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georgescatcafe · 3 years

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teaser for upcoming fic

the rising chariot

intended publish date: friday, april 2, 2021 rating: t warning/s: none (subject to change) pairing/s: platonic dream team, karlnap genres/tags: percy jackson and the olympians au, friendship, angst status: wip, chapters 1-5 complete summary: Nick Pappas isn’t sure it’s normal for teenagers to be sent across the United States on a quest that could potentially kill them, but Nick has started to realize that everything he thought was normal is entirely false. George Davies doesn’t particularly want to spend three consecutive days with this new camper and that son of Hermes who snagged his win in Capture the Flag two weeks ago, but he knows he has to suck it up and go with them, no matter how irritating they may be. Clay Bryce just wants to prove himself and show that he’s more than that troublesome kid from Cabin Eleven, but even as the leader of this quest, he’s not sure how to when Nick has fire powers and George is practically capable of mind-control.

Yet what they feel and want will mean nothing if they don’t complete their quest. When a petty feud between gods has Apollo threatening to take the Sun from the sky, the three must head out to stop him, but not just that—they’re in a race against an ancient enemy of the god, one who definitely will try and kill him if it gets to Apollo first. notes: feel free to put your feelings about this in the replies or tags (if you reblog it)!! i’ve worked really hard on this and i want people to like it so tell me if there’s anything you don’t like or really like!! :] ok to rb? sure! free advertisement babey

Despite what the papers said, Nick didn’t mean to burn down his school. The only reason he wasn’t going to prison was because no one died and the police couldn’t find any solid evidence that it was his fault. That is, other than the fact that when the building stopped burning, there was just him standing in its charred remains, not a single hair on his head harmed. But seriously, he didn’t mean to burn down his school. Yeah, he hated sitting through English as much as the next kid, but he didn’t hate it enough to commit arson.

Not to mention he was turning sixteen in three days. Why would he actively try and get into trouble three days before his birthday?

But that wasn’t really a new problem. The burning, that is. Maybe on a grander scale this time—he’d never burnt down a whole building before—but he’d always had an unlucky relationship with fire. Or, his mom would call it lucky, if you overlooked the whole I burn everything I touch thing. She used to just laugh at the soot sprinkled across the living room carpet and run her fingers through his hair, telling him to only play with fire if he knows he won’t get burned. (And he’s never gotten burned.)

The last time he saw her, she was staring at him through the back window of a police car.

After that, it was like she was never there. Nick still thought about her, though, when his stepdad, a rigid, heavyset man, kissed his new wife on the cheek and patted Nick on the head like he’s still five and not fifteen-and-eleven-months, and he thought about her when it was his turn to stare at his family through the back window of a police car.

It was just a single policeman, polite and unassuming as he explained the full situation to Nick’s parents, and his parents just wanted to get this out of the way, so when the cop told Nick to get in the car, they didn’t protest, and Nick took his seat, the window cool under his palms as he watched his stepdad and stepmom get smaller and smaller.

“I really didn’t mean to do it,” Nick finally said, turning back to the officer.

“I know, son,” the cop in the front seat replied.

“Then why are you taking me?” he asked.

The cop didn’t reply.

Nick turned back to the window, watching building after building pass by. He tried to read some of the signs, but the letters got all jumbled up, and eventually, he just sighed, closing his eyes and resting his forehead on the window, pretending that the vibrations of it didn’t bother him. By the time he bothered sitting up again, the bustling city had disappeared and field after field stretched endlessly around them. Nick curled a hand around the seatbelt pressing into his chest.

“Where are we going?”

Again, the cop didn’t reply.

Nick tugged at the seatbelt. “Can I not ask questions anymore?” He tried to open the door, but it was pointless. The thing was locked, and every time he tried to undo the lock, it would pop right back into place. NIck turned back to the cop. “Look, man, I really didn’t mean to do it, and if you believe me, that’s great, so I don’t know why you still want me here. If you just let me go home—”

“That’s enough, Nick Pappas,” the cop finally snapped, and Nick’s eyes widened at the sound. His voice was raspy, and he pronounced his ‘s’s weird. “Be a good kid and sit quietly.”

“I just want to know where you’re taking me!” Nick banged his fist on the window, only wincing for the shortest second when it sent a tingle back up his arm.

“I said enough!” And then the car was veering off the road, Nick was flung into the window, seatbelt digging painfully into his chest and waist, ears ringing from hitting his head on the glass, and the cop was twisting out of his seat, stretching out over him, hat falling aside to reveal long hair, lips parting to reveal sharp, glistening fangs.

Nick scrambled back as far as he could, seatbelt constricting his movements. “I don’t want trouble! What is wrong with you?” He kicked at the cop, letting out a strangled gasp when his foot met soft flesh and not hard muscle. “You’re not even a guy!”

“And you are no uselesssss mortal either!” the cop hissed, grinning even as its fangs pop, terrifying and fascinating all at—the cop sprung forward, and nope, just terrifying, not even close to fascinating.

Nick was never particularly flexible, but one time he heard about a bus flipping over with a kid inside it and the kid’s mom pushed the bus back over all on her own in some crazy fit of adrenaline. He had the hazy thought that something similar might be happening then as his foot makes contact with the cop’s face and the fangs dig into the sole of his shoe instead of his face. In the seconds he had to spare, Nick quickly undid his seatbelt, flailing as the cop grabbed at his shoe and pulled, throwing off his balance. The satisfaction of smacking it in the head was small in comparison to the fear that welled when he saw rage flicker in its eyes.

“I don’t even know what you are!” he choked out when the cop-not-cop made another pass at him. “Let me go!” With each word he aimed another kick at its head, but most of his kicks missed, and dread continued to fill him up as all his pathetic fighting did was enrage the thing.

“You ssssstupid boy!” the maybe-cop-probably-not seethed. “I am Sssssandra the Sssssupreme! One of the mossst powerful dracaena in the mortal world right now!”

The information meant nothing to Nick. He finally landed a kick on the center of her chest, sending her back into the front seat as he worked furiously at getting the door open. “Okay! And I’m Nick Pappas and you really don’t want to hurt me!”

“Oh, but I do!” Sandra hissed because that’s what she was doing, no way else to describe it. “Your death would be sssssplendid for me!”

“Not for me, though!” Nick argued, screeching when rough hands grabbed at his waist and fangs were once again in his line of sight. “Let me out!”

He banged against the door some more before turning back to the—what’d she say?— dracaena, heart pounding as nails dug into his waist and fangs filled his vision. He swallowed, wondering if it would be better or not to look death in the face before deciding it’d be worse, a lot worse, and squeezed his eyes shut.

Nick was mentally preparing himself for the end, when there was a muffled noise from outside the car, and then the shattering of glass. His eyes flew open even as shards of glass continued to rain down onto him and the snake lady from the window opposite them. And there, between all those sharp edges, stood a short ginger kid that, had Nick been in a better state of mind, he would remember from his classes. As it was, however, all he saw was his savior, holding a hammer tightly in his hands, cinnamon hair glowing in the fading sunlight, and eyes absolutely filled with terror.

#teaser #sapnap #dream team #pjo au #mcyt

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voidselfshipp · 3 years

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Songstress

Cw: alcohol, injury.

Ok to rb.

Summary: the veteran detective Edmund Almond hides away in his safe haven and preffered café of choice The Sugar And Spice Café. And deals with his crush on the cold seemingly unnaproachable barista and ex singer, who just so happends to be his old crush the misterious songstress.

A/n: I didnt write the part where he finds out that jerico is the songstress bcs #tired so he just sort of knows.

Its a dark, dark cold night, its raining like hell on earth and the moon doesnt even try to shine through the pitch black clouds.

The wind Howls mocking of tragedy, running amok the streets of the city.

That city he knew so well, with crime and trouble awaiting you in the wrong turn of a street or the wrong corner of a block.

Yet in all this misery and his tiredness, edmund walks battling against the storm to his safe heaven.

The Sugar And Spice Café, a little coffee shopp that also sold drinks just besides two big appartment complexes.

He entered muttering something under his breath and sitting by the bar.

The baristas were no stranger to the tired but efficent detective and officer Mr.Edmund Almond, one or two baristas were crazy for him, maybe it was the aesthetic, maybe it was something else.

It didnt matter to him though, because as he asked for his usual, his eyes catch a glimpse of her.

Who was she? You May ask.

The ambient was warm with the heater all the way up, the lights of the place were enough so you could see where you were going, but not bright.

It was warm and welcoming, specially on a storm like this, yet not everyone seemed to share that feeling.

Jerico was, just like the detective, always tired, with a face that could only be described as a Resting Bitch Face,always on her phone and mildly annoyed and completly desinterested at everything around her.

The sweet and caring yet gruff detective was head over Heels for her with no apparent reason.

She always did the best of drinks and he swears hes seen her smile once or twice.

--rough night detective?-- jerico asked handing him his black coffee, it was a routine question everybody did.

--ive had better thats for sure-- said the detective with a tired voice, hair falling slightly loose, all tousled and messy, every night was the same thing, chase criminals by foot, try and clean up the city bit by bit. The job was getting old even to the civilians, yet he remains stoic in hopes of bettering the city.

--hmmm-- the simplistic humm of jerico is enough to make him look up from his drink, shes already in the backroom.

He sighed, his heart squeezed inside his chest, when Will the detective arm himself with enough courage to ask her out.

Never has she shown any interest for anyone else, or anything for that matter , some of her co-workers even sworn that shes as cold as she seems.

She was blunt, Straight forward ,Without mincing words, cold and cruel at a times.

He looked back at the empty bar, nobody in their right state of mind would be out at this hour and with this weather.

He pays attention to a decayed poster, one of the first performers, she doesnt sing here anymore, some said she went for a better job, some say she still works here when there are fewer people.

He catched her last performance before the café had its huge glow up and more and more people came in.

--a drink mr.Almond?-- jerico interrupted his thoughts with her resting bitch face.

--whiskey, double

She nodds making the drink quickly and handing it to him.

Then she leaves, again.

And in less than maybe ten minutes music plays.

The lights go off, the stage lits up teasing a performance, a bright light shined making the silouhette of a woman, hair messily around her face, hands on the microphone And only the faint traces of a suit visible.

-- 《This is a man's world..

This is a man's world...

But it wouldn't be nothing...

Nothing without a woman or a girl 》-- almond never ever Turned his head so fast.

It was her.

Oh how he missed her singing.

He leans back against the bar, and drinks his whiskey with a pleased smile.

-- 《You see man made the cars...

To take us over the road

Man made the train

To carry the heavy load

Man made electric lights

To take us out of the dark

Man made the boat for the water

Like Noah made the ark...

This is a man's world

It wouldn't be nothing

without a woman or a girl...》 --

He shouldve gone home somewhat early that night, but he stayed all through her performance, for old times sake

He clapped his heart out when the performance was over, the misterious songstress dissapeared behind the heavy courtains and the lights went back on.

He payed and Walked home with the storm still Raging.

His heart warmed by the nostalgia and her voice.

His misterious songstress appeared after months and months.

And It lured Him to sleep with the memorie of her voice.

The Next night,just Like the last, dark, scary and intimidating.

The mist wasnt that much of a problem, hes chasing a suspect at high speed, the criminal shoves someone and he trips on them, for a moment he sees his songstress shadow and as the lamp posts provide much needed light he thinks it May be his mind playing tricks on him.

--Jerico! Oh im so sorry-- the detective said helping the barista up.

-- eh thats okay, you..uh seemed to lost your tail there though -- slightly concern on her tone confused almond who was very used to her desinterest.

-- I know where hes going to be Next,but you should uh tag along until I get him..

She shrugged nodding and following him, through the dark streets.

Edmund awkwardly looks around tugging his trenchcoats collar-- s so, what where you doing out late?

--heading to work.

-- I uh...see-- said he-- after this ill scort you there..this city is dangerous

-- hmm

When they got where the suspect might be, they hide in an alleyway, an arm stops jerico from walking, almond protectively stands infront of her.

--This is where my telltale said he Will be, this criminal is incredibly dangerous-- the detective went off, Being dramatic and using theatrics as much as possible trying to impress his companion.

As he turns around shes leaning against the wall using her phone, almost zero brightness on her screen.

-- are you seriously using your phone? Right now???!-- he asked-- did you hear anything I said?

--lost ya at "this criminal is very dangerous"

He groaned and shook his head.

After the criminal was caught, they went to the Sugar and Spice café

Theres literally no-one, quiet as the night itself.

The detective finished his coffee-- its late...

-- that it is-- answered jerico-- I think ill close up, nobodys gonna come anyway...

--Want me to scort you back home?

-- im fine, but- uh...youre better off staying at my place, I know you live waay far away from here, and with that cut on your leg I dont think you can walk much

True, he got a cut on his thigh while wrestling with the criminal.

-- I dont want to bother

-- nonsense!--the sudden interest made him jump-- uh...youre hurt just lets get to my home

The walk was silent and the ar arrival even more.

They settle in the appartment,its not the biggest but it would do.

It was a two ambient flat in pristine condition, simple yet welcoming.

Edmund settles down on the table, as jerico fixes up her bed.

He finally breaks the silence with a bold question-- how come youre so cold?

She looks at him -- cold? Ive been cold? Huh....

--you say that with such confusion, dont you see it? Your co-workers say youre cold as it gets

Jerico snorted-- it takes a while until I warm up to people, im reserved it comes off as rude or stand off ish , not the first time-- she sits Infront of him-- but this you see here? This is me, a caring, huge nerd with a resting bitch face

The detective laughs -- well then, nice to meet you, Actual Jerico, so, how are we handling the bed?

-- ill take the matress under it

--what?no way ill take it

-- detective with all due respect your back wont handle a night like this in that matress

--i dont care, its your house

She sighs-- lets just share the fucking thing..., im tired

He nodds considering the eventfull night.

He feels a Sting in his thigh, a couple of Stitches broke -- oh fuck-- he mumbled under his breath.

Luckily jerico knew a bit about everything and helped him out.

-- you gotta be more carefull detective...

--tis but a scratch

--Im serious-- jerico leaves edmund on the bed-- you gotta be more carefull

She gets inside the bed with him instictevely cuddling closer to him for warmth-- id hate if something ever happends to you

He coos scooting closer, his chest against her back-- dont worry, ive been on the job enough to Keep myself safe

--said as he nurses a wound on his thigh

-- okay that was an accident, point is, ill always come back to you...

He stops dead in his tracks when his tone turns tender, his arms around her waist pull her closer.

-- I uh didnt mean it like...

Jerico turns around kissing edmund, he, surprised kisses back, a huge Weight lifted off of him.

When he pulls away, with a big smile on his face he jokes-- well at least they cant say youre a bad kisser

She laughs-- go to sleep old Man

--oh but you love it

-- yeah I do come on

He chuckles snuggling her hair and sighing, tiredness overcoming them both. The cold night didnt seem as much with her around.

#cw injury #tw injury #cw alcohol #tw alcohol #ok to rb #🍪a sweet case of the feels🍪

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sapphicrafting · 4 years

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Hermitcraft Elytra Headcanons

Got inspired by my last rb, so I'm gonna rant about elytra and different hermits' wings!!!!! I might organize this into an actual thing later, but it's just me infodumping rn lmao. If you’re intrested in this pls feel free to talk to me abt it!!!! if you have any questions/suggestions/general comments I would love to hear em :)

ok, so we all know how grian has the rep of the best flier on the server, right? Maybe he has wings like a peregrine falcon! Peregrines are the fastest bird (and animal in general), known for their sharp and accurate dives and ability to maneuver in the air. They have long, pointed wings that lend themselves to speed and excellent maneuverability. The wings make them talented fliers, able to change speeds quickly (they usually cruise at 40-60ish mph but will change speeds when diving for prey, reaching speeds of 200+ mph). Peregrines also tend to be highly successful in urban environments, meaning wings like theirs would not be super out of place in highly industrialized or developed areas and builds :)

builders typically have powerful wings built for gliding — large builds tend to lend themselves to high platforms, making it easy to jump off into a glide. The wings aren't designed to lift off from the ground or to flap consistently or often. Flapping flight is inefficient and takes a lot of energy that is silly to waste on just checking your build from a different angle. So the wings aren't built for that kind of flight.

People who have very far away/spread-out bases/farms (maybe xB? he's pretty far away I think) have wings like an albatross, built for long-distance soaring. The wings are made for long soaring flight, allowing the bird to travel almost 1000km/day without having to flap their wings. Soaring is aided by shoulder-locks, a tendon that locks the wing when fully extended, enabling the wings to be outstretched without any muscle usage and minimal energy loss! While they are very good at long-distance flight, the long wings aren't fit for powered flight, and most albatross species lack the muscles + energy for sustained flapping flight. Taking off with the wings requires a running start to allow air under the wings to provide lift.

redstoners have wings like a dragonfly, with wings made for direct flight, meaning that the flight wings are attached directly at the bases of the wings. They have four wings of similar shape and size, each operating independently, which gives them fine control and mobility regarding the abruptness with which they change direction and speed. The wings allow them the ability to move in any direction and change direction suddenly. They can propel themselves in six different directions while flying (upward, downward, forward, backward, left, and right). They are capable of hovering, slow flight, changing directions rapidly, gliding, and fast flight. The wings are right for redstoners because they need to hover while working to place redstone or see the machine in action (while still being able to view what's happening). Additionally, the ability to change directions or stop abruptly helps when moving around projects and accessing different pieces of redstone since many redstone designs have complex and complicated layouts.

Miners have wings like cicada's, who are built for living underground for long periods. The wings are hardy and adapted to being cooped up underground, and are structured in a way that helps prevent dirt, grime, and bacteria from the mines from getting onto and dirtying their wings. While the exact structure of the wings doesn't exactly lend itself to effortless soaring, this isn't a huge issue when a vast majority of time is spent underground, not flying. The wings are sturdy and robust (well suited for the roughness of the mines) and slightly heavier than those of other closely related bugs (like locusts) due to them being made tougher by the presence of chitin in the wing membrane. The toughness and added weight also explain why the wings are only built for flying shorter distances. In addition to the wing's strength, its structure is also well suited for mines due to how the wings are designed to stay clean and deter bacteria. The surface of the wings is covered in tiny, waxy cones that are reminiscent of blunt spikes, which create a water-repellent film, making the surface of the wings superhydrophobic. Rain runs across the surface, removing dirt in the process, similar to how the surface of a lotus leaf functions. Droplets of water rolling or splashing off them can remove soil, dust, pollen, and microbes. In the absence of rain, dew will condense on the wings. When the surface of the wings is exposed to water vapor, dew can condense on them. The growing droplets fuse together, and the merged drop will leap off the water-repellent surface (the science of why this happens isn't super simple, but if you're curious, tell me). Bacteria that lands on the wing's surface isn't repelled, but rather are torn apart by the nanoscopic spikes.

#my previous ornithology hyperfixation really popped off on this one #hermitcraft #hermitblr #hermitcraft s7 #minecraft #mineblr #minecraft youtubers #infodumping #headcanon #hermitcraft headcanon #elytra #sapph speaks

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jksangelic · 5 years

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defanged (m)

↳ rating: M

↳ genre: smut, fluff, werewolf!au, a/b/o au, pwp

↳ pairing: mates werewolf!reader x werewolf/alpha!hoseok

↳ warnings: explicit sexual content, dom themes, breathplay, knotting, rough play, impregnation kink, overall general ”werewolf” smut themes, personality change, probably an uncomfortable amount of squishy mate talk

↳ summary: hoseok is an easy mate—as such that there are moments you question if he’s just human. so when his sudden spike of aggression emerges, you do your best to keep this unknown man at bay. or, alternatively: young alpha hoseok has started teething and he’s being a bratty puppy about it.

↳ note: ok so if you were with me a few months ago you would know that this is actually a collab fic with a couple other writers but life happens and here we are now *cowboy emoji*. this is really important to me bc they’re such *clench fist* great people and i’m happy i received such an opportunity to collab with them (’: pls make sure to rb/like/visit our collab masterlist if you want to be in-the-know of when they post their parts!

also i wanted to play around with the humorous sides of what werewolves might go thru (-: so, like, short attention spans and hating loud noises and typical big dog stuff. with the teething, just imagine that their growth stages are prolonged because they’re, idk, maybe immortal or something lol

(i…… i’m not used to writing fantasy can u tell)

((gif isn’t mine + his side profile ;-;))

↳ words: 9k+

You could hear every miniscule thread snap and unwind from themselves, a simple task such as painting your nails becoming less relaxing than it should be.

“Hobi,” you mumble once. You swipe down your thumb again, carmine red smoothing over brightly and with utmost delicacy. He doesn’t listen, another squeaking grind of his teeth against the material of his sweatshirt followed by a snapsnap.

“Hobi,” you say a little louder, flinching from annoyance and staining your cuticle with the polish. You curse your discontents, waiting for him to look at you but only meeting a turned neck and eyes still glued to his phone, an I’m listening portrayed by his demeanor but not really meaning it.

He chews hard on the neckline, a solid rip completely tearing several inches down his chest, eyes widening and attention finally caught when his chest is exposed hilariously.

“Hoseok!” you yell, slamming the closed bottle onto the coffee table and meeting his startled eyes, “I just bought that for you!”

He hopes to play it off and shrugs as you swipe it from his teeth, untwined fibers poking out sadly. You smooth your thumbs over the poor fabric, the third victim of his recent gnashing problem.

“Why do you keep doing this?” you ask sadly, a little more bummed about the beautiful sweatshirt than you should be.

He responds simply, “My gums itch.”

You roll your eyes at his childlike excuse, the full-sized man sitting cross-legged and distractedly in his corner of the couch with his phone paused on some game with horrendously annoying music. Was he really your alpha?

“Why don’t you do us some good and go hunting.” You offer, a lame excuse to get Hoseok out of your hair for a bit. It’s what you deserve. He rolls over with a harrumph, shoulder now bare from the growing tear in his clothing. It made you giggle slightly.

“I’m in pain and you’re laughing at me,” he deadpans, body static-still and stubborn more than ever.

Your breath fans his skin as you slither next to him, “I’m sorry, baby. Are you really hurting? Why don’t you go to the dentist?”

Hoseok pouts, taptaptapping away at his screen instead of looking at you, “I don’t want to go to the dentist. They just itch.” Even now, he licks over the burning sensation of his gums, clenching and grinding his teeth to ease the feeling in any way. You can hear the collisions of his canines, your own tingling uncomfortably from the sound.

You shake your head. “Maybe you’re teething,” you suggest in all seriousness. It wasn’t impossible; your kind’s lifespan certainly placing such life stages at seemingly unusual times. In any case, it would simply mean his canines were most likely growing longer and stronger.

He scoffs as if you’ve insulted him, “I’m well over my teething days, Y/N. They just itc—"

“Say that one more time and I’ll neuter you,” you huff. When he lacks a kinder response, you push yourself off the couch to tidy your bedroom instead. He clearly wasn’t in the mood to have a serious conversation with you at the moment, and despite its rarity, you could use your space.

Your mate was in no way irritable; in fact, Hoseok was one of the sunniest alpha’s you’ve ever encountered. His kindness differentiated him from others, bearing his mark (and one day, hopefully, his pups) certainly deeming you quite lucky. He was a soft lover above all, never making you feel as a subordinate or anything of the like.

Perhaps it’s why you two were clashing heads recently, his personality completely contradictory from his true self. Never does he ignore you, let alone snap at you.

Folding your clothes (and purposefully leaving his items in a pile on his side of the bed in spite), you exhale heavily and leave for the living room once again, disregarding your now smeared manicure.

Hoseok beams at the shoe aisle, producing more light than whatever was already lit in the store. Due to his “issue”, stopping by the mall was a given. Two more of his shirts and even one of your necklaces mangled and chewed up like he was the Tasmanian Devil.

Petting his hair fondly, you give him a nuzzle to his cheek, “I’ll be in the next store over, puppy. Come meet me when you’re done.” He nods happily, wide-frame glasses bobbing atop his pretty nose.

You beeline for the department store in hopes of purchasing a few extra things for yourself before Hoseok sniffs you out. It’s immediate heaven when you sift through the dresses, picking a few out and dangling them happily on your fingers before bouncing from rack to rack. By the time you reach the dressing rooms, your arm aches from the pile you’ve accumulated.

“Hey there, you can go ahead and take that first stall right there,” a man directs, tall and intimidating and rather fucking handsome, you think. “My name’s Jaebum. Let me know if you need anything and I’ll go grab it for you.”

You bat your lashes and mouth a Thanks before waltzing into your room, appreciating his kindness perhaps a little too much. Despite your complex and absolute relationship status, it didn’t hurt to peek at what’s on display. It was only right!

You try on more than what you even remembered picking out, velvets and satins and the softest of cottons all hugging you warmly with every piece, a bittersweet happiness when everything seemed to fit you perfectly. The last dress, though, is your only hiccup. Material skin-tight and ending just a little above your ankles; you harrumph. Almost a perfect streak.

Dress still on (at least it zipped), you peek through the door and spot handsome Bum at the front. “Psst, um, do you mind getting me a couple more sizes in this? I think it was near the wall to the right.”

He grins and nods, almost grateful of the fact that you asked him to do so. Why was he even in this section? Should it concern you?

You watch as he leaves, back muscles showcased quite lavishly in his pristinely pressed suit.

Should it be more concerning that it didn’t?

You take a moment to look at the dress once more, smoothing over the velvet that bunched snugly at your waist and checking out your own ass. The fabric might rip if you sneeze too hard but you look pretty damn splendid.

“Found a few more and got you another color as well,” Jaebum says upon return. You almost snap your neck away from the mirror, hoping he didn’t see you ogling your bum. What a speedy fellow.

You politely open the door wider and reach for the hangers, “Thank you, I appreciate it.”

Jaebum doesn’t fully hand it to you though, briefly but noticeably skimming over your body, “I think that size is cute on you too. You have a really beautiful figure.”

Maybe it should concern you. You chuckle awkwardly and look elsewhere. Please just give me my dresses, you almost say, now self-conscious in your skin.

“It’s even better when she’s naked. I would know,” Hoseok near growls, appearing out of thin air. He swipes the hangers from behind Jaebum, who is surprised beyond all comprehension of the word, and pushes you back into the room. You’ve never seen him look so enraged, face serious and twitching as if he would shift at any given moment.

“Th-There aren’t allowed to be more than one person in a—,” Jaebum nervously starts from the other side before the door is slammed on his nose.

You didn’t even see Jaebum’s reaction, nor do you ponder it when Hoseok drops your beautiful dresses and thrusts your back against the mirror with his hand to your neck, deliberately making you yelp loud enough for others to hear. You recoil as he bares his fangs, sharp and taunting, threatening to devour you whole and you know this isn’t your Hobi.

He doesn’t get the chance for whatever else he had in store when pure vehemence engulfs you, daring to stand your ground with a low guttural snarl and shoving him off. Your strength is nothing to snicker at, his shoulders nearly hitting the other wall despite his stature.

“What’s wrong with you?” you didn’t even care if everyone in the damn store could hear you, “Don’t you dare touch me!”

Regret instantly arises in his eyes, his hands reaching out to comfort you in any way but hesitant in the warning. He would rather die than hurt you, he was sorry, he was so sorry.

Your body can feel his sorrow and want, itching to touch him in any way but you push it down. The little she-wolf in you whimpers as you struggle out of the dress and leave him alone in the stall, begging for you to go back and forgive him.

Jaebum stands, bewildered, outside of the rooms. He sure did rue the moment he ever made advances on you. Not a word is spoken as you pass by and exit the store.

It doesn’t make it any easier when Hoseok follows you closely. “Baby, I’m sorry. Please.”

“You were going to shift because of some stupid sales clerk! You could’ve gotten us in some deep shit with the order,” you scold, “We’re going home. Right now.” This was a double-edged sword, you didn’t even get to purchase anything. Though your mood is far too foul to continue.

“But I didn’t! No one saw anything. I just lost my cool for a second, I promise. I know better.” Even Hoseok strains to keep up your pace, car already in view and goddamn you walk fast.

“Do you? Are you seriously justifying your actions? You need to uphold your responsibilities, Hoseok. You’re not new to this.” He finds that he despises when you lecture him this way, gums and skin and everything prickly and he wish he could gnaw on something right about now.

It was odd to tell him these things, taking into consideration that his role is considerably higher than yours and that he hardly ever faults as an alpha. If there wasn’t something going on biologically, what else could it be?

He’s obviously straining to keep his composure now, jaw slacked and knuckles cracking in his fist, “How am I supposed to do that now? It won’t happen again. It’s over.”

“Then what about your shitty mood swings? We don’t argue, Hoseok. You’re not mean, you’re not easily agitated, and you’re not a fucking paper shredder. Neither are you aggressive to your own mate,” you throw in his face, unsurprised when he cowers again at the thought. It’s like the man was on his period.

Now that you recall, the last time you’ve ever seen him so angry at you is when you watched Endgame without him, and that should say enough. This was just all so new and unbecoming of someone with his level of reputation.

“You know I didn’t mean to do that. I never want to hurt you…” he leads as you beat him to the driver’s side of the car, watching him over the hood for him to finish his sentence, “I’m just—”

“You what, Hoseok?”

He jostles the door handle a few times, a rep of unsettling clacks making him uneasy.

“Can you unlock the car?”

“You what?” you say a little louder, entirely avoiding his question.

“Goddammit,” he hisses, “Just let me in and we can talk about it when we get home.” You scan his face in search of anything. For the truth. For him to own up to what it is. What you get is nothing.

So you smile, “No.”

He stands cluelessly as you unlock your door and hop in, starting the car with a satisfying roll and opening his window just enough to see his addled facial expression.

“What are you doing?” he deadpans.

“If you won’t admit it then you obviously don’t take me seriously, and if you won’t take me seriously then I’ll take my car home by myself. So, toodles!”

He smirks nervously, slender fingers sifting through his hair, “Y/N, c’mon. Just let me in.” He’s even more staggered when you start reversing out of your spot. Eyes widening hilariously, he cusses under his breath as he walks cautiously towards the door.

“Have a fun run, baby. Better get home soon,” you feign pity, “looks like it’s going to start raining pretty soon.”

“We live an hour away!”

You drive down the row, turning on your signal just in case someone needed to know. Shucks, you were such a good driver, even in the parking lot.

Hoseok thinks otherwise, anger and panic so vivid that you can feel it from this distance. Walking Time Bomb even begins to jog, not willing to risk your bluff.

“Okay! Okay, I admit it. I may be going through something…” his wavering voice trickles into your head. “You’re right.’

You let him catch up to you, eyes shifty and fingers fiddling. “Hi, darling. Can you say that one more time? In person?” His chest puffs.

“I already said it once,” he begs.

Was his pride this important? Did the strangled mutt deep down change your Hoseok for the worst? An impatient car behind you honks and you shrug.

“You’re making people wait. I’m going to leave.”

“Jesus fucking—okay. I think I’m teething. Or something involving my dental state. It’s making me fucking grumpy and it’s painful and I want to punch a fucking wall because it’s stupid that this phase is so late.” You unlock his door mid-sentence, his body falling into his seat before he continues to blabber on.

“Oh, little puppy,” you slide your sunglasses from atop your head down to the bridge of your nose, “Don’t be so sensitive. ‘S like a human adult getting braces.”

The week passes by agonizingly slow. And that wasn't necessarily because Hoseok bitched and complained, throwing temper tantrums when the remote had fallen between the couch cushions or throwing his pants stormily when they would catch on his ankles and make him hobble about like a disabled chicken.

Or maybe it was because of that.

You dare to creak the door to his den (pun intended), having locked himself in such confinement to work through the paperwork that's been piling on his mahogany desk for days. He looks worn around the eyes, long brown hair pushed back with his fake reading glasses. You knock three times as if he couldn't already sense your presence. When he looks at you through his lashes, he nods for you to proceed.

"Hi, baby. How's the work going?" you ask with a honey-dipped edge.

He shrugs, "A lot of affairs from other packs that I have to go over. I should be done soon."

You slink behind his office chair and wrap your arms around his shoulders, "Mm, why don't you take a break and have a nice little bath with me?" He doesn't budge one inch, straightening out a stack of papers before stapling them neatly and tucking them into one of his drawers.

"I need to finish this. I've been pushing it back until the last minute."

Rolling him out a bit, you slide onto his lap and rest on his chest. Your touch always lulls a serene sensitivity from his skin, a natural effect that only you are capable of. But his muscles remain taut. Bones stiff and budging none whatsoever. Stuttering, you try again, "You've been working for hours. I'm lonely. Just an hour--,"

"Y/N. I'm warning you. Get off."

She-wolf unconsciously warns you to stand down upon this statement. Was he being serious? He's warning you? You search his blank face, waiting for him to crack a smile or lift you up and attack you with kisses. When he doesn't, you test the waters.

Your nails scratch the bare skin under his shirt, "H-Hoseokie, we haven't had sex in so long," you whine. Invading his space, however, only sets him off more.

He growls, deep and meant to be menacing. It takes brutal force to push yourself to move, a weight halting your ministrations. His word, no matter how rare it be, was your law. Do you dare defy that?

You unbutton his pants the same time he threatens, "Continue any further and see what happens." He's breathier than normal and that gives you some satisfaction. He was your mate, after all. Eternal fulfillment was your duty.

The feeling of his heavy and growing bulge, nestling in the crook of his thigh, is a success all in its own. You purr and rub your legs together, licking at Hoseok's neck lovingly and waiting for him to give in. "Hobi, you're already--ah!"

Your view spins as Hoseok scruffs you to his desk, cold wood pressed to your cheek and wrists somehow pinned behind you. Yiping in fear, you struggle in his harsh imprisonment.

"You don't fucking listen," he complains, voice balancing on the line between speaking and yelling.

"Hoseok! L-Let me g-go--," you start before he grinds himself into your ass, boner prominent and angry as it prods. He replaces the hand to your neck with his mouth, laving and suckling all the way down your shoulder.

"Can't do that. I warned you and you disobeyed me. You disobey your alpha, Y/N?"

"No, I'm sorry--," you squeak before your dress is thrown over your back and a sharp slap comes down onto your ass.

You don’t believe the sound that comes out of your throat, pressing your thighs together and wiggling the pain away. “J-Jung Hoseok! What is—” Another slap, harder than the first.

The nerves tingle all the way down to your toes as your eyes roll back. You moan once more, unsolicited and without restraint. Hoseok is content with your reaction, not expecting you to squirm so nicely because of your punishment.

"You like this, don't you? I can smell you leaking like some submissive whore," he snarls with an edge of disappointment. You're beyond mortified of how he speaks to you, although not inclined to deny his words. Not when he spanks you once more, with such force that a scream is rewarded and your back arches in euphoric pain.

"Hoseok, no more, please. I'll--I'll cum if you keep, ugh," you blabber over yourself. He thinks you look prettily pathetic drooling on his desk, so close to spilling over the edge from being physically humiliated.

"Tch, so weak," he comments before releasing your wrist and letting you collapse to the floor. "Are you done?" The question both turns you on and pisses you off, emotions swirling into something self-destructive.

Crawling on the carpet and up his leg, you nuzzle into his bulge, "But I still didn't get what I want." You don’t even ponder where this behavior is coming from; slinking out of you like a dog with its tail between its legs. Perhaps his own change of manner influenced one in you.

He could laugh at how easy you were being, wondering when he ever mated with someone who acts like such a sexually-obsessed brat. "Oh?" he prompts, "So you think you get to make the calls here?"

Licking the hem of his boxers in response, he doesn't feel pleased with your lack of words. You perk up when he shuffles his cock out from the confines of his layers. It’s almost instinctual, not wasting any time to pepper kisses and kitten licks to his tip. God, he even smells amazing. You don't care if you look ridiculous, feverish with your actions like he'd take away your precious treat if you weren't cautious.

He snickers at you, petting your hair with an unexpectedly soft touch. Your heart-shaped irises peer up, knowing he loves your eye contact when you suck him off. Watching the blush spread on his face means that you must be doing your job correctly. Besides, not even the Big Bad Wolf can deny when he feels his pleasure.

He almost can’t stand the self-righteousness that oozes off you. If you thought you were in control, you were dead-wrong. "You want my cock that bad, huh, baby?" your love bunches as much of your hair as he can with his fist, "Then fucking take it."

Then his girthy dick shoves to the back of your throat without warning, hips to your nose and thrustingthrustingthrusting as far as he can.

You'd sputter if your mouth wasn't so full, eyes overflowing with tears and throat constricting in hopes that he'll let you go. When he doesn't and continues to grind himself down your mouth, you dig your nails into his thighs and whine on his persistent cock. It doesn’t matter, the digging crescents in his thighs rousing him even further and even hoping those pretty nails of yours leave marks for him. He’d accept no less.

Hoseok thrusts twice more before pulling you off and watching you cough maniacally. The tears that gathered were now running down your face, accompanied with your saliva that leaks from your chin and onto the floor.

You couldn't breathe, you couldn't ask him to stop, and you loved it.

He cocks a brow as you struggle to catch up, "We'll stop here. You're obviously not made for this."

Pitiful is the only word he can use to describe how quickly you paw and beg for him, desperately wrapping your fingers around the base of his member and pumping him just the way he likes it, "No! I can take it, please use me." Your unstable hand massages the cum-saliva mix as well as it can, a small victory celebrated when he bucks into you.

"Mm," his thumb wipes a stray tear from your lip, "You're so beautiful when you cry. Will you sit on the desk for me?"

You don't hesitate to obey, being careful to hop up when your bum is so sore but otherwise eager for him to touch you again. When he places himself between your legs, your body hums.

"I'm... I'm not well, Y/N. I don't want to hurt you," he says, voicing his first concern after what's already happened. With his brows knit in concern and his slender fingers rubbing calmly at your sides, it's almost as if the Hoseok you know has returned. The Hobi that makes your pancakes just a little overcooked like you prefer. Who makes you a blanket nest when you’re feeling down. And will gladly give up his last bite of anything to watch you munch happily even after you’ve finished your own portion.

In some way, this was your same Hobi. Maybe not so sweet and innocent but more on the receiving end. Spending his days tending to you out of pure love and pleasure to see you bloom; it was just your turn to return the favor.

So you kiss him with fervor and mold your chest to his, feeling the scorching heat that emanates from him. He must seriously be straining himself, you think. His canines graze your lips and you know he's trying his best to hold back; to not completely obliterate you.

"I want to help you," you whisper against his mouth. You implore him and he doesn’t hesitate to take your offer.

You extend your legs as he rushes to pull down your thong, throwing it to the side, and embracing you with another kiss, all tongue and pants. Some of his documents get ruffled under your steadying hands and he shoves them off altogether, a rain of really important paper littering the room. He comes in a little too excitedly, slamming a drawer closed with his thigh and even scooting his desk across the floor.

“God fucking dammit,” he swears, your chuckles covering his wet lips. “I’m… a mess… not thinking straight. Need to cum inside you.”

You purr when his head rubs against your sex, an electric sensation tearing through you. “Want you to knot me,” you whisper. A mistake in its own because he’s practically moaning into your mouth when you say such things.

“Yeah, baby? Want your cunt pumped full? Hm?” he asks into your jaw, all the while spreading your legs as far as they can split with his strong hands. His hips begin to circle like he’s stalling as long as possible and that rouses you up in a way.

You nod with sultry eyes and chant, “Yes. Yes, yes.” By the second yes does he all but slam into you, your final confirmation his endgame.

Hoseok was truly blessed in size, something no mere human could ever match. His length alone would make you double over in ecstasy if he allowed you the space to. Squeezing around him only makes him fuck you deeper, both wanting and needing more of each other than you already have. You were made for him, and him you.

You whimper as he pulls out, his head tantalizing your g-spot before ramming back inside and forcing an angelic cry. “H-Hoseokie… Please, your pups. I want to have your pups”

The sounds of his hips against your skin with your moans and the subtle creak of his desk is almost humorous, you were fucking like dogs. Even more so when he pushes you flat against the wood by the front of your throat, his thumb tucked gently on an airway as your tongue flops out in simple bliss.

“Don’t say that if you don’t mean it,” he snarls with a particularly evil drill to your core that curls your toes. “Nothing to me would be more satisfying than to breed you.”

Your throat constricts and you cough, your tiny hands tugging at his fingers while barely being able to pry his grip. You can’t resist moaning through clenched teeth still, even when the prettiest wine red pours into his irises. Hoseok holds back incredibly well, despite having shifting eyes, his total control never fails to astonish you. It was years worth of training and you thank the stars that it was useful in a time where you were literally stuffed with his cock.

“And you’re so willing; so obedient now. You like when I fuck you like this. Just want that beautiful pussy bred until you’re spilling, right?” he chuckles with means to humiliate when your eyes flutter and drool spills from your swollen lips, “What a mate.”

You tighten, an embarrassing amount of arousal spilling and sticking to your love. He doesn’t mind one bit, rather, losing composure for a brief moment, “Ugh, so good.”

His hand suddenly withdraws from your tender neck and you sputter an attempt to catch your breath, a fleeting moment before he wraps his arms under your knees and prompts you to hang onto him when he stands. How quickly he’s able to switch positions is hot in itself, but the thought is also lost when you sink down even further on his dick.

“Oh, oh my god,” you wail pathetically, wrapping yourself around him and trying to lift your trembling body to ease how full you feel, even for just a moment.

“Hm? I thought you wanted this, baby. Wanted my complete, unforgiving love for you. Isn’t that why you walked into my office?” he smirks similarly to how you imagine the devil would. His hands find leverage against the closest wall, also shoving you against it and resuming his pace into you.

This, to whichever persona was hiding deep down in Hoseok, was divine. Incredible. You would die for this man even without the bond. He was literally screwing you braindead.

He pants, warm and sweaty and shirt somehow unbuttoned halfway down (when did you do that?), “I thought you wanted my knot? Not anymore?”

Your pupils blow out as you shake your head, you were so close.

“Ah, then I’ll knot you. I’ll knot you but you have to beg,” he says with a wink. Bastard.

“Please, please knot me, baby. Breed me and let me have your pups,” you sob, “Fill me up until I can’t take it anymore, Alpha, please—”

He jabs incessantly until you’re entirely maxed out, sloppy smacks echoing out further than the den and his growls emanating when you drag your sharp nails down his back, the fabric tearing under your fingers. Hoseok grinds his full length into you, reaching beyond the end of your walls.

“S-Stay,” he orders. He slows as the base of his cock swells and even though you asked for it, it’s always a little uncomfortable. You can’t even fathom how it feels for your mate, his sudden groans and the absolute necessity to lave at your neck only scraping at the surface of any real indication.

Hoseok told you once that it was similar to both being overstimulated and having a sudden spike of energy, which could explain his touchiness. It was cute though, and kinda hot.

Nestled deep inside, you can subtly feel the ropes of semen beginning to pool. You rest your head over his shoulder, buzzing from the intensity of it all and watching as the walls move and shift into the ones of your bedroom.

Hoseok’s hoarse voice surprises you, “Fuck, I’m so dizzy.”

The bed is a heavenly difference from the den’s desk and wall, your heart pounding a little too hardly when he places one of his pillows lengthwise under your back for extra squish. He was so cute.

But then he collapses on you.

“Oof—I’ve never seen you like that before. My ass hurts,” you state dreamily.

“Oh, love. Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” he asks seriously, lifting his head to study your face in case you lie. The red dissipated long before, his deep brown eyes twinkling down at you like they always do.

“You were a little rough,” you feign, pouting and pushing around his face with paw-folded fists. He thinks you look like an idiot, a cute idiot.

“I’m sorryyyy,” he whines, burying his face into your chest and wiggling around like a fish. His knot moves with him and you wince.

“Hoseok, stay still.”

Being showered in a sudden attack of kisses is what he responds with, not even aware of the task at hand and fake crying, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I don’t ever want to hurt you—I—oh no.”

You yipe as semen sloshes down your leg, shoving your palm into Hobi’s (who is undoubtedly back to his usual self) cheek and trying your best to not panic.

“Goddammit, Jung Hoseok! Stay still!”

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hi. hello. this is a bit embarrassing but i'm trying to buy my bf a tablet sort of thing so he can draw his arts. he's been wanting one forever but hasn't rly shown me which one he wants. i want to surprise him n buy a good one worth the money n was just curious if you had any suggestions. i've looked into wacom products, but i'm just such a noob to these things n was hoping you can help... i understand if this is silly, you don't have to reply! ur just so amazing, ur opinion is trustworthy 😅☺️

Okay, so, this is just my opinion and since it’s based completely on personal experiences it’s gonna possibly be incredibly different from other people’s opinions, so I just wanna make clear from the start that this is a personal preference and isn’t in any way meant as an absolute truth

Anyway, as far as I’m concerned when you’re just starting out you don’t need anything fancy at all. As an aspiring digital artist your bf might have looked up tablets and cried tears of blood over how much he’d like a cintiq or anything similar, but my very personal opinion is that fancy stuff is gonna be pretty much useless to you and be generally a waste of money? You’re just learning, you don’t need anything more than the basics. My suggestion is that you pick something simple and easy to use - I own this wacom intuos, had it for a long while and I like it a lot, but there’s also less expensive options you can go for too that people seem to like just as much! I’ve lately read on my dash about the Huion H610, they say it doesn’t cost much at all but it’s just as good as the Intuos, that could be a good option for you~

Anon said: Hey!!! I was wondering if its ok to rb your oc art? I realized a lot less people rb those and i get anxious easily so... also i really don't want to disrespect either! But i always thought of rebloging as a way of saying "i appreciate your art" and i really really (really ) like yours (both the style and itself in general). (I hope you dont mind my bad english ha ha) i hope you don't mind this stupid ask! Im still kind of new to tumblr

It’s 100% okay!!!! *O* Thank you for liking them enough to want to reblog them ;A; !!!!

Anon said:i miss ur bokuroteru so much 😭💕 i love ur art but whenever i see ur header, i just remember ur bokuroteru comic and my heart cries storms for them to be seen again.

Aw anon I’m super happy you like my stuff for those three but as of now inspiration in that department is... super low... and tbh the haikyuu fandom is being incredibly unresponsive and non-vocal about their appreciation of fanworks in this period so even when I do have ideas for that fandom I sort of. Let them go. Or just sketch them out and never finish them.

Like, you know the whole deal about having to draw for yourself and not for others? That’s what I do 100% of the times when I’m starting a drawing, but to draw for myself I don’t exactly need to finish a drawing, you know? Sometimes there’s a scene I wanna see and I sketch it out in a super rough way and as far as my personal desire to see it goes I’m satisfied with that, and everything after that - the cleaning and lining and maybe even coloring - I put the effort in it because I want to share it with people. And the deal with the Hq!! fandom lately is that they don’t share my excitement for it. They either only like it, or don’t comment on it, or comment only to complain about this or that thing. In the worst case posting hq!! only ends up with people asking me to draw something else (ie I feel like drawing Karasuno so I draw it and post it and no one comments/rb/says anything about it but there’s 20 asks in my inbox asking me why I haven’t drawn any bok*ro lately)

When I think about posting stuff for hq lately I automatically compare it to posting stuff for bnha where I could draw a background character that appeared once 120 chapters ago and there’s still gonna be people that go “yes! that character!! I love that character!!! can’t believe there’s actual art for it oh my god!!!!” - that’s... that’s the sort of reaction that makes you wanna share stuff

I dunno, maybe I’m just expecting too much out of the hq fandom. But anyway, sharing for bnha makes me way happier and glad I decided to finish a drawing lately, so I guess that’s what’s happening there.

Anon said:Every time your soft doods art shows up on my dash I have to pause and take a deep breath and just thank god for all the good in the world because I'm blown away every single time

This is s o s w e e t oh my god ;A; thank you so much!!!!

Anon said:Johnny is a fucking angel dammit. Have you read the new DGM already?? I'm in tears. I love this manga so much. The frequency of the releases are killing me... it has such a great story and great characters. It needs more love

I did read it!!!! And yeah the fandom used to be way bigger, but honestly I’m glad it’s just the couple dozens people it is. Like a small town where everyone knows everyone else. No drama, no discourse. Everyone ships what they want and we all pass each other tissues to dry the tears. The only argument that happens regularly is people complaining about the relase schedule and the old fans telling them to let Hoshino live. A good place, this fandom’s a good place.

DGM was my playground for most of my experimenting as far as creating art goes, I really did reach in all directions with it through the years and it helped me shape myself a lot, so I really want it to stay quiet and nice and peaceful, that’s my dream for it haha smaller fandoms have a better chance to keep that freedom

Anon said: Oh man, I live for that Togata x Amajiki interaction

You talking about the color spread cause yes that was adorable!!! ;A;

Anon said:I look a little, and do you still draw Bakugo x Kirishima x Kaminari?

Sure, it’s still my main ship for Kaminari and my main ot3! Just wait for Denki to start being relevant in the manga again, I’ll probably fall headfirst into it all over again haha

Anon said:Your art is so wonderful you're wonderful everything's so wonderful i'm crying omg

SOB no anon you’re wonderful!!!!

Anon said:Due to my brain not wanting to cooperate with me (ever), Bakugou Katsuki is now Batsuki Katsuki in my head.

This is the funniest thing I’ve read today and I’m in t e a r s hahaha

Anon said:Artistic!Mina making pop art and colorful paintings :o what are ur thoughts

HELL YES that’s my main headcanon for Mina, she’s definitely an artsy girl!!! I like the idea of her sharing it with Bakugou t b h

Anon said:I'm still just repeatedly looking at your newest KiriBaku because hot damn.

I’m super glad you liked it!!!!!!! oh my gOD!!!!!!!

Anon said:Heyy please rec Kami comics please! I'm in a Kami art shortage and I currently can't find art as awesome as yours...

I’m so sorry I wish I could help you with this but I don’t know anyone who draws lotsa Kaminari either ;---;

#fran answers #about the tablet #personally i started with a tablet that wasn't a wacom #it was okay to learn the basics but it lasted maybe six months top #and then i had to change it #which is why now im sorta wary about giving my money to other brands #considering that after that i only bought two tablets #both wacoms #and technically i didn't even have to change the first one my family just bought me a new one out of the blue #so yeah people can say whatever they want about wacom but they ARE quality and durable #that said that experience with other brands happened over ten years ago #and the brand wasn't great anyway #so like it's totally possible that new brands are WAY better #check for the reviews! most people are saying they love them #so i guess if your budget is limited you CAN go for another brand #the one i linked is pretty damn huge too im #really tempted to buy it myself t b h #anonymous

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The Linc - Jalen Mills says “I think we finna go win the Super Bowl. It’s time again.”

Let’s get to the Philadelphia Eagles links ...

JALEN MILLS: “Just got a big pickup in DeSean Jackson, for the offense. We’ve got a big, big defensive tackle in Malik [Jackson.] I think we finna go win the Super Bowl, man. It’s time again. It’s time. We healthy, we going to do it again. [...] [Carson] Wentz is looking good. He’s back healthy, moving around good, Wentz is going to air that ball up. He’s the leader of our team and everybody know that it’s time to win.”

Eagles cap space update heading into the second week of NFL free agency - BGN Now that 2019 NFL free agency is unofficially one week old, let’s take a look at how much cap space the Philadelphia Eagles have left after making some moves last week. A lot of people saw the following tweet on Sunday night and asked: “How do the Eagles possibly have this much cap space left?”

The Kist & Solak Show #86: The Electric Kool-Aid Running Back Test - BGN Radio Michael Kist and Benjamin Solak assess the current state of the running back room for the Eagles, discuss the value of the position, and what the plan could be to bolster the group. PLUS potential targets in the 1st round AND an update on all the draft prospects being brought in for official visits! Powered by SB Nation and Bleeding Green Nation.

Eagles Add a Safety - Iggles Blitz This move makes a lot of sense, in some respects. Sendejo is a natural FS. When McLeod got hurt last year, the Eagles didn’t have anyone who was an ideal fit for that role. Sendejo could step in and start if needed. He has started 58 games in his career and has been part of some great defenses. You can see Sendejo’s ability in these clips. He has good range and ball skills. He can be a big hitter.

Andrew Sendejo adds experience, confidence at safety - PE.com It didn’t look like much at the time, when safety Rodney McLeod went down with an injury in a Week 3 win over the Indianapolis Colts last season. He came off the field, the game continued, all eyes focused on the 2018 debut of quarterback Carson Wentz. Turns out, McLeod’s injury was serious enough to sideline him for the remainder of the year and force the Eagles into a week-to-week exercise of mixing and matching and coming up with answers to replace McLeod. The injury to McLeod, the first of many suffered in the secondary, stretched the defensive backfield to its limit throughout the remainder of the year. So, it’s no surprise that finding depth for the safety position was one of the team’s early priorities in free agency, and the Eagles solved that need by agreeing to terms on Monday with veteran Andrew Sendejo, entering his 10th NFL season, eight of them with the Minnesota Vikings.

Eagles, Patriots poised to lead the way in 2020 compensatory picks - PFT The Eagles are likely to get a third-round compensatory pick for losing Nick Foles, and two fourth-rounders for losing Golden Tate and Jordan Hicks. The Patriots are expected to get third-round picks for Trey Flowers and Trent Brown, plus a sixth-round pick for Malcom Brown.

State of every NFL team after free agency - PFF Key Players Added: WR DeSean Jackson (79.4), EDGE Brandon Graham (88.7), T Jason Peters (69.6), CB Ronald Darby (70.6), DI Malik Jackson (64.4), LB L.J. Fort (74.2) — Key Players Lost: EDGE Michael Bennett (75.1), G Steven Wisniewski (54.6), LB Jordan Hicks (76.1), WR Golden Tate (71.1), WR Jordan Matthews (65.4), QB Nick Foles (76.6), DI Timmy Jernigan (49.8).

With few options at RB, Eagles might have to get creative - NBCSP There are some borderline lead backs on the market, granted in short supply. Were the Eagles to pair the likes of Isaiah Crowell, C.J. Anderson or Spencer Ware with a promising rookie, such a tandem might not electrify the fan base, but it would create some semblance of stability at the position. The Eagles could even re-sign Jay Ajayi, provided he’ll be healthy. Were it not for a torn ACL, Ajayi probably would’ve been one of the top runners on the market, even with a chronic knee issue. Free agent T.J. Yeldon and Browns running back Duke Johnson have also been mentioned as possibilities, but more as potential replacements for Darren Sproles.

For Temple’s Ryquell Armstead, ‘the small details are what really matters’ with Eagles’ Duce Staley watching - PennLive Assistant head coach and running backs coach Duce Staley paced Armstead and teammates Rob Ritrovato and Nick Sharga through their individual workouts. “It was great,” Armstead said afterward at Temple’s STAR Complex. “He’s a great coach. I love what he was saying to me. The small details are what really matters, and I try to focus on that. All in all, I believe I had a good day. I feel like he liked me. It was great working out with the Eagles.” Armstead knows the team’s recent history with young running backs. Two years ago, the Eagles signed Corey Clement as an undrafted free agent out of Wisconsin. Clement grew up in Glassboro, N.J., and he went on to catch four passes for 100 yards and a touchdown in the Super Bowl LII win. Armstead said his Millville High team scrimmaged against Clement’s Glassboro High squad before the two found success in college.

NFL Free Agency: Andrew Sendejo (and his arms) to sign with Philadelphia Eagles - Daily Norseman Sendejo was a solid safety for most of his time with the Vikings after picking up the starting spot. He’s, essentially, getting a “prove it” deal to see if he can pick up where he left off after missing most of this year. This is another loss for the Vikings, but it’s one that appears that they’ll be able to absorb with little to no problem.

2019 NFL Draft: The Jaguars need to go overboard to fix the quarterback position - Big Cat Country Could Nick Foles be the guy? Sure. Heck, you can even argue that he already holds that mantle in Philadelphia. The Jaguars certainly think so by making him the most handsomely paid free agent quarterback this cycle, and his experience in high-pressure situations and influence in the locker room makes the move an extremely logical one for a regime under duress to provide immediate results in 2019. I do not fault the Jaguars for bringing Foles in. I will fault them, however, if they don’t hedge their bets and put all their eggs in a quarterback basket that doesn’t have more than 11 starts in a season as a starter.

How does the Nick Foles signing affect the division? - Stampede Blue Overall, I think this is a terrible move for the Jaguars. They could have easily drafted up to get one of the 2 stud QBs in this class or gone for next years loaded one (like the Dolphins). However, they paid the 7th highest annual salary for an average to below-average quarterback who plays well in the playoffs. Bad move for Jaguars fans, a good move for Colts fans.

Dave Gettleman: Giants got “legitimate value” in return for Odell Beckham Jr. - Big Blue View At the Combine a few weeks ago, Gettleman took issue with the negative narrative about quarterback Eli Manning. He did so again on Monday. This narrative that Eli is overpaid and can’t play is a crock. I’m telling you!,” Gettleman said. The GM says he is “OK” if you disagree with him about Manning, and added that with the way the Giants played at the end of last season and the salary Manning currently makes “there really wasn’t a decision to make.” Gettleman also said the Giants had considered extending or restructuring the veteran quarterback’s deal, but that they will just “keep moving.”

Free agent defensive lineman Vinny Curry visiting Bengals on Monday - Cincy Jungle The Bengals have awoken from their early free agency slumber. Aside from re-signing their fourth internal free agent in Tyler Eifert this weekend, they are also hosting a veteran edge defender. Per Geoff Mosher of 973 ESPN Radio, Vinny Curry is set to visit Cincinnati at the onset of next week. Curry was most recently with the Buccaneers and was released in February.

Los Angeles Rams to sign QB Blake Bortles to one-year deal - Turf Show Times Per the official team site, the Los Angeles Rams are signing former Jacksonville Jaguars QB Blake Bortles to a one-year deal to back up starting QB Jared Goff. Terms of the deal have not been disclosed.

A complete history of Vontaze Burfict being the most reckless football player - SB Nation Linebacker Vontaze Burfict is exactly what every NFL team wanted from a middle linebacker about 40 or 50 years ago. Players like Dick Butkus and Jack Lambert had reputations as mean and scary enforcers who didn’t just make tackles, but attempted to set the tone for anybody who dared to go to the middle of the field. Highlight reels showed clothesline tackles, helmet-to-helmet hits, and boasted about the rough and tough linebackers of lore. But the best linebackers of football today are those who can channel the aggression and violence of the game without crossing the line. That’s something that Burfict has struggled with.

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voidselfshipp · 4 years

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Saved

Cw: violence, food

Ok to rb

It was late, she knew she shouldnt be out at this hour.

Yet here she was, a bag of food in her hand, another with her keys ready, her breath quickens as she feels the presence of someone behind her.

She had the strenght to take them, she knew she could defend herself.

But there is no worse enemy than fear, she speeds up, and the Man behind her also does.

Shes praying, seeing her appartment was two blocks away,trying to start running.

Another Man walks infront of her, she cant see his face,just a black and white mask, who as soon as she passes him gets infront of the stalker stopping him.

-- get out of my way, asshole-- the stalker said.

-- what where you doing following her?

She knew that voice,or well she heard it before,the moon shined as some clouds move away.

Rorschach...

She didnt think the anti-hero would be around this block, but thank goodness he was there.

The stalker resists and rorschach in a swift move makes him fall on the ground-- leave the woman alone-- his foot stomped on his chest-- go back to the hole that you crawled out of,you Filthy Scum!

The stalker freaks out and bolts running away from the anti hero.

He turns to face jerico,walking some steps towards her-- are you hurt? Did that bastard do anything to you?

--No, thankfully, thank you uh...for saving me...

--im happy to help, can I Scort you back to your home?

--yeah id love that...

Both walk togheter in silence, the appartment building was silent as ever, she says her goodbyes and enters the building.

Rorsarch, or well, Walter, sighs, scratching the back of his neck, the woman he saved was so beautiful, If she started talking while walking he wouldnt know how to react, hed get nervous, his face would heat up and wouldnt be able to utter a Word, surely making a fool out of himself.

He stuck around the block for a little longer, and Walked up the Fire scape stairs, he peeks his head and there she was, fifth floor, asleep on her bed, something curled up besides her, she rested soundly,and he lets out a loved full sigh, putting a hand on the locked Windows glass it started to rain, and he then sighed in annoyance.

And so he went back home,making sure he wasnt followed either.

He took routes nobody knew, he checked every corner and alley, nothing,no-one tailed Him to his home.

The door clicks Open, he locks it behind her and takes off his mask,breathing the fresh air.

Taking off his clothes changing into normal ones,leaving the others in his secret Office.

As he enters the kitchen hes greeted by this tiny pomerarian jumping at his feet, he picks the dog up and kisses its forehead-- hello princess,did you miss me?--the dog barks and he makes himself something to eat.

After dinner, altough, late dinner, he went to sleep,clinging to the pillow,thinking of the woman he saved.

And so, destiny kept making them meet, or more so, rorschach would always make sure shed be safe, even during the day.

Silently following her from a distance,oh how much he blushed when he heard her laugh, her sense of style, it knocked the breath out of him sometimes.

He wished he could do something,anything to talk to her, but he cowered every time.

One particular Day,she had it rough, when the day ended he saw her throw herself on the bed,and pass out shortly after.

Hed got her some chocolates and roses, left them there in her room as she forgot to lock the Window,he left them on her desk, silentely stepping out and closing the Window.

--Good night dear...--he smiled under his mask.

Jerico woke up by the licking of her pet dragon she sits up hugging him--mornin...

The dragon squeaks and she looks at the desk, finding the gift someone left for her, walking up to it she reads the note attached to the box of chocolates "I know you had it rough yesterday, I hope this helps, I know nobody gave you flowers before... I hope todays better.

-W "

Who could they be? How did they gor in there-- im...such...an...idiot-- she locked the Window and put the flowers in a base filled with water.

After eating breakfast she sat on bed, laptop on her lap, writing the next chapter of her second Fantasy novel.

Unkown to her, her savior did enjoy her first book.

Now rorschach wasnt a Man of fiction, but her writing was just so catching and interesting.

So here he was drinking coffee while Reading on his kitchen, princess sitting on the table eating her food.

He found out she was a writer when he snucked into her home and found the first book of her novel, "the clan of the Rose dragon" he decided to buy his own copy, and he was enjoying it very much.

That same night he did his patrol and stopped in jericos home.

There he was, hand on the glass, wishing he was there cuddling besides her, specially tonight,a very cold and rainy night.

-- are you gonna come in or Will you Keep there brooding

Seeing her Open her eyes while talking to him makes rorsarch jump back, she opened the window-- come on its cold outside

--i uh...didnt mean to bother you

Jeri chuckles-- nonsense, come on

He steps in taking off his trenchcoat, he sits on the chair right infront of her desk, she sits on the edge of the bed--thanks for making sure im always safe ror

He smiles at the petname,--just making sure that creep isnt around to harm you

She chuckles--y'know...I was thinking...I got some roses and chocolate the other week, did you get them for me?

Hes surprised,howd she knew?-- yeah...--he said scratching the back of his neck -- howd you figured?

-- well...youve been brooding in silence these nights...and the roses and chocolates...I just figured...I liked the detail, thank you

--im glad you like them...

Both stay in silence,he then looks outside and yawns.

--Want to stay the night? Its too late

He snapped his head to her -- what?

--want to stay the night? Its late, and youll catch a cold,cant have my savior sick -- she winks at him and he looks away with blush creeping up his cheeks.

--i uh..I dont wanna bother but...if you insist I can take the sofá

--no no..come here stay in the bed, its warm already, ill take the sofá in case you want to take your mask off, to give you privacy

Normally anyone would kill to see his face..but there she was, geniunly respecting such boundary.

--dont do that, ill take the sofa its your bed...besides I know I wont get too much sleep

She got into bed and patted the space besides her-- come here then,lets share

Hes taken back, jumping slightly in his Seat, blushing red, he was stuttering,she was so beautiful, he didnt know what to do with himself.

--i dont want to look like a creep, its your personal space

-- Its not being a creep if I invite you

He sighed in defeat and took his scarf and shoes off, he locks the Window and draws the courtains laying on the bed with her.

--Night ror-- she said her back facing his.

--night-- he whispered back looking at the bedrooms door.

The Next morning he woke up with breakfast on the nightstand, just a coffee and she made pancakes.

He ate the breakfast with the happiest and biggest of grins, he washed the dishes, hough the sun was already out, he stayed the whole day and at night he would go back home.

Both shared lunch and dinner, not too much speaking was involved, but her presence was soothing.

And now at night he was just about to leave,he hugs her tightly and whispers a soft goodbye.

She caresses his cheek-- come back tomorrow?..

His hand lifted her face by the chin--of course sweetheart --He caresses her Lower lip and presses his lips against her forehead, even while using his mask,the kiss was as if he didnt have the mask on.

He left back home missing her terribly, his lips longed for hers, to hold her, have her wrap her arms around his back...

Rorschach sighed in love, he loved her so much.

So the Next night he came back and as soon as he stepped into her room lifted her up, hugging her tightly and taking off his mask, at least up to his lips to kiss her.

She kissed back and pressed him against the wall where the Window is,he grippes the Windowsill with one hand, the other ghosted her Lower waist as her arms wrapped around his neck.

He parted his lips, she smiled pressing hers against his again, hugging her tightly he drops her to the bed where they cuddle the night away.

Its late, the rain hits the Window and the thunder struck the Sky.

She caressed his cheek, rorsarch sighed--can you promise me something?--he asked.

--Of course...what is it?--she asked leaning in.

--If I take this off, Will you Keep my identity a secret?

She nodded--of course,I adore you too much...id never snitch on you ror

He licked his lips at took the mask off, oh wait, she saw him before, he would follow her around the city,she always knew he was familiar to her in some way,never really knowing what seemed so familiar of him.

She kissed rorsarch holding him close, he hugs her tightly.

-- I love ya so much--he said hoarsely, kissing her again.

-- I love you so much too...ror

He smiled-- my names Walter...you can call.me Walter

She nodded and hid her face on the crook of his neck.

Theyd spend the night like that.

Theyd be okay togheter.

#f/o fic #cw violence #cw food #tw food #tw violence #🖤⬜you dont have to hide with me ⬜🖤

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voidselfshipp · 4 years

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Feelings are tricky

Summary: Sam is head over Heels for the New trainee,trying but falling miserably to hold his feelings back, he melts under the warmth of her embrace and kind words.

Cw: none

Ok to rb

Sam had asked jerico for a favor, a simple coffee would have been enough to get him through the allnighter.

He was very surprised when he found a Plate of fresh baked goods, and recently brewed coffee.

How did she get the pastries?did she made some for him?, or did she ran into every bakery Open at this hour just to get him some?. either way, he felt flattered and with a slight blush on his cheeks he got to work.

The Next day he'd found out that jeri had arranged the training session for him, she always went around helping people.

Well that was part of her role as the New coach in training, everyone felt it was easy to Open up to her, she had a way with words that always made you feel heard.

--You sure you dont want to talk about anything sam?--Jerico had put a hand on his forearm squeezing it Gently.

Her warm hand felt soft against his cold rough skin, looking slightly down at her, he wondered what would it be like to hold her, she looked so small compared to him.

A blush spread on his face,shaking his head-- im okay, dont worry

Jeri nodded and put her hand back on her pocket drinking from her tea.

He wished deep down that shed Keep that hand on his arm.

And it started like that,small favors here and there,soft brushes agains the others hands, bumping into eachothers shoulders.

It was very windy that morning,zero finished up with training and was watching the other operators doing their rounds on the training simulation, jerico was shivering.

He opened up his jacket--Come here youll freeze to death--And hesitantly jerico stood closer to him, as he wrapped the jacket around her, hands gripping his tanktop, he looked away cursing under his breath.

The way she felt so comfortable like that,what was up with him?.

Jeri didnt seem to notice though as she monitored the operators.

When training was over sam went to harrys' Office to Grab something.

--Sam, youre here finally, the others said youve seemed off--harry said looking up to him from his Seat.

--How off?

The rainbow six director took off his glasses and smiled -- if I didnt know any better id say you have a crush on jerico

Sam turned bright red--what? Me?! A crush?!, dontcha think im a bit too old for those things?

--Your reaction tells me otherwise

Fisher took whatever he needed and stormed off as Harry contained his laughter.

Zero arrived at jericos Office where he spent the whole day.

Its late at night as both sit on the comfy one person sofas near the fireplace.

They talked quietly.

--Theres something bothering you I can tell--jer said leaning in on the armrest--Whats up?

--nothing-- he was quick to dismiss her, until he felt her hand gently caress his hair and then ghosting over his skin to his cheek, holding It carefully.

--you cant hide from me Zero, you know you can tell me...

He couldnt find the words to tell her, that woman infront of him made him feel drunk with her love,he pulled her in, kissing her with such passion she almost drops the tea cup that was on her lap.

She puts her hands against his chest gripping his shirt, panting as they lips parted.

-- okay...I can see whats up

Sam laughe kissing her again with a softer tone to it, holding her close.

Theyd spend the whole night there, dozzing off togheter.

#sam #sam/zero #f/o fic #tw: gun #tw//gun #tw: eye contact #tw//eye contact

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voidselfshipp · 4 years

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The Sound Of Kindness

You know when you read a fanfic with great idea but the reader insert is always scared and its frustrated.

Well heres the opposite with me and death meeting based off that fic.

Tw:implications of child abuse

Ok to rb

Ozi has told her Many times,do not bother the dead.

Jerico was a Smart goddess, half human now, but that side of hers couldnt Keep still.

She Walked Into the old manor, the moonlight dripped from the dusty blinds.

Theres something here.

She could feel it,the Mark on her hand shined softly,reminescent of the morning sun.

She kept on waking, the energy was coming from the basement, she was a goddess, one swift move and she Will transform into a big white dragon.

She felt fear before,before she discovered her past life,but her powers gave her bravery,and knowing that the beating of her heart could impulse defeated batallions back to the fight.

Her heartbeat ran like wild horses marching into battle,the anticipation of a misadventure pumped her up, her hands,now claws, softly caressed the handrail as she went down the old stairs.

The door closes, and she jumps.

--Okay....,that was weird--she should have told her aunt at least.

Though ozi wouldnt be fine with it.

Something moved, swiftly.

--I know youre here--she said.

And he knew that.

Death, now in his reaper form hid in the shadows, the ammount of power that poured from that small human, scared Him a little.

He saw her face soften,and her ears perk up,those green eyes met his, and he felt a warm feeling in his empty ribcage.

--Hey there you are--she Walked softly to him, and he wasnt expecting the dragon like wings that came from her back,as she flied right infront of his face.

--....not.....scared??--its all he could muster in that form.

--Ive dealt with scarier things...--she then giggled.

She was tainted with the smell of death too,but not from hers, a fellow reaper...or the goddess of death.

--im jerico--she said.

Thats when his pupils caught the Mark on her right hand.

His long neck spiraled around her back,where he saw her exposed skin,and the bright sun Mark there shining brightly.

--terran.....?--he said again, turning back to meet her face.

-- hir-- she said in clear terran-- homyd geviizalaz-- he tilted his head--Yes,im terran,youre quite observant arent you

--what....are...you?--his raspy voice almost dry,Like its not been used in a while.

--Its a very long story....nor human,nor goddess,nor demigoddess,what I am,not even I know, and if you dont mind me asking, what are you?

--....horseman...

--nice to meet you--jerico said smiling--guess you wouldnt mind me asking your name

The horseman sighed, and looked away, theres no way shed be scared of his name-- d...dea....death

He looked at her, she kept her smile, and nodded, her wings flapped lazily,enough to have her float, she was getting tired.

Death Scooped her around his hands and held her close,she was strangely warm.

Warmer than any human.

Then he felt her heartbeat, it sounded like hymn with no words, but yet he could understand what the song said.

He might have said it was cheesy, but the sudden warmth made him stay quiet, the song seemed personal.

A song of love, loss, grief, and a hymn to pride, discovery, and Curiosity.

His face nuzzled against her chest, where he could hear the hymn better.

--....sing?

--sing what?

The nose of his bone poked her chest.

She seemed puzzled,then it dawned on her-- you can hear it too?

He nodded softly.

--why would you want to hear it?

--know......about...you...

She tilted her head,her hands softly placed themselves on his skull, and caressed it, he caved in and his knees Buckeld, kneeling on the ground slouched.

Whoever death is...or was...it seems like its been a while since he had felt this warmth, this closeness and this tenderness,and jerico came to the relaziation when he felt him grunt with a broken voice.

She cleared her throat,and opened her mouth.

--all I remember--she sang-- its the screams of justice, all I saw, was someone in need of help.

What I was....who I am, didnt seem to matter,as my heart, pumped with desire.

I extended my hand to the human, who had finally gotten justice for her husband.

Then a yelp, a cry of help, and thats when I felt.

The human just smiled--death seemed to calm down and wrap his wings around her--as I heed her...so did she to me...

And soon enough a human id be....--

Deaths face lifted up as she heard her gulp,and tears formed on the corner of her eyes--oh how wrong I was--her voice rised up--when I thought it was all about love, oh how wrong I was, to forget that pain could be inflicted upon Man.

How Greed and narcissim could ruin such thing,as the Bond of a mother and her offspring...

But now I am here,resting in peace, with more knowledge and love that I have ever got before...--at the end her voice cracked as tears rolled down her eyes.

He wiped her tears away with a Giant hand,and pressed her against his chest.

Jerico sniffled, and gripped his cloack.

--Sorry....

She shook her head--dont be...I just get emotional when I sing it

Death Rose her up back to meet his face.

--Lets get out of here okay?,my allergies are kicking in --She chuckled and so does he.

And in a quick dash they were on old library.

The reaper left his companion on one of the tall bookshelves, where she sat

The first morning Rays filtered through the Windows.

Death looked at them and sighed--its....almost time

--hm?

He pointed at the sunrays and then at himself, making a hand gesture of something shrinking-- I....normal again

--ah i see --She jumped off the bookshelves and landed on the floor with no harm done-- maybe we can get out of here, and get you something for that throat,would you like that?

The reaper chuckled and nodded.

Then a shriek ripped from his throat,as his wings enveloped him, and shrank Back to his size.

He was still taller than her, messy and dirty black locks fell astray on the Mask covering his face.

The pale skin,seemed rough to the touch, death dragged himself to her, and hugged her as tight as he could.

Jerico smiled--Morning to you too

He grunted a chuckle, and both Walked out of the old manor.

The streets were empty,and the morning sun made jeri look even more beautiful, her eyes reflected the light and made them seem like two emeralds,he felt his cheeks Run hot.

His hand softly ghosted over her Lower back.

She shivered and looked at him, the chuckled and pulled him closer to her.

--If you need affection dont be afraid to ask, I have much to give--her heart not only poured power,but kindness too.

They finally arrived at jericos house,or more so her aunts.

He felt that energy again,the aura of someone as powerfull, that could only belong to someone such as the goddess of death herself.

She gave him some tea with honey,always keeping a hand on his shoulder.

He then collapsed on the sofá, his whole body ached from the transformation.

She layed ontop of him, the blinds were barely letting the sun come in.

Death cupped her cheeks, and she sleepily smiled to him ,he took off his mask and his chapped lips pressed against hers--thank...you

She kissed him again and he felt her smile against his lips--Dont mention it

#death #f/o tag #self insert #self ship #my f/os #self shipping #f/o x s/i #romantic f/o #f/o #f/o community #f/o fic #tw:child abuse #tw//child abuse

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