#been a while since I did a drawing for an ask hehehe

[sammysammer]

Hi Sammy!

Hiya Temp!!!!

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[heizlut]

Can I possibly ask for freminet NSFW where afab!reader is riding him and overstimulating him but he doesn't wanna stop just yet, even if it's too much for him? 👉👈

Poor guy needs love goddammit

hehehe i love this and i love freminet, he's so baby and deserves so many kisses!!

Needy

cw: none

tags: dom afab!reader, sub!freminet (he's 18, bite me), overstimulation, riding, oral (m!receiving), creampie, unprotected sex

nsfw under the cut

m!list here

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It was truly a wonder how you managed to get into a relationship with Freminet. You were outgoing, spontaneous, and outspoken; quite honestly the antithesis of Freminet. But that didn't stop you from pursuing him. You saw what you wanted and you got it, every single time.

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It didn't take long for you to end up with Freminet by your side. You had been persistent in getting know him ever since the first time you laid eyes on him, always conveniently sunbathing on whatever beach he decided to dive from that day.

Freminet never understood why you were so into him. He felt like he was nothing compared to Lyney and Lynette who claimed the stage of the opera house with extravagant performances while he sat on the sidelines. But he honestly preferred it that way, never having been one for the spotlight, never wanting to draw attention to himself. So why did you keep talking to him?

Honestly, his quiet demeanor was intriguing to you. You found it absolutely adorable when he spoke so softly and fumbled with his words, often blushing whenever he met your gaze. You overwhelmed him and he was starting to like the feelings you gave him, especially when you would tease him.

It wasn't long before there were lingering touches, soft yet fiery glances, evolving into passionate kisses and wandering hands. Freminet trusted you, finding himself lost in you.

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Freminet slumps onto the couch, his scuba gear scattered around the living room. The day had been long, and the water had been cold. He closes his eyes, seeking respite from the world, only for his eyes to flutter open when he felt soft lips brush against his temple. There you were, looking beautiful as ever, dressed in one of his shirts no-less.

You sit down in his lap, straddling him which makes him let out a soft breath as you relax against him. He wraps his arms around you and buries his face into your neck, "Hey, beautiful...", his voice comes out strained and weary, muffled against your skin.

You run your finger through his hair, "Long day?". The sound of your voice and your weight on top of him makes him feel safe and warm. Freminet lets out a hum of acknowledgement, too drained to have a proper conversation. He wasn't one for much words anyways.

You lean back, cupping his face in your gentle hands as you look into his tired eyes, "Let me take care of you, love..." Leaning in, you press your lips to his, sending tingles down Freminet's spine. Every touch, every kiss, it all made his mind into mush.

Feeling him relax against you, a smile tugs at the corners of your lips. Your tongue swipes at his bottom lip, seeking permission to enter. Freminet lets out a soft moan, allowing your tongue to slip in and dance with his. Your hands roam his body, trailing down his abdomen til your fingers hook into the hem of his shirt, tugging it up and over his head.

You lean back in, trailing your lips down jawline to his neck, nipping gently at his collarbone. "I'm going to make you forget all about your troubles," you murmur against his skin, your hot breath sending a jolt of arousal straight to his cock. "Just relax and let me take care of everything."

Your hands slide down to the waistband of his pants, popping the button free and lowering the zipper with a slow, deliberate motion. Freminet's cock springs free, already half-hard and twitching with anticipation.

With a sultry grin, you wrap your fingers around his shaft, stroking it firmly from base to tip. Freminet's breath hitches, his hips bucking involuntarily into your grip. "Mmm, you're already so hard for me," you purr, leaving his lap to lower yourself to your knees in front of him.

His eyes grow heavy-lidded as he takes in your new position in front of him, the feeling of your hand against his velvety cock has him leaking at the tip.

You lean forward, running your tongue teasingly along the underside of his length, tasting every inch of him. The salty flavor of his pre-cum makes your mouth water even more. "Oh fuck..," he groans loudly, resting his head back against the couch. "Ngh.. baby.. please..."

You smirk, taking him deeper into your mouth, swirling your tongue around his girthy shaft. Freminet's fingers dig into the fabric of the couch as waves of pleasure wash over him. He moans lewdly losing himself in the sensations you provide.

Feeling his pleasure-soaked cock throb against your tongue, you suck harder, taking him as deep as possible as you hollow out your cheeks. Your hand reaches up to grasp his balls, squeezing them gently, making him whimper.

With a mischievous glint in your eye, you start humming lightly around his shaft, the purposeful vibrations adding another layer of pleasure. Freminet bucks his hips instinctively, trying to get more of that delicious sensation.

"You like that, baby?", you tease, pulling away just enough to speak, your lips brushing against his leaking tip. Without waiting for an answer, you dive back onto him with renewed vigor.

Freminet's cries of pleasure fill the room as you continue to worship his cock with your mouth and hands. His body writhes, completely lost in the overwhelming sensations. You increase the pace of your ministrations, sucking and licking with wild abandon.

"Just like that, baby," you moan around his cock, your own arousal building at the thought of bringing him to the edge and pushing him over.

Your relentless oral assault sends Freminet spiraling towards orgasm. His thighs tense, his hips buck wildly, and his cock pulses violently in your mouth, crying out with a high-pitched whine.

You swallow his length, taking him as deep as possible as he starts to cum. Thick ropes of hot seed coat your tongue and the back of your throat, and you drink it all down greedily.

As he finishes, you release his still throbbing cock from your mouth with a pop, licking your lips clean of his essence. “Mmmm, you taste so good," you purr, giving him a sultry smile. “But we’re not done just yet, babe", your voice dripping with seduction.

Freminet whimpers, making you chuckle darkly and fake a pout, “Aww can’t my baby handle a little more? Is it just too much for such a sweet little thing?” He bites his lip and shakes his head, “N-no, please.. I.. I need more. Archons, please I need you..”

His senses were overwhelmed, cock leaking more pre-cum and twitching with need. In truth, his mind was a mess, completely in a sub-space and he didn’t think he could take much more but fuck… he needed to be inside of you, to feel your tight, wet pussy clench around him.

You smirk, your finger trails up the underside of his cock and slowly rubs against his frenulum, making him grit his teeth and squeeze his eyes shut. “I don’t think you can handle more, baby. I think it’ll be too much~”, you taunt, driving him insane.

He bucks his hips wildly, his voice strained and whiny, “P-please, please, please. Fuck, I need you..”

Hearing the desperation in his voice, you can't help but giggle. You get back on his lap, straddling him, your pussy grinding against his needy cock. Leaning down, you press your breasts against his chest and whisper in his ear, "You want me that badly, huh?"

Taking hold of both of his wrists, you pin them down against the couch and grind against him again, making him writhe and whimper.

"Oh, baby...you're so sensitive," you murmur, the head of his cock catching on your soaked entrance, making him suck in a sharp breath.

Feeling the slick warmth of your pussy teasing his throbbing cock only makes Freminet more desperate. He squirms underneath you, trying to align himself better.

"Fuck...I need you," he pleads between pants, his voice raw and needy. "Please..."

Despite having his arms pinned down, Freminet's hips buck upwards instinctively, seeking friction against your dripping cunt. Your soft folds slide along his length, coating him in your juices.

He lets out a whimpering moan when you finally lower yourself onto his cock, feeling every inch of your clenching walls as they envelop his length. His breathing becomes ragged, his heart pounding against his ribcage.

With a sly grin, you tighten your grip on his wrists, holding them firmly against the couch. You start moving, your hips rolling slowly as you sink deeper onto his cock. Each movement sends waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

You lean in, your lips grazing his, “You like that, baby? Can you handle it?” Freminet’s eyes roll back, his cock throbs inside of you as you keep riding him. His fingers curl into fists, desperate to touch you, to squeeze the soft flesh of your hips as you fuck him.

His mind goes blank from the intense pleasure coursing through his veins, unable to form a coherent thought. All he can focus on is the sensation of your tight pussy squeezing his dick.

"Fuck...yes," he grunts out, his voice strained. “More... Please..." Despite his restrained state, his hips still manage to move in sync with yours, meeting your every downward stroke with a powerful upward thrust. The sensation of your slick walls hugging his dick makes him insane.

Your movements become faster, more urgent. With each roll of your hips, your pussy clenches tighter around his cock, milking it for all it's worth.

"You’re doing so good," you purr, your voice dripping with satisfaction. "Just like that... Let me ride you, baby. Let me make you feel good..”

Leaning forward, you capture his mouth in a deep kiss, exploring its depths while your body continues to grind against his. Every time your clit rubs against his pelvis, sparks of ecstasy shoot up your spine.

Caught in the throes of passion, Freminet can barely think straight. But he doesn't need to; all he has to do is feel. And right now, all he feels is pure bliss.

"Mmmph," is all he manages to say against your lips, lost in the intoxicating mix of pain and pleasure from your tightness squeezing him relentlessly and the overstimulation.

His own arousal grows exponentially with each thrust you take, driving him closer to the edge. He can already imagine the hot rush of cum filling your womb, marking you as his.

Feeling the tension coiling within, you quicken your pace even more. Your pussy squeezes his cock harder, urging him towards release.

"Oh god... I'm close," you whisper hoarsely against his lips, nipping at his bottom lip.

With sweet moan, you bury yourself completely on his dick. Your inner muscles flutter around him as if begging for his seed as you cum hard around his cock

At the feeling of your orgasmic contractions gripping him tightly, Freminet's restraint snaps. He bucks his hips upwards, pushing deeper into your quivering cunt as he lets out a whimpering cry.

"Ngh! I’m gonna-" But he can't finish his sentence. Instead, he spills his hot load into you, flooding your insides with his potent essence.

His cock throbs wildly inside you, pumping out thick spurts of cum that fill you up. Each pulse sends another wave of euphoria crashing through both of you.

Neither of you are able to move, you stay in his lap, his cock still buried deep inside of, keeping his cum inside. Through heaving breaths, you look into each other’s eyes.

While the encounter started off as teasing and mocking him, your eyes only held pure love for him and his gaze mirrored yours. You let go of his wrists and he immediately brings his hands up to your face, cupping it gently as he kisses you slowly.

Your eyes flutter shut, feeling all his love pour into the soft kiss. “Fuck, I’m so in love with you..”, Freminet mutters against your lips, making your heart soar. His thumbs caress your cheekbones as he pulls away to look into your eyes once more, “Please just stay right here…”

The softness of his voice makes you feel so much all at once. It didn’t matter that his cock was now soft inside of you, you would stay. You wrap your arms around him and relax against his body, “I’m not going anywhere… I promise.”

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a/n: lol it got a little mushy at the end but freminet deserves all the love

[ourdawnishotterthanourday]

Rose Tinted — Boo Seungkwan

✧ Take off those rose colored glasses ✧

Plot: Picture this… you find out that your so-called best friend has been playing you all along.

🎥 Starring: fem!reader x best friend!Boo Seungkwan 🎥 Genre: big time angst 🎥 Word count: 0.9k+ 🎥 Warnings: swearing, asshole vernon, asshole kwannie (sorry y’all), brief mention of blood but not graphic 🎥 Notes: I am baaaack (hopefully for a while). I know I haven’t been posting for forever but I hope to see you all more often again ^^  🎥 Shout out: thanks to my lovely bestie @nothoughtsjustfic for motivating me to write again 💜 love you Chee! Never change pls hehehe

♡ REBLOGGING AND/OR FEEDBACK WOULD BE VERY MUCH APPRECIATED — DON'T BE A STRANGER PLS ♡

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“How much longer are you going to keep this up, dude? She’s been glued to your side since that dumb bet. Weren’t you gonna ditch her like forever ago?”

Time froze as you heard Vernon utter those words to your best friend… or so you thought. 

“Shit, Vernon! Be quiet before she hears you!” Seungkwan hissed in return, which was followed by a dull sound and then a shriek from Vernon.

“Whatever. I just don’t get it. You don’t even like her. She could offer to buy me unlimited pizza and beers and I still wouldn’t be able to handle all that clinginess.”

“Fucking hell! Just get out and don’t come back until we leave. You’re going to fuck up everything,” Seungkwan snapped, his voice unlike anything you’d ever heard coming from his lips. 

“Fine.” Vernon sighed dramatically. “But don’t come crying to me when it all comes to bite you in the ass.” 

A second later, you heard the front door slam shut, the sound of which snapped you right back to the horrible reality you were now forced to face. 

You’d just been shown a completely different side of your supposed best friend and you didn’t quite know whether to cry or scream. What you did know was that you couldn’t stay hidden behind the wall for forever, even though that did seem awfully tempting. You’d never been very confrontational but this matter couldn’t be left unspoken, not if you wanted to keep your sanity. 

You needed to hear the truth from Seungkwan himself. 

With your heart nearly pounding out your chest and a million thoughts running through your mind, you forced your legs to move in the direction of the living room where Seungkwan was awaiting your return. 

His head immediately shot up when he noticed you approaching him, a smile that felt just a little too forced making its way on his face. It was almost as if you could see a sliver of disgust flash behind his eyes.

Had that always been there or were you just overanalyzing everything because of what Vernon said?

“There you are! Any longer and I would have gotten worried.” Seungkwan chuckled as he turned his head back towards the TV.

Right. The movie the two of you had been watching before that awful conversation. If only you could turn back time. 

“Y/N?” Seungkwan asked with a raised brow when you hadn’t moved at all. “Aren’t you going to sit down? We can finish the last thirty minutes before we have to leave.”

“No.” 

Your voice was barely audible but you knew that it had been loud enough judging by the way Seungkwan responded.

“No? You don’t want to watch any more? Well, we can put on something else if that’s what you wan-”

You were quick to interrupt him. “No. That’s not what I want.”

“Okay?” He got up from the couch, his brows furrowed in confusion. “You’re acting kinda strange, Y/N. What’s going on?”

Without realizing it, you’d been clenching your fists so hard this entire time that your nails had pierced through parts of your skin, drawing a little bit of blood which you could feel dripping down your fingers. But you honestly couldn’t give a fuck right now. 

“Do you hate me?” you blurted out, completely catching the man in front of you off guard.

“W-what? Hate you? Why would you ask me that?” Seungkwan chuckled nervously, his hand awkwardly coming up to scratch behind his neck. 

“Be honest with me, Seungkwan.” You looked him dead in the eyes, noticing the way his eyes grew wide at the fierceness behind your words.

As if suddenly coming back to himself, he shook his head furiously. “You’re being crazy, Y/N.”

You let out a loud snort. “Me? Crazy? Then are you saying Vernon was lying just now?”

At that revelation, Seungkwan’s mouth opened and closed a few times as if he was about to say something but backed out at the last second. There was no talking himself out of this. And you were not backing down until you’d heard everything, even if it was going to crush you. 

“Yeah… I heard everything. About a supposed bet, about you pretending this entire time and wanting to ditch me. Does that ring a bell?” 

“Y/N, l-listen,” the man pleaded as he took a step forward to reach for your arm. 

“Tell me the fucking truth, Seungkwan!” you nearly screamed, surprising both yourself and him at the anger laced in your voice.

You could see the hesitation in his eyes at first, but it wasn’t long before that disgust you swore you’d seen before flashed behind his eyes once again. 

“You really wanna know what I think of you? Fine!” He threw up his hands. “I don’t like you, I never have, not then and not now. I’m not your fucking best friend and I’m sick of pretending. You’re right. It started out as a stupid bet to see if I could befriend you, but with how fucking desperate you were, that wasn’t hard. And then you just wouldn’t fucking go away so I thought, I might as well use your clingy ass to my advantage. Because who in their right mind doesn’t like free meals and free rides? All I had to do was pretend.” He chuckled bitterly. “Happy now?”

You didn’t stick around to respond, already halfway through the door with tears streaming down your face by the time he finished his cruel rant. This wasn’t the sweet and caring Seungkwan you’d been sharing all your secrets and insecurities with. This was the real Seungkwan, a mean, heartless excuse of a human being who you didn’t recognize at all. 

He’d broken your heart in a million little pieces and you didn’t know if you were ever going to recover from this. 

So much for letting someone in.

So much for not wanting to be alone. 

Boo Seungkwan, I hope it was worth it. 

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[cannedbabs]

Hello, loving you're rewrite of RBTI so far!! If I may ask, what was Turbo up to before he bumped into Ralph and Vanellope? Also, how did he run into those two? That must've been such a 'lovely' reunion, hehehe.

Thank you so much for liking my rewrite!!! That means the absolute world to me, and I LOVE the questions!!

Turbo was up to a.. LOT of stuff

His first go on the internet was quite literally a rabbit chase. BEV detects him as a virus due to the Cybug coding. Like stated previously(?) he can’t control it despite WANTING to.

((More under cut just since I feel like this is gonna be a LONG post!!))

Did I mention this entire AU is based off of ONE simple Ralph Breaks the Internet concept art spread?

In the back you can see while Ralph is looking for directions on the Darknet, there is a Turbo Torrent sign! So naturally it’s canon to this AU too :] we love a man who hates capitalism and promotes piracy. So in this rewrite he ends up becoming a menace to the Darknet, striking fear into most Netizens who inhabit or do business there. Thankfully they live in somewhat peace since Turbo leaves to do his own thing, but he’s got a decent business going on. Picking up on how to code was VERRRY beneficial to him even now, he has skills some can’t even dream of (while arcade coding is much different he managed to pick it up quick on the internet. Probably manipulated Knowsmore into it too)

This is 90% of what he was doing before Ralph and Vanellope accessed the internet. Their ‘reunion’ goes as follows, roughly via a shitty comic

((I haven’t come up with a plotline other than the wheel to sugar rush breaking. But that is VERY much probably subject to change until I think of something more creative. I don’t like it for multiple reasons, main one being it feels throw away since Sugar Rush in WIR was a two player console but for RBTI it was one player just so they could retcon and do the movie how they did 😒))

But! All that to say FOR NOW Spamely is still sending them on quests for money. Though instead of Shank and Slaughter Race (arguably my LEAST fav part of RBTI) there is now a ‘game hub’ with a multitude of games instead of just… one… game in the middle of the internet?? And there’s a rare upgrade in it people are willing to pay a LOT for!

Gotta give Turbo credit, he knows how to race! Though yeah he swipes it from Vanellope, places first, and garners the attention from Ralph who is probably gonna beat the filling out of him for real this time.

((Like always more questions appreciated!!! Helps me get out of art block actually and pushes me to try to draw stuff I normally wouldn’t!! :] I appreciate all of you who enjoy this rewrite SOOO much!!!))

[sams-art-domain]

Why not me?

Ivan/till

No alien AU

Inspired by this artwork by @carlozw

Chapter 1 of 2, 4007 words, 99.99% angst,

Till is more emotionally mature than I meant to make him so he’s a little sillier.

Tw - general TW of death and all that entails

hehehe Please reblog if you enjoy! :3

ff under the cut.

It’s summarized pretty well by the first few sentences.

A weight on his shoulder, a squeeze around him. Maybe even an all too familiar head pat. Till knew what was going on,

 Ivan couldn’t even leave him alone through the afterlife.  He was sure of it. 

That freak had somehow found a way to bother Till, even though he was dead. And it was starting to get hard to bare, 

Till sat in a criss-cross position, drawing. Not really paying attention to what, it had been about a week since Ivan died, and his fucked up producers was going to make Till show face on stage in a few hours. Just saying a few things about the… stunt Ivan pulled, and he did not want to do that. 

Till’s face reddened at the idea of it. He couldn’t believe that selfish- annoying- Idi- 

Till jumped out of his train of thought- A strong hand patted his head, he could feel it but it wasn’t there. 

“Fuckin- Ivan-“ Till swatted his hands above his head. Even though he was alone in his bedroom, he felt stupid and if anyone else saw him, they’d probably call him crazy. 

Till stared at his paper, he had drawn the stage. Where Ivan was shot. By some insane fucked fan. Of his. His fan. It wasn’t Ivan’s fault that Till was a worse singer. If Till sang better that fan wouldn’t have flipped out and shot Ivan. If Till had moved faster then he might’ve been the dead one. Not Ivan. 

Till stood up. Suddenly very- something he didn’t know what he felt but he was pissed about it anyway, 

“God fuck this-“ He went to go punch a wall. Even though this was an apartment rented by his producers, they would have to pay for the damage. 

He hit something that’s definitely not a wall. 

“Fucking- IVAN-“ He hit him again. And again, and again, and for once in his 17 years of living he would have done anything to have been able to see Ivan’s face. Probably smiling like the weird ass freak he was. 

He slumped against the wall? Ivan? He actually didn’t care. He was tired. Really fucking tired of having to feel like this. His face scrunched up in that empty angry way. When you want to scream with frustration but there's no air in your lungs to scream with. Till stared at the floor of his stupidly fancy building.

Ivan’s fucking dead and Till just gets to move on? He gets to go show face today and make thousands of dollars while Ivan just sleeps in his coffin. It’s not fair. Till should be in the ground right now. Not Ivan. 

Till leaned more of his weight on to the wall(ivan). He exhaled in less of a sigh and more of a last-breath kinda way. He felt dizzy. Exhaustion taking hold in his bones. Like he had never not been tired. “Why not me?” He asked under his breath. Knowing no one would hear it. 

He fell asleep standing there. 

He woke up an hour or so later. Lying in his bed, his heated blanket on the highest setting and wrapped around him. He curled in on himself. Not really remembering how he got to his bed but he didn’t really care. He checked the time. 

1:45ish. He has to get up, like. Now if he wants to make it to the stage in time. “Fuck this…” Till Weakly hit his head on his pillow a few times. He didn’t want to get up. 

Something tugged at his arm. Tug. tug. Till looked at his arm, above the blanket. Something definitely was tugging his arm. 

“Ivan-” Till knew he sounded insane. It was kinda stupid, really. But what else would it be? He wasn’t exactly close with any other dead person. 

“Augh-” Till grunted as one swift, strong tug had him upright in a sitting position. Tills head spun from the sudden change. He felt weak. And tired. Really, really tired. But of course, the producers wouldn’t care that he was being haunted or that he was grieving or that he was tired. They’d threaten him. Or his mom. Tell him that her wellbeing rests on his shoulders. And he knows it does, They wouldn't be able to afford her treatment otherwise. It sucks but that's how it is. And Till loves his mom. He isn’t a quitter. 

Till stood up, and as he did, he felt Ivans hand pat his shoulder. Which was oddly tame and almost comforting. He sighed, and then got dressed in the outfit his producers instructed him to. All black, the shirt having a wide neck that was slightly off of the shoulder. The same outfit he wore in round six. The same outfit Till wore when Ivan died. Sick fucks. Didn’t give a crap about him. 

Whatever. Not like he had a choice. 

Till went to the bathroom, did his own routine rather swiftly. Covered his eyebags with concealer.then swiped eyeliner on his eyelid. Per request of the producers, he put on some subtle black eyeshadow. Till looked in the mirror. HIs brain still felt asleep. Fuzzy. Sedated almost. He just looked at himself. Thin. Thinner than usual? Tired. More exhausted than usual? He looked kinda dead. Ironic all things considered. Till felt like crying. His nose burned like he was about to. But he couldn’t cry. He just put on makeup.. 

He was hugged from behind. It was horrifically comforting. If this was all in his head he was gonna need to have some serious medication to fix it. It felt so real and as much as Till wanted to believe it was real there was always that doubt. ‘You’re crazy. Insane.’ Till didn’t really know how to feel. Never did anymore.

 He wanted to quit this stupid idol job and do something with his stupid life. But he loved singing. 

He wanted to cry but also didn't want to wallow in his own self pity. 

He wanted to see Ivan’s stupid face but also wanted to forget him more than anything.

His life was just stupid contradictions and ultimatums. Hell- his own birth was due to a failed abortion. His mother wanted to get rid of him but couldn’t. 

Till slammed his fists down on the bathroom sink counter. 

Ivan pulled him away from the sink. Holding his hands, still behind him. Till squeezed his eyes shut. Willing the tears to go away. He went to check the time. Ivan held his hand still. Sometimes Till wasn’t even sure this was Ivan. He thought Ivans soul? Spirit? Whatever. Would have been troublesome. And chaotic. Not cuddly and touchy-feely.

 Maybe this is what Ivan had wanted. To be near to TIll. To be able to hug and hold TIll. Maybe it would’ve been easier if Till had let him. Why’d Till even push Ivan awa-

Till's phone rang. He scrambled to pick up his phone. Ivan let go of him. Tills phone read “evil assholes” The producers. “Fuck my life I guess.” 

Till answered. 

“WE NEED YOU HERE IN 5 MINUTES. NOW. THE TAXI IS ON THE WAY. BE READY, IF YOU’RE LATE YOU BETTER CATCH A TAXI TO THE HOSPITAL BECAUSE THE BILLS ARE GONNA GET REAL HARD TO PAY REAL FAST.” The producer on the other end practically screamed through the phone. Good thing Till hadn’t cried. He wouldn't of had time to redo his makeup. 

“Yes. Sir.” Till spoke through his teeth. Enraged he was being held by a leash like a dog. He wanted to punch that fucker in his jaw for threatening him like this. Till hung up aggressively. A silent fuck you to the producer. 

Till walked out of the bathroom. Seething. So fucking angry. Too. Fucking. Angry. Till could feel his breath hitch like he was gonna scream. But couldn’t because this was an apartment with thin walls. Didn’t want any of the stupid rich ass CEO’s next door to flip out. Instead, Till sat on the cough to get his shoes on. Slamming his fists down on his knees hard enough to bruise before slipping his shoes on.

Till, now with his shoes on, had a moment. Briefly mind you. But a moment. To be really. REALLY. Fucking angry. Nothing even mattered to Till right now he just wanted to hurt and hurt and hurt. Whether it be him or someone else didn’t actually occur to him. Till gripped his own shoulders like a crazy person. Furious he had to live like this. Why’d his mother get sick? What did he ever do to deserve such fucked up shit to happen?  

“Fuck. THis-” Till hit his own head with the ball of his hand. He didn't even know what to do with himself. He just wanted to hurt something. He stood up. Practically shaking with anger. He couldn't even remember why he was angry. Hardly. He should be used to being held by a string like this, it had happened since his late middle childhood. When his mom got sick ad his life was turned upside down and the fucked organization that ran this show found him and abused him until he was so completely dependant on them he couldnt escape. Honestly? “Why am I even surprised!? THEY NEVER EVEN FUCKING HELPED!!!” Till was trying to stop from yelling but he had let that one slip. He trembled with anger and he couldn’t put it anywhere. His hands balled into fists seemingly on their own. He turned towards a wall and began punching. Harder. Harder. Harder. His hands hurt bad. His hands were scraped now. He kept hitting the wall and then-

“Till- you have a ride prepared. It is here now.” A higher pitched voice called through the door. Snapped Till out of his rage. 

Till looked at the door and then his hands. Shaking like he was in a snowstorm. His left, index knuckle bloodied. He didn't have time to care. It would just make the producers look bad. Till didn't mind that at all. He exhaled. And turned to the door. Putting on a straight face. Trying to hide any evidence of his breakdown from before. He could only imagine he looked horrible. He hadn't eaten in 2 days. Hadnt slept well since Ivan died. He hadn't even hardly gotten out of bed since Ivan died. Only getting up this morning because he had to.

Till ran his hand down his face, then opened the door. 

Till had made lots of mistakes in his life, but walking out that door? Probably the worst. He was bombarded with paparazzi, 3 professional grade cameras. Tons of other people with their phones out. How do they always find where he lives? What the fuck. 

“Till, I'm so sorry they just followed me and then I couldn't get them to leave-” The girl apologized, but Till just nodded. Deciding he was gonna mentally tap-out right about now. Already overwhelmed as people yelled questions at him(that he of course, ignored.) 

They practically crawled through the crowd and to the taxi as he got in, it finally being a bit quieter. 

“I’m so sorry- I didn't know if i should call security or not, I hadn’t meant for it to get this out of hand.” The woman looked like she was going to cry, and Till knew it wasn’t her fault. 

“Next time just call security, they’re here for a reason. It’s not your fault they don’t know how to act.” Till looked out the window.  But then decided to just rest his head on the front passenger seat. Already far too tired to be doing this. 

He felt a hand on his shoulder, he went to look and woe-and-behold, no one. Well, not technically no one. Ivan. The woman driving had shivered, under her breath, saying something about how cold it was in the car. Promptly turning up the heat in the car, despite it being 80 degrees. 

Ivan hadn’t felt cold to Till. He had always seemed somewhat cold when he was alive, but he was always warm to Till. Something of comfort even. Till always felt far from Ivan when he was alive. Though now Ivan felt so close to Till it was suffocating. 

Kind of like the night after it was made public that Mizi was kidnapped, almost a year ago. Ivan had visited Till. He had felt so weirdly there. And close. He was so real then even though usually Ivan had felt fake and far away. He had even asked before hugging Till. Who at the time was so distraught and scared that he had let Ivan hug him. It would have been normal for any other person, but the softness and vulnerability was so new and different. It was really nice. Which is something Till didn’t know he could have with Ivan. Till thought about that night often. He had sat on the couch with Ivan and he wrapped his arm around Tills shoulder. They hadn’t said much that night. Just hello, goodbye, and Ivan had asked- “Can I hold you?” That was really it. Ivan had hugged and cuddled Till while he cried. But since then they hadn’t said much. And then Ivan was shot. And died. And Till could officially say that this was the worst year of his life. The only thing that could make it worse was his mom dy- 

Don’t jinx it. Do not finish that fucking sentence. 

Till had started to think he was the one hurting the people he loved. The day before till was going to confess to Mizi she was kidnapped and had not been heard from since. The day that he had started to really think about Ivan as more than just an annoying guy he’d known for years he died. He died. 

The car stopped. Great. He was at the place he thought of as hell on earth. It was so fucking hot in the car yet the woman driving still had the heat on. 

He sat in the car. Wishing a crazed fan would shoot him next. But he wasn’t shot, so he opened the door. 

Y’know how earlier he thought he had made the worst mistake of his life? Well this was a worse one. 

People, people, people people- Till had decided then he HATED people. There were hundreds. Some with microphones and news reporters. Some were just phones. Some polaroids. He hated being watched like this, fuck his stupid life.  

A man holding a large camera asked him a question, loud enough that he could actually hear outside of the loud ambience of a crowd this huge. “Had you been dating Ivan before he was shot?” 

Why? The. Fuck. was the first question he was asked. Not. ‘Are you okay, how have you been? Why are you back so early?’ 

No. It had to be about that stupid thing- Ivan- Fucking hell Ivan why did you have to kiss me- and then die?! 

Till thought he might’ve punched the guy. Then he felt a strong hand grab his. Ivan. It made Till tired. Sad. Less angry. So he did what he did best and ignored the question. Just wanting to get backstage and away from these people. 

And he did just that. 

Once backstage, Ivan had let go of his hand. And Till felt an emptiness. Ivans soul was very… comforting? Safe? Whatever. 

Till didn’t get to feel safe here. 

As he walked through the entrance to the room directly leading to the stage, several makeup artists rushed him to a seat and began working. Obviously, they had to make him as emo as possible. Heavy eyeliner, using contour to make him look more tired than he was. Trying their best to really make him look like he was mourning- but in an aesthetic way not “I’ve barely eaten or slept in days because I’m, so horrifically distraught and empty and of course the soul of my dead person is haunting me why wouldn't he?” kinda way. 

Once they had finished, The producer. Anakt. Came up to him. Great. 

“WE NEEDED YOU HEAR 10 MINUTES AGO!!!! WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN???” 

Till looked up at him, a sickening amount of rage washed over him. He stayed silent though. 

“UGh- fuck this. Just go out there, say some kind of basic-ass eulogy, confirm you are NOT. gay or queer supporting at all, tell them that round 7 is in two months and then get off the stage. I’ll be deducting 10% of your paycheck for your tardiness. Don’t let it happen again.” Anakt walked away. Leaving a Till trembling with rage and fear.

He stood up, and made face. 

On this stage alone is a privilege. Usually only given to the winners of Alien Stage. But of course, Till is standing here because he wasn’t shot. 

He walked up to the microphone. Sick with so many emotions. Resisting the urge to cry. And he didn’t know what to say. The crowd went silent. 

Till figured if this was gonna be about Ivan, this was gonna be honest. Something he never was with Ivan. 

“Hello everyone. I-” Till gulped. his throat already dry. “I’m here to talk about the events that happened 6 days ago on this stage. The day that Ivan-” He paused, debating his words. “The day that Ivan was murdered. Shot 3 times through his back.” Till swallowed tears. 

He looked at the crowd, the one that was usually cheering. But now dead silent. 

He felt a strong hug. Arms wrapped around him. He decided to keep going. 

:”I’ll miss him. A lot. And I don't think my life will ever be the same again.” Arms squeezed tight. Till let it happen. 

“I think I deserved to have died on that day. Taken Ivans place.” Despite being a celebrity, Till wasn't good at words and struggled on what to say next. Ivan rested his head on Tills. It felt like it was just him and Ivan. Words came easier. 

“But I didn't. So it's up to me to keep living now. I’m sorry that this is how things ended up.” Till sighed. 

Ivan pressed his forehead to Tills. And Till leaned into it. He probably looked a little weird, but who cared. 

“If I could say something to him today I’d say this: 

Ivan, you have been the person I've been closest to for almost 10 years. You have made me happy and mad and sad and made me feel just as much as I didn't know I  could. But despite that you’ve always been fabricated. Hidden. Far away. Yet I could always feel your warmth. LIke the sun, so far away yet warm all the same. 

Maybe under different circumstances we’re normal kids. Not forced to fame. Not used liked dolls. Maybe we bicker and fight but we never have to worry about faking it for PR. Maybe you’re genuine and real and we’re close and we hang out after school and play video games. 

That’s truly impossible now. And I think- I think I hate the man that shot you. Which is hard for me to say because I don't want to hate anyone. But I do. I know I do. And I think there was a time in my life where I hated you. For always being so clingy yet distant. For always being so blunt but hidden. It pissed me off. 

But now I don't think there's anything in the world that would make me hate you. Nothing at all. The only reason I hated you is because no matter how much I tried I couldn't understand you. You were so fixated on me. But was never honest. Never real.  Never close- I’m just going in circles now. But anyway. I didn’t understand you, and I still don't, and I don't think I ever will understand you. And I guess I'm stuck with that now because you’re gone. Sometimes I think you’re not really gone. Sometimes it feels like you’re right there. That I could reach out and feel your stupid hand. Or that if I could just squint a little harder I could see your stupid smile. But I guess you are really gone. I’ll never know you. And that's my biggest regret. I think. 

Since you’ve died I've barely slept, eaten, or got out of bed. Since you’ve died every morning when I check my phone, I feel something in me die when there's no good morning. Every night, I feel like my whole routine is thrown off because I don't get a good night's text. I don’t think I've had any real conversation with someone since you’ve died. The fucked up part of someone dying is that they’re existence doesn’t end. They still exist, just not with you. They’re still alive in an unfulfilled routine, a memory, a dream, a feeling. The hurt. And it's the worst. Like how when you empty a cup of water, you’ll get thirsty again but the cup is empty, and eventually you die of dehydration. And there's nothing I can do to fix it.”

Till couldn’t stop from letting a few tears slip. Ivan squeezed him, holding him like he was trying to protect him from himself. Till swallowed and kept going. He knew his producers were much more than furious at this point. Figured he could keep going. 

“I said that I wish I had died that day, not you. And that's true. Ever since you died all I have been able to think of is ‘why not me?’ ‘Why wasn't I shot?’ And I still wish I was dead right now instead of you. Though I don't think I would've wanted you to suffer like I am right now. The last thing I would have wanted was for you to be forced on stage to excuse your death while you’re still grieving. So there's gotta be a reason I didn't die. I don't know what it is. But I know that there has to be one. Right as you died. Hands around my throat, you smiled. You smiled like this was the best day of your life, and maybe it was. Maybe you were surprised, but happy with your death. Maybe you wanted it. You always were selfish. Always just doing whatever you wanted- or maybe you didn't want it? But you had accepted it anyway. I don't know. I could ask questions like these all day. It doesn’t matter.”

Ivan was holding till so gently. With so much caution and love- and Till was crying. Fat, hot tears rolling down his face as he tried to only look at his feet. 

“I don't know what was hoped to be accomplished with this. But I did it. So, before I go, I want to confirm two things.” 

This might be the true, real, most horrific mistake of his life. But Till seemed to have been making lots of those lately. So he figured, Why not one more. From this, he realized something. From Ivan dying and this speech, he had made one of the scariest and most upsetting realizations of his life. And now he was gonna tell the world. He tried to hide his slowing tears as fast as possible.

“Ivan loved me, that's why he kissed me that day.” The crowd seemed to perk up at that, lots of whispers, and Till figured that he might as well make his worst mistake, ever. 

Ivan let go of the hug, him not even expecting this.

Till decided to just say it, get it over with and walk off the stage. “And I love him. Which is why I let him.” Till remembered that at the time, he had tried to push Ivan away, so he added. “Sorta.”

“That is my eulogy for Ivan. Round 7 in two months.” Till walked to backstage, and the crowd fucking erupted with cheers and claps and screams. 

Ivan held his hand the whole time.

also yes of course the title is a mitski reference what do you take me for? A good author?

[darkxsoulzyx]

heyyy, just wanted to ask if you played deltarune chapter 3/4 and if you did, what are your thoughts on it?

hey hey hey!

I, myself, have not played the game BUT a group of friends and I huddled in a call and played it together! ^^

As of today, I have finished Chapter 3 and Chapter 4 (not including any secrets or shenaniganry for Chapter 4, mind you. We're doing that *hopefully* tomorrow or the next day)! It's all been very, VERY exciting hehe :3

I'll put my thought below, so

SPOILERS FOR DELTARUNE CHAPTER 3 AND 4 UP AHEAD!!

ok, we good? Great

Okay, so my thoughts are a BIT scrambled (since I binged Chapter 3 in one day, then Chapter 4 *today*), so bare with me

BUT I LOVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE TENNA I LOVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE HIMMMMMMM <3 <3

You can ask @keirspers (/aff) how much I do, because we were in the part of his "crashout" where you can keep saying "I love TV!"

AND I WOULD NOT STOP TELLING KEIR TO TELL HIM "I LOVE TV" BECAUSE I LOVEEEE HIMMMMMMM THEY HAD TO LITERALLY CUT ME OFF FROM CONTINUING BECAUSE OF HOW MUCH I JUST KEPT SAYING "I LOVEEE TVVVV"

HE'S SO SILLYYYYY HE'S SO SCRINKLE SCRUNKLE

I have small clips and recordings of my initial reactions to a few things here and there, and I KID YOU NOT- Seeing his little fangs for the first time? "OOOOOH THE CHOMPIEEESS!!! <333 OH THE LITTLE CHOMPAS!! OOUGGHHHH THE LITTLE FANGIESSSS HEHEHE!!"

LIKE GUYS.

I'm not much of a jevil person, nor a spamton enthusiast.

BUT GUYS.

HEAR ME OUT.

HE IS SO

OH MY GODDDDD

It didn't help that Keir was voice acting the entire thing for me (/super pos they are so cool guys <3) and THEY GAVE HIM SUCH A FITTING, ENTHUSIASTIC VOICE OMGGGG

I LOVEEE HIMMMM I LOVE TENNAAAAAA

I literally chanted along with him every time he said it's "T. V. TIMEEEEEEE!!!" I AM SO ILL. I AM CLAWING BACK FROM DRAWING HIM AS I TYPE THIS.

GODDDD

OKay okay, so the other stuff :3

I wasn't particularly interested in Deltarune's story for Chapter 1, and was slightly intrigued for Chapter 2 (regrettably, I wish I was more enthused!)

BUT. BUT THAT CHANGED IN CHAPTER 3!! Not only because Tenna (heart emoji hehe), but the more secret game parts really intrigued me?

Again, I didn't really find too much interest in the first two chapters until the Weird Route (which definitely caught my interest). Chapter 3's mini-game (?), the one you can only access behind the S-Rank door, continued that same allure. It was mysterious and strange... like something a lot more sinister was lingering underneath the surface!

The mystery behind what's going on, what does Noelle have to do with all of this, what's going on with Kris, what's going on with *Ralsei*??? It had me at the edge of my seat!

Credit to Keir again- their enthusiasm and excitement was infectious! We would theorize and talk about some stuff as we played, and they would often tell me little snippets of lore I may have missed!

For Chapter 3, I really liked the funny TV man :3, the weather lovers <3, and all of the tomfoolery that the other characters got into ^^ Idk what it is about some of the shenanigans in Chapter 3 that made it more enjoyable than Chapter 2, but I think it hit the right spot in terms of my humor X3 Also, this chapter re-established why Rouxls Kaard is THE BEST CHARACTER. I LOVE TENNA SO SO MUCH BUT GOD I LOVE ROUXLS TOO SIGHS

Keir managed to get all of the S-Rank ratings all the times, so I got to see all of the secret parts of that secret game! And wow, I was intrigued.

AND THEN THE ENDING???? THE KNIGHT???????? I WAS ON THE EDGE OF MY SEAT, IT WAS SO COOL!!

AND THEN THE UNDYNE CAMEO??? I CHEERED WHEN I SAW HER, HYPING HER UP AFTER YEARS OF KNOWING HOW ABSOLUTELY BADASS SHE IS- ONLY FOR HER TO GET Immediately kidnapped,,,,, F in the chat for Undyne /lh

I was absolutely LOSING MY MINDDDDD but, that was nothing compared to Chapter 4.

While 3 had all my best laughs and fangirling, Chapter 4 was... wow, was really something else.

First- the Toriel outfit jumpscare?? Yeah that spooked me too /lh UNDERTALE MENTION I GUESS??

Also the church location? Beautiful ^^ The singing? EXCELLENT. THE SHYREN CAMEO???? WAS UP AND OUT OF MY CHAIR TEARING MY SHIRT OFF TO REVEAL A SECRET T-SHIRT THAT SAID "I LOVE SHYREN"

I had lots of fun seeing the church shenanigans, then the subsequent town shenanigans ^^

Keir and I visited the Castle town shortly after, and ough,,, ralsei,,,,,

and then we went to Noelle's house! Super cute and fun until it uh. wasn't. (we had to vent sighs) Asgore being in Noelle's house was uh... sus as all hell. Got me very intrigued ^^ <3 The closet duel had me cackling each time Keir got swatted XD Anddddd Carol. Wow. She lived up to her looming presence and then some.

We got kicked out and I think we went to the church next? And GOD SEEING GERSON FOR THE FIRST TIME, I WAS LOSING IT. I LOVE GERSON GUYS TRUST I was super excited, absorbing every piece of lore and dialogue I could get from this guy! The prophecy stuff, as well as his perspective on it all, really spoke to me ^^ In his secret battle (?), his talk about how the author of the book series "stopped because it became something entirely too big for them" really,,, hit home haha Also Jackostein spooked me at first when he did the "YOU'RE TAKING TOO LONG" stuff, but then it just kept derailing XDDD I completely lost it when he said "YOU'RE TOO TOO" and just handed the too too to us LMAOOOOO

The reveal that he was already dead was something I knew since Chapter 1, so I was not too terribly surprised. Still bummed me out though :(

And then the darker reflection of the world creeped me out just a tiny bit? It was still fun though.

The reveal that Kris is simply a flesh cage confirmed some stuff for me, but then more questions arose with Susie's destiny. What did Susie see that we didn't??? So curious...

AND THEN THE FUCKING TITAN APPEARING??? GODDDD

That fight was tough, but so, so cool!! We finished up everything (Kris is... really sus as hell. I don't know who's side they're on anymore).

and god... It's raining somewhere else? It hit like a truck. Not for the reason people would expect (I stare directly at a wonderful indie fan-game, Act to Flirt by @/zirkkun-games)

But yeah... it was really a somber and climatic ending...

AND THEN.

AND THEN FUCKING

SANS FUCKING UNDERTALE DELTARUNE MOTHER FUCKER

IS SHAKING HIS ASS WITH OUR MOM?????

yeah nah I couldn't think of a better ending lol

TLDR; I LOVE TENNA, Chapter 3 was super fun, Chapter 4 piqued my curiosity, sans mention

So yeah, those were my unfiltered thoughts about the whole thing <3 Thank you so much for reading ^^

[your-ne1ghbor]

I love your art! Do you have more doodles of Star and Asha?

Awww tysm annoymous user!! I'm glad you like my art :D

👹Also I do have more doodles of the pookies im so glad you asked heheh👹

Heres some older ones I never posted:

(Star Boy is battling a astroid if you cant tell hehe)

And here is some newer ones I never posted:

one from that one post @spectator-zee did:

Giggling I love them

I haven't been drawing them much lately tho as much as i shouls because the royals have been invading my brain for the past 3 months so likeeee😭

But I have a reason for why tbhhh but I cant say anything because thats spoilers

Not only that but I do gatekeep a lot of my wish stuff sometimes, like I got a ton of wish stuff but I never uploaded it like this practice animatic of Welly Boots (so Asha coded ahhh) for example:

IN MY DEFENCE FOR THAT ANIMATIC, I HAVE NOT DONE A ANIMATIC IN A WHILE I WAS TYRNA GET BACK INTO IT WITH THIS ONE AHHHHHH

(ALSO YES I HAVE BEEN ADDICTED TO THE AMAIZNG DEVIL KILL ME-)

Sighh So many of their songs I can just tie them back to the characters it just pains me.

Also a lot of the doodles I have of them is pretty much plot related or sum. Which is why I didn't really upload them. Plus it is pretty contrived too like some of it is just there to get ideas out of my head lol

This includes some writing promts, but I won't upload them anytime soon since they are just spits of ideas yk?

Anyways yeaha thats all I got for now I hope you enjoy them :33

[bleed-more]

My Updated Headcanons for Seth Wilson

Since a lot of my attention is on Seth right now, I'm writing some updated headcanons for him with things I've learned over the past 4 years! I'm starting with my HCs with evidence and will write my HCs without evidence later >:3c

HEADCANONS WITH EVIDENCE:

- Seth's dog name is Link (Joseph mentioned in a livestream that's Seth the actor's dog's name so in typical MH fashion I imagine dog actor Link also plays dog character Link)

- Seth is about as tall as Brian (this isn't even really a hc but I used to draw him short so I wanted to clear that up)

- Seth did all the TTA entries that include fried images and red motifs (based off of Night Mind's theory that Tim-themed entries are black and white, Brian-themed entries are stereoscopic, and Seth-themed entries are deep-fried/red. They used these colors to both communicate who's speaking AND to let the recipient know who the message is for.)

- Seth used to be Christian but fell out of it by Season 2 (I think Seth is responsible for all the Christian iconography in the first season i.e. stigmata, ark, deluge, etc. considering neither Brian nor Tim were part of TTA yet, and he slowly abandons that faith because.......)

- ...Seth thinks he is a messiah of some kind (from TTA's "Forecast" where he says "AMIAPROPHET." [TW DEAD ANIMALS & ANIMAL CRUELTY FR PLS READ WITH CAUTION] Forecast uses footage from the USSR's "Experiments in the Revival of Organisms: 1940" in which you see a disembodied dog's lung being inflated and deflated by a machine in an effort to keep a dismembered dog's head alive. I don't think it's a coincidence TTA used a dismembered dog to refer to Seth ((or what Seth has become)) and that Seth is both alive(-ish) and has saved others from death, but only in the same fucked up corrupted way you see in the USSR's footage. Which leads me to...)

[END TW]

- ...Seth is trapped somewhere between the line of life and death and is sticking around for the unfinished business of revenge killing Alex (in the TTA entries, while many things are convoluted and unclear, one thing that is very consistent is TTA's hatred of Alex. Seth is vengeful for the death of himself, the attempted and successful murders of his friends. From TTA's "Decay" where Seth is clearly addressing Alex, he says "HE[Jay] WILL LEAD ME[Seth] TO YOU[Alex], LEAD ME TO DEATH[because his job will be done then], LEAD ME TO THE ARK[salvation and an end to his and Alex's suffering])

- Seth is the one responsible for Brian, Tim, and Jay surviving during Alex's first murder attempt (Alex couldn't bring himself to *actually* kill his friends back in 2006, so he lured them to the park and used blunt force trauma to knock them unconscious hoping leaving them for dead out in the park would be enough. Seth, however, had already caught on that something was wrong after Sarah's disappearance (I am going to write a whole thing about this eventually hehehe) and so he knew to be at the park, and after Alex left them, Seth made sure they were safe (there is also info I have here about a lake but that's worth a whole other post, send an ask if you're curious <3)

- And finally, Seth had been well ahead of everyone else in figuring out what was going on (Seth was the camera and tech guy, so it would make sense he would be the first to see what's happening on these cameras, and investigating what might be causing all of this. Seth was the one who coined the term OPERATOR. He understood Alex's actions were being influenced by this creature Seth was seeing while editing Marble Hornets. And I also think Alex knew Seth was catching onto his murder attempts, and that's why Alex took no chances and shot Seth (the first instance of Alex using a gun in the series) instead of hitting him over the head with a pipe and leaving him for the Operator like the others.)

I WOULD LOVE TO KNOW WHAT YOU THINK AND IF YOU GUYS HAVE ANY OF YOUR OWN THEORIES THIS WAS REALLY FUN TO WRITE AND I CANT WAIT TO MAKE PART 2 <3

[ashestxr]

Get to know your mutuals: tag game

AAAAA thank you @wishchip106 for tagging me :]]

ive never done something like this so this was super fun hehehe

What's the origin of your blog title?

my name is ashe and i wanted a reason to sign my name with a star as the "a" 😀 but then i thought "ashestar" looked stupid so i added an x LMAO (and then only AFTER all that did i name my fursona star 😔)

OTP(s) + Shipname:

riddlebird/nygmobblepot has been my special interest for almost 3 years !! :]

but of course cherik has been very quickly been making its way up to being as special for me

Favourite colour:

green and purple !! (hmm i wonder why... 🤔) and is it too cheesy to say ive grown fond of orange now?? 😭

Favourite game:

i have a lot !! i mostly like story games so they can be difficult to play over and over but heres a few of them: a hat in time, the stanley parable, the portal games, any lego games, undertale and deltarune, and oneshot !!

and then of course theres also minecraft, the sims, and stardew valley that have easier replay value :]]

Song stuck in your head:

shes my collar by gorillaz !! (thank you lev for making me remember how much i love this song LMAO)

Weirdest habit/trait?

i pace all the time. anytime i have something i need to think about i will start pacing to get my thoughts going 😭 i can literally pace for hours at a time doing nothing else. its a huge time waster 😭😭

Hobbies:

reading, playing video games, dnd, uhhhh i mean i guess drawing and writing? oh and renpy as well even if i barely understand it

If you work, what's your profession?

im currently an assistant at a sewing shop !!

If you could have any job you wish, what would it be? Realistically?

god, is youtuber an option? its been something ive fantasized about since i was a kid but i dont have the self drive or passion to be able to do it tbh 😭 honestly, my dream job is something that pays well and doesnt involve talking to people often

Something you're good at:

id like to say writing !! even though i dont do it often ive always felt like it comes naturally to me (apart from being really slow at it) and ive had other people tell me the same. but apparently im really good at walking quietly as well !! im constantly scaring people cause they dont realize im in the same room 😭

Something you're bad at:

talking to people 😀 im getting better at doing it online, but irl? i will literally freeze up and stare at you if i dont know what to say 😭

Something you love:

lev, my wonderful platonic boyfriend 💚🧡 hehehe :]]

but also my cat, my dnd party, all of the fandoms ive been in (and the people ive met through them), uhhh idk theres lots of other things but i kinda just turned this into a people oriented answer LMAO

Something you could talk about for hours off the cuff:

literally anything ive ever been passionate about. ever. bring up an old special interest from my childhood? prepare for me to remember things in real time while im telling you about it. ask me about a story i came up with? i will yap your ear off for hours, and then some after that. i have way too many words for someone who has barely any friends LMAO

Something you hate:

blueberries 😠 (but more seriously, people who are rude for no reason or arent understanding of the more disabling aspects of my autism 😭im trying my hardest, okay??)

Something you collect:

jigsaw puzzles !! i have over a hundred :]

also random things relating to my special interests and hyperfixations but those arent as impressive

Something you forget:

everything 😀 i have adhd so my object permanence is GOD AWFUL and i barely remember my childhood 😭

What's your love language?

quality time !!!

Favourite movie/show:

oh boy... theres so many but starting with tv shows:

gotham, doctor who/torchwood, good omens, gravity falls, bojack horseman, and community !! (and probably a few others im forgetting...)

and then im actually not a huge fan of movies so the only ones i can think of off the top of my head are xmen first class/days of future past and scott pilgrim 😭

but since theres no section for more internet based stuff im also a huge fan of hermitcraft/life series, starkid musicals, the magnus archives, and generation loss :]]]

Favourite food:

shrimp !! but a big comfort food of mine is chicken and rice with sweet chili sauce

Favourite animal:

foxes, snakes, penguins, and cats !!!

What were you like as a child?

simultaneously very obnoxious and extremely shy (so basically the most typical undiagnosed autistic childhood ever LMAO)

Favourite subject at school?

english (big surprise there) but math was always super fun for me when i actually understood what was happening LMAO

Least favourite subject:

hmm.... history? but that might have to do with the fact that i was homeschooled so it was a super christianized version of it ://

What's your best character trait?

idk id like to say im pretty laid back. like if someone needs something from me ill go help or if someone im hanging out with wants to do something different i wont complain !! i just like being with the people i love :]

What's your worst character trait?

mmm everything i want to say are things that are caused by my audhd and it feels weird to say that for this question.. :// honestly, it might be a case of my best character trait also being my worst cause i have a hard time letting people know when im not alright with something because im a people pleaser

If you could change any detail of your life right now, what would it be?

i have been wanting to get my drivers license for over 2 years now and have made no progress 😀 honestly its one of the only things keeping me living with my parents but i still cant find the motivation to work seriously towards it

that and the fact that im so far apart from the love of my life :[[ but theres not much that can be done about that right now im afraid

If you could travel in time, who would you like to meet?

would it be dumb to say my younger self? cause i think it would be super healing for me if i was able to tell him that things get better :[

i dont have very many mutuals and i also dont know whos done this already so im just gonna tag these people and hope that its okay 😭 @monaetheworldsdestroyer @eriknocherikyes @osi-inn @ghostboy512 @alien--cookie @nyang-cheng @disasterhals

@autistic-billcipher (i know you were tagged in the post i was tagged in i just thought you would want to see this hehehe)

[mcytscienceside]

Some questions for the Purgatory Royal AU :D

(most of them will be Soulfire related, because I love Soulfire so so much)

• You said Eggs will be a part of it. What about new ones? Do you plan to include them as well?

• Is Tubbo in any way connected to Chayanne and Tallulah? Considering that I assume him and Phil are not close.

• Are they all human + angel Phil? Or their canonical species are still included?

• What’s Niki’s role in the Soulfire Kingdom?

• Are their kingdom/bases aesthetic similar to the Purgatory? I dont mean the whole mountains/jungles/etc bit, I mainly mean if their bases specifically influenced your visions and designs (does Soulfire still have the prettiest kingdom?))))))))

• Are Bagi and Bad friends?

• If it’s not too much, tell me about Tubbo’s dynamics with as many characters as you want. I love the idea of him as a young king just trying his best, and I adore most of the dynamics he has in canon, so I just want to hear more (especially for Blue Co-leaders and CritDuo)

SOULFIRE SWEEP!! HEHEH...once more this got away from me so have a read more XD

New eggs are planned to be introduced later on! I haven't decided how just yet but I feel like a lot of the newer eggs will make intresting dynamics with all the kingdoms still being mid-war with each other basically. Tubbo's not connected to the two here in this au, sadly, I'd love to have them meet but he's not their godfather. Though work with me here, non-canon to this au for rn, but Tubbo on a diplomatic mission and suddenly meeting these two kids not realizing their Phil's. Just acting like he does with any child and their instantly enamored by the young man. CANONICAL HYBRID AND SPECIESSS, I can't make any au even slive of life where everyone is human, it's not my speed. Everyone in this has some kinda weird hybrid traits or otherwise something special for me and me alone. Niki's role to me in much of the soulfire streams wasn't agriculture or fighting but in general she was very much a scout. I can see her being very stealthy and trying to stay hidden while spying or scouting ahead of any party. Oh yes!! bases definitely had an influence but since these kingdoms have been around for a long while it means they're a lot more developed in their aesthetics! Soulfire definitely still has that warm glow to it that the og base had. I need to draw like a small room from each of these kingdoms and how it would look! maybe the kings rooms? That might be fun! :D Bagi and Bad are friends, or well as close as you can get at first when a demon council member finds you flirting with his co-worker. He found out quickly that Bagi and Tina have a thing and has been an annoyance since but he did also vouch for bagi and the other half of ggn when they came for help from Soulfire. TUBBO TIME HEHE. Lets start with co-leaders! Bad def gets on tubbo's nerves at first, trying to 'assist' him as a new king, however the two regularly are on the same wavelength about issues. Though bad does sometimes go extreme in his methods...Bad also is the one to regularly train Tubbo and give him the latest gadgets for battle. Tina meanwhile is constantly updating Tubbo on whats going on in the internals of soulfire, she's his eyes and ears for the base, she's one of his right hands and he knows that if he asks her for something she will have it done as fast as she can. Tubbo and Etoiles where good friends, seeing as Etoiles was already close to Aypierre, the two of them have known each other for longer than Tubbo has been king. He looks up to Etoiles in certain things and has always enjoyed one upping the other king in other regards. They where the honorable fighters, the ones who always kept their morlas, they where the two who understood each other in battle. Their relationship however takes a huge hit when Etoiles joins Bolas, even if he's still the honorable fighter, Tubbo won't forgive him for what he did. Tubbo's relation to the other king, Phil, is far more...strange. Phil of course has a poor relationship with Soulfire but when it comes to Tubbo the angel seems to view him in a semi-positive light. Tubbo is young, stubborn, and full of life. He would do amazing things if not cooped up with soulfire. Phil will eventually extend a hand to Tubbo, to go the same way as GGN, to give everything up for the freedom he promises. Another relationship I really wanna explore for him is his relationship to Aypierre. Since I kinda wanna keep a semi-antagonistic vibe they have in canon but in the lighthearted way they have pranks and jabs. It's not until things get very scary that they start fighting but for the most part I want them to feel like real brothers. They will jab, tease, prank and yell at each other but in the end Aypierre will always want Tubbo to be safe and protected. Tubbo will also always want his brother safe and away from anymore accidents (we can't keep building robots!!) Hope this was good!! It def is long I have a lot of ideas for this !!!

[little-red-fool]

Another question for you hehehe How does Jackal feel about his body? Does he care about the scars? And how was his recovery after the explosion going? (Btw, did he meet Ocelot befor or after it?)

Ehe thank you :3c

Jackal met Ocelot 10 years after the explosion, which happened during his first mission as a merc. He was far enough from the explosion to not be dealt any fatal or serious injuries, however he was still close enough to get hit by a shit ton of flying glass which caused a lot of lacerations and punctures over his body (most of these were on his front and left side of his body, as well as his right forearm, due to how he tried to turn away and shield his face from the explosion—my drawings are slightly inaccurate though because I just tend to put the scars wherever lmao)(the slice in his left ear and cheek is also from the explosion). A lot of the wounds were quite shallow so none of his vital organs were hit but there were some deeper ones especially around his upper arm, side, and thigh that required a lot of stitches so his physical recovery time was probably around a month since some of the larger and deeper wounds took longer to heal.

The mental aspect of his recovery took a bit longer—he’d served in the military for 10 years prior to becoming a merc but even then he’d gotten through it with barely a scratch, maybe a couple scars here and there but they were usually small and easy to cover. Which is quite a big difference to having your body become a mosaic of scars that are difficult to hide, and the pain was probably the worst thing he’d ever felt as well. Even after being physically recovered for some time he didn’t go on any missions for a while due to the fear of something like that happening to him again. He still has nightmares about it but it doesn’t bother him as much and he’ll talk about it a bit if asked but he doesn’t like to go into detail.

As for how he feels about his scars, when they were newer he was very insecure about them—Jackal’s always been a little vain (so as to how he feels about his body in general—👍) and gaining that many scars all over his body pretty much overnight was quite upsetting for him, so he’d try to cover them up the best he could, like always wearing long sleeves and trousers, and it’s also the reason he grew out his hair, so he could hide his ear and cheek better. But yeah the explosion damaged his self-esteem quite a bit. I think him getting shot in the mouth later on actually helped him feel differently about his scars, because that could have killed him, it shattered part of his skull and ripped out one of his teeth, but he still survived with scaring and got a metal plate in his skull with a replacement tooth that could be used as a weapon. After that he started viewing his scars more as ‘well I’m a really tough guy to fucking kill, if I can survive that I can survive anything’. It also got him to feel better about his previously derogatory nickname “jackal” which he got in the army for his cowardice and untrustworthiness, but turns out jackals are notoriously tricky and apparently known to “cheat death” so it’s something else he started to wear with pride too. I’ve mentioned previously in another post but the explosion was how he got the “Glass” part of his nickname “Glass Jackal”. Now he actually quite likes his scars as again they’re proof of how difficult he is to kill, and he’s comfortable with showing them now which is why he can wear tank tops without feeling insecure. He does get a few stares and questions because even for a soldier he’s got quite a lot of scars, and it does annoy him a little but he also thinks it adds some mystery and an intimidation factor which he’s alright with.

[sakamoto-gays]

🌹🌹 !!

Hi!!! thank you so much for your ask heheh

Since you sent two roses and i've been working on various wips, have two snippets!

First one is from an uzurion oneshot i hope i'll finish soon... it's mostly a study of their relationship, and i loved torturing Uzuki in it (i'm sorry babygirl)

Instead, Uzuki was a fool. A self-defined one.

Belief came way too easy to him; but belief, like hope, could be intoxicating, always ending up clouding his senses and promising him the moon, until it mercilessly cut his hesitant wings right as his fingers brushed against its dusty, desired surface.

His faith was always misplaced, and it inevitably only ended up hurting him and those he tried to protect.

While this other one is from the natsushin alnst au! I swear i've been working on it, but it's developing reeeeeally slowly mxsncjsjch

There was something truly cruel in how addictive the voices of every contestant were, drawing his head towards the screen like the call of a siren - only for him to not be able to draw his eyes away quickly enough when the performance ended, denying him the bliss of ignorance. Did the aliens feel that too? Just like Natsuki couldn’t help but always turn towards the melodious voices, no matter how painful the aftermath would be, were they irresistibly drawn towards that blood like their whole existence depended on it? Was it instinct? To always strive towards what they loved the most?

Maybe it was the only thing that kept them alive.

This au is still very messy, it started with me thinking about ivantill as natsushin but i somehow ended up with more post round 6 (Mafuyu) angst than the actual round hahah, but anyway here's a little peek at Natsuki's thoughts...👀

Again thank you so much for the ask!! I love yapping about my wips xksndndjd

[ryuichirou]

Recent artworks related asks!

Since we got quite a lot of them, and my replies to these are rather short, I hope it’s okay for me to put them all in one post.

If I missed your message, I am super sorry! Thank you to everyone for your lovely words and for your support. Every asks we receive makes our day hehehe.

Alright, let’s go-

Anonymous asked:

Azul 100% had to put a leash on Idia so he wouldn’t run off, like a fucking backpack kid or hyperactive dog

(This is about this art)

Putting Idia on a leash would have been so much easier… 😔 He is so energetic and fast whenever he wants to run away from something.

Anonymous asked:

*Sees Deuce's injuries* How did he got hurt?

(This is about this art)

Oh, it’s just some dirt.

It was meant to be a post-Vargas camp thing, but honestly, these two can get into this kind of situation anytime by their own lol

Anonymous asked:

MY FIRST THOUGHT WHEN I SAW YOUR ADEUCE ART WAS "OMG SOMNO", IT DIDN'T EVEN OCCUR TO ME THAT ACE COULD ALSO BE SLEEPING

(This is about this art)

LOL ANON  YOUR KINK IS SHOWING it’s okay, Ace being asleep doesn’t change the fact that he can do stuff in his sleep…or that he isn’t pretending to be asleep lol

Honestly it’s a shame that we haven’t done anything somno-related yet.

(We do have one ask about this topic if I remember correctly, it’ll take some time for me to reply... )

Anonymous asked:

Truth to be told, ever since you posted an art of Jack and Deuce that says Jack will rail Deuce, I really can't wait to truly see Jack rail against Deuce. 😍😍😍

(This is about this art)

Today I learned the crucial difference between railing someone and railing against someone LOL

Honestly, Jack could do both, he is both righteous and horny enough.

I would love to draw a nsfw of them one day…

Anonymous asked:

Jade looks at mushrooms like Sebastian looks at cats

(This is about this art)

True, true. Well, it’s not his fault that mushroom are so perfect…

Anonymous asked:

Neige gives the vibes that he’d ask to redo the kissing scene several times cause ‘it didn’t feel right’ or something. Meanwhile Vils over here like nope it was fine can i pls leave

(This is about this art)

Ahh, the perfectionism~ And one and only moment in Vil’s life when he suffers from other person’s perfectionism and wants to leave things as they are lol Neige should get his chance and get all the kisses in the world from Vil while he still can!

[sosilliest]

just realized i never did an intro post, so here it is!!

HI!!!! My name is Roddy or Rodimus!

I got into transformers really recently and I want to get into more of the iterations (and make my own… hehehe) but i switch through them quite often! I love G1 and IDW MTMTE despite not having finished either one. Don’t let this discourage you from sending asks from things like TFA, TFP, RID, or literally any other iteration!

I have very little experience with drawing mecha, but i’ve been getting into it ever since i got into transformers so it’ll evolve eventually </3

Drawing Ask Rules!!

I might take a while to get to them but i LOVE asks so feel free to send me some! I always love drawing new characters too, so feel free to send one I haven’t even posted art of yet.

I can try to draw ships, but i’m not very good at drawing multiple characters in one drawing. I want to practice though so this is quite encouraged!

What i WILL do:

Suggestive art

Angst

Y/N or “viewer” art

OCs!!! feel free to send em in and I’ll gladly try my hand at them!!

pretty much anything unless it’s on my Wont do list… which, speaking of..

What i WON’T do:

Hardcore NSFW/Fetish/Kink stuff! No issue with people who do obviously just not what I want to post on my blog ^^

Gore (things like blood and whatnot are alright!)

minimus ambus art (THIS IS A JOKE!!!)

If you have any questions about this list, don’t be afraid to comment, dm or send an ask!

TY FOR READING!!!

[winnielanddd]

Let Me Bring Back My Moon Pt. 2

Kim Seokjin x wife!F Reader

Summary: Jin and Y/N are working hard towards their futures. They meet some bumps along their journey as a married couple. However, Y/N is met with a difficult challenge. Will she be able to overcome this challenge without Jin by her side?

Warnings: none! Just some cute moments...for now hehehe >:3

Word Count: ~2.2k

Read Part 1 Here!

Link to Masterlist Here!

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A month passed since that eventful night. Y/N started to feel more at ease now that her presentation to the CEO was almost complete. Jin, on the other hand, was preparing with his members for a comeback and other international events. Things started to feel calm for the married couple.

“Morning jagi. How’d you sleep?” Jin asked, poking his head out of the kitchen to see a sleepy Y/N walking out of their shared room. 

“My head hurts a little. I probably have to change to a better pillow,” Y/N frowned as she went to give Jin a good morning hug and kiss. 

“My poor jagi,” he teased before planting one more kiss on the top of her head, “Don’t worry. Get ready. I made us some grilled mackerel to eat. We can go to the pharmacy to get you some painkillers after we eat.”

Y/N turned her head to look at the fish. Something about the look of the cooked fish made her want to gag. It wasn’t until the smell got to her nose, making Y/N cover her mouth. 

“Jagi? What’s wrong? Are you—” Before Jin could finish his sentence, Y/N ran to the bathroom, feeling the urge to throw up. Bile left her mouth as she continued to gag in the toilet. Jin came running after her, holding her hair up and brushing loose strands away from her face. 

Y/N gasped, trying to catch her breath. “Jagi, you should call in sick today. We can go to the hospital to get you checked. I’ll call in today too,” Jin suggested.

“No…no it’s okay. I probably ate something bad yesterday.”

“Let’s just get you checked out anyways. Just to be sure.” Jin rubbed Y/N’s back, providing some comfort for her as she pondered her decision. She gave him a small nod before flushing the toilet and cleaning herself up.

At the hospital, Jin and Y/N were patiently waiting to be called in. “Don’t worry. We’ll be in and out in no time,” Jin reassured his wife, rubbing his thumb over the top of her hand. 

“Park Y/N, we’re ready to see you now,” a nurse called out in the waiting room. Y/N and Jin followed the nurse into a small examination room. “We’re going to ask you some questions and run some tests before giving you a diagnosis today. What symptoms have you been having lately?

“I’ve just been throwing up all morning. I woke up with some soreness and a headache.”

“Okay, have you been sexually active recently within the past few months?”

Y/N’s face felt flushed as she nodded, “Yes.”

“Okay, are you currently taking any medication or on any medication?”

“No.”

“Okay. Ms. Park, we are going to run some tests just to be sure. I’m going to draw some blood from you if that’s okay. We’ll give you a call to come back to get your results.”

Y/N nodded, giving Jin’s hand a squeeze while the nurse prepared to draw some of her blood. Y/N felt like it took an eternity to draw her blood although it was fairly quick. 

“All done, Ms. Park. As mentioned, we’ll give you a call when results are ready. Have a good day!” The nurse led the couple to the exit of the hospital, bidding farewell to the lovebirds. 

“Let me make you some seaweed soup Jagi. You haven’t eaten all day.” Jin gave Y/N a warm, reaffirming smile as they journeyed home. Once home, Y/N reflected back to the hospital visit. All the questions being asked, the blood test. No, it can’t be possible. 

“Am I pregnant?” Y/N accidentally asked out loud, enough for JIn to hear.

“Pregnant? But didn’t we use protection last time?”

“We did, but…I don’t know. Maybe I’m just coming down with the common cold or something,” Y/N tried to reason with herself. 

As a few days passed, Y/N regained her strength, enough to return to work. Jin, on the other hand, always checked in on his wife. He would send her text messages, asking if she had her meals or rested enough. These silly text messages would make her heart flutter. 

Ring ring…ring ring…

“Hello?”

“Hello, Ms. Park? We have your blood test results from XX Hospital. Please come in today to go over your results.”

“Yes. Thank you.” Y/N’s heart was beating loudly in her chest. This was it. The moment she was waiting for. Her phone went off again. This time a text message from her husband.

Jagiya~ I miss you TT^TT. Let’s go out tonight! I’ll be home early today! – My Handsome Husband

Jinnie-ah~ I miss you too~ XX Hospital just called me and told me my results are ready. Would you like to join me? – Jinnie’s wife

REALLY?? I’ll pick you up from work then ^^ See you later beautiful~ – My Handsome Husband

Y/N laughed at Jin’s last text before busying herself with some last minute reports. Before she knew it, she felt a hand on her shoulder. Y/N jolted in her seat. Jin’s laugh echoed in the room, his wife’s reaction catching him off guard. 

“Jesus, Jin. You scared me,” Y/N chuckled. 

“You’ve been so focused on your work, you didn’t even answer my calls.”

“Calls?” Y/N checked her phone and noticed a few missed calls from Jin, “Oh shoot. Sorry jagi.” Y/N pecked Jin’s lips as a form of apology. She quickly cleaned up her desk for the day, grabbing her jacket and purse. “Let’s go Jinnie.”

Hand in hand, they left for the hospital. Now Y/N was really feeling nervous. She hoped it was just nothing but a cold or something. She couldn’t bear any terrible news since her company was hitting their busy season soon. Jin noticed how silent Y/N was and gave her hand a small squeeze. 

“Don’t worry, my love. Whatever the results are, I’m always here for you.” Jin smiled and placed a gentle kiss on the top of her hand. 

The couple checked in to the hospital at the front desk before quickly being led to a small examination room. The doctor came in, greeting the pair. 

“Congratulations Mr. Kim and Ms. Park. You are a little over a month pregnant. Here’s some things you can take with you to help advise you during your pregnancy. We can do your first ultrasound if you’d like.”

Y/N’s jaw dropped as Jin looked surprised and excited. Jin gave Y/N’s hand a squeeze, rubbing his thumb over the top of her hand. A wide smile plastered on her face. “Yes, that would be great actually.”

As the ultrasound took place, Y/N looked over at the monitor and saw a little white spot on the screen. A sign of their love growing in her stomach. 

“Jinnie, there’s our little one,” Y/N spoke, glancing at her husband who now had some tears in his eyes. 

“Yeah, they’re beautiful, Jagi. They’re beautiful.” 

After finishing their appointment and receiving some photos of their first ultrasound, Y/N and Jin went home, excited to share the news with their friends and family. Getting ready for bed, Jin came up behind Y/N, wrapping his arms around her waist. He planted small kisses along her neck and shoulder before resting his chin on it. 

“Thank you, my love.” Jin planted another kiss on her shoulder. 

“Hm? Why the ‘thank you’ so suddenly?” She turned to look at him, confused.

Jin gave her a deep chuckle, placing a kiss on her lips before giving her a smile. “For carrying our little one. A sign of our love,” Jin gently rubbed her stomach, “Let’s call our little one ‘Peanut’. What do you think Jagi?” 

“I like it. Our little Peanut.” Jin gave Y/N another loving kiss before turning her around and crocheting down to her stomach. 

“Hi Peanut. It’s daddy speaking. I don’t think you can hear me yet, but Mommy and I are so excited to see you grow. Treat Mommy well and grow healthy, Peanut,” Jin spoke to Y/N’s stomach and planted a kiss on her stomach. “Let’s go to bed, my love.”

That night, Y/N slept in Jin’s arms, feeling so much love and comfort from him. The news of her pregnancy was a surprise, but she was thankful that a sign of their love was coming to their lives. 

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Before Y/N knew it, months passed. Her stomach was growing as the days went by. She was now peaking 6 months in her pregnancy. Jin’s members always sent little gifts to the couple to congratulate them. From congratulatory flowers to little plushies for Peanut, the guys were just as excited as the couple. Both Jin and Y/N decided to do a gender reveal for Peanut once time came closer. They gave the results to the guys to hold on to until the time was right to do the reveal.

Although their relationship was publicly announced, Jin and Y/N decided to keep their news of pregnancy hidden from new outlets to lessen the stress on Y/N. For her safety, Y/N moved to working from home—which she greatly took advantage of. It was easier for her to wear comfortable clothes and slippers in the house all day instead of business clothes and heels. Jin, on the other hand, continued to go into work, preparing for different modeling gigs and filming a variety of content for their fans. 

It quickly became night for Y/N after a long work day. Meetings after meetings and staring at the computer screen for long hours tired her out. “Oh Peanut, I’m so tired,” she whined while rubbing her now large stomach. In return, Peanut gave a kick as if responding to Y/N’s complaint. Before she could converse more with Peanut, Y/N heard the front door open and close. “Jinnie? Is that you?”

“Jagiya~ I’m home!” Jin went to their office room to find Y/N looking at him while rubbing her stomach. “How are my two wonderful loves today?”

“We’re good,” she responded, giving Jin his usual ‘welcome home’ kiss, “Peanut’s been active as usual. I just finished up work. Have you eaten yet?”

“Not yet. Namjoonie and the guys were actually making dinner. They invited us over. Wanna go?” Jin suggested while changing his clothes to something more comfier. 

“Ooo~ What are they making? I’ve been craving some meat.”

“They said something about grilling—”

“Let’s go!” Jin laughed at Y/N’s enthusiasm, taking her hand into his before grabbing their things and leaving for the shared dorm. On the drive, Y/N continued to rub her stomach, talking to Peanut about visiting their uncles and anticipating good food soon. The little kicks made Y/N giggle; Jin glancing once in a while to see his wife’s interaction with Peanut. If only he could take a snapshot of this beautiful moment. 

Arriving at the dorm, Jin led Y/N in. The guys all welcomed the couple into their home. “Noona! You’re finally here!” J-Hope carefully hugged Y/N. He felt the kicks of Peanut and giggled. “Of course, you too Peanut~”

“Jin Hyung, Namjoonie Hyung and I went to buy some baby clothes for Peanut because we saw them while shopping earlier,” Taehyung said before handing Jin a gift bag. 

“Wah~ You guys are really spoiling Peanut~” Jin laughed and gave his younger members a thumbs up. 

“Yah! Let’s eat! Food is ready!” Jungkook calls out from the kitchen while Yoongi is bringing in the last dish to the dinner table. Y/N took in a whiff of the delicious smells of the different dishes. Her mouth watering at this point. Peanut kicked once again, making Y/N laugh. 

“Okay, okay little one. I’m going. Let’s eat well~”

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Y/N and Jin bid their goodbyes to the guys before heading back home. Y/N’s cravings were definitely filled as she ate to her heart’s content. Jin had a great time, per usual, hanging out with his members, his brothers from another mother, outside of work. 

“I heard that Jiminie is finally talking to that person he’s been trying to go for now,” Jin spoke as he began driving home. 

“Oh yeah? Think they’re gonna be official soon?” 

“Oh yeah, definitely. Once Jiminie has his heart on someone, he’s all for them.” Jin and Y/N shared a few more conversations and laughs on their way home, not realizing a car trailing closely behind them. 

Once they arrived home, Jin opened Y/N’s door side for her, taking her hand to help her out of the car. 

“Why, thank you, kind sir,” Y/N giggled.

“Of course, my lady,” Jin replied back, placing a kiss on top of her hand before walking off to their home to end their evening. 

Little did the couple realize that photos were being taken of them. The media blowing up from the sudden news.

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Author’s Note: Hello my lovelies! I’m soooo sorry for the long awaited Part 2 of this series. I’m still planning out how I want to end it, so this series might be a little longer than I expected. Please show this series a lot of love! I plan on posting one shots in the meantime. Don’t hesitate to send me asks in my ask box too! I would love to get to interact with you all! Enjoy this part! XOXO

-Winnie

[roadkillraat]

Just got home and I came up with this while drawing and practicing TvT (oc x Oc) (edited because i'm fucking tired as it's 6am hehehe <3)

(i don't write alot so i apologize if this isn't the best been a minute since i last did one of these. I also figured out how to do the funky colors hehe) [Spencer is working alone in his lab as Party music is shaking the walls, there is a party being thrown at his facility by the calypsos to gather the bandits in the area to join the cause of the calypsos. They would ask for stuff like this in exchange for him to study them.. one way or another they always convince him to help them in some way..] he looks up at the celling as small debris fall. He began to narrow his eyebrow before going back to work.. or... the best he could at least... Spencer: why do i f*cking anything for those spoiled brats.. does his best to continue to work through the noise as he was getting comfortable His door opens causing him to quickly turn with and Irrited look his gaze becomes confused Felix: u-um.. howdy?..*thick hic accent* the bright colored cowboy with tears in his eyes eyes slowly tips his hat with a faint smile and shaky hands Felix: I-I-I'm sorry- i s-shoulda knocked- who Knows what typa.. crazy contraptions you could... be um... working on.. Spencer:... were you...- crying? felix's eyes widen before he wipes them and shakes his head

Felix: N-No just gliiter... in...my eye?... Spencer: this is pandora.. what bandit is wearing glitter..- felix: The fem ones?..

the two of them stare intently at each other before spencer gets irritated and puts down what he was doing before walking over with a glare almost causing Felix to jump lightly spencer: okay listen kid- I don't care what happened.. but i'm not one forcing someone into a goodtime. It's good when both party's are having fun... spencer presses a button next to felix's head. The back wall behind spencer had opened. feilx looks between him and the doorway.. spencer: I am a mastermind not a monster. i know that look- If i would kill you, i wouldn't had said a word to you Cowboy..That door leads upstairs to my space, which should be abit quieter, there's food and water up there.. and some Tv if your into that sorta thing.. spencer walks over to his table and starts fucking with gadgets again. felix looks at the door, walking towards it stopping before the first step and looking over at spencer who was already working felix: I hate asking questions.. but w-why are you being nice to me?..- spencer: 3 reasons 1. you came in crying, you were already having a bad time, 2. i like the colors of your hat.. bright but suiting, and 3. i'm tired and I'm getting to old to dump bodies.. felix:.... I- thank you- spencer: yea yea- fuck off... don't eat all my food and don't trash it-... *felix nods and soon runs up the stairs and the door closes to the lab. spencer continues to work as he thought* spencer:... *he looks over at a picture frame and his eyes narrow* spencer: huh.. that boy almost looked like... goes silent before shaking head and flipping the frame down and scoffs spencer: who am i kidding...he didn't have the birthmark.... then again he was wearing a bandana.

It woulda been hard to tell..

I would Like to start doing more stuff like this, It would be good bases for comics later down the line :^ idk i'm yapping this is my borderlands yap blog now. Deal wit it UvU