#i was gonna put the same image with the “and so they were both bottoms”

[miniminijiminni]

wei wuxian should thank his lucky stars that lan wangji figured out how to withhold his flustered-ness if it meant making wei wuxian flustered bc otherwise this would be as far as they got

[volensnolenss]

𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒

𝓢𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂: You and your parents decided to visit the Gojo family, but no one knows that you were in a relationship.

𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓽: nsfw!mdni, exes to lovers, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, clothed sex, biting, dirty talk, creampie;

You are standing at a huge window and looking at the evening sky, gradually covered with starry sand. You can't entertain yourself in any way—being on a visit with your parents in your ex's family, although they don't even know about your past relationship with him, you don't find a place for yourself.

You were not at all uncomfortable here, on the contrary, you were amused by the whole situation, that fate forced you to meet again.

You chuckle softly, replaying his face in your thoughts when he saw you and the wary look cast in your direction. You know that he looked you up and down and watched your every move—Gojo misses you, but he doesn't want to admit this feeling in any way.

A creak and you instantly return to reality, your breathing quickens, a familiar energy approaches you.

His palm rested on your neck, turning your head sideways, “What are you doing here?” Gojo narrowed his eyes, glinting in the light of the fading sun.

“A counter question to you. Do you really miss me?” But he's quietly silent, running his thumbs over your lips.

Satoru has been thinking about you too much lately. He tried to find your image in every girl, but in vain, because none of them will ever become the one that he loves so far.

“Do you want to feel how much I missed you?” He purred to you, squeezing your waist and you deliberately cling to him, feeling how hard his cock has become, “Ah, sorry, Sato.” You're smiling at the way you bit your lower lip and lowered your head.

“You haven't changed at all.” You laugh when he picks you up and you disappear into the darkness together, hiding in some room

“You don't want to be heard, mmm?” His hard cock pushes into you, stretching your tight pussy, leaving behind only booming claps. Satoru holds your elbow, pulling you towards him, without removing the harshness in his movements. “Baby, I've missed you so much. You have no idea how much I wanted you the moment you stepped over the threshold.” Gojo pulled down your kimono and he squeezed your chest, “What else were you thinking?” You moan at how nice his cock makes its way into your cunt.

He chuckled and slammed his hips against your ass as hard as possible, pressing his nose against the back of your head, “I was thinking about how you would moan for me like this and how I would put pressure on your sensitive spots, destroying you in such a way that you begged me to continue.”

You just sigh heavily, letting his veiny cock do its job—to press his flushed tip against your pussy.

A pleasant feeling inside you begins to grow, when suddenly Satoru claps his hand over your mouth and his movement stops. He groans in displeasure, but immediately falls silent. You start squirming, trying to figure out what's wrong, but he holds you back, “Fuck, don't twitch” Gojo swallows hard when you touch his sensitive cock. When you calm down, you hear someone's footsteps and voices-apparently these are the maids who were given an assignment.

Satoru suddenly turns you around and presses you against a cold wall, “Let me finish.” He languidly ran his tip over your entrance, “Stop doing that and just- Ah- Satoru!” He roughly sinked his cock into your needy pussy, moving his hips, “Gonna fuck you so you'll walk out of here with shaky legs.” Satoru buried his face in your neck, leaving purple marks on it, without stopping hitting his length against your sweet and sensitive spots.

As much as he's an asshole, you can't but agree that he's good at everything, especially when it comes to sex. He knows how to be both rude and caring at the same time—bites you wherever possible, and then kisses you in these places, as if he heals these marks.

“Keep going, Satoru, keep going.” You moan, feeling the knot in the bottom of your stomach tighten, bringing you closer to orgasm. Your head is spinning from how amazing his cock is moving inside you, “I love feeling you, my sweet. You'll be so cute when I fill you up with my cum.”

His speed became too aggressive, “No, wait!” His cock was making its way through your wet walls, “Come on, cum for me, pretty.” Your body, obeying Satoru's words, dropped a heavy load and you experienced a pleasantly stabbing sensation. Your clouded mind no longer reacted to the way Gojo filled you to the brim, cursing under his breath, “Shit- Yes, baby, take it all.”

Satoru puts you down on the floor and adjusts his clothes, you try to catch the air and pull up your kimono with shaking hands, Gojo's gaze involuntarily falls on your inner thigh down which his cum was flowing.

“Wow, girl, stop.” If it wasn't for him, you would have fallen to the floor, “It looks like you're staying in my room. ” He lifted you up in his arms, “But first you need to get yourself cleaned up, right, baby?” You lazily shake your head, causing laughter in your chest.

You woke up and hysterically covered your neck with concealer, “Satoru! I'm gonna-” you paused when your mother came in, leaving the door open. “Good morning!” You stood up and greeted her the same way. She walked over to you and sat down on the bed.

“Did you hear any noise late last night? It was like someone roaring and making strange noises...” you made a straight face, “I don't understand what you're talking about,” you caught a glimpse of Satoru, who winked at you and blew you a kiss and walked quickly. You frowned, alerting your mother, “What happened?” You waved your hand, “I just didn't get enough sleep.”

[two-white-butterflies]

let the light in - am. targaryen

Description: Aemond is your father's business partner. Despite the age-gap, you find yourself falling for him. (modern au) Rating: 18+ age-gap, light comedy at the end and vanilla smut Series: part two of my mafia one-shots.

A thick smoke always follow his body, the smell of strong male-perfume radiating through the atmosphere, and his fucking smile. Those were the three things that reminded you of Mr. Aemond. He was your father's closest friend - his right hand man, who would one day inherit the entire thing.

"There's only one kind of business, the bottom line." your father chuckles, filling his cup with whiskey.

He was staring at you - with that hungry grin. His legs were spread open, almost welcoming you to sit. "Our competitors are weak, sir. They don't stand a chance against us." Aemond confirms, blowing a puff of thick smoke in the atmosphere.

He was the man of your dreams. He always smelled like black coffee, cigarettes and perfume. He's got you weak on your knees. "Still, I want them finished." he commanded, eyes suddenly turning cold.

Your father was an insecure man - paranoid of the people that wanted his power. He only trusted you and Aemond.

"That can be arranged," Aemond mumbles, puffing another cloud of smoke in your father's gallery.

You follow after him that night, stopping in front of his Mercedes before he could get inside. "You aren't gonna kill them, right?" you inquire, resting your hand on the hood of his car. He gives you a small glance - not enough to scare you, but enough to prove that he didn't care. "There's a lot of things that you'd do for my dad, but one of them shouldn't be killing, sir." you grit your teeth, uncomfortable of the idea that he'd be murdering someone.

That would ruin the image, wouldn't it?

"Listen, princess - your dad's business isn't your business." he replied curtly, gently moving you out of the way so that he could open his car. He was a cold and uncaring man - but you saw something inside of him that was worth fighting for.

"Come on," you groan, watching as he went inside his car. You immediately bolt to the other side, circling his hood and settling beside the front passenger seat. You open the door before he could lock it, a piece of your mind wanted to believe that he wanted you beside him.

"What are you doing?" he questions, putting on his seatbelt with a small smirk.

"I'm going with you." you demanded.

"Whatever you say, princess." he hums, starting his car.

Best believe that he never made it out of the gated community. He was parked right outside of your house, lips on your own. "If only daddy could see you now," he teases, rubbing his hands through your unclothed body. He was almost sure that no one could see the both of you - because of the thick hedges that hid his car from view.

He breaks the kiss - to stare at your face. His eye flickered a familiar color. It was the look of a boy who was cunt-struck. The boys at your old school used to look at you in the same way.

"You're making me do something that can only be kept as a secret." he whispers, cupping your cheeks and staring at those beautiful eyes. "I wanna be your secret," you coo and his face softens. A fucking menace for a wife, that is what you'd be.

The sound of your voice has him hard on his cock.

"You wanna be my little girl?" he questions, pulling your face closer but avoiding the steering-wheel in front of him. "I wanna be that," you whisper, and his hands reach past you and down to the buttons of your chair - reclining it, until you were lying down.

You stare at him again - waiting and anticipating his next move. He places the car on park, blasting the ac until it was a perfect temperature from him. He gets rid of his top, hovering over you.

"Turn the car off, I want it hot." you demand, and he rolls down the windows to the car. "We'll suffocate, princess." he hums - staring at you with a predatory stare. He reminded you of one of the lions that you'd see in the zoo - scary but pretty.

He leans back down, bridging your lips together - but now, you were grinding unto him. Chasing your pleasure with the small bulge in his pants, your hands walk down to unzip his pants, shocked at the length of him. "That's big," you say out loud and a chuckle emerges from his mouth.

"You want this inside of you? Inside your little cunny?" he teases, pumping his cock a few times - seeing a bit of precum dribble down into his leather seats. "Yeah, do it." you demanded, earning another chuckle from the man. You were used to getting what you wanted - it comes with the title of being the daughter of a mob.

"You have to earn it, baby." he announces, running his hands through your beautiful breasts. He kneels on top of the chair, legs slightly parted to make way for your hips. "You ever sucked a man before?" he questions and you shake your head.

"I'll teach you," he says, signaling for your face to move closer to his cock. "Give me a kiss," he commands - and you obey him, pressing butterfly kisses on his growing erection. You were a lewd sight - increasing his lust by twenty.

Her hands danced on his thighs and his breathing became more erratic. He gasped slowly as he realizes that she was sucking him - with no need of instruction. "Yes, right there." he moans, arching his hips slightly to have a better angle. You lapped his dick - sucking on it eagerly so he could reward you.

A chill ran down his spine at the feel of your tongue swirling around his engorged lust. "Good," he kept moaning, looking down at you and burying his hand on your hair. You were a fucking delight.

"So good." he exhaled, feeling his peak come closer.

"Stop." he commanded, and you released his penis - creating a thick strand of saliva that connected the both of you. "You want me to cum inside of you?" he teased and you nod. The anticipation was overbearing. He reaches for the condom on his back-pocket - earning a raise of an eyebrow from you.

"Come," he motions while wrapping his dick with the rubber. "Open your legs," he ordered - you open it for a bit, but he grows impatient - opening it wider. He wastes no time in inserting his penis inside your gaping hole. "I'll be gentle," he promises - you stare at him again.

"I like rough sex," you confess - a small chuckle exits his mouth.

"Dirty lying girl, this isn't your first time?" he stated and you nodded with a giggle. "I'm sorry - I didn't wanna get into trouble." you reasoned - he began thrusting inside of you, reaching places that you didn't think existed.

"You're in trouble now, princess." he hums.

He groans at your tightness, feeling your walls push against his length. "So big," you huff, feeling him pump into your body. "I'm flattered," he smirks, burying his face on your shoulder.

He was about to say something dirty but a knock on the car window broke him away from his bliss. Luckily, the windows were slightly tinted, not fully opened- and the person outside wasn't able to make out your face. "Who is it?" you complain, trying to peek through his body - but he pushes you down. "It's your dad," he panicked, feeling embarrassment course through his body.

"Fuck," you curse, hearing your father laugh on the other side.

"Aemond, I told you to kill someone - not fuck one of my daughter's maids." the man takes a deep breath of his tobacco, staring at the other direction. "I'm sorry, princess." Aemond mumbles, zipping his trousers - he presses a soft kiss on your lips. "Pick me up tomorrow, quarter to five." you remind, and he leans deeper into the kiss - before finding his way on the driver's seat and hurrying to chase after your dad.

You sigh.

One day.

@beaconofthehightower @casualheartadorable

[hibiscusfairys]

image !!

⭐️ draco malfoy ; unrequited love, part 4 (hufflepuff fem reader)

♪ twilight : bôa

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 5

♡ warnings: angst

tagged: @miawastakens @watercolorskyy @pinkynecktie

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It was 9pm, on a windy autumn night.

The Yule Ball was close to ending, as many attendees one by one poured out of the ballroom for the night.

You were extremely overwhelmed, the clunking of your shoes sounded louder as you paced across the stone floor of the darkened corridors. Your face was wetter than the dampened leaves outside, and the echoes of laughter from happy couples reverberated in the distance, displeasing your ears, filling you with more unbearable jealousy.

“Wait..”

A breathy voice was heard from behind you. You slipped your heels around to notice the blonde boy stood in front of you, recovering from what looked like a desperate run.

With his hands on his knees, he spoke while taking breaths. “Why do you keep….” He trailed off, regaining his composure as he re-adjusted his tie. “Why do you keep confusing me?”

Your eyes widened, looking at him with confusion. “I could ask the same to you.” You said, your tone quivering between bewilderment and bitterness.

He stepped towards you, looking down at your hardened expression. “You should stop it.”

“I’m not doing anything.”

“You sure are!” He spat, his face growing with more anger. “You’ve put this spell on me that I can’t shake off. I wanted to enjoy my night without you ruining it.”

You scoffed. “I didn’t put some weird charm on you, Malfoy! Even I’m confused as to what’s wrong with you!”

“Now you listen to me…” He said, sighing deeply, his voice wavering with anger. “Don’t come near me. Or I won’t be able to resist myself from feeling more for you. You know we can’t work. We are too different.”

“What about Astoria? Have you even considered her?” You asked, your eyes pricked up with tears. “You’re just gonna leave her in the dust like you did with me?”

“Nevermind her. I’m thinking about what to do with you. I’m still going to pursue Greengrass, if it takes my mind off of you for each passing second I think.”

“So…” You swallowed, nervous. “You still feel the same way… about her.”

“… Yes.” He replied. “But… I can’t seem to rid you from the picture. You’re always there. And it’s beginning to bother me. I can’t go to sleep without thinking about you. You frustrate me, yes, but you also pull me in, you reel me in like a fish on a hook. I’m trying my hardest to avoid you, you know… but I can’t. I can’t help but run back to you. Why?” He paused to sigh. “I don’t know the exact time when I had first felt like this. I don’t know if I had buried them so deep that when you had brought it up.. they had uncovered.. or if I’ve just been provoked suddenly by what you’ve told me. But I don’t want you near me.”

“Draco…” You whispered, looking at hin sympathetically, unsure of how to work around this. You didn’t want Astoria being hurt either.

“I’ll talk to her.” He stepped closer towards you. “But I’ll get to the bottom of this. And I’ll know if you’ve done something.. like slip an amortentia in my drink.”

“You know I would never do that!” You yelled. “I’m not… looking to ruin you.”

“It doesn’t matter if you have or not… you already are.”

He hastily walked away from you, once again, leaving you stood alone in the corridor, waiting for an answer that will never reveal. Was this a love confession, or was it a friendship he intended to destroy? You couldn’t tell, the endless possibilities whirled around in your head as you shuffled sadly back to your dorm room.

You missed it, what you had.

Admittedly, he wasn’t the greatest friend. But if you didn’t decide to love him, or maybe just didn’t tell him you loved him, you both wouldn’t be coiled in such a distressing situation. And the fact that Astoria doesn’t know, made the snakes in your stomach worse. She didn’t deserve this, you knew that. So maybe it was time to let go.

It will take a lot of pain for you to finally accept it. And despite him confessing that he felt a connection, you knew where his heart had to belong. It wasn’t anything the boy could change himself. He didn’t want to face any consequences from his family, nor did you want to put yourself at risk.

Letting it go would be a huge relief in itself, anyway.

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part 5 is in the works!!

[kate-bot]

OKAY SO I've gotten two asks about my Noisette cosplay AND THANK YOU SM FOR THE KIND WORDS !!!!!!!! It was sm fun to make this cos, so I will gladly explain everything I did in hopes that it might help someone else!! also both anons please share your cosplays with me when theyre done i would love to see them....

I've tried to link everything where I can, where I got stuff etc... I only rarely cosplay (although I am thinking of going as the noise in May Comiccon) and this was my biggest ever project so!! It's very trial-and-error! But without further ado

KATES EXTENSIVE(ish) GUIDE TO COSPLAYING NOISETTE FROM THE HIT GAME PIZZA TOWER!!!!!!! (warning its kinda long)

THE HAT

Okay i’m gonna be real my mum helped me so much she basically did all the sewing for me. Sewing is the fucking bane of my existence I hate doing it so much so we planned it out together and she basically executed it. Props to her for that she’s so real… She also wrote down what she did!! So i’ll just paste and colour that in for you to read!!

“The black material (seen in the above image) was originally a beanie hat that was picked apart to use as a template…

This was game changing basically. We had experimented with making the hat from scratch but it was far too difficult and we were both too stupid so we just unstitched a pre-existing hat and stole the template. The hat we cut up was one we had lying around for years so i cannot tell you where to get one from, but any beanie that is stitched together will work i guess! So I would recommend finding a hat that fits you snugly and doing the same thing!

…and the wool fabric that was utilised gave the finished product was stiff enough to be structurally sound.

I just got this from my local fabric shop, I would recommend wool over something like felt because it’s super sturdy and I was pulling on my mask a LOT.

Once sewn together, I attached a stiff card facemask to the front to help provide some structure, and to locate where the eye holes should be cut.

I think this picture shows it pretty well, my mum was able to curve the shape of the fabric to fit a pre-existing mask- we got ours from Hobbycraft, just one of those stringed white template masks yknow. We cut off the string, made the eyeholes a little bigger and just stuck it straight on!! I should mention this was pretty much all done with a sewing machine as well!

After that, we made two ears from a paper pattern, stuffed them and put some wire inside to allow them to be positioned, before sewing them onto this headband, which was then sewn into the hat. The bottom of each ear was also stitched to the crown to give it some additional stability and to secure the headband correctly in position (having fitted it on the wearer).

Yeah it was actually less of a mask and more of a headband!! That was what gave it most of the support and meant the ears would stay up, I’m not sure how it would work without it!! The ears were the only part that I could actually help with LMAO i just freehanded a little template, stuffed it, and then put in some modelling wire to make them able to be posed :)

Then it was a lot of hand sewing, and glueing the eyeholes to the mask to create a cohesive look.

AND YEAH that’s pretty much all it was! I also attached some little felt eyelashes to add to it as well. Honestly I could never come up with a step-by-step guide for the process because it was such a trial and error thing (i’d made two test-hats before we even came up with the method) but it was so fun!!

I would 100% recommend if you want the ears to stay UP to stuff them AS MUCH AS U CAN and/or put wire in them!! :) I also made some cute little bows to clip into my wig in the same fabric to make it more cohesive!! I also put a bow (and a bunny tail heheh) on the back of the dress too!!

THE DRESS

Super simple! I just found one online (okay for some reason the link has been taken off of the website, but just look up "overall dress" on google shopping and you will 100% find something super cute)- I made sure to buy the dress first, and then take it to the fabric shop to try and colourmatch the mask fabric as best as I could. Then it was just buying some big ol buttons off eBay and sewing them on!! (I could actually do that bit by myself, I'm bad at sewing but im not THAT bad)

EVERYTHING ELSE

Cute patterned knee-high socks cuz shes cute like that. Leg warmers, I think I got them both off of Amazon... Converse I got from Depop and I had wanted to buy a pair anyway so I was super stoked to get them cheap!! I chose converse over a pair of high-heels or Mary Janes just for comfort reasons, I was walking around loads at the con so... Everything else apart from the shirt was from Amazon or just. Somewhere online(I have no idea where to get fancy white gloves LOL) and the shirt was from Depop as well! I liked how frilly it was, re: Noisette is cute like that!!

oh yeah and the wig. I hate wigs it was awful. I have no idea how to style them. underneath the hat was the most awful bowl cut ever I just. It wasn't my best moment. Dont ask me about wigs please .

Also I should mention I got this bag for the cosplay (which I now use all the time cuz its so cute) because i needed space to store shit and I wanted something on-brand with her cafe... this isnt the exact link I used but I just got it off of ebay :P

PROPS

Unfortunately I don't have a lot of WIP pictures of my props but they were pretty simple to make!! The coffee cup was literally just spraypainting over a reusable coffee cup and using POSCA pen to draw on the front! Fun fact the cup says "To Peppino" because originally my boyfriend was gonna go with me as Peppino before the Cruetly Squad brainrot got to him so. YEA

And the tip jar was also pretty simple, I just painted on the lid a plastic jar (can't be glass, not allowed at ComicCon) and cut out a bit of vinyl to work as the sign. The cobweb was just hot-glued 3D printer filament, and the spider was made with foam modelling clay (literally the best thing ever if you're making small models like that) and i stuck him to the lid of the jar with Kandi string so he'd bounce around :]

AND I THINK THATS IT!! i may as well post a pic of the full cosplay since I dont think many people would have made it this far.... But I think it turned out pretty cool!! I got recognised a few times as well which was amazing!! (cropped out my bf cuz idk if he wants his face on tumblr gfhhfg)

SO YEAH!!!! if anyone has any questions please let me know.. but GOOD LUCK IN UR COSPLAY MAKING FRIENDS!!!! :D

[rusty-gloinks]

MURDER DRONES EPISODE 5 : Random details and favorite parts of this episode

Will be putting major spoilers under cuts if anyone has NOT seen the new episode, or has yet to see it. CW/TW: Blood, body horror, murdery stuff! SPOILERS!! AHHH!!! You get the point. I am not responsible for your actions :3

(This post is a mix of different things btw, Md related tho)

None of this will be in order, and I might need to make a PART TWO!!! Since the total is 45 images. :’)

FIRST UP. I would like to take the time to appreciate doll so have some LOVELY LITTLE images of her I took.

She looks so fucking awesome???? Like holy shit. She slayed!!!!!

not to be fruity .but. yea

SHE. also Isn’t that the campsite? Or just a different location with the same appearance.

OKAY. Next up. BABYGIRL . I SQUEALED AT LIKE EVERY SCENE OF THEM SHES SO FUCKING CUTE. MAN😭

BLEEEEEH (I’m going to make this my icon soonthat was the purpose of the screenshot. Also because I love them)

World is mine by Hatsune mi- cyn. World is mine by cyn. The famous vocaloid /j (HSES 😭😭😭😭)

Noticing how her balance is SOOO Much better while holding someone?. Also MOOD .just like me .real 💔

i lov e you🥺EEEK /p. Shes melting

MY SIB AND I WERE FUCKIJG DYING OVER THE PUPPY EYES.LMAO. I love their humor

J* , and they locked her in the basement. I am so SAD about this information

PROTECTIVE BIG BRO MODE…babys

Okay, listen, i know these 2 got shipped before the release but OUCH this makes things so much weirder!!! eugh:( (mainly saw em as friends.tttotallt not becsuse I project my friendship with my silly mutual onto them.no. /sarc)

anyways forget them being friends as my headcanon. THEYRE FUCKING SIBLINGS EVEN BETTER!!! (prjdedcts me and my elder sib onto th— *gets killed /j*

GAY RIGHTS(After the 2nd watch i realized she was making them kiss each other and I started laughing so hard my sides hurt)

Okay glitch QUIT SHOWING OFF. god damn !!!!! Literally appreciating this scenery so hard. 10000/10. :3

YKNOW HW I WANTED TO SEE TEARS IN THE NEW EPISODE!! LOOK. KIND OF CLOSE!!

LOOK HES SOBBING!!!! ALMOST. I GOT WHAT I WANTED OMFG!!!!! YAYYA!!!! (Love it when ppl cry /j

Lovely little lad. Reading abt dogs:) so cute…

subtle hints of favoritism..👀(she obvs likes J more I think,)

I love how immediately i could tell this was drawn by Liam. Canonically J in the show but like his style is so adorable and bouncy!!!! AND LIKE yummyys:3 eated

Cute detail in Uzi’s room. SHE LIKES BABY COWS GUYS. ITS TIME TO MAKE FANART OF UZI WITH BABY COWS. /J

Blushys:)!

For those wondering what this is it’s basically a ripoff of YouTube. The caption is titled "Top 100 Doors ever!!11!" and then the views at the bottom 😭😭. KHAN AND HIS FUCKING DOORS GOD DAMNIT

This part scared the shit out of me i was literally about to cry. I THIUGHTT SHE KILLED HIM

I had to slow this down and repeat the same clip OVER AND OVER Just to get it right, apparently the solver can swap roles? (The order is supposed to be yellow then purple since Uzi takes over as an admin instead of CYN.) very cool.

STP FIGHTING D:

BOTH VRY SCARY :(

Better glimpse of her backpack. Cute little skullbat zipper!! Also batteries. 👍

Apparently DEAD BATTERIES, aka the logo on Uzi’s sweater could be a possible band? Or reference to a band I don’t know? Like how they have my chemical robots (or something like that) as a ref to the band MCR (romance).

Sigh., N was that you.

Conlang? Fictional language? Glyphs? I’m assuming it’s VERY important (since liam lovessss foreshadowing, i will further elaborate). Hoping there will be ways to "simplify" it to english!

Yknow how in episode 2 Uzi takes braidens sentience or sumn like dat. Yea 💀

Alright I’ve hit the limit, gonna rb again with part 2!!!!! Soon. Maybe

[flying-bear-tv]

Some stuff i noticed in the fionna and cake finale + betty theroy

# 1 Prismo's face glitch

This one is pretty self explanatory. for a frame prismos face glitches for no reason. I cant think of something we have seen that would explain this.

#2 After credits apple

After the credits there is a short animation of two shapes morphing into an apple. I thought this was a logo or something unrelated at first so I reversed image searched the apple but I couldn't find anything. So if its not related to a company it should be related to the show right? The shapes and bow for sure remind me of golbetty and apples have appeared multiple times (mostly use to shrink in size) This probably is important.

#3 Season One

The image on the left is a promotional poster for the show. On the bottom it gives the date episodes will start airing. Notice the lack of "Season One" near the top. The image on the right Is for the show's soundtrack which was released yesterday. All im gonna say is if I were producing a 10 episode miniseries I wouldn't want to specifically label it as season one if there was only one season.. And I definitely wouldn't only put that on promotional materials AFTER the season was done airing. I bet $72 there will be a season 2.

OKEY GUYS IT TIME TO TALK ABOUT BETTY1!!!!!!!!!!!!!11!!!!! :]

Adventure time season 6 episode 43. The Comet. yea im bringing this up.

I saw a post saying this means "comet". It has the same number of characters as the bus sign but I no idea where they found how to read this. I think it makes sense though and I'll tell you why

As Simon is flying away from golbetty he sees her do this .. Notice the color of the light (electricity?? fire?) I also think she changes shape a bit. the image on the left is her when she first electricitys herself and the image one the right is a few seconds later. I'm not gonna draw any conclusions on why this is right now.

Now back to Adventure Time ;]

In The Comet finn witnesses several of his reincarnations. The two shown are a comet and a butterfly.

Now IF the bus is saying golbettys destination is "comet" this HEAVILY implies reincarnation as comets are directly tied to this in adventure time. Also notice how the electricity golbetty is using is THE EXACT SAME FUCKING COLOR AS THE COMET. And what does simon wake up to after seeing golbetty do that.

A FUCKING BUTTERFLY I AM GOING TO LOSE IT. she is kissing him

I think what happened is by Simon and Betty both moving on from their toxic yuri relationship Betty's wish to keep simon safe was realized. Because tbh the thing that was mostly likely to hurt Simon was his own indifference to life and tendency to self sacrifice. I mean, he was completely ready to say goodbye to his sanity multiple times JUST that episode.

This allowed Betty to separate from golb because she no longer needed its power. She gave simon and kiss, and then fucked off to do butterfly shit.

Even if im wrong this show was so beautiful TvT I really needed it. I totally understand if yall are disappointed because simon and betty didn't get a happy ending together but. They really needed to move on. And who knows.. maybe we'll get a season two ;) bye

Oh and the scarab fight scene was way too long and bringing jay and little destiny back was weird and forced.

[fulgurbugs]

Opening the 2024 Howliday draculaura and clawd!

i got these two preordered a little bit back, when i realized that they were selling faster than say, winter clawdeen and would probably not go on sale like her before they were gone. so i preordered them, and once the 26 hit they were extremely quick to get to me, with me getting them shipped and delivered same day. here they are in box!

different backdrop today, i opened them downstairs, instead of in my room

i am planning on putting this adorable box into storage so i was more careful in opening it up. on the back we have the collector certificate, as well as two stands

once again, we have more of these infuriatingly terrible plastic head tabs. i’m gonna need them to find some other way to do this, because every time i’m scared that i’m going to cut a dolls hair. they’re the worst.

here’s them freed from their prison! first impressions are, as usual, the ghouls outsell the mansters, unfortunately. however, i do still really enjoy what they’ve gone with for this clawd. tbf bell bottoms and funky patterns are such a serve, and more interesting that the safer choice of a suit or something. i think i would have gone with black for the mesh top, though. it might make it a little more cohesive. the other thing is i feel like clawd needs just one more accessory. maybe a gold necklace? just something. for draculaura i absolutely love her outfit as well, but honestly i though it might have been really cute if the red bodice of her dress was the same pattern as one of clawds clothing pieces too. i really love the silhouette of this dress a lot, though.

the shoes. they’re very detailed molds. with lots of stitch detailing on clawd’s adb a moon detail on the side, and draculauras heel-less heels are very valentines but make it spiderweb. with of course, adorable bat wings. the shoes are both completely solid colors, however.

here’s a random thing i was seeing that i wanted to make sure i made a note of. in clawds stock images, his wrists were edited to look like they were smooth and unarticulated. they are articulated, however, so it seems like kind of a bizarre choice on the photo editors part. draculaura’s hands are cast in black to give the appearance of gloves, with little plastic cuffs on her arms. they do not have a gap when you pull them down.

here’s the accessories! they come with a rose and a coffin-shaped gift box, a bag for draculaura, and a parasol. also rubber banded in like accessories were these little paper valentines hearts, though i’m not sure what to do with them. they’re very cute, though, and clawds one to draculaura is also for her birthday, which is valentine’s day!

with accessories! i couldn’t really find a good way for clawd to hold the box, but he holds the roses fine. the parasol comes with an additional piece that attaches to the stand to hold it up, so that draculaura can look like she’s carrying it.

facesss! clawd has a longer mohawk of short curly hair, while the sides are flocked. i think i might have liked to see a little facial hair on him? like maybe some painted sideburn details. or even some more intense eye makeup. he does look a little bit plain

draculaura! her signature heart has a moon in it for clawd, which is super adorable. i love the lip colors they went with for her as well,

and that’s the 2024 valentines howliday two pack! faboolous pets drac has found a new spot at the bottom shelf, where i’ve given clawdeen back to her, since if clawd can come to the draculaura shelf clawdeen is allowed as well. they’re not chilling on the bottom and i’ve decided the top shelf will have my g1 style ghouls on it for now. thanks for reading!

[dragonwritersblog]

These Hands Of Yours (Let Me Protect Them)

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For @xhanisai after I reblogged this post and immediately came up with this after the S5 finale. I have many thoughts but the main one was mostly “MARINETTE MY GIRL YOU DESERVE SO MUCH BETTER!” but yeah, I decided to base this after the finale because I feel like it fits with that post that she made. I managed to write this with the help of the caffeine from my tea, my remaining will to live and the neuro-spicy brain juice swirling around in my head. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this Akari!

The image of her tears-stained cheeks, red eyes and running nose was something Adrien didn’t think he was going to get out of his head for quite some time. He had comforted both Marinette and Ladybug many times before for different reasons, but this was the first time he comforted the same person on both sides of the mask.

It had started earlier this evening when they were both on patrol, Ladybug had met up with them at their agreed spot on a rooftop. The first sign he noticed something was wrong was how tense she was. Sure, she had her signature sweet smile and adorable sass, but her grin seemed more strained, and her quips were forced rather than seamlessly rolling off her tongue.

When asking her if she was alright, she brushed it off with a nervous laugh and swung away to start patrol. Chat Noir thought about chasing after her, but decided against it, knowing that if he continued to press on about it, the less willing she would be to tell him what was going on. They met up again twenty minutes later, but this time the sass and smile were gone, replaced with a face clouded with gloom and her posture slouched. He asked again if she was sure she was okay, only to be given a single nod before Ladybug attempted to swing away again; key word, attempted. For when she threw the end of her yoyo and prepared to jump, her clumsiness seemed to strike, and she nearly lost her footing. If it hadn’t been for Chat Noir’s quick reflexes and grabbed her wrist to pull her away, there was a definite chance she would’ve been injured.

He asked her one last time if she was okay and something inside her seemed to snap. Her eyes began to water, and her bottom lip trembled before launching herself into his chest and began to sob, strained cries ripping from her throat. Chat immediately scooped her up into his arms and walked over to a chimney, sitting them both down with her in his lap as he stroked her hair.

“I’m s-sorry, I’m so sorry!” she wailed, her tears leaking onto his leather covered shoulders as she buried her face into his neck.

“Shhh,” he buried his claws into her hair, gently taking out her hair ties and began stroking through the soft dark locks to sooth her, “You don’t need to apologize, you didn’t do anything wrong.”

“You don’t understand!” she hiccupped, her small hands gripping the back of his suit as her entire body began to shake with more sobs, “I was stupid, I was really stupid this time Chat!”

Another tremor wracked through her body, causing Chat Noir to start purring, hoping that the vibrations would ease the panic threating to bubble to the surface. The purring seemed to be working, for he felt her trying to even out her breathing, though it seemed that she struggled as she would let out a cry once in a while that just shattered his heart every time he heard it. “Whatever it is, we can get through this together like we always do.”

“Not this time Chat!” she whimpered, “It’s just gonna make things worse if I say it. Everyone’s already so happy I can’t say it.”

“Then don’t say it to everyone,” he took one of her hands, his thumb stroking the top as her face peeled away from her shoulder to look at him, “Just say it to me, and let the rest just follow.”

“I…he…he should hate me!” she sniffled.

“Who?”

“Adrien!” her chest began to heave again as her other hand clawed at her face, “He should hate me for what I did!”

“Adrien Agreste?” Chat Noir inquired, starting to put the pieces together, “If this is about what happened to his father, Gabriel made that choice to help save the city. It’s not your fault, he doesn’t hate you for that.”

While true, a part of him was still grieving the loss of his father, he was glad that in those remaining moments his true self came to light for what he would do for his family. With that information in mind, it was something he could live with. However, it seemed that what he said just made his Lady feel worse as ripped her hand that was held in his to claw at her neck as she cried harder.

“No, no, no!” She began to rock back and forth, red marks were starting to contrast against her pale skin on her jaw, making Chat Noir grab her hands into his own large ones so she wouldn’t cause further damage to herself. “He shouldn’t have died; I shouldn’t have let him die! Then the wish wouldn’t-”

She clamped her mouth shut, praying that Chat Noir didn’t hear that last part. Unfortunately, his enhanced hearing was able to catch those last few words, the boy turning to her slowly. “What do you mean about the wish?” his tone was slow and steady.

“I-I didn’t…that wasn’t what I…t-that’s not what I meant to say-”

“-Ladybug,” she nearly jumped at the sound of his voice, the intensity making her nerves twist again, “What do you mean about the wish?”

He didn’t look or seem angry, but she knew that this was a conversation that he wasn’t going to change. Trying to compose herself as much as she could, she began to explain.

“He-he tricked me,” her own voice seemed to start shaking, “M-Monarch tricked me.” She felt his claws trail up and down her back to try and relieve some of her panic as her stuttering continued. “He tricked me. He tricked me. He tricked me.”

“It’s okay,” he whispered. He thinks he has a bit of an idea now. “Monarch is nothing but evil. He would do anything to get what he wants. Don’t blame yourself for Monarch making Gabriel sacrifice himself, you did all that you could.”

It didn’t seem to make her feel better, her eyes were still wide open and spilling tears as her breathing worsened. She began to shake her head. “Monarch tricked me. Monarch tricked me!” she turned to meet his gaze, “Gabriel was the trick!”

Chat Noir raised a brow in confusion. How was Gabriel the trick? His thoughts were interrupted as Ladybug’s rambles became more frantic.

“Monarch tricked me! Gabriel tricked me. Gabriel tricked me. He tricked me!”

A pit began to form in his stomach. No, no there’s no way. It felt like pieces of a puzzle starting to finally click together. Or to put it more simply, two men – two horrible men – began to mould into one monster. It was only confirmed when Ladybug opened her mouth again.

“Gabriel is…was Monarch,” she gripped his hands as the memory flooded back into her mind, “He started saying these things and I though that maybe, just maybe, there was still some good him. How could I be such an idiot?! To fall for a few nice words and suddenly it’s enough for me to give him Tikki and Plagg!”

Chat wanted to tell her that she wasn’t an idiot, that he understood being manipulated by that man – if you could even call him that at this point – that she did everything that she could in that moment. But at the same time, Monarch was his father! He had spent the last few weeks wondering how he could ever live up to how great his father was in his sacrifice. When in reality, there was no sacrifice, just an act of cowardice and his lady was left to pick up the pieces. He forced himself to repress a disgusted shudder. No wonder she looked like she was about to break down the minute he saw her arrive. 

“How can he look at me like that?!” she asked aloud, the question not being directed to anyone, “Even when I keep lying to him?!”

Chat Noir tucked a loose stray hair behind her ear, “Lying to who? About what?”

“Adrien,” the name alone made his breath hitch, “Every time I see him, he just looks at me as though I handed the world to him by just simply being there, and he doesn’t even know what I’ve been keeping from him!”

Oh, that made sense…wait. Adrien hadn’t seen Ladybug since she gave him his father’s ring. The way she was speaking about him was as if they had seen each other many times before. Did he know her outside of the mask? Could he even be that lucky?

“I don’t know if I can keep doing this,” she continued, “I don’t know if I can handle him looking at me like that whenever we’re at school, or play video games at each other’s houses, I don’t think I can be able to keep it together when he takes me to the little coffee shop down the street that he knows that I adore. He’s done so much for me, cares so much for me and yet I’m doing this to him, and he doesn’t even know what a horrible person I am!”

School…coffee shop…dates…A chill rushes through his veins, realisation seeping in. The girl he was holding in his arms, her hands glued to his in a desperate sign practically begging not to be alone, was someone that he knew far closer to him than any of his friends. Someone who he knew that already had so much on her hands that just got piled on after everything that was said to him. It can’t be.

“I SHOULDN’T BE LADYBUG!”

Was the last thing that tore from Marinette’s throat as her suit disappeared, leaving behind the love of his life in her pyjamas, Tikki nuzzling her cheek to try and calm her as the wave of panic and weeping returned.

He drops everything that was circling in his mind - his father, the wish, his Lady’s identity – and wraps Marinette up in his arms as much as he can, purring and keeping her as warm as he can with his body heat. Her left arm was wrapped round his torso while he kept a hold of her right hand in his own. He takes a look at her ungloved hand, hundreds of little scars leaving their marks on her skin, leaving a mocking reminder of how much she failed that day.

The fact that Monarch…no…the fact that his father was so selfish and vile that he went out of his way to not only emotionally damage, but to go as far as to try to physically damage his Lady just for a wish. Was his own son not enough? Was he that self-centred to ignore his only family left while claiming that he was doing this for his child? How could he use that to justify hurting and manipulating such a sweet and kind person as Marinette?!

“This is my fault,” she whispers, her voice raspy and sounding sore, “This is all my fault. He should hate me, I’m a terrible person and a terrible Ladybug.”

“No,” Chat Noir shook his head, a slight growl escaping with the word.

“I’m really sorry,” she whimpered, “I should’ve told you; you have every right to be angry with me, you’re my partner, you deserve to know.”

Did she…did she think his anger was directed at her? “Oh Mari,” he pressed his lips to her hair, “I have no reason to be angry with you. Never, ever blame yourself for the cruelty of others. You don’t need to apologise for any of Gabriel’s actions.”

He takes her other hand and clasps them in his again, making sure that her attention was focused on him and only him. “Since the moment I met you, you’ve been pressured to put the weight of Paris on your shoulders. From our friends to the other civilians, even yourself, it might not have been said out loud, but you definitely felt them giving you that responsibility. You are so strong; I’ve seen the remarkable things that you have accomplished with your hands. How you’ve protected so many people, to figuring out any lucky charm thrown your way, to even fighting the most feral akumas. But it’s also left its impact on you as well, and eventually, the weight that your hands have carried for so long has started to take effect. It doesn’t make you weak, no, however it is something that you don’t have to do alone. We’re the bug and cat team, we’re meant to share the weight, not take the burden from the other. And know that I know, I’m gonna make sure that you never feel such a weight again, both in and out the suit.”

She tilts her head in confusion before a flash of green made her squint and look away. When she looked back, she gasped, for there in front of her, in his pyjamas and zip-up hoodie, was none other than the boy she swore to protect from all the darkness she held so that he would never be burdened with. “Adrien?”

He pressed a kiss to her hand, “Hi Princess.”

Her eyes filled with tears again, she tried to make sure that Adrien would never find out about this, not at the expense of his happiness and now she managed to screw that up as well.

He was more prepared this time when she let out more apologies, taking off his hoodie, wrapped her up in it and pressed her face to his chest as he tightly embraced her. He purred louder and more even to make sure she was relaxed. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry Adrien!” she blubbered out as he rocked them back and forth, “I should’ve told you, but you were finally happy! Finally free with your life and I didn’t want to take that from you!”

“It’s alright, shh, it’s gonna be alright,” he let her continue to sob, his main priority at this point was her and taking care of her, “I’m okay, we’re okay, it’s not your fault.”

A few minutes later, her sobs turned to quiet sniffles. He took another look at her face, his stomach twisting when he saw just how exhausted she was, the guilt had really taken an ugly toll on her. Tikki was still cradled in the crook of her neck, having fallen asleep while soothing her holder. He stood up, holding her in his arms as he called out for his transformation phrase and jumped off the rooftop, making his way back to the bakery.

Once he landed on her balcony, he released his transformation again before going through her trapdoor window and gently placing her onto the bed.

He lifted her upper body he raised her duvet and placed her under it, making sure she was wrapped up safe and warm before joining her under her blankets, wrapping her up in his arms again and resumed his purring. Tikki had woken up and moved from Marinette’s neck to her hair, Plagg joining her as he buried himself in her dark locks and he began to purr as well.

Adrien could feel her body struggling to relax, constantly shifting from trying to letting herself by soothed by the warmth and love she was being given to stiffening back up again as though she didn’t feel as though she were allowed to.

His brows furrow in concentration, forming a plan in his head on just how to help his princess within this moment. He looked at their hands again, having conjoined again while in the midst of her much needed cuddles. He raised her dainty pale hand to his lips, gently pressing them against the tips of her fingers, making her look up at him and pausing her internal dilemma.

“I’m not surprised that you’re Ladybug,” he told her, “I mean, I am a bit shocked at the sudden reveal, but it makes so much sense that you’re her. The kindness with how you treat civilians, the creativity when figuring out any lucky charm thrown at you, not taking any nonsense from anyone – all of that comes from Marinette.”

He presses two more kisses to the back of her hand and laid it on her pillow and started stroking her palm in small circles with his thumb, taking notice that she was focused on the lazy motions and the soothing feeling it gave her. “It comes from everything I’ve seen you do outside of the mask,” he continued, “How you treat our friends and students outside of our class to make sure everyone is happy, coming up with ideas for not only your fashion but with baking, drawing and so many other projects, and you refuse to let others be walked over and stand up for those who aren’t able to do it themselves. All that comes from you! And all those amazing things come from your amazing hands.”

She tried to smile; it wavered a little, but she wanted to show how much his words meant to her. She wanted to believe him, she wanted to believe him so badly! So why wouldn’t the final image of Gabriel leave her mind?! Why did it have to keep reminding her of how much she failed.

She curled in on herself, the brainstorm building up again. Luckily, Adrien seemed to take notice. “But those hands have been hurt way before you became Ladybug, haven’t they?” he asked, making her thoughts pause as she peered up at him through her eyelashes.

“Despite saving the city multiple times, its far from the first time your hands have been used in that way,” he brushed his thumb over a faded scar, one that he noticed from the first time he met Marinette. Back during the hat contest, before everything, when he gently brushed his hand against hers to take her winning hat, he saw it on the top of her hand and was curious as to how it got there, but he didn’t want to pry. Now, after knowing all she went through, he had a bit of an idea on how she received it.

“All those years that you had to defend yourself from Chloe’s ruthlessness to the point you were terrified to go to school, and then Lila trying to do the same to you as well. Not to mention, you always tried to take on everyone’s problems, whether if its Kim and Ivan fighting, or Alix trying to pick a fight with someone, you’ve constantly found solutions to the point that they just keep coming back to you for help,” he continued, “They see you as the only way to fix a problem instead of trying to figure it out themselves. I know that you’re afraid of our friends getting akumatised, but you can’t take on everybody else’s burdens if you’re already being dragged down by your own.”

Marinette whimpered, every word he was saying was ringing so true that it hurt to listen to. Adrien sensed her distress and pressed a few more gentle kisses to her cheeks and forehead; he knew she had to hear this, but he knew that there was already going on in that head of hers for her to finally be confronted with both her greatest strength yet biggest flaw.

“And now knowing that you had to defend yourself from my father, both with and without a miraculous,” a bitter taste formed in his mouth as he remembered how Ladybug tried to fight Hawkmoth after Tikki and Plagg took back their miraculous. His father might not have known it was Marinette at that time, but he did know that the person he was fighting at the time was defenceless and vulnerable to the extreme damage he inflicted. “The fact that he would do that to you, that he tried to go out of his way to hurt you and then proceeded to trick you…...I’m so sorry Marinette. I’m sorry that you’ve kept this to yourself just so you could protect me but,” he looked at the scars on her hands again, the ones that Gabriel left there permanently, “No one was there to protect you from what he did.”

“-But you’ve already protected me for so long!” Marinette injected, the sudden volume startling Adrien a little bit, “You’ve already done so much for me, even when I pushed you away you were always by my side even when I didn’t deserve it. Even after keeping this from, you, how could you still want to be my partner…I don’t deserve this.”

He pressed a finger to her lips; she looked up as their eyes locked with one another, anxious blue met a frustrated green, but not at her. “Don’t ever say that again,” he murmured, his voice low and laced with both hurt and concern, “You deserve so much more than you’ve been given. You barely ask for anything, nothing even, and yet no one can even give you that.” He brought her hands to his chest, right above where she could feel his heart drumming softly, “You are so incredible, so talented, so amazing. And it hurts to watch that being stripped away every day, as Marinette and Ladybug. You think that you need to take on so much more than you already do, that you have to feel this horrible, but you don’t! Ladybug wasn’t meant to be on her own and neither was Marinette. You don’t need to do this alone anymore Princess…please, let me in, let me help you, let me share and protect the world that is threatening to fall out of your hold.”

“I-I-I,” her voice broke a little, the weight of his words was hitting harder than she thought it would, giving her a sense of peace and relief that she hadn’t felt in so long. But she knew that she wouldn’t be able to hold onto it forever, something was going to make him realise that she was a terrible partner, and he would finally realise that. “I can’t. I can’t take your happiness away after you fought so hard for it, I can’t let you be dragged down with me. I should’ve been smarter that day, I could’ve found another way – I could’ve! That way you don’t have to be here now to feel burdened by me!”

“I can assure you that never have, or will, burden me with anything,” he let go of her hands and wrapped both of his arms around her smaller form in a silent promise of never letting her go. “I’m here because I want to be. Gabriel has always found a way to trick others for years, he tricked us both when he first thought he was Hawkmoth, he’s managed to talk his way in and out of situations without anyone batting an eye and he has manipulated me for years into thinking that I was wrong about everything. And the fact that all of Paris believes that he’s some kind of hero while you’re suffering in silence after everything he put you through just proves how much of a monster he is. And I feel sick knowing that I believed that too for a while.”

Marinette shuffled in his arms. Ever since she became Ladybug, defeating Hawkmoth was the only goal she knew that she had to complete. She sacrificed everything in order to do that, her hobbies, her love life, even herself to some degree. And yet when the time came, she failed. Part of him just wanted Adrien to scream at her, tell her that she messed up and messed up bad. But seeing him look at her with the utmost love after she thought he would hate her for keeping these secrets and failing to complete the most important task of their lives, even after finding out that Hawkmoth was his father, a part of herself felt as though he were telling the truth about everything he said in that moment.

He let one of his arms fall and clasped her hand again, bringing it to his lips, “You’re not alone anymore Marinette. No matter what the future holds for us, we’re going to go through this together. You didn’t mess up; you didn’t fail, and you deserve to be happy. I’m here now, so please, let me take care of you as you took care of me and everyone else,” he gently pressed his lips to her knuckles as one more promise, “It’s you and me against the world.”

The dams broke once more as Marinette buried her head in his chest, wailing once more as he gripped her tightly with as much protection as he could give her in this moment. He let her cry as much as she needed to, stroking her hair as she got everything else out of her system while whispering and presses comforting kisses to her forehead.

A while passed before her cries turned to whimpers and her whimpers turned into soft, even breathes. Looking down, he saw that she had cried herself to sleep. Judging by the bags under her eyes and how deep she seemed to be in her dreamlike state, this was probably this first time she properly slept since her battle with Hawkmoth.

Her arms were tightly wrapped around him, as though she were begging him to stay – as if he could ever leave her after what happened. With one arm wrapped her waist and the other round the back of her head, he cuddled softly into her, relishing in the soft content noise that left her throat. The kwamis retreated to the other side of the pillows, giving their holders much needed space while close enough in case they needed them.

Before he allowed himself to fall asleep however, internally, Adrien made one more promise to her. I won’t let this happen to you again Marinette, not after this. No matter what, I’ll keep you safe and never let your hands carry that type of weight ever again. Now that I’m free for him, nothing will stop me from protecting you or leaving your side.

Only after making that promise, did he join her in sleep.

(In the morning.

“Plagg, how do you cataclysm a dead person?”

“Adrien I just woke up what the fuck.”)

I am so sorry it took this long! I swear I should’ve gotten it out sooner but it’s here now and I hope you like it! <3

[rippleclan]

RippleClan: Moon 20

The war between RippleClan and AshClan comes to a formal end, and everyone in RippleClan celebrates.

[Image ID: A crowd of RippleClan cats, including Oilstripe, gather to frame Downstar, who says “It’s over, everyone!”]

Oilstripe hated the wait. 

All of RippleClan lingered in their camp’s clearing, the light of a central fire throwing shadows onto the shipwreck. A soft snowfall danced overhead, fizzling out well before it reached the warm camp. Everyone’s minds seemed far from camp, however. Weedfoot paced around the exit while Puddlespeckle watched her with a tired, but oddly soft gaze. Burdockcreek and Clammask silently shared tongues with Rustshade. Oilstripe sat close to the fire with Carnationspeckle and Applepelt. There were no StarClan spirits in camp that night to distract her. All she had were two friends stuck in the same state of mind.

“This seems like a formality, don’t you think?” Applepelt sighed, front paws kneading the sand. “AshClan hasn’t done anything since last moon’s Gathering. I don’t know why everyone is so tense.”

“We don’t know what Autumnstar thinks of us now,” Carnationspeckle said as Oilstripe groomed her long brown fur. 

“I know exactly what he thinks,” Applepelt chirped. “He’s terrified to face me again!” She rolled onto her back and batted the air. 

“Terrified to face StarClan, maybe,” Oilstripe scoffed. “His whole argument fell apart the moment Downstar came back to life. He can’t chase out a Clan accepted by StarClan, it’s in the code.”

“So StarClan’s truly real, is it?” Applepelt sighed. She squirmed deeper into the sand while Oilstripe gave a half-hearted laugh.

“Oh, you have no idea,” Oilstripe said.

“Applepelt, scoot away from the fire, your whiskers will catch,” Carnationspeckle chuckled. 

“Make me,” Applepelt cooed. “It’s too quiet tonight. I’m gonna ramble for a while. Smack me if you wanna stop me.” She rolled back onto her belly. She ranted about WheatClan stories she picked up at the last Gathering, but Oilstripe tuned her out. She and Carnationspeckle groomed knots out of each other’s fur as the fire crackled and spat.

Soon enough, Downstar and Rabbitjoy both entered the camp. Weedfoot stopped pacing and joined them on their way to the Shiprock. Carnationspeckle and Oilstripe both kicked Applepelt, pausing her story mid-sentence. Applepelt seemed ready to whine, but spotted the returning leader and sat up. 

“All cats old enough to catch their own prey, gather below the Shiprock for a Clan meeting!” Downstar called before she even got to the rock. Halibutpaw had been sitting quietly outside the apprentice’s den but now called his littermates into the clearing. The small Clan huddled around the fire. Their eyes shone in the dim light like Silverpelt brought down. Rabbitjoy sat at the bottom of the Shiprock. Oilstripe put her paw over Applepelt’s and her tail over Carnationspeckle’s as she held her breath. Downstar could only keep her serious expression up for so long, though.

“It’s over, everyone!” Downstar yowled, tail high. “RippleClan and AshClan are at peace!” A great cheer tore through the clearing. Oilstripe’s muscles melted like her namesake. “AshClan will hereby acknowledge our position as a Clan ordained by StarClan. As the moons pass, we will establish the same relationships we have with the other Clans. AshClan will allow us to walk along the border to visit the other Clans.”

“Finally,” Halibutpaw scoffed. Graypaw batted his ear.

“Aww, you afraid of a fight?” Graypaw laughed. “You’re the warrior apprentice. You should be sad you can’t show AshClan what’s what anymore.”

“Maybe I don’t want another friend to die, Graypaw,” Halibutpaw snapped. Graypaw stepped back, blinking wildly.

“Alright, alright,” James cooed, stepping between the pair. “That’s quite enough. When I lived with humans, they always celebrated special moments with a good meal. I say we do the same!”

“I like that idea, James,” Downstar chirped. “Carnationspeckle, you’re the best swimmer we have. Would you take Graypaw to the coast and find some fish for the Clan?”

“The ocean’s freezing, Mom,” Graypaw whined. “Can’t I help at the oven?”

“You’ll be a caretaker soon, Graypaw,” Downstar sighed, shaking her head. “If I ask you to do something, you’ll need to do it. It won’t take long.” Graypaw muttered something, but didn’t put up anymore fight. 

“We have a bit of flaxseed oil from WheatClan!” Clammask said, jogging over to the portion of the shipwreck where the Clan stored jars and pots and baskets. “Let’s use that tonight!”

“Wonderful,” Downstar purred, hopping off the Shiprock. “We could use a feast. Enjoy yourselves tonight, everyone!” Weedfoot, Shadowpaw, Halibutpaw, and Rustshade surrounded Downstar. Carnationspeckle stretched and touched noses with both Oilstripe and Applepelt.

“I’ll catch a fish for us to share,” she promised. With a wave of her feathery tail, Carnationspeckle led Graypaw out of camp. 

“My humans used to catch fish, did I ever tell you that?” Applepelt chirped.

“A few times already, yes,” Oilstripe purred, her heart as warm as the fire.

“You should have seen the fish they would bring in,” Applepelt laughed, stretching her legs as far as they could go. “Some of them were this big! I’ve never seen others of them before, either. I think they got on a ship and caught them, but I don’t know how that works. I know James helps build rafts sometimes, but they couldn’t go far enough to catch these fish. I don’t know if I could call some of them fish…” 

Applepelt continued on, describing spider-like masses of flesh and fish with more teeth than she could count. As her words washed over Oilstripe, the ginger historian’s eyes drifted over the apprentice’s den. A cream-colored cat stood outside the den, shining as bright as the fire. Oilstripe nodded to her sibling and enjoyed her Clan’s victory.

(Oilstripe: 24, female, historian, charismatic, ghost sight)

(Applepelt: 29, she/they, historian, rebellious, lore keeper)

(Carnationspeckle: 22, female, caretaker, compassionate, talented swimmer)

(Downstar: 79, female, leader, adventurous, trusted advisor, very clever)

(Halibutpaw: 12, male, warrior apprentice, impulsive, quick witted, lover of stories)

(Graypaw: 12, female, caretaker apprentice, bloodthirsty, careful listener)

(James: 96, male, caretaker, charismatic, den builder, formidable fighter)

(Clammask: 14, female, caretaker, righteous, lore keeper, good teacher)

Two apprentices graduate from their training without their brother. Shadowpaw was held back to catch up on missed training from whitecough.

[Image ID: Halibutdusk and Graythroat pose. Under Halibutdusk, it says LEVEL UP! HALIBUTPAW -> HALIBUTDUSK, IMPULSIVE -> GLOOMY, QUICK WITTED -> CLEVER, LOVER OF STORIES -> GREAT STORYTELLER. Under Graythroat, it says LEVEL UP! GRAYPAW -> GRAYTHROAT, BLOODTHIRSTY -> FIERCE, CAREFUL LISTENER -> VALUABLE INSIGHT.]

(Halibutdusk: 12, male, warrior, gloomy, clever, great storyteller)

(Graythroat: 12, female, caretaker, fierce, valuable insight)

Graythroat attacks a fox without hesitation, but merely freaks it out.

[Image ID: Graythroat faces down a fox while Fennelspot and James watch in the corner. Under Fennelspot, it says + GUIDANCE FROM STARCLAN: GRAY & GRAY (OMEN).]

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Fennelspot loved having a proper selection of caretakers to help him manage his gardens. It could be hard to properly tend to the selection of herbs he had begun cultivating in the southern half of the territory, but with caretakers, Fennelspot could focus on his medical and spiritual duties while they made sure the herbs grew well. Yes, it was the last moon of winter, and most of the growths wouldn’t begin showing up until the next moon, but it was the perfect time to plant some of his seeds. Besides, James and Graythroat hadn’t had much experience with the garden, so this was as good a time as any to introduce them.

“Humans have their farms and gardens,” Fennelspot explained as Graythroat and James walked behind him with baskets of thyme and sage seeds. “That taught us how to start our own fields and rise a step above herbal scavenging. There are a lot of plants we let grow wild, but some, like the sage and thyme seeds I’ve kept in storage all winter, grow well in gardens. I found the areas near the southern edge have better conditions for maintaining a garden.”

“Do you expect me to dig?” James scoffed, his words muddied by the basket in his mouth. “I don’t dig. I can barely tolerate the constant sand between my paws, I will not willingly coat myself in mud.”

“We’re caretakers, that’s our job,” Graythroat grunted.

“The mud’s not as bad as you think it is, James,” Fennelspot said, some of this enthusiasm seeping out. “It reminds me of SlugClan. It’s nice. At least I won’t ask you to help smoke out beehives. I don’t think you’d stay in RippleClan if you had to do that.” Fennelspot chuckled awkwardly as James tilted his head. The face Graythroat made told him all he needed to know on the subject.

The gardens were a section of an open field west of the RippleClan graveyard. At first glance, it seemed like any other field, but the grass was only half-grown and the remnants of plants that did not survive the winter sat in rows that would never have formed without an intelligent paw to guide them. A dusting of snow covered the gardens, but it wouldn’t stop the patrol.

Fennelspot was about to direct Graythroat to tear up the dead plants while he explained planting to James, but a gray shape on the other side of the gardens made him pause. It was a silver fox; its black fur was dusted white as though it had been caught in the snow. Brilliant orange eyes stared at Fennelspot. It stood in profile, watching the three cats, completely frozen.

“It’s likely passing through,” Fennelspot whispered as his companions noticed the fox. “We’ll wait for it to leave and come back later.”

“No,” Graythroat huffed, dropping her basket. “This is our territory. No fox is going to steal our prey.” Graythroat bolted past Fennelspot and James before either could respond. Graythroat hissed and screeched, catching the fox’s attention. The fox screamed at Graythroat, ears pulled back as far as they could go. Graythroat launched at the fox and dug her claws and fangs into its silver coat.

“Graythroat!” Fennelspot yowled. “It’s done nothing to us. Leave it alone!” StarClan, he wished there was someone in the Clan who could speak to foxes. James set his basket of sage seeds down and stood in front of Fennelspot, ready to defend the cleric.

Morning light bounced off Graythroat’s pelt. The sun illuminated the fox’s fur, blending the white flecks into its black undercoat. In that light, Graythroat’s pelt looked just like the foxes. Gray fur scrambled over gray fur in a shiny mixture of rage. A sudden sense of familiar clarity flooded Fennelspot’s mind as the fox scrambled out from Graythroat’s clutches and bolted toward the trees, barking madly. This was a sign. No, not a simple sign. An omen. StarClan may not talk to him like they talk to Oilstripe, but by the stars, he was good at his job and he knew an omen when he saw it.

What the omen meant, however, he could not say.

(Fennelspot: 77, male, cleric,  insecure, valuable insight, incredible runner)

(Graythroat: 12, female, caretaker, fierce, valuable insight)

(James: 96, male, caretaker, charismatic, den builder, formidable fighter)

James escorts the WheatClan deputy to camp.

[Image ID: James stands in the corner as Valleybrook, a golden tabby with Rustshade’s markings and lavender in his fur, speaks to Rustshade and Oilstripe. He says “I wish we were talking under better circumstances, Rust.”]

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There were a lot of cats Oilstripe would have expected to walk into camp, but her uncle was not one of them.

Oilstripe and Rustshade were sharing one of their rarer moments of peace, quizzing Shadowpaw on the code so he could catch up to his littermates. They were halfway through the Code of Caretakers when James entered camp. Oilstripe would have paid him no mind if a slender golden tabby didn’t follow him in. The tom was so star-struck by the bulking shipwreck that he didn’t notice Weedfoot jogging his way.

“Valleybrook?” Weedfoot called. Rustshade snapped his head around. 

Valleybrook broke out of his trance and faced Weedfoot, saying with an awkward sigh, “I’m sorry. I’m very impressed by your camp. A shipwreck makes quite the statement.”

“I was enjoying my afternoon when he waved me over from the WheatClan border,” James huffed, scratching an itch behind his ear. “He asked to come to camp.”

“Downstar’s out on patrol right now,” Weedfoot said with a slight cock of her head. “What brings the WheatClan deputy to our camp?”

“It’s something of a favor,” Valleybrook admitted. His gaze shifted to Rustshade and he said, “I was hoping to speak with my brother.”

“Rustshade, you never told me you’re littermates with WheatClan’s deputy,” Shadowpaw said as Rustshade wandered over to Valleybrook, his tail stiff behind him.

“They haven’t talked much since we left WheatClan,” Oilstripe whispered. From what she remembered of the first half of her kithood, Valleybrook had been a loving uncle, encouraging Oilstripe to learn all about WheatClan’s crops. He was always the perfect image of grace at Gatherings, but his soft eyes rekindled Oilstripe’s old memories of him.

“Hello, Valley,” Rustshade sighed, gracefully sitting in front of his estranged kin.

“I wish we were talking under better circumstances, Rust,” Valleybrook sighed. He spotted Oilstripe watching and called to her. “Oilstripe, join us, please.” With a worried glance at Shadowpaw, Oilstripe joined her father and uncle. Weedfoot and James stepped away in a feeble effort to give the group privacy.

“What’s so wrong that we couldn’t talk about it during the Gathering?” Rustshade asked matter-of-factly. “You’d only have to wait a few days.”

“I didn’t want you to be blinded by the news,” Valleybrook sighed. He tucked his tail over his paws and took a deep breath. “Sunstrike came down with some sort of infection. I don’t fully understand what happened. She passed away yesterday.” 

Well that didn’t make sense. Oilstripe would have seen her. She spoke to Sunstrike at Gatherings, they were polite to each other, she knew she cared that Oilstripe was happy. She wouldn’t head to StarClan without visiting her kits. Should she even be thinking of her mother’s death in such simple terms? Should she feel more than she did? Rustshade seemed similarly stunned, at least. His unreadable expression gave no clues as to how he felt.

“I see,” Rustshade said. “Thank you for telling us before the Gathering.”

“It’s the least I can do,” Valleybrook said. “If you two want to share soup together at the Gathering, I think that would be nice.” Rustshade nodded softly. Valleybook gingerly reached a paw out and placed it on Rustshade’s head. Rustshade stayed still. “I’m sorry, Rustshade. I know things haven’t been wonderful between you and your old mate, but I understand what it’s like to lose someone you shared so much of your life with.” Valleybrook couldn’t have been more obvious about what he meant, but Oilstripe couldn’t tell if her father noticed. 

“Do you want me to escort you back to the border?” Rustshade asked.

“That would be nice,” Valleybrook sighed, moving his paw and standing. “I hope it’s alright if I visit your dirtplace first.”

“There’s a path looping around the shipwreck for you to follow,” Rustshade explained, nodding toward the dirtplace path. Valleybrook nodded and his gaze lingered on his brother as he crossed through camp.

“Oilstripe,” Rustshade muttered into Oilstripe’s ear. “Clammask and Burdockcreek will be back from Downstar’s hunting patrol before I get back. Will you tell them about Sunstrike?” Oilstripe nodded absentmindedly, then realized exactly what that would entail.

“You want me to…” Oilstripe gulped, locking eyes with Rustshade. Rustshade sighed and nodded.

“If they haven’t figured it out themselves,” Rustshade explained, “they deserve to know now. They should get a chance to mourn their mother.”

“I’ll tell them,” Oilstripe promised. She couldn’t predict how they would react, but her father was right. It was important for them to know where they came from.

Valleybrook returned soon after and walked with Rustshade out of camp. Oilstripe dismissed Weedfoot’s questions of concern and went off to a quiet corner of camp to think. Well, not really think; look. She scanned the camp and the trees beyond and the humming waves that brought the shipwreck to its home. 

Sunstrike was nowhere to be seen.

(Oilstripe: 24, female, historian, charismatic, ghost sight)

(Weedfoot: 68, female, deputy, charismatic, very clever, formidable fighter)

(James: 96, male, caretaker, charismatic, den builder, formidable fighter)

(Rustshade: 64, male, codekeeper, sneaky, learner of lore)

(Shadowpaw: 12, male, codekeeper apprentice, adventurous, confident with words)

Carnationspeckle finds an abandoned kit while on patrol with Weedfoot.

[Image ID: Weedfoot and Carnationspeckle face a silver kit with a white left ear and copper eyes. Under the kit, it says NEW PLAYER: RATTLEKIT, 3 MOONS, FEMALE, INSECURE, PLAYS WITH PREY. Weedfoot asks, “What happened to your fur, little one?”]

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“I wish I could say I’m surprised that Graythroat attacked the fox, but I’m not,” Carnationspeckle sighed. “She’s always been more ready to fight than she should be.”

She and Weedfoot were at the gardens, carefully planting some heal all seeds Rabbitjoy traded with SlugClan. The ground kept freezing as night fell, but Fennelspot insisted the frost wouldn’t hurt the seeds. The frost still clung to the grass when Carnationspeckle and Weedfoot arrived. Carnationspeckle found the simple practice of spreading seeds to be a mindful activity, allowing her to connect with the world around her. Weedfoot kept shaking mud out of her paws, but at least she was willing to help.

“If she wanted to focus on fighting,” Weedfoot huffed, “she should have trained as a warrior. Her brothers learned to curb their battledrive, I don’t know why she hasn’t.”

“StarClan only knows,” Carnationspeckle said. She studied the edges of the garden and asked, “Do you suppose there is a way to protect the herbs from rabbits and those sorts of creatures?”

“We would need some sort of wall,” Weedfoot muttered, tilting her small basket of heal all seeds onto the ground. “I don’t know how we would keep other animals out but let ourselves in.” Carnationspeckle hummed softly and shoved dirt over the heal all seeds.

“Mom?” a high-pitched voice called. Weedfoot and Carnationspeckle’s ears shot up. The wild growth beyond the garden was quiet, but distant plants swayed as an unseen figure pushed past them.

“Hello?” Carnationspeckle called into the trees. A soft gasp reached her ears and the plants shifted while the figure hurried toward the garden. Weedfoot tensed up and took a cautious step toward the approaching form. 

A silver face peeked out from the half-alive plants beyond the garden. Dark orange eyes shone in the light of the early morning. Carnationspeckle held back a gasp as she realized the silver coloration was not fur like it should have been, but skin. The kit lacked a single hair anywhere on her face. Wrinkles settled over her body like fluff. Her left ear was shiny and white like a fin sticking out of the water. Her face soured at the sight of Carnationspeckle and Weedfoot.

“You’re not my mom,” she huffed. She stepped back into the trees.

“Wait!” Carnationspeckle yelped. “Come back!” The kit emerged once more, studying Carnationspeckle just as the brown molly studied her.

“What happened to your fur, little one?” Weedfoot asked softly, getting down to the kit’s level.

“I never had any,” the kit said, hesitating. “Who are you? Have you seen my mom?”

“I’m Weedfoot,” the deputy explained. “This is my friend, Carnationspeckle. What does your mother look like, little one?”

“Like me,” the kit explained. “Have you seen her?”

“I’m sorry, we haven’t,” Carnationspeckle sighed. “What’s your name?”

“Rattlesnake,” the kit muttered. As she stepped further into the garden, Rattlesnake shivered violently. Carnationspeckle hurried up to her. Rattlesnake yelped, but Carnationspeckle brought her close and pressed her into her long pelt.

“You’re freezing,” Carnationspeckle gasped. “Stay here, please. I can keep you warm.” Rattlesnake shivered so hard, she almost knocked Carnationspeckle over. The skin of her needle-like tail was red and blistered. 

“She’s no Clan kit,” Weedfoot sighed. She sat next to Carnationspeckle. “Rattlesnake, when did you last see your mother?”

“She woke me up and brought me to the forest,” Rattlesnake explained. She buried her bony face into Carnationspeckle’s fur. 

“So you’ve been out here all night?” Weedfoot mumbled.

“Weedfoot, she has frostbite,” Carnationspeckle said, draping a paw over Rattlesnake. “I can’t warm her up here.”

“Rattlesnake, can we bring you to our home?” Weedfoot asked. “We have some warm leather and a fire you can sit by.”

“Mom said not to go with anyone unless they were a Clan cat,” Rattlesnake gulped, eyeing Weedfoot.

“Then you’re in luck,” Carnationspeckle purred. “We’re from RippleClan.” Rattlesnake purred and rubbed her cold nose against Carnationspeckle.

“I’m going to run ahead and make sure the Clan’s ready for her,” Weedfoot explained. “Will you escort her to camp?”

“I won’t leave her side,” Carnationspeckle promised. The pair touched noses and Weedfoot took off, grabbing the seed basket and leaving deep pawprints behind her. Carnationspeckle reached for Rattlesnake’s scruff, but paused. Without fur, would Carnationspeckle’s teeth pierce her gentle skin? She decided against it.

“Rattlesnake,” Carnationspeckle whispered, “have you ever had a horse ride?”

“What’s that?” Rattlesnake asked, peeking out from Carnationspeckle’s fur. Carnationspeckle crouched down so her belly touched the ground.

“Climb onto my back and hold on tight,” Carnationspeckle chuckled. Rattlesnake hesitated for a while, one paw gently reaching toward Carnationspeckle. Eventually she scaled Carnationspeckle’s back. Carnationspeckle gently stood and adjusted her stance for Rattlesnake’s weight. 

“Here we go,” Carnationspeckle chirped. She waddled out of the garden as quick as she could as Rattlekit’s tiny claws poked into her skin.

It was a long walk back to camp, but at least the frost melted underneath Carnationspeckle and Rattlesnake didn’t shiver so intensely. When the shipwreck came into view, Fennelspot was waiting for her outside camp.

“Let me see the frostbite,” Fennelspot gulped as Carnationspeckle ran toward him. Fennelspot walked alongside Carnationspeckle and studied Rattlesnake. Downstar and James tended a fire in the center of camp while Rabbitjoy set out a few soft leather pelts beside it. Weedfoot waited anxiously by the fire.

“Set her down here,” she said when Carnationspeckle got close. Carnationspeckle laid on her belly so Rattlesnake could drop off. She purred as she curled up on the soft vole pelts. Fennelspot examined her tail and ran a paw over the blisters. The rest of RippleClan watched from the sidelines.

“It’s in its early stages,” Fennelspot explained. “I can treat this easily. Put a pelt over her. She needs warmth.”

“I didn’t know cats could be born without fur,” Downstar muttered as Fennelspot jogged to the medicine den. Rabbitjoy set a rabbit pelt over Rattlesnake, furry side up.

“I know a furless cat!” Parsley stepped out of the crowd. “When I lived in the barn, I heard stories of a furless molly the humans kept as a breeder.”

“What do you mean?” Carnationspeckle gasped.

“Humans sometimes keep a molly around so she can keep kitting litters,” Weedfoot explained with a sneer. “They don’t care how exhausting it is.”

“What an awful fate,” Carnationspeckle growled. “Why did her mother leave her out here? If she could leave, why wouldn’t she join her daughter?” Rattlesnake had fallen asleep by this point. Her whiskers twitched peacefully in her dreams. Fennelspot returned with a salve in a small jar and spread it over Rattlesnake’s tail.

“Maybe she couldn’t leave for long,” James suggested. “If humans like the cat living with them enough, they’ll look for them if they leave. You said her mother wanted her to go with Clan cats, didn’t you? Perhaps she thought her daughter would have a better life without her.” Carnationspeckle curled around Rattlesnake and groomed her wrinkly head.

“She will,” Carnationspeckle promised. She met Downstar’s eyes and said, “I’ll raise her. I can’t let her sleep in the nursery alone.”

“I’m not surprised,” Downstar purred.

“It’ll be hard to explain this to her,” Weedfoot sighed, sitting by Rattlesnake and Carnationspeckle. “She can’t be much older than three moons.”

“Do you think she’ll want a Clan name?” James hummed. 

“If she does,” Carnationspeckle purred, “we could call her Rattlekit. That’s what you did with my name.” Downstar and Weedfoot nodded as Carnationspeckle rested her head by her new daughter. Yes, that was what she would be. The decision was as clear to Carnationspeckle as a cloudless sky. The small furless molly would not go through life without a mother.

(Carnationspeckle: 22, female, caretaker, compassionate, talented swimmer)

(Weedfoot: 68, female, deputy, charismatic, very clever, formidable fighter)

(Rattlekit: 3, female, kit, insecure, plays with prey)

(Fennelspot: 77, male, cleric,  insecure, valuable insight, incredible runner)

(Downstar: 79, female, leader, adventurous, trusted advisor, very clever)

(James: 96, male, caretaker, charismatic, den builder, formidable fighter)

[legofemme]

I have a lot of Thoughts wrt terastalization in the pokemon world and people. Mostly headcanons for fun and not anything serious . Gonna put em under a readmore bc its Long and bc theres spoilers for the end of sv in here 👍

Firstly: Tera crystal radiation and Terastalization itself

I headcanon that terastalization is some sort of magic radiation thing . A pokemons tera type is innate but can be changed (albeit rarely, and it takes a lot) and the terastalization process forces that to the front, making the pokemon appear more like its tera type. So like. In the pokemon world, i dont think terastalization looks like that . No big stupid hat. I think the pokemon just takes on some of the physical attributes of another pokemon that has the tera type as their main typing. So, my lapras has her tera type as steel. If i were to terastalize her, shed take on steel type attributes, maybe bisharp for example. Her fins would turn metallic like blades and her horn would get sharper. The shimmering sparkling of a terastalized pokemon is just residual tera energy hanging in the air like radiation particles in photos. However, these minor transformations and type changes take a lot of energy from both the pokemon and the tera orb. Hence only being able to terastalize once per battle and once per charge. Though i will say that i think that pokemon who consistently terastalize- like gym leader aces- will start to have those tera transformations stay in their normal forms

Secondly: Humans are pokemon.

This is hotly debated in the fandom and also within canon?? But. Imo humans are pokemon. The same way were animals. So it means. Every human has an innate tera type. As well. The only reason people dont notice and dont know is because 1: terastalizing like we see it can typically only be done with pokemon in pokeballs 2: even pokemon that terastalize outside of this dont do it for long (the random tera encounters) because again, it takes a lot of energy, and we can assume that wild pokemon have a trigger for terastalization the same way caught pokemon do. And, like other pokemon, humans will experience physical changes upon terastalizing

Thirdly: Area Zero

Using the radiation comparison is great for Area Zero where the air is described as being "weird". And you can see why when you get to the caves at the bottom of the area and see the massive tera crystals growing there. I think that area zero is the one place (with a couple of exceptions that are vaguely dlc spoilers, which i wont get into here) where humans can get close to- and actually- terastalize. With changes becoming more intense the deeper into the area you go . THAT SAID i have . Examples ♥️

1: at the top of area zero, where most of the crystals are still far away, you only feel mild tingling the same way someone would around a normal terastalized pokemon

2: going down towards the bottom is where things get Weird. Your skin would start to feel 'sparkly' And your eye color would change to match your tera type. Not smthn super noticeable but its There

3: in the cave itself your eyes Really change color and base body functions and instincts will shift to align with your tera typing. So, youre a grass tera youll want to be in the sun. If youre an ice tera you get cold to the touch, etc etc

4: at the bottom of the cave is where things get really fucky, and depending on how long youre down there you can start to see physical changes like fur/grass/metal growth, face shifting, etc etc. if youre in a building- like the lab stations or the massive lab itself- theres protection against the changes. But youll definitely start to see them if youre out with the giant crystals completely in the open

And a helpful little image guide ♥️

[beesmygod]

BLOODBORNE LORE Q+A PART 6: the founding of pthumeru, the discovery by byrgenwerth, and the fishing hamlet

part 1

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BLOCK #LONG POST/ TO NOT SEE THESE HUGE POSTS

shawn asked me a question about the mensis ritual and mergo and the process of trying to answer it in short became a catastrophic failure.

this is going to be a nightmare (hehehuhehehe) to try to explain in broad strokes to people who don't know bloodborne or even to people who do, but i'm going to do my best. anyone who tells you they know what happened or they have "solved" the mensis ritual is a liar. the timeline is muddy and deliberately vague, up to and including how long ago everything happened. i have educated guesswork but that's it.

i will post pure speculation in italics and important nouns in bold. i am peppering this with as many wiki links as possible to back up my claims. not gonna lie this looks like a fucking MAD magazine editor went to town on it or like the timecube website submitted a guest article.

but much like how you need to first make the universe in order to make an apple pie, we must first talk about the history of yharnam before we can talk about its newest resident, mergo.

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untold eons ago, a race known as the pthumerians served the great ones as they slumbered. after becoming exposed to the deliberately vague notion of "the eldritch truth" (it is unclear if this is a specific phenomenon, like the secret to their longevity, or simply the knowledge of the great one's existence), they developed a unique and startling appearance: pallid skin, black eyes, and slacking jaws. i mean, they also lived underground so they look like underground creatures do. either way, they are distinctly inhuman humanoids.

this civilization became lost, but did not die; they continued to serve the "gods" underground, excavating tombs and chambers without rest. over time, they elected a leader, yharnam, pthumerian queen, who was given a ring imbued with special meaning by the great ones indicating her commitment to bearing a special child, a child of blood (the ramifications of this are not known). she still wears the ring today.

arguably, a civil war breaks out in pthumeru, (as evidenced by the armors left by what must have been early cainhurst knights, but i have not looked into this enough to be satisfied) that results in a schism that pushes some pthumerians to the surface, where they become the modern day royalty of cainhurst. the cainhurst royalty and the pthumerian royalty both aspire to have a child of blood and have knights that work explicitly to further this goal, putting them at odds with each other. today's cainhurst royalty maintains some of the "pthumerian look" but not to such an exaggerated degree, with the resemblance fading with each removed generation.

pictured above are the canonical cainhurst royalty and their descendants in order of relation from left to right: annalise, queen of the vilebloods (top left), lady maria (top middle), arianna, woman of pleasure (right; she is also the most distant descendant). the bottom image is concept art of lady maria during her boss fight with a more exaggerated look that did not make it into the game.

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anyway: a bazillion years later or whatever. the cainhurst royals rule over a land that includes the victorian england-ish city of yharnam, named for the forgotten queen of pthumeru. the main appeal of yharnam is its proximity to a university of bold, weird research.

the school of byrgenwerth and its scholars were once an archeological and historical research center. however, during the course of their studies they discovered a vast labyrinth beneath the school where (if the first location they discovered was the same as ours this would be the pthumerian labyrinth) they encountered ancient humanoids, women with the ability to re-animate corpses, an perpetually burning dog who somehow still lives and, most intriguing of all, a creature that defied all understanding. further investigation revealed an unspecified "holy medium", ritual blood, which does not coagulate. this is the ritual blood found in old yharnam on the altar.

further investigation of the labyrinth was halted by the first encounter with a beast. here is a longer post about that encounter and my evidence that leads me to believe it occurred.

this is where things get really fuzzy as to which event happened first. im going to post this part without italics because all the events do happen. its just not clear in what order.

in order to combat these newfound beasts gehrman, a student of byrgenwerth (as he has dialogue where he refers to willem as "master"), took up self-styled arms (the first trick weapons) and became the first hunter. he was followed by a collection of self-styled mercenaries that would come to be known as "the old hunters". there is evidence of the old hunters having once been in the labyrinth as you can summon one to help you fight and the bell descriptions reveal that they were used by the first hunter after discovering them in the labyrinth.

the miraculous healing abilities of the old blood (the origins of which are not specified but i can show you my guesswork later lol) in the labyrinth became known to the students at byrgenwerth. the blood is used to combat the beasts by use of invigorating injections. blood is plentiful and works quickly to heal.

byrgenwerth also begins study and collection of the "phantasms" present (or were once present) in the labyrinth. the discovery of the augur of ebrietas, a slug that summons flailing tentacles of unknown origin, and the arcane properties of pearl slugs drives the school's continued plunges into the depths in spite of the danger posed. part of this research involved discovering the parasitic qualities of these creatures, which could inhabit eyes.

while continuing to investigate the ruins, byrgenwerth became aware of a fishing village where a washed up carcass of a monster was teeming with otherworldly parasites and a stillborn fetus. the parasites had caused the villagers to transform into fish-like monster people not dissimilar to the monster on the coast. the villagers seem alright with this change and actively cultivate millions of the parasites for daily use, such as especially potent lamp oil [1].

upon arrival to the village, the school and its hunters helped themselves to a little bit of genocide just for fun. villager's heads were treppaned open in the search for "eyes on the inside" (a visual metaphor for insight as well as a literal phenomenon) and the monstrous corpse was desecrated by the byrgenwerth researchers who took her child (as the villagers of the fishing hamlet chant) and one of the orphan's three umbilical cords, the one lined with eyes.

i know we find this in a weird place later. we'll get there.

but this wasn't just some pile of fish goo they were fucking with, it was the corpse of the great one, kos (or as some say, kosm). kos's wrath and retribution would come in due time. this event triggered the creation of the hunter's nightmare, a sort of eternal, bloody hell for hunters who participated in the massacre and those who become "blood drunk" where the must relive the event for all eternity. notable hunters trapped in the nightmare from the time of the old hunters include ludwig (not yet notable), laurence (looking awful but he had a busy couple of years before he wound up there), some named NPC hunters such as yamamura and gratia, and lady maria.

lady maria, gehrman's apprentice, could not tolerate her role in the fishing hamlet massacre and threw her beloved weapon into the fishing village well. she, with others, joined laurence when he split from byrgenwerth to found the healing church. its not explicit that the fishing village massacre was the reason for the split, as there were ideological differences (and family matters) brewing that also came to a head, but a one sided genocide seems like a matter that would cause a splinter between one faction that is ruthless in its methods and another that appears to be in the business of healing.

but thats a whole other post.

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uhhh this took a very long time but once im done with this i will never have to type it ever again. the next one covers the healing church in its entirety and should end with the arrival of our hunter in yharnam as the city fully slides into chaos. thank you for reading. or not. its none of my business.

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https://www.reddit.com/r/bloodborne/comments/3uq6wq/interesting_lamp_in_the_hamlet_spoilers_maybe/ which leads to this image: https://i.imgur.com/zVJbcJ2.jpg

[gainingfiction]

Lifetime Supply: Chapter 5

(read chapter 4 by gainerstories here)

“Uh, likewise,” Ryan said, shaking Luke’s hand. “I was just, um… wow, is it hot in here?” he said, suddenly wishing he’d left his hoodie in the car. He was starting to sweat. Of course, that hoodie was the only thing disguising his bulging love handles… without it, Ryan’s increasingly rotund body would be on full display.

“I’m fine,” Jason said, eyes darting around the room. He seemed to look everywhere but at Ryan.

“It is a little warm,” Luke said. He smiled. “How do you two know each other?”

Ryan had spent enough time on the phone with this guy to know that voice well. This was definitely the same Luke. Adesco Luke, who knew more about Ryan’s food preferences than Ryan himself. “Oh, Jason and I—”

“We went to high school together,” Jason cut him off. “We both did track.”

Ryan tried not to scowl. “And then we dated for a few years,” he pointed out. “And we actually met in AV club, while I’m setting the record straight.”

Jason flushed, and Luke gave his boyfriend a sidelong glance. “Oh, you’re that Ryan! It’s great to finally put a face to the stories.”

So you haven’t forgotten about me, Ryan thought. “Good stories, I hope,” he said, taking a much larger sip of his rum and coke than he’d intended. He kept waiting for some comment from Luke, some indication that the hunky brunet knew who he was.

“Of course,” Jason said. He sounded defensive, and Ryan cringed. God, this was torture.  “I’ve told Luke about our hiking trips, the runs we used to go on… Oh, look, there’s Ivan. We should go say hi.”Jason gestured across the room.

“Oh! Sure,” Luke said, no doubt sensing the tension. “Well, it was lovely to meet you, Ryan. I’m sure I’ll see you around.”

Ryan cleared his throat. “Yeah, totally,” he said. Jason was already walking away.

Ryan checked out both men as they walked off. Luke’s great legs led up to an even more delicious ass… Jason certainly liked a good bottom. As he checked out their broad shoulders and defined lats, Ryan thought about Jason’s last comment. Was he hinting that Ryan could stand to start running and hiking again?

Racked with frustration and confusion, Ryan decided it was time to go home. The only guys at the mixer who were his type were already taken. He drained his drink and met Ahmed on the dance floor. “I think I’m gonna head out,” he yelled over the music.

Ahmed was pressed up against a petite twink in a crop top and harness, and Ryan knew his roommate wasn’t going anywhere in a hurry. “Okay, see you later!” he yelled back.

Ryan could feel Jason’s eyes on his increasingly beefy backside as he slipped out of the venue. He felt relieved to be out in the cool night air, and he realized how much he’d been sweating as he started his walk home.

Regretting not getting a couple of falafel wraps for the road, Ryan’s eyes lingered on the Dairy Queen as he passed. I shouldn’t, he thought. And then he did. 

His stomach was packed with ice cream and milkshake by the time he got home, and his anxiety was soothed by that pleasant, overfull feeling. He stripped off his clothes, awash with relief as he let his stomach hang out over the waistband of his undies. He wasn’t hungry—in fact, he was more than a little stuffed, and very bloated—but he ripped into a box of snack cakes as he sprawled out on his bed and fired up his laptop.

Needing to release a little pent-up frustration, Ryan loaded up some porn and rubbed one out. But when that moment of blissful release finally came, he was surprised to find his eyes flutter shut, an image of Luke’s perfect legs flashing across his mind.

Okay, what the fuck, he thought, as he shut his computer and started cleaning up. I really need to get laid.

He woke up the next morning surrounded by snack wrappers, his stomach grumbling like he’d just run a 5K. He plodded to the kitchen, giving his belly a little scratch. His heart nearly stopped when he saw a random guy sitting at his kitchen table, but he relaxed upon recognizing Ahmed’s hookup from the night before. This guy was also in his underwear, and Ryan felt a sting of embarrassment at the contrast between their bodies: he didn’t have an ounce of body fat, while Ryan’s gut poured over his waistband, wrapping into a pair of love handles that forced the elastic waistband of his boxer-briefs to fold over. He tugged on his underwear, conscious of the way his ass fat was pulling fabric away from the front, and the way the leg holes were cutting into his chubby thighs.

“Good morning!” the pretty boy chirped, totally unbothered by Ryan’s half-naked state. “I’m Cory, you must be Ahmed’s roommate!”

This guy was practically vibrating with energy, and Ryan tried not to sigh when he realized that he’d probably be seeing a lot more of him. Cory was just Ahmed’s type. “Ryan,” he grumbled, as he made his way to the fridge and retrieved a pack of bacon.

Ryan’s prediction was correct: Cory became a regular presence around the apartment, and a very loud one, considering the headboard-shattering zoo noises that emanated from Ahmed’s bedroom whenever he appeared.

Ryan had hoped that Cory would at least put a dent in some of the Adesco boxes, but he never seemed to do more than nibble on whatever snack Ahmed picked out. Which meant that most of the processed snacks were still making their way into Ryan’s gut, and adding to the padding around his gut, hips, and thighs.

About a week after the mixer, Ryan got a phone call from Adesco. He was in the middle of an assignment, but decided to take a break and answer it. “Hello?” he said, through a mouthful of snack cake.

“Hi there, this is Luke, your Adesco customer service representative. I was wondering if you had time to give some feedback on your latest delivery?”

Ryan sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. He was reminded of his father’s advice: there’s no such thing as a free lunch. Sure, he was up to his neck in “free” snack food, but he felt more like a guinea pig than a prize-winner. Or maybe just a regular pig, considering how well-fed Adesco was keeping him. “Yeah, sure.”

Luke went through a list of questions: rate this on a scale of one to ten, any feedback on this new item, and on and on. “And how are you finding your experience overall?” Luke asked, finally.

“My… experience?”

“Have you been enjoying your Adesco prize packages?”

Ryan looked down at his stomach, which now pooled out noticeably into his lap. He laid a hand on his chest, which had softened and grown alongside his belly. “Ah, yeah. A little too much, to be honest.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, I’ve put on a good 30 pounds, at least. Maybe 40, if I’m honest.”

“Huh,” Luke said. He sounded… interested? Ryan could hear his breathing quicken through the phone, and he decided to keep going.

“Yeah, I’m kind of blowing up over here,” Ryan said. “I mean, I’ve tried to pace myself with all the snacks, but they just keep coming, you know?”

“Right,” Luke said. “So, you’ve been eating most of them yourself, then?”

Ryan smiled, trailing his hand along his stomach. “Yeah, definitely. My roommate helps a little, but I’ve kind of been making a pig of myself these past few months. I’ve had to size up my wardrobe a few times, and, to tell you the truth, I can’t see myself slowing down as long as these boxes keep coming.”

“Oh. Uh. Okay,” Luke said. “Tell me more about that.”

Ryan bit his lip. That sounded more like a comment from a therapist than a customer service rep. You wanna hear all the gory details, Luke?

“Well, I mean, I’ve always liked to eat,” he said. He started to lay it on thick. “But I’ve been getting a little out of control lately. Like, I’m always snacking on something or other. I can’t help myself, really. If I see some of those chocolate half-moons or a bag of kettle chips, it’s like… one second it’s here, then it’s gone, you know? And it’s been going straight to my ass.”

A sharp intake of breath on the other end of the phone. “Huh.”

Ryan continued, still smiling to himself. He started kneading the ring of fat around his waist. “I was never what you’d call fat, before. My ex and I used to run a lot. But my weight has started to become a… bit of a problem, recently. If I didn’t know any better, I’d swear you guys are trying to fatten me up.”

“Oh, I’m not—I don’t—Adesco takes health and welfare very seriously,” Luke said. Ryan stifled a chuckle. He could tell Luke was getting flustered.

“Of course,” Ryan said. “But, you know, it’s starting to get a little obvious. This much weight is kind of hard to hide. I was out at a mixer last week, and I ran into my ex. I think it kind of freaked him out, seeing how chubby I’ve gotten. Like, ‘what happened to Ryan?’ It wouldn’t have been so awkward if he hadn’t been with his new boyfriend, who’s a total hunk.”

There was silence on the other end for a moment. “I’m sure your ex wasn’t freaked out.”

Ryan hesitated. He’d been expecting Luke to finally come out and admit that he’d been at the mixer, and that they’d met. He pressed on: “Eh, he can be a little judgmental. He’s kind of a hardbody. And like I said, so is this new guy. I’m sure he was shocked that Jason ever dated a guy like me.”

More silence. “Who knows,” Luke said, finally. “Maybe he’s… more open-minded than you realize.”

Ryan didn’t know what to say to that. Another moment passed, and Luke spoke again: “Well, thank you again for your feedback. We truly appreciate you taking the time to give us your honest opinion, and we’re thrilled to hear that you’ve been enjoying our products.”

I’m sure you are, Ryan thought with a smile.

“We’ll be sending another box, as a thank-you for taking the time to complete this survey. And as always, please don’t hesitate to reach out with any comments or concerns.”

They said their goodbyes, and the call ended. Sitting on the couch with his phone in his hand, mostly naked, Ryan was surprised to notice that he was sporting a bit of a boner.

True to their word, another box arrived on Ryan’s doorstep by courier a few days later. And true to Ryan’s word, he had a hard time controlling himself: he snacked night and day, tearing into package upon package of sweet, salty, greasy snack food.

Eating big had become part of Ryan’s lifestyle. He used to eat to live, but now, he lived to eat, spending his extra money on weed and then satisfying his munchies with bag after heaping bag of takeout. All the free snacks had freed him up to spend money on other things—usually more food. And with his sedentary lifestyle, the pounds were really piling on.

His gut was getting noticeably larger with each passing month, while his round, juicy ass and chunky thighs were putting increasing pressure on even his loosest pants. He started getting used to ill-fitting clothes, hiding his unbuttoned pants under a belt that he’d poked holes in to accommodate his added bulk.

Ahmed and Cory were totally nonjudgmental, but neither was much help when it came to the regular deliveries of fattening treats. As the winter wore on, Ahmed kept up his bulk, but he started talking about shifting to a cut before spring. And his regular trips to the gym made his growing muscles more noticeable than his still-expanding belly. Cory, meanwhile, hadn’t gained a pound, although he turned out to have a real talent in the kitchen: it seemed like whenever they smoked a bowl, Ahmed and Ryan lazed on the couch while Cory retreated to the kitchen to make spaghetti, or brownies, or some other rich fare.

Ryan knew his weight was steadily climbing. It was hard to ignore, given the way he found himself bumping into things with his fattened butt, or fighting with every item of clothing in his wardrobe. But he didn’t realize just how much fat he was packing on until well into the winter semester, when he noticed Ahmed’s scale on the bathroom floor. With a nervous sigh, he figured it was time to assess the damage. Just how fat am I?

[p0rchc0ll4ps3]

swap au shit! i was holding off on this so i could line it and color it but i take too long with that and would never finish so here's just what i have. going just on my fandom blog until (IF) i line it coz its just doodles and a textwall of thoughts rn

fucked up harry on the far left is unrelated, and some of these look Bad but its fine tbh

anyways the idea is Kim loses his memories bc of drinking bc it's been six years and he still hasn't gotten over the death of his partner Eyes (who i've named Viorel). kim's still kim, trying to be professional and trying to do his job, but bc of the drink and drug issues he's a wreck and has a hard time keeping himself emotionally together. i don't think he'd swear as much, and being given a second chance (losing his memories and being allowed to start again) would allow him to loosen up and love life again and move on from the grief and sober up. before the memory loss, he's gotten so deep into his grief that he hates revachol and hates himself and hates the world. after the memory loss, he can start to love the world again, and it starts with harry showing up and being harry

the reason he looks different here is bc after eyes's death kim has no idea how to process it and does the only thing he can think of: become eyes. that if he becomes as cool as him, eyes doesn't have to be dead. also his bomber jacket's black (for mourning, i hc he gets the black one first before the orange one), and he hasn't been promoted to lieutenant yet bc he was too fucked up. he also hasn't figured out he's gay (neither has harry figured out he's bi)

eyes for reference (right image unrelated, put it there so the left image isn't that hugelarge. that's my cat rose)

bc while harry is sober and medicated now, harry's still harry. silly. strange methodology for solving cases. can-opener. an uncanny ability to pick up on thoughts

bc Harry on the other hand, after going through that horrendous breakup with Dora, gets serious medical help for his issues and is now on meds and sober and in therapy. in this au, revachol would have mental health doctors haha. harry's been jean's partner for 4 years now and they're really tight i think. jean also had breakup issues, and harry helped him through that and now they have a promise to each other they'll stay sober. it's still almost toxic levels of codependent, but i dont think theyre romantically involved here bc the drugs didn't get that bad for the both of them to push them in that direction (i don't think jean would EVER do anything gay without drugs or alcohol, he's just that kinda' guy. phobic). harry still has all his skills bc he's had them since he was born

so basically theyre the same guys but if kim never got over eyes's death while harry got over dora leaving him. i wanna write a fiction about this but it seems like such a difficult task fr

text transcript under cut

First Image: Kim: "I'll get to the case, Officer. Just let me do my job." Harry: Sargent, the body's still in the tree.

Second Image:

Top Left Kim: You look vaguely familiar. Your face is blurry. Do you need glasses? Where are they? What's your name anyways? Viorel. No that's not it. Is it? You look like a Viorel.

Bottom Left Harry: They sent you here to check up on the guy from the 57th. You know where he is. You haven't caught him yet. God you wish Jean were here to help.

Top Right Kim: Harry POV (of Kim short and smaller than him) Kim: I don't know who the fuck you are.

Kim POV (of Harry): Large Blurry Ape

Bottom Right Kim Harry: Harry: Sargent, do you need glasses? Kim: Fuck no, Lieutenant.

Third Image:

Harry: "God, Jean, he's getting me depressed. Jean: "Oh come on, Harry don't get all fucking sad again. I went sober for your fucking ass. Harry: It could've been me in his place, man... Jean (not pictured/over radio): SIGH. You're gonna' make me start drinking again, Du Bois.

[lizzieonka]

GIF Coloring Guide: An Introduction to Adjustment Layers in Photoshop

This is going to be a super basic guide meant to show you the power of Adjustment Layers in Photoshop. It’s not going to be a step-by-step tutorial, though, in which I dictate what exactly you should do because it will always be different for every gif.

I’ll be turning this Isagi gif:

into this:

What you need:

Adobe Photoshop (any version should be fine. I use CC v23)

Basic gif-making knowledge using Photoshop

Basic Photoshop knowledge in general

What this guide is good for: A simple gif where the brightness and colors of each frame are about the same.

I’m writing this guide for those who already know how to make a gif in Photoshop. You’ve imported your frames, deleted the ones you don’t need, and you know how to save it as a gif. I will only be teaching you how to color, so I’m not gonna walk you all through the Photoshop basics. You can google that yourself.

Now, first things first, I want you to keep in mind that the GIF file format can hold only up to 256 colors. Thus, when coloring gifs, I try to “reduce” the colors by making the blacks blacker, the whites whiter, removing color noise, and de-emphasizing colors that are not essential to the overall scene. Otherwise, the final image will just look noisy or muddy because of the gif trying to compensate for all those extra colors—which is not bad in itself, by the way, if that’s the look you’re aiming for. I just prefer my GIFs to look HD.

And from what I’ve noticed, noisy and muddy gifs will also have a larger file size. The uncolored gif above, for example, is at 6.69mb. Meanwhile, the colored gif is at 4.96mb. Both were exported using the same settings. Although we have a 10mb file size limit for gifs here on Tumblr, I still like to keep the file size down as much as I can.

Now, with that out of the way, let’s get to the actual guide—

In the Isagi gif I’m using as an example, I made him look like he’s glowing in the dark and also partly blended him into the background. Here’s a screenshot of all the adjustment layers I used to achieve this effect:

All these layers should be on the very top of your gif layers. I grouped them together for convenience in toggling all changes on and off, allowing me to quickly check the “before and after” of the gif.

Before I explain what those layers do, I just want you to know that the order of those layers matter. I purposely put one Selective Color at the bottom, and that second Selective Color is no mistake. More on this later.

Selective Color 1

Selective Color is my favorite, and it’s also the most important. It lets me fine-tune individual colors without affecting the other colors much. It’s also usually the first thing I add as it lets me pick which colors to emphasize and which to de-emphasize.

Now, let’s look at our unedited Isagi:

(Above is a still image and not a gif. From hereon, I’ll be using still images coz the gif looks about the same in each frame anyway)

The colors on Isagi look too gray and cold to me. I want to make the black of his suit darker, remove a bit of that green tinge on his skin, make the blue of his eyes bluer, and just give him an overall warmer look.

Here are my settings for Selective Color 1:

Unedited vs Selective Color 1:

Although I said I wanted to remove the green tinge on his skin, I did not touch the “Greens” at all in my Selective Color 1 layer. That’s because doing so would also reduce the greens in Isagi’s eyes, and I didn’t want that. Instead, I tried to counter the green on his skin by adding some Magenta and Yellow on the “Whites” to make it appear warmer and more reddish instead.

Of course, I didn’t come up with the final settings above in one go. As I added more adjustment layers on top, I would go back to Selective Color 1 and play around with the different sliders until I was satisfied. Gif coloring doesn’t have to be a one-way process. With adjustment layers, you aren’t affecting the pixels of the image itself, so you can always go back and tweak your settings.

Dragging the slider to the right for positive values would return darker colors, while dragging it to the left for negative values would return lighter colors.

I want my Isagi gif to be vivid and for Isagi to look like he’s glowing in the dark, so I dragged the sliders in “Blacks” up to the positives. Then in “Whites,” I dragged the black slider down to the negatives.

However, if you want a more muted look like this Isagi gif 2:

...You can slide the black slider under “Blacks” to the negative values instead.

Curves

Curves, along with Levels, is usually the first thing a gif-maker learns to use. It’s good for quickly getting some nice brightness and contrast on your image. I’ve seen some gif-makers refer to Curves as the better version of Levels, but I disagree. Curves and Levels, though both affect contrast in an image, go about it differently and achieve very different effects.

In my Isagi gif, I used both Curves and Levels. But in some of my other gifs, I used only one of them.

Curves is what I usually add in the beginning stages of coloring (i.e. the layer is placed lower) when doing complex coloring. Although I never make Curves the bottom-most adjustment layer, sometimes I add it first just to give the image a burst of brightness or to quickly darken an image that may be too bright. I would then put a Selective Color underneath to make necessary adjustments.

Our Isagi gif, on top of being still muddy, is now also too reddish. I had only added those reds to get some warm undertones in our gif, and now that we have that, it’s time to reduce those reds. We’re not gonna do this via adjusting Selective Color 1 because doing so would only bring back the greens we wanted out. Instead, we’re gonna subtly bring in some whites to the gif by making it brighter with Curves. And while doing so, we can also enhance the contrast on the image.

Here are my settings:

The more S-shaped that curve is, the more contrast and saturation you’ll get. I just want a subtle change, so the curve is nearly flat.

Unedited vs Selective Color 1 vs Selective Color 1 + Curves

See the difference? Now there are darker blacks and less green on Isagi’s skin. The colors are also starting to pop, and the gif looks less muddy.

If you want colors to look muted instead, like in Isagi gif 2, you can do a reverse S curve instead. Well, actually, feel free to play around with Curves. It doesn’t have to be S or reverse S. You can add as many points there as you like and form whatever curve you want.

Selective Color 2

Remember when I said that the order of adjustment layers is not random? I’m now going to explain why.

When we added Selective Color 1, the image that layer is editing would be our unedited Isagi with all those greens and grays.

However, when we added Curves on top of Selective Color 1, the image we were editing was no longer the original Isagi but the Isagi + Selective Color 1.

Layers build on top of each other. It’s like when you’re painting. If you add red paint and then put blue above it, you get violet. If you want to put another color on top, you’ll have to work with the violet and not the red that’s no longer there.

That said, our Selective Color 2 here is not going to be redundant. Selective Color 1 was coloring the unedited Isagi, but Selective Color 2 will be coloring the version that has Selective Color 1 + Curves.

Now, I intend to use Selective Color 2 to enhance Isagi’s green aura as well as the blue of his eyes. We weren’t able to increase the “Greens” in Selective Color 1 because doing so would also make Isagi’s skin green. But now that Isagi’s skin is more red than green, we can play with the “Greens” of his aura safely.

Here are my settings:

Unedited vs SC 1 + Curves + SC 2:

Levels

Now, time to make our gif bright and vivid. You can use another Curves layer here or a basic Brightness & Contrast layer, but since the colors of our Isagi gif are predominantly black and white, I’m gonna go with Levels since it works really well with black and white images.

Here are my settings:

See those 3 sliders under that graph? From left to right, those are sliders for Shadows, Midtones, and Highlights. If you slide them to the right, said shadows, midtones, and highlights would turn darker. Slide them to the left, and they become lighter.

I often get carried away the first time I add Levels, resulting in extra vivid/saturated images which I later have to adjust. So yeah, try not to overdo it. It’s like vanilla extract. A little goes a long way ;)

Unedited vs SC 1 + Curves + SC 2 + Levels:

Beautiful ✨

The image is no longer muddy, but we’re not done yet!

Color Balance

I haven’t used Color Balance much in my gifs because Selective Color often does bulk of the job for me. However, the Isagi we have right now hasn’t quite yet achieved that glow in the dark effect I wanted. I also want to give Isagi that techy Matrix vibe by really emphasizing his green aura, so for that, we’re gonna add Color Balance for the finishing touches.

I think the midtones of the image look okay, so I’ll just tweak with the shadows and highlights. Here are my settings:

....And with that, we are done!

Before and after:

Compared to pre-coloring, the gif is now more vivid and not at all muddy. We also made his green aura brighter without making him look like Shrek uwu.

I actually also went to all of the 104 frames of this gif and manually reduced the noise for each one so we can have a more HD-looking gif. That’s outside the scope of coloring, though, so I won’t be including it in this guide. I’ve also reached the 30-image limit for posts, so I couldn’t include it even if I wanted to 😩

Anyways, I hoped this guide helped! There are many more Adjustment Layers that were not covered in this guide, but they should be easy to learn once you get the hang of working with multiple adjustment layers. You’ll probably never even need to use every single Adjustment Layer out there, anyway. The ones I mentioned in this post are often more than enough.

Now tagging the mutuals who may be interested in this: @usagi-yoichi and @gachagon

[trashmouth-richie]

TWIN FLAMES 🔥 6

PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 4 PART 5

PART 7 PART 8 PART 9

summary: damage is assessed, an explanation is given, words unsaid are finally said.

warnings: MINORS: DNI (18+ only) -mentions of violence, mentions of drug & alcohol abuse, mentions of blood, trauma, ptsd, catatonic. Etc

<w.c> 4.8k (6/??)

Pairings: Eddie Munson x fem!Reader, mechanic!eddie

A/N: this chapter is kinda heavy, it took longer than I anticipated to write, the top image is from the 1986 film, “Stand By Me” if you’ve never seen it I highly recommend it it’s both hilarious and sad.

Ps. We finally made it to the 4th of July in this fic. 🫠 the slowest of burns and I’m sorrrrrryyyyyy 😅

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Hearing someone talking but not knowing where it’s coming from you imagine you’re floating as you feel yourself being lifted.

“Shit! Is she okay? Eddie! What the hell happened?! Let’s take them upstairs to clean up! Robin! You and Lucas take Steve to the bathroom down here and clean him up! Mike and I are taking Eddie and Y/N.” You aren’t sure who is speaking, only catching bits and pieces of it as you slide in and out of consciousness.

You feel yourself being carried up the steps in someone’s arms, the smell of blood thick in your nose as you open your eyes a sliver and see Eddie. Tears and blood are racing down his chin onto his Hellfire shirt. You look up to his face and touch it lightly with your fingers. Eddie looks down at you and sobs rake through his body as he sees your eyes are open.

“D-Dustin! She’s awake! Oh my God, I’m so sorry baby, I’m so so sorry!” He’s kissing your head as he carries you into your bedroom and heads towards the bathroom.

Eddie lays you gently on the big counter, Mike places a pillow under your head and Eddie sits next to your head as he sits on the closed toilet.

Dustin starts to look over Eddie’s cuts and nose, Eddie pushes him away, “not me! Her! Help her!” he yells as blood pools out of his mouth onto the floor.

Mike throws Eddie a towel and tells him to hold it to his mouth. Dustin looks over to you and goes beneath the sink finding a first aid kit and some tweezers. Cleaning the tweezers with some rubbing alcohol, Dustin sets everything up getting ready to take the glass out of your face.

“Alright Y/N, this is gonna suck, no fucking doubt about it, so just try to lay still and don’t move, Eddie.. come hold her hand or something so she doesn’t move.” Eddie gets up and slides next to Dustin holding your hand as tears still run down his face.

“It’ll be over soon sweetheart,” Eddie says, kissing your knuckles. “I promise.”

“Okay,” you say with a sleepy smile.

You close your eyes listening to Dustin and Eddie talk. “What hit her, Eddie? Actually, start from the beginning.. What the hell happened?! I thought she was dating Steve? How do you know her?!”

Eddie goes into a long winded speech about how you two met at Johnson’s barn party and really hit it off, how you told him you had a boyfriend and everything about the weird magnetic connection you both felt. And how he felt like he had known you his entire life and how familiar you were to him and the same for you. He explains how you had broken up with Steve the next day and how you two have been together since.

Dustin listens intently to Eddie as he picks more and more pieces of glass from your face. Eddie moves to the sink and grabs some hydrogen peroxide, dumping some into a small Dixie cup he puts it in his mouth, swishing harshly. After a long minute Eddie spits, a fountain of crimson spewing from his lips. Wincing, he bares his teeth in the mirror but thankfully none are chipped or broken, just a large cut running along the inside of his cheek, and his bottom lip is split.

“Well that explains why Steve has been acting fucking insane” Mike chirps in.

Opening your eyes slightly, you look at Mike and ask, “what do you mean?”

Mike shifts his weight from one bony leg to another, “I mean, since Saturday afternoon Steve has been acting, I don’t know, unhinged? He called all of us asking to go to Indianapolis because you two had broken up, but I already had plans with El for the weekend and Dustin was helping Susie’s family move in, and Lucas was with Max. So when none of us could hangout he went to see Billy and has been hanging around him all weekend. None of us had seen him until today when he called Dustin and sounded fucking plowed. We all went to check on him and he was snorting something and was piss drunk. He said he was driving to come and see you and we stole my mom's car, picked up Robin and flew here trying to follow him before he killed himself.”

“Special K,” Eddie says, palms pressed into his eyes. “That’s what Billy uses, it’s a downer so it wouldn’t have this kind of effect…I only know because he once kicked my ass because I refused to sell it to him, and because I don’t carry it. Rick did and some of the other dealers that Billy goes to have said that he mixes it with cocaine and snorts it all at once.”

“So if Steve was doing cocaine, special k and drinking vodka how messed up would he be?” Dustin asks.

Motioning to your face and his, Eddie all but shouts, “I mean look at us Dustin! That’s how fucked up he would be. Attacking his ex-girlfriend, smashing a fucking vodka bottle against her head. We tried to get him to calm down and leave but he was crazy!” Eddie slides onto the floor, grief over taking his body, “and I couldn’t s-stop him, I tackled him and he just wouldn’t stop. I don't know what would have happened to her if you guys hadn’t shown up. It’s my fault, I should have gotten him to leave. ” he finishes, his eyes blinking away tears.

“Eddie, no,” you say gently lifting yourself to sit on the counter, “this isn’t your fault, you didn’t force Steve to do drugs or become an alcoholic overnight. And you— you're not the one who broke up with him over the phone either.” You hang your head low accepting that this truly was your fault. Steve going off the deep end, Eddie’s bloody face, it was all your fault. You practically egged Steve on by saying Eddie was a better lover. A loud cry emerges from your chest as your body starts shaking. Eddie reaches his arms out to you, pulls you onto his lap on the floor, shushing you as he rocks you slowly side to side, one hand in your hair and the other on your back.

Dustin is walking back and forth in your bathroom looking like a broken toy glitching out. “TWIN FLAMES!”

“What?” Mike and Eddie say at the same time.

“Eddie and Y/N are twin flames! Also referred to as a Quantum Entanglement. It’s a Quantum Mechanic Theory that explains if two particles meet and vibrate and are separated no matter the distance it could be galaxies or universes, no matter the length of time they will come back to each other. And that connection is unbreakable. It defies any sort of logic and nobody can explain why it happens but it does! Have you guys tried to figure out if you've had similar things happen to you?”

Your head lifts off Eddie's shoulder and you look him in the eye. In unison you say, “drowning”. You go into detail about how you both almost drowned when you were kids. And how you have similar birthmarks on the inside of your elbows.

“See! See! Twin Flames!” Dustin yells, throwing his hands in the air. “It explains the magnetic connection and the thoughts of knowing each other on a solar level. When they meet it’s hard to be separated again. This actually explains so much, it makes sense why Y/N would dump Steve.”

“Yeah yeah you’re right Dustin!” Mike begins, “I saw Y/N and Steve at that party on Friday, they were happy! And Y/N would have never known Eddie before that because she lives here in Bridgeport and Steve doesn’t play D&D. And Eddie would never be at a pep rally or a basketball game. So she would have never bumped into him!”

You are still staring intently into Eddie’s eyes and he into yours. “It makes sense,” he whispers to you, “I told you I heard a voice in my head to go into the barn that night and then when I found you, it was like my soul was reuniting with itself, like I was meant to be there at that night, at that time to reconnect with you.”

Tears well in your eyes from both exhaustion and the explanation of your very intense feelings for a guy you had just met 48 hours ago. You kiss Eddie gently being careful of his split lip and his swollen nose.

“So what do we do from here?” You ask, “what do we do with Steve?”

Dustin and Mike both rub the backs of their necks, Dustin speaking first, “we’re going to go see how he’s doing, he’s obviously messed up but we all know Steve. He wouldn’t have done this sober or even if he was just drunk, it’s nobody’s fault. It’s just a shitty situation. But we all need to move on from it, I mean for Christ sake it’s Steve! He nicknamed himself ‘The Babysitter’!”

Eddie sits up a little straighter and adjusts you on his lap. Sitting on his leg both facing the boys, Eddie speaks, “I agree, he wouldn’t have done that sober or drunk. And I feel bad for him, special k is nothing to mess with. He probably doesn’t even know or remember what happened, depending on how much he took and what was mixed with it.” He shakes his head and rubs your back, “I will stop by Steve’s house tomorrow and talk to him and have him describe to me the shit he was on so I can help him get off of it, but for right now, I need to take care of my girl.”

Mike and Dustin fist bump Eddie and make their way out of the bathroom. You can’t believe the events that had taken place tonight.

With the younger boys gone from the bathroom, Eddie helps you stand and pulls himself off the floor, he starts a bath for you and helps you undress, lowering you into the tub and making sure you were comfortable, Eddie begins cleaning up the bathroom, spraying down the sink with a bottle of Clorox he found under the sink, he scrubs the blood down the drain, gently picking up any leftover pieces of glass on the floor and tossing them into the trash. If there was one thing Eddie knew it was that trauma could be triggered by anything. And this was definitely something traumatic that you nor him wouldn’t be able to forget anytime soon. He hurriedly went to your dresser and got you some clean pajamas.

Coming back into the bathroom, Eddie sees you sitting in the tub catatonically. You aren’t responding to him at all. He’s waving his hands in your face and shouting your name, but you aren’t hearing him, your mind frozen, stunned, shaken watching on replay as Steve pummels Eddie in front of you. The blood from Eddie’s face flying all over the living room. The sweet stank of roses being trampled and the petals squished into the carpet underneath multiple pairs of shoes.

How did this happen? Weren’t you just laying on the couch with Eddie watching Stand By Me? Didn’t you just come back from meeting Eddie’s uncle Wayne? And having sex in the shop with Eddie? You can smell the syrup from your pancake breakfast. You can feel the rough material of the life jackets on your legs and the taste of pineapple on pizza. You can feel the tiredness between your eyes as you answer the phone at 4 o’clock in the morning, and you can definitely feel the electrifying kiss a long haired metalhead gave you in the back of his van.

All the happiness you had felt the last 48 hours were laid out in front of you like a deck of cards. Like a viewfinder begging to be clicked through to find the next series of beautiful images. But you couldn’t move your hands to go to the next picture. You were stuck, staring at the damage caused by tonight’s events. It was your fault, you broke up with Steve and caused him to spiral out of control. You had Eddie stay the night with you causing him to get hurt. The blood was on your hands, the havoc seeping through your skin, etching its way across your mind. You couldn’t fathom what happened to Eddie. His sweet face, bloody and cut. He didn’t deserve this, didn’t deserve someone who could only cause him more pain. How could he ever look at you the same after you let this happen to him?!

A faint voice is heard somewhere beyond the realm of your current state of mind. It’s calling out to you like a parent calling a child home for dinner. It’s beautiful, purring into your ear, but also tinged with desperation. Like a rainbow in the dark, a storm still blazing on, but the rainbow starts creeping through, ever so slightly to remind you it’s there. To remind you to constantly look for the positive in any situation. You reach out for it. Getting closer to it you can hear the voice more and more. The voice is sobbing, you reach out to comfort it. A warm sensation growing inside your chest, like a flame licking at oxygen begging for more. The voice is becoming clear. It’s coaxing you out beckoning you to come back with it. Your senses are returning to you slowly. You’re wet, chest deep in a pool of water. Your eyes ache from being open and one is very heavy. Vision previously failed, now fuzzy outlines of your surroundings flood back to your eyesight. The voice is even more frantic, and it’s finally clear that it’s Eddie calling to you. You felt the water shift beside you and the sudden feeling of your body being submerged under, a hand ring covered hand clutching tightly to your nose and covering your mouth.

****

“Come back to me baby, please! Please! Come back to me!” Tears are rolling down Eddie’s face stinging the cut on his lip as he tries to shake you awake out of your stupor your eyes are still staring wide open, “DUSTIN! ROBIN!! SOMEONE PLEASE HELP!”

Desperately thinking of whatever would wake you from this state of numbness, he jumps into the tub with his clothes still on. Water sloshing all over the floor, Eddie gets behind you and clamps one of his hands over your mouth, the other plugging your nose. He leans his body back, takes a deep breath and slides under water with you on top of him.

Opening your eyes you feel Eddie’s hands on you, feel his arms wrapped around you as you are brought upwards towards the surface of water. Gasping for air you turn around to see Eddie’s face, his eyes are bloodshot and he looks terrified, he takes a deep breath and kisses your cheek, tears falling from his eyes. Relief washing over him.

The sudden noise of feet on linoleum is heard galloping towards the tub. Eddie yells for them to wait, he clampers out of the tub and grabs as many towels as he can.

“Eddie, I’m so—I’m so sorr—” you choke out through wet sobs.

Eddie helps you out of the tub and dries you off, “shh baby it’s okay, look at me! This isn’t your fault! Okay? It’s not. Your. Fault. I’m okay, and you will be okay too, I’m just glad you’re still here with me,” he holds you tightly and kisses the top of your head, “let’s get you dressed and I’m going to change and then we can talk to Dustin, okay? Come here sweetheart.”

Eddie’s clothes are soaked. You help him get undressed and go to the bedroom to grab his bag, wringing out his clothes the best you can. You throw them over the shower wall allowing them to dry before throwing them into the dryer. With both you and Eddie dry; Robin, Dustin, Mike and Lucas make their way to your bedroom.

Eddie holds you in his arms similar to the way you were in the tub. Him leaning back on your pillows and you sitting ahead of him leaning close and snuggling into his neck, careful to avoid the right side of your face.

Robin and Lucas start talking first saying that Steve is passed out in Karen Wheeler’s car and that they will be taking him home and they will both be staying with him overnight.

“Is he going to be alright?” Eddie asks, rubbing your shoulders and lacing his fingers with yours.

Robin wipes a tear from her long lashes, “he doesn’t remember anything that happened, so it’s hard to say.. I know you wanted to go over and see him tomorrow but maybe it’s best if Y/N goes instead.”

Eddie lets out a sigh and looks down at you, his whole world in his hands. As calmly as he can he says, “No! Absolutely not! You can’t be serious?! I’m not letting her out of my sight, she’s traumatized by what happened, Robin! You didn’t see her when she was in the tub, she wasn’t even blinking! I don’t want her to be triggered by what happened by seeing him!” Eddie takes a deep breath as you squeeze his hand tightly, “I’m glad Steve doesn’t remember, I only wish we didn’t either.”

“Robin, I’m really sorry but Eddie is right, I can’t see Steve right now. At least not for a while.”

The boys, Robin and Eddie make a game plan to have Dustin and Robin tell Steve tomorrow afternoon what had happened. Mike and Lucas were taking out the trash in both bathrooms and the garbage gathered from the living room. Dustin had wiped everything down in the living room that was smeared with blood. Thankfully the carpet in the living room is maroon so a few swipes of some carpet cleaner made it look new again. All evidence that a tragic accident had happened was erased before you would ever have to see it. Agreeing that everyone should go home and get some rest, Eddie goes downstairs and makes you both some oatmeal and toast, bringing it back up to your bed.

Now that you two are alone you let your guard back down, being with Eddie has made you comfortable since you met him, and that hasn't changed. “This is good, Eddie..thank you for making it,” you say, swirling around brown sugar and milk with the cooked oats. Eddie is watching your every move like a hawk. He has taken maybe two bites making sure you’re eating.

“Eddie, I’m not made of glass I won’t break” you say while taking a bite of toast, trying to make him laugh.

A smile that doesn’t match his eyes, pulls at his lips.

You set your bowl down on your night stand and grab his away from him, setting it next to yours, “baby please, please talk to me.”

Eddie stares down at his socked feet crossed in front of him like a pretzel. He is moving his rings in circles around his fingers. “I couldn’t protect you, y/n. You got hit by a fucking bottle of vodka and I just stood there and watched. What kind of man am I if I can’t even protect my girlfriend? I’m a fucking loser, can’t even graduate high school on time. You don’t want to be with someone like me. And I don’t blame you, I’m nothing! I promised myself I wouldn’t be like my dad but I’m—I’m worse!” He slams the palms of his hands into his eyes letting out a small sob, “I thought you were d-dead. You’d passed out twice and I thought I lost you. And then in the tub you were in a daze or something, I’ve never been more scared in my whole life, and it’s all because I couldn’t stop him. I should have shoved that fucker out of the door before he could even start talking shit. But I didn’t, I just froze.” Eddie’s shoulders began to shake as his crying took over his entire body.

You wiggled your way around to him and held him as he cried. Running your hand through his hair and rubbing his back. After everything you two had been through the last few hours you couldn’t imagine anyone else by your side but Eddie. He made sure Dustin helped you first, he carried you up the steps even though he was bleeding profusely from his mouth and in a lot of pain. He was the most devoted person anyone could ever dream of being.

“Eddie? Please look at me, baby,” you said softly, moving his chin up to look at you. “You’re the most caring person I’ve ever come across. You’re different from anyone I’ve ever met, in the best ways possible. You took Wayne’s truck in to work on it on your day off and told Jimmy to take it out of your wages. You drove all the way here with two pizzas just to surprise me after I got off work, you still asked if Steve was okay and volunteered to help him after he kicked the shit out of us. When Steve said that shit about you I went absolutely feral. Because you’re not at all like you’re dad Eddie, you’re a fucking angel! So please never tell me that I don’t deserve you or say that I don’t want to be with you. That’s so far from the truth it’s not even funny. I’d pick you again and again and again, in every lifetime, I would find you, because I love you, Eddie. I love you so fucking much, you’re it for me. There will never be another for me, only you.

Eddie’s heart feels like it’s about to beat out of his chest. The tears fall slowly now from his eyes as he smiles widely. “You mean that? You’re not bullshitting me are you?” He says with a sniffle trying to clear his nose.

“Of course I’m not bullshitting you! Eddie, I love you! I love the way your tongue pokes out when you’re trying to concentrate on something, I love how your hair looks in the morning, I love how you care about everyone around you whether they deserve it or not. I love your passion for everything you do, and I love how you take care of me. I love you, Eddie Munson.”

Eddie’s cheeks go pink and he is trying to hide a smile.

“You know you’re the first person who has ever said that to me right? I’ve waited 19 years to hear those 3 words from just one person and it took me going to a party on the hottest fucking night in July so I could sell some drugs to a bunch of over privileged assholes in letterman jackets, to meet the most beautiful, drop dead gorgeous, girl I’ve ever seen, to hear it. And I would wait that long again if I knew you would be the one to say those words to me,” Eddie kisses your lips and moves slightly so he can whisper in your ear, “I love you Y/N, you’re my girl.”

The rest of the night is spent with you and Eddie spoon feeding each other oatmeal and watching Stand By Me. Giggling as Verno looks under the porch for his jar of pennies and crying with Gordie as breaks down in front of Chris about his dad hating him. The previous shitty part of the night erased by the devotion and admittance of love for eachother. The love you and Eddie have for one another is cosmic, and nothing or no one would ever change that.

****

The next morning you wake to the sound of Eddie humming lightly as he gets dressed, he’s wearing a red flannel with the sleeves cut off, black jeans littered with holes and he’s lacing up his boots. An unlit cigarette hangs out of his mouth as he plays air guitar spinning around your room. You let out a cat call whistle and giggle as he jumps out of his skin.

“Christ! Oh hell you scared the shit out of me!” Eddie says clutching his chest, he walks to the side of the bed you’re closest to and sits down, giving you a sweet kiss, “go back to bed baby I’m gonna go get us some breakfast,” he says while twisting your hair around his finger.

“Mmm, what time is it?” You ask rubbing the sleep from your eyes wincing at the swollen one.

Eddie hands you some Tylenol and a glass of water, he runs downstairs and finds an ice pack for your eye and gently helps you rest back on the pillows while placing it on your eye, “it’s around 8, I’ll be right back sweetheart, I ordered some food from the diner out off Mill Rock Rd.. I think? I looked in the phone book for it, do you kind if I borrow your car?”

“Of course not, go ahead.” you say with a smile. “Thanks for doing all of this,” you say gesturing around your body and your room with your hands.

Eddie leans down to kiss you and waves at the door with a smile across his face. The cool compress of the ice to your face and the Tylenol seem to give you small relief to the pain your head is experiencing. You drift back off to sleep lightly and wake to the smell of breakfast mixed with the light smell of smoke and Eddie’s cologne. He’s balancing two containers of food and silverware, a half gallon of chocolate milk and two plastic cups that are clamped tight between his teeth.

You sit up quickly and and reach your arms out to help Eddie. “Let me guess, you’re a one trip while bringing groceries in kind of guy.” you giggle as he smiles and plops down on the bed with you.

“Oh for sure,” he says opening a container of biscuits and gravy and handing it to you, “why make more than one trip if you don’t have to?” He opens the other container and it has hash brown and chicken fried steak with scrambled eggs.

“Again, I didn’t know what you wanted so I got a little variety, eat what you want I will pick around you.” he says, “bon appetit or whatever the saying is” he says with a laugh.

****

After finishing the breakfast and watching Eddie lick the container of biscuits and gravy clean, “what? It’s good!” he says with gravy on his cheeks and chin

Taking any opportunity you can to touch him, you grab his face and lick the gravy off of him, “mm you’re right it is good.” you say with a wink.

“Oooo, you’re being naughty this morning, sweetheart.” Eddie says. He grabs the trash and brings it downstairs. Along with the cups and chocolate milk. You get out bed and make your way to the bathroom, stopping by the mirror to assess your face. The cut which thankfully ended up being a scrape is red and angry, your right eye is catered with small bruise around it and is completely red like you yourself were the patient zero starting the zombie apocalypse. Small cuts on your face are in the beginning stages of healing, scabs trying like hell to form. You reach below the sink and find some neosporin, slathering some generously against the large gash, bandaging it with some gauze. Eddie comes into the bathroom and holds you from behind studying you as a look of bewilderment crumbles your face.

“You will always be the most beautiful girl in the world, baby.” He whispers gently into your ear.

You turn to him and smile. “You’re too good to me, how did I ever get so lucky to have you?” you say. You kiss Eddie slow and taste blood from his split lip. He winces at it as you pull away. “Here,” you say trading places with him. You apply a generous amount of neosporin to his lip. You can see the beginning of bruising aligning the bridge of his nose and under his eyes, you lightly touch it and he winces.

“This isn’t the first time my nose has been broken sweetheart, I’ll get Wayne to shift it back into place later today, no worries,” You nod reassuringly and lean up on your tippy toes to give him a small peck to his nose.

“So, what do you want to do today?” He asks, wrapping his arms around your waist, “we could get some fireworks and set them off at Lover’s Lake. We could lay low and watch corny kid movies. We could pick up Jeff and Gareth and get higher than Willie Nelson. We could paint eachothers nails and make cupcakes. We could fuck like bunnies. Whatever you wanna do baby I will do it.”

“Let’s do it all,” you say with a wicked grin.

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