#i'm sorry for being slow with art and stuff

[another-clive-blog]

clive

This started as a "character wearing their worst trauma on their shirt" meme redraw, but then I got too invested lol

So now it's an AU : what if Constance wasn't that rich and Clive had to earn money other ways

[lilliezzzzz-fics]

Dear Noisy Neighbour, !

pairing: streamer!lando norris x insomniac!reader author's note: so, i'm sorry for my abscence, this fic caused me problems and also i've been busy with art stuff!! sorry for being gone for... a month. but!! i hope you enjoy this fic!! gn!reader, no use of y/n warnings: one liiittle (🤏) sex joke, sleeping problems, neighbours-to-something, one flirty remark, that's about it i think word count: 1.8k

You’ve had many sleepless nights, far too many to count. Though none of them were quite as loud as this one. What sounded like banging coming from the wall right beside you, with uncontrollable laughter following suit. Some muffled words that you were too tired to make sense of, more laughter, and clicking on a keyboard.

You turn in your bed, groaning into your pillow. You assumed that the… Friendly ruckus was caused by your newly moved-in neighbor, who you only knew of because of the endless amount of moving boxes placed in the building's corridor. The mess was no problem, you knew moving would always be a messy process, so you thought nothing of it. On the contrary, you somewhat looked forward to meeting the mystery neighbor.

But now you couldn’t say those positive feelings remained. Not when he was yelling at the top of his lungs at 2 in the morning. You couldn’t even fathom why he was even up now. Quite frankly, you don’t want to either. With his yelling and groaning, only two things were coming to mind, either he was getting killed, or he was… Well, honestly you’d rather not think about it.

The darkness in your room is a familiar comfort, although you always swear there’s movement hiding beneath it somehow. Groggily, you sit up, swinging your legs off of your bed. Your feet search the floor underneath them, trying to find the warm slippers usually placed there. Once you find them, you messily slide your feet into them, almost putting them on the wrong way.

Your steps are slow, almost dragging your feet across your bedroom floor to find the lamp sitting on your desk. Your hand feels the cold surface, finding the button to turn it on. Soon the room is slightly illuminated by its warm glow, a yellowish light brushing the walls. Though it wasn’t peaceful, still, with your neighbour yelling clear enough that you could hear it. He’s yelling at some guy, Max, about some… Enemy?

Perhaps you should give him a knock. Like a friendly not-so-friendly reminder that he doesn’t live alone in this building. Or maybe that’s too rude.

You find yourself grumbling in the chair, unsure of what to do. You couldn’t go to bed just yet, since he was still awake, but you didn’t want to just sit around. Also, you really wanted to do something about the noise. You don’t think you’d live another day if this continued for days on end. However, you had no clue how to tell him off. You could of course just confront him, but you didn’t have the energy to potentially get into an argument at this time of night, so that was out of the question. Maybe you could get your landlord to tell him off? No, actually. That’s probably a bit too harsh. 

A sigh escapes you. You had zero clue on what to do. You slide open a drawer, rummaging through it for something to keep you entertained for the night. It’s unorganized, with different junk and scrap scattered amongst the material stored there.

In the drawer, your eyes land on a bright yellow notepad, which gives you an idea of how to tell your new neighbour off without being too rude.

You take out the notepad, as well as a pen you found lying inside the drawer. The pen gives off a soft click as you pop the cap off. It takes you a while to figure out what to write, and multiple attempts or ideas are quickly scrapped and thrown into the bin placed beside your desk. Eventually, you land on a note that goes as follows:

Dear Noisy Neighbour, 

I hope you find your new place to your liking! It’s nice to have someone new in the building, but you’re causing quite a ruckus. There are a lot of  people who are trying to or are currently sleeping,  so please tone it down! - your new neighbour :) 

You grab the note, shuffling out of your chair and out of your bedroom. You had to squint as you made your way towards your front door, making sure not to trip over anything, or yourself for that matter. You unlock the door, reaching for the handle and creaking the door open. The corridor was dark, almost tranquil, as you stepped out into it. Although it’s kind of cold.

Though, loud laughter interrupts the short peace you had, reminding you why you were out here in the first place. You turn to his door, stepping around the boxes placed at your feet like you’re finding your way through a maze. You stop in front of his door, the noise even louder now that you’re up close. His British accent is far clearer, and you can somewhat distinguish what he’s talking about.

For a moment, you just stand there as if you’re unsure of what to do. Honestly, you feel kind of silly standing here in the dark and telling someone off via stationary. The pitch-black of the corridor envelops you in a brief silence—until your neighbour's yelp makes you nearly jump out of your skin.

You steel yourself as you press the bright yellow note onto his wooden door, the bottom curling upward slightly. You press down on the note, flattening it with your palm. His boisterous laughter once again rings through the silent night and you physically flinch, stepping back from the door to calm your beating heart. Your eyes narrow, and your nose crinkles at his unashamed volume.

You take a step back, eyes scanning over the bright yellow patch now present on his front door. It stands out even in the dark of the night, and you’re honestly a little afraid. You couldn’t imagine how he would reply to it. Maybe he’d be pissed. Well, you’re already here; better not to regret anything.

Lando wasn’t sure what to make of the passive-aggressive note stuck to his front door. The letters were smudged and it was slightly crinkled in the corners, with a smiley face in the corner trying its best to show some friendliness. It usually would amuse him, but this time for some odd reason, it didn’t. If he were honest, he only felt bad. Clearly, he hadn’t made a good first impression on whoever made it.

Gently, he peeled the note off of the door and put it in his pocket. He’ll have to put it up somewhere so he remembers to keep quiet during streams. His steps back into the apartment are sluggish; his mind drifting off. The blue light from his computer screen makes his eyes hurt as he retreats to his bedroom. He winces, stepping towards his screen and pulling out the note—pressing it to the top left corner of his middle monitor.

He doesn’t think of it at the moment, but his hand rests lingering—fingertips brushing against the slightly crumpled paper. His raised arm falls to his side as he crumbles into his chair like a man defeated. 

Staying up too late like this isn’t good for him; his mind won’t stop running. He shouldn’t let a small note affect him like this, especially not when it’s something as easy to fix as this. Hell—he’s a streamer—he’s used to things like this. People who he didn’t know commenting on how obnoxious he was. He shouldn’t care. But he does. 

It’s stupid, really. But as he sits in his chair he can’t help but run scenarios in his head, playing out different ways to apologise. Maybe he could get his neighbour a gift? Maybe he should put all the boxes that’d been left in the hallway into his apartment (which he should’ve done the moment he got here, it’d slipped his mind—he swears). Maybe he could even bake them something—or well, not with his baking skills—he has to do something.

The clock ticking in his room turns into background noise as time slips through him; no longer aware of the passage of the time. Minutes turn into hours as guilt continues to reside in his body like a leech, sucking away all his other thoughts. He only realises how long he’s been awake when the birds chirping outside his window brings him back.

He sighs—not of relief—but of an overwhelm he can’t seem to describe. The slight creak of his chair when he leans back seems louder than ever—his curls that tickle the back of his neck feeling like it’s giving him a rash, despite them being so soft.

His hands reach into the drawer he’d left open for some reason, hands brushing over the notebook that he intended to use as a journal; however that intention didn’t last. But now he thought of something else he could use it for. Shuffling it out of the already filled drawer, he slips it in front of the keyboard. He slips out a pencil and hovers it over the open notebook. He thought of something to write, but then—it doesn’t fit. Writing, scrapping, then re-writing. Over and over til he finds something that fits. And eventually, he does.

A script that he thinks that he could rehearse to the person complaining, a formal apology. He rises a little too quickly out of his chair, stumbling when he stands. Shuffling through his bedroom, in the same pajamas he put on when he thought to sleep, he exits into his main living area; rehearsing the scripted apology in unintelligible mumbles. 

With his eyes still on the paper—and his handwriting that looks closer to incoherent scribbles—he steps into his slippers and opens his door. 

The loud creak that the door emits when he exits usually would put him off, but he doesn’t pay attention, his mumbles sounding like the ramblings of a madman. His steps are deliberate as he walks through the maze of boxes and he’s just a few steps away from his next-door neighbours apartment when he hears the cough of a person a bit too close for comfort.

His eyes drift up to find yours.

The man in front of you looks messy. Not the clean type of messy that you’d expect, no, but a messy that only a rugged, distressed man could be. He looks only a breath away from breaking down. His pupils are dilated and theres a flustered expression on his face as his eyes meet yours, and he mutters an: “oh fuck”. 

A curl springs in front of his face as he stumbles to start speaking, “I, uh- shit. Uhm, I’m sorry for being noisy, I didn’t realise that- uhm, I didn’t realise my impact on the others in the building-”

You can’t help but laugh—his expression is a little pitiful as his lips tremble with something you could only call guilt.

“You don’t need to be so formal,” you smile, hand brushing the back of your neck, “I only wanted you to be a bit quieter.”

God, he was incredibly cute. 

“Ah.” His cheeks reddened as he breathed out. Long and heavy, “Well, I’m sorry.”

His mouth opens to probably say something else—maybe another dumbfounded apology—or maybe something else, but he closes it once again with a small smile on his face, and red brushing his cheeks.

“Well, just keep the note in mind, for future nights, okay?” you flash him a grin, “I’ll see you around, cutie.” 

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credits: @/cafekitsune for the dividers <3

[marsprincess889]

Yoni animal observations

I did something similar with nakshatras. This is them in a very simple way. This is based on traditional associations as well as my own observations of real life and art. 💕 The word "yoni", as well as meaning the female reproductive organ, also means "origin". Yoni animal represents the instinct of the nakshatra and ultimately, reveals its true core nature.

Also, disclaimer: it's very sad that I have to say this, and apologies if you're not one of those people, but if you're going to correct anything in this post by writing one or more long paragraphs of why you think I'm wrong, you might as well just start your own blog or make your own post about the subject. I've been observing yoni animals for years and I'm kind of sorry if any of this offends you, but I'm not trying to attack anyone personally, or even a specific placement (nakshatras in this case), cause that's just dumb. Of course, everyone is free to express their opinions but please do it politely and have some respect for the person who took their time to gain and share knowledge. It's very easy to correct others, it's very hard to be faultless yourself. So, factual corrections are always welcome(say someone got someone's chart placement wrong, or they have written a factually incorrect association, like if they were to write that Jyeshta is fierce as opposed to sharp/cruel in nature.), but, once again, everyone's view is different and so either respect mine or don't write anything at all.

With that being said, you can now enjoy this post💕

Horse yonis

Ashwini and Shatabhisha

Keywords: activity, simplicity, masculinity(solar/yang), independence, healing.

Straightforward people. They might tend to have black and white thinking, can be very blunt with their delivery and definitely prone to "deafness": not hearing others' views. Simple and utilitarian, goal-oriented. Their presence might not be really noticed until the moment they suddenly speak up about or act on something. Love to point stuff out. Either quiet or very precise while speaking. Not aggressive but can be combative. Most likely will oppose someone before making peace. Independence>sharing. Don't like anything "unnecessary", love to get to the point.

Elephant yonis

Bharani and Revati

Keywords: slow, authority, time, timelessness, strength, transitions, protection, completion, gentleness, complexity, depth.

Not revealing their innermost selves, only revealing it to a select group of people, if to anyone. They attach meaning to things based on their experiences. Protective and gentle with each other, closed off to most of the others. Very private. Not really concerned with trends. Observant but not quick to act. Can have many sides to them that some others might fail to understand. Have an air of wisdom, but not that of arrogance. Still, they are the most likely to knowingly take the high road but still protect their peace, making them very exclusive, although it's never for show. Defensive but quietly so. Accomodating to some degree on the outside, there's always more to them than what's obvious. See the bigger picture in every situation. They have a certain quiet strength and power. Nurture is important to them. Do not appreciate unnecessary aggression and try to dominate over anything they consider harsh/crude.

Sheep yonis

Krittika and Pushya

Keywords: precision, structure, minimalism, choosiness, contained.

Do not like excess in anything. They have a sense of balance, usually in almost everything. Prioritize sctructure and basics/essentials. Like clarity and clear-cut lines in their lives and around them. Can be snappy, but in a passive-aggressive way. Not harsh in a heavy/overwhelming way but still harsh about details. Have a soft demeanor with strangers and acquaintances, sometimes even people close to them in everyday life but can judge them quietly. Neutral to friendly on the outside, but if they have uncomfortable emotions they try hard to release them quietly/without much fuss. Might bottle up resentment in result. Very utilitarian and practical.

Snake yonis

Rohini and Mrigashira

Keywords: enjoyment, ease, materialism, basic awareness, growth, progress, sensory indulgence, instincts.

Very placid and calm. They focus mainly on material things but can live without luxuries, and can also share them, although privacy is very important to them. Very aware of their surroundings and their own presence. Attuned to their senses. Can get easily attached to people and things. Can exhibit selfish tendencies(or that's how it looks to others) when they feel like their desires are ignored, but Rohini and Mrigashira each do it differently.

Dog yonis

Ardra and Mula

Keywords: upheaval, critical point, rebelling, release, change, anchoring.

Tense but not frail. Might look tortured sometimes. Do not like to and probably even cannot focus on details, at least not how it's traditionally done(different to each situation). Like to display their individuality in one way or another. Dark humor or sassy comebacks. Either quiet or very loud, but either way, opinionated. If they're neutral then they're opinionated about being neutral. Can be kind of nihilistic but at peace with it. Contrarian and unapologetic. If they don't care about something you can't make them care. If they do care, they care intensely.

Cat yonis

Punarvasu and Ashlesha

Keywords: accumulation, buildup, purity, safety, protection, preservation, cycles.

Concerned with what influences them, not so much what they put out. Self-focused but also highly aware of others' needs. Can adapt to surroundings and can change their behavior based on what they need or really want. Not unkind but laser-focused on the boundaries. Always keep their cards close to their chest, not out of malice but simply to preserve their safety. Look more unnaproachable than they really are, and know more than they share with most.

Rat yonis

Magha and Purva Phalguni

Keywords: dispersion, creativity, planting seeds, the self.

Can be egocentric. Prideful and nonchalant. Love to show off. Might be aware of surroundings to some degree but even if they are, they rarely care. Getting what they want is the priority, along with self-expression. Not very moralistic, don't care much about labels. Sometimes they can be too detached. Will almost never catch them crying in front of others, although they can be dramatic if they want and can, without a problem, attract their dwsired attention. Their happiness is more warm and generous than loud and euphoric. Might have a poker face, they rarely show strong emotions. The strongest emotion I've seen them express is that of defensiveness, and that's not even an emotion. When they get defensive it's almost always because something has touched their pride or triggered their ego. Focused on what they can do.

Cow yonis

Uttara Phalguni and Uttara Bhadrapada

Keywords: stability, the long-term results, natural, softness, power/influence, unity, calm.

Stubborn. That's the only defense they have, because otherwise they're very soft. Naturally honest. They have an effortlessness about them that feels easy to be around, and they are pleasant to be around but not accepting of everyone. They avoid people they don't like from early on and stick to the ones they consider better. Not hesitant to defend themselves or people close to them, but not quick to waste that energy on just anyone, and when they do become defensive they still maintain "the high ground". Backing their allies and fighting proudly is natural for them. Again, very stubborn, so they rarely, if ever, give up on something important. Although they're tough, they're not sharp or cruel. They are mostly in a state calmness and assuredness rather than anxious defensiveness. Very fixed and comfortable in their ways.

Buffalo yonis

Hasta and Swati

Keywords: materialism, gain, comfort, strength, feminine(yin), ease.

More attached to material things than other yonis. Individuality is defined through connections and surroundings. Love comfort and ease. Interdependence>independence. Can be curiously neutral and accomodating. Self-focused but not selfish. Often phlegmatic and slow. Genuinely caring but can be cunning. Not the most direct people. They will let others know their views but won't push them aggressively on others. Almost everything about them is filtered through that neutrality.

Tiger yonis

Chitra and Vishakha

Keywords: building, gradual, defensive, expression, buildup.

The most defensive. Can look sweet on the outside but are not all soft. Can range from extremely forgiving to extremely vengeful. Aggression comes out while speaking. Rarely, if ever, present in a state of calm melancholy. They moreso go from happy/fun to agitated. Focused on development/building, and always look for more than what's natural for them. Witty but emotionally so. If they're highly agitated, it's very hard for them to exercise restraint in the moment. Not that direct in general but unfiltered during critical moments. It's easy for them to put on a mask, whether out of neccessity or just for fun. Can be very judgemental. If they're not aware, it can make them act in a "mean" way when they feel not their best.

Rabbit/Deer yonis

Anuradha and Jyeshta

Keywords: society, organization, status quo, responsibility, transpersonal, maturing.

Very non-aggressive on the inside, despite how they might look. Naturally have endurance and a sense of responsibility. Can be judgemental but also understanding. Love to give advice. Competitive but respectful. Can become arrogant. Love everything "classic" but want to establish their own, new structures. Choosy and sometimes exclusive. More warm than they appear, and capable of more emotions than how it seems. Often traditionally intelligent. Have a very civilized behavior.

Vanar yonis

Purva Ashadha and Shravana

Keywords: flow, alliances, connections, support, creation and preservation.

Good at reading between the lines, anything too structured is harsh for them. Otherworldly aura/mannerisms. Most likely to posses what others might consider as "quirks". Value their own individuality and uniqueness. Seeks to be different from what they consider boring, normal or basic. Not very reactive. When they get defensive, they get quiet. Can romatisize sadness and melancholy. Capable of seeing both sides but are often willingly biased.

Mongoose yoni

Uttara Ashadha

Keywords: independence, solitude, practicality, victory.

Truly neutral and unbothered. Value honesty and integrity. Not attached to material things at all. Easy to be around but their regal nature might put some people ill at ease. Naturally take on leadership positions. Might feel lonely but won't trade solitude for tiring/uninteresting company. Value practicality and simplicity, and are practical themselves. Surprsingly warm and feeling in certain moments, but can also be uncaring towards others.

Lion yonis

Dhanishta and Purva Bhadrapada

Keywords: notoriety, flashiness, power, aggression, pride.

Very unfiltered and loudly so. Unashamed and bold, proud. That pride and confidence fuels their calmness, but they can lack patience. In everyday interactions they can look very unreactive but if something "triggers" them, they will not hesitate to be a little(or not so little) aggressive. Love to spread their influence. Might strongly dislike anything that looks subtle and quiet to them, as it arises distrust in them. Rarely, if ever, use/appreciate sarcasm. They prefer directness. Can slip into being a bully, or can become a proud voice for others.

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

I deleted a fic for the first time today. In a week, it's had 2 hits.I write for a small but active fandom, and probably 2/3 the 50+ fics that I've written are whump/angst.

But everyone keeps telling me to give the characters a break, write more happy things, slow down with the dark stuff. It's frustrating.

may I swear? fuck them.

I'm sorry you're feeling this way. more people really need to understand that a fic writer does not write to please them. a fic writer writes for free. for themself. and as long as they rate and tag their works properly, you as a reader have no right to tell them what to do or how to create their art (unless specially asked, of course).

also, of course, there's a difference between "omg poor (insert character's name) 😭 please my baby needs a break" in a light-hearted manner that shows you love and are invested in the story by feeling bad for the character, and "hey can you please stop writing dark stuff and instead write more happy fics?" which is rude and entitled as fuck.

that being said, even if you claim your comment fells in the former group, you also have to understand that an author can and might not see your comment the way you do, and that they may read your feedback as you trying to discourage them.

so I'd like to use this post to remind readers to think before you comment. always be considerate. it's cool to be invested in a story and want to express your feelings, but you should also make sure your comment does not come off rude, even if it's not your intention.

but if you're trying to be a jerk and telling authors what to write/what not to write then you can fuck right off.

I hope you find the motivation to post again, anon. not for anybody but for yourself. don't change your art to please anybody. and for what it's worth, I believe there are people who love and appreciate what you write. and if some trolls try to tell you otherwise again, tell them to fuck off and write their own fics.

[bunnygirllover45]

Some words of sincerity and appreciation.

Personal stuff, go ahead and skip if you don't wanna read me being gloomy af. LMFAO. Kinda serious but also not- health complications and stuff.

It's been about 4 hours since I left the hospital and I've been itching to write something in this blog. I've never been the type to share personal stuff online, just because the fear of being perceived often overwhelms me more than I would like to admit. Sometimes life gives you some moments when everything is so fucked you just have to look back (has anyone seen the movie? great stuff.) and appreciate everything you have just to not sulk even more in your misery. When I started to post art here I didn't expect many people to pay attention to what I do or what I have to say, I think sometimes life is like screaming into a void and expecting an answer, and not gonna lie, it feels magical when it replies back. I've met so many wonderful people, received so many beautiful messages, and interacted with endlessly talented people that I still have no idea how they find something in my art when they're also equally if not more talented as I am. God, I still recognize some of the usernames of the people who always like my posts first thing (you'll know who you all are !) and it feels wonderful to see that some people just come back here expecting the next stupid thing I'm gonna do. It might be pointless, it might be just another delirious thought I write down when I'm feverish and confused laying in bed at 4 AM, but you are still here. I don't want to get too parasocial, that's not my objective here, I just want to express that I see you and you see me, and I'm endlessly grateful for it. I've been diagnosed with a brain tumour, it's not the end of the world but it's a little more worrying than we thought at first. My fault for dealing with endless headaches and not taking care of myself, if I had been smarter, I would've realized sooner. I'll need to take proper care of myself, and It's going to be a hard time for both me and the people around me, but I've always been one to be hard to kill. (I can count how many times I smashed my head against the doorframe because my skull is permanently damaged because of it) ((yes, i was a stupid kid.)) I will continue to create because it's what makes me happy, I will continue working with the wonderful people that commissioned me and I'll keep all of you updated, but it's sadly my time to accept that things have to slow down, for my own sake. I need to do it if I want to be to come back at my 100%. I'm writing this for the people who find me important, for the people who find some solace and comfort in my blog or just enjoy what I do. Sorry for keeping you here this long and making you read this innocuous message, but it's my responsibility to just- say thank you for everything. Don't wanna leave without being grateful, opportunities like this don't come twice in a lifetime. Love you all, and keep creating and being wonderful. Don't forget to drink water (GOD KNOWS I DO.)

[darqx]

Another BP/HH/Gen answer dump as usual starting with BP and then moving into the other two \o/

All demons age about the same rate as humans (although with earlier milestones as babies) UNTIL they hit their 30s-40s after which aging slows down drastically 🙂‍↕️

Izm chasing you down to get .D back like

🤔 You guys sometimes really make me think about things I don't often have to think about LOL. I'm just gonna do the gang this time so off the top of my head:

Izm and .D are often eating sushi in my drawings and since I'm pretty sure Izm is mainly the one buying, sushi is his fave. He'll eat any type but he prefers the raw fish ones.

Whilst .D also likes sushi, it's not his fave dish. His fave dish is pasta in a red sauce (like Sugo or Arrabiata) for some reason. Nostalgia maybe?

Zeke is a meat and potatoes kind of guy, so, a nice juicy sirloin with mushroom sauce and a side of roast potatoes and veggies. (BP!Zeke is similar but he really likes pork/bacon particularly, so a pork roast for him probably).

Wei Ren's comfort foods are chicken congee, and seafood steamboat/hot pot.

Marcus' fave is his mom's chicken casserole.

Oh I'm glad (and thank you very much)! I hope you get lots of inspiration and can create a lot of things :D

Hm, that's a good question! I think, for doodling purposes, my fave is Rire mainly because Rire always looks more or less completed in black and white. My other two faves are .D and Izm - .D is a good exercise in subtle expressions whereas Izm is the complete opposite (esp with BP!Izm with that mouth).

Yes. I mean, I'd prefer you be at least 15 for those two things only cos if i had to age rate them they could be considered M or MA15+.

Hullo! The short answer is that there are also "not normal" skin tones, it depends on the demon species :)

The rest of society is pretty standard so yes there are charlatans in the world of BP lol. HOWEVER, no one would pretend to be a BP for three distinct reasons:

You need to be sanctioned to be a BP (ie they have abilities that normal people do not, like being able to perform exorcisms.)

There is no profit to be had as BPs generally don't get paid (all their living expenses are generally covered by their religion's HQ).

It's dangerous work. You'd have better luck being a bank robber.

Desmond is def a club music kind of guy XD EDMs, techno, trance, hardstyle, house, whatever - the kind of stuff you jump energetically up and down to at a club/concert/rave, he'll listen to it.

Not yet for BP (soon...🙏🏻). HH wasn't really a comic series so much as a bunch of somewhat random one shots I did for fun lol.

^ you guys :d

I don't put my pronouns anywhere partly because it is lowkey amusing for me to see how people perceive me online. It doesn't really matter to me, so go with your best guess lol.

You would be surprised at how much time those two hobbies can take up outside of work |D; I also like doing puzzle games (like Quordle etc), coding, going for walks/bike riding, making slightly odd food combos in normal recipes and freaking out my friends on Discord with them, and watching horror/disaster films and playthroughs of horror games.

Maybe one day I would, but not at this particular time, sorry!

Thanks for asking as this is a bit of a grey type area! Personally, I think that as long as this is purely for your own use and you aren't going to on-sell it in any way...then it should be ok. I'm going to categorise something like this as somewhat similar to say...people printing out my art to stick to their wall type thing. Of course, if you ended up buying a bunch and then thought oh i have so many extra I'll sell them to whoever wants them - that would be a no no.

In what capacity lol if there's something I've learned from real life it's never agree or disagree to anything without knowing specifics. Eg if you would like to use my art as a PFP on tumblr then you can if you credit it, but if you want to use my art as a face claim for your own charac then i would have to say no, etc.

That makes two of us as i am not familiar with the twisted wonderland universe :P

.D: Diasomnia

Izm: Pomefiore

Wei Ren: Ignihyde

Zeke: Savanaclaw

Marcus: Diasomnia

I never really specified one so my friends and I have been calling it the fictional city of Hedone lol.

I haven't given up on HH, i just dont draw it nearly as much since i'm focussing on developing BP :) Anyway HH wasn't seriously planned to be a comic or anything (though technically...it does have a very loose storyline that I've alluded to in some drawings |D ) so it's something I can just jump back into and doodle whenever i feel like.

This was from a while back

It's pretty straightforward HH is a slice of life 'verse where my main characs are in an all boy's boarding school and Rire is the headmaster. It focuses on the boys shenanigans though so if you specifically like Rire you will be disappointed as he's barely in it.

I cut off this post cos I dont think the stuff in it should be shared with other random people even though anon is on anon. If this is you anon i hope you are doing well and i would genuinely encourage you to talk to someone about certain things (like a therapist maybe).

[blahblahwritings]

Collateral Souls - 1

Hello! Guess who is jumping on the Thunderbolts bandwagon? It's me. I hate how few longer fics there are out there of our boy Bob so I cracked my knuckles and got to it.

I'm planning on this being about 20ish chapters long? I drafted out a plan but it could be longer or shorter depending on the storybeats and how things go. And knowing me I might randomly stop posting because of work.

Reader has shadow abilities kind of like ACOTAR if you've read those.

This chapter is just a lot of set up really. I've already written chapter two so I will post that tomorrow.

Slow burn. Eventual smut probably. Reader described as female. Sorry if they seem a bit OOC.

I haven't written in literal years. Be gentle.

PART TWO

PART THREE

PART FOUR

Word Count: 3205

Chapter One - New Foundations

Four months post-incident. 

Each month brought a wave of new issues. Press, missions, refurbishments, moving in. Valentina had been ruthless, scheduling interviews and conferences and missions and on and on and on. If anything, moving some boxes into the newly decorated Avengers tower was the most relaxing thing that the team had been told to do. Not that there were many boxes. Most of the team had very few possessions, given their line of work. 

The team walked on to the main residential level of the tower. It was one of the only four fully furnished floors of the tower. The air was cool, almost overly so—Val’s idea of comfort, Bob guessed. On the right, a large modern kitchen fitted with state of the art appliances. The only thing Bucky cared about was if it had a coffee machine. It did. In front of the elevators was a living space. A spacious couch covered in cushions and throws curled around the area with a coffee table in the center and a generously sized TV in the open section. The walls still gleamed with sterile, untouched gloss, like a showroom that no one wanted to live in. Some boxes with their names on them stood stacked in an open space by the elevator. Alexei chuckled, the sound reverberating off the walls as it came from deep in his chest. He threw his arms out as he walked forwards.

“Home sweet home, eh? The TikTok will love this.” He said in his thick accent, a hand fisting his phone out of his pocket. The rest of the team groaned as he fumbled to open the app, his large thumbs struggling to hit the right buttons.

”Alexei please, enough with the TikTok stuff.” Bucky moaned as his head tilted back, looking to the ceiling as if looking for some higher power to step in, Yelena seconding his words. Ava immediately moved to the doors on the left to claim a bedroom for herself. The rest of the team eventually followed. 

“New base, new me, huh?” John smiled, nudging Yelena with his elbow but no one laughed. Or even reacted.

They each looked at the almost identical spaces on the floor before bickering over who wanted which room. John and Alexei argued for fifteen minutes over who got the slightly bigger room at the end of the corridor. Yelena and Ava simply looked at each other and nodded, too tired to even care which bedroom they passed out in. Bucky took the bigger room whilst Alexei and John were too busy trying to justify which one of them was more deserving of it. By the time they had settled on an answer, Bucky had already moved his boxes into the space and started hanging up his clothes in the closet and drawers. Bob watched as the remaining super soldiers begrudgingly claimed one of the other rooms each, then silently settled into his own room next to Yelena’s.

Bob didn’t have much of anything. A few sets of comfortable clothes consisting of oversized jumpers and baggy pants, the serum in his veins making him resent the feeling of anything too scratchy or tight against his skin most days. He hung them in the closet against the same wall as the door. Some books, self-help and fantasy titles were now stacked on his bedside table. A journal, which he was told to keep by his therapist, was locked away in the desk that stood perpendicular to the large floor to ceiling window overlooking New York. He looked around, shifting in place. It had been a long while since he had somewhere to call his own, and as he took in the grey walls and floors, he realised his existence had been reduced to so few possessions he felt like he barely existed at all. 

Bucky unpacked his possessions quickly and efficiently, giving everything a neat and tidy place. His favourite copy of The Hobbit sat on a shelf above the bed right next to a framed picture of himself and Sam and a signed baseball from one of his favourite players. He carefully shelved his vinyls and set up his record player on the desk. He found that having music kept him calm when he was alone, stopping him from thinking too much and often helped him drift off to sleep when he was struggling. He stood, eyes giving the room a once over, then stashed his guns around the room in case of emergency.

Yelena shoved her boxes in a corner, closed the door to her room, locked it, and fell into her bed half asleep already. She had been on a mission the day before and her body ached immensely. She didn’t even have the energy to undress. Unpacking could wait. 

Ava stood quietly in her room, a box in her hands. She felt a little lost. Unsure. Why bother unpacking if she would likely have to move again soon anyway? She didn’t trust that she would be here long. Something would happen. She grabbed her essentials bag from the box and placed it by the bed, ready in case something happened and she had to run.

John unpacked slowly. Framed pictures of his wife and child, him and Lamar, himself receiving a medal of honour, all lining the shelves in his room. A few pieces of memorabilia from his days in the military were dotted around the room. He placed his shield by the door, standing and looking around with a nod.

Alexei had boxes upon boxes of stuff. Every piece of Thunderbolts memorabilia or advertising scattered on the desk in the corner. There were even some poorly made prototypes he had made for pitches to Valentina. Pictures of him, Yelena and Natasha, the thunderbolts football team and more sat on his now cluttered bedside table. His clothes half hung in the closet, half still in a box.

-

Shortly after they had finished settling into the new space, they were called to the briefing room, the next floor above. It was filled with tall, fancy looking glass offices and one big meeting room at the center. A few people in shirts and ties wandered around, seemingly organising files and still setting a few things up. They slowly stepped into the meeting space, each of them looking around, taking in their surroundings. Mel stood at the head of the table, papers in hand. A call comes through on the screen above her and Valentina’s name appears in cold white text. The atmosphere tenses in an instant as her voice pitches through the speakers.

“Good afternoon team..” She starts overly chipper, as if she hadn’t rangled all of them into this involuntarily. “I hope you’re settling into your new space well. But first, I wanted to make it abundantly clear how all of this will work. This is a new chapter — no handlers — just you and second chances.” She went on to explain. The team looked between each other with hardened gazes. Bob shifted nervously, his hands lost in the sleeves of his sweater as he fidgeted with the cuffs. His pulse roared louder than the speakers, a drumbeat behind his ribs. Ava stood, arms crossed, scowling at the screen. Bucky had his hands on his hips, jaw set as he looked at Mel who had the decency to look apologetic. John and Alexei stood, listening to Valentina as she continued.

“You have all been government-approved as a ‘Rapid Crisis Response Team’ with full autonomy. But, with that being said, I will be reviewing the cases before passing them on to you all. You will help people. You will be trusted.”

Ava and John both scoff at the last word, visibly tense and not believing it. After everything they had done individually, how could they be trusted? The public would undoubtedly be split and unsympathetic to the idea of a bunch of murderers being given praise and status and autonomy.

“Barnes, you will be acting field leader-” Bucky cuts in to protest, visibly uncomfortable with the idea. He was used to taking orders and making decisions when it was only himself to work with, not leading. She talked loudly over him and he took a deep breath, eyes closing, jaw clenching as she continued. “You are the most experienced person on the team with over 70 years in the field. You are the only correct choice and I trust that you will make the right decisions going forwards.” John didn’t look too pleased with the idea but being the good soldier he was, stood quietly, eyes locked on the screen still. Mel walked over to the group who were still standing by the door, handing them each a booklet of papers each and looking sheepish about the whole situation.

“Mel has some papers for you to read through. Terms and conditions, that sort of thing. You need to sign them before any operations can go forward. You have until tomorrow evening.” Valentina finished. Everyone opened their mouths to argue but the call cut before they could get a word in. Bob took his papers, offering a small smile to Mel and a ‘thanks’ as he started to flick through the handout. Bucky and John were reading through, shaking their heads and laughing but there was no humour in it. 

“A new chapter. Government approved but autonomous but also Valentina gets to decide what missions come through. Sounds about right.” Yelena complained. The team shared the same sentiment. Alexei was already looking for a place to sign.

“Well, we have some reading to do. Best get to it.” Bucky said with resignation. 

-

The residential level was silent. Each member of the team shut themselves in their respective rooms as they read over the documentation after the meeting. The space felt too big. Too empty. A subtle sense of isolation in the air. Bucky stood alone on the balcony, papers in hand. His eyes scan each page carefully for any risky clauses, anything that could get them stuck. Given everything, it was actually a pretty fair agreement. Funding from the government in return for service. He couldn’t help but remain suspicious. Working for corporations and institutions like this always came at a price.

He brought the glass of whiskey to his lips, sipping it and feeling the burn as it trickled down his throat. With a swallow, he looked out at the New York skyline. If anyone knew what to do here it would’ve been Steve. He pulls out his phone, scrolling through his contacts until he gets to Sam’s name. His thumb hovers over the call button, hesitating. He locks the phone and pockets it again, turning on his heel and heading back inside and to his own room. Footsteps echoed too sharply in the open space, like the building hadn't yet learned how to muffle secrets. He picks up a pen, then signs the last page, throwing the documents onto the desk before flopping into his bed. New team. New chapter. New government contract.

-

Time passed in rhythms. Read, sleep, train, wait. And then, the next call came.

Four weeks had passed since they had submitted the paperwork. They started to settle into their own routines of training, missions and preferred activities. Bob was often left to his own devices in the tower, alone whilst the others were on missions. Although he was practically indestructible, they couldn’t risk him losing control out in the field as Sentry or Void. So he settled into a routine of going to therapy, writing in his journal and keeping things mostly tidy around the residential level when he had the energy and motivation. He read and listened to music in his downtime, finding it helped keep him focussed on something other than his racing thoughts. And he was always there when the team returned. 

Today was no different. Bob’s cup smelled sharper than it tasted, more caffeine than flavor. Therapy, coffee, writing, coffee, dishes, tea, read. The elevator dinged twice, signalling someone had arrived. He peeked out from over the back of the chair he had claimed, overlooking the city as he read. Bucky and John were arguing about whether they should keep her. Bob frowned, hands trembling. The raised voices jarred him—but curiosity crept in Bob cupped the warm mug in his hands like it might steady him. Who was her. His eyes followed the men, still in their suits as they went to the kitchen, continuing to bicker as they grabbed a bottle of something hydrating. 

 “We should not keep her here, we have no idea what she is capable of.” John protested. Bucky had his eyes set on the other super soldier. “It stinks to high heaven, Bucky. We get sent to a HYDRA facility, told that there's a package we have to extract and we come home with her in stasis. Her file is encrypted. Valentina won’t give us answers-” John continues, rattling off the reasons he didn’t trust the whole situation. Bucky cut him off sharply.

“I knew her.” He replies. Voice cold, brittle. John pauses, stepping back slightly. Bob watches the whole thing, eyes wide, questions swimming through his skull. “I was tasked with taking her from her family when she was a kid and protecting her from facility to facility as the Winter Soldier while they did something to her. I was never told the details and I was moved somewhere else pretty quickly.” He admitted quietly. 

Bob could just overhear as he stood, silently shifting across the floor until he stood at the entrance to the kitchen. The elevator dings again, Yelena, Ava and Alexei stumbling out of the metal box. Yelena had a cut across her eyebrow and a bruise forming on her jaw. It was then that Bob noticed everyone looked worse for wear. More so than usual after a mission.

“What the hell happened out there?” Bob questioned, looking at them all. Alexei brushed past him to the kitchen. 

“We find new team member perhaps. Valentina seems interested in her, no?” The russian said as if it was the most casual thing on the planet as he grabs a pop tart from the cabinet by Bucky’s head, tearing open the pack and biting greedily into the sweet treat. “Mystery lady. Very pretty. Scary though.” He says the last part holding up a finger. The kitchen lights flicker. Alexei frowns and mumbles something about the continuous renovations.

“Who is she?” Bob asked, turning to Yelena and Ava who stood by him. He shifted, book still in hand, fingers keeping his page. He saw the look they all gave Bucky as he shrugged. 

“Valentina hasn’t given us further information. We have people looking into decrypting her file. We don’t know how long it will take. All I know is she was being used by HYDRA for some kind of testing.” He says, drinking from a bottle.

“She is surrounded by shadows in her little box.” Alexei chimes in, mouth half full. “Black as night, shimmering.” He describes, almost in awe. “They curl around her like protective shield.” Pieces of pop tart scatter from his mouth as he speaks. Yelena grimaces but says nothing.

“Maybe she’s like us. A pawn. We all know how it feels.” The blonde explains, shrugging and wincing as her shoulder moves slightly the wrong way. 

“Whatever she is, until we know more about her she's a danger. We should move her somewhere more secure, the detention level isn’t even fully operational yet.” John says, clearly trying to make everyone see sense in his riled state. Bucky sighs. “Like where, John? We don’t have anywhere to move her to. Valentina said to bring her here, that's what we did-” Bucky says, gesturing with his hands as another ding sounds from the elevator. “Speak of the devil and she may appear.” Bucky mutters under his breath. He stepped aside as the elevator doors opened. Valentina steps out into the space and approaches with a grin, Mel on her heels.

“Great job everybody. I hear it all went well?” She says a rhetorical question. Ava goes to speak.

“We had our arses handed to us before we could finally subdue the ‘package’.” She chastises, the last word punctuated by mimicking quotation marks with her fingers. “A little more clarification next time would be nice.” She spat. Valentina’s smile faltered for barely a second before she returned to normal.

“You did it. She’s here. And alive. That’s all that matters—for now.” The venom mixing with her sweet tone was not lost on the team. They all nodded. “Good. Her file should be decrypted shortly. How exciting.” She turns to walk back to the elevator but they all move to follow her, John grabbing her upper arm tight enough to stop her but not to hurt her.

“Hold on a second, we deserve some answers. Who is she? What is she? We-” She cuts him off. “As far as I know she has certain abilities that could be useful to us.” She snaps, sharp. “That is all you need to know.” She looks up at John with a sweet smile, her voice now sweet. John clenches his jaw, reigning in his attitude and letting go of her arm with a curt nod and they all follow her down to the detention level. 

It's half lit, most systems not fully in place yet. The shadows didn’t fall naturally—they pooled, like ink dropped on tile. The lights buzzed overhead, flickering in places like they were deciding whether to fail. Most of the power on the level was going directly to a small reinforced glass chamber. In it, lay a stasis pod with a small window. There were flickers of shadow beyond it, occasionally shifting to reveal her face, peaceful, asleep. A camera was locked onto the chamber, onto the pod. Monitors were set up, showing her vitals.

Bob took in the surroundings, having never been on this level. It was devoid of natural light, all the windows shuttered down. Half-built with construction materials all over the place, plastic hanging from light fixtures above and incomplete walls and floors. Wires of all colours curled like snakes across the floor to the desks with makeshift set ups surrounding the chamber, some of them connecting to the pod within. 

Scientists and doctors fluttered around the space chattering about her status, her vitals showing anomalies. She didn’t have any kind of super serum, but her DNA was surrounded by something dark, some kind of matter. They were scrambling to figure it all out. The word enhanced travelled like a whisper through the people working. Her vitals started to spike, as if she was starting to wake. 

He cautiously approached the monitor showing the camera focussed on the window of the pod, her face flashing intermittently between smoky shadows. For a moment he could have sworn they weren’t in the monitor at all, curling towards him from the LED screen. He blinked, then stared, curious, but on edge. The lights flashed, monitors flickering for a moment. Black. Then back on. A prickle ran up his spine as he met her eyes, the sensation of being watched by something not quite human. 

“She’s awake.”

[kyri45]

Can you do another q&a

Sure thing

✨ShadowPeach Bio Parents Bio AU Q&A! 18/02✨

Welcome to the Q&A! A space where I can answer related or similar question about the Shadowpeach Bio Parents AU! If you submitted your ask anonimously, then you’ll have to check the whole post if it’s answered here, if it’s not, worry not! Your asks might have been used for a future comic or just in the queue~

@snsp6 ha chiesto: Don’t know if this was answered but what was the inspiration for bio parents au??

no inspiration. just my stupid brain not being able to like something without taking my whole life.

@roseltelle ha chiesto: Are you ok with AUs I was thinking about writing a fanfic. Basically with a younger Mk. Events of the show haven't happened yet, Wukong and Macaque aren't on ok terms yet (Slow Burn) unlike the show.

I don't think I understood. You're asking if you can do an AU of my AU?

@mistress-of-nightmares ha chiesto:YOU MENTIONED YOU HAD MK'S FINAL OUTFIT READY SINCE LIKE SUMMER, IS IT GOING TO BE THIS PRINCE-RELATED THEMED??? (sorry for all caps it just came to me and I screamed)

that's not the only one I already had in mind.

@shaya21 ha chiesto: Hey kyri I have a question maybe that was already ask and you answer it, so sorry if you did but does macaque, wukong and mk purr in your au ? When they are really relaxed and with someone they trust, like mk when he fall asleep in redson arm in the last chapter. That’s all And thanks you for making such a good au, that’s something I really appreciate (my life his based on😅)

No I don't think they purr.

@mysticanchorcheesecake ha chiesto: I just wanted to say.. I LOVEEE UR ART AKCIFdkfkdKckd!!! *Calms down mentaly* i a HUGE fan of ur parenting au.. thats it luv u ^^

Thank youu!!!!

@kilani-123 ha chiesto:Does Mk know that Wukong and Macaque are still engaged?👀

no

@deafeningcolortastemaker ha chiesto: Hi Kyri45!!!I have a little question for you and for Spicynoodleshipping.....WILL THERE BE MORE MK AND RED SON KISSED???I'm very worried. I really love spicynoodleshipping, and I would like you to release some pictures of spicynoodleshipping more often.😆 Well, good night to me, since it's 11 pm in Russia.Well, good! It's time for me to sleep, until the next Kyri45 meeting!!!

yes

@angelsbunnies ha chiesto: Was MK freaking out when he got sucked back cause he couldn’t finish adding more details to his little doodle?

poor baby yes he was.

@metalheaded-freak ha chiesto: Kyri, I just wanted to say… thank you, for creating the Bio Parents Au, it’s been such an emotional journey and honestly? If it wasn’t for you then I wouldn’t have gotten into the fandom the way I did. I guess what I’m trying to say is, you were the gateway for me to fully embrace this fandom and not be afraid to show what I do, so once again thank you!

awww tysm!!!

@ddle-lrd ha chiesto: GELLO (help gello lol) IM A HUGE FAN OF YOUR SHADOWPEACH BIO PARENTS AU AND CURRENTLY TAKE YOUR ART COURSE! I really wanted to know if the series will (unfortunately and reasonably) come to an end? Will S9 be the last or second last? (Like before the last season) Again, big fan and big supporter of your art even though i can’t support you financially besides the art course -L0S :))))

Awww tysm for all the support!

Also yes the Part 9 is the last part of the main story.

@peachy-pies-random-stuff ha chiesto: Hi Kyri! Me and my partner have been reading the Shadowpeach bio parents AU together and we're both addicted to it! Also the thing you said about writing uncharted territories..... Should we all be worried??? 🤨🤨🤨

I mean.... yes and no?

@land-of-frogs-and-dragons ha chiesto: Your monkie kid au is gonna get me to watch Lego monkie kid ngl,,,, saw your au on TikTok and went "oh I can't NOT watch this" and haven't regretted it since. 10/10 I love your art style and you draw mk's hair so fluffie I love everything about your art style and your au

thank you! heheh he has fluffy hair.

@pensoul2 ha chiesto: I was looking back at the LMK Bio AU and Redson's hair. His hair got me wondering if he ever tried cutting it. Would the scissors or the object cut his hair melt?

omg I want to believe that yes, if his hair is too hot it would melt the scissor. But I also like to think that they aren't really made of hair. It's they fluctuate between solid and plasma.

@shaya21 ha chiesto: Hiiiiiii I wanted to ask, you drew redson in bloom outfit from Winx. Do you think you can do macaque in musa outfit ? Oh and thanks for your amazing shadowpeach bio parents au it's amazing

@mysticewya already did the whole wix club team as LMK character, you should check them out.

@onyxxess ha chiesto:hiii!! ive been a fan of your artwork for a whole, esp the shadowpeach bio parent au. theres one thing i havent been clarified withCan we make edits of your art and post it on other socials like tik tok or insta?? (with creds)i would really love editing your artwork!

Yes you can. with credit. I'm both "kyri45" on IG and TT

@misagiiza ha chiesto: Hi Kyri45! My name is Izadora and I'm a huge fan of yours. I'm Brazilian and would love to translate your comic so other people could have the opportunity to know your talent!

Thanks, Iza.

Hello Izadora, there's already user "wukong_lmk" on TikTok that's doing the brazillian translation

@twilight-bai-he ha chiesto: Will we see a dance party in the celestial realm lol 😆🩷🩷😊

yup

hellopollon ha chiesto: Wait, so Macaque's scroll is close to theirs too or...?

Yup!

@mkthemonkiekiddd ha chiesto: Have you ever thought about doing different lmk AU’s after the current AU youre working on? (Like for example, infection AU, swap Au, etc.)

mm nope. I prefer to keep building on what I've already created

@whatdaflippityfloppity ha chiesto: I absolutely adore your comics and the way you draw Nezha! (He's my favourite character and needs more screen time and ✨angst✨ T-T) Quick question; Is Nezha ever going to rebel against his father? 🥺 Maybe to like, stop his father from using the pagoda or something?

he did it in the past multiple times he will most likely do it again

[jillsandwhichs]

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Chapter 9 to RE Character x Reader Smutshot Collection

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Pairing: F!Reader x Leon Kennedy

Summary: You are a waitress at a local diner in the city. Sure, you've had your fair share of flirty, pervy customers but none have ever been as enticing as this one

Status of your guy's relationship in this one shot: Strangers/Hookup

WC: 4.1k

Type: NSFW

Warnings: Reader is in early adult years, Leon is late 20s, Flirting, Leon is cocky and rich, BJ, Slight cum kink, Spanking, Hair pulling, Cums in your mouth, Protected P in V, Riding, Dry humping and Dirty talk

A/n: Hi! Hope you all enjoy. Please check out my masterlist, there's a lot of stuff there. You can get to know me, you can see the rules of my blog and then you can see all of my fanfictions. You'll be able to find the previous chapters to this fic and upcoming ones. You'll also be able to find my Wattpad & AO3. Comments, reblogs & likes are appreciated. Thank you

It has just been another casual day at the diner. Cleaning tables and dishes, attending to customers and sweeping the floors, it's just another Monday. Waiting tables is what you do for a living, for now. It isn't ideal but you don't mind it too much. You always get decent tips and an alright pay. You live alone so you don't have to worry too much about how big your paycheck is or how much you make in tips daily. As long as you're rolling in dough, you're set.

This day particularly has been slow. Mondays are one of the slowest days of the week because it's the first work day which means less business. It's mainly older people and church groups who eat during the day on Mondays but towards the later hours of the day, families and sports teams come in. The diner you work for is the hot spot in the city. Everyone who lives in the city or nearby comes often.

Your shift is getting closer to being done. You only have two hours left. It ends at 4:00 PM and you started work today at 8:00 AM. It's been so slow that it feels as if you've been here since yesterday. You can't wait to get back to your homey apartment. You have an essay due today in your Art History class so you'll have to get that done but after that, the rest of the day is yours!

Wiping down a table, you heard the main door open. There is a bell attached to the top of it to tell workers anytime someone walks in or not. The two customers that were just at this booth made sure to clean up their space and it put you in an even better mood. You sprayed hygienic water onto the table one last time and wiped it down before setting out new napkins and silverware for when the next group comes in.

You were about to amble off to the back but you were stopped by a man's voice. His voice was deep and husky. It startled you a bit, admittedly. You turned around to face and you were left stunned by how tall he was. You're short, yes, but this man is a giant! Your eyes went up to meet with his. His are a bright blue. They are oceanic. He has a broad stature too, he clearly works out often. He's wearing a casual outfit but it still appears a bit more fancy for where he's currently at.

"Excuse me, could I get a table for one? Just looking to have some lunch." He said in that deep voice. You looked him up and down and as you did, he said another thing. "My eyes are up here." He teased, his blue eyes locking with yours. You felt embarrassment wash over you. How could you not admire this man? He looks like a model. "Um, sorry... Just follow me." You murmured, heading towards a clean circle table near the center of the diner.

The man followed behind you and once you presented the table to him, he took his seat. "I'll be back shortly. Figure out what you'd like to drink until then." "Wait, what's your name? Isn't it courtesy that the waitress tells her waiters her name?" You told him his name with a scoff. He seems slightly cocky. "Pretty name. I'm Leon." Leon stated. "Cool name. I'll be back shortly." You said a bit more sternly. You walked off and pushed the back door open to enter the kitchen.

You checked to see if all of the drink machines are still working. Your manager let you know yesterday that they've been a bit janky. You tested each one and they all seemingly worked. Only three other people are working with you today. Leah, Maverick and Dean. Leah is a waitress and Mav & Dean are cooks. Mondays truly are so easy to work.

You exited the kitchen and went to wait another table before Leon's. This table just wanted one plate of Alfredo and a plate of beef stew. "I'll have those out to you two in a bit." You said with your customer service voice. You've gotten very good at it. Strolling over to the kitchen, you stuck your ticket up on the metal bar. "Order for table four, be quick guys." You said to both of the men working. You trust they'll get it done quickly.

Leah was waiting her own section of tables. Hers seem to be going by a lot faster which irritates you. You want more tables for more money. You don't necessarily need it, but of course it's nice to have.

Making your way back over to Leon, you saw his face weirdly light up when he saw you. Is this guy a creeper? You stood in front of his table with a notepad before asking what he'd like to drink and eat. "I'll just take a coke and to eat, I'll have your creamy ravioli. I have a question for you now." He stated. "Uh, okay, go ahead and ask." You replied softly as you wrote his order down. "When is your shift over?" "That is none of your concern."

Assumption confirmed, this guy is a weirdo. Why would some elegant looking man be asking you of all people that odd question? Does he want to kidnap you or something? You were always taught to not give out info like that. It's vital.

"I'm not some pervert or anything." He chuckled. "Can a man not be curious?" "Why are you curious about when I get off of work?" "Because I think you're a pretty girl and I'd like to take you out." Leon smirked at you. "I bet you say that to all the ladies." You rolled your eyes. "I'll be back with your food in a bit." You scoffed and went to walk off but this arrogant man stopped you once again.

"When does your shift end?" This guy's persistence is appalling. Can't he take a hint? "None of your business." "Three? Four? Tell me." He said softly, his tone a lot less deep down. You sighed deeply. It won't kill for him to know. You're going straight home anyways. "Four. You aren't taking me out." "We'll see about that." You gave him an irritated look and trailed off. You're just going to give the paper to the chefs so that this man can leave ASAP.

Stepping up to the kitchen area again, you handed them a new ticket. You want this Leon guy in and out of here. You've had one to many men hitting on you, do these men realize how young you are? Leon appears to be in his late twenties, possibly early thirties and you're a College student! Men are so desperate nowadays. Sure, drabbling in older men isn't a bad thing, but not these kind of older men.

You grabbed a tray of refill drinks to take to one of your other tables. You almost forgot about them.

Exiting the kitchen, you went over to their table and set their drinks down. "A water for the lady and a coke for the gentleman. Enjoy." Leah will most likely take this section over soon, she tends to. Your eyes went to Leon's table and unsurprisingly, his eyes were on you. "What a loser." You mumbled beneath your breath. He's a handsome man, most definitely, but why would he want anything to do with you? He's probably just trying to get a quick fuck in.

If he wasn't so forward and weird about it, you would probably give in. That pretty much sums up how you are as a girl. You aren't a virgin, you like sex and you've never had it with an older man. You bet it's quite the experience.

After waiting almost eight minutes, you got the couples food to them and set it down. "Here you two go. Enjoy." You said with a friendly tone. Leon's was done as well. Time to journey back to the table of doom.

With the bowl and drink in hand, you went to Leon's table and set both down. "There you go. Enjoy your beverage and meal." "I sure will. Thank you." Leon replied, looking you up and down. His look is rather enticing. He's an enticing man. "Don't look at me like that." You said with a shy tone. It made you rather nervous, shy even. No man has made you feel that way in some time. "Like what?" "Like that."

He knows what he is doing. He does. "What is your problem?" You put your hands on your hips. This is completely against protocol. Even when a customer is an ass, you should remain calm and collected but God, this guy is insufferable. "I'll answer anything you'd like... If you agree to come with me after my shift." Has this man ever learned about stranger danger. "No, you could be a murderer." "I could be, but I'm not. I'm just a blind dog looking for a bone." He is cheesy.

You rolled your eyes and rubbed your temple.

"What is it you want?" "You." "Why?" "I can see you're different. Plus, you're stunning." The compliment made your stomach heat up. "Different? You've spoken to me only a little." "What's your point?" "You know nothing about me." "I'd like to know everything about you." God, can he not take a hint? You giggled. "We can just sit in my car after your shift and talk. We'll even stay in the parking lot, if that makes you feel safer." He smirked at you.

Why is he so fucking convincing???

Your eyes scanned the clock above one of the tables and you heaved softly. "Come back at four. We'll talk then." You smiled softly but tried to hide it. Leon bit his lip and nodded. "See you then."

-

Four PM.

You're in the locker room. It's a small but useful room. Your removed your apron and released your hair from its ponytail. You shook your hair and brushed it slightly. For a moment, you completely forgot about the whole Leon situation, but it's suddenly hit you. Before he left his table, he left you a $50 tip. That's insane. You were grateful and expressed that. You suppose its only respectful if you go with him.

He promised to even let you hold onto his car keys if it makes you feel better. You know what it'll most likely turn into and you're down, even though you didn't want to admit it at first.

You left the room and pushed open the entry door back into the restaurant and you saw Leon's car out in the parking lot. You sighed deeply and looked over to Dean who was also about to clock out. "See you Wednesday." "See you then." Dean waved goodbye to you. You returned the gesture and made your way out of the diner.

Leon's eyes met with yours. Those blue orbs, they are intoxicating. You rolled your eyes and walked up to his vehicle. He has a Cadillac. You can tell by its shape and symbol. He nudged his head for you to get in, and you did. You opened up the passenger door and sat down and immediately put your hand out. "Keys." "Right here." He placed them in your hand. They are the right keys. This eased you a lot more.

"What do you want with me? Do you do this with other women?" "I mean, I have. I won't lie to you. It has been a long time though, little over a year." Leon tittered. "I just think you're very pretty." "You've established that." "Isn't it rather obvious what I'd like to do with and to you?" That made your heart skip beats. "Not really." You have an idea. You'll play dumb though. You want to hear it from his own mouth.

Leon laughed and grinned. He leaned a bit closer to you. "I entered that diner and immediately saw a pretty girl with a pretty mouth. I'd like to see it around my dick." You lost your breath at his words. It's been a long time since you've hooked up with anyone and this is quite the way for it to happen after all this time. "What?" You said breathlessly. "I also want to show you how a real man fucks. Not none of that College boy bullshit." He adjusted himself. So he is aware that you are in College. Great guess.

Running your fingers through your hair, you felt your entire body heating up. You were most definitely blushing. You could feel the gush between your folds beginning to form. "If you want to just hookup with girls, why not use Tinder?" "I find doing it through person more real and authentic." You couldn't tell if that was sarcasm or not. "You are a total creep." "I'm a man with needs and you'd fulfill them well." You scoffed at his sentence. "Bite me." You went to open the car door but he grabbed your wrist.

"Hey, no, no, please." Leon said softly. "If you really want to go, then okay, have at it but I promise I'll give you such a good time." Leon pleaded with you. His tone was desperate. Why was that attractive to you? Your eyes went to his bulge. He was clearly rock hard. You are wet, you can feel it. Why do you feel so odd for doing this? It's just a hookup.

You bit your lip and analyzed the outside area before handing him his keys. "There's an alleyway about three block from here. Take us and I'll hookup with you." Confidence filled your voice. He laughed. "Smart girl." He turned his car on and began the drive to the alleyway, which only took maybe a minute or two.

-

The second he parked, your hands went to his belt and he snickered. "More eager and horny than I am now, huh?" "No. I just want to get this over with." "Right." He snorted. You removed his leather belt and tossed it in the back. You undid the singular button that was sown onto his pants and that was when his huge cock sprung out. Bigger than any you've ever seen or had. You already can foreshadow how this'll feel down your throat.

He already had precum as well. To you, cum is so hot. You have an intense kink for it. You rubbed the semen on your thumb and sucked it off of it. Leon chuckled. "That's a good sign." He hummed. You brushed your hair to the side and smiled at him. "Make sure my hair stays out of my face." "Will do." That was the last thing you said before you wrapped your lips around the base of his cock.

This isn't anything you haven't done before. You'd even call yourself a pro. At a slow pace, you moved your head up and down. He was big, so you wanted to take it at a decent pace. Leon's hand stayed on your back for the time being. You felt his hand rubbing it softly. He was being gentle with you. His tip kept hitting the roof of your mouth. You couldn't believe it but you could already sense you'd be gagging a whole lot.

With your tongue, you slurped around the head of his dick. You felt his hole twitch when you did that. "You're a fucking goddess at sucking dick." He said bluntly whilst his head went backwards. You wanted to laugh but you physically couldn't. You continued to lick and suck. It's weird but you want him to feel as though you're the best he's had. This is like a challenge for you, a game even.

You began to bob your head faster now. Your head moved up and down at a quick pace. Leon's hand tangled in your hair. His fingers tips lightly scratched your head and it made your pussy tingle. You haven't felt this way in such a long time. Leon wrapped your hair around his hand, his grip was firm. You knew he was this type. He seems like a kinky man overall.

The little whimpers you made caused Leon to moan himself. He found you very sexy and your noises only added to that. "You look beautiful like this." He huffed out. His throat felt like it was going to close. His muscles were tightening. His member was twitching in your mouth. The man is close.

"How many hummers have you had to give to be so good?" He grunted. Now he was basically pushing your head and pulling it back up. You didn't even have to do the work anymore. His hand pulled your hair and God, it felt good. You moaned around his dick. You swiped your tongue from the lower base and back up to the tip and that must've been his undoing.

Leon kept your head in place. His tip was deep throating you. That familiar taste filled your mouth and entered your taste buds. All cum has tasted similar to you with minor differences. Whats different about Leon's is the fact is more of a thick texture rather than the usual more liquidy version. It was fine though. You swallowed it all.

The man was panting heavily as you popped his cock out. Your licked your lips and wiped them with your sweater. "Jesus..." He laughed. "That was good." He praised you. "Unfuckingbelievable." He smirked at you. "I've had practice." "Clearly." He squeezed your hip and gazed at you. "Get in the back so I can fuck you." He chuckled. You giggled to and looked behind you.

You crawled over the center console and squealed as you felt a hard smack to your ass as you did. You briskly sat down and adjusted your skirt. You are wearing a beige sweater with a printed skirt. It was the change of clothes you brought to work since it's Fall. The weather is breezy & chilly but also warm and cozy. Leon just held his pants up as he got out of the car and got into the back. There was no way he was going to climb over as you did.

He sat down and spread his legs to a degree. He pulled his pants back down too. You gawked at him momentarily and he noticed. "Like what you see?" "Mhm." You nodded moderately. He laughed. "Sit on my lap." You listened. You straddled him. Hands on his shoulders and thighs on either side of his. His hands went to your waist. "Feel that?" He was referring to his tip rubbing against your panties.

"You need it inside of you, hm?" He began to slowly pull your hips forward. The slight grind he was forcing you to do made you even more soaked. "I do." You whispered, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. "I know you do doll." You felt a surge of lust course through you. You want this man to destroy you.

One hand left your hip and went to his cock instead. He rubbed his tip against your cunt through your panties. "I can feel how wet you are." He sighed softly, kissing the side of your head. "I wanna feel how tight you are." He murmured against your ear before biting the lobe of it. You moaned and felt your stomach twist. How is he making you feel all these ways all at once? He's a master at this. It's such a turn on.

Pulling your panties to the side, he stroked his cock through your bare folds now, picking your wetness up. "How does this feel?" He said in a low tone. "Good. Really good." You hummed in reply, kissing his neck gently. "Mmm, good." He kissed your cheek. He let go of his cock and reached into his pocket. "Gotta wrap it." "Yeah." You snickered. You lifted your body up so he could put the rubber on. Once he did, he pulled you back down.

"Now princess, tell me, how does this feel?" And as he hummed that to you, he stuck his dick inside of you. You moaned softly and gripped his shirt. "Mmm, you just gave me the exact answer I was searching for." You moaned again and pressed your lips against his. You don't think Leon was expecting that, but he liked it. His hands went to your face as you began to both kiss him and ride him.

You rode him at an unrushed pace. He kissed you passionately. Almost right as you two started to make out, you both opened your mouths and tongued one another. You bounced on his cock as you stuck your tongue deep in his mouth. Leon caressed your face and slowly brought his hands down to your ass cheeks. He held onto them tightly and ever so often slapped them.

"You're so fucking tight." He grunted, licking your lip and kissing you again. "You feel so deep inside of me." You whimpered. It was true. He's so long and girthy. He's rubbing against your wet & gushy walls in the most pleasurable way. "You can take it. You're a slut, I know you can." You laughed at his words and bit his lower lip. "I'm not a whore." "You sure fuck like one. Look at how you're riding me." In all fairness, you are skillfully riding him and bouncing on him. Your movements are of expertise.

You rolled your eyes at his snotty words. "Guess me getting around has really paid off." "Yeah, sure, but I promise I'll be your best." He slapped your ass hard, making you speechless. Only noises of pleasure and need came from you. He felt so good. Your cunt was tightening around him, you could feel it and so could he.

Your head autonomously tilted backwards. Your mouth was agape as little whimpers emitted from him. Leon's hands continued to grip your ass. He occasionally spreaded your cheeks and stuck his finger on your anus, making your body shake. He must have a thing for that, you suppose. "Pretty girl." He reached his free hand up and taped it around your neck lightly. "Gonna make you have the best fucking orgasm." He whispered to you before he began to thrust up.

You quit moving your hips entirely and just sat there as he fucked you messily. His hip thrusts were sloppy but they were getting the job down. "Taking is so fucking well. I need you again sometime." You couldn't tell if there was truth in that or if it was pure lust and desire. You simply rested your head against his shoulder as he pumped up into you. "I'm gonna cum." You whispered, your tone soft and shaky. "Cum for me babygirl." Leon kissed your forehead.

That'll do it.

Your body shook as your orgasm blew over you. You felt waves and waves of pleasure crash into you out of no where. Your walls clenched around his member and that was what finished him off. "Fuuuck." His words dragged out as he came. Your arms encased around his neck and you just sat there as you came down from your high. He hugged you back. His cum squirted into the condom. You wish it could've been inside of you. Such a waste.

After a minute or so, you sat up and got off of him. You were breathless and at a loss for words. Your eyes glanced down at the condom; Pure white liquid filled it. "That was... God." You giggled, closing your legs and staring at him. He nodded and removed the condom, tossing it in a baggy. "Sure was." He caught his breath.

Leon looked at you and took your hand in his. "Was that the best orgasm you've had?" "I don't mean to bruise your ego but..." Leon snickered and playfully nudged you. "Shut up." You snorted and smiled at him. "Yeah, it was really good." You nodded. "I'm glad." He blew out a big breath of air.

"For the record, I wasn't just saying that." "Saying what?" "That I need you again sometime. I meant it." "Oh." You said with tranquility. "I'll give you my number then...?" "Yeah, I'll take it." Leon replied.

He handed you his phone and you began to jot the digits in.

This definitely won't be the last time you see Mr. Kennedy.

[prisonhannibal]

do you have any recommendations of your favorite sami art (music, novels, film, etc)?? sorry if you have been asked this before, and thank you for taking the time to answer!!

I love this question thank you for asking! Warning I'm gonna talk a lot now.

Music

Mari Boine. LEGEND. She has been making music since the 80s before the Sámi parliament was even established and I think she paved the way for sámi artists in a time where it was much less accepted. Her work is very influential on modern sámi music, and her style is very sámi with a lot of joik and traditional drums, but mixed with modern music in a very unique way. If you're only gonna check out one sámi musician I'd go for Boine. My favorite songs are Idjagiedas (Listen all the way through the build up is sooo good), Máze (More traditional joik, for the sámi village Máze which was planned to be flooded and destroyed to build the Alta hydroelectric power plant, which led to the Alta conflict in the 70s and 80s. It's often used as sort of a protest anthem even now. GOOSEBUMPS), Gula Gula, and Vuoi Vuoi Me. Check out the albums Gula Gula (english title: Listen, listen, hear the voices of the foremothers) and An introduction to...

Hildá Länsman. Joik artist and singer. I love her she makes some stuff thats like electronic joik? very unique. And some more traditional stuff. Listen to Jođi, Gii dan livčče and ESPECIALLY Oaidnemeahttun which is a seven minute long MASTERPIECE. Starts slow but that build up is INSANEEE

Lávre. Definitely more traditional. Vuložat is a beautiful album. Favorites: Viellja and Joavdan.

Emil Kárlsen. Really really cool mix of traditional and modern. The album Nagirvárrái slays and features a lot of other cool sámi artists. I love Áhkku its so beautiful

Ella Marie Hætta Isaksen and ISÁK. Ella Marie is an activist, actress and musician who was the singer of ISÁK until they broke up. They had some really fun catchy stuff kinda sámi dance pop? Love it

Movies:

Ellogierdu - The Tundra Within Me (2023) A sámi single mother and feminist artist moves back home from the city to work on an art project about gender in Sápmi. She meets a reindeer herder and drama happens ahhhh I love this one it made me so happy. So many movies by or about us are all about historical trauma and it was really refreshing to see a movie about two sámi people falling in love and also its funny

Ellos Eatnu - Let The River Flow (2023) It's about the Alta conflict and the large civil disobedience actions in the 70s. The main character is Ester (Ella Marie Hætta Isaksen), who ends up in the middle of it and has to face her complicated relationship with her sámi identity and her place in society as a sámi woman. This one made me sob in the movie theatre

Ofelaš - Pathfinder (1987) HISTORIC for being the first ever sámi language film, and was actually nominated for an oscar for best foreign language film! It's based on an old sámi story, and is about a young sámi man who returns home to find his family massacred by an enemy tribe. He flees, but is pursued by the attackers, and him and other sámi people have to find a way to survive and outsmart the attackers

Sami Blood (2016) A young girl and her sister are removed from their family and placed in a state boarding school in the 1930s, where they are abused, beaten for speaking sámi, and used in dehumanizing research by scientists from the swedish institute of racial biology. She decides that to protect herself from oppression, she will escape her life, reject her sámi identity and force herself to assimilate into swedish society. This one also made me ugly cry its so heartbreaking

Artists:

Nils-Aslak Valkeapää AKA Áillohaš. The Legend himself! He was a musician, joiker, poet, writer and artist. He did it all!!!

Britta Marakatt-Labba. Textile artist and painter who is most well known for her textile embroidered art work Garjjat where a murder of crows gradually turn into humans and then police officers who destroy a sámi village. Her work is often very political, and its very powerful. She has a 24 meter long embroidered work about sámi life, history and mythology. A lot of cool stuff!

Synnøve Persen. Activist, writer and painter who was very involved in the early ČSV movement and is an important figure in sámi resistance history. In addition to being a successful artist, she also made the first unofficial sámi flag, and is known for participating in the 1979 hunger strike in front of the norwegian parliament during the alta conflict. Very inspirational for me as a female sámi artist

John Savio. He was a woodcutting artist and the first sámi artist to get a formal art education and the first sámi person to get his own exhibition at the national gallery. He sadly never became successful, and died early, but after his death he is recognized as one of the most important and famous sámi artists

and......me! jk

[outstretchedwingzz]

♱ timeloop yan♱

i was scrolling back through some old art and found a drawing from like four years ago of my first ever yan oc!! so now he's y'all's problem hope u love him <3

(THIS IS SO LONG FOR A PART ONE LMAO IM SO SORRY)

⟡ The one on the right is the old art of him!! My boy!!

⟡ His name at one point was Lucas, however I'm retconning that and thinking of a new one because Why Would I Choose Lucas

⟡ Some Tuesdays are just better than others, you've decided. You had a rough day, some kid had spilled fruit punch down your front, you had spent a frankly ridiculous amount of time trying to de-popcorn the aisles of the movie theater you worked at, and you kept getting pestered by some shy dude who wouldn't even buy a ticket! He just kept asking nonsense questions and then shuffling back to the arcade!

⟡ All you wanted to do when you got home was shower until you were a raisin, play video games until your brain was mashed potatoes, and then curl up in your bed.

⟡ The next morning you wake up feeling a little better, very little residual blah left from how shit your previous day was. Luckily, you had today off to reset and recharge.

⟡ That being said, you stayed up late and slept in even later, only to be woken up to the sound of your phone ringing where you had tossed it the night before. You groan and grumble as you get up, shuffling your way to your phone and picking it up.

⟡ It's your boss, because why wouldn't it be, and he's asking you why the hell you aren't there yet! Your brain takes a moment to kick back into gear before you answer that you had worked a double YESTERDAY and had today off.

⟡ All you get is an angry "Check again! And be here before I start goin' grey, yeah?" and then he just hangs up on you. You fucking hate that guy. Still, you check your schedule while grumbling and muttering some not so nice things.

⟡ The shock and dread settles in your stomach when your calendar finally loads in, and in big, bolded letters at the top it tells you that today is Tuesday, and you definitely have work today.

⟡ You register that "oh. i think im passing out." in the second before you hit the corner of your desk.

⟡ You wake up with a gasp, sitting up quick and clutching your chest, looking around wildly only to find yourself.... back in your bed. The clock on your wall tells you it's morning. You scramble quickly to your feet, rushing to grab your phone and begging it to not be slow as you open your calendar.

⟡ Tuesday.

⟡ Now, skipping past the inevitable few Tuesday long breakdown you have where you simply refuse to believe this is happening, you eventually figure out the loop resets every night when you go to sleep, or if you somehow die. That was a fun few days.

⟡ After a week or so of this, and of screaming profanities as your boss over the phone for a few of the loops, you decide to maintain some normalcy you were gonna start going to work. Sure you never gained any money, but at least it got you out of your house and sometimes you could even pretend that things were different day in and day out.

⟡ After awhile even that gets boring though, when everyone becomes recognizable, and you begin to know what movie tickets they're gonna get and their exact food order.

⟡ It's only after three days of monotony (yet you refuse to stop going to work, clinging to the last shreds of some kind of normal) that you realize that it's not all the same.

⟡ Well, one thing changes. That guy, the one who kept asking questions that first day. Sometimes he wasn't even there, and everyday he seemed to have different questions. Ranging from personal, to stuff about the work, but still different.

⟡ It's that sudden lightbulb moment that has you going off the rails just a tiny bit.

⟡ You're stuck waiting a few days for the next time he comes in, but eventually he does. He always does. He's hardly able to get a word out before you're scrambling over the counter, and grabbing him by the front of his shirt. You choke him a little on his own necklace, but that's fine.

⟡ It's not until you're in the corner of that dusty little arcade he hangs out in that you shove him up against the wall, glaring daggers into his soul.

⟡ (Ignore the way he wets his lips and just how much it looks like he's giving you heart eyes right now it's all totally in your imagination.)

⟡ "Who the fuck are you, and how the fuck are you doing this?" Are the first words out of your mouth. He looks confused for a second, going to open his mouth when you just start rambling.

⟡ About the never ending fucking Tuesday, about having to clean up the same spills everyday, about getting the same bullshit call from your boss, about selling everyone the same! Fucking! Movie ticket! It's never ending!

⟡ It's not until you stop to breathe that you realize just how hard he's shaking. Just how his chest heaves as he sobs, hands having came up to clutch at your wrist desperately.

⟡ You step back quickly, dropping his shirt and in turn dropping him. He scrambles forward on his knees, gripping the thighs of your pants with shaking hands.

⟡ "You're stuck too?"

[artdonalldson]

On and Off Court

Art Donaldson x Reader

CONTENT: Stanford!Art, No use of pronouns, no detailed physical descriptions except reader has hair, a bit of angst with a happy ending, mild language, possibly inaccurate college stuff, a little Patrick/Tashi name drops for fun, vague references to feelings of being left out, lots of banter and soft moments on and off the court, slow-burn friends to lovers.

SUMMARY: Art Donaldson needs help with English. You need help not totally sucking at tennis. What starts as a simple exchange slowly turns into late practices, quiet moments, and the kind of connection neither of you planned for.

WORD COUNT: ~2600

A/N: Sooooo, in honor of Challengers anniversary, I'm posting my very first Challengers fic! Kinda based on this post I made a while ago. Sorry if this sucks, English is not my first language and idk a lot about college stuff in America and I'm not totally sure my research was good so yeah lol. Anyway, I'm so excited to finally share this with you all, I hope you like it as much as I do 🥺

Art Donaldson is fifteen minutes late.

Again.

You're not surprised, honestly. He'll come in and say he was stuck with practice or some silly excuse, but anyway, it was you who offered to give him the tutoring.

You’ve already arranged the chairs in your favorite study room at the library, highlighted key points from the essay rubric, and opened the annotated Frankenstein you forced him to borrow last week. The empty chair beside you, however, remains insultingly empty.

You don’t even hear him walk in as you scroll on your phone to kill time — just feel the gust of air when the door swings open and the telltale thunk of a duffle bag hitting the floor.

"Before you say anything," he says, holding up a peace offering in the form of an iced drink, "I got stuck in the traffic trying to get these” he gestures to the drinks. “I was behind a marching band. Like a literal one. Who has a parade on a Tuesday?"

You raise an eyebrow. “Oh, how convenient. And so tragic.” you say as you roll your eyes playfully for dramatic effect.

You can hear him let out a soft chuckle as he sets the drink down in front of you with a grin, then slouches into the chair beside yours, sipping on his own drink. "You know, some people would appreciate a little sympathy.”

“Some people would appreciate a fine essay ,” you say, flipping to the page where he last gave up. “Let’s start with that.”

Tutoring with Art started as a joke. A few sarcastic comments during a group study session, one muttered “you write like shit”, and suddenly he was texting you for “just a quick look” at his paper.

Now, it's a standing trade: English help in exchange for weekly tennis lessons. You’re still terrible, but you like how he laughs when you mess up. You like that he never makes you feel dumb — not when you forget which way to hold the racket, not even when you suggest Victor Frankenstein just needed better boundaries.

You also like the way he listens. Really listens. Like your analysis actually matters. Like you matter.

Dangerous territory.

---

Two days later, you’re on the campus courts, winded and mildly sweaty, pointing your racket at him like a sword.

“You’re literally sabotaging me.”

Art wipes his forehead with the edge of his sleeve. “You keep hitting the ball into the net”

“It was a metaphor.”

“It was a lawsuit waiting to happen.”

You narrow your eyes. “I’ve decided you’re a bad coach.”

He smirks. “I’ve decided you’re a menace.”

You’re still smiling when you both collapse on the bench, passing a water bottle back and forth like a peace treaty.

Art leans back, eyes squinting up at the dusk sky. “Pat showed up today.”

You glance over at him. “Zweig?”

“Yeah.” His jaw tightens a little. “Didn’t even text. Just waltzed in like he owns the fuckin’ court. Said he was here to ‘check on the vibes.’”

You hide a smile. “Oh, so Tashi then”

Art groans. “Obviously. He always says he’s here to say hi, but he’s just looking for her. I swear, the guy only remembers I exist when I’ve got an extra churro.”

Of course he told you about Patrick, he told you all about him, about the MRTA and the Junior's US Open, and of course he told you about Tashi Duncan and the whole hotel room thing.

He also mentioned the way their friendship changed after Patrick won her number. For some reason he felt comfortable venting with you.

You nudge him with your shoulder. “Must be hard. Being the most dramatic tennis player on campus.”

He laughs — a full, head-thrown-back kind of laugh — and for a moment, the silence between you feels different. Charged.

You look away first.

He doesn't.

Eyes lingering on you a little longer than they should.

You pretend you didn't notice.

Then, he finally looks away.

---

Later, he walks you back to your dorm. Your hands brush once, and neither of you pull away. Just a few meters from your door, you stop, your voice low.

“Hey,” you say, “you actually wrote a good paragraph today.”

Art rubs the back of his neck. “You make it easier. I don’t know. The way you explain things — it’s like I can finally see what it’s supposed to be.”

You swallow. “Yeah. That’s how it feels when you talk about tennis.”

He’s quiet. Just looking at you in that way he does sometimes — like you’re a puzzle he wants to figure out slowly.

And then: “Another round next week, right?”

You smile. “On the court or on the page?”

“Both,” he says. Then adds, a little softer, “If you’ll still have me.”

You nod.

And when he walks away, you find yourself already counting the days until you see his charming smile again.

---

You’re terrible at tennis.

You know this. Art knows this. The entire Stanford tennis team probably knows this too.

But somehow, every Thursday afternoon, you still show up for the lessons.

And somehow, every Thursday afternoon, Art still smiles when he sees you.

Today, he’s already at the court when you arrive, bouncing a ball off his racket with absent precision. His baseball cap backwards and his red Stanford t-shirt on, a white turtleneck underneath, a sighs you're already used to.

There's a duffle bag tossed unceremoniously on the nearest bench, a textbook sticking out the side like it’s fighting for its life.

You drop your own bag next to his, contemplating the scene for a moment. “Did the literature monster get you again?”

He shakes his head, tossing the ball high and catching it without looking. “Nah. Passed my midterm, thanks to you.” He pauses, almost sheepish. “Actually did pretty decent.”

You give a dramatic gasp. “Was that a compliment? To me?”

Art chuckles. “Don’t let it get to your head.”

You step onto the court, adjusting your grip the way he showed you. He's watching you — not your racket, not your stance. You.

"Alright, coach," you tease. "Lay it on me."

He tosses you a ball. “Today we’re working on not sending projectiles into outer space”

You swat it immediately into the net.

“Solid start,” he deadpans.

---

About an hour later, you’re both collapsed on the bench, sweaty and laughing and sipping from the same battered water bottle, it feels almost like a ritual at this point.

His baseball cap is somewhere on the floor, golden curls sticking to his forehead with sweat, cheeks flushed, and you know he looks gorgeous like that — not that you'd admit it to him, though.

The sun’s starting to sink and painting the court in gold as Art leans back, wrist draped over his eyes. "God. I needed this."

You nudge him with your knee. "Tough week?"

He doesn’t answer right away. Just exhales, slow and heavy.

"Patrick and Tashi," he says finally. “It’s like... they're living on their own planet now. I really feel left out everytime I try to get close to them.”

You wait, giving him space to unravel it at his own pace.

"Zweig was supposed to hit the court with me this morning. Blew me off. Guess where he was?"

You hum. "Stuck at Tashi's dorm again?"

Art snorts. “Exactly. And Tash... well, she’s the star of the tennis team, the freaking Duncanator as they call her” he pauses, “I don't know how they are still together… I don't think she’s ever needed anyone, you know? Not the way I..."

He cuts himself off, frowning at the pavement.

You tilt your head. "Not the way you need people?"

He shrugs, a small, defeated motion. "Maybe."

For a second, you see it: past the big smiles and easy charm, the part of Art that wants to be chosen. That maybe he's tired of competing for scraps of their attention. That maybe, deep down, just wants someone to love him like he loves, to need him like he needs.

You set your racket down, careful, deliberate.

Then softly, the words come out of your lips "You have me." You're not even sure you said it out loud, but it felt like the right thing to say at the moment.

It feels too small, too simple. But when he turns his head to look at you, there’s something raw in his eyes. Something that says it matters anyway.

Art bumps your knee with his. "Yeah," he says. "And I'm lucky to have you"

---

Later that night, you're in your dorm, half-asleep studying for some upcoming exam, and maybe a little distracted thinking of that conversation with Art earlier.

I'm lucky to have you.

These little words are on repeat in your head till the train of thoughts is interrupted by the notification sound of your phone.

> Art Donaldson:

u free tmw? gym’s boring without u embarrassing urself

> You:

shocking u’d miss my tennis disasters

what’s in it for me?

> Art:

loser buys smoothies

deal?

> You:

deal.

You set your phone down, heart stupidly loud in your ears, louder than the thwack of the tennis ball against your racket.

Maybe he’s not gravitating to their planet anymore.

Maybe — just maybe — he’s starting to orbit yours.

---

You’re getting better at tennis.

Not good — no one would dare to say that — but definitely better.

You've managed to serve without launching the ball into the next county, you can rally for at least three strokes, and once — once — you even won a point against Art.

He teased you for a week straight.

But now, under the heavy, humid press of early May, the courts are quieter. Finals loom, summer plans scatter your friends to internships and hometowns. And still, you and Art keep meeting here, as if you made a promise neither of you ever said out loud.

Tonight, the campus feels half-asleep.

The lamps around the court buzz.

The sky is deep blue velvet.

You're hitting lazy shots back and forth when Art suddenly jogs toward the net, balancing the ball on his racket.

"Alright, literary genius," he says, smirking. "End of semester final challenge."

You raise an eyebrow. "Oh?"

This sounds interesting, typical of Art.

He spins the racket around like he'd holding a lightsaber in his hand. "If you get three volleys past me — three — I'll buy you dinner."

You squint. "And if I don't?"

He leans forward, resting his arms casually on the net.

"I still buy you dinner," he says, a little too easily.

You laugh, heart stuttering. “That’s rigged.”

"Maybe I want it to be," he says, almost under his breath.

You pretend not to feel the way your stomach flips. You take the challenge anyway. You lose — gloriously. By the end of it, you’re breathless, doubled over, laughing so hard you can’t stand straight.

Art catches the ball in one hand and tosses it aside.

"You," he says, grinning, "are the best worst tennis player I’ve ever seen."

You salute him with your racket. " Think I’ll put that on my resume."

---

Later on, dinner turns into ice cream. Ice cream turns into sitting on the edge of the bed of his dorm, passing a pint back and forth.

Art is quiet for a while, staring out over the quad where the old ceiling fan is on, an attempt to keep the room fresh.

"Remember when we started this?" he says suddenly.

You lick the edge of the spoon, thinking. "You mean when you almost failed English and decided it was my problem?"

He laughs, but there’s something softer under it.

"I was... kinda a mess," he admits. "Still am, sometimes."

You nudge his shoulder. "Nobody's perfect"

He’s silent again, fiddling with a crumpled napkin. You watch him, the way the light turns the ends of his messy curls shine like gold.

Then he says, very quietly:

"Sometimes it felt like... everybody else was already paired off, you know? Patrick and Tashi, the team guys, even random people in classes. Like everyone had their person. And I was just... floating around."

You swallow.

"You're not floating around anymore," you say.

He finally looks at you — really looks at you — and there it is. All of it. The thing you’ve been pretending not to see for weeks, months. The reason your heart feels like it’s racing even when you’re standing still.

You don't move. You hardly breathe.

"Yeah," he says, voice rough. "I’m not."

Slow, careful, he leans in.

You could stop him. You could joke. You could pretend you don't feel this like lightning burning under your skin.

But you don’t stop him.

You don't even try.

You tilt your chin up and meet him halfway.

The kiss is gentle at first, — shy, tentative, like a question.

When you don't pull away, Art sighs against your mouth like he's been holding his breath for a year.

He tastes like vanilla and salt, and something sweeter on his tongue that you can't name.

His hand finds your cheek, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw like he needs to memorize you.

And it feels like a thousand fireworks are going off inside you, like this moment was truly meant to be, and now that is happening, it feels surreal.

When you finally pull apart, you're forehead to forehead, both of you smiling like idiots, he whispers:

"You’re my person."

You squeeze his hand.

"You always were."

---

It’s been five days since the kiss.

Not that you’re counting.

(You are. You’re absolutely counting.)

Five days, two tennis practices, one english tutoring, a very intense smoothie debate, and exactly fourteen texts where Art somehow found excuses to send you memes at two in the morning.

Now you’re back on the court, empty and golden in the late afternoon, pretending to practice your serve.

You toss the ball. Miss.

You toss again. Miss worse.

"You’re overthinking," Art calls, lounging against the net while adjusting his baseball cap.

You glare at him. "Maybe I’m just allergic to serve"

He pushes off the net and hops over the net, not even bothering to walk around, that familiar easy grin tugging at his mouth.

"You're not allergic," he says. "You're just tense."

He steps close enough that you have to look him in the eye.

Close enough that you can smell the faint, sun-warmed scent of his hoodie.

"Let me show you," he says.

Before you can protest, he’s stepping behind you, hands light on your waist, guiding your stance. His voice is low, soft against your ear.

"Relax your shoulders," he murmurs.

"Don’t force it. Just... trust it."

You could argue. You could snark.

But instead, you just breathe.

You toss the ball up in the air — and this time, when you swing, it sails cleanly over the net.

A small, surprised laugh bursts out of you. You turn, grinning.

Art's face is pure pride — and something warmer, something softer.

"Told ya," he says.

You don't think about it. You just reach out, grabbing the front of his hoodie and pulling him in for a kiss.

It’s clumsy and fast and perfect.

When you break apart, he leans his forehead against yours, chuckling.

"You’re dangerous when you win," he says.

You grin. "Guess you’ll have to keep coaching me. Forever."

He brushes a strand of hair from your cheek, serious now. "Deal."

And for the first time — maybe ever — you believe him.

Not just for this semester.

Not just for Stanford.

For everything that comes next.

THE END

[d0llygard3n]

I'd like to request Dabi, Shigaraki, Shinsou, and Toga adopting a cat with platonic!gn reader?

GO KITTY GO!

pairings: dabi x gn! reader, tomura shigaraki x gn! reader, hitoshi shinsou x gn! reader, himiko toga x gn! reader (all platonic)

genre: fluff, platonic

warnings: reader is gender neutral, toga tries to kill the cat (she doesn't), swearing

a/n: hope u enjoy <3 VERY old draft

– dabi

the most time he's spent with cats of any kind is the stray kittens he finds in the alley sometimes, and he didn't have any pets growing up (that he remembers anyway) so he has absolutely 0 clue what he's doing (but I think we all know that).

will steal food and toys nd shit for the cat but will act like he didn't even though it's very very obvious who did it

tries to act like he hates the cat even though you swear you've seen him petting it while it sat on his lap before. don't bother asking him about it. he'll never admit it nor will he tell the truth (the truth being that he loves the little shit)

– shigaraki tomura

i imagine he likes cats just gets a little worried about touching them (worries mainly come from his memories of his dog and... what happened with that)

if we're talking him w the art gloves then he's petting the cat all the time. like, you know those bad guys in movies that turn around in their spinny chair all slow petting a cat that's sitting on their lap? that's boutta be him

another one who tries SO hard to act like a dgaf but you've caught him playing his video games with the cat napping by him. picture evidence and everything so he can't even deny it

– shinso hitoshi

this guy fucking LOVES cats so when u brought the idea up he jumped on that shit real quick (tries to act all chill about it though)

has had to spend a shit ton of money buying more storage for his phone because he legit uses ALL of it on pictures/vids of the cat (also all of his pfps are of the cat, mostly the funny ones). it's starting to lowkey become a problem.

the cats name is suspiciously similar to eraserhead (he says it's because the cat sleeps all of the time like aizawa)

– toga himiko

i'm sorry, but she most likely tried to kill it when u first got it (y'know her whole thing with the bird? yeah, like that). you stopped her just in time, though!! the cat was scared for a while, but now they're besties

her and the cat will just sit there and stare at each other for a while (also do the slow blinking thing). you've seen them do it for 5 min straight before. you don't question it anymore.

makes sure her room is STOCKED with treats, toys, etc, so don't even worry about that (though u should worry about how she got that stuff in the first place)

[bardoftheshire]

Gundham Tanaka dating headcannons

Notes; I'm writing this when I have 6 other drafts of other fics goin' on, let's completely discard that, though. The reader's ultimate is the ultimate artist, and this isn't a killing game type thing, just the island life type deal. This is also like, a headcannon/oneshot kinda deal I think.

Extra notes; This is a friends to lovers deal, slow burn style😘 (also, fem reader, sorry :(

Warnings; Foul language (though I don't think there'll be a lot)

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-Just like he was with everyone else when meeting them, you should expect him to be a little "weird" at first. Regardless of that, you continue to talk to him, you found him interesting, almost like there was some sort of "aura" that pulled you in.

-And when he shows his Devas, you go absolutely feral. Well.. maybe not feral, but definitely a mix of happy, and surprised, exactly how most of the other characters reacted, but either more than that or less, depending on you of course.

~ "Do you have anything that kinda, I don't know, like, 'helps you' in using your ultimate? Books and stuff I guess?" You ask, putting your sketchbook back into your messenger bag.

"Kehehe, that would be useless! Behold! The four dark devas of destruction! Fuahahahaha!" Gundham says as his devas pop out from his scarf.

"Oh my gosh they're hamsters! They're so cute! Do they have names?"

"Cute? How dare you! And hamsters are only their temporary forms! This is Maga-z, San-D, Chum-P, and Jum-P! Keep your distance, for they are dangerous to mere mortals." Gundham says dramatically.

"Well, I guess it's a good thing that I'm not just some "mere mortal" huh? Oh, wait hold on. I think I have something in my bag." You say as you search through your bag. Finally fishing out a pack of sunflower seeds, you place a few in your hand. "There! Do you want these for them? I'll be honest I don't really think I'll end up eating these. You could have them as it'll definitely go to much better use." You motion for him to open his hand, then putting the loose sunflower seeds into his palm.

"T-thank you.."

-After that interaction I feel like you wouldn't leave him alone. Clingy, yes. But to have the opportunity to sketch his "Dark devas of destruction" as he said, you'd do anything.

-Creepily enough, being the ultimate artist, you'd probably try to seek him out due to him always having the devas.

-Yes, yes. It's not exactly a good thing to do, but you were so desperate. But maybe if you just asked him, it might've been a little easier.

-So that's exactly what you did.

~ You took out your e-book and flipped through the different areas, finally finding Gundham's little character pinned at the front of the hotel entrance.

You make your way there and spot him, finding him with his devas in his hands as he looks at them.

"Hey, Gundham." You say softly as to not startle him.

Gundham looks up from his devas to turn his head in your direction.

"Ah, Y/n!" Gundham says, putting the devas on his shoulder.

"Hey, I was wondering, and of course if you don't want to it's fine, but do you think I could sketch your devas? I'll give the drawings to you, I just.. need something else to draw other than the scenery of this place. It's all the exact same, there's no difference in my art no matter what and it's making me go insane!" You clear your throat and apologize for the change in volume.

"You want to draw my Dark Devas of Destruction? Do you think you'll have the power to be in such close proximity with them, mere mortal?" Gundham says dramatically.

"I believe I do, Gundham. And if I don't, then you shall watch me perish."

You had began talking to him in the same eccentric way he does. Thinking maybe he might understand more? Or maybe even go from calling you just a 'mere mortal' to something less.. hurtful?

"Hmm, I see. Very well then. And where do you wish to do this?"

-You just spend most of your free time with him and his Devas sitting in your room together. Maybe you have a little pile of sunflower or pumpkin seeds in a small bowl to keep them from going hungry.

-He's like, looking at you in this absolute awe at you wanting to draw *HIS* dark devas.

-He's a little anxious at what "dark magic" you might be putting on them when sketching them, almost like a voodoo doll.

-Is relieved when you hand the sketches to him and tell him to keep them.

-He probably hangs them up somewhere in his room. Kinda like how a proud parent would with a kids drawing on their fridge.

-You try to gather small picnics or even just hangouts with him, and while it definitely takes a while for him to finally let you, you start drawing him, too.

-It could just be some quick sketches you do while he's telling one of his stories about some great overlord he defeated or another one of his great tales without him knowing, or with him posing knowingly.

-He's just.. so much fun to draw.

-"...the thing was foolish to believe it could defeat me; Gundham Tanaka! Fuahahaha!" Gundham says dramatically.

Gundham and you were sitting in his cottage just hanging out as he told you one of his many entertaining tales.

He sat on his rocking chair, holding Maga-z in his hands as he fed him an assortment of seeds carefully, a soft smile on his face.

When he was telling these stories he was typically so into them that he wouldn't pay any attention to anything else, with the exception of any of the Devas he might have with him too, of course. So it was very easy to draw him without him knowing.

The nice thing about him not knowing was that he looked a lot less anxious, a lot more natural, and didn't have the same serious look that painted his face every time you asked him to pose for you. Right now he looked so happy.

"What are you doing?"

You look up from your sketchpad at Gundham who had now gotten up from his chair, crossing his arms with Maga-z now on his shoulder.

"Aw, you moved.." You say with a pout on your face. "I was drawing you, until you moved. I think I could still finish it, though." You sigh.

"Hmm.."

You could see a pink blush dust his pale, grey complexion. More obvious then he might think.

-You obviously show him all of the drawings you did of him and the devas in your sketchbook.

-He absolutely adores when you do this, it makes him feel special and.. warm..?

-You'll show him some of the other stuff you have in your book, too.

-Some of it is scenery. Maybe flowers or some random stuff you find on the island, but most of it is other people on the island.

-When I say most of it is other people, I mean like, literally only 4 others. Your drawings of Gundham and the devas take up most of it.

-Not gonna lie, he got a little upset when he saw a sketch of Kazuichi working on something on one of the pages.

-I dunno, they like, got a small mutual dislike for eachother. Unnecessary beef.

-He didn't say anything about it, but you could tell he was *very* obviously grumpy the rest of the day.

-Maybe particularly snappy with Kazuichi when he came across him, too?

-He has absolutely no clue why either. Brushes it off as Kazuichi just being an annoying individual.

-He's just a little right about that in general, but that's to be left unsaid. Also, emphasis on "little bit".

-At this point, the both of you are practically with each other constantly. You'll eat lunch together sometimes, walk around the islands together, and obviously just hang out inside of each other's rooms, just enjoying each other's company.

-Maybe if you're lucky or if you try hard enough, you'll get him to hang out with you and others.

-Maybe at one of the beaches, another one of the parties/gatherings, or even the amusement park!

-Though he'll be a big baby about the coaster, no matter how much he says "It's nothing compared to the many brawls I've had", so please hold his hand..

-"Aww yeah! I'm getting pumped up now! C'mon, c'mon, get on faster guys!" Akane says excitedly.

Everyone had gone to the 3rd island to go to the amusement park, and then after we could go to the beach. All Sonia's idea, and of course Kazuichi couldn't say no, then neither could Nagito, then Mahiru, then Himiko, and the rest of it was all just a domino effect. Though, a good amount of it was because of Byakuya being bossy and demanding that everyone else be part of it.

And there everyone was. Nothing else in the park was any good other than the roller coaster, so that was the first thing everyone went to. We'd probably only go on a few rides until a few people began to get sick.

"NO WAY! I'M NOT GOING ON THAT THING, I'M STAYING HERE!" Kazuichi screams.

Man, you'd think for a guy that presents himself as such a "manly" guy, he would at least be good to go on amusement rides.. how.. sad..?

"Quit being a big baby! Get on the damn thing already. It's not like it's going to kill you." You tell Kazuichi.

"Yeah! Your holding everything up, you're a man, by the way, remember? You're supposed to be able to handle these things, you know?"

"NO WAY, MAN!"

You pinch the bridge of your nose and rub your face.

Some shouts and pleas from Kazuichi and laughs from Nekomaru grab your interest and you look up, only to see Kazuichi being picked up and forced onto the ride by Nekomaru.

You laugh to yourself at the scene as other people do the same.

Others had begun to take up some of the carts, Nekomaru standing aside, waiting. Assumingly because of his stature, that he didn't want to block or cause any problems for anyone who would be behind him.

You look up to your right at Gundham, who seemed more pale than usual (which was surprisingly possible), a look of worry or possible fear apparent on his face.

"Hey, are you okay, Gundham?" You ask, placing a hand on his arm.

He flinches slightly at your touch. "Ha! What makes you think I am not?" Gundham replies, his voice shaking ever so slightly.

"I don't know, you look a little pale. Are you scared to go on?"

"I think he's always that pale, Y/n.." Mahiru says.

Gundham pauses for a second.

"Fuahahahaha! I am Gundham Tanaka! To think I fear anything makes you a fool. This mere machine is nothing compared to the many hounds and demons I have fought and defeated."

You look at him and let go of his arm, turning away to walk into one of the carts.

"Alright then, come on in if you're so tough." You pat the seat next to yours.

"Is that a challenge?" Gundham asks, getting on and sitting next to you.

Before you could respond, the ride immediately takes off.

It was definitely faster than any of the other rides you'd ever been on, but hell was it fun.

"Yaaaaaaahoooooo!" Akane shouts in joy.

Screams from Kazuichi made it more then obvious that he wasn't having fun.

"I'm gonna die...I'm gonna diiiiiiiiiiie!"

"Tch...! What overwhelming g-force!"

You smile widely and lift your hands up, making it give that thrill that you feel you'd fly out.

"Be still...my heart!"

You look over to Gundham, his face even more pale then when we were originally first getting onto the ride. He was gripping onto the railings as hard as he could and looked like he was going to pass out.

"But.. this is fun!" Sonia exclaims.

You giggle to yourself and pull your arms down, placing one of them on top of Gundham's hand.

You felt a little bad for laughing, but to see him scared was definitely a rare sight you'd never let go of. You made sure to take a mental picture of it.

The rest of the ride was filled with Kazuichi's screams and pleas to "kill him", shouts of joy from Akane, and some other shouts from others, including yourself.

Gundham remained and kept that same look of fear on his face.

Man, you're really hoping that this thing takes photos. Maybe Mahiru can make copies, or Monomi, maybe that rabbit could prove to be useful.

After the ride was over and came to a stop everyone got out of their carts.

"Hey, hey! Let's go on one more time!" Akane says excitedly.

"I agree! Once more!"

"I vouch for that, too! Let's go again!" You say, agreeing with Akane and Sonia.

"No! No friggin' way!!!" Kazuichi screams.

Teruteru looks around and agrees with Kazuichi, as well as Hajime.

Gundham grips your hand and looks at Hajime. "I..I agree. My Devas tell me it was intense and far from enjoyable.."

"You took the hamsters with you!?" Fuyuhiko says in shock.

"Devas!" Both you and Gundham say in unison, correcting Fuyuhiko.

Everyone looked at eachother and began to whisper, which was quickly interrupted by Sonia.

"Alright then! Shall we go to the beach, now?" Sonia says clasping her hands, a large smile on her face.

-Honest, Gundham doesn't even realise he's holding your hand up until you arrive at your cottage so that you can retrieve and change into your bathing suit.

-Doesn't let go until you're going to change and you have to tell him to let go so you could change.

-Poor guy is so flustered and embarrassed when you tell him.

-You and Gundham walked to the main island so that you can both go to your cottages to get your bathing suits, still hand and hand the whole time.

-You didn't dare let go, it was..enjoyable.

-You arrive at your cottage and retrieve your keys from your pocket. Unlocking and opening your door with one hand was just a bit harder then you'd think. Like trying to turn the door handle without dropping your key directly onto the floor where it could've fallen through the crack of the dock.

Walking into your room you go into your top drawer and grab your bathing suit, which had just conveniently been the drawer where all of your undergarments were held.

Your cheeks quickly flushed in embarrassment.

You walk to your bathroom, hands still interlocked with Gundham. Now this was just a little over the top.

"Uh, Gundham. You're still holding my hand and I gotta change, man.." You say, looking down at your hands and then back up at him with an awkward smile on your face.

"Hmm...?" Gundham makes a hum in confusion before looking down and realizing that he was in fact, holding your hand.

He quickly lets go and profusely apologizes more times than would be necessary, stumbling over his own words and trying to explain he hadn't known, EVERYTHING.

He was clearly flustered, and you felt bad but man did he look cute like that and with such an obvious blush on his pale face.

"Gundham, it's okay, don't worry. I don't mind, I just think it would've been a bit bold for you to walk into the bathroom with me when I needed to change, don't 'cha think?" You joke, trying to calm him down.

It only made it worse.

More apologies, and then he left your cottage in a rush, tripping over the end of your rug on the way out.

He's so awkward sometimes, but that's what makes him all the more interesting to be around or to be friends with in general.

Silly.

-It took him a while to show up at the beach.

-I feel like he'd be embarrassed/flustered for a while and it takes him time to get decently calmed down from it.

-He's real upset when he walks to your cottage to find that you've already left for the beach.

-He's like a sad puppy.

-Tries to walk as quickly as he can to see if he could catch up to you. Couldn't. You'd already made it long before so now he's even more upset.

-I feel that because he sorta isolates himself, once he finds someone he actually enjoys being around he gets like, real clingy.

-I'm totally not making that a headcannon because I do that..

-"Where's Gundham? That guy's constantly attached to you, it's kinda weird not seeing you two together." Kazuichi asks you, taking the volleyball from your hands.

"He was getting changed when I left. I'm pretty sure that he'll be here anytime soon."

You felt pretty bad for just leaving him, and you did wait by his door for a while, you really did! But after 15 minutes of not even hearing any sort of movement in his cottage other than the wheel that was in the Devas' cage making noise.

You talked to Sonia and Mahiru while you waited for him. It was mostly you and Mahiru doing the talking due to your similarities in ultimates, just as you always did.

"You'll have to take some pictures for me so I can draw them! I love drawing scenery with birds and bugs and such, but they don't stay still so it's never how it originally looked. Not as beautiful." You exclaim, presenting an idea to Mahiru.

"That actually sounds like a great idea, Y/n! We should do trades! I can take the picture, you draw it, and we'll trade some of them!" Mahiru seemed just as excited about the idea as you did.

You suddenly hear a gasp of what seemed to be excitment from Sonia from next to you.

"What? Are you alright Sonia?" You place a hand on her shoulder.

"There's your boyfriend, Y/n." Hiyoko says from behind you, snickering.

You look back at her then ahead to see a grumpy looking Gundham.

You now blush at the comment. Realizing what she was implying.

"He's not my boyfriend." You grumble at her.

You take your hand off of Sonia's shoulder and walk to Gundham.

He was in swimming trunks and still wearing his purple scarf. Some of the others found it odd, but where else would he keep the Devas?

"You okay, Gundham? You look upset, did something happen?" You say with a worried look on your face.

Gundham's face softens upon seeing you and he sits down on the sand.

"No, everything is great!" Gundham exclaims.

"Well, if everything is great with you, then I'm great too!" You smile.

-You literally spend 20 minutes just to build a small "castle" (a sorry excuse for one at that)

-Gundham has already made a big ass castle, stong and large enough to allow the Devas to run around on.

-You are BAFFLED because how the fuck did he do that so quick.

-One of his many talents.

-You give up and go back with Sonia.

-He just kinda does his own thing and makes his sandcastles while you go back to playing volleyball. He doesn't mind, he likes seeing you happy, but sometimes he can't help but feel a little jealous.

-Mahiru is definitely the first to know about your "little" crush. She knows before you do somehow. I feel like she could read people really well, especially when she knows them real well.

-Now, if you think any of Mahiru's small teases are embarrassingly bad, wait until Hiyoko gets an idea of it...

-She's relentless regardless, and making fun of someone is real EXTREMELY easy for her. So expect *loud* teases so everyone else around can hear.

-Anyone that hangs around with Gundham, or even just comes across him with the small chance that he's not with you, will 100% RELENTLESSLY tease him.

-"Why aren't you with your girlfriend?", "How's the relationship with Y/n going?", "Have you guys, y'know.. done anything?" <-*cough* that is definitely a Teruteru thing to say.

-I feel like one of them would try and play matchmaker, though miserably failing.

-Now, while some of the people on the island might kinda think Gundham is.. odd.. they'll still try to talk him into saying SOMETHING just so they can get rid of yours and Gundham's whining, though I'd feel Gundham would somehow be better at hiding it?

-Skipping to the *good part*, you're definitely the one to confess.

-This guy thinks he's hot shit but in reality he's TERRIFIED of saying anything about his feelings. In his head he's terrified that you'll never talk to him again. He just doesn't want to lose his one friend that cares so much for him like no one else has.

-If you thought Gundham was blushing like a madman when you two were holding hands, he's blushing even *harder* once you tell him. Same stammering mess, of course.

-You stare at Gundham, far longer than you would like to admit, completely disregarding the drawing you were originally doing of him reading one of his books 10 minutes ago.

Though he had a hardened look on his face, he still had some sort of softness due to him remembering that he was in your presence when no one else would.

He looks away from his book for a moment, just having finished the chapter he was on to glance at you, only to be met with you looking at him as well.

He looks away quickly, telling himself that you were just looking at him to get some sort of reference for your drawing, now suddenly turning red.

He buried his face into his scarf and busied himself with Jum-p, who had just come out onto his shoulder.

You smile to yourself, "Gundham..?"

"Hmm?"

"Can I tell you something? And you can't tell anyone else this either," You adjust your position, placing your sketchbook and pencil onto the floor of his room.

"Of course, Y/n,"

That's one thing you loved most about being this close with Gundham. He only ever talked so softly like that to you, and you only.

"I'm in love with you."

You knew that you'd grown more than fond of him for a while, but you didn't know what the funny feeling he gave you was until just two weeks ago, and after realising, it was all you thought about and it drove you insane to the point where you knew you had to say something.

Gundham's brain short circuited and he stared at you for what felt like ages to you, and it was making you nervous for his response, but his heart was practically beating out of his chest and if you were close enough you swear you could hear it loud and clear.

Of course he didn't mean to do this, but he couldn't believe that someone like you would let alone be his friend, but also fall in love him.

"Please say something," you say nervously.

Gundham could only nod, not too sure if that could be considered a response for something, as he was still unable to talk purely out of shock.

You were unsure if that single nod was a good thing, though the devas made it clear that it was.

They all crawled up your arms to sit on your shoulders and began to give you small "pecks" on your cheek. This only caused Gundham to become more red, which was surprisingly possible.

"I– I too, feel the same way," Gundham says, clearing his throat as if he were playing off his previous shortout.

You smile before walking up to Gundham, the four devas still on your shoulders, and give him a hug.

He tenses for a second, then remembers how fondly you feel of him, and he quickly relaxes, returning to embrace.

"I love you," You whisper.

"I love you too.." he replies, an awkward yet soft tone appearant in the way he says it.

You place a small peck on his cheek.

-It takes the two of you a while to show any PDA, but hand holding is as far as you'll go.

-He's a pretty shy guy. Like I said before, he thinks he's hot shit but in reality he's really terrified to show any PDA or relationship-y stuff like that.

-Honestly, being that, the relationship was more secret and whoever found out, found out purely out of a guess or by someone else saying something.

-Being that most of everyone kind of teased the both of you about the whole "relationship" thing before you guys became a thing, it takes them a while to figure it out that the two of you are together.

-"Pfft, who are you waiting for, your boyfriend," Hiyoko teases.

You were waiting outside of the Rocketpunch Market for Gundham to get some seeds before going to the beach with everyone else, and Hiyoko happened to get some of her gummy bears. She caught you waiting outside for some time and figured that you were waiting for Gundham after she saw him in there.

You stayed quiet and looked down at her for a moment before going back to your sketchpad.

"You're weird. No wonder you two weirdos get along with eachother,"

"Be nice, Hiyoko! Hi, Y/n! How are you today? Are you going down to the beach, too?" Mahiru asks after scolding Hiyoko.

"Hello, Mahiru! I'm doing well, just waiting for Gundham. He's picking up some sunflower seeds. I think I might go down but I was planning on hanging out with him instead," You respond as you wave at her.

Mahiru smiles and gives you a look.

"What?"

"Nothing," Mahiru says, walking away with Hiyoko, "I'll see you later, Y/n! Have fun and tell Gundham I said hi."

-As I said, the two of you just wait it out and if people find out, they find out. No use denying it with how close you'd been before, and how much closer you are now.

-Once Gundham and you get more comfortable than before, and after everybody has already found out (or most), you might get more comfy with slight PDA.

-It's much nicer now that you two are together because either of you have no suppressed feelings.

-I've got nothing else other than he's real sweet. I dunno man.

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This shit was so much fun to write, honest. I have no clue how many words this is but it is LONG. Hope you enjoyed😋

[twisted-wonderland-shenanigans]

Hiatus Update

Hey everyone! I hope everyone had a wonderful holiday season and is ready for the next year!

I'm really sorry that I keep falling into a hiatus status, but I've been doing a lot of thinking lately about some things.

No, this isn't an announcement of canceling my AUs or that I'm dropping Twisted Wonderland! I still love the series very much and I still have far too much in mind with the AUs to stop thinking about them so soon! I just wanted to get that out of the way since I realize my lack of content creation lately seems to have worried a few people, and I'd like to apologize to everyone for worrying you all.

That being said, that brings me to my next point, and...it's going to get serious. No TW, it's nothing like that! Just...me speaking my thoughts and realizations. TLDR at the end if you want to skip the ramble!

I've been writing for this blog for...gosh, I think about three years now? It feels less than that for me, but that's a lot of writing done over the years. So many AU ideas, so many asks, so much love for the AUs I've created that--honestly--I almost didn't even start this blog had it not been for some encouragement from a good friend. And I'm glad I did! These past few years have been some of the most creatively liberating times I've had before I ever discovered Twisted Wonderland (would you believe it was originally Leona that made me want to play it despite Malleus being the one that kept popping up in my feed to the point I had to try and figure out what his name was? XD).

Yet despite all that writing and hyper-fixating, I've come to realize and accept that I'm experiencing quite the huge burnout...and I have been for quite a while without realizing or accepting it.

It's not because of any particular wip fic or art that I've been slowing down. The burnout had been happening for a while and just boiled over, and I think as a result...I started doubting myself over time. Doubting that what I was writing was going to be good, or that I'd be able to fulfill everyone's requests or asks in a way that makes them happy or feel that I put as much effort into the writing as I do with others, feeling like I'd be letting people down if I don't make something as long or detailed as some of my other responses, or making promises of grand ideas and not being able to deliver on it. I didn't feel connected to my writing, that it wasn't meant for me to enjoy or feel like I could be part of.

To put it simply, I put far too much pressure on myself, and the lack of feedback or reactions beyond likes on some fics I spent a lot of time and effort on didn't exactly help my mind's relationship with my own writing. Because of that self-imposed pressure, I'd...forgotten what it was like to love my own writing, to enjoy the process for what it was and to feel like I can just write what I want and feel included in my own adventures. Writing consumed me to the point that most days...I'd only be able to stare at the blank screen or my notebooks, the words and scenes in my mind yet unable to string them together in tangible form and yet I felt terrible NOT sitting there trying to write.

It was a pretty vicious cycle I couldn't break until now.

Lately, I've been focusing more on self-care. Not just physical stuff like hygiene or cooking better home meals (though I am doing that), but I mean giving myself other things to enjoy on my self-care wheel.

This is what I mean by the self-care wheel (link to instagram post ). It puts it in a way that makes sense, and I hope it helps someone else as well! Here's a screenshot of the post for those who don't have Instagram.

I've been watching more anime and other shows on streaming services lately, I've been playing other games like World of Warcraft (which has become my current obsession!) among others, and just...essentially breaking up the routine I had where I did nothing but writing, so I could take a break. And honestly? I've been able to write other things again. But this time for myself.

I feel like I'm able to enjoy the process again.

I love my writing again!

But I know better than to just assume that things are okay now and I can jump back into the blog so soon. I don't want to repeat what I had been doing when I thought my burnout was gone and just silently falling into hiatus again. Healing isn't a linear process no matter what it's for, and things won't get better if I don't start being kinder to myself.

So to bring a long story short:

I'm okay. I'll be okay, I just have to remind myself to enjoy more hobbies and interests in my life to make each day more fulfilling--more rounded. And when I come back to Twisted Wonderland, I'll go at my own pace and remember to write for myself too. I'd still love to chat and ramble about it or even about other fandoms or things to try! I've spent far too long building this blog to let it and the wonderful people who have followed and commented and even sent asks and fanart go away, and I want to connect in a way I feel I hadn't been able to in ages. ;;v;;

Remember to take care of yourselves, and find other things to fill your self-care wheel! It'll take time and effort, but I promise that things will start to feel better the more you realize you've got other things to make life worthwhile. 💝

TLDR: I'm okay! I'm just going to be on hiatus for a while longer and working more on self-care to remember to enjoy life as it should be enjoyed. Writing and concept art will resume at my own pace when I feel I'm able to consistently enjoy the process of writing for the fandom again. Would love to ramble and chat about other hobbies and interests and interact with the community though!

[leyyvi]

My dear, you’re the best fanfic writer and I’ve been chasing the same high I felt when reading PWASOI ever since I finished it. I need to know which fics do you recommend from any fandom, I trust your judgement your writing is just immaculate.

okay thank youuu

-Amanda from FL

ALRIGHT HERE'S MY RECS!! Please keep in mind some of the warnings on the fics! Also a lot of these are unfinished/haven't been updated in a while, sorry lol. i also don't read fics very often anymore so most of these are from YEARS ago fdgjkhdfjkg. also also i tried recommending ones that i haven't talked about much before (TIASOS is the exception bc i think every levi and erwin lover needs to read it)

Levi x Reader:

this is a story of the sea by shinzouing

if you're looking to be in an emotional three-way relationship with eruri THIS IS THE FUCKING FIC FOR YOU!!! follows canonverse mostly, but they also have an alternate version where erwin lives through RTS arc AND they have a bunch of sexy side chapters within the same universe. god the tension between all 3 of them is just so delicious, especially with reader and levi. i've cried, i've laughed, i've ca-anyways. please read all their erurixreader stuff i'm begging you

sabbatical by doinmybesthere

one-shot fic. so good. i LOVE the way levi is portrayed here. ugh idk the setting of this fic makes me think of being in Forks from twilight...theres a certain vibe that i can't really pinpoint but i love it so much (i think this was by emme who used to be on tumblr :((( i miss them)

first times anthology by levmada(ao3) aka pookie aka @rivangel

ok not to be annoying but i absolutely would put everything kane has written about levi on this list. i am so serious. just go through his blog, you'll be eating so good especially if you're looking for gn/trans reader content.

anyways ABOUT THIS FIC SPECIFICALLY i love the way levi talks in this... it feels so... LEVI. god. Kane's way with Levi's dialogue makes me insane in the best way for real

Rapture for the Sinners by IXWrites

i think you need an account to read this

i haven't caught up with the last updated chapter but it's one of the first LevixReader fics I ever read and I love the characterization in it

The Silent Sounds of Shackled Hearts by silesy

I haven't caught up with this one either but I read the first few chapters as they were being released and I remember liking Levi's characterization and the premise of the story, I thought it was interesting and I'm a sucker for fantasy settings

Death's Door by SongsOfApollo

if you like REALLY slow burns this is so good. as a warning/disclaimer it's not finished and iirc they stopped in a point where you might feel like you're blue-balled fdgkdfjkgh

however they go into so much character/world/relationship building that i can't not rec it. this fic is so ridiculously detailed (in a good way) and immersive. if you wanna feel like you're in canonverse i would definitely read this

A Ballad of Broken Wings by Silesy

Modern au detective reader x levi!!!! i love this one!! i need to re-read it now that it's finished

note that reader does have a name idk if that's your thing or not (personally i didn't feel like it affected my reading experience)

OK onto the non-Levi content

Admist a Clash of Worlds by cloudsarefluffy

Arthur Morgan x reader

GOD PLEASE READ THIS EVEN IF IT'S NOT FINISHED. also there's pretty art. also it's probably my fave non-Levi fic ever.

600K WORDS IS BEAUTIFUL TO ME but seriously.... I love their relationship SO MUCH sdgvfdgvfdsgjkdfh this is one of the fics that inspired me to write

Set the Fire in Your Eyes by cloudsarefluffy

one-shot with A/B/O dynamics and man it's soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo sexy that's all i will say. 11k words of delicious word porn (honestly I'd rec anything by this author w/ ArthurxReader)

Deviant Behavior by Precursor

Connor x Reader (Detroit Become Human)

ugh please read this, it's on the same level as Admist a Clash of Worlds for me, another fic that literally shaped me as a writer i am SO serious

i dont think you need to have played DBH either because they include a lot of the plot/storyline in it. i need to finish reading this one

niche fics that idk if you'll like but I wanna put them on this list bc i liked them a lot FKGJHDFJGKH

Gunsmoke in Mirrors by cyancherub

read the warnings!!!

psycho-pass fanfic, Kogami Shinya x reader. heed the warnings on it but my god the TENSION in this fic and the twists... i was absolutely feral when i first read this fic and it threw me so deep into Kogami brainrot

an act of kindness by Khismer

read the warnings!!!!!

i'm not sure if you'll understand this fic without knowing about mystic messenger tbh gsfhdjkdfh but Saeran was my blorbo before Levi...he's a little messed up in the head but if you don't mind being kidnapped in a fic....

OK I THINK THAT'S EVERYTHING??? at least what remained of my bookmarks... there's a ton more i could talk about but i'm trying to include stuff that i don't often see recommended so