#I went through like four different sketches

[heck-theo]

Okokokokok- ignore how rough and messy some of these redraws/sketches are - but it's apparently also dinosaur month?? (WHY did no one ever tell me it's Jurassic June? I love dinosaurs) And like. What if Rise but dinosaurs?!

I don't often post such loose sketches but I wanted to show these off cause I really like some of this.

Design choices and dino species + the reasons I picked them bellow (looking for potential Donnie dino suggestions):

Clothes: Without the shell they really need clothes. They'd all have pretty much the same pants to keep some unity, except maybe Mikey (I decided they should all have the same pants after I finished the Mikey sketches, not sure if I'll keep the shorts or change to pants). Accessories are a mix of pre and post finale.

Raph - I think would keep it simple and practical but would also wear nice jackets and stuff when in casual situations. I need to work on giving him an alternative outfit and tweak his accessories a bit.

Donnie - An oversized pull-over hoodie cause we already know he loves that shit. We see him wearing it all the time. Easy enough. He wears a comfortable singlet underneath so the straps of his battle sail don't rub. Nice soft fabric, tight fit so it doesn't move around, tucks it into his pants, etc. When he wears the battle sail he won't overheat so he can wear hoodies basically all year round.

Leo - He's in one of those shirts with obnoxiously large arm holes and make it cropped cause 1. I think he would 2. I want it to be different from Raph and Donnie's singlets. He usually wears the shoulder strap off his shoulder but pulls it up when he needs to. He has some of the black bandages over his mid drift atm but I might just make his pants super high waisted in the final version. He'd probably wear a bomber jacket (also cropped?) over the top for cool weather, but doesn't like to hide his feathers.

Mikey - I think he'd mostly wear hand me downs when he's younger. He definitely goes through a stage of rebelling and wanting to pick his own and would find a middle ground of appreciating sharing some of his brother's clothes and modifying them, as long as he has the choice of his own available. Not sure if that would be before or after this design. At the moment he's got Raph's old shorts (from a loooong time ago), Leo's old shirt, and Donnie's old zip up hoodie. He does have his own accessories though, including pins instead of stickers.

Dinosaurs: I kept them all as non-avian dinosaurs, AKA not including animals that are colloquially considered dinos but aren't (like pterosaurs). I wanted to keep an even split of herbivore vs carnivore just so one wasn't the odd one out. I wanted to keep most of their body structure, colours and distinguishing features the same as canon. Obviously I added tails cause, yeah, of course haha. I did want them to be recognisable as different species of dino using distinct characteristics that their species is known for. I did ignore a lot of differences though, like size and bipedal vs quadruped (although the quadrupeds might be more likely to go to all fours, especially when fighting or afraid). Leo and Donnie are carnivores so have sharper teeth and claws.

Raph - Some kind of Ceratopsian (likely Triceratops or something very similar) and he was the first idea I had for this and I'm really happy with it. I think it just suits him. Trike Raph just came to me in an unprecedented moment of genius. His spikey frill replicates his spikey shell. His sturdiness, protectiveness and willingness to kick ass when needed, all scream trike to me.

Donnie - Spinosaurus but looking for other species recommendations. More details below: So I wanted to figure out a way for him to have tech with a similar function to his battle shell (in the sense that it's something that helped him in day to day life) and so I went with spino cause one possible theory about a function of spinosaurus' sail is temperature regulation. So his battle sail has heating/cooling systems as well as other tech. A spino's sail was probably not fragile but the battle sail would also help protect it from being targeted during fights or crushed during extreme impacts. It was also thought to be used for display, and what's more of a display than a battle sail? The only problem I have with this is that it's lacking part of what makes Donnie's battle shell so great, which is that it is essentially a prosthetic. Not quite the same as how prosthetics are used in people of course, just in the sense that it is replicating the functionality of a body part that he doesn't have (I can't think of a better word). Well he does have a shell but it doesn't function in the same way that his brothers shells do, which leaves him with less defense than they have, hence a big reason for the battle shell (I hope I explained this well, it was hard to try and word properly). I can't think of a good way to do this with dinos. I was thinking of a carno or something with tiny arms, then Donnie could have tech enhanced arms but I'm pretty much ignoring body structure in the others so it would be weird to have just Donnie be affected by a difference in limb structure/functionality. I was thinking prosthetic tail but every non avian dinosaur had a pretty substantial tail. Except therizinosaurus but even they hade pretty obvious tails. I'm open to suggestions for this one if anyone has ideas. It does have to be an extinct non-avian dinosaur (anything not in Avialae), preferably carnivore but if someone suggests a really good herbivore or omnivore then I can try and swap Mikey for a carnivore. I want there to be an even split. I also wanted to give him something different on his face, like his brothers, and that could only be a little spino crest and it crowds the top of his head but I can't put it anywhere else...

Leo - A type of Dromaeosaur. I was tossing up between this and a dilophosaur where his red stripes were part of the dilo's crest, cause I wasn't sure about giving him feathers. But dilo Leo was so plain compared to the rest and the crests were hard to get looking right so I went back to raptor Leo. I can definitely imagine him literally and metaphorically preening his feathers too. You can't really see it but he does also have that big raptor claw. Raptors were smart, tactical and worked in packs so I think that suits him. I wasn't specifically referencing how some artists draw Leo's stripes coming off his face (I was just trying to replicate his stripes somehow, even though it doesn't make a huge amount of sense) but I realised afterwards that it kinda looks like that and might have been subconsciously inspired by it.

Mikey - Is an Ankylosaur. I'm pretty happy with the species but I need to work out the design of his armour plating so that it looks interesting, cool and protective but isn't too chunky, too pointy or super lumpy looking. I went with an anky cause Mikey is often hiding in his shell and he can't do the same here but he could curl up in a defensive ball. Plus I could imagine him using his tail club in his razzmatazz fighting style. A little like his kusari-fundo or nunchacku/nunchucks (not sure on proper wording).

[boydepartment]

quiet nights- hwang hyunjin x reader

a/n: i am sorry this was completely self indulgent :( ik i have requests rn but like… i finished all my work and im just laying down next to my mom watching hyunjins vlogs on the tv so this is FOR ME :(( your girl has been a little tired lately and mentally stressed i usually don’t even write or take requests for skz anymore but……………. omg what’s that behind you???!!!?

warnings- none, fluff, they just talk in the hotel room. not proof read.

wc- 400-500

MASTERLIST

curling up beside your cool hotel pillows was the standard while traveling. you didn’t expect your boyfriend to get back to the hotel room until later tonight. hyunjin was a busy man and his errands for this trip were later than your errands. your errands finished when his started, so needless to say you really missed him.

you fumbled around trying to get comfortable in the dim hotel room, you had all the lights off and you could see the city lights from the open curtains.

since the room was so high up you felt comfortable leaving them open, there was no balcony or any openings so you could enjoy truly enjoy the view of the bustling city.

you sat up and took a seat by the window, taking the throw blanket you and hyunjin bought from your last trip with you.

it was amazing to you that there was so many people living so many different lives, so many lights to signify different things. before you knew it you had grabbed the sketchbook and charcoal out of your bag. hyunjin had bought you and him art supplies while you were out earlier.

you started to sketch out the city in front of you, so focused on the scene. you wanted to challenge yourself to not try and erase or clean up your lines unless it was with the medium.

your brows furrowed and you started to get in your head, not even realizing your boyfriend was back in the hotel room. hyunjin thought you were asleep so he set down the bags of surprises quietly. when he walked further into the hotel room he saw you sitting by the window with the sketchpad in front of you. smiling to himself he watched you for a bit, changing from his outdoor clothes to indoor.

once he was done he went up to you and put his hand on your shoulder, the thin piece of charcoal snapped and you looked up at him.

“you scared me.” you felt yourself laugh a little before smiling up at him. hyunjin looked down at you, his smile never leaving his face.

“i’m sorry, my intended…” he mumbled and leaned down to kiss you.

you smiled into the kiss and set the art stuff down on the small table.

“let’s get your hands cleaned up and then we can head to bed alright? it’s late…” hyunjin caressed your face and kissed your forehead. you nodded and you both walked to the bathroom.

he helped you wash the charcoal off your hands as he told you about his day, “then this lady complimented my jewelry and i found out she was some like high political power that i didn’t even know!” hyunjin whispered through giggles.

“when did you find out?” you asked, giggling aswell, your boyfriend always found himself in weird positions like this.

hyunjin started laughing again, “literally four people came up to me and were like, ‘do you know who that is?’ and obviously i was like ‘nooooo what?’”

that sounded like something he would do and you could so clearly imagine it, “how does this keep happening to you?”

he dried off your hands and kissed your palms, “i don’t know my love! people just talk to me i guess. i don’t even know what they’re saying half the time.”

you started to giggle again and you guys walked over to the bed and got in. it was finally comfortable to you with your boyfriend next to you.

“so tell me about your day?” he laid on his side facing you, tracing your hands with his fingertips, “i had to leave when you got back so i didn’t get to ask…”

“it was busy, i had to talk to a lot of people too, not political powers though.” you teased him, he threw his head back and laughed.

“but it was good, i walked around a bit when you left, picked up a couple things for us too. there’s leftovers in the small fridge.” you spoke softly. hyunjin nodded and scooted closer to you, you could tell he was getting tired. sleep finally knocking on his door.

“i found… i found a nice cafe…” he yawned and pulled you closer to him, “healthy food… nice breakfast…” hyunjin started to shut his eyes.

you relaxed in his arms and started to place with the ends of his hair, “want to go there for breakfast tomorrow?”

he nodded, “then a museum…”

“then a museum…” you repeated and smiled to yourself, sleep starting to come for you too, “we better get rest then…”

hyunjin nodded into your neck, “mhm….” humming.

“i love you..” you whispered, your hand moving back and forth on his back.

“i love you most..”

[aliamor]

OMGGGG I have an ideaaaaa! <33

Okay so boom, CaseOh and his girlfriend (or just another streamer) doing the hardcore Minecraft challenge together!!

Caseoh is so sweet so he'll make sure that she has food and armor!!!!

As a plus (projecting myself here lolol), she loves the color pink so she was the one who saw the pretty cherry trees and thought of the Cherry Blossom Base!! 🥹🥹🌸

(also, watching CaseOh play Minecraft with Jynxzi and Sketch was a hard watch only because they didn't really know how to play😭... so I want her to have good knowledge of it)

Please if you could do this that would be so awesome!! <3

Thank you so much and I hope you have a good day! :) 🌸

Oooo i like thiss, i got you :)

Bro that stream with jynx and sketch had him STRESSED😭

Streaming minecraft with case was interesting but also made your heart swell. Case was always in the mines grinding for iron, coal, you name it. But as soon as he had what made him happy, he would suface back to you and smelt whatever needed to be.

As soon as the iron was good, he made full set of armor and dropped them to you and they filled four of your inventory slots.

“Case, you dont have too, you should be using this armor not me” you speak to him through your mic.

“Im making another set for me dont worry, i gotta make sure your safe well im off at seas” he would joke to you.

But not only did he stop with that, he would always check if you had enough food or what your hunger was looking like.

“baby, you got enough food?”

Or “hows your hungry? Whatchu at?”

“Partly hungry, im good but thank you”

Every so often as you guys adventure around the minecraft world he would drop fish into you inventory. As you explore, you had one biome in mind, its wood is what you wanted to use as your house and the color was just a fan favorite,

The Cherry Blossom biome.

Which felt like hours but really was max of 15 min before the pink leafs in the distance fills the next country mile of your screen. Of course case had no problem having his base being made out of blossom wood, he more of the fact liked it more than you did.

You got the structure down and farmed sand, wood, carpeting/ different materials for your flooring, beds, chest, all that good stuff to make it home. You both even went out and collected animals to have a farm.

Mwah,

This is like the one idea I actually went in writinh mode about, i just felt like i had too. Ill probably do this more often with some of the ideas. Lemme know if you like it or not, your thoughts are good to know so ill know how to make your ideas the best way possible for you to enjoy 🤍

[tul1ps-k1sses]

🌷So I did a thing..@lara-cairncross, but I managed to make an oc!! Meet Emilia, a garden fairy of the Hidden Hollow. She’s a very sweet and kind fairy, her love for her gardening talent is so infectious and caring. Her aura is so calming and uplifting, it’s like being embraced by the very essence of an entire flower field!

🌷Anyway, here’s some facts about my little delicate flower!:

-She’s LOVES eating anything with strawberries in it! And of course anything sweet will cheer her up! But she doesn’t really eat much of it, so she mostly eats small chopped fruits.

-She’s a sea turtle! (I was originally going to make her a water fairy, but then i realized it didn’t really make up my mind, so after days of thinking and rewatching tinker bell movies, a thought popped up in my head) Emilia is the ONLY garden fairy that can control aquatic flowers and collect seaweed without getting her wings wet! While other garden fairies can sometimes get their wings dampened by doing the work; so she’s the only fairy to volunteer to do it, and yes, she can swim.

-Whenever it was time for the seasons to change, Emilia has a habit of wandering off to see the humans. Mostly because she really wanted to know more about them cause of the stories the other fairies talked about. But at early morning, she peeked through April’s window cell and saw four other fairies that looked just like her, till this day she wondered who they were.

-Back home in the forest, she has the most BIGGEST garden! Filled with various of flowers and succulents that have been on the books, while some were very rare and never heard of before. And also a border to the winter side to see her best friend! Lumi, Yuichi’s younger sister.

-When Emilia’s friends come to hug her, they can always smells like a dessert! Strawberry shortcake with a hint of vanilla syrup and a dollop of a Sakura blossom on top. Even when she gives something to them as a gift or for something, she has the most SOFTEST hands ever! That’s why she’s mostly seen holding hands with her friends when flying or walking around in the field.

-She has a VERY contagious laugh.

(I have more facts in my brain! But it’ll come to me)

🌷Little Emmy is really good at sewing! But sometimes she can stitch things at the wrong end or mess it up, she’s still learning! She goes on picnics by herself so that she can study all plants around her and in case she got hungry she packed desserts or whatever she made with her bare hands (I’m sorry if my handwriting looks so different in the picture, it’s because i took breaks and i totally forgot which brush i used before 😭)

🌷The first time Emilia went outside the forest was when she was very very young, nobody really knew her so whenever she walked around the Hidden Hollow she’d either end up bumping into someone or falling to the ground because she was still getting used to her legs rather than flying around. The garden fairies soon recognized her once she reached a flower field, surprisingly they were nice to her. They asked for her name, but she didn’t learn how to speak so instead she pointed out towards a pretty pink tulip, so the garden fairies started calling her tulip! (The little flower knew her name, but she just didn’t know how to speak yet)

and…that’s all! I’m still sketching out the rest about Emilia/Emmy so if you’re interested in her, feel free to ask questions! Bye for now! 😘

Part 2>>

[intimidating-fettuccine]

This idea randomly popped into my head and I just wanted to write it down.

Just imagining Helen if he didn’t become a creep. Helen growing up and doing everything he can to get away from his abusive parents. Helen buried himself in his art, trying to perfect and improve it and make something out of it. Helen goes on to become a very well-known artist, making a living off of his work, so much so that he starts to travel so that he can experience new things and further his creativity with all the different views he sees and people he meets. Helen who saw you one day in a park and knew immediately you were the most gorgeous person he’d ever seen. Helen keeps going back to that park hoping to see you again, and he does.

He walks up to where you’re sitting and politely asks to sit next to you, and he’s elated when you agree. He absentmindedly draws the landscape around you, catching your eyes as you compliment him on his work. He bashfully thanks you, explaining he’s an artist and does it by trade. You ask to see more of his pieces, and he shows you photos of them, explaining all of the details and inspirations that went into them. You talk for a few hours, and at the end of it, Helen asks if it would be alright to get your number. Despite fearing rejection more than when publishing any art piece, you accept again, and he feels elation flowing through him.

He decides to stay in your city for a much longer period of time than he originally intended, halting his travel plans. The two of you keep talking, and eventually, Helen asks for you to model for him. You’re unsure at first, not really convinced you’d be the best model for him, but he insists, citing his beliefs; that you’re a very attractive person and he’d love to capture you artistically. Though flustered, you agree to his request and begin casually modeling for him. Soon, all of his sketchbooks are filled with you. Once Helen draws you a few times it becomes muscle memory to him, and he finds himself absentmindedly sketching you whenever he’s distracted. The two of you continue to grow closer, meeting up for lunches and dinners, hanging out when the two of you are free, and occasionally with you modeling for him in between.

Helen knows a few weeks into talking to you that he’d like to ask you on a date, but it takes a few months in truth before he gets there. Months where he was supposed to be leaving your area, but instead he’s renting an apartment, buying furniture, creating a permanent space he never planned on doing, but he can’t force himself to leave. By the time he’s finally confident enough to ask you, you’re equally as interested in him, and soon one date becomes two, and then three, and then four, and then Helen is convinced he’s never going to be able to move away from you.

You’re the most charming and wonderful person he’s ever met, with all of your quirks and habits, and he just can’t help but fall deeper and deeper in love with you every day. Sketches of you become paintings, some of which are subtle enough to obscure your identity he publishes, but those that truly follow his work and online presence begin to recognize the silhouette in his pieces with the person he’s regularly taking photos with when the two of you are on excursions, although nobody has definitive proof of it being you, it’s obvious that you’ve enamored the once lonely artist.

Helen continues to grow, amassing a bigger audience and obtaining a much more stable financial income from his work, taking up commissions in his spare time that contribute heavily. He still travels on occasion but is no longer alone. He takes you with him, showing you his favorite places, all of the beautiful areas you’d never been to before, but can’t help but recognize from some of the photos he once showed you on that fateful day at the park. Months turn into years, a lonely apartment turns into one with warmth and two bodies to occupy it together, and Helen can’t help but relish in the fact that you are the best decision he’s ever made.

Eventually, of course, he asks you to marry him. He takes you to a spot he said he’d been planning on scouting for a painting, a gorgeous area, one of the most beautiful he’d ever taken you to. While you’re admiring the scenery, he kneels down behind you, and of course, when you turn to face him finally and he pops the question, you can’t help but say yes. The next piece he publishes is of a hand, adorned by a beautiful engagement ring in front of a gorgeous view. Then, it becomes two people in love on their wedding day, the same ring spotted in the painting, now accompanied by a wedding band. Through all his early trials and tribulations, Helen never thought he’d find someone to settle down with, but he’s never been more thankful for anything than he is for meeting you. His art started so dark, so moody, but after growing with you it’s become filled with so much warmth and expression. The once lonely artist found his muse that changed his life for the better, his muse that he’ll continue to paint for the rest of his days, so long as he is able.

[anonymousdisco]

How’d I get Isikaid into Yandere Obey Me Chapter Four: Setting into Motion - Part Two

Teachers POV:

I walked into the class a bit tiredly. This part of the school year was always tiring. Most students were never able to level up and advance their studies till close to the end of the school year. Given that it always seemed pointless to hold tests in each class every month.

I stood at the front of the greenhouse looking at all the students. Since today was an advancement day all the students except for the most advanced were gathered in the bottom floor to be monitored during the test.

I cleared my throat before I began to speak. “Good morning class. Today since we are testing remove all devices and put them in the classroom we use on Tuesdays and Fridays. In five minutes we will be starting.” All the students left except for one.

She looked a bit embarrassed as she stood there not moving. Which one was she again? She was clearly a member of the class but she seemed so meek for a demon. A bit innocent compared to the others in the class. When she caught me staring she stuttered out a quick explanation.

”I don’t have a D.D.D.” She seemed nervous. “You can check my bag if you want. All it has is my class things that I need for today.”

I chuckled a bit. “It’s fine. Although it is odd a young demon such as yourself isn’t keeping up with the latest tech…” I mused as I stared at her more closely.

She mumbled a bit at that looking at the ground embarrassment shown on her face. “I can’t work and attend school at the same time due to my schedule being packed so I don’t buy much stuff.”

The other student returned shortly after and I assigned pots. For some reason I felt like assigning her close to the front where I’d have the clearest eye on her work today. “We will be dealing with a very deadly plant today that is carnivorous. If you know you are not ready to do this simply do not attempt. If you end up overwhelmed then stop the test immediately and inform me of your forfeit. There is no shame in admitting you are in over your head.” I made a particular glance at the pride circle demons in my class as I said the last part knowing how stubborn they can be.

”You will began now. You have one hour to present me with your pots. You are allowed to finish early but take your time.” I clapped my hand signaling them to start.

(Y/N) POV:

Unlike the other students I do not approach my pot. Instead I take out a notebook from my purse and a pen. I sketch a small picture of the seeds sitting on the desk in-front of me. Once done with that I take out a different colored pen to write my observations on the seeds shape and size. I make careful notes on what the teacher said about it being carnivorous. Using this I narrowed it down to a Hallowing Rose. It was the only plant that fit since it matched the seeds look and also was one of the few plants that grows fast enough to reach adulthood in twenty minutes.

The problem with cultivation with this plant though was touching the seeds. It was protected by a layer of acid miasma that was produced by the plant itself to protect the seeds. It could seep through even the most protective material. There was only one way to get past that and it took thirty minutes to prepare. 

All throughout my writing I made sure to keep an anxiety ridden face with an air of concentration. I went over to the other side of the green house where a couple cauldrons were set up with various supplies for plant based potions scattered about. I gathered everything needed and made sure to keep slightly unsteady nervous hands.

I made myself seem to pause for a second and breathe. When I was done I made it look like I was determined rather than scared and move quickly and cautiously  through all the steps. When I was done I grabbed the potion bottle and carried it over to the bowl my seeds sat in and soaked them for the required time. Once done I planted them straight into the pot quickly before watering them with a bit of the blood filled watering cans available. Most everyone had finished by now and time was almost out.

Soon when there was only five minutes left and I was only student still there I was ready. I walked up timidly hiding begins my pot as I handed it to the teacher stuttering out nervously, “I’m done sir.”

Teacher POV:

I looked at the Howling Rose in amazement. Never had I seen a student give such results before. The roses dripped blood from their petals as they seemed to croon a melancholy howl that was what their name sake came from. Despite such wonderful results the girl before me seemed timid. “I failed again didn’t I? I never pass any tests…” She murmured sadly eyes on the ground.

”As a matter of fact you passed.” Her head whipped up an expression of disbelief on her face. “I look forward to seeing you in the second floor next class that we have. Now go so you’re not late for your next class.” 

I gently showed her out before looking at her class records at my desk. She was a wonderful student. A genius practically till you looked at her test. Did she have… test anxiety? How could such a thing be missed till now?! Just who was responsible for her education?

I making a decision used the schools D.D.D landline to call the head of schools secretary. Getting no reply I called the head of the school instead. When he picked up I made sure to sound apologetic. “My apologies Lord Diavolo if this is a bad time. This is about a students need for accommodation for testing. I believe Miss (Y/N) Morningstar has test anxiety. She is practically a genius but her mental issues with anxiety is holding her back. If she could have the right accommodations I’m sure you would see it too.”

”Whatever she needs get it done.” I heard Lord Diavolo voice and it sounded like he was… protective in a way of this student. Perhaps because she was a student council member?

”Understood I’ll inform her other teachers.” I get ready to do so about to hang up when he speaks.

”No need I’ll have it handled personally by Barbatos.” I feel shocked at this but I do as told. “You are dismissed.” He hung up shortly after saying that. I sit there wondering just who is she to him for him to be so serious.

Barnatos POV: 

I wasn’t expecting the Young Master to need me to handle something else so soon but when I heard who it was for I was happy to do it immediately. I rushed through the school quickly getting everything ready before approaching (Y/N) carefully trying not to startle her.

”Barbatos…?” She tilted her head shyly. “Were you in need of something? I’m on my way to my next test.”

”Yes I need you to follow me. Your testing location has changed. In fact your entire classroom experience will be facing some changes. You are now going to be following the schedule of our more delicate student population.” I smiled reassuringly without thinking. I liked taking care of her like this. She looked so adorable when she was shy and embarrassed.

”But Barbatos I’m fine where I am. I manage as I’m needed to.” She looked at me worried by what I said.

”Nonsense. You need help with your test anxiety so you will follow the schedule of the schools special students who get the needed accommodation.” I make my voice slightly stern and try not to regret it when her eye tear up slightly.

”But if I’m only at school for half the day then…” She sniffled slightly, “I won’t be able to to attend student council… and if that happens I won’t see my-“ She stops herself from speaking abruptly as if trying to avoid revealing something.

I speak to her gently, “Leviathan attends such a schedule himself and he is still on the student council. It will be fine, (Y/N).” She looked up at me hesitantly while fiddling.

”Alright then if you insist…” She followed me as I showed her to the back of the school. Once we reached room 2017 I opened the door and showed her inside.

”This is the only classroom you have to worry about now. It has a desk for your work as well as what ever devices you’ll need. There is a laptop bag in one of the drawers that you can take too and from school. You will only spend half the day on school work now, and are only required to do school in this room on testing days. Otherwise you can do it from home on your laptop just make sure to be present for all student council meetings.” I explained as I helped her get settled putting some tea on her desk. “You are done testing for the day since you are only allowed to test once per day now. You can complete two to three classes a day now at your leisure.”

She nodded along taking careful note in a worn notebook that was clearly well loved and used. I smile at her calmly at how cute it was. “Thank you for taking the time to do this Barbatos.” When was the last time I was thanked so sweetly for doing something…? It made my heart a bit fuzzy.

”Your welcome dear.” I left her to her own thoughts as I walked away finding a spot to continue to monitor her discretely as I had been ordered to by my young master.

Diavolo:

~Affection: 29%

“She’s struggling in school. How could none of us notice?! She’s so determined to be able to try to push herself through school anyways. It’d be cute if it wasn’t the for the fact she must have felt like she was drowning trying to keep up her grades. I’ll have to talk to Lucifer during our weekly one on one meeting together.”

~Relation- Kindred spirit in loneliness and fierce mental protector

~Danger Level- Green

Barbatos:

~Affection: 27%

“She’s so determined to be a part of the council even if it hurts her mentally with the strain of trying to keep up in school. Could it be she is trying to keep up with her brothers and spend time with them? How adorable that is. Quiet demons like her who don’t cause me any trouble are so pleasant to take care of.”

~Relation- Silent Observer, ???

~Danger Level- Green

[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

Mosley Lane: Part Two

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.2k

Summary: This is the last piece of the puzzle. The piece before you can finally be set free from all this pain. You're going to do whatever it takes to help your friend and more importantly, yourself.

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill

Season Five Masterlist

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there are any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them.

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The rest of the team comes back and you inform them of what you and Spencer talked about with Ashley. Not much is known about Roger other than he worked as an electrician for his entire adult life. He eventually married Anita Wled, the daughter of a family who owns a funeral home. Penelope works her magic on the couple and comes up with some very interesting information.

"Apparently, Anita can't have children. Repeated miscarriages. Eventually, Anita got too old to bear children," she says after pulling up her medical charts.

"The first abduction that closely resembles what's going on here was a decade ago in a different city. Children have gone missing every few years in different parts of the state. I guess they got too many and hired Ashley to help take care of their children. Look how well that ended for her," you sigh.

"We're running out of time. Twenty-four hours have almost passed."

"Look, we all think that Aimee could be alive. That's why there are hundreds of volunteers and officers combing every inch of the county."

"They're dragging the rivers and digging up the woods. That's not gonna help us if Aimee is still with the unsub, if she's still alive out there," Emily sighs.

"What about Charlie? Is he still alive?"

"Sarah believes it," JJ says.

"She's been saying that for eight years, JJ," Derek says. "Have you thought about why you suddenly believe her? Do you think it might be because you're a mother?"

"Excuse me?" you ask, suddenly upset at Derek's comment. "Did you really just ask her that? It doesn't matter if she's a mother or not. We all want to believe a mother when she says her missing son might be alive. The ruse used on Charlie is the same one that happened with Aimee."

"All I'm saying is, if we go from a single abduction to multiple abductions over ten years, that changes everything. We all have to be convinced that's what it is based on an unbiased profile."

"My evidence isn't enough to convince you? You've seen the sketches. You've seen what Roger and Anita look like. You know what Ashley went through. Is that not enough?"

"Okay," Emily says, trying to calm the fire between you and Derek. "What's the ruse? A distraction of a lost child and eight-year-old victims are taken from public places with little to no security. That's not just the same ruse. That's a signature, and I'm not a mother."

"Charlie would be sixteen now. We all know that preferential offenders typically dispose of their victims before they reach puberty."

"Unless his purpose is to help Roger snatch the kids," you say. "He's been with them since he was eight. He's completely submissive to them. He'll do anything they say, including helping them kidnap other kids. It would be why Charlie's body was never found. Penelope, we need more information on the kids that were taken. Ashley's lawyer is going need more evidence for her retrial."

Before Penelope can do anything, Hotch speaks to you.

"Are you doing this because you want your friend out of jail?"

"No," you sigh. "I'm doing this because there is an innocent woman doing the time for a crime she didn't commit. These kids are going missing because of this horrid couple, and it needs to stop."

"Fine. Coordinate with Reid and Garcia." He looks at Penelope. "Go back ten years nationwide. Start with abductions in target-rich environments. Rule out any with bodily recovery, dead or alive."

"I'm going to let Sarah know," JJ says and leaves the room.

"The rest of us need to check out Aimee's abduction site with new eyes."

There is a small possibility that Roger and Anita aren't the ones doing this, which is why Hotch is looking at this through an unbiased lens. You know they are the ones responsible, so you have to gather the evidence before you can do anything else. Ashley deserves someone to fight for her.

Since the year 2000, over two hundred children's bodies have not been found nationwide. In the state of Virginia, there are twelve. Charlie has been on the list for eight years, and Aimee just joined it. Aimee was taken from Ashburn and Charlie was taken from Leesburg, eight years apart. Both of them were taken a half mile from the highway. Karla Hartaway was abducted in 1999 when she was eight from Garrison. Stephen Shepherd was also eight when he was abducted in 2003 from Arlington. Danny Kenman was abducted at four in the afternoon from the mall. His parents are divorced, and he's still missing. Tracey Cain vanished from a park with both her parents present. Jake Wusman was abducted while he and his family were on a picnic.

You got in contact with the families you know are affected by Roger and Anita. Before their children were abducted, they confirmed that Roger would come into their houses to fix some electrical problems. Anita once supplied a family with a casket from her father's business. It's how they knew what children to target.

You're sitting inside the briefing room after just getting done talking to one of the victims' families. You're twirling a pen in your hand when Hotch walks into the room.

"Did you find anything?"

"Everyone I talked to had a run-in with Roger and Anita prior to their kid being taken. Roger did some electrical work in their houses, and Anita sold a family a casket for a loved one who passed. Days later or even weeks, their child went missing and Roger and Anita left town. That's not a coincidence."

"I agree."

JJ walks into the room with a woman who looks like she's seen better days.

"Hotch, this is Sarah Hillridge."

"Oh, we met when Charlie was taken. I mean, you know, you saw a lot of us. I'm sure we all look the same."

"Thank you for coming in. Have a seat."

"Sarah, may I ask you something?" She nods. "Do you know who Roger and Anita Roycewood are? Maybe they did some work for you? You know, electrically?"

"I think I might have known a Roger. I had some electrical work done before Charlie was taken. I remember because we had to stay with a family friend while the work was being done."

You look at Hotch and raise your eyebrows. Your suspects are looking more like the people who are doing this now. They might have taken Aimee, and they might have taken Charlie eight years ago.

"Alright, these represent kids taken from public places." JJ has a map pulled up with pins on it. "Locations are never hit more than once, but there are similarities in each--different malls, toy stores, carnivals, theme parks, and parades. They are places where families should feel safe, and where there isn't much security. That's twelve children over ten years old. We should interview all the families."

"I know a few of them. We had a support group. I mean, most of them have moved on," Sarah says.

"You're here, though."

"I saw Charlie three years ago."

"You didn't tell me that," JJ says quietly.

"My husband didn't believe me. Why would you?"

"Tell us what happened."

"At first, I saw him all the time. I thought I did and from what I understand, that's normal, but you can't survive that way. So Jake and I promised that we would move on. A few years later, I saw him. I mean, it was different. In my mind, he had never aged, but this was a teenage Charlie crossing the street. As quick as he was there he was gone again, but I know I saw him. Jake didn't believe me. That was the day he left me."

"What did you do when you saw Charlie?"

"I called for him."

"How did you know it was him?"

"I didn't, not for sure, so I called for him again. He looked back."

"Your husband didn't see him?"

"It was crowded. He disappeared. I lost him all over again," she sighs sadly.

"We'll be asking those parents to sign up for all that pain again. If they've moved on..."

"They'd take the chance if it meant their kids were alive," Sarah interrupts JJ.

JJ calls in the victims' families and has the entire team talking to them to relive their worst days to get a feel of what happened to them back then. You're in the briefing room on the phone with Abel in hopes you have enough for a retrial.

"I talked to the families of the kids who disappeared. Roger and Anita had contact with them days or weeks prior to their child being taken. We know Ashley babysat for them, and she described the kids who match the description of those who disappeared. Is this enough for a retrial? I'm working on getting more evidence but this is all I have right now."

"Send it over to me. It might be enough to convince a judge for a retrial. I'll be in touch."

"Thank you so much. I really appreciate this."

"No, thank you. I hated seeing Ashely go to jail. She's a good person."

"I know she is," you smile.

You hang up feeling really good about this. You believe wholeheartedly that she will get released this week if not next week. On your way to Penelope's desk, you see families talking with your team, most of them crying as they retell the stories of the worst day of their lives. You knock on Pen's door and walk inside.

"Hey, can you tell me where Roger and Anita live?"

"Unfortunately, that trial ended when your friend was arrested. They dropped their house and sold most of their things. If they are here, then they're using cash."

"Okay, if they have young children, they have to have a house, it has to be local, and it has to be big enough to look appealing. It also might have enough room inside or underneath it to keep the children in. So maybe a farm or something? Also, look for places that are secluded."

"I'll keep looking."

"Thank you."

Once everyone has left, you rejoin the team and Sarah in the briefing room.

"Eleven families have confirmed the same woman, forty to fifty years old, calling for children. In some cases, she even had a child with her," JJ says.

"Can I have a copy of those witness accounts?" you ask.

"Sure."

"She actually used the kids for the abductions? Were they her own or the ones kidnapped?" Sarah asks.

"We don't believe she's a mother. Most predisposed female offenders are not, but they are the most violent."

"You said that she's working with someone?"

"Yes. Roger, her husband. She chooses the victim while they do the riskiest part. They grab the child and manage the getaway."

"We don't know for sure if it's Roger and Anita," Hotch says. "I know what you're saying, Y/N. I believe you one hundred percent, you know this. You also know that we need more proof before we can definitively put this on someone."

"I know," you nod. "I'll keep working on my angle."

"Good. Don't give up."

"This is what Charlie looks like as a teenager," JJ says, putting a computer-generated photo on the screen.

"Um, he's tall and thin. His hair is darker than it was, but that's him. That's Charlie. Why would they take the risk of letting him out in the world?"

"They've had him in their control for eight years. He's either got Stockholm or he's being threatened."

Sarah looks like she is going to break down crying so JJ immediately steps in.

"Why don't we take a break, okay? Come on."

"Okay. Thank you," she sighs and allows JJ to take her away.

"Listen, I had Penelope look into Roger and Anita's address just in case it is them. They sold their house and most of their things once Ashley got arrested. I told her to look at places that are big and spacious, maybe a farm. It might be isolated, especially if Anita is violent."

"I'll narrow down the places they might be on the map," Spencer says.

"I agree with Y/N in that it might be isolated. I mean, there's no way to explain a houseful of kids at the neighborhood block party."

"Managing this many children isn't easy, and there have to be incidents where things didn't go as planned. We should start with domestic calls and disturbances. Concentrate on families who were visited by social services."

"I'll get Garcia," Spencer says and leaves the room.

"It's likely these unsubs were questioned before. Once we narrow down Garcia's list, we should revisit them."

Penelope returns with one hundred and seven places where Roger and Anita could be.

"Okay, I have one hundred and seven families visited by social services in the last ten years."

"That's too many to go door to door. We're gonna have to narrow that down. We need to figure out why they're staying in Northern Virginia."

"Their work could be the key. They could have a child-care facility on the premises as a cover."

"You know, it's most likely a single-income family. Someone has to be home to stay with the kids," Spencer says.

"They've been questioned before, so we can expect a rehearsed response."

"Okay, all of this helps." Penelope narrows down the list. "I have twenty-three families now."

Derek looks uneasy and Rossi picks up on this.

"What is it?"

"We're gonna be knocking on the doors of twenty-three families, and all of them have done something bad to a child. We don't have a warrant. Just our profile. If we get it wrong and leave that house, they'll destroy any evidence they have, including the children."

"That's why you have me," you say. "I'll know immediately if there are children hiding. Even if it's not Roger and Anita, I'll know."

"Just for added precaution, JJ, get an article of Aimee's clothing."

"What for?" Penelope asks.

"It's for the dogs."

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Hostile Territory - Chapter 26

Pairing: Captain Syverson x OFC (Leah Coleman)

Word count: 3.7K

Warnings: Dom/Sub Undertones, Video Chat Sex/Masturbation, Shibari

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Day 351

Sitting down on the opposite side of the table, Ethan pulled Leah’s sketchbook out from under her pen and began to flip through the pages.

“Coleman, come on, you’ve been exclusively drawing crows for weeks, you gotta give us something different.”

“They’re ravens,” Rohan corrected, coming to sit on Leah’s left across from Ben.

Ethan frowned at Rohan, shaking his head. “What’s the difference?”

“Same family of bird but ravens are bigger.”

Leah did indeed have a book full of ravens. With forming hundreds of feathers being so intricate and tedious, it kept her mind focused on her task rather than on how much she missed Sy. The only problem was that she’d had so much practice over the last four months that they were actually becoming easy.

But that was not, in fact, the only thing she’d sketched lately and she prayed that Ethan wouldn’t flip to the back end of her sketchbook.

“Fine,” she said, waiting for an appropriate time to reclaim her sketchbook, “name an animal and make it hard.”

The boys took a moment to think before going around the table and naming their picks, beginning with Rohan and ending with Jer on her right.

“Lion.”

“Peacock.”

“Elephant.”

“Crocodile.”

The boys looked at Jer like he’d just said unicorns were real. It was an unconventional choice, sure, but it definitely met the assignment. She would have to learn the shape and texture of the skin. And, to fit on a single page, it would have to be a close up of its face which also meant teeth.

“I guess I have never done a croc before,” she said.

“That was obvious,” Ethan said, thumbing through the pages and showing off the dozens of animal pictures and the briefest glimpse of one that was much less PG. Read not at all.

Leah slapped a hand over the sketchbook. “Okay, I get it. No more ravens.” She slid it back across the table and set her small pencil case over it. “Was there a reason you guys came in here in the first place? You know, other than to criticize my artistic choices?”

“We’re going into town for a drink. You should come with.”

Leah wasn’t in a particularly social mood but she’d been waiting for an excuse to go into town and visit a post office. She had a letter to send out that she did not want associated with the US military in any way.

An hour later, they were walking through the streets of the German city they called home. When they walked past the store front, Leah held back, telling the boys she would catch up with them in a minute. They offered to wait for her but she waved them off, not wanting to risk one of them seeing something they shouldn’t.

Once inside, Leah headed straight to the section that held the shipping supplies. Double checking that no one was looking over her shoulder, Leah pulled her sketchbook out of her backpack and slid out the image she had carefully cut from the book before leaving the base.

Sy had decided to live off base for the first time ever so he now had a postal address that went to a private residence. Like she’d done the last time she’d given Sy one of her drawings, Leah put it between two pieces of cardboard before sealing the envelope and paying for everything with the bored teenager behind the counter.

Day 362

The incessant buzzing drew Leah from her sleep. She wasn’t sure who the hell decided to put up shelves in the middle of the night but she was going to give them a piece of her mind. Only, when her eyes blinked open and she looked at her nightstand, she realized the buzzing wasn’t coming from a power drill, it was coming from her phone.

“H’llo?”

“What are ya doin’ to me baby girl?” The tone of Sy’s voice made her insides flutter. It was… Leah squinted as she looked at the overbright phone screen. It was two in the morning, six o’clock back in Colorado. Leah had one guess as to what had possessed Sy to call her as soon as he got home from work, time zones be damned.

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“No?”

“No.”

Sy hummed. “See, I think ya know exactly what you’re doin’ and you’re lyin’ about it to be a brat. Because only a brat would send their boyfriend a sexy little drawing of herself naked and tied up while he’s a world away and can’t do a damn thing about it.”

There was a brief pause as Leah’s sleep-addled brain processed his words. “Does that mean you like it?”

Back home, Sy stared at the picture as he repeated Leah’s words in his head. Does that mean you like it? As if there was even the slightest chance that he could not like the image of Leah laying on her stomach, tied in ropes from shoulder to ankle with her tattoos peaking out. The amount of time she must have spent getting every strand of rope, every knot perfect was unfathomable.

“Darlin’ even if there was any blood left in my brain for me to describe how much I like it, I don’t think the words actually exist.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, oh.”

“Do you… Do you want to show me?”

A crooked smile pulled at his lips at the invitation in her words. “You wanna see what you do to me? Maybe you also wanna watch me take care of the little problem ya caused?”

From what Leah had seen, there was no ‘little’ about it.

“Can I?” she asked on an exhale.

As Sy took his boots off—something he hadn’t done in his rush to open Leah’s letter—he switched the call to a video, waiting for Leah to accept. When the image came on screen, it was fully dark. He heard the bed squeak as she moved to turn the bedside lamp on and her face came into view.

He was relieved to see that, although a little sleepy, she didn’t look tired. She wore a thin camisole and he was willing to bet she was only wearing her typical boyshorts underneath. Making his way to the bedroom, Sy continued his study of his girlfriend.

Due to the time difference and the fact that Leah was constantly being shipped out on ops, they hadn’t had many opportunities for face to face conversations. It was reassuring to see she looked healthy and injury free.

Stripping out of his uniform one handed would pose a challenge so Sy propped his phone up on the dresser and took a step back.

“See this? I didn’t even have time to change. I opened the envelope the moment I walked through the door.”

He shrugged out of his jacket, tossing it over the edge of a nearby laundry hamper. His shirt came off next before his hands moved to his belt. Leah licked her lips, her eyes traveling up and down the screen.

His hand slid into his pants, grasping his shaft over the cotton of his underwear. “I gotta say baby girl, I’ve never had a drawing make me hard before.”

He’d also never masturbated on camera but there was a first time for everything. Apparently he’d reverted to ‘horny teenager’ status now that he had his first steady girlfriend.

“You were the one who wanted to watch. Tell me what you wanna see. Should I sit or lay down?”

“Sit.”

Sy looked around the room, spotting the phone holder he used to watch videos while he cooked or cleaned. The angle on it could be adjusted so that the phone was almost completely vertical.

Still in his underwear, Sy walked to the bedside table to grab the stand then returned to the living room. He set the phone down on the coffee table, adjusting it at what he hoped was a good distance from the couch. Before he could talk himself out of it, Sy stood in front of the camera, hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his underwear and pushed them down. His hard dick sprang up to rest against the patch of hair on his lower stomach.

Leah was silent but the slight hitch of her breath and the quickening rise and fall of her chest told him that she was turned on. His chest and thighs filled her screen, showing off his hard earned physique. 

“Makes you hot, don’t it? Knowin’ ya drive me fuckin’ wild.” He stroked himself as he spoke. There was no way he was just going to let any length of silence linger. “Bet you’re drippin’.”

Properly phrased dirty talk was something Sy had learned she really enjoyed. If she was in the mood it made her wet but even when she wasn’t it was like it reassured her to know that he could want her without acting on it. Leah didn’t always want to touch or be touched but hearing verbally how much Sy was attracted to her gave her confidence that she was enough just as she was.

Sitting down, Sy recentered the phone on the table. “You gonna help me baby girl? You gonna let me see you too?”

Leah bit her inner cheek, looking off to the side. For a second Sy wondered if that was too far but then Leah pushed the blankets down to the end of the bed and rested the phone against them.

She disappeared long enough to turn the main light on then came back to kneel on the bed. Her hair was tied in a messy braid over her shoulder, leaving the swell of her breasts on full display. The tight fabric of her white camisole left nothing to the imagination.

As Sy continued to look his fill, his hand returned to its task, slowly moving up and down his length. A groan unconsciously rose from his chest when Leah shifted her knees further apart, revealing the wet patch on her indigo boyshort.

“You gettin’ a little needy there?”

She couldn’t speak but the hitch in her breath was answer enough. In an unexpected move, Leah’s fingers trailed up her stomach to pinch her nipples through her shirt. Even if she had admitted to getting aroused when they were together, she had yet to act on it in front of him. If he’d known that having the protection of a phone screen was what it took to help her trust him, he would have suggested it earlier.

“You gonna make yourself feel good, baby girl?”

She squeezed her tits, pinching her nipples one more time before peeling the camisole off. Sy’s hand paused around the base of his shaft and squeezed. He’d missed that sight. Leah was, hands down, the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.

“I’ll try.” It wasn’t exactly a sexy answer but it was the truth. She would only get more stuck in her head if she made any guarantees but she couldn’t find the words to explain that.

Luckily, Sy understood what she meant. He moved to pick up the phone, looking straight at Leah as he spoke. “Good girl, for tellin’ me. No pressure, okay?”

Leah took a deep breath, giving him a small nod. “Okay.”

He gave her a reassuring smile before putting the phone back on the holder and leaning back in the seat. “Take your panties off. Show me all that sweet wetness you made for me.”

Shifting to lay on her back, Leah raised her legs to show her ass off as she obeyed his order. Once the scrap of fabric dropped to the floor, she leaned up on her elbows and let her knees fall to the side.

“Fuck me.” Sy resumed stroking his cock. Her entire apex was shiny with the evidence of her arousal. “Did ya also get this wet when you were drawin’ yourself all wrapped up for me?”

“Maybe…” She had most definitely gotten wet after hours of researching different shibari patterns. Actually, she’d gotten wet just remembering when Sy had first showed her what he could do with a rope. Though she hadn’t realized it at the time, she liked the idea of being at his mercy.

Her fingers found her clit, drawing slow circles around it. Just the soft touch sent a spark of electricity down her spine. Her climax built as she watched Sy chase his own peak, the filthy words never ceasing to fall from his lips. Her mouth watered when she spotted the first drops of precum leaking from his tip which he immediately used as lube to tease his sensitive glans.

It wasn’t long before he was spilling himself onto his stomach, his abs clenching with every jolt of pleasure coursing through his body. Head tipped back, Sy caught his breath but his eyes immediately shot open when Leah found her release, moaning his name as she did.

Day 209

“Stop abusin’ that cheek, baby girl.” Sy’s thumb brushed over said cheek, pulling Leah’s attention away from a random spot on the floor. “No sense in worryin’ about what happens when we get back to base.”

“Sorry, I can’t help it.”

“Will ya let me try something with you?” he asked, putting the last of the freshly cleaned dishes away. “Something that I think ya might really enjoy and that will take your mind off worryin’?”

Leah frowned, feeling wary of the oddly vague request. Planting her hands behind her, she hopped up to sit on counter. “You’re gonna have to give me more detail than that.” 

Coming to stand between her thighs, Sy took the dish towel from her hands and draped it over the oven handle.

“I think you need to give up control and not just the way we’ve been doin’. Actual submission for a scene where ya pick a safeword and we negotiate everything before it starts. Then I want ya to give me full control.”

“How is that different from before?”

“Because before you could have said or done anything ya wanted at any time and I would have followed your lead. Here, once we start, I’m askin’ that ya let me do all the thinkin’. You let me make all the decisions knowin’ that everything I do is in your best interest and will follow exactly what we agreed.”

That did sound appealing. She couldn’t tell how many times she’d wished her brain would quiet down rather than running a million miles a minute but she wasn’t entirely sure what he meant by ‘negotiate’.

Although, she did vaguely remember the contract scene from when she’d watched the Fifty Shades of Grey movie.  She’d seen it during a weekend leave and had fallen asleep halfway through so her memory of the whole experience was rather foggy.

Plus, that movie was basically just porn with a lot of plot and she would never take relationship advice from porn videos so she definitely wasn’t going to take any from a movie that couldn’t capture her attention enough to stay awake for two hours.

Pursing her lips, Leah chewed on her inner cheek until she realized what she was doing. Her tongue darted out to lick her lips instead and she gave a small nod.

“Alright,” Sy said, running a soothing hand over her right thigh. “Here’s what I would like to do. I want ya to kneel for me while I tie a rope harness over your chest. If that feels okay, I might continue makin’ a pattern down your leg.”

“What do you want to do once I’m tied up?”

“Nothing. If I finish makin’ patterns down both your legs without ya askin’ to stop then maybe I let ya sit with the ropes for a bit but, otherwise, I’ll take ‘em off right after.”

Leah frowned, she was definitely curious even if she still didn’t know how it was supposed to help her relax… Or what Sy was supposed to get out of the deal. 

They’d messed around a few times since their little tryst on the roof and she was becoming more comfortable with him. She found that she was much more willing to engage in something sexual knowing that Sy wouldn’t push to go outside of the limits she set out beforehand. There had still been a few times where she didn’t want to do anything at all but he seemed to sense it—or maybe her behavior was more transparent than she thought—and he hadn’t initiated anything more than kisses and cuddles.

“You wouldn’t want to get off after?”

“No. Even if you said yes to me now I don’t trust that you’ll be clear headed enough to stop me if you change your mind later. If this works like I want it to, it might make you feel a little groggy.”

“Oh.” She was still skeptical but if Sy thought it would have that much of an effect then she wanted to believe him. “That sounds fine. I don’t have any issues with that.”

He asked a few more follow-up questions before sending Leah to change into leggings and a long-sleeved shirt.

While Leah did as he asked, Sy pulled a few lengths of climbing rope from where they had been stored after their hike. Leah had noticed that one of her old ropes was beginning to fray so she had cut it and put it aside to be dealt with later. It wasn’t made for shibari but he was going to stick to basic patterns that put little to no pressure on Leah’s body and her shirt should protect her from rope burn if the harness shifted as she moved.

After finding a pair of scissors in the kitchen, he climbed the stairs to go join Leah. Her bedroom door was open and Sy walked in just as she finished pulling the shirt down her stomach. The room wasn’t abundantly spacious but there was enough space on the floor for Leah to fully stretch out onto her back which was all they needed. 

“I’m just going for something decorative here so you shouldn’t feel much pressure but if anything pinches or feels remotely wrong you need to tell me. I’ll stop and fix it before I do anything else.”

That was easy enough. She already had an idea of what level of pressure was too much from aerial hammock. Sometimes the fabric could be constricting which required her to loosen it before comfortably moving on to a different pose.

Leah watched as Sy took a throw blanket from the end of the bed, spreading it on the floor then putting a pillow in the center. There was no way of knowing how she would react until they started and he did not want to risk her panicking and rolling off the bed. He made Leah test the position, confirming that she was comfortable before sitting on the ground next to her.

“Have you thought of a safeword?”

“Valkyrie.”

“Good. If you say that, I stop. If it’s too much of an emergency for me to untie you, I’ll cut the ropes off,” he explained, pointing to the scissors.

Sy encouraged Leah to close her eyes as he worked to focus on the sensations. Every step was described as he wrapped the rope and he frequently checked in before moving on. By the time he’d finished with the simple harness, Leah’s head was falling forward.

“Leah, can you sit for me and stretch out your legs?”

He kept his hands on Leah’s waist to hold her steady while she shifted onto her hip then uncurled her legs from under her. Despite putting her hands on the ground, she wobbled when her arms gave out, feeling boneless. Seeing her falter, Sy moved the pillow and made her stretch out on her back rather than sit.

The next few times Sy checked in, Leah gave him a slurred ‘fine’. The pressure of the harness was… Nice. Relaxing like a long hug. Though her legs weren’t restrained, they still somehow felt heavier with the presence of the ropes. Her head, on the other hand, felt light and floaty.

Scratch that, her whole body felt floaty, like she was being lifted in the air.

“You with me, baby girl?”

Leah hummed.

“Open your eyes for me?”

Her eyes fluttered open, finding Sy much closer than she expected. That was when she realized they weren’t on the floor anymore and she was laying over his chest on her bed.

“How’re you feelin’?

“Good. Great actually. What the hell kind of magic was that?”

Sy smiled, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “People often call it bein’ ‘rope drunk’.”

“I can understand why.”

Running his fingers under the ropes, Sy made sure that nothing was pinching her skin after the change in position. Noting that there were no danger spots, he started slowly undoing the ropes from her left leg.

“How did you get into this anyway?”

“Back before I became an officer we were out on this training exercise. They rushed us to this rendez-vous point only to tell us that we had a thirty-six hour wait ahead of us. Anyway, we had nothing by means of entertainment and one of my squad mates was a real kinky fucker so he ended up showin’ us a bunch of basic ties and shit. I liked the idea of it enough to do some more research and learned how to do it safely.”

That was typical. ‘Hurry up and wait’ was a common practice in the military. The most surprising part of that explanation to Leah was the fact that shibari required research beyond knowing how to make pretty knots.

Sy massaged Leah’s legs to make sure the blood flow returned once the ropes were off. He couldn’t help but picture the marks that would have been left had Leah not been wearing any clothing. Or how sexy she would have looked with the ropes still on. Going off Leah’s positive reaction, he allowed himself to look forward to doing it all again in the future.

Chapter 27

[oldiesstationlover11607]

Hey! I loved your work! Can you write something with Gerard on the reunion tour and a reader who is a singer and is opening for the tour? (I'm sorry if it's confusing, English is not my first language)

HI! Thank you so much for liking my writing. I hope you like this one! let me know if you're looking for something different though.

Opener - Reunion!Gerard Way x GN!Reader

Pairing: Gerard x GN!Reader

Warnings: None!

Word Count: 1,456

Summary: You open for MCR on the reunion tour

My Chemical Romance. Reunion Tour. With Y/N. Those were the words displayed on the large signs in front of the venue. We had been on tour for a few weeks then, but the nerves never subsided. I pulled out my entry pass and walked through the backstage halls towards my dressing room. My soundcheck wasn’t for another hour, but I thought I’d go and scout out the stage area. I grabbed a Coke from the mini fridge and found my way to the stage entrance. Music was playing, but I was sure that was just the crew checking the speakers. Oh, how I was wrong. The whole crew was setting up instruments, and Mikey, Ray, and Frank were soundchecking their instruments.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” I stuttered, moving out of the way. Being on tour with My Chem had been a dream come true, but four weeks into the tour and little interaction with anyone in the band felt isolating, to say the least–especially since I was a solo artist.

“Wait!” I heard a voice shout, and I turned around to see someone standing up at the very back of the venue. I squinted through the lights and saw they were waving me over. Trying to avoid tripping over the cables lining the stage, I walked over to the figure. He was shorter than I expected him to be, his hair was long and brown, and he was dressed in a twilight t-shirt, a pair of jeans, and a green flannel. A twilight shirt. This 45-year-old man was wearing a twilight shirt. I almost had to restrain myself from laughing.

“Y/N, I’ve been trying to find a good time to talk to you, you know,” he smirked. Gerard Way was smirking at me.

“Wait really?” I questioned, shocked that the frontman of one of my favorite bands was wanting to talk to me.

“Yeah. I just wanted to say I’m really glad we’ve got you on tour with us. I actually chose you to open. Been a fan for a while.” I stayed silent, entirely shocked that he was saying anything to me at all–let alone that he liked my music.

“Are you okay? You look like you need something to drink or you’re going to pass out,” Gerard placed a hand on my shoulder and bent down to look in my eyes. I nodded quickly, starting to feel a little dizzy.

“Yeah, I think I need some water,” I mumbled.

“Mikey! Can you pass me my water?” he shouted, Mikey throwing a plastic water bottle halfway across the venue. Gerard ran to pick it up, opened it, and passed it to me. I took a drink and a few deep breaths.

“I think I’m okay now, thank you,” I smiled.

“Good. Now I think it might be time for you to do a soundcheck. It looks like the others are done.” He got up from his seat and walked back towards the stage as I stumbled behind him. “Oh, and after the show, come find me. I want to show you something,” he beamed, slipping behind the curtain and disappearing backstage.

Soundcheck went well, and I had gone through all of the songs for the night. I was playing for about two hours, so I headed backstage to relax, call some of my friends, and respond to any emails or social media stuff I needed to. This was when I opened up my Instagram and found the post, a photo of me from behind, sound checking next to a sketch of the same thing, Gerard’s name signed at the bottom. The caption, wonderfully put: Our opener is both fantastic and beautiful - see them tonight and every night of tour! They’re going to do amazing things with their art and I can’t wait to see where it takes them. Especially with me as their number 1 fan - G

Sorry, Gerard Way called me beautiful. This wasn’t happening. Notifications were popping up on every social platform, we were trending on Twitter, fan accounts on Instagram were posting, and my text messages were blowing up. But there was no time to go and talk to Gerard or anyone else because the stage manager was rushing me to the stage, shouting, “Ten minutes till show time!” over and over again. The gig went great; everything went well, and the fans seemed to react well to my performance. After I’d finished and had a shower, I put on some sweatpants and a hoodie to watch Gerard and the others play on the television screen in my dressing room. The group ended with sleep and came backstage for a quick break before the encore. I ran out to see Gerard, who was very clearly out of breath and trying desperately to catch it.

“We need to talk when you’re done,” I looked at him with crossed arms. He nodded, looking slightly terrified that I was mad at him. It definitely didn’t help that Frank wouldn’t shut up teasing him as I walked away. They all went back on stage to play Helena and Vampires. The sound of the crowd screaming could be heard on the other side of the venue, even with closed doors. I could hear the band finishing up as each one of them ran down the hallway to their dressing room, except one. I heard a loud knock sound from outside my room. It was him; it had to be him. Opening the door, I knew I was right. He stood there panting and looking like a sweaty mess.

“Hi,” he breathed, running a hand through his sweaty hair. I opened the door further to let him in, and he immediately collapsed onto the couch.

“You guys had a good show,” I muttered, trying to avoid the topic of his Instagram post.

“Thanks, it felt good. But that’s not why I’m here, Y/N,” he sat up, having finally caught his breath.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

“I didn’t mean to cause an issue if you’re upset about the post. I just–I’m so fascinated with you… and your music. And god,” he gushed, “you’re so beautiful.” A smile grew on my face.

“You’re pretty cool too, Gerard.” I moved to sit next to him, and he scooted closer to me. I looked into his green eyes, desperately trying to read his mind. Was I insane, or did he feel something for me too? His hand moved up to cup my face, and I closed my eyes in response.

“Let’s both just breathe before we do anything we regret, okay?” I nodded, hoping he was going to kiss me. I felt the air enter my lungs and exit slowly before opening my eyes again. I felt a hand grip the back of my neck before my lips met his. They were rough, clearly desperate to feel something. I thought back to the teenager who had posters of My Chemical Romance on their bedroom walls and the reaction they would have if they knew what we were doing right then. The kid whose favorite song was Sleep, whose favorite music video was I’m Not Okay, who wished to be the very man before them. I was lucky, lucky that Gerard Way was sitting there showing me that every moment of disappointment it took to get here was worth it. I breathed through my nose, resting my arms around his shoulders and smiling into the kiss before it broke.

“I’m sorry, I had to,” Gerard rested his forehead against mine.

“It’s okay, Gee, I wanted it,” I ran my fingers through his hair, curls starting to form from the heat.

“Okay, you two, get a fucking room,” Frank laughed from the doorframe.

“We’re in a room!” I shouted, smiling brightly.

“Get another room!” Mikey shouted, walking past us. Finally being left alone, we moved into each other’s arms, finally cooling off from performing.

“We should probably figure out what we’re gonna do now that the guys know,” Gerard turned to me.

“Want to go get coffee?” I asked.

“See, this is why I like you!” he beamed, standing up and grabbing his car keys.

//

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[aecholapis]

Thanks to your reblog, I went digging for your OC blog + list that I vaguely recalled seeing before, because I somehow missed the fact that you also have an OC named Zenith.

Tell me more about this little sparkling with a most excellent name :D

GLADLY :D

Zenith is a curious little thing, a newspark that was forged in a post-war Cybertron and spared all the trauma and hardships everyone else has been through. It lives a comfortable life as the mentee of both Azimuth and Exopulse and as the sibling of the adolescent Sparkeater twins Munchy and Chomper.

Its friendly nature makes it easy for Zenith to befriend others, a quality Azimuth is trying to erase because that also makes it more susceptible to abuse, betrayal and the likes. He and the twins argue about this often. Azimuth should never be given the sole custody of a child. Ever. But Exopulse is also there and has to play the negotiator. Zenith has come to like Exo a little more than Azimuth and it kills him inside. He's trying to teach all three mentees about life in the only way he knows, but his rigorous mental gymnastics exercises might not be the perfect mentor-student bond building activity. Some of his teaching sticks but it doesn't make him more popular with anyone.

As the student of a ship technician and a professor of mathematics it's not a surprise when Zenith starts showing interest in the more technological side of science. The next part is the least thought-out section of its story and likely to change. Zenith changes its mind later when it realizes how the twins must mask themselves in order to pass in society. Sparkeaters aren't welcomed by everyone on Cybertron and for a very good reason. Most humans wouldn't want to have zombies in their vicinity either. But Zenith wants to change the people's perception of them and goes into sociobiology.

A sketch of Zenith going on a walk with Munchy and Chomper where Zenith is holding their servos.

*Background information that may be good to know:

Many years ago, Munchy's and Chomper's underdeveloped yet infected protoforms had been extracted from an abandoned neutral outpost by Decepticon researchers. Early on, they noticed that their newest test subjects were docile (unless provoked) and so they decided to run a little experiment and try to assimilate the two Sparkeaters into their ranks. Each chose a mentor to learn from, but they never finished their education. Even as their frames stopped in their growth and hardened out into their adult forms, they were not yet mature by Cybertronian standards. When the rogue Sparkeaters attacked their ship and hunted down every spark on board, the twins hid and waited for help to arrive.

[The rest of the story was part of a fun RP I did with @cyber-streak-2 (who I also share creative custody of Munchy and Chomper with, they're its OCs as much as they're mine).]

Exopulse and Azimuth found the two in the wreckage of their home, a Decepticon research vessel that was now overrun by those hostile Sparkeaters. They helped the twins fend off the other Sparkeaters and took them back to Azimuth's ship. Azimuth and Exopulse became their new mentors, teaching them about life and telling them stories of their achievements. Then they landed on Cybertron and with the war over and the Quintessons defeated, everything seemed to go back to how it was before (that's both a good and a bad thing). The twins now have to mask their ghastly features with kibble that Azimuth has kept, which once belonged to his brother. They visit higher education, as does Exopulse (who has been constructed during the war; he is a technician but he wants to become a mechanic too for which he needs a different skillset), while Azimuth goes back to teaching mathematics at a university.

But the twins aren't quite as happy as they hoped they would be. They ask their mentors if they can have a little sibling and after a while they agree on the terms that they take care of it for the most part. So the four of them go to the Well of All Sparks together. Azimuth and Exopulse harvest a developing spark, picking it right out of its orbit, while Munchy and Chomper gather enough metals that the spark can bind to itself.

Zenith looks nothing like its mentors and siblings. However, it looks a lot like Altitude 😏 That's merely a coincidence, I just thought it would be funny to have it resemble Azimuth's long dead brother for no particular reason.

[tarynisbunhead]

Man, CGI has really ruined Hollywood.

I've said how much I hate CGI in the past. How at this point I can't see the movie but just CGI blobs, or how about the fact that CGI takes away jobs like Make-up artists and costume design? "Hey if the computer can do it, why bother to wear the costume at all?" This is why corporations now turned to AI, and it's backfiring.

So why even bring this up? This summer I decided to watch Young Indiana Jones Chronicles again. I watched the first half of volume one, so far the first four adventures follow 10 year old Indiana Jones as he travels the world with his parents and tutor. Eventually the series tackles what happened to Indy's mother and the bitter relationship between father and son but as for right now Professor Jones is traveling and lecturing. This series was released in 1992 and as a kid when this series was released I didn't miss an episode, it was one of my favorite shows - why the fucking hell is Hollywood stupid now? This isn't some crummy nostalgia trip because I have the set and watch it on occasion, in the last 20 years Hollywood has given us reboots and self inserts, I'm not entertained watching someone's fan fiction play out.

This show starts off with a monologue explaining how Indy got to be an adventurous kid, and how he ended up with his dog. It then slides into how the family started their trip around the world - their house is a Victorian style house so you know the rest of this will be shot on location. Even as a kid I loved the location shots and costumes, I wanted to go back in time and wear Mrs. Jones clothes, I thought she was so pretty.

Okay now first of all, Professor Jones. George Lucas had to know after releasing Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade in 1989, and having Sean Connery as Indy's father, that wasn't going to be easy. The actor, Lloyd Owen, not only has the look but his acting style follows Mr. Connery. Right down to saying "Junior!" almost exact.

Shoot on location or green screen? I understand budget, but if you were given the money to show off the beauty of a country, why destroy it with computer generation?

I mean even the silent film Phantom of the Opera, that music hall set was designed using sketches. People thought that scene was filmed in an actual music hall. Lucas filmed on location in several episodes, using props that fit the time period, with 10 year old Indy the journey began in 1909.

Props and costumes really make a difference in transporting the audience back in time.

But even at that, through the series Indy meets several historical figures. Some show up several times like T. E. Lawrence and Howard Carter, so of course they had to look like the person they were portraying but what about Sigmund Freud? Tolstoy? Even a young Norman Rockwell?

This is the first episode, Carter and T. E. Lawrence are at a digsite. The crafty thing about Lucas is the characters mention King Tut so yeah you're gonna see these guys again

Here's a young Norman Rockwell

Here's Puccini, the opera composer who gave us Madame Butterfly. I watched the episode last night and didn't realize just how much it showed the actual Puccini - in the episode he went after Indy's mom, the real Puccini was a womanizer so there was no holding back

You can say I'm nostalgic and defend 2024 Hollywood but look at Who Framed Roger Rabbit that was released in 1988

Or how about Dick Tracy, released in 1990

Then there's Rocketeer in 1991

And then the same year that Young Indiana Jones Chronicles was released to TV, there was Newsies - 1992

Can we go back to movies and TV shows that look like the time period they were set in?

[aokoaoi]

Could you maybe do a Shuri x reader fic where a person of the readers family passed away but they don’t tell Shuri due to all the grief she’s going through already ?

: 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝.

᪥ pairings : shuri x fem!reader.

᪥ warnings : mentions of deaths. characters deaths. slight angst. comfort. fluff. established relationship. horribly written angst.

᪥ author's note : im pretty sure i messed up this request, im terribly sorry if it wasn't up to your expectations ! instead of one death, there's two D: oh no !

⚠︎[spoiler] deaths set in the past. so a bit of an mc backstory talk⚠︎.

You were Wakanda's finest designer. You worked alongside the one of the royal family members, Princess Shuri. You two got along quite well. Shuri absolutely adored your interest in designing, and loved your styles. And as for you, you had someone make your creations to life!

Half of the royal families clothing designs were by you. Half the architectures were heavily inspired by your sketches as well.

You and Shuri were like two peas in a pod.

You both knew alot about eachother. Undeniably close, even when you were just friends. You two stuck close, doing every littlest things together, which amused the Wakandans. You were basically like an addition to their family.

They considered you as their own, when you had no one else left for you.

No one else knows this about you, except Queen Ramonda. Your family passed away in different causes. An incurable disease and death in a battle. You didn't have any siblings, and so when your parents died, you had no one.

Not even the remaining members who you were familiar with in the family tree.

You had no idea where they went. You only met when when you were just around four years old, but they never liked you anyway. You didn't understand why your other relatives were so upset with you. You were only a child after all.

But even after all those dark times, you found yourself back up and now your working with the royal family.

You looked up to them, you adored them. And when her highness heard about your past, she was understanding and she treated you like her own beloved daughter.

But onto the present.

"Artist block, ey?"

You turned to the source of the voice, relaxing when you saw your girlfriend, no other than the princess herself, Shuri.

Softly chuckling when she pressed a soft kiss on your cheeks, you put down your mechanical pencil as she engulfed you in a hug from behind.

"What're you making, dearest?" She questioned with a delighted hum when you gave her a peck on the cheek as well, closing her eyes as she let herself relax onto the warmth emitting off your body.

"Just a few clothing ideas. Looks bad right now though, art block really hit me badly." You responded, smiling softly when you felt her hands slowly snake to your waist.

"Looks good, what do you mean?" She praised, taking the sketchbook and bringing it up closer to her.

"It looks so boring though. And messy." You said with a distasted huff, crossing your arms across your chest. Shuri laughs, pecking your cheeks hurriedly before pulling away from the hug.

"Well all it needs is a bit of fixing from you, no? And then it'll be eye catching just like how all your previous works have been." She says in a flattering tone, booking your nose with her index finger.

You clicked your tongue, trying to hide the redding hue forming across your cheeks. "Oh, stop. Why are you suddenly being all charming and flattery?" You questioned, squinting your eyes at her suspiciously.

She gasped in offense, putting a hand on her chest in faux heartache. "Why, I can't visit my beloved and give her the affection she deserves?" She asks, pouting slightly.

"No.. it's just that, you get all fluffy and extremely sweet to get me in a good mood and then you ask something from me." You responded, raising your brow.

"Well.." she trailed off, half agreeing that you are indeed correct.

"Tell me what it is, love." You urged the princess, smiling at her expectantly.

"I know we're only a few months into our relationship, and I've never really met your parents so I just think that maybe now is a great time for me to.. yknow, meet them?" She rambled on, making weird hand gestures, her tone making it clear that she's nervous.

Your heart dropped to your bum at her words. You looked at her solemnly, feeling guilty for some reason.

Her wish to meet your parents was really sweet, and it touched your heart. But you remembered how you've never told her about your families deaths.

Shuri noticed how your mood shifted drastically, and began apologizing to you. "Love? I'm sorry if that was sudden, I didn't intend to bring the mood down, i—" You immediately cut her off.

"Shuri. Don't apologize, please." You whispered, pursing your lips as you ran a thumb across her cheek in a comforting way, giving her a soft comforting smile.

The princess continued to frown against your touch, upset at herself that she made you upset. Had she bought up unpleasant memories? Family issues?

"There's actually something that I've been keeping from you for.. ever since we met actually." You told the girl standing in front of you. She held your hand reassuringly, rubbing your palm with her thumb in a comforting manner.

"You can tell me anything, my love. But if you feel like you're pressured to tell me now, you don't have to rush yourself. Just know, that I'll listen to you, no matter what." She reassures you, giving you one of her charming close lipped smiles.

You matched her smile. You knew that you weren't gonna be the only one dealing with a death from a family member who you cared alot. Shuri lost a father who she loved alot, so you won't be the only one getting hit in the gut as you revealed yourself.

"My family passed long ago, before I met you and your family. I didn't mean to hide this from you for so long, dearest, I just didn't know how to bring it up. I'm sorry." You tell her, sighing softly when you felt your beloved trace the lines on your palms with the her fingertip.

She hums. Her gaze shifted from the palm of your hand, and onto your face. Gazing at you with suck fondness your heart would explode from it.

"It's alright, my love. I'm glad you trusted me enough to tell me this." She said in a hushed whisper, bringing up your hand closer to her lips and kissing your knuckles.

"You must've felt very alone back then. But I'm here for you now, alright? My ma and I, my brother.. the general.. Milaje elite group.. lab workers.. me.. my mother.." she rambled on, obliviously repeating herself and the queen.

You chuckled as she continued to ramble, a delighted smile forming across your face.

"I'm glad I got the opportunity to work with you, dearest. You're the best thing that has happened to me." You say, low and soft. Shuri stopped her rambling, fondly looking at you.

"Oh, my love." She cooed, caressing your cheeks gently. "I love you, (name). Don't forget that." She whispered, pressing a long and gentle kiss on your forehead.

You chuckled slightly, your hand coming uo to your cheeks, pressing your hand against Shuri's hand, feeling the cold metal of her matching ring on her ring finger. "I love you too, beloved."

[larissa-the-scribe]

Terrarium Lights Part 2.3

Last time on Terrarium Lights: Gail discovered whether or not the immaterially non-existent can be touched. (Next part >>here)

Gail had mostly finished the terrarium for Mrs. Oberson—she was slow at it without Michael. It really only needed one thing more, but she was stuck wavering between driftwood or extra plants.

The lad came by every day. Each time, he appeared visibly relieved to have made it back another day, to still be a part of reality. Mostly he spent his time standing beside her as she did chores, or sitting nearby while she gardened or read or worked on the terrarium.

Sometimes he was as talkative as a windship broken loose from its moorings, other times he kept a quiet watch. So far, he hadn't brought up names again, or visiting town, but he did talk about his memories, and asked Gail questions about anything and everything he could imagine.

He told her about the vague snippets he remembered. There were more fantastical places that he was pretty sure he had been to—one he said floated above the clouds, higher than an airship could go, and with trees growing in and through it and holding the earth of it together. He also became more assured that someone had been with him, though he couldn't seem to place any distinct aspects about them other than that they were there.

"He was my friend, though," he said. "I remember that. I don't know what we were doing or why we were where we were, but… we were in it together. We had each others' backs."

He had much more distant memories of somewhere a lot more like the world Gail knew, like Santa Juliana. Streets with cabs and powered cycles and gearmounts. Sea and sails hovering in the distance. Airships and windships and letterships and more humming overhead.

In her turn, she told him about the lighthouse, and the yearly commemoration there, started four years ago by the lighthouse keepers as a way to honor those lost at sea. It was a time of remembering and mourning and celebrating those who had made it back to shore because of the lighthouse. Since David had been lost at sea, she went herself.

"Not all of us go," she said. "Benjamen and Timothy can find it hard to get here, and we've all agreed that we don't want to make more of David’s death than he would want. We want to remember his life, who he was, and be grateful as much as we can for the time we had with him. Michael and I have made it a habit to go, though, and Charity has gone twice. It can certainly be a hard time, though. He… he was very young."

She told him about her collection of bugs and sketches, and showed him her very informal notes on the denizens of the garden. She also pulled out the encyclopedia that her children had gotten her one Christmas, and confessing that she was touched by the present, but rarely used it—she much preferred observing her little friends on her own, without the weight of needing to understand the more formal knowledge surrounding them. Mostly she used it after she had finished her observations. Then it was very interesting and amusing to compare to her own scratchings.

Meanwhile, the lad showed a surprising aptitude with electrical knowledge. During their times together, he repeatedly asked questions about how power got generated this far out into the country without any visible lines, and had rattled off several different kinds of possible models or modes that might have be used. He’d been hoping Gail would recognize one of them, but without luck. He also seemed to understand how their generator worked with some kind of mix of electric powering and the heat and steam generated by their internal heating system and kitchen. Most of his questions about how it worked she did not understand at all, and he did not know any way to explain it to her, so he poked around the house and had to remain satisfied with knowing little. It proved useful, however, when he suggested a simple fix for the inconsistent flickering of the lights in Michael’s office. Thankfully, she understood enough about things once they reached indoors and interacted with normal life to be able to sufficiently regear the cogstow. Anything more complicated she would leave to Michael when he returned. She had no idea about the pipewires at all.

And yet, Gail still did not know how to regear the problem of communicating with her ghost about who he was.

For now, she found herself stuck with just praying, and keeping her eyes and ears open for the results.

"So why terrariums?" He asked one day. He was standing by the desk where some of the ingredients were kept, leaning over it to get a better view of the sand, gravel, ground charcoal, rocks, spray bottles, pieces of bark, and whatever other odds and ends had ended up tucked away in cubbies.

Gail was darning socks in the sitting room. She had zoomed her glasses in further so that she could see the details better—she had never been particularly skilled with needlework, even in her younger days when she’d been able to see without extra aid. The increased size of the world gave her a comical picture of her serious-faced companion staring at her from across the room, features distorted in the curve created by the more intense zoom (she had a cheaper pair of glasses).

"Hmmmm. Well, I can't quite remember how it started. It was an idea that Michael picked up in his travels, I think. He got a few books from somewhere and it… fit somehow. I like collecting odds and ends and we both like making things and working with our hands, even if I’m not as steady with it. I like plants well enough, but sometimes they can be a handful to manage, so I like the simplicity of it all once its done and set up. A lovely thing to look at, a world unto itself, almost. And," she added with a chuckle, "much easier to take care of than most gardens. Or worlds."

"That makes sense." He poked at one of the jars of rocks. "I agree that they are quite pretty. I like the moss."

"Me too." She barely avoided getting her fingers pricked by her needle. "It's a very peaceful creature, somehow."

"Yeah. I've noticed, too, that for all the materials you have to make them, you don't seem to have too many around the house. Do you tend to make them more for other people?"

"I do." She pulled the thread to. "Well, the collection is bit of me being a packrat when it comes to keeping materials, a bit of me being slow at the job, a bit of Michael traveling often, and a bit of us giving them away. They can be quite nice as gifts. For example, Mrs. Oberson, she has arthritis, and trouble in her back. She used to garden, but can't now. I thought she might like to have plants about her again, and ones that don't require much effort or memory to take care of—she's complained to me often enough that she can hardly rely on her own mind anymore. So I imagined she might like something to brighten the house up, bring new life to the place."

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[aliamor]

Thought this would be funny since I finally got to watch the Minecraft stream everyone's talking about with Case, sketch, and Jynxi(I think is how u spell it)

What would it be like if Y/n was playing there with them. It can be platonic or romantic but I'd think it would be so hilarious that case went to the mines and came back up and sketch and Jynxi have only made a bridge and Y/n is no where in sight cause she dropped their dead weight and she's got a whole base built up 😭

Only if u want to though! Make sure your staying healthy and drinking plenty of water 😤

I love thisss, i got youu, literally watching that stream had me STRESSED OUT.

But loove you, im staying healthy. Make sure you all are staying healthy too and taking care of yourselfs🗣️

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Playing minecraft with caseoh was always fun, but the mix of sketch and jynxzi… wasnt a productive run through.

Sketch and jynxzi would mess around hitting each other as the day gets wasted once again. Case and you running around getting wood and coal and other good resources. Cases many failed attempts to teach the other two shortly ends as case explores into a cave and never to see the light of day ever again.

But you decide to stick by the other two so nothing to bad can happen, but they manage it to be. About 20 minutes into that, your minecraft skin disappears into the the forest that you’ve told them you’d ‘get wood from’. But really sneaking off to set off into different land.

Case every so often comes through his mic to ask you how your doing, and responding back with “good, hows the caves treating you?”.

“Ehhh…not as smooth as i want it to be” he always hums back.

Hour of that going on and off with the constant laugher coming out through the mic because of sketchs or jynxzis funny remarks, they were having fun so thats all that matters.

“You dont seem as excited as i am with this bridge” sketch speaks out to jynxzi. God knows what he means because at this point you’re miles away from them with a nice pretty house built, food cooking up in the furnace and armor building up. But soon you hear that case is rising out of the dust, finding sketchs beautiful four lane bridge. Cases voice rings through the mic, “i come back from the deadlist expedition of my life to find you built a bridge to a cave THAT GOES NO WHERE!!”

Cases hand slaps down on his desk as you laugh hearing it more promptly from the other room of our house, “and where is y/n?? YALL LOST THEM OH NAHHH..”

“I got lost and built a house from where i was” i lied out, though i did build a house its the ‘i got lost’ part that was a lie

“Baby give me your coordinates, lemme come see you” case says, which you do and he goes in that direction for about 10 minutes before coming across a nicely built house, which of course has everything he needs. A basement that can have a cave mining strip, furnaces on furnaces, and a farm growing out back.

“WOAHHH! HOLY, HOW IN THE WORLD??” He says as explores into the house more.

MWAH,

Would kill to play minecraft with caseoh, it would be so fun😭 be safe lovelys🩷

[hwestalas]

On the anniversary of the destruction of Boromir's Bane, I would like to honor him:

This is set sometime in the first couple weeks of the Quest, at sunrise, as the Fellowship sit around their little campfire in a small hollow after a long night of marching. The other Hobbits are probably blowing smoke rings with Gimli and the leaders, but Pippin is still a tweenager, so he dozed off on the biggest person present.

(The grass on the horizon represents the rim of the hollow, and the white thing right below his belt is supposed to be the Horn in his lap. I did my best with the straight-on perspective on his legs, but I was in way over my head and it shows. Body proportions are also off, but live and learn!)

Note on this and future art posts that look like ink on cardboard:

A few years ago, I discovered a planner that not only helps keep track of the wide world of practicalities, but contains not one, not two, but FOUR blank cardboard surfaces! I've gone through about ten, and the majority of those forty-odd surfaces are covered in fan art.

I generally sketch the drawing in pencil, then trace it with gel pen. I could never draw humanoid anatomy accurately (or, as in this case, at least recognizably) without a lot of trial and eraser.

Anyway, this is the first drawing from the planner where I chose a theme of LOTR examples of the Four Loves in C. S. Lewis's book. The first one he calls "Affection." It refers to the bond that forms through familiarity, whether or not you have anything in common. The most iconic example is the love between parents and children, or siblings, or other relatives; but it can form between any people who spend a lot of time together.

I figured it fit with a huge Man and a tiny Hobbit who went on a journey together and ended up ready to die for each other. Also, I just wanted to draw that size difference! People who look (or are!) wildly different, but are close anyway, is the cutest thing. ^_^

[jaxieus]

ive written this three times but tumblr keeps messing up and undoing all the writing i did :'(

but i wont let it discourage me! ive got a lot to say about the art i made even though its messy sketches on mspain(t) XD

i had been feeling burnt out and decided to draw comfort characters ( some that ive not drawn in a long time or have acknowledged but never drew before) and the carebears is a franchise thats been with me for so long i made a whole painting for class about it!

i made a list and with utter shock i realized that i basically bacame my owm worts enemy! the list grew so much (and is still growing :')) and i only drew a few characters so far

i know ill render these soon but the others will take a while

(but im really concerned about how im gonna tag this without being obnoxious 🥲)

i have like alot to say about these characters i drew because they mean so much to me and i never really could delve into them at school.

theres more i want to say and its under the cut! :D

so this is gonna get a lil personal but hopefully not too much to the point its boring ,:)

the first character i want to talk about is Ursula. i remember when i was younger being increadibly infatuated with her. i would draw her whenever i could. on chalkboards, the wall, i made paper cut-out of her and digitally drew her on ms paint! she was the first character that a had a desire to be close to in a way. a character albeit evil felt comforting and till this day make me tear up from how beautiful her design is! Ursula was the first female character i felt a strong aesthetic attraction to. (im just kinda a sucker for powerful women)

so i made sure to stay true to her design by keeping her body type and tentacles. basically just switching her hands and head to the carebears design (im still deciding whether or not to keep her hair)

second has to be Rosalina. she really made me accept and realize that i did have an attraction to the same sex ':) i loved playing as her in smash bros, listening/watching her story in galaxy. i never really 'got' the whole thing but reflecting and growing as a person did make me realize that not just fictional men look great but women too!

her design is based on the carebear cousins because the main thing was the mane! you dont really see a bear with a long loc covering its eye so having her different from the others i think gives good variety

third King Candy. oka y i recently feel back inlove with him! mostly because of @/ blackthewolf17's drawings of him!! and that made me rewatch the movie and wow! i remember liking his character a while back but i never really appreciated his as a villain! watching the movie and seeing the art made me remember the discussions i had with my fam about liking him and them not really understanding. (its kinda a running theme with a lot of the characters i like)

i wanted the characters the pop out and look recognizable. i kept the crown and collar. his belly badge is a paper covering his original badge! this one shows the crown and a few bits of candy. (leaning into the fact that he doesnt belong)

next is NME SalesGuy for Four. (such a clever name) this dude is literally a character that i was shocked by his stature! i mean what did i expect? falling for a dude that exudes tall energy but is literally a short king! this dude was there during some cool family times while watching right back at ya!

while looking for references, i found i cb comic and i loved how their legs looked. it wasnt bent like the originals on the cards and i thought they looked really goofy! so i went with that with the design becasue he just doesnt really fit with everyone elses stlye

fifth Rick Sanchez. man, this old man. has been with me through a lot. i saw a poster if the show before it premiered and two years after, i watched it and ive obsessed over him so much i made people watch Rick and Morty so i could talk with them about it. R&M really got me back onto tumblr because it was my entire personality since the show was at its peak and after. (old men tsk tsk) i made OCs Self inserts and played the mobile game. i literally memorized episodes to recite as i went to sleep. and analyzed frames of my fave episode to get better at animation!

i gave Rick clothes because i wanted him to have some flair. iconic elements of him is his tousled hair, coat and alcohol. (hes drinking 'happy juice')

Sixth is Coach Brunt. a girlboss of a villain! she took care of and orphan and made her feel like she was her own! shes determined, strong, fierce, fit, has a great voice, money, and kind. what more could a girl ask for?? this was another character that i had seen while watching CS with the fam. (still havent completed it tho)

i did break the rule and give her a tuft of hair also ':/ but i like her BB i gave her.

its a paw punching a heart (maybe too violent)

Seventh is Johan liebert. i really loved this dude. the series just made me think more about human nature and nurture. i met some cool people becasue of this dude. Johan in a way made me cope with the problems that happened in my life. he really was the character that i also found out i was ace+aro. i just loved drawing him. filling pages of my sketchbook and centering english papers based around him and the lessons i learned from seeing the bad in his character and how people might turnout to be similar and how it can be a problem. (idk if it made sense, but i learned to appreciate humanity more and not be so headstrong and become blinded by my views. but also learning that its good for people to know whats coming for the people that wronged you)

Johans BB is painted on white, so you wouldnt be able to see what he is all about :)

theres is so much already but eighth is Senpai. this Fker is my worst enemy, just like all the characters i drew soo much of this guy that i thought i was gonna go crazy, there was a pang in my chest when the drawings looked like trash. he was the character that made me want to get better at art and engage more with people. i made a fnf OC to be this dudes father. (it was some of the most wholesome thing i ever drew)

Senpai has a more basic design. he also has his identifying elements like the backpack and mic

ninth is Saul. my bbg. it started with the character but sadlt turned into a full obsession over Bob Odenkirk and finding all of his shows and movies that he directed of acted in. thankfully im not deep into it anymore. but when i regularly used instagram, you could see the decent into madness for him. i made animations and really detailed fanart. if Sen got me to draw my fave better, Bob made me attempt to perfect it.

his design sadly is my weakest. i wanted to add some fake hair on him. but im sure you can see that i got lazy. a few weeks ago i made versions of the BRBA&BCS cast as Geronimo Stilton characters and (sad excusee) but i didnt want to put more into the design because i became drained from looking at the growing list D;<

his BB is based on themis :)

tenth is Big Jack Horner. i love this man. i ironically said "he was the hottest character in the movie" on my third watch and man i actually believed it on the way out of the theatre. i wanted to see if anyone liked him like i did and to my surprise people did! this dude has such a great bod, voice, attitude and like many of the characters i like i ask, "is there any proof of death? i dont think so".

i havent drawn him in months and i dont like that i havents so he was the first bear i drew. his BB is a pie but i think ill add his insignia or have him draw on it like Oopsie bear to fit his situation.

like maybe something silly like a frowning face on his BB

im going to put eleven and twelve together because both play a similar role. my two men of science. ive only recently started to like Medic and Scudworth. these two bring such a great jot to me just like all to kooky men i like as well.

sadly, they both look the same, the only thing differentiating them is the glasses. i love their voices and design.

i ahve yet to give Scudsy his own BB tho.

last thing i want to say is why i chose carebears as the main style.

the franchise has been with me since i can even remember or at least before i could comprehend what it was. i remember seeining either oopsie or good luck bear plush at a carnival and i really wanted it but it was closing and i mean it was probably bigger than me so i couldnt get it and it became an obsession of mine! i loved green and a already had a few at home whats one more? so i tried to drop hints at my mom. well as good as a 5-7 yr old could do with drawings.

theres a lot more to say but i might go one for so long it wont fit here!

this was very long and if you read it thank you very much! im glad i got to comfortably speak my mind (well write it) in my own way that did have structure but felt more personal and less embarrassing that my english teacher asking me to write something about myself and my life. or my Art teacher saying i have the freedom to create something but then talk about it with in a time span because im not the only one that has something good to say about their art.

im not sure if all of it was understandable and might've been really unnecessary but im glad either way.