#who's proud of her!

[mappingthesky]

burning through you - part 3

it has occurred to me that i may need to title this work instead of a referring to it as a drabble for the rest of its life...i'll think on it! anyways, here's part 3!! thank you for reading :')

Day 3

Jane hadn’t slept very well. She should have been relishing in her win, and she did for a while, but some stubborn pang in her chest kept her from relaxing. There were a few minutes she genuinely thought she might be having a heart attack. The real problem, much to her surprise, was that she was not immune to having feelings.

Jane was feeling guilty. She had been eager to claim her rightful place on top, and even a tad intimidated, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that she’d truly cheated Nymphia. It wasn’t unlike Jane to be so defensive. She had been wired that way for as long as she could remember. What bothered her was that she felt she’d defended herself at the wrong person’s extent. Nymphia, as much as Jane had wanted to deny it, was deserving of credit. She was gifted, and Jane saw in Nymphia the same reverence to her craft that she prided herself on. It didn’t help that Nymphia, as far as Jane could tell, was genuinely good-hearted. She wouldn’t have felt so bad if she thought Nymphia would strategize against her in the same way, but she didn’t think she would, and with that knowledge Jane couldn’t quite justify her actions from the night before.

And so Jane found herself hesitant to face Nymphia that morning. She was worried that Nymphia might have put it together in her head, especially after Jane’s unwarranted hostility towards her mere hours before their performances. Jane wasn’t one to shy away from confrontation, anyone could tell you that, but she found herself not having the heart to go down that path with Nymphia.

Jane was then surprised when Nymphia arrived for the day as her regular, sunshine-y self. She chattered on with the girls, complimenting them, making stupid jokes in silly voices. If she had felt spurned, she was either over it or much better at hiding it than Jane ever could be.

The whole room congratulated Jane once again, which was nice, even if some did so with a bit of spite. Nymphia’s congratulations, of course, was annoyingly genuine. This was becoming a recurring theme. She clapped for Jane, smiling a real smile, her eyes bright and glittery (as per fucking usual). Jane just nodded a silent thank you. She was still mostly happy to have won, as she should have been, and wouldn’t let anyone see the sliver of her that wasn’t completely satisfied. She was grateful for Nymphia’s niceties, and in return she’d decided to give the girl as much space from her as possible.

She’d caught Jane off guard when she approached her for the first time that morning, Nymphia appearing behind her and draping her arms over Jane’s shoulders.

“The winner!” she’d sing-songed, her face coming in right next to Jane’s. “Congratulations diva, it was well deserved.”

Jane’s hands flew up to Nymphia’s for some fucking stupid reason. She suddenly couldn’t remember what she was supposed to do with them. Jane blurted out some sort of thank you as smoothly as she could manage, which was not very, and spun around to face Nymphia. The girl was practically radiating light. Jane scrambled to find the words. 

She finally landed on “you were amazing.” She wasn’t sure if it sounded sincere enough, but she tried to make it so. “Really, it was great.”

It seemed to be more than enough for Nymphia, who clasped her hands under her chin and grinned at the compliment. 

“Thank you!” She drew out the last word, twisting her torso from side-to-side with excitement. There was a stupid smile on Jane’s face. “You really liked it?”

“Sure she did,” someone chimed in from across the room. Morphine. “This beast?” Morphine’s head tilted towards Jane, “liking anything we do?”

“No, no, no,” Jane started, “I did! I really did.” Nymphia laughed, much to Jane’s relief, and was swept up again by the banter of the room. Jane sneered at Morphine, who she momentarily hated for upstaging her attempt at sweetness. Megami muttered something about a death glare.

Jane tried hard to stay out of Nymphia’s way that day, she really did. She thought steering clear of Nymphia would be apology enough for her behavior the night before, not wanting to bring any more off-putting behavior between them than she was sure she already had. She was frustrated, however, at whatever weird gravitational pull kept bringing them together.

She found herself next to Nymphia in the line-up that morning. When Jane was handed that fucking immunity potion, Nymphia leaned her head jokingly on Jane’s shoulder. Jane wanted to flinch away, like she’d poison the girl somehow. She was somehow beside Nymphia when she was coming up with her design idea, which was so good that Jane had immediately resolved to hide her own. Of course, there was Nymphia again, floating around the table while Jane was sewing. Each time she came around, cooing and looking over Jane’s shoulder, Jane thought she’d stab herself with the needle. 

Day 4

When Nymphia settled in to paint at her station, Jane opted for a seat at the mirror - as far away as possible. She was still trying to do Nymphia the favor of staying far, far away. Jane busied herself by bantering with the other girls, and immediately felt a bit more like her usual self. 

But then Nymphia was there, chit-chatting with whoever was next to Jane. She would scurry away to the other side of the room, giving Jane a moment to fucking breathe, but within minutes she’d be back, saying something that made everyone around her dissolve into laughter. Jane found herself scoffing, shaking her head with a silent smile at whatever shenanigan Nymphia had gotten into this time, trying hard not to engage. Still, it was more than once that she glanced up at Nymphia’s reflection in the mirror. It was more than once that she found Nymphia looking back at her. There was something in her expression that Jane couldn’t quite decipher. An expectancy, maybe. A wish.

Jane did well that night. She always did. Nymphia did even better. She didn’t just wear the clothes, she embodied them, brought them to life. Every look was seamless, of course, but it was the way that they transformed once Nymphia wore them that made each presentation so moving. It was, of course, the final garment that stole the show. Jane knew Nymphia’s vision was a great one from the moment she saw it sketched on the girl’s pad, but the finished product left her, for once, without words. Every detail was perfection, and Nymphia brought them to life. It was pure magic, the way Nymphia walked. For the first time, Jane let herself be completely awed by Nymphia. She found that it was much better than trying to hate her for it. Jane admired real artistry, molded herself in the shape of it, here it was right in front of her - in the form of a girl who turned everything she touched into gold. 

There was a smile on Jane’s face when Nymphia won that night. Jane was beaming, and her eyes were oddly watery. She’d thought she’d gotten away with wiping them until she looked around the room to her sisters, still smiling, and found Morphine staring back at her. Morphine’s eyes were narrowed quizzically at Jane, a discovery held there that Jane couldn't quite work out. A smile crossed Morphine’s face, and they looked away.

[novaneondream]

Anyways what kind of music do you think Eri listens to

[ironinkpen]

there's something so poetic about kipperlilly copperkettle—who hated one of her classmates for daring to be better than her and having a dead dad, who refused to improve herself and instead chose to be bitter and entitled, who was so obsessed with being Special and Important like she felt she deserved that she willingly worked with a rage god, betrayed her party, and killed her friend—getting killed by fucking. Hold Person. her fancy optimal build IMMEDIATELY folding in the face of riz's cleverness and experience and applied knowledge. she spends years fixated solely on racking up EXP and getting the Best Abilities, and then when she dies, she's killed not in glorious combat but by a clever, practical application of a 2nd level spell that she NEVER would have ever thought of using because she has no creativity or adventurers' spirit, cast by the same classmate she always hated with a watch his dead dad gave him.

[chubbychiquita]

[bathroom-sand]

paramount and spyglass are trying so hard right now to save face because jenna ortega rightfully left the scream franchise after they fired melissa for supprting palestine. nobody is dumb enough to believe the excuse that it’s a scheduling conflict hours after rumors she was trying to get out of her contract cause she was pissed. i’m very thankful that jenna is risking her career and using her position to do the right thing. she’s been outspoken about palestine for years now. i hope this begins a trend of zionist losing money for their support and complacency with an active genocide

[hinamie]

cursed kids v2 ⚠️👹

i've been a jjk first years stan since day one and have been wanting to redraw the first art i did featuring the three of them

[beegs-bugs]

Live footage of Jon gaslighting himself into thinking he’s only jealous of Peter Lukas because Martin is such a good assistant. No other reason.

Art by my irl friend Vin Who Isn’t On Tumblr

[thepunchingbag]

right in the motherfucking feels

[not-so-mundane-after-all]

I can't deal with the fact that she's as tall as him now

[nipuni]

Ten and Missy! Our Halloween costumes 🥰

[gofishygo]

everyone always talks about ‘medic reader’ this and ‘teammate reader’ that but what abt weapons engineer/mechanic reader ?

just a silly little fella who helps out the 141 with their weapons when they go out of whack, who works very closely with the team to coordinate certain weapons for specific missions .

they’d probably have a really close bond with soap , both having fun with testing demolitions together . who’s able to add in ideas and carry conversations with you when you ramble on about weapons . johnny pulls you close to him when they get startled from the loud noise of an explosion , laughing a little at how they excuse their sudden vulnerability with ‘not expecting it to be that loud’.

price who seeks them out when he’s having issues with his cm901, having to endure your age-long lectures about not accidentally slamming the barrel to hard. he subconsciously makes sure the brush his hand over yours when he finally retrieves his now-fixed weapon.

yeah nyways weapon mech! reader has my heart

[thefrsers]

#exactly🥹

[cry-ptidd]

” Am I not right to weep? O my children, cursed children of a hateful mother - ”

[jadecantcreate]

theyre holding hands……(and being shy about it)

hootsie and gricko doodles (mostly hootsie)

both requested by @nicohasperished !

[kairennart]

Gwen <3 for @not-rome

[oodlesodoodles]