#well damn i just made myself a couple creatures

[georgia-porgia]

Hey everyone. Haven’t posted in a while. But I just thought I’d just dump some recent sketches of mine here.

OK so these 3 are concept sketches for an alien species I didn’t end up fleshing out that much cause I got distracted with other things…

And these are sketches for my version of catfolk! I tried to make them look like they actually evolved from felines. And I’m not the best at drawing skeletons, but, hey, I tried!

These 3 pages are sketches I did trying to figure out what seadrakes (a silly creature i made up the other day) look like. Seadrakes are basically dragons if they didn’t fly but could swim pretty good. That’s all I have for now

And as a matter of fact, these are the very sketches that inspired seadrakes! haha i’m very proud of myself

Anyway that’s all I have for now. But I do have more sketches in my gallery so let me know if you want a part 2!

[aquaticmercy]

Strays

Summary : Bucky has a soft spot for strays.

Pairing : Bucky Barnes x reader (she/her) 

Warnings/tags : cute animals and fluff!!!!

Requested by : myself

Word count : 1.4k

Note : Just wanted Bucky to have a puppy lol. Also, Alpine gets a friend. On another note, I work freelance in events, and I’ve been getting more jobs lately, so instead of posting everyday, I will post once every two days starting next week. I will be focusing and posting a new series for the next couple of weeks, with the odd extra one shot here and there when I have time. So continue requesting if you’d like, but please know it will take a while for me to get to more requests! Summer and Winter are when I get paid the most lol.

Requests are open!

You were curled up on the couch, absentmindedly running your fingers through Alpine’s soft fur, though your eyes kept darting toward the door. The TV was nothing more than a flicker in the background, unable to pull you from your thoughts of the love of your life, who had been on a mission in some foreign land.

He was supposed to return to you today.

It had been a long few days without him. Though you trusted his skills, the anxiety of losing him never quite went away.

As if sensing your worry. Alpine shifted in your lap, purring gently. 

When you first heard the keys jingling, the tension in your body slowly eased.

Your fingers paused in their rhythm, tangled in Alpine’s fur, as your gaze locked onto the door.

A wave of relief washed over you when Bucky stepped in, a bit dirty, but more importantly, he was home. A quiet breath slipped out that you hadn’t even realised you were holding.

Alpine’s ears perked. In a swift movement, she hopped down, trotting towards the door with an affection she only ever reserved for Bucky.

"Traitor.” You smiled softly, shaking your head.

As your eyes landed on the tired soldier, you noticed hair was messier than when he’d left, a little darker at the roots from sweat and exhaustion.

But none of that mattered because he was here.

Safe.

Your eyes darted across him instinctively, scanning for any sign of injury. When you found none, the last of the anxiety you had been holding onto melted away.

His stubble had grown out, and his dark hair fell into his eyes in that rugged, effortlessly handsome way that always took your breath away.

"Bucky," you greeted, the suddenly stopped in your steps. You could not hide the disbelief seeping into your voice as your gaze flicked from him to the creature he was carrying.

“What is that?" Your brows shot up.

Cradled in his arms was a wriggling ball of fur—a scruffy puppy with floppy ears and a wagging tail that seemed too big for its body.

Bucky gave you a sheepish smile. He was clearly trying to gauge your reaction.

“Hey, doll," he said, shifting his grip on the puppy so it didn’t slip out of his arms. The little thing was all giddy and excited, as if he couldn’t wait to explore his new home. "Funny story—this little guy kind of found me on the mission."

You crossed your arms, an amused but slightly exasperated look painted on your face. "You brought a puppy home?"

"Technically, the puppy brought himself home," Bucky explained, trying to dig himself out of a hole he knew he created. "We were clearing a Hydra base in some small town, and this guy was following me around the whole time."

His eyes softened as he looked down at the puppy, the look that said he had his heart set. That his mind would not change.

You could not resist that look. That damn puppy dog look in his eyes that made your heart race.

You sighed in defeat.

With a soft smile, you stepped closer to him and kissed the edge of his mouth. You couldn’t deny the warmth in your heart when the puppy licked your pinky finger with such an innocent affection.

“Bucky, we have a cat.” —You just had to remind him— “A very particular cat."

"Yeah, well…" He scratched the back of his head, aware of the risk he’d taken. "I couldn't leave him behind. He just... kept following me. I figured we both know what it's like to be strays."

Your gaze softened as you looked at him.

This man, despite all the scars he carried, had a heart big enough to take in the lost things of the world. Like Alpine.

Like you.

Bucky knelt down, setting the puppy on the floor. The little dog sniffed around for a moment before bounding over toward Alpine, tail wagging furiously.

"I think they’ll be fine," he said, watching them both attentively. "It might just take some time."

You bit your lip. You were still unsure, unconvinced.

Alpine was notoriously picky about her space and her routine— she would hiss at other cats. She would be uneasy around dogs.

You knew why, though— she had never had animal friends. You weren’t sure how she’d feel about sharing the apartment with a dog. Especially a puppy, who needed all the care and attention in the world.

The puppy sniffed Alpine’s fur, his wet nose twitching with curiosity. To her credit, Alpine didn’t immediately lash out—though she did step back, her eyes narrowing suspiciously.

Bucky’s face lit up, interpreting it as a positive sign.

As you studied his features, you realised the way his eyes darted between the two animals reminded you of how he had first been when he moved into your apartment—unsure of his place, testing boundaries, waiting for rejection that never came. 

It wasn’t just about the animals; he wanted the puppy to be accepted, loved, and understood.

The way you had accepted, loved, and understood him.

Watching him now, you knew that Bucky wasn’t just saving a puppy. In his own little way, he was saving himself.

"See?" he said as he stood back up, slipping his arms around your waist. "No hissing. That’s progress.”

You leaned back against him, find warmth I his touch. A warm that calmed you, a comfort you hadn’t felt for days.

"We’ll have to keep an eye on them.” You eyed the two animals warily. “I don’t want Alpine to feel neglected or stressed."

"I’ll make sure she doesn’t," Bucky promised, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "And this little guy—" He gestured to the puppy, who had now flopped onto his back and was staring up at Alpine expectantly. "Will learn his boundaries."

Your breath hitched when Alpine took a cautious step forward, sniffing at the puppy’s belly.

You braced yourself for the first sign of aggression.

Surprisingly, instead of retreating again or swatting at him, Alpine gently pawed at the puppy, almost as if she was testing him.

Bucky chuckled. "Looks like she’s more curious than angry."

You smiled.

—

As it turned out, it didn’t take long for Alpine and the puppy—whom you’d started calling Sunny— to develop an unlikely friendship.

Over the next few days, you watched in amazement as Alpine’s initial wariness melted away. She’d spend her mornings perched on the windowsill, watching Sunny bounce around the apartment, chasing after his own tail or gnawing on a duck-shaped squeaky toy Bucky had bought for him.

Alpine seemed to find his antics amusing.

One afternoon, you walked into the living room to find the two of them curled up together by the fireplace—Sunny fast asleep with his little head resting on Alpine’s side, and Alpine’s tail gently flicking back and forth as she purred contentedly.

"That’s a sight I never thought I’d see," you murmured, smiling as you leaned back on the fluffy couch cushions.

Bucky, who had just finished making dinner in the kitchen, walked over to join you. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders, gazing at the pair of them with a proud dad-like smile.

"They’re best friends now," he said, his voice soft. He kissed the top of your head, soothing all the reservation s over the last few days. “Told you it would work out."

You tilted your head up to look at him, a teasing smile on your lips. "I still can’t believe you just brought a puppy home from a mission."

Bucky grinned, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I didn’t think you’d mind," he said, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to your lips. "And I was right about that, too."

You rolled your eyes playfully but kissed him back, your heart brimming with love you could not contain. "Just don’t make a habit of it, Barnes."

"No promises," he teased, pulling you closer.

"You’re lucky I love you," you said, your voice.

Bucky’s face softened at your declaration, as it always did, and he bent down, closing the distance between your lips and his.

This time, the kiss was slow, lingering, a silent exchange of everything you couldn’t put into words—how grateful you were that he always came back to you, how much you loved this life you had built together, strays and all.

Sunny, as if jealous of the affection you showed each other, jumped into Bucky’s lap and slobbered on both your faces.

While watching Bucky play-strangle the little pup on his lap, you couldn’t help but think— like him, this puppy had also once also been adrift, homeless and confused. 

The way he held the Sunny, his large hands cradling the small, fragile creature, was almost too symbolic. 

Maybe he hadn’t realise it, but he was reclaiming a small part of himself. His humanity.

In many ways, all of you—Bucky, Alpine, Sunny, and you—were strays. 

Each of you, in your own time, had been wandering, searching for a place to belong.

And now, with Alpine climbing up and curling next to you, you knew that you all belonged with each other.

-end

[kandadze]

Ep 27 loose thoughts

Well, that's one way of snapping someone shell-shocked out of making a drastic decision. I feel like PSJ snapped something in herself at this moment, too. Anyone else found the ancestor's commentary going on in the background while the girls are bawling their eyes out hilarious? Just me? Okay.

While I was waiting for the ever burning wood to activate or something, the moment WX opened the box to reveal dried flowers I choked. ZYC!!!

Baby!Yichen breaks my heart, so impressionable, so open to learn. It's interesting to see that the phrases about suffering we've seen him use as an adult might have come from WX... Not a fan of telling people in mourning to stop dwelling in misery and sadness like it's as simple as flipping a switch (not to mention, she apparently *just* met him for the first time? The heck?), but at least the rest of her words seem to have helped him... so much that he kept the flowers 😭 The irony of her snow metaphor contrasted with their current predicament is indeed exquisite, A+ for that.

Are they going to be saved by the power of lurrrrve??? (At least this time. Still holding out for how that's gonna play out in the finale.) I mean, what other way to sway an ancient creature who's seen pretty much everything there is to see, than to show them something new? What's that? A test for a future event? (I'm getting really paranoid about nothing we've seen so far being real. It's like Alice in Wonderland on a bigger scale. Or Finnegans Wake on a smaller scale. I don't know.)

Oooh Bingyi and Ying Long, our original doomed couple (of self-sacrificial idiots)! I would watch a whole drama just about them. And damn, I can definitely see where Zhao Yuanzhou got his masochism from. Stoppppp not "Just let me be the first star"! (Especially since I just remembered ZYZ's "I'll be the rain...") It's not supposed to be literal! 😭😭😭 Ahhhh this scene just broke me, also because it seems to reinforce the idea that ZYZ *has* to be killed for the greater good. The visualssss in the execution- sacrifice? What the heck do I even call it?- scene though, soooo good!

"Let me do it myself." LET ME DO IT MYSELF??? FUCKKKKKKK DAMNIT HE JUST- ::head in hands, crying forever::

"Remember. This is my choice, not yours. You don't have to bear any blame or guilt." That's not how that works. That's not how any of that works!

Again, we're dealing with choices. But the fact that ZYZ choice was the same as Ying Long's... the fact that YL says that neither he nor Bingyi had any regrets... oh this is going to hurt.

Oh? ZYZ's future is not what he wants? (And wouldn't that be funny, considering ZYZ's own words while schooling ZYC in the very first ep... 9 times out of 10, things don't go our way?)

"You two are really like us." 😭😭😭

I was wondering if they were going to show us what ZYC saw, and not only does the image of ZYZ's body on that dark floor mirror Ying Long's body floating in the water, both ZYZ and ZYC wear the same clothes as in the very few scenes from the trailer that didn't happen yet... These poor sods, they've been Going Through It for almost a decade now with the only end in sight being yet another tragedy (even if the drama seems to suggest that they don't see it that way at this point.) ::head in hands, crying continues::

"My friend is here. We'll go together." The *sound* I made. Everything else this drama has given me aside, the growth of these characters and their bonds is so well done, and absolutely precious to me.

I want Ying Long's hopes and wishes for them to become true. Seeing how there's hints everywhere in this drama, I hope the words of one of the most powerful beings in existence will count for *something* in the end! (Am I grasping at straws? Maybe. Let me be delusional for a bit longer.)

What do you mean, five, ZYC? What's Ying Lei, chopped liver?

Oof this *almost* hug before WX starts feebly hitting ZYZ. It's relief, it's anger, it's fear for the next time, it's all the feelings that became too big to contain. I feel her so much. (I would've started whacking both him and ZYC way earlier tbh 😅) And ZYZ allowing her that release before pulling her in for reassurance, patting her as if she was a scared child. 😭 Cut to PSJ, looking as if she wanted nothing more but to be the one offering the reassurance to WX. Cut to ZYC, remembering that willingly or not, he's going to hurt WX beyond reassurance. Once again, the bonds in this drama!

Wait hold up hold on what? You just removed Bingyi's blood from him, that should mean that ZYC will not have to become a demon, right? So what's that about developing the inner core? (Also, I just realized that so far all they got from this trip was "go east and ask for a dragon scale" lol) Thankfully him and ZYZ had their conversation(s) about titles and identities so being asked to make that particular choice was not completely out of left field at this point. And all he cares about is whether that means that the last trace of Ying Long will disappear! 😭 (I'm so with Bingyi on this one... I would hold onto that last shred of my friend's existence, too, *especially* if they offed themself via my goddamn sword.)

What's with that look after he says that he thinks he has it - the inner core - is there a joke here somewhere? (I *gotta* go back to learning the language, the things I'm undoubtedly missing on!) The only thing I can think of is - did they think he said he's pregnant??? ::dies:: "So what's your true form?" "Must be dragon." "I say you're a mule." "Better than being a monkey." "I'm a white ape!" ::dies again:: Nice to see we still get a friendly ribbing between all of them, and I can breathe after all the angst. Fingers crossed? There's still 5 minutes left...

Oh good, let's talk about getting Bai Jiu back! (I knew there was one more character from the opening credits that didn't show up yet... guess it's the rebel princess.) While Ao Yin is eavesdropping! Talk about good hearing. Sigh, here it comes, another goal they have that will conflict with Li Lun's; they want the scale to restore the sword, and LL not only doesn't want that to happen, the scale could potentially help him get rid of the poison.

Oh for fuck's sake, I think I was subconsciously waiting for Chongwu Camp to show up, knowing that they've eavesdropped on the gang earlier, and here they are. ZYZ should really think of putting up some sound barrier when they discuss important plans, everyone seems to know exactly what they'll be doing at any given moment!

Ahhhh we're getting a nod to that little cough and stumble WX had shortly before this trip. Something's wrong with Baize token? Or with her connection to it? We only have 7 episodes left, drama!

(ZYC is such a good little brother.) Oh great, it was the rebel princess who killed WX's dad? I repeat, we only have 7 episodes left!

Sigh... with only 7 episodes left, we *also* find out that the goddamn 3-face-mask has history with the princess? And has everyone and their mother sat on that little bridge???

This feels like the endless final scenes in Peter Jackson's "Return of the King," my head is spinning.

Note to self, *stop* looking at previews. Ying Lei, what the absolute fuck?

[angsthology]

“when you said you were seeing someone i was kind of hoping a therapist” — or an alt title: roo sees things others can’t

theres been this uneasy feeling she feels on the back of her neck...

a/n fun fact i was possessed once as a kid. but anyway this came to me when i was reading the gamer episode of vr!!! so thank u noelle. but anyway let me explain this one: where im from the places here are kinda... "spooky" i guess and there are some people who can see otherworldly creatures and idk i just feel like bringing these in cause i thought it would be fun!

warnings; kinda creepy tbh i wrote this and imagined it a couple of times and scared myself (cause ik damn well it can happen to me 😭), this writing is kinda all over the place so uhh sorry

THE KANGAROO(KIE) VS. THE WORLD

alex had initially been unfazed by the girl beside him, having a hard battle against her drooping eyes. he definitely understood where it’s coming from. this meeting was so boring. plus, roo wasn’t a big fan of listening to words that came out of the mouth of men anyway so there’s no surprise there.

it was only then after several more head drops she seemed like she was more awake, her eyes quietly and cautiously scanned the room from every top corner to behind them.

he brushed it off as nothing, probably just gathering reality after her on and off nap.

after that it was smooth sailing and more... listening.

only, he sort of noticed how her eyes barely looked up from her lap but he fully knew that she was awake now. still, he thought, maybe she was just tired still so he didn’t bother bothering her.

when the excruciating life sentence had finally stopped, the entire room stood up and either made their way to each other or simply leave.

alex had a brief conversation with charles who sat on the right row behind him, he then went to speak to his friend that was just one second ago still sat silently beside him only to turn around to find an empty seat.

he then looked around the room to see if she had went to talk to someone only to find her lack of presence in the room.

weird. she always did like to mingle.

again, he shrugged it off, maybe she just went to take a nap elsewhere.

the next time they had a meeting in the same room, the alfa romeo driver had arrived with george russell by her side. they barely said anything and arrived in silence. well, that wasn’t true. the girl had arrived in silence, george was greeting everyone happily.

when they arrived, george occupied himself in a conversation with alex. when he looked to his right he found the spot empty where the woman once stood in. he then looked around to find her already sitting silently besides her teammate.

she had been fine this morning when she met up with george until they were called into the meeting that’s when her energy seemed to have shifted. george simply thought she just dreaded the meeting itself—as per usual, like any other meeting she didn’t like so it seemed pretty normal to the brit.

though, she was uncharacteristically quiet. like, she wasn’t exactly someone with a big dictionary on the daily but she was still as annoying as a twenty-something-year-old could be.

she had kept her head down during the entire duration of the meeting, only ‘listening’ to whatever there was to be said. every once in a while she could be seen looking up cautiously from her lap, though her eyes only seemed to be looking at repetitive spots.

after the meeting was finally over again, she was gone before anyone could reach her.

weird.

another day, another meeting everyone dreaded. seems like that’s all the agenda was the last couple of days.

but no one dreaded it more than the woman in metallic black.

she was currently walking along with zhou (who was now caught up with all the information). she was uncomfortable, she hoped that today she’s gone—that it was gone. she had been keeping her head down to avoid it but over the days she could feel her creeping in closer and closer to her.

roo was so close to entering the room until she felt the hair on her neck stood up in alert and she knew she couldn’t. she was so close to escaping today’s meeting but just her luck.

lando had seen her and she knew it was too late when he had beckoned her over.

she—like she has been the last few days—entered the room cautiously, not looking up to that spot for her own sake.

“hey, man.” the brit greeted, patting her back.

she tried to greet them all back in the same manner but her uneasiness were overpowering her social skills and she couldn’t find the power in herself to say anything coherent.

the rest of the men looked at each other in question giving the other only a shrug. they were about to ask when they were cut off by the meeting starting.

and, surprise surprise, roo had already disappeared again from their side.

she now sat on the far left just next to the opening isle where they could walk through.

the three british men didn’t waste time to occupy look at the other for confirmation and the empty seats beside her. usually that would’ve pulled a reaction from her, a comment along the lines of ‘everybody wants to get with roo’ but when she stayed quiet head down that really piqued their interest.

throughout the entire meeting she was still very quiet which wasn’t something out of the blue but something that was, is the heavy breathing coming out of her mouth. at first it was nothing but the more and more time passes it got heavier and louder. lando, who sat next to her had heard the entire buildup causing him to worry for his fellow driver. he nudged her with his arm to which she flinched at.

“hey, you alr—” before he could finish she was already jumping off her seat and mumbling a small ‘excuse me’ as she sped-walked in front of them, circling her way out of the row and exiting the room.

a moment later, her teammate excuses himself out of the room leaving the three british men to give each other a look.

after they were all dismissed, the three had made it their mission to find the alfa romeo driver(s). everyone knew how random roo’s (behavioral) pattern is, but even they knew that was weird and out of the blue.

but somehow, it was not really a big surprise when they saw her walking along the paddock with fernando, smiling as if nothing had happened.

when she saw them, her smile grew and she waved at them happily as they went and approached her.

“hey, how was the meeting?”

“fine. —are you alright?” lando didn’t bother to hover around the topic.

she shrugged, “yeah, just, things, y’know.”

george furrowed his eyebrows in confusion and quite frankly, taken aback, “what things?” he asks, his tone almost sound accusing.

she sighs, slumping her shoulder a bit, “it’s stupid.” she states.

“if it made you bolt out of the room like that, not really.”

she rolls her eyes, “i kinda… have been seeing a woman.”

they were so taken aback the three furrowed their brows in sync, only making her realize the mistake in her words.

she shook her head as if to refresh her thoughts, “let me rewind—i uh, i can… see spirits.”

still—hell, probably more—confused, their response to her words were tilting their heads like a puppy dog (though george and lando had a sort of shift into a more judgy look).

she clicks her tongue, “every time i look up in that room i see this woman with long hair—hair that covered her entire face down to her chest. and– the first time ‘round i thought that was it and that when i come back the next time she’d be gone. but… i guess it seemed like she got closer every time i come back. and today– today she went to the point where she was near my face and i guess… i guess i was finally feeling her presence getting too close instead of just seeing.”

when she finished talking, the three drivers in front of her stayed silent and she almost regret saying anything. she felt really stupid despite how real it was for her. she turned to whine to nando next to her when one of the three brits finally spoke up.

“that’s awesome!” exclaimed alex.

roo, still standing facing in fernando’s direction, only side-eyed him—judgy and  confused, right on-brand.

“…i was terrified.” she somehow thought she needed to clarify.

“no, yeah, sorry you had to go through that, whatever—you can see ghosts!” alex re-states excitedly.

the older man out of the four of them couldn’t help but be amused by the entire conversation. he put both his hands on each of the girl’s shoulders and laughed lightly, shaking her a little in the process, “good luck, niña.”

“man, i don’t need luck. i need new friends.”

taglist; @treehouse-mouse @disneyprincemuke @yansbolobao @leilanixx @judespoision @vellicora @bborra sorry for this mess 😭😭

[kaely1916]

MY TIME IN HELL ☠️

(This one does not make sense but stuck with me)

Context: A powerful being, perhaps Desire, Dream, or some other creature, is curious about Edwin and his time in hell.

"What kind of punishments did you have in hell?"

"Quite a lot, I dare say."

"Interesting. How many of the seven sins were assigned?"

"None, because I never committed any of them."

"Oh? Do tell me."

"The most common one was being chased."

"By who?"

"By a giant spider made of baby doll heads."

"Sounds lovely."

"Then it would catch me, rip all my limbs apart, chew my body, and it would all start over again."

"You were in a suffering loop, quite frequent in that place."

"I imagine."

"You said it killed you—how many times? "

"A lot."

"Don’t act like you don’t remember them. You’re a smart guy."

"11.534 times in 70 years and 16 this second time."

"Care to be more precise?"

" 2,340 were from blood loss, 1,487 from decapitation, 4,000 from eating my heart directly, 1,180 from being stabbed, and 1,260 from asphyxiation..."

"And the remaining 1,267?"

"...That was me killing myself and praying not to wake again in that nightmare."

"Quite a lot of times to try to make a point. If it didn’t work the first time, why keep it up?"

"Maybe I’m persistent."

"Maybe you’re just a masochist."

"I can assure you, I did not enjoy being there in the slightest. Every minute there was endless pain and suffering."

"Then you are just a suicide"

"Quite complicated, having in mind that I'm already dead"

"If you said so. But now the question is how?

"How what?"

"How are you still sane?"

"Ha, am I?"

"Sane enough to have this conversation. I’m going to be honest with you; I’ve seen a lot of ghosts in hell, and the immense majority, if not all, end up insane in some months, with luck a couple of years. But 70? Please, do tell us your secret."

"My mind is one of my best qualities."

"Well, I can see that. I would love to actually see more. What would it take to break you? Do you have limits? Will I be able to find them?"

"I can assure you, once more, that anything you could do to me has already been done."

"I can make you feel pain, real pain."

"How original. I’m sorry to inform you that you’re 70 years late for that."

"Maybe it’s a pain that you still don’t know."

"I. DOUBT. IT. Even so, I honestly don’t care anymore."

"Wow, you’re so damn broken."

"Tell me something I don’t already know."

---

The End

[isalisewrites]

TERRIBLE, BUT GREAT - CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

SUMMARY:

“Harry Potter.” The cold burrowed into his flesh, the scent of cloying death and molding earth clogged his senses.

“The Boy Who Lived.”

A strange sense of loss and disappointment rose within him. That brilliant, yet cruel boy could’ve been so much more if he’d not stepped down this bloodied path.

Terrible, but great. He pitied this creature.

“Come to die.”

Harry Potter faced the flash of green light with the bravery of a Gryffindor and the broken heart of a Hufflepuff.

---

When Death gives Harry a third option, one that can save everyone he ever cared about, he takes it unflinchingly. Even when that means doing the impossible: falling in love with the enemy, Tom Riddle.

---

THIRTY-FIVE EXCERPT:

“Well, if she’s not your type, Harry, I’m sure I could help you find—”

Roland’s spoon snapped in half; he flinched with a sharp gasp, dropping the broken end of his spoon; it clinked onto the table. The flare of familiar magic crackled and prickled against Harry’s skin, his neck and arm hair standing on end. A faint shiver slid through Harry at the feel of it. The other Slytherin boys froze, their collective gazes swiveling onto Tom.

Tom’s knuckles were white; his tight grip on his fork shook. Tom’s lips thinned, their color stark against his pale skin.

Alphard blinked awake. “Did I just… feel accidental magic from Tom?” he asked in a sleepy voice. He scrunched his eyes. “That’s unusual.”

The blood drained further from Tom’s cheeks.

Roland grinned. “Oho,” he drawled in delight. He grabbed another fork. He leaned an elbow onto the table, glee in his eyes. “Did you wanna shag her, Tom? I’m sure she’d get over herself if you asked with your usual charm—”

Roland’s second fork flung upwards, snapping in half midair. A couple of Slytherin girls cried out, while everyone in the vicinity ducked; the broken fork clanged onto the table, one part landing in a pitcher of pumpkin juice and sending a spray of liquid everywhere. The other piece landed on Simon’s plate, splattering his breakfast all over his front.

Bloody hell.

“Damn,” murmured Alphard.

Quintus’ lips trembled with the visible effort of holding back a smirk.

Cheeks a bright pink with his features pinched in suppressed emotion, Tom bolted to his feet and threw his bag over his shoulder; he fled the Great Hall.

Quintus smacked Roland on the shoulder; Roland squawked in protest. “You have no tact whatsoever,” he muttered.

“Me?” cried Roland. “After what you said a few weeks ago? Have you heard the shit the two of you go on about? I wasn’t saying anything weird. I was just asking if—”

“You were crass,” said Simon. His brow twitched low; his nostrils flared. He vanished the mess from his robes with a roll of his eyes. “And you know this already.”

Roland grinned. He shrugged and didn’t say anything.

Marcus shook his head. “Still… that was a bit strange, wasn’t it?”

“What was?” asked Sebastian.

“I think that’s the first time I’ve ever seen uncontrolled magic from Tom.”

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What in Salazar’s name was that?

Tom was trembling; his magic rippled beneath his skin, wild and restless. He could feel the disquiet and the agitation in his very magic.

He hid in an alcove next to a suit of armor and covered his face with his hands. He never lost control like that. Never. What was happening to him? This was utter madness. I’m losing myself. Control was his strength. He could not lose that. Control over himself was what set him apart from everyone else. Total control over his emotions, his body, his magic. With these, he could control everyone else.

But if he lost that… He lost everything that made Tom who he was.

This didn’t make any sense.

He was getting enough sleep. His wand wasn’t disobeying him or causing any trouble at all. Since when did he have problems with his accidental magic? He never had issues like that. He hadn’t even had issues with it when he was a child, at least not for long. He’d quickly learned how to have total control over his magic as a child.

What is this? What is happening to me?

Tom leaned against the wall, his head knocking lightly against the brick. He took a deep calming breath. Calm down. If he analyzed what was said and what had triggered the lose of control, he’d be able to mitigate losing it the next time.

Olive.

That awful girl had been the problem.

Right?

Having the audacity to break traditions, asking Harry out as her date—they weren’t a couple, so where had she come off with the gall to ask Harry to the Yule Ball? If she’d waited, she might’ve gotten a dance out of Harry.

The suit of armor creaked beside him. The fire in the nearby lamps flickered. Tom’s heart rate spiked. The control over his magic began slipping again and he had to place a hand over his heart in the effort to calm it down.

Okay, maybe she wasn’t the only problem.

It was the idea of Harry dancing with her that irritated him and Tom wasn’t sure what to make of this strange feeling that bubbled and coiled deep within his gut.

And Roland’s disgusting language about sleeping with her irritated Tom even further.

The idea of finding Harry in a forbidden tryst with the girl in the confines of a broom cupboard filled Tom with apocalyptic levels of rage.

Right, that was a very normal reaction. Right. He certainly didn’t feel the same way when Alphard and Quintus got up to their mischief. Why should he feel any differently about Harry?

Oh, but he did.

And Tom didn’t understand why.

[autistic-crypt1d]

X-Files Live Blogging:

Season 2

Season 1 was amazing and left on a huge cliffhanger, I'm so excited for season 2 let's gooooo

I feel the need to say this after watching a lot of this season. Episodes 10 - 14 have some very triggering content (SA and rape). Please be aware of this if you decide to watch and if you want to watch the show but can't or don't want to see that, please feel free to DM me and I'll tell you what I can about the episodes!

S1

Updates:

- Little Green Men

- Space!!!!

- Scully getting existential in the autopsy room

- Scully's longing look at Mulder 😭 why are you ignoring herrrrr

- oh my god, Scully trying to keep Mulder from losing his belief is so AHHHH

- THE HEAD RUB OMFG

- how could he go without her!!!

- Jorge noooooooo

- Mulder should know better than to go after stuff without Scully, she's just gonna find him anyway

- nice work Scullyyyyy

- "before I could only trust myself. Now I can only trust you, and they've taken you away from me." BRO

- OH FUCK

- RECORD IT MULDER

- DAMN IT DUDE THAT WAS YOUR CHANCE

- talk about an event to restore his belief damn

- she found him!!!!

- THE SHOULDER GRAB

- take all the paper and go!!!!!!

- just grab em!!

- Mulder putting his hand on Scully while the shooting is happening oh my godddddd

- let's go get away driver Mulder god damn!

- oh shiy Caldwell (I can't remember the character's actual name) sticking up for Mulder??

- you can tell by his face he did noooot approve the wire tap on his phone

- I don't understand why they didn't just gran all the papers

- "I still have my work. I still have you." AHHHHH

- The Host

- he's so dead

- oh yeah, that is horrifying

- god I hate water monsters, this is gonna suck so bad isn't it

- ahhhh he's stayed for Scully AHHHHH

- YUCK

- NOPE

- Skinner!! The guy who is also Caldwell is called Skinner here

- YEESH that wound is nastyyyyyyy

- starts bleeding from the mouth, GETS IN THE SHOWER INSTEAD OF GETTING CHECKED OUT

- BRUH EEW

- oh boy that is a big worm

- OK NOT A WORM WHAT THE FUCK

- where tf was it?!?!

- NOPE NOPE NOPE

- ok yep he's just goin down into the sewer in a suit no hesitation

- oh he's so gonna fall in isn't he

- YUP

- YEAH STAND THERE AND TALK ABOUT YOUR LOST GLASSES INSTEAD OF GETTING OUT OF THE WATER KNOWN TO HAVE A KILLER CREATURE IN THERE

- MULDER NO WHAT THE FUCK

- OH

- boy howdy that's gross, but nice job Fox

- THEY DIDN'T REMOVE THE BODY?!?! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?!

- Blood

- title makes me nervous

- do not listen to that man, please listen to your gut and run away

- Mulder you better not have actually given that creep Scully's number

- wow, they never figure out who was doing it????

- Sleepless

- killer nightmares?

- new guy, Krycek looks familiar

- BRUH, the way Mulder is leaning towards her in this scene is WILD

- apparently the actor has been in a couple things I've seen, Supernatural, Once Upon a Time, and Burn Notice

- Preacher I also recognize, been in a couple crime shows I've seen

- I'm excited about the new guy it's fun, he better not try to replace Scully as his partner though

- Mulder's new friend in the FBI has a super familiar voice, it's making me think of the guy who played Brian (I think), the guy who also played Walter on Eureka, but he's already been in this show

- oh shoot, ok well definitely not that guy, but I recognize the actual dude

- damn those are some big ass flashlights

- damn it new guy I liked you!!!

- Duane Berry

- man this is quite an episode for Mulder

- oh shit

- y'all this episode is really cool

- A TWO PARTER OH SHIT

- Ascension

- Duane Berry has made a big mistake

- I recognize the cop that pulled him over

- OOP

- Krycek you better not get Scully hurt istg

- YEESH THIS SHIT IS INTENSE

- MULDER YOU'RE GIVING ME ANXIETY

- KRYCEK I SWEAR TO GOD

- oh hell

- KRYCEK. KRYCEK WHEN I CATCH YOU KRYCEK.

- LET'S GO MULDER!!!

- the government guys used Duane to get Scully away from Mulder didn't they

- WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK WAS THAT, STOP THAT, DON'T TOUCH SCULLY

- Krycek totally murdered him right?

- oh shit did Mulder figure Krycek out???

- YESSS

- I kinda love Skinner now

- SHE STILL ISN'T FOUND WTF

- -3

- vampires?

- Dana becoming an X-File makes me wanna cry

- VAMPIRESSSSSS

- did they being back Maybourne?!?! They did!! Ugh is he gonna be an asshole this time

- OH

- thank god you have SOME sense Mulder

- when is Scully coming back, I miss her :(

- damn ok they ready got a new third

- ugh I hate the way she talks about blood, and the way she talks like she's trying to be sexy. I hate that in characters in general. Characters are either sexy or they aren't, characters that are played to be by trying to be is so hard to watch

- Mulder is wearing Scully's necklace oh my god 😭

- please do not hook up

- STOOOOOOP I HATE ITTTT, ESPECIALLY WEARING HER NECKLACE

- BRO STOOOOOP

- god damn it y'all

- I'm honestly so upset with Mulder right now. His partner, the only person who not only believes in him, but follows him anywhere putting herself on the line again and again for him, is missing and he's hooking up with some random person?!?!

- One Breath

- DANA

- SHE'S NOT DEAD DON'T YOU DARE PUT THAT UP AND MULDER DON'T YOU DARE STOP LOOKING FOR HER

- DANA?!?!?!?!

- I recognize Melissa from something, Eureka I think?

- WAIT NO THAT'S DIANE FROM NCIS

- YEESH

- tall chainsmoking mf, you suck

- PFFFFFT CANCER MAN

- Hammond!!

- who is this nurse??

- damn dude I really love Skinner

- oh hell

- go see her Mulder, tell her you need her!!!

- YESSSS

- y'all this season is nothing but pain so far wtf

- wake up Dana!!!!!

- YES DANA LET'S GO!!!!

- AHHHHHHH

- I'm so happy she's back

- Firewalker

- oh hey it's the scientist from the Eureka episode with the meteors!!

- man this show really loves utilizing the "rectangle of light that only illuminates the eyes even though it makes no sense and where tf is that light even coming from" thing

- oh my god the slight little step behind Mulder Scully did

- bro really should not have gone out alone, he's gonna die isn't he

- I missed the duo so much I'm so happy!!

- oh yeah, he dead

- uh oh

- WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT

- a mushroom?!?!?! NAH

- THE SHOULDER TOUCH AHHHH

- throat mushroom is so gross I hate itttt

- OOP

- I really hope they don't just gloss over Scully's abduction. I hope that the way it affects her will get brought up again at some point

- HANDCUFFS?! SERIOUSLY JESSE?!?!?!

- god damn Scully is strong!!

- RUN MULDER!!

- THE FACE TOUCH

- that was a very deliberate patch showing, does that mean something?

- Red Museum

- wow! Gross!

- where the hell is that dude hiding wtf

- poor kid :(

- oh lovely, a cult

- bro, wiping the corner of her mouth?? These two have so much comfort in physical contact with each other from like day one

- Cadet Haley?!

- OH

- OH SHIT HE WAS IN THE WALL

- disgusting man

- aaaaand Mulder is rushing into danger alone again

- saved by Scully once again

- Excelsis Dei

- Janet!!!!!

- hey now you leave Janet alone!!

- tw: rape

- Mudler you better work this case well or istg

- I despise old men, they say the most vile, intrusive shit, and behave like they're fucking kings

- ah yes, feed the residents mushrooms 👍

- KICK IT!! SOMETHING!!

- ah so Stan was indeed the problem

- Aubrey

- did he just send her there to die??

- wtf??

- not dead???

- huh????

- was that really a necessary thing for Mulder to say? (Spoiler alert, No)

- this poor woman geez

- wtfffff

- y'all this episode is depressing af and so was the last one wtfff

- Irresistible

- sir you are immensely creepy

- WHAT THE FUCK STOP THAT SHIT

- WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT

- AHHHH YUCK DUDE

- GIRL RUN WHAT THE FUCK

- what is going on with Scully this episode? I feel like it has to be more than squeamishness with how they're emphasizing it

- y'all what is with these episodes, I hate them so much

- DAMN RIGHT, PUNCH THAT MF!!

- YOU DIRECT THOSE MF CREEPY PEEPERS AWAY FROM SCULLY YOU BASTARD

- she better shoot him, this episode can only be redeemed by that dude dying horribly

- damn that therapy scene was good

- dude you better back the fuck off

- she should've been allowed to kill him this is bullshit

- I'm really glad they revisited and acknowledged Scully's trauma as much as this episode sucked for me personally

- Die hand Die Verletzt

- interesting title

- wtf

- dude what is with all the sexual assault and rape in this fucking season

- Mulder trying to shield Scully with his body 😭

- Scully insinuating the guy was being controlled?? Oh??

- wtf

- Fresh Bones

- YEESH

- was that Lt Conner from Stargate SG-1??

- fuck Wharton y'all

- WHAT THE FUCK

- serves you right Wharton

- Colony

- Mulder?!?!?!

- GERARD?? FROM 911??

- please don't tell me you're buying this Mulder

- that's the actress who plays the young version of Leneya in Stargate!!

- way to go Scullyyyy

- oh fug

- End Game

- Major Davis!!!!

- get your hands off her you shapeshifting fuck!!!

- it was really her? Oh man :(

- ow ow ow

- ok it wasn't really her thank god that would've been super disappointing

- what about the scene from the beginning of Colony???

- LET'S GO SKINNER

- ok here we go

- why is he still hiding out in the sub??

- oh ok I guess he's leaving now

- YOU TELL HIM DANA

- Fearful Symmetry

- invisible elephant???

- no longer invisible elephant???

- so aliens have been taking the babies?

- :(

- Død Kalm

- what the fuuuuuuck

- what the FUUUUUCK

- BRUH WHAT

- this episode is stressing me outttt

- screw the captain guy

- Karma

- Humbug

- what the hell is wrong with this dude crashing a funeral like that??!?!

- way to go Sherriff!

- tabernacle of terror XD

- boy howdy that’s gross

- DR. BLOCKHEAD

- AHHHHHH NOOOOOO

- GOD DAMN

- Ahhhhhhh don’t touch people you don’t knooooow

- AHHHH DARK CLOSED OFF ROOM. ALONE. NO THANK YOU

- oh

- PFFFT MULDER

- bro you better leave that dog alone!

- SCULLY’S FACE

- her little shrug XD I love that she’s gotten to the point of enjoying the supernatural shit

- PFFFT THE YANK

- I love the sheriff please don’t die

- what the fuuuuuck

- MULDER ON THE FLOOR

- the way she steps over him help.XD

- oop

- oh my fucking god did he eat it?!?!?!?!

- PFFFFFFT MULDER'S POSE

- Calusari

- BUCKLES THE BABY TO THE SINK

- BRO THATS WHAT YOU GET, FUCKIN LEAVE THE KID WITH HIS DAD OR TAKE HIM IN THE STALL WTF

- oof, killed his baby brother for a balloon

- was that a swastika????

- oh shit it wasn't the kid

- it is the boy but it isn't?

- OH

- YEESH this is intense!!!

- oh hell

- ok there is no way Dana can explain that away

- F. Emasculata

- oh gross

- oh! gross!

- I hate ittttttt

- I'm gonna hate this episode so much

- thank god he's finally in isolation, him being so close to Scully was making me nervousssss

- putting a kid on a long journey bus alone????

- IT'S SO GROSS I CANNOT LOOK AT IT

- thank fuck that shit is over oml

- Soft Light

- ok so his shadow like, absorbs people??

- funkyyyyyy

- dude you're gonna get yourself and the others killed

- yup

- great work.

- aw man :(

- Our Town

- eew chicken factory

- oh god that is so gross

- Mulder at least take that big ass coat off if you're going in the water

- oh darn that's a lot of bones

- I do NOT like the sheriff

- oh what the FUCK

- WHAT THE FUCK

- HURRY MULDER

- YEAHHHHH

- freaky

- Anasazi

- OH

- why is he throwing hands with Skinner??

- wtf

- OH SHIT

- WHAT

- 😭

- oh my god the way he collapses into her arms 😭

- someone did something to him right? Like he didn't know why he attacked skinner and he's been sweating and confused

- oh yeah he's been poisoned hasn't he

- OH SHIT

- AHHHH WHAT THE HELL

- he looks like he's finally sobering up

- Sully should be here for this :(

- "you black lunged son of a bitch" PFFFT

- damn it I hate this guy!

- my question is how to the dude got the body out of there on a dirt bike

- WHAT IS HAPPENING

- way to go kid!!

- uh oh

Season 3

[thearoaceshark]

Gosho Girls, Incorrect Quotes

(There are a couple of quotes that are AokoxAkako, I love them, I couldn't resist! But most of the quotes are platonic. Also, there is an appearance by Conan and Kogoro)

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Aoko: *sends an audio*

Ran: I'm busy now, do you mind if I listen to it later?

Aoko: take your time.

Ran, 20 minutes later: *plays the audio and the first thing she hears are screams and things falling*

Ran: *runs and calls Aoko*

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*Ran has a cold (and she has no filter right now)*

Ayumi: Here you go, a bowl of delicious hot soup.

Ran: It's cold.

Sonoko: a bowl of delicious soup.

Ran: *test it* it tastes horrible.

Conan: a bowl of soup.

Ran: I think this isn't even soup.

Kogoro: a plate with food.

Ran: I doubt this is edible.

All: ...

Ran: and you didn't even serve it on a plate, this is a cooking pot.

Haibara: I told you it was better to call Aoko.

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Akako: If I die, my funeral will be the biggest party ever and you're all invited.

Kazuha: "If"?

Haibara: Great, the only party I'm ever invited to and she might not even die.

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Sonoko: Sera, we didn't want to tell you, but in those clothes you look like a boy.

Sera: am I a cute boy?

Sonoko: the most handsome in all of Japan, you almost made me doubt!

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Ran: I've only known Aoko-chan for 2 minutes, but if something happened to her I would kill everyone in this room and then myself.

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Group chat names:

*Mean (Actually Good) Girls*

A chat for older girls, not Shiho/Haibara because they think she's a little girl.

Members: Sonoko (admin), Ran (mod), Akako (mod), Kazuha, Aoko, Sera.

*Menace dressed in pink*

A chat for all the girls, including Haibara and Ayumi. Swearing is not allowed in this chat.

Members: Ran (admin), Aoko (mod), Kazuha (mod), Haibara/Shiho, Ayumi, Sonoko, Sera, Akako.

*Super strong girls surrounded by nerdy boys*

A chat specifically to complain about the Gosho Boys and their antics.

Members: Aoko (admin), Akako (mod), Ran (mod), Kazuha (mod), Sonoko, Sera, Haibara/Shiho (added her because she insisted that she needed a place to complain about Conan).

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*The Gosho Girls are cursed or a magical creature messes with them*

Automatically Akako: I think I'm going to break some rules of nature and put the world at risk on purpose.

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Ran: It's the sixth time this week I've had a breakdown and it's only Tuesday. Send help.

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Aoko: I just want to tell you, AOKO HAS A BIG CRUSH IN YOU.

Akako, blushing: woh... And why are they here? *points to Ran, Sera and Sonoko, the last one had a sign that said "Let's go Aoko!" but behind it it said "Break her heart and you'll see Akako"

Aoko: I brought them as emotional support.

Ran: Kazuha couldn't come.

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Ayumi: some kids are bothering my friends and I at school...

Ran: well, listen Ayumi, violence is not–

Sonoko: humiliate them in front of everyone so they know that they shouldn't mess with you.

Ran: Sonoko no–

Sonoko: If you want, I'll help you. Let them know that you are officially adopted as part of the Suzuki family.

Ran: Sonoko stop!

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Sera: hey Ran, I have a question.

Ran: yes?

Sera: can a person breathe inside a washing machine while it’s on?

Ran: Why do you ask?

Sera: ...

Ran: and where's Sonoko?

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Ayumi: You're overthinking this.

Haibara: You don't know the appropriate level of thinking, Ayumi. What if I'm underthinking?

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Akako: I have the bisexual right to be dramatic as hell.

Sonoko: and as your friend I also have the right to be damn dramatic.

Aoko, trying to flirt: and I can be the main character.

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Sonoko: *gives an idea*

Sera, impressed: hey, there might be something there!

Ran: Yeah, a lawsuit.

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Kazuha: Now that I think about it, we've never been to Akako's house.

Aoko: that's right, I don't think anyone at school knows where she lives.

Ran: She avoids showing us where she lives. You know what that means.

Sonoko, nodding: she lives in a gothic castle.

Sera, nodding: she has a witchcraft shop to scam people.

Ayumi, nodding: she is rich.

Haibara, nodding: she is a mafia boss.

Aoko, joking: maybe she's a witch like Kaito says!

Kazuha:...

Ran: ...

Akako:...

Ran: no!...she's messy, her house is dirty, things like that! What is wrong with you?!

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Sonoko: I've done stupid things.

Akako, Ayumi and Kazuha: I saw those stupid things.

Sera and Haibara: I recorded those stupid things ("its for a school proyect").

Ran and Aoko: I TRY TO STOP YOU FROM DOING THOSE STUPID THINGS!

Sonoko: and I don't regret anything, I would do it again.

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Ayumi: I don't follow the rules.

Ayumi: I follow cute dogs and cats on social media.

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When Conan puts Sonoko to sleep to solve a case:

Ran: Amazing! Sonoko, your just like Sherlock Homeless!

Conan with Sonoko's voice: IT'S HOLMES!

Ran: *begins to suspect that there is something wrong here because that's how Shinichi always responded to that joke*

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Aoko: Where the devil is Akako?

Sera: Well, it is raining outside... Maybe she melted?

Haibara: Shall I look outside for a pointy hat?

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Shinichi arrives only to disappear shortly after, again.

Sonoko @ Ran: if your boyfriend doesn't change *hits her with a magazine* THEN CHANGE OF BOYFRIEND!!

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*The TV is freaking out*

Haibara: Don't worry, you have to treat an electronic like you treat a patient on life support *unplugs the TV, then plugs it back in again, without changes*

Haibara: Yeah, that didn't work with my sister either.

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Ran: What, I can't be in a bad mood? It's like people think, “Oh, Ran is such a nice person, Ran is so happy-go-lucky! “Ran can’t be in a bad mood!” Well, do you know what? Ran CAN be in a bad mood. And right now, Ran IS in a bad mood.

^^^ Let this girl take a brake^^^

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@quite-a-character here are the Incorrect Quotes I hope you like them ♡

[tyrantisterror]

No Small Feat Artwork Pt 3 - The Heartless Witch Arc

By request, I'm gonna show off some of the artwork for No Small Feat, a Midgaheim story my friends and I told through the TTRPG system Fabula Ultima. I drew a lot of characters and monsters for it, and my friends - in particular, @dragonzzilla, @scatha5, and @dinosaurana - helped line and color them so we'd have cute little sprites to use on our online battlemaps, which really helped sell the whole "we're playing an oldschool turn based RPG" vibe that Fabula Ultima's system is going for.

For this entry, we're going to talk about the characters and monsters I made for the first arc of the campaign.

Fabula Ultima's system has specific rules for Villains, i.e. antagonistic NPCs who are meant to be a significant and, if viable, recurring threat to our heroes. So when structuring this campaign, I designated one Villain per arc, in addition to a couple recurring ones who'd make their presence felt all throughout the story. Our starter villain was Sycoraxine the Heartless Witch. A spellcaster who lived close to the small farm town of Hansand, our heroes learned of Sycoraxine when the locals blamed her for the famine they were suffering. Our heroes of course went to confront her, only to find that she wasn't the source of the famine - though she did have the power to stop it. The hitch, of course, was that she had removed her heart, in both a literal and figurative way, to keep from feeling the pain of being ostracized by her neighbors for so many years. Our heroes recovered her heart and, in a tense and emotional standoff, convinced her to take it back, at which point she saved the town despite their past transgressions, and became beloved for it. A nice fairytale start to things in my opinion.

Finding Sycoraxine's heart was easier said than done, though, as she had her three familiars - i.e. arcane creatures she made a deal with to give her magic powers - hide them for her. Our heroes had to go to Hrumph the Troll, Preyain the griffin, and an incredibly foul-mouthed knucker dragon to find the heart in question, learning more about Sycoraxine's tragic past and connection with the wilderness around Hansand in the process.

There were encounters on the way to those three familiars. The bog home of Harumph was occupied by a Basilisk and a Swamp Kraken, and the beach the Knucker dwelled in had a young Sea Boar in distress as well as some man-eating kelpies. Finally, the mountain where Preeyain dwelled had a feral catoblepas whose oversized head was stuck in a ditch, as well as a VERY ornery phenex at the end of its lifespan who didn't want people messing with its nest.

And that was the first arc - a bit basic, but we were all learning the system and I wanted to give my players and myself the opportunity to experiment and figure it out. It also ended with the reveal of the campaign's big plot hook - Sycoraxine had in her possesion one of seven crown jewels, having found it on the body of a soldier who came to her for help when she was heartless and received none.

See, in Midgaheim, kings aren't just political leaders - they are magically bound to the kingdom they rule, and its health depends on them. Seven years before the start of the campaign, the king of Engelsex was killed in a failed coup, and the crown destroyed in the process. It can only be remade if the jewels are recovered, and in the meantime the kingdom will spiral into chaos as all the magic that would be flowing in the king is now going willy nilly and uncontrolled in all directions, like a river that burst through a damn. Only by reuniting all seven and crowning a new king could our heroes save the kingdom of Engelsex from falling into chaos and ruin, and so they set out with a new mission: find all seven crown jewels and, hopefully, a person who'd be worthy of the crown.

[ursachaotic]

Ok this might be a little weird and I want to tell this to you anonymously because I don't want to make you feel pressured into answering ^^' (let it be known I am a mutual of yours & I know we don't talk but I think you're really cool <:) Your genuine love for Gravity Falls and you excitement about The Book of Bill is kind of. Helping me rekindle old love for the franchise. I stopped interacting with it more or less involuntarily (bad experience with bad people) and felt bad that I can't get into it but honestly your interest did help me rediscover it, or at least start to do so. Like I've picked up my old Journal 3 a couple times this week, I thought about re-watching the show, I bookmarked the cheapest "to be released" listings for TBOB in the online shops in my country, I have the thisisnotawebsitedotcom bookmarked too. I've been picking up my hand-made-from-a-towel Bill plush and just looking at him. Thinking about trying to find his hat and make him a new bow because I took them off when it was just too awful to perceive.

I hope this isn't weird. I genuinely don't mean to be weird or trigger your anxiety or anything, I mean it. Your love for this show and everything around it is helping me a bit to rediscover my own, which is great, because as someone with interest in folklore, the paranormal and cryptids, GF was an amazing thing to discover. I myself made a grown up version of Dipper, who's a full-on cryptid hunter and wrote a lot of stories about him, later turning that concept into my own thing because it was too painful to keep but I loved all of the creatures I made and the lore and stuff. So I just took my ideas and moved it into my own thing, which is currently my most developed universe with my most beloved ocs.

This is lengthy. Sorry. Again, I genuinely don't want to creep you out, just, I'm glad I found you and your art and your comic and that you're so excited about your interests. Please know that you are never bad or annoying for loving what you love, please continue being so passionate about things, because it's really cool. You're cool. I hope you know that ^^ and, well, if not, I'm telling you. You're cool and your work is amazing.

(If you would prefer me to pm you feel free to post about it here or your personal? blog, whichever you're cool with, I'll probably see it and can just pm you with like "haha yeah I'm the long rekindled-interest anon" or you can answer this or just read & delete, I really don't mind if you don't want to answer ^^. Just, wanted to say this. Again I hope this isn't weird ;w; I swear I'm just a little adhd guy who used to love GF a lot, and possibly might be okay enough to start interacting with it on his own. And your love for the franchise helped.)

Hi this made me tear up (iN A GOOD WAY I PROMISE AHSDOFISADH I CRY WHEN I'M HAPPY LOL), this is seriously so, so sweet. Thank you so much for sending me this!! 🥹 I'm really glad that all of my silly Gravity Falls stuff has helped you get back into the show, and I hope you enjoy it and enjoy the Book of Bill if you get it!

Also, this seriously means a lot to me, especially because I'm actually really self-conscious about my interests and passions haha. I'm terrified of being seen as annoying, and there's been a lot of times recently where I've shut down out of the fear of being annoying about my interests. But I'm starting to not give a shit about whether or not people find me annoying online?? I want to be super vocal about something I adore so damn much cause it makes me happy! I've also been burnt out on drawing for a WHILE, but reading this book has given me so much inspiration, and drawing feels really fun and exciting again for the first time in a while! I struggle with depression a lot too, but my love for Bill and excitement about what's to come for the series has helped me feel really happy and kept me going for the first time in a bit. So, while I'm still scared of being perceived as annoying, I'm really happy right now and I want to keep doing stuff that makes me happy, even if that's just drawing Bill antagonizing me / my sona lmao. Seriously, thank you so much for sending me this! It's incredibly sweet and I'm really grateful that you did ;w;

Also you can absolutely reach out over DMs!! I would love to talk, but I hope you're having a wonderful day!! 🥹❤️

[xxchthonicreaturexx]

Matchup Trade

Hey hey! This is our Twisted Wonderland & Tokyo Revengers matchup @babulejka

Twisted Wonderland

Malleus Draconia

You thought Id match you with Vil, didn't you? PSYCHE (I was-) BUT I decided on someone much more fitting. A FUTURE KING-

OKAY SO firstly and lastly Malleus is an amazing lover. Maybe a little ignorant on modernization, and sometimes he's not around when it comes to duties but OMG he's gonna treat you like a damn QUEEN (i mean cuz you're gonna be-)

He thinks you look exceptionally good in purple and green and he compares you to Sleeping Beauty a lot with your pretty golden hair and graceful body. Only he's not gonna curse you-

Well...maybe at times he wants to lock you in a tower, but that's just because he gets nervous about his human companions. He feels an intense need to protect them since they die so easily smh-

Would love to see you perform dances, but would also love to just relax and listen to your music. He himself may even ask if he could sing while you play an instrument.

He's a fae. Of course he knows all about herbs and all kinds of creatures. You wanna go explore? He'll take you to some fae lands if you promise to stay by his side. You wanna grow some plants with him? He knows a few secret tricks to make them grow 10x better. And I bet he has this talent where he can just automatically tell you all species of insects and woodland critters you come across. May even get you a chance to pet a deer if you're quiet enough.

Omg please make a doll or puppet with his horns on it. He'd be so awestruck like "Oh- you made a fae doll? For me?" now it's being put up on a shelf and very well maintained for thousands of years. While your match down below is more a physical attraction, Malleus very much is attracted to your soul. Your curiosity and wonder and your light-hearted tone.

Overall hes a 9/10. Very loving, very attentive, but also he's gonna outlive you. Plus he can be a bit melodramatic about things- hes so emo-...

Runnerups- Azul Ashengrotto, Vil Schoenheit

Tokyo Revengers

Taiju Shiba

Hear me out- hear me out hear me out hear me out

Listen I know he's not the best...I like to think of myself as the No.1 Taiju Hater. BUT I could see how you guys would be a cute couple.

Okay okay soooo let's start this.

Taiju is a very religious man. This meaning, I believe he would like feminine women. He'd probably meet you at a show where you were performing ballet or something of the sort and when mingling after the show, you two had began talking. (Dont you dare ask my why he'd be there. To appreciate the dance? Idk maybe Yuzuha secretly does ballet-)

But your sweet and polite personality further deepened his attraction. Despite how cruel of a man he can be, he is fully capable of being polite right back. Especially to someone he personally sees as a perfect woman. As toxic as that is-

Once you get to know each other better, its safe to say he'll raise a brow at some things, but a part of me really wants him to at least become a little less shitty of a person after the whole Christmas fiasco-

Omg so Christmas is a holiday made to celebrate the birth of Jesus HOWEVER Jesus was born near late summer. Christmas was made so Christians could cover up what was originally a Pagan holiday and to help convert Pagans to Christianity. Im not sure if you know that fact if youve researched Pagans (Not assuming your religion just that Pagans are associates with Witches/Wiccans ei. Wicca is a type of Paganism to my knowledge) BUT ANYWAYS if you were to talk about witch culture or somehow dropped or came across that fact and TOLD HIM- omg.

Bro has a cross tattooed on his back, he would be like- questioning everything because no way Christmas is a lie??? (Or maybe he knows and just doesnt give a fuck?) He heavily side eyes any other religion but his own. But, if you wanted to educate him on mythology, witchcraft , astrology, any of those other spiritual beliefs he will at least listen so he can know more. (To hate them better <3)

Okay now that ive rambled-

Old Hollywood type beauty? He's taking you to all kinds of restaurants and clubs. Best believe he's getting you all these dresses too. Elegant and modest ones that are still flattering and sexy. Only the best for his woman of course.

As much as i dont like him he would be a very good lover. Like, can be a little controlling, but he is attentive and devoted. He admires your beauty, your grace, your work ethic...but he also wants to work for you. Hes old fashioned, he believes its his job as a man to provide for you.

All in all? Uh

id say 6.5/10. Hes really tall and strong and independent but also...beat his siblings and things hes a king or something idk- But like IN HIS DEFENSE being the oldest is very hard, especially with no parental figures.

Runnerups- Mitsuya Takashi, Tetta Kisaki

[burinazar]

I'm sure you've mentioned it before, but I was wondering who your favorite Made in Abyss character is and why they're your favorite? :3

I love all the main kids as well as many other characters so it's hard to choose but I think I'd have to say mine is Faputa. Not only is she a super interesting and cool character, but she's also A Creature. A little ball of fluff that can kill

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Thank you very much for the ask, anon! haha, "little ball of fluff that can kill"...yes, Faputa is great, and I think the main cast of Abyss is very endearing and very well fleshed-out. I was having a nice exchange on AO3 the other day regarding how GOOD the characterization of Abyss is and how it's often overlooked in favor of the also-extremely-good worldbuilding and plot, and why that might be, and was considering how it links together with some of my other Thoughts about ways this fandom is different from my other ones as far as what people are into (I need to finish the self-reblog I was gonna do about that on a recent related post actually). Anyway, pretty much the whole cast is endearing and/or enjoyable to watch in some capacity. But there is a definite answer as to favorite(s).

I put these up on my wall this evening, which may help to answer your question.

(Please note the scrolls. I missed the Amiami preorder period for those two because they closed earlier than the rest for some reason, but was able to get them from Suruga-ya eventually. They'll be on the wall at some point too.)

The story and cast prior to s2 I enjoyed in a, like, normal way, and then the Ganja squad arc hit me like a damn asteroid. These people...I've thought and felt and said so much about them, and after a year and a half I'm still brimming with something that feels like it has to be poured out, onto blank canvases and into the written word, and there's no end in sight. I have never had characters that were such good muses to me except perhaps for a couple I made up myself. Belaf has to be called my favorite at this point, but for a long time it was Vueko, and I really, really like Waz too; the manner in which these three characterize one another makes it a little painful to try to separate and rank them, but yes, that's the order. I dote on B and V in particular.

(Self portrait circa August 2023.)

At this point I have so much to say about them that being asked why I like them is hard to answer succinctly. Belaf is so, so sweet, but in an unusual weird, intense nerd way that I find incredibly endearing .....and then that kindness and strength of character fucking destroys him and it's tragic and beautiful and there is so much to pick apart in the manner and meaning of his transformation and his absolution, and it's also a great deal of fun to depict him as he was before. "Before" Belaf is such a fun sort of quirky nerd and his relationships wth Waz and Vue and Iru offer, like, SO much to turn over and look upon fondly, humor and friendship and loyalty and love.

And yet, when I write about his years of friendship with and loyalty and closeness to Wazukyan and Vueko and his parenthood and tutelage of Irumyuui and (note: hallucinatory) camaraderie with the other Ganja, hanging over my shoulder always is his downfall and it makes all of those things so much more beautiful, the tinny note of tragedy that is always playing at the edge of our hearing once we see it all and know how it must end.

(Another crispy fried self portrait from last year. I don't really draw myself these days at all EXCEPT in the context of making fun of my sages obsession.)

As for Vueko, since she's fairly popular maybe explaining her appeal isn't needed...or maybe it is, because it's so much more than the shy and gentle and somewhat silly person she is on the surface, it is so, so much more. Under the Layer of Fuheh she's made of steel --it's just that she's very, very softspoken, which people mistake for passivity and spinelessness. Even fans who purport to like her sometimes reduce her to victimhood and weakness. Perhaps because it's a misconception she clearly holds about herself, and a viewer can be forgiven for not putting together that Vueko might literally be the sage that acts with the most agency. There's so much more I can say that I love about her and her story, especially in the context of the other characters and the way she subtly skews some narrative and trope-related expectations, but I think that's the heart of it -- yes, she was endearing as soon as I met her, but when I saw the subtle yet unmistakeable strength under it all (and parsed that she never saw it herself, I think that little pop of tragedy really makes it hit for me lol), I think that's what made me adore her.

This next little bit might be kind of fucked up but what really makes that strength into something that haunts and compels me is that Vueko has so much determination and strength of character that she will unhesitatingly act to destroy the people she cares about very very much if she has decided at that moment that it is the best thing for them (Irumyuui, Belaf, Irumyuui again.) I can trace the real beginning of my obsession with these characters to when s2e8 aired and this is pretty much why.

So...yeah. Belaf and Vueko! Aaaand there's no way I can write about Waz here without making this post way too fucking long but.

One more shitty self portrait from earlier in the obsession should do it.

Yep!

[gcthvile]

Human! Priest! Aziraphale x Demon! Crowley AU because I have no life. (based off of a fanart)

p.s I was forced to post this.

summary: Aziraphale meets a demon who's making him feel things he shouldn't be feeling.

fandom: Good Omens

couple: Aziraphale x Crowley

warnings: none

"I'll be damned..." Was the first thing Aziraphale said when he saw the demon in front of him, holding onto the Bible on his hands tightly as if it would protect him from the creature of the damned.

"It's not that bad when you get used to it." The demon said, putting his hands inside the pockets of his jeans. Then he decided to take a step closer to Aziraphale, who took a step back immediately, putting out his one hand as if it would prevent the demon from stepping closer, "Stop right there! Do not come any closer to me, demon!" Aziraphale said, still holding the Bible tightly to which Crowley chuckled, "You really think that little thing's gonna protect you?"

Crowley liked the way Aziraphale was holding onto the Bible like his life depended on it, he found it adorable how the human tried to look tough and show him that he's not scared. He tilted his head, observing him from head to toe. He was short, well, at least shorter than him, with short, white-blonde hair and the bluest of eyes, if it wasn't for the priest clothes, Crowley would think that he has encountered with an angel on Earth. This human somehow intrigued Crowley, there was something about him that just made Crowley want to talk to him more.

With a swing of his finger, the Bible went flying to other side, out of Aziraphale's hold. Aziraphale gasped in surprise and looked at the demon with wide, frightened eyes, for a moment he froze, not being able to think of what to do next.

Crowley took that as his chance to walk closer to the priest and lean forward. The demon took off his glasses, which revealed his golden, snake eyes that now stared deep into Aziraphale's soul, "Now that's better..." He said with a smirk.

Aziraphale felt like he was under some spell, some sort of evil magic, because the demon's eyes were....fascinating, it was the most beautiful thing he's ever seen in his life. He couldn't help but stare at them, memorize them, cherish them, they were so beautiful, so mesmerising.

No. Aziraphale thought, it was not his thoughts, the demon has put him under some spell that made him think like that, to feel like that. Aziraphale would never find a demon fascinating, they were evil, creatures who know nothing but chaos and blood, Aziraphale was sure that this one wasn't any different.

Shaking his head, Aziraphale finally snapped back to reality and backed away, his back hitting the wall. His hands search through his pockets to find something, anything, to make the demon stay in his place. His hands touched something metallic, he sighed in relief when he pulled out a cross and then pointed it towards the red haired demon. "Step back you evil creature and go back to where you came from or else I'm going to send you back to Hell myself!"

Crowley did actually take a few steps back at the sight of the cross, sneering. "And here I thought we were getting along..." The demon hissed, like, actually hissed.

"Getting along? You're a demon! I would never....get along with you!" Aziraphale exclaimed, holding the cross closer, even though he sounded unsure of his own words.

Crowley pouted mockingly, tilting his head slightly, "Oh, you're hurting my feelings, angel..." He said, also mocking a hurt tone, dramatically putting a hand on his chest.

Aziraphale stopped, narrowing his eyes, "Excuse me? Angel?" The man asked, confused about the sudden nickname, he had to be honest, it did make him feel something other than confusion, but he wasn't going to admit it, of course.

Crowley chuckled, "Oh, sorry, my bad...slipped outta my mouth..." The demon shrugged, "But can you blame me? Your face is....angelic!" Crowley exclaimed, wincing when he couldn't find a fitting word to describe the human's face.

"Flattery will not change your fate, demon!"

"Crowley."

"What?"

"Crowley. That's my name, so you'd stop calling me demon." Crowley said, smiling.

"I don't....I....Well, Crowley, I suggest you leave immediately before I'll....Well, before I'll think of something to make you disappear." Aziraphale said, holding onto the cross with his life.

The demon rolled his eyes and sighed, "Fine, fine, but dontcha think it's the last time you've seen of me, I liked talking to you." He winked and suddenly disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Aziraphale sighed in relief and looked around, in case the demon didn't actually leave. The demon was nowhere to be seen and this fact had to reassure Aziraphale, make him happy....so why does he feel the need to see that demon again?

[lovelywritinglady]

Forget pt.2

Suguru Geto x fem!Reader

Fluff, slight angst. Geto tries to make it up to you on your “date”.

First Person pov

Suguru Geto was about thirty minutes late and we were suppose to meet at 5:30. He promised me last night over text that he wouldn’t be late and that in fact I would be the one late. Yet here I am waiting on his slow ass. I can’t believe that guy. I decided to leave our designated meeting spot to do some shopping for myself. If he won’t take me out, then I’ll just treat myself. No use wasting a perfectly good day waiting on his flaky ass.

“Hey L/n!!” I heard from a distance.

I turned my head to find the voice and to my actual surprise I saw Geto running full speed towards me waving his right arm in the air frantically. A few seconds later he was by my side catching his breathe.

“You better have a good reason to be late Geto”! I exclaimed to him

“I know I’m sorry. My alarm didn’t go off and I rushed here as fast as I could.” He said while taking short breaths.”

“Yeah…sure” I said while rolling my eyes

“L/n I really am sorry. I overslept and I’m being honest about that. I really do keep fucking up our friendship don’t I?” He said as he composed himself and looked at me. His hair was down and he looked tired. I guess he really needed some sleep.

“Fine I guess. Well you’re here now, so what did you have in mind to do today?” I asked him still slightly pissed that he was late.

“Well I have a big surprise, but that’s for later today. So we can do whatever you’d like until then if you want.” Geto said with a smile.

“What’s the surprise?” I questioned

“It really wouldn’t be a surprise then if I told you.” He chucked

“I suppose it wouldn’t. Alright then I guess I’m a getting a little hungry if you wanted to go get something.” I told him

“Any place in mind?” He asked me

“Yeah, let’s go to that new restaurant just a couple of blocks from here.” I suggested

“Sounds good to me L/n. Lead the way.” He said.

As we walked to our destination I couldn’t help but feel comfortable with him. He was good company when he wasn’t late or being an asshole with Gojo. We passed many different shops that I wanted to go to. I expressed my desires to Geto and he didn’t even question why I wanted to go. He seemed to like to say yes to everything. I have a feeling he’s sucking up to me because he flaked on me during our mission and because he was late.

Just as we were about to arrive at the restaurant, I noticed an orange cat in a alley way. They were a bigger cat with a long tail and a missing ear. My heart hurt for the little guy. I bent down to pet him and so did Geto. They were as friendly as could be and I couldn’t help but smile at the cute creature. Turing my head to see how Geto was doing I noticed he had a big smile on his face as well. For some reason that made me feel fuzzy inside. And a faint blush graced my features.

“Damn this cat his cute.” Geto suddenly said

“Yeah. I wish I could take it with me. I don’t think Yaga would appreciate that though.” I said in a solemn tone.

“If he never finds out I don’t think it’ll matter. Geto responded

“He’s pretty good at finding out stuff like this. Remember that time Gojo found a dog and tried to keep it?” I asked laughing at the memory.

“Oh yeah how could I forget the look on his face when Yaga told him he couldn’t keep it. I think this is different though.” He said

“How is this any different from that?” I questioned him.

“Well for one Yaga actually likes you and you’re a responsible person. Two that dog was massive and had flees and who knows why else. Three I know for certain Yaga likes cats.” Geto spoke honestly

“Okay you got me there. And how the hell did you know that he likes cats?” I asked him while petting the cat.

“I may have over heard him talking on phone with someone. And he called that certain someone kitten.” He said with a serious expression on his face that caused me to laugh.

“Yeah sure he did Geto” I responded

“Hey I’m sure this cat will be here when we get back. So do you want to head out?” Geto questioned

“Sure, I’ve been dying to try that new place anyway.” I responded getting up

After we said our goodbyes to that cat, we made our way to the restaurant. Just like before it was a quiet comfortable walk. Today was beautiful as the cherry blossoms were in full bloom and the day was warm. I loved days like this because they reminded me of my mother. We use to walk in the family gardens together when I was a child. That was so long ago. I smiled at that thought.

“Hey what’s got you so happy?” Geto asked as he put a hand on my shoulder.

“Nothing just enjoying the day is all.” I told him

“It is a lovely day.” He responded

“It certainly is.”

“Almost as lovely as you”he said in a whisper. This made me blush. I’m sure it was just him being kind to me. Yet I still couldn’t help but feel fluttery at his comment.

After a short amount of time we made it to our destination. Just as I was about to open the door, Geto beat me to it. Stating it was a gentlemanly thing to do. I rolled my eyes at his comment and walked in. The restaurant was simple yet elegant. As soon as I walked in I smelled a wonderful aroma of baked goods that a little giddy with anticipation. Geto and I then made our way to a table near a window so that we could enjoy the sun a little more. Opening our menus I noticed a lot of really wonderful dishes and baked items. Our waiter came up to as for our orders and I ordered (f/f) and (f/d) and Geto ordered a coffee and a piece of chocolate cake.

“So are you enjoying yourself today L/N?” Geto asked leaning back on his chair with crossed arms.

“Yes I think I am. I haven’t had a day where I can just do anything in a long time. My father is persistent that I do training whether I can do that I can reach my full potential.” I spoke honestly mimicking his posture.

“He sounds like a hard ass. He won’t give you shit for being here with me today will he”? He asked with sloughs nervousness in his tone.

“Nah and if he does I’ll deal with it later. It’s not like I do this everyday. Plus he thinks your strong so he won’t care that I’m out with you.” I said turning my head to look out of the window.

“We’ll me and Gojo are the strongest y’know.” He chuckled.

“I’m fully aware of that. However, I’m not too far behind you and I will surpass you in power. Or at least be able to rival you in my curse technique soon. I just need a little more time.” I told him Turing my head to look him in the eyes with a serious determined glare.

“Sheesh alright then I trust you. You have me beat with just hand to hand combat so hell maybe you will surpass me with your cursed technique. Just don’t push yourself too much.” Geto spoke reaching his hand out and giving my shoulder a reassuring squeeze.

“I’ll try but I can’t promise anything. Like you said my father is a real hard ass.” I said while softening my glare. Damn this boy he has some sort of hold on my that makes me feel so soft inside. I’m not sure if I hate it or not.

Just then our waiter came with our meals. The food was divine and the first bite left my body with goosebumps. Geto laughed at my reaction to the food, but then I teased him because he want any less funny. He had chocolate cake all over his lips. He looked like a toddler eating their first piece of cake. It was hard not to laugh. One of the strongest Jujutsu sorcerers eating like a toddler was a sight to see. After my laughter and pointing out the sugary mess he quickly wiped his mouth. A little while later Geto paid claiming it was his treat for being so late. I don’t complain one bit considering he did owe me. As we left the sky began turning a deep orange with purple, yellow, and pink all blending into the heavenly sky. The cherry blossoms looked ethereal with the sunset cascading onto them. It was truly a lovely sight to behold. I have no idea how long I stared at them but I felt Geto tap my shoulder.

“You okay up there L/N”? Geto questioned.

“Yeah I’m just fine.” I said to him. I then turned my head to look at him only to be completely awestruck. Just as ethereal as the cherry blossoms was the sight before me. Getos skin had been kissed by the wonderful colors. His eyes were glowing with radiance. He was smiling at me and I swear I had never seen a more beautiful smile than the one graced before me. I couldn’t speak all I could do was marvel at the sight before me with a raging heat on my face.

Suguru Getos pov

A goddess. That’s what Y/N L/N was at this very moment. Todays sunset was particularly beautiful. However the ways the sunsets color had illuminated her. Her eyes seemed to glow with a raging fire. Her skin was radiating a godlike glow. She as an ethereal being I swear. I’ve met plenty of pretty girls but none of them compare to the goddess that stood before me.

Her lips in this moment seemed so soft and plump. All I wanted to do was kiss her, but would that be okay? Would I ruin what little grave I had left with her? Did today make her forgive me for my shitty behavior? All of these questions came flooding in yet left as soon as they came. She was leaning in so I did what anyone would do. I leaned in too. My hand found her cheek and I could already feel her breath on my face. Time seemed to completely slow down. Our lips barely touched and I was ready to take this next step with her. And then at the worst fucking possible time I hear this agonizing voice booming behind me.

“HEY YOU GUYS!” screamed the one and only Satoru Gojo. I’m normally use to his annoying behavior. He is my best friend after all. And yet I find myself wanting to strangle him right about now.

“Hello Satoru” I say irritated and gritting my teeth.

“Hey Gojo” L/N says in a similar tone

“Well damn are you guys both in a sour mood or something?” He asked innocently

“Nope not at all” I say facing him with a slight annoyed glare.

“Alright, I was just in town and knew you guys were here. It’s almost curfew ya’know. You guys don’t want Yaga on your asses.” He joked

“We were just leaving Gojo. I could also say the same thing about you. Why are you here?” L/N asked

“If you must know I felt a little peckish, so I decided to get some mochi. I heard this place was pretty good so I wanted to come get some before curfew.” He responded excitedly

“Well, it certainly was good. Hope you have a good time bud.” I said while patting him on the back and pulling on L/N’s arm indicating I wanted to go.

“Aww alright see you guys later.” Satoru pouted.

“Yeah later” L/N and I spoke at the same time.

After we had said our goodbyes, we began walking back to our school. I guess we spent a little long in the restaurant. I just hope I have time for the surprise I had planned. Hopefully she’ll like it. And as if on cue…

“So what about that surprise huh?” She said tugging on my arm.

“We need to go to the school in order to see it. Don’t worry I think you’ll like it.” I said confidently.

“Hmmm alright. I’m sure I’ll like it. It’s not too hard to please me.” She joked

“Hehe yeah I’m sure” I chucked nervously

“It’s a shame though.” She spoke

“What is?” I questioned

“We passed that alley that cat was at and he wasn’t there. I hope he’ll be okay tonight.” She said as her head was looking at the sky.

“I’m sure he will be. If you’re that worried, we can go look for him. Although I’m not sure you’ll get your surprise tonight if that’s the case.” I told her honestly.

“It’s okay. I’m sure you’re right about him. Plus I’m pretty excited about this so called ‘surprise’” she said while doing air quotations with her fingers

“Alright then I’ll race you there” I beamed as I began running.

“What the hell Geto!!!” L/N screamed as she began running too.

Your pov

Dammit all right to hell. I just ate and now I’m running. This is not exactly what I’d call fun. But at least I’m getting some training in today. Plus the school isn’t too far from here. I’m surprised at Geto’s attitude. I never took him for the randomly racing type but I guess you can’t judge a book by it’s cover.

I won of course. Even with a head start Geto can’t beat me. His cursed energy is a little stronger than mine, but I’m a hell of a lot more skilled than he is. Still I needed to catch my breath at the gates of Jujutsu high. Eating a lot of food and then running wasn’t exactly smart. I can tell that Geto is probably thinking the same thing as he is currently hunched over catching his breath.

“So, heh, L/N follow me would ya” he said in between breaths

“Yeah sure” I said in between my own breaths.

“You beat me again it seems” Geto spoke taking the lead

“Of course I did Geto.” I laughed

“I had a good time with you L/N” he suddenly spoke in soft voice

“Me too Geto. And you know you can call me by my first name, right?” I questioned him

“Yeah, alright then Y/N.” He said looking at me. This made me melt. His eyes were beautiful and to me they were more beautiful than Gojos.

A little while longer of walking and chatting about random things we made it to the rooftop of the dorm rooms. I was confused on what kind of a surprise could be on an roof top. It was now dark with only some lights hanging by the dorm building’s door as well as the moonlight that kissed the landscape below. I noticed Geto pulling down his sleeve to look at his watch and smile.

“It’s almost time for your surprise, so make yourself comfortable.” he said

“Alright just know if you’re planning on killing me, my father will hunt you down.” I joked or tried to.

“Umm yeah I’m not gonna kill you Y/N” he deadpanned

“Good because I really don’t feel like dying yet. I’ve still gotta get stronger.” I said as I say down and looked at the moon.

“Why do you want to get stronger” he questioned

“So I can protect the weak.”

“You mean humans?” He asked

“Yep” I said emphasizing the p

“Understandable although they are the reason that we have to kill curses in the first place.” He said in a slight malicious tone.

“You okay they can’t help it. I bet if they could they wouldn’t. We have the power to stop it and I think that we should if we can.” I passionately said looking into his eyes.

“Yeah I guess you’re right. By the way we’ve got less than ten seconds until your surprise. So close your eyes.”

“For how long?” I asked him raising my left eyebrow.

“Just until I say”

After those seconds go by I hear him tell me to open my eyes. To my surprise shooting lights were gracing the sky at lightning speeds. It was such a beautiful sight. I found myself smiling at the marvel above me. I have never seen a meteor shower and I’m happy that I’m seeing one now with him. His surprise definitely was worth the wait.

“Like it?” He asked sheepishly

“Yes of course I do!” I said excitedly moving over to hug him. I have no idea why I hugged him I just felt this was the best way to hug him.

“I’m glad you do” he responded wrapping his arms around me. This hug felt just as good as the last one we shared. I didn’t notice how cold I was until I felt his body pressed against mine. It was comforting and I felt like letting go would leave me with an uncomfortable chill.

“Yeah thank you for today and you’re forgiven by the way. Today was perfect.” I said holding him a little bit harder.

“Anytime Y/N I had a good time today too.” He said as I felt him hold me harder too.

As we finally let go I looked back up at the sky to marvel again at the sight before me thankful that I get to share it with Suguru Geto. After about an hour we headed back to our dorms.

“You know we should hang out more Y/N. I enjoy your company.” Geto suddenly spoke as we reached my door.

“I agree you’re good company.” I said honesty

“Anyway goodnight I’ll see you tomorrow at breakfast.” He said with a smile

“Goodnight Geto.” I smiled back looking in his heavenly eyes

After he left I did my nightly routine and got into my bed. My thoughts were consumed by my day and how well it went. I’m glad I agreed to spend my day with him. I hope that I can spend more time with him without him finding out about my crush. That might be a bit embarrassing. As I closed my eyes I was all but consumed with thoughts of Suaguru Geto.

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[heyitsjooooanne]

265

One room.

Two hundred and sixty-five packages.

A young man decides that he's had enough…

Author's Note: Inspired by a Korean musician with questionable behavior concerning his package deliveries.

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My friend Holden liked to collect packages.

Actually wait, no.

I'm sorry.

He liked to hoard packages.

Ah.

See?

That’s much better.

But back to what I was saying.

This dumbass liked to hoard his own packages.

Let me show you what I mean.

It was a cold, January day, the birds were migrating, couples were cuddling, casseroles were baking, and—

Okay, I'll just cut the bullshit and get right to it.

See, Holden and I (my name is irrelevant), were part of a small group of rich online influencers.

Now, don't go throwing that rotten fruit at us just yet.

Yes, we posted videos on social media, but we treated the gig like actual jobs, which they were.

 And not to brag, but those videos gave us both a hefty sum of money.

Read: I am currently a millionaire at the time of writing this.

Anyway, Holden and I lived together as platonic roommates while we both did god-knows-what outside of the apartment we lived in. Which was fine by me.

So fast-forward to sometime in early 2017 when we were both 24.

It was damn cold, our heater was broken, and there I was, minding my own business (I was playing a video game in my bedroom) when this stupid son of a bitch walked in and said...

"Here's your birthday gift."

One: My birthday was in November.

Two: He bought that birthday gift for me the previous year for the previous year's birthday!

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“You’re kidding, right?”

“What?”

And if you're wondering how that could've happened, I'll tell you how.

He hoarded packages and never opened them, so naturally when he ordered something for me online, he tossed it aside and never bothered opening it.

Sigh.

Yes, I needed to actually write that out.

And that was just the tip of the iceberg.

Two years later, I had finally gotten enough money for my own place, so I moved into another room a few floors down from our old room, which was now Holden’s.

But I would occasionally go over to his room to hang out and film videos for our individual channels.

There was a time when I had to watch my two-year-old nephew (read: his cat) for a few days while he was visiting his family.

The problem?

I was bored out of my mind.

Because I had already used up all of my data.

And it wouldn’t be renewed until the next day due to a “system error.”

Also, the WiFi didn’t work.

Now, I love Coco.

He’s like a real-life version of the cat from “Kiki’s Delivery Service.’

But all he does is sleep, cuddle, and look absolutely adorable.

Great for relaxing, but not so great when you’re itching to do something.

So I decided to count all the unopened packages in Holden’s "delivery room."

He called it that, not me.

Ignoring his poor taste in naming rooms, I counted every single package in that room, and it all led to just one number.

265.

He ordered two hundred and sixty-five damn things, and he didn't open a single one of them, other than him randomly finding a package and going "oh! I forgot I ordered this for you ‘X’ number of years ago."

In case, you’re wondering, yes, Coco is still alive to this day.

I know.

It’s a shock to me that someone like him could keep a living creature alive for that long too.

But don't worry.

This ended up biting him in the ass later on.

Because remember when I said he and I were part of a group of rich online influencers?

Well...

Actually, it hasn't been that long, so this is still a sore spot for me to think about.

But I'll push through it.

.

.

.

.

Jesus, how many "birthing" references can I make in a single post?

Meh.

I'll just get on with it.

So this group was made up of ten people, myself and Holden included.

Seven guys and three girls.

And we were all super close with each other.

I'd even go so far as to say we were all friends.

In 2020, one person from our group got sick.

Her name was Emily.

We had dated a few years before then, but we eventually broke up because we each wanted different things.

She wanted kids.

I didn’t.

But we ended up being pretty good friends after our breakup.

Anyway, I probably don't have to tell you what she got.

The point is, she got it.

My last image of Emily was her laughing at a stupid joke that her boyfriend made as they both got into an Uber to go back to their hotel.

We had all been partying at a club that night.

#richpeoplethingsssss

And then six weeks later, I received a call from her boyfriend telling me that she had died.

Shot down like a fly.

Just like that.

After that, they all started falling down like dominoes.

One after another.

Trust me when I say that a virtual funeral is not any better than a real one.

And when you're forced to "attend" nine of them (a relative of mine also died) in the span of a year, it really does something to you.

"Forced" might not be the right word to use here since I attended them all voluntarily, but...

Now, you can believe in whatever conspiracy you want, but the point is that people we knew died.

And if you're wondering why Holden and I didn't get sick...

Honestly, this is a little embarrassing to write down, but...

Holden and I got a great opportunity to try out this new game before things got crazy, and...

We spent two weeks in our own rooms playing it.

Then we had to stay in quarantine.

Then we had to wear masks everywhere.

Combine that with the fear mongering news anchors, my hypochondria, and you've got two dudes ready to wear hazmat suits outside.

Or at least, I was.

I didn't though.

(I couldn't find a legit one online.)

It's easy for me to laugh at the ridiculousness of this now, but at the time, it was a Hellscape.

Finally, in 2022, I just snapped.

I don't know what it was.

Could it have been that it was May 14th and that was the day that Emily had died two years earlier?

Maybe.

All I remember is going into Holden's “delivery room” because a damn fly had flown in there and I was trying to kill it.

I swatted with the fly swatter and missed, which caused a package on top of a pile (yes, he had piles) to drop down to my feet.

I picked it up and shook it, and it sounded like a bag of chips.

I was already angry with the fly for getting in through the vent, so I was already pissed off by this point.

So, not caring that I was committing a literal crime, I opened the package in frustration.

It was a bag of cookies made exclusively in Japan.

A favorite of one of the friends who had passed away in 2020.

His name was Kareem.

After that, I just saw red.

I'd realized then that I'd had enough of Holden and his complacent bullshit.

I barged into his bedroom without knocking and threw the bag of cookies in his face.

I think he was live streaming.

Maybe a game or something.

After that, it was a blur of us yelling at each other and Holden getting upset at me for interrupting his stream and opening up one of his packages.

No, shit, dude. Someone had to.

After it was over, I rushed back to my own room, fuming.

The next day, I invited my boyfriend (#birepresent!) to stay at my place for a while.

Holden would eventually knock on my door a week later.

I was still angry, so I told my boyfriend to ignore him.

The next morning, my boyfriend told me he had to go out and do something, so I stayed in my  room alone.

But the fight between Holden and I kept nagging at me.

I knew I couldn’t let that be our last interaction with each other.

So I went over to his room.

I knocked, but there was no answer.

Feeling a sense of urgency, I put in the pin number for his door lock and in an unsurprising twist, it worked.

It was his birthday.

>_<

After I was in, I immediately went over to the "delivery room” and found Holden sitting cross-legged on the floor gliding a sharp kitchen knife across the taped end of a package that was actually a box.

I looked to my left and saw several packages opened up with their contents discarded in a pile next to them.

It was so surreal, I couldn't believe my eyes.

Was my friend Holden actually opening these packages????

I bit my tongue to avoid saying something snarky and settled on...

"Need some help?"

We spent the rest of the day opening the packages.

We even shed a few tears because it seemed like every package was an old gift that Holden had forgotten to give to one of our dearly departed friends.

Finally, at around 11:45 PM (I had my phone with me), we finished opening up every single package that he had neglected over the years.

It was like a huge weight lifted off of my shoulders.

And even though he didn't say it, I could tell that Holden was relieved too.

The next morning, while we were both enjoying a bowl of oatmeal at his dining table, I asked him why he had taken so long to open the packages.

"Don't tell me you really forgot."

"Well it's just that..."

He sighed.

Then he ate another spoonful of oatmeal.

"You're gonna give me shit for saying it."

"We've been friends for over ten years. I've already seen your shit. Literally."

A tiny laugh from him.

"Come on, man. Now's not the time to be a passive shithead."

"Alright. Fine."

He put his spoon back in his bowl.

"I was thinking about it last night, and I realized that the reason I never gave our friends their gifts was because... I never appreciated the time I had with them. I mean, getting opportunities to travel to other countries. Speaking at Cons all the time. I don't know..."

He looked down at his bowl.

"I guess I always assumed that since we were rich that there would always be enough time. Like we could buy more time if we needed to."

"That's stupid."

"I know. But it's what I thought."

I leaned back in my chair.

"So what do you want to do now?"

Holden leaned forward.

"Maybe I should send all the packages for our friends who have passed on to their families?"

"That could work."

Holden and I spent the next couple of days calling everyone, but no one wanted the gifts. They were all items that could be ordered in the exact same way online, so there was nothing really special about them.

Nothing personalized or unique.

Three days later, by sheer luck, I overheard these college students talking about a donation drive on their campus.

I immediately ran home (well, I ran to the subway) and told Holden all about it.

He agreed to it.

I really should've recorded the looks on the students' faces when they saw Holden dropping a big-ass box of miscellaneous shit into their donation box.

And that wasn't even half of it!

The school didn't want anyone else to miss out on an opportunity to donate something, so they cut him off at about twenty items.

But that was just the beginning.

A professor told us the phone numbers of places where Holden and I could donate his box of thingsTM, and we spent the rest of the day going to every single one of them until finally we were down to a box of thirteen items.

Unfortunately, we had already gone to all the donation centers in the city.

Not knowing what to do next, we decided to call Uber again and head back home.

The next morning (take a shot of water every time I say this), I was scrolling through social media when I saw a clip of someone announcing a giveaway that they were hosting.

And it hit me.

Like, literally hit me because Holden accidentally bumped into me while trying to get to the kitchen to make breakfast for himself.

"Sorry, dude."

"You should host a giveaway on your channel!" I blurted without thinking.

Holden turned around quickly.

"Huh?"

I got up from my seat at the dining room table.

"A giveaway! That's how we're gonna get rid of those thirteen items."

Holden crossed his arms and raised one eyebrow.

"Really?"

"Yeah. Got any ideas?"

"Hmm..."

Two weeks later, I went with Holden to the post office and watched him hand a box that contained a really fancy black jacket worth eight hundred dollars that was going to a very lucky winner in Oregon, to an employee behind the desk.

And that was that.

Two hundred and sixty five packages, finally gone.

I glanced over at Holden and noticed that his eyes were getting shiny.

But I didn't say anything.

Instead, I put an arm around his shoulder reassuringly.

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Author's Note: I actually think this would make a very good short film. Maybe something for the holiday season or whatever. Also, 265 is supposed to be Seventeen’s debut date scrambled up (May 26th, 526 = 265).

[zephfair]

@kelliealtogether Thank you so much for the tag! 😘 I was just looking at stats the other day, and it’s interesting!

How many works do you have on ao3? 58

What’s your total ao3 word count? 573,770

What fandoms do you write for? Currently The Raven Cycle. Previously Bleach, Teen Wolf, FF7, Da Vinci’s Demons, Bi no Isu, and Weiss Kreuz. And Tokio Hotel but those half-million words are on another archive. Still have a couple unfinished fics for most old fandoms except TH.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Creature Comforts Teen Wolf. weird Stiles-Derek meet-cute that got so popular (for me) that I wrote a second part.

Will You Accept This Rose? The Raven Cycle. My crack-filled little baby to get Ronan and Adam together on the set of The Bachelorette.

Friends make the best lovers Bleach. Ichigo and Grimmjow school AU.

Familiarity breeds contempt (and affection) Bleach. Ichigo and Grimmjow magic AU.

Fix Me Up Good Teen Wolf. Uuuuugh I can’t believe this ranks so highly 🥴 because it’s a stupid PWP I wrote literally just to see if my writing was any good because my stuff on the other archive never got much attention. It’s awful and I’ve thought many times about abandoning it, but I keep it to humble myself.😶‍🌫️

Do you respond to comments? I want to! I always do in my mind! I love and appreciate each comment more than you’ll ever know! Then I get busy irl and forget to come back and actually write down the damn response. 😖 By then, too much time has passed so my social anxiety kicks in and assumes that I’d be bothering or obnoxious, so I just don’t respond. Please forgive me. 😢 (PLEASE NOTE: I’ve received years’ old responses to my comments and they thrill me to my core! It’s awesome. I just figure I’d be upsetting the commenters so I don’t do it.)

What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? I don’t write angst, BUT I did write Sailing Off Anchor which is set between two episodes of Da Vinci’s Demons where they rip apart the two characters who’d finally come together (we all wished carnally) and worked so well together. So ofc, the storytellers tore them apart, put one back in his horribly toxic situation, and that was it for the best part of the series. How am I still so bitter?? So, yeah, my fic has a canonical ending so it’s not hopeful.

What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? All the rest of them. I want escapism when I read and write so I try to give the characters a … happy ending. 😉😏 Some more literally than others.

Do you get hate on fics? No, I’ve never gotten true hate, thank you all. I had one DVD reviewer who would ruthlessly critique my fics for plotting, pacing, OOC-ness, but they actually made some really good points, so if it was hate, it backfired.

Do you write smut? Yeah. 😏😘

Do you write crossovers? Yes, I have and I would again.

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I know of.

Have you ever had a fic translated? Yes! For TH, translations into Spanish, Portuguese, and Russian, I think. For DVD, Russian.

Have you ever co written a fic? No, but I’d be possibly willing to try. I just have a very chaotic approach to writing that I’m not sure would be amenable to sharing. 😂

What’s your all time favourite ship? All of them! 🤣 I loved writing Leo/Riario for DVD, I loved writing Zack/Cloud for FF7, and I’m loving Adam/Ronan for TRC which is my only pairing that ever actually made it to canon.

What’s a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Never say never! I was doing a multi-chapter re-write of DVD at one point, but I know I’ll never finish it because I don’t have the time or energy. And there’s only three or four of us still around, and unfortunately, I would need some external validation to ever take on a project that big again.

What are your writing strengths? N/A I just want to make readers smile, and I will feel thrilled if I make you laugh.🤣

What are your writing weaknesses? All of them? Probably can’t/won’t plot—just vibes. 😋

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? I’m a sorry excuse for a language student, so I don’t even attempt to write in another language. There’s too much nuance needed that online translation can’t handle. In TRC, there’s a smattering of Latin here and there in fics I read, and that’s cool, but I truly appreciate when you add a translation in the text or foot notes. I won’t be googling that.

First fandom you wrote for? Weiss Kreuz, but I never posted it except on my locked LJ. The first fic I ever wrote then later posted was FF7 on FFN. The first fic I ever wrote then immediately posted was for TH. ...You can tell I have anxiety.😭

Favourite fic you’ve ever written? That’s like asking a parent to choose their favorite kid! I love so many of them for so many reasons and moods. Probably the one I’m most proud of is Sailing Off Anchor because I still feel like I hit the characters perfectly. For rom-com fluff, Will You Accept This Rose? because I got to write the silly scenes I could see so clearly in my mind. For sheer zany comedy (which seems to be what I’m leaning toward more these days) Special Delivery because it’s based on a true story, and it was so much fun to embellish it and put Ronan through things.😉🤣

I'm going to tag @flightspathfic @lizpaige and @mychemicalrachel but ONLY if you want to/have the time. 😘💖💖💖