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[millerflintstone]

Look what Unfriendly built for Gigabyte! The LED strip has a remote to change the colors. I helped him screw it into the side of the ramp by holding it still and in alignment.

This is before the upgrade:

[1d1195]

Love and Dryer Sheets IV

Read the rest here: Love and Dryer Sheets

~4.2k words

Warnings: emotional cheating, pining, angst, maybe some fluff if you squint

Now I know I have a heart…because it’s breaking.

Ava texted Harry to let him know she made it to the restaurant. She even apologized about the thing with her keys. There was even a heart emoji. Harry was spending the time she was out, face down on the sofa, trying not to scream. But it felt like he needed to. In fact, it felt like he needed to lay face down in traffic but obviously he couldn’t actually do that.

Harry’s conscience decided now was the time to give up on him. Maybe the little voice thought Harry was just simply too stupid to deal with right now. What was he even supposed to do? The voice in his head all but told him exactly what would happen. It tried to warn him. It was completely, totally Harry’s fault for fucking up so. Very. Badly.

Harry sat up about ten minutes before Ava was set to be home. He made a list on his phone of things he needed to do; there was no order to the list as the last item was probably most important…but his already broken, stupid mind didn’t have it in him to put it first, out in the open like that.

-Work portfolio -Gemma b-day present -Laundry -Tell Ava -Tell...

He didn’t want to finish the last sentence.

What were his options? 

He could tell Ava. But that ensured a blowout fight. They would probably break up. Would Ava leave? Technically Harry found this place. Naturally, she complained how her fifteen-minute commute to work was brutal every couple months (usually around holidays when the traffic would amplify to thirty minutes—not that she ever left a moment earlier to account for the time differential) and made sure to tell Harry that she didn’t like living here. 

But…Harry didn’t like the idea of breaking up. It felt like he was losing. Everyone had sympathetic eyes for him when Ava made him mad–especially in public. There goes the poor sap that can’t get out of a bad relationship. But it wasn’t bad. At least…it wasn’t always bad. Harry had to stay for a reason right?

What are those reasons? The voice of Harry’s heart was turning into his second conscience but almost entirely for the benefit of Harry’s happiness.

The sympathetic eyes would soon become I-told-you-so-eyes. That was the last thing Harry wanted. 

Maybe he needed to call Gemma. Gemma was like a compass. She always knew what to do to help her little brother and this might be the stupidest thing he had ever done. But he didn’t need to call her. He knew exactly what she would say. It’s not fair to you or Ava to be in a relationship that makes you both so unhappy. Gemma would be kind. She probably wouldn’t even say I told you so just to be nice.

But he would know.

He cheated. Plain as day. There was no if ands or buts. There was no way to deny it. No taking it back. He messed up.

But the little voice in charge of his heart wasn’t going down without a fight. This is a good thing. It insisted. You want to break up with Ava. You haven’t been happy in a while! Sunshine. You need Sunshine.

But Harry, now taking over for his conscience that abandoned him on the elevator ride back to their place, knew that it was easier said than done. It was way more complicated. Perhaps most importantly, it was so irreconcilably stupid on his part that despite how much he needed some sunshine in his life, he did it the very worst way possible.

Because even though what he did to Ava was despicable, the thought of hurting that sweet girl in the laundry room hurt his fragile heart even more.

*

Harry could hardly sleep beside Ava. He tossed and turned for the better part of the night. By the time six in the morning rolled around he was completely exhausted and restless. If he got four hours’ worth of sleep, he was lucky. It was Saturday. He wanted to sleep in. If he slept in, he wouldn’t have to deal with the shitty situation he got himself into for a while longer.

But instead, his restless mind was punishing his stupid behavior by making him wallow in it. Making him wake up at six in the morning on a Saturday so he could recognize his stupid, stupid mistake.

“Harry?” Ava sounded sleepy of course. “Y’okay, baby?” She asked.

Harry felt the warmth of her kind voice seeping through his whole body. Especially with the name baby on her lips.

Shit.

“M’fine, love,” he lied.

“S’early,” she slurred tiredly.

“Can’t sleep,” he shrugged, starting to roll out of bed. “I’ll go to the other room,” he mumbled. She frowned and Harry couldn’t help but notice how cute she looked when she wasn’t at his throat for every little thing. Her concern made him warm over a little more. The guilt he felt ached a little more.

“Okay,” she sighed. “Hope you feel better,” she murmured. He leaned over and pressed a kiss to the crown of her head. It was like he was on autopilot. As if he had done it thousands of times before. It was moments like this, the quiet, gentle ones, that made him believe in the reasoning behind staying in a relationship that drove him crazy most days.

Moments like that made him understand he had to tell his laundry partner the bad news.

*

Ava wasn’t stupid.

She had a degree, a job, and two eyes that told her Harry was happy. Happier than he had seemed in a really long time.

Of course, his happiness didn’t involve her.

And that made her mad.

She wasn’t quite sure what had changed about Harry specifically; why he got so happy so suddenly. As far as she knew he went to work and came home. But with the way they argued and how irritated she felt just looking at Harry some days, she knew something was off in his demeanor.

It wasn’t that she wanted Harry to be unhappy. It was more of the fact that she was unhappy. Ava knew very well that misery loved company. Seeing him happy set off some kind of switch in her head that Harry was in fact her boyfriend and they were supposed to be happy. Seeing him get joy from something else, especially when she wasn’t part of it, irked her more than the way Harry snapped his gum while they watched TV or how he left socks outside the laundry basket and forgot to put the toilet seat down (consistently) late at night.

Harry was a wonderful boyfriend. He always had been from the moment they started dating. Her mom even teased him saying he was too good for Ava. Ava didn’t see it that way. Ava enjoyed her personality and herself and didn’t think anything needed to change. She didn’t see anything wrong with the way she behaved or acted—as her mom put it. She did what she wanted, when she wanted, and how she wanted.

Right now, she wanted Harry right where he was.

“Do you feel better now?” She asked him as she entered the sitting room.

“Yeah, a bit,” he nodded. “I’ll try t’nap later,” he shrugged as he continued reading the book in his hands without looking up.

She pressed a hand to his forehead. He wasn’t warm. He seemed fine. For a moment she gazed in his eyes and noted how green they looked. There was no denying Harry was beautiful—even though the constant fighting made her irritable with him. It was a face she fell in love with because he was so pretty. Soft skin, gentle smile, deep dimples. He was simply dreamy. Someone would have to be blind not to fall in love with him.

Part of her thought someone had fallen in love with him because of the way he looked so happy after the many months of the mutual feeling of misery that flooded their apartment. That simply wouldn’t do. 

It wouldn’t take much, she knew it. Harry was a romantic. A few gentle smiles, a bat of her eyelashes, and some light touches and Harry would be putty in her hands again.

His lips parted slightly like this was the first time he had seen her in ages. He didn’t know how to speak. It was so unlike her to worry about him even a little these days. In fact, it was so shocking, he thought he was transported to the laundry room and the gentle touch was coming from the girl that made his heart skip a beat and had the little voice in his head shouting to be heard.

“You don’t feel feverish or look very sick.”

Harry knew he wasn’t feverish. He knew he wasn’t sick either. Maybe lovesick. But that wasn’t something he could tell Ava.

Or maybe it should have been the exact time he told her.

“I can get you medicine if you want while I’m out,” she said softly.

“Oh...uh...thanks, love. That would be good, thank you,” the words felt weird in his mouth, he hadn’t thanked Ava for anything in ages. What was there to thank her for? Hours of worrying and fighting? “You’re going out?”

“Yeah...laundry at mom’s,” she reminded him.

“I could do your laundry y’know,” he offered quietly. He noted the way the slopes of Ava’s face curved so beautifully when she wasn’t scowling at him for the littlest of things. She was a beautiful girl. No question about it.

“I don’t like the way the washers make the clothes smell,” she said, wrinkling her nose in distaste.

It was as if a shadow cast over her at the very moment she spoke. A backhanded comment for sure—whether she meant it or not, knowing full-well that Harry washed all his clothes in the apartment washers. He rolled his eyes and sighed. “Right,” he murmured. “Well, tell her I said hello,” he returned to his book.

She nodded silently. 

Returning down the hall, Harry thought it was awfully mature of her to ignore the eyeroll. It was an instinct and he knew he shouldn’t have, but it was hard to feel—

“The eye roll was unnecessary.”

Here we go. “Ava, y’know I do m’laundry down there. Y’basically said I smell.”

She returned the very same eye roll dropping the laundry bag at her feet. “Harry, I didn’t say that.”

“Y’may as well have,” he grumbled.

“It’s too early to argue.”

“M-hmm.”

She would be better later. It would take a lot of active reminders to not fight with him. Sighing, she headed out the door.

For a fleeting moment, she was Ava, the girl he loved and had dated for so long. The little bit of kindness she showed didn’t deserve Harry’s infidelity. It was all his fault and Ava wasn’t that bad.

So, Harry made his way to the laundry room, knowing he would find her there because it was Saturday morning, and it was her favorite time to do laundry—before anyone else was there.

Except Harry. She seemed to make every exception for Harry.

He hoped she would make one this time too.

*

“Hey munchkin,” she smiled sweetly as Harry got down to the laundry room. He didn’t tell Ava. He knew he should have. Of course, he should have. But there was something about the sunshine that lived in the laundry room that made his brain short circuit. There was something in the air that made him lose all train of thought. All rationality escaped him when he thought about this girl obsessed with The Wizard of Oz.

But it was a mistake on his part. He didn’t tell Ava. Especially after her kindness this morning. The kind of kindness that made him love her—like when they first started dating. Why didn’t he go after her?

“I have t’tell y’something,” Harry said. He looked exhausted. His eyes were red rimmed. His face paled as he spoke.

She frowned. “Uh...okay?”

They weren’t a couple. They weren’t even...anything. Maybe she could say they were friends. Harry owed her no explanations for anything. Maybe kissing was a bad idea. It would ruin their friendship. Or maybe it was worse…

He closed his eyes. “I have t’jus’ say it, Sunshine. But y’have t’let me explain.”

She felt totally rattled. It was obviously a mistake. Completely. Thank God they didn’t have sex in her apartment. Thank God he asked about the picture frame; that they spent nearly an hour talking about music, books, and recipes.

Thank God, they stopped. It was so obvious he regretted it. Was she a bad kisser? Maybe she could convince Niall to help her out. Niall had a lot more practice than she did. No, there was no way Niall would help her with something like that. He would get all grossed out. He would probably lie and tease her and say she was a terrible kisser regardless. Or maybe he–

“I have a girlfriend,” he whispered.

The words hung in the air for a moment in suspended animation. It was like the clocks had stopped ticking, the world stopped turning, the washing machines stopped spinning.

If she was attached to a machine, her brain would show zero activity.

No.

She felt her stomach turn violently and felt her whole body tingle with heat. Part of her thought she was going to throw up.

No, no, no, the voice in her head shouted. No. He’s supposed to be mine!

But there was no reason for her to think like that. Harry wasn’t hers. This was just proof of what she already knew back when she felt that connection to him so instantaneously. She knew he was too good to be true. Her voice stopped working. She wanted to cry but she didn’t want to do that in front of Harry. If she was going to have a breakdown, she couldn’t do it here. She left all her stuff and bolted past Harry, taking the steps two at a time to get away from him without even a word.

He hurried after her. “Kitten,” he cooed gently. She shook her head and continued running for the elevator, grateful it was there, open, when she got there. She rapidly pressed the button to shut the door, but Harry had much longer legs and trapped himself inside the small space before it closed the pair of them in. She turned to the back of the lift and pressed her forehead to the cool metal. “Kitten,” he tried again.

“No,” she sniffled. “No, you can’t call me that.”

“Sunshine, y’supposed t’let me explain.”

“Explain what exactly, Harry?”

He grabbed her arm. Immediately, she yanked it away from him with a shake of her head. “No, you can’t touch me.”

He ran a hand over his face, and she exited quickly as soon as the door was barely open enough to fit her through the space. Naturally, he followed her. “Please let me explain.”

She wheeled around so quickly Harry nearly bumped into her. “Explain what?” She whispered. If there was any more volume in her voice, she would lose complete control. She would cry. She would sob. She would lose any sense of herself because even though she was mad at Harry and how she had foolishly kissed him without knowing she was ruining some poor girl’s relationship because of their kiss...

She was selfishly thinking about how unfair it was that she couldn’t have him.

“Love.”

“Harry. Stop calling me names.”

Closing his eyes, Harry thought he might explode. This was so unfair. He was breaking her heart. All he wanted was to hold it in his hands. “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry?!” She gasped. “I...I don’t...I don’t even know what to say to you,” the tears were about to spill over her lash line. She couldn’t hold the emotions she was feeling much longer.

He dropped his gaze to the floor. He didn’t want to watch her cry. It felt private. Plus, it made him feel guilty that he was the cause. “If it means...anything. M’relationship isn't...good a lot of the time.”

She glared at him and his horrible betrayal. Of her trust. Of her belief in him. In hurting her reputation. “That’s not a reas—”

He put his hands up defensively. “I know, love. I know. S’not an excuse. M’jus’ trying t’give y’details. M’sorry. S’my fault. All my fault,” he promised. Harry felt like he would start crying if she did. “S’nothing...you didn’t do anything wrong,” he promised her. It was a little comforting that he seemed to know what she was feeling and maybe part of her was grateful that he knew she would feel so down on herself about it. “I lead you on. I made the mistake.”

It felt like Harry had taken a steak knife and stabbed it right through her heart with the word mistake coming from his mouth. She thought he would say it when he first entered the laundry room. But it felt so much worse hearing it out loud. Knowing truly why it was a mistake.

“I don’t think we should be around each other… for a while.”

Harry deflated, his face paling. “Love,” he whispered. “I know I messed up...I know...that...” he rubbed his hand on the back of his head. “I want to be friends.”

She wanted that too. She wanted more than that. “Sometimes we don’t get what we want, Harry,” she whispered quietly. “I’m sorry too.”

He deserved this. He didn’t even want to hear the I told you so his conscience was probably singing and dancing in the back of his mind. If he could focus on anything other than the terribly sad girl, and how his heart was breaking at the thought of not chatting with her over laundry. This hurt worse than any fight he had with Ava by a long shot.

That seemed like damning proof more than anything.

“Okay,” he murmured taking in her expression one more time. He wished it was happy. Somehow, some way. He wished he hadn’t broken her heart like this—even if her heart wasn’t his to break. He didn’t want the last time he saw her for a while, was her feeling sad and upset. But it was his fault. Completely. There was no question about it. “M’sorry, love,” he whispered.

She nodded. “Me too, Harry.”

God, he wanted her to call him munchkin. He wanted it to be okay. More than okay. He wanted it to be...different. If only he hadn’t fought with Ava. He would have told her. Telling Ava first meant that she would have screamed and yelled and left.

Harry could rationally explain the situation to the girl before him. Explain that it was bad. He wouldn’t get tongue tied. He wouldn’t get his ideas mixed up. He wouldn’t mess this up as well the way he messed up everything else.

“See you around...I guess...” he mumbled and backed toward the elevator.

“Bye, Harry,” she whispered as the elevator slid close.

*

She had to get her laundry but the idea of going down to that room made her nauseous. Once alone in the comfort of her apartment, she released the sobs she didn’t want Harry to see. There were so many things she needed to think about; she needed a list. A list of things to do. She typed them into her phone.

- Laundry - Pay bills - File paperwork - Harry’s…

It hurt to think about the end of that little chore. Taking deep breaths she closed her eyes and ignored the feeling of more tears that she wanted to fall.

Of course, he had a girlfriend. He was gorgeous, funny, sweet…why would he be single?

As much as she hated herself for hurting his relationship with someone else, she couldn’t help but think about how he mentioned his relationship was bad. The thought made her…sad. She couldn’t help it. The idea that someone as sweet as Harry was in a bad relationship wasn’t…fair. In school, she did rounds of different counseling methods and practices to see which ones she liked best. If she didn’t have her current job, she would strongly consider relationship therapy of some kind. The complexity of staying in a relationship that didn’t make sense was hard to navigate for anyone. She couldn’t imagine the stress and anxiety that Harry was going through on his own. Part of her wanted to recommend a therapist for him despite how he had changed her heart in the last hour.

I wouldn’t let our relationship be bad. She thought to herself.

Shut up. She whispered to the voice that was getting independent thought.

This was horrible.

The thoughts rolled through her head so quickly, she didn’t know what to deal with first. Laundry usually calmed her mind but she thought if she went down there she might go crazy. It wouldn’t be calming knowing they kissed in the very spot they had chatted for the last few months while Harry knowingly had a girlfriend. While they shared secrets, banter, recipes, and all things that people who flirt share.

She hated him.

No you don’t. The voice in her head sounded like it was rolling it’s eyes if it were capable.

But I want to hate him. She responded.

You don’t want to hate him either, you idiot.

Fortunately her phone rang with Niall’s picture taking up her screen. Good. Niall would ground her, help her.

“Hey princess,” he said softly.

That didn’t sound good. With an even heavier heart she swiped the tears away from her eyes, took a deep breath and frowned. “Oh, Ni, what’s wrong?” She asked.

“I…” he sighed. “You know how I was helping with the new office for those two weeks?”

Her heart dropped. She already knew. Part of her wished she didn't even finish the conversation. She knew where it was going. Lay on the heartache. The theme for the day. “Yeah…”

“They…can’t find anyone competent to run it.”

She closed her eyes. She couldn’t tell Niall. Not now. He had his own stuff to deal with and adding to his stress was the last thing she wanted to do. “So you’re competent now?” She asked lightly.

He chuckled softly, grateful that she could make him feel better. “Feels like the worst thing, darling.”

“How long?” It was the most important question. How long would she be without her best friend? How long would they be thousands and thousands of miles and plane rides away from each other? How long would he be gone? How long would she have to hide the horrible thing she did? The horrible thing Harry did? Niall would threaten to kill him. For hurting her heart. She knew it in her bones.

The silence was deafening. He didn’t want to say it. It was going to kill her.

“Just say it, Ni.”

“A year,” he whispered quietly. “Longer if they can’t find someone.”

Fortunately, she was already so heartbroken it was easy to combine her sadness of Harry and Niall together without Niall suspecting a thing. There was so much devastation in her head and heart in such a short amount of time. “A year?” She whispered.

“I’m sorry, princess.”

“What about…the missus?”

She listened to Niall’s deep sigh. “I haven’t told her yet…she can work from anywhere…so I’m hopeful. I wanted to tell you first.”

Her heart fluttered with so much love for her best friend. He told her first. She couldn’t tell him about Harry or the kiss. He would worry and change his career all for her and that wasn’t fair.

She already hurt one relationship today. She wouldn’t hurt another.

She needed a trip to the Emerald City like never before. She had to be brave and strong for him. It felt like she needed courage and a brain for not seeing so many obvious signs before. “Now I know I have a heart…because it’s breaking,” she whispered, quoting the Tin Man. She was going to need a heart too.

He chuckled. “Well m’gonna call every day,” he promised.

She nodded. “You better,” she sniffled and giggled. “When do you leave?”

“Next week.”

She squeezed her eyes shut. This was a good distraction. At least for a little while. “Well, we better make the most of it,” she whispered.

“M’glad you have Harry,” he said. Like a knife to the chest. “You can’t replace me with him, though.”

“Never,” she promised. She had to tell him something. “I…actually have some news on that front,” she sniffed.

“Oh princess,” he said, hearing the crack in her voice. “What happened?”

“He has a girlfriend,” she croaked.

“Oh, darling,” he cooed.

“I knew it was too good to be true,” she shrugged.

“M’sorry, still. I was…I mean…I still think he’s your soulmate. What kind of person quotes The Wizard of Oz like a lunatic?”

She smiled through her tears and nodded. “Yeah…”

“Let me talk to the missus. We’ll do dinner, yeah?”

“Please.”

“See you later, princess.”

What a twister of a day.

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[courtneedsatoru]

a music analysis on "if i am with you"

credits: "if i am with you" composed by yoshimasa terui, i'm citing an arrangement by _jacksonforte on musescore, @cmdrfupa and @tsukimefuku for the encouragement and motivation to write this

notice: amateur's take on music, my own interpretation because the same music can tell different stories to different people, you don't have to be an expert in music to understand, jjk season 2 spoilers, for some reason at some point, i switched to using capitalization, the researcher in me couldn't help it 💀💀

give a listen here: cover by Ru's Piano | i prefer her tempo over the original | the music is played in the gojo vs. toji scene | i reference this at 3:48 into the video in my analysis | or follow along with the sheet music here with the play button on musescore

this piece is played when gojo learns "hollow purple." when gojo learns this technique, he diverges (calculus joke heharhah) both in his strength and his perceived role in the world. gojo paves his own, indepednent path, and in my interpretation, this reflects in the elements and structure of "if i am with you." i will be exploring and sharing my take on how this piece enriches gojo's narrative.

in the opening section, we have a repetition of Fmaj7(#11) which sets a foggy atmosphere. The notes are played in a circular manner, from F up to C and back down to F. This represents a lack of direction and uncertainty. Gojo, born into the role as the strongest, does not understand why he has to use his abilities to save the "weak and helpless," why he should spare the members of the Star Plasma cult. The wandering and ambiguous repetition resonate with Gojo's ungrounded values; despite his flippant character, he follows the directionless current of what sorcerers before him did: fight to save lives until an unforeseeable end.

Sure, his title as one of "the strongest" provided some incentive to live up to those standards, but until Riko's death, he kept questioning the nature of how the jujutsu society worked. (I don't have that much evidence to cite because I haven't read the manga. This is what I picked up on from the anime.) This is until he finds a voice to guide him:

The note B serves as a pedal point, which involves sustaining or repeating a single pitch. This pedal point is a metaphor for Gojo seeking guidance from someone with a strong (aha i'm kind of wrong but you'll see) moral compass: Geto. As the harmonies beneath fluctuate from Fmaj7(#11) to em7 to dm7, representing Gojo's inconsistent or unclear stances, the pedal point represents unwavering values of Geto whose presence is steady and reliable. Gojo always looked to Geto to validate why they continued to fight. Gojo revolved around the pedal point of Geto's moral compass.

Until Geto's own compass wavers.

Here, we get a little insight into how Geto is losing his own sense of direction until it completely and gradually dissipates with a rallentando (not shown above, measure 31). However, it does not make sense to look at this from Geto's perspective. This is because Geto goes batshit defects due to hatred and spite towards the jujutsu system which would be poorly represented by a soft, gentle ending in Cmaj7.

Instead, I interpret this as Gojo relinquishing Geto's pedal point. This does not mean that Gojo has completely given up the ideology of Geto's inital beliefs. Rather, it is about transformation, a step towards independence. Gojo is giving up Geto as a moral compass, for he does not need to continue to seek guidance from his friend. To pinpoint the precise moment, it is when Gojo says the infamous "throughout heaven and earth, I alone am the honored one."

*Please refer to 3:48 in this video which is what I am describing

Keyword: alone. Gojo is ALONE the honored one. The perceived responsibilities of the honored one fall only onto Gojo, forcing him to further differentiate himself from the rest of the sorcerers, Geto included. This is represented through hollow purple, the epitome of strength and the embodiment of mastery at an unreachable level for the rest. Gojo's acquisition of hollow purple is the mark of how from then on, he will develop his own narrative, and that is what the music exactly does at a tempo.

Let's take a moment to appreciate how perfectly the music aligns with the animation. Because y e s. Anyways, a tempo marks the transition into the second section of an exploration of Gojo's independence. It truly is an exploration, signified by the sequences of call and response. The phrase above at a tempo is a call. The following is the response:

This sequence repeats once more, but in a different variation as it modulates from C major to F major. It's almost as if Gojo is searching for reassurance or validation as the strongest, but has no other choice but to trust his decisions and live with no regrets, thus leaning further into the role of the strongest.

For more information on Gojo Satoru's role as the strongest, please refer to @rahuratna's brilliant insights on him:

https://www.tumblr.com/rahuratna/757727672585617408/hi-rahu-my-nanami-loving-schmutt-reading?source=share

We then have a "flashback" (technically called A' section), or briefly relapse back to the theme of the pedal point:

The brevity of this section is reminiscent of Gojo noticing Geto's decline in mental and physical health, but ultimately choosing to overlook in the pursuit of strength and ambition. The desire to prevent what happened to Riko by refining his powers overwhelms any other sense or priority.

By overwhelm, I mean insanity. Just look at the fortissimo (meaning extra loud) and the nine-lets in the left hand. I n s a n i t y. I don't have many other things to say except how fitting it is for Gojo to be high with power at this exact moment and how the intense the rays of golden sunset are. Isn't it interesting how intensity can be layered through multiple media (i.e. background art, animation, voice acting, music, storytelling)?

To conclude, I want to talk about the way this piece ends. It's one of the most beautiful and melancholic endings I have ever heard. Starting at "Slower":

The note C as a pedal point. Suguru Geto, is that you???? See, he will always be with Satoru forever. Even when he may not always be physically present with Satoru, he will forever be that little voice that reminds him of all the memories, the beginnings, the end of beginnings

That G# is killing me. Just kidding

It's the damn B. Yeah, I'm gonna yap about one note. ONE NOTE. How dare you... LEAVE THIS ON A LEADING TONE!!!!! THE UNRESOLVED TENSION!!!!! THE ANGST!!!!!!! AND YOU DRAW IT OUT LONGER WITH A FERMATA (Do it again.)

Obviously I'm going to make a meaning out of it. Unresolved tension is the entire premise of Jujutsu Kaisen.

Example 1: Gojo's desire to rebuild the jujutsu society with powerful sorcerers who work together and foster a caring community to look after each other... to what extent did he accomplish this goal? And that's why I like leading tones, because it can set up a resolution that might be explored further, perhaps with the next generation of sorcerers.

An even better example 2: leading tones perfectly capture the dynamic of satoru and suguru. So close yet so far apart. So angsty yum. Never truly finished.

Additional analysis for the cover art: https://www.tumblr.com/rahuratna/757898687766757376/hi-rahuuuuu-my-mind-is-fresh-and-awake-its-one?source=share

[sonic-tangled-au]

Miles Robotnik / Tails Character Design Reference sheet ✨⬇️

Miles Robotnik, kid genius and the AU’s equivalent of Rapunzel!

Our favourite sweet, lonely and blissfully unaware two tailed fox. After having been saved and taken in by Eggman at a young age all Miles wants to do is make his father proud and spends his days tinkering away in the lab/tower. Despite his less then pleasant memories of his time on West Side Island, just as his loneliness grows so does his curiosity of the outside world and longing to one day get back out there (sparked even more so by his wish to one day see and fly the red biplane he sometimes spots flying past the tower from his window). Eggman is quick to remind him of the dangers of the outside world, that others wouldn’t accept him due to his tails and that some could even use him for his mechanical abilities (while doing exactly that).

As for a few little additional parallels, his tails sometimes dragging across the floor under his lab coat is similar to how Rapunzel’s hair trails behind her. Meanwhile the grappling hook invention is used in a similar way to her hair and a while ago I had the idea for him to have a zapper device (somewhat inspired by the IDW Zeti Zappers) as an equivalent to the frying pan!

✨ Thank you so, so much to @/thatbirdguy_ for all of their help with creating the art for these character sheets! It’s been so fun working with them on the core 4 main characters (not counting Eggman who looks the same, the reasons of which I should probably dive into one day!). And thank you so much for the designs of his gadgets as well! Can’t thank them enough! 💛✨ I recently came up with an alternate design for how he could wear his jacket (I’m such a sucker for puffy sleeves) and they helped me capture that perfectly! The only other small tweak was him also having cuffs around his ankles and his gloves being proper lab gloves even upon leaving with Sonic. It’s one more thing to differentiate his design, further ties him to Eggman (and the idea of him being gifted actual normal gloves by sonic after the main story is super sweet to me). I don’t think I’ve ever mentioned this… but he’d also defo wear blue shoes after the main story too. Thank you so, so much to @/thatbirdguy_ and please go support them on Insta and Twitter if you have them! ✨

[rebelscums]

Warmth (Hunter x reader)

Ratings: Angst | Fluff

Summary: Once love and now a memory…

“You’re staring.” He murmured.

There was a light tone in his voice, even with the presence of morning gruffness. His face was relaxed, less scrunched then during missions or when his brothers annoyed him to the southern rims.

And yet his eyes remained closed as they always did this early in the morning, just trying to bask in the remnants of night just a little longer. He always was a night owl.

“No I’m not.” I muttered the lie carelessly.

With the rays of the sun barely reaching through the cracked glass of the hotel we were bunked in, I knew the day of errands and adventures would hit us.

We could hide of course, steal away the day for ourselves, but I had a feeling Omega would have a fit. I smiled at the thought of her yelling at her other brothers to hurry as she tracked us down.

I did promise to teach her how to throw a knife once the mission was over.

I haven’t seen her in three days and I began to miss her cheerful attitude, but before we could see her face again we had to deal with Sid’s next target and she had to wait safely back at the bar with Sid.

This whole thing was absolutely pointless, but we couldn’t say no to the mission and so here we were about to steal back a spice shipment they stole from Sid on the dingiest planet we have ever been on. I couldn’t even say the same if I was asked.

This room we stayed in was a small, on the outskirts so we wouldn’t be seen as we spied through the dirty window with cracks. We watched across the street where a club was, just waiting for the target to appear with the shipment of spice.

The boys stayed back on the ship, waiting for our call to ambush the target and secure the shipment. Yet three days in this room and we still had yet to see the target.

But I knew as horrible as it smelled, this little place that we would hold dear for years to come because it was ours… Our warmth.

I secretly continued to admire Hunter’s face as he kept his eyes closed and yet his smile grew a tiny bit.

“Still?” He mumbled.

I couldn’t help, but blush at the act of being caught red handed and yet he never needed to see me to know what I was doing… Or how I was feeling. It was as if he knew every inch of my soul and maybe he did…

“I can’t help that you’re handsome.” I murmured, moving my hand from under the sheet to brush the dark brown strands of hair from his face.

I took a moment to admire the contrast of his tattoo against his natural skin. I always wondered if maybe it was a whim in his youth as shiny.

Maybe he was a little rebellious… Who am I kidding? He most definitely was.

I couldn’t help the smirk that graced me lips. I held back a small laugh.

I just that know for a fact that it was to differentiate himself from the other clone troopers. To make him appear more menacing, for sure.

Whatever may have spurred on his permanent decision, it made him all the more handsome just the same.

“Hm…” Was all he murmured.

He always was less talkative in the morning especially when he was half asleep.

I knew he was trying to play it cool, but the small smile that tugged at the corner of his lips told me how much he enjoyed the compliment.

He may have a tough and stern exterior, but he will always be a softy on the inside.

I pulled myself away from my thoughts to truly look at him once again. He was on his stomach, his arms curled under his pillow as he breathed slowly.

For a moment it looked as if he was about to fall asleep any second. If it were any other day I would have allowed it, but I’m this moment… In this moment I missed the warmth of him too much.

“Roll over.” I gently nudged his side, showing him what I wanted.

He grunted, but complied none the less. He moved his right arm from underneath the pillow and rolled onto his back. I felt pleased with myself with how easy it was to order such a strong soldier around.

I scooted closer to him, running my hand slowly over the groves of his chest, filled with scars and worn from years of battle. I admired every mark, every scab, every grain of being that represented him.

“My Hunter…” I murmured into the waking morning that only the two of us would hear.

I slowly sunk into him, feeling nothing but the softness and warmth that was him.

His arms wrapped securely around me and held me there, the two of us frozen in time as we took in those extra few minutes of rest before reality stepped in.

“You are truly beautiful.” He whispered as if at any moment this moment would be interrupted.

I smiled into his chest, “You’re just saying that.”

“I am saying that and so much more.” He stated it as if it were a fact written in stone.

“You are more radiant then the suns of Coruscant and unyielding like the waves of Kamino. You are kind, compassionate, loyal, and extremely smart.” He said as his hand trailed down my arm before interlacing his hand with mine.

He slowly pulled up our hands to kiss the ring that was delicately wrapped around my finger. I giggled gently as I placed a kiss on his ring. The two rings that celebrated our ever lasting bond with one another.

A bond that could never be broken.

Not even in a thousand galaxies filled with war.

“You are truly breathtaking my cyar’ika.” He spoke softly, “And I am glad that you call me yours.”

I looked up to see his warm chocolate eyes already looking at me and seeing the rosy blush that graced my cheeks.

“I love you.” I breathed the words as if they were the only thing I have ever believed in my life and that was the truth.

“I love you too cyar’ika.” He replied, a soft tone to his gruffness as he slowly fell back asleep.

I held onto this moment… Just the two of us basking in the summer glow of the morning before our lives called to us once more.

That was all I needed… He was all I needed. He was all I ever needed…

He was my warmth in the cold rays of winter.

The feeling of warmth faded as did the memory along with it. The room turned dull and grey losing the colors of the memory. No longer was there happiness and love. No longer did the heat of the sun grace our bodies. It was only the cold feeling of frost paired with the cloudy weather.

I watched the snowflakes as they flew into the room through the cracks of the windows. It was no longer summer and I…

I was alone.

The key to the room fell from my hand and into the metal tray, the only sound that echoed through the dingy motel room.

What once was paradise, now nothing more than empty space. It was as if I didn’t recognize the place where one of my happiest memories was at.

A shiver ran threw my body as I tugged my grey jacket tighter around me. It didn’t do much help keep the cold out, but I didn’t expect for anything less. I’ve been so cold since…

Maybe my heart was frozen, but then why did I feel so much pain?

I blinked, nothing but the sound of my breath filled the room, it getting more unstable with each exhale. But I just stared… I stared blankly at the room until the door slammed shut behind me and my emotions finally unleashed and…

I screamed.

I screamed until the pain of it ripped at my throat, until my lungs gasped for air, until my mind felt numb. If I were a Jedi, the room would have shook at the wave of sorrow and anger I felt, but if I were a Jedi then maybe I could have…

Maybe I could have done something, anything to save him and to hold him in my arms once again.

“My Hunter.” I cried out his name and received no answer.

But even if I screamed his name a thousand times, he couldn’t answer me anymore.

My nails dug into the wood of the small table by the door. My legs shaking as my chest heaved from the sobs that consumed the ringing in my ears.

I can’t breathe.

I suddenly realized and I couldn’t even pull myself together to fix it.

Why can’t I breath?

The sound of blaster fire ring in my ears over and over.

My screams to get back as we were surrounded.

The push of his hand when a shot was directed towards me.

The weight of his body as we fell...

The feeling of sand and the dizziness of the sun.

His last words…

His last kriffing words.

His rise and fall and then…

Nothing…

As if he was never here to begin with.

Everything that I ever was left with his final breathe.

I love you, always.

I cried out again, finally allowing for gravity to pull me down onto my knees.

“It was a bad idea to bring her here.” Tech whispered just outside the room.

“I agree.” Wrecker stated.

“She needs to morn. It’s been months…” Crosshair mentioned, a deep frown settled on his face.

Crosshair hasn’t smirked or teased anyone since his brother… He felt like apart of him was missing and he wouldn’t doubt if there was. His brother brought out the best version of him and now with Hunter gone… Crosshair just felt hollow.

“Yeah I know.” Wrecker sighed.

Wrecker’s heart ached ever since his brother died. He could barely sleep anymore, even with Taloola. The nightmares just kept him awake and so he did what comforted him the most, he ate snacks.

“Maybe this will help her move on.” Echo suggested with a sigh.

Echo has been through this with his first group brother’s, the 501st, was created back in the clone wars. He’s lost more brothers then the bad batch could imagine and yet an ache settled in his chest knowing that another one of his brothers’ and close friend has died.

“I’m going to go ready the ship. We’ll give her a few more minutes before it’s time for us to leave.”

“Yes then I will go with you as well.” Tech nodded and followed Echo down the hall.

Tech not used to confronting such emotions as the one his sister-in-law was currently expressing. He was in pain and he mourned deeply for his brother, but he cannot change what simply is and so he must adapt and move forward.

It was silent between the three siblings, the only sound that flowed around them was the cries of the one person that all of them considered as family.

“I… I’m going to go check on her.” Omega decided.

“Is that a good idea?” Wrecker asked worriedly.

“She needs comfort. She’s one of the only mother figure I’ve ever cared for and she is married to our brother-” Omega caught herself with a lump rising in her throat, “Was married and right now she needs someone to take care of her and that’s going to be us until she can make it back on her feet again.”

Crosshair nodded in a silent agreement.

“You’re right kid.” Wrecker said, “We’ll be out here. Yell for us if you need anything.”

Omega headed towards the room with Wrecker and Crosshair waiting patiently in the hall.

In the wake of my own despair I didn’t hear the door creek open, the sound of footsteps padding into the room.

It was when I felt Omega’s little arms wrapping around me that reality came crashing back. I pulled her into my lap, cradling the small girl who was just as devastated as I was.

We both had lost an important member of our family…

But at least we have each other right?

That should be enough. That should allow us to move on and carry his memory in our hearts. To share his story for years to come.

But then why couldn’t I stop crying?

I should be strong for her. For the others as well, but it’s like I’m being pulled under waves over and over again and I was finding it more difficult to swim back up.

“Mom…” Omega’s voice trailed off, broken, tired, and afraid of what our future may hold.

Omega began to feel the loss of her brother and who she thought was a great father figure to her… She wasn’t sure how to handle her emotions and so she did the only thing she could do… She cried as well.

“I’m sorry firefly.” I murmured broke my to her as she began to cry as well, “I’m so sorry I couldn’t…” My throat tightened and I couldn’t finish my sentence.

I hugged her as tight as I could to help ease her pain at the loss of her father.

I’m sorry I couldn’t protect him that day.

I wanted to say.

I’m sorry I didn’t see that shooter.

I wanted to cry.

I’m sorry he couldn’t be the one here with you now.

I wanted to break.

Why did I look out that damn window and see our target? Why couldn’t we have lost sight of him through the crowd? Why did we even leave this room? Why didn’t we just stay here in that damn bed?

Why? Why? Why?

… Why couldn’t it be me?

So many possibilities and outcomes that could’ve had him here with us now. To see him smirk one more time. To hear his laugh carry throughout the room. To feel his warm touch and gentle heart…

“You are truly breathtaking my cyar’ika.”

I could still hear his voice as clear as the howlers outside. My tears growing stronger by the second.

“I love you cyar’ika.”

It was as if his breath was right by my ear and then suddenly he was gone.

I love you my Hunter.

I wanted to scream those words, pleading for the force to bring him back to me… To us.

“It’s time to go you two.” Echo spoke as he entered the room.

I squeezed my eyes shut tightly at the inevitable end.

I just wanted a few more moments… A few more moments of warmth before the cold set in once again.

[bullet-prooflove]

I’m troublesome, I’ve fallen

Riz is fucked.

You see it the moment you open the door and see that silly, shit eating grin across his features. His arm is slung over Taza’s shoulders, the older man supporting his weight as he beams at you. In the background you can see Neron, sitting in the van, watching the exchange with his sunglasses on despite the fact it’s dusk.

“What’s he on?” You ask Taza, opening the door even wider so that both men can pass through.

You catch sight of the knee brace on Riz’s leg, his jeans torn from the knee down and spattered with blood. His shirt is ripped, the white bandage peeking out from underneath the shredded fabric.

“Oxy.” He tells as you shut the door behind him, before helping Riz towards the bedroom.

“Fun.” You utter, following them in and flicking the light on. “What happened?”

“Came off his bike.” He tells you.

There’s more to it than that, you can tell by the way he says it but you don’t ask. Riz tries to keep you as far away from club business as he possibly can and Taza respects that.

“We were going to drop him off at Vicki’s.” Taza tells you as he sets Riz down on the edge of the bed. “But he tried to abscond and come here instead. Stitches turned her back for a second and he was already halfway to the van. He still hauls ass despite the fracture.”

“Wanted to see my girl.” Riz explains as he tumbles back onto the sheets. He looks up at you with whisky coloured eyes and pupils as small as pin pricks. “I almost died today.”

You rise your eyes to meet Taza’s. The older man crosses his arms over his chest and shakes his head.

“Fractured kneecap and torn ligament. Stitches says he won’t need surgery as long as he stays off the leg. She’ll check in on him in the morning.”

“You need to stop misbehaving.” You tell Riz, booping him on the nose with your fingertip.

“I promise I’ll be good.” He mumbled, capturing your hand and bringing it to his lips. “I just wanted to see you.”

“Uh huh,” You say, placing a gentle kiss upon his forehead. “Don’t move while I see out Taza.”

“Come back.” He murmurs as your hand slides out of his grasp.

“In a minute.” You promise him before closing the door quietly behind you.

You find Taza in the living room, casting his eye over the vinyl you have on the record player. Your headphones are resting on the arm of the easy chair.

“Being back in Santa Padre seems to suit you.” He remarks with a small smile, taking note of your belongings intermingled with Riz’s.

“It does.” You tell him with a small smile.

“I’m glad to hear it.” He tells you leaning over and placing a kiss on your cheek. “Take care of our boy and let me know if you need anything.”

“Of course.” You say before closing the door behind him. --- Riz sleeps with his face buried in the curve of your throat, his arm thrown across your stomach. He snuggles into your warmth because he needs to be close in the aftermath. It was close today; he thinks too fucking close. It’s not the worst accident he’s had but it’s a shock to the system because he's only just got you back and he doesn’t expect to be confronted with his own mortality.

It hurts like hell the next morning, once the Oxy’s worn off. His hip, his arm, his knee and the rest of his leg. It’s hard for him to differentiate what’s bruising and what’s worse. He groans as he shifts, his memories of yesterday hazy.

“Stay still.” You murmur as you prop your head up on the pillow.

“Fuck…” he drawls the word out as he hisses through his teeth.

“Yea, you got into a nasty accident.” You remind him. “You’re gonna be laid up for a little while.”

“Sucks.” He mutters.

“Yes, it does.” You agree as you shift into a sitting position. He moves, placing his head upon your lap, your fingers combing through his hair, and he closes his eyes once more. There’s a reassurance in the sensation, a sense of peace that floods him. “Go back to sleep, I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

[mrs-kodzuken]

Art Frustration ♡

Pairing: Kōshi Sugawara x fem!reader

WC: 1.8k

Genre: fluff

CW : fem!reader, fluff, comfort for frustration, art frustrations

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Once again, the paper was scattered with useless and chaotic drawings. It had seemed to be as if my brain couldn't handle anymore pathetic scribbles.

The frustration grew in my head as I tore another piece of paper up and groaned loudly.

It's simple really, art is supposed to make you feel relaxed and at one with what you're making. It's something to release the feelings and emotions you have into something that explains you.

Well this wasn't the case with me.

I haven't had a good crumb of inspiration for the past two weeks. As an artist, that can put a lot of pressure on you when you draw almost every day.

Especially when I have so many expectations that I've set for myself and I'm not even managing to reach them.

There were so many ideas swarming in my head but I just couldn't put it on paper. It would come out as something not even definite, which is so not the look I was going for with this piece.

Taking a deep breath, I set up a new sheet and paused. I tried to differentiate an idea with how well I could get that idea on this page without frustrating myself again.

My hands started marking on the page with a very simple sketches. I, unfortunately, erased those lines upon lines frequently. Feeling my anxiety getting the better of me as I really wanted to draw but couldn't.

It was getting to the point of hopelessness for me. My tiny sketches here and there, they always started out small. I could feel the tears pricking my eyes as it wasn't going the way I wanted it to, just like the other fifty million times.

I couldn't see a good clear idea in my head to form what I wanted to express on the page.

My emotions started bubbling up inside me like a wild fire. Irritation was overcoming me and my hands were shaking with a burning need to get something on this damn paper. It was so bad to the point where I couldn't even draw anymore.

Defeated, I let out a shaky breath that I'd been holding in. I took the paper and crumbled it up once again. I desperately wanted to throw a fit and scream like a toddler. This wasn't working out like it's supposed to .

Art is something I've always been good at, I don't know why this is happening to me now.

I banged my head on the canvas stand, practically begging for some inspiration to help me.

Finally, I had just let go of the salty tears that were bundled in my eyes as I released a quiet sob. This was so frustrating.

Sliding down the wall to sit, I sobbed on the floor. Was it too much to ask to simply draw good?

This has been the only thing I've been good at since I was little, the amount of time I've put into trying to better myself and art style feels like it's for nothing.

A soft knock sounded throughout my room from my door which followed with my bedroom door being opened.

I had guessed it was my mom since she's been the one to see me like this for almost two weeks now. Sighing with my face in my hands, I waited for the sound of her footsteps to leave my room.

But they never came.

I felt a hand on mine as it pulled my own from my tear streaked face.

"Woah, woah. are you alright, (Y/n)?" I heard, it was no one other than my supportive boyfriend, Kōshi Sugawara.

Looking up at him with so many emotions that I was feeling I shook my head no. I wanted to explain what a rut I've been in but knowing that if I even tried to explain to him, it'd be a lot of high pitched whining noises.

"Come on, let's get you off the floor, sugar." Calling me my favorite name, he helped me to my bed. Rubbing soothing circles on my back, Suga waited for me to speak.

I could tell he was examining the absolute mess the state of my room was in. Papers everywhere, my trashcan overflowing with mess of drawings and scraps. My paint bottles were open and bound to dry out if I didn't close them soon. It just looked rough in here.

"How did this happen..?" Kōshi sounded hesitant to ask, as if I could start breaking down even worse. Which I don't blame him, usually I'm a very tidy person and I never let any sort of thing screw my room like this.

Deep breaths, (Y/n). Deep breaths.

"I've been in a rut, none of my art is coming out even remotely good. I'm a f-failure. Plenty of hours I've spent on this, just for it to be worthless." I sighed and hiccupped while trying to stop the warm tears that fell.

My anxiety ridden hands carelessly played with the loose strings on my shirt to distract myself from Suga's presence. I didn't realize it yet but the embarrassment was creeping up on me. I'm having an entire breakdown because of a drawing I can' t even do.

"Hey, look at me," I felt his warm hand softly turn my head so my gaze would be on him.

"Under no circumstance will I let my talented, wonderful girlfriend call herself a failure. You just need a break, sugar. Artist block happens to everyone once in a while." He comforted me, concerned.

Wiping away the few stray tears with his thumbs from my eyes. He kissed the red marks underneath them as well.

"Break time, yeah?" Kōshi hugged me close to him, humming a small lullaby to help calm me down. Rocking me back and forth helped my breathing slow again and I was able to fully relax.

Suga had held me like that for a while and when he did that, I felt at peace.

Listening to the rhythmic music from his heart beat and very few sniffles from me were the only sounds in the room.

"Are you feeling better?" The small circles on my arms didn't cease.

I nodded giving him a small smile, gee that sure wasn't embarrassing. My own boyfriend had to see a breakdown. I cursed myself internally for even letting this happen.

"Great! Now let's get this placed cleaned up sugar." He kissed my cheek whilst his gray hair tickled my forehead. He got me up from my bed as my eyes skimmed my room.

I cringed looking at the mess I had painfully made these past two weeks. Shuffling all the torn up pieces of paper to the bin, which was already full.

Suga had fixed my easels, lining them up like I would want them in the corner of my room.

We continued to clean my room and I had felt the need to apologize to him. Also to question of why he had come over anyway, not that I mind.

"Suga? I'm sorry if you had to do something and got stuck here because of me." My dejected voice sounded in the room, I felt pathetic really.

Looking up, I was faced with his charming smile that had made me fall head over heels with long ago.

"I didn't have any plans, don't worry. And I'd always love to take care of you anytime." He sent me an air blown kiss.

I smiled back and chuckled a bit while catching it, placing it in my back pocket for later.

When we were finally done with the cleaning, I persuaded Suga to stay for dinner as an apology. Letting him help me clean my messy room was something I felt guilty for but was glad he offered.

"It's always good to see you Sugawara." I heard my mom say as I helped clean the kitchen as dinner was finished with.

"You too, Mrs. (L/n)." He responded respectively towards my mom. Suga's always been the most polite person out of the two of us.

"It's going to get a bit dark soon. You might want to head home, but you're always welcome to stay the night. If your parents have no issue with it." My mom said, giving me wink. I could always count on her to be my wing woman when I needed it.

"Ah, that's right. Thank you! I haven't even thought of the time."

Grabbing my boyfriend's hand gently, I lead him back to my bedroom. Hearing a small chuckle come from my mom and she went to watch TV in our living room.

"Are you confident to create a wonderful piece of artwork now?" I heard Suga inquire from behind me.

"I'm lacking in the inspiration department but other than that, yes, I think." I smiled at him while gathering up his coat and shoes.

"You might want to go home before it gets dark outside, hon." I passed him his things as he looked like he just got an amazing idea.

"How about I give you some inspiration?" He mischievously said. Setting his coat down on my bed, his shoes on my floor, and walked to opposite side of my easel.

Kōshi laid on my floor with one hand on his hip and the other holding his head up with a contorted face.

"Draw me like one of your French girls." He chuckled as I couldn't help but to burst out in laughter.

"Kōshi! Dear God, pray for me." I rolled my eyes at his form.

"Well at lea-." He had begun to say but I immediately cut him off at the sparkle of an idea.

"Wait! Don't move! You actually just gave me something I can work with." I almost shouted at him and hurried to get my art supplies.

Paying attention to the canvas and looking up at him every once in a while. I created an absolute masterpiece.

I had drew a picture of my dear Kōshi but he was on a serf board, riding a wave. It was silly but magnificent nonetheless to me.

When I had got done, I physically and mentally felt better. Noticing that Suga had almost fell asleep on the floor because of how long I took. I awoke him with a question.

"Kōshi, do you want to stay over tonight?" I questioned him, already walking over to my dresser getting the comfy clothes he wore last time.

"Thank you. I don't think I could walk home in this state." He gave me a small tired, but grateful smile.

"No, I should be thanking you. I'm so glad I got that piece of art done. I feel so much better, like a huge weight has been lifted from my shoulders."

"I'd do anything for you, sugar." He kissed my forehead and headed towards the bathroom.

I used that time to change into my pajamas, as well as turning on my fairy lights.

When he was done I had put everything away and climbed into my bed.

"You ready?" I mumbled getting into the comfortable strawberry printed covers I had.

"Of course. Goodnight sugar, I love you."

A smile graced my lips, "I love you too, so much." I cuddled against him, swarmed in blankets.

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a/n: this is from my "Haikyuu x Reader Oneshots" on Wattpad! I'm slowly trying to transition to Tumblr then to AO3! I hope you enjoyed and let me know if you want more!

the header is from Jimena Martinez on Pinterest

[freckledfenrir]

Doll 10

been working on a new AU

I absolutely love Ben 10 so I had to give my absolute favorite character a omnitrix. So now Doll has a omnitrix and can chaos an abundance of chaos and help others with her new alien superpowers @deadlystarchart helped me with design choices and aliens choices. My absolute favorite thing he suggested though was adding GhostFreak and I’m so glad he mentioned adding GhostFreak and giving a ripped fabric curtain look because I never would of thought of doing that and I’m really happy with how GhostFreak turned out.

(sorry this picture is kinda blurryish I’m short and my art desk is tall and this sketch book is long. It’s a miracle i even managed to get a photo) I just wanted to make a quick info sheet of basic info about the omnitrix for those who don’t know what Ben 10 is along with showing off how the whole watch looks. I most likely will change some colors in the future. Mainly recharge mode im not sure if I’m vibing with the pink color that I used. I’m also just worried the colors look too similar between modes and may be hard for some to differentiate the colors, so that’s what’s pushing me to change the colors for recharge and scan mode the most.

Here’s a close up of this drawing. I’m just happy with how it turned out so here it is again.

[curvykittyyssmutfics]

What You Need

A/N: too many au fantasy fics where Jordan is the fine ass neighborhood weedman consume me lately. Someone help! 😭 Also, I hope its clear when I refer to J as they or he and she. They when I or a character is vaguely talking about them in general; he or she to help differentiate between their ability to transition or whoever your being intimate with at the time. I hope that makes sense. Just wanted to put my own flavor on my stories but still respect the proper pronouns. I'd love feedback on my Jordan li fics. And please remember, these fics can take a long time to write so pretty please don't flag them as your content consumption is your responsibility. Anyway enjoy!

I step out my brand new stark white BMW, rolling my narrowed eyes as I scan the immediate vicinity. Not payin no mind to the group of dudes starin my way a few cars down, I realize Jordans ass aint nowhere to be found. Too many times over the years of em bein my connect, this mf done made me walk up them damn rickety stairs to grab my sack when they lyin ass specifically promised to be in the lot.

I'm already inna rush to get to my date with Dre. That's why was tryna get a little relaxation; I really didn't wanna show up all tense and hit him with all this attitude at once. A little me time to calm my nerves would do my ass some good after this nightmarish day. And maybe if the date goes well enough, Andre could gimme a hand with that too. Though its impossible to deny if the plug wasn't such a fuck boy, I'd be tryin to give them this work instead. But in no way am I finna compete with any of the hoes on their team.

Bending to reach into my ride, I snatch my cell from the cup holder and slam my car door. My nails click clack across the screen as I text Jordan. I'm already teetering on the edge of insanity so I'm not in the mood to be late or deal with their cocky ass attitude. This was so not supposed to be one of my usual pick ups that lasted over half an hour cause of their antics.

Me: you told me you'd be in the lot when I pulled up.

Not more than 10 seconds go by before I get a response.

This Fuckin Guy: my bad cutie, jus cum up here.

Me: i already let you know I had plans and to be down here this time.

This Fuckin Guy: ik but I had to serve last min. damn.

I roll my eyes as I read the word 'serve'. Yeah, they probably up there servin some lil bitch on her back. For some reason that thought got me on 10.

Me: cus you always wastin my time boy. but fine, i'm comin up.

Me: and my shit better be ready too.

This Fuckin Guy: whatchu need again?

This Fuckin Guy: nvm, Daddy knows exactly what you need..

This Fuckin Guy:

Nibbling my bottom lip softly, I stare at the pic of they fine ass way longer than I'd ever admit to em. Fuck, they just don't realize how many times I've woken up from random scenes of them starin at me like that before diggin me out. Panties and sheets be so fuckin drenched with my juices when I slid my fingers between my lower lips and replayed em back in my mind over and over.

It's so fuckin Jordan to be on standby waitin for some snarky ass remark back, I'm sure of it. But I dont give them the satisfaction, continuing to climb the stairs carefully in my dainty heels.

And I'm absolutely proud of the way I ignore the pounding and slick building between my thighs as I head up the last step and briskly walk to Jordan's apt. Damn I feel a bit pathetic from gettin so horny from a photo that wasn't even a shirtless, nude or dick pic.

I don't even get a chance to knock on the door as an attractive slim blonde with a messy bun and black skin tight leggings opens it. Her expression a bit shocked at first as we briefly stare at each other before she gives me a small smile and quickly walks towards the staircase. Of fuckin course they have some damn bimbo on her way out as I'm coming up. Typical fuckin Jordan. Can't even deny the girl was kinda bad though; that lil fact gone get Jordan popped fa sho.

"Really? Tryna fuck me right after you jus slid in sumn? Nasty ass.." I throw insults at them as soon as I step inside, slamming the door in hopes the lil hoe hears.

"Fuck you on about now?" Jordan's voice is bored from her spot on the couch as she rolls up, not even bothering to look my way.

"I'm speakin on the fact that you tryna hit right now but you got some broad leavin as I'm comin up. Like, the fuck?"

These hands rated E for everyone and they know that. I put a hand on my curvy hip and stare em down. Smoke is finna start steamin out my ears at Jordan's nonchalant behavior. Walkin up to the couch I flop down on the opposite side, full lips pressed into a thin line. Unfortunately my gaze melts more into eye fucking than the daggers I was jus hittin em with as I notice how attractive they are, so damn focused rollin the perfect blunt.

"I ain't fuck her." Tone of voice resembling one to use with a child; clearly she think I'm playin.

I follow the line the tip of her tongue makes as she finishes rolling the blunt. Damn, how I need to feel them doing that allover my fuckin body. I pray Jo ain't got super senses too, like I would just die inside if she could actually smell how wet I was for them right now.

"That right? Then why shawty hair was messy? And why you lookin relaxed as fuck, like you just took a load off? Talkin bout literally.."

"Ion know.. Why you ain't ask her? Told you, I had a order. And maybe I'm calm cause I'm always chill. You needa relax too, princess. Let's smoke."

Always tryna smoke ass; not sure how there's ever any left for them to sell. I roll my eyes at her slick ass, leaning back and folding my arms. Jordan finally looks up at me, dark brown eyes trailin down my frame slowly as she openly ogles my fit.

"Spark it then. But I can't stay long. I told you: I got plans tonight."

"Yeah, you said that. But you ain't say what you got planned the night."

"Cause that's nun ya concern-" my mouth is quick to slam shut at the penetrating stare I get before I can finish my thought.

I've seen that look before; would kill for a view of it while Jordan digs me out actually. (I almost whimper out loud as I envision just that. ) My attitude is immediately extinguished as she checks me without a sayin a fuckin word. She holds my gaze for a few seconds before casting her gaze back down, givin the blunt one last light lick. Clearly amused and feelin triumphant with how I'm put in my place, she openly grins. The silence only lasts half a minute be I speak again.

"Gotta date tonight." I say quietly, absolutely hating myself for how weak my voice comes out.

I expect another death stare but only receive a frown and flared nostrils as Jordan continues to look down. And then more silence. So I speak up again.

"You mad?" Tone a bit stronger this time.

That gets me someneye contact.

"The fuck you think?"

"Well, you shouldn't be since you just-"

"Why you so worried if I'm fuckin when you clearly tryna get ran through tonight?"

The question is like a whip across the face. My cheeks heat as shame flushes through me. My mouth open and closes a few times, struggling to respond. Jordan waits for my response with a confident smirk, transitioning before pulling in a big hit.

"I'm not- I.. That's not why-"

I'm interrupted as he leans over to my side of the couch, grabbing my neck and pulling me in. Sexy ass taking advantage of my lips parting in shock at his grip to blow smoke into my mouth. I take it in without a thought, immediately becoming pliant for him as I inhale. It feels so fucking intimate I want more in an instant.

"Who's the date with?" His fine ass asks me softly, hand still lightly grasping my throat. His thumb rubs my skin there lightly as he takes this moment to assess my fit again.

"Andre." I answer on an exhale, mesmerized by the way he licks at his pretty pink bottom lip.

That makes him pop his gaze back to me, his hold a bit firmer as he reconnects with my y/e/c eyes.

"You not fuckin goin, ma. We clear."

"We're clear."

My response is instantaneous and I have no idea who've I've become in this moment. What I am painfully aware is that he's gettin hard, silver basketball shorts doin nothing to hide his yummy fuckin girth.

Clearly my pussy is way more interested in gettin piped by Jordan than Dre; our close proximity has my desperate empty cunt clenching nonstop. I feel like I'll combust if they don't touch me soon.

"What a good fuckin girl you can be. Who knew?"

The praise has the softest of sounds bubbling from my lips as he takes a longer drag, leanin forward to give me another hit. Since this one's bigger, it has my mind a bit hazy as I exhale. I close my eyes, arms droppin to my lap as I enjoy the high and his big palms wrapped around my neck. A shiver of arousal runs through my frame as he moves to whisper at my ear.

"You like when I tell you how good you are for me? Cause you are honey." I moan an affirming 'mm hm' as Jordan licks and kisses at the sensitive spot behind my lobe. "In fact, can fuck my good girl like she need. Is that what you want? Huh? Itchin for Daddy to slide in them guts? I can.. And I will princess. Gonna get that lil pussy creamin round my cock in no time."

I should be shamed in how my head nods rapidly without my permission, mouth opening to say yes but moaning like a whore instead. I'm completely in shambles, loving the way my welcoming high enhances my craving for his cock.

"Lay back then. Show me how pretty that pussy is." He demands, releasing me and gesturing to the carpet with one hand as he takes a hit and sets the blunt down in the ashtray with the other.

Normally I would at least try to be sensual, make a show of it but I'm too tense right now. I don't even bother to undress as I lay on my back as quick as I can manage, swiftly slippin of my heels and throwing them aside. I'm so thankful for the access the deep slits my fit provides. I only need to spread my thighs and pull my salmon colored thong to the side.

"Damn that lil kitty.. So beautiful, look how she flutters at me baby. Think she want Daddy to come play in it."

Those dirty words make me hungry; fuckin pulsating at how he talks to me. I watch lustfully at the way Jordan stands and strips to his snug black boxer briefs. He smiles at me like he knows something I don't. Get goosebumps from how he stares down at me like he wants to wreck me.

I'm salivating when he pulls his long cock out through the opening and starts shows off. He strokes from tip to the base slowly, starin between my legs like hes inna trance. Dark brown eyes intently focused on the way wetness starts to stream from my slit to my juicy brown ass. I'm so jealous of the way he milks drops of precum on every upward stroke, consistent little grunts of pleasure spilling from him; I want that pleasure.

"Come on Daddy, I'm so ready for it." I goad him.

"Mmm. Fuckin lil slut for me know that?" He groans as he gets on his knees between my legs.

"Yeeees, I knooow." I moan out to his fine ass. "Wish you'd do somethin bout it already."

Grippin the base of his dick, he swipes back and forth through the excess moisture leakin from my slit while grabbing the blunt to take another hit.

"Aight, bet. Legs: shoulders."

I stall for just a moment at his simple request before obeying, setting an ankle at each of his shoulders slowly. My tummy clenches at the thought of the deep fuck I'm about to receive.

Jordan grunts lowly, slidin through once more before slappin my clit thrice with his twitching length. My wails are fuckin thunderous, dramatic ass fuck as an intense sensation swirls in my pulsing cunt. Too damn sensitive, soggy little button throbbing ferociously, I miss the descent of his cock to my drenched hole as the sensations flow throughout my overwhelmed frame.

"Damn you so noisy, baby. Ooooh fuck, Daddy gone enjoy this shit."

He moves forward, tip of his dick pushing at my opening as I groan in absolute peril at his thickness. Gripping and yanking at the plush carpet, breath punching out as his mean ass pulls back and thrusts into me sharply. The deep rumbling moan in his chest has a warmth lickin up my spine as my lil puss struggles to strangle the first few inches of his fat cock.

"Waitwaitwait. Pleeease Jo, please! Sobig, too much. Juswait, juswait.." I whine, releasing the carpet to slap and push at his toned chest and abs.

"No." Jordan snaps, snatching my wrists together and bringing the blunt back to his lips with his free hand.

"Do what you need to take this dick cept that. Do that shit again and it's up." He says, thick smoke billowing from his nose as he gazes at me ferally.

His pace to start is fuckin lethal. I'm already cock drunk when he pulls out and stabs in half way repeatedly, hastily dropping the blunt back in the ashtray. My toes curl at the feeling of him fucking me so roughly. Each thrust gives way for the next, helps make me even slicker so he can slide in further. It's happening too quick, he's digging me out faster than I can breathe. My freshly waxed eyebrows pull together as I yank at his grip on my wrists.

"Oooh shit, that feels sooo good. Yeeees, y/n. Can't believe I'm in these guts. Mmmmfuck, don't fight it. You wanted this shit, right?" He asks, serving me powerful precise jabs.

I realize now that my lids are shut tight, eyes rolled back; my mouth open wide as I sob at the intense fucking I'm receiving. For the sake of satisfying him I offer two jerky nods to his question, pussy walls fluctuating sporadically around his prick.

"Not even in all th-the way. Gone let me all the way inside ma?"

I wish I could've stopped the involuntary 'nooooo' that I moan but at this point my brain is becoming mush. It should be illegal for how fast Jordans reduced me to an incoherent mess.

"Ahhhhh y/n, thas not nice. Why you so mean to me all the time?"

Jordan's teasing damn near falls on deaf ears as he takes my right ankle and adds it with the other. Freeing my wrists he places a thumb on my clit and rubs quickly, holding both legs over his left shoulder. My hands quickly find their place back into the carpet, yanking handfuls as he sadistically unravels me with pure amusement on his face.

It's a surprise I don't deafen us both with the shrieks being forced from me. His frenzied pace increases as he spears me over and over, staring intently at the way I take his cock. My orgasm is so dangerously fuckin close to the surface and I hope he's ready.

"Oooh my go- shit! Ain't neva had a pussy so tight, so fuckin weeeet round my shit. Gone let me keep her all to myself? Huh ma?"

"Yesyesyesyes!"

My crazed chants is the best I can do at this moment as he molds the shape of his dick to my walls. Overwhelmed and overstimulated would be an understatement; finna have me gushin his dick in under 5 and that's a fuckin record for me.

"Good giirrrl, pretty. Ah, ah, this- aahhh God.. This my pussy now y/n. You mine now. Got it?"

Fuck me all these questions don't help my scrambled mind. This a fuckin quiz or something? My response is a garbled jumbled mess of high pitched keens.

"I said do you fuckin understand?" He growls out with one brow raised, passionately drilling my pussy faster.

"YesJo, yeeees! 'M sorry, 'm sorry. SosorryDaddy- please!" I keen in hopes of some type of mercy.

But I get none. Tears track done my cheeks like a heavy rain on a stormy night from being subjugated to this all-consuming pleasure.

"Awww, you look so cute when you cry on my dick baby. Thas it, take it just like that for me. Uhhhfuck, gonna give my perfect princess a big ass nut. Know you want it too y/n; gonna make you leak wit it."

Thanks to his persistence he actually slides into the hilt. I wonder if he can see his long fat cock in my tummy. He's so fuckin big that I wouldn't be surprised. A chuckle reaches my ears as I feel the dam about to burst.

"Mmmm.. Naw ma, wish I could see my fuckin dick in ya tummy-"

Christ, I didn't even know I was voicing my fried ass thoughts. Such a fuckin shame it's at that moment I come and unfortunately miss the rest of his sentence. My cunt compresses the dick that's hell bent on unraveling me from the inside out. The pleasure spikes and my back arches as I fight to accept it. I shake like a leaf as he fucks me fiercely, fingers speeding on my beating little button. A clear stream splatters against his lower body as he praises my efforts.

"Did so good for meeeee, ah ah ah fuck! Mmm, hell yeah y/n! Pleeease gimme my reward! Earned it didn't I? Need it so bad, so fuckin bad! Cuuum baby! Good girl, good girl! GOOD. FUCKIN GIRL!"

I give him two more squirts as he punctuates his words with searingly deep stabs before a heavy warmth blooms in my achy abused little puss. Fuck me, the sensation of Jordan filling my cunt like he owns me is addicting; so damn soothing to the battering I just received. Almost feels like a soothing balm applied to a sore limb. And God damn if he ain't so damn loud as he comes to his end, complementing my poor over used lil puss over and over.

He ceases rubbing my clit to grip both of my legs in a bear hug and creampie me till his nut begins to leak out generously from around his dick. Daddy leaves kisses up and down my calves and legs as he roars out the last of his pleasure. Wish I could snap a pic of the way he tosses his head back before dropping it forward, puffing out heavy grunts of my name; his hips giving stuttering circles as he drains the last bit of his cream into me.

Finally, I'm able to gulp in some air as he hips halt their sweet torture, both of us huffing like we just finished a marathon. Jordan sits back on his haunches, palms sliding down to pull my ass into his lap with both hands. He stays just like that, big dick slowly beginning to soften within me. Daddy looks so fuckin handsome: so damn flushed and sweaty, long damp strands of hair fall into his face; pretty eyes low from smoking and all the work he just put in as he gazes at me with a endearing expression. I press a shaky hand to his chest, feeling his heart race just as fast as mine.

"Get what you need, ma?" He asks, smile dazzling the fuck outta me.

"Yes Daddy."

[notmyprey]

Pt 2 of this

I sit there crying for a while. I can feel Clair shaking inside my stomach. She's probably crying, too, but I can't hear her over my own sobs.

Soon, my tears devolve into sniffles, and I hear her muffled sniffling as well. I instinctively rub my hand against the sheets on my bed, trying to find a way to calm myself down.

Soon, my heart settles, and I take a moment to try to understand what is happening. Clair is, somehow, inside my stomach, that I know for certain. I also know that she is smaller than me, decently smaller, but even then, she isn't small enough for me to swallow. It, by all means, does not make sense.

As I think about the situation at hand, another thought crosses my mind. Is this a dream? It can't be. Everything feels too real. But, even knowing that, I still find myself using a technique I read that helps differentiate dreams from reality.

I look at a poster, read the words, look away, and then look back to see if they change. Of course, they didn't change.

I sigh, I just can't wrap my head around anything right now. My brain feels foggy, probably from all the crying I was doing.

I hear and feel a small gurgle come from my stomach, forcing me to look down.

It is so strange. Little parts of my stomach jut out in weird ways, each bump seeming to move constantly. But the weirdest part is that Clair is right there. Right under my skin. If I just reach out with my hand, I will be able to feel her, not only inside me but also with my hand.

Without thinking, and without the panic and guilt I was feeling earlier, I put my hand on top of where Clairs head was under my skin.

My touch makes her squirm a bit, almost as if she is trying to move away from me. It is a sensation that I never thought I would feel. What was sickening only moments ago now feels like butterflies, not unlike the feeling you feel when near someone you care for, and with each touch, one flutters.

She shifts again, and I cant help but smile. I now find that I am starting to feel better, almost happy, about the situation at hand. Yes, it feels strange still. But it's starting to be in less of a bad way. I am perfectly full, making me tired. The only person that I truly care for is here, right under my skin. Maybe I can let myself be happy about this. It's peaceful, and I couldn't be more grateful to have Clair so close.

That is until I hear her start to cry again, and I quickly discard any ounce of joy I have been getting from this. My heart breaks all over again, this time, though, from the fact I had decided to disregard her feelings so quickly. How could I be so mean? She obviously isn't enjoying this, and I shouldn't either.

I remove my hand, "I'm sorry." I wisper, a new guilt festering.

"Can you try again, p-please?" Clair said through tears.

I don't waste any time and quickly begin heaving, trying to force her into my throat. Again, nothing happens except for Clair being smashed even more than she is already.

I can't think of what to say. She doesn't want to be here. I can't just tell her that I can't get her out, I can't disappoint her like that. But I also can't just lie, get her hopes up, and break her all over again.

"Clair?" I bring my hand up, wanting to hold her even closer, but decide against it, and place my hand back down.

I hear another sniffle and a quick shove, followed by Clair moving around. Quickly though, she stops and asks in a defeated tone, "You can't get me out still, can you?"

"Im sorry. I-I promise I didn't mean to do this. I dont even know how you ended up..." I pause, staring down at my stomach, "in here..." I trail off, ashamed.

Clair stiffens, her only movement being her breathing. "You dont remember what you did? You dont remember going bat shit and scarfing me down?" She spat, her voice low and icy.

"No, I-I dont..."

"The fuck you dont." I feel a sharp pain, any it quickly registers that Clair had kicked me. "I dont- I dont understand why. I just- I'm supposed to be your friend, and I thought... I thought..." Slowly, her anger turns into sadness once more.

"Clair," I say, my voice breaking, "please. You have to believe me. I don't remember-"

I feel another sharp kick, this one aimed at my lungs, knocking the wind out of me. "I dont need to believe you." She asserts, hurt seeping into her voice.

"Clair, I can't get you out. Please, I promise I tried. I don't want you to be here. I didn't want this..." My tears drip down on top of my stomach with a gentle splatt, then drip downward.

"I just want out. I hate it... Please... Please.."

[khaire-traveler]

Hello! I am creating an Aphrodite informational sheet for my grimoire. So far I have a list of offerings, and some prayers I wrote. Im feeling a little lost on what other things I should put in it. I was thinking of putting some of her stories, but im unsure of what else I should put or where to start.

Any advice would be greatly appreciated. thank you

Hey there, Nonny, thank you for the ask!

You could try adding a list of her sacred symbols, plants, animals, and the like (doves, swans, roses, pearls, seafoam, etc.). Things that you personally associate her with could also be helpful (with this, I mean specifically UPG). You could also try adding a section of "how she presents to you" and include appearances in dreams/meditations (if any), how her energy feels (if applicable), specific cards she identified herself with in tarot or card divination (if applicable) - that kind of stuff that is personal to you and your experience with her. It could be helpful in the future if you need to identify or differentiate her from another deity.

If it interests you, maybe also including a brief list of her celebrated festivals and what they were about. You could even create or add your own holidays. Also dealing with the more religious side of things, you could include a list of hymns dedicated to her, both self-made and Orphic or Homeric hymns (you can find free lists of both hymns on Theoi.com). You don't have to write the entire hymn out for the Orphic or Homeric - just the hymn number is enough that you'd be able to easily identify it in the future if you looked it up. I would suggest a brief description of what the hymns are specifically praising Aphrodite for as well, in case you're ever looking for something specific.

I'm sure there are many other things you could include as well, but these are what I could come up with off the top of my head. If you need any more help, please feel free to reach out again. Take care, and have a good day/night! 🧡

[death-door]

Danganronpa Re-Awaken

💀

It's Gone.

It's Finally over.

Danganronpa is over.

For Good.

💀

Shuichi Saihara watched the mismatched sky. The screen looked like broken glass that you would see on a broken television screen, and it had an ample binding light that could blind a person.

He was shaking, especially after what happened. The killing game had caused them so much pain, which turned into a hopeful outcome: they would finally escape.

Of course, He wasn't alone.

Maki Harukawa and Himiko Yumeno, people who were once strangers and now by his side as friends, saw the broken skies that were once their prison. They approached the edge with nothing but the endless ground.

Himiko held Shuichi's arm, gulping as they looked down.

"No bottom," Shuichi remarked, "it's like a core, this building. Anywhere outside the core, nothing exists."

"Then how do we escape from here?" Maki asked, "I feel like it's grabbing us, to bring us closer."

"Perhaps walking through?" Himiko recommended. "I do feel like it's easier for us."

"Maybe it's the outside world?" I assumed.

Maki nodded as she approached the binding light, the supposed bottomless pit slowly forming beneath her feet. She carefully approached the cracked wall and, without hesitation, submerged her arm.

As soon as she did, she gasped in discomfort. But she didn't pull back.

"It's safe, it may sting, but I promised you, it's not painful." Maki stammered for a moment. "But I do feel more at peace."

Himiko and Shuichi shared a glance before going towards Maki's side.

"It's… it's enchanting," Himiko gasped.

Shuichi couldn't help but nod along. They stood for a moment, not even once moving as if they feared they would cease to exist if they had entered, but they could hope, could they?

"Are you ready?" She asked, "are you ready to leave this hell?"

"I'm more than ready," Himiko nodded. "It's much better than being here with all the death that followed us."

"Yes, we should be going."

The trio nodded before entering the unknown.

💀

"Doctor!" A shy voice gasped as the machine beeped.

"What is it, Mikan?"

"Subject 2's vitals are high, same as Subject 4 and 15! They've escaped the virtual world!"

The Doctor nodded as she grabbed her records. "Call the families immediately, and tell them the great news." She smiled. "And Mikan?"

Mikan looks over, hovering over the cell. "Y-yes?"

"Would you like to see your brother when he awakes?"

Mikan smiles sadly and nods. "That'll be nice. Thank you."

"Of course. I'll see to it."

💀

Shuichi gasped as he felt a sudden jolt. His body ached, his mind pounding, his ears ringing, and a beeping was heard in the background. His vision was blurry, but he saw the ceiling above him.

A hospital is not a sight you want to see after being unconscious for who knows how long. Nonetheless, it's a better sight than his dorm room back at the school, which he regrettably called a home.

He turned to see a doctor by the door examining her notes. He figured it was a sheet of him, the many others, and our old information. It didn't improve him, but he appreciated a new human after so long.

"H-hello?" Shuichi coughed.

The Doctor looked up from her paperwork and smiled.

"Hello Shuichi," she smiled. I'm Dr. Himiya, and it's an honor to tell you that you and your friends are flawlessly healthy. Vitals have told us that no side effects have occurred."

"Thank you, but unfortunately my mind has been quite a shamble."

"That's normal. Every Danganronpa survivor has given us different results, which was a recurrent one." The Doctor hummed and looked back at her notes. "Now, what is the last thing you remember?"

"A binding light, one that could blind a person, and it came from a broken screen. We walked past it and now…I'm here."

Dr. Himiya smiled and looked into her notes. "As we expected, you have Saihara's memories."

"Saihara?" Shuichi repeated.

"Oh, we used it as a system to differentiate between you and your Danganronpa persona," Dr. Himiya explained. "It helps you know who we speak of."

"But…what does that make me?"

"Shuichi."

"I mean…"

"Oh, I know, Shuichi. It does get confusing after a while, but our other clients have used it perfectly."

Shuichi nods and rests against his bed. "Thank you, but what about my old memories?"

"I'm glad you asked." She took a flashlight out of her hands and grinned."Tsumugi gave us this, and our scientists have examined and rewired it so you can receive your memories of your past."

"I… I know," Shuichi stuttered. I have been affected by it in…"

"She informed me, but she tested it on herself, and all lost memories returned in an instant after 24 hours. So please tell me if you have some nervous thoughts or questions." The Doctor hummed.

"Is this what happened to the others?"

"Yes, it works perfectly," says The Doctor. Mr. Hinata has stated that all memories come as he sleeps, which is most effective for memory recovery."

"Are the others ok?" Shuichi asked, hoping for a good answer.

"Yes, we have many doctors here to check every aspect in case of side effects. We vowed to help you after your mother clarified what has happened."

He looked down. "And Team Danganronpa?'

"Found and arrested. It's still a shock to the public that the show that brought them some twisted comfort could do these things without a shred of remorse."

She got up and took a hat. "Your brother came by the other day," she started," he came by and wanted to gift this to you."

The Doctor gave Shuichi an oddly familiar hat. Was this the hat he disregarded in the killing game? Did he actually have it in the real world? He stared at it and felt it more, and I found a photo inside it. It was him and Kokichi, seemingly as kids, at the park, with Kokichi smiling, revealing a missing tooth, and Shuichi hiding behind the same hat he was holding. Even in the real world, Shuichi was a shy kid.

"He missed you," The Doctor whispered. "He confided in me that he hated Ouma and wanted to redeem his actions. He knows that isn't much, considering that you are still Saihara at the moment."

Shuichi didn't respond, but he smiled at the photo. He turned it over and saw a written note.

'Hey, Sleepyhead ❤! Look what I found, our photo and your old hat! I brought it here, and I hope you have it now ;-)! I missed you, and so did everyone else! Wake up soon, Shumai!

From your loving little brother, Kokichi.'

Shuichi couldn't help but smile again. His heart warmed, and he knew what he had to do.

"I'm ready for my memories, Doctor," Shuichi gulped, "although I am nervous. I want to see everyone again."

She smiled and took the flashlight. "You may feel breathless when it flashes, but that's your body falling asleep."

Shuichi nodded and closed his eyes, readying himself for impact.

"See you when you wake up."

The flash happened, and like that, it became dark again.

[whoisthatcreepoverthere]

Pt. 1 of the Character Sheet is here! Part 2 will probably have some other sketches- like alt outfits and some small notes, plus any information that I don't have here given I figure it out by then.

So let's talk about her. Number one: same design, same current team, home region and given name for both verses. This is will likely stay the same if I end up self-shipping with any other characters or OCs. I may end up giving her different family names to help differentiate between them.

I didn't get to play BW or BW2 growing up, hence I will need to do some research before I give her a specific hometown- I'll update this when I do. DPPT/BDSP! Rachel moved to Sinnoh before she was old enough to participate in the Gym Challenge, I'm not sure if Gen Verse!Rachel completely grew up in Unova, or not. She is currently doing the Paldean Gym challange.

As for her team, I decided that I wanted most of her mons to be ones that are available in BW, SV, and BDSP. Though I allowed her to have up to two active team members who are trades- in the case of DPPT/BDSP! Rachel, it's Hatterene and Chandelure. If Gen Verse! stayed in Unova until adulthood, it could be Hatterene (unless it's a recent capture).

Ask me about her!

[its-an-obsession]

Anti-Hero

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Summary: Loving yourself never comes easy to anyone. For some people, it's harder to understand. After coming out of a relationship, you never fully loved yourself until you met Steve Harrington. He was the one that has always reminded you of how perfect you are. On one particular today, you don't feel like yourself, but Steve helps you remember how perfect you are.

Notes:

Y/N/N: Your Nick Name

Y/L/N: Your Last Name

Warnings:

Trouble with self-image

Angst (maybe???)

Steve Harrington x-reader

Steve, Robin, and I sat together. I was trying to help Robin study for her calculus final this Friday. She has been a nervous wreck all week. "Okay, what's an integral?" I asked, flipping through her notecards. Her chin sat on her hand, her fingers tapping the table.

I have this thing where I get older but just never wiser Midnights become my afternoons When my depression works the graveyard shift All of the people I've ghosted stand there in the room

Steve looked up from his textbook to see if our friend knew the answer. "Um," she cleared her throat, "the reverse operation of a differentiation?" Robin looked at me for approval. I smiled and nodded my head. My friend sighed and leaned back in her seat. Steve chuckled to himself and went back to 'writing' his notes for our next assignment.

I shifted in my seat, wishing I hadn't worn this sweater. I had just gotten it and probably should've washed it before wearing it. "You okay?" Steve said quietly. "Yeah. This sweater is just really itchy," I complained. "Well, you could just take it off," Steve winked. I rolled my eyes and shook his gaze.

Robin's face scrunched at Steve's expression. She dropped her face when Steve glanced at her. Every once in and awhile, my boyfriend looked my way as I began to feel uncomfortable in the sweater. He leaned over and spoke so only I could hear. "I think you look very pretty," he muttered. He nudged my shoulder so I could look up at him.

He kissed my forehead just as the bell rang. The three of us stood up to head to class. Steve and I had our Biology final, while Robin had her Art final. "Good luck, Robin. I know you'll do great," I said. She thanked me and went down the opposite way. Steve put an arm around my shoulders. "You okay?" he asked.

I nodded. Steve dropped it, and we walked into class. He sat on the other side of the classroom while I went to the other. Our teacher decided to separate the groups to see if that would help us concentrate, but I'm not sure if that'll help. "Good afternoon, class," Ms. Smith greeted, "You will have two hours to complete this exam. After you are finished, bring the test to me and go back to your seats."

She took out the packets from her desk. Our teacher separated them by rows and handed them to the people at the front. Everyone passed them back. I pulled out my pencil, leaning over to ask Erica to hand a pencil to Steve. My boyfriend looked over his shoulder and thanked me with a smile.

I winked at him and started my test when our teacher waved us to begin. It was intimidating to see everyone else finishing the test before me, but I was able to finish with just thirty minutes to spare. I began drawing on a separate sheet of paper.

I should not be left to my own devices They come with prices and vices, I end up in crisis I wake up screaming from dreaming One day I'll watch as you're leaving, 'cause you got tired of my scheming

I hadn't realized that the bell rang. I was in my own little world. Steve walked over to me and tapped me on the shoulder. "Hey," he said, "You ready for lunch?" I nodded and stood up from the desk.

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(Later)

"I don't know what's wrong. I'm worried about her, Nancy," Steve said, running a hand through his hair. "Worried about who?" I asked, joining our friends for lunch. He looked up from his pasta. He glimpsed at Nancy. "Oh, he was telling me that he's worried for Robin," she said.

I nodded and took out a sandwich my mom made for me this morning. "I don't blame her. Calculus is hard," I said, taking a sip of my water. Nancy nodded in agreement. She smiled as Jonathan sat down.

Robin soon joined the other side of me, her plate covered in different types of food. I looked at her with raised brows. "What? Art class brings an appetite out of me," she shrugged. "How was that final, by the way?" I asked. "It was fine. I'm hoping my sketches were good enough," she answered. For the rest of lunch, we talked about our midterms and what we were doing over the weekend.

My boyfriend and I planned to take a trip to Lovers Lake with Nancy and Jonathan. Nancy had been talking about it all week; she wanted to provide the snacks, meaning she and her mother would be making them.

"Y/N, Steve. How did the Biology exam go? I need the details before I step foot in Ms. Smith's classroom," Jonathan asked. "It was easy, surprisingly," Steve replied, "It was just those graphs we studied, and we have to label some cell parts." Jonathan nodded, taking a bite of his lunch. I thought it was a little easy. Biology was kind of an okay subject for me.

It's me, hi, I'm the problem, it's me At tea time, everybody agrees I'll stare directly at the sun but never in the mirror It must be exhausting always rooting for the anti-hero

When it came to different terminology or finding the correct definitions, I'd always get stumped. Nancy had helped Steve and me study for the midterm. I just hoped that was enough to get me a better grade in the class.

Steve noticed that I had grown quiet after the mention of our Biology midterm. Lunch ended, and it was time for us to head to the library, given that we had a free period. I wanted to head home, but I knew my parents wouldn't like me leaving early, especially during midterm week.

The two of us walked back to the library. "Are you sure you're okay?" Steve asked, sitting down across from me. I nodded, not wanting to worry him. But something tells me that even saying I was fine probably made him more worried. Steve knew what went through my head regardless if I told him or not.

He was aware of my problems with self-image, I was getting better, but some days were harder than others. I had a great support system, and I thanked Steve for that every day. Today, for example, wearing this sweater that I thought I liked was really putting me in a different mood.

Sometimes I feel like everybody is a sexy baby And I'm a monster on the hill Too big to hang out, slowly lurching toward your favorite city Pierced through the heart but never killed

And Steve could tell just by me zoning out or the constant nodding in assurance or words such as 'I'm fine' and 'I'm okay' with an unconvincing smile. At times, it felt like I was my own anti-hero, taking myself down for no reason. My mom always told me that those thoughts were the cons of growing up.

I mean, I guess she's right. We grow up in our bodies, so why do we treat ourselves badly? I pulled out my textbook to finish my study guide; that way, I wouldn't have to do it when I got home.

Steve promised he would help my brother practice for Lacrosse tryouts, and he asked me to be the ref. Steve never played Lacrosse, but his father did in college, so he's learned a thing or two.

Steve did anything but look at his book. Steve smiled at me when he saw my head stuck in my book. He pulled the edge of the book towards himself, but I brought it back to me. "Don't study too hard. Your eyes will pop out of her head," he teased.

He chuckled when my eyes met his. The corners of his mouth lifted, smiling at my nose scrunching at his comment. "What's wrong?" I whispered. "Nothing. I just think you should take a break," Steve thought. "Steve, we've been in the library for five minutes," I clarified.

Steve rolled his eyes and leaned back in his seat. He tapped his hands on the desk, acting like the table was a drum set. I looked over my shoulder to see the librarian scowling at my boyfriend. I hid my laugh with a cough. Steve sunk in his seat and sent a look my way. "Shut up," he muttered. "Make me," I replied, flipping to another page in my book.

Did you hear my covert narcissism I disguise as altruism Like some kind of congressman? I wake up screaming from dreaming One day I'll watch as you're leaving And life will lose all its meaning

He lightly kicked my leg, causing me to jump at the touch. Steve smirked to himself and finally grabbed his notebook. I shook my head in amusement and went back to my own little world where I escaped every now and then. Another thing my mother would always point out, "Sometimes going into your own reality isn't always a good thing, honey."

I'd roll my eyes at her comment. My father would disagree and claim that's where I get my most thinking done. He's always been someone who has supported me. He's got this carefree and jumpy personality that my brother and I loved, including Steve. Then, my mind goes to another part of my reality that reminds me of how different I am from my family.

I've never been an active person. Sure, I did dance and soccer when I was younger, but now that I'm getting close to college. I have no clue what I want to do with my life. My parents often say that I should do whatever I want with my life, but it's kind of hard to figure that out at age eighteen. Steve tells me not to beat myself up about it.

It's me, hi, I'm the problem, it's me At tea time, everybody agrees I'll stare directly at the sun but never in the mirror It must be exhausting always rooting for the anti-hero

The last bell rang for the day. Finally! It was time to head home. Steve's arm found its place on my shoulders on our way to his car. We said goodbye to our friends before driving to my place. My brother was still at school, but Steve wanted to set up my yard for Timmy, my brother.

My fingers tapped on the armrest as the radio played. Steve turned up the volume, noticing me bopping my head to the melody. He glanced at me and smiled. We pulled into the driveway and walked inside. "I'm gonna get changed. I'll be right back," I told Steve.

He gave me a thumbs up, stepping into the kitchen to grab a snack. I changed into my father's sweatshirt and shorts, immediately feeling more comfortable in these clothes. I loved the way the soft fabric of the sweatshirt touched my skin. It almost felt like I getting a hug the whole time I wore it.

I rubbed the side of the sleeves as I walked into the kitchen. Steve leaned against the counter, eating an apple and reading a book. I chuckled softly. "What?" he looked up with a portion of the apple in his mouth. "You look so philosophical," I said. His leg was propped on the cabinet, and he wore his favorite red sweater.

Steve looked at his position and attire before looking back at me. He caught on and put the book down. "What were you even reading?" I walked over to him. I noticed it was my grandmother's old cookbook. I let out another laugh. "What? It looked interesting," Steve defended himself.

"The art of making squash soup sounded interesting to you?" I held up the blue and green book. "Yeah," he said, taking another bite of the fruit. I wiped a bit of juice the apple had spread. Steve leaned into my touch.

I have this dream my daughter-in-law kills me for the money She thinks I left them in the will The family gathers 'round and reads it, and then someone screams out, "She's laughing up at us from hell"

He looked like he was going to ask me something but didn't know how to properly say it. I took my hand off his face and thought of getting something for myself. I opened the fridge and scanned over the shelves. "Y/N/N, can I ask you a question?" Steve set his foot on the ground.

"Sure. You can ask me anything," I said, picking up a small bottle of orange juice and a cheese stick. Steve sighed and turned to me with his side against the kitchen island. "I know I've asked this all day, but I'd like to get a true response," Steve said, "We're always honest with one another, but today I feel like there is something that you're not telling me."

I closed the fridge, partially knowing what he was going to ask me. I leaned against the appliance with my eyes on the tiled flooring. I traced the triangle pattern along the edges. "Is it something that I've done? If it is, tell me, and I can fix it," Steve stepped towards me with open hands. I shook my head and looked up at him for the first time since getting my snack.

It's me, hi, I'm the problem, it's me It's me, hi, I'm the problem, it's me It's me, hi, everybody agrees, everybody agrees

"I don't think you can fix this," I said. Steve's brows furrowed. I looked up at the ceiling fan to prevent myself from getting emotional. Steve stood beside me but made sure to keep a good distance. "Today's been hard," I spoke, "I know I'm getting better at not looking at myself as the anti-hero, but some days that idea just can't seem to escape my head."

Steve watched me as I expressed what was going through my head all day or all the time. He hesitated at first but laced his hand with mine. "I know you said I can't fix this, but I sure as hell am going to try and fix it," Steve said. He reached down and kissed the top of my head.

"I love you for you," he said, "I love your smart brain. I love the way you look at things differently. And I especially love how you go along with my shitty pickup lines. Robin might think they're stupid, but you never stop to make me smile with your comebacks." He wrapped his arms around me tightly. "I love you too," I said, earning another kiss on the forehead.

It's me, hi, I'm the problem, it's me At tea time, everybody agrees I'll stare directly at the sun but never in the mirror It must be exhausting always rooting for the anti-hero

Taglist: @b-ritney @ramaalkayyali @midnightstar-90 @nix-rose

[screen-universe-official-thingie]

The Doctor is in. (CW: Knife! And a very saturated background)

Here she is!! The deranged plague doctor/tragic Disney Princess actress!! While the Butcher Vanity arc is technically done, there's some extra stuff I have in mind, which is drawing the plague doctors after their respective patients. Cindy goes first because yeah. The art looked pretty different in my head, but this one looks just as good too.

I was planning on posting this along side with her character sheet, but eh, I wanna show you all her lore and sheet first. There are some bits from her character design sheet I didn't draw for this piece because it'd get in the way or something.

If I have a nickel for every time an angsty para painting references both how depressed a Fictional got from so many losses and have their canon personas make a cameo because it's loosely tied to their trauma in some way, I'd have two nickels...

Yeah, her canon persona is in her knife's reflection. It's based on this design of Cinderella

I honestly don't like it as much, her hair doesn't go well with her face shape imo. Though, this specific design being the reflection looks neat in my head, so I stuck with it. Not to mention that it helped differentiate between the two versions, so that's a plus.

Close ups

Here's her character sheet and lore for more info.

Edit: Forgive me, for I might have forgotten a finger for Cindy. Uhhh, pretend it's out of view.

[justamethyst3]

Quite the curious jellyfish. Often ostracized by other sea folk for his… many oddities.

Rui’s usually seen by himself, or with his cousin, Mafuyu, or his childhood friends, Emu, Toya, and Mizuki.

He takes a lot of interest in human people and the surface, though that’s too dangerous for anyone (except maybe the sirens and sirens-in-training) to go to. But he certainly wishes he could explore the surface world, or just learn more about human people.

Rui enjoys exploring shipwrecks for treasure or other goods with Emu (whenever she’s allowed out of the castle), though any chance he gets (usually late at night), he’ll sneak off to his mom’s old workshop and attempt to figure out what her notes mean (shh, don’t tell Dad).

If he’s not doing either, he’s probably at home doing his electricity training with his dad, lazing about the house, out with his friends, or tending to his little coral garden in the backyard (which doesn’t really need tending to, but it’s his little place to calm himself and clear his mind when needed).

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Rui's finished, yippee!!!

It feels weird to not render him or anything (although I couldn't resist adding a little color to his face lolol), but his ref sheet is finished now :D

I haven't done the other part of his ref sheet yet, but I'll save that for the end of arc 1 / start of arc 2 (whenever we get there... and if I remember) 👀

(Also, yes, I gave him 12 tentacles to have the RuiKasa number there lolol)

And I hope the way his tentacles are make sense??? I left them color coded to help differentiate them and also left the "guide" for them, but I can try to clarify further if it doesn't make much sense 😅

Next redesign is Mafuyu's, so I'll be starting on that soon-ish hehe

Also want to add that I'm ok with fanart for my AU, if anyone ever wants to draw Rui or the others whenever I get around to doing the rest (as long as it's SFW, ofc) :D

I added a close-up of the color palette without any filters, just in case hehe

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time : 9 hr 38 min

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