#i'm not sure if I'll ever get around to drawing any of these scenes so Im posting the outline

[ssahotchnerr]

I hope you meant it to be dropped here 🥺

So, about jealous Y/n: I had been thinking about this after seeing the episode where Beth (that runner-woman?) appears. I thought about the scene, with "y/n" either getting to know he was handed a paper with a number

Or maybe Aaron and "y/n" had been running together and Beth approaches without any care and reader just is like: 🤨 watching the interaction, lol

knowing you

🤭 cw; JEALOUS fem bau!reader, teasing banter (hehe r and aaron are sooo in love), suggestion/sex allusions (i'm blushing), based off of aaron and beth's first interaction in 7x10 wc; 1.3k

"Okay, okay." You panted, coming to a stop. You directed your voice forward, loud enough for Aaron to hear you, a few feet ahead. You resumed walking, slowly, hands on your hips. "Let's take a breather, yeah?"

"What's wrong?" Aaron asked as he met you halfway, a teasing smirk growing on his face. "Can't keep up?"

"I can keep up jus' fine." You insisted, still catching your breath. The afternoon breeze blew into your face, cooling the sheer layer of sweat that had collected. "Just... not for a prolonged amount of time. There's a," Another staggered breath, "difference."

"Is there?" He asked humorously. His chest rose up and down, regulating his own breathing as well. "I can easily go another mile or two.

"Fantastic. I'm so happy for you." You quipped sarcastically, causing him to laugh and a smile of your own pulling at your lips. "And that's why you're the one participating in the triathlon. Not me."

"You know..." He began proposing in a light tone of voice, eyebrows raised wittingly. "There's still time for you to sign up."

"You know, you're funny." You bantered back, a pained expression pulling onto your face at the mere thought. You shook your head, "I think my time is better spent cheering you on from the sidelines, along with the others. And then reviving you afterwards."

"Oh yeah?" He chuckled, a fondness in his eyes. All banter aside, he switched tactics, softening to a sweet sincereness. "I appreciate you accompanying me. Seriously. You know you don't have to run with me, although you do inspire me to persistent. Gotta impress you, keep you interested."

"Please, as if there's anything you could do to cause me to become uninterested." You poked a finger at his chest. "And if running means I get to spend an extra hour with you, I'll gladly accept. Besides, there's something in it for me too. Makes it all worth it."

"And what's that?"

You looked around, spotting a park vendor supplying drinks, playfully brushing his question aside. "Want a water?"

The warm glint in his eyes lingered, admirably amused. One that read: you were the most difficult person he'd ever met, but he wouldn't have it any other way. "Sure, sweetheart."

"I'll grab it," you began walking, "You stay here. Catch your breath."

Aaron grabbed your hand the moment you had stepped a foot away, smoothly drawing you back with just an equally suave grin. Once in reach, he placed his lips onto yours, interrupting your growing smile.

Your nose scrunched when the two of you parted, "You're all sweaty."

"That's never been a problem before." His smirk returned, the wet cowlicks draped over his forehead bringing a multitude of images to come to mind.

This is why you ran with him. You'd never deprive yourself the hot visual, one you'd never get tired of. The overexertion, the sweat, the defined athletic wear clinging onto his body, the heavy breathing too.

You playfully rolled your eyes, granting him another kiss before you trailed off. You steadied your breathing again, in attempt to slow your heart rate a second time.

Retrieving the waters couldn't have taken you more than five minutes: waiting in a small line, supplying cash, issuing a thank you. But when you turned back towards Aaron, your feet already moving to their own accord, you stopped short - suddenly. As he wasn't alone.

He was talking to some woman - brunette, in workout clothes of her own. Her backside was facing you, so you couldn't see any specific features; to determine who she was, a familiar face or not.

You tried to ignore the uncomfortable sensation of jealousy filling your body, drawing the conclusion that she wasn't an old friend rather quickly. It started from the bottom of your stomach, crawling up your spine, spreading widely to your limbs.

Could it be harmless? Sure, that's what you were telling yourself, until the woman in question handed him a small piece of paper. She began to retreat - finally - causing a breath of relief to escape you, until Aaron calls after her.

When she turns, you're able to see her face. She’s cute, all smiles and outwardly confident. She responds to whatever he said, follows it with a laugh, before continuing her jog. 

You bit your lip, returning to Aaron with a bit more urgency, your ponytail gliding swiftly between your shoulder blades.

"Here," You handed Aaron his water, your gaze moving past him and continuing to watch her leave. As if she can feel your stare, she looks back. Your eyes may have been playing tricks on you, but you could've sworn she gave you a cunning smirk.

Your jaw clenched, nothing but that red-hot jealousy overtaking you. It blocks out all of your surroundings - Aaron's going on about something, but you don't hear him. He's muted, fuzzy, far away. You don't realize he's talking to you until he says your name, with a tad more volume.

You startle, blinking, "Sorry, what?"

"I said, do you want to go again? Or we can take a slow, evenly-paced walk back." His lips turned upwards humorously, taking a drink. "More your speed."

He's attempting to resume the ongoing, fun banter to draw your focus elsewhere, knowing you.

"Who was that?"

"Oh, nobody." He shrugged, securing the cap. "She just, er, handed me this." He explained carefully, holding up a small piece of paper.

He did it quickly; again, making it as nonchalant as possible. But even at the heightened speed you're able to see her number scrawled across the surface.

You immediately impede forward-

"Sweetheart," Just as he expected - he grabs your arm, holding you back from any impending confrontation you were set on.

"She gave you her number?" You looked at him, perplexed. The audacity. "Did you see the way she looked at me? She probably saw us kiss and yet-"

"I know, I know." He comforted, his voice a deep contrast compared to yours, hardening the more you spoke. He can practically feel you vibrating in fury. "Hey, it's okay. I'm discarding it, of course." He crumbled it in his fist, "Have zero need for it."

"But that doesn't excuse what she just did." You try to look past him again, but he uses his body to shield your view. "And I don't like it. Not at all."

"You're right, it doesn't, but it's okay." Aaron presses a kiss to your forehead, muttering his next sentence into your skin. "I'm yours. Nothing changes that."

"Damn right you are," you huffed, crossing your arms. Despite the distance (she's almost long gone by now), you're at the ready to grab Aaron, to kiss him fiercely if she ever so lightly takes a peek back.

"Forget about it, and I don't mean that in a dismissive way. Look at me when I say this," He tossed the paper in the nearby trash, grabbing ahold of your shoulders instead. "I'm uninterested. Unfazed. Utterly in love with you and greatly anticipating showing you how much once we're in the privacy of home. Preferably in the shower, and then again in bed afterwards."

He manages to pry a smile out of you, a blush forming at your cheeks, although it doesn't dissolve your pout just yet. "But..."

"But what?" He asked gently as he releases his hold, swiping his thumb across your cheek soothingly.

"What if she can run faster than me." You mumbled pitifully. You said so half jokingly, half seriously.

Aaron laughed warmly, spanning an arm over your shoulders and pulling you directly to his chest. "I highly doubt that."

"You promise?"

"With every ounce of me."

[crayons-and-glitter-glue]

I think about Sun and Moon's original versions a LOT, and I don't get why people say they're not expressive!

Or perhaps, I do, and I just wanna ramble. Anyways! Big ol warning for lots of talking, some fursuit gifs and analyzation of body movement.

So, they have flat, immobile faceplates, right? Technically, yes!some argue that this makes them immediately inert and expressionless and opt to enhance their expressions. And this is a-okay! Do what you like!

But as someone who used to be a costumer, and wears a fursuit on occasion,

(Sorry, I love this gif so much)

BUT! When in a mascot costume, fursuit, or any other costume with a mask over one's face, the performer has to learn how to move in order to portray the emotions necessary for character engagement with the audience! Whether it's exaggerated head bobs, using your hands to talk, or making everything a bit of a spectacle, even the way you tilt your FACE can affect how you look.

Even MUPPETS do this with their limited range of expression. And we can easily draw those conclusions of how the boys were programmed to act in canon!

Take Sun's default animation in the daycare, just standing there.

It's very obvious here what he's trying to portray, and who his programmed audience is- little children! When costuming around little kids, you wanna use big gestures, and get on their level because you can seem HUGE AND SCARY to them! You wanna get down towards the ground, make big sweeping cartoon motions, and make sure all your movements are ROUNDED- not jabbing, sharp, or sudden- so that the kid isn't ever surprised, but rather delighted by your performance as a costumer. I'll show you an example by the amazing performer, Temba the Bat! (Made by Toxicoon, I believe.)

Big sweeping motions, slow without being too spooky, and generally friendly motions while swaying the head! Looks kinda similar right?

Another point is, though, these exaggerated motions don't really... turn off when feeling other things. Sun and Moon don't have a customer service mode, and that's WILD to me that their programming requires them to act like this all the time. Exhibit B: Sun's pain in the transformation scene.

He's making such exaggerated motions and movements to INDICATE he is in pain or holding something back. He's gripping his face like something is trying to come out of it, and even dramatically falls backwards to indicate a loss of control in his body. Whether the way the fall looks so cartoonist was intentionally programmed in, I couldn't tell you.

And then... there's Moon.

This is SO cartoon villain sequel, isn't it? The hands tapping delicately on the surface, the exaggerated head tilt, all of it is so wildly exaggerated in such a smooth way to let you know "Ah! I'm in danger! Great!"

And yet... he still is low to the ground. Still in that pose of going after someone SMALL. Performing for someone small. His evilness is almost completely exaggerated and, dare I say, fabricated by his programming. Of course, the virus probably had something to do with it but LIKE! Look at that range of motion!

Idk what the point of all this is, I just wanna say: it's totally understandable to make the boys super duper expressive in the artistic, flat 2d styles i see a lot!

But man I do hope someone draws them biblically accurate while expressing something else because that would be hilarious to see Sun throwing a temper tantrum by banging his fists on the ground and flailing while his face is just

:D

[mariclerc]

A late teenage dream☆ | cl16

Summary: In where you confess to Charles that he is your first love ever and how much that embarrasses you.

Warning: Nothing, just fluff Charles and him being lovely and patient as always.

Author note: Hi guys! I had thought a lot about writing this, because I think that many of us will feel identified with this topic, I personally feel very identified and I ended up crying like a dumbass. I hope you like it!

It was a fairly quiet night, you were lying in bed a little sleepy with blankets around you, next to you was Charles, his hand rested around your waist and with his fingers he made some circles in the area. His eyes were closed and to you, he looked like a Greek god or something. You have been dating for at least a year and every day feels very special and amazing with him.

"Mhmm... Charlie? I can't sleep." you said a little sleepily.

Charles opens one eye, and rests his warm, sleepy gaze on you.

"Anything on your mind, amore?" he said with a little smile on his face.

"It's just... sometimes I think about, you know... About us," you say with some hesitation.

Charles hums, drawing you closer to him.

"What about us, honey?"

"How we are... How you're... everything." you say quietly as you look down.

He nuzzles your neck, his breath tickling your skin.

"Everything? In what way, my little dreamer?"

"You're my first everything." you say quietly.

Charles tenses slightly, his brow furrowing in concern.

"Your first...? What do you mean, cara mia?"

"Well... My first date, my first boyfriend, my first kiss.... You're... all of that, Charles." I said as I looked down to twiddle my fingers, feeling very embarrassed.

He pulls back, his eyes searching yours. You see a flicker of surprise, then something softer, something understanding.

"I never knew princess. I... I thought maybe you were with someone before me... I mean, you're so beautiful, so kind, radiant. I couldn't imagine..." he says with a slightly husky voice.

You nod, a shy smile gracing your lips. "I've never had a date in high school. Guys just...didn't see me, I guess... Or maybe I was the one who didn't see them... Maybe I was a little shy and that's why I hid from the romantic scene." Your voice dips a little. "I used to think there was something wrong with me, you know? That I wasn't enough for anyone." You said as you looked away embarrassed, trying to ignore his soft gaze.

He cups your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing away a stray tear that escapes your eye. And the truth is that you were always the "spectator but never protagonist" type of girl, you always looked at your friends going out on dates, having their first kiss and they even told you the most intimate things about their relationships, somehow that made you question if there was something wrong with you and why no one ever asked you out on a date when you were 16.

"Never say that again baby! You are perfect, just as you are. And I'm so grateful you chose me, that I get the chance to be your first... I promise you, amore, I'll be sure it's the best fucking teenage dream you'll ever have." he said tenderly.

"You already have, Charles. Every touch, every smile... it's magic." you say while your eyes were shining.

He leans in, his lips meeting yours in a soft, lingering kiss. It's slow, gentle, filled with a sweetness that makes your heart soar. As you melt into his embrace, you know he's right. This isn't just any relationship; it's a love story written in stolen glances, whispered promises, and the gentle unfolding of a first love.

You started to think for a few moments while he was kissing you... Is this how your friends felt about their boyfriends when they were 16? Did they have that tingling sensation through their veins every time they looked at them? Every time their boyfriends looked at them like Charles looks at you? Chances are, they were also feeling like you are doing right now, and even though your teenage love didn't come just when it was supposed to happen, it came at the perfect time for you! You really liked the idea that Charles was the right one for this experience. And somehow, at 23, it feels like the most perfect teenage dream come true.

As you pull away, a breathless laugh escapes your lips. "You were right," you say with a big smile. "This is better than any teenage dream I could've imagined."

Charles smiles, his eyes mirroring your own joy. "Good," he says, pulling you close again. "Because this is just the beginning, baby. Our very own love story."

And as he kisses you again, the lines between a teenage dream and real love begin to blur. This is your first love, but it's also a love story that transcends age and experience. It's a love that feels like coming home, a love that promises forever, and a love that you know, in your heart, will be worth every wait... It may have arrived a little later than expected, but it was worth every second of the wait.

[pikahlua]

Wait pika do you really mean don't ask you about predictions? Some of my favourite Tumblr posts of all time are your thoughts, theories and predictions! :((

Please sleep also, but when you can let us know what's going on in that head of yours. I'm desperate for someone with a brain cell to discuss this chapter! (Twitter is a cesspit)

I mean, you can ask lol. I just sometimes get these vague "any predictions?" asks and it's like, YES. YES I HAVE SOME. BUT IT'S FAR TOO MANY TO JUST LIST LIKE THAT, CAN YOU PLEASE BE MORE SPECIFIC?

Okay, I'll tell you about my thoughts.

This is a new frame of the scene in chapter 1. This perspective doesn't exist as a drawing in chapter 1, but we know pretty easily what this scene was about. Why is Horikoshi putting the scene here though? Why does this scene have the line "Let go of One For All"? Why not draw Kudou saying it, or Izuku's reaction to it? Is it because this is a memory of the scene where Izuku receives OFA, so giving OFA up is coming around full circle to this moment again?

I don't think so.

This is not the moment where All Might proclaims "you are worthy of inheriting my power" and Izuku looks up in shock. This is the moment where All Might says the words Izuku has longed to hear his whole life: "You can become a hero."

We're coming back to this moment now because the emphasis is on Izuku's upcoming choice. This is about the MEANING Izuku places in OFA. All Might told Izuku "you can't become a hero without a quirk," then shows up to tell Izuku he can become a hero...by giving him his quirk.

To Izuku, letting go of One For All is sacrificing his greatest dream. He believes by giving up One For All, he can no longer be a hero. Even though there have been moments where All Might let on that the reason Izuku deserves to have OFA is because he's already a hero, Izuku never seems to internalize that answer. He thinks his heroism is tied to being the bearer of One For All.

No one has ever told Izuku he can be a hero without a quirk.

I said before I had a big guess about why Katsuki's memory was wiped at the end of Heroes Rising. Notably, he is allowed to remember most of what happens. His memory cuts off from the moment Izuku passed One For All onto him. Do you remember what Katsuki said after he got OFA?

"This is the end of your dream then, too, huh?"

That's the last thing he ever says on the matter. Sure, it's the moment where Izuku answers with "It's okay if it's you" and all that, but Katsuki never responds to that. We don't know what he's thinking about this moment.

The only clue we have is the fact that he accepted the quirk from Izuku, and how he reacted to that. He seems quite upset by the prospect, but in the end he relents and accepts OFA willingly.

Perhaps the issue he is grappling with in his heart in these moments is not the fact that he has to inherit OFA but that Izuku has to lose it. Which means...the reason he loses his memory is because his reaction is important. It's a moment we will have in the manga, which makes it a spoiler.

We've never heard Katsuki tell Izuku what he thinks of quirklessness now. All he's ever told Izuku is that way back when, he thought it meant Izuku was supposed to be beneath him. He doesn't even tell Izuku why he felt like somehow Izuku was actually above him.

He's also only ever told Izuku his actions were correct ever since he received One For All, nothing about before.

I think Katsuki's reaction to Izuku losing OFA--which could come before the final battle or after--will have to be about his feelings regarding Izuku's quirklessness. I think Izuku is going to be incredibly hurt by losing One For All because he'll think he has lost his dream, and Katsuki is going to have to set him right, because only Katsuki knew who Izuku was before he had One For All. All Might is the only other person who had at best a glimpse of Izuku.

I think Katsuki has been coming to terms with just how special Izuku is, how heroic he always has been, and that he's the only one capable of acknowledging it in a way Izuku will be able to hear because he knew Izuku before he got One For All. I think he's been grappling with this possibility ever since DvK2.

And I think he grapples with it again in Katsuki Bakugou: Rising.

In the same way Izuku saw something great in Katsuki that he wanted to cling to so he could see what Katsuki would one day become, Katsuki has always seen something great in Izuku, which awed and scared him. Their greatest divide was in not knowing what greatness the other saw in them. Katsuki has to tell Izuku what Izuku is to him.

Katsuki has to tell Izuku the words he's always wanted to hear, that he can be a hero, quirk or no, that Izuku always has been a hero, more than anybody else. Katsuki knows the truth of it firsthand.

[intimidating-fettuccine]

Can i request headcanons for helen, BEN, and jeff with a reader that does photography

I've technically written Helen and Jeff both before, but they're both old and don't have much substance, so I'm gonna go for my rare decision of rewriting both of them. I'll still link to the old asks though.

Jeff with a crime scene photographer| Jeff with a photography major s/o| Helen with a photographer s/o

I think those are pretty outdated, so I just wanna give a newer answer :)

Helen:

I stand by my previous answer that Helen, in his love for art, enjoys viewing photography, but doesn't enjoy taking photos himself because he prefers to feel the art, but he will absolutely be engaged in your own photography. Whenever you've been out taking photos he always asks to see how they came out, and I can see him actually using his favorites of your photos as references for drawings or paintings. He understands photography theory, and while he doesn't love doing it himself, I think he'd for sure give you some pointers if you asked for them, and I still think if you're interested in landscape photography he'd take you to all of his favorite spots with good views to make sure you can find some good places. I previously said Helen hates having his photo taken, and while I no longer abide by that, I do still think you're the only person he'd let photograph him. He volunteers himself very easily to act as a model if you need him to, for practice or just to take some photos of him, and he's a very good model for you. He'll wear whatever clothing you'd like, and he's incredibly expressive, showing more emotion than he normally would depending on what kind of shots you're going for, and he makes for a great test subject if you want to practice shooting in specific locations. He always praises you for your work because he thinks you're an incredible photographer, but if you ever praise him for his work as a model that he'd get quite flustered about it. Helen loves helping you out in any way that he can, as not only a fellow artist, but as your partner.

BEN:

BEN himself absolutely loves photography. He likes taking his own pictures of different things, although he's never really had the practice or advice of taking them with someone much more practiced in photography, and I think he'd like taking photos alongside you. I mean, I can see him buying a really nice camera just so he can take better photos alongside you instead of just using his phone camera. He asks you for advice a lot, and he's always really excited when you give him pointers. I can see him going out when you're both apart and trying to take a bunch of photos so that he can show you them when you see each other next so that he can ask you if there's anything he can do better, but also just to see if you like them, and of course you do. It always makes him so giddy and excited when you praise his photography, since he has such high respect for you as a photographer, so it feels so special when you tell him he's doing a good job. I can also see him just asking to accompany you out while you're out so he can watch you at work, one so he can see how you do stuff, and two because he just loves watching you take photos because he thinks you look so attractive when you're focused on your photos. Even if you're taking photos of other people, he'll go into his ghostly form and hide from them just so he can get a shot at your talent in action. He thinks you're the most talented photographer in the whole world, and I absolutely see him printing off a bunch of your photos and hanging them in his room so he can always look at them and think of you.

Jeff:

Jeff is so, so incredibly impressed with all of your photos, regardless of their quality, because he feels he's always sucked at taking pictures and he thinks that yours are just absolutely incredible. Like with BEN, I think he likes following you around whenever you're out and about taking photos of things, and he always offers to carry any of your equipment for you so he can try and be useful while he's at it. I think while you're taking pictures of whatever your subject matter is, Jeff tries to take pictures of you. He loves how much effort you put into your work, and he likes trying to capture that in a photo, especially if you're surrounded by beautiful scenery while you're out taking photos, and he does start to get better at picture taking while he does this over time. I said in a previous ask that Jeff's stipulation for you taking pictures of him was that you have to be in them too, and while I think that's true for any photos you might share, I think when he trusts you fully that he'd let you use him as a model on the condition only the two of you see the photos. He's so self-conscious of his appearance, but you always praise him and say he looks wonderful, so he does it for you because seeing you happy makes him happy (but if you break your promise to him he will never let you take another photo of him again, so, ya know, keep being extra sweet and good to him). He's always in awe and wonder at your photos, and quite honestly when he sees the photos you take of him he feels like he's looking at someone else with how great they look. He just loves you so much and being a part of your passion makes him feel so honored.

[mitsuidaisuki]

I finally got around to watching P5, ofc I had to draw my fav 🥺 Not sure if I'll finish it, since it's just a sketch, but I so very much wanna draw more Risotto's (and Proscuitto's for that matter)❤️

The last time I read the manga was around 2009, and since then P5 always stuck with me. Back then I was hoping for an anime adaptation so badly, but it was looking dire. I remember playing the PS2 Vento Aureo game hours on end to get my fill, and buying discounted figures at a con for €1 each because no one knew what Jojo was (let alone part 5) and no one had any interest in buying ugly 10 old merch from the late 90s/early 00s.

Either way, my hype for Jojo subsided over the years and long story short, I finally got around to watching the anime recently and everything just came back to me lol. I love this series to death. Risotto and Proscuitto have always been my favorite ever since first having read the manga, and I still love them so much and wish they got more screentime. The anime added more scenes with them which is already a blessing, but I'm still craving for more so fanart time it is 🥹❤️

[jccatstudios]

what are some scenes of soc you plan on drawing? like do you want to skip to some specific parts? or will you keep going in order and stop after a few chapters?

any way, your work is amazing and I'm looking forward to your posts!

For this specific project, my plans are always to, at the very least, finish the chapter I'm working on. I like to finish what I start, so I try to hold myself accountable to see the chapter through. From the very start, my plan has never been to do the entire book/series, because that would take forever to do as a hobby with all the other work I have going on. So, for now, my plans are to see out Chapter 3 to the end.

As for what comes after Chapter 3, I'm not sure! Chapter 4 is a relatively short chapter, so I'd like to do it once I'm done with this one, but I won't promise that. This project is something I just planned to do until I graduate college, and next year is my senior year. There's definitely a lot I need to do outside of my classwork before I graduate, especially when it comes to finding professional work in my industry. I don't know if I'll still have time to dedicate to the next chapter. I'm sure I'll come to some sort of decision when the time comes.

As for if I'd ever skip around, probably not but maybe! I've been thinking about doing certain scenes that I'd never get to if I went in order, but that's still up in the air. I don't know, lots of things I don't want to promise or commit to just yet.

I think I've said this a million times (because it's true!) but I would absolutely love to draw the full series. I'm still so passionate about the adaptation, and I think it needs to exist. That's why I'm making my version of it, after all. We'll just have to see what the future holds for the project. I hope it's good!

[heartfullofleeches]

Spill

Immortal Male Yan + G.N Criminal Reader

Summary: You kidnapped him to get some information about a shared friend, but he won't give in so easily

Warnings: Sadomasochism themes, violence, slightly suggestive scene

Good little Silas.

Always keeps every word someone says to him.

It's his job afterall - one no-one else in the entire world could full. You see, Silas knew the secrets of a lot of dangerous people. The type of series others would die, or even kill for. Why would these people trust a scrawny, pathetic looking guy like him? It's simple really. He has a bigger secret than all of them combined.

He couldn't die.

It was really hard to convince his boss of his usefulness at first. His buddies put a bullet through his skull and tossed him into the trash out back before he could demonstrate himself. Didn't even buy him dinner before hand. Assholes. Coming back after having his brains splattered on his soon to be employer's did wonders for his credibility. He was mostly used as a living meat shield early on, but with his resilience to wounds and the pain they may cause his boss become more relaxed around him. He had proven worth plus is anyone ever caught wind of their ties and kidnapped him Silas would never saw a thing. He was the perfect lapdog.

After that he pretty much became an outlet for everyone's tales. From little white lights to infidelity, murder, and every other sin in the book. Sweet Silas would do his to lean an ear and give input when requested. By the end of the year Silas had enough information to get everyone involved arrested, murdered, or whatever else might happen if he let any details slip. He could easily save the lives of innocent people, but he had a bigger prey to catch than the fleeting high of justice.

After all, a good boy might go to the police, and he was no good boy.

-

Silas greedily gulps down tablespoons of water as the glass clacks against his teeth.

"Feeling better?"

"Mhm..."

A backhand soars across his face.

"Good."

Silas' head hangs at an awkward angle from the force, red stained saliva dribbling down his lips. He bite into the lower one to avoid making a sound. Normally he'd hold his captor to the same standards as his friends in regards to filling his stomach with something other than water before smacking him around, but this was no ordinary kidnapper. They were intoxicating, threatening, the exact type of person he'd love to...

Ugh, he's getting carried away again.

Best not to do that while he's still playing an innocent victim, especially in front of his Doll. Just a single week before his employment, Silas fell in love. The culprit of his stolen heart was a crook committing another robbery that night, the two's paths crossed in an alley behind the bank. No questions asked, his future spouse stabbed him directly in his chest before they fled the scene. That boldness almost made them an optional playmate, but that hint of guilt in their eyes swept him off his feet. Researching them only made him fall madder in love. He would do anything to have them.

"I don't want to hurt you. Just tell me code to his safe and I'll let you go.

Facing away, Silas is fully able to roll his eyes. At least threaten his life if he speaks while you're at it.

"Please... I really don't know what you're talking about. I'm just a waiter!" He fights in his restraints and sobs with wide eyes, hoping to sell the act anc draw attention away from his lower body. Pitching a tent right in front of his doll on their first meeting was rather embarrassing. You snarl as you pick up your knife.

"Just tell me what I want to know!"

You're so pretty when you scream. Silas can't wait for his turn to play. He holds it isn't too long so he can take a picture of his wounds and mirror them on you so you'll have matching scars. Sure he'll have to redo his now and then, but the photos you take at your wedding won't know that.

You ghost the blade down along his neck. Silas swallows to feel its point and prevent himself from choking on the blood collecting in his mouth. He wants to act just a little longer - but you're making it so hard teasing him like that. He repeats his scripted moto in his head like a pray as you drag the knife down his chest.

Scream. Cry. Scream. Cry. Ah-

Your eyes grow to the size of dinner plates as the tiny moan sounds within the empty room. It's not a whimper you're used to, but one of pure unadulterated lust. "Did.. you just."

No going back now. So much for that.

"Guess I just can't help it, Dolly. You're too fucking irresponsible. I know you wanna hurt me, but since I love you so much I wanna let you in on a little secret. You can hurt me, but you can't kill me. Break me apart if you don't believe me. I'll be back tomorrow to take what's mine."

You step back as he erupts into a fit of shrill laughter. "That bastard- Always hiring the freaks. I can't believe he ditch me for someone like you."

His laughter stops. That's a secret his boss never shared with him. That old fuck would've been dead long before then if he had.

"Ohh, did he do something to hurt you? That changes everything. I'll give you whatever you want to know down to his house code if you let me have first cut."

"Why would you help me?"

"I already told you, Doll." Silas stands up and drops the cuffs to the ground, dislocated bones bopping back into place as he flexes. "I love ya, and I'm gonna make sure whoever's hurt you pays. Got this job just to help you out anyway. Issue is if you want me to spill the beans without a few dates first you gotta spilling my guts on the floor as my spit spills down your pretty throat."

[ffruitsalad]

Fable SMP Commission Experience 7/7 + Bonus Images!

In this section, I'll be sharing sketches from what I call "Scene 6: Finale," which includes the moment Centross looks up at Fable up to the conclusion. Also included are some thank yous and some bonus images!

"Centross smiles at Fable. Centross pulls Fable close into a hug, stabbing through Centross' heart. Centross looks up across the cave."

In the colored version, I believe John was the one who added some purple in the eyes of Centross looking up! Very nice touch! It makes Centross look more like the one in control of how the fight will go.

When Centross gets impaled by the sword, I wanted to make sure to get a good shot of it going though his chest with some blood on the blade, especially the dribbling bits.

"The reaver is flung spinning across the cave towards both of them. It impales through Fable. A golden light glows around Fable and is sucked into the reaver. Blood begins to ooze from Fable’s wound for the first time ever. He is stripped of his immortality."

This is the big one! I was trying to figure out how best to portray the light absorbed by the Reaver. I settled for a crackling energy, kind of like Zeus and his lightning bolts!

In the final, I emphasized the impact of the Reaver through Fable with blood spurting from his mouth. His body is hazy near his waist because I wanted to show that the borders of his physical body were beginning to dissolve.

I'm not sure if this was an intentional part on the writers' ends, but I'm a big fan of how this scene is a direct contrast to Centross and the souls! The contrast between purple energy being given vs yellow energy being taken...cinema.

In the final, I snuck in a hazy image of a skull on the Reaver's gem as a little bit of a treat!

"Centross headbutts Fable, who falls backwards, stunned. Centross shakily stands to his feet..."

An unused close-up of a teary, bloody, sweaty Fable. He has been undone! He's never had to keep track of so many fluids before!

It completely slipped my mind to draw in the headbutt scene, so I mostly worked it in digital.

"A loud heart thumps as part of Centross becomes stardust... More of him becomes stardust..."

The doodles are a bit lackluster, but I knew that I wanted this sequences to be very colorful and luminescent with a hazy brush. The scene transitions back to the smooth brush in order to show that the action has mostly calmed down.

"He looks towards Icarus... He turns to Fable."

For the frame Icarus is in, I wanted to make sure to emphasize his distress, confusion, and sadness. Lots of tears and furrowed brows.

For the frame Fable is in, I wanted to emphasize the loss of his immortality and pride. He's on the floor, nursing a new wound and drained of power and life.

"His body is almost fully stardust...Blackness...Centross’ eyes flutter open, glowing violet irises and pitch black scleras."

His face was not at all legible in the sketch. I wanted his eyes to look like they were beginning to close, but it wasn't reading well in digital. I'm much happier with the final product.

Although Centross is inhabiting a void, I still wanted there to be a sense of space and emptiness, so I layered some thick black brushstrokes in an overlapping pattern in the final.

Last Words:

I understand that these past few posts have been very lengthy! I don't expect anyone to read ALL of my notes (but if you did, holy smokes, many thanks). These are just mostly here for me to practice explaining my creative choices.

This project had a pretty tight deadline (a little under a month), but I feel like our team was very efficient and responsible about getting the work done in time! A little pressure goes a long way.

I'm thinking of opening up commissions or a small print shop in the future! I'll be sure to make an announcement for when that happens.

I'm very open to any future Fable SMP projects or collaborations! You guys are all very lovely and creative, and I always like hearing about new projects.

And now, some thanks!

Thank you to Centross for the opportunity to create this cutscene! It was really fun showing you my sketches and getting your feedback on them. This project really helped me flex my art muscles, and I'm grateful to have met you and become friends!

Thank you to @strawberripine for keeping me company in the wee hours of the night as I was trying to finalize in digital! Your presence helped me to keep focus and not sweat about the small stuff!

Thank you to @sherbertquake56 for editing the scenes into a finalized product! It was really cool to see how the visuals and audio flowed together!

Thank you to @johnyyyyyboy, who put in a ton of work on backgrounds and lighting! It really helped to elevate all the action that was occurring!

Thank you to the Fable cast members for the kind words of support throughout the process! You all are a lovely creative bunch, and I'm sorry that when I met some of you in person, I was having a bit of trouble engaging in conversation!

Last but not least, thank you to the Fable SMP audience for enjoying the cutscene! A lot of work was put into it, and it was very gratifying to see everyone's reactions in real time! You all have a nice community, and it's so cool to see everyone's cosplays, fanart, fanfiction, etc.

Until the next time I crawl out from my cave,

Fruit 💙

[igotbloodonmyhands]

Alive / Part XII

Trigger warnings: Explicit sexual content in the form of a handjob. (I pray that my parents will never find my blog, Annie, ich weiß, dass du das hier lesen wirst. Kein. Einziges. Wort. Sonst werf ich dich ausm Fenster. Das gilt auch für dich, Milena. :)) Notes: This is my first ever attempt at smut, so sorry if it's awkward to read. I also have no idea how to conjugate "Lay", so sorry to all the English majors out there. Word count: 668

They stayed on that hill for hours. Barely talking, just looking at the sky and sea in silence, enjoying the moment together.

The sun started to set, the sky painted in a deep gold, the sunrays making the scene look etheral, like sunlight pouring out of a hundred broken urns.

When they got home, the house was still empty (Molly knew they'd need some time to get it going, so she made sure they'd have their peace)

"I'm gonna take a shower", Ghost announced. Soap plopped down on the bed. "Have fun"

Ten minutes later, Ghost stepped out the bathroom, blond locks wet, his bare torso bathed in the golden sunlight, a towel slung over his hips. "Looking good, lt", Soap smirked. Ghost grumbled and sat down on the bed. "Shut it" He lay down next to Soap, the towel dangerously low on his hips. Soap peered down. He was unsure, but he really wanted to. "Can I?", he asked quietly. Ghost swallowed, then nodded. Very, very slowly and gently Soap pulled away the towel, eyes fixed on Ghosts cock. "Not bad, lt". It was already half hard. He looked at Ghost again, checking for any sign of discomfort. He didn't find any, his eyes half lidded and it seemed like he was holding his breath. With a featherlight touch Soap ran his fingertips over it, cataloging every ridge and vein. Ghost let out a shuddering breath. "That sensitive, huh?", Soap teased. Ghost just nodded. "Please, stop teasing me", he whispered. Soap raised an eyebrow. "Yes sir" Soap leaned over the bed, grabbing a small bottle of lube from the nightstand, squirting a bit on his hand before wrapping it around Ghosts cock. He really was sensitive, letting out a small gasp at the sensation. Soap took this as a sign to take up the pace, tightening his hand and rubbing his thumb over the red tip. "Does it feel good?", he looked at Ghost whose eyes were fixed on Soaps hand around his cock, biting his lower lip to supress the sounds threatening to escape him. "Simon?", he asked again. Ghost nodded, eyes lidded. Soap chuckled. "Usually I'd have you say it loud, but I'm gonna let it slide". He continued at the same pace for a few minutes, letting Ghost get used to the sensation. He seemed to enjoy it quite a lot. A grin spread on his face as Ghosts subconsciously thrust his hips upwards, and he sped up and tightened his hand, drawing a small gasp from him. He gripped he sheets, his knuckles white. "Wanna hold my hand?", Soap asked, to which Ghost only nodded, grabbing his hand and squeezing it. His breathing got more erratic, and Soap could feel his cock twitch in his hand. "You're gonna come, Simon?", Soap cooed. "Y-yes", Ghost gasped. "Go on then", he whispered. Ghost let out a strangled whimper, squeezing Soaps hand tightly, white ropes soaking Soaps hand. His thighs trembled and he was breathing as if he'd run a marathon. Soap pressed a kiss on Ghosts forehead, getting up to get a wash cloth. Gently and carefully he wiped his body down. "Thank you", Ghost whispered. Soap grinned. "Did you like it?" Ghost nodded. "Then I guess it's a job well done, no need to thank me" He smiled. "I'm gonna shower" "Wait!", Ghost said, slowly getting up. "Give me a second, and I'll return the favour", he mumbled, hands shaking slightly as he reached for Soaps pants. "No no no, Simon, stop", Soap grabbed his hands. "There is no favour to return, you don't owe me anything", he looked Ghost in the eyes. "I want you to know that. I love you. You don't owe me. I choose to make you feel good. It's not a debt. We're not in a rush. We can take as much time as you want and need." Ghost nodded and sat back down on the bed. Soap smiled.

"Sleep a bit. I'll be there when you wake up"

Notes: Sorry that it took so long, I had to stop various times to stop cringing. It's also quite awkward writing this stuff in class. Anyway, I'm omw to bathe in holy water.

[incorrectshantaequotes]

MINI-TRANSCRIPT: Hypothetically Speaking

So - had an idea for a comic, kinda like the one I did for the Reversal AU after I finished Huntress Baron's design, buuuuut as I was drawing it, it occurred to me that it would take WAY more work than that one, and as much as I would like to commit to it, I do have real life obligations that make me unsure if I could finish it. But, it was also funny enough that I wanted to make sure people saw what I had in my head somehow...

And then it occurred to me: transcript. I've done this for the Reversal AU plenty of times for hypothetical cutscenes, why can't I do it for general canon Shantae with hypothetical comics? So, here we are! This is going to be shorter than the ones I've done for the Reversal AU, and far more comedy-focused, but I hope you enjoy!

(NOTE: this takes place after Living Memoir. It's not really required reading to understand this, but if you feel curious about how the exact situation described below came to be, go ahead and give it a read!)

[Scene starts inside SHANTAE's house. HOLLY LINGERBEAN is laying down on SHANTAE's couch, reading an opened letter, while SHANTAE is in her pajamas and pouring herself coffee]

HOLLY LINGERBEAN: Huh. So, you and the zombie girl are together?

SHANTAE: First of all, don't go through my mail. I should not need to explain to you why that's rude. Secondly, yes, we are. It happened a while after the whole...ordeal with you, and I am NOT in the mood to explain right now. So if you have something to say-

[HOLLY LINGERBEAN quickly sits upright and puts her hands up with a placating expression]

HOLLY LINGERBEAN: Hey, I'm a lesbian too, I'm fine with that! I'm just curious is all!

[SHANTAE looks behind herself, no longer irritated but contemplative]

SHANTAE: ...huh. Well, good for you. Maybe I'll be willing to answer some questions after I've had some breakfast-

[HOLLY LINGERBEAN puts a finger up with a grin, clearly about to say something, when SHANTAE turns her head away with a deadpan expression]

SHANTAE: -made by MYSELF, because I'm not dealing with your sixth attempt to bribe me to ditch my plan to try and guide you to being a better person THIS early in the morning.

[HOLLY LINGERBEAN's eyes widen, and she looks away from SHANTAE's direction while some sweat appears over her forehead]

HOLLY LINGERBEAN: I...! Ah...I...wasn't...going to do that...

[SHANTAE and HOLLY LINGERBEAN are silent for a moment, the only sound coming from SHANTAE sipping from her coffee mug]

[Afterwards, HOLLY LINGERBEAN speaks up, her expression more neutral but looking genuine]

HOLLY LINGERBEAN: So, have you felt the inside of her disembodied arm?

[SHANTAE promptly does a spit take and whips her head around with an extremely confused and disturbed expression]

SHANTAE: Excuse me??

HOLLY LINGERBEAN: Okay, that one was probably a bit much...has she bitten you? Or, well, not actually biting you, obviously, more like...letting her teeth hover just over your unbroken skin?

HOLLY LINGERBEAN: Letting you feel her breath run over you, knowing that she could bite down at any moment? That sort of thing?

SHANTAE: ...NO??? Why are you asking me this??

[HOLLY LINGERBEAN puts her hands up again, this time looking defensive]

HOLLY LINGERBEAN: Hey, I'm just curious! I mean, just, hypothetically speaking, if I was the one with the zombie girlfriend...

[HOLLY LINGERBEAN looks away, almost appearing to be in a daydream as she speaks]

HOLLY LINGERBEAN: I kinda figure that'd be part of the appeal, you know? You're looking at someone who's cheated death, in a sense, but death left its scars, and you'd naturally get just as intimate with those as you would with everything else about your girlfriend...

[HOLLY LINGERBEAN gives a wistful sigh, her eyes now closed with a light blush across her face]

HOLLY LINGERBEAN: And she wouldn't ever let death take you, no matter what anyone has to say about it...she'd go to the ends of the earth for you - you belong to her, and she belongs to you, forever intertwined, and you'd end up finding comfort in how the two of you will never be apart-

[HOLLY LINGERBEAN's eyes suddenly snap open, her blush now luminescent as she looks like she's just now heard what she's been saying. After a moment of silence, she glances to look at SHANTAE]

HOLLY LINGERBEAN: You know. Hypothetically speaking.

[HOLLY LINGERBEAN turns her face away from SHANTAE, hiding the sweat on her face and her nervous grin as she laughs]

HOLLY LINGERBEAN: It's not like I've ever THOUGHT about that sort of thing or anything! Or, uh, any OTHER incredibly specific, but still very similar scenarios...that'd be crazy! Hahahahaaaaaaaa...

[HOLLY LINGERBEAN suddenly stands up and walks over to SHANTAE - who, this entire time, has not changed her expression - and places a hand on her shoulder]

HOLLY LINGERBEAN: Heeeeeey, why don't I make some breakfast for both of us! Completely bribe-free, I promise! We can just sit back, relax, and forget everything I just said back there!

[HOLLY LINGERBEAN pauses, looking to the side, and then looking back at SHANTAE]

HOLLY LINGERBEAN: Metaphorically. Forever.

[HOLLY LINGERBEAN proceeds to power-walk to the kitchen while SHANTAE stares after her]

HOLLY LINGERBEAN: I accept your thanks in advance~!

~~~~

[Several weeks later, SHANTAE is in her regular outfit, stretching in a hotel room on Siren Island, when HOLLY LINGERBEAN bursts into the room, looking distinctly panicked while also blushing]

SHANTAE: Holly? What are you-

HOLLY LINGERBEAN: OK, so I know I haven't been the most receptive about the whole "hero" plan, because I thought it was stupid and you should've just been grateful I wasn't stealing memories anymore, but is there ANY way you could make me a good person in like, three hours? Preferably less? Because I REALLY think-

[SHANTAE promptly grabs HOLLY by the shoulders, now looking mildly concerned]

SHANTAE: Oooooookay, slow down! Holly, what is going ON? I mean, normally I'd be really grateful for the turnaround, but this is kinda freaking me out. Seriously, what on earth brought this on?

[HOLLY LINGERBEAN looks away, still blushing]

HOLLY LINGERBEAN: Well, there's this lobster girl, and she's really nice, and she was concerned about me, and I would let her drag me to the bottom of the ocean but that's not important, but we've been hanging out, and she's REALLY nice, and if she finds out I'm a bad person and doesn't like me I will DIE!

[SHANTAE pauses for a moment, a buffering icon appearing over her head as she processes HOLLY LINGERBEAN's statement, before looking at her with surprise]

SHANTAE: ...you have a crush on Lobster Siren? I mean, I'm happy for you, don't get me wrong, but I'm honestly surprised. I mean, she really doesn't seem like your...type...

[It is at that exact moment that SHANTAE'S expression becomes more deadpan as two memories float to the top of her head, illustrated by a thought bubble - the first is LOBSTER SIREN appearing right behind SHANTAE without warning, causing her to yelp in surprise and mild terror, and the second is LOBSTER SIREN eating a raw fish, looking confused as to why SHANTAE looks so horrified]

SHANTAE: ...on second thought, never mind. I think I can guess why she appeals so much to you.

[hoshologies]

11:32 pm, bang c.

genres &&. warnings — angst, hurt/no comfort &&. crying, heartbreak, mutual pining but forbidden love, are you asking too much of chan?

word count — 1.3k

note — inspired specifically by that one line in seasons by wave to earth "i can't be your life because i'm afraid i'll ruin your life."

it feels like your bones rattle with every step you take, rushing down this stairwell faster than you ever have before. the last time you descended this particular staircase, it had been with a smile on your face and a fluttering in your heart, hope for a future that you thought was about to be within reach. you’d never been more wrong in your life.

“c’mon, can you just stop and come back upstairs? please.” chan’s voice echoes above you, his footsteps drawing closer and pushing you faster down the stairs.

your attitude towards that man has taken a complete one-eighty over the last ten minutes, drastically different than it had been when you’d shown up for what you’d begun calling your weekly date night: takeout and movies in his bed. stupid for so many things, so many reasons. you have to get out of here; there’s no fire in the building, but your chest burns like you’re breathing in hot smoke.

it’s a relief when your feet finally hit the bottom floor and you step out into the cool night air of seoul. the breath you heave trembles with tears, but it’s still so welcome, chilling the ache in your lungs. glad to be out of that damned suffocating building, you take two steps in the direction of the subway when the boy you can’t get away from fast enough bursts out onto the sidewalk behind you.

“wait!” chan is breathless, you can hear it in his voice; you don’t need to turn around to know that his chest is heaving, one of his hands resting over his belly button because it’s a scene you’ve been witnessed to many a time after he’s chased you around his apartment, laughing rather than crying. “can we please talk about this?”

any sadness you felt three seconds ago is scorched away, a fiery anger taking its place. talk? he wants to talk about this? he was doing plenty of that five minutes ago, shooting you down like it was nothing. no, now it’s your turn to talk.

you whip around on your heels, any semblance of calm dissipating. “talk? okay, sure. i’ll talk. fuck you, chris.” as far as you’re concerned, he’s lost all privileges to the sweet names you’ve been calling him for months. “you don’t wanna tell anybody about us? that’s fine. i get it. you don’t wanna go on dates in public? okay. i understand how important your image is to your job. i don’t complain, i’ve never complained. i come here at late hours to see you, even when i’m practically dead on my feet or have to be up early the next morning because seeing you is always the best part of my day.”

“i know–”

you shake your head, letting out a sarcastic huff of amusement. “i’m not done. so we have these nights, right? and we do all of these things together and you treat me so well. things are great and i feel comfortable and… fuck, how is someone not supposed to fall in love with you, huh? after all of the stuff we’ve done, how was i supposed to not catch feelings?”

you’re not done with your diatribe, but you need a second to catch your breath a second time. chan stands there, arms limp at his sides as he stares at you. his eyes are wide and sad and there is sadness and regret written all over his face, but no amount of puppy dog eyes is going to fix this situation the way they’ve fixed far more minor situations.

“i was nervous the whole fucking day, chris. i wanted tonight to be the night that i told you how i felt and after all the time we’ve spent together, the number of mornings i’ve woken up in your bed, i really thought you’d reciprocate–”

“i do!” he exclaims, completely exasperated; the frustration in his voice immediately sours the last few shreds of fond feelings. “i do feel the same. i told you that inside!”

you throw your hands into the air in irritation before you bring them back down to cover your face and turn on your heels away from the boy in front of you. this whole situation is fucking ridiculous and you find yourself wishing that you’d never gotten involved with him in the first place, something bitter and so far from the truth; meeting chan was the best thing that’s ever happened and you’ve never regretted a single thing you’ve done with him. but this is all too much.

“yeah, but you immediately followed it up with ‘but i can’t be with you,’” you reply, tears pooling at your waterline against your wishes. the last thing you want to do is cry in front of him… again.

you hear him take a step forward, his sneakers scuffing against the concrete. “because i can’t be with you the way you want me to be. i can’t give you what you need.”

one tear falls, a second follows, and then they just won’t stop. that dam has finally broken. you turn to face him again; you’ve cried in front of him once tonight, so it doesn’t really matter anymore. he’s seen you at your absolute worst anyways.

“who the fuck are you to decide that?” you question, voice trembling. your eyes are no doubt pleading. you’ve never begged him for anything ever, but you’re coming dangerously close to that territory now. “i’ve been content so far, haven’t i?”

“but that can always change,” he reasons, closing the gap between you entirely. you want him close, but at the same time, you want to push him away. he’s the last person you want to see right now yet also the only person you want to tell about all of this because he’s been everything to you; nobody understands you the way he does, knows you as intimately as him.

“oh my god. it’s been months, chan. if i wasn’t in this for the long run, i would have left already. i would have told you. the fact that i’m still standing here trying to reason it out with you should be proof enough that i don’t fucking care about what you think you can and can’t do for me because we’ve worked so many other things out before. why isn’t that enough?”

he goes silent and your personal corner of seoul goes silent with him. there’s nobody else out, but it feels like the entire world is watching this fold out, some ridiculous forbidden love that never even stood a chance because why would it have? you’re not part of his world, you never have been. you were stupid for thinking that somehow, he’d let you come along for the ride.

when he doesn’t answer, you laugh mirthlessly, more a scoff than anything. you take a step backwards and he goes to follow, but you shake your head.

“there. we did it. we talked. and you still don’t want to try and figure this out, even though you want this just as much as i do. so i think we’re done here.”

you turn on your heels again, ready to take the thirty minute walk to your apartment because you can’t bear to be around anyone else right now. chan calls for you to wait again, but you shake your head, pushing back tears.

“i’m done waiting, chris. i’ve been doing it for weeks, so now it’s your turn. figure out just how much you’ll fight for this if you want me as much as you say you do.”

leaving chan has always been a hard thing to do, but never has hard as this. you want to turn around and hug him tight, but you force yourself forward down the sidewalk. he has always been a fighter, so you want to believe he’ll fight for you, to have you. he’s never let you down before.

© hoshologies 2023. do not translate, copy, or repost my work.

[amelias-zelda-calamity-quintet]

Amelia's Zelda Calamity Quintet Resource List

Hi there, I'm Amelia (she/they). You may also know me as Hart or Echo (my old handle was echosound). This is a master post of links for my works as well as all the tags I use on this blog. This post will be pinned on the blog and I will update it as needed so check back if there's something new.

Scheduling is based around Wattpad queuing but chapters are posted to both platforms on the same day. You can find my profiles here: AO3 - Wattpad

Expanding Hyrule Community Discord (16+)

Quick FAQs

Is this a main blog? This is a side blog, my main is @amelias-hart. To keep this blog mostly to fic updates and as a reference tool, I reblog LoZ stuff on my main, to include art and fics.

Can I draw fanart of your characters? Yes, absolutely. I should clarify. You are more than welcome to draw art based on the descriptions in my fics and the resources I put out for them. I work with other artists though for most of my character art. If you are going to use those designs, make sure you're familiar with their opinions on fanart.

What kinds of LoZ fics to you write? All of my fics are fully original legend and long form stories. My average chapter length is 3k and the shortest of my fics (not in a series) is currently drafting to be like 100 chapters.

How adult/mature are they? It ranges, but typically it's pretty tame. I don't really handle gore and explicit scenes, and I'm not a fan of dark fantasy generally as a writer. If fics are rated adult/mature, it's typically because the characters are largely adults.

Is there romance? We're on that Zelink train, absolutely! There are no explicit scenes, again, so the range here is fluff (GoS, RA) to some more mature flirting with some innuendo being about the most serious content (DAD). Maybe a more intense kissing scene once the slow burn gets through to that (MoaH).

How do you write so much? Autism baby. Got that clinical hyperfocus going.

Do I need to read your fics in a certain order? No, all of them are stand alone but they do share a linked timeline in the following: GoS -> MoaH -> RA -> CoL -> DAD (And honestly it's really just GoS and MoaH with any "serious" timeline lore connections)

What's the Convergence? To the previous point, it's referring to GoS any time it comes up. Really only a thing in MoaH and MoaH does try to explain it within the text.

Will add more as they come up. If it's not here, it's probably below. If not, send it as a reply or an ask and I'll add it!

Other Custom Tags List

#originallegends/#lozoriginallegends - Pending community tag for Legend of Zelda fics about original iterations of Hyrule. Check out Expanding Hyrule for more details (AO3 - Wattpad).

#moahmemes - This is for memes and quotes redone with the MoaH cast for fun, mostly for character exploration and cause it's funny.

#moah worldbuilding - In character worbuilding snippets about various topics for the MoaH era of Hyrule.

Open Ask List

I'm always open to asks, but I have a few prompts I figured I'd throw out if y'all want ideas.

Web: Asks for an update to the MoaH Obsidian web

WIPWednesdays: I'll post a snippet of MoaH, very likely will contain spoilers for a later part/book than is out.

Star: I'll give ya a random factoid about something in one of my fics, you can add fic tags if you'd like a specific.

Q: Check to see how far updates for MoaH are queued out

Character asks: I don't have art, but you can absolutely send in character asks for the cast. I love these, they're great character voice practice. Please keep to one question per ask, but you're welcome to send as many as you like.

Fic List

Goddess of Secrecy (Complete on Wattpad, New Edited Chapters On Wednesdays To Both) - #goddessofsecrecy, #gos, #gosspoilers

Hyrule has only ever dreamt of an end to the resurrection of Demise. With the returning of an ancient power, that dream could finally be fulfilled. Can the Hero of the Fourth Goddess save Hyrule once and for all?

Fic Links: AO3 - Wattpad

Mark of a Hero (Updates on Tuesdays & Fridays, 1 of 9) - #markofahero, #moah, #moahspoilers

Hyrule is at peace, or so the Royal Family would have its people believe. Something is afoot in the kingdom, and someone needs to do something about it. Least likely would be Marksmen Link Sayre- a mercenary and monster hunter doing his best to get by. Until a job goes wrong, and he gets roped into the secret plans of Hyrule's princess. Now Link must play the part of the Hero to dive deeper into the mystery, and maybe stumble into a legend of his own.

Fic Links:

Book 1: AO3 - Wattpad

Book 2:

Book 3:

Book 4:

Book 5:

Book 6:

Book 7:

Book 8:

Book 9:

Series Links: AO3 - Wattpad

Arc Progress & Spoiler Reference

Character Reference Page

General Setting Resources Page

Restoration Age (Hiatus) - #restorationage

Hyrule has grown. The fairy tale kingdom that has endured for eons is no more. And while historians argue over what history needs to be preserved, Hyrule endures and thrives in the modern age. With the proverbial guide book gone, where will the kingdom go now? And what would a Hero mean for a country that no longer needs a Hero?

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Cinders of Life (Hiatus) - #cindersoflife

Hyrule has burned. No more is the vibrant kingdom that was once protected by the Hero. Now is the reign of evil, an evil without end. Hope is a word used without meaning, and hero is all but lost. Could one even stand if the people of Hyrule don't even know what they would be calling on?

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Day After Destiny (Hiatus) - #dayafterdestiny

Hyrule is beginning its new golden age. The king and queen prepare to hand their crowns to their daughter and her husband. It is a union out of legend, though legend is far from anyone's mind in Hyrule. For who would call upon ancient war heroes in a time of peace? The wars for Hyrule have been won.

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[cup1dvalenl1na]

AHHGGGHKTJ4VR SOUL EATER FANFIC??????

Death the Kid with a Male s/o thats surprisingly strong. Liks Maybe he'a older than him by a year or something so he didn't see him when he first joined DWMA, but male!reader got transfered to stein's class. Kid thought he was weak until they were assigned a misson together.

Or

Death the kid with a male!s/o who has a partners who are actual twins and are twin swords???

⤷ ♤ anon

This is very interesting! I'll do the first one, if you want me to make a seperate post for the second one you can tell me.

Prologue first ⬇️

So I'm pretty sure at the beginning if the manga he's like 13-14 (Don't take my word on that, the ages of the soul eater characters were never really confirmed.)

So you would be around 12-13 ?? ANYWAYS MOVING ON

So I'm going to guess that originally you were in the NOT class, not because you weren't strong but because people never really expected you to be strong, since you look like ":3" (kinda weird considering patty is in EAT but whateva)

So Kid never really knew you then, but you would know who he is. I mean he is DEATHS legitimate son, how wouldn't you know who he is.

Later on, when you join the EAT class, Kid sees you and is a little interested in what you can do since you look about the same age as Patty. It's not like the DWMA had any age restrictions of who can join the EAT class, but it's very rare to see someone super young in there. (He says, as he's only one year older.)

He would snoop around lowkey, tryna figure out stuff about you, and when you go to take a mission he would "coincidentally" take the same one.

He is pleasantly surprised when he sees your abilities, and he's like "damn I see you I SEE YOU🦅🦅💪🔥🔥" He would compliment your abilities after the mission, and would offer to train with you if you ever wanted or needed it.

Romantic Hc ⬇️

During these training sessions, you two would get closer. Him offering advice to you and bandaging each other after training. (Bros gonna put a band aid on both sides even if you don't have an injury there to make you symmetrical.😮‍💨)

Because of these moments you two would start to fall for another, although Kid isn't really familiar with romantic stuff since he's never seen or experienced it. He was born asexually, so he doesn't have two parents to really base the idea of love off of?

So he would be a little confused at first, but dw, once he figures it out more I think he would be very sweet as a lover.

He has a lot of faith in you, and always wants to fight by your side.

Lowkey he would go off on a tangent after missions of how elegant and exquisite you seemed while fighting. Has probably tried drawing/painting you in action but ended up destroying it bc it wasn't perfect.

Would probably make you do a two person pose when you're about to fight someone, he's kinda corny like that. But he thinks it's cool, let him be. (Remember the 3rd ep where he Patty and Liz were posing before he started scolding them for not being symmetrical 💀)

However if you somehow get injured during battle he would be PISSED. Lowkey grabs Liz and Patty and starts BLASTING (Que the scene where he starts fighting that unsymmetrical Egyptian Kishin in ep 3)

You guys are a total power duo, you guys help protect others and each other during battles. Many people count on you guys. (black star makes fun of you two, teasingly calling you two his power couple before Kid shoves him off and scolds him)

He is grateful to have you by his side, and you guys can count on each other no matter what happens.

Why was Kid actually so fun to write about omg

[honeybewrites]

WIP Questionnaire Tag

Thank you @kaylinalexanderbooks for the tag and @willtheweaver for the tag!!

What’s the first part of your WIP that you created?

I guess the characters and world. I created EoWC so long ago it's kind of hard to remember what came first, but I do remember obsessively looking for a name for my main OC. It's actually the only name that hasn't changed in the series.

If your story was a TV show, what would the theme song/intro be?

I haven't ever actually looked into finding a theme song for it, but now I'm curious if I could...

What are your favorite characters that you made? Why?

703 is one of my favorites. She's been one of the most consistent characters since the beginning. Rage and Healer Asurr are also some of my favorites. They're both really fun to write despite their stark opposites. One of them is a lovely Dad Vibes character and the other is a deranged mad scientist obsessed with creating the perfect species.

What other pieces of media do you think your fanbase would share?

Oof. That's a hard one. Um, maybe something with a lot of gore/fighting/supernatural? Like the Netflix Witcher series or SPN maybe? Found family is also a pretty big theme so maybe some other media with that. I'm not really sure what other lovers to enemies media is out there, but I imagine that would also be shared.

What has been your biggest struggle with your WIP?

Plotting. I know how the story plays out, but getting it down into a useable outline is by far my biggest struggle. That and organizing the dozens of scenes I've written into a coherent timeline.

Are there any animals in your story? Talk about them!

Lots of animals! Some from our world and a lot created specifically for EoWC's world. But the main animal/species talked about is dragons. Their culture, subspecies, abilities. They are by far the most fleshed out species.

How do your characters travel/get around?

There's a lot of different ways. Ships are common, as they can fly places quickly and travel through Bridges to other Realms. Ground transports are used, mostly only in cities. There are smaller ones, like cars, and bigger ones, like trains to get across a Realm easier. But for smaller cities, walking is most common. Even in the larger cities, walking is still a common way to get around.

What part of your WIP are you working on right now?

Right now I'm trying to organize everything. I'm trying to get all the things I've written laid out to an outline and given an appropriate place in the series. Then I'll actually be able to see what scenes I still need to write and hopefully get a cohesive draft together.

What aspects (tropes, maybe?) will you think draw your audience in?

Um, dragons? I love books with dragons, maybe a little too much. But in all reality, I think the lovers to enemies is what will probably draw people in. I'd also like to hope my world building draws in a few people because I love it.

What are your hopes for your WIP?

I would like to get it published. Self published, just because I think that would be more fun. But really, if I could just finish it, publish it or not, and have one person who loved it, that would be enough for me.

Tagging @the-golden-comet @anaisbebe @fractured-shield @halfbakedspuds @diabolical-blue and anyone else that wants to hop on!!

[willalove75]

Can I have protective Rebecca welton x reader where perhaps the reader and Rebecca are together and maybe they r at the bar and some creepy guy is harassing the reader and Rebecca gets rlly protective and punches the guy and maybe the reader gets rlly annoyed because Rebecca makes a scene so she storms outside and they have a fight and then they go home and go to bed angry and the next morning the reader apologies bc she/they realise Rebecca was just trying to protect her and they make up. Tysm !!!! ❤️🤍

Yes!! I love this! Thanks so much for the request!💕

TW: Handsy, creepy, drunk middle aged dude, lesbian slur.

You and your girlfriend Rebecca walk hand-in-hand down the street, you laugh and chat about the double date you just went on with Keeley and Roy. You head towards your flat when you pass one of the bars you frequent.

"Hey," you say stopping in front of it "what about a nightcap?"

"Yeah, why not. Is this place any good?"

"Well no one compares to Mae, but it's pretty good. Some of the guys that come in here are, shitty, but overall I like it here."

Rebecca raises an eyebrow at you.

"Shitty how?"

"You know, the usual middle-aged man that's out drinking by himself and is a little, creepy" Rebecca gives you a look "It's only happened once! Come on." As you pull her into the bar.

You both take a seat at the bar and order drinks. The bar is a little loud so you both lean in to each other to hear one another while you sip on your drinks. You chat and laugh as the second round comes out.

"I gotta pee, I'll be right back." You say as you get up.

You walk towards the bathroom; before you turn down the hall you feel someone grab your ass. You spin around and see a balding, middle-aged man. He sits back against the bar with a smirk on his face and a beer in his hands.

"Oi the things I'd do to that ass if you'd let me take you home." He says, just barely slurring his words.

"EW?" You say to him and go to turn around.

Out of the corner of your eye you see his hand reaching for you again, you spin around and grab him by the wrists and dig your nails into his arm.

"OW OW OW" He yells.

"I swear to god if you ever touch me again it will be the last thing you ever do. Got it?"

The man tries to get out of your grip but you dig your nails harder into his skin and draw a little blood.

"Got it?" You say, looking straight into his eyes with daggers in yours.

"Yeah I got it I got it let go of me!!"

You throw his wrist away and walk into the bathroom. You didn't notice but Rebecca saw a little of the interaction and looks concerned when you walk back.

"What was that? Are you okay?" She says with concern in her eyes.

"I'm fine baby," you say as you bring your hand to the back of her neck and stroke her cheek with your thumb to comfort her. "It was nothing, just some creepy drunk dude, being a creepy drunk dude. It's fine I handled it."

She looks over at the guy with a little fear, but mostly anger in her eyes.

"Hey," you say as you pull her back to your attention. "It's fine, I said I handled it, don't worry love."

She cups your face in her hand.

"Are you sure?" She says with worry in her eyes.

"Yes baby, I promise." You lean in and kiss her and you feel her relax. You pull away and look into her eyes "Okay?"

"Okay." She says softly.

You give her another quick kiss and you go back to your drinks and conversation. You both have another drink and you accidentally knock your jacket onto the floor. You hop off of the barstool and bend down to pick it back up. You turn to put it back on the hook under the bar and you feel another grab. You turn around and see the man again, just as pleased with himself as he was before.

"What did I fucking tell you-" You begin to say

"Are you FUCKING kidding me?!" You hear Rebecca yell. You look over and see her face, you don't think she's ever been this angry before. If looks could kill, this man would be dead where he stood.

"Baby-" You try to calm her down and you pull her face towards you "just ignore him" you say with pleading eyes.

She rips her face out of your hand and goes to yell at the man again.

"Oi would ya look at that, a couple of dykes, what I'd give to take the both of ya home. I'd set you straight right quick!" He laughs at his drunk buddies that laugh along with him.

You look over at Rebecca and you see something snap inside of her, the room slows down, Rebecca gets off of her stool and your try to grab her arm but she rips it away from you.

"Baby!" You yell at her.

Rebecca stands up, towering over the man, and starts screaming at him. You feel like everything is in slow motion, you notice the bar fall silent as she rips him a new one, shoving her finger in his face. She continues to yell at him, he's a little frightened, but the liquid courage flowing in his veins keeps him there, yelling back at her. You turn your head to see people looking at the three of you, watching the commotion. You look back at Rebecca and she's still screaming at him. Suddenly the slow motion ends and you hear her yelling at him.

"HOW FUCKING DARE YOU TOUCH HER. WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE YOU TWAT. YOU COULDN'T GET A WOMAN TO SLEEP WITH YOU EVEN IF YOU PAID HER. YOU BETTER FUCKING APOLOGIZE TO HER RIGHT NOW" She yells and points at you.

You feel everyone's eyes shift to you and the room slows down again.

"Rebecca please!!!" You yell as tears start to fall from your eyes.

The man gets up into Rebecca's face. "No wonder your husband cheated on you so much, he didn't want to deal with your fucking crazy ass."

He spits down onto her shoes and goes to turn around, you look at Rebecca's face, suddenly calm, but in a terrifying way. You look down and see Rebecca's fist in a ball. You go to reach for her and the slow motion ends. Before the man is able to turn around Rebecca's arm goes flying, her fist making contact with his jaw, he falls to the ground.

"NO!" You yell

The bar erupts into chaos as people try to separate the two of them. The man tries to get up and fight back when a group of guys grab him and throw him out of the bar. Your eyes darting across the bar, everyone is yelling, either at the man or at Rebecca. You feel a panic build up in your chest as you look around the room.

You feel hands on your shoulders and look up, you see Rebecca looking down at you.

"Honey are you okay?"

"I told you to leave it alone!!!!" You yell at her. You quickly grab your stuff and run out of the bar.

Rebecca stands there in shock and confusion. She quickly pulls out cash and throws it on the bar and runs out after you.

"y/n!!!" She yells as you hear her heels on the pavement heading towards you.

Your run slows to a walk and you stop to catch your breath, the panic still in your chest and your head is spinning.

"Y/n!" Rebecca says as she catches up "What the fuck?!"

"I told you to ignore him!!!" You yell as you walk towards your flat.

"Are you kidding me? How was I supposed to ignore that?!"

You pull your keys out and unlock the door. You walk in and try to slam the door but Rebecca stops it.

"What's wrong with you?!" She yells as she walks in and closes the door behind her. "I defend you and you get mad at me?!"

"I didn't need you to defend me!!" You yell back "I told you to leave it alone and you didn't!! You fucking punched him!!"

Rebecca looks at you with hurt and confusion on her face.

"I shouldn't have hit him." She says looking down at her hand, her knuckles still red. "But I couldn't let him get away with harassing you!!"

"You should have!!" You yell, your breathing labored, the panic still in your chest.

Rebecca looks at you, her eyes shift from hurt to concern.

"Love," She says as she takes a step towards you.

"NO!" You yell and take a step back. You stand there for a second and head into the bedroom and slam the door.

"Honey," She says and walks to the door and goes to grab the handle. You hear her walking towards the door and you lock it before she's able to open it.

She hears the door lock and gently tries the handle.

"Y/n," she says through the door. "Love please open the door."

She stands there for a minute before walking away. You rip off your dress and throw on pajamas. Frustrated, you pull out a makeup wipe and drag it across your face and crawl into bed. Your heartbeat slows as your breathing returns to normal. The panic in your chest subsides and you can finally breathe again. You try to see if you can hear Rebecca in the house and without even realizing it, you're asleep.

You wake up the next morning to the sun shining into your window, you hear birds chirping, and you're greeted with a wicked headache. You think back on the events of the night, things seem fuzzy even though you didn't drink that much. You remember the guy at the bar and you remember Rebecca decking him. You remember feeling like you were drowning during the chaos and you remember what happened when you got home. Guilt fills your stomach as tears start to form in your eyes. You were horrible to her, but she was just protecting you.

You get out of bed and go to open the door and realize you locked it, you unlock it and walk out into your flat. You look around, afraid that she left and desperately hoping she's still here. You see her shoes tossed aside on the floor and you sigh a breath of relief. You walk into the kitchen and see her sitting at the table with a cup of tea in her hands. There's a little bit of makeup under her eyes, her hair is in a messy ponytail and she's still wearing the same dress from last night.

"Hey" you say sheepishly as you walk into the kitchen.

She looks up at you as you walk towards her "Good morning"

"You're still in the same outfit?" You ask as you sit down at the table with her.

"Well the door was locked so I didn't have much of a choice" she replies flatly.

You close your eyes and furrow your brows, you forgot, again, that you locked her out. You slowly open your eyes and look up to meet hers.

"I'm sorry." You say as your eyes start to glimmer as tears form on your waterline. You look down and see her hand holding the tea cup, her knuckles still a little red with a small bruises where her rings laid when she decked him.

You look down, ashamed of how you treated her, she protected you from some creep and in return, you were a raging bitch to her. You look back up and meet her eyes, you're surprised that she doesn't have anger in her eyes, she should by the way you treated her. Instead, you see hurt and concern.

"I am so sorry babe" you say as you rest your hand on her arm. "All you did was protect me and I-" you look down and start to cry "I was fucking horrible to you. And I don't know why. I'm so, so sorry."

She puts her tea cup down and grabs one of your hands and wipes away your tears with the other.

"What happened?" She asks, leaning into you.

"I don't know, the whole bar went into slow motion and I had this like, horrific feeling in my chest and everyone was looking at us and I wanted it to stop but I couldn't make it stop and-" you break down and cry more. "I don't know, I just fucking freaked out. And I took it out on you and I don't know why because you didn't deserve it and-"

You're interrupted by Rebecca as she gets up out of her chair and wraps her arms around you and pulls your head into her chest.

"Shhhh, it's okay." She says lovingly as she strokes your hair and kisses the top of your head. You begin to sob into her, she guides you up and into the living room. You both sit on the couch, her arms still wrapped tightly around you. She gently rocks you back and fourth as you cry. She continues to kiss your head and stoke your hair. "It's okay love, you're okay." She whispers to you.

You're able to collect yourself a little and look up at her, she places a kiss on your forehead and hugs you tighter. You wipe the tears from your eyes and sit up facing her. You look into her loving eyes, not a hint of anger or frustration behind them, you're amazed given how shitty you were to her last night. If the roles were reversed, you'd be pissed right now.

"Why aren't you mad at me? I was so shitty to you, you should be pissed at me right now!"

She gently brushes your hair out of your face. "Oh I was, if that's any consolation." she chuckles "but I get it now, baby, you were having a panic attack." She holds your face and looks into your eyes. You look back into hers, a little confused.

"Is that what that was?" You ask.

"I think so, you said you had a bad feeling in your chest, right?" You nod to confirm. "The whole room slowed down, you felt completely out of control?" You nod again, tears filling back up in your eyes. "That sounds like a panic attack to me. But it's okay, what happened was insane and I'm sure me punching that twat in the jaw probably didn't help - even though he did deserve it." She says with a smirk. You chuckle a little and hold her hand. You turn her hand over to look at her knuckles, you can see the bruises from her rings more clearly and you put your other hand over hers.

"Hey," she says and she lifts your chin up towards her "it's okay love, I'm fine. I'm not hurt and I'm not mad at you, I promise."

You wipe more tears from you eyes and look back down at her hand.

"Have you iced this yet?"

"Yes, I actually meant to tell you, I fell asleep with a bag of frozen vegetables on my hand so I had to throw them in the bin when I woke up." She says with a small chuckle. "I'll buy you more, I promise."

You laugh "No it's okay, they've been in there forever anyway. I don't even know why I bought them." You take a deep breath and look into her eyes. "Thank you." You lean into her and bury your face into her neck as you wrap your arms around each other. "Is there anything I can do to make up for me being shitty to you?" You ask as you pull back and look at her.

"Well you could let me wash up, I feel foul."

You both chuckle as you grab her hand.

"Okay, come on."

You lead her through your bedroom into the master bathroom. You close the door and turn the shower on and let it run for a minute. Rebecca grabs a makeup wipe and removes what's left of her makeup from last night. She goes to reach for the zipper on the back of her dress and you gently reach up and pull it down as she looks on over her shoulder. Her dress slides off her shoulders and down her waist, she pulls it over her hips and it falls to the floor. You reach up and unclip her bra, the straps slip down and she pulls it off. You put your hands on her hips and place gentle kisses across her back. You stand up on your tip toes to get as close to her neck as you can. She grabs your hand and pulls you in front of her with your back to the countertop. You go back to kissing across her collarbones and up her neck as she leans into you. She pulls your pajama shirt over your head and you pull your hair down. She slides her hand to the back of your head and pulls you in for a passionate kiss. Her soft skin pressed against yours, she places her other hand on your waist and holds you close. The steam starts to build from the hot shower as you part, she pulls off her underwear as you pull off the rest of your clothes and she leads you into the shower.

The hot water cascades down her body as she steps underneath it. She runs her hands through her hair, getting it properly soaked. You can't help but stare at her, she looks like an angel, her perfect hour glass figure, the water running over her breasts, down her belly to her feet. She opens her eyes and sees you looking at her and smirks.

"What?"

"Nothing, it's just- you're amazing. Everything about you is amazing."

She smiles and takes a step towards you, her wet hands hold your face as she looks down at you, water droplets run down her face, her green eyes look so beautiful as she looks into yours. She pulls you into a kiss, her wet lips meeting yours. You put your hands on her hips as you lean back against the wall. She pulls away and gently bites her lip and smiles at you. You switch place and get your hair wet, Rebecca grabs her puff and gets it soapy, she brushes it across her body, lathering herself. She drags it across her shoulders and you take it from her hands and gently wash her back. She sighs and her head leans back. You drag the puff down her shoulders to her lower back in small circles, you bring it further and rub it across her perfect ass and giggle.

"Hey" she says with a laugh as she looks back at you.

You switch spots as she rinses off and you lather yourself up and wash. She shampoos and conditions her hair when you rinse and you grab your shampoo. You squirt the shampoo into your palm, rub your hands together and scrub it into your scalp. You feel a second set of hands massaging the shampoo into your head and you let out a sigh. You drop your hands as Rebecca gently runs her fingers through your hair, thoroughly washing it . Once she's satisfied, she takes the shower head and rinses the soap out of your hair. She grabs your conditioner, puts some into her hands and gently runs her fingers through your hair. She picks up your brush and gently brushes the conditioner through your hair, softly detangling any knots she comes across. She rinses your hair once more and you turn to face her, you pull her close and place your lips against hers. You come up on your tip toes and wrap your arms around her neck as she wraps her strong arms around your waist. You slowly kiss her as the water runs over and between your bodies, pressed up against each other. The hot water soothes the both of you as you feel the stress from last night wash away down the drain. The kiss ends and you stare into each others eyes for a moment.

"You ready?" She asks

"Yeah, I guess." You say reluctantly, not wanting to leave the warmth.

Rebecca turns off the taps and you step out and dry yourself off, wrap your towel around yourself and plop your hair up with your hair towel. Rebecca gets out, dries herself off and pulls her bathrobe over her shoulders and fastens it around her waist.

You walk out of the bathroom into the bedroom, you climb into the bed and pat the spot next to you for her to lay next to you. She walks over and lays next to you. You run your fingers through her wet hair, looking into her beautiful eyes. Even without makeup, she's the prettiest woman you've ever seen. She kisses you softly and pulls you into her. You rest your head on her chest and listen to her heartbeat. You both peacefully drift off to sleep in each others arms.