#IDK how to draw nix's hair

[bellewintersroe]

I saw that your ships are open and was wondering if I could request one?

I have short dark brown hair and brown eyes. I am 5'6. I am also ftm.

I am currently learning German and Ukrainian. I play the cello (I would say that I'm pretty decent at it). I want to join the paratroopers soon and maybe get a doctorate degree in the medical field. I like writing books, reading, and drawing. I am very interested in history mainly the 20th century. I also know how to cross-country ski and love the winter.

My MBTI type if I remember correctly is INTJ. I love procrastinating and do well under a lot of pressure. I'm also very stubborn and awkward with talking to people so I don't have many close friends. For some reason, I have a sort of knack for doing things well, even if it's the first time I've tried it and that might be because I listen really closely to stuff to make sure I'm doing everything correctly. I need a straightforward path and a list of things I should do to get something done.

I have depression, anxiety and maybe (I say maybe because it's undiagnosed) maladaptive daydreaming, which basically means I daydream too much that it's a problem. Any small words of affection or reassurance sends me through the roof and makes me happy for the rest of the day (idk why). That's all I can think of for now.

hey! Hope you’re doing good, thank you for your request!! I have read your other message too, I’m going to integrate it into this post!

I ship you with… Lewis Nixon!

Okay first of all, the fact you both have brown hair and brown eyes is so aesthetically pleasing to me? I feel like as a couple your looks would just literally look so good together. Like you just look like a perfect match?!

Lewis brought up travelling the world and attending Yale University means he’s a clearly educated man? So when he meets you it’s literally his perfect match, the fact you’re so talented in so many different areas is almost bizarre to him?!

like you can play instruments, you strive to be a paratrooper, and getting a whole doctorate degree?! Nix would literally be in shock? Of course proud is an underestimate. I feel he’d be a super supportive boyfriend?

let’s say you were stressed out one day because of work or education, I feel like he’s the type to come up and rub your shoulders and offer you a massage, to take you out for dinner, literally spoil you to elevate some of your stress?

The two of you would 1000% read books together? Like one of you would have your head in each others lap, or you'd share the same pillow even if you were in a queen sized bed?? I think Lewis would thrive from just being physically close to you.

take this man skiing. Please. It would 100% go one way or the other, hed fucking ace it or wouldn’t even try it because he knew he’d make a fool of himself. I feel like watching you ski so effortlessly would intimidate him into just sitting in the ski bars drinking whisky and watching you??

Oh he admired you and you’re endless talents.

I feel like being a more quieter and thoughtful person, Lewis would approach you first. In my mind it would be as simple as he found you attractive and struck up a conversation with you?

he’d tell you pretty quickly his feelings for you and omg I really really fancy this man. He’d want to take such good care of you, and I feel like he’d try bring you out of your shell almost?

only if you were comfortable with that of course. Lewis couldn’t stand seeing you hurt or the slightest bit worried by something he’d done.

the fact that you’re so good at almost everything you do?! Lewis is stunned, he’s amazed beyond belief. Not only is he super fucking attracted to you, but his jaw is constantly dropped by your effort in everything you do?

he’d definitely just come up behind you and wrap an arm around your front and pull you close. I think Lewis would be great at reassurance and words of affirmation, he’s a straight talking, honest man.

you have no room for overthinking, and if he needs you to do something for him??? I don’t think he’ll sugarcoat it, the two of you are so alike I feel like he just doesn’t even need to try?

he’s so effortlessly understanding surrounding you and your feelings. If you feel your anxiety and depression flaring up don’t hesitate to speak to him about it.

need anything? Ask him? Worried about something to do with him? Tell him. Lewis couldn’t stand the thought of you in that way.

And if there’s nothing he could physically do to help??? This man would 1000% stay in bed with you all day and tender to your every need. He would be so fucking gentle and warm- dhifoeifhdisoeoirbr

You owning shirts of country’s you hadn’t been to is so funny to Lewis.

however every time you put on a new shirt, Lewis is like “been there, hated it there, that’s not somewhere that should be printed onto a shirt”.

seriously, where hasn’t he been???

the man would love to take you travelling, he’d definitely want to spoil you rotten in each and every country on the globe.

Your similar style with Lewis means you could share your wardrobe.

often you’d lose your aviation sunglasses for hours?! Sometimes days? And then he’d rock up wearing them. I suppose you couldn’t complain because you just know he’d look so good.

And if your transition is when you’re with Lewis, he’s support your every single step. As long as you were happy and comfortable he felt he could give you his utter love and support.

platonically, I match you with… Eugene Roe!

Okay I feel like this friendship would come about further into the war? Let’s pretend you were out there together.

eugene, constantly looking out for everybody would recognise you were a little quiet. The man has been through some tough experiences himself, so he felt he could resonate with you?

there was no awkwardness between you both, I suppose in a way he’d be easy to open up to. He’d 100% provide reassurance and just the small little nice things you’d need to keep you feeling a little more positive each day.

I think the friendship would be so so healthy, neither of you trauma dumped on each other, but you just naturally understood one another?

the fact you both work so well under pressure just screams excellent team work. Eugene maybe recognises your lack of close friendships, and besides his worry of growing close to people, he just knew he wanted to be around to and ensure you were okay?

I suppose in a way the friendship is built on trust and a mutual respect, Gene would feel safe around you, more so than anybody else in the company.

I truly think the two of you would make a wholesome pairing.

[lavendorii]

I join the ace attorney fandom not with a bang but with a weak fizzle

phoenix's commercial is what pushed edgeworth over the edge and made him leave

[fisherrprince]

Did KHUX retcon what Vanitas is? because I thought he was the dark part of Ven but people have been telling me he isn't and I'm a bit confused on what Vanitas is now

hmmm, not necessarily. sorry for answering this ask before three others you know how brainworms work

youre going to get people who have different thoughts about this, and different conclusions drawn, but the important thing to remember is we do not have ANY conclusions that are solid. We are missing information. The… conclusions we think we’re drawing, the people making them are kinda in two categories? The ones who believe Nomura is retconning by nixing information, and the ones who think Nomura is retconning by mixing information together. I’m in the second category! A lot of people take Vanitas’ remind/khux? existence to mean he was never a part of Ven actually, and he’s just the piece of darkness ven absorbed. Therefore, upon reintegration into Ven’s heart, he remembers what he is and sets himself up to be hivemind goo darkness in the future. I would not blame them because that’s what it looks like

I like vanitas a lot though and I like to take as much information as I currently have and try to smash it into a coherent piece without destroying any of it, if possible. Idk if I’m right, but I pretend I am lol

so! My conclusion and the conclusion a lot of people aside from me have drawn first is that Vanitas is a darkness smoothie made out of khux darkness, ven’s darkness, and a piece of ven’s heart he’s made into his own. The khux Darkness that got absorbed was completely integrated into Ven, mingling with his own regular darkness but retaining that deep memory of being part of an ancient whole. Once Ven’s heart got broken, all of that darkness was bonded to the piece of his heart that broke off, creating A Person! A person who still feels like Ventus, but… definitely isn’t, and doesn’t have enough of a heart to stop this primordial piece of him from spawning monsters in reaction to the emotions it’s not supposed to have. this kind of sets him up to make a choice in the future, wether or not he’ll side with the Darkness he’s made of or the heart he’s harboring.

I take my sources from a couple places! Here’s one: Vanitas still thinks of Ven as part of him, even in Re:Mind (His death quote kills me its “I need… the rest of me…”). This could also point to the other interpretation where ven’s just been holding on to a little piece of that primordial darkness for funsies and that’s what Sora finds. He’s just finding this information out himself, he doesn’t KNOW much, he knows about as much as we do! I think he’s self-diagnosing as Darkness. Secondly the character files, which were written by a game scenario writer that Nomura works with and says This

And the KH3 novel which says This

and I’m pulling my hair out because THE MAJORITY OF INFORMATION ABOUT HIM IS NOT IN THE GAMES. and the information that isnt in the games stays consistent every time it’s written about, even from the bbs novel. I would LIKE to canonize them to everyone I WOULD but this is why people say that Vanitas is just that Darkness from khux it’s because the novels and character files wink at us and drive me up a wall

ITS BOTH IS WHAT IM SAYING.

[theprodigypenguin]

4 and or 7 with Jeddy

I don’t think this turned out very well, my writing is less than ideal when I’m as stressed out and anxious as I’ve been, but I really got excited when I read the fourth prompt. I actually want to write this into a full fic, but idk. Writing quick drabbles like this helps, and it was fun to explore single dad Teddy with his babies. And I really, really love his babies QwQ so writing about them always makes me really happy. I hope you enjoy this, even if it’s not super perfect.

4. teacher/single parent au

He was shy, sat in the back of the class, and seemed to do everything he could to avoid attention. At recess he sat on a bench and watched the other children play, kicking his feet and hugging a book to his chest that seemed years above his reading level.

After years of studying child psychology while working towards becoming a teacher, James had prepared himself to deal with the shy kids. The five year old wasn’t as shy when James talked to him alone. In fact he had an advanced vocabulary and incredible comprehension for what was happening around him. He excelled at schoolwork and could hold long conversations with James. Around other children, however, he became incredibly shy and withdrawn, and shyness around children his own age was a concern.

“Do you know anything about the Lupin family?” James was pouring sugar into a cup of coffee in the teacher’s lounge.

The school nurse, Scorpius Malfoy, was standing beside him with his own cup of coffee. “Not much,” he answered. “The youngest is in your class, right?”

“Dorian,” James gave a slow nod. “He’s shy.”

“His older brother isn’t,” Scorpius chuckled. “Remus. He’s two years older, always getting dragged to my office after falling off a swing or jumping off the monkey bars. He’s very vocal, very cheerful. Their father is a single parent.”

“Single parent household, that explains a bit,” James leaned against the counter. “Did their mother die?”

“I forgot you only started working here last year,” Scorpius hummed. “No, they divorced a few years ago. Remy didn’t seem very affected by it. I got the sense the mother wasn’t very present in their lives, but you’d have to ask their father.”

“Maybe I should,” James murmured. “I’ll try and stop him when he comes to pick the boys up. What does he do for a living again?”

“He’s a cop, actually,” Scorpius revealed, “but I don’t know much about him.”

“Guess I’ll figure that out, too. I’ve never met him before, so this should be interesting.”

Scorpius took a quiet sip of his coffee, reaching out to pat James on the shoulder as he headed for the door. “He’s a nice guy, I think you’re gonna like him. Knowing you.”

“What’s that mean?” James inquired, but Scorpius just smiled as he left the room.

James kept an eye on Dorian throughout the day. He was as quiet as usual, and unlike the rest of his class, he didn’t appear troubled by the fact the pouring rain was keeping them from going outside for recess. He stayed sitting in his seat coloring something as the rest of the class played with blocks and tucked themselves into their individual groups.

After ensuring the children weren’t getting into anything, James walked over to Dorian and looked down at what he was coloring. It was quite good for a five year old, and had a lot of color. James crouched down, keeping one hand on the back of Dorian’s seat and smiling at him.

“What are you coloring?”

“My daddy,” Dorian answered, and James tilted his head curiously as the five year old colored in the man’s hair with a blue crayon.

“Does your daddy have blue hair?”

“Sometimes. Other times it’s brown.”

“Brown like yours?” James asked. He took a moment to look at Dorian’s hair. It was light, pale and ashy brown. The highlight in his hair was almost golden blonde.

Dorian gave a jerky nod. “But more brown like Remy’s.”

“Remy is your brother?” James smiled. Dorian nodded again.

“He’s old.”

James laughed, looking at Dorian’s drawing. There were a few sheets of paper with drawings. Some of his father, some of his brother, drawings of houses, cars, even dragons. James couldn’t help but notice there were no women in his drawings. There were no pictures of his mother.

“Can I ask you something, Dorian?” James asked, and Dorian gave a nod without looking up. “Do you remember your mum?”

Dorian nodded again. “She was pretty,” he said, and James furrowed his brow.

“Do you see your mum often?”

Dorian picked up an orange crayon and started coloring a flower. “Mum works.”

“Your daddy works too, doesn’t he?” James asked, and Dorian shrugged.

“The man in the black cloak said she can only see us sometimes.”

James frowned. So during the divorce a judge ruled that Dorian’s father had full custody and his mother only had visiting rights. Something must have happened to warrant that.

“Dorian, would it be alright if I talked to your daddy?”

Dorian nodded. “Daddy is nice. He picks Remy and me up after school every day.”

“That’s very attentive of him. He must be a great father.”

“Mhm.”

“Will I be able to meet him today?”

“Yeah.”

“Thank you very much,” James said, getting to his feet. “I’ll let you finish your picture.”

“Thank you.”

James smiled down at the polite boy before walking back to his desk. It was still pouring outside when the final bell rang, so the children waited in the classroom for their parents. An older boy with dark brown hair barreled into the room, and somehow James knew this was Dorian’s brother, Remus.

He ran right over to where Dorian was sitting, dragging a chair over to sit with him and taking one of the crayons and a blank piece of paper. James smiled. It was always heartwarming to see siblings so close. It wasn’t surprising if the brothers came from a single parent household. Remus must have come in to wait with Dorian until their father came to pick him up.

If he was a cop, it wasn’t a surprise that he was the last parent to pick his kids up, forty minutes after the bell. James had never met him before, but Edward Lupin was not what he’d expected. Tall, over six feet, with brown hair similar to Dorian’s nix the blonde highlights. His eyes were a unique coloring, blue-green and violet. He wore stylish street clothing, black jeans with boots, and a white button down dress shirt with a black trench coat that fell down to his knees. There were piercings in his ears and a tattoo on his neck. He was stupidly attractive, and James forgot how to speak for a moment.

He continued to stare at him as a smile broke over his face, looking at the back of the classroom towards his sons.

Remus was the first to notice him, jumping up and running to the front. “Daddy!”

“Hey Rem,” he crouched down to meet the boy, scooping him into his arms before raising back up. “Have a good day?”

“Uh-huh! We got a new book, and we’re supposed to write about it after reading it! Also we got to stay inside, and I almost broke a window!”

James turned his head to stifle his laughter as Mr. Lupin hummed. “Well, that sure is something. Did you break it?”

“No, the ball was made of foam.”

“Ah. You weren’t trying to break the window on purpose by any chance, were you?”

Remus whispered his response. “We wanted to play in the puddles but Miss Abbott wouldn’t let us so the boys in my class elected me president and we tried to escape.”

“Well, that’s interesting.”

James cleared his throat as he stood up, smiling when the other man looked over at him. “Sorry, we haven’t met yet. I’m James Potter, I’m Dorian’s teacher.”

“Right.” The man set Remus back down and walked over to the desk, reaching out to shake James’ hand. “Edward Lupin, call me Teddy.”

“Teddy,” James smiled, nodding. “Um, would it be alright if we talked?”

Teddy looked startled for a moment. “Yeah, of course.” He sat down in the chair in front of James’ desk. “This is about Dorian?”

“Yes,” James said with a sigh, looking towards the back of the room where the brothers were sitting. “Dorian is an incredibly bright child. He’s smart, but he isn’t very social around the other kids.”

Teddy folded his arms with a nod. “He’s shy around people he doesn’t know.”

“Which is normal for children,” James quickly agreed. “I’m sorry if this is out of line, I’m just concerned for my students.”

“It’s fine, I understand,” Teddy rubbed his shoulder.

“Has Dorian always been shy?”

“Yeah,” Teddy answered. “I encourage him to talk to kids his own age, and his brother helps, but Dorian is an anxious kid.”

“One of my coworkers mentioned you divorced a few years ago?” Teddy nodded, staring down. “How old was Dorian?”

“Two.” Teddy lifted his head. “I don’t think he remembers it. I don’t know, maybe that’s why he’s so shy; because he didn’t get the maternal love he needed.”

“A child can grow perfectly fine without a mother if they get the right attention from family and friends,” James argued. “Remus seems to be your average energetic eight year old. Some people are introverts, some are extroverts. Dorian is just an introvert.”

“I know, but I can’t imagine her not being there helps.”

James couldn’t help feeling empathetic. “Why did you divorce? If I can ask?”

Teddy cleared his throat, looking at the window. “My ex wife didn’t seem to care much about our sons,” he explained, tapping his fingers against his arm. “Or our marriage. Don’t get the wrong idea, I think at one time she did want to marry me. She said yes when I asked after all. She never said she didn’t want kids, never said she was unhappy.”

“But?”

“After Dorian was born she started spending a lot of time out of the house,” Teddy said. “Came home late every night, claimed it was for work. I’m a detective, I know when someone’s being unfaithful. The fact she thought she could lie to me,” he laughed, shaking his head.

James pressed his lips together. “I’m sorry.”

“Tried to keep us together, but a man can only take so much. I was a single father long before we got divorced.”

“So she wasn’t around at all for Dorian, from the day he was born onward.”

“Pretty much.”

“I’m sorry,” James said softly. “If it means anything, you’ve done an incredible job without her. Your children seem very well rounded, and like I said before Dorian is incredibly bright.”

Teddy nodded. “I’ve tried to be as present and involved in their lives as possible. Being a father and a mother.”

“Does your ex wife have visiting rights?”

Teddy scoffed. “Yes, but she rarely uses them. The kids see her once every few months, maybe. She lives in town, but god knows she’s too busy to spend time with her children.”

James could see the strain Teddy was under, how frustrated and angry he was. “Well, she’s not the one who raised them, is she? They’re your children first. She can’t pick and choose when to be a mother. She forfeited those rights when she didn’t fight you for custody.”

Teddy looked surprised. “How did you know she didn’t fight for them?”

“She has visiting rights but never shows up. Doesn’t take a detective to figure it out.”

“That’s fair.”

“I wanted to talk to you because I was concerned about Dorian. I wondered if his homelife was affecting his lack of social interaction, but you seem like a good dad. He’s just introverted and shy, and there’s nothing wrong with that.”

“He’s not that introverted around people he knows well,” Teddy said. “He’s quiet, but that just means he’s thoughtful.”

“He’s a good kid.”

Teddy was smiling at James. “He talks about you,” he said. “His new teacher. He says you spend a lot of time with him.”

James blushed. “Well every child is different,” he argued. “Since he’s so quiet I just got the feeling he would do well with some extra attention. The other kids do well on their own, but Dorian never speaks up if he has questions, so I ask him one on one just so I know he understands the lesson.”

“Not a lot of teachers take the time to do that,” Teddy said, watching James thoughtfully, and James shrugged.

“I’m just trying to make a difference.”

Teddy smiled. “You’re certainly making a difference in my son’s life.” James was too flustered to reply until Teddy spoke again. “How long have you been teaching?”

“This is my second year,” James answered. “I spent a few extra years in Uni studying psychology, took this job right when I graduated.”

“How old are you?”

“Twenty-five,” James answered, arching an eyebrow. “You?”

“Thirty-one.”

“You had Remus early then.”

“I married their mother when I was twenty. She was my childhood sweetheart, we dated through school. Relationships like that statistically don’t last long.”

“What did she do?”

“Beautician,” Teddy answered. James furrowed his brow, wrinkling his nose.

“Somehow that doesn’t surprise me.”

“No kidding.”

“And you’re a detective?”

“Yeah,” Teddy smiled wistfully. “I’m more of a nine to five desk worker now, though. The hours are better for the kids. I get to work after school starts and get off when the day here ends. It gives me more time to be a father.”

“You prioritized your children above your career,” James smiled, and Teddy gave a tight smile, nodding.

“They needed me.”

“You’re a good dad,” James said, and Teddy smiled at him.

“You’ve said that about four times,” he revealed, and James’ face started to burn.

“Did I?”

Teddy laughed, “It’s fine. I worry sometimes, so it’s nice to hear I’m doing okay. Especially since I’m on my own.”

“You’d never know it,” James said. He smiled when Remus came up to the desk, clinging to Teddy’s coat.

“Daddy I’m hungry.”

“It is snack time, isn’t it?” Teddy asked, smiling at James. “Unless there’s anything else you needed to talk to me about?”

“No, I’m done.” James waved his hands. “The children are hungry.”

“Thank you.” Teddy stood up, stroking a hand through Remy’s hair and looking towards the back of the classroom. “Dori, ready to go?”

Dorian opened his bag and stuffed all his paper and crayons into it before closing it and scurrying over to the front of the room, barreling into Remy. Remus took his bag, but Dorian kept a firm grip on a piece of paper. It was partly crumpled in his fist, and he kept it close as Teddy picked him up to prop against his hip.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Dorian,” James said with a smile. Dorian held out the paper, and James curiously took it from him. “Is this for me?”

Dorian nodded, lying his head on Teddy’s shoulder, snuggling against him. Teddy rubbed a hand up and down Dorian’s back, looking down at Teddy.

“It’s raining, put your coat on.”

Remus pulled his coat out of his backpack with a dramatic flair before yanking it on. He then pulled out Dorian’s coat, handing it up to Teddy so he could coax the five year old into it. James smiled as Teddy pulled the hood onto Dorian’s head so all James could see was one of his dark blue eyes.

“It was nice to speak with you; nice to meet you.” Teddy reached out with his left hand, and James shook it.

He smiled more when Dorian held his hand out next, reaching up to shake his hand too. “Yeah, anytime. You’ve got a brilliant boy here.”

“Yes I do,” Teddy grinned. He started for the door but paused, looking back at James. ���Hey, uh… maybe we can talk again later.”

James was startled, but nodded. “Yeah, absolutely.” He looked down at his desk and sifted through his papers. “If you want to schedule a parent-teacher conference, I can find my schedule-”

“Actually,” James looked back at Teddy, who had a smile on his face. “I was thinking something… less official. Do you drink coffee?”

James felt like he might pass out, blushing and flustered. “Coffee, yeah, I drink coffee. Do you drink coffee?”

“I prefer tea, but I’ll drink coffee if it’s made right,” Teddy answered. “I know a good place, a few blocks from my place. We could meet there.”

“Absolutely.” James waved at Teddy. “My cell number should be on the syllabus I sent home with Dorian on the first day of school. You can text me the name of the cafe and a time to meet.”

“Great. It’s a date then.” Teddy grinned, and James nodded jerkily as Teddy reached out to take Remy’s hand and they left the room.

It took James a drawn moment to fully comprehend the man had asked him out on a date, and his face burned hotter as he sat down. He felt a little taken aback, very embarrassed, and a little suspicious. He certainly hoped there was a chance Teddy was bisexual when he walked in, because he was insanely hot; and a cop, which was even hotter. Plus he was single, and the kids were just a bonus. James loved kids.

Teddy asked him out first, which meant he was interested in James like James was interested in him. How lucky could he get?

He uncrumpled the picture Dorian had given him, and his heart seized in his chest. It was a colored picture of four people. Scribbled above each of them was a name. Daddy, Remy, Me, Mr. Potter.

James figured that was a silent sign that Dorian already accepted James. That would make things a lot easier if James ended up dating Teddy. Which was a silly thought considering they’d just met. Still, James wouldn’t be against dating Teddy.

He pulled his phone from his pocket and set it on the desk in front of him, eagerly anticipating Teddy’s text. His head lifted when he heard a knock on the door. Scorpius was standing there, holding a file under his arm and smiling at James.

“So you met Teddy?”

“Yes,” James answered, staring at Scorpius, who offered him a knowing smile.

“Did you ask him out?”

James blushed furiously, bristling. “No, I did not!”

“Well, did he ask you out?”

“What makes you think either of us asked the other out?!”

“Well at the very least he asked you out. He’s had his eyes on you since Dorian started school here.”

“He what?” James felt more flustered than before.

Scorpius snorted. “He saw you on the first day of class when he came to pick the boys up. Wouldn’t stop asking me about you. For the past few months he’s been asking me about you.”

“Wait, do you know him?” James asked, and Scorpius gave him a crooked smile.

“Ted’s my cousin.”

James gaped at him. “You left that out intentionally?”

“Well, I thought it’d be more entertaining this way.” He backed out of the room. “Have a good night, James. I’ll be looking forward to my cousin calling me tonight all flustered asking me how to text you.”

James waited for him to shut the door before dropping his face onto the desk with a groan. He’d been single for way too long. The schoolboy excitement was absurd, but could he be blamed? Teddy was hot and his kids were precious. One meeting and James was lost already.

send me a ship and a number and i’ll write a short fic

[n3v3r-l3ft]

I got tagged by @musically-magic thank you so much! 🥰

1. Are you named after someone? 

I dont think so? I mean kinda? But not really... my birthname was a combination of a simple name and my aunt's middle name, but my actual name, Nathaniel, I chose because I liked it :3

2. When was the last time you cried? 

I cry all the time I dont remember

3. Do you have kids? 

No, I cant stand the idea of having children

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot? 

Yeah, but I'm not good at it??

5. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

Idk probably something generic like eyes, or clothes, or hair

6. What’s your eye color? 

Blue

7. Scary movie or happy ending? 

I like both

8. Any special talents?

Uhm,, probably not? I try to draw and stuff but I wouldnt say its special

I'm really good with most animals?? 

9. Where were you born? 

Grants Pass, Oregon, US

10. What are your hobbies? 

Art, writing, houseplants, video games, I want to make YouTube videos

11. Do you have any pets? 

Kinda? My fiance has a cat (dilute calico) named Leia and my roommates have two kitty (dark tabbies) siblings, Styx and Nix, and a dog (yorkie/Australian terrier mix) named Luna

I've decided pictures are necessary

12. What sport do you/have you played?

I played soccer in elementary school, and I got tramped by the opposing team, and then my own, and I quit ��

I havent played other sports really, but I enjoy swimming and I've always wanted to learn how to dance

13. How tall are you?

5'3" and some??

14. Favorite subject in school?

Hmmm probably art, choir, or writing/literature (we didnt have many good classes tbh)

15. Dream job? 

Artist, author, youtuber (that one feels embarrassing tho lol)

I'm tagging @prettyboywrecked @tea0-0stache @x-the-hanged-man-x @fernleavesillustrator

[flockofdoves]

was trying to think of a way to divide up ocs on toyhouse so i don’t get too embarrassed about them yesterday but then it turned into just trying to list like every character i’ve ever made the vast majority of them i’d never put on toyhouse lol. but this was fun for myself even though i definitely forgot chracters and even whole stories from when i was younger

kinda old (definitely need updating they’re from when i was 17/18 and haven’t done much in recent years but nonetheless are my most recent ocs and i would probably like to do something with them someday still):

all the alienated characters - raul and michael primarily, also side characters like their relatives (lennie, joaquin, marcell, maybe also shinsuke, natalia, nina, naomi, hana, leela, etc) and friends (still need to name them lol) etc

justicia (less set on doing her story any time soon compared to alienated, but still theres something to it i might want to work with someday)

pretty old (like i was 16-17)

gf debate characters (this is actually older than a lot of the ones i list as even older in this list but i kept working on them til i was like 17 so they hold up better even if i don’t want to finish making their story anymore) - isaac, micah (micah is literally kinda from when i was 12 lol but i brought her to like 3 different stories and she was a boy in the first one too so shes basically not that character anymore), and then side characters like mirabel (originated in same story at 12 as micah), ayçin, anna, micahs mom and her wife, micahs cousin (another one from that old story) etc

those ocs that literally none of them have names or barely personalities i only ever did character sketches and basic concepts but its like a ghost story thing i was gonna do - 12 y/o baby butch protag, the ghost girl, baby butch’s trans girl cousin, cousins trans guy friend

really old (characters from when i was like 14-15 that did not really develop much from there. most of these are characters i have had fun with and maybe drawn since but are goofy and don’t hold up in a lot of aspects and most of them i’ll probably never pick up for stories again)

football lesbians - monica, wanda, and rania

pigeon magical girls (technically maybe i actually finished a very abbreviated version of their origin story for a school art project when i was 15 lol but i planned to do more back then and now i dont want to) - zehra, ronni, the pigeon, probably not amy and zoë that was just a cameo for myself of ocs from when i was like 11 lol

naomi’s story (this one i might actually want to do something with someday, i wrote a short story about it plus a bit more, but i have to make some serious changes i don’t really think i thought of some of the implications of some stuff in it before) - just naomi and the ghost basically. not to be confused with naomi in alienated who is michael’s sister they are not at all the same person

assorted characters that never really had a story - mels and cvijeta, charlotte (thought about putting her in football lesbians. she does basketball but. jock wlw you know)

really really old (characters from late middle school, like 13-14)

uhhh that wizards story. it never had a name idk. i still kinda like them though tbh even if i’ll never do anything with them anymore - tess, ali, nataline, brandy, mo, remora, cnidarian

really really really old (characters from the middle of middle school, like 12-13. at this point my recollection of what came before what might be kinda off tho)

that fae folk in pennsylvania and ohio story - emilia, ilana, micah (first version! lol), mirabel, that boy that i just hate and don’t remember the name of and resent making a character that had a crush on micah, micahs cousin, darling/angel (a faerie that just went by terms of endearment as if they were names), uhhh the second group of characters in a different more rural town i tried to write that i dont remember the names of

haunted victorian house story - benji, aisha, elizabeth

updated onex arget (fantasy world i wrote about a lot when i was in elementary school) story - nai, rieae

idk this story never had a name and barely a plot beyond ivy and victor becoming friends and venting to each other - victor, ivy, miles, maitê

forks and spoons (story i improvised with my little cousin who was like 8 at the time lol) - florimundi(?), i’m forgetting literally all 3 of the other characters names lol (maybe reese and victor for two of them??? but maybe not bc those are also other very old characters that idk if i reused the names of)

theo and ted - theoni and theodore (aka theo and ted!), oh also that guy they meet who wears like. a trench coat iirc

super old (characters from the later half of the 6th grade and early 7th, like 12ish)

really dumb story about a closeted trans person with did getting transformation powers - i actually dont remember the main character and their main other alters names anymore, i remember the other character they had a crush on stephan though

all those characters in bands that i never actually could settle on a story for beyond a variety of interpersonal drama. very inspired by the webcomic jenny hanniver tbh - avery, mark, etti, adrian, xavier, pepper, uhhh theres literally So Many more of them and also so many i dont remember the names of anymore but just for some that come to mind. that periwinkle colored hair in a bowl cut character that always wore a beanie who was in avery’s band whos names on the tip of my tongue (maybe that was etti and the character i’m calling etti was called something else?? maybe victoria? maybe andy? maybe andy was an entirely different 3rd character?? idk. actually yeah i’m positive bowlcut character was etti rereading this), xaviers ex-boyfriend who was obsessed with homestuck (lmao), that guy with red hair i accidentally directly ripped off the design of some jenny hanniver character, that goth guy with braces and glasses (maybe he wasnt in this?), that screamo band with 2 lead singers, that guy with brown hair that said he was straight with an exception (msfdkjghhsfd god), that person with the emo haircut in flame colors, this literally is not even all the characters lol

extremely old (largely from 6th grade, like age 11ish. weird period of time where i suddenly wanted to write about romance but thought it had to be straight but then very quickly was like ‘wait actually nvm i have a laptop now and think i’m bicurious i’m only gonna write about gay people)

gsa story (this might have been the summer before 7th actually but it feels distinctly before the other stuff in the last category so idk maybe just my whole impression of when i made things for middle school is off) - emmy(?), allie(?), noah(???), some other kid, i think noah(?) or the other kid got reused to be the guy i regretted making a part of that faerie story who liked old micah lol, maybe more kids, their teacher

idk that kid with blue hair and black eyes with white irises and his sister

middle school lesbians - leah and cass

lesbian who works in food service and there were weird references to comic books but filtered through me referencing an obscure emo humor youtube channel that made jokes about comics i’d never read - amy, zoë, amy’s straight best friend i dont remember the name of??

tosca (this wasnt straight romance but it was like the last thing pre me always having lgbt main characters) - idk. there were two characters i drew like once. theres nothing to note about this except wanting to make it is what made me learn about webcomics

that story i posted the first chapter of on quibblo about a hippie girl (somehow in 2010?? dont ask me) and an emo boy liking each other before abandoning to never write about cishet romance again. didnt even get to the romance part lol - i forget her name. maybe it was april? maybe it was florimundi and i reused it later for another character, nix, reese (her goth lesbian best friend. thank god for reese)

first attempt at straight romance. also about like. idk. fantastical powers in clouds in providence rhode island - selia, shay, cassandra, selias other friend i forget the name of??

ancient (literally elementary school ocs. obviously theres a lot of grades covered here but its just my memory and ability to reference this is so loose idk if i could even try to accurately divide it further)

shadow magic - mezzaluna, her aunt tabby(?), alexa

a, j, & j (barely counts i didnt do anything with them. those are the only characters also)

arine (some of these characters might not be arine characters and just from other onex arget (fantasy world i wrote a bunch of stories in and made a shitty conlang for and stuff) stories but i just dont really remember) - lia, lias sister, dibujurm, that other fantastical creature who was friends with dibujurm i forget the name of that kinda looked like calcifer from howls moving castle but fuzzy not an actual fire (maybe isigo??), emiaelaesa, that obnoxious prince (i think the story was called arine bc that was his name?), the prince’s servant, there absolutely were more

the musical adventures of shiri and don - shiri, don, some evil villain and his henchmen

rosington (there were like no characters besides her. weird junie b jones rip off with nonsensical humor to everyone but me)

that tree prophecy story (maybe set in onex arget?) - nico, emi (?? maybe not her name), their uncle (i forget his name, maybe lester?), their uncles shipmates, that fortune teller

idk some kid that goes on a scavenger hunt to solve a mystery on vacation in like bermuda or something where he meets some quirky girl character who helps him. thats all

i had some characters that started out as me trying to draw characters from the book hoot by carl hiaasen but for some reason then turned into my own ocs and looked nothing like those characters were described and also basically had nothing to do with them in personality and action beyond name after a while. - beatrice and napoleon. this was in a phase where i got a ‘how to draw anime’ book and napoleon straight up looked like a yugioh character his hair was ridiculous

those fake siblings i made up and lied to a substitute teacher in kindergarten about me having 6 siblings because of for absolutely no reason even though i only have one sibling irl

imaginary friends i shared with my brother and then made stories about - theres so many of these, the most important though was chick-chick-chick. who was a very small chick who wore a top hat. and then he had a family(?) of infinitely smaller chicks (chick-chick-chick-chick, for example) the more “chicks” you added to the name

[himbowelsh]

Winnix + sex pollen. Like a sequel to "Poisoned rash" by pairatime on ao3 but this time it was Nix who got into the pollen??? It was 0600 in the morning Nix went out for a recon mission when he tripped over a puddle, crashed his face into a cluster of mushrooms and then he found himself trying to nip Dick's earlobe relentlessly ??? Idk just bc as far as I know no one has ever applied this trope for the pairing and I CRAVE FOR ONE

AN: im simultaneously horrified and thrilled that i get to play with this trope because im lowkey weak for it. doesn’t get smutty, but gets close.

The argument could be made that it’s Nix’s fault, but he’s far more inclined to blame something else. Anything else, really — from the brass, for sending him on a harebrained scouting mission in the middle of the night, to nature, for being so damn wily.He’s an intelligence officer, for crissakes. It’s his job to outwit the Germans, not to be outsmarted by a couple of rogue roots and tree branches that he can’t see until he ends up tripping over them. If he weren’t wandering around in the middle of the night, he reminds himself, none of this would have happened. If he were safe in bed with a bottle of Vat 69 instead of doing his duty for flag and country, he’d be a much safer man.(Maybe not happier, but safer? Sure.)

Instead, he stumbles back up to the tiny farmhouse he and Dick are boarding in for the night. It’s around midnight. His patrol around the French countryside lasted two hours, and he’s got nothing to show for it but a bruised nose and bruised ego.Dick raises an eyebrow at him as he steps into the dim light. (They’ve got a lantern. It’s a risk, but there’s no word of Germans in the area, and the light is hidden from view up in the loft anyway. It occurs to Nix that Dick didn’t have to leave the light on — but then again, he didn’t have to wait up for him either.)“How’d it go?” asks Dick. The tone of his voice says he already knows.“I fell facefirst into a bunch of mushrooms. If you can believe it or not, they were actually kinder to my face than my wife.”He sinks down into a bundle of hay, a scowl on his face. He knows he doesn’t have a reason to be irritated around Dick, but he can’t help it. It’s not just the press of his own failure gnawing at him. His face is still pulsing with pain, and there’s something else, too... for some reason, his clothes itch. He hasn’t washed these since the jump, and that was nearly a month ago. He knows he’s filthy, but god, it didn’t bother him like this a few hours ago. (In the back of his mind he wonders if he’s getting a rash, but that would be just his luck.)Dick is still staring at him, with that familiar crease to his brows that lets Nix know he’s concerned. Nix snorts, drawing his knees up, and blinks back at him. “God, does it look that bad?”That makes Dick purse his lips. It’s something that’s not quite a smile, but close enough. “You look fine, Nix,” he replies, before shaking his head and turning away.He’s reading something, Nix realizes — a book, probably requisitioned from a house on their travels. It looks dull as dishwater, but it’s in English, which automatically makes it a great book to anyone unable to read a word of French. Leave it to Dick Winters to find a book in the middle of a war zone.Nix shakes his head and sighs. Leaning back against the hay, he’s reminded once again of the itch spreading across all parts of his body. His uniform chafes at him. When he shifts, the sensations get even worse; when he tries scratching them, he is left with a burning sensation in his flesh that is worse than anything else. He feels eager to crawl out of his skin entirely, if only to escape the sense on wrongness that is growing more intense with every moment.He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, trying to force it out of his head. If anything, this makes it worse.“Is it hot in here?” he mutters after a few minutes, tugging on his collar. In such a short time, the air has gone from summer-night humid to oppressive. He’s not sweating; rather, it feels like the heat is trapped inside of his skin.Dick glances up from his book, only briefly. “We’re in a barn. It’s not cool.”Nix continues to wrestle with his clothes. He can’t help it. They’re not just stifling. He feels like he’s being choked. The oppressive heat is one thing, but the way his clothes feel like they’re gearing against his skin is another entirely. “But it’s — hot, dammit,” he hisses. “How much heat does this hay preserve?” He finally manages to wrestle his jacket off. It’s a relief, but it doesn’t make it any easier to breathe. If anything, he grows even warmer. “I feel...” he huffs, voice strained. “Dammit, Dick, I feel like I’m burning up.”Dick frowns, unable to write off Nix’s blatant discomfort as something as simple as disgruntlement or exhaustion. He sets his book aside and crosses the short distance between them. His hand hovers over Nix’s forehead, just long enough for his frown to deepen. His touch is there and gone too fast, making Nix whimper.“Feels like you're running a fever,” Dick mutters. “Does anything hurt?”Everything, he thinks, but he can’t say that. He’s been through enough army training that he can tough out a bit of pain — not to mention, explaining how everything feels obscenely wrong would do nothing to heighten Dick’s regard of him. If anything, it might convince him that he’s crazy. That’s the last thing Lewis wants. So, despite the way he can’t stop squirming, he forces himself to put on a tough face. “No, it’s just, I — I just feel weird. My head’s spinning... I think I must be coming down with something.”“Here, do you need —“ Dick grasp his bare upper arm without a second of thought, and the touch is like ecstasy. Nix moans.The moment that follows is equal parts shock and confusion. Dick goes still, brows furrowing, while Nix’s entire body tenses like a coil. Their eyes lock. Nix’s mouth opens like he wants to say something, but no words come to his lips. He has no clue where that came from, but for some reason Dick’s touch is like a cool balm to his burning skin.He needs more, dammit. Shame and humiliation fill him in equal measure, but he finds himself fixated on the sensation of Dick’s hand on his arm.“Nix,” Dick says in a low voice. Nix’s face really is on fire now, and it has nothing to do with the heat consuming him.“Sorry...” he hisses, squeezing his eyes shut. “I’m okay. Really. I just don’t feel like myself...”“Nix. Do you want me to get Doc Roe?”“Uh-uh. I’m okay. I just... need to cool down.” Dick sounds so worried. It gouges out Nix’s stomach, leaving him feeling even more vulnerable. He’s not sure what he wants — should he throw himself at Dick for the sake of that desperately-needed relief? Should he pull away entirely?He can’t do any of that. All he can do is breathe, and try to hold on to his right mind. Whatever is happening to him (jesus, what is happening to him?), he can’t let it overwhelm him. He can’t be swept away…

“Sorry,” he says again, and pulls away from Dick’s touch. It feels like ripping a rib from his own chest. His breaths grow more ragged, fighting each other to escape his lungs. His fingers dig into his thighs. “I — I need —“

“Nix, maybe you should get some air.” Dick’s tone is heavy with worry now, as cloying as it is alarmed. Dick’s hand lands on his shoulder once more, and he’s close, close enough that Nix can see the whites of his eyes and the freckles across his cheeks, can smell his sweat and feel his hot breath against his cheek, and oh jesus —

He doesn’t realize what’s happening until his mouth is already on Dick’s neck. The salty taste of his skin floods his mouth as he such a bruised into the sensitive flesh. One of his hands is knotted in Dick’s hair, the other gripping his back, and Nix is all but on top of him. Every inch of contact against his skin feels euphoric. He cannot think; he cannot breathe; he is drowning in his need, in the overwhelming lust that saturates his every thought. He needs relief, and Dick is here. God, he wouldn’t want to do this with anyone but him.

Dick’s hands are against Nix’s shoulders, pushing. Not shoving him away (like Nix would have expected), not holding him off… but bracing himself. The grip is almost possessive.

“Dick,” Nix gasps, pressing back. “I need this. Please. I need you, Dick, I’ve gotta…”

For the first time, he is painfully aware of the tightness in his pants. The pressure is so great that he feels ready to burst. He can barely breathe with it, and it hurts. The desperation chokes him. Undiluted need drives his every action, from the way his mouth works at Dick’s sensitive neck to how his hands tear at his clothes.

“I have to know this is okay,” he forces out, though forming coherent sentences is agony right now. “Are you…”

“Are you okay?” Dick asks, and his hand cups Nix’s face. Past the haze of desire in his own eyes, worry still rests in the corners of his frown. Nix wants to kiss that concern right off his face.

“I will be,” he huffs, and captures his mouth again. This time, there is no mistaking the sensation of Dick kissing back.

(God, it’s all he’s wanted since day one of OCS, everything he’s been afraid of and desired with all his heart. This isn’t the way it’s supposed to happen, but it’s happening. It’s happening, and Nix is alright with getting swept away, as long as it’s for Dick.)

Everything is so much, too much. Dick’s hands are in his hair, though, and his mouth is on his neck. Every brush of contact soothes the fire burning under Nix’s skin. He needs more of it, but what he’s getting is incredible.

More. He needs more, more, and he needs Dick to give it to him.

Nix leans back down, melts into Dick’s embrace, and surrenders himself to the desire. In this moment, it’s okay to let go.

(Later on — much later, after they’re both worn out and exhausted and the fire in Nix’s core has smoldered down to ashes — they blink at each other in the darkness.

“Are you okay?” Dick asks again. Nix closes his eyes.

“Never been better,” he answers honestly.

There is so much that this means. He doesn’t want to wonder, he doesn’t want to ask. He can think again. The desperation had evaporated as quickly as it seized him, and being back in his right mind is such an immense relief.

Dick pulls him closer. He sighs and melts into his grip.

Tomorrow, things will change. Tonight, however — tonight is what they have made of it.)

[bunny-wk-fanfic]

apparently by "in a bit" i meant "in like 12 hours" :') BUT ANYWAY. could i please request a moment of commiseration between kagome and kit walker from ahs: asylum? assuming it's AU on her side (because idk how she'd end up in 1960's USA), maybe she's one of briarcliff's new "inmates" whose been admitted by a family member for religious delusions regarding demons (which may or may not be real. i mean the devil's running around in sister mary eunice) ?

Okay, I sincerely hope you like this as I tried to get as much of your request in this as possible. So please enjoy!

Never had she felt so betrayed and humiliated. Her family, instead of believing her, dropped her off as an insane asylum, Briarcliff, like she was some psycho or crazy person. Which she was not! She didn’t have visions, hear voices or compulsions!

No!

She saw the truth. A truth that was no longer acceptable in today’s day and age. No. It was a truth that had been long forgotten and acceptable only in fairytales and childish imaginings.

She had tried to explain it, see if what was happening had a plausible explanation. Looking at her family history revealed a long line of holy people. And looking into what that exactly meant explained everything and it all clicked into place in her mind.

She wasn’t crazy, she was literally seeing what some people really were. The strange markings, odd colorings, inhuman characteristics, and ethereal beauty, those individuals were hiding in plain sight. And she thought her family would be excited to learn she might be an actual Miko.

Instead, she ended up here.

She curled in the chair she had managed to claim, watching the other patients like a cornered animal. It was obvious some were not all there mentally, some looked far too skinny, but the rest appeared t normal people. But they all looked like shades. Sickly pale that made their bruises all that much more disturbing. The drab colors, flat and frizzy hair, and large clothes didn’t help like.

“What’re you in for?” the question had Kagome jumping and whipping around to the one that asked the question.

A young man. She had seen him in the week she had been there thus far. Dark blond hair that managed to maintain some of its curl, tired eyes that still had life in them, and a frame that apparently lost some of its weight. He was handsome, in a classic and homely American sort of way.

“I’m sorry?” she pulled her knees tighter to her chest, her voice felt tired from disuse.

He sat in the chair next to her, a tired sigh sounding when he settled into the thin worn cushion. “What are you in for?”

“Are… are you serious?” her eyes darted to where the orderlies were, just sitting with their papers and cigarettes.

“Well, I guess introducing myself would be better.” he smiled at her. It was charming, and she could tell it would shine that much brighter if he were in complete health. “Hi, I’m Kit Walker. I’m in here because I was abducted by aliens with my wife, who is still missing and was framed for the ‘Bloody Face’ murders.”

Kagome blinked wide eyes at him, her gaze dropping to his offered hand.  It took a moment for her to reach out for it, still very lost in this place. “Kagome Higurashi. I’m here because everyone thought I was having religious delusions.”

He gave her hand a gentle shake, she didn’t know if it was for her sake or if he actually didn’t have the strength for it.

“Even you sound unsure.” it wasn’t a mocking or question, he was simply pointing out the obvious.

“Oh. I’m sure. It’s just, what I’m seeing, is not at all like what my doctors had described. No angels or demons, or scenes of torture and the such.” Kagome snorted, as she recalled the expressions on her family’s face. It was as if she had come out to say that the walls had started bleeding and the floor turned to lava. “I feel it’s just their method of categorizing me in some neat and tidy box in hopes of curing me.”

Kit smiled, glad to see she still had spirit despite where she was. “How does sending you to a place run by nuns help?”

Throwing her arms up in the air, Kagome let out a frustrated groan. “I don’t know. Unless they expect me to see that only nuns have the ability to see and ‘demons’ and beat them out of our sick heads.” she leaned in closer to Kit, keeping an eye on the orderlies to make sure she wasn’t overheard. “Although, how this place is supposed to make us better with beatings is beyond me.”

Kit’s smile grew, feeling for the first time since he ended up here. Normal and sane. And a much-needed friendship between them blossomed.

For weeks, they would talk about anything and everything. What they appreciated the most though, was the fact they believed what the other had to say even if they didn’t quite understand it themselves. Kagome had been so focused on figuring out what was going on with her, that she knew just as much as the next person about aliens. It went the same way for Kit, only in reverse.

“There’s something hunting these halls.” her sudden words had him turning to her, brows furrowing as he tried to come to terms with what she just said.

“Hunting… wait. Hunting or haunting? ‘Cause there is a difference.” he had to bite back his grin at the look she threw his way. Despite knowing she was a woman, she was still able to pull off cute and adorable looks.

“I know there’s a difference you jerk.” she gave his chest a swat from her hand, her reflexes not at all diminished since she arrived here. A pout still in place, she was currently ignoring his chuckles of amusement, her eyes locked on with what she could see through the dirty stained. Window. “But I’m actually not sure if it’s not a combination of both.”

“What is it?” he was honestly interested. Unlike him with his aliens, Kagome had the ability to see her beings every day in the world. If they were present.

“Don’t know. They’re kinda dark and shadowed. But they appear to look like a woman and are only present when a patient or staff member dies.” a hand rose to clench at the sweat above her heart. “And there’s something wrong with Sister Mary Eunice.”

Kit snorted. “Like there isn’t something wrong with any of the staff.” he turned when her small hands clutched onto his arm closest to her.

“No. Not as in sadistic and enjoys ‘curing us through tough love’ sort of wrong. As in, my sort of wrong. It looks like a leech has attached itself to her like it’s trying to merge with her. Or take over.” her gaze lowered, brows furrowing as her mind began to wander over what was going on, and what it possibly meant for their safety.

Kit shifted, weaving his fingers with her own, drawing her attention back to him. He easily saw that her worries were taking her down darker roads, which was not only dangerous in general, but that was even more so in this place. “Hey, hey. Don’t even go there.” his heart calmed when she finally looked up, blue eyes large with lack of sleep and worry. “I’ve been there, and that is not a place you want to go. Whatever is going on, keep your head down. The staff already abuses us as it is, do not give them a reason to abuse you any more than they already do.”

Her brows furrowed as she watched him. It struck him then that he had never actually seen her so afraid. Sad, distant, exhausted, and those rare few times where she was happy, but never frightened.  “Listen, you’ve been doing good since you got here. So don’t mention anything about what you’re seeing. Do that, and your early release will be nixed.”

Kagome sniffled, lips quirking up into a smile as she slouched into his side. “What about you? You’ll be here alone then.”

“Nah.” he slung an around her waist to drag her in closer, relishing the warmth she radiated, she was always warm. “What are you talking about? There’s Pepper, Grace, Shelley, and the others. Even Spivey.”

Kagome snorted, quick to poke him in the side. “Great cast of support there. Two of which are missing, one of whom is Spivey. Now there’s a freak if there ever was one.” she drew her knees up to her chest as they sat on the couch. “I’ll miss you.”

Kit turned his head, burying his nose in her hair as he hugged her tighter to his side. “Yeah. And I’ll miss you too.”