#what im doing cause not everything has instructions on it and im like??? what the fuck are you and what do i doooooo

[lucygraysboy]

billy catches a glimpse of lucy gray’s smile and his heart stutters a little, his mind left wondering if this is all just a dream, if maybe he’s died and gone to heaven because being here with her seems too good to be true — getting to swim in the lake, play pretend, giggle and sunbathe while sharing biscuits, riding a horse… what else could anyone need? she’s so very beautiful and sweet, and the way these dark brown eyes light up with sheer wonderment when he lifts her into the air and sits her on sundance’s back. “let me know if you start feeling uncomfortable. takes a while to get used to this. you might be a little sore afterwards, but it gets better, i promise,” he says softly, looking over her shoulder at the horse’s silver mane, his cheeks sun-burned and warm. there’s a light breeze that accompanies them, the leaves on the trees rustling around them. he could easily lose himself in this moment. 

“let’s say you want ‘im to turn, get away from the lake,” even though the horse seems smart enough to avoid the large body of water without anyone having to guide him away from it, “we do two things at once. we use the reins and our legs, and we do everything calmly and gently. we want to turn left. so, we pull the left rein toward ourselves while applying pressure with our right leg. this is important ‘cause he will respond by moving away from the pressure. so when you use your legs, it has to be the opposite one. wanna go left? right leg. wanna go right? left leg. and you can also talk to ‘im, of course. izquierda, sundance,” he instructs, trying to focus on teaching her how to guide the horse instead of gushing over how good it feels to have her between his arms. her skin is so smooth, so soft, beneath his calloused fingers. like warm caramel compared to his own. and she smells so sweet, like summer days and sun and wind and soap and something that belongs only to her and could never be replicated. 

he leans closer to her, burying his nose in the mane of dark ringlets, basking in this moment. “that’s the greatest compliment a teacher can get. thank you, lucy gray.” maybe it’s a good thing she can’t see his face — he’s not sure if this excessive blushing could pass for a sunburn. “you’ll feel more and more confident each time you get on horseback. sundance, here, isn’t some wild mustang. he’s a good, steady one. very trustworthy. he’ll listen to you and take you anywhere you want to go.” billy’s right hand remains resting atop lucy gray’s own, holding the reins, but his left one moves to her hip, trying to help her body find the right rhythm. “he’s just walkin’ now so you gotta keep your hips relaxed, doll. can’t be too stiff. you can close your eyes for a moment and just focus on his natural gait, try to follow it. you two need to be a team, move as one.”

a warm smile lifts on olive visage at being called doll. the nickname swirling all kinds of honey and summertime in the pit of her belly, butterflies exploding in the confines of her chest. making doe eyes gleam up at him momentarily, before forcing herself to look away. hand on her back doesn’t help things… being lifted up in a manner of seconds doesn’t help things. face still lit up in shock once her butt plops onto the horse, now sittin’ way up high, having to hike up her skirt some to make her other leg comfortably fit. glancing around in awe at his strength AND reassurance, a sweet smile widely curls her plump lips. “i’m alright.” lucy gray replies kindly, watching him climb on next before looking forward. doing what he instructs, she leans into him, keeping upright and eyes glancing down at the way he lets her hold the reigns while his hands sit on top of her smaller ones. now why would knuckles and the little blue veins on top of his hands and the way even his fingernail beds are carved out have her hypnotized. captured with the way a boy’s hands look or maybe it’s just because the way they’re his hands. either way, she’s deep into admiring boy hands for the first time in her life. the strength and security of them is crazily attractive. “that sounds easy enough to remember.” an admirable smile adorns her face, taking note and keeping it stored. liking they don’t have to kick sundance hard. and liking even more when he speaks spanish, how intelligent and adorable of him. “because of you. cause of havin’ a sweet and patient teacher.” she brags with a smirk as she looks ahead, if he was fishing for compliments she’ll happy hand them over now. “i’m a little less scared than last time, because of you.”

[kirbyddd]

barkbarkbark Riichi Book I's writing is like screeching chalkboard to my game designer's, translator's, and writer's ears all at once

it's got great concepts buried in there but it's in like the most anti-comprehension packaging conceivable

[nadianova]

welcome to surprise nadia nova how to make a visual novel tutorial

you want to 100% use ren'py i dont make the rules

its straightforward enough that simply downloading, installing and hitting the "create new project" and spamming through the menu and then opening script.rpy to see the code which will tell you like 70% of what you need to make your first vn. there no need to be afraid just because the word 'code' was mentioned. ren'py's own language is just copy pasting stuff back and forth and inserting your own names and pictures. its nothing like C# or java or whatever languages exist cause i know jackshit about any of that and dont know how to do programming

anyway, inside the main script file, script.rpy, are commented instructions on how to name a character, place a sprite, place a background, and put in text and you can basically make a vn with these things. i can not stress it enough KEEP IT SIMPLE, especially if you're starting out. making things complicated or planning massive projects is just shooting yourself in the foot. better to make 2 minute game than get stuck trying to make a epic masterpiece

writing a story is its own thing. however anyone can write and its better to write a shit story than no story. that way you have something to build on and get more comfy with your own art process. its what me and everyone else who makes vns and any other art or skill or hobby have done too.

if you like what some other vn/manga/anime/story does copy it and smash these inspirations together to make your own thing. save pictures and lines you see that get you inspired if you need inspiration and references for your own story. everything in this world is inspired by other things someone else has made. its not stealing unless you get absurd and download someone elses game and take out half the assets and put them in your own game and pretend you didnt

if you have interest do yourself a favour and make a vn. as far as game development goes its one of the most accessible options out there . ren'py is an amazing engine having all the vn necessities already in place since that allows you to just focus on the story and not have to worry about setting things up yourself and scrambling with advanced code unless you really want to

i know the jam is just ending in the following weeks and depending on when you see this post this might be outdated as hell but my yurijam server is still going and will be going until people simmer out and something new shiny takes their attention. still, its a server an people post gay shit there occasionally even outside of jams so me and many others are helpful and like answering questions to help otehrs make stuff. so i think the best way is to join the server rn and just ask questions in the help channel. better to ask stupid questions than no questions

now go make a visual novel im holding a whip and making those scary crack sounds and aiming just close enough to your feet that youre almost convinced it hit you despite your jumping and dancing and DANCE NOW DANCE MAKE A VISUAL NOVEL DANCE GET TO IT MAKE A VISUAL NOVEL DO IT NOW OR ILL GET YOUR FACE NEXT MAKE A VISUAL NOV-

anyway but for real if you really are interested make a vn cause im holding a whip and making thOSE SCARY CR-

[uncannydevotion]

Can you do toby, hoodie, and masky being instructed to kill their s/o by slender? Would they actually go through with it?

a/n: picture me rubbing my hands together evilly upon reading this request okay. this is so so so short but i felt like it would drag on if i made it any longer im sorry </3 but i hope you enjoy it!! thanks for the request, i love angst <3

warnings: major character death in tobys part!! murder, attempted murder, blood, descriptive death, memory loss, overall everyone has a bad time, but hoodie is like... vibing. also not proofread im incapable of rereading things i write.

MASKY

It's certainly not an order he intends on following, but he's well aware that he's susceptible to Slender's influence, so he's not quiet sure how to avoid it.

The only one of the three to actually try and negotiate with Slender. You weren't a threat to anyone, let alone it. He didn't understand why the being was hellbent on getting him to kill you, especially since it knew that he loved you.

And that's just the reason.

He loved you, so you were a distraction. You were a weakness, and Slender doesn't take well to its proxies having weaknesses.

But it was a reasonable being. For Masky, at least. The man was logical, so they saw eye to eye a fair amount of times. He had yet to go against any of his other orders, so Slender was willing to negotiate.

Its terms? Masky would have to cut all contact with you and your memory of him would have to be taken so to ensure you wouldn't try finding him. And in exchange, you would get to keep your life.

Now, obviously, he didn't want that. Masky loved you, so why would he ever want to part ways with you? Almost as if to show him what would happen if he didn't accept its terms, Slender caused the man to black out, and when he came to...

He was in your bedroom, standing over your bed as you slept, a gun pointing at you. His finger was on the trigger, and he quickly dropped the gun before anything could happen.

The thought of you dying, the reality of living in a world without you in it, was enough to make him agree to Slender's terms. Masky disappeared from your life, and your memory of him went with.

Though he remembered you. A sick form of punishment, perhaps, for falling in love. He remembered everything about you.

HOODIE

Hoodie is, out of the three, the one most likely here to blatantly disobey Slender without fear of consequence. Though Slender is technically his boss, he's not the type to blindly follow orders unless they make sense to him.

No amount of punishment has been able to break him, but he's too valuable of a proxy for Slender to rid of him.

When the order first comes to his mind, he almost laughs from the sheer absurdity of it.

He does not care what reason the entity might have for wanting you dead. Hoodie loved you, so he would not kill you. And should Slender try getting one of the other proxies to try and kill you, Hoodie is not against harming them.

His loyalties lie with you, first and foremost.

You are one of the very few things in his life that brings him joy, there's just literally no way in hell he'll let anything take that away from him. Not even his evil eldritch boss can force him away from you.

And unlike Masky, he won't distance himself from you. He's... pretty selfish, to be honest. His very presence puts you in harms way, and you might have people actively trying to murder you from now on but don't worry!!

He'll keep you safe, trust him.

TICCI TOBY

The only one here who will actually kill you. He doesn't want to, believe me. Toby will actively go out of his way to try and defy Slender like Hoodie, even, but he is the entity's most loyal proxy, so it's a short battle.

Toby's loyalty to the faceless being runs deeper than anything else, even his love for you. If Slender wants him to kill someone, then he will.

But he doesn't kill you willingly, if that makes you feel any better. Toby ignores the order for as long as he can, until Slender runs out of patience. And when it does, it will hound Toby with endless static and agonizing pain, punishment for disobeying its orders.

It will break Toby down, and once it's sure that Toby can't disobey it again, Slender will demand he kill you. And this time, in a mindless haze, Toby does it.

Maybe he thinks he's killing someone else, your screams and cries falling upon deaf ears as he slams his hatchets into you over and over again under you could no longer be recognized, your blood staining his clothes and skin.

Toby won't remember you. You were a weakness that had to be purged, so Slender ensured that every memory he had of you was repressed. But even so, there's this aching feeling in his chest. As if he was missing something important, something he can't quite place.

He mourns you, and yet he can't even remember you. He just feels... anguish, for some reason.

[possibilistfanfiction]

ive been in complete brainrot mode about your arcane prompts and the way you write the dynamics between cait vi and jinx. like ive just been thinking about potential scenes in this au so if its okay im just going to list down some suggestions for prompts if that’s okay?

- vi gets brought into the hospital because she spent too long in a burning building trying to rescue as many people as she could (because that’s just the kind of person she is). cait and her argue over how sometimes vi needs to put her own safety first while she treats her wounds.

(I’d actually love to read any prompts where cait just simply cares for vi emotionally/physically cause vi’s backstory too makes me froth…) i just want to put her in my pocket and keep her safe :(

- jinx/vander/vi go to the kiramman’s for that dinner party and jinx/cassandra get along super well cause they collaborate on their embarrassing childhood stories about vi and cait. a joint slay

- a cassandra pov chapter as she notices how serious cait is about vi and the little moments between them and what she thinks about vi.

- maybe a cait focused chapter about how much of an empath she is and how exhausting it is to feel so deeply and try so hard to make everything better for everyone.

Thank you so much for writing this au!

You understand these characters so well and i feel for them so much when i read your work. Your writing carries so much heart and bleeds love practically :’)

it’s been all I’ve been thinking about lately and it brightens up my day immensely when i get a notification that you’ve updated! :)

[is there anything so undoing as a daughter! anyway i tried to work most of these in in some way; cassandra pov for u :) ao3 if u want. (also cait is trans bc since this is my au there's no transphobia & i love her)]

//

caitlyn informs you that she's a girl three days before her tenth birthday. she cries, but she's calm, and tobias is first to take her into his arms and tell her that it's good, that it's lovely, that you'll both do everything you can to see her, to make sure she's seen the way she wants to be, the way she is. you hug her too, so tight, because it's one thing to have a son, to instruct, always, how to be thoughtful, and kind, and use all the privilege your last name carries to do good in the world.

your child is thoughtful, and kind, and determined — in spades — with the set of your brow and the blue of your eyes. you do love your child, without reservation.

caitlyn's lip trembles and you brush back her hair that you'll teach her how to take care of when it starts to grow long; she sniffles and you kiss her forehead. she will grow tall and elegant; you and tobias help her choose her great-grandmother's name and then change all of her records accordingly; you take her shopping for new clothes she picks excitedly, and a few years later she beams when she tries on a pretty, simple lace bra; you ask tobias to explain the medications she needs and help her, when she's small, to keep track of them, until she can do it herself; you hold her hand in recovery after each surgery, where she cries in relief and you wipe her tears with a gentle smile. each new stage of belonging brings with it an ease in her breath that you cherish. she grows to be fierce and funny and brave, and still always gentle.

you love her, and you see her — always, she has been yours; she had grown inside your body and you had held her first, the greatest pride and joy of your life.

but it's something you had never been able to prepare yourself for, in any circumstance: a daughter. she undoes you every day.

//

you first hear the name vi — a nickname, of all things, used formally — one sunny, cold afternoon during a late lunch after caitlyn had come over to shoot skeet, a rare day she'd finished work early.

she tells you about her weekend, how she'd climbed and it was sunny and brilliant and she felt strong.

'with jayce?' you ask.

she nods. 'we met some people we ended up climbing with, too,' she says, which is new. 'they were both really good, and very safe. vi,' she tells you, and her voice goes a little reverent, soft around the edges. 'and her sister,' she tacks on, almost an afterthought but not unkind, just not her focus. she clears her throat, a blush spreading across her cheeks, different from the flush that you're accustomed to when you shoot in the cold together. 'anyway,' she says, and you fight a smile behind a sip of tea, 'what did you and dad think of the opera?'

you laugh, but you're relieved too: no one will ever be good enough for her — not only because of the name she carries, one you had carried all your life too, but because she's a force no one can harm, as long as you have any say.

you don't ask more questions after this vi; you tell her about the opera, and then you shoot some more, one more round. she doesn't miss.

//

when caitlyn was born, you held her tight. all day long, people had been in and out to meet her, and she had been so calm. it's not what you or tobias had wanted, but she was the heir to the kiramman name and so her fortune was already set, far before you had cried in joy at the positive pregnancy test on the bathroom counter, tobias laughing delightedly, and far before she came into this world, with grey eyes that will turn electric blue and strong, tiny hands, clenched perpetually. she was so small and so new, and you handed her off to the nurse in the waning hours of the evening so you could sleep through the night.

not even two hours later, though, as the pain was really started to set in and tobias was dosing off in the chair next to you, the nurse had apologetically brought her back, bundled and screaming, her face splotched with red from crying.

'she won't stop,' the nurse said. 'we've tried everything, but she's keeping the other babies up. i'm sorry.'

you shook your head and took her back into your arms while she wailed as much as her little lungs would allow. you wondered about her, everything, because she was a person and there was so much to learn. you unbuttoned your gown and held her to your bare skin; she stopped crying, just like that. she latched onto your breast, easily, and ate a little, and then fell asleep, little sighs filling the room. tobias looks on in a very exhausted awe; you brought your lips to the crown of her head, the soft tuft of dark hair there that smelled so good, beyond anything you could have ever imaged: yours. she didn't fuss when he placed her in the bassinet a few minutes later; she slept all night, wanting just to be near you.

//

you're in your car, your driver regrettably apologizing as you get stuck in a typical rush hour traffic jam on the freeway, when caitlyn calls, a few weeks later.

'are you stuck in this traffic too?' you guess after she asks what you're doing, if you're free.

she groans. 'i was hoping to get home early, have time to decompress and shower before...'

she trails off, a pause you decide to let rest. she's always needed to tell you things in her own time.

'i have a date tonight,' she confesses, and you can hear the giddiness, the nervousness, through the phone.

you hum. 'oh?'

'yeah,' she says, and you stop yourself from chiding her about the informal word. 'i — she's amazing, mom. i just want it to go well.'

'well, you're a kiramman,' you remind her, the reminder thinly veiled under a tinge of encouragement in your tone. 'i'm sure you'll be quite impressive.'

she sighs; you know it's not the reassurance she wanted, but your family doesn't always have that luxury. she doesn't tell you anything else — instead you talk about the upcoming council vote on your latest bill, and how her meeting at work about funding cancer treatments went — and, of course, you don't ask.

//

tobias, always softer than you, especially with your daughter, asks after this vi on sunday. you meet caitlyn for brunch at your usual monthly spot, your mimosas already poured and cortados prepared as you sit down at your table.

'next month, just bring vi,' tobias says when he notices caitlyn's fire department sweatshirt underneath her peacoat. it's not too nice a restaurant for her jeans, boots, and a crew neck, but you are not normal patrons. he laughs when he says it, not disapproving in the slightest, a smirk on his face when you understand the implication: caitlyn had come from vi's home this morning, rather than her own apartment.

'it's serious, then?' you ask, and you try not to feel slighted that tobias seems to know far more about caitlyn's feelings, and vi's existence, than you: it's your own doing.

caitlyn fiddles with the corner of her napkin. 'yes,' she decides on, her smile small and tender, her shoulders soft. 'i'd like if you met her. i... well, i hope she'll be around for a long time.'

you suppose it was bound to happen: caitlyn is beautiful and smart and driven, talented and successful and, most importantly, good.

'we should meet her, then,' you decide.

//

caitlyn was in her first year of college the first time she brought home a girlfriend. you're sure she'd had girlfriends over before, a few of her friends throughout the years of secondary school giggling too much to just be interested in hanging out, as they say, but you hadn't prodded and she hadn't said. you'd always left that up to tobias, who still called her sprout and spent afternoons on long walks with her and the dogs, a daughter somehow easier to handle for him.

during winter holiday, even though university is just an hour away from your home, she brought home a girlfriend for winter holiday. this girl's family lived far away, and, for most, it's expensive to travel that distance, and so, ever generous, caitlyn invited her. you had agreed, if only because it was proper and you didn't want a fight before she even arrived.

the girl, for the most part, was uninteresting, if polite. caitlyn was enamored, but you trusted it would fade. she had been distinctly sad when she arrived home for summer break, informing you — tobias already knew, although he didn't have much of a clue about caitlyn's grades or extracurricular involvement — one day hunting that she and this girlfriend had broken things off. she'd not given you any real reason, just that it didn't work out, but you'd seen her frowning at the kiramman coat of arms engraved into a bullet. she'd loaded her gun, though, her favorite hunting rifle, when she spotted a hare, and shot perfectly without pause.

//

'and what is vi short for?' you ask, doing your best to not stare at the face tattoo caitlyn's very serious girlfriend has of her own nickname.

'oh, uh,' she responds, looks at cait and then rubs the back of her neck.

her hair is messy and asymmetrical, and the t-shirt she's wearing is quite nice, tucked into similarly nice slacks, and her belt matches the loafers you're absolutely sure are caitlyn's because you yourself had bought them for her for her last birthday — but there are more tattoos over the backs of her arms, disappearing under her shirt and emerging again on her neck. you do your best not to judge — and you don't judge people, especially your constituents — but vi is not just a person in your life. caitlyn, allegedly according to tobias, is in love with her, only a few months in.

'violet,' caitlyn says, squeezing her hand not-very-discreetly under the table, a degree of reverence in her voice that has tobias looking your way with his brows raised. 'but she prefers vi.'

you might think that vi is certainly not good enough in any way for your daughter, but you also won't force a name down someone's throat: you didn't do it with your own child, and you would never do it now. 'vi, then.'

she nods, thankful, and looks to caitlyn's hands to figure out which fork to use when your salads are delivered. unfortunately, for just a moment, it's endearing, and when caitlyn smiles, proudly, later on while vi talks about her work as a firefighter, detailing one of her latest calls where she was able to carry two children out of a burning apartment as it collapsed, nonchalant and humble about the whole thing, you see a sliver of what caitlyn does: someone brave, heroic, steadfast in her selflessness — a partner. vi eats four of the small desserts when they get placed on an elegant tray in the middle of the table; caitlyn just laughs.

//

when caitlyn turned twelve, she tried to run away. tobias, as you both frantically looked for her, hours before her party, had insisted it wasn't about her everyday life: her peers at school had been accepting and kind this year, even if she wasn't always good at making friends, and her teachers spoke highly of her performance and participation in classes; her puberty blockers had, so far, worked wonderfully, without any averse side effects.

it wasn't hard to find her, mostly because there are few places caitlyn loved more than the stables on your property; she was less interested in the horses than she was spending time with your hunting dogs. they had loved her for years, because she was always sneaking them bits of chicken from the kitchens, and also because she loved them: dogs can tell those sorts of things, you're sure.

you had found her, curled up in the hay loft, her eyes red rimmed from crying, snuggled up between the dogs, sniffling a little in her sleep. her party, an annual affair, was slated to begin in a few hours. but still, tobias had turned to you and led you out of the stables by the hand. caitlyn's presents, all kinds of gadgets she'd been interested in, and new books and toys, as well as a beautiful gown for the event, were abandoned in her room. 'just let her have a few more minutes,' he'd said, glancing back at her. you are in charge of so much, responsible for so many: caitlyn's childhood, while full of the pressures of her name and status, has been, in all the ways you deem most important, full — there are those who, certainly, have it much worse.

but still, you'd agreed, if only because she'd cried herself asleep.

//

vi is, among other things, a gifted rock climber and boxer, a very devoted older sister, a terrible shot — when caitlyn tries to teach her skeet, they end up laughing more than hitting any targets, which no amount of eye rolling on your part seems to dampen — and, you will admit, a loving girlfriend who seems, genuinely, to understand some part of your daughter that you never quite have.

it's caitlyn's birthday, and she will always have your last name, which means there is a party, all chandeliers and champagne, every year in the great room at your home in celebration of her birth. vi shows up on time, with jayce and viktor and mel, looking almost comfortable in a space like this, laughing at a joke mel says and elbowing jayce in the arm, holding viktor's drink while he situates his cane. she's handsome, in a suit you're sure caitlyn had helped her pick and get tailored: her broad shoulders fill out the jacket and her shirt underneath is unbuttoned just enough to look fashionable and not sloppy.

caitlyn is, every year, beautiful, and competent, and kisses vi quickly — still soft, still heavy with promises — before she says hello to her friends and then greets you and tobias with kisses to the cheek and then, less formally, hugs. the gown she wears this year is the same dark as her hair, hugs her hips, and is just on this side of elegant, and you know she'd worn it for one person, and one person only: vi's eyes never seem, truly, to stray from her, no matter how many rounds of boring conversation caitlyn has to wade through.

eventually, when the party is in full swing, you head back to the kitchens to check on the dessert course. you turn the corner and see caitlyn and vi sitting on the counter, in the corner of the kitchen, your head chef ignoring them fully other than a small smile directed in caitlyn's direction when she moans around a bite of grilled cheese, her favorite since she was small. vi takes a bite of her own sandwich, and then says, 'holy shit, cait, you weren't lying,' and caitlyn laughs, relaxed from the champagne she's had, sure, but also different from every other year you've celebrated her coming into the world.

caitlyn ducks her head when vi moves closer, so they're touching all along one side, hip to hip and shoulder to shoulder. the chef delivers a cupcake with a smile, one single candle in it, and then winks.

'happy birthday, baby,' vi says, takes out a lighter from her suit jacket, and lights the candle. caitlyn blows it out, looking younger than you remember in a long time.

//

vi's father immediately reminds you of her: his muscles fill out his dress shirt, and he's brash, laughing heartily with tobias, but a little shy at the same time, when he doesn't know whether or not it's appropriate to eat with his hands.

'it's a burger and fries,' vi's little sister says, rolling her eyes and digging into her own lunch — at a normal cafe near the water and their climbing gym, which caitlyn had insisted upon for this meeting — with no hesitation. she's... interesting, with a messy blue buzzcut and a denim jacket with neon spray paint all over it, shaky hands and big, bright eyes — she looks like vi but younger, softer, a different kind of weary: her own entity entirely. you've heard of her from caitlyn, sure, how she's fun and funny and requires a level of care that vi will always hold sacred, and also from jayce, from has spoken so highly of her studies, how creative and smart she is, how she has, in his words, the genuine potential to change the world. tobias asks after her arm; a few weeks ago she had needed some stitches, and she proudly pulls back the cuff of her jacket and shows him the neat scar. 'excellent work, dr. kiramman the original.'

it gets a laugh out of you, which both caitlyn and vi look a little surprised by, but jinx only grins.

'wanna hear about the time vi was trying to do a flip and her sweatpants ripped right off? she was ten.'

vi groans while vander lets out a hearty chuckle. 'do tell,' you encourage.

it's, perhaps, one of the easiest meals you've shared with caitlyn and vi, if only because they're so mutually mortified at the trading of embarrassing childhood stories between their families like the most precious currency.

'i have to say,' you decide as you're picking up the bill, and then point your last fry at jinx, 'i like her.'

she gives a triumphant ha! to both caitlyn and vi, and then shoots a finger gun in your direction, grinning.

//

caitlyn calls tobias, crying, in the middle of the night. he puts the phone on speaker, because you'd woken too, and because your heart had skipped a beat the moment he answered and you heard caitlyn's sniffle. she tells you that vi was in a building when it collapsed, that they were able to get her out but it took too long, and she's hurt, and unconscious, and just getting to the ER now. she tells you that she's picking up vi's younger sister on her way there, and she asks tobias to come in and she asks you to bring clothes and food tomorrow morning, once they know more of what's happening and how vi is doing.

you don't go back to sleep that night; you wait for any updates from tobias and schedule send emails for the morning, just to have something to do. vi might not be your favorite pick for your daughter, but she's been wholly devoted to caitlyn for two years now, and you know they're planning to put an offer in on a house soon — not subtle in her commitment, despite her best efforts.

eventually, tobias calls to tell you that vi has made it through surgery and, although they'd had to remove her spleen and stop some difficult bleeding in her liver, and despite some broken ribs and a sprained shoulder, she should be just fine. you won't admit it to anyone, but you cry a few tears of relief when you hang up; more than anything, vi makes caitlyn safe and happy, and caitlyn takes great joy in being able to offer the same in return, and you would never want that to be taken from either of them.

//

they have a fight, not soon after, only about a month. caitlyn calls you, furious, even though you're in the middle of preparing one of the most important referendums of the year; she's your daughter, so you answer.

'she's being ridiculous,' she grits into the phone. you give her a moment to gather herself, and then she continues, less aggravated, 'i know it's because she isn't good at letting people help her, and she's worked on it in therapy, i know because we've gone together too.'

you hum gently.

'she's still hurt; her ribs haven't fully healed and she just got her stitches out two weeks ago, and she still gets headaches all the time, and yet today i got home to her building shelves. with a drill and everything! and normally, like, that would be hot —' caitlyn pauses, seemingly carried away for a moment; you don't laugh, just to spare her, but you have to fight it. 'we don't need more shelves right now. i just need her to...'

when she doesn't say anything, seemingly stuck, you suggest, 'let you take care of her?'

she sighs, on the verge of tears. 'then we had an argument. but, yes, all i want to do is take care of her. she had — she had so many unkind, awful things done to her; i saw her films and scans, and — mom.'

'oh, sweetheart,' you say, accepting, understanding, for the first time, the depth of their love: the grief, the pain, the boredom and difficulty and miracle of it all. 'she's stubborn only because it can be scary, to let someone love you so completely. i know how it feels, with your father.'

she sniffles. 'i do, love her like that.'

'you'll show her. she'll let you. just talk to her.'

'do you promise?'

she sounds so young, so small; you've wrapped her up in your arms and promised things much more difficult than reconciliation between the two of them. 'yes, my dear. i promise.'

//

time moves: they have a housewarming and, although you think their brownstone is smaller than necessary, it is beautiful. jinx shows you her basement proudly, and introduces you to her boyfriend? best friend? partner? — you're not quite sure, and her rambling and his adoring laughter at it, hadn't provided any real clarification. you help set out the small finger foods they'd ordered from their favorite lebanese restaurant, and you meet so many of their collective friends. it's a happy day, with a lot of wine, and everyone is in socked feet, and caitlyn wraps her arm around vi's waist and kisses the side of her head during a quiet moment in the hall, just the two of them in their home.

they adopt a dog, a big black and white boy who they're both immediately in love with and who falls asleep with his blocky, soft head on your lap when you sit down one evening with them over the holidays to watch a movie. caitlyn adores him, sends you and tobias pictures of him on their trail runs often; they take him on climbing trips and he enjoys sleeping in the sun.

//

when caitlyn is fourteen, you sat down with her and pressed your grandfather's wedding band into her palm. 'this was, when you were small, supposed to be yours, one day.' it was thick and gold and decidedly more masculine than she'd ever want, but it was gorgeous all the same, with your family's coat of arms inscribed on the inside.

she looked a little troubled by it, sorting out her feelings: what things belong, and what things are just off. you and tobias had never asked for her to explain, only if she wanted to; she told you, years ago, who she was, and you had always believed her.

'i can hold onto it for you,' you told her, 'just in case there's ever anything you end up wanting to do with it. there's no pressure, sweetheart. just know that it's yours.'

she had let out a big breath, relaxed her shoulders from her ears. 'okay,' she told you. 'thanks, mom.'

//

vi and jinx are out of town, on some kind of trip with jinx's partner, and caitlyn hadn't been able to take enough time off of work to go with them. she's over at the house now, moping about, clearly missing the people who have now become her family too, but it's dramatic enough that it's funny.

you're not sure, it's a gamble, but you call her up to your closet. she slumps down on the bench, in running shorts and one of vi's fire department captain — a recent promotion that you think caitlyn had been more excited about than vi herself — sweatshirts; she props one knee up and rests her chin on it, then looks at you expectantly, confused but interested.

'i'm not sure if you remember,' you say, and find it easily in the back of one of your jewelry cases, 'but i thought now might be a good time to give this to you.'

her eyes get big, the same blue as yours, when you put the ring in her hand. you're certain they've both been thinking of it: marriage, everything at the heart of such a union. their love, certainly, is big enough.

'i'm not sure what size violet's ring finger is, but it should be easy to resize, if we need.'

'oh.'

'but —' you rush to say — 'if you had a ring already picked out for her, one she might like better, we can just put this away again.'

she looks away from the ring and up at you, and then she's standing, years of grace and strength, the surest, best shot you know, and hugging you. she's taller, and the crook of her sweatshirt smells very distinctly like vi's cologne and caitlyn's perfume, all at once. 'thank you,' she whispers, teary.

you have so much you could say to deflect, about the horrors of wedding planning or whether or not vi is going to take the kiramman name, but caitlyn is your daughter, and you hold her to you like she's still small, still yours.

//

you straightened the straps of the dress caitlyn had picked out, the first she's ever tried on. she took a deep breath and then raised her eyes to look in the mirror. her hair was still short, although it was growing fast, much to her relief, and her features were delicate already on their own.

caitlyn turned to hug you tight around your waist, bursting into tears. you fought them yourself, instead rubbing gentle circles along her back while she got it all out. eventually, you dried her tears and turned her around to look in the mirror again. 'you are so beautiful, my girl,' you told her, and shushed when she started crying again. 'stand with your back straight,' you instructed, 'and your chest proud. the kiramman women have always been a force, and you will be too.'

she nodded, seriously, and straightened her thin shoulders. even though her lip trembled, a smile made its way through.

//

it's an ordinary day, another lunch, sunny and bright, when they tell you.

'a girl?' you ask, just to make sure you've heard them correctly.

'well, for now, at least,' vi says, sending a wink caitlyn's way, who rolls her eyes and then laughs.

they tell you more details of the adoption that's happening sooner than you can fully wrap your head around; you and tobias the second in the family to know, just after jinx, who had only found out this morning. she was, apparently, immediately thrilled, and tobias echoes the sentiment.

'to the kiramman women who have come before,' you say, after you've hugged both of them tight and ordered a bottle of champagne, 'and to those who will lead us forward, even further.'

caitlyn rolls her eyes and the seriousness, but they're suspiciously wet, and vi wholeheartedly clinks her glass with yours.

later, vi goes to get the car and tobias is settling the bill while you and caitlyn wait outside in the sun. 'prepare for her to be your undoing,' you tell her, serious but with a mirth you can't contain.

caitlyn raises a brow. 'i haven't been that bad.'

you shrug.

'mom.'

you laugh, pat her cheek.

she smiles, so bright. you weren't sure, when she was young, if this would ever be in the cards for her, but her life is beautiful and big, a world any child would be lucky to be loved in.

you hug her again, because you can. 'you are going to be a wonderful mother.'

she's taller than you, much stronger, but she'll always be small; you hold her still. she'll always be yours.

[timetodecidedjo]

POOLVERINE NATION

i wrote it. i wrote the Friends fic.

i apologize in advance if it’s not as good as it could be, im a little rusty bc these 2 literally pulled me back into fic writing and i haven’t put anything out in years 🤣 it’s also not beta read so my apologies if it sounds jumbly and grammatically fucked up lmao.

if ya feel like reading some of my other work, you can read more on AO3, username xuaerduobb.

thank you for the motivation and for feeding into my fixation @greatsnakestintin and @avenging-captain ❤️💛

“Good morning!” Dopinder announced as he strolled into the apartment, a bit early to pick up Althea to take her to the grocery store. Logan typically did most of the since he was usually the one making all the meals, but every now and again, Al would want to get out of the apartment and do it herself. Al liked to hit the stores early in the morning before the crowds got to be too much, so Dopinder was instructed to be at the apartment for 7AM. He didn’t mind helping her out, and if anything, he really enjoyed the company.

Logan, just finishing making the three of them breakfast, sat down next to Wade at the kitchen table, his coffee now at an acceptable temperature. Wade was already suited up (sans the mask so he could eat) because he had a debriefing that morning at the Avengers Headquarters and was leaving right after he finished his breakfast. Logan took a sip of his black coffee from the Spice Girls mug he had found in the cupboard just as he felt Wade’s hand rest on his thigh underneath the table.The merc used his fingers to brush up against Logan’s blue flannel pajama bottoms, causing a shiver to roll up his leg. He took a deep breath as he soaked up Wade’s touch, trying his best to not arouse suspicion to the others.

You see, Wade and Logan, up until the last few months or so, had been at each other’s necks, bickering and squabbling at everything and nothing. Eventually, one magical night when they were both out working a small job over a few days in another city, it happened. After a long night of working a stakeout, they retreated back to the crummy motel they were staying in and had the talk. You know, the talk two people have when they’re both deeply in love with each other but won't admit it. It was the talk where you stay up all night just happy to be there to listen to what the other has to say, even if it’s mostly utter nonsense. Truthfully, both men had grown so tired of the constant fighting that was really just flirting in disguise. Logan had been the one to initiate the kiss that would turn into months of secret sex capades all the while they were falling more and more in love with each other. It had been absolutely perfect with no one else butting in on their developing relationship, and let’s face it, the sneaking around was a hell of a lot of fun too. They just wanted to keep it for themselves for a bit while it was still so new, so they couldn’t mess things up just yet.

“Punching the clock early this morning, DP?” Dopinder asked as he sat down on the old tattered couch in the living room. He turned his body to the side so that they could still talk from across the room.

Wade took a big bite of his scrambled eggs and swallowed them down with a sip of coffee made just the way he liked it. Logan always got it right.

“Crime doesn’t take a day off, Dopinder. Someone has to stay vigilant to protect the world against evil. You know, like wicked senators or money hungry Girl Scouts.”

“I truly admire your willingness to stand up for the little guy, Mr. Pool,” Dopinder grinned, stars practically shooting out of his eyes.

Logan rolled his eyes and groaned, looking over at their friend across the room.

“He’s going to a meeting, don’t feed into his bullshit.”

The merc glanced over at Logan and then at the imaginary audience in front of him.

“He’s just jealous because he’s basically my house husband now, but it’s fine. We’ll talk about it later in couple’s counseling, which we both desperately need, but not for our relationship. Mostly because of all the other life altering trauma.”

“Welp. Daddy’s off to work, kitten,” Wade said as he stood up from the table with his mask in his hand. The merc leaned down to plant a big juicy kiss on Logan’s lips, wanting to savor it as much as he could before having to leave for the day. When their eyes met, Logan looked at Wade with so much love and adoration… until both idiots finally realized what had just happened, and boy, did it hit them both like a ton of bricks. As far as everyone else knew, Wade and Logan didn’t kiss and they weren’t romantic with each other. Wade was no stranger to being touchy feely with pretty much everyone, but this wasn’t just being touchy feely and this wasn’t just anyone. This was Logan. This was Wade and Logan.

Wade, making an executive decision, walked around to the other side of the kitchen table and took Al’s chin into his hands, pressing a kiss to her lips.

“Have a great time at the supermarket, Althea. Make sure to grab some more French toast sticks. We’re running low.”

“What the fuck! What the hell was that about?!” Al screeched in her chair as she tossed her fork down onto the plate, causing a sharp pang in everyone’s ears.

Wade continued on his kissing rampage and planted a big one right onto Dopinder’s mouth, a total look of shock and horror plastered all over his face.

“Dopinder! Always a pleasure!” The merc chimed and walked away as he pulled his mask over his cancer ridden face. Logan stood up and followed Wade out of the door, keeping his cool as best as he could and trying to play all of this off as if it was nothing but Wade being Wade. He shut the door behind them and smacked his boyfriend on the shoulder.

“I understand why you did what you did and I appreciate it, but did you have to kiss Al? She’s fuckin’ blind, idiot!”

Wade just stood there and stared at his lover for a second, probably the longest he had ever gone without saying anything while he was conscious.

“Do you not remember when she almost caught us a few weeks ago? She hears everything, honey badger. Everything! The walls are paper thin. I had to cover my bases.”

Shaking his head in disbelief, The Wolverine sighed and smacked his hand to his face, knowing full well he was going to have to try to come up with some kind of story where he stabbed Wade in the hallway for kissing him.

“Please come home to me in one piece,” Logan pleaded when he looked up, using his best puppy dog eyes.

With one swift movement, the merc had pulledc his mask off to give Logan one final kiss until he could come home later in the day.

“Always, peanut.”

[beanjang-draws]

Plague Ponies - Research

CONTENT WARNINGS: no gore

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Summary:

Twilight doesn’t want to admit it, but things in Equestria haven’t been in tip-top shape recently. It looks like even Princess Celestia has judged that the news cycle has been too grim as of late, as she’s instructed Twilight not to make a public statement about the number of ponies who fell ill after the Everfree attack.

With the help of her number one assistant, Twilight tries to figure out how exactly to quietly prep for an epidemic when they both remember: Granny Smith is super old! She must know what to do? Wait, Pinkie? What are you doing here?!

Twilight and Pinkie end up going to Sweet Apple Acres together, where Twilight is given a book that just might contain the answers she needs. Now to decide her next course of action…should she go back to the orchard and head home now, or should she indulge for just a second in Apple Bloom’s request to check on her project?

Transcript below:

Twilight Sparkle: Thank you for understanding, Doctor. I’ll send word immediately if anything changes.

Greymare: Of course, Princess. We appreciate your generosity. Everything should be ready within the week.

Twilight: Of course. If you’re in need of any more funds, tell the distributors to contact me.

Doctor Greymare bids his farewells to Princess Twilight and takes his leave. Twilight heads back inside the library, where Spike is looking on with concern.

Spike: Twilight…are you sure we shouldn’t tell everypony now? If everypony in Ponyville really is infected, shouldn’t they all know?

Twilight Sparkle: I don’t like delaying things either, Spike, but you read Princess Celestia’s letter out yourself. Our priority is to avoid panic until we know we can answer their inevitable questions.

Spike: I guess that makes sense…hearing about another disaster after the last string of disasters would make everypony totally freak out!

Twilight Sparkle: Spike!

Spike: What? Im agreeing with you! It’s a bad idea to tell everypony about an epidemic after a discord came back, got better, accidentally caused the princesses’ kidnappings, delayed the Summer Sun Celebration—

Twilight Sparkle: SPIKE

Spike lets up after Twilight’s outburst, looking amused as she takes a breath to collect herself.

Twilight Sparkle: Maybe things haven’t been the most…stable, lately, but the princesses have everything under control. Plus, I’ve been reading up on epidemiology and it’s normal for new pathogens to crop up every few decades. We just have to be prepared for them!

Spike: Oh, perfect! You’re the most prepared pony I know!

Twilight loses her composure entirely.

Twilight Sparkle: BUT I’M NOT PREPARED! I’M THE ONE WHO’S SUPPOSED TO TAKE CARE OF PONYVILLE NOW, BUT I CAN’T EVEN KEEP IT SAFE. ALL I’VE DONE IS LEARN TO FLY AND MEMORIZE PRINCESS ETIQUETTE. THAT’S NOT GOING TO HELP ANYPONY!

Spike: Hey, you’ve been busy saving all of Equestria! You didn’t prepare for that either, but it went fine in the end because of your friends.

Twilight Sparkle: I guess so…

Spike: If these diseases pop up every now and then, Ponyville must have had some experience with this sort of thing before. You just finished talking to Doctor Greymare, right? Maybe he could help.

Twilight Sparkle: That’s just the thing, Spike. He said he hasn’t heard of anything like this before, at least not while he’s been running the hospital.

Spike: Is there anypony who might know what happened before him?

Twilight Sparkle: You would have to be ancient to remember anything further back than that. You’d have to be…

The cogs in Twilight’s head begun to turn, and she and Spike come to the same conclusion simultaneously.

Twilight Sparkle and Spike: Somepony old like Granny Smith!

Twilight Sparkle: Spike, you’re a genius!

Spike: Bah, this is just a run of the mill performance from your number one assistant.

Twilight Sparkle: We should head to Sweet Apple Acres right now—

Suddenly, Pinkie Pie bursts in out of nowhere.

Pinkie Pie: TWILIGHT!!!! SOMETHING BIG IS COMING!!!!!!! THE FATE OF PONYVILLE DEPENDS ON IT

Spike: Pinkie, could you bring down the volume a little? My ears have been sensitive lately…

Pinkie Pie: Oh, sorry, Spike! The fate of Ponyville depends on it!

Spike: Thanks

Twilight Sparkle: Is it your Pinkie sense? Can you feel something bad coming?

Pinkie Pie: Yes! It’s big! Huge! Even bigger and huger than the time you believed in my Pinkie sense!

Spike: Wow, that IS big.

Twilight Sparkle: Well, if it’s so serious, we should tell everypony to stay indoors for the time being.

Pinkie Pie: Waaay ahead of you, Twilight! I already warned everypony not to take any unnecessary journeys on the way here.

Twilight Sparkle: Thank you Pinkie, you’ve saved us a lot of time. Now we can—

Pinkie Pie: —consult Granny Smith for her firsthoof account on Ponyville’s history of health and safety protocols?

Twilight Sparkle: …I won’t even ask. Yes, Pinkie, we’re doing just that.

Pinkie Pie: That’s a great idea, Twilight! Lead the way :3

Twilight Sparkle: Alright, let’s get to Sweet Apple Acres.

Pinkie Pie and Twilight Sparkle begin to clear out to head to the farm. Twilight notices Spike hasn’t made moves to join them, so she sticks her head back inside to check on him.

Twilight Sparkle: Spike, aren’t you coming?

Spike: You know, Twilight, if staying indoors is so important, I think I’d better stay here and…make sure Owlowicious doesn’t go wandering around while you’re gone.

Twilight Sparkle: Alright, number one assistant! I’m leaving the library under your watch. We shouldn’t be gone too long.

It looks like most Ponyville Residents have caught wind of Pinkie’s warnings! Twilight and Pinkie only see a few ponies out and about on their way to Sweet Apple Acres. this far out, the news hasn’t yet reached the Apples, who are occupied with a busy apple bucking season.

Applejack: Howdy y’all! What brings you down to the farm?

Pinkie Pie: My Pinkie sense has been going off all morning! Im not sure what this one means!

Twilight Sparkle: But I think I could figure it out. AJ, could I talk to Granny Smith?

Applejack: Sure thing! She shouldn’t have hunkered down for her afternoon nap just yet.

Twilight Sparkle: Alright, girls, I’ll be right back.

Pinkie Pie: I’ll stay with Applejack and lend a hoof with the apples!

Applejack: You know what, that’d be mighty helpful of you, Pinkie! Big Mac’s been sick, so I’ve been buckin’ these trees all on my own!

Twilight goes off to see Granny Smith on her own.

Twilight Sparkle: Hello, Granny Smith! Sorry to barge in on you like this..

Granny Smith: Not at all, dearie. In fact, you ought to visit more often! I hear so much about you from Apple Bloom, you really should stay for supper one of these days and tell us about your lessons yourself!

Twilight Sparkle: Thank you, Granny. I’ll make sure to visit more often. Unfortunately, I didn’t come by just to say hi today. I actually did have a few questions for you.

Granny Smith: Of course! Ask away, dear, I’m all ears.

Twilight Sparkle: Have there ever been any emergency health and safety protocols in Ponyville?

Granny Smith: Emergency what now?

Twilight Sparkle: Have there been any outbreaks of sickness in Ponyville in the past? Did the town have a way of dealing with them?

Granny Smith: Oh! You just mean the plague ponies. Hold on dear, I know I’ve got a book back here somewhere…it’s been sitting collecting dust! A sign of better times, I reckon…now if only I could find it…

Granny Smith begins rummaging around the house looking for the aforementioned book.

Twilight Sparkle: I think this might be just the thing I need! I haven’t heard of plague ponies before. None of my books mention them at all.

Granny Smith: Oh, your fancy city books wouldn’t have anything on this.

Granny Smith returns with a beat up looking book on hoof.

Granny Smith: I knew I still had one laying around!

Twilight Sparkle: Thank you, Granny. Um, what it is?

Granny Smith: It’s a home remedy book! Back when the town was first settling, we had all sorts of sicknesses popping up. Prob’ly from all the different ponies coming together. Without much of a way to reach Canterlot yet, we couldn’t get aid from the big city for any fancy doctor magic.

Twilight Sparkle: Oh…I had no idea that happened.

Granny Smith: Heh-heh…I’m not surprised they didn’t teach you this in your Canterlot history classes…What city pony aid we lacked, we made up for in home remedies. We each of us came together and pooled our knowledge in books like these. Here, you take this. This one’s got some of my own notes in it. Maybe you could add your own!

Twilight Sparkle: I couldn’t possibly take this from you! It’s a part of your history…

Granny Smith: It’s yours, too. And it’s doing nopony any good collecting dust with me. Just promise me to read every bit of it.

Twilight Sparkle: …Thank you, Granny. I will.

Granny Smith: Alright, now I’m off to hit the hay. Apple Bloom, you should show Twilight your plant project in the barn!

Granny Smith turns to go and take her afternoon nap. Apple Bloom appears, eager to get her turn talking to Twilight.

Twilight Sparkle: Ooh, have you figured out how to get your subjects to multiply?

Apple Bloom: I sure did!! I made the adjustments you told me to and added a little something of my own! You’ve gotta come and see it!!

POLL: Should Twilight go see Apple Bloom’s Project?

RESULT: Yes

End transcript

[eijirousbestie]

YOUR ART MAJOR STORY WAS FIRE!! IM AN ART MAJOR AND WE HAD TO DO DETAILED PORTRAITS THIS MORNING AS AN ACTIVITY OVER THE NEXT FEW DAYS AND ALL I COULD THINK ABOUT WAS YOUR STORY 😭😭😭😭 anyway i had the vision of Y/N doing a portrait of bakugou for her class ❤️❤️❤️❤️

AHH THANK YOU SM hearing someone thought abt my story in their day to day life is actually insane so thank you for reading!! Love to see a fellow art major around here🤝🏽I hope this story is to your liking i tried my best😭<33

“Can I draw you?”

this is kinda long (I got too into it lol)

pulling at the heartstrings a bit here

he’s a willing participant???

unorganized dishes

golden hour

* * *

Being an art student had its perks. For one thing you didn’t have “real” homework like other classes and you could spend majority of your time creating something new. In other cases, being an art student was dreadful, and today proved that to be true.

Walking into class and setting your bag down, you sit at your easel and scroll on your phone as your professor waits for other students to trickle in before he takes attendance. The sound of a chair scooting can be heard as your professor makes his presence known and calls role. He finishes and places his clipboard down, clapping his hands together with enthusiasm.

“Good morning guys! First things first, I just wanted to say you all did a great job at critique this past Tuesday. I was very impressed with the outcome of all your pieces. Now for those of you who have checked the class schedule, you’ll know we have our Portrait 1 assignment due at the end of next week. I’ll give further instructions and we’ll go ahead and get started on those today.” He grabs a stack of papers, assuming to be said detailed instructions for your next assignment. As soon as he hands you a copy, you skim through the premise of what you’re going to be doing.

Portrait 1 Assignment

1. Pick a subject you will be referencing to for your portrait. (No you cannot use a reference online. It has to be someone you can poke).

2. Arrange a time outside of class to meet with your subject to begin your sketch.

3. Pick a feature of your subject to enhance in your final drawing. You can add color, darken line weight or distort the feature you chose, but the rest of the portrait should be in the style of a sketch.

This drawing should be done on an 18x24 sheet of paper from your sketchbook and no smaller.

You internally cringe at the thought of having to snatch someone from campus to sit with you for hours just so you can draw them. You instantly begin to think of people you know who you can draw. You take your phone out and begin typing up a message to a friend of yours, asking when they’re free. Much to your dismay, they inform you that they have work directly after class all this week and won’t be able to help. You understand, but now you’ve got yourself stuck and you absolutely refuse to ask a stranger. For the remainder of the period, all you can do is mindlessly write a list of names and the pros and cons of their potential availability.

* * *

Sitting in the living room after getting back to the dorms, you rest after having no success trying to recruit anyone to be your reference. The dorms are practically empty as everyone is out doing something. Working, training, shopping. Everything you don’t do. Essentially losing hope for the day, you resort to lounging on the couch. Cozy pajamas nearly lulling you to sleep. However before you can slip into the best nap of your life, clanging from the kitchen startles you awake. Whispered curses soon follow, ultimately giving away who caused the noise. Getting up from your oh so comfy spot, you make your way to the kitchen to investigate. Peeking a head in the doorway, you see a rather frazzled Bakugou picking up pots and pans that had fallen to the floor.

Looking at his bent form, you speak up. “You aight?” He picks up the last pot and places it on the counter before responding, fully facing you.

“I’m good. My bad if I woke you.” You give a shrug and lean your hip on the doorframe, arms crossed over your chest.

“Nah you’re fine. Wasn’t fully knocked out anyway. What were you doing in here?”

“Reorganizing. For whatever reason, idiots around here can’t understand that stacking dishes causes shit to fall. Just proved my point too.” His eyes fall on the various pans on the counter he was in the process of arranging. You give a chuckle and move to help put them away.

“Say it louder for the people in the back.”

“Yeah well apparently they ‘don’t respond well to yelling.’ Whatever the fuck that means.” He nags as you both place each dish in their respective places.

“Gotta give em a glare or side eye to get the message across,” you joke.

“Shit only goes so far. But if looks could kill everybody here would be on their deathbed.”

“Jesus man, gruesome much?” You let out a heartier chuckle, actually entertained by his empty threats.

“S’called being self-aware.” He leans against the now empty counter and folds his arms across his chest. A silly thought crosses your mind. A glimpse of hope even. You decide to pursue it.

“Speaking of looks,” you start off tentatively, “I could really use yours if you’ll let me.”

He gives you a half-curious look, left eyebrow slightly raised as he side eyes you. “The hell’s that mean?”

You’re not sure whether it’s the desperation talking or the fact that you’re half asleep, but you immediately hit him with your dilemma.

“Well… can I draw you?” It seems like minutes that go by before he responds with a sharp click of his tongue.

“Lay off the drugs huh? Shit’s got you talkin outta your ass.”

“Bakugou please! I need a reference for an assignment and I’d really appreciate if you’d let me draw you. It won’t take long I swear I’m fast!” Your hands are clasped together as you ask for his cooperation.

“The hell’d you wanna draw me for? Plenty other people you could ask.”

You don’t have it in your heart to mention nobody else was available to help you. It’d be like blatantly telling him he was the last option and you don’t want to potentially upset him by saying that. It’s not necessarily true either, you just didn’t think he would be up for it in the first place so you didn’t want to bother him. He was your saving grace really, never the last option.

“Well you’ve got great eyes. And perfect eyebrows too. So it’s kinda hard not to want to draw you. But seriously, if you’ll let me, I’ll do my very best to capture the best parts of you. Please?” If you hadn’t known any better, you could’ve sworn you saw his hands clutch the counter in a death grip. He’s quiet for a moment. Two moments. Then he shakes his head in disbelief and his eyes sweep to look at anything else but you.

“Fine. Just don’t make me look like shit got me?” A light look of embarrassment covers his face. It’s endearing.

“I promise.” You smile a wide grin, relief relaxing your shoulders. “You mind if we get started tonight? I’m kinda behind as it is.”

He gives a nod and a hum in response. You tell him to stay put as you grab your sketchbook. He takes a seat on the couch and watches the slow sunset. It’s golden hour and the living room is filled with warm oranges and yellows as the sun is close to calling it a day. You come back, supplies in hand and before you can put your things down, you catch Bakugou as he gazes out of the window, the setting sun casting onto his face. With his hand propped under his chin, he looks ethereal. His red eyes now a vermilion as the rays reflect on them. It highlights his jawline, casting shadows that make the edges prominent. His hair aglow in the light, tufts of blonde now appearing marigold. You don’t realize how silly you must look staring at him until his eyes flicker to your frozen form. His gravelly voice pulling you out of your thoughts.

“Got your stuff?” He doesn’t move from his spot as he asks. You gather your bearings and nod.

“Yeah uh I got everything I need. We can start now if you’re ready?” You walk over to the couch where he sits, setting up your easel right in front of him.

“Mmh go ahead. Is there a certain way you wanna do this or?”

“No no what you’re doing now is fine. It’s actually better if you’re comfortable. We might be here a while, but let me know when you need a break.” He gives a nod of approval and you’re off, hands sketching and eyes darting back and forth between easel and subject. Soft scratching noises from graphite on paper filled the silence. By this point you were detailing the features of his hand holding up his face. Neat nail beds and cleanly trimmed. Bruised and scarred knuckles from countless hours of training. A strong neck that connected to an even stronger jaw, probably chiseled by the gods themselves.

You’d be lying to yourself if you thought drawing him would be a chore. It was actually enjoyable. There was no need for trivial conversation. Just you sitting there, drawing him as he let you. Him trusting you to capture his very being with only a pencil. It was a beautiful experience and you couldn’t be more grateful that you both were a part of it.

[rafedaddy01]

Drew smut based on the song I can see you by Taylor Swift 🥵

A/n: uhhhh I absolutely love this idea!!!!

You and drew have been cast mates for a few months now and occasionally you’d catch the way he’d look at you when you’d rehearse lines or when the cast would go out for dinner, the way he watched your lips move when you’d engage in simple conversation or the way you’d push a strand of hair behind your ear giving him a better view of your pretty face. He thinks you don’t notice the way he stared at you, but you do. You felt the same way but didn’t want to ruin the professional relationship between you, occasionally teasing him you’d brush your hand past his crotch or grip his bicep when he said something funny, sometimes even finding way to the back of his neck and playing with the little hairs, or placing a hand on his thigh for a better ‘grip’ when reaching over him for something.

One night it was just you and drew in his apartment when everybody else left and you stayed to help him clean. You both knew you couldn’t be anything but friends because it would ruin the dynamic of the group, but what if nobody knew? “Here let me help with that” you said taking the trash bag out of his hand, fingers grazing the top of his hand softly making his insides turn with excitement. “Thanks” he cleared his throat as he gathered himself together and went to clear the beer bottles laying around furniture. “Thanks for staying and helping, I appreciate it” he said shooting you a smile. “Of course” you said genuinely turning around and running into his firm, toned chest causing a shy giggle to leave your lips “oh-sorry” you said looking up into his blue eyes. You both stared at each other before you threw the trash bag on the ground and cupped his face pulling him in for a kiss. It was like all time slowed down, everything around you both blurred like it was just you two, just both of you in the moment and all the thoughts of how this was wrong slipped past your mind. “Y/n..” he huffed pulling away from the kiss. “Come on drew. Don’t tell me you don’t wanna do this, I see the way you look at me” you said smiling at him. His eyes darted between yours before tangling his fingers in your hair and pulling you closer to him. Your hands wrapped around his neck as he lifted your body around his torso, hands gripping your ass and squeezing causing a moan to slip in between each others lips. He walked you both into his room and placed you on the bed never breaking the kiss. You tugged at his shirt instructing him to remove it. He pulled away for a split second to remove it and found his way back to your swollen lips.

“Mmm” you moaned into the kiss as his hands roamed your body, slipping under your shirt and palming your breasts. “Take it off” you said and he pulled your shirt over your head and unclasped your bra. He watched as your boobs bounced and he groaned. Your hands reached for his pants and pulled his zipper down, tugging at the denim material and pulling his boxers down with them. He unbuttoned your shorts and shimmied them off you leaving you in your red, lacey panties. “Your so perfect” he said eyeing your body up and down before placing soft kisses on your stomach and down to your sensitive area. “Drew… please touch me” you whimpered. His eyes peered into yours has he bent down to your cunt and removed your panties, never breaking contact. His tongue slid thru your wet folds making you hiss at the feeling. He attached his mouth around your swollen bud and sucked harshly as he moaned against your cunt. “Fuck!” You threw your head back in pleasure, legs closing in on his head. With one hand he pressed them open and took his middle finger to your dripping hole and teased it before slipping it deep inside. You gripped his hair and pushed his head further into you. “Right there. Oh god! Don’t stop” you cried out as he pumped you full and sucked harshly. “I’m-im gunna-“ you said before falling back against his cool sheets and releasing your juices onto his face. He licked up the mess before drawing his finger out and sucking it clean.

You pulled him up to your lips and pushed your tongue into his mouth, tasting yourself on his lips as he positioned himself to your entrance. He pushed the tip in and both of you groaned before he bottomed out and thrusted into you. “Fuck y/n” he groaned as he looked down at were you connected beautifully. Your soaked pussy taking him all the way in, he looked back at your scrunched up face and almost came at the sight of you. “Fuck drew, right there” you said clawing at his back. His lips found way to your neck and sucked harshly “don’t leave a hickey” you reminded him that nobody could know about this and it would have to be a secret. He removed his lips and came down to kiss you. It was messy as your tongues slipped in each others mouths and drool fell from your lips down your chin. His thrusts became sloppy but deep and you wrapped your legs around his bum pushing him closer if even possible. “Shit y/n, your squeezing me so tight, I’m gunna cum” he grunted. You both came down from your highs and he laid down next to you catching his breath. “Well that happened” you said giggling “yeah” he huffed and chuckled.

[volturiprincess]

im on my period and i feel like dying amd throwing up

please the romanians(separate) hc for reader who is on her period

I know this overdue but I hope this helps dear🫶🏼

Vladimir:

You have told him about your monthly cycle 

You told him a basic understanding of what you go through and what happens 

“What?” (cue in his accent)

But when your symptoms are worse than ever he is so lost 

He’s panicking 

One minute you are all fine and then suddenly you are crying over a craving you want but there is no more of it at home 

You getting more irritated with him and he is just like “My love what did I do, I am trying to help you but cut me some slack please”

When you moved in with him and Stefan you didn't think about bringing your basic essentials like your heating bad or painkiller 

You told Vladimir about this and he right away instructed you to take a long warm  shower while he took care of some stuff

When you got out of the shower all refreshed you noticed on the bed was a cute lion heating pad with some of your favorite snacks but to top it off your craving of a meal on a wooden single table making your mouth water instantly 

Instant waterfall of tears 

He cuddles with you while you enjoy your meal and snacks 

Stefan:

In the past your cramps have not been bad, your hormones were manageable but this month was a different story 

You felt like you for sure going to die from pain 

Stefan was a bit confused because he has never seen you like this 

“W-we could go on a walk? I heard that helps and those ads on your tv always shows how they are active and stuff”

“STEFAN! Does it look like i'm able to walk, those ads are so false”

‘Oh….”

You are suffering in bed and he suddenly disappears 

He returns and carrying you bridal style to the nearby bathroom where there is already steam being caused by the awaiting shower

‘Take as long as you want”

After like an hour in the shower you get out and see him there with a a whole mountain of products, from pads to tampons to even the cups 

“I was not sure what you usually like so I got you everything”

You wrapped your arms around him and sobbed onto him

“Your to much Stefan”

He gives you some water with your painkillers 

Once you are set he takes you to the sunroom where he has set up a projector with its screen (so advance wow) playing your favorite movie playing 

But to top it off he moved the couches together and there a piles of blankets and pillows with of course with an inappropriate amount of snacks and heating pads of all sizes and shapes 

Such a sweetheart 

[perfectsunlight]

[𝟎𝟗] 𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐬

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐥𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭, 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬: 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋

𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 | 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭

the courtroom was silent, the weight of your words hanging in the air. the judge leaned forward, his gaze intense. “a family?” he repeated, his tone incredulous.

you nodded, your eyes filled with a mixture of pain and resolve. “yes, a family. yujin told me she wanted to have children with wonyoung. that was the breaking point for me. i couldn’t stand by and watch her build a future with someone else while keeping me in the shadows.”

wonyoung’s face contorted in a mix of shock and anger. she had no idea how deep the betrayal ran.

the prosecutor stepped forward, his expression serious. “and how did you respond to this revelation?”

“i told her it was over,” you replied, your voice steady. “i couldn’t keep living a lie. i couldn’t keep pretending everything was fine when it was tearing me apart inside. i told yujin she had to choose—me or wonyoung.”

“and what was her response?” the prosecutor pressed. from the corner of your eye, you saw wonyoung gripping the edge of her skirt tightly. “she begged for more time,” you said, a bitter edge to your voice. “she always begged for more time. but i knew it was just an excuse. she never intended to choose.”

the judge nodded, his expression thoughtful. “thank you for your testimony.”

you stepped down from the stand, feeling a strange sense of relief. the truth was out, and there was no turning back now.

as you took your seat, the next witness was called: inez. she walked to the stand, her posture confident. she glanced at you, offering a small, reassuring smile before turning her attention to the courtroom.

“please state your name for the record,” the judge instructed. “inez im,” she replied, her voice clear and steady.

“ms. im, can you tell us about your relationship with y/n and what you know about her involvement with ms. ahn?” the prosecutor asked.

inez took a deep breath, glancing at you once more before speaking. “y/n and i have been best friends for years. i’ve seen firsthand how much pain this whole situation has caused her. i was there when she found out about yujin cheating in high school, and i supported her through it every moment after that. i also witnessed some of the secret meetings and conversations between y/n and yujin.”

“can you elaborate on these meetings?” he asked, reading off a few notes from his clipboard. “specifically, any most recent ones.”

—

the argument erupted in the confines of your apartment, a space that had once been a sanctuary for both of you. now, it felt like a battleground. you and yujin were standing in the middle of the living room, the tension between you palpable.

inez was present, seated on the edge of the couch, her expression a mix of concern and discomfort as she watched the argument unfold. the room felt small and suffocating, the walls seeming to close in on you as emotions reached their boiling point.

she was originally only coming to pick something up from your place, but to her surprise, she found you two arguing. again. 

“i can’t keep doing this, yujin!” you shouted, the words escaping with a sharp edge of frustration. “i’m so tired of being your secret. you’re still with wonyoung, and it’s killing me!”

yujin’s face was a mask of distress, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “you don’t understand. i’m trying to figure things out. it’s not that simple.”

“no, it is simple!” you retorted, pacing back and forth. “you’re married to her, and you keep saying you’ll leave her, but you don’t. you keep stringing me along while you live this double life. it’s not fair!”

inez shifted uncomfortably on the couch, clearly torn between wanting to intervene and respecting your need to handle this alone. she looked at yujin, her gaze filled with sympathy but also frustration.

“every time we meet, it’s like we’re back to square one,” you continued, your voice cracking. “you keep promising that things will change, but nothing ever does. how long are you going to keep me waiting?”

yujin tried to reach out to you, her hands trembling as she took a step closer. “i love you, y/n. i do. but i need more time to sort things out. it’s complicated.”

“complicated?” you repeated bitterly. “it’s been complicated for months. i’ve been patient, but i can’t do it anymore. i need you to be honest with me. either you’re with me or you’re not. stop making me the fallback option.”

inez stood up, unable to stay silent any longer. “yujin, you need to make a choice. this isn’t fair to y/n or to wonyoung. you’re hurting everyone involved.”

yujin’s shoulders sagged, and she looked down at the floor, her voice barely above a whisper. “i’m sorry. i know i’ve made mistakes, but i don’t know how to fix this.”

you felt a pang of sorrow as you looked at yujin. despite the anger and hurt, there was still a part of you that wanted to believe in the love you once shared. but the pain of being constantly sidelined was too much to bear.

“i need to take care of myself now,” you said firmly, your voice filled with resolution. “i’m done being your secret. i’m done with the lies and the waiting.”

the silence that followed was heavy and charged, each of you processing the weight of the conversation. as you turned away, trying to distance yourself from the pain, inez reached out, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder.

“i’m here for you,” she said softly, her presence a small but steady anchor amid the storm of emotions. “no matter what happens.”

—

the sky was a dusky gray, and the parking lot of wonyoung's law firm was almost empty, save for a few scattered cars. inez drove you there, her concern evident as she parked the car and turned to face you.

“are you sure about this?” she asked, her voice tinged with worry.

you nodded, your hands gripping the handle of the door. “i need to do this. i need to confront her.”

inez sighed and gave you a reassuring pat on the shoulder before you stepped out of the car. the cool evening air hit you as you approached the entrance to the parking lot. the firm’s tall glass building loomed in the background, its modern architecture contrasting sharply with the growing tension inside you.

you spotted wonyoung’s car near the back of the lot, and as you neared it, you saw her walking towards it, her face tired from a long day at work. you gathered your courage and approached her.

“wonyoung!” you called out, trying to keep your voice steady despite the knot in your stomach.

she turned around, surprise evident in her expression. “y/n? what are you doing here?”

“i need to talk to you,” you said firmly, walking closer. “it’s important.”

wonyoung hesitated for a moment, her gaze flicking between you and her car. “i don’t think this is the right time.”

“it can’t wait,” you insisted. “i need you to hear me out. it’s about yujin.”

her expression shifted from surprise to confusion. and for a fleeting moment, wonyoung could feel the dread pooling in her stomach. you asking her to talk about yujin could only mean one thing.

and it was something she had feared from the moment she started dating her back in high school. 

“it’s you, isn’t it?” she whispered, staring straight into your eyes. “it’s you who she’s been seeing behind my back.”

and all you could do was nod, silently acknowledging that the other woman had her suspicions all along. after all, she was a lawyer, there was no hiding anything from her.

“yes. it’s me. it’s been me for years.”

—

the courtroom was silent as wonyoung took the stand, her expression a mix of steely determination and underlying hurt. she walked with a deliberate grace, her professional demeanor masking the emotional turmoil beneath.

“please state your name for the record,” the judge instructed.

“ahn wonyoung,” she replied, her voice clear and composed. “soon to be just jang wonyoung.” 

“ms. ahn, can you please describe your relationship with ms. y/n and ms. yujin?” the prosecutor asked, looking at her intently.

wonyoung took a deep breath before responding. “yujin and i were married for several years. our relationship was public, and we were seen as some form of power couple in the media. y/n and yujin’s relationship, however, was kept hidden from the public eye. i knew they dated in high school, but yujin had made it clear they broke up before we even started dating.”

“can you explain how you came to learn about yujin’s infidelity?” 

wonyoung’s eyes flickered with a mix of anger and sorrow. “i first heard rumors about yujin’s infidelity a few months before we decided to get a divorce. i dismissed them at first, but then i began noticing discrepancies—she was often distant, and her excuses for being away were vague and unconvincing. when i confronted her, she always assured me that everything was fine and that the rumors were just that—rumors.”

“did you have any direct evidence of this infidelity before y/n’s confrontation?” 

wonyoung hesitated, her gaze dropping to her hands. “not until y/n approached me. i was completely blindsided by her visit. when she told me about her secret relationship with yujin, it was like a sudden, painful awakening. i had seen yujin’s behavior change, but i didn’t have concrete proof until that moment.”

the prosecutor nodded and continued, moving his glasses up onto the bridge of his nose. “what was your reaction to learning about the affair?” he asked gently, understanding how sensitive this topic was, but still needing to know answers.

“i was devastated,” wonyoung whispered, her voice trembling slightly. “i felt betrayed and humiliated. to find out that yujin had been living a double life, professing love to both of us, was unbearable. it shattered everything i thought i knew about our marriage and her commitment to me.”

“and what led to your decision to file for divorce?” 

—

wonyoung paced back and forth, her heels clicking sharply on the marble floor. yujin sat on the edge of the couch, her face pale and her hands clenched tightly together. the anger in wonyoung’s eyes was unmistakable, her usual composure replaced by a storm of raw emotion.

“yujin, i’ve had enough!” wonyoung’s voice cut through the silence like a knife. “how could you do this to me? how could you betray me like this?”

yujin tried to speak, but the words caught in her throat as wonyoung’s fury mounted. wonyoung grabbed a nearby vase and hurled it against the wall, the porcelain shattering into a thousand pieces. the sound was deafening, and yujin flinched, her eyes wide with shock.

“you’ve been lying to me for months!” wonyoung continued, her voice rising. “every excuse, every late night, every ‘business trip’—they were all lies! you’ve been living a double life, yujin!”

wonyoung’s hands trembled as she picked up a picture frame from the coffee table, where a photo of her and yujin from happier times was framed. she threw it with all her might, and the glass shattered, sending fragments across the floor. yujin’s face turned ashen, and she stood up abruptly, trying to approach wonyoung.

“stop! just stop!” yujin pleaded, her voice cracking. “i never meant to hurt you. i’m sorry!”

but jang wonyoung was relentless. there was nothing like a mad woman on a mission to find the truth.

she picked up a stack of magazines, filled with photos of their public appearances, and tossed them across the room. “sorry? that’s it? you think saying sorry will make everything okay? you think that erases the fact that you’ve been seeing someone else behind my back?”

tears streamed down wonyoung’s face as she continued to rage. the room was filled with the sounds of her anger and the crashing of objects, each one a physical manifestation of the emotional wreckage she felt.

“i want you out,” the businesswoman finally shouted, her voice breaking. “i want you out of my life, out of my home. i don’t want to see you again.”

yujin’s shoulders slumped, her face full of despair. “wonyoung, please, let me explain. i—”

“no!” wonyoung interrupted, her voice resolute. “there’s nothing left to say. you’ve made your choice. now leave.”

—

her expression hardened, memories of that night you stopped her in the parking lot came flooding back to her mind. “once i had the confirmation from y/n and saw the undeniable evidence of yujin’s betrayal, i knew i couldn’t continue in a marriage built on deceit. i needed to protect myself and reclaim my own sense of dignity. the divorce was a necessary step to move on from the pain yujin had caused.”

the courtroom remained silent as wonyoung’s testimony concluded. as she left the stand, her face was a mask of composure, but her eyes betrayed the silent struggle she had endured. yujin held her face in her hands, feeling her world come crumbling down in massive pieces.

the impact of her testimony was palpable and set the stage for the final proceedings in the courtroom.

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CLOSED.

[hyunjinsbelovedamericano]

Sorry

Felix x reader

Non-idol au

Angstyy with a happy ending, mentions of blood,Reader faints,

Not proof read so sorry for any mistakes

You and felix have been in a relationship for years now,one day he decided to shoot his shot and asked you out.Of course you said yes,because you also were crushing on him a bit(maybe more than that).Your relationship with Felix was so healthy you and him would all ways been seen together,your relationship was adored and loved by many.You guys were just perfect for eachother!

So where it went wrong,everything was perfect,what happened?Suddenly felix just stop talking to you,you barely even held hands.He wouldn't even look at you!You were so confused,did you do something?Did you say something?It carried on like this for weeks,him ignoring at you,no interactions between you two.One day you woke up and your head was pounding,you could barely even walk straight.You stumbled over to bathroom to go brush your teeth,looking in the mirror above the sink.You looked awful,your hair was messy,eyes bloodshot from crying,your eyes and cheeks puffy.When did it get this bad?Your hands shaked as you reached for your toothbrush,trying to stabilise yourself by holding onto the bathroom counter.Why was this happening?

The pounding in your head worsened as you continued your day,you were worried,you should let someone know about this.The first person that came to your mind was felix,you told him everything.From your memories to your trauma,but...with the way he's acting would he even care?You decide to give it a try,walking to the room he was in.He has his headset on and his eyes were glued to the PC.A few curse words flew from his mouth,you were used to this that's what usually happens when he gets frustrated during a game.

"felix?"

you softly muttered walking closer to him his eyes stayed on the screen

"Felix?"

You tried again

"I'm busy"

He replied no emotion lacing his voice.

"It's kind of important"

You said trying to reason with him,he still payed no attention to you.

"Feli-",

"DIDN'T YOU HEAR WHAT I SAID,IM BUSY GO AWAY"

Felix suddenly snapped,the yelling making your head pain causing you to wince."o-okay I'm sorry"you stuttered weakly,returning to your bed.

You layed on your side and pulled the blanket to your neck,tears rolled down the side of your face.Why was he doing this to you?Does he hate you now?Negative thoughts rushed through your head,scaring you even more,what was going on with him?was this your fault?.A week passed after felix snapped at you,that moment stained your mind.He yelled at you,he shouted at you,he screamed at you.You and felix never really had fights,and when you did yelling was never involved.This was new to you,you've only heard felix yell when frustrated,Never to your face.

To make everything worse your migraine hurt even more,you tried calling a doctor,he said to avoid loud noises and to drink more water.You followed his instructions but it still remained in your head.You got up from taking a nap,you decided it's a good idea to drink some water so you walked to the kitchen sink.As you walked your vision began to become slightly blurry making you stumble a bit.You held onto a wall in attempt to feel better,but you kept walking.Once you arrived in the kitchen you grabbed a glass and filled it with cold water,once enough water was in the cup you raised it to your lips.All of a sudden,your heart started beating faster and you started to feel dizzy.A loud ringing noise filled your ears as your vision became blurry.Before you knew it you were falling onto the ground glass coming down with you and shattering everywhere.All you heard were felix's screams and everything went black.

Felix opened the door after having a nice hangout with his friends he didn't even notice that he didn't tell you where he was going.You must've been worried since he left pretty early and its now night.Why was he like his?You didn't do anything wrong?Why was he so mad at you all the time?Realisation hit him like a train as he noticed how poorly he's been treating you,unexpectedly a loud shatter came from the kitchen causing him to snap out of his thoughts and rush to the room.

A loud scream shot out of his mouth as he saw you laying on the floor with a pool of blood around your head and glass right by it.He instantly ran up to you and checked your pulse a wave of relif going through his body as he felt that your heart was still beating.He grabbed his phone and dialed the ablumance.

"help...please"

he cried out,tears uncontrollably running down his face"what can I help you with","my-my partner, they-they"he spluttered trying to catch his breath, he was starting to hyperventilate.

"It's okay take your time"

the lady from the other side of the phone said trying to comfort him.

"Blood-theres blood everywhere"

Felix managed to get out, while one call with the lady he grabbed a thick piece of tissue and placed it on the back of your head trying to prevent the blood from spilling out.

"can you tell me where the bloods coming from?"

"Uh-its uh coming from their head"

He replied his voice trembling

"Help is on the way okay? Try and stay calm, can you do that for me?"

"Yeah-um i..i don't know"

Felix stuttered, still breathing quickly.About five minutes later,felix hears sirens around his house,this made him sit up and picking you up bridal style still having something to cover your head. He opened the door with some struggle since his hands were occupied with holding you. The ambulance noticed him immediately and the paramedics walked to him one rolling a streatcher on the floor, they layed you down on the stretcher and rolled you into the back of the ambulance. The paramedic with nothing in their hands walked to felix

"Sir we are going to have to ask you some questions, you're not in any trouble we just want to know what happened"

Felix nodded in response still shooken up from what just happened.

"So im going to have to ask you to get into the ambulance with us okay? "

Felix agreed, he was happy with this idea. He would be able to see if you're doing well on the way to the hospital.Felix got in the back and held your limp hand. How could he let this happen? This was all his fault. Once at the hospital, he was pulled into a separate room with one of the paramedics.

"How did you find them like this? "

"I don't know I just.. saw them there"

Felix said his leg shaking rapidly under the table.

"Were there any weapons around them? "

"Um there was shattered glass but a bit of it was in their hand"

"Interesting... "

The paramedic took note of this in a book,he asked Felix a bit more questions and connected the dots.

'So, if you are telling the truth,they seemed to have fainted and fell backwards with glass in their hand, they blood came from the fall and not the glass"

"Why would they have fainted though..?"

Felix muttered but the thought back to when he yelled at you, you looked sick, you looked unwell. How did he not notice that? He was so stupid!

"Sir?"

"Oh,um sorry, yes?"

"You can leave now,visiting hours end at 22:30"

"Oh okay thank you"

Felix got up from his chair and practically sprinted to your room. He opened the door to see you on the hospital bed, his heart broke.You looked to weak, he sat on one of the chairs by your bed.

"Felix"

Felix looked around to see who was whispering his name

"Felix"

He turned his head and looked at you, was the sound coming from you?

"Felix"

Your weak voice said, making felix's eyes slightly widen. You were awake?

"Oh my god baby I'm so sorry I didn't-"

Felix rambled on and on and tears started to form in his eyes

"Felix"

You said again causing him to stop talking

"It's okay"

He opened his mouth to protest but you sushed him.

"I'm so sorry baby, I really mean it. "

"I know"

He sighs and looks down then looks back up at you

"Is it okay if I kiss you?"

"It would be a good start to making up for your behavior"

Felix smiled as he went in to kiss you

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That was my one of my first fanfics please if you like it let me know,and PLEASE GIVE ME REQUESTS my rules are on my master lists PLEASE🙏

[uniquetosmbody]

Howdy i love your art and i was curious what are the characters roles in you recent zosan au. Sanji and nami are dancers, zoro some important client of some kind, but like who are ace and luffy in this

I imagine this au like this:

The reference (base of the story) was a very famous TV series (magnificent century), so if you know it, you can immediately understand a lot:

Sanji, Nami, Vivi and others are dancers, concubines in the possession of an influential person (I do not know who from the characters lol)

Crocodile is their mentor, gives instructions, and hires all concubines. Everything goes by his order

Zoro is an influential traveler, a bounty hunter. He came to visit a friend (?) or just an honorable person.

Luffy and Ace are ones of the many employees of this house. Cleaning, laundry, training, guards, hunting, etc is their job.

I don't think I'm going to continue this au (I actually created it for fun and didn't think there would be anything further than the first couple arts)

But for the sake of just expanding a lil bit the universe of this au:

1. I wanted to add Usopp as Sanji's best friend. He with Nami and Vivi could dissuade /insist on continuing the relationship with Zoro/ Ace

2. Among the readers' ideas, I liked that Crocodile has feelings for Sanji. (He may be hiding it, but he is secretly jealous Sanji to any guest he need to spend time with)

3. I'm sure Sanji is not the only guy among the dancers. Who are the others? Maybe you can find out in the future.

4. The seed for the next chapter: Hiyori is waiting for Zoro around the corner, and when she encounters him "accidentally" asks to take her to the concubines' room. Zoro agrees to let the situation with Sanji out of his head, but he can't do it. Along the way, he doesn't even listen to the conversation. They run into Sanji at the door. Hiyori does not miss the chance to openly flirt with Zoro in front of Sanji. Sanji immediately runs into the room, being in shock.

5. Double jealousy? Perhaps... hehe

6. From the very beginning, I wanted to add Doflamingo, Law and other characters, but they need suitable roles. So far, I have neither ideas nor the desire to add them.

So that's how it is~

Thank you so much for the support🫶 I really appreciate it

maybe one day I’ll continue this au, but I need time for plot cause atm it doesn’t have it 😂

That’s the most recent part of the dancer au im talking about, in case someone doesn’t know what I’m talking about, there’s also a link in it to other parts 🫂

[just-some-guy-joust]

im stubborn and i like talking here's the reasons i put every character i did in side a into the tourney. I'll do side b later cause i gotta go to bed soon

important first note, quite a few of my decisions were because i was trying to get women in here and it was getting desperate because i had to cut out a lot of women for only being "just some guy" because they were written by a misogynist that made her sit on the sidelines and cheer for the male leads. The Woman Situation Is Always So Fucking Dire.

anyways on to the actual contestants im gonna start with the characters that have been causing the most people to start up shit about them not being just some guy

barry bluejeans (taz balance): 2 submissions, personal bias. i think a lot of people are misunderstanding what this tournament is tbh. this isnt about the "normal" characters, tho normalcy does play a factor in it. this is about dudes who are just some guy. there is a difference. barry is a dnd npc who wears blue jeans in a fantasy world and he loves his wife. yes he is a lich. yes he is involved in the main plot. he's also just chillin. like if the plot didn't happen the way it did barry would be playing sudoku or crosswords. he'd be an average man in a very fantasy world. he is so average and human its funny. he is just some guy

tommy (hlvrai): 1 submission, personal bias. his just some guy energy is so there. he gets a propeller hat that does nothing when all of his crew is getting cool guns and upgrades. his life goal is to go home and take his dog for a walk. he gets a chuck e cheese birthday party. he sounds like he's going to burst into tears at any moment. compared to the rest of the crew, tommy is comedically just some guy

ulala (persona 2): 1 submission, description swayed me. it described the list of characters in persona 2 and ulala was just "your roommate that wanted to go to a party". that's hilarious. also i was getting fucking desperate for women that didn't suck ass as i stated above

apollo (ace attorney): 2 submissions, personal bias, descriptions swayed me. yall the submissions for him were so fucking funny. he's just a lawyer. he just wants to do his job but he lives in the ace attorney universe so everything is fucked all the time. he would've been a normal lawyer if he hadn't met phoenix wright. he's just chillin.

ok now here's every other character

sasha james (tma): 1 submission, friend bias, good description. i asked r if i should put her in because they know tma and they said yes. submission described her as loving to organize and avoided many monsters by being just some guy.

reigen arataka (mp100): 2 submissions. i thought it'd be funny and i was right. he is also just a normal man pretending he's not and he refuses to give up the bit he 100% deserves to be here

joy (underworld office): 1 submission, friend bias. the mc is going through wild ghost related problems and she's just going . hey man. you good??? r's sister submitted her and im not letting her down dude she's awesome

junpei (zero escape): 3 submissions, personal bias. he is literally the only character who has no connection to the larger mystery he's just there because he loves 1 girl. he's PAINFULLY and VITALLY just a dude. i need him

horse (centaurworld): 1 submission. i thought it'd be really funny to include just a horse. her name is horse. thats fucking awesome dude

phone guy (fnaf): 2 submissions. he was the only character from fnaf that got more than 1 submission and there were like 9 fnaf submissions i kinda felt bad tbh. he was also the best example of just some guy out of all the fnaf submissions

gordon freeman (hlvrai): 1 submission. he is a guy playing a video game. he is the straight man to the rest of the crews antics and by god he plays his role well

joshua gillespie (tma): 4 submissions, friend bias, hilarious descriptions. he avoids getting killed because he's so good at following instructions despite him clearly supposed to be dying here. they said don't open the coffin so he didn't. simply don't tuesday

namari (dungeon meshi): 1 submission, personal bias. i like her c: she's pretty level headed compared to like. everyone else in laios's crew. she seems like somebody i could just be friends with and hang out with

shez (fire emblem): 3 submissions, hilarious descriptions. i might try getting into fire emblem because of this. ok so they got murdered in a previous game off screen and now they're the playable character of a new game in a new timeline and they're fucking everything up because they're just supposed to be some guy? thats so fucking funny holy shit i want to know more

henry stickmin (henry stickmin): 1 submission. henry stickmin. like idk i dont feel like i gotta explain this one he's a stickman

stanley (tsp): guaranteed entry

whole (chonny jash): 1 submission, friend bias. tbh i saw him and went oh fuck yeah thats the thing my friends like and then i put him in there. i dont actually know enough about chonny jash to say anything on this but i fully trust the submitter knew what they were doing

larry (pokemon): guaranteed entry

luke carder (inscryption): 1 submission, friend bias, good description. he is just a normal youtuber in the lore of the game. he fucking love card game. good for him man good for him

leorio (hxh): 3 submissions, friend bias, good descriptions. idk a lot about hxh but the descriptions of him compared to the other main characters was pretty convincing

barry the quokka (sonic): guaranteed entry

april o'neil (tmnt): 1 submission, friend bias. absolutely normal girl that just happens to be the one that found the turtles and become their friend

tsuzuru (a3!): 3 submissions, friend bias. descriptions definitely made him feel like a good fit. he's so good at being just some guy i actually thought he was a different character and was shocked when i went to grab images for the tourney and he wasnt the guy i thought he was. which is really funny. like who the fuck is he then. this didn't change my opinion or anything it was just so good

matt (woe.begone): 1 submission. woe.begone fans have ALWAYS been kind to me so they got some mod bias sprinkled in. i dont know what this guys deal is but in the dbtn tourney the guy who got in there had a giant fucking list of things that are happening to him all the time and apparently thats just what woe.begone is like so i believe it when told matt is normal in comparison. everything else is so batshit wild I Just Believe You

gilear (fantasy high): 2 submissions. he seems to be just a dad. wasn't going to get in at first tbh just for personal reasons but i was running out of characters that i felt actually fit the tournament well so ultimately he got in

emmet (lego movie): 4 submissions. honestly with the number of submissions we got, 4 submissions was basically a guaranteed entry. and emmet's whole story is about being just some guy

stahl (fire emblem): 1 submission, hilarious description. fire emblem fans are so funny. what do you mean he can only be perfectly average because everyone else improves/gets worse with him to keep him perfectly average. what the fuck. thats so good

doug (wolf359): 2 entries. i dont know jack shit about wolf359 and honestly the submissions didn't tell me a lot but it was enough to figure he qualifies and i was running out of characters that felt good for the tourney. i trust you wolf359 fans

jack townsend (tales from the gas station): 1 submission, good description. he works at an evil gas station and the description gave me no follow up on what an evil gas station is which is awesome. apparently the horrors are constantly happening and he's just kinda staring at them. he's not paid enough for this

frisk (undertale): guaranteed entry

brian pasternack (yuppie psycho): 1 submission. im gonna be super honest with you here. i dont remember. i know he qualifies but i have 0 thoughts about him. maybe thats a good thing in this tourney. he's an average office worker who has now been tasked with killing The Witch.

trevor (american arcadia): 4 submissions, personal bias, good descriptions. dude i fucking love american arcadia it's so fucking good what a nightmare. he's so normal they were going to kill him for not being entertaining enough

[kaalionpahaa]

sewing machine rant because im mad as hell. fucking singer man. my mom got me a new shiny singer heavy duty 4423 because my old machine jammed out of nowhere and i was told fixing it would be more expensive than just getting a new one. my mom got the old one second hand like 30 years ago and it had minor issues the whole time but until it jammed it served me perfectly well enough. and more importantly when it did have minor issues most of them i could fix myself with minor effort.

enter singer, a famously well liked and respected brand. they're marketing this machine as "beginner friendly" and "easy to use" and all the research i did told me the same. now this might have been my own fault for apparently just sucking at doing research, i probably should've dug deeper or something, lesson learned i guess.

i'm not too active with sewing, i mostly work on some cosplays, and i was specifically marketed this machine to because apparently it "can handle difficult materials" and "is good for cosplayers". it worked fine for a few months, then i started getting issues with thread tension. nothing i tried with the top thread worked so the problem must be the bottom thread then. easy fix right? i sure as hell though so. i did had to check the manual cause my old machine had the bobbin on the side so this one was different than what i was used to. turns out the user manual only says "tension is adjusted correctly at the factory, you dont need to do anything". long story short i ended up adjusting it with the help of youtube and a lot of googling and it turned out fine.

now yesterday i was doing what i thought was basic maintenance on the machine, cleaning it and checking if it needs to be oiled and stuff. i took out the bobbin case and brushed away the frankly disgusting amount of lint and dust. when i was putting it back together i noticed the shuttle was hitting the needle. i took a video of it, went to the shop i bought the machine from and asked what does that mean and how can i fix it. i get told the timing is off and "this is why you shouldn't tinker with it yourself, you are causing issues". i was a bit offended ngl and said "i wasn't tinkering or trying to adjust anything, i was just cleaning out the lint and the dust". they told me sewing machines are delicate and that everything from the thread to the needle to the fucking position of the moon i guess can affect the timing and cause issues with the machine.

i went back to read the user manual cause surely there has to be something about basic maintenance right? RIGHT? like this is something my mom has drilled into me my whole life, i need to take care of a sewing machine or it will break. yea no, there is absolutely nothing on cleaning out the machine in the manual (note that i didn't even get a full manual with the machine, i had to google it myself). there is a troubleshooting page where it briefly says "clean out as advised/instructed" but nowhere does it actually advise anything. basically any issue that can't be solved with thread tension, a new needle or rethreading the machine apparently requires a professional. oh and if anyone who is not a licensed singer repairman does anything to it it's not covered by the fucking warranty.

so now i don't know if i do get it fixed by a pro do i have to pay something like 100€ because i made the mistake of thinking that i can access parts of the machine that they gave me a specific tool to access to. i also feel really fucking bad for not liking the machine cause my mom bought it for me specifically because i thought it'd be a good machine. like idgaf if i waste money on something that sucks, cause that's my own issue and my own fault but it was my parents' money.

also why did my moms old machine handle literally anything (except whatever made it jam i guess......) but i can't apparently breathe near the new one without breaking something. if i broke a needle in the old one i could just change it and continue but the singer apparently breaks from that too. any machine meant for use should be designed so it doesn't require absolute perfection to stay in working condition.

[iamawolfstarsimp]

Sup bitches im back

decided to throw out a cute lil unprompted summer fluffy fic for ya'll (cause who doesn't love those)

hope you guys' first week of 2024 has been good!

So yeah enjoy

Summer break was probably Sirius' favorite time of year. Which was funny to him because he remembered a time when he hated summer break.

Hogwarts was the first place that truly felt like home to him, so departing from that place was devastating. Ever since he had separated himself from his family and the god-awful house and spent summer break with James, it had been amazing.

He could go and do whatever he wanted in town, got three delicious meals everyday, and spent all of his time with his best friend.

It just got even better when Remus was allowed to spend summer with them as well. When Sirius first got word that Remus would on fact be spending summer with them, he anxiously waited everyday for any letter from Remus.

After what felt like forever, Mr. Potter was sent a letter and instructed to go and get Remus to bring him to the house safely. Sirius spent the whole morning waiting excitedly (which included looking out the front window every two minutes, bouncing his leg, and immediately jumping up when he heard a noise outside), much to James' amusement.

When Remus did show up, it didn't budge Sirius' newfound excitement to show Remus everything they did for fun at the Potter's. He spent the whole day dragging Remus around town showing him all the shops they went to, the mini quittitch pitch James had in his backyard, all the many rooms in the large house, introducing him to the house elves, and helping him unpack. Remus was tired but enthusiastic.

This particular evening, Sirius and James had pleaded long and hard enough to James' mum that she had let them sleep outside under the stars. Peter had brought two large sleeping bags that they would share, two in each bag and they all camped out, listening to Sirius point out all the different stars and constellations.

"-oh, and, the "star" next to the moon isn't actually a star, it's Venus." He said, folding his arms behind his head after pointing to Venus.

"Wow. How did you learn so much about astronomy?" Remus asked, probably the only on actually paying attention because he could distinctly hear Peter and James quietly giggling from their sleeping bag.

"It's one of the things mum wanted me and Regulus to know a bunch about. Partially because a lot of the black family names have to do with astronomy." Sirius shrugged.

"I think it's cool that you know so much about the stars and stuff." Remus answered quietly, sensing Sirius' embarrassment.

"Heh, thanks." Sirius smiled at him. Remus could faintly see the blush dusting Sirius' cheeks.

"Don't go shy on me now, that's my thing." Remus poked Sirius in the side. Sirius grinned and batted his hand away.

"Oh, what's this?" Remus grinned back, his grin meaning something different than Sirius' though.

"S-stohop!" Sirius giggled when Remus continued his poking, using his other hand as well.

"Be quiet, you're gonna wake up the others." Remus scolded.

"They're already awake!" Sirius kicked out, aiming for Remus' shins. Remus laughed and kicked back, poking anywhere he could reach.

Sirius rolled away but only ended up tangling himself and Remus in the sleeping bag. They both giggled as they rolled across the ground before bumping into James and Peter's bag.

James grunted. "What are you two idiots doing?"

"He's killing me!!" Sirius shouted, grappling with Remus' hands.

"He's fine!" Remus laughed along with Sirius.

Soon enough after hearing Sirius' complaint, James came crawling out of his own sleeping bag to help mess with Sirius.

"Noooo!" Sirius groaned as James crawled into the sleeping bag with the other two, smushing Sirius between Remus and himself.

Sirius was lost in his own mirth as James and Remus tormented him, not being able to cover up or protect himself wasn't helping.

Some time after James had joined them, Peter also crawled inside but mostly kept to himself and laughed at their antics.

"-stop stop stop stop, ple-hehehe-please!" Sirius had given up on trying to fight back and put all his efforts in curling into a ball.

James and Remus backed off, letting him breathe. Sirius immediately unfurled himself and attacked Remus though, digging into the werewolves' ribs. Remus yelped in alarm and burst out laughing, throwing his head back and squirming away from Sirius.

Peter and James laughed as well, joining in on playfully torturing the next victim. After a few minutes of tickling though, Remus managed to crawl out of the sleeping bag and run away from the others.

Sirius immediately hopped up chasing after him, James hot on his trail. Peter stayed where he was, watching the whole scene go down.

Remus (for once in his life) thanked his werewolf abilities which enabled him to see in the dark and run faster than the average teenage boy.

He out-ran the other two boys til they got tired and trudged back to their little camp. Too tired to actually tuck himself in, Remus plopped down on top of the other sleeping bag next to Sirius who was panting.

James was the first to speak. "I hope we spend every summer like this."

"Of course we will." Sirius nudged him. "We're marauders. We'll always stick together, no matter what."

Even though Sirius' mini speech was sappy, Remus quietly hoped that Sirius was right. He couldn't imagine summer any other way.

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