#was on a time crunch with this one but im still proud of it

[h0dge-p0dge]

Happy Bday to the guy ever 🗣🗣

so ur just gonna bring me a birthday gift on my birthday to my birthday party on my birthday with a birthday gift?

[the-s1lly-corner]

Pocky game w/ various HH characters part 2/3

Idk if it's because I'm kind of.. bluugh.. but I'm craving eggs on toast rn but I cant tell if its because I actually want it or because my body is aware it's a comfort/easy/struggle food idk how body/mental stuff works

Characters: lucifer, adam, lute, emily, velvette, rosie

Notes: reader is gn, bonus hcs of what flavors i think the characters would like except the admin has one tried the og and C&C

CWs: none

LUCIFER

knows about the game vaguely, has never played it but hes very open to it if you offer and the two of you are already an item

though he will reject you if you two arent, even if hes already crushing on you. he DOES want to do it but i do think hes a little wary about anything like that that can lead to anything romantic or otherwise due to him still eating up his feelings over lilith

total sweet tooth just like his daughter, can see him being an almond crunch enjoyer!

when he does agree he does his best to make sure you get just as much of the pocky as him, very careful when kissing you because hes hyperaware of his teeth and the sound of them crunching and totally breaking the pocky has him a little on edge

but asides from that he has a lot of fun with it! too... "shy"(?) to ask to do it again, though

shy is likely not the right word... he wants to do it again but he doesnt want to make you feel obligated and hes still a little weird about asking for affection from you due to other feelings

ADAM

does not know the game but hes on board if you offer it up and explain what it is

not very picky about flavors but i can see him enjoying the original a lot more over the others!

total tease through the whole thing, will try to fully lean into a kiss if you let him

like other characters will probably just give you a short light hearted peck, but adam is very likely to give you something a little more if you let him

god forbid if you get some chocolate or crumbs on your face because he WILL do something

loves it if you get all red and flustered

LUTE

she doesnt really like sweets, but she is open to trying it with you if the two of you are already dating. very unlikely for her to agree if you two arent

does NOT know what to expect so you might have to explain what the game is so she knows what shes agreeing to

very competitive, tears through her half and probably dives into your half before you can realize whats going on

kind of crashes into your mouth a bit because shes so into it, doesnt mean to be so rough with you

pulls away very fast when she realizes what she just did, do not tease her about it because she will think youre genuinely criticizing her

can see her being a cookies n creme enjoyer if she were to ever crave the treat

EMILY

knows what the game is and loooooooves it! she thinks its sweet! pun intended!

agrees instantly if you offer it up, but shes likely to ask to play the game with you if she ever gets her hands on a box of pocky!

very giddy, keeps accidentally breaking the stick because shes just so into it, you guys have to keep starting over

quick little peck at the and and she feels so proud of herself for getting a little kiss from you- dont expect much else, though, the second the kiss happens shes pulling back and letting her energy out.. shes more controlled if you two are well into your relationship

cookies n creme enjoyer but i can see her liking matcha!

VELVETTE

hands down she is a crunchy strawberry enjoyer im sorry i dont make the rules. i think she might the cookies n creme flavor as well!

knows exactly what the game is, she spends a lot of time on the internet monitoring trends that shes seen it

not at all shy about it either, she knows what shes getting into and shes not going to let herself look like some flustered wreck- doesnt matter if you two are dating yet or not, shes going to stride in with pride

will tease you if you get embarrassed, bonus if youre the one who even suggested the game- she does this even if youre dating. actually shes more likely to do it if youre dating

similar to vaggie in the previous part, shes not going to go too fast so she doesnt look too eager... actually i can see her take her time just to toy with you

ROSIE

she may be a cannibal but i can see her having a bit of a sweet tooth! she just doesnt indulge in... actual proper sweets all that much!

not aware of the game but is open after you explain it to her, shes not easy to fluster so shes going to be very composed and collected during the game

if youre the opposite though, its going to encourage her to take the lead

quick and polite kiss, makes sure not to let her teeth cut you up... theres a time and a place for that but this is not the time OR place!

lets you have the rest of the box if you'd like, though she doesnt deny any extra pieces you give to her

teases you for getting so flustered over a game you suggested, but she doesnt mean any harm behind it

strawberry enjoyer but i can see her liking the matcha and the almond crunch

[stvrlightgirl]

✧˖°. Down Bad ✧˖°.

a/n: Being inspired by my own post about primary school teacher!remus lupin I decided to write something small (possible series of drabbles in the future maybe, who knows?) just to warm up a bit. I changed a few things on the way, so just enjoy! Im not very proud about this one, but im gonna post it anyway ;p Reposts and comments are always welcome!

Also, English is not my first language, and it's kinda obvious hehe

summary: One day, it hits him like a ton of bricks - he had a massive crush on a new teacher, and it's you.

tw: none, just fluff, Remus is a lovesick puppy

pairing: teacher!remus lupin x teacher f!reader

wc: 502

Ever since you’ve started working as a new teacher, Remus couldn’t stop thinking about you. 

It was hard not to, actually. Your class was across his own, and your door were always opened, so he could hear your group having their best time with you.

You were truly amazing. He could see it in the way that you were taking care of those kids, almost as if all of them were your own. And it amazed him. That affectionate gleam in your eyes, when you crouch down to a little girl, who ran towards you while being in the playground, tears streaming down her cheeks for an unknown reason. 

He could see from the window of his own class how you comforted her, how gentle you were with her. And it just moved something in him. 

Remus's fingers dug into the stress ball he held in his hand, the soft material crunched under his grip as he squeezed it tighter. His other hand supported his chin, a pensive expression on his face as he gazed out the window.

He was so fucked up right now. 

And when he was just about to go back to grading tests, his heart skipped a beat when you stood up and looked in his direction. Out of all the windows facing the playground, your eyes somehow found his immediately. It was as if you had a sixth sense of knowing exactly where he was.

Remus felt a wave of panic rise within him, his heart pounding in his chest. He was screwed, because now that you were looking at him, there was nowhere to hide. The connection between your eyes felt almost magnetic, pulling him closer against his better judgment.

And the moment, when you softly waved at him and gave him a sweet smile, your cheeks all flushed from the cold autumn wind, he felt as if all the oxygen had been sucked out of the room.

He managed to collect himself enough to wave back, his heart still pounding in his chest. When his hand moved back and forth, signaling a greeting, he couldn't help but notice how awkward it must look, and that just made him blush even more. 

But he didn't care, because the fact that you took the time to wave at him, to acknowledge his presence, was enough to send his mind spiraling.

And as the autumn wind picked up and swept through the playground, Remus couldn't help but notice how your hair escaped the confines of your scarf. The tendrils of your hair danced freely in the air, each individual strand twirling and fluttering with a life of its own.

It was a small, simple moment, but it captivated his attention in a profound way. He couldn't tear his eyes away from you. That moment, was the point when he knew he was truly lost.

And it made him realize how deeply smitten he was with you, and that he had to do something about it, before it’ll be too late.

[soulseobie]

young love - jongseob x reader

dedicated to all my seob pookies out there (˶ ˘ ³˘)ˆᵕ ˆ˶)

you release a shaky breath, the sound of crashing waves filling your ears as a cold breeze washes against you. you lean against the hood of your car, the cold metal keeping you grounded as you scan for jongseob.

you had just crawled into bed when you received a rather cryptic text from seob, urging you to meet him at your normal beach spot. you couldn't possibly imagine what was so important that he would drag you out of the house at 2am, but here you were: waiting on him.

you hear the sound of sand crunching under the wheels of a skateboard, prompting you to look towards the source of the sound. your eyes meet and you notice the dark eye bags that have formed, probably from the lack of sleep. “i hope there was a good reason to call me out here, seob. i’m freezing my ass off!” you exclaim rubbing your hands up and down your arms to generate heat, to no avail.

his eyes soften as he reaches you, flashing a toothy grin. “you should’ve worn a jacket. here, take mine.” he mumbles before shedding the layer keeping him warm. “then you’ll be freezing your ass off, dingus.” you roll you eyes, still accepting the jacket he drapes over your shoulders. “so… why are we out here, seob? you made it seem pretty urgent.” you twiddle your thumbs, too nervous to meet his eyes.

he takes a deep breath before opening his mouth to speak, “i know we’ve been friends for a long time now.” he bites his lip nervously. “and this will probably ruin everything..” his hand reaches for yours, intertwining your fingers with his. “but i can’t hold it in anymore.” he takes another deep breath before continuing, “i like you, y/n. like… more than friends… i like like you..” he fumbles over his words, the nervousness obviously consuming him.

“i understand if you don’t feel the same way, but i couldn’t hold it in any longer.” he sighs, scratching the back of his head with his free hand. “that’s what you dragged me out of bed for?” you punch his arm, a look of surprise washing over his face. you free your hands before bringing them up to cup both sides of his face, “of course i like you too, dumb dumb. i thought i was making it too obvious.. and that you were the one that didn’t like me back.” you giggle, your thumbs caressing his cheeks slightly.

“well.. that’s a relief.” he giggles, “i think this is the part where we kiss.” you roll your eyes, pulling his face towards yours, your lips connecting softly. you feel his arms circle around your waist, pulling you closer to his midsection as your lips move in sync.

he may be dumb, but at least he’s yours.

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｡°(°.◜ᯅ◝°)°｡ i’m not that proud of this one but its been sitting in my drafts for a few days i dont know how to make it better

thanks for reading ( ∩´ ᐜ `∩)♡ im gonna try and write regularly, send me ideas! („• ֊ •„)੭

[werepuppy-steve]

can't you hear that scratching (it can hear you)

baby's first microfic! im actually really proud and happy with this one

@steddiemicrofic october prompt: suck | wc: 480 | cw: none

"Babe, are you ready yet? Robin's already at the Wheeler's and we still gotta stop at the store for candy." Steve stands in front of the bathroom mirror, trying to get his hair slicked back just right, before securing Eddie's folded bandana around his forehead and finishing the look with a white construction hat.

"I think the Sinclair's are gonna do like a joint thing? I don't know, Nancy has the details, but we're setting up tables in the front yard." Steve waits for a reply, but frowns when he's met with silence. "Eds?"

He walks into their bedroom to find it empty, Eddie nowhere in sight. "Babe?" He checks the guest rooms, downstairs, the kitchen. Steve looks out the window over the sink and sighs when he sees Eddie's van gone.

"Asshole," he mutters to himself. "Could've told me he was going ahead." He checks himself in the mirror by the door and smooths down his fake mustache before grabbing his keys and throwing his jacket on.

He unlocks the Beemer and tries to ignore the feeling of eyes on him.

-

Maple Street is already packed with kids by the time he gets there. He pulls into the Wheeler's driveway and is even more confused when he doesn't see the van. Nobody at the house as seen him, either, and Steve pushes down his worry as he helps Karen and Sue stock the candy bowls.

As the night progresses, there's still no sign of Eddie. The kids come by a couple times but they haven't seen him either. Steve sneaks around the back of the house for a smoke when it gets closer to curfew. What if something happened to him on the way? He takes a nervous drag and a flash in the woods catches his attention. Immediately, he's on alert, eyes scanning the treeline.

It happens again. Against his better judgement, he investigates.

Leaves crunch under his shoes the further into the woods he gets. The hair on the back of his neck stands up, the feeling from earlier back. His stomach drops and his hands shake, cold washing over him as his eyes dart across the darkness.

He's being hunted.

He keeps his breathing under control but there's a swoosh from above and Steve suddenly finds himself face down in the dirt before he can scream. He thrashes and tries to knock whatever it is off him, desperately grasping at the dirt. Then, there's a hand on the back of his head and low, familiar chuckling in his ear.

"Looks like I win."

Steve's body goes limp with a muffled groan. The hand on his head disappears and he rolls over to see the smug grin on his boyfriend's face. Eddie's eyes flash red in the darkness and his grin turns feral, like the predator he is.

"Whadda'ya say, Stevie? Gonna let me suck your blood?"

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Bucktommy fic while im on vacation (Tummy)

(Inspo from that one bucktummy post even though I don't remember the user's name)

Buck and Tommy were on Buck's couch watching a movie, Tommy was laying on the couch with his head on Buck's lap,enjoying a head massage as he slowly started to feel sleepier.

Buck looked down at his boyfriend,letting out a smile seeing How calm and pleased he looked,but suddently he realized that his sweater had risen a little, revealing his tummy a little.

He hated It.He hated It a lot,he could never understand It,how is It that he ate healthy,work out and was quite ripped but he still had that fucking pudge for a tummy?

He grabbed the hem of his sweater and stretched it hiding his tummy,and then he shifted uncomfortably on the couch with a hand over It trying to push It inside as if that was gonna do something,and of course,Tommy clocked all that.

He turned his head to the side and with a sleepy voice he spoke.

What's wrong...? Muttered Tommy

Buck gave him a slightly anxious look

Oh uh...n-nothing....sorry I didn't meant to wake you Up....

Tommy didn't believed him,in fact he knew him too well to know that wasn't truth.He looked at Buck's hand,the one that was still over his tummy.

Then he looked at Buck and raised an eyebrow.

Buck realized what his boyfriend was looking at and quickly put the hand away.

Evan....He Said almost sounding like a father scolding his child

You didn't woke me Up to lie to me....

Buck sighed "of course I didn't" he thought.

I just....Buck spoke hesitant I was just thinking....

Of what? Asked Tommy

About how I should be doing more crunches....or half wipers....

Tommy quickly sat back Up,a look of sheet horror in his eyes.

What?! Nooooo! whyyy? He whined sounding really worried and sad

As incredible as it seemed to Buck, that must have been the time when he saw the most emotions on his boyfriend's face.

And even though It was sweet,It surprised and confused him.

He frowned as he answered

Because I....wanna loose weight? He Said,still confused as to why Tommy seems to care that much.

But WHYYY!? Tommy whined with sad puppy eyes

Buck looked at him confused as hell

Because I wanna be more aesthetically pleasing...

Oh aesthetically please my ass! You're not gonna take this away from me! He Said as he hugged him tight and burried his face in Buck's tummy

Buck was surprised,"Did he just basically said he liked my-?" He looked down at Tommy

You....you like It? He asked confused and surprised

Tommy looked at him

Of course I like It Evan! Look at It,its wonderful...He Said as he burried his face on his tummy again.

Buck's cheeks were red as two tomatoes

O-oh....alright then...He muttered embarrased

Tommy Said something but It was hard for Buck to understand him due that the sound came out muffled with his tummy

What? He asked

Tommy looked at him.

Say something self-depricating again,I dare you...Said Tommy serious.

Buck looked at him wide-eyed.

I just- I just Said I wanted to loose the tummy fat....

Oh you think you need to do that? Tommy raised an eyebrow.

Well yeah I....feel kinda ugly....

Before Buck could say anything else Tommy raised the hem of his sweater pulled his mouth Close to Buck's tummy and started biting and suck It as he tickled Buck's sides,which send Buck into a fit of laugh.

No! No no no no no NO! Tommy! AH! Ahaha... hahaha...Tommy! He Said in between laughs

As he continued to tickle him,Tommy got on to of his boyfriend and looked down on him with a proud smile

He stopped the tickles

How do you feel?

As Buck was catching his Breath he looked at Tommy with a teasing smile,knowing Damm well what he was doing.

Ugly! He answer with a smirk

Wrong answer! He Said as he returned to the tickles,this time also tickling his neck

AHH! Noo! Noo! HELP! He Said while laughing and squirming under Tommy's tickles

Tommy have him another chance.

How are you?

Evan let him win.

Beautiful....He Said while catching his Breath and chuckling (secretly loving How Tommy is making him feel so loved).

And what else? Tommy raised an eyebrow

And...really handsome....He Said with a light blush on his cheeks and a shy smile

Exacly....stated Tommy

So don't you ever try to take away my pillow....He let his head fall on Buck's tummy again

Evan just laughed as he continued the head massage he was giving Tommy before.

[heliianth]

longest thing ive written in forever & despite it being unedited and also like 3AM im proud of it so im posting

The grass crunched. A cool shade fell over his back, he could feel the presence there. Shadow only hugged his knees tighter.

Sonic sat down, of course it was him. His feet kicked against the cliff face, small rocks bounced away and into the swirling sea. The setting sun lit up his face and turned his eyes golden. He paid Shadow no mind, staring out onto the horizon with an unfamiliar expression.

“What do you want?“ Shadow's voice came hoarse in his throat.

Sonic only glanced his way. ”To sit with you for a bit. That okay?”

“Do as you wish.”

“Alright.”

The waves churned beneath them, the radiant and otherworldly hum of Angel Island an ambient backdrop. The dusk light embraced the water gently, orange glow wavering, before slowly creeping beyond and leaving the world with blackness. Already the nighttime was cold. A light breeze bit into Shadow's skin. It split him open, peeled something off and carried it out of reach. Small layers of protection shed with the slightest nudge. He had company. What was wrong with him?

He found himself counting, five in through his nose and five out through his mouth. But the air was so thick despite the altitude, he felt his nose and esophagus clogging.

“Shadow,” Sonic's voice cut through it all like a hot knife. He shifted and it drew Shadow's head up. “I've never told anyone this, okay? Not even Tails. So promise you won't snitch.”

Sonic held up a gloveless paw, head still turned away and pinkie outstretched. Shadow frowned. The fur on his palms was darker, almost cream, compared to the peach on the rest of his arms. His pads were darker than that, a brown that looked black in the low lighting.

Shadow looked down at his own bare paws where they clenched the fur on his legs. Slowly, he pried one of them away and linked a red pinkie with Sonic's.

Sonic hid his profile. Cold air separated them again. But after a few seconds, he shrugged to himself, and admitted, “I know who my parents are.”

The breeze picked up, adopting a slight howl.

“I've had lots of people come to me and tell me they're my parents.“ Sonic laughed, but it came out heavy. Bitter in a way he'd never heard, almost alien coming from the blue hedgehog's mouth. ”Comes with being famously orphaned, y’know? Whatever.“

Shadow stayed silent.

“She emailed me, with the, um,” he waved a paw around, “the public address Tails set up. For fans. He assumed it was like the other times: someone making something up for attention. So I ignored it.“

His brows furrowed, eyes tracking Sonic's arm as it lowered so he could tear up a handful of grass and toss it over the cliff. It fluttered away in the wind. He could feel its fingers, its breath, climb between his teeth; ”How'd you figure out she wasn't lying?“

”It was mostly a gut feeling.” Another shrug. “There were also pictures. She asked if I wanted to meet up. Promised she wouldn't go public with it either way, told me she just wanted to see if I was doing alright and... apologize in person.”

“Did you go?” Shadow felt his body lean forward, eagerly listening despite himself.

A second clump of grass went into the sky. “Nah.”

Something molten welled up inside of him. He couldn't keep the venom off his tongue when he snapped, “Why not? She clearly loved you if she reached out.”

”I don't remember a lot of my life, before Eggman. Maybe she loved me.“ Their eyes finally met. ”But that didn't matter to her then. It wasn't enough.“

Shadow tore his gaze away, back onto the water. His paw, the one he'd used to linked pinkies, dug into the dirt. His talons gouged a chunk out. ”You don't forgive her.“

Sonic went quiet for a moment. “The way I see it what's done is done, yeah? I'm over it.”

Shadow could tell Sonic was trying to regain eye contact, felt his paw meet his shoulder like a gunshot. He flinched away, vision blurring. Sonic didn't chase it.

“I'm just telling you... you're not alone, Shadow.”

Shadow squeezed the muddy clod of earth in his fist so hard he could feel it ooze. His breaths came quick and sharp, he wanted to do something. Turn and scream at Sonic for doing this to him. He'd rejected his responsibility, the one Shadow gave him, Shadow's whole life, like it was an unsavoury article of clothing. And then he sat down and talked to him like he could understand. What could he know about loneliness? Adored by humanity, revered as a hero. Successful in all the ways Shadow would not be, even as the Ultimate Lifeform.

He wanted to kill him. The yearning was horribly safe, it buzzed in his head like a heater.

Instead, he curled up into a pathetic ball. And this time, when the nighttime wind blew in from a new direction, Sonic shielded him from the chill.

[aliorsboxostuff]

hey there! love your work. was wondering if you could do an overstimulated neurodivergent/autistic reader hurt+comfort with tangerine boyfriend? if youre uncomfortable writing that its okay just an idea!!! have a nice day :)

A/N: ABSOLUTELY ANON yk im somewhat of a neurodivergent myself aha. And while I'd like to say i'm experienced with writing these sort of fics, each and every one of us experiences overstimulation differently, so in this fic, i want to take the idea of Social Overstim (Where you're used to follow a specific pattern or schedule in a day but it suddenly doesn't go the way it should've) Enjoy y'all!

Pulse

TANGERINE X M!READER

tags: Tangerine x m!Reader, autistic!Reader, soft!Tangerine, domesticity, panic attacks, overstim (and not the good kind :[ ), hurt-comfort, cuddling

What happens when your usually efficient schedule turns on its axis, so now it's up to Tangerine to take care of you.

—

you prided myself on being an efficient and vigilant intel agent. You weren't necessarily the tidiest; with your reports usually being bull points of highlighted information squished together with habits your nitpick from the target, but you send them on time and with enough information, so, the title goes. Efficient and vigilant. 

The agency has benefited from your intel multiple times, making you the head of the agency's intel program. You remembered the ceremony when they promoted you; Tangerine and Lemon stood behind the crowd of executives, proud smiles on both of their faces. You could never forget the way Tangerine pulled you aside and gave you a bone crunching hug, not to mention the soul sucking blowjob later that night. 

Your brain's functions simply; follow schedules, add chores that needs to be done for the day, don't forget to kiss Tangerine goodbye for the morning, and do hobbies after work. Each and every day, you follow that specific pattern of events in order to maximize your productivity. Maybe that's why you were efficient, you have a schedule and that schedule must be followed.

Today isn't any different.

You awake minutes before Tangerines, soaking up the warmth of your boyfriends bare chest while you study the little details on his serene structure. The slight flutter of his lashes, sharp bones shape the devastatingly beautiful face of his, parted lips that tempt you to kiss them, even down to his mustache, slightly askew from moving around at night. You smile, pressing a kiss to your boyfriend's temple before sliding out of the bed and padding into the bathroom.

You took your time getting ready after a shower, spraying your favorite cologne before combing back your hair, the suit you laid out last night already worn as today's armor. 

When you exit the bathroom, Tangerine is still sleeping soundly, though his position has changed. He's no longer on his side, opting to curl in on himself and cuddle your pillow, grumbling slightly. When it was the start of your relationship, you were worried Tan was having nightmares with the way he clings to your leftover scent, but now you know he's just missing you in bed so he acts as a sponge to the smell on your pillow. You chuckle as you walk past him, opening the bedroom door softly to walk into the apartment.

You set yourself on making him breakfast, as usual. The coffee maker is already running so you scour the fridge for breakfast items. You noticed the eggs have run out, and so has the pancake mix. You'll have to add that to the grocery list. For now, breakfast will have to be toast with butter. 

When you've pressed down on the toaster and started to work on your beverage of choice, you hear a slew of swears, before the steady thrum of the shower follows, notifying you of your boyfriend's awakening. 

Sure enough, not long after you've settled on the kitchen island with two plates of toast and sipping on your mug, Tangerine walks out ready for the day. Immaculate suit accentuates your boyfriend's lean body as he saunters to the island, crisp gray suit and pants, sleek tie in place, equipped with his shoulder holsters that pushes at his dress shirt making you look away in order to avoid a tight pants. taking his seat next to you, he kisses you with a mumble of "Good morning" before he starts eating.

When you've finished your plate and placed them in the sink, precisely on time; Lemon comes barging into yours and Tangerines apartment with a cheer. "Morning brotha's!" 

He slips next to Tangerine, steals a toast, before he starts debriefing the man with any and all upcoming missions, against his will of course. He doesn't mind, it's the way the twins start their morning, so it has become a part of yours and Tan's routine.

While Lemon gives Tangerine a choice of either going to Prouge or Jakarta for their next mission,—"Because we're ain't goin' to Germany again mate,"—You got your case ready, umbrella in hand.

"Don't forget your dagger belt and extra ammo dear, I've shined your favorite butterfly knife and left it on the dresser so bring that too alright?" Stepping around the boys as you made sure you've strapped on your watch and rings, before passing behind Tangerine and pressing a short kiss on his lips, earning a smile from the brunette, and patting Lemon on the back before you make your way to the hallway leading to the door. 

Last check for any stray hair strands before you deemed it sufficient, and slip on your work shoes. 

"Have a great day love! See you tonight!" Tangerine calls. You couldn't help the familiar smile.

"You too dear, love you!"

"Love ya' too!" And the door closes behind you.

The start of the day is like any other, setting up for another perfect day.

—

Is what you would say, if it did turn out per scheduled. 

When you arrived at work, at your usual time which is 8 AM sharp, you fellow intel agents seemed on edge as you made your way to your desk. Not a minute passes before an alarm rings, indicating a mission gone rogue and a number of Intel agents are needed on their desk. An emergency you anticipated of course, if it weren't for the multiple rogue missions, needing every agent on deck.

So you spent the better half of the morning making sure Lioness—a rookie agent that transferred from the Philippines—did not get shot in an alleyway in Europe and finally secured at her extractions site. The whole time you needed you constantly spin a pen in your hand in order to maintain focus. 

Another half of the day was spent compiling all of the lost files from the rogue missions and making sure your coworkers were compiling theirs, asking them to send it to you once they have. Hence, another 3 hours in front of your monitor while you organize each and every incident report, damages and expenses needed to be covered by the agency. 

When you finally have time for yourself, the clock strikes 3 PM which is already past lunch, but despite it all you still walked to the cafe to get your usual meal. You'd usually order yourself a cup of coffee and a pastry of your choice, the thought of a sweet baked goods to fix the day excited you. 

When you arrived at the cafe, sadly what's only available was your coffee since their baker has fallen sick today, so the cafe is unable to provide any pastries. You smile, says it's alright, and took your coffee back to your desk. 

5 PM rolls around, your coworkers begins filling out of their work areas. You packed your case, made sure to throw out any trash that was on your desk, and follow the others as they make their way to the elevator and up. Once on the surface, you said your goodbyes and head home.

On the train ride home, it was oddly crowded that what you're used to. People lining up and pushing you until somehow you ended up in the middle of it all, holding on for dear life. Maybe you've miscalculated the time you went home because it's never this crowded, never this humid. A miscalculation, of course.

"Honey, I'm home," You called, hearing Tangerine shuffle inside the house.

"Kitchen!" He relies, clearly engrossed in whatever dinner item he's making. You slip off your work shoes and loosen your tie, oddly enough you feel it as if it's choking you. While you walk through the hallway shedding your jacket, Tangerine, with his pink 'kiss the cook' apron, peaks his head from behind the opened fridge doors. "Are we outta eggs?" 

Fuck, the eggs! And the pancakes, and the… I was supposed to go grocery shopping today. Shit! Why did i… no, fuck, i forgot i-

"Hey, hey, darling?" You blink, blurry vision unable to identify the person in front of you, though the velvety voice gives you an idea. "Love, angel, are you alright?" His voice wavers, worried. Why was Tangerine worried?

Strong hands hold your arms, not pushing or pulling, just there. Slowly, blinking the droplets away until they run down your cheek, you make out the striking blue and adorable curls in front of you. His brows are furrowed, bowing until he reaches your level. Slowly. painstakingly slow, he leads you to the couch until you've sat, then he cradles your head into the crook of his neck, the sudden scent of Tangerine—Your Tangerine—makes you slightly dizzy. 

"Slowly, my dear, focus on my pulse," He whispers, running gentle hands through your hair, pulling you closer. You breathe in, the smell of sandalwood and cigarettes and Tangerine fills your lungs. Breathing out, you feel the steady pulse of your boyfriends under your ear. "There we are," He continues to comb your hair, occasionally rubbing at your nape, down to your back.

"I…" You began, before tears spilled over and you had to hiccup and force yourself to inhale in order to not choke on yourself. Tangerine holds you through it. "I'm sorry it's…" 

"Don't apologize love, it's alright," You inhale, shakily you find the energy to crawl into Tangerine's lap, your boyfriend hauling the rest of your weight into his lap until you sit comfortably. 

"Tired…" You finally managed through ragged breath. "Everything was… wrong. Too much,"

"Okay. Alright angel," He cuddles you closer until you hear the beat of his heart, your head against his chest, large hands securing your back and rubbing gently. The wall broke. Thick droplets run down your cheeks, your breath coming in short as you bury your face into your boyfriend's shirt. Knuckles white as you cling to the fabric, quivers wreck your whole frame. You try to inhale, only to sob and double over, curling in on yourself while trying to burrow deeper into Tangerine's warmth, become one and leave the living because everything is too much. 

Tangerine holds you through it, a steady rhythm of heartbeats and rubbing soothingly up and down your back. Occasionally, he runs his hands through your locks, untangling the stress of today. He waits, oh so patiently. until your breathing slowly comes back around, your body's shaking subsides and the tears are dried into sniffles. 

"Alright?" His voice lulls you, you meekly nod in response. Tangerine nods back, before he stands up with you in his arms, making you jump and wrap around his neck.

"Tan!" You chuckle into his curls, the man simply hums as he walks through the house, carrying you bridal style. "What are you doing!" 

"Takin' care of ya. Obviously, dinner can wait, but you my dear," He stops, blue eyes meet yours. "Can not wait." 

He unceremoniously dumped you on the bed, making you giggle. He drapes the comforter on you and fluffs the pillow. "M'gonna grab some water and a snack, be right back alright luv," 

Oh, does his accent get thicker when he's sappy like this? You thought, which made you grin into the pillow you're currently hugging.

True to his words, Tangerine comes back with 2 bottles of water and your favorite chips, the ones you saved for movie nights when you and your boyfriend get the chance. He places them on the nightstand before stripping his shirt, your eyes rakes the expanse of Tangerine's defined abdomen.

"Let's get you outta these yea?" He gestures to what's left of your suit. 

"Oh! right, yeah," You shimmy out of your vest and dress shirt, then your pants, leaving you bare with your undershirt and boxers. 

"You want a sweater or a hoodie tonight?" Tangerine rummages through the dresser, his brows furrowed in search of your chosen article.

"Sweater, i think," He nods, grabbing one of your softer ones and helping you settle in them. Once you are nestled in the cocoon of pillows and blankets, Tangerine joins the pile and wraps his arms from behind you, pulling your body until you're settled between his legs. You sigh, arching your head until it rests on your boyfriend's strong shoulders.

"I know how important your schedule is," He runs his fingers through your hair. "And how overwhelmed you can get,"

"Tomorrow, we'll take a break from our pattern, spend a day at home, yea?" 

"What about your mission?"

"I'd drop the whole world to spend time with you, the mission can kiss my arse," 

You spend the rest of the night talking about your day to Tangerine, your boyfriend listening intently and answering if needed. He also explained the briefing with Lemon and what his next missions entails, when he's going to leave and with who. But honestly, you could care less about when your boyfriend is leaving if he's currently spending his precious time pampering you.

[paigeswiftsea]

this is my last prewritten chapter..... im a shell of a person.

link to ao3

wc: 2.6 k

Sabine stared at the swirling energy of the portal, her heart thudding in her chest. She had always been so sure of herself—cold, calculated, and unflinching. But seeing Blaire thrown into that abyss by Darko, seeing the fear in her eyes before she vanished—it was a crack in the armor Sabine had built for herself over the years. The façade she had so carefully crafted, the one that had kept her at the top of her game, now felt like a prison.

She leaned against Khaan, her trusted steed, his warmth grounding her as her mind raced. She didn’t want to be trapped between light and dark, forced to pick a side in a war she didn’t fully believe in. Sabine wanted more—her own path, something that didn’t align her with Garnok’s madness or the Soul Riders’ naïve ideals. She wanted to live by her own code, her own morality, not constantly bound to Mr. Sands’ orders or Dark Core’s ambitions.

But it wasn’t that simple, was it?

As the last of the Dark Riders vanished into the night, Sabine remained behind, her gaze fixed on the spot where Blaire had disappeared. She felt trapped in a way she had never been before. She kept up her tough exterior, masking her hesitation and doubt, but the thought of Blaire being harmed gnawed at her. The girl had become a complication, a constant in her mind, and it wasn’t just the kiss. It wasn’t just Blaire’s stubbornness or determination. It was something deeper, something Sabine didn’t know how to deal with.

She didn’t want to watch Blaire suffer. She didn’t want to hurt her. But how could she protect Blaire without betraying the others—without betraying herself?

Sabine closed her eyes, her fingers gripping Khaan’s reins tighter as old memories surfaced. Her parents. The never-ending struggle to please them, to be the daughter they wanted, and when that failed, the suffocating feeling of disappointment. That’s when Sands had found her, swept her up in his promises of power and respect. He had been proud of her, or at least, he had made her feel that way. Sabine had swallowed it all, every word, because it was better than feeling worthless. But now, after years of following orders, she wondered if it had been real at all.

Was Sands proud of her because he truly cared? Or was she just another pawn, manipulated to fit his schemes?

Sabine hated the uncertainty. She hated the fact that no matter what she chose, someone would be disappointed. Sands, the Dark Riders, Blaire. No matter what, she would let someone down.

With a heavy sigh, she stood, patting Khaan’s neck before turning toward the sea. The night air was cool against her skin, a reminder that time was running out. She couldn’t stay here forever, wrestling with her thoughts.

Maybe that’s why, after what felt like hours, Sabine found herself walking toward the small boat docked at the edge of the cove. She hadn’t planned it, but her feet carried her forward, her mind too clouded to stop herself. The boat rocked gently as she stepped aboard, the sea quiet and still, as if waiting for her.

She was going to Cape Sorrow. Sabine didn’t know what she was expecting to find there, but she knew she had to go. If she didn’t confront this, if she didn’t make a choice, she would lose herself completely.

As she untied the boat and pushed off from the shore, Sabine felt the weight of her dilemma pressing down on her, but for the first time, she allowed herself to feel it. To sit with it.

Sabine wasn't sure who she would become by the time she reached Cape Sorrow, but she knew one thing—whatever happened, it would be on her terms.

Blaire looked up at sabine, trying to make her way over to blaire over the rocks and cmall cliffs and rocky edges. "Hey, you came." Blaire said softly.

Sabine paused, her boots crunching against the jagged rocks as she carefully navigated the uneven terrain. The night was cool, a faint breeze coming off the sea as the waves crashed below. Blaire's voice cut through the quiet, soft but filled with something that made Sabine's chest tighten.

"Of course I came," Sabine replied, her tone more casual than she felt inside. She hopped over a small crevice and landed near Blaire, steadying herself on the rocks. Her gaze shifted to Blaire’s weary face, the shadows under her eyes, the exhaustion that radiated from her in waves.

Blaire sat perched on a narrow ledge, her knees drawn up, staring out into the dark waters. She looked like she had been through hell—because she had. The weight of it all was etched into her features, but there was something else in her eyes now. A quiet strength, a resilience Sabine had never quite seen in her before.

"I wasn’t going to leave you here alone," Sabine added, lowering herself to sit beside Blaire. She didn’t look at her right away, her eyes focused on the horizon. "Not after everything."

Blaire turned her head slightly, watching Sabine for a moment, trying to read her. "Why?" It wasn’t a demand, but a simple question, layered with confusion and curiosity.

Sabine stayed silent for a few heartbeats, her mind racing with thoughts she hadn’t quite figured out how to express. Why? Because she couldn’t bear the thought of Blaire being alone in this nightmare, or because her own feelings had become a tangled mess she couldn’t untangle?

"I don’t know," Sabine finally admitted, her voice low. "I’m trying to figure it out."

Blaire looked down at the rocky ground beneath her feet, her fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns in the dirt. "I thought… maybe you wouldn’t care. Not really."

Sabine clenched her jaw, feeling a pang of guilt at Blaire’s words. "I do care," she said quietly, her voice more honest than it had been in a long time. "More than I want to admit."

Blaire glanced up, surprise flickering in her tired eyes. "Then why do you stay with them?"

Sabine shifted, the weight of the question heavy in the air. "Because... I’ve been with them for so long, Blaire. I don’t know how to be anything else. But that doesn’t mean I want this." She gestured vaguely to the dark island, the chaos they were both caught in. "It doesn’t mean I want to hurt you."

Blaire gave a weak laugh, though there was no humor in it. "You sure have a funny way of showing it."

Sabine winced, but she didn’t argue. Blaire was right. "I know," Sabine said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I’m here now."

The silence between them stretched out, both of them lost in their thoughts. Sabine could feel the pull of the sea, the isolation of Cape Sorrow, and for a moment, it felt like they were the only two people in the world.

Blaire eventually leaned her head back against the rocky ledge, her eyes closing for a brief moment. "I don’t know what’s going to happen next, Sabine," she murmured. "I don’t know if I can keep doing this."

Sabine’s heart clenched at the vulnerability in Blaire’s voice. "You don’t have to do it alone," she said, almost to herself.

Blaire’s eyes flickered open, turning toward Sabine. "And what about you? What side are you on, Sabine?"

Sabine looked at Blaire, her heart hammering in her chest. "I’m still figuring that out," she admitted. "But right now? I’m on your side."

For the first time in what felt like forever, Blaire gave a small, tired smile. "Good. Because I don’t think I can keep going without knowing that."

Sabine didn’t respond, but she reached out, her fingers brushing against Blaire’s for a moment—a quiet promise. They sat there in the dark, the weight of their choices pressing down on them, but for now, it felt a little less heavy.

After a few moments of silence, Blaire looked up again, watching as Sabine sat next to her stretching her legs out. Blaire opened up her mouth to speak, then closed it. With a small sigh she eventually asked, “That night, after… you know the whole Erissa thing. You told Linda that my Balnace idea was stupid. Did you mean it?”

Sabine flinched, her gaze dropping to the ground. The question hung in the air between them, sharp and unexpected. She hadn't been prepared for it, but she should have known Blaire wouldn’t forget something like that.

Blaire was staring at her now, her eyes tired but steady, searching Sabine’s face for an answer. "Did you mean that?" Blaire asked again, her voice quieter this time, but no less firm.

"I—" Sabine started, but the words caught in her throat. She took a deep breath, trying to sort through the tangle of emotions she felt. "I didn't mean to hurt you," she said finally. "What I said… it was in the heat of the moment. I was angry and frustrated."

Blaire’s gaze was unwavering, though it was clear she was trying to mask the hurt. "It felt like a personal attack. I was trying to do something good, something to help us all, and you dismissed it like it was nothing."

Sabine winced, her heart aching at the pain in Blaire’s voice. "I’m sorry. I should have been more thoughtful. I was caught up in my own issues and didn't see things clearly."

Blaire looked away, her eyes fixed on the horizon. "It's just that, despite everything, I wanted to believe that we could find a way to make things better. But when you said that… it felt like everything I was fighting for was being dismissed."

Sabine moved closer, her hand reaching out but stopping short of touching Blaire. "I was wrong, Blaire. Your plan, your vision—it's important. I was too caught up in my own confusion to see that. I’m sorry for how I acted."

Blaire turned back to face Sabine, her expression softening slightly. "It’s not just about the plan, Sabine. It’s about feeling like I’m on my own, like my ideas don’t matter. And right now, it feels like everyone is fighting against me, even you."

Sabine’s gaze dropped to the ground, her thoughts racing. "I understand. And I’m sorry for adding to that feeling. I know I haven't been the best ally lately. I want to be, though. I really do."

Blaire nodded slowly, taking in Sabine’s words. "It’s just… hard to trust people when they keep letting you down."

Sabine nodded, knowing all too well what it felt like to not be able to trust. "I get it," she said quietly, her voice softer than usual. "I've been there, too. More times than I'd like to admit."

Blaire raised an eyebrow. "Really? You?"

Sabine let out a small, bitter laugh. "Yeah, me. I know I don’t exactly seem like the type to care about trust or… anything else, really. But I've been let down more times than I can count." Her gaze drifted toward the horizon, her thoughts wandering to the people in her past who had failed her, from her parents to Mr. Sands. "That’s why I built walls. It was easier to push people away than to give them the chance to hurt me."

Blaire remained silent, her eyes watching Sabine with a new understanding.

"But you’re different," Sabine continued, her voice barely above a whisper. "With you, I feel like… maybe those walls don't have to stay up. And that scares the hell out of me."

Blaire blinked, surprised by Sabine’s vulnerability. She hadn’t expected her to open up like this. "I didn’t realize…"

Sabine shrugged, her tough exterior slipping for just a moment. "No one does. I make sure of that." She glanced at Blaire, the edge of her usual smirk returning. "But I’m trying, Blaire. Trying to be better, to trust more. You just have to be patient with me."

Blaire’s expression softened as she realized how much Sabine was offering her in this moment. "I can do that," she said quietly. "I just need you to meet me halfway."

Sabine smiled, a real one this time, without her usual bite. "I will. I promise."

Blaire hesitated for a moment, studying Sabine’s face, trying to figure out if this was real—if she could actually believe her. But something about Sabine’s expression, the rawness in her eyes, made Blaire feel like, for once, she wasn’t putting on an act.

Slowly, Blaire stepped closer, feeling the tension between them shift into something softer, something unspoken. Her heart pounded in her chest as she took a leap of faith, closing the distance between them. "You promise, huh?" Blaire asked softly, her voice barely a whisper.

Sabine's gaze flickered, a rare vulnerability in her smirk as she nodded. "Yeah, I do."

Blaire’s breath hitched. Before she could second-guess herself, she leaned in, brushing her lips softly against Sabine’s. It was tentative at first, testing the waters, but when Sabine responded, pulling her in just a little closer, it felt like the weight of everything around them momentarily faded away.

The kiss was brief but enough to leave both of them breathless as they pulled back. Blaire searched Sabine’s eyes, finding a flicker of something deeper—something that felt like it could be real.

Sabine grinned, a bit of her usual confidence returning. "Took you long enough."

Blaire laughed softly, shaking her head. "Shut up." But there was no malice in her tone, only warmth.

“ Cmon, I brought a boat to get us back. Wanna come?”

Sabine extended her hand to Blaire, who hesitated for a moment, then took it. As Sabine helped her up, their eyes locked, the tension between them palpable. They stood close, the air thick with unspoken words, emotions hanging just beneath the surface.

Blaire swallowed, feeling a warmth creeping up her cheeks. “You didn’t have to come, you know.”

“I did,” Sabine replied, her voice barely a whisper. “I couldn’t leave you here.”

For a moment, they were both still, the world around them fading. Sabine’s thumb grazed Blaire’s hand, sending a spark of electricity through her. Without thinking, Blaire leaned in, closing the small distance between them, and their lips met in a soft, tentative kiss.

It was brief but filled with everything they hadn’t said. When they pulled back, Blaire’s heart raced, her gaze flickering between Sabine’s eyes and the ground.

Sabine gave a soft smile, her tough exterior softening once again. “Let’s get out of here,” she said, nodding toward the boat. “We’ve got a long way back.”

Blaire nodded, her chest feeling lighter as she followed Sabine to the edge of the rocks. The boat waited for them, gently rocking against the shoreline. Together, they boarded, leaving Cape Sorrow behind, yet taking with them raw and real.

As they boarded, Blaire promised herself she would let her guard down, just a little. Sabine had come for her when no one else had, and that meant something. The walls she'd built around her heart were high, but maybe Sabine didn’t intend to tear them down—just to find her own way in.

The boat gently swayed as they settled in, the sound of the water slapping against the hull a steady rhythm in the quiet night. Blaire sat beside Sabine, their shoulders brushing as Sabine took the oars.

Blaire looked out over the dark waters, the weight of everything that had happened still sitting heavily on her. But for the first time in a long while, she didn’t feel completely alone.

“You didn’t have to do this,” Blaire murmured, breaking the silence. “But I’m glad you did.”

Sabine glanced at her, a faint smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. “Maybe I needed to do this—for both of us.”

Blaire’s heart thudded softly in her chest. As they drifted further from Cape Sorrow, she realized that, for now, she wasn’t afraid of what came next. Not with Sabine by her side.

[starjxsung]

dear darling star <3 how are you?

i hope im not bothering you with this message

it’s been a while now and tumblr just doesn’t feel the same without you </3

i hope you’re doing good (both physically and emotionally)

i’ve been out of order lately because my life has been super hectic, so here’s the rundown till now:

i passed the semester with equal parts a’s and b’s (ngl the b’a hurt a bit bc it’s the first time in like 6 years i’ve gotten a b in a class😪 but im just glad that i made it)

my uni friends and i went out drinking to celebrate the semester being over( there were a lot of college students and we felt old af). we got so drunk that it was so weird for me but it was so fun to let loose for the first time in a loooooong time.

we just finished booking everything we needed for lolla and im a bit more excited now.

i’ve also been watching kdramas now (?!?) and im kinda addicted

bittersweet news:

i’ve also been a lot more proactive in donating to help palestine (i still donated monthly b4 but i’ve tried chip in a bit more lately, considering what’s been happening in rafah)

for the not so good news:

two stray cats that we haven’t been able to spay yet gave birth so there’s that. i love kittens, they’re the cutest but i always get so stressed at socializing them and/or finding homes for them because people are irresponsible af with their pets here but i can’t keep taking cats in without my cats and my other financial responsibilities being affected </3 i’ve been kinda guilty for the trip too bc of the money we’ve spent

my dad found a premature newborn kitten and it sadly passed away too </3

and, finally, i’m taking my masters’ comprehensive tests in two weeks and im terrified of failing them (i’ll update when i get the results so 🤞🏻).

i hope you’re doing well, what have you been up to? i hope you’re taking good care of yourself💜

(adding some life pictures too, look at the babies, look at my mom’s big ass piece of pizza and of course, i hope you still drink your iced coffee consistently <3)

i wish you the absolute best, always <3

sending you love wherever your are, whenever you are✨

sincerely,

🐈‍⬛

My love!!!!!! The love of my actual life. I was just thinking of you because skz posted they would be doing that little kitten interview thing (they did it for us and us only ‼️‼️) I’m so excited we get to see Jisung with kittens 😌

you’re NEVERRRR a bother with your messages. They’re absolutely the best part of all my days and I’ve been thinking of you so often while on my little break from the internet. First I am SO glad to hear you finished with a’s and b’s????? You should be so proud of yourself my love!!!!!! And you went out to celebrate, I hope you had the most fun everrrrrr 🥹🫶

my sister and I just got our lolla wristbands in the mail and it’s all starting to feel so real. I’m excited but also nervous??? As fuck??????? And I still have 2 Ateez shows before then I’ve done absolutely nothing to prepare for 🥲 it’s crunch time when I get back home frfr

also pls send all the kdrama recs as soon as physically possible !!!!!!

I’m so glad to hear you’re able to donate and be of help 🫶 I’ve been continuing to donate to save the children and participating in active boycotts. Tuning into the news every day is just so fucking heartbreaking. I’m so proud of everyone on here doing what they can and donating ❤️🍉 I love you so much

Also FEEL YOU on the kitten thing…. kittens are so so so much work and they stress me out so bad. One of my neighbors at my parents’ house once left behind their cat who gave birth in our shed and we has to care for the last kitten who survived (super tiny little premature baby) and even though we rushed her to the vet and watched after her for a few days, she passed 💔 that was the moment that I remember being like….. kittens are just so much more fragile than people think and difficult to care for. You did the best that you could :( thank you for being there for them regardless.

Also how did the comprehensive test go? (If you already took it) I hope you did so so amazing my love!!!!!!!!

I love you endlessly and I’m thinking of you always. Momo and I are rooting for you (even though she’s with my dad rn) and we hope you’re taking good care of yourself. All my love to you, always always always 💓💞💫🫶 I’ll be back properly very soon and in the meanwhile I’m sending you all my love from the middle of nowhere ! I hope it reaches you

[inkofamethyst]

December 17, 2023

Really kind of adore stories with parent figures fighting to find and protect their lost child (figure) while that child simultaneously grows up to become someone no longer in need of protecting! Broken Earth, The Witcher.. would love to find more books/series with that element, I think. Currently developing my reading list (finally starting some Sanderson!) and thinking about switching to Storygraph... only thing is that it's not as heavily utilized among my friends so I wouldn't necessarily be able to keep up with what they're reading. I suppose I don't necessarily want to be a "follower" in my friend group when it comes to doing a good thing, especially not with something that's ultimately a fairly inconsequential switch. Maybe that's a winter break goal.

You know what's wild? Last year one of my labmates took the class with this final project I'm working on right now, and she was in a group of three or four. That's a pretty solid amount of manpower and brainpower for a twenty page paper (plus 10+ pages in supplementary material). I'M LITERALLY DOING THIS ALONE. Same assignment. All by my lonesome. Will I get there? Ya I think so. But STILL.

[days later]

DONE.

Is it the best thing I ever wrote? God no. And that's a shame because it could have been really good had I not taken off two days last week. But it's done.

I hate writing introductions with all my heart. Everything else is fine, but orienting my audience to a topic? I'd rather skip that bit, honestly. So yeah. My intro kinda sucks. I think it picks up when we start talking about the basis of the work at hand, but it's otherwise pretty boring. Citations very spotty, with an overreliance on one source (even though i skimmed a ton of papers n even took notes too).

ngl kinda sucks bc it's going to my advisor and I know I could've done better ("but why didn't you" BECAUSE I WANNA GO HOME. OKAY? IM TIRED OF THIS PLACE. IM TIRED IN GENERAL. god i cant wait to get home)

not even going to mention how much little sleep I've gotten over the past 48 hours ugh.

can't even be thankful that it's over bc imma be anxious all the way up until i get that grade so.

im so bad at projects. bad at spacing things out. good at the planning. bad at the doing. decent at the crunch time. (the same sad song i weep every semester tbh.. "something's gotta change" yea yea yea)

well i dont want to go out all negative--im pretty proud of the future directions section. they came pretty naturally to me actually, and i think it's a bit of a testament to some of the growth ive had ~as a scientist~ this semester. thinking experimentally is still not easy, but i think i'm grasping some things related to my discipline which is good. thankful for that ig. also pretty happy with the discussion, I think my conclusions were pretty solid and interesting.

if-i-coulda-woulda-shoulda :/

[edit, next morning afternoon: so uh, i was anxious about the paper wile writing it and took an exedrin because of the anxious headache i got over it and the caffeine in the pill amplified my anxiety and that did not feel good at all]

[panicbones]

For da artists Qs: 14, 28 & 30!

14.) Any favorite motifs

skeletons, musculature/anatomy, fabric

28.) Any art events you have participated in the past (like zines)

i was in a pokemon villain zine! it was run by a dear friend who ended up passing away midproduction. it took a while to get it done but id like to think it came out nice

i miss you mary. havent been in any since but thats mostly cuz ive found zines rly arent for me

30.) What piece of yours do you think is underrated

im still very proud of this one, one of my final printmaking pieces for my thesis. were i not under extreme crunch and covid lockdown with limited access to the facilities (that were also revoked so so so easily bcuz of a faulty app we had to use) i wouldve put more time into the background. i think i might honestly cut out the squares and redo the background eventually! this is a big piece too, 24 in x 36in, all monotype :]

ask list!

[dykedragons]

oh ps im so fucking glad to be done with school (dgmw i LOVED college but it was an INSANE amount of work and im exhausted). i can do whatever i want now guilt-free. its AMAZING. i can play minecraft guilt free i can do COMMISSIONS guilt free like bro....... it was so hard doing commissions during school TToTT

like yall.... what NINE (9) fucking classes in a term will do to an mf. i only recommend it if u have like zero other priorities bc. WOW. it was a LOT. (i also put 100% into literally everything i do but still it tested my fucking LIMITS.) (only one all-nighter had to be pulled though and it wasnt even on a school night so thats cool of me)

more. rambling under the cut

(like im soooososo grateful for the business + JUST whining like i needed the moneys regardless so i dont appreciate it any less. and they were still a lot of fun. but the workload was cray cray. im so grateful my commissioners didnt mind the ~2 month wait bc i felt so bad kjdnfnkjsfds blows yall a kiss... excited to get thru my current queue too!! once i. have the weekend to myself bc. GOD i need that.)

im really amazed im not burnt the fuck out?? like i look forward to drawing still!! and doing more 3D when i have the mental capacity for it (done my current comm queue). i love that stuff so much. ive pushed myself so much and created things in time crunches i thought would wreck me but ive proven myself wrong again and again and its amazing. im truly proud of myself and the person im becoming yall its a magical thing!!!! and my WORK. is the best its ever looked even when its rushed. i am fucking gobsmacked. my god. i NEED to keep doing gesture studies someone pplleease be on my ass about that lol /j

and NOT TO MENTION MY FRIENDS....... like MAN i fuckin love those guys holy shit. my dumb ass coming to school like "ohghggh i hope i make friends" BITCH YOULL MAKE THE BEST FRIENDS OF YOUR LIFE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i was so silly... i met one of my best friends on the FIRST DAY and DIDNT EVEN KNOW IT!!!!!!! ugh im just. im so grateful. eternally grateful for this experience. i have grown tenfold i have gained tenfold.

i feel. ready for my next steps... i have my first job coming up and im gonna be doing 3D for freelance and learning new things... getting my shit TOGETHER making money (hopefully a lot) and learning to be an adult n shit. "catch up" to my peers (thats how it feels). it feels good and in my best moments i feel like the future is bright yk.... like. yeah i can do this!!!!!!! yeah. yeah. its gonna be alright.

[shadowblade8192]

well ill link (shill) some of the packs ive made that im the most proud of since i cannot remember exactly which ones ive been recognised by British English Localisation in british (sorry) and i dont like how the game spells grey and colour and i saw someone did a "gray->grey" language pack so i thought "hey why dont i make a full british english localisation" this is the one that i tend to update first when a new update drops fun trivia about this, i forgot a quotation mark in one version which would result in peoples games crashing when loading up the game with this pack Better World Icons this is the one that got featured in a youtube video a while back (i can try find the video if anyone cares), basically the premise of this one was what if the tree on the world select menu looked like the world customisation icon from the world creation menu, so i used the bunny and world evil things to show the evil, and the backdrop to show hardmode/prehardmode. then extra world seed icons were made so i had to actually invent things for that (i might have to go back and redo them but im gonna wait until 1.4.5 since i think they might be revamping how secret seeds work). i also did the animated getfixedboi icon (which is just a page of all the frames), which i am still very proud of

Better Bunny Pet so i have the collectors edition (found a copy in a cex while i was on holiday one time) and as a result i have the bunny pet on every new character i make. this pets colour can be changed both with dyes but also it uses your undershirt (the one thats a tan colour by default when making a character) as the base colour. now i could have spent hours working out what colour value works to make it look exactly like the vanilla bunny, or i could figure out the sprite in the games files is what it looks like when you set it to #ffffff and resprite it to the regular bunny (and recolour the flying frames that regular bunnies do not have) so i can have a regular bunny very easily just by maxxing out the sliders of the undershirt to white. also resprited the carrot item that spawns the bunny because the original was very clearly still untouched from 1.1.2 when the collectors edition was released and i wanted to try my hand at it

Crunchy Potions this ones kinda funny. i just randomly had a thought of "hey when i drink a potion i dont get a bottle back, i get thats probably to prevent infinite bottles since the alchemy table exists or inventory management or other reasonable explanation, but what if the terrarian eats the bottle too". so i made that (with help as you can see from the second credit on the pack). it basically plays a glass breaking sound alongside the regular drink sound (though i kinda wanna remake it with a better crunch)

theres a few others i made but they arent really that good and these are just the ones i think are actually worth someones time

since I've made a few packs for terraria its funny seeing my steam notifs be like Anthro Wolf Player- "Thank you so much for this pack! This is a great way to play through Terraria and I'm excited to see this pack grow to completion!" Teria- "teria"

[harventheblorbo]

For request, BC YamixReader. Reader is falling from a high height but isn't worried because Yami will catch them (flying his broom hands free has its advantages)

➥Yami, the knight in shining iron

Containing:… Yami, Reader

___ is gender netrual

Warning:… None

Note:... I'm sorry for being so short with such a long time. I Had to spend some time with family but I'm really proud of this one!

You and Yami were on a shared mission together up in the mountains to set bandits in a village in there place by putting them to jail. The trip up was fairly easy due to Yami’s broom. by the time You and Yami got there, it looked like it was a used battlefield because everything was in ruins. the houses burnt down and collasped apoun themselfs, the pens open with no cattle, small fires in the houses and crying childern becing comforted by their bruised mothers. 

“what the hell happened?” Yami mumbled underneath his breath but loud enough for you to pick it up. “bandits, evil bastards tore this place apart, thats what happened” You commented laced in sarcasm. Yami approached one of the weeping mothers with caution. “Ladie, i know your village got attacked and all that but where did you last see the scum bastards” He questioned the ladie as he bent down to her height. “They went..north i believe in the woods!” The weeping mother croaked through sobs as she greifed over her state.

“Well thats great..” Yami sighed with annoyance as he stood back up. He walked back to you. “Looks like we are gonna have to spilt up to look for the bandits, if you need backup press this device.” He suggested as he gave you a button with would attach to your belt. “got it..ill take the east side of the surrounding area. You will take the west side” i commanded. “since when were you the captain?” “Shut your trap and get this bastards in jail already” i commented as we went out seperate ways. this village was placed on a flat plateau so it was, for the majority flat but fulled to the brim with woods. whole area just woods

The only things you could really hear was the sound of leaves crunching underneath you and birds chirping. the sun was still rising so the rays of light shining through the trees made it look like you were in nature heaven. it was quickly ruined through the sound of a twig snapping that wasn’t done by you. You quickly snap you head, hand on your grimore.Soon, there was 1...3...5..6.7 twigs snapping and loud footsteps surrounding you. 

“shit..” you quickly mumbled underneath your breath. you take your grimore out and it hovers infrount of you like a tiny fairy. Suddenly, magic was being tossed at you, lucky enough you dodged them and sent a wave of magic revealing their postions, there was alot of bandits. too many in fact. You pressed the button that Yami had given you for backup. there was clearing up ahead that you knew that you could jump off. what a stuipd thought right? not when you have a captain has your lover. 

sure he might be busy but its fun. you sent out more attacks as you ran uphead. The last trees of the forest clearing as you got out of the forest was waking up to a new life but was shortlived as you saw your wounderful prick of a lover on his broom with his sword out down below. You called out to him and he rose his broom higher and caught you as you just went below the bandits eyelevel. He sent out a wave of magic through his sword to the bandits that caused them to be knocked down. 

“thanks hun” You thanked him with a kiss on his cheek. “of course, anything if it means im your knight in shining iron”

[anos-sensei]

Imagine hc.

Mammon snaps.

Parts: one two three four

I hope you enjoy this.

I've had this hc for a LONG time bubbling in my head twisting and crunching up all the little space storage It had left.

Love I'd APPRECIATED!

Warning: strong language, cursing, mild angst, mammon centric. No mc.

Mammon was tired to say the least, he was, in fact. Exhausted.

A few famillars of him had been catching anomalies up in the human worlds, people abusing of his blessings and his curses getting out of hand.

He had been working his ass off the past few weeks and today was FINALLY the day where he could sleep a bit.

Even though he was a demon, unlike Levi, who by simply raising the temperature of his room could stay awake months on end, or Lucifer who simply refused to sleep because of his fucked pride, he was semi normal. He needed sleep every once in a while.

And the witch that summoned him this morning didn't help, that BITCH pissed him off to no end.

How can they even expect him to act nice and docile, when they KNEW, he has been this busy.

Opening the door to his room he was expecting to find his ol' beautiful room. Goldie framed on his bedside table, his pretty pool table, his perfect bed, but instead, His room was completely empty.

He came home in the early afternoon, his head pounding from the incesant calls he had been having from both devildom and the human realms.

his familars had been going insane from the sudden rupture in balance.

Unfortunately for him, he didn't have the time to tell Lucifer before he had to go, it was an urgent matter and as much as he would've liked to delay it even he had some sense of importance.

His heart sank.

What the fuck happened? He was only away for what? Maybe three weeks?

Sighing mammon drops his bag on the floor, making his way to the dining room where he most likely would find the oldest, sipping a cup of coffee with probably a newspaper in hand.

Sniffing the air he could still smell the faint presence of his belongings... and the strong smell of Lucifer.

Hearing the noise the eldest looks up, his eyebrow rising at the sight of his younger brother.

Entering the hall, just like expected Lucifer was seated at the end of the table, his aura proud and relaxed.

To his surprise though, beelzebub, asmodeus, Leviathan and satan were there too, each doing their own thing.

Too tired to care though mammon walks in a straight line to Lucifer placing his hands on the table with a soft bang.

"Give me back my stuff." Mammon says dryly before lucifer could say a word.

And if it wasn't for his current mood, mammon would have laughed at the surprise in lucifer's face.

"Ugh mammon, it's not a big deal you had too much stuff either way." Asmo snaps quietly, going back to his phone.

Satan was watching with a slight smirk and asmo was already starting to feel annoyed at mammon's rude behavior.

"Yeah, you should be happy we didn't sell it, you still owe me about 80.000 grimm." Levi added absentmindly, focused on his game.

The growl that escaped mammon shut asmo and Levi up immediately, surprising Satan too. They had never seen mammon in such a palpable mood.

Mammon was still trying to keep his cool by supressing his aura, but it was getting harder by the minute.

"Shut it. I'm talking to Lucifer." Mammon whispers harshly, venom lacing the edges of his words. He side eyes asmo briefly, His eyes glowing a cold blue.

"Im not in the mood for you guy's worthless teasing and useless grudges." He stares coldly at his two younger siblings, for a moment asmo's blood runs cold, shievers running through his body, his own body feeling the urge to look down.

Turning his head back to Lucifer he repeats, letter for letter, his demand.

"Give me back my stuff."

Lucifer's eye twitches at mammon's sour mood and disrespectful tone.

"You think you can act like this without consequences?"

Mammon straightens back up, pinching the bridge of his nose, a clear sign that he was reaching his last straw... If he wasn't already biting through that straw.

Swiftly Levi swats asmo's phone down, getting the fifth born's attention.

"Ya seriously think I give a shit about the consequences of shit right now? I just want to take a fuckin' shower and pass out on my bed. Don't push it, luci." The anger in his tone and voice is clear, catching levi off guard. He pauses his game, pocketing his console.

To someone who had never heard it, it sounded like he was just annoyed, none of the brothers besides Levi had ever heard or experienced mammon's anger.

"We have to leave" Levi whispers and signals it to Satan who was absolutely confused, but he trusted his brother's judgment.

"This isn't going to end well" he mouths, and Satan nods, his curiosity peeking but his concerns for beel were greater. He nudged beel getting the giant's attention.

"We've got to leave." Satan whispers and beel looks up, confusion on his face when he sees mammon.

"Mammon! You're back!" Beel exclaims excitedly, his puppy like eyes looking up to his big brother who's cold glowing eyes direct to him.

"go sleep, beel." Mammon says, lacing his words with source magic source. With that single phrase beel's body started swaying, eyelids drooping before closing.

his massive body gently swaying to the side softly lying over another chair.

"You three, leave. Now. Take beel with you." Lucifer orders and the three of them can only obey, Levi transforming swiftly and taking beel with his tail. Ushering the two others outside.

Mammon had //never// used magic, let alone source magic on any of his brothers, especially not beel.

Satan's eyes widen when he finally realises the gravity of the situation, he uncounsciously takes a step back when momentarily a crushing suffocating magic permeates the air before immediately disappearing again.

Lucifer inhales sharply, keeping his surprise down at mammon's anger. For mammon to let his aura slip...? Sighing he places his coffee cup down.

"Mammon, try to calm down.." Levi whispers and quickly runs out when a fizzle of electricity sparks besides his head.

Levi hisses, shutting the door behind him.

"What just happened...?" Asmo asks, having seen the spark next to levi's head too.

"We're in for some violence... If you could even call that violence... I haven't seen mammon this angry since... " Levi sighs remembering the last time he had seen mammon this angry.

During their fall, when one of the angels had injured belphie who was reaching his limit, the angel had mocked them and mammon went feral. He went on a rampage killing hundreds of angels in the few minutes that followed.

And while his attention was turned away lilith got shot, which pushed mammon over the edge, forcing him to use source magic. Mammon's transformation as a demon had started then, horns already pushing through his skull, blood running over his face from ruptures formed by it.

Just thinking about that time send chills up leviathan's spine. He never wanted to see his brother like that again.

"Since?" Satan asks, having zero recollections of mammon being angry at all. Irritated, yes, crying, yes, annoyed, yes. But never angry he would always brush off things like these and beg for forgiveness.

Levi gives Satan a side eye, glancing at asmo who seems to get it. Asmo hadn't witnessed mammon in his full glory, but he had heard of it. After all rumors travel fast. The one who had corrupted destroyed and annihilated entire countries and civilisations, consumed by greed, his blessing enriching some countries and sinking others in the depths of poverty.

Asmo sighs and pushes Levi and Satan up to the attic.

"It's not important, let's go put beel to bed and try to get belphie to cast a resting spell on the dining room... If it not too late... At least."