#I hope this is alright?? qwq

[karimelthefloof]

I might have watched this show with my friends and the entire discord server has a new favorite show at the moment-

I wanna draw more screenshot redraws or just drawing the lil guys in other things cause their fun to draw :D

Also have the lineart cause im super happy with it at well>

oh yeah also the original screenshot here>>

[wallymcflubberfins]

OK last post for now iahsishak

Gave ya boy some upgrades! I mean nothing major but he's a lil different now, also changed up his story quite a bit, hope to write it and post it someday akbsidhsjsj

And this! The older one, the fanart of the first volume is much older, and the newer one was not too long ago

Anyway, my brother in law got me learning Japanese and got me into his japanese centric interests plus this trend was cute so I thought why not

I prolly shoulda put さん instead of くん but like idk ok I've not been learning for long and it only just hit me TT (update I’m dumb it’s correct aibsjdahsb ignore this bit lol)

That's uhh gonna be it for now I think!!

[closedcoffins]

@yorprincess / unprompted starter. ( yuri briar )

"Hi, Yor!!"

Yuri's visit is just as unannounced as they always are, but he's pleased to see that at least her lovely home isn't being tainted by a certain psychiatrist this time around. There's nothing that would spoil his panic-induced 'I-haven't-seen-my-sister-in-over-a-week' visit like Loid Forger's presence, after all, so the quietness of his and his daughter's absence is as good as music to Yuri's ears.

"Hm? Your husband's not home?" Yuri almost wants to ask if she's come to her senses and left him, but begrudgingly bites his tongue before the words can come out---Yor would never do that to someone. Loid, on the other hand... Yuri glances around, eyes narrowing. "He didn't abandon you, did he?! I knew it! I told you he was no good!"

It's particularly wishful thinking, but Yuri's very used to wishful thinking when it comes to willing Loid Forger out of his sister's life forever.

[fatuispolaris-archive]

continued from @knightglow​

“you just seemed to be staring so earnestly into the distance. i suppose the view of the sky does warrant such awe though, doesn’t it?” he leans back against the railing, elbows propped on it. he’s fairly casual about the whole interaction, but he doesn’t miss the way her gaze zeroes in on his vision. it’s a split-second action, but he knows that know regular person in teyvat would care to notice the trinket. they’d be far more concerned with his mask. 

“i’m tartaglia, though everyone i know prefers to call me childe. and you are?” he smiles, friendly and warm. he was admittedly curious because of her weapon and attire—he’d been all around teyvat, and while there were some similarities, there was also something distinctly different about it. was she another traveler? how intriguing. 

[blindedguilt]

♡ _  ♡ |[Inuart (@balladless) 'cause I'm validly curious. ]|

Send ♡ _  ♡ and my muse will name 1-3 Attractive and/or admirable traits of your muse!

Inuart...?

Leonard would be the first to admit it: He wasn't the most familiar with Inuart, at least not beyond what he had learned and heard from others during his time in the camp. He had heard about his skill and passion with song - But as he had not heard for himself, he feared the prospect of coming off as ingenuine - Still, hesitation tended to come off as impolite in these such circumstances where compliments were expected, and so Leonard, though an expression of deep thought still lingered on his face, tried not to keep quiet for too long.

"...Lord Inuart is a very noble man," Leonard began thoughtfully, "Surely, I cannot imagine the great challenge he must face every day seeing the ill fates of all those he had held so dearly. That he has maintained his kindness and loyalty to his sworn blood and accompanied them, no matter how they may have changed, is an admirable trait."

Admirable. He couldn't bring himself to say "Attractive", even theoretically - Inuart was still far too much of a stranger for him to be making such assumptions, much less be comfortable with it. Endearing may have been the more fitting word, though Leonard wouldn't have dared to say it - From what the hermit had understood, Inuart, having lost both his betrothed and brother in-spirit to the awful whims of the world, hadn't grown distant and fallen off from their lives... But rather, continued his talks and good cheer with them as if it were all the same.

Leonard was the last person to interest himself in other people affairs or histories of his own volition. Most of what he had overheard from the soldiers and his own allies in the camp - "You know about them", "Did you hear about so-and-so...?" - Were just as quickly forgotten by him the moment he passed by. Yet, something about Inuart's story (At least, what he knew of it) had lingered.

Perhaps it reminded him of his own childhood friends.

Leonard fell quiet. After a brief pause, he finally spoke with a small shake of his head.

"I feel it would be uncouth to state any such thoughts on one who I have yet to know. I am sure that Lord Inuart is a very fine man."

And that was all he could say on it.

[fastfists]

❝Don’t ask me why, I don’t need a reason.❞ Tosses my hedgehog to Knuckles

✧ Sonic the Hedgehog Lyric Starters - It Doesn’t Matter ✧

"Is t'at so? Seems t'me you do 'ave one..."

Was a small part of him curious? Perhaps. But, the guardian didn't really make it his business to get personal if someone wasn't willing — which was oozing off this one in waves. He wasn't about to fight him on that issue.

Besides, he'd only be concerned if the green hedgehog decided to be a problem or cause an issue. Especially where it concerned his floating home. Otherwise? He had no issues with him...for now.

"...but t'at ain't any o' m'business either way."

"So long as you ain't goin' t'cause any issues."

[cloudcountry]

WAA HI AUBBIE CONGRATD ON 3K YOU DESERVE IT ALL YOURE AN AMAZING WROTER AND PERSON so :3

May I get a bowl of blackberry crisp with strawberry bubble tea with a mostro lounge™ sponsored collaboration cup :3 (I hope I did this right qwq)

TAKE YOU SAPPHY ILY <333 MAY U HIT BARITONE WITH A TRUCK TODAY <3333

an order of romantic fluff with vil schoenheit!

Going out shopping with Vil had to be one of your favorite pastimes. He was always so wrapped up in his own little world when figuring out what skin care options would be best for you, getting in really close to observe your skin. It was a bit embarrassing, but you weren’t about to complain about the free guidance you were receiving to all these new brands, or the view he provided you with.

“I’ll be right back, dove. Keep looking and see if there’s anything you like. I’m going to look at lip products for you.” Vil presses a moisturizer into your hand before ducking behind a corner. 

You occupy yourself by looking through face masks, and apparently you’re also caught up in your little world because you don’t notice the person approaching you.

“Hey, I recognize you!” Neige beams, “You’re the manager for the NRC team at the SDC! I don’t believe I ever caught your name.”

“Oh...you’re Neige, right?” you blurt, nervously looking around for Vil, “Ah...yeah, I was.”

You tell him your name and he hums thoughtfully, plucking a circular container of skin cream off the shelf. You aren’t even thirty seconds into this conversation with Neige and you feel eyes burning into your back.

It hasn’t even been thirty seconds since Vil left and he’s already sliding up next to you, taking his spot by your side.

“Darling,” Vil drawls, “Ah, and Neige is here too it seems. Lovely day we’re having.”

Ouf, ice cold. You find yourself shivering, but Neige appears unaffected.

“Oh it is, isn’t it!” he replies cheerfully, “I was just talking to—”

“I see that, yes. Don’t you have places to be?” Vil says blandly, with as much faux kindness he can muster.

Again, it doesn’t seem to affect Neige one bit. He simply shrugs and presumably takes Vil's words as him worrying for a fellow star.

“Alright! See you around, you two!” he waves goodbye with a winning smile, walking right out of the aisle with a spring in his step.

Vil rounds on you almost immediately, lips twisted up in a frown and pretty eyebrows furrowed. You open your mouth but he seals it with his own, a quick kiss that leaves your mind dazed and jaw slackened.

“I found the perfect color for you.” Vil muses, swiping his thumb over your bottom lip, “My purple.”

[ayyy-imma-ninja]

Alright.

Maybe against my better judgement, I have unlocked all the previously locked stories on AO3.

Meaning anyone can go read them now.

Really hope I don’t regret this QwQ

[written-with-blue-ink]

Lyney and Kazuha separately (or just Lyney) with a reader who is beginning to get stretch marks and is deathly afraid that he will think she is ugly pls? Any pronouns are okay ofc ofc she/her is just preferred qwq I'm starting to get some and I'm feeling even more self conscious than I was before😭🙏🙏🙏 Stay safe and hydrated!💫💫💫

I just did Lyney if that's alright. I remember crying when I first got stretch marks so I completely get it. I hope this helps <3

Lyney X Fem! Reader Contains: Kitten as a nickname, Lyney is a cat-boy like Lynette, stretchmarks, undergarments, etc

Ivy on the Tower

Tonight was such a big night for Lyney and Lynette. The first time since Fontaine’s most recent flood that they got to perform once again at the Opera Epiclese. With this revelation, Lyney’s partner, (Y/N), offered their apartment for lunch and a space for the twins to get ready for the big night. 

The day was going great, Lyney assumed. The sandwiches and snacks that were catered were soft and comforting and the conversations between his siblings and his lover seemed to be going well. 

That was till they were getting ready. Freminet stayed in the living room while Lynette took the spare bedroom and Lyney took (Y/N)’s ensuite. Makeup was done and in the middle of tucking his shirt into his pants when he heard faint whimpering on the other side of the door.

Creaking it open, he saw his dear (Y/N) sitting on her bed in her undergarments, twisting and glancing at her skin and fingers running over it gently. Tears formed in her eyes as she couldn’t take her eyes off of her figure.

Feet silently tapped the floor as he crept closer but (Y/N) didn’t realize until he sat on the bed, scooching himself closer as he rested his head on her left shoulder. Their eyes met through the mirror’s reflection and the look of disgust and fear filled (Y/N)’s eyes along with tears.

“Kitten, what’s the matter,” he purred, curling his body closer and wrapping his arm around her body only for her to pull away. His tail wrapped around her hand and pulled her back, “Please tell me what’s wrong, (Y/N).”

His sharp eyes caught her cupping the sides of her body with her hands and he slowly moved his hands to hers. With effort, his fingers wrapped around hers and he was able to glimpse at what she was hiding. 

Faint white and purple lines rested on her hips and thighs and that only made him raise a brow, “Kitten, do you hate your stretchmarks?”

Knowing the jig was up, she let go of her sides and nodded. Pulling away with tears falling down her face as she sobbed, “I-it’s ugly, it’s hideous but I just have to live with it… You don’t…”

His periwinkle eyes melted as he pulled her back, fingers interlocking. “I would never find you ugly or hideous or leave you for something as simple as something natural your body does because I love it all.”

Grazing his finger over the stripes, he drew little five-petal flowers as he said, “It’s like ivy on a tower. It doesn’t take beauty away, it only adds to it as the tower ages and changes over time.”

His eyes looked back up and saw the soft smile and tears appearing on (Y/N)’s face. She moved, kissing his hair between the fluffy cat ears. “You are the sweetest,” she mumbled into his sleek blonde locks. 

The smirk he was known for grew back onto his face, “If it makes you feel any better, I have concealer in the bathroom if you really need to cover them up.”

Leaning into his arms, their backs hit the mattress and she curled into his chest for warmth and comfort. “No, your words were more than enough…”

[lowkeyrobin]

If you don't mind, Could you do Quackity teaching his s/o how to ride a bike? I honestly have no clue, cause I was never taught qwq (My dad was sick and my mom was taking care of him-)

Thank you!

oh yeah sure! ; and dw I never learned either, nor how to swim (I tried once I was older but couldn't) or anything like that lol ; also I hope everything's alright, and I apologize for the reason why you never got to learn, hope your parents are both okay 🫶 ; thanks for requesting, hope you enjoy! ; I split this into the beginning like a oneshot and then the actual thing into hc cause I had no motivation to write it all out nor would I know how LMAO

QUACKITY ; practice makes perfect

summary ; alex teaches you how to ride a bike

warnings ; language

word count ; 420

masterlist

It wasn't any surprise to Alex when you told him you never learned how to ride a bike. He knew about your lonely childhood, and decided he'd help you learn one sunny day.

You had no idea about this, however. You suspected nothing when he snuck off to Walmart to bust a couple hundred dollars on a bike for you, deciding to not wait around and procrastinate. You'd both win, considering he wanted to vlog it, or at least stream it.

"Y/n, do you wanna go to the park?"

"Sure! Let me get my shoes on!"

Once you arrived at the park, you wait for him to get out of the car, his phone in hand as he set up the stream on his cellular device. You stand by his side, watching as he opens his trunk to reveal a bicycle. You furrow your eyebrows, confused as to where it came from.

"Y/n, I'm teaching you how to ride a bike today!" Alex cheers, revealing the existence of the stream to you.

You blink. "Really?"

"Yeah!" He smiles. "I kinda forgot about a helmet and stuff but you'll be okay"

You chuckle, holding his phone for him to say hello to stream while he pulls the bike out of the trunk.

safe to say it was NOT easy

he may have known how to ride a bike but that doesn't mean he can teach you how

he was holding onto you for a while trying to help you balance and stuff

after a while he'd start to let go

and you'd freak out and stop yourself cause you'd become unbalanced and would've hurt yourself

"Alex stop letting go!"

"You have to stop being scared"

"I can't just stop being scared dude"

you came a long way tho

you ended up with a lot of scrapes and bruises but you can ride a few yards without tripping up

you just need to work on your balance more

you came out the next day to continue practicing on the pavement and stuff

hed jog beside you as you pushed the bike yourself

he'd ended up being your little savior lol

he'd catch you every time you'd have to stop yourself / fall

he's so proud of you tho

you picked it up so fast lmfao

later in the week (after lots of practicing and working on it) he took you out to eat and got you ice cream

mini celebration ❗️❗️

you tweeted "I kinda know how to ride a bike now. I'm hot"

he replied with "😍😍😍"

[watatsumiis]

General!!! I've been binge reading all your works and they're all so good I'm having so much fun I'm crying ajsjdjd😭can I make request of how they react when they walk in on you changing?? Like I was hoping you can write this one for Cyno and Tighnari and add your fave too but if no it's completely fine!! Dkdkdk take good care of urself wuv u muah

Omg I'm really glad you've enjoyed them so much !!!! You take care of yourself too !! squishes you (affectionate)

Thanks so much for the request, I sure can do that!

Content: Gender neutral reader (referred to as 'you'), pre-established platonic relationship (I hope that's alright, nonnie, since you didn't specify otherwise!).

Characters: Cyno, Tighnari, Ayato, Zhongli (You said I can add my fave but I love them both so much qwq I hope you don't mind)

Cyno is probably super weird about it. Like, painfully awkward. He'll just stand there for a solid few seconds, staring at you in this state of undress with really wide eyes as he just PANICS. You'd think the General Mahamatra would have better instincts than this, really, but he just makes it awkward for everyone involved. He may try to make some kind of clothing or nudity related joke to try and lighten the mood but it most certainly doesn't work. He's less embarrassed and more just... awkward about it. It takes him far too long to just turn around and leave.

Tighnari walks in and may just continue talking at you for a few moments before he's processed what's going on. Depending on your reaction, he may just continue to linger or apologise and immediately walk out, leaving you be until you decide to come back out of your own volition. He won't bring it up or anything, he's generally pretty on the ball with awkward situations like this. Though sometimes he'll just stand outside the room and continue talking to you (especially if he was in the middle of saying something).

Ayato is a gentleman, he's quick to apologise, do a 180 out of there, and never bring it up again - though he may hang around outside, if you take too long he'll ask if you need a hand - at first it seems flirty and cheeky, but in reality he's just a sheltered, privileged rich boy - he has attendants to help him dress every morning and is more than happy to call one of them to come help you. He may even make a comment on your clothing, querying about the brand or if you need something replaced. It really makes you wonder how someone can be so entirely clueless.

Zhongli is completely and utterly clueless - even after all of this time living among mortals, there are certain things that he forgets about on occasion, and the fact that mortals dislike being seen in a state of undress seems to be one of them. He'll just stand there in the doorway, looking at you as he talks away. It takes you yelling at him or physically pushing him out of the room to make him go away.

Please don't repost, steal, copy or otherwise plagarise my writing! This includes posting translations to other sites.

[kotkamoon]

Some fanart for a couple of Clan Gen blogs!!!!

Disclaimer: This is the first time I used markers (and on tracing paper-- god they're fickle!). I also made a couple of other cats but alas... They looked HORRIBLE. I might try again in the future

But I needed some practice so… Just turned it into something fun!

Lee - @fallenclan - *explosion sound effect* i love him

Rainstar - @newt-clan - i just rlly like how she keeps vibing with an outsider ++ twoleg food lmao

Fogtail - @wyrm-clangen - hoping she gets some Ws soon QwQ

Sunleopard - @antclan-blogs - aaa she will be missed (idk if i got her design right tho-- considering the sprite but i hope it's alright!)

Frondstar - @coyoteclan - i love how she swears, probably calling Grayswan a bitch rn

[bunnys-writing]

Hi there!! Its been a while since i sent a request so i hope im doing this alright qwq

Can i request for Lyney x fem!reader who is an artist (a painter specifically) who is insecure about her art and what people think of her in general? And Lyney perhaps comfort her with reassuring words a lil flower :) tysm in advanced!

"HIS FAVOURITE ARTIST"

...in which Lyney finds out you're going through a bout of art block thanks to your mental health, and has to make sure his favourite artist knows how much he adores her!

(author's note at the bottom!)

"Hello (Y/N)!"

The singsong voice of your favourite man at the door pulled you from your thoughtful haze. You looked back in your stool at him and he beamed.

"Ah, Lyney! It's not already that late, is it?"

You looked around the art room, lamenting the lack of clocks, before looking out the window to see it was still twilight.

"Ah- no no, tonight's show was cancelled. Some ruckus in the crowd drew us to a faster end than planned."

"Oh, I see. Are you and your siblings okay?"

"Yes of course, not to worry, none of us were anywhere near it."

Lyney had travelled the large room to you at your canvas, hands wrapping around your waist as he rested his chin on your shoulder.

"Hmh, not feeling much motivation today either?"

You looked at the canvas; a few light, aimless strokes of lead were the only proof you'd even touched it. You frowned a bit, fidgeting with the pencil still in your hand. "...No."

This had been a recurring issue for a few weeks now. You had always painted such beautiful works, but larely, you'd been in a rut of sorts. You'd try to get started on a piece only to fall short a few minutes in.

That's what your boyfriend knew.

What he didn't know was that the reason you continuously failed to inspire yourself to draw was because of all the raging feelings inside of you. You were a nobody in the art industry, and what was worse, you were a nobody to yourself just as much. You didn't have any real talent in your own perspective.

So you'd sit and mull over every thought, every comment, every wrong look you or your art had ever endured, and you'd only really zone back in if someone or something came up. It was a viscious loop.

".../N)? (Y/N), you're spacing out again..."

Right. Your boyfriend.

"Sorry, Lyn, I'm just a little tired I think..."

Lyney looked at you with concern. He knew you were hiding something. He knew this had started after the most recent art expedition you'd been to. You'd refused to talk about it, but Lyney was beginning to think the only way to help was to pry a little.

"(Y/N), at the gallery, a few weeks ago," You didn't catch yourself flinching until it was too late. Lyney noticed. "You came home tired and never told me what happened. Then you started losing your motivation, and now...you're barely engaging with your art anymore...What happened?"

You looked into his eyes. He looked so concerned. You looked away to mute the guilt.

"Just some critics. People were...very honest. It was a bad day, that's all..."

Lyney gently guided your chin with his hand, getting you to look at him again. His heart broke at the exhausted look on your face. Your heart broke in tandem.

"(Y/N)...You are the brightest soul I know. Your art is inspirational and moving, and...it's always such a blessing to see the world through your eyes in your paintings.

People won't always agree with me, or see your vision, but the point is that it's not their vision to understand. It's wholly and truly yours."

His other hand gently placed itself on your chest. He felt your heart skip a beat. The hand under your chin travelled up to tuck a stray hair behind your ear.

"I love your works. I love to see the fine details. I love when you explain your perspectives and your creative choices, because it's your heart on a canvas, and I get the first look. It's really one of my favourite parts about your art. They don't get that privilege, you know?"

You smiled, relaxing in his hold as he smiled in turn. He brought you in closer for a hug, and you found yourself squeezing him just a little tighter.

"Thanks Lyney."

"What can I say? You're my favourite artist in the whole of Teyvat."

Your next piece was showcased at Fontaine's next expedition. It featured spirals of purple, red, yellows and browns, highlighting a beautiful rose in the middle that was speckled with gold.

Coming up with the title was simple. It was based off of your lover, after all. Your magician, your light, your forever...

Your 'Muse'.

Thanks for requesting!!

As an artist, I totally get the feeling of insecurity that comes with publishing any works, and sometimes it really does feel like the hours and days you pour into your craft don't end up meaning much, but as Lyney said, as long as it's your vision, that's already perfect.

Thanks for reading! 🫶

(Requests are open! Check out my pinned for more info!)

[ikamigami]

Okay so.. Moon will be talking with Old Moon really soon.. and I think that it'll happen on 14th for more angst for us.. you know cause then we'll be on edge if Moon will come back the next day or not.. while for sams it'll be happening exactly on the same day Moon died, I believe so more angst for Sun.. cause you know.. Sun will be worrying himself over a thought if Moon will come back or die just like the Old one did..

Funny time for our Sunny boy.. and us 🥲

And poor Sun wants to apologize to Old Moon cause he still blames himself for his death.. and definitely everything else as well.. QwQ

It's making me sick 😵‍💫

I hope that everything will go well..

Also I really hope that Old Moon will apologize this time for everything.. like yeah I get it that he wasn't bad person etc. but he was still abusive towards Sun and he should apologize for that!

I swear some of you just really love to ignore the abuse Old Moon inflicted on Sun 🫤

I hope that New Moon will understand where Old Moon was coming from but I don't want for him to condone his awful actions. I even more want New Moon to tell all the hard truths to Old Moon and even yell at him if needed.

But I think that yelling won't be needed because I think that (hope) that Old Moon really truly realized after he died how much he hurt Sun and that he caused most of Sun's trauma and that mental issues Sun has are mostly from this trauma..

But I believe that showrunners also want to finally put to rest all these discussions about Old Moon and how some people just completely brush off how abusive he was just because he was traumatised and had mental issues as well.

Because let me be clear: all the things Old Moon suffered through are no excuse to how awfully he treated Sun and how he knew that he should change and how he knew that he should talk to Sun about many things but he never did.

I hope that Sun will be alright because I'm sure that if something bad will happen he'll blame himself for this as well.. 😢

I'm glad that Monty/Money are closer friends with Moon once again ^^ That's a good thing from this episode.

I also hope that they'll be able to change Bloodmoon at least so they won't kill them off this time..

[blindedguilt]

“How much death have you seen?”

Yes, ask that to the blind man.

Leonard was quiet for a long while in response to that question. The words weighed something heavy on his heart - His thumbs rubbed slowly across his lap, back and forth before a slow breath finally made itself heard.

The image of the last thing he saw was still all that lingered beneath his eyelids - The crackling roar of the fire raging and glaring against his vision, the still, small bodies strewn against the grass - He remembered the shapes of the splatters and pools of blood against the dirt and ground, how the fire reflected off of them, the cramped position of their outstretched hands and the way the arrows stretched from their place in their backs, unmoving. The swinging, gleaming, green light. 'What was the last thing they saw, I wonder?' The thought was still unbearable to Leonard, and tormented him constantly. Anyone around him could very tell when it struck, the way his face pained and tightened, how the very atmosphere seemed to grow heavy around him - But never the what. He couldn't say it. He wouldn't say it. Since the day of his pact, Leonard had been witness to many more murders that haunted his mind. His eyes were merciful to the sight he had suffered of his brothers, yet his other senses hadn’t been so kind - There were times he suddenly was faced with that distinct smell of blood on the ocean again, the smell of ripping viscera and stomach fluids. The sickening sound of children’s screams and pleas, the fall of small, weighted bodies on the grass and the cold, steel sword that drove them through. Some sickness always struck upon him in these moments, as if he were actually there - And there were times, in his dreams, that he was.  He never wanted to know what any of it could have looked like, if only to keep the threats of a potential greater imagination to rest. Leonard didn’t need to, really. Everything drew itself back to that last vision eventually - Were they the same screams and pleas his brothers gave while he remained deaf in the woods? Had the animals come to dig those rotted bodies out from their shallow graves and rip them apart the same way? 

“......” That same, pained expression again. His head lowered, as if to hide it. Leonard didn’t answer.

[rs-wonderland]

Hello, here is my order, I see that I forgot to send it ay I would like a bit of anguish that ends in comfort :')), when orphaned mc fem realizes that her mother (the person she loves the most in the world) was actually not as good to her as she remembered now that she has grown, she realized all the negligence that her mother had with her , which leads mc to enter a state of deep sadness, just for pomefiore pls I hope it doesn't sound too harsh qwq have a good day and thanks for creating this blog ^^

"Whats wrong with Mc?" Epel asks as he comes back to his dorm. Rook and Vil were sitting in the living room as usual having some tea. "What do you mean? Mc seems fine to me." Vil said as he looked at Epel. "I don't know, she was acting strange today. She didn't really talk as much, and didn't want to go with me and Deuce to Sam's tommorow."

Rook and Vil looked at each other and than Rook decited to go and for a visit to Ramshackle dorm.

"I just think both of you are overreacting, there are fine. Probably just tired." Epel said as there were walking into Mc's dorm. "Weren't you do one that was worried most in the first place, Epel?" Vil said roling his eyes at him. "Its better to be safe than sorry my friends." Rook said as they were looking around the dorm.

"Mc! You there?" "Quit yelling so loud Epel!" "What else am i suppost to do?" As they were fighting, Rook walked up stairs to see if Mc was in her room. He stopt when he heard her crying. "Mc?" Rook said softly as he knock on the door. "It's us, Rook, Epel and Vil. We wanted to see if you were alright." After a minute there was no answer. Epel and Vil already walked up stairs.

"Is she there?" Epel asked softly as he stood by Rooks side. "Yes, but the don't want to answer." Vil came closer to the door and knock softly three time. "Mc? Could we come in please? Epel said you look sad, so we came to chek on you." Vil opend the door to find you on your bed, your back turned to face the door. "Go away. Im fine." You said with a sniff. "See, she is fine-" Rook cut off Epel in middle of his sentence. "Mc, whats the problem, why are you so sad?" Vil asked as he moved to sits on the edge of you bed.

"Its nothing, im fine!" You said as you shoot him a glare and then turned around to face them wiping your tears. "Well it doesn't look like your are fine." Epel said, Rook just roled his eyes at him and moved to sit on your bed beside Vil. "You know you can tell us everything, right? We just want to help you."

You looked at the three man staring at you, you know they were worried but- how can you tell them? Like guess what? The woman i thought loved me that i loved more than anything, treated me like shit!

"It-it's just not important, i am just stressed from school and-" "No you are not, we don't have anything for up coming week." Epel cut you off with his sharp words, that's it, you can't think of no more possible excuses. Well maybe there are more, but from the whole situation you couldn't remember none.

"Mc if you don't want to tell us we won't force you but- we are just worried. Did some students made you cry?" Rook asked his tone is lot more calm and relaxed. "If they did, i'm gonna kill them-" Epel's words were cut by Vil's dead glare to him. "No, no one from Night Raven made me cry. Seriousely i am just fine. I was just- remembering stuff from my home..." You said in almost a whisper, yea, remembering everything how it was, and it was not good.

"Sad memories, huh?" Vil said with a soft tone. "Mc what is this?" Epel said holding a broken photo frame in his hands. The one that you broke from anger that you had to your mother, that anger soon after that become unberable sadness and pain.

"Is that your photo with your mother, Mc?" Rook said as he looked at the photo frame Epel was holding. "You looked, happy." Vil turned to look at you, as he said with a soft and calm tone. "Mc dear, is your mother reason that you are crying right now?" The whole room went silent. What now? What now? What now?

"I- i missed judge her, i thought my mother-" you tried to say with tears in your eyes that were falling like a water fall. "I- i loved her, i really did, but- everytime i tried to remember her, now i realize that my love for my mother was one way and-" Epel hugged you tightly. You can swear that Vil let out a small tear, you hugged Epel back looking at the three boys. Rook looked at you in shock cleary not knowing how to react. Vil was no better from him, all tho he still put his hand on yours.

"Mc, i am so sorry to hear that. We had no idea about your mother." Vil said in a claming voice, it sounded like an soft whispered more. Rook moved to sit down beside you, hugging your side, it looked like he wasn't plaing to let go of you anytime sooner. "You know Mc, sometimes..." Vil said with a soft sigh. "Sometimes people we care about are not the one's that would do the same for us, sometimes we have to let does kind of people go. And let bad memories go with them too." Vil moved a lock of hair that was on your face with a gentel smile. Vil let Rook continue the talk. "But at the end, that doesn't mean we have to forget them. Most of the time they help us learn a lot, and teach us not to make the same mistakes again." You sighed, you felt your body weight shift from you, you felt relaxed.

"We love you Mc, no matter what. You don't have to hide these things from us. Bc we are always gonna help you work it out, we can work everything out. Together." Epel finally moved his head to face you and to look at you. It made you smile honestly, you were glad that you have three of them.

Vil joined the hug, all of you were smiling as you felt the warmt of there body's. It relaxed you, it comfored you. "We love you Mc." It was all they said before continuing to nuzzle onto your side. "I love you guys to..." Now you know that no matter what, the boys will be there as your number one supporters.