#the Nomad AU is a good idea huh?

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Fantasy FengQing One-shot

Idk I just pulled this out of my ass, so enjoy I guess. XD

This is from that one random Fantasy AU I posted about a little while ago btw. F u n.

Feng Xin was starting to think that this wasn’t such a good idea. He had been wandering through the uninhabited eastern forests for over a week now, and he had quickly come to the realisation that he was not suited to a nomadic lifestyle. He was dirty, sweaty, tired, and he was getting dangerously close to being completely out of food.

God, I miss the castle… He thought to himself, pinching the bridge of his nose as he pushed through another patch of tallgrass. The tough fibres of the plants scratched at his legs and tickled his arms, but he knew he had to keep pushing forward. Who knew what kind of snakes, rats, or if he had particularly rotten luck, feldgeister, lived in these abandoned crop fields.

Eventually, Feng Xin safely found his way out of the field, but once again, he still saw no signs of civilization. As a royal beast tamer, he was used to residing in areas with villages and roads abound, but now, after the fall of Xianle… He found himself lost and alone, with no king to serve.

Well, not completely alone. A few weeks ago, Feng Xin had encountered an odd man who refused to remove his hood and mask, and ever since that short, frustrating, interaction, he had spotted the same man multiple times in the woods. Somehow, the man almost always managed to disappear before Feng Xin could talk to him, but through the few short interactions he had managed, he had found out that the man’s name was Mu Qing. The name sounded familiar.

Another odd acquaintance of his was a black cat. It seemed to be following him, judging from exactly how many times he had encountered the creature, but it didn’t seem to have any malicious intent. In fact, the fluffy animal was quite friendly, cuddling up to him at times or sleeping beside him at night. Feng Xin was pretty sure that it was not a normal cat, because it was easily the biggest cat he had ever seen, and it sometimes showed some very odd behaviour, but really, he didn’t mind the company, so he wasn’t going to ask.

Unfortunately, neither of them seemed to be nearby at the moment, so he would likely have to spend this night alone.

Feng Xin sighed, then just sat himself down on a flat rock and set his bag down beside the small tree nearby. He only had a few small chunks of flint remaining, so that was just another thing for him to stress about before he could find his way back to civilization.

He just stared down at the ground for a few minutes, starting to regret his decision to “start a new life” by walking off in a random direction and just hoping that he found people. When he finally turned back to his bag, planning to just set up a small fire and eat some food before going to sleep, he found that it was being dragged away by a disgustingly large rat.

Yeah, he definitely regretted it.

As the unnecessarily large rodent continued to pull at his bag, Feng Xin reluctantly got to his feet and drew his bow out. He had just notched an arrow on the string when abruptly, a large black shape fell down from the trees above.

Feng Xin blinked, mildly confused, as he watched the black shape and the oversized rat tussle for a few seconds, but he quickly realised what was happening. The unknown shape was that odd black cat, seemingly having come to his rescue when it saw his bag being stolen by the rodent.

The fluffy creature eventually sprang off of the rat, hissing indignantly, before it calmed itself down and began slowly to lick the thick blood off of its paws.

The little guy gave me a heart attack... Feng Xin thought, putting his bow down and sliding the arrow back into his quiver as he did so.

He approached the large feline and affectionately scratched it behind the ears, chuckling. “You’re still following me, huh? Y’know, I should probably give you a name…”

The cat glanced up at him, its steely grey gaze looking almost incredulous, but it didn’t respond, and just went back to calmly grooming itself. Feng Xin ignored the cat’s odd look, writing it off as just another weird quirk that the fluffy feline had. He stared down at the cat for several seconds, thinking through a few possible names, before he glanced at the dead giant rodent and decided on a name.

“How about ‘Fu Yao’? I think that’d fit you pretty well, little guy.” Feng Xin asked, knowing that he would receive no response. The cat just blinked at him again before simply tapping its head on the palm of his hand, letting out a quiet chirp. He chuckled, a slightly giddy grin spreading across his face as he happily continued to pet the cat, enjoying the warm purring sounds he was receiving.

As the sun began to dip below the horizon, Fu Yao started to paw at Feng Xin’s bag, mewling loudly. He chuckled, untying the strings for the cat and just watching with a warm smile as the cat dragged out a strip of dried meat and started to take small, dignified bites of it.

Feng Xin grabbed a strip of meat from himself, tearing chunks out of the tough flesh as he watched Fu Yao’s slow nibbling with mild amusement. He has better manners than I do…

He continued to silently eat for a few minutes, pulling his blanket out of the leather bag at some point, which Fu Yao proceeded to immediately claim as his own. Feng Xin chuckled fondly, waiting another few minutes, he just awkwardly cleared his throat and glanced down at the black cat.

“Have you ever run into that weird guy in a cloak?” He abruptly asked, and when Fu Yao just blinked back at him, he added, “His name’s Mu Qing, apparently, and… He confuses me. He might be stalking me or something, but I have zero clue why, and he refuses to say anything.”

The cat just blinked again.

Feng Xin rubbed the back of his neck, then slowly laid down on the blanket covered rock beside Fu Yao. “I don’t really know what he looks like, either. It’s just a bit odd…” He trailed off, glancing at the cat again before laughing quietly, shaking his head. “I don’t even know why I’m talking to a cat about this.”

There was a brief moment of silence before Fu Yao climbed onto his chest, kneading Feng Xin’s tunic with his black paws before curling up and burying his fluffy head in his own tail. Feng Xin sighed affectionately, then just resigned himself to his fate as a mattress. He rested his head back against his bag and allowed himself to properly relax for once, his eyes slowly drifting shut.

…

Feng Xin awoke to the sound of birds chirping and insects buzzing overhead. As he cracked open his eyelids, he squinted slightly in the bright morning light, blinking rapidly to adjust his eyes. It took him a few moments of confusion to notice it, but soon enough, he came to the realisation that Fu Yao was gone. Did he just come here for food…?

The brunette sighed, shaking his head, then just slowly sat up and began to put his stuff away into his bag again, preparing himself for another long day of walking.

As he haphazardly shoved his blanket into his bag, he began to quietly talk to himself. “…I’m pretty sure Fu Yao just wants my food, but hey, at least he’s nice to me.” He snorted, then added wryly, “Unlike that little fuck with the fancy mask.” 

After a few more minutes of reluctant packing and stretching, Feng Xin was back on the road. Thankfully, he found an overgrown dirt path running close to a river, which he decided to follow just in case there were people at its end.

He continued on his trek, still feeling very dirty, but thankfully much better rested. That was until he spotted a shape moving through the trees to his right. Oh, come on. What is it this time? Feng Xin rolled his eyes, but he prepared his bow and arrows just in case.

Slowly pushing plants to the side, Feng Xin peeked through the trees to see what the shape was. It’s probably just a buck or something. He thought to himself with an internal sigh.

He was proven wrong very quickly.

Staring at him like a deer in the headlights was Mu Qing, his ornate steel blue mask held in his hands. His grey eyes were wide, and all colour drained from his face for a moment before he quickly schooled his expression and shot the bow in Feng Xin’s hands a wary glance.

“You?!” Feng Xin blurted, raising his weapon slightly.

Mu Qing took a step back, snapping. “What about me? And put that thing down, I haven’t done anything to you!”

Feng Xin was about to reply, before he realised that the other man did have a point. “I… Okay, fine, but you still need to answer my questions!” He snorted, lowering his bow.

Mu Qing raised an eyebrow, then crossed his arms and responded, his voice dripping with venomous sarcasm. “And why is that? It’s not like I’m a criminal. Walking through the Feywild isn’t illegal, is it?”

“...The what?” Feng Xin responded quietly, his eyes widening slightly.

The man standing before him ignored his expression of shock though, just rolling his eyes and putting the mask back on. He seemed alarmingly unbothered for someone who had just stated that he was currently in the Feywild, and that just confused Feng Xin even further.

Feng Xin’s mouth opened and closed several times as he watched Mu Qing turn around and start to walk away, his mind buzzing with confusion.

“H-Hey! Wait up! What did you say?” He yelped, running after Mu Qing as the masked man swiftly walked in the other direction. “Where are we? Why are you following me?”

Mu Qing didn’t spare him a backwards glance though, instead just walking even faster as he snapped back. “Well, I’m obviously not following you right now!” Noticeably, he didn’t acknowledge any of the other questions.

It wasn’t long before Feng Xin gave up in his pursuit. Mu Qing was moving impossibly fast, and soon enough, he straight up just hopped into a tree and began to flee through the branches overhead.

He stared at Mu Qing’s retreating back, his amber eyes still wide with confusion and a little bit of fear. What? The Feywild? There’s no way… I haven’t seen a Fey even once!

He blinked several times before he crossed his arms and began to walk down the path again. That's bullshit. He's just trying to scare me...

Right?

[drwcn]

follow up to [post] exploring the crack au if lwj was a girl 

〒▽〒 ps im not trying to erase canon lwj representation, not at all, wangxian is mm in all my other fics, this is just stupid fun

in a ceteris paribus situation aka all other things staying equal: 

1) Lan Wangji 100% still has a resting bitch face, which probably would get her a couple of “Lan-er-guniang 美若天仙 (beautiful as an immortal/goddess) but would benefit from smiling more” comments but nobody is that desperate to die yet so, she’s spared. But damn... imagine the sheer number of thirsty boys who’d try to secure a marriage with LWJ. None of them is good enough for Wangji as far as Lan Xichen is concerned. Okay - maybe in Lan Xichen’s opinion, Nie Mingjue is good enough, but he couldn’t be less interested. I see her as I see Huaisang, Xichen please. 

2) Everything interaction between Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian in Wei Wuxian’s first life is now 500% more scandalous. 

Exhibit A) Their first meeting at the gates; Jiang Cheng immediately felt his spidey senses tingling.  —“You’d sooner have immortals flying out of your ass than get with someone like her. The second jade of Gusu? The pearl in old man Lan’s eyes? C’mon.”  —“Shut up, A-Cheng.” —“Uh-huh.”  —“Also, she’s not that pretty. Her brother Zewu-jun is much better. There’s a reason he’s ranked first.” WWX is still a disaster bi.  — “LMAO, you? Zewu-jun? Please.” 

Exhibit B) Just because LWJ is a girl does not mean WWX grew more brain cells. 

WWX, straight up to Lan Qiren’s face, “Lan-meimei and I - we’re zhiji.” (he means it like we’re kindred spirits, peas of a pod, etc)  LWJ: *does not deny* Lan Xichen: ⚆_⚆ Lan Qiren: ಠ╭╮ಠ

Exhibit C) Lan Wangji getting drunk the first time. Wei Wuxian knew he crossed a line the minute he invited Lan-er-guniang for a drink. Really, WWX, even for you, this is inappropriate. When Lan Wangji fell face first onto the table, Wei Wuxian knew, he fucked up. “Hey....hey...Lan....Lan...-er-guniang,” He poked her. “Don’t...don’t sleep here! You can’t sleep here! If your Uncle finds out or if Jiang-shushu finds out...they’ll skin me alive and then...and then they’ll make me marry you! I don’t want to marry you; you don’t talk and I’m too young!” 

WWX, being a dipshit, “Hey Lan Zhan, call me Wei-gege.”  LWJ, drunk as fuck, “Wei..gege.”  WWX *((( heart )))* ??? 

Exhibit D) The Cold Pond. Okay, so I don’t think Zewu-jun would sabotage his sister’s virtue by sending a stupid teenage boy her way while she’s bathing, but doesn’t mean Su She is above all that. Wei “I didn’t see anything I swear!” Wuxian. Lan “I will gouge out your eyes.” Wangji. Somehow they still end up in the cave. Maybe WWX got in the water after LWJ got out and got sucked into the vortex and LWJ heard the commotion, turned around, saw WWX had disappeared. “Wei Ying?!” A panicked LWJ jumps back into the pond, “Stop fooling around, come out!” 

Jiang Cheng and Wen Qing 👀👀 when LWJ and WWX fall out of the cave together. Also the fact that Lan-er-guniang and Wei-gongzi went missing, together, for two days. Who knows what could’ve happened. I mean anything really. I mean... that’s gotta stir the pot a little were it not for the Yin Iron stealing everyone’s attention away from this bit of juicy scandal. 

Oh the whole story... so much to work with, so little time. 

3) Because Lan Wangji is a girl, now suddenly there’s a high ranking member of the Lan Clan who can host the girls at Cloud Recesses. I mean, Mianmian, Jiang Yanli, Wen Qing, Lan Wangji - SISTERLY FRIENDSHIP. Other than Mianmian, none of the girls are really talkers which suits Lan Wangji perfectly. Even Mianmian’s chatter is endearing.

4) Lan Wangji is absolutely still a powerhouse during the Sunshot Campaign. The inherent aesthetics of fem!lwj telling the Wen goons to “kneel” - no one will deprive me of this.  Also she will still cut off your arm if you cross her - Xue Yang and Jin Guangyao ya better watch out still. 

I am TORN between two options: Lan Wangji tol and kickass or Lan Wangji smol and kickass. On one hand, the aesthetics of willowy elf-like LWJ, on the other hand, 5′2′’ of whoop ass who can and will throw an unconscious wwx over her shoulder firewoman-style and toll him to safety.  

And amongst other things: 

A) Lan Wangji still becomes Chief Cultivator, because excuse me who else is left to clean up this mess? Jiang “Short-fuse” Wanyin? Nie “I won’t do what I’m not intended to do” Huaisang? Jin “13 year-old” Ling? Or Sect Leader Yao?  Technically, being a woman means that she was never Lan Xichen’s heir, but at the end of it, it’s not like Gusu Lan is left with a lot of choices.  Just the poetic justice of Gusu Lan pleading for Lan Wangji to come back when she fully intends to 隐居山野 (retreat into the mountains) with the resurrected WWX.

Lan Wangji being Chief Cultivator would echo Lan Yi’s tenure and rectify the fact that Gusu Lan’s only female head of family “failed”. Lan Yi had to face a mountain of prejudice because she was woman; someone has to say “up yours” to that. A woman as not only the sect master of Gusu Lan but the Chief Cultivator? Love that for Gusu Lans. (⌐■_■) ☞ ☞

B) Because of ~ sexism ~ I wonder if Lan Wangji would get titled “Hanguang” at all even after the Sunshot Campaign. Even Lan Yi, the SL Lan of her time didn’t have a title. Chances are LWJ won’t either. (Note: Violet Spider is not a title, it’s a moniker). So — say after the way Lan Wangji is still just “Lan-er-guniang”, and she does not obtain the title “Han Guang” until after she leaves Cloud Recesses and become rogue. (srsly how did they come up with these titles in canon, did gusu lan just look at 21 year old lwj and be like yah he’s lord light bearer *cue trevor noah stand up joke* why do you call yourself “great” britain? isn’t that a bit presumptuous? shouldn’t you go around doing good things and then let other people come to the conclusion: oh britain look how great you are? same logic with lwj.) 

Lan Wangji, a Jade of Gusu or a nameless rogue, still goes where trouble is, helping those who need it. After laying low for a year or two to heal, Lan Wangji began night hunting. Donned neck to ankle in white silk and tulle, and a weimao (wide brimmed veil hat) obscuring her face, she became known to the people as Hanguang Sanren, the lightbearing wanderer. Gusu’s highest power probably has some idea who she is - or at least they can guess - but the vast majority of people don’t. 

C) Lan Sizhui raised by rogue Lan Wangji as his mum would be different. Still cultured, respectful, but definitely with an air of keeping others at arm’s length. 

For instance, grown-up Sizhui running interference and saving a cohort of gentry disciples on joint hunts.

Jingyi: 这人谁呀？Who is this guy? Zizhen: 多谢兄台搭救之恩，小可看您眼生，敢问兄台尊姓大名，何门何派，改日当登门拜访. Many thanks for saving us. I don’t believe we’ve met, pray tell what is your name and sect, so we may visit at a later time to thank you for tonight. Sizhui: 在下无门无姓 ，单名思追 。举手之劳不足挂齿 ，怎敢劳烦各位名门子弟答谢。My name is Sizhui, belonging to no family and to no sect. As for tonight - I only did what anyone would; it bears no mentioning and requires no thanks. Jin Ling: 你这人，看你工力不凡，想和你交个朋友，可你怎么遮遮掩掩的。Hey you, we see you’re a talented cultivator and want to make your acquaintance. Why are you so dodge-y? Zizhen：金陵 — Jing Ling - Sizhui: 若是有缘，还会相见。告辞。If it’s fated, we will meet again. Farewell.  

Later:  Jingyi: 思。追。 思追谁？Si. Zhui. To recollect and long for whom?  Sizhui: 母亲的一位故人. Someone from Mother’s past.  Jingyi: 你父亲？...Your father?  Sizhui: 我不知。I don’t know. 

I thought about how cute it would be if sizhui and jin ling knew each other but guys...Jiang Cheng literally thinks he killed Sizhui’s biological father. Like he literally thinks he orphaned Sizhui before Sizhui is even born. And Lan Wangji would never accept anything from Jiang Wanyin, not that it would stop Jiang Wanyin from trying. 

A package of books here, a new robe for Sizhui there. Lan Wangji doesn’t know how Jiang Cheng keeps finding her. She and Sizhui are nomadic.  

D) The inevitable conversation after wwx is revived. 

You know what would be funnier than Jiang Cheng thinking Sizhui is a wangxian baby is if Lan Qiren thinks Sizhui is a wangxian baby. 

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 308: VIBE: CHECKED

Previously on BnHA: Lots and lots of Shindou idk what else to tell you.

Today on BnHA: Tired Nomad Deku rescues Shindou from Muscular, and us from Shindou. Muscular is all “OH BOY I SURE CAN’T WAIT TO FIGHT DEKU AGAIN AFTER HE TOTALLY KICKED MY ASS THE LAST TIME!! I’M SURE THIS TIME WILL GO DIFFERENTLY SEEING AS HE’S HAD ALMOST AN ENTIRE YEAR’S WORTH OF ADDITIONAL TRAINING, AND ALSO HAS SIX FOURQUIRKS NOW, IN ADDITION TO THE CONFIDENCE THAT COMES WITH HAVING EIGHT OTHER PEOPLE’S SOULS CHILLING OUT INSIDE HIM OFFERING MORAL SUPPORT AND ENCOURAGEMENT.” Deku is all, “[kicks Muscular’s ass effortlessly].” Muscular is all, “[gets his ass totally kicked].” I for one am very satisfied with this, and with respect to all, I would like to hereby declare this post a discourse-free zone. I’m just happy to see my son out here making good use of his FOURQUIRKS, and more importantly beating Muscular in less than seventeen pages so we can all go on with our lives lol.

damn Deku since when were you allowed to look this cool

from this perspective and with the smoke, cape, backpack, and mask more or less obscuring his actual profile, he looks less like a sixteen-year-old boy and more like a grownass man

OH SNAP

we got a glimpse of this in the cleaned-up scan of 307, but seeing both of his eyes looking so distinctively All Might-esque here is... whoa. I mean we know that his face still looks pretty normal underneath the mask and he doesn’t actually have the black sclera, but still, this is an awesome look. mini-Might

lol Muscular

you and me both. I mean no offense, but yeah

so Deku is just standing there silently

typical Deku. tight-lipped and expressionless. mum’s the word. quiet as a mouse. silent as a grave

okay no but seriously this is so weird and creepy though you guys. Deku please say something or else I’m just gonna mindlessly say whatever stupid things come into my head in an effort to make things less awkward

so Muscular is all “I should probably make a cool speech about revenge but Horikoshi couldn’t think of anything good so I’m just going to stand here clenching my fist real slowly”

“I’m not here to go on a monologue” he says, as he monologues about not monologuing

okay you guys I confess I have only read through/watched the Deku VS Muscular fight once because the arm-breaking is just way too uncomfortable for me to revisit. and so as a result, I have completely forgotten Whatever The Deal Is with Muscular’s eye lmao so let me go look it up real quick

okay so it’s a prosthetic, obviously, and he changes it out according to his mood. that part does sound familiar. I just can’t remember which eye is supposed to indicate which mood. don’t tell me I actually have to go back and reread this shit

lol I’m skimming through chapter 75 now and remembering/realizing that I hardly paid any attention to this the first time around because as soon as I found out the villains were after Kacchan my brain was like “TIME TO FOCUS ON THIS AND ONLY THIS NOW AND FOREVER” and yeah. ah memories

anyway so he started out with the flower-looking eye, and then later on he was all

which begs the question, how on earth could I have ever forgotten the most ridiculous panel I’ve ever read lmao

anyway, but so after all of that, I'm only just now realizing that this isn't one of his previous eye prosthetics in the current chapter; this is an ACTUAL FUCKING ROCK that he's just randomly shoved into his eye socket fkdsjlk

so basically (1) I did all of that painstaking research for nothing, five whole minutes of my life wasted THANKS A LOT, and (2) what, and I have never meant this more emphatically, THE FUCK

anyway so now he's leaping at the building that Deku is standing on top of. but he’s not aiming anywhere near Deku though, wtf

(ETA: HAHA YOU BROKE ALL YOUR MUSCLES YOU LOSER.)

...huh

lmao okay then. I hope those annoying citizens in the building next door are watching this go down and rethinking their life choices

dlkdkljk

just keep standing there pressed right up against the window, why don’t you. “WHAT’S GOING ON THIS SUPER CLOSE COLLAPSING BUILDING IS BLOCKING OUR VIEW.” well, folks, we’ve long since known there’s a critical shortage of hero and villain brain cells, but what we’re learning now is that civilian brain cells are also in short supply

OH THANK GOD DEKU IS FINALLY TALKING THAT WAS ACTUALLY UNSETTLING AS FUCK

SO HE’S STILL OUR GOOD, POLITE, WORRIED, CONSIDERATE DEKU UNDERNEATH THAT COOL AND MYSTERIOUS VENEER. for real, thank fuck, because I swear to god if he suddenly started acting like the Dekus in all of the vigilante AUs my interest in this series would have dropped something like 50% lol. just because he dropped out of school and ran away from home and is currently dressed like the physical manifestation of a Linkin Park playlist doesn’t mean he’s not still the WORLD’S BIGGEST DORK okay

I MEAN, THIS RIGHT HERE. THIS IS WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT. HE’S APOLOGIZING FOR THE DELAY

PLEASE FIND THE ATTACHED SHINDOU YOU REQUESTED. BEST REGARDS!!!

OH MY GOD WHY IS HE SUCH A BADASS

something about making bold, confident statements while obscured in smoke?? idk but damn it fucking works

ffjkkl

more importantly, should you tell him you actually need your copy of Shindou in excel format and not pdf?? on the one hand you don’t want to sound ungrateful, but on the other hand what are you even supposed to do with this

this chapter so far consists of like 50% smoke, but on the other hand Deku VS Kacchan 2 had a lot of cinematic smoke too so who am I to complain

OMG IS IT HIS ARMS

IDK DID YOU?! TELL ME YOUR SECRETS. PLEASE, AT SOME POINT THIS FIGHT HAS GOT TO ACTUALLY ADVANCE THE PLOT

OHHHHHHH

IT’S EN’S QUIRK!! OH MY GOD OKAY THAT’S ACTUALLY AWESOME

I CAN HEAR THE SOUND OF DISCOURSE RUMBLING IN THE BACKGROUND BUT I DON’T CARE LOL. WON’T CATCH ME EVER SAYING NO TO ANOTHER SIXQUIRK. GO AHEAD, BRING THEM ON, I WANT TO SEE THEM ALL but take it easy though Deku. don’t want to give yourself lung cancer or anything

also it’s good to see that in a very real sense he’s not fighting alone. the Vestiges really did mean it when they said they could appear more easily now. this is on a whole other level

so is this whole next page still En talking, or someone else? because whoever it is sure is chatty

okay, several things

pretty sure it is En, because he keeps saying “I suppose.” for someone who never said two words until one page ago, this guy sure never shuts up. we can’t all follow Muscular’s lead I suppose. oh my god now I’m doing it too

really like the suggestion of Deku using the SIXQUIRKS like tools in an arsenal, because that’s what he’s good at! it’s almost like he’s been training for this his entire life. “you value quirks too much” LOOK HE JUST THINKS THEY’RE COOL OKAY IS THAT A CRIME

where the fuck did all this rope come from

not gonna ask what the fuck that thing is sticking out from the back of his utility belt. Horikoshi will surely explain this

is that a fucking jetpack. I’m sorry Deku were six fucking quirks not enough for you. you can fucking float??? but JUST TO BE SAFE, LET’S STRAP A PAIR OF ROCKETS TO OUR SHOULDERS IDK

-- or wait, is this all supposed to be like a visual representation of En’s metaphor?? OH MY GOD AM I JUST STUPID LOL, DON’T ANSWER THAT. NEVER MIND. NEW LIST!!

rope = blackwhip

jetpack = float

radio = danger sense

and so I’m guessing that this ridiculously phallic thing is supposed to be a flare or something?? and that = the new quirk, smokescreen. well that was a fucking ride lmao we now return you to our regularly scheduled chapter

so now Deku is floating to his heart’s content and thinking that he’ll just sneak up on Muscular and vibe check his ass or whatever

WOOOOOOOO DANGER SENSE YESSSS I LOVE THIS FOR HIM

okay guys, I'm gonna press pause here for a sec to make a serious note, because I am loving the shit out of this, but tbh I'm having trouble enjoying it as much as I want to because I keep getting anxious thinking about the discourse. I know that a lot of the fandom has very strong opinions on Deku's character development one way or the other, and I want to respect that. but I also really have no spoons to debate this topic at all beyond what I’ve already weighed in on. so if it’s all the same to everyone, I plan on staying out of this discussion, at least this week

anyway! that said, YEAH BOI GET HIS ASS

VIBE: CHECKED. CURB: STOMPED. HOTEL: TRIVAGO

-- OF COURSE HE’S STILL FUCKING FINE LOL HE CRASHES INTO BUILDINGS FOR FUN IDK WHAT I WAS EXPECTING

dammit Muscular. how many fucking quirks does it take to beat you?! the annoying thing is that even with all of his cool new powers, Deku is still something of a mismatch against him. anyway r.i.p. to all these poor buildings

OOOOOHHHHH

you guys have no idea how intrigued I am at the prospect of watching Deku try to play both good cop and bad cop here lmao

anyway so Muscular says he doesn’t know, go figure

“I’m not here to make small talk or anything” he says as he small talks about not small talking

OH MY GOD DEKU

are you really gonna talk no jutsu all of these villains from now on?? that last battle really did have a profound impact on you, huh! interesting

you guys he’s really doing it omg

Deku this guy tried to murder a five-year-old literally just for fun. I mean more power to you, but holy shit you’re really gonna try to defeat Muscular with anger management therapy huh

I MEAN

WHO COULD HAVE SEEN THAT RESPONSE COMING dlkjslkjk

FUCK’S SAKE DEKU, I KNOW YOU MEAN WELL BUT THEY CAN’T ALL HAVE TRAGIC PASTS KIDDO

but. I have to admit, I do still like that he tried. probably knew just as well as we did what the end result was going to be, but still. he made the effort in good faith and I respect that

uh oh

why do I get the feeling Muscular just got a whole lot deader

oh my god oh my god he’s doing the “powering up” stance ffff don’t fucking tell me you can still use your fucking arms here, Deku

BUT MORE IMPORTANTLY WHAT’S THIS??

okay so basically he’s saying that whatever it was he sensed in Tomura, he doesn’t sense from Muscular. which, yeah, that sounds exactly right. good judge of character here lol

AHHHHAHAHA YESS

WHOOPS, GET FUCKED I GUESS

WOOOOHOOOOOOOO

lmao so apparently this is the belated result of Shindou’s attack from chapter 307?? I’ll be damned. good for you Shindou!! I always liked you buddy. please just take my word on that and don’t fact check that statement

okay lol the one tiny bit of discourse I will allow is that it’s bullshit that he just did that with his right arm. like, I’ll fully acknowledge that. that makes no fucking sense, and I demand an explanation from the Great Plot Hole Filler himself. he’s never let us down before when it comes to continuity so I’m trusting him not to suddenly start now

that said, we love to see a rematch against a boring guy settled quickly and decisively within the span of a single chapter. THANK YOU

I like that Deku implies that his power is being a smart nerd who battles villains using the power of ANALYTICS. he basically didn’t do anything except restrain Muscular and wait for Shindou’s attack to take effect while halfheartedly checking to see if he regretted any of that murder and stuff

(ETA: and almost forgot to mention, he made excellent use of all four of his active SIXQUIRKS. it’s like the chapter title said; this is basically him fighting all-out, and it’s a sight to see.)

also, as cool as the mask was, this just feels right. like, we had our fun, now let us see his face, yes good

anyway, I think this was a good start towards establishing What’s Up With Deku Right Now! so if it’s all the same to Horikoshi, I would next like to take some time to explore Why’s Up With Deku. that, and What’s Up With Everyone Else, Especially Kacchan. por favor

[camillemontespan]

her one constant [part ten: head vs heart] [drake the bodyguard AU]

Master List

A/N: Such a cliche of a chapter but I don’t care, I enjoyed writing it! And it follows canon but with a twist! :)

Big thanks to @jovialyouthmusic​ for your pointers! Very helpful and appreciated x

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The following morning, Drake and Camille joined each other in the Manor ballroom for self defence class. Drake had instructed Camille to wear something comfortable. 

He wished he hadn't. 

She was wearing tight black leggings and a pink sports bra that showed her toned stomach. Her hair was pulled into a ballerina bun. 

Drake swallowed hard. Of course she looked good in gym gear. 

'So, what are we doing today?' Camille asked eagerly. 

Drake chuckled at her enthusiasm. 'We're going to learn basic self defence skills so that if you are ever in a situation where you feel unsafe or are threatened, you can hold your own.'

Camille nodded. 'Sounds good. What first?' 

Drake smiled. 'How's your punch?' 

Camille blinked. 'Um, I don't know.. I've never had to punch someone before.' 

Drake smirked. 'I had a feeling.' 

Camille rolled her eyes but smiled. 'Okay, so I'm a really nice person. I settle disputes with communication.' 

'God you're such a Duchess,' Drake teased. 

Camille giggled. 'And I also settle disputes with a bottle of wine.' 

Drake laughed. 'Maybe not a typical Duchess..' 

Camille gave him a wink and followed him to the centre of the room. She was trying her best not to eye fuck him but it was proving incredibly difficult due to the fact he was wearing a black gym vest that showed off his broad chest and muscles. His arms were corded with veins. Camille pushed down the thought: God I wanna lick one.

Drake cleared his throat and stood before her. He looked powerful. 

'So,' he said. 'Punch me.' 

Camille blinked in shock. 'Uh.. No.' 

Drake sighed. 'Look, just punch me.

'No!' Camille protested, stepping back in horror. 'I can't punch you!' 

'I need to see how you do it,' Drake explained. 'It's a basic move.' 

'It's a shitty move,' Camille corrected him. 'Drake, I'd love to punch the Applewood intruder but I don't wanna punch you.'

Drake pressed his fingers on either side of his nose, trying to gather patience. 'Camille, this is self defence. This is for your own safety. If I'm not around, you need to be able to look after yourself. I can't walk around knowing you can't defend yourself while I am the person who can help you. So, punch me.' 

Camille scrutinised his face. There was a long silence until she said simply, ' No. '

'Why not?!' Drake burst out, frustrated. 

'Because you're handsome and I don't want to give you a black eye!' Camille cried. 'And you're my friend!' 

Drake sighed. 'You won't punch me hard enough to give me a black eye,' he told her. 'Camille, punch me.'

'No.' 

'Punch me.' 

'No.' 

'Camille, for the love of God, fucking punch - FUCK!' 

He reeled back clutching his face. Camille stared at him with wide eyes, holding her painful hand to her chest as she watched him react to the sudden punch that she dealt him. 

'Drake?' 

He let out a deep breath and opened his eyes to give her a warm smile. A bruise was blooming around his eye but he didn't mind. Not one bit. 

'Not that difficult, huh? ,' he asked her softly. 

*********************

'Right, put these on.' 

Camille stared at the stilettos in Drake's hands with her eyebrow raised. 'Drake, when did you break into my dressing room?' 

'This morning,' Drake said casually. 'I chose your favourites.' 

Camille took the Manolos and tried to hide the blush on her cheeks. He knew about her favourite heels. Was there anything about her he didn't know? 

She slipped them onto her feet and swayed her body from side to side. Drake watched her, smiling at how cute she looked. 

'Okay, so you're wearing these because you tend to wear heels on a daily basis,' he said. 'But these heels are your secret weapons.' 

Camille let out a gasp. 'Oh my god, can I be like Catwoman?' 

Drake chuckled. 'Sure, why not?' 

'Does that make you Batman?' Camille teased. 'I mean, you are a loner. You wear black on a daily basis. Your voice is deep. You work alone. But are you Christian Bale Batman or Lego Batman? Lego Batman is the best Batman..' 

Drake rolled his eyes, enjoying her banter. He moved to stand behind her and placed his hands on either side of her hips, making Camille stop chattering. 

'What are you doing?' she whispered, turning her head to the side. 

Drake smirked. 'Relax, Camille,' he murmured, his breath hot against her neck. 

He closed his eyes for a brief moment. He could smell her perfume and her hair. Memories of the night when they kissed filled his mind. Hands. Silk. Coconut. Perfume. 

'So,' he croaked. 'You're gonna stab your heel back onto my shoe -' 

'No!' she gasped. 

Drake reached out to place his hand over her mouth, shutting her up instantly. 

'While you stab the heel down, elbow me in the gut,' he instructed. 'Fast movement, don't give room for any delay or they will know what you're doing to do.' 

Camille's tongue shot out to lick his palm. 

'Gah, Camille!' Drake groaned, pulling his hand away. 

Camille giggled and turned to face him, a mischievous smile pulling at the corners of her mouth. 'Fast movement, don't give room for any delay or they will know what you're going to do, right?' she teased, raising her eyebrow. 

Drake chuckled. 'I can't believe you licked my hand. Such a child..' 

Camille stuck her tongue out, proving his point. Drake shook his head and gestured for her to turn around. Camille obeyed and turned. 

'I'm going to grab your arm,' he told her. 'And you are going to strike the heel down and elbow me at the same time. Can you do it?' 

'I don't want to..' 

'Camille.' 

'But I need to learn so fine!' Camille said quickly. 

Drake nodded and took her arm, being gentle. He wasn't going to hurt her. 

His fingers felt like fire against her skin. Camille felt goosebumps blossom on her skin. She hoped Drake wouldn't notice. 

'Now.. Heel,' he said. 

Camille brought her heel down, making Drake wince in pain but he didn't let go of her arm. Her elbow stabbed into his gut, making him let out a groan. He let go of her arm instantly. 

'Well done,' he finally said once he recovered. 'Manolos are your weapon of choice now, okay?' 

Camille grinned. 'I knew I had a good excuse to buy them.' 

****************

'Last move,' Drake said, facing her. Camille threw her shoulders back and started to jog on the spot. She was filled with adrenaline now. Kicking ass was fun - though shame it had to be Drake getting his ass whipped. 

'Knee me in the crotch.' 

Camille stopped jogging. 'No,' she said. 'No, no, no -' 

'Camille, as a woman, you need to kick dick head men in the balls if they try to hurt you,' Drake told her. 'Balls are precious. It fucking hurts. I've not worn anything to protect myself because I need to see how hard you do it.'

'But it'll hurt you!' 

'I'll live.' 

Camille sighed but stepped closer. Drake braced himself. 

The things I do for her.. 

She kneed him in the crotch. 

Drake fell to his knees, holding his groin. His eyes watered as he felt pain fill every nerve. 

'You.. Did.. Good..' he choked out before falling on his back. 

Camille raced to his side and fell to her knees beside him. Her hair fell like a curtain from her bun, so that all Drake could smell was coconut and all he could see was her brown eyes with golden flecks. 

'I'm so sorry..' Camille whispered, reaching out to place her hand on his cheek. Her hand was cool against his skin. Drake closed his eyes, allowing her cool skin to soothe him. 

'I asked you to do it,' he croaked. 'No harm done.' 

Camille grimaced but she didn't protest. She knew this was Drake's job. He had to protect her and teaching her self defence fell into that category. But that didn't mean that sat right with her. 

Drake awkwardly sat up, leaning back on his elbows. He looked at Camille now, taking in her regretful expression. 

'Camille, I'm okay,' he murmured. 'Honestly. Stop feeling guilty.' 

Camille let out a shakey breath. She looked down at her hands, wringing them together. Drake's heart softened more. 

'Camille, look at me.' 

Camille sniffled. 

Alarmed, Drake reached out to rest his finger under her chin so he could raise her face up. Their eyes locked. Hers were filled with tears. 

'What's wrong?' he asked gently. 

'I know you're teaching me self defence,' Camille said, her voice trembling, 'but the idea that you could get hurt protecting me.. It really scares me, Drake. I can't.. I can't bear the idea. Like it kills me having to hurt you during this lesson. But what happens if you get hurt in real life? I can't stand to think about it.'

She rubbed her eyes harshly. Drake caught at her wrists, forcing her to look at him. 

' Camille,' he said steadily. 'I am your bodyguard, first and foremost. My job is to be your human shield. If you are in danger, it is my job to get you out of it, no matter the consequences.' 

Camille's eyes bore into his. 'You are so much more than a human shield, Drake,' she told him, her voice growing fierce. 'Your life has no less equal value than mine -' 

'But it's something I will happily give away if it meant you're safe,' Drake interrupted. 'Camille, I knew when I became a bodyguard that I could get hurt or even die in duty. But I don't care. And when it comes to you, I will protect you with my life. Because its my duty but also -' 

Camille blinked. 'Also?' she echoed. 

Drake kept his eyes on hers. His heart was hammering inside his chest, threatening to explode from the way she was looking at him and the thoughts going through his mind. 

'But also because you are the single most important thing in my life,' Drake finally said. 'I'll be damned if I let anything take that away from me. If that means getting hurt in the process, I don't give a shit. I'd never hesitate to take a bullet for you, Camille. So you better get used to the possibility-' 

Camille's mouth crashed against Drake's. 

He let out a surprised gasp as her lips pressed hard against his. When he realised what was happening, he automatically reached out to pull her into him, his hands spreading across her back. Camille kissed him hungrily, as if she had been starving for years and only now had found sustenance. 

'Camille..' he said against her lips, his voice like a warning. Be normal. Be normal. 

'Don't talk,' she whispered against his mouth, drowning out the warnings in his mind. 

'Yes ma'am,' Drake growled. 

He pulled her down onto him so he was lying on the floor. Camille straddled him, her kisses urgent as her lips travelled down his jaw towards his throat, kisses filled with heat and longing. 

Camille could feel his erection through his sweatpants. Testing the waters, she rolled her hips against his. 

Drake let out a visceral groan that rumbled from the pit of his stomach. Camille smiled like she had discovered a dirty little secret.

He rolled her over suddenly so he was suspended above her. His hands rested on either side of her head, supporting his weight, as he kissed her neck. He nipped at her throat with his teeth, making her curl her fingers into his hair. 

'I like self defence classes..' she whispered in his ear. 

Drake pulled back to give her a smirk. 'Oh really?' he asked. 'How about this?' 

He pinned her arms above her head, holding her down. Camille arched her back as Drake's lips kissed her collarbone and jaw. As he kissed her, Camille's hand roamed down his chest to the waistband of his sweats. Her hand brushed his crotch. 

Drake stilled. 

Camille blinked, sensing a change in the atmosphere. 'Drake?' 

'We should stop..' Drake whispered, his eyes dark as he looked down at her. 'Before we go too far.' 

Camille looked down at the tent situation in Drake's crotch region. 'But its right there.' 

Drake chuckled despite the awkward situation. 'We agreed to be professional,' he said. 'Be normal, whatever that means. Right now, we are doing the opposite.' 

Camille cleared her throat and sat up. She arranged her hair, now a tousled mess, back into a neat bun. 

'You were just saying all these things..' she muttered. 'I overstepped. I'm sorry.'

'Don't be,' Drake said. 'I meant every single thing.' 

An awkward silence. Drake sighed, wishing things weren't so complicated with them. 

'I'd never hesitate to take a bullet for you too,' Camille whispered, referring to their previous conversation, her eyes meeting his. 'I hope you know that. I care about you, Drake. I know how complicated our situation is and I'm sorry I've made it worse by kissing you.. My heart overruled my head.' 

Drake smiled weakly. He reached out to take her hand and squeezed it gently. 

'I've got to use my head when it comes to you,' he told her. 'I can't let feelings cloud my judgement. But that doesn't mean my heart isn't beating. It is, Camille.'

Camille brought her hand out to rest over Drake's heart which was indeed beating hard in his chest. 

'I understand,' she murmured. 

Drake's heart quickened, each beat betraying his determination to take it slow and be normal. 

I love her. I love her. I love her. 

**********************

The following night detailed yet another ball at the palace. Camille was sick of balls but as the newest Duchess, she had to go to the opening of an envelope. 

She sat beside Drake in the car as Geoffrey drove them through the city streets towards the palace. 

They were both acting 'normal'. There was no awkwardness between them after the kissing during their self defence lesson - far from it. 

Drake and Camille were perfecting their performance of 'normal'. 

To pass the time on the way to the palace, Drake and Camille were playing Rock Paper Scissors. 

'Damn it!' Drake swore. 

Camille let out a laugh. 'Everytime with the scissors, Drake!' 

Drake groaned. 'You and your damn rock.' 

Camille giggled and tucked her hair behind her ear. Drake smiled at her unguarded moment when she was just being free and silly. Camille savoured moments to be silly now - her role as a Duchess meant she had to hide part of her personality, something which she was still trying to get used to. 

They arrived at the palace and as usual, Drake got out of the car first to ward off any photographers. He opened her door and shielded her from the cameras, making sure she felt comfortable enough to proceed. 

Camille gave him her usual smile to show she was ready. 

'Let's go, kid,' Drake whispered, giving her a wink. 

*********************

Camille helped herself to a glass of champagne, feeling Drake's eyes on her as she did so. His eye never strayed from her whenever they went to these balls.

He was the reason why she could summon the courage to set foot in this ballroom again. 

'So we meet again,' a sleek and revoltingly familiar voice sounded in her ear. 

It was Leo. 

'Your Highness,' Camille greeted him, curtseying to him. She resisted the urge to vomit as she played the part of the Duchess of Valtoria. 

Leo smirked. 'After last time, I'm surprised you would even curtsey to me. I admit, I was very rude and inappropriate. So sorry.' 

He didn't sound sorry. Not one bit. 

Camille smiled thinly. 'It's water under the bridge,' she said. 'I have to speak to Liam, good to see you.' 

She turned to leave but was stopped by Leo grabbing her arm. Camille's breath caught. She could see Drake standing in the corner, his eyes furious. Any moment now, Drake would leave his post and rescue her. 

Camille closed her eyes. One day, Drake might not be in the room. He might be somewhere different. He wasn't in the room at Applewood. Camille was alone with a man who was holding her too tightly, asking for too much, demanding everything. 

Enough now. 

Camille's heel stamped down onto Leo's foot and her elbow jabbed him in the gut. 

'Fuck!' Leo cried out, letting her go. Camille saw the nobles around them turn to look at them, curious at the disturbance. Without hesitation, Camille 'accidently' spilled her champagne down Leo's chest, acting as if that had been the reason for Leo to shout out. 

'Soooo sorry Your Highness!' she cried. Leo had a face like thunder but Camille didn't care. She picked up two glasses of champagne and strutted away from him, her head held high. She looked over at Drake with a triumphant smile on her face and could see that Drake's expression reflected hers. 

His eyes sparkled with joy as he watched Camille regain some of her much needed confidence. 

Camille reached him and passed him a glass of champagne. 'Thank you,' she whispered, giving him a warm smile. Drake laughed and took the champagne glass, tossing the bubbly drink down his throat and grimacing at the taste. But the sickening taste faded quickly as his joy at seeing Camille free and happy enveloped him. 

Leo watched the Duchess of Valtoria and her bodyguard stand too close together, sharing smiles that showed a hint of something more. He glowered as the Duchess threw her head back as she laughed at something the bodyguard had said. She turned to leave him, squeezing his hand before she went, and moved across the room to speak to Maxwell, but Leo's eyes slid across to the bodyguard. 

He was watching her with a hopeless expression on his face. Hopeless and lovesick, that's what it looked like. 

Leo clutched his champagne glass, feeling revulsion in the pit of his stomach as he put two and two together. The Duchess wasn't returning his affections because she was close with her bodyguard. No wonder Leo hadn't been able to break through to her. A literal human shield was in the way. 

Leo would fix that. 

[marshmallow-phd]

Lies Untold

Part of The Untamed - EXO Wolf Universe

Genre: Supernatural, Wolf Au

Pairing: Luhan x Reader

Summary: For generations, your family has been the protectors of mankind. You were considered one of the best and due to that reputation, you were sent on what could be the most important mission for the organization. Going under cover in a college to sniff out a particularly large and threatening wolf pack seemed easy enough. But when you meet one of the members, everything you’ve known since birth will be overturned and your loyalty to your family and heritage will be tested.

Part: 1 I 2 I 3 I 4 I 5 I 6 I 7 I 8 I 9 I 10 I 11 I 12 I 13 I 14 I Final

**

One step forward, two steps back.

Luhan shook his head while he fiddled with the empty cup on the table in front of him. Your own half-sipped drink still sat across from him, condensation dripping down the sides as the ice began to melt in the cream-colored liquid.

What had he said to make you run off like that? Was it his family? Did you have issues with your own? Or were you thinking about all the nomadic packs you surely came into contact with over the years?

Luhan shuddered away the thoughts of how those meetings possibly could have ended.

Seeing you on the sidewalk, just barely catching you in the corner of his eye was making him think that luck was finally siding with him. Hell, there were even small moments of smiles and laughter between you. But then it all went to crap. Why couldn’t he just get closer to you? He wanted to spend time together without you running away five minutes later. Was this how Junmyeon felt when his mate kept running away? Last Luhan checked, the mate pull was supposed to pull you together, not do the opposite.

With a heavy sigh, he pushed himself up from the booth and grabbed both of the cups and tossed them away in the trash can before shuffling out of the shop, only answering the barista’s wish of him to have a good day with a lazy wave.

He wandered around the business district for an hour or so, just killing time and wondering of what he could do differently in the future to not make you scared or uncomfortable. His mind lingered back to when he tried to reach out to you, to comfort you, but you kept your hands firmly in your lap, determined to stay away. It seemed obvious to him that you didn’t have the same burning desire to keep that electricity again. Or maybe you were just better at fighting it.

When the sun began to fall behind the horizon, Luhan figured it was time to head home. He didn’t have to work again until Friday night and hopefully he’d get a little peace and quiet down in the basement. That didn’t seem like a good idea at the moment. Maybe Sehun would want to play a game or maybe he could drag Minseok away from his mate for five minutes to kick the soccer ball around in the yard. They hadn’t done that for a long time.

Eventually, Luhan made it back to his car, sliding into the front seat with a heavy heart. When his mother told him stories about one day finding his mate, he’d always stared up at her with wide, optimistic eyes. It sounded like a fairytale, the way she worded everything. And that made sense to him. He was a creature of myth, so why shouldn’t his story of finding love be just as magical? Funny that what he got instead was some dumb, tragic retelling of Romeo and Juliet.

He just hoped they both came out of this alive.

**

“You ready for the run?”

Luhan sat up on the couch from where he was untying his shoe. An eagerness was more than apparent in Sehun’s eyes as he bounced from foot to foot off to the side of the seat.

“More than ready.”

“Then let’s go!” Sehun urged.

Hopping up from the couch, Luhan followed him while simultaneously yanking his shoes and socks off.

This was a rarity. Luhan couldn’t remember the last time they all went for a run together. It had to be before he, Kris, and Tao left. Twelve overgrown wolves running around – even in a forest this big – was too risky most of the time. Not to mention, keeping track of the more rowdy members was a bit more hassle then it was worth. But no one complained when Junmyeon suggested a pack run that morning at breakfast. Everyone was excited.  

When he passed the stairs and entered the kitchen, the room was already full of half-naked pack members itching to get going. Luhan peeled his shirt off, the eagerness now hitting him in full force.

Junmyeon counted out loud to make sure that all twelve were present. “Okay!” he yelled over the buzzing chatter. “Let’s go! And remember to stick together!”

A thundering herd scrambled through the backdoor, letting out whoops and hollers into the darkening sky above. Mei let out giggles of her own as she squirmed in Evie’s arms, wanting to join in on the fun. Kris grinned from ear to ear as he watched his daughter with pride.

“Be careful,” Evie urged quietly to the point that Luhan had to strain to eavesdrop.

Kris gave her a reassuring kiss on the lips before replying, “It’s just a run, baobei. Nothing to worry about.” He chuckled at Evie’s protesting pout. “I promise, I’ll be careful and come back to you in one piece.”

“Thank you.”

Kris gave Mei one last kiss on the top of her head. Reaching Luhan as he walked away, he patter the latter on the shoulder. “Shall we join them?”

Luhan beamed. “Let’s get out of here.”

Outside, there were already ten wolves staring intensely at the back door, irritated that the two older members were taking their sweet time. Both of them stripped out of their pants and threw them in the pile with the rest of the jeans and shorts to be fought over later. Once their two legs became four, the pack was off.

The ground was soft under his paws. Each step sunk into the dirt, leaving behind its traces in the curves of his claws. Some of the younger wolves up ahead were yelping and playfully snipping at each other, urging them to race, to see who could go farther and faster. If Sehun or Chanyeol got a little far ahead, Junmyeon would bark out an order for them to slow down. The witch’s premonition still spooked him and if everyone was going to run together then they were going to stick together.

And the alpha wondered why he was referred to as “mother” so often.

Through the break in the trees above, Luhan looked up and took in the bright full moon hanging in the sky. It lit up the forest as if it were middle of the day, outshining the poor stars around it that didn’t have the same potency. He wondered what you thought about when you looked up at the same moon. Did you think of the ridiculous legends that told of the moon’s dictatorship over their transformations? Or maybe you just took in its beauty, appreciating it for the round rock that it was, stuck in a cycle that it didn’t necessarily ask for, but was given anyway.

Luhan snorted. It was kind of a good metaphor for his life. He never asked to be born a werewolf, but he took his first transformation in stride, realizing that he couldn’t change the way he was made. A stray thought drifted through his mind, wondering if you had a similar experience with your childhood. Being trained to kill supernatural creatures isn’t exactly in every child’s curriculum at school.

Someone nudged Luhan’s shoulder and he glanced over to find Minseok had fallen back from the grouping and was now matching pace with him.

You okay? You keep staring up at the moon.

Yeah. I’m fine. It’s just pretty. Thank god their pack telepathy wasn’t omniscient. He would have been discovered the second he shifted. But the most anyone ever picked up on was emotional ques unless a direct thought was pushed out, one that was meant to be heard.

Huh, Minseok mused, looking up as well. I guess it is.

You should try appreciating it more often, Luhan teased.

Minseok rolled his large brown eyes that were still strangely human. Luhan never really got over that fact, even though by now he should be used to the contrast. Seeing it on another wolf still gave him a weird feeling, though. I do admire the sky. I just prefer not to do it while running. Usually, one looks where they’re going.

Where’s the fun in that?

But Minseok’s warning was all too true.

Up ahead, Tao and Baekhyun had started playfully shoving each other while somehow managing to keep running. However, Tao was much stronger than the white and brown wolf and rammed his shoulder a little too hard, making Baekhyun lose his footing. He rolled several times and ended up under Luhan’s own feet, who was still glancing up at the moon. Now he went down, the air getting knocked out of him as he hit the ground and rolled a few times as well. An instinctual growl rumbled in his throat when he finally came to a stop.

Crap! Sorry, Luhan! Baekhyun whined.

Luhan shook his head and simple sent an annoyed look his way. As if being a white wolf didn’t make it hard to stay clean on a run as it was, now he was really going to have to scrub in the shower to get all the dirt he was coated in off. The only saving grace was that, as one of the older ones, he got to go first once they got back to the house.

What’s going on? Junmyeon asked worriedly as he came running back. Everyone had stopped as well to check on the two of them.

It’s my fault, Junmyeon, Tao confessed, hanging head down low.

Baekhyun yelped. Nah, it’s my fault. I started it. It’s easy to forget how strong Tao can be sometimes. You know, considering it’s Tao.

Tao growled at the implication, but Kris stepped in. Just leave it, Tao.

Junmyeon let out a huff that could be interpreted as a sigh. Okay, let’s get- wait. His ears perked up, stiff with listening so hard.

Jongdae cocked his head to the side. Did you hear some-

Shush, Junmyeon ordered. Now the whole pack was straining, trying to pick up on whatever the alpha had heard. Everyone, get behind me!

They all obeyed, save for Kris, who took his place beside Junmyeon as the fellow leader. Luhan immediately went into an offensive stance, ready to strike if need be. What could be lurking in their woods at this time? It had to be something other than a lost human or Junmyeon wouldn’t have gone on the defensive so quickly.

The air filled with tension, fur visibly standing on ends. Several wolves quietly shifted their weight from foot to foot, itching to just know. The waiting, the anticipation was increasing the adrenaline in their veins. And when a wolf got too hyped up… you might want to stay out of the way once that energy was released for your own sake.

Luhan looked over at his brothers. Scanning the area, he was confident that whatever was here with them, luck – and numbers – were on their side. But at the same time, he was hoping – praying – that it wasn’t you. That it wasn’t you lurking out here in the woods with a group of hunters, looking for them. If that was the case… Luhan would have no choice. He’d have to protect you even if it meant fighting his own brothers.

Relief rolled over him once the cause of the alert was finally discovered.

A smaller pack of maybe seven diverse wolves came out of the shadows, led by a dark brown wolf that was halfway between Kris and Junmyeon in size. They approached cautiously, knowing full well this wasn’t their territory and that they were greatly out number nearly two-to-one.

While Junmyeon remained low, ready to pounce at any moment, Kris immediately relaxed, even shifting back into his human form.

“Well, long time no see, Kun,” he chuckled.

Kun? Luhan took a closer look at the other pack and mentally slapped himself. It really was them!

He followed Kris’ example and shifted back into a human. After several exchanged glances, the wolves on both sides transformed. Then the unsuspecting boys in Luhan’s pack gasped.

While six of Kun’s pack were just ordinary wolf boys, a rarity stood among them.

“You have a girl in your pack?” Baekhyun exclaimed.

“It’s not completely unheard of, asshole.”

Yup. Same old Lyn.

“Please, excuse Baekhyun, his mouth doesn’t exactly have a filter and whatever he’s thinking just comes out,” Junmyeon apologized. It was a bit comical to watch him struggled to look literally anywhere but at the naked female in front of him. In fact, all the boys were avoiding even glancing her way. If any of their mates found out they’d stared a little too long… well, who’d get to sleep on the couch and who would have to take the floor would be the least of their worries.

Except, there was one blonde avoiding any eye contact and it wasn’t out of decency for his mate.

“What are you doing here?” Kris asked, thankfully breaking the awkwardness.

Kun folded his arms across his chest, sighing. “A rumor reached our ears about a hidden hunter somewhere in the area.”

Luhan’s heart jumped up into throat.

No. No one was supposed to know. How did a rumor start circulating? A million different scenarios, all ending badly, played out in his head. If they knew who you were, Luhan had to get you out of town.

“A hunter?” Chanyeol growled, his fist tightening at his side. “Who? Who is it?”

Now Luhan’s heart sank from his throat to his stomach. It didn’t matter that you weren’t old enough to be involved in the death of Chanyeol’s parents. In his eyes, a hunter was a hunter and they all deserved to pay.

“We don’t know who it is,” Fin, Kun’s second-in-command, admitted.

Luhan’s mood immediately lifted. If they didn’t know that you were the hunter than he could protect you better. He’d keep you close and throw off any suspicion that might form around you. With Hae In as your cousin, you should already be out of the running, but any little slip could make their alarm bells start ringing.

“So, then are you guys just passing through?” he asked cautiously.

Kun shook his head. “We planning to spend the next week around town.” He turned to Kris – and affectively Junmyeon. “If that’s alright, of course.”

Scratching the back of his head, Kris nodded. “Yeah, not a problem. I, uh, I’d offer our place, but….”

“That’s alright,” Kun chuckled. “I’m sure that farmhouse you told us about is more than full with your pack. Still think you’re all crazy for having one so huge. And by the looks of it, the house has almost double the occupants.”

“What makes you say that?” Jongdae frowned.

“Please,” Kun snorted. “I’m not blind to the way you are all acting like Lyn doesn’t exist right now.” He turned to the taller alpha with a more somber gaze. “You, too, huh, Kris?”

Kris nodded proudly. “Yeah. Soon after coming back.”

“And he’s a father,” Sehun snorted, not missing the chance for a jab.

Kun’s mouth dropped. “A dad? Wow. Things certainly have changed.”

“It wasn’t planned,” Kris said quickly. Then his tune changed completely, everything about him softening as he thought of Evie and Mei. “But I’m happy.”

“That’s all that matters.”

“I think we should talk more about this hunter rumor,” Junmyeon suggested. His eyes flickered over to Lyn for a split second before he cleared his throat. “Maybe back at the farmhouse… and clothed.”

“Good idea.” Kun turned to his members and gestured out with his head. Everyone began to shift back into wolves and follow Junmyeon and Kris back to the house. It was a quick trip. The news of a hunter possibly in their midst obviously put Junmyeon on edge and pushing him to run faster, everyone else just trying to keep up.

Evie was still in the kitchen going through and organizing the fridge like she always did when the house was empty. It was the only time she could throw out old food without having to argue with one of the boys about why it was no longer any good and why they shouldn’t consume expired food. She was shuffling the trash can around in an attempt to free up a little more space before packing in more moldy fruit. At the sound of bare feet hitting the wooden floor, she looked up.

“You guys are home early,” she frowned.

Kris didn’t waste any time walking up to her and giving her a quick kissing before answering. “We, uh, ran into some old friends that need to talk to us.”

“Old friend- oh goodness!” Evie shielded her eyes the moment Kun’s pack entered the kitchen. Luhan barely caught himself in time to stifle the laugh. While they were all dressed at the moment – and Evie was used to the occasion run-in from a forgetful wolf getting back from a run – the others were still very much in the nude.

“Baobei, why don’t you go grab the clothes sitting in the front parlor that were packed for donation?” Kris suggested.

“I would be more than happy to do that.” Evie scurried out of there like she was running from a wild bear. When she came back, she held the white trash bag of old shirts and pants up in her line of sight.

“Where’s Mei?” Jongin asked sadly, taking the focus off of the awkward moment.

“She’s already down for the night,” Evie answered. “But, you know, I think I’m going to go check on her.” Dropping the bag, she ran for the staircase and disappeared into the basement. Out of the corner of his eye, Luhan caught Lyn rolling her eyes. Yeah, definitely hasn’t changed much.

“Nice catch,” Kun joked with Kris.

The latter shrugged with a wide smile as he looked towards the stairs. “I like to think so.”

Already, the others were rifling through the bag, tossing clothes at each other to make sure everyone got the right sizes. Lyn stayed back until the male members of her pack had their share. She never liked getting in the middle of their rowdiness, thinking she was a bit above that. But Luhan couldn’t judge too hard. It had to be tough, being the only female wolf in a pack of obnoxious boys.

When she reached for a black shirt that was lying on top of the pile, Tao stopped her with a hand around her wrist.

“Wear this one.” He held out a red sweatshirt Luhan was pretty sure used to be Sehun’s.

Lyn took it, whispering an awkward “thank you” before pulling it over her head and slipping into a pair of basketball shorts that Evie had insisted Kris throw out. After that little exchange, Tao slipped out the back door while Lyn rejoined her group.

“So, how did you hear about this supposed undercover hunter?” Junmyeon asked as soon as everyone was comfortable.

“An omega we were chasing away from our territory told us,” Kun replied.

“While he was laughing,” Fin added. “Chuckling like he was watching a clown get beat upside the head with a foam bat. As if we couldn’t handle one little hunter.”

“One little hunter can easily become a bigger group,” Kun warned. “Besides, if one is hiding among us, we need to be prepared, find them before they can call for reinforcements.”

“And you’re sure he wasn’t just bluffing?” Minseok questioned. “Being an omega and all?”

Kun shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe he was. But considering how dangerous hunters can be, especially with their tactics these days, I’d rather look like an idiot and search for something that might not be there than sit back and do nothing, getting us all killed.”

“I’d rather know the truth as well,” Yixing commented.

Junmyeon nodded, taking it all in. “Alright, then. We’ll start searching around town in our spare time. Looking at wrists for their mark, checking into anyone who might be new, and following through on anything slightly suspicious. We’ll always go in at least pairs, maybe more, giving us the advantage. Kun, if you don’t mind helping out with that.”

“Not at all.”

“Thank you.” Junmyeon sighed. “And thank you for passing this information on to us. I greatly appreciate it.”

Nervousness built up in Luhan’s limbs. Looking at wrists? You’d done a pretty good job at hiding yours since that first night, but what if Hae In saw it? Did she know you had it? Would Baekhyun say something about looking out for the tattoo to Hae In? Or would he actually keep quiet in order not worry her? With that wolf, there was no way to know for certain.

There was only one conclusion. Luhan would have to stay close to you, watch over you whether you knew it or not. He couldn’t let something bad happen to you, but he also needed to know the exact reason that you were here. If you weren’t here for them, he could work with that. But if you were here to stake them out or cause any harm to the pack, that was going to be a much harder battle to win.

Especially with the additional angry wolves now in the mix.

[panpytaked]

A little ficlet for @gale-of-the-nomads Queen bee’s city au that has literally no point but I wanted to write it down

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“What do you MEAN there are people that ship Stinger with Queen Bee?!” Chloé exclaimed at the lunch table as Derek choked on his water, trying to hide it by putting his head down. Both stared at Gabby, who sat in front of them with a confused expression on her face.

“Um.... Do you guys even LOOK at the comments on the BuzzBlog?” She asked as she showed them the screen of her phone, opening a random section of comments. “Literally, all you have to do is look!”

And look they did. Varying levels of distress on their faces as they read the comments about thier hero identities. Comments on how cute they were together, how there was obviously some chemistry and even a few talking about how Stinger looked at her when she wasn’t looking (which Chloé could tell he was denying when she looked at him and he glared back) and vise versa.

But there were a few fans who would rather ship themselves with the hero and heroine. Derek could already hear Chloé’s rant later on about how she was ‘too good’ for anyone in this city and they’d be lucky if she’d give any of them a chance. He, however, felt a little flattered. He idly wondered what about him was attractive to the fans when he was in the suit.

Gabby took her phone back, looking amused at the two. “Don’t tell me...” She said and then gasped. “Chloé! I didn’t think he was your type! But you got a thing for heroes, huh?” Gabby winked and Derek swore he never saw a more horrified/disgusted look on his partner’s face. He must’ve looked amused at her pain because Gabby started on him without giving Chloé a chance to defend herself. “You think you’re innocent, Mr. Dalvir? I think I should warn Melody to watch out for the Queen of competition,” He wanted to die.

Over the course of the next four minutes, Gabby could hear her friends sputter to correct her. They talked over one another, studdering over thier words and even telling the other to shut up so Gabby can hear them. But she never did. The conversation was hard to keep up with but nevertheless she looked amused.

“Chill out, I’m teasing,” She finally said, trying to calm them down. “But that gives me an idea for a poll on the BuzzBlog! Who would you date? Queen Bee or Stinger?”

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“Ridiculous! Utterly ridiculous!” Chloé finished as she fell on the bed, sitting with her arms crossed and a pout as Derek rolled his eyes and made a bit more space for her dramatic ass, continuing to shuffle through Netflix.

“Speaking of ridiculous, which horrible teen movie do you wanna watch?” He asked as he reclined back, throwing the remote on her lap as he laid back and closed his eyes. “I’m bored,” He could feel her glaring at him but he didn’t open his eyes. It was quiet for a moment longer before she groaned, realizing he wasn’t about to look at her without incentive.

“Literally nobody in this city has taste. Even if I didn’t know who Stinger was, I wouldn’t date him!” She’s been going off for 10 minutes. Two minutes in, he wanted to argue that he was actually an amazing catch and she’d be lucky if he gave her a chance. However, he thought against it. He wouldn’t date Queen Bee even if he didn’t know who was under the mask either.

“You say him like he’s not in the room,” He said as he looked at her with a smirk on his lips. “Besides, Stinger is obviously attractive to some people. He doesn’t need your approval,” He said, his obnoxious smirk growing as she glared at him.

“I hate you,”

“Wow. You almost made me care,” He said, his voice not giving any indication that were true. “By the way, I should be leaving,”

“And leave me to do the homework myself?” She asked and he rolled his eyes.

“That’s what you’re supposed to do,” He put his book bag on.

“I’m not stupid,”

“Then don’t act stupid,” Derek said.

“Go awayyyyyy,” She groaned out and Derek smiled.

“Alright fine. See you later?” He asked and she sighed. She almost forgot about going out. “Come on, Ladybug doesn’t skip out on her patrols...”

“Untrue! I’ve seen that cat walking around Paris himself before!”

“Yeah? Well stingers can’t exist without bees,” He said and Chloé let out an exhale.

“Fine...”

“See you later,” He said, leaving her room and shitting the door behind him. And suddenly it was too quiet. She hated being left alone. Usually in Paris, she had Sabrina or Adrien to talk to. Sabrina was at least always there. And if all else failed, her butler always made her feel better.

Now she was in New York with her mother. Who was currently not at home. Should she call someone? Would that be desperate? Sure, if she called Gabby she wouldn’t know Derek was literally just there but she’d feel like she was desperate for attention.

In the end, she went on the BuzzBlog, looking at the shitshow Gabby pointed out to them today and seeing the poll already posted. She raised an eyebrow as she saw Queen Bee being only a couple votes ahead of Stinger. The people of New York may have taste after all. She looked on to discoverer Gabby’s posts. Pictures of them fighting crime, links to some Queen Bee or Stinger merchandise (few but people still loved to make it.). And then links to a fan fiction website. She knew that most contained fan stories written about herself and Stinger. She never read it but Derek admitted to reading one.

He claimed curiosity and told her there were stories that had them kissing or cuddling and shit like that. He said there were stories that had one of them dying (which gave him a heart attack but he never told her that). And then stories of... less innocent kissing. Well, he said sex but she really really doesn’t want to say the word. She remembered feeling her face heating at the time and Derek looked amused at her embarrassment. “Oh geez, is every teen in Paris big babies?”

She skipped the links to them but read the summaries sometimes. But it seemed even the summaries could embarrass her. Her face was warm again. She decided that was enough. She grabbed her bear and went to sleep.

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Literally my first okay work for Miraculous Ladybug. And it’s me being embarrassing about gale’s au. I don’t like the end but I didn’t exactly have an end planned so this is it

[theaerofanfics]

Fanged: 1-- The Start of the End

A/N: Hey peeps! It’s Kani coming in with a WWE AU Fanfic! \O/ been off and on trying to write this but after reading and watching true blood and a bunch of other supernatural movies, I’m here sending this to ya. Might put this on Ao3 as well. Leave comments, questions, whatevs in my inbox or even on the post!

Hope you enjoy!

               Charlotte put the shot glass down and she made a simple motion, watching the bartender fill her glass up with what seemed to be a red drink. She gave him a small thank you and she drank it down easily. She let out a breath and she looked up at the TV as it spoke.

“The Vampire Council has recently made contact with the president and are currently at the White House in speaking about their current citizenship status as more and more supernatural beings are revealing themselves. At this time—”

“Hey AJ.”

The bartender turned and he grinned. “Yeah, Charlotte?”

“You mind changing the channel? The news is somethin’ we don’t need to hear anymore.”

AJ chuckled and he changed to channel to sports and he spoke. “Why? Because everyone is finally revealin’ themselves to the humans?”

“Yeah. I have to hear it from my dad, I don’t need to hear it from the news what I already learn, you know?”

“I know what ya mean. The Wolf King was tellin’ us pack masters about how he is sendin’ some of us with the Vampiric Council so we can show unity between everyone.”

Charlotte nodded and watched as AJ had walked away to another customer that come in. He didn’t forget to give her one more shot before he did and she downed it and then put a few dollars next to the shot glass and stood up. She got her fill, at least, of blood. It would last her the rest of the night and she needed to be somewhere. She moved to head out. She went through the door and she let out a breath as she moved over to her car. It was a fancy car of 2017 VW Jetta and it was a maroon color. Instantly driving off, she kept her eyes on the road and her hands on the wheel. She sighed softly. This was going to be a mess, Charlotte kept feeling it in her gut. Every time she’d see something about it on the news for the past few weeks, her gut feeling kept appearing and urging her to keep her head down. Everyone should in her opinion, but who was to say everyone listened to their gut?

Her car went to a stop in front of a home and she got out of the car. As she started to walk towards the door, she was stopped by a quick force that almost pushed her to the ground.

“Bayley! At least let her know you’re going to do that!”

Charlotte chuckled a bit as she looked at her friend Sasha and then at Bayley, who basically clung to her. “Hey Bay.”

Bayley pulled away with a smile on her face. “Sorry, I just… I got excited. I feel like I haven’t seen you in a while.”

“Well it has been a month, right?” Sasha walked over to them and put her purple hair up in a bun. “You’re lookin’ good, Blondie.”

Charlotte rolled her eyes. “Thanks, Sash. It’s okay Bayley. Is Becky here?” She asked as she started to walk towards the house.

“Yeah, she’s inside scarfing down food I made her. You can go in.”

Charlotte chuckled as Bayley had opened the door and they walked inside. The home was to Sasha and Bayley, with the occasion of Becky popping up needing a place to stay. It wasn’t much of a problem to Sasha nor Bayley because the four of them had been friends for years. Charlotte lived a good distance away and Becky was the nomad of the group. Somehow, someway she’d find her way back to the house.

It was known as their “clubhouse”. The outside was painted white, but the inside was mostly made of wood with wood floors except in the bedrooms, which were of tan carpet. Bayley would say she loved it and would roll around in it, much to Sasha’s slight distaste for it.

Charlotte and them walked into the kitchen and Becky stopped midway of stuffing her face. Charlotte couldn’t help but shake her head and spoke softly. “Why am I not surprised at what I’m seeing?”

“Because I eat like no tomorrow.” Becky heard Charlotte laugh and she spoke again. “Alright, we’re all here. Who called for us to meet this time?”

“Sasha did.” Charlotte sat next to Becky and leaned back on her chair and raised an eyebrow. “What does the Kitty Cat have to tell us now?”

Sasha flipped Charlotte off as she and Bayley sat down. “This vampire coming out of the coffin deal they’re doing.” Sasha stated softly. “Everyone is talking about it and I want to make sure we all stay safe.”

“Why?” Becky said after she munched on more steak. “Shouldn’t it make things better for us all, especially Charlotte?”

Charlotte shrugged. “I mean it could be, but I know Sasha’s worry.” She sighed. “This could backfire with the humans that don’t like any of our kind.”

“Your kind.” Bayley corrected. “Yours is more perceived as a terror than either of ours.”

“Well no one knows about you Bay because shapeshifters are just seen along with the werewolves like Bex and the werecats like Sash.”

Bayley whined. “Well we only go for animals mostly, alright? At least we don’t suck blood out of people!”

They fell silent. That usually was the issue and talk of the friendship. Charlotte was more of the predator while they were the prey.

Charlotte lowered her gaze a moment before looking up. “Anyways, my kind could have a backfire. Though, for now we should play it safe as far as you guys. I already have to be registered essentially as a vampire once their talk at the White House is done.”

Sasha sighed. “You ever thought this would actually happen, Charlotte? After the many centuries you’ve been alive?”

The blonde thought a moment as the room was silent before she spoke. “No. Most vampires are cowards. We never would have spoken about the real truth of who we are unless a vampire took over the country itself first, which wouldn’t have happened since we can’t really stand sunlight. This, I think, is a something we finally are doing that is going to bite us in the ass, but I can’t make them do anything. I can’t even get my father to do anything logical at this point. He’s with the “hip, new vampires” and their ideal of wanting to do this. Though he’s been proclaiming this idea for years. He doesn’t shut up about it.”

“He doesn’t shut up about anything…” Becky mumbled. Everyone looked over at her and she shrugged. “What? It’s true!”

“It is. I just think it is amusing that you said it and not me.” Charlotte smirked playfully.

“Okay, meeting adjourned!” Bayley started to get up but Sasha pulled her right back down and she groaned. “What, Sash?”

“We’re not done.” Another groan left her lover’s lips and Sasha looked at Charlotte. “Do you know what’s gonna happen next?”

The blonde shrugged. “If I am thinking correctly… They’ll start mass producing that synthetic blood that AJ’s bar sells. We’ll start being looked at as aliens do in those movies and shows where we look fascinating and people are probably going to start some segregation deal at bars and clubs when we barely go to human ones anyways.” Charlotte let out a breath. “Who knows. The world is unpredictable and if I could speak on what the next steps are, I would. However, all I know is that because my dad is one of the higher ups I have to be registered.”

“How does that work?” Becky asked.

Charlotte shrugged. “Some invisible barcode is what my dad said.” She shut her eyes for a moment, her hair sitting straight up on her neck almost.

“Can I go now?” Bayley whined.

“Jesus… Just go Bay.” Bayley nuzzled teasingly against Sasha’s cheek, much to her dismay, and she took off into her computer room. Sasha watched Charlotte, who was eerily quiet, but made no notion of it. She then just looked at Becky and started to speak to her about some things.

Charlotte didn’t realize she and Becky were alone until she felt the other’s hand on her shoulder. “Hm?” She opened her eyes and looked over, seeing Becky grinning at her slightly. “I missed something?”

“Well besides Bayley leavin’, Sasha following a little while after she and I spoke.” Becky shrugged. “Nothin’ really. I’m just making sure you’re alright.”

“I’m fine. Just… this whole thing makes the hairs on my neck raise up.”

“Being registered?” The blonde nodded. “Well I won’t lie, I’m worried about it too. Sounds like some crazy thing they want so everyone can be separate.”

“Yeah… but I want to talk about something else.” Charlotte looked into Becky’s eyes. “You left abruptly last time we were together.” She heard a sigh leave the werewolf’s lips. “You got scared again.”

“Yeah, well it’s terrifying being attracted to a vampire and having her be so intoxicating that it makes me feel drunk.”

Charlotte raised an eyebrow. “So I’m intoxicating to you, huh?” She said, pulling Becky’s chair closer with a smirk. “How interesting that you say that…”

“If you’re using your little powers on me, it’s working.”

“I’m not.”

“You sure?”

“Very sure. Now shut up and just kiss me already.”

Becky didn’t hesitate for it. It had been months away from each other. Any contact for months was missed and needed, but whenever they got too close to making love, Becky chickened out. Charlotte knew why: Becky was afraid of getting bit. She heard the stories of how intoxicating and addicting it could be for not only the werewolf but the vampire as well. She didn’t want them to go down that road. Not when they had built so much trust.

Charlotte pulled Becky onto her lap and her arms wrapped securely around Becky’s waist while Becky’s hands had ran through the golden hair the she had missed feeling. It was so soft and felt like what she would assume a cloud would feel like.

What felt like an eternity of want and need had be dealt with as the vampire and werewolf had made it into Becky’s bedroom, only really making out there. They then pulled away and stared into each other’s eyes, the blue one’s meeting the hazel as they just laid in the bed. Becky was the first to say anything, having it follow a sigh. “You have to go, don’t you? Be the Princess and all?”

“Dutchess and I don’t know.” Charlotte sat up and grabbed her phone out of her jacket that was on the floor. She saw the time, 9:07pm¸and sighed. “Yeah, I do. I have to meet with my dad in about… half an hour to speak about this news of the Vampire Council meeting the President thing.” She grabbed her jacket and moved to slip it on when she felt a kiss on her neck. She smiled a little and looked over, seeing Becky smiling at her. “I know… I’ll back before sunrise.”

“Who said I’d be here when you get back?”

“Because you’re been gone too long and you missed me.” She kissed the other softly for a moment. “If it was any other time” She said as she pulled away, “You wouldn’t have made out with me enough to basically shred my only shirt I have here.” Charlotte saw the blush rise in Becky’s face and laughed as she got up to go to the closet.

“Whatever, I couldn’t help it.”

“Mhm.”

“I’m serious.”

“I know.” Charlotte slipped on one of Becky’s shirts, which read “The Man” and she looked at the other with a smirk. “I’m the Man now, huh?”

“In your dreams, Princess.” With one last kiss from the blonde, Becky watched her go. She only hoped that the news was good news and nothing too bad, though knowing the rumours about the council she had her doubts it was good. Running a hand through her hair, she laid back down and looked up at the ceiling. She was about to drift to sleep when her phone vibrated, picking it up and seeing a text from her friend, Dean.

[Text: Dean]: B, you in town?

Becky grinned a little and started to respond.

[Text: Becky]: I am. What’s up?

[Text: Dean]: Pack meeting just finished. Roman wants to talk to you if you’re in town he said. He probably just misses your quirky nature and puns.

[Text: Becky]: Told you they were golden. Tell him I’ll be there in 20.

Becky got up and put on her shit and black leather jacket and she slipped on her boots. Taking a breath, she walked out to the kitchen, seeing Sasha and Bayley being rather adorable and she rolled her eyes and grinned. “Okay, you two.” Sasha and Bayley looked over, almost blushing a bit. “I gotta go see Roman and Dean so I’ll be back.”

“Alright. Be safe. Watch out for the hunters.” Sasha said softly.

“They’ve been high on the lookout as of late.” Bayley added. Becky nodded and with a swift move, she walked down the hall of the home and out the front door. She got on her motorcycle and instantly drove off.

[ninja-librarian]

Commission for @equalskiersten, a Shidge Avatar AU!

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The promise of hot food was enough to make the weary travelers wake up earlier than they had wanted. After all, anything Hunk made was delicious and by now they had been conditioned to have their mouths water at the smell of a campfire accompanied with Hunk’s humming.

“Rise and shine,” Hunk sing-songed. “It’s breakfast time!”

In a flash, Lance was out of his sleeping bag and in front of Hunk with his bowl at the ready, calling out “Dibs on first serving!” as he went.

However, Lance’s face fell when he saw what Hunk ladled into his bowl.

“Hunk,” Lance said, scowling and pointing at the meal. “What is this?”

“Breakfast,” Hunk answered, stirring his pot.

“No, this is berry soup. It’s hot water with berries in it. That’s it. Whole berries in water.” Lance intoned dryly. “You know. The same thing we had for dinner last night. Which was not a real meal last night. Nor is it a real meal this morning. It will never be a real meal. Ever.”

“Well, Lance,” Hunk snapped, putting his hand on his hip. “It’s the best I can do with practically nothing to work with. Considering we’re out of food supplies and we literally made camp, made berry soup, and passed out after a day of evading the Fire Nation army.”

“Okay, okay!” Lance said, holding up his hand defensively, storming over to sit on a log, still looking irritable. “Some meat would be nice, though.”

“I don’t see you getting up at the crack of dawn to go hunting,” Pidge said as she rolled up her sleeping bag. “Or foraging for anything else edible. And it’s not like we can go fishing in the middle of a plain.”

“We’re in Fire Nation territory, is anything other than these berries actually edible?” Lance asked, holding up his spoon for emphasis.

“Actually, in this area, there’s five more types of fruit—to include three berries and two pomes—as well as three types of nuts, over three dozen herbs, and seven different types of vegetables that can be safely consumed,” Pidge said, tying her sleeping bag in a roll, tossing it effortlessly onto Yorak the Skybison’s saddle. “Then whatever you want to hunt or fish.”

Lance frowned and narrowed his eyes as her before grumbling. “Of course you know that, you know-it-all…”

“Wow, stellar comeback, Lance,” Pidge said dryly, putting a hand on her hip. “You spend all night thinking of that one?”

“Lance has a point, though,” Shiro interrupted, petting his Skybison affectionately while feeding him grass. “We’re going to need more supplies before we go too much farther.”

“The Avatar has spoken!” Lance proclaimed grandly. “Messages direct from the Spirit World!”

“It’s common sense in both our world and the Spirit World,” Princess Allura of the Northern Water Tribe pointed out, frowning as she checked their water stores. “We are going to need to find water soon, too.”

“Pidge, you’re our navigator, how close are we to a town or village?” Shiro asked, looking over at the only nonbender of the team.

Pidge unrolled her map. “Says here that there’s this little town about a two hour’s flight from here. We can do some shopping there, and get water from the local wells.”

“Perfect.” Shiro said. “We’ll head there straight after everyone has eaten. And for the record,” He added, turning to Hunk. “I love berry soup.”

“Thank you, Shiro,” Hunk said, throwing a smug look in Lance’s direction. “It’s good to know that someone around here actually loves and appreciates everything that I prepare for this team.”

“Oh, come on!” Lance exclaimed. “He’s the raised-by-Air-Nomads vegetarian! He doesn’t know how good your buffalo yak stew is! He’s totally biased against beautiful, wonderful, soul-filling meat dishes!”

“Sorry, Lance,” The earthbender said, his tone not sorry at all. He made a grand gesture towards Shiro and declared, “But ‘the Avatar has spoken’.”

Lance plucked out a berry and threw it at Hunk, who ducked at just the right moment. Unfortunately, the berry did end up hitting a human target, in this case, the very grumpy, just-woke-up firebender Keith.

“What was that?” Keith asked, looking confused, not quite sure what hit him.

“Just part of your Avatar approved breakfast,” Pidge said, flashing a mischievous grin towards Shiro across the campfire.

“Sounds catchy,” Shiro commented, returning the grin.

All too soon, the campsite was packed up and with a flick of the reins and Shiro’s order of “Yorak, yip yip”, the Avatar and his companions were off.

They landed Yorak a distance from the village, and created a strategy for going shopping.

“It’s probably best to go in pairs,” Shiro said. “Hunk, Lance, you two go find meat. Keith, Allura, water. And Pidge and I will find fruit and vegetables.”

“Of course he’d divide us up like that,” Lance mumbled to Hunk.

“What was that?” Pidge asked, suddenly appearing behind the waterbender and the earthbender, causing both to jump.

“I said, I think we can work with that!” Lance squeaked, cheeks red.

Pidge narrowed her eyes at him, lips pursed.

It was no secret to the team that Pidge had a massive crush on Shiro. Unfortunately, Shiro seemed to be the only one unaware of this massive crush. To add to the misfortune, the entire team—minus Pidge—was very aware of Shiro’s crush on Pidge. In the last six months since Lance, Pidge and Hunk discovered Shiro frozen in an iceberg in the South Pole, Shiro and Pidge had grown closer as friends and seemed to always be able to find a reason to work together on even the most trivial of tasks.

But now here they were, walking through the streets of this small Fire Nation village. They had been through a lot together, and with the date of the solar eclipse quickly approaching they would face a lot more.

But for now, in their stolen Fire Nation clothing and with Shiro’s hair having grown in, no one would have known that they were planning an attack on Fire Lord Zarkon. No one would have known that this was the Avatar, and with him was one of the best strategic minds and inventors in the world.

For now, they just looked like two normal awkward teenagers, blushing and stealing glances at each other as they moved from stand to stand. They tried hard not to stutter and stumble when they accidentally brushed each other’s fingers reaching for produce. They tried in vain to inform the kind lady that they weren’t boyfriend and girlfriend, but didn’t necessarily object when she gave them two extra oranges in the name of “young love”. Still, they walked away quiet and unsure of what to say to each other, how to defuse the tension a stranger had just given them.

“So…” Pidge said awkwardly at the following stand, holding up a fruit. “Papaya.”

“Uh huh. Papaya,” Shiro agreed, unsure of what else to say or do other than look at her.

“It’s a silver piece to buy,” The grumpy old man behind the stand said. “And three silver pieces for you to just hold it while you ogle each other.”

Turning beet red, Pidge and Shiro quickly handed over the silver piece and walked away.

Shiro glanced at Pidge out of the corner of his eye. He had been wanting to ask Pidge out for a long time. He had been trying to get up the nerve to talk to her about feelings and that sort of thing, and he promised himself that today—this trip—he’d do it. He’d ask her to join him for a cup of tea in the local tea house, like a real date that real teenagers went on.

But after those last two stands—and their owners—he wasn’t so sure. Would he just make things worse, more awkward than it already was?

Come on, Shiro, he told himself. You’re the Avatar. Bridge between the spirit world. You’re going to be facing down Fire Lord Zarkon in a month. But you can’t ask a girl to go share a pot of tea with you? Are you the Avatar or are you a chicken lizard?

Avatar. Master of all four elements. Well, three and a half technically (fire being a bit of a, shall we say, work in progress). Point was, he could do this.

Shiro cleared his throat. “So, uh, Pidge, I was wondering…”

He didn’t get a chance to finish his sentence as a large boom was heard in the distance, accompanied by screaming and people running.

Shiro and Pidge froze, turning to each other slowly.

“Five copper pieces says that’s Hunk and Lance,” Pidge said.

“I don’t want to lose five copper pieces,” Shiro told her as they took off running towards the ominous sounds.

Sure enough, in the center of the chaos was Lance, Hunk, and some very angry Fire Nation soldiers. Not just any Fire Nation soldiers, either. The ones that they had spent the last week dodging and gone to battle with several times.

“Commander Morvok’s men!” Pidge exclaimed. “How did they catch up to us?”

“Doesn’t matter, we’ve got to help Lance and Hunk, find Keith and Allura, and go,” Shiro said, scowling at the day’s development. Pidge nodded in agreement.

Quick as a flash of lightning, Pidge whipped out her throwing knifes, hurling them at the soldiers. Cursing the fact that he left his staff with Yorak, Shiro snatched a broom out of the hands of a young teenage boy sweeping the front steps of a shop.

“Hey!” The boy yelled.

“Sorry, need to borrow this!” Shiro called behind him as he ran to join the fight as well.

Two soldiers came running at Shiro, only to be fought off with the improvised staff and a third to be blown back with airbending.

“It’s the Avatar!” Commander Morvok called out. “A thousand gold pieces to the soldier who can appre—aah!”

Morvok teetered backwards, staring in horror at his shoulder where one of Pidge’s knives was buried. Then he looked up and snarled, removing the blade as he glared Pidge down. For a non-bender, that little girl gave him a lot of trouble. Even more trouble than the actual benders. Even more trouble than the Avatar himself.

Morvok saw how her narrowed honey eyes glinted like the silver of her blades in the sunlight, saw the deadly accuracy of her throws, saw her constantly moving, saw her just close enough to the Avatar…

He had an idea.

Today, he was going to—at long last—get his promotion.

After nearly a week of hunting down the Avatar, he would be welcomed and honored by  Fire Lord Zarkon for his expert command and leadership that ensured the continued glory of the Fire Nation.

But, first, he had to get rid of the one true obstacle in his way.

The Avatar’s small, stabby shadow.

“Shoot the girl,” He ordered the archer at his side.

He lifted his bow and aimed.

The sound of the arrow being released was lost in the sounds of the battle, of rocks crashing, wind whooshing, fire blazing, water splashing.

“UGH!”

Shiro turned sharply at hearing Pidge’s cry from behind him. She had sunk down to one knee, her hand pressed to her bicep, a streak of blood running down her arm.

Shiro’s eyes widened, his brain simultaneously blank and overrun with thoughts and emotions.

Pidge.

Pidge was hurt.

Pidge was bleeding.

No one hurt Pidge.

Pidge grit her teeth and moved her hand, frowning at the wound. She would have to deal, she still had to fight, still had Shiro to protect, to have his back.

However, she gasped when she lifted her head.

Shiro’s eyes were a blank and a blue so pale it was nearly white. From underneath the headband he wore to cover his forehead and his clothes, his master airbender tattoos glowed. His feet were no longer touching the ground, a ball of wind, dust and debris forming around him.

Shiro had entered the Avatar State.

No. No, this couldn’t be happening. Not after the last time he went into the Avatar State. Not after he was shot with lightning by Haggar. Not after he finally was starting to be able to regain strength and function in his now-scarred right arm.

“Shiro!” Pidge called, getting to her feet.

Whether he couldn’t hear her over the wind or if he was just ignoring her, she couldn’t tell.

All she knew was that the next forty-five seconds were pure chaos.

“Oh no,” Hunk said, eyes wide.

“Get down!” Lance yelled, dropping to the dirt.

Pidge covered her head.

Shiro threw his head back, his arms out.

Commander Morvok and his men were all thrown backwards, colliding with buildings, fruit stands, and a cart full of cabbages.

Avatar State Shiro was not done yet, though. His blank, glowing eyes found the arrow that struck Pidge, it’s head buried in the ground. Using airbending, he called it to his hand.

Faster than a tornado, Shiro was in front of Morvok, snarling, arrow clenched in his fist. He raised his arm, not caring that the man was whimpering and cowering and begging for mercy.

He was going to take this arrow—the arrow that struck Pidge—and bury it in this pathetic fool’s heart.

Two smaller hands reached up and grabbed Shiro’s arm. “Shiro, stop! Leave him alone!”

Shiro paused, turning his head slightly to see Pidge hanging off of him, her eyes wide as she stared up at him.

“Come on, Shiro,” She whispered. “Let him go. Come back to me, Shiro…”

The tension in his shoulders eased, the wind around him began to die down. His feet touched the ground again, his eyes darkening to their typical steel-gray.

Pidge breathed a sigh of relief as her own feet touched the ground. She moved her hands down Shiro’s arms to grab his wrist. (And, no, not just to feel all of Shiro’s amazing arm muscles, thank you very much, Lance.)

“Let’s go,” Pidge said.

Shiro nodded vaguely, letting Pidge drag him towards Hunk and Lance. They ran off towards the town well to find Keith and Allura, a distraught “MY CABBAGES!” heard in the distance behind them.

After locating the firebender and the Northern princess, both of whom were disappointed to have missed the fight, the team ran to Yorak and quickly left.

Once in the air, Shiro twisted around to get a look at Pidge, who was having her arm tended to by Lance and Allura. She hissed in pain as the waterbenders began the process of healing her arm with their bending.

“How bad is it?” Shiro called, concerned.

“Didn’t go too deep into the muscle,” Allura answered. “Mostly a flesh injury. It might leave a small scar, but nothing too terrible.”

Shiro nodded vaguely. He was starting to feel the emotional and physical fallout of the battle, of entering the Avatar State. His muscles ached, he felt exhausted, his stomach churned, his mouth dry.

And he felt angry.

Angry because the most important person in his life had been hurt while having his back.

Angry because he could have done nothing to stop it.

Angry because he lost control of himself and his emotions.

Angry because what good was it to be the most powerful bender in the world and you couldn’t even really protect the people who matter the most to you?

He turned back to Yorak’s flight path, letting go of the reins with one hand to bury it in the skybison’s soft, thick fur. He heard his animal companion make a worried and comforting grumble beneath him.

Shiro didn’t reassure Yorak that he was fine. He knew he wasn’t.

They flew for hours, mostly in silence. No one discussed at length about Shiro going into the Avatar State. Hunk and Lance gave short answers to Keith and Allura’s questions. The only real upside was that they had remembered to grab their purchases, so lunch was to consist of the papaya Pidge and Shiro had picked up.

Shiro landed Yorak near a stream, allowing the passengers to stretch their legs and the skybison rest for a while before taking off again.

As the fruit was cut up and distributed, Shiro wandered off towards the bank of the stream, mumbling something about meditating. However, he just sat there, watching the fish and frogs in the water.

Shiro wasn’t really paying attention when Pidge came to sit beside him, holding out his portion of the fruit. “So,” She said casually. “Papaya.”

He smiled faintly at the memory of just that morning. Only for the weight of everything after to come crashing down.

“Uh huh,” He mumbled. “Papaya.”

“You going to eat some?”

“Not hungry.”

“You went into the Avatar State, Shiro. You need to eat something before you pass out on us at the reins.”

“I’m fine.” At this, his traitorous stomach rumbled. Loudly. Enough to be heard over the flowing water in front of them.

Pidge frowned, her hair blowing into her face. She tucked a piece behind her ear and said, “No, you’re not. What’s wrong?”

Shiro grit his teeth slightly, his eyes briefly landing on the bright white bandage wrapped around her arm, then he diverted his gaze. “Nothing.” He spat.

“Your shoulders tense when you lie, you know,” Pidge told him, reaching up to gently massage his right shoulder. “You can talk about it, you know. Is it what happened back at the village?”

“Yes.” Shiro admitted, trying desperately hard not to cave into Pidge’s touch and relax.

“Is it because of what happened? When you were in the Avatar State?”

He shook his head. “No. It’s… It’s what led to me going into the Avatar State. I lost control of my emotions, yes. But it’s also why I lost control of my emotions. I saw you hurt, saw the blood, and… I just lost it.”

Shiro drew his knees to his chest, wrapping his arms around his legs. “I’m the Avatar. I’m supposed to save the whole world. But I can’t save everyone, can’t protect everyone. I was reminded that today, because I saw my friend—someone I desperately want to protect and keep safe—get hurt while having my back in a fight. I always know you’ll have my back. But I didn’t do a good job of having yours today. I should have been able to, I don’t know, freeze it in midair. Or blow it off course. Or hit with a rock. Set it on fire. Something. Anything. But I didn’t even see it until too late.”

“Shiro, I hate to break it to you, but, even though you’re the Avatar, you’re still just as human as the rest of us.”

“Sometimes I wish I wasn’t. Sometimes I wish I was more human, more normal. Either not the Avatar or not a bender at all. It would make things a whole lot easier.”

“No, it wouldn’t,” Pidge argued. “If you were more normal, there’s no way we would have ever met, for one thing. And there’s still the Fire Lord to deal with.” She took his hand in hers. “Look, I know it’s hard. I can’t imagine what it feels like to have experienced everything you’ve gone through. But I can be here for you, be by your side. You’re my best friend. I believe you can save the world and everyone in it. There’s going to be bumps and bruises along the way, but that’s just how life works. And let me tell you this: those bumps, those wounds, those scars...”

He looked up and met her eyes as her thumbs gently rubbed the red, starburst-shaped spot on his palm where the lightning had exited his body. He looked into her face, into her kind eyes and gentle smile.

“These scars are what show the whole world we fought as hard as we can. That we keep getting back up when we’re knocked down. We don’t give up, because we believe in our fight.”

Without warning, Shiro threw his arms around Pidge, hugging her tightly, careful of her injured arm, burying his nose into her soft hair as she embraced him in return.

“Thank you, Pidge,”  He whispered. “I couldn’t ask for a better best friend, could never find a better person to have by my side through all this.”

“You’re welcome,” She whispered. She pulled back slightly, smiling up at him shyly. “Want to ask Keith if he’ll heat up some water for tea? We probably have time for a cup or two before taking off again.”

Shiro smiled. “I’d love that.”

It wasn’t how he initially planned for it to happen, but he had gotten his cup of tea with Pidge anyway.

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Thanking Around Process: France

With that in mind, let’s go for some references in the south of France. First: the colors. So many beautiful colors that when I was creating the color palette for the lettering I was impressed by some stuff!Bonjour, bonsoir, bonne nuit, or whatever is the time you’re reading this. Yes, this process is all about croissants, pain au chocolat, cheese, delicious breads, crêpes… Is it weird that most of the things I enjoy about every place I go to is food? Culinary is a proof of each culture, and France let this very clear when I went there!

In France I sadly didn’t stay for a whole month because of a mastermind event my boyfriend had, but we visited so many towns and villages that I couldn’t let this pass. Which cities did we go to? Paris, Canet-en-Roussillon (really tiny and with a beautiful beach), Collioure, and Villefranche, a fortified village. As a Brazilian that had never seen castles, I need to say that I was pretty excited to see more of french history. And I’m pretty sure that I have a thing for castles and their architecture.

So, to start from the beginning, let’s take a look at Paris and its references. One word about it: copperplate calligraphy. They use copperplate everywhere. And if it’s not copperplate, it’s a really similar script style that has a classical look.

It also had more modern styles, recalling Art Nouveau. But from what I saw in those few days, I noticed that everything is really classy, including the architecture and those balconies’ ornaments.

Now come with me, let’s fall in love with balconies:

With that in mind, let’s go for some references in the south of France. First: the colors. So many beautiful colors that when I was creating the color palette for the lettering I was impressed by some stuff!

Yep, I took this with an iPhone. This is the beach in Canet. Pretty ugly, huh?

As you can see, the doors and windows were some pretty great references for the color palette. Now what about the type?

After a lot of references and knowing a bit about Paris and the south of France, here we go to the sketches! First of all, I’d like to say that I created more than 20 sketches about this lettering. And after not knowing when to stop, I threw away EVERYTHING. Yup. All the tracing papers, without taking photos or anything. And you know what? That felt good.

As a digital nomad traveling with only a backpack and a small carry-on wheel bag, the best feeling is remembering that you don’t need much to live. Let things go, the most important part you already have and it’s inside your head – it’s called memory.

Basically these sketches are all that I have left, now.

As you can see for the final sketch, it is indeed really sloppy. This is what happens when I already have the whole idea in mind and I just want to visualize the main part of it. I had part of it vectorized already, but I was having some difficulties in visualizing the ornaments.

I decided to use this one because I noticed that everything I saw from France was very cute and full of ornaments everywhere, not to forget the whole “romantic” feeling that Paris gives. I added those endings on the strokes to break this “cute” feeling, because I also had some not so good experiences there. With that in mind, I let them be discrete because we can’t ignore the bad parts, but indeed we can focus on the good ones.

About the vector, one rule for creating on Illustrator: the less points you make, the better. Start building your shape only with horizontal points, and ONLY IF NECESSARY you can add the vertical ones.

With all that in mind, I created a discreet frame inspired in some of the parisian cafés, adding a thin line shadow on the lettering, and then jumped to the colors!

As you saw on the pictures above, I indeed used those to define my color palette, but the only things I was sure about were that: 1. I wanted a light background 2. I didn’t want it to be too romantic (ironic, looking at all those curves) 3. I wanted it to be cute, and strong.

After another 20 tries of color testing, I finally came up to this!

If you didn’t have the time to go through at all, here’s a summary of the learnings:

1. Don’t be afraid of throwing everything away, the important learnings you had you definitely have memorized. 2. Don’t try to put only the good feelings on your art, the junction of the good and bad is what makes you, you. And to conclude, know when to stop. Sometimes, to be creative you have to stop making art for a moment.

I hope I could inspire and help you in some way, and see you on the next art!

If you have any other questions about something I didn’t say here, you can send me an email or reach me on social media!

You can see the entire project here!