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wifediaries · 2 years

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‘Rosy Blog Chic’ Makes it’s comeback for Spring

What is Rosy Blog Chic? Take a deep dive to 2013-2014 with me, the era of Instagram filters (No, not the face ones-- the original presets on the editing tool) Ariana Grande’s Yours Truly album and its impact on fashion at the time, and OG tumblr core. As Spring rolls around, I feel myself reaching for the same pins on pinterest that I did back on Weheartit in 2014... and I’m ready to bring it all back.

The year is 2013, and you are sat in your bedroom watching Zoella on Youtube and painting your nails in a DIY manicure. Something about this era screams early girlhood, having fun and not caring if something is perfect, as long as it looks pretty. At the time, tumblr and Weheartit was alive with ‘rosy blogs’, and if you search hard enough-- the graveyards of abandoned blogs still remain untouched, like a time capsule of such treasured years, reaching its peak at 2014.

Where did the name ‘rosy blog’ come from?

No one knows. After many google searches, and coming up with nothing -- I can only assume it was coined from the huge insurgence in ‘rose gold’ at it’s time, florals and roses being featured in lots of rosy blog posts, and the ‘rosy’ warm, pinky filter that was laid over all the images to give it that classic look it was known for. These days, the aesthetic is more popularly claimed as ‘girly 2014 aesthetic’, ‘yours truly era’ or simply ‘2014 core’. As a long time girly girl, I am truly advocating to bring this style back. Here’s how.

FLORALS, FLORALS, FLORALS.

Taking a step back into this era, what better time to incorporate floral prints into your wardrobe that spring? Ditzy print, crowded florals on dresses and skirts and sunflower crop tops (Think old American Apparel) are the perfect ways to incorporate a Rosy chic back into your wardrobe. It’s girly, and can be worn super casually as these are not items that technically ever went out of fashion or became played out.

DOT, DOT, DOT...

Undeniably, polka dot was huge in this era. Something about it can be so youthful, whilst also carrying this timeless chic that is vaguely reminiscent of the 50′s/60′s (See Audrey Hepburn, or kitschy housewife aesthetic) A simple black and white will totally do the trick maybe with pearl accessories or ribbon embellishments but a pink and white polkadot is super adorable too!

WHAT BRANDS?

When looking back at the fashion of this era, a few brands stick out to me as being staples of their time. Thanks to early Ariana Grande, Wildfox became hugely popular-- especially in their knit pull overs, sweaters, and sunglasses. They were often pastel colours, donning some kind of cute cartoon print over the top such as a rainbow, or hearts. Another big brand that took over this time period would be American Apparel, and a quick search into ‘vintage American Apparel’ or selling sites would lead you exactly to what you need, the same goes for Vintage Victoria’s Secret PINK items -- however you might find some luck in their current resurgence of ‘Originals’ now being sold on the website. I recently copped some OG fold over leggings! For more girly, era relevant brands-- look into H&M, Brandy Melville, vintage Topshop, Hollister and Abercrombie for that classic girly girl look. Or, dig back into your closet and see if you kept anything from this era!

COLLAGE AND PIC EDITING GALORE

To truly encapsulate the way this era unfolded, try your hand at taking cute pictures and laying an warm-vanilla toned filter preset over the top. In this era, people would take pictures of just about anything cutesy-- think your cute tea mug, a girly phone case, your strawberries and nutella mid day snack, this could even consist of whatever show you’re watching on Netflix photographed on your laptop on some sweet bed covers -- the perfect hobby for a lazy day! If you want to take it that step further, collate these pictures into a bordered collage to really push that early-years-instagram aesthetic.

SO...WHAT SHOULD I WEAR?

To begin with outfits, there are a few staples I would look out for. When thinking Rosy Blog Chic, what springs to mind instantly is a bralet / crop top paired with a skater skirt. At first glance, this sounds totally out dated-- but to me, there is something so timeless about these kind of looks. This will be perfect as the weather warms up, but whilst its still cold, you can always pair it with a chunky knit cardigan and tights-- also staples of its time. Pumps, mary-janes, brogues and flats are all appropriate shoe choices for this look.

Another casual look that is less strictly 2014 would be an off the shoulder sweater, leggings / yoga pants, and a pair of ugg boots. This is more appropriate for colder days and definitely will give you an old school Victorias Secret model off duty look.

A common theme in this era of online photo’s was pyjamas! Again, perfect for a lazy day-- the girl behind the camera was often seen to be donning full length or shorts and a tshirt sleepwear in cute prints and colours. Whether it be VS classic stripes, polkadot/animal print, vintage Disney movie print, florals, it doesn’t matter as long as it’s cute.

To accessorize, bows were a huge deal. Whether its clipped to your pony, worn on your handbag or simply just there for decorating, oversized bows were one of the first trends Ariana Grande brought to the internet. The accessory portion of Rosy Blog Chic seemed to take a more classic, timeless and girly route that can often be seen in modern Coquette fashion today-- meaning ribbons, pearls, and lace to up the girly factor by 10.

Try your hand at home made manicures if you are currently giving your nails a rest from Acrylics or gels! Essie nail polish was at its peak during this era, as everyone seemed to be rocking natural length pale pink nails! I love long nails, and they were still super popular-- this is just for those who want to give their nails a rest.

Did I miss anything? Let me know! I hope to be seeing Rosy Blog Chic more and more this spring!

Mimi 💗

#rosy blog #2014 aesthetic #ariana grande #ariana grande yours truly #2014 ariana grande #fashion advice #fashion blog #pink aesthetic #girly aesthetic #fashion #mimis guide ♡#wsiw

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hazelthevixen · 3 months

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First time at a circus! + How summer has been so far

Woah! I've never been to a circus before ^w^ Yesterday it was my first time and boy was it amazing :D I went with a friend and there was alotta cool tricks happening :3 Though one of the girls who was doing the trapeze almost looked like she was about to fall and crash onto us and my friend and I was scared OvO; you know fight, flight, and freeze? well I went into flight and my friend went into freeze, but my friend froze at where I was about to flight, but maybe it wasn't so bad that her freezeness stopped me from getting up and dodging, cos luckily the trapeze artist didn't actually fall and was still performing, so brave :o then again I didn't feel like I was in control of my "flight mode", perhaps it was instinct? anywho, I don't think I could ever have the confidence to do that kinda thing because I have basophobia, these people are so brave it's amazing It was also very cool to see people from around the world, and the ring master was a very little buff guy, I think it was dwarfism. I think I had a friend who had that in school once ^w^ my friend was very sweet. the ringmaster was also a clown I think :3 he was a funny guy too ^w^ there was a funny clown girl aswell, she did a few songs :3 I was told that modern clowns don't have the traditional look anymore, I didn't realise that they don't do that anymore with the frilly necks and the honk-honk noses. I think that's kinda sad that, maybe it was seen too much as a "horror" thing.. wish horror didn't have to ruin clowns and kid friendly things all the time.. :< but hey maybe in the future we could bring back traditions and shine some light with the whole clown thing. instead of ruining clowns by making them horror, maybe they could be goofy and funny but in a wholesome way instead ^-^ and maybe they could be cute and sweet like the pastel rainbow and gentle looking ones you often see in little ones things :3 clowns don't have to be scary! Speaking of which, I really like The Amazing Digital Circus aswell :3 it's a really good show and I really look forward to see their future episodes too ^w^ Anyway I had a hotdog and onions at the circus, I never tried it with ketchup and mayo before but it actually went really well with the hotdog ^w^ I think I might try a hotdog like that again :3 normally I have it with bbq sauce so it's good I tried it differently this time today :D I'll definitely try a hotdog like that again ^-^ I also had some fanta orange (the uk one, apparently I heard fanta is different for the americans?) and I had some candyfloss, all during the show UwU I brought my spinny light up wand with me though it was dying out halfway through the show so I figured I should give it a new battery when I'm home or something. also fun fact, I found my blue spinning light up wand when I was at the funfair one time. They were selling white ones at the stand, but someone lost their blue one and never really came back for it :< so I decided to keep it and give it a home because it was still working and still in good condition when I got it, it's a shame someone lost their's tho. and I know they're not here to see this but don't worry it's in a good home now :3 I am proudly autistic and I love colourful lights and rainbow things, so I really like looking at the wand it's fascinating and pretty. I love all my toys ^-^ I have my toy box out so lately I've been thinking about having fun and playing with them soon as age regressing is very comforting to me, it gives me a second chance to have a better childhood this time :> Sadly there hasn't been enough hot days this summer, but we did have a few! few weeks ago I was enjoying a very beachy weekend and I had lots of fun paddling in the sea and in the rockpools, I saw a starfish and even a whole school of fish that were swimming together all at the same time, it was amazing ^w^ they were little skinny fishes, some of them were tryna dig under the sand and I noticed they stick their tails out and I had a wee giggle when I petted their tails that were still sticking out XD I was like helloo I still see your tails lol, some of em either got lazy or played ded while some fully buried after that lol, cute wee things X3 as for the starfish, some of my friends will notice that i shared pictures of them in the furry pack which is my discord server :D I found it peeking under seaweed in a very shallow rockpool so i helped move it to a deeper rockpool with more water to help it survive :3 in one of my beach days, I found a very tired honeybee that was having trouble flying, so I packed it up in a spare tissue and asked the nice peeps at the hotdog stand for a doggy bag, they gave a disposable coffee cup which will do! I was greatful for their help so I put the tired honeybee in there so that I can take it home and give it sugared water and maybe some honey. I'm a modern day hippie, I've rescued bees and took care of a bumblebee before. me and the bumblebee use to chill and eat honey together, I think me and bees both have some things in common: we're always busy, we love flowers and sweet food, and we're all fuzzy 'n' cute! I love bees, but I'm afraid of them, especially when they fly :< but I'd never kill them cos I still like them and appreciate what they do for us. I think it's their stingers that scare me most, but I don't think I get stung by them as I'm a cautious person who likes to step out their way when they fly. but they always go up to me cos they think I'm a flower XD one time I got scared by a bumblebee at the beach this year, I was tryna turn around to run off while I was paddling in the water, and the bee bumped into my head and we both got scared and ran off XDD well the bee flew off but you get what I mean! it was scary at the time but looking back on it now it was pretty funny lol X3 Anywho, back to the honeybee I was talking about. I knew I was gonna be at the beach for a while, so I picked some clover flowers to give to the bee so I can help keep it going for the journey, but sadly when I checked on it, it had already passed away :c r.i.p lil guy, sorry I couldn't save ya :< but at least I did what I could, maybe they passed of old age. bugs don't really live that long.. Ú.Ù I updated the peeps at the food stand and asked if we could recycle the coffee cup (I don't drink coffee btw), I also said thanks again because they also did what they could to help me with rescuing the bee. bees are an important part of the environment so it's important to care for them aswell as the environment. if you see a tired bee on the path, blow on it let it know to fly to a safer place where it wont get stepped on. sometimes I give it a gentle nudge with a leaf if it's extra tired, though if it can't fly well it might be a good idea to care for it, or take it to a safe naturey area with lots of flowers. though I would definitely recommend nursing it back to health especially There was also planes making colours in the sky when I was at the beach in the water, it was super pretty ^-^ I can be at the beach all day playing in the water X3 it's fun! before I catch the bus, I like to get an ice cream on the way home :3 they always sell really cool candies at ice cream shops, I love to buy some at times ^-^ we also get really cool flavours of ice cream here, I love bubblegum flavour ice cream! I also like irn bru ice cream aswell as turkish delight and white choccy flavour, yum! ^w^ I like to get 2 scoops of a different flavour in each one, though it can be hard to pick when there's so many delicious flavours to try <X3 I like alotta things :3 luckily the bus stop has lots of cool benches so I get to enjoy an ice cream while I wait for the bus home which is nice too ^-^ I like passing by the old castle with the highland cows and shetland ponies as I go home, it looks cool and Scotland needs more of that going on here :3 I uh..ran outta things to talk about.. ^-^; hope you liked the journal! :3

Please be nice when commenting! I refuse to be criticised so please accept that. If you're gonna be mean, don't say anything at all. Thankies for checking out my post! Meep meep! ヽ(◕ヮ◕)ﾉ I'm on other places too! ^-^

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crow-caller · 2 years

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Top fav/east fav pokemon designs in scarlet/violet.

Over more than an hour later this is more ‘crow comments on almost every new pokemon, oops’. I am passionate about cool designs... I didn’t mean to come for bogleech’s throne!

Under spoiler tag because I was lucky to play without having been spoiled on ANY of them and I want to keep that experience, total spoilers ahead.....

I was so annoyed the cute grass kitty immediatly became bipedal, but I really do dig the whole line, even the last one. The base is SO cute I LOVE kitty and being a sort of bandit and then a magician is cool. Especially enjoy how the final form is bipedal but not THAT humanoid- it’s a neutral body rather than being uncomfortably curvy or gendered. Also as I look at it: final form kinda is a lot like how I draw my eye deers in terms of “fluffy pastel body, long skinny darker legs”

hate

I’m so sorry they did this to the duck. I’M SO SORRY. the duck was cute and then the middle is ugly and the final.... in battle usually the tail is extended and it’s obviously a ‘festivale’ thing, but it’s so unsettling. I hate how human it is, it’s dancing.... I hate this creature and for it to be a STARTER feels so unfair. who okay’d it.

I always loved dunspace as a kid playing gold silver, even tho it was useless. It was so mystifying looking and... odd. It was the pokemon that really most felt like a cryptic mystery of a being, you know? Like what the hell IS it? I’ve learned since it’s like... Tsuchinoko, maybe. But for it to FINALLY have an evolution that is almost entirely identical is really funny to me. Yep. That sure is just dunsparce. I mean. Dudunsparce. It’d have been cool for him to suddenly be a giant badass snake monster but this is better

Okay two off: TaROUNtula is adorbs and his evolution sucks. a little yarn ball spider with a kinda dopey face is really cute and then he turns into... way too dude shaped and really unappealing. He doesn’t look much like his pre-form and loses all the charm. A spider with a spindle it uses to make traps is great but why this??

Dolliv is super super cute. I love the many grass and bug pokemon that are just ‘cute girls’. I don’t like humanoid pokemon, but a lot of them are more stylised human than bordering on uncanny, and they look cute and fun. Dolliv works with her theme perfectly and is extremely cute. But man I was really REALLY happy to see Arboliva !! She’s funky and stylish in a different way. Sure, we could have another Tsureena line, where the end is basically a plant ginjinka gal, but while still hhumanoid Arboliva is way funkier. She usually is in a wreath shape too to better show off her design. I love her colour pallete too. She feels like something I’d make....

He..............

how can you not love this little face. His weird metal collar and his funky arms that he usually stows. Those eyes tho. He’s so cute and simple.

I wouldn’t normally like anything about this design. Like, it’s fine, but very very simple and nothing screams pokemon about it. But extra shoutout: they are VERY funny. The names are both great (Maushold is one of the few times I sensibly chuckle at a pun name) and the fact they almost always evolve when you’re not looking- and their evolution is having children- is great. I was worried it was a glitch but I hope (and believe) it’s on purpose. You one day look and OH SHIT! THEY HAD CHILDREN. I thought I’d gone insane for a moment and missed it, 10/10 experience I carried this couple in my bag and they gave birth without telling me

I know birds are... hard. because they’re birds. But what is WRONg with the birds this gen? I don’t despise any of them, but they’re the most Bird Birds I’ve ever seen. The flamingo is litterally a flamingo full stop. The stork is mostly a stork, the weird flesh sack it carries creeps me out and without it it’s. Just A Stork?! Wattrel as a seabird is Fine as a first evolution, but it’s evolve really bores me. And Squawkabilly is a nice pun and most pokemon looking, but still very plain. He has four plumages and yet who will care? He also so clearly needs an evolution to lean harder on the theme.

Hehe........ crab. I love giant enemy crab. He’s very charming. Eeriely robotic. The idea of him as an ambush predator is cool, I wish in game he actually WOULD blend in and strike you!

I didn’t like the first evo at all but he’s here for context, because once I evolved him I was enamoured. Just like minecraft......... but really, a blocky, salt construct is cool. I love his colours on the evo while the middle stage looks like a sweet little dude.

his mini pic isn’t the best, so here’s him better. Not normally my type of poke at ALL but she’s just really charming to me. Big blocks. Love the sediment layer ombre.

His little image isn’t very clear. This rock/poison flower.... what is he? A crystal that looks like a flower but isn’t. I really don’t know what is the inspiration beyond just ‘crystal-ish flower’, but he looks both very futuristic and like some prehistoric plant! The strange little eyes and the transparent cone at the front add to the mystery.

I don’t think I LIKE Shroodle but it’s hard to hate those empty eyes. I raised one for ages because I HAD to know what he was. A crocodile of some sort was my bet. Apparently it’s a ‘mouse’ which is then more confusing when it turns into a monkey. I think on reflection he might be designed on a spray paint can... his evo is a grafiti monkey, and he has a long shiny body with a black cap, with a tuft of paintbrush like hair! but he’s def not a monkey.

Grafaiai tho is a very cool design. I hate monkeys and apes but a lemur can stay, it has a cool design and colors and I really enjoy the wide glossy eyes.

this one was just an insant win for most everyone. Bread dog! And then he gets BAKED! he’s really cute and I definitely called he’d be a dash-bun before he evolved

This old ass dog....... it’s not just that he has a very endearing story role but that helps. He’s nothing really too special, but he has such sweet eyes and really captures the feeling of a fking old ass dog....... like this is a dog that was MADE to lay on the living room floor for hours and grumble in his sleep!!

I hate gimmighoul!!!!!! AAA!!! No, seriously, what is up with this guy? Without the chest it looks like... a sentai...? I’ve never been a fan in gen of power rangers or super sentai designs anyways but it’s my best guess for what this bastard is. The base version vaguely also makes me think cockroach, but sadly needs to be 300% more cockroach. The chest version would be fun- pokemon has mimics but not the classic treasure chest!- except... he keeps poking his stupid head out, which doesn’t at all bring to mind a mimic! The chest form is indeed just the bastard in a box, no unique changes.

THEN THE EVOLUTION.... who the hell is this roadside used car lot advertising man and why does he make me look for so many of his stupid children to earn the right to hate him? This design is so confusing for me. What is he? Bad. His pokedex entry tells me he’s 1000 stacked coins but looks more like a bullet.

god he does resemble like a 90s ad campaign to appeal to the youth and get them to stop smoking huh. But really, for the amount of annoying effort and time it takes to get him, he is not worth it at all. Horrendous thing. Stupid thing. AAA. aaa.

Seriously, I never liked gimmeghoul but I definitely imagined a fitting final form would be way bigger on the ‘treasure’ theme. He has a chest form and you collect coins- imagine if he was a riff on a treasure hoard instead! A long serpant busting through a treasure box covered in coins, a mimic who hides as a great hoard barely poking out, a centipede with coins as armor....

Okay, I played violet, so the past pokemon I didn’t get to see. On beating the main story I decided to look finally at the full dex so I could see all the version exclusives. I quite enjoy them, and while I liked violet’s designs old pokemon exclusives/legend more the ancient pokemon are nicer than the robots.. because the robots gimmick is continously the same ‘a pokemon but robot’.

This jigglypuff is very funny to me. She’s kinda just a joke of ‘cute jigglypuff but with little fangs’ but I can’t resist her charms.

Also^ I think pokemon doesn’t know how long ONE BILLION YEARS is.

Admittedly she’s a very plain riff on misdreveous, but I’ve always liked misdreaveous and she looks neat. I like her spikes, not sure why she has one green wing arm. It’s nice the pearl necklace evolved early imao

1. what is a PTEROSAUR in the context of pokemon???

2. how could this EVER look like a PTEROSAUR

Volcarona is such a lovely pretty moth, and this version is super cool. I love how they tweaked with her regular features and made her so similar but so new. It’s just a SUPER cool bug and I really really love her

they need to stop doing this to my boy

what is this

So salamance might be my fav pokemon ever by childhood bias: Ruby was a very dear game and I raised a salamance from a bagon up to level 100! Then I kept the same salamance and transferred him between games, up to Platinum. I love that weird, fat dragon.... he’s a popular pokemon, so has had a lot of extra forms, and they all suck

No, seriously!

Boy. baby boy.

evil.

Salamance is a brightly coloured (but teal and pale red not the godawful tones of his mega) fat dragon. I keep saying fat but someone has to remind Pokemon. He’s a big and solid boy, but mega evo takes away that (and his arms) and makes him this super tacky bizarre monstrocity. Now we have Roaring Moon....

What is this? The idea of a feathery funky salamance is great, I appreciate even it resembles the mega evolution since gimicks are lately just one generation then forgotten. But his body shape and colors are so odd and messy. He looks really thrown together with a few basic good ideas that are completely not working!

TREAT SALAMANCE BETTER

I have really no strong feelings on the robot pokemon, meanwhile. They... look cool enough, ish. They’re robots that look like other pokemon. The designs really don’t do anything crazy interesting though, even tho they make changes it’s nothing radical. I only put Iron Hands here because I want you to know in a lore book you can find, it’s said Iron Hands is maybe a cyborg, not a pokemon, and might have a living person in there somehow. That weirds me out.

I definitely do wish the techno future pokemon did more though! Instead of just being ‘robot very similar to other pokemon’, it feels we’re missing out on ‘more evolved’ versions of pokemon or robot-flesh mixes. My immediate pitch for a more evolved (in IRL biology) pokemon from the future? An extremely fierce magicarp that has finally become strong! Or a bagon that has skipped needing to be salamance and has adapted wings of its own! There’s so much potential to look at odd pokemon and imagine how they might adapt over years of natural evolution. You also could do robo-flesh hybrids as said, where I have no exact ideas but something like... A combee that has adapted to work with nanorobots in a swarm? Hell, put magicarp in a mechasuit and say in the future magicarp has learned to psychically build mecha suits. Why not.

okay, she’s pretty cool tho. I def like to see gardevoir/gallade fusion one, who def makes the most bold changes to the design too (well, I guess iron treads is nothing like donaphan REALLY, but...). Haters gonna hate her nonbinary girl swag. Glad to see in the far future we’ve finally ended gender. Etc etc.

The ruinous legends are super, super cool designs. All of them are some of the TOP creature designs I’ve seen in ages tbh. I haven’t gotten in game to unlocking them or looked if they have lore (I hope there’s a lot of lore, mysterious ruinous beads sealed by ominous swords and giant doors is sick but I want more). Each is based on a cursed object that is so full of a negative emotion it has become tied to a pokemon and sealed away. GREAT STUFF.

Anyways, love this totemic beast and the big ancient cracked blood sacrifice bowl on their head. And yes, it’s totally a blood sacrifice pokemon: it’s linked to fear, as the bowl was said to have been used in ancient rituals and evoked such strong fear it became a horrible creature.

This guy minus the sword would fit in pretty well as a regular pokemon, admittedly. I find her colours really pleasing. The sword adds a bit more of that ‘legendary’ flair but does look a bit awkward impaled like that. But no, I really enjoy him.

OMG OMG OMG! AAA!!!! LOOK!!!!!

I am not a slug person (I am actually terrified of slugs irl) but. I loveeee this design. It’s clever (look at the both eyestalks and the false lead face) and extremely themeatic, with a great colour pallette. This thing screams spooky nature spirit in every way.

Though my least fav I felt I should throw in all four special legends. Plus, nothing about them is bad. I find the eyes rather awkward but they do invoke a bulged eyed goldfish. All four legends are based on cursed objects, so this feels like an okay way to add the beads to the fish... but not my fav. I do enjoy tho his patterns on his body. They’re just very stylish.

The box legends... are okay in their battle forms. I didn’t expect to really like them, but the writing is good and I really loved my robot motorcycle dragon by the end.

they’re far more appealing and charming to me in their ‘low power’ mode, which is what they are for most of the game. It’s nice to go ‘oho! badass battle time!’ but, meh. The more animal funky little guy form who loves sandwiches is better.

She’s a bit funny looking but really nice. She’s a cute little... something. I again am fine with human shaped pokemon when they’re still monsters, not people, not overly sexy people. Her middle stage is really cute to me as a sort of little knight, and then her last stage gives her adorable hair and a giant hammer. Classic design trope, but I love it! She’s cute and small but extremely strong and fun. I enjoy that her pokedex entry tells us she’s a BANDIT, not a blacksmith-knight.

The version exclusive branching knight evolve really feels like it should have been in sword shield, huh? But even tho it’s not normally the type I like... I am not immune to cool cursed knight with violet flames. he’s edgy and cool and fun, and I think perfectly balances between simplicity and very detailed- his design doesn’t look cluttered to me at all despite how complex it is!

hehe toadscool

I was so psyched to see him on my radar and go ‘is that a fckin tentacool with two silly legs’ and it was. These guys really as just fun to watch move. Toescruel hops! I’m not sure there’s much that exciting about them, but that’s okay. They’re simply and funny

god..... he’s perfect.................................................................

honestly, I was never a wooper fan and I’m still not, but this one is 100% better than quaqsire. he’s better than most things.

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sorry i wound up talking about like all of them. I really like most of them, even the ones I skipped

#pokemon #scarlet violet #pokemon violet #pokemon SV #pokemon spoilers #pokemon SV spoilers

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robo-milky · 2 years

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[Vent: This will be my last update about my wrists! Thank you for those who took the time to read and/or sent “get-well-soon”s- It does mean a lot! Anything relating to more personal issues can be very taxing to read or “not what I signed up for” and that’s perfectly valid!! In the end, we are strangers on the web ^^ Feels like the more I post updates or anything— it feels very attention seeking— so I want to make this a good send off. I might update/edit the log if anything comes up.]

A little bit about why the sudden change in art style

Acknowledgements: There are bigger issues in the world, there are threatening crises and positions people face that could be physically/and or emotionally damaging. My condition isn’t chronic, but for those who have do have life-long issues— my heart really goes out to them; I’ve only been through the tip of the iceberg of what they might have been through.

It’s hypocritical of me to make posts about having to recover/exhausting myself from writing/drawing, yet I still draw anyways. I guess I wanted to end this off comically— making silly memes or inside jokes with friends definitely lifted my mood. (Edit: I can’t type (on a keyboard)/write, but you know what I can do? Text.)

Having to do art in school and outside is not great for recovery (if I want both my wrists back to normal) but I compulsively draw anyways- I think it’s probably because I’m aiming for an art school, I’m scared of ever stopping and getting rusty with art again. While it’s true that a lot of art is really boiled down to how well you can break down concepts and memorizing the technical knowledge, it took me years to finally develop a hand that could draw clean lines and hold things steadily.

Compared to Summer 2022, I definitely recovered much more and made a lot of progress. I didn’t have to eat painkillers every single day, I didn’t have to rely on wrist splints, I can hold a half-filled mug with one hand, and so much more. I’d say the conditions of my wrists is tolerable; it still hinders me when I try to open doorknobs, but I’ll take whatever accomplishments I can get.

It wasn’t until finally seeing a physiotherapist, after god knows how long (Please- I grew up in a traditionally Chinese family that doesn’t believe in western medicines ;;), I was diagnosed with early osteoarthritis on my left wrist. Even though only one wrist is diagnosed, I have difficulties moving both my wrists, and according to my X-ray back in September 2022, the bones in both my wrist have narrowed from a lack of use. I’m kinda baffled because you’d think it’d be my dominant hand, the hand I use everyday and stress out, would be diagnosed. I’m told that I’ll need an MRI for my left, so hopefully nothing goes too wrong.

I love drawing, fanart or original— for myself or others. I don’t think it’s something I can ever stop? Maybe I’ve gotten on a high now that I’ve recovered bit by bit, and having gotten out of art block for months helped too. I can’t help but feel like part of my art block is because of my wrists. Even when my wrists were not as bad, I still couldn’t find the motivation to do line art. Maybe my current development in art isn’t actually laziness but just how my wrists have subconsciously been affecting my performance. When I looked back on my old art, I truly loved line art, rendering, having to press hard with pencil crayons to blend, oil pastels— I really did enjoy them.

If I ever drew gifts/requests/others for you, I want to say that I opened them because I wanted to— I knew what I was signing up for. Heck— when I did them— I did them on a good day.

* Am I ever going to take a break? I’ll be honest- probably not. Plus- the watercolour mimic style let’s me draw looser lines and with the colouring? I don’t have to worry about pen pressure or pressing hard- But I’ll try?? I might try to see if I can dig up any older art of mine that still holds up to my standards.

With school, I always feel like I have to take on extra jobs and volunteer to help out in areas that are within my field. I’ve also contemplated telling or broadcasting my needs to others because I’m always scared they’ll think I’m “being dramatic” or “faking it”. I’m also scared that the one time I ask for help to do a “simple” task, my peers will start questioning my recovery. I can’t describe how shameful it feels to not be able to help out a friend if they want to move a desk or even with chores. Maybe it’s me self projecting, but I always feel like if I can’t help someone, I’d be selfish.

Since I can never truly articulate my experiences and thoughts in person (cause I’d forget details or cut out too much because I feel rushed), I’ll be using this to send out ^^

If you *actually* read all of this- thank you and please don’t think too much of it! I don’t want this post to be the reason someone’s mood gets drained— so I drew the cat maid instead of putting my usual reaction images. I hope my attempt at humour came through?? But at what cost…

#my art #meowing 🌸#vent art #vent #personal vent #cw vent #vent post

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justgleekout · 2 years

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The weather is insanely hot where I live, so I was imagining what our boys would be doing in those circumstances.. hence, hammock cuddles 😌

#glee #klaine #kurt hummel #blaine anderson #glee fanart #klaine fanart #my art #oh how I love them #happy and in love #summer!klaine might be my favourite klaine #I am digging these pastel colours I did #if I say so myself #THEY ARE SO HAPPY #let me love them til I die please

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lemonprick · 4 years

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thoughts on raya and the last dragon

i watched the film last night and stayed up just a lil bit to type up notes so excuse any spelling. critiques not in chronological order and also i watched it without subtitles so i had to look up the names on wikipedia

holy crap i love this whip-sword it’s awesome and so beautifully done

twist would be much more powerful if raya and namaari were shown to have a stronger emotional bond despite their nations having icy relations (and not just having met for what, one day?)

kinda confused as to what the characterisation of younger raya was set up for? her enthusiasm for war is juxtaposed with her father’s peaceful beliefs and 6 years later this doesn’t get addressed as much, although one could say her going after the fang girl was the triumph of her ‘war’ side

sisu’s design (and all the dragons really) irks me in that it’s too human- besides the pastel colours which i absolutely abhor (there’s not really any contrast, is there), the fact that they’re ancient creatures, having lived 500 years ago and are literally magic, why do they have to look like humans?? i hate it when in fantastical worldbuilding human features are given to species that absolutely do not need them

i for one am mad that the concept design which had black outlining the eyes and mouth and gold on the gill things wasn’t used, and it looked perfect for a water dragon with its very koi-like patterns

but for what it’s worth, props for steering clear of western dragon anatomy! asian dragons tend to be more snake-like rather than lizard-y and so the gratuitous shots of sisu snaking through the sky made me appreciate her design a little bit more

holy crap i love this whip-sword

the function of the gems confuses me: since sisu is shown to still have powers despite being away from the gems, why are they important except for warding off the druun? since the twist was realising the pieces had to combined and they had sought to collect the gem pieces before sisu ‘died’, what was their goal??

there’s a surprising amount of fight choreography for a disney movie, and it’s actually cool? like it’s amazing with the weapons, but when they both dropped their weapons and just went at each other with nothing but pure hand-to-hand combat I was so happy

love the parallel between the crossbow pointing at sisu and the sword triggering the crossbow

the whip sword is awesome

lowkey thought the blue stone in the dragon pendant was gonna be the last piece of the gem that namaari didn’t even know she owned à la over the moon but was pleasantly surprised they didn’t stick with that!

the huge guy with the baby is best duo

the hatred on raya’s face when she stormed into the palace was amazing and the fight that ensued had some really cool lighting holy-

can’t believe I'm saying this since I went in this movie unusually happy it doesn’t promise any romance, but the tension between raya and namaari and especially the fight scenes? unparalleled- take that what you will but between Raya’s sword and Namaari’s double blades, something is indeed going on

finally! a final fight where the side characters actually helped in the battle! bonus points for raya to realise what they were doing was more important and heroic than what she was at that moment

her distrust for namaari was what triggered the crossbow and her realising taking the first step to trust was the only way to lead the others to do the same...!! just wished she’d shown a bit more guilt or remorse at being partially responsible for sisu’s death

Not me gushing over the rain running down the stone statues and gradually falling away to reveal them still being alive because the textures

why oh why did the other dragons have to be back?? at first I thought raya’s naïveté at dragons being the only solution to peace was gonna be her lesson, that dragons don’t magically make the world better and you can’t bring peace without initiating it yourself- which kinda turned out to be true, she did save the world by initiating trust, so why are the other dragons back?? if the first magic didn’t save them, why did the second?? biggest criticism of the film so far (edit: comments have suggested raya and co. putting their trust in the dragon’s magic was what brought the dragons back, which, fair enough. but alas my desire for the dragons to remain stone still stands)

the whip sword

i pedantically have an issue with the ending boat scenes that concluded one adventure after the other- this director loves offscreen dialogue over a wide shot of the boat, which is fine BUT the dialogue always starts way too early and the volume never lowers to a suitable distance and it’s annoying me

some lines do seem to start too early, before the visuals cut to the next shot, without letting the scene breathe but maybe that’s just my lagging

there are some places where the split screens and special effects don’t serve the scene all that well and are only there to look cool (which on its own is a good enough reason but cmon disney!) like the beginning fight where there’s a really short shot of a split screen of raya and her dad, where her dad’s screen enters when he utters one line of dialogue before sliding out of frame. a lot of times this feels too videogame-y instead of a film

overall, this is a story that could’ve been told by anyone, but ultimately in its execution this movie is undoubtedly very disney. i have this nagging feeling that if this were made by some other studio, raya’s inner conflict of saving her dad rather than saving her world would have been focused on a lot more instead of the dragon stuff

and also, the fact that saving her dad = saving the world (it practically requires the same steps: retrieve the gems, un-stone everyone) really doesn’t drive the conflict between raya’s personal goal and the ‘right’ thing to do

to me, disney movies have a very general and surface level message that’s applicable to all ages and they package it very well in cool animation, good music and quality voice acting; it stops there at the thematic elements, however, and doesn’t go deeper than that.

raya’s desire for vengeance is very quickly resolved upon her facing the demon-things and realising she needs to trust, thus righting her priorities cleanly and swiftly. but raya stands out from other princesses in that she believes the world is broken, having being broken herself, and no longer has hope in the world- her quest is to solely bring her dad back.

this I feel like could have been touched on and explored in really cool ways, but it didn’t, which was what I expected anyways. disney has perfected their formula for safe, generally good movies, and doesn’t even try to dig deeper into the stories they choose to tell, which is an absolute shame because this is such a cool concept!

can’t you tell i love the whip sword

#raya and the last dragon #raya #girls with swords

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writerman · 3 years

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Consider this; what should your next hair color be?? Should you try digging a hole with a spoon? Should you eat a teaspoon of matcha powder? When did you last organize your closets? Where would you put a fake skeleton? Is orange/purple/green the better Halloween color??

Hm, well I had planned on dying my hair black soon. I don't know if I care much about my hair these days though.

For the last time I am not going to eat a spoon of matcha powder lmao stop trying to convince me!!

The fake skeleton would go where all the real bones and skeletons we have, in the living room for guest to view when we allow people to actually visit.

a mix of orange, purple and green are the best Halloween colours, but I do like the idea of pastel colours for halloween too.

Also, digging me? No, I will get someone else to do that for me and not with a spoon, and organising closets is for when I truly and utterly have nothing to do and I need to thin out my wardrobe.

#you are the best #a shining clown star in a clown sky

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hello i recently saw a post about sugar daddy kenma and i immediately thought like cld u write an angst (w good ending maybe?) w sugar daddy kenma but he actually falls in love w the reader but thinks she's just there for the money bc obviously she's a sugar baby and her being in love w kenma but thinks o well he probably has other sugar babies so it doesn't mean anything if that makes sense ckfmsk

— 11:11; oneshot

a/n: this one was actually so fun to write, but it took me maybe more than 6 hours to write and it’s currently 6 am aha (っ˘̩╭╮˘̩)っ anyways, i hope you enjoy this as much as i enjoyed writing it ♡ this also became over the word limit for our scenarios so i made it into a oneshot whoops

➳ request: kenma is y/n’s sugar daddy who falls in love with her + angst

➳ characters: sugar daddy!kenma x sugar baby f!reader

➳ word count: 3.4k

➳ warnings: daddy kink + light nsfw

➳ admin: kiri ♡

↳ lowercase intended

[9:01] kenma: did you get the gift darling?

[9:01] y/n: yes daddy, i love it <33

[9:02] y/n: image.jpeg

kenma smirked to himself after opening the image of you showing off his latest gift for you. having been in a ‘sugaring’ relationship with you for a little over a year, he knew what you were into. meaning he knew what types of gifts that would get you riled up. his gift for you this time was a baby pink soft sheer slip on dress. you always loved pastel colours over the usual dominating red and black colours other sugar babies would choose.

[9:05] y/n: baby :(

[9:05] y/n: did you not like the picture :(

oh how lucky kenma was to have a sugar baby like you. you were definitely one of a kind in the world.

[11:06] kenma: sorry love, i was just admiring how delectable you look in that little dress i got you

[11:06] kenma: why don’t you come over tonight?

[11:07] y/n: i’m sorry baby i can’t :(

[11:07] y/n: you know i have that paper i need to write for my psychology class

and there was the one flaw about you. whenever kenma suggested you coming over to his place, not to do anything dirty you h-word people, you always managed to be busy. whether it be with work, or school, even when he offered to pay for your rent and your tuition. you always declined.

that’s where kenma’s thoughts split into two. you never asked for anything really. it was usually kenma giving you gifts he thought you would enjoy, which you did. however, when it came to spend more time together privately, you gently declined. he would never force you to do anything you didn’t want to do, don’t get him wrong, but he did in fact want to get closer to you.

why you ask? why would a sugar daddy that agreed to a no-sex relationship want to get intimately closer with his sugar baby? well the answer was simple of course.

he fell in love with you.

after one year of texting, one year of taking you out on little dates to the aquarium or on a picnic at the park, kozume kenma had fallen in love, with you. to the unsuspecting eye, the two would seem like a normal couple, and not as a sugar daddy and a sugar baby. if only that were true. at least to kenma.

[11:10] kenma: that’s okay darling, you know how much i want you to focus on school

[11:10] y/n: i knew you’d understand

[11:11] y/n: 11:11, make a wish baby :)

i wish that you felt the same as me. i wish that we weren’t in this type of relationship. i wish that i could just call you mine. i wish that i could just shower you with love. i wish that you loved me, as much as i loved you.

[11:11] kenma: i wish that my darling would go focus on her paper so that i could take her out on another date

[11:11] y/n: daddy why are you so cute :(

[11:12] kenma: what’s your wish my love

[11:12] y/n: tsk tsk, it’s 11:12 and you know the rules daddy

[11:12] kenma: oh how you tease me darling

kenma laughed time himself at the banter you both had. you were completely different than the other girls he has ever encountered. the way you were down to earth, yet the playfulness you had deep down. kenma loved everything about you. but he doubted that you would ever feel the same about him. for now he was content with what you had. as much as it hurt, he didn’t wanna lose you.

[11:13] y/n: i better go finish that paper, i’ll talk to you later baby

[11:13] kenma: how about tomorrow we go out after your classes are done. we can go to your favourite café to celebrate the coming of a new weekend.

[11:14] y/n: mm, sounds great i’ll see you tomorrow <3

kenma went to bed that night, dreaming about the moment he would get to wrap his arms around your waist and pull you into his chest as you both fall asleep to each other’s soft breathing

kenma waited in his car a metres away from the entrance to your university. he decided to surprise you and pick you up and drive together to your favourite café. that was his plan at least. until he got a new text message from you.

[5:05] y/n: i’m so sorry daddy, but something came up :( can we reschedule that café date

as disappointed as kenma was, he knew that you would never cancel one of your outings together unless for a good reason. he was too soft for you.

[5:06] kenma: don’t worry about it darling, are you alright?

[5:06] y/n: yeah dw i’m fine, i’ll talk to you later tonight tho <33

putting his phone away, kenma drove off gripping his steering wheel. it’s been a week or two since he last saw you in person and he missed you. he missed seeing your smile in person. missed hearing your soft voice. the way your laugh sounded like he was in heaven. kenma was definitely head over heels in love with you.

sighing to himself, he decided to head over to your favourite café anyways since he himself liked their dark roast coffee. he parked a few feet away from the café, next to the curb side of the main road. just when he was about to get out, a familiar figure could be spotted from the corner of his eye. he looked up to see you walking out of the café you two visited often together with another man dressed in a nice suit.

kenma’s heart stopped. who was that man you were with? was he another sugar daddy of yours? is he the reason why you cancelled on him? were you really just like the other girls, seeking out any man that would waste their money on you? kenma glared at the back of both yours and the mysterious man’s heads. he really thought you were content with what you both had already. you told him that he was the only guy that served as a sugar daddy for you. but now, it looked like you wanted more. and kenma was not having it.

from that moment, kenma started to distance himself from you. he stopped texting you all the time. cut down the gifts he sent you, and just forced himself to stop thinking about you. that was easier said than done.

of course you noticed, and you even tried to ask him what was wrong. always getting a dry reply or no reply at all. you were confused. one second you both were having your usual

fun and playful banter, and the next second kenma’s giving you the cold shoulder. could it be that he got bored of you?

did he start to seek out other sugar babies? you really believed that you and him had something special. a bond that would only occur once in a thousand lifetimes. as much as you wanted to figure out what was wrong, you already had your hands busy with something else, not to mention that you knew kenma that well to know when he was in one of his moods to leave him be or else he would snap. so you ignored the thoughts of him seeking other sugar babies and hoped that whatever was making him sad would cease.

kenma glared at the two figures that were outside his car. as hard as he tried, kenma just had to see you again. he missed you that much. he went against what his brain was telling him and followed his heart, which led him to your condo building late one night. the condo building where you were currently outside of with the same mysterious man he saw at the café. he assumed the very worst. you did in fact get another sugar daddy. and by the looks of you inviting him up to your place, kenma guessed that you had a completely different relationship with him than what you two agreed on. maybe you were just with him for his money. you really weren’t different at all.

kenma had enough. he drove himself to the closest bar and got himself completely wasted. who doesn’t want a drink when their heart was just ripped out of their chest and stomped on. kenma drinking was a rare occurrence that happened once or twice every few months. he would need to be be completely out of his mind to bring himself to a bar to just drink like a mad man. and that’s what he was doing then and there.

after an hour or so, kenma was completely gone. he wasn’t one of those drunkards who would stagger around or outside the bar mouthing off whatever was on their minds. no kenma was one of the silent types. but they do say that the silent ones are the most deadly ones. as he was sitting at the bar table, kenma brought out his phone. opening a text chat he hasn’t opened in a while.

[11:09] kenma: fuck you

[11:09] kenma: i hate you so much

[11:09] y/n: kenma? are you okay?

ordering yet another drink, kenma flares at the screen in front of him.

[11:10] kenma: i never wanna see your lying, gold-digging face ever again

[11:10] kenma: you’re the worst thing that ever happened to me

[11:10] y/n: kenma, baby? were you out drinking? what are you even saying?

[11:11] kenma: oh look it’s your favourite time of the day. eleven-fucking-eleven. let’s see what do i wish for this time. i wish that i never fucking met you. i wish that i could go in time and stop myself from agreeing to meet you. because all you are is another lying slut that would do anything for money. i wish that i could erase everything i know about you. i wish that you and me never happened.

[11:11] kenma: it doesn’t matter. i don’t care about you. i have all these other sugar babies that would come crawling to me. you’re just another bitch that’s desperate for money.

[11:12] y/n: if you have all these other bitches then you really don’t need me. goodbye kozume kenma. screw you.

[11:12] y/n: this person has blocked you. you can no longer send any messages.

after all that happened last night, kenma was somehow in the right state of mind to not drunk drive and managed to message his best friend, kuroo tetsuro. coincidentally, kuroo was the same person who introduced you to kenma. kuroo, after seeing his friend’s text, picked kenma up from the bar and dropped him off at his house leaving the poor guy to wake up with a massive hangover. kenma remembered everything that happened. it didn’t help that he still had the text messages on his phone, yet he couldn’t bare to delete them for some odd reason.

the rest of the week followed slowly for kenma, as he tried to adjust his life without you. fate had different plans though. it wasn’t done with you and kenma.

although kenma had newfound bitter memories, the café you and kenma went to had his favourite coffee. as kenma fixed the cuffs of his suit, walking up to the café doors, he bumped into someone.

“sorry about that.” he heard a deep voice apologize.

kenma looked up, his eyes widening as he realized the man that bumped into him was the same man he always saw with you. oh how fate loved to toy with the both of you. before either kenma or the man could say anything, a soft voice could be heard coming out of the café.

“dad, are you sure you’re gonna be okay taking the train back ho- kenma?” before you could finish your sentence you stopped right next to your father and stared at the man that broke your heart just a week ago. even then, you could feel something pulling at your chest as you stared at the pudding headed male.

“don’t worry about me y/n, your old man isn’t that hopeless anymore.” your dad chuckled, ruffling your hair despite your protests. “besides it seems like you know this gentleman, might as well spend the afternoon together. i’ll take off now.”

your father gave a small kiss to your forehead before getting into a taxi that would drive him to the closest train station. the air suddenly turned tense as both you and kenma looked anywhere but each others’ eyes.

breaking the silence kenma asked, “that was your father?”, to which you simply nodded playing with your fingers. it was a habit that you did whenever you were feeling anxious about something. kenma grinned at the thought.

“i-i better go.” you started to walk off, before kenma grabbed your wrist halting your movements.

“wait, we need to talk.”

you turned your head and stared at him. kenma’s eyes widened as he stared into yours. he could see them start to glass, filled with hurt and rage. hurt and rage caused by him.

“don’t you have some other girls to attend to?” you bitterly spat out turning away again. you grit your teeth as you tried to hold in your tears.

“y/n, please-“

“i have nothing to say to you.” you said, pulling your wrist away. you started to walk off until his voice could be heard,

“please y/n, i’ll give you space. just please meet me at our spot at 10:00 tonight.”

you didn’t say anything and walked off, leaving kenma to watch as your figure disappeared down the sidewalk.

10:30

you still weren’t there. kenma sat on the swing that hung from the big oak tree above him. 30 minutes past the initial time he told you, and you still weren’t there. kenma was just about to give up and go home, when he heard your familiar light footsteps. he looked up to see you there, shining in the moonlight.

“you came.” he breathed out, relieved. you gave him a sheepish smile, before taking a seat next to him on the swing.

the two of you swung in silence, just admiring the night sky in silence. this place was memorable for you both. it was where you both first went out, and agreed to a sugar daddy/baby relationship. you both visited this place often as it wasn’t well known around the community, but was close enough to kenma’s place. it held a special place in both your hearts.

“i was drunk and stupid and i didn’t know what i was saying.” kenma said, breaking the silence. “i was just so angry and hurt when i saw you with someone else at our café. i thought you were seeing another man when you told me you weren’t.”

you stayed silent, waiting for kenma to continue.

“i know that doesn’t excuse the fact that i got drunk and texted you all these things that are definitely not true and i can’t believe i even said those things to you”

“you called me, and i quote, ‘a lying slut that would do anything for money.” you said, a bitter-tone lacing those words.

“i know, and i regret everything i said. i-i was just hurt and the next thing i knew i was drinking and texting you, and i just wanna reverse everything that happened.” kenma bent over, putting his head in his hands.

“well it’s not like you’re the only one at fault,” you said, “i was keeping something from you after all.”

kenma glanced up at you, as you stared at the full moon which was your only source of light.

“that man you probably saw, which by now you probably know, was my dad. he was in a rough spot ever since i was young, my mom dying too soon and leaving my dad to raise me as a child.” you started off.

“he’s had trouble with money and it was becoming too much for me. once i turned 18 i left my hometown and moved here. got a job and worked hard to pay for my rent and my schooling.” kenma saw you smile sadly at the ground.

“why didn’t you tell me, you know i could’ve-“ he started to say before you cut him off.

“i didn’t wanna ask for your help. you already do so much for me, asking help for this matter was something i was never gonna bring up.”

you both stayed silent again.

“so what happened after?” kenma asked as he glanced at you.

“well my dad contacted me a few months ago, probably 6 months into what started between us. and i helped him find a stable job. he came down to visit me after so long of not seeing each other.” you explained.

kenma let out a breathy laugh, throwing his head back as he held his arm over his eyes. he couldn’t believe that he was that jealous, that insecure, that crazy about you.

“you drive me insane.” he said.

“well the feelings mutual.” you shot back.

kenma sat upright and stared at you. the silence returned once again, and the both of you just stared at each other. kenma brought a hand up to your cheek, brushing the surface with his thumb. leaning into his hand, you gazed at him.

after weeks of not seeing each other, or even touching each other it looked like you two were at your limits. as kenma leaned down, you leaned up and the both of you met in the middle, lips connecting as both of kenma’s hands cupped your face. you wrapped your arms around his neck, to which kenma broke away from your lips and moved down your jawline, giving you small kisses up until he got to your neck.

“kenma,” you breathed out.

“ah ah, what did you call me?” he brought his mouth back up to the side of your head, softly biting your earlobe.

“d-daddy,” you panted out, your mind going crazy as kenma continued to plant kisses around your neck.

“that’s my girl,” he praised.

you and kenma burst through his front door still attached to one another, as kenma pushed you against the wall right when you entered the apartment. putting a knee in between your legs, kenma unbuttoned the top two buttons of your shirt, showing your collarbone. as kenma planted more love-bites across your chest, his hands roamed your waist.

you tried to hold in the sounds you were making, however that did not sit well with kenma. with one hand, he held your hands above your head, and with the other he grabbed your face to make you look at him.

“what did i say about holding in those cute little sounds for me”

“t-that you would punish me.” you whimpered. smirking, kenma lifted you by the thighs and carried you off to his bedroom.

once kenma shut his bedroom door he threw you into his bed, climbing over you and stealing your pair of lips once again. kenma glanced over at the clock that sat on his dresser and pulled away from you.

“look what time it is my love” he said softly to you. you turned your head to the clock he was staring at and before your eyes read the time, 11:11.

“11:11, make a wish” you smiled softly at kenma. he brought his head down once again, giving you a small peck on the lips.

“i wish that i had the courage to tell you this sooner.” he muttered.

“tell me what?” you asked, a genuine look of confusion danced across your face.

“that i love you. that i’ve been in love with you. that i wish we would drop this sugar daddy and sugar baby relationship and just become a real couple” kenma whispered softly, hoping you didn’t hear him.

however, hearing everything he just said, you brought his face down to your lips once again, before pulling away saying, “well my love what if i told you i could make that wish a reality”

kenma let out a breath of relief, before stealing your lips once again. he started to unbutton the rest of your shirt as he moved down your neck, giving you small love bites, marking you as his. he couldn’t contain his excitement the moment he heard you panting and gasping.

kenma went to bed that night, wrapping his arms around your waist and pull you into his chest as you both fell asleep to each other’s soft breathing.

#i see sunlight #help me #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu oneshot #kozume kenma #kenma x reader #requests #admin kiri

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mihidecet · 4 years

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Sbi&co. D&D AU: Hbomb94

AKA: Tibi’s MCYT WritingTober, day 19.

A special thank you to @octopus-defence-squad for requesting an d&d version of Hbomb, I had a lot of fun thinking up things for him!

This is also my fill for “Survival (A tale of)” from @the-only-gamer-gost ‘s list of prompts, which has also been a lot of fun! <3

I do hope you’ll enjoy!

Hbomb has been his name ever since he left his hometown.

It didn’t serve any specific purpose, other than hiding his true name - not that it was impossible for an arcane user to simply open the backdoor in his mind and take a quick peek inside. But still.

It was a nice and simple way to separate his past from whatever adventures he was going to embark in, for better or for worse.

H must admit that he’s not proud of everything he’s done in his life.

Sometimes, coin and situations bring people to do things that they wouldn’t have normally done. He’s not fond of killing and the hits he gets are few and scattered around his life, like somebody stumbling a handful of times during a marathon, no matter how much they stick in his mind, refusing to let him go. But jobs are jobs.

And at least of that he is proud. He gets the job done, and he is well known for that. Not that he is generally well known, but still. He has gained enough renown that he doesn’t have to actively look for jobs anymore.

Still, the thing is.

Hbomb has been his name for almost forever, and yet that one time he almost doesn’t recognise it.

To be fair, the voice that calls it sounds more like a chorus of many different voices, speaking in multiple languages - H knows five different languages, ok, he’s not dumb, but he has a really hard time comprehending what it’s being said - and all coming from the same point a few feet behind him.

It’s both a whisper and a song, and to be completely honest all it does is creep him out, jump in his skin and hurry to sit up, hand moving to grab his longbow. Which is supposed to be right next to him.

Instead all he grabs is grass. Bright purple grass.

H blinks, confused, only then noticing that there is light around him, yet he’s sure he only went to sleep a couple of hours ago.

Then he looks up, towards where the voice came from, and he nearly screams - nearly being a key word, as his instincts tell him to scream and freeze at the same time, so what he ends up doing is let out an extremely high pitched “eh” sound that lasts about a couple of seconds.

The scene in front of him is both stunning and extremely disturbing.

Over fields of purple grass shines the light of two red suns, bright over the backdrop of a pastel orange sky. In the distance, a forest, but instead of dark green pines - or even bright purple trees- , all he can see are huge brightly coloured mushrooms.

And then, a few paces away from him, a figure sits, cross legged, gently floating over the grass - the strands seem to reach upwards towards them, as if attracted by some sort of gravity. While H is familiar with tiefling, the ones living in the material plane usually have only one set of horns, none of which pulse with silver light, and one set of eyes, instead of having most of their face covered in them.

Somehow, without the aid of any eyebrow, the figure seems amused. Maybe it’s the unnatural curve of their smile - are those additional eyes on the palm of their hands, or just tattoos? H really doesn’t remember drinking that much the earlier night.

“I’m going to excuse the damage you did to my creation, since you seem to be a bit lost. Don’t you know where you are, child?”

A flower takes flight from one of their horns, turning into a butterfly midway. H has no idea where he is.

The chuckle that resonates in the air around him sounds like wind chimes, and for a moment he’s reminded of an old friend, an old companion that he used to travel with, a bright eyed warlock who loved to wear flowers in her hair, simply because they would turn into butterflies as she fought.

H’s lips part in a small “oh”, as if he’s understood something, but to be honest he’s more lost than before. Surely the being sitting in front of him isn’t-

“No, I am not. She is one of my children, still. You came … recommended. Your skills have been evaluated, your deeds have been found worthy.”

That certainly piques his interest. Choosing to ignore how the individual in front of him is currently reading his thoughts - which is quite rude in his personal opinion -, he’s always been fond of Shubble, and she did seem like a reasonable and trustworthy person. Not to mention her cool as hell powers.

Still, one should be always careful when dealing with mind-reading beings.

“What do you mean? Worthy of what?”

“Capabilities. Powers.”

“Like?”

“Like you’ve never seen.”

“Would you be able to … elaborate? Please?”

“No.”

Hbomb is going to have a headache. Normally, he’d loathe such a conversation, and he would probably be quick to walk away. But it’s not like he can leave.

“Oh, but you can. I just brought you here to let you know you’ve been chosen.”

The cheshire smile on the being’s face is deeply worrying, especially since their mouth doesn’t seem to enjoy following the usual anatomical constraints one would expect to find in a mortal. And apparently now he’s signed a contract with them? When did he sign? Can he un-sign?

Another chuckle fills the air, this time sweeter and warmer, like a hug on a winter night.

“There is no need to be afraid. You’re not bound to me, not like your friend is at least. Try to focus. Find the connection inside of yourself.”

H isn’t a stranger to meditation - his parent, being an elf, had taught him everything he’d needed to know. So he stares at the creature in front of him for a moment, waiting for any sign that he maybe probably shouldn’t do this, then he closes his eyes.

It takes him a moment, but once he finds it, it’s impossible not to see it.

There’s a thread inside of him. Like a string of silk, hanging, floating at the center of his chest. It floats towards his hand as he becomes aware of it, tangling between his fingers, moving on its own as if it were water, or wind. A snake coiling around in his hand.

While his eyes are closed and his mind is focused, the being’s voice resonates inside his mind, clear as the crystals their eyes were made of.

“Be good. Good luck, plane traveler.”

There’s a quick pulling sensation around his gut - not a bad feeling, per se, but certainly an unexpected one - and then.

Hbomb’s eyes open to the darkness of the night. He’s back in the same place he went to sleep in.

But now, there is a slightly luminous tattoo on his right hand, which gives off a feeble light: a purple snake, coiling around his fingers, and a remotely familiar drawing of multiple circles on his palm.

Digging around, looking for what the circles represent, takes a while.

But he does remember talking, a few months back, with an arcane scholar with a passion for creating things out of thin air.

That, on his hand, is a drawing of the planes of existence.

#mcyt writingtober #hbomb94 #dnd au #sbi dnd au #now sbi&co #also mentioned #shubble #octopus-defence-squad

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eveningstar1516 · 4 years

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Late Night Cuddles

Fic: Oneshot Paring: Tired!MC x Tired!Lucifer / Soft!Lucifer Type: Fluff with cuddles

Summary: Daphne came home after a tiring shift at the library. Walking back to her room, she comes across an exhausted Lucifer and attempts to get them both to bed.

A/N: Daphne does not belong to me. She belongs to @tatsukohime. It had been a tough day at the library today. Walking into her room, Daphne shedding off her backpack and proceeding to face plant onto the bed was probably the best part of her day. She was just about done with the day and wanted it to be over. Rolling onto her back, she stared up at the tree branches hanging above her bed, watching the fairy lights attached to it blink their pastel colours. She closed her eyes and thought about her day at work and the absolute mess it had been. Not wanting to dwindle on it, she got up and proceeded to head to the bathroom to wash the day’s sweat off her. Stepping into the shower, she thought about her day off tomorrow. Satan had promised to take her to a new exhibit at the Museum. Some demon by the name of Mazil Modena had discovered a part of Old Devildom and had brought back some artifacts linked to what their culture was like all those millennia ago. She lathered up her hair and watched as the shampoo washed down the drain. The hot water against her skin was soothing as it washed away any tension the day built up. Stepping out of the shower, she grabbed her red nightgown. It was a gift from Asmo. He claimed it was mainly for Lucifer’s bedroom floor more than her but it’s Asmo, what else can one expect. Daphne put a robe over the nightgown and headed for the kitchen to fix up something before bed. Padding into the kitchen to make a cup of tea, she found Beel digging into the fridge for the first of many midnight snacks. “Hi Beel.” Beel looked up from his fridge scouring as I went to the cupboards to see what I could find. “Oh hey Daphne. What are you doing up this late?” “Actually, I just got back from the library a little while ago and wanted some tea before bed. Find anything worth eating in the fridge?” “Not really. I already emptied most of it, save for Mammon’s cooking and Lucifers poison apples. There are some leftover cream puffs. I was going to have them but would you like one?” “No thank you Beel, you can have all of them. Thank you for asking though.” Shrugging Beel reached for the container. “Your loss.” The water had finished boiling. I poured my tea and bid Beel goodnight as I made my way back to my room when I heard something fall over in the opposite direction. Wondering who else could be awake and whether they were ok, I walked towards the origin of the noise to find out it came from the library. I peeked in and found no one there. I looked towards the bookshelf leading to Lucifer’s secret study and saw some light coming from behind it. Shaking my head I mentally scolded myself. Of course. Who else would be up at this hour? I approached the bookshelf and pulled back a Grimoire. I recited the password Lucifer made especially for me.

I walked in to find Lucifer picking up some books that had fallen off his desk. He looked well past exhausted. His overcoat was draped on the back of his chair. His tie generously loosened and his vest abandoned somewhere in the room. The first 3 buttons of his dress shirt were undone and his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. He had toed off his shoes leaving him in only his socks. His hair was tousled like he had threaded his fingers through it multiple times to try and relieve some stress, which he most likely had done. His eyes were half-closed and unfocused. Sleep looked like it would claim him any second. He had yet to notice me enter. I placed my tea down on a side table and bent down to help him pick up some of the books he had trouble grabbing with his hands full. A thank you was mumbled when I gave a hand. Only after I handed him the books did he really notice that I was here.“Ah, Daphne. What brings you here?” “I was getting some tea when I heard something fall. Lucifer? When was the last time you slept?” “I’m fine Daphne, thank you for worrying. I just need to finish up the last of these few papers then I’ll be heading to bed.” Gesturing to the large pile of papers on the corner of his desk. “You should go to sleep now. You have a class in the morning, don’t you?” “Lucifer, you’re avoiding my question. When was the last time you slept?” “That is none of your concern.” “Lucifer, these papers are going to take you all night and you’re already exhausted.” “I assure you, I’m quite awake Daphne. I am more than capable of finishing these and still have time to get some rest before school.” “No, no you don’t Lucifer. Come on. I’m taking you to bed and you are going to get some sleep.”

Not giving him any time to try and refuse me, I took the books out of his hands and put them on the desk. I started to lead him out of the room with my hand on his arm as he surrendered and trailed behind me.“Alright, just for you. You don’t have to drag me” he said while chuckling tiredly. Thankfully the trip to his room had been a quiet one as the rest of his brothers had already retired for the night. Reaching his bedroom door, Lucifer took his key out and tried to unlock the door but his sleep-deprived brain couldn’t function enough to get the small key to fit in. Gently taking hold of his hand, I guided the key in and opened the door with him. Closing the door behind me, I watched him start walking towards the bed as he laid down on it. I chuckled in my head. The demon was so tired he didn’t even realize he wasn’t dressed for bed.“Come on Luci, you have to change first. You’ll regret not doing so in the morning.” I watched with an amused smile on my face as Lucifer grumbled about not being able to just close his eyes and something about being done with life as he got up and walked over to his dresser.“Are you going to just stand there?” he asked as he walked towards the bathroom.

“Are you going to get dressed and sleep or sneak out to finish the leftover paperwork?” I retorted with a raised eyebrow. I was tired and wanted to go to bed although I knew if I left him, he’d just head straight back to his study.“Touch é .”A little while later, Lucifer came out of the bathroom looking a bit more awake now that he had washed up and gotten ready.“Daphne, come here.” Walking towards him, he layed back. As soon as I was within reach, he grabbed onto my arm and pulled me in with him, covering me up with the blanket and holding me close.“L-Lucifer?” “Shh. you said you wanted to make sure I went to sleep, well, what better way than to stay with me, in your arms.”

Lucifer lay his head on my chest and closed his eyes. One of my hands found their way to his head while the other held him back. Gently I started running my fingers through his hair, giving him a little scalp massage. Lucifer relaxed and leaned into my touch. Any stress lines on his forehead melted away as he let himself go in my arms. We stayed like this for a while, enjoying the silence as the warmth emitting from our embrace engulfs us. Once his breathing evened out he asked why I was up so late.“I’d actually gotten home not that long ago. It was a long day at the library, although yours was probably longer.” “Heh, if you count Mammons mountain of bills, Satans cursed shenanigans, Asmo’s raging ex’s, Diavolo’s crazy new ideas and 7 other meetings that lasted much longer than it should have; yeah, it was long.” Lucifer opened his eyes. The red iris appeared to glow in the soft moonlight as he looked at me through his lashes. Giving a thoughtful hum, I continued running my fingers as my other hand started rubbing lazy circles on his back.“What happened at work?” “You mean other than the new guy not knowing how the archive sorting system works, the number of students coming in to find books for a research assignment only to not know what they’re looking for and proceed to re-organize everything before they found what they were looking for, the lower demons that eye me as a snack, the demons that think themselves better than me despite not knowing how to do their jobs and the constantly getting blamed for my partners’ errors. Nothing much.”Lucifer’s face was one mixed between shock and amusement. Composing himself, he smiled as he reversed our positions.“Sounds like you had an easy day today.” “The easiest one I’ve ever had.”Lucifer brought his hand to my head and mimicked my earlier actions. “It seems like both our days have been more stressful than normal.” “Mhm” I let myself relax in his embrace as he rested his head on top of mine. I let the beating of his heart lull me to sleep as Lucifer fell asleep to mine, both of us enjoying this peaceful moment before waking up and dealing with a new day. I hope you enjoyed reading these as much as I enjoyed writing them. Happy Holidays!

#ObeyMeSecretSanta2020 #Lucifer x Reader #Obey Me

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a-collection-of-villainous-aus · 4 years

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COFFEE SHOP AU PT 4

SEGMENT THREE of four cause it turned out segment three is so long I cant put it in one post XD

After Cruentus had left to make the tea, Hat curled back up onto the bed, was he as bad as Vincent…with his inability to ever truly let Acylius go?

Nuzzling against the pillow Flug used to lay his head on , Amadeus whimpered softly…no if his Acylius did not…could not love him in this new life, he would never make him do anything he didn’t want to do, he could never do what Vincent had done to Flug, ever.

Now that he was the one with power he knew one thing, he would protect Acylius from ever being hurt or harmed again, if someone so much as tried to he would destroy them without second thought.

Pulling the pillow to his chest he cuddled it closer, knowing he was down there, in the town in that little coffee shop, so close and yet so far away was far more heart wrenching than anyone could imagine, to have those eyes look at him and not recognise him…a small part of him wondered if he should be in his life again…after all he had been the final piece to fall into place to set in motion the events that would lead to Acylius’s death…

Oh he knew Acylius would tell him it was always meant to happen, that it wasn’t his fault…idiot man, he could have lived and left the Elderichts to rot…let him rot in the gutters with them, if all his kindness only ended up with him being killed for it…

Hat curled in tighter feeling the guilt of that thought twist in his gut, to think it was dishonouring all Lulu had fought for, all he’d done only had him curl up tighter, often he’d wished he’d been able to save him, be there just in time and be his hero…the irony of those words…yet being a hero…was not all what modern day society made it out to be with brightly coloured suits and pulling in fans…it was about doing the right thing and stepping up…as much as Acylius had his darkness…

In his own right, to the Elderichts…he was their hero, who kept his name quiet out of respect because it was what his stupid tree had wanted…if he’d had his way he’d have built a statue, had books written about him, the finest artists make portrait galleries out of him, made the universe aware of his existence, a proclamation of love for everyone to hear spoken across time and space…

But no…that was not his Doctor Flug; his Acylius whispered like the spring breeze through the blossom trees he loved so much only becoming a thunderous fearful storm when called for, he was absolutely ridiculous at times, daft as anything to when he was in the safety of his own home…he could not forget that first morning….

(Wavy scene and flash back music, shrugs I’m just like that and finally using an old ramble of mine <3) and I will let you know when the flash back ends ❤️

Hat looked himself over in the mirror, he’d straightened out his tie and suit, even though his ears were hidden under his top hat even brushed the fur on them, made sure he was as presentable as he could be, after all he did not know what half of these fancy contraptions laid out on his…was it his dressing table.

That idiot Legion Demon just came out of nowhere and was all here have a place to sleep, a room of your own, even though you’re in heat I won’t take advantage of you or even touch you, honestly what was he supposed to do with that, anyone else would have taken what they wanted and left him there.

Hat huffed, why was he so upset that Acylius…no no he couldn’t call him that, he was Doctor Flug, Legion Demon, a creature highly sought after, if he wasn’t careful about how he spoke to the demon he might push his luck too far and be kicked out, that would not exactly be something new but…this time…even if they’d just met yesterday, he found himself not wanting to leave.

He would do what he needed to do, to placate him, to sooth his temper if he had one, most of his kind liked sex after all right, he did too honestly but…when it was consensual, but he was not above doing what needed to be done to keep a roof over his head within reason…though he still couldn’t deny he was somewhat miffed Acylius had not come in last night and just taken him, at least he would have been one of the more attractive…

Who was he fooling, he found the Legion demon beautiful, and what was he?

(This is my story and I will have hat all dreamy about the tree like some romance novel if I want XD)

A short little thing that had crawled out of a heap…he knew he deserved more, that his kind should not be living such poor lives, to be used as food, as toys or experiments, but too many of them had accepted their fates and he’d agreed to leave knowing his determination of better to rise up would only cause them problems…and well they already had enough of those.

Black Hat looked over the room he’d been given, that bed was so soft he thought he might have sunk into it never to be seen again, the on suite bathroom filled with so many different bottles of this, that and the other left him overwhelmed, usually he’d had to share baths with those he’d stayed with.

Hands on the dressers edge, his claws digging lightly into the wood, this was his chance, his first real big chance to make his place be more than what he was, to prove to all these rich elitist snobs that you did not need to come from riches to belong, that everyone was equal when things were made even and equal.

Yes when he had his stand, he would show them but for now he was going to go downstairs and show the Legion demon the respect he no doubt felt he deserved, there was no possible way there was not a catch in all of this somewhere.

He went first to the kitchen, it was silent and well no one was around and the bin seemed to need changing, stuffed full of scraps of food...with the word recycle carved into it, well no one was there yet he could find himself a bite to eat out of it, it was unlikely Acylius or his butler would serve him anything but what came from here anyway right.

Lifting the lid he didn’t even flinch at the smell, he’d eaten from worse places after all, Black Hat had been about to reach a hand in when he heard someone clearing their throat at the door way, he froze, was this it the thing that would get him turned out now, he was only taking food no longer wanted…his fingers stretched then curled, hand falling back by his side and waited.

“Sir, if Acylius saw you eating from the bins it would upset him greatly…”

Cruentus walked up by his side briskly and shut the lid

“Why because I was stealing something no longer wanted?”

Hat returned looking up at Cruentus, his gaze defiant and shoulders drawn back, he was not ashamed of finding food where he could when he needed it.

“No, because the thought he’d let you starve or feel you would ever go without food here would mortify him.”

Hat blinked as he listened to the hellhounds sombre tone, well that was unexpected

“Oh and why is that?”

It looked as if the butler had wanted to tell but his maw was kept shut on the matter shaking his head

“That is not my story to tell, perhaps the master will tell you eventually himself…now what do you want for breakfast.”

“I doubt you would give me anything with bacon.”

Hat replied looking away…this place was odd indeed.

“Do you want it thick cut? Smoked or not? Crispy or not?”

Cruentus inquired walking past him again and tied on his apron

“Th-there’s more than one way to have it?” Hat answered completely lost at that answer

“I see, I will make you a whole selection then, I assure you the master would want you to be able to learn what you like, though be warned he might pinch a piece of the crispy bacon.”

Cruentus laughed setting out the frying pans.

Pinch a piece of food from someone else’s plate? A Legion demon would never do such a thing, not a high class creature like Doctor Flug, no…it wasn’t possib- and then he saw the tall, long legged demon entering the room, scratching at his head, wearing grey sweat pants and a jumper to match, looking nothing like the being he’d met yesterday, adorned with a five o clock shadow, his hair not even brushed and fluffy slippers.

Hat stood there, slack jawed as Acylius yawned, fangs bared a moment and then just looking sleepy but happy

“Good morning Black Hat, I trust you slept well?”

Damn it his voice was that deep soft rumbling gravel …he could have read him the phone book and his ears would have perked up just to listen to each soothing syllable that left those scarred lips.

(I described it once as being like James Spader’s voice you might know the voice of Ultron from age of ultron or Alucard from Hellsing)

Of course the first thing to come out of Hat’s mouth was not exactly the appropriate answer as he sputtered

“Is this!? I mean is this how you usually live?!”

Cruentus bit his lip; forcing back the laugh that swelled within his chest, ohhhh apparently this little creature was in for a wakeup call if Hat thought he was living with a snobby demon indeed!

Acylius looked at him then opened the cupboard pulling out something akin to the lucky charms cereal only in this world it had little devils and demons and pentagons all pastel coloured

“Not when I have certain guests over, after all some demons will not see you unless you put on airs, a display that you are high class, boring stuff really if you ask me.”

He shrugged pulling now the milk from the fridge and was about to drink from the carton

“Boy, what have I told you about doing that? Don’t make me tap your ears young man.”

Cruentus pointed the tongs at him that he used to turn the bacon in the pan, snapping them at him.

Acylius’s ears went down as he smiled sheepishly, cheeks tinting pink

“Sorry Papa, I know it’s a bad habit.”

Did Doctor Flug’s butler just reprimand him, was Flugs Butler his father….what the huh?

Hat shook his head, what in all of hell what going on, standing up straight he looked up at them

“I am a guest here you could at least treat me as such, I have done my best to be proper like the rich are and…”

Acylius loomed over him, looking much like those silhouette pictures you see in animations when they’re going for the threatening look

“Is this what you want Amadeus for me to look down on you, I do not take kindly to my guests, they know visiting me and one wrong word can put them in poor favour with me…”

His eyes glowed white there was not colour in them and in that mass of black his smile grew and grew, showing off bright white fangs thin and needle like, another one appeared and another all of them speaking as he prodded him

“IS this what you want Amadeus, for me to be the monster they expect me to be?”

Cruentus raised a brow, oh so Hat liked what he saw before him did he, it was pretty obvious with how transfixed he was.

Amadeus pulled off his hat and played with it in his hands letting it fall below the waist, doing his best to subtly hide something that showed he enjoyed seeing this darker side of Acylius, Cruentus of course only shook his head and continued on the bacon, oh lord he could see how this was going to go eventually anyway.

Acylius froze, cat ears, fluffy black cat ears …Amadeus had, he wanted to touch them so much, to run his claws over them and nuzzle into the soft fur, his display disappeared, back into the grey sweats and dishevelled hair, cereal and milk in his hands and then the softest look that made Hat want to reach out and touch his face and let him know everything would be alright.

“I am sorry if I frightened you Amadeus…but you are not a guest you are a housemate and I want you to know you can be relaxed here in this place in your home if you so wish it to be your home.”

He turned and went to sit at the table about to pour milk into the box of cereal when Cruentus placed a bowl and spoon in front of him

“Stop that I know you’re just trying to be this extra lazy to vex me.”

Cruentus chuckled tapping the top of his head

“Perhaps I am, but you like knowing I still want you to do little things for me now and again Papa.”

“What kind of Father would I be if I were not there for my son hmm?”

Cruentus answered affectionately before going off to serve up the bacon.

Hat, was still standing shifting on his feet.

“Can I sit to?”

Cruentus came along with the plate and literally picked hat up by the back of the neck right where he knew he’d turn into a kitten and curl up completely compliant

“Dumbass he said you’re a house mate you can sit whenever you want.”

He sat him on the seat across from Acylius and set the plate down

“Bon appetit Amadeus, being welcomed to stay in the home by Acylius is honestly a rare thing…very rare.”

“Cruentus, can you please not do that again, I abhor when that is done to me.”

Hat ground out between clenched teeth, hands balled up into fists and ears laid back, his hat sitting on his lap, the problem he’d had was now gone, placing his hat back on, he expected Cruentus to snap at him or punish him…after all he was still…a…a sewer rat to everyone who wasn’t one of his kind…there was no reason for these demons to treat him like he…mattered.

“My apologies Amadeus, I should not have been so forward in my actions, I will not do that again.”

Hat only grumbled and started munching on the bacon using his fingers to pick it up

“Fork, Amadeus and knife if you want to start appearing proper in front of polite company.”

“Yes sir.”

“My name is Acylius, not sir, master or Doctor Flug behind closed doors and out of the ears of others, I suppose if it makes you comfortable you can call me Flug if you do not feel on a first name basis with me.”

“Really, that is a little too personal do you not think Doctor Flug?”

Black Hat sneered, after all was that not the way of the rich, to act better, to be Impersonal.

“Honestly at this rate I will leave as your actions have been highly disappointing and not what I expected of a Legion demon such as yourself.”

Was he doing it right, was he acting like the higher class do?

The room fell silent, a fist hitting the table making the cutlery rattle

“Amadeus Black Hat, you will not talk to him like that, what are you going to do? Return to living in motel rooms, drifting from place to place to be used like a toy, the next house you go into you will not come out of…except through the sewers as faecal matter.”

Acylius placed a hand on Cruentus’s arm; his father huffed and turned away

“The higher ups out there, most of them couldn’t give two shit’s they would sooner kill you…if I had not arrived Amadeus when I did …it would literally be a matter of moments before their assassins ascended on you and left your corpse in the street…”

The legion demon poked at his cereal, it’d gone soggy now and honestly he’d lost his appetite

“I’ve assigned you as my being, by law and the ways of a Legion this means they cannot touch you but only when I am with you or Cruentus is with you…I promised myself I would never do that, but I know what you are trying to do and I have already been trying to help the cause.”

Hat’s breath stilled, those eyes the way they changed hues of blue fleeting through emotions, assigned himself, he’d already been helping what did that mean he would ask soon it was clear the doctor was not done

“Amadeus outside of this home I now belong to you in their eyes like a pedigree dog, it’s what they see Legion demons as, they must treat us at least with respect and some kindness if they do not want their fortune to fall, but in this home. I am what I have always been, Acylius Flug the Free Legion, those who are on our side will know this, but I am going to use my ridiculously high class to teach you to be a refined villain and to be like them if you so wish to be a monster.”

Ah so that was what assigned meant, to be his …good luck charm to be the reason the dice fell in his favour so to speak, he’d given up his freedom in a sense for him…

“Amadeus’s I would tell you to take your elbows off the table as it is considered rude but in this place I am going to live my life as I wish to, as I want to, I only want to run a quiet little coffee shop , perhaps find a partner and live a quieter life…”

Acylius leaned back and placed his feet on the table and Amadeus’s looked along the length of those legs, holy …they were long.

“How did you find me?”

Amadeus asked quietly.

Acylius pulled a cigarette from nowhere, his thumb lighting up with a blue flame to light it, it was not a thing humans could inhale, despite it‘s sweet lavender scent, scratching lightly at his stubble he took a drag and let the taste settle on his tongue and the warmth of the smoke swirl within his lungs before exhaling, they were also not toxic but used as a relaxant with nothing that could cause harm.

“You were not exactly subtle about your notions, you let too many of the wrong ears hear your plans, your thoughts about inequality, there is always a high caste group who will detest such on goings and try to keep what they consider balance, to them you’re dangerous Amadeus…the thought that could get your kind to rise up if they feel there is reason and hope to.”

He paused again to take another puff

“Your kind were not always in the sewers, but I have not uncovered much of your history but I see you as a kindred spirit, both wanting better for our kind, I do not expect you to help my cause, but I ask one thing, if you do become some great overlord that over throws them…free the Legions from the contracts they are bound to, let them always have free choice to leave if they so desire to…once bound we cannot be freed unless our assigned master allows it.”

“I give you my word Flug, if you can truly help me, and mean what you are offering I will do what you ask…and I…I am sorry, I have had the idea all high people were the same even in their homes I forget that even those who reign in gold palaces have hearts…and own personal problems…do you all hide behind those marble masks of cold in public?”

Hat replied, offering out a piece of bacon, after all Cruentus had said Acylius did like pinching off other people’s plates and it’d seemed the doctor had gone off his cereal, it was a crispy piece so far his favourite of the lot but he wanted to share it with him.

Hat’s heart raced as their finger tips came in contact and Acylius actually took the piece and thanked him for it before proceeding to munch on it happily

“Thank you Black Hat, I can only hope you will stand to that promise, I have willingly pledged my life to you…and to answer your question, most of them do not wear emotional masks they are just that up their own ass and that cold…perhaps you have seen me around before…”

With a wave of his hand his face was cleaned up and hair tidied as well as scars hidden away he pulled a face one would expect a cold creature to pull.

“Oh dear lord you’re the one Vincent would not stop going on about…I remember him constantly talking about you, literally has a shrine of you in his bedroom…he let me stay one night after I fixed his coat for him.”

“Bah that daft obsessed Rabbit demon, often I have thought of putting him in a racing track and letting hounds chase after him, I wonder how he would feel about me then.”

He let the illusion fade and returned back to his dishevelled state letting a ring of smoke drift Hat’s way, the angle he was at made it circle the rough top hat perfectly, his ears perked up

“Ahh yes there it is, your organization shall be called Black Hat Organization, Evil is our business, and business is good!”

With a flick of his wrist a white card stood between two finger tips, he tossed it to Amadeus who caught it and saw the image, a silhouette of a top hat and a black ring with the business name under it.

“Now before we start any kind of business I will need to train and guide you and awaken such powers within you, not even you could imagine.”

End of Flash back

End of segment three

THIS PART ENDED UP GETTING SO LONG I'LL HAVE TO MAKE A SEGMENT FOUR BUT IT'S ALL TYPED UP SO NO WAITING TIME ❤️

#acylius flug #Black hat #coffee shop au #past coffee shop #Present day #Paperhat #Cruentus #Villainous au #Omg so au ooc #❤️

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may-shepard · 4 years

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Supernatural and Me, Painting With What I Hope Will Be Gradually Increasing Skill 1x02: Wendigo

I feel like I didn’t apologise sufficiently in my previous post to anyone associated with petrykivka as an art form. I am but a humble aspirer to painting cute flowers on my cupboards, and may creep back off into the cowardly stencil option if this proves fruitless, har har, that’s a joke because a lot of petrykivka features fruit:

via Unknown Ukraine

2m: Hey there’s Cory Monteith! I didn’t know he was in this episode!

Oh.

Also I have to admit, at this time of posting this I’ve watched ahead to Dead in the Water (1x03) and I know that there is a Bathtub Incident in that episode, and here we have Dude Peeing and Things Not Going Well, I seriously think there’s a theme here.

It’s either Basic Bodily Functions and Self-Care Are Potentially Deadly or Don’t Read Joseph Campbell in the Woods:

Because

I know myself well enough to know that I’m going to end up finding Sam and Dean’s relationship endearing, so I’m giving myself full permission to be all in because Dean asks Sam if he wants to drive the car which means he’s really worried about him. Believe me when I say I’m fully prepared to believe that these are the facial expressions of two dudes who really care about each other:

After last time, I decided to ditch the chalk paint and go direct to the acrylics, because yikes. Tonight’s palette is purple, blue, and pink, with a skootch of yellow, which hahaha I am howling because when I chose them I did not take in the fact that these are the colours of bi pride (plus yellow, idk man, sunshine?). I’m so bi it just leaches out through my aesthetics 24/7, hey, that’s what Dean said amirite?

I’m practicing putting together the techniques I was practicing last time into some kind of vague flower shape which is maybe supposed to look like this, ish (also LOL even this tutorial is bi af, what the hell):

15m Ayyyyy Callum Keith Rennie is in this episode! Nvm Battlestar Galactica have you seen Hard Core Logo?

There are some good thoughts about Callum Keith Rennie here.

28m okay but I love it as a horror trope when the Thing that’s Out There emulates the voice of a human who’s scared or in pain or is screaming for help, so this is awesome. (If you’re into that trope too, there’s a very good version of it in Annihilation, one of the best horror movies of the past decade, which pairs beautifully with Midsommar for being pastel-coloured but still dreadful in all the best ways.)

This flower is turning out better than any of my others so far:

How do we feel about native monsters being used in mainstream, non-Native-made horror? It gives me a yikes-y feeling, especially when the interpretation of the monster is essentially a nosferatu crossed with a grizzly bear, but wendigo’s interesting if you dig a bit. The most terrifying read on it I’m aware of is Columbus and Other Cannibals: The Wetiko Disease of Exploitation, Imperialism, and Terrorism by Jack D. Forbes, who wrote:

CANNIBALS is focused upon my use of the Native American concept of the “Wetiko” psychosis, the disease of cannibalism. I believe that the exploitative consumption of the earth, the living creatures of the earth, and, above all, other human beings and their homelands, constitute actual, real, unmitigated cannibalism. Tragically, the cannibalism of which I write has become more and more an acceptable part of modern economic and personal exploitation, with those who do the consuming giving little or no thought to the diminishing or even elimination of the lives of those at the receiving end of their quest for profit and super-sustenance.

More here if you’re interested.

33m Dean as damsel in distress, I like it! Does this happen a lot?

34m:

Extremely toxic material much like life under imperialist capitalism, yeah? “Do Not Enter” I mean, if only we could exit!

37m “Check it out: flareguns.”

“Those will work.”

Use the flaregun of your passion for justice and / or literal flareguns, either will do against the cannibalistic impulse that drives capitalism, I guess.

All of a sudden I’m liking this episode. Also make your own joke here about failing to hydrate or w/e.

Potential deep veins for later on: the idea that Sam and Dean’s family is totally screwed, but they can help these orphans have a happy ending, so sweet? I like it as a motivation. Also do all the guest star women kiss Dean on the lips at the end of each episode? Hm.

I didn’t go much further with this flower, since I felt as though some of the detail work was beyond me and the potential to fuck it up was high, but I did use the last of my rapidly drying paint to do a pic of the monster from this episode. I didn’t want to blow him up all over and I wasn’t sure the colours I had to work with would make a good splosion, so I gave him a weird flower instead that magically made him super happy. (Picture him exploding with joy in a moment, if you’d still like him blown up, or idk gleefully embracing a better standard of behaviour than compulsive people-eating.)

For good or for ill this post is part of a series:

1x01

#supernatural #spn 1x02 #petrykivka #bad art #may watches supernatural from the beginning

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ssaalexblake · 4 years

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13′s kind of yelling like she’s a sentient Tacky Motivational Sign(tm) about hope in s11, the kind of things you find in diaries and note books marketed to teenage girls with pastel colours and cursive font, and then in s12 that is... conspicuously absent.

And like, I wonder if in s11 she thought Missy left 12 not because she was Evil and wanted to be that again, but just because she didn’t want to die. I mean, i am a firm believer 12 had no idea Missy was gonna try to come back (i’m not even sure Missy knew she was going to do that until the did), but that doesn’t mean the doctor necessarily thought they’d entirely failed at Master reform school? There’s a difference between not wanting to sacrifice your life for something and being evil, Missy turning tail didn’t Necessarily mean she’d given up on trying to be good.

But then uh, Spyfall. Any Hopeful dreams and thoughts she might have had around the area of ‘Maybe the master isn’t out there causing chaos and destruction’ are dashed thoroughly and Goodbye doctor who spends a lot of time waxing poetic about hope.

And it kind of stings, actually, because before he found out about the timeless child, he seemed to Not be doing evil deeds? Hacking the matrix isn’t exactly peak evil plotting, would the time lords like that? No. But still, not evil. And from the guy who thrills in letting 13 know all of their violence, it’d be a bit odd if he just Forgot to mention any evil deeds from before then. I personally think the master wasn’t doing anything overtly evil until he found out, as the reveal seems to have been the trigger in him becoming violent once again after Missy, so i’m reasonably certain the doctor’s hope would not have actually been for nothing.

Point is, the doctor had So much hope and knew full well it was probably a total fool’s errand even Before everything went wrong. But she managed to keep that hope throughout s11 despite what happened to 12 and didn’t lose it until the master purposefully rubbed it in 13′s face that it was all for nothing, that killing is what he’s Meant for in an entirely deliberate dig at the doctor having tried to help them.

She stops talking about hope as much from there. She is so Angry after that moment, she already was but it keeps getting worse, she’s a raw nerve and more angry and unrestrained than we’ve ever seen her at that point, it’s the first time her facade fractures under the pressure. And that is Before the end of the episode when she finds out what he’s done to Gallifrey.

I mean, she kind of breaks and continues to have a huge breakdown as the season progresses, but she is clearly behaving in an atypical way far before the catalyst of that breakdown happens. Him appearing being all evil again, and rubbing it in that he’s all evil again in a direct attack at 12′s tearful and reluctant hope that they could properly be friends again had a Huge affect on her behaviour pre gallifrey reveal.

She’s lost all hope that Maybe she wasn’t betrayed and used by them, there are no shreds of possibility left that Maybe it was just because asking them to die was too much, she’s lost the possibility of them meeting up again and maybe, just maybe, they could carry on and actually get to be friends travelling together.

Her hope has been stolen from her the second he reveals himself on the plane.

And yes, her depression and trauma and slow breakdown are because of the genocide of gallifrey, but i’m pretty sure her loss of hope happened at the end of spyfall part one, not at the end of part two.

#dw shit #ranting abt these two is GGreat for late night boredome #*boredom #it stops me shopping at any rate #anyway... going to bed now to be horrified in the morning at how nonsensical this is #... disdain u may pick up from this @ her hope preeching is just b/c i hate motivational speeches #it's honourable but i don't find it motivating at All #it's nothing against her

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Day 23: treasure

“Harry! Where’d my bloody treasure chest go?!” Tom yells, after he had finished making a mess of their room from digging everything out of the cupboard.

“Oh, that old thing? I took it to the charity shop, didn’t know you still wanted it,” Harry replies. Tom’s face flushes.

“Harry, I literally kept my soul in there! Why?!” Tom screams, going out to confront Harry. Harry just shrugs, concerned about why Tom has gotten so mad.

“Geez, sorry, I didn’t know you cared about it so much,” Harry takes another bite of his toast, then puts it down and begins looking around for the name of the charity shop he’d brought it to, “by the way, I gave all of the things inside of it to them separately. I didn’t know you had a tiara. It’s kinda cute, honestly.”

“Harry, it’s not a tiara, it’s a diadem. Big difference,” Tom mutters.

Harry thinks about it, “looked like a tiara to me.”

“Well, whatever, I just need it back,” he says, “where did you take it?” Harry tells him and he immediately leaves for the charity shop.

When he arrives, he walks around all of the aisles, looking at all of the antique things, all of the boxes, the clothes, the ornaments, gosh, even the children’s toys. After an hour of searching, he still can’t find any of them, so he goes over to the front desk to ask about it.

“Did you perhaps receive a little treasure chest, a diadem, ah, a locket, a ring, a cup, or maybe even a diary recently?” Tom asks. It has only just hit him that not only did Harry give away his soul, but quite possibly all of his secrets that he kept in his diary. What a brilliant husband he is. No actually, Harry is pretty brilliant, but right now he’s very annoying. At least he didn’t give them Nagini... right?

“I’ll just check,” the lady at the desk calls someone over, and they have a little chat, and then she turns back to Tom, “Alright, we did get some of those the other day, but I think most of them have been sold already. Did you need them for any particular reason?”

Tom considers telling her. If he does, she might be able to tell him who bought them, but then again, he’s only a customer and things like that are confidential. So he gets a better idea, “Oh not really, but can I speak to your manager?”

The lady seems caught off guard, but then she replies smoothly, “of course, I’ll just tell her you’re coming over.”

When Tom is in the manager’s office, he sits down at the visitor’s side of her desk, and puts on his business face.

“Good morning, and what brings you here, Mr...?” begins the manager.

“Mr Riddle,” Tom finishes.

“Right, well I’m the manager, Hermione Granger, and by the looks of you, you don’t look like you’re here for a petty complaint,” says Granger.

“That’s right, Ms Granger. You see, I would like to ask if I could...” he pulls out his wallet, “buy this place.”

“Well, Mr Riddle,” Granger forces a laugh, “that is quite an unexpected request, I have to say. Erm, how much are you willing to pay?”

Tom tries to think of an amount of money that he has, “Well, how about £600,000?” Tom is sure he doesn’t have even that much, but he could just rob a bank and he’d have the money soon enough.

“Erm, yeah, sure. I mean, I don’t really like this job anyway, have it for £10 if you want,” Granger laughs.

“Really? Okay,” Tom hands her a £10 note. She takes it slowly.

“Oh. Right. Well, good luck with the business, see ya!” And she runs out. Tom smiles, and walks back out to where his new employees are. He spots the lady he’d been talking to before, and pulls her aside.

“Now, tell me, who bought those items I asked about before?” Tom asks.

“That’s confidential, sir. Sorry,” says the lady, trying to get back to work.

“I am your manager, I believe I should be able to know,” Tom snaps.

“Please,” the lady laughs, “Hermione Granger is the manager, not you!”

“I just bought this charity shop. I’m the manger,” Tom explains forcefully.

“Oh. Right. Well, I’ll give you list in a second,” the lady says nervously, walking back over to her desk. Tom waits, and then carefully reads the list when it is given to him.

“Thank you very much,” he says, and off he goes to hunt down his soul pieces. First, he looks for his diary, now belonging to a woman named Claire Barlow, and after a bit more research, Tom finds that she lives on Elm Row. Tom immediately departs for the house, and, after taking a moment to just admire the street, knocks on the woman’s door.

After a moment, a lady who must be Claire, opens the door, “uh, hello?”

“Hello, are you Claire Barlow?” Tom asks.

“Yes, I am. Who are you?” Claire asks suspiciously, an eyebrow raised.

“My name is Tom Riddle. I believe you-” but Claire cuts him off.

“Wait a second—Riddle? Is this your diary?” she holds up Tom’s diary, with his name printed on the front.

“Yes, that’s mine. May I have it back?”

“Um, no? I bought it because I thought I could do some great writing about this. I mean, you really poured your soul into this,” Claire smiles at the pages, and Tom looks at her, irritated.

“Quite literally, actually. But anyway, I really need that back now, thanks,” Tom says impatiently, holding out his hand to get it back.

“No! It’s mine! I bought it!” Claire yells.

“Yes, well that’s my private musings in there,” Tom utters.

“Then why did you send it to a charity shop?” Claire says mockingly.

“I didn’t, my husband did. Now give it back!” Tom grabs onto the book, pulling, but Claire is pulling back. They both pull on the diary so hard that any normal book would have split in two, but it doesn’t, because it has a soul inside of it.

“£10 for it? It’s the same price as a charity shop, then,” Tom grunts, pulling harder and harder on the book.

“No way! I’m not selling it!” breaths Claire, tugging at it even more.

“I won’t murder you if you give it back,” Tom stipulates.

“What the hell?!” Claire loosens her grip and Tom yanks it out of her hand before running off, back to his car.

“Thanks!” he calls, and drives off, leaving Claire to stand there, mouth open, looking bewildered.

The next item Tom goes to pick up is his diadem. Someone named Bill Adley owns it, and Tom swiftly drives over. He doesn’t want to go through all of the fuss he had to last time, so luckily he sees the diadem through an open window, and he stealthily creeps through, grabs it, and runs back to his car. Two down, three to go. Tom doesn’t really care about the treasure chest, it doesn’t have a piece of him inside it, so he doesn’t bother finding its whereabouts. Next on the list is the locket. Bought by a man named Samuel White. When Tom arrives, he can’t find any open windows, nor can he even see it, so he has to knock again.

“Hello, I’m Tom Riddle, and I want my locket back,” Tom explains quickly.

“What locket?” Samuel asks, confused about why some random person is at his doorstep demanding he returns ‘their’ things.

“You know, the one you bought from the charity shop,” Tom says.

“Oh, that one! Yeah, it kinda got stolen,” Samuel explains with a shrug.

“Oh, for God’s sake!” Tom exclaims, “who stole it?”

“I dunno, don’t ask me- oh, there he is,” Samuel points to a man just leaning on a lamppost down the street. Tom approaches him.

“Give me back my locket,” Tom demands.

“Can’t, sorry, it got taken off me,” says the thief. Tom rolls his eyes.

“By who?” asks Tom.

“Some lady called Dolly Umbrella or somethin’” he says.

“Are you sure?” Tom sighs.

“Yeah. Why, was it worth somethin’?” the man asks eagerly.

“Only my soul,” says Tom casually.

“Oh, so not much then, eh?” the man visibly deflates. Tom glares at him.

“Do shut up,” he growls, mentally adding him to his ‘kill’ list.

Tom looks for people with names similar to ‘Dolly Umbrella’, until he finally finds one living in London, and drives to her house.

“I’m Tom Riddle and you have my locket. Give it back,” Says Tom. He had found the lady just outside the house.

“No way,” she says.

“Yes way,” says Tom, watching the locket around her neck. Tom prepares, and then in one quick, swift movement, he snaps the locket off the woman’s neck, and runs for it, leaving yet another flabbergasted woman.

Next on the agenda is Tom’s ring, now belonging to person named Sam Becker who lives on Bywater Street.

As Tom walks down the road towards Sam’s house, he accidentally mutters out loud, “this... is... very colourful...” as he looks at the pastel-coloured houses. He arrives at Sam’s house, and notices them kneeling in front of a man, holding up a small box with Tom’s ring inside.

“Will you marry me?” Alex asks softly.

“Yes, yes of course!” the man cries, slipping on the ring. Tom marches over and takes the ring off him.

“Congrats, but this is my ring,” and he marches off again.

Lastly, the cup. Turns out some fancy restaurant was looking for antique cups, and so they’d bought Tom’s. He walks inside and orders some food after his long day. It’s a very fancy restaurant, but Tom isn’t planning on staying long, so he just orders some chips and, pointing to his cup on the shelf, asks for water in “that cup”.

Confused, the waitress passes Tom his order, and he quickly eats his chips, finishes all of the water in his cup, pays, and leaves with the cup.

Success at last!

“Harry, I got them all back,” Tom says happily, displaying his soul pieces, “Oh yeah, and I bought the charity shop.”

“You what now?” Harry gapes.

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jovialyouthmusic · 4 years

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Special Delivery 2

So a while ago I posted a fic prompted by @sirbeepsalot asking what I’d do if I met my crush in RL. Here’s the link I wanted to carry it on, and here’s the next instalment. I take Fabio out on a walk in the English Lake District after we meet when he delivers pizza to my door. It’s pure fluff and total fantasy. Please note that here ‘I’ am considerably younger than in reality, and single. I also seem to have no realistic means of financial support, but hey, this is fantasy.

Word Count 3k plus (too much editing lol)

No warnings. Please note this is written entirely in British English, so here are translations for those across the Pond though I’m sure you already know them; flat/apartment, Autumn/Fall, boot/trunk wellingtons/galoshes or rubber boots, digs/accommodation (see flat) rucksack/backpack, motorway/freeway, crisps/chips, cords/corduroy pants. I hope it doesn’t spoil your enjoyment.

The location we go to is real, and somewhere I have photos of the slate towers I mention, which I will post if I find them.

Pairing - me myself and Fabio Zuno...

Chapter 2 A Walk on the Wild Side?

The day after I had met the devastatingly handsome Argentinian model Fabio Zuno – delivering pizza, of all things - he had unbelievably rung me back as promised and we had arranged to drive into the Lake District, as he wasn’t working. I had to keep pinching myself after he’d rung off. To settle the butterflies in my stomach I made a picnic lunch and got out my walking boots and waterproof coat, though it wasn’t due to rain. It was a sunny day, warm for late autumn, and it had been cool and still, so a little colour was left on the trees. It was strange to think that in Fabio’s home country of Argentina the weather was ramping up for summertime. I had chosen an easy hill to climb where we would get a good view over the fells and lakes.

I had to pick him up from his digs, as the scooter he’d used to deliver pizza the night before was in service and one of his workmates was using it. The door that lead to the flats just round the corner from the takeaway had several different bell pushes on it, but looking up from my car as I parked and got out, I saw him waving from a window on the second floor. He gestured that he was on his way down, and I waited nervously. He wore cords and sturdy looking boots,a long sleeved shirt and carried a padded jacket. He stepped close to touch my shoulder, kissing me on the cheek. I steeled myself not to swoon, and my face burned where his lips had touched it.

‘Hola, Lisa.’ he grinned. ‘We go for a drive, yes? I like to see your beautiful English countryside.’ I nodded, and pointed at his boots.

‘They look good for walking, but I’ve got some wellingtons if the path is muddy’ He looked puzzled, and I opened the boot of the car to show him ‘Rubber boots’ I explained.

‘Ah!’ he nodded ‘Te entiendo – I understand. How big are they?’ he gestured to his feet. Being tall, he must have large feet, I thought – and stopped my musings on size right there.

‘Oh, they belonged to my father – he was tall like you, so I’m sure they’ll fit’ I smiled. He nodded. He had a rucksack and put it next to the boots, and got into the car while I walked around to the driver’s side. I waited while he strapped himself in.

‘This is very good of you, Lisa.’ he said as I started the engine ‘but you must do something for me.’ My heart did a little jump and I wondered if I was safe to drive with him sitting next to me, and what he was about to ask. He smelled fantastic – the woodsy aroma I had detected the previous night when he stayed to help me eat the pizza he had delivered at the end of his shift.

‘Oh, what’s that? I asked, fiddling with the air conditioning.

‘My English – one of the reasons I came here was to make it better. You must correct me if I’m wrong, yes?’ I breathed a sigh of relief.

‘Of course. You might want to say ‘please.’ You know we English are very polite. So ‘Please can you correct my English.’’ I replied, and clutched the steering wheel and took a steadying breath before I checked my mirror and pulled out onto the street. I was sitting in my car next to the devastatingly handsome Fabio Zuno. It was surreal – but it was true. I concentrated on driving until we were on the road that lead into the hills. I had decided not to take the motorway, instead opting for the smaller roads that lead up and over the fells and down into the nearest lake valley. It was slower and prettier and would show Fabricio the area at its best.

‘The Lakes are very popular this time of year, but some of the smaller hills are just as beautiful as the more well known places.’ I explained.

‘It is beautiful. Do you come out here often?’ I suppressed a giggle, and cast a sideways glance at him as we turned off onto a side road. He looked puzzled.

‘I’m sorry to laugh – that’s a popular pick up line – you know when you like someone and you want to get to know them better – you say ‘Do you come here often?’’

‘Oh!’ He laughed ‘But I do want to know you better’ I smiled and shook my head disbelievingly.

‘It’s the sort of thing you’d say in a bar or a nightclub.’ I explained, and he sighed.

‘You English, you are strange. I like you, I hope you like me too – and why should you not believe me?’ I shrugged.

‘It’s just the way we are, I suppose.’ I replied. I decided not to go down the ‘I’m not pretty’ road, it was too predictable. I resolved to take him at face value and see what happened. We carried on, I indicated various landmarks and he asked questions – and we fell into a comfortable exchange as we went higher up. I stopped at the top of the first hill where it widened out into moorland, and pointed out the hills ahead, telling him their names and where we were going. He got out his phone to take photographs, and then we went on.

Less than an hour later we pulled into a car park close to a favourite hill of mine, Castle Crag. It was a small rocky hill sporting a slate mine halfway up, and to get there we had to walk through a picturesque village. Many of the houses were built and roofed with the local slate, as grey as a wet winter day, and others were rendered and painted white or a pastel colour.

The gardens were neat and lush with splashes of colour from flowering bushes and bedding plants. As many tourists visited the area, the locals took pride in making their properties look presentable. The climate was classed as temperate rainforest, and the little valleys had high rainfall levels. In winter it was wet and windy, and all year round the weather could change rapidly. The in joke was that you could see all four seasons in one day. The higher hills often had snowy peaks in the winter, but since I had moved to the area, that was only periodic. It didn’t settle for longer than a few days.

At the top of the steep little hill we were making for there were spectacular views along the valley leading to one of the lakes. It wasn’t too high and would only take an hour of steady walking to the top, where I planned for us to eat the picnic I’d prepared.

‘Those boots are good.’ I remarked ‘You really need that sort of footwear for the hills here.I don’t think we’ll need the wellies for the hill.’

‘I have travelled to many places.’ he replied ‘Sometimes I walk in the hills. This place is a little like the Andes – but smaller.’ He rummaged in his bag and got out a woolly hat, pulling it over his glossy black hair. I hoisted my rucksack out of the car and he gestured toward it in query.

‘Food for when we get to the top.’ I explained.

‘It is heavy?’ he asked.

‘You should say ‘is it heavy?’ I explained ‘it will be lighter coming down.’

‘Ah, thankyou. Let me carry some things’ he offered, so we went through the contents and split the boxes and bottles. I got a walking pole out as well, and he looked sceptical.

‘It’s steep.’ I explained. ‘It’s safer, I don’t want to fall.’ He shrugged.

‘I will be fine.’ he said, and his eyes crinkled up as he grinned ‘I’m a model, I know how to walk’ and he laughed at his own joke. I tutted but couldn’t help giggling, and shut the car boot, pressing the remote key to lock it.

‘Come on.’ I said ‘Lunch at the top.’ We set off through the village and made our way to a footpath that skirted a stream. Sheep grazed nearby, and I pointed them out.

‘Those are Herdwick sheep.’ I explained ‘They’re native to the Lakes, and I think they’re cute. There are other mountain sheep that come from Wales, they aren’t as pretty.’

‘So the Herdwicks are models?’ he laughed, and I shook my head.

‘No more model jokes.’ I scolded, and he pouted before shrugging apologetically and flashing me his dazzling white toothed smile, making my knees go to jelly - again. I was glad of the walking pole for support, and pulled myself together. We carried on along the path toward the hill, getting into a steady rhythm until we reached a stile that went over a dry stone wall. The path got steeper and our pace slowed. We talked less as our breathing quickened, and I was glad of the walking pole. We stopped from time to time to catch our breath and look at the view as we climbed.

The path changed from a grassy slope to a narrow stony trail as it got steeper, until we came to the slate. Here thin slabs of the dark grey stone were built into walls on the steep hillside, and flakes littered the way, making it slippy as they slid across each other. Fabricio went ahead, holding onto the side from time to time as we started to scramble up higher. Our pace slowed to a crawl until at last we reached a plateau where the slate had been quarried decades ago. I was breathing a little harder than he was and stopped to get my breath. He waited, sitting on a slab of rock. Finally I waved to where the path diverged, one going upwards and the other staying on the small plateau.

‘This is worth a look.’ I explained. ‘This is where they quarried slate, and there’s lots of it still lying around.’

‘Okay.’ he smiled, and we walked along around a corner, where the open quarry came into view. It was not only littered with slabs of slate of all sizes, but walkers who had lingered had piled them up into heaps and towers. Fabio exclaimed with surprise and wonder at the sight. The summit of hills in the Lakes - like many other places - were marked by a pile of rocks, locally called a cairn, but here folk had given vent to their artistic nature, and some structures were cleverly balanced. The whole place took on a surreal atmosphere, amplified by the cawing of a lone crow which flew off as we took a few step in to the quarry.

‘Asombroso – amazing.’ He exclaimed, and we wondered around the impromptu sculptures. ‘People are paid for this?’ he questioned, and I shook my head.

‘No, folk just do it for fun. We could make something if you like.’ He considered his options for a moment.

‘Later, we eat first.’

‘Then we should go back to the path and eat at the top.’ I suggested, and we turned back and carried on up the side of the hill. It was only a couple of minutes to the flat top, a wide grassy area scattered with a few hardy trees and a big rounded outcrop of pale grey stone. The breeze was cool and the sun was reluctant to stay out due to the patchy white clouds. They drifted across the sky lazily casting their shadows across the hillside as they passed. On three sides there were higher hills, and the village we had started from was hidden. On the fourth side we looked down the valley toward one of the lakes, sparkling in the sunshine in the distance. Sheep were dotted around the fields and slopes, and hardy windswept trees straggled over the landscape. Low stone walls divided the land into fields and looped up and over the fellsides.

A family with two children nodded as they quit their vantage point at the very top of the rock, and we greeted them as we took their place. I took a deep breath of fresh air, the breeze buffeting my cheeks, hair tucked under a woolly hat similar to Fabio’s.

‘La vista es marvillosa. Marvelous.’

‘It is.’ I said proudly. ‘How does it compare to the Andes?’

‘As I said – smaller – much smaller. But beautiful.’ He replied, and turned to face me. He took each of my hands in his and leaned forward to kiss me on the cheek. ‘Gracias.’ he said as I blushed furiously. ‘I never would have seen this without you. You are very kind.’

‘And you are…’ you are Fabio Zuno and I cannot believe I’m here with you I thought before continuing ‘I’m pleased to show you. You’re welcome.’ I took off my rucksack and started to look for a sheltered spot for our lunch. We sat on the grass with our backs against the sun warmed rock and took out the boxes we had brought.

‘It’s nothing special.’ I said ‘Bread and cheese and crisps – cherry tomatoes, fruit, dates and flapjack.’

‘Simple is good.’ he said, taking a bread roll filled with strong cheddar. I took one and opened the bag of crisps, opening the bun and adding a layer of crisps. He looked at me curiously and then copied me, popping a cherry tomato in his mouth as he did so. He pointed at the pieces of flapjack I had added. ‘You made these too?’ he asked.

‘Mmm, yes.’ I finished my mouthful ‘Oats, butter and sugar with a bit of dried fruit. Very healthy.’

‘Hah. I have to be so careful what I eat when I’m getting ready for a photo shoot – go to the gym, train, get my muscles strong’ he flexed his bicep for me. I goggled, remembering the photos I had seen of his abs. He patted his stomach. ‘This is soft right now, but a few workouts and it will be flat.’ I found myself feeling a little hot, and struggled out of my coat before I carried on eating. Fabricio didn’t seem to notice, drinking in the landscape, a faint smile on his face.

‘Fantastica.’ he breathed, closing his eyes in bliss. ‘I have missed the fresh air, living in the city.’

‘It’s not such a big city.’ I replied, thinking of the terrace where his flat was located. Few buildings in the town were over four stories, and the town only held the title of city by the fact that it had an ancient cathedral within its boundaries. He laughed.

‘Yes, Buenos Aires is a real city, very crowded. There are trees on the street where I live here, but still it is small and people are close together.’ I felt a little guilty, as I was in the process of moving to a detached house just outside the city which had formally belonged to my parents, who had recently passed away. I had decided to rent out my little terraced house in order to pay off the mortgage. It was much smaller than the one where Fabio stayed, but I was the only person living there. My new residence was next to a road that was not too busy although the traffic was fast, and it sat in the midst of a large garden with mature trees.

We ate in silence and when I had finished I hugged my knees, gazing at the clouds floating high above us. Fabio stretched out on the grass beside me on his back and stared up at the sky, sighing happily.

‘How long are you staying?’ I asked.

‘Oh, I cannot stay for more than six months. I’ve been here for one’

‘I’m still curious how you ended up here. Why not London or Edinburgh?’ He rolled over onto his stomach and propped himself up on his elbows.

‘I put a pin in a map.’ he grinned. I stared at him.

‘Really?’ I asked, and he nodded.

‘Really’ he replied ‘I believe in fate. I was meant to come here – perhaps I was meant to meet you.’ I felt my cheeks grow hot again.

‘That doesn’t make sense.’ I replied

‘Fate doesn’t.’ he said. He came up to sitting again ‘We should go and build something in the quarry. I will put it on Instagram.’ I laughed.

‘It’ll be seen by a lot more people than on my account.’ I pointed out. ‘Particularly if you’re in it. Before you know it, folk will be coming here by the bus load’ He tapped the side of his nose and winked,

‘You can be my photographer. We keep the location a secret.’

‘Let’s go then.’ I suggested, and we packed our things away to walk back down to the quarry. It was deserted, save for a few small birds that flitted around looking for insects. It was sheltered and warm, and we put our rucksacks down before clambering around selecting rocks and building towers. Fabio made it into a race until his came tumbling down, narrowly missing him. After that we worked more slowly and tested our creations for stability. When we were happy with what we had made, we took photos of each other next to them, and he snapped a few more pictures of the location.

‘Come, let’s take one together.’ he suggested.

‘Only if you don’t put it on Instagram. I might get hate mail.’ He scoffed at my fears.

‘Only from stupid people.’ he replied. ‘I would block anyone so rude. But if you don’t want, that’s okay. I will keep it for myself.’ I smiled - he was so sweet and protective. It was real fun being with him, but I knew it wasn’t going anywhere, so I would just enjoy it while I could. In time – weeks or months – he would be off on a photo shoot or back home in Argentina, and I would be left with happy memories. I could live with that, I decided.

‘Here, I brought this.’ he said as we went back to our bags. He rummaged round and produced a chocolate bar.

‘Are you sure you should be eating that?’ I joked, pointing to his stomach ‘your next photographer might not be as pleased with a soft belly’

‘I walk it off.’ he grinned. ‘No problemo.’ We sat and shared it, looking at our creations adding to the strange aura of the quarry. We packed up, and set off back, taking a slightly longer route so that we walked completely round the little hill before looping back to the village. We chatted about places Fabio had been and where he wanted to go, and I told him about my housing situation.

‘I’ll be packing up boxes tomorrow. I’m moving to my parent’s old house, it’s bigger and has a garden.’ We had reached the car and were putting our things back in the boot.

‘Oh, is it far?’

‘Just ten minutes drive, outside town. The removal men come at the end of the week’

‘You don’t have anyone to help?’ he asked. I shrugged.

‘I thought it would be faster if I paid professionals. But it will take some time packing things away – books and clothes and so on. I can move those, but furniture is harder.’ We got into the car ready to drive back.

‘Let me help. You are kind and show me this beautiful place.’

‘Oh, but you must be busy working.’ I said as we set off.

‘I work in the evenings and go to bed late. I can come in the middle of the day if you like.’

‘That’s very – umm yes, thankyou’ I said. I felt hot again, and a little light headed at the though of spending more time with him. It was late afternoon when we got back to town and I stopped at my little terraced house to show him where it was so he could come over the next day.

‘I’m sorry, I’d invite you in for a drink or something to eat, but I’m tired.’ I explained

‘We can order food.’ he said persuasively. ‘and I can walk back to my home from here’ I stared at him, not sure if I was terrified or delighted at the prospect. ‘It’s alright’ he said soothingly ‘I pay for dinner, and I promise I’ll go home after. I won’t touch you’ He smiled ‘maybe a kiss on the cheek? Like a brother’ I looked back at him sceptically

‘Like a brother?’ He nodded, making a cross on his chest and holding his hand over his heart. The truth was, I was so tired I didn’t want to drive him home, and the thought of just sitting quietly with a cup of tea was tempting. I drew a breath and let it go slowly ‘Okay.’

Nothing ventured, nothing gained, I thought to myself.

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