#yaaaay finally got a piece done

[dontron-9000]

D-do y’all think... Raph ever....

[harleehazbinfics]

Home is where my Heart is.

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Word Count: 1014 A/N: yeah we're going to the singing bits yaaaay. just imagine her voice trying to meld into his and creating this like light airy but enchanting sound on top of his deep and dark tone. cuz yes we love blending and harmonizing in this family. also also alastor will be in bold and miledy in italics and both will be like this for the song. enjoyyyyy (thank you sm transcribers of the wiki id actually die if encoded all of that gshdajsdg)

“This is such a nice day,” I hummed enjoying my tea while Alastor sat opposite of me reading the paper with his coffee and enjoyed the mundane moment together.

Until it wasn’t, as a rocket launches below us. “Come show yourself, Alastor! Come face—oh, there you are. Face my wrath!”

“Who are you?” he jeers enjoying getting on his nerves while I smiled at the two. Al clearly doesn’t dislike him but instead enjoys toying with him, he doesn’t completely shut him down unlike an unpleasant certain someone. I actually find Sir Pentious quite cute how he tries to size Alastor up despite failing several times but he’s got guts I give him that.

“Who am I? Who am I? I am the great Sir Pentious! Inventor! Architect of Destruction! Villain extraodinare!” He announces while the both of us slide within Al’s shadow and appear in front of Charlie and the others.

“Ooh! He’s a bad boy!” Nifty calls as she appears on top of Al’s shoulder.

He takes Nifty and places her in my arms and replies, “Ha, well if all that's true, you'd think I'd have heard of you.”

“I attacked you literally last week,” Sir Pentious replies, only for Alastor to cock his head, “We've done battle, like... 20 times.”

 “Well, you must have been really bad at this,” he teases putting his cane down.

“Silence! Now cower! For when I've ssslain you, the almighty Vees will finally acknowledge me as their equal.”

“Ooh! Wait, who are the Vees?” Nifty asks while in my arms.

“Oh, nobody important,” both Al and I respond giving each other a knowing look.

While Al kept beating up the poor lad, I turn my eyes on the drone in the sky noticing the familiar logo on it. A devious smile creeps on my face as I place Nifty on the ground and shot it down with a lance made of water. It falls with a crash conveniently landing on my feet. I crushed it under my heel before turning back to the group.

“Thanks for another forgettable experience,” Al says pleased with himself while he leans on his cane looking down at Sir Pentious.

“Thank you...” he pauses before tearing off a piece of his tailcoat, “for letting your guard down!

“Oh, deer,” I mutter, wide eyed as I watched Al transform into his demon form and makes an explosion that causes the snake to fly off to the distance.

“Well, it looks as though I need a visit to the tailor! Best of luck, chums,” he announces, taking me with him.

“Wait, you're LEAVING?! Alastor! We need your help! We need you to do your job,” Vaggie yells gesturing to the hotel.

“We need a wall,” Angel deadpans pointing at the broken wall.

“Of course! Can't let my new project fall into disrepair already. What would the papers say?!” he exclaims.

With a snap of his fingers his shadows appear with building equipment. He turns away from the group and takes us to the pentagram. We enjoy a little stroll before getting inside the boutique, he got his suit redone while I looked at the new dress they had on display. I bought a couple dresses that caught my eye and exited the building together, only to be greeted by Vox’s unpleasant face singing on the television. We shared a look and went back to Al’s studio with a smile.

“Salutations! Good to be back on the air,” We greeted in sync blending our voices ever so often creating a seductive distortion.

“Yes, I know it's been a while since someone with style treated Hell to a broadcast.” Al starts off while I finish, “Sinners rejoice!”

“What a dated voice!” Vox yells.

I drape my arms around Al’s neck as he sat back on his seat in an easy going way while keeping the microphone to his face and replies, “Instead of a clout chasing mediocre video podcast.”

“Is Vox insecure, pursuing allure? Flitting between this fad and that. Is nothing working? Ha ha!” we tease him enjoying the annoyance in his voice.

“IGNORE THEIR CHIRPING!”

“Every day he's got a new format!”

“YOU'RE LOOKING AT THE FUTURE! He's the shit that comes before that!”

“Is Vox as strong as he purports? Or is it based on his support? He'd be powerless without the other Vees!”

“Oh, PLEASE.”

“And here's the sugar on the cream. He asked ME to join this team!”

“Hold on!”

“I said no, and now he's pissy! That's the tea.”

“You old timey PRICK! I'll show you suffering!”

“Uh oh, the TV is buffering!”

“I'LL DESTROY YOOOOU YOU LITTLE—"

His little temper tantrum leads him to short circuit causing the electricity in the entire pentagram to disappear.

“I'm afraid you've lost your signal.”

“Let's begin.” He sings menacingly slowly transforming to his demon form. “Let's begin.” I sang hauntingly on top of his voice, my eyes turn black leaving my glowing blue irises hypnotically.

“I'm gonna make you wish that I stayed gone!” “Tune on in.”

"When I'm done, your status quo will know its race is run!

Oh, this will be fun!"

I laughed in delight, celebrating our wonderful comeback to our radio show. Al gives me smile and stands there quietly enjoying my reaction.

“That was wonderful! We haven’t done that in so long!” I gushed holding onto his hands. “I thought I’d have to wait 200 hundred years to sing with you again.”

He laughs petting my head, “No need for drastic measures, my dear. I’m here to stay.”

I beamed a smile and gave him a brief hug. “I’m guessing you’ll be greeting our new guest,” I asked while fixing his bow.

“But of course! I need to welcome their little toy they reeled in for us,” he smirks, “Have a good rest. I’ll see you later.”

I wave him off before I went back to our room, relaxing in our bed drifting to sleep.

‘Mom! Dad! I found some flowers over here!’

Tears fall down my face as I recall much happier times.

[crazylittlejester]

DAILY BRAINROT

Finally got some sleep and now I can think straight again. 👍

I really need to avoid starting new WIPs but I've been side eyeing this one fic I posted a long time ago and debating writing a companion piece for it. It's extremely tempting because what I have in mind is just making poor Hyrule's situation even worse before smacking him in the face with love and acceptance.

Also a random headcanon: Sky is not supposed to have caffeine. (He would become too powerful. /joking) For real, though, I think he'd handle it the worst and be the most sensitive to it. The others are used to coffee, so it doesn't really bother them, but it makes Sky a wreck. All jittery and shaking and everything. Wind, on the other hand, is barely affected and actually calms down a lot if he has some. (ADHD!Wind for the win!) Sky is very jealous, especially since he can't even make jokes about how he'd be able to fight God and Wind if he could have caffeine because he's already done that. He is tragically reduced to making puns.

YAAAAY IM GLAD YOU GOT SLEEP

you’re so real for that. I’m supposed to be taking a mental health break from writing, but did I start a new WIP based on a Chappell Roan song? You bet your ass I did 💔

HEADCANON ACCEPTED. First time he had it he definitely thought he was dying because he couldn’t stop shaking and his heart was beating way too fast

[angst-in-space]

march ‘23 writing progress

words written: 13.2k

most words written in a day: 1063

least words written in a day: 10

current yearly total: 44.3k

projects worked on:

- ya sci-fi book revisions - sylvix pacific rim au - editing sylvix dreamscape ch 9 - spy x vacation zine piece - matchablossom bedsharing fic

works published in march:

none

march goals:

- work on ya sci-fi book revisions - finish editing ch 9 of sylvix dreamscape - start editing ch 3 of renga fic - finish/submit final draft of 7ygz piece - finish/submit first draft of spy x vacation zine piece - work on sylvix pacrim au - work on matchablossom fic - work more on adult fantasy or planning ya fantasy? - maybeee work on one of my kl multichaps if i have time??

april goals:

- write 30k total for camp nano - work on ya sci-fi book revisions - work on adult fantasy - submit final spy x vacation zine piece  - finish editing ch 9 of sylvix dreamscape - work on sylvix pacrim - start buddy daddies fic maybe?? lol? - work on a couple other fics if i have time notes: 

so yeahhhh as has been the case with most months recently, i was mostly preoccupied during march with working on revisions for my ya sci-fi book. it’s going... okay! i am kinda just writing each chapter from scratch right now, which yes is kinda tedious but also somehow more painless than trying to “fix” what i had before so it’s....an experience. 

i didn’t have as much time to work on fic this past month. :( but i did get some progress done on sylvix pacrim au, which has been fun! plus working on my zine pieces so yaaaay. and i got a liiiittle bit done on editing sylvix dreamscape....i feel so bad that i haven’t updated in so long, i’ve just been really struggling with editing this chapter ;; but perhaps i will finally finish it in april auuugh

so yeah april is camp nano!! and i am aiming to write 30k yippeeee! my goal is to split that between various things so... roughly 10k of ya sci-fi book rewrites, 10k of drafting my adult fantasy book, and 10k of fic/other random side projects! probably mostly sylvix pacrim, but would also like to maybe get some progress done on the matchablossom bedsharing fic, aaaaand i also outlined a whole buddy daddies post-canon fic on a whim yesterday so. i might start that too. AAAA. anyway yeah, april plans are basically just to go crazy go stupid. 

[sysig]

Good morning I am filled with many emotions

[hotteaandhistory]

Hi, everybody! Just a quick update if you have been patiently awaiting the next chapter of A Rerik Tale. A) It’s coming (final edits, yaaaay!) and B) This one is an ABSOLUTE UNIT. It’s got present story, it’s got backstory, it’s got bits and pieces tying together bits and pieces, it’s going to be about 11k words, so approximately three chapters in one and C) it will be done by this weekend because I am using insomnia to my advantage! Go team!

[dudeandduchess]

Yakuza!Kyōjurō x F!S/O: Sugar and Spice (Mafia!AU, Modern AU, NSFW Series)[Chapter 4]

Summary: Kyōjurō and (Y/n) meet at a party, only to find out that their lives would change forever— since they had been arranged to be married.

Note: Since it’s my birthday today, here’s a little something for y’all. Yaaaay! I was supposed to do a double update, but I got busy. But I hope y’all like like as much as I loved writing it. Can anyone guess where Kyō and (Y/n) are going though???

Warnings: Mild Smut, Teasing, Making Out, Dysfunctional Family Relationships

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 5

***

Breakfast was a silent affair in the (L/n) household; as usual. Even more so when it was just (Y/n) and her mother— Akari— sitting stiffly at the dining table and picking at their meals.

(Y/n)’s back was ramrod straight, even if she was feeling all of the tension pooling at the base of her spine. She knew that she had to keep her posture as impeccable as ever, ‘as is fit for a Prime Minister’s daughter’; like her mother always said.

She couldn’t even take a bite of her food, in her apprehension of earning her mother’s attention. So, she pushed it around her plate at best.

However, her efforts were still all for naught, since Akari spoke up. “What are the things on your agenda today?”

And from the corner of (Y/n)’s eye, she saw Rin straighten up— ready to prattle off the same list that she’d gone through earlier— when she answered for the woman. “I have charity events all day. Why?”

“Just asking, since you have to maximize your appearances for the family while you can.” Akari finished her sentence with a quick look up at her daughter, before turning back to her food and taking another bite of her salmon.

Another reason why (Y/n) couldn’t eat her food: she was sick of having the same thing whenever she ate with her mother. Poached salmon with a poached egg right on top, green beans amandine on the side, with a spot of jasmine tea to wash it all down.

For the past fifteen years that she and her family had been in residence at the Prime Minister’s mansion, her mother had always picked out everything for her whenever she could— from the way that she used to dress, down to the things that she ate. And whenever she tried to protest, she was always branded as too ‘rebellious’ and ‘ungrateful’; so she’d learned to just stay quiet— if only to avoid conflict.

It was a godsend that her father had finally let her move out when she started university; on the condition that she would always spend her breaks with the family.

“Yes, okaa-sama,” (Y/n) muttered under her breath, not in the mood to even talk to her mother. She just wanted breakfast to be done with already, so she could get as far away from the house as possible.

Fortunately, her mother’s secretary announced that she was already running behind for a meeting— so without even a single glance at her, Akari walked right out of the dining room; causing (Y/n) to finally let go of the breath that she’d been holding since she had sat down at the table.

“Do you have some candy, Rin?” The young woman asked softly, wanting to wash out the taste of the jasmine tea that she’d taken a sip of earlier. And when the other woman handed her a piece of cherry-flavored candy, she wasted no time in popping it into her mouth. “Thank you. So, what’s the first thing on my agenda again?”

However, for the second time that day, Rin was cut off before she could even answer; that time, with a loud series of honks from the outside.

“(Y/n)-sama,” One of the housekeepers hastened into the room; a little flushed and breathless from having exerted that much energy, before continuing, “You have a guest.”

“Who?”

“Your fiancé, ma’am.”

She couldn’t help but close her eyes and pinch the bridge of her nose, because that was just what she needed after dealing with her mother: another difficult person to handle.

Still, she found herself feeling a little better— and a little flushed from remembering what he had done to her just the day before— since he was a good distraction. Not to mention, total eye candy. And with a little sigh, she began her walk to the front door.

When she got there though, it was to see Kyōjurō pinching one of the fresh calla lilies between his fingers; only to jump when he heard her words clear as day.

“Those are real.”

The blond grinned at that— bypassing the center table that had the vase of flowers that he’d been admiring— as he closed the distance between him and (Y/n); boldly wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her flush against his chest. “Really? Not as real as this kiss, though.”

With those words hanging in the air, Kyōjurō then leaned down and captured her lips in a kiss; smiling into it when he felt her respond for a brief second, before pulling back a little. He wasn’t having that, however, so he chased after her lips while his free hand cupped the back of her head.

He could hear a few housekeepers gasping in surprise a few ways away, but he couldn’t care less about any of them. Not when he could taste the candy that (Y/n) had in her mouth. So, even more boldly than before, he snaked his tongue between her lips, and slowly coaxed the piece of candy right into his own mouth.

A little breathless from his antics, he finally broke away from (Y/n)— but not before pressing one last gentle kiss against her lips. “Didn’t know that you liked cherry, baby.”

“Shut up,” The young woman whispered, chest heaving and cheeks aflame with a blush. But she made no move to push herself away from Kyōjurō; not because she wanted to stay there forever, but to save face— since she could feel the beginnings of an erection pressed up against her. “What are you doing here?”

“You tell me to shut up, and then you ask me a question. You’re so confusing, sweetheart,” Kyōjurō teased, but still supplied her with a decent answer. “I’m here to take you out for breakfast.”

“I already had breakfast.”

“Then a second breakfast.”

“I have a charity even to go to later,” (Y/n) protested.

But Kyōjurō wasn’t having any of it. “I’ll take you after breakfast. So go and get everything you need, baby.”

***

“Wait, wait!” (Y/n) almost screeched, as she sat down on the buttery leather seat of Kyōjurō’s flashy, red Audi R8. “What about security? I was supposed to have-”

Before she could say anything more, the blond leaned down and pressed his lips against hers— effectively shutting her up— before jerking a thumb at the car behind his own. “You think I would bring you anywhere without thinking of your safety? Over there are two of my most trusted men: Shinazugawa and Tomioka. They don’t necessarily get along, but they get things done…”

And to add to that, Kyōjurō continued, “Besides, you have me to protect you, baby.”

With that, he stole another kiss from (Y/n), before grinning down at her and getting her settled in her seat. He didn’t know why, but taking care of her like that sent his heart fluttering wildly in his chest; maybe it was the novelty of actually doing it for a woman, or maybe it was all because it was her, and the fact that they were going to get married, but he loved every minute of it.

It wasn’t even that he wasn’t a gentleman to his past lovers— he was— but he didn’t really care for them at all. They were good for one thing, and he only kept them around for that, since he was busy with running his family’s business.

But with (Y/n)… he couldn’t even explain it. She was special.

Trying to suppress a smile, he walked around the car to get to his side, before buckling himself in and turning the engine on. However, when the radio turned on, it was still connected to Kyōjurō’s phone— and it had (Y/n) wide-eyed for a second, before she burst out into a fit of giggles.

“I wouldn’t have thought that you were the type to listen to Arashi,” The young woman teased, her giggles getting even louder when Kyōjurō decided to be silly and dance and sing along to the chorus of ‘Turning Up’.

When (Y/n)’s giggles calmed down into a smile, however, the thought that maybe— just maybe— spending time with him wasn’t that bad crossed her mind; and it had her silently agreeing. Especially when she looked back up at Kyōjurō and saw him grinning as he pulled out of the driveway.

When he wasn’t being a teasing horndog, he was okay; at least to (Y/n).

“What time do you need to be at your charity event?” The question had her jumping in surprise, but she quickly composed herself and rifled through all of the mental notes that she had made before leaving the house.

“Ten. And then I have another one at three.”

“Do you like doing these things?” It was such an offhanded question, not meant to be prying at all, but (Y/n) felt it hit much closer to home than her fiancé had intended. Still, she wasn’t mad at him for it; in fact, she felt… relieved, and happy.

Because, for the first time ever, someone had finally asked her what she thought. It was something small and insignificant, but to her that meant a lot— and it had her warming up to him just a little bit more.

“Well… to be honest, no. I don’t like it.”

Kyōjurō was just about to ask why she still did it if she didn’t like it, but the brief glance he cast at her— making him catch a glimpse of the melancholy look in her eyes— had him speaking before thinking. “Fuck those charities. Let’s just go out on a date today.”

“My mother would have my head!” (Y/n) exclaimed with a shake of her head, feeling a rush of excitement coursing through her at the possibility of rebelling; but still trying to stay rational and do what had been asked of her.

However, the blond already beat her to the punch, since he had pressed one of the numbers on the screen— making the car extremely silent, save for the revving of the engine, and the steady ringing of the line.

When someone on the other end picked up though, Kyōjurō didn’t even waste time on pleasantries. “Can you call my mother-in-law’s secretary and tell her that I’m taking (Y/n) out on a date? For the whole day.”

And with that, he dropped the call, letting the car be filled by the song that had been playing before; acting as if he hadn’t just sealed his fate by making his future in-law severely dislike him.

“She’s going to hate you.”

“Too bad, I’m still taking you out on that date.” And, as if to prove his point, he pulled the turn signal before making an illegal u-turn. Thankfully, there hadn’t been any other cars on the road.

(Y/n), completely shocked, screeched, “That was illegal!”

“Baby, you’re marrying me; you’ll be finding out all the illegal things I do for a living very soon."

[kanene-yaaay-o-retorno]

The Color of my Soul(mates) [2]

[First oneshot]

[AO3 link]

Kanene’s Notes:

Nope, I do not regret the pun. New oneshot yaaaay!! Just a quick reminder that both Virgil and Patton’s mindsets are bad. They can work, of course, but only for a certain expense. Worry not. They will both start to go to a therapist and take care of themselves, even though this will not be heavily shown in the oneshots.

Warnings, fun facts, random things and stuff:

* That fanfic has Moxiety and Past Moceit and Past Virgil/Remus (no idea how it’s called dfghjdfghj) in a platonic relationship (yet), but it can be viewed as romantic, if you wish.

* Swearing, depreciative thoughts, losing someone (not death, just stopping to be soulmate), anger issues, anxious thoughts and nightmares. It’s hurt/comfort.

* [~*~]  Means passage of time

* [...] Means change in the focus of the narrative 

* This characters do not belongs to me. They all belongs to the amazing Thomas Sanders in his series of Sanders Sides.

* Something around 5.300 words. -w-)b.

* Sorry for any spelling, pontuation and grammar mistakes! Any advice is very very welcome!

* Tô com preguiça de postar a versão em português brasileiro aaaa! Thankys for reading, my lollipops! Say to someone important how much you love them, be safe, talk with the one that you love, drink water and sleep well! Byeioo!~

                          [~*~]

Loneliness is an island with missing boats.

Missing is when the moment tries to run away from the memories to happen again and can’t do it.

Memories are when, even without authorization your thinking re-presents a chapter.

-       Adriana Falcão - Meanings

[~*~]

Hey, Dee! It’s been some time, huh? Nothing really happened around here, so I have no interesting news to share today. Buut, I learned a new knock knock joke! I would finally get you to laugh with this one! It’s like that:

Me: Knock, knock.  

U: Who’s there?  

Me: Ice cream.  

U: Ice cream who?  

Me: Ice cream if you don’t let me in!

Funny, right?!

… It feels silly to continue to talk with you through those letters. I can’t-

I don’t even know where to send them! That is stup- not great.

I just… I just miss you, Dee. A lot. My uncle says that I should get your old representation out of the bed and hide it so I can start moving on, but… It feels empty, you know? Everything.

I really miss you.

Love, Heart.

[…]

“No.” 

His words echoed in his mind, the strap of his backpack slipping from his grip, his body throwing itself forward, heart jumping in the back of his throat as his steps inevitably brought him even closer to the faded green, almost white, shark plushie in front of him. 

“No.” 

He repeated, as if this was a spell able to make the scene before him change. His hands trembled and failed in touching the so loved object, a silent scream slipping from his slightly parted lips. Yet, he still tried to think of something. Anything that would erase his choices. He knew it.

He should have known. He read about it before, the butterfly effect. Any choice, any movement, any little thing you did could change drastically your future. It could make events – people – which would happen in your life just…

Disappear. 

[The stuffed animal remained quiet on his hands, it’s blank face staring superficially, not really seeing him. Not like before.]

He knew it. 

“Rat?” He knew it. He knew it. He knew, knew, knewknewknew it! “Ree?” His soul searched desperate for an answer. But he got none. No thoughts, no feelings, no small touches, no acknowledging sparks, nothing. 

That word seemed to ring unbearably in his ears. There was nothing there. Nothing except for the silence and the void which filled itself with despair at every that went by.

“This better not be a prank or this time I will throw you in the washing machine for real!” Virgil’s eyes were stinging. He should have done better, should have thought in another way or another anything. He shouldn’t have done that, he shouldn’t! 

“Ree, stop. That is not funny.” Ree actually preferred when Virgil called him Rat, and as his chest was scratched by an agonizing, crescent fear, deep down the young boy wished his soulmate would jump – his thoughts always felt like that, excited, uncontrollable jumpy frogs just playing around – from somewhere and demands Virgil called him by it. “Answer me!!”

His fingers squished the soft fabric, a short, unexpected wave of anger pleading for at least a shout of pain before Virgil realized what he was doing, immediately lighting his touch, tears shining in a sad gloom in the corner of his eyes. His breathing started to hurt.

He needed to do something.

“MOM!!”

Virgil opened his door with a strong slam, running through the wooded floor of the corridor, stumbling his way to the stairs, coming down at the highest speed he could muster. The adult figure was already standing in the living room, the Tv blasting a show in the background, probably the activity his mother was concentrating on before his cry. A frown painted her face and her dark eyes stared at the boy when he stood in front of her, holding his stuffed shark in her direction.

“Fix him!” 

[‘it’ a quiet whisper from his brain corrected his sentence.]

Her analytical eyes danced around the toy in front of her, looking for any teared fabric, any stain or hint of what happened to it, the confusion in her actions becoming more and more prominent as no visible result was found.

[And, as her analysis occurred, the quiet whisper in the back of his mind wondered if this was the original color of the shark before it became a representation of his soulmate. They were together for so long Virgil didn’t even remember what it used to look like.]

No! The boy with heterochromatic eyes firmly gritted his teeth, head shaking. This was NOT the shark’s real color. Its real color was a dark, deep, enthusiastic green full of chaotic ideas and dumb jokes and sparks and grins.

He refused to let everything end in this way.

Realization fell in her face, a soft gasp coming from her open mouth. “Oh, Virgil…”

“No, no, no! You- You need to fix him!” But her eyes… “Mom, please,” the way her arms opened to involve his small, trembling form… 

“Please, he is my best friend.”

[‘Was’]

She hugged him, cradling her fingers in his hair and lightly rocking Virgil and his sobs, her sweet words muffled by his cry. Then the younger one wiggled out of her touch, getting the plushie and running back to his room, the door slamming one more time.

He refused.

“No! No!!” He kicked his backpack, its content spreading across his carpeted floor. The shark was placed in his desk seconds before the Virgil focused his anger on his bed, throwing everything on the floor. His pillows hit the walls and the toys on his shelves. The cacophony of sounds made his head hurt, but he ignored this in order to kick and throw more things. 

Seconds, minutes, countless pieces of time passed before he stopped, panting and with stinging eyes in the middle of the room, his only possessions left untouched was his guitar and Ra- His shark stuffed animal.

Because he loves playing guitar. Because he loves Ree.

His fingers pet its soft fur, wandering in every detail, trying to burn in his soul how alive and colored it used to be before today.

Virgil felt like crying, felt like hugging his old-representation with all his might and just spent the rest of the day like this, pleading that Ree would come back and Virgil would do better and everything could be back to normal again.

But he refused.

He refused to cry like a baby. He refused to let this happen to him. He refused to be made a fool by the Soulmate System or whatever sadistic creature that observed him right now. He refused to go through all of this again. 

Ever again.

Virgil opened his closet and got up on his chair, hiding the shark on the highest shelf under a bunch of old comforts he never got to use.

They wanted him to be a Colorless? Very well, then.

[~*~]

Anger is when the dog who lives in you shows its teeth.

Sadness is a gigantic hand that squeezes your heart.

-       Adriana Falcão - Meanings

[~*~]

Hiya, Dee.

Some days are better, some are worse. 

It hurts.

But, hm, good things, right? Today was sunny and refreshing, I love when this happens. A ladybug landed in my hand yesterday, it was so small… I also found another beautiful feather when I went to the park last weekend, very fluffy and a baby on the bus smiled at me after I made some funny faces.

I hope you’re also receiving and giving some beautiful smiles there. Aunt just called me for the movie night so… See you later!

I miss-

Love, Heart.

[…]

Virgil woke up sweating. A tight feeling clutching the back of his mind. However, he managed to catch himself before his eyes opened, the back of his hand pressing them, as if to make sure they wouldn’t open against his will.

Urg… Not this again…

Virgil pressed harder the pillow curling around his head, the pressure easing the irritation as he groaned in protest, wondering how much more time it would take before he finally grew used to this routine. An annoying sensation banged rhythmically on his chest, hammering together with his heart and flying along with the butterflies on his stomach over and over again until a slightly nausea almost leaded the one in pajamas to give up and just find the nearest stuffed animal so his soulmate’s bond could finally be initiated, his representation showed up and then the exhausted teen could finally get some freaking rest  and then proceed to turn a blind eye to his soulmate for the rest of their lives.

Who would say that ignoring the Soulmate System would be so hard?

But, damn, even if this shit always came back at the right moment when the first ray of sunshine hit his face, usually Virgil had at least the freedom of the night to sleep!

His hand wandered clumsily, hitting the bean bag next to his bed and looking for the small device he always left there for the night. He sighs when his fingers make contact with the cold of his phone, quickly bringing it up to his face and making sure nothing else could get in his eye field. On the third try he succeeded to put the right password, ignoring the video shining on it and quickly lowering the brightness of his screen until it was almost nonexistent. 

Four in the morning. What the heck was his not-for-much-longer-soulmate doing up at this hour??

Ok. It didn’t matter, Virgil murmured to himself, his words slurring, completely engulfed by the fog of sleepiness which continued to involve him. It didn’t matter because Virgil was sure he would manage to win that battle, just like he did on every other occasion since Ree. Of course, he never had a perfect receipt for this, only a group of superficial orientations as focusing on something else, tossing around the mattress until the exhaustion took over his body or doing anything that guaranteed his suborn nature to fight until the bond faded away with some hours, maybe one or two days. 

However, this one was about to complete a whole week and his resolution was beginning to weaken, escaping between his fingers regardless of how much he fought to hold it with tooth and nails. The mild headache growing on him was the proof of this.

He flipped his pillow, letting its cold surface rest on his face, adjusting himself to lay starfished onto the bed. 

He needed distractions. 

Songs. He liked to listen to music a lot, something he would be very much inclined to do now if it wasn’t so late and his earphones were so far away. But, stopping to think about it, it was crazy how sounds work, like, even if they’re far away they manage to be heard. Pretty much like that weird sound captured by that boat who was only minding its business… The Bloop. Heh. The Bloop. Such a stupid name… He wondered if it was a Jurassic animal doing that and when humanity would be finally able to answer his question. If it is really an animal will they call him Bloop? That is a horrible name to give to something probably gigantic and scary… Bloop… Bloopers… blooo...

His muscles from his toes to the tip of his fingers began to relax, his breathing becoming more erratic as the trail of nonsense thoughts led him away from reality and straight to the cloak of Morpheus. Bit by bit he started to be unaware of his room. First the faint sound of his spider quietly scraping the sand on her terrarium, second the sensation of the pillow on his face, then the cold of his phone as it slipped away from his hand…

And, unsupervised by the teenager's eyes, his index finger hit the ‘play’ button on the video, and the blasting of Aquiles Priester’s drums filled the room in a hot shot, followed in the same second by Virgil’s hoarse scream. The confusion and sound making the one with heterochromatic eyes stumble to a sit position, blankets and pillows falling from him as his astonished movements tried to be coordinated enough to turn off his phone before his mother woke up and decided to know why and what her son was doing up at four-darn-morning. 

The button was hit and the silence was faster in cover the room all over again, being only broken by Virgil’s shaken gasps, his trembling fingers laying on his adulterated heartbeats, taking large, wobbly deep breaths in order to normalize it, his attention entirely focused on hearing any hint of muffled step outside his room.

In. Hold. Out.

In. Hold. Out.

He was fine. Everything was fine. 

This was only a scare.

In. Hold. Out.

In. Hold. Out.

Okay. No sound. Virgil allowed himself to fall on his bed, stretching and humming in attempts to ground him to reality, not taking too long to let the sleepiness begin to slowly crawl to his mind again, his body feeling surprisingly much lighter than it had been in days. A yawn escaped from his lips. What the hell he was doing with his cell phone anyway?

For the second time in the night his body fled to a sitting position, the sudden calm and coziness which hit his senses now having a slightly sour taste on his mouth as the teenager realized what it meant.

His soulmate bond was complete.

His gaze flew to the small pile of fabric on the floor, a glint of a sky-blue color shining amidst it. He pushed his blankets away and his breath hitched when the full form of his soulmate’s representation was shown.

Oh no. Nononono. That was- 

That wasn’t normal. Nor supposed to happen. Oh shit. Shitshitshitshit. What could he do?

Virgil dropped – carefully, even if the cold on the bottom of his stomach screamed for him to run! – the object on his bed, getting across the room and right in front of his closet in a blink of an eye. The door flung open, his gaze scrambling through all his possessions in search of that specific teddy bear his mother gave him a year ago, telling it was going to help him to heal, grabbing it firmly and plopping it next to the blue fabric calmly laying on his mattress. He bit his nails while his eyes ran from an object to another, waiting for the color to somewhat jump on the plushie, where it was supposed to go in the first place.

Virgil stared inquisitively at his pillow- no, his soulmate’s representation, as if he could scare the reality into changing itself. His fingers ran through his hair, feet pacing on the floor.

 Ok. His soulmate was a pillow. A literal pillow. That was not good.

Before he could fall on his parasitizing thoughts or hide the pillow and pretend nothing had happened, a badly muffled sound reached him, making his body freeze as his brain immediately recognized what it was:

Crying.

[...]

Before is a caterpillar who didn’t become a butterfly, yet.

Indecision is when you know very well what you want, but you think you should want another thing.

-       Adriana Falcão - Meanings

[...]

Hey, dear! Heart here again! It’s been a time, huh? I discovered a new Pet Shop nearby and a very nice old lady let me play with the puppies after school. You really should see the hamsters there! They’re the cutest, most precious soft things!!

They don’t have any snakes, sadly.

I… I hid your teddy bear and I’m getting used to not stare at the right corner of the mattress, looking for you. 

I still miss your smooth thoughts, your warmth, your advice and receipts and… you.

I think I’m getting better. The sensation is starting to feel… normal.

Remember we-

I used to-

I know you won’t really read this, but I’m trying to keep taking care of myself. 

Hooray?

Love, Heart.

[…]

Patton loved stuffed animals and this was a fact that anyone who got into his room for barely two seconds would realize. Small plushies of multicolored frogs rested on his shelves. A big polite giraffe sat on his desk, proudly showing off her new necktie and his older ones were in the closet, guarding his favorites clothes. His soulmates, of course, had a special treatment, receiving a seat on his bed, closer to him and within his research at any occasion, emergency or not.

And that was an emergency. Well…technically. 

Maybe…

Perhaps not. 

The teenager changed to a sitting position, his fingers trapping the mattress in a deadly grip, tears falling from his eyes, which was firmly focused on the moon shaped night light across his room, trying to kick out the too cold, too hot feeling the nightmare left on his skin. 

His brain felt fuzzy and his thoughts were all mushed together, way too messy to properly fight against the memories of his dream replaying on his head. The sensation of pure despair still running on his veins as the monster – tall, fast, its shadow hovering over his small form – chased him and his friends. Patton still felt his throat dry after running for what seemed hours, and for when he realized they would never manage to actually escape from it. He could feel the betrayed eyes of his loved ones as he made each one of them trip, the small period when the monster got them giving him enough time to escape, the screams ringing on his ears.

He muffled his sobs, slapping his hand on his mouth and getting up, going to his closet and grabbing his panda. It was one of the fluffiest stuffed animals he had and he could use a bit of softness right now. His steps were tired and he hid his face on the plushie even before laying on his bed again, curling around the bear as if it was the core of safeness, as if it would make all the bad thoughts and feelings go away.

As if it could erase all the nightmare and convince the part of his mind which said that if it was real life, that would be exactly what he would do, that it was wrong.

It was! It was completely wrong! Patton would never, ever, betray his friends, or hurt them, or go away when they needed most! He wouldn’t. He would fight, if it was needed. He would do his best every single time to help them! To be there. He wouldn’t just run away. He couldn’t. He couldn’t be alone. He didn’t even bear that thought.

[A part of his soul struggled, firm on its position. It kept holding into a bond that directed to another soul who kept pushing him away, both refusing to change their mind.]

Bear. Patton let go of a weak, barely audible, forced giggle, squeezing the panda on his touch tighter. Panda was a bear. Heh. His tears began to calm themselves, falling slower from the corner of his eyes, a strange and sudden wave of strange, but welcomed calmness hitting him.

A sudden warm touch laid on his forehead.

“Hey, are you okay?”

Patton gasped, his wide eyes flying open to stare at the now purple plushie on his grip.

Purple. Pandas weren’t purple. He was sure this one was always white with black dots and tiny glasses on it. Definitely not purple. Not unless it was-

Oh. 

Ohhh.

Oh no.

For a moment his breath was taken, adrenaline exploded across his body and his mind went blank, his face stumbling forward to press his lips on the panda’s forehead, a completely lack of words, especially when a flow of sentences began to appear running over themselves and leading to his very tired brain to struggle in order to try to grasp their meaning before another phrase came and took its place.

[His body seemed to relax, letting go of a ball of tension Patton didn’t even realize he had in the first place.]

“Fuck, sorry, that was pretty dumb. Of course you’re not fine, why else would you be crying? What I was trying to say is: Can you get better? No, wait! That sounded harsh and it’s definitely not what I meant- wanted to say. Ehh, shit. Okay. Uhh. Breath, okay? Breathing is a good thing. You have to breathe to stay alive so I think it’s already a good start. Keep breathing, please do not die. Oh god, wait, that is not a dangerous situation, is it? Are you in danger? Are you dying? Oh, fuck I can’t hear-”

A startled giggle made a run from Patton’s lips, making his new soulmate to be quiet.

“Urg, sorry.”

“No, no. I was not laughing at you!” He adjusted his grip so the only part touching the purple bear would be him holding one of his paws, realizing he forgot to stop hugging him earlier. “I am okay. I just… didn’t want to cry on you, sorry.”

“It’s okay. I don’t, huh, care.”

“Crazy how bonds happen nowadays.” Patton attempted a joke, feeling suddenly a bit vulnerable, internally wishing the other wouldn’t ask about the reason for his tears. “It-It’s hot today, don’t you think?”

“Yeah, with the Sun and everything.”

“Yeepp.” Patton sniffed, cleaning the tear track left on his cheeks before resting his back on the bed’s headboard, a beginning of a headache after that waterfall of emotions shining in the horizon.

“...Do you want to listen to a song? It helps me to calm down when I’m, ya know.”

“Oh, don’t worry, I’m already a bit better.”

“Ok, sorry.”

“Don’t be.” Maybe it was sleepiness or the excitement of having a new soulmate, but before he could think much more about it the hidden truth was slipping from his mouth, “I’m grounded. No phone for the week.”

“That sucks.” The teenager just shrugged, hoping his soulmate would understand the action by his movement. 

Silence impregnated the room, spreading and filling his system, his eyelashes closing bit by bit.

“I know how to play guitar. I can… play a song for you. Onlyifyouwantofcourse.” The thought was quick, quiet and disappeared as soon as it arrived, leading Patton to almost believe he imagined it.

A good feeling bloomed in his chest, a smile flourishing on his face as he held his soulmate’s free hand, carefully squeezing them in what he hoped it showed his gratitude.

“I would love to.”

“’Kay. Uh, cool. Give me a second.”

And then a few minutes later his form was engulfed by warmth. Patton let go a sigh of relief, basically melting in the so caring touch, don't having the heart - that word gave a hurtful tug in his chest - to remember his new soulmate he couldn't really hear the accords, only the shy, calming humming rumbling on his chest and lullabying them to a peaceful sleep.

[~*~]

Feeling is the language the heart uses when it needs to send a message.

-       Adriana Falcão - Meanings.

[~*~]

"How can I call you?" 

Patton stopped his voice before that old nickname got out, scratching his throat. He should try to move on, right? 

Baby steps. 

"Pat." 

"Pat?" 

"Pat-Pat!" 

Virgil rolled his eyes, denying the small smile which appeared on the corner of his mouth.

“You can call me V.”

[…]

“So, you’re a pillow.”

Patton blinked, a surprised snort filling the room. “V, I know I often say I’m soft but if you wanted to rest on me all you needed to do was ask!” He added some shadowing on some feathers, giving the drawing of the Bem-te-Vi more profundity. He was really happy he found that site about the birds of America. 

“No, I mean literally. Like… your representation is not a stuffed animal, it’s a pillow.”

“Oooh…” He blinked a few times. “I didn’t know that still happens.”

“What do you mean with ‘still happens’? This happened to you before?”

“Not with me, but I saw a video about this! Before the plushies became famous due their shape being easier to be seen as human-like, the bond would form in anything that could be quickly dyed, just like clothes, pieces of fabric, pillows… I think if they showed it to a doctor, he would describe their condition as ‘comfortable!’” Patton shook lightly the panda’s shoulder, smiling. “Uh? Got it? Comfortable? Because they’re soft?”

“Pat, that was horrible.”

“Awww, come oon.” Patton rested his chin on V’s head, forgetting his drawing for a while. “Puns are harder than knock knock jokes! You have to wait for the perfect timing to make them.” Virgil huffed. “Not even an itsy bitsy giggle?”

“Nope.”

Silence.

“Pat?”

“No. I am pouting.”

He felt a couple of pats (ha-) on his head, the touching going away in a few seconds. “You will get there some day.” The other answered his soulmate with a raspberry, giggling a bit of his own silliness before going back to his hobby. He really was planning to finish this bird today.

“The thing is… Since you’re, ya know, a pillow. I was thinking… okay, I know that this will sound weird but… I was thinking of putting some clothes on your representation so I can… try to see you better.” 

“Ah.”

“Only if you’re comfortable, sure!”

“No, no. I am! It’s just…” Patton bit his lips, lightly squeezing the shell of his ear with the hand that wasn’t holding the pencil, adjusting his body to a better sitting position. “What clothes do you have in mind? Not that I think your taste is bad or you don’t know how to choose good clothes or something like that!”

“No, it’s cool!” The thought came in the moment Patton forced himself to stop his nervous talking. “I wanted to ask you because of that, I, uh, have black t-shirts, jeans, an old grey hoodie, PJs, clothes when I was a kid, onesies, maybe I can get a dress?”

“Gasp. Do you have onesies?? Aww, I want!”

“Everyone has a onesie.” Virgil mumbled in defense, feeling his cheeks getting hot. “I have a skeleton one, a raccoon and the Toothless from How to Tra-”

“OHMYGOSH YOU HAVE TOOTHLESS!” Virgil had absolutely no idea how Pat managed to make a thought so high pitched and excited to the point the words themselves were barely understandable. “HE IS THE MOST PRECIOUS, CUTE LIL DRAGON…” and then a bunch of squeaks and mumbling took over his brain just as he has hugged and then lightly bounced before suddenly everything disappeared.

He decided it was safer to let the silence prolong itself a bit longer.

…

“Pat?”

“You might need to give me a few more minutes, kiddo.”

“You need to chill, dude.” Virgil remarked, a ray of fondness shining in his words. He gathered his onesie. It was his favorite one when he was fourteen, now it didn’t even fit on him anymore and it clearly wasn’t made to be used by a pillow, as well, but it would suffice until he thought of a better solution. “Ok. Got it, you might want to use your Blocker now.”

“Okayy, it’s somewhereeeeee...” Patton rummaged the content of his backpack, looking for the earphone-shaped object. He hadn’t the chance to buy the wireless prototype, so he struggled a few seconds to untangle the cables. “Here! So, see you in fifteen minutes?”

“Ok. If you hear or feel something just touch my arm and I will immediately stop.” 

“Right!! Bye!” Patton waved, more a habit than anything else, plugging the Blocker on his ears and the cluing its ventosa behind his head, right where his cerebellum was. A few pieces of time went by before his head became partially empty, only his thoughts filling it. He put the panda away. 

It was a strange feeling, to use this outside his school, nor parallel conversation of his classmates or a teacher’s voice filling the air to distract his attention for the fact that he couldn’t hear or feel his soulmates anymore. He hummed, wondering how Lo was and writing a self note on the corner of his paper that he should check on him later, ask for him to finish that story with the smart detective he was telling him on Sunday before Patton fell asleep due the other’s habit to keep petting his hair, probably a revenge for Patton’s constant need to hugging, holding or actively interacting with his serious soulmate’s representation, more often than not receiving fond-exasperate pokes in return.

He looked through the window, mind wandering as the wind hit the tree in his neighbor’s yard, messing with its leaves. It was a bit lonely to have your thoughts all to yourself…

But not entirely bad.

[…]

“Sooo, howz does it looks like?” The naturally excited voice asked. Virgil just pressed his hand firmer on his lips, his other arm hugging his middle. His gaze fell for what it felt the umpteen time in the blue dyed pillow before him, the sleeves of  his onesie folded inwards in a poor attempt to cut half of its original length, the ‘legs’ were criss crossed and all of this ignoring, of course, the unnatural rectangular shape of the whole thing.   

‘Like shit.’ It was his first thought, but he decided to not send it to Pat.

“Weird.”

“I am looking at my pillows right now and-” giggles, “but come ooon, it’s Toothless! There is no way it isn’t at least a bit cute!”

‘You have no neck.’ He internally panicked, looking at the few, sporadic tiny blue hearts appearing amidst the black onesie, showing the representation was getting used to the new fabric attached to it. ‘A probably-head, shoulders but no neck. It’s like a reverse freaking giraffe!’

However, Virgil decided against sharing this particular vision with the other. 

“I guess. Are you… breathing well or whatever?” His tune was a mix of nonchalant and nervous, the choice of words making him wince.

“I am. Why?”

“No. Nothing. No reason.”

“Oookay.” The teenage signed at the confusion on his soulmate’s tune, why did he had to talk in the first place or be so weird making a such big deal of something stupid like that? Urg. He stared at the blue object one more time. Damn Soulmate System. Damn destiny. Damn lack of socialization skills.

…………

But, dude, really, the guy has literally no neck here, there is NO WAY he isn’t feeling nothing because of that. Pat is probably lying because he pities him after a so horrible, futile attempt of fixing what he caused. No. Wait. He can’t just assume his soulmate is lying because of his overthinking, the other part of his brain retorted. Was he overthinking? He probably was. He always did it. Or perhaps this was a correct inkling of Pat. Soulmates were supposed to do that sort of thing after some time, right? One week was enough time? What he-

“Hey!” Pat’s thought cut his own. “Sooo, now that you can ‘see’ me a bit better… hug? You can say no if you want, sure!”

Virgil blinked one, two, three times.

“Ok. But you let go when I let go, got it?”

“Sure thing, V!” Warmth bloomed in his chest when he heard his nickname, Virgil wasn’t sure why.

He embraced the representation, feeling a bit silly, the same feeling that was fast to go away as Pat hugged him as well, firm but careful. The sensation overwhelmed his senses, but in a good way, leading the one who loved guitars and got a strange hyper fixation on drums to let go a sigh, body relaxing.

He patted Pat’s back two times before finishing the touch. “There you go.”

“Thanks! Sooo, see you later.”

“Sure thing.” He agreed, wanting nothing more than a good hot bath after so many feelings in such a small period of time. 

“uwu”

“How the fu-” 

“NO SWEARING!”

“-did you do that?”

Virgil snorted, the warmth still spreading on his chest and maybe - only maybe, - having a new soulmate wasn’t an entire bad thing.

[samirant]

The Saga of Backpfeifengesicht

It is August 22nd and the Jaime x Brienne Fic Exchange anonymity is over! And with this, I can finally tell the tale of how I got repeatedly cockblocked fic-blocked by @ajoblotofjunk​ - because without that sly little minx, I never, ever, would have gotten to write Backpfeifengesicht. The thanks and blame lies almost entirely at her feet. 

The following is rather gif-heavy, thanks to some of my favorite shows. Brace yourselves. 

You could assume the story starts with this:

It does not.

It really started with this:

And then...

And from there it took off!

It ended up being @slipsthrufingers​, @nire-the-mithridatist​ and @firesign23​ who took the helm on the exchange. You’ll notice that I’m not anywhere in these conversations, mostly because I’d never done a fic exchange in my life, let alone run one. The decision to stay a silent supporter in the background was an easy one to make. Surely that way I could stay outside of the chaos and drama that was sure to come. 

Little did I know.

The exchange opened and the numbers ticked up. Best estimates were that fifty writers would sign up and the exchange got TWICE that. It was phenomenal, exciting, wonderful - and thus the work began. What prompts would we get, who would we write for, what would we write?

Then, an email:

I knew @brynnmck​, or at least of her. Best buds with sdwolfpup aka @ajoblotofjunk​, lives in the States and I knew for a fact that she  enjoyed my writing in the past. This is going to be a breeze.

(Oh, I was a sweet, naive summer child.)

There were three different prompt options: rock star fic, vacation fic, and an oh-no-only-one-bed fic. I struck the last one out right away because I’d literally just done a Sansaery story utilizing that plot and didn’t want to repeat myself so blatantly. Like so many others, I went to my friends for help with planning, having one conversation in particular with @forbiddenfantasies1​ that promptly fell out of my brain.

(Three weeks later…)

The vacation prompt seemed the most inviting and I started to wonder, huh, what if Jaime and Brienne are modern adrenaline junkies and they do extreme vacations, like BASE jumping?

...I know nothing about BASE jumping.

And, what’s more, in the course of that time period, I read a fic by sdwolfpup where she referenced BASE jumping between the two of them. I chuckled to myself and tossed that idea aside. Back to brainstorming!

Inspiration struck! I decided on the vacation prompt - with a twist! I started writing! I turned to my good friend @forbiddenfantasies1 aka FF and said I HAVE SOMETHING YAAAAY: 

And I took a second to wonder… wait. Did she tell me this three weeks ago? 

Did I...? 

...oh no. 

Oh, no no no.

I searched our Discord history and...

I stole my friend’s prompt. I STOLE HER PROMPT.

That’s not me throwing a gauntlet, that’s me throwing away my bit of fic in the garbage, where it belonged. THE GALL. THE FAULTY MEMORY THAT LED TO MY WORST ACTION.

FF tried to be gracious about it, though she was in no way at fault. NO WAY. We had a long talk. And then a longer one. And then another where I said ENOUGH! You write yours and I’ll find something different, it’s the right thing to do. 

So I turned to the Rock Star Fic. Music. Guitars. Not my bag, but there’s something there. The brainstorming began again. Then, courtesy of @ajoblotofjunk :

Wait, what?

SDWOLFPUP AKA BRYNN’S BESTIE

IS

WRITING

A

MUSIC

AU

Not just anyone. Her best friend. A brilliant, brilliant writer. 

There was only one thing I could do. 

So there went mine.

(Slips: TWO CAAAAKES!

Sami: HER BEST FRIEEEEEEEND! NO!)

Commence brainstorming, part… whateverthefuck, I don’t even know.

And some more brainstorming. (And the beginning of some A+ dramatics.)

It... was not pretty.

My friends reminded me that it only had to be a thousand words - I could do that, it was highly attainable, I just had to find something. Anything. FF knows Brynn and said that she’s so chill! She’ll enjoy anything, just give it a shot!

I gave it a shot.

The struggle continued. My brain was stuck on the fact that I had been a bad, prompt-thieving friend and then that whatever sdwolfpup already had cooking was surely miles ahead of what I hadn’t been able to piece together. My friends told me to stop being so dramatic. I said:

Finally. An idea came to mind. Something simple, maybe even a single scene. The vacation prompt. Perhaps… Brienne goes on vacation. No one knows her, she doesn’t have to prove anything to anyone, maybe she decides to take a chance on that handsome man at the bar.

Yes, I told my dear @Luthienebonyx. I think that’s what I’m going to do. Brienne meets Jaime in a bar.

ONE HOUR LATER:

ONE.

HOUR.

LATER.

And if you aren’t convinced that karma wasn’t out to get me, may I draw your attention to the acknowledgement in the notes:

J’accuse! FF! @forbiddenfantasies1​ !!!!!!

Et tu, FF?

INDEED, CAPTAIN RAYMOND HOLT. INDEED.

I was languishing. Suffering. Bemoaning the very idea that I should even be in the exchange at all!!!

Meanwhile, SDW:

And I am:

I turned to FF, all HOW COULD YOU!

She was understandably confused. 

I was back to the drawing board.

There was a serious discussion of handing off my prompts to another writer, trading with someone so that I could get over my writer’s block - or at least stop getting fic-blocked by a certain talented author who was surely in cahoots with my friend-enemy FF.

FF tried to talk some sense into me. And she handed me, as it has come to be known: Brynnformation.

I decided to give it one. last. go. 

And I remembered.

Nine months later, the time had come for Backpfeifengesicht. 

I held it close to my chest. Very close. So close that I stopped checking tumblr for fear of discovering that sdwolfpup had caught the scent of my story in the air and eclipsed me yet again. When my friends asked how it was going, I was perfectly reasonable, totally chill, very:

I was informed that sdwolfpup had gone on vacation, THANK GOD, I WAS SAFE FOR A WEEK.

After I got past the murderous paranoia, I started to put a story together. Vacations. Road trips. Baseball. And, as it said in the prompts, Brynn enjoys herself some J/B lovin’. FF pointed out that Brynn had a fondness for lovin’ that involves tables.

And with that Friend-Enemy FF became Friend FF once more, as she should always be considered.

All hail Brynnformation!

Yes. It was Backpfeifengesicht’s moment to shine.

(I… stopped checking sdw’s tumblr. For my own sense of self and stability. If she came up with a random german name, I was sure to throw in the towel.)

I wrote and wrote and wrote some more. I refused to let my friends see it for fear of jinxing the whole damn thing. I was nearly halfway through when I had a truly horrible day at work and the only thing that cheered me was to break my silence and share a bit of it with @forbiddenfantasies and @elizadunc - they were new to my whining in ways that Slips, Nire, Luthien and Firesign had grown immune to.

Their response?

Though I was still in a mindset more like:

FF: Sami, stop freaking out.

Sami: I CAN’T.

I looped in the rest of my friends, so they could beta and also convince me not to bin the entire thing all over again. It was the work of SIX PEOPLE to keep me from giving up this whole damn thing.

SIX PEOPLE.

At last, the story was done and I landed somewhere between:

and

Don’t believe me?

I kept my eye out for sdwolfpup. If she was watching, she was being clever about it. 

I edited. 

My friends and wonderful betas tried to talk me down off the ledge. Repeatedly.

I made myself wait to post anyway, and not without one last freak out.

AND

SHE

DID

But hey, she also said:

Gee... I wonder how that happened?

@forbiddenfantasies1​ - you are a filthy liar and the goddamn best <3 This story would not exist without you or sdwolfpup’s fic-blocking ways. My love and my echoing screams of despair to you both. 

[amazinglydumb]

So i totally forgot that i did my first cosplay last week, here you have the few pics i had taken and some context behind this absolute clusterfuck of a Costume.

First we need context, picture me, someone who knows jack shit about doing cosplay wanting to do something for Halloween 2019, so i decided to do a No Face cosplay from Spirited Away, since y’know, it looked simple enough, a mask, gloves and a lot of black cloth, but oh boy i never thought i’d only get to wear it 2 years later.

yea that looks simple enough

So i started this for that halloween and i made the mask first since it seemed to be the biggest piece and most time consuming, here’s a pic of me doing it with my hand for scale

basically took a giant styrofoam sheet, cut it to shape and then covered it in drywall paste since i though’t it’d be a nice texture

i then proceeded to haphazardly mangle an old jockey hat, fuse it into the back of the mask and use it to prop it up for a test, also made the mouth hole since i needed that to see

With that done i did nothing else for the next 2 years since i had no event to use it for and y’know, Covid-19 and shit, but hey it was progress!

here’s me believing i would finish it by next halloween.

Of course that didn’t happen, as soon as 2020 started it also brought Covid-19 with it to my country, so yeah that year was gone.....

THEN 2 weeks ago a friend told me she wanted help with a stand on a geek/anime fair so i decided to finish it, since all i needed was cloth.

now begins my process of trying to finish it in less than a week for that event.

I got a cheap plastic basket and some wooden model sticks to make a dome to place the cloth over and just mashed everything together into the inside of the mask with aluminum wire untill it looked rigid enough.

looks fantastic doesn’t it? also i had to sow a metal wire ring inside the hat for better stability, also added a piece of thin cloth to the mouth so you couldn’t see my eyes.

Oh also THERE’S A METAL PLATE INSIDE THE HAT, that was bc it wouldnt stay aligned with the mask so i placed that plate inside the hat and used aluminum wire to hold it against the mask, it works! but it also leaves a nasty mark on your forhead if you don’t put some padding on it!. With that done and some insane ammount of cloth that wasn’t enough since i didn’t buy enough (i literally scrapped this shit together NGL) it was ready to be made into a Cosplay! but i have no sewing skills?!?! so being the crazy bitch that i am what did i use??

 YOU GUESSED IT. MORE ALUMINUM WIRE

i’m being serious, i literally wired the cloth to the edges of the mask with a bunch of aluminum wire and pretty much everything else too.

then i just got some black fancy gown gloves, slapped everything together and VOILA 

Picture courtesy of my sister who helped me placing the cloth the right way.

No Face Gang represent

Hey there sexy!  

I seriously debated over using stockings and heels inside the costume to do the thing but i didn’t have time, this picture was taken literally the day prior to the event and i still hadn’t done the final touches.

i then added some more light cloth on top to give it more dimension and finished it at 4 AM, ready to get up at 7 AM to go to the event with my friend..... 

yaaaay......

but you know what? totally worth it.

And here we have the final version! being photographed by my dear friend whom i came to join selling wares on her store!  (yes i did help her selling stuff and i even sold some earrings as No Face, it was quite the sale i tell you!)

Had i known so many people wanted pictures with me i would have asked them to tag me! i remember counting at the very least 40 different people asking for a picture with No Face, and while it felt a little embarrasing since i’d never done this before it was also such a nice feeling to make so many people happy and giddy with my work!.

 But alas i stuck to my character and never once spoke while being No Face, only did gestures and bows when people asked me for a picture, they also enjoyed that, a silent and shy No Face.

I did however come across one lady who tagged the event on her IG post and i was able to find this! it made me so happy to know someone thought of this to be cool enough to share on their page! i of course censored it since it was in her IG account and i just stole it for this post.

AND LOOK

Someone even gave me a bottle of water!  

It was honestly such a lovely experience, one i look foward to having again Bc you bet i’ll be wearing this again for future events. And believe me i’ll keep working on this cosplay to make it better for future events and maybe even do more characters! who knows, i certainly dont!

But i do know one thing, i now know why people love to do cosplay, and i love seeing the work that goes beind some awesome Cosplay i’ve seen over the years.

I also encourage others to do so if they’ve never done it before, i mean, look at what i managed with basically a bunch of random items and a sudden burst of energy and dedication!  Cosplay is fun, i learned that last week, and you should too!

[prism-rush]

King of Prism Road to SSS 4: Joji the Joker

This is Joji’s character story from Road to SSS 4. It runs parallel to the Road to SSS 4 event story so you may want to read that first:

Road to SSS 4 Main Story Translation

Translator’s notes: At the time when this first came out it kinda blew me away because it was the most dialogue The Shuffle has ever had. (Actually that might still be true haha but anyway.) So little was known about The Shuffle at the time that even the game couldn’t keep them straight. Mitsuba is the one who “can only hit straight” because his hobby is shooting, and it’s a reference to his voice actor as well. But in the original version it was Mondo and I have the proof here. At some point between when I first read this story initially and a year later when I’m translating it now, they quietly fixed it. Hah. 

Joji: Mmmmm ❤ (Shall I secrete some pheromones~ ❤ )

 Passersby: EEEE! / IT’S JOJI! / JOJI-KUN!!

Joji: Thank you for your support everyone!

But you shouldn’t go causing such a commotion.... Instead of waiting around for me outside in the cold, I hope you can see me on stage next time☆

Fans: Okaaaay! 

Joji: Yay, thank you! 

(Backstage)

Joji: .....AHH! I’M BEAT! (It took so much effort just to get into the studio with everyone crowding around me.) 

Being as sexy as me should be a crime. But it’s not. Oh well.☆ 

Welp, let’s have a look-see at the script… Oh? This girl is a really popular model! Hmm hmm! She would be just perfect for my partner!☆ 

(It’s not like I’m actually serious about being in the duo tournament anyway... I’m just doing it because the director told me to. But I will take the opportunity to search for a partner.) 

Hmm hmm. As soon as I turn on my usual charm, that cutie model will be wrapped around my finger!☆

Tsurugi: Um… the duo partner for the tournament….

Mitsuba: Is supposed to be a male idol, right…?

Kokoro: Yeah, that’s right.

Mondo: …But Joji is only inviting girls…?

Ace: …He’s clearly just using it as an excuse to talk to girls. Even though the director is already mad at him, he never knows when to quit. 

Joji: Hey hey, honey pie! Let’s do our best today☆

Model: Oh.... Joji.... san...? Huh, what’s going on. All of a sudden my heart is beating really fast.... !?

Joji: Heheh don’t be shy. You know you want a piece☆

(Later)

Joji: And... done! Yep yep! I got the girl’s number today too☆ 

And... some dude’s number as well. I have to pretend I’m actually searching for a partner for the duo tournament, after all. GAahhhhhah but is the director REALLY going to make me do street style? And as a duo! There’s nobody good enough to partner with me in the first place! 

Mondo: Good work today, Joji!

Tsurugi: You really wore yourself out! 

Mitsuba: But that’s why you’re our leader!

Kokoro: You’re the best there is! 

Joji: Yes, yes, of course. I’m always at the top of my game. 

Tsurugi: And by the way, Joji...

Mitsuba: About the duo tournament! You were talking about how...

Kokoro: ...you haven’t decided on...

Mondo: .....your partner yet, have you!?

Joji: Huh? Not at all! And I’m not planning to! If I absolutely have to pair with someone, I’m fine with pairing with any one of you. 

Tsurugi: R-REALLY!?

Mitsuba: Well in that case..! Hey, everyone!

Kokori: We should decide this fair and square! 

Mondo: Agreed. We have to decide this fairly. 

Joji: Huuh? What are you guys going on about? ...Oh, that girl in that magazine over there is so cute!

Tsurugi: So, Joji! How about a bowling tournament!

Joji: Sure sure, whatever you say. 

Mondo: Ace can’t be on stage with you at the same time, so it will be between the four of us....

Kokoro: And whoever wins gets to be your partner! 

Mitsuba: We’ll all give our all! 

(Later) 

Kokoro: And so, I hereby declare the first ever Joji’s Partner Contest Bowling Tournament officially underway! 

The Shuffle: YAAAY! 

Joji: Wait. You were actually serious about the bowling thing!? Well, whatever I guess. All I gotta do is just name whoever wins as my partner, right? So, good luck then. 

The Shuffle: OKAY!!

Joji: ....But what should I do in the meantime? 

Tsurugi: Well, why don’t you bowl with us too?

Joji: Bowling, huh... Well, I guess it’s not a bad idea to enjoy something ordinary once in a while ♪ 

But, you guys! If you have me participate I’ll just end up overshadowing you all, won’t I? So today I think I’ll keep myself behind the scenes. Just for you guys! 

Mondo: Yeah, you’re right. 

Mintsuba: That’s our leader! Always thinking of us! 

Joji: Heheh, don’t make me blush♪ (Just kidding. I can’t be bothered to actually break a sweat on my day off. Aaah if only I wasn’t stuck here I could be on a date with a cute girl right nowwww. Well, whatever. I suppose as leader, looking after my pathetic underlings is just part of the job, right?) So, I’ll be the host and the referee then! Everyone, do it up!

The Shuffle: All right! Here we go! 

Joji: Alright then umm.... first up is Kokoro! 

Kokoro: Alright, leave it to me! Huah! 

*rolling*

*clunk*

*rolling*

Joji: Oohhh my. After all that force it just ended up in the gutter! 

Kokoro: What!?

Joji: No worries. That’s just how the cookie crumbles☆ Alright, who’s next!? Do your best! Oh, Mitsuba, how about you?

Mitsuba: Alright, leave it to me. Bowling is my specialty... here goes!

Joji: Ohh! The ball is rolling pretty straight! A split. It would take some serious skill to turn this into a spare….

Mitsuba: ...Hmph!

Joji: Too bad! It’s going straight down the middle again!

Tsurugi: By the way Mitsuba, you’re also good at shooting aren’t you?

Kokoro: And darts!

Mondo: But those are all sports where you just hit straight down the center….

*ball keeps rolling*

Mondo: Aaah! My second throw is a zero…

Joji: I see. Even with bowling you can only aim straight. Alright, alright, let’s keep going! Chop chop! Next up Mondo--

Mondo: ....Hiyah! 

*thump*

*steady rolling sound*

Joji: Hmmm. You knocked over... 6 pins? Not bad. Alright, last up is Tsurugi. 

Tsurugi: Here I come! Huaaaaahhh!!

*crash*

Joji: ....!! A strike!

Tsurugi: Eheh. I did it!

Joji: (No way. Not even I’ve ever managed a strike... Nah nah, this was just dumb luck. Yeah, dumb luck, that’s all.☆) You know, I’m getting pretty tired of commentating for you guys. 

...Oh, cute girl spotted.☆ Target... locked! And.... secrete! 

Girl: !! EEE! 

Joji: Ahhh... this is the life. I needed a recharge after being stuck with those guys all day.

(Finally, the game reached its conclusion.)

Joji: Alriiiight, I’ll skip the formalities and get straight to the point. Yadda yadda yadda, you all did your best, but now... 

It’s time to announce the results!

The Shuffle: YAAAAY!

Joji: In 1st place… Kokoro!

Kokoro: YeeeEAAAAAAAHHH! I DID IT!!!! I’m going to go practice street style right away!!

Joji: In 2nd place… Mondo!

Mondo: Dammit… I was so close…

Joji: And in 3rd and 4th place… wellnobodyreallycaresbut… Mitsuba and Tsurugi! 

Mitsuba: ...Darn it!

Tsurugi: Bowling is actually really hard.

Ace: Oh ho...

Joji: So, therefore, the best partner for me is… 

The 2nd place winner, Mondo!

Kokoro and Mondo: WHAAT?!

Kokoro: But but but but why?! I was number one!

Joji: But… we never exactly decided that 1st place would make you my partner… After all, if I made the number one player into my partner, it could take some of the spotlight off of me! Therefore, my partner is number two!

Kokoro: That’s not fair...

Mondo: Thank you so much!! I’ll work really hard!

Joji: Yeah yeah, do your best. (Like it matters. I won’t be in the duo tournament anyway. I’ll just conveniently delay telling the director that I have a partner.)

(A few days later, at Schwarz Rose...)

Joji: D... director? You called for me? But what is he doing here...

Jin: Good evening. Alexander Yamato. Joji Takadanobaba. The two of you--

(End. Continued in the Road to SSS 4 main story.)

[a-dreaming-artist]

Take Your Heart- Chapter 2

Its alright

The message felt different, something about it was off, Akira just couldn’t figure out what it was. Was something wrong? Is he upset?

“Akira.” Makoto’s voice brought him back to the real world, not the one inside his phone that contained Ryuji’s odd text. Akira looked over at her, she had a concerned yet serious expression.

“Did you hear what I said?” Akira shook his head, he had completely blocked out the outside world. Makoto sighed, “It’s alright, it wasn’t anything very important…”

“Sorry, Ryuji text me and I decided to respond instead of just leaving him hanging..”

“By texting I assume you mean sending one message and staring at your phone for five minutes straight.”

Five minutes? Akira didn’t realize it had been that long.

“Is everything alright? You looked worried over whatever Ryuji sent.”

Akira nodded and showed her his phone.

“He just wanted to hang out.. but I told him I was with you and he said it’s alright”

“So what’s wrong?”

“Something feels different about it…”

Makoto gave him a confused look, it was a text message, how could he tell something was different from anything else he has sent?

“I’m probably overthinking things” Akira put his phone away and smiled, “now what were you saying earlier? Everything you say is important”

It was late now, the sun had set and the streets were becoming less busy. Akira was alone at the train station, Morgana decided to stay home with Sojiro after he offered Morgana leftover curry.

It’s alright

What was so weird about that text? Everything seemed normal at first glance, but for some reason Akira couldn’t shake the feeling something was wrong. Once he boarded, Akira pulled out his phone and texted Ryuji.

“Are you feeling ok?”

Akira waited for a response, but after ten minutes it seemed like Ryuji was never going to answer back.

Maybe he’s asleep

Akira put his phone away and got off the train, walking all the way back to Leblanc. He entered the cafe and saw Sojiro grabbing his hat.

“Oh there you are, perfect timing, I’m heading home. If you want something to eat make something, just be sure to clean up your mess.”

Akira nodded and watched as Sojiro exited the cafe. Morgana was sitting on one of the barstools, licking his paw.

“You were gone longer than usual” Morgana stated looking up at Akira, “What did you and Makoto do?”

“We just talked and went for a walk” Akira sat in the barstool next to Morgana’s and rest his forehead on the counter

“You should probably go to bed, it’s late”

“Ya I know” Akira responded, but didn’t move. He just wanted to think for awhile, even if it was in an uncomfortable position that hurt his back.

He wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but it was long enough for him to doze off. He had only been asleep for a minute or two before his phone went off. Akira looked down to see the message

“Sorry I fell asleep. I’m fine, why do you ask?”

Ryuji had finally text back

“No reason, I just was being paranoid for no reason. Your text felt off was all”

“It did? Huh. Well I’m alright, don’t worry about me”

Akira turned off his phone and stood up. Ryuji says he’s alright so he’ll believe him. He walked up to his room and changed clothes before laying on his bed. Morgana soon jumped in bed after him.

Ann invited everyone over to her house one weekend to have a sleepover together, however only a few people could make it. Ryuji, Akira, Futaba, Shiho, Yusuke and Haru were the only ones who ended up coming.

“Ok everyone! All of us are here which means we can start!”

“I brought my switch! We could play Super Smash Bros!” Futaba smiled happily while showing off her switch, “I made sure to bring my extra controllers!”

“Oh hell ya! I’ll beat all of you at it!” Ryuji yelled, and in response Futaba let out a dramatic gasp

“You think you can beat me, the champion of Smash Bros??”

“I don’t think. I know I can.” Ryuji stated confidently.

Ryuji lost to Futaba, 0-8. He groaned loudly once the announcer had signaled the end of the match. Futaba cheered, throwing her hands in the air.

“I am still undefeated!!”

“Hey Akira almost beat you!”

“True… but he didn’t so it doesn’t count” Futaba laughed before setting her controller down, “Alright I’m done for now, I need to charge the controls anyway”

While Futaba put the switch away Ann entered the room with a bowl of popcorn.

“Ok! I have an idea! Why don’t we all play truth or dare?” Ann exclaimed and sat down, setting the bowl in the middle of everyone.

“Oh that sounds fun” Haru smiled, reaching for a a few pieces of popcorn.

“Ehhh” Ryuji and Futaba said at the same time, giving Ann a skeptical look.

“It’ll be fun I promise!”

“What if someone just refuses to answer a question or do a dare? Would kinda defeat the purpose of playing” Ryuji asked, hoping this face would change her mind

“If they refuse to do what they’re told they’ll be a punishment! As for what that punishment is, I’ll come up with it later”

Ryuji and Futaba reluctantly agree to play, only to make Ann happy truthfully.

“Alright!! Then I’ll go first!! Shiho, truth or dare” Ann looked towards Shiho, grinning wide.

“Oh uh… truth?”

“Do you love me?”

“Ann we’re dating”

“I know I just gotta make sure” Shiho laughed a little

“Yes. I love you”

“Yaaaay!” Ann exclaimed happily, hugging Shiho.

“Oh come on that was lame! You gotta ask good questions!” Cried Futaba, crossing her arms.

“It was a good question, I needed to hear her say she loves me. Now, it’s your turn Shiho!”

“Oh ok um.. Ryuji, truth or dare?”

“Truth. I don’t trust none of you, sorry Shiho”

“That’s alright….. are you a phantom thief?”

Ryuji sucked in to quickly, causing him to choke. Everyone’s glared at Ryuji, his loudness had finally gotten them caught. Before Ryuji could answer Shiho laughed.

“I’m kidding! The look on your face was really funny.” Ryuji sighed and put on a fake laugh

“Ya really funny. What’s your dumb truth?”

“Ok ok… do you really have a crush on Akira?”

Oh no, is it too late to answer the previous question?

“H-Hah, uh what? Are you for real right now?” Ryuji took a quick glance at Akira, and his face hasn't changed. It was still the same emotionless expression, the one he used when trying to hide.

Shiho looked over at Akira and panic took over her.

“Oh my gosh I forgot Akira was here, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to ask- that wasn’t- I got caught up in the moment and I-“

“Hey it’s alright, calm down. I don’t know what Futaba has been telling you, but no I don’t have a crush on Akira”

Ann looked at Ryuj frowning. She knew he was lying, and according to the rules she made he was supposed to be punished, but.. she could make an exception. If Ryuji wasn’t ready to tell him then she wasn’t gonna make him.

“Geez the tension in here is so thick I could cut it with a knife.” Futaba said, breaking the silence that had fallen onto the room.

“Sorry it’s my fault…” Shiho mumbled, looking down.

“Hey don’t talk like that, I said it’s fine. Come on let’s continue. Haru, truth or dare?”

“Dare!”

The game continued for awhile, resulting in quite a few videos being taken of everyone doing something stupid. It seemed the incident from earlier had never happened, however Ryuji’s answer to the question from earlier never left Akira’s mind

[coffeelouis]

does anyone even care that i’m doing these? oh well, here are this month’s fics! now, i thought i read a little less than average, as most of the month was spent consuming the monster that is red hands, but then i counted and i was actually right on track! look @ me, what a gem ✨

additionally, i’ve decided to start starring my favorites (i’ve gone back and done that one for previous ones too) so yaaaay 

⭐ so many birthdays (that i missed) by @tofiveohfive Louis doesn’t know nearly enough about science and the cosmos to explain how every atom in his being stands to attention; how his body immediately knows who he’s bumped into.It’s somewhat underwhelming when the first word he hears out of Harry’s mouth after twelve months is, “Oh.”AU inspired by Julia Michaels’ Into You

please forgive me if my lips quake by @disgruntledkittenface

Hi ! Got your number from your cat Lou. Just want to make sure they’re not lost, only visiting

Harry’s pet cat wing-womans her into a date.

⭐ Truly, Madly, Deeply (10 Things I Hate About You) by @sunsetmog

The first Louis had heard of Harry auditioning for X Factor was the night he’d turned up on Louis’ doorstep the day before leaving for Boot Camp, with a DVD and an illicit bottle of vodka.

Thing was, Louis hated secrets, and he really hated being made a fool of, and he really, really hated Harry Styles.

or: the one in which they’re all in sixth form together, and Harry auditions for X Factor without them.

snippits of the baby fic by @bananasandboots

Harry found out he got his ex pregnant the day after he realized and confessed to Louis (and slept with him) that he’d been in love with him for quite some time. It was actually in Louis’ POV which I’d never done before, and Harry makes the tough choice to try and make things work with the ex, and then flash forward about a year to when the ex has left him again (and the baby) and Harry has to deal with the fact that he’s still in love with Louis while trying to be respectful of the fact that he kind of broke Louis’ heart and Louis wouldn’t take kindly to him making another move again.

[this is an unconventional choice as the fic is not finished so i was really just reading the drabbles she’s posted because she doesn’t intend to finish but it was really good anyway so i’m including it]

All’s Fair in Love and Laundry by @larrymylove

“What the fuck are you wearing there, mate?” A female voice asked, laced with amusement.

Harry gritted her teeth and gripped a t-shirt tightly in her hands as she replied in a taut voice, “Look, I’ve had a long day and this is all that was clean. So I’m obviously doing laundry. Also, obviously, I’m not in the mood to defend my fashion choices right now after said long day, so…”

“Whatever,” the voice said, “You look like you’re wearing a fucking parachute. A fucking parachute with cats on.”

Harry has run out of clothes to wear. So she puts on the hideous nightgown Gemma got her for Christmas and prays no one sees her as she makes a mad dash to the laundry room to fix her clothing situation. Of course, the universe hates her (or maybe loves her) because in walks the most beautiful girl Harry has ever seen. Banter and teasing ensue and maybe a bit of romance too. And maybe, just maybe, that ugly nightgown wasn’t such a bad thing after all.

i gotta get better! by @dystopianharry

harry’s sex life has been pretty nonexistent since he broke up with his last non-soulmate boyfriend. after a chance encounter with someone online, he decides to enlist them to help him out. no strings attached, obviously.

or soulmates can feel each others’ pain and harry has some kinks he wants to explore.

unplugged by @dinosaursmate

“I’m so fucking horny, Louis.” Louis closed his eyes, taking a second to compose himself. That little prickle of arousal was swelling and it needed to be stopped. “Harry, we’re at work. Control yourself.” He opened his eyes and cocked his eyebrow. “If my boss catches you in here-” “Louis, you know as well as I do that all the managers are at a conference today,” Harry smirked. “And that means you are the most superior person in the building right now.” “Yeah, that’s true,” Louis laughed. - Harry and Louis didn’t have sex last night and Harry’s finding it difficult to cope.

so hot, give me your gasoline by @ballsdeepinjesus

Louis grins and cocks his head to the side, rolling his shoulder against the door. “Just wanted to get to the know the boy who was ogling my ass throughout the entirety of Act III, Scene IV.”

Harry blushes and toes his feet along the floor, biting his lip. In retrospect, he’s a little taken aback by his shamelessness throughout the play. He’s always been told that he’s quite single-minded, but he took it to another level tonight. He’s not sure he regrets it. He looks back up at Louis and trails his eyes over his body. No, he definitely doesn’t regret it.

[louis is hamlet. harry is an admirer.]

I’m Broken, Do You Hear Me? by @ropewithnoanchor

Louis starts acting weird and distant around Harry, and it takes Harry a little while to put together what’s wrong. When he finally does, he’s determined to help Louis see just how much he loves every piece of him.

You Watched Me Sink by @bananasandboots

They’ve discussed it a few times - the boyfriend thing. It’s not like it’s some forbidden, horrific, abandon hope all ye who talk about furthering the relationship sort of subject. They’re mature adults. They’re in tune with their feelings, their hearts’ desires, the way those butterflies swoop in their bellies whenever they so much as hold each other’s hands. They like each other. A lot. It’s mutual, they know. But for now, they’re just content to enjoy the simplicity of what they have, and what they have is great.

When dating in secret stops being enough, then they’ll discuss that too.

Or, the one where Harry teaches Sex Ed and sneaks around with the drama teacher, and doesn’t realize how out of tune he is with his true feelings until everyone else figures it out for him.

red hands by @dystopianharry​

“I’ve never told anyone,” Harry murmurs, voice so soft no one else would be able to hear, if it wasn’t just the two of them.

“But you’ve told someone,” Louis says firmly. “And that’s not gonna fucking happen around here. You don’t speak a word of it, or someone’s going to kill you, and we can’t let that happen.”

*

a dystopian au in which harry, an ex-soldier who’s escaped from his government run camp, accidentally stumbles across the biggest rebel movement in the country, and louis, one of the rebellion’s mysterious leaders who appears to hate him, seems to simultaneously have an obsession with keeping him alive. or: harry is wanted for treason, niall hasn’t changed in four years, liam is always smiling, and louis is angry. like, really angry.

sweet, sweet fate by @bottomlinsons​

Harry’s lived with a NSFW soulmark for almost twenty-five years now. When he finally meets the man responsible, he gives him a little piece of his mind.

as luck would have it by @bottomlinsons​

It’s intense, the realisation that these last five seconds are going to ruin his entire career. Everything he’s worked for, since he was fucking thirteen, is going to be gone. He’ll be disqualified, from the French team first, and from the Quibs right after. The press is going to tear him to fucking pieces.

He just wanted a fucking coffee.

(Or, Louis' about to play the biggest game of his life. A spiked cup of coffee and his old Hogwarts crush isn't gonna distract him.)

[destiel-love-forever]

Prompt Fill : Sam & Catboy!Gabe

For my 3000 followers prompt fest, anon asked: I would honestly lose my mind over a fic that shows more of the Sabriel side of “Dean’s Special Little Catboy.” It would be really amazing if they got their own spin-off fic, but I would settle for a one-shot that shows more of their relationship. Smut would be nice, but even just a glimpse of their day to day life would be great. 

- I’m too busy right now with my two multi-chapters so at the moment this will just be a collection of one-shots. Hope you enjoy! 

Read it here @ my ao3 ! 

Or press keep reading and read it on here! Thank you anon, and everyone else that sent me/sends me prompts. I love and appreciate you all so much, you have no idea. <3 

Sam Winchester has never felt so relieved for a work meeting to be over. It was a long, dry, pointless one. The kind where Sam just wants to scream at his clients to get their shit together. That's not what lawyers do, though, so instead he has to sit back and suffer in silence.

He's just thankful he finally got to start his own law office. He sets his own hours, picks his own staff, and decides what cases he wants. It even gives him time for pro bono cases.

Best of all? No one can give him shit for having his catboy at work.

When he enters his private office inside the firm, he finds his boy on the burgundy rug in front of the fireplace. He's laying on his belly with his little feet swaying in the air as he colors in the new Princess book Sam bought him this past week. A plate of carrot sticks, cheese, and crackers is beside him with his sippy cup full of juice.

Sam doesn't even close the door before he sees Gabriel's little cat ears perk. He hears a distant sniffing sound and then the catboy is up and running to him.

“Daaadddy!” He launches into Sam's arms, wrapping his skinny legs around his waist and wiry arms around his neck, squeezing. “I missed you soooooo much. You was gone fowevew!”

“I know. Daddy missed you too.”

He wiggles in excitement. “We go home now?”

“Daddy has a little more work to do. But if you're a really good boy, we can go to the park after.”

Gabriel's eyebrows raise. “And ice cweam?”

Sam laughs and plants a kiss on Gabriel's nose, making the kitten squirm and giggle. “Ice cream too.”

“Yaaaay!” He claps his hands and wiggles, a silent request for daddy to put him down.

When Sam puts him on his feet, he settles on his belly again and returns to coloring. It's a picture of Minnie Mouse holding a heart. He wants to write ‘I love you daddy’ but his little mind is hurting from trying to remember his lessons. His pink tongue sticks out of the corner of his mouth as he concentrates. It takes time but then he's finished.

He hops up and runs over to his daddy, tugging on his shirt sleeve to get his attention. Sam looks down to see his little one proudly holding the piece of paper colored in chaotic scribbles with I Luv U Dady in choppy handwriting.

Sam's heart skips. “Oh baby. I love it so much! Thank you.”

Gabriel puffs up with pride, cheeks turning pink. He fiddles with his pretty yellow dress, tiny fingers loving the feel of the tutu material against them. He loves being dressed in pretty things but he loves being nakey more. He wishes they were home already so he could strip down. He could take a nice warm bubble bath, and then daddy would lotion him up and make him smell all nice. Then he could snuggle nakey on daddy’s lap, feeling daddy’s big hands stroking his soft skin. Maybe keep his cock warm for a while. They could watch a movie.

He sighs. “Daddy, you done yets?”

“No, baby. I need maybe one more hour.”

“Bit I bowed.”

“Hi bored, I’m daddy.”

Gabriel frowns at his daddy, eyebrows pulling in. His daddy is always making terrible daddy jokes, and they usually get him to smile, but not today. He’s putting his tiny foot down. If he giggles and forgives him, he’ll be bored for another hour. If he continues to be angry and pouty, maybe daddy will decide to leave early. Or at least figure out a way to entertain him in the meantime.

Sure enough, his daddy looks sad and guilty. He reaches out and takes the kitten into his arms. Gabriel straddles his lap and places his two small hands on his daddy’s chest, kneading him.

“Do you want to keep daddy company while he writes his brief?”

Gabriel tilts his head at that last word. He’s heard it before. “Bwief means fast and showt. Dat dis?”

Sam smiles. “In a way. It’s fast and short compared to what the information actually is, but it’s not fast and short like it will be done quick. It’s gonna take me about an hour or so, bud.”

His bottom lip curls out, wet and plump, trembling with sadness. Sam can never resist that bottom lip. It gets Gabriel everything.

“Oh, baby boy.” He cradles the back of Gabriel’s head and guides that pouty lip to his mouth. The kitten shivers, then moans when his daddy licks along the seam of his lips. He opens and tilts his head. Sam takes advantage of the new position and begins to devour him. It’s been a few hours since he kissed his boy last. He had tasted like mint toothpaste and candy. Now, he tastes like his apple juice. Sam licks inside his mouth, tangling their tongue together, groaning at the rough texture of his kitten’s tongue against his.

He unzips his pants and fiddles with it to release his hard and aching cock. Gabriel gets up on his knees to give him more room to work, the kiss continuing. He’s not wearing any panties so all Sam has to do is pull out his sparkly pink plug. It’s a small one and his baby could probably use some prep, but Sam is too desperate. He breaks their kiss, latching his mouth onto the spot on Gabriel’s neck that drives the boy absolutely wild. He bites down hard, then sucks away the pain. When he feels a rush of slick covering his hand and dick, he uses it to lube up and slams into his kitten.

The noise Gabriel makes is loud and sharp, somewhere between a desperate keen and a cry for help. Sam doesn’t give him time to adjust. Gabriel wouldn’t want him to, anyway. The little one likes things on the rougher side most times. He likes to feel how big and strong his daddy is.

Tears streak down his face as his daddy fucks up into him. He huffs and pouts under his breath, sniffling and hiccuping. It doesn’t take long for his well-used hole to remember how to take his daddy, though. Then it’s fluttering open beautifully. Swallowing Sam whole. Taking him deep enough to make Gabriel feel him in his tummy. It took Sam seven months to be able to bury himself completely in Gabriel. It had been a frustrating process. Everyone thinks having a monster dick is great, but not when all you want to do is fuck the shit out of your tiny kitten and can’t.

The training was sure as hell fun, though.

And now, Gabriel takes him like a champ. Fucking loves his daddy’s monster cock. Loves the feel of being split open and stuffed full.

“Daddy, daddy,” the kitten whispers, riding him in frustration. Sam has stopped moving now. He’s grinning at his boy. It’s a teasing smile that Gabriel doesn’t think he likes much. “Daddy, move.”

“No. You’re here to keep me warm.”

The kitten looks up at him, sad brown eyes watery and red rimmed. “But - but- but we-”

“Hush.” Sam takes the back of his head and guides him forward until his face is in his neck. Gabriel sniffles and wraps his arms around his daddy’s neck, smearing his tears against the skin there. He feels a kiss pressed to his temple, eyes fluttering shut despite his anger. It’s really not that bad. Sure, daddy got him super horny, but daddy had to get him like that for his big cock to fit inside him. At least he gets to warm daddy’s cock now. Maybe he can even take a little kitten nap. Then daddy will fuck him for real, fill him up, plug him, and they can go to the park and eat ice cream.

Sighing in happiness with this new plan of action, Gabriel wiggles a little to get his daddy’s cock in a more comfortable spot, then relaxes into him and lets himself drift into a blissful rest.

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Gabriel wakes up to pure pleasure and the feeling of being full, full, full. He blinks open his sleepy eyes, looking down at his little kitty cock pressed against his daddy’s tummy. It’s drooling on daddy’s nice work shirt. He doesn’t know when daddy took his dress off but he’s not complaining. He just leans forward so his sensitive rose bud nipples get to feel the nice scritch scratch of his daddy’s shirt. When the sensation sends a zing up his spine, he shivers and moans.

“Oh, daddy.”

“What baby?”

“Feews soooooooo good.”

Sam grins down at him, loving the way his boy looks when he’s out of his mind with pleasure. The bright eyes full of tears. The bright pink cheeks. The constant twitching of his kitten ears. The way his pouty little mouth drops open in a perfect, pink ‘o’ that Sam just wants to fuck with his cock.

Leaning forward, he latches his mouth around one of those perfect perky nipples and sucks at it, harsh and fast. The kitten rocks on his cock, mewling. His claws dig into Sam’s chest but he doesn’t care. He just grunts through the pain and continues to fuck up into him.

His poor boy pussy flutters and retracts around daddy’s huge cock as he gets closer and closer to that explosion daddy always gives his belly. Sam can feel the shift and stands up, keeping Gabriel firmly on his cock. He lays the boy on his desk and leans over so he’s fucking into him hard. His little feet rest on Sam’s shoulders, the angle making him go impossibly deep and hit just the right spot every time he thrusts in.

With his next thrust, Gabriel yowls and shoots a load onto his little belly. One of his hands grabs his cocklet and starts rubbing at it like it wasn’t enough. “Needs you daddy. Need daddy’s commies in my bewwy.”

“I know, baby. Be patient.”

The little one whimpers and nods, his powdery pink prick already watering again from the rough abuse of his tiny hand against it. Sam traces the outline of his cock moving in his boy's belly. He shivers as he feels himself through the kitten's silky skin.

His kitten starts crying again, tugging at his kitty cock too hard in desperation. Sam moves his hand away to keep him from hurting himself and spits a glob down onto the boys smooth cock and hairless little balls. He uses it as lube and starts working his baby boy into his second orgasm.

“Come for daddy and I'll give you my commies.”

“Oooooh, yes daddy! Pwease!” He twitches his thin hips and gasps, cheeks and tips of his human ears turning pink, tail coming around to brush against his little cock that's being rolled between his daddy's two fingers. The feel of the hair tickling him is enough and he shoots watery little spurts of kitten come onto himself. Sam lets go of his cocklet and grabs his hips hard enough to bruise, slamming into him three times roughly before stilling and filling him.

Even after he pulls out, there's a tiny bulge in his kitten's soft tummy from where he dumped his load. He plugs his hole, then scoops him up to carry him to the adjoining bathroom. After he cleans and dresses his boy again, the sleepy kitten looks up at him, rubbing at an eye.

“We go pawk now? ‘N ice cweam?”

Sam laughs, ruffling his boys pretty blonde curls. “Of course, buddy. Let's go.”

[martianbugsbunny]

OUAT Thoughts Pt.49--Episodes 11-12

I have watched through S5E12; spoilers DNI. Also, spoiler warning for anyone further behind than I am.

—I am *officially* the stupidest human being on the fair face of the Earth. I actually believed they would let Rumple be good. What. An. Idiot.

—Really, I don’t see the reason. The only thing I can think of is that they needed his magic to make this Underworld storyline work, but they couldn’t come up with a creative way to give him magic as a hero. If he had stayed a hero, he still could’ve gone with them, because he mother-loving wanted to, not because he was under threat.

—I have been screeching like a wet pterodactyl for fifteen minutes. Nothing about these two episodes has been good. There is literally not a speck of good to be found.

—I even had to put up with Zelena, Cora, and Pan! All three of them in two episodes! Can I not get a break?

—At least Zelena has been flung back to Oz. Although I bet she’ll show up again when I least want her to.

—They actually killed Hook. I can’t believe it. But hey, if he gets back to Earth (there I go, being a fool again) and he and Emma get to share a heart, the romance might be worth it?

—Yeah, no. Somebody is going to be left behind. I would be most upset if it was Rumple, but I think the general audience might be mad enough at him at this point that the writers will avoid him. Maybe Regina? Snow? Hey, maybe they’ll go for the double whammy and have James kill David, which kills Snow White too because *they* share a heart! YAAAAY!!!!

—Speaking of James, Snow should’ve kneed him in the nuts.

—I can’t believe these grown-ass heroes thought it was a good idea to bring Henry into the Underworld. He is a child. For shame. And you know, it might’ve been nice for him and Roland to have some bonding time back in Storybrooke.

—The Underworld is a bad place. Very spooky, but not in a fun way.

—Can I just mention real quick that I adore the way Rumple says ‘Dunbroch’? HIs accent is so cute.

—Cora getting her punishment is one of the highlights of my evening. She had it coming.

—Henry Sr.’s death is one of the most beautiful moments we’ve had in a little while. He got to see Regina being a hero, and he got to meet Henry Jr. I loved it.

—I just don’t know what to do with myself. I love Rumple, he’s got a Thanksgiving-pie-slice-sized piece of my heart, and he occupies about 50% of my thoughts, but I feel like the writers kinda screwed him over. There could’ve been a better way to give him magic. His relationship with Belle would finally have been genuine. He would get some growth for once. I think a lot of the time, even at times when the story is more focused on him, he’s used as a means to other characters’ ends. He’s used as a placeholder villain, a vehicle to get the heroes from one flavor of the month villain to the next. This is all just to give Emma a legitimate excuse to go after Hook, without seeming like *she* is making the same mistake as before.

—At the same time, it also feels like the writers didn’t recognize how well they had done crafting him as a hero. He was terribly raw, and vulnerable, and compelling. He was one of the most interesting ex-villains I’d ever seen, in just a few episodes, because his regret and his self-hatred and his pain was so incredibly, exquisitely well portrayed. Like, just thinking of it takes my breath away.

—Also, logically, his heart was pure. It’s not like he was still in a blank slate phase. He was more like Emma, who was able to resist the darkness even as the Dark One, because his heart was literally the purest heart possible. A heart like that shouldn’t even be tempted by darkness, so it doesn’t make sense.

—My first option is that he is the pet character of some writer. You know, the kind of writer who can only see what *they* want for the character, their original plan, and can’t see the organic changes that have occurred in the character (because contrary to what the Author thought, characters have life of their own and they do whatever the hell they want). The second option is that new writers were brought in who only looked at the surface of Rumple’s character and saw ‘big bad’ and never bothered to look at the significant, deep content behind his villainous actions. I don’t really care which. Either way, the writers have slipped.

—Belle is going to find out at some point. Therefore I would like to propose a clean break. Belle leaves Storybrooke to go see the world, more power to her. Rumple either reforms FR this time, for the love of mud, and settles down with someone nice, or gets an equally-bad/grey partner who will love him for his evil shenanigans. Give him a boyfriend, give him a girlfriend, just make them make sense and make them better than Rumbelle.

—This. This is the Hades they think we want? This little noodle of a man with his icky bare feet and his lack of a black toga? With his stupid tiny plaza instead of a big-ass black rock palace? THIS IS THE HADES WE GET?!!?!?! I wanted fat, fruity, well-dressed Hades!!!!

If you stuck around through all the musings on Rumple, you are stout of heart. I spend a lot of time thinking about him, so I have a lot to say; and he’s important to me, so I spend a lot of time saying it. And I’m very disappointed in the way he’s been written recently, so I’ve just spent a lot of time bothering about it.

[internetremix]

Did any of you guys go to art college or art school? If so, do you have any advice for that? (Portfolio, applying, all that nonsense.)

Hi anon! Kristen here, this has been sitting in our askbox for a bit and now I finally have time to answer it. Warning this is very long, as are most things I type. I’m also gonna hit up other Artsy IR members to see if they have any thoughts.

I went to art college- Kendall College of Art and Design, starting back in 2008 and graduated in 2012. I went for traditional illustration because I wanted to do children’s books, though I also self-taught myself digital illustration and applied a lot of what I learned to said digital work. I have a Bachelor’s degree, yaaaay.First of all, if you really want to go into art as a career, there are some things you should consider. 10 years out from when I applied to art school, we’re living  in a different world. Art school is a lot of money and student loans are a monster I’ll be stuck battling for some time... and now-a-days, that stuff isn’t really necessary. There are a variety of online tutorials and courses you can take for free or for considerably cheaper. There are thousands of art communities, and with hard work and good networking you can make it just as far if not farther than someone with a degree. We’re very much in an age where being a self-made entrepreneur is considerably easier than it ever was before. So you need to throughly consider if the price tag is worth it to you.Art school does do a few things. A good school should have some solid foundational classes that give you the chance to experiment in everything and often force you to do so. If I hadn’t gone to art school, I probably wouldn’t have tried traditional watercolor work at all, and that’s what got me my first serious illustration job. Also a good school should give you access to professors who have been in your industry who can give you solid advice and also, gasp, connections.

Connections are a pretty vital thing, especially depending on what you want to go into. I’m not an expect on animation, but from what I know a lot of people who are currently working in the field got their start at California Institute of the Arts. Depending on where you are in the world, if you’re in a hotspot for whatever industry you want to go into, a big name school can be a major help for you. If you don’t really live in a place where that’s an option, i.e. you’re me and you live in the void  Michigan, you’re not paying for as many networking opportunities, so you may want to seriously consider if art school is worth it.

Art school also gives you the benefit to really focus on art hard if you play your cards right. I was able to go it full time due to grants and scholarships, which was intense but definitely pushed me through some major improvements. However, I knew other students who worked full time on top of being in school full time, and they didn’t get as much out of it. The big thing about art school, as is the case with any school, is you really only get what you put into it. Your professor can show you all the techniques in the world, but until you know what that technique feels like in your own hands, it’s useless.If you decide to go for a school, be sure to look into things like post-graduation hiring rates. Also ask current students there how they feel about the school- depending on the department at Kendall, people had very different things to say and they weren’t always positive. Thoroughly consider where you want to specialize, different schools will have different specialities even if they supposedly offer a bit of everything.

If you’re unsure on your speciality, that’s okay! Definitely still take foundational classes either online or perhaps at a community college. The more you experiment, the closer you will get to finding what you want, and that will make art school a lot more useful to you when you decide to enroll.

If you ever take any art class, ever, and it’s something you want to do for a career, take that shit seriously. I know I said up there “you get what you put into it” but I gotta say it again. My first year of art school I was going through a lot (not entirely my fault) but I also took several classes not terribly seriously because I was like “whatever man I don’t want to do this, this isn’t my major.” In retrospect I thoroughly regret not paying more attention in those classes, because those foundations would have helped a lot with struggles I had later on. If you want to do art as a career, you gotta REALLY want it and you gotta really focus.

I can’t really tell you if art school is right for you or not. I personally don’t regret my time there or my slightly scary debt, but I also benefitted from some grants to make my loans at least manageable and a number of other factors have gotten me to the point where I’m a full time freelance illustrator.If you decide to go for art school, check the portfolio requirements for every place you apply to. Different places will have different requirements. For me, I was required to have over half my work showing off my various foundational skills- still lifes are good, life drawing is good, oooh look ma I can use pastels AND I’ve got a tablet and can do digital stuff wowowowowow. I was told to try to keep anything cartoony/stylized down to a few pieces- unless you’ve received A TON of positive feedback about your personal style I wouldn’t use it too much because you’re probably still developing and that style’s gonna change A TON as you go through school.

Keep an eye on the acceptance rate at the school. If it’s EXTREMELY HIGH, that may show a lack of standards. This is actually bad because this means the school is basically letting people show up, taking their money, and then going “welp here’s your degree, good luck somehow getting a job in an EXTREMELY competitive field.”

Another thing you may want to ask is hey, how well does this school prepare you for marketing yourself once you get out of school. Most people I know who graduated from Kendall don’t have art jobs, and the primary reason for this is our teaching for self-marketing was really not great.

Whether you decide to go to art school or not, here’s some stuff you should really be working on if you want to go into art or get better at it:

FIGURE DRAWING plz. Please do figure drawing. Honestly, the more realistic you do with this, the better. “But Kristen I wanna do cartoons!” I get it, I do too. However, learning realistic anatomy actually benefits cartoony stuff a lot. Once you get a feel for how something actually works and is proportioned, it’s easier to exaggerate and adjust proportions without making it look weird. Draw a figure standing enough times and you’ll get a feel for how weight is positioned, and that means when you make those legs noodles they won’t look awkward. This website is a great tool for online figure drawing work for you to practice on your own, I highly recommend it! Or sit down and do it with a friend, it’s fun!“But Kristen, figure drawing is booooori-” Then once you’re done drawing the figure, make it a character. I actually have a lot of figure drawing and gestures that I turned into IR characters because I’m very cool.PRACTICE DIFFERENT BODY SHAPES BOYOPERSPECTIVE This one I am a lot worse at. But this has some good points on perspective. What I like to do is find a photo of a room or something and try to draw it to the best of my ability, then add my OCs to it. I LOATHE the perspective part but it’s good practice and usually at the end you have a nice day-in-the-life kinda feel to things, it’s like “wow my characters exist in a world instead of white space amazing.”Do some COLOR SWATCH CHALLENGES!

Also just... try everything. Even stuff you hate the first time. I hated watercolor when I first did it, but as I said before, that’s what I got my first job doing.

Above all else, make sure you draw every day. If you want to do art as a career or just want to get better at the hobby- the difference between someone who makes this thing a career and someone who doesn’t is the person who cares about it so much that they make time for art even when life is chaos around them.

I have other thoughts but this is long enough as is. Uh, thanks for coming to my TED Talk and I hope you find this useful, haha.-Kristen