#these are technically older doodles but they fit the ask i think?

[el-pada]

If you’re still doing doodle requests can you draw one of the villains 🙏🙏🙏 please they’re all so goofy

does this count

[emsartwork]

i forgot to add: how do design ????!?!??????

So I’m not expert but this is how I think of character design! (also sry if you were asking about clothing/outfit design thats a little different)

under the cut because this is long im so sorry

So in my opinion there are three really important aspects for character design!

AESTHETIC: obviously everybody’s aesthetic is different, but this is more about what vibe the character has, what makes them THEM design wise. 

INTENTION: who is the character supposed to be? this can range from their personality, their back story, their occupation, or their role in the story, but the design need to fit that intention.

COHESION: does the design go well together? or do certain aspects clash too much? obviously you can have disjointed parts of a character design, and if those serve a purpose then thats fine, but if its so disjointed its distracting from the character as a whole you might need to tweak things. 

AESTHETIC: the contrasting part of the design (white flowers in dark hair, dark trim on dress, and dark shoes) provide interest to the eye. The mixing of round and sharp shapes also keeps the design from feeling “boring” even though its relatively simple. 

INTENTION: so what role would this little doodle character have? according to her design elements, shes cute and friendly with her round shapes (bouncy balls, babies, etc), but could have a sharp/fast/active or even dangerous edge to her with the triangles (arrows, knives etc). of course the design doesn’t limit her possible roles. She could be a bubbly younger sister who teases the older protagonist, or maybe she’s the villain hiding in plain sight. the shape this character design doesn’t really have is squares(think bricks and rocks), which communicates that she might not be really strong, steady, or reliable. 

COHESION: repeating the curves across her whole design builds cohesion, it communicates that “yes, these are all part of the same character”, it also allows the eye to “rest” on a familiar shape or line. 

NOW LETS LOOK AT SOME DESIGNS

(Boku no Hero Academia) so both of these characters are super heroes, but have vastly different design elements. so lets analyze them.

OCHAKO(the pink one) is all rounds, with a few pointed shapes in hair mostly, but a little on her costume as well. Her personality is cute, bubbly, and friendly which perfectly suits her soft and bouncy design. Howevre she also has a very slight edge to her, which is seen her determination and drive to improve herself over the course of the anime. 

KIRISHIMA(the red one) at first glance, seems to be super pointy!! shapes that are usually seen on villains or really dangerous characters, but while he IS sharp(literally sometimes) and sometimes aggressive, he is also made of squares, which perfectly suits his loyal “i gotchu bro” attitude towards most of the other characters in the anime.  

ISSUE AREAS: so the only problems i have with Ochako and Kirishima’s designs is that their costumes each have one area that clashes a little too much for my taste. With Ochako, the belt over the color blocking stripes down her crotch are......questionable taste wise. I think the design would be better if the pink chest ended above the belt in a shallow v. not only would this mirror the triangle aspects of her hair, it would fit the belt outline, and continue the trend her costume has of being “grounded” or “heavy”. Kirishima has those.... gears??? around his shoulders??? and while the gear teeth are technically squares, the gear shape itself is a circle, which is a shape that isn’t present anywhere else in his design. I think changing the gears to something similar to his boots or his mask/headgear would create a more cohesive design(also the gears just look hard to move in)

These two characters are presented as individuals so their costumes don’t have to match at all even though they are still seen as “connected” because of the art style for the face, hair, and body. 

In a group giving the outfits cohesive motifs is an easy way to present a strong team image! In Yuki Yuna is a Hero, the girls all have colored lines(usually princess seam placement), armor or fabric hip accents, covered arms, and similar flower shapes in their hair. The Aesthetic of each girl is strong in a monochrome signature color, but not over whelming as the black+white connects them even in color so they aren’t out of place. 

Speaking of color! if your characters are all similar looking (like same body for all of them) you can communicate their personality and aesthetic just with color! (only gonna talk about a few of the ponies) Pinkie Pie (the really pink one) is energetic and playful, so her color scheme is a variation of the primary colors(happy, child like), and have one of the more saturated colors(high energy, intense) of these characters in a large quantity. Apple Jack (the orange one) is a down to earth farm girl, and her color palette is accordingly, mostly earth tones, its also warm analogous colors, which makes her appear un-complicated and warm personality wise. the pop of red is a nice touch to add interest, but notice that its uses sparingly in her cutie mark and tail accessory. Rarity on the other hand is elegant and fussy, her high contrast scheme of white and dark blue/purples gives her more visual interest and is something that makes her appear more “complex” in addition to the gradient thats included in her hair. the colors are also all cool colors, bringing to mind cool glass or water which both have connotations of grace and beauty.

however all the characters here are unified by their colors being on the pastel side, which is also important for a cohesive cast.

another, short, note on color; making the color/line/shading of your figure different from the background can help them stand out, this is used ESPECIALLY in children’s media, but can be applied to any illustration or animation as needed.

Color can also help your characters “read” quickly on screen, the powerpuff girls are a prime example, of having a distinct color blocking and silhouette. even the color blobs at the top and my crappy hand silhouettes STILL read as the characters despite being broken down into abstract elements. I also really enjoy the thick outline in the powerpuff girls, it really makes the characters pop to the foreground even though they have pretty simple designs and are often in a colorful setting.

Also, for a lot of animation, silhouette is INCREDIBLY important for your characters, some designers sketch silhouettes and then design the particulars its so important to nail the shape. These examples from Coraline are some of my favorites (though Laika wins in my heart every time no matter what lmao) because the simple shapes are SO CLEAR and indicative of the character, you literally don’t need to have watched the movie to know these are each different characters with different personalities and roles. 

silhouette can also help tell the story. In Kubo and the two strings (another Laika film) the above three characters are sisters. One has chosen to leave her home in the heavens to live on earth, and the other two stay in their roles as “heavenly” warriors. This is even shown through their designs, the two sisters are weighted on top and their cloaks don’t even touch the ground, while the first woman has trailing, heavy sleeves, hair, and robes all grounding her and emphasizing her connection with the earth.

another example of shape/silhouette reflecting the story, In The Croods, the family of cavemen are for the most part very top heavy, with large torsos and arms, usually in a more hunched over position, while the newcomer, Guy, is bottom heavy with thin arms and stands more upright. In the plot, the family represents the old ways, the strength and rules that have helped them survive, they look like very stereotypical “cavemen”, while Guy resembles the modern man, and appropriately is associated with new ideas and forward thinking.

MORE SHAPES, in DC super hero girls each girl has a distinct personality emulated by her shape language. Zatana is dramatic curves and edges, Super girl is hard, straight edges against curves, giving her a solid muscular shape. Wonder Woman, though also strong, is taller and leaner, lending to a confident leader type. Green Lantern is slim, her lines all flow into each other giving her a go with the flow look. Bumble Bee is, of course, tiny, but her boots and gauntlets add weight and strength to her otherwise small frame. Batgirl is lanky and has a lot of pointed style lines, reminding the viewer of a skinny cat (ironic what with cat woman i know) or weasel which mirrors her preferred “sneaky” crime fighting style.  (also yes this was just an excuse for me to gush abt how much i love the dcshg designs shut up)

so in my opinion, Cartoon Saloon’s The Secret of Kells is PERFECT in aesthetic, intention, and cohesion. Kells focuses very strongly on creating silhouette WITHIN the larger figure shape via color and line, most of the characters pictured here have no neck, the one who does, Brendan, is the main character and the use of negative space that cuts into his shape is used to draw attention to him. Kells is also very strongly inspired by Medieval Illuminated manuscripts (namely, the book of kells lmao). The characters still manage to stand out against outrageously detailed backgrounds via their simple shapes and strong color blocking. 

Aisling, a secondary but very important character, is not human, and has a totally different shape language from the rest of the characters. She is thin and pointy, while most of the others are round or square. Aisling also has the most negative space making up her silhouette, compare the triangles made by her arms and legs in the above picture to the figures in the first image where everybody’s body is self contained with no negative space. She is also very different color wise, very pale and cool colored, as opposed to the warm saturated colors of the human characters. (yes this was another excuse to gush abt one of my fave pieces of media deal with it)

hopefully that wasn’t too rambley and actually helps? if yall have more specific design questions lemma know lol

[krustywhore]

a language in itself // moreid

inspired by this doodle by @owlpip / @owlpipscribbles and i just had the cutest idea when i saw it so naturally i wrote this little one-shot<3 fig i hope you like it

Spencer, who was arguably not-so easily frazzled, was currently debating whether or not to lose his shit in front of all of his new coworkers. It was his first day at the BAU, for Christ’s sake, and he was seconds away from making a complete fool of himself in the middle of the bullpen.

With nearly a dozen books in his arms, the arm of his glasses held firmly between his teeth, and a to-go cup of black coffee balanced precariously on top of the stack, he was an accident waiting to happen. He passed interns and desk agents coming and going as he headed to where he was told to meet his new boss, but it was only a matter of time before his adamancy in taking only one trip from his car came back to bite him.

If he had known there was a thick bundle of computer cables wired under the carpeted bullpen floor, he would’ve made it to his new desk without a single problem, but his scuffed Chuck Taylor’s immediately caught the bump of wires and before he knew it books were tumbling to the ground and his full cup of coffee had emptied itself all over…a very attractive man.

Fuck.

His glasses were in his lap, thankfully unbroken, but he hastily put them on only for the blurry man above him to get somehow more handsome.

As if the situation couldn’t get any more humiliating, his face went bright red and he fumbled trying to collect everything off the floor.

“Hey, hey, slow down kid,” the man spoke, making Spencer freeze on his knees, looking back up. “You okay?”

He was certain his heart was seconds away from beating out of his chest.

“Me? I…I’m the one that just spilled hot coffee all over your shirt,” he laughed nervously, wanting to melt into the floor and disappear forever. “I’m so sorry-“

The man laughed and somehow even his teeth were perfect when he smiled.

“Don’t worry about it, pretty boy. One of the benefits of this job is carrying spare clothes around in case we end up skipping town,” the man smirked, picking up some of the scattered books and stacking them up on a nearby desk. “You didn’t hurt yourself, did you?”

Spencer shook his head, still blushing as he felt multiple sets of eyes on him from around the room. He just hoped none of them belonged to his new boss.

“Good, well, I’ll take these for you if you’ll show me where your desk is,” he offered, a dark coffee stain still clear as day in the middle of his navy blue shirt.

Spencer followed uncomfortably behind him before pointing to an empty desk in the corner of the bullpen opposite another desk with a fair spread of files and picture frames adorning it.

“No kidding,” the man chuckled, dropping the stack of books on the desk. “I guess we’re desk neighbors, pretty boy.”

Spencer choked, coughing until he regained his composure as his handsome apparent-coworker pounded on his back to help him.

“Thank you,” he choked out, his throat still groggy. “I…I don’t understand why you’re doing this.”

The man’s casual smile dropped and he took on a serious look.

“What do you mean?”

Spencer fiddled with the buttons on his cuffs, thoroughly embarrassed enough for one lifetime.

“I mean that I just spilled coffee all over you and humiliated myself on my first day and…and I clearly don’t belong here if I can’t even make it an hour before causing a disaster, but you’re just so…so nice and historically, guys like you are never nice to guys like me, but you are! And…and I can’t possibly fit in here, I don’t know what Gideon was thinking-”

“Hold up, Jason Gideon? Holy shit, you’re the one he’s been telling us about!” He looked like he was completely gobsmacked, looking Spencer up and down multiple times to the point where the younger man was getting concerned.

“I guess so…?” He explained shyly. “Why, did he not tell you I was twenty-two?”

The other man rubbed the back of his neck and glanced down at his shoes.

“No, no it’s not that it’s...,” he paused, smiling as if he was nervous. “It’s just that I was going to ask you out before I knew we were would be working together.”

Spencer did a double-take and just…stared.

“You…w-what?”

His older counterpart smiled.

“I know it’s technically against the rules but…I would love to take you to get a replacement coffee sometime,” he smirked, leaning up against Spencer’s desk. “What do ya’ say, pretty boy?”

Reid definitely wasn’t any more prepared for the nickname than he was before, but somehow when it followed an invitation for a date, it felt more genuine.

Not that he had ever been asked out before, and especially not by anyone as attractive as the man in front of him.

“I-I don’t even know your name,” he mumbled, desperate for any excuse.

“Supervisory Special Agent Derek Morgan, at your service,” he grinned, reaching forward to grip the short length of necktie that poked out from underneath Spencer’s sweater vest. “And you are?”

His heart was beating so fast and his head was spinning so dizzyingly that he almost didn’t register the response until it hit him hard.

Derek Morgan.

Fuck, even his name was sexy.

He flushed bright red at the even closer contact and how closely their faces were. Surely Derek wouldn’t do anything in the middle of the office but…but something told him the other man didn’t much care.

“D-Dr. Spencer Reid,” he stumbled, barely getting the words out of his mouth in what was more of a breathy whisper. He nearly blocked out everyone else in the room as his eyes just latched onto Derek’s and refused to look away. “And…I would love to get coffee with you, but I’m paying. Since, you know, I probably just gave you at least a second-degree burn from the last one.”

The beautiful man—Derek, his brain supplied—laughed heartily, his deep brown eyes crinkling at the corners as he reluctantly let go of Spencer’s tie.

“You drive a hard bargain, Doc,” he teased, circling around to his desk only to pull out a small duffel bag from which he produced a light gray henley shirt. “How’s lunch today sound?”

Spencer smiled as the older man began walking backwards slowly, not looking away until he got his answer.

“You know where I’ll be,” he answered, pleasantly surprising himself with his own ability to be coy.

Derek shot him one last smirk before disappearing down the hallway and Spencer was left absolutely dumbfounded by the conversation he’d just had.

“Holy shit,” he mumbled under his breath, sliding off his satchel and depositing it on his desk chair before following the signs to where Agent Gideon’s office was located, as he had been instructed to stop by upon arrival.

His hands were shaking and his heart was still pounding and he was sure that Gideon was going to comment on how red he knew his face would still be, but he was practically floating on cloud nine as he sat down with his pseudo-mentor.

“Spencer, did something happen? You look…stressed,” the older profiler spoke as he stepped into the room. He shrugged in an attempt to be casual, not really wanting to discuss his romantic life with Gideon of all people. Especially when it involved someone they both worked with.

“No, nothing, I guess I’m just excited,” he lied through his teeth, hoping the man who studied behavior for a living and knew him like his own son couldn’t tell he was definitely blowing smoke.

“Right, well, if you’re ready now I can have JJ call the team in for the briefing and you can meet everyone,” Gideon explained and Spencer followed him out of the room and down the hall. He pulled out a chair around the large round table for the younger man to sit down and he moved to stand by a large screen to talk to a blonde woman who didn’t look too much older than he was. She smiled at him as she began pressing buttons on a remote and he gave a quick wave before the room filled with, what he assumed was the rest of the team. As he stood he immediately locked eyes with Derek again, who smirked and set down his files in front of the seat right beside Spencer’s.

“Alright, well as I told you all, this is Dr. Spencer Reid and he’ll be joining our team from now on. Spencer, this is Agent Hotchner, our unit chief, Elle Greenaway, Derek Morgan, our technical analyst Penelope Garcia, and our communications liaison Jennifer Jareau,” Gideon listed, despite the fact that they all could’ve introduced themselves, but he was met with a tight hug from Penelope before he could protest and awkwardly adjusted his clothing afterwards.

He smiled nonetheless and explained that he didn’t do handshakes to the rest of the team before they all filled up the seats around the table with Derek sitting so close that he couldn’t help but notice him in the corner of his eye.

“So, no handshakes?” The other man whispered in his ear as JJ passed around the folders of new case files to the team.

Spencer huffed a laugh under his breath.

“Well, I have a bit of an issue with germs. Did you know shaking hands can transfer over three thousand bacteria between parties? Scientifically speaking, it would be safer to kiss,” he rambled before freezing as he realized the implications of what he had just said.

“Oh, really? Strictly scientifically?” Derek teased, knocking their knees together under the table.

He knew Derek was looking at him but he felt a smirk creep onto his lips as he refused to give in and kept his eyes on the slides JJ was presenting.

“Strictly,” he smirked coyly.

As they all collected their things and took off on the jet, Spencer couldn’t help glancing up from his work every few minutes to sneak glances at Derek from across the plane. He was pleasantly surprised to find that Derek was almost always staring back. Seemingly none of the other team members noticed anything going on between them, or if they did, they graciously didn’t mention it.

It wasn’t long until they landed and made their way to the local police station, all expressing concern that the station’s coffee machine was broken until Derek spoke up before anyone could move on.

“Reid and I will go pick up some coffee and lunch for everyone, I think we passed a cafe just down the street. You go ahead and start here, we’ll be back in no time,” he offered, nudging Spencer with his elbow until the younger man followed him out the door and into one of the parked SUV’s. “So, does now work for you to take a quick coffee date?”

Spencer laughed, relaxing already as Derek pulled out of the parking lot.

“Now sounds perfect.”

[harthuntcr]

( sabrina carpenter. nineteen. she/her.  )   everything’s fine, MAYA HART-HUNTER,  you’re in the good place!  do you remember your last days in GIRL MEETS WORLD? but don’t worry, your  ( bay windows, perfectly messy hair, pencil sketches, subway stations, layered necklaces)  will fit perfectly with the rest of the good place, so long as you commit to the  UPBEAT OPTIMIST  despite your tendency to commit to  (a constant need to prove she isn’t broken)  that the architect of the good place said you were. it’ll just be like a fun acting exercise! just play along and everything will continue to be fun.

honestly the only one that’ll fully read this is me but i just rewatched all of gmw so here’s a few of maya’s defining quotes with some info tacked on ! (to sum it up: major daddy issues, minor mommy issues, craves stability, great artist, cares SO MUCH about her friends, deserves better !)

maya penelope hart-hunter, nineteen, crossning

“hi, i’m maya. you’re really cute. we should hang out sometime. you make me happy. you don’t pay enough attention to me. this isn’t working out, it’s you, not me. we can still be friends, not really.” 

maya is introduced as riley’s shawn, as her very best friend in this universe. she’s bold, fierce, rebellious, loud, and everything that riley isn’t. she wears lip gloss, she marches right up to cute boys on the subway, she is the night. she is dark and mysterious. 

“ i was a little girl, and i climbed through an open window because i heard singing. i was attracted to what i saw inside. it was someone safe…”

she and riley meet as small children when she wanders into her open window. her parents are fighting. they never seem to stop fighting. 

she never leaves riley’s side. it becomes a simple understanding that they are an extension of each other, no longer separate entities. her loyalty is a defining quality to her.  

“i do go outside, riley. i watch the light move during the day. and you know what happens at 5:30? you turn gold. everything is more beautiful at the beginning and the end of the day, and i want people to see that. i want to capture that. i didn't mean to believe in something.”

maya is an amazing artist. she can also sing, but she is partial to painting and sketching when she is at home. her favorite teachers are, as expected, her art teachers, and that is always the class she excels in. 

"when i was real young, i used to come to this park and look at this statue and wonder if i would ever have friends as good as these. that would hands with each other and smile. i used to wonder what it was they were so happy about. now i know.”

this just be a cute quote. her friends are the stars in her sky and she really would do anything for them if they need it, sacrificing herself over and over if it meant they could be spared for even a second longer. 

“i’m gonna get an education from him. and i’m gonna earn my own money. and someday i’m gonna have a good place with good walls and a good roof.” “and what are you gonna do for everybody else?” “everybody’s a lot of people. but if i could afford it, i would fix somebody else’s roof.” 

she understands not having a lot. maya has a hole in her wall and a leak in her roof. she takes care of things gifted to her because she knows the value they truly hold. she comprehends that if her mother didn’t work extra shifts, her lights wouldn’t be on and their water wouldn’t flow. she doesn’t take what she has for granted, and it definitely stuck with her as she grew into adulthood.  

“you had everything. family meals around the table. i wanted that. ‘how was your day, maya?’ ‘it was great, dad.’ you had that. you went to bed with a smile on your face every night, while i went to bed wondering if my father was going to be at the breakfast table in the morning. i wanted that.” 

maya has half a mom and her father left, which she blames on her half a mom. of course, she doesn’t realize that it’s because her mother also got left, but shawn helps her see that. this also starts to build up her wishing for shawn to step in as a more permanent part, but hope is still for suckers, ladies and gents! 

“my teacher thinks if i forgive you, it'll bring me peace. and he's usually right about these things, but i don't see how he's right about this one. and i can't. your job was to stay. you don't think i had it in me to allow my father to grow?”

when maya writes to her father for an assignment, she gets the closure she needs to understand that it isn’t her fault he left. of course, it doesn’t fully settle. it never does. and she realizes that she can’t forgive him for leaving yet. daddy issues galore. but she’s not angry anymore and that’s important.

“i could always hear my mother crying in her bedroom. i’d try to go in and stop her from crying… but i couldn’t. so, i’d try to fall asleep next to her… but i couldn’t. ‘mom, would you stop crying if daddy came back?’ ...and she’d look at me and say, ‘we don’t need anyone else, babygirl. all i need is you…” too much responsibility. can’t sleep, riley, been up since i’m four.”

after katy and shawn get engaged, maya is scared. she doesn’t know why they can’t just date forever. she really doesn’t like change. plus! they don’t have the best records! she even tries to come between them, to ask why shawn would be doing such a thing when he knows what the universe does to people like them. 

they get married anyways!!! shawn surprises them with an entire wedding set up on the roof because that’s how he rolls (spontaneous and romantic), and he surprises maya not too long later with adoption papers which is why she’s maya hart-hunter now. 

“my voice is still my voice, riley. you're gonna need to show me a lot more than clothes and hair and a boy before i believe that it isn't.”

when maya starts to get good grades, starts wearing more dresses, starts showing signs of growth as a person, she is told she simply is becoming riley. i personally hate this plot line! but it’s canon so i gotta mention it! i feel like she should’ve been allowed to grow!!!! she should’ve been allowed to have good things happen to her!!!!!!!!!!!!! but whatever!!! 

“i feel like... if you know me at all... and you know the last thing i would ever do is want anything that was riley's.”

triangles are one of maya’s biggest triggers because she was part of one and it really almost tore apart her entire life. liking the same boy as riley consumed the better part of her middle school years and her first year of high school. i don’t think she ever actually stopped liking lucas, but she stepped back again for riley’s sake because, as she says, the last thing she would want is something that belongs to riley. her first boyfriend falls directly under that category. so she filed all of those feelings away to never be touched again because if they were horrible things would happen! 

“boyfriend and girlfriend eventually.”

stepping back from lucas worked out in her favor because it opened the door for josh! who riley could never like because that is indeed her uncle! she went out here and there with a few artsy boys throughout her high school years just so that she could double date with riley, but nothing ever stuck. she didn’t mind. her and josh were also awkwardly always more than just friends but never more than friends, but as she got older, her feelings for him just got stronger, so she buried them and focused on school and art and life and boys are simply just not everything! contrary to popular belief! and what her journal from sophomore year with ‘mr. and mrs. josh and maya matthews’ doodled all over it say! 

then toward the middle of her senior year, she started going to more nyu parties after a messy breakup (not technically a breakup because maya didn’t think they were dating which was the entire issue!) with missy bradford (who hosted the best parties) and that is where she starts running into josh more often. he starts walking her home, they are constantly talking, they’re hanging out, and it’s not that they didn’t do that before during family game nights and family outings and family things or even sometimes just to do it when he was around, but now she sometimes actually on campus because she has friends at nyu, mutual friends of his from parties that invite her to trivia and concerts and events. then, her birthday passes and their age isn’t an excuse anymore. 

when she dies, she is rounding out her freshman year at nyu. she is majoring in art education, is finally dating the guy of her dreams, and has the world in her reach. :( 

exactly how she dies in my app/ last memory: she and josh were driving in the car and she turned the voice off the gps because it interrupts her music for no! good! reason! plus why does he even need the voice? she is sitting right there she can just tell him when to turn. it’s so annoying and her voice is way better and so she is turning it off despite his protests because she wants to get through one song peacefully, it’s not going to kill them to turn off the stupid robot voice- but it definitely does. she gets too lost in her song, forgets to tell him to turn, he takes his eyes off the road because he is sure they have missed one, she can’t believe he doesn’t trust her navigation skills, he points out that she was giving a concert not navigating, she repeats it back in an annoying voice with a face that he laughs at, she restarts the song because he interrupted it, and bam! dead.

[franeridart]

what program/brushes do you use for your art? it's so damn pretty

Easy Paint tool SAI and the default pen/brush/marker tools, mostly! and thank you!!! ;^;

Anon said:When I was a kid I would've had a crush on Akane

HECK that’s such a compliment!! Thank you!!!

Anon said:Couldn't Akane technically Control/move Kiri's hair since it's dyed? I mean it's like his hair is stained meaning it's not alive! so Akane finally warms up to him and messes with him or plays with his hair?

She can and she did! I drew her doing just that both in the first and in the fourth thing I posted about her! :D

Anon said:okay i don't know if this is coming through but i have just looked through your entire blog(can only go 4 years back) and let me just say you are wonderful, I absoluty LOVE how you paint/draw like its sooo pretty??? like dnjwcfehbi i cant describe it, (part 1) || like you are wonderful, I absolutely LOVE how you paint/draw like it's so pretty??? like dnjwcfehbi I can't describe it like it's absolutely Fabulous, Stunning, Amazing, Lovely and it looks so smoooooth like what????how??But anyways love your art and love you keep being Amazing! (part 2)

AH GOD THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!! This is such a sweet ask to get TT^TT (and you can only go 4 years back because the blog is 4 years old! Can’t believe you actually went through it all!!)

Anon said:I really love your art style and your comics are so cute and I love how you draw older Bakugou and Kirishima!! It’s all so wonderful! Thank you for sharing it with everyone!

Oh man thank you!! ;;; I’m so happy yo know you like them!!!!!! TTOTT

Anon said:the level of FLUFF and KOOKIENESS and SOFT and MARSHMALLOW and MY HEART CAN'T TOOK THIS IS is so much I could die.

PLEASE DON’T DIE I LOVE YOU !!!!! 

Anon said:I love everything about Akane's au. Her, her interactions with Bakugou, how she dislikes Kirishima but is beginning to warm up to him, the boys' aged-up designs. Everything. It's all amazing. Thank you for bringing it into my life!

Nggghhhhhhhh no anon thank you for liking her!!!!

Anon said:Currently procrastinating on my essay to go through your blog because it de-stresses me and I love your art so much like seriously h e l p

GAH THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! /////

Anon said:There's something I'm not understand in your AU children kiribaku. She adopted by bakugo or she is a kid bakugou have with someone. ( I'm really really sorry for my English )

Adopted!

Anon said:Your comics are so cute and funny! I'm loving the story with Akane, the last update was great! I really like the way you draw the characters, like your style is so nice. Thanks for making my day better with your art!

G o d thank you So Much!!!!!!

Anon said:Akane is adorable, and I absolutely love the comics that you upload of her, but also on top of that your mohawk Bakugo has cleared my skin, watered my crops, and brought me back from the dead at LEAST twice.

I’M REAL GLAD TO HEAR THAT because mohawk Bakugou owns my whole soul and it’s nice to know I’m not alone in that hahaha

Anon said:What are some ways Akane messes with Kiri (or used to) when he wears red clothes? Does she often do that? Does she do it when Baku's not home, or when he is so that she can hammer in just how much she dislikes Kiri? Has she ever done anything major that caused her to be really reprimanded by Baku, but being the best person in the world Kiri did not get angry?

She really only ever gets pissy (or used to! they’re starting to get along better !!!) at Kiri when she feels jealous for whatever reason, and that doesn’t happen as often as it seems through my doodles, so it’s not like she’s always antagonistic towards him! Mostly she just ignores him, so no, it doesn’t happen often at all! And she’s never gone further than messing his hair up or tugging a bit at his clothes, since she doesn’t have the strength to move Kiri all that much haha the only reason she managed to have him fall the first time was because he was balancing already, but generally Kiri weighs way too much for her to move him around or pull at the red stuff he’s wearing enough for him to notice it all that much 

anyway, Baku never reprimended her for it - not more than he did in the first comic I posted with them, at least, specifically because the damage she can make is so minor that Kiri and Baku barely consider it something to tell her off for... if she were ever to act that way towards someone she might actually hurt (say, a kid her own age) then Baku might reprimend her more seriously, but as long as she’s just tugging at Kiri’s clothes they don’t see it as anything worth fighting her over :D

Anon said:Just sent an ask, so forgive me for this one, but I'd love to get this straight: in the Akane AU Kiri and Baku graduated and share an apartment, are madly into each other, but they neither has made a move on the other yet? Perhaps that should be sad, but it's 100% adorable.

I know I shouldn’t say this as I made the au myself, but I find the arrangement pretty dang adorable too haha they act like a married couple anyway, so it’s like... pining while the rest of the world already considers them an item? and the pining is mostly about stuff like ahhhh I wanna tell him I love him or ahhhhhh god I wanna kiss him, but then they’ll fall asleep on the couch together or hold hands just for the hell of it or cook for each other or make plans that always involve each other and all in all act as each other’s partner, so it’s mostly just like *Kaminari voice* “God these oblivious idiots” hahaha

Anon said:That latest Akane comic melted my heart like you often do. Though for a moment, I expected Eijirou to say "I don't want Katsuki to be my dad, I want him to be my daddy" XD Though that would not sound like him. Props for his adorable interactions with Scarlet Death Queen Witch.

Anon you don’t get it that’s exactly why I had him say “be his son” instead of “be my dad” LMAO it was like, a conscious wording decision hahaha thank you so much for liking my girl, btw!!!

Anon said:Fran! I was just wondering if you would be willing to post your Demon Kiri and Angel Baku art on Redbubble? I'd love to buy a print of it!! Totally understand if not. Also your newer Akane comics are killing me, they're so damn cute!! So yeah love you and your beautiful art! Hope you have an awesome year!!

I CAN TRY I think I did try last time I updated my rb? But the format of the pic made it hard to use it for a lot of things so I gave up??? I can try again tho!!! Thank you for being interested in buying it!!! And thank you for liking Akane too!!!!!

Anon said:is katsuki and kirishima not together in the adopted child comics or is there gonna be a plot to them getting together? 👀

I’m not really writing anything cohesive for it so I wouldn’t call it a plot point, but yeh they still aren’t together! And I wanna have them get to the point in which they are together!!! :D

Anon said:I'm gonna die why do you do this with your adorable art my god

PLEASE!!!!! DON’T DIE!!!!!!!!!!!

Anon said:Your Akane + KiriBaku comics are adorable and I love the relationships that exist between them. I can't wait to see more of them!

Thank you so much!!!!!!!!!!! I hope I won’t disappoint!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Anon said:I love your art so much!! Especially the little Akane au (so freaking cute!!!!). Random question: if you’ve ever seen Lucifer, who do you think would fit his character? Have an awesome day!

I haven’t seen it, sorry :((( but thank you for liking my girl!!!!!!

Anon said:I apologize if this has already been thought of but i feel as though when akane gets older and if she decides to be a hero, part of her costume could include useful red objects mayhaps?? Such as a shield or daggers or handcuffs so if there’s a lack of red around her she isn’t in a complete ditch. But i love your work sm ahhh💕💕

Yes!!! That’s the plan!!!!! I don’t think I’ll ever draw a teen version of her character but I MIGHT mention this idea in the current timeline, I like the idea so much TT^TT

Anon said:Hey there, I am absolutely obsessed with Akane like I love her so much wow but anyways I was wondering if you've ever drawn tododeku/ will in the future?

Thank you!!!! And I have drawn them in the past (under my tododeku tag!) and I might draw them again in the future, though currently I’m in a pretty big izu//ocha mood so I dunno when that will happen!

Anon said:I love your art so much like??? Help???

THANK YOU TTATT

Anon said:Y'know it could be gayer c'mon

This ask has been in my inbox for 17 days and I still don’t know what it means ??? but I laughed a lot when I got it so thank you anon and yes, definitely, everything could always be gayer that’s just how the world goes

Anon said:I swear you drew an older version of the krbk kids and it wasn't a fever dream I'm currently frantically searching through your blog rn help

I DID that post is CURSED anon, you can look it up through any of the tags I used to tag it and it won’t show up it won’t and I don’t know why!! I always lose it exactly because of this reason I have zero idea why it does this but??? okay I guess???????????

anyway if you still want it it’s here

Anon said:If Akane can control red things, does she low-key also have control over things that are pink and orange depending on how reddish in hue they are? I love her btw. Such a smol bean who could probably kick my ass!

What a good question you got there!! She has control over everything that has a color that falls in the red wavelength of the visible spectrum - that does include certain tones of pink and certain tones of orange, but there’s a point where orange gets too yellow or pink gets too white that her powers stop working. As long as the red in the color is more than any other hue, though, her powers work! 

Anon said: im just imagining if baku takes akane with him when he is going to work and is there with kiri and akane help kiri with his hair bc she is suffering when he tries to style it himself

Once they start getting along better Akane and Kiri actually start helping each other with their hair! They’re both very particular about it so they understand each other as far as that topic goes haha

Anon said:Hi I just wanted to say I’m really enjoying what you are doing in your latest drawing. The contrast with the thick sketchy lines and the thinner crisp ones and the spaces that have no defined line! It’s cool to see you experiment with your line work while staying true to your natural style! Sorry if this came off weird but I love seeing talented artists try pushing the boundaries of their style it’s really visually/conceptually interesting! :)

AH MAN thank you so much I’m so happy to know you like that tool TT^TT it’s really super comfy to use, so it’s nice to know someone finds it visually appealing too!!! thank you!!!!!

Anon said:Is there any chance you could make a masterpost of the aus you do? It's a lot to scroll down to the beginning of a concept u have sometimes and it can be unclear when they start

They all have a tag they’re under, tho? If I’ve made more than one post about them! I have so many AUs going around that making a masterpost with all of them is a bit... mostly so since I don’t know for how many I’ll actually go back on! But if the tags don’t really work for you (generally the link is gonna look like https://franeridart.tumblr.com/tagged/[here goes the tag]/chrono to have it in chronological order) then I can try? I can’t promise I’ll find a comfortable way to do this, tho orz sorry!

Anon said:This might be an odd ask but does Akane like Jirou? I feel like they would get along really well. And how about her grandma Mitsuki? Since she takes after Katsu who takes after her, they could make an adorably angry trio

She hasn’t spent much time with Jirou yet so right now she’s mostly meh about her (though right now she only actually likes Bakugou, and she’s warming up to Kiri, but that’s about it). She doesn’t mind Mitsuki, but she hasn’t spent too long with her either! She yells a bit too much at her dad tho, which Akane isn’t particularly fond of (protective bean that she is, she doesn’t get that that’s just their way of communicating just yet), so out of her grandparents she prefers Masaru, after all~

[the-writerly-night-owl]

Getting to Know a New Friend

Open Heart/MC and Dr. Banerji bonding  

Summary: Clarissa and Naveen strike up a friendship as they talk during his treatments. 

Authors Note:  Hopefully it makes sense and what not. Doesn’t fit in any particular timeline in mind. I have a Rafael and MC coming up and a semi-slow burn ramsey too. Enjoy this! 

It was late as Clarissa glanced at her phone for the time. Quarter after midnight and she gotten here at four thirty this morning. Next to her laying in the bed was Doctor Banerji sleeping. She glanced at him hoping for a miracle.

She yawned before dozing off and then straightened back up again. Every once in a while, she would put a hand on Dr. Banerji’s hand and say something sweet to him, even though he couldn’t hear it while sleeping. She turned back to her notebook before a voice startled her out of her thoughts.

“You know if you’re tired you can go home,” he said as Clarissa shook her head.

Gasping she looked over and saw Doctor Banerji watching her through bleary eyes. His gaze on her as Clarissa bit her bottom lip. Then sighed, Ethan would be back soon from his office assuming that he didn’t get stopped. At least now they would get a chance to talk to each other.

“No I’m good,” she said her voice tired. “I’m just thinking. You should be resting though.”

“I’ve been sleeping in here for nearly a month and usually alone. I could use the company Doctor Sinclaire.” He paused and looked down at her notepad.  “What are you writing? You can show me if you want.”

Flushing she reluctantly passed him her notebook, not wanting to deny his request. Naveen glanced down at her notebook to not see notes but doodles. Hearts, stars, little mice, and her name scribbled a variety of ways. He smiled before chuckling at the mice on the page.

“You made the mice with the number 2 didn’t you? My niece does the same thing,” said Naveen passing her the notebook back.

Curiously she watched him remembering that Ethan told her that he didn’t really have anyone. “Your niece doctor Banerji?”

“You can call me Naveen doctor Sinclaire,” he said warmly thinking of something in his mind. “My brother’s daughter. My brother passed from a heart attack a couple of years ago. I haven’t heard from Mira in a few years.”

“I’m sorry about your family. Maybe one day you’ll see her when you get the chance. And you can call me Clarissa, Naveen.” It felt a bit weird to call him by his first name, just like the first time she called Ethan by his. She’d get used to it though helping care for him.

“Care if I prob your mind?”

His voice curious and probably reading her like a book. Good thing she didn’t have much to hide.  His eyes still on her and gaze never left. They had never really talked to each other before about anything. Ethan would always be the one talking to him. Sometimes she felt like an outsider looking in sometimes. Then again, she wasn’t here a lot of the time.

“Of course, but only if I can change the blanket for you.”

Clarissa took the blanket and went to switch out with a fresh one. Naveen watching her curiously. “I want you to tell me about you. Ethan could tell me all the technical stuff like what school you went to, but you’re helping me. Even though you don’t have to, I’d like to get to know my doctor.”

She flushed if a bit excited a famous doctor wanted to know about her. That was extremely flattering. Although that did make her a little nervous what if she said something that made him think otherwise of her. Clarissa was going to help him and getting to know him was going to be fun for her.

“Well what would you like to know?”

Thoughtful he steepled his fingers together. “What was your favorite book when you were 8, 18, and now?”

That was a good question as she had to think about that. “Magic tree house, book 21, Civil War on Sunday. It was about Clara Barton. When I was 18 it was Harry Potter. I don’t have a favorite book now but I’m reading My Sister’s Keeper.”

Doctor Banerji nodded approving of her choices. He thought about another question and sighed but before he could ask her another she had her own question.

“Can I ask you some questions like a q&a?” The older man nodded as she noticed the twinkle in his eyes. “What songs have you completely memorized?”

He opened his mouth and then closed it before opening it again. “That’s a good question. Believe it or not, it’s Ain’t No Mountain High Enough by Diana Ross. My mother loved that song. It was the first I learned all of the lyrics to.”

“It’s a good song,” said Clarissa as she waited for him to ask her a question.

“What’s your favorite tv show?”

“Jane the Virgin, Petra is one of the best characters. What is something that you always wanted to do?”

Doctor Ban… No, Naveen, looked a little surprised before thinking of something himself. “Invented something useful for someone. Like the toaster but better.”

She laughed and adjusted to sit closer to him. It was back and forth between the two of them before they lost track of the time. Naveen was very easy to get answers from and fun to talk to. He knew a lot and seemed like the ideal teacher. It was easy to see why Doctor Ramsey looked up to him so much. She had to find something to help cure him.

Clarissa continued watching him as she tried to piece together a complete picture of Naveen. Despite not married or have children, he really had a family at the hospital. He would tell her stories about some of the senior residents and even some other staff. His smile would reach his eyes when he talked about something that really excited him. It reminded her of her teachers that she had in school. He was so passionate about his job. Their conversation seemed to stretch on for about an hour or longer as they lost track of the time.

“Clarissa,” said Naveen as he reached over and took her hand. “I want to thank you. Having someone that knows about me is a relief and I’m going to be glad to have someone to talk to. This job is stressful enough and the fact that you’re helping me means a great deal. You’re an intelligent, capable, and a great doctor.”

Warmth spread throughout her body as she looked down hiding the blush on her cheeks. “I think you’re a great doctor too Naveen. I can only hope that I’d be as good as you one day.”

“You’re very sweet Doctor Sinclaire. Now if I were you I’d go and get some rest before starting up again the next day. I’ll be here for a while.”

Clarissa watched his face fall slightly about that. She knitted her eyebrows together a little concerned. “Naveen, if I’m not being rude. Why did you let yourself get talked into staying here? I mean, it sounded like you had your own plans.”

His eyes flickered to his sheets and then up at the heart monitor that was hooked up. The older man seemed to be mulling over something in his mind before squeezing her hand. “Honestly, I chose to stay partly because of Ethan and partly for myself. Part of me couldn’t just leave the hospital, if I was on a beach somewhere I’d be thinking of everyone here. Then Ethan helped influence it because I didn’t want him to go through this alone. I know that he can be demanding, strict, and very condescending but he’s scared just as a son would be losing his father. I’m glad that you’re here and could keep us both sane. He may not show it but he’s glad too.”

A tiny smile grew on her face as she stood up.

“Thank for the talk Naveen. I can’t wait to do this again.”

“Me too Clarissa.”

She adjusted to stand up and turned to leave the room. Doctor Ramsey wasn’t back yet and probably got pulled aside but they did need their rest. She waved to him and him back before heading out the door. She had to find something to help him, she just had to.

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[rosy-roulette]

Baekhyun: Uncharted {Part 3}

Characters: Baekhyun x female OC (feat. EXO)

Genre/series warnings: werewolf au, vampire au, angst, fluff, eventual smut so uh this will be 18+, mentions of blood (should be implied), sexual themes and seduction, swearing, violence/mention of violence, stalking(?) kinda?

Summary: After being turned into a vampire over 100 years ago, Chu Aejung has seen how terrible humans can truly be. She’s lost enough in her life time and makes the decision to not put herself in a position to lose anymore. Secluding herself in the forest around a bustling city, she thought she succeeded. But when a particular werewolf reveals to be anything but an enemy, they both step into uncharted territory.

a/n: I’m finally out with chapter 3. It’s… been a while. Alot has been going on this summer and even though I thought I would get more out I was wrong sadly. Hope you like it though.

Previous ~ Next

Aejung woke up the following day to knocking on her bedroom door. Annoyed for being woken up earlier than she wanted, she flung open her door to a concerned looking Baekhyun.

“What.” She spat.

Baekhyun blinked for a moment. “It’s 1pm.”

Aejung gestured with her hand. “Ok? Your point is?”

Baekhyun mimicked her hand movement. “Shouldn’t you be up and at least doing something? Like spending time me?”

Aejung let her hand drop heavily at her side. “I technically don’t have to do anything until sun down. I’m not suddenly going to change the way I live just because you’re here temporarily.”

“Wait you actually sle-”

“I’m going back to bed, wake me up before 7 and you will be sleeping outside.” Aejung cut him off before by closed the door in Baekhyun’s face before he could finish.

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Baekhyun spent the rest of the day drifting between playing games on his laptop, talking to his pack, and exploring the small cabin. He knew he shouldn’t be snooping around his mate’s belongings, but he wanted to know other things about her. When he spotted a small, fraying old book in a small book shelf in the corner of the living room he couldn’t suppress is urge to look at what could be in it.

Sitting in front of the bookshelf, he leafed through the pages of the book. From the looks of it, it seemed to be a diary of some sort; faded words from age, changing from ink to pen to pencil and colored pens. Dates lining the tops of pages. Doodles lined the margins of the pages of some of the pages, making him smile thinking of the blunt and mysterious Aejung doodling in her diary. Looking through more of the pages, a photo slips out from in between the pages into his lap. Picking it up, he notices it’s dated from 16 years ago. A smiling image of Aejung with a happy little girl looked back at him.

‘Who is that?’ Baekhyun wonders as he takes one more look at the photo before placing it back into the diary. He didn’t expect Aejung to spill her entire life story to him the second they were alone but seeing a small snapshot of her happiness, he wanted to bring that light back.

Placing the book back in it’s spot on the shelf, he went back to looking around the rest of the house. It wasn’t long before he had seen everything and stood in front of Aejung’s bedroom door again. He sighed before turning back down the hall for the living room. It was still another few hours before Aejung had said she would be awake and he did not want to be on her bad side. He opted to go back to playing games and eating whatever they had bought last night, hoping time would go by faster.

Aejung pulled her eyelids open as her phone went off besides her. Sluggishly turning it off, her sat up in bed. Her room was noticeably darker than it was a few hours ago. Getting out of bed, she grabbed a towel from the end of her bed and her work clothes before peeking out of her room.

“Good evening sunshine!” She heard Baekhyun call from the living room. She rolled her eyes before moving across the hall into the bathroom. After a quick shower and getting dressed she emerged into the living room to find Baekhyun sprawled out on the couch with his laptop in his lap and a few of the bags of chips on the table.

“Where are you off to?” He asks, eyeing her fitted button down tucked into a simple black pencil skirt.

“My work. I have the night shift during the week.” Aejung said as she briskly walked over to the counter to grab her bag. Baekhyun stays quiet for a moment.

“So that’s why you slept for so long.” He said, realization dawning on him. “I thought it was just a vampire thing.”

“Yes and no. Yes that’s the main reason I sleep so late, but also it’s just because I tend to stay up really late into the night anyways and I need to catch up on sleep.”

Baekhyun raised an eyebrow. “What do you have insomnia? Or are you nocturnal because you��re a vampire like all the legends say?” He waves his hands above his head and changes his voice at the implication.

“Yes.” Aejung says in a matter-of-fact tone.

“Yes to what?”

“Just. Yes.”

Baekhyun stares at a spot in the corner of the room with a dumbfounded look on his face for a second. Aejung leans against the counter amused at the boy’s confusion.

He takes a breath before speaking again. “Ok good to know for the future. Sleeping in the same bed will not work, noted.” His attention went back to his laptop. Now Aejung was confused.

“Hey I can share a bed with someone if I wanted to! My weird sleep schedule wouldn’t interfere with anyone, even yours.” She protested, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Really? Then prove it, lets share a bed tonight. I’ll let you know.” A smirk tugged at the corners of his lips. Aejung rolled her eyes and groaned in annoyance and quickly collected her things.

“I’m going to work. I’ll be back late so don’t stay up for me.”

“What am I supposed to do while you’re not here!” Baekhyun protested, looking over the couch at her as she slipped on her heels.

“That’s not really my problem. When I get back we can figure it out for the week I guess.”

“Let me come with you then. I’ll just shop around until you get off work.”

Aejung sighed and thought for a second.

“Fine. Please don’t make me regret this.”

Baekhyun jumped up from the couch and quickly grabbed from clothes from his bag before running to the bathroom. He came back out a few minutes later and the pair left out the door, one happier than the other.

                                                    ~~~

Leaving Baekhyun in the main square of the shopping district with the instructions to meet her at the boutique she worked when her shift ended, she quickly clocked in.

“Aejung! You’re on register tonight.” Her manager Chaesoo told her in passing. She quickly nodded before taking up her position and got ready for the evening crowd. It was never too busy in the evening since the nightlife tended to gravitate more towards the clubs and the resturants but the store still saw it’s fair share of customers at night. Aejung’s two other co-workers for the night, a middle aged woman named Seojun and a college student named Youngmi came into the store not too long after.

‘Guess they got the short end of the stick tonight huh.’ she thought, taking note at the sour look on the older woman’s face and the large coffee in the younger girl’s hand. The got to their stations without a word and the store opened for the night.

It was only an hour into her shift before Aejung looks up to the door ringing to see the ash brown hair she’s oh so familiar with. Baekhyun casually strolls into the store, looking at the clothes on the racks, stopping briefly to flip through a few button downs on display. Aejung focused on the customer before her, fighting to keep the light smile of her customer service persona on her face. Of course it fell as soon as she sent the customer on their way. She sent daggers at the wolf. She watched as he looked through everything they had on display. Every single jacket, shirt, pair of pants, shoes, accessories, nicnak they sold he looked at with phaned interest. At least she suspected as much. Another customer came to Aejung with their items, their smile snapping her away from Baekhyun. She greeted them with a small smile of her own.

“Did you find everything alright?” She asked the woman, scanning her items.

“Yes I did thank you.” the woman hesitates for a second before looking back for a second and leaning a bit closer to Aejung.

“Now I know this may sound a bit odd, but I saw you looking at that young man over there, he’s quite handsome isn’t he?”

Aejung’s hand slipped while putting the woman’s items in her bag, causing the bag to fall off the counter. Aejung quickly picked up the items and worked as fast as she could to get her out of the store. She was mortified someone caught her staring at Baekhyun. Was she that obvious? She could feel the heat from blush creep up her face to the tip of her ears as she finished ringing the woman up.

“Um-yeah he’s ok looking I guess. I’ve seen other guys that look just as nice though. He just looked familiar and I was trying to place where I’ve seen him” Aejung rambled, spitting out whatever lie she could come up with at the moment to make this exchange any less awkward.

The woman only chuckled at Aejung’s flustered state. “You don’t need to explain yourself to me dear. Have a good night.” Flashing her a knowing smile, she paid and left the store without another word, leaving Aejung at a loss of words at the strange exchange.

“I’m hurt that you don’t find me utterly handsome, love.” Aejung heard a voice from beside her. Whirling around, Baekhyun is now leaned against the counter with a smirk gracing his pink lips. She frowns.

“What the fuck are you doing here? I told you to come at closing time!” She hissed at him.

“You didn’t say I couldn’t come in during hours. Also I was curious where you worked.” He looked around at the minimalistic displays and trendy clothes. “Didn’t quite expect you to work at a place like this. Kinda expected a place like. Hot Topic or something.”

Aejung laughed.

“Hot Topic? Really?”

“What it’s edgy! You’re edgy!”

“Sure okay.” She rolled her eyes.

“So you really have seen other guys more attractive than me?” Baekhyun asked, pouting slightly.

“Yeah. One of your pack mates, ah what was his name? Junmyeon I think it was. Very good looking man I have to say.” Aejung said. She expected a snarky comeback from Baekhyun or a mocking gasp. Silence. She glanced over at the wolf. The look in Baekhyun’s eyes was unreadable. He scowled, staring at her with a blank expression, but so many emotions swimming within those dark brown eyes of his. All traces of the teasing conversation they had a few seconds before were gone. A strange feeling settled in Aejung’s chest.

“I’m kidding you know that.” She said, knitting her eyebrows together.

“Yeah, I know.” Baekhyun’s voice sounded empty. She definitely crossed a line. Fuck.

“Well have fun on your shift, see you later.” He turned on his heel and left the store before Aejung could say anything.

[multifandom-kpop-scenarios]

*slides into inbox once again* Hi, i've been busy with work so i didn't read the stories till yesterday. Even then, i had no idea what to say bc they're so good and adorable. Is it ok if i request another? i just love the others you wrote they're amazing and i love them. If it is ok then i would like to request a chan scenario similar to the felix one, but maybe not in hs. Thank you so much for this! ~felix anon

Hello! Thank you for the request! I am so happy to hear that the other scenarios brought you joy. I hope this one lives up to the others! Enjoy~!

Admin Rex

You had just barely stepped one foot outside the threshold of your classroom when you were almost toppled over. When you straightened up, an arm was slung around your shoulders. You steady your breathing because you came this close to a face-to-face meeting with the cement beneath your feet.

“Hey, Minho.” You smile slightly at the taller figure currently leaning unnecessary weight onto your barely smaller body. He smiled that big, bright smile that he approached you with on the day you became friends, “Hello, Y/N. How was class?” Your soulless glare and half-hearted shrug told him all he needed to know. He laughed his signature laugh, and you found yourself chuckling along because it was just that kind of contagious laugh. He dragged you along, and you really didn’t know where he was pulling you. You didn’t mind, being able to just be with him is nice, considering you’re both uni students and don’t often have a lot of time for friends. Minho removed his arm from your shoulders, content with just walking beside you. He got you to chat about the most random things until he exclaimed a loud Ow! as his body jerked forward with weight that wasn’t his own.

“Hey! Minho, Y/N!” Another friend greeted. Jisung laughed as Minho attempted to softly jab him in the side. Jisung continued through his laughter and efforts of dodging Minho’s fingers, “I need to ask a favor.” Minho stopped, his curiosity piqued. When Jisung requested help, it either ended up being something incredibly troubling or just plain weird. Jisung put his hands together in front of him as he grinned at you and your best friend, “The radio station is really low on hands, and we really need help! Would you be willing to assist the valiant 3RACHA team?” There was a short silence and you thought you could hear the crows calling out - caw… caw… caw… - before he sighed, “Aw, man. You guys were my last hope.”

Seeing his defeated expression and hearing his troubled sigh, you felt your heart squeeze. You always had a soft spot for Jisung and his too bright smile, “Jisung, I’ll help.” Almost instantly, his smile returned with the intensity of four suns, “Really? This is why you’re my favorite, Y/N!” He then proceeded to stick his tongue out at Minho, who returned the childish gesture. Jisung turned back towards you, “When are you free?”

You took a moment to think. You were technically free, but you were hanging out with Minho. You also should really start that music project you’d been putting off. But Jisung’s hopeful eyes made it nearly impossible to say not now. “Well, I guess I can help out, too. We’re free now.” Minho seemed to have made the decision for you. Jisung enthusiastically grabbed yours and Minho’s wrists to drag you across the campus in record time. Eventually, you were standing outside the music building, the same one you’d just left over an hour ago. You followed Jisung and Minho as you were led up to the second floor. The door itself was like the others, grey with a glass pane. You wouldn’t have realized what room you were standing in front of if it weren’t for the bright red piece of paper decorated with three very different chicken doodles. You really wondered why they chose 3RACHA for their radio name. Actually, you wondered that about a few of the other clubs, too. Like the Newspaper club. Why were they called PepperJJANG?

Jisung pushed you and Minho into the room. It was definitely fit for being a radio room, and that was probably the intended purpose, too. The room was small to begin with, but it was even smaller now that it had been divided into two. One side, the one you were on, had many pieces of equipment - all of which you knew how to use thanks to your music classes - and a few chairs pushed up against the walls and desks. One the other side of the glass that split the room were the other two members of the radio station seated at a table covered in loose papers and cords. You only knew Jisung by name - he is your friend, after all - and you’d seen the other two around before. They both looked incredibly surprised at your arrival. Jisung had propped the door open as he entered the other room, allowing you to hear their conversation freely.

“Who…?” One of them asks, they’re all looking at you and Minho now. Jisung is waving his hand in a beckoning motion, so you and Minho awkwardly shuffle through the door. “These are the friends I was telling you might help us!” The blond one lets out a small ‘uwah’ before standing up, “Thank you so much for this, really.” He bows in your direction before nudging the person beside him to do the same. After making sure everyone was thanked properly, Jisung motioned for you to introduce yourself, “Hi, I am (Y/N). I really can’t turn Jisung down when he really needs help,” you chuckle nervously. The blond grins at you with a nod. Minho also introduces himself before Jisung’s teammates do. “Well, I’m Chan. This one is Changbin.” Just from hearing their names, you can deduce that Chan goes by CB97 on the radio and Changbin is SpearB.

Chan continued grinning at you while Jisung tried explaining what had to be done around Minho’s incessant interruptions. The older boy looked familiar to you, but you weren’t quite sure yet. You kept looking away from him to look at Jisung, but you just felt compelled to look at him. Everytime you’d look his way, he’d make eye contact, and it was flustering. Jisung and Changbin didn’t seem to notice you weren’t listening, but Minho made sure you caught his smirk.

It wasn’t until the following week that Jisung approached you and Minho again. Your first assignment for the radio club was to man the station controls, with the help of Minho, of course. It was relatively uneventful. You always tuned into the radio, so you were pretty much up-to-date with all school events, but there wasn’t anything going on this week. You suspect it has something to do with upcoming finals. You felt a twinge of nerves shoot through your body at the reminder. You know you’re pretty much prepared for all of your classes except for one: Music Composition. The final for that class was to turn in your own music piece putting all the knowledge you’ve acquired during the semester to use. You were stuck. Your piece just didn’t sound right to you, no matter how you edited it. You had half a mind to ask one of your friends who’d completed the course for help, but knew that they would be just as busy as you.

These were the thoughts on your mind as you find yourself wandering through the sections of books in the campus library. It always surprised you how many students actually studied in the library. You found yourself standing in front of the non-fiction books and you legitimately had no idea how these books would help you. You continued to stare at the books in front of your face when you felt a tap on your shoulder. Turning, you come face to face with Chan. He has a wide smile on his face when he asks, “What has you wandering the library like you’re lost?” It takes you a moment to clear your head of your current despair. You tell him about your upcoming final, and he nods, totally getting where you’re coming from. “You know, I could probably help you with your assignment.” Your eyes widen at him, “Are you sure?” Chan nods at you, clearly willing to help you.

In the time you’d been assisting 3RACHA, you learned that Chan was not only a music major, but a very selfless person as well. “That would be really, really helpful and I would owe you my life.” Were you being dramatic? Maybe, but you really would be in debt to Chan if he was able to help you. He laughed with you while saying that he wouldn’t mind being payed back. After comparing schedules, you settled on a day and time with him. He smiled, his dimples on display, “Well, it’s a date, then.”

On the day that you had to meet with Chan, you were nervous. Why? Well, you’re sharing a piece of music you, a newbie to composing, created yourself with a more experienced producer. And, Chan was really kind and you maybe think he’s good-looking, but that’s beside the point. You had told Chan that you could meet at the little café that was a few blocks away from your apartment. Unfortunately, when you got there, all the tables were occupied. Fortunately, Chan had already claimed a table. You greeted him with a wide smile that he full heartedly returned. After placing an order for drinks, you sat down across from Chan. You were pulling out your laptop rather quickly and skimming your files for the song you had composed thus far. You really wanted to get this done; you’d fail otherwise. Chan sat patiently until you rotated the device until it was facing him, headphones connected and ready to go. You busied yourself with waiting for your order while the 3RACHA member listened to your song.

When you returned with the drinks, Chan had his eyes closed and had an expression of focus. You took a sip of the drink you ordered, dreading when he would finish listening to the song. It wasn’t long before you were looking into his amazingly brown eyes, “Well, I definitely get what you mean by it sounding empty,” You felt a bit more nervous as he continued, “but I think I can really help you!” You couldn’t help grabbing his hand, “Thank you, really!” He smiled pointing out that he hasn’t even done anything to help you, yet. You continued to stare at him while holding his hand. The tips of Chan’s ears were beginning to turn red, and you realized that your cheeks were hot, and you should probably let go of his hand now. You withdraw your hands slowly, not looking away from him up until someone slammed their hands down on the table in front of you. You jumped horrendously, looking up at the culprit. Minho was smiling at you, but it was the all-knowing smile he would give you when you got caught doing something you wouldn’t openly share with him. Like maybe having a crush on someone. In that moment, you knew you’d have to tell him everything. Minho raised his eyebrows and you remembered, “Oh, I am so sorry Chan! I promised that I’d tutor Minho today. He really needs help because he sucks at English” You couldn’t help the last part. He did just embarrass you. Chan smiles, “It’s no problem. We can meet up some other time.”

When Chan stood and left, Minho slid himself into the now empty seat, claiming it as his own. He smiled deviously, “So.” You groaned and placed you head on top of the keyboard of your computer. He laughed before prompting you to speak. You start as you put away your laptop, “So what if I think he’s cute?” Minho grinned like a cat at your admission, and you knew you’d just sealed your fate.

A couple of days later, you were approaching 3RACHA’s room. Just as you cracked the door open slightly, you heard Minho’s voice. The only part you caught was “I think you and (Y/N) would be pretty cute together.” It seemed like he was feigning innocence and maybe some disinterest. You could hear Chan’s high pitched laugh as a form of response. Quickly, you whipped out your phone to text Minho: what do you think you’re doing??? You hear your best friend’s phone go off, but are startled when Chan continues, “I do like (Y/N). But, I don’t want to come off as too abrupt.” Minho mumbled something that sounded like “I don’t think you have to worry about that.” Chan made a little noise. You waited a few more ticks before opening the door. Chan’s back was turned so you stuck your tongue out at Minho. He shrugged just as Chan turned around. The blonde looked shocked to see you standing behind him, “Oh, hello, (Y/N).” He smiled at you before making a beeline to the door. You were surprised to see Jisung and Changbin already in their seats. You really hoped they didn’t somehow hear everything Minho and Chan said. You watched Chan as he pulled his phone from his pocket. A few seconds of watching Chan type later, your phone chimed from where it was in your hand. Confused, you checked it because Minho was in the same room, so he would’ve actually spoke to you. You were surprised to see a text from Chan: I know you still need help with your music project, but I would really like to take you out for some dinner. Will you go on a date with me?

If a sappy grin was on your face when you nodded at Bang Chan, then that was between him and you.

[donknbonk]

Tagged meme

Tagged by @nightlightheart and been meaning to do this for a while now ;;

its a bit long so im gonna put it under a read more

Rules: Answer thirty questions, then tag twenty blogs you would like to know better.

1. Nicknames? Tek, Deng, Tekky, Donky, RedDog, theres honestly a long list but most know me as Tek and Deng

2. Gender? Male

3. Star sign? Aquarius 

4. Height?  The last I checked I was around 5′10

5. Time? 10:19PM

6. Birthday? Feburary 5th

7. Favorite bands? I like of somewhat old bands like Modest Mouse, Foxy Shazam, Panic! at the Disco

But my tastes are very open so I have a lot of “favorites” tbh

8. Favorite solo artists? Nekobolo, Mitchie M, Maretu, Snail House, Giga-P, Powapowa-P (r.i.p), Kira, Sohta, and so many others

a lot of my favorite solo artists are vocaloid producers and you’ll find vocaloid music pops up in my tastes a lot

9. Song stuck in my head? Lately Sohta’s song “See You Tomorrow” has just been playing on and on in my head but also Orangestar’s  “快晴” has been on my mind too

10. Last movie watched? Princess Mononoke!! It was my first time watching it and it was absolutely amazing

11. Last show watched? I’ve been trying to make it through Naruto because I never actually properly saw it growing up...

Its pretty good!! But man does it take forever to get through a lot of the episodes..But I’m loving the older vibe of it I really miss that old feeling a lot of old animes gave me

12. When did I create my blog? I made this one in like? 2015 I think? BUT I technically been around since 2013 I just ended up deleting and remaking due to...reasons

13. What do I post? furries, art, video games, anime, pretty much anything that falls into my interests and aesthetic

14. Last thing I Googled? Kirby Triple Deluxe to check when it was released..which is actually Janurary 11th!! It’ll be its birthday and Taranza’s too

15. Do you have other blogs? I had an AD but that place is dead now lol, but I also have a pokeask blog...thats also dead due to inactivity (sorry oops)

there are a couple others? but theyre both dead too though so eh

16. Do you get asks? Not really! I wouldn’t mind some though actually I honestly find asks to be tumblr’s best feature and can lead to fun situations, I’ve always wanted to do like fun little things where ppl ask stuff and I draw silly doodles in reply

17. Why did you choose your url? I thought of it randomly! Actually the reason I even use this url is because a certain BLUE BIRD suspended my account on another site and I ended up having to make a new one with the @donknbonk url (go follow me on there btw 👀) and when I started using tumblr again I felt like my old url didnt fit anymore since I dont use a dragon as much anymore as a sona so here we are

18. Following? 1,575...listen i like to horde content ok

19. Followers? 90 which is a lot less than my twitter actually

20. Favorite colours? purple, orange, blues, pinks, greens, i have a lot!

21. Average hours of sleep? my sleep schedule really depends but i usually end up sleeping way more than i should be

22. Lucky number? funnily enough its 7

23. Instruments? i have a guitar but i dont know how to use it? but honestly id rather play the piano

24. What am I wearing? blue PJ pants and a cookie monster t-shirt

25. How many blankets I sleep with? a l l

26. Dream job? id like to work in the art field somewhere whether it be animation, concept artist, whatever works

27. Dream trip? id like to go to japan! but canada, or where my bf lives would be nice

idk theres a lot of cool places id like to go, all i wouldnt mind living in too

28. Favorite foods? seafood! honestly seafood and chinese are probably my favorites

29. Nationality? ‘murica

30. Favorite song now? refer back to the songs i said were stuck in my head

tagging @thatpersonthatdoesstuff @slippdipp @artromage !

[kinkingbird-blog]

“Versus” Rubberbrian

NAME: “Versus”

FANDOM: Shipgrumps

CHAPTER: 1/1

PAIRINGS: Brian/Ross (ninjaninja)

SUMMARY: During their third date, a challenge is posed: Ross’s lack of gag reflex versus Brian’s giant monster cock

RATING: E.

WARNINGS: Deepthroating

WORD COUNT: 3,471

AO3 Cross Post: [x]

Commissions are open!!

Buy Me A Coffee, if you’d like~

It was on their technically third date – while Brian’s arm was around Ross’s shoulder as they watched a movie on his couch – when Ross began to get antsy. It was something Brian was familiar with; they might be new romantic interests, but he’d been working with him for years now. When Ross began shifting around and drumming his fingers on his thighs, he was getting ready to do something ridiculous. Often it was for content. Here? Not so much.

Brian caught Ross’s hand and looked down at him, quirking a brow. “Should I ask what’s on your mind?”

“What?” Ross’s voice cracked in the way it often did when he was trying to divert attention or outright lie. “Nothing. Nothing’s on my mind.”

Brian stayed quiet. He stared at Ross. He knew the effect he had on people – if Ross had something he wanted to say, eventually the ever present weight of Brian’s gaze would drag it out of him whether he liked it or not.

Ross’s leg began bouncing under their loosely joined hands. He shifted his weight, pulling in closer to Brian, and pulled his other leg up under the other. He brushed his thumb over Brian’s hand.

Brian waited.

Eventually Ross’s gaze wandered toward him – but not to where Brian expected. Rather than getting eye contact – a sweet moment of getting to take in the soft shade of Ross’s blue eyes – he got to see Ross stare straight at his crotch.

Oh God.

“What is it?” Brian asked dryly, quirking a brow, and Ross looked back at the screen, toes wiggling restlessly on the carpet, before returning his gaze just a few seconds later. “Ross.”

“What?! Nothing!”

Brian grabbed the controller and paused Netflix, then turned on the couch to face Ross, amusement bubbling up in his chest. He liked Ross. He really did. The marriage, obviously, had been a point of contention when Brian first started realizing how Ross making him laugh made his heart flutter a little faster too, but...Holly was a gem. The best, really. A beautiful woman who’d come to Brian before he’d even really known what he was feeling. At the time, it seemed like very convenient to have coffee and talk about how she and Ross had opened their marriage a few months ago. Asking for advice from someone older and wiser, she’d said. Wondering what his thoughts on it were. Asking if Brian had ever been nonmonogamous in his life.

Almost as if she knew exactly the kind of circles he’d used to run around in. Weird, that. He still wasn’t convinced that Holly couldn’t read minds.

It had been a good talk. Brian had almost gotten out of it with his pride intact before the very end, when Holly brought up how she’d seen Brian staring at her husband’s ass the last three times she’d been in the office with them.

Ross was oblivious, she’d reminded him, and that he’d need to move slowly. So Brian had. It hadn’t been hard – Brian always enjoyed playing achingly slow long games, rife with seduction and sweetness – and by the time that Ross started tripping over his words around him, he’d already had their first date planned out.

He felt almost like a gentleman. Their first date, he’d given Ross a sweet kiss outside of his home that Holly teased him about in a text as soon as Brian had gotten in his car. Their second date, there’d been a slow, intoxicating makeout on Brian’s couch where he was frankly stunned at how Ross was so willing to take his glacial pace.

Contact calmed Ross, he’d found out. Cuddles, hand holding, even just their legs pressed together kept his mind slow. The melting of their lips together was enough to keep him satisfied rather than chasing the high of sex. And...oddly, Brian liked the slowness. He liked feeling like they were in this for a long game. That they both didn’t want to mess it up by running too fast.

The eyes on his dick, however, told him that maybe Ross had decided he was ready to take another step. Adrenaline bit Brian’s veins, challenging his heart to thrum faster and faster.

“You have something to ask me, don’t you?” Better to lead Ross into it. He wasn’t nearly as contrary when there wasn’t a controller in his hands, but he did need someone to give him a little push, so to speak.

Ross bit his mouth shut and looked away, stubbornness rolling off of him in waves. That was fine. Brian lifted their joined hands and kissed the back of his hand, then rubbed his stubble lightly against it. He could wait.

Silence. One more glance. A look at Brian’s face. And away again.

He waited. And finally Ross took a deep breath, steeling himself. “Danny says you have the biggest dick he’s ever seen.”

Brian burst out in surprised laughter, throwing his head back. Of all the things he’d been expecting to hear, it hadn’t been that. “I had no idea the subject of my dick was Danny’s favorite thing to talk about.”

“No! Well. Maybe.” Ross chuckled. “He just, y’know, he was joking around with me and Arin, and it came up, I guess-”

“When was this?”

Ross looked away, examining the ceiling with rapt fascination.

Ah. Brian touched Ross’s chin and turned it to look at him. “Ross.”

“Goddammit,” he whispered first, then turned to face him too, their knees touching. “Like five years ago?”

Brian blinked. That was the last thing he’d been expecting. It took a little mental math, but he hit on just about when that would’ve been. “...we were filming a video together, and you were talking about my dick?”

Ross laughed again as he looked down, playing with their joined hands. “Maybe.”

He remembered the shoot well – the one they shot with Jon, before the announcement of Danny and Ross’s new show had even been made on the channel. He remembered how young Ross had felt, in comparison to himself, but how artistically brilliant he had been even then just in the doodles he’d make on his paper in between takes.

He’d liked him all the same. He’d spent all day teasing him when the cameras were off just to watch Ross complain and turn red and get mad at him. And now look at us. His lips quirked, gaze going soft on Ross’s face as he drank him in without shame.

“So is it?”

Brian blinked. “What?”

“Big.” Ross looked up at him with faux innocence in his eyes, and it was enough to make Brian smirk, barely holding back his own laughter.

“There are ways to find out, you know,” Brian pointed out, shifting to lean back against the arm of the couch in silent invitation. Ross looked him up and down, and he swore he could feel a thrill each place that his gaze settled on.

“You could just tell me.”

“Yeah, but where’s the fun in that?”

“Dick.”

“Yes.” Brian twisted his leg, knee pointing at the ceiling, and knitted his hands together behind his neck.

It was only a matter of time. Ross had absolutely no impulse control when he wasn’t being distracted. He’d proved that every time he’d accidentally broken something just from fiddling with it in between shoots. And, sure enough, Ross slipped between Brian’s thighs, spreading his legs without shame with hands high on Brian’s jeans.

“Did you know I don’t have a gag reflex?” Ross asked it like he might ask about a grocery list or an old piece of video game trivia from a decade before. Like it was something he could bring up in casual dinner conversation, as if he wasn’t currently opening Brian’s belt with fingers that kept tripping over themselves.

Okay. So we’re doing this. Brian certainly didn’t mind. He let Ross tug him forward by the belt loops another inch, making him slouch with Ross sitting high above him, and licked his lips. “I might have heard that, yeah.”

Ross nodded. “I used to blow my roommate in college off and on.”

“You’re kidding me.”

“Nope!” Ross slid down Brian’s zipper and pulled at his pants and boxer briefs both. Only the spots of pink on his cheeks betrayed any hint of real desire. “We’d get bored sometimes. We didn’t exactly have girlfriends. It just made things easier than dealing with being horny teenagers or whatever.”

“So instead of getting girlfriends, you just blew each other?” The mental image was enough to have Brian’s cock, which had only been stirring with curiosity, immediately surge toward hardness.

Ross nodded.

“Ross, I think you had a boyfriend.”

“Nah.” He grinned, glancing up. His flush brought out the shade of his eyes, and Brian couldn’t look away even if he tried. “Are you kidding me? Nobody wanted to put up with me then. I was an asshole.”

Brian chuckled. “Then how’d you get Holly?”

Ross shrugged. “Just lucky, I guess.”

“Uh-huh.” Brian reached out and cupped his cheek, thumbing over it. “Or maybe you were actually a pretty good catch. You ever think of that?”

“Nope.” But Ross turned his head, kissing Brian’s palm, as one last tug of his clothes revealed his cock, curving upward. Ross froze, his breathing audibly stopping, and he took Brian in hand immediately with a sureness that made Brian gasp. “Geez, Danny wasn’t kidding-”

“Okay, I have to know now: how much does Danny talk about my dick, exactly?” Brian asked breathlessly.

Ross’s hand twisted around Brian’s shaft, as if mapping him out and memorizing him. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“Yes, actually.” Brian’s other hand slipped into Ross’s fine strands of silky hair. More addicting to feel than pistachios were to eat. “That’s why I asked.”

“Well, maybe you’ll find out later, if you’re good.”

That was an interesting game to throw in there. Brian was always the dominating one in games like that, and the twist on Ross’s tone whispered of two possibilities: that Ross liked being in charge, or Ross liked being bratty until someone took charge from him. He’d have to find out – and he looked forward to the chance.

Ross hummed, tilting his head to the side, his smile widening. “You fit nicely in my hand. I guess that’s pretty cool.”

Brian huffed. “Thanks.” How Ross could carry on casual conversation with a dick in his grip, he wasn’t sure, but he didn’t seem the least bit concerned about hurrying the encounter or actually putting his mouth on Brian – and why would he? He was distracted now. Busy. Focused on something else. The restlessness that had been running through him had slipped away.

It just meant Brian was the one suffering as he held his hips firmly on the couch, not flinching or moving an inch lest Ross think he was being rushed.

“No, you do.” Ross thumbed over the head of his cock, gathering up the slickness of precum, and Brian bit his bottom lip, holding back his moan but not quite managing to keep his breathy sigh from escaping. “Y’know, I’ve never had a cock in my ass before.” Slight twinges of his old accent peeked out, and Brian focused on his face with laser intensity – his accent slips only happened if he was excited or nervous, and there was something about hearing it in this situation that was undeniably erotic. “Dunno if this is the best candidate for my first, but...”

“You could fuck me, if you wanted.” Brian’s voice was rough now – husky, almost a growl – and Ross’s gaze flicked up to meet his. “If that was something you were interested in, that is.”

“Really?” He beamed at Brian like he’d just been offered a next generation console for free a year ahead of everyone else. “Wow, I...never thought you’d let me do that.”

“Why not?”

Ross snorted and sat tall on his knees, even as his hand kept absently stroking Brian from balls to tip. “Look at me, I’m like one hundred pounds soaking wet. I’m not exactly a, uh, a bear or whatever?”

“You fuck Holly, don’t you?”

Ross glanced up again, open curiosity in his eyes, and Brian tucked that away. Bringing up his new lover’s wife in the context of the bedroom was definitely a gamble – would it upset Ross or confuse him? – and the fact that it made him look interested in whatever Brian had to say was...interesting. “Yeah?”

Brian’s lips quirked. “So it’s not like you’re a total bottom.”

“I mean, sure!” He laughed nervously. “I-I guess, yeah.”

“So. You can fuck me whenever you want.” He shrugged. He’d probe the idea of Holly a little more later – she’d given Brian plenty of looks of her own, after all.

“Wow...” Ross looked back down at his cock, chewing on his bottom lip through his smile. “All right. I’ll keep that in mind. But first...” He put a hand on Brian’s belly and pushed, shoving him back until his spine pressed painfully against the couch arm, and he spoke over Brian’s loud complaint. “First, I said! We’ve got a challenge! My lack of gag reflex versus your giant monster cock!”

Well, he could deal with bruising a vertebra or two for a statement like that. “All right. So go for it.”

“I’m going!” Ross shot him a playful glare. “Don’t rush me.”

“No, absolutely not, take your time,” Brian teased. “Just, you know, maybe before snow starts falling.”

“In California? Snow doesn’t fall here, Brian, like-”

Oh, here we go.

“Maybe in a few locations, sure – we’ve got mountains, after all – but the likelihood of snow actually falling on your rooftop? That’s stupid, there’s no way that would happen, especially not with global warmi-”

Brian cupped the back of Ross’s neck and tugged him down an inch, his lips still twisted into a smirk, and Ross continued to run his mouth even as a playful spark burst in his eyes.

“So, y’know, if you’re saying that I’m not going to be able to get my mouth around you before snow starts falling, really you’re just setting yourself up for a lifetime away from dick sucking, and that seems like an awful thing, and-”

Brian tipped his head to the side as Ross easily came down onto his stomach. Interesting. He flopped right where Brian’s touch requested, and though the edges of his eyes started crinkling in amusement, he certainly wasn’t fighting him. So he’d been right, after all. A brat, through and through, needing guidance before he would take huge steps himself – and Brian certainly wasn’t complaining.

“Anyway, since that’s what you’re asking for, I guess it’d be rude if I just started shoving your cock down my throat, because I wouldn’t wanna violate what you want, so-”

With his other hand wrapping around Ross’s, Brian guided the tip of his cock and ran it over Ross’s lips, painting them slickly with his precum. He finally went quiet. He stared up at Brian, excitement in his gaze and his mouth parted in the middle of an aborted word, and after long seconds of Brian shivering from the teasing stimulation, Ross flicked his pink tongue out and gave a quick little lick.

Brian let out a shaky breath, letting it be loud and encouraging, and Ross took a longer lap, dragging the flat of his tongue over his cock so slowly that every muscle in Brian’s abdomen clenched. A string of saliva extended from the tip of his cock to Ross’s tongue as he pulled his head back a few inches, his eyes never leaving Brian’s.

“Look at you,” Brian whispered. “You look fucking sinful, Ross.”

He laughed, licking his lips clean, and Brian’s hand tightened around the back of his neck. “Well. Lucky for you, I’ve never been pure a day in my life, huh?” Ross countered just before he took him deep into his mouth.

There was no foreplay. The banter had been the foreplay, Brian realized with a shock as Ross went straight down his shaft with no hesitation or visible signs of discomfort. One moment, his cock was in the air, and the next it was brushing along his velvety soft palate, pressed there by Ross’s tongue, just before it eased into something tighter.

Brian flicked his eyes downward, and his mouth fell open as he watched Ross’s throat begin to swell with the width of his cock. Ross’s breathing went completely silent – cut off rather than held – and Brian fought to process the image, feeling wave after wave of endorphins bliss him out as everything clicked a little more into place.

Ross, suffocating himself on Brian’s cock with no questions asked, his eyes perfectly dry rather than wet from gagging, his body accommodating Brian in an incredibly beautiful and rude way – and his lips just slightly upturned in amusement.

“Holy shit,” Brian whispered, and Ross’s shoulders shook in a silent laugh that couldn’t vibrate in his obstructed throat.

And then he swallowed, and Brian went completely limp on the couch with a sharp groan.

Ross held himself there, his nose nestled in Brian’s pubic hair – a sensation Brian had never felt, had never imagined he would feel – as he swallowed around him over and over again, a bizarre undulation that had him feeling like he was going to jump out of his skin. It was a strange pleasure, one he’d never quite experienced, and it gripped him, rolling him around in a maelstrom, hyperfocused on the feeling of being so intimately clenched without any movement whatsoever.

He lost himself in a sharp roll of moans and grunts that he refused to even try to hold back – not when Ross looked so damn happy with exactly what he was accomplishing. Eventually, though, Ross’s hands gripped Brian’s thighs, squeezing spasmodically in a way that Brian recognized – an unbidden reaction from his body struggling from not getting air – and he took Ross by the hair and pulled him off slowly, making sure not to hurt his throat or mouth, until he heard Ross gasp for air.

“I wasn’t done yet,” Ross complained, but the glare he tried to send Brian was completely ineffective when his voice already sounded like it was half gone.

“Fuck, you’re gonna need to record tomorrow.” Brian squeezed his eyes shut. “Arin’s not gonna be happy.”

“Fuck Arin.” Ross pulled out of Brian’s loose grip. “I’ll blow him too and shut him up, whatever, wouldn’t be the first time.”

Brian’s cock twitched, his balls already so dangerously close to tightening up, and he groaned, throwing his head back. “Shit, please don’t talk about that. I don’t need to think about Arin coming down your throat yet.”

Ross chuckled through his raw voice. “Here, lemme show you what he likes. Just picture his face.”

“Ross- fuck!” Brian bucked as Ross took him down again and started an almost frantic, primal pace, bobbing up and down his cock hard and fast so that it slipped down his throat with each pass that he took. It was impossible to resist him. Brian had invited him over, expecting a few more shy kisses and hand holds, and here was Ross completely wrecking him from head to toe, spreading a sudden sheen of sweat over his body and making his toes curl.

“Ross, you’re gonna make me come.” He meant it as a warning – for him to pull off if he wasn’t interested – but Ross let out a bright sort of squeak, pleased, and buried his face against Brian’s abdomen again, and it only took one more swallow around him before Brian let go. He dug his fingers into Ross’s shoulders and shuddered, blinded by whiteness and going limp on the couch.

Ross rudely sucked at him just a little more, drawing out the pleasure until it became a dull ache, and only then did he pull off with a satisfied sigh. “Best way to do it,” he explained in a cracking tone. “Don’t even taste it then.”

Brian looked at him with wide eyes. “You’re such a little shit, oh my God.”

“Yeah, but you like it.” From any other person, that would sound prideful, but there was a soft vulnerability hanging around just beneath his tone. A question.

Brian answered it by dragging Ross forward and kissing him languidly. He made sure Ross was sprawled out over Brian’s body in a full cuddle before he cupped the back of his head and pulled away those insecurities little by little with the movement of their mouths together.

When Ross finally relaxed against him with a sigh, wrapping his arms around Brian’s waist, Brian knew there was no way in hell he was ever letting this kid think shit about himself ever again. Not on his watch. Not ever.

[synoviid]

*cracks knuckles* gonna fit so many questions in this ask. Alright: what cat breed is sirius meant to be? did his story ever go through any major overhauls? What is his original backstory/story? How old were you when you made him, and has he been the same age ever since? Whats his favourite food? What breed of cat is he/why? Does his space theme mean more than just aesthetics?

OKAY I WILL ANSWER ALL OF THESE.

1. what cat breed is sirius meant to be?

sirius is based off of the oriental shorthair, theyre my favorite cat breed! i gave him big ass ears and a really sharp profile, heres a ref of him from the side done in mspaint + an image of an oriental shorthair for reference:

2. did his story ever go through any major overhauls?

OKAY so originally when i made him i wasnt trying to design a character, i was just doodling and fucking around but i always did have a kind of "this guys an outcast" vibe going on with him. ive been developing him for a very long time, and each time i would draw him over the years i kind of added more to his backstory. i took a lot of inspiration from the book dogsbody which is literally about a high ranking star getting sent to earth after being framed for murder, which is the same thing i did with sirius except hes 1. a cat 2. an anthro and 3. never goes back to space. tldr; i dont think i ever majorly overhauled his STORY, but his design went through a major change every time i drew him, ive stuck with this one though

3. what is his original backstory?

hes always been an outcast and originally i did have him commit murder but it was under the guise that he was being controlled by someone to do it, he gets sent down to earth and has to find a way to prove his innocence from there, but that eventually got scrapped (sirius got introjected into the system and was like hey. none of this is correct. to which i responded ok! and redid everything) there is the fact that he was supposed to have two best friends, altair and deneb, but i ended up scrapping them (he does have friends and family though! feel free to ask about them too <3)

4. how old were you when you made him? and has he been the same age ever since?

i was 10 when i made him, and he was around 16 when i created him. when i redid his design, i decided to keep him being older than me despite him basically being my fursona, in system he just turned 20 and ive recently turned 16, so hes always been about 4-6 years older than me!

5. whats his favorite food?

sirius is a huge fan of burritos, but if you asked him directly he would answer flatly that coffee is his favorite thing to consume (he has a complicated ass starbucks order)

6. what breed of cat is he/why?

already answered! but i can say hes technically not a cat at his core, his original species is named phosphor and theyve got a lot of stuff going on there

7. does his space theme mean more than just aesthetics?

not exactly beyond the fact that space and stars have been a hyperfixation of mine since i was VERY young, once i named him sirius i remembered. Hey there are other stars that have names and i tried to work that into the system too

THANK YOU FOR ALL THE QUESTIONS i love this sm anyone who wants to can feel free to send questions about sirius/his story/his anything! hes at front currently too so like i said he may end up answering some of these questions :3

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The Monk (Chapter 2/2)

Chapter 1

ao3 (featuring slightly better formatting)

“A Monk. One of those quiet-types with robes and fancy handwriting?” Hopper looks at Wheeler skeptically.

“It’s not like - no, not a medieval monk. They’re like...”

“Monks believe in perfecting themselves, physically and spiritually, in pursuit of enlightenment,” Dustin advises sagely, balancing potato chips on four of his fingertips.

“And that sounds like me to you, huh?”

“Um - yeah, of course it does,” Wheeler responds cheerily. Hopper’s going to pretend he doesn’t notice the glance at his stomach, because otherwise one thing will lead to another, and at the end of the day he understands that it’s never ok to beat up a child.

“They also believe in punching people real hard in the face,” Lucas adds dryly.

Hopper tilts his head. Alright, he’ll give them that one. “And this role, or whatever - that determines what I can do?”

“Your class. And yeah, kind of,” Wheeler replies, turning one of those massive rulebooks toward him. “They determine your hit dice, and your ability set, and how much experience you need for certain effects, and what - ”

“Whoa, whoa, ok. Slow down. You promised me I wouldn’t have to look at any charts.”

Wheeler looks disappointed for a moment, but then shrugs as if to say ‘your loss.’

“So. Monk,” Hopper resumes. “That’s the closest thing this game has to a cop?”

Nobody responds for a couple of seconds. Dustin becomes very interested in his hat, Lucas starts idly tapping Max’s jeans with his pencil’s eraser (she grimaces affectionately; Hopper hadn’t known that was something a person could do), and Will concentrates intently on a doodle he’s been sketching in the corner of his character sheet. “Sure,” Mike says eventually.

Hopper glances at El, who shrugs shyly without making eye contact. “Do me a favor, kids,” he says after a moment. “Don’t ever commit a crime that requires you to lie to the police. It’s not your strong suit.”

El has the decency to look embarrassed, but Wheeler just scratches the back of his head. “Well - ok, maybe technically there’s another class that’s more like a police officer. But it’s taken.”

“You can’t have more than one of each?”

“Well you could, I guess, but... we don’t.”

Of course they don’t. “Ok. So which one is it. I assume it’s not maestro over there - ” Dustin waggles his eyebrows helpfully. “ - or red’s made-up speed demon, or El’s witch.”

“Mage,” El corrects gravely.

“Right. So that leaves the clerk, or - ”

“Cleric,” Will says, crossing his arms. Jesus, kid can glare as good as his mother when he wants to.

“ - or bandana over there.”

“Lucas is a Ranger. And no, it’s not any of those.”

“Well,” Hopper concludes patiently, “I may not be a math whiz, but I’m pretty sure that’s all five of you. There some invisible player here I don’t know about? Bad manners not to introduce a guest to the host, kid.”

“Um, hello?” Wheeler says. “There’s six of us here.”

Hopper frowns. “I thought you were the, uh. The Dungeon Master.”

“Right now, sure. We trade off sometimes, though.”

“Yeah but Mike’s the best at it,” Will notes matter-of-factly. In response Wheeler does his best not to look cocky, which isn’t saying much.  

Dustin gives a half-shrug. “Eh, for stories. Lucas still kills it when it comes to running tactical scenarios.”

“And yet he couldn’t stalk for shit,” Max laments teasingly, flicking Lucas’s temple, who flinches and grins. (Hopper decides he doesn’t want to know.)

“Anyway - I’m a Paladin, which is probably the closest thing to law enforcement. But I mean that’s just based on specs and general outline. Really backstory is more important, and Monks have to be Lawful, which fits the police, right?”

Hopper smells bullshit - exhibit A, there’s no goddamn Paladin in the group at the moment, and since he doesn’t expect he’ll be investing in a set of mutated dice anytime soon why the hell does it matter if he plays one - but whatever. He’s doing this for El. Stop arguing and get it over with, Jim. “Fine. But let me state for the record, you’re missing out on a real bonding opportunity, Wheeler. Don’t you think El’d love it if her two favorite men had matching classes?”

El smiles widely and Wheeler looks embarrassed, so as far as Hopper’s concerned he’s 2 for 0.

“Alright, so I’m physically disciplined, I punch people, I’m law-abiding. That enough to get started here or what?”

“Lawful. Different from law-abiding,” Dustin amends in what Hopper supposes is meant to be a professorial tone.

“How you figure.”

“It’s part of your alignment. I mean yeah, Lawful people usually are law-abiding, but it’s more than that.”

Hopper rubs his temples preemptively. “Alignment.”

“Mhm. Everyone has an alignment. It’s a system on two axes; on the one side you’ve got your Lawful, Neutral, Chaotic, on the other it’s Good, Neutral, and - ”

“I know you’re not showing me a chart but now I’m picturing one in my head, which I’ve decided counts. Why don’t you just... tell me what you all are and I can be that too.”

Will’s gone back to doodling - the kid’s intimidatingly good, even if he puts the timid in intimidating; Hopper feels mildly unsettled when draws dries, sometimes, half-convinced that one day he’ll look over Will’s shoulder and see more of those damn vines spilling out onto the page. Anyway he’s doodling, and doesn’t look up when he replies. “We’re different. Mike and I are Lawful Good, Dustin and Max are Chaotic Good, and El and Lucas are Neutral - ”

“ - Good, yeah, I get it, you’re the good guys. Fine. So I’m Lawful Good?”

“If you want to be. You could try Lawful Neutral if you’re feeling edgy. The law applies to good and evil alike! That kind of thing. Like Judge Dredd, or... man, is there anyone in Star Wars who’d be Lawful Neutral?” Wheeler asks, looking mildly distressed.

“It’d be lost on me anyway, kid,” Hopper reassures.

“Inspector Javert’s Lawful Neutral,” Dustin provides.

Hopper grunts; he took Sara to see that show, once, when she was too little to understand much of what was happening. “You never struck me as one for musicals.”

“What? I have a soft spot for Les Mis. My mom likes it. Besides, I am a Bard. I dreaaaamed a dreaaaaam in time gone byyyyyyy - ”

“Just - god - please. Don’t,” Hopper pleads quietly.

God spurns him. Will joins in without looking up from his doodling, forehead creasing with due melodrama. “When hoooope was hiiiiiigh and liiiiiife worth liviiiiing. I dreaaaaamed that loooove would never dii - ow!” the boys say simultaneously as Max and Lucas, perfectly choreographed, smack them upside the head. At least El’s laughing.

“So can we get started or - ” Hopper and Mike both say, overtop each other.

El laughs harder.

Yes, though, it turns out, they can.

“Unbeknownst to the party - unbeknownst even to Ariybar himself - there’s another witness to the dark proceedings underway in the ritual chamber. A tall man with a hard gaze lurks just outside the secret doorway, having followed the brave adventurers here at the behest of the Order of the Golden Shield. The Order, a band of warriors dedicated to seeking justice across the land, sent their top operative - known only as Chief - to ensure the safe return of the princess, given - um - some... creative solutions, that this particular group has been known to employ on occasion.”

“Look,” Dustin interjects, “if that goat hadn’t looked at me funny I never would have had to - ”

“Would you shut it about the goat already,” Lucas hisses. “Besides, he’s probably talking about the time El first discovered her powers and almost burnt down the entire Enchanted Forest.”

El makes a face at him. “Better than Doomstoll.”

“Yeah, Lucas. I don’t remember El spending half an hour flirting with a young maiden who turned out to be a kobold in disguise,” Will teases.

Max raises an eyebrow.

“In my defense,” Lucas says, holding up his hands, “Mike said she was hot.”

“Yeah? What’d she look like?”

“Oh you know. Dark hair, petite. Dainty. Just how I like ‘em,” he says with a grin. Max shoves him.

“Yeah except actually she looked like if a wet rat had sex with a lizard,” Dustin notes. “Not sure what that says about you Max.”

“Doesn’t say anything about me. Just shows how pitifully desperate this nerd used to be.”

“Guys can we focus here? - So, Chief, you’re listening in and have just heard Ariybar explain his plan. It’s clear from the way the runes along the wall are reacting that his ritual is about to begin. What do you do?”

Hopper finds himself feeling surprisingly nervous all the sudden, and it doesn’t help that they’re all staring at him expectantly. “Do I get choices, or something?”

Wheeler shakes his head. “You can do anything you want. As long as it doesn’t go against the rules.”

He grunts. “So the Dungeon Master is Lawful, is what you’re saying.”

Wheeler smiles. “What do you do?” he repeats.

Hopper glances at El, who nods encouragingly. “I, uh... do I have a gun?”

“What do you think,” Wheeler responds, looking unimpressed.

“Ok, fine. A weapon?”

The Dungeon Master taps his fingertips against the cover of a rulebook, mouth twisted in thought, before he picks up a die and rolls it. “Yeah, ok. Traditionally Monks don’t rely on weapons and armor, but we’ll say you’ve got a knife with you. You’ll do more damage with your fists, though, if you decide to attack.”

“Does he have Quivering Palm?” Dustin asks excitedly.

“What? No. That’s level 13 and above.”

“Yeah, but he’s older. More experienced.”

“Age doesn’t matter when it comes to level.”

“Yeah, I know, but...”

“No. Overruled. He’s the same level as the rest of you.” Kid takes to authority a little too well, Hopper thinks with a frown. And judging by the impish smile his daughter’s sending Wheeler’s way, she likes it.

“So where’s everyone standing, relative to me,” he interrupts, before his mind can start going all sorts of bad places.

“Ok - the party is about 15 feet into the room. Ariybar is hovering a foot or so off the ground about 10 feet in front of them. Here,” he says, pulling a board of sorts out into the center of the floor space, “we probably should’ve set this up earlier. Each square is 5 feet by 5 feet. With your speed you can move 30 feet per combat round - but we’re not in combat yet, so, ignore that for now. Uhh so this one’s Ariybar,” he says, picking up a statuette of a gnarled little creature and placing it on the board. “And here’s Will, El, Max, Lucas, Dustin... and this one’s you.”

The figurine he chooses is a ripped old bald guy with a big stick. Kind of like if Gandhi had decided to skip the hunger strikes and spent all his afternoons at the gym instead. “And he doesn’t know I’m here yet.”

“Right.”

Hopper scratches his neck, realizes he missed a spot shaving. Eh, it’s the weekend. “How long until this ritual thing is complete?”

“You don’t know. You’re not a caster.”

“Wait, wait, wait. You don’t need to be a caster to know about spells,” Dustin contests.

“Yeah, but this is a unique ritual.”

Lucas makes a face. “That’s weak. He didn’t get to pick his backstory or skills, how do we know he doesn’t have a knowledge concentration or something?”

“Because he doesn’t!”

“Weak.”

“Well - Ariybar’s an illusionist. So an arcane caster,” Will notes. “A Monk might know about divine magic, but probably not arcane.”

“Thank you,” Wheeler says, as Dustin and Lucas both appear to reluctantly concede, leaning back.

“Wise,” Will reminds with a shy smile, tapping his forehead.

“So are you going to do something, or...” Max prods.

“Yeah,” Hopper grunts, clearing his throat. “Just a couple more questions first.”

Mike toys with something behind his little Dungeon Master wall/board/whatever. “The runes flair dramatically; you get the sense you don’t have much time left. I’ll give you one more question.”

“Just one?”

“Yeah.”

Hopper grunts again, and finds he isn’t above waiting a few extra breaths as the group stares at him expectantly. Dramatic tension, or some shit. He slouches in his chair to get closer to eye level with the group seated on the floor. Also because it’s a Saturday and he’s lazy. “What’s he wearing.”

Wheeler frowns, and Dustin and Lucas glance at each other. Max looks ready to be offended and/or disgusted; El just looks confused.

“ - sorry?” Wheeler replies eventually.

“I said, what’s he wearing.”

“You mean like what equipment he has, or - ”

“Is that how you take it when someone asks you what you’re wearing to the school dance? They want to know if you’re bringing a sword? I mean exactly what I said.”

After a few more skeptical seconds, Wheeler shrugs. “Ok - um, he’s got a somewhat dirty white tunic covered by lightweight leather armor. Brown pants. A cloth belt and muddy boots, and a red robe, undecorated but definitely the best-maintained part of his outfit. There’s a pendant around his neck, a blue stone on a gold chain.”

“And that’s it?”

Wheeler looks uncomfortable for what might be the first time since Hopper got dragged into this mess, and it takes a little effort to keep from smirking. “I mean... that you can see. Yeah.”

Hopper nods. “Alright. Here goes nothing,” he mutters. “I step out into the room.”

“Do you sneak?”

He shakes his head. “Looks to me like someone needs to interrupt him. So I interrupt him.”

Wheeler nods. “Ok. What do you say?”

Hopper rubs at the patch of stubble on his neck. “Uh - so I just say it to you?”

“Yeah. Pretend I’m Ariybar.”

Hopper’s not going to do that, because a teenage supervillain in an argyle sweater isn’t something he’s sure he can take seriously. So he focuses on preparing his response instead. “Stop right there,” he says with as much authority as he’s willing to muster.

“Ariybar’s sinister smirk is interrupted by a confused frown as he looks toward you, and the runes dim slightly. ‘What’s this? Another hapless soul for my master to consume?’”

Hopper’s eyebrow twitches. The kid has a flair for the theatrical, no doubt, but his voices could use some work. “I’m here to stop you,” he says with something like heroism, reevaluating all the choices in his life that have led him to this moment.

“Who the hell are you?” Dustin asks emphatically.

“...what do you mean, who the hell am I.”

“No - my character says that.”

“Wheeler just told you who I was. A Monk from the League of the Gold Medalists or whatever.”

“Order of the Golden Shield,” Mike says impatiently. “Like a police badge?”

“I know he said that,” Dustin resumes, his professor voice on display again. “But you’re not supposed to metagame. ‘What is metagaming,’ you’re no doubt asking yourself. Well, that’s an excellent question, Chief Hopper’s hypothetical internal monologue. Metagaming means acting on knowledge you have as a player but that your character wouldn’t know. It’s like cheating.”

“So in addition to knowing all the stuff in those books you also have to not know things to play this game.”

“Pretty much. So like I said - ‘Who the hell are you?’”

Hopper closes his eyes, rubs the corner of one with his thumb. “I’m from the Order of the, uh...”

“Golden Shield.”

“ - Golden Shield, I was about to say that. I followed you twerps here to make sure you actually got the job done.”

“Are you kidding me? The king doesn’t trust us? After everything we’ve done for him?” Dustin exclaims, affronted.

“I mean, to be fair...” Max says, waving her hand in a circle.

“...ok, so I admit this isn’t our finest moment. But still. I thought we had a bond.”

“‘Fool. All you’ve accomplished is ensuring you’ll share your friends’ fate!’ Ariybar turns his attention to you and begins to cast a spell.”

“Not my friends,” Hopper mutters.

“Everyone’s piling it on today,” Dustin grumbles.

It takes Hopper a moment before he realizes that Will’s holding out a die pinched between two fingers in front of him. “You’ll need this,” the boy says, nodding at Wheeler, who’s flipping rapidly through pages in his rulebook.

Hopper holds out a hand for it, and Will drops it in. Well, he thinks, staring down at the lump of plastic resting on his palm, there’s no going back now. He’s about to lose his nerdginity.

“Roll a Reflex save. - Uh, just, roll that,” Mike corrects when he looks up, before Hopper can ask for clarification.

Here goes nothing.

The die cracks its knuckles against the floor and comes to rest next to an abandoned pretzel stick. “17.”

“Nice. A bright, crackling beam of energy aimed at your chest slices through the air, but as though on instinct you angle your body out of the way in the fraction of a second it takes for the spell to leave his fingertips. The wall behind you sparks and sizzles, burnt at the point of impact.”

“Holy shit, did he just dodge a bolt of lightning?” Max remarks.

“Monks get Evasion as a class ability.”

“Badass,” El says. Oh good. She’s picked up another one.

Granted, it was kind of badass.

“Punch him in the face,” Lucas suggests enthusiastically, but Hopper raises a hand to shush him.

“Wheeler said I wouldn’t know anything about the ritual. What about the rest of you? You can still talk, right?”

Will nods. “El should be able to roll a Knowledge check for it.”

“Good luck,” Lucas mutters.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Hopper says, defensively on El’s behalf.

“It just means her character’s, uh... you know, more of an emotionally-driven Mage. Not really the... bookish type.”

El sticks her tongue out at him as she picks a die to roll.

“Ariybar grimaces. ‘Dodge all you want. There’s nothing you do to stop me! In a few moments, it’ll all be over! My master will - ’”

“Yeah, listen, I heard the whole villain rant from the doorway there, so we can skip it, thanks. El?”

“One-two. Plus two. So, one-four. Fourteen,” she corrects when he gives her a look, rolling her eyes. They’ve had several disagreements where she’s made the case that her numbering system makes more sense in the end, an argument he’s found frustratingly difficult to refute - but if she’s going to be out in the world soon, she needs to learn to blend in, and that’s not how one-four-year-olds speak.

“Ok,” Wheeler says, “so you don’t know anything about this specific ritual, but you know an invocation spell like this one usually requires a focus component, and takes about a minute of concentration to cast.”

“So... the focus component is the pendant. Duh,” Max supplies.

Hopper craves a smoke, but the pack is back over on the table, which means not only would he have to unslouch to reach it, he’d have to stand. Meh. “Before your little plot twist back there I’d have made a comment about how stupid this guy is to wear an important part of his plan around his neck, out in the open like that. But I figure it must be rigged or something. That’s a thing, right? Magic booby traps or whatever?”

“It’s possible,” Dustin agrees.

“Ok. Then I pull out that knife you said I have.”

“Ariybar smirks. ‘You expect to take me down with that?’”

Hopper rubs his nose. “No. But I think it’s going to get me that little bauble around your neck.”

“‘Ha! Do your worst, hireling! This chain can’t be cut by any blade, let alone a common - ’”

“I circle round to Red and put the knife against her neck.”

“Whoa, what the hell,” Max exclaims, wide-eyed, and the rest of the group’s comments blend into the kind of cacophony Hopper usually associates with interruptions to bingo night down at the church on Thursday nights, whenever he’s called into to stop two octogenarians from tearing each other’s hair out.

“‘What are you - what are you doing?’ Ariybar demands.”

“Well,” he says, crossing his arms, “as I understand it your plan hinges on taking control of the, uh, Zoomer here. Seems like all our problems go away once she’s out of the picture.”

“Dad!” El hisses; there’s no affection in the word this time. He ignores her.

“‘You... you wouldn’t dare take an innocent life!’”

“Hey,” he shrugs, “they’re the Good guys. I’m the Neutral guy.”

“Ariybar stops levitating, feet touching the ground as he approaches you, hands raised. ‘Let’s - let’s be reasonable. Surely we can come to some arrangement. One where you don’t need to kill an innocent girl.’”

“Uh, my character’s a woman, thank you very much.”

“God Mayfield that’s not the point,” Wheeler says, either as himself or as Ariybar, Hopper can’t decide.

“Like I said,” Hopper interrupts, “this knife’s gonna get me that stone. Hand it over, and I’ll let her live.”

“Ariybar hesitates. After a moment, he reaches behind his neck and unfastens the chain, and then slips the pendant off. He plays with it a moment before slowly approaching and extending a hand to give it to you.”

“I keep my knife to her throat as I reach out to take it. Uh, I say, ‘Any funny business and she’s a goner.’” Jesus, he sounds like a 40s movie gangster. “‘You saw how fast I moved back there; don’t think my hand is any slower.’ - That’s, uh, true, right?” he asks as an aside. Dustin gives him a thumbs-up.

“Ariybar scowls and drops the stone into your hand.”

“Good. Now back off.”

“He does.”

“Woo-hoo!” Lucas cheers. “Nice thinking, Chief.”

Hopper twists his mouth and studies Wheeler, who’s managing a decent poker face. “Gave it up too easily,” he mutters in reply, and then, experiencing a sudden burst of energy, sits up nearly an entire half an inch. “Is there a way to be sure this thing isn’t another illusion?”

“You can roll to disbelieve it.”

He does, using the same bulky die as before when directed. “19.”

Lucas makes a noise. “Damn, man. Talk about beginner’s luck.”

“You can’t be 100% positive your attempt worked, but you feel confident that the stone you’re holding is real. It pulses with an otherworldly heat; magic is definitely flowing through it.”

“If I have quick hands, does that mean I have quick fingers? You know, uh, like...”

“Sleight-of-hand skills?” Wheeler asks. Hopper nods. “Sure. I think that’s reasonable.”

“Alright. Then I’m going to lower my knife and walk around behind the rest of the group. Will, do you still have that sack you were carrying around earlier?”

Will is wide-eyed and more animated than Hopper’s ever seen him; he’s been that way all day, not included play breaks, every time Hopper’s looked up to check in on the story. Uh - on the players, he means. Anyway, it’s kind of adorable. “My satchel? Yeah. It’s pretty full, though.”

“That’s fine. I’m gonna sneak the stone into the top of the bag as I pass by.”

“Ok. Give me another d20 roll.”

“11.”

Half the party groans, and for a second Hopper assumes he’s failed the roll or something. He reevaluates when El, smiling widely, leans forward to give the slightly pinkening Wheeler a peck on the lips.

“Every. Single. Eleven,” Dustin complains.

Hopper grimaces. “Maybe cut the PDA while I’m playing,” he suggests firmly. He tries his best not to get too overbearing-father-figure with El these days, especially when it comes to Wheeler - part of him does feel guilty for keeping them separated for a year, and an even deeper part of him has internalized the sting of El’s recitation of numbered days, the terrible realization that, at least on some occasions, she saw him as a warden more than a protector - but that doesn’t mean he won’t enforce boundaries where appropriate.

El shakes her head at him, though, still looking giddy. “Tradition,” she states plainly, and directs her smile at him.

It’s not fair that she can melt his heart with a look like that. His heart is supposed to be a big, hairy, manly heart, a heart like weathered concrete, and, you know, a whole bunch of other clumsily mixed metaphors. (His physician has other adjectives for it, but that’s neither here nor there.) He mutters something unintelligible and turns his attention back to the game. “So...”

Mike unflusters himself. “Yeah. The stone goes in without incident.” He makes a roll behind his wall/shield/screen.

“Good,” Hopper says. “Now all that’s left is for you to release these... adventurers, and point me in the direction of the princess.”

“You said you crossed the room?” Wheeler confirms.

“Uh... yeah, I guess I’d have to, right? If I went behind Will?” He moves Buff Gandhi to a new position on the board.

“Then Ariybar mutters an incantation and the runes flash white. Give me another d20 roll.”

“...4.” Beginner’s luck, huh.

“The light fades and you find yourself in the same state as the others, frozen in place.”

“Son of a bitch,” Dustin sighs.

“ - I mean, is anyone surprised?” Lucas asks with frustration. “What exactly was your plan, here? You basically gave up your hostage, which was the only thing stopping him from...” He trails off as Hopper fixes him with a death glare.

Ariybar picks up for him, though. “‘You arrogant fool!’ Ariybar exclaims, approaching you.” Wheeler has a cocksure smile on his face, and Hopper has another urge to exercise his Monkly proclivities for introducing smug looks to closed fists. “‘Assuming I’d just let you leave, even after you abandoned your advantage? After I’d given you my pendant?’ He cackles and crosses to Will.”

“I bare my teeth at him,” Will says, demonstrating with feeling.

“He reaches into your pack. ‘And this - this was supposed to fool me? This stone is bound to me; I would know its precise whereabouts even had you carried it halfway around the world!’ He pulls out the stone and backs away.”

Max shakes her head. “Damnit. I really thought we had him there, for a minute.” She kicks the side of the couch. “Well. Nice knowing you, everybody.”

“Still think you made it too damn hard,” Dustin mutters at Wheeler.

“Well the last three sessions you said everything was too easy! What was I supposed to - ”

“Come on, guys,” Will says, with the weary determination of a boy who has seen things. The thought occurs to Hopper as something humorous, at first, until he remembers that of course Will has seen things, felt things, lived through things, beyond anything he can really understand. “The Chief did a great job giving us a second chance. There must be something...” he says, though it’s more of a plea than anything else.

“No one’s saying he didn’t,” Lucas assures. “But we’re all paralyzed, now. Unless another one of our parents has been secretly listening in outside and decides to join in, I’m pretty sure we’re well and truly screwed.”

“The runes turn green again as Ariybar lifts off the ground; judging by the intensity of the light, he’s picking up where he left off.”

El looks at Wheeler pleadingly, who looks pained for a moment before he bites his lip and shifts his divider to block her gaze. By the time she turns that gaze to Hopper, it’s only gotten more intense. “We have to do something!”

He keeps his focus on Wheeler, stone-faced.

The kid glances around the faces of the others - apologetically? To check for last-minute strokes of genius, maybe - before he takes a deep breath and announces, “The green of the runes becomes absolutely toxic and pulses once, twice, three times, then fades to lifeless black. ‘IT IS DONE!’ Ariybar announces, cackling wildly as he settles to the floor. Max, that sinister energy you felt earlier consumes you entirely - hundreds of souls enslaved to your will, and beyond them a looming darkness in the back of your mind: your father, the Tyrant, ready to receive them, to be - ”

Hopper clears his throat. “I can talk, right?”

Mike frowns. There’s silence for a second or two as everyone pulls themselves out of the moment. “...I mean... yeah. I guess. Everybody else could, so...”

“Good. Zoomer, do me a favor, would you, tell this guy to shut the hell up?”

Max frowns. Everybody frowns. “...I don’t...” She glances uncertainly at Lucas, then at Wheeler, then at Hopper. “What do you...”

Hopper sits up so that he can lean forward, resting his elbows on his knees and interlacing his fingers. “Will, remind us what the last item you put in your bag was?”

Will creases his brow, looks decidedly confused. “Um...”

“I’ll help jog your memory. Unless I’m mistaken, it was right after you all found that scrap from the princess’s dress.”

Will blinks. “In the back of the amulet shop. Yeah, that’s right. I picked up one of the amulets so that we could test...” His eyes widen.

“That’s right. You did. To test its effects, or something. And I seem to recall that this - what was it he called me? Arrogant fool? - that this arrogant fool said anyone who’s touched one of these amulets would be under the Zoomer’s control as soon as his ritual finished. Your pack was pretty full, and that amulet you picked up would’ve been on top. Poor guy should’ve worn gloves. But we know he didn’t. Wheeler said he’d described everything Ariybar was wearing.” Hopper lets the smirk he’s been sitting on creep out onto his face.

Max blinks. “Stop talking!” she shouts suddenly.

Hopper blinks back, until he realizes she’s addressing Ariybar, following Hopper’s advice. Wheeler realizes it too, after a minute, and then it’s his turn to blink. “Uhh - um...” He lets out a single, breathy, kind of dumbstruck laugh. “Yeah. - Yeah, ok.

“I guess Ariybar shuts the hell up.”

~

Afterwards there’s laughter and high-fives and a surplus of dessert waffles, in-jokes and anecdotes and way too many sci-fi references. At one point (and, admittedly, with the help of a couple of beers) Hopper finds himself getting a little too involved watching what’s gradually turned into a dramatic reenactment of the group’s last adventure, to the extent that when they slay the big bad he actually lets out the kind of whoop he usually reserves for hometown football games.

Wheeler’s the last to leave, as usual. And, as usual, Hopper can’t help eavesdropping on the extended goodbye.

“That was fun.”

“Yeah - yeah, it was. Sorry if it was weird, bringing Hopper in like that.”

“Mm-mm. It was good. He had fun.”

“I guess so. - You know he was actually pretty good.”

“He’s the best. Like you.”

A break in the dialogue. No mystery as to the cause.

“I’ll radio you tomorrow?”

“Tonight.”

“Deal.” Hopper can hear the smile in Wheeler’s voice.

“Not promise?” He can hear the teasing in hers.

“Can’t hurt to shake things up now and then.”

“Fine.” Another pause. “Deal.”

And then he’s off.

~

End of day the following Monday Flo stops him in the hall as he’s pulling on his jacket. “Chief,” she says, frowning down through her glasses at a piece of paper in her hand.

“What can I do for you, Florence?” he says pleasantly.

She glances up at him skeptically. “You’re chipper.”

“That’s because I’m leaving.”

She makes an unamused noise, which he likes to think means she’s amused. “I was just going over the office supplies requests. Tell me, what do we need - ” she adjusts her bifocals -  “‘polyhedral dice’ for, exactly?”

Hopper glances around the office - no one else around to overhear, thank god - and scratches his chin. “Training exercises,” he answers after a moment, as he pushes past her and out the door, a small smile playing at his lips.

[this-darkness-light]

Barnyard

Pairing: Sam/Castiel, implied Dean/Lucifer Rating: Gen   Summary: Dean comes to Sam and Castiel with a very odd request. Word Count: 1,988 Warnings: none Tags: humor, borderline crack, farm au, I know nothing about farming, or chickens, please forgive me real farmers of the world

Written for the SPN AU/Trope Bingo Challenge.

Prompt filled: Farm!AU

Read on AO3!

Technically a companion piece to Cock-A-Doodle-Doo, but can be read alone.

Tagging: @brieflymaximumprincess @spnaubingo (I think this is the right URL for the challenge; please let me know if I’m wrong!)

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Sam’s kneeling in the dry, crumbly soil of the cornfield, troubleshooting the drip irrigation system when the guttural grumble of an engine and the crunch of gravel beneath heavy tires draw his attention from his work. He’d know the sound of that engine anywhere. It’s a very distinctive sound. Swiping his dirty hands on his jeans, he gets to his feet, wondering what Dean could want at — he glances up at the sky, shading his eyes from the harsh glare of the sun — four o’clock in the afternoon? Ish? He’s still practicing telling time by the sun’s position in the sky, but a sneak peek at his watch tells him he’s right on target.

Dean parks the Impala in front of the barn, a cloud of dust billowing behind the muscle car as it comes to a stop. Tucking his hands loosely in his jeans pockets, Sam saunters over, careful not to smoosh any of the tiny green sprouts pushing their way through the dry clods. “Hey, Dean,” he calls out as Dean hops out of the car and slams the door with a heavy thud. “What’s up?”

“Howdy, pardner.” Sam meets Dean’s shit-eating grin with a tight-lipped smile. That joke was old the first time his brother used it. Three years he’s been running this little organic farm with his husband, and Dean still isn’t through with the redneck farmer shtick. Sam, though, is one hundred percent done.

“What’s up?” he asks again, coming to a stop on the edge of the field. “Kinda busy right now.”

Dean waves a hand like he’s swatting away flies. “Yeah, yeah, I know.” Grimacing, he swipes a hand down his face, shifting his weight from foot to foot, then grunts. “All right. Listen, I need to borrow a chicken.”

Sam jerks his head back and squints at his older brother. That’s honestly the last thing he expected Dean to want. “A…a chicken? Like, a live chicken?” he asks just as the barn door creaks open. Castiel pokes his head through the crack, a bit of hay stuck in his dark hair, but as usual he seems oblivious.

“Hello, Dean,” he says somberly, like he’s welcoming his brother-in-law to a funeral and not their humble little farm. “I thought I heard your car. Is there something Sam and I can help you with?”

“He wants to borrow a chicken,” Sam says before Dean can answer.

Dean nods and grins, back to his usual I’m-so-awesome routine. “Just for the next day or so.”

Castiel tilts his head and stares at Sam. Sam just shrugs and holds up his palms. Hell if he knows what Dean’s on about.

Apparently deciding that this conversation is worth abandoning his chores in the barn, Castiel slips outside and ambles over to Sam, casually slipping an arm around his waist. “And why do you need to…borrow a chicken, Dean?” he asks evenly, for all the world like family members dropping by to borrow livestock is a normal, everyday occurrence.

Dean swipes his tongue along his upper teeth, making his lip bulge, then huffs. “Okay, look. I…kinda got myself into a situation at work.” Sam’s brows arch up at that. What kind of situation could a kindergarten teacher get into that would require a chicken?

When Dean doesn’t elaborate, Sam makes a give-me-more gesture. Deans just scuffs his fancy school shoes in the dirt and admires his socks. Sam shares another glance with Castiel, then clears his throat. “Look man, we aren’t giving you one of our chickens unless you tell us why you need it.”

Dean fidgets in place and fixes his gaze on Sam’s chin. “Aww, c’mon Sammy,” he tries. “It’s just one chicken.”

“Why do you need it, Dean?” Castiel asks, giving Sam’s side a squeeze. Sam gives him a small smile, thanking him for having his back even in something as small as this.

Dean fidgets some more, biting his lower lip, then grunts. Hands curling into fists at his sides, he finally looks them (or at least Sam) in the eye. “Okay, fine. I was…talking with Nick during recess and his kid interrupted us and heard something he shouldn’t have.”

Sam cocks a brow. “Dude. Could you be any more vague?” he asks sarcastically, ignoring the thing about Nick. He’s hassled and nagged Dean about making out with his boyfriend in the classroom, but all his warnings have fallen on deaf ears. Looks like karma’s come and kicked Dean in the ass though, which Sam can’t help but feel a little smug about.

Dean groans and throws up his hands. “Look man, just give me the goddamn chicken, okay? I promise I’ll bring it back tomorrow afternoon in the same condition you gave it to me.”

Castiel rubs the knuckles of his free hands under his chin and glances up at Sam, head slightly tilted. Should we indulge him? his gaze asks, leaving the final decision to Sam.

Sam presses his lips together in a small grimace. On the one hand, Dean is being awfully sketchy on why he wants to borrow one of their animals. On the other, it’s not like Dean to actually hurt an animal (unless he’s eating it for dinner, in which case it’s already dead, so).

After a moment’s consideration he decides, what the hell? and gives a short nod. “Any particular chicken you want?”

Dean slumps in relief, knees buckling, then catches himself and plasters the cocky grin back on his face. “You won’t regret it, Sammy,” he says. “Promise I won’t harm a feather on its head.”

Sam motions for him to follow them and leads them around the back of the barn where the free range chickens are pecking at the seed he scattered for them earlier this morning. The big gray and white rooster, Zachariah, struts around the yard, making a tok-tok-tok sound every time he finds a fresh pile of food, but the hens ignore him. They’ve found some already.

Dean immediately points at the rooster. “That one.”

Sam and Castiel share yet another look. Zachariah isn’t exactly friendly to anyone, even them. Sam’s the only one who can get near him without getting pecked to death. The one time Castiel tried to collect eggs from the hens, Zachariah chased him around the yard, cawing and nipping at his heels. He only escaped when Sam ran outside and threw a handful of chicken feed in the opposite direction, distracting Zachariah.

Wetting his lips, Castiel takes a hesitant step forward. “I’m not sure that’s a wise decision, Dean. Perhaps one of the females?” He points to a cluster of brown and white hens sharing some seed, clucking softly to each other as they feed.

Dean’s shaking his head before Castiel is even done talking. “Nah, man, it has to be a rooster. That the only one you got?”

“Unfortunately,” Sam says. Castiel’s eye are glued on Zachariah, warily watching every step the bird takes. Having mercy on his husband, Sam clasps him on the shoulder.

“I’ll take it from here, babe,” he murmers. “Could you do me a huge favor though and get one of the dog crates and fill it with some hay for me?”

Smiling gratefully up at Sam, Castiel gives a small nod. “Absolutely, Sam. I will be right back.” With a peck on the cheek for Sam and a wave to Dean, Castiel heads back toward the barn.

Dean waves back, looking confused. “Hey, where’s Cas going?”

“Getting a crate,” Sam replies absently, psyching himself up to go snatch Zachariah. Just because the bird tolerates him doesn’t mean this is gonna be easy.

“A crate? Why?”

Sam throws him a bitch face. “You really think a rooster’s just gonna sit on the car seat like a dog?”

Dean makes a fair-enough face, and Sam turns back to the task at hand. Okay. If he can separate the rooster from the hens, he might be easier to catch. Might be less aggressive too, if he doesn’t think he needs to defend his flock. Absently rubbing his fingers together, Sam waits and watches, then sucks in a deep breath and darts forward.

Zachariah zigs left and darts for a small copse trees just as Sam’s fingertips brush the rooster’s tail feathers.

Right. So, trying that again. Setting his jaw, Sam creeps after the bird as it pecks around the roots. As it wanders around the trunk of a tree, Sam lunges to his left, but the chicken veers to the right.

Correcting his course, Sam dashes after it, circling the tree just as Zachariah decides nope, it’s gonna go left and streaks off across the yard toward the hens, Sam in hot pursuit.

Dean’s cackling on the sidelines. “Get it Sammy!” he yells, whooping and hollering like he’s at a football game. Sam spares him a glower, determined to catch this stupid bird now that it’s a matter of pride.

He chases it around the cluster of clucking hens, back toward the trees, back into the yard, around and around in loops and laps. Finally he corners it between the fence and the chicken coop. Before it can fly away, Sam takes a mighty leap and tackles it, grabbing the rooster by its feet.

Dean’s in stitches, tears streaming down his face as Sam picks himself up. Holding the squawking, flapping rooster trying to wriggle out of his grip at arm’s length, Sam trudges over just as Castiel emerges from the barn, arms wrapped around a large dog crate and a tattered old blanket. His knee twinges a bit from where he hit the ground at a weird angle, but all he feels is a sense of victory.

“Jesus, Sammy,” Dean wheezes as Castiel sets the crate on the ground and backs off, watching the spectacle from a respectable distance. “You think you’d be better at that by now.”

Spitting out dirt and feathers, Sam scowls at him and stuffs Zachariah into the crate, slamming the door shut before the rooster can escape and terrorize Castiel. “Yeah, like you could do better,” he snipes between pants, trying to catch his breath. Zachariah pitches a fit, pecking at the bars and kicking out some of the hay, but settles down a bit after Sam drapes the blanket over the front. “Just don’t let him out, okay?”

“Okay,” Dean says around a snort and giggle, obviously not taking this as seriously as he should. Whatever. Let him run around the yard trying to catch a chicken. He’ll see.

With Zachariah safely ensconced in the crate, Castiel deems it safe enough to accompany Sam as he walks Dean back to the Impala. After Dean settles Zachariah in the back seat, Castiel pulls a small plastic baggie of poultry pellets from his pocket and holds it out to Dean. “Feed him once in the morning and once in the evening.”

Dean takes the baggie and slips it into his slacks pocket. “Do I just dump some in there or what?” He jerks a thumb at the crate on the back seat.

Sam shakes his head. “You can pour some into a shallow bowl or put them on a plate. Doesn’t matter how much; he’ll eat what he wants and leave the rest.”

Dean nods. “Okay then. Guess I’ll be heading off.” Then he grins and tips an invisible cowboy hat at them. “Thank ya kindly, pardners.”

Sam shoots him a very plastic smile as Dean slides behind the wheel. Seriously. When is he gonna knock it off with the stupid cowboy shit?

As the Impala rolls down the gravel drive, classic rock blaring from the rolled down windows, Castiel sidles up beside Sam, a pensive expression on his face. “Do you think we should have warned him that Zachariah likes to crow all night long?”

Smirking, Sam shakes his head. “Nah.”

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[mental-itch]

The Solar System Bunny Boy 🐇: I'm Bunny Boy but you can just call me Bunny. I'm Aromantic-Panromantic flux and asexual and Nonbinary and I use he and they pronouns. I'm an odd kid, 16 years old. I suppose I was the first person, or the original, but I don't like being called that and I'm not the host. I'm an artist, that's what I love to do. I want to be an animator/comic book writer!! I have bad anxiety and dissociate a lot, and I have ADHD and talk too much lol. The others (depending on who) pretend to be me in public when I can't front cause they want to avoid questions. I've been told I'm v caring and nice so don't be afraid to say heeeey (especially if you want to art trade). Astrophel 🌟: hi I'm astrophel but evrywon calz me aster! My ful naym meens lover of the stars becuz I luv space lots and lots!! I don't have a gender cuz I'm a shadow, the shadow uf the universe (who loves me very much). So um ya I'm not hyuman I'm a shadow person and I can shayp shift to whatever shayp. I hav sharp theeths and I don't hav an ayg. I hayt skool and I HAYT MATH SOOOO MUCH DONT TALK ABOWT IT WITH ME EVR.  I get upset eesy two soooo um hi Note from the others: also don't ever say anything about sex around them they are sex repulsed to an extreme, they couldn't even mention it it's so bad Room 🏠: I am an actual sentient room named Room. Many may consider me a strict caregiver/protector. I feel myself to be responsible when it comes to working because I am a business man. Yes, I am a man and use he pronouns. I am pansexual and panromantic. I try my best to be courteous, generous, and polite; if you ever need an ear to listen, I am here. I enjoy writing essays, reading, wearing suits and ties, spending time with my partners, cleaning, listening to and making puns, parenting, and the simple things in life, such as eating cookies. I project a human version of myself to better fit the body and convey myself more clearly to the others, but I am truly a room. I have several relationships and a few children (adopted and from giving birth myself; all are equal in my fatherly love). I have a facet system of my own that I try not to talk about it or split apart onto it. Logic is a kind sir, kindle his fire. Hugo 🔪: We decided to write this for him because we don't want to get hurt. But we are going to write what he says word for word."Hugo is the name, pain is the game. Cheesy I'm sure it sounds, but look how it rolls off of the tongue like a switchblade. Ahaha, formally, I am known as Hugo, Demon of Pain. But humble as I am, a simple 'Hugo' will often suffice. My story is a long one, for I was not always a demon, I was turned into one a long time ago... At one time I was a human, I had a spouse and two children. I worked in a graphic design business. Long had I suffered from schizophrenia as a child, but as I got older it seemed to be less of a deal, small things, small psychotic breakdowns. Easy. I had medication that helped, too. But then, it turned on me, my mind, the things. These horrid figures with eyes, They touched me and spoke to me. They threatened to take away my family unless I did what they said. First, it was simple things like harming myself. At one point I had cut open my cheeks, wrapped it in a scarf and headed to work. I was told to stab my boss, and I did, in his leg. He didn't press charges since he knew me well. I was sent to a mental hospital, however. Horrible. Horrible. Eventually I was let out, with a different medication. My spouse and children were scared of me. I couldn't tuck them in at night. I misplaced the medicine. I was so far gone, they convinced me to do it myself. I murdered my family. As I stood in the bathroom of the empty house (in which I had set fire to), I stared at myself in the mirror, feeling the heat of the flames. I tried to kill myself, cutting my neck open, but I didn't die. Demons don't die. Thus I was sent back in time to live through the history of my dimension and never to be the same again. I was reborn, and I take supreme joy in the fear and suffering of others. I would be happy to share my many stories from that time, if you ask nicely. I have now ended up here in this human's mind. Disgusting. I'll ruin them. It shall be fun. Entertaining, even." So um yeah that's Hugo. They are genderfluid between a man a woman and Agender. They consider themself divine. They love to entertain people, they are like a scary clown. DO NOT ANTAGONIZE THEM. PERIOD. This is for your own safety and ours (mostly ours). M1nu5 (Minus) ➖: M1nu5 types in numbers and has difficulty typing so we will write his for him too. M1nu5 is an unfinished android who, in human terms, would be considered autistic. He loves math, trains, Pikachu, machines, metal, and lemon and mint flavored things. He goes mute a lot. He has a fear of loud noises, water, spiders and salty and sweet things (unless it's lemon or mint). He is very socially awkward. His creator was abusive to him and threatened to take him apart, so M1nu5 killed him (he's not very violent though really unless Hugo makes him do something). He can't feel pain and has a close relationship with Hugo. He lives in the Room's basement and tinkers with machines and stuff. Wybe X 🐾: so um this headmate is blind and so was will type their's too. So we just call them Wybe and they talk to us through speech bubbles. They are an upright standing alien dog from another world (they look like a furry lol) and their eyes were gouged out. When they front they lick people haha. They can take off their head because in their culture they could do that as a greeting, kind of like tipping your hat I guess. ~Doodle~ 🎨 and (Echo) 🎶: ~Hi my name is Doodle I'm 12 years old and I'm the god of art!!! Ps dicks:P~ (ugh I'm Echo and I am the God of Music and Literature.) ~I mean technically I'm hundred of years old but I promise I'm 12~ (...he's twelve) So those two are counterparts if you can't tell. Doodle is severely ADHD and very impulsive and loud and offensive and loves memes and bothering people, but he just wants attention. These two inhabit the minds of great artists, always together, because the one time they spilt up, Echo came back afterwards so depressed he died, but he came back as a ghost. So yes, Echo is dead, a ghost god. He's still very depressed and grumpy and mean. Doodle was raped a lot and is hypersexual. So these two fight a lot and stuff, but they have their good moments. Echo is a trans boy and Doodle is genderfluid between a boy and a girl. Mallow 😇: A small sweet blob of white, the true infant child cinnamon roll, too good for this world, too pure. They talk funny. They try their best to help us when they aren't dissociating far away from us. They are actually the bastard child of the angels (where they are from angels were not allowed to be born, only made). Their parents were killed and they were stripped of their wings and halo. They still have an obsession with angels. Even with this past, they are still very innocent and sweet. Oddly enough, Aster can not see or hear them. They love animals very very much and claim they are all their friends. Say hello Mallow!: "The very much hello to the people in the phone!! Nice to do the meeting!!" Rags ✌: Rags is mostly a rag doll being who sits in the headspace. They were created to stop a war in another dimension, and freaked out when they got here. They rarely ever have consciousness, but are generally very soft and nice when they are (unless they are having flashbacks and then they're just scared). We don't know too much about them. They are a demigirl and use she/they pronouns Doomsday 🌋: this little kid is the child of Hugo and Room, very cute, but they have strange breakdowns. They are a funny toddler, being part demon and part room. They like to bite things (including people) and know only a few words. They like to draw and they like circles and the colors yellow and blue. They like to be called a crocodile and like crocodiles. They worship this being called 'W' that looks like a 'w' and we aren't sure why but I think it helps keep the bad things away or something. They spend a lot of time with their parents. They won't really be fronting because they can't type let alone spell, but you might hear about them!

[ramblinganthropologist]

Inktober Day 28 - Gift

Summary: Ayame has a gift to help Ray and Vaughan do proper idol activities. It’s hard to get your own Aikatsu pass when you’re indy.

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Monday; even in Japan, it was the worst day of the week.

“Stand! Bow!”

From her seat in the back of the room, Ray's back threatened to crack in two. She still wasn't too sure about this whole bowing thing – it seemed dumb to her. But it was Japan, and she wasn't a total asshole. When the class rep barked orders at the end of class, even she listened.

Class was over for the day inside the general education wing of Star Harmony Academy. Girls in green dresses with blue collars filtered out of their classrooms, heading to club activities or other obligations. Class 1-3 was no different. Once they were free to go, out they went.

Ray was the last among them. She took her time gathering up her books, grimacing at the day's attempt. Between her awkward hiragana – kanji was beyond her still – and doodles when she had lost focus, not a whole lot was going on there.

“Guess I might need to look at Mei's notes again.” The girl in front of her was no doubt being polite to the dumb ass foreigner, but her notes were a godsend. It wasn't as if she wanted to rely on them, but it was just so damn hard to pay attention in class, especially in her heavy uniform as spring warmed up around them. It be a miracle if she stayed awake at all come summer.

Really, though, she was stalling. The last thing Ray wanted right then was to go out into the hallway and expose herself to the girls of the general track. After what had happened on Saturday... she winced at the thought. No thanks.

That had been beyond a shit show.

Sighing, she eventually threw her backpack over her shoulders and left the classroom, entering the corridor that would lead her outside the school gates. Maybe it was just her imagination, but a few of the students whispered as she passed.

If it wasn't them, it was her goddamn teacher asking if she was going to transfer. No.

“Ray.”

It wasn't the voice that drew her attention. Rather, the person speaking hadn't tacked anything onto it. That was rare, especially at school. So, Ray broke out of her mini pity party and looked in the direction it was coming from.

Ok, clearly the whispers weren't for her at all. Good to know.

“I think you're on the wrong side of school, Ayame.”

Her stepsister's school shoes and the bright pink bow made that more than obvious. She stuck out like a sore thumb on this side of the campus. Among her idol classmates no one would have batted an eye but this was an entirely different country practically. One with more practical shoes, for that matter.

Then again what did Ray know about that, her street shoes were combat boots.

Ayame had been standing by the classroom door, no doubt creating quite a scene. Really, it was a wonder Ray hadn't noticed her. Maybe it was the warm weather. Either way, her stepsister wasn't in the practice room, and that was weird.

She normally didn't leave that on school days til practically 7 unless she had a job in town. What gives?

“I needed to talk to you about something. Could you come with me?”

Oh... shit.

If this was about transferring, Ray didn't want to hear it. Still, she fell in line behind Ayame as the older girl started walking. Together, the pair went from the general education side of the school towards where the idols had their classes. There was no official line in the sand to mark them off, but even so. It felt different.

It kind of felt like she was invading as she crossed over.

“How was class today?” Ayame's tone was polite as they walked through the corridors of the idol section. As Ray looked in the door, she saw girls in track suits practicing their moves or going through other lessons in the practice areas. There was nothing like that on her side of the school – they didn't really need it. “Is it getting easier to write in hiragana?”

“Yeah... kanji's still kind of hard though. I don't get stroke order for shit.” She looked around frowning. “Ayame, if this is about transferring classes, I already said I wasn't interested. Besides, I'd break my neck in those shoes.”

Seriously, who made heels part of a school uniform? It had to be idol hazing – everyone else got nice, normal shoes that slid on easy. Those looked like torture devices, especially since the idols had to wear them all day. Forget about it.

Her stepsister didn't break stride as they kept walking. “First off, you'd be surprised how quickly you can adapt to them if you wear them all the time.”

She would rather not.

Ayame wasn't finished though. “Wait here, I'll be right out.”

They stopped not at some administrator's office, but at a small room that Ayame entered after briefly making herself known. It was hard to hear what she was talking about through the thick wood, but the glass gave a pretty good view. She was talking with some adult who was at a whiteboard covered in multicolored writing. Something about Sakura Sensation maybe?

“Guess that's her manager.” Ray had never met the woman, though she had heard about her over dinner. She was pretty sure that was Suzuki, but it wasn't like she was being introduced to her or anything. “Wonder what's up?”

She froze briefly when the woman looked straight at her through the glass, back snapping ramrod straight with such a ferocity she swore they'd be able to hear it crack all the way back in Amarillo. Luckily, nothing was broken – just her pride was a bit bruised.

Ayame came out a few moments after that, closing the door behind her. From the looks of things, they weren't stopping to chat. That was fine by Ray as she fell in step behind her stepsister – introductions could lead to other things, like pink bows and heeled school shoes. Besides, she had once been told she had a problem with authority.

No idea where they got that from.

“Something up?” Ray asked when they got away from the production room. They had stopped at the small outside area where the fountain could be accessed by both classes. There was a free bench, so that's where they wound up. Much to her surprise, she swore she could feel a tension in the air.

Her stepsister didn't answer at first – she was too busy sorting through small cards, dividing them up into two neat piles to her right. Whatever she was working with, it was like she handling some holy book. There was love in her touch, almost outright devotion.

… Well, shit. What the fuck had she done now?

Ray had never been good at waiting for things. Twitchy, her grade school teacher had said when they were being polite. Outright asshole was what the less polite ones had gone for. She wasn't a patient person, and it was showing now. It took everything in her not to get up and look, and even as she remained seated the urge was there. But somewhere a teacher got its wings as she stayed in her seat and for once in her goddamn life, didn't open her mouth.

Wouldn't her mother be proud?

When Ayame had finished, she scooped up one of the piles and sorted it again. Then she turned to face Ray. Finally, she handed the small stack over, a smile flitting across her face. The second pile she kept in her hands, probably for safe keeping against the wind.

“What's this?” Ray glanced down and blinked in surprise. At the top of the pile was a shiny pink card with a diamond to the left and her name in katakana to the right. It was held in a little pink carrier, much like the one Ayame kept on her schoolbag. “Wait, this looks like your-”

Aikatsu Pass. It was an Aikatsu Pass – hers.

Wordlessly, Ray put the pass and holder aside. Underneath were four cards, each of them depicting an article of clothing. Unlike Ayame's, they weren't branded with anything other than a spade for the cool type, but she didn't need that. After all, she had worn the exact same outfit on stage, give or take a few modifications by whoever had seen fit to make it.

Seeing her stepsister's face, Ayame filled in the details. “Suzuki-san helped me make the coord cards and fill out the information for your pass. Vaughan's stuff is over here. I hope he doesn't mind his pass is pink – we only have that kind here.”

She kept on, still smiling. “You have the Aikatsu app on your phone, right? If you scan the QR code you can put your coord in there so you can keep your cards in a binder.”

“Uh... yeah.” Ray swallowed hard, suddenly finding it a little hard to do so. Allergies, maybe? “I mean... thanks. You didn't have to do this.”

With her own pass and cards, she technically had all she needed to be an official idol. Unlike the last time, now she and her partner could access the Aikatsu system and the illusion stage. There would be no more standing in front of a blank screen in front of an audience used to that sort of thing. If they chose to, they could work the system the same as any other idol.

Because... well... they were technically idols now, weren't they?

Ayame shook her head at the gratitude. “I did, really. You two didn't stand half a chance against Pure Palette without passes or coords. It's amazing you scored as well as you did.”

She handed Ray Vaughan's pass and cards and the two shared a gaze. For the first time, Ayame didn't look annoyed with her. Rather, there was something almost like pride. Was she proud of her? That wasn't exactly something the younger girl was used to, and she quickly averted her eyes as her face heated up. So much for being a tough guy.

“Yeah, I know it was a shit show. You don't have to bring it up.”

Her stepsister giggled at the reaction. “Sorry, didn't mean to bring up any bad feelings. You'll get them next time.”

She stood, looking towards the practice room. “I have to get back to my lessons, but I'll see you tonight at home. Tomorrow I'll show you and Vaughan how to use the system.”

Great, because it made no fucking sense to Ray – bunch of buttons and weird light shit that popped up out of nowhere. If someone who understood it was willing to show them the ropes, they'd take it. Besides, they had practice at her school tomorrow anyway.

Before she left, Ayame ha one last remark. “Put them away before you lose them.”

“Yes, mom.” Ray's voice was thick was sarcasm as she slid both the cards and one of the passes into the front pocket of her schoolbag, zipping it tight. “They're in my front pocket.”

Well, that fuzzy moment was over – her sister disappeared, leaving her alone with her thoughts and pass. In her hands, it looked so small. Yet as it reflected the light and showed her name spelled out so neatly in katakana  -neater than she could ever write it – a funny feeling took her over.

Instead of shoving it into the pocket of her backpack, Ray threaded it through the zipper. Then it was on her back as she headed not for home, but for her partner's school. They had practice planned for that afternoon, though it was scheduled to be more of a performance overview.

Maybe the cards would brighten their moods. After all, it wasn't every day you got a gift like that.