#the second picture is the best thing I've ever drawn

[lakesparkles]

Hi! Sorry for not posting for the last days, I.... I forgot.

And I have even more Bojack fanart :D and, with that, I mean mostly Diane and Mr Peanutbutter. Btw, I’m super serious about shipping them with Guy

[ohmytyong]

the color of you [teaser]

cover art made by @/salgoolulu on Instagram

“you picture your emotions through words, while I try to voice out my own feelings with photos”

PAIRING: college student!jaemin x college student!reader (female!reader) x college student!mark

GENRE: fluff, angst, strangers to lovers au, college au, 90s au, love triangle au, best friend!jisung, best friend!yeri, suggestive (if you squint)

TEASER WARNINGS: none!

WC: tba (TEASER WC: 1,8k)

‣[PLAYLIST]: margaret by lana del rey (ft. bleachers), frozen by sabrina claudio, bonfire by wave to earth, yosemite by lana del rey, blue by troye sivan (ft. alex hope), naked by sabrina claudio, let the light in by lana del rey (ft. father john misty)

SUMMARY: winter to spring to fall — seasons change all the time, and life takes turns you never saw coming. as you’re trying to figure out your true love in your career path, you’re also trapped between the hearts of two boys who try to teach you how to find your real colors, by teaching you how to love.

A/N: finally a glimpse of what i've been working on (and still am) for over six months. the writing process is painfully slow, but this story feels like nothing i have ever written before. it feels intimate to me, and i can't wait to share the full story with all of you <3

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Thursday, October 9th, 1997

Τhere is a fine line between love and passion. It is easy to confuse one for the other, and sometimes the boundaries become so blurry that love merges into passion and passion merges into love. Passion is a state of being — it resembles a phase of complete ecstasy that you wish would last forever. It fills you with a sudden burst of happiness that is so strong, it needs to become temporary, otherwise its effect weakens.

Love is more of a state of living — it draws you in, it roams around you like the strong scent of cologne, it captivates you in an invisible way, almost as if it does not exist, and no matter what your state of mind or being is, it will always find you in the form of solace. This is exactly what gives it longevity in its effect.

You tried to keep a mental note of these thoughts for the time being until you could write them down, before you completely forgot about them and they ceased to exist.

You were standing outside your favorite café in Seoul, patting your hair and brushing your fingers through thick strands to untangle them. Fall was your favorite season when you could hear the crunchy sound of leaves under your shoes or the patter of raindrops on your umbrella, but one thing you were certainly sure of was that you were not particularly very fond of the wind.

With a firm push on the door, you stepped inside the place you liked to call your second home and, almost in a cartoon-like way, you rushed towards the front counter, drawn in by the magical, mythical, delicious scent of caramel.

The boy behind the counter was busy placing pastries in a paper box and didn’t immediately notice your presence, even though you thought that he could sense how much you were craving that cup of hot caramel latte you were dreaming about all morning.

“Jisung,” you raised your voice as you spoke, and the boy jolted up in the air at the sound of somebody calling his name, the box of pastries in his hands flying everywhere around him. You liked to mess with him in this way because of his sensitivity towards abrupt loud noises. You didn’t want to, but it always spread your lips into a smiley smirk when he would jump around and drop whatever he was holding. Exactly what happened right now.

“Oh my God, Y/n,” he said breathlessly, pressing one hand on his chest to calm his heartbeat. You let out a soft giggle at his reaction and he narrowed his eyes at you. “I just like to tease you, Ji,” you said as he bent down to pick up the box and the now dirty pastries. He threw away the pastries in a trash can under the counter and placed the box aside in the counter behind him. He rolled his shoulders backwards as he came towards the cash register and swayed his head left and right to move his bangs out of his face. “Alright, alright,” he whispered to himself and he cleared his throat, straightening his back even further. He flashed a wide smile towards you and spoke in a voice that seemed loud to him, but to your ears it still sounded like his usual velvety soft tone. “Welcome to Caramel Craze, what can I get you?”

“Just my regular, Ji,” you said and he kept a note of your order on a small scratch pad, even though he knew your order by heart. “I’ll go sit down at our table, you can come join me when your shift ends. Also, just so you know, Yerim is coming too so be more alert. You know I go easy on you with the jumpscares but she doesn’t,” you said and he laughed at the mention of your friend Yerim, who liked to tease him just a little bit more.

“Okay, you go sit and I’ll be back with your order,” Jisung said and you stretched your arm to ruffle his hair playfully.

You always sat at the table furthest back in the shop right next to the wall-length window. Whatever the season, you enjoyed the access to viewing the outside world through the perspective of the glass that separated you from the people on the other side of it. Today, the atmosphere was covered by dark clouds of gloom that seemed harmless, with no intention of rain. You hadn’t realized how angry the wind was until you looked at the way the branches of the trees moved back and forth to the wind’s direction and the people struggling to walk through the windy force. Behind the glass window, it was peaceful and quiet.

You sat down at your and your friends’ designated table and took out your sketchbook and pencils. Looking around the small coffee shop, you noticed a girl standing, waiting in line to order her drink and possibly a little sweet treat to go along with it. She was wearing a long plaid skirt, falling down to her ankles, paired with a short jean jacket that ended right at the start of her waist. What if she added a leather corset? The length of the skirt kinda throws me off. Maybe a shorter skirt, chunkier shoes, different texture on the jacket-

You picked up your pencil and quickly drew lines that resembled a female human figure. Eyes darting from the girl to your sketchbook, back at the girl and your sketchbook again, you started gaining inspiration for new clothing designs. That’s why you decided to study fashion design; the possibilities of mixing and matching colors, patterns and textures were endless, and your creative mind couldn’t help but be fascinated by the art of fashion.

You were drawing quick rough sketches of clothes, making small changes here and there, trying to find a new, innovative, interesting design to present in class. For the last couple weeks, you were completely stuck and couldn’t create anything. The scholarship abroad wouldn’t be yours if you presented some boring, mediocre stuff.

Lately, you found yourself deprived of inspiration. You couldn’t pinpoint the exact reason why this was the case, but anytime you picked up your pencil to draw new patterns of clothes, your hand automatically moved away from your sketchbook and gravitated towards the pocket-sized notebook you kept on the side of your desk, and all you could do with your pencil was to write words.

the flowers inside my mind wither and fall;

dark fog covers the sky that hangs above my consciousness

i hate to see you wilt —

perhaps a new seed will grow on the ground

and replace the void with color

regeneration mirrors the art of becoming again

Setting your sketchbook and pencil on the side, you moved to take out the small notebook from the front pocket of your bag, flipping the pages to find a blank one and quickly writing down the words that came to your mind at that moment. This is what you always did when you felt stuck. You could never voice the thoughts occupying your mind, so you wrote them down instead. It was always easier to put them in place this way.

A loud bang resonated in the small café and you jolted up in surprise, dropping your pencil on the table. This is probably how Jisung feels, I get it now. You lifted your head to see your friend Yerim setting her bag and extra books on the table as she sat down on the chair across from yours.

“You scared me, Yerimie,” you said in a shaky voice and her lips lifted up to a smirk. “And I thought Jisung was the fun one to tease,” she said.

You scoffed at her comment and dismissed it. Yerim’s eyes dropped to the sketchbook and pencils scattered everywhere around the table, peeking at your trembling designs and the black smudges all over the pages that covered the designs you didn’t like.

“Still on designer’s block?” Yerim asked and you shook your head lightly. “I actually made some progress today,” you smiled, “I might have some ideas about what to make. These are pretty much the very first draft of it. If you can call it a draft,” you said pointing at your sketchbook.

Yerim hummed in understanding, but her eyes betrayed her true thoughts. Doubt? Hope? Simply processing what you said? You couldn't tell.

“Hey, listen, I have an extra class right now so I won’t stay, wanna meet me later in the library? I know you prefer studying here but I just came to pick up my coffee,” Yerim said. As if they communicated telepathically, Jisung approached your table holding two plastic cups with your beloved coffee shop’s logo on them. The intensely sweet scent of caramel betrayed what the liquid inside the cups was and you felt dizzy even at the thought of finally tasting the drink you were so desperately craving.

“Here you are, girls,” it felt almost as if Jisung mouthed the words by how softly he spoke. With shaky hands, he placed the cups on the table and smiled at himself for successfully bringing them all the way there without dropping them and spilling the hot coffee all over the shop’s floor.

“Are you coming too, Ji? To the library,” Yerim turned to him and Jisung nodded eagerly. “Of course! I’ll be there after my shift ends. Sorry Y/n, I can’t stay at the café all day, it's getting boring and it reminds me of work,” Jisung apologized to you and frowned.

“Don’t worry, guys, I’ll join you. Besides, apparently I also need to find this book I need for my project. You can go and I’ll meet you there later,” you said and you were going to keep your promise. 

Yerim grabbed her things and leaned over the table to give you a hug. She winked at you and waved at both you and Jisung on her way out the coffee shop. Jisung smiled and shook his head at Yerim’s sassy attitude and you couldn’t help but smile too at how adorable he was.

“You’d better get back to work Ji, or else someone out there is gonna rob all the money you keep in the cash register,” you reminded him and his posture stiffened, smile dropping and eyes widening when he remembered that his shift, in fact, hadn’t ended yet. 

“Oh, you’re right. But wait,” he said, putting his hand inside the pocket of his apron, only to take out a soft caramel cookie wrapped in sealed plastic packaging. He slid it into your hand under the table and offered you a shy smile. “It’s on the house. You need some energy,” he said softly as he walked away towards the back of the café.

You looked at the cookie and quickly put it inside your bag. You were sitting alone once again, blocking your surroundings as you stared outside the window to take a look at the outside world. The wind had calmed down significantly.

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[koolades-world]

Words cannot express how much I adore your writing, ESPECIALLY when it comes to Satan, like hands down one of the best Satan writers🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️ but besides that- I would really love to see how the brothers react to MC who is… well… sensitive. As in- they care a lot about the brothers, and would obviously never even dream of hurting them let alone in reality. So I picture MC being extremely upset of the power they hold due to the seven pacts after the first time they use ‘stay’ (lesson 26-15). Then cue the events that result in MC getting the ring of light. Them being borderline horrified of their strength and tries to isolate themself thinking they might be a threat to brothers, even though at the back of their mind they know that the brothers could never actually be fatally injured because of them.

hello! of course :)

thank you so much for the satan writer compliment GAH he’s just my little guy and I’m glad people like my take on him. my sweet satan. hes the flame, and i am but a tiny moth drawn to his character potential and literally everything else about him

also, thank you for specifically requesting what you wanted!! usually I have no clue what people want and just guess haha. it's a little longer than a drabble would be so idk what it is anymore lol

hope you like where I went with this! did both satan and luci. enjoy <3

Sensitive Mc who's afraid of hurting the brothers

Satan

Satan was alone in his room, reading, when he was suddenly hit with a concerning thought. He had been meant to gift you that human world book he'd managed to find a second hand bookstore. Coincidentally, the two of you had been talking about that same book just yesterday, so he had to pick it up for you. He'd actually been hoping the two of you could read it together because he'd never read it. He could already imagine reading it aloud to you, how you’d be cuddled up in his lap, arms around him and using him as your personal pillow.

After he finished the page he was on, he grabbed the book. He'd probably have to reread everything he read before thinking of you, but that was alright. He’d learnt to treasure every moment he could with you. You were the only thing that could truly cause him to temporarily lose interest in a book.

With that, he set off, book in hand, to find you. First he check your room. It wasn’t unusual to not find you there. His brothers often dragged you elsewhere. Next he checked the library, his brothers’ rooms, and the attic, but it was to no avail. That was when he started to get worried. He started to call you and text you. He could see that you were reading his messages and the calls were ringing all the way through, but you didn’t reply once.

That's when he started to freak out. Every bad thing that could've possibly happened ran through his head. He stopped, and took a deep breath to clear his head to try and think more rationally. He knew he needed to find you, and while he knew telling his brothers was the best course of action, he figured he'd check your room one last time, just in case he managed to miss you somehow. As he stepped into your room and shut the door behind him, he caught sight of you. You were seated away from the door, head down on the table.

"Mc! There you are. I've been looking for you." He stepped towards you and put his hand on your shoulder. You jumped very suddenly, and whipped your head around to face him. The expression on your face wasn't one he'd ever seen you make. You looked deeply fearful, more so than when facing one of his angry brothers, or himself for that matter. The two of you made steady eye contact for a moment, before you suddenly stood up.

"Mc?" Satan was confused and concerned. You placed both of your hands on his chest and pushed him away as hard as you could before running to the opposite side of the room. "What's the matter?" He recovered quickly from his minor stumble.

"Stay back! I'm a monster. I can't hurt you. You mean too much to me." Satan got deja vu. He swore he'd said something exactly like that in the past. Your hands shook as you held them out in front of you, urging him to stop his advances towards you. You seemed to be struggling to hold them up, as your arm began to fall and your fingers could hardly stay upright. He saw himself in you in that moment. Afraid, alone, and confused, just like how he felt when he first came into being. While he wanted nothing more than to go comfort you, he found himself frozen mid-step towards you. This sent you into another fit of tears.

"See? I can't do anything right." You sobbed.

"Mc, please unfreeze me. I promise you, you can't hurt me." He could hear the desperation growing in his voice, and he was sure you could too.

"What if I hurt you on accident though? I don't know what I'd do. I care too much about you to do that to you." You tried to avoid eye contact, since looking into his eye was too painful.

"It's going to be alright. It'll take a lot to drive me away from you, because I care. If it ever gets to the point of you hurting me, I won't be upset with you because I know you didn't mean it. I trust you no matter what. Everything you just said proves that. Now, please, let me hug you. You need one." You eyed him skeptically.

"I don't trust me." You swiped away some of the tears with the back of your hand, but they kept flowing.

"You've already done so much for this family, and for me. Please, let me return the favor. I'll always be by your side. If the situation ever arises, we can work through it together. I'm not afraid to do what it takes to remain by your side." He silently implored you to meet his eyes, and when you finally did, he knew he'd gotten through to you.

"Alright. Come here." You smiled a little through the tears, and let your arms fall to your side. Like magic, Satan was able to move again and he quickly rushed forward to scoop you up. He held you close to him, gently wiping away your tears.

"I hope you can sense how much I care about you." He rubbed your back and sighed as you began to hug him back.

"Thank you." He knew that hurting him was probably the thing you feared most. He understood that, and promised himself that the two of you would work through that fear together. You changed his life, and wanted to really make sure you knew and didn't undermine how impactful you actually are to him.

Lucifer

It was late. Lucifer had already completed his nightly rounds and was doing paperwork, as usual. He'd made it through about half his stack, and had resolved to finishing it by morning.

He heard the the quiet footsteps of someone walking by his room, down the hall and up the stairs to the attic. With a sigh, he got up and followed whoever it was. He was too late to catch whoever it was, but he decided he'd let them get to the to top of the stairs before he went up after them.

He stood there for a moment, thinking. The only people who went to the attic were the twins, and occasionally you, if one of the twins happened to be up there. Really, only Belphie liked to be up there, and Beel and you just followed him, because he'd never seen either of you up there of your own volition. He wasn't sure why whoever it was needed to be up there at this hour. Belphie and Beel are usually knocked out at this hour. As he passed Levi's room, he heard the sound of a videogame and an angry sigh. Soft music was coming from Asmo's. The rest of the house was dead silent. Lucifer heard the stair at top of the staircase creak, meaning they'd reached the top landing. With that, he set off after them.

Once at the top of the stairs, he initially didn't see anyone and he quickly questioned if he'd been hearing things. Then, he spotted you sitting next to the window, hugging your legs and chin resting on your knees. Before he could speak, you beat him to it.

"Hello." You didn't turn around, or move at all.

"Mc. What are you doing up at this hour?" He stayed where he was, hoping that your conversation together would be quick.

"I could ask you the same thing." Usually, you'd say that with vigor, or some sort of enjoyment in your voice, but, your voice was flat.

"Very funny. Now, answer the question." He crossed his arms. While you were behaving a little strangely, he hoped it was just because it was late and continued as he usually would.

"Couldn't sleep. Didn't want to bother anyone." You sighed.

"I'm sorry to hear that. You are welcome to join me in my room tonight, if that might help." He felt a little sympathetic after you'd told him what was wrong. It would be nice to have them in his room as company, and a motivation to work faster.

"I've just been... thinking, is a good way to put it." All of your thoughts seemed jumbled, because everything that come out of your mouth, despite seemingly thinking hard about it, came out strangely.

"That's oddly vague, Mc." He took a few more steps towards you, but you still kept yourself turned towards the window. You remained silent, so he took the final few steps until he was right behind you.

"Lucifer. Will you make me a promise?" You turned to him slowly for the first time that evening. The little bit of moonlight streaming in through the window half illuminated your face. He could tell you hadn’t slept at all that night, maybe longer. The circles under your eye were very telling. The way you looked back at him unsettled him. That in itself spoke more words than he could ever say. There was a far off look in your eyes, like you were staring right through him. He never thought he'd be afraid of you, but the way you were behaving was scaring him.

“Of course, my love. Anything.” You turned back to the window, but he could tell you kept looking at him through the corner of your eyes.

“Promise me you’ll stop me if I ever do anything that might hurt your or your brothers. At any cost.” That sentence sent a shiver down Lucifer’s spine. It was an accomplishment to say that you could make a chill wrack through the body of Diavolo's right hand man, but this moment was anything but joyous or celebratory. The implications of your statement were grim.

"What are you talking about?" He stumbled on his words a little, unsure how to approach what you just asked.

"I'm not really sure how to put how I feel into words. But, that's what I do know." You glanced between him and the view outside the window.

"If you could, please try to enlighten me." He sat beside you

"I'm unsure of the power I have. I feel like I shouldn't have this. I'm unworthy and afraid of what I might do. You saw what I did on accident. I didn't mean to really make all of you stop like that. I know it didn't hurt too bad but... I just don't know how I feel." You sighed again.

"I understand how you feel, I believe. You're more than worthy to wield the power you do. It's not easy to quell the seven avatars of sin, but, you are, aren't you? Do not discredit yourself. I'm sure you know you could never hurt any of us, right?" Lucifer raised an eyebrow at you, awaiting your response.

"I'm not discrediting myself, I'm just afraid is all, alright? Sorry if I've felt distant lately. It's just been on my mind for a while." You snapped to face him again.

"I see. Please, do not isolate yourself like that from us again. We can work through this together. I know you're afraid of hurting us, but the day that happens is the day the Devildom freezes over, alright? We care." He paused. "I care."

A gentle smile made its way across your face. "Thanks. I think I'll always be a little afraid, honestly. But, I trust you, and I know you mean what you say." Lucifer remembered what you'd said earlier. He hoped he'd never have to follow through that.

For now though, he hoped to treasure this moment with you, and hopefully help you get to bed with the little nugget of peace he'd given you.

[theloveoffootball10]

sᴛɪᴄᴋᴡɪᴛᴜ - ᴛ ᴡ ᴇ ɴ ᴛ ʏ s ᴇ ᴠ ᴇ ɴ

s e r i e s m a s t e r l i s t / c o m p l e t e m a s t e r l i s t

sᴛɪᴄᴋᴡɪᴛᴜ - ᴛ ᴡ ᴇ ɴ ᴛ ʏ s ᴇ ᴠ ᴇ ɴ

"I love waking up with you and having you with me" Lando says playing with my hair as I wake up in his arms. I still can't believe I'm in his apartment in Monaco.

"I would say the same if you didn't snore" I say with a smirk.

"I'm sorry baby" as Lando buries his head in my shoulder I run my fingers through his hair.

"Don't worry about it, I know you can't help it even if it's the most annoying thing in the world. I think I'd rather have you talking in your sleep"

"You must be the first person to ever say that. What should we do today?" Lando asks and I'm so pleased he has time off today, I have to work tomorrow but knowing I can spend the evening with him makes all of the difference.

"I'm not bothered what we do. I'm happy just to spend time with you" I don't need anything elaborate from Lando, cliché as it may sound I just want his time.

"We could have a chilled morning then go for a late breakfast?" I agree with Lando as I settle into his arms. Picking my phone up I mindlessly scroll through social media eventually ending up on TikTok for what feels like hours "What you watching?" Lando asks looking over my shoulder as I stop to watch a video.

"Just an edit of your Miami win"

"Are you getting emotional?" Lando asks with a slight laugh.

"I always do. I think because the memories of that full trip are so amazing when I see an edit it takes me back there" Miami was special for both of us for many different reasons but it will forever remain one of my favourite trips. 

"Miami was incredible. Making you my girlfriend was probably the best decision I've ever made" 

"What if I'd turned around and said I didn't want a relationship when we had that conversation on the yacht?" I ask putting my phone down to turn my full attention to Lando.

"Lets be honest baby you weren't ever going to say no. It's worth saying yes for the sex alone" 

"But I could've had the sex whenever I wanted it anyway. You weren't ever going to turn me down girlfriend or not. However on that note I'm going to get dressed because I'm starving and you need to show me around Monaco" I say getting out of bed making my way to Lando's bathroom.

"Why do I need to show you around Monaco? Your dad lives here part time so I know you've been before" Lando asks confused. 

"I want to see your version of Monaco. I want to see what home is for you outside of your apartment" walking into the bathroom I take my time showering and doing my make up before pulling on some clothes. As I look around Lando's apartment while I wait for him I'm amazed at all of the memorabilia he has, he has some stunning helmets from over the years. 

"Have you got a favourite?" Lando asks making me jump. 

"I like this one" I say running my finger tips long the yellow and blue Monaco helmet.

"That one is from Formula 2 the second time I got to race here in 2018" 

"There's just something about it that makes me feel drawn to it. Are you ready to go?"

"Yeah I'm ready. I'm also starving now as well" as we leave Lando's apartment, I decide I want to walk. Lando might have one of the most impressive car collections but there's a charm to Monaco and I like to take it in by walking the streets. Walking hand in hand with Lando there's no hurry to be anywhere in particular but it's nice to do something normal that isn't racing related. I feel like we're just normal people and not known by millions of people throughout the world. Finding a seat in the cafe facing the harbour I take in the view. 

Monaco is one of the most beautiful places I've ever been, every time I come here I fall a little bit more in love with the country. Thinking back to my conversation with Liv, I could definitely see myself living here. It would be a totally different lifestyle to what I'm used to but I could adjust, I can picture myself working throughout the day, going home to Lando when he's not travelling and travelling with him at every given opportunity.   

"Thank you for bringing me here. It's the first time I've been here but it's beautiful and the food sounds insane" I say skimming over the menu, everything sounds so good. 

"You wanted to see my version of Monaco and this is it" leaning my head on Lando's shoulder I watch everyone around me feeling so content with my life, I know I couldn't wish for more if it tried. 

"Lando I thought it was you! it's so good to see you!" I look up hearing the most annoying female voice I've potentially ever heard. 

"Hi Hannah" Lando says bluntly and I get the impression this isn't a conversation he wants to have. 

“You look so good! Winning races certainly makes you more attractive, I'd let you take me on dates again especially the way you're performing lately" I feel Lando's hand reach out and rest on my thigh, I know he's trying to keep me calm and stop me reacting but this bitch has gone to far. 

"Excuse me? Do you want to repeat that?" I try not to make a scene but from the look on Lando's face I can tell he knows I'm about three seconds from snapping. 

"I said Lando can take me out again. I'd take him back now he's winning races" 

"Who the fuck do you think you are? You have no right to come over here and start talking to Lando like that" I don't want to be the psycho girlfriend but christ this man knows how to pick them! 

"Baby she's not worth it" Lando says to me completely ignoring Hannah's presence. 

"And who are you? The new assistant?" Hannah asks looking me up and down. 

"You wish. I'm the girlfriend and if you come over here talking to my boyfriend like that again you'll find your gold digging arse in that harbour behind you" I don't stand up out of my seat as much as I want to, I know it will drag unwanted attention to us. 

"Lando are you going to let her talk to me like that?" Hannah asks looking at Lando expecting him to defend her. 

"Hannah what do you expect? You've came over here interrupting us and you've disrespected my girlfriend so to be frank with you, yes I'm going to let her talk to you like that. There hasn't been an us for at least a year and there never will be again I'm more than happy with Lucía and it's about time you left us alone" 

"You're making a mistake keeping that slag over me"

"That's rich coming from a gold digging trollop. Just walk away and save the tiny amount of dignity you have left because you're only making yourself look the fool. Now off you pop or like I said you'll be going for an unexpected swim" turning my attention back to Lando I hear Hannah let out a huff before stomping in the heels she can't even walk in. 

"It's so attractive seeing you get so defensive. I'm sorry she interrupted us" Lando says running his thumb across my cheek. 

"Lando I'm going to defend our relationship to anyone and I'm not going to let people like her behave like that. Our relationship means everything to me but just so I'm prepared how many crazy ex's do I have to deal with in Monaco? You really know how to pick girlfriends mind! They’re all crazy, me included” I ask with a raised eyebrow. I'll argue with anyone who tries to come between me and Lando. 

"There's been a few girls, not loads but there's only been like one in Monaco who made official relationship. I saw through Hannah straight away and knew she was only in it for the money and to try and become an influencer, that's when I ended everything with her" 

"I'm pleased you did because she is mental and that means I get to call you mine" leaning over I kiss Lando gently. I want everyone to know he is my man and I'm here to stay. 

"I'm yours Lu, you don't ever have to question that. I'm completely committed to you, if I wasn't I wouldn't have asked you to be my girlfriend. Can I take you somewhere tonight? It'll be completely chilled and we won't be around anyone" Lando asks causing me to frown wondering what he means.                 

"You can take me anywhere Lando. Do I need to change or anything?" I ask trying to decipher what he might be planning. 

"No you don't need to change. You look beautiful as always" 

"Thank you" kissing Lando again my mind is going at one hundred miles an hour as I try to think what we're going to end up doing. 

A matter of hours later I'm in the passenger seat of Lando's Porsche as he drives through the streets of Monaco. The streets become quieter as Lando continues to drive however it isn't too far from his apartment but I feel like it's only the two of us in the world. Looking around I notice we're at the beach which is practically empty and it looks beautiful. As I lean against the wall in front of me I feel Lando wrap his arms around me from behind. 

"Thank you for bringing me here it's beautiful" leaning head back into Lando I take in the sunset in front of me. 

"I wanted to bring you here to show you one of my favourite things about Monaco. I love having you here and staying with me rather than us being in hotels. I know our relationship is real but it makes it feel that little bit more real having you in my home" 

"I get it Lando, I felt the same having you at home with me. I like how we have some time to be in one place and not have to leave a hotel after a couple of days. Can I ask you something?" I ask turning to wrap my arms around Lando's neck as I play with the curls at the ends of his hair. 

"You can ask me anything" 

"I'm going to a family friends wedding on November 9th and I've been told I can bring a plus one, will you be my plus one if you're free?" I feel more nervous to ask Lando to come to a wedding with me than I've ever felt. Something about going to a wedding together feels huge.  

"Of course I'll come with you, I'm honoured you'd ask me" 

"Lando babe there's no one else I'd consider asking. It's not a race week and there will be a load of my friends there but I didn't know if you'd have birthday plans that weekend" I know the wedding is only a few days before Lando's birthday and I can't expect him to change his plans for me. 

"I don't have birthday plans yet but I'd change them for you" looking up at Lando I know I can't hold back anymore. I love this man with my whole heart and I need to tell him.  

"Lando?" I question not taking my eyes off Lando. 

"Are you okay?" 

"I'm more than okay. I just want to tell you something" taking a deep breath I look into Lando’s eyes the multitude of different colours looking back me full of curiosity “I love you Lando Norris. I can’t imagine my life without you, you make every day better just by being you”

“Lucía..” Lando trails off his forehead resting against mine “I love you. I was waiting for the perfect moment to tell you but you beat me to it” Lando tells me closing the gap between us. His kiss is soft but it makes my whole body tingle. I can’t believe this man is mine. I feel like the luckiest girl in the world. For some it will seem too soon to be throwing the love word around but my feelings aren’t going to change, I’m only going to fall for him more.

landonorris

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landonorris Late night drives and Monaco sunsets with my girl ❤️ the perfect end to a perfect weekend esmelucia

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esmelucia 🥹❤️

user189 not only is he calling her my girl again he's tagged her this time 🥹

↪️ user832 little Lando Norris is in love. We need a photo of them together! 

user033 I'm more amazed Fernando is letting this happen and he hasn't killed Lando yet

↪️ fernandoalonso my daughter is an adult she's capable of making her own decisions and Lando is a good man

↪️ user038 we love a supportive dad 😭

↪️ esmelucia te amo papá 🥹

[lllivia]

I can't stop staring at you.

Wednesday Addams x fem!reader

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After everyone had left Wednesday's surprise party that Enid somehow managed to convince her to go to, you were excited to give her your gift. You knew she wasn't such a big fan of presents so you decided you were going to show her just how much you appreciated and loved her instead.

At first Wednesday was doubting you a little, not wanting any more birthday surprises but you assured her it was nothing like that. So you took her cold slender hand in yours and led her through a small clearing in the woods that led to a hill not many people knew of, looking forward to spending some time alone with your lover.

You had already laid out a blanket for you to sit on and gaze at the blue sky filled with small orbs sprinkled across it. You sat down motioning for her to sit down next to you, her emotionless expression slipping through a confused look as to what you were doing there. "We're just going to lay here looking at the stars together, I figured the party would drain your social battery a bit and just thought to do this instead of giving you some kind of physical present" you said after she had taken her seat close next to you. "And what exactly would gazing at the stars benefit us gioia mia?" Wednesday asked still confused, not getting the fact that you were trying to be romantic. "Just lay down and look up Wednesday" you smiled finding it cute how she didn't get it. You both layed down, you wrapping your arm loosely around her before looking up at the sky trying to find all of the pictures in the stars smiling softly.

Wednesday couldn't help turning her head slightly and looking at you instead studying all the details on your face, how your hair framed your face perfectly, the tiny scar on your cheek left from something that had happened in your life before Wednesday entered it, the slight bags under your eyes that brought out the color in them, the way your nose was slightly crooked from the time you fell after trying to rollerskate for the first time, and of course her favorite thing on her girlfriends face, the tiny beauty mark that layed just above your plump pink lips that she always felt herself being drawn to.

Wednesday loved you so much you had no idea, she would die for you, she would kill for you, and she would quite literally do anything just to see a smile on your face.

After a few minutes in silence you pointed at a rather big star turning around to face Wednesday to tell her how pretty it was when you found her already staring at you, her eyes being uncharacteristically soft. "Is everything alright Wednesday?" You said blushing when her gaze didn't falter. "I just can't stop staring at you" she responded connecting your pinkies together, you only gaped at her slightly, that confession was an extremely unusual thing for her to say out loud. "This is the greatest gift I have ever received... And I only just now realized how much I actually love you, I've been so caught up in trying to find the creature that killed Rowan that I haven't been paying nearly enough attention to you bellezza" She continued whispering before finally leaning in and closing the small gap between you, the kiss being soft, slow and passionate as she tangled her hands up in your hair as yours traveled down to her waist, after a few more seconds you pulled away panting slightly.

"The best decision I have ever made in my short horrible life was letting Enid introduce me to you" was the last thing Wednesday said before laying her head down on your chest listening to your quickened heartbeat.

💗 Masterlist 💗

🖤 REQUESTS ARE GREATLY APPRECIATED, MY BRAIN JUST CAN'T SEEM TO COME UP WITH THINGS TO WRITE 🖤

[silawastaken]

I love seeing people compare music to their favourite characters and go like 'oh yeah this verse might be this character... and then this one is the other one... and then this little bit here is them both honestly. Or something like that' because I HAVE gone through every taylor swift song on evermore and folklore and compared it to skk. Sorry to be autistic on the writing account, but this is a fanfic writing account and I'm writing my second novel length fic about them so what did you expect.

folklore/evermore are very canon skk, and verge into fanon and some songs are the reason for very specific head canons, or some of the ways I write the way they perceive each other. 1989... DON'T GET ME STARTED OMFG HAVE YOU EVER LISTENED TO BLANK SPACE? I THINK IT'S IMPOSSIBLE TO NOT HAVE AND OMG IT'S SO SKK CODED LIKE WTF. I HAVE VERY FIRM OPINIONS ABOUT WHICH LYRICS ARE THEIRS. Also the vault tracks literally exist what more do you want from me. 'i think about jumping off of very tall somethings just to see you come running and say the one thing I've been wanting' okay dazai pack it up you did that already, beast exists. 'i call my mom sister she said that it was for the best remind myself the more i gave you'd want me less' yeah yeah chuuya we know he left you get over it, it wasn't personal(think that line could go for either of them but the other line 'the way you faded till i left' feels more Dazai personally). Plus suburban legends. For personal reasons I struggle to listen to song without SPIRALING FUCK YOU THAT ONE PERSON SEHDHSSJNS but very skk as well 'we were born to be national treasures' is very soulmates of them. And out of the woods screams them in fanfic when they try to get better. Red, straight away all too well. They both remember it all too well. All too well skk cover with switching vocals anyone? The last time. The one with gary lightbody. Underrated song, is my favourite on that album, and SO THEM. 'this is the last time you tell me ive got it wrong, this is the last time i wont hurt you anymore' because they're fated to be together and are constantly drawn to each other and yet keep HURTING EACH OTHER RAGH. also 'we are never getting back together' is pretty funny and nice when applied to them. also state of grace. any taylor song with a mild drop of religious imagery is them cause yeah. but 'i never saw you coming, and I'll never be the same'... okay pack it up, we don't have time for your yearning. 'you were never a saint' (dazai abt chuuya) 'and i loved in shades of wrong' (bc hes toxic and doesnt know how to healthily like people) 'we learned to live with the pain, mosaic broken hearts' (bc they continue anyway and stick it out, living with the pain of being bad for each other because of how deeply they care). I almost do. Dazai after leaving. moving on to more religion, holy ground. 'for the first time i had something to lose' 'and i guess we fell apart in the usual way, and the storys got dust on every page' AAAAAA IT'S THEM. Can't really speak on debut- but I've listened to our song and picture to burn and if picture to burn isn't a vengeful chuuya idk what is. BOY OH BOY SPEAK NOW.

excuse me. one moment.

Mine- literally a skk au

Sparks fly- 'the way you move is like a rainstorm and im a house full of cards, you're the kind of reckless that should send me running' that entire verse screams dazai's fascination with corrupted chuuya, and the whole song is well yeah

back to december- dazai when they reunite just trust me on it just trust me on it. the repetition was intentional, that's how serious i am. 'i go back to december all the time' 'I got back to december to make it all right'

speak now- might just be me but it really makes me think of teen skk in fanfic harbouring urges to ruin the others relationship for 'some reason. I don't know, seeing him with her just... irks me'.

the story of us- first verse is chuuya, second verse is dazai, and the third is them both because they're LOSERS and they LOVE EACH OTHER and FUCK I'm CRYING NOW. 'id tell you i miss you but i don't know how' EMOTIONALLY CONSTIPATED BASTARD.

enchanted- self explanatory. for more context, i really think it's from dazai's pov in this case, could probably be both, but dazai fell first and harder so it's really like god he's been in love ever since he got kicked into that wall he wants him around forever. He held Chuuya's hand in the fight with rimbaud and then had all those close moments in the manga and went home to lie on his bed kicking his feet and giggling don't lie. (god im still crying this isn't helping)

better than revenge- they're both pretty vengeful idk it makes me think of iwsynttr for some reason

haunted- chuuya pov. 'i thought i had you figured out, something's gone terribly wrong' 'stood there and watched you walk away from everything we had' they're so sad, but the general idea of chuuya thinking he has figured out dazai and knowing how he thinks and then dazai just leaves suddenly and he's like 'Wow! I thought i knew you. How do i forget this'. 'wont finish what you started' bringing chuuya into the mafia then leaving it.

last kiss- 'you told me you love me so why did you go away' chuuya pov again oh god it hurts why am i doing this to myself? 'never imagined we'd end like this, your name, forever the name on my lips' yep yep ow.

LONG LIVE.- LISTEN. TO. THE. SONG. AND TELL ME IT'S NOT DAZAI AND CHUUYA. I COULD DO A WHOLE ANALYSIS ON JUST THIS SONG. 'promise me this, that you'll stand by me forever, but if god forbid fate should step in, and force us into a goodbye...please tell them my name, tell them how the crowds went wild, tell them how i hope they shine, long live the walls we crashed through, i had the time of my life with you' FUCK IT'S DAZAI AN HE'S IN LOVE WITH CHUUYA AND DOESNT KNOW ODAS GONNA DIE YET, JUST THINKS HE DOESNT GET TO KEEP ANYTHING HE WANTS. FUUUUUCK. THEY'RE IN LOVE AND DAZAI WANTS IT REMEMBERED PLEASE I'M SO SAD.

anyway, i can't pretend I'm normal about skk anymore i haven't even covered fearless, reputation, lover or midnights please somebody encourage me to actually write full things dedicated to each album and the most fitting songs from said albums please i'll do it and plus i need to actually gather proof for my autism diagnosis appointment so this would be a good way to to that probably. anyway yeah this'll never make it out my drafts lol

[redhoodinternaldialectical]

Just wondering, do you have a design in mind for Jason’s fallen angel armor from your Chained fanfic?

I do! In fact I have an insanely intricate idea of what exactly it all looks like! The design frankly might be far, far beyond my capacity as an artist to draw, but I do have it!

I'll use the (City of Heroes) Homecoming character creator to get the general silhouette

So, obviously this doesn't include the wings, nor the halo, nor the jawbones of Doomsday, and the detail work is not really what I imagine it to be on the gloves or boots, but this is the general shape of the thing. Lots of spikes facing out and to the sides, blood oozing from the gauntlets, no helmet, and something along the shoulders to catch strikes that sweep towards his neck

It's also definitely some kind of metal plate mail, with chainmail protecting the joints and filling in gaps, and underneath that is a very simple layer of linen tunic+pants

In my original drawing of his armor I wanted to make the neck guards into spikes, but quickly found that I simply wasn't capable of drawing that. I do really love the shape of the arms though

I don't think I have the reference picture anymore, but I drew this off of a very real suit of armor! (Also of note here is how the Halo of Darkness functions: It makes everything other than Tim and Jason appear darker. If Jason is in a character's line of sight, all else is darkened and difficult to focus on, thus making it appear as though Jason and Tim are glowing and real-er than the reality around them)

It also has filigree, every inch of it is covered in little details in this style

There's lots of stuff that's just gothicly decorative like the little skulls around the joints of Jason's fingers, but there's also two very important larger pieces that are quite meaningful. The one on the chestplate depicts Jason and Tim creating the secondary contract and signing the damned thing. The one on the back depicts the original contract getting made - this will likely be the only record of how that actually happened, and thus their only source of answers about who made it.

You will also have noted the glowing red insignia up there on Jason's armor. That is the Red Robin symbol and Jason's Red Hood chest symbol combined into one bird like creature encircled with Tim's full name written in the system of my conlang.

Tho the conlang's writing system has changed quite a bit since I first drew that, so the letters ought to look more like this now.

(by the by, a modified version of this is also what I use for the code language that Tim's two alters, Civil and Kayfabe, use in Triple Teaming the Double Threat)

If anyone wants a proper reference image I'd be happy to draw a new one up, seeing as how I lost the original non curved version :P

The gauntlets are of course clawed, and look something like the Daedric gauntlets of skyrim

Very spiney and clearly made with the assumption that if they got caught on anything, the wearer would simply have the strength to break through the obstruction.

Jason does have actual flesh and blood claws under there too, but they haven't really explored what his body looks like under the armor and the tunic much yet

speaking of! The wings do NOT attach to the back like this

NO SIRREE BOB!

Instead, they act like a second pair of arms below his normal arms, and there's an entire system of supportive bird chest anatomy attached to them. They're not anywhere near as big as they ought to be for the size of his wings, but Jason does have a keel, coracoids, and a wishbone

I'm working on some proper diagrams for how his anatomy works but for now this will have to do

(This is the best worst thing I've ever drawn and I was sobbing with laughter the whole time I made it lmao)

So, essentially he has an extended rib cage that the keel becomes a part of. There's a gap of tiny floating ribs where the shoulder bits and wishbone need to go. This is the main reason he gains a more than a foot of height in this form!

Jason tends to rest the 'wrists' of his wings on the ground like a pterodactyl. The joints are too similar to an actual bird's for holding them like an angel to be at all comfortable, like it'd almost be as bad as if you tried to hold your arms like that :P

The spine, ribs, keel, coracoids, and wishbone here are in blue along with a line to denote about where the pelvis starts. Pink is all the wing bones. I'm basing his stance off of someone using crutches, since I think that's roughly analogous to how he's distributing his weight when standing like this. He's got a bit of a gorilla walk going on, and definitely loses some flexibility in this form.

Now, he does have three pairs of wings and they all phase in and out of each other. This does absolutely mean that each wing's shoulder blades, pectorals, collar bones, et.c. also share space and phase in and out of each other. So if one wing is flapping down and another is flapping up at the same time, all of the associated muscles in his torso are moving in the appropriate ways for both of those motions at the same time. This looks incredibly weird lmao, tho obv this effect can't be seen when he's got the armor on

I'm def going to have many scenes devoted to exploring this form better, where Jason actually goes naked and pokes and prods himself as well as one where Constantine helps them examine the detailing on the armor.

Currently, I don't have any armor on the wings themselves aside from small, smooth paldrons on the wing-shoulders. Anything more would start interfering with the feathers, and I might ditch even that

In terms of the design of the armor itself, this anatomy mostly impacts the shape of the chest and back plates. The chest plate bows outwards conspicuously and is longer than it seems like it ought to be. The back plate might end up a little rounder too, idk by how much though, I'm finding it a little hard to figure out how much space bird shoulder blades take up!

Also, if you're curious as to species:

The largest wings are from male great-tailed grackles, very beautifully iridescent blue-purple-black, almost like an oil slick (it is almost IMPOSSIBLE to find a decent picture of these handsome boys with their wings open, it's driving me insane)

The second largest wings are from Buzzards (Black Vultures, not that kind of Buzzard, sorry Europeans)

The smallest wings are, of course, Robin wings

thank you very much for giving me an excuse to ramble about this anon!

[themightymoose]

What are your plans for Branch in your au?

may I offer you my Evil Pop! Branch design?

yeah it's not very good but this is like the best thing I've ever drawn. So I'll take it. Anyways, long ramble under the cut

Let's start with his personality. Branch, while under the string's influence, is very chill and relaxed. He prefers to go with the flow and let everyone do their own thing. But he is also very smug and likes to get under people's (Poppy's) skin. He is also the lead singer of Kismet, who he considers his (cooler) brothers

Now, when he was younger, after his grandmother got eaten. He was terrified to learn that he had turned grey. Branch started to spiral, wondering how he was going to be liked by the Pop Trolls now, how his brothers would think of him. He would be an outcast! An embarrassment to them! He couldn't go to Pop Village looking like... this! Those were his thoughts before he accidentally stumbled on the Pop string. Branch hadn't meant to find it, nor did he plan on searching for it. Sure, he knew the strings existed, but he didn't really care much for the stories. He was just wandering, lost in his own thoughts

Then, he got an idea

He knew it was a stupid idea, it was ridiculous. A single string wouldn't be able to make him forget about all his problems. But he was willing to try anything at this point. He had to try. So he did. He pointed the string at himself and gave it a little flick. He closed his eyes and braced himself, expecting it to hurt, when he felt nothing, he opened his eyes, panic already seeping in again. Until he looked at his paws

He was blue. It worked

Branch quickly sprinted to the nearest place where he could see his reflection. He was colorful, and he smiled. He was perfect

Okay so one thing to know about the antidepressant string is that Branch still has way more agency than he would if he used all the strings. Like, yeah the string made him happy and gave him color, but other than that, he could basically do whatever. If he used all the strings to make himself a Pop Zombie or something, his eyes would be flat out pink. But since he only used the Pop string, he has just, like, a glint of pink in his eyes. Everyone just thinks it's heterochromia and doesn't really question it

ALSO 👏 since I headcanon Canon!Branch as autistic, Evil Pop!Branch is also autistic. And since he thinks for the longest time he would be abandoned if the Pop Trolls figured out he's actually grey, he got really good at masking. The only people who knew about Branch's autism was Kismet, and later Poppy. (ADHD queen and autism king)

I might actually make autism Branch hcs in the future

So during the first movie, the Pop Trolls actually end up getting Chef's attention because Poppy and Branch were trying to one up each other. Like, who can get the brightest lights, who can sing the loudest, etc. And during their ✨journey✨ they constantly butt heads, their arguing also ends up getting them into trouble. It isn't until their sitting in front of the campfire that Branch made that they have a heart-to-heart, and they realize they have more in common than they realize. They become much closer after that, which doesn't go unnoticed by the Snack Pack

"Wait, are Banch and Poppy... laughing? And joking together? I thought they hated each other."

"I dunno, man. A lot of things can happen during the adventure of a lifetime. Wait, is she... serenading him???"

"W H A T?????"

now the second movie... oof. okay. So yeah Branch is out stealing all the strings. But things quickly take a turn when he learns about his brothers' whereabouts. John is out living in the woods, just like it's always been for the past twenty years. He can't help but sigh as he looks at a picture of Bitty B. The youngest BroZone member, but also the cutest. He wonders what he's up to now. Just then he distantly sees a bunch of things flying over him, distantly hearing someone cackling evilly (like those things the Rock Trolls were flying in, I don't know what they're called)

Their next destination is Vacay Island, where Bruce and Floyd are currently residing. Floyd had just finished serving a customer before a familiar-looking troll swung the doors open, quickly yelling out orders to his little army to ransack the place, steal whatever they want. Bruce didn't know what was happening, he just knew he had to protect the kids. He didn't know where Floyd is, but he can fend for himself... right? He quickly tries to help Brandy gather up the kids and try to hide them. Meanwhile Floyd is hiding under a pile of floaties, through the cracks he catches glimpses of a blue troll. He looks so familiar but doesn't at the same, his hair grown out, going all the way down his back. He's wearing a Hawaiian shirt, much like what Bruce always wears. He is also pretty muscular, much more than Floyd could ever dream of being. But it's also certain mannerisms that the troll does that catches his attention. The way his tail sweeps across the ground, how he drums his foot against the ground when he's aggravated, it wasn't until he spoke that it confirmed Floyd's thoughts

Branch

Eventually they leave and set off to the next location, Bruce is calling for him. He calls back. Bruce is talking, panicked, but Floyd isn't listening. It wasn't until Floyd spoke that Bruce got quiet.

"Bitty B..."

"...What?"

"The... The leader. The one who was ordering the trolls around, telling them to ruin this place.... That was Branch."

Now it's time to pay the Putt Putt trolls a visit. Okay so I'm gonna skim over this one a little bit but let's just say they fuck up that place as well and Branch tries to kill Clay (I might make a comic about that if you peeps like the above drawing)

It isn't until the ending that he's really important. So Branch ends up capturing Barb, since she lies about being the ruler of the Rock Trolls. And then yeah they get the strings and turn everyone into Pop Zombies. And then... the reveal happens.

Branch is mortified, Riff's accusation was repeating itself in his head

"You've been using that string on yourself, haven't you?"

And he couldn't deny it, he couldn't say anything. All eyes were on him, he couldn't say some snide remark, a snarky comment, a smug or witty retort. He couldn't even roll his eyes. All he could do, was stare.

"Branch... is this true?" Peppy. Poppy's father, the ex-king of the Pop Trolls, and the father Branch never had. He couldn't bare to look at him, to see the look of disappointment and anger in his eyes, in anyone's eyes.

Then Barb speaks up

"You... can't be doing that. You can't just force yourself to be happy!"

And Branch just... fucking loses it. Who do these Rock Trolls think they are? They're trying to humiliate him, to get him thrown out.

He would not let that happen

Barb can see Branch walking over to her, his glare is dark and dangerous. She can see the crowd staring at her, Riff seems terrified for Barb's life. And she panics.

And she breaks them

The strings are gone

And everything is grey

Everything that Branch has been working for is gone. He tried so hard to be the most-loved troll in the village, to be colorful, to be perfect. It was all for nothing. And it's all the Rock Trolls' fault

and then yeah things happen and Barb ends racism :D (can you tell I'm getting tired)

And we still have the third movie :')

So y'all know for the third movie that Branch is the one that gets kidnapped and BroZone plus Poppy and Creek tag along to save him. Meanwhile Branch is sad because he thinks no one is going to come for him because he believes no one will want anything to do with him after the events of World Tour :(

oh how very wrong he is

[noelbobby]

favorite thing youve drawn ever?

Hmm... tricky 'un. I've drawn a lot over the years.

I think it'd be better t' pick one from a few categories of things I draw.

Favourite tree'd be: Tried Something a Bit Different for this Tree

Favourite Abstract, on a purely visual level'd be: Visible

Favourite human... Brian Hynes. Brian 'as the distinction of bein' the only NoelBobby Human wi' a second picture (not countin' Humans wi' concept art or comics). He's one of the few few year old Humans I think still looks good.

And in the Unusual Stuff, it 'as t' be Proposition. Especially wi' it's description text.

'"As the monster listened to the Proposition a wide sharp-toothed smile formed on her enormous mouth. She knew that this was truly the start of a big mistake. Little did the arrogant monster know that she was the one making said mistake."'

Codd's initial sprite 'olds a place in me heart as the starter of the Coddmic.

I could go pickin' from self-portraits or the like too, but I think this is a solid selection of what I think is me best work in the main categories.

Cheers for the ask, sorry it weren't a definitive singular work.

[mliter]

Hades.

Probably one of the best games i'll ever play. I don't exactly remember when this game exploded all over the internet, 2018 - 2020? Somewhere in that timeframe. Anyways, you know about this game. or saw it at some point. I remember being impressed by that one animated trailer for the game's full release.

Thanks to the release of it's sequel, it was cheap on steam. So i gave it a shot. I knew nothing about this game going into it. I learned that it was top-down the moment my first run started.

Hades's entire story is told through the backdrop of greek mythology. You play as Zagreus, a real figure in greek mythology. What's he doing? He's breaking out. He's going up to the surface, to see what may await him there. One thing that's amazing about this game is how the storytelling is directly linked to the gameplay. Due to the nature of a rougelike, Zagreus's death is a common event. But here, it's something that all of the characters are aware of. His, or your repeated escape attempts are actually canon. That means characters even comment on what you've recently done. Some will even laugh at the dumb way you died. Other bosses and NPCs mention and talk to Zag like he's the regular at a coffee shop. Other characters have their own backstories and well, stories that both you and Zag can discover together through your repeated runs. that It helps sell the progression of time and the world that you're in.

Speaking of the world- it has so much love in it. There are so many details that you'll catch only once in that run. It's packed with so much content. i feel that i've only seen just the tip of it.

Visually, this game is insane. For one, the character design is next. level. I've seen hundreds of interpretations of the greek gods in all sorts of media, but this game's is one of the most striking. While doing serious research, the full range of human expression is used here. All sorts of skin tones, colors, shapes and so on appear. This is the shit i love. Jen Zee is beyond cracked. My favorite gods were Artemis, Ares, Poseidon and Dionysus. This is one of the few games that's gotten me to fall in love with it's entire cast.

Alongside beautifully crafted 3D models, each area in-game is hand drawn. To me, it felt like i was running around a pop up picture book. Each area has a distinct look that sells a different atmosphere really well through the use of color.

This game is a rougelike. You're playing the same game over and over, but through different abilities that you can pick up, no one run is the same. Boons are abilities that the gods can give you after talking to you,

I was actually surprised as to how boons could change your experience. Affecting your moveset, your controls, your movement, your other boons, how you deal damage, and even expanding your moveset. Some of my favorite boons are the ones that deal doom effects or critical damage. Hermes's boons are also a welcome sight.

The music is also just as ridiculous. Darren Korb is as skilled as a songwriter as he is a voice actor. Speaking of voice acting, the folks at Supergiant did not play even for a second about this game's voice acting. Every character puts on a 10/10 performance. Something that's really interesting about this game is the way the characters sound. I found it strange initially as to why everyone was "whispering". As i got used to how softly spoken everyone was, i realized that they put these filters on the godly/supernatural beings to better portray that image. it's really good.

I can't but can also believe that i missed out on this game back then. I feel like such an idiot. I have a lot of catch-up to play.

After i really finish this game's story.

[marshmallowprotection]

Mystic Messenger 7th Summer Event Analysis

Anyway, you're all here because you want me to talk about what I speculate is going to happen when the photo drops because it will be the 17th when the image is revealed and that means we're going to start seeing it in the early hours of the 16th over here on this side of the planet.

So there is a little bit for me to talk about but not too much because there is not too many details going on but there is enough that I can speculate this or that.

Unknown is in the center of the image so he is the focal point. I am not upset about that because like I said earlier, I didn't expect to see him on the title screen ever again apart from being a cute little chibi. There is a difference between seeing him in the stylized chibi artwork and seeing him in the flesh if that makes sense.

I am about to change my icon on Discord so fast to be Unknown that it's not even funny.

When I noticed that he was clearly holding a guitar, the first thing that came to mind was that merch photo that I shared because it seems as though it is the same purple on the guitar. It is either a very deep red or that hot purple color. I tried to color sample what I could for the surface area of the guitar and it appears to be more pink than purple but you can expect given the fact that Saeran has magenta hearts.

I do miss what he was coded with purple since that is my favorite color but I've come to love pink as my second favorite color thanks to him as a character. See, that color started to appear more and more with Jumin since Jumin's hearts are purple, but it's always interesting to think about how some merch had Unknown with purple and then Jumin with blue back in the day.

I don't think anything is different about his outfit since he appears to be wearing his tank top and jacket, the only thing that stood out to me that was even remotely different was the fact that I couldn't tell if it was a red stripe on his pants.

He has a stripe on his pants but I don't know for sure if it was used here or not. They don't always draw him with his pants showing and when they do, sometimes it can be hit or miss if they add in that little detail. His boots aren't in this photo so I don't get to make a cowboy joke, unfortunately.

The zippers in his jacket aren't always drawn, either, so that is one thing that will never be consistent when it comes to art like this.

That's really all I can tell about him from what we're shown which is why I can't really say all that much about him except for the fact that he is giving lead singer of an emo band. I can't believe we came full circle and we get to appreciate him being the one that invites you to join his emo band. I, for one, I'm ready to join his band and I already have the set list. I'm ready for it.

As someone whose favorite band is Fall Out Boy, of course, I'm ready for it.

Cheritz will sometimes label things with Ray or Unknown, but we'll all know who it is once we scroll down and see who's in the photo. That's just a thing that happens but it bothers me. Ray is not Unknown, but sometimes he's been referred to as such in merch or media, and I do think Unknown was referred to as Ray a few times in the past and it always throws me off. Names matter!

I like when they're labeled appropriately!

I do think the little Twitter event we recently had for the anniversary when they showed us GE Saeran as Unknown, it was meant to be an Easter egg to prepare us for this specific picture.

Anyway, what really threw me off about this picture when I was trying to review it was the fact that it appears to be split into three parts. It would... be easy to assume that Unknown is on the stage with V but that doesn't appear to be the case.

I speculate in this situation that the picture is cut into three parts.

V is in the audience or he's trying to get into the music festival. Rika is trying to advertise with elixir with everything she has in her arsenal. Unknown is on stage doing his best to do what his Savior told him to do. They each have their own corner to play and that's interesting to see. I don't know what I expected when I saw Mint Eye Idol Group... and I still don't know what we'll see tomorrow.

Did you guys know that Monster energy will get musicians to drink branded cans that just have water inside to better sell the product to people? Yeah, that's the only thing I could think of when I saw this... and well, now all of you are going to be aware of it for the rest of your life.

Monster is already bad enough for you, and I don't think you want to hydrate with elixir at a concert.

At the very least, if you wanted to go on a trip, you're definitely going to go on a trip if you drink enough of that.

Because of the way the image is juxtaposed, I think Rika is off center stage or in the crowd trying to sell the product. I don't know where she is but it can't be on stage with him just because of the way the image is.

Which is what led me to believe that V couldn't be on stage with him because of his posture and the poster behind him. I don't know what the composition of this photo is going to be but from what I've already seen here in this blurry promo image, I think it's going to be really visually interesting.

Another thing I noticed when I was looking over the photo was the fact that I couldn't tell what V was wearing. There's a part of me that wondered if he was trying to fit into the crowd by wearing his believer robes. But, I don't know for sure. The color looks dark enough to be that, the only thing I could think of once I had that thought was one simple question:

What if it is band merchandise for Unknown?

There's another part of me that wonders if V is trying to hand out flyers because Rika told him to. Which again leads me to wonder who designed the soda can and the flyers because it certainly wasn't Rika. When she designed something for Mint Eye it is done in a stylized manner that does not lead itself to inviting somebody to join her.

I mean, I don't think you're going to join her when you see her idea of recruiting someone and it's this:

In universe, she thinks she is a great designer but everyone around her knows the only thing that she can make is what happens when you learn how to use clip art for the first time and you go overboard. I love it. I really do. It speaks to me. I think she's great at this style but ask yourself this question, Would you join a cult if this was the only flyer for it?

If something in universe looks good design-wise it's because she made Unknown, Suit Saeran, or Ray do it. I mean, yeah, can those designs be simple? Yeah, but they get the job done. I mean, look at those photos! I feel like I'm being led to Mint Eye, THE CULT, when these photos are given to me.

TLDR;

[fangirleaconmigo]

Lol, you JUST said you wanted to do a deep dive into Jaskier independent of Geralt as I was finishing this ask... almost didn't send it, talk about timing 😅

But, if you're still up for it, I wanted to know if there was ever any moment in the books where Geralt had to choose between Yen and Dandelion, as in an argument or putting one's safety over the other in a dangerous situation. If so, did Dandelion ever stand a chance? I mean, Yen can probably defend herself better than the bard can, but is it ever as automatic as you've mentioned it is when she's not around? Or does everyone, best friend included, know there's not a hope in high heaven this dude will ever choose anyone over Yen (before Ciri came into the picture)? I mean, Ciri IS the ultimate trump card, daughter trumps everything!!! Good dad, Geralt, for the win!

I've noticed in the show they did a good job of making it clear Geralt is all Yen no matter what (prior to the Ciri incident), even if he's terrible at showing it like Yen needs/wants and just ends up hurting her with his fail wolf ways. We can even see this emphasized by how he takes out his hurt on Jaskier on the mountain; or how he only appears to go get him afterwards just to find out where she may have gone. Sure, Ciri is involved in why he's looking for her but talk about word association; "need Yen, use Jaskier to find her." Sure she mentioned seeing him to Geralt, but that just helps cheapen Geralt's intention to find Jaskier, not the fact that he constantly uses Jaskier to get closer to Yen.

The reverse isn't shown as much in the show, whenever Yen was in the scene, Geralt's focus was 100% on her and only her. Even during their first meeting, when Geralt says he's only going to save her because she helped Jaskier, he had already obviously showed he was drawn to her and he makes the decision to help in spite of Jaskier's protests. Sure, Mr. Hero doing the heroic shtick is not new. But it was obviously not necessary for his wish to do what it did for him to be heroic just then. Nope, that wish was clearly him allowing himself to be selfish for a moment and screwing things up immensely by not thinking things through.

As a purely TWN watcher, I have my own silly uneducated theories on why someone so self restrained (after learning the hard lesson that was Renfri and how being a witcher was akin to being a butcher) would allow themselves that moment of selfishness... and how it directly involves a certain bard almost dying... perhaps a theory further vindicated by his later unjust accusation atop a mountain, but I won't bore you.

The point is, Netflix Jaskier is barely on equal footing with Geralt, in that he is absolutely NOT portrayed as an equal or shown to be Geralt's equal in the witcher's own mind. First season he's barely a friend, he's a joke to everyone they encounter, and second season he suffered for Geralt and Ciri yet had more character relationship acknowledgement and growth with the witch rather than the witcher or the child surprise.

TWN Geralt doesn't look like he'd ever choose Jaskier over anyone else. Not due to their relationship, at least... Maybe due to him being innocent or defenseless while Geralt is pretending he's not playing at the hero. From what you've said, Book Geralt looks like he actually knows how to treat his friends and appears willing to show favoritism to his best friend, as necessary, in moments of tension or danger. Does that also apply with Yen or has it not come up?

Sorry it's so long 😱

Hello Nonny! I must apologize for taking so long to answer. I was off tumblr for a long time so now I'm going through my older asks. Thank you for the ask!

I believe this is maybe in response to my post about Geralt being protective of Dandelion and rescuing him first even when there are many other people around to rescue.

I don't think they reflect this often in the show. Geralt does help him after the djinn, obviously, and tries to defend him with Filavandrel, so it isn't like he doesn't try to help him. But of course their TWN dynamic does not even come close to matching what I've described at that link.

As far as comparing that to Yen? I don't think so. I can't think of any situation that has come up. I mean, Geralt worships Yen, and if anyone threatens to kill her, he will absolutely put them down. But she also is so incredibly powerful, more so than Geralt and Dandy put together, and Dandelion needs so much help, so to be honest they would probably both protect him first (well, second, if Ciri is around) instinctively, he's their squishy fragile regular ol human beloved.

[spnhunter4life]

Bullets and Ballgowns Chapter 4

Series Summary: In the summer of 1813, the arrival of a new family in Brighton causes much excitement for the townsfolk. Anna Foster is shocked to realize she has already met the elder of the two sons, Dean. As she gets to know the family better, she must fight her feelings for him. Though she finds herself drawn to him, it is impossible that they could ever be together.

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A/N: A bit of a shorter one this time. I wish I had an excuse for why this took so long, but I really don't. I can only once again offer my apologies. As long as things continue as expected and I don't end up going down some unexpected road here, things should get a bit more interesting next chapter! (Also, look at me finally getting that header picture I've been talking about!)

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Anna was ushered onto the couch in the drawing room where she was instructed to stay until the doctor arrived. She protested loudly that she did not need a doctor, but her mother wouldn’t hear of it. She fluttered about, making a general fuss until there was a knock at the door.

“That’ll be the doctor,” she announced, rushing off to greet him. 

Anna looked over at Mr. Winchester. He was sitting on the couch opposite hers, watching the unfolding scene with a small smile. She sighed and rolled her eyes, not bothering to hide her exasperation. “It’s not too late to leave, you know,” she told him. “If I were you, I would get out while you can.”

He laughed quietly. “I wouldn’t dare turn down your mother’s gracious hospitality at a time like this.”

“I apologize for how she’s acting.” She realized that Mr. Winchester had spent very little time around her mother, and this probably wasn’t leaving the best impression. “She’s not usually like this. She just worries. You know how mothers are.”

“I do,” he agreed. “I would expect nothing less when her only daughter disappears for an unexpected amount of time and returns home injured. Do not be too hard on her.”

“I’ll try,” she answered with a wry smile. “But that’s easy enough to say when you can leave anytime you wish.” He chuckled and opened his mouth to answer, but before he could her mother came bustling back in with the doctor in tow. Her father followed calmly behind. He at least seemed to take her assurances of well being seriously.

As the doctor set his bag down, Anna’s father cleared his throat. “Mr. Winchester,” he said, “perhaps you might accompany me to my study for a small drink before lunch.”

“Oh, yes. Of course,” he agreed as he stood to follow. He had been so concerned about her – he didn’t believe for a second that her ankle was as good as she said – and so interested in the doctor’s report that he forgot it would not be appropriate for him to stay for the examination. 

Anna watched him go, some small part of her giddy to have him here in her home. Her mother caught the wistful look but said nothing. The doctor carefully removed her boot and began his examination. 

Bruises were already blossoming all along her heel and ankle and they were quite tender when the doctor gently pressed on them. He carefully rotated her foot this way and that, asking her to tell him if it hurt. 

After a few questions, his examination was done and he announced nothing was broken. She would likely be quite sore for several days, but was perfectly fine otherwise. Anna resisted the urge to give her mother an ‘I told you so’ look.

Ten minutes later, Anna was seated at the table with her parents and Mr. Winchester, lunch laid out before them. As everyone dished food onto their plates, Anna’s father and Mr. Winchester finished discussing their favorite hunting locations, a conversation that carried over from their drink in the study. She and her mother listened politely.

Once they finished, Anna’s mother – who had clearly been waiting for a chance to speak – spoke up. “Mr. Winchester, at the risk of making my family quite cross with me, you must allow me to say one last time how grateful I am to you.” Anna and her father locked gazes across the table, the exasperated fondness clear on both their faces. “I fear one small meal is a poor way to repay you, but we must start somewhere.”

“This meal is more than enough, I assure you,” Mr. Winchester said firmly. “I expect no payment for being fortunate enough to be there to help.”

“Spoken like a true man,” Anna’s father praised. “And while I admire your humility in the matter, I find I agree with my wife. You saved my daughter’s life. If there is ever anything you want that is in my power to give you, only ask and it is yours.”

Anna was sure she was the only one to catch Mr. Winchester’s slight hesitation as his eyes flicked to her for a moment. There was a rare vulnerability there, something she’d never seen before. But just as quickly as the expression came, it was gone, leaving Anna to wonder if she’d imagined the whole thing.

His response was short and a clear dismissal of the offer. “Thank you, sir.”

There were a few moments of silence after that, interrupted only by the sounds of clinking silverware.

“I hear from your mother that you are looking for a place to settle,” Mrs. Foster said.

“I am,” he confirmed.

“Had any luck yet?”

“Being here with my family has not left me much in the way of time or opportunity to look,” he answered. “But I’ve had a letter from a friend in London. He wrote to tell me about a house that has become vacant that he believes I will find to my liking. I leave in three days to look at it.”

Anna’s brow furrowed, but she was quick to fix her face back to one of polite interest. This was news to her, something she would expect he would have told her about. “I did not realize you had found a place to look at it,” she commented mildly.

He caught the hint of hurt in her voice. Of course he would. She doubted her own parents caught onto it, but Mr. Winchester was observant and cared deeply for those he considered friends. “I only received the letter this morning,” he told her. She heard it for the apology it was.

“That must be exciting,” she said cheerfully. She wasn’t ready to face how much it hurt to think that he was that much closer to leaving. This was exactly why she needed to distance herself from him. “I know how much you are looking forward to having your own home.”

“It is,” he agreed. And then, once again seeing through her false cheer, he attempted to brighten her mood. “I will be gone for a fortnight. Do try not to stray so far from home all alone when I am not here to stumble across you,” he teased with a small, encouraging smile. 

Anna couldn’t fight her own smile, small as it was. “You needn’t worry. I imagine it will be some time before I am allowed to be out of sight of the house on my own.” Exaggeratedly and in full view of her parents – for their benefit, really – she rolled her eyes.

Mr. Winchester chuckled. “You cannot blame them if they are a little overly cautious with you for a few days.”

She disagreed. “Oh, I most certainly can!” Then, with a fond look in their direction and a sigh, she continued, “But I suppose I shall humor them.”

“How very generous of you, darling,” her mother remarked dryly. 

Her father looked down at his plate, poorly hiding his smile. “Have you seen the house before?” he asked, steering the conversation back to the original topic. “Do you believe your friend is correct in his assertions that you will like it?”

“I have seen it in passing a couple of times. It is a very handsome house from the outside. I have no doubt the inside will be just as fine. And it is but two miles from town. Yes, I do believe he was correct. I believe it is entirely possible that my search for a home may start and end with this one.”

“Then I am glad for you! I wish you safe travels and good luck with the purchasing of it.”

“Thank you, sir,” Mr. Winchester answered. His smile was warm and genuine, as was her father’s.

When they finished eating and Mr. Winchester went to take his leave, the two gentlemen clasped hands.

“It was a pleasure getting to know you Mr. Winchester. It’s a shame it took such unfortunate circumstances to make it happen.”

“A shame indeed,” he agreed. He turned and offered a bow to the two ladies. “Thank you for your kind hospitality, Mrs. Foster.” He turned his attention fully to Anna. “Take care of that ankle, Miss Foster. I hope to hear you are completely recovered when I see you next.”

The implication was clear; he did not plan on seeing her again until after his trip. Anna wanted to point out that he would not be leaving for another three days. Surely they would see each other again in that time, if not in passing around town then at the tea at the Gregory’s in two days time. But she kept her thoughts to herself, instead wishing him a polite goodbye.

~~~~~

She did not see Mr. Winchester around town as she was confined to her bed under threat of not being allowed to attend the tea should she try to leave.

“I don't care if you didn't do any significant damage to yourself, you still need to rest,” her mother ordered. Her refusal to compromise was clear in her tone. This was the best threat she could level at Anna to keep her compliant.

And obey she did, however reluctantly. It was no matter though. In the grand scheme of things, a couple of days was no big deal. She even managed to keep herself entertained with a new book.

As it turned out, she would not see Mr. Winchester at the tea either. His brother apologized on his behalf, citing preparing for his trip as reason for not coming. It was a valid excuse, and so she found herself reining in her disappointment and enjoying the company she did have. 

The two weeks that followed started out very long indeed. She hadn't realized how much she looked forward to, even relied on Mr. Winchester's company at the many events she attended, but faced with the reality of his absence, she couldn't deny how much she missed it. How much she missed him.

She contented herself with other company. In an attempt to avoid thinking about how much she missed him, she threw herself into dancing and playing cards and talking with anyone and everyone who showed interest. She especially enjoyed time spent with Charlotte and the younger Mr. Winchester. 

And she was content, she realized, surprised by the fact. Maybe she wasn't as overwhelmingly happy as she was when Dean Winchester was around, but things weren't so bad. She had friends. She had a lovely community full of life and joy. She had a fiance who continued his fumbling efforts at courting, who despite his faults, she knew would take care of her. And she could live with that. The future before her was perfectly acceptable, even if it wasn't exactly what she pictured for herself. 

So maybe his leaving had been a good thing. Space is what she needed to give up on the impossible hope building in her chest for a life with him. Everything was fine. He was gone, and her life wasn't falling apart. She would be perfectly ready to face him when he returned, as nothing more than the friend he wanted. 

~~~~~

Anna could list a number of times in her life that she had been wrong. Such as the time when she was a child and had seen nothing wrong with climbing onto the low wall surrounding their garden and running along its edge. Tumbling off of that had earned her a broken arm. Or the time she was visiting Charlotte and assured her friend there was no need to hurry home because the rain they could see approaching wouldn’t reach them for a while yet. She ended up walking the last half mile home in a downpour. Or the time her father took her to the races and told her he had a small sum of money to place on a horse of her choosing, and that she could keep any winnings. She did not choose the horse favored to win, but a slightly lesser known one with very good odds. She’d been confident in her choice. She shouldn’t have been.

There were plenty more examples of times she had been wrong, but she had never been as wrong about something as she was about her feelings towards Mr. Winchester. Those two weeks without him had somehow flown by and dragged at the same time. She stood by her realization that she could have a good life without him. She knew that now. But all of her mental preparation for being his friend crumbled the day she realized he was due home.

She had been careful to put the date out of her head, focusing on what was happening presently rather than counting down the days until his return. Somehow she had succeeded so completely that she was shocked to hear this news.

She was in town with her mother, picking up a new dress when they ran into Sam Winchester. They exchanged pleasantries and chatted for a few minutes before he checked his watch.

“I should be on my way home,” he told them. “My brother is due back today and I should like to be there when he arrives.”

Anna felt as if the breath had been forced from her lungs. How had two weeks passed already? And why did news of his return bring a rush of jittery anticipation? She was so sure she had convinced her persistent heart that being his friend was enough. She was so sure that she would feel no different seeing him again than she did seeing his brother or Charlotte. She chided herself for her naivety and for her unwanted reaction to the news, then added it to the list of things she’d been wrong about.

~~~~~

Anna’s heart thumped quickly in anticipation and she nearly jumped anytime anyone addressed her. The Youngs were hosting tonight’s ball, and it was the first social event since Mr. Winchester’s return home. Anna had to constantly stop herself from searching him out. He would find her sooner or later, and she shouldn’t care so much anyway. 

Halfway through the night, Mr. Sanders asked her for a dance – his second of the night. He was getting better about paying attention to her at these events. She of course agreed and followed him out to the dancefloor. They lined up with the other couples and waited for the music to start.

That’s when she saw him. He was making his way through the crowd, not seeming to be headed anywhere in particular as much as wandering the room. He looked up and their gazes locked. He smiled and nodded his head in acknowledgment before moving on. It was a quick interaction, but it nearly caused her to miss the opening steps of the dance.

Having sighted him, her heart only raced quicker, eagerness overtaking every other good sense. But she mentally shook her head, putting her focus on the dance as much as she could. It would be beyond impolite not to give Mr. Sanders her full attention. 

“You look lovely this evening, did I tell you?”

Anna barely managed to hide her surprise at the compliment. She didn’t think he’d ever said such a thing to her. He loved racing and therefore had a strong fondness for horses – one of the few things they had in common – and she didn’t think he found beauty in anything else.

“No, you did not. Thank you.”

They danced for a while, not saying much of anything which was typical. About halfway through the dance, Mr. Sanders spoke up again.

“Is everything all right?” He asked.

“Yes, of course,” she answered. This was as unexpected as the compliment on her appearance. From what she had seen, he didn’t tend to notice people’s emotions and therefore could not be expected to notice if something were wrong. “Why do you ask?”

“It is only that you seem distracted.” Anna felt ashamed that she had been distracted enough that even Mr. Sanders noticed. She thought she had been doing a better job of focusing on him than that. “Perhaps I was mistaken though,” he continued a little wryly. “It would not be the first time.”

Anna smiled at him, a little sadly. “Forgive me for being such a poor dance partner. Tell me, how did you enjoy the races last Saturday? I hear your horse did quite well.”

He immediately perked up at her interest and launched into a detailed account of the day. “She is quite stunning, Miss Foster,” he concluded, speaking of the new horse he had purchased. “I daresay you would not find her equal in beauty anywhere.”

I daresay you have not seen Mr. Winchester’s horse, Anna thought but did not say. “She sounds wonderful. I should like to see her sometime,” she said instead.

When the dance was over, she scanned the room for Mr. Winchester. She found him chatting with a couple of gentlemen around his age. She fought down her disappointment and instead sought out Charlotte. She could be patient.

~~~~~

She waited all evening for Mr. Winchester to find her and talk to her. All evening she found reasons for why he had not sought her out yet and told herself to be patient. They were friends, at his own request, and he would not ignore her. But by the time her parents were ready to go home for the night, she had to consider the fact that she might be wrong again.

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[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #337

In stark contrast to yesterday, today I woke up and felt pretty good for reasons I don't understand. I did go to bed relatively on time, but the adapter on the power cord of my CPAP overheated (because I accidentally threw my wearable blanket over it), which caused it to power off at around 5am, thus waking me up.

...Maybe the glass of water I made it a point to drink before bed made a difference. I'm not sure.

It's just as well. J was waking up around then in order to go to the little airport; he wanted to go flying in his airplane with the mechanic, because they are fairly good acquaintances. I had a really weird feeling in the pit of my stomach, though; it was enough to almost get me to ask him to stay home. Instead, though, I decided to wake up and go with him, at least to the little airport.

...There are reasons for this that I don't think I can explain without sounding silly. So I won't.

J and I got some pretty good photos of the spectacular sunrise along the way; maybe you'll like these...

Here's one that I got:

...Here's one that J got:

...And here's one that I got of J getting one:

The little airport has a heated office with WiFi. So I just chilled out there, watched J take off in his little plane with the mechanic, and then waited for him to return. I got another few pictures for you while I was there...

After all that, I sat at the table with a playlist and worked on a doodle. This is the playlist I used:

...And... here is the doodle I worked on:

...Look familiar...? Hopefully...? And... do you remember the letter where I showed you just the face? It was a while ago, so it's cool if you don't remember.

...Yeah, I know; I've never been good at drawing hands. I didn't even bother to finish your right hand, there. The proportions of your face are... off... in a way that I don't know how to articulate. Still... still, I like the expression on your face. And it passes the “turn it upside down to see if it still looks like a face” test!!! And... I think I nailed the proportions for my borosilicate glass mug really nicely, too...

...It's been a really long time since last I doodled with any kind of consistency. Maybe one of these days, I'll write you a letter that contains some of the other things I've drawn... what I used to be capable of...

...I wish I could see you being that happy with my own eyes...

J returned shortly after I decided that this is probably as much as I'm gonna work on this particular doodle. As it turns out, he had another bounce similar to the one that led to the crash in the previous plane. So I guess there was a little bit of merit to the weird feeling I had this morning, after all. Fortunately, this time, he simply took to the sky again after the first bounce, and then tried landing again. He didn't have issues the second time.

We went home. And then I went to the grocery. We still have a lot of lamb leftover, so I thought to make gyros with the leftovers. A good gyro needs pita, cucumbers, onion, tomato, tzatziki, and a good feta cheese. I got all of those at the grocery, and then I returned home with the intention of dicing the veggies and cheese up into little bits, along with the lamb.

To my dismay, though, I discovered that we still have lots and lots of potatoes and mushrooms leftover. So instead of chopping up the cucumber, tomatoes, onions, and feta, I just fixed myself a bowl of diced lamb with the leftover potatoes and mushrooms. The gelled juices of the lamb and the veggies liquefied quite nicely, so it was kinda like eating a lamb-and-potato soup, and it was really good!

I had one of the pumpkin brownies with pumpkin cream cheese frosting afterwards:

...Given that I made these specifically with you in mind... it continues to be really sad that the best I can do is send along pictures. But... you have the recipe. If you ever get up out of that hole in the ground... you'll be able to make them. And when you do, I hope you'll tell me how you liked them.

I didn't do much else today. And... I don't intend to do much else today. So I guess I'll end today's letter here. I might play some Chrono Cross after this. Or I might do leisure writing; I haven't decided which. Or maybe I'll just go to bed early, I dunno. Suppose it depends on what M and J are up to.

Hey. I love you a whole lot. So please do your best to stay safe so you can get up out of that crater, okay? So then you can have brownies and mugs of tea, and wear expressions on your face that look kinda like the one I drew. Please...

I'll write again tomorrow.

Your friend, Lumine

[asafetynet]

i suddenly feel huge impostorism about not being bi enough. i've known i was ace since forever and realised i was bi+ while in the monog relationship i'm still in today, not by actually being romantically attracted to people but because i realised i could technically picture myself with a partner of any gender (i know the potential for attraction to more than one gender is a definition of bi). once i admitted that to myself i actually started feeling physical attraction to people, thinking i wasn't ace after all for a bit. everything fell apart when i learned about other kinds of attraction and realised the physical attraction wasn't sexual but sensual, more in a "i'd make out with this person" way than a hugging and cuddling way because the last 2 are romantic to me. that's also when i realised i'm on the aromantic spectrum because i only ever experienced romantic attraction to one person who ended up being my partner to this day. and now here's the thing. my bi attraction has become less defined kinda? it's less about kissing now and more just feeling drawn to someone based on appearance but it feels like more than what people describe as aesthetic attraction? the attraction i feel is also not really anything i feel an urge to act on, it's just there. idk maybe that's because i'm in a monog relationship so my brain shut itself off from that. when i feel that attraction it does feel decidedly queer/bi though idk. i'd also feel like a liar calling myself biromantic because despite the potential for attraction definition i've only ever felt romantic attraction once towards one gender. i feel like i'm not bi enough and like i'm just holding on to this identity even though it doesn't actually belong to me, like i'm just making it into more than it is because what if it's always been nothing more but aesthetic attraction, not actually me being bi, what if the queer feelings about this attraction are just me trying to convince myself i'm bi when i'm not.

Hi Anon,

I've been pondering this the last few days trying to find the right words to describe my thoughts. First of all, it's very common to be confused about what labels fit with different kinds of attraction if you don't feel that attraction on a regular basis. Because we are unique individuals, every situation will be different and not everything will fit neatly into a well defined box.

I myself have gone through many labels over the years and at times I still questions them. Sometimes we find an identity that fits perfectly and sometimes it's like wearing a second hand coat that works but it doesn't quite fit right. Anything other than well defined cis hetero attraction is bound to have some wrinkles to work out. Especially when there is a lack of attraction to factor in.

And sometimes our attractions change. Or it may be just 1 or a few people over a lifetime that sparks an attraction. Sometimes it takes a bond developing, sometimes it fades. It can be hard to understand if the attraction is "real" or not. And honestly, there's nothing wrong with that.

You don't have to stick with just 1 label if you don't want to. If you feel that being bi and ace and aro best describes you, embrace it! Sexual, sensual, romantic, platonic, etc attractions are all spectrums. They aren't a progressive line from Point A to Point B. More like a ball of yarn that a dozen cats have strewn around a room and tangled everything up together.

Use whatever terminology that feels right for right now. If it changes later, so be it. We've got your back. <3

[sarifel-corrisafid-ilxhel]

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I got tagged by @evolutionarypsyche. I don't get tagged in stuff too often, and usually when I do, I never know how to respond. This one seems easy enough though!

Last song you listened to: Waiting On The Sky To Change by Starset, feat. Breaking Benjamin

Favorite color: Green, especially the greens of late spring/early summer. It makes me happy. Orange is a close second, also a very happy color. Blue is third, it's relaxing.

Currently watching: Helluva Boss, Hazbin Hotel, The Acolyte, and a million daydreams.

Sweet/savory/spicy: Sweet or savory. I generally don't do spicy because I hate the taste of peppers. Not the heat, but the actual taste.

Relationship status: I haven't been in a relationship in ten years. I've had crushes in that timespan, but just about everybody I've ever crushed on is already in a relationship, and I'm not a homewrecker. I stay far away when I find out somebody I like is already spoken for, and eventually the crush fades.

Current obsession: I've got three, all based on fan characters for the two franchises that are currently occupying my three braincells: Animorphs and Helluva Boss/Hazbin Hotel. Long story short, I want to write long fanfics centered around OCs that serve as a way to play with the settings I love, but I have the attention span of a goldfish and the commitment of a moth. Always drawn to the next shiny idea before I can get the current ones down. Ima list the ideas here: -Future Andalites play keep-away with the Time Matrix because one of the future Andalites has ended up in a Jake Situation where their dear older brother turned out to be a puppet for an alien, only this time instead of Tom, the bigger brother is Aximili, and instead of Yeerks, the main threat is a malprogrammed Chee doing their best impression of the robots from The Matrix. That's my explanation for TOWIM. Caretaker robot gone bad, wants to end all suffering forever past present and future.

-Animorphs AU where, because of Ellimist shenanigans, a group of OCs get dragged into the events of book 20 and become Animorphs with David, and subsequent strangeness that ripples through the rest of the franchise. Currently I'm stuck on a big Megamorphs-sized idea involving these OCs getting whisked away to an Andalite listening post in the Alpha Centauri system and helping figure out the Yeerks-On-The-Homeworld plot that never got resolved.

-Helluva Boss/Hazbin Hotel stuff mostly focused on a young Goetia OC named Phenex, a Human OC named Cal, and the shenanigans they get into. Notable conflicts include: Phenex is 18 or 19 and has just been put in charge of 20 demonic legions, but would rather spend time helping Cal pick classes for his next semester of college. Cal finding out what Heaven and Hell are really like, and not knowing where he'd like to go when he inevitably dies. And family drama on both sides.

Last thing you googled: Pictures of doves to use as a reference for a picture of Cal holding his pet dove.

I don't know who I would want to tag. I'm sorry. I've been on Tumblr off and on for over 10 years and still don't know who I'm allowed to tag for things. :C