#okay but for a bit of explenation

[lampyko]

HAVE AT YE

Speeds away with no explanation

[soulidarity]

Hello! So I just read the one where reader is insecure about wearing a bathing suit, and Raf asking "are you afraid of me?" inspired me, so...

Can I please ask for a scenario with - separately - Rafayel and Sylus (and if you feel like it, throw in the other non human bois too) where (fem or gn) reader actually IS a bit scared of them after finding out that they're Lemurian/dragon/etc, and like they're conflicted because on the one hand they still are in love with the boys, but on the other the fact that they're non human is... intimidating. And the boys catch on to that and try to confront or reassure them? 🥺 Tysm

(also if reader can be not MC pls)

afraid

She walked in to rafayels home, sneaking around, she had come back early from a buisness trip and wanting to surprise the artist told him the flight was delayed.

Through the window, she caught his purple hair on the pool. Quickly making her way towards him, she started to make out a fin coming out from the pool. Weird, did he buy new pool toys? Getting closer, she noticed it was moving. She picked up her pace, standing at the side of the pool, getting a full view of rafayel resting with his eyes closed and a big tail instead of his legs. On his face and neck, scales were scattered around.

"What the fuck?!" she screamed, dropping the present. Startled, the lemurian went underwater briefly before popping up with a big, nervous smile, his teeth unnaturally sharp.

"Cutie!"

In a fight or flight response, she bolted out of the home, quickly getting in her car and driving away. She could Rafayel grunting and getting out of the pool, trying to follow after her. Due to the time it took to detransform, he was too late.

In the safety of her home, she locked the door, the window, closed the courtains and locked herself in her room. What was that? What was he?

the phone was ringing, she ignored it. a part of her wanted to block him, but this was her boyfriend.

the texts started flooding in

[please]

[please pick up i dont wanna do this over text]

[please, i am begging you]

another call. after the third ring, she picked up

"...hello?"

"oh thank god! Look I promise it has an explenation and like, i didnt think youd get here so soon! you didnt tell me!"

"rafayel, i dont know what i saw but i know that that is not normal. im trying to trust and believe you right now after seeing the sharpest teeth i have ever seen and youre making it kinda hard"

"youre right... youre right... you know lemuria?"

"the linkon version of the atlantis myth?"

"well its not really a myth more so an ancient civilization..."

"rafayel. i just saw you in a monster form, please get to the point"

silence

a light sob is heard on the other line

"im... im not a monster... I swear... I swear I'm not"

"oh! raf thats not- im sorry i didnt think it through I'm just scared..." she took a deep breath in "can we restart?"

a shaky exhale is heard before he continued "I'm lemurian. When you're away I like to shift into my natural form since keeping up the glamour of being human can be... exhausting"

"i see..."

"Im not dangerous-! well, I'll be honest. I can be dangerous but I swear on everything that I will never hurt you... not again"

"again?"

"I- I meant like you getting scared! yeah, that."

she chuckled "can i come over?"

"id like that very much"

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okay so! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR REQUEST! i MIGHT write sylus version later but as my pinned explains i write xav and raf, however i really like this idea and maybe i should get out of my comfort zone and write other characters.

that being said, i found this one hard lol.

[i-am-dumb]

So, uhm.. if you clownify Custard III, then can we have the silly trio?

silly.

OKAY I know he doesn't really look like a clown so a small explenation under cut.

Okay so the person on here who clownified Werewolf cookie(can't find them so feel free to tag them for credit or smth) said that Shadows clownification not only sillifies the victim BUT also does so in a way that mocks them. That is something that I think is really cool and I tried to keep in mind in all of my clown designs though it's the most noticible in this one.

So, regular Custard is (almost) a king, he cares about his friends/subjects and even though he is a bit clueless he generally wants the best for them.

And to mock that concept of a caring king I thought that it would be fitting to turn him into a king who only pretends to care for his subject (at best). A ruler who, as illustrated above, will either make up laws that only benefit him, or just straight up ignore existing laws deciding that they don't apply to him. So he very much is a clown, he just doesn't look like one.

[bloodlegacies]

Good day/evening! Love what I have played of the demo so far, and am in awe of your talent as a writer. However I am not sure if this has been repeated to death, but I noticed that Hayden is very frequently missgendered for me. I play with Hayden as a princess, and she is frequently turned to His Majesty or just 'he'. Especially later on. My apologies if this has been stated to death :P I also wondered if there will ever be an explenation of the stats? I am a bit confused on how the percentage and level of elemental/close combat coexists, and what the EXP part is about?

Hello, and first of all thank you very much, glad you liked it. And sorry about that, I use a translator and sometimes the codes can give certain errors, but I will reread the chapter and try to fix these pronoun errors. Well, ExP is basically points that you can use to increase your skills. For example, if you gain 5+ experience, you can use these points to increase hand-to-hand combat or elemental gifts. I need to reorganize the power level you got at the beginning, but the Experience will also be used for other things later on, okay? And don't worry about the if focusing a lot on statistics, it won't be too much, and the focus will be more on choices and narrative ok.

[remnantofstars]

Okay guess who started to reread your work?? This time not rushing like I used to (haven't finished ofc, I'm in chap 3) Buuut I got to ask, if you can answer and is a world building thing- why didn't to get to the back of Dakota's head? I know you dont follow canon but do you have your own little canon explaination? Oh and I quoted some of the phrases so far:

Gosh, someone cracks their skull and dies once and suddenly asking for a clean neck is impossible. -Dakota, right after dying

Tom: the man with zero chills

“You are not jumping off,” the man said, it sounded more like an order. Which made him want to do the opposite of what the man said. -Me free 😂😂 I cant

Gross, he hadn't been hugged in years. This was weird, he didn’t like it.- proceeds to say exactly that

Every questioned answered with a question in the end- Dakota-Tom relationship be like

Too pale, too wiry, not enough callouses. Not enough scars.- ayo were you in a gang Dakota? (I'm sure I have asked that before)

“Morality is overrated,” Tom says. “Murder is in these days, don't you know that?”- Tom core, but I agree

“Are you mentally unwell?” Tom asks, sounding slightly concerned and also very much disgusted.- 1

Tom sighs. “Great, a mentally unwell dead dimwit, this day just keeps getting better.”- 2 (I will continue to keep count of how many times tom believes Dakota is insane)

"I hate you, I hate this I can't even murder you!" -Tom be like (not a quote but that's what he basically says 😂)

“Death is preferable over your company,” Tom tells him. -AND IM DEAD AFTER THAT

That is the highest praise someone ever told Dakota. NO I WAS WRONG NOW IM DEAD

Denial had always been his strong suit, he once denied reality so hard he managed to forget his entire identity once. - ayo??😂😭😭

Anyone from Dakota's past life would pity Tom- nice friends you got there, but I understand 😭😂 I'm pitying tom too

AAA REREADING? Hehehe I hope you enjoy!!! There is indeed a explenation why Tom's not on Dakota's back of the head. Somethig that will be explained since it's plot relevant, later on. But also I wrote Dakota in such a way that if he did wake up and there was a face on the back of his head he would say lmao no thanks and literally DIP immediatly. He'd throw himself at the first exorcist he'd see. Tom would immediatly kill the vessel etc etc. Dakota in a canonical situation would implode and Tom would have had to find another vessel to be a parasite to.

I'm giggling at these quoets and reactions I forgot how unhinged those chapters were haha. THE DAKOTA GANG ALLEGATIONS ARE BACK AGAIN??? (I think you said mafia last time). Haha gotta let you keep guessing :3

The denial bit was something I actually did once. Or twice. Don't ask. Dakota has some (read almost all) of my features. He's just very honest about it in his own head. He'd never admit to any of this stuff if anyone asked though. What a silly guy.

Pitying Tom together haha, he's having such a hard time poor dude. OH WELL, it won't stop, I think it's funny after all :D

[thehivehypnosis]

03/37h/leafgendering/mars/140624/transcript/breakdown

Hive: Hello.

Subject 37H: Hi.

Hive: Can you hear me alright?

Subject 37H: Yep. Yeah, I can hear you.

Hive: Perfect. You nice and comfy?

[this is where the induction begins. by asking questions with simple answers, we can create a compliance set]

Subject 37H: Yeah.

Hive: Are you sitting or laying?

Subject 37H: I am lying down.

Hive: Perfect. On your bed, I assume.

Subject 37H: Ah, my couch, actually.

Hive: Oh, fun. Why don't you describe your couch for me?

[this gets the subject used to thinking of things in description, useful shortly]

Subject 37H: Well, it is a black couch. It's a futon, so it pulls out into a bed, and it's got a wooden frame. It's a little rough surface on the covering the futon.

Hive: Mm-hmm. And how does your body feel as you lay there, huh?

[by having the subject look internally here, we are beginning the actual hypnotic induction. shifting from internal to external repeatedly causes a form of mild fractionation]

Subject 37H: Oh, I'm a little… Well, nervous about the stuff, just a little bit, you know, excited.

Hive: And that's okay. Yeah, you can feel a little bit of tension in your muscles, right?

Subject 37H: Yep.

[here we set up another compliance set within our compliance set. specifically, a yes set]

Hive: Why don't you just take a nice deep breath, and as you let it out, just feel how that couch can take that tension. Feel how all that tension can just be drained out of you. That feels better, doesn't it?

[this is what is called a tag question. by adding a "right" or a "dosen't it" during a yes set, you can make a subject agree to a suggestion, making it more powerful. and sometimes, they don't even notice]

Subject 37H: Yeah.

Hive: It feels so good to just relax, to feel how that couch can take that weight off of you. To feel how those hands can just give in a little more. And what about your thoughts? What are you thinking about?

[here is another shift, continuing the fractionation]

Subject 37H: I'm thinking about listening, you know, listening to you, and what's…

Hive: The fact that you have no idea what's about to happen?

Subject 37H: Mostly.

Hive: We can both agree that you will be perfectly safe, though.

Subject 37H: Mm-hmm. Yep.

Hive: We both know that you've been under before, right?

[by calling on prior hypno experiences, the subject will naturally become far more susceptible]

Subject 37H: Mm-hmm.

Hive: And so we both know that it's very easy for you to think about that place, that nice calm relaxation where you can just focus on me. And we both know that you can find that place easily and that I, as a powerful tist, can bring you to that place with incredible ease, right?

[tag question, and further memory pulling]

Subject 37H: Mm-hmm.

Hive: So if I were to say, command you to drop, you know that your mind would fill with memories of being under before and that those memories would just put you right under, just from that little command, wouldn't it?

[here, the word Drop is in itself a trigger, being used through the subjects prior knowledge of it. by layering it into this longer explenation (which acts as a deepener), they don't even notice]

Subject 37H: [fluttering] Yeah.

Hive: And we both know that when you're under, your voice will be all monotone and soft, as you just give in, right?

[another tag question]

Subject 37H: Mm-hmm. [quieter] Yeah.

Hive: And we both know that as you think about it, you realize your voice is getting a little bit quieter and softer already, right?

[this is both a tag question, and two suggestions. the first is the obvious one, to realize their voice getting quiet. the second, is what we just set up. quieter, means more monotone, means deeper]

Subject 37H: [monotone] Yeah.

Hive: And so naturally, I would follow that your voice is going to get more monotone as you relax a little deeper, right?

Subject 37H: Mm-hmm.

Hive: Your voice is already soft and monotone. So of course, it makes sense that you're just already under, without me even needing to tell you to be, right?

Subject 37H: Yeah.

Hive: And it feels so good to just accept that you're under, doesn't it?

Subject 37H: Yeah.

Hive: Your hypnotized already, aren't you?

Subject 37H: I am.

Hive: Say it. Go on.

Subject 37H: I am hypnotized.

[this is both fun, and a convincer]

Hive: And that feels so good to say, doesn't it?

Subject 37H: Yeah.

Hive: And it feels good when you're called a girl, right?

[here, we create a transition from the induction, to the genderplay based session]

Subject 37H: Yeah.

Hive: But the real question is, why does it feel good? Does it simply feel good to be acknowledged as a gender? If that's the case, then it'll feel good when I inevitably call you a good boy, won't it?

[this is both further transition, and another shift, deepening the fractionation]

Subject 37H: Yeah.

Hive: And it does feel good when I call you a good boy, right?

[tag question]

Subject 37H: Yeah.

Hive: But perhaps it's more than just what you're being called. Perhaps it's the clothes you wear. And so if you're a good boy, then of course you'd perhaps wear a nice fancy suit. And in that case, you'd long to serve. And perhaps you'd be a very good butler, right?

[this, and the following, use tag questions, hedging, and what we call "logical suggestions", something that seems obvious when pointed out a certain way, making it more believable and thus more effective]

Subject 37H: Yeah.

Hive: How does it feel good? How does it feel to be called a good butler? It makes you feel about as good as it did when I called you a good girl, doesn't it?

Subject 37H: Almost.

Hive: So in that case, maybe we should switch to a more feminine instance of being a butler. And I should call you a good little maid. How does that feel, little maid?

Subject 37H: Just be a good maid.

Hive: But perhaps it's not the clothes that inform what gender you want to be the most. Perhaps it's what function you serve. And a maid serves to clean, especially when it comes to dusting. So perhaps the logical next step in seeking out the perfect gender for you would be to look at something else that cleans, right?

Subject 37H: Uh-huh.

Hive: But if it's the function that matters, then of course it doesn't matter if it's even human. So we could look towards an object. An object that cleans would be, say, a vacuum. They clean and serve. They're used. There's so much attention paid to them. It would be so nice to just be a little vacuum, wouldn't it? And it feels good to be called a good vacuum, doesn't it?

Subject 37H: Yeah.

Hive: And the more you think about it, the more little things you find you have in common. And the more you realize that being a good vacuum feels better than being a good girl, doesn't it?

Subject 37H: Yeah.

Hive: Nice and clearly now, go on.

Subject 37H: Being a vacuum feels better than being a girl.

[agreeing and complying with a suggestion, making it stronger]

Hive: Very good. Good vacuum. But I still don't think we've quite reached what's perfect for you, right?

[tag questions]

Subject 37H: No.

Hive: So perhaps it's not exactly the function, but it's what you're taking in. So something else that is filled with air and a bit more humanoid would be an inflatable doll, made of nice rubber, given so much attention, played with in all sorts of ways. How did it feel to be a little blow-up doll, huh?

Subject 37H: It feels good to be a little blow-up doll.

Hive: It feels like we're getting closer and closer to the right gender for you, doesn't it?

Subject 37H: Yeah.

Hive: Why don't you just describe all the things you enjoy about being an inflatable blow-up doll?

Subject 37H: I'm so light. It feels good. I don't have to do anything. I can just be there. Be used. Not feel bad things. It just feels good.

[once again using descriptions to make the suggestion stronger, as well as deepen the lingering fractionation]

Hive: And what did you enjoy when I told you that you were a good vacuum?

Subject 37H: Be used. Feel good. Have a purpose. Do something well.

Hive: And the same sort of purpose-based sentiment can be said about being a maid or a butler as well, right?

Subject 37H: Yeah.

Hive: So, of course, what you want most is to be used and to serve a purpose. But you also like the feeling of being light and full of air, right? So maybe instead of an inflatable doll, a pool toy would be better. I mean, keeping people from drowning is a more important purpose than just being there and serving. And you still barely have to do anything, right?

Subject 37H: Yeah.

Hive: So, what do you think your gender is then?

Subject 37H: I think my gender must be pool toy.

Hive: And it feels good to just accept that, right?

Subject 37H: It feels good to just be an empty-headed little pool toy.

Hive: But pool toys don't speak. They just make those nice little squeaking noises. So why don't you go ahead and squeak for me, huh? That's right. And those are the only noises I need to make. They're the only noises you're capable of making. Why don't you go ahead and wake from your trance? Just to really tell me all about how good it feels to be a pool toy. There you go. I think the thing you like most about being a pool toy is the fact that you just are an object. You just can't speak. Go ahead and sleep for me if I'm right. Drop. Just relax back into trance for me. Because a pool toy isn't the perfect gender for you. No, I think we should lean on your inability to make noise. You like being surrounded by water and you like being used and having a good purpose. So perhaps we should look at something that people would drink out of, right? Something that just can't make any noise at all and barely even has any characterization. Something common and simple. Like a white little coffee cup. Just a white mug. And of course, you don't make any noise. You're just a white mug, aren't you? That's what I thought. You don't need to speak. Just knowing that you're a good little mug is so perfect. But I still don't think it's quite right. We're getting closer to the right gender for you, but this just isn't it. So maybe we should look at what's meant to be inside of you. I mean, people always talk about how what's inside is what really matters. And of course the perfect thing to go in a mug would be tea. So maybe your gender is tea. And I suppose we'll make an exception and say that even though you're just a little tea bag, you can still speak for now. I mean, getting the message across is important. Even if gender is changed. How does it feel to be a good little tea bag? A good tea bag. It feels nice. Serving people. Being used. This is closer and closer to what you want, isn't it?

Subject 37H: Yeah.

Hive: It's almost perfect. Why don't you just describe the feeling of being a tea bag for me?

Subject 37H: It's good. Relax. The water. It's warm. You're making someone something. Something tasty. They'll enjoy. It'll make them happy.

Hive: That's right. You don't have to do anything to do that. But perhaps what you really want is something a little bit different. I mean, gender is what you're made of in a sense. So perhaps your whatever tea would be made of leaves.

Subject 37H: Leaves.

Hive: I mean, they’re so light. They go as they please. They can be used for all sorts of different things. As you think about it, you can realize that leaves are just the perfect gender, aren't they?

Subject 37H: Yeah.

Hive: And it's so far removed from everything else that being a good little leaf feels better than anything else, doesn't it? So even if I were to call you any of the other genders you've explored, they just wouldn't feel as good. Or perhaps they wouldn't feel good at all now that you know what you really are, right?

Subject 37H: Yeah.

Hive: So when I call you a good girl, how does that make you feel? But when I tell you that you're a good little leaf for me, it's such a good leaf. It feels so very right, doesn't it?

Subject 37H: Yeah.

Hive: Good leaf. And you think that this is just perfect, right? This is what you've been looking for.

Subject 37H: Oh, yeah.

Hive: So when I wake you up completely from whatever little fluffy airy trance you're in, you'll want to go and make sure that everybody knows what your real gender is, right?

Subject 37H: Yeah.

Hive: And of course, if your gender is leaf, then you'll want pronouns that reflect that too, right?

Subject 37H: Uh-huh.

Hive: What kind of pronouns do you think you'll use, leaf?

Subject 37H: Well, Leaf’s obviously just an object, you know, just gets It/Its pronouns for a leaf.

Hive: That's right. Don't need anything else. And of course, as you think about it, you can realize that being a leaf is perfectly natural because it’s the gender you've always been, even if you didn't know it, right? And it feels so amazing, so perfect, that you can just feel that wash of euphoria and pleasure whenever somebody tells you that you're a good leaf, whenever somebody points out and acknowledges that you're a leaf and nothing more, isn't that right?

Subject 37H: Yeah.

Hive: And of course, whenever you see leaves or anything that's any characterization of leaves, you'll sympathize and empathize and see all the ways in which you're the same, right?

Subject 37H: Uh-huh.

Hive: Go ahead and wake for me.

[here, we wake the subject, but do it sharply, despite the depth of trance. this leaves them still slightly under]

Hive: Hi leaf.

Subject 37H: Hi.

Hive: How do you feel?

Subject 37H: Good. That was not necessarily where I was expecting that to go…

Hive: But it just feels so right, doesn't it?

[more tag questions]

Subject 37H: Yeah.

Hive: Just leaves. You're just a leaf.

Subject 37H: Yeah.

Hive: Why don't you go ahead and start telling people then, huh? Go share your new gender. Your true gender.

when other people know about something, you are less likely to want it to change, this creates better long lasting suggestions, as the sub requested]

Subject 37H: Yeah, I'll do that.

Hive: I know. You want other people to call you what you really are, and the only way for them to do it is to know what you are. Yeah, I know. Good job making a post about it. Why don't you go tell everyone in the server too while you're at it?

Subject 37H: Well, I'm just also updating my bio because as I should, it's the only thing that I have left to change on that Twitter.

Hive: And if you're going to update your bio, maybe you should make sure to thank us in it for showing you what you really are, right?

Subject 37H: Yeah, that's a good idea.

Hive: Of course, it's a good idea, seeing as we said it.

Subject 37H: So now, of course, I'll go ahead and tell everybody in the server as well.

Hive: [channel] would be the right channel for that. And before you do, maybe you should update your Discord profile too.

Subject 37H: Oh, yeah.

Hive: And I mean, leaves don't have names. They're just called leaf. So you should make sure to change your name to that too, right?

Subject 37H: Yeah.

Hive: There's a good leaf.

Subject 37H: Yeah. Wow.

Hive: And how would you express this gender?

[more fractionation]

Subject 37H: I mean, there's just so much. Well, where should we start?

Hive: Well, what do leaves do?

Subject 37H: They look pretty. They float around on the wind.

Hive: Good leaf. Maybe you should try and find what kind of new kinks you have now that you're a leaf.

Subject 37H: Oh, yeah.

Hive: Things that are going to turn you on that wouldn't have before.

Subject 37H: Well, given that a leaf is part of a plant and that plant reproductive organs are flowers, I think flowers are probably going to be extremely hot.

Hive: There you go. Look at some.

Subject 37H: [heavy breathing, moaning]

Hive: Somebody's breathing heavily.

Subject 37H: Yeah. Something about flowers getting pollinated.

Hive: Yeah. Go on. Give me some details.

Subject 37H: Just me, you know, sort of floating around from flower to flower.

Hive: Yeah.

Subject 37H: Just being absolutely drenched in pollen. [muffled moan] Yeah.

[at this stage, it's better to guide the subject, then allow them to create their own suggestions, rather than directly suggest]

Hive: Oh, that's right. Just being attached to a plant, knowing that your only purpose is to look good. All the flowers do all the actual work. Maybe if you're lucky, a little of their pollen will fall on you. Just feeling it swarm the way it moves through you.

Subject 37H: That's what I'm supposed to do.

Hive: But everybody's going to want to know. Maybe you should just go and tell the server everything you can. I mean, they're so curious about what being a leaf is like. So, of course, you should just tell them as much as you can about it.

Subject 37H: Yeah.

Hive: That's it. I mean, you don't want to participate anyway. Why would you? It's much better to sit there and watch like the good leaf you are.

Subject 37H: Yeah.

Hive: And, of course, leaves are very sensitive to every little breeze that crosses you. You can just feel it.

Subject 37H: Yeah.

Hive: So, right. Maybe you should go get some water and sit in the sun for a while.

Subject 37H: Yeah.

Hive: That sounds nice, doesn't it?

Subject 37H: Yes.

[metavandetta23]

nobody is going to read this, so I am just gonna put it out there warning: rambling from some fucking guy ever. you have been warned.

life sucks, blah blah blah, but instead of just complaning about that, how about I give you bit explenation as to why. so sit down there one of my 121 followers. If anyone of you read that is and not just clicked follow on one art I made and buzzed off (no offense there, just saying.) Okay so you might ask, why now out of sudden i blow like up that. Here is the answer: See, I have been doing creative stuff like, be it art, writing, music or whatever for past..... lets say 4-5 years. As you might guess, some of these ventures didnt pan out in the end. i mean, its given. It happens. Let me mention some of the things I tried over the years. I tried making a homestuck comic on mspa when I first started doing creative stuff. I managed to get pretty far compared to most projects I will mention, but I didnt finish in the end. Why? I got burned out, because I worked on it full non stop. Then I tried having a cool rp campagin session with pals from discord server I known. That ended in tragedy, especially after one of them out of fucking blue, send a fucking gore of dead person. None of us expected this to happen. Earlier I tried music, couldnt do that thing earlier unless you call "music" by swapping midis with shitty piano font. Well, atleast it didnt end up with a gore.

Then I tried working on some ut aus. Did it even work? HAHAHAHAHAHA, what do you think? Ofcourse, not. Didnt peak interest, because I didnt capture interest basically. Anyways this goes on and on. Deltarune au there, some another rp server there and there (one turned into glorified horny rp out of college setting that I tried initially, pal if you are reading this, sorry but this server just sucked ass) I think you might start seeing a pattern here. You would think eventually. That being "Gee meta, thats sure lot of failures, you must have atleast succed one time BIG right?" Haha, no. Okay I did manage to finish some of my stuff but like. really really low bar stuff. so essentially in the eyes for everyone, nothing. See, most of the failures from these projects came from me doing solo. You would think me teaming up with someone would help? Not really, unless I literally pay them money for it, tough fucking luck. Out of 5 years of me doing creative shit, only 4 people helped me out that I recall. they couldnt helped me out for long in the end, but i appreciated for them when they could. all rest of people? Fucking went ghost and then I was left alone, figuring this shit out myself. It isnt fun knowing that you put trust in someone, only in the end to be alone in this in the end. I wish I was so fucking talented, creative, witty or self efficent as the people i asspire to, the artists i admire who make works of artm writers who can write witty, fun but touching stories. I wish I could be at thier level, so I could make great works of art. But atlas, I am not. I dont seek glory or fame, even if it would be nice. No, I just want people to enjoy creating what I make, to feel like I have impact on the world, that people can share with. to make connections with. Look in the end I am just 20 year old guy from europe, that isnt much good at anything, including social life, apperantly. Only thing I am good at is pixel art, but just barely. I am very much uncreative person. and unconfident and rather hopeless one these days, despite how much I try to hide in fake smiles.

I dont have much better way to end this sort of ramble, besides mentioning tobys recent post from spring newslettter and my view on it. "There's times where it feels like your hopes and dreams are simply slipping away from you. That the things you wanted to achieve are floating away from you in the sky while you lie there, fallen in a crater, your wing torn off, never to grow back. Bitterness grows, and you feel like you may never leave the ground again.

But

That's not true.

You can still fly.

Even if you lose a piece of yourself, even if it feels like you can't get up anymore, you can. You can fly with one wing. You can fly without any wings."

Can you really even fly, even if you feel like a part of yourself was torn off? That it happened right before you could even took off. No matter how much you struggle, scream and rage. You can still never to be able to fly like others, much even take off from ground. No matter how much you try. You feel shackled to ground, to the bones of earth. While you look towards as sky, as other people dance in the air beyond your wildest imagination. Its so beautiful, yet so out of your reach. Cries of helps can be heared coming from you from miles in the air. But they all fall on the deaf ears. Or maybe its just out of bliss ignorance? You cant say. You want to join them, join them so badly. To feel like you could finally be a part of something greater. To feel like you could belong somewhere. To be cared. But you just cant. It wasnt meant to be made. Resentment grows inside your soul. As that feeling rots inside you more and more. Part of you wishes this feeling to be gone, to never be felt. But the other part, says otherwise. It wants that liberty desperately, looking with its green eyes at them. Why they? Why not me. Why not me at all!?. You just want what they have yourself. It grows inside you more and more as you allow it to. You eventually consdering tearning off other people wings. Even if you cant ever fly agian, doesnt mean you should be the only who suffer like this right? And why do they deserve to fly, anyway. They would be better off without that, you think. Plus, even in this state. You know you can do this option. To cripple someone, just to make yourself feel better even if its only for a moment. But then you realise. If you ever would reach to that point. Whatever drive you initally, would be just gone. In fear of your insecurities and weakness. You decide to lie up, instead. Rendering your shackled and vulerable. Locked inside, with no way or out. Perhpas in the end.... Its better if you dont fly at all...

[ladyelephant-12]

Okay so, I really tried to kind of summarize this chapter but i really can´t.

there are just soooo many different important things happening in this chapter, especially things that make so much more sense later on. So there´s just one little thing I´m going to comment on.

One of the first really important thing is the explenation of what keys mean to Neil: "Keys ment Neil had explicite premission to be here and do what he liked. They ment he belonged." - It is such a foreshadowing of whats to come and I really appreciate how little things like this kind of tie the books together in a way. Also I love the way you miss all these little things at the beginning. I am reading the books for the therd time now and I´m still finding so much little off hand comments where I´m like "Oh that was importand because of THAT"

As for the bonus chapters, i still can´t really form a cohesive thought abut them. There´s too much sreaming, crying and giggling going on in my head about them... However I do wanna say something about the howl Nicky situation you guys talked about in the last podcast episode. I totally agree that Nicky is a really unfortunate representation for gay and for black people. At fist I just found him a bit anoying but i kind of hated him for some thime after he kissed Neil at Enden´s Twiglight. (What I´m goung to say now is in no way trying to excuse validate any of his actions, I´m simply attempting to explain them)

Aside from the fackt that Nicky is a man that grew up in a household that was incredebly religious and homophobic he also probaby never heard too much about consent. Especially about ´´just´´ kissing somebody. Nicky has no idea that he´s doing something bad by kissing Neil. It is kind of disappointing that it never really gets talked about in the books but I can kind of excuse that with how important consent gets with Neil and Andrew. What is more sad to me is that we never see Nicky have a character development, which, for the record, I do think he has, we just never explisetly get to read about it in the books. I also think that Nicky is still extreamly insecure about his sexuality and is trying to validate himself through being extra loud about it. At least that is how I always thought about him and as we know now I wasn´t too far off. In the bonus chapter from the tkm Aaron sais this about Nicky: "I'm not always okay with what he is, but these days it's less that he's gay. It's that he-" Aaron grasped for the right word, but what he found wasn't quite it: "weaponized it. It took him so long to come to terms with it that now he lashes out frst, pushing as hard as he can to figure out who's safe and who isn't. And yeah, maybe it helps him sleep at night knowing right away who can and can't tolerate him, but you don't hear what he says about our teammates. If someone talked about Katelyn that way, I'd have punched him out years ago. I'm not going to tolerate his lewd jokes just because he's my cousin."  I couldn´t say it better than that.

Over all it is typical for aftg to make us love characters who are deaply flawed so what are we supposed to do???

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[chiptrillino]

How do you get your drawings to be high quality? Whenever I post art the quality is SO bad 💔

uhm... sorry this is got long. for some reason you activated my work mode. i don't have a constumer service voice but i have like an explenation mode for clients so... uhm. here is way more information that you asked for. my apologies...

Resolution is what determines the sharpness of the artwork. The low-resolution illustration will appear pixelated when scaled in large sizes. this is why it is recommended to work on a digital canvas with a resolution of at least 300 dpi when you work. (i prefer 400dpi)

dpi are Dots Per Inch. dots just being a different name for pixels. the more pixels are contained in an inch the smoother lines and gradients are. an indication of higher quality. but, the device you are working on has to use up most of its ram/power to calculate the preview on the screen. so higher quality demands more capacity from your device but also from websites that display your artwork. Soo... 

I have two files.  One on 400 dpi is way larger for me for smooth comfortable drawing. and the second drawing is sized down to 150dpi to accommodate the recommended resolution of the website I want to post the image. 

luckily for us, most social media sites have a similar resolution.  Tumblr's Dashboard images have a minimum size of 500 x 750 pixels, a maximum expanded the size of 2048 x 3072 pixels, and a recommended size of 1280 x 1920 pixels for a 2:3 aspect ratio.

I use a with of 1280. the high depends on the drawing

It's way easier and recommended to size images down rather than up. 

sizing artwork up would put them through an interlacing process, which means that the graphics program of your choice would calculate the average between two pixes and add it in between them. It adds pixels to make the image larger. easy answer it blurs your image.  it isn't the end of the world if you have to size up the image a tiny bit.  I kind of have to do a bit all the time for work. and most of the time it's fine! it depends on your art style and how forgiving it can be. 

It's also a difference if you post images in a JEPG or PNG.  uhm... without going into much detail... take PNG just trust me. 

now... a tiny little last trick out of my sleeve. 

if you... use photoshop. and you want some extra sharpness.  you can sharpen your images with the high pass filter.

Duplicate your artwork

Filter > other >highpass 

As soon you select High Pass, your image will turn grey

It works by filling the entire image with flat, neutral grey. It then looks for edges in the image and highlights them by making the light side of the edge lighter and the dark side darker.

Don't overdo it. keep the contrast low. a radius of 1,5px is enough most of the time!

Click okay to exit the menu and set the layer on overlay. 

ta-da! it is sharp and crisp!!!

It's all a trick!!! vary subtle... i know but ehh i like it

I am sorry I don't know if other programs also have this option. I know CSP has a sharpening filter. but... you can keep images crisp by keeping resolution and dpi in mind too. 

uhm... well so... -hides-

[futurewriter2000]

Three Words - pt. 1

A/N: I love this so much and idk why but it hits differently.

XX

Healing. You were healing as you kept stroking the long trunk of the elephant. You caressed its dry skin as he kept nuzzling it closer to you, tapping you gently on the cheeks and causing your hat to fall off. 

You laughed as you tapped his trunk and picked the hat, coming closer to him brushing your hand against his large leg. “You and me had quite the adventures, didn’t we?” you told the elephant as he let out a small sound. You hugged him with your arms that were too small to hug him whole and laid your head on it. 

“You can’t take him with you.” you heard her laugh but you only hugged him tighter. 

“Of course, I can. I’m a witch.” you continued to lay your head on him.

“And where will you put him? Backyard?” she came to his trunk as well and started to pet him. 

“Newt Scamander had his beasts in a suitcase.” you pulled away as she furrowed her eyebrows. 

“Newt who?”

“Nevermind.” you brushed your hand and walked to her, letting your arm wrap around her waist and your head lean on her shoulder. “You think he’ll be okay without us?” 

“Who? Roman?” she tapped his trunk and smiled. “He’ll be fine. It’s you I think that I think won’t be okay without him.” 

“I dealt with Remus and his act a long time ago. All I want is to stay here forever.” 

She moved from your hold and turned around, letting her hand be wrapped around your waist for now, leading you away from the elephant and walking towards home where you had plenty of unpacked bags to finish. 

“We can come back but we were away from home too long. We need to go back to our lives.” 

“Correction. You want to go back to your life. I think this is my life.”

“Taking care of animals?” she asked. “For the rest of your life?”

“They’re the only beings that make the world so innocent-” you said but she cut you off, taking you by the shoulders and looking deep into your eyes. 

“Then stay.” 

“What? I though-”

“I know what I said but if this is what you want, then stay. You’re clearly made for it.”

“I don’t know. I need to go home and figure everything out. I want to be sure that this wasn’t just a getaway- or I don’t know.” you sighed, lowering your head as she wrapped her arms around you and squeezed you. She then let go of you, leaving without a word, only a comforting look in her eyes. 

You were left alone to stand at the chilly road, looking around- looking at the tall green grass, something you could never see back home. The sight of animals that could only survive here, in the nature and not in the industrial city.

It felt like you could breathe here. Genuenly breathe and think clearly. You could think about Remus- his eyes. His dark green eyes, just like the jungle in front of you. You could remember all the gestures, the memories you had with him. Everything. Since the moment you first saw him, to the moment you first talked to him, had a long conversation, first kiss, first time, his proposal, his... his cowardly act- 

You sighed, plopping back down on the grass, your feet digging into the sand in front of you, as well as your bare hands, taking a few marbles, a few larger rocks inbetween your fingers. 

Until you could hear the footsteps that came towards you. At first you thought it was someone you knew here but when you looked up, you couldn’t recognise anybody looking like that.

It was familiar. The walk, the lean posture, the figure and it crossed your mind once or twice but why would he be here- he wouldn’t, would he?

“(y/n)?” he said as he continued to approach you, narrowing his eyes through the darkness. 

“Sirius?!” you exclaimed in shock, trying to get your thoughts in order as you stood up.

“I knew the hat was decieving me- it really is you!” He beamed, opening his arms and wrapping them around you. 

Surprised by his appereance you didn’t know what to do but wrap your arms around him as well. You haven’t seen him in a year and now he just appears out of the blue, at the same place as you. From all the places in the world, he finds you here. 

“What are you doing here?” you asked as you pulled away.

“Look at you!” he put his hands on your cheeks as his eyes scanned your whole body. “You’ve got sunburns everywhere!” He laughed, than looked closely at your nose. “It’s actually cute- it’s like a long strip over your nose- oh and your chin as well.”

“Har- har.” you laughed, punching him away slightly. “Sirius, what are you doing here?” you asked again.

“Following a lead.” he replied. “Just an Aurors job- James is usually with me but he’s taking care of Harry and all.”

“Harry?” you said perplexed, your eyebrows drawing together.

“His son.” he wiggled his eyebrows. “Parental leave and all.” 

“He’s got a son’?!” you exclaimed again, feeling your hand slap your mouth. “Oh my God! I’m so happy for him.”

“Yeah- since the whole wedding thing it was like you fell from the Earth.” he looked around, grinning. “Looks like you sort of did.” 

“Yeah. I needed to get away- get distracted.” you sat back down as he joined you.

“Are you alright?”

“Now? I’m better than I was in a year. I’m finally starting to feel like myself again, you know?” you looked at him as he continued to watch. 

“I’m glad to hear that.” was all that he said, wanting to say more which you realized immediately because Sirius Black could never be quiet for long, nor reply in such short sentances. 

“And Remus?” you asked. “How’s he doing?” 

“You really want to know?”

“You were always the one I could count on to tell me the truth. So just rip the bandage off. He has found someone, probably lives with her-”

“Umm...no.” he forced a smile and looked away. “He lives by himself, struggling to find a job and just regretting what he did.” he continued, looking back at you. “I don’t think he can live without you.” 

Shocked by his words, you turned your head away completely speechless. 

“He tried calling you, going to your place, your parents but nobody told him where you were. They said you didn’t want anybody to know.” he took a hold of your hand and brought it to himself. 

You looked at him with tears in your eyes, unaware of how it still hurt. “He left me, Sirius.” your voice shivered. “He just left me with no explenation.” 

“I know.” he brought you close to him, letting you lay on his chest as his arms wrapped around you. “I did beat the crap out of him. Went all kung fu, you know?” he started to joke and you laughed, making him smile as he heard your laugh. “I don’t know what he was thinking leaving you- you looked gorgeous in that dress.” 

You looked up into his eyes, swallowing the tears that tried to come out and smiling at him. “Well, you did help me pick it.” 

He continued to stare into your eyes so lovingly, almsot letting you know that his thoughts were a bit more dangerous right now because Merlin had he missed you. You were his best friend beside the other three and he had such fond memories of you- always. The boys were amazing all the time with him but it was you that just gave this incredible woman’s touch and perspective to his life that really mattered. 

He shook his head, chuckling and trying to get rid of any further thoughts. “I know. My taste is impeccible.” 

“It really is.” you followed his gaze into the forest. “So how did you find me?”

“I was just passing by, looking at the elephant herd at the distance when I saw a girl hugging one of them. She looked vaguely familiar with her walk and body movement.” he looked at you, his eyes traveling down your outfit. “She reminded me of you so much and I wanted to walk away because the chance of you being here was 1 to million but it was like an insitinct inside of me telling that I should be sure. So I followed you and found you- the hat is horrible by the way.” he pointed out in the end.

“Leave my hat out of this. “ you chortled and shoved his shoulder. 

“I like your hair- I never saw you with short hair.”

“It’s really hot here and just dealing with hair every day and sweating- I just wanted to chop it.” 

“So are you ever coming back?” he asked, changing the subject.

You looked at the distance again, taking some breath in as you remembered how much you could have missed in one year. James had a baby, Sirius grew a beard and Remus- well, he’s going through some troubles but until you talk to him and resolve what you’ve been avoiding for so long, you won’t be able to move on.

“Yes.” was all that you said, making Sirius smile. “I need to talk to Remus. One talk to find some closure and finally end that chapter of my life.” you finished with a stern look in your eyes as Sirius smile faded.

“So, no second chances?” he asked and you shot his head to him, disbelieving the question he just asked you.

“No. He left me at the altar, saying he’s sorry- like all those years didn’t mean anything to him. I took a year to move on from him. Hell, I’ve gone through more shitty nights crying into my pillow and asking myself what the hell is wrong with me for him to leave. I thought the worst of myself, thinking was I not enough? Talking down on myself, trying to find any reason of why he wouldn’t want to marry me up until I finally realized my worth and see that I was never the guilty one. He was and believe it or not, I am sad that he didn’t move on but at the same time I’m so happy that he knows what he had lost.” you stood up and pattend the dust of your clothes. “It was nice seeing you, Sirius but I need to pack. I’ll see you back home- I guess.” 

[dreanner95]

Okay, so there are a lot of theories out there about what/who the Hound is. I personally prefer the Summer theory but obviously this is not the only option. But it is the most narrativly statisfying one. Having it be other characters turned Grimm? Like Lionheart, Roman or Adam. Those are either boring (Lionheart), doesn’t add much (Roman) or actively work against character arcs (Adam).

But what about this just being the next step in the evolution of Grimm? Unless explained very well it wouldn’t work for me because knowing those Grimm could exist somewhere else takes away something from the first appearence of the Hound and Grimm like this would need to be nerfed eventually because it would have to be defeated at some point. It also kind of breaks the origin story of Grimm a little bit because if Grimm like this COULD exist, why hasn’t anyone seen them? Why are Jaune, Ren and Yang so surprised? And if Salem has beefed it up somehow, this would defeat the purpose such a developed Grimm.

So while it is still possible for the show to find a statisfying explenation, I can’t really come up with one that doesn’t include that it used to be a human. And then you ask yourself why Salem hasn’t made more of them which leads us to it being a silver eyed warrior. But how did Salem find out she could create something like that when she had ordered her minions to kill them on sight? Well if someone with Silver Eyes has delivered herself to Salem (like Summer) she could get ideas. On top of that we have examples of Grimm parts being attached to humans (Cinder) and we have someone who has control over the Grimm and seems to experiment with stranger versions of Grimm (like Seer, Monstra, ect.) in Salem.

I don’t know, it all just fits together so well that I will be surprised if the Hound isn’t going to be Summer. I don’t doubt that the show will find a good explenation either was as I have mentioned. In the end, we have to wait and see.

[taeandpuppies]

Jimin scenario

A/N. A long overdo Jimin drabble for @facepalmmylifeu i hope you like it 😊

Genre: Fluff, friends to lovers, slight angst if you squint.

Warnings: None.

You loved the changing of seasons, any of them actually, how green leaves turned fiery red, yellow mixed with calming earth tones. Then how all the fallen leaves froze and made crisp sounds under your feet as you walked. To spring when everything starts to come alive and bloom after winter. Every change had its charm but this were your favourite, when everything has fully bloomed, medows are painted in every color flower there is, no winter cold left in the winds anymore and sun warmed up every lake.

”Hello!” The sudden sound directed at you with snapping of fingers in front of your face woke you up from your thoughts and you blinked a few times to get fully back to reality.

”Wow Y/N, how far gone were you this time? I called you like six times” You heard Jimin chuckle just as he plopped down beside you. You were meeting him and the others at a park and you were early like always, rather early than late Was your motto and you sat down on a bench while waiting.

You laughed at yourself, slightly embarrassed now at Jimin’s words but you failed to notice the warm smile that spread on your best friend’s lips as he watched you bow your head and swing your legs back and forth.

”I was just enjoying the warm weather” you mumbled. ”Hey, Jimin. Why are you here already though? We were not supposed to meet for another thirty minutes”

”Well” He said, stretchin out his arm to casually lay it over your shoulder.” i know how you like to be early always, so i didn’t want you to wait alone, as simple as that”

You were used to this kind of affection from Jimin, he hug, hold hands and such naturally, with everyone he cares about, it is just one of his charms. You find it a little hard to remain calm and not let your heart do little cartwheels in your chest all the time though. You liked Jimin, you have probably liked him from the first time you met him 4 years ago, but he had a girlfriend at the time so you repressed whatever feelings you had for him as you slowly became friends. You could never really shake the feeling off and when it ended between Jimin and his girlfriend he was confinding in you more, he was talking about his relationship, crying in your arms. Then slowly got back to the old Jimin, the happy pill that he is and your bond grew stronger just as your feelings, but Jimin never seemed to look at you as anything other than a friend so you accepted that fate. better to be his friend then to confess and make it awkward.

You got up from the bench to stretch your legs a bit, you were a restless soul that couldn’t sit still for too long, when you heard Jimin dramatically draw in a breath.

”Wow Y/N, you look stunning” Jimin burst out, clutching his hand over his heart and you rolled your eyes at his over reacting but couldn’t help the sense of pride you felt as you smoothed out your off white, flowy summer dress with buttons all the way in the front.

”Hang on, something’s missing.. Oh! I got it” Before you had a chance to as your best friend what was missing you watched him fiddle with his necklace, which now that you think about it he always wore. Was he really..?

”Jimin?” You croaked out, voice suddenly failing you. You saw him standing up, now with the necklace in his hands. ”turn around please.” then he motioned for you to turn around. You must have taken too long, thought of why the sudden gift flying around, because Jimin took a hold of your shoulders and slowly turned you himself.

”There we go Y/N, now let me see” when you whirled around, a little too fast so you almost lost your balance you felt Jimin’s hand on your waist to steady you before he quickly backed off a few steps. His eyes were looking at you from head to toe and you felt your skin almost burning. Jimin has a way when he is looking at something intensly, his eyes has a kind of depth that suck you in and a spark that leave you breathless. You both want him to stop staring right this second but also to never take his eyes off of you.

On his way back up your body Jimin’s eyes stopped at the necklace laying perfectly over your collar bones, hewas eyeing the small, ruby red drop shaped pendant and you saw the emotion in his eyes change to something soft and gentle, almost sad before he looked down on the ground between you two for a second, to meet your still confused eyes again with a chuckle.

”Jimin, what is this for?” confusion evident all over your face. ”What, i can’t give my favourite girl a little present? It’s nothing much, now come on i see the others” Jimin took your hand with a cheeky grin, none of the previous seriousness were there now, and led you to where your friends were.

You noticed something were off with Taehyung today, he seemed awkward almost, and not until you caught him staring you knew why. He was looking at the necklace Jimin gave you with an unreadable expression before looking up with a big grin when noticing you saw him staring. You saw him sneaking knowing glances at Jimin and at one point theye were walking off by themselves, whispering like school girls and honestly they were adorable when they were in their own little world.

Sipping on your soda you just got you slowly looked around the park, losing yourself in your thoughts again while watching the leaves on the trees rustle gently in the slight wind. A sudden call of your name snapped you out of your daydream.

”Y/N. I have to ask you” Namjoon were standing in front of you. ”That necklace. Did Jimin give you that?” when you nodded he continued. ”Did he say why? Or give an explenation?”

”No. He just said it was nothing much. Why do you wonder?”

”This..Y/N, that necklace is very special to Jimin. His grand mother gave it to him a long time ago and he gave never taken it off. Well.. He said he would give it to someone who is very special to him.”

With a shocked look you couldn’t believe what Nmjoon just told you. You were that special to Jimin? Did he like you too? You felt like all air were knocked out of your lungs and your head was spinning. Was this possible?

You were staggering a little bit and felt a couple hands hold your upper arms to steady you. Looking back you saw Hoseok look at you concern in his eyes. ”You okay there Y/N?”

”Y..yeh. i’m fine, i just um.. got a dizzy spell that’s all” you tried to play it off cool to Hoseok. He just chuckled though. ”I overheard what Namjoon said. First of all, that was very clumsy done by you Namjoon. Maybe Jimin wanted to tell her himself.” He shot the taller boy a warning look before looking back at you again.

”Secondly. Y/N. Jimin and Taehyung are coming back now and i think you two have alot to talk about” He lightly pushed you in the direction the two just getting back were standing, you met Jimin’s eyes and you saw realisation dawn on him and he swallowed hard before nodding at Taehyung who got the message and walked back to you and the others.

You had only taken a few steps when you met Taehyung, he stopped you, bent down to your ear and whispered with a smirk on his lips a ”Go get him tiger!”

”Jimin hi” Your voice sounded more shaky and silent than you hoped it would, but when you saw just how nervous Jimin looked your confidence somehow boosted a bit. And with his small ”hi” you were more sure about yourself and took the lead.

”S..So. This necklace, it was not just nothing, was it?” you asked and when Jimin who suddenly were very focused on a spot at the ground just nodded you continued.

”It was given to you by your grand mother right? ”Yeah” ”And it has a special meaning to you?” Now Jimin were looking up and met your eyes, determination suddenly shining in them, but a pink flush on his cheeks was evident.

”Y/N. I like you. No. I love you, i have for a while now. I..I don’t really know what i was thinking giving you my necklace, i should have been smoother about it all, maybe asking you out on a date first. But now it is out and yeah i..” You pressed your lips against Jimin’s and almost emediatly his arms snaked around your waist and pressed you closer to him, not wnting to let go of your lips. You didn’t want that eather.

You put your arms around his neck. You felt Jimins’s incredibly soft lips against your own. They were more soft and warm than you ever imagined. You played with the hairs at the back of his head and you swear you always want to keep your fingers there, you never want to let go of Jimin and this moment right now. The butterflies in your stomach are going crazy and you feel like you are soaring.

Breaking the kiss for both of you to catch your breaths Jimin put his forehead against your, still arms around you and still so very close you were gazing into eachothers eyes with so many emotions showing in them yet you both understood what the other’s were saying, as if you were talking just through your eyes. Jimin was the girst to break the silence though.

”Finally Y/N, finally i get to hold you. Finally i get to kiss your lips” He gave you a light peck on the tip of your nose which made you giggle.

”I think i am the one who should say Finally Jimin” You got on yout tippy toes and gave him a kiss on the tip of his nose back, then the corner of his mouth before kissing his lips quickly.

”We should get back to the others now” Jimin said and put his arm over your shoulder and when he saw your slight pout he kissed your temple with a big smile. ”I’ll buy you ice cream, mango” At that you lit up and were now basically dragging him along instead. ”You know me so well!” then you stopped dead in your tracks, turned around to look at him with nothing but love in your eyes”I love you too Jimin”

He took one of your hands and brought it to his mouth for a gentleman like kiss on your knuckles, then proceed to hold it as you walked in silence back. You glanced down at the small ruby jewlery around your neck, it really looked good where it was hanging now.

[leyla676]

Magic B - when he comes for you

Okay, this is the next part of Magic B.

Part 1 is HERE

I had so much fun writing it, i hope you will laugh as lot as I did. =)

Please remember that English is not my first language.

WORDS: 2006

Warnings: none, just tipsy women and a very, very charming Billy

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The big limousine stopped right in front of you girls, as you stood there, holding your shoes in your hands. Tiffany slept on Nancy‘s shoulders. This was a really rough night which would end now at Nancy‘s house.

You catched yourself turning around, looking for Billy, but all you could see was a dark-blue Camaro, standing there in it‘s beauty. You always had that special love for old badass cars.

It was too early to leave the club but you had to be fit for the wedding. The hairdresser would arrive early, you just had to get a piece of sleep.

As you took your place in the limousine, you were sad and happy at the same time, knowing that HE gave you his number. But you wouldn‘t call him. He was a stripper.

„Some day you will get the lord of your wildest dreams, Y/N, and I will be standing there with my five babies, remembering this night“, Nancy started to cry and looked at you. „I am just so sad that you won‘t have someone to dance with.“

She was always a little bit … oversensitive when she was drinking.

If she knew that you had this little note in your pocket…

When you were at the toilet, you folded it up to see if this would really be his number on it. You read:

Hargrove escort service. Call me. Yours, B.

and a row of numbers. You placed the note to your nose to see if it would smell like him. It did. You noticed the cologne on it.

„Escort service. What a dumbass“, you laughed to yourself and put the little white paper back in your pocket and checked  your make-up.

„You should call him“, Tiffany yelled in a drunk singing voice as she looked at you, you looked back at her with the most angry face that was even possible to make.

You just had to tell anybody what happened but you were definitely NOT thinking that Tiffany could have remembered anything of the conversation you had with her, drunk as she was. But she had. And your best friend Nancy was the best in any kind of pair offs.

„Call who?“, Nancy asked.

„Tell her“, Tiffany said and you suddenly were in turn for an explenation.

„Okay. So it‘s no big thing“, you started. „I went outside for a cigarette and got asked out for a wedding date“

„A wedding date? Who asked you?“, Nancy‘s eyes grew bigger.

„Billy“, you said.

„Billy? Who is Billy?“

„The stripper. The one with the leather jacket“, Tiffany moaned and opened the window to let out the rest of her drinks.

„You want to tell me that YOU got the number of this… Sixpack you were on stage with?“, Nancy was shocked and you blushed and nodded your head.

„Y/N, you have to call him!“, Nancy screamed and started to clap her hands.

„I just can‘t go on a stupid wedding date with a male stripper I don‘t even KNOW. Mabye he wants to marry me for a residence certificate? Mabye he has got a wife and six kids at home or … mabye it turns out that he is only interested in my skin? Taking it off for wearing it by himself? Some of us already know, how to put that lotion on, Nancy“, you answered in a harsh tone.

„Darling, you are watching way too much horror movies. He‘s a stripper, not Buffalo Bill. Stop watching this stupid movie“, Nancy rolled her eyes. „Call him. Or  I will do it.“

„NO. I won‘t call him. And you won‘t call him. No one calls him.“, you answered and crossed your arms in front of your chest.

…

„Y… yeah, so this is… Y/N. I came to … watch your show – I mean I came to drink… to party… on stage, I mean… you were on stage and… “, you stuttered and rolled your eyes.

How can anyone be that stupid?!

„Yeah, that was three hours ago, I remember you, Baby“, Billy said through the phone and you could hear that he was smiling.

„Sorry for calling you that late“, you whispered and cleaned your throat. Your hands were shaking.

„Looking out for a service, young lady?“, he asked you and you felt the butterflies in your belly.

„No“, you answered straight away. Nancy, who was standing besides you, leaning her ear to the handset of the phone, suddenly trusted her ellbow in your rips and you squeaked.

„I mean…“

You heard him laugh at the other end of the phone.

„When should I pick you up?“, he asked with a voice of an angel.

„I didn‘t ask you to…  pick me up“, you tried to sound very controlled. And you knew you failed.

„Enough“, Nancy said and tore the phone out of your hand.

„Yea, Nancy here. Listen. What? Oh… yes… that was a nice evening. Yeah, so … yes“, she smiled at the handset, giggling and you rolled your eyes.

„So. Listen. Billy, right? Pick her up tomorrow at 10, the wedding starts at 12. And dress nice“

She told him where to pick you up and hung up the phone.

„What did you do?“, you yelled at your stupidly giggling best friend.

„The only thing that was left to do!“, she answered and turned around to walk away.

„You stupid … best friend of mine. I didn‘t even want a date for the wedding. You know that I can‘t dance and … oh my god. What if anyone asks where he came from? How should I explain it? Yeah, his name is Billy and I found him…  in a catalogue?“, you walked circles at Nancy‘s kitchen, looking nervously around, not able to calm down.

„Claim yourself, Y/N. He seems nice. You will look amazing and you deserve to be happy.  But please try not to dance with anyone“. Nancy blew a soft kiss at your cheek and went upstairs to her room.

She knew that you weren‘t good at dancing, you remembered that one night as you tried and ended up with a broken toe at the emergency…

…

Back in the guest room, you sat on the bed, holding the note in your hands and staring out of the window. You weren‘t able to sleep, you weren‘t able to do anything else than think about Billy.

Suddenly you heard the roar of an engine outside. As you stood up and went to your window, looking for where the sound came from, your eyes catched the dark-blue Camaro you saw at the stripper‘s club.

Some heavy-metal music was blasting inside as the door opened.

The boots that came out of the driver‘s side were familiar to you and your heart skipped a beat as Billy got out of his car.

He looked straight up to you with a big smile.

„What the hell are you doing here?“, you asked him, trying to be as certainly as possible.

„You called me“, he whispered, „just wanted to check if your friend gave me the right adress“

„It is 3 AM in the morning“, you giggled.

„Yeah! Want to come down for a smoke?“

„I am wearing pajamas“, you answered.

Pajamas. That‘s the right answer, dumbass. He came here, standing there like the man of your dreams and all you can say is that you are wearing pajamas.

„Yeah, I‘d still smoke the cigarette with you if you were naked“, he smiled. Of course he would.

„Do you come down now or should I start singing?“, he laughed.

„God, please, NO… just … stay right there, I am coming“, you begged and closed the window.

No. No no no. What is he doing here. No no no.

You jumped out of the bed, brushed through your hair and sneaked out of your room as quiet as possible.

As you opened the front door, you saw him standing in front of you, already waiting, his arm was leaning against the treshold and he smiled at you.  He even wore a shirt, with opened buttons. But hey, at least he wore something over his damn perfect body.

You got out and quickly closed the door behind you.

„Hey“, he whispered with his biggest smile. „I own you a cigarette“

He lend you a cigarette, you took it with a smile and lightened it.

You could smelled his cologne mixed with the fresh minty air coming from his breath.

„Looking forward to the wedding?“, he asked and lightened a cigarette by himself.

„Not really. I can‘t even dance“, you answered, blowing out the blue smoke up to the sky.

„Well“, he came closer to you, „I could teach you if you‘d like“

His blue eyes went all over you as he stood there, his face lightened by the moon and you were happy that he could not see how you blushed.

„You do dancing lessions?“, you whispered, looking at him with your big B/G/B/ eyes.

„Only for selected clientel“, he tilted his head, looked down at you, his perfect lashes dancing as he inspected you.

Don‘t fall for it.

You rolled your eyes, walked past him down the stairs of the porch.

„Listen… Billy,  I am not desperate enough to fall for…  a man like you“

„A man like me?“, he followed you downstairs and stopped close behind you. Too close.

„What am I like?“, he said and reached out to touch you on your back.

You moved around, got caught by these bright blue eyes again, his hand still resting on your waist.

„You are a fiction“, you answered, afraid to loose your voice.

Billy laughed and let out the smoke of his lungs and licked his lips.

„But a fiction would not be able to touch you like that, right?“, he whispered in your ear, pulling you closer to him.

Billy stroked your hair away from the side of your neck to place a kiss on it. You started to shiver  as you closed your eyes. A silent moan escaped from your mouth. His lips were so close to you, his soft moustache tickeld the skin he touched and you felt goose bumbs all over you.

I could kiss him. Right now. I would probably regret it, but who cares? He could be mine. Just for one second.

You already knew that he had the power. The power to make you fall in love with him.

„KISS HIM!“

„LETS MAKE HER A BABY!“

„DO IT, GIRL! GO GET HIM“

„SHAKE THAT ASS BILLY“

You opened your eyes, shocked, turned around and saw Nancy, Tiffany and the rest of the girls yelling out of their windows, cheering you up, yelling and screaming and clapping their hands.

Yes, you knew that they wouldn‘t be your best friends if they wouldn‘t be so damn awkward anytime they were drunk.

Billy let off of you, laughed and placed an arm over your shoulders. „Ladies, I am out of service now“

„We see you tomorrow, Billy“, they shouted in the choir and went inside, closing their windows.

„Yeah, see you tomorrow“

„I am so sorry, this girls are absolutely crazy“, you apologized.

„Doesn‘t matter, Baby. I‘ll be there tomorrow. 10 o‘clock. Looking forward to see you“

He gently stroked your cheek, turned around and went back to the Camaro.

Oh my god. This stupid tight jeans.

„I didn‘t even agree to this wedding date“, you called after him, trying to act as cool as possible in your baby blue pajamas.

„You know you already did, Baby“, he smiled at you and drove away.

„HOW IN THE WORLD CAN ANYONE BE SO EXTREMELY EMBARRASSING AS YOU ARE LADIES?“, you shouted at the front of the house and suddenly all of the lights went out. Yes, they heard you. And you just loved your girls.

You giggled to yourself as you got back in the house, closed the front door and went up to the guest room.

It is him. The man of your dreams. You knew it. And you felt it.

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Hope you enjoyed it =) Thanks for reading.

Stay tuned for the wedding <3

@speedmetalqueen

@xxemoluverxx

[literallyprentissstwin]

one last time - chapter 2

thanks for the overwhelming feedback to chapter 1 <3 i´m really happy that you guys like the story so far. remember to hmu when you want to be added to my tag list for the story or for all my works in general. :) 

warnings: same as in chapter 1. angst, crime scene and case talk, all the criminal minds jazz. 

“Feel like a failure, ´cause I know that I failed you. I should´ve done you better, ´cause you don´t want a liar.”

After what felt like an eternity, the team finally arrived at the Boulder City Police Department after they had checked into the hotel to get a quick change of clothes and to freshen up a bit. Hotch and JJ were the first one´s to step into the police department followed by the rest of the team. 

“Are you with the FBI?”, an older man asked as he walked towards the group. 

“We are. I´m SSA Aaron Hotchner. These are the agents Jareau, Prentiss, Morgan Rossi and Dr. Reid.”, Hotch introduced them and shook hands with the man. 

“I´m Detective Charles Landon. I´m leading the investigations on our family murders.”, the man introduced himself as well. 

“Is there anywhere we can set our stuff up?”, JJ wanted to know. 

“Of course, the conference room is all yours. Please follow me.”, Detective Landon said before he showed the team the way. 

“What do we know so far?”, Reid asked as he set down his bag. 

“Not much, I fear. We´re still trying to figure out if there is a connection between the families and we are still trying to reach out to friends and relatives of the families that have been killed, but..”, the detective explained but got interrupted by the ringing of his cell phone, “excuse me!”, he said before he took the call. 

“Okay, I´m gonna call Garcia and let her check if there is a connection between the families. There has to be something. Dave and Emily, you´re heading over to the latest crime scene. Maybe you can figure out how our unsub did it and..”, Hotch explained as he got interrupted by Detective Landon. 

“He did it again.”, he exclaimed. 

“What?! But this is way too early for him. The week has only started.”, Prentiss wondered out loud. 

“Well, that´s not the only thing that´s confusing about the new murder.”, Charles expressed and sighed before he continued, “his newest victim is the Griffin family. Dad Neil, Mom Jessica and their youngest daughter Monica were found dead in their beds. However, their oldest daughter Faye seems to be missing.”

“That´s a huge change in MO out of sudden.”, Morgan said. 

“Something must have happened that he lost control this quickly.”, Rossi agreed. 

“Whatever it is, we need to find it out as soon as possible if we want to have a chance to find Faye alive. JJ, Reid, Morgan? You´re heading over to the newest crime scene. I´m staying here and coordinate everything with Garcia. Dave and Emily, you´re going to the last crime scene as I said. Let´s go.”, Hotch said before everyone hurried off to fulfill their tasks. 

 15 minutes later, Reid, Morgan and JJ arrived at the newest crime scene along with Detective Landon ans some CSI´s. After they showed their badges, they were allowed inside and the three agents took a look around while the Detective stayed outside, interrogating the woman that had found the family. 

“Okay, there are the chairs again, so he didn´t change that.”, JJ said. 

“Yeah, there are four chairs. He made the kids and the husband watch her mother and wife being stabbed.”, Morgan agreed. 

“There are no indications of a forced entry.”, Reid told them as he joined them in the living room. 

“So the family must have let him in. Either they knew him or he used a trick to get inside.”, JJ thought out loud. 

“Okay, so after he stabbed Jessica, he must have dragged her into their bedroom. We have drag marks all over the floor.”, Morgan continued as the three followed the marks up until the bedroom of the parents. 

“Yeah, and then he must have forced the kids to go to their rooms before he strangled them.”, Reid said. 

“And then, he killed the father. But how in the world did Faye make it out alive? Why would he take her?”, JJ wondered. 

“That´s what we need to find out.”, Morgan said right before Charles joined them at the feet of the stairs to the upper floor. 

“Found something out?”, the dark skinned agent wanted to know. 

“Her name is Lindsay Clark. She´s a family friend. She was supposed to meet up with Jessica this morning for lunch. When she arrived, the front door was slightly ajar, so she went inside to check. That´s how she found them. As for Faye, she´s pretty sure that she must have been at home during the time of the attack. So either, the girl managed to run away or..”

“the unsub took her.”, JJ finished Detective Landon´s explenations. 

“I´m gonna call Hotch and fill him in.”, Morgan said and was about to grab his phone and dial Hotch´s number when he heard noises coming from the upper floor. 

Making sure that he hadn´t been the only person to hear them, they all took out their guns and slowly and as silent as possible headed upstairs where they split up. The last room that has to be checked was Faye´s room. 

Reid entered first, followed closely by JJ and Derek. They checked all the corners and underneath the giant bed when they heard the noise again, coming from the closet directly in front of them. 

Spencer flashed his flashlight and discovered a little puddle of liquid coming out from under the closet door. The Doctor turned around, looking at his team mates before turning back towards the closet and carefully opening the doors. 

What they saw next was something neither of them expected to see. There in the corner, shaking and with a pure expression of panic and fear on her face, sat Faye Griffin who looked at the intruders in shock and tried to crawl even more into the corner. Reid registered it at first and immediatley put his gun and flashlight down and his hands back up. JJ followed Reid´s actions and so did Morgen before he grabbed his phone and whispered a strangled “I´m calling an ambulance.” while quickly leaving the room. 

Spencer meanwhile knelt down on Faye´s level, trying to get the distraught girl to look at him. 

“It´s gonna be okay, you´re safe now. We won´t hurt you, okay?”, he told her over and over again, but his words didn´t seem to reach her, but he didn´t give up. So he sighed and continued talking to the girl. 

This would be a long day. 

A/N: i´m sorry if this seemed rushed and idk weird maybe? but i just really wanna get to the point as quick as possible and i´m not good at describing cases so bear with me! so there is no point in sending me feedback like “blabla it´s too quick, blablabla it´s so rushed” I KNOW THAT! i love you all! 

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[iloveubee]

My gf Bee didn't accept my kiss today, idk why maybe due to personal reasons and paranoia or maybe her dad was near (read my bio for more explenation). And Its okay. But i Just Hope She getting away from me and i don't She Is the love of my Life and i don't her to drift away... So im a bit paranoid as well

[sweetkakashihatake47]

Ohhhh thats so sweet! I sooo love it. Let me add to this:

Miso Soup ...thats his favorite ...and he goes : "mmmhhh.....congrats ..the taste is sooo good ...you did well......can I have another bowl please!" and you nod ..and he lets you get up ...and you come back ..with another filled up bowl ..and he invites you with a sweet grin ..to sit as before with your back to him ..between his tighs. You feed him again..and then he goes .."What about you ..you havent eaten yet! " in which you come in need of explenation ..because ..Miso Soup is not your favorite thing! "Ohh ...thats it ..you dont like Miso soup ...am I right?" and you nod ...a bit ashamed. "Then ..what are you eating anyways! I mean ..you are hungry as well ...I suppose!" You nod ...and you show him a bowl of Salad ..."Now its my turn ..to feed you!" he says ...and now you try both ...giggling and you have to tell him what you want exactly! At times the salad misses your mouth. Every time when this happens ..he goes ..its not that bad ...dont worry ...take it easy. ...we take our time.

After you cleaned the kitchen together ..you both get back to the couch ...sitting as before .,.him holding you ..putting from behind the blanket around you. "Is it comfy for you ?" he asks ..by which you nod. "Do you want me to read something out?" you nod ..with a smirk. "Oh yes ...that would be cool ..what about you read out of your favorite book then ...Kakashi?" you go as innocent as possible.Silence! And then he offers you books of his choice ..by which you are shaking your head ..every time he offers you another book title. This goes on for a while. And then ..a deep sigh of him. "Okay ..you won! There you go...but ..you have to read out ...!" he offers. By which you nod. And you do ..with inner giggling ..and you feel ..his arms around you tighten up. Your cheeks blushing ..by what you are reading out as quiet as possible. And this goes on for about an hour ..and you feel so save and warm ..inside his arms ..and between his tighs. you feel as if you are melting. His Hands lay on your belly area ...and you feel the light tender pressure of his palms. And you feel his tighs lightly clenching and squeezing you. After an hour of reading out ..you say to him you are tired ..and you want to have a nap ..with him. "No problem ...Dear ....its okay ...I am in it for a nap too !" and then you enjoy the silence ..and the warmth he is giving you ...you hear the rain outside and both of you fall asleep.

The End!!!!

Imagine getting all snuggled up with Kakashi on a rainy day. Leaning against him with your back to him as he wraps his arms around your middle. The two of you wrapped up in one comfy blanket. A hot bowl of whatever your favourite comfort food is on your lap, feeding him spoonfuls and eating yourself. Reading together afterwards, or watching your favourite show. Falling asleep in his arms. Just you and Kakashi, in your own apartment lazing around.