#Low key forgot how to draw while making this..

[starfruitsomething]

Aziraphale is not doing too well post divorce..

[cheeseceli]

Skz meeting a pretty fan

Pairing: Ot8!skz × Gn!reader (individually)

Genre: fluff, just a tiny little bit of angst, headcanons

Description: their reaction to meeting a pretty fan during a fan meeting

Warnings: kind of love at first sight trope, delusional, some of them are dramatic, they are all idols, not proofread

A/n: the way it's been over a year that this has been in my drafts | daily click

Bang Chan

He was kinda of tired already so he was zoning out

When he sees you he is like "...oh"

He is so invested in your conversation

If you comment about the production behind the music he will be so happy

Genuinely loves when someone acknowledges his work so his eyes will shine and he will smile so hard while explaining everything to you

He is upset when you need to move on to the next member

Sees you laughing with the other members and he's like 🤨

Wonders what they did that managed to make you laugh that much

Lee Know

He would stare at you

You know when his mouth is open and you can see his eyes shining?

Yeah, that's him right now

You say hello and he would give you his nervous laugh before looking at you again with those stary eyes

I swear he is such a softie

Would listen to every single word that you say, you can tell he is paying so much attention

Autographs something for you and makes a funny drawing as well hoping you'd laugh

Side eyes the staff when they say the time is up

Even when you move to the next member and other fan is talking to him, he would still look at your direction sometimes and get so flustered if you catch him looking at you

Changbin

Starts small talk right away

Will 100% compliment you

You ask him an autograph and he wonders how bad would it be if he gave you his number instead

Like he knows he cannot do that

But maybe if he was sneaky enough...

Doesn't do it by the end but he low-key regrets it for the rest of his life

He will wake up one day after five years and be like "damn I should've given them my number"

And he will make that everyone's problem

The boys can't stand it anymore because they've heard enough about you by now 😭

Convinces himself that he will see you again one day

Hyunjin

He sees you before you see him, so he is panicking

Is looking at the line all the time wondering if you will want to talk to him

Asks han if his hair looks good before it's your turn to talk to him

No but fr, he can't take his eyes off you

When you start talking he is like 😯

You look and sound like an angel, he must be in heaven

Even after the fan meeting he can't stop thinking about you

If he's feeling bold enough, he will definitely flirt with you

Low-key forgot he was an idol and was ready to risk it all for you

Han

Might believe in love at first sight after your meeting

Compliment him once and he will get so shy

Like sir, weren't you the one flirting like two seconds ago🤨

Would feel so betrayed if he isn't your bias LMAO

He has like a minute and a half to convince you he's the best stray kids member and he WILL try that

And he hopes that someone will record his flirty antics and post it on tiktok just so he can find your socials

He will make all the boys stalk the internet to try to find you

"but you can't contact them even if you find their account, so what's the point?" idk bro but he wants to see you again somehow

Felix

SUCH A FLIRT

The moment he looks at you he is already trying to win your heart

Kinda forgot he was an idol pt.2

Except he didn't forget

He just doesn't care

He wants to flirt with you and that's precisely what he will do

Will even flirt through his autograph if he can

Uses any kind of excuse to make physical contact with you ✨

And side eyes the staff when they tell him it's time to move on

Like no it's not??

Seungmin

Actually pretty good at hiding his new crush??

The most normal one out here surprisingly lol

He will be able to cover it up as just "good mood" but let's be for real

It's because of you

Anyways

Will smile so much

If you compliment his smile (please do!) he will get shy but so so happy

Also steals glances when you go to the next member

He'll be talking to the next fan but ends up laughing because of something he heard you say to another one of the boys

The fan is like ?? but Seungmin is able to play it off

I.N

So dedicated to give you a good impression

If you tell him your favourite skz song is one of his solos (or that your favourite has that title because of his vocals) this man is in heaven

Forgot he was an idol pt.3 except he didn't forget

He just lowkey very lowkey didn't want to be an idol in that exact moment

Had it been on any normal occasion he would probably try to charm you over

But this was his job

He couldn't possibly get delulu over a fan 😭 although he was already midway to that

Ends up covering a song you said you thought would fit his voice

Sees the comments of the cover wondering each one of those were yours

Masterlist | you'll probably like: unrequited love

Reminder that this is all fiction, this does not represent the members in real life!

Taglist (open!): @yuyubeans @dandelions-143 @sleepyleeji @jinnie-ret @sheraayasherrecs

Dividers by @thecutestgrotto | Images 1, 2 and 3

[covenofagatha]

My Fair Lady

You finally convince your girlfriend, Agatha, to attend the annual Westview fair with you and things end up leading to a roll in the hay(ride), non-magic AU

Word count: ~3000

Warnings: smut, semi-public sex, mommy kink

It’s a beautiful day in Westview when the annual fair takes place, an autumn breeze chilling the air and the smell of pumpkins and cinnamon hanging over. It’s your favorite event of the year: hayrides, pumpkin carvings, face painting stations, bobbing for apples, and even more. The fair is always two weeks before Halloween and everyone in the town turns up.

Which is exactly what you told your girlfriend,  Agatha, to try to get her to go with you. She had never attended one, even though she had lived in Westview for almost ten years, and you were determined to get her to come this year. When you had first mentioned it, she slumped lower into the couch, lips tight. The older woman could be such a drama queen sometimes. She’d love to go, she insisted, but she would be forced to see all the people in the town she didn’t like and that was not a fun way to spend a weekend, when instead, she could spend it with you in bed. She had then pulled you onto her lap and fucked you so well you forgot about the matter entirely for a few days. 

The next time you asked, she was cooking dinner for the two of you. She had rolled her eyes fondly and said she would think about it and then changed the subject, never bothering to stop cutting vegetables.

But finally, as they say, third time’s the charm. You realized where you went wrong the other times: you were just asking the question in the wrong way. You had her sprawled on her back on the couch, tongue drawing circles around her clit. Her hand was tangled in your hair, silently urging you on as whimpers fell from her mouth. “That’s it, baby girl,” she praised in a low voice. “Make mommy come.” But then you had pulled away and said you wouldn’t unless she promised to come to the fair with you. She grunted and then hastily agreed; she would’ve promised you anything if it would get your pretty mouth back on her. 

And a promise is a promise. The day of the fair finally arrives, and you head downstairs after dressing in a plaid skirt and a striped sweater. Agatha is already down there, fiddling with her keys. Your breath catches; she looks so hot. She’s wearing a white turtleneck under a brown blazer and gray pants that make her ass look great. Her long hair is wavy and tumbles loosely down her back. You almost wish you hadn’t pushed so hard to go to the fair, seeing her dressed like that. It is already mid-afternoon though, so you’ll only be at the fair for a few hours. And then she can take you home and–

She raises an eyebrow at you, smirking as if she can hear your thoughts. “Shall we, sweetheart?” 

“Yes!” You say enthusiastically, pushing your dirty thoughts out of your head. 

The drive to the fairgrounds is quiet, Agatha tracing patterns on your leg with one hand while her other hand is on the wheel. “You really like this thing, don’t you?” 

It takes you a moment before you realize that she’s talking about the fair and you nod. “I’ve gone every year since I’ve lived here. I think you’ll love it too, Aggs. I’m dying to take you to my favorite ice cream stand. And there’s face painting – you should get yours painted!” She tosses a glare your way and you giggle. “Bobbing for apples, hayrides, oh, and a kissing booth.” The last part comes out teasingly, just to see how she’ll react. 

Her grip tightens on your thigh, squeezing an involuntary moan out of your mouth. “You better not even look in that direction.” 

“How could I, when I have my very own kissing booth right here,” you say, voice sugary sweet, but she grimaces at how cheesy it is. You laugh and lean over to peck her cheek, delighting in the way the corners of her mouth perk up. 

“Well,” she says, effortlessly parallel parking once you arrive. Hot. “Where to first, my dear?” 

You chew on your lip thoughtfully and then an idea lights up in your head. “Petting zoo!” You all but drag her by the hand. 

The petting zoo has some of the cutest animals you’ve ever seen: little lambs, chicks, and a tiny horse. You coo at the tiny horse and even see Agatha reach out to pet it. You’re smiling like a dope at her when she finally turns to look at you. 

“What?” She asks. 

“Nothing,” you say. “You’re just really cute with small animals.” 

She scoffs and tosses her hair over her shoulder dramatically. “I’m always cute,” she corrects you and you snort. 

You interlock your fingers with hers and pull her to the next station, a corn maze. You have a terrible sense of direction, something not lost on Agatha as she playfully asks you which way to go everytime you come to a fork. Each time, you hold up a finger and close your eyes, pretending to be listening to the wind. Agatha watches you with a smirk, nodding intently when you open your eyes and make up some story about what the spirits told you. You then pick a direction completely at random. 

It’s over thirty minutes later when you both realize you are not getting any closer to the center and maybe Agatha should try picking which way to go. And of course, it’s five minutes and four confident turns later when you reach the statue in the middle. 

“Well, I was the one who got us so close,” you say amidst her laughing. “And then you had the easy part.” 

She stops chuckling and grabs your hips, pulling you against her. “That’s exactly what happened, baby. We couldn’t have done it without you.” Her lips brush against yours and you part your mouth so you can kiss her properly. 

It’s a soft, tender kiss and your heart fills with so much love for the older woman. You pull back just a little and lean your forehead on hers. She’s a few inches taller than you so you have to stand on your tip-toes. “Are you having fun?” You’re a little insecure that Agatha still doesn’t want to be here and she’s only pretending for your sake. If she says no, you won’t hesitate before saying the two of you can leave.

But she cups your cheek and warmly looks into your eyes. “I am, sweetheart. Thank you for making me come.” 

You smile wickedly, not being able to resist. “Oh it’s my pleasure. I love making you come.” The innuendo is not lost on her and she drags you into a much more heated kiss. She nips at your bottom lip and you whine, arms moving around her neck to try to get her closer. Her lips trail down and to your neck, softly sucking. “Agatha,” you gasp, tangling your hands in her hair. 

And then the sound of children laughing forces you apart just in time for two little boys to come running through the clearing, barely sparing you two a glance. 

“This is why I hate children,” Agatha sighs. “Let’s get out of here. Do you remember how we got here?” 

You don’t even respond, just opting to give her a pointed look. You both know you don’t. She smirks and starts walking down the path on the east. You scramble to keep up, not wanting to get separated from her. You know she’d never let it go if you got lost and the fair had to send in a search and rescue team to find you. Agatha barely breaks her stride and about ten turns later, you’re standing out front of the maze. 

You gape at her. “How did you–” She cuts you off by pointing to the sign next to the entrance, a sign with a map of the maze. Your jaw drops even more. “You knew where to go the entire time and you still let me bumble around and take every wrong turn?” 

She shrugs innocently. “What can I say, darling? You’re just really cute when you’re giving me the wrong directions.” She bops your nose, which you scrunch up at her. “Where to next?” 

You scan your surroundings. The line at your favorite ice cream stand is short so you make a beeline for it, Agatha following quickly behind. Dottie’s Famous Soft Serve Ice Cream. 

“The lime is my favorite,” you whisper to Agatha once you’ve gotten in line. “But the vanilla and orange swirl is also pretty good.” 

She considers the list of flavors thoughtfully. “I think I’ll go with the lime.” You smile, unable to help yourself. 

The line goes quickly and the two of you are soon at the front. “Two limes in a waffle cone, please,” you say to Dottie, who immediately recognizes you. You frequent her store several times a month, always getting the same thing. 

“Y/n! So nice of you to stop by,” she says, grabbing two cones. 

“You know me, Dottie. Gotta have my lime ice cream. And I’m trying to corrupt this one.” You nod to Agatha and Dottie chuckles, turning back around with your ice cream. 

“Here you go,” she says, handing them to you. “That’ll be six dollars.” Agatha pulls out a ten from her wallet and puts it on the counter. “Thank you!” 

You hand your girlfriend one of the cones and lead her to sit on a bench away from all the people. You softly groan the minute the lime ice cream hits your tongue. Even after having it so many times, it never fails to disappoint.  You glance at Agatha, who’s watching you with a certain look in her eyes. “Have you tried it yet?” 

She nods. “It’s really good, sweetheart. I knew you wouldn’t lead me astray.” 

“Unlike corn mazes, I do actually know my way around ice cream,” you retort and you both laugh. A comfortable silence settles over you as you lazily work at your ice cream while watching the people walk by. 

You suddenly hear Agatha sharply inhale and you look over with concern. She’s watching you, half her cone already eaten. You can now make out the look in her eyes – desire. “Stop teasing, pet,” she growls, pupils blown wide. 

A thrill runs through you. You hadn’t even been trying to, but you clearly had done something. “What do you mean?” you ask innocently, this time licking a deliberate stripe up the center of your ice cream, never breaking eye contact. 

Her tongue pushes into the inside of her cheek. “Finish up quickly,” she says, her raspy voice doing things to your insides. You rarely get to see her this desperate for you and you wish she’d show this side of her more often. Almost every day, she turns you into a whimpering mess for her, while she’s usually much more composed, even when she lets you take control. 

“Yeah?” You whisper. Her dark eyes dart down to your lips and then back up. 

“Yeah, baby girl. Be a good girl for mommy.” The pet names ignite a fire in your belly. You wolf down the rest of your ice cream, as does she, and then she’s tugging you back to the parking lot. 

“Wait, Agatha,” you say, coming to halt. She looks back at you. “We can’t leave without going on the hayride. It takes you around all the spooky parts of town.” 

She swallows hard. “You really want to?” Part of you wants to just say fuck it and go home with her right now, but the hay ride is always your favorite part of the fair. And you want to share that with her. 

“Yes. I’m sorry.” To her credit, she does a good job covering up her disappointment if she feels any. 

She squeezes your hand. “Don’t be. I can wait a little longer before taking you home and ruining you.” You let out a small gasp, images of her words flitting through your mind. 

“You know, the fair will be here next year,” you say, suddenly ready to call it a night. You can feel how flushed your cheeks have become.

“Oh, no, darling. You are taking me on this hayride,” Agatha insists, smirking. You grumble, secretly a little glad deep down, and walk her over to where the wagons are parked. There’s no one else in line. It’s starting to get dark and a little chilly, so you figure some people might be leaving early. 

“Just the two of you?” a man says and you nod. He holds out a hand and helps you and Agatha step into the back of the wagon. “Here’s some blankets if you need them.” He tosses two fuzzy green blankets at you, hay sticking to them. 

You smile gratefully and throw it over your cold legs. You should’ve worn pants. Agatha wraps an arm around you and pulls you closer as well so you can absorb some of her body heat. The man gets in the tractor attached to the wagon and starts loudly talking as he pulls out of the spot. He’s saying something about the history of Westview when you’re distracted by Agatha putting her hand that’s not around you on your thigh under the blanket. 

You glance at her out of the corner of your eye and you see her already watching you, a wicked grin on her face. “Pay attention,” she whispers, nodding to the back of the man. Luckily, he can’t see you and no one else is in the wagon with the two of you. 

At first, she doesn’t do much, just slowly strokes your thigh with her fingertips. But it’s enough to make the heat in your stomach fire back up. You really try to hone into the hayride tour, but the smell of Agatha and her hot breath on your neck makes it hard. Not to mention her fingers now starting to creep up under your skirt. 

“Agatha,” you breathe. 

“Yes, baby?” she says innocently, like she hasn’t just cupped you over your underwear. Her fingertips are light as they press down. Your hips jump and Agatha’s eyes flash. “Gotta be careful,” she murmurs in your ears. “Or I’ll stop. You wouldn’t want that, would you?” 

You furiously shake your head and bite down on your lip preemptively. She smiles and pushes your underwear to the side, sliding through your folds. Thankfully, the wagon is passing through an area of the town that is quiet and dark, so you really only have to worry about the driver catching you. 

“Sweetheart, you’re already so wet,” Agatha says hotly into your ear. “Does the thought of someone seeing you like this turn you on?” 

“No,” you protest, cheeks burning. 

She pushes a finger into you and your walls clench down immediately. “Are you sure?” she drawls. You take a sharp breath when she moves ever so slightly. “I think you like it. The thrill. The danger. Knowing if anyone looked too closely they’d see what a good slut you are for me.” 

You have to sink your teeth into your hand so you don’t let out a pornographic moan. Agatha chuckles. 

“You’re doing so good for me, baby,” she whispers, thumb rubbing your clit just the right way. 

“Mm, mommy, please,” you gasp into her ear. The angle at which her finger is thrusting inside you is awkward at best, but somehow she’s making it work for you. You’d be embarrassed at how close to cumming you are if it wasn’t Agatha, who could probably make you cum if she looked at you hard enough. 

“Good girl, cum for mommy.” She twists the finger inside you and roughly strokes your clit and it sends you over the edge. She gives you a few moments to come down from your high before sliding her hand out from under your skirt. She sucks her wet finger into her mouth and her eyes flash. “That ice cream was good, honey, but it’s got nothing on you.” 

You feel your cunt pulse again, and based on her face, she knows. 

“It’s almost too easy,” she jokes with a grin.

“And here we are, back to where we started,” the man driving the tractor announces, pulling back into the lot where he had been parked. You let out a sigh of release at the perfect timing. He walks around and helps the two of you step out, you not missing the 20 dollar bill Agatha slips into his shirt pocket. 

“That was the best hayride I’ve ever been on,” she gushes and winks at you. You blush and find sudden interest in your feet, not able to meet the man’s eyes. 

“Glad to hear it!” he says happily, apparently missing everything. You give him a tight smile and quickly drag Agatha away. It’s much darker now and the majority of the people have cleared out of the fairgrounds. 

“Was it everything you hoped it would be?” you ask. 

“The fair, or fucking you in the back of a wagon?” You give her a look and she smirks. She pauses walking to wrap an arm around your shoulder and pull you into a hug. “I had a lovely time, darling. I love you.” 

You smile into her neck. “I love you, too.” You break the hug to give her a wicked look. “Now, you said something about me teasing you earlier? What are you going to do about that?”

The same wickedness glints in her eyes. “Let’s go find out. I can assure you it involves putting that tongue to better use than licking Dottie's famous lime ice cream.” 

She all but shoves you into the car, heat igniting your insides, desire for the older woman racing through you. 

It’s going to be a long night. 

[adoregojo]

★- haunted by the trails of you.

a/n: here's some more angst i had in drafts and now I'm setting it free. wanted more pain but this what yall are getting for now d: (potentially getting a part two)

summary: their first anniversary without you, and you'd still be haunting them. !! gn reader!! characters: isagi, reo, rin. warnings: men. hurt/barely an comfort, the word 'vomit', blood mentions in rin's part, appear of other characters. perhaps heavy angst?

isagi: it was at his own home. for what he can fathom, isagi isn't considered as someone who's hooked on the past. at least that's what he pinned his head to. what had chronicles should've been a lesson, something that'll help him move forward, a memory that'll get him through to his feet again.

once the past had been written, there was no undoing. only exceptions and take the moral out of it.

sometimes isagi wished he had tugged on that enough as much as he tugged his heart to yours.

he was about to send himself a clout. has he learned nothing? why can't he draw a clear line without the ghost of you obsessing in every corner of his life? so instead, he botches his hair to untidy navy-blue locks flying out of place, mumbling cusses to none other than himself.

He bet he looked like a madman, uttering loathes undertone within every step upon a stair he took. He swore he spotted a middle aged lady covering her son's ears in horror. maybe he wasn't muttering as low as he thought.

it was saturday, in which isagi takes a day off to greet his parents from time to time. and he wasn't gonna cancel that over some feelings he might've got the wrong end of the stick about, it was probably just lingering lust and affection he had for you, but I'll past. clinging to the mere possibility and ignoring the ache that remains for too long than intended.

swirling the keys with his bare hands, isagi can view the frigid smoke of his breath appearing with every puff he let out. the tips of his fingers and knuckles were embarrassing standing out an angry shade of red, he forgot his gloves, again ,recalling: yoichi never really had to bat an eye when it comes to gloves. he'll even do it on purpose since you wouldn't think twice before launching yours to his frosty hands, while interlocking your hands with the other one.

now that he mentioned it, he always recollect how futile of an attempt it was. because the back of his hand will always remain polar, but at that time, it didn't carried a feather. he didn't really mind freezing to death if it meant I'll be in your arms. then he'll die any day.

isagi remains stationary, until his forehead rests the irony of his house door. he didn't know if he was deeply disappointed in himself, or just drowned by the sweet bygone days. gabbling something about how an idiot he was before taking a deep lungful of air and finally opening the door.

flinging his shoes to gods knows where, at this state even his mother's berating wouldn't budge a bone in him, yeah, this is how bad it was.

to his astonishment, there were no trails of his parents. isagi called, shouting once, twice. and gave up on the third time. he jogs around to the kitchen era, like expected: a dangling note covering some plate, informing him that they went out and they'll be back before dinner. 

isagi just let out a defeated sigh, an obvious pessimistic wave looming over him. he was genuinely hoping to spend a family-time right away, and something to divert him away from the wraith of you.

a part of him wondered, what answer could he hand his parents, breaking the fact that you two were no longer together. his parents always loved you, adored you even. they'd definitely be shattered, he'll just muddle it by saying that you two drew apart till an ultimate downfall drilled up a hole in your relationship, leading to a break up. they’ll buy it, right?

blindly, isagi carried out the plat, slamming it flatly against the wooden table of the living room. making himself comfortable on the couch that held on the glimpse of his childhood, it was a pleasant to be at home again, and one of a great distraction.

he needed it.. anything to sway him away from the remainder of what name of this day earned..

from the corner of his eye, he spotted a second note. scoffing at himself isagi gets a grasp on it, living on the thought it might've been his parents requesting him to do chores, or just asking him to take extra care of himself. 

isagi consulted it, even when a part of him begged him not to.

‘dear, yocchan. we really hope you'll be the one to read this, but if not! hello yoichi’s partner, that's quite embarrassing if you're reading this hahaha. but anyway, we figured that today is your two anniversary, isn't that just great? We remember just yesterday they were being introduced to us for the first time. What a good time to be alive, but anyway. There's some surprise cake for the two of you to share! Happy anniversary, you lovebirds.- your mother (in law).”

‘don't get too carried away please! - your father (in law).”

isagi flouts, bitterly. so sorely that all the rock-hard grip of his hand went straight to poor paper, ripping it apart to fall into small chunks. the stomach-bug swirl, not the one with the butterflies plopping in the depths of his stomach, swarming with to define a new level of bliss. but a disgusting ache of venom mobbing, making him want to vomit in an instant. 

if it wasn't for his neighbors, isagi would've outcry his lungs out of frustration. but he wasn't on the field, where his anger planted. Now it's just a sad smile etching on his features. 

and maybe a drip of a few tears..

how long were you planning on haunting him for..

reo: he had to delete it.. for the longest period, reo had never been so glued on what he busted by his own hands, words and ego. he had no one to blame but himself, and yet no amount of strength that earth granted him, no matter how the sky have bore in tears gleaming the ground, a pool of agony cries pleading for him to do it.

all that and he’d still struggle to press the delete button. He just couldn't.

“man, just delete it already.” chigiri cried out, slamming his palms against the skin of his forehead. He was tired. and he wasn't even getting paid to deal with this shit.

“it's easier for you to say it, you don't get it.” reo sassed back, trudging inches away from the redhead who's eyes twitched in disbelief. 

nagi and chigiri一well, mostly chigiri, have been summoned by a cry for help from their shared friend. just for the end of the world to be him trying to delete the pictures and videos of you and him, his ex that lived in his head rent free. 

it was a wretched sight to see, his eyes were tearing up while scrolling through your memories together. chigiri一god’s greatest soldier, was really, really doing everything he can to encourage reo back on his feet. It was like helping a spineless creature to straighten up. 

it's quite impressive, he can use all his abilities on soccer pitches, give his best assists, be the heart, the mind and the soul of the field. Yet behind the plate was a completely different person, a hopeless guy curled up in a ball of your blanket that carried most of your left cologne, and sobbing till the sunrise. and today was a special show, he was absolutely shattered because your scent was slowly vanishing. 

all chigiri can do is pinch the bridge of his nose in foiling, “listen, how about we go out or something? there's a nearby place we can get lunch and-”

“they used to love that restaurant¦” reo whines, shoving his phone into the redhead face, it carried a picture of you smiling blissfully and unaware, cheeks rife with food. “they're.. cute, so cute it makes me want to die.” falling backwards on the silky duvet of the queen-sized bed. 

“Please don't, I still need my monthly allowance on genshin.” the one time nagi decided to finally say something, it had to be this. and chigiri never wanted to zip up someone's mouth so badly.

“you keep on stabbing yourself in the throat, you dumbass. if you can't do it then I'll do it for you.” stretching out his arm, opening up his palms for reo to hand over the phone and get this over with already.

in an instant, the phone was being embraced tightly to his chest, “no! I can do it myself, I just need some time," Chigiri just raised his hands in surrender, mumbling a quick ‘whatever’ as he jumped out the bed, leaving the extra space for his friend to grieve, alone.

it was a miracle that his tears still remain un-parched. Every photo he scroll through, the lump in his throat narrows painfully. clinching his lips upwards every time he crossed over while you were smiling, it hurts so good. He doesn't recognize whatever the knot in his stomach was reducing in sorrow or ecstatic.

he wasn't trashing any of those, he couldn't find it in his heart too. instead of criticizing himself of what he should've said to make you stay, what could've he done to swoon your heart instead of fleeting it. you'll keep on tip-toeing around his heartstrings and he'll let you without a charge.

he squeaked in his pillow, he just kept on bruising himself, torturing himself by the dim memory of what the two of you had once. something that not even money could regain or even soothe on. he yearned for one more kiss, one more embrace, one more chance to get a glimpse of you and he'll die a happy man, that's a lie, he'll misses you even after death.

he wished for you to come and haunt him, eat him to bits. but it was like he was the one haunting the crumbs of you.

on the middle of his groaning mess, an amber eyes staring sharply at him, his figure casting a shadow over his state. “here, drink up.” nonchalant, he handed him a random juice he ‘eeny, meeny’ his way to. reo accepted the drink, his arm sluggishly taking it. chigiri swore he was about to crack the glass over his head if he wouldn't stop this pitiful little act of his.

“why are you even this hardcore sad? you were never like this in the last weeks.”

“it's their anniversary, but not anymore I guess.” nagi shrugged, still too focused on the screen of his phone to pay the slightest amount of attention. turning a blind eye when reo flinches a bit at his truthful words 

“have anyone told you you're a terrible human being?” 

one sip, a second one. and his lilac eyes were watering for a million time. “they used to love this drink.” he whispered.

“i genuinely hope you choke on it.” 

rin: it got so bad, he talked to sae about it.. running a few years backwards, if you told the sixteen years old itoshi rin he'd be seeking his own deadbeat of a brother to vent he'd spit out in your face with no second thought.

and if he could, he would've. because rin was rethinking his life choices, taking a step back every second yet taking two ahead then comprehending once again. and now there was no going back, what was between him and the urgent fate was a wooden door. 

his hands buried deep in his pockets instead of making an attempt to knock. he found gazing at his pair of shoes much more entertaining. 

he didn't have it in his head to think straight, not when you clouded over like an angry storm, all he can do is take it and let your teardrop roll down his face, or maybe they were his own tears, he couldn't savvy it. 

after a deep lungful of air, rin thrust his forward, just an inch away, only to stop briskly. sae? really? just how desperate is he? very. he come to cuss himself for counting you as the one and only person he apostrophizes with. if only he’d listen when you would rant about him approving his social skills, he should've listened instead plugging his ears. He wished he listened to a lot of things you said..

in a rush, the door unlocked in a swift. almost making him funk backwards, unraveling the sight of his older brother, standing unimpressed. and before rin could speak a word, sae took the lead. 

“you know I could see your shadow casting under my doorstep, right?” 

Rin clicks his tongue in annoyance, and when he doesn't reply, the reddish head moves to the side, and rin steers his way in. shutting the door behind him, sae jog away, letting him take off his shoes. not even a proper welcome, he shouldn't have gotten his hopes up.

the apartment was quite tidy, a strong aroma loomed underneath his nose. Despite that, it was awkwardly dull, not even ghosts would bother haunting it. rin takes a seat in a solo couch, fumbling his fingers in a bothersome way, the silence was a deadline, not anything he wasn't used to.

It was just the first time rin had come here, by himself. without an actual family required to stick to the back. 

or without you.

unintentionally, Rin's leg keeps thrusting. a bad habit of his when the tension gets thick. every passing second he berates himself even further, damn him for having only one path to seek solace in, for allowing only one soul to soothe over his frail heart, for authorizing only one embrace to delay him.

and damn you for carving open his heart. just to leave him to bleed.

the echoing steps of sae cut his strails of thoughts. settling down his cup of hot tea. rin raised a brow at the uncivil manner. “you didn't ask for one.” his brother shrugs calmly, oh he was driving him nuts with this unchanged attitude. 

breathe in, rin.

reverberating voice called, so he obeys. straighten his pouster. “I wanted to talk to you about something. it's important.” 

“I can tell. and your sidekick is nowhere to be found, did they finally ditch you?”

his hands clutching up in a makeshift ball, rin says nothing.

“oh, so they did?” sae blows a few times over the overheated cup, taking a sip then uttering something under his breath. “Well, that's unfortunate.” adding another cube of sugar as he retorted. 

rin only got something out of this, that his brother didn't give a single fuck. and it drove him to the edge.

“You can at least pretend that you care.”

“never said I didn't.”

“you didn't have to, it's fucking showing.” rin seethed, his clenched hand striking the table balance, making the sugar cubes fall out of place. his anger was collapsing even the sweetest floras.

that doesn't nuge sae the slightest, but makes him frowns his brows a bit, because he was the one who had to sweep that off later.

the tension was solid and bulky, and Rin refused to break eye contact with the equal hues. Daring him to say something, anything. Yet he took it as a challenge, like he always does. The only way he communicates with sae is by beating him, proving himself. He'll die on that hill, even if it killed him itself. even if it has killed you already.

he knew this was a stupid idea, he should've just rotted in bed, he should've kept on living in the repeated circle of misery. He should've just lived up with every rush of breeze rustling his mistakes over and over, where he could've sworn that it was your voice.

breath, rin.

he was fucking trying. 

“So what do you want me to do about it? be your wingman and pair you together again?” 

“or, you could just say nothing. listening is enough.”

after a moment of silence, sae shoulders ease up. a guster pointed for him to keep going. so rin dose, he rants and rants like he had the time of the world right in his palms. It was mostly about you, how you were something that became his everything, how he should've stopped you like he wanted to, how he let you be driven away like he always does, how he should've apologized like he was supposed to. 

blustring about ‘what the if’s’ and what would've happened if he just.. he loved you like you loved him.. if only he tried. he can't blame it on his immense ego, his lack of communication, the digged hole on his soul that you bleeded to fill, you gave all your flesh till there was nothing left but bones.

he could've rebuilt the broken pieces of your heart, but they were too sharp to hold. He bled within every one, he was bleeding to ashes, to nothingness. 

you loved till there was nothing left to love about you. you drained down the hill. not even his blood could fulfill you.

his voice would crack, a dust cloud blows over his eyes, yet sae would stare at him ever so flatly. if he even dares to say disappointment. disappointed that his younger brother was just a copy past of him. 

someone that kills everything he touches.

When rin has nothing left to say, sae stands up. reaching his pocket for a card that carries a name and a number. as the dark-head flipped the card between his fingers, blood-thirst eyes narrowed at him.

“a fucking therapist? are you fucking kidding me?"

“you clearly need one.”

“I don't, is this some kind of lukewarm joke?”

“stop being corny, I'm trying to help you here. if you aren't willing to let yourself feel the sense of loss, you can suit yourself out.”

and with that, sae turns his back to him. like he always does. climbing the stairs to his bedroom, leaving rin to reconsider where his actions have driven him, how beyond it threw it all. 

although, he’ll never let himself feel the sense of loss. never. He'd rather be haunted by you than be alone forever, he'll be a stray till you pick him up again.

lmao wrote this with nagi plushie watching me like a hawk

[strawberrynightmere]

Favorite Model [Yandere Leah x Female Reader]

TW⚠️: low-key yadere tendencies, farmer reader, reader is kind of naive, reader posing for drawing, reader has tattoos, nudity, me trying to describe a pose, awkward moment, short fic, etc.

A/n: I just thought it would be a good idea.

"Uh... Leah?"

"Yes [Name]?"

"When you asked me for help...." You trail off staring at the ground in embarrassment, clinging to the white sheet to your body. "I didn't expect to be posing... nude." You trailed off again.

When Leah sent you that request, you didn't think twice and hopped down to her cabin, right after you did all the farm work, because what kind of (technically) neighbor would you be if you didn't help out for her to improve her artistic skills.

"Not that I am backing out or anything -" You get cut off by Leah.

"Don't worry, I'm doing this for practice. No one will be seeing it." She assured you.

You breathe a sigh of releaf. "Alright. How do I do this?"

"Just drop the sheet and make some poses."

You hesitantly do as she said and tried out some poses until she stopped you at one, claiming that it was perfect.

Your exposed back was facing her, one knee bent close to your chest with your arm resting on it, the other leg resting sideways a little bent, and the other resting flat from the palm of your hand to your elbow as you were resting all your weight on it.

After some time passes, something just jumps up in your thoughts.

"Leah?"

"Yes?"

"Are my tattoos gonna be a problem for you to draw?" Right, you had some weird tattoos, like on your arms and back. In your defense, you tend to make weird decisions after getting blackout drunk.

"No, they're actually perfect for practice."

That's good to hear. You're not sure if it's actually practical, but if she said it was alright, then you didn't need to worry.

🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸

You've been staring at that wall for hours!

You were getting bored out of your mind. There was only so much daydreaming that you could do. And your arm, it was getting numb.

But you didn't dare move, for the sake of Leah's important, not even an inch.

"Done!"

"Oh, thank Yoba!" You slump down on your back and turn to the other side.

"Thank you for doing this for me." Leah said as she covered you with the white sheet, like a banket.

"It was no problem." You say while wrapping yourself in the sheet and getting up from the floor.

"Would you like to have lunch? You did sit there for hours."

Yes, you were so hungry that you'd eat tree sap.

But then.

*knock knock!*

"Leah?" The door opened, and Elliot, who was staring at a notebook, steps in.

"Pardon my intrusion. I need your opinion on this...." He pauses for a second or more, "... peace." His eyes darting between you and her, before speaking again.

"My apologies, I didn't intend to interrupt your session. Carry on as you were." Then he left.

"Wait. What did he mean by that?" You say in worrie.

"Probably nothing, take a seat." She ushers you to a chair, trying to lighten up the mood.

"Alright. Wait! I forgot to ask if I could see the drawing."

"After lunch!"

"Okay!"

🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸

"Wow." You say in amazement, staring at the paper Leah presented you. "It's almost like looking at a picture."

"It's alright." She said bashfully, red tinting her cheeks.

"Alright?! You got every small detail of my tattoos. Did you do this before?"

"N-no! You were my first model!" That was suspicious, but you're not some professional, so you'll just brush it off.

"Cool, glad I could help." You say while putting your shirt back on. "I'm gonna go now. See you tomorrow." You head out and close the door behind you.

Leah stood there for a second with a dreamy smile. As she closes her schetchbook, some pages are shown. They were all drawings of you.

What can she say.

You are her favorite model.

A/n: it was kind of alright, but Leah is underrated.

[aloneinthehellfire]

Chapter Three: Bad Dreams

The Pariahs That Saved The World [Masterlist]

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: mentions of death, lots of angst

[A/N: I even surprised myself at the ending of this. Whatever my original plan for this series was has now been thrown out of the window just because I can never write without the angst-]

Bad Dreams

“Creepy.” You comment, staring up at the house in front of you.

“Can say that again.” Steve sighs, hands on his hips as he joins you.

“Creepy.” You repeat, smirking while you walk away with his irritated gaze on your back.

The Creel House stood tall despite its worn down exterior, the blackening wood and peeling paint only adding to the horrors you’ve heard of this place. Everything had been boarded up, blocking people from coming and going as they please. You’re just surprised they had never torn down the place.

Nancy and Steve grabbed some of Mr Wheeler’s borrowed tools and start working on the door, trying to tug out the nails holding it in place. You stand with your arms folded beside Robin, sending worried glances at Max every so often. You couldn’t help it, and you hoped she couldn’t feel your anxiety.

“I mean, what exactly are we looking for in this shithole?” Steve groans, discarding a nail on the ground.

“We’re not sure.” Nancy says and you clear your throat.

“This house is important to Vecna.” You speak up and you feel Robin’s eyes on you, making you feel hotter than you should. “Max wouldn’t have seen it in that mind world if it wasn’t.”

“Great.” Steve grumbles.

“Maybe it holds the key to where Vecna is. Why he’s back… Why he killed the Creels.” Dustin suggests, shrugging. “And how to stop him before he comes back for Max.”

“We don’t think he’s in here, do we?” Lucas voices and Max tightens her lips.

“Guess we’ll find out.”

With an agreed nod, Steve and Nancy pull back the board and let it thump onto the ground, the force whisking away leaves on the porch. Robin notices Max’s widened eyes and looks at the revealed door, viewing a stained glass window of a blue rose. Just like in her drawings.

The door rattles when Steve tries to open it, shoulders dropping in defeat.

“It’s locked.” He says and you snort, earning his glare. “Should I knock, see if anybody’s home?”

“Maybe Vecna is out grocery shopping.” You offer, trying to lessen the obviously tense mood of the whole situation. “Could always see if there’s another entrance…”

The comfort of Robin’s presence disappears from your side and you turn to see her grabbing something from the ground.

“No need.” She announces, holding up a discarded brick and smirking at you. “I found a key.”

“Innovative.” You smile, your eyes lingering a moment too long on eachother before you clear your throat and step aside, allowing her to launch the brick through the stained glass window.

You all could hear the brick rattling in an echo on the other side of the door before Steve slips his arm through the man-made hole and twists the door open, an eerie creak playing tricks with your mind.

Steve lets out a low whistle as you follow Nancy through, your boots crunching on sprinkled shards. It was dark in here, the dust forming a thick cloud even in the air as you squint. You feel Robin’s shoulder bump against yours and you look over to see her motioning to her flashlight. You nod, sticking by her side as everyone else piles in.

“Looks like someone forgot to pay their electric bill.” Lucas quips, standing back from the failed attempt at turning on a lamp.

Everyone immediately switches on their flashlights, leaving Steve puzzled.

“Where’d everyone get those?” He frowns and Dustin sends him a look.

“Do you need to be told everything? You’re not a child.”

“Thank you.” Steve deadpans, noticing your mouth opening slightly. “Don’t say another word.”

“I wasn’t gonna say anything.” You defend and he shakes his head. Robin hides a smirk, revelling in the fact that someone other than her could make him fidget like that.

“Uh-huh. Sure.”

“Back pocket.” Dustin hands his backpack over with a sigh, letting Steve pull out a spare flashlight and dump it on the ground when he was done.

You, Robin, and Nancy head into the first room you see, their flashlights sweeping over the place. Ratted curtains, dusty frames and untouched furniture told Robin this used to be a lounge, her eyes focusing on the old books scattered across the place. A family once used this space for leisure, and now they were dead.

“They just left everything.” Nancy frowns.

“I guess a triple homicide isn’t good for resale value.” Robin says and you feel your heartbeat quicken.

Four years ago, you had been investigating this place, the family, the murders, unsure of what you were going to discover. So much had been redacted and forgotten, making you think that maybe it was just another freak accident, that maybe the father did kill his family out of insanity. But part of you couldn’t believe that. You wanted to know the truth. Now that you did… you wished you had never started researching in the first place. For four years, you’ve been letting yourself be haunted by this place and its stories. You weren’t ready to know what made things go bump in the night.

“Hey, guys?” Max’s voice calls out from the hallway. She was stood in front of a grandfather clock, it’s age well past any working function. “You all see that, right?”

You all murmur in agreement and you frown, staring at the face with intensity. You had seen this before. In a record somewhere, presumably, but you couldn’t remember Victor mentioning anything about a clock. Why was this important?

“Is this what you saw? In your visions?” Nancy asks and Max nods, gulping.

“I mean, it’s… just a clock. Right?” Robin tries to calm her, gently moving past and wiping a hand across the dusty glass. “Like a normal old clock.”

“A normal old clock that wasn’t there before.” You mutter to yourself and Nancy looks at you expectedly. You only shake your head, unsure of how you could even explain anything you didn’t even know.

“Why is this wizard obsessed with clocks?” Steve shakes his head. “Maybe he’s, like, a clockmaker or something?”

“Think you cracked the case, Steve.” Dustin spits sarcastically.

“All I know is… the answers are here. Somewhere.” Nancy looks at you again, brows furrowed. “Right?”

“Nance-” You whisper, but she’s already turning away.

“Okay, everyone stay in groups of no less than two. Robin, Y/n, upstairs.” She commands and Robin salutes in agreement, stepping down from the clock and stopping by your side when she notices you haven’t moved.

Your eyes were still fixated on the clock and Robin places a hand on your arm.

“You okay?”

“Huh?” You peel your eyes away from the hands that remained frozen in time and blink at her. “Yeah. Yeah, let’s go.”

When you reach the top of the staircase, you still feel Robin’s eyes on you, making you turn back to meet her. There’s a soft frown on her face until it drops completely when she realises she’s been caught, coughing.

“What?” You say with a breathy laugh and she avoids your eyes, head down.

Shit. Fuck. Shit. Fuck. Robin feels like her entire body is flushing red just under your gaze. Why was she staring? Could she not be normal? She literally met you not even two days ago and she was already out of her mind trying to make you like her. As a friend, of course. It’s not safe to make assumptions like that in this town. Between you and Vickie, she was having the worst spring break of her life.

“Robin?” You call out to her again and she takes a deep breath, straightening up.

“Guys.” Nancy’s head pokes out of the doorway, gesturing for you both to join her. Robin exhales in relief and immediately walks away, leaving you a little dumbfounded.

“She does that.” Steve comments as he and Dustin come up the staircase behind you, a hand on his hip as he shakes his head at Robin’s retreating form. “Kind of reminds me of someone.”

“Who?” You frown and he stares at you for a moment too long, making your lips purse in annoyance.

“Bingo.” He says before Dustin eventually drags him away.

Robin’s flashlight illuminates a desk in a bedroom, the surface covered in cobwebs and dust. She tries to study the small things scattered across it; some books, perfume, a box. It kind of reminded her of Nancy’s room a little bit. The light shone onto the edge and her breath catches, brows furrowing. This part wasn’t as dusty as the rest.

“So,” Nancy comes back through the adjoining room she was investigating, smiling at Robin. “You and Y/n are…”

“What?” Robin almost drops her flashlight, muttering an excuse about Nancy making her jump. “Are, uh… are what?”

“Friends, I assume.” Nancy shakes her head like it was obvious, “You seem to be getting along.”

“Oh.” She nods, forcing herself to act casual as she inspects the shelves. “Yeah. I mean, she’s nice. I don’t really know her that well, though. And it’s only been like, what, a day? Obviously not enough time to know eachother but she’s cool, not like too cool for us kind of cool but cool like… yeah, she’s nice.”

Nancy hums, her smile growing when you walk into the room.

“What did I miss?” You ask, barely glancing at the room around you. Robin turns her head in your direction, looking at how you stood right next to the bed.

“Nothing.” Nancy sighs, looking around her one last time. “Maybe we’re approaching this the wrong way? I mean, the answers aren’t gonna be in plain sight.”

A massive crash echoes out from down the hall and Nancy’s eyes widen before she goes to investigate.

“Nice room, right?” Robin says and you blink, an unnatural head movement making you look around.

“Yeah, I guess. Could use a cleaner.” You add and she smiles, hearing Steve’s voice mutter something about a black widow. You mouth it at her in curiosity and she shrugs, following you to the noise.

“I got it.” Nancy says, picking something out of Steve’s hair as he lets out a breathy ‘thank you’.

“If there’s a spider nesting in there, you’re never gonna find it until it lays eggs and the babies spill out.” Robin says as you round the corner, making you laugh.

“What’s wrong with you?” Steve sighs in frustration and Robin chuckles. “Robin, seriously. She’s got problems.”

“Yeah.” Nancy agrees in a whisper and you roll your eyes. Some little part of you hated the way they talked about Robin.

“Did you get the spider?” You question her and she nods, “Shame. It might be the only thing that will ever be attracted by the amount of products you put into that hair.”

“Wha-” Steve turns in surprise, shaking his head. “Have you got a problem with me or something?”

“Ooh.” You blink, crossing your arms. “I don’t have the time in the day to even begin answering that.”

“Hey, you wanted to be here.” Steve frowns, both of you ignoring Nancy’s attempt at defusing the situation. “It’s not like I dragged you into this, why are you taking it out on me?”

“I have never once blamed you.” You scoff, “You’ve been nothing but shitty towards me since I got here.”

“Oh, and you’ve been a peach?” He challenges, making you narrow your eyes. “What is your problem with me?”

“Uh, guys? You’re both very pretty, how about we calm down?” Robin interjects this time, slightly taken aback by how furious you looked. Your eyes soften when you turn to her, however, losing that angry spark.

“Robin’s right, this isn’t the time.” Nancy says softly and your lips tighten.

“Right.” You slowly nod, a sad laugh leaving your lips. “We wouldn’t want emotions getting in the way.”

Robin watches as both of their faces drop, Nancy’s eyes widening while Steve started looking very uncomfortable. She knew about your dad, about how he had died like so many other people last year. But this didn’t look like guilt on their faces. It was regret.

“I think I saw another staircase, so…” You vaguely gesture behind you before taking off.

Robin hesitates for a moment before following you, rushing to your side. As soon as you hear her footsteps approach, you sigh.

“You don’t have to-”

“You need a light.” She says, flicking on her flashlight. “I also think you might need a friend.”

When you both turned the corner to the staircase you had in mind, you didn’t ascend them. Instead, you plop yourself down on one of the lower steps and put your head in your hands, feeling Robin’s comfort settle beside you.

For once in her life, Robin doesn’t speak first. She doesn’t try to fill the awkward silence with her forced ramble of words because she doesn’t feel like she has to. So, when you lift your head and take a deep breath, she knows she’s finally made the right choice.

“Last year…” You begin, turning your head towards her but never meeting her eyes. “I had to make a lot of decisions. A lot of them were easy, but… I swore to myself that I wouldn’t let anyone I love get hurt.”

“Your dad?” Robin asks quietly and you let out a breathy laugh, looking at her.

“I didn’t really have a good relationship with him.” You admit and she nods along, looking back at you like she knew exactly what you meant. “He worked at the Post. Um… I had been working there for a while after I graduated. I managed to get Nancy and Jonathan jobs there, too. He was one of the… he got flayed.”

“Shit.” Robin sighs and you nod. Nancy had only told her he died last year. She had no idea it was because of that thing.

“When he showed up at the hospital, I got… scared. All I wanted to do was run away.” Your face scrunches and she can tell you’re holding something back from her. “Um, Nancy and Jonathan convinced me to stay, told me they needed me there. And I ended up getting hurt. It’s not… I don’t blame them. It was my decision. They just… it’s hard to explain.”

“So you went to college.” Robin nods along and you smile at her. “I would’ve done the same. If I was even out of high school yet. God, I completely forgot about that part.”

“Spring break, right?” You smirk at her and she laughs, clapping her hands.

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure everyone else is in, like, Spain or something. But what could ever compare to hunting down an evil wizard from an alternate dimension?”

“Honestly, they’re missing out.” You joke and, for a moment, you completely forgot about why you were sat here with her in the first place. But then that anger creeps in again, caged emotions you’ve been tucking away into the back of your mind threatening to break free. “I think… I think it was a bad idea for me to come.”

“What?” Robin’s head whips up, eyebrows scrunching together beneath her bangs. “No, we- we need you here.”

“Do you?” You ask, scrunching your face again. “Everything you guys know right now, that’s all I have to offer you. I wanna be here for Max, I really do, but I don’t think it’s a good idea for me to be here when I obviously can’t-”

You gesture to the direction of where you had left Steve and Nancy, sighing. Robin was quiet and you started to think that maybe she was agreeing with you. You were only causing arguments and living in your feelings from the past, dishing out the blame like it wasn’t your choice to stay at that hospital.

“I think you know more than you’re telling us.”

Your wide eyes find Robin’s, her own still remained soft and inquisitive, studying your reaction.

“I don’t-”

“You knew where this staircase was.” She stops you, looking behind her at where it trailed up, “Except, you couldn’t have just noticed this here. We couldn’t see it from the main staircase, and Nancy never led us over in this direction.”

You hear Lucas’ voice call for everyone and you stand up, clearing your throat. “We should-”

“I kept seeing cleaner spaces everywhere.” Robin stands and holds out her arm to block you from leaving. “The bedroom, I- I saw a spot that wasn’t as dusty as the others, like someone more recent than the Creels had been in there. And when you walked in, you didn’t even try and look around, like you had seen it all before.”

Your breath hitches in your throat and Robin’s eyes widen.

“Because you have been here before.” She frowns at you, and she’s never seen you look so small. “Y/n. Have you been here before?”

“Guys?” Steve’s voice calls out from below as you struggle to answer her. His feet come bounding up the steps, peering around the corner to find you both staring at one another. “Hey, hope I’m not interrupting or whatever, but we’ve got company.”

When Robin doesn’t answer, he raises his hands in surrender and backs away. “Whatever, just be ready.”

“He’s here.” You whisper out when Steve was out of earshot, your begging eyes set on Robin. “Robin, we can’t be here, it’s not safe.”

She starts to shake her head, feeling like her heartbeat was thrumming in her ears. “What-”

The flashlight in her hand starts flickering wildly, a rush of footsteps echoing out from the hallway. Nancy mentions something about following Vecna, the lights leading them up the staircase and straight past you both, assuming you’d be following.

“What’s up there?” She asks, her voice almost inaudible.

“The attic.” You say, shaking your head as if you were surprised you even knew it. “Robin, I don’t-”

“Have you been lying to us?” She questions, chest heaving. “Did you know what was going on this whole time?”

“No!” You grab onto her jacket when she moves towards the stairs. “No, Robin, please, you have to believe me. I had no idea who Vecna was, I didn’t know any of this was going to happen! I- I don’t-”

“You don’t, what?” She challenges, staring at you like she was afraid. “How do you know what’s up there, how did you know about the bedroom-”

“Because I dreamt about it!” You finally blurt, a tear slipping down your cheek. She looks startled, frozen in place, and you take the chance to finally explain yourself. “Four years ago, I had a really vivid dream about a house, about murders. I- I thought it was just another nightmare, but something didn’t feel right about it so I researched and that’s when I found out about the Creel massacre. That’s why I started researching it in the first place. I wanted to know why I was seeing it. When I couldn’t find any photos of the place, I broke in here. I told myself it was just for research, but I… I started looking everywhere, and I couldn’t find it- I couldn’t…”

“Find what?” She almost slips on a step as she moves back towards you, a fearful look in her eye.

“The clock.” You say, wiping your tear. “I remember seeing a clock in my dream, and it wasn’t here. Not before, not when I looked. But then Max found it, and I- I don’t know what’s happening, I can’t- I can’t explain any of it but I just have this really bad feeling that we shouldn’t be here, we shouldn’t-”

The light in Robin’s hand starts beaming brighter, making her drop it out of shock. It rolled across the ground, hitting the bottom step of the staircase and then, without warning, it shattered completely.

You both jump, Robin’s hand grabbing your arm as she looks away. You can both hear the murmurs from the attic, telling you this was happening to everyone. And, for some reason, you felt numb. Completely numb.

When Robin finally shakes away her fear, she lifts her head, closer to you now than before. There was a trickle stain of a tear running down your cheek, your bottom lip red from where you would gnaw on it constantly when you were stressed. There was so much about you she didn’t know, so much you probably would never tell anyone else.

“I promise.” You start, bringing your eyes to meet hers. “I will tell you everything. But you can’t tell anyone else. Please.”

Fuck, Robin thought, staring back into your eyes. How could she say no to you?

taglist: @kryztalglear / @dejerw / @officerrrfriendly / @a-simpfortessa-lesbriean / @spacedoutdaydreamer / @endurexxsurvive / @em16cor / @gray-cheese / @chaosofmanyfandoms / @kitdjarin1

[potatertotter]

Hey, girly, *giggles menacingly* want someone to draw??? HEHEHEHEHE, DRAW ME SERPHELLIUS!!!

Because you said you would draw him MONTHS ago???????

Okay, hold up, I never actually said that; you just kept asking me to, and I said no, but now that I’m asking for requests, it would be unfair not to. Anyway, silly little story, my good friend @chunkyform3 has asked me a couple times before to draw human versions of her dragon ocs but gives me ZERO instruction, and then she’s unhappy with the results. Idk how to turn a dragon into a human, okay bro?😭 anyway, here’s the first time I tried to do that to Serphellius

So, as we can see, the outfit is ahh, and I knew it then, and I know it now. TO BE FAIR, she didn’t tell me what kind of fit to give him. Anyway, since she low-key hated it, she humanized him herself and made me draw her version, which is absolutely glorious. Here he is.

I hadn’t drawn a full-body in a WHILE, so I had to erase a LOT (as I’m sure you can tell). Also, I can’t draw wings so that part is dumpster fire *COUGH COUGH* don’t look at them *COUGH COUGH*. His sleeves suck, too because they’re too short, and I forgot to add wrinkles to indicate that they’re not short, just bunched up. Also, I’m deeply sorry, but it is extraordinarily difficult for me to draw a man without making him absolutely stacked, but at least I didn’t give him a six pack. Just a very, very toned stomach (which I’m now noticing is low-key kinda crooked). Anyway, hope you like it, chunky! :D

P.S. sorry for all the rambling and PLEASE MAKE MORE REQUESTS THIS IS THE ONLY ONE I’VE GOTTEN

[badlydrawnmanic]

baldur’s gate 3 has once again taken over my life and i low key wanna draw the playable characters as mobians because i have crossover / furry brain disease + edits

to no one’s surprise astarion is a bat because, well. vampires, and his secret isn’t exactly hard to figure out before the reveal cutscene. he himself may not be associated with bats but you get it

gale is kinda tough for me to pin down because he’s both plain but not at all at the same time. his personality doesn’t fit cat despite his light association with them through tara, but hedgehog is seemingly considered a default even to the sonic series itself much like human is in dnd, so that might work. his hair is also kinda makes me think of a lion and that has a bit more character to it

karlach is undoubtedly my favorite. outside of fire one of her bigger unique design bits is her broken horn which i’d wanna keep fairly the same. sheep would fit the curled shape but she doesn’t really have a soft vibe that comes along with sheep. maybe some sort of cow-like animal. big and powerful. friend suggested she be a boar instead of minsc which i could roll with. confused for a hellsboar by wyll

lae’zel is supposed to be markedly different from the other characters, so i’m thinking either some kind of reptile / amphibian or something entirely alien in that it’s a beast from the dnd universe. while they aren’t associated with the githyanki there’s gremishka in the creche and that might be just interesting enough to work. big ears. friend also suggested a skink specifically and people seem to think she's very frog even if i don't see it lol

shadowheart is also relatively normal. was thinking wolf for a time but honestly she had cat vibes + that would sort of play into her and lae’zel being kinda similar despite being from fundamentally different places / backgrounds. friend suggested a squirrel? will consider

wyll feels like he’d be some kind of dog given the general good boy-ness of him, loyalty, etc, plus it kinda plays into how mizora talks about him. naturally his “you didn’t kill karlach” form would be a hellhound. friend mentioned fox but i think dog is more fitting

halsin is a bear and there is nothing difficult about this whatsoever

i haven’t done an evil run yet where i recruit minthara but i know she’s a lolth sworn drow and they’re associated with spiders and that would be kinda cool. friend suggested wolf for her also

minsc would probably also be a dog. even though repeats are a bit lame, he was a protagonist in another group of characters from another baldur’s gate so it’s fine. one of those stupidly huge breeds that look more like lions than dogs. if not a dog than maybe a boar. friend suggested a ferret but i think he needs beef to him. wolverine maybe?

jaheira also being from the other baldur’s gate game could probably be a repeat too. slightly cranky old cat but she loves you in her own way. would also contrast with minsc. if not a cat then i could see her as a deer i think. i somehow forgot that the game's ai defaults her wildshape to a panther when you're battling alongside her in moonrise towers so panther it is

[melanieph321]

Rasmus Højlund x Joshua Zirkzee - Good Game

I forgot where I got this gif from. 😭 You made me ship these to. 👨🏽‍❤️‍👨🏼

Summary - Rasmus compliments Joshua after a good game.

"Yo, new booty!"

A trail of laughter followed Rasmus outburst. Players scattered across the parking lot, ready to go home for the day. Joshua did the same, keeping his head down while rushing towards his car.

"Oh, come on new booty. I know you can hear me!"

Rasmus was teasing him, but Joshua did his best to ignore his teammates, especially those who took pleasure in making life difficult for new players like him. Joshua had managed to stay out of everyone's way, avoiding to draw too much attention to himself. But for some reason, he hadn't managed to slip by the prephery of Rasmus Højlund, the Scandinavian with a dry sense of humor and a pubescent amount of pimples on his face.

"Hey, can't you hear me talking to you?" Suddenly, Joshua was brought back with the weight of a hand placed on his shoulder, Rasmus hand. "Are you death, or are you just one of those people who can't take another man's compliment?"

"What?" Joshus frowned. Rasmus had crossed the emptying parking lot, appearing before him in confrontation.

"I said, good game new booty, and you just kept walking. If you keep playing like that, coach might be the one to bench me in the next game."

"Yeah, right." Joshua scoffed and tried to shrugg Rasmus hand off his shoulder. Tried, being the right word for it.

Rasmus refused to let him go, his blue eyes bright in the night as he surveyed Joshua's weak attempt to flee. "You in a hurry new booty?"

"No, and my name is not New Booty, it's Joshua"

Rasmus smiled, a grin carving his slender lips. "Right, how about I call you Z, then?"

Joshua stopped jerking his body regarding Rasmus with furrowed brows. "Z, really Højlund? How unoriginal, even for you."

"No? What should I call you then if not New booty? It's practically my job to hand out nicknames around here, so you better make it a good one, Z."

Smoke evaporated from Rasmus mouth when he spoke. Joshua regarded the rising clouds as they scattered over their heads. His eyes then landed on Rasmus' who was already starring back at him, anticipating an answer to his question.

"How about Zeeya?"

"Zeeya?"

"Yeah, as in see ya' later."

Joshua moved fast, turning his back on Rasmus in order to unlock his car. However, as he fumbled for the car keys, Joshua realized that his hands were trembling and not due to the chilly evening.

"For fuck sake."

He made several attempts to press the button on his car key. Unfortunately, his attempts were all in vain. Rasmus was still standing behind him, watching him. Joshua could hear his breathing, soft and warm, appearing closer to his ear.

"You okay there Zeeya?"

Joshua stiffened with the tremble that ran down the length of his spine. Rasmus took it upon himself to reach for Joshua's hand, the one that held the car keys, their fingers clasping as he did.

"Do you need me to do it for you, Zeeya?" Rasmus voice was low in Joshua's ear, his wet lips teasing his lobe. "Just give me the word and I'll do it."

"Do what?" Josha stunned himself, hearing the urgency of which he said this.

"I dunno? You tell me, I'm up for anything."

The Old Trafford parking lot was empty, no other players cars in sight. It was just Joshua and Rasmus, one with his chest pressed against the other's back, their clasped hands currently undergoing a game of domination.

"I don't...." Joshua words faltered, not having enough courage to utter his true wanting. Behind him, Rasmus chuckled, his laughter vibrating against Joshua's back. "God, new booty. You really can't take a compliment, can you? Look how it's left you trembling, unable to speak."

"I'm not...don't call me that."

"Call you what?" Rasmus said, his voice commanding.

"New Booty. I told you that I didn't like it."

"Yes, you did tell me that."

There was a pause. A moment that allowed the night silence to take over. Then Rasmus whispered, "Tell me, what name I should call you by?"

Joshua groand in frustration. "I don't know."

"Know? That's an odd nickname, but I guess I can—"

"Oh, would you stop it." Joshua dropped his keys and turned around, stunning Rasmus as he did. His ocean eyes widened even more as Joshua went to place his hands on each side of Rasmus face, cupping his cheeks, pulling his head forward. Their lips met in a painful latch, Rasmus teeth accidentally biting down on Joshua's.

"Shit, sorry, Z."

"Just shut up and kiss me."

The kiss appeared innocent at first, but with Joshua taking the lead, it turned into something more, something... filthy.

"God, I love how you smell." Rasmus sighed.

"Same to you."

Joshua had never wanted to kiss another man before. At least not a man like Rasmus Højlund who, if anything, was more boy than man. However, there was something about him that egged Joshua on. That made him want to play football like he did tonight. Something about Rasmus made Joshua want to impress him. Something in the way Rasmus kept his eyes on Joshua during training, analyzing his every move, his technique, as if impressed by it, made Joshua want to be better. To play better. For Rasmus.

"Fuck." Rasmus sighed, ending the kiss by jerking his head back.

"Is something wrong?" Joshua asked, drunkenly shifting his eyes from Rasmus blue eyes and back to his lips. His lips now plump with kisses.

"No, no. Nothing is wrong." Rasmus wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his hand that then settled on Joshua hip. "It's just...."

"Yes?"

Rasmus fingers tugged at the hemn of Joshua's sweats. His head bowed down towards their feet. "It's just..."

"What's wrong R, can't take a compliment?"

Rasmus lifted his head, seeing Joshua's smile, returning it. "Nah, it's just...if we continue like this, you'll have to finish me off in your car. But then I'll have some explaining to do to my girlfriend."

"Your... girlfriend?" Joshua, whose arms had unconsciously wrapped around Rasmus neck, made himself take a step back from the Scandinavian. "So....you're not..."

"Into you?" Rasmus finished the sentence, tilting his head. "You, yes." He replied. "But other men, I don't know?"

"Oh, okay."

"But maybe if we can keep things a secret..."

"Sorry." Joshua muttered and bent down to retrieve his car keys. "I'm not really big on secrets. "Thanks for the compliment, though."

"Compliment?" Rasmus watched him as Joshua went to open his car door, throwing his gym bag in the passenger seat before leaning back against the hood, regarding Rasmus with folded arms. "Yes, compliment. For the good game, remember?"

"Right, right." Rasmus nodded. "The game..."

"And for saying that you're into me."

"I—"

Joshua stepped into his car, shutting the door as Rasmus stood by, dumbfounded, but grinning from ear to ear.

[my-gender-is-void]

Hello chronic conditions side of Tumblr.

I've been experiencing many symptoms for a very long while (technically all my life but obviously I didn't start paying attention until I was like 12-13) and I don't want to self diagnose but I do know it might be a key part of getting a formal diagnosis, I'm going to list the main symptoms and tell you what I through my research and various legit symptom checkers have concluded I might have.

I am hyper mobile, the orthopaedic told me that when I was like 5 but I never got a formal diagnosis because my parents didn't think it was relevant, however to this day my hip does something weird sometimes when I walk and then hurts afterwards and I have to overstretch it so it stops hurting as much, all of my articulations pop, I've had chronic low back pain since I was like 9 and back pain in general since I was 11, my injuries have a thought time scarring and they scar badly, my hands and feet are generally cold and peripheral blood circulation is kind of a mess, my skin is sensitive and reactive and I get cuts on the less damaging things ever, I have a propensity for bruising and they take a long time to reabsorbe, my pinky and ring finger get numb and tingly when I hold certain stuff (carpal tunnel is on the other 3 fingers I checked), my legs go numb often, sometimes my muscles just feel weak and I'm scared to pick up stuff in case they stop responding. I have a propensity for all kinds of headaches, my gums are also sensitive, I tend to be constipated no matter how much fiber I eat (and yes even if I eat lactose being lactose intolerant I'm still constipated, I just bloat), I have a heat intolerance (I even get rashes if it's too hot out).

I forgot but my ribs feel like they shift when I lay on my side and a couple of times I've had people horrified at something a joint of mine could do (generally my shoulder) and I quite frankly think I almost popped my shoulder out in one of those.

I'm also hypotensive and have a propensity to tachycardia and dizzy spells (or that thing where your vision gets black around the edges) when I stand up and when I do exercise (it doesn't happen when I walk, no matter how fast I do it) and when I exercise I have to stop even if my body doesn't feel tired because I feel like my heart rate is too high but I get cold sweat and shaky hands like it happens when I'm going to pass out. Which I might add I get those symptoms even just sitting sometimes and I have to lay down on the floor or sit with my head between my knees.

I live in a constant state of fatigue no matter how happy I feel, how well I eat or how much I sleep, which I also struggle with sleeping. And the brain fog makes it hard to concentrate.

That fatigue includes my body feeling heavy for no reason at all and being like a zombie all day struggling to even do stuff I want or hang out with friends most days.

The research I first did was regarding the whole hypotension, tachycardia, sport/rest/standing up dizziness fainting thing and honestly every conclusion lead me to POTS as the most likely condition.

That sent me into a rabbit hole of trying to find where the other symptoms where coming from, my search on hypermobility lead me to EDS, particularly H-EDS and honestly I must say a lot of things would make sense but I don't want to self diagnose so what do you guys who suffer any of this conditions have to say? Should I see a professional and just ramble all if my symptoms and see if that gets me somewhere?, or do I have enough of a valid basis to go to a doctor and tell them I suspect I might be suffering from POTS and maybe H-EDS?

Keep in mind I'm from Spain and I can tell you most if not all of the primary care doctors I've gone to have shrugged off all of my symptoms once they checked my heart worked properly in general, they don't even care that I have passed out from low blood pressure during blood draws and have even had convulsions twice after fainting, that and my sensitivity to anesthetics, fuckers just said "you're probably just tired because you're a high school/college/master's degree student", I've gone a fair amount of times since I was 16 and they never check it's always a "maybe it's your period", "maybe you're anemic" (I'm not, my reserves are a bit low but not enough to be considered a deficiency to treat), my blood tests come back well so they couldn't care less, my body weight sits in it's normal range (thankfully, because otherwise I know a good chunk of them would just point to my weight and my period).

Thing is, because I keep overworking myself due to my family situation and I was gifted and I guess that kind of transferred a bit to college, I've finished a degree and I'm on my way to my 3rd master's degree this academic year, and honestly I probably don't complain about the level of pain and tiredness I'm in enough because a) my mother would try to instantly blame it on weight or Physical activity or even just food itself (she's one of those everything you eat is bad, white carbs are the devil incarnate types of person) and I already had an ed for years due to her

b)when I complain about the fatigue my mother tries to one up me and everyone else just advices me to do more sports, spend time with family (no thanks), blame my sleep pattern even though the fatigue is purely physical, tell me I'm over exaggerating or over complaining and that I used to handle pain better as a child (she yelled at me when I complained and told me I couldn't be that tired because I was too young)

I'm going to tell you some more things about me as a child I just now remember my mother complained about: every school day I came complaining that the soles of my feet hurt and my palms too (particularly the right one since I'm right handed) and they'd turn out to be distended. My skin was even more reactive, I was so tired and borderline translucent even when they made me spend all summers at the beach that they took me to the cardiologist several times to check if I had a heart condition and It was working just fine, I experienced headaches almost daily, my immune system was an absolute disgrace, I refused to grip the pencil (scissors and other tools) right because it hurt my fingers, I was always coming home with bruises and injuries that were too extreme for what they would've been for my brother and to reiterate I started complaining about back ache at around 9 years old and of fatigue at 11, and even then me being seemingly constantly tired granted me a couple visits to a doctor to check for leukemia or heart conditions.

I need opinions and people to tell me if there are other conditions I should be researching or if I should just go ahead with the ones I have.

[blackjackkent]

OK, resuming Rakha's circus adventures!

So far the circus has been a very mixed bag of an experience for her. She had one of the nicest experiences in recent memory in interacting with one of the show's bards, and made a bit of a new friend in Popper, but she also had a deeply intimate and vulnerable moment with Wyll get interrupted by Orin, who it turns out is a shapeshifter and could be watching them out of the eyes of literally anyone around them.

So her mood is, to put it mildly, unstable at present. Nevertheless - she has gotten deeply fixated on the idea of letting Wyll get to see his favorite clown Dribbles, and she is NOT LETTING ANYTHING MESS THAT UP.

Wyll, who is also very unsettled by the experience with Orin in the guise of the dryad, would frankly be all right with moving on without the clown show at this point. But he is quietly touched by how invested Rakha is in giving him this experience.

On the way to the pavilion where the clown is performing, they stop to look at the animals kept in cages waiting for their part in the show.

Rakha has generally good associations with animals after her time with Scratch and Buddy has proved to be generally therapeutic, so she looks with great interest at the displacer beast inside the larger cage.

(A/N: I forgot we still had the speak with animals potion up from talking to the Strange Ox. Normally I'm holding off on speaking with animals to save it as new content for my stream playthrough, but it's mildly interesting here for Rakha so we'll stick with it.)

The creature resembles, to a degree, Jaheira's black panther form - but it most certainly is not. The undulating tentacles on its back make a significant difference, as does the very different air of magic that surrounds it. There is something strained and stretched about the Weave along its skin, a drawn bowstring ready to fire. It is capable, Rakha realizes, of teleportation, although something about the cage holds it in place, preventing the magic from snapping free.

It meets her eyes and draws its lips back, revealing long razor-sharp fangs not unlike Rakha's own tusks. "Another..." it whispers. "Good..."

Rakha blinks curiously. "Why good?" she asks.

"My time comes," hisses the animal. Its voice is female, contralto, a low growl full of barely-restrained rage. "I will show you. All of you."

Rakha's eyebrows furrow tightly together as her eyes narrow. [PERSUASION] "Show me what?"(*) she demands.

The cat's nostrils flare angrily. "Look," it snaps. "See. The crowd - they laugh. They shine with innocence. But it is a lie. Everyone of you is vicious! Cruel! You kill my mate. Steal my cubs! I roar. Break my cage. And then you die. You all die!"

Rakha's skin prickles. The beast in her head squirms eagerly at these words. Yes. Kill them all. Let the blood of them run red through this place, hear the screams as their joy turns to ash...

When the beast is excited, it is usually a sign of something that is very wrong. And yet she can understand this creature's rage, if what it says is true. Its mate, its cubs... Rakha has enacted revenge for less...

Should she let it free? Perhaps this would be a killing with purpose, in spite of the way her own darkness rises to think of it...

No. Perhaps there are those who should be punished for what has been done to the cat... but these around her are innocents. No purpose in their death, just cruelty and blood. Wyll would say it was wrong.

[INVESTIGATION] Examine the cage.

Narrator: While the cage is sturdy, the lock is old. It could be jammed shut, so not even a key could open it.

Break the lock, ensuring the cage can't be opened.

With a short, sharp motion, she stabs a lockpick from her pack into the lock, feels the crunching click of its internal workings breaking.

At once, the displacer beast rears up and roars with renewed fury. "NOOOO!" it screams. "COWARD!"

Inside Rakha's head, the beast echoes with its own screams, its bloodlust frustrated, denied. She turns away, her fists clenched at her sides, trembling with the effort the moment took, unknown to any around her.

-----

If she hopes for something more calming at the other cage, she's disappointed.

"THE HUNGER. My stomach SCREAMS! Press your FLESH through BARS! A hand. A HEAD! BLOOD. MEAT!"

She has never seen a creature quite like this before. It has no fur like Scratch or feathers like Buddy, but leathery, knobbled skin. Its eyes, pale violet, are strained in its skull, bugging out with agitation.

And its words of hunger sound like the internal monologue of her own darkness, brought out into the world. For a moment, a stab of pain goes through her head and she staggers.

Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood...

"It is starving," Jaheira mutters behind her. "The gums pale. The flesh tight upon the bones. This circus treats it with cruelty."

The calm appraisal breaks through Rakha's agitation just slightly; her head clears enough to think. Starving. Yes. She has meat in her pack. The creature need not be fed in blood.

She fumbles for a scrap of jerky in the pack at her hip, rips it free. "Here," she mutters unsteadily. "I have... something else you can eat..."

As the meat hits the floor of the cage, the lizard falls upon it with eager desperation. Ripping, tearing, consuming... calming. The strained muscles ease and the fury settles out of its eyes. And Rakha feels herself calm in answer, relaxing, relieved to see the change.

Minthara snorts. "Perhaps this is the secret to your bad days as well?" she suggests. "A cage and a fistful of meat."

Rakha grunts noncommittally. There seems little point in arguing that she is no animal like these creatures. When the beast takes over, there is very little distinction, and Minthara knows this perfectly well. "Perhaps," she says with a shrug.

-----

(*) Shortened the line here to fit Rakha's speech better. "Show me what? Come on - your secret is safe with me."

[justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms]

Yippie! A wild Tokyo Debunker matchup writer! Anyway, hi. 🍊here. If it's not too much trouble, I'd like a romantic matchup pls. And maybe who'd be besties with me for ✨flavour✨

My MBTI + Enneagram: ENFP 9w1

My star sign is Gemini

Appearance: I am South Asian with straight black hair and tan skin. I usually tie into a low braid because I think it looks cute, and I don't like the feeling of hair on the back of my neck. I am 160 cm tall and pretty scrawny

Personality: I like to say I'm a pretty cheerful and upbeat person. I try my best to smile through tough situations, though it can be hard sometimes. I also like to say I'm a family person, and I will do anything to protect them, and my friends. I am perfectionistic, but sadly I am a bit scatterbrained, much to the dismay of my parents and older sister. Hell, I almost burned the eggs I was making for the first time. I have been working on my organizational skills though, and I’m happy to say that I’ve come a pretty long way. I can be quite petty too. If someone wrongs me, I tell them either bad puns or horrifying facts for a period of time as revenge. I'm also good at math, so my friends come to me for help with that. Also, in almost every friend group I'm in, I somehow become a therapist friend. Lemme tell you, THAT really takes a toll on me. I also have a soft spot for unabridged fairytales (they high-key have me in a chokehold).

Some more lil' factoids about me: I wear my hair in a low braid because I don't like the feeling of hair on the back of my neck. My friends and family often told me my hands get pretty animated when I talk. I can also handle spicy food pretty well, which surprises a lot of my friends. I like to learn about my friends' interests so I can connect better with them. Also, I kin Paulina from the Thea Sisters.

Likes: Anime, drawing comics, video games, unabridged fairytales, sweets (my favourite dessert is caramel pudding) and spending time with my older sister and friends

Dislikes: Cruelty, confrontation (I will kick butt if I need to, literally or figuratively), anyone who dares to threaten my friends or family, arrogance when it gets out of hand, black tea or coffee (I cannot drink it unless it is sweetened or if I have it with a LOT of milk), but I do enjoy dark chocolate once in a blue moon.

Hi 🍊Anon! Thank you for your request! Sorry it took so long. I hope you like your matchups!

In Tokyo Debunker, I match you with...

You and Haru are both very family oriented and I think this is what would initially draw you to each other. You get how important family is to each other and want to be part of each other's families.

I think he would like being around you since you’re so upbeat. He’s pretty cheerful but if surrounded by people who aren’t (like Ren). You’re a nice change of pace.

Please read your favourite unabridged fairy tales to him and Peekabook! He might have to cover the creature’s ears once in a while since those old stories can be a bit graphic at times but they both really love it.

Haru definitely understands your dislike of people who threaten your family and friends. He knows how protective he gets over Peekaboo whenever Taiga comes around. At least now you can fend him off together.

He loves spending time with his family and friends as well and since you definitely fall into that category for him, you’re included in that quality time.

In Tokyo Debunker, I platonically match you with...

I think you and Sho would get along great as friends. Sure, he might tease you for talking with your hands but you can return the favour since I see him as someone who’s quite expressive when talking about something he’s passionate about as well.

He’s also going to tease you for being so scatterbrained but will help you out if you forget things. Just don’t expect him to ever say anything about it or take credit for you having everything you need when you know you forgot something in your room.

I can see you two playing video games together a lot. He doesn’t usually play them himself but is happy to be player two if you need one.

Since you don’t like confrontation, if you ever have a problem with someone, he’s more than willing to stand up and defend you. That’s his best friend they’re talking about! He’s not about to let any nasty comments slide.

Oh, he really can’t get away from spicy food enjoyers can he. As long as you don’t add hot sauce on everything though, he’s fine with it.

[shih-coulda-had-it]

6 kink nanahiko!

6. car sex || wc: ~700 || continuation of this ficlet! (so, a fuller entry into the nana lives!AU... hm)

//

“What happened to not having sex inside the car?” Sorahiko demands, as Nana takes advantage of Float to leave the driver’s seat and hover over him in the passenger’s, pinning him with one hand while reaching down to crank the lever with the other. He lets out a startled huff when the chair--previously lowered--forces him to sit upright.

Nana hadn’t had many opinions about the construction of the supercar, but she was very insistent about two things: a roomy footwell for long legs, and the capability to polarize the windows.

“You looked like you were having a good time,” she says breezily. There is a click as Sorahiko releases the seatbelt lock, and Nana withdraws her hand before it snags on the retracting line. She shrugs off her jacket and slings it to the backseat.

“Your eyes weren’t on the road?”

“I’m a great multitasker.” For example, first Nana unzips the upper half of her top, and then while Sorahiko struggles to piece together a good response, she seizes the waistband of his underwear and yanks it down to join his jeans where they’ve been left at mid-thigh. 

“You are a romantic,” Sorahiko says, unfairly, because he draws her in for a kiss, cupping her face with both hands. It is soft for the occasion, sweet and chaste despite Nana’s intentions to make the supercar a site of raunchy memories. Nana feels herself melt into it and valiantly keeps to her plan.

She’s Floating and the windows are polarized. Nana grasps Sorahiko’s thin wrists, breaks the kiss but keeps her mouth near his ears, and as she guides his hands to her own jeans, she whispers, “Help me take ‘em off.”

He acknowledges the order with a groaned, “Yes,” and deftly unbuckles the belt, undoes the button and the zipper. Her jeans and underwear are dragged down. They make it past her knees, but Nana’s forgotten to unlace her boots. Shit. 

Ah, it’s fine. The position Nana has in mind works without her being able to kick Sorahiko’s ass.

“You Floatin’ for this?” he asks.

“One second.” Nana spins around. She tucks her legs in and point her boots to the footwell, braces her hands at the ceiling and the safety handle, fits herself against Sorahiko. His erection is very present against her rear; Sorahiko clutches everything but Nana and hisses a curse. “Should I re-tie my hair?”

“It’s in my mouth,” he reports miserably. “I’ll do it.”

And he does. From the half up-do, Sorahiko tugs the band free and collects her long hair into one unbroken stream. He sweeps it up into a low ponytail, then kisses the sensitive space behind her ear to signal a job well done. She shivers. She drops Float and sits heavily in his lap, eliciting a louder, clearer, “Holy fuck--”

“This is cozy,” she says, smug. Nana snatches one white-knuckled hand and flattens it against her abdomen. She slides it down, down, until Sorahiko’s touching the core of her blind. 

“You forgot the condom,” Sorahiko rasps. “You’re gonna ride me and put me away wet?”

“Hey, we’ve got several hours before Toshinori’s plane lands. We can ventilate the car and get a quick shower before parking in Narita.”

He grinds the heel of his palm against her clit, tests her readiness to take him without fingering. They haven’t had time or space to have full penetrative sex for a bit, but Nana’s dreamed about fucking Sorahiko in this car since the Commission’s techs entrusted her with the key. She whines out loud when he sinks two inside, straightaway, and his other hand gropes at her chest, holding Nana closer.

“Yeah,” she breathes, bearing down on the fingers, breasts heaving against the restraint. “Yeah, Sorahiko, that’s exactly it. Come on. Give it to me.”

“How are you this wet,” he says. He sounds dazed with the wanting. “You weren’t even the one touching yourself for the past fifteen minutes.” (Yeah, so she probably broke a speeding law getting to this secluded parking point, but they’re off the expressway. When Sorahiko tells her to hurry the fuck up, Nana puts her foot on the gas pedal. Sue her.)

“Multitasking,” Nana answers, and she laughs when he grumbles.

[damnfandomproblems]

https://www.tumblr.com/damnfandomproblems/754768130433302528/5168-that-one-anon-get-the-fuck-out-of-fandom?source=share

Just who are you talking to lol?

"""That One Anon: Get the fuck out of fandom then if you are That against "theft". Your blorbos aren't yours, then, they belong to the original creators. Go pick up a pen and write your own characters, thief. Never make a creative aspect without citing every single possible subconscious influence you took for it. That head tilt you drew? The concept of a sad backstory? Proper credit only, you thief."""

You sound like anne rice.

The difference anon is not about the characters. No one is claiming they own characters from certain shows, or claiming that they are their own original designs.

Its about how AI datasets are trained on the art of other artists without their consent.

People love fan art. Most if not all smaller artist will love you if you decide to draw or write fan pieces about their characters. Games and shows would not be as popular as they are without fandoms. Many encourage the making of fanart and fanfic. I know genshin impact for example expressly allows the selling of fan made merch and even hosts hoyofair for fans to show off their fanart and such. Its not theft to draw a character but its theft to claim it as your own.

Its theft to generate images made from stolen artwork and claim it as your own original "art".

You also don't understand the concept of copyright laws.

"""Oh, what's that? You don't count?""

I do count actually. If i made a game and stole the characters from a bunch of other games and tried making money off it while claiming them as my own i would actually be in trouble.

Transformative works like fan art and fanfic dont count usually because these days by default as long as you dont try and claim it (the characters and canon stuff) as your own, you are more than allowed, encouraged even, to create and sell those things. Unless its disney. Because disney sucks.

Im probably not the best person to explain these nuances to you

Please actually educate yourself about transformative works.

"""I read books daily. I write and draw from pure imagination, and study artists on youtube to get better at drawing."""

Good for you? So do i lol?

"""I also think AI is a tool that can be used for good or ill, and it's how people use it that matters. Much like how a keyboard doesn't stop a human from sending anon hate."""

I tried responding to this but it got so long and convoluted that im just going to hope someone else has the patience to answer something as ignorant as this.

"""I'd commission artists if I could! I've done so in the past. But guess what, I don't feel safe asking for commissions now on the off chance a artist realizes I think AI is a tool like any other and harasses me when I never would have brought it up. Despite the fact many artists both fandom and original have tons of influences both credited and not. I've seen human artists and writers get accused of AI for STYLISTIC CHOICES that anyone with half a thought should be able to tell was artist intent and inline with previous works."""

1. That's a personal problem dude. Maybe you should reflect on why artists might not like you for using something that actively steals their work. Also this low-key screams entitlement.

2. What does the rest of that have to do with anything. I think you forgot to connect why any of that was important.

"""I can count on one hand the amount of collage art/blackout poetry/drawn over photographs I've seen in public museums that were properly credited beyond the editor. I can't count the amount of media I've seen that nudges at other pre-existing works that was either hyped up for it or was said to justify that aspect."""

I believe you should actually do some research on those things before bringing up your surface level observations in your argument.

"""Ko-fi tipping, Patron subscriptions, sales of generically labled charms and prints and fanart to get around what's Actually being sold. Art style memes, art referenced from canonical works as intentional homage uncredited. Uncredited style inspiration. The entire existence of unsourced, constantly remixed memes.

You gonna claim that's all fine, but anons should expect to be accused of being "techbros" and linked to foreign words meaning "masturbating and crying" for just asking what an artstyle from a artist is called? That it's actually FINE to drive off people wanting to be creative no matter the medium because that particular one 'isn't art' and so no one can want to be a artist and use it?"""

See that all falls apart if you would all just realize stuffing stolen art into a machine, putting in a prompt to get a random result, is not creativity. There is nothing creative about that.

Best analogy i can come up with rn is thats almost like me searching for "powdered donuts" in the walmart online store and just picking whatever one i think looks best and then claiming i made the donuts. Instead of going to a bakery and custom ordering exactly what i want or making it myself.

The biggest difference between AI and other artforms is that what AI produces and generates is not creative. Theres no actual thought or consideration going into most of the work.

The machine itself is amazing. The programming needed to make such a thing function properly is actually impressive. But what it produces is not creative. And if you knew anything about how these machines and programs worked you would be able to understand that.

"""I swear I've gone back to the 2010s and 'is digital art REAL art though? the computer draws the line for you? You aren't a REAL artist, you just use photoshop to edit things.'

"That's still done by a human person though-"

Hypocrite. Get the fuck out of fandom."""

Again. If you actually understood how "AI" works you would understand the difference.

Its not hypocritical and this is a false equivalence. You are ignoring the process which differentiates these things in favor of focusing on the fact they are both machines.

In digital art it is almost no different that traditional. The difference being it doesnt use materials, and you have the cool undo and redo button, and other effects buttons you would not get with traditional art. You also dont HAVE to use those things and you are forgetting that you have to learn how they work and use them MANUALLY.

People who use digital art dont claim its easier either. Its more convenient. But as a digital artist, its imcredibly difficult and time consuming depending on what im making. I have a personal project that has 170+ hours on it. Even with all my fancy buttons ive had to go back and redo things countless times and fiddle with things. I have to deliberately choose what color goes where, what brush to use, what layer setting i need ect ect. And its all original.

Saying digital art isnt real art is like saying driving an automobile doesnt count as driving because you have a bunch of buttons and levers to do what you want instead of ordering horses around on a wooden carriage.

With AI the machine does everything for you. Its about the same as googling a picture of a bunny (typing a prompt), choosing a picture (taking what's generated), and posting it and claiming its your own. (Theft)

So no. People who use AI can get the fuck out of fandom. Thanks.

Posting as a response to a previous ask.

[devvinn1ie]

Continuing the genshin oc saga! Just posted a new one about a week ago, so here she is ig

An actress under the Eternelle Theater. Despite having been in the entertainment industry for a few years, Yume hasn't been lucky when it comes to her acting career, but she is still determined to make a name for herself.

Yume was originally born in Inazuma and was always obsessed with acting growing up, initially drawn to the glorified life of a celebrity. When she got older, she realized that she actually enjoyed performing. When she was old enough to move out, Yume essentially abandoned everything she had in Inazuma and went to Fontaine to pursue an acting career. 

Yume is ambitious, confident, and proud, While mainly focused on her goals, she is willing to kick back for a bit and relax, which surprises others when she does. When she sets her mind on something, she is determined to master whatever it is. Yume is prideful about what she does despite not being very famous. Driven by sheer determination, Yume is willing to sacrifice anything to reach her desires. She is also very competitive, making even the simplest of things into a competition

sm stuff here ig:

anemo vision

sword

4*

anemo charge attack dps

tall female model

24-25

It's been a hot minute since I posted here, and an even hotter minute since I posted oc content. I got super busy the last few weeks and kinda forgot to post. But I'm free now so its fine.

Yume is so silly guys. I'm pretty proud of how her final design turned out. I never get to draw any flowy skirts with the genshin oc girls. Yume kinda has like half of that but it works. Her outfits a low-key slay tbh

anyways bye guy

[24-guy]

Thinking about a Star Wars x NPMD/Hatchetfield au and oh boy do I have ideas.

So.

Like.

Okay.

Let's start out with character things so.

Obviously Stephanie is a human princess of some city or something. She absolutely hates it though. Can shoot a blaster extremely well. I think her planet is very green. Not as green and vast in jungle as Kashyyk but like. Close. It's forests are low to the ground and dense and dark (inspired by the implications given about the Witchwood). But the cities are almost opposite with tall gold and bold green buildings also reflected in the outfits the royals wear. The lower class wear more dull green and brown simpler clothing where the wealthier slowly wearing more bold and bright greens with browns turning to white and the addition of gold pieces of jewelry and embellishments.

I absolutely think Peter is a Jedi. Take one look at that man and tell me he wouldn't be. Exactly. I think he'd survive order 66 based purely on luck (probably in a similar way to Cal) and found himself stranded with or without (I haven't decided yet) his master and brother. If it's without his brother, then that's how he gets the fitting Green saber, if it's with then he continues his training in the worst circumstances. They probably find themselves on Steph's planet just for the sake of plot. I don't think Peter would be a human though. I think it would be kinda funny for both him and Ted to be Twi'lek. Because they are known for being pretty. And I think Ted would use that to his advantage and Pete would just deny the obvious - that he is pretty.

Richie would be a Mandalorian. Because hear me out. Okay. He's Zeek. And Mando armour is painted. So his armour being painted white and dark blue. Also! The coverts being family and the extended Jon Matteson family tree being all Mandalorian, plus you could have him not having parents and him being a foundling to the covert. And also his clan signet could be of whatever animal is closest to a hawk. Thank you for listening to my ted talk. Also, while less important thanks to the whole being a Mandalorian thing - I also don't think he would be human. Richie's too into anime for me to make him strictly a human. But I don't know what he would be.

Ruth would be a villager or something in Stephanie's town. She gives me the vibes of the mechanic lady in Mandalorian who like. Low-key scams Din out of money. I forgot her name it's been a while. Peli? Maybe. Anyway. She'd be one of the townspeople and scam people at her stall out of money but she'd be so damn good at it. Probably has a bit of the force in her and would only figure it out once Pete was introduced into her life. She gets his old lightsaber so she can train. She's another one who I don't think is human but can't figure out what she is. I think it's important that she'd be able to keep her curly hair though.

Those are most/all of the thoughts I have currently. It was a very impulsive decision to make this au. But I really really want to draw this and think more on it so for now it's a "if you have any ideas about it please please tell me your ideas."