#i swear i'll draw something more normal soon

[grim-echoes]

[ TAKE ME THROUGH THE FIRE ]

[chalkrub]

been doodling some bri'ish wildlife - love seeing these guys. because they are the classics aren't they?

[lets-get-kraken-boys]

I don't mean to be mean or rude but there were these people in my class who were wearing like REALLY revealing clothes and I've gotten an idea: How would yandere class 1A react to the reader who's usually an introvert suddenly wearing really revealing clothing since she wants to be noticed and doesn't want to be viewed as an introvert anymore? Tbh, this is actually what I'm thinking rn... it's like if I want to be noticed in my college these days, that's the step I'll have to take but I don't feel comfortable wearing such revealing clothes

~#~#~#~ Just a happy reminder that everyone is allowed to wear whatever they want, whenever they want! You can wear t-shirts, sweatpants, miniskirts, high heels, platforms, formal dresses, boxers, thongs; you can even walk around naked! I wouldn't recommend being fully nude outside, but you do you. Anyways, clothes don't determine who you are or what you identify as! ~#~#~#~

Also, I know you wrote Reader in your ask as female identifying (she/her), but I am going to continue writing them as gender neutral! Let me know if you have a problem with that.

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So, for starters, let's talk about the school days. Since the uniforms are pretty standard, it's a little hard to spruce them up to be "skimpier". If you choose to wear the women's uniform, you could pull up the skirt further up your hips so the hem brushes the tops of your thighs. Could even doll yourself up with a few accessories in your hair, on the clothes, or even some jewelry. If you choose to wear the men's uniform, you could pull a Bakugo by not wearing the tie or unbutton the top few buttons of your uniform. Show a little cleavage (both pecs and boobs can have cleavage. I don't discriminate between cleavage; all types are delicious 🤤). Paint your nails, wear some makeup; anything you can really!

Now, since most of the class keeps a close eye on you 24/7, they're gonna notice every little thing you do to yourself. From the way you wear your hair, to the shoes you skip down the halls in, to the exact scents you use for your shampoo and body sprays; nothing is secret to them. So, when they notice for the first time that your skirt's riding a little higher than normal, or they're getting a face full of your pec cleavage, their minds are flying all over the place. Everyone is going to have their eyes unconsciously drift to you every so often, or they're on you all the time.

Izuku and Uraraka are just blushing up a storm. Deku cannot stop looking at you—or, rather, your exposed skin. He swears he doesn't mean to be a pervert! You just look...so soft. It's killing him. He just wants to nuzzle up to you and forget the school day all together. When you try to talk to him throughout the day, he's just a ball of stutters, nervous giggles, and never-ending mumbles. But as soon as you turn your back, he is writing in his notebook, scribbling outfits that show the same amount (or even more) skin you're showing now that he believes you would look ethereal in. He also cannot stop writing things along the lines of 'They look so cute.', 'I can't look at them again! It's too much!', and 'How can I tell them how I feel when seeing them like this makes me forget my words?'

Ochaco's no better. She can't stop thinking about how sweet your thighs look. And how when you sit down, your skirt rides even higher up. You're such a little tease, can you even fathom what you're doing to her?! She's losing her mind; she's practically two seconds away from getting down on one knee and proposing to you right now. She's sighing in a puppy love manor, writing her name and your name together in the last page of her notebook. She's drawing little stick figures that are supposed to be you and her kissing, holding hands, hugging, basically doing everything together. Hearts and sparkles drawn in a pink glittery gel pen are everywhere on the page of art she has dedicated to you.

Some people are a little more uptight than others COUGH COUGH Iida COUGH COUGH and are gonna hound you throughout the day. The second you walk into the class, he is all over you. Iida's stuttering something about fixing your attire, something about how you are in a professional academy and you can't walk around looking like that and blah blah blah. Everything that is coming out of his mouth is just a flimsy coverup to try and hide the rapidly spreading blush seeping across his cheeks. How can you do this to him?!?! As the class president, he is ashamed of how he can't stop his eyes from drifting all across your body, but he can't stop. He desperately tries to focus on your adorable face, but he doesn't know how much longer he can keep up the façade of being a proper gentleman.

His commotion to your attire draws the attention of the rest of your friends. The room is then split between a mixture of squeals and yelling, and dead silence.

Across the class, Todoroki is falls quieter than usual. It's unnerving, he's acting like how he was the first few weeks of class, aloof and unapproachable. On the outside, he doesn't show much (what's new), but on the inside it's simultaneously a raging typhoon and a fervent volcanic eruption all at once. He feels his body heat up to a scorchingly dangerous level, and drop to a frost-biting chill in a matter of seconds. Shoto's poor brain can't wrap around what he's seeing. His darling, his everything, is fully on display (you are nowhere near that level, you're just showing a tiny amount more of skin LOL) for his eyes to see. It's like he's reached nirvana. He feels all warm and fuzzy inside, though his outside is still a staggering contrast of temperatures.

Bakugo cannot decide whether to be angry at you or angry at his idiot classmates. As he finally breaks his gaze from you, he watches the class's faces shift into hunger and desire and he decides. Yep. He's angrier at them than he is at you. But he understands where their desire is coming from. He's in the same sinking boat. He wants to look at your forever; say 'fuck it' to the lessons that day, scoop you into his arms, and run back to the dorms to hide you away for only him to see. He feels his palms heat up and leak sweat like a faucet from both the anxiety of how gorgeous you look and from the aggression of wanting to beat everyone around him into pulps for daring to peek at what’s his. He yells at everyone to stop their clamoring, shoving his face down to stare at the desk instead of your fucking cute nervous expression.

Kirishima is slack-jawed, heart-eyed. The real life combination of these two emojis: 😳😍. He's literally dying to feel how soft your skin is as he scans your body over and over again. It's like a song on repeat in his mind, encouraging his eyes to soak up as much of you as he can, forcing him to do it all over again multiple times. He feels like a cringy and awkward middle schooler seeing the contents of a pervy magazine, or a semi-naked person, for the first time. Then, it hits him. Kirishima isn't alone in seeing this newfound expanse of your body. As soon as that registers in his mind, he flips on a 180° and wants nothing more than to pull your skirt down or button your shirt himself. He wants to protect you from the disgusting eyes gaping at you. Kirishima snaps his jaw closed and bites his lip to keep in the growl forming at the back of his throat. His mind calculates all the people witnessing your beauty. He thinks he wants this image all to himself.

Denki, Sero, and Mina are panting like freaking dogs. They are eating up how you dressed today. Denki is privately thanking whatever god influenced you to dress yourself in this way today. Mina is squealing inside and out, thinking about how she feels like she's the main character in one of those romance manga she reads and how you're dressing like that to catch her attention alone (you’re not, but her theory is what she chooses to believe). Sero can't stop grinning all day because of how sweet you are, dressing in that manor to steal his attention (again, you’re not, but oh well). The two boys might even try to sneak a picture of you, but Mina quickly shuts that behavior down and makes them delete the photos thank goodness for our girlboss.

Tsu, Momo, Jiro, and Hagakure all cannot work up the courage to say how absolutely alluring you look today. Maybe they'll say it in flippant passing, but they cannot put into words how you truly make them feel. They’re antsy and nervously giggling all day whenever you get close, so much so that you think they have a fever. They’re just flustered because you’re stunning. Please don’t take their lack of words negatively! They’re obsessed with you, and that possessiveness clouds their better judgement at times. Secretly, they’re all planning how to successfully sneak into your dorm room and steal an item of your clothes to keep. Tsu and Hagakure are not known as the leading stealth heroes of Class 1-A for nothing~.

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At first, they all thought it was an accident. Maybe you were just a little clumsy dressing yourself this morning! Maybe you're overly stressed and didn't even notice that you're showing more of yourself than you ever have! Yeah, that has to be it.

They only get concerned when you start to dress like this outside of school as well. Don't get them wrong, you look incredible (all of them are constantly drooling at the sight of the amount of skin you are showing off. They want to stroke, caress, pinch, and even bite every bit of it.), but they are worried. Ever since they first met you, you'd been so shy and reserved, so, why are you dressing so provocatively now?

Short skirts, crop tops, low cut shirts, everything under the sun that showed a little more and more was what you suddenly exclusively wore. Again, they know you can wear whatever you want to wear, but what happened to their shy (Y/N)?

A few of the girls sit down with you one day and have a chat about your shift in attire. You explain your dilemma to them, and they resonate with your change in demeanor. It's hard being labeled as one thing, and when you try to branch out to try something different, you’re looked at strangely. The change you choose to make my not be acknowledged in a positive light. They reassure you that they all love the style you're trying out, and how you look to die for, but you do not have to completely change who you are for anyone else.

Being comfortable in your own skin correlates with the clothes you wear that make you feel the most, well, you! If dressing in thinner, smaller fabric is what you enjoy now, then go right ahead! If you find that the former isn't working for you anymore, and you wish to dress in baggier, less attention-catching clothes, rock on. Whatever you wear, they will support you the best they can.

Though, that doesn't stop them from lashing out at creeps who stare at you for a bit too long~

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WHEEW. DAMN! I hope you guys like it. To the asker, I hope I fulfilled what you were looking for! Thank you so much for reading, I hope you have a wonderful day! :)

[catdracox]

TFA Sidearm - Live a Little

(Short story below the read me/keep reading.)

"You can live a little, you know. Like you used to."

That's what she said.

Sideswipe rolled his eyes as he watched Strongarm walk along the edge of the rooftop of the building from where he sat. It was just the two of them, thanking Primus for Cheetor taking the new students (Nightbeat, Siren and Hosehead) out on their last night patrol. Last thing he wants is distractions from three obnoxious teens and a officer that acts like a teen.

The two Autobots were out in one of Iacon's most beautiful twilight nights, where the stars shined at their brightest and the faintest peak of magenta could be seen. It was like this night came as a tangible whisper to the millions of lights in the sky.

It reminded Sideswipe of the times in his younger days, where he would try and pull the greatest stunt ever on special nights like this.

"Care to join me?"

He looked up to see Strongarm staring at him with a simple, yet inviting smile.

He just sighs. "Strongarm, I…I know things have been rocky since your return, and I don't think I'll have enough to say for-"

"Sideswipe, I know things have changed." She looked at him, not keeping her attention on where she's going anymore. "I changed, you changed. But is that really stopping us? We need to look forward to-"

Her foot didn't register its calculation when it came down slightly off-kilter on the edge and she felt her weight shift more to the right where, below her, a hard, metal pavement awaited.

But before anything could happen, a firm but gentle arm wrapped itself around her, a hand pressed firmly on her waist as she was pilled towards the mech that saved her.

Sideswipe felt his body go into overdrive. 30,000 stellar cycles on the force will do that. As soon as he saw Strongarm's body falter in one way, his instincts reacted and he pulled her away from the roof's edge, wrapping his arm protectively around her and brought her closer to his frame.

The two locked optics on each other for a long time, neither one making a move. Then Strongarm gave a small grin, one Sideswipe missed to the pits and back.

"Want to dance?"

He blinked. Dance? Is she fragging with me?! She could have died and yet here she was, acting like it never happened and going about it like normal.

Sideswipe looked at her, deadpanned. "You can't be serious."

She grinned more. "And what if I'm not?"

This femme, I swear… While he wouldn't say it, he missed how the two of them would be out at night, her chasing him in the darkest hours, just enjoying the sounds of their roaring engines.

He just pulled her closer, their bright optics illuminating their faces as he spoke sternly: "Let's see if you can keep up."

She smiles. "I plan to~"

(God, this felt like forever! I wanted to do a TFA Sidearm piece for a while. And I think TFA Strongarm might get a future ref sheet from me [and she might get a different look, not sure yet]. And this maybe just be an excuse to draw TFA Sideswipe as well, cause….well, Sideswipe is my favorite. The background was haphazardly put together.

Also, TFA Strongarm is a bit taller than TFA Sideswipe, thanks to some friends of mine on Discord for planting that idea in my head.

And the dialogue is something that I wanted to add. It may or may not be related to a fic I'm planning on making. We'll see.)

[mijikai12]

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edit11: i found out a few days ago that when ao3 said i'd be on by 1/30, they didnt mean 1/30/24, they meant 1/30/25. wtf

[knynumber1simphere]

Obanai Iguro x Male y/n

You were a demon, one that didn't show fear, and had no regrets. You hated company, and you hated people that got close to people you trusted, or people that broke the rules. You might have been a demon, but you trained yourself to object human blood, and instead you take animals, which does the same affect, and surprisingly there was rare blooded animals as well, and you've consumed 2, which leads to 2 hundred. You also kill and eat demons to make the demon slayers job a little easier. You glanced the sun from a tinted window in a restraint. You were well known around here and a lot of people new you were a demon. People trusted you ,a nd you did the same. Though there were some nay-sayers, you didn't let that stop you. You were the guardian of this village and never will you let any being hurt your friends. The waiter came up to you and smiled, "Hello Y/n nice to see you again, what may I get you?", she giggled. You smiled back, and faced her and away from the window, "I'll like a normal White chocolate coffee", you asked. She tilted her head, "Why do you drink coffee? I thought it doesn't fill you?", you assumed. You sigh, "It doesn't, I just like the taste", you pat her hand that was leaning on the table. She blushes, "I under-stand, sir", she stuttered while walking away as fast as possible. You were a sign of beauty, and a lot of people had little crushed on you, but you didn't really care about them, since there was only one man for you. You were only interest in men, and she knew that, yet she couldn't help but hope. You pulled out a photo of a childhood friend, that lived in a family of all females. He said that he didn't like it their and that he ran away but soon catch by what seemed like his mother. Though you didn't know him all that well, you spent around 4 mouths together before he was taken back.

3 hours Later

News of another demon in your village catch your attention. You moved to the news paper and growled, and if you knew what this growl was like to other humans, you'll be scared of yourself. You walk to the edge of the village and see something move. I draw my long sharp unbreakable nails reaching the ground. I get into my stance, "Who's out there, I swear if your the demon that's killed two of my beloved villager, I will end you with much torcher. Though any demons could regenerate, your nails had the same effect as a demon slayers sword, so you were able to kill them with ease. You moved forward, and...

SLASH. Your ear was chopped of in an instant. You jump back dogdeing the next attack that was going to follow. You sharpen your nails, "Listen here, I will not let you pass this point you deserving demo-", you got knocked back into another tree. Their was a man with a black a white Kimono, in a stripe pattern. You tilted your head, "Oh? Are you apart of the demon slayer corps? I haven't met a slayer yet. Nice to mee-", he slashed you again, but missed. He had hatred in his eyes and it looked like he wanted to kill you. You understood and took a deep breath, "Please stop, there is a rule standing that the demons of my kind should not be harmed in this village/ hey, stop trying to attack me and listen you rule breaking punk", you move forward with amerce speed deactivating your demon ability and just cut his arm, "You sir need to take a chill pilll and read the instruction, we are both trying to defeat the demon that's killing my people, so let's work together and -", this guy wasn't giving up on killing you. You sighed and used your second demon technique and chopped the side of his neck but using the speed of light, "I warned you didn't I?", you picked him up bridal style and carried him to the nursing home to help him get back from a cut and a chop to the neck, while you went out and consumed some more old animal from the farm. You were right in the middle of eating some chicken, but you found the demon and decided to eat him instead. (Don't do battle scenes to well)

5 hours later.

You got back to then nursery and saw the man from before, but before you could walk up to him you say the young girl talking to him, "Sorry about our little demon sir. He might seem like a normal demon, but trust me he's as loving as any human, though he is quite stuck up. He's never eaten a human, and instead he feeds off the demons or the old animals from the farm. It's been this way for 4 year now, and I say 99% of people like him, and sometimes more says then one", she says winking. You never really knew you were that important, but it was nice to know people liked you. She continued, "He also is like our own little demon slay-", she sees you in the corner of her eye and flusters up, "S-sorry, I d-didn't know y-you were there. Sorry~", she stuttered from embarrassment. You sighed, "It's fine, I know all this already", you said while looking at the demon slayer, "And by the way, I've already killed the demon that's been killing my people, so when your ready you can leave, but if you want to stay, then that’s your choice. I was going to walk out but something grabbed my hand. I turn back to see a blue and yellow eyed man, “I didn’t really get to see your face before, what’s with the mask?”

"If what your saying is true then I need proof", he said with a stern tone. You sigh walking over to the nurse, and gently lift her arm, "May I?", you asked so politely.

"Of course", he blushed. You lifted her arm and pieced her her skin gently. You took the blood and rubbed it on your nose and mouth. You look back at the snake boy and smirk, "I'm amuse to blood, in fact I find human blood disgusting"

"But... It seems like you need to come with me", he demanded. What the hell is this guy on about?

[jellyfishxxi]

Shooting Star, Travel Far

S1, Ch 1: Echoes of Thunder

Summary: A normal day at the castle of Katolis. Callum failing at training, Soren and Claudia lightly teasing each other, and your adoptive father is being hunted by Moonshadow assassins. Wait, what?!

Genre: Comedy, Light Angst

Warnings: Sadness, abuse, abandonment

Characters: Callum, Ezran, Bait, Soren, Claudia, Harrow, Viren, Reader

Relationships: None if you don't count Callum's crush on Claudia

Notes: I'm not writing this word for word from the show, so be prepared for some differences, but I'll try and keep the overarching story the same.

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Rain poured down onto the roof. You and Ezran had shared a bedroom for the longest time, so looking over to see the small boy sleeping with bait like he usually did was a comfort for you. You smiled and looked through the doorway, seeing Callum at his easel, drawing something.

You put your bookmark in your book and picked up a candle, walking over to your step-brother. Leaning over his shoulder, you looked at the paper, seeing a dragon melting a man made of marshmallows. "Whatcha drawing?" You asked. Callum jumped, shifting away from you.

You only laughed. "Dang it, _____, don't do that!" He scolded, causing you to laugh more. "Sorry, Callum." You spoke in between laughs, before putting the candle down. "Nice drawing, though. You've got a gift." You spoke, looking back down at the paper. Callum smiled.

"Thanks. It's just something that popped into my head." He spoke, looking back down at the paper. "Take that, Marshmallow man!" He laughed, causing you to laugh too. A lightning bolt struck the roof of the tower, causing Ezran to wake up.

"Callum? _____?" He spoke, looking into Callum's room. "It's just a lightning bolt, Ez." Callum began. "It can't hurt you, try and go back to sleep." You spoke, walking back to your own bed. Ezran nodded and turned around, his back facing you as he and bait fell back asleep. Soon enough, you and Callum blew out your candles too, drifting into the land of sleep.

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"Mommy! Mommy please, I can be good I swear! Please mommy, don't send me away!" The child pleaded, tears in their eyes. Their mother didn't care how many years they shed, or how much they begged to stay. "Shut up." She said, kicking them off. "I don't want to spend another second looking at this... This..." The woman thought. "Abomination's face! Get it out of my sight!" She yelled.

"Yes, my queen." One of the guards said, picking up the child. The queen turned and left, not bothering to look back. The child reached out for her, begging for their mother to come back, to let them stay. The guard that held them felt sorry for them, as he knew the queen would not let them stay. He knew the queen was cruel, so did everyone else. But never in their minds would they have thought she'd abandon her own child.

The child didn't know how long they had walked. But eventually, they came to a stop. The guard gently set them down on a rock, kneeling before them. "I'm so sorry, your highness." He said, gently caressing the crying child's cheek. "You don't deserve this." He said, wiping their eyes. The child sniffed in response.

The guard took out an apple from his pocket and handed it to them. "Here. You'll need it." He said as the child took the fruit. "Goodbye, little one. I hope whoever finds you will be kinder than the queen." The guard gently hugged the child, leaving shortly after. The child sat on the rock, their knees close to their chest as they cried some more. They just wanted to go home.

The wind blew past their ears. A song rode on the harsh, winter breeze. It comforted the child, causing their cries to lessen. They couldn't explain it, but the song felt familiar. The voice, though it felt far away, felt familiar. Their cries finally stopped as they leaned back, almost like they were being held.

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Your eyes snapped open and you shot up. Looking around, Ezran's bed was empty, and Callum wasn't in his room. They must be up already... You thought. Getting out of bed, you grabbed a notebook and charcoal stick before leaving the tower. Opening the notebook, you began to write.

I had the dream again last night. The one about a child being abandoned. Something tells me this dream is significant, be because this is the third time it's happened. But, I don't know. I have no clue what dreams mean, and I don't think there'd be any books in the library about the subject. I guess it'll remain an unsolved mystery.

You closed the notebook, looking up. You must've subconsciously walked to the training grounds, because there Callum was, practicing with Soren. And on a bench next to the 300-year-old tree was Claudia. Soren looked at you, making a spraying motion with his hands.

"Oh _____, you must avenge me! For I have been stabbed by the stab-prince!" He exclaimed dramatically. You laughed. "Looks like he finally got revenge for all the teasing." You joked, moving around to sit next to Claudia. "Morning, Claudia." You greeted the brunette. She looked up at you and smiled. "Morning, _____!" She returned the greeting, causing you smile in turn.

"Learn any new spells lately?" You asked. Claudia nodded, taking out an orb. "Check this out." She said, drawing a rune. "Aspiro!" She shouted, blowing out a large gust of wind. You laughed, smiling. "Sky magic, right?" Claudia nodded again. "Yep! This is a primal stone. It contains a real storm." You looked at her in awe.

"No way..." You exclaimed, eyes trained on the orb. It held thunderclouds that let out bursts of lightning occasionally. "Yes way!" Claudia exclaimed, putting the orb away. "And most humans don't know how to do magic, so that makes it all the more rare!" She explained. You nodded.

You seemed like you were about to say something, when you heard Opeli calling for you. "Prince Callum. Prince/Princess _____. King Harrow wishes to see the both of you." She said, alerting you and your adoptive step-brother. You stood up, waving Claudia goodbye as you followed Callum and Opeli out of the training grounds.

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You, Ezran and Callum stood outside the throne room. You took a breath in as Callum opened the doors, seeing various people around what you called the strategy table, one of which was your adoptive father. Callum cleared his throat, allowing Harrow to approach the three of you.

"Callum, Ezran, _____!" He began. "Congratulations, you're going to the banther lodge!" He said, causing the three of you to look at him in confusion. "Isn't the banther lodge the winter lodge?" Callum asked. "Yeah, what will we even do?" Ezran asked. Harrow seemed intent on pushing the idea.

"You could have dirtball fights! Or make dirtmen! Or even go mud sledding!" He suggested. You raised an eyebrow. "I don't think those are things." You said, folding your arms. Harrow's expression changed into a more serious one. "I just need you three to go tonight. This is not a debate. Pack your bags. You leave at sundown." The three of you stared at Harrow in surprise before leaving. Harrow looked at the doors as they closed before sighing, turning back to the strategy table.

As the three of you walked down the hallway, an overwhelming silence hung through the air. You opened your notebook, looking at your previous entries, sighing as you began to write your thoughts down.

We're going to the Banther lodge. I don't know why, but I have a feeling it isn't going to be good. We don't go there unless it's winter. There's definitely a reason, and it's likely a bad one. Sorry Callum, Ez. But if I find out, I'll have to keep it to myself. Another secret on the pile, I guess.

You put your charcoal stick away and closed your notebook, moving your eyes to look back at Ezran and Callum. There was still an underlying tension.

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It was the middle of the afternoon. Luckily for you, you had finished packing by now. You had resolved on taking only some clothes and few personal items. Now, you were simply wandering around the castle, tracing every wood carving and running your hand across the walls.

"...No defense will stand against them." You heard Lord Viren speak in another room. You quietly snuck over to the doors, leaning against them so you could hear what was being said.

"Once the full moon rises, they'll be virtually unstoppable, so we strike during the day." Viren spoke, presumably to Soren and Claudia. You peaked your head out from behind the door, watching the interaction. Viren took out a box.

"You'll use this Archangel Lunaris, a moon moth, to track and ambush them. And do it quickly. If they get inside, they won't hesitate." You were confused. Who wouldn't hesitate to do what? Seems Soren shared your confusion. "To do what?" He asked. Viren looked around, before whispering the answer to him.

"They're gonna kill the king?!" Soren shouted, causing your eyes to widen. You let out a shocked gasp, before immediately covering your mouth as Viren looked in your direction. He didn't see you, and turned back to face Soren.

"Discretion, boy! Do you want to cause a panic?!" He shouted. Whatever was said, you didn't hear the rest. You ran off to the room you shared with Callum and Ezran, breathing heavily. Assassins were coming to kill the king. And from the way Viren was speaking, you could only surmise that they were moonshadow elf assassins. Deadly accurate warriors.

You couldn't believe it. You didn't want to believe it. The man who took you in out of the kindness of his heart, who raised you like his own child...

Was going to die.

~•|💫|•~

TO BE CONTINUED

[angelinaheartshapedbox]

A Slapshot To The Heart

eren yeager x gn!reader <3

college au/smau. hockey player eren<333. musician/dancer reader.

summary: y/n l/n is a sophomore at paradis university with a scholarship in music. while taking a necessary technology course to complete their major, they meet the infamous hockey player, eren jeager. y/n does their best to avoid him, but their efforts fail as they continue to run into him everywhere. they soon find that eren isn't the douche bag every depicts him as, and grows very fond of his company.

WARNINGS: swearing, lower case intended, reader uses they/them pronouns, reader is attracted to all genders, eren is a huge himbo dork, any major trigger warnings will be given before each chapter.

this series is entirely sfw. mild suggestive themes, but nothing explicit.

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chapter nine!

"i enjoy everything about you."

wordcount: 878

chapter cws: reader gets called pretty.

i start freaking the fuck out the morning i'm supposed to see eren. i have to leave at 8:00am to make it to see eren, and to class. i'm fully dressed and ready by 7:55, but i start getting nervous.

everyone else is just barely waking up as i leave. i wave goodbye to them, even jean. no matter how mad i am at him i still want him to know that i care.

the drive there is stressful too. i'm gripping the steering wheel so hard my knuckles turn white. when i see eren's car parked outside the coffee shop, my heart starts beating like a motherfucker.

he's sitting at a table when i walk in, i wave and he smiles. he stands up as i get closer.

"hi" he wraps me in a hug.

"hey" i hug him back.

we awkwardly pull away and sit in our seats. he says he already ordered for me, he asked mikasa for my order. we went quiet.

"i hate this," i mumble, drawing little stars on the table with my fingertips.

"hate what?" he asks.

"this weird, awkward thing that's happening between us. we had a good thing going, and now it's ruined."

eren shook his head, "nah, it's not ruined. we just have to talk, you know, what we came here to do."

"right," i laugh, "so, we kissed."

"it was great."

"amazing."

"perfect."

my nerves calm as the word leaves his lips. he wears the sweetest grin on his face, and i can feel my cheeks getting warm.

"alright, well, we both enjoyed the kiss" i start.

"i enjoy everything about you," he tells me.

i can't help but smile at him. he's so perfect. this going to be so hard.

"i really like you, eren. like, holy shit. i have never felt like this before, i've been with other people, but you're just perfect."

he sighs, "i sense a 'but'."

"but…" i hiss, "before i go any further with you, which i wanna do so bad, i think i need to work things are with jean."

the barista places our drink on the table.

"so it's like you need his consent before i can be your boyfriend?" eren knits his brows together, making his infamous eren face. a face he'd never really made directly because of me.

"no, oh god, no! i'd just… prefer that he understands that he's gonna have to play nice if he wants me to be happy," i pause to look at him closely, "and so will you."

he grumbles something unintelligible as he takes a sip of his coffee.

"what was that?"

he takes a deep breath, "fine."

the rest of our breakfast is spent talking about more normal things. classes, my music, his hockey stuff. it's so comforting to know how he feels about me.

"hey, um, our first game is coming up on friday" eren informs me.

"oh?" i tilt my head as if jean hasn't been talking about it for weeks. eren just looks so excited, i don't want to steal his thunder.

he nods, "i'd really love it if you were there. if you need money for the tickets let me know and i'll take care of it."

"i'll be there" i beam.

his whole face lights up, his smile is wider than before. his foot tapping becomes rapid, "i don't want you to be there for the team. i want you to be there for me."

"and jean" i add, playfully.

he rolls his eye, "and jean."

it was monday, which meant i had tech with eren, so when we said goodbye it wasn't really goodbye. five minutes later we were walking to class together. we got in trouble the whole time for laughing and talking. he walked me to my music theory class with mikasa.

mikasa opened the door for me, "you and eren, huh?"

"hm? oh, no. it's not exactly like that" i tried to explain.

"not exactly?"

"it's complicated. for now."

"weirdos."

later at band practice, i try to explain to the girls what happened. they listen while we tune our instruments.

"so he's telling me how much he adores me, and how he wants to be with me-"

"please tell me you didn't break this poor boy's heart" sasha stops me.

"what? no, just listen-"

ymir speaks, "i don't even really like eren, but y/n you have to take him. he cares about you so much."

"i know! that's why i wanna be with him too!"

"oh, thank god" hitch puts a hand over her chest.

i look down at my guitar, "i told him that i cared about him too, and as soon as i straighten things out with jean we can move forward."

"what happened with jean?" historia asked.

i let out an exasperated sigh, "i just need him to know that he has to get along with eren if he wants me to be happy. same with eren."

"just make up with jean and be his partner already, god!" annie screams, "you guys are so good for each other! you even have me invested in this!"

i smile at annie's anger. she's not even this worked up about her own relationship. i have to make things right with jean before friday. shit, this'll be hard.

previous next

masterlist!

a/n: okay last chapter for now i'm going to sleep. thanks for readin'! <333

character info! sasha's currently making a y/n x eren ship account.

[altheadajoysoul]

♡Intro/Info Post!♡

(No, I am not new here, I only made an intro post just now hagfhsd 💀)

Last updated: 10/22/23

Awawa!! My name is Althea! Im 19 years old!

Im a demigirl! She/They pronouns!

This is a sfw tickle blog! With a lil hint of regular art, reblogs, and other random stuff I decide to put in here.

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♡Art Info♡

I make both tickle art and normal art! I almost mainly draw my OCs because goddamn I love them all sm-

Though occasionally I will draw rare fandom art if im in the mood 9w9

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Also im very sorry if you followed me expecting frequent art posts. Just letting yall know that im not only so goddamn slow at drawing, but also im like demotivated like 60-70% of the time or smth :')

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Im a switch! Pretty sure im ler leaning I think since I've been getting less lee moods lately.

Tickling is entirely just pure fun for me and I love it as a playful way of bonding with someone and as a sign of trust.

If you see it as something s3xual or k1nky then good for you, just please keep me out of it. FYI, I am a s3x-repulsed asexual and most probably in the aromantic spectrum. Your views are your views, my views are my views.

I prefer fictional character tickles more than irl-related tickles. I don't mind them though, but I do definitely have a biased preference hsjghshd (Why else would I be bullying my OCs all the time? /lh /j)

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♡Other Info♡

•I've been on tumblr since I wassss mmmaybe 14-15 years old I think? Not entirely sure but I've definitely been here for a while. However I've only started discovering/interacting with the tumblr tk community around 15-16.

•As mentioned previously, I am asexual. Im also either demiromantic or grayromantic. Idk man, finding out your own orientation is hard T-T

•Im still okay with n$fw jokes though. Infact I make a lot of them with my irl friends. Doesn't mean I don't get uncomfy from them, though.

•I am currently in college, which explains why my activity has been so on-and-off lately, so I apologize ⚰

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•I can be just,,,,,, a teeeeeny tiny bit chaotic sometimes 👌 :3 (Mutuals can tell you how incredibly normal I ammm <3 /j)

•Despite my chaotic nature tho, im actually super shy and socially awkward towards people im not as close to. Aside from that im also introverted. I try my best to be sociable though, but when it comes to dms n stuff is when I start to get a liiiiil anxious, but I promise im trying :'D

•I don't really reblog/interact with that much controversy sht. I used to before but now im looking after my mental health so liiiiiike, im keeping my distance to be more healthy ykkkk?

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If you read through all of this, have el gato :3

[darlingpwease]

Oh no.... red just happens to be one of my favorite colors..... /j

but I do plan on taking a break soon.... my eyes are getting stupidly dry so after I finish catching up on some books I'll probs take a break.... maybe.........

Melting??? How bad??? How quick???? Shall I help clean up???? Should I boost up the heating????? /t /pos

Damn.... infections and uncomfortable positions along with dirt,, or somewhere comfy and nice with a sly bubba..... hmm....

I think a hole is safer

Safer?? Tell me Dove, how so?? ...goodness, you don't plan on biting me to death, do you???

I feel you, I feel you. I'm quite literally a few more /s and /srs mix ups away from quitting /j

it is annoying tho at times, but I will remember the difference, purely out of spite.

HAHAHA NO WAY, THATS EXACTLY WHY I WASNT SUPER INTO IT LMAOOOO

I remember the first time I tried to read regular a×o and I hated the couple dynamic. Especially the "fragile, frail omega always in distress who needs their strong muscular dominant alpha to take care of them" vibes that happen a lot. Or the rape that happens. Yikes.

But when it comes to the more.... diverse(?) aspects of it, I'm feral. I'm so crazy about the ambiguity and how many different ways it can go. Hidden secret love?? Beautiful. Normal on the surface, but goes completely against societal norms?? Stunning. Crazy infatuation, and dependency on one another, due to similarities and also due to knowing juuust how to make things right for one another??? I'm foaming at the mouth. It's so good.

Hhhhhh, getting Yuuta that pretty skirt, you can't wait to take him out on a date and see him dressed so pretty <333 That's why you couldn't help teasing him once you did. Holding his hand while you two walk side by side,, loving the way he gripped onto you. He can feel the vibe pressing against his prostate, he's trying so fucking hard not to cum, not to draw attention to himself– when you gently caress his back, loving the way he trembles as his neck flushes to beautifully,,,

You just couldn't help dragging him to a secluded alleyway and just fuck his brains out,, nipping at his skin as he whimpers nonstop, tears slipping down his cheeks, mixing into the drool dribblin from his chin,,, slipping your hands beneath his skirt before gripping his thighs tightly, rutting into him uncontrollably–

You have to stop, but you can't. You both know the possibility of getting caught, especially right here, right now,, but neither of you can even bother to think of stopping. Not when it feels this good–

Especially with Yuuta gripping onto you, not letting you pull to far away, maybe he wouldn't mind being caught, showing how good you make him feel, how loved,, how he is all yours.

~

Toge swears he's not a pervert. But when such wonderful things are sent to him, he can't just put them to waste now, can he???

He's not a perv..... but when he hears Yuutas and ur voice, he does feel hotter,,

He really isn't one. But he can't help waiting in constant anticipation for you to send something new,,

Ha! A pervert?? How,, how can he.... fuck he can't stop shaking, he feels so so good but can't help but sob on how this just isn't enough–

He really, really couldn't help it when he called you up. You just sent him something new, and with your hoarse moans and Yuutas squealing as you just keep pounding him so hard, so good– he couldn't help calling you up, almost sobbing on how he wants it too– you fucking him? Him fucking Yuuta?? Maybe both??? And when he hears your chuckle, when you question him, "yeah? Is that so?? Keep talking, love, what else??" As Yuutas cries can be heard in the background, the creaking of the bed, the harsh slapping being heard, oh fuck, oh fuck this is so fucking good~ <333

shdgshdghdhdhd im insane

Nooo no, not insane, perfect mind and perfect thoughts. Could kiss ur brain if I could, mwah mwah, so wonderful <33

Big brain is best brain when it comes to all thoughts, but especially these one <333

Ouch?! ...the cavities are back. Ur too sweet. It's too much!!! What do I do??!?

That's understandable!! Thankfully it was like that, too, cuz then I was able to stumble upon ur blog lol

-panna cotta

sdgdhgdhgdd this explains a lot about your bully behavior </3 /j /pos

take please. we still need your brain & eyes. how do you plan to read how cute yuuta and toge are when they cum if you can't even provide your eyes with a normal rest??? weird </3 /j

or what; are you planning to stop with yuuta??? abandon yuuta??? leave him the same way you refused to handcuff yourself???

very bad, my heart just dissolves and becomes a slurry in my hands, OH, it hurts so much, AH, it even can't be stopped or wiped in any way, WHAT A HORROR, only your kiss can save m—

what vile words you say!!! I am the most sincere and harmless and honest company that could exist!!! not necessarily to 'death' actually...

exactly; between a hole and a nest, the choice is obvious — and it is not a hole <333

so true... one more time and I take up the knife </3 /hj

I don't. I don't remember. only when people ask — then I realize that hey, they're right, there's something wrong...

I've already said that I really don't like hetero omegavers with traditional aesthetics, but I understand you. sometimes fixation on instincts looks creepy, especially when "your body says otherwise😏" and similar crap begin.

but for me, it's rather not the dynamics itself or explicitly implied sexism and biological determinism, but a comfortable distribution of roles. if we take a world where omegas are really absolutely submissive and fragile, while alphas are aggressive and masculine, then the only thing that can be done is to recognize the projection of the writer and move on, that's just how their world works. another thing is when omegas are not fragile and submissive, but alphas make them so by raping and forcibly subjugating — it already becomes unattractively problematic and gross.

I love the traditional one, because that's where I met the idea of an omega who kills alphas by attracting them with his scent; a universe where omegavers exist as a primitive system, only to end up being not primitive people, but those who survived after a massive catastrophe on the planet that destroyed all civilizations and returned people to the stone age; a world where betas breed alphas with omegas as animals, being a 'superior race' devoid of sexual drives and considering themselves purer from that.

I don't like subtext and when it gets too unhealthy for me, but I drag and read everything else <3

shdhhdhdhd you are so so so right & stunning, honey,,,,,, like, so right<3333

Yuuta in a pleated skirt with a high waist, at first shyly circling in front of you, trying not to let the fabric get in and expose the cute delicate underwear that he specially put on for you, — and you constantly praise him, whispering about how beautiful and cute he is in this skirt, you want to bring him out so much and to show everyone his beauty, but Yuuta always refuses, blinking with shame and shy delight at your words. When he finally agrees, interrupting your caresses, whispering a hoarse "yes" to your playful and only teasing offer right now to take him outside, you don't know if you are delusional or misheard — but you don't waste a minute when he nods head at the question, saying in a trembling voice that he agrees and he wants to go out in this form on the street, if you want it too, and you more than want it.

A few minutes are enough for you to be ready to go out, — first taking care of his sensitive body, — holding his hand, wet with excitement, whispering that his skirt is beautiful and his face is wonderful when you pull him behind you, almost instantly closing the door and hurrying outside, forcing him to take long strides and lift his skirt higher, exposing his thighs, making him blush even more, as if Yuuta no longer looks like he wants to hide in the nearest hole — but you seem to deliberately ignore his shyness, pulling him along, putting your hand on his waist, whispering that you will cover if there is a wind, it would be awkward if everyone saw his wet panties,

but after half an hour, Yuuta dreams of the wind that will lift up his sticky wet skirt, maybe then you will pay him a little more attention than the usual questions about his well-being and the frivolous "oh, well, then let's go if you're okay" when he clings to you, squeezing his hips together, being too close to lift up the fabric and show you how bad everything is with him, begging you, but he is ashamed at the very thought of it — breathing heavily, sluggishly moving his legs, feeling the heat of his neck and ears from shame and excitement, knowing that others pay attention to his strange behavior and appearance, everyone except you, and that you ignore him, waiting for him to be able to tell you how needy and wet he is for you.

When you grab his hips, lifting up wet soaked skirt, teasing for how little he needs to ruin his clothes, Yuuta agrees with everything you say, longing only for you to continue touching him, squeezing, kissing while people nearby make noise and walk by, going about their business, not even suspecting that you are about to fuck him in a dark, dirty alley — or suspecting when Yuuta cannot restrain an enthusiastic moan, like an addict, instantly clinging to you when you drive into his overexcited body, which is enough of this rough thrust, — but can still go on when you fuck him in a sloppy rhythm, letting him enjoy all the sounds that his needy body makes, greedily squeezing you, almost forcing you to stay inside with no way out.

But even if you are suspicious, too suspicious, there is no reason why questions should not arise, Yuuta moans through palm with each new touch of your skin to his, more than encouraging you not to stop, digging his nails into your clothes, almost forcibly pulling you to his hot wet body when you are too slow, teasing him with unhurried thrusts, whispering that everyone hears you, knows that he likes to be fucked in the alley; whining your name and begging for more even when shaking from a new orgasm, whimpering from too much stimulation while you drive in despite his need to stop, whispering something dirty, making him feel so shameful and blessed at the same time.

When he hears sounds too similar to someone's footsteps, but you don't pay attention to them or don't hear them? Yuuta's body is tense, so tense that nothing can escape his attention just to make sure that no one will disturb you, but he just stupidly kisses you, not even letting you suspect that he hears something, longing only for you to continue no matter what, repeating your name like a prayer, wanting to be caught and seen, fucked like your toy for entertainment, regardless of whether there is someone else here or not.

Maybe when you whispered that they could look at him, Yuuta likes to be looked at, it was a joke in a much smaller sense than you thought.

Toga feels so messy and hot when you leave him on speakerphone, purring to Yuuta that another participant has joined you, but Yuuta only mumbles something in response, sobbing, whining long — before Toge hears your voice telling what you are doing with him now, how you are stroking, what touching, how excitingly Yuuta squeezes when you stretch him, how he trembles while you stroke him, caressing, soaking his skin with his precum, drawing lines and shapes while he pathetically begs you to stop teasing him, but you only say that Toge should also feel involved, Yuuta is not the only one who should have fun, perhaps you've spoiled him too much.

He does not immediately understand what is happening when he hears a dull moan from Yuuta, a rustle, an inarticulate whisper, which then changes to a slap — and a careful fall close to the phone; understanding occurs only when you start talking again, asking Yuuta to say hello (mentioning how frivolous and excited he is now, unable even to think sensibly from how long you have been playing with him, making Toge whine), explaining that the bed is not too good for transmitting sounds, so Yuuta will hold the phone while you fuck him so that Toge can hear everything well, — you will make sure that Yuuta gets punished if he puts down the phone, — especially what kind of slut Yuuta is for you, constantly begging for more, demanding more and more, offering everything that he can, longing to be bred even with the condition that the other person hears it, as long as you don't stop.

Toge is so sensitive, he hasn't even moved away from the last orgasm yet, but he can't help but touch himself, hearing Yuuta moaning and screaming with delight, gasping, whining, whimpering, begging you for even more, saying how amazing it is, how deep you are, how his body is shaking, no one will ever be able to make him feel just as amazing — and Toge just cums with his nose buried in the pillow, turning on the sound to the maximum, hearing your voice mixed with Yuuta's voice asking if Toge is having a good time too, and he is dangerously close to send you a photo of this mess and show how he feels. When his thighs are sticky and wet, they are probably the same as Yuuta's, but not at all from how many times you have had an orgasm and decorated his body, — and when you whisper in Yuuta's ear (or specifically teasing Toge) that by the time you're done, he won't even be able to bring his legs together, that's enough for both of them.

Toge does not know how to feel when he hears you kiss him, saying that he was beautiful today, such a good boy, you will give him a reward later, and carefully take the phone, ignoring the dissatisfied sigh of the exhausted Yuuta due to the lack of warmth and pressing against his body, asking if Toge feels well, and, having received a satisfactory answer, you will believe that you were happy to talk to him and he can always call you for any questions and problems, you are always open to conversation, just like Yuuta (mumbling something from afar, unable even to answer something from fatigue), and he's not sure how to answer.

(not that he could refuse such friendliness and hospitality.)

... say it now again, seeing all that I have written </3333 im not okay /hj

yes!!! you're just so good, I want to wrap myself around you and listen to you forever <333 /pos

I wanted to answer, but all the answers sound even more creepy than my usual ones, so, xxxx, I'll come back to you later!!! </3333

AWWWWWW <3 thank you so much for bumping into me once and staying with me, dear♡

[elysianfiction]

Hey love! Could i maybe get “ i will never regret us, because you taught me i could love and be loved without the fear of loss. “ with Ronan, please? 👉👈🥺

The winds sing their merry song, cobalt waves crashing on the shoreline in a steady ballad. Your skin caressed by their combined glory, your hands warmed by Ronan's own.

It's not a farewell, you wouldn't even call this a goodbye, and yet letting go proves to be hard all the same.

"I'll join you as soon as preparations are done," Ronan says, thumb unconsciously drawing invisible patterns on your skin. "Shall matters stall further than expected, I'll send word immediately."

"I know," you whisper, eyes softened by his need to reassure you. "I know you'll come for me, but leaving you saddens me still. I wish I could stay, but..."

You trail off, immediately leaning into his touch when Ronan cups your cheek, lips pressed against his pulse. Slow, slower than normal, your favorite symphony.

"We all have our roles, don't mourn what is out of your hands. Even so," he tilts his head towards the Scarlet, safely waiting for you, squinting at a grinning Julian—ever so ready to have his fun. "I do wish the little shade would stop dragging you away."

You chuckle, sending your captain a pointed look. "I'll let Ilya be extra feisty with him these coming moons, as repayment."

Ronan hums, a guttural sound, but there's a slight smile curling the corners of his mouth. "You speak like a true soul of the sea. Born and raised amongst unfriendly waters and waves of mead."

Someone aboard the Scarlet erupts in a flurry of colorful swears, a display followed by a thunderous noise and heartfelt laughter. Ronan's eyes faintly color with curiosity, gaze lingering on the vessel you've come to think as a new beginning before shifting his attention back on you.

"And do you ever regret it?" You jest, fingers going to gently flick a petal embedded in his hair—one of many, each of them there by your own hand. One last kiss. "Falling for a soul of the sea?"

Ronan pries your fingers away, but only to brush his lips against them. Head slightly bowed, golden eyes filled with so much devotion. "I will never regret us," he brushes the words right against your skin. "And I shall forever be grateful to you, the one who taught me I could love and be loved without the fear of loss. My guiding light."

You flush at once, not a single part of you left untouched by his words, unable to do anything more than mumble a rather embarrassing, "There was no need for dramatic confessions!"

Ronan chuckles, pulling you close to place a kiss on your forehead, wrapping his arms around you. "Something to remember me by," he says, kissing the crown of your hair. "Something to never forget."

[pbandjesse]

This week has been a year. I swear. I cannot believe the airport pick up was only like 3 days ago??? Today was much more normal but Jesus was today a day.

I did not get to sleep until after 1 last night. I was pretty exhausted but I couldn't get comfortable. Bad temperature, noises, belly hurts. I would eventually get my brain to turn off. But it was tough.

Waking up was worse. The smoke was still out there. Thankfully it would pretty quickly get better. But there was still a lack of communication and so no one really knew what was going on.

Ty would come and sit outside with me and we talked for forever. About our families and it was nice to just be heard. But I also just really appreciated him sharing his stories with me too.

Eventually Louisa came up with a box for me and it was my cuddle fish bones!! They were finally here!!! So I would start working on my example carving and I am just making a simple piece but I'm thrilled that next week I'll be able to do a practice cast and we'll see how it goes.

My first group would be 45 minutes late. And then seemed surprised when I was like hey you only have 15 minutes. They just kept saying we had to have the boys pack! And I'm like yes but that doesn't change that I have a different group coming in 15 minutes.

But both that group and the pioneers did great. I really did have a nice time with them and enjoyed helping them with their drawings. Plus having the hammock space outside was excellent, once we were allowed to go outside. Finally the air quality was back down to acceptable levels.

Lunch was kind of a nightmare though. The food they sent out for vegetarians was bizarre. Like it was two rolls. With coleslaw. And some kind of crumby something that tasted like spicy hot mustard. It was disgusting. So I felt really sad. I tried to have a salad but it didn't make me feel better. So I sent Heather a picture of the gross food and went to get Mac and cheese from my stash.

And that made me feel a little better. I read, and finished my book today over lunch and then my afternoon break. I have a few books I want to finish this summer, and we are 3 in so far. They are easy reading but still powerful stories. I have cried a few times reading them. The one today particularly hit me. A story about a Russian Jewish immigrant girl at the turn of the century. And there were some really sad part but also beautiful parts and it was really well written.

I had a good afternoon though. My groups were sweet. I had good conversations. I taught the stockade boys how to make look bracelets. And the daycampers were super sweet and were enjoying holding my stuffies in the hammocks and it was really cute.

During my last group of the day they called for a thunderstorm and said to stay inside. Which was fine. Except earlier in the day they have moved the stockade and woodland boys luggage outside my building. And I was like okay kids. Let's pause on the art we have to save the bags.

And we did! All the kids would carry all the boys bags inside and it was amazing teamwork and was so super sweet. I made a big deal calling it in the walkie so everyone would know. And it would storm but it would really pick up until when pick up was happening.

Once my last group left I went to the office to check in about what they wanted me to do for pick up and when I could go home. Heather said 630 and that she would like me to go to the bears to direct traffic.

I decided to go change before that. I put on shorts and my puhtok shirt and would sit in the office reading until it was closer to the call time.

I walked down there but it was drizzling. And soon Heather would bring her car down for me to sit in. And I would use my umbrella as a signal to stop everyone so I could talk to them. Are you here for day camp or overnight? Do you know you village or cabin? No? What's your camper's gender, and age. And I felt super confident and was having a great time. Even if I was getting very rained on, even in the car. But almost all the parents were so lovely and I was having a lot of fun once I got the hang of it.

I really was looking forward to going home though. So once I heard there was only one kid left and they were going to the office I would drive Heather's car back up. It had very sensitive pedals and I was scream laughing a lot but I got up there in one piece.

I got a piece of candy from the porch, said goodbye to Celia, and then it was time to go home.

James was at brass tap getting us dinner. And I was thrilled. The drive home was rainy but that was okay. I got back home in one piece and we had a lovely little dinner. And chilled on the couch for a long time. I loved being with my husband. I love my husband so so much.

I took a long bath and I felt much better. While I felt cute today I also hair felt really dirty. I hope next week I will have a better handle on a shower schedule and will feel less grimy.

I am really tired. Now I am going to dry my hair a little. I don't think I have enough energy to do it all the way. And then I am going to sleep.

I have to market tomorrow. And maybe a nap. And just a restful evening. Sunday I'm hoping to have some art production. But mostly I'm just looking forward to being in my house. With my cat who seems thrilled to see me, he's being so cute.

I love you all so very much. Goodnight everyone!!

[bandedbulbussnarfblat]

The Last Night Part 1

Smoke curls from Daniel's cigarette as he lazily draws on it from the floor. The small apartment is only dimly lit with candles, and the rain is coming down hard outside. It's dark and bleak and miserable out there. It's almost romantic, being trapped in here with Armand with no power. The flames dance and cast everything with strange shadows. Armand looks as lovely as he ever has.

“Let's play a game,” Daniel suggests.

Armand looks away from the window and his face looks troubled. But the look is replaced with a smile so quickly that Daniel thinks he must have imagined it. “What sort of game, my love?”

Daniel feels a flare of warmth at the endearment. “Truth or Strip. It's like Truth or Dare, but if you don't answer you have to strip.”

“Is the aim of this game to get me to answer questions or get me naked?” Armand says, though he sounds somewhat amused.

Daniel grins and shrugs, “Either way I win.”

Armand glances back out the window. “I suppose it doesn't matter, you won't remember tomorrow anyway.”

“What? I'm not that high.” Daniel says. He's only pleasantly buzzed, feeling spacey and floaty and warm.

Armand turns and smiles at him. Daniel could swear he sees a gleam of red in his eyes. “Ask me whatever you wish, Daniel.”

Armand sits back against the wall. The studio apartment is small and has no furniture yet. Daniel had told Armand about living in one back when he was first starting out as a journalist, and Armand had wanted to try it. It's going to be cramped and Armand will be over it in two weeks, but Daniel looks forward to it. He always looks forward to these little adventures with Armand.

“Who was the first person you were ever in love with?” Daniel asks. Armand hates talking about himself, so he's going to use this opportunity. Best start with something easy.

Armand blinks. “Ah, not about how I was made into a vampire. You surprise me, Daniel.”

“Gotta soften you up first,” Daniel says. It's only half a joke. “Come on, you gotta answer or take something off.”

Armand tilts his head to the side. “Alright. It was Marius, my maker. I was fourteen or fifteen when he rescued me from the brothel. Took me into his home and taught me of the world.”

“So it was an unrequited love kinda thing?” Armand has mentioned working at a brothel before as a human. Daniel had always kind of assumed he meant as an adult. He doesn't want to think of how terrible that must have been for Armand. If this Marius guy saved him from that, no wonder he was in love with him.

Red eyes flick up to his face. “Not exactly. We soon became lovers.”

“Oh,” Daniel says flatly. He isn't sure what to say to that. “I'm sorry.”

“Don't be. I don't consider myself—what's the world you use these days—molested.” Armand's voice is neutral, casual. Daniel isn't sure if he should be looking deeper for signs of trauma. Armand continues, “Marius wounded me in many ways; that was not one.”

Daniel swallows. He doesn't exactly agree with Armand, but he isn't going to press him. If he wanted to say more on it, he would have. He puts out his cigarette and props up on an elbow. “Now you get to ask a question.”

Armand moves toward him and cups his face in his hands. “What more do I need to know, that I don't already, beloved? Nothing could make me love you more, it isn't possible.”

Daniel understands what he means. “If I loved you any more, I'd die.”

Armand's eyes flutter closed for a second and he touches their foreheads together. “Ask of me whatever you like, I'll tell you all. I give myself fully to you tonight.”

Daniel feels a sudden tightness in his chest, like he stepped outside mid winter with no shirt. He's afraid. This isn't like Armand. What's going on? “Armand?”

Armand draws back, hands still on his face. They feel cool and perfect. Normal people's hands feel too warm now.

(Once, when he and Armand were apart, Daniel dated a woman with cold hands. She had the iciest hands Daniel had ever encountered. When she touched him, he could pretend it was Armand. He had confessed this to Armand, and Armand had taken him in hand right there in the restaurant. He had used vampire fuckery to keep people from noticing.)

“Sh, darling, it's alright.” Armand kisses him softly, reassuringly. He locks eyes with Daniel. “Tonight, I'm giving you a gift. Something I didn't want to give you, but see now I must.”

Daniel's heart leaps. The Dark Gift! Armand is finally doing it! He lurches forward and kisses Armand on the mouth, again and again, until he's dizzy with it. “What made you change your mind, babe?”

Armand smiles sadly. (Why is he sad? They're going to be together forever! Is it about Louis? He'd never keep him from Louis. He likes Louis. Louis's good to Armand.)

“It's what you need to be happy. That's all I want, Daniel. For you to be happy.”

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[yourlocalcrowtamer515]

OH BOY GUESS WHO'S WRITING SCI-FI FANTASY STUFF NOBODY ASKED FOR

Anyway here's Body Dystopia chapter 1

"I saw an elf in town yesterday."

"Hm?" I looked up from the makeshift counter to see Camila had sat down on the table across the room. "Oh, I guess that's a little unusual but it's not like they aren't allowed in."

"True, true, just this doesn't seem like somewhere they'd really want to be is all." She picked up her toolkit and started tightening a screw here and there on her arm. Leaving it exposed the way she did caused it to wear out quickly while she worked, but she refused to cover it while she was on the job, preferring to bear it as a symbol of her veteran status in the mines and a warning to any greenhorn who might underestimate the power of the machines they had to contend with nearly every day.

Chuckling at the thought of anyone wanting to be anywhere in this wasteland, I continued packing our lunches for the day ahead. "Hey Cam," I called over, "you said we were checking out something big today, right? Got any more details than that? Compared to us everything on Rhea's pretty damn big so a little more clarification might be helpful."

"No sé, one of the newer groups just told me they found something interesting and wanted us to take a look. Said the biologist they took with them couldn't identify it herself." She set down her pliers and sighed, "Guess we gotta find something interesting down there eventually. Leave it to some kids goofing off where they shouldn't to be the ones to do it. Sounds like someone I know." She leaned back in her chair and smirked at me.

"Hey now," I laughed, throwing a tiny piece of this city's excuse for bread at her, "in my defense my job is inspecting the mines, it’s not my fault we don’t always want me to inspect the same things.”

“Well you haven’t gotten yourself killed so far so I'll let it slide, but I swear if you end up dying I’m not letting you go exploring without an assignment for a year.” She smiled as she stood up, crossing the room in only a few strides to put her arms around me, “Also I’d be sad I guess, so be careful, Em.” She let go of me, taking one of the now finished meals and putting it in her pack. “Well, I’m heading over early to train the new groups on how to go about investigating a new find. Come at your normal time, you’re leading the group that found whatever it is that’s so interesting. Oh, and tell them to get started on a group name.” With that she nodded and headed out the door into the clamoring streets of Veta Nueva.

It seemed a little soon to be leaving, even with plans for an early shift, but Camila was nothing if not punctual, and she had never been known to give all the details of her plans if she didn’t think it was need-to-know information. That didn’t really bother me, though, I’d come to trust the judgment of the woman who raised me, even if our methods clashed on occasion.

With Cam gone and my shift not starting for a few hours, I decided to take the time to go out to restock our supplies. There wasn't much we needed, the two of us weren't picky about food, so whatever was cheap usually sufficed, and as long as we kept the mine running the city provided our power and fuel, but some other essentials were running low. I stepped out into the busy streets of the domed city, and feeling the humid air on my skin, began my trip to the main shopping district.

The streets were quieter than usual, though still full of pedestrians. I wondered whether it was just an unpleasant day to be outside or if some sort of event was drawing people away from where I was coming from. My answer soon came to me in the shouting I began to hear echoing from a large crowd gathered in a vacant store lot. “And what about the rest of us? What about the ones who they deem unworthy of saving?” A man shouted to the gathering throng, “We barely have the housing and resources to keep us all alive as it is, much less if we try to pack us all into hap-hazardly built ships. Do you really think they plan to take everyone? No, they plan to exploit your labor and leave you to die!”

As I got closer I could now see the black and green banner a man next to him was holding, a symbol of the Cultivators who try to gather support to back large-scale ecological advances. They were the ones responsible for finding the process to convert the biological matter in Rhea into usable soil and farm penicillin in the plants grown in it. Without them we’d likely all be dead, though they are fanatics to a degree and often pushed back against anything they saw as inefficient use of materials harder than I tended to think was necessary, particularly, as seemed to be the case now, against the Stargazers, a group who have been trying to find a way to leave Rhea before it the resources dry up completely.

As the man continued the crowd seemed to thin out over the next minute until only a small gaggle of people remained, which seemed to upset him, but like the others I had heard my share of his shouting and continued on my way. I pondered what the right course of action really was, whether it was right to try to save a doomed ecosystem or abandon four centuries of work just for a chance to return to a home that we never knew and that probably forgot we existed decades ago.

[lovezbrownies]

*me kicking my feet and twirling my hair after seeing the drawing of Gen* AHH I LOVE HERR 💗💗 I love her so much it’s honestly getting me so happy seeing a drawing of her! I need to see one of Reina next and bro how you perked my interested when you said poly and obsessive Reina… I mean I just thought she’d be the type to be understanding to darling after having to go thru Gen but something bout imaging her as obsessive gets me 😍 (also we stand queens who understand that darling doesn’t like getting touch so I’m more in love with Gen 💗)

-🌪️ anon

Thank youuu ahhh!!! >0< I am pretty sure I'll write that poly someday! I hope it's soon though because I've been able to write so much because I'm really free due to the school break i have rn!! I can defo see Reina as such an endearing loving normal person but also she'd definitely be a soft yandere, wouldn't hurt darling, maybe a little bit of mind break but it's for the best she swears! She might even be able to stop Gen from doing anything if you ever try to escape again.

Also I'm really glad you've enjoyed my work!!! it means sooo much to me!!

[lebenspurpur]

AN: Helloo, wrote this because I spent today suffering through my post-drunk-vandalism hangover. Guess it's deserved but still, it sucks. After eating chicken broth my dad made, unsalted if I may add, for an hour straight I am now ready to be creative. I really don't know what this is.

Have the link to my Larry playlist while we're at it:

Pairing: Larry Johnson x reader

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of alcohol

Wordcount: 1744 words

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Larry looks really, really stupid right now. Stupid and sick.

His tall form slumped over in defeat, big blanket wrapped around him but not too tight, otherwise he'd feel too hot, too feverish, he still needs some air. There are tissues scattered across the couch as well. Fucking hell.

Usually, this would disgust you but it's Larry, you think you've seen worse.

Small sniffles come from where he's laying, whenever he clears his throat hoarse croaking leaves his mouth and he cringes every time he hears it. He can feel your judging gaze on his body, hear your arched eyebrow without even lifting his head.

His radio is blaring some kind of metal music, you don't recognize the band. Technically, the music is useless since the TV in front of Larry's bed is playing an old horror movie, bloody screams only adding to the grimy ambiance in the room.

"I-", you start but Larry lifts his hand before you can even consider continuing.

On any other occasion, you would've noticed the rings adorning his slender fingers, the metal accessories leaving a trail of dark smudge on his hands. Damn, did he have some nice hands.

Thankfully today wasn't a normal occasion. The metalhead in front of you had worse problems than you drooling over his fingers right now, one of them being the sickness he caught.

"Don't you dare say 'I told you so.'", he croaks out while he finally lifts his head, bloodshot eyes meeting yours. He looks immensely tired. You can sense his annoyance at this sickness, this hellish treatment he's in and can't seem to escape.

You take a deep breath in and drop your bag next to his opened front door.

"Alright. I won't."

You close the door quietly and deposit your jacket as well as boots next to it.

His mom always screams at Larry to finally get something for visitor's shoes and bags but he never does. Too busy, too lazy, he figures his visitors get it. Who even visits him, anyway?

The floor is, as usual, covered in stuff he hasn't cleaned yet. Unfinished drawings, sketchbooks, take-out cartons, empty booze bottles, you keep wondering how he manages to create that kind of mess in a timespan of not even two days.

You tiptoe over them, careful as to not to step into something. Earlier experiences have taught you to never mistake one of these seemingly empty cartons as really empty. Just last week you stepped into a fucking pizza the man in front of you didn't finish.

You sigh as you sit down next to him and Larry tiredly raises an eyebrow.

"Dude, I know you don't want to move but Jesus, we really need to get you to bed.", you then state, voice comforting yet firm. You use the moment to stare into his eyes, adore the brown, thick, deepness of them.

Larry groans loudly, voice breaking from how raw his throat is. His head falls back and he closes his eyes, a pained expression on his features.

"Don't wanna.", he grumbles quietly and you involuntarily crack a smile. Larry always managed to do that, even in the most unbelievable moments.

"I'll join you if you do."

One of his eyes slowly creaks open, observing your face to look for any kind of sarcasm or irony. As soon as he doesn't find any, the other eye opens as well and he leans forward again, blanket clutched tightly in his fists.

"Alright."

You grin at his quiet answer, hand reaching over to pull him with you. He obliges, warm, slightly clammy hand tightly grabbing yours. He follows you through the messy room, his blanket leaving a trail of destruction behind the two of you.

You kick open the door leading to his bedroom. Immediately, the familiar images of various album covers greet you. The air in his room is colder and less damp and you hear him take a deep breath.

Turning around, you mention for him to wait while you walk over, grabbing the blanket on his bed. You shake it a bit, readjust the sheets as well the pillow, all while Larry's eyes never leave your back.

"There you go, sweets.", you add as you finish, quickly turning around to see Larry standing the same way you've left him. Tired, slumped, and emotional. The need to hug him starts boiling inside of you but you try and hold yourself back. First, you have to make sure he gets into bed.

Larry slowly stumbles past you. During the last few baby steps, he drops the blanket around his shoulder, faceplanting right into the freshly made sheets. He's not even wearing a shirt and you huff at his stubbornness.

Larry's back looks strong like this, muscles contracting beneath his skin as he tries to get more comfortable. Your eyes glide over his spine, his wide shoulders, the small bumps where his ribs encase his organs. His olive skin is sweaty and long, brown hairs cling to it.

You cringe at that, knowing the feeling all too well.

Softly placing a hand on his back, you move closer, forehead scrunched together.

"Larry, darling."

He grunts into his pillow, a muffled questioning sound.

"I got a hair tie here. Mind lifting your head real quick?"

Larry obliges and lifts his head quickly, taking a deep breath while he does so.

Your fingers find his scalp and start collecting all the strands, securing them afterward with the tie around your wrist.

The man beneath you hums in appreciation as the cold air hits his neck, sweaty skin finally being able to breathe. You kiss the small space beneath his neck real quick, a short sign of comfort before you stand up again, hands leaving his skin.

Larry whines the second you do so, all while quickly turning around, sending you a pleading look.

"You said you'd stay.", the whiny tone only makes his voice sound more hoarse and you can't help the small grin from appearing on your features.

"In a second, sweetie. You need some water and medicine first, alright?"

He whines again but the thought of something fresh and cold going down his throat is enough to soften the pleading look in his eye. You blow him a kiss and then quickly walk into the kitchen, which is right across from the brunette's room.

It's surprisingly clean but what did you expect? Larry never uses his kitchen unless he has to. Which isn't all too often.

Grabbing a water bottle and placing it on the counter, you keep searching for the small broth packets you'd bought exactly for this kind of scenario. You find them in the fridge, the only thing in this room that Larry actually uses.

Chuckling you get some water cooking, all while pouring the powder into one of the giant cups Sal has gifted Larry a while ago. According to the masked man, everything tastes better if it's being eaten out of a cup and so, everyone has their own sets of cups, a premium gift from Sal Fisher.

Soon, everything's done and you maneuver your way back into Larry's room. Said man is awaiting you, eyes still opened as he watches you creep towards his bed, hands full with water, soup, and medicine.

First, you feed him the medicine. Normally he'd do this himself but you know that he'll just ignore the bitter juice unless you force it down his throat. Stubborn motherfucker.

Larry's sitting up now, back propped up against one of the many big pillows he has. You hand him the broth and he inhales it in less than two minutes, apparently, this is the first thing he's eaten today. Shaking your head at the thought, you tug a few strands of hair out of his face, smiling at your lover's appetite.

Finally, after gulping down half of the water bottle, the brunette leans back and smiles, for the first time this evening.

"Thank you.", he croaks out and you touch his arm as an appreciative gesture, "Does that mean you're allowed to join me now?"

You're about to nod as you notice the faint traces of eyeliner on his skin.

"Did you take off your makeup when you got home?", you ask, throwing a teasing smile his way.

Larry clears his throat, embarrassed that you caught him. A faint blush raises on his cheeks and you feel your heart swell at the sight.

"I might have forgotten about it.", he answers, gaze slowly meeting yours again, "But please, let's just do this later, dude. I am so fucking tired."

Huffing, you roll your eyes at his answer but you nod anyway. He'd be fine with the makeup for a few more hours. You just have to remember taking it off tomorrow.

"You're lucky I love you."

Larry grins at that, the usual wide, blinding grin, that makes your stomach tingle with fuzzy feelings inside of it. His fingers find your arm and he tenderly pulls you down to join him. Soon, your head is placed on his chest, and his arms cradle your shoulders, pulling you into his body.

You can hear his relaxed breathing as he finally settles down, nuzzling his face into your hair.

His skin is warm against your cheek and you smile into it. It doesn't matter how often you've done it, laying on his nude chest always makes you flustered.

Larry's fingers start to draw stuff on your back, the feeling more than a delight for you. Humming, you snuggle closer and the metalhead next to you smiles.

His eyes already start to close slowly, lack of sleep finally catching up to him. The quiet sound of the ongoing movie in his living room, as well as the metal music, make for a great background sound and you both listen intently.

You notice the way his heart beats, slow and steady, beneath the tanned skin. Unknowingly, you start to synchronize your breaths with his. In and out. In. And out.

Soon, your eyes close as well. Damn it, you don't want to fall asleep. Though, you suppose it doesn't matter as the man next to you pulls you closer, his breath warm against your ear. He wouldn't let you leave anyway.

The thought makes you feel giddy, excited, in love. Smiling widely, you try to press yourself closer into him, and soon, you too, fall asleep, enveloped by the arms of the boy you love most. Your favorite boy.