#if I colored/shaded you’d understand better I think

[camping-with-monsters]

“AND WE DANCE WHILE THE SKY CRASHES DOWN~!”

[malenjoyer]

may i ask how you do the black comic-like shading? i've been trying to do it for myself and i can never get it down (+ your art is awessssome)

I’m not the best teacher but I’ll try to break it down.

The basics:

Comic-like shading from what I started picking up is the mixture of understanding light, shadows, and folds.

Once you’re comfortable with hatching and able to identify shadows, that’s where the next part comes in.

Instead of a vague blob of approximation of light and shadow, try to match the areas of the shadows from the photograph to your drawing using your eyes. You can do more detailed than this if you want to

Then you can do a lot of simplifying, since in comics, most people aren’t doing full render. If you know how the shadow works in folds, you can start simplifying the approximate areas where you should be shading.. sort of like this?

A lot of the comic shading you see in art is just people understanding light/shadow and going: how do I make this less annoying for myself?

Once you start practicing, you might find drawing every single detail incredibly annoying. Find an artist with a similar style to yours and see how they shade, or another artist who’s shading you like and see if you can apply it to your own style.

Another example:

Light = green

Shadow = Red

Try using in black and white to shade extreme highlights and shadows with no colors.

Try drawing people in leather with strong light in the references, it’ll force your brain to think of a way to make it look good. At first, you might not understand how to transfer it but over time you will be able to so don’t give up if you think it looks ugly :p

A lot of people draw things that look unsatisfactory & then just don’t post it

Also, I think a simpler shading style might be better for your art since yours relies a lot on color. There’s also beauty in simplicity like chris samnee.

If you have a specific drawing you’d like me to explain why I shaded the way I did, let me know!

[glystenangel]

In a Minute!

Dom!Sukuna x Bratty&Fem!Reader (Modern AU)

tags/warning: 18+ MDNI, not too spicy but alludes to it, sukuna in a suit, reader wears makeup and a dress, established relationship, one mention of spanking, pet names (variations of sweetheart), sukuna gets mad but in a hot way, cussing and a bit of dirty talk, d/s implied

summary: sukuna is trying to rush you, but you're not having it

~1k words>

super short and sweet!!

thanks for reading and enjoy<3

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“Sweetness, you ready yet?”

You can hear Sukuna’s exasperated call from the front door as he shuffles on his leather dress shoes.

“In a minute.” You yell back as convincingly as possible, dabbing on some more blush and reaching for your lipstick.

Agitation taps through the string of footsteps coming towards you from the hallway, “No, sweetheart, we don’t have a minute.”

It’s a big work party, so Sukuna’s understandably annoyed. He has to make a good impression as the CEO, after all.

You can tell he’s irritated by the grit of his teeth punctuating his words and the sigh he lets out when he leans against the doorframe behind you.

The room is dim aside from the yellow lights curled around your vanity. From the slivers of mirror outlining your head and torso, the view of your fiance’s figure is slight but powerful. He’s in a crisp gray suit, a chain glittering beneath the bit of his white collar that he unbuttoned out of frustration from waiting for you. The rosy tone of his hair is interrupted by the darkness of his undercut, and his eyes are squinted. His gaze is sharp and a deep garnet shade, spilling over you like red wine. Sukuna’s appearance never deviates from anything short of striking, and the intensifying clench of his jaw only makes his face more ruggedly handsome. 

His eyes bore into your back, but you continue fluffing up your hair and wiping the excess color around the bottom of your lip into a precise shape. You’re doing your best to hurry, but you hate being rushed. Sukuna should be used to that by now. Plus, you always thought he looked kind of hot while angry.

“I know you like to take your time to get ready, but we’re already late.” He warns, trying to be firm.

The impatient man comes to your side, lifting his wrist to stare at the watch cinched there. It was your birthday gift to him, and you know the golden hands of the watch must be ticking away the seconds faster than you’d like.

“In a minute, I swear! Don’t be a dick.” You pick up the tube of lipstick again.

Suddenly, Sukuna grabs your arm. The touch around your flesh is light, but surprising enough to force your line of vision up to him.

Although you’ve spent hours tracing over them, Sukuna’s stunning features still make your heart pound faster whenever you have an up close view. Long, thick lashes shadow the lines of his eyes, and you remember how they feel brushed across your cheek every time he embraces you and tucks his head into the nape of your neck. His nose is tall and pointed at the end, and he stares down the bridge to see your lips parting at his proximity.

You notice him intake his own breath, the air thickening between you two until he swallows. The drag of his Adam’s apple is slow, and he speaks lowly.

“Although you look…” An exhale leaves him, then he lifts your chin with the sides of his fingers, “Absolutely gorgeous. We have to go.”

As smitten as he appears, you know that you’re not at all far off from sharing mutual reverence for him.

“Okay.” You give in, setting your makeup down while keeping your eyes on him.

He grins widely, his eyes filling with adoring approval at your inevitable submission.

“I’ll have to mess up your makeup later.” 

Sukuna ghosts his fingertips over one of your cheeks, and then seems to think better of it before sliding his hand to the back of your neck.

He leans forward, the curve of his lips moving along the shell of your ear and coiling a strand of your hair around his pointer finger. Your memory swarms with images of him sheened with sweat and gripping your hair.

“And trust me, that won’t be a minute.”

The insinuation induces a shiver down your body, and then he pulls back with a deep chuckle. 

The smug expression on his face has the wheels in your head turning. You don’t believe he can resist you.

“You sure about that?” You cheekily inquire, pulling the corners of your lips into an innocent smile.

Sukuna remains unphased, “Oh, I’m sure.”

You perk up at the coy promise, but he quickly lifts you by the wrist to have you stand and gives your butt a pointed slap.

“If we had more time I could fuck that little attitude out of you, but we don’t. That’s your fault.”

He shakes his head, dragging you closer and intertwining your hands together, “Come on, let’s go.”

After a couple steps towards the door, you tug his hand backwards, “Are you sure we don’t have enough time?”

Sukuna turns to give you a glare, he hates being late, but you know that you’ve found a way to make him somewhat okay with it.  

He tucks a couple fingers into the crevice of his shirt, unbuttoning it with a swear between his teeth.

“Take off your fucking clothes.”

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End Notes:

last one! had to give it to my husband sukunaaa❤️❤️🔥

i like him all bothered hehe

thought about extending this but i kind of like leaving it off where i did, lmk if yall want the spicy part tho and maybe i'll put smth together lol

[am-i-interrupting]

Focus

Description: You worked closely with Chief Ganondorf, you knew his plans and you knew you’d have to be careful in how you revealed to the King and Queen what would happen. It couldn’t be sudden, it would have to be gradual, one hint at a time.

Tags: 1.7k words, gerudo!reader, slight language barrier (written text), yearning, implied Ganondorf x Reader, inspired by an @alilbitlesbian post

Your fingernails drummed against the table as you looked over the paper in front of you. You forced yourself to focus on it. You had to focus on it.

It was all written in Hyrulian. You knew most. You knew enough to be considered fluent but you were no expert. You needed to give the words your full attention to piece together the puzzle that was context and figure out the meaning of words you didn’t understand.

You couldn’t be distracted. You had to focus.

They were right in front of you though. How could you be expected to do anything when they were right in front of you.

King Rauru and Queen Sonia of Hyrule, you’d heard their names before but only in tones filled with annoyance and occasional malice. What you’d been told of them did not prepare you to fit in front of them.

Rauru was tall with a thin coat of fur all over his body, barely an inch thick— if that. It was all a shade of gray save for his ears which were as white as his hair with longer, fluffier fur. You’d caught yourself wondering several times if his many earrings would jangle if you scratched those ears and you got your answer when he turned his head and a soft tinging was heard as they clicked together.

Sonia was a Hylian woman with similarly long hair to her husband though hers was blonde instead of white. Her eyes were a shade of vibrant green that was more colorful than the grass and flora you saw on the trek here. Those eyes were filled with understanding that you were left questioning, not sure what she saw when she looked at you that made her soften so much.

“Are you alright?” Rauru asked with your title at the end of his sentence.

“I’m well,” you told him. You let your fingers drum against the table a few moments more as you continued to stare at the words that muddled together on the page before you finally relented. “Though, if I’m completely honest, I do believe I’m having some. . . difficulty understanding. That is to say, I don’t know all of the words written.”

Sonia’s eyebrows rose and then fell as a soft smile came to her lips. She stood and walked over to you. Her hand went to rest between your shoulder blades as she bent a bit to get a better look at the paper.

You willed yourself to not think of how warm her hand was or how you could feel the very tips of her fingers against your skin.

“Let us take a look together, shall we?” she said.

With her help you realized that you did know most of these words and the ones you hadn’t were outlandishly lavish. There was simply the matter of spelling, different dialects and all. When you’d gone over the entirety of the paperwork, her hand still didn’t leave your back,

You cleared your throat and reached for a writing utensil. “I do believe that these are reasonable expectations,” you said. “The Gerudo will happily accept your request, King Rauru.”

“I’m pleased to hear,” he said as you signed the papers.

You slid the papers back to Rauru who took them so carefully. His fingers curled around the documents, only the pads of them touching it. He seemed almost wary of his nails, like they would pierce through the pages if he held them too harshly. Perhaps it’d happened before.

With a heavy feeling in your chest, you moved to stand. Sonia’s hand and warmth retreated from you as you did.

“If that is all, I should be off,” you said. “Sav'orq and sav'orr.”

“Are you sure you wish to go?” Sonia asked. “You’re welcome to stay. It’s getting late.”

She was right, of course. The sun had gone down and the moon was beginning to rise by the time you’d finished. However, you had to leave. You’d rather not deal with him thinking something had happened.

“It’s a multi day journey,” you reminded her. “One night won’t make a difference.”

“Then one hour shouldn’t either,” Rauru said. “We have the extra room. Please, if not for yourself than to ease our minds. There are many creatures of the night which could harm you. It’d be safer to turn in early and rise the same than to traverse far enough away from the towns and stables so if something happens, no one will know.”

You tried to focus on your goal. You knew that you really should leave now, get three to four hours of travel in tonight to make up for the lost time but they made a compelling argument.

You looked at them both. They should know they already won this bout of conversation. As soon as they’d asked the question, you knew the answer.

“If it’s not trouble,” you said.

“None at all,” Sonia said. “I’ll work on the arrangements.”

She left the room. Now it was just you and Rauru, alone in such a large room. There weren’t even guards. How trusting, how foolish.

“You should tighten your security,” you told him.

His brows raised. “Any particular reason?” he asked.

Oh, so many. Too many.

There was a reason Ganondorf had chosen you to come, because he knew you couldn’t say no to him. You hadn’t said no to him so many times and in so many different ways.

It wasn’t because you were weak or fragile. When push came to shove, you’d normally have no qualms telling him he was wrong. He’d even encouraged it, fond of the challenge. You simply knew when to keep your mouth shut for either safety or occasionally pleasure.

“Like you said, dangerous times,” you settled on saying.

He slowly inhaled and exhaled, a whirlwind of emotion hidden in his eyes.

He didn’t comment further. Instead, he changed the subject, “You must be famished, it’s been such a long day and we barely took a break. May I?”

You gestured for him to go ahead.

He led you down the halls of the castle to a kitchen area. He scooped several fruits you’d seen only briefly in your time here with Ganondorf but hadn’t tried onto a plate. Then he grabbed a pot filled with water and began preparing something.

It was so strange to see, a king making and preparing his own things. It didn’t seem right or rather normal. Especially in comparison to Ganondorf who practically used you as all his needs packed into one. You prepared his food. You stood watch to guard by his throne. You handled the townspeople’s squabbles. You did everything except the political work. That was until recently when you’d been thrown into that too.

“Oh, there you are,” Sonia said as she entered the room. “I couldn’t figure out where the two of you went.”

“My apologies,” Rauru said. “It simply occurred to me that none of us had eaten in our time together. I thought I’d rectify that.”

“A noble cause,” Sonia said as she reached over you for a golden, round fruit.

She bit into it with a small crunch sound. Her eyes fluttered closed for a mere second as something in her seemed to relax.

You could see the smallest droplet of something clear begin to try to roll down her lips and chin but you reached out to gather it with your thumb before it got the chance. It was sticky on your skin though that was to be expected.

Sonia’s hand nearly went to where yours had touched her but she stopped herself.

“I hadn’t realized how hungry I was until food was placed in front of me,” she said with a small smile.

“A common realization,” Rauru said.

He grabbed three cups. What was normal in your hands was dwarfed in his. It seemed so small, like an adult playing with a child’s toy.

He held them like he held the papers (not hard enough to pierce) and the fruit (not hard enough to bruise), not hard enough to crack.

He poured tea into the three cups. You reached for the one closest to you slowly.

“No one has ever made me tea before,” you admitted.

A flitter of sadness was quickly washed away with the hand placed on your arm and smile scratched across her lips as Sonia said, “Then you’re in for a treat, Rauru makes some of the best tea I’ve ever tasted.”

“Now, Sonia, you know better than to place false expectations in people’s heads,” Rauru said.

“And you know better than to lie,” she retorted.

You hide a smile at their banter with the cup before you took a sip.

“I’m afraid Queen Sonia is correct,” you said. “You’ve downplayed. It’s wonderful tea.”

“Thank you.”

“And please, simply call me Sonia.”

You arrived in Gerudo Town nearly four hours after the sun had descended from the sky. You took a moment to bask in the comfortable temperature inside the walls of the town (especially in contrast with the sharp chill of the outside) before you began to make your way to Ganondorf’s chambers.

“You’re late,” he said sternly.

“The meeting ran over,” you explained, not lying but not revealing the entire truth.

He scoffed lightly as he turned to look at you. He circled you, inspected you with critical eyes. He searched for any sign of damage. If there was the smallest scratch or faintest bruise on your skin you knew he’d find it and use it to his advantage. He found nothing.

“Would you like to make up for your lost time?” he asked.

“Of course.”

You followed him to wherever it was he led you. You knew what you were agreeing to. You did it willingly, probably would even if he wasn’t your higher up and simply a man on the street. However, he wasn’t the only person you’d found yourself drawn to in these ways recently. You couldn’t admit to that, however. At the very least not now.

Perhaps soon you’d be able to focus on more than just him and his wants. You dared to dream that maybe one day you could focus on your own.

[urlocalnonbinarybastardwrites]

Hellooo! I literally refresh ur blog RELIGIOUSLY for content, lmao. Would love it if you could do a fandom ship for me

My Appearance

I’m a 5’7 dude with fluffy dark brown hair, but I dyed it strawberry blonde a little while ago- you can tell I’m a brunette since my roots have started showing again. My eyes are also dark brown, and I have a light tannish skin tone with a couple of moles here and there (I’m POC, for better reference) My favorite color is blue, so I’m always wearing different shades of it (navy, cerulean, baby blue, sky blue etc.) and my style is kinda e-boy/soft grunge

My Personality

I like to think that I’m a pretty chill guy. I mostly spend my time playing video games (Minecraft, Pokémon, Genshin and honkai star rail) and minding my own business. my grades are average since I’m too lazy to really study. I’m autistic and extremely socially anxious, so I tend to be non-verbal out in public and I never willingly go outside. That being said, I have a lot of online friends who I love chatting with, and I sorta have dark humor (NOT sexism or racism, I mean dark humor as in joking abt my mental health - which is shit, lmao). I’m also lowkey a nerd, so I love analyzing video game lore and making theories cuz Matpat lowkey raised me.

My Hobbies

As I mentioned previously, I’m obsessed with video games. However, I also like comic books and listening to music while I draw! I’m not a professional artist or anything, but I like to sketch and doodle my fav characters when I can. Idek if this counts as a hobby, but I also collect whatever coins, beer caps, paper clips or any general trinket I can find. One time I found this really tiny tennis racket on the floor at school (it’s plastic and barely the size of my thumb) and I’ve kept it in my purse ever since. Yes, I have a purse- they’re cute as hell

Uhhh, I think that’s it! Pls do the Outsiders or Slaughter fandom!! Ty

IM DOING BOTH BECUASE YOU COMPLIMENYED MEEEEEEE!!!! Ignore my spelling im gay ok

MATPAT RAISED ME TOO LETS BE FRIENDS ANON

Now to the ships:

The Outsiders: Ponyboy Curtis

Explanation: BCUZ I SAID SO/j You and Ponyboy both have special obsessions that you bond over. I think he really likes your style, the way you look, and how especially it contrasts to him. (He’s totally not jealous, yk what they say if you can’t be them be with them) You’re the most interesting person he’s met in the relatively boring town of Tulsa Oklahoma, and he thinks your style is tuff as hell. He would love watching Film Theory with you and doing his own mini analysis, and I think your less social personality would fit with him just perfectly, and he would make sure to respect all of your boundaries. He loves draw with you and listen to music with you, and he loves that you collect things, which is convenient for him because he can’t buy you super expensive gifts due to his low income household, but he can find you cool little knickknacks and such! He wears blue to match you a lot. Yall just chill and vibe together and we love it Yall are cute I ship it 💚

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Texas Chainsaw Massacre:

Nubbins Sawyer

Explanation: I think you and Nubs are an amazing fit together!!! You both have artistic souls….. in much different ways and he has a purse just like you and also likes collecting little things and I think if he ever found anything cool while scavenging for roadkill he’d totally give it to you and you’d probably just have to be like Nubs… I don’t want a dead rat tail…. 💀 But anyway yall are so cute together, I think his more giddy/insane personality is a great constrast to your more shy/chill seeming one. He’s used to being judged for the way he is so I think he would understand you in a lot of ways- not to mention he LOVES your humor, because he has a pretty wacky dark sense of humor himself, and he’s also used to being judged for that too. He would definitely take lotsa pictures of you and then show them to victims. (And ask if you’re attractive and if they say no they get tortured for hours) He loves listening to your rants about your obsessions and in return you have to listen to hours of him ranting about cool roadkill he found that day or how he made a new trap better for catching victims! He also really likes your style despite not being that aware of fashion in general- You both have a way of understanding eachother like to one else. Ayway I love you both I ship it even though Nubs is my pookie

[magnificentdreamlandblizzard]

Haha I wrote a long story while bored. It originally was a draft. Should I continue it? (Writers block)

Prompt: The Coffee Shop Encounter: Your favorite characters from different fandoms accidentally meet in a coffee shop in the human world. What surprising connections are made? (Characters: Light Yagami - Death Note. Akira Howard - Astral Chain. Near - Death Note. Shuichi Saihara - Danganronpa 3. Ticci Tobi - Creepypasta. Jeff the Killer - Creepypasta. Kafka - Honkai Star Rail. Blade - Honkai Star Rail. Silver Wolf - Honkai Star Rail.) 

This story is told from Light Yagamis POV

I didn’t have much time normally. After all, the amount of the scum on this planet was detestable, and someone had to clean it up. What new god would I be if I took a break? 

Yet this was one of the vile times where I had to lay low. It was simply unfathomable to me why they didn’t want me to clean up this world. To make it pure.

Though right now I had nothing to do but face these… requirements head on. And what wouldn’t look more normal than going to the new cafe that opened up? Maybe I needed to put my hand itching for a pen around a fork instead.

The walk to the cafe wasn’t that far from my house, and was actually pretty nice in comparison to huddling in my room with pen, ink, and paper. After all, I’ve spent so much time in front of my computer that I think my chair is exhausted of me.

The inside was peaceful, only disrupted when I brought a small gust of wind in with me through the door. Once the door closed behind me, I was fully inside the small cafe named “Sunlight”, having wood in shades of light orange on the wall, and contrasted by some shades of brown wood outlines for contrasting here and there. It was like they were trying to match their name, but in comparison to blinding ball of light in the sky, they actually set the mood pretty nicely.

The music in the background continued to faintly play as I walked up to the glass case, holding a myriad of different food with smooth white shelves. On the top shelf, a large, layered, circular cake caught my eyes. It seemed to be a strawberry shortcake, on the top layer along with the other cakes, its soft colors complementing the base it was sitting on.

I had come without an order prepared, not scouting out the place before as my dad might. Well, if he got any time off on the Kira case at all.

Even though the cake looked like something Ryuzaki would eat, it did look appealing so I placed it as my order and went to sit down. 

I let out a sigh and looked around, taking in the environment. The overhead fans continue to rotate, making sure the air wasn’t too hot and keeping the cafe at a normal comfortable temperature. It was a relaxing place to say the least, sheltering passerby’s from the bright sun overhead, while satiating their hunger with the knickknacks this place produced.

You may think that it’s weird that I didn’t come with my obsessive, modeling, and pop star “girlfriend” Misa Amane. After all, I wouldn’t be surprised if Ryuzaki thought our relationship was one sided, since he didn’t seem to understand why she was so obsessed with me in the first place. 

Even so though, it seemed like no one knew she was dating a college student that is the son of the chief of police. Which was surprising since it seemed like some peoples jobs to dig up gossip about others and spread it to the farthest corners of the earth.

It turned out that I wasn’t the only one sitting at a table alone surprisingly. You’d think that when a new place opens up, swarms of people would be all over it, with their curiosity getting the better of them. Yet a sparse amount of people were here, making it look like this was an undiscovered gem just gaining popularity.

The first person that caught my eye was one of the three sitting alone, appearing to be a male with messy medium-length black hair. He had a dark blue, form fitting, and dress shirt that had a gray chest plate with the word “police” on it in red. He had some sort of device on his left wrist, hooked to a gray pack thing in his back with a blue chain. It was definitely weird, or unusual as some may call it, along with the fact that his “police” uniform looked nothing like I'd seen before. There was a chance that this light-skinned police officer was from some police force that L hired, but that was unlikely. Ryuzaki would tell me if he did something like that, unless he thought I was Kira which would be a giant pain. 

We both seemed to be waiting for what we ordered, even though this “police” officer stuck out like a sore thumb compared to me. Though this man wasn’t the only one who looked out of place here. This cafe seemed to have attracted an interesting type of people.

For example, another person sitting alone was wearing what appeared to be an academy outfit, even though I didn’t know what school it was from. But to be fair, it wasn’t like I was touring all the schools in Japan.

The person was pale, and wearing a black cap with three white stripes lining the back of it. It also had silver star pinned near the front and from what I could see, he had short dark teal hair under his dark-colored cap. I couldn’t see his face then he was in a spot where he was looking away from me, but I could see his slim figure sitting in the wooden chair.

Though another person was sitting alone with the same shape of body like him, but this person seemed to be more like a boy then something you would call a “man” or consider a “adult of the male gender.” He kept curling his shaggy platinum hair around his finger, which was nearly the same color as his white shorts and pants. He was slender with fair skin, and honestly gave me the same vibes that Ryuzaki gave me.

I heard a faint sound of someone saying “thanks”, and when I turned my head to the direction of the sound, I saw the side of the teenage “policeman” face, his dark grey-brown eyes focused on the waitress serving him his order. Coincidentally, my order came to. And just like the “policeman” I thanked the waitress too before the plate with my cake was placed in front of me, and I grabbed my silver fork, prepared to start eating.

When I was able to get a small piece of the cake in my mouth, it melted instantly. The vanilla cream complemented the strawberries perfectly, adding a bit of creamy vanilla taste to the sweet strawberries. And the dough had been kneaded perfectly, making the sponge light and fluffy, perfect to easily slide down your throat as if it was a boat for the rest of the ingredients.

Unlike me, the white haired boy and the boy with the black cap hadn’t received their order. Instead, the child was piecing together a puzzle made completely of blank puzzle pieces, while the school boy was staring at the other seat in front of them, likely lost in thought. Both of the two were silent, along with me, observing everyone like they were animals in a nature documentary. 

The only talking was from the only group of three, muttering to each other in hushed tones. Two of the three sitting there had their back to me, with one of them wearing a short black coat along with a crop-top which covered the upper part of her body. She also wore a black unbuttoned shorts with a decorative piece of black and purple fabric that hung off her back, along with a white belt that has a game console attached at her hip. Without her stomach being covered, that likely meant that her navel was exposed, but I couldn’t tell, since there was only one person on the other side of them, giving me a clear view of the front of them.

He looked to be a man with fair skin, long dark blue hair with red tips, and red eyes. He wore an oriental-styled black tailcoat with red clothed insides and gray trousers. The tailcoat was embroidered with gold and dark blue colors, and he wears a black belt alongside a styled metal decoration on his left thigh. He was the only man at the table, sitting across from another woman.

This woman appeared to be young with red wine-colored hair that was tied in a messy ponytail with two loose bangs hanging on either side of her face. She looked older than the gray haired woman to the right of her, making it look like this was just a family out for a meal. And if they were, who was I to judge? Though they did seem a little more suspicious than a normally family would, you could easily tell from the gold and silver here and there that they were among the people that were a “higher class”. 

Though in comparison to the other party of people in here, they were actually more normal.

With the remaining taste of sweetness sticking around in my mouth every time I finished taking a bite of the cake, I decided to get a bitter drink to counteract it. I pulled out my phone since I didn’t want to get up and grab a menu, and began to scroll through one of there digital menus I had found online through google. Scrolling past rows and rows of drink choices, I finally found an appealing drink titled “Párizsban” which was actually the word Paris in Hungarian. 

Eventually I managed to flag down a waiter and get my order placed shortly before they walked to the back of the building. The drink in the menu was described as a “coffee with a light brown color, tasting of nuts while the top of the drink had a bit of frothed milk styled to look like the Eiffel Tower.” Whoever had to do the styling for the top of that drink definitely had me feeling bad for them, though they also had my respect to. Whoever was able to make a design like that using a bit of milk was very obviously talented, and could likely pursue a career of art if they tried hard enough. Though that wasn’t the end of the description, also talking about how they put peppermint pieces around the lip of the cup, trying to make the smell “alluring like the city of Paris is.” And also to represent the “city of lights” part of Paris, which was a famous description that it continued to carry.

Honestly the peppermint part seemed a bit slapped together, but this cafe just opened so you couldn’t blame them. They definitely had a good idea going here, it just needed a bit of refinement and touching up here and there. But what that couldn’t help, was the fact that the entire atmosphere was off set a bit from the group of two, sitting in silence.

The one with the back to me had messy brown hair that went in every which way, and his pale, almost gray skin was brought out by luminescent lighting. He was wearing a brown-blue hoodie pullover, a pair of denim pants, a black and white-striped face mask, and he had yellow-tinted goggles on top of his head. On his back there appeared to be an axe with blood that had rusted over, making my built-in-alarm-sounds I had gained from being Kira go off, screaming that he was a villain that needed to be killed. 

Times like these were times that I wanted Misa so I could grab the brunettes name, yet she wasn’t here and it didn’t seem like the cops were going to do anything either. They seemed to be so off-put from his uncomfortable aura that at most they just stared for a while before walking off. Humans were utterly disgusting.

I scoffed and rolled my eyes, focusing on the utterly horrific man on the other side of him. They were a pale, noseless man with long black hair and a Joker-esque grin carved into his face. They didn’t have any eyelids either, and had a slim fitting body to go along with his horrific appearance. The longer I stared at him, the faster my heart raced. And as I was staring at him he lifted his head, his gaze meeting mine, making me flinch instinctively.

Luckily though a waiter bringing me my coffee blocked my eyesight of him with their arm, taking my empty plate that previously contained my shortcake away. 

Thankfully though when my eyesight hit the terrifying figure again, he was back to eating again. Though I knew better than to continue staring at him, so I averted my gaze into the distance and began sipping my hot coffee with a heart that was definitely racing faster than normal.

[headingalaxys-spicy]

How about some Arthur and reader selling themselves short? He likes them and wants them physically and they are beyond shocked about thatttttttt

Here is my response to that:

Arthur had been scrolling on his phone; he’d been ogling your IG page for the past hour to ensure you didn’t have a significant other. He couldn;t understand how you did not already have someone hanging off your firm capable shoulders, but he was glad that position was still vacant. You’d met in one of your courses on campus. You tended to never really speka up. You allowed your data sets, formulas, & analysis speak for itself.

Arthur admired you so. Anytime you spoke new wisdom was being spun into his ears. He couldn;t understand why you rushed over your words and hesitated when you spoke. Whenever it was your turn to share you findings Arthur was always eager to lend an ear.

He daydreamed what it would be like to spend a full 24-hours with you. Arthur wanted to take you on a Ferris Wheel then somehow end the night with you tangled up in his sheets…struggling to keep up with the rouge pirate deep within him. Your screams would feel his fiery vigor. Hands interlaced. Hair tangled. Hearts intertwined.

As he looked up from his phone and activated his bluetooth his green eyes were greeted by you trying on a new outfit 30ft away. Arthur admired the way the new jeans hugged your butt. His pointer finger aggressively rubbed the top of his thumb. It was mean to ward off the budding heat that hit him suddenly. His eyes drank the rest of your body in. Your curves, luscious hair, and cute face… were all things he could never get enough of. Arthur wanted to be able to hold your cheeks forever within his gloved hand. He adored how your face ttrnasformed into a bright shade of ruby.

It didn’t take you long to recognize that there was a familiar blonde gawking at you. Your face felt like it had to be set alight by a match after being drenched in gasoline.

‘What in the world?! What is he dong here?’

Before you could think of a plan to try and evade him you see him and approach you at lightning speed. Arthur was eager to be near you and plunge himself within your warmth. Your eyes wide and brain slowed to a crawl. You came face-to-face with those verdant far fire eyes that greeted your (eye color) ones.

“Good-day Y/N. Heading out to a party this weekend?”

You could feel his eyes greedily take in your body and its crevices. You wanted to melt inside the new coat you’d tried on as your eyes took refuge to the marble floor below. You began to panic over the reason of why he’d come over to chat in the first place. Had you stuttered too much when you spoke? Was their an error in your latest report? Had you accidentally….

A leather-gloved hand guides your head to meet with the British man again. They had a bright shimmer that seemed to put your nerves at ease.

“Y/N are you alright? Your face is extremely flushed, love.” His thumb rubbed at one of your internally red cheeks. “Are you sure you are? If you need my assistance, I can lend you some of mine.”

“Oooh! Yeah. Yeah! I’m fine, Arthur. I’m just tired and didn’t feel like returning to my apartment yet….” Your eyes evade him much more than what you would do while in class. It was difficult for you to have his gloved hand encase your face. You didn’t know what he would want with someone who was boring and uninteresting like you. Unconsciously you began to back away so you could break free of his grip.

“Work? Why don’t you come to my place you seem a little out of it?”

“I assure you I’m fine.” Your feet suddenly are no longer propping you up. You’d taken a tumble on a rouge hanger. Arthur, of course, broke your fall, and his hands planted themselves around your waist.

‘They feel way better than I imagined. It’s like they were crafted from soft marble.’

“If you are, then why are you so skittish, love?” Blunt and bold but trying to keep you at ease. However, you were frozen like fresh lava meeting the cool ocean waters: totally feeling the heat and engulfed by the smoldering smoke created by the closeness of the two of you. Your mind was too clouded to think of a coherent reply.

Excitement coursed through the British man's veins. Arthur loved having you bound by his arms. He was getting closer to you bit by bit. At first, it began with a passionate snog. It can be innocent on the couch and nothing more has to transpire but if you’re okay with going further he’d be okay with shagging the night away.

[asksidon]

Okok so let’s say that his SO has had a bad day. It is either a bad day at work, issues with friends, or whatever it is for sure is causing them to be in such a bad mood that they snap at Sidon over every minor inconvenience. What would Sidon do to: 1. Get their SO to talk about what is making them anxious, and 2. To make them feel better and relieve some stress.

The plan was to go shield surfing on a big hill a ways out from the Domain. You know Sidon suggested it to get your mind off your stress, but you halfheartedly agreed to go.

Sidon is already carrying both of your shields, while you carry a small backpack with a few things in it - water, elixir, snacks, and a few books just in case you camp out for a while as you tend to do when Sidon is itching to get away. He tried to carry the bag, too, but you wouldn't let him. You swerve away when he moves to try and take it from you. "I've got it," you say more harshly than you meant to.

And so it goes on for the rest of the hike to your destination. After the third time (a branch that tripped you up, causing you to snap at him again when he asked if you were okay), you can tell he is trying hard to hold his tongue. You take a deep breath but say nothing. The closer you wish you could be to him, the farther away you feel. And you don't know how to fix it.

"Maybe it would have been better if we stayed back in the Domain," you say quietly. "I have a lot of things I need to do."

"Not much farther to go," he assures you. "But if you really want to head back, I suppose we can." You can tell by his voice that he is holding back from something. Frustration? Sadness? Probably both. You don't say anything.

"Come." He changes direction for a small plain where you can take the shade under a tree for a while. "I feel like a rest," he says, but you have a feeling he's doing this for your benefit. He would deny it if you challenged him, so all you can do is follow.

You throw your bag down and grudgingly sit on the grass. Sidon pretends not to notice and examines a patch of small purple flowers peeking out of the green. He plucks one and offers it to you. You feel your stubborn exterior crumbling as he begins digging through the bag for the snacks. "Snacks fix anything," he once said, but he is silent now. He seems to understand that maybe you don't want to be fixed. And somehow, that makes you feel better.

As you spin the stem of the small flower in your fingers, the guilt comes. Aside from an occasional sigh, he has not given much indication of his own feelings. But then, he rarely does, even with you. That bothers you sometimes. "I'm sorry," you say. "I know I'm not much company lately."

He pulls an apple from the bag but only looks at it. He sets everything aside as he looks at you. "I don't expect you to entertain me, Y/N. I am an adult . . . most of the time." He smiles. "I can keep myself busy and generally require no supervision. If you ever don't feel like doing something that I suggest, you only have to tell me."

His eyes sparkle as the humor returns to them. You want to joke about the lack of supervision, but you're not quite ready yet. You do find, however, that you feel ready to tell him what's been bothering you. You start from the beginning, tell him everything, and he goes quiet while he listens.

“I know I should have told you all of this earlier,” you finish. “I don’t know why I didn’t. I guess it’s hard to think about. But I’m thinking about it anyway.” You realize you’re rambling and stop, and he places his hand over your own.

“Do you want to go home?” he asks you, but you shake your head. Not because you worry about disappointing him, but after all, you’ve realized you’d rather spend the day with him than be cooped up on your own.

“I’m ready to surf. And I think you do need some supervision,” you tease. “Remember, you ran into that tree last time and stirred up a Bokoblin camp while you were at it.”

He chuckles at the memory, his cheeks coloring faintly. “I had hoped never to be reminded again. Not one of my finer moments.”

“It was adorable, once I was sure you were okay, and after we made quick work of our assailants.” You grin as you stand and pick up your backpack, tucking the tiny flower into one of the pockets. “Let’s go!”

[miliawrites]

Little something

Just thinking about having a long tiring day and your college!bf!megumi coming home to comfort you

college!bf!megumi x reader

a/n: Hey! First time writing, hope someone likes it. Also, very sorry if anything is wrong, English isn’t by any means my first language, also open to corrections, thanks

It had been a long day. Tiring classes. Tiring interactions. Just tiring, overall. You had arrived home some hours ago, but ever since that, you hadn’t left the couch, curled up there, trying to sleep, unable to get some rest.

The sound of the door made you wince, as your head had been hurting ever since you had woken up in the morning. Though you knew that the sound of the door came with the arrival of your boyfriend, Megumi Fushiguro. 

He had been out all day, out with his friends, something he didn’t usually enjoy, but you remember how you convinced him to go out, just one day, you’d said, for a short time, you argued. And he did.

“Hey, I’m home” he whispered, as he noticed you hadn’t come to greet him, as per usual.

“Hi”, you could only mutter.

He instantly noticed something was terribly wrong, as you were not being your usual self. 

He sat down, right next to you, and hugged you tightly. And in that moment, you finally let yourself go. All the  stress from the past months, all the angst, everything was being released in the form of tears as you held on to him.

“I’m sorry I can’t be enough for you, I’m sorry I can’t make you happy, please forgive, please don’t ever leave me” you cried, face buried deep in his shoulder.

“Darling” Megumi whispered, leaving you a bit surprised, as he never called you any names besides yours. “You’ve made me happy, you’ve shown me happiness”.

“How can I have shown you happiness when I don’t know it myself?” you shyly whispered in his ear, almost hard for him to hear.

“You showed me colors”, he held his breath. “When I woke up before all I could feel was the black and white of everything. The walls of my room, once red, had turned gray. My favorite jacket, I bought it because it had once been the perfect shade of blue, my sister used to say it matched my eyes”, he gifted you with a short and dry laugh. “Suddenly it just looked black, plain, dull, lifeless, black. When I was younger I used to stare at myself in the mirror, and despite never thinking highly of myself, I loved to look at my blue eyes my mom once compared to the ocean. One day I just woke up and stared at myself, once again, and all color had drained out of them, leaving them to look completely black and out of life”, he stopped for a second. “I had never really loved anyone. Not until you came and showed me how to. How to love, how to live. How to see color. Suddenly, I saw my eyes reflected in yours and could appreciate the blue in them. All at once, colors came to me, my jacket was blue, my walls were red and food seemed to taste better with color. All thanks to you. You made me happy. You helped me understand happiness. And I love you for that. And for everything. I love you.”

[soul-sparx]

RYU’S SFV COSTUMES RATED

It’s been a hot minute since I’ve done one of these, but they were some of my favorite posts on my old blog before it got nuked, so I figured I’d do another just for fun, and who better to choose than the series main character, in his final outing in the role?

Default

9/10

Ah, Ryu’s typical look. What can be said about it that already hasn’t been said? Not a whole lot. Ryu has aged gracefully in the past more than 35 years, and is one of the characters least affected by SFV’s confusing, pseudo-realistic art direction. The only marks I have against this are the color of his gi, and his hairstyle. On the gi, it looks like he hasn’t washed it since the first SF game came out back in 1987. That thing crunches when he walks. I get they’re going for a worn, used look, but I feel like they pushed it a bit too far here. As for his hair, I was just never a fan of the black, spiked look. I much prefer the look from SFII-- dark brown and brushed forward, hanging over his bandana with some weight on it. Ultimately, though, these are small marks against an otherwise great take on an old look.

Story

7/10

“But Ava!” you may say, “Doesn’t this costume do exactly what you criticized the default costume for not doing?”

Yes it does, however a couple things make it far less appealing to me. To start with positives, the color of his gi and belt are much better, still looking worn and used but not outright dirty. This Ryu takes care of himself and his stuff. That said, in trying to replicate the Street Fighter Alpha look, they made some...odd choices. Lightening his skin makes him look paler, not sickly but...getting there. I’m not going to call it whitewashing, because I don’t think it is, but it is a strange choice. His hair looks...molded, rather than brushed, like a clay headpiece you’d customize a Lego minifigure with. Finally, they tried to apply an odd cel-shading look and, what little consistent artstyle SFV has does not work with cel-shading. Overall, I’d say it’s a good idea with less than stellar execution.

Battle

10/10

Now THIS is how Ryu should’ve looked by default in this game. Theoretically, Ryu’s story in this game is the culmination of his battle with the Satsui no Hado, and this haggard, worn-down Ryu comminucates that beautifully. The torn, dirty pants, the unkempt beard (which also shows him working to defeat the Satsui no Hado, bringing him closer to his master, Gouken, visually), the ramshackle sparring gloves made of nothing but tightly-tied sports tape, this is Ryu at his lowest, ready to reach his highest, and I’m so glad they based his appearance in SF6 on this costume.

B-Boy

9/10

Now look, I get it, this is goofy, this is out of character, this is just stupid. But... I kind of love it for that? Like, it’s so goofy and out of character that it becomes hilarious and I gotta love it for that. On top of that, it’s actually pretty solid? Functionally speaking? The silvery pants and coat mirror his gi, and the black shirt and black trim of his jacket keep the emphasis on his arms and legs, further emphasized by the red shoes, rings, and wristbands. Like...it’s stupidly fun AND doesn’t hamper gameplay. How am I supposed to get mad at this?

Halloween

6/10

Don’t get me wrong, this costume is VERY cool, but I feel like the everpresent stark red might betray its functionality. I feel like it’s at least inspired by Bishamon from Darkstalkers, but Bishamon makes up for his almost all-red color palette with gold trims and wide, open posing that makes every keyframe clear. This has the gold trims, but Ryu’s posing is very closed and guarded. I’m sure it’s still usable, but it’s not nearly as readable as, for example, the default or b-boy costumes.

Capcom Pro Tour 2017

8/10

I'll admit, my understanding of Japanese culture is limited, but this does feel like some kind of traditional festival attire, and to that end I think it's very successful and fairly in-character for Ryu. He strikes me as a traditionalist, and I'm sure he's very popular in the village that I'm certain lies just down the mountain path from Suzaku Castle. It also works well from a functional aspect. His exposed arms and red gloves contrasted against blue/white ropes bring proper attention to his arms for moves like the Hadouken and Shoryuken, while the black vest draws your eye downward into his blue, long, wide pants to prepare you for moves like the Tatsumaki Senpukyaku. I'm curious about the purpose behind the dragon on his back, if that serves as a cultural reference, but it looks cool without getting in the way of functionality, so I can't be mad at it.

School

7/10

I question the choice to make this costume in the first place, it seems odd, but it looks fairly cool and is perfectly functional between the rolled up sleeves, long coat, and tapestry lining the coats inside to keep the legs visible. Doesn't do anything for me, and is kind of weird from a character perspective, but it does what it sets out to do and I don't have any real gripes with it.

Arthur - Ghosts ‘n Goblins

5/10

I have nothing to say here that I didn't cover with the Haloween costume. I do appreciate the Ghosts 'n Goblins reference, but thst doesn't excuse bad readability.

Jin Saotome - Cyberbots: Fullmetal Madness

4/10

Same as above, but I'd say it's even worse here. If you notice, his shoulders, elbows, knees, and feet are covered by a kind of metallic material. In artwork, as well as sprites in Marvel vs. Capcom 2 (Jin's only playable appearance outside of a mecha), those metallic parts are a starker, darker silver color in order to make his posing more readable despite his all-white outfit. In other words, they actively made the design worse for...seemingly no reason.

Mega Man - Mega Man

9/10

This is so goddamn funny to me. Like, Mega Man is this tiny little Astroboy knockoff, he's not even 5 feet tall. Meanwhile Ryu is this hulking, muscular mass of meat. It's so funny to me how much this doesn't fit. As for readability, Mega Man is already one of the best designed video game characters ever made, so this is perfectly fine functionally.

Kairi - Street Fighter EX

8/10

I'm not particularly familiar with this character, as I've only played SFEX once, but it's very cool to see them referencing such an obscure piece of SF history. Not to mention, it just looks cool. Not much to say beyond that.

Track Suit

5/10

Eh....if you remember my old costume reviews, you know I'm not a fan of these. They're fine functionally, but I have no idea why every character has one, and they just get boring and tiring after looking at them 14 times over.

BCRF

8/10

It's pretty cool. It looks oddly tactical, and I don't really get the asymmetrical look-- why bring so much attention to one arm over the other, it's not like Yamazaki's right arm in Fatal Fury/KoF, which contains the power of a god. Ultimately, though, it was for a good cause and it works well enough. Not gonna complain.

[lampmanliveblogs]

Screw finding out what Mandrake wants, we’ve got some tension in the friend group. Amity is not used to Willow being so confident and accidentally underplays her competence and power. And I understand where Willow is coming from, but at the same time, I think it’s kinda sweet that Amity tried to comfort her. No one said becoming a better person was going to be a journey without bumps in the road.

Anyway, Amity says she got some messages from Luz on her tamagotchi thing about a big discovery regarding the Day of Unity (that being Belos’ true identity and plans) as well as telling her ”don’t scare him away.” Who could this ”him” be, Hunter?

Maybe… Aside from the Owl House, the only other place where Hunter has some form of friends is Hexside. And last time Hunter & Amity met, they fought each other for the portal key. So Luz could be telling Amity not to scare Hunter off… not sure how Luz would know where Hunter is though.

Willow mentioned that she went to the Owl House, but that there were a bunch of coven scouts around. No mention of any fighting, so maybe Eda & Lilith already left.

Look, it’s Pancake! Hunter's gotta be somewhere close then. Looks like this flappy lil’ rascal is trying to steal some food for his chosen witch.

Pictured: Gus about to slam into this door.

Paranoratorium… is that a pun on paranormal and auditorium?

My first instinct upon seeing it closed for repairs was thinking that Luz & Gang crashed it during on of their adventures. Hmm… didn’t they fight the greater basilisk in an auditorium?

Regardless, a room closed for repairs makes for a good enough hiding spot for a boy on the run.

Hunter, my dear boy, it’s good to see you again. Glad to see you’re doing somewhat okay all things considered. I love that purse, where did you get it? I see you’ve taken to sleeping in a pile of trash. You know, I know a certain lady who also enjoys a good pile of trash.

Let’s see… in addition to a sleeping bag, a backpack filled with papers, an actual trash bag, and a broom (for keeping things tidy no doubt), he also got two boxes of appleblood, two purple boxes with unidentified content, and three bags of Hex Mix. He’s also got three books on grimwalkers, which answers a question I brought up in my Conspiracy Corner post I made yesterday. That being whether Philip invented the grimwalkers, or if he got the recipe from somewhere else. It’d seem he did get it from somewhere else.

Of special note is the book titled ”Grimwalkers Extinction.” Implying that grimwalkers were once more commonplace, but are now believed to be extinct. Perhaps due to resource shortage, Stonesleeper lungs can’t be very common.

Principal Bump calls for every student to come to the gym, prompting Gus to leave Hunter, but not before giving him his lunch.

(Hunter sounded worried when he heard Luz wasn’t with Eda… d’aw, he really does care)

Anyway, we find out Mandrake the Magicians real name; Adrian Grey. Being that he’s an illusionist, you’d think he’d have a name with a bit more color to it. Let’s hope his illusions are a bit more colorful than his name. It might be a bit boring to only have mirages rendered in fifty shades of grey.

Ahem.

What’s he doing here though? Trying to find Luz? Trying to find Hunter? Getting all the young witches to join a coven before the Day of Unity to provide a bit of extra power to the spell?

[freakystrashdump]

You said that when Priest and Salem first met, they were nice to each other. What impression did they have? What did they think of the other? Priest found a pretty girl in Salem? 👀 obviously before he knew she was a witch.

They were fully charmed by each other, it was on sight. Which made the betrayal both of them experienced all the more painful, more personal.

Let me feed you some bits of their first meeting under the cut :3c

~*~*~*~*~

The man smiled warmly and gave a firm pat to her shoulder “There we go, better?”

“Much.” Salem smiled back.

He dropped his hand from her shoulder “I don’t remember seeing such a fair face before. Tell me, are you a new member of our congregation?” he inquired

“Huh?” Salem blinked owlishly, processing his words, and quickly put her hands up defensively “Oh! Oh, no no, nothing like that Father, I’m mostly sightseeing.” she laughed nervously, opting not to react to the blatant compliment he gave her as well “I just saw the church and it felt somehow nostalgic, so I wanted to explore a bit before I moved on.”

“Well then, I’ll try my best to be a good host then.” the priest offered “If you’d have me, miss…?”

Salem saw him outstretch one arm towards her, the other behind his back and he bent at the waist ever so slightly, as if trying his best to look less intimidating. 

So she offered her hand to him, placing it gently in his grasp “You can call me Salem, Father.”

~*~*~*~*~

“And you, Father? Any name I could call you by?” Salem questioned.

He regarded her for a moment, analyzing, before lifting up the girl's hand which was gingerly placed in his and bending down just a bit more to close the remaining gap, placing a chaste kiss on her knuckles “I don’t really go by one, mostly just by my title.” he drawled as he straightened back up, satisfied by the obvious darker shade of pink which marred his guests bubblegum-colored cheeks “I am called the Priest by most. Though Father, Reverend, Pastor, even Minister sometimes, is used by members of my flock as well.” he continued cooly “Whatever suits you most, call me by it and I will answer.”

Salem, on the other hand, was anything but cool. She felt the heat in her cheeks the moment he brushed his lips over her hand, not used to such a show of gentlemanship from…well, anyone really. Sure Lucifer loved using such manners on her, but he was…well he was Lucifer. It was who he was, everything he did was theatrical and over the top.

This felt calm and intimate.

Honest.

~*~*~*~*~

"Fascinating…to see it still standing." Priest muttered "You said it was a museum during your life, how long have you been dead again?"

Salem pursed her lips, the topic still a bit fresh on her mind "Oh." She paused and looked away nervously. "Umm, well, it's been maybe…five…or six months, I think?"

It was an uneasy and heavy silence, one that was filled with regret from both of them. Hers, understandably so, for a life she hadn't properly mourned yet, and his for even asking such a question in the first place.

"Christ almighty, you're…" he trailed off and grimaced, trying to find the appropriate word.

Salem chuckled dryly and finished for him "Fresh?"

The arm she was leaned against lifted and secured its place around her shoulders "Young. Your death is so young, child, you haven't mourned yet." He squeezed her shoulder and pulled her closer "I apologize, my question comes off as heartless now, in hindsight."

[thelittlepoetprincess]

𝐃𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐞 Part 2

 How I imagine Dottore during his Akademiya days with a hint of unrequited love. Spoilers ahead!

Warning(s): One-sided love, romantic undertones, mentions of death and abuse, character death(not u), blood and gore if you squint.

Word Count: 1.97k

 Part One

Word quickly spread about you and him, many of them saying he’d brainwashed you to see if it’d work then used it again on his underclassmen. Those quickly dissipated once you graduated, however. You couldn’t help but be slightly worried about him, or rather your relationship with him. He was never the type to reach out first and with Sohreh being close it made sense.

You laughed as you ran behind your many peers to take a peek at the list of who’d be advancing their work after graduation. Zandik and Sohreh were close behind, hanging about since he didn’t like crowds. “They’re rather eager, aren’t they?“ She remarked while watching you climb over shoulders and respectfully butt heads to see properly. He folded his arms as he supervised, his familiar scowl on as he observed you, or rather the glowing white gem on your hip. Your face got frustrated and it briefly turned that typical shade of green Anemo visions possesses. His eyes tightened as he watched the breeze carry you just enough to let you skim the list. His focus was more on the way the wind faded just as the color did rather than the way your face fell at the results. You came back over to them with a defeated grin. “I didn’t make it to the elemental study team but I made it to the ruin research squad.“ “I’m sorry you didn’t make it. The good news is you made it onto one of the teams so you can still stay here. With us!“ Sohreh grabbed both of your hands, giving you her usual smile. You squeezed hers back with renewed vitality, pumping yourself up for the number of expeditions you’d have to take now. It’d be a lot of walking, exploring, and other things but you’d get used to it. You looked at Zandik, who was grinning ear to ear. Never a good sign. “This means you’ll be going to investigate those fallen ruin guards and machines, correct? I expect you to bring me back maps and journals from your expeditions. Even show me there?”

He leaned over really close, which always sent you into a frenzy. At this point, he’d begun doing it just to get you to do what he wanted it was a dirty trick of his. “Okay! I’ll think about taking you along. If my superior allows it.” He grinned as Sohreh chuckled while insisting on taking the three of you out to celebrate. He always had better things to do so it’d just be you and her yet again.

Dinner wasn’t awkward, but it wasn’t overly friendly. You two spent most of the evening getting to know each other past what Zandik told each of you about each other. She was a sweetheart, and very lovable. You almost almost felt terrible about being wary of leaving her with him. She very obviously had a crush on him and he very clearly didn’t care but also you knew better than anyone what type of man he was. A womanizer, not in the typical sense either. In the sense, they never really made it out in one piece.

You laughed as you downed the dandelion wine, a joyous chuckle following. Perhaps you should’ve become an adventurer for the guild that way you had a reason to go to Mondstadt and enjoy the drinks. The familiar buzz settled in which let you know to slow down, opening up the door for more conversation. “You and Zandik seem close. I’m honestly a little envious of you, (Y/N). He’s cold and never smiles, he always complains when I’m around but he never turns away your company.” You chortled as you pulled her into a reassuring hug to try and combat her bad mood. Truthfully, you cared about her and wanted to see her happy, even if it was with him. Not that he’d accept either of you anyway. His true love was always and forever his research. Perhaps she knew this too and that’s why you were able to find solace in one another. “It’s part of his appeal I guess. Mr. Handsome but not so popular. I understand, I’ve tried wiggling my way into his heart but... well. You can see how that ended up, I’m stuck as his glorified research partner.” She sighed deeply as she nestled up to you, a kinship between you formed at that moment. In your heart, you wanted her to give up there and yet another part of you said she could give it another try. Just because you failed didn’t mean she would. “You could still try, better to know and move on than to live life and think ‘What if’?”

If only you hadn’t said that. Maybe she’d still be here, maybe Zandik wouldn’t have left with the Fatui. Perhaps you wouldn’t go to sleep every night listening to her phantom haunt you about what you’d done. If only. He’d gotten comfortable dragging you out to show him the ruins and their secrets. You wished today you hadn’t followed him.

You huffed as you passed out on your bed, settling down in the mango and Vanilla scented sheets, letting yourself drift off and rest your heavy worn muscles. Just as you began to slip into sleep you felt someone lay down next to you. A swift movement to roll over sent you face to face with him, who was grinning ear to ear and bearing all those pretty fangs for you to see. His scarlet eyes seemed to look through you as he inched closer. “Don’t even try it, Zan. What do you want?” He groaned in defeat, getting up to move away while you settled back into the middle of your bed to calm your thundering heart. Apparently, he and Sohreh were going to go behind your team to investigate a particular ruin that interested him. He just came for the map. You hated the fact you were jealous of her but set it aside to give her the space to confess. Or at least that’s what you said for 2 hours until you went after them. You kept telling yourself that it was to prevent them from getting hurt but you knew why you followed them. You just wanted to see if she’d succeed where you failed. That’s when you saw it. Everything was so red, she was everywhere. Parts of her dripped from the machine but what was most jarring was watching him. He loomed over her the same way he did you with one of his hands painted red and chunky, feeling around in her disfigured torso. You took a step back, you’re panting loud enough to alert him of your presence. He was on you before you could scream to cover your lips with his clean hand, hushing you. The scent of his mint and cedarwood cologne was masked by the smell of blood, it was too much and you ended up blacking out. When you woke up you were home but not alone.

It didn’t take long from then for the word to spread. Of course, they couldn’t prove it was him but they didn’t need the evidence to spread rumors. The sights, sounds, and smells, linger in your mind even to this day. The towering man that recruited him plagues your vision like a shadow, threatening to consume you if you looked too long. Prompting you to forget him, Zandik, and Sohreh. Forget the ruins and all that happened in them.

“No, no, no , no. I can’t no. You... you.” You backed away from his open arms, away from the man who’d taken your friend from you. Even the thought of the scene before you made you want to vomit. They couldn’t get him properly convicted but everyone knew what he did. You knew what he did. His words rang in your ears, something about human enhancement again and divine power. You’d shy away until you were cornered, your head was aching so much. That’s when you noticed he stopped getting closer. A golden geo shield was blocking him from taking another step. Your necklace was glowing the same color as the shield and he looked satisfied. “I knew it. All those times a cold breeze came by, my flowers would grow back somehow, or a chill in the air would send my oppressors running. It was all you. You’re not a proper vision bearer, are you? I wonder what would happen if someone found out about this?” ”Leave. I’ll keep your secret, you keep mine. Just go. Please.” The words left your lips like a plead rather than a threat. He leaned back, seemingly content with that answer and he left. You wanted to scream, cry, throw something, anything at him as he strode out. Your body was too weak, even more so under the intense gaze of the man he followed. Something about him scared you, as if you were in the presence of a beast of legends. You huddled in the tree, watching him leave with the stranger from the Fatui. Your head was still spinning as you rested your cool hand against it, glaring at him from the branches. Good riddance, you just wished Sohreh didn’t have to. . . didn’t end up. . . A sick queasy feeling overcame you when you thought about it.

He’d once heard the term ‘Let sleeping dogs lie’. He supposed that’s what this case would be. Something about you wouldn’t let him put it to rest. It wasn’t the threat of being caught nor the interest in your unique skill set. Perhaps it was the way you passed out in his arms, defenseless to the point it took all of him not to dissect you then and there.

“Are you sure they won’t be a problem?“ The jester asked him while he swirled the familiar blue vial between his fingers. He shook his head, arms folding behind him with a sinister chuckle. “Not yet, maybe in the future. By then, though, I’ll be able to handle them on my own.“ He watched you glare at him from the comfort of your treehouse and Sumeru, his old home. He briefly remembered all the moments you’d make your affections for him obvious, the way your ears flushed when he got too close or whispered a double entendre in the heat of the moment. It made him shiver when you passed out before him or used his exam table as a bed, taking all his self control not to take you apart and put you back together. Even now, watching you slowly disappear as he got further away, he wanted so badly to wait until you slept to kidnap you. Your abilities hadn’t fully fledged yet. He needed to wait, oh how he hated waiting! He’d bide his time, wait for the perfect moment. Then, and only then, would he strike. “You’ll need a codename now, since you’ll be one of us. Il Dottore, The Doctor, shall be yours.” How ironic. He couldn’t help but laugh, much to Jester’s dismay. “What is so funny?”  “Nothing nothing, I just find it ironic. Afterall, I was trying to save Sohreh. In my own way.“ It reminded him of a memory. He’d spent the whole day patching up his mother, the two chatting about her life in Fontaine when Father returned home. Another failed attempt apparently, from the way he slung his gear to the floor. Young Zandik, the little fool, crept out to try and placate his father with his latest invention. This only earned him a fresh bruise and more bitter memories in which would fester into his reclusive personality and obsession with improving mankind. With such a frail mother, he was dedicated to creating a man to rival even the Archons and Celestia. ‘Her little doctor’ That’s what she’d call him. “Je reviendrai, ma divinité.“

[dreamwritesimagines]

“Anthony I must tell you something but before I do that, I need you to remember that you love me.” this is going to be fun alslaksaks OMG LMAO Colin literally said it a couple sentences down. “Very bad” well, with how much she exaggerates i don’t trust her judgement lmao 

“…Did you kill someone?” Anthony asked. “I’m not going to judge, I just need to know. We can move past that.” LMAAAAAAAAAO ANTHONY. he’s just getting a heart attack every time Cherie walks in and discusses the weeding like bc he honestly has no idea what she’s going to spring on him this time. LMAO I KNEW IT HAHAHAHA IT’S PIEDRO EVERYONE. i don’t think he’ll attend tho sksksk he’s too “heartbroken” for it. “Me? You want me to tell him?” Cherie why would u feed your future husband to the shark, you won’t have a husband by the end of this if we keep going at this rate sksksk

“One of them is light white, the other one is dark white.” HELP this is so fucking funny. but in Anthony’s defense though. i think it’s already proven that women actually see more shades of color than men do sooo. then again, Benedict knows but he’s a painter so he kinda has too lmao. “Don’t blame me if you only bothered to learn the names of eleven colors you heathen.” exactly lol.

“I can’t believe I stayed up until midnight trying to decide whether you’d like pearl or porcelain envelopes better only for you to call it white.” BWAHAHAHA honestly, Cherie shouldn’t stress. anything she picks Anthony will always agree no matter what so i don’t think he will have an opinion on anything that’s going on with decorations etc. he just wants to marry her that’s the only thing on his mind. and well, all the Honeymoon Whority™️ that’s ALWAYS on his mind.

“Wait, I almost forgot.” / “Forgot what?” ah we’re back at it again, Anthony Bridgerton and The Whority™️ of this man. “You’re staying in my room.” / “Am I?” / “Yes.” / “All the time?” well, they will be staying there all the time alright. and i’m sure after their wedding night, Cherie wouldn’t want to leave. and she will finally understand why she barely saw Cece after her wedding sksksks i can’t wait for that realization.

“Will it not be uncomfortable for you at night?” // “Oh trust me, it will be the complete opposite.” SEE WHAT I MEAN. Honeymoon Whority™️ i tell u, it the only thing his braincells are capable of thinking of atm. and marrying the love of his life and being with her forever, of course. stop they’re so cute being giggly and running around and ugh. remember that time when Cherie saw Elias and Cece running around in Stormview? and how she wished she would get that kind of love someday? LOOK AT HER NOW <333

“And Anthony–as he had promised–hadn’t disagreed with any of your decisions about the engagement ball, letting you design the ballroom as you wished.” he just wants this to get done as quickly as possible and he knows arguing would only lead to delays sksksk but also, he will give her the world so whatever way she wants it goes. future mother-in-law. aww <33 and pls, they’re whole convo about Cassie. like i love this lil moments where Violet would remind Cherie of little glimpses about her mother that she didn’t get the chance to see.

oh, it’s the Obsessed Harlot™️ isn’t it. yep. here he is sksksk. dear lord, this man knows no bounds. right in front of his mother sksksks but no they’re so cure and so in love it hurts. also Anthony not being able to keep his hands to himself and he just does whatever it is he can to be close to her <333 “I think you look absolutely gorgeous.” this man is swear. “Great idea.” see what i mean??? Anthony would just agree with everything. he’s just nodding and smiling bc his mind is already on after the wedding lol. “You’re the lady of the house darling. Change whatever you want at your heart’s desire.” UGHHHHHH HOW CAN U NOT LOVE THIS MAN. he’s so whipped it’s so cute.

oh dear, not another poem. OMG WAIT I THINK I FIGURED it OUT. skskks so Cherie is the bird, Sinclair is the wolf, Anthony is the hunter. maybe it’s something along the lines of, the wolf getting close to/admiring the bird but then the hunter shot him before it could happen?? so kinda like how, Sinclair and Cherie but then Anthony came around and ruined his chances. a.k.a. the hunter killing the wolf so the wolf can’t be with the bird…..??? lmao i’m trying to salvage this poor thing. idk why they’re in the desert tho. omg damn….Marie’s lived a life that’s for sure LMAO WHAT IS THIS. OMG WHAT. TEN PEOPLE……omg what do they get up to in France??

“You had asked the modiste to use sirens as an inspiration” oh Anthony’s going to FAINT WHEN HE SEES HER AAAH. and i love the call back that her dress is inspired by the moment when he realized he loved her <3 every time i see a man gifting the woman a necklace i just know Horniness™️ is about to commence sksksksk. gosh Anthony touching and kissing her neck like that should be have a WARNING MY HEART CAN’T TAKE IT. 

“Because, my sweet siren If I so much as feel your lips against mine, I will carry you to that bed right there.” SEE WHAT I MEAN SALKSLKALSKLA THE HORNINESS™️ IS HERE. on one hand, i don’t want Cherie’s efforts to go waste i want her to enjoy her hard work. and well, it’s their engagement ball. but on one hand, the devil in me is chanting: DO IT. DO IT. DO IT. “And we will not be leaving this room until you’re thoroughly satisfied and completely mine.” HE SUCH A WHORE I LOVE IT.

….frickin Elias sksks he’s not even here and he’s already cockblocking. honestly i don’t doubt he was stressing when he saw that Cherie and Anthony was missing lmaao it wouldn’t surprise me that he’d start banging on the doors with a gun in hand.

“Join me when you’re ready, Viscountess.” Can he NOT DO THIS. he knows she’s flustered, he KNOWS his effect on her i don’t doubt he means “ready” as when she’s caught her breath ksksksk “Not when he was talking to you like that.” same girl same. this is basically what i;ve been thinking with all his lines like. this man knows how to use his words and use them effectively. 

“the waltz as he had picked, much to Elias’s protests” ELIAS U HYPODROME LMAO. he’s so funny. i’m so sure he threw a fit during that dance and Cece just has to console the poor puppy.

“all you wanted was to be back in your room with him, alone.” ah the Whoriness of Anthony™️ has rubbed off on her and she doesn’t even know it yet!! she’s got so much more to learn and when that happens…..oof!

“Of course, who?” // “Mr. Sinclair.” she’s still matchmaking i seee. stop i love this so much. “Your talent is a blessing” i wonder how much that her hurt so say LMAO. oh pls, the classic dropping of the dance card, always works.

aah, my fave secretly in love couples <3 LMAO HUGH IS STILL MAKING ANTHONY SUFFER I SEE. this whole interaction is so funny omg i totally forgot about the desperate proposal in the drawing room sksksk.

can he stop pushing her against walls it’s not healthy for my sanity i’m going to COMBUST. “Please tell me you weren’t serious back there.” aww lil jealous Anthony my beloved <3 “When I do what?” ugh. now Anthony’s making me suffer he’s so cocky it’s so hot sksksks. he’s taunting her so much like it’s so AAAH <3 “Words, my love.” CAN HE SHUT THE FUCK UP SKSKSKSK. “Patience.” YOU’RE ONE TO TALK. this is the same man who begged the wedding to be at two weeks at most. “Yes I am.” he’s such a lil shit. “I shall get my revenge, you know.” / “Oh I don’t doubt it.” omg once Cherie finally knows eveyrhting and realises the power she has over him oh it’s DONE FOR. Anthony is going to die and resurrect over and over. AND NOW WE HAVE THE WEDDING. aaah i can’t wait <3 it’s been such a journey for this two and now it’s finally here <3 onwards with the tears and all the love and such. i loved this! <3

– TM Anon™️

Omg loveeee hiii! I’m so excited for this! ❤❤❤

She is a very dramatic person but it runs in the family and Anthony is just a bit familiar with it from spending a lifetime with Elias 😂 But Cherie takes it to the next level 😂

Anthony probably doesn’t even know the half of the things that were included in this whole wedding planning 😂

Cherie why would u feed your future husband to the shark, you won’t have a husband by the end of this if we keep going at this rate sksksk Lollll can you imagine how Percy reacted to those news?! 😂

Cherie will never stop being surprised at Anthony not knowing/caring about the exact shade of her gowns and such 😂

Honeymoon Whority™  OMG I’M DYING AT THIS😂 “Honeymoon whority”, I will use this a lot! 😂

Oh they will stay there A LOOOOT 😏❤

AAAAAAH I DO REMEMBER THAT TIME! 😱❤ Yesssss, and Anthony is looking at him exactly how she wanted! 😍

he just wants this to get done as quickly as possible and he knows arguing would only lead to delays sksksk but also, he will give her the world so whatever way she wants it goes. Anthony is like, counting down the seconds at this point 😁 HE HAS PLANS😈

POETRY ANALYSIS OMG YOU’RE SO AWESOME! 😂 That’s actually very close to what I had in mind! 😂

Siren dress as a call back to that timeee! ❤

I actually don’t think Anthony would say no if she said they should skip the ball😈 He stopped caring about the ball the moment he saw her ❤

HE SUCH A WHORE I LOVE IT. YOU ARE RIGHT AND YOU SHOULD SAY IT😂

Elias is watching them like a hawk! He will keep doing that during the wedding breakfast as well!

this man knows how to use his words and use them effectively. He will do that after the wedding as well😈

Lollll Elias probably went like “How dare he pick the waltz?!” 😂

Oh yeah, when that happens….😏

She will be trying to matchmake everyone around her! 😍

Hugh enjoys that a lot 😂

“Words, my love.” CAN HE SHUT THE FUCK UP SKSKSKSK. THE FACT THAT I CAN ALMOST HEAR THIS😂

omg once Cherie finally knows eveyrhting and realises the power she has over him oh it’s DONE FOR. Anthony is going to die and resurrect over and over. OH YES 😏 That will be so much fun! ❤

Yessss next chapter is the wedding and afterwards! ❤ I hope you’ll like it! ❤❤❤

Honeyyyy, you’ve made me so happy with this, thank you so so much! ❤❤❤

[lynx-paw]

Your face-blind post made me feel heard ugh...i cant see anything in my head. No faces, no objects, no colors. Sometimes a shape but thats about it. Its obv not the same issue as yours but its as equally as frustrating especially when people say "just try harder to see/imagine"??? Like??? How am i supposed to do that if my mind doesnt work like that?

People can be so insensitive..sending you lots of love rn🧡

Hey dear 👋 This will be a loooong answer, sorry.

Thank you so much for reaching out, I can’t express properly how much it means to me. Feel free to come to my asks or in DMs whenever you want to talk or vent, I’ll be here.

Unfortunately, a lot of people never heard of face-blindness (aka prosopagnosia) and I took it as my goal to spread the word about it however and whenever I can. If someone is bothered by it here on Tumblr, they can unfollow me 😊.

The reason why I’m talking about it non-stop is because it’s never talked about in the media except that one time Brad Pitt said he has prosopagnosia and media went crazy for whole… 2 seconds, some calling him a liar and how he’s using it as an excuse to be rude and ignorant. I’m not defending him or pretending to be an expert so I can say “yes he has it” or “no, he’s just pretending”, but he’s a good example of how people treat face-blind individuals. We’re often “welcomed” with words like “try harder”, “you’re faking it”, “just admit you didn’t greet me because you were mad at me”, “if it was real condition, I would’ve heard of it” etc.

As I said before, I didn’t know a single thing about face-blindness until I explained to my boyfriend at the time that I just can’t memorize his face and that I can’t have a mental image of him in my mind. And then I went down the rabbit hole and researched for months and months before I was able to put a label on my condition. Prosopagnosia. A part of my brain is fucked. I don’t “see” faces and animals. It hit me so hard. I was in denial for a long time. I told myself it can’t be true, I can’t have a damaged brain and no way to fix it.

But, here I am, years later. I’d lie if I said it doesn’t feel burdensome to introduce myself every time with “Hi, I’m (insert name). If I walk past you next time and don’t greet you, please don’t be mad. I’m face-blind.” And I feel sorry every time when I send my friends a photo of someone in a movie, series or music video and ask “Who is that? Is that (insert name)?” By far the worst is not being able to recognize myself in older, especially group, photos. Older as in… 2 months ago. Sometimes even less.

For movies, videos etc. I found [CC] aka “closed captions” helpful. They always put the name of the person speaking in front of the dialogue.

And a funny thing – I have colour-blind friend! She doesn’t see shades of pink/red. So when she asks me how my character from a fic I’m writing looks like or how I imagine them I just tell her “I don’t know, but I think they’re pink.” It’s our funny way of reminding each other we’re blind, just different type of it.

Now, I’ll allow myself to comment on your condition. Sorry if I’m crossing a boundary. So, face-blindness is caused by damage or impairment of right fusiform gyrus, a part of our brain which controls facial perception and memory. My research tells me that in my case, that part is only partially damaged/not functioning well because I have no problem with colours, complex geometric shapes etc., just animals and human faces. In your case, I think the part is completely damaged/not functioning based on what you told me.

Here’s the link to Wikipedia article that gives a brief idea of what’s going on. It has a lot of references and sources so I believe it’s credible enough to be a start point in your research if you’d like to do that. For me, researching and understanding my condition helped me cope with it better.

If that doesn’t help, just remember you can always blame it on your ancestors 😂.

Sending lots and lots of hugs 😊.

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Clawless chapters 23 & 24

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Chapter 23

…and a pale pink sweater with a rolled neck. It didn’t quite cover the collar, so I added my school scarf. It was Marshall red, which I was pretty sure clashed with my sweater, but I couldn’t find anything better in my limited closet.

It’s not so much that it clashes as it is that you probably look like Valentine’s day. 

They were gathered in the breakroom of Omega House. The tables and chairs had been pushed aside and they were a blur of shining hair, bright smiles, and beautiful dresses in every shade of the pack colors. The combined chatter and laughter were almost overwhelming, and I hovered in the doorway, scanning the crowd. All the senior omegas were there, along with a smattering of betas. And there wasn’t a male in sight, if you didn’t count the squirming, yawning, yipping bundles of fur in their mothers’ arms. 

Here’s the thing about the dynamics presented IN THIS SERIES: that all omegas are made to be caretakers. 

Yet somehow in the same breath, they say that the male omegas are somehow above taking care of the babies. 

Yay internalised misogyny! 

“I think it’s best you return to your room, Omega. Den Night is a privilege that must be earned.”

Again, seeing as how much Vail doesn’t actually want to be doing literally all of this stuff… Why the fuck does she keep trying to goddamned hard? 

If it was me, I would have flopped down on my bed and gone straight to sleep. Like fuck them kids. 

“Jasper’s brothers,” Nadia whispered. “We couldn’t bear the thought of you not meeting them.”

So here’s a quick question: has this woman spent a single moment of her adult life not being pregnant? 

And then I remember that Jasper killed his father, so maybe “constantly keeping his wife barefoot and pregnant” was one of the dozens of reasons why he ended up doing it. 

The parentification of the older wolves must be fucking insane. 

 The pup in my lap gave a whimper and licked my face, his tongue as sharp as sandpaper.

Is he a dog or a cat? Dogs don’t have sandpaper tongues. 

And it wasn’t me sitting in the tangled mess of my bed, but a black wolf, with bright green eyes.

Chapter 23 summary: Later that same day, in the evening, they have their first Den Night (aka overnight babysitting of the puppies). Since Vail is new, the mothers are trying to sort of… interview Vail, trying to understand where she comes from. Especially since she was basically raised by humans. (We think.) However, Pearl comes over and she’s like “This bitch was given a collar. She also almost killed your son while she was high on wolf fire.” This makes all of the mums really angry, and they basically kick Vail out. 

She goes and mopes in her room for a while before Jasmine and Nadia show up with two puppies that they introduce as Jasper’s siblings. The narration is honestly kind of vague about if they’re actually puppies or more like human babies, or if they can shift between the two forms. As soon as Vail is handed one of the babies, she starts to see images of important stuff to the puppies. Which is exactly what you’d think would be important to somebody with a toddler-like intelligence: snacks, mummy, toys, etc. Vail expresses surprise over this, and the girls tell her that babies are only able to share thoughts like that with people that they’re related to. Which makes no sense, considering that at best, Vail would eventually end up as a sister-in-law. 

Right before the girls take the babies away, they share one last image with her: of walking into Vail’s room, but instead of seeing Vail, they see a wolf on her bed. 

Chapter 24

Because Trey Barakat was watching me, the other pup held hard against his chest. 

Forget Jasper, Trey is officially the fucking worst. Don’t kidnap a literal child simply to get what you want, dude. 

And if I didn’t return with his brother, I’d be facing a shitstorm way beyond a secret nighttime visit.

Why is somebody breaking into the school to kidnap a child somehow Vail’s problem? Like I know that literally anybody would probably rush out to save the child, but come on. These people treated her like crap, and now she’s telling the readers that she’d face punishment for something SHE WASN’T EVEN FUCKING INVOLVED WITH. 

Punish the girls actually participating in Den Night, because the baby was taken on their watch. But holy fucking shit, don’t punish Vail. 

I had no idea what security upgrades had been made to Omega House, but I had to assume there were cameras and regular patrols, at the very least.

And yet, somebody fucking broken in and kidnapped a baby? What kind of security joke is this?

I wasn’t sure if it was the claw marks in my throat, or the frantic flashes the pup was throwing at me, but as the guard’s hand hooked around my arm, something made me turn my head and bite down hard.

Chapter 24 summary: Vail is awoken in the middle of the night by one of Jasper’s baby brothers climbing in through her bedroom window. He sends her flashes of basically Trey having taken his brother, so Vail looks out the window in time to see Trey holding the other baby brother. He sees that she’s seen him, and goes into the forest. Vail knows that she’ll randomly be punished if she doesn’t get that baby back, so she goes after him. 

Now face to face with Trey, he tells her that his father died, so things are going to be different now. He tells her that his hands are kind of tied, but that he’s going to help her out soon. He reminds her that she’s tough from having grown up in The Horn, and then vanishes, leaving her with the other baby. 

Right then, the most useless security guards imaginable finally bother to show up. Probably a good fucking 10 minutes after Vail herself left the house after the stolen baby. They shove her to the ground, but Jasper’s brother is having none of it. He starts biting the guards super hard, which is so unbelievably comical. When they try to reach for Vail, she bites them too.