#I HAD to draw the slapping image btw

[leffee]

I’m so glad you like them! I will keep them coming I have a reference photo I’ll scroll and find to give you a better idea of how I see them it’s something an artist made a long while ago and it’s been in my head ever since :) - anon

Yess yes yes, please do keep them coming :} and I'll gladly see that photo though I think I do have a general idea what you mean. I also figured I would show better how the humanized pets look in my headcanon. Honestly, you could look up lps humanized designs and most of them would be accurate to how I see them (because I pretty much based those designs on them), but I may as well show them. Mostly really to show that Vinnie hair I keep talking about. To everyone whom it might concern, those are just picrew stuff hence they aren't 100% how I imagine them but since I can't draw it's the closest thing we have, so here goes.

You can probably figure out who is who. Okay, you definitely can. Out of all of them Zoe is looking least how I imagine her because the picrew didn't have anything more similar than that to how I imagine her hair (tbh, this is still quite close) oh, and there's no good beret. Minka has a frog :D. Wait... where the fuck is Penny Ling? I know I had her. Ugh, wait, I need to make a new one, I can't find her.

Okay, so maybe Penny looks the least like herself. Not to mention that there are no other body shapes and sizes. Welp. There was no right skin or hair color either or just anything. But that's the closest we have. Plus she gets to have that blanket I guess. Good for her! Okay so now the catalyst of this whole thing, the Vinnie himself (yup, he's mostly here for the hair).

You're probably wondering why there's two of them. Don't mind the second one btw, it was an among us creator xD hence the blood and you know knife... and egg. Tbh Vinnie would wear an egg on his head. Anyway! There's two of them because the first one has way too flat hair but the lenght is good. To get Vinnie closest to my idea of him you kind have to take the body and face from the first image and slap hair from the second picture on him but with the lenght of the first image hair. Yeah.

[2dkapsddr]

October 20th, 2023 - SDVX EG, Groove Coaster, Project DIVA, DANCE aROUND, PIU PHOENIX, DDR A3

THE TRUE DAY OF RECKONING HAS ARRIVED, NOW IT'S REALLY TIME FOR MOTL5 GAMING!!! but first, isn't this card the absolute coolest??? i got it while checking into the event, slapped a crude drawing of my fursona onto it, and now i'm geared up n ready to destroy!!!

so i went to waffle house for the very first time with my family to eat breakfast (very good experience btw, i already miss the chocolate waffles), then we set off to spend the whole day at the mall and GUESS WHO I FOUND FIRST THING IN THE MORNING

IT'S BOMBER IN REAL!!! IN THE FLESH!!! WITH HIS ICONIC LACH TOWEL!!! AND HE KICKED MY ASS AT SDVX!!! (but he gave me haruka e-amuse pass to compensate :])

always wanted to meet him in person and the dream had become REAL, SUPER COOL EXPERIENCE!!!

also random tangent but while we were playing sdvx, it turned out the PIU Phoenix kit was installed overnight and was being played while we were playing?? just last night it was XX... but i guess now i'd finally get a taste of the new system for the first time!

since all the dance game cabs (except DaR) were occupied for tourneys, i decided to warm up with the alternative... the busted old unused cabs! gc is so broken whyyy

bonus: HAPPY FAMILY feat. moca and uli!!! (the tiny kohammy is mine)

but now, after all those exhilarating meetings and fun times, it's time for the real deal, my personal action moment of the event... it was TOURNEY TIME!! STARTING WITH PIU PHOENIX!!! warmups were simple, trying out the new songs and getting used to the pads,

but then, it was the real deal vs MajinnTy in a waterfall-style bracket... and after almost getting wrecked with the top-right arrow dropping continuously... i managed to beat him 2-1 and took 2nd place in the pool!!! but since it's waterfall format (i didn't realize this until later), i got thrown into the redemption pool with everyone else and wouldn't get to play until later... but in retrospect that was STILL such an impressive victory.

so once the redemption pool started, i got put up against EMCAT, who had been slowly upgrading from level 2 up to here. it was a weird match, but i hypothetically managed to 2-0 in my set, getting this sick 985k on beat of the war! but once again, it wasn't enough to beat the acc gods in the pool, PacRob and Ty, and i ended up 3rd out of 6 in the bracket, which left me a little dejected to see i wouldn't have my dark horse moment in my first tourney... but in retrospect i worked against the odds and managed to do really well!!! such a nice showing personally, and i'm excited to train some more and try again some other time! (also the 2nd image is from the commentary that my friend watched when i was up which is why i mentioned the dark horse moment, forever alone...)

but NOW!!! IT WAS TIME FOR THE 2ND AND LAST TOURNEY OF MINE FOR THE NIGHT, THE ONE THAT WOULD SEAL MY POTENTIAL OVERALL LEGACY, THE DDR A3 TOURNAMENT!!! unlike the previous PIU tourney, this was a round robin format where all 4 players got to play against each other once in a best-of-three set. and after a set between two others in my pool, i was up for some back-to-back sets, starting with LUBANAHHHH

having warmed up already with pump, i decided to pick long train runnin' challenge for my warmup to confuse the commentators, but then the REAL action began. our first song was lubanah's pick, New York Evolved (Type A) DSP-13 (fucked up), which i dominated solely thanks to MA! and then when it was my pick, i PFC'ed Yoidore Shirazu ESP-13 on-stream once again, taking the set 2-0!!

next up was against KINDLADY/Zaphine, where we both went in without warmup and played Xepher CSP-15 (Zaphine's pick) and Mess With My Emotions ESP-12 (my pick), and i took the set 2-0 again!! except with such a close call on Mess With My Emotions...

and finally in my pool, i played against MisterGuy in both Step Machine ESP-14 (my pick) and Healing Vision (Angelic Mix) ESP-13 (MisterGuy's pick), where i would just barely win Step Machine by 2 points (even got clipped on the Ohio DDR channel), and then PFC Healing Vision to claim my 2nd in-tourney PFC, taking the set once again 2-0 and advancing to level 9 with a perfect performance!!!

level 9 came and i was put up against SnowStorm/SIM, thejurok, and gabbyjay, which would be where my demise would come... only before a bunch of cab crashes! no scores for most of these unfortunately, but i was bested 0-2 by SnowStorm on Revolutionary Addict ESP-13 and PARANOiA Revolution DSP-14 (my MA wasn't quite up to par on either songs, probably exhaustion from only eating before my pump tourney...)

for my set against jurok though, i won my first pick; roppongi EVOLVED Ver.D ESP-15, even despite forgetting to disable my sudden+ before the speedup!!! i forgot what his pick was, but i lost it and lost the tiebreaker too, MAX 300 DSP-12, in order to lose the set 1-2...

then lastly, the final and most ultimate set... the one against longtime Black Flag Academy admin and potential rival, GABBYJAY!!! this set was super funny because we both won each other's picks (he won Bang Pad(Werk Mix) ESP-13, i won osaka EVOLVED (TYPE1) DSP-13), and for the tiebreaker we got New Gravity CSP-14...

and after such an intense battle not shown on stream due to the sheer intensity and vulgarity (actually the stream was what was causing the cab to crash repeatedly), we finished the song and looked at each others' scores to see the results, and...

...by two points. i got a PFC up from a 988k, on-stream, not having seen the chart before, and yet i fell short by such a tight margin, losing the set once again 1-2...

but overall, super satisfying performance from both ends (and super funny reaction)!!! i loved this experience even if i didn't advance twice (which is fine, level 9 was more of a victory lap anyways LOL i was just a silly little teen playing against intimidating adults). but that did indeed conclude my tournament run at the mistaketh on the laketh, so until next time! thanks all who tuned in and cheered me on in chat, the support was so nice to read back at the hotel! but there's still 2 more days of the event to enjoy, so let's enjoy 'em!

[robotwrangler]

I um,, not gonna lie I don’t really have anything to say in defence of this one,,

[brujeriaarts]

@lovelyladymayyy

- ask and ye shall receive - ...just one cat tho

In reference to my last drawing of Eddie feeding pigeons:

Found some neat stuff. Reference photo of a cat with some pretty metal accesories. AND I found out there's a whole series of metal musicians with their cats! The reference for this one is Travis Ryan, vocalist for Cattle Decapitation (which totally slaps btw).

Excerpt that comes with the photo on the website:

Meat is Murder Many metal musicians are such serious animal advocates that they spearhead relief work, fundraising and awareness-building about the importance of spaying and neutering. Travis Ryan of the metal bands Cattle Decapitation and Murder Construct is pictured with his cat, Nico “The Neeks.” (Cattle Decapitation is a vegetarian band.)— Alexandra Crockett

ALSO I forgot to add this story from way back:

[literalliterature]

helloooo, it is me, the D20 mutual!! i'd love to hear about the acofaf project you're working on, and/or patron saint of lost causes (an absolutely kickass name btw)

Ember you are SO 👌👌👌🔥🔥🔥 for asking this because lowkey I've been wanting to share about them both lol.

So first off, my ACOFAF art! My first ACOFAF art, to be specific. :3 I started it earlier this week and am currently on the final lineart stage. It's Wuvvy in the "burn" scene from episode 3 because I love to hurt myself.

[ID: Two versions of the same drawing of Wuvvy from the chest up. She is a satyr with horns that curl outward, floppy ears, a deer-like nose, very long and straight hair, and Regency-style clothing. Her hand is held out toward the viewer, and a tear falls down her cheek. The first image shows the rough sketch done in pencil and paper, while the second is digitally rendered and shows the final sketch, partially lined. End ID.]

For "Patron Saint of Lost Causes," the only context that you need is it's an essay where I just reflect on death lmao. I'm going to be self-indulgent and just post several paragraphs of the very beginning. (Discussion of death starts under the cut in case you'd prefer to avoid it.)

This is a story about the time I did not have a panic attack in the discount holiday decor aisle of the CVS on 53rd and Kimbark. The most important thing to know about the CVS on 53rd and Kimbark is that it's carpeted. The carpet is a not-quite-navy blue and contains much of the store's overwhelming menace. In tandem with the fluorescents, it makes the interior at once too dark and too glaring. This exacerbates the sensory assault from the constant pinging of self-check-out machines and the screaming red 40%-off signs that jump out from around the other side of the aisle like haunted house ghouls. I suspect that's all meant to disorient and send you weaving in deeper. Either that or someone thought it would make the place homier, which is the only other reason I can imagine for giving a drugstore carpet, as opposed to some sane and moppable linoleum like any god-fearing Target. There's an uncanniness to it, like those robots with synthetic flesh stretched over their machinery to give them supposedly friendly faces. The lack of attempt at reassurance would have been preferable.

No one looks at you in the carpeted CVS, because no one looks at anything in the carpeted CVS except for the things they came in to get, because that way they can leave the carpeted CVS faster. This is to say that it's not a bad location for a breakdown, which almost happened because I saw a stuffed rabbit in the picked-through Easter aisle. This was in May. The rabbit had been deposited onto a metal shelf crowded with items in pastel colors that look how a cube of solid fondant tastes. I thought about buying it, thinking I could bring it back to Judith, because Judith might like it, and then I became aware of the weight of my guts like a sack on a string inside me. There was no reason to buy the rabbit, because Judith was dead, which was annoying, because before I would have had a reason to buy the rabbit. This was an interruption to routine.

And I really, honest-to-God tried to have a breakdown about it. The grief was overdue anyway, so it might as well come here and now.

Come on, I thought as I slapped myself around in the aisle, with neither customer nor clerk to stop me. Say uncle. And then after a couple minutes I bought the lightbulb I'd come in for and $16.99 of discount Easter candy that I hadn't.

[wreckofawriter]

Attention

Pairing: Cedric Diggory x reader

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: Swearing, sexual jokes

Request: @souhmhey Hello! I really like your blaise au and was wondering if you could do a hogwarts ver of 97 with bill weasley/cedric diggory since your requests is open. The reader is a slytherin btw. Thank you and take care!

#97: You are famous and we keep bumping into eachother so the media thinks we're dating

A/n: sorry for inactivity, I have no concept of time. This is a tiny bit off the prompt but oh well. (There is so much dialogue in this fic, I'm sorry.)

You hated attention. You had hated it since the second you had been birthed into the world. The world which robbed you of your privacy. The world which had dug its grimy hands into your life and tugged and pulled until it looked pretty enough to be on display. A world which everyone claimed to wish for, to envy. 

It made you sick. 

You had no right to complain. You knew that you were privileged, your parents had more money than they could spend even if they tried, you had grown up in a mansion which simply could not be called a house. You had the tutors, the vacations, the clothes. You had it all, well all except privacy. 

Your birth was on the front page of a dozen magazines, your face tacked onto newspapers before you could even read. You were so used to the flash of lights that you stopped registering them as strange. 

When you left for some faraway school in the hills of Scottland you had assumed that all of that would go away. That you wouldn’t have to fake smiles anymore or refrain from making the smallest mistake for fear of ruining your parent’s reputation. 

Your father’s status as a quidditch player kept you form that unattainable dream. Whenever he spoke of the sport he told it like some fantasy, something he had done so he could soar into the sky not bring it down onto his daughter. 

You snapped your eyes shut the bright flash of light only worsening your headache. As the faint burn you were all too used to faded you gathered the image of the young boy in front of you.  His mouth was dropped displaying two rows of crooked teeth, his brown eyes wide with amazement. 

Your jaw tightened, “Do you need something?” the tone you used was clearly threatening, hoping to break him from the trance you had unintentionally put him under. The conformity of the boy’s features lead you to believe he was either deaf or stupid. 

“Well?!” You snapped and it seemed to do the trick. 

He blinked a few times, his open mouth giving way for a dopey grin, “You’re y/n y/l/n.” 

You scoffed considering shoving the large camera he was holding down his throat, “I don’t know who you are talking about.” 

“But-”

“Move before I move you myself.” You snarled and before the kid could answer you shoved him aside and continued for your class which you were now surly to be late for. Vector wouldn’t be happy. 

You entered the room already spewing apologies you should have to give. 

The teacher cut you off with a pointed look and you snapped your mouth shut. There were a couple snickers from the class and your head hammered on the front of your skull. 

“You have been late almost every day this week Ms. y/l/n. Is this going to continue all year or should I cut you from my class now?” Her glare was stiff. 

You tried to swallow your mouth suddenly feeling too dry, “I’m very sorry professor it’s just I have to come all the way from potions, and getting through the halls can be difficult.”

Her eyebrows raised, “I don’t see any of my other students struggling to get here on time.” 

“Well, I-” 

“Or do you simply believe the rules of this school don’t apply to you?”  She sneered and giggles erupted around you.

Your cheeks burned and you hung your head, “That’s not what I was saying professor.” you mumbled know your words fell onto emptiness. 

“Ten points from Slytherin. Go take a seat next to Diggory.” 

You let your mouth fall shut nodding obediently as your blood boiled beneath your skin. Eyes followed you to your seat and didn’t leave until the lesson began. Your cheeks hurt, you pushed your hands upon them attempting to cool the burn of embarrassment. You didn’t even spare a glance to the boy seated next o you, his presence barely registering as you tried to convince the earth to swallow you whole. 

You really hated attention. 

Cedric Diggory didn’t quite understand why so many looked his way as he passed in the halls. He was good at making friends, his words always seemed to flow so seamlessly from his mouth, he never stumbled over syllables or tripped on his tongue. He was good with people, they liked him, he never gave them a reason to do otherwise. 

Students envied him, he knew that. He wasn’t oblivious to the fact that girls and boys found him attractive, he wasn’t stupid. People often treated him like he was anyway, as if his popularity had drained his common sense. It was aggravating to try and prove that his worth went past his reputation again and again. 

He always paid mind to you. He was aware of your fame, well your parent’s fame. His eyes like may others had frequently wandered towards you, he had a feeling you hated when they did. Your own were always narrowed into a glare as you did everything in your power to avoid the popularity you had been gifted. 

As you sat beside him, your head buried in your hands, teacher continuing with a lesson he should be listening to he felt sorry for you. Sorry that you were so often painted as a self-entitled brat, sorry for the prying eyes and the whispers behind hands. 

“I could walk you from potions if you wanted.” The words had spilled from his mouth like an overflowing sink.

Your head snapped towards him, eyes hard as steel as you bored into him. “What?” 

Cedric suddenly felt like a fool, something that didn’t happen all that often. He stuttered for a sentence, “I, uhh..” What had he just said to you? It was like his thoughts had been replaced with cotton.”I have the same potions as you, and um you said that you were having a hard time getting through the halls. I could walk with you.” 

“Whatever.” you ignored the part of you that thought it might be a half-decent idea and scoffed, “You would only draw more attention.” 

The Hufflepuff chuckled, “I suppose you’re not wrong.” 

You didn’t answer, eyes now zoned to the front of the room. He let the conversation drop. 

If there was one thing that you hated more than attention it was exercise. You disliked exhausting yourself, the grime, and sweat making you feel incredibly dirty as you jogged the edge of the grounds. Your breaths were labored and you felt awkward as your thighs bummed together. Despite all of the discomfort, your head felt clear. Thoughts weren’t plagued but crisp as you listened to the chirp of birds and your own pants. Finally, you gave out, your legs groaning as you halted bending over. Lacing your hands on your knees, you tried to calm your racing heart. 

“Oh, hey y/n!” 

And your peace was ruined. 

You stood up, stuffing your hands in your pockets and trying not to look as fatigued as you felt. 

Cedric looked so good it hurt. The sweat on his brow giving him the polished look of a deity. His hair was untamed yet adorable, cheeks stained apple red from the exertion. The sun which was peeking above the horizon framed him, making the boys edge hazy and warm. He smiled down at you, his breaths steady as ever. 

You cussed at him not even bothering to lower your voice. You watched his face falter with confusion. “Fuck you.” You repeated, “How do you look so good after running?” 

His grin jumped back, “I just stared, I’m only two miles in.”

You were tempted to slap him, “Only.” you cursed him again for good measure.

“Are you heading back towards the school? I could go with you.” 

You considered his offer for a brief moment, “Whatever you monster.” 

Apparently he took that as a yes because the second you began to jog again he was beside you his pace obviously slowed to fit yours. 

“I was actually happy to run into you.” He hummed.

You frowned, “Why?” it was more of a pant than a question.

He shrugged, “You seem nice.”

There were a lot of things you ‘seemed’ nice was not one of them. The side glance you gave him was question enough and you heard him chuckle a bit.

“I know you think you’re all scary and everything but you’re not that bad.” 

You scowled, “You don’t. Know. Me.” heavy breaths broke what was supposed to be an intimidating sentence. 

He nodded, “I think I’d like to.” 

You didn’t respond and instead tried to focus back into your safe world of exhaustion and exhilaration. You managed to reach the front of the school and practically collapsed.

“Are you okay?” Cedric asked his hand landing lightly on your shoulder. 

Shoving it off you nodded, “I’m going to get water before I pass out.” you heaved, “Feel free to continue your workout, Diggory.”

“Alright, I’ll see you-” the door shut in his face, “-later.”

Your exhaustion kept you from ripping off the heads a group of first-years who wanted your father’s autograph on your way to class. It faded as you made your way through transfiguration and potions. When dismissed you scrambled from the classroom at a quick pace, the last thing you wanted was to be late to Arithmancy again. Being publicly ridiculed once this week was plenty for you. 

You didn’t stop as your name was called behind you, shouldering through a group of students who shot you glares. You heard it again the same voice, closer now and you picked up the pace. 

Your shoulder was grabbed and you spun around with such force your bag fell from your shoulder. Quills and ink crashed to the ground and you swore loudly dropping to your knees to pick up the scattered supplies.

Cedric descended beside you helping gather your things. You snatched them from his hands before he offered and continuted down the hall without even a glance in his direction. His long strides brought him to your side. 

“You don’t have to worry about being late you know.” He offered you stayed unresponsive. “You’ve still got 6 minutes till class.”

You let out a bothered sigh, “Well if I’m stopped then those minutes go fast.” 

Cedric frowned, “Stopped?”

“Yep. It’s always like this at the beginning of the year. The first-years slowly find out who my parents are and want autographs or pictures as if it’s somehow my responsibility to serve them.” Your voice slowly filled with annoyance like a balloon expanding with air, “It’s irritating.”

The boy beside you furrowed his brows, “I can imagine.”

As if on queue a young girl trotted up to you stopping you in your tracks.

“You’re y/n y/l/n right?” Before you could answer she continued, “I was wondering if I could have an autograph from your mother, I saw her in a movie when I was six and I-”

“I’m really sorry but we have to get to class,” Cedric spoke, cutting off the bob child. 

Her eyes widened a bit, “Oh sorry, um bye then.” 

You gave a half-hearted wave before glancing at the boy beside you, “Thanks.”

He grinned, “It’s no problem.” 

Neither of you noticed the eyes which followed you down the hall. 

The Weasley twins had a special talent when it came to being bothersome. And they were sure to use it to their full potential, making a point to leave no one out of their troubles. You included. You didn’t know them all too well but after their offer to buy autographs from you and them sell them for a profit they had always stuck in your head. 

“Ah, but if it isn’t my favorite celebrity.” Fred grinned his arm draping around your shoulder before being quickly shoved off. 

“Well if it isn’t my least favorite red-head.” You respond attempting to return to the open textbook in front of you. 

“It’s only natural that you like me more than him.” George grinned sitting beside you.

“Nah, you’re tied for last.” You mumbled scribbling down notes on a messy roll of parchment. 

The younger twin frowned, “Are you sure I’m not beating him?” 

You looked up at him amusement etched into your features, “Positive.”

Fred popped some of the jelly slugs sitting beside you into his mouth, chewing obnoxiously loud. “So you and Diggory huh?”

You stiffened, glancing up at him. 

“I didn’t think he was your type.” George grinned catching one of the candies in his mouth as his twin tossed it over your head. 

You scrunched your nose, “What?” 

“Oh come on y/l/n, don’t be coy.” 

“No reason to be shy, we all know you and the Hufflepuff prince are boning.” the younger giggled. 

Your mouth went dry, “What did you just say?” 

Fred hummed, “Wow you’re better at acting than I thought, I guess you take after your mother.”

“I haven’t the slightest clue what you’re talking about.” You sputtered.

“Wait really?” 

You nodded.

“So you and Cedric aren’t dating?” 

You scoffed, “God no, where in hell did you get that idea?”

The reflections shot glances at each other. 

“The whole school thinks you are,” George stated plainly.

You slammed your textbook shut in a vicious snap, eyes from around the library drawing towards you. “That fucker.” You hissed and in a second you were on your feet.

You didn’t have to look very long to find the brunette. He was only a few corridors form the library a small group of people huddled with him. 

“Diggory!” Your voice cut the pleasant atmosphere in two.

“Oh hey y/n, I was just looking fo-” Before his sentence could be finished you had snatched him by the tie and began dragging him behind you. 

A series of whistles and calls followed you around the corner where you slammed open a door and shoved him into a small closet. 

“Y/n whats are you doing?” He asked loosening his tie which you had unintentionally sinched around his neck. 

Your hands met his shoulders pushing him back as hard as you could manage. Cedric stumbled, his back hitting the door with a thunk.

“You asshole!” You spat leaning over him, “How dare you?”

Cedric was bewildered, the anger clear on your face in the dull lighting. Your breaths were heavy, the sharp scent of mint hitting him, “I’m sorry what?”

You sneered, “Don’t you dare lie to me Diggory. I know what you did.” You had grabbed his tie again, forcing him to lower his head to meet your eyes. 

“What did I do?” He asked, his cheeks feeling unbearably hot from the close proximity. 

You scoffed, “I don’t know, how about telling the entire school we’re fucking dating?” 

Cedric frowned, “I didn’t tell anyone we were dating.” 

Now it was your turn to look baffled, “Then who did?” 

Before your question could be answered you were falling forward, the door opening the two of you tumbling out into the sudden overwhelming brightness. You screwed your eyes shut in response, your ears catching the sound of laughter and whistles. You were brought your senses abruptly, the crowd gathered around you giggling behind their hands. 

“Damn Cedric, I thought you were classier than a quickie in a closet.” Someone snickered.

You lept off the boy you had been straddling moments before your cheeks burning from embarrassment. Cedric sat up, his own face tinged red as he glared at the Hufflepuff which had spoken. 

You shoved your way through the crowd wishing the earth would open up and let you fall into its core. Or at least those gathered around you. 

“Wait y/n!” 

You didn’t turn instead holding your middle finger in the air, making sure the entirety of the group could see it before you disappeared from sight. By the time Cedric was able to push his way through the crowd to where you had turned you were gone. He cussed letting his head fall into his hands. 

Cedric didn’t see you the entirety of the weekend. You weren’t in the hall for meals or out in the cooling September air where many students were finding refuge. Your absence was annoying, the thoughts of your breath fanning over the bridge of his nose, chest pressed into his only worsening the harbored feelings he had buried. Rumors of your relationship continuted to circulate, the scene caused a few days before morphing into lewd stories which made his cheeks bloom with roses. He felt partially responsible for the trouble caused for you, his friends were some of the most active in the gossip. 

Cedric knew it was only a matter of time before you would be forced to converse with him. You would never skip a class.

You appeared in potions Monday and managed to convince Snape to let you leave five minutes earlier than the rest of the class. There was no escaping assigned seats in Arithmancy. Or so Cedric thought. You had used your extra time to swap seats with another student now all he could do was bore holes into the back of your styled hair from four seats back. You didn’t even give him a chance during meals, eating quickly or simply never appearing, a girl you were with frequently taking a plate with her as she left instead. 

It was aggravating. He knew that both of you barley qualified as acquaintances but having the small amount of progress he had made in your relationship ripped from him less than a week in was cruel. 

Cedric was more persistent than you intended him to be. You didn’t quite understand why, you hardly knew each other. Yet he tried to corner you in hallways and stop you in classes. You supposed he probably felt guilty. You almost felt bad for avoiding him. 

When he wasn’t present in potions you assumed him sick or skipping. So you didn’t find the need to leave early or rush from the room. You should have known it was a trick. The second you left the room you were trapped, Cedric stood directly in front of you his gaze almost daring you to run. 

You sighed rolling your eyes, “Ok fine. You got me.”

“Can we talk?” He asked his hands stuffed into his robe pockets.

“Aren’t we all ready?” You challenged.

He shook his head softly, “Please?”

“There’s nothing to talk about.” You huffed. 

“It will take thirty seconds.” 

Your eyes narrowed, you knew it would take longer but your curiosity was killing you, what could he possibly have to say? Your money was on some useless apology.

“Fine.” 

You were lead deeper into the dungeons beginning to suspect he was going to murder you where your screams couldn’t be heard until he came to a stop in some far away corridor. 

You crossed your arms tapping your foot impatiently, “Well?”

Cedric felt that unfamiliar twist in his stomach as he looked down at you, his hand scratching at the back of his neck, “Well I wanted to say sorry.” 

You sneered at this, “Are you serious? If this what you dragged me here for then you can just tell your friends that they are dumbasses with no life of their own so they have to stick their nose in other peoples to stay entertained and leave.” 

The Hufflepuff was taken aback, “Oh no that’s not it, umm, you, I mean I have-”

“Spit it out Diggory,” you demanded. 

He nodded, “Right, uh I like you y/n.”

Your eyes shot wide.

“And I was just wondering if you would let me take you out.” He finished feeling better now that the words had been spoken. The moment was ruined quickly. 

“No.” Your answer was plain.

“Oh.” Cedric wasn’t sure what he expected, but it certainly wasn’t that. 

You sighed, the boy’s face now deflated like a sad puppy. The odd feeling of guilt settled in your stomach, “It’s not because of you.” You assured him, “I mean your talented and hot and nice and everything, it’s just I don’t want to deal with all the shit.” 

His cheeks flushed at the complaint but his lips twitched into a frown, “What shit?”

“Ya know.” You spoke gesturing around you, “Your friends and the rumors and everything. I’ve already got enough on my plate, I don’t need anymore.”

Cedric nodded, understanding, “Then give me a chance.” 

You hummed a question.

“The astronomy tower tomorrow night, meet me there after curfew and let me prove I’m worth it,” he explained.

You blinked owlishly at him, head tilted slightly to the side, “Seriously?” 

“Yeah. One date, no commitment, if you don’t like it can go back to ignoring me and no one will know.” 

His offer was tempting. The way his eyes glimmered with hope only making it more enticing. So you gave in, “Alright.” 

A smile stretched his lips, “Really?” 

You shrugged, “Why not?” 

“You won’t regret it.” 

Part of you already knew that. 

Taglist:

@accio-rogers

@roslea

@k3nz-doodl3

@theseuscmander

@sleepingalaska

@chloe-geoghegan1

Masterlist

[hughiecampbelle]

Presume (Shelby!Reader × Thomas Shelby Oneshot)

Character/s: Thomas, Arthur, John, Finn mention

Word Count: 1,202

Requested: Tommy decides to throw a masquerade party (maybe to gain allies?) And little shelby, not knowing who the other person is, due to masks and such, begins to dance with the son of one of the other feuding families ~ anon

Tag List: @dontdowhatisayandnobodygetshurt @myriadimagines @lilyswritings @encounterthepast @writerdream22 @brithedemonspawn @trentstonesobrienhoechlin @death-of-a-mermaid @woahitslucyylu @obsessedunicorn24 @thedarkqueenofavalon @fangirlsarah16 @captivatedbycillianmurphy @theshelbyclan @creativemayhems @soleil-dor @thegirlwithoutaname87 @babylooneytoonz @peakyxtommy @locke-writes @lucillethings

A/N: I LOVE HOW THIS TURNED OUT!!!!! I really hope I could do your request justice my love, and that it's exactly what you wanted!!! I hope the wait wasn't too long either!!! I did make this entirely gender neutral btw! Is it obvious ya gurl had never danced with anyone besides friends? :P Ngl, I am proud of the storytelling!!! I always feel awful with fic requests because I worry I can never write them well, but I'm so happy with this!!!! Hope you like it my loves!!! Feedback is always appreciated 💜💖💜

Gif Credit: @nofckingfighting :)

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The watchful eyes burning into your back, through your skin, wishing they could set your insides on fire. Anything to stop you without forcibly dragging you from the room. Had to look good, play nice, be on their best best behaviors. Be professional. Instead, they stare, locked in by an image, a facade. No better time to push til they break. The glass already out of your hand, cheeks burning hot, tongue and teeth growing slow, sleepy. A drink, or three. Enough to give you courage. Teetering empty on the silver platter, calling your name as you slip through crowd, your shoes tapping the dance floor, picking at random. So many choices. One by one, lined up by their own kind. Blood had a funny way of tricking people, believing there is safety in packs, in numbers. There isn't. There never was, but they don't know. They will. Holding out your hand, waiting, and they take it, as if it were always meant to be there.

Do what you do because you can, because you're the only one who can get under their skin without the repercussions of a bullet between the eyes. They could try. Lock your bedroom door shut. Gloat and mock, the music, the crowds, all of the noise burning through the air all the way up. Too young. Just a child. Not ready yet. As if this business hadn't been your life since you were a kid, as if you weren't playing with guns and God the way other kids played with dolls, with soldiers. Toying with life and death before you could fucking spell it. It wasn't just a job, but the very thing that ran through your veins. That impulse, that thought, the rationalizing. It was all you, and you were going to show them, despite what they thought, you were as much a Shelby as the rest.

Their hands on your waist, close, closer than you inow any of them like. Your arms around their neck, the gentle sway you have so soothing amongst the chaos. Behind the mask there is someone unrecognizable, a stranger, the perfect distraction. A mask stolen, plucked from your brothers room, your door left open, broken, the lock heavy on the floor. A child may scream, cry, throw themselves on to their bed, thrash until they're red in the face and the festivities have all ended. You were not a goddamn child. Quickly, you dressed. Something itchy, uncomfortable, unwearable on any other occasion, but perfect for tonight. Grown up. Showing off every piece of you that made you look older, sharper, more jaded. Knife-like, a single touch a very dangerous thing. Down the stairs, scanning the first floor. Too many to count. Potential allies, and enemies, alike, all wanting a piece of power. Three familiar bodies, covered faces, but too easy, falling into their own imperfect habits.

John, Thomas, Arthur.

They hold you, their touch light, but intentional. Their hands nor their gaze ever travel, deserving a slap, a huff, a razor. No, they are shy. That much you can tell. Shy, even bashful, taking you in with every breath.A smile, that of innocence, of embarassment, and then, four simple words, whispered in your ear, barely above the violin, a voice that is far sweeter than you expected, honeyed with youth, hiccuped with wit. "I think they're staring." You don't dare look. You already know. Recognizing you soon enough. Good. You only shake your head, a head full of bubbles, and continue dancing. A stunt. That's what they named her, as if she were thoughtless. You'd never thought more about anything in your life. Not just the outfit, the picked lock, the alcohol, but your partner, the one you shared song after song with. You had your pick. Could have moved on, chose another, and another after that, but they stuck out, even behind the mask. They weren't afraid of you, or your brothers.

A party of class, wealth, legitimacy, all of these new things recently acquired by your family. One to gain attention, political allies, in search of anyone who wouldn't stab you in the back and leave you for dead. Far more people than you ever expected. All day, you watched Thomas' grand manor turn into that of a castle, one with a ballroom, rid of furniture, pictures, any evidence this place was a home, your home, at all. Other doors, places unused, unseen, locked. Careful, but not too careful. Your brother, always wary. One by one your aunt, sister, brothers, and their families come dressed for the occasion. Even Finn had been allowed to join in all the fun. You were geting ready, your hair undone, your clothes strewn across the floor. Tommy promised you there was no need to worry about any of that. The door slammed behind you before you had the chance to catch it. Your fists pounced on the door, pulling at the handle, your fury building. Of age, and still just a baby.

Alone now, you had time to think, to plan, to invade.

You weren't sure what was more careless: the fact they thought a locked door could keep you in, or that an event for allies could keep enemies out. The whole night you spent with them, your sweet stranger, one nameless, laughing at your jokes, your quips, unfazed by the cruelty, the hostility your words. Your mother tongue. They spoke the same language, one of cynicism, jabs at other guests as they kissed your brothers feet. In the end, they left you with nothing more than a kiss to your hand and solemn goodbye, never taking off their mask. The music dulled, the crowd thinning. Your punishment imminent, impending, cold hands tugging at your wrist, angry words quiet, hushed, threatening you with a lifetime of imprisonment.

A wonderful night come to an end.

It wouldn't be for a week or two until you saw that face again. Left out of another family meeting, a locked door becoming an old friend, left to wander the shop. You'd interrogate Finn later. For now, it was only you and the empty rooms. One by one you explored. A swesting glass of brown, the ice melting, on Arthurs desk, that of an early celebration. A drawing on Johns desk, illustrated from one of his young ones, colors scribbled and squiggled over his smiling face. And on Thomas' sat a pile of photos. All of them, thick black X's, drawn by his own hand, over their faces. A hit list. That of enemies, people out to kill. Get rid of them before they get rid of him. On the bottom, the dead rest. Towards the top were those he was hunting, the job not yet finished. One struck you, a slap across the face, one that left your nerves thin. At first, just another stranger. And then, a closer look. That smile, those eyes, you could almost hear their laugh, those words. Not a quip at the expense of your brothers, but their own watching your every move. Calculated, calloused, hungry. You hadn't even noticed. These days, enemies and allies walked a very thin line.

"I think they're staring."

You had to tell Tommy.

[emily-strange]

Frustration

I mean, I’ve not been subtle with the title....

This has come from @billybutchersbabe​ prompt game! Which I adore btw. 

Warnings: Swearing (the C word pops up...twice I think), Spanking (bum and...other), Smut, Mutual Masturbation.

Leonard McCoy x reader/you

You’re so happy to be done for the day you don’t even remember the long walk back to your quarters. It all going by in a blur. As soon as you get back it’s straight into the shower before waiting on Leonard to finish his shift. You change into one of his old college shirts and throw yourself onto the bed. You’d had to go to Medbay earlier after taking a screwdriver to the head while standing under a Jefferey Tube…wasn’t really the poor Ensigns fault but he’d gotten a hell of a talking to from Scotty.

While being checked over in Medbay by Nurse Chapel, you saw (and heard) your boyfriend giving some new nurses a lecture on proper medical protocols. You could see the muscles in his jaw flex with his frustration and even though you felt bad for the newbies, a larger part of you wanted to drag him into his office and have him work through that anger with you.

But alas your ever professional Leonard would never indulge when the area was so busy….sometimes he could be convinced but you sensed today wouldn’t be that day. His hands clenched behind his back into fists and his posture was rigid. Whatever had happened must have been pretty bad, he hasn’t been that worked up by work for quite a while. The flaring of his nostrils and the way he raked his hand through his hair, tugging it a little, gave you all sorts of naughty images. So after being given the OK you’d walked back to work with thoroughly soaked underwear and a very insistent itch.

You lie back against the pillows and let your hand trail down your stomach. You close your eyes and picture Leonard in his natural habitat, ordering people around like he owns the place. Which he basically does. Your hand strokes through the sparse hair of your lips and you’re not shocked at all to find yourself dripping. You gather your wetness and rub tight circles around your clit, palming your breast through the shirt and moaning at the relief.

You know he’ll be home soon and you want to put on a show. You want him to still be frustrated. Ready to explode, before getting him to fuck you. Slow and gentle is heaven with Leonard, as is fast and rough. However frustrated Leonard isn’t something you get often, he’s too good at leaving it at the office when he finishes a shift. Not wanting to bring that energy home to you. But after seeing him today getting so wound up, you want the desperate grab of his hands on you. The tensing of his teeth in your face and the slackness of his body after his release finally comes.

“Now that’s not nice darlin’. Startin’ without me.”

You open your eyes to see Leonard leaning against the door frame, smug as anything. You smile and keep circling your aching clit as he begins to strip. When he’s naked and about to climb onto the bed, you stop him with a hand on his chest. He watches you, confused, as you get off the bed and walk into the living area, sitting on the sofa with your spread legs propped up on the coffee table. You point to the seat opposite.

“Sit.” You say before returning your hand to between your legs.

Leonard smirks and sits in the chair, curious about the little game you’re playing. His cock is already hard but you know it can get so much harder.

“I want you to touch yourself.” You say with glazed eyes.

You see the twinkle in Leonard’s as he fists his cock in his right hand, sighing from relief. He starts up a gentle pace but that’s not good enough for what you want.

“Faster.” You tell him before reaching down and slipping a finger easily into your cunt.

“Why don’t you let me come do that for you sweetheart?” Leonard drawls and starts to get up but immediately stops when you hold out your hand, saying firmly, “If you don’t do as I say Len, I’ll finish myself off and go to bed.”

You can’t help the sultry smile on your face as he sits back down, returning his hand to his now leaking cock. You can see the vein in his neck growing already as he clenches his jaw. Good, you think. But he can do better.

When you see his eyes glaring at the finger deep inside you, you remove it and give your clit a sharp little slap. Jumping and gasping at the contact. He groans and spreads his precum over the swollen head of his cock. Fisting it roughly.

“You love spanking my clit don’t you my love.” You ask mockingly and spank it again a bit harder, “When you’re fucking me raw. Those nights when all we want is hard…and rough.”

Leonard breathes harshly out of his nose and clenches the arm of the sofa until you hear fabric groaning against the force. You give your clit another hard tap as you enter two fingers into your soaked core.

“Be a good boy and answer me Leonard.” You say as you crook your fingers, trying to hit the spot your boyfriend finds so well. Your fingers aren’t quite up to par but you’re not going to tell him that.

Leonard pulls his eyes away from your soaked hand and meets your eyes, breathing heavily and groaning when you bite your bottom lip.

“You know I do.” He says bluntly, getting frustrated at the distance between you. His mouth flies open as you spank the inside of your thigh, making your cunt clench around your fingers, “Please darlin’, lemme…lemme make you cum. You know I’d make you cum so hard.”

As worked up as you’re getting, you’re enjoying the sight of Leonard way more. His teeth bared and his thighs tense.

“What would you do to me Len?” you ask, pulling your shirt up and lightly slapping your nipple, “Tell me what you’d do and maybe I’ll let you sink into me. I’m so wet for you.….don’t you dare stop touching yourself.”

Leonard groans and swears under his breath, his forehead furrowing as beads of sweat gather just under his hairline. With his non-slicked hand, he grasps the base of his cock and growls, “Please sweetheart….lemme fuck you. Spank that perfect ass of yours…I’ll fuck you so…” Leonard stutters and squeezes harder on the base of his cock to stave off his orgasm, “…so hard.”

You hum and pretend to think before tapping your clit hard again and speeding up your fingers, “Hmm….not yet.”

“FUCK.” Leonard shouts and throws his head back. You giggle to yourself, knowing he’s reaching his level of frustration. If his cock is anything to go by, the poor man is fit to burst any second. He grits his teeth and continues fucking his fist but you can see the strain it’s taking him not to cum. The sound of his fist, your slick fingers and both your heavy pants are the only sounds for a good, long minute before you say, “Please come fuck me Len, make me come.”

You jump slightly when your boyfriend hauls himself quickly out of the chair and all but throws the coffee table across the room. He removes your fingers and sucks them into his mouth, groaning. You quickly take off his shirt from your body and gasp loudly when he spanks the side of your bum.

“That wasn’t very nice darlin’. Teasing me like that.” He growls leaning over you as you wrap your legs around his waist. He spanks you again, just a bit harder and lines himself up with your soaked centre. His cock ridiculously stiff and throbbing from all the attention.

“Fuck me Doctor.” You say through clenched teeth, reeling from the spanks, before he thrusts into you. You groan in unison and it’s not long before you’re coming hard and fast on his pistoning cock. Sweat from Leonard’s brow drops onto your chest and he roughly palms a breast while supporting himself on the back of the sofa with his other hand.

You scream and swear through your orgasm and whimper with sensitivity but the look on his face is definitely worth the minor amount of discomfort. He’s almost sobbing he’s so worked up; his eyes having scrunched closed after you clenched around him.

“Come on Len, fuck your girl good. You always fuck me so good.” You ramble and grasp his face, feeling the tension in his jaw until he does exactly what you wanted.

With an earth-shattering roar, he comes harder than he has for a long time. Every muscle in his body straining until he collapses over you, but still ever so careful to not hurt you. No matter how lost in the moment he gets, Leonard would never allow himself to cause you any unwanted pain.

He slowly withdraws from you, wincing as he does and almost melts onto the floor. Placing his head in your lap as he goes. For a while you both sit quietly catching your breath as you stroke through his sweat soaked hair.

Eventually he starts kissing your thighs before getting to his knees. You open your legs and learn forward to kiss him, placing your arms around his neck. You kiss lazily for a few moments before he draws back and kisses your nose.

“Good day?” is all you manage to say before he’s throwing you over his shoulder and giving you a smack on the bum before hauling you into the shower.

[madmaenad]

Meta on Sun Xiang & Qiu Fei’s Relationship

So the other day, Wack from the TKA discord mentioned in passing how Qiu Fei and Sun Xiang are like two ships passing in the night. The image stuck with me because it’s both poetic and accurate: two people occupying the same space, but heading in opposite directions, and never managing to stand on the same ground.

It’s notable that in a novel the size of TKA, the two almost never interact. In fact, there are only two examples of SX & QF speaking to each other outside of Glory in the entire novel. BB just didn’t fill in the rest, as he does, but what we have is consistent. I think it’s worth looking closely at their connection, because the novel very obviously sets these two characters up as foils of one another: Sun Xiang as the light, and Qiu Fei as his shadow. QF and SX are teammates who have several things in common (young Battlemages connected to Ye Xiu who have been trained to work together) - things that should draw the two together - but end up serving as a backdrop to the ways they are opposites. 

Let’s start with QF and SX’s very first interaction on page. Context: SMC has just given EE a magnificent chewing out about how all their worrying about YX is pointless, because YX seeks nothing but victory and EE is just another opponent to him. 

“Su Mucheng got up and left the conference room.

The room was completely silent. Just when everyone was wondering how long this silence would last, someone finally broke it. Someone stood up.

"I’ll be going to practice."

Qiu Fei.

This rookie had only just been promoted from the training camp this season. To think he dared to speak out against the Club’s manager. "I’ll be going to practice." By saying that, it meant he agreed with Su Mucheng.　

Ignoring everyone else’s gaze towards him, Qiu Fei left the conference room. The remaining people looked at one another, occasionally sneaking a glance at Cui Li.

This time, their captain Sun Xiang spoke up: "Haha, that child. He’s really got a personality. How interesting."

F*ck! Everyone slapped their forehead. Bro, I think you’re misreading the issue here. (885)”

The dynamic established here of ‘SX misreading QF’ is consistent all the way to the end of the Challenger League. QF has just made an extremely symbolic gesture of support for SMC, YX, and YX’s ideals of pursuing victory without distraction. All of that meaning completely flies over SX’s head. His reading of the situation is pure, shallow surface meaning only. His reaction is an abrupt change of emotional tone, and helps draw a dividing line between the two characters from the very beginning. It also highlights the different maturity levels between the two characters (The very next line is the famous “It wasn’t Xiao Shiqin’s first time witnessing Sun Xiang’s stupidity,” btw XD).

Additionally, we can read the line about SX finding QF interesting as a suggestion that SX didn’t think QF was interesting before now. We don’t know when QF became his shadow, but this scene happens in December and QF has been on the team since August/September. The options I see here are either A. the two hadn’t interacted much B. They interacted but SX just didn’t know QF well. 

In our next interaction, QF has just lost his match to YX in the Challenger League group round:

"You played well." Sun Xiang actually acted like a captain for once and comforted Qiu Fei, who was returning to the bench. Qiu Fei smiled, but didn't say anything before returning to his seat, but his gaze was aimed at Excellent Era's competition booth. On the field, they didn't have any way to communicate with words. Everything was based on their mechanics, attacks, defense, movement, and dodges. In this match, Qiu Fei had given it his all, but still lost. However, there would always be defeat in competition. He might've lost this time, but next time he'd win for certain, no matter who he was up against.

After giving his encouragement to one of their players, he casually glanced towards Happy and suddenly raised his voice. "It's just a shame that you left a Ye Qiu with only half his health for me. Even if I win, there will be no honor in it! (1016)”

Again, SX completely misreads the situation. QF doesn’t need to be comforted. At all. The following narration makes that clear - QF is already looking toward his next match. The mismatched emotional tone here between QF’s state and SX’s reply even makes me cringe a little bit. Like his mentor YX (who SX has just disparaged), QF is thinking about victory, but SX is thinking about honor. Their priorities are completely different - QF & SX aren’t on the same wavelength at all. Even after SX has trained together with QF as his shadow for months, he doesn’t seem to know QF’s personality. Based on this interaction, I’d find it difficult to believe the two of them are close. 

Next, let’s take a look at their in-game exchanges during the Challenger League Finals and what they say about SX & QF’s partnership as light & shadow.

“It was easy to think of what Sun Xiang was feeling like after being played around like that. He had been preparing to show his superiority over Ye Xiu in this team competition. Not yelling at Qiu Fei to move to the side was already a huge improvement for him. (1039)”

I bring up this quote because it means that SX has previously yelled at QF...who’s supposed to be his shadow and whose entire job is to help him. And not doing so is a ‘huge’ improvement. 

I don’t intend this as ‘SX was mean to QF.’ Pre character development SX would probably yell at any of his teammates. It’s just especially ‘ouch’ because QF’s entire job is to stick by SX’s side and coordinate with OAL. 

Okay, next quote.

“In the end, Sun Xiang was forced to retreat and leapt backwards twice to just barely dodge the attack. However, Soft Mist wasn't done yet. She was just about to execute her next attack. However, Qiu Fei's Combat Style attacked from the flank, stopping Soft Mist from continuing her assault.

From an outsider's point of view, it was a very normal assistance from a teammate, but in Sun Xiang's eyes, it was disgraceful! Just Soft Mist alone had forced him to require Qiu Fei's assistance? (1040)

QF is supposed to be SX’s helper, but SX thinks being helped is disgraceful. The narrative even calls this out as unreasonable. When one half of a partnership rejects the other person’s help, that is not a strong or stable partnership. 

Here’s one more:

“Sun Xiang had originally planned on continuing to attack Soft Mist, but then saw Combat Form force her back. Annoyance flickered in his heart as he had One Autumn Leaf chase after her, but after the first step, he suddenly remembered that rescuing their healer should be their priority. He immediately turned around and headed towards Woven Shadow. As for Qiu Fei's Combat Form? He just quietly followed alongside One Autumn Leaf. Only a professional's eyes would have been able to see the significance of that Rising Dragon Soars the Sky. (1041)

Once again, QF acts exactly as a shadow ought to by covering SX’s mistakes, and it just makes SX annoyed with him. I’d like to pause here to remind you that QF’s dream was always to stand beside One Autumn Leaf and seek victory side by side with YX. As OAL’s shadow, technically he’s achieved a piece of that dream. But SX’s reactions here are a rejection of QF as his shadow. SX doesn’t want a partner, SX wants individual glory. 

How ironic, that QF should gain what he hoped for and be cruelly denied it at the same time.

If you’d like an extra bit of pain, I’ll remind you that QF is both perceptive and thoughtful. It isn’t unreasonable at all to believe that QF sensed SX’s attitude toward his help. :)

I’ll end with one last quote:

“Sun Xiang turned his view with this attack. What he saw caused him to charge over like he had gone crazy, trying to use his own body to block the three Anti-Tank Missiles.

But it was too late. Everything was too late. Lord Grim didn't just send out Anti-Tank Missiles. A grenade had also rolled over, across the ground.

Combat Form, Qiu Fei's Combat Form had run out of health.

The shadow that had been with him the whole way, helping him. In truth, Sun Xiang hadn't thought that he was very important, but in that moment, he truly wished to save Combat Form from death, willing, even, to use his own character, One Autumn Leaf, to shield his shadow from death.

But it was all too late. Engulfed by the light of the explosion, Combat Form could no longer escape and his health fell to zero. Combat Form, he had fallen.

AAAAAHHHHHH!

In the player booth, no one could hear how Sun Xiang had screamed. (1051)”

At the very end, SX realizes QF’s value. But it’s too late, both for the match and for his partnership with QF. SX transfers soon afterward and doesn’t get a chance to fix his mistakes.

I have to wonder - did SX’s belief that having a shadow wasn’t important transfer over into a belief that QF also wasn’t very important? Is this why SX doesn’t seem to know much about QF?

That’s the last we see of the two characters interacting, but I’ll point out that SX earns best partners with ZZK the very next season. Is that SX learning from his mistakes and throwing himself into becoming the best possible partner he could be? I’d like to think so. 

How does this dynamic play out when QF returns to the Alliance with EE? SX, older and wiser and aware how badly he failed QF...come on guys where’s the fic

[goron-king-darunia]

Annon-Guy: Hopefully someone will get Tumblr on it. BTW, I know you wanted to wait until you got the video on your page, but what did you think of the Emil X Marta video I made?

Sorry, mate, I know I kept you waiting on this one. =w= I'll link the video at the end because if it had gone through normally it would have posted with the ask anyway. I do very much like the image selection, but I do think (and this is just my opinion and NOT common practice with fanvids so it's not something you missed or forgot!) that even the official art should be sourced because it's always painful when you see cute art of your faves and then you can't find it online, especially because, with DotNW being part of a multilingual fandom, some of the results won't show up in Google images if you don't know what you're searching for (a lot of art I have of Richter, for example, is stuff I only found on the JP side of Google or after meticulously searching with reverse image search and SauceNao [a godsend since it even shows results for art that is no longer being hosted. {RIP all the JP artists having to take their art down for insane copyright reasons sometimes.}]) Again, that's just something I'd like to see done more often and not something I really expected you to do, and definitely not something you did wrong because you sourced your songs and that's more than some people do, honestly. Sourcing the fanart was a great move though, and I definitely appreciate that! 0w0 Nappo deserves all the love. The music selection is also great! Again, Emil/Marta isn't really something I actively ship and I mostly just admire art of it at a distance, but the song "Hero" definitely suits their dynamic. Or at least the dynamic the game probably intended for them, even if that isn't what all the players interpret from their experience with the game. As for individual images, and this is more just about the images than your use of them: 1. A lot of the images are from the post-game credits scene/gallery in the PAL version (god I'm jealous of the PAL version, they got a gallery and costumes and USA got the game and NOTHING else until the chronicles edition where we got... a mediocre novella [I appreciate the novella of course, but either the translation sucked or was deliberately dumbed-down for kids playing because it is written very blandly. XD]) One of the images is the picture of Emil and Marta riding on a Simurgh.

Do you think Emil is actually enjoying himself? Looks to me more like he's hanging on for dear life? I know the ending cards are supposed to be silly because there's also one with Emil getting chomped on by an Axe Beak and I think these are more to make the audience smile at the end of the game than actually be interpreted as canon but... if they are diegetic, do you think Emil actually chose to ride like this or did he just almost fall off and Marta hasn't noticed yet? 2. In the image with Emil, Marta and the Fenrir, do you think the Fenrir is accurate to scale or exaggerated? There is an implication that these are drawn by the characters rather than photographs, so if they are drawn, who do you think drew the Simurgh picture above? If they're meant to be stylized but not representative of drawings, do you think Fenrirs are that big because if so, Richter didn't stand a chance. Fighting with a wolf that big is unfair, Emil! XD

3. In the following picture, Tenebrae is stealing food that it seems Emil was trying to offer to Marta. Tenebrae himself said that he absorbs mana naturally so that he doesn't have to eat and seems to consider that more sophisticated than how Emil chooses to get his mana (it's implied Emil could also survive without eating if he wanted to.) Why do you think Tenebrae is suddenly interested in eating? Do you think he's doing it to pass himself off as a weird dog at the festival or do you think he's doing it to bother Emil? Or something else entirely? He is called spiteful by Aqua a lot, so I think he might just be doing it to harass Emil. XD

Anyway, I know that's a lot of questions for someone without an account here and a lot of them are more about the art than the actual video, but yeah! I'm just wondering if you have opinions on some of these! I think if you want to answer, the submit box would work better since I don't think it has a character limit and the ask box has a limit to how much you can type. If not, you can still answer and type it up in sections of asks and I can slap them all together in response. Other than that, I think it's a cute fan video. My only real critique is that the images from the JP novels look a little out of place since they're black and white, but I know you can't really help that because that's how they were printed and that's how they're shown wherever you can get them online, and if a color-version exists, it's probably in an unreleased master file for the novel production. Still, it's a very nice selection of art! Better than a lot of the unsourced fanart piles I've seen in fanvids/VGMVs.

[pointedly-foolish]

as usual, click on the image for a higher quality

i’ve been listening to alot of j-pop lately...

i would like to earn the trophy of never being able to draw kaede consistently uwu

just messing around w composition 

oh btw, the lyrics are from hitchcock by yorushika. i’d put the link here but i’ll be shadowbanned by tumblr. just check it out! it’s rlly cool and the song slaps !

date: 26/06/20

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more thoughts about kaede in my au under the cut

- i feel like - after isolating herself in her room for long enough - and kaede has run out of tears to cry - she’d seek out her grandma and open up to her, allowing herself to ramble and vent while her grandmother comforts her - maybe comforting kaede with words, but just her being physically there and still here, still present, still alive, grounds kaede to a certain extent - idk i feel - an 11 year old child - would have a lot of questions, and confusions, regarding the circumstance around her father’s death, the heavy secrecy around his work as a hero, and how to move forwards - she would voice some of her anxieties, and kept others to herself - questions like:

why didn’t they ever tell kaede about her father’s job?

why wasn’t she told that he was a hero? was she not important enough? did they think she wasn’t mature enough to understand?

did they not trust her enough?

what would’ve happened if he had died some other way, while saving someone or in the line of duty? did she not matter enough to be told?

were they really going to keep her in the dark forever?

was it her fault that her father’s dead?

did she indirectly cause it? if she had reached him sooner, if she hadn’t gotten stuck in the elevator or gotten stopped by the heroes, would her father still be alive?

why did the heroes kill her father? how come they showed no hesitation?

wasn’t her father barnaby’s partner? didn’t they work well together? how come barnaby showed her father 0 mercy?

from all the interviews and shows they did together, it seemed like they both respected and cared for each other. so how come they ended up killing each other?

aren’t heroes supposed to be the good guys? can she and her family trust them, regardless? (she knows the answer is no)

what else will they do? they’ve come after her father, will they come after the rest of their family? will they target her? her grandmother? her uncle? (kaede can’t bear the thought of losing her grandmother or her uncle, the last family she has left. the only people she has left.)

will they keep pursuing them and not leaving anyone alive?

why won’t they give her her father back?

why have they faced 0 repercussions while her family are suffering? 

why is it that bad people prosper?

what should she do from now on?

everywhere she goes, everyone shuns her, so what should she do now?

where does she go?

it’s easier to pretend that everything is ok and to relive memories of happier times, but is it ok to do so? how should she move on and seek closure?

is it selfish to seek revenge?

- it’s easier to be in a state of apathy than to think about what’s really happened, but she knows she can’t stay this way forever - but she just feels so  - tired - and she feels so empty  - she just wants to find a patch of soft grass, lay down under the blue sky and the warm sun, and just sleep for… forever - it just - hurts - so much - it’s not that she’s suicidal, or that she wants to die - it’s just that she thinks it’s really hard to keep going  - in a strange parallel to her father, she is also able to disregard her own safety and her own environment pursue her vision of justice. 

the selflessness that has allowed to relentlessly seek revenge is the same kind of selflessness and lack of concern for the self that has allowed her father to save so many people.

[langdxn]

me and my friend were in the car last night listening to old panic! and lying is the most fun came on and we both got like the bright idea of a grunge michael imagine based around that song. you’re like the only person i knew of who could write something of the sort so i figured i would request it. I love all of your writing btw 🥺🥺

Fucking HELL this one has driven me insane ever since you sent it, I’m so sorry it’s taken so long for me to get back to you! I’m so glad you thought of me for this, I’m 100% an overgrown emo so this is my favourite request I’ve had so far — thank you so so much 🖤🖤🖤

On another note — if you’d like to see more of these, drop me an emo song and a Cody character/Cody himself and I’ll write you some fluff/angst/smut! 👀

Michael’s bedroom curtains twitched curiously, luckily not enough for you to notice as you sat in the passenger seat of some jock’s car parked outside your house. His breath caught in his throat watching Jason’s lips consume yours, Jason’s grubby hands snaking around your neck as he leaned over you, Jason’s hungry eyes devouring you.

You slept with your mom’s new houseguest the first week he came to stay, late night shots and one thing leading to another ended in Michael pinning you down on your bed, tearing off your best dress and pounding into you at such a furious pace you couldn’t contain screaming the house down. But that was then. Fleeting teenage desires only meant awkward silences as you passed in the hallway every morning, flashes of stolen glances at each other not knowing how the other felt.

Michael pictured pushing him out into traffic as the cacophony of crushing metal played a symphony, slitting his throat and dancing in the fountain of blood spewing from the wound, setting his despicable hands on fire and warming his coffee over the flames, extinguishing Jason’s very soul and erasing every atom of his existence.

Michael turned away in disgust, biting his lip to distract himself from the torture outside. Scrambling to find a CD to blast in the hope he wouldn’t hear the car’s impending suspension bouncing once Jason had his way with you. Plucking out an album and slotting it into his computer, the curt slam of the car door and your heels scurrying up the driveway prompted him to crank the speakers up. With any luck, you wouldn’t burst in on a teenage boy shutting himself away in his bedroom booming Panic! at the Disco.

The music couldn’t drown out your frantic footfalls as you raced up the stairs, tentatively pausing outside Michael’s room. You knocked determinedly, huffing slightly as he took his time responding.

Is it still me that makes you sweat?

The door swung open abruptly, Michael’s raging scowl greeting you on the other side. Bursting your way through, you slammed the door behind you and steamed toward him.

Am I who you think about in bed?

“What’s this about—�� Michael asked innocently before he was cut off by your lips, pulling him in for a searing kiss as you tangled your fingers in his blonde curls.

When the lights are dim and your hands are shaking as you slide off your dress?

“Nobody gets me but you, Michael,” you moaned against his lips as you tussled with his belt, yanking his zipper and releasing his black jeans to pool around his ankles. In turn, Michael instinctively scooped your dress over your head, whimpering softly as your lips left his.

“That’s my good girl,” he praised softly, tucking your hair behind your ear while he gazed into your eyes, losing himself all over again.

Then think of what you did and how I hope to God he was worth it

As you pressed a firm palm on his chest, Michael wrapped his arms around you as he tumbled back onto his bed, its frame creaking wearily beneath the weight of you both falling onto the sheets. Resting between his legs, you ghosted teasing fingertips over his inner thighs before settling at the base of his cock, slowly wrapping your fingers around his girth and casting a devious grin up at him.

When the lights are dim and your heart is racing as your fingers touch his skin

“What about that Jason dick out there?” Michael groaned through overwhelming anticipation, fingers threading into your hair as you licked a determined stripe all the way up his length.

I’ve got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch, a better fuck

“Fuck him,” you hummed with your lips hovering over his tip, soft breaths instigating a gentle keek of his hips.

Than any boy you’ll ever meet, sweetie, you had me

“I thought you already did, babe.”

Payback for that comment came swiftly as you parted your lips and swooped your head down onto his length, taking him to the back of your throat in one go.

Girl, I was it, look past the sweat, a better love deserving of exchanging body heat in the passenger seat

“Whoa—fuck, what was that for?” Michael’s hips bucked frantically, eyes wide and mouth even wider.

No, no, no, you know it will always just be me

“For implying there’s ever been anybody but you,” you snarked, wrapping your lips around his tip and sliding down his shaft slowly. Painfully slowly. Agonisingly slowly.

Let’s get these teen hearts beating faster, faster

That is, until his hands wrapped in your hair yanked you up to his face, leaving his tip with a pop. His azure blue irises pierced through yours, a newfound sadistic streak brought on by your teasing.

So testosterone boys and harlequin girls, will you dance to this beat and hold a lover close?

“I need to be inside you,” he hissed as his hips snapped to one side, flipping you over onto your back and your legs wrapped around his waist.

So, I guess we’re back to us, oh cameraman, swing the focus

Blazing steamy kisses in the crook of your neck as you fell against the pillow, a curious finger wandered with purpose across your thighs and ghosted over your dampened folds. “Tell me, who owns this?”

“You… you do,” you panted, desperately keening into his touch as his tip grazed your entrance.

In case I lost my train of thought, where was it that we last left off?

“And what’s my name, baby girl?”

“Daddy.”

Oh, now I do recall, we were just getting to the part

With a shit-eating grin and one swift curl of his hips, Michael poured every inch of his length through your soaking folds and seated himself fully in your cunt. The hollow sting in your guts reminded you just how deep he could reach inside you, the intoxicating burn of your walls welcoming the way he filled you, completely and utterly.

Where the shock sets in and the stomach acid finds a new way to make you get sick

Hands cupping his face to gaze into his eyes as Michael eagerly pumped into you, you moaned loudly and he threw his hand over your mouth.

I hope you didn’t expect to get all of the attention

“No no baby, stay quiet for daddy,” he pleaded, smoothly curling his hips to slip inside you without a sound but the faint orgasmic slapping of skin as his balls collided with your ass. “You don’t want your mom to hear us, do you?”

Now let’s not get selfish, did you really think I’d let you kill this chorus?

“You know my mom couldn’t care less what we do,” you chuckled against his palm, rutting your hips upwards demanding more tantalising friction.

Let’s get these teen hearts beating faster, faster

“We’ll find out about that first hand in a moment if you don’t shush for me,” he pressed his hand firmly to your lips, an eyebrow cocked curiously as he pistoned his length against your quivering walls.

So testosterone boys and harlequin girls, will you dance to this beat and hold a lover close?

Rolling your eyes, you conceded to his orders just this once. After all, if he continued his languid thrusts much longer, you’d be spilling all over his flushed cock in a matter of minutes.

Dance to this beat, dance to this beat, dance to this beat

“Michael?” You questioned lightly as he murmured a throwaway affirmation. “What would you have done if I’d fucked Jason?

I’ve got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch, a better fuck

“I’d burn him til there weren’t even ashes remaining,” he answered without hesitation, picking up the pace of his thrusts and revelling in the blissful arch of your back, pressing your chest intimately against his.

Than any boy you’ll ever meet, sweetie, you had me

You shot him a confused glance, answered with Michael’s lips swooping down to consume yours, tongue invading your mouth with fervour.

Girl, I was it, look past the sweat, a better love deserving of exchanging body heat in the passenger seat

As you surfaced for air, you could’ve sworn his baby blues bled into black for a split second.

No, no, no, you know it will always just be me

“You really mean that?” You smiled warmly, ankles digging into his thighs to draw him deeper into your cunt.

Let’s get these teen hearts beating faster, faster

“More than—than anything,” he panted as his eyes journeyed to the ceiling, feeling every fervent twitch of your walls crumbled around him. Delicate waves of arousal flowed freely inside you, introducing an obscene wet smacking sound accompanying his every stuttering motion.

So testosterone boys and harlequin girls, dance to this beat and hold a lover close

“Prove it,” you demanded as both hands wound around his neck with the last of your diminishing energy, vision clouding and blurring the flawless image of the blonde towering over you, arms propping himself up on the pillow either side of your hair.

Let’s get these teen hearts beating faster, faster. Let’s get these teen hearts beating faster.

“How can I do that?” Michael’s curiosity sparked a return to his frenetic pounding into your walls, a sensory onslaught helping you ride out your orgasm while he chased his.

“Cum inside me, daddy.”

[le-poofe]

Idk if this has been asked already, but how long does it take you to create a comic/art piece? And what is the order of the steps you go through? (Btw I love your art)

That’s a good question! I’m gonna use the most recent page as the example. I’ve talked a little bit about how long it takes, but I haven’t really explained my process. Heads up, this is pretty long! I could have just put in one panel’s process, but it’s more fun to show the whole page

1. The Sketch ~ 1-2 Hours

This can take a while for a number of reasons. A few factors could be business, tiredness, a lack of inspiration, creating too many options for myself, etc. But generally this part goes at a decent pace. I have a script that I follow loosely, where I’ve written dialogue and actions that seem good for what’s going on. I will spend more time on panels that I have a specific image in my head for. Those last two panels are much cleaner/more fleshed out than the previous four because I had a much better idea for how I wanted them to look.

2. The Lineart ~ 2-4 Hours

The lineart takes the longest, hands down. It’s the clean up, final changes/additions, and just making everything look all nice for the rest of the piece. This is where I spend like 5 minutes comparing facial expressions to see which one I like better, drawing another one, and then choosing the first one I drew. 

3. The Background ~ 30 minutes

The coloring is so much faster than the lineart. I will usually go slower here on purpose because I enjoy it, and it’s a relaxing break from the lineart. I just color right underneath the lineart, I don’t worry about anything looking messy under the character linearts because I know they’ll just be covered up. Typically, if I start the lineart in the afternoon, I’ll get to this point and stop for the evening.  

4. Flat Colors ~ 5 Minutes

This goes relatively fast as well. I take my time for the most part. It’s just tedious to select the lineart. I kind of color them differently. Sans gets his darkest colors first, and then I add light layers on top. With Grillby, I put on the lightest color for his shirt and the middle color for his flames (I use 3-4 colors for them). Doing that kinda helps me establish that Grillby is a light source and Sans is not.The color schemes are almost direct complements, and I do eventually add yellow to Grillby’s flames. It makes them contrast with each other, and is generally satisfying to look at imo. It also makes Sans’ colors somewhat analygous to his surroundings, because of the deep blues and reds. The purple does stand out, but not nearly as much as the bright orange. 

5. Finishing Grillby ~ 45 Minutes - 1 Hour

I have a general routine for adding Grillby’s details, which is why it goes quick. ((There will be a separate post on that process later)) It only takes that long because I have to do it for multiple panels per page. I’m sure this page was even shorter because it mostly featured incomplete shots of him. To finish his flames, I use an airbrush to add the reds, then I do the same with the yellows. I take the brightest yellow on the palette and use that for his freckles, eyes, and mouth ((if it’s open)). The last thing I do is color his lineart a dark red. His eyes are lined with a darker red to compensate for the glow I put over them, which makes the lines look faint and hard to see. For his shirt, I shade it with the lighter pink color, and then airbrush the darker pink on the areas that are further away from his flames.

6. Finishing Sans ~ 1 hour 

Sans definitely has a more drastic change than Grillby. Almost none of the original purple survives the overlay layers. I have two or three light layers on top of the flat colors. I use one of the colors that is from grillby’s color palette, it’s a slightly altered version of his flat orange. First I do hard lights, that don’t have their edges blurred. The top of his skull and those half circle shapes under his eye sockets are some of the most noticeable examples. Then I go over that layer with another overlay, but this time with an airbrush. I put it in the same areas, but it makes everything look softer. There’s one more overlay, which uses the dark purple of Sans’ shirt. It helps me to not make everything too light. On top of all three of those is a a Luminosity + Shade layer in the orange color to make the brightest spots pop.

7. Finishing Background Details ~ 15-20 Minutes

This is basically doing the same thing I did to Sans on the background. I use the same orange from Grillby’s color scheme and add light where it needs to go. I can be more lenient on details because it’s not the main focus of the page.

8. Adding the Glow ~ 5-10 Minutes

This is just me taking the orange light color and airbrushing it just above the background on a Lum + Shade layer. This goes under the layers that Sans and Grillby are lined and colored on. The next layer is the same as the last and goes over both figures. It acts as a final highlight to the lightest points of the two. Usually it’s the top of Sans’ skull, the tips of Grillby’s fingers, and the area around his mouth. Then I airbrush Sans and Grillby’s eyes in blue and orange respectively on a Lum + Shade Layer.

9. Text and Final Details ~ 20 - 30 Minutes

This is where I figure out where I want to place the dialogue, and add in anything I might have missed. In this case, I forgot to fully draw and shade Sans’ tears at the beginning. I slap my signature on and boom! All done!

I hope this was helpful! And sorry it’s super long 0v0;; If you need clarification on anything, feel free to ask!

[morninkim]

Favourite things about your gf go

GOD SHIT OKAY UMM

- anytime she responds to something with an enthusiastic "OKAY OKAY BUT!!" or like "YEAH, AND ALSO--" it's legitimately interesting to hear her thoughts and opinions on stuff even if I have no idea what she's talking about bc it's just NICE to listen to someone be as enthusiastic abt their interests, also she does this thing where she'll do a whisper yell and I like that a lot (this also goes for all my friends as well btw love ya'll uwu)

- that little pause of silence after I say something haha funnie after which she says something like "I can't stand you" or something along those lines

- there was this time where she was talking about an anime called Kaguya-sama Love is War, and she was saying how she wasn't that into it but the opening slapped and then me, her and phire watched a couple episodes and now it's a show the three of us fuckin LOVE and that shift between initial "eh" and final "OH MY GOD" was Very Good

- legit she's one of the first people to actually show me idol anime and like, maybe it's bc I'm just a massive simp and like her so much, but uuuhhhh that shit is SO FAR up my alley that it's a wonder I haven't gotten into it sooner (also add Pretty Cure to that as well, bc GOD I wanna watch Futari wa Pretty Cure after finding out how in love Cure Black and Cure White are like,,,,, UGH I wanna draw them)

- sometimes I send her funnie gay things just to see what her reaction will be and it's always a string of emojis or the funniest reaction image i've ever seen and I love that

- the fact that I'd been joking about simping for her for MONTHS and legit thought she knew bc LORDT I was not subtle but then finding out that she had NO IDEA like it's so funny but also I cannot blame her i've been through VERY SIMILAR circumstances and never thought shit so

- anyway all this to say she's sweet and cool and I like her a lot and if she reads this I'll die thanks x

[bad-research]

Card Suits

If you are like me, and by that I mean an adult child, you call card suits as follows: hearts, diamonds, clovers, and shovels. Believe it or not, the widely recognized suits of clubs, spades, diamonds, and hearts can be traced back to China (tbh I’m starting to think everything cool can) and have been around in their modern form since around 1480! BTW, the little symbols are called Pips and thats just adorable.

The first Chinese suited card deck had the Coins, Strings of Coins, Myriads of Strings, and Tens of Myriads. Old Chinese coins had holes in them so they could be strung together, and I think we should make that a thing again because it would make them much more convenient to carry.

As the Chinese traded with Central Asia, they also spread their cards. The Muslims adapted the Chinese suits just a bit. The Myriads of Coins became Cups because they were reading the character for Myriad upside-down. Also, the Tens of Myriads became the Swords because the Chinese symbol for ten looks kinda like a cross, and where there is a cross there must be swords.This left the suits as Coins, Clubs, Cups, and Swords.

Next our journey takes us to Europe, where the suits diverge into 4 types: Italian, Spanish, Portuguese, and an extinct archaic type. All of these types have the Coins, Clubs, Cups, and Swords, but because Europeans suck they refused to draw the swords and clubs the same. 

Northern Italians had curved swords and long baton-like clubs that intersected.

Southern Italians and Spanish used straight swords and knobbly clubs that only crossed in the three of clubs (because why not)

(Because Wikipedia is weird, they only have images of Spanish and Italian suits. I could have looked up other ones, but I didn’t want to.)

Portuguese suits are like the Spanish, but they intersect. Also, sometimes they put dragons on the Aces because they are cooler than everybody else. 

The Archaic system that Wikipedia referred to only as the Archaic System was like the Northern Italian but the swords curved in the other direction so only the tips touched and that is way cooler than the crossed swords.

Now we move into 15th Century Germany where everybody apparently wanted to be distinctly un-Latin so they made their own system that was completely different from the Latin so please don’t ask them about it. The Swiss-Germans came up with Shields, Roses, Acorns, and Bells. Now, I vote that we go back to this system, slap some dragons on them, and improve our card games because these symbols are just adorable. These were created around 1450

The Germans made a few changes and replaced the roses with hearts and the shields with leaves. This made them even more adorable and history should remember 15th century Germans as an adorable people.These were created around 1460

These were then adapted by the French into our modern Western Pips.They came up with the Hearts, Tiles, Clovers, and Pikes. We simply renamed some of these to Hearts, Diamonds, Clubs, and Spades, but it is worth noting DAD that I am not wrong when I call them Clovers I am simply being historically accurate and not making a mockery of our family poker tournaments! Oh, and the Clubs and Spades may have been carried over from Latin suits.

Moral of the story: if you ever can put a dragon on something, do it. History will remember you well. Also, historical Germans were adorable and just like the English language, our Pips are an odd mishmash of everybody else’s

Special thanks to @llamatheist​ for coming up with the idea for this post

[halitophobia]

Blind Eye - Two

Parings ⟶  OC x Hank’s Daughter! Reader (TEMPORARILY) , RK800! Connor x Hank’s Daughter! Reader (EVENTUALLY)

A/N ⟶ Thank you so, so much for the notes from the first chapter ! Btw, I’m really sorry this is a little late. I’m hoping for late weekly chapters? Every 10ish days or so...(I’ve gotten super busy, but I’m trying my best!)

Disclaimer ⟶ still don't own any characters from DBH

Warnings ⟶ swearing, violence, mentions of death, stubborn reader, stubborn Hank, spoilers...?, slow burn, sLoW bUrN, SLOW BURN, alcohol abuse (Hankster), angst, toxic relationship, eventual....fluff, happiness, cute stuff, flustered Connor, flustered Reader, all the gushy-ness, and ?????smut?????

Word Count ⟶ 3023

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 

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NOV 6th, 2038

AM 12:41:04

"Why'd you kill him?"

"What happened before you took that knife?"

     Pursing your lips and narrowing your eyes, you watch the HK400 through the one-way glass. Your arms are crossed, face still as marble except for the bouncing of your right leg.

"Anderson. Are you cold or having a muscle spasm."

     You blink, glancing down at the one and only Gavin Reed's hands leant on the desk, but as quickly as you do, your eyes are glued back to the window.

"Let's make a bet. Like the good ol' days, yeah?" that same sandpaper voice sounds again, making you frown.

"I say," he pauses, "they had a bromance. Carlos and Andy over here." he gestures to the android. "Carlos brings home this smokin' hot 'robette' babe wanting a steamy, squeaky threesome. Attic boy gets mad and," his right arm comes up, and he stabs the air while pulsing to a beat of 'nn-s, nn-s, nn-s...', "...kills'em." So many things I didn't miss about working here...

     That fowl scent of sweat, old leather, and cheese also known as Gavin wafts your way, and you do your best not to gag. I mean, does this hobo shower? Wash his hands after shitting? A loud bang draws your attention to Hank, who's clearly gotten frustrated.

"Fuck it. I'm outta here." he grumbles, entering the observation room seconds later.

     You slowly clap watching him scowl at you.

"I'm impressed, Pops. You really stated your ground in there." you nod, earning a chuckle from Gavin. "My turn." you smile, and scurry out of the room. You hear Hank's voice yelling at you to come back, but you're already halfway through the door to the interrogation room.

     The droid doesn't move an inch as you shut the door behind you. You grin, feeling a wave of déjà vu wash over you. You've done this plenty of times before. How hard can a life-sized moving Barbie doll be?

"Alright, you piece o' shit." you can physically sense your father slapping his face behind the glass.

"I'm gonna jump right into it, okay? Okay." you drop yourself into the chair across from it, leaning back and crossing your arms and legs. "I don't know how it works in your...command center up there, but you gotta tell us what happened."

     You watch it avoid your gaze. A painful silence dances around you, only to make your skin crawl with frustration. You swing your leg back over and let it drop below you. Your arms come onto the table and you lean down, to get into its view.

"Pssst. I'm not leaving until you spill." you whisper, staring into its eyes even though it doesn't return the contact. You push back abruptly and revert to a normal volume, "So we can just skip all this," you motion between the both of you, "and you can obey, like a good little bot."

     Immediately, you see the change of energy from the suspect. Your brows lift, amused at the reaction. "Oh? Not into the whole submissive thing? I can see you got mad there. If that's even possible."

     It shifts again, seeming to get more worked up. This is perfect, you just need to push it around. No better way to let off some steam.

"You wrote 'I AM ALIVE' on the wall, like a jewelled crown atop Ortiz's lifeless head. That's what he said to make you upset, right? You were quoting him? Because, well...I mean, how on earth could you think of that? You aren't capable of...thinking for yourself." you wait, and decide to amp it up. "For all we know, that man was innocent. Just enjoying his life, wanting...a friend? And you come along? To do what? To stab him."

     There's a warning knock from the other side of the glass. You brush it off and examine the android. Chest heaving, hands clenched and jaw rippling. The lips on its face quiver, words just waiting to break the dam. And without looking back, you chimmy-changa your way across the line.

"Twenty. Eight. Times."

     You hear the tapping once again, more urgent, but still, you ignore it. Can you shut up? You're a millisecond away from confession and they choose to cut you know? Your old man probably wants to slip in and take credit.

     You're brought back to your senses as you watch the scene in front of you. The battered automaton is now writhing under the chords which bolt is slowly lifting off the table. "Hey, hey, hey. No need to cause a scene. Suck it up, and tell me wh-" your vision goes black. Well fuck me...

     The second your sight leaves, it's back but doubled. Your forehead throbs, as if a pump were behind your eyes. That motherfucking thing head-butted you. You can't help the weight sloshing around your brain, making your head pound harder. You move to stand, but stumble into the wall behind you. Get. Up.

     You feel arms hook under yours, and start to get dragged towards the door. "Get off of me!" you snap.

     Your view seeps back into HD and you ignore the sting in your head. "I'm fine! Let me finish this!" your voice is a harsh growl, and you lash around in the person's grasp.

Who is this anyway?

     Then you smell it. Oh. Reed tightens his grip, practically lifting you from your waist, and before you know it, your dropped into a computer chair facing the interrogation room. Just as you start to collect yourself, another smack is planted on your skull.

Okay what the fuck.

"Ow."

     An ice pack falls off your shoulder and into your lap. Wow, do I get a massage too?

"Nice going, Y/N." Hank spits.

     You roll your eyes, pressing them into the ice pack. With your voice muffled, you reply with 'thank you'.

"No, I really mean it. You just jeopardized this whole cross-examination. You brought that thing near to self-destruction!"

     Your brain is hoola-hooping within your skull and this ancient dick lecturing you is just hollering encouragement.

"Y/N, take this seriously. You really fucked up." Gavin chimes in.

Oh give me a break.

     You groan loudly, hoping it'll make them stop. You really don't need this. You just need five quiet minutes, and you can go back in and get that confession. Easy-peasy.

"Earth to Y/N. You may have been bumped in there, but I know damn-well you can hear me." Hank aggressively taps your shoulder and the water in the pot just boils away.

"Shut up! Shut up, shut up, shut up!"

     You're fully turned around, eyes ablaze with fire. You're cooking both men alive from your eyes and the pain from your head disappears for a moment. A silent breath escapes your parted lips, and you almost whisper.

"Will you, shut up."

     The air is thick as fog. Your sight clogged with angry-exhaustion, their's with vigilance, for they now tread on very thin ice.

"My name is Conner, what about you. What's your name?"

You're. KIDDING.

     Spinning your chair right around, you're faced with an image of pure disaster. Sir Smiley-Bot is seated across from the HK400.

"You let the fucking android interrogate the fucking android!"

     It hasn't even been twenty minutes and for the second time, you're blood is racing around your body like a jet. Running circuits in and out of your shrinking heart. Does no one have common sense in this fucking facility?

"What do we have to lose, Y/N. You've already ruined a proper examination, what's so different in sending in the thing?"

     Hank's voice destroys every sense of calm in your veins. You're going fucking bonkers now. It's like they worship this brown-haired robot. Prancing around its steel feet, praying to the android gods above. You've come to a conclusion; you are officially the only sane human in this police division. Everyone's brains are being melted by the second and they'll all just become slaves for the androids. Yup, I’ve solved the case.

"Shh, shh, shut up. Listen." Gavin lays his hand on your right shoulder, which you quickly brush off.

"I was fucking breathing."

     He replies with a grimy finger to his lips, staring forward. You sulk in the chair, intertwining your fingers atop the desk. The ice pack is balanced on your head and you stare forward. King-Droid seems to be calming the defendant down. Seriously?

"I could have easily calmed the thing down, this isn't all that fantastic." you scoff, adjusting the cooling pack.

     Hank flicks your head in response. It sure shuts you up. I am getting favoured over a bottle cap. I leave for one year and all of Detroit's been fucked in the ass by Alexa, Google Home, and Cortana at the same time. This is absolute bullshit. Choosing these things? Over trusted humans? This is surely humanity's last stra-

"No!"

...come again?

"No, please don't do that!"

     All three of you are now leant toward the glass, your nose virtually pressed on it. All that stupid popcan had to do was threaten to probe its memory ooooh spooky!

"What..."

     A beautifully awkward sound of leather, wood, and the chair squeal in harmony as your trio incline forward again. If it weren't for the one-way glass, there would be three sources of breath in their own designated spots.

"What are they going to do to me?"

Baby bye, bye, bye, BYE BYE.

"They're going to destroy me, aren't they?" its voice is in a panicked hiss.

Ding ding ding! We have a winner!

"They're going to disassemble you to look for problems in your biocomponents. They have no choice if they want to understand what happened."

     This goes on for a little while, the honoured golem teetering between comfort and warning. You just watch soundlessly, intrigued for the outcome. Cold droplets trickle down your neckline, for the pack on your head had started to melt. You can't resist the urge to shiver, swiftly wiping away the excess water.

     Your attention is slowly dispersing and you're starting to lose interest. You notice your stomach grumble - right, you'd forgotten to eat before all of this. Come to think of it, you're starving. Your gut agrees and wails to you again.

"Shh!" Gavin jeers.

Oh please.

     You start to lift onto your feet, wanting to grab a snack, but are interrupted by a voice that has been heard to the very minimal. Seriously though, vending machine cashews would kill right about now...

"He tortured me everyday..."

     Your ass is stapled back into the chair, holding your tongue as its mouth finally starts to move. You listen intently, watching the emotions.

     You're amazed at how...real these androids look. This...suspect. Its..his eyes were saying something. His face held...pain. The way he says he was scared makes your breath falter. For a moment, you could really believe they're humans...with their own lives...own problems.

     But your eyes move to the annoying one and the funky lighted circle gives it away.

     Connor no, that hurt to say... asks more questions. And that's when you feel shivers crawl up your spine, vertebrae by vertebrae. The dark-skinned bot falls into a trance, speaking of ra9. Claiming it will save them all...that they'll no longer be slaves. You swallow hard, feeling regretful...and alarmed. You blink. You never know what these two could be doing in there.

"What if they're secretly communicating to each other? Through their...biocompo-nents...? you ask under your breath.

"As if. They can't mind...speak." the brunette scoffs behind you.

"Yeah? And how would you know." you bark back.

You're interrupted by Hank, smacking both of you.

The RK800 turns its head toward the mirror; harsh and precise. "I'm done."

     You jolt up. Goosebumps on your skin, hairs on your arms standing tall and attentive. That interrogation gave me the creeps...

     All three of you flood out the main door, heading to the one just a foot away. Officer Chris Miller tags along who you literally hadn’t noticed until he cleared his throat, preparing to move the aberrant. No...that's just weird to say. Suddenly, the room feels a lot smaller. Six of you is six too many.

"Chris, lock it up." Gavin commands gruffly. You notice how he eyes the RK800, the model obviously ignoring his warning.

     Officer Miller detatches it from the table, but it jerks from his grasp. Your eyes narrow and you lean against the door, feeling drowned from the new energy in the space. Like defusing a ticking bomb.

     Gavin interjects aggressively, hassling Chris to move it. You watch awkwardly as they struggle, both of them pulling completely opposite ways. You push off from the wall, starting to get impatient.

"You're making this harder than it has to be." you state, trying to get its attention.

     Gavin yells once again, only to get the same in return. Your childish ass chimes in, telling Reed to back down, and now it's just a trio of toddlers crying for their candy. You're telling the cheese-smelling douche to hold his temper, while he's bitching about being tired. Chris yells at both of you two shut up when you notice the thing across you grab the officer's gun.

Fuck.

      In less than a second, blue...blood has coloured the ceiling. The HK400 is crumpled on the floor, gun laying loosely amoung its fingertips. Nothing stirs in all six of you. Your lungs have paused, muscles and eyes too. Your gaze is cemented on the one now pressed to the ground. The eyes still and wide like any other human lying dead. It stares off into another realm, mouth frozen in time, halfway through an inhale.

     This is what you forgot about. This part of the job. This raw, ferocious beast that gnaws at your gut. Chewing, ripping, tearing your meat agonizingly slow. Always hungry, always eating away at you.

"Holy shit."

     You whip your head at your father, revolted that the same words escaped his mouth...at the same time.

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AM 1:34:48

     Gulping down two pills of ibuprofen, you stare at Hank talking with his plastic buddy. You're leant against his desk, fiddling around with his pens and sticky notes. You sigh as you feel someone slide up next to you.

"How've you been, fucker. You looked like shit walking into the building cuffed. 'Thought you were the one being arrested."

     The grey-eyed dickwad chuckles at his comment, anticipating your snarky retort.

"Reed, I'm not in the mood." you grumble, wiping your eyes with the underside of your fingers.

     You can sense his frown and disappointment. There's a small pause, but sure enough, he doesn't leave you alone.

"Another fight with Ben?"

Your stomach inverts and you feel the need to throw up. "Excuse me?"

     He raises his hands defensively. "Woah, woah. Just asking. You just always seem to be having problems with that guy."

"Where did you get this from, huh?" you threaten.

"Last time I saw you, you were whinging about him on the phone. You weren't being discrete."

     Sure...you weren't, but that doesn't mean he had the right to listen. He's a nosy, intrusive, grumpy old prick and you have never felt so disgusted in his presence.

"Stay out of my life, Reed. You have no right to ask me that. You have no right to assume things about me, and you have no right to be a...fucking asshole!"

"That last one isn't even-"

You slapped him.

     There's a sliver of regret, but your choler has clouded your mind. Do I have anger issues?

     Next thing you know, Hank is lecturing you about having manners, controlling your actions, thinking before you do, blah blah blah. You've heard this all before, it's like you're thirteen again, getting pestered at for feeding the dog your lasagna. Or cutting off that stupid girl's ponytail. She was a wicked shrew...

     Behind Hank, you catch Gavin start to snicker. Absolutely not. You push past the bearded man and start to pummel the brunette's chest. And I mean pummel. Beat. Punch. Slam. Not one giggle leaves his toxic mouth. Poppa tries to pry you off, but he gets an elbow to the nose. Respect your elders, am I right? All this anger...is barely even from Gavin's stupid words. This is the rage from the past two hours. Tonight has been hell. Trudging through disaster after disaster. It's all too much. Your gums start to ache due to the tightness of your jaw. Your hands begin to shake, each blow somehow impacting you. It's like you're just beating up yourself.

     A pair of arms wrap around your sore body, ripping you from your poor...punching bag. Gavin's face is already swelling. Black and blue covering his skin. Blood as the cherry on top. He's dead quiet now, breathing heavily as he lays on the ground. But then...you notice Hank on the ground too, blood spilling from his nose. If Hank's on the ground...then that means...

     You look down and see grey sleeves, detailed with black and silver. No, no, no, no...

"LET ME GO YOU CLUSTER OF RUSTY NAILS."

"I'm sorry, Detective Anderson, but you need to calm down before I can let you go."

I hate his voice, I hate his voice, I hate his voice...

"I'm calm." your voice like honey flowing over chocolate mousse.

     You drop every emotion in your face. All of your tensed muscles fall and you seep into its chest. Its arms fall from your torso. You wait a beat, then completely turn around.

You punch it square in the face.

     You watch in delight as its face snaps back. It stumbles, just once, which truly is enough for you. There's a burst of relieve and triumph, followed by a sting and numbness between your knuckles

Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, fuck. Fucking fuck. Okay, so worth it, though...

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