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Heya! I'm a big fan of how you draw your characters! Do you have tips for drawing people and finding your style? I suck at it
Hi! Hmmm...trying to think of advice to give is difficult because for me, it kind of just developed over time and I never did anything specific to find my style, necessarily. I know that like, everyone says this when giving art advice, but I think this is genuinely one of those times when giving it a lot of time and practice is the best thing you can do. It's really cool to see your style develop into something more recognizable over time, because at this point it kind of just comes naturally to me? I don't know if it happens like that for everyone but it makes sense that the more you get a feel for drawing, the more you get comfortable drawing a certain way, I guess.
So I mean, another thing you could do is try drawing in a lot of different ways! That may seem counter-intuitive, but if you do that, you get better at noticing all the different factors that makes an art style distinctive, and you can figure out what you like drawing the most because you're trying a bunch of different things. Sometimes I like trying to imitate other people's art styles in my sketchbook. You could try taking parts of other people's styles that you like and incorporating it into your own art. Like, say, you like the way someone draws eyes or hands or something. You could try focusing on getting really good at that specifically. Just, of course, don't trace other people's art and post it or anything, ha ha.
In terms of drawing people and characters in general, though, using references and practicing anatomy helps a lot. I don't do it a lot honestly because I get bored of it really quickly lol, but usually I grab some photos of complex poses and sketch them in my sketchbook to get a feel for how the poses work. If you're struggling with anatomy, it might also help to trace over the image and break it down to simple shapes beforehand (I do that sometimes, too).
But that's about all the advice I have. Practice, try using anatomy references, and take inspiration from the art you like.
#anyway! thank you! :)#okay here's a secret cheat code to drawing characters actually. I'm a master at it:#find a character to fixate on for years because then you'll get really really good at drawing them because you draw them all the time#akdfjhdk I'm joking but that's what I did ✌️ you should see my old Chara art it's really really Bad#sorry for typing a lot. i tend to do that#ask#firstfallenflower
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we are one
Characters: Trey, Ruggie, Rook, Sebek
Synopsis: You shared a night of passion with your lover before you left for the other side of the mirror, but fate's cruel hands strike once again as you realise you have to raise his child alone in your original world. Thankfully, your child is incredibly drawn to magic, and they opened a portal...?
Tags: slight angst, fluffy end because im a sap, fem reader, reader gives birth to a child, reunions
Word count: 4.5k+
Notes: im sorry this took so long lol, but part 4 is finally here!!
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A few months passed as you settled back into your routine at home. Eventually, with the noticeable changes in your body, it dawned on you that you were with child—his child, your lover from the other side of the mirror whom you could no longer reach.
Days turned into weeks, and weeks turn into months. You had adapted to the trials and tribulations of parenthood. Juggling the responsibilities of work, childcare, and household chores was no easy feat, but you found solace in the small moments of your child's growth and development.
Your child was a true joy to behold, a mirror image of their father in many ways, and you often see the ghost of your past lover in them. Having inherited his magic, your child experimented with their powers, leaving you to support them with what limited knowledge of magic that remained from your NRC days.
On one such experiment, your environment started to shift as a wave of magical energy engulfed you. When you opened your eyes again, he was there, right in front of you—
Shizuka (靜菓) with 静 meaning "quiet, still, calm" and 菓 meaning "confectionery, sweets, pastry"
your daughter had silky green hair the colour of fresh matcha and golden yellow eyes that were reminiscent of fresh honey
you named your daughter after her father's dislike of noise and his culinary abilities that never failed to amaze the whole of Heartslabyul
she's rather a quiet child, not very loud but too quiet either
she gets along with other kids perfectly fine, and she doesn't mind sharing or taking a step back at all, always choosing to go with the flow and not get worked up over small things
honestly she's really a mature kid
also just really good at being a peacekeeper and stopping other kids from getting into big fights
buut she does have a mischievous side and may tease her friends when she's in the mood to
at home, she's pretty obedient and will listen to you, but there are moments when she sneaks around
loves helping you with cooking, and her eyes sparkle when she's baking with you
she loves sweets and desserts, but thanks to your warnings about her dental health, she does stop herself from eating too much sugar
is slightly freaked out about cavities so don't you worry, she'll never need any reminding about brushing her teeth or late night snacks
when it comes to school, she doesn't put in too much effort, but you can tell she'd be excellent if she cared more about her grades
which is clearly shown when fixates on learning magic, always so focused that you'll have to call her twice before she snaps out of her trance
you can't blame her for giving it her all though, after all, you've never seen her more excited than when you told her how amazing a person her father is, calm and soothing like a gentle summer rain
once she puts her heart to it, there's really no stopping her
so on another normal evening, as you were cooking dinner while she was studying on the kitchen counter, you found yourself enveloped by a soft light
when you open your eyes, you find yourself standing outside a charming bakery, the fragrance of roses engulfing your senses
and peering through the bakery windows, was the man you had yearned for all these years
It was just a normal day of running the bakery for Trey. With the sun on the verge of setting, he began preparations for closing, when the soft chime of the bell announced a new customer's arrival. He turned around, catching sight of you. His eyes widened in surprise, mirroring the disbelief in your own.
Before words could be exchanged, Trey rushed past the counter. The warmth of his embrace enveloped you as he pulled you close. The years melted away, and the two of you were transported back to a time when you always had each other.
"Is this real?" he wondered aloud, your hearts pounding in sync.
You nodded into his shoulder, tears flowing freely down your cheeks. He pulled back slightly, brushing away your tears as his gaze softened, a warm smile gracing his lips.
"It's been a long time," he whispered. "I missed you so much."
he's just holding you tight, crying as he thanks the heavens for being so lucky to have you in his life again
trey returned to his hometown after graduation, helping out and eventually inheriting the family bakery
he loved incorporating your favourite foods into the store's selection, adding some new desserts from your world that you taught him, and always reminiscing on those tender moments when it was just the two of you in the kitchen
he always knew you had to go home eventually, but that didn't stop him from wishing you could be his life-long partner, supporting each other through thick and thin
so he's beyond grateful and excited to know you and his daughter(?!) shared the feelings even though you were apart
he's rather surprised about said daughter, but there would be no denying how similar they looked
shizuka is a bit nervous, tugging your skirt as she stares curiously at her supposed father
but Trey very quickly makes her feel at home, his warm smiles and even warmer hugs melting away all her nervousness!
he closes the bakery for a few days to help the two of you settle down a bit
this involves reunions with friends and of course, the clover family, who welcome you and their granddaughter with open arms
the clovers are just really really glad their son finally has someone in his life and that he seems a lot more energised now
Shizuka is very quickly introduced to uncle riddle!! who is very surprised but delighted by the behaving little girl who seems to stick to him a lot
uncle deuce and ace also get along with her wonderfully!! especially when Shizuka wants to play around with riddle for a bit hahaha
don't forget uncle cater who flies instantly to meet his new adorable niece and show her off on magicam!!
the three of you settle into a nice rhythm and you help out trey at the bakery now
Trey is very very affectionate with you always, pecking you on the cheek or nuzzling into your neck any chance he can get
Shizuka loves helping out whenever she can too!! she loves learning from her papa and sometimes will just spend hours watching him work
all in all, a blissful, simple family that Trey had always dreamed of, but never would he have believed he was so blessed to have the two of you come back to him
Trey gazed at the young girl, her silky green hair catching the light in a way that seemed surreal. With a heart full of emotions, he approached her hesitantly, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears.
"Shizuka, was it?" he spoke softly, the name lingering on his lips like a prayer. "It's so nice to meet you."
Shizuka's gaze flickered from Trey to you, seeking reassurance. With a gentle nod from you, she turned her attention back to him, her eyes studying him intently.
Trey knelt to her level, his heart racing. "I know this might be a lot to take in, but I'm your father."
She took a small step forward, cautious but curious. Trey extended his hand tentatively, offering a warm smile. Without a word, Shizuka reached out, placing her small hand in his.
A soft smile graced her lips, mirroring the warmth reflected in Trey's eyes. With a tentative but genuine embrace, Trey enveloped his daughter in his arms, tears cascading down his cheeks. Shizuka, feeling the sincerity in his embrace, wrapped her arms around him as well, a sense of belonging beginning to bloom within her.
Kenji (賢至) with 賢 meaning "intelligence, wisdom, cleverness" and 至 meaning "to arrive at, to reach, to come to"
Kenji (賢至) with 賢 meaning "intelligence, wisdom, cleverness" and 至 meaning "to arrive at, to reach, to come to"
your son had the softest hair the colour of wheat, and blue eyes that reminded you of cloudy skies
you named your son after how clever his father was, and his endless determination to reach his goals
he's a really sweet kid, always eager to help around and even others when he notices they're in need
you've heard about the many experiences his father had when he grew up, so you've tried your hardest to make sure Kenji wouldn't have to go through them, knowing it's what your hyena would've wanted
but even then, he's never complained about not having enough, there's a subtle wisdom to him that really mirrors his father
though he differs from him in that he's always willing to share, because he knows not everyone can be so lucky
he may not be too good at haggling prices, but his puppy dog eyes work just as well!
he loves doing chores with you, always smiling and laughing that familiar laugh as he helps you sweep the floor while he tells you about his day
he loves cuddles and kisses!!! his favourite part of the day is climbing into your warm bed to wrap his arms around you, asking you for a goodnight kiss and sometimes even bedtime stories
his ears and tails are a bit of a problem, so you keep his hair a bit long to hide the ears, or just say they're fun accessories
you've told him how his father's determination to support his family and community shined through even in unfortunate circumstances, the resourceful and intelligent man he became and you fell in love with
his blue-grey eyes almost resembled a clear sky when he listened to you, asking you more and more questions about this amazing person
he'll try learning more to be like him, but his kind nature stops him from being too schemey
he's not exactly academic weapon material, but he's pretty quick at absorbing information and putting it into practice
and with lots of determination and practice, he somehow manages to manifest the very thing the two of you wanted, and before your eyes was the man who never failed to make you laugh with him
As Ruggie's eyes adjusted, your figure slowly came into focus, revealing the very person who took his heart with them. "Prefect...?" He whispered, his voice a mix of disbelief and overwhelming joy.
His usually carefree expression shifted to one of disbelief, and then a bittersweet smile spread across his face as the tears welled up in his eyes. Without a second thought, he rushed towards you, sweeping you into a tight embrace.
"You're here... You're really here, right?" Ruggie mumbled, his voice choked with emotion.
You nodded furiously, comfort washing over you at his touch. "Yes, Ruggie, it's real. I'm really here."
His hand reached up to thread his fingers through your hair, cupping the back of your head. "I'm so glad... So, so glad..."
he's holding onto you as tightly as he can, so afraid that you'd disappear into the light if he let you loose for even a bit
after graduation, Ruggie followed leona to become his official attendant, what with him knowing how leona likes to get things done, and his ability to pick up etiquette cues
he's also a great information gatherer, so he's perfectly able to assist leona with his foreign affairs
it's leona's voice that finally breaks the two of you out of your trance, him rushing over to investigate that weird light
the two of you pull back and you almost wouldn't notice it, but leona's smile has softened a bit from the image you had in your memory
Ruggie never expected himself to be a father, and things are going a bit faster than he'd like, but there's no denying he's absolutely grateful to have you and your kid at his side
almost immediately the next day, he takes you back to his hometown so you and Kenji can meet grandma and the neighbourhood
grandma bucchi welcomes the two of you so warmly, she even gets a little teary eyed when she sees Kenji, with him looking so similar to the very hyena she raised
leona and Ruggie delegate a room for you in the side palace, where they also live, so you'll be able to see familiar faces often
Kenji loves following his father around, picking up his mannerisms and wanting to learn more about being more schemey
Ruggie's a bit conflicted his angel of a son wants to learn his ways but even he can't deny those puppy dog eyes
uncle leona and guard jack also love spending time with him! though one of them pretends it's annoying
leona shows him magic tricks and jack will teach him how to fight! he'll be getting great lessons all around
Kenji is very eager to learn more and explore this world, so sometimes you'll have to hold him back a bit just in case he gets hurt
but you suppose with the splendid man his father is, you don't have to worry too much
Ruggie's schedule can be a bit hectic and he pulls a lot of late nights, but he always tries to make time for his family
they're the most precious thing to him in the entire world, did you think he'd let them go that easily?
"Dad!" Kenji exclaimed, darting over to grasp at the fabric of Ruggie's pants. "You're my dad, right?"
Ruggie blinked in disbelief, shifting his gaze towards you. "Is... Is he?" he asked, hope saturating his voice.
You affirmed with a nod, and Ruggie redirected his attention to Kenji. "Yeah... I'm your dad..."
Instantly, Kenji wrapped his arms around Ruggie's legs. "Yay! I've always wanted to meet you, Dad!"
Ruggie couldn't help but marvel in awe at the bundle of joy now clinging to his legs, realizing that this spirited kid was the product of your love.
Ayaka (斐佳) with 斐 meaning "elegance, beauty, grace" and 華 meaning "flower, splendour, brilliance"
Ayato (斐斗) with 斐 meaning "elegance, beauty, grace" and 杜 meaning "forest, grove, woods"
maybe a part of you should have expected it, with how unpredictable your beloved hunter always has been, but you ended up having to raise twins
the two had luscious golden locks that rivalled sunlight and sharp green eyes akin to the forests in the summer
you named the two of them after their father's love for all things beauty and his love for forests and nature
the two are well-behaved children, though they can be surprisingly sneaky and mischievous
Ayaka is more outgoing and is always fascinated by the pretty things in her vicinity
while Ayato is more introverted and quiet, often silently following his younger sister and nodding along to her ramblings
he definitely appreciates beauty, but he's less vocal about it
and whereas Ayaka is more fascinated by gems and cute plushies, Ayato is more interested in nature, finding beauty in the moss, the trees and the insects
the siblings are just really really curious about the world and they love observing the little details, from catching beetles to keep as pets, to planting flowers they found on a hike
they really do reflect your hunter's wide range of appreciation
the twins love sticking to each other and they're rarely arguing
though they do fight a bit over who helped you more with chores or who you love more
they're very helpful and efficient, and though they may complain about not wanting to work because the other twin is lazing, they'll still get the job done
they love watching tv shows and dramas, often acting out scenes in the shows or in fairytales
and oh the way their eyes sparkled when you told the fascinating man their father was, a man who could control his own heartbeat, keep track of time so accurately, and with such incredible eyesight, who devoted himself to spreading joy and beauty
almost immediately they doubled their efforts in studying, wanting desperately to meet the man to learn his ways and see for themselves just how interesting he is
and just like that, the dazzling light gradually subsided, unveiling a world that you thought only existed in your dreams
you remember the villa, it's where he took you on vacation for the first, and supposedly last time
You hesitantly knocked on the weathered wooden door of the villa, the echoes of your anticipation mingling with the rustle of leaves in the gentle breeze. As the door creaked open, memories flooded back to the first time you entered this place with the man who had captured your heart.
Rook's usual stoic expression shifted, replaced by a mix of surprise and unspoken emotions. "Mon amour... You're really here," he murmured, his voice a tender whisper that hung in the air. Without uttering a single word, he enfolded you in an embrace, as though afraid you might slip away like a fleeting dream.
"I missed you so much," you whispered back the tears flowing freely now that you've felt as you savour the warmth of his touch and the comforting scent of his cologne.
He pulled back, soft brushes of his fingers wiping your tears, his eyes lingering on your face as if trying to capture the essence of the time that had passed. "I missed you too, so dearly..." he admitted as tears threatened to spill from his eyes, a rare vulnerability in his gaze.
this was the most emotion you'd seen from him, even when you said goodbye he kept a smile on his face
he's holding you so delicately, as if you were going to fade away if he applied just a bit more pressure
he's surprised by the children, but he instantly warms up to the idea!
he's remained a pursuer of beauty even after graduation, sponsoring artists while he makes a living through hunting and his film critique
he was taking a break in the family villa for old times sake, but it's almost as if the universe planned it all along
he's very affectionate with you, even more so than before, which you didn't even know was possible
always a warm hand on your waist, an occasional peck on your cheek, and every once in a while he'll feel the urge to pull you in for a hug
he tries to do everything for you so you don't even have to lift a finger, breakfast in bed, waking the children, even cooking and cleaning
he loves spending time with the twins!! teaching the two of them how to hunt and explore the forest safely
he'll show them pretty plants, and interesting fungi, all while explaining what properties they might have and whether or not they're poisonous
the twins are so fascinated by everything, their excitement and energy are seemingly endless
and who's a father to deny his children? he spoils them rotten
he also loves showing the kids a certain idol he's supported...
as well as films of vil!! occasionally talking over the movie to express how perfect a scene is or how flawless his acting is
and when the twins get to meet the vil schoenheit, they're beyond thrilled
asking questions, throwing compliments, all directed towards vil, but they're quiet the moment he tells them to shush
uncle vil loves talking to his niece and nephew, but only when they're... calm
uncle epel also loves popping by and giving the twins some apples so they'll get proper nutrition!
really, you'll have to step in to prevent your kids from being spoiled rotten
but you'll indulge Rook for a while, he's just blissfully happy with his family after all
"Are these...?" he began, his voice trailing off as he looked at the children with a mix of awe and wonder.
"Ours," you answered, a gentle smile gracing your lips as you delicately wiped away the tears that had welled up in your eyes. "Meet Ayato and Ayaka."
The hunter knelt down to their eye level, his usual face softening into a loving. "Ayato, Ayaka," he said, his voice gentle, "It's so nice to meet you. I'm your father."
The children exchanged glances before Ayaka stepped forward. "Hello father!" she exclaimed, throwing her tiny arms around him.
Ayato, the quieter one, followed suit with a nod, a shy smile on his face.
The hunter embraced them both, a warmth in his eyes that spoke volumes. "Such angels... Mon amour what a blessing you've granted me...," he sighed as he held them close.
Atsuki (惇貴) with 惇 meaning "sincerity, loyalty" and 貴 meaning "precious, valuable, honourable"
your son had curly hair with the softest shade of light green, and piercing golden eyes with slits that reminded you of reptiles
you named your son after the chivalrous values his father had devoted his life to
he's a rather loud and excitable child, always forgetting to control his volume when he gets too emotional
doesn't really get along with other kids, but it doesn't affect him much, he's just happy to have his mama with him
if he's done something wrong, you don't even need to yell at him really, most of the time he's already holding back tears at the thought of disappointing you
very into sports and is also really good at several sports, he's earned a couple of medals and trophies already
he's not the best at magic, and you're also not too sure how his dark fae blood affects that, but he's still pretty good at making progress
he really is just a good kid who tries hard at everything and tries to make the right decisions, but he's quick to get disappointed when things don't go his way, and suddenly you're faced with a very familiar and endearing puppy dog face
so a lot of times, you'll just have to pull him in a hug, and remind him things almost never go the way we plan, and it's okay to accept defeat and learn from it
but there's nothing he's more motivated about than learning more about his dad, who in his mind, is an honourable, talented knight straight from the fairytales who devotes his life to protecting the people important to him
so much so, that you'll find him swinging around the toy sword you got him for training
he'll also start putting even more effort into learning magic, wanting to connect to his amazing papa in a way
and then on one night, you're not sure what triggered it, but he's incredibly emotional and crying about how he can't help you and you're always taking care of him and he just wants to have his dad in his life and it's all so unfair why his mama is alone and-
he starts emitting bright light, so bright you can't keep your eyes open, but you reach to hold him in your arms
when you no longer feel the bright light, you tentatively open your eyes, only to find yourself standing in the dark, spacious throne room of Briar Valley
and standing there, right next to the throne, was your knight in shining armour
Standing next to the grand throne, was your knight in shining armour, Sebek. He, along with Silver, stood in positions of defence, but the moment his eyes met yours, the mask of composure crumbled, and he rushed toward you with an urgency that mirrored the longing that had lingered in his heart during your separation.
He enveloped you in a fierce embrace, his arms securing you but also gentle to not hurt you with his armour.
"I thought... I thought I lost you," Sebek's voice was a shaky whisper against your ear, his grip on you tightening as if trying to confirm that you were indeed real.
"I'm here, Sebek. I found my way back," you reassured him, feeling the softness of his hair against your cheek.
"I never thought I'd see you again," he admitted, his words a whispered admission of the fears he had harboured, pressing his forehead gently to yours.
he's a mess the instant he sees you, and he melts completely when you're finally in his arms
malleus and silver are also immensely happy that you're back, calling lilia to join the family reunion
Sebek's pretty overwhelmed with your presence on its own, so silver and lilia have given him a gentle push to actually function and introduce himself to Atsuki
he's grown to be less awkward with his affection, and particularly with how long you've been away, he doesn't hold back too much
his hands are always inching closer to touch you, his forehead resting on your shoulder every once in a while, it's all really endearing
but his parenting style is a bit awkward
Atsuki really admires him, but that also makes him ever so slightly afraid of him
meanwhile, Sebek is nervous because he doesn't want to do anything that ruins the image of a perfect knight for his son
so they're a bit awkward, but with you as the middle person they can get along pretty well!
they bond over training, with Sebek teaching him sword fighting (with you reminding him not to push him too hard)
Atsuki also really enjoys sparing with uncle silver, who always lets him him, but Atsuki just wants him to fight for real, so it's just silver being "this is real??"
uncle malleus taking him out for gargoyle studies (Sebek is jealous lmao)
and of course, uncle lilia who cooks extremely nutritious meals that always end with Atsuki puppy dog eying you to save him
sebek's family is also very very happy to have you two!!
grandpa baul grumbles around a lot, but he keeps note of Atsuki's favourite foods to prepare them when he visits
also comments on his sword fighting and stance when he feels like it
mom and dad also adore you guys!! mrs. zigvolt loves giving you gifts and talking about sebek when he was younger haha
all in all, sebek's so incredibly grateful you could come back to him, and though he's still awkward with his affection sometimes, he'll never stop trying his best to love the both of you
Atsuki's eyes widened as he took in the sight of his father, the mythical figure he had only heard tales of until now.
Sebek's gaze shifted from you to Atsuki, and his breath caught. His eyes softened as he knelt down to be at eye level with the child who was undeniably his son. "Hello," he said, his voice trembling with a mix of joy and uncertainty. "I... I'm your father."
Atsuki's eyes flickered with a mixture of awe and excitement. "Papa?" he questioned, his voice barely above a whisper.
Sebek nodded, his hands trembling slightly as he reached out to gently cup Atsuki's face. "Yes, little one. I'm your papa."
The room seemed to hold its breath as father and son locked eyes for the first time. Atsuki, still processing the enormity of the moment, broke into a wide, joyful smile. "Papa!" he exclaimed, launching himself into Sebek's arms.
Sebek, overwhelmed with emotion, held Atsuki close, a mix of laughter and tears escaping him. "I've missed so much, haven't I?" he murmured, his heart swelling with love for the son he never imagined to exist.
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Hi hi! I'm going to answer a couple of different video based asks all in one post because they all follow a similar theme~!
EDIT EDIT: I realized that no one could actually access the links because I took screenshots and added links to the video following each ask!
[VIDEO]
Oh yes! It was one of the first videos I watched when I decided to be brave and finally join the fandom! I remember really liking it, though I don't remember the video contents itself well...!
:cues up for a rewatch:
Heh! Heehee! It's still quite a lot of fun! Years later, I can notice clearly now that this video relies very strongly on what I understand is a controversial/outdated interpretation of Void lore based on the EN translation which is...well, it's the Star Allies English Translation... (As for the details of WHAT it got wrong, o~hhh, I'm not going to get into the Void stuff ~ You'll have to go to other Kirblrs for that! I'm too busy with fixating on my personal blorbos! XD ) However! The end bit about who Kirby is and what Kirby represents? That part of the video remains golden and is something I am 100% in agreement with!
Edit: I realize now you said "videos" and if they're the ones I'm thinking of, then I think I did watch the whole series back then and enjoyed it very much! Sorry for not giving my modern day thoughts on them individually. I didn't want to make you wait too long on this!
[VIDEO]
AH! I just saw this one a few months ago and YES! Yes yes yes! Ohhh, yessss! I agree! It's funny to watch this one back to back with Designing For's video about how the early games were kind of empty fluff compared to the lore-heavy Kumazaki era when Star Warper highlights one of my FAVORITE things that's been gone for so long!!
...I would be SO happy if they focused more on this kind of "natural" world building and character exploration. I suppose, if I have one criticism of Kumazaki, it's that he maybe TOO MUCH of a writer? It's okay to focus where he specializes in, and he's really good at it, but I hope that Star Allies "micro cutscenes" mean we might get them back in a new title, rather than a "last nod" to Kirby history...
This reminds me, I never did anything with this (got swept under by RL) but I came away from this video thinking that I would LOVE to make a series of cutscene animations for the games that don't have them! Just imagine what silly things Kirby or the rest of the characters are getting up to before handing the action back to you!
(Gosh... I don't think I have the experience necessary for this but... with all these collabs, I wonder if anyone would be interested in forming up a collab to make cutscenes for the games that don't have them? I don't know if there's that many animators in the fandom, maybe splash images would be enough? ...Interesting thought?)
But one last enthusiastic yes! As an outspoken fan of, "Show us the daily life of the people in Dream Land PLEASE" this video speaks to me. And I'm glad others feel this way!
[VIDEO]
I KNEW THIS WOULD BE THE CAKE SCENE! I LOVE THE CAKE SCENE! Honestly, I don't know anyone who doesn't just burst into kittens when faced with the cake scene...! It's so cute...! vvv
Speaking of the 25th Anniversary Concert, I have to share my other favorite moment and unfortunately I can't find the full video to refresh my memory (...pulled down for copyright, maybe?) but there was one silly moment when they asked Kirby how old he was, like HIM not the series, and he's like "...I'm 25! ^o^" and of course, it's silly and ridiculous and everyone laughed and for those fans who see Kirby as a very young child, it is just the picture of a child being silly and saying whatever but...as someone who always saw Kirby as growing up with me, I beamed a little with pride? XD
And I think that's the way it should be, maybe? The things Kirby says can be as interpretable as Kirby themselves! ...Reminds me of another quote from Kumazaki that he didn't want Kirby speaking (in Japanese) in the globally streamed 30th Anniversary concert as they did in the 25th because he wanted everyone across the globe to "understand Kirby equally." That if he talked in just one language, a limited number of people would understand him, and everyone should be able to see themselves in Kirby!
It was a very sweet gesture - even though I myself missed hearing Kirby talk in Japanese! Ahh well, at least I'm surrendering my bilingual priviledge card for a good reason! XD
[VIDEO]
OH! Ni~ce find, Anon!
I've seen the fan animation of the phone skit and one more but I was wondering where I might find the rest...! Thank you, video anon!
These are soo~ooo cute! And you're so right! Kawata-san's Kirby really is perfect! I say that feeling the same way about Oomoto-san's Kirby too though...! They're all perfect! This kind of voice (and short skit style) would be perfect for a series of official shorts imo! The kind of ones that occasionally get released on Twitter and the like. (Not that I don't already love the animations made by Courtesy!)
And ahhhh, it's so nice to hear Kirby speak full sentences too~ I really, really enjoy this interpretation of Kirby! I can't believe it's from as far back as 1994! Amazing! Truly amazing!
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Thank you, anon(s) for the fun video links! And I hope everyone has fun watching them too if you're not familiar with everything listed here! If you ask me, everything here is worth a listen!
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Various "Failures" From My Google Docs
Good morning! I'm at my usual coffee shop and got inspired by the troubles of a few friends to embarrass myself.
Sit down with me. I'm enjoying my usual blended chai. There's room on the couch if you'd like to join me.
So I've written thirteen novels. I think thirteen, I've actually lost count. Let's say, like, five full-length plays and twelve to fourteen finished novels. Impressive, right? Maybe. I'm realizing that I consider that not much of a brag, if only because I know the amount of trips and stumbles it took to get to one completed project.
I've ditched a lot of ideas. A lot. If I need to I can dig into my old hard drives to find all the doc files from my youth, but I also have the same Google Docs I've had since middle school.
It's mostly plays and ghostwriting assignments, but if you did you'll find some snippets from my constant attempts at growth.
Some stuff like this is okay. The line "hair slicked back/suit black silk" is pretty good, but a little too the writer thinks they're clever for me now. I don't really remember where I planned to go with this. I think the narrator was somehow going to be given the identity of Roy Fontaine. I was really fixated on the surname Fontaine at the time. I don't know why.
But then there's also a lot of stuff like this:
Hey look it's Fontaine again! I guess he's a doctor, too! Also I am astounded by how casually the main character just pulls out the Necronomicon. He pulls it out? From where? His pocket? Is it a zine?
I don't know why, but something about how suddenly this jumps in terms of dropping specifics makes me think that Sonic the Hedgehog is about to show up. I can't explain it.
This is the only thing in a Doc titled "Psychosis". I have zero memory of what I was planning on doing with this. What's kind of crazy though is that I wrote this in 2014, and six years later I'll use essentially this exact bit in a finished novel without even realizing it.
Another bit from 2014. No clue what I planned to do with this. It's hilarious to me that something stopped me from finishing the sentence. What am I, Franz Kafka writing The Tower? I didn't die. I wasn't raptured. I just apparently tried to think of something a large oak door would do and immediately gave up. It was 2014 I had finished, like, four novels. And this idea was fully stalled by what had to be a fucking huge oak door.
My favorite part of this radio play I tried to write is that somehow, believe it or not - when I wrote this I did not fully understand the Quantum Suicide thought experiment. And for along time I still kind of thought that this could be salvaged into a good idea, until last night when I asked my wife to put on a video describing the experiment and I immediately found it so dumb. Just ridiculously stupid. The only good thing about Quantum Mickey is that the title kicks ass and I'm definitely keeping it for something.
I've written a lot. A lot. I've earned the severity of carpal tunnel I currently have. If I had to put it into a statistic, I'd say maybe seventy percent ends up finished. fifty percent ends up polished to be read or published. Thirty percent actually ends up being read or published. I'm okay with this, because I enjoy the work. But for me, part of enjoying the work is not panicking when a project doing work.
If I need to end a project in the middle of a sentence, I do. I've clearly proven that I do. Sometimes I write for thirty pages and lose interest, other times I get a paragraph in and get distracted forever. That's okay.
That's okay. As long as you're doing something.
I could've included segments of Carnation, my first novella that was supposed to be a novel but I never finished it. But I fucking guess that's getting it's own post when I hit 150 followers so I hope you're prepared for what the type of stuff I enjoyed in middle school.
There's an Irish child that speaks exclusively in slang. You aren't ready.
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How to Diagnose scenes when you're stuck
This is basically one of those, it works for me, may work for you, but maybe not and that's OK. And no, it's not one of those, so you have writer's block, welcome to hell, and here's artificial things that might work like taking a walk, taking a shower, eating something.
It's looking at the story theory and the mechanics of story and saying, you're addicted to this story and really want to get through this, so what tools do you have to get through this before you lament it's not something you can fix and then get fixated on the fact you can't fix it and then spiral into anxiety hell, and believe a homophobic psychologist who used his own trauma to hate on others? (And yes, I wrote about that one too... you'll realize this is a theme of my blog. I find the origin of belief systems you have never questioned).
The order *I* tend to go in is this... This is mostly US, UK, Korean, Japanese and maybe Chinese Storytelling.
Keep in mind these are bending to larger forces, such as theme, tone, and the story driver, such as emotion and conflict.
Also writing this to remind myself not to freak out when I get stuck.
Setting
Setting is a bunch of moving parts, but usually is the easiest thing to change.
Sometimes the smallest thing you need to change is the setting.
Where the hell are your characters in space, time and relation to each other and what are they doing and why?
You should keep in mind things like
Degree of privacy?
Time of Day?
Time of Year?
Are there seasons?
What place or location are they?
Where are they in relation to each other?
What props are in the area that might enhance or take away from their existing mood?
What was the settings you had in your previous scenes?
How are your character's physical needs interacting with this space?
Are they distracted?
What activity are they doing together, not together, alone, well or not well?
What do your characters hope for being there?
Try changing this and the emotions can change and ripple.
I should note that you still should be rewriting everything in the scene as a result of the ripple, but it should be far smaller than before.
2. Characters
Who is there? What are they doing there? Add and subtract characters. Yes, this includes extra and background characters. Sometimes adding one character or deleting can change the pace of the entire scene.
3. Events
This is what save the Cat would call "beats" But there are several types of "Beats" Emotional beats, action beats. And really events include characters and settings. No matter what that whole "plot-driven" vs. "Character-driven" nonsense tells you.
Sometimes the event are going haywire because you dealt these out too fast or not fast enough or, you the author have nothing left after this and are worried what you should do, should you let the plot move on past the will they won't they or not? Timing is in the purview of the author. 2 weeks is too fast. 1 year might be too slow.
4. Research
Yes, rabbit holes are a bane to people's exisence, but sometimes doing fact checks on your existing work can help you out of your hole. Watch a documentary on your time period--maybe one that you already watched or didn't watch. Look up a fact. Do a book or audiobook or articles on a piece that you didn't have time to investigate prior. Sometimes this shakes out ideas.
Also, this is why YOU DO NOT STEAL IDEAS FROM OTHER PEOPLE. Because you will not be passionate enough to connect all of those little threads and the guilt will eat you alive as you work, especially if you do not give credit. A Good book has some semblence of the things you changed from the "real world" or "different from other books" in order. So, you should be passionate about the idea and completing it end to end. If you do not, and do not expound, then you are just a lazy plagiarizer. Develop the themes, further than what you have on paper. 'cause I guarantee you, people can spot when you just took the idea and DID NOTHING WITH IT and then fell back onto tired old tropes. I can name books and places where people universally said they felt this becuse the theming suddenly changed from the hook, or the intial idea changed direction. Don't do this.
Develop your ideas through research. Don't be a lazy writer. What you feel is important, what you feel will work will pan out further and further and gain speed and momentum. So when you are stuck, this is the time to research. You might find some factoid that gets you unstuck.
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Please tell me you plan getting into the book of Bill. I think you'll be quite pleased lol.
I have it preordered but it'll take a bit to arrive because I live in Switzerland
I haven't thought about gf in a couple of months but that's kind of a good thing?
I was worried I'd be too ashamed of my own enjoyment to let myself read it.
Since gravity falls isn't my main fixation for now I'll have an easier time reading it.
'I've been suspecting I have OCD for a year or two now. I think it explains a lot about my deeply tiring relationship to my own interests.
You can skip my attempt at an explanation of that problem below 👇
For the past few years I've had an awful time letting myself enjoy my interests once I pass a certain point of investment.
As if I'm being disrespectful to the original work for having interpretations of my own.
I've never had easy access to merchandise like stickers so all of my exposure to and expression of my interests is the original source material, fan works, and my own fan works. (I have zero merch for any of my interests besides gf so I have no other means of expression offline besides my own art)
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It gets especially bad if I have unpopular opinions and see a more popular one everywhere despite my efforts to block and filter.
It's very difficult to filter something popular and it leaves me feeling tired and bitter. When otherwise I wouldn't care at all.
But it's another point towards this "you're doing it wrong" feeling
I haven't fully re-read my journal 3 or lost legends books since I first got them (around 2017? And 2018 respectively) despite really wanting to.
I'll flip through once every couple years for reference that I couldn't find faster online but that's overselling how much I even let myself look up reference online (basically never I'm too ashamed)
I have trouble saying characters names out loud in conversation (text or in person) wich is why I use nicknames a lot
The more I like a character the harder it is for me to look at images of them for reference out of shame for 'messing them up' with my own interpretation
It's happening with some of my current interests like pikmin and ff7 (just typing ff7 made me feel shame that's how bad it is)
It's less bad with pikmin because of how simple an accessible it is.
It's really bad with ff7 because of how much of a legacy it has with nerdy men in their 30s and 40s
(I got smugly mocked in a comment section for saying I didn't like a character getting slapped cause I thought it wasn't deserved. I know it shouldn't matter but I think about it whenever I think of ff7 and the fact that I'm letting some smug dick ruin a thing for me makes me upset and ect ect ect spiral spiral spiral)
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The more I like the thing, the more I avoid the thing out of shame for my enjoyment of it.
It's exhausting yes.
It has damaged my art and relation to the things I enjoy.
At least it feels good to type all this out and get it off my chest.
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"i can't connect this life and that life. it just doesn't fit"
Normal People (2020), dir. Lenny Abrahamson; Hettie Macdonald
i first started watching Normal People about a year ago, it was popular at the time and there was this hyper-fixation on Paul Mescal that i kind of understood. my friends, to this day, rant and rave about it, about how they sobbed for hours watching it and it's changed the way they see relationships. a guy i know even compared him and his ex-girlfriend to Marianne and Connel. i never really understood it to be perfectly honest. a year ago, i stopped watching it after the third episode because i became frustrated with the miscommunication between the two: i found myself screaming "JUST TALK TO EACH OTHER!" when i told my friend that this was my response they encouraged me to keep on watching, "it'll get better, you'll understand as you watch it." so that's what i did, and instead of starting again, i picked it up from where i'd left off: the end of episode three. after i finished it, a lot of their early interactions made sense. they were young, figuring themselves out and yet to really mature to the point where they could be completely open, truthful and communicative about how they were feeling. as you watch the characters grow up, there's this mutual understanding that they'll be there for one another, always, with Connell baring the more protective, almost possessive at times, characteristics.
i can see where my friend was coming from, i get the hype over Paul Mescal; the acting was superb. i hung onto each of Marianne and Connell's interactions and i wanted them to succeed, not just romantically, but for them to reach a healthy conclusion in their relationship when the series ended. and they did, and it was beautiful.
however, i can't seem to connect them to me, and my experiences. we're of relatively same age, but i think that's the closest similarity i find with these characters. i don't have this long, perpetual romantic story, or even the friendship that Marianne and Connell have. the characters just get each other on another level. maybe it's a good thing that i don't connect with the characters because then i can view this as it is, a fictional story. the emotion was there, for sure, i felt anguish for them at the end, but it didn't run deep.
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Hi.....Do you mind if I ask you some random thing? I used to love shounen and shoujo manga equally....But ever since I found BL manga 3 years ago, my interest in shoujosei (especially het romance) decrese a lot, and what I search for is just the dynamic between mc (male) and male lead...I don't want to read mc (female) and male lead or mc (male) and female lead...And what I want to read mostly are just mlm or wlw stories....
What do you think is happening to me? Is it really weird?
Hello, are you me? Because I am kinda in the same boat since I discovered danmei and i've been reading mostly only that.
Listen, I'm gonna be blunt with you - there is no point in reading or watching or listening or playing stuff you don't like and doesn't interest you when it comes to free time/hobbies.
While I am also on the opinion that you need to diversify your media consumption for your own good (read different genre, watch different movies and tv shows etc etc otherwise you'll end up in your own echo chamber) it is also true that...forcing yourself can make things worse. Also, phases exists, I stopped reading manga for like 10 years and now i'm back into it. Maybe tomorrow you'll find a josei manga you love and get back into the genre, who knows.
So many people read only fantasy in their life. Nothing wrong with that. So many people listen only to country music. Nothing wrong with that.
So, why would it be weird if you like to read only wlw and mlm stuff? It's no different from people that read only het stuff, right? I understand why it can seems weird and can make you feel weird, tho.
The question you have to ask yourself is: WHY. Why do you want to read this specific genre? Why are you not interested in the male-female dynamic anymore? Why do you find mlm and wlw stuff better to read?
Is it because het romances and their tropes makes you uncomfortable? Is it because you identify better with mlm and wmw stories and characters? Is it because, simply, you like the storytelling of mlm and wlw stuff better?
There is a lot of reason why someone could be interested in a kind of content. Is it weird? Probably, many people would tell you it is. But people would call weird a lot of stuff anyway. You are not doing anything wrong or bad.
My advice is to not just get fixated on it and find the reason why you like this stuff. Once you have your reason you can adjust your habit and be more mindful of your choices, even changing them.
I can't say more not knowing more about your personal situation. This may even be a bad answer and may end up doing more harm than good, but I think you shouldn't worry too much. It's just comics at the end of the day.
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I posted 99 times in 2022
That's 75 more posts than 2021!
20 posts created (20%)
79 posts reblogged (80%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
@somecunttookmyurl
@kingburu
@kazliin
@kittmoon
I tagged 20 of my posts in 2022
#actually adhd - 8 posts
#adhd - 8 posts
#neurodiversity - 6 posts
#neurodivergent - 6 posts
#percy jackson - 3 posts
#pjo - 3 posts
#totk - 2 posts
#politics - 2 posts
#uk - 2 posts
#botw2 - 2 posts
Longest Tag: 78 characters
#personally i think the best approach is to stop using neurodivergent so often?
My Top Posts in 2022:
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It's finally time for the Hyrule water theory
So this comes from an observation I made during last year's trailer
If you're anything like me and cheesed the dungeon with Zora armour, you'll remember there's a LOT of water around this castle. In fact, you can kind of see it a bit in the trailer before the entire thing gets lifted out of the air.
See the full post
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#4
People who critique fanfiction lines such as "she let out the breath she didn't know she was holding" clearly aren't ADHD because that's the daily experience chief.
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The other side of ADHD
So one thing I don't see people talk about as much is the other side of focus issues. Like, I kind of hate that it's even called Attention Deficit because I don't think it's fully accurate. It's more like, attention meter gone haywire.
The best way to describe it is like a roleplay video game stat. Imagine the average neurotypical person has focus values in the range of about 4-6 points. For me, at random, my stats will flick between like 2 and 8. Sometimes in the space of hours.
In real terms, this results in:
Hyperfocus where I can write a 3000 word essay in one sitting; no breaks, no moving
Revolving fixations, never lost just reignited when I remember them. What follows is days of intense obsession
Being actively early for everything because of waiting mode
In the right conditions, crazy fast comprehension and reaction speeds
Tuning into other people's conversations in crowded spaces
At times, hypersensivity. Especially when it comes to hearing and smell
Ability to remember really random events in almost photographic detail. Like, sometimes I will have an easier time remembering some really mundane conversation from 3 years ago verbatim than what i did literally that morning
Same goes for random trivia. I still know the exact date the war of the roses ended, have since I was 9. I'm especially good with song lyrics
Don't get me wrong, I still struggle a lot and the lacking focus is more common. The frustrating part is that I have no control over when I'm able to do these things (aside from hyperfocus, I can kind of induce that - maybe I'll make a post about that) so it's rarely actually useful.
But yeah, I feel like it's a less spoken about portion of ADHD, closest it gets to the 'superpower' thing honestly.
I'll also note that, I'm personally unsure, but it might be that this isn't applicable to inattentive presentation ADHD. Would be curious to hear from y'all. I'm combined presentation but to me it seems more like it comes from the hyper side.
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I love how much we're all talking about neurodivergence here and all but let's all remember that neurodivergent is not ADHD/Autism only.
I've seen a lot of people using those expressions interchangeably and, whilst those are the most common conditions, neurodivergent is a wider label than that.
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My #1 post of 2022
12 ADHD hacks that are actually helpful
Record EVERYTHING in your phone's calendar app the moment you find out about it. Mine gives me an alarm automatically before the calendar time - has saved my ass many times.
Get a little bowl or equivalent for objects like keys. That's now your key bowl. You will not lose them ever again.
Write down deadlines as early before they're actually due as you can justify. My ADHD ass never remembers the actual due date. I get all of the stress fuelled productivity with none of the actual danger.
Handwrite notes. I have no idea why, but the process of pen and paper makes me remember things much better.
If you have to be somewhere like class or work, set aside time to go for a walk first. Honestly would be great all days, but I can't even make myself do this, so it's good if you have to be out anyway (and maybe would have been in waiting mode). Burning off energy helps my brain.
When retrieving laundry (ie its dry and you have to fold it), dump it all out in the most inconvenient place possible. I like the bed. It forces me to deal with it, rather than letting it sit there.
Turn on subtitles when you watch anything - even YouTube and live TV. I didn't realise how lifechanging this was until last year.
The Breath of the Wild soundtrack is weirdly the best background music ever. It's the perfect level of stimulating without distracting
Use text to speech for long walls of text. It's great.
Did I mention phone alarms? I use it for everything - ie when I know I might hyperfocus on something for too long.
There's literally no obligation to eat 3 meals at set times. If eating snacks throughout the day works better for you, then do that. There's also no shame in things like pre chopped fruit/veggies.
I struggle with transitions sometimes. A way around this is keeping a ton of water next to me. When I get frustrated about being stuck, I just drink as much water as I can. Eventually, this means I have to pee, and physically cannot ignore it. The act of going to the bathroom is sometimes enough to change activity.
Disclaimer that this is my own experience with ADHD, which may be totally different to someone else's. But hey, these are some things I've always found useful.
EDIT because this has a lot of reblogs wow! Please feel free to share even if you're a different type of neurodiverse, or even straight up neurotypical. At the end of the day most of these are focus/executive dysfunction tips, and I'm glad they're useful no matter what your situation is!
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I am bored and I have to wait for a while so that means it's time for me to yap. Today the topic is my journey with thai dramas.
I don't know why youtube one day decided I was ready to jump into the world of thai dramas. Probably because I was already consuming a lot of asian media regularly. I first came into contact with thai dramas quite a while ago. But I didn't start exploring until much later. All because I hate boys over flowers with a passion and I was pissed to come across the thai adaptation of it. I refused to watch it, but youtube didn't give up. Youtube went, "oh so you don't want to watch f4? That must mean you're not interested in watching straight people falling in love. Here you go, watch boys fall in love then. I'm sure you'll love it." That is how I fell into the world of thai bls when I wasn't even looking for queer media in the first place. I was curious, so I gave it a try. And my was I surprised to find what I did.
I don't quite understand how or why, but I started watching gmmtv productions last, after going through all the other thai bl production companies. This is baffling to me now that I know how huge gmmtv is, especially in the thai bl industry. I have been watching thai bls on and off for the past year, but I only came across gmmtv bls a few months ago. Maybe youtube thought I hate gmmtv because of f4.
Anyway, I am still very much a beginner when it comes to thai dramas even though I have been dabbling with it for a while now. Mainly because I didn't really get invested in anything until nmts. I liked Black as a character so so much. Also I became unnecessarily fixated on the jumping scenes. It still bothers me to this day because the jumping was not even necessary. But if you absolutely had to do it, why would you do it like that? I mean the rest of the series is so good so what went wrong here? I could go on a whole tangent about this.
Getting back to the topic, I did enjoy a few shows here and there, but I didn't really care much about them. Even with nmts, I think I got that invested because of lamenting what ToddBlack could have been. I was not deep enough in the thai bl world to understand the concept of fixed pairs back then. But I was pretty intrigued by offgun so I went looking for their content. That is how I found out that gmmtv boys are a species of their own. Somehow, after going through a lot of videos of gmmtv actor's being crazy, I ended up watching ha and simm. And I immediately fell in love with jd. It's only after I became obsessed with jd that I started to really explore thai dramas. That led to me having a lot of thoughts about a lot of things, which eventually led to me starting this blog. How fun!
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About Me
My name is Gremlin, although if you see me anywhere I go by different iteration of the same name just mispelled because I think it's funny to use my friends' typos. I'm a nonbinary trans man (ftm) and queer (because I just kinda stopped thinking about my sexuality for a while now and I'm just happily gay). I'm 22 years old and have been making content for nearly a decade now. I started art as a kid and started to rekindle the passion at 13 when I got absolutely obsessed over Vocaloid. From then on I started making traditional art then transitioning to digital art by 2016 and I've been posting on the internet for years. I am currently multifandom and I just draw fanart for whichever fixation I have at the moment but my main fixation is Good Omens and Valorant but that's mostly the top ones I mostly talk about, I am into a ton of other things that you'll see soon.
✦ ғʀᴇǫᴜᴇɴᴛʟʏ ᴀsᴋᴇᴅ ǫᴜᴇsᴛɪᴏɴs!
⋆☀︎. Can I draw fanart of your OCs?
Absolutely!!! If you want me to see your work, you can tag me in your posts.
⋆☀︎. Can we write fanfics about your characters?
At the moment, I really don't want to see fics about them mostly because I know I would read it and I am absolutely easily swayed with my characters and I might change my characters because of it especially for characters that are still being written so at the moment, it's going to be a no as a self-restrain for me so I'd motivate myself to keep writing.
⋆☀︎. Can I create NSFW of your characters?
No, unless I change my mind in the future.
⋆☀︎. Can we make ships of your characters?
Yeah, I don't mind as long as it's not immoral.
⋆☀︎. Can I use your art as pfp?
Yes you can! As long as you credit me in your bio :)
⋆☀︎. Can I repost your art?
No, you can't repost my art. I get that it's more for appreciation purposes but its sadly not good for my reach so I don't allow people to repost it. Also, I find that people who don't post credits properly when they repost my art so I highly go against it.
⋆☀︎. Do you have any reference for your persona?
Yes, I do!
✦ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏɢʀᴀᴍs ɪ ᴜsᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴜsᴇ ᴀʀᴇ:
⋆☀︎. Art Programs
Paint Tool Sai 2 (Illustrations)
Clip Studio Paint (Animation)
Fire Alpaca (Former Animation Software)
⋆☀︎. Editing Software
Wondershare Filmora
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I’ve Seen Sparks Fly — 18+
Summary: Spencer Reid has never felt sparks fly until you came along. He’s not used to not knowing things, but just may prove himself to be a quick learner.
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader (female, I'm pretty sure there's no references to pronouns)
Word Count: 5685
Content Warnings: Kissing, grinding, premature ejaculation, marking Spencer’s chest, fingering, love confessions
Note: I hope you enjoy this! I really wanted to get another fic out before I start my 1 year anniversary celebration, Love Letters From Spencer. There is still time to submit your name for one. Just fill out this Google Form and you'll receive one in the coming weeks. And a special thank you to @reidsbookclub for helping me with the ending! I love you very much, Grecy! :)
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I've Seen Sparks Fly
Spencer ventured down in the basement, ready to come back hauling decades old cold cases. What he didn’t expect was to find a chance at that fairytale in a place where the sunshine can’t reach them. There was a single light that hung over their heads and a large desk with papers spread across the surface. For a man that can remember everything, Spencer couldn’t recall any words from your conversation. All he knows is that he stumbled through the conversation.
He hums to himself, trying to quell the nerves that arise all the way from his stomach to the tip of his head. Spencer’s never had much luck with romance. From being the weird kid in the back of the class with a mind decades older than the rest of the class to being the weird kid with something to prove in the FBI, Spencer has never felt like he’s belonged anywhere. The characters in his books kept him company. Spencer spent ages dreaming of the day when someone would float off the pages of the books and into his heart. And now that that was true, his hands shake in a way that he cannot explain. He’s not usually this way, he’s pretty good about keeping his emotions under control. But there’s something about you that makes him the good kind of nervous.
His heart would thump out of his chest, like it did when you fixed his tie. You got so close Spencer swore he could see where the colored part of your eye met your pupil. He could smell your perfume, light and citrusy and he never wanted to smell anything else. You whispered into his ear, even though there wasn’t a need to whisper alone in the basement.
“There,” you said, patting his chest and his now-straightened tie, “Now you look even more handsome,” you add, smiling up at Spencer and positively reveling in the way Spencer’s cheeks flush red.
He has a habit of doing that around you, which he’s surmised is something you enjoy based on your nonverbal body language. Spencer shakes his head, internally chiding himself for analyzing you. He can’t treat you like a face on a wall, not when you’ve got the possibility to mean so much more to him one day. One day very soon, by the way you look at him.
“Handsome?” Spencer says, still fixated on that compliment, despite his near constant inner thoughts spilling over in his mind, “I’m pretty sure the last time someone called me handsome was picture day in the second grade. My mother had me wear my grandfather’s bowtie,” he says.
“You are the handsomest,” you reply, reaching down to grab his hand and squeeze. You walk in tandem and Spencer has to stop himself from skipping, “And you’re going to hear it more often. Maybe a lot tonight?”
Somehow he caught the tone in your voice and it made him stop right in his tracks. You stumble and he catches you by the elbow, apologizing for nearly making you fall. Again, he blushes. And again you seem to like it. You stand on your tiptoes, placing a kiss on his cheek. It’s soft and sweet, yet it burns into his skin and he hopes it lingers even if you don’t.
“Sorry,” Spencer apologizes, “I’m still not used to all this….” he says, the words failing to articulate. Or rather, he fails to say it because if he says it then it’s real. It would be that first good thing he gets, and like most good things they are fated to never last. So Spencer lets you finish his sentences, which, he’ll admit is something he could get used to.
“Affection?” you say, smiling at him and healing the wounds that have yet to fester, “Love. Attention. Compliments. I could go on,” you tease, sneaking under his arm to force him to walk closer with you to the elevator.
“Yes,” he says, nodding as he presses the button to go back to the bullpen, “All of the above, Y/N,” he adds, a layer of uncertainty plaguing his thoughts. You quell it as you twist your fingers in the fabric of his cardigan and rest your head on his shoulder.
“Come over tonight,” you whisper, waiting for the familiar ding of the elevator, “And maybe we can make pancakes in the morning?”
“Pancakes?” Spencer asks, looking at you and trying to decipher your exact meaning. You know he’s not the best with hidden meanings, but maybe you’re also a little nervous too, based on the way you shy away from him and lower your voice again, despite already being alone, “In the morning?” he adds, the meaning finally hitting him.
“Yeah,” you whisper, walking towards the now open elevator with Spencer still holding your hand, “I really like you, Spencer. Like the kind of like you that will turn into love you. Some day. Some day really soon. And I want to spend every waking moment with you. And every moment I’m not awake too,” your rambling abruptly stopped by Spencer’s lips pressing firmly against your’s.
He can tell you’re taken by surprise, but he can’t help but act on his sudden burst of courage. You’ve kissed plenty of times in the 5 dates that you’ve had already and Spencer has found himself reliving every second of it afterwards. From the way your hands press up against his chest to the way you sigh into his lips. He’s been denied this kind of love and affection for so long and he’ll be damned if he lets himself go another 23 years.
Breaking the kiss, Spencer smiles as he rests his head against your forehead. It’s almost like he’s in a movie because the elevator doors shut and they rush upward to the upper level. You giggle, something Spencer promises himself that he’ll commit to memory. He brings his hand to your cheek, shaking slightly despite his new found confidence. You place your hand on top of his hand, brushing gently against the rough side of his hand. It’s these quiet, yet charged moments like this that makes Spencer’s head spin.
“So I’ll take that as a yes,” you joke, smirking as Spencer tries to gather himself together for the inevitable teasing that will ensue when you walk him back to his desk next to Elle and across from Derek.
Spencer had changed his tie three times before the clock read 7. The first one felt like it was choking him, the second one clashed with his shirt, and the third one would just have to do. He even asked Penelope to print out instructions for him to learn how to style his hair in different ways, though he made her swear to never tell Elle or Derek the reason why he needed the print outs. The ink from the paper bled in splotches from the mixture of water and hair gel on his counter. Spencer went to his local drugstore, looking for the specified hair products and came out with an armful of totally unnecessary products.
The gel was sticky in his fingers, but he still slicked it through his hair, remembering how you complimented him on his hair that day. Hotch had sent him and Derek to the basement, when the Bureau’s archivists worked. Only cold cases, suddenly reopened, would bring the team down there. In the three months that Spencer had been working with the BAU, he never ventured into the basements. In his mind, working with old case files and ensuring the protection of evidence seemed like the kind of job someone like him should have. He was still a baby in the team’s eyes, especially Derek’s.
When Derek and him walked down to the very bottom of the building, Spencer had no clue what to expect. His mother always told him that he had a very overactive imagination. He also was a hopeless romantic. Even though he’s never had someone love him back, he’s found himself loving others countless of times. Maybe it’s wishful thinking or a deep seeded desire to live out a fairytale. His fairytale isn’t much; maybe someone to brush his hair from his eyes and kiss away the wounds that bruise his skin and draw stars around his scars.
Spencer goes through the motions and he almost feels like he’s moving underwater. He walks around his tiny apartment making sure his shoes are tied, getting the cardigan that you always compliment him on, and making sure that Joules has cat food in her bowl. He’s hardly even aware of what he’s doing, too busy worrying about what’s in store when he gets to your house.
Spencer, reminding himself to breathe, takes one last look into the mirror on the wall in his hallway. He’s never been one to particularly enjoy his physical appearance, but when he looks in the mirror, the only thought that rests in his mind is if you’ll like the hairstyle he copied in the print out that Penelope gave him.
“Don’t you look handsome,” you say, holding open the screen door to your front porch. Your house is exactly what he’d expect from you. Wildflowers grow haphazardly in your front yard and a small garden peaks from the back yard. Your house is painted in a warm, welcoming yellow with rain gray shutters. It’s the kind of house that people from fairytales live in. It’s the kind of house that Spencer would like to grow old in.
His cheeks burn at the compliment and he resigns himself to a fate of wanting to brush them all away with a bemused expression while craving the sweet little compliments in the same motion. You look at him, smiling from the top of the porch with the screen door resting against your back. So confident and sure, it’s the kind of reckless that should send him running because how on Earth can someone like you love someone like him. No matter how many times you’ve called him cute in the basement of the building, no matter how many times you’ve kissed him across a table at the 24/7 diner, no matter anything he still has a hard time believing you. But he’s more than willing to let you become the first person to prove him wrong.
“Hey, Y/N,” Spencer says, sheepishly as he bounces up the steps to you. You open your arms and stand on your tiptoes, hugging him like you’ve spent months apart. He desperately wants to melt into the hug. Spencer can’t remember the last time he felt safe in someone’s arms since he’s met you.
He’ll be the first to admit that you’re the first person to hug him in years. He never knew just how hard it could be to go without human touch until you came along. It’s almost overwhelming how comforting it is to know that he’ll never have to know that absence again.
“I missed you,” you whisper into his chest, your mouth moving against the soft fabric of his cardigan. You hug him so tight that you clasp your hands around him. Spencer knows that you can’t stay out here on the porch forever, but he wants to, “Sorry,” you apologize, “I’m a big hugger and I know that you’re a little wary about physical contact–”
“Oh no!” Spencer exclaims, letting himself out of your tight hug to look at you. His hands fall naturally into the crook of your elbows, holding you gently he racks his brain for an explanation that doesn’t make him sound as in love with you as he actually is, “I love you…your hugs, I love when you hug me, I mean,”
You smile and with that Spencer swears to himself that the stars in the nighttime sky could never compare. He forces himself to stop thinking about those loving things like that. Spencer swallows his fears, yet he can’t stop thinking about how your hair falls into place like dominos. What must it be like to grow up that beautiful? He’d never know. Spencer’s not used to not knowing things. And even though he may not believe it, he trusts you as you lead him into your house.
The movie has been playing on your television for precisely 34 minutes and 8 seconds. And for 34 minutes and 8 seconds your hands have not left his body. When you first led him up the stairs, Spencer’s eyes nearly burst out of his eye sockets. But like all the times you’ve whisked him away for secret kisses at work or reached for his hand as you passed in the hallway, you quell his fears with your lyrical eyes and a squeeze of his hand. It’s magical and a miracle how you can both steady his heart and nearly cause an aneurysm in one touch. He wonders if that is what love is supposed to be. Dreading your touch because he knows what it brings out in him, but craving it in the same token.
Your hands massage his scalp, and Spencer can feel himself drift off into a comfortable lull. He wonders silently to himself if he’ll ever figure out the kind of shampoo you use. It’s a little citrusy, like oranges and grapefruit. But there’s also a sweetness to it that he can’t quite describe. Whatever it is Spencer wants it to linger on his skin so he can take a part of you home with him to make his bed seem a little less lonely.
“I’m sorry,” you whisper, your voice similar to how it was down in the basement that you work in, “But I can’t even tell you the main character’s name and I’ve seen this movie before,” you say, your wry chuckle making you, yet again, unreadable.
“Why?” Spencer asks, turning to face you, your legs are intertwined in the bed, twisted up in bedsheet as the night slips away in a moment in time, “I mean, me too,” he adds, very aware of his hand that rests on your waist. He plays with your soft tee-shirt, a very worn down college shirt from long ago.
“You’re just very distracting,” you say back, brushing a piece of his hair from his face. His glasses slip down the bridge of his nose and you’re half clear and half blurry. Spencer’s not sure if it’s because of his lack of good vision or because you make his head spin with your sweet shampoo and with your body pressed up next to his, “You make me so nervous, Spence. You’re so handsome and I just don’t want to mess this up,” you say, the earnestness in your voice is like looking into a mirror.
“Let me kiss you?” Spencer says, even though it comes out more like a question than a request, “Please,” he adds, implicitly aware of how his voice turns up with nerves and anxiety, “You’re the beautiful one, Y/N,” he adds, moving his face to eclipse your view of the television. You read the unreadable, nodding slightly just in time as your lips meet his.
Spencer has kissed you a total of 44 times. Between five dates, secret make-out sessions in the cover of the Bureau basement, and all the times in the stairwell between his office and your department, it’s safe to say that though you’ve kissed him plenty of times, he’ll never grow tired of it. It’s flawless and Spencer can’t imagine doing it with anyone else.
“You’re the beautiful one, sweetheart,” you whisper, using that little name that has never failed to make his heart skip, “It’s crazy to think you’ve never done this before. You really must be a genius,”
Your lips cover his, gliding over his lips like ice skates on an icy pond. Your fingers are buried in hair, tugging and digging into any piece of him you can grab. You break away from lips, moving down to his jawline. Your fingers tickle his neck and he’s hyper aware of his entire being and what’s bound to happen when your lips are so soft against his skin and your hands tug at his hair.
“Y/N,” Spencer says, your name coming out more strained and needy than he intended, but he has to say it quickly before he loses control and embarrasses himself with his underwhelming lack of restraint, “Please, Y/N. The way that you kiss me. Touch me. It’s driving me crazy. You drive me crazy,”
“I know, baby,” you whisper into his ear maneuvering yourself so you hover over Spencer’s body. His hips instinctively flex up, desperate for the very friction and contact that you deny him, “Look at you? All pretty like this for me. You just need to be taken care of, lovey,”
Lovey
Between your touch that stings like a thousand bees and your voice heals like honey from the gods, Spencer doesn’t know how much longer he can control himself. You must be enjoying seeing him fall apart like this, and Spencer has to admit he loves it too. As long as you’re the one to put him back together, he’ll let you ruin him a million times over and over.
Smiling, you remove your hands from his face, messing up his neatly gelled hair in the process. He makes a mental note that you seem like his hair messier. It’s been years since he’s let his hair just be and you might just be the reason he’ll start again. Your next movement is what catches him off guard. His hands come up to your now bare waist as you rid yourself of your tee shirt. The pads of this fingertips brush over your soft skin. He revels in how your skin goosebumps at his touch, happy to know that his touch has nearly the same effect as you do one him.
“Like what you see?” you ask, smiling like a Chesire cat as Spencer looks at your bare chest. His hands hover over your breasts, unsure if you're even real in the first place, “You can touch me, sweetheart. You can touch me all you want,” you reassure him, bringing his hands to your breast by his wrists.
“Can I kiss you? Can I kiss you there?” Spencer asks, his earnest question making your skin crawl with anticipation. You nod, still hovering over him like some twisted guardian angel.
“Please,” you say, half begging, half demanding, “I’m all yours anyway, lovey,”
Spencer, shifting upwards so his back rests against the pillows, is acutely aware of how hard he is. If anything, he almost wants to commend himself at not coming undone yet. It’s reasonable, considering this is the first time anyone has sat on his lap like this, calling him names he’s only heard in the sweetest of daydreams.
He leans forward so he can kiss your breasts. Initially, you’re taken aback by his sudden burst of confidence. Spencer leaves wet kisses across your skin and his hand, warm and large against your back, steadying you as you shake with hope for what’s to come. But, as Spencer suspects, you still hold the upper hand. Just as he forms a skilled pattern of kisses and nipping at your skin, you grind down onto his hips.
“God, oh, god,” Spencer says, his strangled moans telling he’s finally lost any semblance of control he had, “I’m sorry, Y/N. Damn it,” Spencer curses, covering his face with his hands in humiliation. The embarrassed part of himself expects you to leap from his lap with a sinister laughter. But when that doesn’t come, Spencer peaks out from under his hands.
“What are you apologizing for?” you ask, still hovering over his body with a confused expression on your face, “Is it because you came? Hmm? Just from kissing my boobs? And me grinding on your dick?” you continue, licking your lips as Spencer nods his head in continued embarrassment.
You grip his wrists, kissing his hands fervently. Looking at him, Spencer is able to read your expression. You aren’t annoyed or disgusted or anything of the sort. Instead, you lean down, still putting pressure between your hips, and kiss his face. Your lips skim over his eyes, kissing his nose, his cheeks, his forehead and down to his neck. You break, breathing in heavily, leaning against his forehead to drink him in.
“Don’t ever apologize for that, lovey. It was hot,” you tell him, and Spencer can do nothing but nod in understanding.
“Yes,” he says, smiling as he finds himself growing more and more comfortable with you, “Can I try with you?” Spencer asks, a layer of confidence poking through his shy exterior.
“Of course,” you tell him, “But first let me do something,” you say, as you toss off his cardigan and unbutton his shirt, “You have too many layers on,”
Spencer chuckles in agreement, not fully realizing how hot it’s gotten in your bedroom. The television still plays in the background, but it’s nothing but warbled gibberish. Spencer places his hands against your waist again, but the hesitation to touch you still lingers. He watches as you undo his buttons, terrified for you to see him without a shirt on for the first time. Spencer doesn’t like thinking about the time he’s been shirtless in front of people.
He expects you to look at him with a hint of disappointment, but you don’t. Your finger traces against his skin, making him shiver with anticipation. You smile and whisper words of praise that he can’t quite make out when your lips dip down to his neck.
“I know I’m not much,” Spencer says, the nerves making his voice seem even more scared than he is. He’s never thought of himself as attractive or worthy of love. Spencer supposes that if you go through your entire life without any romance you lose that ability to see yourself worthy of it in the first place. But then again, all he can think of at the moment isn’t all the what ifs and things he’s missed out one. All he can think of is you, looking at him if what he believes are the rosiest colored glasses.
“Don’t say that, lovey,” you whisper, leading your lips dangerously close to his chest. You kiss him, murmuring against his skin, “you’re not allowed to talk bad about the person I love,” you say, continuing to leave marks on his skin. He bites his lip, unsure if you want to hear how much you affect him. A mixture of fear and arousal and temptation courses through his veins.
“Love?” Spencer repeats, the question lingering in the air, “you love me? You love me back?” he says it again like he can’t believe it, but needs to hear it.
“Of course, Spencer. Of course I love you,” you say, whispering against his skin. You continue to leave marks that will bruise my morning. He looks up, watching you with a blissed out look that makes him seem like he’s floaty high above the clouds, “I love you so much,” you whisper, sitting back up against his hips.
“I love you,” Spencer whispers, he’s quiet in the stillness of your room
Spencer looks down at his chest, licking his lips as he sees the plethora of marks you’ve left on his skin. Several bright red marks lay on his upper chest in the shape of a heart. He groans at the realization, which in turn makes you laugh. It’s a sound that delights him.
“See, now you’ll have something to remind you that you belong to him,” you tell him, sitting back on your heels as you help him out of the confines of his pants.
“Please, Y/N,” Spencer says, and though the words aren’t able to articulate immediately, he has a sneaking suspicion that you know what he wants, “I want to make you feel good too,” he requests, his eyes glazed with love and hazy with need.
“Do you?” you chide, “Do you want to feel how good you make me feel?”
“Please,” Spencer begs, whining as you crawl off his legs so he can shimmy out of his pants. You giggle at his eagerness and kiss his cheek. The innocent gesture makes him burn red, something that you’d probably call charming or endearing.
Sitting in his underwear, Spencer watches as you rid yourself of your sweatpants. He’s never seen a anyone naked before and he's not so secretly thankful for his memory. He wishes it was like a movie though, that he’d be able to replay this moment over and ever. Anytime he was sad or lonely he’d be able to listen to your voice calling him sweet names and feel your touch comforting him.
Your lamp sits to his right and the warm, yellow light gives you an incandescent glow. He wants to reach out and touch every curve, every wrinkle and line on your skin. He wants to feel all of you in the places you’re soft and the places you hide from the rest of the world. He wonders to himself if this is what it’s like to meet your soulmate. His heart feels full for the first time, he feels completed.
“You can touch me, Spence,” you whisper, crawling towards him so you sit next to him with your legs and his legs in opposite directions, “I’m all yours, anyway, my love,”
Spencer nods, untrusting of his voice at the moment to reveal all the sweet, yet sinful things he wants to do to you. He feels it in his head, the rush of possibility coupled by the anxiety of desire. It’s like he can feel the sparks fly between the two of you.
“I–I want you to enjoy it,” Spencer whispers, “I just, I’m a virgin. I guess you probably could have guessed that by now,” he muses, “I’m not sure if you’ll still want me,”
You look at him with a broken smile and all the stars in your eyes, “Spencer,” you say his name with this breathless tone that’s already stolen his heart, “We don’t have to go that far, lovey. We have so much time. I’m not letting you go anytime soon. Is there anything you want to do? Hmm, you can tell me, sweetie. I’m not going to judge you?”
His lips feel dry and the words threaten to die in his throat, but there’s also an almost overwhelming amount of love that overtakes him. You kiss his hands, bringing them up to your lips.
“Can I touch you?” Spencer asks, “I just want you to feel good too?” he says, his cheeks flushing at the thought of seeing you come undone at his hands.
“You want to finger me?” you clarify, the crudeness of your words making his entire chest burn crismon. The heart made of hickeys that adorns his chest turns a deeper red and Spencer’s skin feels like it’s going to melt off his body, “With these hands? How could I refuse an offer like that?,” you tell him.
“Please, baby,” Spencer says, the name slipping from his lips before he gets the chance to stop himself. You must like it because you give him a quick kiss on his hands before bringing them to the waistband of your underwear.
“Trust your instincts,” you tell him, offering a word of wisdom, “I love you so much, Spencer that whatever you do it’s probably going to get me off,” you say, your words making Spencer groan with desire.
He brushes his index finger against the fabric of your underwear. Spencer can feel them dampen at his stimulation. He looks at you for advice, but finds you closing your eyes and biting your lip at his touch. Spencer, timid, yet eager, dips his hand through your waistband. He drags your underwear off your legs and gets a boost of confidence when he watches you kick them the rest of the way off.
You mirror his movements as you nibble on his lip, slipping your hand into his underwear as you graze your fingers over his leaking cock. Spencer groans into your shoulder, cursing at the feel of your hands on him. He watches intently as your wrist moves up and down, closing his eyes like he’s hearing a prayer.
“God, you are so hot like this, Spencer. Come on, my sweet boy,” you coo, “I’m not made of glass. I love you so much,” you remind him, kissing along the sensitive markings you made. He groans, hands fisting at the sheets.
He nods, bringing his index finger to your clit grazing against the spot that he knows is a bundle of nerves. It’s not nearly enough, but he knows that. He dips his finger into your folds, feeling himself grow hard again from hearing you whimper from pleasure. Spencer isn’t sure where to look. It’s mesmerizing to watch his finger disappear inside you, but in the same token, you look so beautiful he doesn’t want to miss the way your face contorts with pleasure.
“Oh my god,” you pant, tugging on his hair with one hand. His glasses are askew at his point and his hair is sweaty, but he hardly notices it, “Holy fuck, Spencer,” you curse, as he introduces another finger, making your gasp out loud.
“You are so beautiful,” Spencer says, watching you as he continues to pump in and out with his two fingers. The base of his hand grazes against your clit with the tiniest bit of pressure, “So beautiful,” he says again, twisting himself to kiss you.
“Do you feel how wet you make me?” you whisper, “That’s all you, baby. It’s only for you,” you tell him, your lips meeting him as he continues to finger you, “God, I’m so close,” you pant.
You break from his hair, reaching down to cup his face with pure adoration and love coursing through you. Spencer deepens the kiss, wanting to be closer than is humanly possible. He feels your hands tighten against his face, telling him that you’re nearing your climax. He takes his time, finally finding a rhythm that nearly makes your scream. His thumb rubs circles against your clit, drawing you closer and closer to the edge. He can’t help but grind against your leg, feeling himself approach his own release.
“That’s it,” you tell him, encouraging him to continue, “Oh fuck. Spencer,” you cry out, peppering kisses over his face, blinding him with love and affection. He feels you tighten against his fingers and his eyes are glued to your face. Spencer’s eyes scan over your features. The way sweat collects against your brow, the way you flutter against his finger, and the way your moans ricochete in his mind. He tries to soak it all in. You come against his hand with his fingers still working for you to meet your climax.
It’s almost too much for him and he can’t hardly wrap his mind around what it will be like to actually have sex with you. He feels his cheeks flush at the very thought still. You rest your forehead against his bare chest, heaving with exhaustion. Spencer, reluctantly removes his fingers that are covered in your release. He brings them to his mouth, tasting you on his tongue. You catch it from the corner of your eye, moaning at that sight.
Spencer, unsure what to say, besides an I love you, laughs. He rests his head against the pillows and brings his hands to hover over your back. You lean into him, Spencer kisses whatever exposed skin he can. You’re hot against his lips like molten fire, but somehow you quench his thirst.
“I really do love you,” Spencer says, letting the words hang in the air. His mouth feels dry and it’s like his entire body is on fire, “thank you for being patient with me though, “ I’m sorry I didn’t want to go all the way,” Spencer says, wrapping his arms around your waist and squeezing.
He whispers the tiniest “I love yous” into your skin with kisses. You sit up on your elbows, staring at him. He can see the color of your eyes, thinking to himself that he wants to take you to the nearest paint store to figure out what color they are. Because when he does he’ll paint the entire city that beautiful color.
“Lovey,” you whisper, kissing the bridge of his nose, “I loved what we did today. I’m gonna love you for a lifetime. And then some. Spencer, we have—”
“Forever,” Spencer says, cutting you off and making you smile yet again.
“Forever,” you repeat, leaning your head up to kiss along his jawline, “But you have nothing to worry about, Spencer. God, I don’t think anyone’s gotten me off that fast,” you say a new tremble in your voice, making Spencer smirk with confidence, “Where have you been hiding these from me?” you ask, grabbing his hands, smiling at him with a look that he could only describe as madly in love.
“So I’m ‘God’ now,” Spencer remarks, tracing against your spine as both your heart rates come back to normal, “I’ll take it, even if I prefer lovey or sweetheart,” he teases, twisting his neck to see your bemused expression.
You peck his lips, unable to resist him when he’s so comfortably relaxed like this, “Oh shut up,” you chide, “You’re such a dork,”
“Yeah, but I’m your dork, darling,” Spencer retorts, finally fixing his glasses that are perpetually crooked. His hair is matted against his forehead and his underwear is beyond ruined, “I really hate to end this moment, but I’d really like to shower,” he asks, the nervousness back as quick as it left, “I don’t want to be a bother,”
You roll your eyes, swinging your legs over the bed as your stand. Spencer can’t help but pride himself on your lack of initial balance. He follows your lead, swinging his legs as he stands.
“As long as you’ll hold me when we get out of the shower,” you request, the implications hitting Spencer like a ton of bricks, “And maybe I’ll let you use my shampoo,”
Spencer, sitting on the bed, watches you head into the bathroom before him. It’s adjoining your bedroom and is painted a whimsical green. He can see framed embroidery decorating the wall and glass jars of sweet smelling flowers. He hears you laugh in the distance and finally thinks that he may just have found his home. Your smile, the shy one in the basement, the coy one you gave him in the elevator when he kissed you, the smirk that plays on your lips when you tease him , the deliriously happy one that he knows you wear now, every one of them replays in his head. Whenever you smile, it seems, Spencer can’t help but smile too.
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You have no idea how delighted I am that you've asked!! Writing this ask took so long because I hadn't thought about it too much until you asked and I'm terrible at explaining things lmao
It doesn't really have a plot but it's set in the 2020s (post-Queen era) in Southwest England. Arthur and Feliciano are both in year 10 and knew eachother briefly for quite a long time - mainly through Lloyd (Wales) - but never really got to know eachother until they joined the music club, which it was mandatory to join a club.
They started off as friendly rivals at first but quickly fell inlove after finding out about some common interests (cough cough Queen, old films and those shows like ofmd and good omens cough). They now meet up in the sensory room almost every break and do all sorts of things: snogging, watching the bubble tubes, playing music and reenacting fanfics.
Feliciano is seen as a very bubbly character who lives with his brother Lovino and his wealthy grandfather and gets along with pretty much everyone. Though he gets along with people easily, he is also pretty two-faced and can ruin your life if you snap him bad enough. He is often described as unpredictable, gifted, rich and terryifying/sweet (depending who you ask). He really takes pride in certain subjects which is why he sometimes skips certain classes: because it makes him feel stupid and it's so limited that he feels like he can't be the upmost creative. He is a good friend of one of Arthur's brothers who is also his brother's best friend.
Arthur is seen as either quite reserved or emotional. He is currently in foster care along with his five brothers and it wasn't until he finished primary school that he, Lloyd and Oisin (N.Ireland) were taken into custody of his two eldest brothers, Scott (canon scotland) and Alistair - I'll get to Ciaran in a moment. He loves talking about his fixations: mainly 70/80s bands, history and anything vintage and which also means he gets along with the older people way more easily than people his own age; i'd like to think he's an old soul. Arthur can get quite irritable and reclusive but other times hes awfully polite and sweet; he even gives nicknames to everyone he likes :)
Lloyd is in year 11 and is always busy with gcses and usually hangs out with his Lovino (they're in this weird best friend/situationship thing) after school. Oisin and Ciaran (Ireland) is at college. Oisin comes home late and raids the fridge and usually eats the left overs and they don't see Ciaran as he was placed in a different home but he does see them from time to time and usually tag along whenever theyre going to a restaurant or on holidays abroad. Alistair works at home as a programmer and does most of the house chores since his bedroom is literally the laundry room and when he's doing neither, you'll find him watching twilight or riverdale while drinking irnbru. Scott works with the wealthy which means hes with celebrities half the time and is out for many hours (especially if he has to drive across the country).
Romulus is Feliciano's grandfather and he has been in handful of careers:a musician, a model and currently an actor in alot of popular movies. He's a really sexy silver fox (for a grandpa obviously) but he's also that kind of rich guy who would make awful puns and have the loudest laughs while wearing either pink/blue polo shirts and khaki trousers or black trousers with an unbuttoned shirt, showing his chest hair and golden tanned skin... Lovino is his older brother, and like Lloyd, he's in year 11 and always busy with gcses and hanging out with him after school. He would usually host game nights and house parties with his friends and always introduces them to Feli. Outside parties, friend gatherings and events though, they never really talk or hang out.
Ludwig and Kiku are Feliciano's friend group and they've been really good friends since primary school. Feli loves them to bits and always talk about them to everyone he knows like a proud mother and they all always bring treats they made which they would always eat at lunch times while studying or talking about alot of wholesome, easy topics most of the time. They mainly cook together and talk about anime and shows they've watched but they dont really do anything else since the county is so car dependent and his friends aren't keen on adventure anyway and he gets lonely easily and ends up tagging along with Lovino and Lloyd (even if they don't want him with them).
Alfred and Francis are Arthur's. They're like one of the very few people who manages to get him out of rooms and actually drag him places lol. They have super different tastes but the one thing they all have in common is movies and drama. He used to have a much bigger friend group in year 7 but most of them either moved to college or drifted to other, smaller friend groups so it's just him, Alfie and Franny (just like every year 7 friend group). They all agreed to go to film club so they could just chill out but Arthur changed his choice last minute to music club which they think was out of character but a huge step for him because he's literally a disoriented, paranoid old man in a 15 year old's body who locks himself in empty rooms and needs constant help finding things that are right infront of him (he's not blind btw).
I think that's all I have to say about it! I have alot of weird stories from school so you might see some true stories dhbjkfjih. This is as modern as any of my AUs get and I hope I explained enough! X)
#hetalia#hws england#hws italy#hws wales#engita#itaeng#hws uk bros#There are barely any AUs set in the southwest :(#they specifically read maylor fanfics on wattpad or crackships on ao3
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My hyper fixation is One Piece (both anime and manga) because the characters so interesting and the world building is amazing and there's constantly something new to find and then there's the whole thing that it looks like a childish and happy story about a boy wanting to become the Pirate King and then the show punches you in the gut with serious issues, terrifying concepts, heart ache, and you just can't not care for the characters no matter how minor they are. Oh and the usage of the sounds and the environment, how the animation gets better and better over time, the subtle foreshadowing of the events, the parallels that could be drawn between characters, the usage of colour, how interesting the style is. Sure, it's not perfect, not a single media in this world is, but there are a lot of good things in the series even if Toei Animation messes up things (the notorious anatomy of characters being butchered (if you pull manga panels next to the animated scenes, the difference is huge)) and there are some questionable decisions that were made regarding the characters (its a 23 years old series, a lot of things has changed since it was serialised), the voice acting in the original audio is amazing, the over all story is amazing, the characters are the type you'll love, even the ones that you might hate at first, and like mentioned there's so many things you don't even notice at first glance before you know about certain happenings, and it's amazing how many times you can watch it and still find something new from it, so many details, so many mysteries
It's so nice to have that!
I HAVE A FRIEND WHO REALLY LIKES ONE PIECE TOO!!!!
IM GLAD YOU RAMBLED ABOUT THIS, THANK YOU FOR SHARING IT WITH ME !!!!! <33
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Rose the Hat x Fem! Reader
A/N: Hello lovelies. This very fun write was requested by @mad4thehat-rose
Warnings: Implied domestic violence, violence, violence against children, mentions of major character death, major character death, child death (if you really like Abra and hate Dark AU endings, skip past the top 8 paragraph) I'm warning you all now, it's DARK, sexual content (literally the whole end of this piece is pure smut)
Key: Mo grá is My Love in Irish. I hope you all enjoy!
"Now do you see the consequences to what you've caused bitch child?!!" Rose screamed and she dragged Abra by her hair to Room 237.
"I had him just where I wanted him-" She gestured to Dan's corpse. "And then you had to fuck it all up!! You took everything from me. My sense of security, my dignity, Andi, and not to mention MY Crow or my newest planned recruit! This is all your fault!"
Abra sobbed as Rose shackled her to the floor. It wasn't supposed to end this way. She seen it herself. Rose was supposed to die.
"Are you even listening to me?!" She slapped Abra across the face and shook the girl who's fate was near sealed. "Y-you're a whore! An ugly old whore! My Uncle would of never went with you..that's just the hotel. He was a good man. You deserved what you got. Especially the Crow. I hope it hurts after what you did to the Baseball Boy. You all were cowards and you're the biggest one of them all and now you're all by yourself and have no one else to blame besides you. You killed them. Not me."
Rose sat their in silence for a few moments. Did she really kill her Crow even if it was unintentional? No..she couldn't of. She loved him and the others. She wouldn't try to ever hurt them purposely but had she been so aborbed in her rage to not notice? Deep down she knew it was possible but shoved it aside. He did know that she loved him, didn't she?
Rose giggled at the morbidity of the situation as reality finally started to sink in slightly. It wouldn't be long now until she had her another breakdown. Abra's confident air began to fade at the sound of the laugh.
"You speak of things and people you know nothing about. You're just a fucking child! A dead one at that and it's all you'll ever be to me from now on." She took the knife out of her pocket and stuck it into the ground inches away from Abra's leg.
Abra tensed and closed her eyes before looking at Rose again, the eyes of a strong woman radiating through her. "You're going to hurt me now, aren't you?"
Rose gave a tight lipped grin and leaned over the young girl, her hair going all in Abra's face. "Oh yes." Rose never looked so glad to say those words. She held her knife up sentimentally as thought of all the bloodshed she caused with it over the years. "And now you're going to scream for years." Rose's face turned to that of a scorned psycho as she plunged the knife deep into Abra's femoral artery.
Meanwhile as Abra and Rose's screams faded into the night you stood in your boyfriends apartment, throwing your clothes and belongings into your suitcase.
"I don't know why you think you can just take off and leave because I never said you were allowed to." You tried your best not to let him think he had the upper hand from the beginning.
"Really? I didn't know I was legal property." Your smile was a vicious one. "You should be. A property of the state that is. We all know you're just trying to get attention. All the psychic shit is just a bunch of hocus pocus."
'If you seen and know the things I do, you wouldn't say. Especially because I could save you from your very preventable death in a few months. Keep being a prick though and I won't. ' You thought to yourself and just shrugged his insult off as ignorance.
"Are you even listening to me?" He tugged your hair and you glared, pushing him away. "First, don't touch me. Who gave you permission to do that? And why should I listen to an abusive asshole?"
He took a swig of beer. "You best watch your tone. Wouldn't want to be burned by the fire you're playing with, is that right love?"
"At this rate, I'm not your love. Not now and not ever. I'm not playing games with you ever again. Now if you would excuse me." You picked up your suitcase and made your way towards the doorway but he blocked it.
"You walk out this door and I'm not covering for you. The only reason your family hasn't sent you away yet is because you're living with me. I won't stop them from sending people to come after you if you walk out that door. So best think of your actions now." He threatened.
"Let them send people after me. I don't care. You won't be able to find me. Now move!" You plowed past him, using your suitcase as a defense of sorts.
"Suit yourself, freak." You had your hand on the doorknob when he said it. "I'm not a freak." You whispered softly, tears streaming down your cheeks. "Yes, you are." He pressed. "No. I'm not!" Your grip on the doorknob tightened to the point your fingers were flushed. "Yes! You are!"
"NO I'M NOT!" The door flew off the hinges and broke into minuscule pieces, nearly hitting your now ex boyfriend.
His face dropped and you locked eyes with him, your tears turning from frustrated ones to angry ones before you walked out the door for good. Leaving him to pick up the pieces himself.
"What a dick." You shook your head as you unlocked your car and stuffed your suitcase in the back before driving away.
Meanwhile on the way other side of the country Rose finished up her work on Abra when she felt a blast of steam hit her.
It was enough to make her stop the final collection on the girl's steam. The word 'freak' radiated through her mind as the energy faded off.
"A woman..maybe from the east coast and twenty tops. No matter, I won't be needing her for a long time. I'll let this one hang around for a little bit and see where the road takes her because she's a wanderer. For now-"
She smiled largely as her bloody hands lovingly caressed the cannister of steam as she felt the fine lines on her face fading. "I have my whale."
Part 2
You didn't know how long you were on the road for until you seen the 'WELCOME TO COLORADO.' sign enter your frame of vision. It was snowing hard at almost a white out rate that day and you could barely even see anything ahead of you.
You stopped at the nearest small town called Silverton and got yourself a hotel room and never left the area from that point on. People in Silverton lived by a 'Don't Ask, Don't Tell' and you liked it like that. It was a serne and safe area with mountains farther then the eyes could see on days it didn't snow and little vintage shops that always caught visitors attention because the place was practically stuck in time.
You lived on your own in your own little apartment and a got job where you made good friends. None of them knew about your little gift and if they did, they never said anything to you about it. Just like they never asked about your family either.
You hadn't spoken to your family in at least a year. On that drive to the Colorado High Country, your cellphone ended up getting thrown out the window. You were a woman of your word now and stronger. You meant what you said.
It was a bustling Friday night on the main street shops and you were in your apartment, running a curling iron through your hair as you were getting ready for your night out.
"Is that guy from your work coming?" Y/b/n asked, scrolling through their phone. "No. They scheduled him for nights."
"Aww that's too bad. I was hoping I could maybe set you guys up." The look in their eyes was mischievous and you shook your head.
"How'd I figure?" You were joking but their eyes became seriously. "Because you just do. I don't know how but you do and I think it's cool...I'm sorry, that was personal. I shouldn't of said anything."
"It's fine." You shrugged it off and unplugged the curling iron, leaving it safely on the counter and shut the light off. "Okay, I'm ready to go."
"Sweet." They tossed you your jacket and stepped outside, making their way to your car. Talking about random stuff as they did you.
You were about to chase after them when suddenly you felt cold eyes on the back of your head.
It wasn't someone physically looking at you, you immediately would of picked up on the person's presence. This one felt cold and empty.
You rubbed the sides of your arm and looked both ways. "Y/n! You coming or not?" Your best friend called out from the sidewalk and you nodded slowly. "Yeah..sorry I-"
"Sorry what?" They made their way back towards you. "I thought I seen something." Your friend just smiled at you and giggled. "I think you're just nervous..come on, you'll feel better once we're on the road."
"Yeah..you're probably right." You took their hand in yours as you strolled to their car, having meaningless small talk along the way. The creeper feeling began to fade away and you attempted to brush it off as just your paranoia but something deep down told you it wasn't.
Meanwhile as you attempted to brush off your inner instincts, Rose the Hat sat at the driver side of her RV with a pair of binoculars in her hand.
(I don't see what all the fuss is about. When I was alive if we seen her we wouldn't of even bothered killing her. We would of just turned her.)
Rose squeezed her eyes shut and grasped onto the sides of her seat. "You're not supposed to be this close to me. Or Andi for that matter. You're both gone now. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust."
Crow sat in her passenger seat. "You're right, I am but who's going stop me?" He kicked his feet up on her dashboard.
"What are you doing here?" She refused to look him in the eye. "A visitation of sort but mostly for another reason."
"Which is?" He sighed and rubbed his face. "You got to move on, Rosie." Rose laughed and put the binoculars done and pulled her knife out from underneath her skirt. "Funny." She balanced the blade in between her finger tips, her eyes fixated on it.
"I'm serious darlin'." Tears brimmed out of the corners of her eyes and she attempted to blink the them away, not wanting Crow to see her vulnerable in life or death. "And I was being serious when I say you shouldn't be this close to me."
There was silence for a few moments. "For the love of god, would just say something?" Rose tried her hardest to not sound like she was begging but they both knew she was.
"You've allowed all this hatred to consume you and it made you push people away, even me. After a while, you're going to be lonely if you aren't already which I know you are." Her grey storm of eyes met his intense sea of black ones. "Then why don't you stay with me then?"
There was without a doubt a sentimental amount of a bitter sweet touch in Rose's tonality. Whether it was because of the immense guilt she felt in the aftermath of her crusade on Abra or because she actually was feeling, Crow didn't know.
She reached out to touch his hand, almost as if to see if he was really there infront of her or if he was just some vivid hallucination and he immediately pulled away from her.
Rose looked taken aback, not because she felt her authority was questioned but because he actually had the gall to push her away when for once she actually was willing to admit she needed him.
"As you said to me before, I'm not supposed to be this close to you." Crow Daddy placed his tan hat atop of his head.
"You won't see me anymore after this. At the end of the day Rosie you're going to end up doing whatever you want anyway but just remember, an eternity alone gets very lonely."
Before Rose could say anything Crow was already gone. She looked at herself in her large mirror for a few moments. The phrase 'At the end of the day you're going to end up doing whatever you want anyways.' Ran through her head like a march.
Crow was right about that part. Even when she was with The True at the very beginning stages of her turning, she did just exactly what she wanted whenever she pleased but to admit to being lonely? That was something she'd never do.
'You need steam much more than companionship.' She told herself. 'As much of a whale the bitch child was her taste is starting to get old. You want something new, stronger.'
Rose adjusted her hat and begrudgingly slipped her feet into a pair of shoes. The rube staple she hated the most. "Alright Rosie..let's go get her."
On the other side of town you sat in the corner of the bar you were at. "Come on Y/n! Have some fun!"
You shook your head and shyed back with your phone. "No thanks.." Your bestfriend sat across from you. "You look sad."
"No, it's just-" They took your hand in their own. "You still feel something?" You nodded. "Do you want me to take you home?"
You could smell the alcohol on their breath and you shook your. "No, no. It's okay. I'll get a cab home."
They nodded and wrapped their arms around you tightly. "Be safe, please? It's near Christmas and people are crazier than normal."
"God you're worse than the soccer mom at the elementary school I went too." You scolded joking and planted a kiss on their cheek. "Love you."
"Love you too." You waved to them, slipping your coat on as you stepped outside. You took a breath of relief as you stepped outside and turned on both heels to go hail the taxi down the road when you bumped into someone.
"Well, hi there!" Rose smiled as you looked at her in embarrassment. "I am so sorry. I should of watched where I was going." You went to go pick up her top hat but you didn't like the energy that came off of it. It was dark and cold.
"It's fine, Y/n." Your face flushed of color and Rose gave a look of innocence. "What?" She placed her top hat back on like it was a crown.
"H-how do you know my name?" Her hand was on your wrist and you felt the tell tale urge to pull back but yet you felt so calm. "You really don't think you're the only one around who is special, don't you?"
Your blank expression said it all for her. "Come with me. I'll show you how I'm special." Your inner instincts told you to run but Rose's energy pulled you into a trance like.
"Okay..I'll come with you and you'll show me how your special." Her smile was filled with joyful malice. 'Still got this, Rosie Girl.' She mentally high fived herself. "Yes..and that's just exactly what I'll do."
Part 3
Though Rose the Hat was a woman of many talents, she wasn't near as good at the abduction aspect as Crow or Barry was. There was something in the look of the abducted us eyes, particularly adults, children wasn't near as bothered with, the caused this sense of vulnerablely inside of her.
Whether it was from years of dealing with a drunken father during her childhood that practically beat the emotion out of her, or because it was in fact a part of the role in The True she hadn't done in a while she didn't know.
All she knew was that she had to try the hardest she had in a while to keep a strong face as she did the first part of the job on you. It was a long drive and you cried the whole way to the abandoned agriculture plant she took you to way outside Colorado.
"No! No! No!" You kicked and screamed as Rose carried you over her shoulder out of her trailer and laid you down the ground. "I-i won't tell! Just let me go."
"Sorry darling, it's not personal. You could of had alot of potential it's just that like you rubes, I've got to eat too." She tied the rope around your wrist tightly and you winced, feeling your wrist burn along with your eyes. "Aww look at you..how adorable. I almost forgot how much I liked watching people squirm underneath me." She tightened the last clamp harder than the rest and you shriked.
"A-are you going to hurt me?" It was an answer you already knew as you squirmed underneath her. Rose put a finger up to your lip and shushed you. "As little as I possibly can." She promised.
She ran her thumb over your cheek as if to give you some comfort and raised the knife above her head. You squeezed your eyes shut, expecting to feel pain radiating through your body but nothing happened.
Why couldn't she hurt you? Rose, who considered herself to be quite numb to the feelings of others didn't even know herself. There was something about you, some steamy element that made her feel attached to you like a magnet.
"Damn it!" Rose stuck her knife in the dirt inches away from her leg and stood up, frustratedly running her fingers through her hair. "Ro-"
"Quiet Y/n!" She snapped and paced back and forth. She had to have you for steam. You knew what she was. There was no other way but why was it so damn hard?
Finally she sat down next to you again and took her position. This time when she attempted to grab the knife she could barely even bring herself to pull it out of the ground.
She thought back to Crow. 'An eternity alone is lonely. ' He was right. She was lonely. Every little thing about you reminded her of her family or herself and she wanted to bathe in it and never let you go. If she couldn't have you for steam, she'd keep you for company. She couldn't be alone anymore.
"Fuck it." She began to untie the ropes from around your wrist and ankles, fighting tears back from her eyes. The more she looked at you, the more precious she found you from your bright eyes to your beautiful soul.
"W-what are you doing?" Your eyes stung from all the crying you had done and all the force she used to knock you earlier.
"What does it look like I'm doing, Y/n? Damn you rubes.." She continued to untie you, mumbling to herself as she did so.
You laid in the dirt and just stared at Rose. "D-does that mean I get to go home?" Rose stopped what she was doing and smiled at you, her getting all in your face. "Oh sweetie..who said anything about being able to go home?You're staying with me."
"With you?" You looked at her in disbelief. "Why, of course. Either way sweetheart, you're mine. All mine. You should of figured that before I even got you because what I want, I always get." You didn't like the look in her eyes and attempted to run.
"Oh no you don't." She caught you by your wrist and you kicked at the ground and sobbed. "Let me go! Please..I won't tell. I promise."
"Shh..it's going to be okay. I have something even more special for you love." You shook your head, barely listening to her. "I just wanna go home..please-"
Rose rolled her eye into the back of her head and reached deep down into her dress pocket, pulling out a needle. "You know Y/n, I really didn't want to do this but you left me no choice." She pushed you back down on the ground and you screamed as she held up the needles. "Sleep, that's all this will give you."
You attempted to move her hands away but she was too strong. You felt a tiny pinch on your neck and you felt a wave a calmness come over your body even though you were mentally screaming.
"That's it..just relax." Rose cooed and slowly got off of you. "You'll thank me later for this, believe me. For now just sleep." Your eyes fluttered shut and slowly you began to fall asleep.
Rose caressed your cheek and lifted you up in her arms as she carried you off to her trailer. Thinking of how much you reminded her of a younger version of herself along the way. She too knew how it felt to be scared and alone because you, like her, probably thought you were the only one out there with this gift and she didn't want you to feel that way anymore.
As much as she needed the steam, she also needed someone to love. Being the only empty devil left in America was lonely. Rose already lost her Crow and Andi and she wasn't about to let you out of her grasp either.
The next morning you woke up warmly tucked into Rose's bed with her arms looped around her waist. You knew you should of been afraid and running for the hills. This was the person that just tried to kill you after all but Rose looked so beautiful, almost like an angel.
Her brown tresses flowed behind her like a veil and her facial, though aggressive beautiful, looked at piece. She looked more earthly.
Ever so carefully, you attempted to slide out of her arms but her body felt so warm and her grip on you was strong like cement.
You managed to get part of your shoulder out of the grip when Rose yanked your wrist. You instantaneously rolled over and your face collided into her chest. "Where do you think you're going, Mo grá?"
She didn't sound angry but you had a feeling she had a temper. "N-nowhere." You stuttered, practically feeling her smile. "Good. That's what I expected to hear."
Rose sat up in bed, looking down at you. "How are you feeling?" You furrowed your brows. "How am I feeling? You kidnapped me and tried to fucking kill me. How do you think I'm feeling?! I should be beating the shit out of you."
Rose chuckled and patted the top of your head. "Such violent threats for such a gentle soul..you and I both know you really wouldn't do it. Now, second time and I'm asking and only the truth. How are you feeling?"
"Shaken but that's the best night's sleep I've ever had. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen." You face flushed as the words came flowing out of your mouth and Rose laughed. "Works a little too well sometimes."
She planted a kiss on your forehead and stood up out of her bed. She was completely naked and all you could do was stare.
"What? Clearly it's not the first time you've seen female anatomy my sweet, after all look at yourself." Rose smirked and started a pot of tea.
"I must apologize for what I put you through last night. Normally when I decide who is food, my mind is set on it and there's no going back but you my darling are something special. You have power I haven't felt in a long, long time. I should of found you years ago."
You watched Rose rummage through her cabinets for her box of tea. "So you're a cannibal then?"
"In ways yes, some no. I don't physically eat people. I eat what's up there." She gestured to her crown.
You looked at the walls of her RV and seen pictures of her hidden on the walls. Some of them she was with a man who had dark hair and others a pretty blonde girl. "So is there more of your friends around or-"
"Family. They were MY family and what is tied can never be untied. I'm the last." The reply came off snappily and handed you your cup of tea, flipping the pictures that you seen completely over.
"I'm sorry I didn't mean to pry." Rose waved her empty hand hand dismissively and sat down across from you, her hands almost breaking the handle of the mug she was holding.
"It's not that they don't matter or they're not significant, it's just that it's not something that you should worry about right now." Rose stippled her tea, not wanting you to see the dismay she felt.
"Here's the deal..I'm going to make you an offer Y/n because I need to move and you're steamy." She eyed you up and down. "How old are you, lovely?"
"(Insert whatever age in your twenties you want to be)." You hummed softly and Rose grinned. "What an age. You know I remember being your age once. Long time ago. I felt lonesome too and then I met someone like myself who showed me I wasn't alone. Wasn't crazy. That's how you felt for a long time, didn't you? Your family didn't understand you. No one did."
"I-i..I don't want to talk about it." You crossed your arms and overted eye contact. "Shhh..Mo grá, it's okay. We all have our deep and dark little secrets in our families. That's what I'm offering you. We could make our own family. The little band of misfits we are. No secrets, no judgment. Stay young, eat well, live long."
The next night you were laying with your head in Rose's lap as she rambled on about what would happen after your turning.
"..Normally we'd have an advanced man who would prepare for a situation like this and would be making accommodations to get you your own trailer but for right now we'll have to make due with what we have." Rose brushed off the situation.
"So I'll be living with you?" She grinned. "You have a twinkle in your eye, don't you honeybunch?"
You said nothing and she smiled. "I see everything in that pretty little head of yours. You're a pleaser aren't you? Or at least you were."
"I bow my head to no one. Made it a point not too a while ago." You growled. "Such passion and so fiery..we'll see about that, love. Enough of that though, we have more important things to worry about. Remember, no fear. Embracing it will make it much easier."
You nodded and she laced her fingers through your hair. "Repeat after me Y/n. Lodsam hanti, we are the chosen ones.."
You did as she said although you were only half paying attention. There was something so sacrificial about the act she was performing on you. The phrase 'eat or be eaten' automatically came to mind.
"Y/n!" Rose snapped her finger infront of your face and you tensed. "That's better..now my love, I'm going to show you something even more special then the both of us combined probably."
You raised an eyebrow as she took a bloodied silver cannister out of the pocket in her shall. "This is Abra..my big whale. This little thing thought she could actually get the last word but we clearly both see the end result of that and she taste like spice."
You looked on mortified as she sucked the girl's steam into her mouth. Maybe you shouldn't embrace it. Maybe you'd go with the death option in the end after all, but then you thought of your friends.
You already new that within a few days time you'd become one of the classing 'Missing' posters but at least then, you'd be alive. The other alternative didn't have that peace of mind. Rose would eat you alive if you weren't where you were right now. You didn't have to be in her head to know that.
Your thoughts were broken though when you seen the cloud infront of your face. "Breath deep. A deep as you can."
Ever so carefully, you did. At first you felt nothing and thought all the talk of the pain was just Rose trying to scare you but then you felt a burning sensation in your stomach. It was subtle but enough to make you notice.
Eventually it began to spread to like wildfire. When it reached your lungs it felt like something was choking you from the inside. Fighting to live, to get out of you.
"Ro-" You attempted to choke out her name but failed. "Shhh...it's okay. Embrace it. Let it feed you."
You tried your hardest but it hurt worse than anything you ever felt before. It hurt like you were dying. Your whimpers turned to screams and you practically feel Rose grinned at you.
Your eye balls collapsed and a ball of blue light rolled into your frame of vision. It wasn't long after that you blacked out.
The next morning you woke up in Rose's bed much to your surprise, with your body still intact. You looked the same physically but you felt..different.
Rose opened the door to her trailer and waved. "Well hi there!" You opened your mouth to yell at her. Ask her what it was that she did to but nothing came out. Only the god awful choking.
Rose immediately made her way over to you with a different cannister. "Deep breaths." You took a huff of the steam and the sensation faded.
"That feel better?" You nodded. "You weren't kidding though when you said it hurt." Rose smiled tightly. "It was worth it though, wasn't it?"
"I guess." You shifted uncomfortably, feeling a pit growing inside you and Rose laughed. "You guess? Just wait til you feel the affects of the steam. It'll give you the best night you ever had."
Your face was blank and she furrowed her brows for a moment and smiled. "Oh honey..you're a virgin, aren't you?" You blushed a little bit and she kissed your cheeks. "Nothing to be ashamed of, my sweet. I was one too at one point but that love, was a long time ago."
You nodded but didn't really pay attention. All you wanted was that sensation to be taken away. Rose took her hat off and gently forced you back onto her bed. "May I?"
You nodded, despite the fear radiating through you as she peppered kisses all over your face and neck. Sure you and your ex kissed but never anything like this.
Rose looked down at you as she made her way down to your collar bone. "Normally I'm not very gentle but for you, I'll try."
You nodded as you felt her nip at your skin. She must of been marking you. It was an annoying sensation but not enough to make you feel hurt. If anything, you felt more flustered.
Rose grinned, clearly getting kicks off the whole thing. She continued to work her way down until she eventually ended up at your lower spot.
You tensed and her face softened. "Easy, Mo grá. If you want me to stop, just let me know." You gripped the sheets on the bed tightly as she began to work her magic on you.
You could barely see her head bobbing up and down in between your thighs. All you could focus on was the passion.
"Rosie!" You gasped not even knowing you struck a chord inside her as you felt your cheeks grow warm and red. "It feels..feels-"
"Amazing?" She looked up at you for a moment. "Yes! More! Please!" You begged as your hips involuntarily buckled up down.
Rose reveled in the whole thing. Yet again, silently admitting Crow was right. Realizing the pleasure she had been depriving herself of over the years.
She chuckled and began to teasingly run her fingers over your folds. "So eager yet so impatient. Practically begging for me to fuck you."
You winced at the tease. "D-does it always feel like this?" You stuttered. "Sex?" Rose rasped. "After we take steam yes, but don't worry about that for right now Mo grá. Let me take care of you."
The rest of her face disappeared again as she got back to work, moaning in pleasure the entire time.
It was intense sex but it was gentle. The feeling of her fingers inside you made you scream in ecstasy.
After a while though you felt tired and that pit began to grow in your stomach. "Rose..I-i-i feel something down there. I don't know if I can do it anymore!"
"That's perfectly okay. Cum for me, my sweet." You waited a few moments to see if she planned on moving her hand and you came.
It was electrifying but it felt amazing. You were panting afterwards and beads of sweat were layered onto both of your skin.
"Rose?" You whispered softly. "Yes love?" She pulled your dress down and scooted up next to you, spooning you the closest to her that she could manage.
"I love you." You murmured and her face went blank. You seen her eyes traveling the walls and tried to pick up on just exactly what she was thinking but found a blank canvas.
After a while she finally spoke. "I love you too Y/n." Rose planted a loving kiss on your temple and nuzzled closely to you. Letting the years of pain and anger she felt finally go. Maybe just maybe, moving on wouldn't be so bad after all.
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