#i was so tired when i drew this i'll try again later-

[jinghengs]

he ate a bowl of nails for breakfast (without any milk)

[entitled-fangirl]

Cheeky.

Gwayne Hightower x wife!reader

SMUT 18+

Summary: the reader gets tired of Gwayne's smart remarks.

Warnings: fingering, teasing, sub!Gwayne, uhhh, idk kissing and cursing?

A/n: based on an ask!!!!!! I'm rubbing my hands like a fly for this one. It's good

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"Gwayne, please," she huffed lightly as she walked past him.

The man's attention immediately shifted to her and he began to follow her into their chambers. A smirk pulled at his lips, "To what do I owe the pleasure of your sweet company, dear wife?"

She paused and looked at him, "Why do you only mock me?"

His brows furrowed, "What?"

"You only speak to me with snide remarks and a quick tongue," she said as she put her hand on her hips. "It was charming at first, and now it grows tired."

His gaze softened immensely as guilt drew in his gut. "Do you truly think I intend to mock you when I do so?"

"Perhaps." She considered his question. "I… I do not know."

"Dear wife," he cooed and took her hands in his. "I only jest at you because I love your smile so. Your laughter is greater than the greatest music the finest musicians play." He rubbed his thumbs across her knuckles. "I apologize if you ever believed I thought ill of you."

She leaned forward and place a small kiss onto his nose, "I want you."

His cheeks turned the color of his hair as his eyes widened, "W… What?"

She whispered lowly. "I need you."

His usual smirk returned as his eyes turned to confident. "My wife grows wet at my kind words, does she?"

She reached up to the back of his head and pulled his lips to hers, kissing fervently.

Gwayne pulled her waist to his, their bodies now flush against one another. "Is that a yes?" He panted against her lips.

"Kiss me, Gwayne Hightower, or I shall find another to."

Her unusual teasing sent a jolt down Gwayne's spine. "You wouldn't dare."

She pulled back and her eyes lit with a playful fire. "I will."

His head tilted to challenge her.

She huffed and turned to the door, but before her hand could touch the handle of it, Gwayne threw his back against the door to keep her from leaving. 

"I won't let another man touch you while I still draw breath, little wife."

She noted the way his chest heaved and a desperation came through his eyes. "Then do not let them. Undress and get on the bed."

He stared down at her, contemplating if she was truly asking him to do such a task. "My wife wishes to make demands to me?"

She grinned and leaned against him. "Indeed."

He nodded, and his voice was unusually soft, "Then I will do as she asks."

He moves from the door and walks to the bed, pulling at his clothing as he did so. 

She watches him with lustful eyes as more of his skin came into her view. 

Soon, he sat playfully on the edge of the bed in nothing but his small clothes. He held his arms out, his smirk growing, "And now?"

She took painfully slow steps towards him, "You're a beautiful man, Gwayne Hightower."

He squints at her, "Are you stroking my ego?"

She stood between his legs and took his face in her hands. Their faces neared. "If I stroke your ego now, I'll get to do what I wish with you later."

He let out a chuckle, "Is that so?"

She nodded, "Every time."

He hummed, leaning up to try to capture her lips, but she pulled away by a mere inch. His lips part in disappointment, but he tried again. She pulled away once again.

He closed his eyes as a breathy laugh left his lips, "You're a tease, my love. What must I do?"

"I want my husband to beg for me," she finally admitted as she stood straight.

Pure surprise overtook his features which then morphed into adrenaline. 

"I can do so."

His hands grabbed her waist, pulling her to him as he began to kiss up her clothed stomach. "Let me make you feel good."

She let him, playing with the redhead's hair as he did so. He slowly stood as his lips moved up her body to her neck. 

"Please, sweet wife," he begged before sucking at her neck and smoothing it over with his tongue. 

A whine escaped her throat at the feeling and her resolve slowly began to fade. "Gwayne…"

She felt his teeth against her neck as he smirked, "Yes?"

She forced herself to close her eyes to keep herself from giving into him right there and then. She took a deep breath. "Beg me."

His breath faltered. He was sure he had broken her. 

He considered a thought before giving in completely and kneeling down in front of his wife, his hands holding her hips still. 

The way his eye observed her, taking in every square inch as if she hung each star in the sky made a familiar feeling rise in her stomach. 

His earlier teasing smile was gone completely, replaced with an admiring one.

She reached down and brushed her fingers against his cheek, to which he leaned into her palm happily.

"Undress me, husband."

He wasted no time. He stood and pulled at the strings of her bodice, his fingers more clumsy than usual.

Soon she stood in her shift and only then did she turn to him again. "On the bed."

He backed up and fell onto the bed when it hit the back of his legs. He pushed himself onto the mattress and waited in anticipation. 

She crawled onto the bed, straddling him as a wide grin broke across her face, "You've been good."

He moved to say something snarky, but nothing came out. He only laid there gawking like an idiot.

She trailed a hand agonizingly down his chest and stomach, leaving goosebumps in its wake, "Do you deserve a reward?"

He blinked blankly and nodded, still dumbfounded. 

Her hand on his stomach trailed up her thighs, taking the seam of her shift with her, revealing her skin to him inch by inch.

He only watched with glossed-over eyes. Her hand began to move between her thighs. 

She let out a high whine as she sunk a finger into herself and the shift dropped, leaving Gwayne with nothing to watch but her expressions. 

She pumped her hand in and out of herself slowly, letting out small whines and moans.

Gwayne cursed under his breath as he felt himself grow hard with no outlet. His hips jerked subconsciously, but she didn't notice. 

She continued, two fingers plunging in and out of her now and she willed herself to look at Gwayne beneath her as she did so, "It feels so good, Gwayne… oh… oh, fuck…."

He let out a frustrated grunt, "you evil woman…"

Soon, her head leaned back and a final whine came from her lips as the spring in her stomach snapped and she came. 

She panted as she removed her fingers from herself and looked down at him. 

He looked ready to flip her and take her with no remorse, but he was holding himself back. He told himself he would. But by the gods, it was hard to.

It was worth it now. His reward was coming. 

She leaned down and kissed his lips with a cheeky grin. 

"My reward?" He whispered lowly.

"You already got it." She smirked as she swung her leg off of him and stood from the bed on shaky legs. She wrapped a thin cloak around herself. "Stop being so cheeky with me in the future, Gwayne Hightower, and I may give you a real one."

He watched dumbfounded as she left their chambers.

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[fangirlfrom-hell]

"My daddy has to fight some bad guys". || Jay Halstead x reader and daughter

*re-posting this because I'm stupid and accidentaly delated my blog 🫠

You woke up earlier than everybody in your house to get everything ready for everyone. Jay would usually follow you a few minutes later and you two would make breakfast and get your daughter ready for school together, along with other morning stuff. This wasn't the day, your husband had fallen asleep and you were doing everything by yourself, trying not to make a lot of noise. You knew he was working a tough case and had come back quite late from work the night before, so you didn't want to wake him up. Even when he didn't want to admit it, he was tired as hell and needed to rest.

You were in the kitchen starting to cook breakfast when you felt his arms hugging you from the back.

-"Did I wake you up?" You asked. -"I was trying not to".

-"I didn't feel you by my side and I couldn't fall asleep again". He answered into your ear and then kissed your neck as he continued talking. -"I'm sorry I haven't been around. We closed this case last night, what's left is a bunch of paperwork. My hope is to be back home early tonight and...". You turned around to hug him back and interrupted him with a short kiss. He rushed to finish his sentence with a heavy breathing : "...I can make it up for you", then proceeded to tenderly kiss your lips as he held you as tight as he could with one of his arms, while fervently holding your head with his other hand, finger all tangled in your hair, pulling it a bit.

Due to the case Jay was working on, you two had barely seen each other during the last week and a half, so things were heating up fast. Suddenly, for both of your displeasure, an alarm interrupted the moment.

-"Time to wake her up". You said having trouble separating from him.

-"I'll go". Jay took your phone to turn off the alarm. -"I'm driving her to school too".

-"Hey, Jay!" You took his hand before letting him leave the room. -"You do remember her Father's Day Festival, right?".

-"Next friday, 10:30, sure".

-"I was thinking...maybe you should talk to her and explain that...of course you will be there, but if you are not able to make it is due to your work".

-"But I will be there".

-"I know, I know, it's just...we never know when a case might pop up. Remember the Spring Festival?".

-"Oh. The bank robbery right before it...".

-"Yes, that's what I mean. That time was easy because I was there, but this time I won't...".

-"I will talk to her". He said after a few seconds of silence. -"But I'll be there, no matter what".

That day, Tessa and her class made a craft for their fathers. All the little kids were drawing in a small paper square that would become a keychain for Father's Day. Some of them were drawing hearts, others were doing stick figures. Tessa drew her dad carrying her over his shoulders and a bunch of hearts around. Her artwork was a little abstract, but understandable for a 5 year old.

-"All right". Ms. Luna said in a sweet voice. Tessa really loved her teacher. -"I am going to take your drawings and we will give them back to our dads as a key chain during the festival!".

-"My daddy said he will come, but he's working and if he doesn't show up it is because he has to fight some bad guys. Bad guys don't respect days or time". Tessa rushed to repeat what Jay tried to explain to her earlier in the morning when he was taking her to school.

-"It's ok". Her teacher laughed a bit. -"Sometimes parents can't make it and it's ok. That doesn't mean they don't want to or that they don't love us".

The class rehearsed the song they would sing at intervals throughout the rest of the day. Tessa never missed the opportunity to repeat the information going around her head: "My dad said he's coming, but if he's not here it means he's working" or "My daddy is fighting the bad guys and bad guys they don't respect days or time" or "He will be here, but if he's not here, that means he's on the streets. He makes Chicago safe". Her friends were amazed whenever she repeated those statements. She did understand what her father told her, but she didn't really comprehend.

The day was here. You dropped Tessa at school, she was all excited. Before she entered the building you reminded her: "If it happens that daddy is not here or he's late, remember he's fighting the bad guys".

Jay was already in the bullpen, everything was strangely calmed. He had talked with Voight about going out to Tessa's school and he gladly agreed.

-"Today is the day isn't it?" Hailey asked Jay as she entered the coffee room.

-"Yeah". He smirked. -"If nothing else intervenes".

-"Let's stay positive". She said remembering what had happened last Spring Festival.

It was 8:30, the day had just started when Trudy came upstairs with an urgent case.

-"That's just my luck". Jay said, rushing downstairs with his partner.

-"Let's try to make it quick". Hailey answered by putting on her coat.

At school, the kids were getting ready to go outside to start the festival. Parents were gathering outside of the building, waiting to get inside.

Students from all schools were lining up around the court. Their parents were supposed to meet them and be in front of their kid's group to hear them sing.

-"Is your dad here?" One of Tessa's friends asked.

-"I can't see him". She answered standing on tiptoe. -"But it's ok, it's because he had to fight the bad guys".

All the kids waved their fathers with excitement, some of them ran to hug them before starting the show. Jay didn't make it, but Tessa wasn't feeling bad about it...yet.

When the song finished, all the kids jumped into their fathers arms and gave them the craft they made in class as a gift for them. Tessa stood in her place, not being able to hold her tears. She was crying in silence, so between the noise and excitement around the little girl, nobody noticed her until a few minutes later. As soon as her teacher saw her, she ran towards her and hugged her tight.

-"It's ok, honey. It's ok. Your dad wanted to be here with you". She said in a very sweet and calmed voice. -"Remember he is fighting the bad guys, you said that before ''.

Some parents were moved watching the scene, but there was nothing they could do. Ms. Johnson, the school's principal, noticed the situation from afar and she joined as soon as she could. By only moving her lips, trying not to be heard, she asked Tessa's teacher if the little girl's father wasn't there. She shaked her head in disapproval when the teacher answered with a sorry face.

-"We can call your dad, Tess. That way you can hear his voice".

-"But, Ms. Johnson, he's fighting the bad guys". Ms. Luna intervened.

-"Oh!" She understood. -"Ok, but we can call him later, we'll tell him to come so you can give him your present. Would you like that?".

The little girl was an emotional mess, but agreed with her head, even though she wasn't really listening to what the adults were saying.

The emergency call for the intelligence team ended up in a shooting and that delayed detective Halstead. As soon as he finished with interviews and all the bureaucracy after this kind of situation, he ran off.

-"Go, go, go". Hailey rushed. -"I cover you".

Jay drove his truck as fast as he could, siren on. It wasn't a police emergency, but it was an emergency after all, he could deal with the consequences later. He parked in the first spot he found, even if it wasn't merely in front of the school and ran as fast as he could in a police mode to get to his baby girl. It was until he entered the building that he noticed he was still wearing the vest, gun and badge on his hip, but didn't care.

-"There he is!" Ms. Johnson pointed to Tessa's father.

-"Come on! Come on!" Ms. Luna took the little girl's hand and started running towards her dad.

-"I'm so sorry". Jay took Tessa in his arms and carried her holding her as tight as he could. She was too emotionally drained to react.

Kids around were already saying goodbye to their parents, going back to their classrooms.

-"We'll give you some time alone". Ms. Johnson informed Jay and he muttered a "thank you".

-"You can go back to the classroom when you feel ready". Ms. Luna told her student.

-"I hate the bad guys". Tessa managed to say when they were finally alone.

-"Me too". Her father said. -"I'm really, really sorry I didn't hear you sing, but I'm here right now". He wiped the tears from her cheeks.

-"I did it real good, you missed it". She said playing with the key chain in her hands.

-"I bet you did". Jay chuckled. -"What do you have there?".

-"It's a present for you. I made it for you". She extended her short arm to give it to her dad.

-"For me? Is it for my keys? I love it!"

-"It's you and me and lots of hearts. I drew it myself".

-"I can see that. It's beautiful. Thank you, sweetie". Jay's phone started ringing and he sighed when he read the text messages.

-"I have to go back to work".

-"But I don't want you to go". She started crying again.

Ms. Johnson came into the scene to help Tessa go back to her class" -"Daddy has to go back to work, sweetie. Ms. Luna and your friends are waiting for you, let's go". And she took her tenderly in her arms as her crying grew louder.

-"It's all right". Jay reassured her with a kiss. -"I love you. I'll see you at home, ok?". And she disappeared through the door.

He peeked through the classroom window to check on her before departing. He witnessed how Ms. Luna was successfully calming her down and felt a little bit more relaxed to go.

-"Thank you for coming". Ms. Johnson told him with a smile. -"For real".

With a heavy heart, he got into his truck and before turning it on, he hung the keychain in his keys. He inspected the tiny drawing and smiled before going back to the bullpen.

Thanks for reading. If you liked it, it would help my soul if you give it a ♡, comment or share. 😌♡

[berberriescorner]

Rio had a hell of a time trying give y/n her mommas boy😂 (also love the long hc)

Thought I forgot about you didn't ya? 😂 ! I got you lovely! Y'all think you're slick. Sending me these HC's on the low. I don't know how many more I'll be able to do. I'm too descriptive and end up writing a whole fic lmao! Here's yet another HC/follow-up. Hope you enjoy it, love💓!

Bright rays of sunshine crept into your master bedroom. As it fell on your sleeping bodies, you felt your husband stir. Rio snuggled closer as if he wasn't already glued to your slumbering form. He chuckled at the fact that his movements didn't wake you. Light snores fell from your slightly parted lips. He tucked his chin into the crook of your neck, leaving gentle kisses. He pulled back slightly, smirking at the snores.

"Damn, I wore you out last night. Didn't I, mama?" he joked to himself.

You stirred a bit, snuggling deeper into Rio's spooning position. He groaned at the feel of your body pressing firmly against his. Usually, he could handle your plump behind nestling against his lap in the morning. Only this was one of those many occasions where the two of you had fallen asleep naked.

Your hips wiggled, as you released a light moan. Rio's growing erection was getting stiffer by the second. This awakened something inside you as well. Rio bit his lip as he watched your eyes flutter open slowly. The bright smile that formed on your face, caused him to smile back.

"Mornin', mama," he whispered, laying kisses on your neck once more.

"Morning, baby. Last night was fun," you giggled.

"I was thinking, mama. What if I didn't get the job done last night?"

The mischievous grin on his handsome face said it all.

"We went four rounds before tapping out last night. I think we good, papa," you teased.

"Nah, darlin'. I think I need to give you a few more rounds today, tomorrow, and the day after that."

"Boy, please. Not with your line of work. I was lucky I got all that good D last night."

Rio rolled you over on your back, nestling between your thighs. His hands roamed your body as he trailed kisses from your neck, to your jawline, and landed on your lips. The kiss grew more passionate, as he slid his hand between your thighs. You moaned into the kiss as his hand played in your already slick folds. Rio broke the kiss to speak.

"Looks like you’re about to get some good D this morning too, mama."

He slid inside you filling you up, as he growled placing his lips on yours again.

"Fuck, mama. Always so tight for me."

You gasped, as a moan followed right after.

"Daddy...oh, shit," you whimpered.

"Are you gonna be a good girl for me, hmm? Are you gonna let daddy stretch you out? I'ma fill you to the brim, mama. Give you what you beg for."

"Yes! Need you deeper, daddy," you begged.

Rio slammed into you harder, going as deep as he could. His thrust grew faster and he drew orgasm after orgasm from your body. Finding his release, Rio collapsed on his side of the bed, pulling you to lay on his chest. The both of you fought to catch your breath.

"Your ass got twenty minutes to get your stamina up. I'm about to spend the morning filling you up, mama. We're going to need to get rid of these sheets. We ain't leaving this bedroom until I feel your ass may be pregnant."

"Now how do you expect a bitch to walk after all this?"

Rio chuckled, "That's a YOU problem. I'm just giving you what you want, mama."

Ten months later, your oldest and youngest baby girl were flapping their gums. The baby sassed, "Mommy! Why him always crying? Give that whiny baby a bottle or somethin'."

The oldest was tired of all her fussy siblings. "Mama, I did the math. If this happened when I think it did. I'm never going to a sleepover when the rest of the kids aren't home. Clearly, you and my daddy need supervision."

Your mouth fell open, as you were caught off guard by your oldest.

They both get that smart-ass mouth from their daddy...okay me too, but just a little bit.

"You know what? Baby girl, since you are so concerned with what baby brother's got going on. Go tell your little best friend to fix his bottle."

The youngest looked at you confused.

Jesus be a clue.

You sighed, "Your daddy, baby. Go tell him to fix one of his bottles and bring it to mama. Okay?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Thank you, baby girl."

She bounced off yelling, "daddy!"

"Little girl! Stop yelling in my house!"

Just as you finished your sentence, Rio yelled his response right back.

"Christopher!"

"My bad, mama!"

Rolling your eyes and shaking your head, you turned to your oldest.

One sassy lady down. One to go. Why they can't be chill like the middle child? Then again...she be trying me too. Let me gather Miss Know-It-All right quick. Did she just tell me I need to stop having all these damn babies? Cause that's what my ears heard. I just know she lost her mind.

"As for you little miss mamas. Ma'am, watch your mouth. You in my business, don't do that. Keep it up and I'll have two more, leaving you to babysit them all. Now go do your homework, sassy pants."

Rio entered the room as he watched his daughter walk out huffing.

"Blow again, little girl."

"What's wrong with her?"

"Yeah we done having babies."

He started laughing until he saw you weren't joining in on the laughter.

"You for real?:

"Baby boy! I may tell you a joke, but I'll never tell you a lie!"

Rio kissed his teeth.

"Come on little man. Daddy will feed you. Y'all working mommy's nerves," he grumbled, bounding towards the kid's bedrooms, bottle in hand.

"Why are y'all on your mama's nerves so bad today? I know y'all better tighten up. I ain't done having kids."

[aerodumb]

Wade/Nancy is an artist who's been surrounded by negative opinions. She currently works under the username Grisgrisdoll, but she's widely known as the name that haunts her past, Kastoway.

I've seen many, many accusations being thrown online against this artist, but I noticed that for many people spreading them this knowledge is secondhand. I found her Deviantart account some time after she changed her username to Kastoway in the beginning of 2014 due to my hyperfixation on creepypastas at the time. I never actually followed her, but I visited her account every now and then, so if I missed something important, it was because of that and I will be glad if you tell me. In this post, I'll list the incidents in chronological order *with evidence* and then give my own opinion at the end.

One thing to know about Wade is that she has had many different names and usernames throughout her life. In addition, she is comfortable with people using either "she", "he" or "they" to refer to her. I'll be alternating the pronouns and using both her names.

He was 13 when she created Ticci Toby [1]. He posted her first drawing of him on the 19th of November 2012 on DeviantArt [2] and Toby's origin story one year later on the 23rd of May 2013 [3]. Wade changed the personality of Toby to make him less upbeat, more tragic and more scary. One of the first instances where he showed discomfort with how people portrayed Toby that I remember was in a publication she posted on the last day of 2013 [4]. This situation ended up with a small redesign of Toby on 5th of February 2014 [5].

She took a short break from DeviantArt around July [6]. It was this year when her creepypasta blew up out of proportion. Previously, she had expressed her desire for Toby to only be shipped with another creepypasta character called Clockwork. However, many people didn't like Clockwork and didn't respect this wish, leading her to further getting tired of the creepypasta community. By october of the same year, her Deviantart bio said: "Most people know me as the creator of the creepypasta story "Ticci-Toby"-- which yes I am, but I prefer not to be constantly called out for it nor only recognized or appreciated for it. I do not contribute to the creepypasta fandom anymore so please don't ask me about it. Thank you" [7].

One issue that is frequently overlooked when discussing Wade's actions is her problem with impersonators, as she stated on a status in November [8].

On 14th of December 2014 he made a post trying to solve all the turmoil that had formed because of shipping [9]. He stated that he had asked people not to ship Toby with anyone but Clockwork because that was what he was comfortable with, but he realized that decision was pointless and didn't care at this point. The situation had gone out of control and there were people bashing creators who shipped Toby with others or with their own characters. He apologized to the hurt and asked people to stop the white knighting. In addition, he recognized "I wasn't prepared for my character to become popular on the internet. I really wasn't. I never thought it would happen and I'm still not good at dealing with it. In fact I suck at it, it's true". He was 15 at the moment.

In 2015, they got into Marvel, even having a tumblr blog where she drew Deadpool replying the asks of her followers. At the end of their bio, it could be read: "I will not reply to notes or comments regarding Ticci-Toby or anything Creepypasta related, sorry." [10]. This message was deleted months later, so their profile didn't mention Toby or creepypasta anymore. They kept the folder for her creepypasta drawings in their gallery tagged as "old".

In April 2016, he had to warn the general public that Toby wasn't real and that he was his creator [11]. People had been spreading misinformation, saying that Toby was real or was based on a real person. Wade feared that something like the tragedy of Wisconsin could happen again, it was a serious concern.

In May, Nancy made a post saying that people could still ask her about Toby [12], but later in June that year, she decided to step off the internet with the purpose of trying to improve her life, archiving the majority of her work [13]. Later in 2017, she updated her bio to let people know about her new instagram account where she mostly posts original art. It was at this point when I stopped checking her content completely, as this account, called bonejars at the beginning, was private for a while. She hasn't been very active on DeviantArt apart from the times she announced her podcast.

On the porch: Episode 2, 16 April 2020, started a wave of negativity against them. I didn't watch it at the time and it is now private so I can't say much about it, but they did some clarifications on her instagram stories later. Many users took screenshots of them and they can still be read [14]. In them, Nancy says that they came to terms many years ago with the ships, that they left the fandom because all of the drama made them miserable and that they'd wish Toby to no longer be associated with the creepypasta fandom. Despite this, they don't want people to stop doing what makes them happy, they said they're ok with headcanons and people reinterpreting the character, that they like the fanart as long as people don't profit from it. They said "I know what escapism is like and using fiction to cope with life. I would never wanna take that away from anybody". Later, they had to make further clarifications because people accused them of wanting to take Toby away from the fandom.

On 25 abril 2021, Nancy posted a new redesign of Toby on his Instagram account [15]. This version of him was significantly different from the last one. The character is older, wears different clothes and looks more realistic due to Nancy's art style development. With this design, he looks like a character from a slasher.

Many people weren't pleased with the redesign due to thinking the reason for it was to invalidate the previous one. Consequently, they brought to the surface controversies from the past. Nancy was accused of having supported two controversial figures in the creepypasta community: Laughing Jack's creator Steve Aikins (Snuffbomb) and Sally Williams' creator Shilo (la_mishi_mish).

Steve presumably harassed his ex-girlfriend and talked indecently with several young girls back in 2014 [16]. I haven't found evidence of Wade supporting him and I can't remember exactly what she said. If someone has screenshots of it, I would be grateful.

Shilo used to draw NSFW art of Sally [17]. This character is canonically 8, so she usually aged her up in this kind of content. However, she posted a compilation of sketches depicting Sally and Jeff the Killer having sex in 2015, stating it was ok for them to have intercouse because they were both 13. Shilo was 22 at the time. Several sources indicate that she stopped drawing mature content due to social pressure. Nancy and Shilo follow each other on instagram to this day.

There haven't been more references to Toby on Nancy's part since then.

◇ Ok people, get the pitchforks because now I'm gonna give my opinion!

So, what can we accuse Wade of? Of being an idiot and a hypocrite when he was a teenager, of having bad companies and managing fame poorly. I don't think we can blame them for anything else and feel that a big part of the hate they receive is undeserved.

I think she was a hypocrite because she got angry with an interpretation of Toby that she had at the beginning. What's more, Toby's story uses an interpretation of Slenderman that was invented by the fandom, proxies are not canon. It's like a fanfic of a series inspired by just a couple of photos.

Still following Shilo is yikes. However, we don't really know if they're still close and I'm personally gonna give her the benefit of the doubt. Defending Steve was a bad move, but, as some people have pointed out before, he was a teen when that happened, way younger than Steve and she could have been convinced to think he was innocent. Shilo is older too.

Being that young, she wasn't prepared for facing the bad sides of fame. Ignoring stuff, going radio silent and then saying things in the heat of the moment didn't help her a bit, but it was all that occurred to her at the time. She's tried to explain things in more detail in recent years just to go back to saying as little as possible because at this point, people get angry for whatever she says.

People say they're homophobic. Their instagram account refutes it.

People say he was mean and insulted the fandom. I remember reading a couple of statuses on DA that I thought were insensitive, but that was a long time ago. People grow and he's changed his mind a lot as you can read in his instagram stories. If you say these things referring to the post where he told people Toby wasn't real, I'm sorry, but I think he had all the right to be harsh. People said Slenderman was real, it ended up in a tragedy and now the same things were being said about Toby. Can you imagine how it's to feel you're responsible for someone's death? He was trying to protect people.

People say she went after artists that portrayed Toby in a different way than hers, yet every time she's said something that ended up hurting people, she took responsibility and apologized for it. I don't believe this person could go and directly hurt someone. Remember what I said before about her issues with impersonators and people white knighting? That could be what's happening. Even now she has problems with people pretending they know her, so be careful!

People say they have abandoned the character many times. It's true they've said they didn't want to talk about Toby on four different occasions, but I don't think they did it with that intention. Why did they redesign him then? The design we all know is inevitably tied to the creepypasta community and they want to move on from it, that's why they didn't want to talk about him. Now they made a version of the character that isn't tied to that world, so we have two Tobies, one for them and one for us. I think that's cool!

Many don't like that they can't use the old version to earn money, but I want them to understand that this is a really particular situation. Usually, people making commissions of characters that aren't theirs isn't a problem when the creator is getting money on their own (unless you're Disney, Disney has no chill). This isn't Wade's case, she has never been monetary compensated for creating or drawing Toby and she has the right of choosing not to allow the commercial use of her characters. "Give for free what you were given for free" is a rule that makes sense in this case.

I don't expect anyone to stop disliking Wade, you're free to feel whatever you want, but at least I hope that this post helps people to see that all of this is more dimensional than just "kastoway is evil". At the end of the day, she's just a dude that fucked up many times and I think her experiences can help us to not commit the same errors.

◇ Here you have all the evidence

[1] Wade's age (look at the replies)

[2] First art of Toby

[3] Toby's Origin on Kastoway's DA

[4] Post where Wade complains about the difference between fanon and canon Toby

[5] Updated Toby design

[6] Wade's DA on hiatus

[7] Wade saying he doesn't want to be known just for creating Toby

[8] Wade complaining about impersonators

[9, 11] Nancy clarifying the issues with shipping and people saying Toby was real (look at section "Kastoway and his creation")

[10] Nancy saying he won't reply asks about Toby

[12] Nancy apologizing and saying ask about Toby are welcomed

[13] Nancy announcing her departure

[14] Nancy's deleted instagram stories

[15] Toby's new design

[16] About Laughing Jack's creator

[17] About Sally's Creator

[vomitlover-art]

Art Summary 2023 aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Last new years i got really down because every artist I knew was doing year recaps. I decided to avoid that this year, I was gonna try to draw at least one thing every month. I was able to do it thank gosh gdkjfnghjf.

I wasn't able to do an excellent piece every month- sometimes just a sketch. Maybe that should be goal 2024? I'll try to make a really good piece every month.

Here is my favorite art of every month. Thank you for enjoying my art this year aaaaaaaaa thanku thanku aaaaaaaaa

January

Didn't start off strong really. Best thing I did this month was a sketchpage of Q. The campaign she's in started in January and has been going strong since =w=

February

I couldn't design between the two aack. The first was a lil sketch I did when I first started dating Cam. She said she wanted to watch me draw and I couldn't think of anything, so I just started putting together something mechanical aack. You can tell I kinda got tired after just drawing the head .-.

Second was when I was still super into Bocchi. Still am, just haven't drawn any fanart in a while gkfdjhnjgff.

March

"Recipes for Strawberry Jam" was my absolute favorite thing to work on all year I think. This specific page took so long but it all worth it. It was my first serious foray into making a comic, using color, and trying out weird perspectives and I think it worked out so well. I'm really hoping to do more soon =w=

April

This is around the time I switched my sketch paper to a more grey-color rather than a yellow-ish tone aack. I later switch it again to stark white. Road Queen~

May

I drew one (1) thing in May. May is always the worst part of the year aaaa. It starts to get hot again and because I live in the desert that means that life is suddenly unbearable and I have to Deal with all of that.

June

Ultravex! Everyone loves Ultravex =w=

One of the best xenobiology pieces I put together aack. I love designing animals that are fucked up and horrible.

July

Thricefold Judged.

August

Another sketch month. Summer sucks aa

September

Sketch this month, all in prep for Inktober \o/

October

It's hard to pick a fave for inktober, but it's probably the Lavender piece =w=

It was really calming and nice to take my time and work out individual details. I feel weird describing my own art gkjdnhfj I just. liked this one aaa

November

I made a lot of Maleghast necros this month. Was a little sad I didn't get more comms for Deadsouls Necros. It was my favorite one to make ghkfjdhnjgf

December

I was really happy to be able to make a necromancer for the Archivists homebrew house aack. I honestly didn't draw much in Decemeber except for. A lot of vent art I'd rather not share and nsfw art I don't wanna share aack. Almost fumbled it all at the end aaa

This was the first year I made like, any significant living off of commissions. I hope to continue growing next year. Thank you sincerely for following me. It's a little... nerve wracking, but I'm glad to have people aack. I'd like to keep working like this- making art on commissions and ko-fi supporters, and everything helps. It's always been my dream to scrape a living from my art, so, thank you. aaaaaaa

[deltastra]

Tower of God Season 2 (New Trailer with OP Theme) Thoughts

Hello everyone! I haven't done a pre-written post in a while (Did I ever?), so let me yap about the new Tower of God trailer! I wanna tell you guys my honest thoughts and initial reaction to certain scenes.

I waited so long for them to show literally anything else other than the same 12(?) scenes and even a sneak peak to the OP theme performed by NiziU. FINALLY! I will be yapping a lot so SPOILER ALERT FOR ANIME ONLIES

(Also if you guys like posts like this from me, I'll try my best to do this more often as opposed to pre-written reviews!)

Ok so first off I want to say, I was overwhelmed with emotions. I read this arc back in 2016...to see it finally animated, man. Not to mention, it has been like 4 YEARS since season 1. Time flies and a lot happened in my life in between that. I remember how I felt when the OP of the first season played and it hit me that the very first WEBTOON I have ever read, finally got an anime adaptation, which was something that felt impossible back then.

I AM HOPING THIS SCENE WITH ANDROSSI MEANS THAT THE NEW STUDIO WILL FOLLOW THE WEBTOON PROPERLY. Don't get me wrong, besides its flaws, I did love Season 1. However, I was upset with the needless changes they made and important scenes they removed. So I hope the new studio follows the webtoon. They should definitely re-establish how much Bam meant to Androssi.

Seeing Khun in season 2 artstyle is nice. Regarding the artstyle, this may sound weird but I liked season 1's a bit more. Season 1's artsyle felt more "unique" along with its vibrant colours. But, I'll admit, season 2's artsyle is definately more suitable for the long-run when considering how serious the story gets later down the road.

Okay, I'll admit. This scene felt a bit...stiff?? But that's not a big deal.

I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE THEM AND THEIR FRIENDSHIP GROW ALL OVER AGAIN AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.

AND THE OP THEME FINALLY PLAYS! Now here's the thing. I listened to a few songs by NiziU and I won't lie, as nice as the songs were, I was unsure whether they fit the Tower of God tone. But I kept an open mind as I knew nothing about STRAY KIDS back in season 1 and now I listen to TOP and SLUMP so often and associate it with Tower of God due to the lyrics.

As for the sneak peak of RISE UP by NiziU, I like the song. I'm not obsessed over it, maybe I need more of it to form a solid opinion. However, I think it's fine overall! (Hopefully the song isn't wasted in the OP by the use of black screens and credits lol)

I LOVE THIS SHOT SO MUCH. THE DETAIL ON THE SHINSU IS SO GOOD. The lighting as well!

I like how they drew Viole's eyes here. He looks tired which honestly fits well given what he faced during his time with FUG. I don't remember if he looked like that in the WEBTOON whenever his eyes were shown but if it's an anime-original detail, I love it!

(I hope we see his bright eyes during the scene with Wagnan and Viole on the rooftop! Can't wait to see that animated!)

OH I CANNOT WAIT TO SEE THIS FIGHT ANIMATED OMGGGG

Okay, this shot was kinda cool sorry guys I just wanted to say that.

AAAAND THATS ABOUT IT.

First of all, WAY BETTER TRAILER THAN WHATEVER THEY WERE SHOWING US BEFORE! Second, I feel a little more confident about season 2 now. It's alright. I feel like nowadays everyone expects MAPPA or UFOTABLE quality for every anime but this is fine. While I'll miss the season 1 artsyle that I grew to love, I look forward to see what the new studio has to offer.

ALSO KEVIN PENKIN RETURNING LETS GOOOOOO

I want to end things off by saying that when I first read this arc. I ADORED TEAM SWEET AND SOUR. I believe it was because they reminded me of Quinx Squad from Tokyo Ghoul :re...

I just love this team's dynamic and how well they play off eachother. It felt more like a found family. I understand people liked season 1's cast more but I have always been more partial to this team <3

I look forward to seeing them again in the anime cause I miss their early days so much. NOTHING BAD HAPPENS TO ANY OF THEM OKAY? HELL TRAIN ISN'T REAL </3 (SIU please bring back the active members please I beg of you. SHOW ME THEIR SEASON 3 LOOKS)

[athanza]

"Snowfall" - Part II

Fem!reader (from a non-canon, lesser known house) + Aemond Targaryen (romantic) + Rhaenyra Targaryen (platonic) + Damon Targaryen (platonic) + Helaena Targaryen (platonic)

Tags: Family drama, royal politics, romance, platonic fluff, angst, lots of tention (good and bad), protective Aemond, protective Rhaenyra, found family

Warnings: An attempted SA in part III, mentions of parent death during childbirth, parental abuse, canon violence, Aegon being a creep, canon swearing, a little bit of light smut later down the line but nothing too nsfw.

Summary: Elisana's father brings her with him to King's Landing when he's summoned by the Queen to discuss a rebellion in his territories. Her and Prince Aemond begin to fall for each other but family secrets begin to surface and it creates a tense situation between her house and house Targaryen.

Part I | Part III | Part IV

She followed Aemond through back passageways they used as children to evade their parents, corner after corner, covertly weaving through darkness and dim torchlight.

They reached a room that was so dark she could barely see but she did see Aemond open a door she had never known was there.

"We're leaving the castle?" She whispered.

"Are you afraid?" He asked, sounding almost like a challenge.

She smiled a little. "No."

He smirked and let her go through first, closing the door quietly behind them.

They travelled through more dark passageways until, through the final door, she saw the whole of King's Landing, still alive despite the hour.

The warm torch lights that scattered the city glowed brightly beneath the cool moon that shone above and Elisa continued to follow Aemond to their unknown destination. At first the thought he was raking her into town, which made her a little nervous, but when they turned yet another corner she eased a little.

There was a small wooden door on the outside of the castle walls that she realised lead into one of the towers. She followed him through the door and up the spiral staircase until they came to the very top of the tower.

It was a large, flat area that stood overlooking almost a 360° view of the city.

It was then that Aemond took off his cloak to reveal he had two swords, and he threw one to her.

She caught it, it snapping her out of her awe of the view.

Aemond drew his sword, and she hesitated, a little confused.

As she unsheathed it he came at her, three strong strikes in succession, she blocked every one.

"Good." He said. "But it could be better. Again."

They copied the same strikes and she dealt a lot better now that she was prepared.

She unclasped her cloak and it fell to the ground.

"Attack me."

She used the same three strikes against him.

"Bend your knees, you're as stiff as a dead goat. Again!"

She struck him again, this time following his instruction, despite his comments.

They stood, swords together, the moonlight gleaming off of the polished blades.

"Good." He said, that signature smirk on his face. "Now, parry."

He moved to strike, but she diverted his blade away from her and quickly turned to face him.

"Why are you doing this?" She asked him, sword still raised.

He struck her twice more.

"You want to fight?" He said.

She nodded.

"Then I'll help you."

"But why?"

"Because, woman or not, everyone deserves to fight."

A glint of admiration flickered in her eyes as they stood above the city. He truly had grown up.

They copied the same moves at least another four times before moving onto a new set, and then another, and then another, until the sun had begun to rise above the ocean.

She was so tired the next morning that she could barely stay awake while playing with Helaena and her children.

"You look exhausted." Helaena noted.

"I couldn't sleep last night."

"You need to tame the beast."

She had no idea what she was talking about, as with a lot of things Helaena says, but she appreciated the sentiment, too tired to try to make sense of it.

"Are you really ok?" She asked.

Elisa's eyes dropped to the floor and she handed Maelor another wooden block for the little tower he was building.

"My father is...difficult." Elisa sighed. "Hopefully there'll be some miracle and I'll be rid of him."

"You could come and live with us here in the palace?"

"I would greatly like to be able to spend more time with you." She smiled. "But I'm not sure my father would agree to it."

"It's worth the ask."

"I'm not sure I can ask him anything after yesterday. I fear his temper is still too high."

Helaena placed a hand on yours and smiled warmly. "You can stay here as long as you like."

Elisa held her hand. "I don't know what I would do without your friendship, Helaena."

It was slowly approaching sunset when she decided to sit in the gardens for a while. Her head was full of decisions and questions, and she needed some peace.

The sun was warn on her back and it calmed her immensely. This type of sun wasn't common back home and she wanted to make the most of it.

She thought of last night and the training she did. It was draining. She didn't know if she could do that again and be able to remain conscious the next day. She did, however, find herself wishing to spend more time with Prince Aemond.

He was a man of few words if he didn't have anything of worth to say, but he was one of few people she felt comfortable around despite his sometimes cold exterior. After last night, she supposed it was because she knew now that he was on her side, and his willingness to help her train gave her a new admiration for him.

Then her mind began to wander to his gracefulness with the blade and his piercing eye that could reach down to the farthest reaches of her soul if she let him. That eye of a beautiful sea foam green

She shifted where she sat and snapped herself out of it. She couldn't let herself entertain such thoughts.

Suddenly, she heard a bereft groan from behind her. She spun around in her seat and saw Aegon stirring in the bushes, clearly having just woken up from a drunken sleep.

"Aegon, what on earth are you doing here?"

"Oh, Elisa." He winced, shielding his eyes from the sunlight. "I may have had one too many pints."

"My name is Lady Elisana. Go and find your mother before she sends the guards out looking for you."

He propped himself up on one elbow. "You want to be rid of me so soon?"

She rolled her eyes and turned back around.

He stumbled to his feet and brushed the leaves from his tunic. "You could have been with me last night." He jeered, leaning toward her.

"I could also have been puking in my chambers, which would have been vastly more interesting."

"When did you become such a brick?" He replied. "You used to giggle at my advances."

"I grew up and realised that you're vile."

"You wouldn't think so if you sucked my cock."

"I would rather cut off my head than give you any." She scorned.

"My idiot brother annoying you Elisa?" Came Aemond's voice from beside them.

She didn't hear his footsteps at all.

"Oh look, it's the twat." Aegon groaned.

Elisa stood up, intending to leave, her peace clearly disturbed.

"Why don't you loosen up and we can take her together, hm?" Aegon continued. "She seems like the type to enjoy that."

Her face changed immediately at that comment and she back-handed him across the face, hard.

He grabbed her arm, but almost immediately, a blade appeared at Aegon's throat.

With a pause and a smile of contempt, he let go of her and Aemond stepped forward, pushing Aegon back with the tip of his sword.

"Fuck. Off." He said. Slow and raspy, like a snarl.

Aegon glared at his brother and glanced back at Elisa briefly before accepting defeat and sauntering away.

Aemond put away his sword and turned to her. "Are you alright?"

"Fine." She replied, both greatful and annoyed that he intervened. She wanted to do a lot more to Aegon that just slap him. "Your brothers a cunt."

He chuckled, not having heard such words from her before. "Yes he is."

"Next time I'll stab him in the neck and save you the trouble."

"I look forward to it." He smirked.

Elisa chuckled, seeing his expression. "You find me amusing?"

"I find your fire refreshing."

She felt herself blush slightly and brushed some dirt from her skirts in the hopes that he wouldn't notice. "My father would say otherwise."

"Your fathers a cunt."

She laughed. Aemond smiled at the sound, he hadn't heard it in a long time.

"You know, I have fond memories of our childhood, despite you boys being so obnoxious."

"Like the time you filled my boots with mud?"

"You remember that?"

"Mm." He replied.

"The mud was Aegon's idea, I only did it because he didn't have the balls."

Aemond huffed amusedly.

Across the garden, Alicent sat with her daughter as they embroidered and heard Elisa's laugh from a length away. She looked up and was just out of earshot of the conversation, but she saw the way they smiled at each other as they talked and she watched with an expression that could only be described as contentment. She rememebred how he looked at the Lady Elisa at dinner the night before and couldn't help but smile.

[bosskie]

Electrical Colours

Man, I was just looking at that Abe's Oddysee's good ending and those cool colours the lightning strike made Molluck have, so I kinda wanted to draw him like this again... This ain't a redraw though even it looks like one of my older pieces.

There's also a sketch I made for this to my sketchbook. I don't have a light pad but it helped me to do a cleaner sketch to the actual paper. But frankly, that older piece has bothered me because of the flaws I see... So, I kinda have still wanted to redraw it but more because I really enjoyed playing around the colours there! I just rarely use vivid/strong colours...

I haven't touched my watercolour palettes for 5 years... I just got plenty of watercolour paper, mostly unused pads, so I felt like I gotta do something about it. I'm not sure if I'm pleased with the colours or not. I would have liked to mess more with the colours but well... The tape I used wasn't good enough to stay in place, so this got 'wonky' but not too much. It's just whenever I use watercolours, the paper gets wavy... The tape does help but eh, it's quite usual that I damage the paper anyway... Welp, need to practice my watercolour skills.

I wasn't sure about the background but just painted the environment from the cutscene. But yeah, I must say that I'm not sure if I enjoyed painting this or not... That tape just pissed me off and my usual self-hatred hit me while working on this... But I still decided to finish this, even it required many hours to make but also patience since yeah, you gotta layer stuff and be careful with watercolours. I still see some flaws here and there but just got tired of painting the whole thing...

I just started to feel so awful about myself, yet again... Felt like I'm just some odd freak, should just end what I'm doing but well, also myself... Currently, I basically have no other life than Molluck since I'm free and alone... I also just keep feeling like a failure, keep telling myself how I wasted one year of my life when I was too depressed to do anything, I didn't even really draw during that year... I just felt so hard that I'll be nothing, I have no future, I won't ever get to the university... Everything was so black... I didn't believe in myself, at all... I still feel like I got no future, barely have any hope on myself... There somewhere I kinda wish to tear that painting I did but also like all the other drawings too... I'm still having hard time with tolerating my own creations, even I do love to create stuff... I more like just wish to create stuff and then just send them into the void and never see them again... This is basically the main reason why I tend to disable reblogs... I just cannot really stand seeing my own stuff...

I have just felt like that I should just end my whole Molluck thing... But there somewhere I see Molluck looking at me with sad eyes and telling me how he knows that I don't really wish to do it since I love him so much... It also feels insulting to him that I'm calling myself a freak because of the way I love him... I don't wish to hurt my dear Gluk, even I do have drawn him getting hurt but it's just what actually happened to him and I cannot deny that him getting the hit looks 'cool'... My life would be so empty without Molluck... Welp, he at least keeps me creating stuff since I just moment ago got yet another drawing idea that I feel like starting later today. Not sure if I make a proper drawing about it and what media I should even use but just something to my sketchbook at least. I just feel like I barely drew a thing if I didn't have Molluck... Dunno if my stuff is even worth making but well, I'm glad to waste my time on some fictional creature I keep dreaming of every single day...

I'm still trying to see my stuff in a better light but it's difficult... I didn't have much will to post this one but still did it. I just tend to feel like my stuff looks soulless, uninspiring, crappy, just not worth seeing... I'm still trying to keep posting my crap stuff, even it's difficult for me to believe in that anyone really enjoys seeing my stuff... It's just that my mind just keeps telling me that everyone just secretly hates me and just pretends to like me for whatever reason... I don't even know why I feel like this but it's just making my self-hatred worse, keeping me feeling like I'm just ruining everything, that everything would be better if I was gone or better, never even existed... I'm still trying to keep living, even if my only reason to live was to keep filling the world with Molluck crap love... I'm planning to try out sculpting a Molluck bust next week; gotta buy some art supplies first though, like a banding wheel. Been just joking about filling my home with Molluck sculptures... But yeah, a huge Molluck bust would be just nice, though it would be like 'real-life-sized' at that point! Yeah, I can say that I do have had ideas for big Molluck crafts... I could be able to do a big plush too but I got no resources for such...

Yeah, let's say that this stuff is basically for what I live... I don't really care if some people think that I'm a freak/weirdo/whatever, this is just who I am, and I can be no one else but me; it's just that me calling myself a freak is my problem... I also got some 'digital craft' ideas too, meaning programming and 3D stuff. Yeah, so many medias to work with... It would be just cool to do a VR/AR Molluck thing too! Yes, I am crazy about Molluck but it's not really harming anyone and it keeps me alive and creating stuff, so it's fine. I actually started to feel better after writing this stuff since well, there is so much cool Molluck stuff to do, even if I have difficulties with tolerating my stuff... I just love to create Molluck stuff, okay.

I don't wanna sound like I hated people liking my stuff, no. It's only a big surprise to me if someone really likes my stuff and I do appreciate all the positive things my stuff gets! I just wish that I could also see what you see when looking at my stuff... My problem is just that I tend to see only my flaws and therefore find my stuff as crappy... But I'm trying my best to learn to love myself and stop feeling like I'm just a failure that shouldn't exist... It's only me who has said those brutal things to myself...

I feel sorry for all this vent... It's just that I'm really fighting for my own life with my mind. So many times, I have just felt like ending this all... But here I am, even if my whole existence was a total waste after all... Yes, this is how I talk to myself during my worst moments... I hope that your self-talk ain't so awful!

[baldurs-gape]

Just want to say I love your work and I’m so excited for the next chapter of shores. You always have me hooked into whatever you are writing :”)

Nonnie, you are a hero in kindness. Please know I love you for being so kind to take the time and effort to come over from AO3 find this blog and leave this ask. Currently I'm writing chapter 13 of Shores and it will likely be 14 chapters long, maybe 15 if I get carried away (we don't mention that it was meant to be a 2k one-shot). But I babble. What I'm trying to say is thank you! You're a gem and have brought me so much joy with this ask. Please have some lighthearted silliness as a token of gratitude. Though if you'd prefer something darker and more gritty, drop me an ask and I'll gladly write that for you too (an ask is basically my excuse to write for someone whether it's a prompt or not).

The Bird, the Bear, and the Bastard

Some days at camp were straight up boring, there was no denying it. There was only so much that could be done in terms of reading, idly tidying around camp and sorting through their packs. Talking was all well and good but even that ran its course when people hit their limits of what they were willing to hare about themselves. Alas, sitting in silence was nice to a point but quickly lost its appeal.

"I'm bored," Astarion sighed for the third time in as many minutes. "You sure we can't take potions of flight and wrestle in the clouds?"

"First, you know that's not how it works. Second, that's such a waste of potions. We might need those later on." Tired of this argument, Gale didn't even bother looking up from his book. "I did offer to teach you a cantrip instead."

"You offend me by suggesting I need a cantrip to get my way. No, I don't want to waste time learning a silly little cantrip for something that already comes naturally to me." After a pause, he sighed wistfully. "I want to fly. And land with the grace of a butterfly rather than a speeding goose."

Book slamming shut, Gale stood up. The furstration in his movements was somewhat dampened by his knees creaking and protesting the sudden change of position.

"Right. Get your bedroll collection. All of it. Pillows, bags, anything soft and pile it overthere." He pointed to the clearest part of camp. When Astarion didn't move, he glared. "Now!"

It was a commanding voice that Astarion had only ever him use when casting and suddenly he perked up, doing as told. Whatever it was that Gale had planned, it was better than doing nothing all day. Within minutes his hoard of comforts was piled up and Gale added his own meagre collection to it. All in all, it looked like a giant bed, big enough for the whole camp to enjoy an orgy on if they wanted. Stepping on it and bouncing a little, Gale nodded to himself.

"Come along, we'll start small." Curiosity won out and Astarion followed only half a dozen steps away. Looking between him and the pile, Gale nodded again. "The landing should be soft, even if you don't land upright. I'll use a very gentle gust of wind to push you. Ready?"

No questions about whether Astarion wanted to do this or if he had any opinions about the matter. As if he would have refused, this sounded like fun.

"Do your worst."

The gust of wind hit Astarion, drove breath from his lungs as it picked him up and threw him back, landing on the soft spread of pillows and bed rolls with a thump. When he could draw a breath again, he laughed and stared up at the sky.

"Again!"

Dutifully, Gale waited until he was back in position and, at his nod, another gust of wind lifted him off the ground before the landing drew a little "oof". Grinning wide, Astarion scrambled to get back into position to go again.

As they repeated the game, things progressed. The distance from the pile got larger, the gusts of wind stronger. Astarion began scoring Gale's accuracy for throwing him into the middle of the pile while his own landings were graded in turn by Gale. They were in the middle of climbing a tree to add an element of height to their game when some of the others returned to camp from their own adventures.

"The little ones used to love being thrown about," Halsin said warmly. "So did I, until I got too big."

Wistful and a little sad, those were the emotions the others could hear in his little lament. It had Gale and Astarion exchanging looks and grinning.

"I'll grab a scroll," Astarion said and hopped out of the tree with feline grace. For once, Gale didn't argue about wasting valuable camp resources so frivolously.

While Astarion jogged to get it, he approached Halsin. "You know, nobody is ever too big or small, it's all in the skill of the one doing the throwing. I'll have you know, I'm very skilled."

"Little mage, you're welcome to try but don't be disheartened when it doesn't work."

All the same, Halsin let Gale position him some way from the pile as Astarion appeared with a scroll in hand. They waited until Gale had tidied up the pile, made sure it was safe for a heavier landing. When he nodded, Astarion lifted the scroll in preparation.

The gust of wind was strong, much stronger than expected and Halsin let out a whoop of a shout as he soared through the air and crashed into the pile of bedrolls. Mage hands supported his head and Gale stood at the side, hand still out from here he'd cast it. Standing up on legs which trembled from excitement, Halsin beamed wide.

"I think I know what scrolls I'll be on the lookout for from now on."

Sidling up to them, Astarion was biting his lip to hold back a smile. "I'll keep you in steady supply, don't worry. Now, want to see what else Gale can do with those mage hands?"

Eyes darkening, Halsin looked between the two and hummed. "It would be my honour."

[acciocriativity]

Birthday Miracle - PSH

Pairing: shy!Seonghwa x shy! reader

Genre: fluff, angst (a tiny bit)

Tags/Warnings: conversation about shyness; some self-doubt

WC: 1,9 k

Reblogs are highly appreciated. Thank you for reading!

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He's always been like that. There was a quiet shine to him that drew people in, but it was almost impossible to admire up close. Park Seonghwa is shy and sometimes quite intimidating, it was obvious since he joined KQ about 4 months ago.

As everyone decided to celebrate a few of fellow trainees' birthdays in April, including his, it was clear as day that he was on the reserved side.

"Should we go to the restaurant down the street this weekend?"

"The pork belly there is so good too."

"Yeah, it's been a while since we don't go together."

Yunho, Mingi, and Hongjoong were leading the conversation in one of the hallways, while the rest of us were listening and casually throwing in other suggestions.

Seonghwa was right across from me. He didn’t say anything, but he was attentive, focusing completely on who was speaking.

"The weekend then, is it good for everyone?", Hongjoong's voice was a bit louder, catching my attention once again.

There was a crowd of "Yeah" "Yes" and the next subject was a good time for all, 15 tired people that just needed some extra sleep, but decided to go out as soon as all of the classes ended.

"Shi-, we have to go, see yah all", Wooyoung left after checking his watch. He ran while waving and pulling Yeosang with him.

"I have to practice more for Mr. Yoon new choreography", San said, his mood dropping a bit.

Before he left, Seonghwa fixed his hair and Mingi patted his back.

Soon, one by one had to do something else and it was just me and him standing there.

"Have you made plans for your birthday yet?", I asked with a small smile on my face, but his attention was on the end of the hallway.

"Hm, no, not yet, it's a week day so, there won't be much time for that", he said and looked at me while at it, but his whole demeanor changed.

He didn't look at me in the eyes like the other ones. His posture changed, and he seemed to want to run away as fast as possible from there.

"I'm sure w-you can work something out to make it a little special."

I cursed myself for almost ruining the surprise.

"I'll try to."

I waited for something else, anything really that would keep the conversation going, but that was it. He clearly didn’t want to talk to me at all.

"You must be busy too, see you later.”

I heard the soft "Bye" behind me, but I didn't look back.

I hated to make him uncomfortable, but the few times we were left together, he didn't keep the conversation going and I wouldn't know what to say, the awkward silence was inevitable.

I was not as loud as most of them, nor it was easy to speak my mind, even less get close to people, especially when they have a friend group already. I'd probably still be eating alone if it wasn't for Woyoung befriending me last year, but I do try to get close to all of them, or at least, I think I do.

Should I just stop trying?, the thought was in my head for the rest of the day.

When the weekend came and most of us were all together in a 3-make-1 table, it wasn't going too different than I imagined. We all drank soda and ate as much as we could afford.

The table was way too large to maintain one single conversation going or to be able to listen to what someone was saying on the other side, so without realizing we split in groups to talk to whoever was closer.

At that moment, I sat between Wooyoung and Yeosang. I don't know why I did that to myself.

"Tell him I'm right, you know I'm right", Wooyoung was poking my side and whining.

"She does not lie, of course, she won't tell you you're right", Yeosang said, eating another dumpling.

"Has he ever been?", Hongjoong said, two sits away, and Wooyoung whined even more.

He mumbled something, but all the laughing was louder and I felt tears in my eyes, as I laughed harder. His face was priceless.

"Traitor", he turned away from us.

I genuinely didn't know if that was for me or Yeosang, but that lasted for at least 5 minutes until I bribed him with the last bit of kimchi I had.

I looked around the table with a small smile, just happy to be there and share that moment with them. It took me some time to shut down the loud voices around me and realize that Seonghwa wasn't there anymore.

I must have been staring at his empty chair, as someone nudged me.

"You good?", it was Yeosang.

“Just wondering, is he ok?”

"He's coming soon", he said and shrugged it off, because really, who goes home when your friend group orders more food?

The thing is, it's been almost 10 minutes, and no one really acknowledged it, too caught up in one of the few light moments we have together, I imagined.

It was dumb, but I got up with the excuse of buying ice cream, and I left the restaurant.

I thought he'd be nearby. He wouldn't just leave like that, and if it was an emergency, he would say something. But he wasn't near the front and I started to get worried. Did he feel sick or dizzy? Did he just go home feeling like that?

As I walked to the ice cream shop, many people passed by. The sun was setting down, the streets were getting busier and busier and almost let him slip right beside me.

"Seonghwa?", I said a bit louder than I intended, but he turned around, surprised with a bag in hand.

"Are you leaving early?", he looked around, searching for something, but then focused back on me.

"You beat me to it", I just pointed to his bag. "We are celebrating your birthday, you should not be the one paying today."

"Tsc, it's my treat for you all, don't get used to it too much", he was full on smiling now, the bag hanging in front of his body.

"You and Hongjoong are always paying for them, it's not me your money should be afraid of", I was smiling now, it was impossible not to when he was shining like that.

"Let's get going, shall we? Or this is going to melt before we eat it."

So we walked side by side, or at least we tried. As people passed by in a hurry, our sides were pressed together to try and create as much space for them as possible. As soon as he realized the touch, he started to walk in front of me.

"So, you suddenly remembered how much you love everyone and decided to forgive their annoying ass with a treat?"

He laughed.

"It was something like that, yes", he turned a little to his right where I was, a soft smile on his face.

By now, things get awkward, and the conversation dies, but I had a feeling it’d be different that time.

"Does it seem like it's been only 4 months?"

"Sometimes it does, other times... It seem like I've known you all for years."

“All of us?”, I whispered, but he heard it anyway.

He nodded and looked back at me, a confused expression in his face. But then the implication of my question became clear to him, as well as his red ears.

"I know we are not that close, but we are all friends, right? Unless yo-"

"Right, we are all friends, Seonghwa. I know it's not that easy for you, you know, to get close to people"

He stopped walking.

"Do you?", his voice got a little bit high, higher than I ever heard before.

Why was he so surprised?

"It's quite obvious", I said, and he got even more red, not only the tip of his ears but also his cheeks. "But it is for me too. If you were here last year, you'd have seen it."

"You seem so close to everyone tho", he mumbled, without looking at my eyes for longer than 5 seconds.

Maybe I shouldn't have said anything, I thought as I realized his body language changed little by little.

"But it took me a long time to open up to them. I've been here for almost a year", I said and pushed his back to keep walking with me. "I don't want to take that long to be closer to you tho."

"Y-you want to be close to me?", he said and looked at me with those big shiny eyes.

It didn’t feel intimidating to hold his stare. I analyzed his face quietly, him as a whole didn’t feel as intimidating anymore.

Again, why was he so surprised? Maybe he didn't notice, or maybe I didn't make as much of an effort as I thought.

"Of course I do, didn’t you say we were all friends?"

"I did, but still, I don't want you to be forc-"

He kept walking, but I held his arm.

"I think we need to talk about this misunderstanding", his eyes went to my hand touching him. I released his arm. "Sorry."

"It's fine", he said quickly. "So...", he looked for a place quiet enough, which there wasn't any at that moment.

"Later, but I want you to know that you didn't and won't bother me at all."

The cheers from our table were heard from anyone who walked past the restaurant, but I didn't care as much for the ice cream anymore.

4 days later, it was Seonghwa's birthday.

"Are you sure you forgot it there, not in your room?"

"I already searched there, if it's not in the studio, then we just go to the restaurant and I'll find it later."

We were walking fast to not get in the restaurant later than we were already. It was my fault, I took too long searching for my phone.

"How can you always forget everything?", he was half scolding me and half joking.

He didn't like the idea of being late, still, he jumped to help me as soon as I texted him.

Progress, it was a big progress in just 4 days.

"Don't listen to what they say about me, I don't forget stuff that often, who said it? It was Wooyoung, wasn't it?"

“Hm, suddenly I don’t remember anymore”, he was a bit tense because of the situation, but he smiled, which I considered as a win.

"I'll find out sooner or later."

We stopped in front of the dance studio. I was training in just 30 minutes ago.

The lights were off, and it was so quiet. I was surprised they made that miracle happen.

Seonghwa was conveniently in front of me, and he didn't hesitate to open the door and step inside.

The lights went on.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!", we all screamed together, and I heard a flash going off.

The sheer surprise in Seonghwa's face and everyone's smile, laughing and the cake raised high by San got captured in the photo.

It is crazy to look back at it and remember how we were back then.

"Something just came to mind", I said as we got into the restaurant where the boys were waiting.

"What is it?", Seonghwa nudged me.

The cheers were loud from our table, because the birthday boy had just arrived and we were about to drink until we couldn't stand anymore.

"What did you forget this time?", he stopped by the front door of the newly renovated restaurant.

"How old you are, I keep forgetting it everytime", I said and slipped in before he could catch me.

[pure-garbage]

Counter Tactics. And They Were Roommates...

Chapter Warnings: Violence, Injury

Lana slammed Zoro to the deck for the third time in a row. The strained grunt that escaped him drew a grumble from her that she tried and failed to hold back.

"One more," he panted.

"Can you even stand for another round?" Lana scowled.

"I'm fine. You can stop if you're getting tired," he insisted.

"Tired? Tch, you wish!"

Lana's bravado was highly transparent.

"I slept for a full week after I fought Kuma," he reminded her. "You won't hurt me, so stop pulling punches."

"If I'm the one pulling punches, why are you the one on the ground?" she huffed. Even so, she stood and waited for him to follow.

Lana knew better than to waste her breath trying to make Zoro take more time to recover. Best case, he would ignore her. Worst, they would end up arguing over it and go a few days without speaking. So rather than make any attempt at holding him back, Lana sparred with him. She didn't use her intuition to evade. Dodging around deck all day would have been a waste of time for both of them. She blocked instead, holding her ground against his assault.

'It's not my imagination. If he were recovered enough for this, he'd be mopping the floor with me like he always does.'

Their bout was short. Zoro went down yet again, driven belly-down between Lana and the ground. She could feel him wheezing beneath her, shaking from the duress of trying to keep up with her in his condition.

A spot of red at the corner of his mouth caught her eye, tearing a growl of frustration from her. She wiped the blood off his chin with a swipe of her thumb.

"Mm, I've never been killed so gently before," he teased her.

"Don't be a jerk. If you're coughing up blood, we're done here."

"Bit my tongue."

He stuck it out at her to demonstrate.

'Roll!'

"Nnng!"

Lana dug her elbow hard into his back, stopping him short of reversing their positions.

"Nice try, but no," Lana tsked. She pushed back to her feet, clasping his hand to pull him up with her.

"You got stronger while we weren't talking," he commented.

"Not talking to you freed up a lot of time for me," Lana teased, managing a smile.

"Hmph, I had no idea I was such a distraction for you. One more, let's go."

"Fine."

"You first this time," he requested, beckoning her with a finger. "Bring it."

Lana obliged him, half-hearted blows raining over him. Their fifth match wore on longer than the others. Zoro was pushing hard to beat her this time, even moreso than before.

'I hate seeing him in pain, but I do love that he never lets it stop him... even so, I wish he would be more practical! Would it kill him to rest a few days longer before diving back into training so hard?'

Lana sighed inwardly while Zoro missed a single step. She fell back, shaking her head to let him know the ruse didn't fool her.

'He'll drop.'

"Don't try it," Lana cautioned him. "It won't go as well as you think."

Even if he wanted to, it was too late for Zoro to stop his momentum. His no-sword Tatsu Maki was a dull blade, but it still hit hard as a steel strike.

Or it would have, if Lana's counter hadn't completely dispersed the attack.

'She did the same thing in reverse!' Zoro realized with alarm. 'The air current never had the chance to form!'

'Damn it, I'm open!' Lana realized. Off-balance from her poorly executed counter, she went down hard as Zoro swiftly seized the opportunity her momentary vulnerability presented.

"Neat trick... when did you figure that one out?" he managed past ragged breaths. This time, they were both winded.

"While I was fighting your shadow. I can counter your phoenix cannon bare-handed too."

"You can't!"

"Sure can."

"That zombie probably wasn't doing it right."

"I stole your sword-catch technique to pull it off," Lana told him.

"Oh yeah?"

"Go get your swords and I'll show you."

"Maybe... maybe later."

'That dragon twister took everything he had to pull off,' Lana realized. She could feel the fatigue rolling off him in waves. His exhaustion filled her with relief.

"You done now?" she chuckled, easily pulling free of his lax hold on her wrists. He slumped bonelessly over her, letting his head fall against her chest.

"Mm-hm," he hummed.

Lana heaved a sigh of relief.

"It's hot out here. Let's go inside," she urged.

"You go on. I'm good."

"You did too much if you can't even drag yourself off the deck," Lana chided gently, running her fingers through his hair idly.

"Hmph. I could move if I wanted to," he grumbled.

"Liar."

"The sun feels nice."

"It's gonna storm in about ten minutes."

"Really? How can you tell?"

"Nami's stopped sunbathing."

"Damn. Did she leave her chair out?"

"She did not."

"It'll be raining for a few hours at least, then," Zoro deduced.

"Yeah. Come on, Zoro, get up. Let's move."

"I'll just let the rain have me," he groaned.

"Idiot. I'll carry you in."

"Please don't."

"Stop me if you can," she challenged, rolling him off her so she could stand.

"It'll be like a long shower," he protested weakly at her feet. "Just think of how clean I'll get."

"Lana!" Nami called from the cabin. "You two need to wrap it up! We're about to get some hail!"

"Gotcha!"

Lana crouched and tugged Zoro until she managed to sit him up.

"Hail is great for training the body not to feel pain," Zoro lied.

"Shut up. Someone needs to train you to feel a little more pain," Lana snarked. "You wanna do this piggy back or bridal style?"

"Just drag me by my feet if you won't leave me out here."

"Bridal it is."

"Hold on, hold on! I can walk! I'm a little tired, not broken!" he protested, mild panic creeping into his tone as he warded her hands away with his.

"I'm pretty sure your broken bones haven't mended since last week, actually. Even you don't heal that fast," Lana corrected him. She tapped her foot impatiently while dark clouds rolled in rapidly and Zoro struggled upright, only to collapse to the deck again melodramatically.

"Come on, dummy," she scowled. "I've been grinning and bearing it all day, kicking your ass at your request. You know I haven't been enjoying myself. You owe me a little cooperation, Zoro."

His sigh of concession was drowned out by the rolling thunder overhead.

"Fine, but put me on your back," he muttered.

"That's more like it."

Lana obliged his request, rising easily from her crouch, even bearing his full weight.

'It wasn't too long ago, I couldn't make him budge. Now I could probably lug him for miles. It's amazing the difference a year of training can make.'

"That damned cook's not around, is he?" Zoro muttered at her ear.

"Sanji's still wrestling with the dumbwaiter. Seems like Luffy broke it, but good this time."

"Oh good."

Lana smiled a little at his concern. He wasn't wrong. Sanji wouldn't let him hear the end of it if he caught Lana carrying the swordsman.

"By the way, this is actually my room now," she informed him as they crossed the threshold of his cabin.

"That so?"

"Yep."

She let him flop onto the bed, shrugging his weight off with a soft sight.

"Since Brook's joined up, the Sunny's short a cabin," she said by way of explanation.

"Ah."

"Nami was actually the one who volunteered me, but..."

Lana tossed him a black button-up shirt that he made no attempt to catch. It landed draped over his head and Lana giggled at him when he left it there.

"... I didn't mind and I figured you wouldn't either."

"It's a tight space. Will all your stuff fit?" Zoro fretted, words muffled by the shirt. Lana eased down at his side, lifting a corner of the fabric to peek at his unamused expression.

"I don't have much, just clothes and knives," she assured him.

"Lots of clothes," he frowned.

"Less than you might think. I borrow a lot of stuff from Nami since we're the same size. Hey, wanna hear something funny?"

"Sure."

Lana pulled the shirt off his face and rolled him so she could slip it over his arms.

"Luffy asked Franky to build us bunk beds. To save space."

"Of course he did."

"Franky was so confused. I told him not to worry about it," Lana chuckled.

Outside, the sound of raindrops on the water slowly started to pick up. Clunks from on deck informed the pair that, unsurprisingly, Nami's forecast had been spot on. Zoro rolled back, carving a space for himself between Lana's legs and resting his head on her stomach. She hooked one leg over his waist, rubbing his back lazily while his breathing settled into a slow, deep rhythm. She thought he was already sleeping until he spoke.

"Lana?"

"Hm?"

"Thank you for sparring today. I could tell you didn't want to. I know I sucked and you were bored. I- ow! Hey!"

She pulled his hair a little and scowled down at him.

"Boredom wasn't the issue and you know it. If you're grateful, thank me for putting up with your complete disregard for your own well-being."

"I'm fine though."

"I know that."

"I trained today because I knew I could handle it."

"I know that too. But... knowing doesn't make it easier to watch. Do you understand?"

"I do."

He found her hand and laced his fingers through hers.

"Then... in that case, thanks for putting up with me."

"'S okay. It hurts to watch you when you're like this, but... you being like this is also one of the things I love about you."

"So complicated," Zoro tsked.

"Get some rest. Tomorrow, I'll kick your butt 'til you can't move again," Lana teased.

"I won that last fight."

"The only thing you won was a free ride."

"So mean."

"Don't be a baby."

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[gotbent]

I see all the ways you care and show me that you love me. All the little ways that you are sweet to me. It's hard for me not to see it, it seems so obvious that it is hard for me to belive you when you try and tell me you don't love me. Or that you don't love or care about anything. I could write such a long list on all the ways I see you show you care about people and things but this is my selfish list just for me. I'll add to it as I think of more things. There are so many little things. I see it every day. Even when you're tired and don't have the energy it still peaks through the cracks.

After giving me crap for how loud I was being eating my favorite chips and I'd stopped and put them away, hours later you said "you can eat your chips if you want, it's okay"

The way you worry about me every time I go out by myself.

And how you tell me to be safe when I drive.

Even when you tried to leave, you said we weren't going to talk anymore. You said you were gone forever. You sent me flowers on valentines day.

In fact every time you've tried to leave you haven't been able to do it. Even when I told you it was okay and that I'd let you and I wouldn't harass you. You properly cried for the first time in years. You asked me to sing runaway by Aurora. But you were crying and couldn't talk so you had to text it. And then you realized you didn't want to go and couldn't do it.

When you opened the package I sent and saw the pictures you immediately jumped up to put one in your wallet. I've never had anyone do that. I almost cried.

When my legs were all bruised from work you'd tell me you wanted to kiss them and seeing them made you sad.

You had a dream where I was 3-5 months pregnant with our child...

When you were drunk with your friend watching a football game you told him you were falling for someone and that you were in love with me. Then you drunk called me and told me how much you loved me multiple times. You said you told him what you did and when I asked what he said you said you didn't care and that you just needed to tell someone how you felt.

You drew me a heart with your tip...

You shaved your asshole for me... it's... so cute...

You've told me things you haven't told anyone else.

You tell me all of your dreams. That's always my favorite part of our days together, when we share our dreams.

When your laptop broke and you were so sad, one of the things you said was "with my laptop I could see all of you"

Mhm. Mhm.

When I got fired I think you were more angry than I was. And you told me it would be okay and that we would get through it together.

In February when you were again trying to leave I sent you a snapchat singing sia's Mr snowman Christmas song, this part "I want you to know that I'm never leaving 'Cause I'm Mrs. Snow, 'til death we'll be freezing Yeah, you are my home, my home for all seasons So come on, let's go Let's go below zero and hide from the sun I love you forever where we'll have some fun Yes, let's hit the North Pole and live happily Please, don't cry no tears now, it's Christmas, baby" and right at the "I love you forever" I looked right at the camera. Before blocking me for what I thought was going to be forever you saved that video.

"I don't know why but I want to smell you" you said something like that several times

The way you kind of care about my brothers. I know it's not me but for you I think all the things you say trying to give them advice and stuff. You care about them because you care about me. Even if it's only a little bit.

One time I said something like I want to do things with you because I love you and it made your cock twitch

When you said I couldn't disappoint you sexually, and that you feared you wouldn't fuck me good at times.

All the times you talked about how badly you wanted to get me pregnant...

Even if it's to tease me, the "shut it Kathleen" gif you made

🖕

When you tease me just to try and get me to call you a jerk

[depressos-world]

He says something hurtful during an argument

jimin:

you went to the studio to bring your boyfriend home. you knew that jimin was overworking himself due to the big comeback and you tried to talk to him about it and how you were worried about him but he would just brush you off and tell you that he is fine and you have nothing to worry about and you tried your best to not nag him so much and give him his space but it just kept getting worse each day to the point where he was coming home extremely late and He would only get a few hours of sleep. you drew the line when the members contacted you asking you to talk some sense into jimin and informing you how concerned they were due to the fact that he was barley eating.

when you arrived to the studio you went straight to the dance room. your palms were sweaty and your heart was racing you knew that jimin has a temper especially when he is upset and you didn't want to start an argument but you just want to get him home so he can eat properly and get some rest. when you got to the studio door you could hear music playing you took a deep breath and opened the door. when you saw jimin dancing your heart ached he looks so worn out and he had gotten smaller.

you yelled jimins name multiple times but he just kept dancing. you sighed getting aggravated you were just ready to go home and lay down. "Jimin!" you yelled again but he still didn't hear you. you finally had enough and went to the radio and turned it off. jimin turned to look at in your direction confused. "what are you doing here?" he asked frustrated "I'm here to bring you home jimin, you can come back and practice later you need to rest" jimin sighed annoyingly he didn't want to have this conversation again. you know he has this big comeback so he couldn't understand why you are interrupting him while he was trying to practice

"(y/n) I told you that I have get ready for the big comeback. Go home I'll be there soon" jimin said as he was walking towards the radio to turn the music back on but you stood in front of the radio preventing him to do so and you just stared at him with a soft and concern expression hoping that he would was just change his mind. "can you please move so I can continue what I was doing" you wanted to scream at him and tell him to stop being so stubborn and come home but that would only make the situation worse.

"no jimin it's time to come home. you look exhausted and you also have gotten smaller it's getting to the point where the members have to contact me to bring you home" you had to pause for a second to prevent yourself from breaking down in front of jimin you didn’t want him to see what he was doing to himself effected you badly. You opened your mouth to continue what you were saying but jimin stopped you.

“For fuck sakes I am tired of having this conversation with you! You have no idea what it is like to have so much pressure all you do is stay home all damn day and tell me what I should be doing god if I knew dating you would be this irritating I would just have chose someone else!” What jimin said hurt you but noting compares to the last part he said. It was silent for a moment the anger washed away from him when he saw the look of hurt on your face “jagi” before he can say something else you broke down you didn’t walk away, you didn’t scream how much you hate him because you didn’t you just stayed glued to the spot where you standing sobbing.

Jimin quickly took you into his arms cursing himself for hurting you he didn’t mean to say the things he said he was stressed, tired, and upset but that’s no excuse for what he said especially the last part it shocked him when those words came out of his mouth because he didn’t mean it he couldn’t see himself with anyone else. “I’m so so sorry (y/n), I didn’t mean any of the things I said. Jimins grip tightened around you like he was afraid you were gonna run away and he would never see you again.

“Especially the last part I don’t want anyone else you mean the world to me jagi please forgive me” jimin held your cheeks in his hands and wiped the tears with his thumbs you guys looked at each other for a moment. You didn’t have the energy to say anything and hearing him say he didn’t mean what he said made you feel a little better and you were just ready to go home. You sniffled and nod jimin sighed in relief and kissed you gently. “Come on let’s go home” jimin said. He knows it’s gonna take a lot to fix things but he is okay with just as long he still has you.

[ohifonlyx33]

sorry i just had to get this out of my system

even though i've made a poste like this before, I am still struck by the depth and poetry of Ryan O'Neal's songs

Keep your chin up, as you untangle God From cold blood and bruises We are X-rays of something broken

Wrists get tired rewriting futures Our bodies beg us to be creatures of habit

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"Fast-forward motion Will gracefully show The flickering story That all of our sketches unfold."

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When we were young Our words were innocent Whiter than snow, Awkward and slow.

Now when we speak, We risk an avalanche. But that's not enough now To reroute our plans.

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Change is slow, but I feel it taking shape Folding over us like waves On origami ocean tides, we sway Like blueprints constantly being rearranged

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So we wrestle with it all The concept of grace And the faithful concrete As it breaks our fall.

Like firewood, Burning bright In the dead of winter, By only a flicker We cling to this life.

We study our story arcs: Inherently good, Or were we broken right from the start?

Our hesitant fingerprints Trace every mountain, Lace every valley Until we're convinced That we know it all by heart Every blade of grass Bears our mark, In the name of being brave, Though it's just another word for being afraid.

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While collecting the stars, I connected the dots: I don't know who I am, but now I know who I'm not I'm just a curious speck that got caught up in orbit

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No one can unring this bell Unsound this alarm, unbreak my heart new God knows, I am dissonance Waiting to be swiftly pulled into tune

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We'll build new traditions in place of the old Cause life without revision will silence our souls

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Stitch by stitch, I tear apart If brokenness is a form of art I must be a poster child prodigy

Thread by thread, I come apart If brokenness is a work of art Surely this must be my masterpiece

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I had the most vivid dream My feet had left the ground I was floating to heaven But I could only look down My mind was heavy Running ragged With worst-case scenarios Emergency exits And the distance below I woke up so worried that the angels let go

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Bodies fashioned out of dirt and dust For a moment, we get to be glorious Ice sculptures, adorned in light Sand castles built tall, in between the tides I'm stuck swimming in shadows down here It's been forever since I came up for air Flashlight in hand, determined to find Authenticity only poetry could even begin To try to describe

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It is the calm water In the middle of an anxious sea Where heavy clouds part and the sunrise starts A fire in the deepest part of me So I let go and in this moment I can breathe

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Where there is light, a shadow appears The cause and effect when life interferes The same rule applies to goodness and grief For in our great sorrow, we learn what joy means

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It all spills out Reckless but honest words leave out my mouth Like kerosene on a flame of doubt I couldn't make it right Alarms will sound But it's too late for holy water now Sooner or later the fire dies down I'll open up my eyes again And I'll try and find the image of God In mountains made of ash and clouds of smoke

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She drew in her first breath, I learned what love meant And my heart, reconciled all the darkness and light inside my chest

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You begged and begged for some kind of change Maybe they'd wake up tomorrow and regret the pain That they've passed down to you like DNA But no luck, no luck It seems only by the hand of God or death Will they truly change their silhouettes For a miracle or a consequence You wait and wait

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"You're alive, quit acting like you're dead" Like a mirror, it spoke so clear "Don't you recognize the reason why you're here? To be enchanted."

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A bright sunrise through shattered glass A fountain of youth slipping through the cracks I drag my feet through perfect sand Toward a future I no longer understand

In the water, we remember That nothing, even death Lasts forever I want to swim, I want to swim, I want to try To trust in the mercy of the merciless tide My mother taught me all will be reconciled God, what a gift to be my mother's child

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Just a little longer Everything will make sense Broken things will be remade But what about the meantime? How do I ignore the signs that one day Everything I love will fade? I'm too tired to fight In a civil war of faith

There's some kind of Heaven Just around the corner And all this pain will be replaced With unimaginable grace

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I am the sail, the plank The mast that breaks and gets replaced I am remade, repaired, reshaped But somehow, still the same Even after every cell in my body changed I know my name

[orifumioshi]

At the end, I don't have any other place to ramble long texts aside here; It took me a while but I think I'm finally ready to put into words what Toriyama-sensei meant to me.

I was very young when DBZ was airing over here, I don't think I was even alive when DB aired and thanks to my great grandma dementia antecedents, I don't find it odd that I have a hard time trying to remember my childhood but I have this tiny bit of memory when I was about 5 or 6, watching the DBZ Majin Buu arc, specifically when Goten and Trunks were training to fuse, I was so excited and maybe I was trying the fusion dance by myself too and after the episode (episodes? can't recall if we got more than 1 ep per day) I was tired and took a nap with the good memory of the episode, when I woke up I found that my mom put a blanket on me and closed the curtains, it was nice.

On school, I had a hard time getting along with girls and instead, had boy friends who liked Dragon Ball and we would play we were DB charas and me despite being a girl would often pick Gohan or Mirai Trunks (don't ask me how the roleplay went because don't remember).

Between Digimon and Dragon Ball, I began to draw when I was about 7-8 years old and by then, I was already aware of kid Goku from the original DB series but never had the chance to watch the anime, instead it was another fun story:

Don't remember my age but by then I probably already watched all DBZ and I was shopping (probably at Walmart) with my mom and I saw a magazine (Manga of course, didn't knew what manga was back then xD) with kid Goku and Krillin on the cover, it as very cheap so my mom gladly bought it for me.

When we came home, I quickly took off the envelope and opened it the wrong way (as the baby I was, didn't knew how to read manga) but read it very happy, it was the first Dragon Ball thing my mom bought for me and I would even bring it to school to read it over and over again, it was the volume of the beginning of the tenkaichi budokai where we meet Tenshin-han and Chaozu and of course, I still have it in my hands and treasure it with all my heart.

Then, around the age I began to draw, colectionable cards were released and everytime I was given my allowance, I would buy cards although there were times when I didn't had money, my mom was kind and bought them for me. My friends also bought cards so it was a nice way to bond over, at the end, the only friends I had in school was thanks to Dragon Ball (I got bullied for liking Digimon "instead" of Pokemon so it was nice to have friends with at least one of my same interest).

Indirectly, Toriyama-sensei helped me to have friends, someone as shy and introverted like me was able to have friends and when I drew Goku in class, the other kids praised me (and some where jealous) and it helped me to have a little bit of self esteem, I owe Toriyama-sensei the feeling of being praised for something I drew!

One day my mom bought me an activity magazine of the Cell tournament and by tracing a Goku drawing from it and coloring (at my home) I cheated and told my friends that I drew it by myself; honestly I felt very proud of how I colored it and even my teacher praised me. Later I decided to try my own stuff and you might know or not, but I drew two saiyajins, a red and blue one; yes, I drew the Super Saiyajin God Red and Blue when I was 11 and I still can't believe it! Although, back then I was just thinking on making Saiyajins who would control fire and water. The amount of times DBZ aired in my country open TV are years worth of my very own live, even today open TV is airing DBZ (and DBS now too) and just the day the news spread, our open TV channel Azteca 7 aired a marathon of movies from 1:30 pm until midnight (with a break of 2 hours due a soccer match) and this week, we are getting the DBZ finale once again, I don't think I'm ready to rewatch carrying these feelings but I'll do my best.

You might be aware or not, but the very reason I began drawing was Digimon and Dragon Ball as stated before.

It was Dragon Ball what gave me friends and a somehow decent primary and middle school experience, it was great when all the kids (and I of course) would sing Chala-Head chala during break or try the fusion dance, even in my university years (less than 10 years ago) we would still do those things! For almost 30 years, Dragon Ball and Toriyama-sensei have been part of my life and I assure you, it will remain.

Regarding characters, I'm pretty sure I began to had my gay awaken with Android 18, she was so pretty in my eyes and even today, I'm jealous of Krillin. Also as I said before, I began watching DBZ before DB so I easily attached to Gohan, as a kid myself I was impressed by how he survived alone in the Saiyajin arc and constantly asked myself if I would even be able to do that and also became very fond of his relationship with Piccolo.

When Trunks arrived to kill Freeza, was a turning point in my life tbh; despite Freeza being very important, I never liked that arc (yes, I thank Freeza for giving us Super Saiyajin Goku but just that) so when he destroyed Freeza, I was extremely happy and immediately became my favorite. Mirai Trunks and Gohan are still my top favorite character even today along with the androids.

I suppose is no secret that we all know Piccolo was sensei's fav character so even today, I'm very happy SUPER HERO was made, I don't have proof but I don't have doubts either that THIS was the movie he always wanted to make, it felt to DB to the core and it quickly became one of my favorite movies; sure, Broly was a great movie too but at the end, I feel it was just Toriyama-sensei agreeing on making Broly canon rather than having fun with his very own characters which is why now I feel a very dear feeling towards SUPER HERO.

When DAIMA was announced, I was very happy to finally have something cute from the hand of Toriyama-sensei, I felt like he was finally given the freedom to make something for himself rather than for us and because of that very reason, I was (still am) looking forward to it! I can already hear the very same dude bros who complained that it wasn't "serious" or "cool" enough complaining again. I hope that now they can appreciate the series, sensei literally died working! Anniversary works don't need to be serious, they are meant to celebrate things and have fun os I really hope sensei was able to fulfill his work on DAIMA having fun.

I think I went a little far with my ramble (even going off track xD) so to resume, the impact Toriyama-sensei had not just in my artistic journey but in my life is irreplaceable, now Goku and co. are in our hands so we better take good care of then for him, thank you for the good memories sensei, I promise to keep doing my best and carry on your legacy by never forgetting what you gave us.

Lastly, I would like to scream something at hollywood and the AI dude bros: RESPECT TORIYAMA AKIRA-SENSEI WISHES OF NOT DOING A DRAGON BALL LIVE ACTION. DON'T YOU EVER DARE TO TOUCH DRAGON BALL FROM NOW ON AND IF YOU HAVE A LITTLE BIT OF RESPECT FOR HIS ART AND STORY, YOU WILL STOP GENERATING AI IMAGES OF HIS WORKS. THE BEST WAY TO HONOR HIM IS LEARNING TO DRAW! FUCKING DRAW SOMETHING AND STOP DOING THOSE STUPID "Check out how [insert DB chara here] looks in real life according to AI" SHIT BECAUSE THAT'S AN INSULT NOT JUST TO SENSEI BUT TO ALL THE ARTISTS IN THE WORLD AND THE ARTISTS HE, TORIYAMA-SENSEI INSPIRED. Thank you.