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[s-ccaam-era-crepe]

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[zwhoreo]

IM SO HAPPY TO HAVE FOUND AN X READER BLOG SPECIFICALLY FOR LUFFY hes my biggest comfort character and i never see a lot of ppl writing good content for him, so tysm ; v ; have u ever considered writing something about reader reacting to hancock’s fixation on luffy??? or like meeting her and how reader would react + how luffy would react in an au setting of having a girlfriend???!!! (•̀ᴗ•́)و ̑̑

you’re sooo sweet :’) I love writing for him sm I’m so glad I can be there for that <333

we’ll see how I did with this… hancock is a very important character to me and I haaate when luffy x readers villainize her. so I tried my best to be respectful in this fic and try something kinda different…

meeting boa hancock - luffy x f!reader

angsty fluff… mostly centered around you and hancock

summary: when you and luffy need to fight by hancock’s side in battle, you’re terrified of what might happen if she finds out you two are together. But, as you soon discover, you can find friendship in the most unlikely places.

words: 2.5k

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Your wrist is sprained. It’s not your hand you use to wield your cutlass, thankfully, but the pain is hard on you, you’re ashamed at your inability to deal with pain, in comparison to your crewmates who sacrifice so much. You can’t climb sheer cliffs or take swords to the chest. Your body is weak, you fear, you don’t think you could handle taking on a crewmate’s pain, although you like to think you would try, because you’d risk your life for them. Right now you can barely handle a sprained wrist, made worse by the humiliation of a capture by the Black Dove Pirates, when your loving boyfriend had to battle to save you.

The Black Doves are led by, well, Black Dove, a horrific man with a mysterious zoan-type devil fruit giving him the abilities of a kraken, massive, lethal tentacles capable of sinking ships. Restraining himself from a passionate fight, Luffy’s top priority was getting you to safety, you and your sprained wrist, you had tried to fight, after all.

But now the Black Doves have declared war, leaving you and the crew terrified of an unmatched battle with the notorious pirates and their mythical captain. But Luffy had a friend to call, a powerful friend, someone he told you was someone you could count on, that you had nothing to worry about now.

Boa Hancock.

You knew of her, of course, and you were thankful for the surprising alliance, until you remembered what Luffy had said, when he said it far too casually, that Hancock wanted to marry him.

You’re overcome with anxiety at not only the imminent battle with the Black Doves, but at the thought that you were in danger from all sides, the wrath Hancock would bring down on you if she ever found out you and Luffy were together.

In the heat of battle Luffy has often held your hand and given you angry kisses when he can. It’s a comfort for him, it gives him strength and motivation, it reassures him that you’re safe in his arms. He calls you pet names and hugs you and always makes sure he knows where you are, making sure you’re ok. But he can’t this time. You plead and beg him not to even though he doesn’t seem to understand why, really. He’s disappointed, but you assure him that before and afterward you’d get a special night together to make up for the stolen closeness.

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The rest of the crew are set to battle the titanic kraken guarding the gates of Dove’s hellish mountain island domain. A sneak attack is your only option but they didn’t make this easy. It would be you and Hancock against the top men of the crew, and Luffy would battle Dove. You aren’t confident in your abilities, you wonder why you’re here alongside two of the most powerful people of the seas, but Luffy wants you close, maybe. And he thinks this fight will be no problem, even though you tell him you have a sprained wrist and you’ll just drag everyone down.

And as soon as she sees you, the instant your eyes meet, Hancock despises you. Her gaze is deadly and cold, and even though you try to put distance between you and Luffy your very existence triggers pangs of jealousy within the empress.

Luffy, although largely oblivious to why, can sense the tension and he hates it. He wants you all to be friends, be a team. When you and Hancock stand in silence, staring at each other on the rocky shore, he complains, “c’mon! Lessgo!” with anxiety in his voice. And he holds both of your hands and pulls you two along behind him, making you and Hancock both blush, Hancock is transported to another more comforting world in that moment but you are so wracked with nerves that every sense around you becomes overwhelming and far too much.

You look at Luffy with begging eyes when he squeezes your hand and not Hancock’s, although she doesn’t seem to notice.

The three of you run up the jagged black-stone path into a bombed-out looking castle, you gingerly survey the landscape as crew members lay drunk on whiskey, passed out and unbothered by lightning flickering overhead. You came at the perfect time.

Before running off to find Dove, Luffy is about to lean in for a kiss when you dodge and shoot him a look. Which immediately makes you sad, because Luffy looks upset when he turns his back and heads off into a brutal fight that awaits him. It’s your biggest fear that you’ll lose him, made worse by imagining your last interaction as one of sadness, but you feel Hancock’s malicious eyes on you and there’s nothing you can do.

You hear a shout, suddenly, echoing through the ruins. A crew member has heard you, an axe wielding menace with glassy white eyes. Hancock whips her head around and immediately tries to turn him to stone, but the man is blind, you both realize. It’s no use.

“I’ll take him, just go!” you shout at her, the first real words you’ve said. And Hancock glowers at you and focuses her attention elsewhere, because the crew has been alerted. And Dove has risen, you see, coming face-to-face with Luffy and towering above him at what seems like at least twelve feet. Black tentacles begin forming from his massive, muscular frame and an evil smirk spreads across his face.

Your heart leaps into your throat for Luffy’s safety but you have other things to worry about. The axe wielding monster swings at you and you manage to dodge, drawing your cutlass. It’s a harsh and desperate battle, your movements still clouded by worry which makes the throbbing in your wrist worse, but it’s when you lead the sightless beast to a precipice that you trick him and let him fall to his death on the rocks far below. You’ve slayed your first Black Dove pirate, but there’s many more and you need to dive head first into war.

You’re amazed by Hancock, really. At a snap of her hands half an army turns to stone. Her control of haki is like nothing you’ve seen before, her sharp, quick intelligence adjusting at a moment’s notice to other forms of attack. She does all of this in heels, in a graceful dress, beautiful raven hair flying in the wind as she fights with all her heart. You find yourself envying her, her jealousy over you nearly matched by your own.

But she still kicks crew members out of her way and towards you with no real regard for your safety. She still hates you, just for being a woman on Luffy’s crew. Even though you’d done nothing wrong.

Despite Luffy’s best efforts, he’s smashed into the sharp stone by a tentacle and struggles to stand again, groaning and coughing. Dove sees his crew in danger and wants to make quick work of the two women disturbing the peace on his island.

There is too much evil in his heart for Hancock to turn him to stone. And his tentacles are too fast for her, she’s cornered, now, on a cliff and Dove is going to knock her into the ocean. At the speed of light the inky tentacles come, taking advantage of Hancock’s momentary stillness in her sinking terror and desperation, and how she sees Luffy on the ground and screams in worry and is distracted for a precious instant. But before she’s sent falling to her death, she’s knocked from the side, slammed onto the ground and tumbling, held in your arms, down an incline and into the remnants of a turret. Dove can’t reach you from here, giving Luffy enough time to resume his fight.

You had grabbed Hancock and pushed her desperately to safety, you had saved her, and now you both lie there in the dark on the dirty stone floor, all bruises and ripped clothes.

Your head rests on her chest, neither of you have caught your breath enough to get up. And from here you can hear her heart pounding furiously in your ear, she’s scared and curled in on herself.

You roll off of her, slowly sitting up, looking over at her as she rests sprawled on the ground.

She feels your eyes on her and sits up, face contorted with warring emotions. Her lips are set in a firm scowl. She’s staring at you but you see past the malice and now she looks like a scared animal desperate to survive.

“Are you ok?” you say gently, reaching for her hand.

She yanks it away from yours and scoots back against the wall. “Yes! I’m fine…” she hisses defensively.

But she’s clutching her wrist. And she may have just hurriedly wiped tears out of her eyes.

Before you can say anything else, she leaps up and runs to a window, scanning the battlefield for Luffy. Her hands grip the cold brick. She’s shaking slightly.

“Are you worried about him?” you ask quietly, standing up and walking towards her slowly.

“Where is he?” Her voice is quiet now. Images of Luffy’s battered body flash in her mind and you can see the same sickness within her that you feel, a worry over someone you love so deeply. The jealousy and fear of her leaves your mind and is replaced by one thought alone.

Poor girl.

“He’s going to be ok, I promise.” You place a hand on her shoulder making her flinch, but she doesn’t pull away this time.

She doesn’t say anything. But she’s still scared.

So you say, “hey, princess, I’m scared too. But… all we can do is hope and keep ourselves safe now, right? We did what we could. We brought down an army for him.”

She pauses again, head down. Until she murmurs, “…Hancock.” Another pause. “You can call me Hancock.”

You smile. You sit again and she follows your lead. “You really love him, huh?”

“…Yes. Of course I do.” A tiny tear forms in her eye again, even though her voice is still hard and cold. “…Sometimes I don’t understand how anyone can’t be.”

So you think very carefully for a moment, before telling her, “I understand. He’s the kindest person I’ve ever met, he’s…”

“He’s perfect.”

“Yeah, that.”

And even though jealousy still blooms in her icy heart, Hancock feels herself soften. She doesn’t feel like sustaining her mirage anymore right now. The fear and the tears and the confusing comradery chipping away at her evil façade and now she’s just so, so tired all of a sudden. “[Name,] right?” she says under her breath.

“Yeah.”

“You really think he’ll be ok?”

“He always is.” And without Zoro or Nami there to reprimand you about trust, you take up the role instead, squeezing Hancock’s shoulder and saying, “have faith in him. Worrying’s not gonna help any of us right now.”

She nods, tightening her lips. And then, all of a sudden, she bursts into tears and hugs her knees to her chest, hair falling over her face.

“Hey, Hancock!” You slide closer to her. “Please don’t cry, he’s going to be safe…”

“No!” she hisses, gritting her teeth, “I… I don’t know where Salome is. I want Salome. Everything’s falling apart!”

“…Salome?”

“My snake!” she cries, sniffing and wiping her nose.

“Don’t worry about that either, ok? I’m sure she’s alright, it’s all gonna be over soon… just don’t cry…”

And now here’s something you weren’t prepared for, Hancock leans her head against your shoulder. Her sobbing quiets. She grows still. You smile, tucking her hair behind her ear.

“It’s gonna be ok,” you whisper again, “hey, can I see your wrist?”

And she places her hand in yours. You lift her pale, slender wrist and notice swelling just beneath the palm. You recognize this, you know it well.

You start to laugh, and her stare grows a little icy again. “What?” she snaps.

“You sprained your wrist. Here, look…” You raise yours next to hers. Your swelling parallels each other, you’re even more alike, now. You’re matching.

“We’re matching. I sprained mine too.”

She smiles. This is the first time you’ve made her smile. She even laughs a little, very lightly, her heart feels like it’s being squeezed, but by a warm hand, not by a cold claw.

You sit with her, and talk sometimes, until you hear Luffy calling your names. Hancock stands up and dashes out of the turret, running to find him, and he stands proudly although his body is weakened. Dove has fallen. You’re all ok. Hancock hugs Luffy and then hugs Salome, who is curled beside him. She looks happy, which makes you happy, too.

And then Luffy pulls you into a hug. You don’t care anymore, you just want to hug him, and Hancock got a hug so you get one too. You squeeze Luffy so tightly and you don’t want to let go, his warmth and scent soothing your body, his strong arms wrapped around you and his hands rubbing your back. You’re very nervous he’s going to try to kiss you but he doesn’t, like he promised, he knows he’ll have time for all of that later.

The kraken is gone and everyone is waiting for you at the bay. Hancock is tearful when she has to part with Luffy and, strangely, she is for you too.

“Come to me whenever you need! I’ll always be there for you!” she promises Luffy, her voice going up an octave when she talks to him. And then, before she leaves for her ship, she turns to you. “[Name…] I hope we’ll meet again.” Her smile is gentle, but very real.

“Me too!” You call out to her, following Luffy away, back to the Sunny, amazed at the events of the day, full of happiness and relief and still a slight stinging from your wrist but love can heal almost anything, at least a little bit.

And maybe deep in her heart, Hancock knows. The way you and Luffy look at each other, your soft voices, the way he walks close to you and how it seems like he’s always ready to lean in for a hug. It pulls at the back of her mind. A sting of pain. But she’s good at pushing these things away.

She’s just so happy that she made a friend today.

[shomixremix]

Hiii! >~< could you make march 8th head canons (what genshin men do on womens day as ur bf!) fluff! sorry English isn’t my first language but I looove your work! This is my first request I’m so nervous ^_^ !! 🌸🌸🌸

If you have time to do this could you add Kaveh, Xiao , Wanderer and Diluc? Thank you in advance <333

International women's day with them ♡︎

hii anon!! don't be nervous, you can always request anything, lovely ♡︎ thank you sm for your request!!

and english isn't my first language too hehe

also i'm so sorry if this doesn't sound like him, i'm not really used to writing for wanderer😭😭

tags: kaveh, xiao, wanderer, diluc, female!reader, fluff, implied smut (yet nothing described), kissing, international women's day, feministic themes

-> of course, your boyfriend should treat you like a goddess everyday, yet there's that one special day every march where he shows his favorite woman a special kind of treatment.

reqs open ♡︎

-> kaveh

"hi, my love!" your blonde lover chirped as you blinked your eyes open. where were you? what's happening?

"mh.. kaveh?" you ask sleepily, rubbing your eyes while you yawn, still half asleep. you can't even think before a bouquet of sumeru roses is shoved in your face.

"happy 8th of march, baby! flowers for my beautiful flower~" he teased cheesily, and you softly laugh. your arms drape around his neck, bringing him closer.

"you're so corny," you chuckle again, eyelids half-open, "but thank you"

"heh, you still love me" he smiles wide, pressing a warm peck on the tip of your nose. "c'mon now, get up, baby. we're going out today"

your eyes flutter wide open, your mouth a little agape. "out? but, don't you have work? you've spent all week complaining about that client.."

"i can take a day off" he mumbles, kissing you again. "it's been so long since I last took you on a date, anyway. now's the perfect time, hm? so come on, get up! we got a whole day's worth of dates!"

he pulls the covers of your shared bed impatiently, trying to get you to get up as fast as possible. the architect grabs your legs, dragging you out from the soft bed.

"noo, kaveh..", you try to protest, "what kinda guy are you if you don't wanna let me sleep on women's day?!"

"the kinda guy who loves his girlfriend and wants to spend time with her! now, c'mon!"

-> xiao

as an adeptus, xiao has lived long and has seen many things change over the years. one of those things are different holidays and celebrations amongs the mortals.

do not get him wrong - he absolutely agrees that all different genders should have equal rights, why wouldn't they? he's a big supporter, he even participated in marches and fights himself! he just didn't get the whole deal with flowers and chocolates.

weren't those kinds of things reserved for another confusing mortal ritual, called "valentine's day" or something?

however, all that changed once he started dating you. suddenly, he realized that kind of attention was important to you and he wanted to give it to you. he wanted you to feel loved and wanted and seen, no matter how much he didn't understand human customs.

"xiao?" you ask a little stunned as the adeptus appears before you with a Qingxin flower in his hand. "what's.. what's going on?"

"for you", he simply regards, giving you the beautiful flower, "i wish you a very joyous women's freedom day"

"aww, xiao, thank you, you shouldn't have!" you press a soft kiss on his cheek, and you could practically feel him blush.

"i simply wanted to express my gratitude and sympathy for you" he slowly continues, clearing his throat.

"this day is a celebration of the female gender, is it not? it's only right i celebrate the most important important woman in my life"

you simply melt at his words, throwing your arms around him in a warm hug. he was the most important man in your life, too.

-> wanderer

"here" he muttered, hiding his face away from you as he shoved some hand-picked flowers in your face.

"what's.. this? are you okay, hon?"

he blushed furiously as the petname rolls of your tounge, getting more and more embaressed by the second. he so badly wanted to yell at you not to call him that, yet he swallowed his words for the ocassion.

"i'm fine" he coldly said, his gaze still away from you.

"and those are flowers. flowers, for you."

"for me?" you repeat back in shock, unsure how to react to your boyfriend's sudden display of affection. he never before did something like this, so your confusion was more than understandable.

"for women's day" his usually cold voice had a slightly embaressed tone in it, which cought you off guard. "and you are a woman, so it was only logical. if you don't want them-"

"no, no!" you protest immediately, taking the flowers from his hand eagerly.

"i love them! they are so beautiful! thank you.."

you softly kiss his cheek, making him blush. he says nothing, yet he silently tangles his fingers with yours, holding your hand as the two of you stroll away.

-> diluc

"diluc? love, aren't you going to angel's share? what are you still doing home?"

you softly ask your fiancé as you decend down the stairs of the dawn winery. you're still in your nightgown, hair a little dishvelled, eyes still a little puffy. he smiles at the image of his beautiful future wife, in disbelief that he was the one to put that shiny ring on your finger.

"no, not today, my dear. i took today off to spend time with you. it is a special ocassion, after all"

"oh? a special ocasion? what are we celebrating?"

he smiles softly, looking at you with pure adoration: "it's women's day, darling. it's only right to spend my day with a woman important to me. and who could be more important than my future wife?"

your eyes lit up in excitement as you make your way down, taking his hand he held out for you. "really? we get the whole day for ourselves?"

"mhm", he hummed in agreement, grabbing you closer.

"well, i have presents first, but yeah. i thought we could go for a walk along the starfell lake... if you're not up for that, you know i don't mind staying home all day"

"presents? you really shouldn't have, diluc.." you softly chuckle in awe as you look around the large living room, noticing the many flowers and a few boxes of what looks like jewelery and sweets.

"what can i say? i love spoiling my future wife"

[dreamtydraw]

Hello!!

How are you? :o

Hope you're feeling better!

What's your, like, favourite part of the olnf demo so far? :o

Hope you're having an awesome day!

Sending you a ton of love and hugs!! <333

-🌻

Hi !

Doing good, something really good happened which made my day delightful ehe !

I’m good, hope you are too !

My fav part are the introductions, Tamarack’s leaf surprise and Qiu lost notes. I find them charming, the ambiance is lovely, the illustrations so pretty and over all those scenes feel so special ??? Just like the moment you meet Cove on the hill it’s it’s own moment figed in time until the bubble burst and those are the most marquing scene to me, which is a really good sign ! Cause that mean the most important part of the prologue is done well, you are attached to the new character you meet.

Tons of love to you too darling !

[szczekaczz]

1, 17, 38!

1. what are 3 things you’d say shaped you into who you are?

first and most important thing would be learning english at the age 12... because it truly opened so many opportunities it's crazy. being able to access the information from such many international sources and to read the points of view of everyone who too can speak english really broadens your horizons for sure. especially when you're from a rather small country :') not to mention all the books that are either extra expensive to get here or there are simply no translations available..... so yeah learning it so early was literally life-changing

second one.. or rather someone is my philosophy teacher from high school. at that time i saw a lot of myself in him and it gave me a much needed peace of mind that ppl like me can truly live the life that gives them happiness. philosophy was his true life passion and his lectures were filled with so much emotion and excitation, it was really freeing to see him talk so openly about something he loves and being madly respected by us for it. his second love was exactly one particular mountain range which he called his lover and hearing him talk about it too was wonderful... and he loved working with teens and was the most respectful adult towards them i have ever met, plus his honest curiosity towards what we think and wanting to truly understand what we mean were a very good lesson for learning patience and respect for others even if u think at first they're talking bullshit. i could talk abt him for hours so let's just summ up that seeing an adult aspie being happy and content with his life really gives you hope for the future when you're an angsty teen haha

three hmmm the plague dogs. especially the movie because i still can't bring myself to actually read the book ending [*] but the ending is one of the reasons why i find it so important <3 because this book/movie shaped a lot of my art preferences and art is important for me sooo... it has just the right level of anthropomorphication, dogs don't behave like they're literal people put into canine bod, as it sadly feels to me in most of the media, but there's this nice blend of dog and human way of thinking and perceiving the world. very interesting! the characters' relationships, the way snitter's hallucinations are described in the book, voice acting in the movie... and the ending feels like a perfect tragedy for me, meaning that i really can't see their fates ending in any other way they end. and i love a good tragedy haha, all enormously inspiring when it comes to creating my own works too <3

17. name 3 things that make you happy

1 dogs always forever.. my own dog, all the dogs i've ever known and formed a relationship with, learning about them in any way, observing them irl and on the vids other people take and share, talking about them, everything <333

2 birch trees, the amount of happiness i feel each and single time i see them is incomparable ;;❤️ i need to hug a birch really soon or i'll go crazy and i'm not joking

3 nature simply and living in city after many many years by the forest and meadows and in the quiet really made appreciate it even more. i've seen people calling it "small" joys in the "mundane" but for me it's truly big and special. rays of sunlight, the grass, the wind, the animals, everything... anything you can experience with any of your senses. if i had to define the meaning or the sense of my life it's experiencing as much of nature as i can <3 nothing heals more

38. fave song at the moment?

there's even a decent translation, would only change "not so much" into "so little" just for it to sound better, the meaning is the same. it may be corny or whatever, i didn't find such themes very personal in the past but a war in a neighboring country changes many things in one's perception of the world. it somehow comforts me these days :)

[inkykeiji]

it’s kind of astonishing, how much my life mirrors my own work sometimes

✰ (kinda) spoilers for tag ur it part two under the cut! ✰

obviously there are bits and pieces of me, of my life, my family, my lover, my experiences, my flaws and my strengths all within each and every piece of my work; i write from experience, i write to process things, i write to explore traumas and fictionalize them—to meld fact with fiction and dramatize them and twist them into something new, something creative, something beautiful.

none of this is necessarily news to anyone who has been around me/my writing for a while, and i think many know how important, special and personal tag you’re it as an entire series is to me. but oh my gosh, guys, the way my life has literally taken on this story within the past couple of days is crazy and incredible.

i have been taken away from my drug addicted family members by my boyfriend and his beautiful family, and am now living with them for the time being. my father called me yesterday to tell me that he loves me. in all my 20-something years on this earth, i cannot remember one single time my father has said the words ‘i love you’ to me, especially on his own accord with no prompting at all.

it really threw me for a loop. i wasn’t expecting him to call, nor was i expecting him to be so nice about it. i expected him to be angry that i had finally left—my father is very sick and slowly dying, and for the past two years i have stayed with him and taken care of him as his already poor health has steadily declined, and i was sure he’d be furious with me for giving up that position and finally, finally doing what is best for me.

but he wasn’t. he was happy, he said he thinks this whole situation (aka me staying with my boyfriend) is good for me, and then he chatted with me about house of the dragon (lol) before throwing me that i love you curveball. i had already been feeling guilty about leaving, fretting over how he’d get around on his own, who will feed him throughout the day, what he’ll do if he falls, etc. and that phone call made me feel even more remorseful and, honestly, just really sad, i guess. sad that this is the reality.

i was laying in bed just mulling over it last night and i was like damn, i think some of the lessons poison!reader needs to learn are lessons that i need to learn, too. i’ve already taken so much of myself, who i am at my core, and put it in her—already exploring a lot of those guilts the family members of addicts seem to have irregardless of whether they leave the addict or not, guilts i had already been experiencing for many years (false feelings of accountability, the urge to do something, to find a way to fix it all)—but i just find it ironically funny, how similar our situations have truly become (in one aspect; obviously my boyfriend is not abusive or manipulative in any way (while dabi is)—i am in a much safer and much healthier position than my reader is) just within these past few days.

anyway, thank you SO much to everyone who has already provided me with such lovely feedback on part two!!!!! i’m ecstatic that you’re all enjoying it and i’m going to begin responding to asks within the next day or so <333 hugs and kissies to you all!! ♡(˃͈ દ ˂͈ ༶ )

[wndaswife]

me and my girlfriend are long distance and i need help on what i could do to show my love for her? i know i will have to find way myself, but i’m wondering if you could give me some examples of things? i really feel like my lack of knowledge of love is affecting us :/

of course <33 im not a relationship expert at all, but i will try my best :> i think it’s very important to put all your cards on the table when you have a long distance relationship, because it’s so much harder than in person when you can show her how much you love her though hugs n kisses and even just the way you look at her. so i think it’s super important to not waste a single moment telling her how much you love her, and showing her how. writing poetry and handwritten notes, drawing photos of her, making her playlists, and sending them all to her! but you mustn’t only rely on gifts, but also reminders, rly heartfelt n genuine, about how you wish you were with her n things that remind you of her throughout the day. it’s so sweet during ldrs when you rly show how she’s there with you when you’re not calling or texting! and knowing her love language helps a lot so you can focus on those special points. also, a really really wonderful thing that i did once with my friend, we aren’t together but she’s across the world, is when we worked on a doc together so i could help her with her homework! that was so fun and felt like we were rly physically together, and it’s so helpful and flattering especially if her love language is acts of service, and even if it’s not it’s so sweet! the hardest is making up for a lack of physical presence, which i might guess can be supplemented by trying to be there for her as much as possible, which means a lot of different things! but most importantly, no matter how much knowledge of love you have, don’t hesitate to tell her how much she means to you, all the time <333 at the end of the day that’s what means the most! good luck to the both of you and do reach out if you need any more help! 💞💞

[shoichee]

hi ! <3 I Absolutely luv your scenarios!:) Can I request for the pregnant s/o scenario with Midorima & Murasakibara ? :o Thank you :D

HELLO <333 wahhh tysm for reading, and i hope you’re still around lurking here to see this, my anon <33 also, i did write these in headcanon formats but please PLEASE let me know if you wanted scenarios and i’ll whip up scenarios :>

Pregnant S/O with Midorima, Murasakibara

Note: I am also writing this hc under the premise that the S/O has been dating with them for quite some time and is practically settled with them

Part 1 here

Midorima Shintarou

How He Found Out

i would believe for him to always, always use protection whenever he ends up having sex with you, and make sure you’re on birth control to prevent such an occurence

for a pregnancy to even happen, these conditions need to happen: 1.) he needs to be 100% sure that the two of you will be together for a very, VERY long time enough to not freak out about contraceptives or at least toy with the idea of not use any in the back of his mind and 2.) you somehow riled him up so much that he let it slide once/twice and go condom-free (whether you were on birth control or not that’s up to you, but he’d assume you were)

well, it turns out that during one of those rare moments of unprotected sex, you got pregnant, and now here you are with a positive stick in your hand squinting at it and scratching your head that you were either incredibly lucky or unlucky to get pregnant out of those few times you two went raw

how were you gonna tell him? well, he was a traditional man, so you simply set up a small, cute surprise for him when he gets back home

y’know, balloons in the living room and a little wrapped gift on the cleared table… it would send the message across… you think

hours passed and you were on the sofa twiddling your thumbs like a preschooler on timeout LOL and you didn’t want to go anywhere in case Midorima comes home early

your instincts were right because an hour later, he comes home utterly exhausted, immediately thinking about being roundabout in asking to snuggle with you

but then he freezes when his shoe stepped and POPPED one of the balloons you scattered around prior, and it scared him SHITLESS

he almost dropped his lucky claypot. almost.

“(y/n), what is going on?!”

he thinks it’s one of your antics and pranks as usual, and he immediately sighs exasperatedly at the thought of cleaning the mess up

“Seriously, I can never leave you alone in this house, nanodayo…” and as he shuffles through the floor, trying to avoid the rest of the clutter you caused, he notices you sitting primly on the couch (and giving him a poorly-concealed smile)

“Shintaro! I didn’t know you’d come home so soon~”

“Well, everyone was being annoying as usual, and most of the work has been done for today. I might as well come home to spend the rest of the day with you… obviously.”

you were so obvious, your eyes flitting back to the gift on the table and back to him, and Midorima doesn’t know whether to roll his eyes or laugh

“I’m assuming this is all for me,” he sighed, trying to hide his smile. “I don’t recall any special occasion for today, though.”

oh, your face just grew the biggest shit-eating grin at his words

“Is that so?~” you feigned with a sing-song voice

at your insistence on him opening the present right now, he swiftly pulls the ribbon apart and opens the box to see your positive test

MIDORIMA.EXE has stopped working

“W-W-W-What is that?!”

“A pregnancy test.”

“Whose?!”

“... Mine?”

“Wait, how?! With who??”

“Uh…” You stared at him incredulously. “You?”

MIDORIMA.EXE is failing to reboot

you were pointing at yourself and Midorima to further try to get the POINT ACROSS to this poor man who’s trying to process this OFBEJDIWHRIE

but you stopped your hand motions when you see the purest smile slowly growing on Midorima’s normally stoic face

YOU.EXE has stopped working

he brings you into a tight embrace and for a while you two hug in silence, enjoying each other’s company

“So uh, I’m pregnant,” you said, your words slightly muffled by his shirt

“Yes, I am quite well aware now,” he replied dryly, but his eyes are quite affectionate

“I hope you realize that this is a huge responsibility, (y/n).”

“Hey! I know that it’s a big deal! Come on, who do you take me for?”

“... Right.”

During Pregnancy

the first thing he does was take you to the doctor’s just to find out when you were going to deliver

“What? Why?” you asked him

“I must know our child’s horoscope sign as soon as possible,” he said seriously. “We have to make sure they’re born with no misfortunes attached to them.”

“Are you fucking serious?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

MIDORIMA PLEASE-

okay, but he’d also ask the doctor diligently on what you should be doing and what he should be doing to ensure a successful delivery

Midorima is deadass budget-version doctor at home

it’s that one meme where you go:

“Hey mom can we have a doctor?”

Mom: “We already have a doctor at home.”

Doctor at home: Midorima Shintarou

JOKES aside, he really is knowledgeable on this entire ordeal, which is a blessing and a curse

you could always come to him to rely on him when you’re unsure of something or for him to deal with your moodiness

but at the same time, you can’t get away with snacking on abhorrent things because he’d SNATCH them off your hands and scold you for being irresponsible LOLOL

you could NEVER sneak off unhealthy food because he’s ALWAYS somehow there to catch you or he eventually finds out later and still give you an earful

you still try to do it again anyways

then there’s that side of Midorima where he’d stuff the entire house with bundles of lucky items because he insists on buying two lucky items for you and the kid every day during your pregnancy… all so you can “maximize” your chances of having a successful delivery

you’re sobBING, it’s so CUTE BUT SO DUMB

did I mention that he’s already started on building the nursery and decorating it in ALL sorts of lucky charms and adorable plushies under the guise of “being safe and making the room lucky”

he rarely lets you step out of the house, but if you have to, he’ll always make the time for you so he can accompany you and just glower at anyone who looks at you the wrong way

surprisingly, he’s a lot more lenient on the PDA during your pregnancy: LOTS of hand-holding, chaste kisses on your head/forehead and maybe cheeks, and he does often hug you from the side to protect you

if you bring it up to him though, he’ll deny it to the VERY end and insists that he only does it so you don’t get moody and snap at random strangers passing by, and then it’ll be a hassle to deal with them

yeah right, Midorima

Murasakibara Atsushi

How He Found Out

when you first found out, you decided to hide it from him until you can figure out how to go about your pregnancy

1.) he didn’t seem like the type who can handle kids, let alone even like them

2.) you’re worried about how he’d react considering that he has a “devil-may-care” attitude and has quite a languid view on most things, even to this day

you underestimated Murasakibara though because when you first initially excused yourself to the restroom the first few times, he assumed that you were having too many sweets and barred you from consuming them until you got better

but you didn’t… in fact, you looked even sicker as the days progressed

that was when Murasakibara got suspicious and started paying attention to you and your behavior

when he gets serious, he’s incredibly sharp and intuitive

even still, he doesn’t know if he should confront you or wait until you tell him, because you’ve always been the “big pants” in the relationship, for lack of better terms

so he waits and observes, but he still acts just as normally as any other day, and you, on the other hand, thought you were able to successfully hide this from him

still, when you keep up this sneaky behavior around him, he slowly doubts himself about if he did anything wrong, if he forgot anything important, or if you’re doubting this relationship ???

but he’s not going to admit it to you, so he’s going to casually call Himuro and voice his concerns in such a roundabout way

Himuro immediately understands what he’s trying to ask and simply tells him to talk it out with you

ofc, Murasakibara just huffs and complains about it being so troublesome, but Himuro, smiles, knowing him better that he was going to do it despite his verbal complaints

when asking you if he did anything “wrong” and such, you immediately shake your head and deny it all to ease his worries, and you tell him that it wasn’t anything like what he imagined

at your words, Murasakibara was relieved but at the same time, if these weren’t the problems, why were you acting so strange?

like when you kept oversleeping, kept rushing to the bathroom early mornings, or when you even turned down his offer of going to the grocery store, bakery, and the confectionery store together multiple times simply because you said that you didn’t have the energy

he finally confronted after a few weeks of dodging on your end, draping his entire body over you from behind and placing his chin on top of your head

“Chibi-chin…” he mumbled. “You’ve been acting really weird for the past few weeks. Talk to me.”

you only sighed as you turn around and embrace Murasakibara, and then separated from him to put distance between the two of you as you make eye contact with him

you resigned yourself to tell him the truth because he was going to find it sooner or later, considering that you’ve developed a small bump… so far, you’ve passed off your stomach size as a “food baby” and “gaining weight, I guess,” but you knew you couldn’t use that excuse forever

but before you can utter out a single word, dizziness hits you like a truck, making you completely lose balance before you legit fainted on the spot

poor Murasakibara expresses one of his rare moments of absolute distress as he lunged forward to catch you before you fell to the floor

he’s dialing Himuro because he has no idea what to do and he’s absolutely PANICKING and thinking of the worst-case scenarios of what happened to you

Murasakibara was READY TO CALL THE AMBULANCE AND EVERYTHING but Himuro managed to calm him down enough to reason that it’s better to bring you by car

after all, Himuro had an inkling of an idea of what happened to you, but like a little shit, he’s not gonna tell Murasakibara because seeing him so openly expressive like that was a guilty pleasure for him

POOR MURASAKIBARA

he’s constantly holding you in the car like his life is on the line, and Himuro is just driving and looking straight ahead mentally cackling and wondering how he’s gonna escape his wrath if Murasakibara ever finds out that he knew but didn’t tell him

imagine a distraught giant busting through the doors carrying an unconscious you with a model-like guy trailing behind and pushing the giant to the side to try to coherently talk to the disoriented receptionists

what a life

the doctor merely just says that you fainted and it wasn’t serious, and Murasakibara doesn’t believe them ONE BIT

but he notices Himuro walking over to the doctor’s ear and whispering something, before they had an “ah-ha!” moment, and then right on cue, they had you moved to a different room for testing

poor giant is so agitated, constantly shaking his leg on the floor while he’s sitting in the waiting room, jeez HIMURO PLEASE GIVE HIM A BREAK

“Congratulations! She’s pregnant!”

“Huh.”

“Aren’t you her special someone?”

“Indeed, Atsushi is!” Himuro answers for him with a wink

Murasakibara needs to p r o c e s s this

after a while, you groggily stroll out the room like nothing happened, but still you had a frown on your face because you didn’t want Murasakibara to find out about your pregnancy this way

the car ride home was so AWKWARDLY SILENT

when you both get home, he gets SO PETTY AND CHILDISH AND HUFFS AWAY AND REFUSES TO TALK TO YOU

you try to coax him with kisses, hugs, and tickles, but he’s not budging one bit

even snacks didn’t move him… even though he did eye them for a bit before he turned away

“Atsushiiii,” you whined. “Talk to meeee, I’m sorry.” and there you go pouting and trying to squish his cheeks to get him to give up

he looks at you with an uncharacteristically serious look when he asks, “Why didn’t you tell me, Chibi-chin?”

and here you are, reluctantly explaining your reasons, and Murasakibara is just frowning because he’s thinking about how he needs to get his shit together so you don’t ever think that you can’t rely on him again

lots of wholesome cuddling to make it all up to him

“So… Chibi-chin.”

“Yeah?”

“I’m… gonna be a dad?”

“Yeah.”

and he gives you the brightest smile he’s had since the game against the Jabberwocks, except it was much more intimate and sweeter

During Pregnancy

does Murasakibara have any idea on how to deal with pregnancy? no, but to be fair, most people aren’t prepared anyways

he keeps forgetting that he can’t just give you sweets and snacks willy-nilly anymore because that’d be horrible for the you and the child

but he’s always giving them to you out of habit LOL, but of course, usually you turn his snacks down and remind him that you can’t eat them anymore

except when you have ungodly cravings and just accept his offerings without a complaint

and then Murasakibara feels like something feels off before he realizes you’re tearing off the packaging and ready to shove the entire biscuit into your mouth—

from that point on, he’s a lot more diligent in keeping the processed foods away from you

whenever Himuro stops by to help you out, Murasakibara REFUSES to forget what he did before and he glares daggers at him with every chance he gets, and both you and Himuro ignore him and are having your own conversations about the child AND MURASAKIBARA JUST SULKS IN THE CORNER ALL ANGRY—

he’s so petty and he’s so pouty, and honestly he is the one that becomes clingy during your pregnancy

whenever you shop for baby essentials to prepare, he’s always tailing after you like a lost puppy and trying to learn and understand the baby basics(????), while also doubling as your bodyguard

I mean, who would want to mess with you while there’s a purple titan RIGHT there?

still, you get a huge kick when you see people’s shocked expressions at seeing this gigantic man in the baby sections/aisles following around

you noticed, especially during your later trimesters, that he’s even gentler in how he handles and touches you, and it’s super cute that he’s so conscious about his size and strength around you

your heart is LITERALLY melting

you don’t think he even realizes that himself

but still, Murasakibara has to literally grit his teeth to stop himself from glaring/snapping back at you when your mood swings get really bad

how much do you want to bet that Murasakibara makes you buy extra baby food just to try it?

he’d probably even make you taste test it with him

he says it’s so the baby can eat the best brands out there and doesn’t have to eat the shitty food, but you think that he’s just eating it for fun and you tell him not to spoil the baby so early like that

he leaves the decorations and actual planning up to you though, even though he’ll be right behind you as you do it… he just finds it tiring and too complex sometimes

if you send him on grocery errands and things like that, he’d actually get up and do it without a complaint

if it was all for you and his child’s sake, he’ll do anything… after all, it’s the least he can do to be a dependable father

[walkingnorth]

Hi! I just got back into Webtoons and decided to reread Always Human and Aerial Magic. I reread the note at the end of Aerial Magic and decided to tell you this: No matter what you do, it will always be enough for us. We love you no matter what you draw or don't draw. I can keep on rereading those two comics and never get bored of them. No matter what you do or what you draw or what you write, we will love it. Honestly, you can draw stick figures and I'll still be in awe. Your art is 1/? -Z

Hi! Its Z! Your art is your magic and you wield it like a master. It is amazing and beautiful and special and you do whatever you want with it. You don't have to please us. We are already pleased. Just... know that you and your art and everything about you is special and we love you for it. Be proud of yourself. We certainly are. 2/2 -Z

Hello!!! Gosh, Z, you are absolutely lovely. Thank you so much ; - ; Reading this feels a lot like a warm hug.

Thank you for taking the time to share your thoughts, it’s very kind of you <333

Anonymous said:

I'm crying right now because one of my favourite teachers just told me "you are not stupid or immature for caring" and just thought of that scene where cecily tells wisteria that it's good that she feels things so strongly and- (like wisteria, i would like to cry less) (i'm not sure why i'm telling you this just thought I'd let you know) (thank you) (i hope you have a wonderful day)

I agree, your teacher is absolutely right (it sounds like you have an awesome teacher, no wonder they’re a favourite!)

Kindness and empathy, and feelings in general, are so important, and so powerful. Caring can take a lot of effort, and a lot of energy, and I think that being able to care deeply is in many ways a sign of strength.

(I hope you have a wonderful day too!)

Anonymous said:

Hello! I wonder if we can find your art outside tumblr, like instagram or twitter? 😁

Hey! I am on twitter (walking_north) and instagram (walkingnorth)

I’m not really any more active over there than I am here (I’m finding, at the moment, that I need to conserve my energy. And the internet can be very draining!)

But I will post my art there (as well as on tumblr) so if those places suit you, here you go :)

[kanene-yaaay-o-retorno]

How To Catch a Friend

Kanene’s note: Heyaaa!  Well, this is a very late fanfic written due @kieraelieson‘s Make This In Your Only Style Contest. I choose prompt one because it was the one that most inspired me, and I really like the result!

Warnings, fun facts, random things and stuff:

* That is an Alternative Universe with Fairy!Patton, Magic!Logan, Witch!Virgil and Magic!Roman

* This characters do not belongs to me. They all belongs to Thomas Sanders in his series of Sanders Sides.

* Warning for Angst (but only a bit), cursing, fighting, mention of explosions, slightly hurt/comfort and brief shouting.  This has about 7.000 words because I got hella inspired due this very good prompt. Kiera, I am looking directly at you XDDD <333. Thankys for the inspiration!

* I didn’t proof read it very well, so I am sorry for any spelling, pontuation and grammar mistakes! Any advice is very very welcome!

* Want to know more about this AU? Here is a post for ya! They’re precious and I will fight for them. Thankys for reading, my lollipops! Stay calm, take a time to yourself, remember to eat today, hug asoft thing, make a wish, drink water and sleep well! Byeioo!~

[~*~]

“I can’t do anything right!” The tiny fairy cried, crumpling forlornly onto the stump.

Logan realized then that the dare to keep walking had not been intended to be possible. He frowned slightly, wondering if it was even possible to comfort the little thing when he was the one to upset him.

“Please don’t cry. I can step back and you can try again to trap me.”

The fairy sniffed, wiping his eyes. “You would do that?”

“Certainly. I’ve tried enough difficult things to know that it sometimes it takes several attempts to get it right.”

“Ohh, okay!” His tiny head nodded thoughtfully, the hair strands bouncing a bit with the movements, which made Logan wonder how the gravity influenced the little being and if he could bring up this discussion in his school.

Definitely not during class, the other kids didn’t like when he talked a lot, especially about things that weren’t in the book and ‘therefore’ - Logan didn’t grasp the logic in this. Books are great, however can’t contain all the knowledge that existed about the subject and most of the time their approach wasn't nearly as interesting as it should be. - weren’t important to say.

Logan couldn’t understand how could exist something that wasn’t worth being said or asked.

“How do gravity work on you?” He blurted out, looking behind, the tip of his tongue out matching with the frown on his face as the boy tried to step on his exact footsteps previously left on the dry dirt.

The fairy hummed, the movements of his wings making him to go slowly up and down, up and down, up and down. Like a seesaw, Logan would point, if he wasn’t so concentrated on the task of retreating and re-doing his previous steps very carefully. A funny image of himself and the fairy playing on the toy would also pop on his mind, perhaps making a giggle bubble on his chest.

The small magical being, in other hand, would think it was more like a leaf swinging back and forth on their branch before falling, the actual image of him and a very small human swinging and holding a branch as they smiled shining among his thoughts for three pieces of time, leading a giggle to escape and shake the tip of his wings. But he quickly tapped his temple a few times, attempting to poke that thought away.

The other fairies said he got attached too much easily.

“I don’t know.” The human seemed flatter his shoulders with a ‘oh’ and the winged being couldn’t help but continue his sentence, hurried “But I know how to sing in bee! Ah, please stop right there!”

The boy did as requested, his left hand running on the spine of his book back and forth, making the other wonder if the letters inside it were bigger than his – comparatively – tiny hands. His gaze fled until it met with the bigger being sparkled eyes. “Do you? Really? Why do I need to stop here?”

“Because it’s the closest where my trap is, kiddo! I’m going to redo the magic really quick. Then I can show you a bit of the dance!!” His tune bathed itself in joy, his hair strands looking as if they were floating in the air with how fast he flicked his wings, coming down to grab a brown pot, a silver liquid gleaming inside it. He stepped on the ground, spilling the potion on ten green leaves before going up, the liquid following him on absurdly thin strings that the magic fairy used to tie on the lower branches from the tree shading their forms, intelligible words coming out his mouth during the whole process.

The strings then spiraled before turning invisible.

“There! You can try to pass again, please, please, please!”

“Thank you,” the boy replied, remembering it was polite to reply with a good word when someone used a good word with you.

But it didn’t work. Again. The one who spent hours and hours preparing the potion - not only the simplest spell, but the simplest magic human trap - felt a painful tug on his stomach. The mean thoughts came back one more time, but he was too much distracted looking at the unfazed silver strings to poke them out.

“A-are you really a human?” He sniffed.

“Yes. I believe I am.”

“I can’t even catch the easier prey in the world!”

The young human noticed the distress on the other, this making an unpleasant feeling scratch his chest. He thought about what he could do to help. Usually talking about things he understood helped him. Yes, he really liked to talk. It felt good and very, very warm. Not hot. Hot made him stink and gave a really disgusting feeling on his skin. Talking was warm, different and good. Especially when people paid attention to him.

He could pay attention to the fairy. He also liked to listen.

“Why wouldn’t it work if I was not a human?”

“Humans are too much curio-ous to feel the magic or run away from it. This was the simplest potion to catch you! I spent an entire day preparing it, the ingredients aren’t hard to find, b-but I get very distracted.”

“Do you want me to come back tomorrow so you can try again?”

The tiny fairy blinked, looking at him with awe. “Would you do that?”

“Yes, of course. That is why I offered.”

“Oh, my stars. You’re the best human ever! Thank you, thank you, thank you, kiddo!!”

However, then he remembered a thing about humans. Humans are liars. They’re always busy, full of things to do and words empty of meaning to share. His bright smile fell a bit. 

 Well, at least they had the good luck of spending some time together having fun, right? Something deep down which wasn’t prepared to say goodbye grabbed the first excuse which appeared on his mind, didn’t want it to end just yet. “Do you still wanna see the dance?”

“Yes!” His wide eyes followed as the winged creature danced in loops and shaking his body, a soft buzzing filling the wind along with giggling.

“It can tickle.” It’s the explanation after he is done. Logan nods, making notes on the book he is carrying around, the tip of his tongue showing out again. He suddenly stops.

“What does it mean?”

“What?” The other asks, sitting on the pages and discovering with a joyful couple of clicks that his hands are actually bigger than the letters!

“The dance. Mom says that not everything has a meaning, which is weird but I remember seeing on TV that bee’s dance is commonly used to communicate, share localizations and therefore all their dances mean something. What does it say?”

“Oh,” he traced a letter with his finger, feeling the texture and avoiding the taller one gaze, “goodbye.”

“Thank you.” Logan nodded, circling some symbols and adding more symbols above it “Can you move, please? The Sun is beginning to set, I need to go home.” Both were momentarily embraced by the silence as the fairy moved to sit on a near branch, swinging his legs distractedly as a bird sang near, their attention captured by the melody.

The boy was the first to get out of the trance when the song stopped. “I’m going to be back by the same time tomorrow.” He wondered if fairies had clocks, however something on his mind said ‘no’, probably because the small being wasn’t always looking at his pulse and clicked for an entirely different reason. “Two hours before the sunset.” He provided, his chest for some reason scratching again when he didn’t see the excited flutter of the tip of the other’s wings, or the floating hair, just a smile.

“Okay.” Humans were busy, full of things to do, full of important tasks to attend.

They don’t come back.

“I will wait for you.” Patton - but Logan didn’t know this yet (and would him ever?) - answered with the most truthful sentence he could gather.

“Ok.”

Both waved as the distance between them increased, smiling their own small smiles.

The other fairies said he got attached too easily.

[~*~]

“Good afternoon, fairy.”

“You came back.” Patton’s mouth was wide open, the small pot shaking precariously on his hold, his utensil falling and being forgotten beside the rock where he sat. This couldn’t be true. Was it true? Was the damsels of wind and light pranking him with illusions? 

Humans didn’t come back.

They didn’t care enough to come back.

But not this human.

“You came back!! You really came back!” Suddenly it was like the Sun had set on his stomach, filling his entire body with warmth and rays and sparkles and energy and warmth, warmth, warmth!

“Clearly. Just as I said I would.” The human’s voice sounded a lot more near now, since Patton bust in his direction, flying around the other in a paint of loops, twirls and giddy giggling that didn’t take long before being accompanied by the taller own huffed giggles. “Is it a bee dance again? What does it say?”

“No! It’s a Patton dance and it means ‘Welcome Back’!!”

“Patton?”

“Yes! That is me!” The tiny fairy landed on his hair, gasping a bit, unaware of his wings messing with some hair strands with their incessant, uncontrollable flapping.

“You’re not a specie.”

“Nope! But I’m as special as one! Just like you’re also the only one of your kind!”

“I’m not the only human that exists.”

“Yup! But you're the only one that thinks, feels and lives just like you.” Patton could feel the human frown in confusion. Clicks filled the air as he tried to think in how to explain his thoughts. “Everyone is... special. The Universe will never be able to make another Patton again, that is why I exist and that is why it’s a Patton Dance!”

“Hm.” Logan didn’t actually understand everything, but his mom told him every opinion is important, even if sometimes you think they’re wrong... or weird. The little magical being was a bit weird. Other people said Logan was also weird, usually when he talks a lot about a lot of things.

The boy decided it was a cozy feeling, being weird with Patton.

“My name is Logan.”

[~*~]

Virgil was not worried.

He was a witch. He studied every single spell put in front of him in the most complete way possible. All the weakness, all the dangers, all the consequences, all the afterwards effects, all the ingredients, the necessary rituals... Everything. His full nickname on the academy used to be Thunderstorm of Stormclouds due his habit of knowing all the details, all the books, as if he devoured every bit of information in front of him. His dorm was often full of sounds and explosions of his incessant attempts of replicating all the magic learned.

That is the why of ‘Thunderstorm’.

But never, ever, any accident happened in the classes he one day attended. Because he was careful. He understood the dangers of magic and its instability. He mastered protection spells and charms and it wasn’t before him to wait for all of his classmates to go to sleep to sneak out of the dorms and shove on a big part of the building a bunch of security magic. 

The thought of that, even years later, if the professors searched carefully, they would still find some of his amulets between the walls’ small holes and webs on the ceiling still made a toothless smile cripple on his face.

So, back then, even if people were wary of him most of time, they still felt safe enough around him - and honestly, to Virgil that more than enough - that is why of ‘Stormcloud’.

It wasn’t that Virgil didn’t trust his professors or classmates. He was just prudent.

TOTALLY DIFFERENT FROM THOSE TWO KIDS!

Virgil huffed from the shadow he was sat, camouflaging his form as his gaze traveled to the watch on his pulse, confirming that one hour had already passed and the tiny fairy - Patton, as it seems - didn’t come back looking for any forgotten belongings. His form sunk in the darkness, submerging on every tree’s shadow in a ray of thirty meters to check the strong points on the protection spell he casted there on the last week. The tight knot on his stomach loosening with the acknowledgement that his entomagic triggered in the afternoon didn’t affect it, even if the guilt kept the knot firmly where it was.

The witch didn’t expect such a bigger reaction from them, when he first set the spell. It was something simple, really, only a few groups of spiders, ants and caterpillars appearing from a dull thud around the two unsupervised kids playing with magic and trying to crawl on them. A quick, unharmful and scary enough act to make them flee and hopefully go to get an adult next time they desired to practice their spell abilities.

But Virgil should’ve known how much terrifying an army of insects would be to a fairy, who immediately screamed as the scene before him settled and attached himself onto his friend – Logan, I think? – the fear apparently taking over his body, leading him to half fly and half stumble around the human, confusing and startled him enough to fall and kick in despair to get the most away as possible from the animals.

The adult immediately undid the spell, realizing how spectacularly it failed – like most of the things he tried to do, ha – however, he couldn’t just make the small whimpers and tears from the other’s two disappear in a ‘puff’ as well, his heart being squeezed with the scene of Logan trying to clumsily hug an obviously shaken Patton as him himself tried to stop his trembling limbs. And, even if Virgil deposited in a near, visible rock a small chocolate bar with curative properties and whispered soothing, soft words on the wind and made them fly to the others until they both were calm again, he couldn’t bring himself to go away back to his cottage like any other day. 

He quietly accompanied the two as they ate his treat (not after Logan’s analyze and final word that it was safe, of course) and forgot the trap in order to play and have fun a few feet from its original location and then talk about stars and planets, a subject which seemed to interest both parts.

Virgil wasn’t good with social etiquettes, so it took some great days of searching to discover how to apologize in Fairies Language and to find the exact gift he was looking for. 

He put the star map and the small pot of cider inside a trunk, visible enough to be seen only for the younglings when they arrived in the same spot they always met. 

The witch took a deep breath, shaking his head. No. Nope. His work here was done. He put charms and spells around the place. They would be fine. They would be okay and even better as the adult stopped to put his nose on their business. There was absolutely no reason for him to keep extending it. He would go back to his cottage and to his normal life, just like it was and always had been.

Just like it was supposed to be. It had been fun to remember those times from the academy, when people trusted him and actually got a gleam on their eyes when he entered the place. 

But this wasn’t his academy. Virgil had nothing to do with Patton and Logan. He should go.

And that was what he did.

[~*~]

To their and his own credit, it took about one month in its entirety before things came crashing down in an avalanche.

He was quite impressed, when he stopped to think about it. But on the day the events occurred? He was terrified.

And he knew, believe me, Virgil knew very well when the wind got a tad stronger than it usually was, causing the fairy to lose his balance and slightly hit the boy’s hands, not even hard enough to hurt any of them, but enough to cause a distraction and to let an extra drop of Waterfalls Tears – secure, easy to find, easy to lose. Extremely volatile when used together with Aqua Flower’s petals; Used on the Old Era due its beautiful pyrotechnics – on the mix. More specifically, the mix of Dandelions Roars, Rainbow Feathers and Aqua Flowers, that none of them, except for him, would notice the mistake before it was too late. 

Before their eyes got wide as the mix started to spark, air full-filling in clicking sounds as the pot heated on the point its own porcelain almost melted, too much scared and distracted by the louds sounds that grew louder, louder, louder to acknowledge the trepidation of quick, desperate footsteps getting closer and closer of them.

Aqua Flowers and Waterfall Tears. 

Virgil knew the dangers of magic. He knew that he spent hours planting and sneaking protective spells and amulets as well as charms, the exact ones he was trespassing right now, enough to keep them safe especially to moments like that without his help or interference.

Aqua Flowers and Waterfall Tears. 

This is not safe. Run. They need to run.

He knew about explosions and scars and the consequences. He knew about despair, the paralyzing fear taking over their bodies, and yet the witch found himself wishing they would just run, go away, to be safe.

Why was he back? 

Aqua Flowers Waterfall Tears. 

Not safe. Not safe. They need to run, run,

RUN

They were just kids playing with things that they don’t entirely understand. They had nothing to do with him. They would survive. They would be okay, eventually. Things like that took some time, but they eventually heal. Everyone eventually heals. He has nothing to prove, nothing to owe to them. 

Why the fuck was him back?

Patton screamed something he couldn’t understand with his heart beating pulsing on his ears, Logan firmly closed his eyes – so fearful, so wide – and covered his ears, curling on his own form as the sparkles and bolts shouted from the bowl. Virgil got faster, stronger.

He got close enough to involve both with his arms, hugging them close to his chest as his body turned in a dangerous slip, creating a physical barrier between the younglings and the explosion, which hit him more like a hot wave than something actually dangerous. Good. It had worked. He felt trembling forms under his touch, except the witch couldn’t really tell if it was Patton, Logan or his own wobbly hands.

“Shh, shhh. It’s okay. You’re okay.” His gaze, sharp, wary, darted to the ground behind him, looking for any hints of other danger lurking near, signing in relief when found nothing, altered breathing. 

Oh stars, he was getting too old for this shit. “The explosion is over. It can’t hurt you anymore. You’re okay, you’re okay, you’re okay.” Only then, after being sure nothing really represented danger anymore, Virgil turned his attention to the kids in his embrace.

He first noticed the boy inside a brown shield, a coat of arms on the necklace hanging on his neck shining brighter or duller as Logan seemed to mumble something to it, small words and nods as he kept his hands firmly pressed on his ears. So the youngling kept an own protective amulet with him? Smart boy.

It was only when the witch stared the fairy glaring at him with gleaming, warm eyes, mouth slightly open that the gears on his mind looked to start functioning again.

‘…the kids on his embrace’

Oh no. No, no, no. He had just jumped on act, taken over by his instincts again and then screwed everything blowing his cover up during the process, hadn’t he?

Fuck.

The realization seemed to just got stronger as Patton open and closed his mouth a bunch of times, the tip of his wings fluttering in a way that probably was terror, leading the fairy to go up and down, up and down in maybe a despair to run away, but too much afraid to actively leave his friend alone with that scary random guy who jumped out a damn shadow and grabbed them out from nowhere.

Well done, Virgil. Well hecking done. Now you terrified those kids out of their mind. They can’t even speak properly anymore. You don’t even know how fairies or kids work! Now look at this, you broke them!

“It’s you!” To the one dressed with the long vestments typical of witches blinked astonished when the first thing to come out from the small being lips wasn’t a scream. Patton only beamed more, his smile increasing as he closed his eyes and concentrated. “It’s really you!!”

“Why did you do that?” Logan, who previously dissolved the magic shield asked, his tune free of discomfort, blank and curious.

“I…”

“Logan, Logan, it’s him!!” and, before any of them could add anything else, Patton continued amidst his clicks “It’s the kind witch!!”

[~*~]

“No.” He said firmly, internally wishing he seemed a whole lot sterner than he sounded.

Virgil was a skilled witch. He knew things enough to be a requested warrior at the beginning of his career, quickly turning on the most feared opponent due his tactics. He was the Stormcloud: fast, wary, unpredictable, soundless, using the environment in his favor with hidden traps and shadows for locomotion. His attacks were restless and never unfair. He was strong, resolute…

And he was NOT going to lose because of Puppy Eyes.

“No,” he repeated, trying to keep his composure when even Logan pouted, “give up, I’m not going to throw Patton in the air, especially just to see how the gravity works on a fairy.”

“But it’s an experiment!”  Logan quickly pointed, frustration painting his tune as if Virgil couldn’t understand the importance of this statement. “This is what science is for!” Virgil sensed a small wave of deja vu, feeling like he had already heard this somewhere else. 

“He can fall and injure himself and I’m not going to spend my ingredients to make a heal potion when I could avoid the injury in the first place.” 

“But, but, but! I’m not going to fall, you're going to catch me. I know it! I trust you!” And then, in a totally unfair move Patton held Virgil’s index finger between his palms, somewhat increasing his pleading eyes, “If something goes wrong, I can fly!! Please, please, kind witch.”

Virgil growled, deviating his eyes to Logan.

“He is correct. This is what science is for. Please.” The boy adjusted his glasses, looking pointedly to him. “Science.”

Virgil growled louder, however extending his hand to the tiny fairy, who excitedly flied around his head a few times before changing his way to hug his left cheek, clicks and fluttering wings materializing his delight while Logan swung back and forth on his feet, fists shaking and a toothy smile painting his expression. 

How Virgil was supposed to say no to that joy? The adult internally signed. These kids were going to be the end of his existence.

“Quick, before I change my mind.” He lied to cover his soft spot for them – not that would ever admit it – snorting as Patton quickly shoved himself on his palm and Logan hurriedly ran to get his notebook and pen from the blue, looking slightly old, backpack.

And, as Patton was thrown, his squeals of excitement along with the fast scribbles of Logan’s pen filled the air Virgil allowed a small grin to wander on his face.

[~*~]

“Mom is in the yard today.” Logan announced as he arrived, accepting the sandwich offered for Virgil, looking at its content and giving a happy hum as he found it had onions on it, picking one ring and eating it apart. 

“Oh, that is fantastic, Lo!” Patton said, had already finished his snack and now taken a few Colorless Petals from his purse. “Will she stay there today?” 

“Yes, I think. She will be waiting for me when I come back.”

“Great! Look, I finally found everything we need! We can start my trap again!”

“Does she like gardening?” Logan hummed in agreement, his eyes fixed on the new ingredients, probably memorizing them to write later. Logan’s mom is still a mystery to Virgil, the most near of a responsible adult in this boy’s life being Remy, a guy who his magic almost danced from his body - leading cold chills to run the witch’s spine - when they first met right after the Aqua and Waterfall accident. The coat of arms Logan used was definitely from him, and by the way Remy’s questions about the accident were precise, it was definitely much more than just an ordinary and simple protection advice. 

The witch would be much more defensive and wary on that day if he hadn't previous Magic checked the amulet and found only protection and kind, lovely feelings involving it. Patton, as a fairy, one of the most sensitive magic beings of the world, also seemed to trust the object, so he did his best to not attack or hiss at the stranger (even though both looked to have come to a silent agreement they didn’t like each other) when he showed up other times.

“We could search for some seed flowers to give her later, then. You think she would like it?” Logan nodded, humming contentedly a ballad about flowers and peaches. Virgil turned to Patton’s direction, frowning as he noticed the purse’s content. “Where are the Dandelions Roars? I thought they were the crucial part of the trap.”

Patton froze for a second, his breathing failing, but he quickly forced himself to act naturally, wishing the perceptive human hadn’t got his mood’s drop, “I, uhh, I found a new receipt of a new trap that I think will work better!” He wasn’t lying, “it’s a harder potion, so I will have to practice a bit more, but I’m sure this time I will succeed!”

“Oh, ok.”

[~*~]

The drop of Wind’s Whispers hit the pot and suddenly Virgil’s soul froze. After weeks of frowning and strange twitches on the pit of his stomach, he recognized the potion, no, the summoning they were doing.

“Patton!!” Loud, harsh tune. The fairy froze in the same place. 

He knew it. He knew it he knew it knewitknewitknewit. 

Virgil discovered everything.

He would try to stop Patton. 

The tiny magic being held the porcelain and, in a flash, hid it in one of the thousands branches above them. “Please, please, don’t!” Virgil’s eyes were traveling from tree to tree, trying to find the object, his heart pounding, his head spinning and the fairy had plenty of knowledge of why. 

It was risky, much riskier than anything anyone could ever try. But it was worth it. It was so worth it. Virgil would have to understand. “V, please, listen to me.”

“No, Patton!! You lied! You lied to me to do… that!” Virgil attempted to even his breathing, he would have to concentrate if he wanted to end this as quickly as possible. Unfinished potions were extremely hard to localize, but being a forbidden magic made it a tad easier. Patton got closer but he refused to deviate his attention. The adult gritted his teeth. He did not understand. “You’re not stupid, Patton. You KNOW what happened to everyone who tried to do that! You know about the rumors, about the marks and especially WHY this is a forbidden trap! You know all of this and don’t you dare to try to fool me again.”

That sentence hurt. It bruised almost as much as the hurt the witch tried to suppress from his glare. The fairy didn’t know he was clicking until this moment but the desperate sound was almost impossible to ignore now. “No, no, Virgil. I didn’t want to… The fairies, we have a new idea, a new way to make it and now it can work, Virgil! It can work and I can finally do something right and I have-”

“You HAVE? Patton? You have what? Put yourself, put me and Logan in danger just because of a dumb bunch of fairies that don’t even care about who you really are? Is it because of that you were trying to kill us all?”

There was a sound banging on the background. It was banging and pleading for attention but Virgil pushed it away.

“It’s not because of them! I don’t want to catch a star for any of them! I just want to-”

STOOOOOOP!

The sound harshly hit them as a strong wave of magic passed all of Virgil’s protection spells, breaking them as if they were made of glass and shoving the other two on the ground, both attention being deviated from the discussion and captured by Logan. A Logan involved by a thundering, navy waves of magic which fled and hit everything on its way. Virgil felt his voice disappear.

Logan wasn’t a human.

“Lo.” Patton was the first to speak, trying to crawl to his friend’s position even being clued on the ground with the waves’ force. “Lo, dear, please, look at me, okay, kiddo? I am sorry we were screaming. Look at me, look at me.”

SHUUUUUT UUUUP!

“Everything is okay.” The pressure on his body made his voice hoarse, however the witch pushed forward, getting on his knees, arms in front of him in a calming gesture, “we’re okay. You’re okay. I need you to take deep breaths, okay? You can do it, I know you can.”

Logan shook his head, gasping. With the corner of his eye the adult realized the pot floating from the second tree on the left, its content starting to gleam in a strong red color, and sudden dizziness took over his body. 

The trap had been activated.

“Of course, you can! You’re so, so strong and brave and really smart and cool. I believe in you, Logan. You can control it.”

The porcelain object slowly floated in Logan’s direction, looking as if it was devouring every bit of magic being thrown at it together with all the remnants of the environment. Virgil got up on his wobbly legs, gathering on his vestments all his attack potions and throwing at it from all the directions, activating on his run his protections charms and directing them to the trap with despair, the feeling only increasing as his efforts were broken by the force without even managing to touch the container. 

The color started to grow brighter and brighter, a portal opening above it, consuming more and more of the uncontrollable magic. If Patton was sensing it, he resolved to ignore, using the opportunity to get closer from his friend, his voice in a constant tune, talking and calming, soothing and warm.

But all the three of them couldn’t ignore the moment everything stopped.

The harsh strong waves ceased its explosion and came back to Logan, who laid with a silent thud on Virgil’s arms. The leaves on the tree stilled, soundless, birds were nowhere to be seen, wind frozen midair, Patton’s voice was muted and even their beating hearts were paralyzed during this piece of time. An horrible ringing exploding in their ears.

The light turned white, stealing their breath.

And then everyone and everything was engulfed by it.

…

..

.

..

…

“Hello?”

Patton was the first to feel his senses come back. His eyelids trembled before opening and he had exactly a second to realize he was laid on Virgil’s coat.

Because on the other tick of the clock, his gaze was captured by the tall, smiling, magic – so, so, so magic. In every atom, every blink, every cosmic dust around him, they all screamed magic, magic, magic! -  creature looking down at him. “What a hello, little fairy!”

And then Patton screamed. Because the last minutes of his life were the most horrible, nerve wrecking moments he ever imagined to feel. Because his friends were unconscious. Because he was scared, and more important than everything else…

Because his trap had worked.

“No, no, no, little nebula, calm down, calm down” The being began to move his hands without any idea of what to do with them, “I’m not going to hurt you, okay? AAAH!”

The star screamed because that sinister thing under the fairy moved, launching to a sitting position while it also screamed, and, on his turn, Virgil screamed because he got up to a big shadow hovering above him and moving closer to the fairy, that is also why his arm shooted to be around Patton, his chest vibrating as he hissed to the other being, eyes sharp and yet trying to focus on its human looking like features.

“Don’t you dare to touch him!”

“No, no, Virgil!” Patton finally saw the one who was captured by the trap, - by their trap – absorbing the way colorful dots shined on the other’s skin, how the eyes staring back at him were deep and antique and yet so joyful. He noticed how the hair floated playfully, as if the being had a kind of its own gravity, reminding the winged fairy of himself when he got really excited. Actually, Patton could feel some light brushes on his neck from his hair moving around. “Virgil, Virgil! It worked!! We did it!! We really did it!! We trapped a shooting star!” Then, his voice came out lower, as if he really acknowledged what this truly meant. “Now I can give Logan a wish.”

“A wish?” 

“A wish, indeed! It’s a pleasure, the bestest of the pleasure, to finally get to know you earthlings! You’re really so cute, makes me want to squeeze your poor soft materialized face! By the way, everything is so soft and light here! No wonders such little gravity is enough to keep everything down. I bet I could carry your all, no, explode that, I can carry you and all the Earth’s content all together! That sounds fun. What is the most heavy thing you have here? I’m going to lift it. Ah, right, I almost forgot” He lightly hit the side of his head, his words coming out non stop, as if he didn’t need to breathe, what, looking at the situation, was much more likely it, “Star Roman Prince, at your service for one wish and one wish only! Even though I was captured by three of you, my power is too much, well,” he laughed, loud and boisterous, “powerful to interfere more than necessary on the planets. So, choose well, little ones.”

“Are you really a star?” and the young bipedal who had just woken up was so full of reverence that Roman felt the magic dance inside him as a lovely breeze. Yes, that was it! That was exactly it he was imagining, – for ages and ages wandering in space. Able to watch and graze at any planet he could ever imagine and desire, but never visit them without being invited – truly dreamed for the moment when he would finally be caught, no, be claimed for a terraqueous.

He was glad he didn’t need oxygen to survive, because the view would absolutely have his breath taken away. There were so much green and vivid colors and things to touch and life! So, so, so much life and companies and being who he could actually talk to.

Oh, my gracious Universe. Roman could talk with them. He could talk, sing, ramble, explain, complain, discuss and be answered.

It made him kind of want they never wished anything in the first place. This way he could stay more.

“Yes, I,” and then he jumped holding the sing-sang word as he took the form of a fairy in mid air, holding the other’s fairy hand and spinning him a few times – smiling wider as the other squealed excitedly – before turning into the height of the second shortest of the group, conjuring a small vision of a particular cozy Universe’s corner before growing to a perfect replicata of the adult there, booping his face and taking steps away as the taller hissed, finally stopping his melody, “am!”

The tiny fairy clapped happily, flying closer, “I am Patton!”

“A pleasure.”

“Stars are loud.” Logan pointed with his usual blank voice, then hummed, a toothless smile painting his features as he went to get his loyal notebook.

“Well, stars got to shine. ~”

“And we are going to have a conversation. A private conversation.” The second sentence came sharp, cutting any remark the cosmic magic being was about to say. Virgil’s eyes seemed to stare deep into his core before gently shoving the younglings aside.

“A star?” It was the first thing that came out from his mouth, directed especially to Patton, since the other boy seemed occupied taking new notes on his book. “You were trying to catch a shooting star for Logan?” 

“He is… my first best friend. Ever. And he loves stars a big lot! And, and, and I thought… I’m not very good or powerful to give him a really great thing like a star, but… If I could catch a shooting star then he could have a wish and ask to see a constellation! Or to have one! Or to visit any planet! I just… wanted to give him something cool.”

“Patton, come here.” The witch extended his palm, carefully ruffling Patton’s hair when he sat there, his voice was soft. “You are a pretty cool guy, okay? Logan thinks that too.”

“Of course I do.” Logan said, yet writing even when a yawn escaped from his lips. Something about how nonchalant and sure he sounded, as if it was silly to doubt about it in the first place made Patton feel like his tiny form was full of Suns, again. 

“And I hope you both use your wish wistfully.” The two kids brightened up right away, the fear hidden deep in their minds that the adult would somewhat forbid them to interact with the new person – kind of – dissolving in pure bouncing excitement. “But never ever again you two dare to ever think about trying to do something dangerous like that without warning me first!” 

They nodded eagerly, bouncing up and down, making Virgil sign loudly, questioning all his life choices and shaking his hands to dismiss them “Go think about what you two want or whatever, your little demons.”

They didn’t take long before losing themselves in a joyful ramble with each other. Virgil took the opportunity to deviate his attention to the older one, who was trying to coach a very suspicious bird to come closer to him, narrowing his eyes. The guy reminded him those geniuses belonged to those old, with yellowish corners, tales where thousands of humans, monsters and magic beings were disgraced as their wishes were evilly twisted to go against them.

Well, he got closer from the other, who turned to him with a charming smile, this guy was about to have a big storm coming if he thought they would be so easily tricked.

“What.” said Roman.

“You…” Virgil started, warningly. 

‘Got it.’ Roman thought, smugly and immediately expanding his brightness to an astonishing level. 

“Done!” He announced, happily “Since you requested so eagerly for my company then that shall be!” He ignored the human irritated shout. “Oh, what an honor! That, of course, means I will stay together with you through your whole journey in this human form and therefore be free from my duty until your wish is fully granted! It will certainly be an awesome experience!”

“Awww, you asked for a new friend, V!” Patton didn’t seem sad for losing his chance, smiling wide and patting one of the human’s red cheeks.

“It was an accident!”

Logan made a low small upset sound on the back of his throat. “I desire to know how to properly set and activate the trap… We did it wrong. We messed up the steps and nearly didn’t put all the ingredients as asked, but it still worked, how?” He turned his head to Roman, who lowered his body a little in order to read the step-to-step spell written on the boy’s calligraph, he tsked in disapproval, taking the object and summoning a feather pen, starting to scratch a bunch of lines from the receipt.

“No, no, that is definitely wrong. That is the magic you were trying to use to get a shooting star? Damn, just don’t. You do this and you’ll definitely get a Supernova.” Then he stopped, his mouth slightly open, a lamp popping above his head, gleaming. “Oooh, that explains why Remus was always being claimed. I just thought earthlings didn’t like me.” For lonely and long thousands of years, “heh, silly me. Aaaand, there you go, kid! A brand new magic to get a brilliant Shooting Star as well as, of course, the wish.”

“Do you know a Supernova? Roman, that is so cool!!” Patton gasped. 

“Of course I do, he is my brother.”

“The astros can be related? I didn’t expect it to be possible. How?” 

Patton’s laughter and Logan’s questions made him smile, not that the witch would ever admit it. Well, maybe... maybe there was nothing more he could do now except keep an eye on them, right? Just because the star- no, Roman, - could turn out being dangerous too, sure. It has nothing to do he got utterly attached to the young ones. No, get off his thoughts, damn!

And, yes, things weren’t fully resolved. They haven’t thought about what to do about Logan’s outburst or how Patton’s managed to get the forbidden trap or to even fully understand what Roman was. However, as questions, answers and warm – that good warmth, which embraces your heart - feelings fled all around them, Virgil felt the anxious knot on stomach to ease a bit, relaxing before the scene of the rays of sunshine dancing with the Damsels of the Wind in between the leaves and trunks from the forest. A calm breeze attempted to carry all the smiles and grand gestures to a faraway land as the reminiscent magic began to disappear, and, along with all of this… 

They were okay.

…

The entire ground trembled when Remy suddenly appeared between them, even if his clothes were a mess, hair uneven and face marked by brown drops which could be just dirt on the best scenario his crossed arms sent shivers down almost everyone's spine – Roman’s ‘nice’ fell on deaf ears – and his voice wasn’t boisterous or even loud, but echoed, cutting the thick silence skillfully. 

“What the HECK happened here?”     

[birthdaysentiment]

hiii lovely one! cille i wish you a happy birthday!! (very glad i came back in time to wish you that, if it's not a sign of destiny lol)

i hope you had one of the most wonderful birthdays of your life, that you were well surrounded, that you ate well too (otherwise what's the point of all this thing djsksl) and above all that you were happy!

you are a wonderful person, a truly inspiring person who gives off such a sparkling aura that one quickly becomes addicted to all your posts and then to you too! you're really one of my most beautiful encounters here and i'm happy to designate you as a real friend bc you are, a person i can count on, a supportive friend, caring, so sweet and so on! one year older yeahh! (and i assure you you're not getting older, you are just becoming more of the wonderful person you are) i hope you accomplish everything you set out to do, that you reap the rewards of your efforts, that you have unforgettable experiences! you really deserve everything that is good in the world. special day also mean special recognition for everything that comes from you, i really wanted to tell you again: your edits are so sublime and we can see through them the effort, the creativity, the originality, (the time too) that you put in and of course an immense love. we really see that you always try to surpass yourself with a new shape, a new design, new colors and i am so admiring and proud bc you always succeed queen! never doubt your talent for gifs/edits. and then your sobbe texts... they are definitely the best, i always get a tear in my eye when reading them but such a big smile too :') we are all blessed to have you in the wtfam because you hold an important place in it, you bring us so much with your words and your posts in general! and so for that i thank you. much love to you🦋🦋 and don't forget that you are enough and if people don't realize it, unfortunately for them they miss out on such a nice and incredible person with a big heart😌 okay okay i'll stop now ahaha, love u💞

pam... i am lost for words. why are you so sweet to me! <333

oml idk where to begin, just thank you so so much for taking the time to text me all of this, it makes me feel so special and i can't stop smiling. your words goes straight to me heart and i don't know what I did to deserve this, but thank you so so much! i hope you know how sweet, kind, amazing and talented you are. seeing you edits and see how much you've grown really has been a pleasure and i can't wait to see what else you're gonna bless us with in the future. also... thank you so much for the content support. i really means the absolute world to me and I'm so thankful for all your sweet tags you always leave on my stuff, as a creator it really means the absolute world to me and i could never thank you enough for it. and for everything you said about my gifs and all my random thoughts... just thank you! I feel like i keep repeating myself, but it really means so much to me everything you said, from the bottom of my heart THANK YOU! i hope you receive so much love and happiness from everyone around you as you spread and i wish more people were as kind and sweet as you, but you're also one of a kind and i hope you know how special you are. once again, thank you so much pam for everything. sending lots of hugs and kusjes to you! <333

[junhyukiscute]

to all the boys i’ve loved before (mcnd x reader)

100 followers special! thank you so much!

author note: thank you guys for 100+ followers!! i didn’t know how to express my gratitude so hopefully this ot5 mcnd x reader will help??? also this doesn’t fully follow the movie at all <333

my letters are my most secret possessions. i write them when i have a crush so intense, i don’t know what else to do. there are 5 total.

minjae, the star of my school’s football team and partner in english,

sungmin, the class clown who shows me magic tricks whenever i’m sad,

huijun, the shy nerd who helped me study for history when i was failing,

junhyuk, the artist who asked me to become a model for him,

and seongjun, but he’s my older sister’s boyfriend.

nobody knows about my crushes. no one except for me. until one fateful day.

“hey sis! you’re welcome,” your older brother, wooseok said.

“what do you mean?” you questioned while you ate your cereal.

“your letters, i sent them out,” he replied.

“WHAT?!” you slammed your hands on the table as you stood up, “wooseok, how did you even find those?!”

he grinned, “i was snooping through your closet to borrow some clothes and a box fell on me. i decided that since i’m such an amazing brother, i would send all those letters that were in the box to the guys you addressed. five guys, huh.”

“wooseok- those, those weren’t supposed to be sent out?! what’s wrong with you?” you cried out before grabbing your backpack to run to school. great, today was just not going to be your day, huh.

“good luck, lil sis,” wooseok cackled. you really were related to the devil. you prayed that you wouldn’t see any of the guys today.

your first period was pe, thank god. you shared the class with none of the boys. you were just walking around the track with your friend who was chattering very excitedly about this new rookie group’s comeback song called “spring”.

“hey (y/n), can i um, talk to you?” said a low voice. you widened your eyes as you turned around to see junhyuk in his tennis uniform. what was even worse was when you saw your mint green envelope in his right hand. oh great, you forgot that he was apart of the tennis team, who had practices during first period. your friend stopped talking and gasped as she pieced the situation together before wiggling her eyebrows at you and started to jog away. great. you were about to jog off with her but junhyuk grabbed your wrist before you could. “i read the letter last night and i was kinda shocked. did.. did you really mean it?” he asked with desperate eyes. his grip on your wrist tightened almost desperately as he grabbed your other free one with his, “please be honest with me and don’t give me any false hope.”

you gulped as your face turned red. “false hope..? junhyuk, i don’t understand..”

he sighed before looking at you again, “meet me at the tennis courts after school today. this isn’t finished,” he hesitantly let go of your wrists before waving to you with the letter in his hand, “see you later, (y/n).”

after the traumatic morning you had, it was second period. you walked slowly to class as it dawned upon you. great, you though, i have huijun in it. as you walked into the class, you avoided eye contact with everyone in class and waited for the teacher. the minutes felt like hours, but once your teacher came in, you let out the breath you didn’t know you’ve been holding in.

“okay class, take out the books in your desk and open to page 401,” your teacher yawned. you grabbed the book from the little space you had under your desk and a folded lined piece of paper fell out on your lap. “for (y/n)” it said in near handwriting. out of curiosity you opened it and it read with neat handwriting: hey (y/n), i received your letter. i didn’t know that you thought of me like that.. i feel the same. can we meet up at the top media cafe later to talk about this? love, huijun

“ahem, (y/n), is history that interesting?” the teacher crossed their arms. you got out of your shock from huijun’s small confession before shoving the paper in your backpack.

“uh- no, um i mean yes?” you meekly replied. the class laughed as the teacher shook their head before returning to the lesson. you snuck a glance at huijun who was writing diligently before looking up and waving slightly at you. you sighed before pulling out a pencil and paper.

it was passing period now and you were walking to your locker when you saw seongjun leaning against it while holding a brown paper envelope. nope, not today, you thought before turning the other way.

he caught sight of you before yelling, “(y/n), wait! i need to talk you!” you widened your eyes before running off to your next period: english. not a lot of people were there yet so you just sat at your desk and huffed. this day seemed to weird to be true. you buried your head in your arms. you weren’t even halfway done with the day yet you were ambushed by more than half of the boys already. deep in your thoughts, you jumped when you heard the chair next to you screech. minjae, you thought. you panicked because, well, he was going to be next to you this whole period. you pretended to snore so you wouldn’t have to talk to him until the teacher came. a few moments later you felt a jacket drape over you. the warmth it had was too inviting and then you actually fell asleep. 

the bell had rung, signaling for fourth period. “(y/n), wake up, you’ll be late for your next period,” minjae gently shook you. you lifted your head up drowsily and saw a few books standing up to prevent you from being seen by the teacher. oh, he took cover for you so that you could survive the whole period napping.

“hmmm...?” you rubbed your eyes to get a better look at minjae smiling softly at you.

“hurry up, (y/n), you slept through the entire third period. i covered for you because you seemed really tired. i’ll walk you to fourth period.” without thinking much, you grabbed your backpack and nodded.

“thanks for covering me, minjae,” you yawned as you guys walked to your next class. 

“yeah, no problem. i wanted to ask you about something though,” he rubbed the back of his neck, “so i got a letter earlier? did my smile actually brighten up your week?”

you inwardly cringed at the memory of writing such a sappy love letter to him, “haha, what letter?? it couldn’t possibly be the- oh” you stopped as minjae held up a pink envelope with a cherry pattern on it. you blinked a few times in disbelief as he carried it with him this entire time.

“this letter. i can’t believe that you’d write something like this, it’s kinda cute. i always knew you were a good writer,” he grinned as he waved the letter around.

“don’t just wave it around like that, give me it!” you said as you tried taking it away. it was unsuccessful as he lifted the letter up and away from you. he put it in his pocket.

“you’re not even gonna let me finish what i was saying?” he smirked. you guys reached your classroom and as you were about to walk in, minjae hugged you from the back and whispered in your ear, “come to the football game tonight, i’ll save you a front row seat,” before letting you go. your eyes widened at the sudden affection before looking around. great, now you see the minjae fangirls glaring at you. you shuddered at the ice cold tension that was in the classroom before making your way to your seat. 

it was only until the bell had rung when sungmin had ran into class. “safe!” he yelled out with a salute as you heard a teacher yell “detention!”. the classroom was filled with light giggles at his energy. you made eye contact with him and his smile slightly faltered before smiling again at his friends. ouch, you thought. you rolled your eyes before pulling out the materials for this class.

once fourth period was over, it was lunch. you sighed in relief to finally be able to eat your problems away. as you exited out of the classroom, a hand grabbed your shoulder. you let out a small shriek before whipping your head to see sungmin, with a small grin on his face.

“can we talk?”

you nervously laughed, “look, if this is about the letter, you can just forget about it.”

“well.. what if i don’t want to forget about it? (y/n), these are your feelings. you can’t just hide them forever or throw them away like it’s nothing,” he said, his grin never faltering. wow, where did the happy jokester go? you rarely ever see him being so serious, so this was probably really important to him. 

you cracked a small smile, “listen, sungmin. those feelings were hidden for a long time, it could’ve been forever if you never had been given the letter. i appreciate the words but i... really need to go now, i’ll see you,” you said as you walked away. 

“check your blazer’s pocket!” he yelled from across the hallway. you stopped and looked back, but sungmin was already gone from your sight. you found a paper sticking out of your pocket. that silly boy, he probably put it in when you weren’t looking. when you took it out, you saw a ticket to the school’s dance showcase after school at 5 pm with a post-it note saying “i hope to see you there <3 i’ll perform a song just for you”. you shook your head before putting it in your binder. 

once you entered the cafeteria, you got your lunch tray and walked outside to sit under one of the school’s trees. once you plopped down onto the cool grass, you sighed and leaned against the tree’s bark. you cursed wooseok for sending the letters and cursed at your horrible luck when you saw seongjun walking towards you. 

you were too tired to leave the relaxing shade so you just sighed as he stood in front of you. 

“(y/n)...” he started.

“before you say anything, that letter was a mistake. i know it was wrong to write a letter to my sister’s boyfriend. i don’t like you anymore,” you said a bit too quickly.

he crouched down to your level before letting out a smile small, “i broke up with your sister after i read your letter.” 

your eyes widened and you sat straight up, “you did WHAT?!” you shrieked, “h-how could you?! my sister really loved you! oh my god, seongjun! what the hell..?”

he ruffled your hair like he would always do when he visited you, “i know you wrote more letters. your older brother told me.” oh my god, you felt like such a horrible person. the guilt you had for liking him, the fact that you had probably ruined all these friendships you had, it all weighed down on you and you found yourself crying.

“i’m sorry.. i never meant for any of this to happen.. if only i didn’t write those letters..” you choked out.

he shook his head before gently pulling you towards him so that you could cry in his chest, “it’s okay, (nickname), you can’t control who you like. it’s none of your fault for liking someone, or should i say some people?” he joked. you punched his stomach lightly as he laughed out loud.

“not funny, seongjun,” you mumbled, “you know, i don’t know why i had liked you in the beginning.”

“well, for starters,” he said as he pulled out the letter from his pocket, “you said that i had a personality that was just so warm and inviting and-” you punched him one more time, a bit harder, as you sniffled, “okay, okay, i get it. who were the other people you wrote to? i think i’m the only one who knew of multiple being sent out, so you’re good.”

“.... minjaesungminhuijunandjunhyuk,” you mumbled.

for some reason, seongjun caught all of that and widened his eyes, “really?”

you sniffed and nodded, “yeah but can we go back to why you broke up with my sister so suddenly...”

he sighed, “man, you’ve always been really persistent, haven’t you?” he thinks for a bit but the lunch bell rings and cuts him off once he opened his mouth to speak.

“you’re kidding me!” you cried.

he stands up and gives you a hand to take. once you take it and grab your backpack, he ruffles your hair one last time, “if you want to hear the rest, then wait for me after school. i’ll walk you home and explain all of it, okay? see you (y/n).” the next actions shocks you as he mumbles “don’t hate me for this” and he kisses the top of your forehead before walking off. you blushed at the sudden contact before shaking your head and walking back into the school building.

fifth period had gone by quickly, and the last period was a self study period. you doodled on your notebook as you pondered over your choices. huijun had always helped you out whenever you needed help or was called out by the evil teacher. junhyuk was the shy boy who asked you to model for him because he found you pretty, and had gotten closer to you during the process. minjae was like a childhood friend you’ve known forever because you guys had always gotten along and always had each others backs. bic was like a breath of fresh air; he’d always cheer you up whenever you had a bad test score, there was never dull moments with him. lastly, there was seongjun, your older sister’s boyfriend, who had always treated you so well and listened to your problems while never criticizing you for your mistakes. 

you never imagined this happening to you, let alone, even have your feelings being reciprocated. you giggled a bit, you sounded like some main character in a wattpad fanfiction. you tapped back into reality as you thought about it. if you choose one, you would ditch the four others who would be patiently waiting for your answers. actions really do have consequences, you thought bitterly. your stomach dropped as you heard the last bell ring.

who do you choose to go to?

song minjae

bang junhyuk

[elcorhamletlive]

MCU Rewatch: Guardians of The Galaxy, Vol. 2

(yes, I realize the order is wrong. I’m not skipping Doctor Strange, I promise - I just messed up the order in my head and had to just go with it lol)

There’s nothing I don’t love about that first battle scene. SO FUN. BABY GROOT DANCING. And I love that each of the Guardians has a small interaction with him, which kind of hints a little at the theme of parenting that’s gonna be so huge in this movie.

I love that Gamora is like “Groot be careful! ...Also, hi”. I feel like Gamora has this... almost awkwardness about her that makes her really endearing, and really sets her apart from other MCU female characters, especially at this point when there’s so few of them.

“I HAVE SINGLE-HANDLEDLY VANQUISHED THE BEAST!” cracks me up. lol

I know Drax’s comic relief can be overused at times but Dave Bautista just kills me and I adore every time he opens his mouth lmao

I think one of my favorite things about this franchise in general is that everything about it is just so unapologetically WEIRD. Like. Everything about the Sovereign. Gamora kindly providing support to Peter about his dad and then earnestly going “if he’s evil, we’ll just kill him” in the end (and Peter doesn’t react). Nebula’s mini quest to eat the fruit. Peter thoughtfully staring at a picture of David Hasselhof and then to Ego. I love it.

Awww, Rocket singing for Groot to sleep. So cute.

I also love Nebula’s thirst for violence feaking Kraglin out. I feel like one thing that this movie does right with its female characters is that it allows them to be as weird and off-putting as the universe around them, as opposed to making them pristine and put together.

I understand and agree with most of the criticisms of the treatment Mantis gets in this movie, but I really like her relationship with Drax. I think the moment where she touches him and breaks down is such a beautiful scene.

Groot with the human toe never fails to make me smile.

This movie is visually stunning. So many gorgeous shots.

Saldana and Pratt have so much chemistry. The scene where Peter and Gamora dance is so good. I like that them getting together isn’t just about Peter learning to be less of a manchild, but also about Gamora learning to open up. It’s a mutual journey.

I love that Gamora is just sitting in an empty planet, a ship shows up and starts shooting at her, and she just immediately KNOWS it’s Nebula. lol

The fact that Nebula blames Gamora for Thanos’ abuse of her is like. TOO REAL for a movie about spaceships, and it’s one of the things that make this franchise special.

Ego is a villain that has “evil” written on his forehead since his very first shot, true, but I love how the narrative makes him appeal to Quill’s arrogance by talking up all this shit about how important he is, and how meaningless and pointless everything else around them is, and then rejects it as an evil position. Ego is kind of embodiment of some very toxic traditional male narratives, and the way the movie openly tears them apart, instead valuing the found family and the love that living beings share for each other, gives me life.

It’s a small thing, but I have feelings about how fucking horrified Gamora is after Mantis plays with her emotions and makes her scared. I feel like it hits her in a very personal level (a loss of autonomy she didn’t experience even under Thanos), but also I feel like it’s a glimpse of how fucking terrifying Mantis’ abilities can truly be. Girl is one sense of morality away from being Killgrave.

“All you do is yell at each other. You’re not friends.” “You’re right. We’re family. And we leave no one behind” is like, a nice sum up of everything I love about these movies.

The tape sequence cracks me up. And “I’m Mary Poppins, y’all!” always makes me smile.

I don’t like the moment where the rock hits Mantis’ head. This, I think, is a rare moment where the humor does break the epicness of the moment.

I feel like I haven’t said anything about Rocket or Yondu’s arc here, and it’s weird because those are my favorite parts of the movie by a mile, but it’s an arc that actually hits deeply to me for reasons I can’t fully explain. Guardians was the first the MCU movie I watched, so before I fell into the Steve pit, Rocket was my favorite MCU character, and I love everything this movie does with him. How he’s so terrible, all the time, and how his characterization is consistent, and how he’s called out on it by someone who does exactly the same thing (and we can look back on this movie and the previous and be like “oh, yeah, they both totally do this”). The way he shoots Gamora and says he can only lose one friend today, and how Drax grows desperate in the background going “where’s Quill?”. I love it.

“You are a God. If you kill me, you’ll be just like everybody else.” “What’s so wrong with that?” <33333333333333333333 NOT ENOUGH HEARTS IN THE WORLD FOR TO EXPRESS HOW I FEEL.

“I’m sorry I didn’t do none of it right. But I’m damn lucky you was my boy” is one of the lines in the MCU that makes me cry the hardest. It’s hard to explain without getting into, like, extensive personal detail, but... this movie just makes me think of my dad, for several reasons, and how he and Yondu share some weird similarities, and how much this closure hits me hard because I’d like to get something like this one day. 

And I fucking love that “the thing you were looking for all along was right by your side” is framed to refer to Gamora and Nebula’s relationship, instead of her romance with Peter.

The way Nebula immediately turns in a fighting stance when Gamora touches her. That tentative hug. “You’ll always be my sister”. God.

Kraglin calling Peter “Pete” <333

“FATHER AND SON”. THE FINAL TEN MINUTES OF THIS MOVIE ARE JUST WATERWORKS.

Okay, it’s over, and I stopped crying. There are two scenes that just fuck me in this movie: the first one is Yondu’s death, for the reasons I mentioned about; the second one is Rocket watching Yondu’s funeral. I just... love the wonder in his face when he sees the Ravagers came, that even though Yondu fucked up and drove them away, they still came for him in the end. The overall message of Rocket’s arc, that no matter how much you hate yourself and try to make everyone around you hate you back, people still can, and will, love you. I just... this movie fucks me up so much, guys. I love everything about it. It isn’t as tight as the first Guardians, there are a few awkward bits and a few jokes that don’t really land, but it’s so ambitious, it does so much, it unites every character in a single theme and it deals with all their arcs so well. I love it. I love it so much.

[melien]

I wanted to express my gratitude for your amazing support throughout the latest Twinkle storyline. All the lovely comments about Carn and Claret have made me so happy. I think I can’t find the right words to describe how thankful I am, and how much these comments always made me smile, laugh, go “awww” and be like “god same” when people were yelling at them. I have to confess that along the way (ever since I started planning their story in March/April last year), I’ve also hopelessly fallen in love with these two, and all this time I was trying so hard not to give up and just spill the beans. I usually reply directly under the post when I know what to say, but I didn’t want to spam you all, so I decided to compile the comments from the last few days into a large reply post! I haven’t made such posts in more than a year since they’re quite a pain due to x-kit, and they will probably be occasional, but this time I wanted to do one, and even made a new banner for it. I’ll try to replicate my live reactions to the comments :D

Carnet will be back very soon with the quadruple portion of feels (and I mean it). It makes me so content that you love them as much as I do, and I promise to deliver. 😁 Now, it may be a good time to start posting at least a little introduction to my new legacy, the Lilygreens. Here’s a fun story about where I got the inspiration for their last name: I was looking for something special to no avail. But what inspired me was this song (only true eurofans will remember, lmao. It’s from ESC 2010). It’s so lovely and reminds me of a few couples of mine (Carnet included, I’ve listened to it a lot during working on their story). So I thought the singer had a really unique last name, and the rest was history. I hope you’ll enjoy this legacy, it’s a vanilla one and I haven’t played vanillas in such a long time!

aestheicpixels replied to your photo “Claret: And this one is… ???: Claret?”

Lowkey hoping it’s Carn even though it probably isn’t.

simlovinggirl replied to your photo “Claret: And this one is… ???: Claret?”

Eeeee is it who i think it is??? i hope so *excitedly waiting for the next post* :D :D

I mean, it could be Master Fu Huang or Cami or Cat or her parents or literally anyone... but I’m sure it would be frustrating :P

simlovinggirl replied to your photoset “Claret: CARN!!!”

♥o♥ is it possible to be in love with a sim?!? Omg, he's such a heartthrob ♥ ♥ Claret is one lucky girl! :D

simlovinggirl replied to your photoset “Claret: CARN!!!”

Also, her face, i'm dying xD

No worries, that’s exactly how I feel about Carn :D

cafeheart replied to your photoset “Claret: CARN!!!”

SHIT HE GLO'D UP

I think he had the biggest glo-up among my sims, ever! He doesn’t even look like his old self anymore. :D

a-simming-princess replied to your photoset “Claret: CARN!!!”

*low-key screaming*

cloudberry-sims replied to your photoset “Claret: CARN!!!”

I KNEW IT!!! I had this feeling in my gut that Carnelian would come for Claret *w* Ahh what a lovely love story!

aestheicpixels replied to your photoset “Claret: CARN!!!”

YEET, also awwwww her reaction!

vintageplumbobs replied to your photoset “Claret: CARN!!!”

He’s such a cutie. I love this boy 💜

simside replied to your photoset “Claret: CARN!!!”

IM CRYIN

Ajdksdkslkd I was anticipating this post so much! I was trying so hard to keep my lips sealed :D

simlovinggirl replied to your photo “Carnelian: Oh my god, you– your hair! Claret: No, it’s your hair! And...”

lmao xD omg i love this ♥

I just imagine them screaming at each other until they realize what’s going on xD

aestheicpixels replied to your photoset “Claret: I sent you scenery pics! I thought it’s more important!...”

Awwwwwww, I am so excited about this! This is too cute!

aestheicpixels replied to your photoset “Claret: I did. I really missed you. Come here… I’m so happy to see...”

AWWWWW

That hug, how much both of them craved it!

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photo “Carnelian: We have matching hairstyles now. We’re basically soulmates....”

Soulmates! <333

The original draft said something like “soul buddies” but I guessed it would be too much even for them lmao

aestheicpixels replied to your photoset

Awwwwww

aestheicpixels replied to your photoset

I love them

I do too, so much ♥

borderlinedub replied to your photo “Carnelian: Why am I even in lo– I mean, why am I even friends with...”

DON'T BE A TWIT CARN

weirdsimfreak replied to your photo “Carnelian: Why am I even in lo– I mean, why am I even friends with...”

We all know what you meant Carn ;)

monets-pixels replied to your photo “Carnelian: Why am I even in lo– I mean, why am I even friends with...”

boi just SAY IT

aestheicpixels replied to your photo “Carnelian: Why am I even in lo– I mean, why am I even friends with...”

👀

Carn is one of those precious people who is constantly worried about overstepping boundaries, so he was trying so hard to show that his intentions are solely friendly ;_;

cherishsims replied to your photo “Carnelian: Oh my god, you– your hair! Claret: No, it’s your hair! And...”

He became a daddy during Claret's time away

Stop it Anonymous Friend

borderlinedub replied to your photo “Claret: And this one is for Cami and Cat. They are already bombarding...”

fsr Claret's eyelashes are particularly prominent in this one. so pretty

Right, I love these eyelashes! They sometimes glitch out and randomly disappear but it’s not too much of a problem, I just replace them.

simlovinggirl replied to your photo “Claret: And this one is for Cami and Cat. They are already bombarding...”

Awwwwwwww ♥

aestheicpixels replied to your photo “Claret: And this one is for Cami and Cat. They are already bombarding...”

They’re so adorable!!

Spoilers: Cami and Cat died from all the feels

simlovinggirl replied to your photo “Carnelian: Ahhh… Quite refreshing, after such a long flight. Claret:...”

Bahaha, Carn's face xD I love him ♥

High five, I’m so in love with him right now! :D

tainoodles replied to your photoset “Claret: You’re beautiful. Carnelian: Uh… me? Claret: I mean! The water...”

guuuuuurl

simlovinggirl replied to your photoset “Claret: You’re beautiful. Carnelian: Uh… me? Claret: I mean! The water...”

LMAO i mean she's not wrong ;) but that words vomit, i love it xD

For some reason the words vomits are always so fun to write!

simlovinggirl replied to your photo “Claret: What a wonderful day. Blue sky, green grass, Carn’s abs… Wait,...”

Dang right girl, no one missed those Carn abs xD

simmeronnie replied to your photo “Claret: What a wonderful day. Blue sky, green grass, Carn’s abs… Wait,...”

Relatable tbh

Love me some abs

aestheicpixels replied to your photoset “Chinese guy 1: Girl, just kiss him already. Chinese guy 2: Yeah....”

Carn and Chinese Guy 2 for sure

weirdsimfreak replied to your photoset “Chinese guy 1: Girl, just kiss him already. Chinese guy 2: Yeah....”

New otp

a-simming-princess replied to your photoset “Chinese guy 1: Girl, just kiss him already. Chinese guy 2: Yeah....”

Haha!

Claret who?

vintageplumbobs replied to your photoset “Claret: I mean, what I did to you at the homecoming. What I’ve been...”

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photoset “Claret: I mean, what I did to you at the homecoming. What I’ve been...”

Omg omg omg

theladygrace replied to your photoset “Claret: I mean, what I did to you at the homecoming. What I’ve been...”

ALJDKLLSJDKL FINALLY

simlovinggirl replied to your photoset “Claret: I mean, what I did to you at the homecoming. What I’ve been...”

asdflasdkfs OMG I wasn't expecting her to actually say it, i'm dyyyyyying ♥o♥

a-simming-princess replied to your photoset “Claret: I mean, what I did to you at the homecoming. What I’ve been...”

YAYYYY finally, a confession!! 😍😍

simmeronnie replied to your photoset “Claret: I mean, what I did to you at the homecoming. What I’ve been...”

*insert more screaming*

This post!!! I’ve come with the idea of it when I was going on a trip in November and was exceptionally bored on the bus. It was past midnight, too. All the best ideas come unexpectedly! But yeah, since then I was imagining how he’s saying “I won’t force you into loving me when you don’t” and she’s like “but I do...” and not gonna lie, it made my heart skip a beat every time I thought about it. Sometimes simple lines like this can evoke so much feelings!

simlovinggirl replied to your photo “Carnelian: You… do? Claret: I was lost and confused when I was...”

His face, I'm dying right now!! ♥ ♥

aestheicpixels replied to your photo “Carnelian: You… do? Claret: I was lost and confused when I was...”

Yeeeeeeee

I also love how his face turned out. Deep inside he almost lost hope that she’ll ever reciprocate! But she, unknowingly for herself, did all along.

simmeronnie replied to your photo “Carnelian: You mean, about Lemon? Claret: No. It’s hard, but I’m...”

I keep reading Lemon as Lennon for some reason and I don't like it lmao

OMG SAME! I’ve done it so many times that I lost count. Stop haunting me, Lennon!

simlovinggirl replied to your photo “Claret: I know what you’re thinking! Now I made everything awkward....”

I'm crying, i love this so much ♥ ♥

aestheicpixels replied to your photo “Claret: I know what you’re thinking! Now I made everything awkward....”

Awww! I’m so happy now! Oh my goodness! Best thing to happen!

I’m happy that I have made people happy and managed to touch hearts, it’s the main purpose I want to achieve with my stories!

aestheicpixels replied to your photo “Claret: My parents had this magical love story which almost seemed...”

This is so beautiful. Like beautifully written and oh my goodness Claret

simlovinggirl replied to your photo “Claret: My parents had this magical love story which almost seemed...”

I think someone inherited some writing genes from her mommy :) She could be a poet with this, love it ♥ ♥

Claret has a soft poetic side for sure :P I’m always insecure about my writing, but I can definitely say this is one of the best scenes I’ve written and I’m 100% satisfied with how it turned out, it’s the kind of scene I’ll probably be randomly reading in the future and getting hit with feels. I’m glad that you also like it! ♥

a-simming-princess replied to your photoset “Carnelian: There’s a reason why I had no chance to be happy with Guava...”

Omg make me cry ���💗

monets-pixels replied to your photoset “Carnelian: There’s a reason why I had no chance to be happy with Guava...”

AAAAHHHHH

simlovinggirl replied to your photoset “Carnelian: There’s a reason why I had no chance to be happy with Guava...”

My hear omg ♥

vintageplumbobs replied to your photoset “Carnelian: There’s a reason why I had no chance to be happy with Guava...”

😭😭😭😭

Quoting my girl Claret when she was talking to Cami, “my mission is to make you cry. Happy tears, of course. I won’t accept sad tears”.

a-simming-princess replied to your photoset “But you’ll never be alone I’ll be with you from dusk till dawn I’ll be...”

Mfkfkdiejddnslcof the lyrics match perfectly with their names 😭💕

Yessss! I’ve always associated this song with them. I had quite an interesting experience with naming these two. I know a lot of simblrs had a dusk/dawn theme going, but it wasn’t them who influenced me. I’ve always wanted to name my sim Dawn ever since I had banilla legacies going on, it’s a beautiful name. It was Claret’s first name originally, but then I decided to give her a double one, because that’s when I started noticing there’s a lot of sims around with this name or middle name, including some people’s BPR heirs for gen 3, and I didn’t want to seem like a copycat.

As for Carn, he didn’t even have a middle name originally, for some reason I was dumb and didn’t figure out I could give them matching ones. But it was once again on another trip in summer, at 6 am, when I was tired and the only thing that kept me awake was listening to my playlist. This song, “Dusk Till Dawn”, came on shuffle, and I was like “... Carnelian Dusk. CARNELIAN DUSK. I’M SO DUMB WHY DID IT TAKE ME SO LONG”. I had to replace his tag too when he was still a kid. But yeah, these names fit them absolutely perfectly.

So yeah, that was story time with Melien :D

simlovinggirl replied to your photoset “But you’ll never be alone I’ll be with you from dusk till dawn I’ll be...”

*sobbing* ♥ ♥ ♥

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photoset “But you’ll never be alone I’ll be with you from dusk till dawn I’ll be...”

Omg omg omg

I'm not crying not crying

Wait I'm totally crying

aestheicpixels replied to your photoset “But you’ll never be alone I’ll be with you from dusk till dawn I’ll be...”

YEET

Words cannot describe how happy I am

I’m happy too, it was so hard to keep it under wraps!

simlovinggirl replied to your photoset “I’ll hold you when things go wrong I’ll be with you from dusk till...”

*cries happy tears* ♥ ♥

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photoset “I’ll hold you when things go wrong I’ll be with you from dusk till...”

They are so beautiful! ♥ ♥ ♥

I wasn’t kidding when I said that I also cried during writing this scene. I don’t know, it’s just so feelsy! I love slow burn relationships because it’s so satisfying in the end when they finally get together.

simlovinggirl replied to your photoset “Carnelian: Ah, Claret. Your lips are the sweetest I’ve ever kissed....”

lmao xD ♥

a-simming-princess replied to your photoset “Claret: Hah… Carnelian: What? Were my kissing ideas so funny? Are you...”

Okay but they are so cute??

aestheicpixels replied to your photoset “Claret: Hah… Carnelian: What? Were my kissing ideas so funny? Are you...”

This is so great. I love them so much

I can’t wait for you all to see how wholesome they are as a couple! I can hardly call this a spoiler because it’s obvious that they would be. :P

[gojosattoru]

Heya Ana!

Glad to hear that despite being tired you're still enjoying your work 😊 enjoying what you do is always important! at the moment i'm not doing much. I'm in-between jobs trying to find my dream one and something that makes me happy!! Hoping I find something really soon!

I agree with colouring and how it takes so much time and effort 😣 I enjoy it a lot but it can take a lot of time! I also enjoy working on gifsets because they take me a lot less time!!!!

Do you think you could tell me in a few sentences, what you enjoy about jjk, sxf and bnha? It will give a better idea on what one of those series to pick for your gift hehe 👀 I already have a lot of ideas! I'm really excited to start working on it!

- secret santa

Heya sweetheart!! Yesss it makes such a big difference when we find a job we love and truly feel happy! I wish it would be same for everyone!! I'm so happy cause i was able to finish a part of the project i'm doing today, it was a big win for me this week hehe <333 Ahhh i see!! Oh wow darling i hope you will be able to find your dream job soon, you're so hardworking so sweet and kind you deserve only the best hon!! Really will be praying so that you can find what you like to do most and stay happy always! <33333 Gosh you bet! Colorings are cool to do when you truly feel like to do some, not like me that used to color every single day lmao! Once in a while is good but the gifsets has been interesting to me recently so i'll be practicing and do more ^^ hehe aahh i just can't wait to see your gift sweetie!! hehe ofc!! well here it comes! for jujutsu kaisen i really like the whole chacarters, the chemistryof them, they are all so unique and have their special personalities/abilities and yet they have such a awesome complicity and always trying their best to help the others and to survive!! i like the plot too, the thing about itadori having sukuna inside him and how the tables are turning i'm really excited and curious to see how he will be overcome the curse.. it would be cool if he wouldn't have to die but... i guess is asking too much ^^"" as for spy x family, i really love how comical and enjoyable it is!! it's like a comforting anime i can always lay down and relax and watch over and over again XDD anya can be such a mood and how she is able to read minds and tries her best to help loid with his mission and utterly fails every time lolol poor baby! i like how each character as their secret and they live together to get the peace they want for their goals it's super cool and i'm wonderfing how everything will be in the end!! i'm always thinking that yor could be such a great teammate for loid, the two of them are so flawless together, it would be a blast seeing them work together on missions <333 as for boku no hero academia, i really liked the idea of heroes versus villains! how they fight for their ideals!! it's getting super interesting how everything is taking place now since all might has retired and the villains almost taking over japan. seeing the students evolving through the series and to be able to stand on the same level as the pros and helping them out to bring the peace again! i just hope they can bring some sense to some of the villains, specially dabi since he is todoroki's brother.. i just hope he doesn't die and his family can save him and start over!.. aahh sorry you said to say a fews sentences and i wrote so much asfcdghjkd!!! when i start to write i never stop lmao so sorry honey!! by the way, what do you like the most about these animes too darling? ^^ i hope this was useful hehe ^^ thank you so much for the message again and to know what i like most of the series <33333 wish you a great day/night honey!! *hugs you real tight* stay well!! <333333

[decembercamiecherries]

Craving Attention

Ao3 link

Word Count: 1629

Prompt:

okay but don’t imagine your OTP being clingy as fuck sometimes. like where one is on the phone for too long and the other comes and sits on their lap making pouty faces and then biting their lip teasingly, maybe kissing along their jawline a little trying to get the other to get off the phone because they crave their attention. fuck, it’ll tear you apart.

I didn't know if I was going to be able to write something for killugon day, but then I had to, because I love them way too much <333 This was a very self indulgent thing I wrote, not beta’d at all, but I hope you all like it anyway! Happy Killugon Day! ^-^ 

(This is a canon universe au, by the way, with aged up characters!)

“Yeah, yeah. I’m still here.”

Gon sighed heavily and pouted up at the ceiling. It wasn’t a particularly interesting ceiling: made of wooden boards and metal screws, completely ordinary as every other thing in this one bedroom apartment he and Killua were renting while finishing up this latest Hunter job.

In fact, the only semi interesting thing in the apartment was the tv, because Killua had been smart enough to bring video games to hook up to the consul and keep them entertained while they weren’t working. But video games were only as interesting as the person you were playing them with and the person Gon happened to be playing with decided to hide away in their bedroom for the better part of the last hour, talking to his sister.

“No way—really?! C'mon, you have to be joking.”

And that was Killua again, talking to Alluka. Gon huffed and scrunched up his nose. He shouldn’t complain, really. He knew he shouldn’t. If this was any other day, he would’ve gone outside by now but…

Gon turned his head to stare out the living room window. Yup. It was pouring rain without any end in sight.

Somewhere in the background, Killua let out a surprised peal of laughter. Gon breathed in deep at the sound, filling his lungs with air, and let his eyes flutter shut.

It wasn’t that he was mad, per se. He really wasn’t. He liked Alluka a lot and he knew the relationship she and Killua had was something special and important and necessary for them both. He was happy they had each other, and he never wanted to be a hindrance to that.

And yet.

Gon frowned. And yet, he and Killua had been working hard at this job all week, and this was the one day they could relax together before starting to work again and finish the last part of the job. And Killua had been talking to Alluka for a really long time now? It wasn’t like Gon hadn’t given them enough time to catch up, right?

Slowly, Gon pushed himself up and off the couch. The cushions creaked under his weight but he paid it no mind. His heart was starting to pound in his chest, slowly picking up pace until Gon could feel each throb against his ribcage as he padded down the hallway and towards the slightly ajar bedroom door.

Holding his breath, Gon rapped his knuckles on the door.

“Killua?” he quietly asked and pushed on the wood.

His companion looked up from the bed at the sound of the creaking door. Killua’s sharp and stunning blue eyes softened upon catching sight of Gon. He patted the empty mattress besides him with a crooked smile.

Gon’s heart throbbed. He scrambled to get across the room and onto the bed, still unmade from Killua’s late sleep-in—

“Yes, I’m still listening,” Killua said into the speaker of his cellphone, rolling his eyes now. Gon could faintly hear the sound of Alluka’s voice arguing with her brother from a thousand miles away. “Whatever made you think I wasn’t, huh? I always listen to you.”

Killua lifted his arm as he was speaking and Gon immediately threw his arms around Killua’s middle in a tight embrace. Killua let out a grunt but Gon barely heard him. He just hugged Killua tightly, relishing the way Killua’s arm came down to drape across his shoulders, one thumb idly tracing patterns into Gon’s bronze shoulder.

Gon nuzzled into Killua’s side. His toes curled and his entire body buzzed. He felt warm and giddy. He was happy here, with Killua, and this simple skin-to-skin contact.

But Gon was selfish and he wanted more. He wanted Killua’s full and undivided attention, and to get that he needed to be creative.

Gon lifted his face to look up at Killua. Killua was listening to something Alluka was saying, his gaze distant and distracted as he stared at the opposite wall. To get him to focus, Gon lightly jutted his forehead against Killua’s jaw. He whispered loudly, keeping his arms around Killua’s torso all the while, “Psssst. Hey. Hey, Killua?”

“Alluka, can you hang on a sec, please? Just one sec—what, what?” Killua turned those intense blue eyes on Gon, stunning him, and heat rushed to Gon’s cheeks in a single swooping heartbeat.

“Uh, hello?” Killua said when Gon stared owlishly at him. “Oi, Gon. What’s wrong with you, why are you looking at me like that?”

Gon mentally slapped himself. “C-Can we go back to playing video games?” he managed to stammer out.

Killua looked at him like he was crazy. “Sure? Just, wait a bit okay? I’ll hang up in a minute.”

Gon pouted. “You promise? You’ve been talking for a while…”

Guilt flashed across Killua’s face. “I—sorry, yeah, I know. I didn’t mean to be on this long, but I’ll hang up soon. Just give me a few more minutes to say goodbye. You can interrupt me again if I don’t.”

Gon brightened. “Really?”

Killua nodded. “Really. I promise. Okay?” He stuck up his pinky and Gon didn’t hesitate to intertwine his with Killua’s, grinning all the while.

“Deal.”

They dropped their hands and Gon immediately went back to nuzzling into Killua’s side. Killua’s arm found its way back to Gon’s shoulders and for a little bit Gon was content, listening to the steady, slow beats of Killua’s heart in his chest and the soothing sound of his voice whenever he answered Alluka.

But Gon made sure to count the seconds in his head. Thirty seconds turned into a minute, and then a minute turned into three, and three into five, and when seven minutes had passed, Gon decided it was officially time. Killua had given him permission to interrupt, after all.

Gon started with something small. He reached up—carefully, deliberately—and began to play with the short silver strands of hair at the base of Killua neck. His hair was soft and silky, shining pure white where it caught the rays of the sun and Gon ran his hand through Killua’s locks in a mixture of awe and pure glee. Killua’s hair was beautiful, just like Killua himself, and Gon loved it.

As he tucked a stray lock behind Killua’s ear, he felt Killua’s shoulders rise defensively. He met Killua’s confused blue gaze with an innocent smile; it was clear that Killua didn’t know what Gon was trying to do right now. He hadn’t even paused in his conversation with Alluka once since Gon had started playing with his hair.

Gon pursed his lips. That was okay. It just meant more intense measures needed to be taken!

Killua stiffened completely when Gon started to climb across his legs. “G-Gon?!” he said shrilly. His arms flailed but Gon simply ducked underneath them and slid nimbly into Killua’s lap. He was sitting sideways now, his chest perpendicular to Killua’s, and the perfect position to wind his arms around Killua’s neck.

Which is exactly what he did.

“Something wrong, Killua?” he asked, blinking innocently, when Killua gawked at him. “You can keep talking, you know.”

Killua closed his mouth, visibly swallowed. Gon had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep himself from smirking when he heard Alluka ask if there was something wrong from Killua’s cell phone.

Taking a deep breath, and sending a warning glare to Gon as if to say “don’t you dare start anything”, Killua said into the speaker, “No, nothing’s wrong, Gon’s just being a little shit as usual.”

Gon let out a bark of laughter. Faintly he heard Alluka say, “Oh! Gon is there?”

“Mhm. He’s right on top of me, in fact.” Killua eyed him suspiciously and Gon beamed at him. Killua knew something was up by now, but Gon could tell he was also curious; Killua’s heart rate had increased with their proximity, but Gon would be lying if he said his hadn’t, too.

“Oh, right, guys are on that Hunter job, right? The one in Ochima?”

“Yup. I don’t think it’ll take us much longer to finish up, but we got a couple more things to do before we—”

Killua abruptly cut himself off, sucking in a shuddering breath. He stayed still enough though for Gon to continue pressing a string of gentle kisses along Killua’s jawline. Killua’s free hand gripped the back of Gon’s tank top until the fabric twisted and Gon’s lips spread into a smile; that had finally been enough to catch Killua’s attention, it seemed.

“Killua,” he murmured against Killua’s soft skin. "Killua, Killua, Killua."

Gon saw Killua squeeze his eyes tightly shut. His cellphone was limp in his other hand, almost completely forgotten, and Gon knew he just needed one more small push before Killua was back to being his for the rest of the afternoon.

Carefully, Gon unwound his arms from around Killua’s neck, using one of his now free hands to cradle Killua’s jaw. He continued to place slow kisses up and down Killua’s face, relishing the ragged breathing he got in return. He moved onto Killua’s exposed neck next: he pressed his lips to smooth and pale skin before sucking lightly—

“Alluka!” Killua squeaked. “I’m g-gonna have to call you back another day, okay bye!”

He threw the phone to the floor and roughly yanked Gon towards him. Gon yelped, falling right on top of Killua, and the pair toppled backwards onto the mattress in one swoop.

“You—” Killua growled between hurried kisses, “—are so—” kiss, “—freaking—”  kiss, “—clingy! You know that?!”

Gon laughed gleefully and cupped Killua face in his hands, smiling widely as he stroked perfectly flushed porcelain cheeks.

“I’m only clingy with you,” he answered honestly and bent down to kiss Killua again.