#this just a stress scribble in between working on other stuff

[vurtuaghost]

🌈☀️⭐️‼️

[clown-bimbo]

Despite being transmigrated to a world of magic almost completely different to your own, with a rich history and culture you know nothing about, you are still expected to go to school.

And you can't even get any of your medications for it.

You're like halfway through the school year, and you are stressed. Maybe that's putting it nicely. You are stressed, pressed, and depressed, and studying for a history test of a world you were never a part of. And on top of all the typical school bullshit, there's also your social life, Grim, whatever bullshit Crowley throws your way. There's also the crushing dread you'll never get home again, and the depression that comes with your situation and oh yeah the depression that runs rampant in your brain without the proper chemicals to tell it to shut up.

You're fuckin S T R E S S E D.

And your buddies are starting to notice it.

Hi, and welcome to the first horny addition to Stuck In TWST Without Meds. Today we'll be taking a look at how Cater, Trey, Leona, Rook, Vil, Idia, and Malleus might fuck your brains out to distract you from the fucking everything in your life.

18+ content below the cut. minors, this one isn't for you

all characters (including you) are 18+. established relationships.

In hindsight I don't think this is at all "smutty" enough so I'm sorry!!! But I'm really proud of how each one ends. Might go back and make them smuttier or make a smuttier part two idk but I like how it is rn

🍀

Trey already typically stays up fairly late, what with vice housewarden duties and all, but he's surprised to find you have him beat. When he left you in his room, it was with your promise that you'd be done in a minute. Buy he was gone for a good half hour longer than 'a minute', and there you were, still at his desk, furiously scribbling away with bags under your eyes.

Cute.

You don't even notice when he comes up from behind you to place a small kiss on your cheek.

"I think it's about time for bed, prefect."

"Just a minute."

"That's what you said an hour ago."

That gets you to actually look at the time. You whimper at the hour gone (and little progress made), but brush him off.

"It'll only take a minute."

Trey sighs and shakes his head.

He considers for a second leaving you be, but this is the man who got Riddle away from studying for treats. He's got tricks up his sleeve. Though he is about to use some very different tricks for you.

It starts with his hands on your shoulders. Innocent little rubs to your shoulders. Another kiss to your cheek. A kiss to your jaw. A kiss to your neck... that sweet spot between your neck and shoulder. A nibble.

His hands are moving, too. From your shoulders, to your biceps. Soon he's taking your hand in his, holding it up to his lips.

"Trey--"

"Yes?"

"W-what," You suck in a breath as he leaves another love bite on your neck. "What are you doing?"

He simply hums.

His other hand gets to your thigh.

Your pen is abandoned.

💎

Cater whines your name from his spot on his bed.

"Just a second, Cater."

"But that's what you said an hour ago!"

He has that adorable look in his eyes, and if you'd only look at him!!! he KNOWS he'd have you in his hands.

But you won't, and he doesn't.

He flops back onto the bed with a sigh.

Until he gets an idea.

For a second, one foolish second, you think you have peace. Until you start hearing a quiet but telltale shlick shlick shlick.

His breathing starts to quicken. Then he's oanting. Soon you can hear quiet moans escape his lips.

And you can hear your name as well.

God damn it.

Cater grins as you finally get up from his desk.

🦁

Your stress is stressing Leona out.

He's lounging on his bed while you work on studying for Trein's test. Leona commented that you're taking freshman history, which is "baby stuff" to which you reminded him "I AM LITERALLY NOT FROM THIS WORLD, LEONA." And, to his credit, he did try to tutor you, but Leona is the kind of tutor that only works for certain individuals and you, bless your heart, are not that type.

So he gave up (lazy lion) while you continued to work. But he can basically hear your cogs turning from his spot and it's just not productive for either of you.

So, with a growl, Leona grabs you by the collar, only to start aggressively unbuttoning it.

"Leona-"

"Shut up."

"Leona, I-"

To which you are met with a 'shut up' kiss.

But you're pretty quick to forgive him once he has you on your knees under him.

"You're working too hard, Herbivore." He grunts from over you. "Give that little brain of yours a break and let me do all the work, alright?"

🏹

It's already difficult for you to continue studying when you have Rook whispering all sorts of French terms of endearment into your ear.

He's all over you, trying to coax you away from work and into bed with massages and the aforementioned French nothings.

Nothing.

He sighs, leaning back.

Until a wicked little idea brings a grin to his face.

"Mon amour," He whispers, to which you hum in reply. "I'm going to get a snack." Another hum.

A second later you feel a hand at your pants zipper. You look down to see none other than Rook, of course, hitting you with a closed eyed smile.

👑

Vil had been helping you with your homework. Bit even after he had stopped to get changed for bed, you had kept to it. And now you had vil worried about you. While he respected your gumption, you weren't going to get anything out of staying up all night and worrying yourself. You had used up your productive hours (quite productively, he would like to add) and now it is time for sleep.

He calls your name once.

...

Oh, this will not do.

He stalks over to you. He reaches out with one perfectly manicured hand and traces your jawline.

"Darling," He purrs. "It's time for bed."

"I cant." You reply. "I-"

"Uh, uh, uh, uh." He brings a slender finger to your lips. He takes your chin between his fingers and turns you to look at him.

"It's time for bed." He repeats. "Are you going to behave for me, or am I going to have to show a naughty little spud its place?"

💀

Let's be real, Idia's probably not going to sleep at a reasonable time, but he's also not staying up stewing over homework. If he's gonna have you staying up all night in his room with him it's gonna be—

W-w-w-wait, not like that!!! He was gonna say if you're gonna be staying up all night with him it would be cuz you're playing videos games! That's all!!

Oh, but now he's thinking about it... but you're working... ugh, but it's such beginner knowledge! But you're so focused... you... you wouldn't notice if he–

But you do notice. You do notice the 6 foot tall flaming haired nerd (affectionate) humping against you. It would be harder not to notice.

🐉

Malleus is concerned about his precious child of man. He can see how stressed you are. How hard you work. He wants nothing more than alleviate the troubles plaguing your mind.

And Lilia had a... curious suggestion.

Youre working away within your own dorm room when there's a knock at your door.

Malleus grins down at you.

"May I come in?"

And you say yes.

You worry about your work left upstairs, but you play the role of gracious host and prepare him a cup of tea. He takes a seat.

"You've been troubled recently." He notes.

You sigh. "I've just been stressed with all this work."

"I see." He's silent for a moment. "I dont like seeing you in so much distress." He confesses. "Might I offer my assistance?"

You blink. "Oh, sure. Yes, I'd love that. Thank you." You expect he's going to help you study.

You do not expect, however, for him to press you up against a wall and his lips against yours.

[am-i-interrupting]

hii how are you doing?

so, i have this idea for a silco fic - reader is his assistant and they become close friends, like, even though she’s younger than him, he trusts her and values her opinion. they like discussing books and philosophy and stuff, but silco refuses to believe he’s falling in love (he sees it as weakness ig) . reader starts feeling like her feelings are one sided. idk lots of hurt and drama but with a fluffy end!

Kingpin’s Office

Sevika was laid back on the couch in Silco’s office. From one hand dangled a large bottle of alcohol. Her other was hidden behind her cloak.

Her leg bounced up and down. It’d been a stressful week for everyone. Especially her because it’s been a stressful week for Silco.

Numbers were piling up. They were growing larger and larger and more and more. Silco didn’t have time for the unimportant shit and she wasn’t the best with numbers. Most people in Zaun weren’t.

It wasn’t like there was some education system. No, most of those who did things that topside would use math for just used common sense and trail and error.

That wasn’t possible for things like payroll and equipment costs. This was important but it shouldn’t be taking up Silco’s time and they both knew it.

It’s only now, in the trenches with a storm on the horizon, that Sevika dared open her mouth with a suggestion, “There’s a gal in the Promenade I know. Owned a shoe shop for a while ‘til some enforcer’s wrecked the place and she wasn’t able to pay to get it fixed.”

“Your point?” Silco asked, smoke from his cigar slipping from his lips with the words.

“She’s good with numbers,” Sevika said, getting to the point, “and she’s looking for work.”

Silco paused. He thumbed the corner of the paper in his hands. He brought his cigar towards his mouth and slowly, thoughtfully took a drag. His lower lip curled to his right side as he blew out the smoke.

“Bring her in.”

That’s how you met and were then employed by the Eye of Zaun. At first it was just the numbers. Then your work began to expand. It wasn’t officially but you were given different papers to go over, the ones not so important to be looked over by Silco himself.

It was easy to be intimidated by the man. However, without an official office and Silco still wanting to keep a close eye on you at first, you learned the man wasn’t one who needed to be feared all the time. He certainly had his scary moments, yes, but he also had his softer ones as well.

You noticed little habits within that first month of doing paperwork on the couch. He would tap his cigar once, twice and then twist it to put it out. He enjoyed the sound of ice clicking against glass. He would pick up his cup and empty it just to hear the noise. He wasn’t found of music while he worked but he couldn’t say no to the blue haired girl who would fall in from the rafters.

The first time you met Jinx was an experience.

“I’m busy,” Silco had said causing you to look up but the two of you were the only ones in the room.

You jumped slightly in your seat when a voice responded to him, “Isn’t that what she’s head to fix?”

He took a deep breath. “She is here to look over documents which don’t require my attention. That doesn’t mean I don’t still get busy.”

“Blah, blah, blah. You know what I’m hearing?” the voice asked. “A bunch of big fat excuses.”

Silco didn’t dignify that with a response. He simply let the scribble of his pen answer what he thought about it.

A mere moment before a loud bang sounded through the room, Silco gathered the papers and spun his chair to face the side instead of the desk. A flash of blue and then you saw a young girl, perhaps thirteen or fourteen, sitting on the desk.

She groaned as Silco still focused on the papers in his hand. Her head tilted back and her body followed it to fall. She laid on the desk.

Two braids angled over the side and her bangs followed the pull of gravity. Her eyes looked at you. She smiled and waved. A pen between your fingers, you waved back.

“It’s so quiet in here,” she said.

“Jinx,” the word (which you realized was actually a name) was said in a low, warning tone.

“Yeah, yeah,” she said as she righted herself. She got right in his face. “You’re no fun.”

“Hmm.”

He moved his chair back to its previous position and placed his papers on the table top. Jinx moved to a cabinet and flung it open.

“What kind of music do you like?” she asked, head reared back to look at you.

“Oh, I— I’ll listen to anything,” you said, startled to have the girl’s attention directed towards you.

“Anything,” she repeated with a sly smile coming over her face.

“Jinx,” it was said in that same tone.

“Yeah, yeah.”

Put out on a record regardless of the warnings. It was not what you would expect him to have. It carried a strong bass with a nice tune, guitars and drums, a beautiful singing voice. The track was lovely but rock music instead of the instrumental you assumed he’d have.

You quickly learned that Jinx seemed to be Silco’s soft spot. It was cute. The towering figurehead of the Undercity was wrapped around the finger of a blue haired teenager.

You were now approaching a year of working with Silco now. You had your own office but occasionally (most days) you would end up bringing some of your work into his.

“Ballad put in a request for a raise,” you told him. “What would you like me to do?”

He waved a hand. “Whatever you see fit.”

That was another unexpected thing. Once he realized, about four months in, that you were actually competent, he let you do what your gut told you to. He didn’t question it. He trusted you with it.

He actually began to frequent your office the past few months nearly as much as you frequented his, bringing a piece of paper with him and asking your opinion.

He never simply left after getting that answer. No, he commented about how you decorated the space. This led to talks about all sorts of things.

You learned that he enjoyed to read. He had an entire collection of books, some of which he’d even let you borrow. They were all well taken care of even if the spines were a bit worn.

You noticed they were also mostly from Piltover proper. Upon questioning him about it he said, “If we ever hope for them to take us with an ounce of seriousness and give us the tiniest bit of respect, it’s important to know how to speak like them.”

The two of you had many talks which lasted minutes at the least and hours at the most.

You had learned you rather enjoyed his company and held onto a spark of hope that maybe he enjoyed yours as well.

You gave Ballad that raise they asked for. They deserved it and there was money for it.

You continued on with you work, completely unaware of the eye which kept flickering towards you.

Silco had been feeling things which he hadn’t felt in a long time. It was a warmth in his chest which occasionally spread downward towards his groin. He recognized it as attraction.

He waved it off as though that was all it was. It was simply being attracted to his beautiful employee. A common trope, he supposed, but nothing dangerous.

Recently though, as he’d gotten to know you more and more, that warmth was becoming something softer. If he could run it through his fingers, he knew it would feel like silk.

He was still trying to figure out what this was. He was racking his brain, trying to see if he could remember something like this.

Then, as your lips curled around a word which was left unspoken while you read, he was struck with an urge.

He wanted to kiss you. Not like he’d imagined before where it would be hard and rough, with clothes coming off.

No, he wanted to kiss you.

He wanted to cup your jaw and tilt your head up. The want was to look into your eyes and then pull you close. He yearned to press his lips against yours, soft and lingering.

Were your lips as soft as they looked? Would you make a soft noise? How would your tongue feel teasing against his?

He tore his eyes from you. He looked down at the papers in front of him.

Those sort of thoughts were dangerous.

Dangerous for himself because that would give him something to lose. Jinx was already enough. It was dangerous for you because you would have a target placed upon your back.

This needed to stop.

He put an end to visiting your office. He stopped speaking to you when you visited his unless directly spoken to. He made his words short and curt.

He needed to separate himself from you before he did something he couldn’t take back, not after.

You felt the change. You noticed it instantly. You brushed it off at first. Perhaps he was just having a bad couple of days. However, as it continued on, it couldn’t help but feel personal.

What happened?

You had a rather nice, comfortable relationship with Silco and now it was suddenly upended?

A part of you laughed at yourself. You really thought the niceties would last? You thought you could be important to the kingpin of the Undercity?

How could you be so naive? So utterly stupid?

You took the hints. You began to retreat. You stayed in your office.

It was empty in there. You’d come to have a warmth in the air because you knew once a day, Silco would find his way in. Now it was cold.

“You’re getting harsh on my girl,” Sevika said one day. “Why?”

Silco flipped the page to the other side. “I don’t know what it is you’re talking about, Sevika.”

“Yeah, bullshit,” she said. “You go in her office every day for five months and she’s doing the same thing in yours. Now, all of a sudden, she asks me if she did something wrong and you’re always cooped up in here. You’re telling me you’re not being hard on her?”

Silco continued to ignore Sevika. Even though his pen halted for a moment.

You were worried you had done something wrong? To the point of going to Sevika? His stomach turned.

Sevika walked up to the desk. She placed her hand down on it with enough force his ashtray jumped up.

“Why?” she asked.

He finally dignified her by letting his eyes turn up. “I am her employer, not friend.”

Sevika gritted her teeth before a wide, harsh smile crawled across her face. “Oh, so that’s what this is about,” she said. “Okay.”

Silco raised his right brow.

“You caught feelings,” she stated. “Yeah? Doesn’t give you an excuse to be an ass. Our line of work is dangerous. Doesn’t matter what her relationship is with you, she’s gonna have a target on her back regardless, just like me, just like Ren, just like Jinx.”

His lip twitched slightly at the mention of Jinx. Sevika expected as much. That’s part of why she did it.

“Do us all a favor,” she said as she yanked open the door, “just get this over with and fuck already.”

She didn’t slam the door. She didn’t have a death wish despite what she’s just done. The display left her blood and skin jittery. She needed a smoke.

Nothing changed over the course of the next couple days, other than the fact that Silco was extra snippy with his second in command.

You were supposed to close the door and go back to your office. That had been the script for the past couple weeks. Instead, you took a step into the room and closed the door behind you.

“Should I put in my weeks or wait until you fire me?” you asked.

Silco halted. His pen slipped in his grasp. His eyes turned to you. “Why would I fire you?”

“I don’t know,” you answered. “I’ve been trying to figure it out. Did I overstep? Was it something I did? Something I said? You’ve been avoiding me and I don’t know why.”

“I haven’t been avoiding you,” he said.

“Well, you certainly have been avoiding something then!” you exclaimed. “Is it me? My office? The work I do? I’m confused and I can’t keep doing this. I can’t keep dancing around you without even knowing the steps I’m supposed to take.”

“You don’t need to dance around me.”

“Well it sure feels like it. So am I quitting or are you biting the bullet and firing me?”

“You’re not getting fired. Stop being dramatic.”

“Okay.”

You rocked back and forth on your heels. You wrung your hands in front of your torso. Your jaw clenched and unclenched.

“Then I quit,” you said even though it pained you to do so.

“You’re not quitting,” Silco said.

“Well, why not?”

Silco stood. For the first time in nearly a year, you felt the full effect of the Eye of Zaun. He was imposing and demanded attention.

Maybe you had a death wish though or maybe you were just really stupid because you weren’t scared.

“Because I am not upset with you.”

“Then what are you?”

He rounded the desk. His hand reached for your own. He stopped where your nails had begun to dig into your skin.

His head bowed down. You could feel his breath against your own. His eyes darted down. You wetted your lips. He met your gaze.

He tilted his head. Your eyes began to flutter. For a second you thought. . . But he pulled back. He looked you over once more.

His hand traveled to your elbow. His knuckles grazed your torso. He let them trail down. His hand wrapped around your waist. He used it to guide you closer to him.

Then his lips met yours.

[devildom-moss]

I request…diavolo courting headcanons with an exasperated barbatos sprinkled in

Super late, but I hope you enjoy it. I love when Diavolo causes trouble for Barbatos but Barbs just kind of manages because affection duty. I could probably have done a few more, but I think I got a good chunk of stuff. I put a few MC courting Diavolo at the end since I realized the request wasn't specific that only Diavolo did the courting and because Diavolo is babygirl/babyboy and deserves courting too.

Diavolo courting headcanons

(Diavolo x gn!MC) (SFW)

Diavolo has no idea how he’s supposed to court a human. He’s never courted anyone (except for Lucifer, in his own, naïve, convoluted and lovestruck way – and even then, he didn’t acknowledge it as courting). He’s been courted by a few brave witches and demons, but it didn’t go anywhere, so he doesn’t care to replicate someone else’s failed attempt at courting. Other than that, he’s only read whatever made it into his family’s history. His father didn’t speak about Diavolo’s mother – let alone their courtship. In short, this poor man is lost and scrambling the entire time.

He turns to Barbatos, Lucifer, and Solomon for advice. None of them are keen to help him seduce MC if they already like MC, but Solomon is the only one to actively sabotage Diavolo’s plans on occasion. Solomon has suggested that Diavolo pick one day a week to actively avoid you so you’ll want him more or that he fill your entire room up with balloons in your least favorite color so you can enjoy destroying them or that humans enjoy being watched while they sleep and doing so shows that you will protect them when they’re most vulnerable. Barbatos catches on to his weird plots and attempts to stop him if he’s at risk of troubling you. Barbatos just counts this as another reason to be a bitch to Solomon the next time he sees him.

Eventually, Diavolo decides that the best course of action is to do whatever he can to see that precious smile on your face and just be around you. He may not know what he’s doing, but he knows that nothing in any realm could feel better than when he catches your gaze in his and you smile at him affectionately.

As such, he asks you to accompany him in his study while he does paperwork late into the night. No one else has the privilege of bothering him while he works. Literally. Barbatos doesn’t allow anyone to interrupt Diavolo when he has important work to do. Diavolo sneaks you in when he asks you to keep him company. It’s actually a great environment for reading and studying. He feels more productive having you around (most of the time). Sometimes he’s distracted by his desire for you, and he takes a short break “to refocus.” If his paperwork isn’t confidential and you’re lonely, he’ll let you sit in his lap.

Some nights, Diavolo has so much work that you fall asleep to quiet music, scribbling, and pages turning. When Barbatos comes to deliver tea, only to find you asleep on the couch, he sighs and escorts or just straight up carries you to a spare room to rest. He’ll scold Diavolo in the morning, but he doesn’t put any extra effort to prevent Diavolo from sneaking you in – not after he saw how affectionately and longingly Diavolo stared at you when Barbatos sent you off to bed. Barbatos hates that he has such a soft spot for you both sometimes.

Diavolo doesn’t tell anyone, but once he establishes peace between all three realms, he wants to build an entire city in your honor. It’s one of the dreams that sustains him when he feels like a failure. He has to do this for you.

He wants his love for you written in history books. This man is down so bad, that he needs you to be remembered in the history of the Devildom. If your name died with you, he would tear the Devildom to pieces until every denizen memorized your name. You’re such a comfort in his daunting, stressful life, he needs your beauty to stain the world. This is the only way he can cope with the thought of you dying one day.

Diavolo will open entire public parks and gardens dedicated to you. If you’re shy or don’t want recognition, he does it secretly and only tells you that he opened it in your honor. Unfortunately, he always invites you to the opening ceremony, and anyone who sees the way he looks at you will know that this is all for you. He plants your favorite devildom plants or flowers that blossom in your favorite color. Usually, he includes some kind of water feature (pond, lake, elaborate fountains) or interesting sculpture. Sometimes they’re so romantic that he gets a bit jealous that other couples get to spend more time there with each other than he can with you.

With Solomon’s help, Diavolo imports your favorite human world flower and plants it somewhere hidden in the garden at the Demon Lord’s castle. He will not allow Barbatos to tend to the flowers and takes pride in the fact that he’s the only one keeping that gift to you alive. One time, he suddenly got too sick to leave his bed and couldn’t water the flowers, so he allowed Barbatos to water them. However, he sulked for a week afterwards, and Barbatos couldn’t raise his spirits no matter what he did. It was so troublesome that Barbatos decided the next time Diavolo was too sick to tend to the flowers, he would rather carry Diavolo there or transport him in a wheelchair and help Diavolo water the plants than do it himself.

The prince offers MC a lot of gifts – an excessive amount of gifts. He gives you clothes he thinks would look good on you, cute things (like charms, plushies, cups, etc.), delicious and often expensive food and drinks, and anything you seem to take interest in. This man would give you an entire armory if you wanted it. It gets to the point that it’s overwhelming (and would be uncomfortable for most humans. If you love gifts, you start running out of space to put things). Barbatos has to point out that he makes you uncomfortable if you won’t. (Or if you don’t get uncomfortable, Barbatos notes how cramped/cluttered your room is after delivering one of many gifts and informs Diavolo that he must cut back.) “My Lord, you ought to show some restraint. Certainly, MC will still adore you with a few less presents.”

Diavolo offers you his arm whenever you are walking in the same direction as him at RAD. He loves being your escort. Who else gets to say that the future king walked them to class? You have to understand that you’re special, right? He’ll offer to escort you if he has the time when he sees you around town, too. Diavolo will only stop offering if you ask him to. However, if you ask him to stop because others are being cruel to you due to his special attention, he will give you an option: he can be more secretive about his affection or he can deal with anyone who is cruel to you “in an appropriate manner.” Do not ask him to elaborate.

Speaking of being your escort. Diavolo loves to invite you to fancy parties. It’s a good way to make his intentions clear to you and any of your potential suitors (Suck it, Lucifer). Incidentally, it also sends a message to his own potential suitors (Suck it again, Lucifer). Besides, he wishes to keep you by his side in the future, so he’d like you to get more accustomed to royal affairs. But, mostly, he just likes showing off his beloved.

Diavolo is always the first person to ask for your hand at a dance – even if he didn’t invite you to the party. He’s very formal about it - he even bows to you and kisses your hand. Mephistopheles gives you shit about making Diavolo, of all demons, bow to a human. He’s a bit jealous, and he can’t stand the idea of Diavolo lowering himself or potentially harming his reputation by looking like such a lovestruck fool. (One time, Diavolo overheard this and informed Mephisto, “Ah, but I am a lovestruck fool for MC. Why should I not appear exactly as I am? Is there something unbecoming about me, Mephistopheles?” Mephisto let that shit go real quick.)

If Diavolo sees that you are stressed, upset, having a panic attack, etc, he’ll transform into his demon form and wrap his large wings around you as he holds you until you feel better. He knows he can’t protect you from everything all the time, but in that moment, he wants you to know that he will shield you from the entire world until you feel safe. If you get claustrophobic or this makes you more uncomfortable, it will break his heart a little bit, but he’ll work with you to figure out a better solution. He’ll do anything to make you feel safe and comfortable.

Diavolo spends time planning vacations with you instead of doing work around the holidays – which results in a rather annoyed Barbatos. Consequently, Barbatos forbids you from visiting the castle until Diavolo finishes his work. Diavolo ends up exhausted all week between catching up on his work and trying to plan the perfect vacation, which only frustrates Barbatos further. Eventually, he gets his work done. Barbs can’t even get mad at you because he knows you didn’t ask Diavolo to be so reckless with his time, but if you could find a way to get Diavolo to manage his time better or delegate vacation plans, Barbatos would be grateful beyond words.

MC does not need to do anything official to “court” Diavolo on their end, but any time you get him a gift, it means more than he can express – so long as you actually give it some thought. If it’s a couple’s/matching item, he will be over the moon – gushing over it around anyone who will listen. Every once in a while, Barbatos will consider asking you to avoid giving Diavolo matching presents because if he has to hear about a little acrylic charm for two weeks again, he’s going to use a glamour to make little D. no. 2 look like him and stand in his place.

You can melt Diavolo into a blushing mess if you offer him your hand or arm and escort him anywhere – but especially if you do it when getting out of a car or on the way to a party. If you ask him to dance, even if it’s somewhere secluded, he will feel adored. Whether it’s in front of the entire student body at a RAD party or a random balcony in the Demon Lord’s castle under the moonlight or in his study because a particular song started to play while he was working, he’ll be delighted and take your hand with a chuckle.

The best thing you could do to court Diavolo would be to take his hand and ask to visit either the mausoleum or wherever his father is being kept so that you can declare your affection for Diavolo in front of his ancestors/family. If you compliment him and bring an offering of flowers for his family, he might actually cry. He will never feel more desired than at that moment. If you ask for permission to be with him (although he would be equally happy if you just inform his family that you love him and plan to stay by his side), even if his father rose from his rest or his ancestors rose from the dead to deny you, he would go against them.

[subsystems]

Do you have any tips for system mapping as a polyfragmented system? Every time we've tried to make one we've just gotten overwhelmed by how many parts there are and how much we don't know

Hi anon! I have some advice based off of my own experience. I hope it will work for you (I'm sorry if it doesn't, though). First, I want to stress that it's okay if you can't create a perfect system map. I've never been able to make one that felt 100% correct, and I've tried many times!

Being dissociative can make it quite difficult to understand what's going on internally. You might have a hard time understanding yourself as an individual part, let alone understanding the other parts in your system. On top of that, your system might have some complex inner organization, like subsystems or parts-within-parts. Don't even get me started on how amnesia can make this all even more confusing, too!

So, remember to cut yourself some slack when it comes to system mapping. Your struggles with it are completely understandable!

Tips for System Mapping When Your System is Confusing as Hell

Make your own template.

A lot of pre-made system mapping templates contain things that don't apply to everyone, aren't important to everyone, or not everyone knows enough about their parts to answer. Some designs might not fit how your system functions. So, if pre-made templates don't work for you...don't use them! Try making your own!

When it comes to your own template, I think it's important to be mindful of your current stage of recovery. If you don't know a lot of things about your parts, that's okay -- that's where you're at in your recovery right now. In that case, you probably shouldn't create a template that requires you to write down a ton of information. Allow yourself to include your confusion and questions into your system map!

Think about what you want to keep track of when it comes to your parts. What would be the most useful things for you and your therapist to know? Yours will probably look different but here was the template that I settled on:

Does the part have a name?

Do they feel younger or older than the body?

What are they associated with?

Anything else?

And here's an example of how I would fill this out:

Does the part have a name? I don't think so

Do they feel younger or older than the body? Much younger

What are they associated with? The color yellow, puppies, childhood, abandonment, crying

Anything else? Likes puppies and drawing, sometimes buys candy without our knowing, unsure if this is one part or actually several

Get messy with it.

I understand the desire to have a neat system map. I've always wanted to have a perfect list of all my parts, all the important details about them, maybe organized into some sort of chart too. But these things doesn't always capture the complexities of being dissociative and having parts. Sometimes, you got to get messy.

I feel like the closest I ever came to a system map that felt the most "right" was in my therapist's sand tray. I picked out different figurines to represent my parts, placing some closer together than others. I would also move the sand, making big and low hills beneath and between parts, burying some things, cutting lines around other things. Something like this picture, but way more chaotic:

You can do this at home. You don't even need sand or figurines. You could grab some objects from around the house or outside, print or cut out pictures, grab some paints, scribble on paper, sculpt something out of clay, etc. Pick out something to represent certain parts or feelings or situations. Place them wherever, move them however, just let it kind of unfold naturally. Then take a picture of it and/or write about it (so you don't forget)!

Maybe put the trauma stuff somewhere else.

You'll probably feel tempted to record trauma memories and triggers associated with parts -- but it's probably best to write that stuff down somewhere else! You want your system map to be something that all parts can look at. Try not to jump-scare them with trauma that they may or may not know about yet.

This won't apply to everyone but, in my own experience, including stuff like this in our system map triggered our avoidance. Not only did it make creating the system map harder, it also resulted in some parts destroying/hiding what we wrote as a way to protect themselves and other vulnerable parts.

Aaand that's all I have to say, I think. Good luck with your system mapping, anon! - Sunflower

[gaybananabread]

(Don’t mind the fact I go all out in this, I’m just excited) Hihi! Just noticed TADC in your fandom list soooo can I get grapes, pears, and maybe some mangoes too whilst yer at it with Ler!Kinger and Lee!Pomni? I would like the stomach and the chin to be heavily focused on spots but every other spot is great too! I think Pomni and Kinger have potential to have an adorable dynamic as I hc that Kinger is the circus father figure! Speaking of hcs, I personally think that Pomni would be an adorably ticklish squeaky toy and probably a fighter. Kinger on the other hand, I hc that he is not very ticklish at all! Sure you could get a giggle or two outta him if you try hard enough but that’s it. Sooo yeah! Gotta love ordering stuff! Have a great day and remember, you don’t have to write any of this if you don’t wanna!! Byeee!!!

Fruit(s): Grapes, Pears, Mangoes

GAH! Thank you Anon! Definitely gave me some good bones to work with! Kinger would be the one dad that has the mental stability of a pancake lol. Loved writing for these goobers, your hcs were really fun to work with! Love that you went all out, gives me some awesome ideas! As always, I hope you Enjoy!

Lee: Pomni

Ler: Kinger

Summary: Pomni is having an anxiety attack due to circus craziness. Kinger invites her into his pillow fort to calm down, showing her she can still have a laugh in their insane circumstances.

Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don’t like that, scroll away!!

She couldn’t take it anymore. The constant craziness, being in her new body, unable to really feel anything besides the constant stress of not knowing who the *squawk* she is. Oh yeah. The filter too.

The clown was curled up on the floor of the tent, on the verge of abstraction. The other members of the circus had gone to their rooms to cool down from that day’s “adventure.” 

Caine’s weird NPCs had wreaked havoc on the psyches of the characters, especially Pomni. She had failed the game, gotten hurt and accidentally broke Gangle’s comedy mask. Her mind was a swirling storm of regrets and uncertainty. 

She was so close to being done…

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Kinger looked around, trying to find the newest member. She’d seemed…not okay, after the activity. He wasn’t one to talk, but that had been a bad day for everyone, and he felt stable enough to help out. What he saw made his heart sink; Pomni, curled up behind some giant building blocks, small black and glitchy particles hovering around her.

He quickly shuffled over to her, wrapping two floating hands around her shoulders and squeezing her close to him. “P-Pomni! It’s okay, you’re okay! Try to take some deep breaths…”

The girl tried to breathe, the warm embrace bringing her back to…wherever they were. She was far from better, but the particles had faded. Her pupils were still detached scribbles, though.

“Here, let me just..” Kinger carefully lifted her up, carrying her towards his fort, “get you somewhere calmer.” He pushed the pillow aside, ducking and setting her down on one of the cushions.

Pomni took a few shaky breaths, her eyes flicking back and forth between the twisting scribbles and her pinwheels. She had almost…oh *honk*. 

The royal piece rubbed her shoulders, trying to calm the girl down. “It’s okay, Pomni. Just breathe. You’re doing great.” His voice was softer than normal, more paternal. It helped.

“S-sorry…I k-kinda freaked…” She sounded so guilty…that wasn’t gonna slide. “Pomni, you’re fine. Everyone has bad days. I know I do.”

Pomni forced a smile, but it was clear she was still upset. Kinger tried to cheer her up, poking her side to get her attention. He didn’t expect the shocked, strangled squeak he got in response. The knee-jerk reaction was to check for injuries, but things clicked when he saw the blush on her cheeks. “Oh. You’re ticklish.”

She had enough awareness to try and run. Kinger quickly scooped her up, trapping her in a reverse hug with her small back against his chest. “Of all the bugs in my collection, I have to say there’s a favorite. Can you guess?” One hand held her shoulders, while the other traced her belly. “It’s the Tickle Bug!”

Pomni smacked at his hands, thrashing and flailing in his hold. She was a squeaky, giggly mess in seconds. It was light tickling, but she was stupidly ticklish. “K-Kihihinger! GYEEhehehe! Nohoho!”

He chuckled at the adorable sounds, looking at her eyes. The scribbles are gone, her multi-colored eyes back and wide with surprise. “Hmm, no, these work pretty well. You need a little help calming down, and laughter is the best medicine.”

Trying something, he moved his free hand to gently scribble under her chin. Pomni’s thrashing calmed way down, her giggles getting even squeakier. It was clear her chin was a melt spot, her eyes closing. Kinger cooed and kept up the tracing. “Aww, Pomni, do you like this spot?”

She whined through the giggles, but didn’t deny it. Even with her pride on the line, she wouldn’t tell that obvious of a lie. “Kihihihinger! Ihihihit tihickles!” 

“It’s supposed to, silly. Tickle Bug, remember?” He added more stomach tickles to the mix, gently scribbling where her belly button would be. She squealed, belly laughter slipping into the giggle fit. “KihihHIHIngeher! NYAHAHAhoho!” The thrashing was back, though it was more frantic than anything. She was caught between wanting to melt into the chin tickles and writhe from the belly scratches.

While it was adorable to see her like that, he was only tickling her to cheer her up. The silly chaos she was in, while cute, wasn’t the goal. He stopped, one finger still tracing under her chin as he hugged her. “Feeling any better?”

Pomni continued to giggle softly, but nodded. Without him, who knows what would have happened. “Uh-uhuhum, yeah. Thahanks, Kihinger…”

“No problem, friend. If you ever feel like that again, just come in the fort. I’ve got your back.” He released her from the hug, his eyes squinted in a smile. While he wasn’t any more sane than the rest of them, he tried his best to help out. It was nice.

Pomni hugged him one last time before ducking out of the pillow fort, a smile still on her face. The creeping dread wasn’t completely gone, but it had subsided. She felt like she could genuinely smile for a bit. That…that was enough, for her anyway. She could get through it with her new friends by her side. Just another day in the circus…

[icarustypicalfall]

HOW TO GET A+

★ new series ★ p1

ello :)

let's get straight to the point, we all hate those intros of twenty pages. Note that what works for me and others may not work for you, and by those advices I am simply helping you, not obliging you to do them. 🫶🏻

why would we accept an 80% when we can get an 90% working hard is tough and boring but it pays off 🫶🏻

★

1- KNOW WHAT YOU ARE STUDYING

Many people walk in class not knowing what it is about. But that's completely understandable, since many forget or neglect studying at home. You should know what your last lesson was about, and have a sum up and notes aside to remember.

★ Write down on the book, paper, sticky note what you studied in that class, so next time you wouldn't have to go through multiple pages and know exactly the key points.

2- LOVE WHAT YOU ARE STUDYING

I see you scoffing there, but it's actually proved that loving the subject makes studying it easier. I know some subjects are difficult and boring and it's impossible to love it; that's all right. It's not an obligation, nor a rule.

But!!!

You need to love the subject to succeed in it. Dive in it, link it with things that interest you.

3- OTHERS OTHERS OTHERS

Don't bring yourself down by comparing to other people. You might be better than them in a specific subject that they are probably struggling in it. Which is extremely common. Instead, say that what others are capable of learning and understanding, you are capable of as well. Positive comparison that brings the best in you and pushes you to do best.

★Mutual help, helping them and letting them help you will make a huge difference; you can gain a friend and be better in a subject :)

4- MR. X IS THE WORST

About Teachers\ Professors, they were a student too. Hating them wouldn't make any difference. Instead, try to know your teacher.

TEACHER'S PET IS A BIG NO COME ON >:(

This person will guide you for at least a year. You need to know them, and I don't mean by this pull a Sherlock Holmes on them.

★Look at what your teachers love, hate, their charachter, their beliefs. This usually helps in knowing what they'll aim in in an exam, what they'll expect from you in class, how often they'll ask you questions, etc...

★Knowing the minimum about them will prevent you from giving a bad impression.

(Eg) If you know that your teacher's dead husband name is Jo, don't use the name Jo ever in your essays. EVER. (there is some exceptions where they hate their partner so they probably wouldn't mind)

(This is me being silly but still names in essays\essays in general are extremely important, they'll show how dedicated or how seriously you are taking the subject)

★Being polite will give a good impression ★If they like a specific thing, don't try to hate or argue about it. Let them be.

★They are humans, be nice to those people for the love of god.

5- MY PHONE WHERE IS MY PHONE

You are addicted don't deny that. I got you.

*Stay Free* is an application that can help you use your phone less. It's super easy and helpful.

★Put your phone in don't disturb mode or simply turn off the notifications till you finish studying.

★Keep it out of reach and don't use it between breaks.

6- NOTES

Teachers won't put everything on the board, you need to take notes in class. It's up to you how to, just make it clear and pretty.

★Scribble down and when you are home review the whole lesson and your notes and rewrite them neetly.

7- ORGANIZE YOUR SPACE

An organized desk will make you less stressed, limit the distractions, help you focus.

★ Keep the stuff you need close to not lose attention.

8- LA MUSIQUE MON AMOUR

Everyone is different, if you can focus while listening to Metal, you're a hero and I admire you.

Calm music helps in reliving the stress and with the flow of informations.

★Music with lyrics can be distracting sometimes, I'd personally advise listening to Lofi, Jazz, nature noises (becah waves, rain, violin with rain, thunder, birds..)

There are plenty of episodes on Spotify\Youtube to help you focus.

9- WHY IT IS 4 AM?!

Waking up early is better when it comes to studying. You can focues better, less noise, less distractions.

10- ONE HOUR OH MY GOD

To get better grades, you'll need to study, lots. But studying smartly will take a few moments. And including it in your daily habits will give better effects.

★keep a reminder for the same time everyday, reread your notes\ flashcards

★If you can't stay focused for an hour straight, divide the study session to x minutes in the morning and x minutes in the evening\night.

★Keep a list\planner\ app to track your daily tasks and to not forget them.

11- LIBRARY OHHH

Studying in the library is superior, no further explanation.

12- GOALS

You can't study if you don't have a goal. What motives you to get up everyday and study for hours? This goal is important, it'll push you into studying when you're unmotivated. Achieving it is what you work for, so keep it up.

★if you're lost, don't have a goal..

think of small stuff. Picture your dream life, write it down and stick it to your wall

13- LOTS OF BOOKS MWAHA

books, lots of books, everywhere.

MUSTS:

The best apps I use for organizing:

Forest: helps you focus for x minutes

Notein: notes\reminders\to do list

School Planner: The best one out there, litterly the best

Flashcards: makes easy flashcards and quizzes

Dictionary for every language you are studying

Google translate: Not very accurate but you can download the languages and then translate offline

Text Snap: makes from the notes a pdf\ written text a scanned text taht i can edit on my phone

Notion: No clue how it works but still lots of stuff to use

(credits to owners of pics)

hope those help i have no clue what i wrote

[sadie-bug345]

could you please do greasers handwriting/spelling hcs🙏🙏💗 (like how legible it is)

YESSS ofc pooks🥰🥰

ponyboy:

guy has font handwriting

like he could write a hundred of one letter and theyre all identical

doesnt mean its perfect though

unironically gives comic sans😭

very legible

but not crazy neat

kinda switches between cursive and print way too often

8/10

johnny:

small letters, close together but he really digs into the paper when he writes

like he CARVES stuff in there LMAO

honestly writes pretty slowly and carefully

kinda messy ngl

6/10 when he’s stressed his writing gets WAY worse

sodapop:

actually really good

like you assume it’s ass but it’s surprisingly legible and neat

no one really knows where it came from, cause we sure as hell know he ain’t going to school😭🤓☝️

secretly takes a lot of pride in it

signature eats fs

10/10

darry:

all capital letters😭😭

my dad writes like this so that’s the inspiration

letters really spaced out too

so it’s like neat but also somehow really confusing to read💀💀

also his sentences in general are really practical and simple so it def takes a second to just understand what my guy is talking about LMAOO

5/10 try SOME curves in your letters pls

dally:

now i wouldn’t say serial killer but-

/j

ok so its bad, we all know this, but you just gotta get used to it

all his letters and words blend together but he also skips every other line so it’s just so confusing to look at

why are you double spacing my boy😭

pretty curly letters just cause it’s faster to write like that for him

if you just glance at his paper it looks like ancient runes or smth but once you look at it longer, you make stuff out

4/10 what in the modern art💀

two-bit:

messy and couldn’t give a fuck

he the type to get a homework assignment and just scribble random lines and swooshes just so the teacher thinks he wrote a lot and just give him an A cause i mean, it’s keith

meanwhile in math his problems are all spaced out perfectly like DAMN OK SHOW YOUR WORK TWO BIT

2/10 please get this guy some help🥰

steve:

actually ass oml

like his handwriting hasn’t evolved since first grade

he writes at font pt. 36 too like just HUGE

tone it down my guy please😭

he the type to go thru all the trouble to pass you a note in class and then you look at it and you’re just like “what the fuck is this🧍‍♀️”

1/10 rip to his nonexistent teachers

ANYWAYS TYSM FOR REQUESTINGGG

[harryssattelitestomper]

Adore You💘

My Masterlist

A/N: The third part of The Fine Line - series!

Warnings: Maybe some cursing. Fluff.

Wordcount: 623

in which, Harry has never been happier.

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"Bye baby, have fun!", you wished Harry as he picked up the lunch you made him to take with and left to go to the studio. He was going to go work on some new lyrics he'd been stuck on with Tom and some other people.

That gave you the time to get some work done and go to the grocery store to pick up some things for the dinner you planned for tonight.

Harry had been really stressed because he was having a major writing slump he just couldn't get pass. So you thought making his favorite dinner would take some of the baggage off of his shoulders.

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It was nearing four pm and you had finally finished your work. So you had time to head to the grocery store to get a few things you needed for dinner.

You took your purse and your keys and headed to your car. Playing some Fleetwood Mac, you drove to the store.

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The trip to the grocery store only took you about a half an hour so you had more than enough time to prepare dinner. You decided to make a creamy pasta that was one of Harry's favorites.

The pasta was almost done when Harry sent you a message saying he was on his way home. After you quickly answered him to drive safe, you finished up the pasta and poured some wine to the glasses.

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"Lovie, I'm home!", Harry yelled out as he was taking hi shoes off. He had had an awful time at the studio, nothing going well; the coffee was out, one of his friends was sick and the lyrics he had wrote were complete shit - he just wanted to go home and see you.

As he put down his stuff and made his way through your shared home, the smell of a home cooked meal filled his nostrils. The smell making him immediately feel more at ease.

"Hi baby.", you said to him as he walked past the kitchen enterance and towards you, wrapping you in a tight hug.

His face smushed in between your shoulder and neck, he mumbled "Smells good." "Good, I made your favorite. Figured you've been so stressed and wanted to do something nice for you" you huffed out a laugh as you removed yourself from his warm embrace and led him to the dining table.

Harry didn't think he could love you any more. He couldn't help but think what he'd done in his life to deserve to have someone like you to love him the way you do.

As he slowly made him way down to sit on the chair, he looked at you with so much love in his heart it almost burned it through.

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Harry woke up the next morning turning to his left side to face you, admiring your peaceful face as you slept. Sometimes he couldn't believe his luck. He had you; someone who loved his family as if they were her own, who always went the extra mile to make him smile, and most importantly, someone who loved him for him, someone who loved him unconditionally.

And he came to the realization that he would do anything for you, including walking through fire.

As he was in his own bubble of thought, sudden inspiration hit him. It was like a light bulb just went on, on top of his head.

He quietly got out of bed, as to not wake you. And quickly made his way through the house and into his homestudio. Taking out his notebook and swiftly scribbling down the lyrics that came to his mind.

'I'd walk through fire for you Just let me adore you Like it's the only thing I'll ever do'

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A/N: I'll try to make the next parts longer. But everytime I feel like I'm just rambling and there's no story behind it.😫

[vickyvicarious]

So while Seward is not hearing the whoosh sound over his head and thinks that Mina's good health at Noon is Good News, and reacts to Jonathan's behavior with a descriptive fantasy of him cutting vampire head off, what do we think about Van Helsing? Does he clock that this is all worrying?

kjflsdfjsl yeah, let's leave Jack to his fantasy hour and talk business, shall we?

I just was thinking about this a moment ago for the last ask I answered. We know everyone's read at least up through around the end of September, and that Van Helsing went off to study all the documents before their big meeting on the 30th. Which makes sense, he'd been out of the country and hadn't gotten to read Jack's account at all until then. But I also think he would definitely be one to keep returning to the collected stuff, studying it over and looking for what information from his outside research is supported by other points, or possible important details he may have missed before.... I suspect the Professor's copy of Dracula Daily is full of scribbles. Ye Olde Victorian sticky notes and highlighter equivalent, lots of bookmarks, et cetera.

And while Jonathan and Mina gathered up everything until 4 October, and the meeting on the 5th was written up specifically to keep a record (as well as the 11th and Jack's latest entries), I'm not sure if they shared all of it with everyone else. Like, Jonathan's journal on 3 October has some stuff that would certainly provoke a raised eyebrow at the least. And Jack's last couple entries have private conversations between the doctors which aren't meant for other eyes. That said, I don't feel like the suitor squad (including Jack) would be seeking out/rereading the documentation anyway. They've got time to kill but they also know the basics of vampires by now and have a plan in motion, and a lot of the account is extremely emotionally devastating, so I could easily see them all avoiding it. If anyone other than the Harkers has read as much, I'd say it would be Van Helsing. This could mean that he is very aware of the possible danger from Jonathan should things with Mina not go smoothly, and isn't mentioning it because he doesn't want to sow discord/knows Jack wouldn't be able to keep calm and quiet about it if he realized.

And a similar thing could easily be going on here with Mina. I think if Van Helsing recognizes the suspicious timing, and other signs like today's fog, he may be keeping quiet about it until he can speak more confidently about what they mean. That's certainly something he has done in the past! And if he is aware that Jonathan is super tense and ready to protect Mina then holding off on saying anything to contradict Mina's current not-actively-harmful behavior (all she's done is get a bit worked up then sleep, all she's said is that the ship is still moving on the water) and suggest she is possessed or lying... well, it could make sense. He has zero proof to contradict Mina or evidence to ensure she was affected - just reason to suspect. And there isn't really anything actionable about it if he does bring it up. They could stop hypnotizing Mina, but that would just be depriving themselves of a bit more information. She's already being left out of all discussion. They can't hunt down the ship any more than they already are, and Arthur's network of informants is still there to act as confirmation wherever it may be. There's not really a benefit to mentioning any suspicions he has right now; all it would do is add stress to a situation they want to keep as calm as possible.

He's been exchanging significant looks with Jack, though. And maybe he thinks that Dr. Seward is also aware of the nuance here, and is expecting that to go into the record he wants him to keep (if so it wouldn't be the first time that he expected him to make further connections than he did). Maybe not. All we hear of him in private is that he was worried over her noon lethargy. Perhaps his agreement that the sleep was good for her was a conversation happening in front of others who he didn't want to tell everything just yet. Or even if it was private with Jack, that was still more to him keeping mum on his own suspicions for now.

[nerdnag]

How is your work situation? Still improving?

Yes!!

Well. The main thing that fucked me up is still improving, at least! The coworker who used to be really negative toward me has been nice recently, and I suspect it may be because my new boss has talked to her about it (which I have to assume she has done). The new boss and I have an excellent relationship and we think alike on all the most important stuff. Also a lot of the things I had to do in the past year are now no longer my responsibility which is a huge relief.

However. I may be a tiny bit--ok large bit swamped right now.

See, for the past half year or so I have been working on developing an IT platform for our clients which will replace our old one. (I have built it within another software, so don't go thinking I'm a pro software developer or anything, I've just played with lego basically...) Although some of my coworkers have gotten involved in the later stages, I'm still the main project owner, and I'm the only one who fully knows how everything works.

We have a little over 100 clients to move from the old platform to the new one, it takes somewhere between 1-2 hours minimum to move one of them (as well as 1 hour more for some extra polish), and we might lose access to the old platform on Sept 1st because of... reasons. So we need to move as many as we can before then.

Also I've been stressing around in the past week trying to write the manuscript for/edit informative videos about the new platform (and if it hadn't been for the fact that my partner happens to love recording voice stuff and is also good at it then I might have had to fully record the videos as well, but thank god my boss allowed me to bring in my partner to do it instead, so now I only have to write the script, record the moving pictures and edit the videos together), all while scribbling together a manual for the clients (which I'm giving almost the exact same content as the script for the videos because fuck it) and moving the very first client to the new platform two days ago, while writing an internal manual for my other coworkers who are involved in the project as for how to move a client, and struggling to fix last-second bugs, and tomorrow I'm live-showing all our co-workers who have not been involved so far how to use the new platform, and on Tuesday I'm doing the same for our clients, and... And...

And next week I'm starting up a new client (who will take up 50% of my time until december) while juggling another client (on 25%), and who knows what unexpected issues may occur with the new platform in the meantime, not to mention all the other more sporadic clients which I have barely had time for in the past year, and other internal company stuff I need to do...

... Ok I'm a huge bit swamped.

But tbh I'm much rather swamped as in "too much to do" than treated badly by coworkers. And things will improve in a few months.

(Besides it's partly my own fault anyway that it's this stressful right now, because I've known for over a year that we had the Sept 1st deadline, but because I was swamped by other things and felt horrible at work most of the time and because my adhd happens to thrive on short deadlines, I delayed the project until I basically couldn't delay it any more. I mean, it's not only my fault. It's just. I can't really duck away from all the blame, you know.)

But yes! Things are improving for sure ^_^

[herrscherofmagic]

I think I might take a break from making fanart for some time; or at least, I'll try and make it less of a priority.

This thought came to me just now, and while I don't really have a concrete plan or process in mind I figured I might as well share it anyways

Of course, I do intend to still make fanart soon, and I still have an insane amount of ideas on future projects. Just take a quick glance at that project overview thingy I posted a while back, and you'd see just how much I still have to do!

But honestly, art has been really stressful for me recently. Not because of art itself, not because drawing is difficult. It's just that I'm dealing with a lot of anxiety, exhaustion, and stress from other life stuff, and I already have really low self-esteem when it comes to my art, so trying to force myself to work on these various fanart WIPs hasn't been helping at all.

So I think I want to experiment a bit and start posting more of my practice work. Gesture drawings, studies, anatomy notes, scribbles, and whatever else comes to mind. I want to try and do more with drawing from life both with pen and with pencil, too.

One of my biggest issues is that it's incredibly difficult for me to focus and commit on anything. This isn't an art issue, this is an issue I have with nearly everything in my life. So I can't really "solve" it, I just have to mitigate it to the best of my ability.

Recently, I think what's been giving me the most trouble with art is that I struggle with line quality and mark-making. I'm starting to understand anatomy more, I've gotten decent at gesture, I'm even taking a live drawing class as part of my college studies; but none of these things matter if I can't even move the pen(cil) across the paper or screen to make the mark I need to convey form, shape, value, and so on.

I'm also not just talking about lineart in the sense you usually think of, like in manga as one example. This is about all sorts of marks, whether it's using a brush to show value on the side of an object, or making lines to show the position & orientation of a limb.

I tend to draw really quickly and roughly, basically drawing at the same speed that I think- which is way too fast. Sometimes it's good to draw quickly like that, but I'm running into an issue where I'm spending upwards of one hour on rough sketching and "planning" when I should be taking less than 30 minutes on that, and using the rest of the time to actually draw the damn thing T_T

And because I rarely get to that later stage in the drawing, I've constantly hit roadblocks with my more complex works because I have so little experience there. That disconnect between my ideas and execution is really demoralizing, but I don't think I realized what the exact issue was until these past few weeks...

Instead of trying to worry about these large illustrations or comics and whatnot, I think I want to try and focus on some drawings that will help me really figure out my mark-making. Things like drawing a scene from life, such as plants or buildings or people on the street. Drawing more studies of clothed people instead of only doing anatomy. Drawing 3D forms in simple perspective, and then repeatedly adding more onto these forms to try and add complexity without muddying up the drawing with inconsistent and shoddy linework.

I've always wanted to add those kinds of drawings to my social media, but my ideas for fanart fill my mind 24/7 and I've been trying so hard to realize these ideas- and failing miserably. At the rate that I'm going, we're gonna experience the heat death of the universe before I reach a level of artistic skill that would actually let me make a living and survive off of my work. So I need to seriously address these concepts, and I need to (mostly) detach it from my fanwork so I don't get too emotionally attached to the countless shitty drawings I'll be making >.>

So I'll try and worry less about making all these cool fanarts and instead pick a single or handful of simpler fanarts to seriously work on, and surround those few works with lots of other practice that will help me build the skills I need to execute these ideas.

I also think I'm going to go back to writing more fan fiction in the meantime, since my writing skills are pretty well developed; far more than my drawing, at least. So I can try to present more of my fan ideas through writing instead of only through art, that way I can still share these thoughts with the world.

Plus I have some ideas that can help combine my fanfics with simple fanart in the form of illustrations- like one or two drawings per chapter of a fic, for example. Not full scenes with lots of detail- rather they'd be simple drawings with more rough linework and simple shading, which focus on conveying a key idea of the text instead of trying to convey all the meaning within the artwork itself. Like if a chapter introduces a new character, then having an illustration of said character in a simple scene. That kind of thing!

No clue where this'll take me, but hopefully it'll at least let me continue to improve my art skills without feeling miserable, while also giving me time to catch up on other work that I've been neglecting, including some huge life stuff I need to sort out if I want any chance of surviving on my own once I graduate.

I'll still have a lot of stress and anxiety from other places, but I want to at least take art and transform it into something I can do for fun and to relax, instead of being stressed by my art because of the pressure to make things "look good" instead of building up the skills I need to do that in the first place. If I can learn to enjoy making art, that'll go a long way in helping me get to a better frame of mind ^.^

[koodless]

Some headcanons/ robot master anatomy because I like to think about how they might function. Also some extra stuff of me rambling about certain RMs/ Protoman just off the top of my head. There's a lot of yapping so putting a read more button down :]

In one of my scribbles, I mentioned how Protoman has busted optics when dealing with fights or getting hurt, and that goes the same for others. There are three functions the eyes can do; regular, sleep, and stress.

Regular is just regular function, the eyes moving and behaving normally (correctly dilated pupils, normal movement)

Sleep is when they are in a recharge state. Upon closing their eyes when recharging or shutting down, the black pupil in their eye will grow bigger, til their eyes are completely black. In Sleep state, it's normal as their eyelids close, but it may look creepy when they just stare with insanely black eyes.

Stress/ damage; since the eyes are made to have a liquid in them to act upon the wake and sleep state of the robot, they can be affected if damaged. Results can show cracks or even leaks if the eyes or head is damage in a certain way. If this happens then the Robots have to get fixed lest their eyesight is worse (cough Proto avoids maintenance cough)

I like to think that the Robot Masters can dream in their sleep. This can be in a recharge state, however, their dreams are most often made up of their memory banks of things they have saved. It can be important information from when they first awoke, to things they may save to remember things or just in general. There might be moments where they have deja vu when in reality they just dreamt the day again.

This goes for Robot's having nightmares as well. If a Robot has a particular memory they need to delete or relay over, it depends on what the contents of the memory may have. They're welcome to keep it if it's a happy memory. If it's a bad memory or one that causes stress, fear or trauma to a robot master then it can be harder to delete. It can glitch and resurface, as part of the robot dealing with the horror again. Robot Masters will have trouble dealing either such memories if they occur through their recharge state or in general.

Examples could be that the RM may remember being under Wilys control and harming others, (e.i. had an idea for Fireman having a bad dream about himself attacking Rock when he was under Wily's control (the flame of justice was tampered with that day, he felt so bad about it), and Elec sharing that he had the same nightmare too. Also personal headcanon of Elec being the leader of their team, and he has bad dreams of losing them permanently, one about Fire Man in particular but that's another time for me to yap about)

(oh god the worker machine that's built to work dangerous jobs is traumatized now!)

I like to think of animal nature's of some robots (i.e. Crash Man, Snake Man, MM2 line etc) and them acting on it. Like Crash being birdlike, but being one of those big menacing birds and staring Megaman or someone down from afar. Like a giant vulture staring before jumping off to fight. Snake Man, his helmet to me can be flexible. Since he works underground and crawls between spaces, I feel like it can close on his face to protect him, as well as act as a large head to see out through. if he gets upset or close to something, can actually unhinge his jaw. His helmet can be flexible and he can snap at something in an instant rather than just sit behind his helmet as protection. He looks like the sandworm from Beetlejuice with one head already in a maw. The same thing applies to the other robots that Wily made, they are more terrifying in the sense of trying to understand something and approach it cautiously before striking.

Me when an inorganic thing imitating an animal acts like animal

Also, those that have powers, like Magnet Man, could have them affected through emotions without knowing. I like to imagine Magent listens to music, and as he does, things move around him, or he dances and things just move as he's excited. Or when he's upset, metal objects shake and scrape as he's angry.

The MM2 line is TALL. No questions they are TALL and menacing. That’s why when I imagine Protoman going to Wily after leaving Light, since his core is reactive, he tries to “fix” his model. His model used to be a bit taller and bigger than Rocks, more stocker as Light was trying to figure out how to mimic a robot to human anatomy and for combat (of course in turn to Joe robots). Wily in turn, changes around his core and model to both roughly protect and sharpen his model, making it more reserved for combat and movement, even as there are lots of pieces Protoman gets banged up.

Elec Man, since he deals with electrical all day and is his purpose, gets overwhelmed from hearing that kind of power everyday. He hears it at work all around him, at home, and in other robots too. Like a constant humming, vibration that changes or varies

[weisskunigin]

"We can start with hours," she decided. "Obviously we can't expect you to be on call twenty four hours a day. Pokemon need time to relax and stuff! So...." She squinted at Lord Baby for a moment thoughtfully.

"Weekdays? Though I suppose there may be times when duty as Champion interferes, so we can work around that as needed. Just give us a heads up when something comes up. We usually film on weekdays, between eleven am and five pm. Unless we need a night scene, then we film after dark but that's something that'll be communicated during the filming process so you won't be surprised with it. So being available say... Monday through Friday. You don't necessarily have to be on set while Lord Baby's working, but you can if you like. Or you can sign authority to the Agency and we'll function as his temporary trainer during work hours only. That'll allow us to do things like bring him to a Center in case of emergency without having to wait for you. You'll be contacted as soon as possible in those cases, of course. We won't have authority over him once he's left set."

White scribbled some notes on the contract she'd pulled out.

"This is the daily salary for any of our employees, and these numbers here are overtime compensation. And this line here details exactly what sort of benefits Lord Baby gets as an employee, and which of them applies to you as his trainer. We cover all travel costs involved for both our pokemon actors and their trainers–this is our list of approved hotels for travel! All five star of course, because our actors deserve only the best, so they've all been vetted and have very good reviews. Any medical expenses we'll also cover, because health is one of our priorities! And to that end, we also offer vouchers, gift cards and reimbursement plans for things like pokemon spa visits, or other downtime activities that your pokemon enjoys. That's to ensure that all of our actors are as stress free as possible, of course."

“… contract? Work hours? Benifits?”

That’s … huh! Okay. Ree didn’t expect to have any of that at all. Sure, they know payment is to be expected, but all that other stuff comes as a surprise.

“Well, okay.” Lord Baby is throwing the blocks, now, excitedly showing off his talent, “I dunno nothin about that kinda stuff though. I think maybe I signed some stuff when I became champ but …”

[planesgobrrrrrrrrr]

Come Back Down (B.r.B) (2/3)

Bradley ‘rooster’ Bradshaw x fem!medic!reader (medic! breifly mentioned)

summary: the wedding morning (i am giggling and swinging my feet as i write this)

warnings: mildly suggestive bits?, fluff fluff fluff, Hannix if you squint because my babies never stop bickering, but they manage to agree on wedding stuff because they love you (shut up I know I'm so fucking soft for them) mavdad makes an appearence, please enjoy this I love validation :)

Part 1 

Part 2 

Part 3  (comin soon)

Rooster had barely made it onto the carrier when Phoenix had immediately spotted the band on his left hand and ever the work-wife was on him in seconds, dragging Bob behind her down the hall to the below deck common room. 

“Bradley Bradshaw, is that what I think it is” 

He smiled down at her, blush already rising up his neck “good morning to you too Natasha”

He drops down onto one of the couches, dropping his bag between his legs.

Phoenix was throwing herself down next to him and snatching up his hand as he tried to reach for his coffee. 

“Guys.” Phoenix wielded up roosters hand as if it wasn't attached to his body, the rest of the dagger team looked up from what they were doing. 

“Roosters hitched!” she shouts, still flailing around his hand and all he could do was laugh as the rest of his body got jostled with it. 

“No shit!” 

“For real!?”

Rooster can feel his cheeks getting warm as he answers the questions his eager teammates throw at him.

Rooster was glad that his rendition of what had occurred the night before had allowed a light atmosphere to fall over the aviators, even if that meant taking the playful ribbing in stride because he got proposed to. 

—-

Back in your bed, sleep didn't come once Bradley had bid you goodbye and you huff, sitting up in bed and reaching down to slip on one of his discarded shirts. 

You had the evening shift today, leaving you with almost 6 hours to burn before you had to get on base. The smell of the baggy uva shirt set the coil in your stomach at ease as you made your way into the kitchen to start your morning 

You already felt like crying again when you reached for the coffee machine, it was still half full and warm from Bradley, and saw a little blue sticky note stuck on the top of the machine.

Clearly scribbled out quickly 

Don't be a grump at work, I love you  - your husband 

You could imagine the shit eating grin on his face when he wrote that last part.

“That dumbass” you shook your head and went about making your ‘milk with a little bit of coffee’ 

That Bradley teased you about endlessly. 

With your phone never leaving your hand and the ringer on full volume you make a small breakfast, nursing your coffee and humming along to music that wasn't there as you did so.

—

Work was slow, maybe it was for the best as a stressful day might have made you explode into hysterics or at least a very exasperated yelling fit. But a con of that was it gave you hours to sit alone with your thoughts, you found yourself staring blankly at the exam room walls, hands trembling when they should have been smoothly writing out notes and prescriptions like any other day.

45 minutes, and then at least you could be stressed out in the comfort of your home in one of roosters' shirts.                                                                                  “Hey doc?” 

Your pencil cracks quietly as you snap your head up “yes Miranda” you breathe out, straightening up in your chair.

“We have a call for you upfront, a uh-” she looks down at her little clipboard “-Trace” 

You throw yourself up out of the chair, ignoring how hard it rolls back into the wall as you breeze to the reception desk. 

“Line 4 doc” 

You shoot the man behind the desk a tight lipped smile 

“Hello?” 

“Nat, please don't tell me-” you stammer out

“He’s okay, breathe” she says calmly on the other side of the line

Your body sags against the counter, and you drop your forehead to the cool enamel 

“Is he okay okay, or just alive” the fact that he wasn't somewhere in a burning pile of airplane debris was good enough but you had to know.

“He's alive, just out cold from the adrenaline fallout” 

“Okay” 

“Are you sure you want to marry this heathen? he snores like an 18-wheeler” nat huffs

You smile, palming away the tears that misted your cheeks “yes, very much so” 

“Well we’re set to be docking by midnight” she says definitively, but her voice is still gentle through the line. 

“Thank you Nat, I felt like I was going to explode waiting” you chuckle quietly 

“Bradley definitely warned us”

“oh god” you groan 

“Its all good! All good stuff, i swear.” 

“If you say so, -” you catch a glimpse of your watch, shit “I have to go, keep an eye on my boy for me?”

“Yes ma'am, with pleasure” she jokes lightly, the dial tone soon follows it.

------

Bradley busted through the door, you leaped from the couch and skipped what should have been multiple strides to jump straight into his open arms 

“You're home, you're safe” you gasp into his neck, already wetting it with tears

“I am honey, I'm right here” he shudders lightly in your grasp, holding you to him with his unoccupied arm, he throws his bag to the side and kicks the front door closed behind him. 

You pull back enough to look at him, noses brushing as he pulls you up to wrap your legs around his waist. 

“What can I do?” He stares at you like you had hung the moon and stars, gently wiping your tears.

“I have my husband, right here, in front of me-” you press your lips to his “-i don't need anything else”

He walks you further into the house, sitting down on the couch and taking you with him 

“Now, Mrs. Bradshaw” he drawls, brushing hair out of your face and behind your ears 

“Yes mr Bradshaw” you blush at the sentiment, leaning into his touch

“I kept up my end of the deal, now we have a wedding to plan” he starts nipping and peppering kisses down your jaw. 

“Yes, we definitely do” you hum, melting into his grasp.

------

“Honey!” you hear Bradley cry out

You drop your makeup brush to the counter and peek out into the master bedroom from the ensuite “Yes roo?”

“I think my buttons are uneven” he huffs turning around to face you, you could have melted into a puddle right then and there, he looked adorable, cheeks flushed, hair jostled and buttons definitely uneven.

“Oh Bradley” you sigh and begin completely unbuttoning his shirt to re-do it. 

You and Bradley quickly agreed that you wanted the exact opposite of what was deemed a traditional wedding day, spending the morning together, getting ready for the brunch that Penny insisted on booking for the wedding party, which amounted to the dagger squad. 

Bradley had a “super secret” place he wanted to spend a little time at to read your vows in private before the ceremony on the beach and inevitable after party at the hard deck, courtesy of Penny again.

Bradley was looking down at you as you finished the last button and gently smoothed down the white button up for him to tuck into his tan slacks. 

He grabbed your hand and brought it up, planting a kiss to your knuckles 

“We’re getting married” he says giddily, swinging you back into a deep kiss that nearly leaves you dizzy when he pulls away, pressing his forehead to yours 

“I'm so in love with you” you breathe out, cupping his face in both hands

“I love you more” 

“Bradley Bradshaw, we are not having this argument again” You laugh, wiggling out of his grasp and going to finish getting ready, but not before planting another on him for good measure. 

Music played quietly throughout the house, you hummed along as you put on light glowy makeup and made your hair somewhat presentable. 

Getting dressed seemed to be the hardest task though, Bradley's wandering hands kept finding a way to interfere, looping under your shoulder straps and tugging the zipper down to run up and over your back 

“You are insufferable” you groan swatting away his hands when you bend over to slip on your wedges

“But you love me” he concludes, sitting on the edge of the bed and watching you contently 

“Yeah I guess” you jest, stepping between his legs

Your hands drop to his shoulders, kneading into them 

‘We. need. To. go” you punctuate with pecks to his lips, grabbing his hands and putting your full weight into hoisting him to his feet. He seems to make it his life's purpose to make it difficult for you, dead-weighting and planting his feet. 

You drop him and he falls back onto the plush comforter with a loud oomph. 

You scoop the bronco keys from his hand and make a mad dash for the car “I'm leaving you!” 

“We’re not even at the altar yet!” he shouts, getting up to go after you, your wild laughter filling the sun washed house as you run through the kitchen and living room, your husband just a few strides behind you. He catches you at the open front door, scooping you up as you nearly double over in laughter in his arms,  he plucks the keys from your grasp, grinning from ear to ear, as you catch your breath

“Well what's the hold up?, we’re gonna be late darlin” he calls, smugly jogging down the porch steps and to the bronco. 

“Maybe nat was a little right, Heathen”  you mumble to yourself, as you go after him. 

With the windows down as you speed down the highway, Bradley runs his thumb over your knuckles as he uses your hand as a microphone for his personal concert of the song blaring over the radio.

You throw your head back with laughter as he goes on into the next song, pressing kisses to the back of your hand. What an idiot, your idiot.

Cracking the volume down as he pulls into the parking lot of the restaurant, out of the whole parking lot you can spot Jake's truck, the god forsaken hung mobile, mavs motorcycle, and nats convertible. 

“What's on your mind honey?” rooster muses, having come to your side of the truck to offer a hand. 

“Us” you say lightly, hooking your thumb into his back belt loop as you walk inside. 

The hostess opens the door for the two of you, pointing you in the direction of the upstairs patio.

“There’s my favorite bride!” There’s a flurry of 6 feet worth of muscle charging you, scooping you into a bear hug that has your feet leaving the ground “Jake put me down” you giggle, swinging your legs

“Really Layin it on thick seresin” 

Jake sets you down and looks to Bradley “aww, is my favorite groom feeling left out?” 

he cocks his head to the side and pulls Bradley into the most alpha male bro hug you’d ever witnessed. 

Natasha came in from the patio just then, smiling brightly as she pressed a kiss to your cheek and wrapped you in a warm hug; she had come to be a sister for you and you definitely had her to thank for keeping Bradley's head on straight as his best woman. 

“You look gorgeous” she whispers reassuringly 

“Thank you nat” 

She's still smiling at you brightly, you look around to see all the gorgeous flowers and the table set out on the patio

“Are we on time?” 

“Of course sweets, we came before to set up,” hangman confirms, nodding towards the scene of Penny trying her best to show maverick how to neatly fold the napkins, you can't help but smile.

You hear Bradley huff confidently at the confirmation of your punctuality and you reach over to swat at him.

“we have something for you” hangman appears in front of the two of you, phoenix at his side and they both had their hands behind their backs

“Oh god”

“Phoenix please no-”

They have the most shit eating grins on their faces as they present to you what they had. 

You fold over, nothing short of cackles leaving you at the sight, hangman is holding a bedazzled tiara headband with bride over the top.

 Phoenix holding a headband with a tophat reading groom, the fact that it is just as bedazzled as yours has you in tears as you lean into Bradley. 

“They Are amazing” you gasp out, bursting into another fit of hysterics as jake leads you to a decorative mirror and slides it onto your head, fixing your hair with an adorable amount of focus. 

You know you'd get shot out of the sky if he knew you'd used adorable to describe him, but oh well. 

“If this ends up on instagram” Bradley whines

“The photographer gets here in 30 minutes” she says with maybe a tad too much joy

They usher you out to the patio now that the accessories are on the two of you. 

Penny spots you and the silverware she's holding holding clatters to the table. 

“Look at you, absolutely glowing!” She takes your face into her hands and gives you an up and down before smacking a loud kiss on your forehead as maverick rounds the table to talk to Bradley. 

You watch on quietly from the seat hangman had pulled out for you as the hush conversation unfolds, mild concern growing as his eyes get glossy before his head bows. 

Mav opens his arms, and you barely catch “c’mere kid” as Bradley leans into the older man, face pressing into the shoulder that for once isn't dawned by a leather jacket in terms of the occasion.

“Mavs got him sweetpea” Penny reassures you in passing as a waiter places a misosa in front of you, and phoenix to the left of Bradley's empty seat.

“I know” you say gently, you were grateful for the rekindling of Bradley and petes relationship, knowing how it had affected Bradley not having him and the many sleepless nights because of it. It put you at ease nearly as much as it did Bradley, you're not sure what happened out there but it was for the better. 

“The potato and bacon hash thing looks fucking bomb” hangman concludes as he skims the menu in front of him, Nat chokes on her mimosa “jake! Child!” she hisses at him, by the way he flinches you know he just got a kick to the shin under the table.

“Its fine, she's on another planet”  he nods at Amelia who is staring intently at her phone 

“Im right here bagman” she chides, thumbs gliding across the screen never breaking their pace

Jake sputters on his bloody Mary, glaring at nat across the table, whose face is nearly splitting in half with a smile 

“you young lady,” he tilts his glass at amelia “have been spending too much time with aunt nix”

You stifle laughter behind your mimosa glass as the scene unfolds. 

“What have you guys gotten into?” Bradley laughs, sliding into his seat beside you and lacing his fingers with yours on the table, you look at him gently and he nods ‘im okay’

You kiss him lightly as he gives your hand a squeeze before you turn back to the two in front of you.

“Bagman is letting a teenager bruise his ego” Natasha smiles sweetly 

Rooster raises his eyebrows in surprise and looks at you, you nod in confirmation still barely holding in your laughter. 

“Am not.” jake says definitively, taking an oddly pointed sip of his drink in nats direction.

“You two are children” you poke lightly at jake's leg under the table, only to be met with an even more childish huff. 

The four of you fall into quiet chitchat, which mainly consists of the usual ‘birdie vs bagman’ bickering and whispered commentary between you and Bradley as the rest of the dagger squad flows in. 

Payback and Fanboy arrive together, with Coyote and Halo soon following. 

Your little makeshift family had the patio alive with loving bickering- unless it was between phoenix and hangman, laughter and loud conversation. 

And even after orders were taken and served, no amount of food stuffed in their mouths could shut them up, you found yourself leaning back and smiling brightly at their antics. 

Coyote trying to land bits of potato and bacon in hangman's mouth across the table only for fanboy and payback to step in and make it a full 2 on 2 competition had you laughing loudly into Bradley's shoulder as you dodged the bits of food.

It was perfect, completely unhinged? Yes. but still absolutely perfect.

Saying you were desperate to see the photos the hired photographer had captured so far, asap was an understatement. 

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@paulina1998

[nattyswhore]

“Now give me cuddles, bitch.”

pairing: natasha romanoff x fem!reader

summary: natasha’s been too caught up in work lately but you’re in need of your girlfriend’s attention, any kind of attention.

warnings: cussing, suggestive content 😛, kissing, groping, hickeys, and some fluffz

a/n: this is my first everrrr story here on tumblr and imma be real with y’all… i don’t know what the fuck i’m doing 😗 i have no idea how this shit works so bear with me while i try to figure this shit out lmao, also this story has been in my drafts for a veryyyy long time now and i edited it a little sooo i might be pretty rusty with all this writing stuff but i thought might as well post it on here so enjoy!

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“Baby.”

I sat on the bed, patiently waiting and staring at Natasha while she sat in front of her computer and wrote on her paper.

“Baby,”

“Baby, baby, baby,”

“Babe!” Still no response. Is this girl deaf or something?

“Babyyyyy,” I whined as she continued to stare intensely at the paper she was holding and sloppily scribbled down notes on them.

At this point I was getting impatient. I was in need for attention but I can’t exactly have that when my girlfriend of almost 10 months is too busy writing on some piece of paper ignoring the most amazing thing that’s ever happened in her life.

Me.

I sighed dramatically before plopping down the bed with a gentle thud and tried to get her attention once more.

“Natty?”

“Baby”

“Darling”

“My world”

“My baby”

“My wifeyyyy”

“My little cutie patootie”

And still nothing. Not even a quick glance or change of expression, nothing. She was too focused on her writing to even notice I was in the same room as her. I glared at the side of her face and sat up, I let out a huff letting my moodiness take over.

“Bitch.”

And just like that, Natasha’s head snapped up, slowly turning to look at me, her pretty green eyes narrowing with a frown.

“What did you just say to me?”

I stared at her blankly giving her a “really?” look before rolling my eyes. “Oh so now you wanna listen.”

“You just called me a bitch.” Her lips turning into a small pout as she stared back at me, a slightly confused look on her face.

“I also called you the love of my life, my wife, my world and darling about, I don’t know, a hundred times?” I deadpanned, crossing my arms. “so don’t give me that face, Romanoff.”

She’s been too busy writing down reports from previous missions and catching up with some other tasks ever since she woke up this morning, something she’s been doing for the past few days.

I haven’t even gotten a single proper kiss today except for the quick forehead kiss she gave me before she rushed to work this morning. Since when did a piece of paper become more important than me.

It’s me for Gods sake.

But I knew as much as I wanted to stay grumpy at Natasha, I couldn’t blame her. Fury has been up her ass trying to make her catch up with all these paper works ever since she came back from her last mission a week ago. I could tell how stressed she has been because of it, she hasn’t taken a proper break, she was tired and it showed when she would pause and pinch the bridge of her nose or every time she let out a frustrated sigh and rubbed her eyes, trying to keep them open.

I knew it was important for her to finish so I’ve been giving her some space and time to let her focus, except when I would come in and out of her room every now and then to give her coffee, to make sure she hasn’t overworked herself yet.

But today, I just felt needy. I needed attention, any type of attention at this point.

Her face turned into a soft expression when she saw the scowl on my face. “I’m sorry baby I just have to get this last page done then I’m all yours okay?”

“But baby, I need your attention now.” I whined at her, pouting before standing up and walking towards her desk.

I plopped myself down on her lap and wrapped my arms tightly around her neck so her face was now squished between my chest.

She chuckled at my actions and wrapped her arms around my waist as she pulled me closer.

“I miss you so much Natty,” I muttered, my head moving to lean on top of hers. “I know you’ve been busy but I swear to God, I’m going to die real soon from lack of attention woman.”

Her chest vibrated against mine as she laughed at my words, hooking her finger under my chin. “Alright sweet girl, I’ll give you all the attention you want but-“

I opened my mouth to start protesting but before I could even start, she covered my mouth with her hand and shushed me.

I stared back at her, furrowing my eyebrows as she looked back at me with amusement. “Let me finish detka, but just give me thirty more minutes and I promise I’ll give you all the kisses and cuddles in the world, how does that sound?”

I hummed and pretended to think about it while tapping my finger on my chin, making her roll her eyes playfully.

“Hmm okay deal!” I replied, a huge smile now plastered my face, I get her attention and she gets to take a break, it was a win win situation. “But I’m staying on your lap.”

Natasha let out a small laugh before nodding and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek, “Not a problem, darling.”

She picked up her pen and went back to work and quickly writing down notes as I sat on her lap patiently. Every now and then, I would turn my head and press small kisses on her cheek, her face turning into a shade of pink and her lips twitching upward every time I do so.

After half an hour has passed, my head laid comfortably on her shoulder while I ran my hand through her red locks. She let out a big sigh of relief before dropping her pen on the desk and wrapping her arms around me, giving me a squeeze making me giggle loudly.

Natasha stuffed her face on my neck giving me gentle kisses that lead up to my jawline to my cheek, my forehead and soon my lips. She smiled through the kiss before leaning back, a blush covering my face as she stared back at me with a dreamy look and a soft smile.

She leaned in again, her green eyes staring down at my lips before giving me a more passionate kiss this time. She kissed me a little longer, her tongue licked my bottom lip teasingly before pulling back with a pop.

“Thirty minutes is up.” She whispered, wiggling her eyebrows making both of us giggle.

“Now give me cuddles, bitch.” I playfully demanded, a faux serious tone in my voice making Natasha laugh again as I quickly got up from her lap, pulling her up and grabbing her hand before dragging her to our bed hurriedly, tripping on the air on the way.

I squealed when I finally reached the bed, laying down on the soft mattress pulling Natasha down with me. She happily joined me, making herself comfortable before pulling the covers over us and wrapping me in a tight hug.

I felt Natasha put her legs on top of mine, a habit she had whenever we were laying together. Her hand ran up and down my arm slowly while the other played with my hair.

“I’m sorry I haven’t been giving you much attention for the past week, detka,” She shifted slightly, turning to look at me. “I finished the paperworks so you have me all to yourself for the next week or two, alright?”

I removed myself from her arms before sitting on her lap, cupping her face with my hands and running my thumb across her cheek.

“I know Natty, I understood you were busy baby don’t worry,” I reassured her, her head turning slightly as she pecked my palm. “I’m just glad you can get a break now oh and that means I get to have the kisses and cuddles I was promised too.”

Natasha’s smile widened, a mischievous look quickly flashing through her eyes as she let out a hum and the next thing I know, her lips were back on mine. She pecked my lips a few times, her hands wrapping around my waist as she started to place wet kisses towards my neck.

“And you’ll get just as promised, malyshka.”

She bit on my neck lightly, her tongue quickly licking and soothing down the spot making me let out a small groan.

She switched from sucking and biting, there was no doubt Natasha was going to leave marks everywhere, she was going to make sure to give me a hard time covering these up the next day.

She moved up a little and sucked softly on my sweet spot making me let out a mix of a gasp and a moan, my breathing getting heavier the more she continued. I felt her smirk when I tugged at her hair, trying to pull her as close as I can.

“God I missed you sweetheart.” She whispered on my skin, I sighed in content before I let out a quick and breathy “Missed you too Natty.” Her warm breath hit my skin making me shiver lightly as she continued placing hot open mouthed kisses going towards my chest.

“Baby…” I whimpered, desperately tugging at her hair when her hands found my ass and squeezed it. She pulled me closer and roughly moved my hips towards her while her other hand grabbed my hair, yanking it back and exposing more of my neck and chest as she left hickeys all over me.

Once she felt like she was done and left enough marks, she pulled back and gave me a peck on my lips, she grinned widely at me when she saw me sat on her lap, staring back at her through hooded eyes with red flustered cheeks and soft pants leaving my lips.

Her smile slowly turned into a smirk as her eyes trailed further down, eyeing the work she left on me.

She moved her hand up and traced the dark marks that covered me. Her green eyes looked back up at me, the tiredness from her face gone and now replaced with an all too familiar look.

A warm feeling ran through my body and straight to my core making me shift on her lap. I let out a small moan when her hands moved down to my chest, squeezing my breasts on the way as she bit her lip and kept eye contact with me. Her finger hooked around the hem of my shirt and slightly pulled it up before her cold hands touched my bare skin, a shiver going through my body. Her hands teasingly running up and down my hips before gripping it tightly.

She gave me one last smirk before she slowly started moving her hand further and further down making me close my eyes and bite my lip from the wetness pooling between my legs.

“Now,” She whispered, placing a wet kiss behind my ear. “Let me make it up to you and give you and your body all my attention tonight baby.”