#i drew her in the second page top left

[yasmeensh]

Zoo sketching

I went to the zoo yesterday. Can't go without a sketchbook :)

I think the one I brought was too small though... anyways, still served its' purpose. I decided to pack lightly and draw with a pen only (added pencil shadows during down-time). Since it's been a while from the last time I drew seriously, this has pumped me up to keep drawing more.

This bear was napping, woke up and walked in front of us, pooped, and went to it's private room where the zookeeper was waiting. It was spectacular.

[greg-montgomery]

Aaron going through boxes of old stuff and finding a journal of yours from a long time ago. He opens it out of curiosity and reads about how your younger self always wanted to be called princess from a significant other so he tries it out along with buying a nice bouquet of flowers 🤭

Aaron’s cheeks were almost hurting by smiling all day, because he was surrounded by boxes of your belongings that would soon be all over his house. Your house.

One certain box with the word “memories” in capital letters written on it though, drew his attention. Opening it, he was met with a few books, magazines, cards, and concert tickets.

At the bottom of the box, there was a pink journal with your name decorating its cover.

It looked personal, but it also looked like it was from a long time ago. He couldn’t help it, and with his curiosity getting the better of him, he opened it.

The pages were filled with pink glittery letters, little drawings, and stickers of Disney princesses and Barbie characters.

He smiled with affection while turning the pages and seeing what your younger self used to fill her journal with. He almost skipped a page when his eyes fell on the title written on top of it.

“My dream boy!”

Oh, this is gonna be interesting, he thought.

Aaron found himself competing with the ideal version of a boyfriend your teenage self had. He went through every single point you had written down, and mentally checked it.

That version of you, was still part of who you were today, and the last thing he wanted was to disappoint you or not be enough.

Tall – check.

Dark hair – check.

Sweet – check, well to you at least.

Brings me flowers – check.

Calls me princess – not check.

Princess, huh? That was new.

He knew that you were big on pet names, but princess had never occurred to him before.

A smirk grew on his face. It was time to see if your tastes had changed.

--

Just the day after, Aaron made sure to visit a flower shop after work and buy your favorite flowers. If he was gonna try something, he was going to do it right.

He found you sitting on the couch, eating a bag of chips and scrolling on your phone, some show on the TV playing in the background. You left it open for company when he wasn’t there and something inside him stung a little.

“Baby?”

You threw your head back on the couch and looked up at him as he moved closer. “You’re home,” you sighed with a smile. “Missed you.”

“I did too.” He leaned down to kiss you on the lips and brought the flowers he was hiding behind his back in front of you. “That’s why I decided to get some flowers to my princess.”

Your face lightened up at the sight of the beautiful bouquet and the sound of the pet name. “Aaron!”

You stood up on the couch and threw yourself at him, hugging him with a force that could bring down a bear. “Thank you!”

“You like them, honey?”

“I love them.”

Aaron sighed at the feeling of your lips on his neck, as you left little kisses on the curve of it. “Anything for my princess.”

Your face was still hidden in the crook of his neck but Aaron could feel you laughing.

“What are the giggles for?”

“Nothing…”

He pulled back just enough so he could look at your face, and grabbed your chin softly. You averted your eyes from him as if you had something to hide.

“Y/N?”

“It’s nothing!” you insisted. “I just like to be called that,” you added quietly, playing with a button from Aaron’s shirt. You still wouldn’t look at him.

“To be called what?” he asked.

“Princess…”

“I know.” He smirked.

“What do you mean?”

“I read it in your diary.”

“What?” you raised your voice and he couldn’t help but laugh.

“I found it through your old stuff.”

“Aaron, I’m gonna kill you!”

“I’m sorry!”

“No, you’re not. You’re laughing.”

“Oh come on, it got you what you wanted.”

“Shut up,” you said , furrowing your brows.

The two of you sat on the couch and he tried to pull you into his arms. After showing resistance for a few seconds, you let him hold you.

“What else did you read?”

“I saw the whole list. About your dream guy.”

“I don’t remember adding ‘he reads my journal without permission’,” you said.

“I do have all the rest though,” he said with a cocky smile.

“You do, I guess,” you admitted, rolling your eyes. “I was manifesting.”

“I hope you’re happy with the guy the universe sent you then, princess.”

“Ah…” you threw your head back with a lovesick smile. “And it's only getting better.”

[kkcauseway]

Scrubs Up

No outbreak!Joel Miller x F!reader

Summary: 1.4k of pure fluff… it’s just Joel being stupidly cute shaving your legs in the bath, he’s just so fucking cute. Content/warnings: so much flufffff! Joel miller being completely unsubtle, but also being the most doting husband.🫶🏻 no use of y/n, no outbreak.

Main masterlist I Wedding day fluff I Drunk reader fluff

You’re completely at peace in your rose scented bubble blanket. Joel ran you the most amazing bath for when you made it home from work, because as per usual the man knows what you need before you even know you need it yourself. Your boss has been unnecessarily harsh lately, and after calling him on your lunch break and breaking down for the second time this week, he knew he needed to do something to help get your mind off it once you made it home. He even lit all your favourite candles and sat them on the sink, so you were hit with vanilla when you walked into the room- it was a more than necessary amount, but you love him so much for it.

You’re resting in the perfect warm water, eyes closed with you so at peace with finally able to forget about your shitty day and instead you reminisce on your wonderful life with Joel. How amazing he makes you feel and how cute he is for running the bath for you and for ordering Chinese takeout- your favourite.

A knock at the bathroom door draws your attention away from your thoughts. On opening your eyes you’re met with your husband’s gaze as he peers his head round the door smiling at you before walking in and shutting the door behind him. “Hey baby” he utters.

“Hi” you smile at him so happy. Admiring his frame, his messy curly hair that’s just that bit too long, but you find it absolutely perfect and so he won’t cut it, the white t shirt he’s wearing slightly too tight on his biceps, dark blue jeans that hug him just right and feet bare.

When he moves towards you brining over a storage box and sits right at the side of the bath you can’t help but giggle. “What the heck are you doin’?”

“I got bored.”

You laugh “bored?”

“I missed you” he puts that adorable pouty face on that you fell for as he shrugs.

“Baby I’ve been gone like twenty minutes” you kick your legs under the water toes quickly popping out before hiding amongst the bubbles again; he can’t help but stare “s’too long, so v’brought my book in” he holds it up with a smug smile on his face “and m’gonna sit with my baby keep her company.”

“Cutie, but since when do you read?”

He leans over to kiss you briefly “I read plenty thanks” before making himself comfortable sitting back with a groan. You can’t help but stare as he opens his book up and licks his finger in order to turn the page. You just lie back watching for a moment as this man stays fully ‘engrossed’ in his book.

“Is it good?” You quiz playfully into the silence.

“Uhu, yeah great.” It’s the most unenthusiastic response as he licks his finger again and turns the page.

Laughing you add “you know the books upside down, right?”

“Oh, is it?” He peers over the top, chuckling, his eyes unmoving from yours as he turns it the right way. “Ooops, guess I was distracted.”

“Hmmm, anyone would think you drew me this bath just so you could come and perv on me.” You chuckle and the smug look that plasters his face gives you your answer immediately, but he gasps playfully “that’s outrageous.”

You shake your head before throwing it back on a full belly laugh, you couldn’t love him more if you tried. With that he then looks back to the words on the page seemingly engrossed on whatever he’s reading, so you get back to bathing yourself.

When you pick up your razor and lift your left leg to rest on the side of the bath his eyes pop up over the book. You pretend not to notice shaving away, but it isn’t long till his gaze burns. You run the razor along your leg a few more times before chuckling. Turning to look his way his cheeks begin staining red- he knows he’s caught. “If you’re gonna stare the least you could do is offer to do it for me” you jest before laughing again your breasts popping out of the water as you do.

He licks his lips at the sight before shrugging “I’ll do it for yah.”

“You will?”

You didn’t expect that kind of a response from him.

“Course” he closes and puts the book down on the floor before moving his makeshift seat over so he can reach your leg easily.

“This one’s done” you put the leg back into the water “but she’s all yours” you giggle lifting your right leg out. He takes it into his grasp running his large palm up and down the length of it before clasping your foot “you painted ‘em again.” You hum in response as he admires the baby blue polish on your toes. Gently brushing his thumb over the polish on your big toe.

You love that about him, he notices everything, every slight change.

That one hand keeps hold of your foot as he takes the razor from you with the other “now hold still” he urges.

You nod “yes sir,” completely engrossed in the fact he’s actually going to do this for you. You watch intently as he sticks his tongue between his lips and gently runs the razor along your leg in soft, even strokes. It tickles, sending goosebumps to your entire body. How is it possible that him doing something as simple as shaving your leg makes you horny? It’s the intimacy of it, leg hair could be embarrassing, with anyone else you know it would be, but with Joel, he’s always made you feel so beautiful no matter what that it’s normal. You could stay in this moment forever. Every touch is so meaningful, so full of love.

Each glide of the razor is done with so much care. And you can tell he’s enjoying himself the smirk plastered on his face grows as he shaves, and you moan at how much it tickles.

When finished he places the razor back down and you expect he will just drop your leg, but he doesn’t. He rinses it off by cupping some water into his palm and lets it fall over your leg and then he leans down to place the most delicate kiss on your foot, you can’t help but moan. This continues all the way up the side of your leg he kisses, nibbles and licks till he reaches the crease in your knee.

“I love you” he mumbles into the skin there.

“I love you too.” You squeak out, breathless from the moment.

As he pulls his face away from your leg, he gently drops it back into the water “y’ready t’get out now?”

You hum in response, looking up to him with slightly hooded eyes. You could get out yourself you know full well, but you like him doting on you, so instead you make grabby hands at him and force him to help pull you up. He keeps one of your hands in his to help you climb onto the bathmat. He stands with you moving the box out of the way before grabbing your towel and wrapping it around your body, cuddling you close. “Mmmm, you smell like strawberries” he grumbles.

“Your favourite right?” You look up at him with a smile.

He’s always been obsessed with your hair since you first met, the first time you kissed he’d grabbed the back of your head and pulled you to him as your tongues danced with one another. As he pulled away, he placed a delicate kiss to your forehead which is when he first got hit with the strawberry smell. Funnily enough it was the first time you’d used it, and ever since then it’s the only one you’ll use. It binds you together, it’s important, a part of your story, one you hope never to forget. Now all he ever wants to do is bury his face into your hair as he breathes in the strawberry scent. He says it’s one of the things he loves most about you, strawberries.

He meets your eyes with a cheeky smile “anythin’ n’everythin’ to do with you is my favourite gorgeous girl.” And with that he kisses you. “Now come on Chinese will be here soon gotta make sure you’re comfy in bed before it gets here.”

He melts your heart, loving him more is impossible.

Main masterlist I wedding day fluff I drunk reader fluff

[abbyromanoff]

Hi can pls request milf!gp!carol danvers x milf!thicc!reader

ALL ASPECTS

PAIRINGS: Carol Danvers x reader

WORD COUNT: 2498

WARNINGS: smut, fluff, body worship, praise, thigh fucking, milf!R, milf!Carol, teasing, cunnilingus, fucking in front of a mirror, chubby!R, insecure!R, carol has a dick, service top!Carol, fingering, think that’s all :)

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You put your sticky note inside your book with a sigh - you were getting to the good part. The blonde, Michelle, reminded you of your girlfriend with her snarky remarks. Carol never understood why you were so engrossed in those novels, yet she found it adorable when you’d bite your lip and read a page multiple times for reasons she didn’t know.

The brownies would’ve burned if you hadn’t gotten up, so you had no choice. It was a quiet night, although most were ever since your wife got sent out for a two-month mission. Besides your rowdy children who seemed only to know how to make messes, there really was no enjoyment without her. And tonight, your oldest son, Daniel, was sleeping over at his friend’s house while your daughter was beyond ecstatic for her friends to come over and hadn’t left her room for over an hour. The brownies were for them, but she didn’t need to know if you had one or two.

The baby of the house, your four-year-old baby boy, Christian, was at your parent’s house after you gladly accepted their pleas to spend time with their grandchild. While you loved them all to death, you just wanted peace for the night, which meant reading, watching a movie, and sporting a glass of wine before bed.

Right as you were getting ready for a relaxing bubble bath, already checking in on your guests and seeing they were all knocked out, there was a loud bang outside your house. Fear indulged you, speed-walking towards the kitchen as you grabbed the sharp knife from a drawer. Your attention landed on the front door as you heard the knob twisting, trying to open. Your fears were only calmed when you saw your wife of twelve years walk through the entry, head down, as she tried her best to stay silent.

It was only when she looked up did she notice your frantic state, widening her eyes with a chuckle. She lifted her arms and signaled for you to come over, your body still stuck in shock and unable to register what was going on.

“Well? Do I get a hug?” You hurried into her arms after hearing her oh-so-angelic voice, her arms instantly returning your tough hold as one of her hands found its way to your head as she scratched lightly at your scalp. She knew the action always made your muscles relieve their tension as you were finally allowed to release a deep breath.

“You’re home.” You stated the obvious, a small snort coming from the blonde.

“Really? I didn’t notice.” You gave her a small glare before continuing to cuddle in her arms, basking in the warmth she offered even on such a cold night.

“I missed you so much, beautiful.” She murmured, kissing the top of your head and inhaling the scent of your shampoo.

“Mm, ‘missed you too.” The two of you stood there for what seemed like seconds but was really over ten minutes. You felt as though you could fall asleep right there as she hummed thoughtfully, smiling to herself as she admired the ring planted on your finger.

“Where’s your ring?” You asked with furrowed brows after the two of you pulled back, much to your dismay. She reached into her suit where she pulled out a necklace, the ring dangling from the gold material.

“Did you really think I’d lose this thing? I’d be dead the second I stepped inside.” She teased with a grin, receiving an eye roll from your end.

“Come on, Ava and her friends are asleep and I just drew a bath if you’d like to join.” You turned to walk into the hallway that held your shared room, the blonde following closely behind you like a lost puppy.

When you arrived in the master bathroom you shedded your clothes and your wife watched with a lick of her lips. Your bra fell to the floor along with your panties soon after while she slowly did the same, eyes still set on your body. You were always insecure about it, every curve and stretch mark brought a new set of self-hatred, but she loved every inch of you. From your kind soul to your breathtaking body, she didn’t know how she got so lucky.

“So, tell me about your day.” She spoke when settling into the warm water behind you. It wasn’t as hot as you hoped it would be due to your time spent with Carol.

“Well, I picked the kids up from school and helped them with their homework before making dinner. Oh, and Christian is still throwing his food at his siblings.” She chuckled, arms wrapping around your waist as she pulled you in closer.

“That little rascal, he’s gonna drive us up a wall.”

“He already does.” You rested your head on her shoulder and sighed deeply with a small smile, opening your eyes and being greeted by your wife staring back down at you. She brushed a strand of hair out of your face and leaned in to give you a small peck, quickly diving back in for more.

“You look so beautiful, love.” She muttered between each kiss. You shifted in her hold, keeping her close so she couldn’t pull away again. The two of you made out sensually, not caring to quicken your paces as both of you were purely exhausted.

You pulled back for a moment so you could adjust your body, settling on her lap with your legs folded at her side. Your arms wrapped around the back of your neck as you played with her hair. She watched you carefully, biting her lip as her hands rubbed your sides up and down thoughtfully.

“How did I get so lucky to call you mine, hm?” She brought her fingertips to your exposed breasts that had droplets of soap covering them. She pressed her lips against yours once again, although this one was different. You could taste the desire and eagerness coming off of her lips, but it still didn’t replace the love that overpowered them both.

“I wish you could see yourself the way I see you, you’re so perfect.” A blush threatened to make way to your cheeks as you grinned.

“Nobody is perfect.”

“Oh, but that’s not true because whenever I lay my eyes on you I see pure perfection. You have the most forgiving and peaceful soul, even after all that you’ve been through. Your heart is full of love, even when people don’t deserve it. Your eyes, don’t even get me started, I could stare into them for a lifetime and never find myself bored.” You could tell she wasn’t lying, the pure admiration in her features helped prove that. She truly loved you more than anything, and she was so grateful you felt the same way.

“Your body, every marking tells such a beautiful and strong story. I see you trying to hide your stretch marks and scars, but I wish you could love them as much as I do. You’re the reason we have three amazing children, you brought life into this world and every stretch mark shows that. They show strength, life, and happiness; how could I ever wish for that to go away?” You bowed your head down, only to meet her gaze once more as she lifted your chin with her fingers.

“I want to show you just how beautiful you are, but only if you let me.” You nodded, but that wasn’t what she wanted.

“Words, baby, I want to hear how bad you need it.” You whined, wiggling your hips on her slightly hardened cock that was teasingly poking you. She grasped your waist to force you to stop, pressing small kisses against your neck until she was next to your ear.

“Tell me what you want, or you’ll get nothing.” She whispered, feeling your hands grasp onto each side of her face and pull her into you, connecting your mouth with hers once again. You were obsessed with feeling her close to you, you were scared that if you didn’t you’d end up waking up moments later and realizing she was still gone.

Her tongue prodded at your lips as your hips continued to grind on her crotch, she didn’t stop you this time. You threw your head back and she found herself sucking a deep mark into your neck, not caring if you struggled to hide it at a later date, she was just as needy as you.

“I need you, Carol, I need you so bad.” You cried out. You felt her hand interlacing with yours as she guided you to stand up with her, neither of you bothered to dry yourself as she guided you to sit in front of the full-length mirror that was planted near your bed. You shuddered, already knowing what was to come next.

“I need you to be quiet, okay? Don’t want to wake up the girls, now do we?” You shook your head, that was the last thing you wanted.

She ran her hands up and down your thighs, groaning at the plush skin that greeted her. She slowly spread them, licking her lips with hunger as she eyed your cunt. You were dripping, and it wasn’t because of the bath.

She couldn’t stop herself, moving in to lick a small stripe up your folds and earning a hidden moan on your end. She looked up at you with a smirk while her tongue ran small circles on your clit, your hips jutting upwards.

“I want you to look into that mirror,” You did as asked. “And I want you to watch yourself as I make you cum. Then, I want you to tell me just how beautiful you are, I want to hear it.” You nodded with a whisper of agreement, willing to do anything for her touch. She seemed satisfied with your answer and returned to her position, her mouth wrapping around your swollen bud as she teased a singular digit near your hole.

“Fuck, I-”

“Shh, just watch, that’s all I ask.” You struggled to keep your eyes open as she eased her finger inside of you, letting you have a moment to grow used to the accommodation before starting slow thrusts.

You looked at yourself through the reflection, noticing the way your hips created a grind as your mouth parted open. Your arm occasionally twitched as you struggled to hold yourself up, your other hand finding itself braided in your wife’s hair.

“Please- please, Carol.” A second digit soon joined as you let out a choked moan, struggling to keep quiet as she asked.

“You gonna cum, baby?” You nodded rapidly, trying to bring her as close as possible to your heat. She was engrossed in your taste, her tongue sloppily trying to get a marking of every spot possible.

“Mhm!” You removed your hand from her head and covered your mouth, hoping it was a way to silence any noise. She wanted to hear you, but she understood your fear of waking up your daughter or even her friends.

“Tell me you’re beautiful.”

“Carol-”

“If you want to cum then do as I say.” Your legs were shaking and your juices were dripping down her fingers that were moving in and out of you at an incredible pace.

“I-I’m beautiful.”

“No, say it like you mean it.” Tears rushed down your face from the edging, your breathing speeding up as you chased your high.

“I’m beautiful!”

“Again.”

“I’m beautiful!”

“Again!”

“I’m beautiful!” You grew progressively louder with each repeating of the word, sighing happily when she finally let you go, your release hitting you almost instantly.

“Carol- ah!” She kissed each of your thighs softly as you came down from your high, making up blabbered words along the way. Small hickeys were left on your skin, she couldn’t care less if someone was able to see them.

Moments later you found yourself standing on wobbly legs, Carol standing behind you as her cock ran through your thighs, occasionally brushing against your clit and sending waves of pleasure through you.

“Fuck- you’re so fucking perfect, sweetheart.” Her arms wrapped around your waist as your hands interlaced with hers on your stomach. She pressed kisses against the valley of your neck, eying you through the mirror with a small smile.

“You take me so well, Mommy.” She muttered, a whine following soon after. Her breasts bumped against your back as her hips drew back only to push forward once again.

“Please-” You were cut off with a small whimper, her drooling tip teasing your bud causing your eyes to roll back. Her hands explored your body quickly before stopping at your breasts, her fingers pinching and tweaking your hardened nipples.

“Such a pretty Mommy, ‘love you so much.” Her pace was uneven and sloppy as she chased after you, trying to bask in every thrust as her mouth fell open in a silent scream.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck! Oh, god, you feel so good!” She stuffed her face in the brink of your neck, biting down on the skin to quiet herself and causing a hiss of pain from your side.

“‘M sorry, you just- yes! You’re so perfect, Mommy, ‘m so fucking lucky.” Each word that left her mouth had you melting and had your cunt clenching. She was teasing you, really, causing your hand to travel to your clit. Your thumb brushed against her sensitive head, leading her to cry out even more.

“I think- I think I’m gonna cum. C-can I cum? Please? Please, I need it so bad.” You only smiled, admiring her desperate state. Knowing that you were the one who made her so…needy, turned you on even further.

“Yes, yes, yes! Please cum all over me, honey, please.” It only took seconds for her finish to paint your legs, weakened whimpers escaping her. Her hold on you had tightened as she blew out deep breaths, clutching onto any part of you that she could.

“Shit, that was amazing.” She let out, resulting in your agreeance. Her heart was beating fast, sweat covering both of your tired bodies, but she wasn’t done just yet.

“You see how much I love you, baby?” She started. “You’re perfect, at least to me you are. You don’t need to see it yet, but I promise I’m gonna spend the rest of my life proving to you every single day that you’re the only one I want.” She was sincere, and you didn’t know if it was that or her words that created tears.

“I love you so much, Carol.” She liked the way her name rolled off your tongue, it would never get old.

“I love you to the moon and back, darling.” But even that wasn’t true, because she loved you more than that. She loved you like no other, and she hoped someday you’d truly see that.

[msbigredmachine]

New To This - Chapter 12

MASTERLIST

“Yo Parrish, guess what just came in for you!”

Turning towards the office, Delilah allowed the excitement to bubble up inside her knowing exactly what had arrived at her mentor’s doorstep. Accepting the letter from him, she smiled as she opened it up and the details of her new developmental deal stared right back at her. At last, confirmation that in just three months’ time, her life as a struggling Jill-of-all-trades trapped in lowly, boring Pensacola was going to be a thing of the past.

She wanted to share this news with her father. She wished he was here. She would share her joy with her mother, her sister, and the man she loved. She’d already shared with the “other” man in her life, the one that had pushed her this far to begin with. It felt good to tell him, even though every thought of him was plagued with this weird, aching mix of guilt and desire all the time these days.

Ever since she returned from her tryout two weeks ago, Tank noticed there was something off about his star pupil. She was still sharp and solid in the ring and the light in her eyes still seemed to shine for this business. But there was something else weighing her down and he couldn’t figure out what it was. Running his hand over the top of his shorn head, he reached out and snapped his fingers in front of her face, rolling his eyes when she masked her true feelings by playfully blowing a noisy raspberry. "Earth to Miss Parrish. Talk to me. What’s goin’ through your mind right now?" he asked.

With a sigh, Delilah took a seat in the chair across from his desk and crossed her legs in the roomy seat. Letting her eyes skim down the second page of the contract where the finances were detailed, she assessed, "It's a dream come true, Tank. The money's a lot better than I could have hoped, especially for developmental."

Tank nodded in agreement. “Yeah, I woulda killed for this kinda money when I first started out," he agreed, looking over the numbers in the contract. "Fifty-five thousand a year for a rookie, even before tax, ain’t no joke. And with multiple appearances a month on NXT? Not a bad gig, girl. Not bad at all."

"Well it better be, it was hard enough to entice Andre as it is," Delilah said, "The money’s good and all, but I care more about wrestling than anything else. And let’s be realistic. I could spend months, maybe years in the Performance Center before I’m ever let on NXT. It happened to the Rock’s daughter. Other star candidates, too. I’ll just focus on working my ass off until they deem me ready to go."

Tank scoffed at her attempts to downplay her worth. “I might be biased when I say this shit, but them girls can’t lace your boots,” he assured her. “And what’s this talk about enticing Andre? Is he still digging his feet in?” Though she had told him about nearly every fight she'd had with her fiancé since she first stepped through the doors of his gym, Tank had always done his best to keep his professional distance from her relationship. Delilah Parrish was the closest thing he had to a star, and all he was truly concerned about was making sure that she stayed focused and happy.

Blowing out a long breath, she crossed her arms over her legs and drew one knee up to her chest. "In his defense, I am asking him to change his entire life for me," she acknowledged, knowing that it was the only real argument she had. To be honest, she was yet to get a real answer out of Andre since they had started fighting over her dreams, and only left it alone because the fighting had subsided and he seemed to be legitimately putting in more effort for her. He worked out with her when his schedule allowed and accompanied her to a few of her matches. In exchange, she was putting in more effort with their wedding plans, hoping to maybe finally do the deed before the move. Right now, things between the couple were as stable as she could hope for.

Tank, like everyone else she had talked about the situation with, just shook his head. "You a team, right? Ain’t that what gettin’ married is?" When she rolled her eyes, he chuckled. "Yeah, that's why I never did it and never will. Honestly, though, Dee, I think you need to talk to him about it. Ask him, point blank, exactly what his issues are. See if you guys can work through them between now and when you move."

Maybe they could. But did she really want to start bringing up old dirt again now that there was some semblance of harmony between her and Andre? If anything, these days, the burden of their tension was shifted to her. Because two weeks had passed and she still had no answers. The realization was more powerful than ever. Her relationship with Andre had been forever changed by what she did with Josh and it was only a matter of time before Andre found out. And if, when, that happened, there would be no more fixing anything.

Especially not with her currently bookmarking the coordinates to a location just sent by said lover of hers, who was back in town and asking her to come over.

Delilah looked up from her phone, swallowing down the emotion climbing up her throat. "And if we can't work through them? What happens then?" she asked Tank.

Her voice was so fragile, like a little child, that he fought the urge to hug her and tell her it would all be okay. "You'll figure it out. Just know that I’ll be there for whatever you need regardless," was all he offered, fully aware that she was an adult and ultimately, her personal decisions were hers.

Delilah nodded, grateful for his mentorship yet eager to change the subject before she said something she regretted. "Thanks. So, now that I'm using a submission move as my finisher, I think I need more work on my core strength…" 

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“Oh my god, stop,” Delilah panted, her voice stuck somewhere between a giggle and a gasp as he dramatically peppered her face and neck with pecks and kisses, his big hands all over her naked body.

“Mmm, you make the prettiest sounds when you come for me, mama,” Josh murmured, caressing her breast, their little play fight quickly becoming more serious as he switched to slower, much more passionate kisses that had her moaning into his mouth, “So damn pretty, make me wanna go another round...”

Delilah cupped his face in her small hands, her thumbs smoothing over his beard as she forced him to focus on her words, “Babe, chill…I need to recover a bit. You’re a…lot…to take in.”

Josh grinned proudly. “I’ll take that as a compliment,” he said, rewarding her with one more long, charged kiss before tapping her ass and pulling out of her with a quiet groan. Delilah rolled onto her back and stretched out on the plushness of the sofa, watching him slide his briefs back on. The sunlight streaming from the window illuminated his tatted back muscles and toned legs, the scrumptiousness of them making her squeeze her thighs together from lust and seriously tempting her to drag him back onto the sofa and take up his offer for round two.

Slipping into his t-shirt, she followed him out of the conversation pit and to the kitchen island where he was pouring two glasses of Merlot. "This is a really nice place, Josh," she complimented, finally getting to look around since they had barely made it past the front door before they were all over each other like dogs in heat. "I like that there's not much furniture yet. Just the bare essentials but it gives the house a more open layout than it already is."

"Thanks, I love it," Josh answered, handing her a glass of wine as she perched on the stool next to him, his eyes on his iPad showing his backstage promo with Bron Breakker on YouTube. "I can just come in and chill when I get tired of Atlanta. A couple minutes’ drive to the beach, nice little pool outside and gym area. It’s the perfect escape, uce." He gave her a long look. “Shame you won’t be around these parts no more, though.”

Delilah laughed and kissed her teeth. “Not you talkin’ like you don’t got other reasons for coming to Pensacola. And I see me definitely coming back to visit every once in a while. My mama and sister are here. You got family here, too, right?”

“Yeah, but it ain’t the same.” It was a silly thing to say considering the fact that despite her being here with him right now, Delilah was still all about Andre. Josh knew that. Even when she was with him in Orlando, he had sensed that her fiancé was still very much on her mind. But he had to admit that deep down he was happy that Andre was being a giant asshole, that the dude clearly didn't know what he had in this beautiful woman who was going places, that she had ended up seeking comfort in his arms and still was. 

Moving on quickly so she couldn’t react to his statement, he reached into his open carry-on suitcase and pulled out a gift bag. “Oh, by the way, I got you something," he announced. Sliding the gift box labeled Swarovski over to her, he chuckled at the gasp she let out, a bewildered look on her face.

“What’s this?” she inquired, looking over at him with wide eyes.

"Just a lil' sumn to celebrate your brand new contract as a WWE Superstar. We co-workers now, girl," he said with a big smile, watching her loosen the ribbon from the box and remove the lid. Nestled in velvet was a simple diamond necklace with a matching bracelet and earrings, the stones gleaming with flawless clarity. His heart warmed at her facial expressions and her happy smile as she looked up at him.

“You didn’t have to do this. You’ve already helped me so much, Josh,” Delilah insisted, her voice thickening with emotion. “You’re the reason I got this contract, the reason I’m about to start living my dream. I can’t begin to tell you just how grateful I am for you.”

Josh felt a smile of his own touch his lips. “Nah, baby. You did that,” he replied tenderly. “You’re the one who made the decision to follow your dreams. I just…made a few suggestions, ain’t nothin’-”

He was silenced by Delilah flinging her arms around him, her body angling to face him as she tucked her face in the crook of his neck. In turn, his hand lowered down to her hip, holding her close as he brushed his lips over her temple. 

“I take it you like it?” he asked.

“I love it. Thank you,” she whispered back. She would figure out how to explain away the gift to Andre, but right now she was consumed with gratitude, and maybe something else for this wonderful gesture from a man who, despite the complication between them, had grown into one of her closest friends. 

Her phone buzzing from across the room interrupted their embrace. Her reluctance to unhand him for the few seconds it took to retrieve the device humored Josh as he watched her slide off the seat, his gaze fixated on the tantalizing sway of her hips and ass still visible through his shirt that was baggy on her.

Delilah winced as she found her phone face down on the floor by the couch, no doubt knocked off while they were knocking boots. She was relieved to see the screen wasn’t cracked and even more relieved to see that the notifications were only from her favorite wrestling gossip blog and nothing more serious or concerning.

Or so she thought.

Gossip Gworl Piping Hot Tea: Exclusive pics of Jey Uso and his (ex?) wife Tameka.

She should have cleared out the notification, knowing full well of the drama that was about to be unleashed. But her curiosity was too great. With jolted nerves, she unlocked her phone to read the article.

Several pictures, at least six in number, of Josh and another woman sitting cozily in some park. His wife, according to the comments. They were recent pics as well, just last week. Wearing sunglasses and a SnapBack backwards on his head, his arm was looped around her neck with their fingers linked together. Delilah’s heart raced faster, her fingers shaky as she scrolled through more pictures, of him and her sitting in a circle with whom she assumed were their sons…Of him kissing her cheek, a big grin on her face as she adjusted her sun hat...

It was a steep drop, the plummet of her stomach. A dull ache that materialized in her chest and only seemed to grow stronger with each breath she took. Yet somehow, with this suffocating myriad of emotions swelling inside her, she still managed to put one foot in front of the other, her numb legs steering her towards the kitchen in search of answers she already knew she wouldn’t like.

“You ready to eat, bae? I did my best makin’ this chili con carne so don't-” Josh turned around, startled to find her right in front of him with her phone in his face. 

“That’s your wife, right? The one you’re still separated and not divorced from?” Delilah questioned, her tone accusing. She watched his eyes frantically scan her phone, and his reaction told her everything she needed to know.

Josh sighed, reluctantly meeting her fiery glare. “Babe…We was at an event with our kids. We…we had to put up a united front…”

She smiled, the wry stretch of her full lips devoid of any humor. “Mm-hmm. That looks real united to me.” Stomping back over to the living room area, she stripped off his t-shirt and grabbed her clothes. “I gotta go,” she murmured.

“Baby…Dee, wait,” Josh trailed behind her, making one excuse or the other, but she tuned him out, focusing on getting dressed and packing her things and getting the fuck out of there. 

He wasn’t even to blame, not fully at least. This was on her. She had been so enamored with him and his aura, swept up in his sweet talk and his gestures and the dizzying sex that she had forgotten she was messing around with what was essentially a married man. This was the bitter dose of reality that she sorely needed, and she was grabbing onto it tightly with both hands.

Josh was still following her around like a lost puppy; he was starting to babble, his words tumbling over one another as he tried to plead his case. But she didn’t want to hear it. She couldn’t hear it. Swinging her backpack over her shoulder, she brushed past him only to be stopped by his hand catching her arm. “Delilah, look at me, please,” he implored, “Let me explain-”

Delilah shook her head, calmly extricating herself from his grasp. “There’s nothing to explain. I shouldn’t be here. I should never have been here, so I’m going home.” Her gaze fell on the gift box sitting abandoned on the countertop, and she felt like an even bigger fool. She pointed at it as she finally looked him in the face. “And that belongs to your wife. Not me.”

Ignoring the wounded look in his eyes, she made a beeline for the front door, fighting to shake off the burn of his eyes on her as she yanked the door open without another word and fled. Half-expecting him to come after her, she was ultimately grateful that he didn’t; the last thing she wanted was for him to see the anguish on her face.

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Later that evening, Delilah was curled up in the loveseat watching Andre, blissfully unaware of his fiancée’s turmoil as he threw his head back laughing at a Chris Rock special on TV. For the first time in ages, she looked at him, really looked at him. A huge ball of emotion swelled up in her throat, and she had to blink rapidly to keep her tears from spilling down her cheeks for the umpeenth time in just a couple of hours.

She couldn't lose him. She couldn't bear to lose the most stable relationship she had ever had in her life. She had fucked up badly, but he didn't know that, therefore there was still time to fix it.

"I love you," she blurted out.

Andre looked over at her, the confusion in his eyes quickly giving way to a tender smile. "I love you too, baby."

Delilah stood up and pulled her tank top over her head, exposing her breasts. Her shorts soon followed before she made her way over. She snatched the remote from his unsuspecting hands, tossing it somewhere. He looked even more confused now, but she straddled his body before he had time to react. Leaning down, she cupped his face and kissed him with all the purpose and passion she could muster. Her tongue invaded his mouth, catching him off guard. She had never kissed him like that; it was as if she was trying to devour him whole. Her fingernails raked across his bare, toned chest, causing him to wince a little, but she didn't stop. He moaned into her mouth as she rolled her ass against his covered crotch, maneuvering him so that they both fell across the couch with her on top. 

"I want you, Daddy. Touch me," she commanded, breathless.

It was more of an order than a request, one Andre eagerly obeyed by letting his hands roam over her bare breasts down to the silky material that barely covered her plump backside. Impatient, Delilah shoved her hand inside his pants, her grip firm on the long, hard erection that was aching to be inside her. Releasing it from its confines, she stroked him eagerly, lowering her mouth and spitting on the head.

"Whoa, Dee," Andre choked out in surprise, trying to catch his bearings. "This some OnlyFans shit you got goin’ on…"

Delilah ignored him as she continued her oral attack, sucking his dick from base to head and back down. It was a striking contrast between the tight seal of her lips and the pain of her teeth scraping his hard flesh that had him groaning and squirming from pleasure. A couple of minutes passed before she climbed back on top of him and slid his dick as deep inside her as possible. With her hands planted on his chest holding him down, she rode him wildly, their heavy breathing met only with the sound of the worn couch creaking beneath their writhing weights. Her eyes fluttered shut as Andre grabbed her hips and thrust harder inside her, her mouth falling open in a groan as he hit that one sweet spot that made her eyes water. She opened her eyes to look down at him, her heart lurching when instead another pair of eyes was staring back at her.

“No,” she hissed, burying her face in Andre's neck as she bounced on him with increasing desperation, trying to focus on the man groaning underneath her. She grabbed his hand from her breast and guided it down between her legs, making his fingers work her clit like Josh would do. His face haunted her, the memory of him hunting her down until all she could do was let the pleasure consume her as she climaxed hard. Underneath her, Andre’s body jerked as he emptied into her with a strangled moan, his warm seed splashing deep inside her walls. Delilah shivered as her pussy clenched and unclenched, making a mess between them as they drained each other to the last drop. When it was over, she collapsed on his torso, briefly disoriented from the sheer strength of her orgasm.

"Dre…"

Andre ran his hands along her back and kissed the top of her head, weaving his fingers through her hair. "Damn, baby. We been fucking so good lately, so spontaneous. I love it," he lauded her with a kiss on her lips.

Delilah rolled off of him and stared blankly at the ceiling. Now what? This was supposed to fix everything. This was supposed to bring them back to normal. Supposed to erase what she had done with Josh. But nothing had changed. Nothing was different. Everything was very much still the same. And all that was left was a painfully gnawing feeling she was now convinced would never go away.

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Are some RoR/SnV artists aware that they are supporting A p3do and a tracer?(Beware of Rebjastonia)

TW: mentions of minors being depicted in disturbing scenarios

(Disclaimer:Do not witchhunt or cyberbully ANYONE i mentioned in this post. Also, everything I state in this post is alleged, I am not the government, I am not the law, everything stated in this post is alleged)

Hello, normally you would see fanart for various fandoms but most notably Record of Ragnarok. This post? this is not something I would normally do but I wanted to spread awareness about an artist by the name of Rebjastonia. Some of you may be familiar with this person but if you dont know who Rebjastonia is, she is an artist known for her Record of Ragnarok ocs, especially this one here

This girlie here is Femit, “the 14th valkyrie” and the daughter of Adamas. Ok here is when it gets interesting, “she is the youngest valkyrie, even younger than Göll and she is often hidden.” My problem with Femit is that she doesn’t even look that young at all and second, there are canonly only 13 valks in Record Of Ragnarok, and obviously Göll being the youngest. You cant even add another valkyrie to the story unless if its an au of who were the original valkyries before the ones we all know and love in RoR. (unless if you count Zerofuku from round 6)

MOVING ON TO THE MOST IMPORTANT PARTS

When I scrolled in her profile, I noticed some of her art looked off. Some of you fellow viewers may ask “Caro, is there anything wrong with any of her works” well, the mold grows here….

Take a closer look at this gentleman by the name of Sobek, the egyptian crocodile god…. I dont fucking remember im sorry.

If you look closely, you could even find this oc’s pose familiar. You guessed it, the official render of Adam from the anime.

the two images laid on top of each other

As you can see, the entire posture of the oc and the official render is almost nearly identical but the only difference from the original image is that Sobek’s arm is more closer to his hip.

Here is another example(I am not going to share the name of the original artist for the sole purpose of protecting people’s privacy. Rebjastonia’s may have a few differences but the similarities are still rather uncanny)

WARNING:THE NEXT PART MAY BE DISTURBING FOR SOME VIEWERS

This is the most serious part here. While I was scrolling in her deviant art page, I found something very messed up…… I am not gonna bother sharing the actual image, even if I censor it but I will show you the description and the title of the drawing.

“But Carolina, arent the characters depicted as adults in that image you speak of?” Well, the aging up excuse is a tactic that some NSFW artists and proshippers use to depict minors in nasty situations yet they never change anything at all and thats similar to what was shown in the image Rebjastonia drew.

Take a quick look at Souji and Goll

And here is what was said about them

I know some of you may say “waaaaaaa but they're 1800 years old” yeah, thats the same old excuse that proshippers use but the character’s soul is still inside a child’s body.

In conclusion, if you still want to support Rebjastonia, it’s completely up to you but please think twice and be aware of her actions and the warnings about her stated in this post.

(UPDATE 2/28/24) It comes to my attention that she left the internet, she deleted every single post on her facebook, her deviantart along with a blacked out pfp, but somehow her insta is still up, it just has nothing on there.

[calicough]

maybe if – hazel callahan

— maybe if she did things differently.

angst. architecture student!hazel.

hazel's hands never left the paper laid on top of her drafting table while she took a sip of her coffee. the tip of her pencil gliding and making strokes across the surface, erasing and redrawing the lines that she wasn't satisfied with, keeping in mind her professor's criticisms on her concept design. her project was "too ambitious" according to her professor, but a "refreshing idea" nonetheless. hazel understood where her professor was coming from. designing a cafe that drew inspiration from japanese, baroque, and modern architecture was bound to look... messy. she settled with a modern japanese cafe, afraid to risk her grade with her modern baroque idea.

hazel callahan was not scared to take risks. that word was never a part of her vocabulary. i mean her high school life consisted of broken noses, sore ribs, dead football players, and tiny explosives that she loved creating. but that was until you left her tear-streaked face standing by the sidewalk. the streetlights illuminated your shaking figure, head down and arms wrapped around your body. you grew smaller and smaller until hazel can no longer see you.

feeling her neck starting to cramp, she placed her pencil down and cracked her fingers before stretching her neck and her entire body to release the tension that accumulated in her muscles. she picked up her notebook that was on her bed and flipped through its pages to look back at her drafts, gathering inspiration on how the cafe's interior should look like. after stopping on a certain page, she noticed a doodle drawn at the lower left-hand corner. it was a doodle of one of your favorite characters. they were the only thing that you could draw. hazel chuckled as she gently caressed the drawing, afraid that it will disappear.

she remembers a portion of that night, a month before graduation. "hazel..." your voice wavered as you sucked in a breath. "i think it's time that we end this."

"what?" was all that she could muster out after a long silence. hearing those words felt like her heart jumped off a tall building, shattering into million pieces as it hit the ground. the tears forming in her eyes was blurring her vision of you. what did you mean by that? this has to be some kind of a joke, right? "are you serious?" she looked straight into your eyes, searching that mischievous glint that would appear whenever you're pranking her. but it wasn't there. you were actually serious.

"i don't want to pull you down with me," you told her. hazel didn't understand it back then. she thought it would be a nice surprise to let you know that she'd be enrolling in the same university as you. she thought that you'd be delighted if you learned that she rejected the offer of one of the top architectural universities in the world just because she wanted to spend her time with you and be near you. but you weren't happy. and she understands that now. she would also be angry if you didn't grab the opportunities laid out in front of you, if you didn't follow your dreams. "i don't want you to risk everything that you ever hoped for and dreamed of just for me."

hazel closed her eyes as you walked away from her and prayed that it wasn't real. that in any second, you would wake her up from this nightmare. that when she opens her eyes, you are right in front of her with that golden smile that adorns your features. as she opened her eyes, she was greeted by the walls of her dorm room. of course you weren't there.

hazel did accept the offer two days after you broke up, hoping that it'll somehow magically fix your relationship. but the damage was done and she is now staring at your doodle in her notebook. smiling to herself, she placed her notebook down on the table and returned to drawing, hoping that you're doing well wherever you are. that you're happy.

if only she had done things differently back then. maybe if she didn't outright reject the offer from the university. maybe if she took her dreams a little more seriously. maybe one day, if by some chance fate decided to bring you back together, she'll show you how much she had changed. hopefully, she'd be able to hold you in her arms and never let you go again.

aahhh!! this was inspired by the kdrama our beloved summer and the song maybe if by bibi. i rlly like the idea of architect hazel hihi she'd look so cute carrying that big blueprint tube. anyways, i hope you guys enjoyed this one! and thank you for all the love on my first work, it rlly means a lot to me :] <3

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CHRISTMAS CAME EARLY 🎄🥹 @floonasif-blog (floonasif_art on Instagram) drew this scene from my fic and it looks so wholesome and cute 😭

It's from Chapter 11 of my fic, To Live and Love Our Way (still a WIP). There's an excerpt of this scene below (the full fic is 🔞 but this passage is SFW).

I had almost forgotten it was Christmas morning when I rolled out of bed. Ochako’s parents said goodbye to me the afternoon before when they left for Hokkaido, so I was alone. I grabbed a shirt off the floor—the one that had the phone with the heart-envelope emoji on it—and tossed it on along with my skirt before opening the door. I was still sleepy and wasn’t paying attention, and so I almost stepped on the wrapped present that somebody had left in front of my door. There was a tag on the front that just said “TOGA”. It had never crossed my mind that anybody would get my anything. I picked it up and tore off the red and green paper. At the top of the box was a card.

Dear Toga, We’re sorry we couldn’t have you with us for Christmas, but we still wanted to celebrate with you. We saved up to get you something that we thought might help you out. We hope you like it. Merry Christmas! – Izuku and Ochako ❤️ P.S.: When you’re done setting up your gift, give us a video call.

A video call!? I tore away the tissue paper insiode the box and saw my reflection in the black glass of a smartphone screen. I couldn’t believe it. They were still students! And they were saving up to buy me a smartphone? I fished the user guide out from underneath the phone and flipped to the quick setup page. “Push and hold down the side button to turn on.” I did, holding my thumb against it and, after two seconds, the screen lit up with a soft white glow. The word “Welcome” faded onto the screen in English, then in Japanese, then in a bunch of other languages. I tapped through the setup instructions, popping the SIM card out of my old phone and sliding it into the new one. Four bars popped up in the top right corner, and the screen advanced to the next step. “Set up your profile?” I tapped yes. It asked me for my given and family name. Himiko Toga , I typed. This was already so much faster than on my flip phone. I tapped the little silhouetted head icon, and the front-facing camera opened up. I was startled to see myself, but I flashed a small smile and took a picture. My head appeared in a little circle next to my name. I tapped to go to the next step. “Thank you, Himiko,” the phone screen said. That made me smile. I knew it was just preprogrammed to say that, but it still made me happy. The message faded out, and it asked me a new question. “Import contacts?” I tapped yes again. There weren’t many on my old phone—just Ochako and her parents, and that was basically it. There was a little spinning circle icon in the center of the screen, and then it disappeared, replaced by a check mark. “You’re all set!” the screen said, before fading to the home page, with little rounded squares for all the apps that came with my new phone. When you’re done setting up your gift, give us a video call. Where was that? I tapped the icon that looked like a TV camera, and saw my face again, along with a couple of phone numbers: Ochako’s was at the top. I tapped it, and heard a ringing sound. My face filled the screen as I waited for them to pick up. It rang once, then a second time, then a third. And then, ping . My face shrunk down into the bottom corner and Ochako’s face took up the screen instead. Izuku was looking over her shoulder, and someone else—I guess Izuku’s mom—waved from behind them both. “Merry Christmas, Toga!” they all shouted at once. I smiled and held back tears. I had never had a good Christmas before. This was something totally new, and even though we weren’t physically together, I wasn’t going to have to spend it alone after all. We all sat talking on the phone for an hour until my phone ran out of battery. I grabbed the charger out of the box and plugged it into the wall. After a minute, the screen came back to life. I saw a text from Ochako.

Ochako [09:17]: I guess your phone ran out of battery? It was still great talking to you! You can call us back later if you want to? Himiko [09:17]: I might later, I still need to figure out all of these apps Ochako [09:18]: Okay, that makes sense! I hope you like it! Himiko [09:18]: I love it. Thank you so much, Ochako <3 You and Izuku made this Christmas so wonderful

[cookieeks-art]

Here’s a little project I worked on last year, but kinda, forgot to post? It’s a fake Red shoes art book spread for Edda! The composition, and art styles used, is mainly based on Snow White first page, and Arthur's second page from the actual art book, including of course the artist featured in them (aka Jeon Mi-jin (전미진) who drew the art that the art on the first page and the drawing to the top right on the second page is based on, Kim Sang-jin (김상진) aka Jin Kim who drew the art that the first drawing and the four lower drawings in the second page are based on, and Choi Minjeong (최민정) who drew the the art that the top middle drawing on the second page is based on.) (I had to use Google translate to get the names in the Latin alphabet, so I apologise if there’s any mistakes, I tried to keep the Korean name order for all the names, with the exception of Jin Kim.) [EDIT: I took a closer look Arthur’s first page today and realised that it served as a bigger inspiration for the first page that I drew then I remembered when first posting this, so shout out to that page as well which have two drawings made by Jeon Mi-jin and Choi Minjeong respectively.]

If you’ve been around for a bit you might also notice that two of the drawings on the second page are redraws of older sketches, which I mostly did as a fun treat for myself, since I find redrawing old art pretty fun. I also took this opportunity to give Harriet’s clothes a small makeover, taking some inspiration from Snow herself, a bit from the shapes of Drottning Kristinas gowns (like the drape around her shoulders and how puffy their arms are, and the general shape of the collar), and most likely from looking at details of other dresses I can’t recall at the moment (I do specifically remember looking up images of historical lace collars to get an idea of how they could look, but I don’t remember if I looked at a specific site or what sites I could have looked at in that case). I tried to keep it relatively simple with some spots for details, but looking at it now I’m not entirely sure how well it would fit the movies vine fashion wise (both Regina’s and Snow’s dresses both feel pretty modern to my amateur eyes looking at the cuts and shapes), then again I guess I can always say that the fashion is different kingdom to kingdom I suppose.

Also small shout out to Kay @the-moonlightknight who was someone who helped years ago to actually put words to Eddas personality back when I had to make a reference sheet for a discords event, which is the reference I went back to and used small parts of when writing the text for the first page.

(ID in alt and under the cut)

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Two fake Red shoes art-book pages depicting my oc Edda and Harriet (A pale chubby woman, with deep eyebags, brown hair and grey eyes).

The first shows Harriet, dressed in a blue dress with lace and snowflake themed embroidery, wearing a crown and matching necklace, with her hair up in a ponytail, is looking forlornly at the viewer, her hands held before her. Edda, dressed in her casual while fluffy shirt, dark muddy red skirt and bodice, and brown leather boots, is looking to the side with a lopsided smile and holding out her knife. Cookieek is written under both of them. Behind them is a wavy dark red graphic with a pattern of thin leaves. In the bottom right corner is two patterns running side by side, one of simple tight stitches, and a more detailed snowflake inspired embroidery pattern. To the upper right of the page is a block of text titled “Edda & Harriet”, and reading: “Edda is a wise woman in the woods that Arthur stumbles upon after entering Frode kingdom to search for it’s missing princess. Edda is also the identity taken on by said missing Princess Harriet after she was able to leave the castle behind. Her life as a mistreated princess has left her jaded and with a distain for nobility and royalty, but her escape has given her hope for a better life. In leaving the identity as Harriet Edda has made a big change in her way of dress, as well as letting the mask she’d been forced into as a royal slip. She’s determined, eccentric, and considerate, with a hunger for magic knowledge. At first she doesn’t realise she’s falling for Arthur, taken in by his ridiculous yet sensitive personality and his way of smiling, but when she does she’s sure she can’t tell him at risk of making things uncomfortable between them. She doesn’t realise that a lot of the ridiculous things Arthur has done has been to show love for her, and that they are both just as willing to sacrifice themselves for the other.”

The second is a page with drawings of Edda and Harriet. The first is a grey scale drawing Harriet looking mentally exhausted, with a thousand yard stare in a profile view. Second is a head shot of Harriet crying in a blue frilly nightgown as pale hands with long nails grip the sides of her face, tips of light brown hair hovering above her. Third is a drawing of Edda sitting and talking to someone while smiling as if she’s about to laugh. Fourth is a collection of greyscale drawings of Edda making a few expressions, such as: 1, looking intrigued while grinning sinisterly with a shadow over her eyes as she holds her chin, 2, looking in awe of something with shine in her eyes, her hands hovering in front of her, 3, looking embarrassed and startled, a blush across her face and her fist held to her chest, 4, scowling deeply with a dark shadow over her eyes. Cookieek is written under all of the images.

End of ID]

[herotome]

Finally-official-devlog #112

Also known as FOD112 hi-ho, Wudge here.

Gosh there's just. So much. I'm actually drafting this devlog a few days early so that I'm not suddenly overwhelmed on devlog Tuesday again. But without further ado-

This is the big cheese right here -- each character has their own layer, each character's clothes and expressions have their own layers, and there's a separate layer for the soft orange lighting on top of it all. 😭

On that note, here's most of the individual image files that create the CG with their powers (and my code) combined:

And since this is a cropped version of a BIGGER CG (featuring ALL the love interests sitting together), I had to tinker with the position code a great deal to properly feature these three goons Of course it was worth it of course twas merely at the cost of all my energy and sanity at the prospect of eventually possibly also adding in blinks and expression changes--

Mad props as usual to the sweetwonderfulamazing Remnantation who first completed this CG -checks watch- sometime last year! With some additional edits by me since then~

And, did you happen to notice something new in the lower right?

Tadah... a brand new click-to-continue icon animation! I made (mostly) all by myself! The lil sparkle burst is free from production crate, but I drew the star and added the rotation code... ... Honestly, the hardest and most time-consuming part of this was finalizing the design. Originally I was gonna make it rotate 45 degrees, flip, rotate 45 more degrees, flip, etc-- and messed with that concept for several hours before scrapping it for a simpler, more graceful idea. :| Part of the process, I gots to tell myself, part of the process...

Next up is Jade's powers, as you may have seen in the preview last week. Much like the CTC animation, I did a lot of research on other ideas - various glowing VFX like vertical veins across the cheeks and smoky rising from the eyes, as well as a bigger low opacity character zoom effect - before settling on something simple. Jade's power usage here is... pretty mild in context, and I figure I can always store the more dramatic animations for later in the story.

Here's a still of the effect btw:

Her eyes look like headlights lmaooo. Honk honk!

Do I have more to update with? Believe it or not, yes.

I made some icons, which took a fair amount of trial and error: on the left you'll see an earlier draft, on the right are my more final redesigns from the same day(...night. midnight. I worked on these until midnight).

I had to look up some guidelines because most of my previous icons did NOT look good or legible when sized down to 50x50 pixels. What I learned was, tadah, I had to draw with an unprecedented line width of 200 pixels! (For non-artists: I typically draw with a pen width of 12 pixels at most).

I also studied the icon styles of Persona 5, which saved me a lot of time - they had a cool stylistic choice of diagonally tilted color blocks and thick black outlines.

Here's yet another gif of icons in action...

Did you see them? Did you?? For a split second, in the upper right.... Still gotta adjust some of the text overlap, don't look at that.

Oh and the "How to play" page is brand new. I coded it from scratch... That also took all night...

... Oh. Oh. And remember your MC's phone?

This old thing? Yeah. Visual upgrade:

Also rendered and colored in by Rem <3 Where would I be without them...!

The text, though, can be updated in code!!!! I spliced the phone into layers, with the screen on top and code-generated text just below it, so I can update the caller ID at any point in-game without making any new images.

Took a little while to get it to work... honestly it doesn't look 100% centered... but it's fine. This is fine...

And then... more code. After much tears, blood and strife, I got a musical crossfade to work. It shouldn't have been challenging but it was a nightmare -- when calling the crossfade the second track would either not play at all or its volume wouldn't change and I was starting to develop a preference for eating gravel. But I persisted, found a much simpler code that actually works. After the tearsbloodstrife.

And...... lastly... I simplified this big block of code:

vbox: pos (269, 76) add "sprites/MC/mc[mc_number].png" hbox: if mc_number ==1: text "DEFAULT" style "MC_label_text" elif mc_number ==2: text "LAVENDER" style "MC_label_text" elif mc_number ==3: text "PETUNIA" style "MC_label_text" elif mc_number ==4: text "SUNFLOWER" style "MC_label_text" else: text "TBD" style "MC_label_text"

...(not properly indented bc tumblr is mean 2 me)...

down to these lines, to make my future life easier:

default PrintMC = ["Default", "Lavender", "Petunia", "Sunflower", ""]

text PrintMC[mc_number] style "MC_label_text"

Two!!! lines!!!!!

🎊

Instead of typing out additional if/else lines, I only need to add new names to the PrintMC list. Won't really affect the player at all, but it's a HUGE quality of life update for me!

...Anyway that's it, thank you for checking in. <3

Stay safe and keep warm,

Wudge.

PS screw it I'm gonna queue post this early.

PPS have you listened to our composer's new single yet? No?!?!?!

Every click, every listen helps, and every song of his is a BOP that deserves recognition!

ok that's all for real now xoxoxo,

wudge (again)

[l3m0ncyan]

New to Life | Chapter 13

MoonKnight System x Hispanic! Latina! Teen! Reader

Warning: Teen drinking, Vomit lmaoo, men being weird

Masterlist

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Y/N sat in the passenger seat of the white pearly cab. Jake kept his sight on the road, remaining silent throughout the car ride. She looked outside, and it was still dark out. Glancing at the analog clock on the radio it was 1:49am

She was only awake in order to keep the destruction of her and the other two alters safe. If it wasn’t in jeopardy, she would have ignored Jake Lockley.

“So why do you need my help again?” She finally broke the silence.

He didn't look at her, instead opening the glove compartment and pulling out a tan file, which he handed to her.

Nothing was written on it, despite her expectation that it would have a case number or the words "CLASSIFIED" in bold lettering.

She paused before peering inside, where she found documents and news articles, but at the top of the pile was a square photograph of a man with stubble and a low ponytail. He appeared to be in his final years of college.

"Okay, what about him?” She shrugged and motioned to the file on her lap.

"Keep looking through it," Jake groaned.

“It would be easier for you to just tell me…” She mumbled.

Y/N did as she was told and flipped through the file's pages. She read the articles and noticed how each one mentioned a cybercrime occurring in different parts of London, far apart from one another. The majority of those were small business owners and middle-class citizens.

“So he’s robbing people virtually?”

“Yes”

"I still don't see why you need my help, he's literally scrawny, and I bet you can take this guy down by yourself," Y/N leaned back.

"I know that, but he is very paranoid. College students are the only ones who can approach him." He cast a glance at her. "Usually, girls with an American accent"

"Hell no," she said as she closed the file, seeing where it was going.

“Y/N,” Jake said firmly.

"No; he's creepy, and me and Mania have only fought ordinary criminals." Like purse snatchers." She drew her arms across her chest.

“Mania?” Jake tossed a quick glance at her before returning his attention to the road, "You named the parasite?"

“Parasite?!”

"Uh, it doesn't like being called that, you ought to apologize," Y/N said nervously.

“I am not saying sorry to a—“

“Don’t” she pleaded.

“He better not go the second time!”

"Parasitic leech," Jake finished, his voice tinged with disgust.

“That is it!”

Mania suddenly stretched out a few limbs. One pair rushed to wrap themselves around Jake's neck. The others clung to the steering wheel. Taking over the driving duties from Jake.

“Shit!” Y/N yelled out

Mania began to swerve the cab on the street. Tires were heard screeching. Fortunately, there were no cars around to play bumper cars with.

Jake would try to steady the vehicle with his hand, but Mania strangling him stopped him. He struggled to peel the black tentacles away from his larynx.

“I am going to kill this piece of shit” Jake said between chokes.

"Mania, stop!" Y/N would grab the stems of all limbs and try to pull them away, but she was being hit side to side as the cab veered left and right.

“Not until he apologizes!”

Y/N grunted as she was once again thrown against the cabs door, “We’ll all die before that happens!”

“I'll make sure this one stays dead” Jake growled, referring to Mania.

A horn blew and there was a flash of lights as they all fought. They all turned to see a massive truck speeding towards them. Mania and Y/N let out a scream, and Jake's eyes widened.

Mania immediately returned to Y/N's body, leaving the wheel vacant. Jake rushed to return the vehicle to its lane. He then slammed into the breaks, creating a large force that caused him and Y/N to violently jolt forward and back.

The truck sent one last blow of its horn as it passed by them.

The two stayed quiet in the cab as only the sound of the sleeping city revolved around them.

Y/N caught her breath and glanced at Jake. He had a frown, and his eyebrows were furrowed as he looked at the street.

“…I still haven’t said yes to the job” She finally speaks.

Jake scoffs, shaking his head in disbelief, “You are still difficult; even after we almost die”

Y/N tightens her lips before continuing, “Technically, we can’t die because I have Mania and you have Khonshu—“

He cut her off, ignoring her last statement, “You tagged along after I said I’d pay you”

Jake finally looks over to her, who has her arms crossed.

"...Money ain't worth this," she crossed her arms. "Can't you just get someone else?"

“You are getting paid”

“Not enough”

“It’s more than what you get a day working in the museum,” he finally looked at her.

“At least my wellbeing is safe,” she said with an attitude.

"Weren't you saying that you don't die because of Manic?" he challenged.

"Mania, and you also have powers to help, far better than what I can do," she clarified.

Jake was on the verge of losing patience, which he never did, but with this girl, he felt like he was conversing with a child who kept whining.

Normally, if someone was being difficult, he'd just kill them, but in this case, he couldn't.

And it appeared that Jake's patience would be tested further as the young adult continued to argue with him. One upping him at every chance she had.

“Nadie te ha dicho que eres la niña mas enfadosa? Quien te entiende, primero que si y ahora que no” Jake pinches the bridge of his nose.

*Has no one told you that you are the most annoying girl? Who understands you, first yes and now no*

“Y nadie te ha dicho que te miras que tienes un pepino en el culo?” Y/N growled at him.

*And has no one told you that you look like you have a cucumber up your ass?*

"Hija de la chingada," he murmurs, "I'll pay you twice as much as I promised."

Y/N thought for a moment before nodding, “Fine”

—

The cab arrived at what appeared to be a three-story house. The front yard was made up of a stone driveway that circled a patch of rose bushes. It was constructed of red brick with four windows aligned on each floor.

There were flashing colored lights and people dancing inside. Outside the house, there were other people holding red cups, most likely with alcohol. The majority of the guests were college students, much like frat boys and sorority girls in teen movies.

"I've never been to a house party, especially one with people like them," Y/N scrunched her face as she shrank into her seat.

"You don't have to socialize, just go in and find the guy," Jake said, looking over to the group she mentioned.

He opened the window that showed the backseat, “There are your clothes since…”

He turned to face Y/N, who was dressed in pajamas and a large shirt. Her hair was also a mess because she had been sleeping an hour ago.

“This is the new style, you know that right? All the cool kids wear this” she mockingly said as she extended the hem of her t-shirt to show the graphic image.

"Not in England," he said, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, placing one in his mouth and flickering the flame onto it, "Hurry and change."

She turned around to see a casual crop top and jeans sitting on the red leather seats. Jake appeared to have gone through her wardrobe before they left. It's no surprise he didn't ask her to change at home. She got out of the passenger seat and went into the back of the cab, nervous.

—

She approached the front of the large house and gazed at the large social gathering. When she walked in, music was blasting into her ears, and the smell of pot and alcohol enveloped her.

“God, that money better be worth it” she scowled.

A small buzz was heard from her right ear, specifically her earpiece.

“It will, how’s the party?” Jake’s voice came through.

"Just future doctors and lawyers getting high and drunk," she said, placing her fingers on it. "I'm still confused why you have me using this earpiece instead of our phones. It's like I'm in Spy Kids."

“Because the guy we’re trying to catch has gotten everyone’s info from their devices; phones, smart watch, technology”

Y/N stopped, “Isn’t he hearing us talking then?”

“I have our pieces immune to that sort of thing”

Y/N nodded and made her way through the house, intrigued in how Jake is more tech savvy than Marc and Steven.

A large group of people was dancing to the music being played in one large room, which appeared to be the living room. It had a balcony above it where more people were talking or making out.

Walking into the kitchen, there was people having shots as everyone cheered them on. To the side we’re some who were recording while others who were unamused and on their phones.

“Question, why is he getting into peoples phones?”

“It’s a way to find out who you are. Which will be easier for us to catch once he sees who you are”

“…he’s gonna see my shit?”

There was a hum, “Si, just stay calm when he comes around, and it will be fine,”

“But–”

“Hey I know you!”

Y/N whipped her head around, and before her was a guy around her age.

He was about the same height as she was, maybe an inch or two taller. He had long-ish blonde hair that fell above his shoulders.

His pale skin accentuated his blue eyes and freckles. He wore a blue and white striped sweatshirt with jeans and sneakers.

Y/N furrowed her brows as she stared at him, trying to remember if she had ever spoken to him. His accent matched the rest of England's, and he didn't resemble the man in the photo, so who was he?

He gave a small laugh and said, "Guess you don't know who I am, I'm Nickalus, but you can call me Nick for short. We have the same class; you usually sit next to me?"

Y/N made an ‘ohh’ sound as her head lifted in understanding, even though she didn’t recognize him. “Right, you… sorry I didn’t recognize you”

“It’s alright, no one really does,” he said bashfully.

Y/N gave an awkward smile and nodded, resuming her efforts to look for who she had come for.

Staying in the background didn't seem to be working when a girl their age approached them with two red cups and said, "Come on! Nobody can hide from me, so drink!"

“Nah, I’m good,” Y/N raised her hand to dismiss the offer.

“Same with her,” Nick pointed to Y/N with his thumb.

The girl ignored Nick and turned to face Y/N. “You are from the States, right? You know the legal drinking age is 18, right?” She taunted Y/N as she leaned in close.

The aroma of the dozen mixed alcohols filled her nostrils as she brought the cup closer to Y/N's face. Y/N took a look at the red liquid. It was a lovely ruby color and appeared to be sweet, but she knew it wasn't.

“Y/N…don't do it” Jake came through the small earpiece, “Remember why you are here”

Y/N stayed quiet as everyone in the kitchen began to cheer her on. Nick looked nervous beside her. Hesitantly, the two took the cups in their hands. The yelling became louder, submitting them even more to peer pressure.

“Drink, pussy!”

"Don't," Jake finally said before Y/N chugged it, causing him to sigh.

Her mouth was filled with the bitter taste of alcohol. It left a hot sensation in her esophagus as it passed through. Everyone cheered when she finished the cup and crushed it. Nick could only watch and follow.

Her face felt immediately warm. Her tongue was tingling, and without a pause, the same girl brought more to the two.

And Y/N continued to drink.

She couldn't help herself; after all the stress of college and keeping so many secrets, this was like a breather. It was also the first time she felt like she was in one of those college party movies. With less sex and more booze.

Jake was also there in case anything went wrong. That is, if he didn't decide to abandon her.

She started to feel tipsy after about five drinks, and everything around her seemed a little off. She set the cup down and turned to face Nick, who appeared to be far from sober. Despite the fact that she barely knew him, she grabbed the cup from him.

"OK, bud, I think you've had enough," she said as she patted his back.

He shook his head, “I can take it”

She objected and motioned for him to leave. Everyone else in the room booed, but she ignored them and followed Nick.

"Thank you, we barely met, and yet you helped me out," he said, surprised.

"Yeah, just watch your drinking," she said with a quick smile.

“I will, maybe we should–”

Before he could finish, the screeching sound of a microphone echoed from the living room. Seeing people follow the commotion, they followed as well.

The music stopped, and so did the dancing. They were all looking up at the indoor balcony from before.

The guy from the file was, as expected, at the top. The same stubble and low ponytail.

“How’s everyone doing?!” People cheered, and others raised their cups of alcohol.

“Good, good. Everyone knows, we are close to ending this year, right? Everyone is moving up. But for us seniors, it’s our last fucking year before we actually behave like adults”

People agreed with hoots and cheers. He raised a cup, and so did everyone.

Y/N squinted at his figure, trying to make out his personality, cringing at how he was trying to give off some sort of TV host vibe.

“To the last year of our lives! Class of 2023!”

The audience erupted, and the music began to play again. He sipped from his cup and scanned the crowd.

That's when his gaze was drawn to Y/N. It was a look that showed she was the one he was looking for.

As he smiled and began to walk downstairs, her eyes widened. Y/N slightly panicked, mostly because she was not in the right state to fight if it came to it.

"Fuck, he's coming to me," Y/N said, turning away from Nick and holding the earpiece down. "What should I do?"

“Maybe if you weren’t drinking, you would know." Jake mumbled.

“I could just leave if I want to”

"Do you remember the USB I gave you? Let him take you to his computer, plug in the USB, and wait for everything to download. Flirting is usually useful."

Y/N groaned and turned to face Nick before sneaking away from him. Being left to win the heart of the Alexander Hamilton lookalike.

–

Jake took another puff of smoke from his cigarette and blew it out the window after turning off the mic. He saw Y/N from one of the large windows while staring into the large mansion. She stood awkwardly by the stairs, waiting for the party's main attraction.

“Why did you lie and say she was needed for this mission? You could have easily went in and finished it quickly if you had not brought her”

Jake didn’t need to look to know who it was. Khonshu sat in the backseat, near the small window.

“I just wanted to see if she could do things like this.” Jake didn’t take his eyes off of her.

"Are you sure she can do this?" Khonshu hummed. "The little maggot can't even kill without causing chaos, let alone do it herself. Her own parasite is doing it for her. She's also now intoxicated."

“She doesn’t have to kill anyone for this,” Jake scrunched his face, “Either way, if she ruins the plan, Ill just step in”

Through the window, he followed her figure as it stumbled her way behind the target and soon disappeared upstairs.

"I just want to see if she can handle herself, just for entertainment," he said, blowing out a cloud and tapping the cigarette to release the bundle of ash at the end.

It was silent before Khonshu continued, “I hope you aren’t already getting attached to her like the other idiots”

Jake stopped from putting the cigarette into his mouth again, “...That won’t ever happen, especially for a brat like her”

He looked to one of the windows on the third story and could see the two teenagers walk in. Y/N, and the guy talked before sitting on his bed.

–

As the guy made his way to his mini fridge on a table, Y/N drummed her fingers on her knees. She took the chance to look around and try to find the computer, but she felt like she was dissociating. Still, the computer wasn't hard to find when it had a huge set-up like one of those Twitch streamers. She just had to find a way to download the files without him noticing.

“I will do it; keep him busy,” Mania said before coming out of her lower back and grabbing the USB from her pocket.

It made its way to the computer and plugged in the small device. As Y/N stared, her anxiety increased as she realized she was going to be caught.

“What's your go-to flavor for Buzzballz?” He asked.

She looked back at him with surprise and squinted, “Uh…”

“Don’t tell me you never tried it,” he laughed and brought out one, “You look more of a ‘Chili Mango’ kind gal”

He handed her a small round yellow bottle. The top has the silver part that any tin soda can has.

She looked down at it, feeling nauseous about having any more booze. Still, it was a way to keep him distracted. She clicked it open and brought the rim to her mouth, letting her body consume more liquid.

Immediately, her head felt like it was spinning. It was like she just spun in a circle for twenty minutes, and she was still feeling the symptoms.

Y/N felt the right side of her bed dip down. The guy was too close for comfort, and he raised a finger to her face. It then traveled down and rested on her shoulder.

"Too bad I'm graduating, we could have been something," he says into her neck.

Realizing the situation, she sobered up quickly and sat up, “Hey, how about you tell me about your place. It’s real big”

“That’s not the only thing that’s big”

“Done! Let us get out!”

“Okay! Well this was fun but I have to go, exams tomorrow you know” She stood up and began to back away to the door.

He followed and steered her away into a wall. Cornering her.

“Hey, I show you my room and you aren’t going to reward me?” He stood more defensive. Using his size as an advantage.

"That doesn't mean shit," she squinted, attempting to flee from the side but being stopped by an arm.

“Girls like you just make me harder” he smirked which gained him a sickened expression from Y/N.

“Hell no, let me get him!”

“Wait!”

Mania took control of Y/N's arms, blackening them as if she had dipped them in tar. It grabbed the guy's shoulders and pushed him up against the wall.

“Oh my god, what the fuck?!” He yelled.

He kicked his legs in an attempt to break Mania's grip. Y/N tried to lunge back to unclutch Mania, but it was obvious that this was not going to work.

"Mania let him go! He isn't worth it!" Y/N grunted as she continued to try to pull away. Mania began choking him gradually before huffing.

“Fine”

It dropped him and retracted back into Y/N’s body. He choked as he used his hand to soothe his throat.

He finally looked up and scowled at Y/N, “What the fuck are you?”

She remained motionless, her mouth agape. Her secret had been revealed, and it was to a complete stranger.

A stranger with the ability to expose her with the click of a few buttons. He had most likely heard about the 'monster' in the news.

He began to stand up, keeping his eye on her, “If you’re that alien from the news, you are about to earn me recognition. I'll let everyone know”

Y/N’s eyes widened, “Look you don’t–”

When they heard sirens outside, their voices fell silent. A blue light shone through the window. When the man rushed to the window sill and saw two cop cars, he knew. People began to flee the house.

“Shit! Shit! Shit!” He ran a hand through his hair, “I’m turning you in to save my arse”

He turned back and Y/N was gone.

—

Y/N bolted through the back door and, with Mania's assistance, jumped the fence. Her feet landed on the sidewalk. Y/N kept running until the white cab passed her. It honked, and the window slid down to reveal Jake.

“Hurry or i'm leaving you” he said which rushed Y/N to the passenger side of the cab.

As she caught her breath, Jake began to drive away. Her eyes were closed, her head tilted up, and she was heaving from all the running and panic.

"Did you do what I asked?" He cast an eyebrow at her.

She nodded and brought out the USB from her pocket, “Yup, police came right after it finished downloading”

Jake tucked the small device into the pocket of his jacket. He cast a glance at Y/N, who was looking ahead with a worried expression.

He looked back onto the road, “Que paso?”

*What happened?”

“...I screwed up. He found out about Mania and now he’s going to be tell the police and I might be arrested” Her eyes stayed glued to the road.

Jake hummed, “Not going to happen…”

“Huh?” she turned to him

“I called the police. Told them that I wanted to report drug use in a party full of minors. If he does say anything, they'll just think it’s just the effects”

“But there wasn’t any– You planted drugs in the house?” She finally looked at him.

Jake remained silent, with only the low music from the radio playing in the background. "Did you just have some laying around?" she asked, taking his silence as a 'yes'.

He didn’t say anything which made it easy for her to ask, “Can you get me weed?”

“No,” he said with a stern voice.

She huffed and roughly threw her back onto the seat. With that sudden movement, she slowly sat up. Jake noticed her turning pale and looked at her. Sweat started to form on her brow and neck.

Y/N felt nauseous and her mouth began to fill with extra saliva.

Registering what was about to happen, Jake’s eyes expanded, “No, no! Not in here!”

Y/N ignored him as she felt her throat fill with a warm substance that wanted to escape. Her body recoiled without hesitation. Her mouth forced open, letting whatever it was out. Her eyes welled up as she retched.

Jake switched between looking at the road and back at Y/N. As the odor began to fill the car, he grimaced and rushed to lower the windows.

“Whoops…I can clean it up?” Y/N smiled sheepishly.

Jake frowned and stared straight ahead, saying nothing to avoid saying something he would later regret.

–

Y/N was awakened by a throbbing pain in the head. She tried with little success to ignore it in order to get another hour of sleep. The light from the sun stung her eyes as she slowly opened them, forcing her to close them quickly.

She slowly sat up and used her arm to create a barrier between the beams and her orbs. Once conscious, she felt all the feelings of a hangover.

Her stomach felt empty, as if she had emptied it all out, which she had. Her hair was stuck to her forehead from sweating the night before. Aside from that, her head felt like it was being squeezed with a tight grip.

She held her skull as she slowly stood up and shuffled to the kitchen. She opened the fridge and scanned each shelf. Her eyes fell upon a bottle of water which she quickly took in her hand.

Once she unscrewed the cap, she jugged a huge gulp of the cool liquid.

She wiped her mouth and walked into the living room, then into the bathroom.

When she looked in the mirror, her hair was all over the place and her under eyes were darker than usual.

Her face transformed into Manias within a second, holding a sharp smile.

“You look hilarious”

Not amused, Y/N only stared, “I thought you would have helped with hangovers”

“I only help you not act like a fool, while your body just does it on its own”

Y/N rolled her eyes as Mania chuckled. She reached for her toothbrush and toothpaste to remove the bad taste from her mouth.

“You remember what happened last night?”

“Pretty much, especially leaving Jake cleaning duty” she cringed at the last part.

-

A knock came from the door which made Y/N stop cooking at the stove and move to the front of the apartment. She knew who it was without looking at the peephole.

Marc was standing in front of her, his hands in his pockets. He looked down and raised a brow, his confused expression quickly turning playful.

“Looks like you had fun last night. You went to one of your first college parties?”

Y/N scoffed, “I thought you would be freaking out right now. You know, especially from you and Steven’s talk yesterday”

Marc shrugged, “You’re standing in front of me aren’t you? So you made it home safe. Plus you might be too busy with a hangover to hear yelling from me. Steven though…”

His body tensed up quickly and Steven took over. He looked over at Y/N immediately. She knew immediately that he was about to talk her ear off.

And here she thought she left her parents lectures back in America.

“Did I not warn you Y/N?! Blimey, I’m surprised you got home last night, you could have woken up on the sidewalk!” He gestures to the outside of the building.

Steven’s yelling feels like it’s piercing Y/N’s mind. She tenses up and squeezes her eyes shut with the pitch sound.

Turns out, Mania wasn’t liking it either.

“Tell him to shut up before I eat his bowels!” Mania screeched.

“Steven! Shh!” She put her pointer finger against her lips.

Steven stopped and realized the situation, “Oh! I’m sorry but that is your fault”

“Okay whatever I’m sorry,” she waved it off and walked over to the stove to finish cooking breakfast which she and the two sat down to eat.

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Y/N walked down the brick path of the campus that led to the building of her class.

It was actually sunny out, yet still cold. It left her to wear her usual sweatshirt and jeans combo for the day.

However she wasn’t thinking of the day or about her fashion statement. After exposing herself to a person about Mania, she worries that her secret will be out to the world soon.

She hasn’t even explained it all to her family. Anytime the topic came up, she would change it. Which probably made it worse to gently lay news in the future.

“Why are you worrying about it so much? We are fine” Y/N could hear Mania was smiling.

“For now, what if next time Jake isn’t there? What if we hurt someone, deeming us as a threat to society?”

“That won’t happen, you are exaggerating”

Y/N adjusted the straps of her backpack on her shoulders, “Can you at least put yourself in my position? It would really—“

“Hey Y/N! Is that you?!”

She turned around and saw a familiar blonde running up to her. Reminding her of a scene that would play out in a show.

“How did he know your name?”

“Uh, yeah, Nick right?” She wrinkled her brows together.

“Oh wow you remembered!” His eyes seemed to sparkle with her acknowledgment of his existence.

She gave a small chuckle, “I mean yeah, I don’t forget faces, especially ones that go crazy with frat drinks”

He gave an embarrassed smile, “You remember that huh, thanks for stopping me before it got out of hand. Speaking of which, were you there when everyone got chased out by cops?”

“Yeah, I was able to run out before they caught me”

Nick nodded, “By the way, were you with the host before the cops came? I heard him yelling about an alien or something”

Y/N swallowed thick saliva, “Oh? I didn’t know that. I was in the restroom when I heard the sirens”

“Hmm, weird then, maybe it was the drinks” he shrugged.

Y/N agreed and let out a quiet sigh as the topic changed.

The two continued walking down the path to the building of their lecture block. There the two continued to talk and soon enough, Y/N was able to form a new friendship in London.

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Omggg I am so sorry for the 3 (?) month hiatus. I was deep writers blocks ass. Anyways this chapter I kinda wanted to focus more on Y/N’s and Jake’s relationship in order to start off the arc of her figuring out more about Mania. Also new character!

Let me know if y’all want any scenarios added onto here (please I beg, I need more creative juices flowing, college is sucking it all out of me :,))

Tag list: @itsjusspele @dustyinkpages @scoliobean @moonywritings @zeros-rot

Btw let me know if y’all want to be tagged in the next chapters :)

[speedane]

A Hidden Monster

Main Character: Leon (Vali) Supporting Casts: Hailey (Hephaestus), Hall (Hodur), Q (Eros) (Phanes version by @murkyike ) Very Minor Appearance/Mention: Drew (Anubis), Long Mian (Ao Bing), Bonnie (Eris)

Number of Words: 3,188

Tags: Occasional swearing, few thrilling scenes (in a horror kind of way), slight implication of (almost) pulling Leon's eye off as well as cannibalism

Summary: Leon, still dumbfounded that he wasn't able to kill off Q, decides to do a little research with Hailey. What answer lies within the pages of the books? Will he find the answer that he was looking for, or is his mind playing tricks on him?

I am so sorry if this is gonna be too much for anybody, I tried giving the most appropriate of warnings!!

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Silence fills the air, shelves left and right. The smell of old books fills the air as Leon rummages through the pile of books on the table. Hailey, who is currently climbing down the ladder behind him, glances at him with a puzzled look.

“Do you really need to learn about every single love god there is in existence?” She steps down the ladder with a stack of books in hand and paces towards the table where Leon is. “Like, seriously, you can’t just be reading ALL of these for the rest of the weekend?” 

The inventor lazily dumps all the books before sitting beside the sniper, who seem to be setting aside any book that does not interest him. He seems to only scan the contents of each book, as if looking for a needle in a haystack. “Not all of them,” Leon replied. “I’m only searching for one.”

“Oh~?” Hailey places a leg on top of another, while leaning her torso towards the table with an arm resting on one of the smaller book stacks. “Do tell me Mr. Stoneface, which one of these could possibly fancy that eye of yours?” She asks with a rather sarcastic tone in her words. 

With her free hand, Hailey picks up a random book with a rather interesting cover. “Eros and Psyche…” She pouts, scrutinizing the imagery of a winged man with a fair lady in his arms. Judging by the art, the two people looked like lovers. It’s sweet, maybe too sweet for her liking. “Eh, sounds cheesy.”

As if by reflexes Leon’s head perks up and immediately grabs the book from the inventor’s hand. “I’ll take that.”

Her eyes widened. “Eh?? That one??” Hailey stares at Leon with disgust. “Don’t tell me you’re into those soft... mushy, sickening love stories??” Her stomach churns, feeling like throwing up. Fortunately for the dusty old books in the Decree’s archives, they won’t get soiled today. The fiery-haired woman places a hand over her mouth, no longer looking at the sniper. “The more I learn about you, the less I want to…” 

“It’s not like that,” Leon replied nonchalantly, his eyes on the person next to him. “It’s just research… for my target.”

“Your target?” She blinks. “Oh.”

“What?”

“I thought you’re looking for love stories to woo someone…” the inventor waves her hand around as she continues. “Liiiike we barely even talk and then boom! You asked me to help you with this love god research of yours!” 

The sniper only blinks.

“What I’m saying is that… isn’t this all too… convenient?” Hailey moves her hand back and forth towards the man with her palm upwards. “You? Me? Alone in this empty archive? If this was about research then an advanced notice would’ve been nice.”

Leon only sighs. “First of all, I am not trying to shoot my shot at you.” He pinches the bridge of his nose, perplexed. “Second, you were the only one here to help me.” Lowering his hand, he faces her again.

“Aw dang, where’s that big bad wolf you’re always with?”

“In the training room, amusing himself.”

“And that Hall guy?”

“Not every book on the shelves is written in Braille.” 

“Riiiiiiiight so you’re now stuck with me, I get it now.”

Haily starts shuffling through books. “So, books about Eros, huh?” Lifting a hardbound book, she squints. “He’s the target?”

“His esper,” were the only words he said.

“Huh…” The inventor chooses another book and opens the table of contents. “I think I know who you’re talking about…” Slowly, her finger slides through the titles, tapping on the very topic that grabs her attention. She starts flipping the pages. “Very popular internet guy, looks like a ball of cotton candy… got beef with him?”

The sniper only stays silent, his eyes fixated on the story book in his hand.

Hailey managed to locate the chapter that she is looking for regardless. “Thought so… oh!” Her eyes went left and right. “Eros, son of Aphrodite… Personification of Love… can forcefully bind two people into a relationship.” Squinting, she reads further. “I don’t get it, what’s so special about him? Sounds like just any other love god would do.” Soon after, she let out a big gasp. “Oh no! Don’t tell me… he made you kiss a fire hydrant!”

Ignoring the inventor’s boisterous laughter, Leon continues reading the story. Glued on the edge of his seat, locked on the words in the book. He is dead set to learn about the little flying baby that miraculously survived his bullet. When did he see his hiding spot? How did he survive? What makes him tick?

The young woman peers into the book. She sees a beautifully-illustrated picture book with words large enough for even her to read. “Huh, isn’t the Shadow Decree too old for these kinds of books?” Regardless, she bends closer. “Looks gorgeous though. So that Psyche girl was supposed to be sacrificed to a horrendous winged serpent!” 

“Read your own books,” Leon coldly responds without even looking at her.

“Fine, fine, geez…” The fiery-haired woman slumps back to her seat, grabbing another book to read. “And when I was finally getting interested in that cheesy love story too… hmph.”

The sniper flips page after page, but he is more interested in finding weaknesses of his opponent than learning the story. As minutes passed on, he finally closed the book shut. His eyelids are drooping, his back sore… and yet he did not find what he was looking for. The person at the seat next to him notices his tired look on his face.

“You were so focused on that one story book.” She smirks. “Found anything?”

“I found no weak points…” Leon yawns. “It was just… a love story…” he groggily rubs his eye, resting his bust on the table.

Hailey notices his exhaustion and shakes her head. “You know what, we’ve been doing this for hours now. The books may have bored you to sleep.” She stands up and walks towards the door. “If you need me, I’ll be getting some snacks.”

The sniper did not reply. With the inventor out of the scene, there is no stopping him from closing his eyes and entering into a deep sleep…

As his world fades to black, he feels at peace. No distractions, no responsibilities, no worries. He even almost forgot what he was doing a while ago…

“LEON!!”

Hailey’s sudden yelling woke him up unceremoniously. His head is in pain, his vision rather blurry. He could not make out from his surroundings, but he could tell that Hailey had entered the room and was in a hurry.

Walking down the hallway, the pair notices more henchmen passing through them. Leon suddenly gets a feeling of uneasiness… like something worse is happening outside his view. Walking further, he finally sees Hall standing in the middle of all this. The two of them stop to meet him.

“Leon, you got a new assignment, and they looked like they urgently needed your help out there!”

The sniper rubs his temple sighing, looking annoyed. “Figures.” Standing up, he grabs his saxophone and heads out with Hailey. 

“Hall, why are they sending more people out there,” Leon asks.

“From what I heard, there is a hostile entity steadily approaching our base…” Hall faces the two with worry. “We need more manpower before it reaches here.”

Hailey scratches her head. “Sounds like a tough cookie… is it some sort of a miramon?”

The blind archer shakes his head. “Reports say it’s an esper. The last thing I heard was that Bonnie returned here with minor injuries, and Long Mian is stalling.”

The inventor whistles. “Did the Esper Union have a secret weapon or something? Pretty bold of them to send a single guy our way if it’s really them!”

“No time for chitchat, I’ve heard enough.” Leon cuts the conversation off and switches his saxophone into the sniper rifle he always used. “Do what needs to be done.”

Hailey separates herself from the group, taking the route to where the labs are. Leon is now paired with Hall and heads to the exit. Outside was starting to get chaotic. Various men scrambled around, preparing for a possible onslaught. Whoever this ‘hostile entity’ is is becoming a serious issue for the Decree. 

The sniper turns to Hall. “You stay here and guard this entrance.”

Hall gives him a troubled look. “But what about you?”

Leon lowers his hood and turns around. “I’ll be at the sniper tower where I can see what’s really going on out there.” 

Without a word, he left in a hurry, with Hall standing still by the entrance. For a sniper, the tower would be the most tactical place for him to maneuver both offensively and defensively… but it would also be the loneliest place for him.

No subordinates. No partners. Just him, his rifle, and the vast outskirts of the ruins that was once Hazlitt. 

Now in position, Leon looks at the barren wasteland through the sniper scope. He scans through the area, now currently quiet. Too quiet. “Odd… did Long Mian manage to subdue the target..?

Before he could lower his rifle, he spotted a pink light towards his direction. 

“What-”

And just like that, it hit him in a flash of pink sparkles, sending him on the floor with a thud. The laser temporarily made him blind, his vision only filled with a bright hot rosy color. The man winces in pain as white noise fills his ears and dizziness hits his head like banging pots and pans. He groans, but nobody could hear him. What in the world is happening in the base without him? He’s just there, laying down. Helpless. 

“Leon!!”

“... Hall?”

He opened his eyes. Vision was suddenly clear as day. He heard Hall’s voice from far away. The sniper slowly stands up, struggling to keep his balance at first. 

“Hall? Hall!!”

But nobody answered back. 

“...”

The sudden silence made his chest feel tight. Now regaining his full senses, the sniper immediately jumped off the tower without a second thought, landing on one foot before tumbling down. By the time he looked up again, he knew immediately that there was something horribly wrong…

The entire lot that was full of chaos before is now barren. Not a single voice can be heard from any direction. What happened to everyone?

“...”

Leon paces as he scans the area. Still nothing, except for the burn marks on the concrete. The red-haired man kneels down and lightly touches the marks. Warm to the touch, as if freshly-made. Getting up again, he heads to where the entrance is. Hall was not there. 

“Where did you go..?”

He gazes into the hallway within. It’s just as eerily quiet as the outside. He decides to enter in high alert, with the rifle pointing ahead, careful not to make a sound with every step. Lights above his head flicker as he moves further down the path, his heart pounding louder the deeper he gets. When he reaches the intersection point, he stops. Soon after, all lights flicker and fail except the one on top of him. Everything beyond the light turned pitch black.

Within the darkness, the sound of a slithering snake can be faintly heard. Leon quickly aims at the hallway passage on his left. As always, there was nothing… but the sniper knows he’s not alone anymore.

“I can hear you…” He aims at another hallway. “Show yourself.”

All silence. Leon is quickly losing his patience.

“I have no time for games..!”

And there he hears the same hissing from a minute ago. A honeyed voice speaks from behind him.

“How delightful it is to see you.. Leon.”

In a flash, the red-haired sniper swiftly points the rifle from the source of the voice and makes the first shot. The sound of movement is noticeable after the attack despite the deep darkness, which he took advantage of in making out his opponent’s next move.

“Don’t hide from me…”

He makes his second shot. This time he hears the hissing of a snake. 

Then his third. Wings flapping can be heard almost immediately.

“This bitch can fly-”

A slither on his top right. A shot fires again. A hard landing to his rear. And another shot resounds into the void. No matter how many shots he throws at it, the thing doesn’t seem to go down. The mix of adrenaline, frustration, and fear makes his heart pound faster than he ever felt for years. He’s a cornered rat.

“Your heart is beating so loud…” The voice became more venomous. 

It finally makes its first move and flicks its reptilian tail towards Leon, disarming him in the same process. He let out a wince and tumbles down to the cold hard floor. He sees his rifle beside him, but as he turns and reaches for it, the tail has already coiled around his body and pulls him up in the air. Now binded, the man is now helpless in cold sweat. 

“Let.. Let me go..!” 

He attempts to wiggle out. However, it was of no use. 

His opponent lets out a soft chuckle. “Resistance is futile, you know.”

The last remaining light starts to fail, and eventually leaves Leon devoid of light. He could still feel the tail that constricts him, and it only gets tighter. Almost choking.

“Who.. are you..?”

“You still haven’t figured it out? Poor you~”

Leon senses that his shoulders are being held with soft, human hands. The sharp nails poking on the fabric of his hood doesn’t make this fact relieving though. But he could still feel it in his skin. And it’s really unnerving. 

In front of him has two purple eyes flashing right at his face, their slit pupils piercing into his soul. The voice becomes more distorted.

“I thought you did your research?”

“You..”

The once dim area gradually gets illuminated by a bright golden light, showing the wings of his assailant, and his true nature. 

“Or have you already forgotten about me?”

“Tch… I should’ve known it was you…”

Lo and behold, the one who’s been attacking the Shadow Decree all this time is none other than his target… or what he thinks to be.

Unlike the usual youthful appearance of the cupid, the one that stands in front of him is much taller. And much more menacing.

“Ding dong!”

“What did you do to them? What did you do to Hall..?!”

‘Q’ gives him an eerie smile, showing both of his sharp fangs. “Oh trust me… you don’t wanna know.”

The red-haired man grits his teeth. “Is this what you’ve been hiding from me? Is this how you survived… my bullet?”

The other esper lets go of one hand and cutely pokes his own cheek with a matching head tilt. “Oh no, it’s no secret~” 

With the same finger, he lightly pokes his nose. “You’ve read this, remember?” The man pulls the other closer to his eyes. “Or should I say, your lady friend?”

“H-Hailey…”

Three words resounding within his mind. Words he didn’t know were relevant until now: Horrendous. Winged. Serpent.

The snake tail, the sharp fangs, the feathery golden wings, and those monstrous eyes… It all makes sense now. This is no longer the small annoying target that Leon knows of. This is a threat of a high caliber, a threat that manifested from his inner fears, a threat he couldn’t kill.

The constricting tail continues to choke the sniper, and sooner or later he’s going to run out of air to breathe. Yet, he could do nothing but watch as the winged serpent in front of him gets amusement from his suffering. At this very moment, he’d pretty much rather be dead than having to look at his deceptively sweet face.

“Go on… kill me already-”

“Oh, not yet…”

Both of their eyes are locked on each other, and nobody would want to let go. Pure, visceral rage fills Leon’s heart as ‘Q’ stares at him mockingly. His arms are still binded, his feet frozen, and his breaths becoming shorter.

“You know, I’m feeling quite peckish right now…” The wings on the serpent’s head flutter lightly, happy thoughts in mind. “I was thinking of getting something sweet!”

Leon could feel one of this monster’s fingers gently brushing on his freckled face, like a little plaything.

“You know what your red hair and speckled cheeks remind me of?” 

He leans closer to his ear and lets out a whisper.

“Strawberriiieeesssss…”

A soft gasp can be heard from the hooded man. There is no way this beast is thinking of what’s in his head right now… but the heavens are finally merciful enough to give him an answer as one of his clawed hands starts creeping into one of his eyes.

“I was thinking… hmmm… strawberry tarts.”

Leon wants to look away. But he can’t. The man’s body is unresponsive, like a plant. Not even a sound escapes from his mouth, not a tear from his eyes. He’s facing his death, and he can’t do anything about it… With no time to waste, the hand grabs his face and he lets out a loud, painful scream.

The next thing he knew, he could hear books dropping on the floor, and his eyes could finally see the light of the archives again. A familiar voice speaks.

“Aw man, I was about to make it to five stacks!” 

He finds himself back at the same table he was sleeping on, with sweat on his face and a messy set of red hair. Nothing binding his body, no hands grabbing his face. He is where he was before everything started… or did he even leave at all?

“Am I back…?” The man stares into nothing as Hailey starts picking up the books that fell with his rude awakening.

“Back? Pff, you’ve been sleeping for an hour and a half!” The young woman places the books on the table and grabs her phone that has been opened for a while. “Anyway, while you’re asleep, I started doing my own research as well.”

She puts the screen directly at Leon’s face that currently shows a livestream of a flying baby and a butler jackal.

“You can put your preferred fruit on top of the tarts. Make sure that they are fresh and delectable to eat.”

“I want mine with strawberries!!”

Strawberries… strawberries. The word echoes in his head, bringing him back to that very moment in his nightmare. The inventor only laughs at the seemingly innocent scene of a small boy putting strawberries on his tarts, unaware of the ordeal that he had to endure in his sleep.

“You know, for a target, he’s such a comedian! Goofy-ass motherfucker.”

“I’ll get some milk…”

With no words left to say, Leon gets up from his seat and leaves the archives. Hailey’s eyes shifted from the door that he went through, to the pile of books left on the table, and back to the door with an unamused look. 

“I am NOT cleaning this up.” 

[starry-nights12]

There's No Remedy For Memory

Read on AO3

Relationship:Ekko/Jinx (Timebomb)

Word Count: 3,731

Tags:Mutaual Pinning,Hurt/Comfort, Happy Ending,Firelight Member Jinx (League of Legends), Brief Mention of Violence

Summary:What would you do if your friend mourned over someone you hated?

That's the predicament Ekko is in when Jinx wants a friend as she misses Silco.

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This fic is based on my post!

Credit for the title goes to @creativepromptsforwriting

Big thanks to @mycomfortblanket for editing this!🥰❤️

You can listen to the fic's playlist while you read!

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The budding community below was jovial and laughing together, Jinx had preferred to lay on the lone tree branch away from the commotion. Her ponytail hung over the edge, along with her leg swinging. 

The butterfly knife's sharp blade gracefully twirled around her hand with ease. 

Silco had an affinity for knives. 

After showing her the tricks he mastered with the butterfly knife she wanted him to teach her how. 

Her second favorite was the 16-inch hunting knife she brought to the shimmer raids. 

When the mission requires more stealth; she sneaks up behind one of the guards and slits their throat. Or during a fight, she would dodge attacks and see her chance, she stabbed them in the stomach.

She would clean the knife to stick it in her desk until the next raid: Just like how Silco had the knife he used to kill Vander -and almost her- idly in his desk at The Last Drop. 

She stared at the shark she had drawn on the blade and smiled wistfully. It was fascinating how a common household appliance could be used to watch the life leave people's eyes. 

The tell-tale sound of cheering alerted her that The Firelights arrived home safe and sound. 

She pocketed the knife in her black shorts and climbed down the tree branches. 

Over the crowd, Ekko spotted her and smiled at the blue-haired woman jogging towards him."Hey," 

"Hi," She gave him a quick hug and delicately took the items from his hand with a tentative smile.  "You remembered...!" 

"I told you I'd get them,”  He assured. 

She stroked the box fondly with affection in her gaze, she exhaled deeply as her smile wanted. 

She hugged the items to her chest. Her lips started quivering and blinked away the oncoming tears. 

Some people eyed her peculiarly but a glare from Ekko made the onlookers avert their gaze and walk away. 

Jinx used her sleeve to swipe at her eyes. She bit her lip and looked almost timidly at him, "Do you-" She cleared her throat and then sniffled, swiping under her nose, "Do you want to hang out with me?" 

Before the Firelights left the base for the market Jinx handed Ekko a small piece of paper: 

★Cigars 

♡Ashtray 

•ᴗ•Jazz records 

-JINX✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚

Ekko had looked confused. "Since when did you start smoking?" 

Jinx frowned and then held her arm, "I don't...it's stuff he used to have." 

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Ekko stood outside her room as she told him to. He was the only one that came by to knock on her door whenever he wanted to talk to her. 

However, this would be the first time he would be inside her room. There was no reason for him to be in it anyway. 

Her diary lay open on her bed. Some days her mental health was worse, while lightheartedness was sprinkled within the pages. 

E +J=♡, Jinx♡Ekko, Ekko♡Jinx, Ekko♡♡♡♡

She drew stick figures of them holding hands and kissing with hearts scribbled. 

Her monkey mask sat on top of the dresser amongst black & white polaroids 

She and Ekko were sitting on the ground. He was leaning against her with her braid on his upper lip. She had an arm around his shoulder, flipping off the camera with both hands while wearing a wide grin. 

After her first successful mission as a Firelight, she took a picture of them when they got back to the home base. They were still wearing their mask and she and Ekko held out the rock’n’roll signs. 

Scar and Ekko can be so serious that it was no wonder those two were best friends. They can be so utterly boring that they could put her to sleep. 

One of her favorite past times was messing with them. She snapped the picture of the two men seconds after her glitter bomb went off. 

Despite their complaints, it was hilarious. 

And a couple of photos of Porofessor. Heimendinger was nice enough to let her hug it and take the picture. 

The last one was just for herself. 

Ekko had let her take this photo of him. 

He was in his white tank top and baggy shorts with his toolbox next to him. He sat by his hoverboard with a gentle smile and oil smeared across his cheek. 

She drew his hourglass symbol with hearts around it. 

He is so dreamy.

She always thought he was. Even though he was twenty-years-old his boyish charms never faded and still affected her. 

She especially wanted to run her hands up and down his muscular arms. They had to feel as good as they look 

A woman had needs. You couldn't blame her for her thoughts. 

I mean...awooga! Right?! 

She wasn't afraid of death. That's why she would happily be killed if he ever found out about any of this. 

She opened the drawer of her nightstand and hid the diary and picture frame inside. 

Jinx swung opened her door and beamed eagerly, "Welcome to my humble abode!" She exalted and gestured widely to her room with her arm. 

Half-melted purple candles were around her room. The curtains were partially opened letting the drawings in neon paint glow. 

Crystals, inactive chompers, and glowsticks hung above the ceiling. Her hoverboard leaned on her dresser with a few clothes sticking out of its drawers. 

A vinyl rack holder and bookshelf were against the wall. The music box he created for her sat on her nightstand. 

When Jinx closed her door, there were three crayon drawings on the back of it. There were drawings of enforcers but two stood out. 

Sevika had a mustache and a monocle, and her mouth was stitched closed. The words 'Liar', 'Ogre', and 'Dumbass' were written around her. 

Caitlyn's eyes were crossed out. She sported devil horns and pointed ears.  She showed off her fangs with a malicious grin. 

'Bitch' was written in red crayon numerous times. They each had throwing knives jutted from their faces. 

He had a small frown. He didn't know Caitlyn that well but Vi trusted and liked her. 

She was the only Piltie that gave a shit about Zaunites and seemed genuine about wanting to help his hometown. He gave her props for that. 

Even though he didn't gve a shit about the rest of the topsiders; At least Vi would be there to console her while she grieved her mother. 

They knew all too well what it was like to lose family members. 

Jinx carefully took the vinyl out of the cover and then placed the needle on the disc. 

She set her butterfly knife on her desk. There were unfinished blueprints of new inventions that were laid on the table. 

He look up at the crucified bunny plushie above her desk and then grimaced.  He draped his jacket behind the chair before he pulled it out to sit. 

In the corner of her room, she lit four red candles with Silco's lighter she held onto after the tea party. 

She lit the cigar and waved it around like an incense. She deeply inhaled the bitter scent then sighed softly with a small smile. She then set it in the ashtray on the small table with the lighter. 

She sat on her bed and undid the laces and buckles on her platform boots. 

Above was an old drawing of her, Vander, Vi, Claggor, and Mylo. Besides that was drawing of her as a child and holding Silco's hand. Along with a drawing of Silco with hearts. 

'I love you, Dad!' 

'I miss you SO much!!!' 

'I'm so sorry.'

'I didn't mean to'

She wrote the last two sentences with broken hearts and a frowny face with tears drawn. 

A dull ache reverberated in his chest. 

It's a memorial.

He had forgiven her. 

Although, it still stung how she choose Silco over him. He was with her when she pushed him away and had no one else to support her. 

No matter how much he despised him, he would always be her beloved father. 

He tore his eyes away from the drawings. He slumped over, staring at his hands folded in his lap. 

Her giddiness from a minute ago had dissipated. She looked away and bit her lower lip nervously. 

Oh great. You wanted to spend some time with him but your room is making him sad. It's only a matter of time before he wants to leave.

She breathed deeply and then rubbed her hands down her split purple and black stockings. 

She moved a nonexistent strand of hair behind her pierced ear. "You can...you can sit by me if you want." 

Ekko jerked his head up, "Huh?" 

Oh Gods, I made it worse. 

A flush crept across her cheeks. She shook her head and started waving her hand dismissively. "Nothing. It's fine. I-" 

"No, no. I was just surprised. I'm alright with it." He quickly assured. 

"Oh!" She nodded, fiddled with the long sleeves of her purple and black striped crop top. 

A smile returned to her face and she patted the empty spot next to her. He smiled shyly and took up on her offer. 

He had his back straight with his hands on his lap. Why was he so stiff? Did he hate being here? Was he ready to leave?

"I want to paint it. The ashtray. It's what his looked like. I probably should have done that first but I wasn't thinking. I'll show it to you later if you want," She rambled. 

"I bet it will be great. You're an amazing artist." 

She flashed him a smirk. "Thanks. You draw good, too." 

They sat in silence again-the music didn't count. 

Why are we being so weird? We're just sitting on a dumb bed. It's not like anything is going to happen. Just say what you need to say before he leaves.

Her knee gently bounced, her lips pressed together in a tight grimace. She inhaled deeply then sighed. 

"I'm glad I'm here with you. I really am," She toyed with her bracelet. "But if...I want him here. But I don't know if we'd ever reconcile if he was... " 

Ekko clenched his jaw before he scoffed, "He would have killed me if he knew I was with you,” he grumbled. 

Their lives were hard and they struggled to get by, but they were all happy. They had each other until Silco showed up and tore their family apart. 

Silco never allowed her to see him after the incident. When she snuck out to meet him it was even worse since she refused to go with him.

She wanted to stay with him. She told him she was happy.

Jinx's yelp of laughter startled him out of his thoughts.

Ekko's adorable, oblivious face twisted in confusion had made her giggle even more. 

If Silco found her with a man-not just any man. The leader of The Firelights of all people. In her room nonetheless. 

Silco would have been livid and even more determined to hunt Ekko and his gang down to feed his bloodlust. 

They've been a nuisance to him for several years, she was told to kill them, yet harbored a crush on said leader since she was twelve. 

The truth can be funny sometimes. 

Her friendly, affectionate pat on his cheek didn't help quell his puzzled expression. 

So, not only it was a known fact that she was crazy. But now, he had to think she was a complete weirdo, too. 

But honestly, he should have known this by now. If only he understood how comical it was, then he would be laughing, too. 

After her laughter subsided, she sighed and lay on her bed. She stared at the ceiling with a faint smile. 

"Thanks for being here," She looked back at him. "It's dumb. I know you hate him. He felt the same about you,” She chuckled weakly. "But I miss him... and I just wanted a friend." 

His expression switched to something softer. 

"I do," He affirmed. 

"But, I care about how you feel more. And I don't want you to think you have to deal with this alone. You can come to me if you want to talk about him and I can listen." 

She sat up on her elbows with a raised eyebrow. "You'd do that for me?" 

"Yeah, It's what friends do for each other." 

A smile blossomed on her face. 

That was Ekko for you. The Boy Savior had a big heart and always took care of others. 

She sat up and fixed her shirt by tugging it down. However, she looked at herself and chuckled. 

It was a weak attempt at modesty, really. 

It was torn in the middle revealing her black bra and cleavage. There wasn't anymore her outfit could expose to him. 

She dropped her hands by her side. She closed her eyes, inhaling the comforting scent of the cigar, listening to the soothing jazz music. 

"On cold, rainy days we sat by the fireplace. Before bed, he would look over his reports, I would be playing with toys or drawing while this played. Sometimes, he'd even dance with me." A fond smile crept upon her face. 

"He tried braiding my hair but he was terrible at it. He loved my desserts and tried helping me with varying results. He let me draw on almost anything. And you know how I click my pen sometimes?" 

Ekko curtly nodded. 

"It reminds me of injecting medicine in his eye. The first time I did it I was so nervous. But he encouraged me that I could do it and I actually did. He believed in me..." 

The corner of her mouth turns downwards, her shoulders slouched, with her eyes staring at the floor. 

"I can't convince you that he was a good person. But he treated me well. He loved me when no one else did," She croaked, and she wiped the tears with the back of her hand. 

I've always loved you.

Ekko pursed his lips and squeezed his hands. 

He felt like he was fourteen again. He wanted to confess how he felt about her but ended up backtracking. 

He was going to tell her someday, but now wasn't an appropriate time. 

"I've always cared about you, Jinx." He said instead, his heart in his throat. 

"I never want you to think otherwise. I'm going to try my best to help you. You're not alone, Jinx, I'm here for you." 

It was as if a damn burst. She clutched him and buried her face in his shirt. He immediately pulled her into an embrace while she sobbed. 

The only people who cared for her were Vi and Silco and they were both gone. 

She missed Silco and he was dead because of her. She even missed the close bond she and Vi use to have before her sister fucked it all up. 

The irony wasn't lost on her. She mocked him for being a savior on the bridge but Ekko was the only one in her corner that she had left. 

Some days she felt like she didn't deserve his kindness and wondered why he would put up with her. When will he get sick of her and change his mind? 

Her sobs eventually turned into whimpers and then sniffling. 

She closed her eyes and listened to his steady heartbeat. It was better than music she ever heard. 

He was alive. 

He was here. 

He was real. 

He stroked her hair and she sighed softly. It felt good to have someone play in her hair. 

"When it rains, we can listen to Jazz together. If you want,” he said. "And we can bake, too." 

He was being sweet and thoughtful and she appreciated it. He was trying to cheer her up but she couldn't resist passing up on the opportunity. 

"Your cupcakes are so hard, they can be used to knock someone unconscious." 

Ekko’s shocked laughter had his chest rumble. She cracked a grin and laughed with him. 

"I was fourteen! You gotta let some things go." 

"When you eat baking like that, it's hard to forget no matter how the years fly by." 

Ekko bumped his knee into her. "Shut up." 

"You tell me to shut up again and no one will find your body."She playfully threatened and bumped her knee into his. He nudged her arm then she shoved his. 

There was a stretch of comfortable silence between them. 

His posture noticeably changed. His shoulders dropped, and his hands were on his sides while slightly leaning back on her bed. 

She wiped at any remaining tears on her face. "Why are you so nice to me?" 

He gave a one-shoulder shrug. "We've been hating each other for seven years. I'd rather make up for lost time, yeah?"

Jinx hummed.  "Yeah, you're right." 

He smirked at her. "I know. I'm always right."

She scoffed in disgust and rolled her eyes. "Shut the hell up. This is why I'm never nice to you." 

Jinx hated feeling weak. It was why Powder was seen as useless to her family. It was why she had to die to become strong. 

But with Ekko her heart became mushy like over-chewed gum. Except she liked it. 

She liked when he looked at her, when he smiles at her, and when he laughed with her, when they teased each other. 

Maybe she was even more delusional, but she thought she felt his heated gaze on her when her back was turned. She would look over at him but he was looking elsewhere. 

Whatever it was, she liked that, too. It made her heart race and her insides feel warm and gooey like hot fudge. 

Her hand slid beside his and locked her pinky around his. 

His heart fluttered at their loosely connected fingers. He then moved his hand on top of hers and she turned her palm to stroke his knuckles with her thumb. 

His hand was big and warmer than hers. His fingernails were unpolished and she wanted to paint them so they could matchy-match.

She was dumbfounded at how he held her hand like it was something precious. As if she would slip away if he let go.

Her hands were forever stained with blood that had taken so many lives without remorse. 

While Ekko had remained kind-hearted as his hands created a sanctuary to help people in need. 

Without Ekko giving her a second chance, she would be alone, cooped up in her hideout. She would be scrounging on the streets somewhere for food until she was ultimately caught and arrested. 

Their arms were pressed against each other and their knees were still touching. Her pink eyes looked up from their hands to meet his brown eyes. 

They were so comforting that they made it impossible to look away from the warmth his gaze provided. 

She tilted her head in consideration then after a moment reached up to cup his cheek, her thumb slowly swiped along the corner of his mouth. 

His gaze dropped to her lips. His hand squeezed hers as he quickly licked his own and then locked on her eyes. 

Oh Gods. 

Can he hear her heart? It was pounding rapidly in her chest that it rang in her ears. 

She always wanted him to be her first kiss. 

She wanted to kiss him to thank him for everything he was doing. 

He forgave her despite her sins. 

He didn't see her as just the long-gone sweet, innocent Powder or the malicious, cold-hearted Jinx-not anymore at least. 

He saw her as a person capable of doing bad things but also being able to do good. 

He was the only beacon of light in this wretched world full of lies and betrayal. 

She wanted him to reciprocate her feelings but she was the grim reaper to everyone she cared about. 

She wanted to keep him safe. He deserved better than her because dear Gods. 

She couldn't lose another person in her shitty life. If she lost him, whatever scrap of sanity she had left would completely eviscerate. 

Her hand began to slide down. She pressed her lips into a thin line then turned her head with her eyes squeezed shut as if she was in agonizing pain. 

Realization struck him. 

She just finished crying over her father seven minutes ago and was most likely vulnerable yet he was ready to kiss her. She was probably coming to her senses that this was a bad idea. 

He didn't want to take advantage of her. That would never be his intention. He didn't want to make her uncomfortable or become something she would regret. 

I'm such a piece of shit.

His cheeks burned with shame and disgust at himself. She was far more important than his desire for her. 

"Jinx, I'm so-" 

Her fingers grasped his chin. His heart stuttered when she leaned in and pressed her lips against his cheek; her black lipstick marking him. 

Sure, she didn't kiss his mouth. But considering she couldn't muster to even kiss him on the cheek as a kid, it was a big step up. 

"Thank you. For everything," She said in earnest. 

He blinked himself out of his daze as he registered what had just happened. He gingerly touched his cheek which was warm for a different reason. 

He broke out in a sheepish grin. "Of course. Anything." 

She giggled softly while shaking her head. 

What a cute, stupid dork.

She released his hand and then engulf him in a bear hug as much as her thin arms could. "Thanks, Pippin." 

Ekko raised an eyebrow with an amused smile. "You keep calling me that. You seriously have to tell me what that means." 

She nuzzled his shirt and inhaled his scent. "It means annoying, smug, asshole. It fits you perfectly,” She murmured with a smirk. 

He chuckled, his eyes brimming at her with adoration. His arms wrapped around her frame to hold her tightly. He rested his chin on top of her head with a smile. 

She lo-no. Everyone she loves dies because of her. She...liked, liked him. That should suffice, right? 

She liked liked him very much and wanted him to know someday. Her heart belonged to him and she would give it to him if he ever asked.

He was her little man. 

Her boy savior. 

Her dreamboat. 

Her Angel. 

He just didn't know he was hers yet.

[triangle-strategy-notes]

Milo Concept Art

Milo's concept reference art. Translation notes and text id below the cut.

Anna's page also has a fair amount of information about Milo; here's a link to that too.

Translation Notes:

None this time! Everything was pretty straightforward.

Text id:

[id: There are two images, each displaying one of two of Milo's pages in the Triangle Strategy artbook as they're written in Japanese. The next image is a translation of the illustrator's note on the first page, and reads, "The shading on the bulge of her bent left elbow was added by Mr. Urushihara when he looked over it. Without this little shadow, the arm looks totally different……! (Rina Yoshiura)" The next image is the translations for the top half of the second page. There's a title that reads "Country C Spy", and a drawing of Milo reclining as cherry blossom petals around her that has the caption, "Fragrant and sexy." There is also an image of a chakram overlaid with a jambiya dagger that has the caption, "Her weapons are inspired by Middle Eastern-styled concealed weaponry, such as jambiyas and chakrams." The next image has a translation of the bottom half of the second page, and contains an illustrator's note that reads, "Based on Mr. Ikushima's rough sketch, I drew the back view and other supplementary details. This is one of the few designs that fall into the 'sexy' category. (Tatsuaki Urushihara)". /end id]

[sagesilentfire]

I FINISHED A SKETCHBOOK! Every page is drawn upon. It only took me... eight years. Wow. I only started working on it in earnest about six months ago, though, so... yeah. 

TO CELEBRATE: I want to take one of these sketches and develop it into a full rendered digital painting. I will make a fun little quiz and we'll narrow it down to one drawing. Quiz and logistics coming later, but will be posted here.

A lot of this is me figuring out designs for characters I haven't even written about yet, so look out for that. I'll elaborate one every sketch if you're interested, so keep reading if you want to know who's who. The sketches are generally in reverse chronological order from top to bottom.

1. Alice, a new character in Star and Marcie and the Forces of Evil, my latest project. She's fighting. She's a fighter. She's a love interest, but I hope I make her interesting on her own.

2. Cinder, wearing a shirt Kowari and Kultarr got for her. He will never take it off.

3. Various faces for Iako, a character in my next project that I'm 90% sure on the design for. She lives in a world of kitsunes who accidentally got addicted to gaining their nine tails through murder. Also magic powers are cursed. Iako wants to make magic better, so she goes on a trip to a mysterious island that holds the key to ending the curses... and their lives. Also it's based on the original premise of Lightlark. Hehe. Prologue can be found here. It's part 2.

4. lorge Sílthéy and small derg. 

5. Practicing SilkWings and playing around with dragon faces, plus their defining attributes.

6. ANCIENT Sílthéy expression practice. This is years before the eye redesign, but you can still get the essence of her character and how she's born out of my religious trauma.

7. ANCIENT Sílthéy expression practice cont.

8. SilkWing practice with face shapes.

9. Alice fullbody. My second drawing of her, getting her design down.

10. a. Evelyn, the protag of a story I'd like to tell someday. I can't say much more than that, except that it's a tragedy of epic proportions. b. Human Sílthéy

11. Alice and Shinjai. Shinjai is a main character in SAMATFOE, and she and Alice have an almost-thing going. 

12. Iako and a still unnamed... side character? They're studying the book Iako gets in the prologue.

13. This is [NAME REDACTED]. They're from a universe inspired by Star Wars, but if it was animated and also deeply weird. [NAME REDACTED] is [TOP SECRET INFORMATION]

14. First drawing of Alice. Figuring out her cheekmarks, and what I wanted to keep in her show design (she's based on a one-off background character).

15. More Iako drawings. Left out her hair in a, can't remember if it was intentional or not.

16. A dragon from a Wings of Fire inspired sci-fi world.

17. RPG species. They're aliens who are eusocial, and females are split into four "genders"/roles in society. This gender is soldier, distinguished by their massive claws and size. Their job is everything that requires strength.

18. An early Tethalaos, and also an entirely plausible form for them to take.

19. Above mentioned RPG species. This gender is gatherer, distinguished by their small body and delicate hands. 

20. Another dragon from above mentioned Wings of Fire inspired sci-fi.

21, 23-26. More sketches of [NAME REDACTED]. As you might guess, I quite like them. I just think they're neat, and I wanted to get their design down solidly.

22. Wasp friend :D

27. Shinjai's new crown, as seen in the latest chapter of SAMATFOE.

28. Funny Christmas Carol-inspired AU of SAMATFOE that I drew after being bludgeoned over the head with Christmas music for hours in a holiday sale I was working at.

29. Sílthéy being big mad.

30. RainWing. Not sure who this is.

31. Toffee's Mewberty wings.

32. More Evelyn.

33. LunarWings, but in my sci-fi world.

34. Yet another species in my sci-fi world.

35. Star and Marcie from SAMATFOE

36. Espina, a character from an urban-fantasy boarding school story about being bonded to animals people often find disgusting and repulsive. Espina controls wasps.

37. All the they/them nonbinary characters in SAMATFOE at the time of this drawing. From left to right: Nova, Toffee, Necahua, Dr. Edevane, Mayhem and Miette Maizley, Higgs, and of course, Tethalaos. Drawn at a nonbinary people meetup.

38. Sílthéy again

39. The oldest drawing in the book, Darkstalker from before we even knew what he looked like. An old doodle, but it proves how dedicated I was to Darkstalker being a good guy back in the day.

40. A design for an old idea I had of a hollow mountain filled with outcasts from society. Might revisit it, there's enough there to make at least a novella.

41. Toffee fashion sketches.

42. An old drawing of Sílthéy in her Wings of Fire dragon form, a hybrid named Liminal (nicknamed Lin). I'm pretty happy with how it turned out, honestly.

43. Sílthéy even BIGGER mad

44. More from the hollow mountain. The outcasts are protected by these guys, and in exchange they're cleaned and fed.

[theseunfinishedlives]

The wanted poster drew him in, that much was certain. Other than the Captain and himself, Peeta had yet to interact with anyone on this side of the island who could read or write half so well as what the page displayed. It sure didn't make sense for the Tribe to venture this far away from their settlement to put up something like this, so the question that he mulled over as he sat with some of the other crew was who in Neverland was keeping a secret?

So intrigued by the mystery behind the poster, his thoughts continued to be occupied by nothing else as the group began heading back to the ship. Changing course at the last second, he snatched the paper off the wall and returned to the counter. "When was this brought in," he questioned, showing the man behind the counter what he was holding. Giving it a cursory once over that Peeta could tell didn't impart any information to the guy, Peeta was told he'd never seen it before so it must have been that same day.

Upon leaving the building, Peeta looked at the sky as he made his way to the docked rowboats, silently admiring the colors of the setting sun and deciding he might as well see about getting an answer to his question.

He hadn't the faintest idea of what to do when it came to snares or even walking quietly in the forest. He was snapping twigs with every step it seemed, leaving him embarrassed by his own ineptitude. Perhaps the person behind the ad was still too far away to-

"Don't move another step in that direction."

Peeta halted, mortified to learn that he did in fact have an audience.

"Are you the one who put up the wanted poster?" he questioned, taking the encounter more seriously than what had been ordered of him by not moving at all. Not even to look around. When he didn't hear anything in response to his question, he began to relax, wondering if the person had left him alone only to be surprised by the appearance of an arrow pointed directly at him. What followed the arrow into the clearing surprised him even more.

A female pirate. Who could apparently move without making any noise because Peeta could swear on his family's graves that the person who stopped him had been behind him in the tree tops.

"You're loud when you walk." she spoke bluntly, answering and not answering his question at the same time.

"I can't disagree with that. But I am just about the only person on the side of the island you put the wanted poster up on that knows how to use a weapon that isn't a sword, let alone could read the poster in the first place."

They both seemed to think of the same thing at the same time, because while he breathed a sigh of relief that she lowered her weapon and wouldn't be killing him, she was letting out a sigh of disappointment that he was most likely correct and killing him would do her no good.

If it weren't for the longbow resting across his chest, she would have disappeared into the trees and left the man to find his way back to the ship in the dark on his own. In fact, that wasn't such a bad idea, she considered. He needed plenty of practice at moving through the forest without alerting the entire island of his whereabouts. What better way to get that practice than in the fading light of day?

"You need to learn how to tread lightly. Hope you've had plenty of rest because you're going to be walking back and forth between Hangman's Tree and the beach until even I can't find you," she told him, pulling back into the tree line until he couldn't see her anymore. The next time she spoke, she was above him again, perfectly hidden by the full branches. "Start walking."