#couldnt find the yellow so i had to use what i worked with

[motheryves]

phoebe, but i drew her in class, and i can't keep the same face

[rosedark88]

Sam is overprotective towards Dean

We all know that Dean is overprotective, we know that he can be really a mom to Sam. But Sam, Sam is true sweetheart:

When Dean is in trouble or in dangerous, not only does Sam take charge and saves the day, he is also very sweet about it, tries to comfort Dean as much as he can. We saw that in episodes “ Faith- Yellow Fever- Regarding Dean”. In episode Faith Dean had such a grumpy attitude but Sam just ignored it. And in yellow fever episode, there was a scene when he was trying to get Dean to breathe to calm his nerves. 🥺

He wont stand having his brother locked up in the panic room, and when Dean asked him why, he simply said you are my big brother.

In S6 E16 Sam doesn’t remember what Samual really did, but he took Dean side fully, and when Dean disappeared he threaten Samual if something happened to Dean.

S10 had many protective Sam moments but 2 moments stand out for me. One: how worried Sam was when he was curing DemonDean, even as a demon he really never ever wants to cause any inconvenience for Dean. Second: the scene in the picture, Sam wasnt on board with interrogating Metatron , yet he had Dean back, and even when Dean almost killed him and Cas wanted to take Metatron back, Sam said “ it wont happen again”

In S2 E3 when Dean told him u get a free punch, he refused. He never wants to hurt Dean or punches him back.

In S13 E5 even though Sam was grieving his mom. When he knew how upset Dean was, he put his own feelings aside to take care of Dean, from getting Dean a beer with breakfast to getting Dean his Favourite food and offering to go to a strip club with Dean. My heart 💓

He is happy to see Dean laughing even at his own expense, for example when Sam was sprayed with Clown stuff.

Sam always sees he is job is to take care of Dean emotionally, pushing him to talk, to open up, trying to calm him down.

Sometimes i couldnt help but appreciate Sam choices of words when he talks to Dean, like in the episode “ dream a little dream” S3. Dean hadnt slept in 2 days, looks like he is about to lose it. Sam asks Dean so politely if he wanted him to drive and he says “ You seem a little caffeinated” not ur tired, or u gone get us killed🥺 he is so careful to choosing words that don’t aggravate Dean. Didn’t work but still A for efforts. Also let’s appreciate how Sam insisted on going with Dean to find the monster.

Honestly there are many more moments, but these were my top Favorite 💓

[2braincellslz]

Hey!

Can i request Thomas Shelby x son! Reader, where the reader is the bastard child of him and no one knows about him except Tommy. The reader's mother dies and he gets sent to a distant relative who mistreat him. And the reader also knows who his real father is, and one day they meet and the reade is just really really sarcastic and Tommy somehow finds out that this disrespectful child is his kid he abandoned.

Father Dearest

Relationship: Son!reader and Father!Thomas

Desc: (y/n) having to suffer with his Aunt and Uncle, he decided to spend his day at the Garrison only to run in to his long lost father.

(Y/n) tossed again, huffing in displeasure. The sun was rising now but it wasnt like he got much sleep. Back at his moms estate, that was definitely not given to her to keep her quiet, he slept in one of the softest beds imaginable. It was almost like sleeping on a cloud. Now, living with Aunt Ann and Uncle Dick, he slept on a potato sack. Sometimes he swore he felt needles poking him from inside the mattress.

(Y/n) tossed more more time for good measure before giving up. He rolled off of his piss poor mattress, if it could even be called that, and tugged on his slightly too small "street" clothes. That of witch was a old yellowed dress shirt, work pants, and a hat. His "caregivers" didnt get him anything else.

Now, Aunt Ann and Uncle Dick wernt poor. Far from it. They were just cheap. Cheap when it came to (y/n). Cheap to the point where (y/n) was forced to sleep in the attic rather the guest room.

Ann and Dick had their own kids. Viv, a younger girl, she was kind but then again the reality of the world hadn't hit her yet. And Shawn, a boy about the same age as (y/n). Shawn and (y/n) got along fairly well. Often, they would hang out under some bridge and gamble with eachother. Whether it be a quick game of black jack or some kind of contest.

Shawn was also the only person who know about the hush money (y/n) received weekly. Shawn knew why (y/n) was getting hush money. Shawn knew who the hush money was coming from. Shawn also knew that (y/n) would lie about going off to work, much preferring hanging out at one bar or another and people watching but it was only a matter of time before people watching got boring.

(Y/n) climbed up the stairs, in to the kitchen where Aunt Ann and Uncle Dick were already sat at the table. The maid, Lizabeth, was hard away working at the stove while Viv watched carefully. Shawn was stood by a mirror, checking his tie one last time.

"Hot date?" (Y/n) asked, lightly slapping the back of Shawn's head.

"God, I wish."

"(Y/n)!" Dick called from the kitchen "dont hit Shawn or you'll be out on the streets so fast your head will spin!"

Shawn and (y/n) couldn't help but give a look, trying not to burst out in to a fit of laughter.

Letting in to the living room, (y/n) took the couch that was practically calling for him to fall asleep in and Shawn took a arm chair.

"So what's with the get-up?" (Y/n) asked, pouring himself a glass of Morning liquor.

"Dad's wanting to introduce me to some of his clients. Saying that I better get used to the 'get-up'"

(Y/n) hummed, nodding. He took a sip of the wisky. Dick would kill him if he caught (y/n) dirking it.

"So , what's your plan?" Shawn asked, getting himself a Morning glass.

"Planning on swinging by the Garrison. Seeing if that bar maid position is still open."

Shawn made a face, one of confusion and studder worry. "The Garrison? The place you are payed not to go to?"

(Y/n) just smiled, tipping his glass to Shawn.

"You are utterly crazy. Mr. Shelby still visits!" Shawn whisper yelled, leaning forward.

"He hasnt seen me in, what, eighteen years? He won't recognize me." (Y/n) couldnt help the small smile that crept up on to his face at the sight of the great Thomas Shelby being tripped up over his long lost son. "He's too busy with his businesses to even notice me."

"And if he does?" Shawn rasied his eyebrows.

"They I say I have a right to be here. The money is so I dont, one, stake any claim on anything to do with the Shelby family, two, not tell anyone that my dad is The Great Tommy Shelby, and three, not bug Thomas. I can still go to the Garrison."

"You're insane." Shawn sat back, placing his glass on the side table.

"Shawn, my boy, are you ready?" (Y/n) shot back the rest of the drink as Dick turned the corner.

"Yes, sir." Shawn stood up, straightening his cuffs.

Dick started for the door. Just as Shawn was about the leave, he shot (Y/n) a warning look. 'Dont get yourself in to unwarranted trouble.'

"(Y/n)." Aunt Ann called. "We have... guests tonight. I would suggest you etheir stay out late or stay in your room. Make yourself scarce."

(Y/n) just rolled his eyes, grabbing his cap before heading out the door.

The walk to the Garrison was never boring. The roaring flames from the factory's and the smoke filling passer by lungs was always a grand way to wake up. Granted, it was the only way to wake up.

Pushing open the door to the Garrison, (y/n) made himself at home in one of the bar seats.

"Ah, (y/n)" the bartender who (y/n) never bothered to learn the name of smiled. "The usual?"

"Actually, I was wondering if the bar maid position was still available?" (Y/n) asked, lighting up a cigarette.

Just as the bartender was about to open his mouth, the door snapped open. While the bartender was quick to look up (y/n) took his time.

A taller man walked in (clearly already buzzed). He was dressed in a distressed and messy suit and had a bushy mustache. (Y/n) was no stranger to the man, having shared one or two drinks with him.

Another guy was right behind him, a lot yonger. (Y/n) could tag him as Finn, the youngest of the (now) three Shelby sons.

The kingpin wasnt far behind his two brothers.

"Alright, everybody out." Arthur shouted causing the one or two people who didnt have jobs to leave. Exept (y/n) who sat back against the bar.

Arthur glanced over, clearly trying too hard to be intimidating. "Oi, you deaf?"

"Nope. Just bored." (Y/n) took a long drag of his cigarette.

"You got a death wish?" Finn piped up. God, It was hard not to laugh. Finn was almost like a little dog barking with the rest of the german shepherds as if he was one in the same.

"Depends on the day. Today..." (y/n) paused, pretending to think it over. "Nah."

"You best be leaving then." Arther took over again.

"No." (Y/n) turned around, back to the Shelbys.

"Leave him be. He won't say anything." Thomas finally hushed his brothers. Almost as if trained dogs, they both shut up and sat down. "What's your name?"

"(Y/n)." He didn't turn back around. "(Y/n) (l/n)"

(Y/n) though he was poking a bear with a stick, wasnt dumb. He knew not to out right say he was a Shelby so he used his long lost mothers name.

(Y/n) could hear the cogs turning In Thomas's head. He could feel his father's eyes burrowing in to the back of his head.

Arthur stared on about something or a another.

(Y/n) finished his cigarette just as the brothers were finishing up their little chat.

The stood next to (y/n) creaked slightly as one of the brothers sat down next to him. The bartender slid him a drink. There was a thud, money being placed on the counter, only Tommy did that.

"Do I know you?" Straight to the point.

"No. I dont think you do."

"Your last name sounds familiar." Tommy took a sip of his drink, watching his brothers leave the bar. "You're brave but dumb."

"Two of my best quality's." (Y/n) waved down the bartender whi handed in another drink. (Y/n) reached over and took the money Thomas was going to use to "pay" for his drinks, sliding it infront of himself.

"Do you have a job? Seems like a odd time for someone of your age to be hangin around bars."

"Nope, just got fired."

"Yet you dont have a death wish."

"Hated the fucking job." (Y/n) paused. He knew Thomas could see right through him. (Y/n) did know if it was a dad things

or a Thomas thing. "Boss's were scum. Good coworkers though."

"Isnt that always the case..." Tommy sipped his drink.

"You know." (Y/n) threw back the rest of his drink. "I always thought 'Tommy' was a odd name for a gang leader. You would expect something more... hard. 'Tommy' is a name you would expect a young sweet kid."

"And Thomas?"

"Thomas is a little better."

"A little?" Thomas looked over, not being able to hide the suddle smile.

"Mhm. (Y/n) is a much better." (Y/n) smiled back.

Thomas hummed, moving off of the seat. "Well, (y/n), next time you want to talk to your father you dont have to your uncles." Thomas said, leaving the bar.

(Y/n) jumped, nearly out of his skin. He quickly turned, nearly knocking himself out of this chair.

"What the fuck."

[gatorbites-imagines]

do you think you can do a yandere Jason todd x male reader x Yandere Dick Grayson if you want to that is your a great writer :)

Yandere Jason Todd x male reader x Yandere Dick Grayson

Headcanons

(i couldnt find a gif of just Jason and Dick, so have this one)

So, Jason and Dick are both yandere for the same person here, who’s got powers, cuz duh, I always make the reader a hero or meta. Readers related to Reverse flash, cuz hes one of my crazy meow meows.

I kinda went a little all over the place in the story with this, but I love the idea of speedster powers.

 -          You were called Mach 10, or that was your alter egos name anyways. In the beginning they had called you reverse kid flash since you were to Thawne what Wally was to Barry, except your relationship with Thawne was a lot more confusing.

-          You weren’t sure where you even started, what year you were from, or what reality for that matter, and neither was Thawne. But he saw you had his exact powers, looked like him, at least a little, so he took you under his wing and brought you with him.

-          Thawne is in no way a good person, whatsoever, but he didn’t force you to follow his path. You didn’t have a reason for what you did like Thawne, but part of you liked the feeling of your powers and how strong you were, so you also did crime, though not to the same scale as your father figure.

-          This didn’t mean you were all evil though. You saw yourself as greyer or rather a darker grey. You helped when people were in mortal danger, sometimes, and you always helped if the world was in danger or similar.

-          You could even be convinced to work alongside the flashes, though they were wary of you in the beginning, until you all actually got closer, and you became allies with the likes of Wally or Bart, though they weren’t the biggest fans of your villainy, they knew they couldn’t stop you for the most part.

-          And as long as you weren’t actually hurting people, or you only were hurting actually evil people, they could look past it in a similar way to the league looking past the outlaws and their behavior. Of course, you’d killed innocent people too, you weren’t without flaws, but they didn’t have to know that.

 -          The first time you used your powers to your full potential and jumped through and altered time, or jumped to different dimensions, Thawne was so proud and the two of you went out for ice cream to celebrate.

-          This new world was very similar to your own, and the league of this world must have felt the ripple in the speedforce or reality itself, as the ice cream shop you and Thawne were sitting in soon had a couple of heroes outside.

-          Your father figure rolled his eyes so hard you couldn’t help but giggle, and you two kept on eating your treat as this dimensions Flash cautiously made his way inside, seemingly recognizing Thawne at the very least, though you gave you some wary looks.

-          As the two men talked you ended up speeding outside to get some air, and since you grew extremely bored listening to them discuss why you were here, what you wanted, etc. etc. You flashed past the other heroes outside and decided to check out the different cities this dimension had to offer.

-          As the heroes panicked, Thawne just waved his hand and told them you were fine since you didn’t have a bloodlust like he did, and you were more like a dog hyped up on the speedforce checking out a new patch of grass.

-          Of course none of them trusted Thawne, but its not like anyone but Barry could really keep up with you, and as Thawne left saying you’d leave when you were done, they decided to keep an eye on you instead.

 -          One thing led to another, and you ended up in Gotham, sitting on the edge of a rooftop watching the gloomy city go about their life. Every now and then you’d catch some people glancing up at you, as your bright yellow suit stood out very brightly across the dark city.

-          Your suit was very similar to Thawnes, though you had added your own quirks to it, and the suit had more black mixed with some red patterns, though it was clear your inspiration was from Reverse Flash and not Flash.

-          It was when you were debating on ransacking a store for all their snacks that you noticed this dimensions Red Hood fighting a large number of enemies. He was limping and was struggling to keep up, so you could under assume he had been at this for a while.

-          Shrugging you decided to help, since Red Hood was the only bat you got along with in your universe. With a crackle of black and red lightning, you flashed on over and took out the enemies with ease.

-          You had to hold back from not killing them since you knew the bat wouldn’t be very happy about that, and you remembered Red Hood from your universe didn’t kill as much anymore.

-          Turning around you watched as Red Hood collapsed to his knee with a pained groan, blood vividly pouring down his torso and onto the rooftop.

 -          Jason had no idea who you were or where you came from, but he was too messed up from his fight to do much as you walked over and picked him up like he weighed nothing. Then you sped somewhere else, one of his safehouses that seemed to be the same as the one in your original dimension, and you patched him out.

-          He passed out from blood loss, but when he woke up again you were still there, sitting on his couch watching tv like you owned the place. Seeing as he was awake you went and checked up on him, making sure he wasn’t dying or anything.

-          That’s when Jason finally demanded to know who the hell you were, or how you knew about his safehouse. You just laugh and reach up to push you cowl off, introducing yourself as Mach 10, and saying you were just a visitor from a different dimension.

-          Jason would never admit it but the moment he saw your face the seeds of obsession were sown, and as you stuck around for the rest of the day you two started talking and found out you had a lot in common.

-          And when you didn’t judge him for his violent ways and he learned you resorted to violence and murder as well, he felt some kind of kinship with you, only deepening the already brewing obsession and love.

-          You end up figuring out the Red Hood of this world never stopped using real bullets, he just kills less than before, but still puts and end to the lives of the worse kinds of people.

 -          After that, much to Batman’s annoyance, you stuck around Gotham, though you mainly stuck around Crime Alley. You started to become Red Hoods terrifying yellow shadow. There were rumors you were some kind of opposite to Signal, but they people saw your use of speed, and it became obvious you weren’t a bat.

-          You had never been one much for boundaries, so when Jasons obsession grew over time and he started to touch you like grabbing you, holding your hand or carrying you around you just let him, knowing you could snap him in half if you needed too.

-          You weren’t the best influence as your own moral compass wasn’t the best, but Crime Alley had never been more safe for the innocent, and you started to actually gather admirers amongst the civilian population.

-          Jason never spoke of how jealous or sick it made him feel to see people cheer for you or take your hand to thank you for saving them. But people never got too far in their hero worship, as you always did something the normal population found terrifying, placing you right back in the untouchable category.

-          But seeing you use the speedforce to rip apart someones atoms or watch you vibrate at a frequency that allowed you to control people, it made people back away and only admire and fear you from a distance.

-          But for Jason it only made you more attractive, and watching you vibrate or as sparks of lightning shot off your body, it only made Jason feel hot under the collar. His obsession with you grew to the point where he would neglect his duties as the Red Hood if you weren’t going out as well, so he could spend more time with you.

 -          Before you arrived Jason had kept up some kind of contact with the batfam since he was lonely or might need support at times, but now that you were there he pretty much stopped all contact as you were all he needed.

-          This worried the bats, but not enough for most of them to do anything about it, except for Dick who decided he needed to get to the bottom of this. So he went to Crime Alley to check on Jason and you.

-          When Dick first met you he couldn’t help but notice how bright and carefree you were, like the weight of the world meant absolutely nothing to you, and looking at you and your powers that might be the truth.

-          But he also couldn’t help but notice how Jason seemed to tense up as he shook your hand, or how his younger brothers hand seemed to be twitching for his gun whenever Dick got a little too close to you.

-          Dick hadn’t ever really been the most mentally stable person, especially in this new dimension he seemed even more unstable in a sense, as he grew interested in you and seemed to ignore the obvious danger that Jason was to him.

-          In the beginning it was just a curious interest for Dick, but like Jason the moment he saw your face the first time without your cowl, his heart stuttered, and his face went red, and he felt like he had to have you.

 -          Like with Jason you did very little to disapprove of his behavior, letting Dick hug you whenever he wanted, or leaving the trackers you knew they both placed on you, knowing your lightning would break them at some point.

-          Dick went out of his way to learn all your interests, and buying you more gifts than you knew what to do with, he might even use his connection to the league to get you speedster based gear that you could use.

-          Jasons jealousy became worse as he clung to you, his eyes pretty much always a constant bright green as pit rage burned in his chest as he watched Dick try to charm you and steal you from him.

-          Up until they point Jason hadn’t made a move on you romantically, but when he saw Dick bring you a brand new herosuit, one that when you put it on hugged your body even more than the last one, he decided enough was enough.

-          It was especially the way Dick seemed to look all over your body in your new suit, or how Dicks hands wandered over your body to “check out that the suit fit” and how he knew Dick kept pictures and recordings of you.

-          Jason hoped Dicks interest would disappear when he watched you mind control someone to kill their entire family and then themselves, as multiple members of the family were innocent or children.

-          But to Jasons extreme annoyance, Dick only seemed to get more interested or feel more drawn to you. Jason was happy you didn’t pay much attention to other people, or else you might have noticed how Dick was aching for you like a cat in heat as he watched you rip out someone’s lungs using the speedforce.

 -          They both knew they couldn’t keep you locked up, they couldn’t even threaten you as you were so much more powerful than them, and you weren’t dumb enough to manipulate.

-          No matter how many plans Jason cooked up, he couldn’t figure out a way to keep you as his and his alone, until one night it just became too much.

-          A woman you had just saved from a criminal pressed up against you, hands rubbing your chest as she told you she could thank you in the best way, but before you could laugh in her face, Jason had shot her.

-          As you turned to look at him in confusion Jason crowded close to you, ripping of his helmet to grab your face and force his lips onto yours. You could easily have broken both his arms, but you didn’t find Jason annoying to be around, so you kissed him back.

-          Jason was over the moon as you kissed him back, his legs growing weak as he started moaning and whimpering against your lips, his knees completely giving out as your tongues clashed, resulting in you having to hold him up.

-          What you both didn’t realize was that Dick had been following you, and had seen the kiss which was enough to snap what little bit of sanity he had left as possessiveness burned so brightly in his chest.

-          He followed you both back to Jasons place where he confronted you two as you got inside, and you were just confused as the two bats started fighting both physically and with words. But when their fighting got a little too extreme you pulled them apart.

-          Dick ended up grabbing you and pulling you close so he could kiss you too, forcing his tongue between your lips as you could taste blood from where Jason must have busted his lip. Jason yelled in rage and tried to fling himself at Dick again, but you just grabbed him and held him against your side.

 -          Where Jason had grown weak in his knees and almost soft at the kisses, Dick seemed to grow controlling, the grip he had on you growing tight to the point it would have hurt a normal person.

-          When the kiss started to feel like you were being devoured by some animal you forced Dick to step back, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand as you told him to control the slobbering.

-          Both Dick and Jason still fought a lot for you, but they also knew they’d have to kill one another to get the other to leave, but you liked them both as a person, so they put up with each other’s presence.

-          They even started sharing the pictures or videos they had, or their collection of stolen items they had taken from you, where dicks most prized possession was your last suit, and Jasons was the original clothes you had been wearing underneath the suit when you first arrived.

-          Dick grew more violent during his patrols as he became almost illusioned by his possessive obsession to you, that he couldn’t let these criminals walk around as they’d want to take you from him or would taint you. This resulted in Dick also cutting most contact with the batfam and the league, as he and Jason were too busy worshipping your very existence.

-          They were both extremely clingy, both inside and outside of suits, and they loved to buy you things or to always be touching you. And though they hated your powers at times since they could never get the upper hand, they both loved how strong you were, or how cruel you were to criminals or just anybody that got in your way.

 -          But one day came that you were growing bored of this dimension, and though you did care for Jason and Dick, you wanted to be on your way and even return to your original dimension.

-          You weren’t a good person, and since you’d never officially put a name on what you were with the two bats, you just packed up what few things you needed on a rare day neither of them were there, put on your suit, left a note, and left using the speedforce.

-          When Dick and Jason realize you left, they both in their delusional minds think there must have been some reason you left, that maybe Thawne forced you or something happened in your original universe.

-          You were the only thing keeping them a little stable, so with you gone they both pretty much lose it and hurt and kill anybody in their way to get you back, which ends up with them finding some gear or machine that uses the speedforce.

-          They somehow had something of yours that is connected to you or your presence in the speedforce that means they can zero the machine in on you, and take them to you. So with the league in shambles around them, they abandon their original Dimension and step into your original dimension, on their search for you so they can stand by you once more.

[witchersmistress]

Stolen by the monster part 4

hello my darling creatures!!! i have brought part 4 to you, it is under construction much like my rainstorm and hate sex series so if it is mismatching, im on my way to mend it. but in the mean time enjoy this portion.

Warning: my usual for this style!

word count: 2K

as a reminder, i do not give permission to use my stories or work without asking. if you do ill haunt you for the rest of your days...

Walking back to my office, it wasn't my intention to go that far with you but I was on a timeline, one that I wasn't eager to miss. My plans to ruin Ethan Hunt  were still the same but you being pregnant would just be icing on the cake. Imagine the look on his face when he learns that the daughter, he never met, was defined by the very monster he was meant to stop and you, being the sweet loving girl you are, would never get rid of that baby no matter what anyone told you. 

My balls ached with the thought of you swollen with my child. There was a small voice in the back of my head that was telling me that it was wrong to use you this way but I didn't care about that when you said that I could use you anyway to get back at your father. I lost control which is something I normally don't do.  Placing the sedative back into the safe I made my way to my bedroom, nothing out of its place, I walked into my ensuite bathroom, turning the shower on as the steam filled the room. I  went about my nightly routine, as I crawled into bed with my little black book. Trying to read and i couldnt focus on anything, my thoughts drifted back to you, knocked out in your bed, your thighs slick with my cum, fuck, your moans bouncing around in my head. My cock was at half mast and I could barely stand it. With a frustrated sigh I closed the book. Giving up on trying. Yanking the blankets off my legs, I swung them and stood.

Moving through the hallowed hall towards your room. Pushing the door open, I found you in the center of the bed. That cat of yours on a pillow, its yellow eyes glaring at me, that stupid creature. I moved closer to your dresser, opening drawers to find some kind of sleepwear for you. I'd be far too tempted if I left you naked. I may be a monster but that's a line I will not cross. Finding a plain spaghetti strapped black nightgown, I pulled it over your head, pulled each arm into each strap and pulled it down your lush body, stopping at your hips. I saw the dry cum on your thighs, walking to your ensuite bathroom. I grabbed a washcloth and ran it under the warm water, adding a small amount of soap. 

Walking back to your bed, I spread your thighs and cleaned up the mess I had left. I never regretted my actions of taking you from your home, and keeping you captive, even trying to force you to carry my child. I regret that I lost control.  wiping the soft flesh of your lush thighs, you let out a soft moan. 

Drying your thighs and grabbing you a pair of underwear and shimmied them up your hips, giving your ass a gentle squeeze, as i went to pull the night gown down i say the tell tale signs of bruises forming, fuck you bruise easily. You could see the outline of my hands forming on your hips.  Pulling the duvet backup and 

 laying on the other side of you and pulling you closer to me. Pressing your back to my front, your warmth spreading across me, I feathered kisses across your shoulder blades as you snuggled close. “Your going to be the death of me little one” i made eye contact with that cat on your pillow, it was purring and was watching me. That damn creature. Ignoring it as we settled in. Tucking a long strand of your hair behind your ear, you rolled over and pressed your face into my chest and gave me a few kisses before settling back into a deep sleep. Suppressing a groan deep in my chest, laying on my back and pulling you with me. Goddamn you really will be my downfall.

Your POV

I felt unusually warm, and a heavy weight on my mid section. Cracking open an eye, I looked up to see Jess looking at me, “Hi sweet baby” reaching out a hand to pet her. She rolled over and showed me her belly. Someone shifted behind me, I rolled over carefully to come face to face with August. I jumped back a little. What in the actual fuck was that man doing in my bed. He still had an arm wrapped around me. I lazily drew a finger across his exposed pecks, tracing the scars he had, this particular one,  I think was from the fuel burn from my father, in his attempt to stop August.  he was built like that dude from the witcher. A grumble vibrated deep in his chest, “What are you looking at, little one?” while i fumbled with my words, he quickly shifted, and pulled me underneath him as he settled between my thighs. “Curiosity killed the cat you know.” he stated as he nipped at the soft flesh of my tender breasts. I gave him a small smile and tried to wiggle my way out from underneath him. 

      Hissing as he settled more of his weight on my lower half. My abdomen coils and throbs from the pain settling and his weight on me. Showing the displeasure and discomfort in my face, August cocked an eyebrow as he moved off me. I slid off the bed and tried to make my way to the ensuite bathroom. “Sweet girl what's wrong” his big hand encircled my wrist stopping me from going “August, i don't feel well” he looked me up and down before settling on my legs and his eyes grew wide. I looked down and saw the blood running down my leg. “Verdammt” I hissed, my body sometimes can just be a wicked bitch. He was up and out of bed before I could speak, he grabbed a dark towel from the bathroom and folded it before placing it back on the bed. “Sit” he said, it wasn't a suggestion. 

Still at the door, he says, “A bath is waiting for you. Take your clothes off and I’ll be in shortly.” When he closes the door, I do as I’m told, skating my fingers along the wood as I make my way into the bathroom. In the center is a free-standing bath with shiny claw feet. Breathing in deep, I strip and step into the warm pool of water as steam drifts from the rippling surface and hangs in the surrounding air. Sinking down into its depths, the water rising to just over my breasts, I lean my head back on the lip and close my eyes. The warmth and buoyancy lessen the pain in my abdomen. I hum my enjoyment. Hazing through my mind are sparring emotions, wanting to both be in awe and love but also curl up in silence until I don’t feel so raw about everything that has transpired. “You’re a survivor,” I mutter to myself. It is not long before I hear the wooden door rattle on the hinges as it opens, and footsteps move in that graceful, measured way that only August Walker can pull off with a six-foot-one physique. “You do not have to do this,” I say, opening my eyes and sitting up to find him pulling a chair over to the bathtub. He is still in his dark pj bottoms, still shirtless revealing cords of veins, curves of muscles.

“I know, sweet girl.” He picks up a loofa and lathers it with soap scented like coconut before brushing it gently down my shoulders and chest. I shake my head in amusement, I can't quite figure this man out.. As he washes me, I can’t stop noticing how I used him as a scratching post and how he has more evidence of our steamy night than even me. I reach out and grab his forearm, inspecting the gashes that would have wept with blood. He holds still, letting me look. “You look like a feral cat attacked you.” “A sweet little wolf, actually,” he says, his voice deeper, more gravely, while afflicted with fatigue. I presume he hadn't slept long before i woke him

 It’s an incredibly sexy sound; sleepy August Walker. Gruff. Husky. Yummy. “A stray wolf,” I mutter, releasing his forearm. His hand dips, breaching the warm surface, sinking to cup my abdomen.

 Even as tiredness moves in waves through his irises, they are no less controlled, no less attentive. “Is that self-deprecating behavior going to return?” he says. “I thought we were making progress. Do you need a repeat of what happened a few days past” His hoarse tone, wrapped in sleepy huskiness, reaches deep inside me. I still think about the sting as he spanked me.I shook my body, sending waves of sensation to my already beating clit. Then I remember the way I felt in the wake of that moment. The subtle burn. A feeling of safety. Accountability. The way I trusted him that little bit more... “Do you think I need it, Sir?” He strokes my empty abdomen as though his tenderness can fix the hollowing of my womb. “Perhaps. Are you cramping?” “It feels better in the water.” He lowers his hands and massages my thighs, deep tissue pressure that loosens and comforts. He’s strong, dominant in the way he touches me, but in no way rough or overstimulating. My eyes bat close, and I melt beneath the meticulous hands of the most intense, dangerous, and beautiful man I have ever met. 

While his hands slowly work around my entire body, he talks to me. “When I say you belong to me and that I will take care of you, this is what I mean. You are not a stray. You are owned. I warned you once to tell me to stop. I warned you what it meant to belong to me... True, I didn’t plan on keeping you then. I do now. There will be times when you hate me. For what I have to do. I am sure of it. That will change nothing between us. I want you to know that if you try to leave, I will hunt you down. I want you to find comfort in the fact that you have no choice. You are mine. Because ever since I laid eyes on you, sweet girl, that is the only place they have wanted to be.”

I look at him. Moaning as he palms my breasts gently, I feel my nipples pebbling against his palm. “You will hunt me down, Sir? Why would I want to leave?” 

“I am a sinful man.” 

“A dangerous man,”

 I agree, pridefully, without a hint of care for the rest of the world. I swallow hard. “I wish I was a dangerous person.” A grin coasts across his lips. “My affections for you make you the most dangerous girl in the country,” he states seriously, and I exhale, a flitter of contentment moving into my chest, finding comfort in his darkness. It is potent, that flitter, spreading out like stems, curling into each cell. I remember my mother talking about reincarnation. About how we turn into a vibrant, uninhibited butterfly after this harsh existence as a weak, humble caterpillar.  But I don’t want to wait until I am dead to experience my own reincarnation. I want it right now. In a cocoon of August Walker. I hope that in my second life, I am a monarch butterfly. 

They are graceful. 

Beautiful. 

And poisonous.

[fictionfixations]

twst spoilers (im looking through this through the lens of twisted wonderland)

I have a bunch of movie DVDs so I’m watching them.

watched part of the little mermaid (i ended up stopping cause the rest of the audio after the deal was just gone and there were more and more frame freezes and cuts)

and then aladdin

Anyway since I’m on a twisted wonderland fixation I wanted to watch the movies I had. So I’m going through little mermaid. I don’t think I have the second

..there’s one at 80 mins. It says disc 1. The other is titled ‘Ariel’s beginning’ idk the difference??? apparently ariel's beginning is the third movie, and a prequel. i didnt get around to watching it cause at this point im tired)

Guppy is an insult (i swear ive heard floyd call someone a guppy but im not sure where)

THE TWEELS EYESSS (and the white glowed yellow???? Or is that an artistic choice??? i have no idea what they did because i couldnt hear them and i didnt figure out how to turn on subtitles or rewind )

I love the yellow fish so much (hes just explaining it while lacking so many details you cant really follow)

Triton a shit father???? No I hate the crab (hes. kind of a bad influence.)

Ariel can. Be out of water with her tail? And speak? And

breathe???????? huh!?

SHES ON SAND AND ISNT DRYING OUT??? (so her only problem with it is that shes not human. and thinks he'll only get with her if she's human. it feels kind of dumb but i guess it kind of isnt if they have this huge thing against merpeople but they dont even know they exist? although there could be negative consequences ofc if they did find out but i really dont think ariel's aware of that. or if she is, then whyd she go so close if she knows they could be a danger??? ???

..i mean. its better than signing away your best magic for TEST answers. and then working for the lounge for the rest of your years at school??? with probably no pay. like. seriously?? people just accept things?? i mean i know nrc wouldnt accept kindness. but. ..apparently accept azuls deals without reading...)

'Beautiful girl singing.' (or it was beautiful singing voice) (What if she was a siren???? like cmonn) I couldn’t hear what happened to Ursula that left her away from the others ngl

...Tritons really the kind of dad to destroy Ariel’s stuff when she reveals she’s in love with a human. Okay yeah I don’t take back my thought of him being a bad dad

Well it’s human stuff but srsly???

THE FAN TURNED ON (curse non-soundproof walls) DURING MEETING URSULA ('poor unfortunate soulsss') IM CRYING NOOOOO (i didnt know how to turn on subtitles. i only figured it partway around watching aladdin :( )

I can’t hear the deal :(

Weird that Ariel still got married (and had like the foundation thing that helps merpeople get used to land??? i forgot what it was but it was because a princess in like the sunshine lands blah blah blah) Meanwhile Ursula is just. Admired fo being so kind. Do they not know??? then again they do admire jafar while he also still lost. ..i mean the stories twisted ig so we cant really know what happened. if it followed the movie or if something else happened. In twst* Sound disappeared. I think it’s the movie dvd cause there are weird cuts

im. gonna end it there because otherwise im not gonna understand a thing

aladdin go brr

The frame froze on jafar closing the parrots mouth 😭

I FOUND WHERE THE SUBTITLES ARE oh my god were the crackers a reference (in the game kalim kept shoving crackers in grims mouth and i was just so confused???) I just wanna give the tiger a hug (i dont remember what gender but so so cute when turned into smol bby)

I can’t really blame animal sidekicks that cause an issue in stuff (and kind of annoying) since I got attached to grim and I hated him for the longest time lol (anyway abu ended up helping out by stealing the lamp anyway when before there liekly wouldnt have been a chance. so. good on him)

Jafar just keeps calling him Abooboo throughout the movie. …i cant take it seriously its the funniest thing ever

Why is jasmine surprised (or at least look surprised) she could’ve just assumed jafar was mistaken since Aladdin said he went in disguise and stuff to hide why he was there????

Who the hell would believe jafar’s word? The sultan. But jasmine hates jafar!

Jafar only wanted to be with jasmine to get power??? So why does he want her now? I refuse to believe he’s in love ew

EWWWW THEY KISSED (well she did it to distract him while aladdin was making his way on the plan to stop jafar. but EWW it didnt even work because he saw aladdin's reflection in the crown!)

So gross HOW OLD IS HE!?

So glad jamil wasn’t like that but also it’s not a romance game thank fuck

'Still just second best’ OUCH thats rough hearing that insult

and its deserved. but also knowing jamils backstory makes it ow, although jamil never really. went as far. ....like. nobody actually dies. theres no attempt at killing someone excluding overblot actions and actions pre-blot BECAUSE its on the way about to overblot that what you normally wouldn't do you kind of do, and i really doubt you can be blamed for that when it kind of just. removes your morals, sort of? lowers your inhibitions. but like. makes what caused it so much more intense so then you break and boom overblot

something like that.

[thesilentlands]

Chapter 7: The Copper City (part 1-2)

-Part1

They waited and waited, traveling slowly thru the twisted world of abyssal trail untill they finally saw something at the end of the bridge, a light of normal world. They have finaly arived in there, they got of the creatures back and just as they wanted to turn around and thank it, there was nothing there

-where is the Abyssal Trail? -what do you mean? -we where one moment there and the other it dissapered! -you see, abyssal trail only has few main openings, but the bridges only rip a wormhole to a set location for just a moment for non abyssal creatures to leave, once they leave, the wormhole closes instantly -oh.. alright then. i guess just obove this hill is the city -are you nervous -very ive never meet nice people before -wait, before we go there you should cover up your lends and eye -oh! Your right.

Michael finds in his backpack a pice of rug and bandages, with the rag he made a eye path and with bandages he covered up his glowing hand and lends -you know that you can make the wires on your face stop growing? -how? -just think that its not glowing, that usually works -alright.

Michael focuses and the wires lose theier glow. -did it work? -yes it did, now lets go, it looks like its going to rain... -can you withstand rain? -i can not, my system will get rusty -maybe you can hide in my backpack when it does rain -i will accept that.

They walked to the top of the hill and they both glanced at the city.

It was a somewhat odd feeling to see such a city, a bit of chill came over Michael, but he wasnt scared, he was curious, he wanted to get hire and thats what he got, he took the first step, it was a small one but its best to start somewhere, they slowly walked twards the city walls. they entered it and they where was a bridge, below the bridge there was a wheat feild that streached far off and ending at the another bridge.

Sudently something flew from the sky twards them, it was pretty big, and its wings where made from electrisity, you could see them from very far away, it flew closer and closer until it landed right infront of them.

-Welcome Michael! To the CITY_CW_49 or as everyone call it Copper Wax City nr.49, or just Wax City, im only hire to welcome you and to give you your ID and pin! - the mechanical creature that resembles a bird hands michael his ID and a pin that has the city symbol on it.

-we are happy to have you hire! A bot will soon arive to your curent location to get you to your apartment -ok thank you, do you by any chance know if its going to rain today? -calibrating... The rain will fall in about 6 minutes and will last 30 to 45 minutes -alright thanks -my plesure! Ill be going now-.

As the mech said it did, it sprout its yellow, hologramic wings and quickly flew away. -i though you said that you guys with power liquid couldnt have hologramic things - its true, but this type can recharge thiere power house, and they have specific atachments that can save theier limited power use -oh. Wanne go to the end of this bridge? Maybe that bot is waithing for us there -alrighAA -whats wrong? -its THE RAIN, its raining a little -alright, get in -good call -volt jumped into Michaels backpack, suprisingly the backpack didnt became much heavier but stayed the same weight.

Michael walked and walked, there was another wall, that seperated the city from the field, near the entrance there was something, someone with cyan fur and a screan for a face, the "face" displayed pair of two small, yellow eyes, the creature also had an umbrela. The creature spoted Michael and started waving at him, Mixhael aproched it and it was a bot that resembled a bee -Hello! Are you Michael? -yes i am -great! Ill be takeing you to your new home! -great lets go then -alright -oh, just so you know i have my.. pet in my backpack, hes also a mech -oh! Then ill share my umbrela with you.

They both entered the city, they where now on the smaller part of the city, where there are no tall buildings, the streats became darker and the rain started to become heavier.

-hey... What is your name? -my name? Its just a number, but you can call me CB! -alright, CB, do you you know what are thos pins for? -oh you dont know what pins do? They symbolise where you came from and they usually symbolise citys symbol, by the way, what was your first pin?- Michael chasitates, he dosent know how CB is going to react that he comes from a bunker, its something that hes really worried about, he choses to hide this fact -i had.. a really special one -do you come from a far? -very far away, ive lost my pin too, bad luck -oh no that terable, but fear not! Your pins are saved in your mind -what? -you see when you get a pin, there is something in them that makes it so a specific bot can acces them and show you them, they are pretty cheap too so maybe one day you could how me them -maybe, how about you? -im a bot silly! I can only get reputation by being nice or for carrying on tasks that the leader provides -leader? -yeah! Our leader is a robot that rests in one of the wind towers, its conected to every robot hire, even when new bots come hire they are asked to be conected there -i see, so my pet is going to be conected as well? -if it accepts then yes if no then no -intresting, hey, do you know anything about bunkers -bunkers? They are enchiant, its bealived that humans that have entered there have became monsters that even higher beings are scared of, it also known that they reasived a really special pin, a pin that makes anything free for its user, but they dont exsist anymore, because they where only given when they closed them in bunkers.. -i.. i see, what about vaults? -they are used to store inportant stuff, information, backup seeds, dna samples you know? -dna samples? -the technology is now advanced that you can use one strand of dna to create a whole animal! Its a backup if the whole species dies out -i see -and what do you know, we have arived!

-house number 153, second floor. -alright thanks, see you around -oh! I should mension that youll have a roomate -oh.. ok, see ya -goodbye! - the bot slowly disapears in to the glommy night and michael stands in front of the building, he hasitates to enter, but they came all the way for nothing, its only a roomate, one person is better anyway, unlike the whole vault.

Michael opens the door, and is meet by someone, its was a guy with a blinded eye and a mechanical arm and leg, he didnt notised michael at first but when he turned around, he was a bit stureded by him, but he welcomed Michael in.

-Ahh, so you must be Michael, well, welcome hire, im Frank, -nice to meet you -lisean i know its a hard thing to move in, but your very welcome hire -thanks, i come from.. really far away from hire, so its nice to see that you accept me -of course ill accept you! Im sure that the others will do as well -others? -yeah, there are three other people upstairs, and this thing in this hole - frank points at the big hole in the wall, then from this hole came a voice -oh boo hoo, im now called a thing? -sorry, its just,*sigh* your really anoying -i can understand, whos the new bulb? -w-what? -she calles people by flower names, i still dont understand why -i just like it, come closer new guy, i wanne have a better look at you - Michael got a bit closer to the hole creature, it then reaveled her self, it was a bot, that resembled a white rabbit, and her eyes where glowing with red light, when she saw michael closer she smirked a bit.

-well arent you a daisy! Im Rose, if i get to know you better, ill let you meet the others from the hole - there are others? -well two more but for now youll get to me jużet only me -ok nice to meet you, ill.. ill be going now, to my room -alright daisy see you around~ - rose then disaperas in to the darkness without a sound -is she always like this -*sigh* yeah but youll get used to it, anyway since your going up stairs you should know that your roomate is named Vanessa, she knows that you arived so hopefully youll guys get along -are there any others? -well there is Nico, hes asleep right now, he also has an eye path like you, and Angela is few month in to an expedision on some wasteland, im kinda worried about her because she went alone, but im sure that she will make things work -i see, well ill be going now -see ya tomorow! - Frank went in to his room, leaving michael alone with volt -see? everyone is nice -im still not sure.. -come on give them a chance, its not like they are like people you meet before -i mean they do seam nice but what if that changes -dont think about it, just enjoy the moment -*sigh* fine, i guess ill try - michael enters the second floor, and stands at the door of his room.

He finaly, after standing for two minutes, he finaly opens the door to his room. In the view that he saw there was a other door to his left and a welcome mat under his feet, on the left there was a pretty big bed that was all a mess, as well as a night stand with a small lamp, next to the bed, in the corner of the room there was a table with two plants on it, all around the room there where lights, walls where a deep magenta color, michael turned around to close the door and when he turned back around there was Vanessa standing right behind him

-hello! Ee.. it was Michael, right? -yeah, then you must be Vanessa -yeah, frank told you? -yes -alright, ill go to the kitchen to grab something and ill be with you -ok, where can i set my backpack -oh beside the bed is alright -alright thanks - Vanessa then exits the room leaving michael alone again, -see? Every one is friendly -its just... So weard... -whats wrong? -its just... I feel tired, and my head feels light -that means that your probobly about to fall asleep! -really? -yeah, maybe the normal air and outside atmosphear made things to you -maybe yeah.. im gonna close my eyes for a moment, just a moment... -alright.. - then michael fell asleep.

Volt used the sytuation, he got out out of the backpack and looked at michael, since Volt gave him his leends, he didnt had a chance to allow Michael to become "an admin", he could only use a single nail by this point, he could only access the main frame when he was asleep, now is his chance to make more powerfull. And he did

[womp-womp-imma-phantom]

chapters 1-4 hoodie x masky x reader

The fall air always brought back good memories. You were happy to get off work early for once the way the leaves crunched under your feet was calming in a way. No one ever was in the woods. The paths were old and faded, then you heard a noise “hello?” I didn't know anyone still came out here. You look down to see if your dog was the one who made the noise only to find that she stares at a tree. It has a photo on it? “Whats that” i slowly walked to the paper “a photo of a….man? In a suit.” i slowly grab it.

 

As I grabbed  it I heard a noise. Static?

“Huh what the?” i hiss through my teeth in pain 

“run! Now!” a voice boomed.

 I ran as far as I could on the trail. All I could think about was that I needed to get out now. The trees felt like they went on forever as I ran. I felt like the world was spinning, then my vision went blank.

 I fell for what felt like years then I sprung up panting heavily like i couldnt breathe.

 ‘“Wait, I'm in my bed. That had to be a dream, right? Fuzzball, come here girl.”

 nothing silence

“fuzz? Come here girl.” i've looked around the house, nothing where is fuzz?

The last room to look is the kitchen “hey fuzz you in there?”

 as i opened the door, i didn't see my dog but i did see a circle with a x through it “is that blood? Oh gods fuzz where are you! Fuzz!”

 i ran around the property trying to find her.

 “The woods! Shes there, she has to be!” 

“Fuzz!” I yelled as I ran through the woods. 

At this point I was off the trail running as the sun started to set. 

“fuzz where are you!” I was more panicked than I had been in years.

As I ran I saw more papers, something told me to grab them but right now I had to find fuzz.

I ran for what felt like only a minute but then I heard something a howl.

“Fuzz!” I ran to the howl, panting trying to catch my breath.

Then I saw a husky… with a human smile? I hid behind a ‘oh gods what is that? Where is Fuzz? I looked around and realized I was by a stone path far from where I first was. 

“Hey smiles how are you girl?” a muffled voice asked 

I turned slightly to see a masked person with long black hair with brown roots and paper white skin. Before I could turn I felt cold eyes on me.

“Well what do we have here?” I heard metal scraping against the trees. Then in a blink of an eye it was in front of me.

“Go To Sleep!” he yelled as he buried the knife into my arm.

I had just barely managed to move away.

I can barely remember what happened next. 

All I can remember in the stinging in my are and the burning in my legs as I ran.

I kept running for as long as I could. 

Soon I could see the street lights just gotta keep going then I heard the tree branch snap.

“Oh sh!t!” in a blink of an eye i'm on the ground dirt rubbed in my eye “ahHh! Fuck you” i said through my teeth

I tried to get back up but I couldn't. 

My body was giving up then I felt a sharp stinging pain in my thigh.

Then everything went dark “wait what?” i slurred out 

“Shhh go to sleep.”

I could feel my body dragging against the dirt. Everything hurts: the stab wound, the random sharp sting, the dirt in my eye.

I woke up to a bark a very loud bark.

“Fuzz!” i tried to sit up but i couldnt when i looked to the side I could see fuzz laying there barking with her ears down. She looked so scared.

I looked around i was in what looked like a basement. 

I then looked at the foot of the bed I was on.

 A man wearing a white mask with painted black lips and eyes oh gods his eye they were cold and bored into mine.

“You made a mistake, you touched the papers on the tree 'it’s’ after you and sadly you are stuck with us.” the weird man stated bluntly 

“Oh hes awake?” another man asked as he walked in the door. 

This one was wearing a yellow mask with a frowning face  

“What, what do you want, who are you?!” I hope they couldn't hear the fear in my voice.

“Im masky and that hoodie and you are going to be a killer in trying for the operator sadly. 

Y/N why were you so stuped you took a paper off operators' trees in the woods of killers.

 Did you really not think about that?” he lectured

“Oh fuck off, those are stuped campfire stories you cant be telling the truth.” i don't know what i was thinking i was just stabbed and kidnapped yet i thought that this was all a joke tell

‘Hoodie’ pulled a gun 

“I dont wanna shoot you so you better listen to us ok?” his ask more of a command.

[kozykricket]

alright my current brainrot is apparently pokemon scarvio so

ill be discussing various leaks past the read more line, so this is your chance to scroll on by! its my prediction for the DLC(s) for sv!

Alright, so before we get into the leaks lets just make it clear - we know the whole mystery of the disk pokemon. we know heath talked to it, we know the paradox of the past/future pokemon appearing in heaths time, before the time machine was made. for most of this, ill be talking about violet/turo/future mons, for convenience. we know that the third legendary or mythical or something *spoke* to heath, in some way, and made him scribble things in his book. i believe those are instructions for making "the time machine" but he couldnt quite figure it out. some have pointed out discrepancies in the sketches and photos of paradox donphans, and i actually think that might be significant. maybe heath, in his curiosity for the unknown, and creative imagination... thought he saw something unlike anything he had ever seen before... but was it just his imagination? perhaps. maybe it was actually there already, formed from his desires, or maybe it was just a normal donphan that they got a bad picture of. either way, this sparked his curiosity about... what mysterious creatures lie in this dangerous crater. surely something of a treasure (finding your treasure IS a big theme in sv, and we know that researchers went there to find a treasure) perhaps this third legendary relies on your desires, of what you WANT to see... and makes them real. i really do believe it! i mean, with unova being the next in the remake lineup assumedly, is a dream world that crazy of an idea? so then we have the young turo, with his childlike wonder... loving the violet book so much, and imagining what pokemon from the future could be like. imagining such exaggerated features - though the exaggerated features are more noteworthy in the ancient paradox forms (billion year old jigglypuff with fangs? really?) but back to the experience heath had, oftentimes, things that can enter your freaking dreams tend to be all about granting wishes of impossible stuff becoming real, but for a price. i think this legendary has lost its power in some way, and needed the machine that it simply referred to as a time machine to turo... to make his dreams reality. it must be in control of the terastal phenomenon too, no doubt - which is a reality-altering effect. it darkens everything around the pokemon, gives it a hat with a weird little face around the bottom of it... and... agh, this is incomprehensible isnt it? my writing is SO unorganized i need to work on that listen, im gonna leap forward a bit -its a desire based legendary, it brings what you want to be real to the world, but needs human intervention to truly harness its power. theres some great videos ill link at the bottom of the post going further into some speculation on the third legendary - i also think tyranitartube has some alright videos on the whole mystery of it but i said id be talking about the DLCs well, a certain fake leak inspired me. "The Magenta Mirage DLC" It's confirmed fake, but like- scarlet and violet are the ends of the light spectrum, and magenta is unique for not being on the light spectrum. its a color that our minds "make up" if you will. an imaginary color but what about riddler khus golden/amber heart? didnt he say the dlcs "color" would be yellow? well, theres 2 datamined item sprites with no names or code attached to them in SV. one is a golden, spiky rock of sorts, and the other is a strange runic stone with a *magenta* swirl. could this be the armorite and dynite ore of this generation? we have a golden land DLC first, sparking more mysteries about terastallization, and then we have the magenta dlc that gives us closure with the mythical tera-type master pokemon? perhaps ALSO THE PARADISE PROTECTION PROTOCOL IS TOTALLY THE MYTHICAL POKEMON FIGHTING US THROUGH AI TURO I MEAN COME ON ITS LITERALLY JGHTRJUHFJUHJ ITS . IT TERASTALLIZES. oh right, i didnt even mention that people datamined that signature moves for paradox suicune/virizion exist. pokemon that... were sketched as hypotheticals. existing well then

now time for photo/link dump The Truth Behind the Disk Pokemon

The cut item sprites

an interesting video by tyranitartube, covers some fun speculation honestly tldr its all about your wildest dreams... your treasure.. becoming real

[teapopp]

Hi hi back again back again

1. Your artstyle is so soft and I feel like it’s gotten even softer since the last time I saw ur blog/pos 2. How’d you develop your artstyle? It’s very pretty :D 3. I think I might come around more often, say hi and stuffs :3c

HI HI HI!!!! welcome back :D

UM... THANK U.... i rly want my artstyle to turn into a yellow blobby mess hehe. i strive for squishability but i keep trying to be accurate soo hehe working on it !!! im rly glad u find it soft !!!

also abt developing my style,,,?? i've been drawing since i was like 6!!! but i got kinda serious about it when i was like 8 and started actually reading chapter books and playing video games

ngl,, its just a bunch of other ppl's art styles mixed together hehe,,

like june's (@ actuallyrea on twitter) style and riverspirit456 on youtube when i wanted to learn how to shade and use colour as a young artist.

i just take little bits n mix it together and use what i learn from studying the human body :p

(UH.... AND ANIME... I WATCHED ANIME AS A KID.... I MADE FAIRY TAIL FAN ART)

(^^^embarrassing fact!!!!!!)

back in like 2019 i really liked milcherie's stuff on deviantart but idk where they are now :( i think their account died or something :( they were rly nice and they liked trevor from pokemon xy and they were a motivation and inspiration to me :,)

(mainly bc no one rly bothered to draw trevor and they were like nice to my mediocre trevor art... BUT STILL...)

(if there's no content... make ur own ykwim??)

(warrior cats, pokemon and sonic artists were crucial to my artistic development during my formative years LOL)

also ,, i had a moment when my art was SUPER stylised like tiny torso, giant blocky limbs, strange eye and faceshapes, just because i wanted to find a style that i liked and it did not work out NANDNS,,,

BUT ALAS !!! i have settled down w the anime+chibi styles i have now (even if they change w every drawing i make bc im SO INCONSISTENT SADGE.....) the circle above where the nose is stayed pretty consistent tho!!! ive been using it for almost 3 years now? or 4....

but ya i think the main motivation behind development was seeing these ppl's neat ocs and thinking... "i wanna do that!!" as a 9 year old and making my first warrior cat oc, then sonic oc, then pokemon trainer oc

and then feeling frustrated that i couldnt draw the pose i wanted to and then scouring the internet for poses to learn and taking in little bits from different artists i looked up to to polish my drawings.

(and also the fact that i liked unloved characters at the time)

TRIED TO MAKE IT READABLE!!!!!^^

ALSO.... AHH COME AROUND MORE BTW.... UR SO NEAT.... SOBS AND SCREAMS.... I WILL TRY TO SAY HI IN RECORD TIME....!!!

[orenjibot]

Haha. I was like mega flipping my shit over it on twit cause i’m still working stuff out in my brain but!

Turns out i might also be autistic. Like mild autism perhaps.

Like… i always thought it was just an adhd thing? But it would make sense if i have both cause there were a few things i couldnt explain about myself in very small ways with just my adhd in particular.

But it would make sense if it was autism cause it also explains why i would always analyze smth like i was picking it apart to understand it. It was never smth i just understood without words, i had to actively pick things apart to understand it? I thought i was curious but no it was because i couldnt understand how the world works so i WANTED to understand. I get incredibly frustrated when i cant understand smth at all. It makes no sense and it hurts me and angers me i dont get it. I get insanely angry! Like irrationally so!

In turn i realized how that thinking and putting things in to set categories and patterns in my head has caused me to misunderstand a lot of social situations too. Like its not too bad but i defs mistake ppl’s intentions and stuff bc the way they word things isnt clear to me (taking things literally/at face value).

I also realized this mindset has also influenced how i saw regular human things like bonds of any kind and how i expect ppl to treat me bc i thought these are normal things i took very literally. Like i only understood jokes as things ppl say to be funny and used in any other situations like directed @ me means u are making fun of me and DISRESPECTING me… when all they wanted to do was make a joke and be light hearted.

Idk if this counts as autism but i also misunderstood friendship like just vibing with each other isnt rly friendship cause to be friends u usually have to do more than that. This is largely driven by the fact i, personally, had to put in more work into friendships due to being horribly neurodivergent and not understanding how to talk to ppl too (being bullied was also a factor). A friendship to me is one where u have to understand me and not just me understanding you so anything else that isnt just that isnt rly a friendship to me so i approached every friendship like i have to understand how ppl worked in order to be friends with them. This is apparently NOT a normal thing people do. This can also be attributed to my adhd and is likely more cause it, but the fact i didn’t understand that friendship wasn’t so… give and take made me realize how much pressure i was putting on others to understand me, i just thought that was normal and like a given cause i do it, why can’t you? I took everyone not giving me that as a sign of either disrespect or disinterest and took it as “oh u want a shallow relationship with me”. Like i took friendship too seriously when i shouldnt have.

There were also gestures i took as negative and hostile, and triggering my RSD but also that it didnt adhere to what i understood what being friends was. I figured I was weird and oddly sensitive about interactions, but i did find it really really weird how it was very specific and particular gestures. I cant understand it so it is making me UNCOMFORTABLE; less like “man idgi” and more “this is making me feel so incredibly HURT and uncomfortable that i feel like crying”.. to the level of wanting to cut off ties or discarding them entirely.

It now made me reevaluate what happened between me and ann as well. Like, yeah, i DONT think what she did was nice or correct but the treatment i gave her was too drastic without explanation. I don’t feel the need to be her friend or approach her since she didnt try to approach me either (also blocked me at one point after i unblocked her so yah lol). She never said that i misunderstood her at all, i was the one always having to do that?? And i kinda didnt like that… and she was giving a lot of…. Yellow and a few red flags. Like it was hard to approach her to let Her Know she did smth wrong cause she always took it so dismissively/defensively too. If anything, i do think i should apologize to her for not realizing that a lot was because i didnt realize i was autistic, but sadly i don’t feel the need to wanna chat with her unless she does so first or the occasion comes up. I have always felt the need to apologize for her for that cause that was indeed my fault, but… Im also kinda petty and stubborn so i want her to actually apologize instead of like? Be a pussy lmao. Like I forgive her more for her response then, but i still didn’t like how she casually threw me aside for being direct. Like that was a HUGE deal for me cause my exfriend did that and acted like NOTHING happened. Like bro… i was very hurt man by you doing that even in a normal situation 😭

Anyways….

I took a few tests to rly be sure it is a mild thing and not some misreading. And they all came out mild/moderate… its like high but not definite severe. It is very close to it so im like.. well fuck.

I will go get a diagnosis at one point but realizing this made me just…. Realize so much things. Like it all just… clicked.

I feel like i should apologize to cam about that too.. just a whole bunch of things.

[tgablissortonn]

i ended up revisiting a different concept storyboard from earlier and tried to build on it because the other composition wasn’t as interesting as this, it lacked a lot of balance and the positioning of the panels and character left blank space that left the page feeling loosely put together.

i used the previous sketch and repeated the same processes from the last concept, using the mixing brush to create a base for the flames to be built on.

i found a 3d model of a skull online, traced over it for my skeleton. i did this for pure convenience because drawing skulls from this angle is a bit complicated. i didnt capture many photos of the full process of rendering this skull because it was all on the same layer as the lines, which was a bad idea because i couldnt separate or remove parts that weren’t up to standard during the process. i used a textured pencil brush to make the surface look gritty, and used crosshatching techniques in certain places to make it look more rough and realistic. the colour palettes and shading were inspired and loosely colour dropped from my previous burning skeleton study.

on a multiply layer above the colouring, i used a dark red shade to add more depth to certain parts of the skull to make it appear more 3d.

since the skull is laid ontop of flames, i added a slight glow in a yellow shade on an add layer.

on another add layer with the same orange colour, i used a soft airbrush to add some more glow effects to the bottom of the skeleton just to add more focus on the glow and make it fit the background.

i added some flames coming out of the skull as its laying ontop of the flames using mostly an add layer for this, but a little more detail was added on a layer above.

the backgrounds of the panels are in full black. this was done so that more attention would be drawn to the furnace because it stands out on the black background, also because in general its in a dark room in a basement, so it creates a sense of isolation in the basement and that there is nothing else but the burning furnace with the skeleton inside.

i added the base colours of the furnace and the flames inside.

then on a multiply layer above the base colours i used a dark red to add shadows and depth.

i added a base for the ashes to be falling from the furnace. it was interesting to look like her skeleton had been partially burnt away already. i also added a light purple backlight just to add a little more depth.

on an add layer, using a warm yellow colour i added a glow emerging from the furnace from the fire. i used the same pencil brush and lightly brushed some of the yellow to make a soft glow.

i added some white to the ashes.

ontop of everything, i added some movement lines to make the door look like it was moving and make it easier for the reader to understand the movement that was happening.

then i wrote the words, there wasn’t a font suitable on sites like dafont. none of them matched what feeling should be in this scene, it should be eerie and tension building. the text should mirror the sound, so i wrote it wobbly and sharp to match the sound of creaking and added a white stroke to it to make it stand out against the background because there wasnt enough contrast.

then i started working the background. i used the same processes as previously, but the flames are a lot bigger beause they were close up and because the previous attempt was too over the top with the amount of fire i added and it was too harsh.

i added some more darkness to the bottom of the eyesockets. on a layer above the fire drawn on the skull.

again i added more detail to the flames and adding the lightest parts to the background.

i drew the collarbone for the skeleton, again i didnt capture enough process photos and did everything on the same layer. i used the pencil brush. my technique was to use a dark shadow colour ontop of the base, and then find a midtone between the two and colour between the colours to make the shading more seamless. coloured with lines and crosshatching tecniques.

i added a subtle yellow glow on an add layer at a low opacity ontop of everything to make it appear like the flames were also infront of the skeleton.

[ofcarnvge]

Unarmed

@annalis-e--shadowofpanem

“I’m afraid I must concur.” Ami stood from the barstool and moved to Pan’s side. “There’s nothing we can do until we land and hear from Cereza, so try to catch up on sleep while you can. The last thing we want to be killed by is jet lag.” She placed a firm hand on Pan’s shoulder.

The job behind the job. Pan knew what Amaterasu was doing. Half of her welcomed it. The other half didn’t care. But none of her faulted Ami and the rest for guarding her. Friends were, indeed, in short supply.

Ami had laid across a couch and fell asleep almost immediately. Leslie gathered her nerves and set her sights forward. “I’ll mind our plane. If anything develops you’ll be the first to know. …and thank you for letting me do this.”

Leslie  shared a nod with Pan before departing, leaving just Pan, Bowen and Lucky. The twins were hard at work making the last milkshake–Pan’s. It was already sitting in a glass, with a bright red cherry sitting atop a mountain of whipped cream. The girls pushed the glass forward and Pan accepted it with pride. Pan reached for the glass–

“Don’t stay here for too long.”

–and her startled gaze darted upward to find that her daughters were now fully grown. Jiyai reached across the kitchen island to take her mother’s hand, her red jasper bracelet clattering across the surface.

“The real us is out there,” she said,  “Waiting on you to be ready.”

Between a panicked blink, the kitchen, her daughters, everything vanished, leaving an empty lounge on a quiet plane. It all evaporated… everything except the milkshake.

And the bracelet around her wrist.

Pan sat alone with only her dreams to keep her company.

-

A yellow Pontiac Firebird roared away from the Pink Manor, down the winding drive and turning sharply off road. It churned plumes of dust under it’s wheels as the driver reluctantly acceded to be elsewhere. But she decided, quietly, not to go too far. Elle Driver idly considered driving back to were this whole story got it’s start; The Two Pines wedding chapel, it wasn't that far really, and certainly not at this speed. She didn't make her mind up yet, the one eyed assassin let the desert do her thinking for now.

Meanwhile a much more sedate looking blue truck pulled up on the front drive of the Pink Manor, and a man in his sixties stepped out. Some might have said he was handsome, weathered. Maybe once he had been. He wore a black suit with an amber bolo tie at the neck. There was a sheathed sword in his right hand, one of the best blades ever made by a sword smith. Bill walked into the Pink Manor, and waited.

-

O-ren waited fruitlessly for sleep. It didn't come. She pushed herself up off the plush mattress and plucked the sword from where it rested. More for comfort than anything else. A quick listen appeared to reveal that all was quiet outside her cabin. She slid the door open and paced out into the lounge.

Pan was there, alone. It made her hesitate a step, just for a second. The other woman seemed lost to some thought, it was like she was intruding.

O-ren sat down quietly not far off.

     “I take it you couldnt sleep either then?” She said conversationally, but the weariness showed in her voice. Her brow knitted together as she addressed Pan, she sat back on the sofa, letting her arms lay along the top of the seat, fingertips drumming gently.

     “Tell me if I’m wrong - I don't know you that well - but you don't seem altogether yourself?”

[oh-for-fic-sake]

Superman's Dishcloth

A small cute headcannon thats been sitting on my tablet?

Summary: some people use pick up lines to get a womans number, henry uses a crochet lesson.

Warnings: Fluff?

Your fingers twisted the yarn around the hook automatically looping and pulling untill you made another double crochet stitch that the pattern required.

To be honest you wasnt paying that much attention as you worked your project, which was stupid really because you were making a new pattern, a bobble popcorn style head band.

You couldnt concentrate for two reasons

One. You were on a goddamned plane soaring across the Atlantic ocean. And if things went tits up you cant swim.

And two? You were seated next to none oher then mr henry cavill himself.

Not that you made a thing about it or even dared to look at him.

He he was watching you, eyes frowning as your fingers twisted the yarn into an intricate looking yet fairly simple pattern.

Youhad to stifle a laugh as his fingers twitched tryig to follow the moves and figure out what you were doing.

You growled missing count again. One, two, three three, skip three. A crochet, half double crochet, two double crochet in one stitch then skip three stitches and repeat untill the end.

Normally youd have no problems but your audience was putting you off.

You dropped the project in your lap as you miscounted again and realised you had to undo the last twelve stitches otherwise you'd be a set out on the end.

You closed your eyes grunting before slipping the hook out and began to tug the working yarn slowly before pinching it and slipping the hook into the loop catching it before it all unraveled.

"Why'd you undo it?" You jumped a little as the huge man beside you spoke up after watching you quietly since take off.

"Huh?... oh i misscounted i skipped four instead of three so it'd be out of line on the end and curl round..."

"How'd you know?" He frowned now leaning over even more curious then before.

You chewed your lip trying not to freak out as he peered over your little project.

"Err well i just counted the stiches i had left on the row, see i was up to here and there was five left not six, so i pulled it taught to spot the odd one out" you explained pulling more yarn through so you could point out the stitches to him with the hook.

"It looks complicated, you twist it so many times?" He said as your fingers began moving once more creating the repetitive pattern.

"Yeah... its not too difficult, Im doing a few different stitches is all, once you know a single crochet stitch and a chain stitch your good to go" You muttered with a smile.

"I doubt its that simple" he replied trying to keep up with watching your fingers guiding the hook jthought the piece making the fabric grow.

"It really is, here you see the little v on top?" You said slowing deciding to show him just how simple it was.

"Yeah?" He hummed quietly watching keenly.

"Thats the row before, so you slip your hook under both strands like this and loop your yarn over then pull through under that v so you have one loop on your hook" you said moving slowly and loosened the stitch with a light wiggle so he could see properly.

"Then loop the yarn over again so you have two loops, and pull the second one through the first... and thats a single crochet stitch" You explained showing him slowly.

"So you make lots of tiny loops and pull them through one another and it some how becomes fabric?" He asked fascinated by it, watching as you began to work on the next stitch.

"Yeah pretty much"

"But that one you pulled the wool over before you did anything at all?" You paused impressed he had noticed the slight difference... he had been watchkn that closely?

"So that was a half double, when you do a half double or double you yarn over first, then you just keep yarning over and pulling through until your left with one loop on the hook" you tried explaining as simply as you could.

"... it still sounds hard" he uttered still focusing on your hands that had been creating stitches.

"Honestly its not, i taught myself in about an hour and a half? Here try it? I've got extra yarn in my carry on if you want to give it a go?" You offered and instantly flushed you did not just offer to teach superman how to crochet like a fucking granny!

Before you could take it back and apologise he beamed.

"Really? That would be fun, i've never tried anything like this before" he said eagerly.

"Err yeah sure lemme just get you started, i'll give you a 5 hook... here" you said surprized digging about pulling the small ergonomic crochet hook out and some mustard yellow yarn.

"So you start with a slipknot... and then a few chain stitches" you began guiding him through it slowly teaching him the steps.

"So do you always crochet on long flights?" He asked pokeing his tongue out as he tried concentrating on the stitches he was doing.

"Yeah, im not good with confined spaces... especially confide spaces that are a good few miles in the air over the open ocean" you chuckled nervously chaining a stitch then turning begining your next row.

"Honestly im not either, usually i have kal- my dog but... not this time... this is good though, its helping take my mind off it thank you" he said sincerly.

"Dont mention it"

"Oh... i think ive done it wrong?" He said andnheld it out to you, you prodded it and to be honest you were impressed, it was neat, not a dropped stitch in sight... just a few loose stitches here and there, but he was finding a good tension.

"No, thats not wrong... just your tension thats all it comes with practice" you said handing it back to him.

"Tension?" He said making you pause. Oh yeah, he wouldnt knpw what that is yet.

"Yeah, how tight you hold the yarn and hook determies how tight your stitches are... mines pretty bad, i have to always use a size bigger hook" you expalined simply

"Really?"

"Yep, i do it too tight- even snapped a metal hook in my hand before" you chuckled remebering the way the hook had just... snapped mid project.

"Wow that sounds painfull?" He huffed eeingnyour hand curiously as if expecting you to snap a hook then and there.

"Yeah, i will admit i was frustrated with the project so it probably didnt help" you chuckled sheepishly.

"Frustrated? Was it complicated like that one?" He asked nodding to your growing head band.

"No, i kept loosing count on a pattern of 78 stitches" you said trying to wave it off but in actual fact that project had been murder.

"So what are you making?" He finally asked eyeingnyour work that had grown wider.

"A little headband, and hopefully i will widen it at the ears to keep em warm" you giggled wrapping it around pinchingnthe ends together proudly presenting it to him.

He grinned and looked down at his little square fiddling with it.

"And im making a... mess?" He laughed holding up the uneven square cheeks tinted pink when you giggled again.

"... Dishcloth?" You offered prodding it gently.

"Perfect, im making a dishcloth!" He bellowed nodding proud of his new diy dish cloth.

"I'm henry by the way. But from the way you were shaking in your seat im guessing you knew?" He finally introduced himself holding out a hand.

You smiled shyly and took it shakingnhands trying not to fawn over how huge hot and soft the palm was.

"Yeah... sorry i was nervous and you probably dont want to be bugged. Im y/n" you tried explaining nervously but he chuckled.

"I wouldnt mind being bugged by such a cutie~" he uttered quietly smirking at you tipping his head down a little too make sure you heard him despite his voice being quiet.

"Oh stop it" you flushed quickly looking down at your headband noticing your stitches werent as even as they could have been, but it couldnt be helped you had handsome distraction.

A very distracting handsome distraction.

"Its true. Besides i think it was me bugging you... and i have managed to plunder through your wool" he grinned sheepishly holding up his little dishcloth.

"Its fine, it not expensive, this is left over yarn from other projects" you waved him off. It was true ou had lots of odd ends and half skeins of woll from other projects.

"Well still i appreciate it, i hate flying" he said sincerly.

"Well now you have something to practice. Youll leave the plane with a new skill to stick on your cv" you added with a grin nudging him playfully.

"Indeed... And perhaps i can leave the p,ane with err...maybe your number to? You know to replace the wool and erm swap err instructions?" He said nervously jumbling his words.

You paused and looked at him shocked blinking. Did he just?

You blinked again watching as his face grew red and he chuckled nerously plucking at the woll on his dishcloth.

"Well i suppose every student needs to be able to contact theor teacher~ and these instructions are called patterns" you smiled to him nodding slowly.

"Right right i knew that of course they're patterns" he chuckled grinning ear to ear relived you hadnt turned him down.

"Well we have a good few hours, perhaps a few more lessons for my little student?" You teased picking up the pattern to show him some of the abbreviations. Mostly to try and concentrate on somthing other then the fact superman had just asked for your number... and was taking crochet lessons.

"Of course" he said excited eyes glittering with glee whilst looking at the small page.

[reidsconverse]

bookstore • spencer reid

Spencer x Reader

Warnings: None

Based off of this request: reid,, falling in love w the reader bcos he sees them constantly in a bookstore reading his favourite fiction author (perhaps,,, stephen king,,,?) but he’s too shy to talk to them

It all started when his usual used bookstore closed for renovations, which was slightly more than an inconvenience seeing as the second closest used book store was a 30 minute drive away. He’d finished work early one day and decided it was time to stock up on some books to last him a week.

He got to the store about an hour before closing, just enough time to browse the shelves and see what this place had to offer, on the outside it looked bigger than his usual store which he thought could be a good thing considering his ability to fly through books at such a fast pace.

A small bell rang as he entered the store, the door that was slightly stiff with age closing behind him, there was one person at the desk who he assumed was the owner, they shared a quick smile as an acknowledgment of the presence of each other before returning back their original tasks. Spencer set out to find a copy of IT by Stephen King, Garcia had made them watch the movie at their last BAU movie night and it had sparked his intrigue to reread the novel.

The store wasn’t difficult to navigate and he easily found his way to where the book should have been, except it wasn’t there. He had called ahead earlier to confirm they had it to avoid a wasted trip. He quickly turned the corner to go and ask the person at the desk what had happened to the copy when he saw her.

Now truthfully, Spencer didn’t think he believed in love at first sight... until he saw her. Tucked away in the corner, wearing a beautiful yellow dress paired with a pair of yellow converse, she looked ethereal and Spencer almost forgot where he was and what he was doing. But then he saw it, no literally IT...the book he needed sitting in her lap and currently the owner of her attention.

Just as he was about to approach her to question her about the book, he saw her check her phone and sigh before getting up to put the book away. Spencer couldn’t help but watch her as she collected her things and prepared to leave, he wanted so desperately to stop her, ask her her name or even about the book. He just stood there frozen, pretending to look at the shelf of books.

“Are you lost?” He heard a small voice pipe up shaking him out of his trance, quickly turning around to see you looking up at him with wide eyes. “I know this store pretty well, I could help you find what you’re looking for.”

He stared at you for a few seconds before clearing his throat, “Uh no I’m ok thank you.” He regretted it the minute he said it, here you were offering to help him, to spend time with him and he had said no.

“Oh, ok, I hope you find what you’re looking for then!” The girl said, giving Spencer a wide grin. “This store has an amazing collection of works, I’ve been coming here for years although I never buy anything, I prefer to sit here and…,” She paused when she saw Spencer staring at her, she grinned sheepishly and pushed a strand of hair out of her face, "and I’m rambling I’m so sorry.”

“I-its fine, it's nice to see I’m not the only one who appreciates the vibe of bookstores, and I’m the worst when it comes to rambling I could talk for hours, my friends hate it when I start to go off on a tangent…” Now it was his turn to grin sheepishly, “as I’m doing right now.” He finished.

The girl giggled and looked up at him before saying, “You’re cute,” Her face quickly matching his in flushing red when she realised what she had said, “oh my god I’m so sorry I didn't mean to say that out loud.”

Spencer thought he’d died and gone to heaven. "No it's fine, thank you." He hated how awkward he was, why couldn't he be more like Derek with his smooth pick up lines and charms, maybe if he was less him he might've had the courage to continue the conversation and get her number, but no all he did was smile at her .

"I'm Y/N." She said, holding her hand out for him to shake.

He quickly looked down at her hand and before he could stop himself he blurted out, "The number of pathogens passed during a handshake is staggering. It's actually safer to kiss." He saw her purse her lips in confusion before retracting her hand and he immediately felt awful, "I'm sorry I don't know why I said that, I'm Spencer."

She smiled at him gently and nodded, "It's ok...It was nice to meet you, Spencer... I uh, I have to go but I hope I see you around here again." She gave him a quick wave before walking over to the front desk, smiling brightly.

“I’m almost done with the book Laurel, it's incredible. Stephen King is so talented.” He heard her say.

“Oh y/n, I didn’t tell you, someone called ahead and placed a hold on the book.” Laurel, who Spencer presumed was the guy at the desk, told the girl with a sad smile.

Spencer felt his heart physically hurt at the smile dropping from the girl's face, a small adorable pout forming on her face and she let out a small, “Oh…that's a shame, hopefully, you get another copy soon. I'll see you next week!”

He heard her bid goodbye to Laurel followed by the bell ringing out through the store, indicating she had left. He quickly walked over to pick out the book he had come for, however, his intentions had changed in the short period of time he'd been in the store. He took out his pen and began to write on the title page, something he would never normally do but he had to see her again and this seemed to be the only way.

He took the book to the front desk informing Laurel he had been the one to call ahead and put it on hold, before paying for it. He looked up at Laurel and said "Actually, could you keep that safe and give it to the girl that was in here before...her name was Y/N. I overheard her saying that she was almost done and I've read it more than enough times."

Laurel smiled at the awkward man standing in front of him and nodded, "Of course, she'll be so pleased, she's been coming in once a week to read it and it would've been such a shame if she couldn't finish. You're so kind for doing this, I know she'll appreciate it."

Spencer smiled before glancing down at his watch, taking in the time and knowing he had to leave now in order to avoid the traffic back, he quickly bid farewell to Laurel and made his way back to his car before beginning his journey back.

- one week later -

Y/N made her way back to the bookstore a small spring in her step despite her disappoitment that she was to be unable to finish the book she had been reading for the past few weeks, she was excited to select a new book.

The bell rang as she walked into the store and she smiled brightly when she saw Laurel at the desk, "Hey L, how are you?" She said, walking over to him.

"Hey sweetheart, I'm great and I have a gift for you." He said grinning at the young girl.  

Her ears perked up at the mention of a gift. "A gift? Laurel you shouldnt have."

He chuckled before handing her a copy of the book she had been intently reading for the past few weeks, "Oh honey, this was nothing to with me... I think you should take a look inside." He said with a small smirk before going to the backroom to do whatever it was he needed to do.

She slowly walked over to her usual seat in the store and sat down before opening up the book,  she let out a small gasp as she saw the note Spencer had written the week before.

Dear Y/N,

I hope you don't find this strange or too forthcoming but after our brief meeting last week I knew that couldnt be the last time I spoke to you. I overheard you (I promise I wasn't purposely eavesdropping, its just a small store) mention how you love this book and how you hadn't yet finished it, I also heard how disappointed you were when Laurel told you someone had reserved it. That person was me but I realised that I'd much rather allow you to finish the incredible book than reread it for the 5th time. I hope you enjoy the ending of this book, if you would like to discuss it with me and share other book recommendations please feel free to text me. I'm not the best at technology but I am good at talking about books.

Here's my number: xxx-xxx-xxx

Kind Regards,

Spencer

She closed the book quickly, pulling out her phone and typing in the number.

Y/N: Hey Spencer, this is Y/N from the bookstore, I got your note. Would you like to meet up for coffee soon and we could discuss the book?

He replied back almost instantaneously which took Y/N by surprise.

Spencer: Hello, I'm so glad you weren't weirded out by the note I left, my friend told me it was a little creepy and I was worried. Coffee sounds great, shall we meet at the coffee shop opposite the book store tomorrow at 5?

Y/N: Sounds great! Its a date! :)

[voidcat]

– a case of bad luck

7. moon upon a stick

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warning same as last chapter, desensitizing and losing a touch from reality one by one (both of which i'm trying to write a little open but also vaguely/slowly so the feeling can sink in better as if you are the one experiencing it, but not fully)

a/n: i have to go several months before updating huh,,, last chapter i said we weregetting to the good parts (that i wanted to write bc a scene is what started this whole fic for me) then i jsut... ended this chapter like this...... anyways red knew and still couldnt remember, lets see/hope some of u guess what i meant/hinted at in that small detail by the end<3

Time passes and sleep only becomes a little fruit fly in your eyes. Better to ignore than to try and swat it away, is it worth the effort spent when the inconvenience it presents doesn’t affect the whole of what is happening that greatly?

Maybe you are just a fool for dismissing the importance of sleep.

Well, too late to be worrying about it, or all the other things that you stuck away in the back of the cabinet, shut it to never open again.

Plus, oddly enough, the lack of sleep hasn’t been as much a problem since the incident from few nights ago. One thing to thank the bastard for perhaps, but no, not really, since the problem wouldn’t be present in the first place if he had never dragged you into all of this-

Stopping in your tracks, you take in a breath, then let it out. Breathe in, make sure the belly pokes out and as much oxygen can get in, then push it all out again, make use of the diaphragm, focus on that, and only that, and the taste of the air coursing through your lungs, nothing else but this moment of calm matters now.

Until the horn of a car stabs into the air, and the secure bubble you had around yourself, and drags you back to reality once again. At least being out means sleep, inbetween classes, or ones you deem unnecessary- better if the teacher doesn’t seem to care for anyone attending.

Step after step, your feet carry you to the destination –the route taken beyond familiar, one you can take with eyes closed, senses blocked, even without a conscious present.

Waiting in the same spot, one foot crossing the yellow line, the train passes swiftly, making the other standbys go back a step. Sitting down next to the door and head finally rested against the window, you let out a breath and close your eyes.

The train roars back into life and you can feel each and every trembling of the rails. One earbud in, you press play, the loud music filling your ear soon enough and lulling you to sleep as you watch the world blur from the window across you.

You don’t wake up until the train reaches the last station and startles you.

For all its mess and haste, public transportation has a calming air to it.

A familiarity that grows over within time, never forced down on either sides.

Anyone you meet or come across is like a one time thing. One use only friends, one use only seat mates, one use only air deodorants when it’s actually someone’s overly sprayed perfume for the day.

It feels like a fresh breath of air. It is an escape.

Nothing that happens on here is real. The world passing by from the window isn’t real. It’s but a mere drawn scenery, pastel work, if you were to guess it.

The rumbling of the engine feels like a cheap massage as the sun sets down.

The person next to you that can’t stop shuffling as you stare ahead at the rising sun feels worlds and worlds away.

A pocket dimension of safety, of gathering yourself, to allow yourself to dissipate in safety, to get a little bit of much needed sleep.

Crossing the little space ahead, you wait for the train to take you to the opposite side of the line.

The dark wine in the sky is all you need to know it’s more or less around time to make way back to the house -hopefully in time for dinner, you hope there will be minimal small talk and fake chitchat.

Finding a seat to your liking by the door, you recall how a little ago you’d revise some of your notebooks, just for a little longer. Were it few months ago, you’d probably be stuck in a classroom, studying now.

Maybe it’s to your advantage that, as nosy as they are, your friends don’t seem to care enough to ask about your whereabouts.

A little ‘I’m back.’ And a ‘how were classes today?’ and the clanking of cutlery later, you’re free- as much as you can be.

As the footsteps signal them going to bed, you roam back inside the kitchen, grabbling for the biggest and sharpest knife.

One side of your face meets the cool of the bed, the upwards arm pulls the covers, the one underneath you makes way under the pillow, its grip on the knife ever as tight.

Your new nightly routine.

The nosy footsteps do not come knocking for the night, but this does nothing to ease your nerves.

By the time the new days rises, and your knuckles are turned white from never wavering their hold.

“Let’s try something new for the evening.” Dazai’s voice echoes.

‘Something new’ cannot mean anything good for anyone but him.

Something new means more screams, more wailing, pleas, more weight for the following days.

And you cannot help but think, what an amazing tool human brain is.

How it can adjust to certain situations, adopt to environmental changes, be exposed to something for long enough and it will become the new normal, the default.

Be exposed to violence, or displays of it, even just on screen more and more, there will be not much left to surprise you, the emotions will dull, and in time you will numb.

And yet, the guilt still eats away at you –no, not guilt, but what your logic tries to force on you as it. It is normal to grow used to these more and more, but isn’t this just an excuse you go hide behind after all? No matter how familiar you become with certain things after a chain of events that do not seem too many when you look at it from a certain angle.

No matter how numb, these should be haunting you, screams and cracking of the bones fill your head, your senses, what is left of you.

But the real culprit remains; to be haunted in your dreams, first you need to sleep.

One sheep, two sheep, three sheep and counting…

Four and five and six –they’re all looking.

The sound of the rail tracks rise again, the sheep sit right across again, all in human bodies, all waiting, counting, are they counting me?

“Hey!”

The bubble bursts, the sleepy, snoring ‘baa’s evaporate. Eyes on you, Dazai waits for a response.

“If this-“ you twirl your hand in a shaky motion “is to continue onwards until god knows when, then I want a guarantee to hide my identity.”

The face he makes at the mention of god is one you expected. Yet besides that he looks… indifferent, unaffected, bored out of his mind, like this is some kind of party or an event he was dragged by someone else and the air doesn’t match his vibe.

A series of seconds passing with each blink and staring later, he speaks: “I was hoping you’d have something more interesting to say.” And with it, his left hand moves from where it was hidden under that coat a while ago, turning his back he walks away.

Something interesting, huh? What kind of intriguing behavior he expects that won’t end up with your head bidding farewell to your neck?

That is, if you are to be taken out in a way like that. They always said the mafia had their own style to kill, didn’t they?

The black object clutched in your hand, you don’t spare it a glance, instead shove it down your bag.

For later.

To reminisce about all that will happen in few minutes here, and for all that has happened since you’ve had the unfortunate to survive and meet him.

The night is cold under the pale light of the moon. Not gentle like the sun, it doesn’t burn, it doesn’t cool you down– all it does is to bring out everything right shut behind locked doors and tightly secured jars.

The once a saving grace clouds move away, as if they cannot stay any longer in this wretched city either, and the moon light enters again.

To bring out the worst, the avoided, all that is unnecessary, just to push you down from the shoulders and bury you deep under the cold stale ground.

And for all those feelings that do not exist? The void only becomes more evident.

As if right socks worn for days until your legs take the shape of them, veins reshaped because of them, less and lesser blood being circulated each passing moment–

As if your hands keep going and going but there is no sync, no harmony, you can feel one but can only control the other; until it gets stuck, it hits a rock bottom, until you can no longer feel the keys under your finger tips, arm locked up, unable to breathe–

You are unable to breathe.

Unable to have your heart pump enough blood for every part of you.

Gotta make a sacrifice, you’ve got to compromise, gotta give up a piece, here and there, what will it be?

Doesn’t have to be physical, doesn’t have to be the somatic nervous system, you can always sacrifice something you never had any control over.

There isn’t enough blood traveling to bring every cell oxygen, and there isn’t even enough oxygen– or so it seems, so it feels.

How does it even feel?

Feels hollow, it feels empty, it feels like nothing, like there is a lack of everything in the middle somewhere. It’s the void, it’s a black hole embedded inside your chest, feeding, waiting, watching.

It’s not the only one waiting.

Your cat, once peacefully sleeping besides your arm, gets up in a sudden and jumps off the bad, scratching the door open and leaving.

Her tiny footsteps do n or make enough sound to cover up his.

All those nights have become fruitful then.

But what was it that you were planning any way? Was there even a point to all this?

Just like the previous time, Dazai begins walking around. Picks up something rather light, the sound of the papers flipped sound familiar.

There is no such thing psychoanalysis through unsolved sudoku, right?

He keeps moving, inside the room, inside your head. The room is more of a mess than last time he was there.

Note to self: let out a sigh of relief that he didn’t ‘tsk’ for when he leaves.

Even the very idea of this is funny. You could bet his room conditions are worse then yours, no matter how often you call it a battlefield during the day.

Steps once muffled by the carpet come rising again, he must be by the window, or near the chair now.

Can he see the piece of fabric discarded on the back of it? Stuck somewhere between putting it into a shape or leave it as it is, you chose to ignore what he gave you for the evening.

Would he even laugh if you were to customize it in some way, would he not even bother to roll his eyes – for it was so predictable from the beginning? Will it indicate some sort of acceptance? A sign of accepting this newly found routine, of the role you’re forced upon?

It doesn’t matter what he thinks or what face he will make; the thoughts, he never reveals, the faces, he wears as a mask.

A car passes by the road and lights up the room for a second.

The both of you wait still in your positions.

Maybe he has met Jeff just now.

Jeff by the window, in a pot.

Maybe you shouldn’t be complaining about your conditions when Jeff has lived through the gate that separates life and death– at your hands no less.

Jeff the small cactus by the window, by your desk, by your books, at whichever location you pick for him each day.

Jeff who has died and stayed that way for five years no less and returned just by a slim chance, a trick of fate.

Jeff the twin, the lover, the father- wasn’t that a poem? Or the subjects of a poem, though you cannot recall from where.

Time doesn’t pass, not a noise is heard, not a single breath taken, unsure, uncertain, clueless about what is happening, tired of anything you’re not understanding– is he living, is he moving? What is he looking at? What is he thinking? What is the purpose of all this? Why am I not as worried as I should be?

The hole in your chest deepens, that hallow feeling of emptiness evolves into something worse, something deeper, darker, far more emptier, without a single thing inside– numb wouldn’t even begin to explain it. A black holewould make it sound something bigger than it is, make it seem extravagant.

‘There is a little space inside my heart, where the weeds take root…’

When will it be your turn to be set free?

(When will that hole cease to exist, or be filled, when will it all end and something anew begin?)

The grip loosens on the handle, eyes begin to fall. With a half awake mind, you can make out of a thump crashing onto the bed.

Your mind drifts off before you can react to it in any way. As the vertical route it takes begins, you can feel yourself taking a horizontal route, what little stream of conscious you’ve had already departing away.

songs mentioned/quoted in order: I'm So Tired (Fugazi) & Lotus Flower (Radiohead)

the poem mentioned is 'You Are Jeff' by Richard Siken, from thebook 'Crush'