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vsyrworld · 2 years ago

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challenge : describe a moment in situation with domestic conversation but privates meaning

so here i go. charlos private moments ft team 55

the warm lights illuminating the white brown marble countertop where carlos made a mess with his dirty of shreddered coffee beans. The smell is nice as the hot water steamed into thin air, it's coffee (of course), but that does not mean Charles has to start liking one.

He curled up on his dining chair, pen in the right finger sketching on a fake paper he holds with his folded knee (ipad, lando laugh at him and said 'it's an ipad'. but for him, any surfaces for drawing beside paper and canvas, it's consider as a fake).

He might focus on his sketch, but he could feel Caco' eyes trailing down his finger movement. He brushed up and down, change a pen brush to a pencil, rounding his wrist, scribble then add some shadding, Caco moves the same.

After all, carlos' cousin is sitting across of him in the dining table. His palm around his mug, twirling it in the air as if a mocktail. Well, is Charles care enough, he could start building some trust or affiliation or just chitchatting since they are sitting facing each other. But, he saved it for next time.

Meanwhile, a slurping coffee sounds came from rupert, just one chair away from charles' left side. He had the perfect pairing, cookies on the plate. Eyes on Carlos movement in front of him.

The gaze Rupert gives to carlos versus caco to him is certainly had different intesity, different meaning, different question and thoughts (actually charles is 100% sure. rupert eyes on carlos doesn't mean anything, he just sometimes zoned out. like a trainer like an athlete).

Charles didn't care enough though. Even with Caco takes another sip of his handmade coffee, still observing Charles hands movement.

Instead, his mind wanders into some past event. Because of his brain is too full, too cramped with memories, nightmares, bad race, good race, bad days, charles is drawing and calls his teammate.

"Carlos"

"Yess?"

Rupert still munchin his cookies, Caco stays the same like before.

Charles takes his time to finished some pencil strikes, just a little strand of black hair he is drawing. Carlos doesn' pushed him either, busy dealing with something at back of kitchen counter.

When he finished the hair, he changes into a brush pen and start picking up some ferrari colors,

"Honestly," Charles starts truthfully, like he always did to Calros. Then he start talking at the same time he is painting his paper red.

"I don't know what to answer Ollie' questions."

Carlos let a hum behind the counter top, "Really? But you answered him pretty well"

This time Caco and Rupert head turned at him (and Carlos). He knows, even when he doesn't truly see them.

Another paint streaks down, "Now the more I think about it" he cracked his neck to the left and continue to drawing,

"Why do I continue racing while it always giving me, this, same loss over the years?"

Caco raises his eyebrows. Of course he is. He is an outsider.

But Carlos understand. What loss meaning for Charles. Only him, because Charles let him see, let him know, let him in. To his private life.

"Love is ironic no? To say that I keep going because I love racing. At the same time..." Charles realized he fucked up the color

He wriggles a bit on his chair, fixing his hoddies sleves then erased some of error, "At the same time, racing fucked my life. They took away... my loves one" Charles' already on his second color, it's a warm honey bee yellow.

"My problem is always the same, though" He sighed. Tired of hugging his knee, he put his ipad on dining table.

"Is that I love people. And people that I Iove is leaving me. Then it goes alll around like that again and again..." he strokes a couple of shading, "and again." adding some highlights.

"And I wished I am heartless"

"I certainly wish you doesn't" Carlos speaks up, with a sudden presence of a warm mug beside his ipad.

Charles smelled and a smile peaking up his dimples to rise. He brought the mug closer to his noser, "Seriously, Honey milk?"

Carlos body warming his back. His hand placed firmly against Charles wooden chair.

"Your all the time favorite" he grins wide

"It is" Charles takes a sip with Carlos watching him (And certainly 180 degree different feeling when it's Carlos rather than Caco or Rupert. Even they do exactly the same; looking at him)

"Like it?" Carlos gives him an eyebrow raised

"Love it" A white milk line up on his upper lips and Charles happily lick them clean with his own tougue.

"This is why i don't think you shouldn't be heartless. I don't think you could be either." Carlos squeeze his shoulder, before taking a sit beside him

Of course. Charles also knows, he is a love person. He couldn't and probably wouldn't ever stop loving. Even though it's stupid and hurting

"What do you know about me?" he groans, eyes completely off the ipad now as the device locked and turn into black pitch

Caco squeked on his chair (Charles smiles, knowing that he is triggered), Rupert take a glance to both of them worried (he always be), while Carlos...

he just on his goofy mood today.

"I don't know you very much actually" white lies escape smooth like a butter as they're both smiling.

"what do you want me to know something about you?" Carlos asked, tilting his head. Eyes never leaving him

Charles squirm under his gaze. "my..." dimples showing as he giggles, he fake his thinking gesture, "what do i want for dinner?"

Carlos rolled his eyes.

"I know, Carbonara it is. Your liking"

Charles smiled and nodded as he watches Carlos arise from his chair, Taking sip from Charles' honey milk cups, on the same place charles lips settled. Carlos is still standing beside him, hands hanging loose in the air.

"I love it" He simply agree to whatever Carlos choose for dinner. Not minding a blush start spreading over his cheek. love you, he want to said. Caco gaze burning on him.

"Yes and I think that is what makes you still here" Carlos smiled at him. Warm like a sun.

That is what, Carlos means love. And here, means settling down in Carlos' Maranello apartemen. After hours and hours, they're spending their time to re learn and re analize this season. What went good and bad, what to do for next year. Until moon rises and Charles realized it is too late for him to go back Monaco then Carlos tugs his arm,

come home with me

and he follows, and he is here. Explained why charles here with Caco and Rupert scrutinizing him. Explained why, Carlos cooks him a dinner.

Charles hides his emotion pretty well, he thought. But when he pick up his ipad again, the dimples reflected through the screen, mocking him with three words (you loves him)

"What do you draws?" Carlos breaths softly against his crown head. Almost like a feather light kisses. Charles purrs

He blinks slowly and finally look across the table. Giving Caco a brief eye contact before craning his neck to meet Carlos behind him.

Carlos cheek is tan, smooth and clean. Smells good, citrus aftershave. Perfect, Charles thinks. So, he brings his ipad up, covering his whole face and half of Carlos' profile. He leans into Carlos' space and making sure Caco' trailing gaze fails him.

Rupert swallowed his last cookie, Caco drinks his empty coffee mug. Not that Charles can sees them anyway from behind his ipad. He doesn't care then closes the gap in.

After an utter silence, Charles cringe at the way how Carlos' high pitched dolphin laughter filled the apartement. That sounds so weird. It so stupid, he shakes his head. Then, he is putting down his ipad, making him visible again in Caco' vision.

"Pasta un lunga?" Charles pushed Carlos's arse towards to kitchen. That bastard still laughing.

"It's penne, mon bebe" Carlos mocking him while preparing a pan of boiling water.

Charles groans in annoyance. Of course , Carlos' carbonara is always lunga and Charles is always complaint.

"Do we have penne?" Rupert asks out of curious. Charles back busying himself with another sketch, secretly smiling as Carlos answered his trainer by "No, come on. Carbonara is lunga!"

But later then, when Carlos is plating the carbonaras in the dining table, three plates serves the lunga. And one penne, still sizzling warm in the pan.

>>>

Rupert ask him on the next day,

"What did Charles draws?" He asked while Carlos is driving three of them to airport. Rupert just so eager to back home and grinding down Carlos again with lots and lots of winter training.

But Carlos drives in his unusual calmness, like he doesn't want to leave Maranello fast, like his body, his souls lingering at his apartement. Somehow didn't match with Rupert and Caco excitement.

"Uhm, no. He didn't show anything" Carlos took some time to answered him.

Rupert takes a glance and find fondness in Carlos eyes. He hummed, but Caco interrups in,

"Did he truly is?"

"Yes. Does he ever shows anything?"

Rupert raised his eyebrows at Carlos immediate answer. Later on he realized his athlete is smiling.

later,, carlos said to charles at the dawn. the monegaque bid him a quick farewell before went inside his own car.

it's already midnight when they touched down Spain but Carlos cheek is still warm from Charles' lips.

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religion-is-a-mental-illness · 7 months ago

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My starting point when it comes to the consideration of any issue relating to free speech is my passionate belief that the second most precious thing in life is the right to express yourself freely. The most precious thing in life I think is food in your mouth and the third most precious is a roof over your head but a fixture in the Number 2 slot for me is free expression, just below the need to sustain life itself. That is because I have enjoyed free expression in this country all my professional life and expect to continue to do so, I personally highly unlikely to be arrested for whatever laws exist to contain free expression, because of the undoubtedly privileged position that is afforded to those of a high public profile. So, my concerns are less for myself and more for those more vulnerable because of their lower profile. Like the man arrested in Oxford for calling a police horse, gay. Or the teenager arrested for calling the Church of Scientology a cult. Or the café owner arrested for displaying passages from the bible on a TV screen.

When I heard of some of these more ludicrous offences and charges, I remembered that I had been here before in a fictional context. I once did a show called Not the Nine O’Clock News, some years ago, and we did a sketch where Griff Rhys-Jones played Constable Savage, a manifestly racist police officer to whom I, as his station commander, is giving a dressing down for arresting a black man on a whole string of ridiculous, trumped up and ludicrous charges. The charges for which Constable Savage arrested Mr. Winston Kodogo of 55 Mercer Road were these:

‘Walking on the cracks in the pavement.’

‘Walking in a loud shirt in a built-up area during the hours of darkness’ and one of my favourites ‘Walking around all over the place.’

He was also arrested for ‘Urinating in a public convenience’ and ‘Looking at me in a funny way’.

Who would have thought that we would end up with a law that would allow life to imitate art so exactly. I read somewhere, a defender of the status quo claiming that the fact that the gay horse case was dropped after the arrested man refused to pay the fine and that the Scientology case was also dropped at some point during the court process was proof that the law working well, ignoring the fact that the only reason these cases were dropped was because of the publicity that they had attracted. The Police sensed that ridicule was just around the corner and withdrew their actions. But what about the thousands of other cases that did not enjoy the oxygen of publicity? That weren’t quite ludicrous enough to attract media attention? Even for those actions that were withdrawn, people were arrested, questioned, taken to court and then released. That isn’t a law working properly: that is censoriousness of the most intimidating kind, guaranteed to have, as Lord Dear says, a ‘chilling effect’ on free expression and free protest.

Parliament’s Joint committee on Human Rights summarized, as you may know, this whole issue very well by saying ‘While arresting a protestor for using threatening or abusive speech may, depending on the circumstances, be a proportionate response, we do not think that language or behaviour that is merely insulting should ever be criminalized in this way.’ The clear problem with the outlawing of insult is that too many things can be interpreted as such. Criticism is easily construed as insult by certain parties. Ridicule is easily construed as insult. Sarcasm, unfavourable comparison, merely stating an alternative point of view to the orthodoxy can be interpreted as insult. And because so many things can be interpreted as insult, it is hardly surprising that so many things have been, as the examples I talked about earlier show.

Although the law under discussion has been on the statute book for over 25 years, it is indicative of a culture that has taken hold of the programmes of successive governments that, with the reasonable and well-intended ambition to contain obnoxious elements in society, has created a society of an extraordinarily authoritarian and controlling nature. It is what you might call The New Intolerance, a new but intense desire to gag uncomfortable voices of dissent. ‘I am not intolerant’, say many people; say many softly spoken, highly educated, liberal-minded people: ‘I am only intolerant of intolerance’. And people tend to nod sagely and say ‘Oh, wise words, wise words’ and yet if you think about this supposedly inarguable statement for longer than five seconds, you realize that all it is advocating is the replacement of one kind of intolerance with another. Which to me doesn’t represent any kind of progress at all. Underlying prejudices, injustices or resentments are not addressed by arresting people: they are addressed by the issues being aired, argued and dealt with preferably outside the legal process. For me, the best way to increase society’s resistance to insulting or offensive speech is to allow a lot more of it. As with childhood diseases, you can better resist those germs to which you have been exposed.

We need to build our immunity to taking offence, so that we can deal with the issues that perfectly justified criticism can raise. Our priority should be to deal with the message, not the messenger. As President Obama said in an address to the United Nations only a month or so ago: ‘Llaudable efforts to restrict speech can become a tool to silence critics or oppress minorities. The strongest weapon against hateful speech is not repression, it is more speech.’ And that is the essence of my thesis, more speech. If we want a robust society, we need more robust dialogue and that must include the right to insult or to offend. And as, even if, as Lord Dear says, you know, the freedom to be inoffensive is no freedom at all.

The repeal of this word in this clause will be only a small step, but it will, I hope, be a critical one in what should be a longer-term project to pause and slowly rewind a creeping culture of censoriousness. It is a small skirmish in the battle, in my opinion, to deal with what Sir Salman Rushdie refers to as the ‘outrage industry’ – self-appointed arbiters of the public good, encouraging media-stoked outrage, to which the police feel under terrible pressure to react. A newspaper rings up Scotland Yard: ‘Someone has said something slightly insulting on Twitter about someone who we think a national treasure. What are you going to do about it?’ And the police panic and they scrabble around and then grasp the most inappropriate lifeline of all, Section 5 of the Public Order Act, that thing where they can arrest anybody for saying anything that might be construed by anyone else as insulting. You know, they don’t seem to need a real victim, they need only to make the judgment that somebody could have been offended if they had heard or read what has been said. The most ludicrous degree of latitude. The storms that surround Twitter and Facebook comment have raised some fascinating issues about free speech, which we haven’t really yet come to terms with. Firstly, that we all have to take responsibility for what we say, which is quite a good lesson to learn. But secondly, we’ve learnt how appallingly prickly and intolerant society has become of even the mildest adverse comment.

The law should not be aiding and abetting this new intolerance. Free speech can only suffer if the law prevents us from dealing with its consequences. I offer you my wholehearted support to the Reform Section 5 campaign. Thank you very much.

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vannyart · 2 years ago

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lshark-cs · 3 months ago

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Iron God Chapter 55 [Ido]

Ido sat against the wall of the room he and Dakko had just barely begun to call home, a sketch pad in his lap and a charcoal blackening the heel of his hand. He spent a great deal of time drawing these days. Master Qila had given him all sorts of art supplies and even a few lessons. He imagined her gentle voice beside him, her hand occasionally touching his wrist to guide him through a motion, and he felt...what would one even call it?

Love was a poisonous word. No, this was something else. Something primal, as necessary as air and water.

He ran his thumb along one of the lines and softened its edge. Ido's hands looked like he'd rubbed them around inside a chimney, but he didn't really care. It would come off easily enough. Most visible filth was easy to wash away.

It was the stains no one saw that were hard to get out, he thought.

The idea broke his focus. "Stains no one sees." That felt like something he could draw, but how? The boy squinted at what he had so far. So far it was only a vague background that could probably turn into anything. But what exactly? It was almost worse than staring at a blank page. If only he–

A small shuffling sound from across the room startled him from his project. His head shot up and he saw Magpie crouched by his brother's unmade mess of blankets, rooting through a travel pack.

Ido cleared his throat. "Could you not just sneak in and go through other people's stuff?"

"Ami said Dakko needs more of his medicine." Magpie twisted and gave him an intense, skin-crawling stare. "That's how it is. Don't say no to Ami, right?" Her voice changed to a perfect mimicry of Ami's. "Don't you ever say yes to Magpie or else."

"What the..." Ido stammered. "Ami actually said that?"

Magpie's voice changed to Kolo's. "Valielit records and reiterates what she hears." Then she reproduced Ami's voice again. "Anyone who denies me deserves whatever hell I give 'em."

Unbidden, Ido flinched with the phantom ache of every bruise and fracture from three terrible years — that and grief like a festering splinter at the loss of...who exactly?

The boy's jaw clenched. He dropped his pad and charcoal and stood up, trembling with rage. "Get out."

Magpie raised her hands. "Don't stone the pigeon." Her beady eyes were wide and she looked ready to cry. "I don't like the voices either."

"Sorry. I didn't mean to scare you or anything." Ido wrung the building static from his hands. "But please don't talk about Haode like that. I'm still not over it."

"I understand. I think." Magpie pressed her finger into her teeth for a second, then left Dakko's nest of bedding. Right as she was about to leave, she turned back to Ido. "Did he hurt you?"

Ido leaned back against the wall and slid down to a sitting position. "Yes." Then he stared up at the cracked ceiling. "Evidently, I'm still not over that either."

"It's all right. You don't have to be." Magpie met his eyes, and suddenly she looked so sweet, like someone he could hug and it would all be fine, all he had to do was wait for tomorrow – right?

Ido stared up at the most prominent fissure in the ceiling. It looked, by some small stretch, like a bolt of lightning pointing toward the window. He sighed. "Is this what you meant by flying out that window?"

Magpie cocked her head. "What?"

"Oh, sorry. Guess you wouldn't know." Ido shrugged. "Dakko and I used to have a big sister, back when we were really little. Before Haode saved us from our papa who was going to kill us. She used to promise us one day we'd fly out the window together."

"Where is she now?" Magpie asked the question he'd immediately dreaded.

"She died the day we escaped." Ido bit his lip. "Her name was Seiri."

"That's a pretty name." She came over and crouched next to him. "I'm sorry, Ido."

Ido gave a sad half-smile. "It's not your fault."

She gave him a similar expression. "I still feel it."

He met her eyes and then turned away with a grimace. No matter how sweet she'd looked a second ago, he didn't want her pity. He couldn't accept it from someone so inextricably tied to the person who'd caused him a whole world of hurt. It all went back to Ami. Ami, who'd crawled her way into the walls of this supposed refuge. Nowhere was safe if Ami was around. It simply couldn't be.

"Go away," he growled. His temper swung wildly back into defensiveness. "Go whine at Ami or something. Leave me alone."

"Can't." Magpie looked over her shoulder, then leaned closer and whispered. "Ami's really busy."

Ido scoffed. Then Kolo's voice yelled down the hall and startled him right out of his skin.

"Huh?" Magpie got back up and yelled back.

"Ami's locked us out!" Azvalath interjected. "Magpie, what's she doing?"

Ido pushed himself up and stepped into the doorway, where he looked out and saw Kolo and Azvalath in a seeming panic. They were both sweating and trembling. Ido squinted at them, a flutter deep in his chest. "Ami locked you out of where?"

"Master Xigon's study," Azvalath huffed. "Look, it's too much to explain right this second, but we really need to make sure she isn't doing something horrible."

Ido stormed out, shoving his way past them. "Anything Ami does is horrible. Ami is horrible." He growled like a mad dog. "Ami destroyed our whole world, and she thinks she can just let herself in like nothing's wrong?"

"What're you doing?" Kolo called after him.

Ido didn't really know. There wasn't any time to think it through. All he knew was that he couldn't keep living in a world where Ami also lived. And now he knew exactly where she was, and that she couldn't possibly be expecting him.

His heart pounded so fiercely his vision seemed to pulsate along with it. White-hot energy snaked its way along his nerves, charge building in his hands.

Azvalath tried to get in his way. "Ido, whatever you're planning – it won't solve anything, I swear."

"You know what else doesn't solve anything?" Ido snarled. "Other people deciding they know better than I do what's in my best interest."

When Azvalath didn't move, Ido cracked a whip of lightning between them. Not enough to hurt, but hopefully enough to scare some sense into the man. When that too failed and Azvalath kept following him, Ido released a charge to stun his movement. Azvalath fell with a yelp and a spasm.

When Kolo and Magpie tried the same, he stunned them likewise.

"I'm sorry," he told them, even though he wasn't really. His own savagery terrified him, but that fear didn't slow him one bit. If anything, it somehow stoked the wildfire raging through his head. He pushed forward, found the strength to run, and he charged the rest of the way to the study.

Ido stopped and smacked his fist against the locked door with a heavy thud. His jaw clenched, grinding his teeth as he forced a scream through. "Ami!"

He heard a clatter and a breathless voice. "Who's there?"

"Do you actually not remember me?" Ido laughed bitterly. "I'm just the effigy of a little boy you murdered, that's all."

"Oh, it's you." Ami's tone shifted to something he couldn't read. It made his stomach turn. "Ido, I never meant to bring you harm."

"I don't care." Ido's forehead dripped sweat even though the halls were cold. "Because you still did. Do you have any remorse? Any at all?"

"You'd be mistaken to think I don't feel such things." Her voice was dull and flat.

"Prove it, then," Ido pressed. "Unlock this door."

A few heavy footsteps. "No."

"Why not?" Ido clawed at the doorknob with static-laced fingers. "What do you think I'm going to do?"

Ami's voice came through again – much closer now. "Something you'll regret."

Ido took a shuddering breath. He wanted to scream again, but someone else spoke up.

"Let him in, Ami."

Dead silence permeated for perhaps the longest few seconds ever. Then, with a sharp click, the deadbolt retracted.

Ido pushed his way in, panting, teeth bared in rage like a trapped fox. But before he could act, a tingling sensation gripped the back of his neck. Xigon's eyes stalked him from across the room. His gaze alone was a dire warning.

A cold wave of dread extinguished his strength to fight in a near instant. How pathetic.

He stared at Ami and then fell apart. "I hate you." Tears flooded his eyes and he squeezed them shut, not wanting to see her horrid face. "I hate you so much."

"Sounds exhausting." Ami's words reeked of apathy.

Ido seethed. He might as well be spewing his hatred at an ugly tattered doll. "Where's your soul, Ami?"

He heard her take a step closer to him.

"Tell me." His eyes snapped back open. "Where is your fucking soul?"

Rather than answering, she leaned closer and sniffed him. Once he realized what she was doing, Ido simply locked up with fright.

"Have you and Magpie been talking?" Ami asked.

Ido stammered. "Um...yes?"

Ami gave him a dire glare. "Don't say that to her."

"Don't say what?" He stamped his foot. "Enough with the riddles already."

"My lips are sealed." Ami sounded even emptier now. She turned to Xigon. "Can you see it yet? Please, just pay attention!"

She shoved her way out of the study and ran.

Ido was about to chase her when his limbs gave out. His vision grew hazy. A tight spasm gripped his chest and the tingling at his neck grew sharper. The boy gasped.

Then Xigon came to his side.

"Don't go after her, Ido." His voice was calm and steady. "It won't resolve anything."

"I can't stand living in the same walls with her." Ido clutched at his temples. "Why is she here? Don't you know what she does?"

"Yes, I know." Xigon patted his shoulder. "But monsters only grow bigger the longer you try to run from them."

Ido sighed. "Yeah." He pushed himself back up and started toward the door. "Sorry for bothering you. I don't know what got into me."

"Wait." Xigon stopped him as he was about to leave. "May I ask you something?"

Ido looked over his shoulder. "What?"

Xigon cocked his head. "Was Magpie with Ami when Haode sought her assistance?"

"Yeah?" Ido shrugged. "What's that have to do with anything?"

"I'm not sure." Xigon squinted down at a notebook. "Maybe, though – maybe having the whole timeline in front of me will clarify something."

Ido pursed his lips. He looked up and then down, an ache throbbing deep in his chest. For a second he wondered if it were possible to die of a broken heart. Then he crouched and looked at the page with Xigon.

He couldn't read all of it, as the master's handwriting was often illegible, but what parts he could read brought him a chill. It was, from what Ido could tell, a meticulous breakdown of past and current events surrounding the poisoner. A damning portrait still in the works.

Ido could only manage one simple but loaded question. "Why?"

"Injustice multiplies itself." Xigon glanced up from his notes. "And as much as I never wanted this to be personal, it is now."

The boy shook his head.

The master picked up on his flaring unrest. "What is it?"

Ido answered bluntly. "I hate you."

Xigon responded with a grim smile. "As is your right."

That somehow felt worse than any punishing words he'd since learned to deal with. Ido gritted his teeth, got up, and stormed out.

Kolo was waiting for him in the hallway. "Everything all right?"

"I shocked the light of day out of you, and that's your first question?" Ido couldn't believe it. "How?"

"Well, no one's been asking you that nearly enough, have they?" Kolo took a step closer. When he took a step back from her, she gave him a pitying look. "Just because you weren't ever hurting as visibly as Dakko doesn't mean you came away unscathed, does it?"

Ido's mind jumped all over the place. Run. Cower. Fight. Anything. Just don't let anyone see–

"No one ever asked how you were doing. We all just assumed you were fine now." Kolo extended her hand. "I've been there too, you know."

"Don't touch me." Ido jerked back. "I might shock you again."

Kolo hummed. "Do you need a hug?"

"I might shock you even if I don't mean to," Ido stammered through welling tears.

"Not what I'm asking." She folded her arms. "Do you need a hug?"

The boy felt tiny and vulnerable. What an awful sensation. But he had to be honest. "Yeah."

Kolo's invisible grip wrapped tight around him, embracing him from afar. And it ached in the best way possible. He let himself feel everything all at once.

She smiled at him in a way that reminded him of his long-lost sister.

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monriatitans · 1 year ago

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Let's Read Some $#!7 by Mark Nelson, Phoebe Im, and Tessa Creative Art & Sarah E. White

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Welcome to another installment of Let’s Read Some $#17! In sum, the purpose of these videos is to introduce educational resources regarding the creation of video games, to promote literacy, to provide world-building tools for creatives, to provide books for the purposes of escape, and/or to get banned books into people’s view.

They go as follows: 1. Read the summary on the back of the book (if applicable). 2. Read the “Forward” and “Preface” (if applicable). 3. If there is no “Introduction,” read [part of] the first chapter.

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Even though the purpose is education, I only read PORTIONS because of DMCA and Copyright.

Today, I read PORTIONS of 3 art related books from The Neverending Reading List:

Fantasy World-Building by Mark A. Nelson When artists and designers create a fictional setting, the milieu must be completely fleshed out, explained, and designed. In this book, comic and gaming art veteran Mark A. Nelson explores and demonstrates his methods for fashioning visually stunning, believable environments for fantasy creatures and characters. Scores of images and step-by-step examples illustrate how variation and experimentation lead to fresh, original designs for otherworldly beings, their environments, and their stories. Nelson discusses how to find ideas and borrow from history to add the strength of realism to a fantasy world. In describing the best ways to establish a habitat, he offers specifics about climate, terrain, flora, and wildlife. He shares insights into founding societies in terms of their means of survival, manner of warfare, spiritual practices, style of dress, and levels of technology. All visual creatives—illustrators, comic artists, and game designers—who work with imaginative material will take a lively interest in this source of inspiration and practical guidance.

Cute Chibi Mythical Beasts & Magical Monsters by Phoebe Im Chibi is Japanese slang for “short,” and the legendary monsters in Cute Chibi Mythical Beasts & Magical Monsters live up to this description with their roly-poly bodies that make them so loveable. Master this anime and manga drawing style with over 60 step-by-step tutorials of your favorite fantastical creatures, including dragons, mermaids, centaurs, unicorns, kraken, and more. Instagram artist Phoebe IM shares her tips and tricks for drawing chibi creatures traditionally or digitally; coloring, shading, and highlighting; and accessorizing for added cuteness. There’s also folklore sprinkled throughout the book for some extra fun. So, get out your drawing tools and start creating your mystical kingdom!

Drawing Fantasy Chibi by Tessa Creative Art & Sarah E. White Crack open your sketchbook, grab your pens and pencils, and get ready to turn your mythical illustrations into kawaii (cute) and chibi (small) creatures. With step-by-step instructions and easy-to-follow tips and tricks, this instructional handbook will help you bring a new level of anime style to your sketches. Start with a few familiar fantasy creatures, like a unicorn, mermaid, and dragon, before learning how to transform ancient, lesser-known beings like the basilisk, oni (Japanese demon), and kraken into adorable chibi versions. Whether you’re a beginner or a drawing pro, Drawing Fantasy Chibi makes this fun, anime-style drawing easy, with workbook-style pages that provide a space for readers to try their hand at practicing each illustration multiple times before they master it!

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soupis4ever · 2 years ago

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something something rose tinted sunglasses and transmasculine swag. alt versions and some notes under the cut. i promise the glasses frame is there you just have to squint a little bit. let me know if this needs to be tagged with eyestrain or anything of that nature

every time i pick up my tablet and crack open ibis paint the results are out of my hands. whatever comes out of my pen is not up to me. anyway here are some alternate versions with less visual clutter. not much less for the second one, it just looks a little softer

anyway now you know my queer hcs for John. he's got that transmasculine swagger and he's pan too because i said so. get nae naed. i don't know what possessed me to create this

i tried to make this look mega scratchy so i kept the sketch in but with the opacity dropped to 55%. i actually really like it. all of the clutter makes it less obvious that i didn't shade this drawing at all because i HATE shading and also that soft gradient thing i did for that comic i posted a while ago. i also brightened every single colour because he looked a little bit dull. and then i tinted everything pink because cohesion. this is the most fun i've had drawing for a really long time i had a great time. i tried a different way of sketching as well and it was so so so much more fun and looks really good considering my usual output

#rtgame miitopia #SO NERVOUS ABOUT THIS ONE its such a wild departure from my usual style (i say as though i have a usual style)#i mean. i also usually draw characters doing something or at least affected by gravity. he is neither #hes wearing sunglasses and thats all hes got going on for him #no hes wearing pride flags too. now you know my queer hcs for him #asher scribbles

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goldenzingy46butwriteblr · 3 years ago

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good morning everyone (yes it is 6pm no i don’t care) i’m gonna crash tumblr as at @louveclaviere has tagged me in a tag game! (ily)

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have wips. I have deemed that this isn’t just for writing either. Sketch titles? Comics? Dnd campaigns? If you have an unfinished project, it counts!!

let’s go!

1. my heart beats against your silver knife

2. when we’re alone

3. murder on the orient express - harry potter

4. my twisted broken wonderland

5. the great riddle conspiracy

6. riddle me that, youtube

7. riddle me chat fic

8. you + me: the remix

9. falling for someone (long gone)

10. the war never ends (but the soldiers do)

11. red eyes and a metal heart

12. alone on the ice

13. and traces of death hung off his fingertips

14. branded for revenge

15. beware the cunning of the snake

16. captured thorn

17. in the end, i was my own downfall

18. shadow song

19. through the veil and back again

20. wixen society

21. an eternity (playing on a loop)

22. tell me your sins… (cont. w long title)

23. 100 ways to say i love you

24. blood soaked pennies (cont. w long title)

25. to become death

26. devil’s game (AKA tom the ripper)

27. vendetta

28. loved you ‘til you’re dead

29. a war of wars

30. becoming crowley

31. when the lights are out

32. poisoned flowers and guilty pleasures

33. in amongst the stars (you are not what you say you are)

34. in the beginning, bonky said:

35. only one survives (because everyone dies)

36. kissing a stranger (and other bad mistakes)

37. thin ice cracks easily

38. i brought you life and tasted ash

39. a hallow’s eve ball (a fairy tale romcom)

40. the fiendfyre lord

41. touch of death

42. icarus, icarus, where do you fall?

43. i thought you were a psycho

44. if i got rid of my demons i would lose my angels

45. i dream of you (dancing with me)

46. aziraphale’s adventures in not selling books

47. cocaine and cigarettes

48. crossed your mind (like a bullet)

49. in between the papers and the exams

50. i didn’t see you there

51. rebound

52. why do you only call me when you’re high?

53. through a sheen of tears

54. somebody that i used to know

55. i thought i’d lost you (before i got to apologise)

56. i found you (please hear me out)

57. pressurise the pain

58. win or lose, baby

59. love the stars (love me too)

i’m not fucking close to being done but i am tired so. we’ll leave it there

@callmelyrae @whotooklortan @etherfalling @trashforao3 @accidentally-overcuccoed @duplicitywrites @tomarryherewewhoaagain @itsevanffs have fun

#tag game #this is hell

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fluffyydumplings · 4 years ago

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Chocolate, You are Late

Pairing: hoseok x reader

Summary: Agagagaga! Another day of boring old college! Well.. Today is a little different. White sweater, black-rimmed glasses, heart lips and cute bangs different. Fishing hell, why does Jung Hoseok have to be your partner for this stupid little project. Why can’t you go back to staring at him from afar? Ughhhh... Fish! Fish! Fish! Speaking of Jung Hoseok, where the fish is he?

Genre: fluff / crack / friends to lovers / pinning / crush!au / idiots in love / college!au

Word Count: 1.2k

Warning: profanity / consumption of food (chocolate to be exact)

A/N: Mother fucking jay: ‘Happy 500 followers and Merry Christmas!’.. Ahhaaa, you never knew this day would come. Didn't you? Ahhahaa, well here it is. Jung Hoseok is all yours for today :].. I’m writing this before I actually write the actual fic. But I’m pretty sure this one is going to be so sweet it’ll make you want to barf. No heart aches for today, I guess :) @jayhopely - And now you know what the mbti question was for :D Inspired by this

Mood board

Tikidey Tik Tok Tok.. 6 pm

Tikidey Tik Tok Tok...6:20 pm

You never expected to have such close connections with your all-time fascination, Jung Hoseok. The genius who seems to know the answer to every question there is to answer - the one with the pretty yet adorable face. He could cut you in half with his knife-like jawline or blind you with his radiant smile.

‘6:22 pm..’ you smile awkwardly at your glistening cup of coffee.

‘Oh.. Hi, Hoseok.. What’s up, dude..’

‘You’re late.. We were supposed to meet up at 5:55 pm.’

‘Oh.. You forgot, dude. Nice!’

Your favourite drink unfortunately doesn't answer you back. What a shame..

Smiles awkwardly for the seventh time... Fish you, Jung Hoseok! I hate you even more now! How rude! Eeeeeek!

‘Oh.. Y/N, I’m sorry for being late. I got caught into a bit of traffic..’ he smiles, teeth showing and cheeks pinched to the side.

Ever so charming.. Aren’t you, Jung Hoseok? Aren’t you.. Ughhh..

Your fucking smile!!! TAKE MY NON-EXISTENT SOUL!!

‘Huhh..’ you look slightly over to his way, a stiff smile in return.

‘Help me with mixing these,’ you direct at the tubes of red and green paint on the table, his hands unconsciously brushing over yours.

Heart.. Ahahaa.. Why are you like THIS What the FISH EWWWW EWWWWW

The same feeling you had when you realised your eyes were lingering a bit too much on that little sunshine shorts, named Hoseok.

‘So.. I really like the way this person acts, I think they are cute, and they are very attractive to me. What is that supposed to mean?’

Please don't say what I think it is! Pleeeassseeee! Pleeeease!!

‘That is what one would call a crush.’

Fish You!!!!!!!

EWWW!! YOU REFUSE TO BELIEVE THAT.. Okay, maybe you do. HOSEEEEOOOKKKKKK!!!

‘It’s probably nothing.. Bye!’ you waved your hands up in the air, trotting away as quickly as you could.

EWWWWWW! Fish You!! Fuck You!!!

‘Too light,’ you comment, using your paintbrush as a pointing stick.

‘Too dark,’ your pointing stick of doom returns.

What? It was necessary.. The candy cane painting you were to copy had to be perfect, alright!! P-E-R-F-E-C-T!!

‘This?’ he looks for your approval, eyes shimmering with desperation.

‘Oooh.. Nice, you did a wonderful job! I think you’re getting better!’ you cheerfully exclaim.

‘I don’t know. I plan on dropping this art course soon..’ as he coats the canvas in green, he confesses.

‘Oh.. Why is that?’

‘I don’t think I’m getting any better. Even after two years.’

‘Hey.. Hey, you don’t have to be good at something to enjoy doing it. You can struggle to draw stick men, for all I know. But if you enjoy it, just go for it.’

‘Everyone else is so good at it though.’

‘Who cares about everyone else?’ you roughly sketch the candy cane out.

‘I really suck though.. Like, seriously.’

‘Everyone sucks, Seokiee.’

A blush creeps up his cheeks. Could it be? Could it be?!

*eeek*

His hands accidentally quiver, messing the painting up.

‘Oiiiii.. The lines.’ you frown slightly.

‘Sorry... See, I suck.’

‘Dude, we can just cover it up with more paint. No worries.’

‘Wouldn’t that make it bulky?’

‘We aren’t painting frauds.. Whatever you call them... It doesn’t have to be perfect. Plus, I’m sure a little overlaying would simply add more personality to the painting.’

You have a way with words, he is impressed.. More than impressed..

‘Time?’ you swing over closer to his side, eyes focused on the hands of his watch.

A pause-

‘You smell like chocolate.’

Ughhh.. What the fuck?

‘Oh.. Do you not like chocolate?’

‘I do.‘

‘I was late because I grabbed some,’ he brings out a bar like one would bring out a gun.

‘If I had left a few minutes earlier, the traffic wouldn’t have been so terrible,’ he smiles, he always does.

You’re an ANTI-ROMANTIC! Say it again, you bitch! A- N- T- I- R- O- M- A- N- T- I- C-!

‘Chocolate?’ he breaks off a piece and offers it to you.

Like chocolate binding together in a pot, perhaps that day he was offering over to you a small piece of himself.

*ding dong*

‘Oh..’

On the sofa..

‘He should have received it by now. I’m pretty sure.. Yeah.. Yeah....’ you gently pat yourself on the head.

‘Oh.. What in the world is this?’ Hoseok creeps over the package dropped at his doorstep, almost as though a spider would jump at him if he didn't.

He picks the package up with one finger, the cardboard box dangling from a piece of yellow tape.. He can’t afford to lose a whole hand!

‘Oh.. What is this?’

Marching over to the table, he carefully dissects it open with his handy-dandy box cuter. (nicknamed: Mr fuzzy not so fuzzy sharpie sharp sharp)

‘A box of chocolates..’ his teeth shows.

He’s happy to receive gifts.. He loves affection.. He loves love..

He doesn't remember it being Valentine’s day or anything.. But, okay..

It’s Christmas, actually. The ground is covered with an unholy amount of freaking snow and his hands are freezing. But, okay...

‘Oh.. What is this?’ there was something else in the box.

He doesn't hesitate now that he knows a bomb or grenade isn’t hidden in there, ready to blow him and his house up in seconds.

‘It’s shaped like a cup of chocolate,’ trailing his fingers over the cleanly-shaven piece of paper, he opens it.

Dear Hoseok,

It’s me, Y/N.

The holidays are here, and I wanted to give you something. (In return for your help with the project, of course.) You seem to like chocolate, so yeah, I decided on this gift. It’s simple, but I hope you like it.

Ah, yes. One more thing. You did a great job with the painting, I’m proud of you.

‘Sweet, where are you?’ he presses the phone close to his ears.

‘Traffic, Hoseok.’

Instead of a frown, he hands a box wrapped in red and green paper over to you.

‘Chocolate, You are late.’

‘I know, Hoseok.. Traffic.’

‘Now that I think of it, that rhymes.’

‘Oh.. What rhymes?’

‘Chocolate, You are late.’

‘Ha.. Reminds me of when we first met two years ago,’ he giggles, taken back to where he first interacted with you.

‘That’s true, it does.’

‘Hahaha.’

‘Now.. Now.. Is there actual chocolate in here or are you messing with me, you evil little chocolate latte..’

‘Cocoa mix, chocolate kisses, and...’ he pulls something out of his sweater.

‘It’s.. It’s.. Oh, it’s that bar from two years ago.’

‘Yes, it is.’

‘Here, have some.’

This time around, he breaks half of the bar off for you. After all, over time, you have become his other half. Not a dot in his life, and instead everything he could wish for and have.

Doses of shy smiles, sparkling eyes, hidden glances and held back shots of laughter. Love isn’t so bad after all.

‘We both should stop arriving in late.’

‘I always come in early, Mr Latte.. You’re the one who’s always late.’

‘Okay.. Okay, you win.’

‘I was only five minutes late by the wa-y,’ he shoves a piece of chocolate into your mouth, some clinging to your cheeks.

‘I could have choked on that.’

‘Hush.. Hush.. You’ll choke if you keep on talking.’

‘Shut up, Mr Latte.’

‘If it takes a kiss to make you shut up, then so it be.’

*mwah*

Maybe love is terrible after all... Loud and clear, bitch!

A- N- T- I- R- O- M- A- N- T- I- C-

Ewww.. Ewww.. Eww.. Jung Hoseok!!!!!! Fish you! Fuck You!

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grumpygreenwitch · 2 years ago

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The Fairy and the Prince #38 + #39 + #40 + #41

Part 1 - Part 2 - Parts 3 & 4 - Part 5 - Part 6, 7 & 8 - Part 9 & 10 - Part 11, 12, 13, 14, 15 & 16 - Part 17, 18, & 19 - Part 20, 21 & 22 - Part 23, 24, 25 & 26 - Part 27, 28, 29 & 30 - Part 31, 32, 33 & 34 - Part 35, 36 & 37 - Part 38, 39, 40 & 41 - Part 42 & 43 - Part 44 & 45 - Part 46 & 47 - Part 48, 49, 50 & 51 - Part, 52, 53 & 54 - Part 55 & 56 - Part 57, 58, 59 & 60 - Part 61, 62, 63, 64 & 65 - Part 66, 67, 68, 69, 70, 71 & 72

Originally posted 12/21/2022

As autumn sank its grip into the land, Adam abandoned the canvas in favor of paper and charcoal, and began to sketch. He quickly became aware of the disconnect Linden had pointed out, wondering how he could have possibly missed such an obvious thing before. Unable to practice on anyone but his friends, he focused on other studies, much to the despair of his art teachers.

On a blustery, dark night, tapping at one of his windows snapped him awake, heart hammering in alarm he couldn’t yet understand. “Needlemaw!”

The redcap slithered into the room and turned to help Linden in before facing Adam. “I didnae want to go without telling ye,” she began without any warning. “There’s war.”

“War!” Adam felt all warmth drain from him.

“Among the Underfolk, my people, Boul’s people, the smaller sorts beneath the Court,” she hurried to clarify, and her heart both ached and soared to see his stricken look ease not one bit. “‘Tis not uncommon, Adam. We chafe at each other’s edges, and the Queen doesnae help, she’s never bothered. Since she don’t care, none of them do, this is how we solve such things.”

“Will you be alright?!” he demanded. “Will Boul? Can I help? What if you’re hurt?”

“I dinnae ken about Boul, but I think he might be too young to fight. And me, I’ll be hurt, I’m sure of it,” she admitted casually. At his look she added, “there’s pointy bits to every side of me, Adam. Did ye think my enemies were naught like me?”

“No, but…” He chewed on his lower lip. “But it’s you I know,” he said at last, as usual striking to the core of the matter in a way the fairy-maid could, and did, understand.

“Och.” She hugged him tightly.

“What about Linden?” Adam turned to face their friend. “Can you help?”

“I would,” Linden looked wounded and angry. “They won’t let me, not Boul, not Needle.”

“What!”

“Linden cannae be seen to be choosing sides within the Court, Adam.”

“Oh, always with the stupid Court! Why can’t it just be gone, everything I hear makes me think everyone’s life would be better if they were gone. Back to wherever they came from, to pester their like there.”

“Yui’re not saying new things, Adam,” Needlemaw said wryly. “Yui’re just saying them louder than most.”

He growled, and then lunged at her and crushed her in a hug that startled the redcap with its strength. “You come back. Can I ask that? You come back to us.”

“Needle, please.” Linden’s arms wrapped around them like the strong branches of a tree. “Please promise you’ll come back. That’s all I want.”

The redcap had never known safety as she felt in that moment, in that embrace. “I cannae promise I’ll come back,” she admitted. “But I promise I will try. I will try with all that I am.”

Something sounded, far away in the woods, and it was impossible to tell if it was a wolf’s howl, or a stag’s bugling call, or a hunting horn. She slipped away from them like sand running through their fingers, and was gone as abruptly as she’d come.

Linden and Adam closed the window and curled up before the fire, lost and clinging to one another, feeling like children bereft in the dark.

It didn’t get any better. As the last harvest festival was planned and prepared, Linden came into the woods one morning to warn Adam that Boul had been decreed old enough to fight. He wasn’t even given a chance to say goodbye.

There was no one they could ask for news. Adam brought dry cherries and cracked barley for the finches and the sparrows, but there was only so much they could tell him; they weren’t travelers, sticking close to nest and mate and flock. The swallows had left when the cold weather closed in. He brought bacon rinds out and spent a night under the jousting yard’s stands, but the smallfolk there were shy, peaceful creatures. They pointed him out to the kelpie’s old pond, and told him to bring salt and meat.

He snuck out on a bitterly cold night with a small bundle over his shoulder, and met Linden in the woods. They raced to the pond as they had once before, their hearts pounding, unsure of what they’d find. As they drew close they saw them at last, rainbow lights dipping and dancing and twisting over the breath-thin ice on the water’s surface, and Linden recoiled. “Adam.”

“Will they help?”

“Adam, we can’t -”

“Linden, I don’t care what they are. Will they help?”

“Maybe,” Linden admitted. “But pixies are dangerous, Adam. They answer to no court, they answer to no one. They claim everything as their prey, even -”

As they watched, three lights suddenly converged against one. A thin, high shriek reached them from across the water. Blood spattered over the delicate ice, steaming for a brief moment. One of the lights went out.

“ - each other,” Linden finished.

Adam drew a deep, shaky breath. “I’m beginning to think it’s only your people who are nice, Linden.”

“We’re mostly nice,” Linden agreed, their voice gone breathy. “Do you still want to do this?”

“Do you?”

“Yes. I wither a little each day, not knowing.”

Adam nodded and took down the bundle. He opened it, reached in, and threw a heavy piece from a steer’s leg on the ground before them.

For a moment nothing happened. But as the scent of raw meat and blood spread on the cold night air, they saw a change come over the idle, lazy chaos of multicolored lights over the still, dark water. Like moved to like and they began to swirl faster and faster in tiny hurricanes.

Adam unwound his scarf, dropped his gloves in the middle of it, and twisted it around sharply, waiting. “Get ready.”

The pixies came like a swarm of angry hornets. They didn’t come for the meat; they arrowed at those who they feared might keep them from such a feast. Adam was done being polite; two of his friends were embroiled in a conflict that he didn’t understand. From what little he knew, it was fighting that could have been avoided, if the Queen Beyond the Woods had bothered to even try.

He swung his makeshift weapon looking for no prisoners.

Two pixies went flying, one to crash into the water and disappearing at once, another to slam against the trunk of a nearby oak with a cry, stumbling down into the blanket of leaves beneath the tree, its golden light nearly gone. Two more, though clipped, managed to backwing away. One avoided the prince altogether, hissing like an airborne viper at him.

A smaller, green flock chose to ambush the survivors. Above, a small cloud of violet light swirled. Watching, Adam guessed. A stream of blue tried to use the foliage of the wild irises as cover to rush up on the two friends.

Linden cried out something Adam couldn’t understand, and the blade-like leaves closed into an impenetrable wall. No lights came out.

Slowly, so slowly, a single violet light spiraled down. “We greet the Danu child. We greet the mortal prince.” The pixie was not human; of all the fairies he’d met, Adam had yet to see one that was so distant from the mortal seeming. It was as if someone had taken clay and smoothed from it two legs and two arms, adding at least two extra joints to each limb but adding no actual body or further noticeable features. It was the size of Adam’s forearm. Its wings were a dragonfly’s, and its skin was an eel’s, smooth and speckled, a deep violet that colored the light coming from it. Its voice was the low growl of a small, angry animal cornered in its den.

“I greet you in return,” Adam replied. “And for your courtesy, I offer this gift to you and yours.” He gestured to the piece of beef and pointedly backed away a step.

The pixie curled up in the air, twisting a leg around until it could scratch its face with the long, birdlike toes on it. There were no eyes to its face, no nose, no ears. Only a gash of a mouth where jagged teeth like broken glass flashed whenever it spoke. “Freely given?”

“For your courtesy,” Adam repeated.

It twittered something and the violet flock crashed down onto the meat, snarling as they tore it apart. Adam let them eat, aware that the green flock, four lights in all, was still floating warily at a distance, and that a dim golden glow was barely visible under the blanket of the dead oak leaves.

Eventually, the same pixie (or so Adam hoped), left the others and fluttered up to Adam, though just out of arm’s reach of both him and Linden. “You have more gifts, mortal prince. We can smell them.”

“Ah, those are not gifts. Those are payment for favors done.”

The flock rose at once. “What need have we to do favors for what is rightfully ours!” the pixie hissed.

“What need have I to offer payment for favors not done.” Adam shrugged. “Winter comes. Prey goes to ground, to sleep the winter sleep, to hide under cover of snow and ice. Winter is a lean time for all predators, even the best ones.”

“We do not answer to you, mortal prince. We do not answer even to the Danu child!”

“I would never ask that you heed me,” Linden replied. “I know what rights you claim, and what you paid for them. They are yours in my woods, always.”

The pixie, apparently bereft of the fight it had been expecting, hung silent in the air. “What favors?”

“News,” Adam said quickly. “Information. There is a war -”

“It is not our concern.”

“I do not ask that you make it your concern,” Adam agreed. “I ask, yes or no, do you understand it, the reason for it? The ebb and flow of it?” He crouched down and from his bag pulled out a plucked duck.

“Duck,” the pixie breathed. “Greasy, rich, dark, fed fat and lazy duck.”

“Careful, pixie,” Linden warned, and the trees all around them creaked in no wind. “We will not be lied to.”

The violet light pulsed like a small heart. “No and no,” it snarled.

Adam hung his head, and threw them the duck all the same. They scattered away from it. “We cannot give you what you ask,” the pixie demanded.

“I did not ask you to,” Adam told it. “I asked you two questions, and you answered them fairly. The payment’s yours. Take it in good faith, but we have no more to say to one another.”

They fell on the duck with enough zeal that a fight nearly broke among their numbers, tearing it apart and dashing away with the bits.

“What about you?” Linden called out to the flock of green hovering over the water. “Can you answer fair and honest?”

They didn’t draw very close; they were the smallest of all the flocks, barely four in number. “What we want, the mortal prince does not have in his wee bag.” The pixie’s voice was a mournful loon’s call. “What we want, the Danu child alone can give.”

Adam looked at Linden in surprise. “It is autumn, nearly winter,” Linden sounded just as surprised. “I’ve very little I can give at the best of times, less now. But ask, and I will give you an honest answer, if nothing else.”

“We want a home.”

“Traitors!” Voices within the wild irises hissed and snarled. “Cowards!”

“We are hungry! We are tired!” A single green light, parting from the flock, shouted back and moved to hover before Linden. “We know war, Danu-child. We know what brings it about. We fought our own for our freedom. But that freedom tastes stale and false when our children wither in their cocoons from hunger. Freedom has brought us nothing but death. Give us a place in your woods. Give us your law; we have watched you, every season of your life. We know you will be fair as the Queen Beyond the Woods will never be. We ask that you count us yours.”

Linden stared helplessly at Adam, who could only shrug. “Do you trust me, pixie?” They stretched out a hand.

Light as a bird, the pixie alighted on their palm and crouched down. They were much tinier, their body no bigger than Linden’s outstretched hand. “We do.”

“I have no court. I only have my woods, my friends.”

“Your woods and your friends are more potent a force than you can imagine, Danu child. We cannot go on as we are. Our light will be gone from the world and we will be forgotten, and I… do not want that for my flock.”

Linden drew a deep breath. “Then I count you and your flock mine, pixie. And these are your first laws: you hunt to eat, not for sport. You do no war upon your kin unless they do war upon you. And if they do, they do war upon me.”

The woods whispered, and Adam felt as if a hundred eyes were bearing witness to something profoundly momentous. Tiny, twittering, nervous sounds came from the wild irises.

Lightly, Linden kissed the smooth, narrow top of the pixie’s head. “It is autumn, nearly winter. But I will find a safe, warm place for you and your flock. If I am warm, you will be warm; if I have food, you will have food. Now answer the mortal prince’s question.”

The pixie, crouched down on Linden’s hand, turned to stare sightlessly at Adam. “Yes. And no.”

Adam groaned, but he crouched down and brought out a string of sausages, the last wealth inside the sack.

The pixies squealed like rusty hinges. “Oh, long squish smoke guts!”

“Meatsy meat!”

“Crunchy grains and twiggy herby herbs!” They dove upon the string when Adam dropped it.

“Mortal prince,” a thin voice of wind on dry reeds rasped out. “I have the answers you seek.”

Linden stared all around in shock. Adam turned toward the oak, not entirely surprised. “Do you?”

“On my life I do,” the last of the golden pixies declared, its voice full of pain. “Spare it, and I will give it to you. I have the answers to your questions, and if what I know does not satisfy you, then I will find those that will.”

Adam balked. “I don’t want to own anyone. I’m not like the Folk in the Woods.”

“I don’t care,” the pixie snarled. “My life is all the coin I have. I cannot be of the woods, I am of the city. If you want your answers, I must live long enough to give them. And if you give me my life, I only have it to repay you.”

Adam and Linden crossed a look. The night had gone nowhere they’d meant for it to go. “You know it’s right, Adam. If we leave it like this, the moment I let the others loose they’ll fall on it. That’s their way,” Linden said quietly.

“I know, I know, but it’s not a thing, it’s not an inkpot or a book or something to be owned.” Adam pressed his hands to his face and made a high sound of profound impatience. “A task then,” he exclaimed on a whim. “If I give you your life, you must find a way to give me mine. Truly and fairly.”

“Truly and fairly.” The pixie dug itself out from where it had hid, among the autumn-kissed leaves. “And then?”

“And then your life is your own. If you stay, you don’t stay because you owe anyone, you stay because you choose to.”

“And if you die before I can repay you?”

“Then you’re free anyway.”

“You make poor bargains, mortal prince.”

“Maybe,” Adam admitted, shrugging off his coat. “But that’s only because I could make them unfair, and choose not to. Pixies.” He showed the flock of green lights the heavy coat. “To warm you, until Linden can find something better. In exchange for one sausage.”

“Is that satin?” one of the pixies cried out in delight.

“Are those buttons brass?”

“The stitching is gold!”

They all but threw the sausage at his feet. Adam dropped the coat and snatched the treat up, moving closer to the golden pixie and unwinding his scarf. “Can you move?”

It was the size and color of a young trout, golden and rainbow, pink and white and green, flecked with black and brown. Its wings were terribly crumpled and broken. “I have moved all that I could, mortal prince,” it admitted wearily.

“Don’t bite me,” Adam warned. As carefully as he could he scooped the tiny fairy up and bundled it up in the scarf, giving it the sausage at last; it was heavier than Adam had expected, and clung to its sausage as possessively as a miser to a coin. “Oh, gods, now what do we do?”

“Well, you go back to the palace before you freeze blue,” Linden told him tartly before gesturing at his coat, which was moving all on its own, full of admiring and delighted pixies. “But I have to tend to this. Pixie, the mortal prince’s questions?”

The golden pixie shifted tiredly its featureless head, too exhausted and wounded to even eat. “Yes. And yes.”

“Go,” Linden told Adam. “Find out what you can, and tell me tomorrow.”

Adam ran.

***

He named the pixie Trout, because it had no name Adam could pronounce. That night, it sat trembling on the prince’s desk as Adam bathed its broken wings on willow-tea and stretched them out from the crumpled, broken heap they’d ended up in. “You don’t look hurt anywhere else.”

“I am not hurt anywhere else. I do not need to be. My wings are all I am.”

Trout knew of war. Sitting there and instructing Adam on the brutal attention to its wings, it spoke on its whispering, papery voice. It was an old creature, though pixies were only a step above the kelpie: they counted 'yesterday’, 'today’ and 'tomorrow’, but little else. It had seen war, and had fought in one where pixies had won, and demanded to be free of any Court, a wish which had been granted to them, and which had turned out to be more curse than blessing. But it couldn’t tell Adam how long ago, or against who, or on whose side. Only that the palace had not been there when it had been fought, and the lights of its folk had outnumbered the stars in the sky.

“This is no war,” it told Adam. “The Court is bored. There are almost no princes left to kill, not until the new crop is weaned. So they made it seem that the above-folk want something from the below-folk and the below-folk went killing the above-folk, and of course neither will abide the other doing that, and here we are.”

“For fun.” Adam had to stop to steady his hands. “They did this for fun. They started a war for fun.”

Trout turned its empty face toward him. “You seem to be caring more about them than about you. I’m not certain those are sensible priorities, mortal prince.”

“Call me Adam. Everyone here is a prince, but I’m still the only Adam.” He went back to work. It had to be hurting, yanking and tugging on the pixie’s wings, but other than grinding the jagged rows of its teeth, Trout did not react. “Do you know who’s winning?”

“No one. Whenever one side gets an advantage, they go sneaky-sneaking in and fix it so it’s all blood and chaos again.”

Adam said nothing to that, because there was nothing he trusted himself to say. Instead he got up and very carefully poured the rest of the willow tea into his wash-basin, thinning it and cooling it with some water from the pitcher. “If you soak your wings in this, they should hurt you less.”

Trout eyed him warily, and Adam added a kerchief next to the basin. “And wash your face, too, you have bits of sausage all over it.”

“It was good sausage,” Trout admitted wistfully.

“If you get better quickly, and can fly to take messages, I’ll get you more sausages. And bacon.”

“Bacon!”

“Don’t fall asleep in the basin, Trout. I don’t want to get bit fishing you out,” Adam teased, weary to his bones and yet somehow glad to know at least one problem in his life could be solved with something so simple as bacon.

Trout huffed with offended dignity, and proceeded to do exactly that. But at least it remembered not to bite when Adam did fish it out and set it down on the pillow next to his own.

***

Winter came on full of bluster and bitterly cold. With pleasant entertainment, the Court didn’t see a need to try and shorten the season, and all the misery they’d been holding back was left to catch up with the mortal world.

Adam got somewhat used to carrying a pixie in his pocket as Trout healed, and discovered perhaps the only good thing to come from the war: the Court would have no winter celebrations. It would not close its doors. Linden could stay in the woods. They didn’t seem nearly as elated about those news as Adam was, at first, and the prince felt his delight wane into wariness. “Isn’t that a good thing? Don’t you want to stay?”

“Of course it’s a good thing!” Linden was watching pixies come and go, filling old squirrel nests with pilfered wool to make nests no one would oust them from. Perched on Adam’s shoulder, Trout watched as well. “Of course I want to stay. It’s just. I mean…. Oh, butter and burrs!” They threw themselves down on the worn root of the linden tree and mumbled.

“What?”

“I said,” Linden exclaimed with an exasperated sigh, “that my hair falls out in winter!”

Adam blinked, the concept of Linden concerned over something so alien as vanity impossible to understand. Then, quite mistakenly, he thought he’d got it. “Oh, so you’ll need a hat, then! You don’t have any.”

Linden peeked at him. “I suppose,” they replied, sitting up with ill-grace and staring closely at Adam. “You won’t think me a silly sight, bare like a tree in winter?”

“Linden, I never think you silly. Reckless and obstinate, but we’re matched on that.” Adam brightened up. “You’ll be here for my birthday! And for the Longest Night! Now I know what to get you for a present.” Linden suddenly hugged him, nearly sending Trout tumbling. “They’ve called you silly for it, haven’t they?”

“Yes.”

“Well, when has their opinion ever mattered to us?”

Bereft of half their family and forced to wait for Trout to heal before they could do anything about it, they focused instead on younger, simpler times, roaming through all the old familiar places, bringing up rich and merry memories of childhood, unwilling to think of the future and refusing to give the bleak present the pleasure of ruining their time together, taking refuge in the past instead. Linden did lose all their white, gold-tipped hair at about the same time the linden tree lost the last of its leaves, revealing a fine spattering of green freckles on the bark-brown, smooth skin; they promptly hid them beneath a satin-lined woolen cap, and then under any number of caps and hats acquired for them not just by Adam, but by Dane and Beli and Culli.

Without that tempting crown of foliage they discovered the horses were no longer inclined to try to chew on Linden, and suddenly riding was not only possible, but enjoyable.

Sometimes the black dog haunted their wake. Sometimes the black stag shadowed them through the woods.

“Perhaps I should have you teach me archery,” Linden commented tartly one of those times, and they saw their everpresent shadow no more, even if the pressure of his presence didn’t ease.

In the winter-sere woods, Adam learned to draw Linden at last; the true Linden, the long-limbed creature as graceful as a willow, as sweet as a linden, as powerful as an oak. He learned the true shape of those graceful hands that would gently lift a pixie up to catch a breeze, the sharp bark talons that could snatch and rend the life out of a rabbit so they could have dinner over a small fire. He groused endlessly about the smaller things, far more precious, Linden’s laugh, the way the shattered eyes shifted through every color with their moods, the way they curled up among the linden tree roots, stuffed in a whole bunch of coats and cloaks and scarves, having merry conversations with the birds that didn’t leave the woods through winter.

He let his eyes lead his fingers as the charcoal stick raced over paper, instead of the other way around. He drew anything and everything, Trout as the pixie peeked warily out of a pocket to speak to the green pixies, always seemingly surprised to be treated with courtesy by them. He drew the woods and added details from memory. He sketched his absent friends and those who waited for him in the palace, Dane and Beli and the Culli-maid, left to his service once Arditty had wed and departed to her own domain.

He would never, he realized one day in profound chagrin, be an artist. Oddly, it didn’t hurt him as it had before. This time he’d tried, he really had. He’d found the flaw in himself and corrected it. He could expect no more of himself.

It was also the day, two weeks before the Longest Night festivities, that he realized there were only two princes older than him in the palace. Everyone else was now younger. When had that happened?

Linden, who’d been sitting in the sun, head upturned and eyes closed, basking in the silver, pale light for it brightness rather than its warmth, looked at Adam as he froze in realization. “Are you finished, then?”

Adam looked at the drawing, and felt something inside him hurt in the best possible way. How could it not be love? “I suppose. I’m not very good at it, but it’s as done as it’s going to get.” He felt heat spilling over his face but made no effort to hide the workbook as Linden moved to their feet and approached eagerly.

“Well, let me see.” They stared curiously at the drawing. No oil or paint or canvas, only charcoal in fine, measured lines, with precision and care. “Is this what you see,” they asked, their voice gone still. “Is this what you see when you look at me?”

“Yes,” Adam admitted readily, his heart beating like a warring sparrow’s wings. “The most beautiful creature in the world.”

Linden’s breath caught with a sharp little sound, and they turned to stare at Adam, who stared right back, almost defiantly. The many-colored eyes bloomed into spring and went to a riot of summer right there in that empty winter clearing, and so slowly, so gently, Linden leaned down and kissed their young, oblivious mortal of a prince for a long, long moment. When they parted away Adam gasped briefly, tasting linden flowers and honey on his lips.

“Adam, what do these people teach you, that it’s taken you this long?” Linden teased.

“Nothing useful,” he admitted, his voice hoarse.

“I’ve bound my life to a blind idiot,” Trout commented dryly from its pocket, and Linden laughed, and for a moment it was summer, sweet and golden, in the shadow of the linden tree.

***

Adam couldn’t keep it to himself, least of all from those who’d known him nearly as long as Linden. Dane took a look at him when he came back that night, dazed with realization, and shook his head, smiling faintly. Beli gave him a narrow-eyed look, and merely warned him very tartly, “Well, this better no interfere with your studies.”

Culli merely smiled. After dinner, as she examined his mending, which was never too onerous a task, with Beli and Dane arguing quietly about something to do with the temperature in the rooms and the outrageous price of ink, she gestured him close. Adam stood before her like an errant schoolboy. “Well,” she told him. “It’s been a bit long coming, hasn’t it.”

Adam sagged and blew a long breath. “Am I the only one who didn’t know?”

“Well, it’s not that we knew,” she corrected him. “It’s just that there had to be a reason for such as Linden and such as you to come together.”

“We were friends! We’ve always been friends.”

“Aye, Highness, that’s the very point. I’m not saying they loved you from the first. But they did want to be your friend from the first. Their heart was freely given on nothing but what they saw and weighted on a wee lad. How many do you know of their kind that do that sort of thing?”

Adam licked his lips. “Only the ones they’ve brought. Only our friends.”

Culli nodded, and then shook her head in wonderment. “It’s hard to know you and not love you, Highness,” she told him, and laughed a little when he flushed red to his ears. “Well, go on now. Whatever Beli and Master Leminy might have to say about your lessons, you have to make up for lost time now, don’t you? Will you be inviting them to the Longest Night ball?”

Adam chewed on his lip. “I want to, Culli. I want to so much. But it seems so dangerous. The Dowager’s so blind in her hatred. I think I need to speak to them about it.”

“About it and about many other things.” She gave him a pointed look.

Adam scurried into his bedroom as fast as he could.

The thing was, they didn’t want to talk about the future, because to discuss a future without including Boul or Needlemaw in the conversation seemed too much like tempting fate to snatch them away in the present. Trout’s wings were sloughing off like skin from a sunburn, and the pixie was even more impatient than Adam to be airborne, often clinging to the ears of the prince’s charger as the horse raced over the meadows just so it could feel the bite of the wind, as if afraid it would forget what it felt like. Until the pixie could fly they couldn’t send word to either of their friends about the Court’s treachery, couldn’t know if sending word would even do any good.

In the end, Linden decided against the ball. Much as they wanted to see the glitter and beauty that Adam described, much as they hoped that in its own way it would be better than the wondrous galas of the Folk Beyond The Woods, they knew the Dowager Queen for another deadly enemy, and the party for another trap wrapped in satin, gossamer and jewels.

Adam had never really attended the ball beyond showing up, dipping his head politely at the Dowager and making a round of whatever adults had been invited; nothing else was expected of him. It took longer that year because he was repeatedly stopped to hear commentary about how tall he was getting, how broad across the shoulders, how fair on the face. In the end he had to practically sneak into the kitchen, snatching snacks as he went and shoving a crispy meat pastie into the pocket of the elegant, severe blue frock coat he was wearing as a Prince of the Blood. Trout’s appreciative trill nearly broke glass.

He dashed away into the woods with a satchel full of gifts, and dropped it in shock when he came to the clearing.

Lights hung everywhere, delicate floating bubbles of color. A few were Linden’s pixies; the rest they’d conjured to dispel the shadows of the longest night upon the world, and the clearing basked in delicate, multicolored light that made the ice flash like precious jewels.

He gave them their gift, a wheel of cheese cut into fourths and a whole cured ham hock cut into thin slices, and watched them dance in delight, grinning. Until the sight of Linden took his breath away.

Before they’d decided against attending the ball, Linden and Adam had discussed the matter of attire with some trepidation. Apparently in the Court they were given no choice as to what to wear; it was provided for them and that was that. Adam had no such concerns, and was quietly and deeply incensed at the casual cruelty of such a simple thing as taking choice away from someone you wanted to impress. He explained in great detail the cut and fit of his own outfit, and with some difficulty the more complex and colorful gowns of the ladies of the court, to which he’d never paid a great deal of attention. It was just as well they’d decided against the ball, and both of them blew secret breaths of relief at it.

But that night Linden had chosen an attire for the only person in the world for whom it mattered. They were a fey thing indeed, as luminous as the pixies. The green freckles on their skin gleamed in the dark. Their shattered eyes glowed like sacred lights. Exactly a replica to Adam’s clothing to every stitch, they wore a fine white shirt and a rich cravat under a frock coat of every shade of green, every tree stitched in brown with painstaking precision. Their pants were the soft, dark brown of rich earth, dotted with stitched shapes of birds, of mice and squirrels and deer, of wolves and hawks and snakes. Their feet were bare.

There was a thin circlet of living vines on their very bald head.

“You’ll be cold,” Adam protested in a daze. “You’re beautiful, Linden. You’re a prince more than I ever will be.”

Linden laughed and it was alright, it was really Linden, his Linden. “Do you like it? It took forever to make and I kept thinking someone in the smallfolk would tell you and it wouldn’t be a surprise anymore.”

“I think it suits you,” was all Adam could say. He dropped the satchel and rummaged through it until he found a present. Unsurprisingly, it was a hat.

“Oh, thank you, yes.” Linden threw the crown of vines aside, where it promptly burrowed and slithered into the ground, and dragged the hat almost to their ears. Only then did Adam notice that one of their hands was still bark, rather that smooth brown skin.

“Linden.”

“Mm? Oh, that.” They smiled in triumph and offered the hand. “Look.”

Adam took the hand in his and looked. His breath caught; there, surrounded by bark, sat the iron ring, untarnished but made harmless not by fey power, but by the very nature of Linden themselves. “You did it. Linden, you did it!”

“I did! I told you I could.” They chewed on their lip. “I gave the knife to Needle, before she left. I hope she’s alright. I hope that was alright.”

“Well, the handle’s from some sea creature, so she should be fine if that’s all she touches.” Adam saw the light of the shattered eyes falter, and drew himself very straight, offering his most refined and elegant bow. “May I have this dance?”

Linden laughed, caught by surprise. “Are you sure it’s alright? Dressed like this? Maybe I should’ve got the other kind of clothing.”

“It’s just clothing. It’s like me being called a prince, it’s just a title because I’m related to the Dowager. Honestly I have no idea how they dance with all those skirts piled on top of one another. This is much nicer.” Linden surrendered their hands, and Adam took them, and they danced to music only they could hear, knowing only that they had one another, and that it was enough. “I wouldn’t care what you wore, Linden. I only care that it’s you.”

They kissed, sweet and shy and glad, and then laughed and danced until the cold chased Adam back to the palace.

Neither of them saw the mismatched eyes, one green and one gold, staring at them with hate from the dark.

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cybervesna · 2 years ago

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🖌🎡 for the ship ask!

Aww, thank you for the ask! I'm assuming you mean Vincent and Hanako so I'm gonna answer that for them :> Also I got carried away but that's a question that speaks into my headcanon 🥲

🖌 - Who's a better artist?

Hanako. That's not under discussion even if Vincent would try to object 🥲 Hanako has the artistic soul she's manifesting all the time. I HC that since Japanese standards are pretty strong on hiding emotions, she found a way to express herself exactly in art, music specifically. Most preferably it would be by playing piano.

Her love for the instrument and music is strongly showcased in the lore, with choices of Chopin and Debussy (Romantic and Impressionism, music eras strongly rooted in emotions) portraying that she is an strongly emotional individual. Aside from piano, we also know about her dance skills and that she plays koto too from her 2020 character sheet, so it only "confirms" my own theory.

So I HC that if she can, she plays piano daily, sometimes several times a day if needed (to release her emotional baggage) That's why she played Nocturne Op. 55 No. 1 just to wait for V, and her choice of what to play is strongly dependent on her own emotional state.

First time she played something for Vincent, was Moonlight Sonata, specifically 1st Movement, and then she asked him "Is this how love sounds like?". To which he responded "This must be very sad love. The one I feel is passionate, strong, and chaotic." Her response to that was playing 3rd Movement, and repeating the question, but Vincent still didn't agreed "It's closer, but it still lacks something... It's too aggressive, lacks... Serenity." Making her confused how chaos can be serene, when it hit her, and to that Hanako plays him a third piece that reflects everything from passion to chaos and a glimpse of serenity. Piece that made her cry as she was pressing the keys (but Vincent couldn't see it) and when she finished, he addmited "Yes, this is how love sounds like. Who wrote it?" And after she was sure her voice won't crack she revealed "I did. It's the sound I have in my head when I think of you.".

There's also the poem! My headcanon is that the shard "Death of a Mercenary, author unknown" is written by her, since it can be found in her bedroom. Also in my fanfic Highway Tune I included, that Hanako relates the new experiences with Vincent to a poem "I sing the Body Electric" she learned while learning English.

""Pinch me, 'cause I feel like dreamin'." Vincent murmured, and Hanako couldn't help but smile. They are truly living a dream right now. "I just got a good morning kiss from the most gorgeous creature on this planet."

She couldn't help but scoff at him.

"What? I'm hopelessly romantic." He said in a defensive tone, making Hanako bite her lower lip not to start laughing. She decided to add her piece too, so V won't feel alone in sharing his thoughts.

"There is something in staying close to men and women and looking on them, and in the contact and odor of them, that pleases the soul well,

All things please the soul, but these please the soul well. "

They didn't dare to break eye contact as she quoted the poem to him. V looked amazed by her words.

"You always have to be fancier, huh?"

So yeah, Hanako lives and breathes all kinds of art, BUT! Vincent is just a little bit of an artist himself too :> He's not practicing it so strongly like Hanako does, but he has a paper sketch book!

Vincent picked up traditional drawing "after" his own father. One of the very little possession that are left of him was his sketch book his mother took. So he grew up knowing his dad sketched everything around. Since actual sketching paper was expensive, Vincent was learning with anything and everything he could. At very young age it was sand on the ground and a stick, if he went somewhere it would be napkins and pen, etc. It wasn't anything like "I want to be an artist." It was rather something as a kiddo to impress his mom that he's just like his dad, and something to kill time when he got older. It became therapeutic even.

So at some point when he got the money, and life put on his way an art store, he bought his own sketch book and nice pencils. From now on he was drawing everything that was on his head. Would it be his friends, Jackie and Misty, or a gonk he killed and looked at his massacred face too long so it left a print on his memory that he had to get rid of. At some point it would be Johnny, and his memories. There will be his fears too, like before the parade he was drawing how he and Takemura would talk to Hanako (which his imagination portrayed way differently than the future actually was). Then after the parade it was Hanako, staring at him, unamused, knowing that he's the biggest fool on Earth for trying to kidnap her (it was Takemura tho!). And from there he fell into the rabbit hole when he was loosing his mind in the Arasaka's Space Station.

Jackie, Johnny and Hanako were his obsession according to Professor Kusama. While the first two didn't bothered Arasaka psychiatrists, all the versions of their boss he drew, were definitely disturbing for them. He was drawing her emotions, faces she did at him that he mesmerized. Her profile, hypnotic eyes, and bloody lips. His dreams of her amid the flowers, and lustful desires. Something from his head that wasn't meant for sharing that ended up in hands of Arasaka's doctors when they searched his room after he destroyed it. He dropped drawing for a while after that. But at some point, Hanako was willing to pose for him, and he couldn't deny her.

🎡 - Who gets scared on the ferris wheel?

None. They both are pretty used to more dangerous stuff, with Hanako using AV all the time, and Vincent... Just doing dangerous shit lmao.

#cyberpunk 2077 #vincent giovanna #oc ask game #ship ask game #vinnako #otp ask game #OTP: Highway Tune #OTP: Vento Aureo #Vinnako #vincent giovanna x hanako arasaka #long post

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madrigaljail · 3 years ago

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I posted 2,698 times in 2022

That's 2,698 more posts than 2021!

221 posts created (8%)

2,477 posts reblogged (92%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@encantoisawesome

@graveyardwriting

@slingerapen

@omgcheez

@malewifebruno

I tagged 2,302 of my posts in 2022

Only 15% of my posts had no tags

#bruno - 104 posts

#my writing - 92 posts

#the madrigal in-laws - 91 posts

#not encanto - 89 posts

#yes good - 68 posts

#fanart - 67 posts

#always reblog - 55 posts

#fic rec - 47 posts

#triplets triplets triplets - 44 posts

#pepa - 42 posts

Longest Tag: 133 characters

#the previous summer abuela helena had fallen very ill and asked to speak with her and luisa alone to tell them the story of her life.

My Top Posts in 2022:

Happy birthday you absolute goddess 🦄

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OBBB (Oogie Boogie Bash Bruno) Facts

Because videos are coming out and we’re learning things about this precious bean. Also feel free to add more/link videos because I’m too lazy to go back and do it, sorry >.<

It’s his first time in California but Mirabel told him all about it (she’s been doing meet and greets for a while now and THIS IS SO STINKING CUTE).

He’s out of salt! (Please if you’re going do not give him salt, I’m guessing this is a Disney health and safety thing, same with the reason he’s not wearing flip flops. Why he doesn’t have Jorge’s spackle trowel while Mother Gothel is going around flashing a dagger is beyond me.).

He has 32 rats and usually feeds them empanadas or arepas con queso because of course. They do like candy too since there’s so much of it around.

What does he feed himself? Who knows, when asked what he had for dinner he want off about the rats. Someone get this man a handwich.

Once upon a time his mother asked him to clean the house, but he hates cleaning, so he came up with the character of Jorge - who doesn’t mind it - and cleaned all of Casita! “My Mama Alma was so proud!” :’)

He does hop over cracks!!

ETA: “ "Once you get out of the walls, pretty much anyone you meet becomes your best friend." Bruno NO 😢

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Just leaving this here for anyone worrying about fandom dying and needing a little motivation. We’re still out here, finish your WIP, get back to those sketches, post that meta, folks are ready to eat it all up <3

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My #1 post of 2022

Some Less-Known Encanto Word of God

So I’m casually checking Encanto’s TV Tropes page because it’s always a good time, but then I got to Word of God and stumbled across this, uh, detail:

In this podcast, Jared Bush points out that due to the heartbreak and fear that Alma experienced at the riverside after seeing her husband murdered, once she learned of Bruno's powers, she would have found it impossible to resist pressuring him to frequently look into the future for threats and dangers to the Encanto. Thus, the observations that have been made about Bruno having a depressed attitude which led to him seeing bad futures is wrong. It's the opposite, pressure on Bruno to always look for the worst the future has to offer is what left him with a stressed, forlorn attitude. Sadly, Bruno is probably the first casualty of Alma's unresolved grief and fear.

Which. Um. Sure is some information!!! What, and I cannot stress this enough, the FUCK, Alma??? Like I can totally see and have read - and written! - fic where this happens but holy Christ on a crutch.

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postambientlux · 4 years ago

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BEST AMBIENT OF 2021

the 100 BEST AMBIENT ALBUMS of 2021 curated by @holsgr

#100 : Robert Takahashi Crouch - Jubilee (Room40)

#99 : Xu & Darren Harper - Arising & Ceasing of Things (Rottenman Editions)

#98 : Tim Linghaus - Memory Sketches II (Schole Records)

#97 : Hauschka, Rob Petit & Robert MacFarlane - Upstream (Sonic Pieces)

#96 : Ross Gentry - Prism of Dust (Polar Seas Recordings)

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A Cure for Insomnia CH.4

WARNING OF DEPICTION OF A PANIC ATTACK and mentions of drugging.

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The rest of the day went by pretty uneventfully. That is after Nate lectured you about stranger danger and how you couldn't just walk forty miles in two hours. You really have no clue how you messed up the math that bad or how calling Nate for a ride never crossed your mind. Nate made you promise not to get into another stranger's car, especially without knowing their fucking names.

“I mean seriously YN, you just hopped in their car because they had a dog?! That's literally the first thing they tell you not to do when you learn about stranger danger!” he said munching on a boston cream donut. It was a good thing you'd brought donuts because you caused this man to stress eat...or was that a bad thing?

After you agreed to having better stranger danger instincts, Nate told you things would be run a little differently around the shop. Apparently the camera out back had died on Sunday, which although weird could be explained away as a camera that hasn't been updated or switched out since the shop was opened, maybe even before then too. So unfortunately Big Jo and Nate still didn't know who broke into your car or if they had been looking for anything. But Big Jo still wants to take precautions like the two of you leaving together and in the morning one of you waiting in their car with the doors locked for the other to come and then entering the building together.

Nate also mentioned a few other things, shipping and inventory related, that wouldn't really pertain to you or change any of your current tasks. It's really just to limit the amount of people coming through the back room. The back room was the emptiest you've ever seen when you went to check on your deer skull. You wonder if you hadn't been hired who would've gotten this position and how long they'd be able to keep their mouth shut about the obviously illegal activity going on. But you remember the person who had this position before you had been Bambi, a sweet if not oblivious girl. So, had you not come along the Cowells would have probably found someone else who didn't have an ounce of perception for their surroundings.

The week goes by slowly and with no further incidents. The deer skull has been completed and you plan on taking it to Maddie's Workshop next week to get a mount for it. In the time that you were bleaching and polishing the bones Nate took it upon himself to clean around the shop. Even though he's made it clear you just have to do your task list here, which takes about an hour maybe two depending on the tasks, he's always working on something.

Nate's the type of guy who's never content to just chill he needs to keep moving always chasing that high you get from accomplishing a goal, whatever he's made his that day. He's probably just substituting whatever he did daily with these new deep cleans of his.

Even with the lack of incidents following your car's break in the two of you have kept to the new precautions. Nate even going so far as to remind you tonight that on Monday if you arrive before him you'll need to stay in the car. At this point you think it's less about safety and more about the security of the store's extra curricular activities. Either way you don't really mind.

Things seemed to return to normal, you were back to driving yesterday and after you rearranged furniture in your house you felt a little less on edge. And every night this week you'd been able to get a good night's sleep, which although not too strange did stand out to you. Maybe another thing that had kept you on edge this week, because it meant when you saw a shadow pass by you during the day you couldn't write it off as quickly as you normally would.

But tonight it seemed your luck had run out. You sat on your bed with your sketch book in hand just doodling strange squiggles till your eyes were so tired they couldn't focus. Putting the book down to rest your eyes and crack your wrist, you sigh not feeling tired at all. The thought of a hike isn't really appealing right now, plus if you made a run into the mini mart you'd probably see either Ronnie or even Tim working behind the counter, that thought set your ears a flame. While the night life in Kepler was decent especially for a Friday night in summer, you just felt the need to be alone.

A drive was the best answer you had. You'd just choose a random lane on the interstate and take a random exit till you found a diner or something, order a tea and a slice of pie. Like you were a background character in someone else's story longingly staring out the window as your dreams slowly slipped through your fingers in this cold cruel world. Ok, you'd been joking about that because you saw a TikTok saying that, but your melodramatic ass actually thinks that sounds fun.

Throwing on some jeans and a flannel over you muscle tee, you were out the door. When you were checking the lock you'd heard rustling coming from around the house where your bins were. Worse case it's a stalker, best case just some raccoons. Either way you decided to calmly but briskly walk to your car, locking the doors immediately. Once in you drove around the side of your house, luckily, you assume, you spot the chonkiest raccoon you've ever seen digging through the bins. His tiny little person hands drawing an awww from you even though his demonic gleaming eyes should send a chill down your spine.

Hissing at the car Chonk returns to dig through your garbage. Weird how he only comes on your pizza weeks. Probably has a thing for Leo's homemade pizzas. You sure as hell do, as much as you love it you do save a slice for this little guy. You haven't put it out yet though, eh you'll do it tomorrow.

Having solved that mystery you sit in your car and link up your phone so you can have your driving playlist. It's mainly Folk Punk and Sea Shanties and while most might say it's a weird combination you say it's the same genre just different fonts. You could drive hundreds of miles into the middle of no where listening to this playlist and you'd be just fine...maybe have an emotional break down or two but expressing your emotions is suppose to be good for you. Mouthing along to Jim Bogart as it comes through the stereo you set off on your little excursion.

Just like when you have the urge to hike at night the urge to drive is nearly one in the same. Momentum taking you forward and not looking back as you do, needing to just go forward with no real destination in mind. Tonight however would be a little different you'd stop at the first diner you see that's out of Kepler bounds. Or turn right back around at one in case you hadn't found anything. There've been times that you kept driving straight through morning and didn't know where the hell you ended up. Not to mention you rarely remember the ways to get back after going for so long, and gps can only get you so far in some of the towns that also border the Monongahela Forest. You'd just have to rely on dumb luck tonight.

Unlike hiking, which gives you a burst of adrenaline as you push your body to its limits to move as far as you can and as much as you can. Driving gives a much more relaxed feeling, it's a feeling a weightlessness that gets lighter and lighter the further you get from home. Some may describe that feeling as a wanderlust or nomadic calling, but you've never cared for either of those things. You've only ever wanted to stay in one place for as long as you could remember. Moving around so much in your youth really messed you up, and you promised yourself this would be the last time you uprooted your life. And you've really come to love Kepler in these past few months. You can't imagine how you'll feel next year after getting to know the community more, but so far it's been really compassionate and understanding, a few rocky spots here and there but nothing like your hometown.

Without realizing it you've picked up your speed, you're doing 75 in a 55 zone. Even with no other vehicles around you slow down to just above the speed limit. While there might not be any cops around looking for easy tickets you don't want to risk dissociating at 75MPH or more. That could only end horribly. Though dissociating behind the wheel at all would be horrible. In the middle of shaking yourself from these thoughts you catch sight of an exit sign, which holds the logo for Denny's on it, and the exit is coming up in five miles. Switching lanes you cross over and get ready to hop off on the next exit.

You're pretty sure the only pie Denny's has is the dry apple with a scoop of ice cream. That isn't very appetizing to you, but then again you aren't really a fan of pie, a fact you seemed to gloss over when you made the decision to drive out here this late at night. Not too bothered by the fact, you remember Denny's has a salted caramel and banana pancake which should work in place of pie.

Pulling into the parking lot there are only three other cars, peering into the diner you don't really see anyone so the cars must belong to the skeleton night crew. Entering the Denny's you see there actually is one other patron, you only see the back of his head as he makes no move to look at the new arrival.

“Hun, seat yourself, I'll be out in a bit.” is the motherly voice that rings out from the kitchen, truly something you've only experienced in the south. Walking into a diner in the dead of night and being treated like a daytime regular.

Seating yourself near the TV mounted to the wall you let the sounds of the soap opera playing drown out any buzzing you feel in your head. The waitress is out within minutes and though she startles at your masked face she regains her composure very quickly.

“I'd like the salted caramel pancakes if it's alright.” you say declining the offered menu.

“Just the pancakes?”

“Ah, yes please. And water's fine too.” it really pays to know the menu prior to coming in. Gives you ample time to run scripts over in your head.

Viv, the name on her name tag, nods and gives you a smile as she spins right round to the kitchen. Probably happy she won't have to run out so many times for just one order or maybe to spend time with the cooks in the back. You remember working food service sucked but the line cooks made it so much better at the end of the day. Even if they said you were too quiet and called you 'mouse'.

It might not have been exactly what you set out to do but this little midnight self date was really nice, you should do this more often.

Pancakes finished and mask back on you waited for Viv to bring out your check, then you notice the other patron also making his moves to leave. You're sat facing the door so when he turns and comes closer dread fills your veins like burning cold dry ice. It's David, a local from Kepler you briefly met when you first moved. He gave you really bad vibes and over all was just a very skeevy dude.

What made you feel worse about him was when he left town to “help his sister” right after Bambi disappeared. Those in your circle told you she always talked about leaving Kepler one day but you trusted your gut in saying she didn't leave by her own choice. It got made for her, and David leaving just furthered your theory. You look away hoping he hadn't noticed you but unfortunately you could hear his footsteps falter and then pick back up by passing the door completely.

“Hey...YN, right?” fuck he remembers you, alarm bells are ringing at this fact. Why would he remember someone he briefly met months ago?

“It really is you, still as quiet as I remember.” what did he mean the two of you only met a handful of times and that had been because of your mutual friendship with Bambi.

Where is Viv with the check? You'd really like if she saved you from this painful situation right now. But you aren't sure what's worse having to sit here and listen to David tell you everything he's been up to these past few months, like you even care. Or the thought of leaving with David having him follow you and maybe doing whatever he did to Bambi to you.

“Yea so my sister's better now, I should be seeing you around soon. We should catch up maybe do Saturday Night Dead. Does the Crypt still do that?” great a fucking rhetorical question, he knows the Cryptonomica still does it's weekly movie nights, it's only been two months he's been gone. Not to mention it's a big hit and a huge source of revenue for the shop.

You haven't said anything this whole time, fuck being polite to a potential killer, and fuck being polite to this creep. He's just been talking nearly nonstop for the last few minutes. He must really love the sound of his own voice or thinks he's the most charming person to ever grace the Earth with his presence. Since he's not really caring that you aren't proving to be a stimulating partner in this conversation. He really does love hearing himself talk. By the time he's said his own goodbyes Viv finally makes it out from the back.

She apologizes for the wait, had to go on her break sometime you supposed. You take your time finding your wallet, it's in your back pocket but you wanted to stall for time since you could still see David's car out there, you were also keeping an eye on your own car. Only relaxing when you saw him pull off from the corner of your eye. Oh look you've “found” your wallet, handing Viv your credit card you just want to get out of here quickly now.

You pay and leave a nice tip for Viv, while she didn't save you from that creep it's not like she could've known. You sit in your car for a moment or two just breathing in and out in the glow of the diner lights. Almost meditating before you begin your long drive back to Kepler with all these thoughts of David, Bambi's disappearance, and how it can't be coincidence that David is coming back at the same time that you have a break in. Could you be his next target? Were you just over thinking things? Just blaming this poor guy because you didn't like him? But you've always been intuitive and bad vibes aren't something to ignore. David appearing now meant something.

Just that thought alone put you on edge as your skin begins to crawl. With a few calming breaths you go to start the car and sync your radio when you notice the glow of the lights changed from the slight yellow to a sterile blueish white. Looking up where the diner should be you see the mini mart back at Kepler...how on earth did you get here? You didn't drive! You couldn't have dissociated while driving, you never even turned the car on and you can barely take a hike dissociating let alone do something as complex as drive a car.

It happens before you can register it, on shaky legs that move on their own you are passing the threshold of the convenience store and catching the tail end of a conversation.

“ppened to not feeding into delus...” the voice cuts off as the door shuts behind you. You know that voice why is it so hard to focus?

Something warm brushes your hand and you see someone in front of you. Who is that? You can't see their face, they've got a mask covering their face. Like you but that person is not you. You might know them...Tobais?

“Yea? You good there?” confusion, you blink hard and see you are standing in the mini mart now, Connor standing under your hand, Toby hovering close by and both Brian and Tim watch with unease over by the register.

“...I don't know how I...how I got here.” you register movement in the background but not consciously.

It's the shifting of Brian's head as he looks out the front windows and spots your Kia.

“You drove.” shaking your head, “Maybe...I don't...I dissociated?” in your confusion you can register Toby stiffen in front of you.

Fear, fear, uneasy, breath....are you breathing? Your head's so jumbled right now.

You scan the shop trying to look for answers that may help you but you find none. The more confused you get the more worked up you get, chest rising and falling rapidly. You take a step back or try to and end up falling on your butt. It's starting to get hard to breathe with your throat constricting, you bring a hand up to your larynx.

“..re.....have..attack......”

“could be o...me..”

“.....pressure...”

Is all you can make out with your fuzzy consciousness before a heavy pressure is piling on your chest and knocking you fully on your back. The pressure is actually pretty lifting as contradictory as it may seem. Instead of restricting your breathing more it seems to be kick starting your lungs to exhale and inhale. With oxygen coming back into your body you can feel your toes and the tingle behind them. You can feel your fingers and the fur under them. Fur?

Taking in a big breath you move your head and come face to muzzle with Connor. You give a nod of recognition to the dog before lying flat again and staring up at the ceiling. After about ten minutes you're thinking more clearly than before, which isn't saying much.

“Thanks.” you aren't sure who it's directed at but you still mean it.

It's silent until Toby breaks it, “I'm taking you home.”

“Car.” it's all you can manage to say but the message though distorted got through.

“I'll drive it, Brian follow behind.” there is no room for arguing, driving under any influence must be a touchy subject for Toby. Or maybe you're really fucked up right now and just can't comprehend how bad.

You use Connor to get up, he seems ready and no one else makes a move to you. Toby pushes past and holds the door open as Connor guides you, still holding onto his vest with one hand, and Brian murmurs something to Tim before following you three.

Outside Toby already has your keys in his hand, when did he get those? Did you give them to him? Your hand is risen, you must of...how on earth did you even drive like this. Had you really driven? There's a lump in your throat again and you're breathing's gone shaky, god you hope you didn't hurt anyone. You must have been zoning out for too long, not only is Connor pushing your legs but Toby has a grasp on your forearm coaxing you forward.

His grip isn't suffocating, honestly even seeing it there you still don't feel it. Maybe it's because you're so numb, or maybe it's because he's genuinely helping you but you can't feel the pain that usually comes with being touched. The sharp jab that feels like you've been struck with a fire poker where ever someone laid their hands on you. After he's pushed you into the backseat, more like nudged you, even making sure you didn't bump your head, he buckles you in then snaps and Connor jumps into the car and lays across your lap.

You're shaking, actually trembling as you look at Toby. What's going on? Why can't you figure out what's happening? The brunette doesn't say a thing as he gets into the driver's seat and buckles in to drive you home. That's strange you think, how does he know where to go? You told him right, just follow the road...or maybe he guessed from the other day. What happened to you? Why the mini mart? You were at Denny's.

“This town doesn't have a Denny's.” did you say that out loud?

“I...I went for a drive, a town over...up...no.. north I think...” you start blinking barely able to keep your eyes open before your eyes lock shut. It's sending you over the edge even more in your confusion.

“Hey, hey just focus on the Denny's. What'd you do once you got there?” is he trying to distract you? Calm you down? Or is he trying to piece together what happened like you are? You can remember Denny's just fine, the dull yellow glow of the inside the skeleton crew murmuring in the back, the pancakes you had, and the “conversation” with David. Did David do this, had he put something in your water glass? Did you even touch your water glass after he left? Breathe. You need to breathe. Toby's waiting.

“Pancakes...I had pancakes. Then that creep came over...and he started talking. Didn't like. We aren't friends, I don't know him. I don't understand why he'd talk to me. Didn't like. Didn't like.” finger back to pressing down on your larynx and the weight of Connor preventing your legs from striking out at the seat in front of you.

“Wait, were you drugged?” Eyes flash to the rear view to lock with your own teary stare.

“No, maybe...I don't think so.” you barely feel the pain in your throat right now, this is all so overwhelming. “He left, I...I watched him drive off before getting in my car... I had an episode while the car was off then..” then you were at the mini mart. You never touched the ignition.

“I didn't drive, I never started the car. Didn't, didn't, didn't” Your attack is probably stressing even Connor out now, but this is all so confusing.

You're so focused on the fuzzy events you don't notice Toby bristle. Or how he grips the steering wheel tighter until his knuckles grow white despite his already translucent skin. He might not be able to feel or see it in the mirror through his mask but he's probably gnawing off more of his face. He'd deal with it after he dealt with you.

You've made it to your house and he's waiting for the headlights from Brian. When he sees them in the rear view he gets out but not before telling you, or maybe Connor, to stay put.

It's a few long moments before he comes back. But in the silence and darkness of your car, growing colder by the moment, you start to ground yourself. You aren't calm by any means and you're still very unfocused. But you aren't crying as the numbness overtakes you, you don't even jump when the door beside you opens. With a snap Connor is out of the car and soon you're being pulled from the car, that same weightless touch gripping your forearm. Toby guides you into your own home, and walks towards the hallway looking into the bathroom, the only other door, before finding your room.

Seemingly understanding your catatonic state he sits you on the bed and gives some order to Connor before he leaves the room. And you just sit on the bed staring into dead air as a silent guard sits in wait. You aren't sure what he's waiting for or why he's still there but the numbness has taken over too much and you can't find it in you to give a single fuck.

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The Project Black Lives Matter Silent Auction IS CLOSED!!

@fandomcares is a support blog run by dedicated members of the Teen Wolf and Sterek community. Our goal is to help fans within the community who may be going through financial, emergency, or other hardships, be it through fundraising, providing resources, or just giving them a safe space to talk.

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#1 >5k word fic: DiscontentedWinter - Opening Bid: $20

Current Bid: $30Current Bid: $50Current Bid: $100Current Bid: $110Current Bid: $150 Current Bid: $175 Current Bid: 200

Current Bid: 500

Fandom: Teen Wolf - Sterek, Steter // Offering: 1 - <5k word fics (potential to be longer) // Likes: “I hope that I can give anything a shot” Dislikes: “Nope, I’ll write whatever the winning bidders want”

Creator Profile: https://fandomcares.tumblr.com/post/620114718125932544/discontented-winter

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#2 >5k word fic: BunnyWest- Opening Bid: $10

Current Bid: $30 Current Bid: $75 Current Bid: $100

Current Bid: $150

Fandom(s): Teen Wolf - Steter, Stargent, Stetopher, Dargent, Steter Senior // Writing (fics over 5k words) // Likes: fluff, HEA, domestic fic, arranged marriage, friends to lovers, nothing too dark // Dislikes: scat, watersports, incest, non-con.

Creator Profile: https://fandomcares.tumblr.com/post/620062358022291456/bunnywest

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#3 Digital Art/Traditional: RubyRedHoodling- Opening Bid: $20 Current Bid: $25 Current Bid: $35 Current Bid: $45

Current Bid: $50

Fandom(s): Teen Wolf - Sterek, Steo, Cordia, Allydia, Allira, Berica, StoydHaikyuu!!, My Hero Academia (BNHA), Fruits Basket, Ace of Diamond (Daiya no A), Demon Slayer, FF7R (Final Fantasy 7), FE3H (Fire Emblem 3 Houses), DnD, Critical Role, Animal Crossing and more // Offering: Digital Art, a single full body chibi character (fanart or Dnd/ Animal Crossing OC), a chibi couple

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#4 <5k word fic: The-Cookie-Of-Doom - Opening Bid: $10

Current Bid: $15 Current Bid: $50

Current Bid: $100

Fandom(s): Teen Wolf - Sterek, Steter // Likes: darkfic, angst, fluff, AU or canon, anything // Dislikes: none // Offering: Writing (fics 5k words and under)

Creator Profile: https://fandomcares.tumblr.com/post/620062418906890240/cookie

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#5 <5k word fic: Mila - Opening Bid: $5 Current Bid: #10

Current Bid: #15

Current Bid: $25

Fandom(s): Teen Wolf - Sterek, Berica, 911 - Buddie // Likes: fluff, angst, mystical/fantasy (with sterek) // Dislikes: non-con, graphic violence, self harm, suicide mentions // Offering: Writing (fics 5k words and under)

Creator Profile: https://fandomcares.tumblr.com/post/620118576220733440/mila

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#6 <5k< word fic or Moodboards: Artemisa - Opening Bid: $15

Current Bid: $25

Fandom(s): please visit Artemisa's showcase at https://fandomcares.tumblr.com/post/620119057099866112/artemisa // Likes: To explore the dynamics between character dynamics that stand on opposite sides just as hunter/werewolf, imperial/rebel, pureblood/muggleborn, mutant politics in general…), Kid fics and mpreg // Dislikes: Smut, Time Travel AU or full crossovers, but open to discuss AU where characters live in a different universes (please talk to the author about specifics) Bad Peter Hale or Bad Hale Family. // Offering: Moodboards

Creator Profile: https://fandomcares.tumblr.com/post/620119057099866112/artemisa

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#7 <5k< word fic: Swlfangirl - Opening Bid: $10

Current Bid: $15 Current Bid: $20 Current Bid: $50

Current Bid: $60

Fandom(s): Teen Wolf, Supernatural // Likes: Sterek, Destiel, open for other pairings, happy endings, fluff, smut, crack and angst as well or a little bit of everything // Dislikes: Peter, Theo, and Crowley MCD where character stays dead, and some kinks (please contact the author for a list) // Offering: Writing (fics 5k words and under), Writing (fics over 5k words), Depends on story idea/prompt for length

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#8 <1k word fic: bxdcubes - Opening Bid: $5

Current Bid: $5

Current Bid: $25

Fandom(s): Teen Wolf - Steter, Sterek, Stoyd, Voiles, Stalion, Stargent, Steopher // Likes: fluff, angst //Dislikes: Non-con, dub-con, drug use, graphic violence, infidelity // Offering: Writing fics around 1k and lower

Creator Profile: https://fandomcares.tumblr.com/post/620119682067922944/bxdcubes

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#9 <5k< work fic: Rachel - Opening Bid: $10 Current Bid: $20 Current Bid: $30

Current Bid: $40

Fandom(s): Teen Wolf - Sterek// Likes: fluff, hurt/comfort, angst, crack fics // Dislikes: non-con, incest, abuse // Offering: Writing (fics 5k words and under), Writing (fics over 5k words)

Creator Profile: https://fandomcares.tumblr.com/post/620117416667643904/rachel

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#10 Digital Art: Paws - Opening Bid: $20

Current Bid: $30 Current Bid: $50 Current Bid: $75 Current Bid: $80 Current Bid: $95 Current Bid: $125 Current Bid: 130 Current Bid: 135 Current Bid: 150

Current Bid: 160

Fandom(s): Any Fandom // Likes: Portraits, figures, soft romance // Dislikes: non-con, underage, sexually explicit // Offering: Digital Art

Creator Profile: https://fandomcares.tumblr.com/post/620119907407921153/paws

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#11 <5k word fic: WrathoftheStag - Opening Bid: $10

Current Bid: $25 Current Bid: $30Current Bid: $50Current Bid: $51

Current Bid: $60

Fandom(s): Check, Please! - Zimbits // Likes: Fluff, domestic fluff, meet cute, AUs, Zimbits fluff, Zimbits AUs, flirty meet cutes // Dislikes: Infidelity, Kent Parson anything, non-con, A/B/O // Offering: Writing (fics 5k words and under)

Creator Profile: https://fandomcares.tumblr.com/post/620119997898981376/wrathofthestag

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#12 <5k word fic: DisraeliGears - Opening Bid: $5

Current Bid: $10 Current Bid: $15

Current Bid: $25

Fandom(s): Marvel (MCU) - Steve/Bucky, Captive Prince - Damen/Laurent // Likes: angst, fluff, smut, getting-together, first kiss, mutual pining, UST // Dislikes: non-con, A/B/O, hardcore BDSM // Offering: Writing (fics 5k words and under)

Creator Profile: https://fandomcares.tumblr.com/post/620122054562398208/disraeligears

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#13 Digital Art: happyzimm - Opening Bid: $15

Current Bid: $25 Current Bid: $30 Current Bid: $40 Current Bid: $41 Current Bid: $45 Current Bid: $46 Current Bid: $50 Current Bid: $55

Current Bid: $57

Fandom(s): Check Please (zimbits) // Likes: portraits (no background, digital illustrations/drawings // Dislikes: nsfw, violence // Offering: Digital Art

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#14 <5k word fic: Astus - Opening Bid: $10

Current Bid: $10

Current Bid: $15

Fandom(s): Teen Wolf: gen or Sterek, Supernatural: gen or Wincest, Buffy the Vampire Slayer: Spuffy, Spillow, Spangel, or no pairing // Likes: gen, fluffy, dark, angsty, Sterek, Winchest, Spuffy, Spangel, Spillow // Dislikes: cheating // Offering: Writing (fics 5k words and under)

Creator Profile: https://fandomcares.tumblr.com/post/620062661373296640/astus Bid on Me!

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#15 Digital Art: Poetry-Protest-Pornography - Opening Bid:

$15 Current Bid: $25 Current Bid: $30 Current Bid: $35

Current Bid: $40

Fandom(s): Teen Wolf (Sterek, other ships can be discussed), OMG Check Please! (Pretty much any ship that doesn’t involve Parse), The Witcher // Likes: Sterek and Zimbits // Dislikes: non-con, graphic violence/gore, bestiality // Additional Info: Poetry-Protest-Pornography is open for other fandoms as well as OC’s. // Offering: Writing (fics 5k words and under), Digital Art

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#16 Digital Art: BEERWOLVES - Opening Bid: $20

Current Bid: $30 Current Bid: $50 Current Bid: $65 Current Bid: $75 Current Bid: $80

Current Bid: $100

Fandom(s): Sterek (Teen Wolf) // Likes: Fluff or anything SFW // Dislikes: Non-Con or anything NSFW // Offering: Digital Art/Sketches

Creator Profile: https://fandomcares.tumblr.com/post/620062720027459584/beerwolves

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#17 <5k word fic: Devilscut - Opening Bid: $10

Current Bid: $15

Current Bid: $50

Fandom(s): Teen Wolf - Stiles/Derek, Stiles/Peter, Stiles/Derek/Peter // Likes: romantic, fluffy, angst // Dislikes: non-con, humiliation, major character death // Additional Info: Devilscut is definitely into ‘happy ever afters’ or at the very least into hopeful, positive endings. // Offering: Writing (fics 5k words and under)

Creator Profile: https://fandomcares.tumblr.com/post/620120197360156672/devilscut

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#18 <5k word fic: LadyMerlin - Opening Bid: $10

Current Bid: $20

Current Bid: $35

Fandom(s): please visit LadyMerlin's showcase https://fandomcares.tumblr.com/post/620061333557280768/ladymerlin // Likes: fluff and angst but fine with any genres, happy to do smut too // Dislikes: graphic violence, non-con // Offering: Writing (fics 5k words and under)

Creator Profile: https://fandomcares.tumblr.com/post/620061333557280768/ladymerlin Bid on Me!

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#19 GIFs and/or GIF sets: Klam - Opening Bid: $15

Current Bid: $20

Fandom(s):Teen Wolf (any and all characters prior to season 4)// Offering: 1 - GIF or GIF Set // Likes: Dark fics, fluff, angst // Dislikes: Non-sterek, super sweet fics

Creator Profile: https://fandomcares.tumblr.com/post/620120341660991488/klam Bid on Me!

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#20 >5 word fic: Halehathnofury : Opening Bid: $10

Current Bid: $15 Current Bid: $20 Current Bid: $30

Current Bid: $50

Fandom(s): Sterek, Stucky, Hannigram, any Sterek side ships especially Berica, Clintasha // Offering: 1 - > 5k word fic // Likes: Anything goes // Dislikes: Non-con, female Stiles, self insert, oc insert with main ship

Creator Profile: https://fandomcares.tumblr.com/post/620120820925235200/halehathnofury Bid on Me!

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#21 <5 word fic: There_Once_Was_A_Girl : Opening Bid: $10

Current Bid: $20

Fandom(s): Check Please, Star Trek, Teen Wolf, Harry Potter, Leverage (Please check the creators ost for more information) // Offering: 1 - <5k word fic // Likes: Mutual pining, AUs and canon divergence, happy endings // Dislikes: Explicit, graphic violence, non-con

Creator Profile: https://fandomcares.tumblr.com/post/620120526501920768/thereoncewasagirl Bid on Me!

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#22 Digital Art/Traditional Art- Gwen- Opening Bid: $15

Current Bid: $25

Fandom(s): Hetalia (Fruk; Gerita; Spamano; Prumano; AusHun; PruHun; Ameviet; open to discuss other ships; open to general fics and brotp) // Offering: 1 - <5k word fic // Likes: "I thrive in angst and fruk is my otp" // Dislikes: no body fluid please. No cheating

Creator Profile: https://fandomcares.tumblr.com/post/620121138941558784/gwen Bid on Me!

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#23 <5 word fic: Yoda - Opening Bid: $ 10

Current Bid: $15 Current Bid: $25

Current Bid: $50

Fandom(s): Sterek, Stony // Offering: 1 - <5k word fic // Likes: Fluff or angst. Must have a happy ending // Dislikes: Non-con, PWP, hurt without comfort, mpreg

Creator Profile: https://fandomcares.tumblr.com/post/620121321217605632/yoda Bid on Me!

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#24 >5k word fic: HolyCatsAndRabbits - Opening Bid: $10

Current Bid: $20 Current Bid: $35 Current Bid: $55 Current Bid: $70 Current Bid: $85 Current Bid: $150

Current Bid: $200

Fandom(s): Good Omens (please check the creators post for more information) or Original Characters// Offering: 1 - >5k word fic // Likes: low-fantasy romance, erotica, pining, fluff, adventures & misadventures, SFW and NSFW, with characters in a variety of gender identities and sexual orientations, including aro/ace. // Dislikes: No horror, graphic violence, torture, non-con, dub-con, underage, & other really dark stuff. For the erotica, kinks are negotiable: most common kinks are fine, and I will do light consensual non-consent with safe words and after care.

Creator Profile: https://fandomcares.tumblr.com/post/620121431708172288/holycatsandrabbits Bid on Me!

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#25 <5k word fic: The Walrus - Opening Bid: $10

Current Bid: $15

Current Bid: $25

Fandom(s): Yuri on Ice (Viktuuri, Salami, EmiMike, Leoji, Seung chuchu), The Magnus Archives (Jonmartin, What the Girlfriends), Fullmetal Alchemist(/Brotherhood) (canon ships, Royhughes), Sherlock Holmes (Holmes/Watson) // Offering: 7 - >5k word fics // Likes: shippy fluff, domestic moments or slice-of-life, or single-character introspective pieces // Dislikes: Noncon/dubcon, underage, heavy angst/angst without a happy ending

Creator Profile: https://fandomcares.tumblr.com/post/620121795702472704/the-walrus Bid on Me!

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# 26 <5k word fic: Sixy (harinezumiko) - Opening Bid: $10

Current Bid: $30

Fandom(s): YuGiOh DM & GX (not Abridged or dub), Hetalia, Babylon 5, Mo Dao Zu Shi / The Untamed, Persona 4 // Offering: 1 - >5k word fic // Likes: Fluff, h/c, unusual AUs, crossovers (if both fandoms are known), dark or mature themes, rare pairs // Dislikes: Explicit NSFW, ABO. Dark themes discretionary to be discussed

Creator Profile: https://fandomcares.tumblr.com/post/620060934002655232/sixy Bid on Me!

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#27 >5k word fic: Gia (outtoshatter) - Opening Bid: $10 Current Bid: $15

Current Bid: $25

Fandom(s): Sterek, Teen Wolf // Offering: 3 - >5k word fics // Likes: AUs, fluff, action, adventure, romance, plot driven, world building // Dislikes: non con, graphic sex, incest, drug use

Creator Profile: https://fandomcares.tumblr.com/post/620060976948117504/gia Bid on Me!

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#28 Digital Art: hillnerd- Opening Bid: $15

Current Bid: $40 Current Bid: $55

Current Bid: $60

Fandom(s): Harry potter "I prefer canon pairings but am willing to do almost any", marvel, dc, broadway shows, jane austen, anne of green gables, avatar tla "Really any fandom I'm happy to draw- as long as I don't have to do mechs/furries." // Offering: 2 - Digital Paintings // Likes: "I'm best at cute fluffy moments- sweet romantic ones, character moments- check out my art and see for yourself :)"// Dislikes: non-con, gore, anything like pedo/chan works.

Creator Profile: https://fandomcares.tumblr.com/post/620017264783196160/hillnerd Bid on Me!

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#29 >5k word fics: Neche - Opening Bid: $10 Current Bid $15

Current Bid: $30

Fandom(s): Teen Wolf (Sterek)Marvel MCU (Stucky) // Offering: 2 - >5k word fic // Likes: fluff, one shots, get together, canon compliant // Dislikes: rape, no main character deaths, no drug use, no incest (this includes adoptive & step siblings), no paedophilia

Creator Profile: https://fandomcares.tumblr.com/post/620061125051072512/neche Bid on Me!

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#30 <5k word fic: Stormlyht- Opening Bid: $15

Current Bid: $20

Current Bid: $50

Fandom(s): TW, Sterek, Supernatural, Harry Potter, Buzzfeed Unsolved, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, MCU, crossovers, Rare Pairs (please check their creators post for more information) // Offering: 1 - <5k word fic // Likes: fluff, angst with a happy ending, hurt/comfort, slow build, magic or magic creatures AU // Dislikes: A/B/O, watersports, scat, guro

Creator Profile: https://fandomcares.tumblr.com/post/620060896844234753/stormlyht Bid on Me!

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#31 >5 word fic: cleo - Opening Bid: $10 Current Bid: $20

Current Bid: $45

Fandom(s): Marvel Cinematic Universe (MCU) (please check the creators post for more information) // Offering: 1 - >5k word fic // Likes: smut, dark, au, fluff, crack // Dislikes: Hard DNWs: Foreplay and sex involving food scat, watersports, emetophiliaUnrealistically happy endingsHigh School AUA/B/OCalling a partner Mommy or Daddy (or variations) during sexAnimal abuse/animals in peril

Creator Profile: https://fandomcares.tumblr.com/post/620061570378153984/cleo Bid on Me!

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#32 >5k word fic: deathsweetqueen - Opening Bid: $10

Current Bid: $15

Fandom(s): Marvel - anything with Tony (please check the creators post for more information) // Offering: 1 - >5k word fic // Likes: Racebends Tony as Indian, Tony or fem!Tony centric, poly relationships, soulmate AUs, canon AUs, canon divergences, genderswaps, horror movie AUs, Skrulls, pirate AUs, daemon AUs, time travel, historical AUs, A/B/O AU, supernatural bonds // Dislikes: Non-human (except supernatural) sex, tentacles, scat, urine, age play, mpreg, Zombie AU, Hogwarts AU, Coffee Shop AUs, bodyswaps, Steampunk/Cyberpunk AUs, apocalypses, fake dating, incestuous pairings

Creator Profile: https://fandomcares.tumblr.com/post/620061517301366785/deathsweetqueen Bid on Me!

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#33 <5k word fic: Neb ( bladeofthenebula27) - Opening Bid: $10

Current Bid: 10

Current Bid: 15

Fandom(s): Steve/Tony, MCU // Offering: 1 - <5k word fic // Likes: Happy endings, AUs (historical), kidfic, getting together, established relationship, identity porn, fantasy, romance, angst, pre-serum Steve, hurt/comfort, misunderstandings. // Dislikes: Underage sex, major character death, incest (this includes Thor/Loki), non-con, fix-its (e.g CW or Endgame), depictions of terminal illness, suicide or suicidal feelings, sad endings, cheating, betrayal.

Creator Profile: https://fandomcares.tumblr.com/post/620061270009380864/neb Bid on Me!

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#34 Traditional Art: Alby ( artgroves) - Opening Bid: $15

Current Bid: $50 Current Bid: $75 Current Bid: $80 Current Bid: $100 Current Bid: $200

Current Bid: $215

Fandom(s): Merlin, Marvel (any fandom), X-Men, The Eagle, TW (Sterek) // Offering: 1 - Pencil sketch or paste painting // Likes: "Happy to draw any rating, including fluff, angst, porn and romance, would prefer something shippy" // Dislikes: character death, violence, complex armour, mecha or furries

Creator Profile: https://fandomcares.tumblr.com/post/620122286012399617/alby Bid on Me!

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#35 <5k word fic: Calmena - Opening Bid: $10

Current Bid: $10

Current Bid: $15

Fandom(s): Marvel - Bucky/Tony, Loki/Tony, Stephen Strange/Tony, Gen // Offering: 1 - <5k word fic (potential to be longer) // Likes: Fluff fics, crack fics, pwp fics, first time fics // Dislikes: Non-con, underage, mpreg, a/b/o, major character death

Creator Profile: https://fandomcares.tumblr.com/post/620016483950592000/calmena Bid on Me!

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#36 <5k word fic: queerfictionwriter (Twist) - Opening Bid: $10

Current Bid: $25

Current Bid: $50

Fandom(s): Teen Wolf - Steter, Stetopher, Stargent, Chris/Lydia, Derek/Lydia, Corydia (Cora/Lydia), Lucifer, Tidelands - something Cal-focussed; preference is Cal/Corey/Dylan, but Cal/Corey, Cal/Dylan, and dark Cal/Adrielle is also on the table. Also willing to do Lucifer/TW crossover pairings // Likes & Dislikes: please visit Twist's showcase at https://fandomcares.tumblr.com/post/620116913977180160/queerfictionwriter // Additional Info: Twist is disabled, so there’s a good chance they won’t be fast in completing your prompt. They also do not, as a general rule, take prompts, so if you’ve ever wanted them to write something for you, this is your chance! // Offering: Writing (fics 5k words and under)

Creator Profile: https://fandomcares.tumblr.com/post/620116913977180160/queerfictionwriter Bid on Me!

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