#I was going to put character descriptions under a cut so it was shorter

[fisshontoast]

ID: a digital drawing of my oc, osian, and two children. Osian is sat on a short wall, one knee up with the foot resting on the wall and the other down. It has one hand lifted, gesturing as it talks. Hanging onto its arm is a young girl who is kneeling beside it, mouth open in excitement. In front of osian and the girl is a boy sitting cross-legged on the ground, with an amazed expression. Osian has a speech bubble, and it is telling the story of a hero fighting a dragon, illustrated by simple images. Osian is a person with short dark hair, antlers, deer ears and pale skin. It is wearing a red feathered cape, an oversized yellow shirt, brown trousers, and a pink mask painted with flowers and leaves. The girl is wearing a red dress and has light blue hair and the boy is wearing a blue shirt and brown trousers and has dark blue hair. The background is a row of houses with a few people walking around. /end ID

Fuck it I'm drawing full illustrations of my ocs now

[sevikasenby]

three months. (ao3 link)

a/n: first fic for @sevikaweek and i thought i’d end the last day, the deal, with another ending <3

summary: sevika goes into hiding because of the war between piltover and the undercity and you and sevika make a deal, a promise even: 3 months. that was it. rating: explicit, MDNI wc: 2,983 warning for major character death, mentions of blood

AGELESS BLOGS, MINORS AND MEN DNI

“they won’t find where i’m going. hell, they hardy know where this place is anyways so-“

“yeah they don’t know where we are right now, so why can’t you just stay here, sev!?” 

sevika stared at you. she opened her mouth to speak but closed it and let out a long, weary sigh and looked around. you were both stood in the living room because she had come to you with this while you were lounging on the couch. 

she knew you were frustrated, hence why you had just snapped at her a bit, but she was to because you weren’t understanding. maybe you never would. 

she looked at you with saddened eyes, “because you’re not a target, baby.”  she lifted her hand to cup your cheek, letting you nuzzle into it. “if they find this place and they see you with me, they will either take you or kill you too and i cannot let that happen.”

the enforcers were after sevika, but mainly jinx, wanting them dead or alive, and anyone who could’ve been helping either of them, hiding them, etc because of the war between piltover and the undercity going on. they already got a couple people including some firelights, lock and even singed because of the shimmer distribution. 

ran was actually the one helping jinx, letting her stay in their apartment since it was a bit like yours and sevika’s, off the enforcers radar and likely they wouldn’t be caught here. you had even questioned why sevika couldn’t go and stay with ran. she said it was because they were already hiding someone and she didn’t want to put them more at risk for helping. 

sevika just didn’t want to chance anything. she wanted to leave to keep you safe, to go to an even more secluded area, one far back in the undercity in hopes the enforcers would be too scared to go back there. 

“look,” sevika started when you looked away from her, thinking about what she said. “i’ll make a deal with you. give it three months. that’s it.”

“three months? for what?”

“in three months everything should be died down enough to where i can come back and be alright living here. probably will still keep low profile but it should be fine.”

“and if it’s not?” you placed your hand on top of hers where it still rested on your cheek. 

“then i stay where i am and i will come back to you as soon as it is, i promise. until then, you stay here. ran, i’m sure will keep you company, and you do not, under any circumstances, come looking for me. deal?”

it was your time to sigh. you raised your hand and moved the few stranded of hair out of face. she had cut her hair a lot shorter as a way to disguise herself, she had actually changed her whole outfit (jinx made her go shopping) for that matter, a new dark purple cloak. she had a new mech arm (jinx actually made some of it) and even got her first piercing right under her bottom lip. obviously it wasn’t going to disguise her a hundred percent but enforcers would be looking for her with a different description than she has now. 

“okay.” you said after a while. you still didn’t understand why she couldn’t just stay where she was, here with you. yes she wanted to protect you but just as she said, enforcers really didn’t know where they were. yes it was a chance of them coming your way, but sevika couldn’t bare the thought of anything happening to you so she decided herself that she was going to leave, that it was the best option for the both of you. 

two days later sevika had packed her bags. it wasn’t much, she’s never been someone to own a lot of things, she just packed what she needed. she also packed her clothes that were in the closet and put them away so just in case enforcers did make their way in, they wouldn’t know she lives here, they would only think you did. 

you laid in bed that night, resting on sevika’s chest, catching your breath, a pit of despair looming over you knowing what was coming the following day. you just had sex, like any regular night. but this time it wasn’t rough, it wasn’t fast, it felt completely different. yes you’ve had sex where it wasn’t your regular fast pace. this felt softer. her touch was somehow even more gentle than it normally was. it was slow, like she didn’t want it to ever end. she kept you close to her, her fingers were never not intertwined with yours as her wet clit moved against you. 

maybe you saw the tears in her eyes right before she buried her face in your neck, clearly not wanting you to see, but you didn’t mention it. and maybe a few of your own tears fell into her hair as you wrapped one of your arms around her, holding the back on her head. sevika didn’t notice. 

yes she was only going away for 3 months, not really a long time, so why were you both crying? it was probably because there was a possibility of her not coming back, you both knew it, but it was never said. because if its never spoken out loud, maybe it wouldn’t be real…

you looked up at her, rubbing you thumb across her chest. “i love you so much, sev.”

“i love you too, baby. you don’t understand how much i love you.” she leaned down to kiss your lips. “i barely even understand it.” 

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the next morning it was quiet. too quiet for sevika’s liking. because sevika left before you even woke up since she knew she wouldn’t be able to leave after seeing the look in your eyes knowing she’s gonna be gone for three months, maybe even longer, but the hope was only three. she left with the memory of you sleeping peacefully, of you humming softly in your sleep as she caressed your hair and rubbed your back. 

if she sat at her desk, debating if this was the right decision once again and if she had tears slowing falling down her face while she kissed your forehead and made her way out the door once telling herself again that it was, it was the right decision, you didn’t need to know that. 

you woke up to a cold, empty bed. you weren’t necessarily surprised, she’s left to go to work way before you woke up at times. but this time was different. she was gone. you weren’t going to see her for what is probably gonna feel like a life time for you. for the both of you. 

you reached out and grabbed her pillow to hug to your chest. when you did, something caught your attention. her old outfit along with her old red cloak were still draped over her desk chair. you had washed them the other day and you knew you had to put them up and keep them away incase enforcers were to show. but at that moment you couldn’t, you got out of bed and grabbed her cloak, wrapping yourself in it as you hoped and prayed to whatever was out there that sevika would be safe and that she came back to you in one piece. 

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it was a little over two months later, three months was just around the corner. you were starting to feel a little bit of hope bubble up inside of you. shit had died down as sevika had said, (other than the incident that happened about two weeks ago) and enforcers were getting tired of running in circles and the number of them that came down to the underity kept lowering. 

right after sevika left, it was a bit rough. ran had came by and stayed with you for a full day or two to keep you company and make sure you were doing okay, reminding you that sevika knew what she was doing, that she wouldn’t have left if she didn’t think it was the best option. they didn’t stay the night because enforcers were more likely to be coming down while it was dark but they came by almost every day to check in on you. 

you finally decided that you could do this. you trusted sevika. you trusted her with everything in you. and again, three months was just around the corner. 

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a knock on the door interrupted your thoughts as you were getting ready to go to bed. it was a quiet night, only hearing the pitter patter of rain hitting the roof. you went and looked through the peephole in the door (because sevika reminded you to not open the door until you check who it is) and saw that it wasn’t an enforcer. 

so you opened the door and stared at ran in front of you, they were looking down. their hair and clothes were soaked bc of the rain and when they finally looked up at you, you could see their makeup was running down their face. 

they were sobbing you realized and your heart stopped. you looked down to see what they were holding and…

oh. 

sevika. 

she came back to you…but only one piece of her came back. 

the wet purple cloak was clutched tightly in their hands and your heart started racing, you started shaking and tears immediately formed in your eyes when you noticed the red splotches on it. 

“i-i-i’m sorry.” ran stuttered out. they stumbled inside just enough to where they would fall into you and you both nearly hit the ground. 

“no, no, no, no ,no-“ you started and ran wrapped one of their arms around you, let out a chocked sob and then both of you were on the ground, almost in the middle of the doorway while it was still raining. you felt the cloak in between you two and the tears finally fell. you felt completely empty, shattered, like you wanted to scream at the sky and sob until the only thing rolling down your face was the rain. 

three months…that was the deal. it was almost here. and now it never will be. 

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it was hours after ran came by, hours after ran stopped crying, hours after you stopped sobbing into the purple cloak, now soaked with your tears instead of the rain. it was hours after the rain had stopped and it was past midnight that ran was finally able to tell you what happened. 

they didn’t know, really. they told you they ran into an old friend and one of the first things he said to ran was “oh, and i’m really sorry about sevika.”

ran was confused by what he said and their friend then realized they didn’t know what he was talking about. he was hesitant to tell them, of course, but told them what he knew. 

he said he saw three zaunite’s coming from a house about two weeks ago, way back in the undercity where he roamed about a lot simply because it was quiet, less people. it was safe, but maybe not so much anymore. the three men were clearly carrying a body with a white sheet over them. as they walked, a mech arm had slipped out and hit one of the guys in the leg and startled him. ran’s friend recognized it as sevika’s.

ran asked him to show them where the house was and he did. ran rushed into the house, noticing the trail of blood going up the steps and was met with one of their worst fears inside. the purple cloak on the floor was the first thing they noticed. then they noticed the blood on the cloak, then on the floor. it was enough that ran rushed back outside to throw up over the side of the railing as they were almost hyperventilating.

the enforcers must have found her and shot her, is the conclusion ran came to. after a bit of silence, a few sniffles heard here and there, ran questioned how you were going to tell jinx. 

you had absolutely no idea. all you knew was that sevika’s gone. she’s been gone. and you had no idea. 

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sevika had heard from listening in on a few peoples conversation that another wave had started. more enforcers were swarming the undercity. what she didn’t know was it was because jinx almost got herself caught. it was an accident, of course, she didn’t mean to get in the line of sight of an enforcer when all she wanted to do was to go to jericho’s for a little snack for her and ran. but it pissed the enforcers off enough that they decided to adventure deep into the city to look for her. 

sevika went out, as she usually did. she checked every other day to see how things were doing, to try and see how many enforcers were out. but that night she went out at the wrong time because two enforcers were making their way down in search of jinx, thinking she might’ve been hiding deep in the shadows of the undercity. 

she noticed them before they noticed her. she turned around quickly, but not quickly enough. they had caught the end of her cloak, running up on her and she turned around when she heard the noise. they recognized her immediately, her mech arm poking out beneath her cloak. 

she didn’t have the time to think before one of them fired a shot at her, hitting her in the chest and knocking her to the ground. she had just enough energy to power her mech arm and use her blade to slice both legs of the enforcer who shot her. he screamed and fell to the ground in front of her.

the enforcers then decided that fuck it, she was shot, there’s a long way out of here and she wasn’t gonna make it out, so the enforcer helped his friend to his feet and they left, leaving sevika on the ground. 

she placed her hand over where she was shot, blood running down her hand. she knew she had to make it back inside, at least. breathing was getting difficult and her eye sight was blearing but she managed to get up the steps and inside the door. that was as far as her body would let her go. 

she was flat on her back on the floor of the run down house she was in. her own shuttered breath was the only noise she heard. the only thing she felt was a burning sensation in her chest. she knew she had to put something other than her hand on her wound but her cloak was tangled beneath her mech arm. she did her best and at least got it over her head but she tried and failed at pulling it out, giving up when her good arm was too weak to do so. 

she coughed and moved her head to the side to spit the blood out. as her eyes started feeling heavy, they started drooping and her mind started wondering. she thought of you. she thought about how she left almost three months ago. she left you sleeping peacefully, curled into the blankets where you were previously curled up in her arms. you always loved being in her arms, she was always so warm. but right now she felt cold, so so cold. 

she wondered for a moment how you were. if you were eating, drinking, getting enough sleep. she wondered if ran and jinx were  doing okay, if they were still safe. ran became sevika’s friend after they both started working for silco. the first thing sevika noticed was that ran never said much. which was never an issue. then she noticed they were the only person who could come close to beating her at cards and then suddenly they were friends. jinx was…well she was jinx. sevika may have felt a bit (a lot) of hatred for her in the past, mostly for blowing her up multiple times, but the little shit had grown on her. not that she’d ever let jinx know that.

now the burning pain in her chest was getting unbearable and a tear slipped down her face. she thought about what if she had stayed and just for a moment she almost regretted leaving you. she thought about what would’ve happened if you were with her right now. you would probably be frantically trying to stop her bleeding, that is if you hadn’t been shot along with her, which was more likely. if you hadn’t been shot, you probably would’ve been moving her hair out of her eyes, making her keep them open as you talked to her. 

then she thought about why she felt the need to leave so bad because of course she could have stayed. she could have protected you, at least she wants to believe she could have, and then it clicked. 

it was because you were never apart of her plans. you came along so suddenly and changed everything for her so fast that she couldn’t keep up. she never planned to care about someone so much. and she cared about you so fucking much, too much to let you die because of her. you weren’t supposed to be apart of this. she never planned for you to be apart of her life. 

you were her last thought and her last breath was more of a sigh, a sigh of content knowing you were safe, knowing that you weren’t holding her hand or kissing her forehead, knowing that you weren’t here with her… and she was okay with that. 

[mushyposts]

WOAH! THE CREW???? THE CREW FROM HIT FANFICTION NO THING DEFINES A MAN LIKE LOVE??? WOAH WOAH WOAH??? Anyway yes omg its them!!! This took me so long and im so tired but look at my ANGELS!

UM! Friendly reminder that I myself am not Inuit/Indigenous! I did research + had an Indigenous person helping me w the tattoos, but if theres anything wrong/disrespectful pls do let me know and I will fix it. All the tattoos r on a seperate layer so it'll be an easy fix and one i am more then happy to do. A few of the designs changed between this and my written description, so... Oops?? Especially Morqa. I got carried away ok.... ANYWAY I have some little notes abt their designs here and there so! Kaiqa: He used to have shorter bangs around his face but they annoyed him so he tried to let them grow out but that annoyed him so he would cut them again and then try to let them grow out and now he just has perpetual baby hairs that wont get any longer. Mikla: UM. Not much to say here. Isnt he pretty tho?? Buteq: SOMEHOW ENDED UP THE MOST MAJESTIC MAN EVER. HELLO?? The two beads on the right are for his nieces and the one on the left is for his sister! Neter: One time he got super cocky abt being 7 years older then Nitya which meant he was a better fighter and so Nitya was like "yeah?? ok bet." and then punched him and broke his nose and was like "hm where are those warrior reflexes?" so now Neter has a permanently bent nose. Sorqai: He got the scar thats through his beard in the same raid that cause Nitya and Konait (Kaiqas older brother) to die. Nitya died trying to get Konait and some other kids out of the mess, and Sorqai got injured trying to get to them to help. He's mostly numb on that side of his face due to nerve damage ! Causes him to lisp a bit, especially w the chipped tooth (which he got from tripping) Natai: He wears both his own and Nitya's necklaces their parents made them, and intends to only take of Nitya's and let it go into the ocean where he was buried when the war is over. His own way of keeping Nitya involved in the war effort, something that was really important to him. Kutai: Again, no real notes here but isnt he pretttyyy..... Kovak: Honestly, very likely one of my favourite character designs I've ever made. Im kind of obsessed with him. He doesnt wear his necklace from his parents because he wasnt on good terms with them at all while they were alive. He took it off before they died, and hasnt been able to bring himself to put it back on. he intends to give it to his kid when he gets back. Mori: UM! I dont have a lot of notes here. Mori has two kids ! Hence the three tattoos under their chin, I saw an inuit creator/source say that sometimes people will add lines as they have kids and I thought that was really lovely so yes!! Again im just. I think hes so pretty. Luqait: Im so sorry king I did u dirty posting this after that one chapter. Each one of the beads he wears is dedicated to someone he knew in the tribe who died, theres more not visible on the other side of the braids. I can say for 100% certainty theres one for Kya and Nitya. Saila: Saila was actually a design i struggled a lot with, but I think I got them to a point im happy with!!! They're a good amount intense, androgynous and also have that amber flash in their eyes. The amber comes from having Fire Nation somewhere in their ancestry, something I dont think will really come up in the fic, but a detail I think is good to know! Morqa: I changed Morqa's design the most, especially his hair! But I think he's ended up being a design I am most proud of. The piercings especially!! Eventually u will run out of space (that we can see ig??) king but today is not that day godbless.

OKAY! THERE WE GO... I HOPE EVERYONE LIKES THEM UM PLS BE NICE AND DONT REPOST AND IDK JUST.... I HOPE U LIKE THEM AS MUCH AS I DO i know oc's in fics arent always peoples favourites but the reception of these guys has been like. Beyond mindblowing. Im so fucking excvited and happy everytime people in my comments talk about how much they love the characters i've created. Like.... The fact that people enjoy the OC's and not just for what the give to Zuko, but for what they give to each other and their own individual stories is so incredible to me. I hope u guys like this and I hope it helps u visualise them better!! : D

[hannahwdraws]

Oooooh i'm going crazy. Dragon Age Veilguard!!! Inquisition is my favorite game (don't @ me) of all time. That solavellan romance altered my brain chemistry because i have pages and pages of notes on Valynia as a character. Truly obsessed with the whole game and SO EXCITED for her to be back in WHATEVER CAPACITY it is. And if its bad shut up don't worry I can escape to my mind palace

These are sketches done since June 12th, after we got that gameplay trailer SHOWING THAT EGG!!! Edit::// putting my image descriptions under a cut //wet eyelid wink sfx

Valynia Lavellan hair through the ages. Yet another long haired elf gal, I know. But that's how I like to play most characters!! She was very proud of her intricate braids that would keep her hair tidy. Post trespasser, it was too much hair for her to manage with one hand. There was a deep depressive episode post trespasser where her hair got tangled and matted, requiring intervention from the other companions. She cried while it was cut, sobbing that Solas used to love her hair. Very Cersei Lannister coded. She had to keep it cropped close until she was able to control her prosthetic arm/generate a spirit hand with enough fine motor skills to braid again. Having got confirmation Veilguard is 9 years after trespasser, she has had enough time to grow it out again! She doesn't braid it as intricately anymore, leaving it half down, and her hair hasn't been able to grow back as long.

A shorter hair Lavellan, when she was in the process of growing it out. She's grown more somber and a little jaded playing the part of The Herald. She feels she needs to keep on the mantle to keep people in power in her support, but knows it makes it easier for Solas to turn elves against her, claiming she is a traitor to her own people.

A portrait taken soon after the Exalted Council.

God I have so many ideas and wants for a cool magical prosthetic!! Valynia was a knight enchanter so it makes sense to me that if she can channel a spirit blade, she should be able to channel a spirit ARM (for a short time). And I believe Dagna would absolutely be able to make her an enchanted prosthetic that when powered by magic, can articulate.

and 6. Man i DON'T WANT IT TO GO THIS WAY but its hard not to think of some good painful dialogue of these two idiots meeting again. I sure hope they can kiss and make up <:v Mentioned above: Valynia knows she can easily be painted as a traitor and a villain to other elves, which is why she's so bitter about the poetic irony that they'd flock to Solas, who was constantly defaming modern day elves.

WELL THAT'S it for now but there will probably be more!! BRB while i replay Origins and DA:2!!!!!!

[ilovespec]

Even a rotten heart can love..

| Yandere FEM ! Drug lord × FEM ! civilian reader. | part 1

WARNINGS !!!!! : mention of death, corpse, settled corpse, non-con touching, Kristina Zmeeva (she is already red flag lol), drugs, use of death from drug overdose, yandere is a FUCKING DRUG LORD, yandere and y/n are female, all my characters similarities with real people are random, grammatical errors are possible.

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The ??? city . Autumn.

You walk home from work with your face buried in your phone. You're texting with your friend. You looked up for a moment, choosing which way to go... There are 2 ways. The first one is shorter, but it goes through a dark alley. And the second one is longer. But he's walking down a lighted street. And you chose to take the short cut. That's why you walked briskly to the alley to get home as soon as possible. After a couple of seconds, you're already walking quickly down this alley, you put your phone in your pocket just in case and listen to the footsteps. And after a couple of minutes , here you are , almost coming out of the alley ! But suddenly you feel like you're being grabbed by the scruff of the neck...!! You're in a state of shock, you don't know what to do, and some kind of rag is pressed to your face. And as soon as you tried to breathe in, everything started to darken and blur..

且_(ﾟ◇ﾟ；)ノﾞ

You opened your eyes... your head hurt like hell ! You tried to shake your arms or legs... But they were tied up so tightly that you just can't feel them... You scream, but your mouth is gagged. You look around the room you are in... This is some kind of basement. It smells damp and ... A sickeningly strong smell of metal ....? You look down nervously and see what's lying on the floor... The corpse....!! It's a man.. And his stomach was ripped open, and his face was disfigured as if he had just been bitten by some wild animal....and because of this "look" you fainted.

且_(ﾟ◇ﾟ；)ノﾞ

You woke up because someone LICKED YOUR CHEEK !!! You opened your eyes in shock, and saw a girl by your face... Blindfolded .. She has black hair , pale skin , and 2 large scars peeking out from under the bandage , and she joyfully exclaims sadistically

- ??? - Gaetana ! Gaetana !!! Look how cute she is! ~ No wonder I took her in that alley.. ~

The one she is addressing is a woman of about 30 years old. Does she have short black hair, red..??? Eyes and tanned skin....She sighs and looks dejectedly at this strange and creepy girl.

- Gaetana : Kristina. Go away from this poor lady. Do you see how you scare her?!

Gaetana approaches Kristina , and ... Grabbing her by the leg and lifting her up (which clearly does not like Kristina), she turns to you.

- Gaetana : young lady . I'll call the boss now, and she'll decide your fate. Whether you live or not..

And then they leave.

且_(ﾟ◇ﾟ；)ノﾞ

Through ... You don't know how many minutes. You've lost track of time. The basement door opened again. And Gaetana and Kristina entered it again.

- Gaetana : young lady. The boss is coming now.

While Gaetana was talking, Kristina came up to you (violating your personal space for the second time) and hovered over you... she started unbuttoning your shirt!!! You started screaming into the gag again (about 20 times already this day). But Kristina stopped abruptly as her head was squeezed by someone's HUGE hand in white glove...

且_(ﾟ◇ﾟ；)ノﾞ

She was a huge woman.. About 2 meters tall . She has black , graying hair , dark green eyes , broad shoulders , prominent cheekbones , small wrinkles and muscles visible against the background of clothes ... She is wearing a dark red shirt, a black coat with white stripes , black trousers with a leather belt, black classic shoes and white gloves.

且_(ﾟ◇ﾟ；)ノﾞ

-Unknown woman: Kristina Zmeeva. Get away from this süsse kleine maus quickly.

Her voice is deep.. With a strong German accent. And even with the naked eye, it is noticeable that Kristina began to tremble. Just like you... AFTER ALL, EVERYONE IN THIS FUCKING ROOM IS DAMN SCARY. And Kristina obeyed and walked away from you. And in turn, this creepy tall woman came up to you, knelt down on one knee and... buttoned your shirt. And then she tried to make a kind smile and spoke.

- Unknown woman : Don 't worry mein süßer Kitz . They won't touch you in my presence... Perhaps , yes , you will live . You don't have to worry.

And then she gently stroked your face with her rough, big and warm palm. Trying to calm her down. This unknown woman, and it looks like she 's their boss

- Creepy woman - boss : Kristina, untie this Kätzchen.

- Kristina: Of course , boss !!! ~

Kristina runs up to you and... HITS YOU IN THE CAROTID ARTERY!! Knocking you out... But in the last seconds when you were conscious, you saw this unknown woman - their boss - hitting Kristina with an elbow in the neck. Making her fall down and then starts beating her up....!? And Gaetana just sighs and comes up to you, wiping yours.. Tears? Or it 's sweat .. You almost passed out , but you heard a phrase from her , against which there were sounds of blows , kicks and painful moans..

且_(ﾟ◇ﾟ；)ノﾞ

This time , you woke up on something warm ... You open your eyes in fright, remembering today's events, and see on whose lap you are lying..This is the creepy female boss. She notices that you are awake and smiles at you. She smells of VERY expensive perfume, tobacco and blood...

- Creepy woman - boss : good evening to you, Mein Schatz can you even get up?

Trembling violently (from fear and adrenaline at the same time) , you get to your feet , and immediately it gets dark in your eyes , and your legs give way and you fall... But you are caught by two powerful hands of that woman. And she... He sits you on her lap..! She looks into your scared face, and with a soft smile, hugging you, pulls you closer to her, and with her free hand caresses your face.

- Creepy woman - boss : Don't worry... And don't tremble. I don't want you to be afraid of me. And yes, don't worry about that rube girl. Right now, she can't even think and is sitting in your place right now.

- You: M -Miss..

She shushes you softly.

- Creepy woman - boss: Don't call me that. I'm Ricarda. Ricarda Reinhardt. What's your name?

- You: my name is.. (Your name)... And why am I even here..?

- Ricarda: well, how can I say it... One of your friends is my dealer. And he took my payment, but he didn't give me the batch of drugs. That's why we decided to kidnap you in order to lure him out, but... As it turned out, he died of an overdose yesterday.. And you're so cute to kill you ~

She gently stroked your back and hugged you. Pulling you even closer to her body while you were sitting on her powerful lap. She took the phone with her free hand .

- Ricarda : Hello, Jones, bring some food. Yes, thank you.

Ricarda nuzzled the top of your head and inhaled the scent of your hair.. And then, there was a knock on the door.

- Ricarda : Come in.

A man who looked like a butler entered the room, and put a tray of food on the table next to the bed on which you are sitting and left the room. And Ricarda took a fork, one plate of food, and with a fork broke off a small piece from the dish from the plate and gently brought it to your mouth.

- Ricarda : meine Seele, say "aah" ~

You open your mouth uncertainly and embarrassedly, and she feeds you..

- You: but I have hands.. I can eat by myself.

And Ricarda just smiles sweetly in response, shakes her head slightly and sends another piece of food into your mouth..

Thanks a lot for reading, the second part will be released tomorrow because I'm tired <3

[swaps55]

I have never heard of an epithet before! What does it mean?

This is a great question! You have probably seen many of them, and just not heard them referred to as epithets.

An epithet is more or less a descriptive word or phrase that stands in the place of a name or a pronoun, such as, “the taller man,” or “the brown-haired woman.” In my experience, fanfic writers in particular tend to latch onto them, especially when trying to create variety in scenes with two characters who share the same pronouns.

I’ll put my thoughts on them under the cut, because I have Opinions on epithets, but I am not An Authority. I’m not your mom. I’m not here to tell you what to do or how to write, and I’m not here to ruin your fun, but we all have the hills we’ll die on and this one is mine. If you are a fan of epithets, just give this post an eyeroll or the finger and scroll on. If you want to know more about epithets and why I think writers can and should avoid them, read on!

Let me get this out of my system: I loathe epithets. Do whatever you want with your oxford comma, but take your epithets out back and shoot them.

Okay, now that’s out of the way, I’ll be a little more constructive about the purpose epithets serve and why I think they are so frequently used poorly.

In my experience, they’re often used as a tool to avoid pronoun confusion, but it’s an inelegant tool that can become a crutch. You have two characters of the same gender in a scene, you have already used their names in a sentence, but the pronoun antecedent is unclear unless you name the character again. You don’t want to do that because it feels repetitive, so you pick out a physical quality and use that instead. Problem solved! Except instead of solve the problem, you’ve potentially introduced new ones.

Nuance is important, and to talk tools we should be using the same toolbox, so for the sake of this argument I’m going to assume we’re talking about 3rd person limited POV, because that’s what I generally see, read, and write the most of.

Chances are very high that the descriptor you chose for your epithet derived from you the writer’s perception of the character being described and not the POV character. This is important, because if you are writing in 3rd person limited, the way you describe other people is how the POV character sees the person being described.  

Now tell me. Have you ever thought of a close friend, a lover, or someone whose name you know as, “the taller woman,” or “the dark-haired man?” Have you ever thought about YOURSELF in these terms? Probably not. I have never looked at my Real Life Romance Option and thought of him as “the brown-eyed man” or “the taller man.” I’ve also quite frankly never consciously thought of him as “my lover.” Is he all of those things? Yes. But from my POV, those are never descriptors I would use for him. Once you know a person’s name, they tend to become Their Name and not ‘Random Characteristic” in your mental picture of them.

So when you default to Random Characteristic, it’s usually the writer talking, not the character. And chances are high that the characteristic you choose to represent is not something that is important to the POV character or the scene in that moment. Therefore, is it significant enough to the reader that it clearly identifies the character, or does the reader now have to stop and think, ‘wait, which one is taller?’ So instead of eliminate confusion, you may have actually introduced more of it.

And even if it is an important detail, stating it as a fact is generally a lot less effective than making it part of the character work being done in the scene. For example:

“Can you help me reach this?” Jed asks the taller man. Leo stops chopping vegetables to oblige, and snags the wine glass the shorter man couldn’t reach off the shelf.

Vs.

Jed sighs as he makes another futile swipe with his fingers and barely grazes the bottom of the shelf. He looks over at Leo, blissfully chopping vegetables in a world where stepstools are for other people. “Can you help me reach this?” Leo sets the knife down and looms behind him, effortlessly snagging the wine glass and handing it to Jed with a grin.   

Hopefully, the second example feels more impactful than the first, because the height difference became part of the scene, and not just a descriptor cosplaying as a pronoun.

Epithets become even more distracting when they become part of a prose style rather than just a means to avoid pronoun confusion or name repetition. I see a lot of writers make the stylistic choice to have a POV character refer to themselves as an epithet right alongside the epithets being thrown around for other characters, and there are so many crammed into a paragraph or two I can’t figure out who is doing what.

At best, epithets are distracting. At their worst, they’re actively confusing when their purpose is to do the opposite.

“But Swaps, if I don’t use an epithet, how do I avoid pronoun confusion without wanting to throw myself out a window?”

This is a problem every writer contends with, whether you’re writing same gender smut, combat, or just have two people of the same gender doing things in a scene together. And unfortunately, this is one of those ways in which writing is hard. When you have some pronoun confusion in a sentence you can’t wriggle your way out of, the answer is probably to try a different sentence. Break the sentence up. Structure it differently. Finding the better sentence is part of becoming a better writer. 

If repetition is what you’re concerned about, know that just saying a character’s name and using their pronoun is okay. It’s like ‘said.’ ‘Said’ isn’t a trendy word that goes in and out of style. It’s a building block word that blends into the background. Can you get fancier than ‘said?’ Sure! But do it with purpose. Don’t be afraid to use a character’s name. It’s their name. It’s what you’re supposed to call them. Why are we fighting so hard to respect people’s names and pronouns if all we’re going to do is replace them with epithets? (Kidding. Mostly.) And if you’re using their name so much it’s interfering with readability…it’s probably time to revisit a few of those sentences and figure out what the better sentence is.

When can you use an epithet?

I joke that there are no exceptions to my There Are No Good Epithets stance, but there are. Sort of. Because rules are made to be broken, though I do believe you should understand why the rule exists before you break it, and you should break it with purpose.

Here’s the easy one.  

Epithets are useful when the POV character doesn’t know a character’s name. Now you have to use something else! And here’s the great thing about that: the epithet is now a vehicle for characterization. What about this stranger stands out enough to get the POV character’s attention? Do they notice a physical characteristic? Clothes? Attitude? What does the thing they notice say about the POV character and the character being observed?

For instance, my POV character is eavesdropping on a conversation between two people in a restaurant. You could grab the low hanging fruit and describe them as, “the brunet woman” and the “older man.” Or you could make your scene work harder. “The man with the punchable face,” or “the woman who makes eye rolling an art form.” Or how about, “the woman wearing fake pearls,” shorthanded to Fake Pearls Woman, and “the man with the name-brand suit that’s seen better days,” shorthanded to Shabby Suit. Now you’ve said something about the characters that place them in a more useful context than their hair color – you’ve said something about them that helps inform the scene, and how your POV character observes the world around them.    

Are there other instances where you can effectively use an epithet? Yes, if you are using them like this: with narrative purpose. And in those cases, is it really just an epithet anymore? It is in that yes, it is a descriptor taking the place of a name or pronoun, but it’s doing a lot more heavy lifting now. Maybe you have a character who chronically can’t remember or can’t be assed to remember people’s names. The epithet is now a means of characterization. Maybe you have a Jekyll and Hyde style character, in which a descriptor of those different personas becomes a means of setting a scene or crafting their relationship with the POV character. These descriptors are narrative vehicles being used with intention. “The other man,” is rarely a tool being used with any real intention. If there is an instance of it, I have never seen it.

Now, if reading this makes you second guess your own work, or to feel like you write wrong, or if the thought of going to painstaking lengths to rewire sentences you would typically use an epithet in gives you hives, there’s an easy solution: forget about this post.

Because fanfic is supposed to be fun. It’s your hobby. You are not getting paid for it. You don’t have to use a specific writing style, or meet anyone else’s expectations. That’s part of what makes fanfic such a beautiful thing. You can do whatever makes you happy. Not me, not anyone else. If you fucking love using epithets, use them. If you think I am made of bullshit, give this post the finger like I initially suggested and write five epithets just to spite me. No one will stop you, certainly not me. Though I will continue hating epithets, because you can’t stop me, either. XD

[in-my-attic]

You read the same five books five summers ago, over and over. Lockwood and Co. Teenage ghost-hunters in an alternate version of London. You revel in the descriptions of corpses, the horrific acts that tie the ghosts to the places where they died, the characters not too much older than you facing down these terrors that make your own fears of crossing the street a little less pressing.

You download an audiobook four summers ago, The Outsider by Stephen King. You listen to it while you sit in the basement and play with your siblings’ legos, and when you enthusiastically summarize the plot to your mother, she asks how books like that don’t scare you. You shrug and say, Well, they’re not real. Unlike when the carbon monoxide alarm went off in the middle of night, and you, an anxious insomniac even at that age, were the only one who heard it, and had to wake up everyone else so they wouldn’t die in their sleep. It turned out that the batteries needed to be replaced, but since then, you’ve lived with a deep, unshakeable fear that your inability to fall asleep is the only thing between your family and disaster. (Years later, a psychiatrist will offer to prescribe you sleep medication, and you refuse for months without explaining why.)

You take a creative writing class three summers ago, and put Mary Downing Hahn as one of your favorite authors on a google forms question. Her stories are shorter, less intense than the Stephen King you spent all last summer with, but that means you can read dozens of them in a row, soaking up stories of ghosts in many forms. You paint your nails and your eye catches on the bottle of nail polish remover on the shelf, and you wonder what would happen if you drank it, how quickly the acetone in it would kill you. You google it on your mother’s computer and the next day she asks you if you drank nail polish remover. You say no, and go back to reading, too afraid to paint your nails in case your control slips and you can’t stop yourself from drinking it. You lose yourself a haunted old church with a cemetery out back, somehow less scary than the thoughts in your own head.

You spend the night at your friend’s house two summers ago, and you two watch Fear Street in her living room. You watch the murders with ghoulish delight, hanging on every piece of information that might explain what’s going on. Someone’s head gets pushed through a bread slicer and you both gasp in disgust, but neither of you look away. You fall out of touch with that friend when you start school again, and you are afraid to look at her in the hallway, in case she is righteously furious with you for abandoning her, even though she has so many other friends unfamiliar to you, and neither of you really meant to cut things off, it just sort of happened- but still.

You’ve been listening to podcasts for a while by last summer, and you find yourself coming back to the same episode of The Magnus Archives, even months after you’ve finished it. It tells the story of a man who lived alone, hearing footsteps in the hallway and knocking on his bedroom door. He bought a sturdy lock and never answered the knocking, and that was that. Your house isn’t that old, but it creaks and settles in the night, and you listen, heart pounding, each time. But like the man, you never get up. You feared the sounds of your own house long before hearing this tale, and listening to it is oddly comforting. Someone else shares your fear. Once, though, you see a light on in the hallway through the gap under your bedroom door, and when it doesn’t go away, you hide under the blankets and don’t fall asleep for hours. The next day, the bathroom light is still on, and you pull back to shower curtain, expecting an intruder hiding there, but find nothing. Your father comes out of his own room. Oh, I left that light on again. Sorry.

You decide to learn to skateboard this summer, and you do it while listening to a survival horror story about underground cities and the beings who guard them. The White Vault. You fall and scrape your elbow, and it puts you in mind of the way the skin sloughed off the arm of a character who became a monster himself. Part of you envies him, terrible as that sounds. You lose track of time spent in front of the mirror, picking and pulling and peeling at your own skin. If only it would all just fall away. Holding scissors sends shivers down your spine, because while part of you knows they can’t cut through your skin, part of you is also tempted to try. Part of you wants to be a bare skeleton for reasons you can’t explain, and the other part of you is terrified of not being able to hold that desire in check.

[kogameh]

Uh, OC related thing

I did some ✨️significant updates✨️ to the main 6 characters' Toyhouse pages, so just in case anyone actually noticed "wait, since when this got added?" or you know, want to read them now BEFORE it gets overwhelmed with MORE characters, here you go!!! YAYYYY

➡️➡️You can view them HERE. (mainly the first section of characters. I've yet to update the rest lol)

And now the patch notes(?) under the cut:

The most significant update is the fact that their character description AND backstory now has at least 3 paragraphs. It's not as intimidating as it may sound, but I can 1000% predict only like 3 people max would actually read those, so welp. (HUGE special thanks if you do though!!! You're the REAL MVP here.)

This was mainly because I don't want to oversimply them too much to the point it felt too tropey/barebones and I'm putting away their longer/more fleshed out Weebly profiles (for now) which also means there's no access to that for the few people that may want to know more. So. Yeah. (I try to keep them relatively spoiler-free unless mentioned, though, which is why some characters may have less information than the others. Namely Kagami and Kureha haha.)

(Then again, I've learned the hard way that even a shorter one sentence of paragraph won't make a difference if people just, well, don't want to read them haha...so might as well go big or go home)

The moodboards are changed to be properly aligned with the rest of the sections now. I still don't know if I prefer the older, bigger layout where you can appreciate the artworks better or this one that is way cleaner and satisfying to look at haha. I do worry if it's much easier to scroll past them this way though...you wouldn't want to miss the cat on Kureha's page. Would you.

You can compare the old layout with the new layout here and here if you want to, albeit they're different characters aha.

I also reset the favourites for them, so if you have a TH acc and want to fav or re-fav, feel free to do so!!

And I guess that's about it! Not much else to say about the rest than some added trivia section (which I often update quietly whenever an idea strikes anyway lol) and fixing some outdated links :3c

With the Weebly site being temporarily put on hiatus(?) from new updates I also realize there isn't a way to thoroughly share the lore and worldbuilding anymore which TH isn't meant for so...I WILL finish that crash course powerpoint eventually for that purpose. Surely. SURELY.

Thanks for tuning in~

[boxfullaturtles]

1,10,11,14,16,37,39,42,43,60,65,75

smoly hokes dude okay,,

1. Do you prefer writing one-shots or multi-chaptered fics?

I think I actually prefer one-shots. Shorter, faster, telling a tiny story rather than a lengthy one. I actually struggle with multi-chapter and it's been years since I finished writing one. Hoping to change that with Adagio...

10. Cltr+f "blinks" on your WIP & copy paste the first sentence/paragraph that comes up

They were eyes that never blinked, never faltered, and captured every moment.

Kinda cheated and dropped the "s" so I would have something to actually share lol. Not telling you which WIP this is from either >:3

[the rest under the cut because this got so long,,,]

11. Link your three favorite fics right now

Uh uh uh b-but I don't I mean I have a lot of favorites I don't have like a tier list this is a lot of pressure um,,

Okay for strictly TMNT fics, I guess I really love Little Scraps of Wisdom by clandestineClairvoyant because it's just. The softest damn thing and I love the characterization of the turtles. Dawning of the Hour by that brilliant bastard Faiakishi has been killing me slowly and I adore every agonizing second of it. And The Lemonade Leak by TurtleSoupSwimmer keeps yanking the rug out from under me just when I think I've gotten shit figured out. Also shout-outs to basically everything Dandy writes but in particular Tapping Out because I relate to that fic so hard and it makes me feel Seen, Violet Neon Nitro by TractorTeeth because fuck me does it scratch that Mad Max itch in my brain box and I LOVE LOVE LOVE the descriptions in it, and The Last Ronin Discord Shenanigans for giving Ronin a happy ending and some very interesting and well written character interactions.

But if we're talking not just TMNT? Then Poor Wayfaring Stranger by lithos_saeculum is one of my number one fics; a FFXV fic and I don't mind if it never gets finished because it's already 60 incredibly well written and amazing chapters that I have reread multiple times. The Good Mourning / Ghost!Jake AU by corruwuption is a Micoverse fic gut punch that I adore and it's written so well and just!! Ahhhgg! Ghost Jake wrecks me every time. And Audience: 822,000 and Homeland Security by WerewolvesAreReal is just. It's my favorite Leverage fic and it's so in character and silly and I absolutely love well-executed outsider perspective fics.

14. how do you write emotional scenes? Do you ever feel what the characters feel? Do you draw from personal experiences?

As an extremely emotional person who cries about anything and everything, yes and yes. I definitely put myself in the character's shoes. Although this sometimes has a habit of backfiring as I start writing myself into of the character and then have to go back and edit everything. Oops. But yeah I also draw from personal experience where I can. Different people experience different emotions different ways, everyone reacts differently. But having gone through Some Shit helps me understand certain things better.

16. How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Share one of them?

Uuuhhh something like...eleven? Or twelve fic ideas? I think? Haha can't stop, won't stop lmao heLP

Man I dunno which ones I haven't shared anything about yet...I guess my extremely self-indulgent, almost everybody lives, future au crossover thing that would be a multi-chaptered nightmare of a beast and will likely never be written. I should just mess with that for funsies sometime.

Anyway, here's a sketch thing I never finished based on it. Like I said. Very self-indulgent.

37. How do you choose where to end a chapter?

Eh, vibes. Usually when I'm writing and I feel like I'm near the end of a chapter, I just get a feeling. Like "aw yeah, this is the moment". Once in a great while there is a pre-planned cut off point, a scene I know I want to end a chapter on, but that's an infrequent thing.

39. Share a snippet from a WIP.

You really just want all my secrets, huh?

42. What's the last fic you red? Do you recommend it?

Oh man, looking at my history and everything I've read recently has just been updates from fics I already subscribe to. I haven't had a lot of time to try and read something new... Looks like the last thing new thing I read was a one-shot of 2003 Leo called Oh Shoot by halogalopaghost. And yes, I do recommend it! A very good study in 03 Leo being a fucking dumbass. :)

43. Do you take a sadistic joy in whumping your characters, or are you more the "If you hurt them I would kill everyone and then myself" kind of person?

Do you even know me!? I delight in whump and suffering! I have a Bad Things Bingo Card for a reason! My turtlesona is Goretello! Mad scientists, unethical experimentation, body horror, and non-consensual body modifications are my bread and butter! I am an unashamed edgelord gorehound horror lover!

60. Have you had a writer you admire comment on your fic? What was that like?

It was like: "ajkdhsfjald omfg this really cool, very talented, very awesome person liked what i wrote omg??" because I am a child. For real though, it's always really flattering to see someone whose talent you admire respond to something you've created! It feels good and it makes you like your thing just a little bit more, I feel.

65. Tell us about what you're most looking forward to writing - in your current project, or a future project.

There's stuff in "Adagio in Green" that I am really looking forward to! Things ramp up rather quickly and I'm very excited to get to the stuff I have planned! Not gonna lie, it gets a little bit...how do I put this...well, I think I've mentioned already that I plan on giving these Rise boys the Farmhouse Arc they were robbed of in the show. That's not the only thing the show's cancellation robbed them of and I'm wedging so much of that shit into Adagio it's almost stupid.

Okay last one...

75. What scene in [Fanfic Name] took you longest to write? What was difficult about it?

Uh well, buddy, you didn't provide me a fic sooooooo guess we're going with "Adagio in Green".

It wasn't just a scene but the entirety of Chapter 6, the chapter that's going up next week, gave me A LOT of trouble. I deviated from my outline (and I'm still deviating from it because of chapter six) and it threw everything out of whack. I couldn't figure out how to get things going. It either felt too rushed or too stagnated.

I feel better about it now that it's actually finished, but I'm still nervous about it.

Actually, I get nervous about every update I post,,,

[temporalbystander]

Prompt finished.

Okay @opakitty here's your requested story. I'm sorry if it's shorter than you expected I had to rework my initial ideas because I didn't think they'd fit the characters, au or not, I was going to include a typical Chat visit but I figured there's no way Adrien would leave things that long and as for the rest? Well there's only so much you can say when you're writing from the perspective of someone who has absolutely no idea what is going on. Anyway. First (and quite possibly last depending on how bad it is) prompted story is under the cut.

There seemed to be fewer akuma's lately, something Adrien had mixed feelings about. On the one hand it meant life was less stressful for the people of Paris but, on the other hand, it meant less time spent with his lady. Especially since she had put a hold on patrols, citing personal health issues, so it was just Chat Noir on his lonesome for the next couple of nights. Still, he had to drag himself to school just like the rest of his class and decided to put his own disappointment to the side.

He was glad that he did when he noticed that Marinette had made it to class on time for once. However his friend didn't look that pleased, she was bent over with her head resting on the desk and seemed to be moaning in pain. He was about to go check on her, maybe suggest she head to the nurse's office when Nino pulled him back. "Trust me dude, you don't want to get involved in that." The normally easy-going teen sounded especially serious today.

"How come?" Adrien asked as they moved so they weren't blocking the class door.

"It's just her time of the month. Dudettes get a little sensitive during that time, y'know?" Nino shrugged as if that explained everything but Adrien was still very confused.

"Her time? Is there a class schedule or something I missed?" The very naive Agreste asked. He hoped that wasn't the case; he'd feel bad if there was something everyone was supposed to do but he didn't, hopefully Nathalie had been informed and had already put it into his schedule.

"A schedule? What?" Nino looked as confused as Adrien felt. "No man, her time, you know…" the aspiring DJ/director lowered his voice and glanced around nervously. "Her period?" 

"Like lunch?" The boy was lost.

"No!" Grumbling in embarrassed frustration Nino gripped his hat tightly. "Just… ask a female okay? Just, not now!" He hastened to clarify when it looked like Adrien was about to head straight into class. "And not one of the girls… like I said. They can get sensitive about that type of thing."

Shaking his head and muttering something about shelter, Nino just walked into the room leaving Adrien to follow with still no idea about why Marinette looked so upset or why Nino was acting so strange. He couldn't keep his mind from thinking about it all through class until lunchtime. When he got up to leave he saw that the rest of the girls, bar Chloe and Sabrina, had gathered around Marinette's desk and seemed to be comforting her.

Needless to say, when he finally arrived home for lunch, it was the first thing he asked Nathalie when he walked through the door. "My friend Marinette seems to be suffering from one and I wanted to know how to help." He said when asked for an explanation.

Nathalie stared at him for a moment before sighing and adjusting her glasses. "If you finish your meal early enough I will accompany you to the store and help you grab some things that may help."

Adrien gave her a hug before rushing into the dining hall to eat, now incredibly thankful that all the work he did as Chat Noir had boosted his appetite. Soon after he was back in the limo listening as Nathalie gave a very brief description of what his friend may currently be feeling. While they were shopping she also explained how a girl's experience during her period may differ from one person to another or even from month to month so he'd have to settle for some of the basics until she trusted him enough to go into detail. That last explanation was the reason Adrien didn't ask what helped Nathalie through her period, it seemed like quite a personal matter.

They arrived back at the school with a few minutes to spare and, after one last thank you hug to Nathalie, Adrien was walking up the steps carrying a bag filled with all they had bought. He really hoped they helped Marinette feel better. And that she wouldn't get upset. Did friends do things like this? The other girls seemed to want to help her out so surely this wasn't that different. Right?

Speaking of which it wasn't hard to spot the group still gathered around the girl in question. Adrien couldn't help but smile as he walked towards them, Marinette was so lucky to have such good friends and he only hoped she held him in the same regard. "Hi Marinette." He started as he held out the bag to her, she seemed to freeze with her hands on her stomach so Alya took it off his hands. "I'm sorry you don't feel so well, it's a little short notice and I wasn't sure what you needed but I hope it helps." The rest of the girls gathered around the bag as well.

"Th-thank you, A-adrien." Marinette still stuttered and her face was still a little red so that was at least the same.

"No problem, if there's anything you don't need, or would prefer, just let me know so I can get it next time okay?" He gave her a bright smile and walked off as the girls began to hand her things they thought she could use while showing off the others. There was no point in the hot water bottle or the green tea right now but there was a thermos of cocoa, an instant heat pack as well as an electric one for when she went to bed, some butterscotch sweets and some mild pain relievers that were apparently perfect for this type of thing.

It seemed like her friends approved judging by the sounds they were making but Adrien was too far away at that point to hear them. He had just gotten back to class and settled into his seat beside Nino by the time the bell rang. Mylene gave him a bright smile when she entered, Rose gave him a quick hug as Juleka gave him a small nod and muttered something that sounded like "good job" while Alex settled for a thumbs up. Alya seemed to be supporting Marinette when the two of them entered, which concerned him a little, but he settled when Alya gave him a wink.

"Dude? The hell was all that about?" Adrien didn't have time to answer as class soon started but he was much more at ease than he had been that morning. He wished he could be there for Ladybug during her personal problems but hearing the small sigh Marinette let out as she unwrapped one of the butterscotch sweets and popped it in her mouth was just as satisfying.

[enniewritesathing]

What inspires your character story and design? Is there influence besides just liking how they look? Are you striving to tell a complete story or just tales (short story blurbs about their lives)? I struggle with wanting to add more when I haven't finished the stuff I have.

Also! Do you think you've advanced in your writing from say 5 years ago to now? Do you think you've improved?

I always wonder if I'm improving. I certainly wouldn't be writing what I do if not for positive (and not so positive) feedback from simblr and having a writing friend who shares my passion and vision for story writing.

Sorry if that's too many questions. Just curious to hear how others process. Thanks!

Oh, don't worry, you're not asking too much at all! :D

I'm gonna put it under the cut bc it's gonna be long, lol

So!

I don't think I was particularly inspired by anything other than the fact that John and Brian were from a previous, abandoned story. It was based on the game Organ Trail (think Oregon Trail but with zombies and other stuff, lol). They are very different from what they used to be; they weren't together for one thing (they were both straight!) and they were edgy. Brian especially, he was more of a doomsday prepper. John having long hair is a hold over from the story; he grew it out to cover his eye (severely damaged from a grenade blast), y'know that sort of thing. I dropped the story after a while because I lost interest in it. That and everyone involved died...

There's not really a big influence on how they look either. I kinda come up with what's good but also what's unique. I guess I'm not one of the ones who struggle making male sims. For a future story, I had to make some (like 7??) and I went to town on the random button until I found what I liked and shaped them from there.

As for stories? Over the years, I've went from being very long form to shorter stories. I guess tales is a better description. They do have some continuity like with John and The Werewolf, the dealings with Brian's aunt, John and Brian getting engaged. I know Bare Knuckle, a story where John fights a literal demon, sticks out like a sore thumb because of how bonkers it is, but I made the story because I thought it would be cool; it also pushed my pose making skills at the time. (It's clear that I made that for myself really... ^^;)

I'd get an idea and go "can I put either of these two in this situation? and how would they go about getting out of it? or make it worse? better?" etc. Would this be "canonical" or would it be an AU? It's fun for me to think like that. A lot of the time, I make it bc I wanna see it for myself, what kind of a take I have on certain tropes and plots and maybe someone else would too?

I feel like I've improved in the past 5 years. It's pretty evident in my earlier stories it was strictly dialogue and nothing else and thus, empty. It used to be so stiff, it's kind of embarrassing, but there's a reason why I left it as is and never went back to redo them. (That's key, I think). That and I can the progress of how I use to take screens versus now, how everything's laid out, the expressions, etc.

I've had my ups and downs writing -- I feel I'm kind of a tough sell with most of my stories for simblr. They're not serial (I do not have the attention span or energy to do this), not a really big cast... I could go on, but it'll come off as complaints and maybe whinging on my part more than anything else.

That and the content itself; John and The Werewolf in particular because those stories deals with things I don't really see too often. and y'know, the blood, torture, violence. it's just so messy. In fact, I don't really get too much of any feedback of any kind so I'm kind of out here doing my thing. I don't know who's actually reading what I put out or if it's even thought of at all. I just hope that they're a little entertained by it. (tho it wouldn't hurt for a recommend)

but I'm also extremely stubborn! I'll complain, but I'm gonna keep doing it. I have ideas and they're gonna exist and I love to see how things play out. Sometimes the boys surprise me and I surprise myself. :)

[here2bbtstrash]

Hello, dropping in to inquire about 10, 11, 29 for the ask game! I’m the reader who said I was going to slowly savor LDOMLT and obviously that was false because not only did I finish all 80,000+ words so far, I’ve also now binged most of your masterlist all within one weekend 😵‍💫! Hahah you’re just that good! It’s been a while since I’ve met characters I’ve loved as much as the LDOMLT crew… can’t wait to see what Baby Goth is up to🥹

oh my gosh 😩 you're so sweet but also sekjfhdgkjfdg THAT'S SO MUCH PORN LMAO pls... stay hydrated.... 🫠 i'm so honored tho seriously, so glad to hear you're enjoying my stuff!!! 🙇‍♀️ thank u for reading my love, and for these questions! 💜

10. What work was the quickest to write?

i banged out basically all of my shorter drabbles in one sitting with minimal looking back, so probably one of those 🤣 but five minutes and love the way you wear that also came out super quickly! i actually wrote five minutes entirely on a plane/in an airport so..... lmfaoooo

11. What work took you the longest to write?

well the obvious answer is LDOMLT 😵‍💫 i plotted the thing back in april (april!!) and i cannot manage to post more than one chapter a month just because of how much concentrated effort it takes to put each part together. i think only @haliiimede and @monimonimoon know how much i stress about every little thing down to.... quite literally the tiniest details that probably none of y'all care about 💀 but i'm a PERFECTIONIST 🔪

the other longest-in-progress work i have is still not fucking written sfhidurgkjfg but i have had a taehyung strangers to lovers oneshot set in nyc outlined since fucking MAY 👹 ..... my goal is to write it and post it (belatedly) for his birthday so 🥺 look for it in like... january ???

29. Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

eeeee will stick a few under the cut if you care 💜

skipping the deeply smutty stuff (tho i will say i'm very proud of what's in deep end and heartless) 😵‍💫 but a couple sfw faves:

from self control

It’s like he wants the pain, would elect to be gutted and splayed down the middle if only for proof that his heart remains there in his chest, beating quiet consistency.

from the shape of your body

This body that you know from every angle, that you’ve studied like a textbook, that holds the boy who stepped onto the subway and changed your life and made it better. This body, made to be adored, to be respected and cherished and filled up with love. This body, chosen to be shared with you, to be held by you, to be near you.

That’s all you want, you realize as he rolls over, brown eyes blinking sweetly at you. This body, and all that it holds: the darkness and the light, the pain and the beauty, the soul that so perfectly fits with yours.

from babygirl

You trace a finger delicately over the hem of his— well, your— shirt, where it rests under the firm structure of his chest. His eyes drop closed as you run the whole of your palm down, admiring his duality: boyish and beautiful, defined muscles with an itty-bitty waist. “I feel like I just won the bisexual lottery.” A dreamy laugh bubbles up in him, his abs fluttering under your hand. 

and then idk i really love all the fratboy slander and the description of jk making reader a drink in the beginning of the spins ehuigkdjgslg

okay that's enough tooting my own horn beep beep BYEEEEEE

AO3 wrapped ask game!

[glitchedspace]

I've been meaning to share this little gremlin of a skeleton for awhile, but been kinda putting it off cause of nervousness. Some friends on VRC were curious about her, so....

I came up with this character with my friend (dunno if they have Tumblr) about three years ago. Ori has a sister that the friend has, called Crochet, but she's not mine to share. So I probably won't show her fully without friends permission.

There is a backstory that we came up with and I'll share the link to the AO3. It's only one chapter and doesn't have either of the sisters in it. We also have a YouTube channel we were gonna use to live read their backstory and short stories on. All that's on it is a short video of the two doing the "I'm Mr. White Christmas" meme and a livestream of us and some friends playing Uno on VRC. We haven't picked up with any of it in a long time and I'm not sure if it's gonna continue.

The description on the YouTube channel also has the link to the AO3 account.

Info for her under the cut.

• Not a ship child but she's the result of a fusion of both Ink's and Paper Crane's magic.

• Hasn't met Ink or Paper Crane. Probably wouldn't react much and would treat them like any other skeleton she meets. "......Are you a hobo too?

• Is 12 to 20 years old in both pictures.

• She's slightly shorter than Ink when she's a child. As an adult, she's around Classic Papyrus' height.

• Is an absolute gremlin, even as an adult.

• Calls everyone she meets dad. Ink/Rainbow dad, Goop dad, Edge dad, Glitch dad, Blue dad, etc.

• Liked to climb tall people when she was little. Was mostly Edge. (UnderFell Papyrus)

• If she doesn't know who you are and you are in range, she can and will bite you. It's her way of saying hi.

• The, "Looks like a cinnamon roll, but can actually kill you" type.

• Could and would chug an entire bottle of hot sauce, then proceed to ask for another.

• Would probably eat crayons if told they tasted like chalk.

• Acts like a child/naive, but knows full well what's going on.

• As an adult, has the mischievous grandma vibe.

• Would act as a distraction/the person that blows stuff up in the infiltration plan.

• Can pull Ink's "Ink Demon" face and does it to everyone. You're making yourself something to eat and right as you close the refrigerator door, she's right there. Reading a book on the couch? She's standing right behind it. Going up or down the stairs? She's on the other end. If she doesn't get a reaction (walking or shorcutting past her) she'll eventually stop. Might pick it back up later.

- Don't make enemies with her or the ones she's close to. She will find out where you live.

• Most of the things she says, be it weird/random/downright unsettling, is mostly studying other's emotions and reactions to better understand others. She does have actual emotions, but this is only way she knows how to express herself around those she's not extremely close to. Only Crochet has seen how serious and sometimes vulnerable she can be. Edge (Fell Papyrus) has seen a glimpse of it.

• Wouldn't know how to react if she came face to face with Ink's children. Might not even realize who they are unless they asked her if she was one of Ink's kids too. Might consider them as siblings and be the annoying little sister.

• Can't use bone attacks but can summon and use paper. She stores the paper within her cloak.

• Has a sentient piece of paper she calls Scrap that's normally folded into a paper crane. Scrap can control some of Origami's paper and can use it to make itself bigger. Can't talk, but can charade what it wants to communicate by folding itself or the other paper around it. Origami is the only one that can hear Scrap "speak".

• Her magic color is a pale/clear rainbow color.

• Origami can create portals with her paper. When her and others leave an AU, the place where the portal disappeared has little origami figurines representing that individual. Origami's a simple piece of paper. These figurines give off a strong magic presence to let others know that they are no longer in the present AU. The image below is what her portals look like.

• She has a passive ability that sort of takes after Paper Crane. Once she enters an AU and witnesses a special ability/attack, she can mimic it within her and her paper's abilities. Once she leaves the AU, she completely forgets the ability or even performing the ability in the first place.

- If she witnesses either Ink or Paper Crane performing an ability, she can permanently remember it. Like if Ink was fighting and teleported with his ink, she would pick up the ability to teleport via her paper.

• Even though she can control paper with her magic, it's still paper. Water and sometimes wind can work against her. She won't be able to control her paper if it's completely wet. Can use several sheets to make mid-air platforms or to cushion falls. If she needs to replenish her stock of papers, she can gradually generate it with her magic over time, or find paper on her own and imbue it with her magic.

- Her running past someone, stealing their stack of paper, all while going "Nyehehehe!"

• Like Ink, Origami's eye light changes colors (but not shape) depending on her mood. Some colors are often mixed together:

- White: Normal

- None: Doing her "Spooky Face"

- Dim/Grey: Emotionless

- Yellow: Excited

- Lime Green: Surprised/Shocked

- Dark Green: Amused

- Orange: Fighting

- Red: Angry

- Teal: Sad

- Blue: Something's interested her

- Purple: Mystified/Sees something she really likes

- Pink: Upset

- Brown: Grossed out

• Despite being created to destroy Error, she doesn't want to destroy anyone or anything. Both her and her sister just want to find a AU they can call home.

- If she were to meet Error, she would probably ask why he's crying and if she could play with his dolls (which she'd be super careful with). If it got to the point, she would be serious and tell Error how her sister and her were created and what the two really wanted. If he attacks her or yells at her to leave, she'll quickly and quietly leave. If he doesn't say anything for a long while or just leave, she will eventually leave herself.

- Once she discovers his fear of physical touch, she respectfully keeps her distance, but would absolutely pull the Spooky Face on him.

I absolutely love this little gal. I do wanna write stuff for her, like one shots with her interactions with others. All the art shown was made by my friend, with one being a doll maker and one by me.

I have a one shot that I'd started, never finished titled, "Are You Really Mature Enough," that I'll share at some point. I don't remember what the ending was gonna be, but it does show the relationship between both sisters somewhat and their relationship with the Fell Brothers.

Ink belongs to comyet/myebi

Paper Crane belongs to little-noko

Origami belongs to me

[asknarashikari]

Kari-chan, you see your dog come into your room with 2 random dogs, but you hear Hiromi's voice coming from the largest one, Ikki's voice coming from second largest one, and Sakura's voice coming from you dog and they transform to reveal their real forms.

Komasan, Komajiro, and Komami.

You already know that they are komainu, lion-dogs in English. I am also assuming that you probably know who Komasan is. Now, a more in-depth description of the other two.

Komajiro is a komainu who more closely resembles a shiba inu. His fur is ochre-colored with a cream patch around his muzzle and stomach; his inner-ears and tail are a darker shade of ochre. He has light blue eyes and brown swirls on his cheeks and hips. Personality-wise, he's more curious and optimistic, unlike his brother where he adapts much quicker to urban life to the point that it renders Komasan a tad jealous. He picks up city lingo, gets accustomed to modern technology to the point of him becoming a DJ at a nightclub where he adapts his nickname of KJ. Despite being more skilled than Komasan and tends to expect more from him, he still sees him as impressive and inspirational to him.

Komami is komainu that shares many characteristics with Komasan and Komajiro. She is slightly shorter than Komasan and Komajiro, sporting a rounder head with smaller hitodama flames that are pink in color. Unlike the other komainu Yo-kai, all there is on her tummy is a singular pink swirl rather than an outline. She also wears a red cloak with a pink bow, and a blue sling pouch. Komami's pink color scheme on her design is very similar to the purple color scheme of her mother. She has has a photo of her traveling all over Japan on her Inzuragram, Yo-kai Instagram, and as she travels all over the country, she leaves behind various legends. She also works for the Yo-kai Criminal Police Organization-Interpol as an undercover agent going by the role "Command of Mysterious.", where Komasan and Komajiro take them on a journey to stop a Yo-kai from committing tax fraud on a distant island and she manages to stop them by showing her ability to do Kung-Fu moves on them. Yes, the small little dog creature is capable of beating big deadly Yo-kai.

They give you their medals as a sign of friendship and to use with the Yo-kai watch Usapyon gave you. Also, Komasan and Komajiro now live with you as male versions of your dog. Don't worry, they can take care of themselves.

Also, Hiromi-sounding Komasan gives you a picture of Hiromi and a big Lovekov plush.

So, what is your reaction to all of this information?

Okay Imma break this down bit by bit because this hella long... putting everything under a cut as well

Kari-chan, you see your dog come into your room with 2 random dogs, but you hear Hiromi's voice coming from the largest one, Ikki's voice coming from second largest one, and Sakura's voice coming from you dog and they transform to reveal their real forms.

Okay, first off, if I see Her Imperial Fluffiness Sushi-mush with another dog, that's already a sign that something's up. You see... Sushi can be a bit of a snob. She generally doesn't initiate interactions, and she tends to back away when strangers or other dogs try to approach her. Or she just outright ignores them. And she easily gets intimidated by larger dogs, so if these guys are larger than she is, I'd be really surprised.

And of course, hearing said dogs speaking would be rather disconcerting even if it wasn't the voices of Rider characters lol

Komasan, Komajiro, and Komami. You already know that they are komainu, lion-dogs in English. I am also assuming that you probably know who Komasan is. Now, a more in-depth description of the other two. Komajiro is a komainu who more closely resembles a shiba inu. His fur is ochre-colored with a cream patch around his muzzle and stomach; his inner-ears and tail are a darker shade of ochre. He has light blue eyes and brown swirls on his cheeks and hips. Personality-wise, he's more curious and optimistic, unlike his brother where he adapts much quicker to urban life to the point that it renders Komasan a tad jealous. He picks up city lingo, gets accustomed to modern technology to the point of him becoming a DJ at a nightclub where he adapts his nickname of KJ. Despite being more skilled than Komasan and tends to expect more from him, he still sees him as impressive and inspirational to him. Komami is komainu that shares many characteristics with Komasan and Komajiro. She is slightly shorter than Komasan and Komajiro, sporting a rounder head with smaller hitodama flames that are pink in color. Unlike the other komainu Yo-kai, all there is on her tummy is a singular pink swirl rather than an outline. She also wears a red cloak with a pink bow, and a blue sling pouch. Komami's pink color scheme on her design is very similar to the purple color scheme of her mother. She has has a photo of her traveling all over Japan on her Inzuragram, Yo-kai Instagram, and as she travels all over the country, she leaves behind various legends. She also works for the Yo-kai Criminal Police Organization-Interpol as an undercover agent going by the role "Command of Mysterious.", where Komasan and Komajiro take them on a journey to stop a Yo-kai from committing tax fraud on a distant island and she manages to stop them by showing her ability to do Kung-Fu moves on them. Yes, the small little dog creature is capable of beating big deadly Yo-kai.

I'm afraid I'm blanking out on who Komasan is, though of course I know it's the Yokai Watch character. They seem nice enough though, I guess?

I guess it's a bit amusing that lion dog ghosts would be found by Sushi-mush of all things and lead to me, since I'm mostly ethnic Chinese and lion dogs (aka fu dogs) are good fortune for us. And they're supposed to be based off shih tzu, which is one of the breeds Sushi-mush is a mix of (she's also part maltese).

They give you their medals as a sign of friendship and to use with the Yo-kai watch Usapyon gave you. Also, Komasan and Komajiro now live with you as male versions of your dog. Don't worry, they can take care of themselves. Also, Hiromi-sounding Komasan gives you a picture of Hiromi and a big Lovekov plush.

Again, amusing they just turn into shih tzu(/maltese), aka the very thing that lion dogs are already based on.

I'd appreciate the gifts... I'd definitely display the Hiromi photo somewhere close by (but where my parents would not see lol) and I'd have to make space on my bed for the Absolute Unit Lovekov. As for the disks... Well, I'm not sure what I'd use them for along with the watch, but I'll appreciate them nonetheless

[alwaysbethewest]

Secret Santa Here!

I think I’m going to write about Din! Just wanted to ask about some of your preferences (:

I can relate to personal insecurities regarding being picked up/sharing clothes but would you mind if I included some mild body worship?

ALSO would you be okay with fluff/smut/pining, and do you have anything particular you would like me to include ☺️

Some other things I wanna ask IF you feel comfortable answering is: brief/general description of your appearance, ex) dark shirt hair, a few inches shorter than Din, etc

Hi! 🥰 Putting this under a cut because I rambled a little, lol.

So what I meant about disliking physical size descriptions wasn't really about personal insecurities but more about inclusiveness. I've noticed a lot of otherwise "blank slate" reader fics unthinkingly include things like those examples that would throw some readers out of the fic and it bothers me. And it also bothers me that when people do write fics centered on plus-size readers, it feels like about 90% of the time there is some reference to the reader's internal insecurity/self-hatred, etc. etc. I get why some people find it therapeutic to work through that stuff in fic and receive the reassurance from their favorite characters that they are beautiful as they are, but for me fanfic is a fantasy place where I would prefer not to dwell on body insecurities in the first place and would rather embody someone who is self-assured. I DO like body worship if the descriptions stay either neutral or are labeled and described as a bigger/curvier body, where it's treated as a pure, lusty desire for reader's body, not as a reassurance that she's okay when she doesn't actually think she is. Does that make sense? I tried my hand at writing a plus-size reader once in kind of a matter-of-fact neutral/positive way, if it helps as an example of what I mean: A Feeling Like This.

If you want to use elements of my appearance rather than keep it a blank slate, I am a curvy white girl with long (mid-back length), wavy, medium/dark brown hair and blue eyes, and am a little over 5'8".

And yes!! Smut/fluff/pining sounds nice ☺️ There isn't anything specific I want to request for it (lol sorry if I am making your task more difficult? I'm not great at prompting, clearly). I am pretty easy to please, long paragraph above notwithstanding 😂

[kaitlynpcallmebeepme]

Damn these roads

Damn these roads. 

Idea: Chicago fire where the reader just trips (like I did) in the parking lot and walks into station 51 with blood running down her knee and they patch her up at the ambulance, maybe suggest to take her to med but she’s definitely off shift because she can’t walk now (can be a firefighter or paramedic).  She could be walking from the parking lot, trips, and then walks up to the station where Kelly and Casey are smoking outside and just see the blood or they can see her fall and get a bit worried when she doesn’t jump back up. 

Requested: Nope

Author’s Note: I decided to not make this a character x reader because I just felt like it should more be a Chicago fire family fic.  I also haven’t finished the first season of Chicago Fire, but I think this is ok.  Also, I included the picture of my actual knee after I fell, which is what this story is based on, so if you’re squeamish then warning.  I could not find the best of gifs for this fic.

Warning: Blood and injury descriptions, a hurt fic, swearing

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Coming in for a shift was never easy, especially when your shift did not line up exactly with the other people at the house.  This meant that you had to catch up with the gossip that happened earlier in the day.  

As you pulled up to your beloved Station 51, you could see Kelly and Casey on their deck chairs smoking outside.  You didn’t mind that this was how they figured out how to talk about their feelings to each other, you just wished it did not involve destroying their lungs.  Also, what a giant oxymoron they gave you of firefighters smoking.  

You pulled your car up to the parking lot then grabbed your duffel bag and started to make your way toward the boys.  It all happened so fast that you weren't sure what happened.  One moment you were walking toward some of your favorite people, the next you were on your hands and knees staring at the asphalt.    

**Kelly POV**

I had just finished telling Casey about a minor argument that Stella and I had when I saw Y/n walk up to the station.  She was the baby of the firehouse to everyone, mainly because she was the youngest, the newest parametric, and shorter than most of us.  I couldn’t see exactly what happened, but now Y/n was on her knees right outside the firehouse driveway.  

“You okay Y/n?” I gave a brief look at Casey and he had his eyes on Y/n too.  She nodded at both of us but didn’t jump back up.  She stayed on her knees on the ground for a solid 10 seconds.  She then twisted herself so she was sitting on her butt with her knees facing up.  I dropped my cigar and ran to her as soon as I saw the brief glimpse of red with Casey hot on my heels.  

**Reader POV**

Ow fuck that hurt.  I’m just glad I caught myself and didn’t break my teeth. I don’t know what happened, but I know my knees don’t have it in them to jump up right now.  I rolled myself over so I could see the damage when both boys were at my side, as they always were. 

(*If you want to see the picture of my knee, I put it under the cut on the bottom, it was taken after I cleaned up the blood)

“That’s a lot of blood.”

“Yeah, no shit Casey. Can you both help me up?” 

Both boys got me up, each with one of my arms over their muscular shoulders, and tried to help me walk into the station even with blood gushing down my leg.  I’m assuming they didn’t want me to have the embarrassment of being carried in bridal style.  Sylvie sat in the ambulance filling out a clipboard when we approached her.  

“Sylvie!” She turned as soon as she heard Casey call her name and rushed down to us. They all lifted me into the back of the ambulance.  

“Damn, you sure did a number on yourself.” 

“No shit Sylvie.” 

She cleaned up the blood, put some abd pads on, and wrapped my whole knee in an elastic bandage and tape.  

“It should heal up well, but you’ll probably be out of action for a week at least.  You want to go to the Med?”

“No, but I should go tell Chief that I’ll be out for a bit.” 

“We’ll help you down to his office considering you won’t be walking straight,” Casey said.  I scootched my butt out of the ambulance and locked both of my arms around the boys as I limped down to Chief Boden’s office.  

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I heard Chief say come in after I knocked on his office door.  I turned the knob and hobbled in barely putting pressure on my left leg.  I only stopped walking once I grabbed the chair in front of his desk.  

“What happened to you miss sunshine? I thought you just got on shift?”

“I was coming in chief, tripped on a pothole, and jammed both of my knees into the edge of it. Scrapped them up pretty badly.” 

“Sylvie patched her up.  It was like a whole spoonful was taken out of her knee.” Kelly added as if my limping into his office needed any further explanation in detail.  

“You have any idea how long you’ll be out of action?  I don’t want to miss my best parametric.” That statement made me smile.  

“I still have to get it checked out at Med at some point, but I can’t put any weight on it nor bend it for the time being.” I somberly said.  I hated giving Chief bad news.  

“Very well then.  Do you want me to tell everyone or do you want to?” 

This was something I hadn’t thought about.  Of course, we all get injured on the job at some point.  But now you had to embarrassingly say that you would be out of action because your clumsy ass couldn’t walk through the parking lot.  

“I’ll do it.  They’ll either know now or be asking later.” 

“Let’s go then.  They should be all getting ready to eat.” Kelly said.  

They helped me hobble down the hall to the kitchen.  It wasn’t a graceful entrance and caught a lot of eyes.  Standing in front with everyone looking at you, you might as well get it over with.  Don’t be afraid to say anything.  That’s what you’re late girl Leslie taught you.  

“So, as you can obviously tell.  I tripped coming in, my knee is busted, and I will be off of ambo and out of action for the foreseeable future.  I don’t think forever, but until I can walk straight again.”  

There was only a moment of silence before Herman spoke up.

“Ahh, that’s a bummer Y/n.  Hey, if you need anything you let Cindy or I know okay?” 

“Will do.”  He gave me one of those proud dad hugs that he was so good at.  One by one the other fireman came up to me reassuring me that if I ever need anything from them, to just ask.  I of course got a big group hug from my fire girls Sylvie, Gabby, and Stella.  Always thankful that I have their love. I gave one more hug to my boys behind me who helped carry me in.  Station 51 was really like a family.  Through thick and thin, in sickness and in health.