#sorry I didn't make a book cover for him I couldn't find a picture that would be good for it

[is-your-fave-an-american-girl]

R. J. Macready from The Thing (1982)

RJ Macready (The Thing) is an American Girl

[mochinomnoms]

Thinking about the Tweels parents reacted to them bringing home a partner, think of how excited mama Ashengrotto will be when Azul brings home his mate. After seeing Azul alone, depressed, and self-loathing for so many years, seeing him have the confidence to bring home his mate. If he is in his Merform she is even more thrilled. When she sees them comfort and hug him and allows Azul to cling to them she may faint. If/when they get married, you know she is throwing the biggest wedding reception in her restaurant. Yuu’s dress or tux, completely covered no matter the cost, all food, covered. She is just happy that her son found someone and Mr. Ashengrotto has to hold her back and keep her from squeezing Yuu to tight out of joy. She would also drop hints that she would be a great grandma and show you how cute Azul was in all his baby pictures.

Azul would probably die of embarrassment when his mom shows baby pictures and when they are finally alone (thanks to Azul’s Stepdad reminding her she has a Business to take care of) he finally relents:

“I’m sorry, she is just excited to meet you,” Azul has yuu curled in his many arms inside his octopot.

“Is she the reason you waited so long to introduce me to your parents?”

“Yes… also she has three books full of photos hidden in the house I can’t find and my step-father won’t tell me where they are. They just appear when guest come over and disappear when I try to burn them later.”

“Well, we are meeting your Grandma tomorrow so things should be better there!”

Azul groaned.

“More picture books?”

“Six books. I have no clue how she got half of those photos, I think she hired the tweels behind my back!”

She's so happy upon learning about Azul's partner. Ms Iris Ashengrotto is a sweet woman whose restaurant started from the bottom to become a renounced, exclusive dining experience that only the most wealthy, prim and proper folks under the sea could have the privilege of eating. It's why the Ashengrottos and the Leech family have worked together for so long, it makes a fine establishment for their… “business” deals. She's what we would equate to Gordon Ramsay, really: no-nonsense, with strict and high expectations in her kitchen. Similarly, she is oh so sweet with children, her own especially.

So it was a pain to watch Azul grow up so lonely, though she could never get him to tell her why. Iris assumed that it was due to bullying, most merfolk are not kind to cecaelias, but she couldn't go off and scare random children into not interacting with her son. Nor could she talk to their parents without knowing for sure if that was the case, or if her son was just naturally shy. It didn't help her worries when her son got skinner and skinner, thinking she didn't notice him look at his body in the mirror as he poked and prodded at what little fat remained on him.

She took comfort when the Leech parents sent their twins off to keep Azul company, though he didn't seem to warm up to them for quite some time. Even when he went to NRC with the twins, opening his own establishment, Iris was still concerned about him making friends. It's why she was so pleasantly surprised to hear from her son during his second year about his partner. He's shyly gushing about you to him, a magicless human that slithered their way into his locked up heart. With the way he describes you, like you hung the moon and starts, she's already planning a wedding in her head.

It takes some nudging after that to get him to bring you for a visit, but he eventually did over the summer break. Oh, she was delighted to see his limbs unconsciously curl around you, holding you close as you curled into him yourself. You were so cute! A sweetheart! A delight! A perfect child-in-law! Azul, please forgive her if she starts sobbing, but how else is a mother supposed to react when she sees her child gaze at someone with so much love in their heart?

The first day she's monopolized your time, feeding you and Azul all sorts of food and snacks, offhandedly mentioning that the two of you would have to fatten up a bit to give her health grandchildren. She had to withhold a laugh at Azul's mortified expression. Iris has several albums of baby and childhood pictures, eager to coo over how cute and chubby Azul was as a baby. Her son is sulking at the other end of the couch, but he still has a tentacle curled around your ankle, never leaving you for long.

It's when she's hiding away her album (one of three, Azul's destroyed many be she always has spares), that she overhears your conversation. Iris had stopped by his bedroom to let you two know that she needed to return to the restaurant, but instead quietly delighted at the sight of you two in his octopot. A cecaelia's octopot, hiding place, is a very private and intimate place. So seeing you, cradled in Azul's lap, as his many arms hold you close to him, makes her heart swell.

She decides to leave you two alone, taking one last peek as you giggle at a pouting Azul, before sharing a soft kiss. Iris is smiling at the sight, sighing as she can finally relax, knowing her son is going to be taken care of.

[sockmeat]

Imagine m!reader is an artist who says that they plan on drawing/painting Angel and Angel thinking that they're going to draw him all sexy like and keeps inviting him to come to his room to get some 'nice references' on how to draw him but when m!reader actually reveals their picture of Angel, it's actually Angel smiling while covered in flowers like holding a bouquet with a flower crown on, so real sincere soft looking paintings instead of the lewd stuff Angel was expecting.

𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 -- 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐃𝐮𝐬𝐭…(𝑯𝒂𝒛𝒃𝒊𝒏 𝑯𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒍)

(𝐰𝐜): 587

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: When Angel finds out you plan on drawing him, he's pleasantly surprised to find out the nature of it.

(𝐀/𝐍): shamefully looking into my inbox with month old asks... nony x6 i am very sorry

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬): sex talk, not really actually it's brief mentions, but then there's super cute gushy stuff yayyyy

                                                        𓆩♡𓆪

♡ You mention in passing that you want to draw him, thinking nothing of it

♡ Angel wouldn't let that slide though

♡ Obviously Angel gets drawn often, but he couldn't care less about that

♡ To know that you, somebody he's actually attracted to, wanted to draw him...

♡ You would never hear the end of it

♡ Angel pesters you constantly about it

♡ He does assume that you meant a sexual drawing, even though you were very calm and casual when you mentioned it. He just thought you were ballsy (and maybe already drew some)

♡ He never forgets to bring it up in conversation, if it's just to you or with others around

♡ He'll slip in the fact that you've been drawing sexy pictures of him in any conversation he can. If it seems like he can't, he changes the topic until he can

♡ He also never fails to offer you personal references for the drawing, even a "test drive" if you "aren't sure" how to draw him intimately

♡ You always stay polite though, merely gently rejecting or laughing off his suggestive comments with a flustered demeanor

♡ While Angel was bragging about the "sex art" you were making of him, you made one little doodle of him in your sketch book every night

♡ None of them were sexual like Angel had assumed. Each had its own sweet theme, from Angel surrounded by flowers to him during a moment of peace

♡ There were some made from your creativity, like Angel Dust with a bouquet of his favorite flowers

♡ But most of them were from real moments where he hadn't noticed you'd been drawing him. From him cuddling with Fat Nuggets, when he was smiling in a conversation, him in your favorite outfit of his, to him in his messy pajamas

♡ You made each drawing with pure infatuation

♡ Which is exactly why you put off showing him for so long. You were so nervous he'd feel uncomfortable by your art you hadn't noticed how desperate he was just to have something from you

♡ Eventually, you decided to just show him anyway

♡ You invited him into your room late one night and Angel made such a show of "getting ready" for you

♡ He came with his favorite pink robe and was surprised to see you still in your casual clothes with a notebook on your lap

♡ Angel sat next to you as you flipped through the book, which was entirely dedicated to him

♡ Every time he thought he would finally see himself in a sexy pose, he didn't

♡ His heart warmed as you explained the intention behind every doodle and how much thought you put into it

♡ Eventually, he completely forgot about why he was there in the first place

♡ He became so relaxed, his head found place on your shoulder as you droned on about your drawings

♡ You both relaxed into the bed as conversation moved from your art to random topics

♡ It wasn't long until Angel shuffled into your arms and fell asleep

♡ But you were so relieved, you couldn't help but fall asleep with him

[jungle-angel]

Lessons In Hardcover Romance (Ben Mears x Reader)

Summary: Ben Mears was never expecting to meet someone like you a famous children's author, but it turns out, it was the best thing that had ever happened to him.

Warnings: Ben adopting Mark but that's about it

Tagging: @floydsmuse @ateliefloresdaprimavera @sebsxphia

Ben perused the shelves at the "Book-Odds And Bookends" bookstore, trying to find whatever he could use for his next book project. Good God it was a slug, trying to find something worthwhile that would spark his inspiration. Mark was off perusing the fantasy and middle readers section and already the kid was making off like a bandit, but it left Ben plenty of time to go and flip through the books at one of the reader tables.

He had set some of it down when something in the children's room had caught his attention, a book lying on the ground, no doubt from the curly haired little toddler who had been there with her mother beforehand. He picked it up and turned it over, taken almost immediately with the cover which made a smile crack on his face.

Ben flipped through the book, captivated by the illustrations which had instantly reminded him of something akin to Beatrix Potter and Elsa Beskow. Even the story had captured his interest, one about a group of tiny little people that lived in the woods next to a farm and each little story better than the last as it traveled through spring, summer, fall and winter. Something deep inside kept telling him to buy the first book with all its images of spring and the beginnings.

"Hi, can I help you?" you asked cheerfully when you saw him approaching the front desk.

"Yeah I just I was wondering if I could......"

Ben stopped dead in his tracks when he saw you sitting there on the stool behind the desk, almost exactly as you had been in the picture on the back of the book. He swallowed a little nervously, his adam's apple bobbing a little in his throat.

"Um.......I.......I just need to be rung out," he stammered.

You smiled at him and began ringing out the rather large stack of books with a wide array of authors and subjects. When you came to yours, you couldn't help but giggle a little.

"I remember when I wrote this," you told him.

"Really?" Ben asked.

"Of course," you answered. "It was right in the middle of May when all the flowers were blooming and the weather was getting warmer. Everything in the garden was coming up and opening. Man there were so many blue jays in the bird feeder that they were making a racket."

Ben laughed a little bit as you rang him out for the books, carefully listening to your every word. He wished he could stay for longer but the dirty look you were both getting told him otherwise.

"Listen, I'm so sorry to keep you but I......do you wanna go and get a coffee after you're done?" Ben asked.

"Absolutely!" you answered. "I get off at one and there's a place up the street we can go."

Ben agreed and hurried off to go and find Mark, hoping he didn't get too big of a stack.

When Ben had rung out Mark's books, he put them all in the trunk of the car and patiently waited for you. The three of you headed for the coffee shop while Mark ran off to go and hang around with the gang of neighborhood goonies who were his best friends at school, leaving you and Ben to chatter away about the books the two of you had written.

That had been the start of a beautiful relationship for the two of you, one that two years later would lead to your wedding, the adoption of Randy McDougal, later Randy Mears and a family all your own. But you and Ben never stopped loving each other, let alone a simple children's book series that had brought you both together forever.

[white-sinner]

Seven brothers and their boyfriends

fourth born Satan x male book lover reader

Smut

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all fairy tales start with once upon a time and they all lived happily ever after and it's time for the story between you and satan to begin

when you two first met there wasn't this much interaction the only thing you understood about him was his hatred for lucifer

one of the details that made him fall madly in love with you was your love of reading but not just your personality your looks he loved everything about you. like the little mermaid

and when he showed you his room o holy heaven … it was as if he fell in love with you again your eyes sparkled! it was a whole room full of bookshelves and full of books finally someone who understood him his love for books in short a perfect match

most of the time you could find him opening your door wide with a pile of books in his hand saying

“these are some of my favorite books I think you might like them”

of course you also recommended them and lent your favorite books with the which unlike his was much more attentive

for your dates, these are almost always in the library, in his room pampering you while you read together but one thing that satan likes to do in particular is to recreate one of the romantic scenes of one of his books

now the fights between you two don't always happen but they are more frequent than other brothers but you can swear that after he calms down he will try to apologize in all possible ways for example by sending you pictures of cats with the word sorry, writing you a poem or even coming with a cat in his arms apologizing

SMUT

now this may seem like a fairy tale but this story is not all sugar and candy but there is also a touch of spice now this can go in two ways

SUB READER

satan was returning from the library when he saw a scene in the living room he saw you and lucifer arguing and you fearlessly answered him in kind, after that quarrel and you were still angry, satan he invited you to his room and as soon as you entered the Saw satan shirtless slamming you against the wall kissing you furiously

“you could have told me you wanted to do that wonderful show but you didn't tell me anything, naughty boy~”

“Huh?!”

satan throw you on the bed you were speechless but excited and satan could see it

satan undresses you while he runs his hands over your exposed body, he puts you on your stomach and your ass in the air and starts fucking you very hard, you put your hand on your mouth to stop your moans being heard

“Don't cover your sweet sounds, kitty”

“mmm~ go slowerrr”

to which he smirked and went faster

you know cats when their partner is in heat? this is exactly what happened

the next day Satan had to carry you in his arms because you couldn't move well he didn't mind

TOP READER

you and Satan were in his room reading and drinking tea when you notice something strange under the bed

"do not look!"

“some cat ears and a tail-shaped butt plug?”

“I-I can explain”

now you were intrigued by the tail shaped butt plug you already had an idea where the situation was going but you wanted to hear from him

“I wanted you to fuck me with those…”

said Satan in a low voice even lower than Levi

“What? speak louder baby”

"Come on are you serious? it's embarrassing"

“ok when you are ready to tell me he will find me in my room”

“wait wait! don't go..I want you to fuck me with those”

you only smiled after this and Satan's cheeks flushed red

"undress"

Satan followed your instructions and was left with only ears and tail

now he was under you while you fucked him making him see the stars

“M/NM/Nn-“

“No no,baby kitty don’t talk”

with that said he started fucking harder now you could see the bulge of your cock inside him

“Nyan nyan!!”

and so you continued until the morning

A/N: before this story ends I leave you with a photo

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[asterr1sk]

i have a txt req as well hehe, could u do a idol soobin x med student reader??? it can be sfw headcanons or sfw oneshot, anything really i just wanna feed my delusions lolol

a/n: i'm sorry if this is inaccurate but i hope you find it cute <33 kinda went wild,, did headcanons and a drabble

idol! soobin x med student! reader

both of you might not have a lot of time for each other, but whenever you do, soobin does his best to plan for your dates (you feel guilty cuz you think it should be you making the plans, but he insists on it)

it's a cycle, really; he does something for you. in return, you also do the same, and vice versa

you guys both know that you do different things, and understand the difficulty it comes with

he lets you do med practices on him,,

yk a pretend patient, and if he needs to lie down, i'm pretty sure he sleeps (you just let him sleep with bandages on and take weird pictures, then send them to his members too)

he saw you holding a syringe once and almost ran out; you had to reassure him that you were not going to take anything from him

oh and if it's a roleplay, HE WILL ACT and gets flustered (of course his face needs to be covered in the video)

he will do anything for you

when he comes home from practicing, you might see some wounds and bruises. he says it's fine, but you ARE a med student; of course you will tend to it

he can't pretend if he starts feeling ill

you randomly start saying medical terms to him, like anatomy, and he gets confused, but it's just your way of memorizing

so he just stands there while you point to some parts

omggg when you go to the library, he WILL reach for the books you need and carry them even though they're very heavy why are the books so huge

he thought you couldn't attend the concert cuz you were busy

but when he saw you holding a banner with his name on it, he smiled so wide

a fan took a perfect picture of that moment and it became famous within the fandom

omfg imagine seeing that and knowing you were the reason he smiled so much i'll fucking melt

you studied until late at night, and he kept scolding you to sleep. it didn't work, so he sat next to you with a drink he made for you. in the end, he still slept, and you took it as a sign to actually take a rest. you woke him, and he got surprised, making you laugh at him. 

"we should actually sleep on the bed now," you told him, and he wrapped you in a hug and carried you to your shared bed. "soobin, i still haven't washed up. let go." 

"yeah, you stink." he lets go of you, and you slapped him then went to the bathroom. "be fast with it! i miss you already!" he screamed.

you were finally done, and you saw him with a blanket on, hugging your plush. you removed the plush from his arms and replaced it with yourself, your back on his chest. he snuggled into your neck and kissed it.

"goodnight, y/n."

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

Random Hobie Headcanons [Prt.1]

me screaming about Hobie Brown just existing like these are just random headcanons of him doing fuck all and chilling but uuhhh this is also so long i had to split it in two parts so this is part one

chronic hobie brainrot u know how it is _______________________________________________

He's actually a fairly high ranking member of the Society

I like to think that Hobie - like Jessica and Ben - has a high ranking position in the Society

Even though he didn't mean for this to happen

Hobie's really good at working with teams, and persuading people. He's been Spider-man for a while, plus he has unique experience

He broke the barrier that 3 spider-people couldn't - sorry Miles you didn't loosen anything

Hobie would probably just ace every mission. In like record time

Miguel and Lyla watching it go from HQ and Lyla's like 'Oh, he's gooodd.'

The watches get a bug and need an update - but low and behold, Hobie knew about the bug and fixed his watch weeks ago. Chumps.

They need advice in taking down a particular anomally and Hobie is the only one with ideas that work -

And sure he may take the piss out of everyone and walk around HQ like he either owns the place or is about to burn it down but they can't tell him anything

He's just that good

I could see him helping out new trainees (and radicalizing them), checking in on every new recruit to see if they have a place to stay.

And Miguel respects that. Miguel isn't heartless, he cares about the society. And even though Hobie isn't doing it for him he appreciates the work Hobie puts in

Miguel probably knows Hobie is friends with Gwen, and that he was the one who stepped up when Jess wasn't

He loves to read

It just makes sense

With all the knowledge of anarchy and stuff, I assume he kinda has to be

I love the idea of Hobie and worn paper-back books that he reads again and again

All well loved, all second (or third, or fourth-) hand.

I imagine he reads a lot of non-fiction, and his favorite genre is history

He doesn't know why, but his brain loves reading about it and understanding the communities that existed in different times

But there are some fiction favorites he has, The Giver being one of them

He donates all the ones he doesn't absolutely need, leaving a sticky note in the front cover with a comment, same way he left one on Gwen's new watch

Hobie is a minimalist in morals

But not like the 'all white-house' aesthetic, but like the 'choosing to live with and on less to respect yourself, people around you and the world'

Everything he owns is second hand, and he likes finding really old cheap stuff, cause it connects back to the history thing

Every couch he's ever owned he's found on a street curb

He doesn't have much clothes, most of the stuff he does have were gifts, or from bands and shows

Instead, he goes to community swap-meets, and swaps his clothes for new ones every couple of months

He LOVES seeing other people in the punk scene wearing a shirt he'd swapped months ago, knowing it's gotten a second life

Hobie genuinelly tries not to throw things away if he can help it. Not in a hoarders way, but in an environmentally respectful way.

If he doesn't want it, he'll barter it away, or gift it to someone who'd like it, or make something new.

Even if something is broken, he'll try to gift it to someone who can fix it than trash it. He'd rather leave his busted TV at the door of a repair shop than a back-alley dumpster

He's low food-waste too

He's like 'Miguel bruv we don't waste empanadas in this house' and takes them for himself

He tries to finish everything on his plate (past survival tactic), but now he'll save it for later. Hobie be tearing leftovers UP.

He makes the choice to not carry money

Connects to the minimalist thing, also an anti-capitalist thing

Hobie doesn't like carrying money. As a personal thing.

Fuck he look like keeping pictures of the Queen in his pocket - absolutely not.

He barters everything he can - and he's good at it. He has an extensive network in the underground punk scene of London, and everyone helps out everyone

Weirdly enough, I feel like if you were dating him he's always ask for a fiver or ten quid or something because he genuinely doesn't carry money or change but somehow he's carrying a rare swiss army knife from 1935

But on the inverse side, if he ever comes across money for some reason, he'll have you 'hold it' in you wallet (just give it to you)

To him, it doesn't matter. He doesn't want to be attached to it. It's genuinely a moral he tries to live by.

He loves cats

He has a picture of a cat on his nightstand in his intro

I bet he has multiple indoor cats

But I also imagine Hobie being really interested and connected in the street cats in the neighborhood he lives and frequents (bonus point if cats are his special interest!)

He names them and knows their faces. Feeds them and checks up on them, tries to take care of them best he can

The ones who get hurt or a little old or weak become boat-cats, and they come live with him

He'll feed them fish from the river - and they always eat before he eats breakfast

None of them have bells or collars, they're not his pets - they're his little friends

He had 'weird' but practical eating habits

Hobie eats standing up.

He'll open the fridge and eat right there. He'll set the bowl on the table then stand in front the TV eating. He goes to the food court and doesn't sit down, just walks about

He's use to eating on the street, so to him, it's comfortable

He grew up going to Gregg or Tesco and eating outside. Grabbing something from the chip shop and scranning it as fast as he can before the rain starts coming down

He actually likes food, and wish he could get more into it - but fuck, he'll never be like those snobs that eat $500 dollar dishes at shitty restaurants

Small routines

In the morning, he takes the boat to the docks. Brush his teeth and get ready for the day

Next he feeds the cats that stay by the water, eating breakfast and playing records

He doesn't make his bed, but he checks all the parts of the boat's engine, just a good once over, and makes sure everything's running right

And then he HAS to say hi to all the people on the docks who know him - old men who'd been working there for decades, delighted when Hobie offered to help them unionize

He always reads before bed too, or on restless nights, he writes songs - practices new songs.

if you read this far, thanks! let me know if any of this mattered at all or if youre like 'sib what does any of this got to do with anything of importance bye have a good day and/or night

[heartfullofleeches]

Gumi Pop

Yan Candy Twins + G.N Reader

[Vaguely implied cannibalism, but they aren't human so it's up to interpretation]

"Cherry orrrrr blue raspberry? Neither really match with what I'm wearing, but they're pretty popular and I live to impress."

The soil is nice this time of year.

"Oh, oh! What about grape?... Mm, nah - Dunno if they changed the recipe, but the flavouring tastes like cough syrup now."

Moist and wet - the perfect place to hide... Let the worms and other nature forces find use for this sticky shell.

"Lemon is good.. but it feels too formal for a first date."

How could there be another place for him? How could you possibly love them after all he's done?

"Strawberry is another fan favorite as well as mine. Dress for the job you want as they say.... Gigi, I swear if you're doing that self deprecating monologue shit again I won't let you pick their locks like we planned."

The man immediately dries his eyes - a red smear ran across his translucent cheek as his sleeve covers his face. "Sorry, Lollie. It's just....we we've gotten so close to meeting them and I messed things up with my... accident."

Hopping off the roof of the car they arrived in, the woman pulls her brother into a hug - relieving him of the shovel in his hands. "Don't sweat it. Mistakes happen, and as soon as Y/n gets a taste of us it'll all be a thing of the past."

Giggling to herself, she pinches his cheek and plants the tool in the fresh mound of dirt - dumping the disturbed earth over the frozen face below. The pile lands center to his chest, soil and small pebbles filing the three, cylindrical holes punched right below his ribs. They'd be the first to claim his death was accidental. Readying a gift for the one they admired most in the human world, twins stopped by a convenience store a block away from your home to pick up the remaining products on their list. There really was no simple way to ease you into the idea of two sentient beings made of candy stalking you for years to learn the ins and outs of human society and falling madly in love with you along the way - but a gift basket was a start.

While Lolotte was gathering butcher knives and cards, her dear brother was in the back making himself presentable for the big meet. Unlike his siblings glossy shine and hard shell, poor Gumi was completely see through from a certain angle all the way down to his sugary skeleton. He was fortunate enough to not have any organs besides a heart, but for any unsuspecting person his appearance may still cause a fright and he didn't want to scare you away at first sight.

Gumi wanted to be cute and cuddly, just like the animal and snack his name derived from. Taking references from both, Gumi stitched together his own costume. It was really just a plush sweater with some ears and a tail sewed on, but the cute factor was high. He also fashioned a pair of paws out of his own bones and some gloves. The outfit was so adorable he couldn't help but put on a little show for himself in the mirror. Looking like a character right out of a picture book, Gumi took the liberty of acting like one as well. No way you could reject something so cute - right? Haha.. Haha.. ah..

Shit.

Turns out - mimicking bear noises in a store a location were they were apparently common wasn't such a good idea. Startled, the on staff clerk went to check out the noise fully unprepared for what he found. Equally as terrified, Gumi committed to the only logical course of action and slashed at the man before fleeing the scene. In another twist of events, solidified sugar was a lot harder and sharper than he thought and the cashier was dead by the time he had dragged his sister back to the scene of the crime. Without skipping a beat, Lolotte loaded up their items and the corpse into the trunk of his car for a quick drop off before they headed your way. The death count could've been a million times the size, and it still wouldn't have gotten in the way of her plans to make you theirs.

Gumi checks the time on his new phone. "It's getting late. We should hurry.. Plus the smell is getting to me."

"Not to worry, brother of mine." Lolotte fishes a knife out of her inner pocket and throws it in his direction. "I'll finish things up here while you go cut out your heart so we can finally wrap up Y/n's basket. You should be patched up and healed by the time I'm done, right?"

"Think so.... Thank you, Lollie." Clutching the knife to his chest, Gumi grins so hard his cheeks feel like they've spilt. "I'm so excited to finally meet them!"

He turns to the car - a sharp whistle preventing him from going far."

"Before you go, why don't you give me a preview of what you were doing in the bathroom?"

Wiping the newfound annoyance and former grief from his face, Gumi raises his wrists and bares his teeth - claws forever stained and a few missing their talon still buried in the organs of the man laud to an untimely rest as their feet. He quickly lifts his hood over his head as he puffs his chest.

"Rawr."

Sporting a grin of her own, Lolotte chuckles. "Oh, they are going to eat us alive."

[jewel9887]

Intrulogical Week Day 6 Inventions

https://archiveofourown.org/series/4461559 Part 1-3 are here

This is late but it didn't want to work with me. Day 7 is coming soonish

Part 4: Park Finds

"Why couldn't Dad take us to the park?" asks Patton, swinging his hand in Logan's.

"He has to get ready for work and leave before Roman's class is over and be able to come get you three. It's his turn to make dinner as well," Remus answers.

"Yeah he said he was making some sort of pasta," Virgil chimes in.

"Am I staying for dinner?" asks Janus holding Remus's hand. 

“Of course, silly snake! That's what's included in a sleepover! Our first one!" Patton excitedly exclaims. "And Memus and Loganberry will be there later for movies and cookies."

"Yes and I did promise that I'll make thumbprint cookies for everyone," Logan reminds them.

"So what do you guys want to do at the park?" Remus asks.

They continue walking and chatting about what each wants to do. Virgil wants to go on the swings and maybe skateboard, Patton and Janus want to go down the slide a few dozen times and Patton has a new game that he invented to teach everyone to play. Logan hopes to get some reading done before his class but knows it is pointless while watching all three boys and making sure his boyfriend doesn't get rebanned from this park which he will argue was not his fault…this time. 

Logan smiles thinking back to a year ago months after their first date which was followed by many more although they both agreed to take their relationship slow.

*****

When Roman (who had got a second chance only because the coffee shop called and begged Remus to cover a shift and never forgot the boys since) came to drop the boys off at the library for crafts. Before Roman could leave, he told them he had a question to ask the three of them.

"I know this is an unusual question but can I date Remus and are you guys okay with me being his boyfriend? The reason I am asking this; is because of how close Remus is to you three and practically helping you, Roman, raise Patton and Virgil," Logan asks, fixing his already straight tie.

"Dude, I gave you my permission after the museum date, anyone who can make Remus speechless is like that is just what he needs and perfect in my book," Roman assures Logan.

"Yeah, it takes a special kind of crazy to be willing to make a bet with Remus and drink an unknown drink plus you are fun to do puzzles with," Virgil says with a smile.

"Memus is more smiley and huggy and you make fun puns. Does this mean I get another older brother?" Patton turns to Roman. 

“That is up to Remus and Logan but I'm pretty sure yes," Roman says ruffling Patton's hair.

"YAY!" Patton yells throwing himself at Logan for a hug then whispers "Oops sorry forgot library voice." 

"I think we answered your question, Logan," Virgil smirks trying not to laugh and Roman doesn't even try to hide his laughter.

"Yes thank you and I consider you two my little brothers too," Logan says, bending down to fully hug Patton who grabbed Virgil pulling him into the hug.

Roman managed to take a picture without the other three noticing and sent it to Remus.

"Okay, I'll be back to pick you guys up. See ya."

*****

"What's got you smiling, my nerd?" Remus asks, pulling Logan out of the memory.

"Just how much I love you and your brothers," Logan replies honestly, making Remus blush.

"Remus, Logan, did either of you remember the sunscreen," Virgil asks before Remus can make a flirty comment back.

"Of course I did," Logan responds, "And I got everyone water, your knee and elbow pads, and this stuffed fish I'm not sure why but Patton insisted it was required for his new game." 

"YEAH! Patton makes up the best games at school," Janus yells, "It's how we met."

"That is a story for another day because we have arrived. Now remember the main rules," Remus reminds the boys.

"If I can't see you or Logan, I'm too far,"

"Try not to get hurt but things happen,"

"Have fun but be safe,"

All three boys list off.

"Perfect, now go cause some havoc." Remus smiles proudly making shooing motions.

The boys run off to play. Patton and Janus are heading to the slides and Virgil is taking off to the swing set.

Remus convinces Logan to play on the monkey bars. Logan has long since learned it is better to go along with Remus's antics and he always has more fun than if he did what was expected. 

After a while, they are tired and take a break on the bench to watch the three boys play. Virgil has switched to practicing on his skateboard and Patton has got some other kids along with Janus to play the game he invented and all kids seemingly understand despite looking overcomplicated in the way only a kids' game could be.

"I thought you said that Virgil has been skateboarding for months?" Logan observes watching Virgil struggling. 

"Yeah but for some reason the little spider just can't seem to figure it out," Remus winces as Virgil trips over the board.

"I'm surprised he hasn't quit yet," Logan remarks.

"Yeah usually he would but Patton wants to skateboard with him so he's refusing to give up," Remus replies.

"Yeah that sounds more like Virgil," Logan laughs.

"Yep, Virgil told Patton that by Christmas he'll be ready to skateboard. Virgil has been saving up his money to get Patton a skateboard as a surprise," Remus tells him.

"I'll be sure to keep it a surprise," Logan responds.

"I was planning on getting them some books so I believe one on skateboarding would be a nice one to include for both of them," Logan thinks aloud. 

"They'll love that, you've gotten this whole family to enjoy reading more. Roman and I are using the craft book you suggested to make Virgil's and Patton's Christmas gifts," Remus says, throwing his arm around Logan who shifts to get more comfortable in the embrace.

"I am glad to hear that and what are you both making?" Logan inquires.

"Roman is working on a new patched hoodie and I am making Patton a cat hoodie," Remus answers, "Roman's class got cancelled today and he is at home working on it which is the real reason we came to the park. I work on the hoodie while the boys are at the library with you."

"I am excited to see the finished products. Do you…" Logan is interrupted by Remus' phone.

"Hello, ok, I'll get the boys ready," Remus says then hangs up, "What were you going to ask?" 

"Roman answered my question," Logan says gathering up their stuff.

"Ok. PATTON, JANUS, VIRGIL TIME TO GO!" Remus calls and each boy comes running.

"Roman is here?" Virgil asks.

"He'll be here in 5 minutes and we'll be taking the car while you four walk back home," Remus answers.

"Loganberry, did you see us playing the game I invented?" Patton asks.

"Yes, I couldn't follow along and maybe you can explain it to me while we bake cookies later," Logan tells him.

"I can help too," Janus begs.

"Of course," Logan agrees.

"Boys, you ready to go home and make pasta?" Roman asks to walk up to the group.

All three respond positively.

"Alrighty, say bye to Remus and Logan and let's go home," Roman says, herding the boys towards the sidewalk then calls, "Enjoy your classes," over his shoulder.

Remus grabs Logan's hand and they walk to the car together smiling.

@intrulogicalweek

[crashing-all-modes]

UPDATE ON THE RAVEN CYCLE SCULPTURE!!

Sorry for such a long wait for the update. It was my last two weeks of school, and MAN, OH MAN, was it stressful for homework!!

Okay, so first of all, this is a long update with lots of pictures!!! (I’m going to make a TLDR version for anybody who doesn’t want to hear me yap, LOL)!

Once again, no spoilers if you have thoughts please!

As some of you may know, I had a project for my 3D design class where we had to pick a book and then create a sculpture out of the book (it can be anything, a scene from the book, a feeling you got while reading it, symbolism and so on). The one rule of the assignment is the pages of the book have to be the most prominent part of the design. So I was allowed to paint it, draw on it, and use whatever I saw fit as long as the pages of the book were included and the most prominent!!

For my project I decided to do the raven boys as tarot cards using the major arcana.

I’m gonna break this up into sections so it's easy to navigate!

Making the Hand

So funny story, I thought this project was due two weeks ago and spent all night (stayed up till 6am) working on it, only to wake up at 8am to find out it was due the following week. AH. So here’s what I did that night:

Dw, the hand looks way better after I had more time to work on it; I used about… 4 jumbo sticks of hot glue to attach it to the board? You can pick this up by the hand and use it as a weapon, and it will stay attached.

Building The Base Tarot Card

I made all 5 cards with 2 pieces: one large piece, which would be the back of the card, and another smaller piece, which would act as the part for the character to be on. I made them out of cardboard, so there’s definition.

Back Piece

I carved into the cardboard these small little triangles which was for the gold foil I planned on using! To cover the back pieces, I ripped up pages into uneven pieces and mod-podged them on there (because glue itself made the pages translucent).

Front Piece

The smaller pieces were very important when creating the cards because I used full pages from the book. I picked very specific moments in the book that helped to relate both the character and their card!

Ronan

This is the page where Ronan first "finds" Chainsaw. His card is The Moon, which deals with supernatural elements and visions, so I figured it would be a perfect page to use. Plus, it was one of my favourite Ronan moments!

Gansey

Originally, I wanted to use the page where Gansey recounted his near-death experience with the bees, but I must've used the page by accident because I couldn't find it ANYWHERE?? I opted for this page instead, because this is another instance where Gansey looked death in the eye and scared it off (his card is The Hanged Man).

Blue

I decided to use Blue for The Lovers card because I felt the irony of it was too fitting. I used the page where the reader learns about Blue's fate to kill her true love just by kissing him. The design for her card is so evil (if you keep reading, you'll see it), but it's good.

Noah

(Spoilers) If you've gotten this far, I'm hoping you've at least read the first book. Noah's card is Death, which is... very fitting for obvious reasons AND for the context of the card!! I decided to go with one of the craziest moments in the book when they find out Noah's a ghost. It's perfect for the Death card... and IT EVEN MENTIONS THE DEATH CARD ON THIS PAGE, WHICH I DIDN'T REALIZE UNTIL I WAS GLUING IT ONTO THE CARDBOARD!!

Adam

Adam is my favourite in the book and I had so many moments to pick from for his tarot card. Ultimately, I picked the scene where he and Whelk are having a face-off, and all MAGIC IS BREAKING LOSE BECAUSE HE'S THE MAGICIAN (as I've been told by many sources, I still have only read the first book)!!

After I glued all of the pages onto the smaller pieces of cardboard, I dyed them with food coloring!! I had no idea this would work, but thanks to YouTube, it worked so much better than trying to paint, and the colours turned out amazing!!

From left to right on the top row: Ronan, Noah (before tea wash), Adam, Gansey and the bottom one is Blue's!

Here's Noah's after being tea stained, I wanted his to look like it was old and worn, like it was lost in the earth. To make it blotchy, I used the actual tea bag and blotted it on the card like crazy.

I then went on to dye WAY MORE PAGES. It's surprisingly fun.

The Tarot Cards (Roughs)

So, for each tarot card, I created designs, trying to implement the original while making it my own in relation to the character. All of these are sketches, and I honestly might make them real pieces in the future!!

Blue

UGH. I think hers and Noah's might be my favourite designs (I'm very biased tho because I love skulls lol). Each card has an earthy theme, I included lots of flowers and branches!

Adam

Adam's is the closest to the OG tarot card, because I felt like it was so iconic I couldn't change much to the design. That's probably why his is my least favourite design LOL.

Gansey

Ngl, I really like the symbolism on this one. If you were to pull it in reverse it would be Gansey with the crown floating above his head, like it's his and he's close to reaching his goal.

Noah

OKAY, BUT LIKE GUYS, THIS IS AHGSSGSGHSH. Like???? I love him so much. I put him in a saint pose, like those you see sculptures in churches posing in or paintings of saints. But I love him so much.

Ronan

I love the vibe his card gives off. It's very contemplative and moody, just like him.

I love how all of the designs turned out, but I unfortunately only had time to make one, Ronan's!

Ronan's Card

To make Ronan's cutout, I cut pieces of different stained pages into the shapes I needed (like his shirt and his head), and I then drew on it with an ink pen. It was really difficult to make everything the correct size because of the way I did his card, so this alone took me an hour to do. Think of him like a paper dress-up doll, LOL.

THE FINAL

FINALLY HOLY CRAP. I'm running out of photo room for the post, so I'll make it brief here but post more on a different thread!!

Anyway, I'm going to make all of them into cards now that school's over, and I'll update y'all when I'm done!!

I just wanna give a really big shoutout to everyone who helped me decide which tarot cards to give to each character, especially @screechin-outloud! They went into so much depth without spoiling the book, and I APPRECIATE YOU!! I APPRECIATE ALL OF YOU!!!

And if you made it down this far, thank you for reading all of this!! :)

[ghost-in-the-hall]

Dances In The Moonlight (Falk Maria Schlegel x GN! Reader) - Part III

WARNINGS: None, just fluff, Reader and Falk gets stuck in a dark basement together and cuteness ensues

Part II - Part IV

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You spent your entire night tossing and turning, unable to stop your mind from racing with thoughts of your night with Falk. Watching the sunrise outside your window you decided it was no use trying to go to sleep. You sat up with an exasperated sigh, deciding it would be better to get an early start to your day since you were already awake. You smiled as the pants you were wearing bagged at your ankles, the smell of him still dominating the clothes he gave you to wear. You decided you would change after breakfast, getting ready still too much of a hassle for your exhausted body. You were a bit surprised to see Falk sitting in the dining hall when you arrived, paperwork strewn across the table. You grabbed some breakfast and walked over to him. "Would it be alright if I joined you?" He looks up from his work, smile immediately spreading across his face when he sees that it was you standing in front of him.

"Of course, please." He motions to the empty seat across from him. He haphazardly paws at the papers in front of him, trying to give you some more room. "Sorry about that, it's usually just me in here at this time of day, it's a good time to do paperwork." He explains, tidying up the pile. "Which, given that I am usually alone here, makes me wonder how I got lucky enough to see you this early." He smirks slightly at your flustered expression.

"I was having trouble sleeping." You respond. It was true, however you conveniently decided to leave out the fact that he was the reason you couldn't get to sleep.

He lets out a soft hum at your response, "nights like that are never fun. If I'm being honest I was also up all night." He adjusts himself in his seat, moving himself a bit closer to you from across the table. "Guess we're both in for a long day." You exchange a smile. His eyes lit up as he remembered something, "I need your help after mass." You gave him a perplexed expression, intrigued by his statement. "There's some archived books in the basement I need for a meeting I have today with the high clergy. I was hoping you'd be able to assist me in finding them?"

"Of course." You respond a little too quickly. When Falk said you would have to go look through the archives in the basement you didn't consider what that would mean. You stood at the top of a staircase that plunged into darkness. You give him a concerned glance. "We're going down there?" He nods, causing you to curse under your breath.

"I'll be right by your side the entire time, I promise." He tries his best to be reassuring, offering you a small smile to hopefully put your nerves at ease. You looked back down the stairs and back at him.

"Is there at least a light?" You ask with an exasperated sigh.

"There's a pull cord at the bottom of the stairs." You nodded, cautiously starting your descent into the darkness below. Every creak of the steps below your feet caused your heart to race. You grabbed aimlessly for the light, letting out a startled yelp when you walked directly into the chord. The single lightbulb buzzed to life, bathing the room in a sickly yellow light. You looked over at Falk, who was currently trying to suppress laughter at you getting scared.

"Let's find what you need and get the hell out of here, it's creepy down here." You shiver, looking around at the cobweb covered shelves. When you had pulled about half of the texts he needed you decided to take a small break. You sat on the floor, thumbing through one of the books you had grabbed, finding the occasional picture within the pages of German text. Drawings of enormous beasts in the forests caught your attention. You jumped at the loud slam that came from the top of the stairs. You watched Falk's eyes widen as he raced up the steps. You heard him curse as his fist slammed against the door. He walked back down the stairs with a nervous look on his face. "What's wrong?"

"The-uh, the door is locked." You rushed past him, hoping this was some sort of joke. You were going to get up there and he was going to start laughing, he was just trying to scare you. You turned the knob only to find it stuck in place. Your forehead came to rest against the barrier with a dull thud. You heard a soft gasp from the bottom of the stairs. "My meeting later, they know I'm down here. When I don't show up they'll come looking for us."

"That's going to be hours from now." You snapped. He could tell by the time in your voice how distressed you were. "Your meeting isn't until late tonight." You thumped back down the stairs. "Let's at least find the rest of the texts you need if we have to be down here." You tripped slightly over a box, candles spilling out onto the floor. A warm hand found its way to your shoulder. You turned to face him, the most apologetic expression you had ever seen crossed his face. He opened his mouth to say something but was cut off by the only bulb in the room exploding. "No, this can't be happening." Panic instantly grew in your voice. Not only were you trapped in the Abbey's basement but now you were trapped down here in pitch black darkness. You couldn't see an inch in front of your face down here. You felt yourself starting to hyperventilate as fear took over your entire body. Before you had a chance to attempt to sprint for the stairs Falk pulled you into his arms, crushing you against him.

"Relax, everything's okay, I got you." You fling your arms around him, trying to choke back sobs that were fighting their way from your throat. He gently ran his fingers through your hair, keeping you close until you managed to calm yourself down. "I told you I'd be right by your side the whole time didn't I?" You nod the best you could with your face pressed against his chest. He took your hand in his, shuffling around awkwardly in the darkness but never breaking physical contact with you. "I noticed you knocked over some candles earlier." He gently tugs you in the direction he was walking. You hurried closer to him, resting a hand on his back so you could tell where he was. "If we're lucky, candles mean…" he trails off as he digs around in the box. He makes a small triumphant sound. "Matches." A quiet scratch and pop was heard as his face lit up in the darkened room. He quickly lit a candle, giving the room at least some light. Seeing your tear stained face he reaches out for you. You leaned your cheek into the palm of his hand, his thumb wiping away a stray tear that was still left over. "I'm sorry I asked you to come down here with me."

You shook your head, "you don't need to apologize. I'm sorry I snapped at you." He pulls you into another tight hug.

"You're upset and scared, I didn't take it personally." You bury your face into his shoulder. "At least we're stuck down here together." He attempts to lighten the mood. You let out a weak laugh in response. "Would it help to take your mind off it? We have all these books, I could read to you if you'd like."

"It's just like we're in the library." You tried to focus on something other than the panic racing through your mind. Falk sat on the floor, tugging you down with him. The concrete floor was cold underneath you, not to mention incredibly uncomfortable. You shifted, trying to find a good way to sit.

"Come here." He moves you so you're sitting in between his outstretched legs, your back resting against his chest. "Better?" You nodded, now thankful for the dark basement, hopefully he wouldn't notice how flustered he had just made you. His arms wrapped in either side of you, holding the book open to allow both of you to read. His warm breath on your ear as he spoke caused a shiver to run down your spine. Thinking you were cold, Falk's arms wrapped around you a little tighter. He tried his best to keep your mind off of how creepy the basement was, putting on silly voices as he read to you. Story books passed down through generations until they ended up in these archives. Tales of monsters, witches, and other supernatural beings of the German countryside. His voice held an air of whimsy that left you hanging on his every word. Eventually you both gave up on reading, the two of you getting lost in conversation. You both were currently broke out in a fit of laughter, Falk completely giving up on finishing that story he was telling you. He wipes his eyes with the heel of his hand, still smiling brightly at you. You look at him with a gaze full of adoration.

“I really like being around you, Falk.” A tone of longing dripped from your words.

“Yeah?” You could see the pure disbelief in his eyes. “I’m glad… I like being around you, too.” His eyes glittered in the dying light of the candle as he gazed down at you. His arms now securely around your waist, your hands resting on top of his. He breaths out a laugh, “forgive me for being so forward, but-” You were both startled by the basement door opening.

"Falk? You down there?" A voice booms from the top of the steps.

"Charles, is that you?" You both scramble to your feet, almost tripping over each other in the process. You squinted as you stepped into the hall, even the dim lighting of the Abbey was too much for your eyes at first. You jumped back slightly, turning and almost running into a wall of a man that you were guessing was Charles.

"And who might this be?" Despite the aggressiveness of his accent there was an undeniably kind tone behind his words. "I don't believe we've met before." You were too stunned to speak, you had to practically look straight up to see his face. Falk placed a hand on the small of your back.

"Charles this is (Y/N)." He looks down at you, causing you to tear your eyes away from the giant before you. "This is Charles Greywolf, he's another member of the high clergy along with his brother Matthew."

He offers you a small nod, "pleasure to make your acquaintance. I take it you got stuck down there helping him prepare for our meeting." You nod. "Falk, why don't you and I go grab those texts. (Y/N), if you wouldn't mind, it would be a great help if someone could watch the door."

"We're going to need a light, the bulb finally went." Falk starts explaining everything to Charles as the two disappear into the basement. You leaned against the door, listening to them fumbling around in the dark. You wrapped your arms around yourself, already missing the comfort Falk provided. Each of them reappeared at the top of the stairs, stack of books in their arms.

“I’ll see you down in the hall. Take your time,” Charles' eyes flash over to you for the briefest of moments. “I’ll let Attila know why you were late.” Charles bids you farewell before disappearing into the halls.

“I unfortunately have to get going as well.” Falk states solemnly. His eyes trace over your features. “Can I take you to dinner tomorrow..? To make up for trapping you in the basement.” He clears his throat nervously, averting his eyes to the wall.

“I think I can fit you in.” You give him a teasing smile.

“How does 8 o’clock sound?” He takes a step to walk with you to your room before remembering he had a meeting to go to. You slowly began to part ways, miniscule steps to keep you in each other’s presence for as long as possible.

“That sounds perfect.” You smile at him, an expression he immediately returns. “Goodnight, Falk.”

“Goodnight.” Another small movement away. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” You give him an affirmative nod. He straightens himself up, giving you one more soft grin before heading to his meeting. Leaving you a smiling, blushing mess as you head back to your room for the night.

[3mcwritingbnha]

memories [b.katsuki x reader songfic]

Important Note: this is very heavily inspired by the song "Memories" by Conan Gray. lines of the song are embedded in the story.

It's been a couple months. Months without him. And, oh, maybe you had finally gotten over it.

It was just about enough time to make it so that just the mere thought of him was no longer enough to leave you gutted. He was gone. Hopefully for good. And you were finally okay with it. It had been enough time for you to no longer have to wince every time his name was brought up.

For you to stop crying every time you looked at all the pictures.

In fact, now you could kinda smile at them, for the first time in a while.

It's late, you're sitting on the couch, a faint smile on your face at the picture of the two of you, his messy ash blonde hair covering half your face as you tried to push him away from you. His mom had managed to catch the look on his face just before you sent him flying, the gleeful smile on your face making a small chuckle leave your lips.

A knock at the door grabs your attention.

The bell's ringing and it's pouring and so you hurry to the door, not wanting to leave whatever poor soul stuck in the rain.

You opened the door, freezing as his crimson eyes greet you at the entrance.

"I just wanna talk," he said gruffly, as if he hadn't just undone months of work to get over him.

And though you know you shouldn't, you let him in. He's shivering and his usual spiky blond hair is flat like a wet dog, left outside by its owners.

But please don't ruin this for me Please don't make it harder than it already is I'm trying to get over this

He doesn't seem to understand why you can't look at him. Why you can't meet his gaze when he speaks. He gets closer, words about how he's sorry, how he never should've let you go, falling from his lips. And you can't look at him.

But Bakugou had never been one to be ignored, so he gripped your chin with the tenderness he had only ever expressed in private, and he made you look at him.

How could he not see that you wished that he would stay in your memories? That him showing up today just ruined things.

All you wanted was to put him in the past.

But he won't let you do that.

He's drunk and rambling and pleading, looking as if ready to curl into the fetal position when you don't respond to him. He looks pathetic.

Playing the victim had never suited him.

So self-absorbed, he doesn't bother to listen when you say, "I wish that you would stay in my memories."

Why would he?

What did he care for the wishes of others?

How were you supposed to find an end to something that just kept beginning, over and over again, the ending never changing?

How could he not see that it would always turn out the same?

"There's no good reason in make believing that we could ever exist again," you said, and finally your words seemed to land.

"What do you mean? Didn't you hear me? I love you," he said it as if nothing else mattered. But to him, nothing else did. He wanted something and he had never taken well to being refused.

"I don't care," you managed, voice anguished. It was so obviously a lie, but you couldn't care. Not with him. "I can't be your friend, I can't be your lover. Don't you get it? And you can't be the reason for holding me back from falling in love again. With somebody else."

"Somebody else?" He had never sounded so small, and you had to remind yourself that you couldn't give yourself to him so easily everytime he fell apart. You had to be enough for yourself.

"I can't be around you, Bakugou," you stated, looking away. "I- things just can't be the same."

"At least have the decency to look me in the eyes when you say that."

Those words, coming from him of all people, pissed you off.

"Like you had the decency to tell me that you'd slept with someone else?" you retorted, words raw. "That decency?"

"I told you, it meant nothing." Incredible. He almost sounded sincere.

"Just- just leave." You looked away. "And grab your books and your coat and that one good cologne that you bought when we were fighting, 'cause it's still on my clothes, everything that I own, and it makes me feel like dying." Pressing your balled-up fists to your eyes, you sobbed. "I was barely just surviving."

You stood there, like that, hearing as he did as you said, the bold Bakugou Katsuki, meekly following your orders for the first time since you had met him.

He left you, standing in the middle of your living room, tear streaks down your face the only evidence he'd ever been there.

Maybe he finally understood how much he'd destroyed you.

I wish that you would stay in my memories....

[afrenchaugurey]

NEWT SCAMANDER AND (mostly Tina's) PICTURES

Is it me procrastinating about Christmas and not being able to sleep for days ? Probably (and probably why even in French this … thing is almost impossible to understand… Sorry)

(it begins with personal rambling, you can skip and go after the first picture)

(it's only a personal analysis and belief, not at all something studied or anything… Take it as HC)

Excepted for autism, and his work (or maybe because of both), there is another thing (among many others TBH, oupsi) that I love about Newt Scamander and his character's building. That's his fascination for pictures.

Hiding myself behind a camera has been, for a long time, a way to find a place in the world, to cope with social interactions and is how I met the few friends that are still in my life. Through the viewfinder it was easier for me to see people, the world, as I wanted to, as I needed to. I could focus on things that interested me, or just take the time for those which intrigued me or simply were difficult to cope with. Objects, details, colours, noises, … I could build a bubble for myself, a bubble that made me look like as if I was in the present, and really with people that surrounded me.

That said, it took me almost 25 years of photographic practice to dare to make pictures of people. Then, I did it as I wanted to, not with some “bizarre” codes. Eyes, hands, people without faces, a crease on a shirt, hands (yes, hands twice, I find people easier to understand when looking at what their hands are saying than when looking at their eyes)… It was a way to talk where difference didn't equal oddity. I was then able to exist in a group, behind the camera without looking directly at people. Ever. The eye-cup was my mask, among many others, but certainly the most efficient one. I didn't have to really be in the present, the camera covered it up, and the sound and vibration from the Clic of the shutter were my best anxiolytic, as were my books.

Anyway. I don't know why I talk about that. I like the pictures thematic around Newt's character because of how much Photography is also for me the only way to register a face. I need to see the picture of a person for a long while in order to be able to recognize them (thank you social media for that, at least at early rise). I let you imagine how it was for classes pictures… 3 months after the beginning of school I couldn't tell to my mother who was who). Without that time with a picture, I can't relate the face (that can sound familiar) to the person, neither with the context nor the name. If I have a picture to look at, I can memorize the person.

To be honest, if I had been Newt, it's possible (probable) that I wouldn't have been able to recognize Tina in COG if it wasn't in the specific context that we expected her (like in that cave, where he was looking for her specifically).

Fun fact : I was in a relationship with my husband for 4 years when he cut his hair, I didn't recognize him as himself, he was his older brother for me. It took me days to proceed.

The fact that Newt keeps one (or more) picture(s), beyond the romantic symbol linked to his times, resounds really deeply in me. In my interpretation, he carries the pictures of the people he wants to be able to recognize anywhere and anytime, no matter the context, no matter if he is prepared to see them, no matter if it's the wrong place/time/… or if it had been a very long time since he last saw them (Hello, Leta).

That's also what makes the Salamanders metaphor even more beautiful. The Tina in the picture is, to him, even more Tina than the real Tina at this point of the story (he spent more time with the picture than with the real one). This Tina is the one he sees every day, the one he had time to study, without the need to lower his gaze because of the reciprocity (it can be debated with moving wizards pictures and how Tina's pictures interact with him, or we can make other HC about that…

Carrying this picture, studying this picture, talking about this picture is his way to say I love you.

(and no, it's not creepy, it's just, I believe, a proof of commitment).

Another important point (and linked to the previous one) is how he keeps his pictures. The lid of his case is like a scrapbook album (and that has been confirmed by Eddie Redmayne in the SOD Movie Magic Book). This lid is where critical things (like pictures) are mixed with things that are, in appearance, unsignificant. These little souvenirs, however, are telling/keeping a story so much larger in themselves. These little objects and their soul are yelling a tale to us, a lot more than a long story or a video could (thank you, thank you Minalima for the props in the FB serie because it's A LOT about that). The call of the souvenirs to tell memory… My journals and scrapbook albums are telling more about myself than I could be able to verbalize. I believe the case's lid is exactly the same about Newt. If you want to know what is important for him at a particular moment, just look at the lid of his case.

Now… pictures in the pockets… It may be the part that fills my heart the most, probably because it summarizes the others points.

In the first movie, when Newt need to fidget, he lets his hands wander around his pockets (and not always the same side of the coat, if I remember well), and it's mostly around where he keeps his wand.

In the second movie, and even more in the third (where, I don't need to say it again, Tina isn't here at all during the plot), Newt's hands are always wandering around the same pocket, as soon as something is bothering him/if there is an anxiety trigger. This pocket is the one where he'll take Tina's newspaper picture in the Archive room, and the very same (from a different coat) he'll take his passport with Tina's ID picture in it.

That ID picture that is worn by time and use because I strongly believe that Newt uses this picture as an anxiety relief. If you look at it, the folding is in the same place as the lock of hair he put behind Tina's hair on the dock scene in FBAWTFT. Yes, I'm pretty sure that the pictures in his pockets are grounding objects, weapons against anxiety. Touching these, beyond the simple fidgeting (in a sensory meaning, that ALSO counts A LOT) is an anxiety reliever because they are representing Tina (and the memories he associates to her, and what he feels for her).

This choice is telling us about how Newt sees Tina, or, more precisely, what she also (added to the romantic relationship) means to him. It's her picture he uses to be grounded inside the reality, to stay inside the “human world”, to lower his stress level. By extension, I conclude she's the one who fulfill this purpose for him. She's the one who becomes her “human guide” in order for him to be able to navigate without (with less) stress when he has to handle and go through difficult situations for him. Which says a lot about Tina, but it's a story for another day …

Jacob is more the one who helps Newt to really learn/understand some social codes. TBH, that's one of the reasons I love so much their relationship (I also have my Jacob, as I have my Tina and my life is a lot better since then. I wish I had a Queenie…

).

I believe Leta was more or less doing the job in Hogwarts, far beyond any “lovers metaphor”. But I also believe it was differently, and at a different level. For what we know, her picture wasn't ever in his pocket, just in the shed, so I believe she didn't represent the stress reliever part, and she was, maybe, probably, a stress trigger.

Yes, Newt's relationship with pictures, is one of many reasons why I love this character so deeply. It's one of the reasons why for the first time in my life I feel so deeply connected to a fictional character (aside Bones & Reid, but Newt is such a different representation…).

[mcalhenwrites]

Going to ramble a bit about writing.

I'm trying to type up this big document that explains what all my stories are and tells everyone a little bit about them. It's to prevent major confusion/be used as a reference of sorts. I have so many novels. Some are finished, others are not. Some of these stories are about fifteen years in the making. (Some elements of Seasons are from that far back.) Stories like Rascal and Seasons are deemed too self-indulgent (and Rascal is too smutty) to be published, so I'm always going to leave them on AO3 for free. Others, like Geckos and my dragon universe stories and my asexual Incubus series are all books I'd like to see published. Even if it's just self-published. :') (I should probably include this info on the doc...) I'm not always sure it's worth trying to tradpub, not only bc that's a mess, but I'm self-indulgent, and looking at my brand... I'm a spanko. I'm either writing adult spanking (mostly consensual, but sometimes not) or stories that involve children being abused (which includes spanking)... and the two often overlap. Case in point with Rascal: Hazel's into getting spanked, but the interest stems from a childhood, and yet when his father feels he should have had a firmer hand with Hazel, Hazel's freaked out. To him, that's the equivalent of hearing: "I should have sexually violated you more as a child." Which is what I heard too, but what writer doesn't project? And goddamn if I don't feel unpopular for my stances in society... My stories probably get a bit preachy. (Seasons does, I get it, I'm not exactly sorry about that.) I know the reason why I couldn't find many traditionally published books that connected to me as a young spanko. I know why I still struggle to find them in the market. And that's the same reason I fear I don't stand much of a chance outside of self-publishing, and even then, I'm not sure how well I'll do. I'm sure people who don't know shit about spanking as a kink will assume 50 Shades has us covered, but in my experience, most spankos hate that book. Either for its unhealthy portrayals or the bad writing. Which... I borrowed the first book, read it, and still walked away knowing it was an unhealthy portrayal. It didn't warp my perspective. People should fucking read up on BDSM references and nonfictional accounts before practicing. The end. But fiction is fiction. As for the writing quality, I completely get that it's awful and the characters are uninteresting/rely on stereotypes, but I suspect this was her first fanfic, and we always talk about people never being too old to start hobbies. You're bad at them when you start! I wrote like that at twelve, but I started writing stories at seven. So by the time I reach my forties, I'll have plenty of practice under my belt. Not to say I enjoyed it, bc I def did not. But I don't think it works as the "be all, end all" of spanking stories, and it hardly even appealed to spankos. We usually have to find each others' stories online, and then it's a nice little minesweep of "will this fic be from someone who is a creep endorsing abusive spanking or someone who understands fiction should stay in fiction?" game that can be... somewhat traumatic at times to deal with. And personally, I'm really hurting even then to find stories where the characters take from childhood trauma and bring that into consensual adult realtionships... Anyway, here's a picture of my dog to make everything better, since this got a wee bit heavy? He's doing all right for a guy whose tail has a nasty hot spot on it right now, but he's being good and only needs the cone when he's not under survelliance (nighttime or home alone).

[talltoontales]

Heavy Load, Great Washability

[WP] After opening your dream tailoring store for 3 years ago, you're surprised to find the new super in your city come in looking to buy a super suit from you. Prompt by u/Difficult_Pirate3234 (Reddit)

[Written on 01/26/2024]

It all started three years ago...

Tim Burks barrels out the front door of an abandoned storefront in a fit of panic and covered in dust. He frantically wipes his entire body as passersby stare at him.

When I was a kid, my grandpa owned a laundromat and built it up from nothing with his own two right hands. It did well, but the real money was in the back, where he'd fix up old clothes for "cheap." He always said that place was like a "second daughter" to him. He passed away before I left for college, and Grandma sold the shop, but no one ever really moved in afterward. After graduating with a bachelor’s in business management with a minor in gender studies, I saved up and bought my grandpa's old shop. I refurbished it...

Tim repeatedly carts in several washers, driers, and tubing. As well as some vending machines, an arcade cabinet, and a couple of TVs.

...threw on a fresh coat of paint...

Tim finishes the final touches on painting the entire room beige. He walks out of the building covered in sweat and paint, where he's met by a man in a suit who hands him some papers.

...tore all of that down because the walls were filled with friggin asbestos...

Tim awkwardly walks back into the laundromat wearing an oversized, bright yellow hazmat suit, a backpack full of garbage bags, a sledgehammer, and a large vacuum cleaner.

Repeat steps one and two, and three years later, Righty Tighty Laundromat & Tailor was back open for business!

A blue neon "Open" sign flashes in the window. Tim sits behind the counter, feet on the desk, watching daytime television on the corner TV as the machines whirled behind him.

"Ahhh," said Tim, "Just like old times, huh?" Tim looks over to his side at a picture of his grandpa, grandma, and his mom in a family photo. He reaches past it, pulling out a small notebook. Opening it, the book is filled with outfit designs, some more practical than others. Tim pulls a heavily used pencil from the notebook's wired spine and doodles.

For a while, the place was doing alright. I had to eat a lot of sandwiches for a while, but I was making my way to the green. Until life reminded me of the most important lesson about owning anything in the big city...

A yellow blur flies through the front of the store, shattering the windows and crashing into some of the washing machines. Tim dropped to the floor in fear. After a few seconds, he poked his head from behind the desk to find that the villain, Fearocodile, a six-foot-tall brown lizard man, had just crashed into his store.

*Crack*

Tim jolts around to see a man in casual, bloodstained black clothes, pitch-black hair poking from behind his hockey mask with the spade symbol painted over the right eye. He carries a long rifle as he walks into the store and over to Fearocodile. The masked man pokes Fearocodile with the barrel of his gun. Fearocodile groans in pain as a response.

The masked figure throws Fearocodile's tail over his shoulder and begins to drag the monster out of the store with ease. As the two pass by the still-shocked Tim, the masked figure looks at the stunned man.

"Sorry," says the masked man in a distorted voice before continuing to walk out.

Always! Get! Super Insurance!

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I'll tell you what! Nothing puts the fear of God in someone more than seeing their bank account die in front of their eyes. I cleaned up the best I could and re-opened, now with a wider entrance. I couldn't afford to close the place down, especially not now. With a chunk of the machines scrapped and a horde of bills on the horizon, I needed all the money I could get. Thankfully, I didn't have to sweat for too long before someone offered me a lifeline.

It's late at night. Tim turns off the sign, turns off the store lights, locks the front door, and then walks out of the giant hole in the front of the store.

"Excuse me," said a man. Tim turned to find a sharply dressed man holding a suit bag under his arm. "I'm sorry. Are you closing up?" Tim looks over the man and his outfit, which feels too expensive to look at.

"Are you kidding?" says Tim, "Our doors are always open! Here, let me get the door for you." Tim runs back through the hole and unlocks the door from the inside. The wealthy man smiles awkwardly.

"Um, no, thank you," said the wealthy man, "I was just wondering if you could wash my gym clothes for me?"

"Buddy," says Tim, "My grandpa built this place off of gym clothes! Not a stain nor stink will leave this building!" The wealthy man struggles to maintain a friendly appearance.

"Sure," says the wealthy man, "just be sure to be discreet."

"No mentioning the unmentionables, got it!" says Tim. The man's face goes dull before just walking off. "Uh, ok. Stay safe, sir!" Tim goes to put the clothes inside before turning back around. "Wait! What's the name for the..." Tim looks where the wealthy man was walking only to find the sidewalk empty. He double-checks before shrugging it off.

Inside, he turns on the TV and throws the suit bag on top of a washer, where it lands with a thud. "Jeez, what's this guy training for?" After getting the good conditioner, he opens the bag and pulls out a black shirt covered in blood. Tim froze in place, only able to stare into the damp black and red fabric.

After passing out a few times, I figured I had already seen too much to back out. So, I did what I could, and I have to admit, I'm damn good at getting rid of evidence. Next day, the guy shows up to pick up his "Gym Clothes." Meanwhile, I'm just mentally preparing to see my grandparents again. I hand him the bag, and the guy takes a look inside, zips it up, and just walks out without even a "Thanks." I was too tired to even realize he didn't even pay me! A week later, I’m coming to open up shop only to find a bunch of big guys fixing up my store, and not your same old crack-showing construction workers. These guys were pros. They were even done that the next day and my store never looked better. All that was left was a note taped to my door; "Thanks." followed by the symbol of a spade.

[saga-project]

They'd been looking at baby pictures most of the night. Saga couldn't deny that far from being embarrassing (well, okay, some of them might have been, but he was putting steps in place to ensure that those didn't get leaked onto the interwebs by his annoying twin brother somehow), and far from being a reminder of how he was just a shell of the person Donatello had been, they'd been....nice. A reminder of what he could get back, possibly, if he could just remember how to be the brother that they all wanted him to be. The brother that could have a snowball fight with Raph and Mikey, the brother that could lie curled up in a tiny ball next to Leo and trust that he would be safe like that, the brother that could show off a new and interesting book that he'd managed to secure without fear of it being taken away and destroyed right in front of him.

The brother that didn't have nightmares about the Syndicate every single night. Who wasn't triggered by the tiniest, most insignificant of environmental factors.

There'd been a thunderstorm in the city, that night. That would have been bad enough, but all of a sudden the power had flickered, and the lights had gone out, and apparently the external power source that they'd designed to power the lair in case of such emergencies didn't feel like kicking on and doing its job. Suddenly it was dark in the lair, and cold, and silent, and Saga felt a whine rising in their throat at how much it reminded them of the long days and nights spent shoved into that isolation cell--

Papa? Papa, whatever I did this time, I'm sorry, it won't happen again, please let me out, it's cold in here, Papa please--

--and he could feel the fuzziness starting to sneak into his brain, the cotton ball-like feeling that probably meant a feral mode spell was imminent, and he huddled in on himself, shaking. No. No no no, not now, his brothers couldn't see him like this. He had to....he didn't want to be alone during that state, but he had to find someone who wouldn't judge him for it, and he didn't think he could make it to the pocketverse portal in time--

Wait a minute. Wait. April. April was staying over with them, tonight. That was it.

He snuck over to where she was lying rather haphazardly across the couch, shaking her awake perhaps a bit more urgently than he meant to. "'Pril. 'Pril."

April came bolt awake in the next instant, blinking fuzzily as she swiped a hand across her eyes. "Hmmm? Wha's....Donnie? What's up?"

"'S d'rk an' col' and I think 'm--" Shit. He was already slurring his words. "Don' wak' m' br'thers up."

She frowned at him, silently. "What's up with your-"

"'M not.....'m gonna.....don' f'l s' g'd an' I thin' 'm gonna go. Fer'l mode." April had already been around for one such instance of this, after all. They couldn't remember the exact details, of course--Saga's brain became frustratingly cloudy when he was in that state--but apparently feral them had fully accepted April as a "bale member" and tried their best to protect her from outside threats, something which they were secretly grateful for. They never would have forgiven themselves if they'd managed to hurt April, of all people.

But that alone gave them the confidence to tell their human friend about the possibility of lapsing into such a state, knowing that she would be there to catch them if they fell. And from the look on her face, she immediately knew how serious the situation was. "Oh. Okay. What d'you need."

"Jus'....pool." He needed water. Needed water to cover him and protect him from dark dark cold cold bad bad.

"Okay. Alright. You good walking, or do you kinda need carried?"

"Mmmm."

"Alright, hang tight." She moved to drape him across her shoulders, then, supporting him as best as she could. "Thank god the pool isn't far, man. You're heavy."

April started shuffling in the direction of the pool, and Saga chirped under his breath in thanks, his mind growing foggier and foggier until it was finally like a rubber band snapping. Between one breath and the next he was on the cusp of it and then gone completely, the third eyelid sliding up over his eyes as his brain fell fully into feral mode.

Someone was holding them. They would hiss and bite and get them away from bale members, they would protect bale members from cold dark--

Wait. This was bale member. And she was taking them to safe place. With slight detour--ah. Yes. Safe place.

They reached the pool, April gently setting him down within the water, and he clung to her like a stubborn koala at first, hissing under his breath. When he finally dared to venture away from her, paddling in small circles, a crack of lightning sounding from overhead made him squeak and tuck himself into his shell, huddling there. Loud noise loud noise no no no he was back in bad fight place they make him fight they--

"You scared of the thunder?"

He chirped and clicked under his breath, the translator that April had discretely picked up almost struggling to pick it up. Hissss click click cl-hissssss. [Sounds like crowd roaring, bale member.]

"Huh?"

Click hiss click-click hissssssss. [Used to make me fight. In Nexus.]

"....in the literal death arena?"

.....whiiiiiiiiine. Hiss. Click click. Hissssssss click. [Not want to kill, but they made do it anyway. Said it would make me stronger.]

"You....you were a kid. You are a kid. You don't have to be strong." Her tone was filled with some emotion that they couldn't quantify then, making them shy backwards and twiddle their claws nervously.

Click churr whiiiiiine. [Stay? Is dark and cold. I no like.]

"....Sure, Don."

From there, he was bold enough to swim around a bit, still being careful to not stray too far away from April. Bale member would keep him safe. Bale member would keep bad people from grabbing him, from throwing him in dark cell. As long as he stayed close, stayed where she could see him. Something bad would happen if he ventured far from bale member. Would be light and sound and sharp sharp bad bad pain pain--

He tried to shake the thoughts off, swimming to her side and chirping as she read through her comics. Prrrt! Cheep chirp! [Bale member likes stories I like! They brave. Story compelling.]

"Yeah, Jupiter Jim's a good one, isn't he?"

Saga started musically chirping to himself, then, wagging his hands by his sides as a happy stim, and April smiled at him brightly, her tone joking. "What're you doin' now, you dork?"

Cheep! [Theme song!]

"Nice. You could be a musician. You ever seen the stars? Like, the actual ones?"

He cocked his head, considering. And then shook it back and forth, silently.

"You can't really see them in the city. Don't worry, I can take you to a planetarium sometime or something! It's like your star projector thingie, but even better."

Saga let out a happy chirp at the idea, tail wagging behind him a moment before he sagged again. Prrrt purr purr chirp purr chirp. [Used to imagine, bale member.]

She looked at him sidelong, then. "What?"

Huff chirr chirp. Hiss whine. Chirp. Prrt. [That they keep me safe. Science people in comics and movies. Safe from dark cold place.]

April's expression was so, so sad, then. "You did?"

They shrank away from her again, tucking their head into their shell ever so slightly and huffing softly. [Yes. No family in dark place. No one keep me safe. So pretended.] '

"....well. You don't have to pretend anymore. We're all here to keep you safe. For good. Me too. Good old O'Neil promise, never gonna be broken."

He paused. Blinked, rather owlishly. And then nuzzled into her hand with a happy chirp, tail patting behind him. Prrrrrrt.

"Yeah, that's what I thought, tough guy. Feeling any better?"

This time, when a clap of thunder sounded overhead, Saga didn't even flinch. Peep. [Yes.]

"Alright. 'Cause I swear, we're gonna have a talk when you come out of this state. Somethin's been botherin' you, and I'm gonna find out what."

Oh. Well.

That didn't sound good.