that and they didn’t think it would be too bad. they’re probably awkward at first, their moves a little stiff. get a little more into it as you continue but are still pretty stiff. will refuse to do “stupid” songs (super tuna is out of the picture 😔). will probably love the boy + girl dances (LOVE dolphin). will refuse if you want to take a video </3. they’ll only say yes if you pinky promise not to share it on anything. if you ask them to do it again they would.

ISAGI, chigiri (i feel like he’s secretly good at dancing), KUNIGAMI, YUKIMIYA, karasu, reo, ness, kaiser (yes, again)

idk how you convinced them but congrats. you probably had to bribe them with something. they would give you SUCH a hard time. i know they’re giving the dances their all though (they’re so stiff but don’t mention it). they have to pick the song because they don’t trust you. you might, MIGHT, be able to convince them to do a cutesy song. absolutely no recording, they will slap your phone out of your hand. if you laugh or tease them at any point they will just straight up walk away, so beware.

RIN, BAROU

no. they just wouldn’t. heart breaking, ik </3

SAE, NAGI

[romanpolitan]

FANKID ART DROP!!!!! (^w^) 🤍

felt like dropping some of my fankids! :D i love them all a lot hehe

info about them under the cut !!!!

Sundae Ren (she/her)

- semblance undecided, but she will have one

- bratty and blunt, super dry humor kinda unhinged like rwby chibi nora

- vegetarian

- oldest sister of JNPR berries

Poppi Arc (she/her)

- never unlocks her semblance

- twee style , weird girl

- autistic, similar to ren in attitude

- deaf, semi-nonverbal but uses a lot of sign

- the youngest kid of JNPR berries

i love jnpr berries poly, they all parent and raise the kiddo’s as siblings. there are 3 Arko’s kids apart of the family as well, but they have yet to be designed (juniper, alyx and louis)

Venus Rose (he/him)

- autistic

- only child

- semblance: eclipse. his semblance allows him to delve into shadows, he can then dissipate his body and travel between touching shadows without being seen

- clingy kid, separation anxiety, slept with his parents until he was like 10 type kid 😭

Aurelia Xiao-long (she/her)

- adopted

- semblance: spatulae. her semblance gives her fingers, pads of her palms, souls of her feet, and toes an adhesive ability allowing her to stick to any surface. this gives her sneak attacks and stealthy abilities

- wants to be a huntress like her moms :)

- snarky, smart, straight A student who gets an early ride into the huntsmen academy of her choice

- eldest sister

Sunny Xiao-long (she/her)

- youngest sister

- was carried to term by blake and is biologically related to her, jaune was the surrogate since he is close with them and sorta looks like yang

- transfem 🏳️‍⚧️ came out pretty young in the most supportive household ever

- lion faunus , ears + mane later as she gets older

- shy, inidepended kid

- undecided semblance

Atasi Wukong (she/they)

- she is their biological child, sun is transmasc and carried her

- monkey faunus with ears

- lazy eye but still capable of sight

- undecided semblance

- very laid back, silly girl, loves her aunty blake and is always playing around

penny and oscar have SO many kids 😭 they’re cutesy traditional-esc farming lesbians. i’m gonna rapid fire them as a lot of the info is on the drawing

firefly’s semblance is called hover: she came make herself float as well as small objects

octave’s semblance is called sound warp: he can create sound waves, use them to push things away, deafen them, and even manipulate peoples hearing slightly

neelie’s semblance is echo-location: similar to her twin she uses sound waves to locate and feel people around him. he can also send waves out to feel out the environments of further locations

mahogany’s semblance is called botanical arts: she is able to control and change the growth of plants and use them in different forms

olive’s semblance is anima: the ability to communicate with animals, later she develops the ability to also influence how they behave

last but not least flora, she’s like a hypothetical ‘if the world was happy’ 😭😭 ozma and salem are just a happy married couple who run Beacon and NOTHING bad ever happens EVER!!!! Also neither salem or ozma have last names, so i just gave them pine and they adopt oscar and take his :3

Flora Pine (they/them)

- albino

- not fully blind but like most albino pe,ople can barely see a foot away from their face

- intersex, identifies as nonbinary

- no semblance, has magic like their parents

- very close with their big brother oscar, shy and awkward similar to him in personality

[captainshyguy]

6 bc im curious and 9 bc i wanna see ur hit list /hj

aaa ty belle!!

6. Has fandom ever made you enjoy a pairing you previously hated?

hmmm, not to my knowledge! the closest has been somthing ve been neutral bout/thought was kinda silly like melli and ingo lol, like i didnt hate it, but was neutral, and now i think its hilariousKJDSNGSDJ

9. Most disliked character(s)? Why?

(if these end up in characters tag i apologise but i aint censoring every single damn name! im not tagging and that should be enough)

oooh im gonna expand this bit beyond my regular fandoms bc there are some little fuckers out there i really hatein othe thinhs gkgjd, lets do regular fandoms first though

hollow knght: tpk, lurien, tiso. tpk for obvious reasons (plus i dont really like a lot of high up characters in general like focusing on tpk in fics kinda makes me eyes roll when the vessels are right there. lurien for reasons :). tiso because people went through a stint where he was just silly himbo and kept shippig him with quirrel nd i fucking hated that lol. his design slaps though

tcw: the bad batch lol fucking HATE them. tech is tolerable, and i dont even count echo one of them, free him!!! but the rest are condesceding assholes sorry idc if they get better in their own show like sorry you sold them to me as 'ooo arent they soooo cool theyre so much better than those Regulr Clones Boooo, look at them!!! like fuck off lol. you will never be captain rex

pokemon: not a big fan of 'hehee im a cutesy quirky little girl!! chracters, like sabi or poppy like. theyre fine i guess but eh. not for me. otherwise swordbert and shieldbert were also annoying kjgskgj

off the top of my head i cant really think of many for mario besides like...idk cranky kong specifically in the mario movie? awful voice perfromace. i guess waluigi too sorry, i m not a fan of like..idk, more basic mario chracters who dont really show up in non mulitplyar games, bc they end up beign sooo known and its like. bro they didnt even put him in wonder or 3d world or anything. like if u want him to be a staple mario character to me then put him in other games too, or i'll just roll my eyes that he's taking up space where someone like cpatain toad or peasley could be taking it lol

undertale/deltarune: detanged one but ice-e. ex went through a period where he as weirdly obsessed with him and thought he'd be super important and it annoyed me :)

ok now outside of my regular fdoms, characters i still loathe include

ralph from the flash- he was this stretchy dude who was awful abt women and like sure he kiiiida got over it but it felt weak and i hated him and the actor ended up being shitty anyway.. in the same universe i didnt like either oliver or barry's daughters from the future, both were very annoying lol

mon el from super girl. i hate him. kill him.annoying boring no chemistry love interest. kill him

eric sparrow from tony hawks underground- though i will concede that like the hollow knight characters, he contrbutes in really important ways to the story. like your'e SUPPOSED to hate him thats the point, they do a very good job with it. like he's written fantastically, and i want to kill him. i alway think of this article i read about him that was like 'eric sparrow is my best friend and he wants to hurt me' like yeah thats it thats the character. like i LIKE WHAT THEY DID, which sets him apart from almost everyone else here, its just what they did makes you hate him lol

ross from friends. miserable, insecure little creep. kill him

there are little charcters i loathe more than peter griffin family guy. kill bite explode

[winniemaywebber]

OC FAN CAM

thank you my lovely @bobparkhurst for the tag 🥰 this was so fun!!! I did this for my girlie Olive!

Rules: Pick 5 songs you think would be used for fancam videos if your OC was canon and tag 5 people.

Fearless (Taylor's Version) - Taylor Swift

I keep saying that this song is so Olive and Dougie so when this song plays, I see one of those cutesy TikTok edits of them 🥺

Goodbye Until Tomorrow - The Last Five Years

specifically Cathy's part it's a compilation of every time Olive leaves and comes back. so many of the lyrics in Cathy's part pertain to Olive and it's sooo sweet.

What To Make Of Me - Olive Klug

Olive always struggled to fit in with people she grew up with, and she finds that those people don't know how to talk to her after moving back from London, especially Joan and even sometimes Grandma.

I Wished On The Moon - Billie Holliday

This would be Olive and her girlies for sure. She has craved true friendship and sisterhood for so long, and her wish came true 🥹

Simple As This - Jake Bugg

I love this one for the whole group because I feel like they've all been searching for something particular and missing the mark. When they find each other and come together, they realize they've been searching for a family and they find it in each other.

tagging: @sagesolsticewrites @ginabaker1666 and whoever else wants to! 🥰

[lost-soul-in-time]

Oliver is like anyone he's ever been with. And Aaron's not sure if he likes it or not.

The man is distant. Not cold or uncaring, but he never lets him get too close. They talk, a lot. Well, Oliver does most of the talking, because Aaron's life is pretty uninteresting, and because he doesn't actually like talking about himself. He's paid to listen to his customer talk about his day, maybe get him a drink or two if he's in the mood for it.

He's tried several times to get Oliver to accept a dance, but he always gets shot down. Never rudely, though.

Aaron can't fathom why the man wants him, specifically. The others, especially Amethyst, are way better at these types of customers. Aaron's just a pretty face with a great mouth and shitty attitude. That's all that ever is to him, in the eyes of the patrons and boss.

He likes the money, likes not having to actually work that hard to get paid, but... something in him wants more from Oliver. All the subtle rejections have left him feeling undesirable, which is wrecking his, admittedly overinflated, ego.

Tonight, Oliver's complaining about a coworker of his, relaxing in the private room's luxurious seats, and Aaron decides to bite the bullet. He doesn't really want to risk the best thing that has happened to him in the past years, but he feels like he's losing his mind.

"Oliver?" He asks quietly, taking advantage of a natural pause in the man's speech. He'd dropped the cutesy nicknames he used for patrons a while ago, when it was clear that they weren't working. He called Oliver by his name, or 'sir' if it fit in the moment. "May I— May I do something for you? To thank you."

It's the first time he's not trying to seduce Oliver, but rather asking for his permission. His reasons are his own, tied to his self-image and worth, but the man doesn't need to know that. He slowly slides from his perch next to him, down to the floor in front of him, looking up through painted lashes.

"I—" Fuck, he hates feeling vulnerable. "Please, sir?" Just let me make you feel good so I can stop feeling like a failure. "You've been so good to me, and I—"

Oliver’s not sure why he keeps coming back, why he keeps paying for a dance he never wants and then some, just to talk. He’s truly reached a new level of low, hasn’t he?

Talon is more of a listener, he’s noticed, and that’s fine. He had no issue answering and telling. There was lots he had to speak on, something he realized once they’d begun to have their weekly conversations. There were moments where he’d coax a few sentences out of his listener, but he didn’t seem to budge of certain topics.

He never pushed too much for information. There was only so much a person was willing to give when they were still becoming acquainted.

Landon had gotten on his nerves today. It’s always the ones who were desperate to prove themselves who would interfere with others’ jobs in the process. The way he’d tried to step in during the discussion of a case, tried to make him look as if he hadn’t a clue what he was doing—

He didn’t like being undermined. Especially when they were all working under the roof of a building run under his family’s name.

But that thought is quickly set aside when Talon interrupts him, quiet and meek and very different from how he usually is, and begins to move himself— oh.

He’s caught off guard, that much is clear, and his words die in his mouth as Talon gets down to the ground. Where was this coming from? “Who says you haven’t been good to me as well?”

His tone is calm, gentle yet firm in his reassurances, just as always. It’s how he is, always will be. Hesitating, he reaches a hand out to brush the knelt man’s hair back and away from his face, staring down at him with a mix of confusion and a want to understand.

“I don’t find you unappealing. That’s not the foundation of my rejections… I won’t do a thing if it’s not what you want, and I wont let you do so if I can tell.”

[periodicparadox]

[INTRODUCTION] - AVVIUS

Swish swish! You came all this way from your forest to meet new people and see what’s going on on the outside!!! Your name is AVVIUS SOHICA and you’re just the cutest little forestdweller in the entire universe! Your twin ponytails swishing behind you as you happily walk around the forest, collecting toadstools and berries as you go! You live in the only SURVIVING FOREST that Azothal has to offer! Since the planet’s made up of all sorts of funny metals and minerals, it’s incredibly hard for more forested, woody areas to survive, but this little forest of yours is protected by THE IMPERIAL FLEET under the word of the EMPRESS because of the natural abundance of ZINC in the grounds around you. So sadly you’ve had to stay inside for hours at times because the IMPERIAL MINING DRONES come around every once in a while to collect their oh so precious zinc! And it makes you angry!!! You just wanna go outside, collect your little mushies and make your poisons! Literally! Or well... They’re not ALWAYS poisons. You’ve got a knack for crafting HERBAL MEDICINES as well. Herbal medicines, little bottles of poison, it’s just something you’ve been oddly skilled at ever since you were little! You’re also INCREDIBLY RELIGIOUS and tend to follow the TRADITIONS OF OLIVES BEFORE YOU, also the TEACHINGS for your ANCESTOR. A nice combination of the two has helped keep you going ever since you were born! Or well, ever since you were able to comprehend it all. Most of your interests are incredibly NATURE-BASED, these include POISON CRAFT, MEDICINE MAKING and DIGGING! Why digging you may ask? Because it’s so fun and something you can do with your lusus of course! You and your lusus are close as close can be! You guys basically do everything together! You even took the time to build her a cute little BARKBEAST HIVE that’s right next to your hive. Your trolltag is virulentTheology and you speak in a manner that’s VVery cutesy and totally isn’t 4boding in any way shape or 4m!

[nancydrewwouldnever]

okay so i’m pregnant and i want to give my child a cutesy classy kind of name. i feel like you have a good knowledge of classic things lol. so for girls i have sadie, olive and flora. for boys jude and kit

any recs or which one of those is the best let me know!

I've always been partial to Sabine or Sabina, Amelia, Lucia, Theodora, Rosamund, Genevieve, Christabel

On the other side Giles, Etienne (which is just French for Steven), Edmund, Jacob, Benjamin, David, Finn, Declan

But then I also like the idea from the movie Greencard where the writer dad gave all his kids the names of great authors as their first names: Bronte, Austen etc. Can't remember all the names he picked, but I thought it was an interesting idea.

[sandwormrp]

Group Watching of Dune Part 1

I've put together a highlight of quotes from our Movie Night!

Thanks to those that joined in! Have a poll up in our discord for watching Part 2 together. Looking at some time in late November.

Get stoned, fly casual - Panth

There is an Imperial Fleet over our planet, like we're gonna say no - Panth

Paul in his lil booties all "sneak me on board" - Rora

"Put on some muscle." "I did?" "No." That quick dismissal xD - Echo

Booty smacks - Atreides tradition? - Panth

Paul, wake up,. my mother-figure is here to torture you - Panth

Maybe lilah and cyn can just argue in hand - Peregrine

Put your hand in the-

- Rora

This scene is so impactful to me for that line “Your mother stands guard, no one will get past her” - Echo

A what-if where paul dies in that test could be an interesting plot 👀 - Rora

It's always awkward when the rellies visit - Panth

Paul does fulfill the 'Marry Feyd' plan of the Sisterhood in that Paul/Fed/Irulan Pauly-Cule story, at least. Not quite in the way they envisioned… - Logjam

Leiana-al-Gaib? - Logjam

Is assailed by plot thoughts from all sides oh noes - Panth

Imagine being a Fremen and hearing bagpipes for the first time ever. - Logjam

Add ✍️ skipping to polycule!paul ✍️ - Peregrine

Waiting for Jawas to come walking out of that Harvester - Logjam

In an interview I saw the ornithopter noise used cat purrs - Rora

"Oh dear someone's let the Duke drive …" - Panth

Hoping those Umbrellas are Atreides standard issue. - Logjam

I'm still pretty keen on the 'return to Caladan as pirates' idea - Panth

Feyd keeps bringing things home 'can we keep it?' - Panth

One thing I will say is the musical score for this muvie is top notch - Echo

Climb up the cables and get on the ship - Panth

"DAMN THE SPICE" everyone: 🤰- Rora

Skinniest stick of dynamite on Arrakis - Logjam

Gurney wakes up with a face like "no one ever wakes me up for anything good" - Rora

They woke up, they grabbed the pipes - Peregrine

The laser is v zelda coded, very cutesy very demure - Peregrine

This was the night they all grew up a bit xD - Echo

Leto, another dish at the buffet - Logjam

Wormfood William - Logjam

Dead for sure Dave - Rora

Why aren't we taking baths in balsamic vinegar and olive oil, honestly - Logjam

barrel roll, told ya - Panth

If Leto's a beefcake, Paul is a quail's drumstick? A pigeon wing? - Logjam Schnitzel - Panth

Jamis: "Over my dead body" Paul at Jamis' funeral…. - Logjam

Being kept away from people isn't the same as being married to a stranger gawd xD - Echo