#I’m gonna try and be better at just leaving up all my sketches

[the-raging-tempest]

A quick sketch of the it couple @camelliagwerm ‘s Valerius and Camellia. A thank you gift 💕

[fluff-a-nutter]

Gangles Secret

((Ler!Jax Lee Gangle. SFW Only! Not a ship!))

Gangle sat on her bed sniffing quietly as she doodled in her journal. Her comedy mask had been broken again and drawing always helped her feel better. The ribbon character was drawing some slightly embarrassing sketches of herself being tickled silly. She had always wanted someone to gently tickle her, but she could never ask for it, so this was the next best thing.

Gangle was so deep into her doodles, she didn’t hear her door open or the sound of footsteps approaching.

“Hey crybaby, Ragatha says I’m supposed to come apologize for breaking your mask again so- heeeey, whatcha drawing?” Gangle nearly threw herself off her bed at the sound of Jax’s teasing voice.

“J-Jax! Nothing, just doodles!” She stammered out, holding her journal close to her chest. If she could blush, she would have been beet red in the face. Jax raised an unconvinced eyebrow and snatched the book from Gangle, causing her to cry out in a panic.

“Jax no!” The resident bunny snickered as he opened the notebook. Luckily, the more embarrassing stuff was more in the center.

“What, you drawing something nasty? My, my Gangle, I didn’t think you were so dirty minded.” Gangle whimpered and tried to grab her journal back, while Jax wandered in circles while he flipped absently through the pages. He had to admit, most of the sketches were actually pretty good.

“Dang, kid. You aren’t half bad at this drawing thing. I’m sure Caine would love you to design something for new scenes or- oh! What’s this?” Jax’s rare compliment was cut off as he saw Gangles tickle art. He looked at the drawings and then at Gangle, who looked ready to sink into the very ground.

“J-Jax…. Please don’t tell the others.” She whimpered, twisting her ribbon hands nervously. Jax’s cheeky grin faltered a bit. He was torn- on the one hand, he totally wanted to tell the gang. On the other hand, he was worried that might break poor Gangle, and loathe as he was to admit it, he cared about her feelings.

“Don’t worry. I won’t tell ‘em. Scouts honor.” Jax held up 3 fingers in a salute. Gangle relaxed a tiny bit.

“Yah know, if this is the sorta thing you want, I’d be happy to give it to you.” Jax said, closing the book and setting it to the side. Gangle looked stunned.

“R-really? You don’t think it’s weird.” Jax’s grin returned.

“Oh, it’s weird as [BLEEP]. But that’s nothing new here.” Jax plunked himself on the bed next to the drama character.

“So! What’ll it be? You want me to, Yah know.” Jax raised his hands and wiggled his fingers at Gangle, who couldn’t suppress the tiniest giggle.

“U-Uhmmmm….. okay. Just be gentle?” Jax smiled brightly and stood.

“I’ll be right back! Don’t move.” Jax sprinted out of the room, leaving Gangle confused and flustered. What on earth was Jax up to? She didn’t have to ponder this very long before the rabbit came back with an armful of tickly supplies. The sight alone made Gangle feel strangely giddy inside.

“Jax…. Wh-what is all that?” She asked as the bunny laid everything out.

“Just a few supplies. Your drawings had a ton of this stuff, so I thought you might like ‘em.” Jax explained gesturing to the assortment of feathers, paintbrushes, and what looked a bit like makeup brushes.

“O-oh…l-…..Jax you really didn’t have to go through all this trouble for me. It’s okay if you don’t want to do this.” Jax turned to face her, planting his fists on his hips.

“Are you kidding? What about me says I wouldn’t take this opportunity to mess with you?” Gangle fell silent. He did have a very good point.

“Now! Where to begin?” Jax drawled, pacing in a circle around Gangle, twirling a long feather between his thumb and index finger. He may have promised to keep her secret, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t gonna tease her relentlessly. Gangle giggled nervously as she eyed him.

“J-Jahahax. Don’t do that!” Jax smirked cheekily at her.

“Don’t what? I’m just trying to find a perfect spot to attack first.” Gangle squeaked and hid her face shyly at the teasing. Jax grinned viciously and swiped the feather under where he chin would be, causing her to squeal.

“EEK! Jax it tickles!” She tittered uncovering her face so she could halfheartedly bat the rabbit away. Jax smiled and retracted the feather, checking to make sure Gangle was alright. She gave him a wobbly smile.

“Y-you stopped.” She remarked. Jax nodded.

“Want me to continue?” He teased, flicking the feather across where Gangles stomach would be making her flinch with a fit of giggles.

“Y-yehehahahah.” Jax beamed and switched his feather out for a paintbrush.

“I was hoping you’d say that.” He replied using the brush to stroke shapes along Gangle’s mask, while his free hand skittered lightly between her middle ribbon loops making sure to keep his touch light, sending her into fits of bright laughter. When Jax switched tools again and used the makeup brush beneath her chin and along her jaw, Gangle squealed with laughter, hiccuping in between giggles.

“Jahahahax! *hic* Nohoho mohohore! Pleahehehease!” Gangle wrapped her satin hands around the bunny’s wrists and gently pushed, signaling that she was at her limit. Jax took the hint and ceased his tickles, dropping the brush.

“Heh, you okay Gangle?” He asked, while the masked character caught her breath.

“Hehehe yeah. Thanks Jax. I-I needed that.” She answered, smiling shyly at the purple rabbit. Jax waved her off.

“Hey, no problem. And, if you ever want more, you know,” Jax paused and wiggled his fingers lightly at Gangle,

“Just come visit your old pal Jax and I’ll getcha good.” Gangle nodded and smiled softly.

“O-okay. I’ll try.” Jax winked and stood.

“Oh, by the way. You really should smile more. Even without your comedy mask it’s nice.” Gangle made a flustered noise and chucked a pillow at Jax who ran out laughing. But she did feel much better and when she joined her friends for dinner, her comedy mask was fixed and waiting at her spot with a note that read,

“In case of emergency, here’s your smile.”

The small doodle in the corner was a messy self portrait of a certain rabbit. Gangle considered herself very lucky indeed.

A/N: Hey guys ! Thanks for reading! I was inspired by an incredible piece of art done by @unnamable-lee! The lee!gangle drawing they did was absolutely adorable, so naturally I had to write a fic for it. Hope you all enjoyed!

[nivisdreaming]

Skittish

Eddie didn’t think there was anyone outside of Hellfire in the school who liked D&D, and he’s okay with his little group of hyperactive teens. Then, he finds you, drawing what is undeniably a D&D monster. And he is hooked.

• Eddie Munson x Shy!Reader

• Tags: Fluff, Meet-Cuteish?, Drabble, She/her for reader

• WC: ~700

“Wait. Hold on. That’s not- is that? Are you drawing a beholder?” Eddie stops dead in his tracks, quick to lean over head of the girl he’s speaking to in order to get a better look at the sketchbook.

She flinches backwards, nearly ramming her head back into his chest. “No! Definitely not!” She slams the sketchbook shut and pulls it underneath her chin, wrapping her arms across it tightly and tugging her knees up to her chest to hide the leather-bound book from view as much as possible. “P-please don’t try to take it,” she squeaks.

Eddie is quick to pull back, realizing in his eagerness he has ended up towering over the poor girl. He puts his hands up in a show of surrender. “Woah woah, slow down, I have no intention of taking it! It was just really good, ya know? Could I look?” He lowers his voice to a much softer tone. “I’m not gonna hurt you. I may be a freak, but I’m not a monster sweetheart.”

There’s a gentle whine as she unfurls herself from her defensive stance, but she returns the book to its place on the table and opens it to the previous page. On it is an almost completed pencil sketch of a beholder, with miniature doodles of 20-sided dice, swords, and bows decorating the page border. With only a slight anxious glance at the curly-haired man next to her, she pulled the pencil from behind her ear and began adding to the shading. Internally, she sighs in relief at the excuse to look anywhere besides the sad puppy dog eyes Eddie gave her when he scared her. He’s adorable. That’s so unfair. Why do you get to be adorable and tall? People really should only get to pick one of those. Unfair.

“You drew this?! It looks out straight of the D&D manual, that’s awesome!” Eddie plops down in the seat next to her and sets down his lunch tray in favor of leaning in closer to the book, leaving their faces parallel to each other. “I’ve never seen you at Hellfire before, do you play with a friend group or something?”

“Oh, uh, I don’t actually play. My brother did though, and he left all the books to me when he left for college, so I started reading them after school.” She mutters as she continues to draw. The repetitive movement helps lull her anxiety a bit, and she feels her guard lowering with the release of her scrunched up shoulders. “I’ve seen you with the hellfire crowd, but-“ She sighs. “You know how vampires can’t come inside somewhere unless they’re invited in? I’m kind of like that. Groups are intimidating, and I get skittish.” He shifts impossibly closer to peek over her ever-moving pencil, and a strand of his hair brushes her cheek and sends a chill down her spine.

“You should join us sometime, skitty kitty, we don’t bite,” Eddie snickers. She feels him turning his head so more of his hair teases the side of her face, and she swears he’s so close she can feel his breath now. “You know, you’re blushing pretty hard there. Is it the compliments on your drawings, or is something else up? Hmmm?” Her hand freezes for the first time since she reopened the book.

“I- um…nothing,” She lifts her pencil to her mouth and begins to anxiously tap it against her lip. “Yeah, sure, I’ll join you all,” The tapping continues.

On instinct, Eddie’s hand reaches out and carefully removes the pencil from her hand, taking it in his own. He smirks when she looks up from the sketch to his eyes, shoots her a wink, and kisses the top of the pencil lightly. Her tucks it back behind her ear with a lingering touch. “Fridays, after school, in the drama room. Bring these drawings if you feel comfortable, the kids will love ‘em and I’d love to see more of them.” She gulps and fights the urge to nod with too much eagerness, and he slides out of his seat, gives her a wave, and returns to his usual table to eat his lunch.

To be honest, she isn’t sure she is capable of forming another coherent thought for the entirety of the lunch period.

[buggy-samaaa]

Caught, part 12

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19

Word count: 313

Content: NSFW — mdni, gender neutral reader, no y/n, second person POV, voyeurism, anal, masturbation, misuse of devil’s fruit powers, man musk, pillow humping, auralism

Tag list: @hey-august, @bbnbhm, @genius---jester, @lostfirefly, @ane5e

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There was puke on your boots and you were trying really hard not to look at it for fear of feeling sick yourself. Buggy didn’t know where to look, his eyes darting all over. Then he turned to leave.

“Wh—Hey!” you exclaimed, and you pulled him back by his coat sleeve. “Come on, I’m taking you to bed.” You heard what sounded like a high-five behind the mast. “Not like that!” you shouted with frustration to Mohji and Cabaji, and Mohji responded with a weak “sorry.”

Buggy allowed himself to be taken to his quarters, still feeling a bit woozy. You helped him out of his coat and hat and fluffed his pillows for him.

“Just… lie down. I’ll get you something to settle your stomach,” you said, and Buggy did as he was told. You were back in a jiff with crackers and a glass of water. “Here,” you said gently, handing him the plate. Buggy nibbled one of the crackers and sipped some water. You looked down at your boots with a grimace, and excused yourself to go clean them off.

Buggy lied there and chewed as he thought about what a dumbass he was. When you came back, you had on different shoes and you were holding a damp towel. You pressed the cloth to his forehead as Buggy looked up at you with those pale green eyes. You blushed lightly and stepped away, then pulled up one of his armchairs and sat down, busying yourself with your sketchbook.

“What are you doing?” Buggy asked through a mouthful of crackers.

You shrugged. “Passing the time.”

Buggy swallowed his food. “You’re gonna… stay here?”

“Mhm,” you said absently, sketching away.

“Don’t you have better things to do?”

“I was just gonna draw anyway.”

Buggy studied his plate of crackers. “If I stubbed my toe, would you kiss it?”

“What the fuck?”

[sevenpoyo]

school headcanons for because i only got 3 more weeks

margo’s is so long even tho she got like 2 minutes of screen time bc i love her so much and she’s my gf

Margo Kess, 1610Miles, 42Miles, Gwen Stacy, Pavitr Prabhakar

margo kess / spiderbyte

ain’t shorty on zoom in the movie?

my girl dont attend class, she once shut down the entire blocks power so she would have an excuse to not be in class

eats in class all class everyday, only shares with you

takes really good notes and never studies them

like???? ma’am??? share???

all her electives are programming related and she pretends to busy while playing centipede all day

sends you 50 links to stuff you might like while ur in math

she got papers that let her opt out of gym

no matter how much you beg ur gonna be alone in gym and she doesn’t feel bad about it

popular with no friends type

like everyday 50 ppl stop you both and say hi

she only knows like 5 of their names she can’t stand half of them niggas

empty ass backpack like she got one notebook and one binder

all a’s and b’s like bitch how

her memory is absolutely ass but she can remember every story you told her or stuff that happened when y’all hang out

don’t ask her what she did in her class

don’t ask her if her class also has a history test

she don’t know

she don’t care

but she do know that when you were 8 your cousin burned ur thigh while y’all were playing iron vs knife fight

(u were dumb as hell for picking knife everyone knows iron always wins)

i looked it up on her word everybody uses those virtual avatars

she’ll shit on your class choices so damn hard

she just likes making fun of your choices fr

like half of ur conversation go;

damn i’m tired

u was up doing stupid shit last night you don’t get to complain

stfu that’s why ur a bitmoji

that’s why ur granny beat ur ass for something your brother did when you were 9

i hate telling u shit

then stop telling me shit

(i have no clue how accurate this is to her character but i need to write about her i’m in love but damn it’s long)

1610 miles / spider-man 2 lmao

book bag full locker full but never has a pencil

writes notes assignments and homework in paint pen ink don’t ask this nigga for notes

(he gets nigga treatment but not my queen margo bc i got favorites)

he miss mad classes but somehow still solid attendance record???

somehow always present in the record he miss 40 days and get caught on like 6 of them

unless his mom make breakfast and lunch on her day off for him he eating the most random shit from the bodega closest to visions

like what do you mean you got a cosmic brownie and a cold chopped cheese from last night ? it’s literally 7 in the morning no i don’t want none

makes you hype him up every time he slap boxes people and he’s so ass at it

he be ashy with no lotion atleast 5 times every month it’s embarrassing

he calls visions his white people school to his parents and his friends

once he said it to gwen and they sat in literal complete silence for like 10 minutes

prolly took music theory because he thought it would be easy and switched out of that shit so fast

i’d be so mean to him for enjoying physics

like this nigga trying to make something of him self

lil einstein ass nigga

he understands color theory but can’t explain it

12 half full sketchbooks but at school he literally draw on computer paper he don’t let the sketch book leave his bag

i know he’s ass at watercolor, he always spills shit, the colors always end up brown

try’s to be interested in your class choices bc he wants to know stuff he can talk about with you

when you first meet he can’t take meaner jokes bc he thinks that you mean them

but one day he’s gets comfortable, and brutal

no one in your life is safe when he looses a video game

except your mom

rio taught him better than that

42 miles / the prowler

comes to school with no school related supplies in his bag unless you count art stuff

finds a pencil on his way to class

has a change of clothes, rat tail comb, 3 bottles of water, a camera, a flashlight, lotion and cocoa butter.

like bro ur going to Ap Art not a camping trip

once he pulled out a griddle and and pancake mix and y’all started making pancakes in class

forgets his metro pass every day and gets so pissed ab it

runs into people in the hallway bc he’s never paying attention

idk if he goes to visions but if he does he calls it his white people school with his full chest to anybody even if they’re white

he be leaving halfway through the day all the time like bro you miss algebra 2 every damn day

uncle arron always talking him out of school with some bullshit reason

bro’s had his tonsils out 8 times on the school’s records

He will get ur parents to put his uncle on ur pickup list and you will be out of there with him

he will YELL if someone step on his shoes no matter what the situation like the school could be on fire and he fighting in the burning building

also his uniform is so pristine

his pants stiff

that button down is bleached ironed pressed and allat

this mfer is an online shopping addict u just know he be on amazon in class

will offer you the weirdest food combos like no i don’t want to put tajin mangoes on my beef patty i’m sick of you nigga

not school related but he’s super good with kids (both miles fr) but he’s the #1 little cousin defender and apologists

he ride for them always one of ur little cousins could sucker punch u and he be like

‘they just want u to play with them’

he takes a preforming arts class for fun prolly

loves sports but doesn’t play one understands the stats well and would help if you played one

wakes up at the asscrack of dawn on weekends

SICK ASS COSTUME FOR HOLLOWEEN IK THIS NIGGA LOVE HOLLOWEEN

plans costumes for school spirit weeks but always checks to seen if he’s gonna be the only one wearing a costume for it

never eats lunch unless his mom makes it he be hungry all day and be complaining

his socks are never in uniform (yes some uniform schools have sock rules)

gwen stacy / spider woman / ghost spider

idk what to call her

she has every snack you could ever want in her lunch bag

hates her music theory teacher

she literally has the most pristine locker with a calendar and a mirror and all that shit will write down test for you and important dates for the both of you

goes to school plays and shits on the story, like she ain’t pay 5 dollars to be there

some of her teachers hate her

like ma’am ur beefing with a whole 16 year old rn

she hate english teachers but love creative writing teachers

she keeps all her books in her locker never brings them home never brings them to class

always comes through with an extra pad no matter what

she also always has hand sanitizer

in like 4 extracurricular after school things and complains so bad

ur starting to hate that shit to ur sick of hearing it like girl quit then

10/10 cameraman she has every fight and every drama in 10khd and she will share them if you ask

she chews her pens and nails

has her drumsticks out always teachers have banned her from taking them to their classes

can watch tv on her phone but look focused you think she’s paying attention but then you look over and she’s watching good luck charlie

pavitr prabhakar / spider-man india

always late for class never in trouble

always eating and sharing food and never in trouble

how is he blessed like this? it ain’t fair

eats from the school vending machines or begs other ppl to share

will always have and share the homework answers no matter what he’s an angel

his sock always have holes in them like sir please get that shit together

gym try hard ik goes insane in football/soccer

very encouraging for shit u don’t wanna do he believes in you

you him and Gayatri talk so much shit but are somehow all well liked

he tells you what teachers are dating (he can just tell)

he has toothpaste in his bag for some reason?? i can just feel this one

his aunt will let you come over after school she’s so sweet to you.

always got a job at school assemblies

he’s reading poems or shaking hand or leading in the school pledge or something

Pav’s is short because i have no fucking clue if school in India is different form america and Barbados

[sonicstalker123]

Protective!Korekiyo x Injured!Reader

CW: Blood, injuries, mentions of chapter 2’s victim, bruises

✨she/her pronouns will be used!✨

Korekiyo is in his lab, admiring all of the items and strangely Angie is in there too, creating a sketch of the god dog statue while Kiyo is infodumping telling her everything he knows about it and seances he’s done in the past.

“Nyahaha! Very inspiring, Kiyo! Have you ever talked to any of the spirits you summon?” Angie asks.

“Mmm, only spirits that have had grudges against other people and then I’ve… helped… out spirits and helped them move on to the afterlife.” Kiyo responds.

“Neat! I’m gonna finish this art piece and give it to you when I’m done, okay? Bye-onara!” Angie leaves.

“Angie is the last person I’d expect to come and visit my wonderful lab and genuinely showed interest in the things here. The only other person that shows interest is Y/N, the way her eyes sparkle when I first showed her everything is something I’ll never forget. It was very adorable. Speaking of which, where is she? We had plans to go to the garden and tell her some stories because she loves listening to them.”

Kiyo leaves his lab and wanders around, with a determined look in his eyes. He runs to a nearby classroom and looks around. “Odd. She comes here occasionally when she just needs a quiet space that usually nobody enters. Y/N comes in here when something serious is on her mind or if she is troubled about something. I learn new things about her all the time.”

Surprisingly enough, Kiyo runs very fast.

“I wonder where she could be. Could she be in her room perhaps?” Kiyo makes his way towards Y/N’s room and knocks on the door. No response. He decides to wait for a bit. After about five minutes he gets worried and calls her phone. Kiyo’s phone continues to ring and nobody picks it up.

He decides to call again and weirdly enough Kaito answers it. “Y/N? Where are you? Are you al-”Kaito interrupts him. “Yo, who is th- Wait… Kiyo??? Where are YOU? Something bad happened at the pool and everybody else is here and we were wondering where you were at. Ya know what? It doesn’t matter. Come to the pool immediately. Monokuma is here too.” Kaito hangs up.

Kiyo decides to text “Y/N” when he starts walking to the pool. ‘Kaito. I’m on my way.’ SEND.

“Hopefully Y/N is there, I just wonder why she wouldn’t message me or give me a call.”

The Ultimate Anthropologist eventually makes his way to the pool. He got lost for a little bit lol

He opens the door and everybody turns their head towards Kiyo. He looks at Y/N and is surprised. “Oh my. Why is she face down on the ground? Why does it look like the pool is a faint shade of red?”

Gonta picks her up and gently rolls her over and Y/N has bruises and blood on her arms and legs. Everybody gasps. His surprised feeling quickly turns to anger once he put the pieces together.

“WHAT HAPPENED. WHO DID THIS? Why is she bloody.”

“Well dipshit, it’s obvious she was attacked. Maybe she was thrown in the pool after she was attacked so she would drown.” Miu says, rolling her eyes. 

“Um… Kiyo.. Kirumi spotted her while she was cleaning and got my attention and Kaito got everybody else.” Tsumugi states.

Kokichi sneaks up to Y/N and starts slapping her in the face continuously, trying to wake her up. “Kokichi, stop! You’re going to make Kiyo even more ma-“ Kaede exclaims while Kiyo turns his head and stands right behind Kokichi. Kokichi sees his shadow and flinches. He eventually stops. He’s actually kind of scared.

“Are you trying to hurt her even more? If so, I will tear out your nerves.” Kiyo asks angrily.

“Grrr… you degenerate male! You should know better to not lay a hand on a girl! Especially my friends!” Tenko exclaims. She gets into a battling stance, wanting to beat the shit out of Kokichi.

Gonta starts to pat her on the back, in hopes of getting Y/N to cough up the water. “Please wake up for not just Gonta, but for all of friends…”

Kiyo walks up to Y/N and sits on his knees next to her. He picks her up and gives her a gentle hug, not knowing what else to do.

Moments pass and he feels that she’s getting warmer (aka blushing) and eventually coughs up a bunch of water.

Kiyo’s eyes widen, along with everybody else. Y/N tries to speak but she’s too busy coughing.

Y/N eventually stops and looks around in a panic. “What- where- KIYO? You’re here?”

Kiyo smiles and nods, putting his hand on her head, almost like he’s protecting her. Y/N smiles real big, still blushing.

“Damn Y/N, were you THAT thirsty or what?” Miu asks, laughing. Everybody but Y/N just gives Miu a LOOK that says ‘are you actually serious right now’.

Almost like “🤨”

Y/N starts to laugh under her breath and everybody then turns to look at Y/N. “Miu-“

Miu turns to look at Y/N, confused. “Yeah?”

Y/N just starts to laugh… like a genuine laugh. Everybody is just dumbfounded.

“I- That joke was… hahaha- very funny!” Y/N exclaims while trying to catch her breath.

“Wowwww, Y/N, you’re like the ONLY person who finds Miu’s dirty jokes funny.” Kokichi says while rolling his eyes.

Kiyo then starts to look at everybody in the room. “Anyways, Y/N, do you remember who your attacker was? Do you remember what they looked like?”

Y/N starts thinking to herself. “Umm, uhh…whoever it was… was short. I only saw a silhouette. I only saw them for a brief second…. I think everything went black? I could’ve been attacked and pushed out the window.”

Ryoma shudders. “I’ve destroyed the mafia before, but how come somebody falling out of a window send chills down my spine..? Odd.”

Kiyo then looks at Ryoma, Himiko and Kokichi rather menacingly, eyes glowing.

Himiko is the only one who’s actually terrified. Ryoma sighs. “You don’t need to suspect me, I was practicing tennis in my room.”

“Why would you suspect me? I have nothing against Y/N!” Kokichi yells.

“LIES! Just last week you pulled a massive prank on Y/N by hiding a bunch of her belongings! Some of them are STILL missing!” Kiyo yells with a hint of growl.

Kokichi starts laughing. “That’s hilarious!! She’s just such an easy target. She’s just dumb. I could prank the absolute shit out of her and nobody without suspect a thing.”

Korekiyo growls. “How DARE you say such a thing?”

“Oh man! It seems like you’re upset with me! I probably should’ve lied!”

Y/N looks up at her boyfriend. “Kiyo… I greatly appreciate you protecting me, you don’t know how much it means to me…”

“But of course, Y/N, you’re very precious to me. I would do anything for you.” Kiyo responds.

Y/N looks at Kokichi and growls. “You’re the one who took my prized belongings?!” Her eyes glow.

Kokichi sighs. “LIKE I’VE SAID BEFORE… Y/N… you’re so slow and a—“

Y/N dashes towards Kokichi with intense anger. She tackles him and glares at him rather intensely. “You need to learn to shut your fucking mouth, you motherfucker.”

“Y/N, please stop! Fighting with Kokichi will get us nowhere. We need to figure out who hurt you. But first. Monokuma! Come on out!” Kiibo yells and Monokuma pops up.

“What’s up? You called?” Monokuma responds.

“Take her to a nearby hospital!” Kiibo responds back.

“Well, alright, she hasn’t broken any rules. We have to go all the way to Jabberwock Island for that, are you SURE you wanna risk her dying? She might bleed out.”

Kaito and Kiyo look at her and then Monokuma. “Take her. Kiyo will kill us if she doesn’t come back so she better come back, Monokuma!”

“I wasn’t going to give you a choice really, just felt like doing a bit of trolling. As long as she, or anybody else for that matter, don’t break the rules, anybody can go to the hospital. Ah-ah-ah, you can’t come in here, Korekiyo, there’s no room.”

The Monokuma ambulance disappears in the blink of an eye.

Himiko notices some arrows. “Arrows? I bet this was used to attack her. Nyeh? What’s a necklace doing in the pool?”

“A necklace??? I thought that was one of the missing items. Does it have *insert your star sign here* on it?” Kaito asks.

Himiko nods.

“Why and HOW do you know about her necklace, Kaito?” Korekiyo asks.

“Dude, she wears it almost every day. It has a star sign on it and me being the Luminary of the Stars, I had to ask her about it and what star sign it was. And plus I got it for her, I thought it would be something she’d like, it combines our favorite things. Me? Stars and Y/N? Necklaces.”

The Ultimate Anthropologist walks into the pool and grabs the necklace, which was like four feet deep.

“You walked into the pool?! JUST LIKE THAT???? Holy shit, dude. Mad respect.” Kaito responds.

“But now your clothes are soaking wet and dripping water drops everywhere. Go change your clothes and come back here.” Kaede politely demands.

“I’ll be staying here, looking around for clues.” He responds.

Kaede shrugs and starts looking around with Shuichi. Korekiyo walks up to the arrows and notices something sparkly on the arrows. He then looks at the window and sighs. “Dear Y/N, who did this to you?” He hears his phone chime and looks at it. “Y/N??? How is she typing right now?”

‘Hi kiyo, at jabberwock island, hard to type with glass in my arms. I’ll be ok. Love u, they’re taking me to get the glass removed rn, hope to see u soon 🥰’

“GLASS?” Korekiyo exclaims.

“She fell from window, she bound to have glass in arm.” Gonta responds.

“Poor thing, she must be in pain right now. Glass in her arms, she’s bruised and bloody.” Tsumugi responds.

“I noticed that the arrows were sparkly. It’s odd, unless it was Himiko. I doubt it though.” Shuichi states.

Himiko sighs. “Nyeh… I was the one who accidentally hurt her. I was practicing my magic with arrows and she unfortunately went flying out of my window. With the arrows.”

“Himiko’s magic is real?! And she’s not just saying random shit???” Kaito asks.

Himiko doesn’t say anything and leaves the room with a deep and upset sigh.

✨time skip to a few days in the future✨

Kiyo sits on the floor and sighs, burying his face in his hands. Suddenly his phone starts playing a tune. “That’s my ringtone… Y/N?!” He quickly answers.

“Hey, I’m still in the hospital but I figured I’d give you a call in c-case you wanted to hear me s-speak. Damn these IVs are making me super sleepy… can you visit me? It’s… kinda lonely here…”

“On it, dear. See you in a little bit.”

Y/N giggles and says “alrighty” as she ends the call.

Kiyo makes it to the hospital, almost as if Himiko used her magic to get him there.

He finds his beloved, completely passed out from the medicine. “Hah, there she is. Safe. Okay. Thank the dog god.”

“I a-a-assume you’re the one that Y-Y-Y/N was talking about?” Mikan asks while walking up to him. Korekiyo nods. “W-We found a t-total of 53 shards in her a-arms. We got her wounds s-stitched up t-t-too. She will b-be o-o-okay soon.”

Haha iykyk the 53 joke

“I see… thank you.”

Mikan leaves and Korekiyo sits next to Y/N and holds her hand. “Y/N, we know who did this, Himiko did it. She confessed. I’m sure the others are justifiably mad at her. You’re going to be okay, I promise.” Korekiyo holds her hand.

✨time skip to a few days✨

Y/N walks through the hallways, relieved to see everyone, minus Kokichi and Himiko. She ignores them both.

“Hey, welcome back, Y/N!!! You good now? Here’s your necklace! Kiyo here found it and walked STRAIGHT into the water for it. It was super badass!” Kaito exclaims.

[kraviolis]

debris becoming whole again (The Owl House)

Rating: Teen Relationships: Amity & Hunter, Belos & Hunter Words: 4.4k Additional Tags: Birthday Trauma, Pre-Canon Flashback, Hurt/Comfort, Implied/Reference Child Abuse, Angst & Fluff, Banter, Grief/Mourning, Complicated Feelings, Post-Canon (W&D Timeskip) Summary:

Hunter blinks at her in pure disbelief. “There’s no way you forgot my last birthday.”

“I’m sorry.” Amity does look genuinely sorry about it, which is nice but not what he was getting at.

“No, I mean, it’s actually impossible that you could forget it. You were there.”

“I’m gonna be honest… I don’t think I even know when your birthday is.” She admits, looking sheepish as if that’s her fault, somehow.

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Hunter is smiling as he makes his way down the castle halls. 

No one sees it, of course. All the coven scouts see as they’re passing by is the Golden Guard power walking with purpose down the hall. They step out of the way and avert their gaze, avoiding any kind of eye contact, which is just fine to Hunter. He doesn’t want to be delayed for a second longer than necessary.

It’s not every day that Emperor Belos wakes him thirty minutes early with a coven courier giving him a letter requesting his presence in his Uncle’s workshop. Hunter had barely been able to contain his excitement long enough to close the door before he was smiling ear-to-ear and rushing through his morning routine. His hair was still slightly damp, but he couldn’t be late– not today.

When he reaches the door, he straightens himself out and clears his throat before knocking.

“Come in,” Belos calls through the wood, and Hunter obeys.

The workshop is one of Hunter’s favorite places in the whole imperial palace. It’s always a cluttered tangle, with half-cooked blueprints and random tubes and bolts and pieces of scrap metal scattered across any flat surface. He’s always careful to step over the various items littering the floor, knowing that it may look like a huge mess but isn’t actually. His Uncle prefers an organized chaos just like Hunter does, and he’ll do his best to respect the space as a guest in it.

“Good morning,” Belos greets him from his seat at one of the benches, his own mask and cloak nowhere to be seen and his long hair pulled back out of his face. He’s bent over, charcoal pencil in his hand scratching away with quick strokes, but pauses his ministrations to turn to Hunter as he approaches. “I see you received my invitation.”

Hunter moves to kneel, bowing his head. “Good morning, Emperor B–”

His Uncle cuts him off with a wave of his hand. “No, none of that, if you please. I do prefer my mornings outside of court and with as little bureaucracy as possible.” He turns back to the bench, pencil in hand as he continues his sketching.

Blushing under his mask, Hunter stands and nods. “Uh. Right. Sorry.”

Belos swipes a hand over the paper he’s working on, brushing away any particles. Then with the same hand, he beckons Hunter closer without looking up. “Come, nephew. Tell me what you think of this– and take that mask off while you’re at it.”

With a practiced hand, he removes his mask and hood in a single swift motion, leaving the golden vizard on the first clear surface he sees. Belos leans back so that Hunter may look over his shoulder at the sketchbook laid on the table.

“It’s… a new artificial staff?” Hunter leans closer, putting a hand on the table to get a better look. His eyes widen as he takes it in. “No, wait, is that my staff? Are you planning another alteration to the mechanisms?”

“It is, and I am.” His Uncle confirms, pointing with the pencil at the fresh blueprint. “There’s actually quite a bit I’d like to implement, but for now– do you see this modification here? With the internal wiring? What do you make of it?”

He absorbs the page, soaking in the looping cockatrice-scratch of his Uncle’s handwriting. “Mixing metals in the wires– tonguesten, copper, and Titan’ium?” He murmurs to himself, trying to connect the dots in his head. “Using copper as the conductor instead of gold would increase power, even if the charge becomes unstable… but putting those two metals together like this wouldn’t work, right?”

Hunter looks to his Uncle, who tilts his head to one side wordlessly with a neutral expression. Seeing that he won’t be getting any hints, he hums and goes back to squinting at the page in front of him.

“This configuration would brick the staff at best, or at worst, cause it explode in your hand the second you try to use it.” He crooks a finger against his chin, running through all his knowledge of magical engineering. “Copper is leaky and Titan’ium reflects magic, which is why normally you should make an effort to avoid using them together, but… not unless… the tonguesten! ”

He straightens his back, holding back a smile as he finally makes the connection. “Using tonguesten as the barrier because of its density will prevent the leaking and keep the refractions of magic within the wire itself, which lets it flow faster and at higher concentration!”

“Very good, Hunter.” Belos nods his approval, making Hunter swell with pride. “These new wire compositions should prevent both that pesky half-second delay and make this mechanism here unnecessary. Once we can remove that eyesore, the head will become lighter and render the staff more balanced than ever. In fact, all these changes I’ve noted down should make it all feel a bit more… natural, so to speak.”

Hunter can’t stop the grin this time. “That’s so– Uncle, you’re a genius! This is incredible!” He says, turning to the elder in excitement.

Belos smiles back, but it’s tense in a way that gives Hunter pause. When he raises a single brow, Hunter suddenly realizes he’s grabbed the Emperor of the Boiling Isles by the shoulders. He pulls his hands back quickly, cheeks and ears burning like he’s just slathered firebee honey on them as he takes a step back.

“I– uh. Um.” Keeping his eyes to the ground, he clears his throat and tries to regain his sense of professionalism. He bends at the waist, arms planted to his sides. “I apologize for my overenthusiasm, sir.”

“That’s quite alright, Hunter. I’m glad to know you’re appreciative of my work.” Belos puts a hand on his head, patting gently. “Just don’t make such reactions into a habit, hm?” Hunter’s breath catches, something warm blossoming in his chest at the gesture even when his Uncle quickly pulls his hand away.

It’s not every day that he receives so much casual affection, as his Uncle has never been very open with his touch– which Hunter understands, of course! The curse is dangerous to those around him, and Belos doesn’t like Hunter getting too close just in case he accidentally injures him. But today must be a good day, one where his curse isn’t bothering him too badly.

“Are you ready to get started?” His Uncle asks, drawing him from his mind. 

Hunter blinks and tilts his head. “Started on what?” 

“On your staff modifications, of course.”

“Today?” Hunter breathes, lighting up at the nod he gets. “Really? And I get to help?”

Belos chuckles, regal and dignified. “It is your staff, Hunter. You know it nearly as well as I do.” He glances to the door of the workshop, his brow raising again. “Though, I don’t imagine we can begin right this second.”

“Oh.” Something deflates in Hunter but he does his best not to frown or whine like a petulant child not getting his way. “Do you need me to gather the materials first?”

“No, I should have everything we need already.” His Uncle gestures towards his storage containers in the corner, half the lids off of the containers and several labels misplaced or illegible from age. Hunter glances from the materials back to Belos, still not understanding. “It’s just that… well, it would be rather difficult to begin when your staff isn’t here.”

Hunter gasps. “I forgot it in my room! Agh, stupid!” He hits his forehead with his fist a couple times, then turns to run out the door. “Sorry, Uncle! I’ll go and–”

“Hold a tick,” Belos grabs his own staff from where it leans against the wall to his right, using it to levitate Hunter’s mask over to him. “You don’t want to forget this as well, do you?”

“Right– Thank you!” He slips it over his face and pulls his hood up swiftly. “I’ll be right back!”

Before he can rush out of the door, his Uncle calls him back again. “Oh, and one more thing.”

He freezes and wrenches his head back into the room, buzzing with enough energy to power his staff a hundred times over. He forces his tone to stay polite and respectful, no matter how badly he wants to just take off running down the hall towards his bedroom. “Yes, Uncle?”

Belos smiles kindly at him. “Happy sixteenth birthday, Hunter.”

Hunter is so, so glad his Uncle can’t see his face anymore. The second he processes the words, he smiles so wide it makes his cheeks hurt and has to blink the sudden blur in his vision away. It feels like his chest is about to burst from nothing but pure joy.

He has an urge to run back across the room and throw his arms around his Uncle, or even just tell him for once how much he means to him, but he fights it back. No matter how much he cares for him, he can’t cross those boundaries. 

His Uncle is a complicated man and has been through a lot of pain in his life– he wouldn’t be appreciative of gestures like that. It’s not in his nature, and Hunter refuses to make his Uncle uncomfortable or, Titan forbid, start putting up his walls when it’s just the two of them again like he did when Hunter was small.

(Back when his Uncle was so distant he often would go weeks without seeing him at all. When he couldn’t find a single chance to show his Uncle how helpful he could actually be to him. No, he won’t go back to that.) 

(He’ll show the Emperor every single day just how much he can rely on Hunter, how useful he can be. He’s not going to become more dead weight, and he’s not going to let anyone else take his place.)

(Plus, it’s best for Hunter to remain as professional as possible in the castle. After all, he can only take so much muttering behind his back about nepotism and daycares.)

Instead, Hunter just nods quickly to show his appreciation. “Thank you, Uncle!” 

He waits a second for his Uncle to wave his hand, officially dismissing him, before he closes the door to the workshop politely and takes off in a dead sprint down the hall.

Hunter grins under his mask the entire way there and back. 

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Hunter sniffles, drawing his knees to his chest tighter. 

It’s getting colder out here by the second as the sky darkens, the sun already gone below the horizon. His back is pressed against the wall of the Owl House as he hides away in the backyard. The sounds of the birthday party still going on inside does nothing but make his heart sink even lower.

There’s a sudden raucous of muffled laughter and Hunter squeezes his eyes closed. Everyone is having such a good time. Why can’t he? Why does everything have to be ruined by his dumb brain? Why does he have to be ruined?

It’s not fair of him. It’s supposed to be Gus’s special day. Hunter is supposed to be inside playing games with him and teasing him for turning fourteen and still being a pipsqueak, not sitting outside in the cold and having his own little pity party. 

Gus is gonna notice he’s gone soon, and then he’s gonna have to deal with Hunter’s stupid problems instead of getting sick from eating so much of the human cake Luz and Camila brought. But even though Hunter wants more than anything to just suck it up and let himself have a good time with his friends, he just… can’t . 

“Stupid,” He mutters to himself, sniffling again.

“Hey.”

Hunter whips his head around, startled. Amity is standing to his right, hands folded in front of her awkwardly. He hadn’t even heard the backdoor open.

She frowns at him and Hunter quickly turns away again to wipe at his face. “Hu–” He cuts himself off and clears his throat before trying again. “Hey.”

Amity approaches carefully and sits down right next to him, not touching but still close enough that he can feel the warmth radiating off of her. Ghost is conspicuously absent from the palisman’s constant post of circling her ankles, and Hunter knows it was on purpose.

His friends can’t even just hang out with their palismen near him without needing to walk on eggshells because of how stupidly sensitive he is. Like, it happened months ago, and Hunter still can’t even think about Flapjack without–

Hunter sniffles harder and scrubs at his eyes. Stupid. He’s so stupid . What’s wrong with him?

“There’s nothing wrong with you.” Amity tells him, and he realizes he was talking out loud. “You’re just having a hard time.”

“I’ve been having a hard time for seventeen years,” He says bitterly and continues to fight his own tear ducts. “I should be used to it by now. I never had these kinds of problems before– before I…”

“Before you left the Emperor’s Coven ?” She gives him a look, flat and unimpressed. “The same coven where showing an ounce of real emotion like this was– how did Luz word it? Like bleeding in shark infested waters?”

Hunter looks away without answering, frustrated over hearing such a logical comment in the face of his very illogical emotions. It makes too much sense for him right now, which makes everything about what he’s doing feel even more stupid. 

Amity sighs. “Do you… wanna talk about it?”

Hunter stares ahead, eyes fixed on the edge of the forest around the Owl House. The crowd inside laughs together at something again, muffled and barely-heard through the stone walls and thick glass window next to them.

“I’m just being stupid.” He repeats, turning his head to look at her.

“I mean, when are you not?” She elbows him, smiling. He glares at her in mock-offense and elbows her back, causing a mini elbow war that ends in seconds after a mutual surrender. “Seriously, though. Spill it already.”

Hunter moves a hand down from his knees, picking at the red grass underneath him. “Swear you won’t make fun of me for it?” He asks. 

“Swear. Look,” Amity makes a gesture across her chest. “Cross my heart.”

Hunter raises a brow at her. “...What does that even mean?”

“Luz did it once. It’s a human way of pledging a serious promise.”

Hunter sighs. “If Luz used it then good enough, I guess. Fine.”

There’s a long stretch of silence between them. Amity twiddles her thumbs together and Hunter tries to fit the words together in his head in a way where it possibly, just maybe, won’t actually be the stupidest thing he’s said and ever will say to another living soul.

“So…” Amity says. “Are you gonna–”

“My birthdays have always been my favorite memories.” Hunter blurts out, digging one hand into the grass and the other into his hair. Amity goes silent instantly, fixing her attention on him. “Except for– well. You know what happened during the last one.”

“...Do I?” She asks, squinting.

Hunter blinks at her in pure disbelief. “There’s no way you forgot my last birthday.”

“I’m sorry.” She does look genuinely sorry about it, which is nice but not what he was getting at.

“No, I mean, it’s actually impossible that you could forget it. You were there.”

“I’m gonna be honest… I don’t think I even know when your birthday is.” She admits, looking sheepish as if that’s her fault, somehow. “I didn’t realize you already turned seventeen until you said so just now.”

“I… Oh, Titan.” He laughs, but it’s not actually funny. He stops quickly. “I– I just remembered I never actually told anyone. I was so focused on everything else, I never…”

"When is your birthday?"

“My birthday is– Amity, it’s on Samhain." He swallows, his mouth suddenly dry. "Or, well, technically last year it was on Halloween.”

Amity blanches. She’s frozen in shock for a second, staring at him with wide eyes, before she nearly scrambles to take his hand in hers. The pressure is grounding, and he squeezes back just as tight. “Hunter,” She breathes in that same old tone– the one that everyone uses whenever Hunter shares anything about his life that’s less than perfectly happy. Horror, concern, and pity mixed into one single specific tone of voice.

“Don’t.” Hunter shakes his head. His free hand twists itself in the front of his shirt. “I already know. It’s– That isn’t what I wanted to talk about.”

Amity purses her lips and nods, but that doesn’t stop her from looking like she won’t be forgetting it. He just hopes she doesn’t let it slip to Luz before he can get the chance to tell her on his own– that will only end in a grievous amount of tears and yelling. Again.

“Anyways,” He clears his throat. Amity gives his hand another squeeze, encouraging him. “Um. Where was I again?”

“You said your birthdays were always your happiest memories.” She tells him, and he nods.

“Yeah. They were. Are? It’s– complicated.” His shoulders fall, and he leans his head against his knees again. “I didn’t get my birthdays off, in the Coven. No one did, really, but even when I was a kid I never had any birthday parties. Not like this one.”

“Are you upset because you… want one?” She guesses.

He shakes his head. “I– I don’t think that’s it. I think…” He hesitates, rolling the next words on his tongue before deciding to just spit them out. “I think I miss him.”

Amity doesn’t ask who ‘him’ is. She doesn’t have to. Hunter avoids looking at her face, not wanting to take the risk of seeing disgust or hate in reaction to his admission. She doesn’t stop holding his hand, which he takes as a good sign.

“He always made time in his day to spend my birthdays with me.” He keeps going, not sure if he can stop now that he’s started. “Even if it was only for fifteen minutes, even if we spent it going over budget reports, he always made an effort. For me .

“It’s stupid, right? How idiotic does someone have to be to miss him ?” Hunter growls, clenching his hands. “He was nothing but a liar and a murderer. He wasn’t even my uncle! I was only a tool to him, one that he had no problem with throwing away the second I–”

Amity quietly lets out a pained squeak, and Hunter rips his hand away from hers quick as lightning. “Sorry!” 

“It’s fine,” She can’t hide the wince in her face as she rubs her palm with her thumb. She shakes her head, her purple bangs falling out of place. “Don’t worry about it, keep going.”

Hunter hesitates but with a threatening brow raise from Amity, he deflates and curls back in on himself. It takes him a second to regather his thoughts from where he’d left them.

“You know what the worst part is?” He says. “When he wasn’t actively making my life into a living nightmare, he was actually really nice to me. For example, he used to sneak me hard candies during meetings that went long. Oh, and he’d let me sit in his workshop with him and rant about my day, or ramble about magical theory while he tinkered. That’s the version of him I miss more than any other. The version who felt like… like an actual, real person.

“And I know it wasn’t ever real to him, I know that everything nice he did was just another way for him to manipulate me, but… but it was real to me.” A lump begins to form in his throat, and it doesn’t fade when Hunter tries to swallow it down. 

“Belos,” He spits the name like it’s poison. “Never cared about me, but I cared about him. I– Damn it.” He scrubs at his traitorous eyes again, his breath hitching. “I- I loved him.”

His voice breaks, and so does Hunter. Unable to hold it back anymore, he wraps his arms around himself as his body begins to tremble and jolt with every sob that rips from his throat. Amity pulls him in, leaning him on her shoulder as he cries. 

It’s stupid. It’s so, so stupid . He should know better. Yet here Hunter is, grieving a genocidal tyrant who wouldn’t have given his own death a second thought. Grieving the man Hunter had thought he was. Grieving a family he never even had when his new family was right inside. They’re going to smile at Hunter when he goes back in later and look at him like he’s made their lives better just by being there, but right now he’s sobbing over someone who made Hunter feel like he had to earn the right to be his nephew.

“Stupid,” Hunter chokes out through his tears. “‘m so stupid.”

“It’s okay. I- I get it.” Amity tells him quietly, one of her hands rubbing up and down his back. “I miss my mom, sometimes.”

Hunter leans against her with more of his weight. “Your mom s-sucks .”

“I know,” Amity laughs wetly, ducking her head down. “How awful is that? I still love the woman who tried to kill Luz like, twice. I’m a horrible girlfriend.”

“Shut up.” He sobs, serious despite his sniffling.

“It’s true.” She argues back, something weird in her voice. “I have dreams about my mom waltzing into my life again, completely changed and telling me how sorry she is. I always end up crying when I wake up and remember it’s not real. I’m such an idiot .”

“Shut up.” Hunter repeats, shifting his neck to look her in the face. He barely blinks at seeing Amity with tears streaking down her face, too. “Don’t– don’t say that. You aren’t an idiot for missing the person who– who raised you.”

“I know I’m not,” Amity agrees breezily, tears all but forgotten in the blink of an eye. “And neither are you.” She pokes him in the forehead, and Hunter stops crying out of pure shock. 

“You…” He trails off, pulling back from her even more.

“Now, if you say you’re stupid for missing your Uncle, you’re calling me stupid, too.” Amity flutters her still-wet lashes, as if she’s one of those innocent little angel baby statues that sit on the shelves in the Noceda living room, and not what Camila calls el diablo .

Hunter stares at her, mouth gaping like a fish. She giggles and the sound makes him scowl. He crosses his arms, glaring at her. “I’m– I’m changing my mind; you also suck.”

“Gotcha.” She grins wickedly, taking a second to wipe her face. Her eyeliner had run when she was crying, painting black streaks down her pale cheeks before her hands smeared it all into an even bigger mess. 

He groans and pushes her away, rubbing at his own eyes and nose. “I can’t believe you. You can’t just– trick someone into not calling themselves stupid over something that is objectively stupid!”

“I just did, though.” Amity leans her chin on her hand.

“That’s not how it works!” Hunter argues, throwing his hands up. “I’m not gonna stop doing it just because you– you think you trapped me!”

“What if I blackmail you?” She says it so sweetly, like she’s asking to give him a hug and not attempting to threaten him into being nice to himself. Honestly, Hunter is ninety percent sure she doesn’t actually have anything to blackmail him with, but that ten percent is making him nervous.

“I know for a fact that you don’t have anything on me.” He calls her bluff.

“Do Camila and Mr. Deamonne know when your birthday is?” Amity asks, checking her nails casually.

Hunter reels back, eyes widening. “You wouldn’t. I told you in confidence!”

“Hmmm,” She rolls her eyes up to look at the stars in the fully darkened sky, tapping a single finger to her cheek. “I really wonder what they'd say if they found out.” 

“This is low, Blight.” He shakes his head. “Even for you.”

“All you have to do to guarantee my silence is agree to my terms.” She smiles at him, waiting for what she knows is inevitable.

Hunter plants his face into his hands and groans into them. “FINE!” He bursts, throwing his hands up. “ Fine! I won’t call myself stupid. You happy now?”

“Very.” She nods primly, a smug little smirk on her face. “Though, I would be happier if you went back inside, hugged Camila, and had some cake.”

“You’re so bossy.” He rolls his eyes, using the wall as leverage to lift himself up. His legs take a second to solidify under him, but he manages.

“Hunter, you’re the only one who lets me boss them around like this.” She tells him bluntly as she holds out her arm in a wordless command. He sighs and pulls her to her feet in a single smooth motion. “I have to capitalize on that. Where else am I gonna get the same rush of power and superiority now that I’m not a total bitch?”

“You’re just taking advantage of my brainwashing from being a child soldier.” Hunter sniffs. 

“You can’t keep pulling the child soldier card.” Amity argues. “It’s so unfair!”

He doesn’t actually care that he was a child soldier or whatever– it was quite honestly the least of his worries. He’s just echoing the words that Darius or Raine or Eda have said to him after witnessing one of his more unnerving habits. Like the compulsive kneeling.

“Whatever. I know when I’m not wanted.” Hunter raises his nose at her as he says it, brushing past towards the door leading into the kitchen. “And, for the record, you still are a total–”

He yelps in a very dignified manner as something trips him and he falls face first towards the ground. Before he can hit the ground in a way that definitely could have broken his nose, he’s caught in a levitation spell.

“You wanna finish that sentence?” Amity asks from behind him.

“...no.” Hunter grunts, struggling in the grip of the magic.

“I thought so.” She says happily, helping him to his feet.

“That’s cheating.” He huffs, brushing himself off. “I can’t do magic like that.”

Amity breezes right past him and to the door. “And I can’t use my childhood trauma as a trump card to win every argument. We all have our strengths.”

He grumbles under his breath but follows her. Before she opens the door to rejoin the party, she pauses, as if realizing something.

“Did my makeup get smeared?” Amity asks, looking up at him.

Hunter blinks. “No. Not at all.”

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The Road Not Taken - Part 4

Shibi x  female reader with a name - arranged marriage

Summary: Airi Nara seems a hopeless case, until her grandmother sets her up for an arranged marriage. But was marrying Shibi Aburame the right choice after all?

Character Sheet - Masterlist

Not gonna lie, this chapter was so hard to write and I wrote it two times completely. It's going to be better from now on, I promise (I hope)

It had been another quiet evening, the two of you going to bed without mentioning the discussion that was still very much on the table.

After not being able to fall asleep you wake up later than usual, your mind still a mess as you arrived downstairs.

Shino is drawing in the living room and you bend down to ruffle his hair softly. 

“Good morning.” You greet him and he nods, too focused on his drawing to look up. 

You follow the noise into the kitchen where Shibi is cleaning the dishes, the table still set for you with your usual breakfast.

“Good morning.” You greet him softly, suddenly unsure if your kisses are even wanted. Maybe it is a bit much to kiss his cheek every morning, night, and whenever he leaves the house. 

“I have to leave around six for the night shift.” You remind him and take a seat. “Will you be home by then?”

“I’m not sure. Why? There’s talk about a new mission.”

“I’ll talk to Chiasa then.”

He falls quiet behind you, something you’re already growing used to. 

Shibi is not much of a talker and neither is Shino.

After living with Yori for the last few years where every quiet minute had been cherished it feels almost unnatural at times for it to be this quiet.

Sometimes you wonder if they communicated through the bugs but it felt rude to just ask outright. It’s their Kekkai Genkai after all and if they want you to know, they’d let you know. Or maybe that’s just your inner coward talking.

“Chiasa said she’ll be here at half past five if that’s okay with you.” Shibi interrupts your thoughts and steps closer to the table to offer you more tea. 

“I-” You hesitate. “How did you-” You swallow thickly, wringing your hands underneath the table. “When do you have to leave?”

“In a few minutes.” He pours you the tea, looking down at you over the collar of his coat.

“I have thought about your arguments,” He tells you quietly. “I’d like to talk about it.”

“You’re not home for lunch today, right?” 

He shakes his head.

“Tomorrow?” You ask, chewing your lip in thought. “I usually try to sleep until lunch if I can after a night shift, but I can get up earlier if you’re free in the morning.”

“I’ll make sure to be home for lunch tomorrow. I’m sure Chiasa will be able to take care of Shino tomorrow morning as well.”

To your surprise, he leans forward after you nod, his lips brushing your cheek this time.

It’s the first time he initiates it instead of just letting it happen to him.

His lips are softer than you would have thought, his beard tickling your cheek as he moves away.

“Have a good day.” He tells you quietly, “I’ll say goodbye to Shino now.”

You look after him for a second, watch his tall body move towards the living room, until your mind and body reconnect and you press your hand against the cheek he kissed, the skin hot underneath your touch.

Maybe it’s because he’s so quiet and reserved that a gesture like that feels that much more important, or you’re just growing delusional from touch starvation.

Your free days have spoiled you. 

You dread going to work again, especially considering that it will make you miss the best parts of the day, Shino going to bed and Shino waking up.

Right now he’s in a different world as he copies a sketch from his beloved book and you use the time to do the laundry and water the many plants around the house.

When that is done, an interruption can no longer be avoided.

“Hey, Shino.”

You sit down on the floor next to him.

He stays quiet but stops drawing, your sign to keep talking.

“I have told you of my cousin, right? Shikaku is the head of the Nara Clan and he has a son that’s as old as you. I have to go over to the Nara compound today and pick up some antlers to grind down from my grandmother and I thought we could go together and visit my cousin and the deer. What do you think?”

He starts drawing again but now, bugs crawl from his sleeves and his collar.

“I guess that means you’d rather keep drawing, right?” You guess and the Kikaichu stop increasing in numbers.

“Well,” you hum a little as you ponder the right choice of words, “Okay, it’s like this. I have to go over there and I can’t let you stay back alone. But I’ll give you a choice. We can ask Toshiko if she can come over until I’m back or I’ll make us some lunch to take with us and we’ll leave after you’ve finished this sketch. What do you want to do?”

It’s quiet for a while as you wait for a response. When he starts drawing again you bite back a sigh.

“Shino, honey, you have to use words with me, okay?”

He huffs. “I’ll finish the drawing. I don’t want Toshiko.”

“Thanks. I really want Shikamaru to meet you. I hope you’ll like him.”

You get up to make the promised lunch when his voice stops you.

“What is Shikamaru like?”

You look up at the ceiling as you ponder the question.

“He’s pretty lazy but very smart. He likes to nap all the time and he looks like his dad so it’s like seeing my cousin be a child again. But he’s a quiet kid and he likes to read too so I think you’ll get along.”

Shino finishes the drawing faster than you finish lunch and now he’s always one step behind you, watching closely as you prepare Onigiri and cut apple slices into bunnies.

At some point his left hand fists itself into the fabric of your skirt and you let him. 

You’ll take every bit that he gives willingly. 

-

“If you get tired, you can tell me. I can carry you.” You tell Shino and he crosses his arms in defiance. “Not that you’d get tired easily,” you soften your words, “But if it should happen, you know that you can ask me.” 

You offer him your hand and he glares at it, making you laugh.

“The streets are pretty busy and I don’t want us to get separated. You can hold onto my skirt if that’s better.”

Almost instantly you can feel the tug on your skirt where his hand has grabbed the fabric and you smile. 

“Let’s go then.”

It’s not a long walk but Shino manages to stretch it further by stopping at almost every tree to look for insects that he knows or doesn’t know yet.

You’d rush him if it wasn’t so endearing.

Besides, you’re not in a rush to see Yori, knowing full well the effect she usually has on your mood.

-

Your hand is on Shino’s shoulder and you absentmindedly wonder if it’s to reassure yourself or him.

Yori opens the door, takes one look at Shino, and pulls a face. You should have left him home for this. 

“Shouldn’t he be with his father?” She asks, her voice a bit shrill.

“I am showing him the Clan I come from.” You force your voice to remain calm and level. “And I don’t have much time today, I’m afraid. If you’ll hand me the antlers, I’ll be back in two days.”

She huffs in annoyance but retreats back into the house. When she comes out, she hands you not only a bag of antlers but a second bag as well.

At first glance, it looks filled with fabric but before you can ask, Yori’s already talking over you. 

“Ayame asked for those to be mended. Have them back in two days as well.”

You grind your teeth to keep calm.

“I’m working the night shift this week, that’s nowhere enough time.”

“Well, it’s not my problem if you can’t manage your time well.” Yori’s voice has that awful sweetness that makes you feel ungrateful even when you’re in the right.

Maybe you’d given in, well, who are you kidding, you’d given in for sure if not for the sudden movement to your right. 

Kikaichu crawl from Shino’s sleeves, a mass that looks like black, constantly moving clumps. Some of them make the distance to you and the feeling of thousands of tiny legs on your skin is unsettling.

You don’t have time to worry about that, though, when you realize that he’s focusing on Yori. She’s noticed the Kikaichu too, her mouth going slack as she watches the bugs start to take flight.

“Ayama can come to me herself if she wants things altered,” you press out in a rush, dropping the bag with fabric and grabbing Shino’s hand instead, pulling him back and away from Yori’s front door.

“We’ve got to go.” Shino stumbles, threatening to fall back. You force yourself to ignore the bugs now covering almost your whole body, and grab the boy under the arms, lifting him up as you move even faster.

Somewhere behind you, the front door slams shut. You don’t look back, only stop when you reach the street.

Shino’s slack in your arms as you put him down and face him, crouching low enough to be on his height.

“What was that?” You ask. “You can’t attack people.”

“I am allowed to defend myself. Why? Father has allowed that.” 

You heave a sigh and rub your temple.

“Yori wasn’t going to attack you, Shino. She’s not very nice, I know, but she’s an elder and we have to respect her. That doesn’t mean we always have to do what she says but we still have to be respectful. Can you promise me not to unleash your bugs on her?”

“What if she attacks me?”

You hesitate for a moment, weighing your options. 

His safety is your top-priority. His understanding of attacks is still a little vague, however.

But your encounter today will most likely keep Yori far away from Shino.

“You can use your bugs to defend yourself but you should try and do it in a way that doesn’t hurt anyone.”

He doesn’t speak but the Kikaichu crawl back into the confines of his clothes and you suppose that’s the best you can hope for right now.

Two houses down from Yori is a bench that you use to pause and gather your breath.

“I’m sorry Shino.” You sit down next to him and follow his eyes to the trees lining the streets.

“I wasn’t a good mother right now  Right down that corner lives my cousin with his son. What do you think? Should we make a short visit for tea and some cookies or head straight home? They live really close to the deer so if we want to go and pet them we have to walk past them anyway.”

“We can visit.” Shino agrees. “Why? You like cookies.”

You can’t help but laugh at that.

“I seem to be very predictable. But I do love Shikaku and Shikamaru as well. Maybe even more than cookies.”

It’s meant as a joke but Shino turns his head to look at you and something in you snaps into place, making you ruffle his hair and tell him. “Not as much as I love you, though.”

He doesn’t respond, neither verbally nor physically. 

You’re not really surprised. He’s only four after all and a quiet kid.

-

“How’s my favorite little cousin?” You ask Shikamaru who’s sitting on the porch, looking like he’s just woken up.

He eyes you carefully. “I’m your second cousin.” He reminds you and you laugh.

“You’re right. Is your dad home?”

“No. But Mom is inside.” He points at the open door behind him, raising his voice barely to call for her.

Shino is quiet next to you, his grip on your skirt tight.

“Oh, how nice!” Yoshino smiles when she spots you. “You brought Shino. Shikamaru, where are your manners? Get up and say hello.”

“They’re coming up to the house anyway,” He mutters annoyed, “Why do I have to get up?”

You turn away from their bickering and toward Shino who’s staring at them, his pale hand going white from how tight he’s holding the fabric of your skirt.

“Hey, Shino.” You lower yourself carefully, glad that you’re wearing shorts beneath your skirt. You’d be flashing everyone otherwise.

“I know they’re a bit loud.” You tell him, keeping your voice low so that no one else hears you. “But I promise they are really nice and I want them to know you because you’re important to me. How about we try for thirty minutes? That’s as long as we need to drink one cup of tea. We’re leaving right after, I promise, but if it’s too loud, you can tell me, okay?”

He nods softly, his high collar almost swallowing the movement. You put your hand on his.

“Can you hold onto my hand?” You ask, aware that Yoshino has finally gotten her son of the porch, the two walking toward you. “That way you can tell me when everything is too much. You just press my hand twice.”

He hesitates for a moment before letting go of your skirt, his fingers curling into yours.

“Thanks.” You brush your other hand over his hair again and get up to face your friends.

“Shikamaru, Yoshino. This is Shino. He’s my son.”

Shikamaru has the decency to lift his lips into a lazy smile.

“Hi Shino. Do you play Shogi?”

Shino does not let go of your hand the entire time you’re at Yoshino’s house. Not one word comes past his lips but he listens carefully as Shikamaru explains the rules of Shogi and moves his pieces around quietly with his left hand, his right hand securely in yours.

It’s a bit weird watching two four-year-olds play Shogi, especially considering that you’ve never really figured out how to actually play that game and win. 

Shino’s a quick learner and you can tell that Shikamaru enjoys the challenge up until the end. It’s no surprise to you that Shikamaru wins.

As Shino realizes his loss, however, a fresh wave of Kikaichu starts crawling up your arm, the movement drawing the attention of Shikamaru and Yoshino.

The feeling is unsettling, but you manage to keep calm.

“You’re right, Shino. It is time for us to leave. I did say thirty minutes.” 

As if following your command instead of his, the Kikaichu move back toward their owner, leaving only a few crawling around your wrist. You let out a breath, glad you were able to divert the danger this fast

Yoshino hugs you carefully goodbye, whispering a “You’re very good with him,” into your ear. Your answer is a shy smile.

It’s one thing adoring your little cousin. It’s another thing being thrown into the role of a mother. You can only hope you’re doing this right.

-

There’s a fawn that has taken a liking to Shino, nudging his shoulder with its nose.

“It’s a boy.” You tell Shino as you pet the fawn, rubbing it’s shoulders softly. “He was born in May. He likes you.”

He looks up at you as if asking a question, no words coming out.

“The deer know that you’re not a Nara. Normally they are very careful and shy around strangers but this one came directly to you. That means he has accepted you as part of my family and decided that he likes you. If you want, we can bring some food next time and you can feed him.”

Shino neither accepts nor refuses the offer, but he pulls a face, clearly stifling a yawn.

“I think it’s time we make it back home, don’t you think? I could use a nap.”

He nods, taking the hand you’re offering him when a sudden sound surprises the two of you.

“Did you hear that?” You ask. Shino nods slowly.

You wait a second and there it is again, a soft mewling noise.

“Where do you think it’s coming from?”

Shino points at a shrub near you, following you closely as you move toward it. 

You can feel the Kikaichu swarming your arm again and turn back to smile at him.

“Don’t worry. It sounds like a cat. There’s nothing dangerous about that.”

Your assumptions are right. The kitten seems to be a few months old and is completely black save for its white stomach.

It blinks up at the two of you, mewling softly.

You crouch down to pick it up and it melts into your touch instantly, purring up a storm.

“I don’t know anyone around here who has a cat,” You wonder aloud, “Maybe Yagushi but that’s on the other side of the compound.”

Looking down at the kitten there are only two possible options. Taking it with you or leaving it here. 

It’s too small to survive alone, even in the calm Nara forest, but can you really bring back a kitten when there’s still so much unclear and left to discuss?

Shino yawns again and you make your decision.

-

You’re growing accustomed to the feeling of Kikaichu crawling over you. 

Shino’s on the floor next to the Couch you’ve just napped on. 

The kitten, currently nameless, is investigating the various plants in the living room, sniffing every corner only to come back crying the moment it encounters a stray Kikaichu.

“Do you want to name it?” You ask and Shino looks up at you.

“Name it?” 

“It’s custom to name your pets. It makes it easier to bond.”

He looks back to the kitten that’s running around the table now, trying to catch a Kikaichu.

“Okita.” His voice is low but you’ve heard him.

“That’s a nice name.” You reach out your hand to push it through his hair. 

“How was your nap?”

“It was sufficient.” 

You smile. 

“You know a lot of big words. Do you want to make some pills with me or play with Okita?”

He’s quiet and you lean your head to the side as you watch him, trying to unravel his thoughts.

“Do you want to do something else?” You ask softly and he nods slowly.

“I want to draw the Pear Psylla.”

“Ah.” You nod. “From the trees today. Good idea. Do you want to sit at the table with me or stay on the floor?”

“I will sit at the table. Why? Okita will not distract me there.”

He sits close to you, close enough that he almost ends up as your distraction instead, Kikaichu constantly moving up your arms and legs.

-

Chiasa is as quiet as a mouse, nearly scaring you to death when she suddenly appears at the door to the kitchen.

“A kitten?” She asks and you heave a sigh as you close your Bento Box.

“We found it with the deer and I couldn’t leave it behind. If Shibi is against keeping it I’ll ask around. Someone at the Nara compound must know which cat has given birth recently.”

“Did you have a pet growing up?” Chiasa asks, seemingly out of nowhere, as she sets up tea water.

The way she moves around the house as if she’s the one living here has not stopped being unsettling.

“We’ve always had the deer. My father used to bring in the fawns if they were too small and we’d bottle feed them and let them sleep in the living room.”

“When will you be back?”

“Somewhere between fix and six in the morning, it depends if we can get out early.”

She nods and turns back towards the tea, leaving you to slip out of the kitchen awkwardly to say goodbye to Shino.

Where Toshiko has welcomed you to the Clan with open arms, Chiasa is a closed book to you.

She’s the first person you’re supposed to ask if you need someone to look after Shino and she’s comfortable enough in Shibi’s home that you suspect she might be his mother. But neither of them has ever confirmed it to your face.

-

You’re already tired when you arrive at the hospital.

That’s never a good start for the night shift.

You haven’t done all that much today, but the day still feels like a riddle of worries and tasks, like you’ve run yourself down.

“Hey, I heard you got married.” A voice calls out to you. 

You pull the hospital scrubs over your head and turn to look.

Masumi, one of your coworkers, is standing at the door. 

“I did.” You tell her calmly. The two of you are not close by any means.

“That’s surprising. I didn’t know you were dating anyone.”

Someone snorts from behind you, a locker closes to show another face. 

“Didn’t you hear?” Ryo asks, her voice too bright for the words it carries. “It’s an arranged marriage. The Aburame only do that kind of thing.”

“Oh well,” Masumi laughs, “I guess if you can’t find love any other way, why not try it that way?”

You slip past them right when Kazue turns the corner, clipboard in hand.

“We’ve got a late one in room five. Four years old, fell on the playground or something like that.”

“I can take it,” You offer but Masumi interrupts you with a snort.

“You?” She asks. “The kid is going to start screaming the moment it sees your eye. You know you’re supposed to stick to the older ones.”

Kazue turns a blind eye toward the comment, or rather, a deaf ear. She hands Masumi the clipboard and looks at the next one, ready to assign you a different job, when Masumi speaks up again.

“Nevermind, it’s Naruto. You can have him.”

The Clipboard is thrust into your hands and you take it, not willing to stick around any longer.

Naruto is sitting on the examination bed, dangling his feet, while chomping down on a lollipop. His bright yellow hair and sunny smile are a trademark of his but his arms and legs are covered in scrapes and bruises.

There’s a teenage boy sitting next to him who turns his head when you walk in.

“Iruka, Hi.” you greet him easily, eyeing the scar over his nose for a second. It’s been about six months but it could have healed better.

“Naruto, hi.” You offer him your fist to bump. “I heard you fell?”

Naruto, bless his little soul, doesn’t stare at your eye. He doesn’t cry either, just tries to talk around the lollipop in his mouth.

“Ah.” You put your fingers against your lips. “Not talking with your mouth full. Can you take the Lolli out first and tell me?”

He pulls the sweet out of his mouth with a wet pop, before he tells you the whole story in all its detail. He’s an animated talker and more than once you narrowly avoid getting hit by the Lolli in his hand.

Iruka, however, seems dead on his feet. 

“Well, let’s clean you up, right? Do you want to help? I can show you how to clean up scrapes, it’s really easy. You’d be the youngest doctor in Konoha.”

“I’m going to be Hokage one day.” Naruto exclaims.

“Really? That’s awesome. But it won’t hurt to know how to treat wounds as a Hokage, don’t you think?”

You lift him off the examination bed and towards the little chair in the corner, nodding your head in the direction of the now empty bed.

“Take ten minutes, Iruka. I won’t tell anyone.”

“I- what? I shouldn’t-”

“Ah, naps are important, don’t you think Naruto?”

“I don’t like naps.” The boy tells you earnestly. “I want to play all the time.”

“I’m sure you do but it’s really important to take a nap if you want to grow tall. How about we let Iruka take a quick nap so that he can grow even taller? We can go look for more sweets too.”

As usual, you wish you could do more for the two of them when they leave. 

But, as you hand Iruka your Bento Box when no one’s looking, you realize that maybe, you can do a bit more, now that you’re married.

“Hey,” you touch his elbow to halt him in his movements, “I live at the Aburame compound now. I know money’s tight at the end of the month, so come by whenever, okay? Shino’s the same age as Naruto, they might get along.”

Iruka looks surprised but relieved.

He’s only seventeen and already caring for a kid that’s not his own. 

Sure, everyone likes to say that there’s the orphanage and Naruto has nothing to worry about but Iruka wouldn’t pick him up from there and spend time with him almost daily if life at the orphanage was really that peachy.

“Aburame, room 7.” Kazue calls from somewhere behind you and you stiffen, your new last name still unfamiliar.

“See you around.” You press Iruka’s elbow and bend down quickly to ruffle Naruto’s hair. “And you too, future Hokage.”

[the-himawari]

A3! Sakisaka Muku - Translation [SR] Festival of Blooming (1/2)

*Please read disclaimer on blog

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Kazunari: Mukkun, we’re gonna swap the clothes we usual wear, right?

Muku: Yes. What about it?

Kazunari: I assume the size’ll probably be fine. But just in case, why don’t you try on some of my clothes right now?

Muku: Sure, I’ll try them if that’s okay with you.

Kazunari: ‘Kay, cool beans! Mm, here’s the top and here’s the bottom! Plus my hat and accessories… Alright, put them all on!

Muku: Thanks! I’ll go change.

Kazunari: Sure!

Muku: It’s really exciting that I get to wear Kazu-kun’s simple but fasionable outfit. First, the pants… hm? …Huh!? W-what do I do, Kazu-kun! It doesn’t look like your pants fit me…!

Kazunari: Seriously!?

Muku: Yeah. I can’t pull them up past my knees no matter how many times I try. Even though I’m shorter than you, I suppose I have thicker legs… Ah, or maybe I gained weight!? I’ve been careful to run off all the sweets I eat though…!

Kazunari: Calm down! You used to do track and field, so I’m sure you just have more muscles on your legs than me! Right? You’re going on morning runs with Tax, aren’tcha?

Muku: Ah, I see. Muscles… that might be it. But what should I do? I can’t wear your pants like this.

Kazunari: Hmmm… ah, I know! Hey, Mukkun. Can you leave this matter to me? I got a great idea!

Muku: Really? Alright, I’ll wait for you then!

-pause-

Muku: (I left the pants issue to Kazu-kun, so that’s taken care of…) I have to think about the main part, my skit. How should I act as Kazu-kun?

Kazunari: …

Muku: (Ah, speak of the devil. It looks like he’s drawing something…)

Kazunari: Oh, Mukkun.

Muku: I’m sorry. Did I interrupt you?

Kazunari: Not at all! I’m just sketching the view from here as a breather.

Muku: Oh, really? Can I watch you as you draw for a bit?

Kazunari: Knock yourself out!

Muku: Thanks!

Kazunari: …

Muku: (Kazu-kun is drawing with a serious look on his face. Yet he looks like he’s really enjoying himself.) (It might be nice to play Kazu-kun when he’s drawing…)

Kazunari: Ah! By the way, Mukkun!

Muku: What’s the matter?

Kazunari: I secretly took a pic of Frooch-san the other day and I got a super sweet shot. ‘Cept he got mad when I showed him~ and he told me, “don’t take pictures without permission. Erase it!”

Muku: Ehh, that happened? Did you delete the picture already? If it was that nice, I would’ve loved to see it too.

Kazunari: I thought you’d say that… So I just pretended to erase it, but I actually still have it! I’ll let you feast your eyes. Lookie here!

Muku: Wow, it’s amazing! This doesn’t look like the usual Sakyo-san!

Kazunari: I know, right!? I knew you’d get what I mean~!

Muku: This is such a lovely photo though. I wonder why Sakyo-san was upset ?

Kazunari: Mm… I doubt he was actually mad. I bet he was hiding his embarrassment!

Muku: He was hiding his embarrassment by putting up an angry front?

Kazunari: Exactly! Taicchan was with me and he thought Frooch-san was pissed for real though!

Muku: I’m the same way, but Taichi-kun’s the type to just accept it as it is when Sakyo-san is angry.

Kazunari: But, y’know, there’s something cute about Frooch-san getting embarrassed over a photo that came out better than usual.

Muku: I think only you and Azu nee-san can call Sakyo-san cute…

Kazunari: Ehh, you think? Anyways, after that Taicchan…

Muku: (I like Kazu-kun when he’s having fun chatting with others like this.) (But I also love the side of him when he contemplates and works seriously on his flyer designs by himself…) Hah. This won’t do. I like too many things about him…!

Kazunari: Woah! What’s up all of a sudden, Mukkun?

Muku: Ah! No, it’s nothing! Don’t mind me!

Kazunari: ?

Muku: (Come to think of it, the goal of this project is to deepen our understanding of each other as roommates, right?) (In that case, the Kazu-kun that only I as his roommate knows and can play would be…)

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[creative-time]

A proper fair well

Well… here we are, I’m actually leaving

I just want to be clear, I love dhmis. The original series, and the pilot, will always have a special place in my heart. I’m still a fan, just not so much of a fan that I would spend like 75% of my life dedicated to a tumblr blog about it anymore.

Maybe it’s just burnout, or the fact that I was so disappointed in the tv series that it finally broke me, or the fact that I started this blog when I was 14 at the beginning of 2016.

I started running this blog when I was 14, and I’m 21 now. For nearly 7 years now. We had some good laughs, I met some people that would change my life, for better or worse. And I could have never imagined that I would gather so many people together like this.

And I really hate to sound ungrateful, but, it still kinda makes me a little sad when people say I’m the dhmis news guy, because this blog was always supposed to be more than that. It was supposed to be ALL of the dhmis fandom. All the art, all the memes, all the conversations. This blog was about you guys! The people who made this fandom even possible! The people who built it from nothing, for everyone now to enjoy. I loved sharing news, but I loved sharing your, and my, creations even more…

I guess being considered the “dhmis news guy” just kinda made me think that I was easily replaceable in the fandom, like… if one day I stopped, someone else would just fill the hole that I was in super easily and no one would really notice I was gone.

I think a lot of people forget that… I’m a person… Creative-Time IS a person… I was a person this whole time… making sure this blog didn’t turn to dust and constantly being ridiculed, mocked, or straight up harassed and sent death threats to the point were I would sometimes cry myself to sleep. But I realized that all that just wasn’t worth the energy, this wasn’t worth the energy.

There’s probably so much more I could say here… I just wouldn’t know where to start. And maybe I’m saying all this super wrong and someone is gonna look through it with a fine-tooth comb and tell everyone that I hate them and tell everyone I’m a horrible person, which perhaps I deserve.

I would like to thank all the people that have actually tried to get to know me, I’m sure you know who you are. You all made running this blog a little bit more happier for me, and I hope you all are happy too, even if we never cross paths again.

I think the only thing that could ever get me back into the fandom and this blog is if there is more dhmis that is actually good, or the pilot get released in HD in some shape or form. Other than that, I think I’m done here…

I won’t be deleting this blog, but I would request no new followers or dms unless it’s the pilot in full hd.

If anyone really wants to ask any follow up questions, please send them to the ask box on my main @cosmicxd but I would like to remind you all, I’m an adult, my friends and mutuals are adults, so if your under the age of 18 I would suggest not following my main because me and my friends are… UNHINGED and we have a whopping ZERO filters. I really don’t want to block any of you but if I know you are a minor and you follow my main anyway, I will not hesitate to block you, so just don’t. thanks I’m advance.

Now, a few things that I should wrap up in a bow.

Here’s what might be the final piece of artwork I do for TeVi and Purple Girl, I will try to make a series to put them in in the future but I want to work on another original series right now so it might not be for a while. So there are not really consider dhmis ocs anymore I guess. Just puppet ocs now

Also, a final update for Mini Mean Steve: Finally found some model magic and Mod Podge glad to say he is finally complete! He will be my most treasured possessions

Thank you for reading all the way through this, and for one final thing

Here a sketch of me kissing icehell Tony and Paige. (Because if im going out, I’m going out with a hell-freezing, earth-shattering BANG!!!)

Thank you all once again, and I’ll see you on the flip side!

-Creative Time

[not-alien-girl-v]

Hi!!! I was wondering if I could request a pre-death Kyle Spencer x Gn!reader?

Something along the lines of the reader being forced to go to a party with their friends and being obviously uncomfortable so Kyle comes over to talk to them and hopefully make them more comfortable but they keep blowing him off (in like an anxious way) and he just keeps persisting until they finally get comfortable enough to talk to him. Then something happens between reader’s friends and the rest of Kyle’s frat boys (like an argument or something) which makes reader kinda shut down so Kyle brings them outside and helps them and eventually asks them for their number or something?

I’m sorry that was so all over the place, my brain can’t have a single thought at a single point of time LMAO. Thank you in advanced for even just reading this and a bigger thank you if you decide to try it! <3

warning: language uhh party stuff like drinking or whatever. i don’t know. does anyone actually read these

note: hehe i took my sweet time writing this hehehe. also this sucks

“i didn’t say it wouldn’t be fun, i just said i didn’t want to go,” y/n snaps from the backseat. hazy yellow lights from december-like decorated houses whirr past the window their head rests on and the others occupying the car are getting on her last nerve, quite frankly.

some enjoy living a wild life, or at the very least a life of excitement, and that’s perfectly fine. it’s the way y/n’s friends choose to live their own lives, and as adults, y/n respects that. they just don’t understand why their dumbass friends need to rope y/n into it all.

tonight, the culprit is violette, a young woman not notorious for living a party-filled lifestyle, but quite prone to speaking her own mind, which gets her lots of attention, and in that, invited to crazy parties like the one y/n is currently being dragged to, but it can get her into trouble quite often. too often, in y/n’s opinion, but that’s violette’s problem, not their’s.

“do you ever want to go?” violette drags out their annoyance verbally, and if y/n’s arms were longer, they’d reach up front and smack her, but lucky for violette, she was the one driving, and y/n knew better than to cause a car accident. it would prevent them from going to the party though…

shaking the thought from their troubled head like an etch a sketch, y/n finds the words to clap back. “no! how many times do i have to make that clear! i hate parties!”

violette sighs. “then why did you agree to come over when i said we were getting ready?”

“i thought we were just gonna play dress up…” y/n trails off, trying not to cringe at their own words, something they do too often. sometimes it’s better to just shut up and let them have it.

“what are you, 10?” y/n’s mouth opens to speak but violette won’t allow it. “who cares. anyway, we’re here now. you can stay in the car like a freak or you can come socialize like a normal adult. your choice. but you can’t leave because i’m getting shitfaced tonight.”

the door slams behind violette as she skips off to the party and now y/n sighs, feeling like it’s all they ever do these days. y/n hates parties, but they do love violette, and ditching them alone at a party would be a trashy friend move, right?

right! so with that, y/n gets out of the car, feeling renewed in their sense of meaning at this event. they’re not here to mingle, to get drunk, anything stupid like that, they’re just here to watch their friend. that sounds perfect.

kicking rocks across the paved walkway up to the door, y/n approaches the big wooden slab tastelessly left open, like a big neon sign saying ‘come on in!’

something about that calms their nerves just the tiniest bit, knowing that anyone is welcome here, and with that, they open the door, mentally screaming in relief when no heads turn once they enter, no record scratch or loud gasp.

still, they don’t feel at home, but it’s a good start. they hope they can stay undetected like this forever, just a minor background character in everyone’s narrative.

scanning the room, they find an empty lounge chair in a mostly empty room, a few stragglers leaning against a wall, red solo cup in hand but ultimately talking amongst themselves, making it a perfect place for y/n to sit and look at their phone for a good long while.

but alas, it wasn’t meant to be. unbeknownst to y/n, their mousy entrance did not go completely unnoticed. the moment they stepped foot through the door, they caught the eye of a a young blond man, surrounded by his pack of likewise young men, all identical in breed and morals, at least in y/n’s opinion, who crowded around him in conversation so densely he nearly lost sight of the attractive individual making their way to the living room.

it wasn’t until he broke free from his hoard of young men did he catch sight of them once again, sinking into a chair, his favorite chair, as this was his frat house/residence. he soon decided this will be his talking point.

“great chair, huh?” he sneaks up behind them like a creep and watches them jolt in surprise, turning around slowly like a character in a horror movie about to get murdered, and sends him a nod paired with a tight lipped smile.

expecting them to have actually responded, kyle takes a moment to himself to recollect himself, finding another approach quickly enough before it’s too weird how long he’s been standing behind them, staring at the back of their head.

“so, you come here often?” kyle pressures on them to talk, wondering if their voice is as lovely as they look. he knows it’s a stupid question, as he lives here and he’s never seen them before, but he doesn’t care at all.

“no, first time,” their hands wring together behind their phone, picking at their pop socket and kyle perceives this as just a simple gesture of boredom, which is something kyle can easily fix for them.

taking a leap of faith, he perches himself on the arm of the chair. y/n leans ever so slightly into the other arm, away from him so they can keep a closer eye on him to make sure he’s not up to something, which he seems as if he may be.

“cool, really cool. you drinking anything tonight? anything i can getcha?” once he’s in host mode, y/n relaxes just the slightest in the knowledge that they just need to shoot him down and he’ll leave them alone soon.

“no, i’m driving,” they nod their head in an attempt to convince him they were alright and he could leave now, but he didn’t.

“oh, you’re here with somebody? who are you here with?”

again, their hands go to the pop socket on the back of their phone, popping out, popping in, out, in, rapid fire. their gaze steadies into the other room, onto violette, who’s playing beer pong with a few frat guys who’s names y/n never bothered to learn, not that they needed to know them anyways.

kyle follows their line of vision, landing on violette. “you’re here with little miss crazy? how’s a person like you become friends with a girl like her?”

y/n’s not sure what this guy’s deal is but he just will not leave and do anything else. it’s not that he’s annoying, or that he’s unattractive, because that’s actually far from the truth, but y/n didn’t anticipate meeting someone new tonight, they need at least a week to prepare before having brand new interactions with a stranger like this, it’s just what introverts do.

“i don’t know, she’s just my friend,” not once in this entire conversation does y/n fully meet kyle’s eyes with their own and somehow he doesn’t realize it at all, but he doesn’t need to when a loud commotion begins in the other room.

“get the fuck out of here, you bitch!” a man, one of kyle’s boys, yells at someone who y/n can only assume to be violette, and their suspicions are confirmed when they hear violette screaming back.

“why? because you don’t want your besties to know how rapey you are?” violette’s voice echoes through the entire house and everyone’s attention is unintentionally drawn to the fight slowly accumulating.

“is this not concerning to you?” y/n finally shows genuine interest in speaking to kyle, it’s a shame that it’s paired with a look of worry written on their face. their breathing is picking up rapidly and their body starts to shake.

“this whole thing? it happens twice a week. we don’t call her little miss crazy for nothing, always coming in here, stirring up something big, we just let her, it’s good entertainment,” kyle shamelessly smiles at his own words as he stares at the theatrical argument unfolding, but when he turns back to look at the person who’s name he never caught, they’re gone. one quick slam of the front door informs him where they went.

he bounds through the door, head whipping back and forth until he spots them on the pavement, leaned up against the back of a car, head in their hands. confused, he approaches with care.

“hey, you alright? what happened in there?”

their breathing is still labored and quick, like they’re hyperventilating and kyle doesn’t really know what to do other than take a slow seat beside them, back leaned against the car he hopes is theirs and not some random person’s.

still, he’s not sure on what to do, but he wraps a careful arm around their shoulders, weary not to seem too creepy by this action, and he gently rubs his hand up and down their shoulder.

it takes a few minutes of deafening silence for y/n to calm down and fully recover, but once they do, kyle has no idea what to say, so they realize they will have to break the silence.

“i’m sorry, i just really can’t handle fights like that,” y/n doesn’t move from next to him, in fact, they stay frozen in place in hopes kyle doesn’t want to move, either.

“it’s okay, they aren’t for everyone.”

when neither of them know what to say after, kyle changes the subject. “i’m kyle by the way.”

the moon is out tonight, it’s shining brighter than usual, and y/n can’t remember if it’s a waning or waxing gibbous, or what gibbous even means, but it sure is beautiful.

“so, now’s the part where you tell me your name.”

“oh, right. it’s y/n,” they grin. kyle smiles back.

“it’s nice to meet you, y/n, is this okay?” y/n’s eyes narrow in confusion until they realize he’s referring to his arm, still layed upon their shoulders.

“yeah, it’s fine,” they try their hardest not to stutter their words and sound stupid but it comes out that way, anyway. who cares?

“well, you really need to learn to let loose if you’re gonna be going to parties and all that. maybe i could help you out a little.” kyle stands up, pivoting back to face them and outstretching his hands for them to grab. he hoists them off the concrete.

“oh really?” they sound condescending but they mean it genuinely, what could he have to offer?

“really. one condition though,” one pointed look to them and they can’t help but laugh a little just at his ridiculous aura.

“what’s that?”

“that you give me your number.”

[cotgar2]

Hi hi!! I’m getting into drawing humans and I would love to see your process for your lined and coloured digital pieces! I would also love some advice for drawing in any nature if you can~

No problem at all!! Sorry this took a minute to get to, but I wanted to get a good drawing to show a step by step process for lol. And since I’m extremely aware of the fact that my handwriting’s crap lol, under the cut is a transcription!

NOTE: I’M NOT AN EXPERT. THERE ARE TOTALLY BETTER EXPLANATIONS OUT THERE LOL

Roughs, imo, help just understand wtf you’re doing lol. They don’t have to be neat in any sense, and they just serve the purpose of you understanding how you’re gonna go about whatever

I am literally insane and do lines in one layer 99% of the time. And usually my “lines” are what most artists consider their sketch. I’m just an impatient artist fhfhdbfb

In my experience, changing the lines after helps find spots that were missed when coloring much easier! Whether that’s with the fill bucket or by hand, it’s super annoying when it misses stuff. Happens to the best of us

If I could marry a stage of art, it’s these two. I feel like I black out and wake up when I do them, but they’re so fun. I apologize for the last one not really having advice, but it seriously is up to the artist on what to do here! I add gradients with different layer types to make colors pop, but the colors can change depending on where they are or even what character it is. There’s no set-in-stone advice there, at least in my experience, and that can go for both stages 4 and 5.

AND I GOT A HUGE TIP FOR DRAWING HUMANS: REFERENCES!!! USE THEM!!!! I am a big fucking idiot for not using them more, since a kid I’ve been resistent and IDK WHY, IM A BIG STUPID IDIOT, USE REFERENCES PLEASE. It helps so much and makes your art make sense. By that, I mean that the gestures are so much clearer and everything. Your best reference? YOU!! Take a photo of yourself doing a stupid-ass pose! I did that for my recent animation, where this exact frame was taken from me, posing in front of my camera!

(His fuckin pancakes :,( fhshhd im sorry)

Do not be scared to use references, please. I beg of you, I beg of ANYONE reading this. USE REFERENCES. TAKE STUPID CRINGE PHOTOS OF YOURSELF FOR YOUR ART.

Hope that helped!! And again I am not a professional and none of this is saying to copy me exactly. It’s purposefully leaving out some of my process so you can explore your own approach at drawing humans! I wish you luck, anon!! :Dcc

Transcript:

1) “Rough”. Note: A sketch doesn’t have to be this defined!! Gets shape and definition; understanding where limbs / hair / clothes go, consistent dynamics. General understanding of what to do, basically. Pointing at dog face: Wasn’t in final, and that’s okay! (Extra image: I wouldn’t worry about this, but this just shows how the dynamics try to flow. Basically just up lol)

1) “Rough”. Note: A sketch doesn’t have to be this defined!! Gets shape and definition; understanding where limbs / hair / clothes go, consistent dynamics. General understanding of what to do, basically. Pointing at dog face: Wasn’t in final, and that’s okay! (Extra image: I wouldn’t worry about this, but this just shows how the dynamics try to flow. Basically just up lol)

1) “Rough”. Note: A sketch doesn’t have to be this defined!! Gets shape and definition; understanding where limbs / hair / clothes go, consistent dynamics. General understanding of what to do, basically. Pointing at dog face: Wasn’t in final, and that’s okay! (Extra image: I wouldn’t worry about this, but this just shows how the dynamics try to flow. Basically just up lol)

2) Lines/Cleanup. Multiple stages can happen!!! Defines shapes… And that all I kinda do loll. Lineart differs from person to person! I personally try not to use the stabilizer unless I need to, just to give it a hand-drawn look! Though that definitely has its downsides… This part takes me the longest…

3) Flats. I usually don’t put too much work into this step. I don’t change lines until after flats! Pointing to dog face: No more mouth! Pointing to bottom image: For stylistic purposes, I put the highlights from JJK (Jujutsu Kaisen) here too

[countlesstimes]

Oml poor Sol :,( what great characters you have tho.

Can I maybe ask how Sol and reader met ? Or maybe a little Introduction, can’t wait to see this character development

Thank you for liking my ocs! I’m not the best writer and I’m so sorry this took forever. Please forgive me😭 I hope you enjoy this nonetheless♥️

People claim a ghost haunts the Wolf Pond Woods. Hikers, joggers and mischievous teens claimed to have heard singing coming from deep inside. They say that melody alone had them fixed in a trance, but the voice made them curious to want to know more. It lured them. Coaxed them to come near, but it never lasted long. The pull felt too weak. They would catch themselves before they traveled too far and ran; to never return. Despite all the rumors that spread around town, I never believed them. Nothing would stop me from capturing the beauty Mother Nature offers in my sketches. Especially on a day like this.

The air was crisp. Perfect for a sunny morning in spring. Sunlight trickled through the heavy canopy of tall trees and glimmered across the grassy floor. I have never been this content. Just me, the pretty scenery and my journal. I’ve always been motivated to capture the positive aspects of these woods. Rumors, true or not, they won’t affect how I see this place. It will always be my safe haven. However, today felt a little… odd.

My surroundings turned deathly silent. The birds stopped chirping, leaves ceased their rustling in the breeze. No sound of bugs or any life. Just silence. And that’s when I heard it. Or rather them. The voice was utterly enchanting, filled with intense agony. Like a symphony that covers you in a cloud of melancholy. It was unmistakably male, soft and hypnotic. I couldn’t help but want to find this person. I got up, leaving my belongings on the dirt floor. It was like I was on autopilot, too focused on the song, that nothing else mattered.

As I walk closer, a long gate with a sign that reads ‘RESTRICTED AREA’ came into view. Without thinking twice, I climb over the gate. The vegetation had overgrown the path beyond. It could be easy to get lost in the thick foliage, but it seems like the song is leading me exactly we’re I need to be. The path was long, but soon a clearing came into view. A large pond sat in the middle of the dreary space. The air seemed thicker, and a cloud of fog hung over the pond like a blanket of misery. Despite the bleak environment, there was one thing that seemed to shine.

I stop dead in my tracks when my eyes land on him. His skin was sun kissed tan and seemed to have a glittery sheen. A mop of large curls sat on his head, with water droplets falling from them slowly. He had an unnatural beauty, but what caught my eyes was the bright tail that replaced his legs. The scales glittered in the sunlight. Yellow, orange and black scales fade into an ombre from hip to fin. The sparkle they gave was astonishing. I didn’t even notice his singing cease until he jumped back into the water and hissed at me. His bared teeth were all triangular and sharp. Closely resembling shark teeth. Despite my better judgement, I step forward carefully with my hands up in surrender.

“Woah... I’m not gonna hurt you.” I try to reassure him, but he doesn’t look convinced. His sharp golden eyes watch as I move closer to the edge of the pond. “Are you out here by yourself?” The ground felt slightly damp as I took a seat a few feet away from the edge. His eyebrows furrowed with anger and confusion at my actions.

“Salir.” his voice was slightly husky but still seemed to have a melodic ring.

“I’m sorry. I don’t understand.” He doesn’t respond for several seconds.

“Leave. Now.” The words seemed final. He left no time for me to react before diving into the water. I stand there staring at the ripples he left in confusion. Why was he alone in the middle of nowhere? I had to know more. However, I knew I wouldn’t be getting any answers out of him anytime soon.

He was nowhere to be found when I went to visit his pond. I figured he needed time to warm up, but I didn’t expect it to be three weeks. It was disappointing not to see him. Every day I went. He may not have shown himself, but I stilled talked to him for a while and left food by the edge of the pond. When I’d come back the next morning, the container would be empty. It made me happy to know that he eats well even if he didn’t show. That was, until he did.

I sat on the bank. My pencil scratched the textured paper of my journal, but something felt off. I felt like someone was watching me. I look up at the pond and find the Merman’s golden eyes staring at me. “Um hello?” The uncertainty was obvious in my voice. The tension between us was strained as he continued to stare. I rack through my brain to come up with something that will get him to talk to me. Then I notice his eyes keep switching from my face to the book in my lap. He looks at it in disgust. A thought instantly sparks. “Do you want to see? It’s not done though.” I turn my journal to him and hold it out. He swims closer, but there’s still a measurable distance between us. Confusion clouds his face as he looks over the page.

“I thought-” He reached his hand out to touch the journal but quickly catches himself. His expression was blank, like he was reliving a memory. He looks back at me after a few seconds. You drew the lake? Why?”

“I think it’s beautiful.” My answer earns me a snarl. He moved slightly to hide his face.

“I don’t.” I place my book and pencil down. My attention was fully on him. This topic seemed to bother him a lot. I don’t want him to disappear again so I should tread lightly.

“What’s your name?” He looks back at me like he got snapped out of a trance.

“Sol.” The answer was blunt, yet it made me smile. I told him my name in return. There was nothing but an awkward silence after that, and it was painful.

“Do you want to see some other drawings?” I reach for my journal again. Sol looks at me with curiosity, then nods. I sit sideways so I can see as I flip through the pages. With every page, there was a different story to tell. Sol seemed to be entertained throughout my rambling. He hung on my every word and asked questions when I finished talking. The conversation flowed effortlessly, like we were old friends. We talked for hours and before I realized the sun was setting.

“Shit. I should go before the sun sets.” I hear Sol fidget next to me where he sat on the bank with half his tail still in the water. He turned his head away before I could get a glimpse of his face.

“Will you be back?” His voice was monotonous. It was a drastic difference from how we talked a few seconds ago. I place my hand on top of his. Sol flinches slightly but doesn’t move away. He looks down at our hands blankly.

“Of course I’ll come back.” I smile to ease his the thoughts running rampant in his mind. These thoughts seem to come from why he’s here. I want to try anything to bring his light back. My gesture seems to work because he’s smiling right back at me. That’s when I realized Sol really did shine brighter than the sun.

[backwards-readings]

The Door that was Never Supposed to be Opened.

Chapter 4: A Bird in a Cage

{Chapter 1} {Chapter 2} {Chapter 3}

{A/N: This was originally posted on AO3, if you would like to read it there you can find it HERE. I'm going to be straight up with you and tell you that this is pretty much a self-indulgent self-insert fic. I'm not gonna lie. If you don't like that, that's cool, have a good day. But if you're DTF with it, let's get right into the story.}

{Art Credit: this lovely artist

++TW: There are depictions of Suicide. Please, if it is a sensitive topic for you, skip this chapter. I'll add notes on the next chapter a quick summary of what happened without going into detail. I want you to be safe more than I want you to read my writing. If you're struggling with thoughts of harming yourself, please reach out to someone you trust. If you're in the US, you can call 988 to talk with someone, or text HOME to 741741. There's help. There's hope. Be safe, please.++

The next few days I am consumed by anger. I scribble more sketches in my book, but the strokes are dark, and in places the lead of my pencil rips the paper. I tear the pieces of the ruined paper out of the book in strips, balling each strip up and throwing it into the unlit fireplace. I sit on the floor for a bit, staring at the torn pieces of paper sitting in the soot. Tears begin to form in my eyes and I pull my knees up to my chest, hugging them. All this just because I wanted to help someone. I pick the journal back up and begin drawing again, this time taking time to carefully sketch out the face of the man in the basement.

My tears stain the page around the drawing as his face takes shape. I stop when I get to the hair and set down the journal, leaving the drawing unfinished. His face already haunts me, the hopeless look follows me when I close my eyes. The hopeless look that I’ll soon have as well. I stay sitting on the floor, numbness creeping across my body. A numbness that starts in my hands starts spreading across my body, taking hold of me. A tightness creeps into my chest and something tells me it’s here to stay for a while.

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The next few days I don’t even bother getting out of bed unless it’s to use the bathroom. What’s the point of putting in an effort to eat and drink water if you’re just going to be stuck in the same room for possibly the rest of your life? Ms Downard comes in a few times and clicks her tongue at the untouched food, taking it away and replacing it with fresh food, but she never says anything to me.

The first two days my stomach grumbles, and on the third day my stomach feels like it’s tying itself in knots, but I don’t care. Better to starve to death than to live out my years in this god-forsaken place. After five days of staying in bed and not eating, Ms Downard finally addresses me.

“Honestly, you think a hunger strike is going to do anything for you? Eat, don’t eat, Master Burgess doesn’t care. It would just be one less thing for him to worry about. One less thing for me to worry about, too. Lord knows I don’t have to bring you fresh food every day. I’m doing this out of the kindness of my heart, not asking for anything in return.” She lectures me but I don’t respond. If this is her idea of kindness then I don’t want it.

“Nothing?” She huffs “Fine. I don’t care. Have fun sulking in bed until you wither away into nothing. I don’t care.” She leaves a tray of food on the table and leaves, the click of the lock a bitter reminder. That night I take a few bites of the bread that she left, but I throw it up as soon as I get it down. I crawl back into bed and cover myself with the blankets, a chill clinging to my bones that I just can't shake.

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I’m so tired but can’t sleep. I try again and again to eat, but only a few bites make me sick to my stomach, no matter what it is. I drink the water left for me but it doesn’t seem to stay my thirst. I run a bath and sink into the water, the sting of the cold water doing nothing to wake me up. I wash up slowly, letting my hands and feet get wrinkly in the water. After my bath I sit wrapped in a towel on the bed, not waiting to put on the dirty clothes I’ve been in since getting imprisoned. I’m clean, but I don’t feel like it. My chest is still tight and my skin crawls with invisible dirt and bugs. I try to eat a bit of bread again and this time it stays down, feeling like lead in my stomach.

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The next morning, there are clean clothes laid out for me on the table next to my tray of food. It’s a servant's uniform just like my old clothes were. They’re ill-fitting, probably left over from one of the girls who left. The sleeves cover my hands, and I trip over the skirt. There’s no apron to put over the plain dress, but I don’t think I would put it on if there was. I have no need for one as a prisoner. I sit down at the table and eat a few bites of cured meat that sits on the tray, the salty flavour causing me to nearly gag. I eat a little of the bread, hoping that it will calm my stomach, and sit on the bed with my journal and draw.

Once again, my drawings turn from inanimate objects to him. No matter what I do, I can’t get him out of my head. I hate him for it. If it wasn’t for him, I wouldn’t even be locked up. But instead of minding my own, I had to try and become his saviour. I scribble him over and over again, his features flooding my mind. As I create him over and over again, anger begins to bubble. He haunted me when I was free, and now that I am captive he is all I can think about.

He may not have actually been a devil, but he tricked me just the same. If he is such a powerful being, why didn’t he warn me this would happen? Why didn’t he tell me? He let me try to help him when he probably knew the outcome. That bastard might have even wanted this, envious of my freedom. I get up and throw my book across the room, sick of drawing. Sick of everything turning back into him. It hits the wall and falls with a loud thunk, but does nothing but make me more angry. I begin to see red and next throw the tray of food that has been given to me, and then push the vanity in the room to its side and let out a yell filled with anger.

I stand there, seething for a moment before my seething hot anger is replaced with ice-cold sorrow. Tears fall from my eyes faster than I can wipe them away and I sink to the floor, unable to stop the convulsions of cries. I curl up on myself, my sabs raking through my body like waves crashing into rocks. I don’t know how long I lay there for, but eventually my ragged breaths even out and I lay on the floor in silence. My eyes wander around the room, taking in the destruction of my fit, and they fall on the broken mirror of the vanity, shards of the silver-backed glass strewn across the floor.

I drag myself towards the broken glass, grabbing a shard that fits perfectly into my hand- as if it was meant to be. My head throbs with every heartbeat as I palm the glass, feeling the sharp edges. They may have taken away my freedom, but I am not helpless. I don’t want to live caged like an animal. I can’t. I won’t. I hold the shard in my hand, shaking as I sit up and press the jagged edge into my wrist, a hiss of pain coming from my lips as it bites into my skin. Tears well in my eyes again as I watch a stream of blood trickle down my arm, landing in my lap. I dig deeper, pain clouding my vision before I remove the shard and move it to my other arm, my hands shaking more and more. I repeat the process, digging into my flesh until I have to bite back a scream. I remove the makeshift blade and drop it in my lap, holding my bloody arms out in front of me. My eyes begin to feel heavy, and I lay down, not caring about the shards of glass on the carpet that dig into my skin.

Despite the pain, a small smile graces my lips as I lay there. My eyes land on the book I had been drawing in it, the pained stare of my drawing subject meeting my eyes. I don’t remember drawing him looking like he was pitying me, but then again, I had drawn him so many times, that I probably just forgot. I close my eyes, ready to let the darkness take me, to embrace death like an old friend, but instead, I hear a voice. Soft and comforting, like a warm breeze on a summer evening.

“Oh, you poor little thing.” The voice says, and I use what little strength I have left to open my eyes. A woman kneels in front of me and gently brushes a bit of my hair from my face. The woman has dark skin, and her beautiful curly hair hangs around her face. Her eyes are soft and kind, like she knows every hardship you’ve ever been through, but wouldn’t dare judge you for them. She smiles at me kindly, and I blink slowly, trying to figure out if my loss of blood is causing me to hallucinate.

“I’m so sorry for what they’ve done to you.” She says, cupping my cheek with one hand as she brings her other hand down to my arm, gripping my wrist. But I don’t feel any pain. Instead, it feels like warm water is being poured over my wrist, and I feel a bit stronger, but nauseous.

“I did this…” I say, my voice cracking as hot tears roll down my face.

“No, dear. You are not at fault for your death. You saw the only possible way out and you took it.” She says, moving her hand to my other wrist. I feel the same feeling of water running down my arm and I gag, rolling a bit more onto my side as I dry heave.

“I know, I know. It’s okay. I’ve got you.” The woman says, gently stroking my back. “You fought a battle that was stacked against you from the start, and you should be proud of how long you held up against it.” She says softly, gently pulling me upright.

“But I’m not ready to take you yet, Patricia Everly.”

[lang-rangler-enjoyer]

TELL ME ABOUT YOUR STONE OCEAN OCS I'M WORKING ON MY OWN OCS AND NEED ✨INSPO✨

(esp Canada Goose he looks so FUNKY)

OK HERE WE GO :0 I don’t have too many

Canada Goose (yeah, that’s his name. legally)

•Somewhere in his late twenties. Six foot two. Chunky boi with fat tiddies. Has a large black back tattoo of the letters “BNL” in block font

•He’s a mid-to-high level ranking gangster in Sports Maxx’s gang who’s serving a reduced sentence (like Maxx, due to mafia destruction of evidence and legal tampering) for trafficking and selling hard drugs.

•He’s a natural stand user wielding Barenaked Ladies (often abbreviated to BNL). BNL is a soft, squishy parasitic stand that enters the body through open wounds and travels up the bloodstream to your brain. Once it’s in your head, BNL attaches itself to your brain and can read and transmit weak electric signals. Basically, this allows Goose to hear all your thoughts and allows him to send you telepathic messages. BNL can’t do any physical damage to its host, but it’s a psychological weapon that also gives Goose a huge boost in combat, kind of like Dragon’s Dream.

•Not too smart, but then again he doesn’t need to be. He’s good at what he does, he’ll leave the thinking up to people like Maxx. He’s a good listener, he loves just hanging out and shootin’ the shit with people, maybe with a drink and a smoke too.

Viktor Rolf (like the fashion house Viktor & Rolf)

•I COULDNT NOT STEAL HIM HES SO PRETTY LOOK 👁️👁️ AT HIMM

•Mid twenties. No significant tattoos, marks, or piercings.

•Dropped out of university (majoring in English) in his second year due to burn out and personal issues. Got a “temporary” job at the prison and promised his family and friends he’d be back at university as soon as he was feeling better. It’s been at least four years and yeah, he’s starting to feel like that’s never gonna happen. Not that he likes his job at GD st., he fucking HATES it here, but he just can’t bring himself to change everything again.

•He’s cold and standoffish with most people. He doesn’t want to get close with any of his coworkers because it feels like settling in, admitting defeat, admitting he’s never going to leave. Not rude per say, just curt and withdrawn.

•Oh yeah, and he’s secretly dating Goose. He appreciates that Goose doesn’t judge or ask questions.

Dege Goose-Rolf and Skinner Goose-Rolf (like the fashion company Dege & Skinner)

Don’t ask how it happened. Goose would probably tell you, just don’t ask.

•I’m away right now and haven’t had the time to draw them more :( so these are just preliminary sketches

•The twins are weird. like those kids who show up at family gatherings and you’re not quite sure who they’re related to but your mom says you have to sit next to them even if they chew crayons and smell funny.

•They’re very close. Goose is trying his best but he is a first time single dad with no idea what he’s doing, so they sometimes have to rely on each other.

•They share the stand Beastie Boys. I haven’t figured out what it does yet 🤔

[quuma]

Q HOW WAS UR ARTIST ALLEY???? OMGG DOD OT HAPPEN YET??? if u ever come to san francisco…. let me know… bro my wallet is screaming for q art prints… ALSO WHAT ARE YOU SELLING??? i love twst merch SO MUCH that would be so cute if u had keychains EEEE would u ever consider (or do u have) an etsy page open??? i am whoring over the idea of your riddle art on a professional print good heavens I MUST INVEST!!! anyways i hope it went well if u had it!!! if u didn’t yet GOOD LUCK ITS GOING TO GO AMAZING. also omg a fellow nctzen??? who is ur bias MINE IS JAEMIN AND JISUNG I LOVE THE DREAMIES SO MUCH

KIMI I JUST GOT BACK FROM IT ABOUT 4 HOURS AGO, AND DESPITE HAVING SOME,, QUESTIONABLE,, PEOPLE COME TO MY TABLE, IT WAS ACTUALLY PRETTY GOOD!! :D

It was so tiring tho I’m ngl 😭😭 I’m gonna need at least 2 weeks before I leave the house again ;^;;

legit spent the entire event trying to juggle with drawing (bro I haven’t done traditional art in so long - idk why tf I thought it’d be a good idea to give myself such a short timeframe [40mins - 1hr] to draw sketch comms), dealing with ppl complaining about my keychain prices (I was literally using the price recommended to me by the staff 😭😭 most con keychains are literally more expensive so idk what they were complaining about), and talking to random 50yr old men that were asking me about digital art (as creepy as that sounds, they were both v v nice - ended up convincing one to buy an iPad for his daughter for Christmas [she better be grateful >:(]),, ;-;;;

I doubt I’ll ever go to San Francisco (America sorta scares me hahaidhbkjjh) [actually maybe I’ll visit just for you pookie 🤭🤭😍😍], but I’ll definitely let you know if I ever open an Etsy store !!! I’ll probably end up doing it once my catalogue is larger & I figure out how to get higher quality prints :))) (so,, sometime next year :D)

I was selling art prints (TWST, Genshin, Nijisanji), keychains (Genshin), and commissions !! :D

My prediction was right tho LOL - only one TWST print sold (my mootie who loves Riddle bought it eheheh) (actually maybe 3 sold if you include the art trade for Leona and my brother buying a Ruggie print) - and as disappointing as it was, it’s a good indicator on what to make more of in future though!! As much as i love making TWST content, I do still want to make art that sells at cons 😔😔,, i.e. I probs have to focus more on vtuber/Genshin/anime art sighhhhhh

The way I’ve written this post makes it sound like the event was entirely miserable omfg i promise it wasn’t !! stressful, yes, but not terrible !! I did enjoy the experience a lot, and will be applying to proper, bigger cons in the future !! :D

IM SO GLAD TO HAVE A FELLOW KEYCHAIN LOVER AS A MOOTIE <3333 I LITERALLY LOVE KEYCHIANS SO MUCH THEYRE ALL I EVER BUY ONLINE <333 I’LL DEFINITELY DESIGN SOME TWST KEYCHAINS IN FUTURE FOR YOU POOKUMS <333 I’ll even pay the stupidly high shipping costs to send them to you snookums <333

ALSO YES I AM A FELLOW NCTZEN!!! MY BIAS IS TAEYONG <33 (can you tell that I like the overworked type ahsbjdahsfgdgb) BUT TBH RENJUN AND DOYOUNG ARE RLLY CLOSE BEHIND HIM SO IDK </3

OH AND HERE ARE SOME PHOTOS OF MY TINY LITTLE STALL !! sorry that they’re so blurry 😭😭 I was nervous so my hands were shaking a lot 🧍🧍

had to partially cover poor Ruggie and Leona’s faces with labels bc I didn’t know if I was allowed to show blood ahahjshkskn