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maximwtf · 11 months ago

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“Forsaken talents.”

Kaveh x Reader

Words: 1770

Google Docs Pages: 3

Warnings: Established relationship, emotional hurt/comfort, a little corny idk leave me alone

Opening: Turns out your position in one of the biggest commissions you’d gotten wasn’t secured, and someone else got it instead of you. But thankfully you live with an artist who knows how it feels.

AN// G/N reader. Not sure if I wanna start writing for Kaveh more, but let’s test the waters with this and see where it goes :”D Yuhh, also last of my "left these in docs to rot" fics, finished at last. I shall now disappear once more. Opening requests again too c:

“Forsaken talents.”

You were on the way back from an important meeting, it having lasted for hours. Or so it had felt while stressing how it would go. You’d been attempting to secure a spot in a commission that could have very well been considered the biggest one you’d been seen for. Having obviously been excited, yet scared. Telling all of this to Kaveh the night before, though hiding most of the fright you’d been dealing with concerning the final meeting. This would have been a huge step forwards in your career, only if it had gone according to plan.

The company had already found someone more fitting to their idea, and due to that turned you down. Making you leave the building with mixed feelings. On top of all, upset.

So you were on your way back home, defeated as ever. Feeling bad about having hyped up this possibility earlier, and having it end up like this. Not feeling so thrilled anymore. In truth, you didn’t even have the motivation to explain this all to Kaveh, when he’d ultimately ask how the meeting had gone. Because not only would you bring down the mood, but also have to relive the events of that day again. Somehow, the singular meeting had drained all energy out of you.

As slowly as you had tried to walk, an all too familiar door was at last standing in front of you. For once, not bringing a feeling of comfort. But unease, knowing what laid behind it. The conversation you most likely had to go through or at the very least try to avoid.

Drawing in a breath, you mentally prepared for what had kept you on edge the whole way. Trying to stay strong enough to not just burst into tears at the very sight of Kaveh. Thinking of suggesting talking about the result of the meeting later that day. You had planned a lunch date with him way before this, not really wishing to be the one to bring down the mood just before it. That would most likely ruin the whole mood, adding on to the pile of thoughts already swarming your mind.

Either way, if he asked anything about the meeting you could merely suggest hurrying to the restaurant. Hinting at the time, not having enough to discuss the meeting.

Nodding to yourself before exhaling and opening the door slowly, stepping through the threshold. Hoping you could pull this off without ruining the mood. Or even worse, making him worry.

You walked in, eyes spotting Kaveh on one of the couches. Hunched over, eyes keenly looking over something from a notebook. Clearly rather deep in thought with a new project. Seemingly working endlessly, which had been one of the reasons you’d agreed to going on the date with him. To get him to clear his mind for a moment before he’d ultimately go back to working on whatever he had undone. Seemingly there being an endless amount, not that it hadn’t been the same for you at certain points.

After a brief moment you walked up to him, greeting him with an awkward sense of joy. “Which project is this?” You asked right after, eyeing the sketches and notes in front of him. But Kaveh didn’t seem interested in answering, sensing something wasn’t quite right. His gaze moved up to you, “is everything alright?” He asked, a curious but gentle look on his face. But to which you replied by shaking your head, “nothing serious, I promise. Just something bugging me about the meeting.” Trying to dodge the question to the best of your efforts, passing the topic on. But that hadn’t seemed to do the trick, seeing as he’d taken a light hold of your hands. Only now noticing how they’d been fidgeting, the contact with him making it stop. “Come on, you know that didn't sound convincing at all. I can tell when something's bugging you. Spill it.” He asked, looking up at you. Feeling awful about pushing him away gently before placing your folder on the table. Swearing in your mind you’d felt his eyes follow you, clearly confused and a little irritated with how little you were letting him know.

Needing the moment to end, you turned to him again. “Could we go have lunch first? It’s not that big of a deal, you know how some clients get… And if I explain the events of a multi hour meeting now…I doubt we’ll make it to our reservation, no?” You said, cringing a little at the excuse. But it seemed to have worked. Making Kaveh go quiet for a moment, clearly contemplating if that was the right course of action. But at the end giving in, accepting the suggestion.

Joining you a little hesitantly, clearly something on his mind now as well. “What?” You questioned, seeing him frown before sighing. “But you’ll tell me when we get back?” He asked, looking rather hopeful up until you sighed. “Please, I just don’t want the plans I suggested force you to leave if you’re not feeling up for it.” He added, walking behind you to the door.

Giving him another firm head shake you opened the front door. The fresh air feeling a lot easier to breathe than the one inside. “We’ll see about that after…come on.” You reached for his hand, not wanting to dwell on this for any longer.

Throughout the lunch Kaveh kept exchanging looks with you, making it quite clear to you that he was eager to hear what had happened. And you couldn’t lie, you didn’t enjoy yourself as much as you would have hoped. The events of that day playing at the back of your mind. Making you chat with him less than you usually did. And each time you did reply to him it was almost awkwardly visible you didn’t wish to be out in public. Not making it hard for him to be well aware the meeting hadn’t gone well, able to guess the outcome.

Arriving back home, you barely had time to settle when he asked again. “Come on, are you feeling alright? And if you’re not, that’s okay, but tell me.” Kaveh almost whined, bothered by not being able to do anything to help. Seeing an opportunity to for once be able to help you in return for all the care you’d provided for him. “Like you said, I know how some clients can get,” he chuckled after. Waiting for you to respond for a moment, but seeing as you stayed silent, he continued. “So maybe this time I could help you, hm?” The offer clearly loaded with the expectation that you’d finally spill what had happened.

You bit your lower lip, weighing our options. Soon enough, a sigh escaped as your shoulders dropped. A burning feeling at the back of your eyes as your guard was slowly shattering in real time. Finding it hard to recollect yourself by that point, merely staring right back at him as the first few tears welled up. Sniffling for a moment until you ultimately saw it best to walk up to him before breaking down any further. To which he responded, wrapping his arms around you before the more broken sobs escaped.

You allowed yourself to cry against him for a moment, slowly starting to explain. “They let me present what I had planned…A-and…” You sniffled, raising your chin to his shoulder. “By the end of the meeting…they told me based on today, they…they had someone more suited for the work.” You sobbed out the truth, pent up frustration shown in a rather raw form. But it felt right, the meeting having left you feeling rather worthless.

Kaveh cupped the back of your head, feeling your hands gently grip the front of his shirt. Desperately wishing to fix this. "You know how talented you are, right..? Their decision doesn’t show the worth of your skills and time. And..there’s other clients out there who’ll respect you way more.” He explained, guiding you to look at him for a moment. “Plus, maybe it’s good they dropped you. If they couldn’t even see the genius you are.” Kaveh tried to smile carefully, attempting to bring the mood up a little.

You sniffled, freeing one of your hands to wipe some of the tears away. “I know…but I was almost certain the spot was locked. But then it got cancelled..just like that?” You shrugged, an upset frown forming on your face. Feeling Kaveh gently ruffle your hair, though seemingly making sure he didn’t mess it up. “Hell, I bet they’ll regret letting you go soon enough? And I’ll laugh when they’ll come back begging for you to work with them again, hm?” He said, smiling at the small laugh you let out through the sniffles. Biting his cheek when you leaned in to press a few kisses along his jawline. “We can laugh at them together.” You said, feeling a little better after telling everything to him.

Kaveh smiled at the statement, pulling you back against him, pleased to see the mood get better. Prepared to rub it in their face if the company came back, but not daring to say it out loud. Assuming you had thought he had been joking, keeping his actual plan a secret for now.

So instead he let his hand caress the back of your neck, placing a kiss to the top of your head before releasing you from the embrace.

You lifted your head up a little to see him while wiping your eyes. A faint red on your cheeks and eyes, sniffling before speaking up again. “Thank you,” you whispered in a voice filled with emotion. Grateful he’d been so willing to help the whole time, even when you’d effectively pushed him away multiple times. “You have so many things on your shoulders too, you didn’t have to.” Which was true in your opinion. You’d seen how hard he worked and yet, he was so willing to drop it all earlier to speak to you. Knowing he was always prepared to do that for anyone he cared about, which never failed to amaze you.

Kaveh smiled while looking down at you, hands still gently at your hips. Barely holding on. “No need to thank me, really. You’ve helped me… What? About a dozen times in the past. I owe you if anything.” He chuckled, tilting his head. “And even if I didn’t…what kind of a person would I be if I let you sit this over alone, hm?” He hummed, joyed to see a familiar smile back on your face once more.

#Kaveh #Kaveh x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin #genshin x reader #x reader #kaveh genshin #kaveh genshin impact

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jadetheblueartist · 4 months ago

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Hmmmm what to ask about Yuumi…..

These are gonna be some basic character questions since I don’t know my hero academia at all

1. What’s her family situation? + does she have any really close friends?

2. Is she involved in the canon of the show/knows the main character(s)?

3. Does she prefer a more chaotic/changing lifestyle or does she like things to be planned out/orderly

4. Favorite color? Or a color associated with her?

5. Song associated with her?

COOL CHARACTER!! HOPE THESE QUESTIONS ARE GOOD

So sorry this took so long to get to but I come bearing gifts! Sorta! Sketches and mood board!!

Just for some basic my hero lore, in this world people started developing powers randomly and now they live in a predominantly superhero society. The powers are called quirks and while not everyone has one, about 80% do. The story follows the main character as he goes to a school to become a superhero. A bunch of stuff happens and he (and by extension his classmates) get targeted by a bunch of villain stuff and bad guys and just bad things in general. There’s a lot more obviously but that should be good for now.

As a little disclaimer, she got a bit of a design tweak. The original sketches are gonna be closer to what she becomes in later seasons after some character development, but she starts off something like these sketches with the long hair. Same goes for the hero costume, she starts at something like this and gets upgrades later (her forearm shields mainly).

Idk why but I love the little teeny doodle of her in the right like she’s just so little fhjdjfjdkdjf also don’t mind those notes they definitely don’t have anything to do with anything nope nope nope

Also just so I have these somewhere, here’s a little breakdown of her personality and quirk! Yuumi is a very serious and disciplined person. She’s a perfectionist who’s constantly holding herself up to a high standard and can be very self critical when she doesn’t meet it. She is very polite but awkward, so she doesn’t really know the social stuff that’s outside of her “how to be nice” checklist. She’s tends to be very competitive and doesn’t like being overlooked for the things she does. She’s a very independent person, so much so that she really struggles to ask for help or open up at all. She’s afraid that people will see her as weak and incapable (two things she really doesn’t wanna be viewed as).

I think I’m gonna name her quirk “impact absorption and redistribution.” Her body can absorb the force of an impact and store it for her to use later. She uses this stored energy to really strengthen her attacks. If she doesn’t use up the energy in time, she turns into a sort of bomb and her body will expel all the stored energy in a blast. The drawbacks are that what she can absorb some of the impact, she still gets some of the hit and can only take so much. It also gives her various joint problems. Her quirk mirrors her personality in that she tends to hold things in until she explodes which is great

Now onto the questions :D

1. I’m gonna be real, this question is what took me so long bc I definitely overestimated how much I developed her fhdjdjjfjfjf I have a bad habit of forgetting characters have families and trying to just orphan them to make it easier. But we push through 😤

She and her family live a few cities over from the school she goes to (the main one of the anime). She lives with her mom, dad, and younger brother. Her relationship with her mom is okay, not the best but not the worst either. They’re both usually just too busy (with work for both of them) to hang out much and don’t really know each other well. She and her brother hang out some and are sorta close, but her dad’s influence kind of strains their relationship.

Her relationship with her dad is a big part of her character. He is a very strict guy who has high expectations of his kids. He’s also high key misogynistic and is sure to share all of those opinions with Yuumi. Things relating to how women don’t make good heroes really gets under Yuumi’s skin bc female heroes have been a lot of her role models and hero work is something that she would want to do. She can’t stand the hypocritical things he says about what heroes should be like when he is far from it. His strictness and her frustration with him manifest in her being quite the perfectionist (trying to be all of the “good” things she’s she’s been expected to be growing up: being hard working, very polite and respectful, remaining in control of situations, not being emotional, overworking herself, not speaking about things that are “unnecessary”) while also recognizing that a lot of these things aren’t actually good (but some of these are difficult for her to make her brain accept). She’s got a bunch going on, but she really wants to be a hero despite what he thinks. This leads her to fully supporting herself by working a lot so she can pay for her own schooling at such a prestigious place. It’s a lot but it’s the only way since she wouldn’t get the support from him.

As for friends, she’s got a few! I think she would get a long with a lot of her class at least as acquaintances (as long as they weren’t put off by her). Specifically I think she would be close with her classmate, Tsuyu. Tsu is a pretty blunt but sweet character which is something Yuumi would need: someone to call her out on her crap but also support her. I could also see her being friends with Uraraka. Uraraka is really supportive and sincere, but she’s also very dedicated which Yuumi would appreciate. Lastly, she’d probably be friends with Kirishima. Kirishima is a friendly sweetheart who’s dedicated to “manliness” which is basically just code for being a good person. I think it would be a breath of fresh air what with her experience with her dad. Plus she and kiri both value strength and morality type stuff. They could also bond over being gymbros and having similar quirks (both being quite defensive that is).

2. Yep! If she were a real part of the cast she’d be a main side character hfjdjdjfjdfjdjd she’d probably pop in and out of the main characters respective friend groups depending on the episode if we’re being honest.

3. She definitely prefers things to be planned. She likes to have a sense of control over her situation at all times. Everything she does is very thoughtful and orderly which requires a solid plan. Chaotic things tend to throw her for a loop.

4. Her favorite color is probably blue. That’s the primary color of her hero costume and she really likes it.

5. Definitely “Surface Pressure” from Encanto

Wow that was a lot XD thanks for the ask Moo! Sorry it took so long, things have just been craaaazy. This was really fun to do thank you ^^ and any other questions you might have I would be happy to clear up nfjdjdjdjdjrj

#mha oc #my hero academia #supernova #yuumi #ask #jadethebluearts #jadethebluerambles

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cyandreamz · 1 year ago

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DD/AA5 sketches

(spoilers for in game dialogue and new characters)

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Today I felt like doing some DD sketches with my non-preferred hand (RH means right hand) because I'm currently playing it (now up to episode 5 and just started the second trial) and, I might share my thoughts on the game when I'm done, so fair I'm mostly positive but still kinda mixed on the game :/ but I also got a lot of questions that I hope will be answered!

In other news I have now pre-ordered AAI collection for switch because I wanna make sure I got a copy as soon as it comes out! I've never played AAI 1/2 and Miles Edgeworth is my fave AA character so I'm super hyped!

now to describe wtf is going on with each sketch!:

based off first time Taka lands on Judge's head, It made me laugh for a good minute or so. If you couldn't tell I'm not used to drawing old people

Apollo once again regretting life (RIP)

a horrendous attempt at a Athena chibi... and it was my first time drawing her too :'(

Based off a real screenshot from case 3 (I think?)

Also based off a screenshot from case 3, which made me laugh a lot cuz I had been subconsciously calling him "bird man" even before Taka appears cuz he has major corvid energy XD

#aa5 #aa5 spoilers #dual destinies #ace attorney fanart #ace attorney art #ace attorney #apollo justice #athena cykes #simon blackquill #cyanart #cyanfanart #cyansketchbook #cyanaa

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mari-lair · 2 years ago

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I have noticed a lot of the stuff you have been saying about Tsukasa and I just want to point out: Tsukasa isn't Tsukasa. As in, he isn't Hanako's brother.

This was revealed during the Red House arc. The OG Tsukasa made a wish to the spirit of the red house and as a price for granting it, the real Tsukasa would be trapped in the red house forevermore and the spirit took Tsukasa's place. (at least that's how I understood it).

This spirit was able to do what is canonically impossible for the school mysteries to do at present. For one thing, Amane was supposed to die at age 3 (supposedly) but OG Tsukasa wished for him to live and the spirit granted it.

You could argue that Amane could have gotten better regardless, but we don't know that for sure. At present, the spirit changed Amane's future which shouldn't be possible.

This spirit that poses as Amane's brother has powers far beyond the School Mysteries... so it's not exactly breaking canon to have him be able to defeat them.

This chapter wasn't a good look for the series, but it's not entirely out of canon for fake Tsukasa to have these abilites.

Sorry, this got a little long. My question is: What are your general thoughts on Tsukasa? Why do you think Hanako killed him and do you think Hanako will do it again? If Tsukasa is his yorishiro then the only people who can destroy him are Hanako and Yashiro.

I really like seeing your TBHK theories and art!

Thank you, I'm happy you enjoyed my art and thoughts.

I will not go on a rant on Tsukasa here. Despite what my last post may indicate, I don't like to talk about the aspects of a show that I dislike, I preffer to focus on the moments I enjoy.

But thankfully I did do a small analysis on Tsukaka before! At least, on my take about the Red House and what is going on there.

Personally, I believe there is only one Tsukasa. He is Hanako's brother through the entire thing. If you wanna check my reasoning as to why I believe this, here is the explanation.

As for the other part of the ask...

I am not saying it is unbelievable that Tsukasa got a rule-breaking power that makes the mysteries look weak in comparation, he kidnapped no.4, destroyed no.3, and so on. I didn't even mention that he used kokujoudai without permission on another mystery boundary (ya-rr-ow made a short post that this is a rule break: here ) because that's not the point. He is op. I may dislike his deux ex machina energy, but it is consistent that he is more powerful than basically everyone, that's not an issue that suddenly showed up in this chapter.

What I do have a problem with is the way he damages other characters for the sake of this "I am so op!" energy, taking away from established narratives and tension (like how it was established he can't escape No.1 restraints, and feels weak with them, so Aidairo just made the clock keepers not restraint him again. Made them be incompetent to make Tsukasa shine) and that makes me ironically not care about his character anymore, when a long time ago, he used to be one of my favorites.

#tbhk #toilet bound hanako kun #tsukasa yugi #jshk #jibaku shounen hanako kun #tbhk 109 #jshk 109

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arenabreadandbiscuits · 1 year ago

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hiya! I think for Radiostatic, some old timey hang outs between them would be really cool to see if you're up for it. :)

I'm generally curious how you think their fallout went, if you'd like to express your opinion on that.

HEY I'm not finished with this yet but so far I have three sketches I was doing with your prompt in mind hehe ✨✨✨ thank you for giving me the ideas as well anon!! Imma draw like one more pic after these sketches of the fallout because I definitely have ideas in mind.

So here's the scenarios:

Alastor got in a fight over Vox considering his friend is smaller and weaker and Alastor doesn't like when Vox is being picked on. He couldn't help himself, got to beating peoples asses and now Vox is scolding him but while also dealing with Alastor's wounds.

Second sketch is then walking home today after a drinking night. They gotta keep a hold to each other to not fall. (Though imagine they do collapse into a heap and just giggle and laugh because of it)

Third is them cuddling. Alastor is definitely big smooth with most cases but sometimes he's open for little spoon too. They have the pillow for protection juuust in case.

What you guys think? Hehehe I really like the one where they are holding on to each other but imma see if I can fix and finish lineart today.

FOLLOW ME ON TWITCH SO CATCH ME DRAWING IN THE ACT! I WANNA GROW THAT PLATFORM OF MINE! <333 (@ ashes_artsprout)

Let's draw and write together!

(asksbox (for radiostatic, adamsapple mostly but you can ask about other ships as well, I don't mind.) and commissions to help support me through my healing journey are open :3)

The Fallout:

As much as I love bringing Val into it, I also like believing they fell out before Valentino was even in the picture for real. I also think that maybe it was a love confession gone wrong but we've heard it where Vox confessed and Alastor was the one to freak out but have you ever heard the song IFHY?? It's not to say that they hated each other at this point but imagine this

Alastor actually builds a codependency with Vox, like Vox is unique..Vox can be fragile, the feeling of being his friend probably started to blend into genuine care for Vox and Alastor was actually the one to confess first.

It took a lot of energy too, building the confidence but wanting Vox kind of pulled some obsession out of Alastor and in a way that Alastor probably wanted him to himself, forever but Vox wanted to run off so bad and make it big in Hell like he's always talked about and it caused conflict and confusion between the two of them because Alastor sucked at truly expressing those feelings of his.

How in reality while he doesn't feel these emotions often, he's felt them with Vox so that must mean he should keep Vox close. To himself.

Vox notices the slight shifting of Alastor's mood here and there but they probably got in an argument really and big feelings came out during said arguments. Like Alastor admitting those feelings to Vox but in a way that made him angrier, after all he never asked to feel anything or even ..fall in love with his only and best friend.

Vox would probably fall silent, stunned at the words because it's just so... unexpected? Surprising? He isn't sure himself. I can see Alastor panting with ragged breath as Vox looks at him in shock but I can also see him running away the second those words leave his mouth and he leaves like a tornado, running things in his rush.

It left Vox to think in a messy room. That somehow and someway, these emotions were going to strain them, especially if Alastor wanted to talk about it while refusing to do so at the same time..

Lol, just a thought but one I think about often enough.

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boyswhowawa · 2 years ago

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Artificer Design!!

Or at least me working on it!!

This is the last drawing I did, and I think it really shows off the design well!!!! I really love this design I came up with, and it's with heavy inspiration from @snickerdoodlesart, so a bit more on that, and the design! under the cut

First things first, the reason I chose to take inspiration from Snickerdoodles' design is, because it's just super fucking rad and gender, ajsd;flkkjas;fkldjadkl;sfja

HOWEVER, I understand completely if taking inspiration like this is not okay, and I would be fine with deleting this design and restarting should you say so, Snickerdoodles, genuinely

regardless, some fun stuff!

first things first, I did some studies of Snickerdoodles' design, just simple ones, because I wanted to figure out what it was that I really felt was so like... fantastic about it???

(the answer ended up being "god everything comes together so well, the shapes and the dynamics of the scars and how the explosive things interact with it all just make for such a wonderful design that is like, the PURE energy of the character it comes from, in such a sincere way that I feel like this IS the character in every facet of what they could be")

but what I learned was that like, I wanted to try to have fun with the scars! so that's what I went for!

So then I started sketching, and I had this idea with the face

I wanted the eye scar to be like, totally bright similarly to Snickersdoodles' (admittedly a lot of the face scar comes from snickerdoodles...)

but I knew with some bits *around* the eye I wanted to have these extra little cuts, that sort of just... idk i like doing cheek markings and I thought this was a creative way to do it!! also the eyebrow is just three lines that are sometimes meshed together<3

I really really liked this face, so I keep it going forward

this is the next sketch I did, to figure out where I wanted the scars to be placed!!

this is kind of where I slightly decided I wanted Arti's head kind of hunched forward at all times, big huncho boyo, she's great

I also wanted just, a BIG burst spot on their tail, and like...

then I was like "oh i'm gonna finish this sketch actually"

then I--- inked on the wrong layer. aj;sdlkfja;klsdfjakl;j

so it got stuck like this and I couldn't do anything about it....

I think when I do color my arti properly again, I wanna have it lean over to a reddish dark purple rather than this

also i think the cherry bomb thing being like woven into the spear cloth was too much, and doesn't really work for arti's bomb spears ?

i just messed up a lot, basically

Oh! Also this is where I was like "oh I can put extra little light spots in Arti's scars...."

then I did this to sort of vaguely show what an explosion from Arti might look like, or more accurately, Artificer 'Igniting', rather than just doing bursts, I imagine this Arti revving up and just being extremely hot for a while, letting out bursts of energy still, but not able to do it as easily from a neutral, unignited state

this was SO fun to do, using pink and yellow is really fun when i'm trying to do something with strong energy

this also is where I feel I figured out everything I felt I needed to still figure out with the design, the scar placements, the scar styles, the shapes I wanted, etc. etc.

and then finally, I did a sort of pseudo ref for Arti!

and while I am super happy with this, and super proud

more importantly than that, I want to be sure that this is *okay* with Snickerdoodles, it wouldn't be right of me to just, steal things from your design for my own sake, and it's not like I'm starving for design ideas, I can probably think something else up if I try hard enough, so there'd be no harm done, and if you're at all uncomfortable with me taking inspiration like this, just let me know as soon as you can

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probablysimpledreams · 1 year ago

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Omg hello Cam nation life has been wild but I wanna be on here more LOL I have two fics in the works rn (one Cora<3 and one Asahi <3 I have really been on my large and scary looking but actually loser sweetheart man kick lately <333) so hopefully spring break brings me creative energy or refreshes me so post-spring break me gets a creative streak

more to come regarding that

ANYWAYS

I started this post off half an edible last night and now am having a margarita at the airport since my flight got delayed💀 and since life has been crazy so the self ship brain rot has been INSANE lately esp bc me and one of my besties rewatched a bunch of HQ!! lately so I've been thinking about Asahi and am about to share all these ideas<3 I'm putting in undercut feel free to interact or share any of your self ships

We def met in class like some elective literature course. Our majors are so different with me being in anthropology and him in fashion school we both would pick some random historical literature class just to do something different and get out of our own departments. It would take at least half the semester for us to star talking though. I am notorious for a little classroom crush so I fell in love on sight, constantly talked about him to my friends, constantly had my friends asking if I had talked to him yet, stalked his Instagram to learn about him, etc. And though Asahi has a better grip on his anxiety when in college, he's still prone to anxious habits and after how people saw him in high school as "scary" he is not one to put himself out there. So he ends up having a lil classroom crush on me as the days go by and as I speak out more in class. I love a good chance to talk which I think he'd admire and it would make him fall for me. Half way through the semester I would finally make the move by asking him to be my partner on the newest assignment for the class. We'd both just be standing there like "holy fuck this hot person is talking to me" but not realize that the other is thinking it too LMAO. But you know as time went on and we got closer (being project partners meant the BEST reason to get his number see I be PLANNING) and I finally worked up the courage to ask him on a date and he said yes<33

Once finally in a relationship I feel like we'd have to opposite of a honeymoon phase. The first few months would be very awkward and we both overthink to the max so we'd be very scared of upsetting the other. After some time thought we'd finally have a nerve wracking yet honest conversation to actually establish boundaries, what we need, etc and like never have a relationship problem again. And that's when we both realize how much words of affirmations are both our love languages so we get comfortable being sappy<33 like we’re SO that couple saying cutesy shit 24/7 and leaving lil notes for each other on the mirror or in each other’s backpacks etc!! And we’re both not really PDA people so it balances perfectly😝

We have the same music taste for SURE like we both love some indie, mountain music I’m talking Briston Maroney, Noah Kahan, Backseat Lovers, etc we are both men with anxiety so this genre speaks to us🙏 However, Asahi does not understand the Lana hype but still supports me LOL sometimes I just have to cosplay a woman in a toxic relationship on the west coast (all things I’m just not💀) and he’s learned to let me have my fun after some reassurance that I just like the music and don’t actually think of him as bad (he’s too precious pls)

We are SO interested in each other’s line of work like I’m always excited over his sketches and pieces he’s making!!! And I’m always asking him a million questions about the process and all he does!! And on the same coin he’s always so fascinated with my research my main focus is on Pacific Archaeology so I always give him TedTalks™️ on everything he loves it!! I also intern at a museum so he’s always asking me questions about it. And a lot of what I’ve been lately at the museum is fashion history, so I love to tell him all about it!!

We compliment each other perfectly bc I’m very bubbly and outgoing!! So I’m very much a conversationalist and sometimes people think bc of that and my size that they can walk all over me. This is where Asahi’s natural intimation comes into play once mfs see him they KNOW not to fuck around. And on the other side, due to my extroverted nature I can easily jump into a conversation Asahi is actively trying to step away from without being rude. I feel like he gets quickly drained from strangers but I can talk to anyone for hours so I step him. This also is helpful bc I easily can make reservations and really any other scenario where he’s feeling too shy to directly say what he’s thinking/needs. I also am not afraid to fight for refunds and shit so he’s happy to let me take the wheel LOL

I just know we’d both get along with one another friends SO well😝 on that note Suga and I are so stoner buddies (you can’t tell me college suga didn’t smoke). Asahi would rarely smoke but when he does he just goes lol nonverbal and gets cuddly. Which honestly works good bc I just get happy and yap once again that perfect balance💗‼️

Most of our dates are just chill dates. We watch a LOT of TV together between anime and cooking shows and documentaries we just love a good lay in bed watching TV time. When we go out, it’s to museums and cafes!! We try and go to a cutey local coffee shop at least once a week just to get out. Sometimes it turns into homework dates or reading dates but mostly we just sit and talk and enjoy the fact there’s no rush. I currently have a coffee sticker book so he makes sure I always get a sticker when at new places🥺 I always switch up what I get but Asahi always gets a cappuccino and we usually split a lil pastry (usually I can talk him into buying multiple to try tho hehe)

I keep him updated on all the stupid TikTok drama bc I get disgustedly invested and that app can make me so mad so I go on RANTS about people being stupid it just always makes him laugh he thinks I’m just the most lovely thing all fired up even if it’s over something so unreal. I’m also OBSESSED with that Bistro Huddy tiktok series that is literally just one guy idk it’s SO good I make him watch it with me all the time LOL

Overall we are in love love🥰😝🥰

#self ship o’clock #god he’s perfect I’m going crazy #I wanna bite his arm #asahi azumane #self ship #self ship content #haikyuu #haikyuu self ship #self ship headcanons

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malamiteltd · 2 years ago

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Day 3 – Exploration

Sketch and Heather had both fallen asleep in the bedroom of the house they were staying in. They had both dressed down to their boxers and shared the large bed. When morning arrived, they both awoke at around the same time. When Sketch turned and saw Heather beside him, he softly smiled.

“Hey, Heather,” Sketch said with a slight yawn. “You slept well?”

“Yeah,” she replied, still a little drowsy. “I think I got my energy back.”

Sketch got himself out of bed. “I don’t know about you, but it feels awkward sleeping in a bed that isn’t really ours.”

“Well, we haven’t really seen any sign of who the place belongs to,” she replied, “or even whether it belongs to anybody at all.”

Sketch got his clothes on. “There’s a lot about this place I’ve yet to find out. When I arrived, I was too preoccupied with the panic of not being able to get back home.”

“Well, we’ve got plenty of time to look around now,” Heather said as she also got dressed. “If this is gonna be our new ‘forever home,’ we should at least get to know the place we’ll be staying in.”

Sketch nodded. “Then I think that’s what we’ll do today. I’ll see if there’s a notepad or something and we can start looking around. We can jot down anything worth noting.”

“Sure thing. Maybe we can make a quick map too, on the off-chance we get lost.” Heather scratched her head. “You know if this place has anything to eat?”

“Seems to. The fridge and pantry are both stocked with some random food and drink. I only had the lone slice of cake in the fridge and some water since I got here…”

“Well, we’ll need a breakfast of some kind. I just hope all the food isn’t spoiled…was the cake alright?”

Sketch shrugged. “Seemed fine to me. Though you do bring up a good point…I didn’t even think about how old the food might be, but then again I wasn’t sure if this place had an owner.”

They both went to the kitchen. As Sketch got himself a glass of water, Heather looked into the fridge. She seemed puzzled. “Sketch, you said there was a single piece of cake in here that you had already eaten?”

“Yeah, why?”

Heather reached into the fridge and pulled out a small plate with a slice of chocolate cake. “It’s back.”

Sketch looked puzzled. “That’s odd, I know I only saw one.”

Heather looked for a fork. “You think it’s like our magic fridge back in the Otherworld? You know, it magically restocked itself with whatever we wrote on the whiteboard on the door?” She looked at the fridge. “Well, there’s no whiteboard on this one, but you know what I’m talking about.”

Sketch walked to the fridge and opened it. He looked puzzled as well as he reached in and pulled out another plate…with a slice of marble cake. “I mean, you may be onto something,” he replied. “But it seems a little more random.”

Heather looked at Sketch’s cake for a moment, then shrugged. “Well, anyway…cake for breakfast. I’d say we’re off to an okay start.”

Sketch laughed. They both sat down and ate their cake.

—

After breakfast they left the home to examine the neighborhood. Sketch pulled out a pencil and notepad from his pocket and started drawing things on the first page.

“You’re writing already?” Heather said.

“I’m doing what you suggested,” he replied. “I’m making a quick little doodle-map to plot out where things are.”

Heather scratched her chin. “Ah, right. So, how do we wanna do this? We split up and tackle each side of the street?”

Sketch shrugged. “I mean, if you have a notepad that seems like an idea.”

“Oh… I didn’t grab a notepad. But I can make mental notes and share them with you after each house I visit!”

“I suppose we could do it that way. We’ll meet up out here each time we’re done with a house.”

Heather saluted. “Yes sir!”

Sketch smiled. They each went to their own side of the street and began to investigate the houses. In each and every instance, there was no one home and the doors were unlocked, so they were able to go inside and look further. Sketch got to investigate the house next door. It was bigger than their home, but a lot of the rooms had no furnishing…apart from a living room, the kitchen, a bathroom and bedroom. Sketch noted this as the “Empty House.”

Meanwhile, Heather’s first house was across the street from their home. It was a humble size, but was decorated with a lot of fancy furnishing, as though someone of higher class would have been living in it. Despite this, she named it the “Granny House.” The next house had a lot of modern style to it, complete with some bits of fancy technology…one room was just a media center surrounded by walls of video games, prompting her to name it the “Game House.”

As they both crossed the street, Heather’s side had a small round pond in one of the spots a house would normally be. It was deep enough to be a pool, and a few wooden benches surrounded it. The house next to it seemed pretty dark inside, with some rustic furniture made out of wood and fur. Heather named it the “Rugged House” because it gave off a pretty tough vibe.

Meanwhile, the next house Sketch saw didn’t seem too different from the one he was staying in, and he just named it “Regular House 2.” But the house next door seemed rather colorful inside. What immediately caught his attention were the number of little stuffed animals scattered around the house. Every room seemed to have at least three somewhere, and one of the rooms was completely surrounded with shelves of plush toys. Naturally, this became known as the “Plushie House.”

They both crossed the street again and looked to their next set of homes. But they quickly realized something.

“Wait, one of these is our house,” Sketch said in confusion.

Heather did a double-take. “Hey, yeah! And across the street is the Granny House!”

“I don’t think we walked the wrong way…did we?”

Heather looked down the road. “Oh, wow…” She noticed that the houses down each block started to repeat. She saw at least two more instances of the Granny House, and it all kept repeating in a familiar pattern. “This is just a short loop!”

Sketch examined the distance and saw what Heather referred to. “You’re right,” he said. “We’re pretty much at the end of the universe.” He looked down the road itself and saw something else fascinating. “Heather, look over there.”

Heather looked to where Sketch gestured and her eyes widened. “Is…is that US?”

They saw two blue figures two blocks away, looking down the same direction they were. Sketch raised his arm, and one of the distant figures directly mimicked his movement.

“That’s us alright,” Sketch said. He summoned some energy from his mind and formed it into a glowing ball. He tossed it down the road at the other Sketch, then immediately turned to find the ball rocketing towards him. He promptly caught it with his hands and made it disappear. “This has gotta be the smallest universe I’ve ever seen.”

Heather looked along the crossroads and saw another instance of themselves two blocks down. “Looks like the same story on the other axis too,” she added, placing her hands to her hips. “Wow, this is a SMALL neighborhood. Two blocks by two blocks.”

Sketch shook his head. “Not much to explore here, then. I guess on the plus side it means we’re almost done investigating the houses.”

Heather nodded. “May as well finish what we started. We went down Road One; let’s go check out Road Two.”

When they walked to “Road Two,” they found only a few houses left to explore. Behind their home was a modest grouping of trees, but next to that was a small house. Heather went to look inside, only to realize it was just a large empty shed. She went across the street to the next house, which was a tall ornate home. She went inside and marveled at the decor. It looked so fancy and expensive she was afraid to touch anything, and she called it the “Rich House.” An empty field of grass was next door, and the grouping of trees she passed earlier was what awaited down the road.

Meanwhile, on Sketch’s side of things, behind the Granny House was an expansive yard, with an odd cement circle in the middle. He approached the circle and didn’t see anything of note there; regardless, he labeled it “The Spot.” Next to the field was, as Sketch could only describe it, a “Square House.” It looked simple yet artsy, and the inside had a lot of minimalist designs to it. It wasn’t enough to seem sci-fi, but it still seemed kinda futuristic. Across the street was a small wooden hut surrounded by a few trees. It was just as basic inside as it was outside. Considering the Rich House was just across the street, he decided to call it the “Poor House.”

Next to the Poor House was a basic-looking home. Sketch opened the door and was surprised to see what was inside. There was no floor, but rather a huge pit that took up the entire area of the house. A flight of stairs began at the door and descended into the pit, where only total blackness could be seen. Sketch didn’t dare enter and noted the house as “The Void.”

The two met up and looked at their notes. They ended up with a simple map of the neighborhood – four squares dotted with houses with simple names, and a couple other details.

“So I guess that’s it,” said Sketch. “This is our neighborhood.”

“Kinda interesting how varied things seem to be,” Heather replied. “Though I don’t know about this ‘Void’ you’re talking about…you didn’t even go down some of those stairs? Not even a little curious?”

Sketch scratched his head. “I’ll admit I wasn’t feeling up to it. You’d have to see it for yourself, it’s creepier than I make it sound.”

“Well, maybe we’ll look into it another day.” Heather looked around at the other houses. “So we know for a fact there’s no one else here…just a bunch of empty homes.” She turned to Sketch. “I suppose since we seem to have free reign over the place, we could choose to live in one of these other houses.”

Sketch thought for a moment. “Nah. I kinda like the home we ended up staying in. Nothing fancy, and it’s got all we need.”

“I suppose you’re right. It felt comfy enough.”

Sketch looked once more at his little neighborhood map before putting the notepad in his pocket. “So…what now?”

Heather shrugged. “I dunno… Hm. Wasn’t there a TV in our home? What do you suppose would be on?”

Sketch scratched his chin. “Good question. Maybe we can go inside and relax while we investigate that.”

The two headed home, satisfied with their neighborhood exploration for the time being. There were still some odd mysteries to address, but they had plenty of time to figure them out…

#malamite #the blocks #tokaru #Sketch Tucker #Heather Britannia #this is how the title banner design came to be

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x-amount-verbs · 3 years ago

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A Helping Hand - Part 13

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[silco x f!reader] [3k words] [no y/n] [during timeskip] [touch-starved reader] [henchwoman!reader] [sfw rated M] [tween jinx]

Judging by the way your stomach flipped upon being praised for your successful (if very slow) completion of the task before you leave Silco’s office: you have not yet grown desensitized.

You can only try to set aside the shivery feeling that’s making you press your thighs together as you pause outside his closed door. Not very helpful, to be lost in the too-pleasant foggy feeling he gives you. You have work to do. Apologies to make.

Despite being hyper aware (really— incredibly aware) of how close Silco is, and how much he hates when you do it, you nip at the tip of your tongue until it bleeds, the sting helping to sharpen your senses. He doesn’t need to know. It’s not like that eye can see through walls.

…Well fuck, you hope not.

You make a hasty exit, regardless.

Despite how early you arrived, your punishment task from Silco took quite some time, so by the time you get to your joke of an office, you’re only an hour earlier than usual. Since the papers very clearly don’t matter, your first priority is getting them gone. Once they’re packed back in their box, you are greeted with the very boring reality that you now have absolutely nothing to do.

So you wander.

The Last Drop generally opens around 3 or 4, before that only having the occasional employee about, so you find yourself poking your nose into all the business areas. No Jinx, though you do wish Orid a good afternoon, which earns you a cheery (if slightly confused) greeting in return.

The only places you haven’t gone are the back part of the building— half of which only got built last year, as part of the massive overhaul when Silco took over the bar. That’s the domestic quarter; the place where people (Silco and Jinx, mostly, though maybe others as well) sleep and live. The door just down the hall from your office leads to the back rooms.

You’re considering risking it, when you hear your name called from the opposite direction you’re expecting.

Jinx doesn’t come barreling at you. She’s smiling, but also looks… unsure.

Guilt stabs at your chest. “Hey, Jinx.” Fuck, you hate feeling mean. “I’m sorry for disappearing last night.”

“Hnn…” The affirming sound is hummed on a bitten tongue, like she can’t quite bring herself to speak.

“I got weird. Sad. Didn’t want to subject you to it, sorry.” It’s more truth than you mean to tell.

Jinx’s gaze is questioning as she looks up at you, but no words pass her lips. It’s always weird when the kid goes quiet.

“I can make it up to you, though,” you offer, hoping to draw her energy back out. Instead of mentioning that she’s your assignment, you take an alternative approach with a different truth; “The office work is off the table. Gotta fill my work day with something else. Want to keep me company?”

The smile breaks out across her face as she nods. “I’m supposed to have class,” she admits, “but I don’t wanna go.”

“Relatable,” you shrug. “Can I come with?” Better keep her still getting educated. Probably wouldn’t go over well to actually keep the girl from her studies.

Jinx’s lips purse. “Orrrr we could work on prototyping ammo?” she suggests, shooting you a sidelong glance.

It feels like a test, and you’re not quite sure what the right answer is to keep in both her and Silco’s favor. “Orrrr,” you imitate, “we can make some notes and sketches while we let your tutor think he’s teaching you?”

Lips twist in a pout, but it’s not sour. A second later she shrugs. “Yeah, alright.”

She grabs your hand to tow you along behind, and you can’t help the little squeeze in your chest at the affectionate contact.

—

It’s a careful balance to keep Jinx from completely ignoring her lessons. You got dragged along to the room used as a classroom, and were allowed to pull up a chair alongside hers (or, rather, she pulled it up and the tutor didn’t seem to have the guts to dispute it). Sitting so close beside someone is nice, especially when Jinx grabs your prosthesis to scribble on as the tutor goes on.

At first you thought she wasn’t paying attention at all, too busy drawing. But every time you posed a question, asking for clarification on something being covered in the lesson, or asking a question only very tangentially related (always directing them to Jinx, rather than the tutor), she spouted off an answer, or asked the same to the tutor. So she wasn’t completely zoned out.

And for your part, it was more engaging than you expected. You were taught mostly by your parents, with some participation in the local semi-organized ‘school’ system where you grew up— more of a drop-in when you can, if you’re not working or if your guardians don’t need you. Homework occasionally happened at those schools, but not often. That was more in line with the orphanage schools, which you also stopped in at once or twice. Your area growing up very much existed around the concept of ‘it takes a village to raise a child.’ A lot of mining communities do, with how many kids end up parentless. So the organized lesson plans of this tutor are an interesting difference.

Honestly, just a teacher that pays close attention to their students is different.

It’s marvelously low pressure, leaning on your good hand, letting Jinx cover over her first layer of scribbles with a different color as you both listen to her tutor go on about some classical poet. Never really considered the Undercity to be a hotbed for poetry, but to each their own. You ask if they’ve covered fiction, and the tutor visibly cringes just as Jinx loudly complains that he finished the last unit too quickly, and she was stuck reading a ‘stuffy topsider biogerphy’ instead of the stories they did earlier.

Apparently it’s either late enough in the afternoon (early enough in the evening?) that class can reasonably be ended, or the tutor has finally run out of patience, because he splutters his indignation, storms over to a bookshelf, and then drops the book unceremoniously on your half of the table as he leaves.

“Sheesh, what got his panties in a twist?”

“Jinx!” You still snort at the phrase, even if it feels a bit vulgar. You probably said the same or worse at her age, so you can’t really complain.

Jinx grins, and plucks up the worn paperback. “This doesn’t have a nactual title.” The way she says it is funny, like her tongue is tripping over itself, like it can’t keep up with her brain. “What’re fables?”

Your gaze flicks toward the door, but the man is gone. “Stories that supposedly teach moral lessons, I think. Or maybe they’re the stories that explain why things are the way they are? You know, like…” Your mind goes blank, so you open to the table of contents, scanning the titles for one that sounds familiar. “Oh duh— the crow and the pitcher, the hart and the hunter, all that stuff.”

Jinx’s face screws up, irritated. “That’s like the school stuff for babies.”

“Yep,” you agree. In your defense, she’s right. It’s the stuff you learned at six, not twelve. “Wanna find something else?” You straighten and head for the bookshelf the tutor took the book from.

After reading off a few titles, you and Jinx jointly settle on a book of short adventure stories. When you present it to her, big blue eyes look up at you imploringly. “Wanna read it to me?”

You can’t help the slight smirk, “Hmmm…” You pretend to be skeptical of the idea, but it’s a hard ruse to keep up.

Her indignant noise makes you laugh before you agree. It’s almost a blessing, that her chosen activity seems to be low-impact on the hand.

After dragging you around by said hand for a few minutes, trying to find a spot that fits her specifications and isn’t already busy with people, Jinx finally tugs you up a set of stairs in the back half before heading back toward the front again.

“Uh—” You have a bad feeling that- “Are you sure we should-”

“Don’t worry about it! He’s out talking to the suits and stuff. I can go ahead, and let you in.”

That doesn’t make you feel any better about this. “I don’t think-” But it’s too late. Jinx shoves her notebook at you (now stacked with the book of stories) and disappears back the way she came, leaving you standing outside of Silco’s office.

He can’t get mad at you if Jinx is the one who made you do it, right? Still, the longer she’s gone the more your mind rolls back the clock, thinking of earlier. His thumb on your lip. The way his fingers had started to comb into your hair before you’d fallen. His smokily murmured ‘good girl.’

Janna, now is not the time.

‘When given the time to do so, I expect you to practice with that hand, regardless of whether or not you are being observed.’

Well you certainly have the inspiration for next time you get a chance unobserved. Gods.

A thud from the other side of the door, and a soft yelp, pulls your attention back to far more important things.

“Jinx?” You rattle the handle, ear to the door. “You alright, kid?”

There’s some knocking about inside for a second. Then a call of, “I’m good!” And a singsong- “Just a second!”

Sure enough, after a jiggling from her side, the knob turns and the door opens.

“You okay?” you ask immediately, looking for any blood, scrapes, or bruises. But no, just messy blue hair.

“Yep!” Your incredulous look earns you an emphatic, “Crisp as a crabapple!”

“A— what?”

But she’s already tugging you inside and locking the door behind you. “It’s just a long fall, that’s all.” She points up.

Well shit, wouldja look at that. You let out a low whistle. “You jumped from up there?”

“Uh huh. It’s kinda hard to get to, but there’s a way up through the utility closet, and then if ya scoot around through some rafters you can go right on the wall next to the second bedroom - not in the room, it’s got a lower ceiling, but like on top, kinda? - and you can get to the side with the windows.”

You didn’t follow any of that. “You make it a habit of listening in on Silco’s office hours?” you ask, trying to keep the wariness from your voice. The idea of her having seen you with her not-dad is a completely different level of horrifying, without any pleasant side effects, just a clammy dread that rings with hollow guilt.

Jinx pulls a face. “Ew, no. Not usually, anyway. But it’s good to know when he’s in here so—” She stops suddenly. “So uh. I don’t… bother him.”

You can barely hold back your snort. ‘So I don’t get caught,’ those are the words she’s actually saying.

Jinx pulls you to the couch and you very carefully refrain from thinking about earlier. “Siddown.”

So apparently you just let this whole family boss you around, huh? You sit. “I’m reading?” you verify.

Jinx nods. “And I’m gonna work on making notes for Poppet.”

“Poppet?” Holy shit that’s adorable.

“It’s what I’m naming the cookie blaster.”

You refrain from pointing out that cookie blaster is just as good of a name. Poppet is too stupidly cute to bother arguing over. Instead, you prop yourself in the corner of the couch and start reading.

You even make a point of flipping the pages with your bad hand.

—

The thing about Jinx is that she gets in the Zone and doesn’t leave it. You read continuously, enjoying your time, while Jinx scribbles and scrawls and interrupts every so often with a question or comment about the story (“that’s dumb” or “I knew that was gonna happen”), or asking for an opinion on a detail about the Poppet gun.

It was on the second short story that you noticed her migrating closer. By the third she’s shifted onto the floor to lean against your shins as she uses the coffee table as a writing desk.

The contact is… nicer than you thought. It’s not demanding, just that particular flavor of close coexistence that Jinx is partial to. You like it, oddly.

Still, at some point your back starts to twinge, and you free your knees from behind her and slide yourself to lay out on the couch, propping the book on your chest. A few minutes later, Jinx clambers up onto the sofa as well, wriggling to wedge herself under your legs, her notepad balanced across your knees. You’re glad for the book hiding your smile from the kid.

There’s only one story she vetoes.

“‘Rhion and her sister Friya were known for-’”

“Not this one.”

You blink, tilting the book to glance over at her. Jinx’s brows are furrowed, hand tight on her marker as she turns the page in her notebook hard enough to partially rip the bound edge. Her voice is tight and hard, a little angry cut in the air.

You assume she knows the story, even if you don’t. Something about it has her tensing, hunching closer to her work. “…Okay.” You have no intention of making this worse, so you just flip to the next story.

Some time later, Jinx sits up suddenly announcing it’s time for food. You sigh, well aware that now is when you’ll actually have to do a task that needs your hand for more than flipping pages. Somehow you’re able to convince her to let you make the meal while she camps out and makes sure no one else gets into Silco’s office. It’s a good self-assigned challenge.

When you return with Jinx’s order (plus some spicy pickled veg that should hopefully be fiery enough to overwhelm her distaste for greens), she helps you set things down, and you both sit on the floor with the couch at your backs. A hand to cover your chewing also hides the self-satisfied smirk as the kid wolfs down a bowl of veg along with nearly half the pitcher of water you struggled to get up here.

You might be a little attached to the kid.

It wasn’t something you wanted, but it’s a relief to interact with someone who’s straightforward and easily distractible, who thinks you’re funny and-

“You look pretty today.”

“Really?” It takes you a second to realize that your baffled incredulity isn’t the appropriate response, and add- “Thanks.”

“It’s weird.”

You snort. Yeah, that’s more what you were expecting. “Thanks,” you repeat, this time in a sarcastic drawl.

Jinx’s smile is toothy. “You look like the new people that come trying to get hired.”

Shoulders shake with a soft laugh as you straighten your sandwich before picking it up again. “I mean, I had to apologize to Silco this morning, so I may have gone more for a ‘don’t fire me’ vibe than a ‘hire me’ vibe.”

Her pshaw noise comes with a spray of crumbs, so you snatch up a napkin and hand it over. Her haphazard cleanup doesn’t make a considerable difference. “He wouldn’t fire you,” she assures. “I like you too much.”

It flares something warm in your chest. “Oh. Thanks, Jinx.” The little twinge is too light and bubbly by half.

“No problemo, buddy.” She shoves a thumbs up in your direction, and you grin. Yep, feels the right amount of awkward casual. This kid is carving out a little Jinx-shaped chink in your armor and she doesn’t even know.

—

Maybe you were supposed to stop Jinx from writing on the coffee table with her markers, but you didn’t. Theoretically, Jinx could’ve gotten in to do this all on her own and you wouldn’t have even been here to stop it, so it’s not your responsibility. But while she worked on that you flipped to the back half of the book, laying across the couch on your stomach, shoving a pillow under your chin as you tried to find a story whose illustrations you liked.

Halfway through a story about ‘Drakes and Daring,’ Jinx climbs right on top of you, making your words falter. Her nervous pause and babbled apology is met with quick reassurances, despite the ticklish heat nipping at your toes. Jinx wedges herself between your body and the back of the sofa, and soon is completely out.

It’s so strange.

You’re not used to being this close to someone. Are you supposed to, like… hold her? No, that’s weird. You’d have to roll over to do it, anyway. Right now you’re like two cats just stacked on top of one another. Should you get up? But moving might wake her.

Glancing at her over your shoulder… She’s kinda stupid adorable when she’s asleep.

The fluttery nervous feeling rackets around in your chest like a bird in a cage. For some reason, your eyes start to water. A short sharp breath of a laugh jolts your frame in immediate reaction to that fact, but when the motion makes Jinx stir you try to relax again.

There’s no reason for this to make you emotional. You’re being silly. It’s the meds and the stress and the— everything. Hormones? Spicy food? You can probably come up with a million excuses as to why having a twelve year old not-quite-snoring with her cheek against your back is giving you Strange Emotions.

Reading aloud isn’t happening anymore, but you finish the story for yourself anyway. If she asks how it ended, you’ll want to know. Jinx wriggles around and knees you in the butt as she rotates, then settles splayed over you like you’re her own personal (if lumpy) space heater. You give up on doing anything else for the time being. Undoubtedly, she’ll wake you when she’s ready to do something else.

Jinx sighs in her sleep, and you find yourself echoing the noise before nuzzling into your pillow.

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[A slow chapter, sorry, but lots of Jinx! ;u; We’ve got some soft to make up for the sin of Silco’s pov ahahaha 😆

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horatio-fig · 2 years ago

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The Mandalorian Season 3, Episode 1 - The Apostate.

I never do these ‘My thoughts on’ posts coz I figured no one cares, but Don't knock it til you try it, I guess. Here are some thoughts I had watching it -

An Alligator ruined that kids little party so I will be calling the covenants new planet ‘Space Florida’ until told otherwise.

Did Din see they were in trouble and rush in to save them, or did he sit back and watch for a while as he tried to remember if this was part of the ceremony.

When The Armorer first said the whole ‘bathe in the living waters’ thing and Din was like ‘but there’s no water?’ I thought it was Mandalorian Idiom like ‘when pigs fly’

I low key hope there are no waters and Din has to realise the only think that makes him Mandalorian are the friends he made along the way or something like that.

I love the Purrgil (I could do without everyone who recognises them from Rebels acting like they’re the only person who’s seen Rebels however) I just love Star Wars, so anything remotely related to the world of Star Wars and I'll lose my shit. If I see a Loth-cat, I hear the word caf, if they reuse a planet, I love it.

They gentrified the pirate cove. The bastards.

Of all the side quests Din has been offered ‘become a Thane of Nevarro, you can even purchase a house’ is my favourite.

The episode paused to give us a truly batshit ‘let me drink in the school’ Monty Python sketch and I request they do this once an episode.

I saw a lot of articles demanding to know what happened to Cara Dune but honestly, they all had the same energy as my Grandma asking ‘are you still friends with Susan from your year 9 English class?’ Like, we worked on a group project years ago and last I saw she was posting shitty all lives matter takes on Facebook.

Considering the First Order is kind of supposed to be a look at this right wing resurgence. (The enemies where once nazis and now they're angsty little white boys who wanna be nazis) it could have been interesting to have Greef be like ‘hey you still friends with Cara?’ and Din go ‘she started saying stuff like ‘I don't always agree with the First Order but every now and then they say what we’re all thinking’ and now we don’t talk anymore”. But, I understand the importance of separating a character from an actor so it’s probably better they don't do that.

I’m glad they didn’t bring back IG-11. I kind of don’t want them to cheapen his heart wrenching death scene, but this is Star Wars, when has death ever meant anything? Can't wait to have him back.

90% sure Grogu was trying to eat the Anzellans

If this season doesn't win an Emmy it’s because they cut out a scene where Din crawled on his hands and knees to get into that droidsmiths.

I hope Din teaching Grogu how to fly becomes a Chekov's driving lesson and Grogu has to fly the ship to save the day.

That dogfight with the pirates was pure Saturday morning cartoon and camp and it’s why I love Star Wars.

I have never been sure if Mandalore was a planet or a planetary system so this episode did kinda clear some of that up. (And it’s always fun to see more Mandalorian places)

Bo-Katan's hair is giving me Halloween Store Ginger Spice Wig realness and I’m sort of into it. I also love how all the other Star Wars ladies are infamous for constantly changing hairstyles and she just went ‘nah, this is the one’

Bo-Katan sitting/slouching/laying on her chair is me every day, sprawled on out the sofa trying to figure out why have back problems. Finally, the representation we need.

Overall, solid first episode. It kind of felt like when you start up Skyrim again after not playing for a while and just spend the first hour or so just remembering where you got up to.

I enjoyed the different in tone to this episode. The first episode of Season 1 showed a lone ranger type, mowing down enemies and having no time for people like Greef. In this episode he is much less bloodthirsty and we see him catching up with multiple friends throughout the episode. I understand the need to up the drama and stakes with every season, but it's also nice to see your character get to enjoy the benefits of their success and character development.

I know some people are mad that the show had no planned ending and will keep going for as long as they want. People have been saying this will make the show ‘aimless’ but the Mandalorian has kind of always been an aimless wander through the galaxy, picking up friends and questing and I think this episode show cased that.

Finally, I saw a review saying that the Mandalorian premiere fails to match the high bar set by Andor and it pales by comparison. That's like saying winter isn't as warm as summer. They’re different things, that do different jobs in the franchise. (Also, I remember when Andor premiered and there were plenty of revies saying it was no The Mandalorian)

It’s too cakes! Two amazingly good cakes! Andor has a prison break episode and it's a gut punch of a saga that makes you feel the need to go for walk and appreciate your freedom after you watch it. The Mandalorian had a prison break episode and it was a fun romp of double crossing and cartoon violence. And we get to have both, and it’s great and I just love Star Wars in all shapes and sizes.

I have more to say but I'm gonna leave it there, I might do one of these for the next episode, but we’ll see. All in all, it was a good solid The Mandalorian episode and I am a fan.

#I have thoughts regarding gatekeeping and that but I got save something for the thesis 😚#Might do this again might not might call it horatio finks #the mandalorion spoilers #the mandalorian s3

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postalenha · 4 years ago

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prologue,

you know love doesn't exist; from the way your favourite celebrity couple would act so love-dovey then break up. to the moment your father walked out of the door when you were five and to the sound of cries your mother releases whenever her new boyfriend leaves her.

nevertheless, you still tried. even going places to meet new people, trying out apps to see if there’s someone out there who can give you the love you need. and you found someone.

that someone is park jisung, well, was. you met him in the review academy you applied to. he was nice, gentle and sweet. just like how you want it to be. though, how-ever nice it might sound to love and to be loved by someone, it can sometimes be suffocating.

and now, you're here at the bar trying to figure out how to forget about your asshole ex boyfriend who cheated on you. you knew that he was a liar when he told you that you're his muse. that whole piece of shit had been sketching different girls from his academy since day one, but you chose to turn a blind eye.

why? perhaps you also hope to find the answer to that question. maybe you don't believe in love. but you just like the idea of being in love. not really in love but in love. like the feeling of someone caring for you, looking after you and such.

because having someone as your so-called significant other has made you feel better and happier in life. but it's probably the right time to stop that delusion. you know damn well there's no amount of love that can solve your real problem.

you sarcastically laugh at yourself sipping the glass of liquor in front of you. who cares if you need to attend university tomorrow? you can’t even care less.

enjoying your time alone, you almost jumped out of your chair when someone touched your shoulder. you looked at the man, wearing a black shirt with a vest on top of it.

you’ve never seen this man so you looked him straight in the eye planning to ask him what he needed but you can’t seem to form a word. getting lost into his dreamy eyes, who seems to hold a thousand words.

“sorry.” he removed his hand on your shoulder saying, “can i sit here?” he asked as he sat on the chair beside yours.

you looked at him, trying to hold a smile, “but you’re already sitting there.” you told him.

he softly laughed and flashed a bright smile, his eyes lit up and smiled in usion. “right.” wetting his lips before speaking again, “so, are you here alone?”

you look around before answering, “i guess so. unless you can see someone i can’t.” he laughed a little before a silence came in. he just looked at you while you stared right back at him.

trying to break the awkwardness you ask him, “how about you?” he sighs before saying, “well, i was about to see someone. but they cancelled.” while he looks at his back, you notice a tattoo on his nape.

“cool, you have a tat?” you commented. trying to start a conversation. “oh you noticed.” he scratched the back of his head, “do you want to see it?”

your eyes widen for his sudden suggestion, “i-is it okay to see it?” widely smiling, he answers “of course.” before turning his back at you.

you stood up and came closer to his back to have a better view, “wow. it’s pretty.” you complimented, still left with your mouth agape. you hear him chuckle, “thanks.”

not knowing what to do next, you sat back down on your chair and took a sip from your glass. seeing how uneasy you were, the guy suggested, “wanna play some arcade?” you took a second before nodding your head.

thinking, there wouldn’t be a problem. after all, he is just a stranger and this is just like one of those nights. the two of you walked into the arcade, the first game that caught your eye was the fishing one.

but after realizing that the game was boring and plain, you went into the punch machine, “do you want any of those?” the man asked you, pointing at one of the prizes.

“i mean, i would love the little bear.” you answered, pointing at the bear you wanted. “okay, the little bear it is.” he put the tokens into the machine and started to give it a powerful punch.

“oh!” you exclaimed as the numbers exceeded eight hundred. “ah!!” you jumped out of joy when the score turned out to be nine hundred forty. he got you the bear that you wanted and you hugged him out of reflex.

when you realized what you just did, you quickly break free from the hug, trying to fix your clothes. “sorry, i got a little excited.” you apologized.

he shakes his head no saying, “it’s okay. i liked it if i’m one to be honest.” you didn’t really hear what he said after but you just shrugged him off, dragging him into the next arcade you see.

the night didn’t feel long as it is because you enjoyed it. you never expected to spend this whole night with a stranger but it turned out better than expected. you both enjoyed the games, dancing in the just dance machine and even played sniper.

after using all of your energy in the arcade, you’re now standing in a quiet alleyway a little far from people. “that was fun.” you said, trying to catch your breath.

you rummage through your handbag and look for your handkerchief. hidden from your knowledge, you have dropped your university i.d. to the ground. luckily, the guy sees it and picks it up right after he hands you a bottle of water.

after thanking him, you began drinking and after, you threw the bottle into the bin. while you’re walking your way back to him, he quickly picks up your i.d. the normal thing a person would do was to give it back

but he didn’t. instead, he kept it in his pocket and acted like nothing happened. once you’re in front of him, he holds your wrist.

you were taken aback by his sudden action but you see him draw a butterfly in it. so you decided to tell him, “you really like butterflies, huh.” he blew soft air into the drawing to make sure it dries.

“i do, yes.” he answers. “i actually raise some.” he added, shocked as you were, “really?!” he nods his head, yes.

“do you wanna go see my butterflies?” he asked. and that single sentence was enough to turn your stomach up-side-down. not really sure what to say, you just looked at him in the eye.

a second or two passes before he slowly leans in for a kiss, you close your eyes and try to back away when someone suddenly says, “can i borrow a cigar?” you see a girl from behind.

the man slowly fixes his posture and searches through his pocket. only to see a box of cigarette with only one stick left. he looked at you first like he’s asking for your permission but you decided to excuse yourself, “i’ll need to go to the powder room.” you awkwardly smiled at him.

as you make your way to the bathroom, the man gives the girl his last piece of cigar. the woman tried to flirt with him so he reciprocated the action. and he flirts back with the girl.

walking back, you see him smile at the girl. you knew this was wrong, but seeing him flash it to others made you realize how dumb it was to even think this was a start for something.

you throw the teddy he won for you in the garbage and walk away, not saying anything. hoping to never cross paths again with the guy who gave you butterflies the second you met each other's eyes.

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sky-squido · 3 years ago

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For the ask game: Q, X, and, Y?

HI YES THIS ASK IS FROM SEPTEMBER—ANYWAY MOVING ON

Q: Do you have any discarded scenes/storylines/projects?

Yeah, actually! I never post anything to Ao3 unless I’m 100% sure I’m going to finish it (even if it takes me literal years). That means both that I’ve never gonna perma-hiatus/abandon a fic if it’s on Ao3 and also that there are a lot of things floating around that I’ve actually put some legwork into that haven’t really gotten anywhere and I doubt I’ll get around to, so they've never really seen the light of day.

i was gonna permadeath hyrule and then i didn’t, details here

i did some light drafting and outlining of a story where the Four Sword splits Sky. it’d have to be long to do it justice and i didn’t wanna commit to that with two active WIPS on Ao3 at the time. i have just finished To Isolate, but i have 30k words of celestial navigation nonsense to now balance with hey four so i doubt i’ll get around to this one

i’ve got 4k words of legend slowly opening up to sky and telling him things and growing much closer and then very belatedly realizing that he knows next to nothing about sky himself. i started it in someone’s discord dms, but it wasn’t really going anywhere that excited me so i dropped it. if people want me to slap what i do have of discarded sketches-but-writing like this one on tumblr, let me know, though i warn you that they’ll all cut off partway through and be deeply unsatisfying

i’ve got 2.5k words of outline for something that’s kind of the same idea i mentioned in bullet 3 but it pulls wind into the mix and instead of being an i-just-dove-in-and-started-writing, it’s a pretty solid outline of something i just didn’t feel like fleshing out. the working fic title was “don’t look at me, i won’t be able to smile for you.”

i have another doc titled “haha lol legend is a punching bag.” this is a very apt title. legend gets nabbed by a baddie, puts up a heck of a fight tryna get away, almost manages, and then gets caught for real, bonked with malice, and unleashed onto his friends because we love to see link v link combat and the old i-know-you’re-in-there-somewhere fight. kind of an extension of that Malice!Legend ficlet i slapped on here a long while ago, but it does way more things. this one’s just an outline.

i’ve got 1k words of legend on koholint talking to marin after realizing the island was fake. had a cool take on marin, but wasn't really the vibe

i have this vague, very fluid concept that’s just “five times legend was helpless and one time he refused to be again.” what those five times are vary every time i try outlining it, but it’s just a lot of legend running into different kinds of The One Problem He Can’t Solve and struggling to cope with not being omnipotent. might actually revisit this one cuz i still like it a lot and i think there were some good ideas in here. my biggest problem with it is the “and one time he refused to be again” because i don’t like the implication that the solution to not being omnipotent is just to Try Harder but “five times legend was helpless and one time he accepted it” just sounds depressing. i’m very open to suggestions on this one!

i’ve got 2k words (written, not an outline) of four coming back to camp one night with red Very Much In Charge so his eyes are very red and then hyrule thinks he’s possessed and draws his sword on him and red freaks out and ditches and the other three have to figure out what’s going on. i didn’t really think it was going anywhere interesting but what really stopped me from continuing was that i started writing four Very Much Like A System and it was cool but then i started researching the neuroscience behind it and psychologist brain went wheeeeeee and now thinking about the fic just makes me want to do research instead of working on it oop

this one venty thing of hyrule just having no energy whatsoever and not wanting to talk to anyone. then he climbs a tree and feels a bit better. that’s literally it, and this one is actually complete, i just didn’t feel like posting it anywhere, though i can plop it here if y’all want.

then i have a silly AU outlined where all of the LU boys are either students or instructors at a flight school (like for airplanes and pilots n stuff). it would have to be really infodumpy though and i’m doing enough of that with my celestial navigation fic. the characters and world are fun but i also didn’t really have a storyline i liked so this hasn’t gone anywhere

there are probably more kicking around but i can’t find them right now

as for discarded scenes and storylines within fics i have actually written, there definitely are some, but i don’t really have any way of keeping track of them. the one i remember most vividly is that there was gonna be a part in to isolate ch.8 where sky overhears legend playing ballad of the wind fish and wind asks him about it and legend says he was hoping this was all some bad dream he could wake up from, but it didn’t really fit in the flow of the narrative we ended up with. there are actually a lot of deleted scenes from chapters 8 onwards because the outline and the actual thing are virtually unrecognizable as being part of the same fic.

X: A character you enjoy making suffer. All of them, obviously, but Wind and Four have been climbing that particular ladder! we need more content of them being deep and interesting and mature together (and wind especially, solo) and what better way to explore that than through strategically deployed angst and suffering!! this bodes well for Hey Four >:3

Y: A character you want to protect. all of them, believe it or not, but right now it’s mostly Legend, shockingly! he’s been my favorite punching bag for a while, but i’ve also noticed myself growing increasingly gentle with what i put him through and how i have him take it lately because these days it's actually way more interesting for me to be kind to him than to bully him

thank you for the ask and i hope you don't miss my reply considering it's been several months sfkghskghsdlfgjsdkl take care!!

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anothertimdrakestan · 5 years ago

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Batboys Helping You Out During Finals/Uni Deadlines HC

req: hey can i make a hc request for how the batboys would help their so if she was really stressed about uni work and deadlines? i’m drowning in work rn and i wish i had a batboy to make everything better lmao

hiya! i wanted to churn this out quick so your uni work is still goin but heres a couple mini HC’s for the batboys!

Dick Grayson:

- Dick would be the best comfort for you, always ready to let you melt into his arms after you submit an assignment or just drag you to be if just for a couple hours because “no one can work with brain fog y/n!!!”

- seeing you all productive would make him wanna be productive too so you’d probably find him starting new cases or even painting the walls of his apartment a new color while you tease him about being “so bored without your company” to which he openly agrees, making your promise he gets a whole day of your time to himself when you’re done with uni work- it just makes you wanna grind out the work faster which is always a plus

- he’d understand completely how busy you are and would take it upon himself to make sure you get at least one meal in before heading back to the grind, he’d probably beg Alfred to make some kind of delicious pastry he can deliver to you with that perfect grin on his face : )

Jason Todd:

- for the assignments you don’t want to do Jason is finding the answers on the Chegg account he got Tim to hack into or he’s photo math-ing all your useless assignments for you

- I feel like he’d also be very touchy when you’re focused, constantly scooping you up so you’re typing essays in his lap while he peppers kisses down your jaw or massages your shoulders while whispering dangerous things in your ear that may or may not distract you... depending on your willpower and necessity to finish the assignments

- He may even whip out his chef skills and bring you a soup or warm meal that he’d been working on all day, you love studying while he cooks because you can hear music and Jason’s soft humming from the kitchen as well as the delicious aromas circulating your apartment all day long

Tim Drake:

- Not only would Tim be consistently offering up himself to help you with your work, mans would be at your side to hype you up and keep you focused on the work

- it’s like those pinterest couples where they work for the same hours together to hold each other accountable then take fun breaks together like face masks, take out, and a movie or two

- Tim is unbelievable caring and would always be bringing you water and snacks trying to make sure his favorite person in the world is as healthy as you can be during rough amounts of work

Damian Wayne:

- Damian would realize that you need to grind, and for some reason I think he’d just start channeling Alfred energy

- He’d make his room a Y/N Nest, blankets, pencils, laptop chargers, his hoodies, food- all ready for you whenever you ask. It makes some deep caring part of him melt when you say “thank you bubs” after he brings you whatever you asked for, he’d bring you the moon if you asked for it- just to see his favorite smile

- Dami is completely content to sit with a sketch pad for five hours straight, trying to capture the way your brows furrow when you’re focused and that exact moment you get the answer or the next idea for your work, he’d love just getting an excuse to be in your presence for an extended period of time

Duke Thomas:

- Duke would want to make sure you’re getting fresh air and a change of scenery, he’d help you pack up some of your stuff and carry it down to the library or a little cafe where he’d sip a latte and do his own classwork, taking breaks just to admire the beauty in front of him

- running back home to your apartment after you lost track of time but got so much done, thanking Duke with a kiss that makes his cheeks heat up as he mumbles some thanks for helping him focus to, though you knew he was almost undeniably there for you

- shutting the door behind you, wrapped in the jacket he gave you during the sprint home and holding it close to your chest while you stay up to finish the last of your assignments, Duke would be punching the air with excitement that he finally got the unofficial date of his dreams, now he just had to think of a way to officially ask you out... but that can wait til your deadlines are done : )

I hope this helps! Last week was when all my assignments were due and I like actually died a little on the inside so I wish you the best of luck! <3

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