#you just get to have it as is instead LMAO

[alsofoundinpeas]

The View from Here

Summary: After a few chance encounters, Spencer finds himself developing a crush on Y/N. When he discovers she lives across from him, he spends countless hours admiring her from a distance, too nervous to make the first move. But when her package is mistakenly delivered to his door, it sparks the beginning of something more than just a crush and stolen glances through the window.

CONTENT WARNINGS: 18+ MDNI!! This fic is intended for adult audiences. This could be considered dubcon (Spencer watches reader through her window but doesn't realize that she actually wants him to) so please be aware of that! Masturbation (both m and f). Use of a sex toy/penetrative use of a sex toy (f!receiving). Perv!Spencer (he means well truly, but alas he is a man) but also a hint of Perv!Reader (since she's intentionally doing things to grab his attention?? I'm not quite sure how to label that I'm sorry!!) Themes of voyeurism/exhibitionism (they both watch each other get off). Sub!Spencer (gotta squint for it now but it'll be more prevalent in part two). Both fluffy and smutty

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader/afab!reader

A/N: This was started to fill a request for sub!Spencer but I got carried away forgive me LMAO but part two is almost complete and will be out soon :') I wrote this with season two Reid in mind before the writers (further) traumatized the absolute fuck out of him. This is a bit different from my usual writing, so I truly hope you guys enjoy it! As always, please let me know what you guys think and if you do enjoy it then please like, reblog, and share it with your friends. <3 I truly do appreciate each and every single one of you and the feedback I get from you guys, I promise :') <3 Thank you and I love you all!! :)

The door slammed behind him as Spencer stormed into his apartment, tossing his satchel onto the couch with an angry groan. The stress of work had been wearing him down for weeks, but today had pushed him over the edge.

He’d just wrapped up the reports for their latest case and was on his way to deliver them to Hotch when an oblivious agent from the sex crimes unit collided with him. The force sent the cup of scalding coffee in her hands flying, drenching him and his case files. Instead of responding to her blubbered apologies, he had just stomped off to the bathroom to clean himself and calm down. Not only was it painful and humiliating, but it also destroyed all of his hard work. Work he'd now have to redo tomorrow.

Spencer exhaled sharply, fingers raking through his hair as he trudged toward the bedroom. All he wanted was to strip off his coffee-stained clothes and lose himself in the pages of his new book, anything to escape the tension of the day. Once inside, he moved to close the curtains but stopped short, his eyes landing on something unexpected just before he pulled them shut. His body went rigid, his heart racing as an unfamiliar warmth spread through him. He blinked, barely able to believe what he was seeing.

There, in the apartment directly across from his bedroom window, was Y/N.

Spencer had bumped into her a handful of times—their first meeting happening at the library just down the street when they'd both reached for the same book, then a few chance encounters after that at his favorite coffee shop, and the most recent interaction being one of the most mortifying moments of his life.

He’d stumbled over the sidewalk on his way to work, and he’d never wanted to disappear into the ground more than in that moment. But she had been there, her smile warm and gracious as she helped him gather the scattered books and case files that had spilled from his satchel, her kindness leaving him flustered and breathless. He’d been captivated by her the first time they met, but it was that moment that truly cemented his fascination with her.

Spencer’s breath caught in his throat when he realized how wrong it was to be watching her through her bedroom window. But despite the guilt creeping in, he couldn’t bring himself to look away. It was as if he were under some kind of spell, captivated by the sight of her spinning around her room, carefree and radiant.

She wore a loose t-shirt that slipped off one shoulder and the tiniest pair of shorts he’d ever seen, completely at ease in her own space. She held something in her hand, singing into it like a microphone, completely lost in the music. Spencer didn’t realize when it happened, but a smile tugged at his lips, the stress of the day forgotten as he watched her. Her joy was so genuine and infectious that it pulled at him in ways he hadn’t expected, leaving him momentarily breathless.

His thoughts were interrupted when Y/N twirled around, singing as she faced her window. Spencer released a startled yelp, frantically yanking the curtains shut before she could catch him staring. His heart raced in his chest as he dared a quick peek through the fabric, anxious to see if she had noticed. Thankfully, she seemed oblivious, still happily dancing around her room, unaware of his presence.

"Oh my God," Spencer muttered, a wave of relief washing over him as he realized he hadn’t been caught staring like a complete weirdo at the woman he’d developed a crush on, despite having barely exchanged five sentences with her.

He was sure she didn't even remember his name. Why would she? All he'd managed to do during their brief interactions (besides busting his ass on the concrete the one time) was stutter out barely audible attempts at conversation before hastily retreating, his face scarlet and slacks uncomfortably tight.

Spencer had assumed Y/N lived nearby, but he hadn’t realized she was this close.

The day's weight melted away as Spencer peeled off his work clothes and slipped into his pajamas. He grabbed his book from the nightstand and sank back into his pillows, propping himself up against the headboard. But as he tried to focus on the pages, the image of Y/N dancing in her room kept invading his thoughts. His mind refused to settle, consumed with ideas of how he might run into her again now that he knew that not only was she just a building away—she was right across from him.

As the weeks passed, Spencer’s routine began to mirror Y/N’s more and more as he grew increasingly familiar with her schedule.

He began waking up earlier, noticing that she typically left her apartment an hour before he needed to head to work. With the extra time, Spencer found himself watching her with quiet awe each morning while she got ready, fascinated by how the soft light from the window seemed to illuminate her features as she did her hair and makeup. He also started visiting his favorite coffee shop daily instead of just once a week, hoping for a chance encounter before his workday began.

Night after night Spencer found his gaze inevitably drawn to her window, the soft glow of her bedroom lighting luring him in like a moth to a flame. He would trace her movements, pretending to read his book as it shielded his face, should he need to feign innocence. Something was alluring about her, even in the simplest moments—whether she was folding laundry or typing away on her computer, she was impossible to look away from.

Spencer couldn’t shake his curiosity about Y/N’s habit of leaving her curtains open.

Did she know he could see her? Was it intentional? Their apartments, situated at the ends of the buildings on the top floors, offered a level of privacy that made him feel certain (or at least, he desperately hoped) that no one else could be watching. Perhaps she’d noticed his frequent absences and simply stopped caring about keeping them shut.

The first case away from D.C. after Spencer learned Y/N was so close was more difficult than he expected. As he lay awake in his hotel room, his thoughts kept drifting to her, and the longing grew with each passing hour. He missed her. The only thing driving him was the need to finish the case quickly so he could return to the familiar comfort of his bed, where he could silently admire her from a distance.

The longer he thought about her, the tighter his boxers got. Spencer huffed out a pitiful whine, his hands clenching and unclenching beside himself as he tried to fight his shameful thoughts. This wasn't the first time he'd had these thoughts about her since meeting her, no. But it is the first time he's had the mental image of her undressing to go along with his fantasies.

The first time it happened, Spencer had all but thrown himself off his bed in his haste to close his curtains. His heart had pounded so hard his chest ached as he'd squeezed his eyes shut, willing the sight of her raising her shirt over her head and tossing it carelessly to the ground out of his mind. The second time, he took a little more time to slink over to his window and draw his curtains, his pulse racing at the sight of her bare back and the smallest glimpse of lacy panties as she began to shimmy out of her pants. The third time, he had crouched by his window, peeking out despite having pulled his curtains closed, and watched as she stripped completely before heading into her conjoined bathroom.

That was the first and (so far) only time he'd touched himself to what he'd seen.

The moment her bathroom door had clicked shut, Spencer sprang to his feet and hurried into his own bathroom, tearing his clothes off before stepping underneath the stream of hot water. One of his palms smacked the wall while his other hand frantically pumped his aching cock, whimpers and groans flowing freely from his lips as he imagined Y/N's hand around him instead of his own. It didn't take long for him to spill into his hand, and unfortunately, it took even less time for the guilt to slam into him at the realization of what he'd done.

After that night, Spencer had vowed to himself that he wouldn't let it happen again, knowing just how inherently wrong it was to jerk off to the sight of his neighbor (the woman he secretly admired) getting undressed when she had no idea she had even been watched.

But tonight, alone and frustrated in his hotel room, he was struggling to stick to that vow.

After another hour of tossing and turning in bed, Spencer released a resigned sigh. "Just this once," he murmured to himself, swallowing hard. He let his hand slip underneath the waistband of his boxers to push them down his thighs before spitting in his palm, hissing at the contact as his hand wrapped around his arousal. His eyes fluttered shut as his imagination began to take over, his hand slowly increasing its pace as images of Y/N and her lacy panties raced through his mind.

Spencer's mouth hung open as his thumb swiped over the swollen tip of his cock, a bead of precum oozing out and aiding his movements. He pictured her hovering above him, her gaze teasing as she stroked him faster and faster. He imagined how she'd sound as she talked him through it, her sweet voice luring him closer and closer to the edge. His hips bucked into his hand as his climax took hold of him, a choked moan of Y/N's name ripping its way from his throat as he painted his heaving chest with his cum.

With shaky hands, he cleaned himself, still dizzy from the aftershocks of his orgasm. After wiping himself off, he collapsed onto the bed, surrendering to the exhaustion that weighed him down. That night, his dreams were filled with Y/N—her radiant smile, her captivating voice, and the tenderness in her eyes whenever they met his. When he woke the next morning, breathless and murmuring her name, he realized he was in deep.

What Spencer didn’t know was that Y/N had known exactly what she was doing all along.

From the moment she reached for the same book as him—an act carefully planned to give her an excuse to talk to him—she’d been captivated by the stuttering genius. New to the neighborhood, she had noticed him a few times before finally gathering the courage to make her move. All it took was his flustered "Oh! I-I’m so sorry, here—" paired with furrowed brows and those wide, innocent eyes, and she was utterly entranced.

When Y/N discovered that Spencer lived right across from her, it felt like she’d hit the jackpot.

After their previous encounters, she’d quickly noticed the effect she had on him, and from that moment, she devised a plan to capture his attention. She began with subtle moves, leaving her curtains open one night so he’d realize she was the one across from him. She chose an outfit she was sure would draw his gaze, and when he nearly ripped his curtain rod off the wall, convinced she’d caught him looking, she knew she’d succeeded.

When Y/N noticed he was waking up earlier, watching her get ready with curious eyes over what he clearly thought was a cleverly placed book (which, in reality, did nothing to hide his attention), she decided it was time to raise the stakes.

The first time she undressed with the curtains open, she sank to her knees cackling at how quickly Spencer had scrambled out of bed to shut his own. The second time, she relished in how he hesitated before shutting his curtains so he could catch a glimpse of her lacy panties (ones she’d chosen with him in mind), but it still wasn't enough. By the third time, she was done teasing. She’d stripped down completely bare in her room, grinning smugly as she turned to walk into her bathroom because she’d seen Spencer not-so-subtly peeking through his curtains.

When Spencer still didn’t make a move after that, Y/N decided she was done waiting.

With him away on a case for the past three days, she saw the perfect opportunity to set her new plan in motion. After work one evening, she made her way to his building, quickly locating his apartment number—a detail that, to her surprise, matched hers. Smiling to herself, she placed her order and waited for him to return, ready for the next phase of her plan to unfold.

After nearly twelve grueling days away, Spencer finally returned late Friday night, aching for the comfort of home—and, more importantly, the sight of Y/N. Exhausted, he stumbled up the stairs to his apartment, eager to collapse into bed and wake up to her face rather than the grim case photos that had dominated his thoughts. His eyes half-lidded with fatigue, he fumbled with the key, unlocking the door before shoving it open.

“Oh! What the-“

Spencer cursed under his breath as he stumbled, his eyes dropping to the package at his feet. Frowning, he bent down slowly to inspect it. He hadn’t ordered anything, and there was no reason to expect anything from his mom. So... what was this?

The package was a light pink, medium-sized bag. Spencer nudged it onto its other side to check the sender, and his breath caught. It was addressed to Y/N, though she’d written the wrong number in the street address, causing it to end up at his door. He instantly recognized the name of the online boutique, having (unfortunately) heard Emily, JJ, and Penelope brazenly talk about ordering sex toys and such from this place.

What could Y/N have possibly ordered from there?

Spencer was wide awake now, his pulse quickening as he grabbed the package, slammed the door shut, and locked it. He carried it into the kitchen, turning on the light as he went. There was no way he’d open it—he knew that would be both illegal and downright creepy. But his curiosity got the best of him, and he couldn’t resist running his hands over the package, trying to guess what was inside.

His tongue poked out of the corner of his mouth as he carefully handled the package, giving it a slight squeeze. He could feel the soft outline of fabric inside a smaller plastic bag, his mind spinning with possibilities about what kind of set Y/N might have ordered. A small, involuntary gasp escaped him as his fingers brushed against something hard, separately wrapped from the lingerie. Was that… a dildo? Vibrator, maybe?

A quick glance at the clock told him it was far too late to return her package now. He swallowed, setting the bag down on the table with a mental note to take it to her first thing in the morning. He had the weekend off, and he knew she didn’t work weekends, so it wouldn't be a problem bringing it over. The only problem was going to be looking her in the eyes without turning into a complete mess.

Spencer rushed to his room, his excitement growing as he headed to bed, knowing he’d finally see Y/N tomorrow—in person, not just through her window.

The morning arrived quicker than he had expected, but for the first time, he was happy to hear his alarm. It was 9:30 a.m., giving him enough time to shower and get dressed before making the short walk to Y/N's apartment. More importantly, it would give her a chance to wake up before he just showed up at her door with her package in hand and rambling like a nervous mess.

Spencer’s nerves began to take over as he finished his shower and started getting dressed, his hands trembling as he pulled on his sweater. The last time they'd spoken was when he'd all but face-planted into concrete in front of her and then practically bolted off once she'd helped him gather his things (after a lengthy, awkward apology of course). What if she thought he was a freak?

Before he could talk himself out of it, Spencer took a deep breath, grabbed the package, summoned the last of his courage, and walked out the door.

A hesitant knock at her front door had Y/N grinning smugly as she rose from the couch and headed toward the door. She’d been waiting for this since she’d seen Spencer’s light come on late the night before. Her package was finally here.

The door opened to reveal a nervous Spencer, his eyes lighting up when they landed on her. He instinctively adjusted his glasses, his nose twitching as a small, shy smile appeared on his face.

"Spencer! Hey! What brings you by?" Y/N beamed, stepping aside to let him in. She had to suppress a giggle at her innocent act—she knew exactly why he was here.

Spencer blinked in surprise, both at her invitation and the fact that she remembered his name, pausing briefly before stepping into her apartment. His gaze wandered around, taking in the cozy surroundings with quiet admiration. When he realized she was waiting for him to speak, he cleared his throat, his face flushing as he held up the package.

"I, uh… I just wanted to return this," Spencer stammered, his words tripping over each other. "You had one number wrong on the street address, and, funny enough, we have the same apartment number, so it ended up at my door. I thought the least I could do was bring it over, especially after you helped me when I… well, fell." He offered a shy smile, his nerves still running rampant.

Y/N accepted the package with a smile, her fingers brushing lightly against his before he quickly pulled his hand back. "I could’ve sworn I got the address right this time," she said with a teasing laugh. "You’d think after a few months here I’d have it down by now, I'm sorry."

Spencer quickly shook his head, trying to ignore the rapid beating of his heart and the lingering sensation of her touch as he waved it off. "You don’t need to apologize, Y/N. It happens," he said sincerely, his fingers nervously twisting the ends of his sleeves now that the package was no longer in his hands. "Honestly, I wouldn’t mind bringing your mail by anytime. I just hate the thought of it sitting at my door or in my mailbox while I’m away," he chuckled, his eyes crinkling as he gave her a warm smile.

"Well, aren't you quite the gentleman?"

Y/N placed the package on her coffee table and then headed toward the kitchen, gesturing for Spencer to follow. He blushed profusely, swallowing hard as he willed away the dirty thoughts that were caused by that simple comment before trailing after her. She turned to look at him over her shoulder as she reached into her cabinet for two mugs, smirking to herself as she noticed him quickly avert his gaze from where it had landed on her ass.

Y/N placed the mugs on the counter, then turned to Spencer with a genuine smile. "Thanks for bringing it to me instead of just sending it back like most people would," she said. "How about a cup of coffee as a small token of my appreciation?"

Spencer nodded, thanking her as she fixed them both a cup. She raised an eyebrow, watching him add enough sugar to send a horse into cardiac arrest, but she kept quiet. Once they’d both prepared their cups to their liking, they headed back to the living room, Y/N sitting close enough that Spencer could feel the warmth of her body radiating toward him.

"So... did you take a peek inside of it?"

Spencer coughed violently, choking on the sip he’d just taken, his face turning a deep shade of scarlet as he frantically shook his head. Y/N’s expression shifted to concern as she patted his back, gently rubbing in soothing circles to help him catch his breath.

"What? N-no, I would never! That's literally illegal and so invasive—" Spencer sputtered, his eyes wide as he stared at her, clearly taken aback.

Y/N's brows furrowed briefly before she erupted into laughter, her head tilting back as she laughed loudly. Leaning in, she rested a hand on his thigh, her tone softening. "Spencer, sweetheart, I was just joking," she said, wiping a tear of laughter from her eye.

He relaxed immediately, fighting the urge to lean into her touch as her hand lingered on his leg. "Thanks for that," Spencer said with a playful roll of his eyes. "Just what I needed this morning—choking on my drink and desperately hoping you knew the Heimlich maneuver." His cheeks were still flushed, a mix of embarrassment from her teasing and the aftereffects of his coughing fit.

After a pot of coffee and hours of conversation, Spencer left with a grin so wide his cheeks ached and Y/N’s number saved in his phone "just in case any more of her mail ended up at his door." He silently thanked whatever force had kept him from backing out earlier that day, grateful for the time he’d gotten to spend with her because of it. He’d found himself falling even harder for her, already yearning for her company despite having just left her place.

That night, as Spencer climbed into bed, something caught his eye from his window. He frowned in confusion as he noticed Y/N’s curtains were open even though they’d been closed just an hour ago. He’d assumed she’d already gone to bed, but apparently, he was mistaken.

He craned his neck, searching for her. She wasn’t in her room, as she usually was when the curtains were open. Where could she be? His jaw nearly hit the floor when she finally appeared, his eyes widening in awe at the sight of her.

Y/N walked into her room from the bathroom, wearing the most stunning lingerie set Spencer had ever seen. The lilac fabric complemented her skin in a way that had him almost drooling on himself, and the thin lace left little to the imagination (though he'd already seen what was underneath it once before and knew exactly how incredibly sexy her body was bare). The sight had his cock stiffening in his boxers, and his teeth dug into his lower lip in anticipation as he watched her.

Spencer nearly toppled out of bed as he watched her crouch down to grab her torn-open package, her hand reaching inside to pull out a light-blue rabbit vibrator. He knew he should get up, close the curtains, look away—do something. But he couldn’t bring himself to move.

Instead, he watched in an almost trance-like state as Y/N crawled onto her bed, swallowing hard as she settled back against her pillows. His hand wandered down his body, palming at his erection over his boxers as a whimper slipped from his lips while he watched her legs spread slowly open, propped up and giving him the perfect view of her clothed pussy. He felt overwhelming guilt, especially after the morning they'd shared, but he was powerless against the pull she had on him.

The close proximity of the buildings had always annoyed Spencer, the narrow space between them so tight he swore he could reach out and touch the other building if he tried. But now, he couldn’t have been more grateful. His bed was on the opposite side of the room that Y/N’s was, leaving her perfectly positioned for him to see her from his spot.

Y/N dragged the tip of the vibrator up and down her inner thigh, teasing herself as the fabric of the lace dampened with her arousal. Her head lolled back against the pillows, and her chest rose and fell with a sigh as she finally placed the vibrator against her clit through her panties. Her back arched at the touch, and her lips opened around a moan he desperately wanted to hear.

Spencer considered himself a sane man (for the most part). But he had never been more tempted in his life to leap through a window than he was right now. If it meant landing in her room so he could at least have the chance to beg for a taste of her, he'd happily do it.

His hand halted its movement, instead moving to his waistband so he could wriggle out of the constricting fabric. He kicked his boxers to the floor like they'd scorned him before his hand wrapped around his cock once more. He leaned forward, letting saliva dribble from his lips to coat himself before stroking himself slowly, teasing himself the way Y/N was right across from him in her room.

When Y/N dipped the vibrator into her panties, Spencer's breath hitched in his throat. He watched in rapt fascination as she paused her movements, her free hand shoving the lace down her thighs before she continued. With the fabric now out of the way, Y/N began to run the tip of the vibrator up and down her slit, collecting her arousal and spreading it around before she slowly eased the toy into herself.

An obscene moan ripped its way from Spencer's throat at the sight, and his hand sped up while his eyes struggled to stay open. He watched through hooded lids as she began to fuck herself in earnest now, her hips rocking into the toy and her eyes squeezed shut in pleasure as she brought herself to the edge. Spencer whimpered as his body began to writhe against his sheets, sparks of pleasure zinging up and down his spine as he worked himself toward his climax.

All it took to send him over the edge was the sight of Y/N's legs thrashing as she came around the toy, a sight that left him both so aroused he couldn't breathe and so jealous of a toy he debated just how truly sane he considered himself to be after this. With a swipe of his thumb over his flushed head, Spencer came in spurts across his tummy, his hand pumping gently through the aftershocks until he was trembling and gasping Y/N's name like it was a mantra.

Once Spencer could finally open his eyes, he looked over at Y/N's window and saw she was no longer in bed, the soft light spilling from under her bathroom door the only sign of where she was. He rolled out of his bed to indulge in what was now becoming a routine walk of shame to his bathroom to clean himself off, his head spinning from what he'd just seen. He knew the shame of his actions would catch up with him in the morning, but for now, exhaustion and elation kept him from caring.

Spencer stumbled back into his room, half-asleep and ready to crash when his phone buzzed. Crawling into bed, he reached for it, curious about who would be contacting him at this hour. His heart stuttered in his chest, eyes widening in shock as he read the message on the screen.

Glad to see that you enjoyed the show, sweetheart. Next time, just come over. <3

Continued A/N's: AHHH I truly hope you guys enjoyed that! The next part gets FILTHYYYY and I can't wait to finish it hahahaaaa. Please let me know what you think because I'm thinking of doing more in the future that would be similar but of course I want to make content you guys will actually enjoy as well <3

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[silksongeveryday]

Drawing Hornet everyday until Silksong comes out - Day 700!

Choosing not to do anything fancy for this milestone since 2 year anniversary is coming up soon anyway and would prefer the big artwork be done then. Also I’m too tired to do one lmao.

Some general updates and announcements below the cut:

Hornet’s Strange Adventures:

While initially my plan was to have the whole base game done by January, life likes to get in the way. I have made zero progress since my last major update about barely getting things into the game engine I chose. Going forward, it’s possible this project will not be done any time soon but it will happen eventually. (I almost sound as bad as team cherry lol). Progress will be a lot slower than I want unfortunately since I’m kinda burned out at this point.

Continuing Hornet Journal Series/changes:

So I’m still technically on this project currently. While at the beginning it was fun and ambitious, I can definitely feel the burnout from it too. I do want to finish this project to the end, but I refuse to make myself post it every day because that’s made me more and more upset about having to just get it done instead of enjoying it. So going forward with this project, I plan to only post Journal Entries about once or twice a week with large batches of entries in one drawing until it’s done. Even if it happens after my two year anniversary. (Though it’s likely it’ll still finish before then I believe.) This is just so I don’t get absolutely exhausted from this again.

General life stuff:

So I meant to mention this on my main but I was too emotionally exhausted to explain it and didn’t feel like to afterward. I member of my close family passed away a few days after christmas. We already knew this was coming so it’s actually why I took a break from my big project with the journal series around that time and haven’t been able to really pick it back up until now. It’s also the reason a lot of general doodles have been posted late and/or are not that high of effort. I’m just tired.

And this kinda leads into my next thing.

Taking an actual break:

1 month left. That’s how long I plan to keep doing daily doodles for. Once my 2 year anniversary hits, I’m no longer planning to post every day. As you can imagine, posting something every day for two years can take a toll and life has changed a lot since two years ago. I really want to move on to bigger things now and keeping this blog running at constant speed hasn’t allowed me to do that. So I’ve made the decision that I’ll be taking a long break from that.

Will I return to daily doodles ever? Yes, technically.

My plan is start daily doodles back up only when a Silksong release date is announced (if it ever is.) Ptherwise my art/doodles will be posted very infrequently, especially at the beginning when taking my break. For sake of mental health and creative burnout with this blog, this is the best decision I could reasonably come too

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But thank you all for your wonderful and continued support of this blog!! I look forward to the last official month of daily doodles!

[white-mans-whore14]

Going out

Paige Bueckers x fem!reader

Knock knock

“Ugh,” you groaned. Slowly getting up from your comfy position in your bed, you walked to the door eagerly anticipating your friend Paige on the other end.

“Hey baby,” Paige said with a beautiful smile on her face. She leaned into your apartment to give you a kiss on the cheek. Your friendship, strictly friendship as you sometimes had to remind yourself, with Paige was always a little more than friendly. All the people you personally knew could clearly tell that the two of you were in love with each other but you and the blonde failed to see it.

“Hi Paige. What are you doing here?” You questioned. You weren’t expecting her and she usually texted before she just appeared at your door.

“I can’t just pop in because I miss you?” Paige asked while pouting. She made her way inside after you leaned to the side indicating her being welcomed.

“You can Paige but I know that’s not it,” you said with an attitude and your hands on your hips.

“Well…the girls are all going out tonight and they wanted me to invite you. Not that I would go without you ma. We’re going to Ted’s and pregame is at mine. How’s that sound?” Paige asked leaning into you.

“Yeah sounds fun,” you say walking into your kitchen for a glass of water. Paige follows behind you like a lost puppy. “What time should I come over?” You ask facing away from her and filling a glass with water.

“Like 6? I’m gonna get dinner for us so let me know what you want,” Paige said after you turned back around.

“Ooo pizza sounds good but ask the girls what they want too. You know me I’m usually down for anything,” you say opening the fridge and pouring some water out into a cup.

“Lmao that’s what she said,” Paige retorts while laughing. You give the girl an eye roll and she turns around walking back toward your door.

“I’ll see you at 6 babe?” Paige questioned while turning around to say goodbye.

“Yeah I’ll be there,” you responded while opening the door for her. Paige turned around walking out the door. Just as she was about to leave the entrance she turned around and placed a hand on your hip before checking you out.

“Wear that cute blue shiny top for me?” Paige asked with a pouty face.

“I don’t know. I’ll have to see. I got a couple of new tops from Forever 21 so I might wear one of those instead.” Your sighed while looking up into Paige’s eyes.

“Whatever you want baby,” Paige said while pushing some of your hair back.

“Bye Paige,” you said as she slowly pulled away from you.

…

“Shit,” you mumbled. You didn’t time manage properly. You were supposed to be at Paige’s by now but you were at least a 5 minute walk from hers. You quickly grabbed your wallet, lipgloss and phone and put on your bar shoes. You sped walked to Paige’s while pulling down your top every 30 seconds. You seemingly got a size too small given that your tits were spilling over and more than half your midriff was out but whatever. You felt hot so you went with it.

Four minutes later you finally make your way down the corridor of Paige’s apartment building and knock on her door.

“Hey b-,” Paige starts to say before she stops herself and takes in your outfit. “Shit babe you tying to give me a heat attack tonight?” Paige states leaning against the door with a red solo cup in her hand.

“You like?” You questioned while giving her a little spin. She opened her door more so you could make your way inside.

“Do I like y/n? Of course I like. I think you could show up in a trash bag and I would still be all over you,” Paige says while walking you over to the food. You let out a little laugh at Paige’s statement before grabbing a paper plate and two slices of pizza.

“You want your regular honey?” Paige asks while you walk over to the other girls and say hi.

“Yes please!” You say over your shoulder.

“Hey guys! How’s everyone been?” You ask Ice and KK.

“Slay queen you look goood” KK says and you hug both of them really quick.

“Hey hands off musty,” Paige says towards KK while slinging an arm over your shoulder. Her drink in one hand and yours in another.

“Thanks Paige,” you say in response to her giving you your drink. You take a sip and she gives you a look. “Perfect Paige. I think if the basketball thing doesn’t workout you can give bartending a try,” you say sarcastically towards Paige.

…

After some chitchatting, a few more slices of pizza, and a lot more drinks you and all the girls decide it’s time to head to the bar.

“Wait I can’t find my wallet,” you says turning around to look at your surrounds and checking your pockets.

“Cmon babe you know I got you,” Paige says while waiting for you to take her hand.

“Stop Paige I have shit I need in there,” you say making eye contact with her. You decide to lean over and see if your wallet fell in between the couch cushions. As you’re bending over Paige takes a good look at your ass and sighs.

“Thank you Jesus for lost wallets,” she mumbled towards Ice.

“Found it,” you say contently making your way over towards Paige and holding her outstretched hand. “Let’s go!” You say enthusiastically letting the alcohol warm you up a bit.

On the short walk over Paige keeps her hand low on your waist and whispers words about how good you look on the walk over.

“God you’re beautiful you’re know that?” She whispers before quickly kissing you on the temple.

“I’m gonna have to fight bitches off tonight huh,” she says a little more loudly.

“Do y’all need to head back and fuck it out of your system?” Ice says loudly from the front of the group.

“You know what yeah I would like that,” Paige says sarcastically. She knows she meant it. Everyone else knows she meant it but you. This was the problem she was always all over you and when someone would says something like the comment Ice made, she would brush it off. It made you feel so insecure. Like you weren’t good enough. God she pissed you off at times like this. You were a delight. Anyone would be lucky to have you and that’s what you mission was tonight. Find someone that will actually have the balls to make you feel wanted.

You brushed Paige’s hand off your waist and speed up to walk in pace with Ashlynn and Morgan.

“Hey girl. How you feeling?” Ashlynn said warily. Everyone knew about how Paige’s lack of courage made you feel. They had all had multiple interventions for her to convince her to tell you she loves you but she never listened. The girls hated hearing your end of it and how it made you feel like you weren’t enough. Or god forbid too much.

“Pissed,” you stated plainly. While keeping up with their pace even though you were quite tipsy by this point.

“Well maybe you need to find someone to take your kind off of her,” Morgan suggested. Ash quickly turned over and looked at her with wide eyes. She knew tonight was going to go terribly if you took her advice.

“That’s exactly what I was thinking. I need to find someone that will finally want me,” you say emotionally.

“I’m sure she wants you y/n. She probably just doesn’t know how to tell you,” Ash suggests.

“Well if she doesn’t figure it out soon I’m going to find someone else that will appreciate me.” You said finally.

Once you guys made it into the bar Paige and Ashlynn went to get drinks while the rest of you guys found a place to liger.

Paige got back with your favorite tequila sunrise with a splash of cranberry juice when she found you talking to a guy in the corner. She was livid to put it lightly. You were hers and everyone should know that by now. The guy you were taking with had a hand on your waist. The same place that Paige’s hand had occupied earlier and Paige was convinced she was having a heart attack.

“What do I do?” She said loudly over the music to KK.

“Tell her you love her girl,” KK said obviously.

“But what if she doesn’t feel it back?” Paige questioned urgently. From her view it looked like you and this guys were seconds away from kissing and she had to stop it.

“I don’t know girl. I’ve tried to convince you enough but it’s up to you in the end. If you don’t tell her then she’s going to end up with someone else.” KK responded.

Paige couldn’t believe her eyes when she looked away from KK. You and this guy were kissing in the corner. His hand on your waist and your hand on his jaw. Paige felt a push form behind her and decided enough was enough.

“Hey she’s taken,” she says loudly. You two slowly let go and he chuckles.

“I’m making out with her. I highly doubt it,” he says before leaning back in. You weren’t feeling it anymore. The alcohol was hitting you too hard and you didn’t want to do something you might regret even if it was too late. You couldn’t stand the look in Paige’s eyes.

The guys leans in again to continue making out but you push at him a little to get him off of you. He grumpily walks off.

You turn towards Paige and grab your drink from her hand.

“What was that?” You say turning towards Paige.

“I love you,” she says with a smile of her face

“what do you mean?” You ask.

“Like I’m in love with you and I want to only be with you and I only want you to be with me,” she says over the music.

You pull her outside while pushing the drink into Morgans hand.

Once you two finally make it out you turn back an ríase your eyebrow waiting for her to explain.

“I’m sorry baby. I should have said this earlier but I’m a stupid idiot and never thought you liked me back,” Paige says while stepping toward you.

“Paige…you can’t just say shit like this after how you’ve been treating me,” you respond angrily. “I have been feeling so hurt and unworthy of your love for the past six months. You treat me like a girlfriend and the when someone makes a comment about us maybe being together, you laugh it off like it would never happen. That hurts me Paige. You have made me feel so unbelievably insecure like no one could want me. Do you know how that feels. No you don’t cuz you’re Paige Bueckers.” You rant out

“That’s very valid but trust me when I say I never meant to make you feel insecure baby. You deserve everything you ever want in the world and I am ready to give that to you,” she says while holding your hands to her chest.

“I will love you until I die baby,” Paige says while looking deep into your eyes.

“But what about everyone else?” You ask.

“Who? No one else will ever matter to me like you do baby,” Paige says.

“Promise?” You ask while starting the walk back to her apartment.

“Promise y/n,” she says while interlacing your fingers.

“For what it’s worth, I love you too. So much,” you say with a huge smile on your face.

Once the two of you get back and do your nightly routines. The two of you get in bed. You face each other while sitting in bed and talk for a bit.

“Wait I didn’t even ask,” Paige says with a start.

“Ask what?” You questions while playing with her fingers.

“Will you be my girlfriend?” She looks at you with hesitant eyes.

“Of course Paige,” you reply.

You lean forward and connect your lips with hers. You move your hand up toward her neck while she moves hers down to your hip as the kiss escalates. She tentatively brushes her tongue against your bottom lip and the feeling of her tongue makes you gasp and she uses that moment to lightly push her tongue in.

Your tongue pushes back on hers while you softly whine into the kiss. The noise makes her grip on your waist tighten.

You slowing get up from your seated position and climb into her lap. The kiss continues with a new intesity and heat. You’re pulling at her hair and she’s griping your waist willing you to not disappear. You’re softly grinding back and forth on her lap which makes her let out a groan.

Your tongues dance back and forth creating a new deep rhythm.

“God you’re so good baby,” she whispers when the two of you break for a second.

You push back into the kiss and grind into her with the movements of your body. You feel yourself getting turned on and when Paige lightly bites on your lower lip you gasp. Paige uses this opportunity to lean back and admire you for a bit.

Fresh, makeup free face with the dewiness of your skincare routine. Lips slightly pouty and red, and with a slight blush on your cheeks you whine.

“Why’d you pull away?” You ask softly with your hands holding Paige’s neck and jaw.

“Because while I’d love to have my way with you, we should go slow. I don’t want to mess this up. And I know this would be your first time being with a girl, so I want to show you and teach you everything but slowly.” Paige says looking deeply into your eyes.

“It would be my first time ever,” you say nervously. You were always insecure about how inexperienced you were especially now in Paige’s lap, being her girlfriend, after all the experience you know she has.

Paige’s eyes widen slightly. “Really? You’ve never been with anyone?” She asked genuinely.

“Yeah I guess I never felt like I trusted anyone enough till now,” you say.

“I’m so happy you trust me baby. And in due time I’ll show you everything sex has to offer,” Paige says kissing you again.

“I can’t wait,” you says briefly before reconnecting your lips with hers. The kiss picks back up but slower and softer this time.

After a few more minutes of making out, you and Paige decide it’s finally time to go to bed.

You both situate yourselves under the covers with her spooning you from the back. Her head is softly placed in the crook of your neck, and she pressed kisses into your neck from behind.

“Good night beautiful,” Paige mumbles lightly before passing out.

“Good night Paige,” you whisper back while wiggling back into her body to be as close to her as possible.

A/N: I’m back!! Let me know if y’all want a part two to this which would basically be smut lol.

[0creativity0]

ACTUALLY HAVEN'T DONE THIS WAIT LMAO didn't even know these were a thing at all ok whatever let me uh let me do it thanks btw @realvicoba

PS : WAIT @sco1i tagged me too thank you too dawg I hadn't seen it jsksndonems

Last song : Ok so, I'm NOT proud of this but, I ought to be truthful. I get motion sickness which means I can't look at my phone on the bus or I'll throw up, yet I had to busy myself somehow while on my way back home, right, so I just listened to the entirety of Trapped in the Closet by R.Kelly, again (and I mean that, I know some of the tracks by rote). That doesn't really count as an answer to this question though, not in my book at least, so let's take into account what I listened to before that instead, which was Children's galop and entry of the parents from The Nutcracker. Don't know if that counts either though because it's just my alarm clock, so BEFORE THAT (😭) I listened to Forward Beckon Rebound by Adrianne Lenker.

Favorite color : Yellow, because I'm a free spirit. Seriously though I just love colors, all of them (except for gray, if that even counts) and had to pick one and the one that makes me happiest is yellow, so that's that.

Last book : Technically, L'ingénu by Voltaire, but it was something I read for class rather than for fun, so the last book I read for myself is called Les Nuées Livre 2 - Néro by Nathalie Bernard (frenchest french name), which I have not yet finished !

Last movie : Fall, or "The Big Tower" as me, my mother and sister have began calling it ever since we watched it, because we keep forgetting the actual name of the movie, even though it's the most simple and self explanatory, straightforward thing of all times. I also never watch movies so this was a while ago.

Last TV show : I've been watching Cunk on Britain, that's gotta count.

Sweet/savory/spicy : Anything BUT spicy, I have white girl taste buds. I also don't like eating, I think it's boring and overrated, so all of the options are sort of mid 😬

Last thing I searched online : "Movie with big tower" because I forgot the name of the movie again. Before this little game came to interfere with my search history though, my last search had been "Pokemon fish". I was looking for Bruxish whose name I needed to use as the punchline to a self deprecating joke.

Current obsession : Hunter x Hunter. Current is putting it kindly though. Past present and future obsession. I've been at it for years and it's not going anywhere anytime soon I fear. I need a therapist.

Looking forward to : Summer 🤞 I fucking hate cold weathers. Also getting my glasses because I can't see, and also the end of the semester so they quit shoving exam papers in my face left and right, but at the same time not because then that means less but more important exam papers will be near.

I'm not going to tag anyone because I'm too much of a pussy and this will keep circulating anyway since I wasn't the only person tagged before which means I'm fine and I'm not ruining no fun.

10 People I'd Like to Know Better

Thanks for the tags @gaiaseyes451 and @beerok23!💜!💜

last song: Gloria by the Lumineers

favourite colour: Red, like a deep luscious red that you know would taste good if you licked it. Don't act innocent, you know exactly what I mean by that. Red is a color that you just know tastes good.

last book: I am currently trying to read the Witcher series (per @lickthecowhappy's suggestion) so I am at the start of the Last Wish

last movie: Moana 2 (I have young kidsssss)

last TV show: My oldest is almost 10 which means she stays up late. Which also means I have so little time to watch adult things. So we've been watching the Office with her. I think I want to watch the Good Place with her next tho (I've never watched it!)

sweet/spicy/savoury: Sweet followed very, very closely by spicy. Habanero maple syrup is one of my favorite things on the planet.

last thing i searched online: How to explain a 10 year career hiatus in a cover letter (looking to return to work since having kids. It's been an interesting experience so far).

current obsession: Have not moved on from Good Omens, but recently realized that my obsession may be more in my own little connected universe of fics that I wrote rather than the actual canon at this point😳. I'm sure once we get that first glimpse of red and white hair that will change very quickly.

looking forward to: Going back to work and having a more established adult life again, honestly. I've been so lucky to be home with my kids while they are young, but I am ready. And figuring out how my newfound passion for writing is going to fit into that new life of mine. Another big year of change over here for me, and I am eagerly looking forward to how the growing pains are going to make way for something beautiful beyond.

ten people i’d like to know better:

@addledmongoose, @di-42, @afrenchwriter, @haemey, @eybefioro, @alwaystuesday, @katspause, @alphacentaurinebula, @shadesofecclescakes, @ochre-sunflower and whoever wants to do it (but also feel free to ignore!)

[novvabee]

Poly!marauders bedroom thoughts

Ok so just like my poly!jegulily post a little while ago, here are my poly!marauders bedroom thoughts, here goes nothing. needless to say MDNI

I think that the dynamic would be something like dom!remus, switch!sirius, sub leaning switch!james

Ok so Remus is in charge. Full stop. There is no fighting it. He is incredibly dominant in a soft and quiet way. I feel that he is like #1 in charge and if you are more on the dominant side, he would let you think you were in charge or on the same level as him, but that's not the reality. No matter how much you may think you are dominating him, you are really just playing into his game. The most he will allow is you on top and let you think that you have all the power and control, but he’s really just waiting to either flip you when you’re least expecting it and continue fucking you, or just grab your hips and fuck up into you, turning you completely into putty in his hands. Now, if you’re more submissive, then he would expect you to follow his orders and rules to a t. He doesn't need another brat to take care of, he already has Sirius. With Sirius, he tests Remus’s authority non stop and believes that he is the most dominant one in the relationship, and Remus allows him to think this, until he has to put him in his place. I feel like either way, Remus would love to praise you saying things like; “good girl, doing so good for all of us.” “Oh baby, you take such good care of our Jamie” “you look so pretty when you’re sucking/fucking/riding ___”. He enjoys watching, sitting back and letting it all play out, then fucking you last so that all you can remember is him.

Sirius is mostly only submissive to Remus, and he still challenges everything he says. If you’re on the dominant side, you and Sirius would have a power struggle , not only in bed, but all throughout the day. You can bet that he would not listen to a word you said, especially when you try to take control. If you think he gives Remus grief, he gives you twice as much, you can either put him in his place, or you can bat your lashes in Remus’s direction and he’ll do it for you. Now, if you're submissive, I still don’t think he’d be entirely nice. He is either trying to coerce you into not listening to Remus like him, or he is jealous of the attention that Remus gives you, so he would find any reason to prove you're not the good girl Remus thinks you are. Sirius would love fucking you while Remus is fucking him, that is his perfect balance of being in control and having no control. While Remus is into praising you, Sirius is the exact opposite, loving to degrade you. Nothing  super mean or anything just little snide remarks like: “C’mon baby I know you have more in you than that” “Ugh, Jamie does a much better job at this, maybe I should just ask him instead” “Remus says you’re a good girl but, I’m not so convinced”.

Now James, again, is just happy to be there lmao. He is much less dominant than Remus and Sirius, but he can definitely hold his own if he needs to. James loves having all of the attention on him, so if you are dominant, he adores when all three of you use him. He definitely is a great listener and a pleaser if ya know what I mean. I said this in my last bedroom thoughts post but… he definitely cums from eating you out, and you love it, because it is like an added bonus, his tongue is amazing, and he doesn’t cum when he is sucking Remus or Sirius, only for you. And you absolutely flaunt that to Remus and Sirius. Now I feel like even though he is a little more subby, that does not mean that he doesn't have his moments of needing to fuck you how he wants. So, if you are submissive, this is perfect, he would take charge while Sirius and Remus watch, not getting to witness this side of James very often. Even if you were submissive, he would still slip back into his own submissive ways, but that is perfectly fine with Remus and Sirius, then they each just get one of you to fuck and you and James are in it together. James is generally super vocal and whiney, and it is heavenly. He doesn’t say much, just moans and whines and occasionally begs. He loves when you're on top, but unlike Remus, he loves to give you all the control and would go feral if you decided to wrap your hand around his throat.

[estherscorner]

♧ Maybe in this life, or the next.

♡ Pairings; Scaramouche/Wanderer x GN!Reader || ROMANCE

��� Summary; Loving you was easy, but keeping you was the challenge. What happens if your fate remained unchanged during your next life?

♤ Warnings; Angst/No comfort, Reader gets reincarnated, You two genuinely loved eachother but were never meant to be together, OOC scara, vulnerable scara, soft scara, shitty writing lmao, major character death.

Let me know if I miss any!

(NOT EDITED!) [SHORT STORY]

After everything he went through for centuries, Scaramouche made a silent vow to himself that he will never get attached to mortals.

They had a short lifespan, often making the most out of it by celebrating yearly. For those unfortunate, they pass away at a young age. The reason behind it consisted of their death being caused by their own kind or a cruel fate they were destined to meet. And those who were considered lucky and spared would surpass a century of age.

So for an immortal like him, this must be the version of his divine punishment. The cruel fate that he was always destined to meet. The curse of immortality and mortality.

You. You were his curse. The one he came to adore. The one who's fate always ends so abruptly.

The one who was meant to be.

You were the one he was destined to be with, or so he believed. He wasn't a fan of romance at all, and he didn't believe in what humans called “soulmates”. But if he were to have one, it was definitely you. Almost every life you had, he had fallen for you over and over again.

And it was his curse.

He met you when he still went by Kunikuzushi. The naive puppet, exploring the world of Inazuma and learning basic survival all by his own. The one who had been abandoned by their creator, and much more recently, by a friend.

And you were just an Inazuman villager that was nearing your death. One who took pity on him as he approached you with an innocent smile.

The one who helped him learn how to love.

You taught him basic human knowledge, what they need for survival and what not. You never informed him that humans can contract diseases. Hiding the fact that you were nearing your death due to your sickness.

You didn't want to break his heart. As you were aware of how he held deep affection towards you.

When he met a small boy that was just like him and you, you made sure to stick to his side. Monitoring the boy's health in secret while helping him learn how to take care of others- but also trying your best to learn his nature. To let him learn and create an identity for himself.

You helped him create a name and identity. And you had him learn human emotions.

Which was a small mistake on your part.

You wanted to love him back, to reciprocate his feelings and help him with exploring the world. But you were powerless. You who slowly succumbed to your illness. Never waking up as you laid still beside him.

He was deeply hurt. He vividly remembered the tears he spilled for you. Crying and begging for you to stop joking with him. Thinking you were playing a cruel prank on him once more.

He wished that he was in tears because of a harsh prank, instead of weeping right over your corpse.

Your being held a huge significance to him. It it wasn't for you, he wouldn't have easily learned how humans worked.

You left an imprint on his nonexistent heart.

You, along with the boy, was his final betrayal that made him "understand". The way you made him feel, it made him doubt you. Made him feel like your love towards him was just a lie to bait him. To trick him into succumbing to his worthless emotions.

Like how you succumbed to your illness.

The second time he saw you was when he was recently promoted as a harbinger. Going by the codename “The Balladeer”. You were one of his subordinates.

He couldn’t believe his eyes, and he couldn't deny how his heart squeezed the moment he made eye contact with you.

He swore to scrub away every last bit of human emotion within him. But he already broke the promise to himself when he decided to talk to you. The harbinger that was known and feared by everyone for his cruel words was unusually quiet when it came to you. It confused you to no end but you were content with it.

It must've been a coincidence, right? The fact you were exactly similar to someone he used to love. Down to your philosophy- you were exactly like them. Only with a different name and background this time.

It was eerie how it was as if you got reincarnated. He couldn’t shake off the thought and idea of it. Was this the celestial gods above finally apologising for mistreating him? For making mad at the humans and gods?

Or was this another trap. That you were trying to lure him back into being exactly who he once was?

Weak, vulnerable, stupid. He was always like that with you.

You were much stronger this time. Much more strong willed. If he could turn you into an immortal, that would be perfect. Maybe this time you wouldn’t be unfortunate enough to succumb to a cruel fate.

He let his guard down just for you. Looking at you so lovingly despite how his harsh words seemed to contrast his gaze. How he'd check up on you after every mission. You were strong. He is strong. This felt like the correct time. Like the stars above were aligning just for him.

Maybe just this once, You would have all the time in the world with him.

And deep within him, he wished he should've just gone with his idea of turning you into one of the doctor's experiment. Making you immortal.

There your lifeless form laid on the grass. The green patch below you turned into crimson red as your eyes were back to being dull. A feeling he hadn't felt in years crept right back. A feeling he long forgot about.

Dread.

It was merely a mission that went wrong. You were his right-hand commander. The one he always trusted. He knew your beliefs, he learned the world whilst continuing to believe in your philosophy. No matter how stupid it sounded to him.

But maybe it was his mistake for trusting you to begin with.

He couldn't even mourn. This was his punishment for breaking the promise he swore to himself all those years prior. The promise he broke as soon as he decided to fall in love with you again.

This was a dark reminder that you were one of his betrayal, and nothing would ever change that.

Does he even have the right to cry? He should have expected the worst. Yet he fell for your trap and found himself vulnerable again. A state that was supposed to be erased from his very being.

He hated you. Hated how you toyed with his feelings.

The third and final time he saw you was after he erased his very existence. Becoming a failed attempt of a God and gaining an anemo vision after getting his memories back with the help of Nahida.

And those memories included you.

He came to terms with himself. Removing his past identity.

Removing the identity you helped him create.

He went by the name Wanderer. And even after all these years, he couldn't help but feel bitter towards you.

He hated how you were so significant to his being. How you could easily melt away his ice cold wall he so delicately placed around his heart to keep everyone out.

And how you always seemed to find your way to him again. Coming right back into his life.

You weren't a villager who was ill, you weren't someone who's job always risked themselves and was in constant danger.

You were a traveler with a vision. Exploring cities and landscapes you’ve heard stories of. Loving the new views and meeting new people.

But as if to mock him, you were still exact one he had fallen for.

You were the same old you, The one he fell in love with all those centuries ago. The one he stupidly got vulnerable with.

And this time, You were the first to approach him.

You were more open in this life, always chattering and bothering him despite the fact he'd try to push you away or shut you off. His cruel words didn't even faze you. This time, it was you clinging onto him.

Following him around, Buying him food, talking to him about your commissions. You were the one who constantly pestered him.

And he was still the same idiot that believed in you. Even after claiming he hated you.

How could he even get himself to hate you?

Old habits always die hard.

But he promised. Thuis time, he will learn how to love you in time. This time, he wouldn't wait until you die in his arms. He'll protect you from your fate.

“Do you believe in reincarnation, Wanderer?”

You asked, laying down on the patch of grass right next to him. He leaned onto the wooden bark behind him. Closing his eyes as he hummed. How ironic.

The wind blew stronger.

“Only idiots believe in those.”

He bluntly said. Eyes opening to gaze down at you, arms under the back of your head as you stared up at the clouds right up at the blue sky. Admiring the view despite there wasn't much going on.

He never truly understood how mortals seemed to cherish even the smallest things.

“Does that make me an idiot, then?”

You asked. Chuckling as he raised a brow at you. You closed your eyes taking in a deep breath. Moments like these are what you cherish the most. Relaxing and having fun with the ones you love.

“You were always an idiot.”

He scoffed at you. Feigning annoyance and hurt. Sitting up to his level and slapping his shoulder, sulking. You puffed your cheeks up. Not saying another word as you pout at his bluntness.

He knew it all too well. You were always trying your best to make him smile.

And you never failed to do so.

“What? Am I wrong?”

He said sarcastically, smiling at you as you just rolled your eyes at him. Scoffing at his words. He watched as you laid on your back again. Arms on your stomach this time, yawning.

“Life is really scary. But I feel like being alone is scarier.”

you said, trailing off as you glanced back at him. Eyes locking with his sharp ones. You gave him a smile. A simple and soft smile.

It was contagious. He always loved seeing that etched on your lips.

“That's why I'm glad I have you.”

You followed up. He gagged and rolled his eyes at your cheesiness. You didn’t even know why you're saying all these words.

But maybe it's because you just wanted to tell him how he truly meant to you.

“You're so cheesy, It's disgusting."

He said. Tone blunt as he placed his large hat on your face to block your view. You didn't fail to notice how his cheeks seemed to turn a hue of red despite the fact you both were under the shade.

You couldn't help but smile at his reaction.

“I'm not being cheesy! I just wanted to tell you that you mean a lot to me! We rarely have heart to hearts.”

You said. Removing his hat that he placed on your face and placing it on your stomach. Arms around the large accessory as you looked up at him again.

His elbow was on his knee, hand on his chin as he stared down at you with softened expression.

“I love you, I truly do.”

Despite the fact you loved him for centuries on end in your past lives, he never got to hear you say those words in person.

Most of the time, he could see it through your expression and your shared silence.

Maybe the problem was with your fate. Alwats ending so abruptly back then. But, he was happy that he got to hear those words. Even if it were just mere sentences. Even if it took him a lifetime.

“..Yeah.”

He couldn't bring himself to say it back. He never could. He wasn't Kunikuzushi anymore. But with your hum, it was like a confirmation that you knew he loved you back.

He wished he could tell you how much he truly loved you. But for now, he wanted to keep the comfortable silence.

There was a small glimmer of hope that there was finally some progress with your fate, even if it took him centuries, he will wait until you and him finally got the happy ending he wanted.

The happy ending you both deserved.

But he wonders if he could act fast and beat destiny, before it could take you away again.

He held your hand. Fingers intertwined as droplets of tears spilled onto the cold skin below him.

Your eyes were sickeningly dull. And he was all to familiar with how it looks.

Your vision in his other hand, slowly turning a shade of grey before completely becoming a dull colorless one. Similar to those visions without an owner.

As he held your hand. He truly wondered how many times he will have to be tormented like this.

And if he was truly guaranteed to meet you in your next life.

(A/N); "I lowkey don't like this one since I feel like I can do better! But it's fine, I'm very new to writing anyways. I also can't feel the angst ughh :("

♤ Property of Esther ♤

[torawro]

LIKE SPECKS OF SUNLIGHT IN THE EARLY MORN. ( p. a.)

portgas d. ace & marine!fem!reader.

cw ━━ ! minors, ageless and blank blogs DO NOT INTERACT. reader is written / portrayed as a black woman but you do not have to imagine it as such! everyone is welcome to read <3 reader wears glasses, and is a marine stationed on an unnamed island at a base along the grand line. ‘lazy morning’ / ‘morning after’ kind of vibes so, a bit of pillow talk (?) . references to smut & making love (it already happened). contains some angst & angsty themes throughout (i.e., ace dealing with his self esteem issues, low self worth, etc..) otherwise it’s supposed to be fluffy ( the quiet, somber kind i think ) ! descriptions of kissing & borderline making out. ace is kind of lovesick and clingy but it’s subtle-ish. lots of introspection and reflection on both him and the reader’s part. kind of based on mitski's "my love, mine all mine", definitely had that song on repeat as i wrote this. romantic and deeply poetic rhetoric but y’all already know that’s just how i write lol. told from omniscient point of view (third person). proofread this as i was feeling sleepy, so please excuse any mistakes or things that don’t make sense!

word count ━━ ! 3.9k

notes ━━ ! guess who's baaaaack.....! i know it's been a while since i have published any original work and i want to apologize for that. lately it's been difficult finding the energy to write something for more than five minutes and honestly, i think i just need to rediscover what drives me so i can tap into the zone more often. i missed it though, and hope i get to write more this year <3 anyway, first fic of 2025 and it feels right to make it about second commander of the whitebeard pirates, portgas d. ace. this fic is my late birthday 'gift' to him and something of a love letter because ohhhhh i miss my pookie bear so much :(( this entire idea started as just me thinking about kissing each of his freckles because i have the personal hc that he doesn't really like them, the reason for it is inherently tied to his distaste for his father and by extension himself :/ and then it just turned into this lmao. i hope ace doesn't behave too out of character here, as this is also my first time writing for him in any context, so pls be gentle with me. REBLOBS + COMMENTARY ARE GREATLY APPRECIATED.

IT WAS NOT THE LIGHT chirping of small birds that awoke you, nor was it the ringing of your biological clock telling you that the dawn was near. Instead it was a familiar tugging sensation within the pit of your stomach— the need to relieve yourself— that caused your eyes to peel themselves back slowly and with struggle, slumber from the previous night hasn’t been completely washed away yet.

It took your brain several more moments to dust off enough of its sleepy exhaustion before you attempted to sit up from your comfortable position in bed, but were immediately met with some light resistance.

The resistance in question was a long, muscled arm thrown around your soft torso, blackened ink of a tattoo staining the skin on its bicep. It was still too dark and you were still too tired to make out the sharp angles of the marking, but you knew what they were; your eyes have gazed upon it more times than you could count, and it has made a home in your memory.

That’s when your ears registered the rhythmic and almost nasal snores that flowed from the mouth of the man who held you so securely against his chest, and you almost smiled at how completely at ease and relaxed he seemed. 

At times like this, when things were still or you had a moment to yourself, you still could not wrap your head around the fact that you had gotten yourself involved with Portgas D. Ace— willingly at that. 

The first time was a fluke at best. That’s the excuse you were going to go with. You didn’t realize he was a pirate— an infamous pirate with hundreds of millions of Beri to his name— until your clothes were already halfway off and you were feverishly grinding down onto his lap like some touch-starved whore who’s been aching to feel something. That ‘fluke’ was one spurred on by alcohol, a particularly rough week at sea, and a sizable lapse in judgment, but you hadn’t felt that…… alive in a long time. But now, two years have passed since you have been seeing Ace in secret like this, and you have long since given up blaming it on a fragile emotional constitution further weakened by alcohol. You knew good and well what you were doing, and you could no longer deny the way your heart was constantly set aflutter whenever you spent any amount of time with him.

You did try your hardest to not let yourself enjoy how … domestic it all seemed: waking up next to him in the morning and falling asleep entangled with each other at night, having him hide out at your cozy apartment for days at a time, cooking him meals when you were relieved of your duties for the day. You wouldn’t— shouldn’t let yourself enjoy such content thoughts too much, because you also knew it could all be over in the blink of an eye. The world could be cruel that way if it wanted to.

But still, that didn’t mean you couldn’t be grateful for these moments. From what you could tell, Ace seemed to enjoy this arrangement as much as you did. And for now, that was enough.

Lightly wrapping your fingers around his wrist, you carefully lifted his arm from around you, moving slow so you wouldn’t wake him up. Once you’ve successfully loosened his hold, you sat upright, a muted ache shooting through your lower body as you shifted around to stand. The ache mostly resided in between your legs, and a flood of memories from just hours ago rushed over you at once, causing a tingling warmth to bloom underneath your skin. Ace had poured so much into you, it never failed to leave you equal parts stunned and breathless when you witnessed his passion overflow from the brim of his being. His hands, calloused palms that always ran hot, had been everywhere— your body could still feel the heat of where they had laid, caressed, groped, smacked, and squeezed. And you involuntarily jolted as you recalled where his fingers and lips had been, how it felt to be pressed so closely against him as he simultaneously took you apart. 

After another moment of being lost in your own reverie, you pulled yourself out of it and filed those memories away in a separate corner of your mind, so that you may more fully indulge in them later. As you carefully removed the blankets and climbed over the sleeping pirate, one bare foot had hardly hit the cool wooden floor before a hand wrapped itself around your wrist. 

A quiet grumbling noise vibrated from behind Ace’s lips, his eyes remained closed as he spoke, indicative that he was barely awake. “Wh…where y’goin’....?” His words were slurred and thick with sleep, his deep voice reaching the depths of your being to spark something to life in the pit of your belly. But you promptly ignored it for now. 

“To the bathroom, I gotta pee.”

He replied with another mumbling sort of noise, presumably one of acknowledgment or begrudging acquiescence— you couldn’t be sure. “M’kay, just . . . hurry back t’bed, will ya? M’cold.” 

You found amusement in the inherent irony of his claim that he was ‘cold’  when he always ran a little warmer than most— not to mention his devil fruit powers— but also in the fact that despite his urging you to take care of your business swiftly, he hasn't released his hold on your wrist yet. In fact, he tugged you a little closer to him, as if he was trying to pull you back into bed. 

A small smile began to curl at the corners of your lips as you moved to manually pry his fingers from your arm so you can make your way out of the bedroom and down the hall.

For the next several minutes, Ace was left alone. 

He stirred in his partially-awake state as he made himself comfortable again in bed, but one eye managed to pry itself open by a few millimeters. It was unfortunate he was roused from his deep  sleep, but he was sure he’d doze off again soon enough. 

From what he could see, the room was still dark for the most part, his surroundings washed in a rich, navy blue color, a telltale sign that the sun would rise within the next hour or so. Aside from the faint rustling coming from the bathroom, the air was occupied by a serene silence, meaning his innermost thoughts became that much more perceptible to his mind’s ear. 

Sometimes, a part of Ace felt like fate had shined upon him— just a little, just this once— when his mind mulled over his…unique relationship with you, and all the events that led up to this exact moment. He too understood the implications of seeing you like this, but he couldn’t find it within himself to let go and move on. There was just…something about you, something special. 

Even now, he still couldn’t quite understand why you were taking such a big risk and basically throwing your life away by getting comfortable with a pirate like him. The both of you came from two different worlds, the morals embedded within those worlds constantly pitted you against each other. 

But you willingly ignored them, and so did he. 

Perhaps that was the ‘special’ quality about you and this relationship that he still struggled to articulate, how pure and genuine it all felt— how you were. Either way, he was grateful that he wasn’t the only one being a little selfish. And every now and again, Ace might silently thank the universe for allowing him this one thing, even though he hasn’t, and probably never will do anything, to deserve it. 

The increasing volume of footsteps pulled Ace from his thoughts, and soon enough you reappeared in the doorway, making your way back to bed– back home in Ace’s arms.

Your lips parted in a yawn, putting your hand over your mouth to muffle the sound, before carefully climbing over the taller man to reclaim your spot next to him. Ace wasted no time encasing you against him once more, one arm laid lazily across your stomach and the other resting under your neck, acting somewhat as a pillow of sorts.

“...took too long,” the pirate muttered under his breath, the low, vibrating sound of his voice so close to your ear did nothing for your fiercely pulsating heart. It was the only organ in your entire body that seemed to be fully awake right now.

“I wasn’t even gone for that long, ya big baby. Prob’ly less than five minutes.” A soft sigh punctuated your reply, snuggling more into the toned front of Ace’s chest and abdomen as he adjusted the thick blankets over both of your bodies. The covers, as well as the gentle warmth radiating from his exposed skin, provided a steady stream of heat that battled against the crisp morning air, both sensations nearly enough to lull you back to sleep. You enthusiastically pushed aside the fact that you had to get up again in two and a half hours for your shift to patrol around the city.

“Shuddup, let’s go to sleep.” Ace grumbled, pulling you even closer to him so that very little space existed between both of you, and nearly nuzzling his face in the bonnet you wore on your head. A soundless chuckle rumbled within your chest, finding his sleepy and almost pouty tone both amusing and adorable.

However, despite his own request, and the fact that his own eyes were barely open, Ace was finding it difficult to once more quiet his thoughts enough to drift back to sleep. They were still a bit too loud and knocked against his skull too much. 

Such thoughts only seemed to intensify when both of his eyes managed to peel themselves open this time in order to observe your form next to him. From what he could see based on where he laid, Ace silently took note of how tranquil your expression was as your breathing began to even out, how long your eyelashes actually were without your glasses obscuring them, and the small birthmark on your cheek that he developed a habit of kissing. His dark eyes roamed across every inch of your face, and he relished in the soft flesh of your stomach underneath his fingertips, giving it a feather-light squeeze every now and again.

You were here with him— in this bed, hardly wearing anything at all, and practically clinging to the arm wrapped around your abdomen— bound together with a kiss on that fateful night two years ago. You wanted to be here, he knew that. So why was it he still had to wrestle with the phantoms of doubt in the darker sectors of his mind? Why did they haunt him so, and prevent him from just plainly accepting this for what it is? Accept that it was okay to indulge, okay to claim this one thing as his and his alone? He didn’t even claim his own father, but this— you? Oh, how he wanted to be greedy, he yearned for it. But something in him, some dark, caustic, unforgiving thing, made him feel like he shouldn’t.

But didn’t he deserve something nice too? Something that wasn’t, or could no longer be tainted by the wicked and unloving world they were born into?

Ace knew that you cared for him— quite a lot, more than you should. There was a four letter word he might have used to label the way in which you cared about him, and he about you, but he dare not say it. He dared not say it in fear that the universe would snatch it away the moment it left his lips, and reveal that it was only playing a heartless joke on him.

“Hey. Are you… okay? Okay with this, I mean.” The words left his lips without putting a real thought behind them, for his mind was preoccupied with trying to keep itself afloat above the sea of negative ones that tried to carry him off to a place he did not want to visit.

Your left eye opened, then your right, as if opening them would help you better process his sudden question. Your brows furrowed next, digging deeper into your forehead in order to figure out the hidden meaning behind his words— or if there was one to begin with. “I…this position is fine, and I’m comfortable. Unless you want to be closer to the window?” You replied with your own question, uncertainty of what he was asking about thick in your tone. And judging by the way his arm tightened around you by a fraction and the nearly inaudible sigh that left his lips, it became clear that’s not what he was truly asking.

“No, I meant…are you okay with us?” Ace’s already husky voice quieted even more, nearly tapering off into a whisper. But he was pressed close enough to you that you were still able to hear him loud and clear. Something about the way he phrased his question rang a silent alarm in your head, indicating that the forthcoming conversation was going to take a more solemn turn.

With that in mind you shifted in his arms, turning around so that you were now facing Ace directly, still so close that the tips of your noses nearly touched each other. His hold on you readjusted as a result, the tattooed arm once more staking its claim on your waist and effectively trapping you against his front. His sable tresses fell unceremoniously across his face, a few strands nearly covering one of his eyes. Your fingers didn’t miss the opportunity to brush them away. 

“Yes.” Your reply was simple, and you thought it important to make that clear first because something, an emotion you were unable to categorize, flickered in his still-hooded eyes. And something about it worried you. “I am more than okay with us. There isn’t another person I’d rather be with right now.” The fingers lingering on his skin suddenly became your entire palm, as you were now cupping the side of his face.

Ace burned even warmer here compared to the rest of his body, and you found physical comfort in the sensation. His skin seemed to ignite under your touch despite his sleepiness, and the dark-haired pirate was internally grateful that it was still quite dark in your room, so you were unable to see the light flush that was beginning to form underneath his freckled cheeks. 

“Why are you asking?” Your inquiry was as tender as your touch, and it made his chest ache. 

It took Ace several seconds to search for his next words and arrange them in a sentence, for your straightforward reply admittedly caught him off-guard. Now he was unsure if there was a need to continue at all.

But the specters of doubt were ever persistent.

“I just…” The words faded away on his tongue before he could say them and instead, your response rang loud in his head. 

‘There isn’t another person I’d rather be with right now’.

Did you mean that? Have you always felt that way? Did you just happen to say that because he asked a question, because somehow you knew that’s what something in his soul wanted to hear?

And then, Ace found his words again. “You can do better, you know.” His voice turned more gruff, rough around the edges, as if he had to forcefully tug those words from the back of his throat. As if it hurt to say that. “You could, if you wanted. You’re gorgeous. Intelligent, resourceful. You have a respectable career, and you can cook damn good.”

You released a soft chuckle at that last part, finding it comical how he always found a way to talk about how good your food was. But whatever uptick on your lips faded as soon as it came once Ace parted his lips to speak again.

“You don’t have to spend your time, money, or energy on someone like me. You didn’t have to spread those pretty legs of yours for me, either. Didn’t have to let me stay here whenever I come to town. You didn’t even have to let me sleep in this bed so close to you.”

He paused, the muscles laying against and wrapped around you tensed briefly, his eyelashes met the apples of his cheeks when he allowed his eyes to close for a moment. When he opened them again, he found it harder to look at you— if he did, he might crumble away. “You could do better than a pirate like me, who has nothing going for himself except for instability, anger and…and hate. So, why?”

The next words reverberated in the air without Ace even having to say them. Why choose me? Why risk all of that for me?

Similarly, something throbbed uncomfortably within your chest as you listened to him speak, even after he finished and silence descended upon the both of you. 

You could only wonder where this line of questioning originated from. It was uncharacteristic of Ace to voice thoughts of this nature, even more so when there was no prior word or action to lure them forward. You continued to observe him in the quiet, not even realizing that you had been softly caressing his cheek all this while until your hand came to a halt.

Why? Why were you with Ace, entangled in every sense of the word and jeopardizing the life you’ve built for yourself for his sake? The answer seemed so simple, but not as much now that you had to consciously think about it; you somehow struggled to put it into words. 

Ace was like the rays of sunlight that peeked through heavy drapes in the early morning— much like they would soon be in a few hours— or like the flickering flames of a small fire that offered you solace on an unkind wintery night. He was warm and intense, but mellow and tender at the same time, in his own way. He offered you comfort when you needed it, stirred up something in you when you wanted it, brightened your life when you didn’t even realize how dull and monochrome it was. Ace was…

“Allow me to offer a question of my own. Why are you taking an equally significant, if not greater risk, just to curl up in my bed with me? Why come back so often to this town, risking capture, if only to hold me close, eat the food I make, and to make love to me?”

Your inquiries seemed to tug you forward, motivating you to scoot a little closer to Ace so that there was hardly even an iota of space existing in between your faces. His breath hitched quietly in his chest at that, more so when you leaned forward and simply placed your lips on his cheek, right on top of the dozens of prominent and faded freckles that resided there. Something about the gesture felt intentional— like you did not kiss his face, but the light specks on top of it. And thinking about it like that made his taut chest twinge again in a manner he could not describe right now.

Your breaths against his flesh were soft and leveled, and successfully fanned the flames of an even pinker flush to blossom across his visage.

He struggled to give you a coherent answer to your questions because his inner thoughts seemed to reset every time your plush lips came in contact with his face— all gentle like he would break if you applied too much pressure. He never associated that word with himself before, nor had anyone else in his entire life.

So why did he do it? Why did he do any of it? Why was he so attached to you, to your existence, your presence, and everything that reminded him of you? 

Ace knew the answer. 

He fears he’s known it for some time now.

But would it be right— would it be okay to label it with the word that was sitting on his tongue? Did he truly have the capacity to bear the weight of it? Would this blissful reality he found himself nestled in start to unravel the moment he said it? Would the universe truly let him have this one thing to himself, forever?

A feathery, open-mouthed kiss from you onto his nose cut off his thoughts, but confirmed his answer. 

A bleary sort of smile, edges softened by his affection for you, tugged the corners of Ace’s mouth upwards. The hand that encased your waist traveled further downwards to take the meat of your thigh in its grasp, and toss it over his own hips. He had slung your leg over himself in an attempt to hold your bodies inexplicably closer, the feeling of his fingers gliding lazily across your exposed skin caused your pulse to quicken.

“I understand. Thank you.” 

Within another second or two, his mouth eventually met with yours. His lips and yours seamlessly molded together, like they were two carved parts of the same whole. It was a slow, saccharine thing, ultimately leading your fingertips to slide back and thread themselves through his dark locks, and the calloused, hot palm on your thigh to grip the area ever tighter— as if you’d evaporate if he didn’t do so.

Ace loved you— was in love with you. His heart thrummed against his chest when he tossed that fact around in his head, gradually accepting it to be true as he steadily deepened the kiss.

He murmured those three words into your mouth after languidly coaxing it open with his tongue so the wet muscle could slither inside and make a home there. It was barely intelligible, but somehow you knew what he’d said. Such a declaration was only reserved for you, so of course you recognized it. Ace didn’t even want the words to linger in the air, lest the universe heard what he had said. He still thanked it though, grateful to whatever deities thrusted you into his path that night so that he could have this moment with you, and build similar ones like this hereafter.

You reciprocated it, quietly sighing the words back into him and he eagerly swallowed them up, giving your thigh an affectionate squeeze in response.

Briefly, you pulled back, but only by a millimeter— not wanting the cold air of the early morning to catch you yet— and your palm ended up on Ace’s jaw. The pad of your thumb brushed over the sheet of freckles with no particular pattern or rhythm, and you absently thought about how they might be your favorite feature on his entire body. As if to emphasize this point, you pressed a lingering kiss onto its surface again, and for a moment, Ace thought he might shut down. He simply could not comprehend the loving nature behind such a simple act, or why it affected him so; all he could do was offer a small, fond grin.

Time still marched forward, but it graciously allowed the pair of lovers to bask in each other for a little while longer. The sky’s hue would slowly shift from a deep navy blue to a slightly brighter one, causing the dimness of the room to inch back into its corners for the day. The sunlight would soon come.

( # ) @icy-spicy @triangularz @pookieace @ichore @valentineluvu

[akito-shinonome-daily]

tags via @sillystringstar

➥ would y’all believe me if i said i was a kohane oshi

🎤 day 328 🎵

➥ today’s akito is from the project sekai comic anthology chapter 20!!

[paintedkinzy-88]

I really hate to be this person, but my cat has to get surgery and the cost is really going to wipe us out, unfortunately, so…

I’ve been working on making a RedBubble for prints and such, and I’ll probably get stickers set up on Etsy as soon as I’m able to, but for now I set up a Ko-Fi for a sort of commission-like opportunity.

Until January 16th, I will draw a dragon design for a character of your choice for $25! Not like a full reference sheet, I wanna have the time to get to as many as I can if I need to, but still fully rendered like above. Dragons are the one thing I think I can draw consistently and repeatedly, so I’m sorry it’s nothing more broad! 😭

Rules are under the cut, PLEASE READ THEM before you do anything! ❤️ I am very new with this, so please be patient with me.

Link to my page is here, and I’ll put it on my Masterpost as well.

Thank you, whether you can donate or not. I appreciate all the support you guys have ever given me. (ﾉ´ヮ´)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

REQUEST RULES:

You can place your orders under the Requests section!

The listing will close after January 16th, 11:59 PM PST, and I set my max request slots to 15, so I’m not too overwhelmed lmao.

Leave your Tumblr account in the description box of the request, alongside the requested character, so I may contact you and/or tag you in the completed drawing’s post! If you want to remain anonymous, though, that is totally fine as well.

I will send updates/process pictures unless you tell me otherwise, or you go the anon route!

If you have a certain dragon character already in mind, want an OC done, or have any additional requests for the piece (pose, dragon type, any sort of design specifications), tell me in the instructions! There should be a section for images as well. Or you can message me here, of course!

I WILL be posting every finished piece here, unless told otherwise!

If you do not send specifications, I will design the dragon(s) as I see fit to the character! (ﾉ´ヮ´)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

I cannot promise any kind of time frame for when the drawing will be complete. I do have other things that take up my time. I will try to complete them ASAP!

Should you want more than one character in the same shot, I’d say it’s an extra $10 for each additional design (in the listing). But, if you want each character on their own page, that is a separate order, $25 each.

These are for fully rendered pieces in my style, no backgrounds, and no reference sheets. If you want other options for cheaper, like just a colored sketch, message me first and we can talk about that as well. :)

Depending on how this week goes, I may choose to do this again in the future with more formality and flexibility! This is just a bit of an emergency. ;w;

Message me/send an Ask if you have any questions!!

The Ko-Fi also serves as a sort of tip jar, should you simply want to donate a $5 coffee instead. By all means, if you cannot or don’t want to donate, PLEASE don’t. I just don’t really know what else to do. :/

The above image is one of the designs I made for Ink in UTMV. Further examples of my work are below!

(Note that the drawings will be more like these first two examples!! For price reference, the two characters would have been $35, and the five $65)

[nautls11]

“Long time no see.”

Tw: needles

An awesome idea from my friend @offputtinglesbian to combine william wight and jinx while i was yapping at them about my wight headcanons, everyone say thank you to them bc they are hip and swag and i got to draw wight in jinx’s outfit and yknow what hes serving

(wight yap sesh below)

Since he was resurrected by the wights instead of the wisps, I think that he was revived because he had unfinished business and a want for vengeance, and when trying to theorize what could make him want such desperate vengeance, I thought about his brother.

so my headcanon is that in this world, he tried to get along with his brother but david would just keep him around as kind of a punching bag, and instead of dying alone on that cliff that night, dave pushed him off. He didn't mean to kill him, he just gave him a shove expecting him to stumble around and look stupid for a few moments, but it was dark and rainy, and Will couldn't regain his footing before he fell off. but will didn't see it that way, after everything he had done to try and gain his friendship and trust, david just wanted him dead. And woth that unfinished business, the wights resurrected him instead, with the goal of taking vengeance on david, and then fulfilling the wight’s ambitions afterwards.

i think it would be cool if wight found david in a similar situation that will found himself in the greyscale arc, where hes doing some illegal experiment, but instead of will chasing x and cantrip, he’s chasing david. like a whole turn on the scene where david is the one in danger instead of giving the commands, and wight kills him with the serum he killed cantrip with in the canon timeline.

so yeah thanks for coming to my tedtalk i am very normal about william wight (lie) and since you came this far down have this realization i made while thinking about david’s death lmao

[lalalian]

So is there anything you can tell us about some of aethergarde’s teachers?

hihi!

Yeah I have a few teachers scripted! I just kept putting off posting about them due to plot stuff (sorry, ik you've asked this a few times!)

(Please refer to the progress report for the in-script teacher update)

OH-- Btw, I am still working on the mermaid script, it's just that it's so so messy rn; I'll update the progress report when things are more cohesive.

A few things to note… A lot of the teachers are gonna wanna teach you. You’re likely going to get the more famed teachers in the academy; they’ll use their influence to teach you. Teachers you’ll definitely have are: Professor Drakard, Professor Riorson, Esther Naida Covington

Alright, let's get into the teachers! Do note that these aren't all the teachers, it's just some of them.

Ok wait but first, what do I mean by influence and power in this post?

Professors who have taught at Aethergarde Academy the longest and teach either a fighting class or a magic class tend to have the most influence over discussions over curriculum, Academy based movements (like sending out 5th yrs to fight on behalf of the academy), dispelling particularly harmful rumors, and of course picking students they want to teach. You'd think only the assistant headmaster and the headmaster themselves decide this on their own, but in Aethergarde, both professors and the headmasters discuss what to do together. Curriculum changes that affect all departments will be discussed with all the teachers, but curriculum changes that only affect one or two more departments will be discussed with the appropriate teachers in each department. Meetings that include the non-magic based combat department tend to have the most discord-- mostly due to the fact that a lot of the teachers in this department either has anger issues, lots of influence, or both.

You bet your ass that people will be fighting over you.

professors:

Name: Aaron Hale Riorson

Subject: Spellwork, Scything

Class Levels: 1-5 (and onward for scything)

Rate my professor: 11/10

TOP TAGS: Strict, Supportive, Intimidating

- Lax: 4/10

- Teaching Ability: 9/10

- Homework: 4/10

Background:

Professor Riorson has worked for Aethergarde Academy for a long time— he is the head of the Magic Department at Aethergarde. His reputation as a talented rider and a personable leader makes him have a lot of influence and power amongst the rest of the teachers. He rarely tries to use his influence to get something he wants as he feels that it’s unfair; he has very few exceptions— you’re one of them. Once he finds out that you’re specializing in the scythe, he’ll definitely try to get you in his class.

Teaching Experience:

Professor Riorson (yes I did name him after the Percy Jackson author) is strict on his students because he wants to weed out the kids who aren’t persistent/skilled enough to handle the scythe. In his spellwork class, he is also pretty strict, but he is a lot less rigid and cold.

Name: Isaac Reol Lancaster

Subject: Swords, Long Bow

Class Levels: All

Rate my Professor: 8.5/10

TOP TAGS: Popular, Charismatic, Resourceful

Lax: 6/10

Teaching Ability: 7.5/10

Homework: 2.5/10

Background:

Recognize his last name? Yes, he’s related to Callisto and Asterias— Professor Lancaster is the boys’ uncle. Due to familial ties and bias, Professor Lancaster cannot teach either Callisto or Asterias. He is one of the most popular male teachers on campus amongst students— I’m sure we can guess why LMAO. He’s pretty close to Asterias and often tries to mediate any arguments between Callisto and his brother.

Teaching Experience:

Professor Lancaster has been working at Aethergarde Academy for 7~ years now. If you want an easier class, Professor Lancaster is your way to go. He can get distracted during class; like he’ll talk about Asterias and Callisto instead of like idk, teaching. Unlike most teachers, he won’t be as interested in teaching you.

Name: Daione Eloise Ingram

Subject: Aurawork, Magic Theory

Class Levels: All

Rate my Professor: 9/10

TOP TAGS: Understanding, Reserved, Passionate

Lax: 6/10

Teaching Ability: 9/10

Homework: 6.5/10

Background:

Professor Ingram would definitely make Magic Theory bearable. She's worked with Aethergarde Academy since the beginning, so she too has quite a bit of influence, especially regarding the Magic Department.

Teaching Experience:

Professor Ingram is calm and patient-- she isn't the kind of person to get frustrated easily, especially with underclassmen (1st and 2nd yr). She firmly believes that some students just need more time to master certain aura patterns, and is willing to accommodate if the student shows that they are at least trying to learn said skill (going to review sessions, asking lots of questions, or seeing her during her office hours).

Name: Alina Pietarinen

Subject: Herbology, Magitech

Class Levels: All (herbology), 1-2 (magitech)

Rate my Professor: 8.5/10

TOP TAGS: Eccentric, Efficient, Sociable

Lax: 7/10

Teaching Ability: 9/10

Homework: 1/10

Background:

Professor Pietarinen has also been with Aethergarde Academy for quite sometime, but has only recently began teaching Magitech (when you first shift to aethergarde, her second year of teaching magitech will have begun). She is popular with many of the extracurricular teachers.

Teaching Experience:

Professor Pietarinen is pretty chill, but she's also incredibly knowledgeable. Out of all of the herbology teachers, she teaches her students the most efficiently. Her small tricks and tips often help students grasp concepts faster-- this includes both her magitech classes and her herbology classes. As a bonus, she almost never assigns homework, and if she does, the assignment usually doesn't take more than 10 minutes.

Name: Nicoleas Barou

Subject: Scything, Battle Experience

Class Levels: Only teaches 3rd, 4th, and 5th yr students

Rate my Professor: 8.5/10

TOP TAGS: Stern, Harsh, High-Expectations

Lax: 0/10

Teaching Ability: 9.5/10

Homework: 6/10?

Background:

Professor Barou was head-knight of the Thorns Squadron before he started teaching. He only started teaching part-time when he kept getting disappointed by the new Aethergarde Academy recruits, but he eventually found that he liked teaching more than he thought he would (he'd never admit it tho) so he left the Thorns to become a Battle Experience teacher. His main weapons are throwing knives and the scythe; after seeing the performance of one student who was learning how to fight with a scythe in Battle Experience, he demanded to also teach kids how to fight with a scythe. He and Professor Riorson really don't get along-- they teach differently. Since Professor Barou refuses to teach underclassmen, you may have to take a semester or two (or more) with Professor Barou after you've been taught by Professor Riorson-- Trust me, Professor Barou will teach you how to fight in a different way and insult the way Professor Riorson has taught you.

Teaching Experience:

Professor Barou is the most infamous teacher amongst students. He never directly gives you homework, but he does insinuate you need to practice whatever you're not good at. Bottom-line is... Just practice for at least an hour or two per week-- just make sure he doesn't see you or else he'll either yell at you to do better (and then walk away muttering about how the riders these days just aren't talented enough) OR, if you're really unlucky, he'll stand there and say everything you're doing wrong until you get it right. In this case, your self-study session may last way longer than a few hours. Despite his crazy work ethic and harsh way of teaching, he is one of the biggest reasons why Aethergarde has such great riders. Uh, I will say tho... Scything class with this man will be TOUGH.

Name: Esther Naida Covington

Subject: Potions, Dragon Etiquette, Developmental Psychology: Dragons

Class Levels: All

Rate my Professor: 10/10

TOP TAGS: Passionate, Agreeable, Forgiving

Lax: 7/10

Teaching Ability: 9/10

Homework: 3/10

Background:

Professor Covington is another student favorite; many Aethergarde grads will continue to maintain a relationship with Professor Covington. She has been with Aethergarde Academy for an extremely long time, and refuses to retire because she enjoys teaching so much. Both her popularity and her long history with the academy gives her a lot of influence.

Teaching Experience:

Professor Covington doesn't like to make her classes hard, instead, she'll provide as many resources possible (for potions class, she'll provide a copy of the most important parts of her lectures to everyone, and if you're not in class that day, she'll make note of it and give you the notes). She is flexible with exams and practicals. Professor Covington may ask her students when they'd like to have their tests, and she'll plan for it to be on that day. Her teaching style makes her class straightforward and enjoyable.

Name: Elise Irene Drakard

Subject: Martial Arts, Throwing Knives

Class Levels: Only teaches 3rd, 4th, 5th yr students

Rate my Professor: 7/10

TOP TAGS: Unforgiving, tough, realistic

Lax: 2/10

Teaching ability: 8.7/10

Homework: 4/10

Background:

Professor Drakard is the youngest teacher at Aethergarde Academy. She is a recent addition; she began teaching at the academy only 3 years ago. Professor Drakard has a lot of rumors surrounding her since she doesn’t talk about herself much, and at least 2 teachers are crushing on her. Despite her short time at the academy, she has quite a good reputation (staff/teacher wise).

Teaching Experience:

As you can see from both the tags and ratings, she is a very strict teacher. She is the kind of professor to purposely fail you if she doesn’t think you deserve to pass because you either suck at martial arts/throwing knives, or you aren’t a good rider in general. Homework generally consists of practical work; she will have a written quiz here and there just so you know what terms she’s talking abt + make sure you’re listening to her in class. Professor Drakard used to teach all grade levels, but was removed from 1st and 2nd year classes due to high failure rates. On the bright side, you’ll be really good at whatever subject she taught you if you do have her as your teacher.

Name: Amon

Subject: Specialized Niche Training*, General Ancient Languages

Class Levels: 3rd, 4th, and 5th yr students only

Rate my Professor: 10/10

TOP TAGS: Mysterious, Charismatic, Powerful

Lax: 5/10

Teaching Ability: 9.5/10

Homework: 3/10

NOTE: Specialized Niche Training*

You will be his only student in his specialized niche class!

Background:

Amon has a ton of rumors surrounding him-- whether or not his dragon is dead, is he even a rider, is he even a he? Nobody really knows because he doesn't teach many classes. Students tend to enroll in his General Ancient Languages class just to see him. He always wears a mask, and he always wears those pointy metal gloves. Awhile ago, parents became increasingly concerned with the fact that Amon was teaching students in Aethergarde Academy. Sylvia Godwin, Aethergarde Academy's assistant headmaster, had to address this rumor in place of the headmaster; essentially, she revealed that she is certain that Amon's loyalty lies with the Academy, but did not explain why.

Teaching Experience:

Amon is eerily calm; no student has ever seen him angry. He is not one to use words to keep students in line, instead he uses his aura to emit a threatening feeling (idk how to describe it, but yk what I'm talking abt, right?). Not much is known about him, and any personal question is often dismissed with an enigmatic answer.

Name: Yashodha Karavadra

Subject: Tessen Fan Training, History of Eudora

Class Levels: All (and onward for tessen fan)

Rate my Professor: 9.5/10

TOP TAGS: Patient, Firm, Understanding

Lax: 5.5/10

Teaching Ability: 9.5/10

Homework: 2/10

Background:

Professor Karavadra has been with the academy for a while, but not as long as Professor Covington. She isn't the kind of person to dabble in social politics, because of this, she does not exert as much influence as most other teachers.

Teaching Experience:

Professor Karavadra recommends vendors for her students to shop for supplies and weapons; she tries not to show it, but she prefers students who aren't of noble descent more than nobles themselves. Professor Karavadra doesn't bend her expectations. If you can't keep up, she isn't the kind to get frustrated, rather, she'd invite you to her review sessions after class. She is well-liked among non-noble students due to her slight preference and willingness to financially provide for kids who cannot afford quality supplies.

Name: Cora Muir Lesiak

Subject: Swords

Class Levels: All

Rate my Professor: 8/10

TOP TAGS: Outgoing, Hardworking, Encouraging

Lax: 4/10

Teaching Ability: 8/10

Homework: 2/10

Background:

Professor Lesiak doesn't stand out much compared to other teachers but she's still quite talented. Professor Lesiak also worked in the Thorns Squadron, and she is often characterized by her strong loyalty to the crown. Some teachers don't like her for her ideology. Some teachers wanted to restrict the number of classes she teaches, but since Professor Lesiak never talks about politics in class, even after students speak about such topics, the Academy has largely ignored such concerns.

Teaching Experience:

Professor Lesiak is very extroverted and outgoing-- her personality is quite a stark difference from a lot of the teachers in the Academy. While she doesn't require her students to come to her review sessions, it is highly recommended as you can get your practice done within an hour. Professor Lesiak is not the kind of person to push you too far.

Name: Baariq El Khouri

Subject: Strategy Analysis

Class Levels: All

Rate my Professor: 9/10

TOP TAGS: Analytical, Critical, Comprehensive

Lax: 5/10

Teaching Ability: 9.5/10

Homework: 7.5/10

Background:

Ugh he's so fine. SO ANYWAYS, Professor Khouri is also another student favorite. I think we know why. Ok but besides that, he's insanely analytical and is one of the reasons why Aethergarde alumni are such great leaders. Professor Khouri, because of his specialization, works closely with both Sylvia Godwin (Assistant Principal) and Sagria Nahas (Headmaster) when planning the logistics of certain events.

Teaching Experience:

Professor Khouri doesn't assign a lot of homework, but whenever you do get an assignment from him, it's pretty hard, and he isn't a lenient grader. As long as you can explain why your method/answer is best, you'll get a good grade, but you need to make sure all factors are covered. Like all of them. Also if you aren't the type of person to raise your hand in class, take notes on the things people say and the professor's feedback. You'll know why a certain thing is wrong and the proper solution to it quicker.

Name: Yerzhan Maratov

Subject: Martial Arts, Tessen Fan

Class Levels: All

Rate my Professor: 10/10

TOP TAGS: Detail-Oriented, Diligent, Unique

Lax: 4/10

Teaching Ability: 9.5/10

Homework: 4/10

Background:

Professor Maratov used to teach at Empyrigate; he quit once he witnessed a truly talented rider fight with a tessen fan in one of the tournaments. Professor Maratov is probably one of the most loyal teachers to Aethergarde Academy; he is extremely passionate and proud that Aethergarde Academy fosters the best riders in Aenaroth. Professor Maratov is also not from Eudora, he moved decades ago (he is from Luayuhin).

Teaching Experience:

Professor Maratov places a lot of value in meditation in both his tessen fan and martial arts classes. This is because mana can make parts of your body weigh slightly more, cause too much mana to be pooled in the least useful parts of the body, or mana isn't pooling in the right limbs at the right times. Professor Maratov ensures his students utilize the passive form of mana correctly. Because of this, his classes are more complex than your traditional martial arts and tessen fan classes. Most of your homework will probably be aura related, followed by footwork, and just general fighting.

[galactic-knightmare]

The tADC fam but BUGS

...I had the sudden urge to draw Hollow Knight stuff but I'm still hyperfixated on tADC, so the solution? CROSSOVER ...which is weird. I'm usually really not into crossovers, and I don't generally like them all too much, but for some reason my brain thinks their Cool with tADC?? and I end up thinking of lore and stuff for them?? idk man my brain is. going through something lmao. AAaaannyway, lore n' stuff under the cut!

starting wiiiiithhh Kinger! :

Since Hollow knight doesn't have computers- or they do? I have no idea how to describe Monomon's lab. so instead he's kinda like a scientist but not? whatever it is that Monomon is. big brain boi.

Anyway he worked with Monomon and the Pale King on creating the vessels, but had no idea exactly what they were- he thought they were just going to be like the kingsmould- just mindless machines that are shaped like bugs. he did not know they were essentially the king and queen's kids, which were being experimented and killed en mass. So naturally, when he found out, he was pissed.

So when Hollownest starts falling after the failed sealing of Radiance, he ends up accidentally finding a surviving vessel, albeit a strange one. he ends up kinda loosing it due to guilt and stuff, so we end up with our beloved Kinger we all know and love (just fluffier and a bug)

Queenie :

Queenie is a retired Wasp warrior in this, having either come from a different Kingdom, or the arena of fools. She ended up acting as a guard for hire, and ended up meeting Kinger and becoming a sort of extra guard at Monomon's lab where they were working. One thing leads to another and eventually they end up married.

Aaaand now we have two options for this- the Angst Option, or the less Angst Option.

the Angst Option is that, like how she abstracted in the series, in this AU she ends up with the infection, and either dies completely or ends up with her infected corpse hidden inside a locked room in their house. very depressing and stuff.

the non-angst option is that she got injured pretty badly while defending their home from some Infected bugs, and ended up bedridden, so she doesn't leave their home that much anymore, thus why you don't generally see her.

aaand now Pomni! :

Pompom is one of the three known survivors of the Deepnest tribes. (the others being Hornet and Midwife, four if we're counting that unknown weaver we see at one point) She's stuck as a lone hunter, usually sticking to greenpath since there's more things to hunt. eventually she meets Kinger and they end up befriending each other. as scatterbrained as the moth is, he's one of the few non-infected beings around now, so she's happy to have some company now.

despite coming from a family of weavers, Pomni really isn't fond of weaving. She's somewhat like Hornet, with preferring battle over words. despite how quick to attack she is though, its mostly due to nervousness. they can't attack you if they've already been stabbed. outside of battle she's the Pomni we all know and love- nervous and anxious to an extreme.

While she's fond of Kinger (and Queenie in the non-angst version) she's got mixed feelings with the weird Vessel that lives with the two. More often than not, she ends up either wanting to slap him or hug him. the two usually end up on patrols around Greenpath together, although hardly any hunting gets done during those.

Aaaand finally my beloved boi, Caine :

He's the vessel! obvs. but something went a bit wrong. either he got into something he shouldn't, or he ended up experimented on by someone else. (or maybe he just had a brief encounter with a grimmkin that decided yes, this smol pale child shall now have some of my powers for shits and giggles). Either way, he's ended up as a hybrid of the two, with the raptor-claws, tail, and facial markings of a Grimmkin, but the spikes and everything else of a Vessel. The grimmkin glow/nightmare energy however is a liiittle fucked for some reason though, since it's blue and green instead of the normal red.

either way, he managed to escape the void unlike most of the millions of vessels, and ended up in the care of Kinger (and Queenie) eventually. He usually follows the two around like a lost puppy, though since meeting Pomni, he's started following her around too. he steers clear of Hornet obviously- his bio half-sister scares him (as she should- we all know how she handled vessels before Ghost)

Hes also unusually short for a Vessel, and a Grimmkin honestly. he's not that much taller than Ghost, who's still in the child-stage of a Vessel. his tail also isn't fully right either- instead of the spiked tail of a Vessel or the Scorpion tail of a Grimmkin, it instead doesn't even have a tailtip, and is instead constantly leaking soul/nightmare energy. Its concerned Kinger greatly, but theres not much he can do about it.

He's also not genderless like other Vessels- or he is, but prefers he/him. or hes a gremlin like how I picture Caine, and is technically in a way genderfluid? idk how to describe my son lmao

[itsyaboilexus]

HELLO! am new here, this is literally my second post after complaining about the lack of spaghetti in my life (I'm not italian lmao) so take this with patience :D

its just a little fic idea i had in school after scrolling down tumblr during break

HP, right after Lily's and James' death, but instead of Peter being the traitor, Sirius was ACTUALLY the traitor (for whatever reason, i havent thought of that yet- maybe hes just evil, idk), and Peter is truly dead.

Regulus isnt dead even though everyone thinks so, he ran away right after getting the horcrux and is on the run (somewhere in northern italy, you get the CMBYN reference ⁠(⁠ ͡⁠°⁠ ͜⁠ʖ⁠ ͡⁠°⁠)), trying to figure out how to destroy the horcrux, but as soon as he sees some wizardly news and sees that Sirius has been captured and is in azkaban, he storms right back to London. as soon as he goes to James' and Lily's house, he finds a breaking down Remus in the ruins, because fuck, the man he loved, killed their three closest friends and is now in azkaban.

And so they learn to cope together, Regulus silently copes with the knowledge him and James had an affair and never told Lily and now James is dead before they could properly end it. Even though Reggie loved him, he wanted Harry to have a normal family.

And now he doesnt, because Reg and Remus dont know where Harry is at all, only to be told when he is 11 (beginning of Sorcerers stone) that he was with Lily's sister, etc etc,

(this part is almost the same as HP storyline, except Ron hasnt got an old rat but a regular rat and Harry has genuinely been almost killed by Sirius in PoA)

[jeonrrelic]

how to lose a guy in one second • jjk

you may be a quirky girl but that doesn't stop jungkook from falling for you

pairing: jk x reader

genre: funny, dramatic

word count: 600+

author's note: this is my first drabble so it isn't as great as you think. it might come off as cliche and cring ybut bear with me lmao. i promise i will make better ones, in fact, i only have a few drafts. maybe by next week you will get to see another one!

It started like any other day—a slight breeze, the sun shining gently through the leaves, and you were running late for their shift at the cafe down the street. The kind of late that makes you grab mismatched socks and pray no one notices. 

Except today wasn’t any other day. Today, your crush—the crush—Jungkook, certified golden boy, tattooed heartthrob, and occasional heartbreaker, had decided to stop by the cafe. 

It was only 10 a.m. when Jungkook strolled in, exuding confidence in a plain white tee and black jeans. Your pulse skyrocketed. The man didn’t just walk—he sauntered like a black-and-white movie star. 

“Hi,” he said, sliding up to the counter with a grin so dazzling that you momentarily forgot what oxygen was. 

“H-hi,” you squeaked, fumbling with the edge of your apron. “What can I get you?” 

Jungkook tilted his head slightly, lips pursing in mock contemplation. “I’ll take an iced Americano, please. Extra ice.” He winked. WINKED. 

Y/N’s brain turned into static. A simple coffee order shouldn’t feel like a marriage proposal, but here they were, mentally rehearsing wedding vows. 

The cup was prepped. Ice. Coffee. Lid. 

You was almost proud of yourself for surviving this ordeal unscathed. You hand it over, your fingers brushing his for the briefest moment, and “accidentally” made eye contact. 

“Thank you,” Jungkook said smoothly. Then he took the cup and—horror of horrors—paused. His eyebrows furrowed. 

You froze. Had you... had you put sugar in it by mistake? Misspelled his name? Accidentally written, “Please marry me” instead of “Jungkook” on the cup? (It wouldn’t be the first time.) 

“Is this… your number?” Jungkook’s voice was low, teasing. He turned the cup around, showcasing a hastily scrawled series of digits that were definitely not yours. You stared at the cup in horror. 

Those were the digits to their Wi-Fi router. 

“Oh my gosh,” you whispered, the weight of yourembarrassment crashing down like an avalanche. 

Jungkook blinked, then broke into a laugh so rich and full it could’ve been bottled and sold as serotonin. “You… gave me your Wi-Fi password?” 

Your soul left your body. 

But wait. It got worse. Because in your panic to explain yourself, your arms flailed wildly, knocking over a tray of drinks. 

One drink—no, all the drinks—spilled directly onto Jungkook’s shirt. His white shirt. 

Gasps erupted in the cafe. Time stood still. Your brain screamed: Murder me now, universe! 

Jungkook glanced down at his now-brown-stained shirt. A slow grin spread across his face as he met your mortified gaze. “Well,” he said, plucking at the drenched fabric, “that’s one way to cool me down.” 

The sheer absurdity of his response stunned you for a moment. Then, unable to stop yourself, you burst into nervous laughter. 

“I’m so sorry!” you wheezed between giggles, grabbing a wad of napkins and attempting to dab at the mess. It only made it worse, as napkin bits clung to his shirt. 

“Stop,” Jungkook said, grabbing your hands gently. His eyes twinkled with mischief. “You’re making it worse.” 

“Oh my gosh, I’m the worst!” you groaned, covering your face. 

“You’re not the worst,” he said, his tone far too kind for someone whose coffee order had just turned into a laundry disaster. “But if this was some elaborate plan to get my attention, congratulations.” 

You peeked through your fingers. “Wait, so you’re not mad?” 

Jungkook shook his head, his grin infectious. “Nah. Besides, now I have an excuse to come back.” 

“Why would you do that to yourself?” You blurted before you could think better of it. 

“Because,” Jungkook said, leaning in just enough to make your knees weak, “you’re cute when you’re freaking out.” 

Your jaw dropped, but before you could even respond, he was already heading toward the door. 

“See you tomorrow, Wi-Fi Y/N!” he called over his shoulder, leaving you standing there, a puddle of mortification and giddiness. 

And just like that, Jungkook—the guy you lost in one second—became the one you might actually get to keep. 

[aguinhac]

I drew berror a lucidia redesign, because I'm still sad he ain't a part of lucidia, I don't care if it makes sense or not, I am adding him to everything I can add him.

In retrospect I shouldn't have drawn him with this pose, consirering... You know, you can't see his glov-

Bonus:

look at him, he so silly.

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⚠️ Warning ⚠️ Someone getting overly upset about spooky scary skeletons below 👇

Ok, first things first, before having the idea for this, I had no idea what “Lucidia” was, I literally though it was the name of the redesign, but then I found out it was a series, I simply though it was just an UT AU, read like two pages, thought “coming from crayon queen this AU must be huge” and decided to just read it later, cause that's something I do sometimes. (still trying to find some time to read fatal error lmao)

One day I was scrolling through ask error trying to find a specific panel for reference cause I was planning a comic, and there were some asks about Lucidia, I read those and found out Lucidia was actually something completely unrelated to Undertale, and that error and fresh would now be their own characters instead of Undertale AUs.

because I am a whiny bitch, that thought scared me and I didn't want to read it anymore, but the voices in my head told me, just cause they are now independent characters is not like they are gonna disappear, and for me to man up and read the thing, so I manned up, read the comic, and there was like 5 pages.

I told myself: there is NO WAY Lucidia is this short, and I decided to search more about it for two reasons: one I had the berror redesign ready cause I made it like a year ago for something else unrelated, but I was willing to change somethings about it, and by knowing more of Lucidia I was hoping I could it make the redesign better, and two, I was curious, I had read a little bit about it but I wanted to learn more, (maybe get some more info about errors?) so I started looking, so I read through some wikis and found- Almost nothing.

But I am a self proclaimed Dreamtale expert, I am used to going through wikis and finding almost jack-shit, so I instead I went directly on crayon queen’s blog, and I guess I found a little bit, but… when I did the Dreamtale comparison, I was not joking, searching Lucidia canon reminded me a lot searching for Dreamtale canon, the key differences being that when I searched for Dreamtale I knew that there was info, It was just scattered around, and I had some idea of what I was looking for because one of the first things you find in joku’s blog is character names, but when looking for Lucidia canon, I had no idea what I was looking for, or how much there was to look for, unlike Dreamtale that everything I learned helped me learn something new, in Lucidia everything I learned made me feel there was less to learn, if this makes any sense.

And even worst, there were moments where this fucking thing called me stupid, not joking, when I am reading through Dreamtale and don't understand something I can give the excuse “I don't speak Spanish” LUCIDIA in the other hand was all written in english, and I still wasn't understanding it, “I couldnt give the I don't speak the language” excuse anymore, it's laughtable the amount of times this series called me illiterate, Let me repeat, A SERIES called me DUMB, A SERIES THAT HASN'T BEEN UPDATED SINCE 2021, CALLED ME STUPID.

I can't say I haven't learned anything about it, I learned about spice named reapers, reaper ranking, proferror and circuit… and that's pretty much it.

Well, I might have wasted my time on an AU that I don't even know if it's canceled or not, and that in the end did not help me design the character, did not teach me about errors, and with such a small amount of info about it, didn't satisfied my curiosity, BUT, reaper x error (a ship that I do not like) became 10X times funnier, so there's that.

[pumpkinsy0]

Can I get more Darry and pony I cannot live without they and you have the best headcannons

darry and pony heyyyyyyyy hiiiiiiiiii❤️

•darrys always usually asking what he wants for dinner, sometimes he asks johnny but mostly pony. ponys a bit of a picky eater at times and he knows that the gang would rlly eat whatever he makes, its better than nothing

•darrys the one who taught pony not to b embarrassed of his name!! pony went to soda about it first but the only reason y ppl do is literally only bc sodas seen as VERY cute, that “just ignore them” advice wasnt gonna cut it for pony. darry however gave him actual advice and taught him to b pretty proud of his name, soda just makes him feel less alone about having a “weird name”

•pony and darry dont look like brothers at ALL, like if u look at darry and soda then pony and soda youd think “yeaaaa alright its not clear but im squinting and totally see it now”, darry and pony however???? dont look related at all, theyve been told that so many times atp they just stand there awkwardly going “yea haha guess so”, but if u see their mannerisms, its toootttalllyyyy obvious, especially when theyre nervous

•the dog that the curtis’ had was technically rlly darrys dog, darry just asked pony if he could ask their parents to keep em bc he knew they would say yes to him w little hesitation, he woulda told soda to do it but soda ran out his yes’ from them for the month, he was a needy ass kid😭😭

•ponys a lil beefy bc sometimes he drinks some of darrys shakes, EVERYONE else says its grows but something about it is rlly good to pony, he has no shame about it and darrys noticed ponys (growing) muscles. everytime darry brings it up pony gets a boost in confidence

•when i think about darry going to college after years and graduating , i think about pony being the ones to take the pics and b smiling hard for darrys achievement, just like darry was for ponys hs and college graduation, doesnt matter how grown darry is pony is like a proud mother of 1 on that day

•darry has not problem carrying pony out the car when hes passed out, but sometimes hes accidentally hit ponys head on the door frame or just straight up almost tripped, so unless ponys knocked completely out, hes just on alert till darry sets him down somewhere (but to b fair when it comes to him tripping its bc someone left an object on the ground that should nottttt b there)

•pony WOULD defend darry if someone called him stupid like some do w soda for not graduating hs, but look, darry can defend himself just fine, nobodys ever gonna calling him that to his face, (minus steve lmao) even if they want to, they know theyd b lying, so darrys doin just fine in that regard, he doesnt need anyones defense

•darrys kissed pony on the forehead numerous times right before he went to work and pony was asleep, ponys kissed darrys one time while he thought he was asleep, darry was awake for that one, his eyes were just closed. hes never told pony that bit tho

•ok look most of darrys reputation in hs he got just by being himself and his popularity was by complete accident, BUT a part of y he played into it more was for the sake of pony and soda, MOSTLY pony bc sodas rep was already rlly good, but he did it to set them up to get some respect for association of being related to him

•ponys massages arent even bad, to darry its more ticklish than anything and he hatttteesssss being tickled so thats y he doesnt like it

•if darry was the actual role of ponys brother and not guardian, he wouldve just given pony his old school work to copy off of instead of just helping him to find out the answers on his own