#this was really dumb no clue why I drew this

[curscival]

Every time I get booped I imagine their pfp is booping my pfp so when I get attacked it feels like

[gemharvest]

Okay hear me out (and I will forget I sent an ask in again 2 seconds later) RGB as crystal gems

PREFACING THIS ART WITH AN "I'm sorry I didn't lean more into the SU side of things" I am being so fr I don't wanna mess with trying to figure out more gem-like outfits for them so they're basically the same except with limited palettes and also gems. I don't think it's actually gonna matter to anyone but ANSJKNKDGJ if I don't open with that my brain will Explode. /lh

GO CRAZY GO STUPID AHHHHHH. GEMS. I'm going to have to put my bullet points under a read more just cuz I know I am about to fucking Go Off. grins

Girlfriend is a red diamond. Boyfriend is a peridot. Pico is a green spinel.

GIRLFRIEND:

Went with a diamond cuz of the status thing. I am almost worried it feels like too easy of a pull but I doonnn't care I think it'd be fun if she was a diamond. :) Red obviously because it's her color.

Playing off the status thing; ofc her parents would also be diamonds and so you can have the reasoning of "oh this isn't a high-rank gem" for them not liking Boyf. I mean if you need any reasoning aside from them just being unreasonable LOL but that's always there.

Placement on her chest because !! love !!!! That's also why it's a heart-shaped cut instead of a. Diamond shape.

My backup assignment for her would be a jasper because I think it'd suit her well to be any quartz, and with jasper you can get close to her reds !! The status thing is really what made me decide on a diamond tho.

As I type this I realize there are some vaaaguee similarities to Pink I could pull as extra reasoning but shruuuugs my brain is NOT in an analytical mood rn so I'll just let others chew on that for me.

This isn't really relevant to RGB but I wanna mention it: I think it'd be funny if the demon henchmen were rubies.

BOYFRIEND:

The biggest factor for me going peridot with him is the fact that a common headcanon for canon Peridot is that she's autistic and while I mostly work with ADHD Boyf myself (since that's the experience I can pull from personally)... I am a sucker for a good autistic/AuDHD read with him.

This man is short and Era 2 peridots are short. If I drew him SU style this guy would need limb enhancers. lol

Instead of a prohibition symbol his shirt has the outline of a star. I just find that neat. :)

He would sooooooo suck at a peridot's role but also iirc in canon he's a college drop out anyways so it cancels out. He's got that Greg Universe in him.

Honestly, I put his gem placement on the back of his hand bc I had no clue where else to put it. My secondary placement for it would be on his forehead bc it'd make me giggle with him being Dumb but canon Peridot already has the forehead placement so I didn't go ahead with that.

HE STOLE PICO'S GREEN SPOT. spritzing him with water like a naughty dog BAD BOYFRIEND.

PICO:

This is my little indulgent one I really. I really love canon Spinel. This is tangential but like I literally have 4 spinel OCs and then another 4 furry OCs with designs based on canon Spinel. The urge to make One Of Them a spinel was going to be there.

The juxtaposition of him being a gem with an entertainer role and also a hard-ass hitman makes me giggle. Idk I feel like if you already know canon Spinel then you can probably connect the dots as to why I'd imagine him as a spinel as well.

Heart cut because I find it cute and it matches GF. I think a spade shape could be fun too but idk I prefer just going with a heart. Placement on his upper back because. :) Because he can't easily shield it from damage that way. He has to be constantly aware of his surroundings, unless he wants to give someone the chance for an easy hit on him if they sneak up from behind. Little paranoia thing to fuck with him. I'm so nice to Pico !! :D

Bringing back the status thing with GF's parents; I can't help but giggle thinking abt them hiring him. Imagine you get recommended this really good hitman and you meet up and it's a fucking court jester. Fucking ego hit but DD needs the job done so he hires him anyways. AND THEN PICO DOESN'T EVEN CARRY OUT THE FUCKING HIT. Never hiring a clown off of Craigslist again. /JOKING

hits play on this and sits down with my head in my hands

OKAY BEFORE I'M DONE I WANNA MENTION: I made myself give them all gem assignments BUT I do think it would be fun if one of them was not a gem a la Greg and Rose. So I give you: regular canon demon GF and her two gem boyfriends. Takes a bow. (<- honestly might do something further with that for my own fun. teehee)

[thetransintransformers]

Tryst (18+)

Cycmags Softcore basically

Stuck in the brig.

Servos chained above his head.

Listening to the sounds of Galvatron ranting and raving about his eventual demise.

No, not quite the situation Ultra Magnus wanted to find himself in.

How he allowed himself to be caught like this was still a mystery. The schematics he ran on how he would be getting in and out of the Decepticon base, the time he spent knowing exactly how every process within his mission was going to take, and hell, it’s not like he was dealing with much competition. 

As powerful as Galvatron was, he was a lunatic now, more obsessed with beating down his subordinates than actually getting anything for his cause done. Much like the real Megatron but, the distinction was still there. Then there were the sweeps: intimidating enough to look at but ultimately, so . . .  well Ultra Magnus hesitated on the word, how callous it sounded, but they were so DUMB. One vain, one a coward, one simply playing leader while having no clue of how to truly manage their cohorts. 

Yet, were they really so incompetent if they captured him? Or was Ultra Magnus just worse off than he realized? No, that wasn’t it, neither side. Because it was not the sweeps that caught him.

It was Cyclonus.

Cyclonus, he truly, was an odd one out amongst these new Decepticons. 

He remembered their time well as Quintesson killing jar combatants. Cyclonus was stoic, cold, calculated, a brave and noble warrior. The two seemed to find equal ground on opposite sides, a fierce loyalty to their sides. Where they differed was Ultra Magnus’ sense of justice, and Cyclonus’ need to prove worth. Yet somehow, those values still aligned all too well for them. The wonders Cyclonus could do if he was an autobot, but alas. Cyclonus was made in the image of evil, he would follow Galvatron to the ends of the galaxy. That was something Ultra Magnus would have to spend the next 5 cycles researching on. If he was given five cycles now that he awaited a swift death. Perhaps it would be Cyclonus himself to carry out the hit. At least then, Ultra Magnus’ pride wouldn’t be so wounded.

The door of his prison zoomed up, and in stepped a familiar purple-clad figure. Speak of the devil, it was his ghost again.

Cyclonus stared down at Ultra Magnus, gazes meeting one another in an intense glare. Ultra Magnus could barely make out the sound of Cyclonus humming, as he drew forth a gun. 

Game over, it seemed.

Ultra Magnus would not hang his helm though as he spoke. “Come to finish me off? Do it then. If you were hoping for information I would never–” BANG.

Ultra Magnus shuttered his optics behind his visor, gritting his teeth as the shot rang out. He held his arms down infront of him for some type of protection.

Wait.

His arms? He could move them? Ultra Magnus’ optics widened as he looked down to his now free servos. The mech craned his neck up to see where his arms were previously held hostage. A smoking black shot against the wall and broken chains were above his head. “Up. Now.” Cyclonus commanded, throwing the gun to the side. Despite his order, Ultra Magnus still did not move fast enough for his liking, so he took one of the other’s arms in his grip and pulled. Ultra Magnus stumbled to his pedes, looking at the Decepticon SIC in utter confusion. “You had the perfect chance to kill me and you–” Before he could finish the sentiment, Cyclonus was pulling the Autobot by the collar, and pressing their lips tightly together. Once again, Magnus’ optics went wide, stuttering even to comprehend what had just happened. Cyclonus even now seemed so . . . focused. Slotting their lips together as if they’d always fit so perfectly. Magnus nearly let his optics close, let himself sink into the moment before Cyclonus was pulling away, leaving the Autobot breathless. It took a moment to gather his thoughts before Ultra Magnus was stuttering. Gods, he was stuttering? What had the warship done to him? “I . . . you . . . why did you–” “Consider that your 5-click head start.” The warship interrupted, already pushing Ultra Magnus to leave the cell. “The others will be distracted only for so long.” “Wait, wait!” Ultra Magnus pushed back, turning to him. “Why are you helping me? Wouldn’t it mean the world to your leader if I was dead?” “Yes. It would.” Cyclonus answered back, without the slightest hint of hesitation. Well, good to see his priorities were still straight. “But,” Cyclonus began again. “It is . . . not honorable. You are meant to die on the battlefield, us, in glorious combat. Not to rot in a cell.” Cyclonus informed, rather poetic for the time. Ultra Magnus raised an optic ridge. “So this isn’t over.” Cyclonus nodded. “Not nearly. Now go!”

---- When they met again, the roles could not have been more reversed. Cyclonus hanged off the side of an autobot cargo ship, claws digging deep into the metal, threatening to loosen. One wing hung damaged and smoking. Even if it wasn’t painful to transform, there was no way he could manage himself in the air long enough to not crash. This was, pitifully so, the end for the Decepticon SIC.

Cyclonus mustered what breath he could still, and slowly let his servos unpierce the metal of the autobot ship. He closed his optics, waiting for the fall to brush past him and into oblivion. As his servo fell away from the ship, a hand from within grabbed his wrist roughly, stopping his fall before it even began. Cyclonus’ optics opened and he looked up to see a familiar autobot. “Magnus!” He called out before he was pulled up into the ship. Nothing else was exchanged between the two, as soon as Cyclonus was pulled aboard, Ultra Magnus had dipped him, slotting their lips into a kiss, not unlike when Magnus was kept in prison. It was Cyclonus’ turn for his optics to widen, dumbfounded as Ultra Magnus pulled away from the kiss. “What happened to dying on the battlefield, huh?” the autobot spoke, a smile twitching up on his features. How. How idiotic. How foolish. How casual. How–oh gods above, how charming. 

Cyclonus lunged, arms wrapped tight around Ultra Magnus’ helm, causing the Autobot to stumble back against his own control panel. The kisses started again, heavier, hotter, than before. Forget the fact that mashed-around servos were changing their flight patterns. Cyclonus pressed close, as did Ultra Magnus, taking the slightest gulps of air when the warship allowed him to.

Cyclonus pulled back, taking in a deep breath, eyes half-lidded. Still, he panted as he crooned, “Why must we always seek the unattainable?” “Shut up.” Ultra Magnus rather ineloquently interrupted, going for another kiss. “Just shut up.”

They went on like that for far longer than what was necessary. Not that any of this interaction was necessary. Not that their interaction in the Decepticon cell was necessary.

And yet. It became necessary for them. 

The paint transfers were a tad of a challenge, but nothing a well-crafted explanation couldn’t sweep away. ----

Their third tryst together was far less easy to explain.

Ultra Magnus sat at the edge of a berth, lavender scratches of paint covering his frame. The only sound that filled the room was a few deep breaths in the dark. By his side, a servo wrapped against one shoulder, while the other moved his helm to look his paramour in the optics. Cyclonus, with a satisfied smirk, pressed a kiss against Ultra Magnus’ cheek. “My breath must mingle with yours, lest it feel wrong.” he breathed out. Ultra Magnus hummed. “You just come up with that? It’s beautiful.” He had to admit, raising a hand to cup Cyclonus’ helm in his own, and giving him a more forward peck. “Cyclonus,” he began, letting the warship nuzzle into his servo. “We could be more than this.” Cyclonus answered, “Whatever do you mean?”

Ultra Magnus let a softer smile cross his features. “You could, well, you could join me. You’d be a fine autobot–” Ultra Magnus barely got another word in before the hand that just caressed his shoulder was at his throat, pushing him back on the berth. Cyclonus narrowed ruby optics, a sneer coming to his features. “Choose your words wisely, Ultra Magnus.” He spoke, getting close to the other’s face. “Do not ever ask me to betray my lord.” Ultra Magnus choked for a moment before he nodded as best he could. “Noted.”

Cyclonus loosened his grip, but he did not move from his position. Instead, his sneer turned to a smirk. “Shall we continue?” The warship soon was throwing his leg over the side of Ultra Magnus’ frame, straddling the Autobot's waist as he leaned down. Ultra Magnus chuckled, still collecting the breath that was knocked out of him. “Well, when you move like that.” He hummed. Soon, the Autobot’s face fell into bliss, brought into a few more kisses, that traveled down his neck cables. “Magnus,” Cyclonus whispered, “Your talents are wasted under a faulty prime like Rodimus.” He began. Odd dirty talk to have, but Ultra Magnus couldn’t help himself. This sort of talk was wrong to indulge in, but he pushed. “Go on.” Cyclonus traveled lower on his neck. “Your skills.” A kiss. “Your tactical mastery.” Another kiss. “Mmm,” Ultra Magnus let out, so perfectly in the palm of Cyclonus’ servos. “Surely you have wondered, how much farther your efforts would be appreciated under Decepticon colors.” There it was. Ultra Magnus used an arm to push Cyclonus up from his neck, breaking their contact. Magnus spoke, firm as ever. “Cyclonus. I don’t ask you to betray your lord. You don’t ask me to betray my cause. Got it?” For a moment, the room went cold. Cyclonus’ heated gaze turned. “Noted.” He echoed from before. “Will this be our last rendezvous then?” Ultra Magnus let an optic ridge go up and teased. “Hey now, I didn’t say that.” a chuckle followed, and the mood had been restored. Cyclonus hummed and leaned down for another kiss. “So then. Where were we?”

[masterqwertster]

Trick or treat! 🎃

Trick or Treat! (Prompt)

And for you, an early Anni Aughta and Ashton fic that was also started and not finished

Anni’s starting to think that she shouldn’t have agreed to play at The Double Tap. She’s been waiting for the bartender to bring her cut of the night’s earnings for ten minutes now, and for the last three, she’s had to deal with some dumb fuck who doesn’t know the meaning of “fuck off.”

It’s at the point that Anni is about ready to slap an idiot and turn this into an altercation, despite him having three or four friends sitting at a table while she only has herself, that there’s a weighty thump that hushes the small bar.

She turns to see Ashton Greymoore standing confidently about five feet behind her, bedecked in worn red and black leathers that display their corded arms and leaning against a hammer that looks more decorative than functional with its glass head. But only if you ignore the well-worn grip wrappings and that the most basic weapon enchantment is one to keep them from breaking easily.

“The fuck is taking you so long, Anni? We’ve got places to be,” they drawl, just the slightest hint of annoyance coloring their tone.

That’s a fucking lie. Anni has only known Ashton for the last three days, despite living in the Krook House for the past two weeks herself. And in those three days, Ashton’s spent probably half his time sleeping and the other half being a fucking asshole while making a valiant effort to empty the pantry. They don’t work together, and Anni has no fucking clue why he’s here and acting like they do.

But his eyes flicker to the asshole that’s been propositioning her, and she at least knows why he drew attention.

“I don’t need a fucking white knight,” Anni hisses out. She can handle herself, thank you very much. And she sure as fuck doesn’t need this asshole thinking she owes him one.

“Sure. Make up your mind about shanking a bitch and let’s go,” Ashton lazily agrees, rocking their hammer a little.

Anni huffs. She has a knife (though she’s not sure if Ashton actually knows that), so she could, as they put it, ‘shank a bitch.’ But Anni’s really not the type to do violence. The knife is more a precaution than anything, for if things go absolutely tits up. She’s not great with it, but she does know how to use it effectively. 

The creep stiffens and backs off a bit. He’s finally realized, maybe, that she has been done with his bullshit for a while now. At the very least, he doesn’t want to get stabbed. Which is fair.

“Stabbing this fucker would be too much of a mess,” Anni says with a sigh to help encourage that retreat, hating having to lean into Ashton’s act. “And I’m still waiting to get paid by the fucking barkeep,” she grumbles.

“Fucking hell,” Ashton sighs. He saunters forwards, bringing his hammer up and around in a lazy sweep that ends in an incongruously loud thump on the bar top, much like the one that announced his presence earlier.

“Ah, yes?” the bartender nervously asks, eyes darting to the hammer.

Ashton nods to Anni, making it clear they’re not the ones with a request to be fulfilled.

“I’m still waiting for my money,” she clearly states, letting her annoyance shine.

 “Oh, right,” they say, eyes flickering to Ashton and the hammer head resting on the bar top. 

It takes less than a minute for them to toss a sack of coin to Anni. When she peeks inside to see the denomination of the coins and tests the heft of it, she finds it suspiciously light for the amount of traffic seen while she was playing.

“Are you trying to fucking short me?” Anni growls, baring her tusks.

Ashton drags their hammer back across the bar, leaving gouges in the wood. Anni hadn’t given it thought before, but the glass head has irregular planes and edges, giving a bit of sharpness to a weapon of blunt force.

“Oh, silly me! Here we are,” the bartender nervously laughs, giving her another few silver as their eyes dart to Ashton once more. 

Fuck this bastard. Couldn’t put together a sack of coins in ten fucking minutes, couldn’t even put in the right amount, after all the work she put in, but a little threat of violence and suddenly there’s service.

Anni takes the money with a sneer and storms out of The Double Tap, Ashton lazily following at her heels. It grates, to know that she had to rely on his presence to finish the night without problem. Anni’s been looking out for herself for a while now, she can handle herself, doesn’t need someone to save her. And yet Ashton fucking Greymoore had swooped in with a rescue. 

She fucking hates it.

A few streets away from the bar, Anni whirls to give the genasi a piece of her mind, only for a solid hand to her shoulder to whirl her right back around to facing forward.

“You can yell at me if you want to, but not here,” Ashton murmurs, hand falling away the moment she is turned back around. “Wait until the gondola or we’re back at the House.”

And she wants to rage against that too, but their eyes are serious, their posture tensed and ready. As much as she dislikes following their lead, experience says that heeding someone else’s caution rarely hurts. Especially when you’re in the less nice parts of Jrusar. So Anni silently fumes as they weave their way through the streets of the Smolder Spire. 

It’s late, so there isn’t a lot of traffic as they wind up from the lower levels to the nearest gondola. As they pass through a dark and empty stretch of road, it happens. A figure darts out of an alleyway and Ashton shoves her out of their path, grunting as he does so. The figure pulls back, and there’s a knife in their hand, coated in a dark, almost oily substance.

The sound of rumbling earth meets Anni’s ears, and it takes a moment for her to realize it isn’t the ground itself rumbling, but Ashton. She’s well aware that they are as made of rock as they appear to be, yet she’s never considered how that might affect their vocal chords. In the dark of night with only the light of the stars and moon (and the dancing lights beneath Ashton’s glass), it’s unnerving. Especially as Ashton has taken on an openly aggressive stance, hammer braced in both hands.

[this-aint-massachusetts]

Clapton Davis headcanons because why not?

Note: None of these are x reader related, I just wanted to make fun stand alone hcs for my fav Jhutch character. You don’t have to agree with or like my headcanons just please don’t be an ass <3

- Did the trend where he drew a mustache on his finger and put it on his upper lip

- Has one of those mustache mood bracelets

- Has TONS of those rubber bracelets (yes, even the I ❤️ boobs one)

- Has the Minecraft boxers

- His style is kinda scene/skater

- Cuddles, he loves cuddles and just physical affection in general. He likes other forms of affection but touch just really makes him happy and feel like he’s really loved

- Dog person

- If you ask him about his favorite song or band, he prepared for him to go on an 5+ hour rant about it and why he loves it so much

- Follows people around a lot

- Like in the movie, he’s a slacker but if he tries enough than he good at basically anything

- Most people just figured he was a slacker because he was just dumb so people were actually shocked that he got that A+ and passed

- He’s pretty much nocturnal and is up during the night a lot

- Doesn’t believe in doors, only uses windows to get inside

- Decently good baker

- Gets lost easily and always claims he knows where he’s going but nine times out of ten he has no clue where he’s going

- Has a strange, innate ability to somehow photobomb any photo that’s being taken in his vicinity. Weather it’s on purpose of accident by god Clapton is somehow going to be in the background

- Great at skateboard, absolute ass at roller skating

Anyways, that’s all I got for now. Might make more later.

[stxrmylxve]

First: I'm sorry, I know you just stated an event and I've been sending a bunch of requests, so PLEASE take your time and put off anything you need to! Never feel obligated to fulfill a request if you've got other stuff going on, I promise I'm understanding of the fact that we all have lives and other things going on in them.

Second: Apologizing a second time, because I decided to send this one in (I had it saved in my drafts and was going to scrap it) because I got really sad and needed some comedy.

Kazutora, Mikey, Chifuyu, Baji, Kokonoi, and Draken with an S/O who playfully runs away from them when they're about the be questioned regarding pranks being pulled on them (I.E. hiding Draken's tools in unusual places, putting sticky notes on their clothes with funny messages that make others giggle, drawing cat whiskers on Chifuyu with washable markers but while he sleeps) S/O be like: "Wha? WHO DID THAT? Uh-uh, not me, NO sir! Innocent till proven guilty," and if they chase S/O: "AAAAAH IT WASN'T MEEEE!"

A/N: sorry for the late answer, life hit and holy fuck it is unnecessarily stressful sometimes huh?

Kazutora:

What you did: Left a funny note on the back of his shirt

okay kazutora wants a good start back in life, and when people start laughing at him it makes him a little suspicious again

he has no clue what he is wearing half the time, muchless cares to looks for a message

…why do i feel like he might get a little mad?

in private, ofc

he would rant about it to you for a good while and it is hard to keep your composure

“…you wrote it on my back?”

… he chases you for hours, beware.

Mikey:

What you did: Didn’t give him a flag on his food

you’re his flag person, how could you forget a flag for him?!

throws a damn tantrum and calls up draken so that he will come to bring the flag for him

”you don’t have my flag? …why.?”

he gets so sad oml

“I just forgot it, that’s all. It’s in my bag at home…”

he glares at you for a good day or so (or more)

Chifuyu:

What you did: Drew a cat in sharpie on his chest

chifuyu shows his chest at meetings. okay that sounds weird. he goes on rants and for some reason breaks out his chest and wabam, there is a huge cat face he didn’t know about on full display

mikey has to stiffle a laugh since this is an official meeting, but chifuyu flat out leaves

”did you seriously draw on my chest last night?”

”me? noooo, I would never. Hey i gotta go walk peke j outside to go swimming, i gotta go-“

poor baby

Baji:

What you did: Hid his favorite hairbrush

this man is a DIVA and will FIGHT for his hairbrush

anyways, hr gets so pissed and reminds me of inosuke randomly yelling

”WHO THE FUCK TOOK MY HAIRBRUSH”

… you’re the only one in the house. obviously it was you. duh.

he questions you day in and out trying to solve the ‘mystery’, but when it shows up mysteriously the next day, he tackles you again for questioning

no literally, tackles you onto the bed and asks you sm 💀

Koko:

What you did: stored a wad of cash for tonight’s dinner/shopping elsewhere

he doesn’t really care until you throw a fake fit saying how much you had been looking forward to paying in cash for your stuff

then he perked up, but got nervous instead

he often misplaces things, but never his money. thought it wad a robbery and checked the cameras, only to find you snooping around

he is fine w it though, he even plays along and acts dumb

”you know i saw you on the cameras, right?”

”me? no. that was my.. sister, koko. we looks identical heh.”

Draken:

What you did: ‘Accidentally’ misplaced a few of his tools

you can not be playing games the man is on a TIME CRUNCH

he flips the whole shop upside down before you rush in to stop with panic

”baby it was just a prank! they’re over there.” you usher him to a corner where everything was neatly places, and a huge sigh escapes his lips

not only was everything there instead of robbed, it was all still organized neatly enough to his liking

he has a different approach and pecks your lips with a small ‘thanks’ before going back to work

a total mystery 💁‍♀️

[narrators-journal]

May I request hcs of plat!yan!killua with a sibling!darling his age that has a kiddy/puppy crush on leorio? Srry if it's weird, for some reason I just find a newer younger member of the friend group getting a really obvious and cute kid crush on leorio really cute and sweetly funny XD

This is...a little delirious and rambling, but I hope you enjoy it regardless!

You were painfully obvious about your dumb little crush, it was a miracle Leorio was unaware of it. Gon, Killua could understand being so dense to it, the unofficial-fae child was really only focused on protecting his friends, finding his dad, and protecting others, so it was entirely believable that he'd bring you into the group and proceed to miss the neon sign of puppy love that flashed above your head whenever Leorio was around. Leorio though, was a medical student with more than enough experience with people. How he missed it, the Zoldyck had no clue.

Though, he might be more aware then he seems. The snow-haired kid mused one night as the five of you camped out on some hunter job and he watched you stare up at the lanky doctor-to-be with stars in your eyes. Maybe he's just playing oblivious to spare their feelings. I guess that's easier than outright rejecting them. As Killua thought that, he drew in the dirt with a stick. Continuing along on his ambling train of thought, Though...in some fucked up off chance he ISN'T letting them down easy, I wonder how he'd handle a confession. They're too young to morally accept anything, so would he nip it in the bud? He paused at that, staring down at the senseless doodle he'd made in the dirt for a moment before asking himself, Wait, why would I care? I barely know this kid, I don't give a shit about them. Is it because Gon likes them so much? He likes just about everyone that isn't Hisoka...

Once again, the white-haired assassin glanced up at you and his friend. Watching the way Leorio told you the tales of their hunter exams with animated movements and funny imitations. And Killua just couldn't place why he was sitting there mulling over what he'd do in response to whatever choice Leorio made. The doctor-to-be truly didn't seem to return your feelings in the slightest, he just seemed unaware. Yet, Killua couldn't help but hear that dark, protective, brotherly voice in the back of his head still whisper, Though...if he DID somehow hurt them or take advantage of them. They'd never find his fucking body.

[rockinlibrarian]

🍲🍠🥮🍚

Thanks, anon! This is the writer asks with all food emoji here. Other people can ask, too, I'm generous that way.

🍲 When did you start writing and why?

Like @uniasus, first grade. I had a story dream, as is still my wont, but that was the first (of many) time I said, "That dream was a good story! I should write it down!" I wrote it in a pile of paper folded in the middle and stapled together and added illustrations. It was called "The Christmas Elf" and was about a Santa's helper who was sick of making toys so took our church hostage at Christmas Eve Mass. It could probably go into all sorts of deep things about worker's rights and such that I was surely not thinking about at the age of six. A few years back I even said, "Actually that is an interesting premise, maybe I should rewrite it as a proper picture book." But then I decided it also needed to be in verse, which is dumb of me, because I'm not a poet, and I just made it so much harder for myself, and so I never finished the grownup rewrite either. Oh yeah, I never actually finished the one I wrote in first grade, either. Which leads us to the next question:

🍠 How long does it take you to write one of your fics or a chapter/part?

I considered just leaving my answer at that. But a more complete answer is who knows? I am utterly inconsistent. I will write feverishly and have a story NEARLY done and then not finish it for over a year ("Child of Hypnos" I'm thinking of you-- I really thought it would be a quick one!). I'll rush an idea off in a day, or I'll take years. It's definitely been harder to make time to write in this past year when I've had a full-time job with a Commute, after being Part-Time Literally Down The Street for years. Which again brings us to the next question:

🥮 Do you have any writing milestones you're working toward?

I would just like to finish what I've started, to be honest.

🍚 What genre do you have the toughest time writing?

I was going to say Action Scenes, because I have had trouble when I've had to write them, but then I remembered my favorite old pipe dream, The Mystery. I LOVE mysteries. It's been one of my favorite genres since my mom started reading me Nancy Drew (at about the same time that I started writing). But I haven't got the ...patience? to write it. The careful PLOTTING of it all! The considered laying out of just the right clues at just the right times! Look, I am SURE there are ADHD mystery writers out there whose ADHD actually helps them do it, but mine refuses (much like there are ADHD TEACHERS whose ADHD makes them quick on their feet at dealing with classroom management, but mine just overwhelmed me). It's just too too much to keep track of! Wish I could, though.

[magicalgirlmascot]

Alright who wants to see my old Bionicle humanizations? These were from my modern/college!AU Metru Uni which I made when I was in college. These were all posted on dA circa 2011-12ish, and you have to understand these were drawn by hand, scanned into a computer, and edited using a laptop trackpad and MS Paint. Get ready for a lot of Shoujo Legs and Weird Character Choices. (All images will have their descriptions in the alt text.)

So first of all you have to understand that Vakama was my babygirl for many many years. This guy has the worst social anxiety you've ever seen. Not sure why I decided to take away his glasses when he transformed considering that's one of my least favourite things but whatever.

THIS MAN HAS NO ASS. I mean none of them do but Matau especially, goddamn. Anyway he wanted to dye his hair green so bad but his mom wouldn't let him. This guy is a huge flirt and we stan. Also I think the second image is flipped for some reason.

Okay yeah the second image is definitely flipped why did I do that. I was genuinely trying to make Nokama look cute and fashionable here but also I didn't know how to draw skirts very well so. Yeah. Vakama and Matau were both instantly smitten with her when she showed up and honestly the endgame ship there was Vakama/Nokama but for real it should've been the three of them. God she was so fucking patient

Now I gotta say I have absolutely no clue why the hell I gave Onewa a punk aesthetic (it's not even that punk, really, just what I would've considered punk as a very sheltered teen in 2011) but it kinda fucks actually. He was such a bitch but also he was so right about basically everything. King <3

WHENUA MY BELOVED. He was the oldest out of all of them and straight up had a university degree already but had for some reason decided to go to college after to get qualifications for a job that definitely would have paid less than the job he was originally going for with the university degree but I was dumb as hell and also he had to be at college that was the point of the fic. He and Vakama were roommates (oh my god they were roommates)

Okay so the hairstyle. Um. I was obsessed with Wizard AnimalParade at the time. Also when he lifted the eyepatch on his transformed self he could zoom his vision in and out like a telescope. Also also he was obsessed with astronomy and thought astrology was stupid which. Is very funny writing KNPS now because that version of Nuju has exactly the same opinion

Now, I know what you're thinking. "Hey Rags how come the characters with brown and black as their theme colours are the only brown and black skinned characters" because I was fucking stupid that's why. Moving on.

One of the running gags I had in the manga version of this fic (YES there was a manga version, it only got about halfway through the second chapter) was that Lhikan always had bishounen sparkles every time he appeared. I wanted him to be a pretty boy so bad. I stand by this choice honestly Lhikan should be the prettiest boy. He should be more pretty than he is. VAKAMA SHOULD'VE HAD A BI LITTLE CRUSH ON HIM.

Honestly the only reason his eyes are white here is I forgot to colour them lmao. Dume worked in the college's security office and he was such an uptight old bitch. Look at his stupid little tie clip. This was also before I learned how to, like, make people look older, and so he just looks like a young man with a moustache lol. What learning to draw from Chris Hart books does to a mf

And to round off this part, please have one of the first pieces of digital art I ever did: a cover for the series! Back in the day fanfiction.net let you set a specific cover for a series so I drew this for that. I'm honestly really glad I found this again, I thought that it was lost to time and the only version I had access to was the extremely crunched version still up on ff.net. I drew this all by hand and did all the colouring and shading and stuff using Paint.net, which was a free program. The textures for the dirt and earth were made using MS Paint still though lol.

OKAY there are still about one million billion left to go but I'm calling it here for now so it doesn't get too long. I'll make another post with villains or something later.

Except also here have this no-context picture of Matau that was my deviantart profile picture for a long time.

[chumby4life]

Much-belated Xmas/New Year's Chronicle

Very late and very happy New Year to all :). I never actually use this blog for, well, actually blogging, so I thought why not. I can't be bothered to make a separate one, or just keep a diary for that matter, so this is what you get.

Christmas was pretty good. I spent the actual day of it working, but eh what you can do. I listen to other people's woes for a living, and I was completely expecting all of my conversations to be from people who were sad about the holidays. Suicide rates are highest that time of year, after all. Surprisingly, I saw none of that. It was just the usual problems you hear about - relationship/academic/financial struggles mostly. I guess maybe I was projecting my own dissatisfaction with the holidays onto my job haha.

Saw my mom and sisters afterward, I was happy to finally make enough money to get them nice gifts. Though seeing family always makes me a bit uncomfortable. I think my favorite gift this year was the Beerus S.H. Figuarts from my friend :)

For new year's I visited my college town to see my friends for the first time in a while. Being a homebody with a remote job, I usually am just dressed like crap, so it was a nice opportunity to dress up. My hair is severely unmanageable, so allow me some pride and vanity in showing it off.

You should see it in its natural state...Actually, you shouldn't lol. Ignore my flushed complexion - these were taken after a few drinks. I was very happy to see one friend in particular - we'll call her Birdie - she lets me crash on her couch every time I come to visit since graduating. Though I'd much rather sleep in her bed... Unfortunately, I'm too much of a coward to do anything about that. And I feel like I'm deluding myself whenever I get the sense that she feels the same way.

Anyway, it was fun to resume our little traditions. We saw a movie. We went to a bar we both like, I bought her drinks like the Supreme Gentleman I am. We got shots of a particular brand of whiskey like always - it tastes awful but it's just what we do, idk. Oh, my other favorite gift was this necklace she made for me:

ARGHH just look at that attention to detail! It's based off of Sonic - the blue, the little charms she said were supposed to be like Chaos Emeralds. So cute. And the way it can be worn multiple ways!! It's things like this that make me think maybe she reciprocates my feelings (even though she makes jewelry for our other friends as well). She's also kept a few really stupid things I did over time, things I didn't expect she would keep. One time in 2022 I drew a big tittied Sonic on my class notes - it was especially humorous given the subject matter of the notes. And the dumb shit I drew on her whiteboard she has yet to erase - the terrifying Wario and the Big Green Dub version of Turles (quoting the Big Green Dub was an inside joke in our friend group for a while).

Like, one has to wonder, why keep these things? Do you like me or something?? Are you gay, huh? I wish. I don't even have a clue if Birdie is anything at all - I wouldn't be surprised if she were ace or something given she never talks about it, and has never had a significant other, as far as I know.

The day of New Year's Eve, we went out with some other friends/acquaintances. Unfortunately there isn't much for students to do in Athens besides go out to drink. It's just weird reuniting with people from an earlier phase of your life, people who are the same as ever. Catching up, I listened to them talk about their bands, the shows they went to recently, their finals, etc. Things I would've been concerned with a year ago. Now all I do is work. I was touched at how they congratulated me when I told them what I was up to. "Abby and her big girl job", as they said. It's just kind of bittersweet, you know? I'm just a visitor amongst them now.

I fantasized about using the strike of midnight to my advantage with Birdie. About telling her how I felt, or maybe kissing her, idk. But in reality, it took me a certain amount of alcohol to work up the courage to even hug her. I'm such a coward. Anyway, I am definitely not built for college bars anymore, lol. They're always so packed and loud - not to mention my tolerance isn't what it was.

So yeah, that was my holiday time ramble. I know no one read it, but hey it's kind of fun to use your blog as an actual blog! Maybe this is something I'll do every couple months, idk. Though I don't usually have a lot going on tbh.

[leeloooonfire]

I learned reading when I was three. Drew an anatomical correct clown when I was a little younger than 2 years (yes, all fingers were there as well as details on the clothing). I read Shakespear with 7, big fan of Much Ado About Nothing back then. With 9 I was allowed to help my mother's then boss during a surgery (he was a veterinarian and it was a castration) as well as sterilising the surgery equipment. Most of my childhood, I learned how to identify parasites in dog shit under the microscope. (I loved doing that, as well as holding funeral speeches in front of the freezer were they put the pets before they were taken to the crematorium). By 12 I could tell you every single British King and Queen (with their birth and death dates as well as the coronation date). I'm not British. My English skills aren't even that good. I just liked reading historical fiction from 11-15. I learned Japanese for fun with 14 (my favourite musician was Miyavi, there were no other reasons). All my life, sunlight hurt my eyes and trashy noises hurt my ears. I've never been a fan of summer, because I always felt too fucking warm (no temperature regulation hurray). My nose is hyper sensitive, I can hear a call coming through milliseconds before the phone rings, I've always had trouble connecting to people who seemed popular but had no issues talking with people who were similar to me (yeah, we neurospicy folk flock together like chicken). I hate the colour yellow with a passion and would write a dissertation about it. I always have issues with people around me because I question them - not always because I think they're dumb, but often because I literally do not understand them. What the fuck are even context clues and why do people act the way they do?! After going out with friends I need about 2-4 business days to recover. I've been struggling with depression since I was five, and I burned out with 16, and I am still unable to recover completely.

But if my mother and I would still talk and I'd tell her about me being autistic she'd heavily deny it. Because I'm neither "dumb enough" nor "smart enough" to be autistic and also never showed any signs.... (let's be honest, this bitch is as autistic as me).

Anyway, parents really should have to learn about autism, adhd and other disabilities before their kids "sHoW aNy SiGnS".

[ares-cant-hold-pens]

This is gonna be everything I've drawn in this specific sketchbook (minus twp pages I am embarrassed about). Most of this stuff I drew over 3 years ago, and barely remember why and some I find hilarious.

Starting us off, we got shapes. Checks out, I do remember looking up stuff and it being like get good at drawing lines and shapes. Don't know what I was doing with the circles, stars, and squares at the bottom though.

Dragons, I like dragons. Makes sense. There's another sketchbook somewhere, and I first got into drawing dragons in like middle school. Don't know why I want to draw people sitting on the ground like that, possibly Dragonborns from DND?

Roses, I guess? I think I asked my best friend what to draw and she said roses?

Not the whole picture because I do know for a fact I was 100% copying someone else's art, and I now know that's dumb and bad. So credits to deanpinterester on deviant art. Love it, it's art of Ares and Gregor. The beginning of my bat drawing journey. Laughing so hard though because even back then I had no clue how to draw bats legs or bats standing up vertically. Love that I just put a question mark, and honestly still don't know how to draw that. But I do use the way the eyes and ears are drawn in the og art still today.

Apparently, years ago I began by drawing the bones of bat wings? Then a bat flying???? Then it is a bunch of flying fox heads, and I love the note to myself. Past me would be proud, I do use circles. And then some deer, probably when I started like reindeers a lot.

Then the second most recent one which was a few weeks ago. Which I really struggle with them looking like dragons to me, so I need to work on that.

[dialyasuho]

— TEO TORRIATTE , first fifteen thousand meters

next ; iii. planning for stage 2｜table of contents

words ; 906 words

THE CLOCK hit 10 AM and fireworks shot into the air signaling for all the racers to take off! Avery had no plan to win this stage— but they still wanted to make it into the top 20. Even if Avery didn't plan to win, this was their final race. They wanted to at least leave SOME legacy.

Avery's plan at this Stage was just to stay back and watch everyone else. Compared to a lot of the other competitors, Avery... was very... very physically weak and really shit in a fight so...!

Avery wanted to watch the others to choose someone or someones to team up with to give themself a better chance at making it further into the race! So, this Stage was dedicated to watching!

The blonde man before, which is when Avery learned his name was 'Gyro Zeppeli', rushed the rest of the group into getting the lead— Diego Brando following close behind. Avery would rather DIE than team with Brando. No sir. No WAY. That was an IMMEDIATE no. Plus... something about Zeppeli drew Avery to him. Though— why? Avery wasn't so sure yet...

There were so many strong competitors Avery had no clue who single down... excluding Diego. Avery had 0 RESPECT for that guy! ACTUALLY— HE DOESN'T DESERVE TO EVEN BE IN AVERY'S THOUGHTS! SCREW THAT GUY!

Ah! DAMN IT! During their own thoughts, Diego was getting ahead on Gyro. Avery knew it was wrong to root for their competitors but... Avery from the back cheered on Gyro silently. They didn't care who won as long as it wasn't DIEGO.

Woah! Did— did Gyro destroy the bridge?! Ah! Yes! Gyro made it so Diego couldn't cross the bridge. YES! Brando fell behind, Avery — following the rest of the racers, Avery looked back at Diego finally BEHIND themself in a race and snickered. Diego caught their gaze and snicker, scowling at Avery with a deep disdain. To which Avery shrugged back at him before continuing forward.

Huh— what... insane person did Avery choose to watch and HYPOTHETICALLY team with?! Gyro Zeppeli went off course and went onto the brush or... would it be a forest? OH JESUS. Aahh... AVERY HAD TO FOLLOW THESE IDIOTS, DIDN'T THEY??

Avery followed Gyro and Johnny into the brush, weaving through the trees with their experience in jumping with Night Rider. They both had experience in obstacles like this so it didn't stress either of them out too much.

"Ignore the others! Just focus on weaving, girl," Avery softly said to Night Rider, trying to encourage her. Avery was a good few horses behind Johnny. 'Huh... maybe following Gyro wasn't such a bad idea?' Avery thought to themself...

Using that skill from past experience, Avery had successfully made their way through the brush without themselves or their horse getting injured at all! How lucky...! Avery was still a steady few horses length behind Johnny.

"What the— what is this?" Avery mumbled to themself as Pocoloco accelerated down the hill. It was a totally dumb move... right?

Everyone in this race was insane. That was what this entire Stage was telling Avery. Though— I suppose that was the price to hunger for something so strongly...

They continued their way down— no.

"H—huh?!" Avery exclaimed as they looked to the side just to see.. Pocoloco is FINE even after falling down his horse? Riding a cowskin?! This was absolute insanity! This was probably just the start of it considering this race was made up of insane people.

Oh! Sandman... that's what they had heard. He was... a Native American, from what Avery had recalled. He was running faster than the horses...! Now, that was technique. Avery was able to tell the technique with a good look. They were really impressed to say the least! He was using the impact and force of running... Woah! Using just the heel to manipulate the impact to his own favor. That had to take a lot of training and discipline. Avery almost wished they were physically capable to apply it to their own running— alas... they couldn't.

Avery just watched the front from a good few horses behind. Oh! They were soon approaching the end of the race. There were so many people at the finish line! Oh. No. Diego was CATCHING UP?! That was— unbelievable! In a matter of moments, Diego passed Avery.

"Better luck next time, Evermore," mocked Diego with a sardonic chuckle as he passed Avery. The NERVE of that man! He... he used Avery's horse as an air pressure shield! Avery had recognized that technique— having seen it from Diego a few times before.

How thankful was Avery to not be in the leading group. From what it looked from behind, it was a constant battle for the first place to the goal! Ah?! They were all lined up for the goal?! And... Woah! Gyro won the Stage... "Thank goodness that it wasn't Diego— especially after the little stunt he pulled before!" Avery cheered from behind silently, glad.

Avery had finished Stage 1 in 16th Place. Accomplishing their goal of making it into the Top 20, sure, they weren't as flashy as the people in the leading group but... the Top 20 was just the leading number— soon Avery will be consistently in the Top 10! Avery wasn't in this race to win after all.

Avery was in this race with the sole goal... to die.

[werebatz]

hey is there a way to like report or otherwise get rid of certain ads on mobile pls i'm desperate

[aphroditestempleimagines]

Dark Keith in Silvio's Chapter 9

Spoilers! - translation is not 100% accurate obviously, I'm taking a bit of creative liberty to make it sound like a book

Warning! - Foul language, Threats

So I'm basically writing this here instead of discord so it will be for everyone and not just the one I wish to send it to (you know who you are <3)

So anyway, Emma goes into town with Keith. She catches a glimpse of his other self at a point but quickly dismisses it. That's until later on...

After buying our sweets we headed up the hill, where we could catch a wonderful view of the town.

"We could sit over there", I said pointing out a few benches.

There was a calming peace around us. A tranquillity that showed in the birdsong that surrounded us. But soon that peace would be broken.

Before I knew it, Keith had circled behind me and placed his hand on my throat.

"You shouldn't choose your moves so poorly", his breath tickled my ear, "with such little effort from me you'll fall"

I was startled at the sudden change in his voice. "Prince Keith?"

He allowed me to turn around so I could face him, but that's when his fingers suddenly filled with force, clenching my airway enough for my breath to struggle to pass through. The gentle world around us had been so quickly replaced, and I felt my sweat run cold as the sound of my own heartbeat enveloped me.

"Please stop, prince Keith!", cried one of the knights that escorted us. He immediately rushed over, but Keith's hand did not budge from its spot.

"I haven't drawn my sword. It's but a joke", Keith gave him a reassuring smile, "And if she answers my questions, I promise I won't result to rudeness"

The next time he spoke he addressed me. "I don't want to hurt you carelessly", he said.

It's like....he's completely changed. I let my guard down around him when I shouldn't.

I tried to pull his hand away, but the difference in strength was soon made obvious to me.

There could only be one thing that he would ask. But the fact that I'm Belle must be kept a secret at all costs.

"I don't like roundabouts so I'll just get straight to the point", Keith's gaze turned serious once more.

I took a deep breath to calm down my racing mind as much as I could, and I braced myself for the words that would most definitely follow.

"A spy?", I murmured his last word as I processed his accusation.

"Are you...", he drew a deep breath and looked at me straight in the eye, "Are you an Obsidianite spy?"

Not Belle?

I somehow managed to suppress my surprise that was about to overflow.

"There's a disturbing rumour in Rhodolite right now", the prince's fingers tapped rhythmically on my skin, "I suspect he is the one at the core of it"

"What disturbing rumour?"

Keith's hand squeezed a little harder. "I'm the one asking the questions now", he said.

There's such a gap between the gentle Keith I knew and the Keith I saw before me that one would struggle to imagine they're the same person.

"There are three things I want you to tell me", said Keith. I could not avert my eyes as he listed, "Your purpose, your relationship with Gilbert and...who really you are"

No matter how you look at it he's got it all wrong. I haven't the faintest clue about what it takes to be a spy. It's an absurd allegation.

"Prince Keith, why did you think I was a spy?", my words came out struggled, but they still came out.

"You can't sell stones, can you?"

I did not understand what he meant. My baffled expression was all the response he needed to continue his thoughts.

"I see", he smiled, "You're good at playing dumb, aren't you?"

Before I could reply he explained.

"<<Selling stones>> is a secret code for buying and selling information from one country. To the man who said you couldn't sell stones, I would have replied <<Sorry for looking away>>"

~~~Disclaimer: I'm really not sure about this part above~~~~

Keith sighed. He did not seem to believe I didn't know anything of what he was saying and yet it was the truth.

"So they asked me if I wanted information, and I said I didn't need it because I was looking for other information"

"Wha...that's just a cruel accusation!", I couldn't help but cry out the moment he was done, "If you say that you have no choice but to respond that way!"

"If that's the case how do you explain the matter with Prince Gilbert?", he raised his voice over mine, yet still keeping it levelled and cool, "Gilbert is not so idle as to have a relationship with a noble lady. It's a big deal for Gilbert to go to [a place that is translated as Chin but I'm obviously missing smth]. That day, it would be reasonable to think that you were trading stones with him, that you couldn't tell anyone"

No way. Did Gilbert orchestrate all of this? Unlike Silvio, he knew who I was from the first time we met. He's been working all this time behind the scenes to solidify his "baseless accusation" that I'm Belle. If you think about it, there's no reason Prince Keith's explanation of the facts doesn't match.

"If you say otherwise I want you to give me a satisfactory explanation", Keith continued, "It is unreasonable for you to simply say you're a daughter of Rhodolite"

"Why?", I asked.

"I did a little research on you", he replied just as I feared, " I asked the Jade nobles living in Rhodolite about you and they said they've never seen you in their social circles. Funny, isn't it?"

He leaned in, his serious gaze pinning me to the ground as his words rang in my ears.

"You're not a young lady who just made her social debut", he continued, "A young lady talented enough to reside in the castle would be showing her face rather a lot in society"

I should have expected this. Not Rio, not even Sariel can manipulate the information going out of the Jade nobles' mouths. As the lies are revealed, I'm slowly driven to a dead end.

"I think you're falsifying your identity", Keith said again, "If you're an authorized spy from both countries, then there's a secret collusion between Obsidian and Rhodolite. If that's the case, even Jade, who is usually neutral, can't just ignore it"

He's got me. I bet Gilbert is laughing quite loudly right now.

I'm not a spy. But the excuse of "just being another noble lady" won't work anymore. The only way to convince Keith is if I reveal my identity. If I tell him I'm Belle. But I obviously can't do that.

"Your silence will be regarded as a confession", said Keith, as I desperately sought to find a way out. The hand around my neck grew stronger.

"Wait!", I managed to say, "You're confused. I'm not really an Obsidianite spy."

"That won't work. Come on. Spit out the truth. Let's get it over with."

I need to think. I have to figure something out by myself. Neither Rio, nor Sariel are here this time to help me.

"You seem truly unwilling to answer", the last hint of calm left his voice, "If so, I have no choice but to change the way I listen"

My breathing turned rapid and shallow at his declaration. I dug my nails into my palms to suppress the trembling of my body, but I was reaching my limit. My thoughts turned to a white screen in my mind. In that moment, I felt so helpless. He should have realised I had no weapons to fight him with. Maybe it would be best for the country if I gave in, hang my neck and lost consciousness. I made up my mind and closed my eyes, but my heart was selfishly screaming.

Somebody help. I'm...scared.

I bit down my lip, tasting blood. And that's when I heard the familiar jingling sound of jewellery.

That sound...

"Ha", a voice exclaimed behind my closed eyes, "Isn't this an interesting sight?"

The restraining hand slightly loosed its grip around my neck. I opened my eyes. What came into sight was Silvio's coat and aquamarine hair. He turned around to look in my face.

"Silvio...", I mumbled.

"Why are you here?", Keith inquired, cutting me off.

Silvio's words were light and friendly, and yet his eyes were the furthest thing from it.

"I just happened to be passing by"

He just happened to find himself in such a secluded spot?

Even if my heart denies it's possible, the person in front of me is not an illusion, nor a fantasy of my own making.

Silvio is trying to help me...

"You're searching for the woman's identity, are you not?", he gave Keith a confident smile. "I've been doing the same for quite some time", he said, "It's cheating to keep all the information to yourself you know"

Silvio's laugh radiated pride. He took me by surprise as he grabbed my jaw. Instead of helping, he made the situation even worse.

Now we've reached the worst situation possible. I was an idiot to expect anything different from him!

"Hey girl", Silvio brought my face close to his, "If you confess honestly, you won't have to worry about the consequences, alright?"

"I have nothing to confess", I made sure to state my words firmly.

"That's not going to satisfy that asshole. Ah, but...", Silvio stroked my chin with his thumb, "At least you're not an Obsidianite spy"

He must have heard the conversation from before. I guess he's been here for a while.

"How do you figure?", asked Keith.

Silvio's responded scornfully, "Do you really believe this woman is an Obsidianite spy?". Silvio looked back at me. "No matter how you view it, she's too stupid", he said, "Look how terrified she is. You're about to cry, aren't you?"

"Ι don't feel like crying", I furrowed my brows, looking at him in the eye.

"Look in the mirror and then speak, idiot", he told me, "Gilbert's direct spy? They don't compare to such a lowly woman"

After that, he turned back to Keith.

"You felt uncomfortable with this woman, right? Thought her strange."

Keith remained silent, but he seemed to be already thinking what Silvio then confirmed out loud.

"A spy trained by Gilbert would not let you feel uncomfortable in the first place. If a spy was that stupid, they would be terminated immediately"

"Then why does Gilbert show such interest in her?"

"There must be other reasons. From my perspective", Silvio let go of my and grabbed Keith's hand instead, "I don't know who she is, but she seems to be the favourite mistress of one of the Rhodolite princes"

That was a very outrageous statement. It was hard to believe the words came out of Silvio's mouth, the man who had been lately almost certain that I was Belle.

No. Silvio is...is he trying to protect me?

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Chapter 10 ` just a smidge to finish the scene

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"Are you serious?", Keith frowned.

"Ah, you see, unless such an ordinary woman, who seems to have no merit, is "favoured", then I don't see a reason for her to stay in the castle", Silvio seemed confident in his explanation, " Since the eye-patch bastard has his eye on her then perhaps she is Chevalier's or Leon's woman?"

"Emma, is that true?"

Keith's sudden question startled me out of my amazement.

"I ah...I can't say", I chewed on my words.

I chose to neither deny, nor affirm what Silvio said. Denying it was certainly out of the question since I would end up right back where we started. The topic of <<Who's mistress is it?>> becomes unavoidable and the lie is broken. But I couldn't say anything else without talking to Leon or Chevalier beforehand.

Even though I hinted I was someone's mistress, it would be better not to say so, nor say who's.

"However, just as Silvio said, I am not an Obsidianite spy. That's all I can say with confidence."

"I see", said Keith after a brief pause.

He still looked somewhat unconvinced, but he pulled his body away from me. I was finally able to breathe.

Did I make it through?

I took a step back and looked at Keith's face. The same gentle smile I knew adorned it. He was back to his usual self.

"I'm sorry Emma", he said, "Apparently, I misunderstood"

"Be careful you bastard", Silvio smiled as his lie won, "If you harm this woman, you don't know who you'll be going up against"

"Are you the one saying that to me, Silvio?"

"Oh, I'm fine"

Silvio stood next to me, his jewellery's jingling sound teasing my right ear.

Usually, that sound sends panic through my body, but today is different.

"Silvio...", the voice that left my lips was surprisingly faint.

"Hah, what happened to your good cheekiness?", Silvio suddenly wrapped his arm around my waist and lifted me up in his embrace. Normally, I'd be complaining but...I didn't have the energy to say anything back now.

"I'll take the woman. You finished your business, didn't you?", Silvio told Keith.

[haitaniplug]

CLASS PROJECT CHAPTER EIGHT

summary - you really want to go abroad for the summer, but your grades fucking SUCK, so your parents won’t allow you to until you get them up. you were so ready to focus on the rest of the year until you get partnered up with Rindou Haitani. The boy that comes into school once every blue moon. And to make matters worse, it’s a project where participation counts. So now it’s your job to harass Rindou into getting his shit straight.

tags - enemies to friends to lovers , angst , crack , college au, eventual smut , fluff.

status - ongoing

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Taglist: @q-the-rockaholic @crown5 @gumiwaka @hiimviolet @gulfkfl @espinahei

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“Okay, lookie here.” You pointed at the red squiggly lines on the screen, “Just click that and it fixes the spelling for you.”

“I feel so fuckin’ dumb.” Rindou rolled his eyes, leaning forward towards the laptop to fix his mistakes.

“Don’t feel that way! It’s kinda cute.” You said without thinking and Rindou turned to look at you.

You stared at him, not realising what just came out of your mouth. Rindou probably realised you had no clue what you said and felt like he was making a big deal out of it and shook his head, refacing the laptop.

“Do you live alone Rin?” You asked, “Everytime I come here, you’re home alone.”

“I live with my brother actually,” he said, eyes still fixated on the screen.”

“Ahh okay.” You nodded, looking around his house. “I really like your place. It seems so comfy and inviting.”

“Thanks.” He responded, not knowing what else to say to that. “When will I be able to see your house?”

“Um, maybe when pigs start to fly.” You chuckled, “my parents would never let me bring a boy over.”

“Your parents really suck hm?” He turned to face you, leaning his face on his palm, “not to be rude or anything— just you’re always complaining about them.”

“Well,” you began, “they’re the worst. But I love them. They’re so strict and care about my future more than me and my well being.”

Rindou nodded, staying silent letting you rant. “I could be passed out on the floor and they wouldn’t bat an eye, but if I fail a test— that’s bound to get a reaction from them.”

“Well damn—,” Rindou said, “sounds pretty hard to live like that.”

“It sucks yeah—,” you chucked, “but I’m used to it. Which is why I want to pass school and leave this place. Start fresh somewhere across the world.”

“Anywhere in mind?” Rindou grabbed a pen from the other end of the table, biting the lid off and starting to draw random shit on paper.

“USA to be honest. I always had a dream to just be somebody yknow? Cant be somebody here. It’s like, setting me back.”

“USA isn’t all that you know?” He turned to face you, “not to put you off or anything— just telling you to not be surprised if you spend all your money tryna get there just for it to suck.”

“Yeah but I’m willing to take that risk.” You smiled at him and he simply nodded. “Anyways, want to take a break?” He asked you.

You leaned over to look at the laptop, “you didn’t fix your mistakes Rindou.”

“Later, I want to go out. I’m bored.” He stood up from the table, tossing the paper he drew on into the bin.

“Go where?” You asked, your eyes following his own as he went to the front door and grabbed his shoes. “Anywhere I don’t care.”

As soon as he put his shoes on, Ran burst through the front door, almost hitting Rindou in the face. “Oh, my fault.” He laughed and rubbed Rindous head. “Where are you going?” Another voice came from behind Ran.

“Oh fuck no. Get out.” He pushed Sanzu out, but Sanzu shoved him aside, dramatically entering the living room. “Oh, hello there ma’am.” He winked at you and you simply waved, “hello.”

“RAN!” Sanzu shouted, “Rin has company,” you could practically hear the wink in his voice.

“Wait! No me and Rin aren’t—,” you stuttered, being too embarrassed to put the words together. “We are just working on the project!”

“Oh, so you’re his project partner,” Sanzu said, “Y/N was it?” He said the last part, turning to face Rindou, remembering the conversation they had the other day.

“Yeah, my name is y/n,” you shook his hand, “how did you know?”

“Rin’s been talking about you,”

“No!” He called out, removing his shoes, “No I haven’t. I just told you her name cause you’re NOSY as fuck.”

“Ran please get this pinkie out of here.” He faced Ran who just leaned against the wall, watching the entire thing.

“Y/n?” He suddenly called out to you.

“Yeah?”

“Mind heading upstairs with Rindou? I gotta take care of some things down here.” You nodded before he stopped you, “actuallt no— here.” He handed you some money, “you and Rindou go do some bonding, me and Sanzu have business to take care of in here.”

“Okay.” You smiled and took the money, walking over to the front where Rindou was too— putting on your shoes.

“Ready?” You asked and he sighed before putting his shoes back on and dragging you outside.

“Hehe, I love making Rin uncomfortable,” Sanzu’s scars stretched as he grinned from cheek to cheek.