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imjeralee · 3 years

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i request that you drink plenty of water and take care of yourself !!! ·o·b after thats done, came i pretty please get headcanons with link, Kaeya and maybe Childe about an s/o who draws them one day as a confession and gives it to them? :) (maybe they already knew and saw them drawing them before ? who knows) thank you in advance!!

Thank you anon! *looks at cup of green tea beside laptop* yep I think i’m doing well in keeping myself hydrated recently hehe but thank you :3

Anyway please see below for the ask! (it’s pretty long)

Link

He was grooming one of the ponies when he saw you standing behind a tent peeking at him curiously and when he turned round properly, you quickly scampered away and he got worried so he followed you to the room you share to see you sitting on the bed with a wine red book propped up in your lap but upon his return, you immediately hid it behind your back, smiling widely at him

He wonders what it was but decides not to pry, but he later discovers it was actually a sketchbook when he’s packing up for tomorrow and you’re taking a bath and the sketchbook drops out of your pack and onto the floor, opening at a random page

He picks it up with the intention to return it to your bag but then he sees the various drawings of him in his Ancient Armour set, Hylian and Snowquill set. They’re fully coloured and it looks like you’ve spent hours on them. He didn’t know you were this artistic and wondered why you hid this from him

The date you wrote on the bottom of the page indicates that you drew all this in one day! He’s super impressed

Then he sees the note you wrote below: “To my Dearest Link, I hope you like my drawings of you. All I can think about is how lucky I am to be able to be by your side, you’ve changed my life for the better and-”

Obv half complete so now he knows why you didn’t want to show him and he respects your privacy, so he puts the sketchbook away

Outside, he sees Beedle and goes over to see what’s new for sale. Beedle has some cool art stuff (well, it’s more like stuff that can be used for dye but can also be used as paint) so he buys some for you as a present which he will give to you later.

Next day, you get chased by a group of Bokogoblins and the book and all your drawing supplies drops out from your bag.

You didn’t see it drop and returned to the stable, ransacking your bag like crazy only to find your stuff missing

When you realise everything must have dropped out when you got chased, you quickly leave the stable to go back to the area but it’s thunder and lightning so Link chases after you

“Link, what are you doing? Go back, the weather’s awful.” You tell him but he shakes his head, unable to leave you alone in the rain like this

He helps you with your search and you end up locating your book and your supplies which are lying in the mud

The book has been trampled over and some of the pages have been torn out. The remaining pages are soaked with dirt and grime. Your pencils are snapped in half and your paints have been left to bleed all over the grass. All of your drawings are ruined, too. This is your worst nightmare.

Link observes you silently as tears begins to form in your eyes and you look at him, sniffling slightly.

You’re experiencing a mixture of devastation, frustration, anger and exasperation - from your carelessness to the stupid bokogoblins - and this incident infuriates you so much you throw the book to the ground angrily

Before you can march away, Link grabs your wrist

Turning round, your gazes meet and he looks at you softly, intently.

‘What’s wrong?’ he is saying.

“I was going to use those to confess to you!” you end up roaring out by accident.

Link looks at you, a little stunned

“N-Never mind! Everything’s ruined!!!!”

You’re about to storm off again when Link suddenly pulls you into his chest and gives you a hug

“!” you’re so shocked you can’t speak

He pulls away though, and leads you to the hollow of a nearby tree trunk where he gestures for you to sit down to shelter from the rain whilst he glances around, then sprints back over to where the ruined sketchbook is

He picks it up and holds it against his chest as if it’s dear to him. That’s not all, you watch as he begins to pick up the remaining pages that were torn out and once he’s collected them all he returns to you, clutching the pages tightly

"Link...” you murmur breathlessly as he he kneels down in front of you before he fishes around in his pockets to reveal a random bunch of paint pots in his hand.

You’re a little confused, but realise he has some spares which he must have bought from a merchant

it’s not much but...

he nudges it to you for your offering

You gawp at him for a few moments before you smile and chuckle and upon seeing you back to your usual self again, Link smiles and helps you back onto your own feet to stand

You thank him as you cradle the paints to yourself. You will need to restart from scratch from somehow it feels ok and something tells you you don’t need to hide it from him anymore

And you return to the stable, sheltering from the rain by sharing a large leaf together

Kaeya

Let’s begin with the fact that alongside you, there is a maid who also likes Kaeya as much as you do and she’s a bit of a sneaky bugger and you don’t show your drawings to anyone or watermark your artwork until they’re complete. You can probably see where this is going

One day, Kaeya finds out you are drawing a picture of him when he comes to your office to inform you that there’s a group of abyss mages outside Mondstadt so you hurry off to dispatch it and leaving Kaeya in your office

He accidentally comes across your drawing when he sees his face on a piece of parchment and his interest is piqued so he heads over to check it out

It’s a really good sketch!!! the amount of detail is insane! he had no idea you possessed such skill and who knew that you could create such beautiful art like this? He also finds some rough doodles and sketches you made earlier on some scrap paper you had also written on so he knows it’s you

Anyway, he puts everything back to join you in battle, but not before passing a maid along the way who is heading to your room to clean up

She comes across your drawing and she’s always fancied Kaeya herself, so for some reason other than just thinking she might be able to get away with it if she’s sneaky enough, she takes your drawing and sets off with it

Meanwhile, you return to your room after the battle, take off your coat and sit comfortably in your chair, reaching for your quill

“Ah, time to get back to my drawing of Kaeya.” you say with a smile, looking at your desk.

Wait a minute.

Something is wrong.

Very wrong.

It’s GONE!

After checking the rest of your office (and its clearly not there), you rush outside, wondering what happened to it when you see Kaeya and a maid talking in the corridor

they didn’t see you, so you quickly hide

“Please accept this, captain Kaeya!” gushes the maid, presenting your drawing to him. “I drew this picture of you to show how much you mean to me.”

What in the Samachurl shit is this?

You’re about to storm over when Kaeya takes the drawing with a delicate brow raised, studies it intently and goes, “Oh? But I’m not so sure about that.”

“W-what do you mean, Captain Kaeya?”

“There’s no watermark on it,” he points out, “....one could’ve taken anyone’s artwork and claim that it’s theirs.”

“T-That’s - ! Ah, Captain Kaeya, h-how could you think so lowly of me?”

“I’m only just stating some simple facts, that’s all. You won’t hold that against me, will you? And I’m certainly not accusing you of anything...unless you...?”

“Oh....uh....I...I-I’m so sorry, Captain Kaeya, you’re right! I-I....please excuse me!”

The maid’s too embarrassed to proceed any further and leaves, running away.

Indeed, what in the samachurl hell had just happened?

It goes quiet and you wonder if he’s still there; you step out of your hiding place only to go nose-to-chest with Kaeya.

He greets you with a smirk. “if it isn’t the little kitten, what are you doing here?”

“Um...uh, I....that....that drawing - “

What he said is right, there’s no watermark. How can you prove it’s yours? Would he believe you if you told him?

“Hm? Ah, yes, this drawing. I was going to keep it for myself.”

“No, wait! I mean...er...it’s not finished yet-”

“So you drew this then?”

“Yes, I did. it was me.” Though you wonder if he would believe you after everything you had just heard.

“Why?”

You lamely tell him you really like him and wanted to use it to confess to him.

He watches you for a few seconds, then hands the drawing to you. “I’ll wait until you’ve finished then.”

“Huh?” You gasp. He gave it back to you so easily despite what he said to the maid! “You...you’re not-”

“I knew it was you who drew it. I recognised your style.”

“Then why didn’t you say so earlier?”

“If I said so earlier, how else would I get you to confess to me?”

“KAEYA!!!”

(from then on he’ll want you to draw him more often)

Childe

Saw you sitting on the grassy hill near Qingxu Pool drawing earlier and because he is good at sneaking up on people, you didn’t hear him as he casually leaned over to peek over your shoulder and said, “Hey girlie, what’re you up to?”

You’re like “UWAGH!” and quickly close your sketchbook before turning round to see Childe.

“N-nothing!” you exclaim, before you get up and run down the hill, leaving a very amused Childe on his own

Later, when you’ve finished your masterpiece, you nervously approach Childe and tell him, “Um....this is for you, let me know what you think.” before rushing off in a blushing mess and Childe will open the sketchbook to see that you’ve drawn a very nice portrait of him in a battle stance, wielding his bow, surrounded by his hydro blades

Childe stands, staring at the picture

Then he sees the words ‘do you like me?’ scribbled at the very bottom

Childe staring hard now

He’s used to giving people gifts but now that he’s received something so thoughtful, he’s a bit overwhelmed. he can tell you put so much effort and hardwork into this. Ah, what is this feeling?

He closes the book without further ado and scrubs a hand over his face

he actually wasn’t expecting you to do this. he knew you were drawing him but the result is really....something else

You don’t hear him from Childe in a few days and you are so nervous and worried.

Is this a rejection? Maybe he didn’t like your picture after all...

You’re walking in the streets and sigh and sit on the stone steps of Liyue, staring at the sea, upset and dejected

But then you hear a whistle from behind and throw a glance over your shoulder to see Childe standing on a higher step, a hand in his pocket

“Hey girlie, heads up,” he tosses a paper plane into the air which makes this little loop before you stand to catch it

Looking up, Childe has gone

You unfold the paper plane to its proper size to reveal that Childe’s drawn a little sketch of you in return and he has written: ‘Yes I do’.

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justafairytailofinnocence · 2 years

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hihi!! i just came across your blog and i'm so glad i did <33 i wanted to request a matchup for harry potter, with a male character ?? i wanted a matchup with both, someone from harry's time at hogwarts (like lightening era) and someone from marauders/someone from their time at hogwarts

sooo about me

i absolutely love art, like drawing and painting, it's kind of what im known for. i have little rough doodles at the corner of all my school notebooks that i make when i'm distracted. i also love to read, always have. i get super invested in books and pull all nighters to finish them. i love listening to music too. as for school, i've always had great grades, but by last minute cramming, am headgirl and was prefect. i am not athletic at. all. but i adore it so so so much in others !!! i also love long walks, amusement parks and rollercoasters, road trips and TAYLOR SWIFT <3 im a girly girl, i love perfume shops, long baths, babies, pink and pastel colours, romcoms and new clothes, getting my hair and nails done, putting flowers in my hair. but i can also be laid back and lose this side of me once in a while, but i really like being feminine

for my personality, my friends say the first word i remind them of is vivacious. i'm super bubbly and lively. i can talk to anyone, i just love talking and having conversations. you'll never be bored with me. i am also very friendly and extroverted, my friends say if someone new enters our group, i'd be the first one they'd like and want to be friends with. i'm the therapist friend, the one everyone says everything to. not the leader or the baby of the group but still everyone's closest friend. but sometimes i need my alone time. i'm also a very sensitive and soft person. it takes loads, like literally years and years for me to genuinely love someone, but when i do, i literally love with my full heart. but that doesn't mean those i don't fully love, im rude to. im equally nice to everyone, frequently called a sweet and kind person. people tell my parents they did a great job raising me, because i give off positive energy, happiness, good manners. if i see someone in pain, it'll make me cry. i make sure no one's left out, and everyone feels special. basically, people associate me with the colour pink, extroverted, funny, full of life yet humble and empathetic. i rarely get angry or initiate fights, always always talk it out, but if someone starts one with me, i can be the rudest person ever, and then apologise profusely only once they have apologised too, because it's not in me to hurt someone and not feel guilty, but i also have my dignity. i also get very attached, if someone has given me something, even a note in class, i will probably never throw it away

my type in guys has always been playful and fun loving, confident and loyal, someone i can feel safe with, and have fun with, and can take my sensitivity. we shouldn't feel bored together. my love language is acts of service. the little things people do or say matter a lot to me. i love making people feel special, so i love when they put in effort for me and make me feel like that special, and safe

my physical appearance: i'm 5'2. my hair is soft light brown to golden, cut in layers, medium length, and my favourite feature of mine, and my eyes are amber. my eyes what people always always always compliment about me, they're big, doll like and upturned.

that's a LOT of info, sorry 😭 also can you please put some gifs and stuff, tell me what their friends think of me ?? and who liked who first, for how long, how'd we start dating and into marriage/family scenarios ??

Hello dear 💖, thanks for your request.

For the golden era, I pair you with:

Fred Weasley🎉

And

Geroge Weasley🎇

They would both find you beautiful in the fourth year when they were about to ask you to the yule ball.

It turned out to be Fred to notice you first and when he started dating you, George saw you as a sister figure until the sixth year.

He saw how kind you are and started to develop a crush on you.

Fred liked you since the yule ball and George did 1 year after.

Harry would think your quite nice, you remind him of Fleur Delacour.

Ron would sort of have a crush on you however it was more of an appearance thing.

Hermione would probably think your more into looks then book smarts but like you after Ginny introduces you.

You were best friends with Ginny Weasley.

Arthur and Molly would both like you as a daughter figure.

You wouldn’t get along with Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson.

If you were to marry Fred it would be at the burrow, you would be happy however after his death you would be affected, your child would be a Gryffindor with his hair and your eyes. You would care for him, and Molly would help you.

If you were to Marry George it would be at the burrow, then it would be obvious that you two would last longer, Fred’s death affected the both of you and so you named your child after him. He would have your hair and your eyes with the fact they would be a Gryffindor.

For the marauders era, I pair you with:

Sirius Black🐺

He first met you through Lily and from then on, he developed feelings for you over time.

He asked you out from when he flew over the Hogwarts castle and nervously did so.

You would be best friends with Lily, Remus would think your rather kind and James would probably tease you a lot.

He liked you per say for three years but wouldn’t say anything due to the fact he was rather in tune with his friends.

He only found out when you became more noticeable to him throughout the years.

He would marry you after Hogwarts and your child would have your eyes and his hair. He only died when your child was in Hogwarts around the fifth year, he was sorted into Gryffindor.

Anyways that's all I have for now:

Ta Ta✨

#harry potter matchups #harry potter matchups open

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natromanxoff · 3 years

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How prog were Queen?

By Dave Everley

On 9 January, 1971, Kevin Ayers and Genesis played a show together at the Ewell Technical College near Epsom in Surrey. Ayers was 18 months out of Soft Machine, and making a name for himself as a psychedelically-inclined art-folk rake. Genesis had released their second album, Trespass, a few months earlier, and were carving out a place in the vanguard of the burgeoning progressive rock movement.

There was a third band propping up the bill that night, a bunch of transplanted Londoners calling themselves Queen. In contrast to the wilfully artful approach of the headliners, their music was more straightforward: a heavy, if ornate blend of Led Zeppelin’s earthiness and the flights of fancy of Yes.

Not everyone in the small crowd watching them was impressed, but they caught the attention of one person. After the show, Genesis frontman Peter Gabriel pulled Queen’s blond-bombshell drummer Roger Taylor to one side. Gabriel’s band were about to dismiss their own drummer, John Mayhew, and were looking for a replacement. Was Taylor interested in joining Genesis? The reply was instant: thanks but no thanks. Taylor was utterly dedicated to Queen – there were gigs to play, places to go, and many musical adventures to embark on.

Had Taylor accepted the offer, the course of music – and specifically prog – would have been very different. Genesis would have flourished with Gabriel upfront, though whether they would have survived and prospered as they did without a Phil Collins to step into the breach after their talismanic singer’s departure was another matter.

The knock-on effect on Queen would have been greater. Taylor was an essential part of their carefully balanced four-way chemistry; a chemistry that would go on to throw up some of the most ambitious and game-changing music ever recorded. While Queen weren’t a capital ‘P’ prog band, they were infused with the spirit of the movement, combining its forward-looking values with its absolute disregard for the existing rules. Taking their cues from the likes of Yes, Genesis, Van der Graaf Generator and even Pink Floyd, their flamboyantly cavalier approach would go on to inspire such modern masters as Dream Theater, Queensrÿche and Muse. And, in Bohemian Rhapsody, they ensured that one of the biggest-selling singles in history was, at heart, a prog song. Forget the luxuriant moustaches and sawn-off mike-stands that would come to define them: if the prog ethos meant avoiding the expected, then Queen were definitely a prog band.

“Diversity was probably their greatest asset,” says former Dream Theater drummer and confirmed Queen devotee Mike Portnoy. “From song to song, they could be so different. You could have something that was folk followed by something that was rockabilly followed by something that was metal. And that’s one of the biggest things about prog, having that open-mindedness.”

Queen’s schooling in prog came early on. Brian May’s very first band, 1984, played a 4am slot supporting Pink Floyd at the Christmas On Earth Continued all-nighter in 1967. A year later, his next outfit, Smile – also featuring Roger Taylor – played with Floyd again, this time at London’s Imperial College. By the time of their gig opening for Kevin Ayers, Smile had changed their name to Queen and recruited Freddie Mercury. Collectively, they admired Yes, Van der Graaf Generator and especially Genesis. “Foxtrot is a prog rock classic,” Roger Taylor later wrote in the sleevenotes to Genesis box set 1970-1975. “Arrangements were highly complex in these early days, setting a benchmark for the style of the times.”

When it came to finding someone to produce their debut album, Queen’s first choice was John Anthony, who had worked with both Genesis and Van der Graaf. With Anthony and co-producer Roy Thomas Baker behind the desk, the eponymous album trod heavily in Led Zeppelin’s footsteps. But there was another, altogether more visionary band straining to spread their wings: My Fairy King was a filigreed slice of flamboyant rock’n’roll, while Liar metamorphosised through several different time changes and timings.

Those wings were fully unfurled on the follow-up, 1974’s Queen II. The title was the most prosaic thing about the record: the music inside was as fevered and baroque as rock gets, informed equally by Zeppelin, Yes and crazed Victorian artist Richard Dadd, whose 1864 painting The Fairy Feller’s Master-Stroke inspired one of the album’s most prog-leaning tracks. It may have been rooted in the heavy rock of the times, but its cavalier approach and sheer sense of scale pegged Queen as a defiantly progressive proposition.

“Queen weren’t like Yes, who had a dualistic role of guitar and keyboards, where both shared the terrain,” says Yes guitarist Steve Howe, supported by Queen at Kingston Poly in early 1971. “Brian had the terrain to himself. The remarkable thing was that he was the front and the back man. It required him to come up with more than guitar solos… He had to come up with a semi-thematic approach to play the guitar. And what he did was keep colouring.”

Queen’s prog inclinations would be deeply woven into the fabric of their early albums, from the audacious multi-part theatrics of Queen II’s March Of The Black Queen to the schizophrenic attack of the two-part Lap Of The Gods from 1974’s Sheer Heart Attack. Even in their more commercial moments, they marched to the beat of their own drum. What other band would have dared serve up something so unusual as Killer Queen?

“It was their diversity,” says Mike Portnoy, who first heard Queen as an eight-year-old in the mid-70s and covered many Queen songs while in Dream Theater. “Their albums took the prototype that The Beatles laid down with the White Album, where you had four different artists bringing in very different styles. Every song was so diverse. You get to A Night At The Opera, and you had this giant multi-layered epic like Bohemian Rhapsody next to something like Seaside Rendezvous or Love Of My Life.”

A Night At The Opera was Queen’s grand artistic statement and their most unashamedly prog album. Pitched around the epic twin tentpoles of The Prophet’s Song and Bohemian Rhapsody, it married their far-reaching vision to a distinctly British barminess. Taken on its own, the eight-minute The Prophets Song, with its incredible ornate a cappella middle section, would be enough to grant Queen access to the Prog Hall Of Fame. But even that sits in the inescapable shadow of Bohemian Rhapsody. Time and success might have lessened its impact, but that song remains the most dazzlingly unique piece of music ever to sell five million copies.

“There are epic things that come along every so often,” says Steve Howe. “There’s Sgt Pepper, there’s Bridge Over Troubled Water. And there’s Bohemian Rhapsody. I don’t know when I first heard it, but once it was there, it was such a formidable thing. You’re thinking: ‘How many tracks did they need to do those vocals? How did they write it? Who invented it? It really was astounding.”

Bohemian Rhapsody encapsulated one of the key things that gave Queen such a distinct identity. Like The Beatles and Beach Boys before them, they used the studio as an instrument – not least when it came to their vocals. And Bohemian Rhapsody raised the bar about as high as it could go.

“They sang each of those parts and triple-stacked them,” says Mike Portnoy. “You heard all three of their voices singing in all three vocal ranges. That’s what made the depth of their music so complex. It wasn’t the instrumentation, it was the vocals. That’s unusual for prog music. When I think of my favourite prog music, it’s always the musicianship that draws me. But with Queen, it was the vocals. It was so deep.”

For all its success, A Night At The Opera would be Queen’s grand kiss-off to their prog roots. Later albums streamlined their sound into a more conventional format. Much like Genesis, the 80s found them swapping experimentalism for chart rock.

It wasn’t until the end of their career as an active band that Queen would again sound so adventurous. During 1989 and 1990, the band began work on their penultimate album, Innuendo, in London and Montreux. In the summer of 1990, Yes guitarist Steve Howe paid a flying visit to the Swiss city, where a chance encounter with a former guitar tech found him being invited to Queen’s studio to hear the album as a work-in-progress.

“Inside, there’s Freddie, Brian and Roger all sitting together. They go: ‘Let’s play you the album,’” says Howe. “Of course, I’m hearing it for the first time: I Can’t Live Without You, I’m Going Slightly Mad. And they saved Innuendo itself until last. They played it and I was fucking blown away.”

If that was surprising, then what happened next was utterly out-of-the-blue. The members of Queen asked if Howe wanted to play on the title track. The Yes man politely suggested they’d lost their minds. It took the combined weight of Mercury, May and Taylor to persuade him.

“They all chimed in: ‘We want some crazy Spanish guitar flying around over the top. Improvise!’” recalls Howe. “I started noodling around on the guitar, and it was pretty tough. After a couple of hours, I thought: ‘I��ve bitten off more than I can chew here.’ I had to learn a bit of the structure, work out the chordal roots were, where you had to fall if you did a mad run in the distance; you have to know where you’re going. But it got towards evening, and we’d doodled and I’d noodled, and it turned out to be really good fun. We have this beautiful dinner, we go back to the studio and have a listen. And they go: ‘That’s great. That’s what we wanted.”

Released as a single in January 1991, Innuendo gave Queen their third Number One single. Like Bohemian Rhapsody 25 years before it, it was as unlikely as hit singles get: a six-and-a-half minute musical jigsaw, complete with flamenco runs, classically-inclined orchestral overloads and maverick 5/4 timing. Queensrÿche covered the song on 2007’s Take Cover album, while you can hear its echo in Radiohead’s Paranoid Android and Muse’s more elaborate sci-fi epics.

“In the world of rock, Queen stands out as a good example of the clash between guitar and piano in songwriting,” Muse’s Matt Bellamy has said. “I think that’s where you stumble across those more unusual arrangements and chord structures.”

Today, Queen have left a bi-polar legacy. They’re arguably best known for their pop hits – Radio Gaga, I Want To Break Free and of course, Bohemian Rhapsody, that ultimate prog Trojan Horse. But their spirit of adventure remains unmatched by all but the boldest of their peers.

“There was no rulebook for Queen,” says Mike Portnoy. “They broke most of the rules that existed, and then they wrote a new set.”

#queen #queen band #roger taylor #freddie mercury #brian may #john deacon

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windmaedchen-fairytail · 3 years

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Art Progress

Here is a step-by-step of my drawing process. I use Krita on a Microsoft Surface Book 2 and I made myself a template for these illustrations using the same colours and brushes to complete. I feel that settling for a “style” like this helps me to focus on drawing rather than wasting time thinking about HOW I wanna draw. And from there, one can always break the mold. :D

Step 1 - Base Sketch

Doodling the base pose with a pencil brush, just to get the general gist down. This is very small, actually, so I am unable to add details at this point. xD And who cares about anatomy or perspective, curves and balance are all that matter. Unless I have a distinct reference, then I use that as orientation.

In this case I just needed to find a composition that would show the paper dolls closer the viewer but still leave enough room for the two Dreyars to be fully visible, too.

Step 2 - Sketch

Same brush. I just enlarge the base sketch and draw on top (new layer). Ideally perspective and proportions should be considered here, because obviously it just get’s harder and more frustrating trying to correct things later on. But when you hit your limit, proceed rather than dwell on your weaknesses. Nothing against learning and pushing yourself, but before your throw the towel out of frustration, continue. ;)

I had NO references, so the perspective is super wonky. I don’t mind such minor inaccuracies, as long as it’s not super distracting from the content.

Step 3 - Pre-line Sketch

This is the step for references. I often take pictures of my own hand (or draw from life if I can) to get them right or I’d stare at pictures of whatever body part I have trouble with (arms, shoulders, muscles, you name it). I did throw my blanket around and copied from that, I opened some screenshots of young Makarov for his hair, face and clothes, I read up on Shikigami, thought about Ivan’s hair etc...

Step 4 - Lines

The FUN PART. If your pre-line sketch is fine (and it should be as fine as possible), go ahead and line this thing! I don’t like having to make up things at this stage anymore and want to keep adjustments at a minimum but if it really is necessary, one can still play around with head size/angle, eyes, hands etc. But still, the better the pre-lines the easier and more fun the rest of the image!

Step 5 - Shading/Details (lined)

I wanted to imitate Mashima’s way of shading using just fine lines but I am way more messy with it. The lines aren’t parallel and slim down before edges, I have thick and heavy lines, too. Knowing your light source is helpful so the shading is not all over the place, but I like keeping everything as simple as possible and do sometimes just use the shading to show that something isn’t flat. Depending on the complexity of the image, I will add greys in another step to add depth.

Step 6 - Flat Shading

The paper dolls were dark very early on, because it’s a good way to show something is closer to the viewer. But I still needed more focus on them (in hindsight, maybe even a blur would have helped?) so I used a flat coloured layer with opacity turned down to suggest a top light above the characters heads in an otherwise dark room. It sets foreground and background apart a bit better, giving another circle around the floating dolls, like a frame, that draws attention to them.

If needed I can use several such layers, for separate objects or more levels of shading.

And that’s it!

When I find a good way to colour these illustrations, I will share a progress as well. But what I coloured so far did not meet my personal standards at all, so I’d rather not dwell on those and move on. xD

#fairy tail #ivan dreyar #makarov dreyar #my art

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kurowrites · 4 years

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I’m sure someone sent this to you already but ‘“You’re the one in class who has tattoos all over their arms and piercings and everybody’s scared of you and one day I catch you watching cat videos and doodling in the middle of a lecture and wow you’re a dork” AU.’ screams WangXian and I’d love to read your take on this! Thanks for all the amazing fics!

You were in fact the first to send this suggestion! And I agree, this is a very Wangxian thing. :3c

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When Wei Ying joined Lan Zhan’s class for the first time, his appearance was followed by heated gossip and a badly suppressed uproar. Everything about Wei Ying’s appearance was eye-catching, from the long hair tied into a ponytail to the heavy black boots he was wearing. And while his mostly black clothes and the rows of piercings in his ears alone might have been enough to make him stick out like a sore thumb in the environment of an university classroom where most people wore button-down shirts and blouses rather than t-shirts, there were two things in particular that marked Wei Ying as an immediate outsider. The first was the piercing on his left lower lip that was connected to his left ear with a small metal chain. The second were the colourful tattoos sprawling down his slender arms poking out of an oversized t-shirt.

Lan Zhan himself couldn’t help but stare for a moment, his eyes wandering over the motives engraved on Wei Ying’s arms as he catalogued them. Halfway poking out of his shirt sleeve was what must be Guanyin holding a lotus flower. Delicate orchids were trailing along his elbow. Below that, a crane among pines. A dragon among drifting clouds was on his other arm. There were more, but before Lan Zhan could see them properly, Wei Ying moved, turned towards him with a crooked smile and a casual introduction.

The tattoos on his arms turned into a colourful blur as he moved, and Lan Zhan… was struck.

It didn’t take long for people to start spinning tales. The most popular was that Wei Ying got involved with crime at a young age and had been a member of a criminal organisation for the longest time. The stories differed, some saying that his father had been a triad boss, others saying that he got picked up off the streets by ruffians when he became orphaned. Whichever it might be, however, everyone was in agreement that Wei Ying was a dangerous person, and that it was better to stay away from him as far as possible. Many were offended that he was allowed to enrol in the university at all.

A person like that, at their prestigious university? Inconceivable.

But Lan Zhan knew that Wei Ying wasn’t here without reason. He might not be the image of a model student, but he had the academic qualifications to justify his enrolment. Even if it sometimes pained Lan Zhan himself to admit that.

Most students preferred to keep their distance from Wei Ying and only talk about him behind his back, which made Lan Zhan and Wei Ying more similar than he really liked. After all, most students kept their distance from Lan Zhan, too. If for entirely different reasons.

But their mutual unpopularity (if it could be called that) often led to them sitting close to each other during class. No one would sit next to Wei Ying on their own accord. Wei Ying, on the other hand, had no qualms seating himself in the eternally vacant seat next to Lan Zhan.

It was strange, the first time it happened. It wasn’t just the fact that no one ever sat this close to Lan Zhan that wasn’t family. It was also that the presence of Wei Ying next to him was completely different from anyone else. Lan Zhan had been taught how to sit properly from earliest childhood. Sit upright. Sit still. Be attentive. Don’t fidget.

Wei Ying was the complete opposite. It didn’t take five minutes for him to start moving around, slumping in his seat, trying to find a comfortable position for his limbs. Sometimes he went as far as slipping out of his boots, sitting cross-legged on the chair or tucking one foot under his leg. It drove Lan Zhan absolutely insane. How difficult could it be to sit still for one class? And how difficult could it be to not involve Lan Zhan in his disruptive activities?

It was hard to concentrate when someone next to you was constantly moving around. And whenever Lan Zhan dared to look over, he caught Wei Ying in some kind of activity that certainly didn’t have anything to do with the lesson at hand: sneakily eating snacks, watching cat videos or, perhaps the rudest of it all, just plain dozing. How he managed to follow the lesson, Lan Zhan didn’t know. But it was clear that he followed it, because the teacher had yet to catch Wei Ying off guard.

And then, when he was particularly bored, he would lob little pieces of paper at Lan Zhan. At first, Lan Zhan thought they were simple harassment for the sake of harassment, but after a sustained assault, he became aware that each of the papers contained a message.

The whole incident was caused by Lan Zhan making the unfortunate decision of looking over to Wei Ying’s side during the lesson, and catching Wei Ying watching cat videos on his smartphone. Lan Zhan sent him one of his particularly vicious glares, and turned back to the front to listen to the teacher. He only just caught Wei Ying’s shameless grin in the corner of his eye, an obvious sign that he wasn’t feeling sorry at all before he turned back to the video.

Lan Zhan was incensed. How could such a bad student manage to keep on top of this class? It was frustrating. It was… had no one ever put this young man in his place?

A few minutes into his quietly stewing anger, a paper landed on Lan Zhan’s desk. When Lan Zhan looked over, Wei Ying exaggeratedly mimed unfolding the paper.

Lan Zhan should really know better. And yet, he unfolded the paper.

Lan Zhan, are you more of a cat person or a dog person?

He crumpled the message with prejudice and glared at Wei Ying without bothering with a reply.

A moment later, another piece of paper landed on his desk.

Cat person, then. ;D

Wei Ying grinned shamelessly when Lan Zhan sent him another chastising look.

It didn’t take long, and yet another paper landed on Lan Zhan’s desk. This time, it was a terrible drawing of a cat.

Not good?

And then, seeing that it incensed Lan Zhan, Wei Ying started sending him different drawings of animals in quick succession, trying to guess his favourite. Of course, none of them were even remotely accurate, and all were terrible.

Snake?

Spider???

The spider was more than Lan Zhan could bear. He turned the paper around and finally wrote his first reply, scratching each word into the paper with force, as if he could force common sense into Wei Ying’s head that way.

Spiders have eight legs and four pairs of eyes.

Wei Ying only chuckled and quickly sent another reply.

Ah, so you do like them. :3

No.

Come on, tell me what you like!

Lan Zhan stowed the paper away to throw it out later on. He would never, ever give that kind of ammunition to Wei Ying.

It was not enough to discourage Wei Ying just yet, however.

Oh, I know. :3

A few moments later, a new drawing landed on Lan Zhan’s desk.

Lan Zhan stared blankly at the cute and surprisingly detailed drawing of a rabbit, evidently a very different quality from the earlier sloppy doodles.

Good, no? This is what Lan Zhan looks like, to me.

Lan Zhan couldn’t figure out if it was supposed to be an insult or a compliment. Before he could settle on one or the other, however, another message landed on his desk.

My tattoos were all designed by myself.

That gave Lan Zhan pause. Wei Ying’s tattoos? He had designed all of them himself? Of course Lan Zhan had noticed before that despite the fact that Wei Ying had many different motives on his arms, they seemed to fit together very well, building a cohesive, well-designed unit. But he had been so caught up in the unsuitability of having tattoos at all that he had never thought about whether the tattoos itself held any meaning or not. But if Wei Ying designed them–

His thoughts were interrupted by another folded paper.

I’ve noticed your looks.

Lan Zhan felt his ears burn.

He had always assumed that Wei Ying was either ignorant or completely uncaring of all the strange looks he was getting. But that couldn’t be true, now that he thought about it. It wasn’t like Lan Zhan was unaware of the looks he was getting, no matter how much he liked to pretend that he was above such things.

Before he could react to Wei Ying’s last message, however, the bell rung and announced the end of the class.

And Wei Ying, quick as a rabbit, was out the door before the teacher could even dismiss them.

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From that moment onwards, something had changed.

Perhaps it was that Lan Zhan didn’t have the luxury of pretending that he didn’t care anymore. Perhaps it was that someone finally had him made take a long, hard look into the mirror. And he didn’t quite like what he saw.

He felt frustratingly out of control, the next time he deliberately sat down on the seat right next to Wei Ying, and the way Wei Ying smiled in return only served to drive it home that Lan Zhan had just made an irrevocable decision.

The course of his destiny, he had no doubt, had been altered.

Wei Ying had forced him to make a decision.

And Wei Ying, judging by the look he sent him, understood what Lan Zhan’s choice had been.

This time, once class was over, Wei Ying didn’t take off with the ring of the bell. Instead, he patiently waited until Lan Zhan had packed his things and was ready to leave (as patiently as Wei Ying ever did anything, that was).

When they left the classroom, together, Wei Ying softly bumped into Lan Zhan’s side and smiled up at him. Lan Zhan couldn’t fully read the expression on Wei Ying’s face, but he thought that Wei Ying looked happy, somehow.

“Do you like them?” Wei Ying asked.

He didn’t need to explain what it was that he meant. Lan Zhan understood.

“Hn,” he replied.

It was all he could say. He felt that both ‘You are very good at drawing’ and ‘I want to know where else you have tattoos’ were somehow inadequate and also inappropriate, so he remained quiet.

It didn’t help that the third thought that crossed his mind was ‘How would it feel if I kissed that piercing on your lip right now?’

Wei Ying, thankfully, took pity on him. He tapped at the delicate orchids at his elbow and said, “This is my latest one. I got it after the birth of my nephew.”

He smiled, clearly lost in a happy memory for one moment. Then, he looked up at Lan Zhan again, and his smile turned impish instead.

“I have a feeling I might be getting another one soon,” he added with a laugh in his voice. “And I think… it’s going to be a rabbit.”

The gods have mercy on me, Lan Zhan thought to himself. Where is he planning to put that?

He wondered if Wei Ying would allow him to know.

#kuro writes #the untamed #wei wuxian #lan wangji #wangxian #mdzs #anonymous

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missholoska · 3 years

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for my UT anniversary art this year I'd actually intended to draw a part from every character's alarm clock winter dialogue, but due to time constraints and an untimely mini-heatwave last week I had to give up on half of those plans oTL

but in the spirit of Toby sharing some scrapped Deltarune music during the anniversary stream, I wanna share a couple things I didn't finish but still like ✨

Napstablook's segment was so close to actually being included since I did fully line and shade them, but I just... could not for the life of me make the effects of their tears freezing or any sort of background look decent, and the more I tried the more frustrated I got :''''>

this one was from Flowey's segment and I'd even started lining Chara (who was off to the side), but when I decided I'd have to scrap half of these, this one just didn't seem as interesting to work on. Azzy still turned out cute though.

lastly this is the one I was most disappointed about not finishing 💔 this was meant to be the beginning of Mettaton and Mad Mew Mew's fight, but I couldn't work out a decent pose for Mettaton in such a small canvas. but this is actually the first time I've ever drawn Maddie, and she was super fun to draw even at a tiny scale ;u; someday I'll draw her for real I swear

(I resized this and added "colour" just to make it clearer since my tiny drafts are always an absolute mess, but in case it's still unclear she's doing that "OHOHO~" anime villain laugh)

after I'd also realised I wouldn't finish anything in time for the 15th I had considered going back and drawing the rest since it was gonna be late either way, but then the chapter 2 news broke and I'd rather be free to doodle stuff from it ahah

#holoskart rambles #usually I'd just delete anything I couldn't finish but reading what toby said about his scrapped music inspired me :'>#anyway I'm rushing to finish everything I need to post before chapter 2 comes out jhgsdjkh #I'm not gonna be playing it yet it's gone midnight and I do not wanna be here when the internet becomes Spoiler Hell

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Aight well, since I’m pretty sure I’m most of the way out of Vargas brainspace this time around, have some unpublished/unfinished sketches and doodles! Prepare for lots of extremely rough concepts and possibly some walls of text lol

Veryyyy early sketch, the first unfinished one actually! You can tell how early since I hadn’t chilled out on the yarn yet lol. Was looking around for music and while I didn’t add it to the playlist, the male cover of Aishite, Aishite, Aishite is always going to have a special place in the inspiration part of my brain

They be doing homework. I’m so weak to domestic stuff, and every scene with Todd delivers so much, bless him

I threw around a couple card ideas, I’m still undecided as to which one I like better, but I decided pretty early on Jack of Spades and King of Hearts - the King of Hearts is known as the Suicide King which - well. And I’ve always seen the Spade as being like a stabbed version of the Heart lol, and since it’s black it’s the opposite in aesthetic. They both have a pretty dark aesthetic, so if one was going to get red, it seemed right to be Scriabin

A tiny tiny One Way Mirror doodle I didn’t have room for anywhere else. Just turn around!

I have a few iPod scribbles for late-night or early-morning ideas where I couldn’t quickly get to my notebook. This one was right after I woke up from a Vargas dream, pretty much the whole cast was there! This frame in particular stuck out to me because of the composition, it was a fully animated music video and they all had that two-frame back and forth poppy kind of motion, thus all the action lines lol

Don’t trust him with pointy things. I really like how the last one turned out other than his hand

A particularly stupid late-night idea lol

I may or may not have written a kiss scene into the TGWDLM crossover, I swear I didn’t do it on purpose

More of the TGWDLM crossover, you can see I got about 1/4th of the way through this one and then gave up lol. I actually had almost a half page of concept sketches for if Scriabin got Apotheosized - since I use eye colour to signify who’s been hiveminded, how was that supposed to work with Scriabin? Blue scars were pretty prevalent, so how about that? The idea of the two of them being on the same page and actively working together was rather intimidating as well, but it all didn’t go very far since that wasn’t the concept I wanted to explore

The idea of them going to a Cat Cafe popped into my head and I had to quickly scribble it down and then I remembered I don’t know how to draw cats lol. I drew Scriabin freaking out first, a cat among cats lol, and a cat trying to play with the yarn in his hair because cliche

The prospect of them going to the doctor’s just delights me so much. I actually made a little minicomic about it but I never finished it. I’d want to redo it to do it justice because I’m just so excited about them having to deal with this situation lol

An extremely absent-minded doodle lol, I was thinking about Edgar’s watch of all things. I think I did draw this on a Wednesday

Was trying a few pose references to finish digitally and somehow this spaghetti sketch was the best of the three lol. They look like theatre masks

Oh very cursed! Very cursed! Thanks me, how very cursed. I had to tho, this colour is called “Liar’s fave” and it somehow perfectly matches how I’ve been drawing his glasses. I think I prefer the censored version tho haha. Also surprisingly not a TGWDLM reference, I just wanted to draw him with weird coloured eyes

I was thinking about the weird, twisted ways Edgar gets “compliments”, especially from Nny, and the line “Anything in the right context can sound sweet. Isn’t that right, my dear?” accompanied by this pose made it’s way through my head. I didn’t expect the perspective lol

Oh my gosh, a main character, how’d that happen

I wanted to try grawlix swearing and had the idea of Scriabin buying stuff that neither of them would use just to piss off Edgar, so 👏 Also “taking a coat partway off” is one of my favourite kinds of poses and I so rarely draw it! Thanks, Edgar

A combination of thinking about how often they kiss (ironically about how Edgar was Scriabin’s first real kiss After, but this is almost certainly Before?? I dunno) and bruising. I only wanted the second one but my hand was not behaving >:| It did at least give me the image of Edgar’s tears falling through Scriabin’s fingers

He’s never had real eyes before, would he remember to blink if he started focusing really hard? I’ve had eyes my whole life and I forget to blink sometimes

Slowly but surely improving on his wings. I finally realized what they remind me of - hands! I guess that seems obvious lol, demon wings are usually based off bats, aren’t they? Just goes to show how many wings I’ve been basing off arms rather than hands. Probably doesn’t help that I usually draw fingers with two joints instead of three haha. Starting to understand how to keep the silhouette clean while still adding lots and lots of yarn as well, yay

Is he being sarcastic or saying it in earnest? That’s the fun part, you never know! Scriabin being vague on whether he’s being nice or rubbing salt in the wound has appealed to me for quite a good while. I think he less skirts the line and more falls on both sides simultaneously haha

Yet more wings! I liked the idea of each of them having a distinct silhouette but Scriabin still posing behind Edgar, so you can tell his wings are his own but they’re still muddling Edgar’s outline

So that’s most of my unfinished sketches and doodles that I couldn’t figure out where else to put! From early June up through September, what a ride ♪

#💟#Doodles #Art #Sketchdump #Scriabin #Edgar #Todd #Nny #Devi #No blood this time around but some light abuse and light tenderness throughout #Since I talked about each one in the body text the tags are gonna be so spoiler-free this time around lol #I talked about a few of them phrased in a way like I want to finish them - I do it just might take a while #I'm mostly just done /actively/ drawing Vargas - I'm sure I'll still do the occasional doodle and I have a couple projects yet to finish #But even with just my backlog I'd have enough Vargas doodles to keep my queue running for months lol - so no new ones if I can help it #Speaking of the backlog some highlights include: multiple instances of Moth Edgar - at least one Spongebob meme lol -#Honestly just a lot of memes lol I have like ten or so lol - a BG/domestic object(s) idea - a couple more Minecraft shitposts -#And a whole goshdang voice-acted shitpost I just really love shitposts lol #I have no idea if/when/how many I'll get to but I still love them all lol #Anyhow - hope these are enjoyable uwu Even if I didn't finish them all I do still like them #Also I can't even imagine how this is gonna look on mobile lol soz

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thephantomofthe-internet · 4 years

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Read Into Me-Chapter 1: Wuthering Heights

Steve Harrington x Shy! Reader

CONTINUE READING THE SERIES HERE

Word Count: 2,849

Date Posted: 04/27/2020

Warnings: Swearing

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Flowers poked up between the sidewalk cracks, little white and yellow daisies blooming skyward, their heads turning to bask in the sun. Spring was bursting all over Hawkins, making the town reborn in pastels and Easter bonnets. Babies crawled around in the parks in white outfits, their mothers not worried about grass stains and cooing over their precious bundles of joy.

You crushed the daisies under your boots on your walk to school. You made a point to. They were begging to be crushed, stamped out by your heavy black soles. You didn’t like spring, you hated babies in their grass stained diapers and drool covered cheeks. You couldn’t place why you hated the season, it wasn’t as if you hated the cold or the rain which plagued March and early April, you adored the sound of rain on the Plexiglas roof of your family’s sunroom, thunder in the distance and swirling grey clouds swarming the sky. Then again, that wasn’t what spring wanted to be. Spring wanted to be beautiful bursts of colour and birds singing from their nests, babies crying into life and everything turning green.

Your hatred might have sprung from all that green, your mother had insisted on you taking up an artistic skill, supposedly because it made young women more worldly and affable, and sat you in art classes where you painted bouquets of flowers and bowls of fruit for hours every week. You didn’t hate art; it had become a release for you, a place to vent your emotions and makes something from your mind’s spinning thoughts. You’d filled sketchbooks and canvases with images of aliens and stars and snails. You liked to doodle snails and hourglasses on the margins of your homework. But your favourite thing was to draw your classmates. You were a quiet person, a sensitive soul according to your grandmother, and so often time’s people would ignore you flat out or discount your presence. This didn’t bother you so much, it gave you the chance to look at them without anyone asking any questions, to sketch out their image in charcoal and graphite, covering your hands in black and grey smudges. Your hands were constantly stained black, up the side of your hand to the tip of your pinkie, which meant that your jeans and shirts and sweater cuffs were smudged and stained.

You were sat on the football field’s bleachers one cool April morning, your best friend Samantha Cameron sat next to you, thin headset around the back of her head. She was unable to pull the headset around her black spiked hair, purposefully ghastly pale with black lips. You could hear the muffled sound of Siouxsie Sioux and the Banshees playing at top volume as her head bounced to the beat, her black high tops kicking at the seat below you. You had your sketchpad out, trying to capture the stiff movement of her hair with the graphite piece clutched in your hand.

Samantha turned to look at you with a smile “You get it right yet?” she asked. She could see the annoyance in your face as you rubbed at the drawing, trying to smudge the stray hairs trying to escape the harsh gelling she’d done that morning. Just like your drawing, you suspecting that she’d been unable to get it to do exactly as she wanted.

“It’s getting there, it’s not moving right yet…” you muttered, pulling your lip into your teeth, chewing hard on the skin.

“You have like, four of me as is, I think you’ll survive if it isn’t perfect.” Samantha chuckled, pulling her headset down around her neck, twisting her long strand of pearls around her index finger.

“And I like this one best, your hair is moving so interestingly today…” you swiped at the page, pulling the eraser gum out of the coils and rubbing out the mistake you’d made, adding more shake to the tips of the centre point.

“Besides,” you chuckled “I’m not gonna have the time to get any good sketches of you with post-its in your hair this year.” Usually, you and Samantha would try to take one class together a year, but she had to switch her English class to first semester so she could snag a gym credit to train for potential college reps. She wanted to be a Wellesley girl and get a scholarship for soccer and she needed to be a top performance to get one.

You sighed, turning away from her. “I still hate that Mr. Lawrence insists on group work…” you muttered. You understood her decision, but you felt a bit nervous about being on your own. You’d gone to school with the same kids for your whole life, but being on your own with no one to depend on socially for a whole semester scared you.

Samantha wrapped an arm around your shoulders “You’ll be fine, you know that he usually assigns partners anyway.” She said, rubbing your bare skin gently.

“I know I just really don’t want to get stuck with some nitwit.” You replied. On cue, the bell blared from the outdoor speakers and you closed up your notebook, sliding your graphite and eraser gum into the coils and shoving it into your backpack, stringing it around your shoulders.

Mr. Lawrence’s hair had gone white long before he’d begun to show to process of aging on his face. His only wrinkles were from tension on his forehead and around his mouth. His white hair was a sort of burst of smoke around his head, always puffed up around his head and never fully settled into a style. You smiled when you walked into his classroom, taking a seat in the far back corner. You’d already gotten a sketch of his puffy cloud hair, so you left your notebook closed. The rest of the class trickled in, clumped in their little groups and chattering loudly, taking up the seats around you. Nobody paid much attention to you, which didn’t bother you as much as it used to. It still left a weird feeling in the pit of your stomach. You wished that you had your headset, so you could block out the sound from your peers.

You hoped that the seat next to you would stay empty, that people would avoid you and let you sit quietly. It hadn’t before the break, but the room had been set up in little table groups of four. Now, the room was set up in three rows, two desks pushed next to each other all the way down. Mr. Lawrence had already had to yell twice for people to not move the desks, a sign of little cliques forming. Vicki Clarke had tried to pull the desk next to you over to turn the end of the middle row into a fire hazard, causing Mr. Lawrence to yell out for a third time. Vicki rolled her eyes, but released the desk, taking the desk next to the free one, leaving a clear space between her and you. You didn’t mind; Vicki always smelt like artificial apples, from the cheap body spray she slathered herself in at her locker and the scent gave you a headache.

Tina Martins practically ran to Vicki as the bell rang out, immediately calling to Vicki “Move that desk over!”

Mr. Lawrence rolled his eyes “Miss Martins we are not moving any desks in this room. Take a seat.” He announced. Tina’s shoulders sunk, but she obeyed without an argument, taking the seat to Vicki’s right. Then, the reason for all the commotion walked in, late slip in hand.

Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington was still something to talk about, even after being horrifically dumped by Nancy Wheeler, he was still a hot object around the school, especially for girls burned by the newest small town hottie Billy Hargrove. Vicki and Tina were two primed recent burn victims, Tina having tried and tragically failed to get Billy’s attention at her own house party and Vicki being the first ‘hump and dump’ victim of the notorious man whore. Steve’s sad boy behaviour had attracted the attention of many bleeding hearts throughout the school, letting themselves get their hearts drained by his succubus heartache. And here he was, puffed up like a robin, his bright red member’s only jacket mimicking the red breast on the bird, his hair perfectly coiffed and glinting in the florescent lights. Heartbreak had done his ego good, teaching him that girls were a dime a dozen if you were hot and sad. The concept of preying on vulnerable girls made you sick to your stomach.

Steve handed his late slip off to Mr. Lawrence and he stamped it with the date punch he kept on his desk. “Welcome Mr. Harrington, please take a seat so we can begin.” He said, his rectangular glasses sliding off his nose as he spoke.

Suddenly, the energy in the room changed. It was then that you realized the class was mostly girls and every single girl in the room was staring at Steve. It was obvious to you in an instant: they wanted Steve to sit next to them and they were all out of luck, sat next to friends or other girls desperate for the same attention. The bargaining began, girls whispering to the person next to them to move, sliding cool erasers or lipsticks over onto the other desk, peace offerings they hoped someone would take. Mr. Lawrence’s classroom had fallen to jailhouse rules and you sat wondering when the first person would pull their shank. No one moved as Steve made his way to the back of the class. Then, another thing became clear-you were the only person with a free desk next to them. Vicki waved shyly to Steve as he took the seat and you tried to disappear. The whole room’s eyes were now on you and unlike Steve you absolutely hated it. You wanted to disappear. Now, you were enemy number one to every girl in the room.

“Alright, let’s begin then, yes?” Mr. Lawrence clapped once and commenced the lesson “Welcome to your last two months of English! I’m passing around the breakdown for your final assignment and copies of our last reading for the course, Emily Bronte’s Wuthering Heights.” The class groaned. You’d been hoping for a lighter, more modern read, something at least from that century. But you knew that Mr. Lawrence loved a classic and had to follow the suggested readings for your grade dictating by the state. You took your tattered copy and wordlessly handed the pile off to Steve, who didn’t notice that it had landed on his desk until Vicki pointed it out with a giggle.

“Now, everyone turn to their desk mate. He or she will be your editor and writing partner for the final essay of the year!” your heart dropped. You were stuck with Steve. And he was an idiot. Every stupid thing you’d heard uttered from a classmate’s mouth had always been from his. He once asked who the US was fighting in World War two. He spent one class arguing with a teacher that Beth didn’t die in Little Women, not believing it even when the teacher sourced the exact page when Alcott revealed it. He once failed a health assignment because he mixed up the names for the parts of the male and female. Literally mixed them up, your seventh grade health teacher had provided them for the worksheets and told the class to cut the out and glue them on and he mixed up all the words into a pile. He was an idiot!

Tina’s hand shot up fast and Mr. Lawrence called on her. “Mr. Lawrence, can we be a threesome with Steve?” She asked loudly, smirking over at you. Vicki giggled at the word ‘threesome’, hands clutched over her mouth.

“But then what will Y/N do? She won’t have a partner.” Mr. Lawrence flashed you a small smile and you just about threw up. This was all too much for you, too much attention, too many people looking at you.

You raised your hand timidly “I’ll be fine if that’s what they want to do. I don’t mind working on my own…” you said, your eyes locked on the course breakdown.

“See, Y/N can handle herself.” Tina said. If you knew Tina to be anything other than mean and condescending, you would’ve taken that as a compliment.

“I want every student to have work edited and reviewed by a classmate before I look at it. I’m sorry, but I’m not making exceptions to the rule. If your desk mate wants to switch with Steve, then that’s another thing entirely, but you cannot be a group of three.” Mr. Lawrence laid down the law on that and moved on with the lesson. While Tina and Vicki attempt to convince one another to switch seats and let the other have Steve, neither would budge and Steve seemed utterly uninterested in their spat. To be fair, he didn’t seem interested in the lesson either. He had taken to drawing on the surface of his desk, scratching his initials into the wood.

“Now, for your first assignment back, I’d like you to write me a piece on your spring break. Nothing fancy, just one page typed. We’ll write the first draft today and exchange it with our partners to be edited and rewritten for Friday.” He announced “When you’re done, read chapters one through three of Wuthering Heights.”

With that, the semester had begun again and everyone went to work. Voices took over the room, people chattering around you. You felt a pair of eyes on you, but you flipped open your binder to a clean sheet of paper and began writing out your simple description of your break. You knew that Mr. Lawrence didn’t actually care about what you had done or had to say, only that you’d done the work and had proof of editing for it. This was a practise for the main event. Still, you could make a page out of art classes and driving to Carmel with Samantha to see some random band in the basement of a dive bar. You could even make it interesting for him. But, something still made your stomach churn. You didn’t want Harrington looking at your writing. You didn’t consider yourself the next Hemingway, but you could write an essay. What worried you wasn’t being told that you were wrong. It was letting him into your mind at all. You didn’t know Steve and he didn’t know you, what if he didn’t understand you? He wouldn’t understand you.

You looked up from your work to see Steve looking blankly at you. You met his eye, raising your brow at him. He looked away fast. You didn’t know what it was about, your hands came up to your face, wiping at your cheeks and mouth. Maybe there was something on your face. Maybe your hair looked silly. Maybe he was making fun of you. That had to be it. He was making fun of you. Vicki and Tina were always bugging you and Samantha, maybe he was joining in. It wasn’t your fault that Mr. Lawrence had forced you two to be partners. You pulled your body away from his, curling into yourself.

When the bell rang, you pulled your work into your bag, making a break for the door. You had your free period next and were desperate to finish your drawing of Samantha. You didn’t need to have her in front of you to catch the right details; you’d drawn her a million times.

You had barely made it into the hallway when Steve grabbed your arm, pulling you back with a cocky grin “Whoa, slow your roll there kiddo,” he chuckled. Your skin prickled under his hand and you wanted nothing more than to disappear. You stopped dead in your tracks, pulling away from his hand carefully.

“So, how’re we doing this?” he asked, his attention moving from you to the yelp of Tommy Hanson. You didn’t need to look to know that Carol Perkins was beating him with her bag again. That was a weekly occurrence.

“Write your stuff and hand it off to me in class. I’ll edit anything up till forty-eight hours before it’s due. I’ll give you my stuff when you give me yours.” You said quickly, crossing your arms tightly over your chest.

“Sounds cool,” Another cry from Tommy, this one more directed at Steve, drew his attention fully “Alright, I’m coming Hanson! See ya around.” He directed the farewell to you, bounding off towards the source of the sound. Even when his presence was gone, you still felt his fingertips on your arm.

Samantha threw her arm around your shoulders, rebooting your systems again. “Hey, what was that about?” she asked, leading you away from Mr. Lawrence’s classroom and towards the gym, her next destination.

“That was because you fucked me over.” You sighed. It was going to be a long month.

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Real Family (Platonic)

Imagine: Being in a new family and barely knowing them was something that used to hurt, but not something you weren’t used to. What you aren’t you used to, however, is when that family actually have your back.

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It was weird, in a way. To be thrust into the Hart family only about a year ago and still not having much come out of it. Your mother was well meaning, and your dad was ok. But your sister was just kind of there….

You got it, she had a group of friends and you were a newbie into her life that stayed at her house and shared her last name. That, and you were younger by a month and a male.

Then again, you had done this before. You were just waiting until you apparent “forever family” sent you back.

She entered the detention room without even sparing a glance your way. It would’ve hurt, maybe, once upon a time. But, now you were used to it; embracing (well, that’s not the word, but take positives where you can, right?) that you just were not destined to find that forever home, just kind of bounce from once place to another.

Still, your mother had tried to mend it, bless her, “You shouldn’t talk like that, Y/N. There’s still hope for it. Kim is just used to being an only child. But…we aren’t leaving you; we aren’t giving up on you like your nothing, that’s not what a family is…we stick together.” Was what she had said one time. Nice sentiment, but zero truth to it.

You watched as the new kid…. someone, you weren’t paying attention, slapped the shit out of the local bully. To be honest, that did put a smile on your face.

Then, well, then your sister as gone. You just sighed to yourself, going back to your random doodling on your page.

You scoffed when you saw that you had almost been going down memory lane too much, ending up drawing a very close resemblance to a drawing you had of a family you had drawn when you were yong; your parents, sister, and yourself all with badly drawn smiley faces on.

“So, this is where you come every Saturday instead of practice.” Kim’s friend said, words that made her on edge a little, “God, this must suck.” Fair was faux sympathy in the words.

“It does.” Kim admitted.

“Well, then you shouldn’t have sent Ty that picture of me.” The ‘friend’ taunted.

“That’s not exactly how it happened. I mean, he’s a liar; and he threatened my brother.” Kim clarified.

“You punched his tooth out.” Kim almost rolled her eyes at the accusation.

“They put it back. Besides, it made him leave Y/N alone.” She defended herself.

“Water under the bridge now. Let’s move on.” Kim let out a sigh of relief.

“Oh, thank god.” She said, moving some hair out of the way.

“We’re moving on. Without you.” Shit, “Cutting you out. Literally.” Her now ex-friend said as a photo of the three girls was taken out along with some scissors. Then, in front of Kim’s face, the part of her in the photo was taken out and dropped to the floor like it was nothing.

“You can show up for cheer practice if you want, but I wouldn’t.” Was the threat that was made as the photo of the now two besties was slammed onto the wall next to the mirror with the scissors holding it up, “Who knows, maybe this will actually make you talk to your dorky brother.”

With that, they walked away.

When she went back down with her new haircut, she saw that you weren’t there. How had you managed to get out? She couldn’t say, and she had no idea where you would go.

It was like you didn’t exist.

It was later, and dark, and you were still out. You knew your sister would go on these types of walks too, it was something you would do. Being older by a few months and having lived here her whole life meant that she knew the best places in town.

“Hey,” You turned, seeing the guy from detention.

“Hey back.” You said, bit cautious, but the guy seemed to be one of the good ones, “Bully beater boy.” You cringed at the nickname.

“Jason,” He said, holding out a hand.

You shook it, “Y/N…. Hart.” He squinted his eyes a bit at you at your hesitance with the last part. However, he didn’t question it (something you were thankful for.)

“Late night walk?” He asked.

You nodded, “Late night walk. Normally go to the places that my sister stopped going to a while ago.” He nodded, again not asking for context.

“Fair –” A splash got your attention.

Ah, that this was where your sister went.

You looked back at Jason, seeing a look that did make you gag internally. But you knew your place here, “Go talk to her. She’s friendly, if a tiny bit guarded.” You advised him.

“You sure?” He asked.

“Sure, it’s not like I can stop you.” He chuckled a bit, before you took your leave.

An explosion in a restricted area brought you and four other kids together in a quarry. Again, when you and your sister arrive, there wasn’t much of an acknowledgement on either side.

“Oh, really, Einstein? Restricted? As in, we shouldn’t be standing on crazy rocks doing Karate Kid moves, right?” One of the guys said. A sarcastic wit, ok, you liked him.

“Uh…guys….” The one that had caused the explosion, Billy you thought his name was, said.

There was some back and forth, before thee was a rockslide. You all dove away.

As you all got up, however, you felt a hand on your shoulder, and another go under your arm as you turned and slowly got up.

When you fully had and had stopped coughing, you saw who had helped you up.

It was Kim.

“Are you ok?” She asked, seemingly genuinely concerned.

Despite what you told yourself about your dynamic, you let this moment be and just nodded, “Yeah, I’m ok. You?” The question was out of instinct.

She nodded, seemingly letting this moment be too, “Yeah, yeah, I’m ok.” She said. It was probably the first words you had actually said to the other in like……a few months, almost bordering on a year.

There were coins hidden inside, and the sarcastic one helped you all chip them out. Yours was orange, not a bad colour.

However, mine security made you all snap back to reality and out of the sci-fi show you were in.

Kim hand grabbed your arm, sensing the daze you were still in, and pulled you with her. You were running with the other girl.

“Come on, Y/N!” She both said in encouragement and a reminder of the stakes of being caught.

A van was then aside you; Jason and Billy had come back for you.

This was new, someone coming back and helping you. What was more surprising, was Kim pushing you in front of her and getting you in the van first, before herself and the other girl.

The rest was a blur, but you were sure that a train was involved.

You were shaken awake the next day by your sister, “Y/N! Y/N, wake up.” She hissed, but in a worried tone, not an angry one.

You peaked an eye open, seeing her crouched down so you met eyes with each other, “What?” You asked, barely awake.

“Look,” She whispered, showing you her crushed phone.

You were now a bit more awake than before, “That time of the month.” Despite the fear she had on her face at the event that had just transpired with her phone, she let out a snort as she shook her head.

“Are you ok?” You tilted your head at her question, “With the train thing, you’re not hurt, are you?” She asked, looking at you to see if there were any injuries.

However, at your look, she then tilted her own head, “What?”

“Just, a family did that once when I was going back, they weren’t…. they weren’t the best.”

Her eyes turned to sadness, but to you it was pity, “It’s fine, most were a bit better than that. The good ones always sent me back but felt bad about it. Guess that’s family though, right? Leave ‘em when they become dead weight?”

She wasn’t sure how to respond, she didn’t really know you; now she did, and it was painful to hear what you had gone through before being brought into her family.

Your alarm went off again, and you slammed your hand on it, only it shattered. You both jumped as it broke.

“Holy shi- “

“Hey!” She stopped you before you could finish it.

You rose an eyebrow, but decided not to rebuttal, “We need to find the others.” You suggested, getting out of bed now and going to get some close.

“Ok, good idea.” She both agreed and praised, going out to change into her own clothes.

Here we go, you thought.

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In school, Kim grabbed Jason. You, meanwhile, were instructed to keep an eye out for the others but stay out of trouble (that last part was from Kim, she even through a hair ruffle before leaving). You found Billy, basking in the glory of having accidentally kicked a bully’s ass.

Now, you liked the kid enough from what you’d seen of him, but you knew that he wouldn’t be able to take him without help.

Ah, the coins.

You then saw your sister enter; she nudged her head behind her when you met eyes. You nodded, making your way over as she sat next to Billy, surprising all the other people the boy had called friends (who you knew were the clichéd bullied ones, so seeing Kim sat on their table would be an odd thing).

As you walked over, you saw one of Kim’s old friends, “Nice hair.” The bitch sneered as she passed Kim. Your sister sighed, but ultimately took it in stride.

When Kim caught your look, she put a hand on your shoulder, “Don’t, leave them.” Was all she asked.

Then she turned to the boy she asked to see, “Billy, look at me,” He did so, “Do you feel weird?”

“You mean like weirder than usual?” He questioned.

“Yeah. Different.” Kim clarified as she placed her coin on the table.

“Oh,” Billy checked to see if the area was clear before he placed his own down. You followed, then Jason did as he joined you.

“Listen, we know something happened up there, ok? I’m not the same.” Jason said.

“Me either. Oh! I’m strong.”

“How strong?” Kim asked.

“Like, insanely strong.” Billy answered, pleased with the answer. Ok then, so it wasn’t just you.

“I feel like we need to go back up there.” As Kimberly made that suggestion, your coins started to vibrate. You all slammed your hands on them.

“Probably a good idea before someone actually notices.” You added.

“The counter’s boiling.” Jason noted. Then, your coins started to leave burn marks on the counter, things started to vibrate as food spilled and bubbled. Cans started going off and everyone started to scream as it did so.

A natural reaction. However, it hit Kim’s old friends.

The four of you looked at each other, “We’re going back today.” Jason seemed to think he had to say.

“Yeah.” Kim answered.

“Whatever you say, boss man.” Was your one.

“Can I ask you a question?” You asked as you got in the passenger seat, with Kim as the driver.

“Sure.”

“When did you pass your test?”

As she answered, she started up the car, “Not long before we adopted you, why?”

“Nothing, don’t worry about it.” You said, deciding to just leave it.

“Hey, no, you can ask me. You know that, right?” She assured, pulling out of the garage.

“…. Ok, yeah. Sorry.” Your voice had gone quieter with those words.

“You don’t have to feel bad about asking questions, not to me or anyone else.” She told you.

“Sure. I’ll keep that in mind.” You said, as she went through the thoughts that were now on her mind: mainly about who made you think that asking any question was wrong.

You picked up the other two, even moving to the back seat so Jason could sit next to your sister. All three insisted that you didn’t need to, but you just gave the guy a genuine smile and got out and moved to the back.

Now, you were passing where this whole thing had started, seeing police and what not gathered around.

You all shared a nervous look, “Let’s just keep going.” Kim said, taking a calming breath.

You made it with no issue, walking to the top of the hill and looking down below. However, now there was someone there that you recognised.

“Guys, look. Look, it’s that guy again.” Your sister said as you all recognised him as the sarcastic one from before.

“Find anything interesting?” Jason yelled down to him, his voice echoing around the place.

“If I do, I’m keeping it!” Was his response.

“We know why you’re here.” Kim shouted.

“Oh yeah? You guys wake up surprised to be alive and jump over a house?” The guy asked.

“Yeah,” You all looked to Billy, “Kinda. Well…. No. Look, we’re all different, alright? Everything’s different.” As he concluded his piece.

“You’re Zack, right?” Ah, so that was his name.

“Yup.” Zack confirmed.

“You still go to Angel Grove?” Jason’s question gained a laugh from Zack.

“Sometimes. You know, the other girl was here to, about an hour ago.” He informed you.

Billy then pointed to her, “You mean that girl right there?” He said.

“Hey! Come on down! We should figure this out together!” Jason ordered.

However, that girl was then scrambling up rocks impossibly quick.

As you all watcher her, Zack then followed.

Then, after a run-up, your sister was following too, jumping way too far than an average human can/should.

“Ok, then.” You said, taking your own run up and jumping. Kim’s landing worked, your’s was more of a tumble than a landing. But you were quick to get back up and start running again.

When you had caught up, the other girl was surrounded by the others and a massive hole in the ground.

“You have a coin. We have a coin. We should just talk about this. I mean, we don’t know what this…” Kim was cut off when the girl was sailing over to the other side. Having a landing just like your own was.

Zack was next, despite your sister’s pleads for him not to. He landed right on his face.

“Alright, come on, jump with me.” She asked Jason, before looking at you.

You looked down the hole, gulping a bit at the drop below. You looked back to your sister, “I’ll uh – I’ll meet you over there.” You said, voice trembling a bit.

She looked like she wanted to say something but decided against it. She nodded, “Alright, see you there.” She said with a timid smile.

“You got this, guys!” Jason encouraged you. You heard the words, but the thumping in your ears was louder.

Your breaths were quicker, your hands on your knees.

“Y/N!” You looked over to Kim, who had an encouraging smile, “You got this!” She yelled, faith in her words.

You looked to Billy after he had finished his ramble about the odds, “You ready?” You asked, not wanting to go alone.

“Are you?”

“No.” You had to be honest.

With that, you both jumped. Billy barely landed it, you landed fully and rolled. Kim grabbed you to stop you from rolling further, “Got you, I got you.” She assured you as Billy got himself up and cheered.

After Kim had helped you up and wiped any grass on you away, you all clapped for Billy. Kim put a hand on your shoulder and gave it a pat.

However, during that cheer, the poor kid fell back into the hole.

Although, to your surprise, he was ok. He had even called up for you to follow him down.

“Go on, I’ll meet you down there.” Kim said, giving you a pat. And then a push.

You hit the water, coming up for air right as Kim and the other girl hit it too. As you all came up, you noticed your coins glowing.

Billy then led you down, underwater towards something that held your distorted reflection. As it turned out…. you were upside down in that world.

You all fell down.

“Ow.” You sounded for everyone else.

“The walls are shaking.” Kim noted as she put her hand to it. Billy, again, led the way.

However, none of you were expecting what was on the other side. A big ass spaceship looking thing.

Jason’s coin then opened a door, one that you all – cautiously – walked through.

Now…. Well, now you were inside the big ass spaceship.

Parts of the ship seemed to react to your coins, turning and twisting.

Obviously, you weren’t exactly fans of this. So, you did the only thing you could think of.

You ran. Kim grabbed your arm as you were about to pass her, pulling you into her hiding spot next to her. A simple wall-ish pole. Not much, but it was better than nothing.

You all ran to the girl as she screamed, acting as if you were prepared to fight, “We will kill you.” Jason tried to sound strong.

“Kill me? How?” Ok, good point.

“There’s six of us.” Kim said, liking those odds.

“Yes, I know! I’ve been waiting for you!” The…. robot? alien? Thing? Cheered, “Wait, where’s the other guy? 1,2,3,4,5…. Oh! There he is.” He said, meaning Zack and pulled him towards you.

Apparently, the thing had been waiting 65 million years for you….as of Monday. He held his arms out, but you all backed up, Kim putting you behind her a little.

You did what it asked and turned around, seeing a massive command like centre with a giant screen. It gave you its name of Alpha. And it was an android, so close.

Its next demand was simple, step on the podium like things.

Billy was first, who then beckoned you on. You all followed suite.

The silence as then broken by a massive BANG! As lights turned on around you and the screen seemed to literally come to life.

Alpha and a giant – and I mean GIANT – face communicated in a language you had never heard of before. But it seemed like the wall was getting more and more pissed off. Jason grabbed the girl as you all found your escape plan.

Kim grabbed you by the arm, hauling you up. However, just as you reached the exit, the door closed.

Alpha only asked you to come forward, even adding a “please” at the end.

You all looked at each other, there was no other choice.

So, the wall was called Zordon.

“You mean to tell me that the fate of the universe is placed in the hands of these…. These children?” Zordon asked as his face moved along the wall.

Zordon then gave your little band a name: The Power Rangers. There were some that came before you, as Billy deduced, and they protected life.

You could’ve used some before, then.

There was a thing called a Zeo Crystal, all life pretty much. All planets that had life had a bit of the crystal in them.

While Kim did have a point, that this all was a bit ridiculous. Being lifted into the air was not.

You were then in the main part of the city, with everyone turned to stone. A woman with a green staff then rushed up to you all, she seemed to suck the life out of you all. She screamed in your face as she shoved you back, breaking apart what used to be people.

As you fell, you landed back in the ship. Getting told that the person you saw was Rita, a woman who would destroy the world in 11 months –

Sorry, days.

You looked at the other girl, seeing her face having the same message as your own: this was all too much.

So, you all took your chance and walked out.

Her name was Trini, “She’s new at school. Transferred in a month ago. We have English together, right?” Kim asked.

“And Biology. We sit next to each other.” You added, looking at Trini, she gave you a tiny smile.

“Wait, look. None of us really know each other, ok?” Kim looked a bit pained at the statement, looking to you. But somehow we were all in the same place at the same time when Billy found those coins.” Jason said, trying to get you all on his side.

Billy then jumped in with a question: Iron-man or Spider-man, which hero were you guys?

That question stayed with you as Kim drove you home. Jason had told you that he was going back there tomorrow. Another question was on your mind: Where you going to show up too?

You just looked out the window the whole way home, just the radio keeping you both companies.

When the engine died, you felt a hand on your shoulder, you instantly tensed. The hand was removed immediately, “Sorry, sorry. I’m sorry.” Your sister apologised as your breathing picked up again, you put your hands on the dashboard as you tried to calm it.

“Shit, sorry. My bad.”

“Hey, no. It’s not your fault.” She assured you, not making any move to physically support you, just in case.

You leant back in your chair, “Thank you.”

“For what?” She kept her voice soft.

“For – uh – for not uhm…. For respecting the whole no touch thing during that.”

“Of course, whatever you need.”

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You all did show up the next day and stood as Zordon played mentor. Three things: Never reveal who you are, never escalate a fight, and never use your abilities for personal gain.

You then moved to the podiums, trying to do a thing called “Morph”. Apparently, it would give you armour.

Full on sci-fi medieval shit.

The energy in the middle picked up it’s – well, it’s energy as Zordon tried to motivate you by telling you about who the rangers were: people sworn to protect life and warriors.

However, its grid died out very quickly.

Ok, so you were going to “the pit” to train without armour. You and Kim met eyes; you raised your brow: here we go.

There, creatures emerged from what looked like rock. These were putties.

Kim was training with you, she threw a punch, one you blocked and quickly flipped her over, “Oh, god.” She groaned as she got up.

“S-sorry.” You meant the words.

She jus smiled and shook her head, “You’re good. Come on, show me how to do that.” She asked. You tilted you head to the side, “I’m serious, I want you to teach me how to fight.”

So, you did.

“Where’d you learn this?” Your smile shook a bit at the question, her’s dimmed at the reaction.

“Less learning, more desperation leads to this.”

The days went on and on, with you all still ending up in pain from the Putties, but it led to you all getting better at fighting. Hell, Trini even had a sparing partner. You both could fight, both dirty when you needed to be. It had even led to the others watching you both with amazement as you both seemed to get a one up before reversing again.

No armour, but you were bonding. Paper’s being flung around at inhuman speeds when in class. You were still sat next to Trini, but both talking now, and you were all actually becoming…. friends.

“Heads up.” She said, but you caught it without even looking up. You raised your eyebrows before lowering them, she chuckled as you opened the note: “We should start a band.” It said.

You pocketed the note.

There was one time where Billy had morphed into his armour, when Zack and Jason had a fight. Zordon, however, was just a bit disapproving that you didn’t know how.

The thing most scary for you, though? You and Kim were actually functioning as a sibling duo. You both were talking and even shared some quirks: talking at the same time, eyebrow raising in sync, finishing sentences.

Having things go good meant they’d go wrong very soon. You were just waiting for the day that the bag would be dropped on your bed and you’d be told to go back.

That was what had led to you all having a campfire and sharing secrets about yourself. When it came to Kim’s turn, you saw her eyes turn glassy, she looked at you with this…. look. You couldn’t decipher it, but it meant something, “Not tonight. Skip me.”

“What about you, Y/N?” Jason asked. You looked from the flames to the guy.

“What you wanna know?”

“Why were you in the detention?” He repeated.

You sighed, closing your eyes: Fuck it, “Guy in school knew where I came from before…. The family I had before.”

“Wait, you were adopted?” Zack questioned.

You looked at him with a pained look, but nodded and continued, “Yup, lucky me. Been in and out a few times, probably will be a few more.” You didn’t mean the last part, but it just slipped out.

“…. What?” Kim asked, hurt.

“Mum’s been skipping town for a few days, why do you think that is?”

“Because it’s part of her job.” She managed to control her voice, but the anger was there.

“Ok.” You just decided to drop it. You were tired, of the cycle repeating itself again.

“Anyway, detention happened because that prick knew, and he threatened me about it. Threatened to tell everyone about what that last family was like.” You continued the original story.

“What happened?” Billy was the one who asked that one.

You looked back at the fire, “Let’s just say I’m lucky that I got out.” You left it there at that.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” You didn’t blame your older sister for asking the question, but still.

“Because I’m waiting for that shoe to drop, Kim. Hell, I still am.” You had heard about this, about how drink allowed you to bare your soul.

“Asshole.” She could mean either you or Ty; you wouldn’t blame her for either.

“And there it is.” You said, tilting your bottle as you laid down on the grass.

Home was sombre that night, and you heard Kim leave. You didn’t blame her; you both needed some time to comprehend everything.

You laid in silence, just hoping for sleep to take you. However, just as you were going to go to the land of sleep, the phone went off.

Groaning, you looked at the phone, seeing that you had in fact slept a bit, “Yeah?” You asked.

“Hey,” Trini’s shaky voice responded, she was almost frightened, “Can you meet me somewhere in a bit?”

“Trini –”

“Do you trust me?” She asked. It was a direct question, not one you could skirt around, you both seemed aware of that.

Unfortunately, your answer wasn’t one you wanted to say,

“Yeah.”

Going to the spot she asked you to go to, you found out that she had been attacked by Rita, and that your next destination was the old dockyard.

Jason gave a speech, all-be-it not a positive one, about how you were all screw-ups, but he wasn’t going to let this city burn without trying.

There was a lot of truth to his words. More than you would want to admit.

Arriving, you all picked up some weapons in the yard; mainly chains, pipes, and paddles.

Inside, you found a man tied up. However, looking up, that was just Rita waiting for you. She knocked you all back, and then the assault began.

It wasn’t fair, thinking about it, six vs one who had millions of years worth of experience.

In short, she kicked your asses fairly quickly and had you all tied up on the boat, “Five little rangers tied up like fish,” So, this was Rita in the flesh. She grabbed Jason’s face with her hand that was filled with sharp, long, nails, “The leader? Oh, hello, red.” At her taunt, Jason slammed his head into her’s.

She did seem to be a bit hurt by it, letting out a grunt at the impact, before she chuckled, “You’re not entirely disappointing. Look at you, trying to figure out my plan. I’ll just tell you: Yellow has led you to your deaths. Because I’m going to kill you, one by one, until you tell me, where is my crystal?” She walked as she talked, going up and down the line of you all, but she gave you a passing look before meeting eyes with Jason once again.

“We don’t know!” Jason exclaimed, or more sneered.

“No, Red. You don’t know! But guess what? One of you does. Who could it be?” She started to pace once again amongst you, “Eenie, meenie, miney…Orange,” She said, stopping at you.

Kim’s breathing shuddered as Rita grabbed your face, “Orange, always the youngest and the toughest of them all. Seems you didn’t break that cycle, did you? Well, you don’t know. But he does.” She looked to Billy.

Without wasting a second, she put the spear to Zack’s neck, sucking the life out of him, “Ok, ok! Don’t hurt my friends, alright? It’s at a dining establishment.” Billy said, giving in.

“Where? What does that mean? What’s it called?” Rita pressed.

“It’s a Krispy Kreme.” Billy said.

“Krispy Kreme…. this is a special place?”

“Very special.” Zack said.

“It must be. The source of life itself is buried there. Thank you, Blue, for being so weak. Zordon would lose all respect for me if I don’t kill you. At least one of you.” Rita said as she started to walk away.

“What –” Kim’s question was cut off when a pulse went off, hitting you, “NO!” She cried out as you went into the water, still tied up.

She heard the other’s shouting, crying out your name, but all she heard was her own wails and heart bumping in her ears, followed by a ringing sound.

They were then let go after a final taunt about not being ready, but Kim wasn’t listening, she was already at the rope, pulling back with all her might. She then felt the others helping, but the ringing only got louder and louder with each pull.

Jason and Zack laid you down, but Kimberly shoved them out of the way and went to work on unbuttoning a bit of your shirt, she then grabbed your head in her hands, “Y/N? Hey, you got this, come on Y/N. Come on…please. You’ve…. you’ve survived worse,” She was begging now, using the chats you had together about parts of your past families in an attempt to get a reaction from you.

Nothing came from it.

She put a hand to your neck but felt nothing. She sobbed, “He – He…. He’s dead.” She was the one to call it. Her brother was gone. She gently ran a thumb on your forehead as she repeated the news.

Her little brother was gone.

The ringing came back. She reached into your pocket at the feeling of something, it was a note. Opening it, it was the one she had thrown to you in class, the one about the band. That just made her sob more as she buried her head into your chest.

However, that ringing then stopped as she looked to the others, “Pick him up,” She demanded, voice gaining its strength back. When they didn’t act, she turned to them and roared, “Help me pick him up!”

For Kim, the journey back was like a dream. She only remembered being back and them all laying you down, Trini using her jacket as a rest for your head.

She had seen how you had been closest to Trini (right next to her, of course, in terms of closeness) she was happy that you had been trying to come out of your shell a bit.

To be honest, the home life she had seemed to be something you gravitated towards. She didn’t blame you.

She then turned to Billy, who had put himself in the corner, “Billy,” She called, approaching him, “This is not your fault, ok?” He didn’t seem sure of that, shaking his head and pressing his hands to his skull, “Hey, hey, hey, hey,” She said in a softer tone as she grabbed the hands and wrapped her arms around him.

She had lost one younger brother; she was going to be damned if she had lost another.

“This isn’t your fault, it’s not your fault.” She repeated a few times, before she felt Trini tap her on the shoulder, she silently motioned to your body.

Giving her friend a smile, she approached you and sat down near your had, grabbing one of your cold, limp, hands in her own and ran her thumb over it.

“I’m sorry guys,” Jason apologised, “He’s dead because of me.”

“No, Jason, it was all of us.” Kim tried to provide some sense of morbid comfort. It wasn’t going help; you were still gone.

“No, I pushed it. And as usual, I made the wrong decision. Out of fear, anger…. I don’t know, I was just so angry. He’s a good kid, you know. In his own way, he loved us. I think he loved being a ranger. Liked being special, liked being someone. I’m sorry, Y/N. I’d trade my life for yours if I could.” Jason said, moving and sitting on the step.

“Maybe – Maybe he traded his life for us.” Kim suggested.

“Yeah, probably did,” Zack stood up, “I would.”

“Me too.” It went without saying, but she still felt like she had too.

“Yeah, me too.” Trini voiced.

“Me too.” The boss man said.

“Me too.” Billy parroted in full honesty.

There was then rage in her eyes, a fire that had been lit, “There’s just the five of us now. The truth is, whatever we’ve said to each other, it doesn’t matter. This. This is the only thing that matters.” Kim was fierce with her words.

“She’s right.” Trini backed.

The next moment, the morphing grid started to energise once more. This time with more passion than ever before.

They all watched as Zordon’s face then disappeared from the wall as the lights flickered, before coming back on.

They all waited with baited breath, before the face then returned, “I know,” The wall said in regards to that being his only chance to comeback as a human, “But, only one of us could come back.”

You shot up, coughing and gasping for air.

Kim didn’t waste any time in running over to you and helping you sit up, before taking your arm and helping you up at your own pace.

Trini had also run over in support. They both looked both pleased, concerned, and confused.

“Are you ok?” Kim asked, over and over again as you got up.

“We got you. We got you.” Trini assured from your other side.

“Did I die?” You asked, still gaining your bearings.

“No –” Trini said her answer in conjunction with Kim’s, “Yes.” The two friends looked at each other of their contradiction.

“Little bit.” Zack was the middleman.

“And you guys brought me back?” Was your next question.

“Told you we were super-heroes.” Billy called out, making the other four laughs.

Kim pulled you into a hug, planting a kiss into your hair.

You were alive and breathing.

Then it was Jason, who put a hand on your shoulder and gave it a brotherly squeeze, “Welcome back, my friend.” He said with sincerity.

“Kr-We need to go to the Krispy Kreme’s, right?” You asked, still catching your breath.

“Ok, you’re right. Let’s try this.” Jason said, letting you go and moving to the platform.

Zack gave you a slap on the arm.

Trini gave you a sisterly kiss on the cheek and ruffled your hair.

Billy gave you a tight hug.

And Kim smiled, the brightest you had ever seen her smile.

“Hey.” You greeted.

“Hey.” She replied, more tears appearing (but happy ones, this time) before she wrapped you in an even tighter hug than Billy’s.

It lasted a minute or two, before she let go and wiped at her eyes, “Now, what you say we go get this bitch, together? We’ve got your back.” She told you, holding out a hand.

You looked from her to the others, who only waited for you both.

They weren’t leaving you. That wasn’t what family did.

You slammed your hand into your sister’s, “Let’s go get this bitch.” You agreed.

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You were in your armour. Yours an orange that wasn’t too bright. A helmet with a simple lined visor too it. It fit you all like a glove, like it was made for you all.

You saw the Putties as they entered the water above you (that never got old). You all shared a look, “Alright, let’s do this.” Your sister said, before looking to you. You nodded, before you all jumped through the water to confront them.

You hit them head one, giving one another momentum up to fight another. You crashed through one, and spotted another coming your way, that was cut off by Trini, “Got your back, kid.” She told you through the comms.

You kicked one going for her, “Got yours too.” You heard her chuckle before your sister grabbed your hand and threw you.

You punched through the Putty with ease, before your sister used you as a launching pad to get to one above you.

You then all flew out of the water, landing on the ground in sync.

You came face to face with another army. One that you all charged into.

You rolled over one, kicking another on your way down. With the first, you had grabbed him as you kicked his friend and threw him over your shoulder. Like a bowling ball, he hit two of his friends. They all shattered.

You ducked under another’s punch, throwing one back and breaking him apart.

“Duck!” Billy warned as he sailed over you and kicked one. You grabbed his hands and threw him up, using the distraction to take three Putties down fairly quick.

Kim ripped another’s head off and threw it to its friends, “No one hurts my brother.” She sneered as you both shared a nod.

You were all pushed to a cliff’s edge, when Zack’s zord came barrelling over the hill, smashing into the putties.

However, Billy called you over, stopping your small victory.

Your visor’s retracted, seeing what Zordon had called “Goldar” be the real deal.

“We’re going to Angel Grove. Let’s get the Zords.” Your sister ordered.

And you did, you all entered your own ones. Yours being a falcon, but an orange one. You looked at your sister through the window, giving each other assuring looks: here we go.

Then you all took off.

It started off well, with you and your sister in the skies and providing support form there. You both were in sync with one another, seemingly being able to tell who was going to do what, even barrel rolling past one another to get by.

In short, you were a team. An actual team.

Zack was being overwhelmed one minute, and the next he was free, “Thanks, buddy!” He called up to you as you flew past, but with a few putties on your zord.

“No problem!” You responded, now struggling to get rid of your new guests.

“Y/N! Turn to me and keep flying straight!” Your sister called.

You turned to her direction, going towards her with full speed, “Do you trust me?” She asked you.

You nodded, “Of course.” You answered, completely sure of your answer.

Just as you were about to collide, Kim pulled up and flipped around, knocking a few off before blasting the rest.

With an EMP from Billy, the Putties were all gone. But Goldar and Rita remained.

You made a line, Kim taking right flank, with you taking left. You all fired with everything you had, only to receive fire and punches. Your zord landed right next to Trini’s in the line. All you guys heard were each other’s groans as you got knocked around.

You were being pushed back, back into a fiery pit below.

“No one dies alone.” Jason said.

“I’m ok with that.” Billy was sure of his words.

“Go out as one.” You were sure of yours as well. You all continued to fire, but it was having no effect.

You looked over, seeing Trini struggling to stay conscious. To be honest, so were you.

You both shared a teary look: this was it.

“I love you guys.” You called.

“Love you too.” Was the response of those still awake?

“Thank you for being my friends.” Was Billy’s version.

With that, you all went over.

You all screamed as the fire took your zords. Only you heard clinking as well, as if things were going into place.

The old saying: Rise from the ashes like a Phoenix really did apply here.

You were all combined as one. A massive concoction of all your zord’s.

You were all connected.

It took some getting used to the controls – seeing who controlled which part – but you got the hang of it. With that, you all called out who was doing what and all worked in sync to do just that.

Then, it was just Rita. And with a simple flick of her wrist, Trini had sent her into space.

It was over, you had one with your new family.

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You and Kim walked out the house together, your parents still weren’t home yet. But you didn’t really mind. Kim was good at getting you two out of the house, be that for training, a walk, or for some food.

She knew that she would have a talk with your mother when she returned, but that could wait. School/Detention was first.

She put an arm around your shoulder, rubbing your arm as you both walked in unison to class.

“Ready, little bro?” She asked, looking down at you.

“As ready as I can be.” You answered, honestly. She nodded, taking it on board.

With that, you both but a hand to each door, and shared another look. Then, they opened.

Life wasn’t perfect, you still had a mother that was gone on a trip and a dad who was hardly around. But you had your brother’s and sisters to help you with anyone, and you would do the same.

Because that was what family was; loyal.

#kimberly hart imagine #kimberly hart x reader #power rangers imagine #power rangers x reader

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musictrash0426 · 3 years

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Killing Stalking

My name is Elizabeth Stevens, I’m 17 and it is one month until my senior year of highschool. Most of my friends are going crazy trying to plan out their futures. However, unlike my peers, I've known what I've wanted to be since I was 13. I want to be an artist, my parents fully support my decision which is nice. They have bought me plenty of professional quality supplies since my 14th birthday when they saw all the hard work I put into my art. I've even started selling prints of my work on Redbubble. I also have quite the following

Overall I live in a pretty good neighbourhood. It has great people, including my best friend Kai who lives a few streets over. My family and I live in a pretty large house. It has three floors which is a little big if you ask me. There are only the three of us living here, me, mom and dad. But with that being said my parents gave me the entire basement on my 13th birthday. They also helped me set up every room down here the way I want. Not much has changed, even after being down here for four years..

When you come down the stairs you are greeted with my lounge area. Where we have a couch, tv, game system, large bookshelf and some other things. Next we have my room where I have a fairly minimal look. I have a large bed, large dresser, a walk in closet, and my vanity where I do my makeup. The next room is probably my favourite; it's my art studio. Like I said my parents have supported me over the years so I have a lot of supplies. Honestly I couldn't be more grateful for them and everything they’ve given me. I have a full easel, desk, and a lot of supplies, markers, colour pencils, paint (water, acrylic, oils), alongside my new drawing tablet.

This morning when I got up, I went to my art room and started sketching. I've gotten into this habit as it helps me get into a creative mindset, along with getting into drawing for the day. Once I stop doodling I start to make a list of the things of supplies I had recently run out of.

As I was about to leave, I asked my parents if they needed anything. My mom told me to get her a drink from Starbucks on my way home as she knows I’m planning on going there anyways.

I get into my car and drive to the art store. Luckily this store is only 10 minutes from my house. I walk into the store and look for the supplies on my list. While going through the store, grabbing the things I needed, I decided I also wanted to try out a new paint while I was here. I got some winsor and newton acrylics in red, blue,yellow, sienna, black and white along with some mixing pallets. I also got a canvas as I want to make a large painting later.

My mom texted me asking if I could pick up milk and eggs. So I ran into the supermarket and picked up the few things she wanted. I then went to starbucks, got both my parents, and myself a few drinks, and went home.

I got out of my car balancing shopping bags on my arm,the drinks in my hand and I went inside. I put the milk and eggs in the fridge, gave my parents their drinks and made my way down to my art room to put my supplies away. I started brainstorming ideas of what I want to paint and I finally came up with a concept I liked. I open my sketchbook and I start to draw the rough copy of the picture before blowing it up on the canvas and painting it. While I am drawing out the picture I'm watching lavendertowne’s creepypastas series as it's one of my favourites on youtube.

In my concentration, I lose track of time, and before I know it it’s 4:30 pm. My mom walks to my art room saying her and dad are going on a trip for the next week. So I get the house to myself, which is cool. I've been home alone before. “Elle, you can have Kai over to stay for the week if you want.” mom said. “Also I transferred some money into your account so you and Kai can just order some food if you guys get hungry.”

“Thanks mom,” I say “ I love you.”

“Love you too sweetie.”

I walk upstairs with mom as her and dad are about to leave. I hug them goodbye and tell them to have a safe trip.

I decide to take mom up with her offer and invite Kai over for the week. Lately I haven't been wanting to be home alone. So I called him and he said he’d be over in 10 minutes.

I grab a glass of water and wait, before I knew it there was a knock on my door and it was Kai. I give him a hug and he smiles.

“It’s like we haven't seen each other in a while.” Kai teases me. We saw each other yesterday and I called him late last night because I just wanted to talk to someone.

Kai has literally been my best friend since we were both in diapers. Our moms grew up together so it was bound to happen that we would too. He’s my biggest support system, he’s one of the only people who know how I got into art. I watched a lot of anime growing up, I still do, and the art style is what got me into wanting to be an artist.

“Have you started a new piece yet?” Kai asked

“Yeah I have! And I just finished the rough copy” I say.

“Can I watch you work on it?”

“Of course you can silly,” I say with a grin. I show Kai the canvas to let him gauge what I’ve been working on.

“It looks really good!” But his face saddens a little bit. “Are you doing alright?” I give him a confused look. “You tend to draw horror pieces when you're trying to get yourself into a better place.”

Horror pieces are my favourite to draw. I don't have an explanation for it, but I've always liked them. Maybe it's because I loved horror shows growing up but who knows. I look back at all my works and Kai’s right. I tend to do these pictures more when I'm not the best headspace.

“You really know me, at this point it's mostly subconscious” I laugh “I was also watching creepypasta videos so the idea could have come from that. Anyways, what do you think about it so far?”

“I love it of course!” Kai says

I work on transferring it onto the canvas and after about 2 hours the pencil sketch is laid out. Once that's done we decide to go to the movies. We went and saw whatever Kai wanted to see. He picked some rom com which I wasn't mad at as I enjoy these types of movies.

After the movie we went to a sushi place for dinner. I wasn't that hungry so I got the rest of mine to go. Then we went to the supermarket to get some candy and pop for tonight. We decided that we were going to stay up quite a bit of the night so I can work on my artwork and we can just talk about life and stuff. We pull into the parking lot and head inside. This store is open 24/7 so we have plenty of time to get our stuff, but still it is 11:30pm and something makes the air feel very eerie tonight.

After walking around the store Kai and I look at eachother and we both feel like something is off because this uneasy feeling Kai and I hurry up and grab what we wanted. Kai and I decided to pick up Sour Patch Kids, gummy bears and some chips. We then went into the drink aisle where I picked out Dr. Pepper, and ginger ale. Kai picked out diet Pepsi and cream soda. We picked out the four flavours that we both love. We then decided to get a tub of cotton candy ice cream. As we were turning there was this lady who crashed her cart into ours as we were on our way to check out. I looked up and noticed that it was the same lady that had been in each aisle with us, which honestly didn’t make any sense as we just went to the isles we needed.

We check out of the store and head back to the car. After putting everything in the trunk of the car, I look up and see the same woman still there. What the fuck?

“Hey Kai, can you take the cart back please?” He nods and I get into the car and lock it.

I hear a knock that startles me and I look up. It was just Kai. I unlocked the door and he got in. “Wanna tell me why you had the door locked Elle?”

I look over and the woman gets into the car next to us oh great my horror brain made something out of nothing. She was also probably having a movie night with some of her friends.

“It’s nothing Kai, I think I’m just psyching myself out.”

“Okay.” With that we drove back to my place right in the nic of time too as it just started to rain. We shut off all the lights and lock the doors and windows upstairs. We head back down to my studio and I set up everything to begin painting.

I wanted something in the background while I was working so I put on Another. Kai and I have already watched it a few times but we didn’t want to start something new since I wouldn't be able to give it my full attention. Also it's a horror anime so it will put me in the mood for my painting.

I looked down at the outline I drew; it was a girl who had gone psychotic and had a knife in her hand. My plan is to add blood to her once the painting is completely dry, but first I start by painting the eyes. When they are finished they look very dead and already mentally gone inside. I take a break and lay my head on Kai’s shoulder.

“Tired?” he asks me.

“No, I just wanted a break.” We continue watching the anime after two more episodes. There was a bang of thunder and a flash of lightning, I looked out the small window and saw what looked to be a figure of a woman. I looked back to get a better look but she's gone. I must just be seeing things.

I brush it off then get back to my painting. About an hour later I finish painting the skin and I see another flash out of the corner of my eye. I think to myself how odd that is because there was no thunder. I brushed it off as the volume of the show probably just covered the sound. I decided to be done with painting for the night, so we moved out into the lounge area and continued watching Another. There was another flash and in the window we saw her. The woman from the supermarket was in my window.We were going to call the cops then with another flash she's gone.

We decided we couldn't take anymore horror tonight so we put on Ouran Highschool Host Club a few hours later we were on the episode where a character named Tamaki was trying to figure out his friend Haruhi’s biggest fear. When we see a flash of lightning in the episode, it also flashes here, and we see her silhouette again and she vanishes with the lightning once more.

Creeped out we went to my room and lay in bed, I cuddled into Kai because honestly I was shaking and needed comfort.

In the morning Kai and I woke up to banging on the door. I checked the time and it was 8:30 am. We got up and checked no one was there, but there was an envelope that said Elizabeth Steevens and Kai Kalua I brought it inside.

“Ummmm Kai?”

“Yeah?”

I turn the envelope to show him. We were both scared and didn't know what to do. We opened it and there were at least 40 photos of us, starting from when we were coming out of the movie. There were photos of us at the sushi restaurant, the grocery store, and the worst ones of all the ones that were taken looking into my house. Ones of us in my art room, in the lounge, and ones of us asleep in my bed.

Panicked, I call the police and they tell us to come down to the station. Since neither of us knew the woman's name they said there was nothing they could really do for us except to have us tell them if something else happens. Some help they were, I thought.

Kai and I went back to my studio and I continued working on the piece. This time our show of choice was Miria Nikki. As I was painting the hair I saw another flash and considering what happened last night we decided to go to my parents office and check the security cameras and lo and behold she's there on the property.

“Kai whats that in her hand?”

“I don’t know,”

I looked closer and saw that it was a knife. We once again called the police and this time they came, but hearing a car must have scared her. They came inside and asked to watch the cameras with us. Only this time she was at the back door that's connected to the kitchen and of course I happened to leave it unlocked…

“Oh Elizabeth, Kai, come out come out wherever you are..�� The woman sang out menacingly. Her voice rang through the house loudly causing me to look to one of the officers for advice

He nods for Kai and I walk out.

“There you two are,”

“Do we know you?” I ask, genuinely confused as to who this woman is.

“Yeah I don't know who you are either.” Kai said just as confused.

“I'm Chloe. I am in your art class.” She says.

We were both confused; we don’t remember having ever seen her before. Our art class had six people in it, us two, three other of our friends and some weird girl who doesn't talk to anybody.

“... you’re the weird girl in our class aren’t you?” Kai questions.

“What did you call me?” She asked with a defensive tone.

“What did you expect him to say, you literally refuse to talk to us. Then whenever the teacher praises my work, you get angry. Besides who goes around taking pictures of people in their own house! That is fucking creepy.” I say

“I get angry because you always get the spotlight! Give someone else a turn.”

“Elle gets the attention because she actually shows her artwork, you just sit in the back of the class and do nothing. If you want attention why ignore us when we try talking to you? What is your problem? And why do you have a knife?” You can tell Kai is starting to lose patience with the situation, as his questions get increasingly aggressive.

“So I can get rid of my competition,” she smiles sweetly.

“What competition? There is no competition Chloe” I ask

“What competition? I have liked Kai forever!” Chloe says frustrated, slightly getting closer to the two of them with the knife.

Kai puts one hand out towards her, while using the other to pull me back with him a couple steps, creating distance between her and I before he speaks again.“I will never like you. Besides there is only one person I like, and hate to break it to sweetheart but it's not you.” This makes me curious who Kai was referring to.

“Then who is it then?” she asks angrily

That's when Kai kissed me. I kissed him back, albeit slightly flustered. This caused Chloe to become enraged, she came towards us with the knife and that's when the cops came out and told her to put the knife down. She complied and dropped the knife as she didn’t realize that the police were here.

One of the two cops took her away as the other came and told us they were going to hold her and do a mental assessment on her. He also checked to see if Kai and I were okay. After we tell him we are he also leaves, leaving Kai and I alone to deal with this new revelation.

“Do you actually like me? Or were you just saying that to get her to stop…” anxious about the answer since I have liked Kai for a while, but didn't want to make things awkward with him.

“Elle I have liked you for a while but I didn't want to lose you.” Kai says as he pulls me closer to him.

I don't know how to respond, all my mind was telling me was ‘kiss him’. I pull him in by his shoulders to another kiss, quickly dispelling doubts either of us had. Kai placed his hands on my waist and melted into it. He pulls away and leans his forehead against mine, just holding me. For the first time in a few days I felt safe.

“Kai?” I ask in a quiet tone almost a whisper.

“Yeah sweetheart?”

“Can you stay while my parents are gone?” I don’t feel safe enough to be home alone, and you wanted to stay in the comfort that he gave you.

“Of course I can angel.”

#anime #alone #creepy #artist #high school #home alone #horror #oneshot #senior #stalker

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ayashiki-i-i · 4 years

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Sadly, whenever I spend 30+ hours on a drawing I hate it with all my being, but when I decide to doodle happy Grantaire and Joly as a background activity to my brain sorting out my head cannons and backstories for them, it comes out better than anything I’ve ever drawn before.

Well I say sadly but I’m veery happy with the result so then again... Ultimate happiness? That works I guess?

The results of that brainstorming going on while drawing this in a little ficlet under the cut!

It’s weird, sometimes, how little Joly’s lovers actually understand him. Joly’s mind tends to work best in tidily ordered boxes, sorting and labelling everything for Joly to find at a moment’s notice, and as such, he subconsciously divides his life into quite clearly defined stages. They stack on top of each other neatly like books in a series, and each book has it’s ordered chapters, divided into paragraphs. So far there are three books, three main seasons of Joly’s life - The Time with His Leg, The Time without his Leg, and The Time in University in Paris. And when Joly thinks about it, it’s even stranger to know that the only person to appear in all three books beside Joly, the protagonist, is Grantaire.

And Joly doesn’t know how to explain to Bossuet and Musichetta that this small, thin, boy’s limb that hasn’t been part of Joly’s life for almost twelve years now is the reason why they can never fully know who Joly is.

Joly’s left leg at this point is as foreign object to him as it would be to his partners and his friends in Paris, who’ve never seen it. And yet, it’s important, it’s important that Grantaire has seen it, even if he doesn’t think of it much (Joly hopes he doesn’t think of it much), it’s important that someone knows him from before he was broken, and from when he was healing, and now with all his scars.

Musichetta and Bossuet don’t understand why Joly won’t replace his old prosthetic with one of the modern, cooler, more functional ones. They are accommodating in every way, but they throw concerned looks behind his back when he’s stubbornly limping up the stairs in an old building that doesn’t have a lift installed, when Bossuet offered a piggyback ride to their desired floor. They cheerfully dive into research on disability access but Joly can see their smiles fade a little when they realise how limiting it sometimes can be.

But Grantaire never hesitates when it comes to Joly and his leg, or the lack of. The prosthetic’s been part of his life for nearly as long as it’s been part of Joly’s, from the moment Joly came back to school after the accident, still in a wheelchair because he could hardly make it three steps before tripping, and of all the kids gaping at his leg, the curly little boy Joly hadn’t been particularly friendly with before the accident, gasped:

“Cool! Like a pirate!”

And him and Grantaire were the best friends ever since.

Grantaire no longer gets disappointed if Joly can’t do something, because just like Joly, he doesn’t even think of what Joly can’t do, doesn’t get excited for a place or a trip and then come to a cold realisation they can’t go. He doesn’t even consider options that wouldn’t work for Joly and his leg, he moves straight to the ones that do. He doesn’t doubt Joly’s limits, because he was there when Joly was learning them, and he knows how important it is for Joly to do as much as he can independently.

He knows exactly which joke flies and which doesn’t without having to look to Joly’s face and second-guess himself. He knows what level of pain is tolerable and when Joly needs a break without asking.

But he also knows which set of Joly’s grandparents are ba and ong and which are grand-mere and grand-pere. He knows the names of all his little cousins in Vietnam. He knows never to mention the seventh grade maths. And how his nickname Joly came about.

Joly is sure, down to his bones, that one day, Bossuet and Musichetta will know all this too, and more. They’re not leaving, and neither is Joly. They will read Joly at the quirk of his eyebrow and a nod of his head and there will never be need for Joly to mourn a fake smile that just passed, or sigh before an explanation he would rather avoid. And he knows that as the chapters of his life will keep turning, Grantaire might appear on the pages less frequently. He might not even get a starring role in the next book. He will always remember the exact number of the child prosthetics Joly went through during his, admittedly short, growth spurt. But maybe he will not know how pretty the journey to Lyon to pick up a new 3D printed leg that Joly will have taken with his lovers was. He might remark on the cool design Joly has chosen, but he will not know how the poppy fields looked like they were on fire and how Musichetta parked by the side of the road so they could look and take pictures.

But for now Joly opens the door to his and Bossuet and Musichetta’s apartment, having found some errand for them to run, so him and Grantaire can spend some time on their own and R can work in peace.

“So, I was thinking,we probably won’t have time for another session before the Pride, so what about some rainbow colours?” Grantaire says, ever enthusiastic about art if about nothing else on Earth, coming through laden with paints and brushes and setting sprays.

“Oh that would be awesome!” Joly claps his hands excitedly and they sit down at their usual place in front of the french window.

They’ve done this ritual hundred times over since the primary school days, when Joly felt ashamed for his leg still and Grantaire came up with a colourful, creative solution to the problem. They sit mostly in silence, and Joly basks in it, basks in the comfort of being able to bring one person with him to every book, keep one action the same for now.

That’s why he doesn’t want to update his leg. He will, soon, and he will explain then to Bossuet and Musichetta, the cruelty of the children and the painful learning process of replacing a part of yourself with a cold, unfeeling object, and making it his own. But for now, he enjoys the leftover habit of that process, and the person who was with him through it all and - for now - knows him the best.

#les miserables #les mis #joly #grantaire #art #my art #this was supposed to be a little doodle and then it got its own life #i love Joly and R being bffs #and i love the softness and comfort of a lifelong friendship #they just know each other so well #in my modern au I’m still crafting their relationship mirrors E and bossuet #who are also childhood besties #and i really like it #i like writing it #and i like writing joly #i enjoyed this very much #tw disability

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Umbrella

While the girls are having a sleepover, the conversation turns to soulmates and the idea of tattoos on your skin revealing your true love. It’s just for fun. Isn’t it?

Based on the @mlweeklyprompts for the week: “Pen Tattoo.”

Also on Ao3.

“Soulmates are so romantic,” Rose cooed, fluttering her eyelashes while releasing a deep sigh and pressing her hands to her heart. Marinette tried to refrain from rolling her eyes, but could hear the quiet groans from the rest of the girls in the group. Her room was crowded with all her friends, blankets thrown all over the floor with their pillows for a “girls only” sleepover.

“Soulmates are just fairytales, Rose. Who has time to wait around for something as silly as a soulmate?” Alya. Ever practical and down to earth Alya.

“You don’t think you and Nino are soulmates?” Rose pressed, leaning in closer with the widest babydoll eyes that Marinette had seen. Alya’s scoff was loud.

“Oh hell no. That soulmates thing is far too much work. Could you imagine? What if you thought the other person was your soulmate and it didn’t work out? What if that person was a monster? What if you spent your whole life waiting for “the one” only to discover you are old and it’s too late?”

Rose’s shoulders dropped a little as her romantic bubble burst.

“I wouldn’t want a soulmate,” Alix muttered. “Way happier knowing that I don’t have to spend my life waiting for the other half of me or whatever. I’d rather just be alone. What about you, Mylene?”

Their dreadlocked quiet friend just smiled.

“I don’t really believe in soulmates,” she said quietly. “But if Ivan was mine, I’d be fine with that.”

Marinette shifted slightly as Alya narrowed her eyes in her direction.

“What about you, Marinette?”

All the eyes in the room snapped to her face with varying degrees of curiosity. Unable to stop the rush of embarrassment that flooded her cheeks, she stared down at her suddenly fascinating fingers. Did she believe in soulmates? Not exactly. But ….

“Sort of?” she admitted finally. Rose squealed and clapped.

“I knew it!”

There was a buzz of conversation from her friends then.

“Why?” blurted out Alya over them all.

“Well, see… There’s this old Chinese story Maman used to tell me when I was growing up about a red string of fate. Basically, the story says that there’s this invisible red string attaching you to your one true love. I guess - I guess I always hoped that it was true.”

Rose sighed dreamily, sinking back against Juleka. Juleka just looked down at the blond haired pixie against her with a soft smile.

“My favourite soulmate stories are the ones where you only see in black and white until you meet your soulmate and then see colours,” admitted Mylene.

“I like the idea of a tattoo that symbolizes your relationship,” mumbled Juleka. Rose squealed, scrambling to her feet to grab a pen from Marinette’s disastrous desk.

“Draw the tattoo we’d have.” The pen was thrust into Juleka’s hand before Rose flopped back onto the ground in front of her, arm held out for a design to be doodled on it. Juleka stared blankly at Rose for a moment, blushing slightly before pressing the pentip to the pale skin of Rose’s arm. Everyone squeezed in close around them as Juleka sketched, the image of rose wrapped in a dark, swirling ribbon coming to life.

Before long, Marinette’s sketching markers were strewn all over the place as each of the girls took turns having a design doodled on the inside of their wrists to represent their significant others. Alix just doodled on her own arm - oversized pink flowers taking shape on her skin.

Marinette drew on Alya’s wrist, trying to make sure her lines were straight as Alya laughed.

“It tickles!” she yelped, trying not to pull away.

“Stay still,” Marinette ordered, pinning her friend’s arm between her knees in order to continue the marker tattoo. With careful lines, she doodled away, an image of a cell phone tangled with the wire of an orange headphone set that lay on the ground around it. For a moment, Marinette debated adding some tiny nods to their secret hero identities, but pushed it aside.

Alya stared at the imaginary tattoo with admiration before snapping a picture to send it off to Nino with a mischievous grin. Slapping the phone down on her pillow, Alya asked to see the design that Juleka had drawn on Mylene - a beautiful set of musical notes on a rainbow coloured staff.

Marinette copied Rose’s design onto Juleka;s wrist so they would match. Rose made a high pitched noise as they placed their arms side by side, beaming at each other before pressing their foreheads together in happy silence.

“Your turn,” offered Juleka suddenly, snatching the black marker out of Marinette’s hand before pulling the arm close to draw.

“But…. I don’t have anyone-”

Marinette’s arguments were futile as the pen hit her skin in a smooth line. She held her breath, watching as the shapes that Juleka drew formed into a full picture. It was simple.

A small open umbrella coloured in with a brilliant emerald green.

Reaching out with her other hand, she silently ran her fingers over the drawing on her skin. A shiver ran through her at her touch,making her gasp as her vision blurred to surround her with the image of green eyes smiling at her in the rain. The scene swirled suddenly, the eyes locked with hers morphing into a solid green, wrapped in a familiar black mask before the sound of thunder jolted her back to the room with her friends.

Four sets of eyes looked at her with wide eyes.

“Are you ok?” asked Alya slowly, reaching out to touch Marinette’s hand. “What just happened?”

Marinette blinked, trying to figure out what, exactly, she had seen and why. Her mouth opened and closed kind of like a fish, unable to voice anything coherent.

A loud ding saved her, making Alya dive for her phone. Flicking open the screen with a grin, she burst out laughing.

“Nino’s freaking out about the idea of soulmates. Look.” The phone screen swung in their direction, showing a poorly sketched copy of the image on Alya’s wrist on the arm of her boyfriend. Everyone chuckled except Marinette who stared at the umbrella on her arm with a disconnected kind of feeling.

Alya’s phone dinged again. And again. And again, in rapid concession. She turned the phone back to see why Nino was in high text mode. Marinette looked up at her friend when she said nothing, only making a slight gasp at her phone screen before going somewhat pale.

“Uh, Mari….”

The phone appeared right in front of her face, too close to focus. Taking the phone from Alya, she stared at the picture on the screen without fully understanding what she was looking at. With a frown, realization sank in. A pale white wrist filled the screen, a small red umbrella etched on the skin.

The phone vibrated as it dinged over and over, making her drop the phone onto her lap while she stared at Alya with a silent question.

“Adrien.”

Of course Nino was with Adrien. They were best friends.

Suddenly the room was too small, the air too thick. She scrambled to her feet, trying to untangle herself from the blankets as she struggled to breathe. Her friends called out to her as she stumbled down the stairs and out of the apartment to the street.

“Tikki,” she squeaked, unable to process it all and desperately needing her friend. The little red kwami pressed into her cheek, reminding her to breathe.

“It’s going to be ok, Marinette. Just breathe.”

“Are soulmates real?”

Tikki looked at her with soft eyes. Marinette knew. Just then, she knew without a shadow of a doubt that soulmates were true. At least, for them. Ladybug and Chat Noir. Destiny called them together.

“Transform me,” she whispered, savouring the rush of energy on her skin before swinging up to the rooftops. She could feel him. Somewhere out there on a Parisian rooftop in the encroaching darkness of night. Her feet pulled her from eave to eave, leading her towards the Eiffel Tower. A final swing pulled her up the metal frame, high up the tower to the platform they frequently sat to observe the city.

He waited, cat ears twitching slightly as her feet landed, eyes instantly finding her across the gap between them. She took a hesitant step forward, unsure exactly what to say.

“Marinette,” he said, the waver in his voice making it hard to keep from wrapping her arms around him and hold him tight. Never had she heard her name said with such… reverence? Another soft set of words encased him in a flash of green, melding the black of his suit to the usual blue jeans and button-up white shirt she recognized from his civilian self. Blonde hair and green eyes held her gaze, the mask fading away to nothing, leaving in its place one Adrien Agreste.

Taking a step closer, his hand snaked out and gently brushed a renegade tendril of hair behind her ear.

“Look.” He held out his wrist, revealing the outline of the red umbrella on his skin. Her gloves ran over the design in awe. It was real. “I was sitting there with Nino, playing games and chatting when his phone dinged with a message from Alya. She said you guys were goofing around drawing soulmate tattoos on each other and sent him a picture of the one you made for her. He thought it would be fun to draw it back. We are terrible at drawing, may I add? Especially on skin. ANYWAY, he was messaging her back with that picture when all of a sudden the whole room vanished and all I could see was you. Your blue eyes, and then the mask. When the room stopped spinning, it felt like I’d burnt my arm. When I looked down, I saw this umbrella. And I knew, milady. I knew it was you. It’s always been you.”

“Spots off,” she breathed, unable to tear her eyes away from him. He winced slightly at the assault of pink on his eyes before settling back on her face with some rapid blinks.

“Hi.” She didn’t know if she could trust her voice anymore, whispering a broken hello in return. The heat from how close he stood made it hard to think at all. He gently pulled her arm up to look at her matching, and yet opposite, umbrella design, running his thumb slowly over it. A tingle ran down her spine as he pressed his lips against it. His fingers threaded through hers.

His other hand landed gently on her shoulder.

“May I kiss you?”

She didn’t know if she said yes out loud, but must have- the hand on her shoulder pulling her closer, the one between her fingers squeezing tightly as their lips pressed together. The current that jumped between them left them breathless.

Rose was right. Soulmates are romantic.

@mlweeklyprompts

#mlweeklyprompts #miraculous ladybug #ml fanfic #lyramaearcher #omg I wrote something #ml girl squad #soulmates #tattoos #kind of #see? I can write tooth-rotting fluff

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