#someday i will be able to do backgrounds . . .
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going home to a party
ahghh first art post ?? crazy . . im gonna be kinda mad if the quality is bad but urgh whatever . what can u do . inanimate insanity finale was insane i love this show so much i'm never recovering i think i love lightbrush this is like my lightbrush tribute they r so important to me i might post my other lightbrush art if i feel so inclined
#inanimate insanity#lightbrush#kali krumbs#ii spoilers#i went kinda crazy with the pink it was fun but its messy LOL#someday i will be able to do backgrounds . . .#lightbrush had a more emotional (2nd) reunion in my head okay#my hand hurts i need to stop drawing with a mouse dude
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Every time Mozaik Role comes on, my partner laughs that she feels like she's in an 80s roller rink 🛼 I kept thinking about it and then this happened lol
#milgram#milgram project#fuuta kajiyama#kajiyama fuuta#i played around with some other outfit colors looking like his prison uniform/backdraft outfit but this one def worked best#i have a few more milgram wips but i gotta focus on the sxf and fe weeks lol#sorry i was too lazy to draw a roller rink and just blurred/edited a stock image of one 💀 someday ill be able to do backgrounds
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I am so unwell
#and before you suggest it YES I have jacked off about this. made things worse.#literally incurable! I think about him and I am reduced to a squirming giggling schoolgirl#wasn't even a particularly good schoolboy. and that was five years ago#and like it's impossible since like most people I am into he is dead so there's no chance of meeting him and even if I COULD#would I be able to do anything? would he even like me since I come across as an arrogant uncaring clumsy fool#I know I'm arrogant. standoffish. stubborn. I put my foot in everything. not exactly endearing am I?#even if by some miracle we stood alone with the opportunity would I be able to reciprocate?#and I don't think it'll ever be possible anyway. so I have no choice to just hope that someday these feelings fade away into the background#or I jack off about it again. which I might do.#god if anyone here knew about who this is about you'd all be at best confused and more likely weirded right out
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im one rewatch of moominvalley 2019 away from going insane
#gamezz.txt#i have a love hate relationship with MV19. i like what they did with the characters on somedays but despise it the next#ithink we all experience that actually LOL the writing could be a lot better but i think thats where the show suffers the most#from an artistic view its gorgeous. how they do the coloring and modeling of backgrounds impress me so much#the models of the characters are off at first but when you adjust to it youre able to appreciate it a lot. they fit the show#everytime i think about season4 i get so giddy then the fear takes over.#dude its terrifying i hope they dont butcher any of the characters or storylines theyre doing#ill be so upset if they dont do the comet story justice. i really like the story#if anything i hope they fix the pacing issues i had with the book LOL its defintely one of the more weak books with the writing#but its a damn good story. i think about it all the time
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Red Carpet || Tom Blyth x gf!reader
Summary: Tom takes you to your very first movie premiere and it happens to be the movie that he is the protagonist in. A sweet moment happens between the two of you which leaves fans further fangirling over your relationship.
A/n: I have been constantly asked If I will ever do a Tom Blyth x reader imagine and the answer is yes :). Btw I absolutely love @yzzart’s Tom Blyth x actress!reader imagines and you should totally go check them out!
Warnings: none :)
Wc:
Divider by @pommecita
You were beyond nervous and excited to attend the red carpet Premiere for The Hunger Games The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes. Especially since you would be attending as your boyfriend’s plus one who happens to play Coriolanus Snow in said movie.
The two of you kept your relationship as private as you could, but at some point along the way of him filming, everyone knew the two of you were together. Your public affection towards each other during the behind the scenes did not go unnoticed by fans who recorded it and took pictures.
It was bound to happen someday. "You look absolutely gorgeous, darling," Tom hugs you from behind, your exposed back flush against his outfit, as he admires your reflection in the mirror. You hold his arms that were protectively on your waist.
"Thank you, Tom. You look as handsome as ever," You giggle, turning around to place your hands on either side of his face, admiring every little detail on his face that you have already noticed about a thousand times, before placing a gentle kiss on his lips.
You two were on your way to the event, his hand never left your thigh as you lean your head against his shoulder. Your phone suddenly buzzed as you look at the caller id. It was Rachel. You immediately answered it as it went through to face time.
"Where are you guys!" She yells in the speaker, loud chatter in the background. She was already at the event. "We are literally around the corner," You say taking a look around your surroundings as Tom chuckles. "Let me see your outfits!" Rachel stares at you with a wide grin.
You laugh at her energy as you pass Tom the phone as he holds it up so that the both of you were on screen. Rachel gasps as she covers her mouth, "You guys look fucking amazing!" She squeals as you chuckle.
"Wait until you see the back of Y/n's dress," Tom lets out a whistle as you nudge him with a smile. "I can't wait to see! Oh wait, I think I see your car pulling up right now. See you soon!" She quickly says before hanging up.
Tom squeezes your thigh, his way of asking if you were alright without any words. You nod with a small smile. You arrived at the premiere and the flashlights coming from the cameras shone through the windows.
Tom steps out first before lending you his hand, aiding you as you get out of the car. He gives you an encouraging smile as you smile back at him. Everyone started screaming when they saw the two of you, causing you to smile even more.
His hand rested on the small of your back as the two of you were whisked into interviews. "Tom! It's so great to see you, we'd like to ask you a few questions if that is alright?" The woman smiles as she passes Tom a microphone.
"Of course!" Tom offers the man a smile. "What was your favourite things about filming this movie?" You stayed quiet as you look at Tom, giving him a smile. "Well, I was super grateful to be able to work with such incredible actors and actresses, Peter and Viola just to name a few, I really enjoyed the atmosphere on set, we were all like family," Your boyfriend answers.
You saw a lot of cameras pointed your directions so you wave and smile, "Would you like to explain to us and your fans who this beautiful girl is beside you Tom?" You snap your attention back to Tom and the woman. Tom smiles as you as you look at the woman. "I think you and everyone already have a pretty clear idea on who she is," Tom laughs as does the woman.
"This beautiful girl is my girlfriend. She's stuck with me during the whole filming of the movie and I'm so grateful that she's mine," He answers, his eyes not leaving yours as he pulls you closer to him. "He's just too sweet isn't he?" You chuckle at the camera making them laugh.
Tom presses a kiss on your cheek as you could feel your face heating up slightly. "You two are just too adorable! Thank you for your time, the woman smiles as Tom hands her back the microphone. "My pleasure," Tom gives her a final smile before the two of you are once again whisked into other interviews, where you would sometimes be included.
Then it was time to take pictures. Tom's hand never left yours as you both stood where they were taking the photos. Tom protectively places his hand on your waist as you both pose for the cameras. You were almost blinded by all the flashing and deaf from the shouting.
The string on the back of your dress suddenly became loose as you curse under your breath. Tom looks down at you before moving to stand in front of you in a protective manner to cover you from the cameras. "You okay?" He asks concerned. I look at him with a smile from his sweet gesture.
"The back of my dress came undone," He looks over your shoulder. He then pulls you into a hug as you were slightly taken back. You then feels his hands working on tying your dress back. You let out a chuckle as you rub his back.
The cameras directly in front of you were confused but the cameras by the side all awed at his actions. "There you go, darling," He kisses your cheek as he pulls back. You give him a grateful smile, "Thank you."
"Y/n! Tom!" You hear a feminine voice call out as Rachel and Josh make their way towards the two of you. "Hi!" You smiled, pulling Josh into a hug and then Rachel. "Oh you look stunning," Rachel holds your forearms as you couln't keep the smile of your face.
"Have you looked in a mirror? You look gorgeous Rach!" You pull her in for a second hug as you all laugh at something funny Josh had said as the four of you pose for a picture.
After the premiere, Rachel sent you so many links to nearly every single social media platform. There were a bunch of posts and tiktoks about what happened with your dress and how Tom helped you by hugging you.
You chuckle as you show Tom the posts and hundreds of tiktoks that had already been posted. "They love you," Tom chuckles, kissing your forehead as the two of you lay in each others embrace.
#tom blyth#tom blyth x reader#tom blyth imagine#coriolanus snow#coriolanus snow x reader#coriolanus x reader#coriolanus fanfiction#the hunger games the ballad of songbirds & snakes#the hunger games trilogy#rachel zegler#josh andres rivera#the ballad of songbirds and snakes#tom blyth x gf!reader
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Mid Night w'you | Ksn. 🌜
Paring: Innocent!Sunoo X Male!reader | Genre: Sg Smut.
⠀⠀⠀⠀ ׄ ۪ 𓂃 ੭୧ 𓂃 ۪ ׄ
Synopsis: Sunoo was waking up in the middle of the night feeling overwhelmed by the sudden heat, so he asked you for a lil help.
Cw: mentioned of cum, masturbate, overstimulated, curse Mdni.
Non proof read | Eng is not my first.
This is a work of fanfiction, do not throw unnecessary tantrums on this nsfw/sfw blog. ©Shuenkio
A-N: I'm back with Sun's work after a while, I mean I'm kinda sucky at writing this genre a bit suar don't be mad at it :') / also tell me which member you wanna see next.
You know that, your boyfriend, Sunoo was a bright person, sweet as sugar, a gentleman and never had any bad background before, he was just perfect. However, in the life of a human, as a man he was pretty innocent even if he was already an adult, you know what we trying to say.
Sometimes he was a pain and oblivious that, doing it with alone times is nothing to be ashamed of, your body do need relaxation too such as a good release. You did bring up this topic a few times too that, nothing to be embarrassed off, while he said he was fine, shrugged it off didn't care of it that much. So you just go along with the flow, not everyone is enjoying themselves doing alone time.
However, during the middle night as you and him, have gone to sleep. Sunoo was seen waking up, feeling uneasy, flashing and heat surrounded all over his body in every part especially 'that'. Why did his dick is so hard like a rock right now, damn it. To say that, he didn't know how to make it dead down and back to normal. Usually Sunoo would just pee it out when his bladder said so, but this was different. He feel nothing to pee, his balls are tight together, the base of his dick twitching and throbbing hard to point it actually painfully hurt.
He didn't want to wake you up from your sleep just for this personal issues to be solve, it kinda make him even more ashamed and embarrassed. Yet he got no choice, as Sunoo pull over to see once again under his pant, it wet? Why did his tip leaking wet and what are all these, he don't understand. Yeah they said everybody had a wet dream when they hit puberty, for Sunoo, he don't really care about it that much, at this point, he don't even know what c u m is. Innocent, really innocent.
He left with no choice, the more he try to resist, the more his dick hurting him more and more, that feeling when it just hitting, and needed to get it done asap. Shaking you gently, as you slowly open your eyes to see what's wrong, He finally explain.
Sunoo expected that you'd be hate him for waking you up this late, just for his dick never dead down or to find solution for him? Instead, you yawn. You know someday, man will always be man, and so are you and this was a countless time that you have to deal with it, and today it turn out to be your innocent boyfriend, this is going to take a while.
"M/n— i-im sorry, but how am i suppose to make it stop hard" He asked. His face are all redden like a fine wine, clenching tight on the bed sheet because he was shy, to deal with this with you helping. On the other hand, you didn't say anything as you remove the blanket away from the views and asked him.
"Sun, remove your pant. And underwear you need it" you state, finally half awake as you command him to do as you told. Shamelessly, he did remove everything and was left with bare butt and his dick, able to breathing for once. His expression is readable, he could actually fainted from all of these moments alone.
"N-now what should we do next?" Sunoo asked, he was still leaking with pre cum and it soaked his shaft already, well this was his first time for a while, gonna be a bit sensitive.
"So... It kinda late, we can't do something that need much energy so, can you uh jerk it off?" Explain what he should do, his face began to grow even redder, he was supposed to what? Fap his own dick? Naur way, he don't even know how to do it.
"I need to what? B.. but i don't know how!" Claiming he can't do it, explain the big picture that he can't do it for himself, which in the end you did have to help him, everything.
"Okay, I'm gonna help you Sun, but let me tell you first, it gonna be sensitive yeah?" Informing your boyfriend, he know that it would be so he agree even if he know he's gonna squirm under your touch, not to mention, everybody first time, its a hella crazy experience.
You crawl closer beside him, as you slowly wrapped your palm and finger around his dick. Just by doing that, he's already gone twitching non stop, the sensation are slowly making him swallow hard already.
But to stop it, he must need to do it, nothing to be afraid of.
You looking at him for consent that you'll be moving, when he catch your eyes he gently nod, as his brows strain together, feeling the heavy heat absorbing him once again.
As you moving your hand up and down in a slow pace, Sunoo was shaking. His thighs is so sensitive to your touch, with the wave of first stage pleasure wash over him. But why does he feel good? What's this feeling. Continue to jerk him off by the increase speed in every step, he can't help but to cover his mouth by the pleasure. The sound that he make only was whimpering, only to make him even more turn on.
Little by little, the slow pace turn into a fast one. The foreskin on his tip moving up and down nonstop with the help of your hand. The balls are swinging by the rhymes of your move that make Sunoo rolling his eyes over, almost can't hold himself back down. The more you go, the more his breath start to hitch, along with the high pitch sound he make, groaning, feeling like he was about to seen heaven in any moment.
"S-SHIT m/n i want to pee, i n-need to pee right now! Nvgahh ah"
"Piss it out Sun, don't hold back it not a pee~"
In another few more strokes, a wave of ecstasy hit him, as Sunoo feel like his body is begging for to be release the white liquid that he had seen back in those day. He was trembling and indeed squirming just like he predicted, his tips is twitching as it giving signal once last time before a big load of cum shooting out on the bed, a very heavy one. Sunoo's body couldn't endure such pleasure before, the sensation running wild in his vein, and that's when he pass out, on the spot. He's probably seen heaven before he pass out right now.
You chuckle at your boyfriend who is a sensitive guy, before lay back down next to him, leave the dirty sheet for a while.
"How does it feel ma luv?" You asked, seeking for the attention and how does he feel like to be able to masturbate.
Yet Sunoo was still catching his breath, he can't bare himself to touch his sensitive spot, why does it feel so pleasurable that he can't even endure it yet he feel so good?
He must try... For another time in a while he thought, again soon.
"It feel so... Good just like you said, M/n...it actually overwhelmed with- it sensitive good"
"I know you would, everybody did, you don't have to be shy, unless it for everybody and not me ok? Now go to rest, you look like you're about to dead, so sensitive so cute hehe"
"Thanks you, M/n"
Reblog and like is much appreciated ♥
Crd to all the owners of pics and dividers.
Ps; I didn't use the grammar checker so a lot of words might be incorrect.
#enhypen#enha x male reader#enhypen x male reader#enha kim sunoo#enhypen kim sunoo#kim sunoo#kim sunoo x reader#enha sunoo#enhypen sunoo#enhypen suggestive#enhypen smut#enhypen hard thoughts#enhypen hard hours#enha imagines#enha x you#enha fluff#enhypen scenarios#kpop x male reader#enha x reader#enha scenarios#enha fanfic#enhypen fanfiction#enha smau
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hello there!! i’ve been searching for posts about how dean’s “i need you” in goodbye stranger feels more significant (i guess is the word?) than the original “i love you” and i was wondering what your thoughts on it were :)
I think a poet might be able to answer your ask better, so I invite my dashfam to point me to good linguistic posts.
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As for me, I'm not sure I actually consider one line more meaningful than the other, and I'm not convinced Cas would have understood "I love you" at this point in his life (mentally wounded, brainwashed, thrown around by Heaven) any better than an "I need you."
I think it's highly likely that Cas wasn't actually lying when he said he didn't know what broke the connection in the crypt. That perhaps he couldn't parse his own feelings, especially with his then-fresh mental wounds. (I have this frankly incoherent rambling about how the inability to translate the angel tablet in season 8 is in parallel to how Cas can't read his own emotions/heart. I'll rewrite it to make it make more sense... someday.)
On the other hand, unlike Cas, I think Dean's I love you / I need you line does imply that Dean has worked through his own turbulent confusion with "why Cas feels different than everyone else." We see the line of questioning introduced in The Born-Again Identity, with Dean pondering aloud why he can't shake this and insisting that "of course (the reason) matters!" Dean realized back then that Cas was different. It was charged with... something.
Then, we see such jilted behavior from Dean in the episodes after this... both with Naomi's "I only wish he felt the same way," and Dean's silent treatment towards Cas in the bunker. It seems to me that Dean knows his own heart and is frustrated trying to "read" Cas's intentions, especially with how Heaven keeps wounding Cas over and over, rendering Cas psychologically unable to find his own footing (which is why Cas flees; all that brainwashing is too topsy-turvey for him to get his own bearings and directions sorted out).
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But I think what interests me most about this season with regards to "I need you," is in the continued motif of Dean's outstretched hand.
We first see Dean's outstretched hand introduced in Purgatory, and it is THE through-line for much of the season. Even the scenes and relationships that aren't about Cas... are about Cas. When Cas throws Dean's hand away, Dean is floored—wounded to the point of rewriting his own memory. After he learns the truth, he's left wondering if he's misunderstood everything that was growing between him and Cas.
But Dean's "I need you / I love you" speaks to his consistently reaching out to Cas anyway, despite all the odds and despite Cas's numerous rejections. Dean just keeps reaching for Cas. He can't help it! (Dean is holding out hope that they do want each other, once the interference and obstacles are removed, that maybe they'll see that in each other... if they just get the chance.)
The motif of hands is so fascinating in season 8, because it's echoed in other relationships, too. For example, when Sam loses faith in himself, he injures his own hand, which Dean bandages in an echo of Church as "the small family supporting each other," against a gorgeous background of the Church as "the corporate megapower," with the angels falling. (It's a beautiful contrast of the different human and angel families.)
There's also how Cas cuts off the hand of (romantic) love, The Cupid, and how the Cupid willingly lets it happen. She extends her hand and lets Cas cut if off, the same way Dean was extending his hand to Cas in the crypt, thinking "I love you. I forgive you," and saying "I need you. We're family."
///Note: It's also like Theee Mixtape: (Love) is a gift. You keep those.
Reaching out is about love, acceptance, and connection. While Dean is doing all this reaching, Cas spends the season being psychologically wounded and threatened by Heaven, running for safety, and then--cutting out hearts and cutting off hands.
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Yes, so when I look at the Crypt scene, and I see Cas twist and break Dean's arms and Dean is still REACHING... that is what fascinates me the most.
In this season, Dean is trying to help Cas at his own expense, even though Dean wants them to be together, he's helping Cas "fix Heaven," even though Heaven is going to take Cas away from Dean.
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^ Here they sit, no longer in the kitchen-of-intimacy but in the bar-of-friendship, lamenting their inability to be in a romantic relationship together.
Dean knows he's in love with Cas at this point, I think, and while he suspected Cas had feelings for him, Dean withdraws, trying to respect Cas's space and support him in his chosen path of permanent, painful separation. (Dean knows how it is, of course, to support your family at the expense of your own personal happiness.)
Little does Dean know, that Cas's main motivation for fixing Heaven is to protect his human family. Metatron echoes it, and in The Great Escapist Naomi underlines to Cas that Heaven would not hesitate hurt his human loved ones.
METATRON: At the very least, it would st – [dog barking in distance, another warning] It would stop the fighting up there from spilling out down here, which will happen. It always does.
(In her pursuit of Cas, Naomi destroys the humans in the family diner in The Great Escapist.)
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But by the time Cas is actually ready to take Dean's hand, Gadreel engineers a reversal of the outstretched hand, kicking Cas out of the bunker, in a parallel to Dean from season 8, Cas is the one left thinking that he's misunderstood everything.
This is underlined by his soliloquy to the baby. In an episode where it's shown that "medic angels" react to emotional pain as readily as physical, we're left to wonder: is this how angels were trained to deaden their emotions in the first place?
No wonder they might not recognize what they're feeling. No wonder Cas has struggled to connect to his own emotions whether he's human or angel. Maybe it takes "becoming closer to human" for angels to connect with that deadened part of their hearts/minds.
CASTIEL (to the baby): Nobody told you. Nobody explained. You're just … shoved out kicking and screaming into this human life, without any idea why any of it feels the way it feels, or why this confusion, which feels like it's … a hair's breadth (The baby stops crying.) from terror or pain. You know, just when you think you do understand, it'll turn out you're wrong. You didn't understand anything at all. Guess that's just how it is when you're new at this. You know, it wasn't that long ago when all I'd need to do to ease your pain was touch you.
I think it's so fascinating that Dean and Cas are framed as (romantically) reaching for each other over and over,. Not to mention, with Dean wearing "the handprint" on his shoulder, because Dean's a character with his heart obviously on his sleeve... if you dare to REALLY look at him anyway (as Dean invited Mary to do, to see him).
In Dean and Cas's fights, they tend to break each others' arms/hands, and yet... they continue to reach for each other... in parallel.
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ADDITION: That family needs each other is a theme that is used over and over in this series. We are shown loss and love in almost every form (familial, friendship, etc. Ex: The Chuck and Amara forgiveness speech.)
But it's the motifs around the Dean-Cas one in particular that lends an intensely romantic context that imho sets it apart from the other instances.
#spn 8x17#spn 10x22#spn 9x17#spn goodbye stranger#spn the born-again identity#spn the prisoner#family needs each other is a theme that is used over and over in this series#it is quite intense#but it's the motifs around this particular NEED that to me set it apart from the other instances of purely familial need in the series
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I triple dog dare you to write Josh futterman getting caught jerking off to a pic of y/n!!!!
Heyyy bbg I am SOOOO sorry this took me so long to get to this request, I have been dealing with final exams and tbh mental health? Down the drain lmao. I do have a fic similar to this, so if you want to read that one it is linked HERE!! I am still going to write a similar concept, however, I will change it up a little bit! I hope that you still enjoy it!
cw: smut, male masturbation, female masturbation, fluff
word count: 1,445
Being around Josh Futturman is this strange mix of contradictions that you can't quite wrap your head around. On one hand, he's this total loser, but you can't help but be infatuated with him. It's like he's the king of awkward, yet there's this undeniable charisma that draws you in. And then there's the whole "Biotic Wars" thing – he's legit addicted to that game. You can't help but roll your eyes when he starts rambling about how close he was to beating the game, but there's something oddly cute about his enthusiasm. Lately, though, there's this other layer to your friendship that you can't shake off – a subtle flutter in your chest when he laughs or those lingering looks that neither of you acknowledges. You knew you were far gone when it came to Josh, but you also knew you refused to risk your friendship with him, so you kept silent.
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Your shift came to a close and you started gathering your things when the buzzing of your phone made you jump. You looked down, seeing Josh’s name on the screen, making you smile. You pick up, greeted by the distant sounds of explosions ad gunfire – the unmistakable sounds of “Biotic Wars.” You rolled your eyes.
“Hey, y/n, what are you doing?” There was a tiredness in his voice.
“I just got off of work, I’m about to head home. What’s up with you?” You responded, realizing that it was kind of a stupid question.
“Ah, you know, same old. Just killing these biotics left and right. You should join me sometime.” You couldn’t help but chuckle.
“Maybe someday, but probably not,” he groans in a mocking way. “You wanna hang out today? Feels like I haven’t seen you in forever.”
“Yeah, absolutely,” he says, clearly distracted. “You can um – ah fuck you! Sorry, not you, I just died.” He laughed. “You can come to my place, that sound alright?” The frantic clicking of buttons started up in the background, accompanied by gunshots and occasional explosions.
“Yeah your place works,” you remark. “What time?” There was a silence from Josh, leaving the sounds of the game in the background. “Josh?”
“Sorry, sorry,” he mumbled. “How does 6 sound? It gives you a chance to get out of your work clothes and me a chance to go through a few more levels.” Clearly, he was more focused on the game.
“That works, I’ll grab pizza for us. Usual?” He ‘mhmm’s’ in response your question. “Cool, I’ll see you then.” He says a quick goodbye, hanging up quickly after. You sigh, grabbing your bag and keys, making your way to your car to head home.
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You looked at your watch, the time reading 5:42. You were typically early. Josh always left his door unlocked whenever he knew you were coming over, so you were able to walk right in. You set your bag and the pizza box on the dining table, looking up the stairs. You couldn’t hear his game playing, however you did hear noises from up the stairs. You walk up the stairs quietly, wanting to sneak up on him. Noticing his door was cracked, you took a peak in. Your breath caught in your through, letting out a soft gasp at what you were greeted with. On his computer monitor, your Instagram was pulled up, a photo of you at the beach on the screen. A heat started pooling in your core with the sight in front of you: Josh was in his gaming chair, jeans around his ankles, quickly stroking his dick. His head was lulled back, eyes half closed and tongue poking out of his mouth slightly. You stayed silent, watching his hand moved up in down in a needy pace, whimpers escaping his throat as he continued. He switched hands, shaking the one he was previously using, making you think he had been at this for a while. You bit your lower lip, your arousal becoming overwhelming. You start to think, there's no harm in touching myself too, right? With that, you quietly sit down on the floor, leaning against his doorframe. You took a look over your shoulder, making sure you did not alert Josh that you were there. You were in the clear. You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. Carefully, you dip your hand down into your sweatpants, past your underwear and down to your heat. You leaned your head back against the door frame as you grazed your clit, biting on your lip to stifle any noise threatening your lips. Your eyes closed, taking in the whimpers and words coming from Josh as he continued stroking his cock. Your fingers dipped down into your heat, making you sigh. Your mind was completely clouded with the thought of your fingers being replaced by Josh’s, making a heat pool in your lower belly.
“F-fuck, y/n,” you heard Josh whimper out, making you that much closer to your own release. You circled your clit, letting out your own soft moans at this point, unable to contain them with the pleasure you were feeling. You heard Josh’s moans get more erratic as kept going, insinuating that he was close. You sped up your movements, rubbing and fingering your wet heat, finally bringing yourself to your release. You cover your mouth with your free hand, doing your best to stifle your moans, leaning your head back against the door frame and screwing your eyes shut. You sit there for a moment, catching your breath before glancing inside Josh’s room, not seeing him on his gaming chair anymore. You stand up on wobbly legs, composing yourself. You knock on his door, pushing it open.
“Hey Josh, I’m here,” you call out with a shaky voice. You hoped he wouldn’t notice. You looked at his computer, your picture no longer up. Josh was standing at his shelf, now wearing sweatpants. He turned to look at you, a smile making its way onto his face. His cheeks were a light flush of red.
“Hey!” His voice was cheerful as he made his way over to his bed. You go in, sitting next to you. He leaned in to hug you, you immediately hugging back. He moved his head to where his lips were next to your ear. “Did you like what you saw?” His voice was low and gravely. Your eyes widened, quickly pulling away from the hug to look at him. He looked nervous, his face a darker red than before. This honestly probably took a lot of confidence to say, especially for him.
“W-what?” You stutter out.
“You heard me,” he grinned.
“I um, you saw?” He just nodded. “How much?”
“Most of it, watching you is what actually made me,” he paused. “You know,” he looked away, clearly nervous now. You guess his confidence wore off.
“I-I’m sorry if I made things weird I just-” he cut you off, connecting his lips to yours gently. Your arms instinctively wrap around his neck, pulling him more into the kiss. You pull away, looking into his eyes.
“Y/n, I’ve been into you for years. You just never showed me any signs of anything, so I stayed quiet about it.” You smiled.
“honestly, josh? I have too. I was just scared.”
“You sure didn’t seem scared five minutes ago,” he smirked. You grumbled, flicking the back of his head. “You were also early, you were never supposed to see or know anything.” You shrugged.
“Well, I do now.” He looked down.
“So what now?” He said, joy and curiosity in his voice. You thought for a moment.
“well, theres pizza downstairs-“
“no, not right now, dumbass. In general. Us. What now.”
“oh,” you blushed. “You could be a gentleman and ask me on a real date, you know.” You teased him. He rolled his eyes, hiding the smile that crept onto his face.
“Sorry, sorry. Y/n, would you like to go on a date with me?” A smile lingered on his lips. You pretend to think for a moment.
“I guess, but lets just eat pizza and watch a movie tonight, how does that sound?” He nodded.
“I’ll go get the pizza,” he planted a kiss on your cheek before he left the room. You laid back on his bed, staring at the ceiling. You couldn’t believe what just happened, and frankly you were embarrassed. But you’re secrets out now and it feels good, especially knowing that he had feelings for you too. You let your eyes flutter shut, taking a deep breath, anticipating what may come within this newfound relationship that may be forming.
OMG thank you for being patient with me. I hope this is good, I honestly struggled with this one a lot for some reason, but if you enjoyed it, im glad. Have a beautiful day everyone :)
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Yandere ╾ L Lawliet
Because apparently I fell into a yandere stage and this is my tunnel out.
CW typical yandere stuff (stalking, obsession, overprotection, manipulative, worship, dependence, monopoly, killer)
★━━─・‥…━━━☆
Yandere L is interesting because I think yes, he could absolutely be a yandere
canonically too
BUT only if you defined a yandere by "do they have the traits?" as opposed to "what do they do?"
so first: what KIND of yandere is the detective? top five traits incoming.
STALKER
Let's just get this one out of the way
He obviously to some degree "stalks" people just for his work, through cameras and policemen if not in person
he's a stalker guys. that's it.
so he wouldn't have a problem just turning up wherever someone who interested him was
again
and again
and again...
He's pretty hard not to notice because of his peculiar mannerisms, but he's also literally black and white enough to blend into the background.
So if he was careful (he is) it would take a while before you noticed you were seeing him everywhere you went. And by then you wouldn't be able to think of a time where he wasn't sitting quietly somewhere in the background.
L knows this.
he knows you're going to assume he just happens to live in the same area as you, or something like that.
I don't think he'd actually follow you into your home but he would go when you were out someday to set up cameras
and I think L would genuinely believe himself to be a good person
what if he goes away and you get in trouble? you don't always have a roommate, who would notice? well, now L will, and he is quite able to get you back to safety. but back to the stalkery.
oh man he's gone through your stuff. your closets your phone whatever. he wants to know about you
one day he might just arrange for a little... near accident somewhere you both frequent
and oh my oh gosh oh diddly darn
guess who just happens to be there to save the day
(L. it's L. notice him please?)
OBSESSIVE
There are two things that L is canonically obsessed with: work and desserts
but if he found a romantic interest that list suddenly has a third item: YOU.
especially if you bake him cakes or help him in cases. because then he ties those things he loves to you.
and I'll just quickly mention these traits are always a little bit in his personality but the order I'm writing in is the order they come out more strongly around you.
Obsession is also tied with stalking.
Some days he watches you and dreams about you smiling at him the way you smile at the rain and the sun and the world.
he imagines how everything will work out. you're a distraction to his work: he would have to find a way to integrate you into his life in a way that allows him to be close to you and not distracted. he imagines he imagines
you'd find a way to fit into him while he was sitting, your body pressed up against his torso, legs pulled up, head on his shoulder.
he could play with your hair with one hand. you could feed him sweets.
L is for the first time not in control of his own thoughts. it's new and unpredictable so it's completely terrifying to him, and for a while he'll slink away into the darkest recesses of society and draw away from you.
but it doesn't stop. it gets worse.
he can't look outside without wondering if you're looking at the same skies. can't eat strawberries without wondering if you like them.
so then he does a full 180 and will devote all of his available attention (some must be spared for work) to you. if you don't already work together or if he hasn't made contact during the stalking at all, this is when he does it.
he reaches out to see if you'll take him.
and when you do (it's not a question of if, see manipulative) he will calm down a fair bit.
but he is still, quietly, obsessed
OVERPROTECTIVE
what can I say?
gosh he just wants to keep you safe.
He's seen every bad thing about the world through his work, he knows bad things constantly happen to good people.
but. not. to. you.
L just won't let it happen. he can and will secret you away in a hotel room. never enough for you to become suspicious, to rattle at doors and windows. And you move with him, every couple of weeks, so it's just an adventure, dear.
also I think he'd use darling in a sweeter sense. dear or maybe doll is his yandere pet name for you.
He probably has several trackers somewhere on you. probably not IN you... probably...
also you know that nail polish they developed that changes colour when it comes into contact with common poisons in drinks? he makes you use stuff like that. for your safety.
hate hate hates that he can't be with you all the time. you tend to find yourself with reasons to stay at home when L's not around. once again see manipulative.
he does trust you, he really does. but he doesn't trust the world. men in particular are often disgusting. it's just true. he's seen it time and time again as a detective. who knows what scary things could be out in the world? and if they knew you were dating, that you had ANY relationship with the world's greatest detective? L's afraid he's putting you in danger. please just humour him and stay home for a week, dear. you can work on your baking.
if you started getting really rebellious, thought you were being chained up, whatever, L would let you go and do whatever you wish. He doesn't want you to feel like that! He loves you! he may or may not have organised for a brush with death for you so that you realise how right he is about the horrors of the world and want to stay home like he asks you so nicely to.
you're just so pure. so innocent.
there, there. he won't let them hurt you.
he'll even close all the blinds so the darkness of the world can't reach in to taint your beauty. isn't he the best?
MANIPULATIVE
IT'S CANON.
I can't think of any particularly specific examples but he lies about everything. Whenever he throws out a number (5%) it means he suspects someone over 90%
so he has no issues bending the truth
sigh if L's manipulative side is triggered it's triggered ALL the way. one one hand he hates doing this to you
but on the other it's for your own good and you're being stupid.
He will do ANYTHING to make you believe him. he will manipulate you into thinking he's being manipulative so he can get upset at your lack of trust in him so he's able to manipulate you
did that make sense...
can cry on demand.
but it's not all about making himself the victim, he will also just.. isolate you if you're starting to drift away from him. Suddenly your friends find other interests, your family are renovating the house or your parents won a radio prize for a vacation.
and L is the only one left. and he himself is distant until you cry and plead and apologise
the isolation thing is actually a yan trait itself and the scenarios above are also kind of training. but they're only a part of the bigger trait.
he will also manipulate situations and other people, not just you.
L just wants what's best for everyone
(coincidentally this always aligns with what is best for L.)
he's so smart though. it's really really difficult to realise he's manipulating you unless he wants you to.
WORSHIP
you're so pretty, the most perfect thing he's ever seen
you're an angel, really.
and people who don't respect you as such are going to get a subtle but clear message from L to STEP AWAY.
cold glares.
he will literally turn his head 180° like an owl to stare at them while he walks you away
they might end up fired. I mean someone who can't see what's right in front of their eyes doesn't deserve whatever job they have...
he just wants to spoil you sometimes and he has the resources to do it and more.
sometimes this gets a little suffocating but it's sweet. mostly.
it's nice to have time with your boyfriend instead of big, grand, empty rooms. L just doesn't have a lot of time. He does his job to protect you, protect you from everything in this world because it is all inferior to you.
I do not like to think about how he would react if you happened to meet Light...
I wasn't sure about whether or not to put this in the top five because I don't think he'd see himself as inferior. his IQ is big. but you could still jump from his ego down to his IQ and fall for hours. he thinks you're more good than he is but he's under no delusions about your relative intelligence or anything.
but yeah, I think he's a worshipper.
Just... a quiet worshipper. all his yan traits are kinda quiet tho haha
L wants to give you the world. he would sacrifice anything for you.
he would take a bullet for you
his work makes this a good possibility. he'd prefer not to get shot but he'd still do it for you.
probably the most harmless of his yandere traits. this one comes out when he decides this is it, you are it, forever.
HONOURABLE MENTIONS
really quickly a couple of the other traits L might have and express are:
dependence (mostly for manipulative purposes. he will cry if you ever fight. L is honestly quite dependent on you, he might die without you-- or more likely just force you back into his arms-- but he puts on a lot of an act, a puppet master pulling strings behind the stage. he wants to be seen as vulnerable, not just a stoic and brilliant detective. because which one is it easier to lose your heart to? and you must lose your heart. you stole his first.)
monopoly (when he has time, he needs you to have time for him and only him. he doesn't have a lot of time. will manipulate you into spending time with him but it's more of an occasional pest thing than anything. quite harmless. especially because he works a lot. you have plenty of time without him, which makes him sad, but he can't help it. and you wouldn't love him if he stopped you from seeing your family and friends...)
killer (yeah... not in the top five by any means but if someone tries to hurt you? god forbid, if they SUCCEED? you'll be stuck at home for a couple of weeks while L frets over you. and sometime in that couple of weeks.. well.. maybe that someone who hurt you finds themself in trouble with a gang. L's not doing the dirty work himself but he's behind it and you will never find out. if they only TRIED to hurt you L won't be able to justify killing them to himself, but they'll quickly find themselves in jail.)
YANDERE?
so back to what I mentioned in the first part: L is a yandere, IF you're only basing the classification on the fact that he has these traits and the ability to act on them
but as anyone who's watched police or court drama knows, you need more than means and opportunity:
you need MOTIVE.
this is where I can't base my thoughts on canon so much anymore. the only people who we really see L caring about the death of (spoilers‼️) are: the FBI agents (though not on a personal level); Ukita (pretty sure that's his name); and Watari (though L himself dies too soon after for this last one to be useful)
so. Ukita.
L probably wouldn't care enough for the guy to go yandere for him LMFAO but we do see him refusing to rush in and take action without thinking, something which a yandere might be more inclined to do if they cared about someone.
HOWEVER we also see he's trembling. like he's a little in shock about the death and what it means, but also he wants to do something about it.
a yandere urge, brought out by something bad happening to someone he cares about.
My point being?
L has the traits of a yandere, and has the ability to act on any of them any time. he's smart, he's rich, and he has the trust of the entire world (or respect at least)
but he doesn't act unless triggered.
and ofc because he doesn't have a canonical love interest, we can't prove either way what he would do for/to them.
but I think he is more deredere (love) than yanderu (sick).
anyway, L is smart enough to realise that the yandere doesn't usually win the game of love, and that the things are not things you should be doing for/to someone who trusts you. not things you should be doing to someone you love.
but sometimes, when his emotions are high and so is the danger to you or your relationship,
his control just slips
and you might just find yourself locked in a hotel room while he works on the Kira case.
SO IS HE A YANDERE?
no. I'd say that he's a kuudere.
cold, cynical, sarcastic sense of humour, views feelings as a weakness but DOES have them and will open up over time.
but oh...
wait...
according to the dere wiki...,
"Due to the way a kuudere acts, a yandere can easily pretend to be a kuudere when not acting insane."
...
so, what do we think?
★━━─・‥…━━━☆
but hey that's just a theory... a DERE theory! aaand cut.
𝖎𝖋 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖙 ˏˋ⋆˖⁺˖⁀➷ 𝖕𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖌 + 𝖋𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜
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Written for the @corrodedcoffinfest Seven Deadly Sins pop-up event.
Some Real Good
Prompt: Gluttony | Word Count: 1313 | Rating: T | CW: Alcohol Consumption | POV: Gareth | Relationship(s): Gareth & Eddie BFFs, Background Steddie | Tags: Corroded Coffin on Tour, Bus Travel, Road Manager Steve Harrington, Eddie: The Magpie, Gareth & Steve: Who Love Him Anyway
"What do you have in here, bricks?" Gareth asks, picking up one of Eddie's duffle bags, trying to wrangle it up into the open storage bin under the bus. It's not easy. For some reason Eddie's stuffed the fucker completely full today, and it's unwieldy.
"Yep. And sex toys," Eddie quips, and Gareth rolls his eyes. Unfortunately, Gareth knows that's not where Eddie keeps all the dirty shit he travels with. Because Gareth's seen it all, even if he wishes otherwise.
Eddie finally gets it wedged underneath, and they can roll out.
Meaning, Gareth forgets about the overfilled luggage, until the same thing happens at the next stop. It's definitely not going under there this time, because Gareth swears it's getting bulkier by the stop.
Eddie's trying to re-zip the damn thing after rearranging, and it's clearly not going well.
Gareth moves to squeeze both sides together so Eddie can zip it easier, when he catches sight of what's inside.
"What the fuck?" Gareth says, letting go and picking up a travel size bar of soap, surely from one of the many hotel rooms they've stayed in. He digs his hand in, combing through the mess of small, plastic bottles. It's filled to the absolute brim with travel toiletries, and a variety of shit from green rooms. Mini liquor bottles from airplanes.
Eddie snatches the bag back from Gareth's hands, "They're free. We're supposed to take them."
"No, we're supposed to use them if we need them. Which I know you don't. I've seen your bathroom bag."
It's definitely fully stocked.
"Well, someday I might need them," Eddie argues.
"Jesus Christ, Eddie. No you won't. This is insane, even for you."
Eddie's part magpie, they all know that, but this is a bridge too far.
"You never know," Eddie says, like he's being sane and rational. He's being neither.
"How is this - you - hoarding them under the bus any better than just leaving them behind? They still aren't being used, Eddie. And now we're just the ones lugging them around."
"I want them," Eddie argues and Gareth's hands find his own hair, pulling. Eddie can rarely be rationalized with on a good day, but this is beyond.
"You will never need these. We can buy shampoo and soap. We do buy shampoo and soap. In appropriate quantities and in brands we actually like. You damn well know Steve has never once let any of us run out. The minute I toss an empty, a new one magically appears. Which, awesome. But also scary, because that means your boyfriend knows far too much about what I do in the bathroom."
Eddie smiles, but then is clearly headed back towards making excuses for his insane life decisions. His gluttony. His hoarding.
"But-"
Gareth pivots. He might not be able to reason with a crazy Eddie, but he knows someone who can, does, "Does Steve know about this? Because he's gonna shit."
And he will. Steve doesn't stand for superfluous anything on the road. He has everything down to a science. Last week he even made Gareth get rid of one of his jackets, because he'd apparently crossed the threshold of the acceptable amount of luggage, at least as far as Steve was concerned.
Gareth liked that jacket.
So, Eddie squirreling away all the soap he can carry for no damn good reason? Not efficient in the slightest. Steve can't know about this, and he's gonna be pissed when he finds out. For sure.
"Just help me unload it," Eddie demands, and before he can ask what he means by that, Eddie slides forward the sticker-laden dead with the warped lid. Instead of tossing it, Goodie wants it fixed, so it's been taking up space, but when Eddie flips it open, it's absolutely jam-packed with more of his secret stash.
"Oh my god. Wait, is this a growing up poor thing?" Gareth asks, and Eddie pauses. Gareth never wanted for anything. It may have just been the two of them, but Mama Jones had it under control.
If this is that, well, maybe Gareth could understand. Could give him a pass.
Eddie gives him a withering look, saying, "No. Wayne would hate this, too."
"Then why are you doing it? Damn," Gareth asks, laughing.
"Because we paid for it. And they just throw them away if we don't take them."
"That's crazy talk," Gareth answers.
"They do! And it's built into the price. Of the hotel rooms. The flights. The gig contracts."
"Eddie," Gareth says, then changes tactics. "Fine. I'm sure that's true. But, just. Move. Let me," Gareth says, nudging Eddie off to the side. "Get on the bus."
And somehow, Eddie listens, and does.
When Steve sidles up to him, and sees the red milk crates surrounding Gareth's feet in the hotel parking lot, Gareth sorting the loot, he's instantly irritated, "What're you doing? What's all this doing here?" Steve asks, arms waving. "For fuck's sake, Gareth, what have you been taking all this shit for? Do you know how much this extra weight affects gas mileage?"
And Steve seems to be doing that math in his head.
Gareth grinds his teeth together, "This was not me. This was Eddie."
"Oh," Steve says. Immediately changing his tune, softening, which is fucking annoying. Eddie would never have to get rid of a jacket.
Steve then asks, "What's the plan?"
Gareth nudges the crate full of liquor bottles, and they all clink together, "Day drinking?"
Steve puts his hands on his hips.
Gareth picks up the one full of shampoo, "I was thinking about donating them to a homeless shelter or something. My mom volunteers at one back home. Says they always needed stuff like this. Eddie hoarding them isn't helping anyone, it's just as wasteful as leaving them to be tossed, right?"
And Steve pauses. Thinking.
"You can't donate liquor to the homeless," Steve says.
And Gareth laughs, "Well, I didn't mean the liquor. That we'll keep. Have some fun. I'm gonna deserve a drink or ten after sorting out this mess your boyfriend has made."
"Oh, he's my boyfriend when you don't like whatever he's doing, but your best friend any other time?"
Gareth laughs, and nudges against Steve's shoulder, "Exactly."
"Alright," Steve concedes.
Great. Awesome. Gareth had the idea, the plan, but he definitely needs Steve to be the one to figure out how to implement it.
And Steve does.
From then on, the sorted milk crates live in the under bus storage compartment. And now it's not just Eddie, no, now all of them save and throw their unused freebies into the correct ones after each stop. Soap. Shampoo. Conditioner. Lotion. And if they ask the front desk for toothbrushes or razors that they've forgotten from time to time, well, then that's their own business.
And yeah, the liquor they keep for themselves. But they don't let it languish, hidden away. Instead they drink it, doing shots, playing cards as they rumble down the highway, getting tipsy as they cheat more and more blatantly at cards the drunker they get. It's fun.
When a crate of toiletries gets full, Steve has a plan, a connection, of where they can donate it, wherever they currently are in the country.
It really doesn't take long for word to spread, and then there's a charitable foundation with a damn good purpose bearing Corroded Coffin's name, and several other touring bands helping. Reaching out to Steve. Their reputation precedes them: they're the heavy metal band that gives back. That they don't destroy hotel rooms, just rescue the toiletries from them that were destined for a landfill anyway.
Before long, many hotel managers start meeting them at check-in, handing over boxes of toiletries they want to donate to the cause.
Eddie's hoarding, his gluttony, turned on its head, and instead is being used for some real good.
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Clavis Lelouch: Even If I Can No Longer Play Pranks
From A Hidden Oath: King of the BEAST (2024 Election) - Collection Event
Thank you @dark-frosted-heart for providing the SE video!
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Under the gentle sunlight, we went on a picnic date to the lakeside, but...
Emma tilted her head, puzzled, at the cupcake she took out of the basket.
Clavis: What's wrong? Not in the mood for cupcakes?
Emma: No, it looks delicious, but I'm a little surprised it's not homemade by you, Clavis...
Clavis: I heard it's popular in town.
Clavis: But I didn't realize you were craving my special cake... I've failed as a fiancé.
Emma: Of course I miss it, but I'm very happy with the cupcakes too.
Emma: I'll have one right away!
Clavis: Yes, I've prepared all kinds for you. Enjoy them to your heart's content.
Seeing Emma happily munching on the cupcakes fills me with contentment.
(I'm changing things up today. I don't want to bore her by doing the same thing all the time.)
(...But it's unsettling to not have anything planned.)
Emma: As expected of a famous cake. It's really delicious.
Emma: But I guess it's a little lonely without your special cake, Clavis.
Clavis: To hear such words, you've truly been influenced by me.
Emma: I've experienced so many of your pranks that I've had no choice but to get used to it.
(Ah, usually - no, even since I was young, I've always tried to get attention with pranks.)
(Otherwise, an ordinary person like me would fade into the background.)
(But now it's different. Even without trying to get attention, you look at me more than anyone else.)
(Still, I can't help but wonder...)
(What if you get tired of me someday and leave me?)
Even though I know it's unlikely, I can't help but think about it sometimes.
Clavis: Then, I must think of even more outlandish pranks that you can't get used to.
Emma: No, it's alright. Really.
Clavis: Don't be shy, don't be shy.
(The reason why I still have the bad habit of playing pranks on Emma to get her attention is)
(Probably because I'm unconsciously trying to prevent myself from doing so.)
(But if, by any chance, I can't even play pranks anymore...)
He offered her a book with a ribbon.
Emma accepted it as if examining it, opened the cover, and looked at it closely.
And finally, as if she had decided it was an ordinary book, her expression changed to one of suspicion again.
Emma: Clavis... did you eat something bad? Or did you have a nightmare?
Emma: Or are you feeling down... If you have any worries, please tell me!
Clavis: Haha, you're overthinking it. I'm always a devoted man - there's nothing strange, okay?
Clavis: Now, there's no one to disturb us here. Enjoy reading to your heart's content by the quiet lakeside.
Emma: That's fine, but...
Emma: But it's true that it's a happy time to be able to read a book while eating delicious food under the warm sun.
(That's right, that's right. I knew you'd be happy as a book lover, and my plan worked.)
As Emma finally smiled brightly and opened the book, the edges of the pages fluttered in the wind.
Clavis: It's getting a little windy. Even though it's good weather for a picnic, aren't you cold? That's right...
Emma: Wah...
I picked Emma up and sat her on my lap.
Clavis: You don't have to worry about that if you read like this.
Emma: Clavis, you just put me on your lap and didn't do anything... What's wrong with you today?
(She's worried, but her earlobes are bright red. Oh no, she's so cute I want to take a bite... my wicked heart aches...)
But determined to stick to my resolve, I cleared his throat and returned a gentlemanly smile.
Clavis: What? Do you think the only thing you can do without distractions is read?
Emma: Meaning...?
Clavis: It's just the two of us here, the perfect setting for a little fun with my fiancée, wouldn't you agree?
(When the time comes that I can't play pranks anymore, how will I confront this love and keep Emma's attention...?)
(Thinking about that time, I need to devise ways to capture her attention now, not through pranks, but through more straightforward methods.)
(As a first step, I've decided to thoroughly spoil Emma today.)
Emma: ...Does this mean today is a no-prank day?
Clavis: A peaceful day like this isn't so bad, is it?
Having dodged her probing question, Emma opened her mouth again with a serious and loving look in her eyes.
Emma: Isn't Clavis only Clavis when he's playing pranks?
Emma: I'm always prepared to handle those pranks, so don't hold back now.
(It must only be Emma who would face my pranks head-on like this.)
Clavis: I see, so simply being loved isn't enough for you?
Emma: I don't want to agree, but thanks to someone, it seems I've become that kind of person.
Clavis: Haha, there's no other woman as spirited and delightful as you.
Clavis: That's what makes you my beloved fiancée.
Emma: If you understand, then that's all that matt—mm!
As she wished, without waiting for her to finish, I parted her lips with a mischievous kiss and entwined my tongue with her surprised one.
Her body trembled slightly on my lap, probably because she was starting to feel the sweet sensation.
Emma: ...C-Couldn't we save the rest for when we're back?
Clavis: I told you, it's just the two of us here.
Clavis: The perfect place to make love, wouldn't you say?
As I slid my hand from under her skirt and caressed her thigh, Emma's eyes moistened with heat.
Emma: ...B-But there's no guarantee someone won't come, right?
Clavis: Don't worry, I've made sure no one will come near for a while.
Clavis: Now, think of this as another one of your requested pranks, my fiancée.
As I kissed her gently, conveying all my love, I made a deep vow in my heart.
(I will continue to search for ways to keep you by my side with love in the form of pranks.)
(And even when the day comes that I can't play pranks anymore, I swear to continue my love for you.)
FIN
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* Impactful by 4ureyesonly28 / @evilovesyou [T, 2k, Louis/Harry]
Having “packs” sort of belonged to the past, but it wasn’t entirely unheard of to move in with a bunch of friends as adults. It was practical in many ways: there would almost always be somebody home to receive packages, they could divvy up the house work and share living costs, they would always have friends around and if any of them had children, their aunties and uncles could look after them!
So. It wasn’t unheard of. But it was definitely a thing they would be called hippies for. In fact, almost all of them had already been called hippies and weirdos for it.
* Travel Blog Entry #28 by 4ureyesonly28 / @evilovesyou [G, 89 words, Harry/Louis]
Harry and Louis return home from a holiday. The last post on their travel blog is this poem.
* Hold Me Like A Grudge by 4ureyesonly28 / @evilovesyou [G, 890 words, Louis/Harry]
You can press your lips to someone’s skin and know this is the last time.
* And Now I'm Falling For You by @enchantedlandcoffee [T, 711 words, Harry/Louis]
“What did you do?!” Louis exclaimed as he waded out of the water, Harry hot on his heels. “I tried to save you! You know, this is the part where you tell me I’m your hero, and then you-” “And then I what, Styles? Shower you with kisses? Get a freaking grip, Harry. We’re not in one of your ‘old-school musicals’ with cheesy background music and full on choreographed dancing! This is reality and you just ruined my chances of riding one of the biggest waves the town had ever seen!” “Well, I’m sorry for not wanting to watch my best friend drown because he was too stubborn to admit that the bloody sea was too dangerous for him to surf in.” “That’s not what was happening and you know it.”
OR Snapshots of A Teen Beach Movie Larry AU with a twist
* I regret you all the time by @disgruntledkittenface [E, 3k, Louis/William Prince of Wales]
Louis’ friends don’t understand, and they wouldn’t even if he explained. But every time William texts, Louis drops everything to go see him.
* I'm the Big Fish by @lululawrence [NR, 5k, Louis/Pedro Pascal]
Pedro laughed with the man in front of him who… oh god. Was that Oscar Isaac? Louis wasn’t going to survive if he was left in this room with those two for long. He should probably make his exit, except then Pedro started doing some sort of freestyle it looked like while Oscar cheered him on. Louis couldn’t help but chuckle and was trying to hide his smile as he watched on when Pedro turned and looked directly at Louis, freezing when he did so.
After an awkward moment at a party he wasn't actually invited to, Louis keeps running into the incredibly attractive Pedro Pascal. Somehow, it's Pedro who manages to keep making a fool of himself, causing Louis to grow increasingly more confused at his behavior while also feeling more drawn to him. Maybe someday they'll be able to manage a moment that doesn't end in one of them feeling the need to run from the room in order to escape the other.
* Glammer, Top Hats, Cigars and Suits by @rockstarlwt28 [NR, 3k, Louis/Dominic Harrison | Yungblud]
Based in the 1920s - Alternate Universe.
When Isla found a love for the melody formed by a strumming of strings, Louis didn't expect to fall equally in love with his daughter’s guitar teacher, Dominic Harrison.
* Bouncing off the Wall by @signofcomfort [G, 34k, Louis/Harry]
Harry Styles is Louis' self-declared enemy, but it doesn't help that they are neighbours and their families are friends.
* Spirits by itsraininginengland / @ilovellama14 [E, 4k, Louis/Oscar Isaac]
A one shot set in and Edwardian music hall. Prompt from and written for the Louis rarepair fest. This was a challenge and a pleasure to write.
Edwardian music hall performer Louis Tomlinson meets the newest act in the show, the American magician Oscar Isaac. Romance, smut and a seance ensue. Also featuring best friend wing man Harry Styles.
* That's Happiness To Me by @louislittletomlintum [E, 24k, Zayn/Liam/Louis]
“Seems we’ve got a little conundrum on our hands,” Louis murmured into Zayn’s ear, feeling his hands settle back on his waist and pressing a little closer.
“Mm. Seems we do,” Zayn responded, and Louis liked to think his voice was at least a bit intrigued.
Louis’ mind was whirring. He’d wanted to try and get with Liam tonight, but now a new, better idea was forming. Getting Liam with Zayn, if possible, would be something of a dream come true. It would maybe blow Liam’s tiny brain, but sometimes you had to make sacrifices for good things to happen.
“Do you wanna try pull him together?” Louis asked Zayn curiously, grinning against his skin when he felt his hands grip tighter.
* It’s a Craving Not a Crush by LetTheMusicMoveYou / @letthemusicmoveyou28 [E, 9k, Liam/Louis]
All around him, his coworkers have started pulling out their chosen lunches. And Liam does the same, reaching down to the backpack at his feet and pulling out the Tupperware of leftover spaghetti he’d packed this morning.
When he sets it on the table he notices a little neon pink post it note on the lid that he didn’t remember being there before. Written on the note in messy scrawl it says: Have a wonderful day husband! Can’t wait to suck you off when you get home!! XOXO -Lou.
Liam feels his face go bright red again as he hastily rips off the note and crumples it in his fist. He glances around the table, but thankfully no one seems to be paying him any attention. They’re all wrapped up in their own food items or listening to whatever their boss is talking about.
(Or the one where Liam and Louis are best bros who end up getting married so that Liam has the insurance he needs to go to rehab. Now that he’s sober, they can get divorced. But do they want to?)
- Fic Fests -
* 1D Alpha Louis Fest / @1dalphalouisfest / Masterpost
Fics that involve Alpha Louis Tomlinson
* 1D Flower Fest / @1d-flower-fest / Masterpost
A fest dedicated to inspiring fics and artwork about flowers in the 1D fandom.
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I don't know who needs to hear this, but you should make an OC.
You should make an OC. Specifically a Spider-Sona. Like now. Preferably yesterday. [A MEDIUM-LONG essay about OC's, fanfiction, and how to enrich and better your writing skills in literally every sector. Throughout this essay I reference my two characters Disco-Spider and Inca-Spider as examples of the way OCs can be used.]
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"But no one cares about OCs -"
OKKAYYYY??
IDK about ya'll but fandom is NOT my final destination no siree
I feel like a lot of the time we get so caught up in posting and notes we forget that for many artists and writers on this platform - fanfiction is not the true end goal.
Many of us write and draw fanart for years -
But the fact of the matter is if you want to be an author someday, if you want to be a graphic novelist, an animator, etc, etc - You're going to HAVE to make OCs.
If you want to study English in college or publish books - you're gonna have to write an OC at least once. If not hundreds of times.
If you want to study art - chances are at some point you're gonna have to fill a portfolio with original pieces, including some of OCs.
If you want to do something with your writing, if you want to get better - or make a career out of your art, you HAVE to make OCs at some point.
And this is especially true for fanfiction writers.
You can get very very very good at writing in your specific fandoms, you may have the emotions of the characters on point, and the ability to describe the scenery.
But if you don't know how to create and design a character - if you don't know how to worldbuild, or come up with scenarios without the help of characterai and ChatGPT - you won't be able to write a book.
If you're an artist and you don't know how to draw an original character from scratch, how to match colors, how to draw certain skin tones, certain hair, wheelchairs and mobility aids, how to design a character from looks, to clothing - it's going to be so hard to expand your art outside of fanart. You'll always be beholden to the notes and popularity of your particular fandom.
Do it - even if you've never written or never draw before. Even better.
That's why I CHAMPION Spider-sonas so much. They're basically OCs on easy mode.
Can't write backgrounds yet? Here's a bucket on canon events to pick from? Can't draw faces? Blank mask with eyes.
Hell, if you're really really new about it - just pick a character and make a slightly different variant. Make a Hobie of your own, make a Peter variant. Make a Mary Jane variant. Pick a something you like and turn that into a character.
Can't write? Just fill-in the 'My name is [blank], I was bitten by a [blank]' script that Miles does. Can't draw, just draw out a basic shape of a body and color-out the suit, no fancy pose needed. That still counts!!
Make a self-insert. Make yourself fit into the story, design your suit, write out how you fight crime, how you'd act at the Society, meeting Miguel or Miles.
That's still character design, that's still worldbuilding.
We always hear people say 'Make art for yourself' and yeah that sounds nice - but people also misinterpret it.
Make art for yourself doesn't just mean making art that you personally like.
Making art for yourself also means making art that develops your skills even if no one gives a fuck. It's about making art as practice without the intention of it being 'completed', making OCs that never get used, drawing locations you see or writing a random ass short story then shoving it into your Google Drive forever.
Making art for yourself means making art that invests in yourself.
It means making art that interests you, challenges you, or helps you develop.
And making OC's helps develop your fanfic writing skills.
In may fandoms we begin to fall into these routine 'tropes' between characters and their personalities. This is usually known as the 'fanon' characterization.
Because when you have a set amount of characters and people, there's also a set amount of interactions and relationships between those people.
Writing OCs and having those OCs interact with canon characters allows you to dig deeper into sides of the canon characters we'd never otherwise see.
That's why I wrote Disco-Spider Diane like I do. Often, we see Hobie characterized as the chaotic, rowdy, confident type - which is perfect characterization for him. But in almost all of his interactions - he's the wilder, bolder, extroverted one. I wanted to put him in a situation where for once, he was the calmer one. I wanted to explore more grounded and chill sides of Hobie, one where he's the one grounding the other, and thinking logically - because in canon, we're hinted at a side of Hobie who's way more methodical and slow-paced and willing to stop and wait it out and play it off. And I wanted to see that. I wanted to explore what he'd do if he was faced with someone just as chaotic, who put on a cheeky ironic act - just the same as him.
Because no other characters serve that purpose in canon.
If there are elements of a character or concept you think are interesting but outright ignored by canon and fanon, you can create an OC to explore those parts.
For Disco-Spider: I wanted to explore how someone like a militant Black Panther would handle being Spider-woman, when Spider-people are usually shown as pacifists - what that would look like or how it'd shape her morals based on era, etc. For Inca-Spider: I realized there were so many culture based Spider people like Pavitr and Spider-UK. But none for indigenous communities, and NONE from countries that only existed in other universes. So, I created an indigenous character from Tawanti - a country that's located where Peru would be for us.
You can give a canon character a sibling, to explore how they'd interact with family. Give them a partner that acts totally different than their canon partner, write how that'd change the way they show love.
OC's make your original writing better, AND your fanfiction writing too. They can help you understand canon characters on a deeper level.
And sure, nobody likes your OC. NOW.
But every single character you write about, is someones OC. Every character you write about was once treated that way. Once upon a time, Dean Winchester was just some rando character in the pilot script of a show that hadn't picked up yet. Probably no one gave a fuck until CW picked it up.
The writers had to not only make him and develop him - they had to BELIEVE in him enough to pitch him to a TV show channel to make people care.
That's always the first step. Believing your character's story is worthy enough of being told and presenting it as such.
ESPECIALLY if your OC represents a demographic you don't see represented. Cause yes if there isn't any black women in canon then I'll Thanos this shit and do it myself.
Make OCs.
Write them. Draw them. Even if it's bad. Who the hell cares. Big Mouth is on Netflix with multiple seasons, have you seen that show?? 'Ugly' art is not a crime.
Make piccrews, fill out OCforms or take quiz's as them. Write little blurbs of them hanging with canon characters then post it in the tag.
You don't need a huge Spidersona sheet or a long long fic explaining their backstory. They can just be there.
MAKE OCs.
Make them to explore more in your fanfiction, make them so future you can write that novel or draw or that comic or sell those prints or whatever it is you plan to do.
Make it so your fanfiction AND original writing can grow stronger. It isn't just about notes and content and follows.
Make an OC. Make a Spidersona. Literally you have nothing to lose but your chains.
"Nobody cares-"
Oh they'll care when you pop out with that 6-book publishing deal. They'll care when you're designing big characters for movies. Cause that's how it happens. Watch.
ANYWAYSSSS if you made it this far I hope this inspired you to at least play around with the idea of OCs and Spidersonas in general.
Here's Hobie.
BYE.
If you want to make a sona and are kinda lost on where to start, lemme know!! Because I think they're amazing starting places for those who have never written or drawn before. Or if you have a sona but want to develop them further.
I haven't seen a guide to spidersonas and i wonder if that's something some people might want/need.
Seriously if I can even get one person into writing or drawing I'll be over the goddamn moon.
MAKE OCS PLEASE.
#I wanted to write a little post of positivity and it became a boatload#You gotta believe in yourself fam you got to#spiderman#atsv#spider man#marvel#spidersona#spidersonas#fanfic writing#fanfic#fanfiction#fanart#ocs#oc art#fic writing#writing advice#writing#art#fan art#oc x canon#f/o#self insert
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Hello again! I hope you don't mind, I want to try G1 request, please. Megatron have a child that is quiet, fair, gentle, respectful, and wise heir. In battle, the Decepticon Heir will get very serious and stern in battle and will lead the Decepticons into battle when Megatron is not available and make sure not one of them doesn't get killed in their watch. One of Soundwaves cassettes - Rumble, is in dangerous condition, one of the Autobots nearly finished him off before The Heir fiercely protected Rumble and carried him to the medics, which saved his life. The Decepticon Heir is sick of losses of their people - Decepticons, Neutrals, even Autobots altogether. A few days later, Decepticon Heir and Optimus somehow got separated from others in the battle while they fight each other alone. At a stroke of luck, the Heir managed knocked Optimus down. The Heir is about to kill Optimus, but changed their mind. The Heir said, "I'm sick of this war. Someday, I hope we won't have to be enemies in the future. Farewell, Prime." And then walked away. Megatron, Soundwave, and Optimus Prime. Please and thank you.
YES! We are on a roll with Megs having a child aren't we? Though G1 Megatron does have a different relationship with this Buddy (as well as his little sparkling is BIGGER than him). I sneaked in some extra things in there.
Hope you enjoy!
Megatron with a kid who spared their enemy in battle with Optimus Prime, Megatron, and Soundwave
SFW, Platonic, Familial, Romantic, Angst, Hurt and Comfort, mention of injuries but nothing too graphic, Cybertronain reader
G1
Being Megatron’s child wasn’t the best thing in the world, but they wouldn’t trade it either.
Buddy made themselves quite tight knitted with their fellow Decepticons.
Yes, even Starscream was a part of the family.
They saw that together they would be able to make a difference.
Sure, some of their family’s ways were a bit dysfunctional, but Buddy still loved them.
Soundwave walking down the corridor while looking over some datapads.
Buddy carrying Frenzy, Rumble and Skywarp sprinting past him.
“RUN! RUN! RUN! RUN!”--Frenzy
“CAN’T YOU GO ANY FASTER?!”--Skywarp
“I WOULD BUT I HAVE THE THREE OF YOU ON ME!”--Buddy
Starscream shrieking in the background.
“BUDDY!”--Rumble
“Skywarp why don’t you warp us outta here?!”--Frenzy
“Well—”--Skywarp
“Absolutely not! I’d rather run all around the Nemesis with you three digging into my spinal struts than get stuck in a wall again!”--Buddy
Buddy was closer to Soundwave and his cassettes.
Being one of the only other Decepticons making sure things were running smoothly, Buddy found themselves working with him more than Megatron himself.
Sure, Buddy and Megatron did have their little bonding moments, but lately it had seemed as if Megatron was more concerned with Prime than with them.
“Behold my master plan!”--Megatron
A copy clone of Optimus Prime coming out of the supply closet.
“…Megatron what is that?”--Buddy
“It is a copy of the original Optimus Prime. This will sure—”--Megatron
“Hold on. So, you just so happen to have this copy with you… in the closet…”--Buddy
“Yes?”--Megatron
“… Why?”--Buddy
“Because… because… that’s not important right now.”--Megtraon
“I feel like it should be.”--Buddy
“Shh! Now, we have a chance to defeat the—”--Megatron
Buddy and Soundwave having a telepathic conversation about getting rid of the copy as soon as the plan goes south.
They found some solace with Soundwave and the cassettes.
Buddy especially became acquainted with Rumble.
If Buddy was hanging out with one of the cassettes, they were most likely near or with Rumble.
There had been a lot of teasing within the ranks about the two, but nothing serious.
Buddy nor Rumble really minded that much. If fact they sometimes decided to use that teasing to their advantage or entertainment.
Buddy walking down the hall with Rumble sitting on their shoulders.
“Look who it is, the two love birds. What lovey dovey plans do you have today?”--Skywarp
“Can it Skywarp!”--Rumble
“Make me pipsqueak!”--Skywarp
Rumble was about to make a move when Buddy caught his pede, without looking from their data pad in their servo.
“Rumble I swear, if you go after Skywarp now when I’m just about to finish this report I will nail you into the wall with one servo.”--Buddy
“Woah! Buddy--”--Skywarp
“Yeah right! Not before I’d nail YOU to the wall so hard that you’d need the entire med crew to help you get back on your pedes!”--Rumble
“Wait what.”--Skywarp
“Bold of you to assume you could even do that Rumble, especially with your height.”--Buddy
“You guys can’t be— this is a joke right?”--Skywarp
“You think heights gonna stop me. I will climb you like those squirrels climb trees! Then we’ll see who’s laughing!”--Rumble
“You know what I’m just going to—”--Skywarp
“Skywarp who do you think is going to nail the other the hardest?”--Rumble
“…”--Skywarp
Skywarp warps away to purge his audials with bleach.
Buddy and Rumble laughing as soon as he warps away.
“It’s fun messing with them like this.”--Rumble
“Agreed. But seriously stop twitching I’m almost done.”--Buddy
“Make—”—Rumble
Buddy grabbing Rumble with one servo pushing him up against the wall while they finish reading their data pad.
“You want to finish that sentence?”--Buddy
Thundercracker turning the corner, sees this, then turns back.
“It is too early for this…”--Thundercracker
Frenzy once gave Buddy a type of shovel talk while the other cassettes in the background watching the show go down.
Soundwave dying a little bit inside with Rumble.
Frenzy standing on top of a bookshelf to gain some height on Buddy.
“—and if you even think about breaking his spark. We will find you and make you look like you went through a trash compactor!”--Frenzy
“Understood Frenzy.”--Buddy
“Don’t do that polite stuff! I mean it!”--Frenzy
“… You know that hurting him is the last thing I would ever want to do, right? I mean I’d never want to hurt Rumble and all but everyone gets hurt one way or another.”--Buddy
“Hmm!”--Frenzy
Ravage and Lazerbeak watching from the berth all of this go down.
“I guess you have my permission to make Rumble’s life the equivalent to a living mine field or whatever.”--Frenzy
“Oh, I’d be honored then.”--Buddy
“And there you go again with the whole ‘honor bound’ and ‘leader’ thing. Drop the act Buddy.”--Frenzy
“It’s called being polite Frenzy. You should try it sometime.”--Buddy
“Aha! There’s the Buddy I’ve been looking for—Oh Primus…”--Frenzy
“What?”--Buddy
Buddy turns around to see Soundwave and Rumble at the door.
“…”—Everyone in the room
“How much did you two heard?”—Buddy
“Information: Starscream now owes Soundwave 20 shanix. Buddy: permission to court Rumble.”--Soundwave
“Soundwave!”—Rumble and Buddy
“Frenzy…”--Buddy
“I swear I didn’t know they were coming back so early!”--Frenzy
“You have 10 nanoseconds of a head start before I catch up.”--Buddy
Megatron didn’t think too much of this when he heard about it, he thought it was a prank.
… After that day Buddy was seen more with Rumble than before.
Megatron is starting to think that maybe that wasn’t a prank… but it could still be a long prank.
A really long prank…
Buddy never lost their cool in the heat of battle.
Both sides knew this. It was something they could all agree on.
Buddy always had a failsafe in case the plans didn’t work out, especially whenever Megatron was not able to lead. The Autobots knew that it was important to keep their guard up during those times.
Today’s battle didn’t seem so different from the regular scrimmages they had in the past, it was almost a game at this point.
Buddy was fighting with against some of the Lambo twins, Sideswipe and Sunstreaker, when they heard their name being called out.
They turned around and they finally got the human saying of ‘everything going in slow motion’.
All they could see was a familiar blast coming straight towards their chassis. They wouldn’t be able to move out of the way if they could. It was going to hit them straight on.
Then Rumble jumped in the way, taking the shot, and fell a few feet from Buddy.
Buddy just stopped and stared at his limp body in horror as well as the Lambo twins and Soundwave. None of them could believe what had just happened.
The twins moved aside when they saw Buddy slowly moving towards him.
Buddy looking at Rumble’s unmoving frame.
“Rumble?”--Buddy
“…”--Rumble
Buddy walking up the body falling to their knees.
“Rumble? Rumble this isn’t funny! Wake up! Please, wake up!”--Buddy
“…”--Rumble
“Rumble? Rumble! RUMBLE?!”--Buddy
“…”--Rumble
The battlefield went still at the sound of an unfamiliar anguished scream.
Buddy was on their knee next to Rumble, servos trembling trying to remember the medical advice Hook had given them not too long ago.
At some point Soundwave came over, but Buddy was focusing on stopping the bleeding with coolant dripping down their faceplate.
Soon the medics arrived. They tried to take Rumble from their servos, Buddy didn’t let go. They opted to instead transport Buddy with Rumble.
Buddy carefully carried Rumble into Astrotrain with Hook.
Everyone else would fly back on their own.
Hook wouldn’t admit it out loud, but he felt sorry for Buddy and let them be by Rumble the entire time grasping his little servo.
“…You know you bought him some time.”--Hook
“What?”--Buddy
“If you hadn’t tried stopping the bleeding, he probably would have been dead 5 minutes ago.”--Hook
“…”--Buddy
“…You did good kid.”--Hook
“… will he—”--Buddy
“I don’t know. It will have to depend on what happens when we get back to base.”--Hook
“…okay…”--Buddy
Soon they all came to the base, Hook needed Buddy to let go, for Rumble’s sake.
Buddy nodded silently and took a seat outside the med bay doors.
As soon as they hit the seat, Buddy let out some stifled sobs and let the coolant run down their faceplate.
Giving a silent prayer to Primus to spare him as their vision blurred once again with all the coolant coming out of their optics.
Buddy staring at their servos, stained with some of Rumble’s energon mixing with their coolant.
“Buddy!”--Frenzy
Buddy turning to see Soundwave and the cassettes coming their way.
“Buddy: Status on Rumble.”--Soundwave
“He… He’s in the med bay now. It looks bad… I’m so sorry.”--Buddy
“Come again?”--Frenzy
“I didn’t protect him. If I’d move faster—”--Buddy
Soundwave grabbing Buddy’s servos gently.
“Rumble status: Not Buddy’s fault.”--Soundwave
“But—”--Buddy
“Not Buddy fault.”--Soundwave
“If—”--Buddy
“Quit it with the ‘if’s’ and ‘buts’! You are singly one of the best Decepticons we’ve had in forever! But that doesn’t mean your invincible! I know that. Soundwave knows that. Megatron knows that! Rumble knows that and… and that’s why he took that shot. Now do you think my brother would like it if he found out you were out here on your own thinking this was all your fault! No! He’d have my helm if he found that out!”--Frenzy
“Frenzy…”--Buddy
“Frenzy: Correct, minus extra language.”--Soundwave
“Hey!”--Frenzy
“Buddy had not helped Rumble in those moments… He would not have made it back to the base.”--Soundwave
“…”--Buddy
“Buddy saved Rumble like Rumble saved Buddy.”--Soundwave
Buddy nodding slowly.
“Now that we got that through your thick helm, Megatron wants to see you.”--Frenzy
“What?”--Megatron
“Soundwave will notify Buddy of Rumble’s status. Go.”--Soundwave
“…Thank you, all of you…”--Buddy
Buddy came around the corner to find Megatron. He motioned Buddy to come to his habsuite.
They sat on the edge of the berth, Megatron sat next to them.
Buddy half expected a lecture from him about being so reckless today, but to their surprise he placed a servo on Buddy’s shoulder.
“I thought I lost you today.”--Megatron
“Come again?”--Buddy
“I had tackled Prime down, he was about to start blasting when I redirected his blaster… if he hadn’t yelled for your name, I wouldn’t have known that the blast was coming to you.”--Megatron
“What…”--Buddy
“I thought… I thought I had killed my sparkling.”--Megatron
“But now Rumble—”--Buddy
“He will get better. If you’d have taken that blow…”--Megatron
“…”--Buddy
“He was… not the mech I’d think have you wrapped around your digit.”--Megatron
“Megatron—”--Buddy
“Definitely not who I expected to be your future Conjux—”--Megatron
“Megatron!”--Buddy
“The point is I am glad you are still here with me, little one.”--Megatron
“… I’m taller than you…”--Buddy
“Yes, yes you are.”--Megatron
Buddy slipped their helm into their father’s neck cables trying hard not to cry, but he made it harder for them when he started rubbing circles in the back.
Once Rumble was stable, Buddy, Soundwave, and the cassettes ran in to see him.
Buddy let the family have a moment with Rumble first.
“Great to see your up, knuckle head!”--Frenzy
“Quiet down a bit Frenzy, I gotta killer helmache.”--Rumble
“Rumble: Need medics?”--Soundwave
“Nah, I’m fine—What where’s Buddy?”--Rumble
“What?”--Frenzy
“Buddy! Are they okay? The last thing I remembered was—”--Rumble
“Right here.”--Buddy
Rumble looking at Buddy leaning on the doorframe.
Both visibly relaxing.
Buddy moves towards Rumble’s side and slowly grabs his servo.
“You okay?”--Rumble
“Am I, okay? You’re the one who got shot!”--Buddy
“Yeah, not the best. 0 out of 10 stars, do not recommend it.”--Rumble
Buddy laughing wobbly, their hold slightly shaking.
Rumble firmly holds onto Buddy’s servo.
“I thought… I thought—”--Buddy
“Well for the first time in a long time, your wrong. Seriously I after all this time, I’d thought you’d have more faith in me.”--Rumble
“Yeah… never underestimate a minicon, huh?”--Buddy
“Never.”--Rumble
Click!
“Soundwave!”—Buddy and Rumble
“Photos for sparklings.”--Soundwave
“Sparklings?!”--Rumble
Buddy faints on to the floor.
“Buddy!”--Rumble
“Well… on the bright side you have a roommate now.”--Frenzy
“I swear if I wasn’t on this berth, I’d knock out that stinkin’ grin off of your faceplate.”--Rumble
Buddy, once they recovered quickly from the fainting spell, used all their free time to visit Rumble in the med bay telling him stories and the latest gossip. He would need a little more care before he would be allowed out in the field, Buddy was prepared to help him with every step.
A few days later another scrimmage held near the same place as the last time.
Except this time Buddy had somehow managed to get in front of Prime.
Buddy didn’t know what possessed them, but they felt so much anger at that moment.
It was his blaster.
It was his fault.
Optimus’s fault for Rumble getting hurt.
For so many of their family members getting hurt.
It.
Was.
His.
Fault.
Buddy lunged at the Prime with what they would describe as something of raw rage, throwing them both off the cliff they were on.
Buddy remembered hearing so much screaming as they both tumbling down the uneven pathway hitting several trees and rocks denting their armor.
When Buddy stopped rolling, they immediately went to see Prime shaking off the fall. He was still disoriented, now was their chance.
Buddy wasted no time clobbering him, leaving no chance to get up or recuperate.
Buddy now partially sitting on Prime’s chassis grabbed a rock in their servo with full intent of smashing it and their servo into his helm.
It would finally be the end.
But they stopped.
What good would this do?
The bots and cons were going to continue to kill each other for revenge until there was one bot left standing.
But… if peace was made…
No more energon spilled.
No more praying to Primus that they would make it to see the sunrise the next day.
A chance live with loved ones by your side no matter what fraction you came from.
Autobot, Decepticon, Neutrals, everyone would be safe.
Buddy shakingly let go of the rock and got off the Prime’s chassis.
Optimus had looked into Buddy’s optics and sensed the sudden change.
When they had that rock in their servo, they held nothing but an angry fire.
But then the fire slowly started dying down until it was smolders of the once raging inferno.
The pair just sat in silence for a minute.
Buddy was the first to stand up and offered the Prime their servo.
He grabbed it as Buddy helped him up and turned to walk away.
“I’m sick of this war. Someday, I hope we won’t have to be enemies in the future.”--Buddy
“Buddy.”--Optimus
“Yes?”--Buddy
“… If you ever wish to join the Autobots, I would welcome you with open arms.”--Optimus
“I’m sorry, what?”--Buddy
“The choice is yours to make. Just know that I too am sick of this war. Sick of the fighting…”--Optimus
“Sick of losing bots we love?”--Buddy
“Yes… but if we unite together, I believe we have a chance, a fighting chance for peace.”--Optimus
“I…I’ll consider it Prime. Farewell, Prime.”--Buddy
“As to you Buddy.”--Optimus
Optimus made one last look and started walking back to base as well.
Buddy continued to walk/limp back when they saw something fly overhead.
It was Lazerbeak.
The minicon flew straight down and landed on their shoulder looking concern at Buddy.
No doubt the minicon had alerted the others where they were.
Lazerbeak also gave Buddy a couple of pecks to the helm, Buddy guessed this was part of their punishment for pulling a stunt like that.
Buddy took this time to sit down on a nearby boulder for a bit. Falling down a cliff at full speed could do something like that to a bot.
Megatron was the first one to arrive to see Buddy leaning on the boulder with Lazerbeak on their shoulder.
He came faster than the others and hugged Buddy like it was their last day on earth.
“What in the name of Cybertron were you thinking?! Jumping off the cliff with Prime like that!”--Megatron
“Kind of wasn’t…”--Buddy
“I can believe that! How could you—”--Megatron
“As much as I love hearing your lecturing, I have a split helmache and my frame feels like its on more hug away from falling apart.”--Buddy
“Hmmm… it seems that the fall was enough punishment.”--Megatron
“Yeah…”--Buddy
“After all you have something much worse to face.”--Megatron
“Wait what?”--Buddy
“Buddy!”--Frenzy
“Oh boy…”--Buddy
Soundwave and the other cassettes followed suite with a small search party.
The cassettes let out a small string of empty threats. They were just glad Buddy wasn’t hurt too badly.
Soundwave helped Megatron get Buddy up on their pedes and flew them back to base.
“Well, I think I went through that punishment faster than I thought.”--Buddy
“That wasn’t your punishment.”--Megatron
“What?”--Buddy
“Buddy punishment: Telling Rumble what happened.”--Soundwave
“WHAT!”--Buddy
“Yeah, you’re on your own there.”--Frenzy
“Nope, no, no, no—”--Buddy
“You don’t have a choice.”--Megatron
“Nice knowing ya Buddy. House arrest is imminent.”--Frenzy
“…Primus help me…”--Buddy
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Don't know if I'll ever finish it bc I don't know how to do background so here's the wip
Context: Dick goes to visit Jason because he doesn't answer his cell phone messages and Tim ends up opening the door, all messed up after sleeping with Jason :) yeah it's the nurse!Tim and boss!crime Jason au
Let's hope I'll be able someday to paint fucking walls
#fanart#dc comics#art#dc fanart#dc ships#jaytim#jason todd#tim drake#You can bet Dick got surprised#and Jason almost burned their breakfast bc#how can he explain that the nurse he for sure wasn't interested in is inside his apartment with his shirt on?#my art#wip
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Limited Merch Run Announcement!
Hey, everyone, I have exciting news! Recently, I was able to participate in a local vendor event and for the event I designed several sticker and print designs, some of which are RisingClan related. Almost no one bought them (which is to be expected of your first event) but that means I get to share them with you! More information below the cut!
I am selling the following products:
A 4x6 Print of Saoirse (Human Scorchplume) and her Daemon, like a Golden Compass AU, for $5 USD,
a 1 inch sticker of Fogpaw in a witch hat, for $3 USD,
and a 1 inch sticker of Oddstripe on a trans flag background that reads Stay Odd, for $3 USD.
This is a Limited Run though!
I only have 6 prints and 38 of each of the stickers and I'm not currently in a space where I can make more. Because of that, I will be selling them first come first serve through a google form.
My Patrons will receive the form a week ahead of everyone else (Aug 14th, 10:00AM MDT), then I will release the form to the public (Aug 21st, 10:00AM MDT). If there is a lot of interest, I may be able to print enough for everyone at a future date and people who already filled out the form will get first priority on that second run.
Thank you in advance for your understanding and support. I'd love to be able to make more merch someday and, if this sale does really well, that may become a real possibility! And even if you can't buy anything or you don't make it in time, thank you for following me and allowing me to do amazing work like this.
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