#so its just for me :) maybe when i'm finished with it i'll make a copy with that info blanked out and share that one

[synthaphone]

google sheets told me how to make tables, so now i'm making a massive spreadsheet of every Pokemon i own across all of my games (i know....)

i'm going through HOME in Pokedex order, and adding other games as it makes sense (like, so far i've recorded VC Blue and VC Gold, since i have hardly anything in those games and they're easy- when i finish Hoenn I'll probably record Emerald), and I'm up to midway through gen 3.

some interesting things i've learned so far:

I try to keep my teams of 6 across all of the games i've played together, and a bunch have been missing- now i'm rediscovering some of these Pokemon i'd forgotten about scattered around my living dex. like oh, my living dex Togetic named Tetris is level 40, from Johto, has a bunch of EVs, and is missing a move- this must have been my Fly Pokemon in SoulSilver

I have used so many Ampharos, Azumarill, and Flygon on teams. Like 3 of each. I had a moment of confusion yesterday when i found out that a level 100 Volbeat that i could have sworn was on my OmegaRuby team didn't have the Hoenn Champ ribbon and originated in Y. I was like. what the fuck so what is the 6th member of my Hoenn team then??? Well. I just reached Flygon and it turns out that the 6th team member was my living dex Flygon, Snakey, who i had completely forgotten about.

i have been playing these games for 17 years.... a few days ago i recorded an Espeon named "Love you!" that was given to me by my sister in 2007 when she was 8 and i was 12, and then yesterday I logged a shiny Wailmer that i caught in Pokemon GO a few years ago, at a Panera that the same sister drove us to, in her car. it feels crazy to me

[fuyuu-chan]

Snuggling To Keep You Warm

Characters: Neuvillette, Kamisato Ayato, Vyn Richter, Jing yuan, Sung Jinwoo (+ some characters you like or you think fit)

Genre: Fluff

Fuyuu-chan: idk why i suddenly stopped posting when i have a lot of fics in my drafts 😭 maybe because i feel lazy lol

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You just hopped into shower and just started when the water turned cold out of nowhere not to mention in a cold weather. You contemplated for a minute before deciding to continue, no choice as the heater isn't heating the water and you're already wet since first its hot water but it betrayed you so you decided to take the cold shower now. You dry off your body and hair all while shivering. I mean who wouldn't after taking an ice cold shower?

After dressing into comfy clothes and finishing your routine. You went to his office and asked if you could cuddle, he invite you to seat on his lap as he hugged you. Asking what happened.

"I'm cold, I took a cold shower since the heater decided to betray me" you answered.

"Oh? Why didn't you tell me about the heater?" He asked as he brushed your hair.

"Well you're working and I don't wanna bother you" you said as you snuggled.

"Y'know I would drop anything just for you right?" he asked as he held you a bit tight.

You hummed. "Can I stay here?" you asked as you peeked at him. "Of course, anytime besides is that even a question?" he answered as he put your head back onto his shoulder for you to lean on. "Do you want us to go to the couch? It will be more comfortable for you, we could also watch something while we're at it" he added. "Hmm but you're working?" You asked.

"Nah I just finished besides I wanna cuddle you" he answered.

"Okay then" you nod because you love hanging out in his office, its comfortable and the couch too. He carried you to the couch and placed you down. "Stay here, i'll make us some hot drink, it will help on getting your body warm again"

"Alright" you said. He kissed your forehead all while smiling before he left to go to the kitchen. You were playing on your phone when you start feeling cold again, you got up and decided to grab a blanket from your room. You exit his office and was heading to the room when you saw him coming back to the office. "(name)? where are you going?" he asked as he was holding a tray containing two cups filled with hot drink and some snacks.

"I'm still cold, just gonna grab a blanket, you go ahead" you replied as you smiled and he nods. You quickly go to your room and took a blanket before going back to his office. Inside, the tray he was carrying earlier was now in the coffee table, and there he sat at the couch waiting for you while scrolling down picking your favorite show so it will be ready. "I'm back" you said as you sat beside him draping the blanket on both of your laps.

"Welcome back, are you ready?" He said and you nod eagerly. He took both cups handing one to you as he put his arms around your shoulder after playing the show. After watching some few episodes you fall asleep as your head fall onto his shoulder, feeling your head on his shoulder he lean on top of your head as he pulled you closer to him and grabbing the blanket up to both of your shoulders covering the two of you.

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[yesimwriting]

we need more felix and lovie content i miss themmm

i miss them too,, i have so many drafts and half finished fics with them but i've had so little energy/time to actually finish any of them bc of finals

but i'm pretty caught up with school rn (by tuesday i'll be on summer break!!) so here's a bit of an i'm-sorry-for-being-absent drabble :)

The nail of your thumb drags against the edge of the page, finally getting the glue to fully adhere to the page.

You press your back against the wood surface of your desk chair to admire your handiwork. The background of your latest scrapbook page has come together just the way you wanted it to. You pick up the book carefully before turning your body.

"Lex," you beam.

Felix doesn't sit up fully, but he does lift his head. The arm holding up his copy of the latest Harry Potter relaxing. "Oh," he mumbles it in that way that reminds you of one of the things you like best about him. He has this talent for giving attention. Where other people would just be polite without a second thought, Felix takes the time to really look before commending.

He pushes himself up in a way that awkwardly squishes your pillow. "That's good." Felix straightens, legs crossing beneath him. "That's really good, Lovie." His thumb tucks itself between the pages of his book, a make shift bookmark. "The edges, the paper..."

"Thank you." Another thing you love about Felix is the fact that you can always tell he means his praise. You turn forward, setting your scrapbook back onto your desk. "You should make one."

The corner of his mouth pulls itself into a version of a smile that's so soft you almost miss it. "Yeah?" You nod. Felix's smile shifts into something more assured. "Maybe tomorrow night."

You try to picture Felix spending a Saturday night in either your room or his, cutting up scraps of paper and gluing them down instead of at a bar or some party. The thought makes your feel warm in that way that's so exclusively Felix. It also feels blurry, intangible in its unlikeliness.

As happy as it'd make you, tonight was already surprising enough. It's not like Felix goes out every night, and this isn't the first time the two of you have stayed in on a Friday, but nights like these are rare. You can't picture two of these in a row.

"Tomorrow?" You pull your legs out from under your desk, entire body angling itself to the side so that it's easier to look at him. "Tomorrow's Saturday."

He lets out a partial laugh. "And you're dying for a rager?"

"No," you mumble, dragging out the vowel sound in an attempt to sound more sarcastic. "But you like going out." You lean forward, resting your chin against the chair's back. "And it's not like I hate going out, especially with you..." You trail off, eyes shifting away from Felix and towards the bed post closest to you. "And I don't want to be the reason you don't do things you like."

For a beat, the only sound is the low, rhythmic tapping of Felix's pointer finger against the spine of his book. "I like a lot of things."

You lift your head. "I know."

"I like doing things with you."

The warmth comes back with a vengeance. You tap your thumb against the side of your seat for the sake of doing something. "Me too."

Felix shifts, extending one leg to make himself more comfortable. "Good." He's so quiet for a second, you almost think that might be the end of the conversation. You're about to go back to picking out the pictures to finish off the page you'd been working on when he starts again, "So you don't need to worry about me resenting you."

Your eyes narrow. "I didn't say anything about you resenting me." Your chin lifts slightly, an attempt at displaying your indignation. "Why are you saying it like that was an option?"

He grins, dropping himself back onto your pillow. "No reason."

You roll your eyes at his sarcasm. He's the one that came over to your room without being asked to. "Sure."

"What?" His tone implies nothing but perfect innocence. He picks up his book, opening it as if he's done nothing wrong. "Y'should come over here before the resentment sets in and I lose all interest."

You let out a loud sigh, but move to stand regardless. "Yeah, that feels like a real possibility."

When you don't move, Felix glances away from his book. "You're not gonna come over here?" He looks up at you, a hint of a pout playing at his expression. "I was kidding."

You cross your arms, fighting against a smile. "I just stood up." That's not enough to convince him to stop looking at you like that. You take a few steps forward with a sigh that's more out of habit than anything else. "You are so dramatic."

You sit on your bed, crossing your legs beneath you. Felix shifts onto his side. His freehand finds your knee. "You cried because of this book."

Eyes narrowing, you lean forward to get a better sense of how far into the book he's gotten. "Wait a few chapters."

Felix snaps his head in your direction, "Lovie. You said you wouldn't--" Your sentence runs into his, "I didn't--I didn't spoil it."

He frowns, watching you skeptically. "That was mean."

"You started it." You're aware that you sound like a little kid, but you can't help it. With a sigh, you give up, laying down. He's taking up most of your bed, but you're far from uncomfortable. "Fine. I'm sorry."

With little warning, Felix leans forward and presses a kiss against your temple. "Want me to read to you?"

You're used to Felix's random displays of affection, but every once in awhile something will take you by so much surprise you feel it more than you should. You blink. "Yeah," you mumble, hoping that your voice comes out even, "Sounds nice."

Felix shifts onto his back, one hand finding your arm and the other holding his book.

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[montammil]

CHARACTERS: Rowan, you/reader

WARNINGS/TAGS: Gender neutral reader, implied yandere behavior but nothing explicit, anxiety attacks, cuddling, kisses, actually pretty wholesome

WORD COUNT: 1k

NOTES: This was meant to be a 500 word commission but I got carried away since its been so long since I wrote for Rowan haha. Thank you to the commissioner!! I hopefully plan to write something with Rowan and Sawyer again soon haha

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You had felt anxious the entire day. It wasn't a rare occurrence at all, but you still tried to hide it well. It was easy enough, plaster on a smile and crack jokes. Everything will be fine. If you just keep telling yourself that, then maybe it'll become true. You just have to keep being optimistic, surely.

When you hear the door open, you know its Rowan. He walks over, the kitchen sink is running while you stand there scrubbing away at dirty dishes.

He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you flush against his chest. You can smell his subtle cologne. Cedarwood and vanilla with just a touch of lemon.

"I missed you today, my heart." His lips are against the back of your head and you shut the water off.

You turn your face so he can kiss you, which he does. One thing you've noticed while dating is he loves kisses. On the lips, the cheek, forehead, wherever he could pepper them.

"How was work?" you ask him.

He rests his chin on the top of your head, swaying with you slightly in place. "Not busy, thankfully. But I'm so glad to be home now. How was it for you, dear?"

You take a shaky breath and he rubs up and down your arm gently. "It was okay."

"Just okay?"

"Yeah," you say. "There's this weird guy that's really clingy though, and he won't let me wash the dishes in peace."

"Well, whoever that creep may be... I'm sure they have nothing but good intentions, dearest," he says playfully. You smile and laugh, shaking your head as he grins into your hair. "I'll make dinner and finish the rest of these. You go relax, alright?" His hands fall away from your hips and he gently ushers you out of the kitchen.

You think that should cause the anxiety to go away, but it doesn't.

The rest of the day goes smoothly enough. The two of you watch TV together and eat the meal he's prepared. Rowan is always cleaning something or organizing things, keeping up the house.

Around almost midnight you start getting tired and cuddle in bed with him. His fingers play through your hair as you both relax.

That should calm the last dregs of anxiety right?

But no. It still remains.

He pulls you against him in bed, your back pressed to his front. He nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck.

Now that you're left to your thoughts, though, the feeling seems like it's consuming you again. Like it has a tight hold on your brain.

Next thing you know, you're clutching your beating heart and struggling to take in a deep breath. Everything around you blurs except for those few feet around you, tunnel vision setting in. Your eyes dart around as if to search for an escape from your mind.

His arms come around you, holding your head. They're careful and gentle, loving.

You turn to face him, looking up at Rowan. His bright eyes bore into yours.

"It's just me, love," he quietly coos. His hand is rubbing up and down along your chest while the other holds the back of your head. You try to focus on your breathing while looking up at him. "Copy me," he instructs you.

And you do. He slowly takes in a deep breath and then blows out through his mouth before doing it again. You feel your panic slowly ebb away into pure anxiety again. Tears well in your eyes, but you aggressively try wiping them away.

Rowan grabs your wrist and guides it down between your bodies. "You'll hurt your sweet face doing that." His voice is barely above a whisper.

You look away from him with shame.

He guides you to face him again, kissing your closed eyelids. His thumb glides across your cheekbones and wipes the tears that fall away. "Don't ever feel embarrassed about having an attack."

With a small nod you feel him kiss your cheeks.

"You worry me," he continues, "I don't want you to ever feel too afraid to talk to me when things get overwhelming for you, okay? It terrifies me when you don't talk to me. It makes me start thinking of worst case scenarios. Like... like you got diagnosed with something awful, someone hurt you, or—or you're planning on leaving me—"

Your face crumples and you kiss him. It feels wet between the two of you as you both begin crying together.

"I'd never leave you!" Your hands grab the front of his shirt.

He smiles through tears, expression as adoring as ever still. "I just... cherish you so much. If something were to happen to you..." His expression darkens just at the thought. "I need you. And I want you to need me."

You let him kiss away your tears, then bury your face in his chest. "I'm just anxious. There isn't any specific reason for it... it just builds up, I guess."

Rowan hums. "So no one hurt you? You didn't receive any bad news, or..."

You shake your head. "No. And even if I was in trouble, you'd be the first person I go running to."

This seems to appease him greatly. You feel his nose gently trace against your hairline. "Good. Even if you murdered someone and wanted help hiding the body, you better come to me, understood?"

A laugh bubbles out from you. You push his shoulder and he grins with joy.

"There's that lovely smile." He grips your hands. "Never be afraid to tell me you're anxious, please. I know I sometimes seem like an old-fashioned stick in the mud, but I'd never judge you for anything ever, including anxiety." His thumbs rub across your knuckles and he presses a kiss to each of them.

You can't help smiling. "You're so kissy."

"Only for you, sweetheart. Now close your eyes. I'm not going anywhere." He holds you again, only allowing himself to fall asleep when he hears your soft snores.

[whatislovevavy]

Tia Maria and Whiskey on the Rocks

Pairing: Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x OC (Cherry)

Masterlist

Author's Note: hey y'all, apologies for the extremely late posting, I've been going through some life transitions and finding time and motivation to write has been difficult, but here it is now :) This is part two of Most of Freedom and Of Pleasure, and is apart of @thedroneranger 's Pick Your Poison Writing Challenge with the prompt being Espresso Martinis I'm glad I got to include one of my favorite drinks with one of my favorite songs with a character I love writing for <3 I'm most likely going to do a third part with smut in it, so let me know if that would be something you lovely people would like to read :)

Warnings: Mentions of Smut, Fluff, Alcohol, Pilots catching feelings

WC: 5.2k

All of my writings will be added to my writing side blog @sophs-writing-nook 

This is an 18+ fanfic, so minors scoot pls. You are responsible for the media you consume. Do not copy, plagiarize, repost, or translate this fic without my explicit permission as it is my own creation. 

Goddamn it. 

You slid the end call button as Phoenix didn’t pick up, fighting with the raindrops that fell and streaked down your phone screen, and trying to keep your jacket secure around your frame that didn’t seem to be saving your red dress from being soaked by the rain. The overwhelming damp and cold feeling seeped into your scalp and made the floodgates that held your tears back crack and crumble all the more. 

You regretted this date, much more than all of the others. 

A shaky sigh left your lips, frustration, and anger forming its potent mix in your mind. 

You tried to keep your eyes on your phone and to stay calm; you didn’t need the people eyeing you on the sidewalk feeling sorry for you. They had nothing to feel sorry for anyway.  You were just a person that had a disaster of a date and was stuck out in the rain trying to get home. Absolutely nothing to feel sorry for. You huffed, tensing your jaw as you found cover under an awning of a bookstore. Trying not to look at anyone that gave you that characteristic look of pity as they walked by. Biting your lip, you contemplated calling the last number you wanted to be calling late on a Friday night. 

Just get it over with, you thought. 

You quickly tapped the call button next to the infuriating little contact icon. Biting into your lip harder, finding the puddle reflecting the San Diego city lights more appealing than attempting to meet any passerbyers gaze as each tone brought you closer to a ride home. Or the teasing of a lifetime. Maybe both. 

“Cherry.”

That familiar silk laced drawl made you shut your eyes and wish anyone else had picked up when you called. But alas, here you were.

“Wasn’t expectin’ to hear from you. I thought you were busy entertainin’ what’s his name, Dylan? Derrick?” 

The humor in his voice brought a hot surge of frustration to the tips of your fingers as you gripped your phone harder, jaw tensing. 

“Look, I’m not in the mood for this right now…” Your voice losing its bite, but only by a little, “I’ve had a really shitty night, and,” you took a shaky breath, the frustration of the evening coming in full force on your psyche, “I need a ride home.” Jake's teasing grin wilted. You never would have called him, unless it was serious. He licked his lower lip, turning to look back at his friends finishing up a game of pool from the corner near the bathrooms, the steadily growing chatter in the bar making it more difficult to hear you as the seconds passed. He rubbed the back of his neck, swallowing. “Ok, sit tight, sweets. I'll come get you, you're still at Benny’s?” 

Your eyebrows furrowed. That’s…odd. You never told him where you were going. The wind and rain made you pull your jacket tighter around yourself. The evening rain makes you shiver, jaw chittering. Taking a deep breath, “yeah, I'm outside,” eyes diverting from the passing traffic to the worn, gold tinged cursive on the window, “Clara’s bookstore.“Your eyes trained on the rain soaked overhead awning dripping to the sidewalk in front of your painted toes peeking from your heels as you waited for his response. 

Jake's eyebrows furrowed, eyes diverting from his phone screen to the rain streaked windows facing the beach. That's a decent walk from where you ate, he thought, eyebrows raising. Must've been quite a guy to make you leave early. And in the pouring rain, no less.

“I'll be there soon, Cher. Are you somewhere safe? Somewhere out of the rain?”

If you didn't know any better, you'd say the insufferable, look-out-for-number-one-only, selfish, arrogant  Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin, who spent each free moment he wasn't peacocking around base, making your nerves burn and fray, sounded concerned about your well being. 

As soon as Jake heard your dreary, evidently rain soaked confirmation, he opted out of the game, forcing Bob to take his place with little to no explanation besides that  a commitment came up,”  striding down the Hard Deck steps to his parked truck. 

He's not ditching you. He wouldn't do that. You repeated what felt like mantras as the minutes ticked by. Hot tears started to brew at the corners of your eyes. You clutched your now soaked jacket over your dress, your toes sinking into the soggy faux leather of your heels as you leaned back against the concrete column of the closed store. The amber overhead lights making warped reflections in the puddles of the buildings and cars passing by.

Your breathing was ragged as you felt the familiar flames of frustration lick at your brain, something that had only stopped when Jake said he was going to go come get you. 

You felt so stupid. Wearing this dress. These heels. Your smudged make-up that, at one point, looked presentable. You just wanted to go home and eat a pint of ice cream. 

God, why hadn't Phoenix picked up?

You clenched your eyes in frustration, a rigid breath leaving your throat as you leaned your head back against the column. 

The familiar hum of Jake's truck brought your teary gaze up to the almost barely visible silhouette in the driver's seat. 

Jake's door flew open, jogging with a jacket clutched in hand. Your eyes widened as he got closer to you, wrapping you up in his jacket. 

By the time he reached you, his hair was drenched, now a more dull golden hue. His charm remained, unfortunately, in the city’s downpour. 

“Come on sweets, let's get you inside.” Your mouth parted slightly. The sight of his shirt clinging to his biceps and broad shoulders, and the subtle scent of sweat, his natural musk, and rain almost made you miss his statement. 

His rich jade eyes traced the soft reflection of the street light off of your soaked hair, to your smudged make up, to the drenched portions of your dress and jacket to your slight shiver you were evidently trying to repress. 

His lips curved into a slight frown. You didn't deserve to be treated this way on a date. Especially not when you looked so-

His eyes returned to your deep brown ones, undertoned by your smudged mascara, finding them already on his; sharper than a moment ago, daring him to pity you. 

He carefully wrapped his jacket tighter around your shoulders, guiding you to the passenger door of his truck, headlights still blinding, and refracting with the incoming rain.

The car ride was silent except for the quiet sounds from the radio. Jake would take occasional glances your way at stop lights, but your gaze remained on the road ahead; head leaned against the side rest of his car, body still wrapped in his jacket. You had to stop yourself from unintentionally cocooning yourself deeper into it. 

“You want me to drop you off at your apartment?” 

You glanced at him, “yeah.” 

His frown curved deeper. Your tone lacked the usual spitfire attitude you always bared him, instead replaced by a sense of accepted defeat. A few beats of silence passed before Jake cleared his throat. “This Dylan guy must've been some date…you want to talk about it?” Your lip quirked up a bit. His name was Derrick, but you didn't have the heart to correct him. 

You adjusted closer to the side of the passenger seat, leaning your head on the window. 

“Not really.” 

There was that same defeated tone again, the one that made Jake's heartache in a way he had never felt before for you. Or for anyone for that matter. 

Jake brought his truck from a coast to a stop in front of your apartment building. His comforting gaze settled on your face, gaze still avoiding his. “Thanks for the ride home.” Your cherrywood eyes met his, giving him a tight smile before grabbing your purse, soaked coat, and leaving his jacket on the leather seat. His frown deepened, jaw tensing a bit as he watched you open his truck door. How dare this pathetic excuse of a man bring you to this state, a complete 180 to how he saw you every day since he met you. 

“Wait,” you looked back towards him, expecting some usual hangman-esque comment that would surely make you throw your soaked shoe at him. “Look, Hangman, I appreciate the ride home, but I'm not in the mood to sleep with you as a ‘thank you’.” His eyebrows pinched. Did you really think that low of him? And in that same defeated tone? “That,” he sighed, “that’s not what I was going to say,” he reassured, pushing his hair back with his hand. Opposing hand still on the steering wheel, watch gleaming in the glow of the radio. 

“Let me buy you some food and a drink, I know you like the Cajun fries at that bar downtown.” 

You were taken aback by the offer. Frankly, you weren't in the mood if this was a joke. “It'd be my treat,” he lightly pressed with a comforting tone. You bit the inside of your lip, examining his face for any sign of ill intent, but you found nothing in his warm sea glass eyes or the defined features of his nose and jaw. 

Cajun fries sounded nice. 

Really nice.

And a drink sounded even better. 

“Plus, I heard your stomach grumbling so you can't lie to me.”  A smile almost broke out across your lips. 

Almost. 

“I don't know, Hang,” you sighed.  The thought of snuggling up on your couch in a warm blanket, with a pint of ice cream and watching some trash reality show sounded appealing. But you were hungry and you had yet to go grocery shopping. And you had no booze.

“I promise, I'll make it worth your while…” 

You bit your lip, “a drink does sound really nice…”

His lips twitched into a smile, eyes twinkling. 

“Don't make me regret this, Hang…”the familiar spark in your voice slowly returned, making his heart skip a beat, “let me just change shoes first.” You grimaced as you remembered just how soaked your shoes were as the rain finally let up. 

“Wouldn't dream of it, Sweets,” he reassured as you left him towards your front door, a concealed smile on your face that cracked with each stride to your door. He let his eyes skim from your bare back to your concealed hips with an appreciative gaze as the red material of your dress flowed around your bare thighs. His view closed off as you shut your front door. 

You let your eyes drift across the interior of the bar at your booth, leaning your cheek on your hand. Jake had left you at the booth to get you a drink. You tried to give him a request, but he left before he could hear you. At least whatever concoction he brought you would be free. You let your eyes drift shut, listening to the sound of the bar top and the music player in the corner. 

“One Tia Maria Espresso Martini for the lovely lady, and the fries are on their way.” You opened your eyes to see the almost onyx colored elixir with a layer of frothy foam in the glass, a triage of espresso beans that looked almost weightless on the foam layer. 

How did he know this was your favorite? You had never ordered them at Penny’s since she didn't have Tia Maria. You looked at him, eyebrows raised, expecting some sort of explanation for how he knew about this. 

“I remember you tried to order one of these at Penny's and thought you'd like it,” he said with a subtle tone of shyness, like he was apprehensive that he had overstepped, making your eyebrows knit together.

“I don't fully understand why you like them,” he teased, stirring his whiskey on the rocks in his glass, an effortlessly charming smile beginning to form on his lips, “but it makes sense.” 

Your eyes narrowed at his playful ones, “what's that supposed to mean?” 

He leaned back against the booth, eyes tracing the pretty features of your face and caramel skin tone, the neon lights above your seat adding to the gleam of your wavy, soft, dark hair. 

Taking a sip from his glass, you tried to focus on his face and not the subtle bob of his adam’s apple as he took a warming sip of the amber liquid. 

“You're kind of an acquired taste,” he took another sip, “bitter, but have a sweet side deep down.” Your eyes narrowed, “I'm not an acquired taste, you're just annoying and insufferable 99% of the time, so you never see my sweet side,” you clipped, eyes slowly sharpening. His lip quirked. To anyone else it would seem like you hated his guts. But he knew better, knew you better. He playfully put his hand over his heart, “Oh, Sweets, annoying and insufferable? You wound me.”  You rolled your eyes, a smile slipping around the rim of your martini glass. The bittersweet elixir flowing down your throat. His grin widened, “there's that smile,” he teased. Before you could quip him back, the root of your culinary desire was placed on the table with a soft tap and a gentle "enjoy" from the waitress. The savory, warm smell of the spices and fries almost made you moan, only now realizing just how hungry you were. You had left your date just as you were barely through your starting salad. 

“Easy there, Sweets, don't want you to choke,” he teased, giving you a wink.

You rolled your eyes at the poorly disguised innuendo, “don't tell me how to eat my fries, Bagman.” 

He barely held back his laugh at what was essentially a growl. He contemplated telling you that technically they were his fries, but he opted to keep them to himself. If having three sisters had taught him anything, it's to never get between a woman and her food. 

A comfortable silence fell over the table as he glanced around the bar and back to you, still picking at your fries. Eyes tracing over the defined round edges of your sinful red colored nails that he tried to not think about how they would feel pressed into his shoulder blades, to your necklace that dipped teasingly between your breasts. The subtle rise of your chest. The sprinkle of freckles and gentle flutter of your eyelashes on your cheeks. The touched-up mascara on your eyelashes. The soft flush of your cheeks. The cute curve of your nose. The gentle slope of your lips. 

“You listening?”

His eyes shot to your own, his face a bit pink after having been caught. 

“Of course, Sweets,” 

Your eyes narrowed as you put your fry down in the basket, scoffing. 

“I asked,” you leaned forward, arms crossing on the table, his eyes doing their damnedest to not dart down to your cleavage, “why you brought me here, because I don't buy it was only because my stomach was making noises.”

Your tone wasn't sharp or accusatory, but it still put him a bit on edge. 

He took a deep breath through his nose, trying to get comfortable in his seat. You had a habit of putting him on edge, but in a way that made him crave more. It was almost adrenaline inducing. 

“Just wanted to treat you a little, that not allowed?” 

His collected, charismatic answer made you narrow your eyes. 

“You're not a very good liar.”

His lip quirked into a grin, diverting his gaze down to his empty glass before bringing his warm eyes up to your own again. His grin settling into a thin line. It wasn't exactly a lie.

“I didn't want you to wallow on your couch thinking about that Danny guy. You don't deserve to feel that way.” 

Your eyebrows rose, lip quirking. That definitely wasn't the answer you were expecting and it was still the wrong name, again. 

His eyes dart away from yours to the bar top. Clearing his throat, “you want another martini?”

You blink, breaking your thoughts, toying with the empty glass,  “yeah, I'll take another.”

Your eyes followed the way his body moved under his button up shirt that exposed a delicious amount of chest hair, and his worn, rich burnt sienna leather jacket. The way his stride exuded a rare sense of carefree confidence. The broadness of his shoulders under his jacket. The thickness of his fingers around the delicate glass of your martini. The way his golden locks of hair reflected the overhead lights of the bar and various neon signs on the wall you both were seated at. 

It made you almost forget that you knew what it felt like to have his bare skin against your own. It made you forget, for just a moment, that you’d been fucking this man with no strings attached. 

“Here you are, Sweets,”His smooth drawl derailed your train of thought that would have surely made you clench your thighs. 

He placed the martini on the table with an almost silent clank against the table, eyes bright and playful, the rich green color added by the neon cloverleaf above his head. 

Your lip quirked, “thank you…. You know I don't like it when you call me, Sweets, Hang.”

A smirk grew on his lips, “I think it suits you,” his gentle gaze on yours. 

You scowled, trying to repress the smile that threatened to break through. He didn't need more encouragement to call you these…you wanted to say demeaning titles, but that felt a bit cruel. It was more like a pet name, a source of teasing that wore your nerves down faster than any other trick he had in his well developed arsenal. He'd always been something akin to a wart. Once you caught him, he was hard to leave. 

“Fries any good?”

You looked down to the near-empty basket to his teasing features.  A small smile broke through as you gently pushed the basket to him. After all, he did pay for them.

You watched as he took a few and brought them between his perfect teeth, eyes darting between the sight of him dipping a few more in ketchup, to picking at your red manicured nails. A comfortable silence fell over the table and quiet conversation followed, from what plans were set for their work colleagues to hang out next, to whether Bob was going to ask Admiral Simpson’s new secretary out.

“I don’t think he’s gonna do it.” Jake said confidently as he leaned back against the booth, his arm over the back, his other hand holding his near empty glass of whiskey. Your eyebrows rose, feeling a bit more loose and warm since first sitting down, mostly attributed to the fact you were finishing up your third martini. You cracked a smile, eyes comfortably heavy, “you don’t know Floyd very well then.” His eyebrows rose, encouraging you to go on. You leaned forward, eyes bright and intense, just how Jake liked them, “you do know what Bob stands for don’t you?” His lip quirked, eyes bright and mirthful, “of course, baby on board.” You took a sip from your glass, rolling your eyes at his typical cocksure tone, “No, it stands for…” His brow quirked waiting for you to finish, his grin starting to form as he watched your eyes dance across the ceiling looking for the words in your impaired state. 

You leaned forward closer across the table, putting your pointer fingers up, biting at the inside of your cheek, losing your battle with the grin that wanted to gleam on your face, “it stands for Big Ol’ Balls.” His own laughter bubbled up in his throat as he watched you crumble into near hysterics at what had just left your mouth. 

His laughter settled while yours continued, failing to do anything else but just listen to the sweet noise. He had heard your laugh before, but he’d never had any significant part of bringing it out of you. He let a smile grace his lips at the sweet noise. As your laughter died down, he let his eyes wander to the jukebox in the corner and the thinning out crowd at the bar. He bit the inside of his cheek, the creases of his forehead showing as he listened to the song emulating from the speakers. 

“Do you wanna dance?” Jake asks, not fully thinking about the question. 

Your espresso martini almost did a full stop in your throat. Tonight had been a series of firsts with Hangman; sharing fries, him buying you drinks, and seeing you in your romantic element. Dancing together was an oddly intimate first. Sure, you’d both fucked each other’s brains out almost every other day, but dancing, well, dancing was something that seemed to be a step further than that. It didn’t involve a physical closeness attributed to taking your frustrations out on each other; it was two people flowing together, not trying to wrack each other’s physical resolve. It completely contradicted the original purpose of getting physically close to this insufferable, arrogant man; an outlet for pent up frustration through deeply satisfying, carnal escapades. 

Before you could stop yourself, you nodded. 

He rose up out of the booth first with a squeak, offering you his hand. Your deep brown eyes looking up at him, then darting to his outstretched hand, your lips parting. 

This was new, uncharted territory.

“I promise I won’t bite,” he reassured with a smile. He tried to not think about the way your red dress hugged your curves so deliciously, or how your cleavage almost spilled over the top of your garment. You had already had three martinis, and were definitely feeling the effects of them. He didn’t want to make you feel pressured into anything that you both typically took part in when you were this close physically. But he still wanted to be close to you. 

You bit the inside of your lip and, for reasons only God could tell you, you took his hand. 

He led you to the corner near the jukebox that was otherwise mostly emptied out. The beginning of England Dan and John Ford Coley’s I'd really love to see you tonight flowed from the speakers as Jake settled his hands on your waist, your own apprehensively around his neck, keeping your body upright as you let the initial beats flow through you in your relaxed state. His evergreen eyes traced over your melted brown ones, admiring the subtle flush of your cheeks to your low, lidded eyes. 

Hello, yeah, it's been a while

Not much, how about you?

Your eyes darted around his face, avoiding his eyes that seemed to solely focus on your own. His hands squeezed your hips. In attraction or comfort, you couldn’t quite tell. 

I'm not sure why I called

I guess I really just wanted to talk to you

You should have felt more alarmed by the close proximity and unorthodox reason behind it, but, and you didn’t want to admit it, the proximity felt nice. Maybe it was because of the drinks? It had to be  because of the drinks.

And I was thinking maybe later on

We could get together for a while

One of his hands left your hip to softly, ever so softly, to lift your chin up to meet his eyes. “What are you getting shy about?” The gentle smirk on his lips paired perfectly with his rich green eyes.

It's been such a long time

And I really do miss your smile

You swallowed, eyes trapped in a jade coated trance. “I think I just had too much to drink.” His lip quirked at your soft, almost whispered tone, holding you as you both swayed to the music. He knew you could hold more alcohol, but didn’t press. 

I'm not talking about moving in

And I don't want to change your life

He brought you closer to him, resting his head against the side of your own. Savoring the soft smell of citrus from your hair and the warm skin of your lower back against the palm of his hand, and the silk texture of your hand in his own. 

But there's a warm wind blowing, the stars are out

And I'd really love to see you tonight

This felt like the most alien and natural thing he had done with you. It almost made him forget that within only the last few hours, he was fucking you against the hunter green lockers, feeling you cum on his cock. 

We could go walking through a windy park

Or take a drive along the beach

He tried to not ruin the delicate moment he was having with you, and he figured his dick pressing into you might make you forget about all the good the night has brought between you two. A larger part of him than he cared to admit didn’t want to go back to the no-strings-attached arrangement he’d had with you for the past few months. 

Or stay at home and watch TV

You see it really doesn't matter much to me

He wanted more moments like this with you. But he could feel the apprehension that, as much as he didn’t want to admit, was mostly attributed to his reputation. In the months since first feeling you fall apart under him, he hadn’t slept with anyone else. Not even the desperate tag chasers in form-fitting maxi dresses at the Hard Deck. And that had to count for something. 

I'm not talking about moving in

And I don't want to change your life

He couldn’t help the pang in his chest; you were definitely open to dating other men. Could he really change your mind about him? 

But there's a warm wind blowing, the stars are out

And I'd really love to see you tonight

You had to admit, if someone had told you months ago that you would be slow dancing with Hangman in a nearly empty bar, and you wouldn't be trying to claw his throat out, you would have told them they’d been breathing in too much jet fuel. As much as you hated to admit it, it felt nice and, dare say, comforting being here with him. 

I won't ask for promises

So you don't have to lie

The soft texture of his jacket, warm hold, and soothing scent around his neck made you sigh. It was different from his usual mix of jet fuel, sweat, bergamot, and cedarwood. A part of you really hated how anything looked good on him and that he smelled amazing in whatever scent wafted off of him. 

We've both played that game before

Say I love you and say goodbye

“I’m sorry your date didn’t go well tonight,” You gently leaned back from his head, eyes meeting his own. Your eyes drooped comfortably as you looked over his face, trying to detect any sense of pity or ridicule. But all you found were warm, soulful, malachite eyes looking back into your burnt sienna ones under the neon lights. If your mind was clearer, you’d say it was romantic. But this was Hangman, and what he did best was no-commitment hookups in the dead of night. Not romance. It would take more than three martinis to make you forget that. 

I'm not talking about moving in

And I don't want to change your life

“Yeah, me too,” you muttered before leaning your head back on his shoulder. He swallowed gently, afraid that the movement would disturb you. 

But there's a warm wind blowing, the stars are out

And I'd really love to see you tonight

Jake continued to hold you close as slow songs continued to ebb and flow from the speaker, one after the other; trying to not let his mind drift to how this would play out tomorrow in your more sober mind, until he could feel your weight grow heavier against his body as you swayed gently. 

“Hey, Sweets,” he whispered against your hair. You hummed, eyes fluttered closed. “I should get you home.” You hummed in agreement, not having the strength to fight him on the pet name. Your sequoia-colored eyes peeking open, making him smile. 

He settled the tab, placing his leather jacket around your shoulders that wrapped you in warmth and the soothing smell of cedarwood and cinnamon. 

He walked you back to his truck, opening the door for you and making sure you were settled before closing the door. 

The car ride back was silent as you tried to stay awake, listening to the slow country song on the radio, your eyes drifting shut. The smooth stall of the truck made your eyes flutter open. Jake gently reached out to you, gingerly rubbing the knuckle of his forefinger against your exposed forearm to get your attention. You flinched at the unexpected, soft, almost non-existent contact, body tensing. “We’re here, Sweets,” his gentle tone letting your body ease back into the seat. 

Before your mind thought to open the door, he was already on the other side opening it for you, and offering you his hand to step down. It was truly unfair how good he looked under the streetlights outside your apartment, with his unbuttoned shirt, sunglasses hooked in the front, and slightly disheveled hair. It made you wonder how you came to hate this man in the first place. But then again, hate was a strong word and maybe he didn’t deserve to have it placed on him. Maybe it was only because of the three espresso martinis he bought you, tinting your vision of who he was tonight. 

Jake didn’t ask if you wanted him to walk you to your door. He held your hand gently in a way that seemed unusual for him as he walked with you up the stone steps to your front door. “Thanks for tonight. I really needed it.” His face broke out into a soft, sincere smile, “anytime, Cherry.” Your lips tugged into a smile, diverting your eyes to the house keys in your hand. His eyes couldn't stop drawing to the strand of dark hair that kept getting in your eyes. Your gaze shot to him as he let his forefinger sweep the hair behind your ear. 

“You deserve to have fun every once in a while.”He murmured, eyes tracing over the fine features of your face and the rich color of your hair under the porch light. His soft eyes brought a certain warmth that you'd never experienced with him. 

You gave him a smile, as you fiddled with your keys, fighting off the blush that threatened to break through. 

“Do you think,” you swallowed, “that you could not tell anyone about my really shitty date?” Jake, putting on a small smile, nodded, “yeah, of course, Sweets. I mean, I think I did a pretty good job at rectifying the experience.” 

His gentle, carefree smirk made your lip tip up into a small smile and shake your head. 

You let go of his hand, resisting to admit that you missed the contact already. 

“I’ll see you on Monday, Hang,” you bid farewell. 

He watched with a gentle smile and warm eyes as you closed the door behind you, giving him a soft wave. 

His lips pursed, morphing back into a smile as he walked back to his truck. The night seemed to fulfill him more than all of your trysts combined.

It had to count for something that you didn't ask him to never mention your... date? if he could even call it that...

You leaned back against your shut front door, a smile on your lips that he had never brought past your lips. 

Maybe it was only because of the three espresso martinis and this haze would lift in the morning, and he’d go back to being Hangman. 

Or maybe, just maybe, he truly wasn't as bad as you thought. 

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[the-kr8tor]

OKAY I JUST WANNA SAY IM NOW BIBLICALLY OBSESSED W COWBOY HOBIE

AND NOW I NEED COWBOY HOBIE DOING THE HAT RULE WITH THE READER THANK YOU AND GOOD NIGTH

This prompt got me giggling and kicking my legs 😍😍😍 thank you, ly ❤️

Pairing: Cowboy! Hobie Brown x fem! Reader

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, Cowboy AU, Western AU, CW drinking, CW suggestive, lovestruck Hobie, FLUFF.

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Watching you attempt to square dance is like watching a chicken run without its head.

Hobie watches you with a smile hidden behind his glass, amber liquid sloshing inside. It's his first glass of the night and he's sure he won't be needing another one when he's already drunk off of you. On any day he would've finished the entire drink in less than a minute or two, but his eyes and lips have been occupied with watching and smiling at your plucky dancing.

The bar is incredibly crowded, smoke from cigars invading his nostrils, music blaring in his ears. And the dance floor is completely full but that doesn't stop you from twirling all over the polished wooden floors; giggling and smiling at your friend who's trying her best to keep you from smacking someone on the face with your wild limbs. Hobie blames all the sugar from the sweet tea you've been consuming.

He places his glass next to your guarded ones, his palm never left the rim of it, determined to keep you safe. Chuckling, you make your way back to him, sweat covering your forehead, breathing heavily from all the dancing. Despite all these, the giddy smile on your lips never left.

“I'm back!” You stop in front of him, all smiles and skin warm. The yellow overhead lights make your eyes sparkle, like a man dying of thirst, he can't help but drink all of you.

“I can see that.” Hobie casually pulls you in by your jean belt loops, knees knocking on his own. “Had fun?” he looks at you through his lashes, eyes crinkling in the corners.

“Mm-hmm!” You nod fervently, he stops your movements with his hand on your jaw before you make yourself dizzy. Your cheeks are incredibly warm. “Thank you for bringing me here, neighbor.”

He chuckles deeply, eyes never leaving yours. “Shit, we're still on those terms after everythin’ we've been through? Do I have to make myself clearer or does velvet need to push us together again?”

“Making the horse do all the work again.” You click your tongue without malice. He has no idea how but he grins wider. Holding to the lapels of his old leather jacket, you lean closer to his touch.

“Dance with me? Please?” You blink your pretty eyes for emphasis.

Hobie cranes his neck closer to your face, breath fanning across your lips. You close your eyes, waiting for the sweetest thing to graze your lips.

“Nah.”

You open your eyes to a smirking Hobie, he takes a sip of his drink, teasing eyes staring at your flustered face.

You scoff, blinking rapidly. “The nerve.”

“I told you I don't dance.”

“Is that so?” With a burst of confidence and adrenaline still coursing through you, your hand flies quickly to his hat, taking it off from his head to place it on your own. “Look at me I'm Hobie Brown and I don't dance. See? That's you. Ridiculous, I know you can dance.”

Hobie closes his eyes for a second before downing his entire drink in one gulp. With an exhale, he squeezes your hips. “You'll be the death of me, love.” he flicks the brim of his hat to see your eyes better. “You have no idea what you've done do you?”

You smile sweetly, leaning closer, taunting him. “What if I do know? What are you gonna do, cowboy?”

For the first time since you've known Hobie, he stutters. “H-home, I'll go home” he clears his throat, composure coming back to his senses. “Maybe you'll join me. Only if you want to.”

“After everything we've been through,” You copy his own words. “do you think I'd say no?”

Hobie smiles, coiling his finger around your belt loops, leading you out of the crowded bar. His hat is still on your head, holding on to his wrist, you let him guide you.

[zarvasace]

Shatterproof four splitting and all the colors spend their day with different other links? Maybe Blue with Wind and Wild, Vio with Wars and Hyrule, Red with Time and Legend and Green with Sky and Twillight! (just suggestions, you can mix and match them up maybe?)

I like these suggestions! :)

Just under 1k words—

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“On your mark,” Wind says, “get set…”

Blue glares at the grassy ground, his muscles taut and brimming with energy. It's been several long weeks since Four split, and he's pent-up. Beside him, Wild’s heel shifts against the ground. 

“Go!” Wind slashes his hand through the air, and Blue and Wild take off. 

The route isn’t long, just across the clearing and back, so Blue is optimistic. It feels so good to stretch out, even if his pain is at a mid-level today. His feet pound against the tall grass and the hard dirt beneath, and though he tries, Wild pulls ahead. 

On the way back, Blue’s foot catches in a divot, and he goes sprawling. He scrapes his elbows but manages to stop himself before he flies too far. The world stops rolling. He stares up at the cloudy sky and sighs. 

Wild skids to a stop. “Blue! You okay?” 

“Fine,” Blue calls back, rolling up to sitting. And then, with a secret thrill of joy that he would never hold over any of the others’ heads, even if they know he feels it, he stands up. “I think I'm just out of practice. And your legs are longer anyway, freak, so you have an unfair advantage!” 

“Hey,” Wild protests, but he laughs. He hasn't made it to the other end of the clearing yet, worried for Blue. Wind raises his eyebrows when he meets Blue’s eyes. 

Blue walks calmly over, letting himself limp just a little. He laughs along with Wild. “It's just been a while since I ran, that's all.”

“Yeah, okay, I'll give you that,” Wild shrugs. 

And then Blue takes off again. He runs the last five or six steps to their designated finish line. “HA! I WON!” 

“Now that's unfair!” Wild says, jogging over. 

Wind collapses into laughter. 

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At this point, after so many lessons and a lot of practice, Vio is only slightly better at signing than Hyrule. He's very happy for Hyrule, of course, but it does rankle his pride just a little, so he takes up Warriors on his invitation and joins the next little lesson. 

As he observes Warriors and Hyrule have a half-silent conversation, it becomes obvious that their communication is less about learning actual sign words or grammar and more about figuring out how to adapt it for the two of them. Everything Warriors says has to be in contact with Hyrule’s skin, one way or another, so Vio doesn't catch most of that. 

But Hyrule’s signs are pretty normal, since Warriors can see them, except for one thing. 

“That—” Vio starts, then bites his tongue.

“What?” Hyrule says. “Was that wrong?” 

“Um, only in that your spelling is… off.”

“It doesn't matter,” Warriors shrugs, hands flying. “I've figured out his phonetics.”

Vio makes a face. “Wars says it doesn't matter, he knows what you're saying anyway, but the perfectionist in me is frustrated.”

Hyrule laughs. “Sorry. I haven’t ever, you know, learned letters before. I figured I was getting some of it wrong.”

“You know,” Vio says thoughtfully, thinking back to his books at home, “I know there's a type of writing that was developed by people with low vision. I don't know much about it, but I know it exists in my time. I wonder if we could find some of it.”

“Oooooh,” Hyrule says, his eyes widening. 

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Red picks another dandelion at the base of its stem, close to the ground. “And then you use your fingernail to make a little slit by the flower, like this! You can't make it too big, though.” He demonstrates, smiling at the way both Time and Legend lean in to see better. 

“And then…” He slides the stem of his next dandelion through the hole in the first. “Ta da!” 

“So pretty similar to a normal wildflower chain,” Legend says, copying Red and starting a dandelion chain of his own. “Do you ever put knots in it?” 

Red hums, considering. “No, I think these stems would break. They're tough but don't bend very well.”

“Sort of like Legend,” Time says, smiling. 

Legend huffs, but he can't hide the little smile of his own. “Sure. Whatever.” 

When Red finishes his dandelion chain, he loops it around into a crown and drops it right on Legend’s fluffy head. Legend returns the favor, putting his own dandelion chain on Red’s head, except it's a bit too wide, and it falls to his neck instead. 

Legend’s snort-laugh starts off a round of laughter that Red and Time can't easily shake. 

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Twilight pulls out the shopping list again, adjusting his hold on the bag that sits over one shoulder as he does so. “So is that everything?” 

“Hm?” Sky says, looking back over at Twilight. “Oh. Yes. I think so.”

Green catches up, weighed down a little by a supply pack of his own on his back and the fact that even using crutches, he’s a bit short. “Wait, no, Wind needs a belt, and I need some more brass rivets.” 

Sky snaps his fingers. “Right, rivets! Hey, Wind didn't say anything about a belt… did he?” He glances at Twilight, who shakes his head.

“Wars keeps inventory,” Green explains. “And I noticed.”

Twilight puts away the shopping list. “Sounds like a trip to the leatherworks, then.”

Green eyes Twilight as he passes. “You could use a new sword belt, too. Let's see if they have anything with the D-rings. If not, I'll make one.” 

“Thanks, Green. What would we do without you?"

"Suffer."

[tutanchanup]

@elin-moon had inspired me that it's okay to also share unfinished art. Thank you for that! 👍

So I thought that maybe I can finally post that painting that my profile pic comes from (nah Im kidding it was a selfie all along, this is how I look like, I am Dracula incarnate who discovered Tumblr 😝), since I'm not sure if I'll manage to finish it in this century.

It's an unfinished piece. Actually the first one I've ever done on a digital tablet, so it's been an experiment from the start.

I tried to copy the style of Anthony Van Dyck's "Portrait of a Man in Armour with Red Scarf", merge it with a stock photo of a man in armour in different pose, and on top of it all attemp to paint Vlad's face how I imagined it.

It was quite a challenge, especially given that I had no reference for the face, and the lighting and colour saturation in Baroque paintings is very special, so that was a wild ride, trying to figure out how would this strange light work on a imaginary face! I'm still not sure if I'm satisfied with it or not 😅

Then later I got stuck on how to merge the two pictures of men in armour together, since I liked the lighting in Van Dyck's painting but wanted to use the pose for the arms from the other photo. I found out that maybe I'll have to just make up some parts of the armour and its lighting, and that's when I realised I don't really know how to paint armour and the way the light scatters there without any reference whatsoever, so I postponed the piece until I learn how to do that...

So in the meantime I have been training painting armour, and maybe one day, when I'll understand the physics of how the light scatters there, I'll be able to draw it without reference, just from memory, realistically... And when that day comes, I might return to this piece.

But don't worry, thanks to that I have done some realistic paintings of Vlad in armour which you can await later 😉 (I just love painting this man, so he's became my lab rat when it comes to learning new things to paint 😄) sorry Măria Ta 😅

Also the colour in the Baroque portraits is just crazy... The men regularly look like they're wearing lipstick, the colours are so bright 😅. But it was fun trying to do some other style than my usual one 😄. I'm not sure how well I did, but it was fun anyway 😆

Also this piece was almost lost, since the tablet broke down and I was left with only the image I had saved somewhere, but with no layers. Since it already went though such hardship, I decided to be merciful and maybe let it see the light of the world, even unfinished, because what good will it ever do lying in the depths of my drawer... 😄

Why did I try to paint Vlad, who lived in the 15th century, in the style from the 17th century? I dunno 😆 I just like drawing him, and I liked that Van Dyck's painting 😅.

Anyway, if you like it, enjoy, if you don't, then... don't enjoy? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Here's the Anthony Van Dyck's painting:

"Portrait of a Man in Armour with Red Scarf"

[moongoopy]

The Fingernail Issue

c: gojo wasn't told of toji having a sibling leading him to wonder what kind of brother toji fushiguro was

c/w: Reader is adopted here, modern au, fluff, Toji's family are not a bunch of assholes, Reader is Toji's adoptive sibling, platonic and crack and humour ig

a/n: thought about this while making potato chips

"You have a sibling!? Why haven't you told us?"

"There was no need."

Toji slurped his noodles, ignoring the groan that he got from Gojo Satoru. Being in the same club with Gojo Satoru and a few other extras proved to be quite fun. He thought joining the basketball club with egocentric people would be infuriating but in this little group he managed to make friends suprisingly. He let Sukuna take his shrimp while he shrugs, right now; Gojo was quite adamant on getting to know his kid sibling that was in the same school as him, just two grades lower than him.

Geto slips in a joke if he wanted to court them or something since the white haired male next to him who was currently miming a camera with his two hands. Just the thought of another Fushiguro gave him the heebie jeebies, he was already offputting with how crass his personality was, his sibling would probably be the same. He gagged to Geto's comment, his hand on his chin when he thought about it.

"Unless, your sibling isn't a carbon copy of you and is way more better than you.."

Sukuna waved his hand to deny that sentence with a smirk and it received a nudge from Toji, they had this whispering thing they had going on to keep secrets away from Gojo and they giggle like two middle schoolers finding out about a dirty secret.

"Oh so you've met them, Ryoumen?" Nanami sipped his coffee, he had his notebook infront of him, consistently taking notes since he'd miss a day of school and its already biting him in the ass. The pink haired male shrugged, copying the same move as his friend that made Gojo click his tongue to.

"If you don't like them, why are you even curious?"

Gojo defended himself, "Its not that I dont like them, I barely met them. Its just that.."

Without noticing he painted an image of you even before seeing you in the flesh so maybe you weren't that bad. Gojo just cant imagine Toji having a sibling, would he be a doting brother? A strict one? Geto had stated stuff about dating and he barely batted an eye so it looked like to Gojo that Toji didnt really care about you but the next words that Toji said irked him.

"You look like you have a lot on your mind, Gojo. Mind sharing?"

Toji finished his noodles but thought of leaving some of the soup at the bottom, thats where all the seasonings sink to. Knocking his chopsticks into the bowl, he leaned forward to hear what Gojo had say. Gojo was the type to walk past the obvious and it was funny. Seeing THE Gojo Satoru struggle was entertaining.

"Nah, I'm good, I'll just see them myself." He bit on his lollipop, crunching up the last bits down his throat.

"Good luck finding them then," The black haired man got up from his seat with his tray and Gojo gasped. He hasn't even finished asking questions but knowing him, he loved avoiding questions like some personal torture he lets people go through.

"I'm bringing my mom to the clinic so I gotta run," Toji gruffly said, grabbing his jacket and he was so fast to slip away.

"Hey! Are you sure you're not using that as an excuse again? Me and Suguru legit saw Mrs. Fushiguro doing laps the other day!"

"Even did some cardio too.." Geto chuckled, remembering how Toji's mom proudly confessed how she had done a lot of stuff in one day. It made him smile while Gojo was sulking like a poodle beside him. Sukuna cleared his throat from eating and cleaned his plates up. He glanced at Gojo mischeviously.

"Well.. if you want to know one thing.." Sukuna dragged the silence a little longer before chuckling. "They're a bit of the same."

Sukuna too walks away, waving slyly to meet up for practise soon and Gojo scoffed. That sleazy bastard thought that information on you was new.

"That was sooo lame."

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Toji had his hands on the wheel, listening to his mother talk about what should they have for dinner. In between talking about your favourites and if his dad was gonna come home, she recalled the days where you first came home.

Mama Fushiguro liked recalling this a lot and when many people were bored by this tale by now, Toji showed interest. He didn't admit though when he finally had a kid sibling in his house, he was actually pretty elated. The house was quiet on its own with himself but with you, it was like he had a friend.

When you are adopted, his peace wasn't disrupted at all but it was like yours was. You were in a completely new environment but not unfamiliar. You had been fostered before but he didn't pry into your past, there was no need to he thinks. It was normal for you to be distant even if his parents try to pry you out your shell like a cat with its nails stuck on the walls. You claw back to your comfort and wasn't all that talkative.

He didn't force you to talk or advise you on anything because it was clear you could handle yourself, you just like to keep to yourself more than his parents. But knowing this doesn't make the bond between you and him all the more stumped. He did attempted to eventhough his mother would nag about how it was barely anything; calling you down for dinner wasn't talking and hell, task dividing either!

Going to the same college didn't made you two any closer. He thought asking you about school was corny and didn't bother, he didn't really think much of it. By the tired look in your face, it was more than enough to know what you've been through but he was sure you stayed out of trouble because he made sure of that.

He took his usual route back to the car but realise you were a bit late. You weren't usually tardy, he was and even so you would still wait for him out of courtesy. He spun back around and thought of fetching you in an instant. Maybe now was the time he would open his mouth and talk to you.

There was a bit of a ruckus in one of the classrooms. If he didn't had sharp ears then he would've walked right past but that was one of the subject classes you attend and peeped in.

It was horrid.

He saw a bunch of hooligans messing up your notebooks and scraping it against the ground with their shoes. He recognized some of them as they squat at your level and taunt you.

It was some people in his fan club or whatever and he heard bits of how someone this puny couldn't be his sibling. You were clutching onto a bag and it wasn't just your bag that you were concerned of, the laptop that his parents gave were in it and the bag slides clean off and you were only protecting the laptop with your life. You didn't mind your keychains being ripped off and tossed about but amongst the stomping, the laptop was clutched tightly in your arms.

"Hey!"

His shout boomed across the room, shocking even you. You looked up to see your brother and he looked about ready to rip into the bullies with his bare hands. The group turned pale when they saw that their idol had caught them in the act of tormenting his little sibling and bit their tongue as their knees wobble.

The details of the lecture/threat of Toji wasn't heard as your ears buzz with fear. His touch made you snap back to reality, his rough hands helping you up gently and you wobble in your place.

"Holy shit.." You exclaimed in a huff to which he looked at you in an instant.

"You're really fucking loud when you're mad."

Silence settled to which the both of you laughed at in few seconds. This was the first time you didn't feel akward and commented so honestly. He patted your back and pick up your stuff, though soiled; atleast you were only shaken but unharmed.

The walk back to the car came naturally albeit a bit of limping in your step, you had twisted your ankle while running to catch the laptop before the others did and it sparked hellfire in Toji. His main priority now is atleast offering a crumb of comfort and heard out your reasoning for portecting a device rather than your skull.

"We could always buy you a new laptop,"

"I like the one now."

"Its not worth it breaking your skull in to protect it though."

To be honest, it wasn't about liking it. Just the big smiles on your adoptive parents' faces when they urged you to open the gift they bought you, it made your eyes all teary.

You weren't adopted before but you had to go through mean foster parents that had too much on their hands and that led to negliance to your needs. That led to several arguments and got you sent to the adoption center and it broke you, just the thought of connecting with another family made you numb.

But this family was so gentle with you. Even when you showed that there was no need for such kindness yet it wasn't that they coaxed you out of your shell but that they were so tender through their actions.

Toji notices the tears and scratches the back of his neck, he didn't read this in the big brother dummy book to know what to do if his little sibling cries. You had a distant look in your eyes before you realised you had reached the car with him.

Thankfully, both parents didn't notice the missing schoolbag or the agitated state that you're in. They were all smiles and Mamaguro was powdering on her face so it meant a family outing tonight.

You couldn't help but panic when you try to think of an explanation of your missing bag but Toji butted in on his parents conversations.

"Hey, Y/N wanted some ice cream before dinner, is that okay?"

Toji blurted out all of a sudden and you so badly wanted to deny it but he dug a deeper hole for you when the two agreed so quickly. They were excited that you finally requested something in a while and the car swerved to the nearest convenience store. Your brother adjusted himself in his seat, taking out his earphones and leaned a bit closer so the two infront won't hear.

"No worries, there's a store that sells bags beside the convenience store."

You huffed out a breath, your mouth feeling so dry and nodded to his words. He was a life saver.

Toji remembered how jittery you were when he suddenly made up some shit about you wanting ice cream that he couldn't help but chuckle outloud. The light from your eyes almost dimmed when you thought he would snitch on you. He parked close to the clinic, turning his back to grab an umbrella incase it rained. His mom pouted to his sudden chuckle and sighed.

"What are you laughing for? You're not ditching practise, yknow? You're going after you send me off at the clinic."

"Huh?" His mom showed a text conversation between her and Geto and scoffed. The lengths that man bun would go to have him show up at practise. That damn milf hunter-

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"Hands up if your name is Y/N Fushiguro!!!" The class erupted in some noise upon seeing the popular duo stand near the doors of their class. When you heard your name being called, you reluctantly raised your hand; recognising who these two were.

The duo's faces fell for a moment, choking. Oh, you were adopted? Not in an offensive way obviously but Gojo might've heaved a sigh of relief. Atleast you weren't a splitting reflection of your brother, that would give him nightmares! Geto on the other hand realised why Toji would hide such a fact, an element of suprise if you will. He thought the two of them wouldn't find you out in an instant, did Toji thought so low of them? You raised a brow, wondering what they wanted.

They watched you walk out the classroom and Gojo adjusted his glasses. The graphic t-shirt and the style you had was a sublte influence from your brother.

"Well, well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes?"

You had the exact relaxed expression like your brother except you slowly turn weirded out, why were they ogling you like this?

You took time to observe them head to toe subtly while Gojo yapped about the tale of how Toji didn't reveal that he had a younger sibling, they were lean and muscular and they had this obvious good cop bad cop duo energy. The white haired man sounded visibly upset that you were kept as a secret from the rest, was this some kind of facade to get to know you better? You shifted to one foot to another, stopping the music playing in your earpods and cleared your throat.

"Do you want to get with my brother or something orrr...?" Gojo didn't get to the point so you went straight in but due to their reactions, you might've miscalculated. Tilting your head, you pointed at Geto's painted nails and the earrings he had.

"And you.. are you two like gay or something?" You put your hands in defense, talking quickly before they get the wrong idea, "Hey, I don't discriminate. I just barely had any fans of my brother be male sooo..."

For once in their lives, Gojo was speechless and Geto had his eyes wide open like crazy.

One thing was for sure, anyting that was the apart of the Fushiguro family was a complete nightmare.

[writtenbyshama]

Long Way Home [Part III]

[Azriel x Reader fanfic]

Synopsis: Y/n is the daughter of a healer in the city of Velaris. After a small incident, she moves to the House of the Wind to work for the High Lord, Rhysand. Everyone in the house seems to welcome her except Azriel, the second in command. Even though he is just blankly polite and does not acknowledge her much, she can't help but fall for him. Does Azriel return her feelings or remain unfeelingly aloof?

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Read Part 1 here.

Read Part 2 here.

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Part III

A few months later, Star fall was to commence soon. 

Excitement was in the air, and I was looking forward to it too. Rhysand and Feyre were going to host a party, and preparations were already underway. Everyone pitched in to help between their usual duties, chattering about the outfits, the food, song and dance.

Mor and Feyre repeatedly asked me about my outfit for the event. I remained evasive, since I had no plans of actually attending the party. I'd be watching the sky from elsewhere. Even though I helped with the preparations as if I was going to attend, I was gradually emptying my quarters and shifting my things to an isolated property outside the city. This property was situated in a river valley backed by the large mountains surrounding Velaris. It was an inheritance passed down in our family, and I had remodelled the villa and the gardens with the help of my dad. It was a perfect place to avoid others, and I loved it very much. Father, on the other hand, didn't like to be alone for long periods of time and didn't visit it much. 

While I was still in the process of shifting my things, I started sleeping less in the nights. I stayed awake at the kitchen table with a hot cup of tea, working my anatomy drawings or study notes. The one thing I'd miss when I left was the library, so I tried to make extensive notes and copied important paragraphs from the books I read. 

One night, I decided on a change of scenery and took my materials to one of the many balconies, making myself comfortable on the thick carpet. As usual, I had some tea in my favourite cup and lots of lamps to illuminate my work. 

I had placed the tea-cup along with a glass jar of coloured pencils on a side table so that I wouldn't accidentally knock them off with my elbow. Leaning against the balcony railing, I was copying a detailed anatomical diagram of an Illyrian wing in my journal. 

A sudden gust of wind knocked over the table and shattered the tea-cup and glass jar. I jumped, dropping my journal as I watched the carpet soak up my drink and pencils scattered everywhere. My favourite cup was broken to fragments. 

Azriel appeared before I had the time to think what to do next. 

"Oh, sorry," he pointed at the shattered pieces.

I sighed. The glass jar could be replaced, but the tea-cup was from one of a collection set of my mother's. It hadn't broken into very tiny pieces, though. Maybe I could put it back together, even if it couldn't be used. I could use another cup for drinking and keep this one back in its shelf. 

I unfolded a drawstring pouch from my pocket and gathered all the pieces. Azriel helped by collecting the remains of the glass jar and the scattered pencils. The tea stain on the carpet couldn't be helped.

He didn't leave immediately after we finished, so I offered him a cup of tea while I brewed some for myself. He accepted, and soon enough, we had our own mugs of the hot liquid and sitting next to each other on the balcony floor, looking out into the night.

He cleared his throat. "That cup was important to you."

I nodded. A tendril of his shadow flickered near his neck, and slipped out of sight. "It's from a set that belonged to my mother."

His expression dropped from his usual polite blankness. "I'm truly sorry. If there's any way I can help fix—"

I held up a hand. "It's alright. I'll fix it by myself later on."

I was curious as to why he had appeared here. He had never actually come to a place I was in out of his own volition. I asked him about it.

He did not give a direct answer. "You weren't there in the kitchen. I was looking for you everywhere."

I fell silent, turning over his reply in my mind, unsure of how to proceed. Meanwhile, he laid down his mug and picked up the journal I used for sketching. This journal in particular was just pages and pages of anatomical Illyrian wings with the parts labelled and side information. I had drawn them in every possible angle and technique I could think of. 

He slowly thumbed through the pages, his own wings slightly trembling in the breeze. 

"These are really accurate," he commented as he stopped at one of the pages. His eyebrows went up, and I leaned over a bit to see what he was looking at. 

It was a shaded sketch of a pair of hands, with the palms turned up. And they had scars on them. Azriel's hands, which I had drawn one feverish night from memory. Fuck. 

I straightened, cupping my own mug with both hands and intensely staring at it, determined not to face him or acknowledge the drawing. My ears and neck turned hot with embarrassment. He stayed on that page for a long time before closing the journal and carefully keeping it on the carpet between us. 

"Why the wings?" He asked after a while. 

I shrugged. "I miss having them."

"What happened?"

I narrowed a side glance at him. "I'm sure you know what happened."

One corner of his mouth tipped up. "I do. But I'd like to hear the account from you."

I shrugged. "Nothing much to tell. Father was sent on a mission. Mother was already dead by that time and he had to take me with him since there was nobody else at the time to look after me. The task went wrong, and the enemy soldiers ripped off both our wings and left us to die. Only, we were somehow revived and brought back to life. It was quite a while before I learned how to properly balance myself without my wings."

"This was during the war, yes?"

"Yes."

He turned to me and gave me a once-over. "Your mother was not Illyrian."

I nodded. "She was a high fae from the Summer Court. It's a thing in our family's ancestry. We come from a long line of powerful healers, and not all our mates are Illyrian. She survived my birth, even with my wings, but she died during the second along with the child."

Noticing the sadness that crept into my voice, he changed the subject by pointing at my journal. "Why my hands?"

I blushed, turning away from his inquisitive gaze. "I find them beautiful, that's all."

He opened his mouth to reply, but stood up abruptly, his head cocked to the side as if listening to something. 

"I have to go."

Going like this only meant one thing. "Is Elaine in need of help?" My voice sounded strange to my own ears.

He was on his way to one of the archways, and halted mid-stride. "Yes. Why?"

I shook my head, motioning for him to leave. "It's nothing. Go on. Don't let me keep you."

He took a step towards me. "But—"

"Just go."

He left.

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I took a nap right there on the carpet until the early morning rays warmed my skin. When I was awake, I started gathering all my things to go back to my room. Cassian appeared and waved at me as I stood up, my arms weighed down with the books and the empty mugs. 

"Good morning, my chicken soup."

I laughed. "Morning, Cassian."

During my stay, Cassian had once fallen ill with a stomach problem and wouldn't eat anything and spat out the medicine. I mixed all the herbal concoction in some chicken soup, its flavours masking the bitterness of the herbs and fed it to him until he was better. From then on, he started calling me his chicken soup and always came to me in case of injuries and other illnesses. 

He took some of my books and started walking me to my quarters. "I've fetched you breakfast, its in your room."

"Thanks."

When we reached my room, we unloaded our things on a table and I sat on a chair, keeping the breakfast tray on my lap. He took a seat on my bed and thoughtfully chewed on a piece of fruit. 

His wings were gently fluttering and I couldn't stop staring. 

"How does it feel to fly?" I asked in a low voice. My wings were ripped before I could do so.

His eyes softened. What happened to me and father was not a secret, everyone knew about it. He suddenly grinned as if he had a great idea. 

"What if I show you, instead of describing it?"

I didn't know what to say. "Um, I don't know, I'm a pretty chubby woman, I might be too heavy for you to—"

He groaned dramatically. "Oh, come on. I will be put to shame if I can't carry you!" He stood up. "Finish your breakfast. I'll take you right now."

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@kalulakunundrum

@thelov3lybookworm

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Read Part 4 here.

Thank you for all the responses to my previous two parts of the story!

This fanfic can also be found in Wattpad, along with other exclusive parts like playlists and pictures. Here's the link: https://www.wattpad.com/story/358573037-long-way-home

Happy reading! <3

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[celestelunisea16]

Guys... Girls... Non-binary pearls...

CARINA'S AFTER DINNER INTERACTIONS ARE DONE...

FINALLY-

FULL AS HECK THING UNDER THE CUT BECAUSE HOLY F*CK ITS LONG AND IT MADE MY TUMBLR LAG TO COPY AND PASTE FROM MY NOTEPAD-

So depending on Sam's decisions, he can either end up with her as an acquaintance, a friend/companion or with a high relationship, a crush, which doesn't do much, but it does have a 10% chance she'll protect him from a fatal hit in battles as an auto ability.

After dinner and gaming, small moments can happen at random.

This will be the after dinner ones and after Sam cares for Rat Baby. Next will be the gaming ones.

(Dinner Time)

• *After making dinner*

- *Carina stares at the meal in front of her, she looks almost fascinated, yet calm.*

- "So... This is the food you make? Interesting..."

- *She takes a small bite of her food. For a moment, it's silent, until she takes a gulp. You can hear the sound of her food being shred into pieces. In a way, it's kind of disturbing...*

- *When she finishes her food, she takes a small napkin and wipes her beak, pressing it almost as if it would shatter like glass at the wrong touch*

- "... Oh, my apologies. I... Unfortunately tend to have noisy eating habits. I hope I didn't bother anyone."

- *Several of the others are staring at her with a look of disgust and curiosity.*

• "So what was that all about?"

- "Uhm... Well, you see, I have more teeth inside of my mouth than supposed to."

(If Joel is in the apartment)

- Joel: "Hey, I also have... hhh... more teeth! Cool!"

- "and due to my teeth, when I gulp down my food, my teeth basically shred down my food more to make it easier to consume my food. For example with rats, I..."

- *She goes into a full on explanation of how her throat works. (Friends) In a way, you don't know if you are disgusted, interested, or suprised about the details. (High Relationship) You don't know if its endearing or if its repulsive. You'll get used to it.*

*After dinner 2*

- "Uhm... Sam? Is it ok if we watch that rerun over the blue jays again?"

- "Sorry if it's such a silly question, I-I just..."

• "Sure, we can watch it again."

- "Huh!? Really? Yes! Thank you so much!"

- "I don't know why, but I've been trying to write down more notes over birds. It's probably going to be useless for the future, but..."

- "Well, I'll at least have something that reminds me of the better days!"

- *Despite the obvious fact that the world is mostly going to be different, her optimism really makes you wonder if the future will be good or bad.*

- *You kinda hope that with your new friends, you'll all be able to survive whatever this world is now.*

• "Sorry, I think I'm feeling a bit tired tonight, maybe tomorrow, ok?"

- "Ah-! Uhm... Ok, understood-! I would be tired too if I had a long day exploring the halls too, so I understand! Apologies for my question-!"

- *Carina finishes up her plate and immediately waddles over to the couch, embarrassed about her question.*

- *Silly bird.*

• *Making dinner with eggs*

- *Carina stares at the plate, a bit of disgust, sadness, and reluctance in her eyes*

- "Uhm... Is it ok if I skip dinner tonight? O-Or just have something else?"

• "Are you ok?"

- "Uhm, yes, perfectly fine it's just..."

- *You look at the plate, then realize. It's the eggs.*

- *You feel like a dumbass for a moment.*

• "I'll make you something else."

- "Thank you, I do apologize for the trouble..." (Relationship +2)

• "Can't you just hold your beak?"

- "Sam, listen, I-I really can't eat this. I don't feel comfortable at all with this. I'm sorry."

- *She gets up and immediately runs to the bathroom. Seems like you're not going in there for a bit. She skips dinner for the night.* (Locks Sam into the friendship part of her dialogues only)

• "Sorry, I should've took in that consideration."

- "It's... It's fine. Besides, maybe it is all you have at the time. I-I... I'll manage."

- *She ends up eating the eggs, but it's kinda sad to watch... *

- *You'll go find some rats with her later to make up for this situation...* (Relationship +1)

*Joel is in the apartment*

(Joel 1)

- Carina: "So, little one, how's your teeth doing today? Any pain or hurt today?"

- Joel: "I don't... hhh... think so! The only issue I have is.... hhh... that there's a lot of them."

- Carina: "Oh... Well, what's wrong with having a lot of teeth?"

- Joel: "It's just kinda... hhh... weird. I don't know how... hhh... to feel about them."

- Carina: "Oh... Well, if it makes you feel better, look at me!"

- *Carina opens her beak widely, revealing the several rows of teeth in the back of her throat. They're sharp, pointy, and can rip things to shreds*

- Joel: "Woah! That's so... hhh... cool!!!"

- Carina: "You think so?"

- Joel: "Yeah!!!"

- *Carina seems to chuckle at how excited he seems.*

- Carina: "Maybe, when you get more stronger, you can be able to bite into things just like me! Only without having to deal with the noisy crushing that comes with it, heheh..."

(Joel 2)

- Joel: "Ms. Carina, I have a question?"

- Carina: "Hmm? Yes, what is it, little fletching?"

- Joel: "What's it like... hhh... having four wings? Does it let you fly really high?"

- *Carina only goes into thought, making a thoughtful face before speaking.*

- Carina: "Well, let's see... Unfortunately, no, I cannot fly really high with these things, even though there are four of them."

- Joel: "Aww... hhh... That sucks!"

- Carina: "Yes, it does, but I can fly really fast! Like this!"

- *Carina stands up from her chair, then fluffs her wings, before she rushes straight to the wall, then to the roof, then towards the door to your room, then to the kitchen, then back to the table, sliding down it, (if Leigh is present) narrowly avoiding Leigh and hitting the wall of the room, making a small crack in the wall*

- Carina: "Ow-!"

- Joel: "Are you... hhh... ok?"

- Carina: "Yep, never better-!"

- *You can't help but laugh at the situation a little. She's got a hurting beak, but she just brushes it off like always. She might be bird brained, but she's tough.*

(Carina takes 20 damage after this situation)

*If Dan is in the apartment*

*Dan 1*

- *Carina is eating her plate, her teeth shredding her food and making a heavy amount of noise as they do.*

- *Dan is just sloppily eating his food, smacking while he chomps down his food*

- *Carina only stares questioningly at Dan, a confused look while Dan stares back*

- Dan: "Hey, can you quiet it down over there while you're eating? It's noisy as hell and I'm trying to enjoy my food."

- Carina: "I do apologize, but I can't control how my throat is, thank you... If it makes you feel better, you can put in some headphones or earbuds or... whatever can cover ears?"

- Dan: "Why can't you control how it is? Is that just how your mutations are?"

- Carina: "Unfortunately so... I do question, why do you chew loudly and messily?"

- *You choke on your food for a second, others just staring at Dan, while some hold back chuckles and laughs.*

- Dan: "... Oh, you are so getting canceled on my livestream next time."

- Carina: "What!? What did I do? Was I offensive?! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to be, I-I was just wondering! Like did you look outside and get some sorta mutation or-"

- Dan: "No, I didn't look outside! It's just my way of eating, thank you."

- Carina: "A-Ah... I-I see-! Again, I do apologize, I didn't mean to seem like I was being mean, I was just curious."

*Dan 2*

- Carina: "So Dan, is it? Uhm... I wonder, would you like to play some of those video games that Sam has later? I was watching a video of someone playing Madwheels with their friends and I thought it'd seem like fun."

- *Dan looks at her with a curious look*

- Dan: "You really wanna play Madwheels against me? I'm literally one of the best Madwheels players in the entire room."

- Carina: "Ah... Well, it shouldn't be to difficult to play it, should it? I mean, I can just get Sam to teach me how to play with the controller and then I can try my luck?"

- Dan: "Well then, you're on, birdie! After he teaches you how to play, you're gonna get smoked after dinner!"

- Carina: "Oh! Well, uhm... I'll make you eat those words, uh..."

- *Carina looks at you for an insult name.*

• "Baldy."

• "Numbskull."

• "Smiley Creeper."

• "What are you looking at me for?"

- Carina: "HOW DO I JOKINGLY INSULT-?!"

- Dan: "Wow, can't even come up with an insult on your own. Good job."

- Carina: "Hey-! Yes I can, you insufferable, good for nothing pile of meat and bones-!"

- *The entire table goes silent as several people's mouths drop open.*

- Carina: "... Oh my goodness, I am so sorry-"

- *Dan only laughs*

- Dan: "Good one, bird brain!"

- *Suprisingly, that entire situation went well.*

*If Sophie is in the apartment*

*Sophie 1*

- *Carina and Sophie are sitting at the table, a roll of string and some beads sitting on the table as Carina unravels the string, before bringing the string up to her beak and snapping it shut, effectively cutting the string off the roll.*

- Carina: "And here you go, small one! A string for your necklace!"

- Sophie: "Thanks!"

- *Sophie takes the string before putting several beads onto it, while Carina makes another string and snaps it from the roll and starts making a necklace as well.*

- Carina: "So let's see... How do I wanna make this? I could just put some beads and..."

- *She's distracted by Sophie aiming a bead at your head with her slingshot.*

- Carina: "Sophie, no-!"

- *Thankfully, Carina blocks her aim from you*

- Sophie: "Aww, come on Miss Carina! I'm just playing around!"

- Carina: "I know, but aiming beads at people's heads are dangerous! You could poke an eye out of their sockets, little one-!"

- Sophie: "Aww man... You act almost exactly like my mom!"

- *Carina seems to sigh and hits her head on the table.*

- *After that situation, Carina makes a bracelet, but Sophie makes a decoration for her slingshot and a necklace.*

*Sophie 2*

- Carina: "Ok, so, when you hide, causing ranged damage from the said hiding place is what is important! So what I want you to do is hide somewhere while I stand right here."

- Sophie: "Ok!"

- *Sophie goes to hide behind the kitchen counter before peeking out from behind it*

- Carina: "Alright, and now from wherever you are hidden, aim at my eyes! That's a natural weakness of your foes, so aim and fire!"

- *Sophie seems to take a moment to aim, before pulling back a marble in her slingshot, then aiming at Carina's eyes*

- *But before the marble can even hit, Carina blocks the marble with her wing, catching it and throwing it back and throwing it to the side.*

- Sophie; "Huh!? How did you see me!?"

- Carina: "Well, little one, I saw you load the marble after popping out from your hiding place. It's as simple as that!"

- *Sophie seems to huff as Carina just seems to chirp in amusement*

- Carina: "You always need to remember, when in hiding, don't just rest! Stay down, load first, and always do your best!"

(If Leigh is in the apartment)

*Leigh 1*

- Leigh: "So, you're a bird now, aren't you, Carina?"

- Carina: "Uhm... Y-Yes, yes I am-"

- Leigh: "Isn't that funny? The person of the building who has the reputation of watching birds becoming the watched..."

- *Carina stays silent*

- Carina: "Uh... I-I think I'm done with dinner for tonight."

- Leigh: "Oh, don't be so scared, little birdie! I am only messing around with you! Why are you so scared?"

- Carina: "Yep, I'm done with dinner, bye-!"

*Leigh 2*

- Leigh: "Carina, I've heard from Sam that you are very, very strong!"

- Carina: "Uhm... Well, I do not think I am-"

- Leigh: "Oh, do not sell yourself short now! If that guy has it that you are strong, then there MUST be something strong about you... Heheh."

- *Carina seems to feel nervous, scared, concerned, and for some reason, a little proud?*

- Carina: "I-I do question, why are you acting like this? Is... Is it because you wish to spar?"

- Leigh: "I ACCEPT YOUR CHALLENGE!"

- Carina: "WAIT, HUH-?!"

(If Hellen is in the apartment)

*Hellen 1*

- Carina: Hey, Hellen?

- Hellen: "... what?"

- Carina: "I have a question. The other day I had bought a plant, you see. It was a really pretty plant and everything, I've done my best to take care of it..."

- Hellen: "... And what's the issue with it?"

- Carina: "W-Well... It's a New England Aster. I've not been able to keep it up straight since I bought it last year. I don't know the issue, I water it lightly daily and keep it in house light for about 3 hours since I cannot trust the sunlight..."

- Hellen: "Have you changed its fertilizer?"

- Carina: "No..."

- Hellen: "... Then that may be your problem. Paired with the 3 hours of light, that may be it's full reason why it's dying."

- Carina: "Oh..."

- Hellen: "Yeah. You need to give it more light and change its fertilizer every spring."

- Carina: "Yes ma'am... Thank you for the advice!"

*Hellen 2*

- *Hellen is sitting on the couch, watching the TV as Carina tries to perch on the couch. Carina seems to be struggling to perch on the couch...*

- *Hellen looks over to Carina, just watching as Carina struggles to perch.*

- Hellen: "... Are you ok?"

- Carina: "A-Ah, yes, uhm... Just... Not having a good time perching here."

- Hellen: "..."

- *Hellen raises her arm*

- Hellen: "You can perch on my arm if it'll help."

- *Carina seems startled for a moment*

- Carina: "Oh... Really? Uh... O-Ok!"

- *Carina flaps her wings before perching on Hellen's arms, her claws digging slightly into her arm. Hellen doesn't even flinch at any of it, just continuing to stare at the tv.*

- *Carina seems way more comfortable than before, only feeling a bit shy about perching on her arm*

- Carina: "... Thank you, Hellen."

- *Hellen only hums and continues watching TV.*

(If Xaria and Monty are in the apartment)

*Xaria 1*

- *Carina is whistling a little tune as she washes her dish at the sink, before she's immediately interrupted by Xaria stepping on her talons*

- Carina: "OW-!"

- *Carina accidentally drops her plate in the sink, shattering it into pieces as she tries to pull her talons out from under Xaria's boot.*

- Xaria: "Oops. Shouldn't have been in the way, birdbrain."

- Carina: "What the actual heck is wrong with you!? You saw I was STANDING RIGHT HERE!"

- Xaria: "Well, it's not my fault your talons are that fucking long. You can't yell at me for those fucking things being in the damn way!"

- *Carina seems to glare at Xaria with a look that looks like if she was able to, it would kill her in an instant.*

- Carina: "Now you listen here, your rudeness. Just because you're an asshole to Sam, DOESN'T MEAN I'll bow down to your whimsy and rudeness because of how incompetent and ragey you are!"

- Xaria: "Well, you should for someone who looks like she could be easily killed by a toothpick!"

- *Carina seems almost completely as if something snapped in her eyes as Xaria just glares down at her*

- Carina: "Why you-!"

- *You think you should stop them before they start tearing each other limb from limb...*

• "Hey, Carina, can you calm down? It's not worth it."

- Carina: "... Ah, yes, sorry, Sam. I apologize-"

- Xaria: "Thank God. Thanks for getting your dog to back down."

- Carina: "DOG-?!"

• "Xaria, stop it."

- Xaria: "Like I'd listen to you."

- Carina: "You'd better listen to him or I'll make sure you do!!!"

• "Both of you, calm down."

- Xaria: "Not gonna happen."

- Carina: "If it ain't gonna happen for you, then I'll do the same!"

- Xaria: "Like you even scare me, Feathers!"

- *Carina seems to make hostile churring sounds as Xaria stares back with a hostile look*

*If Hellen is present*

• "You two better stop or I'll see if Hellen can stop you."

- *Carina seems to jump back as Xaria just scoffs*

- Xaria: "Whatever! I'm going to my room!"

- *Xaria just tosses her plate into the sink before walking back to your room.*

- *Carina only looks pissed, but tries to calm herself down from anger.*

- Carina: "... Big old meanie."

*Xaria 2*

- *Carina only sits on the couch this time as Xaria walks to the kitchen from her room.*

- *Xaria just walks to the sink and puts her plate in the sink before walking back to her room*

- *For some reason, you think you see a smirk on Carina's face as Xaria passes by the couch, before she flaps her wings and goes to perch on the TV.*

- Carina: "Oops! Shouldn't have been in the way~!"

- Xaria: "What the hell!? Why would you do that!?"

- Carina: "No reason, just wanted to perch on the TV for a second!"

- *Carina snickers for a moment before Xaria just scoffs and rolls her eyes.*

- Xaria: "Whatever."

- *As Xaria turns to head back to her room, you can see a paper on her back that reads, "Birds scare me. BOOHOO! :'("*

- Carina: "Heh."

*Monty 1*

- *Carina sits at the table, watching as Monty lights a fire.*

- Carina: Fire is beautiful sometimes... Unfortunately, it's really, really dangerous. Why do you like fire so much, if it's ok to ask?"

- Monty: "Cause it's cool."

- Carina: "Just because of that...?"

- Monty: "Yeah."

- Carina: "... Not because of any beauty in it?"

- Monty: "Yeahhhh."

- *Carina just stares with confusion and concern*

- Carina: "... Oh."

*Monty 2*

- *Monty is flicking the lighter he has on and off out of boredom*

- *Carina, however, is just curious*

- Carina: "Do you think feathers catch on fire? Just absolutely curious..."

- Monty: "Huh?"

- Carina: "I said, do you think feathers can catch on fire?"

- Monty: "Anything can catch on fire if you light it right, dude."

- Carina: "Huh... Interesting..."

- *Carina plucks a feather from her hair*

- Carina: "Light this on fire."

- Monty: "Betttt."

- *Monty flicks his lighter on, before bringing the feather towards the flame, as soon as he brings it to the fire, it ignites, a blue tint catching into the flame from the feather as it burns.*

- Carina: "Ooh-!"

- Monty: "Huh... How'd it turn blue-?"

(If Papineau is in the apartment)

- *Carina is cleaning the table after dinner, seeming to have decided to use her wings as a feather duster*

- Papineau: "I see you are a warrior of cleanliness as well."

- Carina: "Hmm? Ah-! W-Well, if you mean by being clean and not liking too big of messes, then yes-! Yes, I am! Messes are not something I take lightly, but I try to help keep this place as tidy as possible for Sam and everyone else who stays here!"

- Papineau: "You are an honorable warrior, young bird. You bring honor upon us."

- Carina: "Oh! Uhm... Thank you! I'm glad you think so!"

*Papineau 2*

- Papineau: "Carina. How is your duty of cleaning doing? How strong have you gotten since the last we spoke?"

- *Carina stands up, puffing out her chest as she holds her arm to her head in salute.*

- Carina: "Sir! I've kept this house tidy and clean as much as I could, sir! I've cleaned the bathroom quickly and cleaned up some of the messes in Sam's main apartment room as much as possible while he was out, sir!"

- *Papineau wipes a non-existent tear from his eyes before patting her head.*

- Papineau: "Good job soldier. Despite our unfortunate fate, you stand still as a beacon of hope against this war against dirtiness and chaos."

- *Carina seems proud before she puffs out her chest again and chirps in response.*

- Carina: "Anything to help our side live on for as long as we can, sir!"

(If Morton is in the apartment)

*Morton 1*

- *Morton sits and sorts his trash on the table as he puts it into piles, sorting between colors and shapes.*

- *Carina stares in confusion as she just silently watches him do so.*

- Morton: "Eh... This is green, so it will go here... and this is blue, so it goes into the blue pile...!"

- *Carina just continues watching, an unreadable look in her eyes as she just silently watches. Soon she sees a blue object in the green pile, before moving her wing to grab it.*

- Carina: "This needs to go into the blue pile. It was in the green pile."

- Morton: "Oh! Eheh, thank you, Carina! I was wondering where that went."

- *Morton gently grabs the junk from her wing, before delicately placing it into the right pile.*

- *Carina just continues watching him place junk into different piles, just watching with a curious look now.*

*Morton 2*

- *Morton digs around his bag.*

- Carina: "Hmm? Hey, Morton? What are you digging for?"

- Morton: "Eh? Oh, just something I found outside traveling!"

- *Morton pulls out a bag of bird seed, causing Carina's eyes to widen before she coos, hungrily eyeing the bird seed with excitement.*

- Morton: "I went exploring the other day and I found this. I assumed you'd like it since I found it in the hallway while I was exploring."

- *He hands the bag of bird seed to Carina as she grabs the bag and stares at it with a happy, yet pouty look.*

- Carina: "..."

- Carina: "If you have any enemies that you do not like, let me know. I do not have anything I can do, but I will defend you with my life."

- Morton: "Eh...?"

(If Ernest is in the apartment)

*Ernest 1*

- Carina: "So, Ernest! What's your story?"

- Ernest: "Oh, well, I just left me home ta get some food."

- Carina: "Oh- Uhm... Well...!"

- *Carina seems to try to think for a moment before she speaks again*

- Carina: "Well, what can you do then? I'm curious!"

- Ernest: "Well, ol' Ernest can kick a few beasties I'd needed! I can sing a few songs 'n I got a few tricks up me sleeves!"

- *Carina nods and listens to his explanation, nodding and adding small comments as he goes on.*

*Ernest 2*

- *Ernest plays his guitar, playing a cheerful song as Carina listens.*

- *Carina seems to smile before whistling along with the tune that plays.*

- *As the tune goes on, it seems to sound like a cheerful melody, despite the circumstances of the world you're in.* (+3 Morale, +5 Calm)

(If Roaches is in the apartment)

*Roaches 1*

- Carina: "..."

- Roaches: "hELLO BiRd huMAN! WHat Is YOu sTariNG At?"

- Carina: "Uhm... Nothing. I'm just curious."

- Roaches: "ABoUT WhaT?"

- Carina: "About how you get more roaches... Like do they just wonder in or...?"

- Roaches: "WHaT DO yOU meAN?"

- Carina: "How do more of you recover Roaches that you lose from your body?"

- Roaches: "Oh, It'S SiMPlE!"

- *It goes silent for a moment, Carina waiting for Roaches to explain.*

- Carina: "... Are you going to explain?"

- Roaches: "nO."

- Carina: "Oh, ok-"

*Roaches 2*

- Carina: "Hey, Roaches, can you pass the salt?"

- Roaches: "oKaY!"

- *Roaches passes the salt*

- Carina: "Thank you!"

- *Carina puts some salt on the potatoes, but accidentally feels something crunch in her beak*

- Carina: "!!!"

- *She realizes she accidentally ate a roach.*

- Carina: "... I am so sorry, I wasn't looking, I am horribly sorry-"

- Roaches: "IT iS OKaY, bIRd hUmaN! IT WaS an ACCiDenT! SoMEtiMEs RoACheS cRAwL onTo thE wrOnG plATe oR fALl inTO wROnG pLAcE."

- *Carina slinks back in her chair*

- Carina: "Ah... Ok. Well, I still apologize, I should've paid attention. It won't happen again-!"

(If Rat Baby is in the apartment)

(Naming it Clover for ease and cause that's what I named my first one. Change the name however you please.)

*Rat Baby 1*

- *Carina bends down in front of the small creature, staring at it with worry in her eyes, afraid of accidentally attacking the small thing.*

- Carina: "... Hello, little Clover? How are you doing today?"

- *The Rat Baby stares at Carina, reaching out at her with its little grubby hands. Carina only seems to flinch back a little, reaching out for a moment, before retracting her wings out of fear that she'll hurt it.*

- Carina: "... I... I'm so sorry, little Clover. I swear, I'm not trying to be mean, I'm just... I'm not really confident in myself with not attacking you yet."

- *Clover seems to squeak in understanding, before just curling into a ball afterwards."

*Rat Baby 2*

- *Carina brings over a binder of some paper and some pencils to Clover.*

- Carina: "Hello again, small one! I've brought you something!"

- *Carina sets the supplies down onto the ground, before taking one of the pencils and taking out a sheet of paper.*

- Carina: "Would you like to draw with me today? I'm planning on sketching some more designs of birds from the TV today, but I was wondering if you'd like to draw with me?"

- *Clover squeaks with a happy squeak that sounds like a squeak mixed with a baby's laugh, causing Carina to smile a little at the reaction.*

- Carina: "I take that as a yes! Wonderful!"

- *Carina sits down and starts sketching an image of a Cardinal, trying to remember the details to be precise and perfect.*

- Carina: "Hmm... There's something missing here, I just know there is... What do you think, Clover?"

- *Clover just scribbles all over the the paper and then looks up, before making a squeaky laugh*

- Carina: "Ah! That's it! The little mask like pattern on its face! That's it! Thank you for that, little one!"

- *You wonder how she communicated with it... It can't even speak well yet.*

*Rat Baby 3*

- *Carina walks up to Clover again, this time she bends down and stares at it before reaching her wing out again.*

- Carina: "... Let's try this a-again."

- *She reaches her wing out before looking away, continuing to reach out. She seems scared until Clover latches onto her wing, hugging it tightly.*

- *She then immediately looks towards it latching onto her wing, before she then goes absolutely still.*

- *Then she slowly brings the rat child towards her, before hugging it gently as if it was a baby chick that could be hurt at the slightest tap of its head.*

- Carina: "... H-Hello, little one... It is wonderful to see you again today..."

- *She seems to stiffle out a sob, but it sounds almost a happy sob.*

- *You don't know whether to stay silent or console her, so you stay silent. You feel proud that she got over her fear.*

(I TRIED SO HARD TO MIMIC THE GAME'S STYLE OF WRITING-

GOODNESS, SHOOT, I'M GONNA CRY... I DON'T EVEN REMEMBER HOW LONG IT TOOK FOR ME TO COME UP WITH THESE OVER TIME, BUT SHOOT, I'M DONE WITH THE DINNER ONES- HOO BOY, I'M DEAD. Hopefully the video game interactions won't be so long!...

... they are aren't they?

... shoot.

Anyways, now I go vibe. Cause I'm brain explodeded. I hope i dont have any mistakes in this cause i did not reread over all of this. T^T"`)

[ohcorny]

Hi!! I’m the person who did this Lucy fanart for you like.. 3 years ago now? Time flies!

So after I finally got my hands on the physical copy of volume 1 I patiently waited for volume 2 to come out, until I caught up with all of what remained of Never Satisfied after chapter 5 and I won’t lie, it was sad to know that its journey had come to an end too soon. But damn it was good! /lh

I still love your works a lot. So much must’ve happened in 3 years and boy I know I already said it in the fanart post, but I can proudly say NS is still being part of my life. Started it when I was 14 and now I’m 23.. I related a lot to some of the characters throughout these nine years and they’re still so dear to me (Rin hottest mom award for real omg)

I don’t have a fanart for Lucy as I intended to before I wrote this message sadly, but just know that NS was a big part of me growing up. If you ever, still plan on having volume 2 printed out you’d have 1 assured buyer lol

And of course I will check out all of your new, more recent works!! I love your art dude!

(So sad I will never know what was under Lucy’s eyepatch haha)

Take care! 💚

ougegh the passage of time. you were 14... it's so obvious that teenagers would read my YA comic about teenagers but it's always so weird to hear about it with specific numbers. you are now older than i was when i started making it (i was 21)

i'm really glad it could have meant so much to you...... and i'm sorry to have ended it early u_u i'll say it's very very unlikely i would ever put out a volume 2. there's just no reason to, when it would be a forever unfinished series. if i ever go back to NS, it would probably be a reboot. or maybe i'll pluck the characters out and use them somewhere else. dunno! it won't matter for several more years, when i've finished the new series.

please do read hunger's bite when it comes out! it's very much in conversation with the same subjects as NS--and there's a couple easter eggs for NS readers :]

[thedemonscrawler]

what does your writing process look like?

8D hello!

Okay so step 0: become haunted

Invariably, a scene manifests in my head, and the longer it sits there, the stronger the urge to write it becomes. Not all scenes make the cut-- there's a lot of ideas that don't meet my standards of IC, and others that would be good, but require more work to develop than I'm willing to invest. I'm avoiding working on any intentional multichaptered fics until Permission Slip is finished, so those ideas stay on the shelf.

Usually the tipping point is when I realize I've worked out the specific wording to start writing it down, and then it's all ogre.

Step 1: write

I go to the appropriate file (all of my SAMS fics start on one of three documents: Eclipse-focused, Ruin-focused, and NSFW. Permission Slip is all in its own file as well), pick a spot between the existing WIPS, and write down the scene that's in my head. Usually there's multiple by this point, and I often end up with about 1200 words of 3 or 4 scenes as a starting place. About half the time I'll go back and add a brief summary, just to keep track of what it is I wanted to do, but I've found that extensive outlines actually discourage me from writing, cos my brain is like "oh you already did it"

Step 2: write some more

The 3 or 4 scenes I've written have gaps between them, often pretty big ones, so I just fill in those gaps with more scenes. Over and over, until there are no more gaps. This can take anywhere between a couple of sessions to several months.

8'D and yeah that's it. Give it a good readthrough for errors and publish to AO3.

I don't write sequentially. Instead, i move from most to least interesting, writing whatever scene happens to be in my head and filling in the gaps later. I've found that the tough bits will always be tough, and I don't want to fight through them to get to what I really want to write, only to no longer be interested by the time I get to that part. This doesn't work for everyone, and some folks do better when motivated by the reward of writing the good bit.

Google Docs has an Outline feature, so each WIP gets at least a temporary title so i can navigate to it easily. For Permission Slip, I also use the outline to move through the chapters without a lot of scrolling, giving the active sections little names to keep up with them.

Permission Slip also DOES have an actual outline... kinda. Actually, it has two. One is a general outline of events over the course of the whole story, kept in the 'notes' section of the document. The other is the short, scene-specific outlines that get jotted down for each section. A multi-chaptered fic is really just a bunch of oneshots, if you think about it.

General advice:

Keep a 'Graveyard' document of all the scenes you've cut. It's so much easier to admit to yourself that something isn't working when you know it won't be completely deleted, and you can go back later and maybe yoink some stuff off the cutting room floor.

Share tidbits with your friends on Discord. Write a little section you think is particularly good? Copy+paste it and share it with someone you know will cheer you on!

[kneazle]

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I am in love

I'm glad you love it! 🥰

This is a continuation of here

Tommy took off the vest, throwing it back into the truck. He looked over and sighed. Evan was talking to Bobby but no one could miss the looks he was throwing in Tommy's direction.

"You're going to have to talk with him at some point," Athena said walking up beside him, her hands resting on her belt.

"I know," He let out a breath of air. "Why didn't you ever tell him?" Tommy turned towards her. "You've even trained me, but you never said a word to Evan." It didn't take a genius to figure out he didn't know about Tommy's job change, his shocked expression and wide eyes when they first locked eyes as Tommy walked over to Athena on the scene a dead giveaway.

"It's not my business to tell," She shrugged. "Plus I don't think Buck was up to hearing it."

"And he is now?"

"Not really much of a choice now is there?" Athena scoffed, looking amused. "With the way things go around here I'm surprised its taken this long for him to see you." She placed a hand on his arm, voice lowering. "Look Tommy, you're not a rookie anymore and I've seen you face dangerous people. Hell, I've seen you with no gun facing down a serial killer wielding a knife and you didn't so much as flinch taking him down. You can talk to Buck."

"That's different and you know it," Tommy responded with a huff.

"Kinard, go talk to your man or I'll make you," Athena threatened, pointing a finger at him.

"He's not my-" He began saying, only for her to walk away mid-sentence. Tommy groaned. He took a breath and turned around, heading in their direction.

"Tommy hey!" Howie greeted him with a grin, though he could spot the tinge of awkward nerves mixing with Howie's genuine excitement.

Half of why Tommy didn't want to come over here was this– he would have preferred waiting until Evan was alone. After the break-up, Tommy had got a single text from Howie checking in on him but nothing after. As for Eddie, there was not even that. He understood, he was nothing to them compared to Evan, and that he understood even more because it was Evan.

The man in question stared intently at him, and Tommy straightened up as his eyes roamed the uniform. He unconsciously copied Athena, hands resting on his belt with his back straight.

Thankfully, Hen who was in the back of the ambulance called for Howie to get a move on. He grimaced and sent Tommy a smile before taking off. Bobby and Eddie had moved away, but he could see them steal glances in their direction.

Tommy finally faced Evan, actually seeing him for the first time and– yeah, he was completely and utterly fucked. He was just as beautiful as Tommy remembered, maybe even more so.

"So uh- you're LAPD now," Evan said, clearing his throat.

"I am, yeah."

"S-Since when?"

Tommy sent him a sad smile. "I applied for the academy two months after.." He trailed off, not needing to say the rest, and not sure if he could.

"Wh- what?" Evan shook his head, trying to process the information. "But you loved your job! Did- it wasn't because of-"

"Not entirely," Tommy sighed. "Maybe we should talk about this somewhere else."

"I'm not on shift tomorrow," Evan said quickly, almost as soon as he finished talking. "You- you could come to the loft."

Tommy's stomach clenched at the idea of talking there, but he nodded anyway agreeing to it. "I'll be off shift later that afternoon, I'll come then."

"Yeah..yeah, sounds good."

He nodded as Bobby called for Evan, who looked like he wanted to do anything else but walk away. Hope swirled in Tommy's chest, that only grew as Evan kept looking back until he was in the engine.

Tommy knew he never moved on, the feeling in his chest and the flutters in his stomach only proved that his heart would always belong to Evan Buckley.

He was Tommy's last and he could only hope he was wrong that night. Maybe, just maybe, he could be Evan's last.

Make me write

[herearedragons]

wip game!! what's up with The Breach (here we go again)? 👀 (I'm picturing the 'ah shit, here we go again' meme lol)

-inquisimer

elfjdejlkWEOFLIJDWAIL OKAY so The Breach is my DA:I longfic that has been haunting the narrative of this blog since August 2023 when I jokingly went "what if....... Dragon Age cosmic horror". it has gone through Iterations since then, the Iterations being me taking inspiration from Candela Obscura and Dracula Daily and vaguely PeriodTM-flavored horror in general and trying to make it into a story with all 4 of my Inquisitors as the protagonists.

I have finished my first draft. it's 50k words. it's also. Not Good because I rushed it because I was doing NaNoWriMo and I went "okay! I'll just edit it later!"

Chat I Could Not Edit It. I took one (1) look at it and went "oh god this needs to be redone from scratch". and thus Draft Two was born, and I got about. somewhere between halfway and two thirds in before I burned out and became plagued with Maybe It Would Be Better If Done Differently again.

the doc in question is where I started halfheartedly cleaning up what I have of Draft Two as I ponder how I should carry on with this thing.

excerpt!

Warning

This file contains copies of documents used in the investigation of the killing of Her Holiness Divine Justinia and others on 28 Drakonis, 9:41 Dragon.

Access to these materials is forbidden for all but Inquisition agents with the rank of “Falcon” or higher; violation will be severely punished.

Cloudreach, 9:33 Dragon

From the interrogation of May Cadash. Transcribed from shorthand for the reader’s convenience. Describing events from Cloudreach 9:33.

Present: May Cadash (suspect; 37 y.o. female dwarf), Seeker Cassandra Pentaghast (interrogator), E. Clay (stenographer)

CADASH: It was the first time I was in charge of a shipment.

It was a large one, and it wasn’t just lyrium. All of the cargo on the train was ours; there were no outsiders. It should have been easy, and it was, until the train stopped dead in its tracks in the middle of the Frostbacks and would not move again. We - 

SEEKER, interrupting: The ghost train from Cloudreach 9:33 was carrying Carta contraband? And you were on it? You were in charge of it?

CADASH: They did call it that later.

SEEKER: I swear to the Maker, if you think this to be funny - 

CADASH: I’m not lying.

CADASH touches her pendant of the Maker’s Bride.

SEEKER: …Continue.

CADASH: To this day, I don’t know what happened. The engine just broke down and couldn’t be fixed. We were stuck there for good, and there was nothing to do except wait for a rescue.

CADASH is silent.

SEEKER: Well? What then?

CADASH: I’m sorry.

Five hours after the train stopped, we spotted something large walking outside. Taller than the train cars, with horns. We huddled up with guns at the ready, but it didn’t come near us then. Half an hour later it, returned with a friend.

They tore through metal like paper. I don’t think they even felt our bullets - 

[deeptrashwitch]

Promise of a vengeance

This one-shot happens during Severed Ties and Ghost Killer. And this is an inflexion point for J.J as a person and as part of the Ghosts.

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"How are you feeling, kid?" Keegan asked her when he noticed her looking at the landscape.

"Sad, tired...angry." J.J murmured with a sigh.

"I can guess, but hey, Merrick is guiding the Walker brothers. They'll be fine, and by the end of this, Rorke will die finally."

J.J laughed tiredly. "I hope you're right, Keegan. What will you do when Rorke and the Federation fall?"

"Who knows? Maybe find a place to settle down, a reconstructed city."

"You? Sounds nice."

"And you, kiddo?"

"Go back home, or stay, I'm not sure yet."

Before Keegan could answer, their radios cracked to life and put them both alert. They shared a look and got near the path they had at their right, staring at the desert while they awaited for orders. Soon, Merrick's voice became present.

"J.J, go to the nearest explosion site. Hesh and Logan are alive, I need you to find them and give them first aids while extraction team arrives to their positions." Merrick ordered with a discrete sigh.

J.J nodded towards Keegan, then went to steal a vehicle while she opened the coordinates on her watch. "Copy that, on my way to them."

It was some minutes before J.J saw the explosion site and as soon as she hopped down, she noticed Hesh's unconscious form. As she ran towards him, she also noticed the drag marks as well as the trail of blood. She attended Hesh's wound first, worried by his panicked expression even in that state.

"What the hell happened to you? David? David! Wake up!" She muttered, worried. "C'mon! Please wake up!"

She tried to wake him up while she attended his wounds. Without a doubt, she turned his location so Merrick could send the medical team, or at least someone to rescue Hesh.

As soon as she finished, something called her attention. Logan's gun was on the sand, charged, and near it there was a well known knife. A shiver went down her spine at that.

"Merrick, here J.J, you copy?" She said through radio, making sure David was okay one last time.

"Send traffick, J.J, I hear you."

J.J started to run and turned on her location for them to find. "Hesh was wrong, Rorke isn't dead."

"Excuse you? Repeat that."

"Rorke is alive and he has Logan." She informed as she ran up to the mountain. "I'm following a trail of blood that seem to be his or Logan's, my location is on."

"Don't you even try-"

"We need Logan back, one way or another." She said before cutting the comms and turning off her radio.

J.J kept running for a while until she noticed a figure that was dragging another one. Her blood run cold when she noticed how Logan was already unconscious, then a rage took over when she saw Rorke. Without really thinking, she shoot and the bullet passed near Rorke's head and made him look back.

"Leave him, Rorke!" She shouted with a frown.

"Look at that, the little bird finally opens her wings." He mocked her, raising a gun. "What a shame that you aren't a hunter yet."

Then he shot, and it was so precise that it passed through and through in J.J's leg. She fell to the floor with a scream, and even then, she grabbed her rifle and tried to shoot again. To her surprise, even after the shot he seemed to have, Rorke was quick to leave Logan and get near her.

He kicked her wrist to make her loose the rifle, then grabbed her face to force her to look at him. To his amusement, her eyes were now frozen as she stared at him.

"Now you're just like Mario." He said with a smile, taking her knife form its stash. "What a shame you don't have his experience."

"Mark my words, Rorke. I'll kill you, even if it's the last thing I'll ever do." J.J promised, staring at him with a frown.

"You aren't even a Ghost yet, what can you do to me?" He asked, putting the knife point a bit higher than her eyebrow. "And what makes you think you'll even reach me when I finish with your friend over there?"

J.J's eyes darted to Logan's unconscious form, then back at Rorke, shining of fury. "Don't touch him, you-"

"Keep this as a reminder, I won't kill you and you won't even get near me. That boy will find you first, just like I did with your father."

And right before J.J could even glare at the man, Rorke slashed down her eye. She let out a bloodfreezing scream as her other eye filled with terror and rage, all while the blood ran down her face. Then Rorke leaned to turn on the radio, and immediatly Merrick's voice started to ask for her status.

"Come find her soon, Merrick, before she bleeds out." Rorke said, while he smiled coldly at J.J

"What did you do, Rorke?!" Merrick shouted furious.

Then, with a movement, J.J took out a hidden knife and tried to stab Rorke's face without success. With an angered scowl, he let go of her face, kicked her wrist again and then took his gun, pointing at her.

"Let's make this quicker for me."

"NO-!" Merrick shouted, just before a shot echoed through comms.

J.J screamed in pain as the bullet passed through her shoulder, then Rorke smiled a last time and walked away. All she could see was Rorke grabbing Logan's leg and start dragging him again, all while she tried to crawl to stop them. While her head spinned due to the blood loss, she managed to hear Merrick telling her that Keegan was on his way and that Hesh was evacuated.

She extended a hand towards the distant figure of Rorke and Logan, then the weakness and cold took over her. With a thud, her head fell on the ground and as she panted in pain.

Then, she fell unconscious.