#was working on another art piece and realised i wasn't happy with it at all and was like. yeah i should probably call it quits

[notyoinara]

alice yabusame art marathon 2024 has ended early.........it's okay there's always next year

[knightswaypoint]

Merlinktober Day 19 (on day 23): Scales

A celebration of some Dragon!Merlin fics I’ve enjoyed! (close-ups and fic links under cut)

In a World of the Same, You're Different by @thepenguinclub

Rating: Gen | Word Count: 8,058 | Chapters: 1 “You know,” the prince started, and Merlin grunted in frustration, turning away. Princes were always the same, “I don’t appreciate you talking about my father like that.” Merlin stopped and narrowed his eyes, before slowly looking back at the prince. He studied the prince's face intently. “And who, exactly, would your father be?” he asked, fury crackling through the calm sounding words. He was not in the mood to be played with by a prince. “Uther Pendragon,” the prince said calmly. Merlin’s tail lashed so hard against the rock next to him a large piece of it chipped off, rocketing through the air and over the edge of the mountain. --- Merlin was cursed to be a dragon, which was fine. It was fine, he was fine, he was happy, thank you very much. Everything was great. Except for all these knights and princes that kept bothering him. That, that was not fine. It was annoying. It definitely wasn't the only human interaction he ever got, he was fine. So if this odd group of knights and their king would leave, that would be wonderful.

A Dream of Dragons by @slantedknitting | with Art by LFB72

Rating: E | Word Count: 40,640 | Chapters: 1 Merlin, a fierce dragon, is captured and held prisoner in a deep cave under a castle. He believes he will perish, miserable and alone… until a second prisoner arrives. The man is small and annoying at first, but gradually they get to know each other, and soon enough the cave is almost tolerable. Then the man escapes, and Merlin realises his whole world has been changed.

running back home by @sourw0lfs | with Art by @kokoshka67

Rating: M | Word Count: 25,126 | Chapters: 7 With another growl, the monster surges forward, pressing its full weight into Arthur and toppling his footing. They both go down hard with just the damaged sword as a barrier between them. Arthur’s arms shake with the effort to keep it that way, pressing upwards with all the strength he can muster to free himself. The monster barely budges, lips pulling back in a snarl that reveals a mouthful of half-sharp, half-dull teeth. Through his panic, Arthur finally realizes why this monster seems so different from the attacks in the past. His gaze trails from the jagged teeth snapping angrily at him to the side of the creature’s face that isn’t covered in scales, to the side that’s so obviously and glaringly human. Because the monster isn’t a monster at all. It’s something else entirely, some kind of cursed hybrid never before seen. Worst of all, though, Arthur finds that he recognizes the human face beyond the scales and fangs. “Merlin?”

Tales of a Dragon and His Prince by @0hheytherebigbadwolf

(Summary for the first in the series) Rating: Gen - E | Word Count: 42,121 | Works: 15 They cannot have even one hunt without something going wrong on some level. A horse throws a shoe. A crossbow string breaks. A storm blows in. A giant beast attacks. Merlin turns into a dragon. The usual things.

(and also With the roar of the fire my heart rose to its feet because it's a similar dragon design and both fics are so very fun)

[koinotame]

word count: 1.7K content warnings: general yandere content warnings and allusions to nsfw/sex but nothing super explicit

summary: it's your birthday!!!! what it's like celebrating with my ocs

a/n: i can now legally drink in a country i'll never visit 🎉 + bc i'm feeling nice another sneak peek of the new guys as well

gacha isekai group:

first prince: only finds out after your birthday has passed because he's still doing the hot and cold act and genuinely breaks down crying. is lucid enough to realise maybe you're trying to be discreet so only hosts an elaborate dinner for the two of you instead of a national banquet and a barrage of gifts he think you'd enjoy

first hero: terrible gift giver who spends the entire day fussing over you. holds open doors, carries all your things, flexes when you ask because you like his muscles even if he's burning from how embarrassed he is, reminds you you could do anything to him and he'd still love you forever and ever and ever and— and so on

second hero: between the fact that you're almost definitely already overwhelmed from your entire harem and you treat (unfortunately most of your harem and not just) him like an object anyway, he doesn't dare get close on the actual day. a couple days later he just kind of silently presses something small but meaningful into your hands and wishes you a happy belated birthday. you pat him on the head dismissively and send his stomach soaring, but you look happy with it so it was worth spending his entire month's salary on

vampire: shows up in your bedroom in the morning dressed in basically nothing except a rose in his mouth and offers himself to you. he's your toy any day anyway but you can make extra use of him today… when this doesn't land he's distraught and attempts to make it up to you by buying you some really extravagant tools or materials you'll make use of

werewolf: doesn't have much to offer, so… you mentioned you were interested in seeing his true form a while ago, right? do you… want to see that now? he'd tower over you like this if he wasn't so busy rolling up at your feet and showing you his tummy. you can take him out on a walk with a leash, humanoid or true form, but to be fair you could do that any day

playboy: his gifts are surprisingly practical; think something like a water canteen or some very soft, very fluffy towels. he takes you out on a little tea party date as well, ready with all your favourite pastries, then offers to play and/or sing you a couple songs. overall focuses on giving you a nice, calm couple hours, partially because he loves you and partially because he's trying to cement himself as the better, more thoughtful option lol

immortal: brings you breakfast and surprises you with several hand sewn, incredibly sturdy and very much your style pieces of clothing. since your own had been getting a little ragged, and you complimented his sewing once… see, this one's even in the style of your clothes from back home! seeing how you've been homesick lately, he thought he could alleviate that a little for you. and if you'd really like him to, he could give you a kiss as a gift too…

living doll: since they don't technically have any living expenses, the army just kind of… doesn't pay them… so they don't have much to work with for gifts and frankly they don't really get the point of celebrating something like the day you were born on, but they let you dress them up really nicely and offers to match so they can at least make you look better throughout the day

lab experiment: gives you a handwritten light collection (it's a whole book) of poems and little pieces of art they've made of and/or for you. the contents are kind of concerning but the gesture is really sweet. also gets you some pressed flowers and your favourite treats, then ends up rushing back to their room to hide because they're worried none of this is enough for you

mage's apprentice: spends the week before your birthday asking you strange questions and hiding away in their atelier. you don't see much of them on the actual day until the evening when they shakily wish you a happy birthday and drag you out to the gardens, where they've prepared a special fireworks show just for you

disgraced god: doesn't know it's your birthday at first because the concept is kind of entirely foreign to them, but is not about to be outshined by the rest of your harem. they're always at your beck and call anyway, but they make sure to up the doting (and monopolise you as much as possible) to the max on your special day

servant: it's not really his intention, but he ends up coming off as if he's trying to prove what a good husband he'd make to you. he gets you some trinkets you've been eyeing for a while, but also some of the officials who'd been giving you a hard time recently have seemingly vanished off the face of the world and he seems extra proud of himself today…

otome game group:

crown prince: national banquet!!! no i'm serious he throws an incredibly extravagant banquet for you. his father isn't super pleased about the misuse of funds but allows it since the two of you will be married soon anyway. gets you so many gifts it's a little scary. at least one of those is a collar and leash he wants you to put around his neck and absolutely wants you to dig in to him

heroine: doesn't really have the financial means to get you much, so instead she invites you to meet her family and spend the day in her house. apologises for how it's not much but expresses how happy she is that you're willing to spend the day with her and makes sure to cook all your favourites

villainess: invites you to spend the entire week surrounding your birthday at her estate, and then spends literally every single day celebrating your birthday, including daily banquets and a massive pile of gifts. expressing worry that this is too much just makes her go harder, because clearly you don't understand how important you are to her and spoiling you more will fix this

1: not to worry! he's already chased off your three persistent noble suitors, so you can spend all day at your own leisure. and if you're upset—either at the hassle with the other three, or at his actions—well, you can always take it out on him? he's already always there, but like today he really turns up the doting. overjoyed when you push him out of the way while pulling on his hair at one point

2: pools together some of his savings to buy you a nice piece of jewellery. presents it to you shyly when you have a moment to yourself and offers to take you out to a restaurant if you're willing to sneak out… or you can have him in the comfort of your bedroom, if you'd like

3: just kind of shows up at your estate with a bouquet, a couple handmade plushies in what they hope are your favourite animals and some blessed protective charms. if they have reason to believe you'd react well, they might as well just straight up offer themself. not in a sexual way (unless you want it to be), you just own every part of them already so if it pleases you you might as well make it official

4: playing 4d chess with the crown prince and villainess to ensure she's the only one who gets to celebrate with you on your birthday. takes you out on a fun day to the capital, where she gets to buy you tons of gifts and also play the role of your personal princely knight

5: can't take the day off (spends a long time bemoaning this) but since it's customary for you to stop by his place of work for your birthday anyway he decides he'll just give you your gift then. gives you a very professional congratulatory speech, a slightly less professional brooch set that fits you to a t, and (if he thinks you'll react positively) a considerably less professional offer for you to be the one to give him nipple piercings

misc group:

house husband: makes you take the day off work to spend it doting on you. you best believe he's spent the last couple of months saving up some money to buy you gifts so tailored to you it's almost a little creepy. also brings you breakfast in bed, bakes you the best cake you've ever had and has a reservation planned for dinner at your favourite… and is definitely the type to tell you you have one more gift to unwrap at the end of the day (it's him)

horror protagonist: lol. she bounds up to you super cheerfully and gives you the eyes of her teammate, since you said you liked them so much a bit ago… you don't question how she knows your birthday at this point. is glued to your side the entire day (though you begrudgingly admit she's less annoying than usual) and offers to cook or bake something for you. doesn't mind (at all) if you want to take your stress out on her, but… she's trying to be sweet for today

6: takes the day off from his work despite your many complaints and spends it with you, insisting it's his turn to spoil you for once. you're actually kind of impressed at how accurate his gifts are to your tastes and how he managed to get them without you noticing. it's sweet until he takes the opportunity to attempt to coax you into taking advantage of him, lingerie in your favourite colour and style and all

7: spends his entire allowance on giving you the best day possible, but he's fumbling so hard for most of it. a special limited edition for your favourite game that's not worth the money, some admittedly very soft plushies of your favourite animals, and a new bag since you'd been complaining your current one was falling apart… spends the entire day trying to hype himself up to give you a kiss but doesn't quite manage. feels terrible about how lacklustre his attempt was (despite how happy you are) and vows to himself to make the next much, much more enjoyable for you

[createserenity]

Master List of My Fics and WIPs

All titles link through to the fics on AO3.

The Painted Veil (E, 90k - complete)

Written for the Silver Screen Bang for @do-it-with-style-events. With beautiful art by @mirjam-writes

When circumstances force them into an ill-advised marriage Crowley finds himself undertaking the journey of a lifetime, first to Shanghai and then beyond into the heart of China, where he faces challenges he never expected and is forced to confront not only outside dangers, but also his beliefs about himself, Aziraphale and what their marriage could be.

Sometimes the greatest journey is the distance between two people.

Why Are We In A Box (E, 7k - complete)

Smutty fun when the two ineffables accidently get stuck in a box. Featuring one disaster demon and one bastard angel.

It's You (M, 3k - complete)

He doesn't like Crowley and Crowley doesn't like him. Right? Azirpahale can't possibly have got that one wrong. (Human AU)

Sunlight In Your Smile (M, 49k - wip)

Aziraphale has to attend a family wedding and he may have told a bit of a white lie. Of course he doesn't actually have a boyfriend. So now he needs to find one and in despair he turns to an escort agency for help. (Human AU)

Waking Up With You (G, 1.6k - complete)

After six thousand years together and free from Heaven and Hell, Azirpahale realises they need to take the next step in their relationship. Fluffiness all round!

All The Pieces of You (E, 80k - wip)

Canon compliant mixture of angst, smut, fluff and ridiculous historical adventures.

In The Beginning (E, 8.9k - complete)

In the beginning there was a garden and the Angel of the Eastern Gate and the Serpent of Eden decided that there are better things to do than stand around in the rain getting wet.

Better Than Today (E, 4k - complete)

Whenever they fucked, Crowley said, "I love you."

Smut with a fluffy ending.

Give In To Desire (E, 4.4k - complete)

Just another fic speculating on what happened in the basement during the Job minisode, because you can never have too many of those, right?

A Day For Magic (T, 3.4k - complete)

In which there is a bench, a park and a coin, which leads to silliness and fluffiness all round.

Fic inspired by these kisses.

A Time of Wanting (T, <1k - complete)

Short ficlet that's fluffy and happy, despite how the summary makes it seem. Also inspired by the kiss picture linked above.

Goodnight Angel (E, 14.4k - wip but also works as it is)

Post lockdown-phone-call fic.

Aziraphale had told him not to come over, but he was a demon and obviously he wasn't going to listen. Besides he was going out of his mind with boredom and going to see the angel was a much better idea than a long nap.

WIPs

Apart from my main wip All The Pieces of You I've also got a follow up to In The Beginning in the works and eventually I'll go back to Goodnight Angel as well. Apart from that I'm going to list my wips here and try to keep track of them with tags and get a bit better at posting about them.

After The Swap

Blind date

Dance for Me

End Times

Entertain Me

Here's to the End Times (yep different to the above fic despite the similar working title)

Books, books and more books

Birthday present

Lockdown Lifted

So You Can Take It Off (Desperately want to finish this because it's different to anything else I've written)

South Downs

University

Run Away Together (very much a working title!)

This Land of Ours (fits in the Pieces of You universe)

1200s fic for the Pieces of You universe

Golden Age of Piracy fic for the Pieces of You universe

[pico-digital-studios]

Into, Across and Beyond! Cast: Sonic.RAW

Created by: randidesu

"Ya know, it's super cool to get to work alongside all these people. It doesn't even feel like the most professional job out there, but I really like how people can actually relate to your struggles and not chastise you for it. It's helped me to better grow as a person and know that I don't have to follow by example as I used to."

Sonic.RAW is an entity made as a byproduct of various other EXEs' forms, so he lacks a lot of powers they inherit, including Sonic's speed. This makes him stand out as more of a normal being compared to the demonic or malicious malware traits several other EXE entities carry with them.

Unfortunately, this opened the poor guy up to bullying and abuse from various other EXEs for not being on par with them. As such, since his form was based on the SEGA Saturn version of Sonic, he was sent off to a world based on the Sonic Jam game collection to follow the parole of Sonic.EXE; kill any innocents he finds.

Something RAW was thankful for, however, was his knowledge in creating art, gadgets and other sorts of crafts. With this in mind, he got his own Sonic gear-up sorted out; white rubber gloves, folded knee socks to resemble the shoe cuffs, and a pair of snazzy Sonic-esque shoes. It seemed like just the perfect plan to catch Sonic and trick others into believing he's the blue blur.

His first destination was Green Hill Zone (Sonic 1), where Sonic was dashing through as per usual. After hiding behind some trees for a bit, RAW tried going after Sonic, but due to a lack of Sonic's speed, he kept falling into the dirt, his face, gloves and shoes getting dirtier with each slipup. Eventually, a Badnik caused him to lose a life, since he lacked rings.

Of course, Sonic was quick to notice and rushed back to where RAW was, surprised at seeing another version of himself that was badly hurt. Though RAW tried to push him back, Sonic just couldn't leave him behind. Before he could help him up, however, a gruesome-looking black hand emerged from a portal, grabbing RAW and dragging him in, before scratching Sonic's forehead as he attempted to get after it. It was clear the EXEs weren't happy with RAW for failing this task.

His second attempt was at Casino Night Zone (Sonic 2), and this time, he decided to meddle with the zone's layout. The lights in the casino were all switched off, replaced by lanterns on the floors and ceilings. There weren't many springs or bumpers, which made the place easier to navigate around.

Tails was the next target, and he felt unnerved wandering through the area, though he got to the checkpoint in one piece. Once there, he came across RAW, who was now sporting a pair of cool shades to mimic the black eyes Sonic.EXEs often tend to have. Tails's first reaction was to compliment the shades RAW made, which actually flustered the guy. As soon as he spoke, though, Tails quickly realised that it wasn't Sonic and bolted it.

That was meant to be RAW's cue to go after the kid, but the modified layout ended up working against him; he tripped on multiple lanterns during the chase, and to make things worse, the last one he fell over shattered, a glass shard stabbing into his head and causing him to cry from the pain. Tails immediately got back to help him out, since he had suffered major injuries. After he was all patched up again, that dratted hand came and claimed RAW once more.

This time, Tails was able to relay this information to Sonic, meaning that Knuckles was at the ready in Flying Battery Zone Act 2 (Sonic 3K), the airship being in the middle of a thunderstorm. Knuckles remained prepared as the final platform rose above the Flying Battery, only instead of encountering an Eggrobo, RAW showed up with a hang glider, using the heavy wind to keep himself afloat.

For the battle, he made versions of his shoes with electric energy that could shoot electricity bolts at Knuckles whenever he rubbed them together. Knuckles managed to knock him out of position, but due to the rain making contact with those shoes, RAW was fried and fell to the ground with various bruises. Before he could get up, though, Knuckles quickly picked him up and ran with him as the airship began self-destructing.

Knuckles managed to land on the Tornado safely with Sonic and Tails, while RAW had passed out from the pain. The black hand emerged from the portal one last time to grab RAW, but this time, Knuckles attacked it, forcing it to clear off and denying the EXEs any chance of getting at him again. Once the team landed, RAW was quickly treated to ensure he'd be alright.

After RAW felt all better again, he explained the whole prospect of what went on, hoping Team Sonic wouldn't be angry with him for his "attempts" to kill them. Thankfully, they fully understood, and RAW was overwhelmingly thankful for this, even asking them to thank Robotnik for him as well, despite them not having met.

After that was said and done, RAW continued trying to get better as an EXE, having also developed some new habits in his time out and about, such as smoking to relieve his stress. He has quite the courageous personality, as even though he's been heavily abused and harmed, he manages to stay positive, sure that things would get better.

As he travelled other lands to keep out of the watchful eyes of the EXEs, especially those he wasn't on good terms with like Lord X and Fatal Error, he ended up coming across Gust Planet by pure accident. When he did so, he didn't feel the overbearing presence of his superiors over him, giving him some much-needed relief.

Tekno saw him about while EV!Sonic was out on a mission of his own, and she saw potential in him that the EXEs hadn't, especially when it came to his tech knowledge. RAW was a bit nervous about the possibility of being recruited into the Quill Society, though Tekno reassured him that there was nothing to worry about, and that he'd be provided a safe environment free of the looming presence.

RAW definitely felt happier about himself as a member of the Society, especially since he was never judged for who he was, and he could make new friends who also enjoyed creating things like gadgets and artwork. He still kept the shades around as his personal setpiece to help him stand out, and developed an interest in music and dance, especially with recent hip-hop.

In his time there, after seeing there were human members like Sarah and E-21, he thought about adapting a human appearance of his own to experience just what it was like to have such a body. He also started to crush on Sarah a bit, who teased him on occasion whenever they were working together on tasks.

In Many More Heroes, he sensed that there was something pretty special about OMT!Tails when he was invited to look around Gust Planet with EV!Sonic, and was one of those who didn't like LM!Sonic's canon event theory, for some major reasons:

He felt that it undermined the idea of the multiverse and made it seem like LM!Sonic considered every other universe outside of the Prime universe as expendable.

The EXE criteria is one he felt was systematically targeting him, despite his failures to present as an actual EXE.

He felt fearful that the ASM-91 criteria would mean that he could not be allowed to grow close to someone.

During the big chase, he made sure to put that tech experience he had to good use, having constructed some weapons and a fixed hang glider to pursue LM!Sonic with. He did get knocked out of the air at one point along with some other Quill Society recruits, though they didn't take long to recover.

By the events of Tails of Trials, RAW knew danger was coming when this project's overarching original antagonist had plans to eradicate the Prime universe in a bid to wipe EVERY corner of the SEGAVerse off the charts, having watched their scheming and reporting it back to EV!Sonic to get them prepared.

And by the end of it, the Earth-Prime Theory was well and truly debunked once and for all for IAB!, as while the whole EXE shebang in the Prime universe wore down various Sonics for a little bit, it just so happens that the antagonist's attack STILL didn't prevent universes from stemming out, meaning their efforts were for naught, which RAW was relieved about.

[baileytomkinsviscomblog]

'Intersections' planning & experimentation - Pt. 2

I initially spent a while researching deeper into the comic book design process. I watched several YouTube videos that helped improve my knowledge about the different stages involved in creating a comic keyword as well as tips for saving time. Talking to Utku was also helpful. One crucial piece of information that I learned was the importance of planning, spending a while on concept art, developing character designs, and then creating thumbnails. Thumbnails are small sketches created by comic book or graphic design artists that give them the ability to get a basic overview of the narrative as well as the final format and structure that they'll be following. All that's needed after this step is filling in the final lines and details.

Another aspect of the comic book story format that I learned about is the establishing shot. Similar to in movies and TV, the establishing shot in comics is often used at the start of a scene to give the reader some helpful visual context about the story, for example, the setting in which the scene is taking place. These establishing shot panels are usually a lot larger and more detailed than standard panels.

After deciding that I would be creating a short graphic novel, I began experimenting with the concept art and character designs. I wanted to create a style that wasn't too cartoony or bold but also wasn't too complex, especially since I learned from my comic book art research that when creating character designs, you should aim for simplicity because it will make the process of redrawing them multiple times a lot easier and quicker. When examining the style I ended up with, it's clear that it has been influenced by the work of Bryan Lee O'Malley; in fact, it was even mentioned to me by a peer who saw the similarity. I found that I tend to gravitate towards a specific approach when it comes to character design; this is something that I believe happens to most artists. Trying to break away from this habit and draw in different styles was very difficult for me, and it's something I will need to work on a lot more since I believe that versatility is an important aspect of working in the creative industry.

Once I had found the look I was happy with I started experimenting with the format and layout of the pages. I went into this without any particular plan, starting by creating a two-page spread and then using random shapes and border styles for the panels. Once I had created the borders I began creating a loose story structure that would fill the pages. Although this process was helpful in developing the mood and visual narrative that I would be using, I found that jumping straight into creating detailed panels without a plan or a properly organised structure was also somewhat detrimental to the design process since it was very time-consuming. Despite not being overly beneficial, this experiment did help me to realise the difficulties of working small scale and also that creating overly detailed panels was unnecessary and potentially distracting from the flow of the narrative.

At one stage of the design process, I decided to experiment with a negative drawing style. I did this as I was looking for ways that I could make the piece more exciting and unconventional. In addition to this, I thought that it might be an interesting idea to have one side of the story completely negative, not only to further differentiate from the other story but to reinforce the themes of negativity and hopelessness that the character was imagining in his head. This look was achieved by using black paper and a white gel pen. One of the main issues I had with this style was that it's very difficult to create rough sketches on black paper, meaning I had to go straight into applying the final lines. This meant that I was very anxious about making mistakes, which increased the time that it took to complete the drawings. One solution I found was using a black sharpie to cover over any mistakes, which was somewhat effective but not overly practical. Despite being a fan of this effect, I decided that the cons of creating several pages in this style, such as the complexity and time-consuming factor, would far outweigh the pros. However, I did decide that I would still create one page in this style.

After these initial experiments with style and formatting, I decided to do a bit more research into the comic book structure and the steps to take when creating a comic book or graphic novel. I looked at some articles, YouTube videos, and even spoke to a comic book artist on Instagram. I learned a lot about how to effectively plan your piece, including the importance of thumbnails and rough sketches. In addition to this, I found out more information about page layouts and how to make your narrative flow from panel to panel.

Another important decision that I made at this stage was to shorten and simplify my piece, limiting the number of pages to six per story and making the layout of my panels a lot more basic and consistent. I began by creating a rough layout of all the pages and then proceeded to add the thumbnail designs. Finally, I added small dialogue notes that gave me an idea of what the characters would be thinking or saying in each scene.

After creating the thumbnail images, I started drawing out the panels on the A5 pages, using 6 panels per page apart from pages that would include larger panels for important things such as establishing shots and ending scenes. Unfortunately, the style I chose was largely symmetrical, with specific details that had to remain consistent throughout the piece, meaning that adding the final designs to the panels ended up being a lot more time-consuming than I had originally planned for. Another factor that led to this final stage being so difficult was the fact that I was working at such a small scale, meaning that adding the small details was a fairly complex task that required a lot of focus and patience.

One solution that I came up with was duplicating some of the panels; not only was this useful in recreating scenes that were exactly the same, but it also offered me a good starting point for the scenes that had the same point of view and characters but with certain differences, such as the body language and facial expressions. I initially thought of this as I decided that it would be interesting to change the format of the piece so that the stories were more like mirror images of each other, emphasising the similarities between the two rather than intentionally making them different from the start. An example of this would be the scenes in the Edgar Wright film "Shaun of the Dead." In both of these scenes, Shaun is performing his usual morning routine of walking to and from the local shop; both of these scenes are shot more or less identically; however, Shaun's second trip to the shop is following an outbreak of zombies. The genius and hilarity of this scene is in the fact that Shaun is completely oblivious to the changes around him, such as the general destruction of his environment, bloody puddles, and handprints, as well as multiple zombies roaming the streets. I took a lot of inspiration from these scenes.

Once I finished the final designs I gathered them and took them in for scanning. Unfortunately when examining the final pages I found quite a few blemishes such as smudged ink and creases, however, I found out that these could be removed with some digital editing.

[mo79zz]

Intersections Evaluation

From start to finish, this project was a bit of a rollercoaster. I went through so many ideas before coming to a conclusion - which in turn delayed my starting point. I almost went through every idea on my mind map before settling on my final one. Even my final decision went through a long development process.

One thing that stayed consistent throughout was the fact I knew I wanted to do some sort of artwork/illustration, as this has been a recent interest of mine since starting the course.

I curated a lot of of research, from locations, other pieces of mural art and artists. This helped me kick off the design process as it gave me inspiration for styles and types of mural art I could design. I discovered I really liked the block colour style of art, particularly for my aim for this intersection - creating a more welcoming underpass that will hopefully decrease crime rates and the feeling of discomfort while passing through. After looking at Lauren McElroy's mural work, I began illustrating and planning my work. I thought it might be fun to do a map across the walls and ceiling of the underpass with a bus route over top to symbolise the bus journeys from Poole to all over the south coast.

However, once I began illustrating and drawing Poole Quay, I realised the style wasn't coming out how I had intended and it was quite accurate and had less of a hand drawn feel. I put these drawings to the side and began a block colour style piece, where I started to feel like I was properly progressing with this project. I designed it on procreate - a software I am comfortable using - and completely winged it. In future I will defiantly plan things out more, to ensure I have a general idea of what I want it to look like. Despite this, it didn't take much trial and error and I got quite lucky with the process of designing. This may not happen in the future so I need to ensure I plan and do more experiments with my designs as that is something I was also lacking. I ended up including the drawing of Poole Quay into my final mural instead of scrapping it completely and I'm glad I did.

One thing I didn’t think to consider when drawing up and planning my mural was the lighting on the ceiling of the underpass. I just began to draw, not thinking of the features inside. The lights in this underpass aren’t like most as in a lot that I’ve seen they’ve been in the corners whereas this one has them on the ceiling. Luckily they’re quite slim so don’t interfere with much of my artwork but this is something I seriously need to think about in the future as it could really impact my designs.

Something I wish I included in my mural would be small illustrations dotted throughout the mural for kids to try and find as they walk through. This is something that can be easily added in, however, I wasn't sure whether to keep adding or to leave it as is, as I didn't want it to be too overwhelming. Additionally, I would have loved to extend my mural outside of the underpass to potentially revisit the map idea. If I’d have had more time this could have potentially been possible but nonetheless, I’m still happy with the design I achieved. Another thing I think would have been a great addition to my project would be to do some more primary research, such as public survey’s questioning how people feel in this area of town and how they think a mural may make them feel. This is something I will 100% consider doing in future projects to help me gain a better understanding of my target audience and the end product effects.

Adding an ambigram to the floor of the underpass was a last minute thing, however I think it came out really good and makes it feel more finished - the same goes for the entrance/exit signage on the outside of the underpass, right before you walk in, giving you an idea of the direction where you're going and what can be found at this side. This plays on my original map idea, without it feeling too extreme.

Overall, I am really really pleased with how it came out and I think without the slight artist block after changing my ideas countless times, I wouldn't have gotten to the place I ended up. There is for sure room for improvement, like with any project, but with the time I had to create it, I am more than happy.

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[moneymasnn]

Home Is Where The Heart Is | Charles Leclerc 

Notes: This made me sad, poor little Charlie... once again here is another Charles fic, I hope you guys love it just as much as I do xox

Blurb: One where you take a job offer causing some distance between you and Charles, but Charles realises he can't handle the distance as well as he thought he could.

Warnings: Some minor swearing, reader breaking Charles heart sorryyy

Lando didn't mean any harm in the message that he had sent you. He thought maybe you were ready to laugh about how your ex clearly wasn't over you. You couldn't laugh, you weren't over him either. You were equally a mess too.

1 message- lando norris 

She even looks like you lmao

One attached picture

It was a photo of him and a girl, holding hands as they walked into the paddock. She looked up at him like he was the world, just like how you looked at him. However his attention was elsewhere, his attention will always be elsewhere.

Your heart hurt at how quick he moved on, sure she did look like you, feature wize. She had your hair, your smile, your eye colour, she definitely looked like you. 

But that wasn't a comfort to anyone but charles.

She definitely didn't have all of your other qualities. You wondered in the short time you had been broken up and they had been together if she knew him as well as you ever did. 

If she knew how he liked his tea first thing in the morning or where his favourite stop in Monaco was. The songs he liked to sing in the car, where he liked to be touched and kissed.

You knew it was wrong to snoop into his new relationship, but the photo of them holding hands outside of your restaurant was enough for you to know he misses you.

You wondered if he got deja vu as she sat on your favourite table, sitting on your side of the booth as she told him a fact about the piece of art that hung on the wall next to them. A fact Charles already knew since you had told him years ago.

You wondered if he would sing in the car with her to a playlist you made for him.

You wondered if he ever replicated your dates, or told her he loved her the same way he told you. Would he accidentally call her your name? Would he think about you when she asked him to do the things you would do together?

Did he play her the same songs on his piano while she sat on his lap and listened?

You knew he missed you, and you hated that he was too stubborn to admit it. 

You felt guilt for the morning you walked away from. The way you handed him that beautiful ring back that he had so carefully spent time choosing so he knew you would love it. 

How he was so sure you were it for him. He was settled, but you upped and left. 

You walked away and he had to be selfless enough to let you be happy without him if that's what you wanted.

Being offered your dream job in London was everything you had wanted in life, everything you had worked towards.

Your heart shattered when you realised he was willing to sacrifice his own happiness over yours. Eventhough he wanted you in Monaco with him.

“But mon amour, London is so far away?” his hands were all over the place, he didn't want to shout, but he didnt want you to be even further than what you already were.

“This is my dream, Charles, this is what thirteen year old me dreamed of.” you couldn't stress enough how much you wanted this.

Charles felt defeated, you were going, and he was going to have to deal with it.

“It's a double standard charles, you're always far from home, and i support that, i support you! Why can't you just be happy for me?” Tears brimmed in your eyes as you tried to let him see where you were coming from.

“I am happy for you y/n, im so fucking proud of you but-” charles sighed as he prepared homslef to be selfish, “we hardly see each other as is is?” Charles questioned you. He leaned on your living room sofa, his elbows perched on his knees as he rubbed his temples.

“And why is that?” You spitted at him.

You fell down on the sofa next to him as you fell into a deep silence of thought.

“I don't want to break up.” Charles' voice cracked as he spoke up.

“Oh baby.” you leaned over and rested your chin on his shoulder after pressing a quick kiss to behind his ear.

“We're not breaking up, we already know we can handle the distance, what's a little more?” 

The distance worked for a while, but after Ferrari started to fail Charles more and more he realised he could only handle so much. He hated not having you to come home too after a long weekend. 

It was like your ghost lingered around the apartment you used to share. 

Sometimes he would get home late at night and he would open all of your draws and see them empty, and it reminded him of how you weren't really here anymore.

He would call you and be left to a voicemail, something he had grown used to talking to.

“Mon cheri, hi. I know its late, its three am actually.” Charles chuckled as he pulled his phone away from his ear to check the time in monaco. “You're probably sleeping, but I thought I'd tell you I just got home from japan. It was weird not having you at the race, I'm sad you couldn't come, especially since it's one of your favourites.” Charles rubbed his face with his free hand, he knew how pathetic he sounded right now. “It's getting hard mon amour.” he took in a deep breath, “everythings going to shit and I don't know how to fix it. I don't know why i called to be honest, i knew you'd be sleeping but it was worth a try. I just wanted to hear your voice. You always know what to say mon cheri. I just miss you-”

Charles was cut off when the voicemail right tone beeped, letting him know his timing was up on his message. He sighed when he realised he had so much more he wanted to say to you, but you weren't here to listen. 

He couldn't sleep that night, he didn't want to sleep in another empty bed. He hadn't seen you in person for around three weeks now, and he hadn't been able to have a real conversation with you since then either. Nothing more than quick phone calls or late night face times where one would be falling asleep due to the time difference. 

He then decided to pack a bag and fly to london, he missed you, and he needed to be with you.

Charles booked a flight that would take off within the next two hours. He quickly packed a bag and blew off any plas he had made for the rest of that week because he decided he wanted his monday to sunday to be consumed by you.

He picked up the ring box that had been in his pants drawer since long before you left and he realised he was going to do it.

It was seven am on a cold english morning, you were running around your apartment in a towel with wet hair looking for your hairbrush. You hadn't even had a chance to listen to Charles voicemail yet. You found it tucked between your sofa when your doorbell rang.

Subconsciously you grabbed your hairbrush, pulling it through the knotted strands as you ran to your door. You assumed that Sophia, your next door neighbour, had needed to borrow something. 

You were shocked when you saw what was supposedly the love of your love, here, in london. 

But not only was Charles within your presence for the first time in weeks, he was on one knee holding the most gorgeous ring in a small red velvet box. 

He was proposing? He was proposing when he hadn't even spoken to you properly within the last few months. When he hadn't been able to make love to you in weeks, you were both so distant right now but here he was, on one knee at your door.

“Mon amour, i miss you. I've missed you so much it's made me realise that I need you like I need air. I've missed you so much these past few months and all I want is to be with you. You're the woman of my dreams y/n y/l/n. So would you please do me the honour of becoming my wife?” He shot you a nervous smile, his dimples on show, you would have cried of how adorable he looked if you didn't feel a pang in your chest instead.

His smile slowly faded when he saw your wide eyes staring down at his hands. Shit.

After that it was screaming and crying in your apartment, the thought of being late for work long forgotten.

“You can't just show up here charles and propose because you miss me?”

“I dont understand y/n, we've been together for five years, i thought this would be what you wanted?” He pleaded with you. 

“This is what I would've wanted, eventually.” you said, holding up the ring that was placed in your hands.

“What's that supposed to mean?” Charles spat.

“It feels like you're just trying to coerce me into coming back to monaco.” You mumbled.

Charles fell silent, he was sure that's what he wasn't trying to do. But he would be lying if he thought that maybe it would make you realise his love for you and make you come home.

“I just miss you at home.”Charles whispered, tears brimming in his own eyes.

“Monaco isn't my home at the moment charles.”

“You said- you said this would affect us. A little bit more distance you said y/n! You said we would handle it but here we are, the house is empty, your wardrobe is empty, your draws are empty. You haven't been home in months, not even a visit. People are asking if you've left me, y/n. I feel like you just disappeared, like you got up and ran away and left me behind.”

You knew he was right, of course he was right. You became so consumed in your new job that you truthly had forgotten how much Charles probably needed you.

“Charlie, im sorry-”

“No you're not sorry, you're happy, and you feel guilty that you're so happy so far away from me. I can see it on your face, y/n. You've moved on and you didn't even tell me.” Charles scoffed. He stood up and grabbed the bag he had packed thinking this trip would turn out so much better for the both of you.

“I'm going back home y/n. I think- I think you know what you want. It's clear it isn't me so i'm going to go. I'll save you the guilt of breaking up with me, I'll do it for you.”

“Charles, please no, that's not what I intended for I swear.” you cried out as he stood by your apartment door.

“You might not have intended for this, but what else did you expect?”

He grabbed his bag and reached for your front door .

“Charles.” 

His hand scraped the door knob as he started to pull it open, ready to walk away for what he thought would be you asking him to stay.

Instead he was greeted with your open palm, the delicate engagement ring placed in it as you held it out from him to take. From then on Charles knew it was over. 

You were the reason you broke up, but here you were reading all of monacos gossip mags and searching for stupid tik tok videos of charles being spotted with his new girlfriend. Four months later and you were so unhappy in England you just wanted to go home. You decided enough was enough.

To Lando norris

Set up your spare room. I'm coming home.

Lando was your bestfriend and the reason that you and Charles had even met in the first place. You decided you were going to live with him for a while until you managed to sort out your own apartment in Monaco, but Lando was happy to have your company again. Considering before you moved out to live with Charles you were already roommates with lando. 

When Charles caught wind of you moving back to Monaco it was from Carlos, who had told him he recently bumped into you when Lando was helping you move into your new apartment, Carlos's apartment complex. The building right next to where you and Charles used to live.

From the time you left for London to the time you had been broken up to the time it took Charles to buck up the courage to knock on your door you hadn't been together for about a year.

He knocked on the door, his hands shaking as he made an attempt to straighten out his shirt, a bunch of colourful flowers in his hands. They were a range of blue, white and purple, all the colours he knew you loved. 

His breath hitched when you opened the door, he didn't miss the way your face dropped but he did see the glisten in your eye as you registered it was him.

He looked well.

“Charles.” you whispered.

He loved the way his name rolled off your tongue in your accent.

“Come in, please.”

You moved over so he could enter your apartment. He soaked up the decor, he loved how you decorated the place, his heart fluttered when he already noticed the bunch of purple flowers you had in the centre of the living room. He smiled as he realised the colour was still your favourite.

“I got you these, a house warming gift.” He flushed a deep shade of pink as he passed you the flowers, his fingertips grasing yours as you took the bunch of flowers from him.

“Thank you.”

There was a silence that loomed, not an awkward one, it was comfortable, it almost lingered with a sense of nostalgia.

“I don't mean to pry, y/n. But why did you come back?”

You turned to him with a smile evident on your face as you handed him a mug of tea, just how you knew he liked it.

“I missed home, I guess.” you shrugged, still smiling.

He couldn't stop the smile that spread from cheek to cheek as he listened to you refer to Monaco as your home again.

“I realised how much I was leaving behind. That there was so much more to stay for.”

Charles smiled again as he took a sip of his coffee, listening to you talk.

“Charlie, I just need you to know I'm sorry for what I did to you.”

Charles placed his mug on the counter top, ready to protest but you had already beat him to it.

“It was mean and it was selfish of me, I felt trapped and I ran.” 

“I'm sorry you felt that way.” Charles shrugged as it was amost the calmest thing he could do.

“You dyed your hair.'' Charles pointed out as he took a step away from the counter he was leaning on to twist some of your hair between his fingertips.

You looked up at the man you so dearly loved. He was so close you could feel the warmth of his breath, you could smell his toothpaste and his aftershave and you relished in the smell you didnt realise you had missed so much.

“Charles.” it was barely an audible whisper, but it was all too much at once. 

Charles dropped the stand of hair, letting it fall back down along your shoulder and down your chest. He stood back and admitted how different you looked, you looked almost older, mature. You looked well.

“Are you seeing anyone?” the words rolled off his tongue before he could even process how invasive he must have been. However your reply came just as quick.

“No.”

With that Charles took in a deep breath, for him there was a light of opportunity to have you back and he wasn't going to let it pass.

“You?” you thought you were being nonchalant with your reply, you thought you already knew the answer, you had seen the articles.

“I am not.” Charles smiled, sure he had seen a few women. He wasn't going to hide that from you, that he had tried to see other women within the last six months, and he was more embarrassed that you had probably seen they were the carbon copy of you.

You nodded at his answer, putting your head down. 

“Charles, I still need time.” you whispered.

“I'm not asking you for anything mon cherri.” Charles stepped forward again, his hand grabbing your elbow as he stroked your arm. 

“It was nice to see you y/n, you look well.” Charles nodded at you before he walked to let himself out. 

It was evident that you missed him and it was clear to you the feelings were still there. You listened as the door shut behind you. 

Once again he was shutting doors on you. You couldn't help but scoff at the parallel. However this time you decided to take charge of the story. 

You opened your front door, your head snapped left and right to see what way Charles had taken off, you smiled when you saw him standing in the hallway with a smile on his face. 

Relief rushed though Charles as he realised you didn't let him walk away this time, you took back what you wanted and what was rightfully yours.

Like some type of romantic movie chiche you ran down the hallway and wrapped your arms around the shoulders of the man you loved and will always love. As one hand gently wrapped around the nape of his neck you pulled his lips onto yours. 

His lips were still stoft like they had been all the other times you had held them on your own. You relished in the feeling of Charles hands trailing up your back, pulling you in as close to him as he possibly could.

He wasn't letting you go this time, and you were here to stay.

[myafterlifeisbetterthenyours]

OBSESSIVE STOLAS x Male Imp pt.5

(Hold up!!! Before you read this, at the bottom I've left links to the first 4 parts. Go read them first, so youve got all the back story.)

((This is a long fanfic and will consist of multiple parts.)

True to your word, you sent him the address later that day.

You agreed to meet up in the afternoon, telling him the meeting up time to meet.

Stolas had suggested a dinner date, but you had turned that down for some reason, telling him you had a better idea.

You had actually asked him on a date.

So happy was he, the rest of the day seemed to pass in the blink of an eye, the owl caught in a blissful haze.

Eventually it was dinner time, where the prince found himself eating alone, again.

He hadn't eaten with his family since, well you know.

He chose something simple.

Leftovers.

Grabbing the plate of last night's roast, he popped them into the microwave.

As he waited for his meal to heat, he quickly scrolled through his phone.

He was checking your voxtigram again, enjoying the collection of photos of you.

As he looked through he found the picture of you and Blitzø, the sight sending a pang of regret through his chest.

It was strange to think, just a day ago, he'd been head over heels for the Imp. Totally infatuated with him, and now... now he knew the truth.

Blitzø saw him as a meal ticket,nothing more.

He was just way to get to the living realm. What an idiot he'd been, a few kind words, a bit of sex there and he was totally under Blitzøs spell. He felt like an idiot.

His eyes shifted to you, and such warmth bloomed through his chest.

But you. You were genuine. You didn't want money or power, you wanted to make him happy.

You wanted to actually spend time with him, he wasn't just a meal ticket to you, he was someone worthy of love an attention.

He knew you weren't in love with him, not yet, but you would be, he'd show you just how worthy he was of your love.

His thoughts were interrupted by his dinner finished heating up.

He ate in silence, Stolas spending the whole time staring at the pictures of you.

After dinner he went for a shower, the hot water cascading down his body, the heat reminding him of the warmth you brought him just a day ago.

His thought slid to his time with you, fantasising about how intimate, how delicate and seductive you'd been.

The complete opposite of Blitzø.

His thighs ground together, his breath picking up as he slid a hand between his thighs.

He imagined you, holding him close, treating him like that delicate work of art, bringing him pleasure he didn't know existed.

Pleasure racked his body, his breathing hitched. And before he knew it, a mind shattering orgasm wracked his body.

After recovering from his little self pleasuring, he cleaned himself up and got out of the shower.

Walking into his room, he fell on his bed, feeling quiet satisfied. Curling up in bed, he fantasied about what the next day could hold for him.

He had a dreamless sleep that night waking up later than he had the morning prior, finding himself again, well rested.

Getting up, he went about his usual morning routine, all the way until he chose his outfit.

You had said something about wine, so did that mean it was more of a fine dining establishment. But you had said a pizza place right? So was it more of a casual, family restaurant.

He spent nearly half an hour thinking it over before he just decided to text you.

Stolas: Is there a dress code for tonight? I'm just picking out my outfit and don't want to come over dressed, I want something that to wow! you.

(Y/N): Hehehe, not really. Pick something casual and probably bring a coat as well, It gets kinda chilly out there at night.

(Y/N): We'll only be staying at the restaurant to eat, then I've got something planned for afterwards elsewhere.

Stolas: Is that so? And what have you got planned, something exciting I hope.

(Y/N): Nu uh, no hints. You'll just have to wait till tonight.

Stolas: Not even a little hint? 🥺🥺🥺

(Y/N): Nope, but I can promise it'll at least be the most romantic thing an Imp has ever done for you.

That kinda stung, bringing many unwanted memories to the forefront of his mind. You quickly texted again,

(Y/N): Fuck, I'm sorry, I didn't mean anything like that. I just, doubt an Imp like me could match the typical royal date.

Stolas: it's alright, I understand what you meant.

(Y/N): But I can promise it'll be the most romantic thing someone's done with you on a budget.

Stolas actually laughed at that, falling onto his bed like a teenager. The two of you exchanged a little more info, before he finally picked an outfit.

He chose a fairly simple outfit; A stylish pair of jeans, a simple red and black T-shirt with a rather attractive heart pattern across it and then it was one of his favourite leather jackets with a beautiful fur collar

He left the manor grounds just as the sun began to set, the city night-life around the manor already beginning to pick up.

It was a fairly short drive, most people knowing to stay out of the way of a royal limousines.

Finding the street and location you'd described, he had the limo park in front of a rather unassuming building, not really looking any different from the hundred other boarded up buildings on the block.

Getting out, he stood there for a few minutes before he heard you call out. 'Hey good lookin, looking for a good time?' Turning around, he found you approaching.

You carried a simple wicker basket, wearing a humble, yet fitting attire,

You wore a stylish black T-shirt that seemed to just cling to all the right places, your jeans were faded, but not enough to warrant throwing out. And a pair of simple black shoes.

When you got closer, the demon piped up, 'If you were planning a picnic, the basket kind of gives it away.' He told you playfully.

You released a laugh, shaking your head. 'Nah, all that's already set up. I just don't wanna carry everything from here to there by hand.' You told him simply.

'Ooooh' he cood, 'and what is it your getting here, hmm?' He asked, playfully gesturing to the building.

'Oh you know, this and that, you'll be surprised how much they serve here.' You told him just as playful.

Stolas stood up before looking around, 'Speaking of what they serve here', I can't help but wonder where "here" is, this doesn't exactly look like a restaurant.' He told you, gesturing to the rather dull wall of buildings before you.

You just chuckled, looking up at the prince before telling him, 'Dont judge a book by its cover, dear prince of mine' you told him playfully.

You hadn't realised it, but when you called him yours, it sent a wave of euphoria through the owl that he simply couldn't describe.

His mind was addled, the owl clutched himself as he watched you speak, to caught up in this feeling to catch what you said.

He was snapped from his stupor, when he found you were looking up at him, seemingly expecting a response.

The owl panicked, snapping to attention and blurting out, 'Of course, words to live by,' before he just stood there, smiling like an idiot.

You stared at him for several moments, the awkwardness so palpable you could practically see it in the air.

After another moment, Stolas shook his head, 'S-sorry, uh, what was that last thing?' He asked, trying to salvage the situation.

You chuckled, shaking your head, 'nothin, let's go shall we?' You asked him, stepping forward.

He followed close behind, following you into a nearby alleyway.

He followed in silence, but as your path grew longer he decided to ask where you were going. Only for you to suddenly stop and turn towards a large metal shudder.

Looking up at him, you did a little knock on the shudder, before just standing there.

A few minutes pass by before Stolas whispered, 'what are we waiting for?'

You laughed at that, before telling him, 'He always takes a minute to get here... any second now.'

A few seconds go by, just as Stolas was gonna pipe up again, the shudder suddenly shot up, revealing an middle aged Imp carrying a shotgun.

The Imp stared at him for a few moments before looking down and spotting you, 'Oh (Y/n)! Didnt expect you so early.' He told you, lowering the shotgun, 'who's the string bean?' He asked bluntly.

You just laughed as Stolas became indignant, looking himself up and down before asking himself if he really look like a string bean?

''This is my...' you hesitated for a moment, the owl held his breath, waiting for you to finish the sentence

'... my date' you finished, 'this is my date "Prince" Stolas.' You told him firmly, enough pride in your voice to make Stolas flush.

The Imp looked him up and down, 'A prince huh? Damn (Y/n), really pickin up your game' The older Imp gave you a rather lecherous grin.

You scoffed, stepping forward and asking 'Can we come in or are we just gonna stand around talking all night?'

The elder Imp just huffed before stepping out of the way.

The two of you walked into a somewhat narrow stairwell, the prince having to crouch walk to squeeze in there.

'Sorry 'bout the tight fit there your highness, we usually only get Imps down here, it'll be more roomy downstairs.' The old Imp spoke up as they made there way down the stairs.

Stolas chose not to reply, choosing instead to just take it in stride.

It was another minute of walking down the cramped stairwell when they suddenly entered a much larger chamber, the owl able to stand up.

Once he'd stretched his back, Stolas got a good look around, and found himself transfixed by the splendour of the place.

Honestly the place could probably give most of the restaurants he'd been too a run for there money.

It was a large hall, clearly some old structure with black bricks making up most of the walls.

A number of quaint little lanterns hung from the roof giving the whole chamber a pleasantly dim atmosphere.

A series of tables filled the centre of the chamber, each one decked in a cloth, with its very own candle lit center piece.

The architecture created smaller arches along the walls, many of them gave way to small booths where other Imps were enjoying there meal. While others were filled in by wine wracks, each one filled with a variety of bottles.

'My it's... it's...' before Stolas could finish, you cut in, 'yeah... I know, it's not exactly the rits, but for an Imp run business, it's pretty sophisticated.' You seemed disappointed, likely having interpreting his stunned silence as disappointment.

Stolas quickly cleared that up, telling you 'it's beautiful, I've never seen a place like it.' He told you honestly.

Looking down he found you positively beaming.

Reaching out, you grabbed his hand. You dragged him along like an excited child, taking him to what was obviously the front desk.

Placing the wicker basket on top the counter, you binged the bell.

A moment passed before a shorter and clearly much older Imp walked out. Upon seeing you there face lit up, 'Oh (Y/N), so good to see you.' They said cheerfully, pulling out a medium leather bound book from under the counter, they looked up and said, 'Lets see. Ah! Here you are. One table. A high ceiling and a strong bottle, correct?' They asked pleasantly.

You just nodded, them quickly putting the book away and began leading you away.

He found himself led into another chamber, this one much smaller but still just as pleasant.

In this one, a quaint little chandelier, giving the room a pleasant warm glow.

The older Imp quickly left, promising to bring menu's upon his return.

You led him in 'Beautiful place, isn't it?' You asked, seeming a hundred miles away.

'It is' He agreed, never taking his eyes off of you.

It took a few moments, but eventually you locked eyes, a smile growing across your lips.

After a moment, you seemed to snap back to reality, quickly walking over and pulling out one of the chairs, 'Your highness' you told him, an almost seductive tone to your voice.

'Such a gentleman' he spoke playfully, taking his seat.

Pushing him in, you walked around and took your seat.

Sitting down, you leaned forward, the two of you sitting in silence for a moment, neither of you sure what to say.

Eventually you spoke up, 'Can... can I ask you something?' You asked hesitantly.

Stolas, seeing the mood shift, leaned forward, responding with 'of course you can... what is it?'

You took a moment, placing your mouth behind your balled fist, 'I just... I just want to know... What is this?' You asked somberly.

That took him off guard, 'I, uh... I thought this was a date,' he tried to lighten the mood.

You did smile at that, but it was short lived, the sombre look returning.

'No... I mean like, you and me. What is this?' You asked him.

Stolas found himself at a loss.

What were you?

This was a date, wasn't it? So that would make you a potential couple? But he was already married... so, what the hell did that make you?

He sat there for longer than he'd like without an answer, before he felt he just had to say something. 'I don't... I don't know.' He told you honestly.

'I mean, this is a date? And I uh...' He didn't know were to go.

Out of options, he decided to do something that hadn't gone the best for him lately, but with you he felt it would be his best course to take.

He was gonna go with his gut.

'I want there to be something.' He told you, 'You make me feel like... like I deserve to be loved. Like I can be loved... Something I haven't felt in quiet a while.'

'I haven't felt like I really deserve anything in... Hell.... Decades?' He was tearing up now, his voice thick with emotion, 'I don't know if I deserve love, (Y/N).'

'I only ever seem to end up hurting the people I care about.' Tears formed in his eyes, the owl gripped his head, 'Lately I feel like a curse. Like I can only bring pain and misery to those around me... and after what I've done, I can't help but feel I deserve it.'

He looked up at you, a little smile across his face, 'But you... you make me feel like... like someone cares about me... Like someone cares about what I want. And you don't want anything from me... your not just using me as a means to an end... You care about me.' He was shaking now, a gentle tear sliding down his cheek.

He sat there for a moment, on the brink of tears, just as he felt you grab his hand.

Looking down he found you gently grasping his hand. You slowly inspected it, gently running your fingers along the long slender digits.

'You know...' you began, unease in your voice. 'I had no idea what I was doing, that first time.'

'I wanted to cheer you up, make you smile.' You let out a little chuckle, 'And as cliché as it might sound, I could tell you just wanted someone to love you, to make you feel something.' you smiled up at him.

'I knew you needed some kind of affection and I... I couldn't just let you sit there, drowning in despair. So I did it, I gave you the love you needed' You told him, your voice getting a little unbalanced.

You looked up at him, your throat tightening and voice becoming shaky, 'And if after that first time together... I after what we did... you had said you wanted to just pretend like nothing happened. I would have accepted it. I could have accepted that.' You told him firmly.

'Theres so much misery around me, so many suffering for no real reason. So if I could make you happy, even for just a moment. I'd be happy.' A smile spreading across your face.

'I don't know what's gonna happen next.' You told him. 'And I don't know what's gonna happen next.'

Your voice grew firmer, as did your resolve. 'But I wanna get closer to you and you wanna get closer to me. So how's about we just... see where this goes?' You asked him.

Stolas was a little shocked, 'You... you'd really do that, just give it a shot, to be with me?' He asked incredulously.

You just nodded your head, a little smile across your face, 'I... I wanna be with you Stolas, if that's alright with you?' You asked almost playfully.

Stolas couldn't help but laugh, vigorously nodding his head, 'Yes, Yes, a thousand times Yes.' He told you getting to his feet.

His emense height allowing him to lean over the table, locking you into a passionate kiss.

The Owl couldn't help it, he pressed into the kiss, so much so he was scared he might hurt your lips.

But he just couldn't help it, he was feeling such passion right now, all he could think to do was get as close to you as possible.

Hey Hey. Doing some old stories now. I've got so many requests I think I'll just relax a little, do them at my own pace.

This is the 5th part of my series Here's the link to my other chapters

OBSESSIVE STOLAS X Male Imp Pt.1

OBSESSIVE STOLAS x Male Imp Pt.2

OBSESSIVE STOLAS X Male Imp Pt.3

OBSESSIVE STOLAS x Male Imp pt.4

so check that out. I'm gonna be doing some more of my own original works lately, but feel free to leave a request, just don't expect me to get to it any time soon. Any way, hope you enjoyed the story. Bye Bye.

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Grace & Janis

Grace: OMG you and the new boy! 💘🙌 Grace: love that for you babes Janis: lol thanks Grace: 😂😂 k yeah you're busy Grace: I will need that goss tho Janis: dumb and dumber will make up their own to fill in the blanks, I know Grace: LOL Grace: obvs but like Janis: you want the actual truth to spread, yeah Janis: you're alright, soz you won't get that cred Grace: UM rude I want the truth to know Grace: You're MY sister, hello Janis: 👌👌 Janis: hey Grace: 🙄🙄🙄 Grace: ugh just say he's boring whatever Grace: I know the feeling Janis: leave the games to your mates, and the jumping to the wrong conclusions, yeah, we ain't playing that shit Janis: why would I bother if he was, like every other cunt here Grace: Duh I'm only here cos of Leon Grace: so unbothered too Janis: 'course you are Grace: I unbae-d him hun, obvs am Janis: yeah, so you're here just for the fun Janis: cool Grace: I'm here to show him what he's missing so yeah Janis: 'cos you 'unbae-d' him Janis: defs the actions of someone very unbothered and not a girl who got dumped and is seeing how fast he gets a new bitch, and who Janis: count me as not it, yeah 👍 Grace: not even! I know he's seeing Kaya and like I said, idc Janis: well then, not showing him nothing then, he don't miss you Grace: OMG this is so yesterday Grace: here for your 😍 not my 🙄 Janis: are we? Janis: I'm here to pass PE Grace: not what the new boy's here for tho Janis: yeah, not in my class Grace: I know Grace: he takes art Janis: lol why do you know that Janis: you don't Grace: why DON'T you know that? Grace: 🔎👀 Janis: not out here doing a survey Grace: I hope not Grace: keep it sexy honey Janis: sexy Janis: you sound like a nan Janis: a weird one, at that Grace: 🤞 you don't look like one Grace: what ARE you even wearing rn OMG Janis: yeah, 'cos I'm the one that thinks a cardigan is stylish Janis: my pjs? Grace: 😱😱😱😱 Grace: YOU'RE JOKING Janis: it's not particularly funny but Janis: knee slap away Grace: I literally can't help you Grace: 🙏 bitch Janis: everyone's ready for bed, what are you chatting Janis: I wasn't getting dressed again Grace: not everyone's ready to bed a hot boy tho Grace: I can't even with you Janis: if we were gonna fuck he'd see even less so Janis: don't think he's any more bothered than I am Grace: That's SO not the point Janis: are you gonna tell me Janis: cba to guess, like Grace: we do not have time for a masterclass! Grace: 🙏 you're right babes Janis: considering I'm here, I clearly am Grace: unless he's literally inside you rn in which case EW don't chat to me Grace: you don't know that for sure Janis: why would you even say that Janis: you're twisted Grace: Oh please Grace: I'm a nan, UM okay Janis: yeah, and I'm not interested in the incest you're peddling, thanks Grace: why would YOU even say that Grace: so gross Janis: you brought it up Janis: you think you'd be better at gaslighting by now Janis: tell your boyfriends to up their game Grace: 🙄🙄🙄 Grace: tell your boyfriend you don't always do 0 effort, he might be new enough to fall for it Janis: you get one that stays longer than the 3 minutes it takes him to pump and dump, I'll listen to your 'advice' Grace: you get one EVER & maybe I'll take it Janis: yeah, egg on my face for not letting every lad that wants to inside Janis: lmao 🥴🥴🥴 queen of romance as if you've ever had that either Grace: I've turned down so many lads THANK YOU Janis: 😂😂😂 Grace: 👌👌👌 👋 Janis: k yeah you're busy Janis: turning away all those elligible bacherlors will take all of two minutes of you staring at yourself delusional in the mirror, like Janis: nighttime routine! Grace: You're such a bitch Janis: Yeah, you too Grace: Literally where?? Janis: we do not have time to go through all those receipts! Janis: honey Grace: You don't Janis: 💔 Grace: sure Janis: Go talk to Holly and Jessica, they'll make you feel better Grace: I'm doing my night time routine, babes Grace: duh Janis: besties who cry together, no Janis: that's your whole schtick, they'll be inconsolable by now Grace: I'm not crying off a £35 mask Grace: you'll all have to get over it Janis: how effective it is on you, you may as well use it on them instead Janis: revenge acne, very cute Grace: I'm so sorry that my skin needs like a £100 one, okay? OMG Janis: yeah well, I appreciate you realise how tough it is on me Janis: tah babes Grace: leave me alone Janis: I have Janis: 💔 remember Grace: fine, go away Janis: find a spare room and make that feasible Grace: don't even bring him here Grace: I s2g Janis: it's alright, he don't fancy you Janis: the mask won't shatter the illusion, like Grace: Exactly, so just don't, okay? Janis: I'm not going to, Christ Grace: 👌 Janis: Really, Grace, what the fuck Grace: ???!! Janis: like I'm gonna fuck anyone when you're in the room Grace: like that's what I said or meant Janis: yeah, so as per, you can have your friends in whenever Janis: gotcha Grace: that's different Grace: my friends aren't boys Janis: wouldn't make a difference to you Grace: OMG I'm literally saying it does Janis: and it's bullshit Grace: sure Janis: you know it is Grace: no I don't Janis: you want an example of how much of a bitch you are, case in point Janis: my friends were never good enough, male or female Janis: yet we all have to put up with yours every weekend Grace: You don't have friends for me to judge Grace: if I was even bothered which I'm obvs not Janis: Convincing as it was first time 'round Grace: UGH Grace: I'm happy for you but I don't need to extend that to a welcome party in our room like Janis: Whatever Janis: later then Grace: Bye Grace: Are you back in for good? Janis: Probably Grace: I'll get the light then Janis: 👍 Janis: I would've found my way alright, like Grace: sure but I'm not breaking my neck thanks Janis: from the bottom bunk? Janis: impressive Grace: the amount I overpacked is Grace: cannot move Janis: note the 'over' there is negative, not positive Grace: oh great 💘😘 hasn't put you in a better mood Janis: you're the one here copping an attitude 'cos I won't enable your problem, but go off Grace: if you wanna invent problems for me to have, you go off hun Janis: the 'you've got enough' comes too easy Janis: make me work for it Grace: & you're never too busy, yeah? Grace: poor boy 💔 Janis: you see him here Janis: specifically not, on your orders 'cos you out here looking like shrek Grace: he just left you, give him at least one sec of thought like Grace: so rude Janis: capable of having more than one at a time, sweetheart Janis: god bless Grace: LOL Grace: 🙄🙄🙄 Janis: no use, won't be able to spot your brain like that Grace: Thanks for the advice Grace: I was gonna say it for actually doing what I asked but you're right back to being a bitch again so 🤷 Janis: 'cos the definition is famously 'do everything I say or you're a cunt' Janis: you'll never be Mia, babes Janis: not got that kinda clout over them, let alone me Grace: OMG stop Janis: 'cos you know it's true Janis: no bigger bitch than your bestie Grace: You can take the title if you want it babes Janis: your bestie? Janis: no tah Grace: the biggest bitch Janis: same difference Janis: keep up Grace: You don't even know her Janis: we ALL know her 🙄 Grace: She can be a lot, UM HELLO, so can I Janis: 😱 NO Janis: fucking hell Janis: what a revelation, call the press Grace: The rumor mill is focused elsewhere rn Grace: 💔 obvs Janis: I know Janis: get a nude 'leaked' like your fat friend Janis: worked for all of ten seconds Grace: if you want me to kms sure Janis: 🤷 Grace: won't call the press on that revelation hun Janis: I wouldn't Janis: bit embarrassing Janis: not all publicity is good publicity Grace: you'd know I guess Janis: 😂 you're actually jealous Janis: that's funny Grace: of what? Grace: you losing your virginity finally Janis: there's nothing sadder than sounding like a rode hard put away wet slag full of regret at 15, for starters Janis: we get it, you've never had an orgasm or a 'man' that weren't a piece of shit, get a vibrator and put down the cigs, Shirley Janis: and secondly, not got time for the list when you know perfectly well what Grace: & there's nothing more tragically desperate than getting with that boy cos he doesn't know anything about you Grace: he'll find out Janis: and everyone knows everything about you Janis: rather, they could, if they were interested to ever look Janis: it's gotta be hard being 10th most interesting, even Junior had some closeted appeal Janis: 💔 Grace: okay Jan, you're so mysterious Grace: good luck working that angle for another 15 years babes Janis: good luck being a bleeding heart for that long Janis: interest in the sob story ran dry long before your eyes have ever Janis: how infuriating, I don't want it, actively try to get rid of it, and I still get more than you Janis: gutted for you, truly Grace: sure Janis: I know, sympathy ain't what you want Janis: but it's all that's on offer for you so chow down, babe Grace: 😂😂 you think you know me like that Janis: everyone does, remember Janis: you think you get it both ways Janis: take that whilst you can 'cos it's coming up for 5 years and truly, the dead sister bit is dead Janis: Kiera O' Malley's dad died so it's #overparty sweetie Grace: You're twisted Janis: no shit Janis: get them to get you a therapist, all the 👂👀 you can buy Grace: Why would I go when I can send you in with all the issues you've invented for me Grace: hmu with the highlights hun Janis: Christ, don't pretend you don't know Janis: you want that angle Janis: to be this pathetic AND unaware of it Janis: self-awareness is your only shot at some dignity at this point Grace: I know all my angles thanks Janis: it's super funny when you pretend to be a full-time bimbo Janis: not tired at all Grace: IKR 🙌 Janis: kinda sad Janis: do you ACTUALLY think they'd rather be friend with the OTT 'happy' bitch, genuinely? Like you HAVE to know all your 'friends' are waiting for is the inevitable meltdown when you fall apart so they can see what earrings they can scavenge from your carcass Janis: livetweeting how #problematic you are and finally saying how little they fucked with you, anyways, but all the best in life, nothing but love, girl 😘 Grace: Oh honey, I'm 100% not that bitch EVER Grace: can't you spy the dynamic from your moral high ground? awks Janis: oh honey, just 'cos they're keeping the runt around to fatten up, does not mean you're not next on the spit Janis: sadder than I thought Janis: you'll actually be sad when it happens, fuck me Grace: flattered to be called out as that thin tbh Janis: ha, eating disorder gang got jokes Janis: burns calories Janis: not AS much as crying though so crack on Grace: Mhm so does hooking up, so you'll have a way into the squad now hooray Janis: not the way y'all do it, pillow princess Grace: you've never seen the way I do it Grace: my tapes are yet to be leaked Janis: as if they're filming Janis: darling if you were any good, you'd get callbacks, not pied off before a camping trip Janis: but god bless with that #metoo spirit Grace: everyone's ALWAYS filming, check your socials Grace: & I dumped him so 👏 for bringing that fake news back Janis: nah, you didn't Janis: you should get dumpee tatted right under your doormat forehead tat Janis: let 'em know just how much they can get away with Janis: so hot Grace: were you there lurking or are you finally over that now? Janis: lol i'm the one with the obsessive personality Janis: now you're just being silly Janis: check your socials Janis: you've not copped that totally 'anon' post with all the tea only a REAL bestie SHOULD know? 🤔 Grace: I came here so obvs I am ridiculous yeah Janis: no shit Janis: you should be home, smacking her in the face Janis: but you've chased after a lad who was 3 fingers deep in another silly bitch at brekkie Janis: that's fun for you, yeah? Grace: 🥊 is more of a look you like to wear Grace: but sure Janis: sort it out Janis: it's not bad enough you let anyone with a dick in this town make a mug of you, you have to let her as well Grace: I didn't come here for Leon Grace: he wishes Janis: This is why I can't do this with you Janis: he doesn't and you did Janis: crying otherwise helps your case none Janis: actually do something about it if you don't like the narrative Grace: That is literally what I'm doing Grace: if I stayed home it would look like I was crying over him Janis: well right now you just look like you're stalking him Janis: maybe if you tried with the activities, like Grace: ugh that's easy for you to say Grace: it'd look really good when I tried & still can't do it Grace: Get a clue OMG Janis: I ain't saying become Bear Grylls Janis: just have a laugh, with the other girls on this trip that ain't too scared to look anything less than their knock-off idea of 'perfect' Grace: as if Grace: the other girls on this trip don't wanna be my besties Grace: 🔪 are out Janis: 🙄 Janis: yeah and that helps the lads fuck all of you over Janis: just build a fucking raft together, don't need to braid each other's pubes and make friendship bracelets on the last day Grace: 🙄🙄🙄 Janis: no bitch fucks with me, I ain't getting pushed into the lake Grace: I'm not you Grace: 💔 obvs Janis: yeah, use some of that scathing attitude on the people who need to hear it Janis: why can you be a total bitch to me but you'll 😢 and hold back on every other cunt who actually wants to see you fail Grace: you're my sister Janis: don't remind us, yeah Grace: never Grace: it's bad enough we're sharing a room rn what am I 9? Janis: not my fault your bestie can't fart without breaking a bone Janis: if I could share with anyone else, obvs 💔 Grace: it's not my fault either Grace: anything she does Janis: wasn't about to say you were the instigator of the starvation army Grace: Duh Grace: not looking like this I'm not Janis: 🙄🙄🙄 Janis: her dedication to ending up in the ground with all her #thinspiration goals is not aspirational Grace: & neither is this Janis: soz, you wanna truffle shuffle louder, I didn't catch the scope of your GINORMOUS wobbling jelly rolls from here Janis: shut up Grace: you've literally said worse to me Janis: and? Grace: don't tell me to shut up Grace: so rude Janis: you know I ain't here to listen to you chat utter shite Grace: I just said, it isn't & so have you before Janis: That's your problem Janis: getting your esteem from people who hate you Janis: yourself included, naturally Grace: 🙄🙄🙄 Grace: if that were true Leon wouldn't be my ex Grace: go tell him to shut up if you're so concerned Janis: if it weren't true, you wouldn't have fucked with him in the first place Janis: or include him on the list, he's a prime twat Grace: We get new boys literally never & you 💍 him when we did Janis: don't be dramatic Janis: you go for the wrong ones to begin with Janis: correction, they go for you and you don't tell 'em to fuck off Grace: Oh okay yeah I'll date the 🤓 Janis: Probably better than getting piped n pied by the fuckboys Janis: seriously, how many have you lot got in common, it's grim Grace: not if I don't understand half the words they say Grace: I've got you to make me feel stupid Grace: & the others, 10th most interesting, right? 🏆 Janis: you want to be stupid Janis: or at least be seen as, pretend you are like that makes all this shit okay somehow Janis: who am I to deny you that, bimbo? Grace: 😂😂 you don't know what I want Janis: neither do you, chuckles Janis: it's a shit show Grace: Exactly Grace: but I know what I don't want & it's 🤓 thanks Janis: like there's two choices Janis: you don't live in an american teen drama, much as you make-believe it Grace: like I'm spoilt for any Janis: stop being so judgemental Janis: not gonna do you any favours Janis: if I need to tell you that, when I go out of my way to do it, you've got a problem Grace: neither is running some kind of virgin training school Grace: but sure Janis: 🙄🙄🙄 alright Grace Janis: continue to cry about how shit your friends are, how shit the boys who fuck you are, whilst only letting the worst people into your life Grace: OMG I'm just saying everyone already thinks I'm gonna take my clothes off every time I upload Grace: I don't need predatory status against 🤓 Janis: because I'm saying fuck every nerd in school without prejudice Janis: I'm saying there's plenty of alright lads who would like you that you won't give the time of day right now Grace: bitch where?? Grace: an alright lad likes YOU not me Janis: so all boys are shit Janis: like all friends bitch behind each other's backs Janis: YOU'RE settling because you don't reckon you could do any better, that no one decent would fuck with you, admit that 'cos blaming the world ain't gonna change the world you're surrounding yourself with Grace: SO DRAMATIC Grace: I know I can't, I've been sat down here saying it literally the length of this convo Grace: 🙄🙄🙄 Grace: I've said it, you have, Leon has, the boy before him has Janis: Nah, you won't try Janis: you're scared everyone's right Janis: get some fucking ambition and get out of this town or you're gonna end up like the rest of them Janis: knocked up by some prick from 'round here and that's all you've got Grace: cos this town is the problem Grace: as if Janis: death tolls high for a reason, baby Janis: Carly, Eds, they were trying to escape too fucking late and they only way they could Janis: at least they got out, everyone sensible has Janis: Ma, Rio, they're fucking stuck for life Grace: they were trying to escape people, things, whatever Grace: she was no happier anywhere else we lived Janis: we were babies, you don't remember that Janis: that's the bullshit they've fed you 'cos it's all that keeps them from doing themselves in with the guilt Grace: okay Janis: anyway, semantics, if you want it that way, girl Janis: it's this family we all want out of Grace: but we can't Janis: yeah, we can Janis: where's Billie, where's Junior, Nancy Janis: like I said, anyone with sense jumped ship there and then Grace: that's away not out, nobody gets to be out Janis: they're not coming back Janis: they're as out as she is Grace: no they're not Janis: get a clue and check out 'til we can actually go too Grace: check their socials then check hers Grace: she's the only one who died Janis: worse than dead Janis: least you can all pretend she didn't wanna go, yeah Janis: she was coming back Janis: they're actively choosing to stay the fuck away, every day, and they're right Grace: She was, Janis Grace: cope with that Janis: she's dead anyway, cope with that Janis: all the family love in the world ain't saved none of us, her included Grace: It's not me hiding behind her Janis: it's not hiding when you don't want to be found Janis: and you can babble on about what an open book you are but you're the biggest fake of them all Janis: at least da flaked all those times he couldn't hack it, at least ma's a cheat who's fucked over everyone she 'loves', at least Rio is a whore who's fucking her own family to boot Janis: they talk a big game on the happy family, but their actions say otherwise Janis: you're just, here Janis: hoping we all get it back, like it was ever good Grace: #fakeittilyoumakeit babes Grace: I'm 15 where do you want me to go? In Billie's footsteps cos LOL that modelling career is a no Janis: you miss the part where I said check out 'til it's over Janis: let it go, Grace, let everyone go, because they're gone Grace: I'm still waiting for you to tell me how Janis: It ain't hard Janis: they might not be as forthcoming giving you reasons to hate them as I am Janis: but it's not taxing to find 'em Janis: bubbling under the surface, barely Grace: I hate you but we're still having this chat Janis: it's all perfunctory Grace: like I know what that means Janis: Truer words Grace: 🙄🙄🙄 okay Janis: Night Grace: 👋 Janis: [Assault death drop] Janis: 💀 yet? Grace: about to kms Janis: 🙌 Janis: you really took our little talk to heart Grace: literally nothing to do with you but 👌 Janis: sure it is Janis: you think you're getting solo interest rn? Janis: I'll tell 'em it's gone from a sickbed to a deathbed, see if they go for it Grace: UM I don't want it thanks Grace: I can die of shame away from the 👀🍿 Janis: Bollocks 😂 Janis: it's the most fun you've had all trip Grace: You said do activities! This is so your fault Janis: See, you took multiple chats to heart, awh Janis: you're not even hurt, just your ego Grace: OMG I am not in the mood Grace: go away Janis: damn, lanky and large not fluff your pillow just right Janis: can't get the staff, babe Grace: 😱😱😱 Grace: you know what's wrong you were LITERALLY there Janis: yeah, you eat shit, the boy laughed Janis: an amusing scene but not one you need to hide in the sickbay for Grace: STOP Janis: you're so self-involved, take a look around, baby, plenty people making mugs of themselves, it's half the point Janis: Kerri-Ann gave herself the biggest wedgie on the aerial course Janis: probably picking that out still today Grace: okay that was funny Grace: but just Janis: I get it, it's not funny when it's you, yeah Janis: better to laugh it off though than be a primadonna or that'll be your camp moniker by the end of this and your ladies in waiting will have to kms too Grace: I can't now Janis: well, I'll tell you when it's safe to come out Janis: when the fat lad takes a tumble or whatever else is the laugh of the minute Grace: I picked him to be my partner so this wouldn't happen! 😠😠😠 Grace: boys are so unreliable like Janis: they're not famed for their use of words, give you that Janis: it was an accident, like Janis: no wink wink nudge nudge let's let the bitch fall was happening Janis: the teachers aren't that useless, quite Grace: thank god Grace: I'd have to kill him before myself & my wrist hurts so like no Janis: you started slicing already Janis: hit up the samaritans this ain't my scene Grace: 🙄🙄 Janis: come on, that was funny too Grace: no Janis: spoilsport Grace: You still won, get over it Janis: Obviously Janis: who else would Grace: not Leon that's for sure Grace: that girl makes me look athletic Janis: 😂 Grace: she's not even the one he's telling people he dumped me for Grace: but I'm a slag, okay Janis: ladies, ladies Janis: you're BOTH slags Grace: LOL Grace: I'm gonna get dad to pick me up Grace: give it my best 💜 por favor, venha me resgatar, pai 💜 Janis: don't be dumb Janis: you'll look like more of a baby than you already do Grace: &? Janis: you're supposed dying of shame in there Janis: it's counterproductive Janis: get up and get over it, minimal damage Grace: like you care Janis: Obviously not Janis: but you apparently do, so much Janis: so think on Grace: to what? I shouldn't even be here anyway Janis: you want the lasting impression to be the girl that showed up, threw a paddy and then ran away Grace: focus on the fact you'll have your own room babes Janis: exactly Janis: why you tryna do me any favours Grace: not about you hun Grace: embrace the concept Grace: & new boy's 😍😍💘😘 Janis: yet I win again Janis: alright Grace: it's not me v you Grace: it was me v Leon & there was a glimmer of hope in one quite fit lad but 💔 obvs Grace: not gonna get with him if he can't handle a blindfold, am I Janis: that was your master plan Janis: jesus Grace: Duh Janis: Ooh Leon, lemme prove what a slag I ain't and a total catch and fling myself at a random boy Janis: showed him Janis: lucky it didn't work if that was your idea of a point to you Grace: No, let me show you how much I don't care that you think I'm a slag & neither does anyone else Grace: that boy included Janis: he definitely cares Janis: banking on it Janis: honestly, get a clue Grace: whatever it's not about to happen Janis: good Janis: 'cos that's the stupidest thing you've said all holiday and that's saying something Grace: such a bitch Janis: such a stupid slag Janis: we've all got our cross to bear Grace: Yeah Janis: 🙄 fucking hell Janis: anyway, they've stopped talking about you and da has a job so don't be a dick Grace: like that'd stop him or you're concerned about anything he does Janis: like you are Janis: least I don't pretend to care so he'll drive me places Grace: 🙄 let it go, he's not answering Janis: probably on the phone to his actual favourite Janis: 💔 bummer Grace: Mhmm Janis: wouldn't say you're 10th on that one but definitely not 🥇 Grace: you're 10th, I'm 9th Janis: Nah, idiot Janis: the white kid was 10th, it's pretty obvious Janis: Junior's 9th 'cos he literally hated him so much from birth he had to bounce Janis: Billie is 2nd 'cos came back for her, Pablo's 3rd, Iggy's 4th, rest you lot can duke it out for 5,6,7 and I'll take 8th Grace: not now she's dead, she isn't 🙏✞💕 Grace: & Junior has to be higher up now so he can repent honey Janis: kid yourself he weren't relieved Janis: ain't no one but black grandma believe in that shit Janis: and that's just as a handy-dandy rule book for him #sparetherodspoilthechild #obviously Grace: he's kidding himself, doesn't matter what I think Janis: nah Janis: he's happy being cucked, clearly Janis: plus competition got lower once Carly pegged it Grace: 🤷 Janis: n'awh Grace: worry about yourself and getting Ollie out of the way now I'm stuck here Janis: why would I Grace: cos you're 😍💍💘 Janis: so? Janis: you can do one, idc where you are Grace: UM NO Grace: you can Janis: nah Janis: you've got no use for a bed rn Janis: piss off to your friend's room Grace: being a bitch isn't gonna help you here babes Janis: then stay Janis: see how much that helps you Grace: so twisted Janis: you're the one refusing to leave, apparently Janis: been warned Janis: 🤷 Grace: EW Janis: don't worry, maybe your fwightened lil virgin theory will finally pay off for you and you can feel better about your own sexual history at my expense Janis: 🤞 for you babes Grace: OMG stop being gross Grace: I don't wanna see what's all over my feed thank you Grace: I definitely don't need IRL access Janis: 😂 Janis: OK nan 👌👌 Janis: you've always been the definition of can dish it out but not take it Janis: poor boy(s) 💔 Grace: I've never fucked a boy in front of you Janis: there's a lot you ain't done but I've heard plenty about Janis: difference between us is I ain't all talk Janis: you'll have to fuck off then, won't you Grace: cos everything you've heard is the truth Grace: oh please Janis: I mean from YOUR mouth Janis: it's empowerment and ownership when you do it, and Rio can get it all out for everyone at the right price Janis: but nah, not me Janis: you wish I was half the virgin you reckon, then you'd have ONE thing over me, yeah? get a grip Grace: I repeat, I'm not doing it in front of your face, bitch Janis: I repeat, you try to tell EVERYONE how good you are in the sack 'cos you know there are 3 hotter sisters to choose from Grace: No I don't! Janis: it's pathetic, stop it Grace: You're being extra & if you need ME to tell you, stop it Janis: What's your edge then? Janis: go on Grace: why is everything a competition with you OMG Janis: because it is, always has been Janis: come on, this is your thing, what's your target demo, babe, who are YOU catering to? Janis: you wanna be a 2nd rate Ri forever, yeah, cool Grace: SHUT UP Janis: Exactly Grace: You want me to hate you, I do Grace: Let it go Janis: not how hate works Janis: you really got to thinking Edie might care 'cos she let up, gave it some time and space Janis: no chance Janis: you ain't gonna forget Grace: I'm not doing this with you rn Janis: nah, you ain't Janis: put your face on Grace: it's always on hun Janis: You look a state Janis: and he's coming over Janis: get over it Grace: He's not coming to see me Janis: Who is Janis: Never stopped you before Grace: freak out about him all you want Grace: directing it at me tho Grace: really Janis: why would I Janis: I know who I am, who I'm catering to Janis: I'm the effortless one Grace: sure Jan Janis: maybe you'll think of a better selling point one day Grace: maybe you'll stop being so closed off one day Janis: don't count on it, babe Janis: especially not tonight, yeah Grace: 🤞 he isn't Grace: easy to fake being a person for a few days, yeah? Janis: said as if you'd know Janis: doormat's easier to maintain, right Grace: 😂😂😂 Janis: Yep Janis: thought so Grace: You think about me too much babes Grace: it's getting lowkey weird Janis: these convos might set your world alight but remember that big word I taught you Janis: yeah, that Grace: 👌 Janis: 👋 Grace: 🙌 Janis: forgetting you got no place to be? Grace: you've got somewhere, go Janis: I've told you, I'm not leaving Janis: very injured, like Grace: 💔 Grace: tragic tbh Janis: his thoughts exactly Grace: awks if they are Janis: only for you Grace: you too that he's figured you out that quick sweetie Janis: and you're sat there wasting your whole life? Janis: we knew you weren't the brightest but bless Grace: you're really seizing the day babes, how could I compete Janis: you couldn't Janis: maybe you'll win the genetic lottery in your next life Janis: be the best dungbeetle ever Grace: how #motivational Grace: love that Janis: it's too late to be optimistic about this life Janis: but I got faith in you there Grace: ILYSM obvs Janis: ew don't even pretend Janis: put me off, obvs Grace: obvs not Janis: 😂 you're precious Janis: if I knew all it'd take to get you to shut up was telling you about my exploits, I'd have started ages ago Grace: If you had any ages ago, sure Janis: oh babe Janis: really still going with that bit Janis: can't let it go, can you Grace: can't tell the truth, can you Janis: what would you know about that Janis: #fakeittilyoumakeit right babes? Grace: I mean, obvs don't tell him unless he's into that #duh Grace: some boys get lowkey weirder than you're being about it so Janis: again, what would you know Janis: no one's buying that for you Janis: can't have it both ways 💔 Janis: or either, if you're you 💔💔 Grace: I was once thank you Grace: that's how it works Janis: NO! 😱😱 Janis: you mean you didn't come out the womb so sexually empowered, colour me #shook Janis: it's so natural, you wear it so well Grace: IKR Janis: Oh God 😂 Grace: Ew don't give me a preview of your sex chat Janis: yeah, you would imitate bad porn Janis: you know boys mute that shit, yeah? Janis: as per, too fucking loud, Gracie Grace: 😂😂😂 Janis: no one fucks with that fake shit Grace: thanks so much for your expert advice Janis: welcome, welcome Grace: obvs not Janis: all very obvs with you, obvs Grace: LOL Grace: fun chat babes Janis: as always Grace: g2g relearn all my bedroom techniques so like Janis: bit gross to do that with your pals Janis: can't say I'm surprised Janis: another porn-like trope Grace: literally so gross Janis: I said it first, darling Grace: 👏👏 Janis: have fun, ladies Grace: duh Janis: 🤢🤢🤢 Grace: 🙄🙄🙄 Janis: soz, they ain't my type, like Janis: shouldn't come as a surprise Grace: It doesn't Janis: 👍 Grace: 👌

[i-have-a-wonky-eye-too]

2 + Super Soldier = LOVE - Steve Rogers x mom!reader Valentine's

Glitter, glue, pipe cleaners, pom-poms, craft paper, buttons, lollipop sticks - you name it, it was there all over the kitchen table when Steve walked into the apartment that he shared with you and your son, Toby.

Steve let out a soft sigh as he entered the kitchen, gently placing his hands on Toby's so he didn't scare him. "Hey, bud."

"Steve! You're home!" Toby beamed as he turned in his chair and gave Steve a quick hug.

Steve chuckled. "What's with the mess?" he asked, ruffling his hair.

"I'm making, Valentine's cards." he smiled looking up to Steve.

Steve sighed deeply, only just realising he hadn't got you anything. "For, tomorrow." he stated, receiving an excited nod from your son.

He was screwed. He'd been working none stop, he'd forgot all about Valentine's Day and he couldn't just go out and get you anything, he had to watch Toby. You were still at work for at least two more hours and he'd just sent the baby sitter home. He could ask Mrs Henderson  to watch him, but that would mean disturbing her night and making Toby clean up.

"I made this for you." Toby tapped Steve's hand with a piece of paper. "It's not as good as what you do, but, mom will like it." he shrugged.

Steve took what Toby had just offered him and sat down before opening it up. He began chuckling. "Thanks kid, but, I think I should probably do something myself."

Toby nodded with a deep sigh. "Yeah, you're probably right, mom would see right through us, wouldn't she?."

Steve nodded grinning as he looked back at the drawing. It was a picture of you and Steve (or Captain America) both with heart eyes and holding hands, all drawn in crayon and although it was a complete mess, Steve still thought it was a work of art. Toby wasn't Steve's son (his loser of a dad ran when he found out you were pregnant), but he loved him like he was and Toby loved Steve like he was his dad too.

You guys met whilst you were at Washington Square Park. Steve was out running and you and Toby were having a picnic. Where Toby had decided you should sit was right by where Steve ran, every time he ran his circuit he'd pass you guys by, offering you a small smile as he did. You were checking Steve's ass out as he ran by when you heard a blood cuddling scream behind you. Toby had fallen out of the tree he'd been 'climbing'. Steve was by your side in a blink of an eye, helping you to try and calm your wailing son who had cut his knee open. After accompanying you to the hospital (he wouldn't take a no for an answer) and waiting with you until Toby was able to go home with a couple of stitches, you invited Steve home for dinner to thank him for being so kind and that's how things started.

"Shh-" Steve whispered to Toby as the two of them slowly crept back into your shared bedroom.

Toby had made Steve promise to wake him up earlier so he could give you your card before he had to go to school.

Steve lifted Toby up onto your bed before he knelt down beside the bed and gently began to wake you up. He leaned forwards and pressed a kiss to your forehead making Toby pull a face of disgust. He was your typical eight year old, loved the fact Captain America was dating his mom, hated seeing them kiss.

"Wake-up, doll." Steve smiled softly at you as you began to stir.

You smiled as you pushed yourself up. "Hey-" you covered your mouth with your hand as you began to yawn. "What's going on?"

Toby grinned holding his card up. "Happy Valentine's Day, mom!"

You began laughing when you saw his card, a picture of a bunny that said 'Some bunny loves you!' on the front.

"Aw, thank you, sweetheart." you leaned over a have him a big sloppy kiss which he hated.

"Mom! Get off. Not in front of Steve." he huffed making both you and Steve burst out laughing. Another thing Toby hated was you embarrassing him in front of Steve and the other Avengers who he adored, especially Natasha who had her very own Valentine's card this year, as did Wanda and Pepper.

Steve smiled as he pulled out his little booklet he had for you. "Don't get mad, but, I forgot."

You sighed a little. "Steve, I've told you not to worry about things like this."

Steve shook his head. "Sweetheart, any excuse to show you how much I love you and I'm gonna do it." he winked at you as he handed you the booklet. "Happy Valentine's day, baby." he whispered before he pressed his lips against yours, warning another groan from Toby who quickly hopped off the bed.

You thanked Steve as you took the booklet, smiling when you saw they were homemade coupons. One for a foot rub, one for dinner, one for 'fondueing'. You bit back your giggle as you glanced up to the super solder, smiling when you saw him blush as he eyed the coupon you were on. You continued to look through them until you came to the last one.

"One knee?" you frowned as you read the coupon again.

"Oh, that's a good one." Steve smiled as he moved back a little before digging around in his pocket and pulled a small red velvet box out. "I love you, y/n. Have done since the day we met. And, not only did I fall in love with you, but your wonderful and amazing little boy too. The two of you have given me so much love in the short amount of time we've shared that, I wanted to ask you, to share that love with me, for the rest of our lives. So, y/n y/l/n, will you marry me?"

Silent tears rolled down your face as you listened to his beautiful words. You loved Steve with every ounce of your soul and you knew he loved you and Toby, he told you and showed you every day. He proved on day one he'd do anything for you.

"Yes!" you sprung up out of bed and crashed into Steve sending him flying backwards. You pressed kisses all over his face as he laughed, holding you firmly against his body.

"Y/N, Y/N, do you want the ring on or not?" he chuckled.

You nodded with a grin. "I do."

[faintblueivy]

Sunshine Memories - Izuocha Fanfiction

Hello everyone! This is my submission for Izuocha week 2018, day 2. The prompt is photograph.

This piece is dedicated to @teenytraveler and her art for not only inspiring me to write this but also allowing me to repost the art for accompanying this fanfiction. Link to the art

And a big thanks to @deviswriting for beta-reading this!

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Sunshine Memories

The house without her cannot ever be home.

He has known this for a while now. So, when he wakes up and realises that the other side of the bed is empty except for the neatly folded sheets, he frowns, but then remembers, they are heroes and this is their life.

Ochako and he have been married for a year now. And for him to be honest, this life has been incredibly blissful. Her small smiles, shy glances, soft touches, and feather-light kisses made him giddy with that intense feeling palpating in his heart.

To think that she has chosen someone like him to spend her entire life with made him feel warmly special.

They had begun dating a year after the graduation when Ochako had accidentally confessed her feelings to him, in a reunion. He knew she was drunk and had barely any consciousness but it had neither made it any less awkward nor had it calmed the violently erratic heartbeat of his. He had planned to ask her about it after gathering a lot of courage and contemplating it overnight, only for her to avoid him for weeks.

Finally, he couldn't take it anymore and decided that it was enough. Forcing a late night talk with him knocking on the door of her apartment at 1:00 am was the only way for him to get his point across.

Love...was a hard battle with several mishaps and struggles, but they finally won against it.

They had dated for four years of happiness, laughter, misunderstandings, arguments, apologies and loving gestures.

And by then Izuku knew…

It was her or no one else.

Izuku rolled on to the side of the bed lazily and realised that it was one of those days - when Ochako has to go to work and he has the day off.

His groggy mind made attempts to think of how to start the day and then thought of how leaving the bed would be a good option.

So with a lot of effort, he pushed himself off the bed to begin his morning routine. He returned back to their bedroom with a towel draped around his waist and water dripping down his hair. Pulling out an underwear, he dressed in a pair of comfortable shorts and a loose Uravity t-shirt.

Oh, well, if you know him even a little, then it shouldn't be a surprise, right?

The kitchen obviously was as empty as the rest of the house, only except there was a bowl of miso soup and rice with some pickles set aside for him. A note in a small, curvy and cute handwriting which he can recognise anywhere stuck on the side of the bowl.

Eat up! And I hope the soup is not too salty! ;)

Love, Ochako.

A smile bloomed upon Izuku's face at the warmth that Ochako's lingering presence and undeniably kind gestures left this house with.

For him.

The soup is a little salty...not inedible, but still a little. But he doesn't mind, because the sweetness of her smile and touches is well mixed with it. And simply knowing that is more than enough to bring him back home even from the worst of the villains, so a little salty soup doesn't stand a chance.

After eating up and cleaning up the dishes, he finds the music player and puts on the Ochako's playlist because yes, he misses her and sometimes he can actually visualise her moving and jumping around all over the place dragging him with her and all the spunky and energetic music with rainbows and sunshine make him happy beyond what words can describe.

He grabbed a vacuum cleaner and made himself busy cleaning the house, bobbing his head in the rhythm of the music, swaying side by side occasionally and thinking about how Ochako would deliberately bump her hips against him at times like these and then giggle at his surprise.

Izuku is not exactly a clean freak but he values cleanliness to some extent, so more than often he volunteers for the task. Ochako is the one with better hands in cooking. A home cooked meal after a hard day of work accompanied by Ochako and her smile might be the closest thing to heaven he can have.

It might sound cheesy but it is as true as it can be.

As he saunters all around the house, with the music in the background, his eyes stray to that particular wall.

The one which Ochako has dubbed as ‘wall of memories’.

A small wall of their house which is littered with a collage of various pictures of them and their families and friends, at varying interval of times. Some pictures are of them as babies and others are of them as teenagers with class A.

One is of him and All Might grinning at the camera with peace signs. Next one is of him, Ochako, Iida, Todoroki, and Tsuyu. Another one is of all the girls of class A and one is of him, Mirio and Eri.

A 'wall of memories’ definitely!

In midst of all these beautiful moments that they have managed to capture and pin them here to remember and to never forget what they fight for, it is that one which catches his eye.

Ochako's favourite.

It was taken two years since they had started dating. Iida had been the one to take it - a Polaroid photo.

It was one fine autumn evening when some of them had that fortune of having a day off. It was just a small trip to the beach. A small picnic to meet a few of their classmates and share of what little they could of the lives they were living.

Izuku smiled as he traced the figures on the photograph.

The photo displayed Ochako standing there, her arms held up wide, her cheeks flushed in a pretty shade of pink, the glow of the setting sun reflecting against her hair. But the favourite thing for him in the entire photo was her smile. That soft bright smile which could make his heart beat a million per minute and yet calm him down even in the most terrifying situations.

But the thing that Ochako loves the most about the entire photo is him. Izuku lightly tilted his head and eyed those of his large arms wrapped around her small middle.

She once told him that she never knew that he looked at her this way. Like as if she was his entire world and all the good in it. And he doesn't hold back a smile at because he is very familiar with this. He knows that he loves her. And has for a very long time.

He had told her back then, albeit shyly. And in response, she had beamed at him in a way that never fails to make his heart squeeze.

For him, Ochako is the glow of the thousand suns burning together. Since the day he had met her to the moment, he'll see her again in the night when she returns back home, her presence is the warmth, light, and love of his life.

Yes, you are.

The reason he fights, the reason he smiles.

Even if she wasn't a part of his life, a dreaded impossibility for him now, he still would have been a Hero. Because wanting to save and protect people is what he has dedicated his life to. But the sheer possibility of an existence without her by his side is where he is lost.

A “Deku” without her “sounds like you can do it!” would have been a Hero unable to bear the responsibility of symbol of peace with that smile intact.

Some people refer to him as the Sun.

But to him…

She is the sunshine.

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Alright! Here were some fluffy thoughts for his lady love from Izuku! HAHAHAHAHA! I hope you enjoyed it! (Even though there was not much to enjoy)

Thank you once again @teenytraveler for allowing me to repost your art with this FIC!

[anniesartthings]

FMP Prgress week#5

Week 5 and half way through already! Was quite a challenging week as I have been quite poorly with an ear infection. I didnt go into college on Monday, but spent the day putting together my Artist CV and applying for a Durham creatives project to run a postart community engaged art project. I also found ancardboard box to use as test for the 'headspace' #EOYS installation and did some more sketchbook development.

Doing my artist CV made me reflect on all the exhibtions and collaborations I have taken part in over past 12 months and the new networks i have connected with. It also helped with organising key pieces of work for future submissions.

In the evening I watched a programme on Franz Marc (Tower of blue horses) and Andre Rieiu concert who reflected on the benefits of watching and singing music together on wellbeing and sense of belonging- many friendships had been made at his concerts and the joy and connection on the audinece's face was evident, it made me realise how much I had missed live music this year.

On Tuesday- I did some more work on the wood sculpture piece started last week. I sanded with a finer grade (240) sandpaper using an orbital sander this time instead of doing it by hand and thought about what type of treatment I wanted to finish the piece.

I also joined the Artists union and looked up more references from the social practice surgery 'prescription' I attended last month with Dan Russell and Artist Lady Kitt. I set up the Eventbrite event for the creative workshop i planned last week to share with community and other groups. I made it a public event and shared with my social media contacts and fellow students. I also made contact with Artist Lady Kitt through her site and shared my art workshop and survey.

On Wednesday I got to learn Pottery throwing. After watching the great British pottery throwdown it was something I have been wnating to do and was so happy to have the opportunity to have a go. Because of COVID we have been unable to use the studio for months and this ws my opportuinity to make th emost of being able to access the facilities. I intended to make a rose-bowl , but my main outcome in my plan was to learn how to throw so I wasn't too concerned about what emerged. Discussed shapes and plans with David the ceramics technician and noted that i was left-handed using a wheel set up for right-handers. Thought it woudl be a good exercise for my brain and can always go back and try throwing with the other orientation after Easter. Noted the meditative aspects of throwing, having to completely focus on centring the clay, tune into touch and sound of the clay on the wheel and make coordinated movements to achive the changes in shapes. Also a good lesson in accepting failures and not getting too stressed about it as there were a few collapses along the way!

Pretty pleased with what I achieved in a morning session and have another week next week to finalise pieces before the Easter break. I kept the 'failures' as they looked so much like Roses!

During the sesssion some students were called away as someone in their bubble had returned a positive COVID test- they had to stop work and leave college for testing and isolating. this relaly made me focus on having a flexible FMP plan and appreciate being able to accesss the space.

On Thursday I was back in the sculpture studio and spent the day trimming the bowls and lids thrown and adding decotations/carvings tothe lids ready for bisc firing. i also did some artist research on Sir Anthony Gormley and some sketchbook work and promoted my survey and wordcloud interactive space with fellow students.

On Friday I watched Graysons Art Club, and the guest was Jane Symour who created a wonderful wave painting and described how healing art was. this programme is such a wonderful example of the healing power of Art as so many of the participants have stories of how their creative practice has helped them overcome life challenges or deal with loss, and perry and his wife Phillippa talk openly about the emotional connections that their creations have for them.

The weekend was spent catching up with sketchbook work and doing more audio interviews using the voice recorder borrowed from college. Only one more week left until Easter break so really want to make the most of my time in college next week and get as much practical work done as I can.