#im allowed to rest and not do Art constantly

[elfsyellowflowerzart]

asril the tiefling bard

(any pronouns)

[breaddwoo]

-Just a Few Scratches-

pairing: xavier thorpe x reader

word count: 4.36k

warnings: injury/blood

desc: you get injured trying to solve xavier's problems for him. silly you :)

a/n: im having a field day writing all my fic ideas :)) can't decide if the next one will be another xavier or wednesday

edit: pt 2 is now posted! 🦭

"fuck, fuck!" xavier yelled, sprinting across the field of pine needles before him and leaping over bushes and rocks.

cold sweat dripped down his flushed face; he could feel tears sting the back of his eyes. xavier felt like he could puke as he ran, but only one thing occupied his mind:

"(y/n)!"

> > >

-5 hours prior-

“are you doing okay, xavier?" you ask with worry. after class you had to stay late to ask the teacher something, so it was a surprise when you found xavier sitting on a bench in the hallway with his head in his hands.

he jolted. looking up, he seemed tired. really tired. you noticed the purple bags under his eyes and the way his breathing appeared to be unsteady.

xavier tried to smile, but it instantly fell off his face when he met your gaze. he bit the inside of he cheek to keep salty tears from spilling out of his eyes.

"I... " he began, but it came out as a strangled sob.

the sight of his pitiful state filled you with worry, and you picked up your pace as you sped over to him.

standing in front of xavier, you ask, "have you been sleeping? you look like a wreck."

xavier laughed at this, quickly wiping away a tear that dared to escape, "yeah, i know. I'm just.." he looked down, "I'm just really stressed."

you stepped closer and he pressed the top of his head to your stomach, refusing to look at you as he loosely wrapped his arms around your waist.

you began to move your hand to pat his head, but hesitated. "can i...?"

without hearing the rest, xavier said, "please."

this consent allowed you to weave your fingers through his hair. "do you want to talk about it?" you asked in a low voice, afraid that somehow, despite the hall's vacancy, someone would hear this sensitive conversation.

he was quiet for a few moments, considering his words.

"it's... wednesday. i'm so, so tired of her- of her blaming me! always saying i'm a mass murdering monster! it fucking hurts and she keeps finding new evidence that genuinely makes sense, " his voice is strained as he tightens his hold, "but i can't do anything to convince her it's not me. and she even found my art studio, which just makes me look worse."

seeing him like this made you want to cry, but you restrained yourself because this wasn't about you; this was about xavier.

"i'm so fucking scared that she's going to get me locked up. i can't even blame her- all of the evidence points directly at me! and these nightmares, they plague me in my sleep and i wake up screaming and then i can't go back to sleep so i've just been painting that fucking thing so i-" his rambling is cut short when he hiccups through his frustrated tears. he felt angry and hurt and afraid.

you leaned down to hug his head, pushing his face into your tummy as he sniffles. "i'm sorry, xavier. i wish there was something i could do."

xavier looked up from your (now wet) shirt to say, "just listening is enough. don't worry about it, hopefully everything will fix itself soon."

and as he rested his head once more, an idea came to you.

there's a way to help xavier.

> > >

three knocks and wednesday was ready to order thing to strangle the person at the door.

she lifted from her desk, about to tell off the perpetrator for interrupting her writing time. when she opened the door, however, she recognized you as the person that xavier constantly follows around.

"enid isn't here," she said point blank, beginning to shut the door. you stick your hand out and risked amputation to make sure it doesn't close, "actually, im here to see you."

wednesday narrowed her dead eyes, "go on then. explain."

"i need to know where the hyde's lair is."

wednesday's facial expression didn't change, but you could tell she was confused.

"why don't you ask xavier? he would know."

the fake smile that you wore to feign being nice dropped. instead, you replaced it with a tight, irritated line on your lips.

"haha, yeah, i would. yknow, if he were the hyde. but here i am, asking you. why do you think that is?" you said all this with a lighthearted tone through clenched teeth.

wednesday could read the passive aggressiveness of your words but decided to press on, "try looking at his gallery of police evidence. that would give you the answer you're looking for."

with that, the door closed and you soon heard the sharp clicks of a type writer. you knew she was talking about xavier's art studio, but he hasn't allowed you in since people started dying around the school.

you decided that the only way to enact your plan would be to sneak into the renovated shed. sneaking in you could do, but distracting him for enough time to find something was completely different.

fuck, this is gonna be hard.

> > >

in the end, enid was your best bet. your plan was for enid to ask him for help on a subject and get him to tutor her for a bit in the library.

she agreed immediately, hoping it would also make ajax jealous; it was a win-win situation.

though, when she asked, you would not tell her why you needed her to do this in the first place. she was skeptical but trusted that you were doing it for a good reason.

finding the studio was easy, you had been there so many times that you knew the trail like the back of your hand. you were xavier's rock after his breakup with bianca, so it made sense that he'd commonly invite you to paint with him in his secret hideout.

when you made it there, you took no time to begin searching every single art piece for a deeper meaning. xavier mentioned that he was having nightmares about the foretold monster, but wouldn't allow you to see the art "for your own safety".

there was nothing of value on the walls and canvases, so you turned to plan b.

you bent down to the trash, fishing through it, hoping you'd find something important. about ten pieces of paper had been uncrumpled by the time you found something worth your dumpster diving.

"there it is!" you excitedly whisper-scream to yourself.

it was a drawing of the monster in front of a familiar cave. though its name and exact location eluded you, there was someone who would know those exact details.

later, after asking eugene if he knew anything considering you'd seen him working alongside wednesday on the investigation, you set the final steps of your plan in motion.

it is here that you will find out who the hyde is, if only to relieve xavier of his stress.

> > >

"enid, we've gone over this topic, like, ten times. i think you're just a lost cause," xavier said in exasperation. he had been attempting to teach enid the different geometrical formulas but she hasn't understood a single word he's said in the past two hours.

xavier, giving up, grabs his phone off the library table to check his notifications.

"huh, that's weird."

"what?" enid asked.

"(y/n) hasn't texted me. usually she'd have sent several messages asking to hang or something by now," he frowned, his expression a dark overcast.

enid, feeling something was off, finally broke, "uhm, well, (y/n) kind of asked me to distract you. im not really sure what for, but she did mention something about an art studio?"

xavier's heart lept in his chest. "what?"

"yeah, sorry, i felt she had a good reason but now i'm a little worried, " enid replied with an awkward laugh.

he wracked his brain for any reason that you might have had to go to his studio. a surprise? was she curious about the paintings i wouldn't let her see? why would she need to sneak around to do it?

instead of searching for an answer that wouldn't come to him, xavier stood from the table, gave a small "thanks", and left the library in a hurry.

at the studio, he found nothing amiss. none of the paintings were gone and nothing had been moved.

that's what he thought, however, until he saw the trash can laying on its side in the corner of the room. kneeling, he sifted through the scattered, unfolded papers.

his eyebrows knitted together in further confusion. what is missing?

then it hit him:

the drawing of the hyde's lair.

xavier didn't know exactly what you were up to, but he knew with every fiber of his being that it was definitely dangerous. he was absolutely terrified.

the doors burst open as xavier ran out of the studio, an unwelcome gust of wind blowing many of the drawings off the walls. at that moment, he couldn't have cared less.

a mirage of trees passed him by as he sprinted. the nighttime autumn air was far too cold for the season.

"fuck, fuck!"

the words were strangled and every noise around him felt muffled; all he could hear was the crunching of the leaves beneath his racing feet and his own hammering heartbeat.

"(y/n)!" he shouted, the distress in his voice echoing back at him.

xavier slowed to a stop, unable to tell where he had gone in his desperation to find you. he took a second to breathe when a shrill scream sounded from an unknown direction.

the scream of a girl. a girl who was horrified, or worse, in danger.

and he would know that voice from anywhere. it was someone familiar; someone close to him. the person most important to him.

"(y/n)! where are you!?" he yelled in response, but the forest had turned into something akin to a funhouse mirror maze and he couldn't tell left from right.

xavier heard footsteps running toward him at a high speed, and just as he began dash in the similar direction, you came into full view.

pain spread through his chest as you slammed into him, sending you both crashing to the moist soil beneath.

you were laying on top of him now; shaking with labored breaths.

it rook a moment for xavier to process what had happened, but he wrapped his arms around you with little delay.

"you- are you okay!? what were you doing!? are you stupid!? there's a fucking monster on the loose and you-"

he shut his mouth when saw a steadily growing red patch on his shirt.

"you're bleeding! oh shit, we need to get you back to nevermore fast," he was quick to hold you, your body laying bridal style across his arms.

you winced in pain, sobbing out the words, "i'm sorry. i'm sorry xavier, i just wanted to help. i really wanted to help. i'm sorry."

xavier didn't give a shit about your apology. he wasn't mad at you. he was mad at that thing that hurt you. he was fucking furious.

he had many, many things to say to you but for now, he'd let you rest in his arms.

he then headed back in the direction he had come from, you now tucked safely in his embrace.

> > >

once the final stitch was in, xavier was allowed to visit your hospital room.

the bright white lights made him feel sick. even more so when he saw you sitting in bed with a hospital gown and an IV drip in your arm.

the moment he walked in, you gave him a warm, content smile.

"is right now really a good time for you to be smiling?" xavier questioned, sitting on a seat next to the bed.

you held the hand that he placed on the edge of the sheets, "well, i was able to achieve my goal."

"at the cost of several pints of blood and a couple scars on your arm? what was worth that?" he asked, unrestrainable anger surfacing on his face.

though, when he took in the finer details of your state, he couldn't help but soften. many scrapes graced your skin from the collision earlier; the complexion of your face much paler than normal.

rubbing his knuckles to ease his frustration, you say, "i was able to convince wednesday that you're not the hyde. how could she believe that out of all the people you could attack, you'd attack me?"

something clicked in xavier's head and it all made sense. this all started after his breakdown in the hallway, caused by wednesday's meddling. the sneaking around, stealing his drawing and going off into the woods.

"so you did this on purpose? you scared me half to death!" he bursted, his emotions a flurry of love, anger, and guilt.

"so what if i did? it's just a few scratches."

god, he loved you. could you believe he had yet to even ask you out?

[j-art-2d2]

Redamancy

the art of loving in return

jinx x reader

part 4/4

reader pov , internal dialogue in this font

tw : insanely attractive love interest, drinking, angst ? , aggressive jinx ?, sexual content, choking, but not full blown smut im still new to this n yall are nasty

it was supposed to be as innocent as possible. her dad owns a bar. you drink. she drinks. simple. so you guys go to hangout there constantly. but it’s almost like this is where Jinx is most comfortable because she’s always pushing her limits with you while here. this night though, she did something that made you understand why you shouldn’t assume simplicity with Jinx

You could never say no to Jinx. You weren’t sure if it was the way she walked up to you when she wanted something. Hands crossed behind her back. Hips swaying as she, almost too innocently, batted her eyes and took slow stretched out steps towards you. Or if it was the way she said, “Please trinket…”, the words starting a spark in your heart. Then, as if your veins are the fuel, the spark turns into fire and spreads across your entire body. How could you say no ?

“Can I sit here?” Jinx asked, hands on your knees. You move to get up, assuming she was asking for your seat at the bar. “No silly…”, she says. “I don’t wanna sit here..”, blue and purple nails tapping the metal part of the chair. She slowly slides her hands back to your knees. Testing the waters, she brings her hands higher and squeezes. Jinx’s nails go from tapping the chair to slightly digging into your upper things. As if that wasn’t enough, she gets as close as she can to your face without your lips touching. totally normal behavior. don’t be nervous, don’t be nervous, why am i nervous? A breath from her puffing out onto your lips as she acknowledges your flustered state. “I wanna sit here!” Jinx finally exclaims, giving your thighs a slap for emphasis. You don’t say anything. You can’t. You’re taking too long to respond so Jinx brings out the big guns. She places her hands behind her back as she leans back a bit. “Pleaseeee …”. Then she pouts and looks up at you with doe-like eyes and says, “Pleeaasseee trinket..,”. How could you say no?

You give your best attempt at a nod and throw what hopefully looks like a smile at Jinx. She kisses your cheek and jumps up onto your lap. You feel her wiggle around a little to get comfortable. Whenever someone asks what you’re doing with Silco’s daughter you just shrug and say you didn’t want to ‘anger the loose canon’. Try to make it look like no big deal. However you knew the truth. Even the bar goers knew the truth. Every time you gave your response you could hear Jinx giggle to herself.

You began to wonder if Jinx also knew the truth. You decide to steal a look at her. She wasn’t doing much of anything to be honest. Just taking in her surroundings and bopping her body to the music. Maybe all of it really didn’t mean much. Maybe she actually just wanted a seat. But the way Jinx leaned back to allow the back of her body to drape across your front made your chest pound over the beat of the music playing.

You decide you’re going to need more alcohol to get through the rest of this night. You pick up your glass and right when you’re about to guide the straw to your mouth- “Can I have a sip?” Jinx’s voice rings out again. You try to tell her that fireball and orange juice isn’t all that good. That most people don’t enjoy it and she might be one of those people. You try to tell her that you can get her a drink of her own to spare her taste buds. Jinx turns slightly in your lap to see you better. You notice how her eyes get darker and she visibly gets more and more annoyed every time you stutter, attempting to string words together that sound almost like you’re denying her. You hear Jinx’s teeth clack together as she clenches her jaw in annoyance. You decide fuck it, I’ll just take initiative. I’ll just order her a drink.

You lifted your hand up and clear your throat. Right as you’re about to order a ‘Smokey Blue’ Jinx grabs your hand. Tight. Squeezes until it almost hurts. Midnight blue is all you see while she makes sure you guys are at eye-level as she says, “No. I want yours.”. Her nose and lip twist up as her eyes flash something dangerous. Something you probably should’ve been concerned about. But what you see is gone even faster than you can blink. Jinx pulls back, lets your hand flop, and let’s loose a dry chuckle before blowing her bang out of her face. “So!” She doesn’t even have to finish her sentence, you’re already sliding the drink towards her. How could you say no?

After downing more than half your drink in one sip, Jinx turns around in your lap so you guys are face to face. Despite all the time you’ve been spending with her, her swiftness and lack of boundaries shocks you still. “How many dates have we been on trinket?” You think for a moment. You’re mostly in shock. You had no idea that she was considering these dates, let alone that she had feelings for you. Almost as though she thinks you’re taking too long to answer Jinx says dramatically, “like a million right?”. You decided to just go along with it. It’s not like you didn’t like the blue haired girl. You were just caught off guard is all. So you agree.

“A million and one actually..”, you joke to try to break up the tension. Jinx gives you a dry chuckle. what is it with her today ? “Soooo can you help me figure something out pretty girl?” She flashes you a smile. Your spine says don’t do it. But being that it’s Jinx you do it. You utter a yes and then internally curse yourself for not projecting your voice at all. Jinx lets out a hmph of approval and grabs your cheeks, forcing you closer. “I wanna figure out…”, she drags out her words while her fingers tighten on your face. “Whhyyyy…”. At this point you’re almost certain there’s crescent shaped lines on your cheeks but she doesn’t stop there.

Jinx squeezes until you feel uncomfortable and start to involuntary squirm. Her smile stays sweet but her eyes look bitter now. “You haven’t asked me to be your girlfriend!” She punctuates her sentence by pushing your head away from her and crossing her arms. Your head bobs a little as your back hits against the chair. You don’t even have time to process what she’s said before Jinx is already saying something else. She jabs her pointer finger into your chest. “You don’t want me to be your girlfriend!” You try to tell her that’s not it. That you were waiting for the right time and time just got away from you. That if anything she should be jabbing her nail into Ekko’s chest not yours. Then immediately take it back considering that Ekko is a sore topic. Jinx doesn’t seem to mind though. A mischievous smile and raised eyebrow is what you see before she rasps out, “ So ask me.” And you do. Jinx lets out a high pitched scream, throws herself towards you again, and wraps her arms around your neck, engulfing you into a hug. The wind has officially been knocked out of you. The chair is rocking side to side as she kicks her feet and kisses you so hard your teeth nick your lower lip. How could you say no ?

As the night goes on your energy depletes more and more. Being around and entertaining Jinx is no easy task. But you can tell the drinks and the hours are catching up to her. So when you motion for her to get up so you guys can start being on your way, you’re surprised that Jinx jumps up and drags you out the door. She was just lazily slinked across your lap and now she seems to be buzzing with energy. She turns you around so you have no choice but to let her guide you blindly. She starts pushing you backwards and with every push she speaks a word from her sentence. “Okay pretty girl last question.”, the last word emphasized by your back hitting the wall.

There’s something about being cornered by Jinx in an alley that has you pretty concerned and, honestly, quite wet. Your mind is getting fuzzy. Jinx always managed to have you be consumed by nothing but her. You inhale and take in everything Jinx has to offer. She smells of gunpowder and vanilla mixed with lavender. Her rose shampoo and conditioner cutting through her normal scent. Your eyes scan her. You start at the bottom and work your way up. Tight fitting pants wrinkled from how she was sitting on you for most of the night. Sweat defined abs underneath glistening belts, tangled from your time on the dance floor. You skip up to her neck trying to work up the confidence to look her in the eyes. The vein on the side of her neck very evident as she breathes deeply in and out. You think about sucking on her pulse point. The thought alone was enough to get your eyes to snap up and look into hers. “Last question okay?” Jinx asks like she knows you were just distracted. “Okay, yes anything.” you respond a little to eagerly. “Can I have you?”

Out of all of her requests this was the one that you had no clue how to fulfill. have me? doesn’t she already have me? we’re dating now, no? As the questions fill your mind, Jinx’s patience with you is depleting. With one final attempt to have you understand she reaches up and grips your hair forcing you to focus on her. Her chest is pressed against yours. Her heart is hammering and her breathing is so hard it forces you to take deeper breaths. You see her tilt her head, eyeing you as she allows her other hand to drag down your body. Jinx grips your waist with enough force to cause bruising as she pulls your bottom half closer. You’ve never seen her so serious “I’ve had enough with the games Trinket.” “W-what games?” You stutter out. Her eyes narrow. “Very funny.” She takes a deep breath and spins around, pacing back and forth, like she’s trying to figure out how to tackle this situation. Suddenly Jinx faces you and you know what shes about to do. As soon as you see her hands go behind her you feel your free will shape itself into whatever Jinx wants it to be.

“Look trinket.” One slow step towards you. “I want you.” Another step. “And it’s really irritating how you keep trying to hide the fact that you want me to.” Another step. You open your mouth to protest but she holds her finger up. A warning. You shut your mouth. “So really we have two options huh?” she asks while her gaze travels up and down your body. Her tongue slides across her teeth, stopping at her sharpest tooth. You subconsciously nod in agreement. She lets out a tsk. “Words trinket. I want to hear what that pretty mouth of yours has to say. You’ve been far too quiet all night.” Your eyes widen. “Y-yes two -uh options,mhm.” She walks up to you and caresses your cheek, almost as though she’s proud. “Good job trinket. So good.” You’re glowing at her words. Jinx gives you a soft smile. “Option one” she says, booping your nose. “Either we keep playing this game which, by the way, is the worst game I’ve ever played. Clearly no one’s winning. Didn’t know you were such a masochist.” What did she say? You’re almost positive she can feel the heat from your cheeks. “Or…” You didn’t notice Jinx had been moving your skirt higher until your ass was greeted by cold hands and an even colder brick wall. Jinx looks at you, lip between her teeth, nostrils flared from breathing too hard, and eyebrows kitted together.

Despite her demeanor, her eyes flash something that resembles fear and hopefullness. Did she think you’d reject her advancements. “Or”, she repeats, “You can let me have you. Every part of you.” Jinx leans in and you can’t help but tense up in preparation. You feel her lips just barely graze your ear. You hear her take a deep breath. You know that you’ve got Jinx at her wits end but you just can’t think or speak around the woman. There’s a long pause. Jinx is waiting for you to respond, meanwhile you’re waiting for Jinx to say something else. Then. Finally. Jinx snaps. You hear pieces of something crack above you. You glance up and see that Jinx is gripping the bricks sticking out of the wall with so much vigor that she’s actually cracking pieces off.

As soon as the first piece hits the ground her mouth is on yours. Frantically. Between breaths you hear Jinx say “God… you smell so fucking good I can’t stand it. I bet you taste even better.” Your mind is whirling. You arch your back to give her more access to the parts of you she wants to grab. You’re panting when her tongue swipes against yours. You’re grunting when she grips your ass harder. Gasping when she adds a smack to it for good measure. Your eyes are rolling when her other hand snakes up and grabs your neck. Jinx squeezes once, twice, testing the waters. Then she applies full pressure to the sides of your neck. You’re seeing stars and can barely register her hand inching its way to the side of your panties. You hear muffled noises and then all of a sudden there’s a slap on your cheek. Not enough force to cause a concerning amount of pain but enough to bring your focus back.

Your eyes snap open and all you see is blue. You hadn’t known her head was that close. Jinx shakes your head by your neck a little bit before dropping her hand and saying, “Earth to pretty girl! It’s obvious you have no idea what I just said.” You look down. A little disappointed because of the mistakes you’re continuously making. Jinx’s slender finger lifts your head up so your eyes meet again. “But just because you’re the best toy ever I’ll repeat myself!” Jinx says smiling. You can’t help but to give her a smile in return. She pecks your lips and continues. “I want all of you meaning the good, the bad, the pretty, no ugly though since that’s impossible for you. Anyways.. I-“

Jinx pauses trying to get the words right for what she’s about to say next. “I want to be your person. All you’ve needed and will ever need. I want to show you love and above all bring you pleasure and happiness. I want to see your blissful smile when my hands are roaming your body. I want to hear you gasp in shock when I make you feel something you’ve never felt before. I want to have you explode, pick up the pieces, and do it again. I want to ruin you and cherish you at the same time.” You’re certain you look like a deer in headlights. You see her losing her nerve the longer you take to respond. “Oh pleeaasseeee trinket! Just let me have you! All of you!” Jinx’s eyes tell you she’s pleading and desperate but above all sincere. She means it. All of it. So you clear your throat and say what you should’ve said in the first place. “There’s no one else I’d rather give myself to.” How could you say no ?

Redamancy Part 1

Redamancy Part 2

Redamancy Part 3

[waitineedaname]

i finished the first 24 chapters of the fma manga!! my thoughts so far, under the cut bc it got long

edward is a fucking gremlin. my camera roll is just turning into a collection of panels where ed looks like a horrible gremlin child and i love it

related to that, I adore arakawa's art style. it's not TOO different from the style in the anime, but there are certain little quirks specific to her art that I love, like the Enormous Frowns she likes to draw

alphonse seems like he's allowed to be more snarky in the manga and I appreciate that. he is constantly being like "oh my god brother you're an embarrassment to be around, STOP IT"

yoki sucks and deserves everything that happens to him later in the series

the fucking chapter where ed is like "we should do something nice for hughes when we get back :)" and then you turn the page to see hughes's coffin. and then later that chapter is scar's nightmare and him waking up being taken care of in the slums. I am eating DRY WALL.

while in general I'm finding I like brotherhood's pacing as much/more than the manga, I do think the backstory is presented way better in the manga. goddamn they cut a lot in brotherhood, especially the stuff with izumi

speaking of izumi, I love her and I love sig and I love how much they love each other. it's still so good to me that sig is this enormous bear of a man with a resting scowl, but he's so sweet to the boys and is like "shouldn't we be less hard on them" meanwhile izumi is the scariest housewife on the fucking planet. god i love the curtises.

I already thought mustang was an asshole in the backstory in brotherhood, but WOW HE SOMEHOW SUCKS EVEN MORE IN THE MANGA. I'M GOING TO ATTACK HIM LIKE A FERAL ANIMAL. this dude decided to verbally abuse a depressed and disabled child, recruit him into the military, and then hold the threat of being arrested over his head to keep him in line. no wonder ed hates his ass.

I've put the next couple volumes on hold and im v excited to read more 👍

[mikhailoisbaby]

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I’ve had this fic sitting in my Google docs for a while and I finally had the confidence to post it after re reading for the hundredth time.

Im not a writer by any means but doing weekly galladrabbles has made me what to write more as well as having the love to writing I’ve had since I was a small child

also want to say I have dyslexia and I was diagnosed since I was primary school so I know this might be a load of shit lmfao but I wanted to post along with the art I have created for it.

So enjoy it , tell me bits that don’t make sense or where I could improve because I want to rediscover my love of writing

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Read on Ao3 here or below ⬇️

It was 7 o’clock in the evening, dinner was just eaten and the bedtime routine was set in play. The messy pots were stacked high in the sink ready for Mickey to load the dishwasher while Ian had the task of putting their one-year-old to sleep.

He can hear the soft mummers of his husband's voice through the baby monitor on the kitchen counter, he's reading ‘goodnight moon’ their daughter's favourite book currently, and the crackles of the baby monitor once again peak when he can hear the light laughter at Ian's silly voices for different parts of the book; The sweet moment of father and daughter reading distracted Mickey from loading the dishwasher at times.

“Book book,” Delilah in soured baby speak knowing that she just conned her father to read another book, this will go on for while Ian will finish a book only for the little ginger to ask for another and her father falls fatal to her bright blue eyes.

Mickey continues with the job of the dishes until all is put away neat like there was never a hurricane of a one-year-old and 8-year-old eating messy spaghetti bolognese in their kitchen/dining room.

As soon as Mickey is done cleaning, a strategic plan so the kid isn’t forced to help clean, the little 8-year-old pops up around the corner. He ruffles her ginger locks as he convinces her father that she is allowed to stay up to watch more tv and Mickey agrees it’s a weekend after all.

He tells her to go get her pj's on and brush her teeth as Mickey moves to lightly tidy the living room where monster trucks are scattered over the multiple surfaces as well as nerf bullets although the toy guns were confiscated, not from the children but Mickey, Ian apparently doesn’t find it funny to be constantly shot by his husband.

Once the house it’s put back together only to be destroyed tomorrow, not that he minds he like the constantly playing and having fun the kids have, something he didn’t much in childhood, he sits down next to his oldest daughter who is now dressed in Spider-Man PJs and breath smelling like mint.

“ Where's dad?” Franny asks.

After Debbie left for Texas with her convict girlfriend leaving her daughter behind for the rest of the family to take care of, reminiscent of Monica leaving her children for everyone else to deal with, Ian and Mickey took on the role of parents of Franny. Mickey jokes that it’s their test kid and if Franny fucked up so they can blame Debbie but they are doing a good job parenting Franny so far, good grades, multiply friends, happy and healthy so yeah they pat themselves on the back now and then with how well Franny growing up as well she rarely asks about her mother too concerned about her baby sister for the past year.

They never expected Franny to call Ian and Mickey's dad but it just happened once, Franny was legally adopted and the new baby arrived Ian and Mickey constantly called themselves dada and papa especially when Delilah started talking she also picked up the habit of calling Ian dad and Mickey papa.

Franny was not confused she knew they aren’t biological her fathers and who her mother is but they took on the role of parents and after many conversations to make sure that she did understand that if she just wanted to call them uncle Ian and Mickey it would be fine but dad and papa suck for her and that how it’s been for the last year.

Mickey snapped out of thought when Franny was pulling on his sleeve “where's dad?” She asks again in an exasperated tone

“ upstairs putting baby meat to sleep” the nickname makes Franny giggle she snuggles further into Mickey's side placing a corner of her faded baby blanket on his knee and wraps the rest around her lap as they watch some kid's animation tv show where the 3 different types of bear apparently they are brother it confused Mickey at first but Franny likes it so that all that matters.

He is unaware of how much time passes and still watching ‘We bare bear’ he learnt the show's name at least so Franny will be proud and he thinks Ice bear is the best, he would ask Franny who her favourite is but she passed out slumping under Mickey's armpit. He pulls out his phone to check the baby monitor app because Ian still isn't down only to find both baby and father passed out in the rocking chair with a clear pile of books next to them.

Mickey can’t help but chuckle. He turns off the tv and picks up the passed-out Franny who clings to him and her beloved blanket like a koala bear when carried upstairs but never opens her eyes not even when Mickey places her in bed and leaves a small Kiss on her forehead with a “good night sleepy face ” and small return of “night papa”. He clicked on the night light that sits in the corner of her dinosaur-themed room, leaving the door open in a crack in case she gets a nightmare or needs water during the night as he exists.

Mickey makes his way back down the stairs Turning off all lights and checking the door and windows are all closed as he wanders back to the stairs of the 3-bed house ready to put the baby in the crib and get his husband to bed. He passes all the picture frames lining the wall of the staircase. Most of them are Franny and Delilah over the past year but there are old ones like wedding photos of Ian and Mickey being sickly in love, some from Tami and lip engagement party just before Delilah was born, the most recent put up was one from Liam's last birthday party. They are some other random ones that Mickey can’t quite remember where they were taken but he knows Ian would be able to say.

Once his mind is cleared of memory lane he goes into Delilah's room, Ian’s dad snores coving over the soft baby snores he would tease Ian if the moment wasn’t so sweet so he snaps a quick photo of the sleeping duo before he picks up Deli ( a nickname that came from Mickey always calling her baby meat and a somewhat shortened version of Delilah) placing in her crib; just like Franny, Deli didn’t open her eyes when Mickey gives her a good night kiss. He moves over to his husband and gently shakes him and tells him to get his ass to bed.

Once both are settled in bed Mickey is dressed in Ian's old t-shirt that has faded and lost colour with a couple of small holes dotted throughout and a pair if loses fitting boxers, Ian is dressed in a white vest probably Mickey judging by the number of stains and (just like Mickey) in loose-fitting boxer do they both share the final good nights and small but loving pecks on the lips. Ian snuggles into the back of Mickey being the big spoon he always is with his arm wrapped around Mickey's waist protectively.

Mickey hears Ian's light snoring, not as bad as they were in Delilah's room; he peeks at the baby monitor one last time. It’s sitting on Mickey's nightstand next to a wedding photo and a book he has been currently reading. He can see Deli's face, peaceful and relaxed. The knowledge that his family is safe and asleep helps him drift off into slumber.

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[hullo ^^ this is for the strings of fate thing, i hope i didn’t write too much ^^;]

[Lex, any pronouns but usually she, mh/creepypasta, 18, romantic]

Dear Yue Lao,

i hope you’re doing well, with all the godly things and all. i write to you in hopes that you’ll help me out here a little. see, i am in search of a lover, and i have heard you’d be my best bet. with this letter i have given you a few offerings which i hope you will enjoy (disclosed at the end). i suppose i should tell you about myself.

i’m a little shy and timid at first, scared others will judge me, but once you get to know me i’m as loud and spontaneous as my social battery allows. i love cats, taking naps, wearing large hoodies, and having my fringe over my eyes for the aesthetic of it. i love anything arts related, such as illustration and music and writing. i write and read quite a lot, listen to music practically constantly, and i enjoy drawing and making music of my own (i play the flute and guitar ^^). i love dark colors and dark clothes, the alternative/punk/emo type of style as well. i haven’t had the happiest of lives up to this point, but i always persevere - even if it’s pure spite sometimes - and i keep pushing. im inside my own head all the time, constantly thinking and wondering and observing, and sometimes it can lead to my downfall, but it doesn’t stop me haha. when i love, i tend to love with all of me, and i want to do everything in my power to make sure my partner feels loved and appreciated and respected. i get distracted VERY easily, and i tend to ramble. speaking of, i should probably end this here before i write too much.

wishing you the best,

Lex.

[enclosed with the document: a pressed flower - rose, to be exact; a stick of lavender incense; a small ceramic cat figurine; my favourite pen; a draft page of some poetry; and finally, an amethyst crystal.]

Red String of Fate - The Event

[AN: so,,,,,, how are you doing,,,,,,??? I have literally no excuse why this is literally MONTHTS LATE. I'm really sorry. I never forgot, I just had a lot going on. I can't stand seeing this and not having it done so here it is, all this time later if you're still around to see it. My sincerest apologies.]

This event has been closed for months, Lex was my last.

Somewhere up in the heavens sitting in a courtyard is an elderly god that toys lovingly with the small cat on his lap. He's been busy, that much is true. Busy, a bit tired, but making connections like never before. A soft smile lays on his lips as his index and middle finger wiggle playfully to avoid her quick paws. He laughs softly when she catches him before he sees her ears perk. Curiosity piques on the elderly god's face. Something has caught her attention.

Bao leaps up from the old god's lap before scurrying off across the courtyard. A shadow is cast by Chang'e's light as her paws quickly move across the stone and gravel paths. Her nose twitches. She's forgotten something and she knows it. She mews softly to Yue Lao's servants, almost as if she's asking them to clear the halls before pushing her small body to the front of his palace. The guards, akin to decoration as Yue Lao's power is mightier than his form would have you believe, watch with amusement as the small cat nudges the doors open. She makes a small 'mrrrrow' at them before rushing through the clouds to the edge that usually overlooks one of the god's favorite places in all of China to see it's shifted. Her ears flatten against her skull before she moves her tail down, sweeping it across the earth like a gentle breeze. And she feels it - it's a woven basket.

Calloused hands of a man brush against her tail in an all too familiar fashion and Bao finds it fit to look down. There, down on earth handing the basket up to the winds is princess Zhinu's husband, Niulang. At his side is his most trusted friend, the ox with Niulang and Zhinu's two children resting atop his back. A smile rests on his tired, weary face from yet another day without seeing his love, but he offers the letter and its offerings up all the same. He'd found it at one of Zhinu's shrines. He knows it's wrong to peek, but the energy was not for her. Realizing the mistake, he found it appropriate to pass it back upwards.

Bao catches the basket with her tail and purrs down at the princess's husband before taking the handle gingerly into her mouth. She moves her way through Yue Lao's grand palace to where he awaits for her in the courtyard. She rests the basket in front of him before prodding at it. Yue Lao's eyes widen. How had he forgotten this one? He nods for Bao to get him a spool of red thread before reading over your letter. He reads it again and again, wondering just how long you've prayed to him only for silence. He mentally scolds himself before seeing the offerings you've left. Incense, a small ceramic cat, a pen that you seem to adore, poetry and an amethyst. They're all such lovely gifts! But the poetry, it seems so familiar. He hasn't read your letter until now, and he hasn't ever seen your poetry. How does he know it word for word?

Yue Lao wonders if you're the one he's been dreaming of. Or rather, if your soulmate is the one he's deemed familiar. He can see the form of a man in his eyes, a man who's repeatedly shown up yet he could not place.

When Bao returns, he takes the spool gingerly from her mouth and wraps one end tightly around your pinky as you slumber, the other for the man he's sure the god of dreams has been shoving towards him as a reminder for him to fulfill his marriage and love god duties. He sighs for but a moment before seeing him as he moves across the earth. This man is alone. Dark hair, dark eyes, he's tall and holding something in his hand. Yue Lao pulls a small face when he realizes it's a weapon. Is that really the man he wants to pair you with? Will you be safe?

Bao nudges his hand as she sees the man Yue Lao has his moonlight crested eyes set upon. Tim Wright was his human name, but he's something different now and goes by Masky. She nudges his hand once more before mewing in approval at how Yue Lao's hands tie the thread to Masky's pinky. She nudges his hand again and he sighs softly in defeat with a quiet chuckle. Tossing her gently in the air, Bao closes her eyes and finds herself land somewhere in the woods. Her paws crunch on late autumnal leaves. She can smell cigarettes, iron, and the unmistakable scent of a campfire's lingering smoke. Applewood, and graphite. She thinks it's funny that Tim is so close to you, and here he is, dumbstruck by how a glowing red string has materialized on his pinky.

Bao wastes no time in approaching Masky. Her tail swishes in a relatively friendly manner before she bites at the string. "Hey wait-!" He huffs as she tugs on it with a force no house cat should have. It causes him to stumble, and he almost falls from the sheer strength. He watches the cat as she tugs on him, much too impatient for him to figure out how the string works for himself when he recognizes her fur patterns. Her jade eyes, those are the same ones he's seen in his dreams. For months, he's been visited by a small cat and someone who looks more beautiful than what should be allowed. He begins to match pace with Bao, letting her guide him to a neighborhood through the woods. The red string glows brightly, and it is taught. It no longer rests along the earth, but upwards, as if leading to the upper floor of someone's home.

Masky moves quickly and silently. He does not wish to wake up the neighborhood as he follows the glowing string and Bao's soft paw-falls. And then he sees it. How his string leads up towards a window. He doesn't hesitate climbing, not caring how his teammates in the distance call out for him through their mental connection. Something deep within him has been calling to you. At the top, he peers into your window. You're illuminated slightly by the red thread, absentmindedly toying with it. There's an amused look on your face that it's finally appeared, but it is only when he tugs on it by waving that you realize your prayer has finally been answered.

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Prep for Fota

Aaron Blaise

Stuart Sumida

In preparation for heading to Fota tomorrow, @ysweeneylsad sent us a couple of videos to watch about studying and drawing live animals.

Aaron Blaise

The first one was by Aaron Blaise whos also known as "creature art teacher" online. In this video he explains how he prefers to draw animals in person out in the wild as you get to study them better than you would from photos and a better feel for how they're structured and proportioned. He seems to mostly draw gestures in pen, specifically ball point pens and brush pens. He talks about how sometimes (especially on that trip) he went to a farm/zoo to sketch and got chances to draw a variety of animals; from leopards to wolves and bears. He talks about how good it is to have as many rough sketches for future reference and ideas rather than focusing on a few high quality detailed works.

He really encourages everyone to go out and draw animals from their habitats in this video.

In this next video he talks about "essentials of animal drawing" which consists of stuff such as anatomy and how to draw animals from your head.

He mentions our "visual library" often, this is a term I've heard from people at college so its a familiar word. He talks about how its good to know what animals you will be drawing because that allows you to brush up on your animal anatomy. This is similar to something I have tried to do, especially knowing that I struggle with drawing animals.

You can see in one of my previous posts my attempt at practicing sketching animal shapes and seeing if I could figure out how their body is structured underneath. He talks about how rather than memorizing each animal specifically, he memorizes each of their heads, legs, bodies and such in terms of shapes as you can usually mix and match, for example all four legged animals seem to have similar shapes and I also noticed that I had spotted this in my past animal study.

In his study below he shows how legs on these animals work in similar ways; "scapula to shoulder into elbow to the wrist and rest of the feet."

He mentions how seeing these animals live and drawing them from a live reference, you often see these anatomies/bones in motion and working.

Tonight I plan to do some studies on big cats especially before my trip to Fota because I know I always enjoy watching those move around in any zoo. I might also see if I can work on looking at kangaroo anatomies and comparing those to the anatomy of a wallaby. Im curious if theres much of a difference as I have seen them roaming around fota.

In the next part of this video we see Aaron out at a farm and we see his drawing process of drawing a donkey but he talks us through his thought process no matter the animal.

He talks about how important it is to not start drawing immediately and to just observe the animal for a while, studying their form and how they move. He mentions how basic anatomy knowledge is very helpful for when the animal moves and you have started drawing an animal in a specific pose.

He tells us that observing is better than getting an amazing drawer as its important to get information. I feel like this will be something I will struggle to do as I often am a perfectionist when I can be so tomorrow I plan to try keeping to quick observational drawings rather than focusing on a perfect drawing. I might try to sketch mostly in pen as this has helped me keep a more observational study sketch going instead of constantly erasing and redrawing a particular part.

He talks about how handy it is to have animals that move around for study sketches and that being at a farm is interesting because you get to see a couple different animals come and go.

In one part of the video he completely leaves the sketch as the donkey gets close again and instead starts a detail sketch of the donkeys eye as this isnt something he gets to observe in detail all the time.

These are his finished donkey sketches before he moved onto drawing goats.

He talks about his supplies to help prevent any back pains and allow him to sketch for longer, such as a chair and the board for the sketchbook.

He again reinforces studying animal anatomies before going to draw them when you know what you will draw. This to me shows that he thinks this is a very important tip that has helped him draw and study animals. "its not about getting great drawings, its about gathering information" is something he also kept repeating.

Stuart Sumida

Stuart Sumida is an anatomy consultant and a professor of biology / a paleontologist. This talk was conducted through an online call, this talk was titled "why being a generalist is not a bad thing". He talks about how as a paleontologist he teaches human anatomy to doctors and animal anatomy to vets and so on. His talk is inspired by a book called "range: why generalists triumph in a specialized world" where he talks about how scientists have known this for a while.

I feel like this also stands for artists in a sense of needing to know how to draw a lot of different subjects and themes. This is confirmed by him telling students that they often hear that you often have to work your way up the ladder in the industry and you have to start anywhere you can and then work towards the position you want.

Below you can see 5 rules Stuart Sumida likes to follow in the industry.

He talks about how they broke down the animals in lion king into smaller groups to teach the staff in a more generalized way rather than focusing on each specific animal.

He talks about how animals differ based on what they eat / whether they are carnivores, herbivores or omnivores as seen in this example of a horse (herbivore) vs a cheetah (carnivore) running/galloping.

He talks about how skeletons and muscles are very important for drawing animals and followed it with these sketches of realistic dogs and a cartoon one.

A handy website he shares is DigiMorph.org which has 3d animal skulls and skeletons.

Overall

watching these videos helped me feel more prepared for tomorrows trip to Fota and it made me realize there is so much that I have yet to learn about drawing animals. I plan to use some of the mentioned techniques tomorrow if possible while drawing live animals.

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I know this is kinda dumb, I saw @imagine-your-love-story's post and I couldn't resist.

You can't tell me this didn't happen at SOME point. XD

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You know something? Transformania did have alot of problems, but one thing it DID do well was what it did with this whole thematic thing I noticed with Drac and fire. There's MULTIPLE references to fire (and burning) throughout the movie series. Often of course associated somehow with the humans or how Drac relates to humanity.

I mean, Martha's death is associated with a fire set by humans. (It's unknown EXACTLY how she was killed, tho.) What is Drac told NOT to do to keep humans away from the hotel? Basically, Anything to do with fire. What draws Johnny to the hotel in the first place? The fire Drac and the zombies accidentally set in trying to scare away Mavis from the human world. Quasi tries to cook Johnny over a fire. Johnny helping Mavis see the sun without burning. (And that's not even counting his firey red hair.) Griffin using fire to spur Frank to try and scare the humans which leads to the humans helping Drac. Drac burning up in the sun to reach Johnny and bring him back. And at the end of movie 1, when Johnny is allowed to stay with Mavis, they shoot off fireworks, something that was forbidden before.

Now, 2 is a bit more subtle about the whole fire thing. But at the low point of Drac trying to turn Dennis into a vamp rather than a human, what happens? They accidentally set fire to Camp Winnipecaca. (To a certain extent, the bit around the campfire singing the sappy songs counts as well) Possessed Kakie, created by Vlad to turn Dennis into a Vamp, also had fire on him as well. Whereas Mavis often takes Dennis out in the sun till the end of the movie. Even Puppy! had Tinkles' destructive antics result in setting the lobby on fire.

In 3 (One of the best in the film series, in my opinion.) the fire comes back full force. ESPECIALLY with Ericka, although Van Helsing uses fire to force Frank to unmask himself and as an old man, he's almost constantly spewing steam from his mechanics. As much as Ericka is associated with water (the opposite of fire and the stuff surrounding the hotel, our character's home and sanctuary), she has at least 3, possibly 5 associations to fire. When Drac zinged with her, she was backed by fireworks. She tried to shoot Drac with a flare gun. The entire tango of death STARTS with Ericka LITERALLY leading Drac through fire. And Ericka's whole association with sunflowers, which, in addition to and because of their association with the sun, are associated with the element of fire. Not only THAT, but Ericka's engagement ring? It's a ruby, also associated with fire. To a certain extent, the whole bit if using a cruise to lure the monsters and using a Kraken to destroy them all ties into it: Water is safety/comfort/love/order/security, fire is risk/danger/hate/chaos/freedom.

Now we come to 4. First of all, you start with Johnny being turned into a literal fire breathing dragon, and many scenes that involve Human!Drac and the sun somehow. And even Johnny's moment of showing Drac how to look at the bright side - and Drac's analogy to how his life was before - involves a burnt marshmallow. You also have Mavis, Drac's daughter and really the last part of Martha he has, going through sun to save Johnny and being AIDED by the both monster and human members of the family so that she doesn't burn up.

Of course, all of this also gets interesting when you consider the fact Drac and Mavis have been implied to be jewish (and possibly Johnny as well.) And while not SUPER overt, Ericka's cross-stake implies the Van Helsings are christian. Something I'm sure was not lost on Sandler OR Genndy, who are both jewish. While not a jew myself (Disclaimer, I am a Christian.) I do know fire has some very specific associations, both good and bad, in jewish culture. 3 that come to mind that particularly apply to the symbolism surrounding fire and the messages in HT is Hannukah candles, the burning bush, and the incinerators used in the holocaust. All of which, I'm sure, inspired Sandler or Genndy or more likely both in the use of this symbolism. At least in part.

Just something I've noticed looking at the series as a whole. It's not something that's made a HUGE deal of in the series and if you're not thinking about it, you might not notice it. It took me a while to realize it myself, and I've been a fan of the series for a while even though my hyperfixation with it is rather recent. But there does seem to be quite a bit of insteresting and wonderfully deep symbolism around how fire is used in this series of films.

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Something interesting I noticed in Transformania that makes me wonder if Ericka might have a sensitivity to loud sounds? Both times, Ericka covered her ears when Mavis and later Also Wanda, both of which most likely have more powerful hearing than a human, merely wince. Part of this could be Ericka having more exaggerated acting than most of the animated ladies of the franchise, but as someone with sensory issues MYSELF...

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Revising my bnha /ninjago crossover au that im now gonna name the 'Mistakes made Au'

i cant remember who it was but someone has the hc where basically the reason the FSM and his descendants have such bad luck is because the cloud kingdom is mad and a bit scared that FSM's family seem to be 'destiny defiers' at times, so they constantly make bad things happen to them.

So yeah im yoinking that for this au except with my own twist of sorts.

Ok so this takes place after s5 in which after discovering that the cloud kingdom guy tried to sell the ninja out, the rest of the cloud kingdom look into the guy to try and see whatelse he's messed with (or maybe they write in his scroll that he confessed to everything he did and that's just how trials work in the cloud kingdom ?)

Anyways they cant change whats been written so characters that were never supposed to be villains (Garmadon, Morro and Haurmi to be exact) instead of going to the afterlife (yes harumi actually died in this au) get asked if they'd like to have a second chance somewhere else since theyre first life was botched.

They all say yes.

They all come into this new workd differently idk why yet maybe the cloud kingdom did what they thought the recipients would like best, maybe different authors write each one idk.

But anyways Garmadon wakes up in an apartment with the basic knowlege of this world in his head and a note saying that everything was payed for the next few months but after that he's on his own.

He ends up working at McDonald's or something until he saves up enough to open his own self defense/martial arts dojo. One that doesn't allow quirk discrimination of any kind. He also gets several online degrees on psychology.

Harumi is reborn as Hatsume Mei's twin with her memories intact and she is quirkless but her family doesn't care and after seeing how the quirkless are treated she decides to become a hero that will open it own agency and school specifically for quirkless/'weak quirked' people.

And then morro wakes up as a like 5 or 6yo to this random family that abandons him for having a 'dangerous quirk' but gets adopted by inko and is now the older brother of Izuku midoriya.

Morro does think izuku can be a hero because he has the kindness that morro didn't and so he trains him (not as hard as Wu did him but morro definitely didn't go easy on Izuku)

Morro also doesnt stand how the bakugo's treat izuku or eachother so katsuki and his fam are a bit more chill.

However since homeschooling isnt legal in japan (yes that's actually true I just looked it up) and they can't exactly afford to switch schools or sue they have to suck it up, bakugo helps with bully's when he can and Morro and Inko do however document everything.

A few years before UA Izuku decides he wants to clean up diagoba beach.

So morro and izuku devise a plan to organize a big clean up for it

they meet Harumi and Mei there becuase Mei wanted dibs on any scraps despite the fact that their parents can buy them any parts she wants.

Then it turns out that harumi and izuku alreayd knew eachother from a quirkless forum/website that they were both on.

So they excange numbers and Izuku jumps on the chance to join harumi in becoming quirkless hero's together and making a free of discrimination hero school with Mei as their weapons/costume designer.

Morro dodoesn'tnow how but he ends up training harumi too, who recognizes his moves as spinjistu but keeps it to herself because unsurprisingly she's not sure how to ask him if he's from another world.

Izuku sees that a new dojo has opened up that takes quirkless students and suggests him and harumi train there.

Morro and harumi are skeptical but agree and morro amd inko go with them just in case.

The when they get inside the harumi and morro just freeze because 'oh crap is that my uncle/the guy I revived the evil part of and wanted to adopt me?'

Garmadon freezes aswell when he sees morro (he however doesn't know harumi)

But they all brush t off as a coincidence. I mean theres no way anyone else was goven a second chance or if they were theres no way they were all put in the same world right? Right?

So they all act like nothings going on until izuku does some ninjitzu moves that morro taught him and garmadon is like "oh my gosh that is my nephew"

later harumi uses her coding skills that she has thanks to being a hats u me and creates a private group chat thing for the 3 of them that only they can use.

Harumi and morro both explain what theuve done to lloyd and express some regret and garmadon is really pissed but decides to forgive them because 1. If they were here that meant it was partly the cloud kingdoms fault 2. They're both children and were also children in ninjago. And 3. their trying to change just like him so as the adult (or at least the only adult from ninjago that they know of) he should probably try and set a good example right?

Though just becuase he understands and forgives them doesnt mean hes not still upset that they hurt his son, but it is nice to be able to talk fully about ninjago and thier traumas and make jokes that no one else would get an eventually he warms up to them.

anyways they all agree thay izuku is gonna be an amazing hero and decided to team up to make sure that happens no matter what

and thats all i have for right now :)

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I feel so so lost, if anyone could offer advice i’d appreciate it ♥️

So i currently live in brooklyn but im really struggling to make rent every month. I have a job plus some side jobs going on as well. I could get another job but id really rather not bc i like my free time for rest as well as my art. I live in a really shitty area, have lots of apartment issues and rent is going up each year. (Also its a one bedroom, but i really need a two bedroom for me and my partner. We are separated but still want to live with each other..) we can’t afford to move to a cheaper part of brooklyn, or the bronx, or jersey. Our lease isnt up til May so we could potentially have the money come May but honestly i doubt it unless something drastic changes. Otherwise, the cost of moving would just be too much for us.

My parents, on the other hand, live in california still and are constantly pushing me to come back home. I wouldnt have to pay rent, i’d get a dog (they are bribing me with that), i’d have lots of time to work on my art, i could maybe go back to school if i want, and i wouldn’t be struggling with money, i could save and make money from my side jobs such as my tshirts etc. i was talking to my mom this morning and she kept pushing for me to move home.

Now, i have bpd so its extremely hard for me to make decisions based off of what i want. Im easily influenced by others thoughts and opinions. But right now, im so confused, i feel a pull towards california bc of the benefits i would have, i’d be able to get more education and save money. Currently i think my schedule wouldnt allow me to go back to school, if i wanted to, and also im barely making rent… we pay it late each month.

I really, really love new york. When im not talking to my parents, i dont really think about moving back to california. Sometimes it feels like if i did, i would feel completely defeated by life. I dont feel as if i take advantage of new york enough. Everything i do here could pretty much be done in california, bc i dont do much. Plus my family lives relatively close to LA, although LA sucks pretty bad.

Ultimately i think if i did move back to california i would eventually, when im more established and have the means, move back to nyc. Its where my heart is, but right now is such a difficult time that i just dont know how to keep going like this. Unless, like i said, something drastic changes and i get a great job or something.

I think in california i personally believe there are also better schooling options. Although i dont even know if i’d go back to school. Maybe just take classes here and there. I really just wanna be working on the things i love and bettering myself without the stress of money and rent.

However; my partner has noticed this and so have i, when i live with my family im almost miserable. They are very different than i am, live different lifestyles, and usually make me feel pretty terrible about myself lol. I’d have to deal with all that bullshit, and the possibility of my depression worsening. Especially when i feel like i am in a state where my mental health is getting a lot better.

I dont know what to do guys. I have my lease up in may so its awhile away. But this is something that has been on my mind so much lately. I feel utterly lost and confused.

[fakeshibe]

i got one of the dishonored comics today, The Peeress and the Price (still waiting for the art book to ship), and it was a really cool short comic run!! i’ve got a couple of mixed feelings on certain parts of it though :/

So, spoilers mini-essay with absolutely no spell checking or proofreading to explain my thoughts and critiques :D

— Spoilers for Dishonored: the Peeress and the Price —

the art was incredible, loved it, such a sick style the really harsh lighting had such a sick effect. really cool use of colours too. For some reason on the version i got Emily’s headshot on the cover was like, super low resolution and visibly png compressed? there were a couple of page spreads of D2 location art on the inside too which were slightly compressed looking with a weird sharpness, no idea what’s going on there lol. it was an official print so, i guess maybe it didn’t get proofed properly before it went to print or there was a tight deadline? the actual comic art looks incredible, it’s just the cover and the art spreads, which makes sense cause they’re pieces i’ve seen other places being re-used for this. bit odd though.

It started out super great, diving straight into Emily being confronted with the demand for democracy from a group of Dunwall citizens, and I love that!! it’s a genuinely good question for Emily to be asked, if she’s always looking to do the best thing for Dunwall, would that include abolishing the monarchy? but then the rest of the comic just feels too short to properly explore that and it concludes in such an unsatisfying way. It feels like it was maybe meant to be a 3 issue thing treat had to be shortened to 2? or maybe it was always 2 issues, and really should’ve been 2. idk.

The action is really great, I really love it!! it’s so cool to see how Corvo and Emily fight side by side, and to get it clarified that Corvo’s mark doesn’t get returned post-Delilah in D2. And the antagonist, Price? the way she’s drawn and framed is so cool and I love it, she’s allowed to be so brutal and i love that. but does she really have a motivation? Unless i missed a panel i couldn’t really tell one other than she just wants to watch the world burn. She kinda fits the description of characters from Morely, so in my mind i’m assuming she’s for the fall of Dunwall and the empire because of how Morely has been constantly revolting against the empire in the background of the games, because that actually is a really cool motivation that brings the wider empire into the story and furthered the question of how much good Emily’s position as empress does when balanced against the damage inherent of it being an empire.

But yeah, the ‘im into chaos because, fuckin idk it’s fun to watch the world burn’ methodology of Price kinda doesn’t work for me. I know Price explains her motivation in more detail while she’s attempting to convince Wainwright to use his position to turn peaceful protest into a violent rebellion, but it still just doesn’t convince me without the mention of Morely or a wider motivation.

Also, the part about the ending being unsatisfying? Emily kills like 10 of the rat gang henchmen without a second though, not in self defence either, she usually starts it. So her sparing the leader of the gang and telling the public ‘it’s not my position to decide who lives or dies’… actual what the fuck are you on about 😭😭 since when?? unless that’s meant to be her separating Empress Emily and assassin Emily, and declaring that publicly she’ll limit her powers, but behind the scenes she’ll still control Dunwall??

Also the people were like having a revolution 10 mins ago, but now that Emily has spared one person from capital punishment they’re all royalists again? idk, i loved the art in the comic and the characters but i think some of the writing just wasn’t for me lol

I’ve still to read the actual books and ik they’re a lot longer than a 36 page comic, so i’m hoping they delve into things a bit deeper.

All in all, I think by nature a short run comic is gonna struggle to go very in depth on any topic, i think it did it pretty well for the format and i’d have loved to see the authors and artists given a longer run to explore the ideas they had further :) I think it’s a nice little follow up to show how things work in Dunwall post-D2, and how Emily and Corvo work together and everything. It’s nice to see that there’s been a thought for the continuation of the series and more spin-off media, even if i have critiques of it i’ll always be glad for more Dishonored related media lmao

[consistent-self-destruction]

i never really post positive things on here so here's something!

i'm finally feeling really hopeful, excited, and motivated for my second semester of college :)

i don't even wanna talk about my academic performance last sem.. but this sem i have a lot of renewed hope and i think it's because falling so far away from myself allowed me to understand my needs better and identify what things do and do not work for my success and wellbeing. so for a moment, i'm just gonna talk about all the things i'm looking forward to!

first, i'm looking forward to just the new opportunity for success in general. where i failed last sem is that as hard as i tried to stay organized - time felt constantly beyond my control. so i'm looking forward to try and take hold of my own time this semester. i'll make a master list of important dates, deadlines, and assignments and learn to plot out times for certain assignments and projects so that i'm not overwhelmed. it'll help with diminishing my procrastination to not only remind myself of deadlines, but specifically outline how much work to do each day. i'll a lot study days and times instead of just winging it and taking it day by day which i've learned only makes me feel lost and like i'm constantly running to catch up. i'm excited to prepare myself better to manage my time most efficiently so that i can excel in my classes :) and knowing that i'll feel more prepared makes me excited for study days because i know that i'll feel productive and on top of my priorities! i'm excited to better learn and study spanish and feel confident in my progress. im not so excited about math, but i'm excited for the productivity it'll make me feel. i'm very excited for my pilates class! something about the health aesthetic surrounding the concept of pilates feels very motivating :) i'm excited for the productivity of studying human anatomy and im especially excited for my soul voices class! not only does it cover a core credit but i've vsited that class before and the choir is INCREDIBLE and the energy that the director curates is absolutely magical and so safe and comforting. it's going to be a great class to reground myself when i need it. plus i already have friends in there! i'm so excited eeek. and also just excited to SING AGAIN !!! <333

continuing onnnn, im excited about the layout of my schedule (fingers crossed it gets approved!) because everything is spaced out so it wont be super overwhelming or overstimulating. there's a lot of room to time manage and i'm excited for that opportunity to build good time efficiency habits. i'm excited to spend my time focusing on school, and the focusing on myself when i need to - taking care of myself physically, pursuing creative endeavors, but also playing games and sleeping when i need a mental break. i'm also happy because being prepared and staying on top of priorities will also make me feel less guilt for going to school clubs and events :)

what else what else what else. i'm excited to make money by helping my mom with her business and also selling my own art! and that'll be for the rest of winter mostly. the rest of winter is for focusing on school work, myself, and my money. then the weather is gonna get warmer! and i'm SUPER excited for that because i'm already imagining the beach days, and days where i just chill with friends on the big lawn, studying outside, CYPHS!, and just so much sun <3 i cant wait to bloom with spring and feel alive again. i cant wait to build better habits and become a better student and be better to myself and my dreams. i cant wait for how rewarding it will feel once sun and skirts season rolls around and i can bask in it with pride for how far ive come.

2023: i beg. please please please bring me nothing but focus focus focus, motivation, money, energy, peace, and ease. let me try again and please let me succeed. i'm doing my best. don't let my hope go to vain. i want to be a better student and i will be. i want to have financial independence and i will. i want to overcome old habits, evolve, grow, and enjoy the fruit i bore. i want to feel pride. i will, with my gall and your grace.

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[rax-writes]

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Fandom:  MCU Pairing:  Baron Helmut Zemo x Reader Warnings:  Sexual intercourse with a female-identifying person with a vagina + a bit of sugar daddy Zemo vibes at the end Notes:  Y’all... don’t judge me. I have a power kink, and Marvel did me dirty by randomly deciding that Zemo is fifthly rich royalty. And my girl @henrysmorgan​ did me even dirtier by actively encouraging my attraction to this fucker. So, blame Marvel, and blame her. // This is kind of really fucking long, and I didn’t edit it much, because I wanted to get it posted before episode 4, in case that episode flips the script. So, potentially some editing issues, and slightly rushed writing. Hopefully it’s alright, but please let me know if I screwed up anywhere. // Lots and lots of TFAWS ep. 3 spoilers

When Bucky texted you to ask that you meet him in some dusty, old, abandoned-looking car garage, you certainly didn’t know what to expect. All you knew was that an old friend needed your help, so you intended to be there.

It had been a few months since you’d last seen him, and even longer since you’d participated in any sort of mission, but you suspected that was what you were walking into. Being exposed to the Mind Stone had granted you the power of telepathy, which meant that SHIELD was quite keen on persuading you to work for them. They trained you in martial arts and hand-to-hand combat, and you went on miscellaneous missions a handful of times. They put in a lot of effort to convince you that it was your moral obligation as an “enhanced individual” to help them with these missions, but you ultimately decided that that simply wasn’t the kind of life you wanted. Instead, after the Blip, you began working a desk job for SHIELD, which is when you crossed paths with Bucky, helping him with paperwork associated with his pardon, and the two of you formed a friendship. But SHIELD kept trying to coerce you to get back into the field, constantly badgering you about it and making it clear that you weren’t wanted if all you were doing was paperwork.

The truth is, you weren’t cut out to be a superhero, and you had no desire to be. It didn’t help that your entire country had been reduced to rubble several years prior, leaving you with a bottomless pit of homelessness in your heart. So, you left SHIELD, and started a life in Berlin, where you were content to live out your days as the owner of a small bakery, residing in the small apartment above your shop.

That is, until Bucky Barnes dragged you into a particularly sticky situation, with a certain Baron Helmut Zemo.

You knew that helping Bucky and Sam would throw a colossal wrench in the life you’d created for yourself in Berlin, but after they explained the situation with the super soldiers, coupled with Bucky’s puppy dog eyes, you found yourself refraining from storming out of the building the second you saw Helmut fucking Zemo.

“We need you to keep an eye on him. You don’t have to tap into his mind 24/7, we just want a heads up if he’s going to screw us over,” Bucky explained.

"Look, we really need him. We’re obviously scraping the bottom of the barrel here, otherwise he'd still be in that cell. And neither of us want to be packing a criminal around like a rich bitch's chihuahua, so we need you here to make sure we're not gonna get bit," Sam explained.

"Fine. But you both owe me," you relented, and they both took sighs of relief. You glanced at Zemo, locking eyes with him for several tense moments. He gave you a polite smile, giving off the impression that he had nothing to hide – which he didn't, as his thoughts showed his intentions were pure at the moment. "We're good for now. He just genuinely wants the opportunity to take down these new super soldiers."

Sam and Bucky nodded, visibly releasing tension from their shoulders as they moved to head out, now reassured that Zemo was truly on their side. Meanwhile, Zemo eyed you with curiosity and awe, murmuring, "Fascinating."

The four of you walked on the landing strip toward a private jet, owned by Zemo.

"So all this time you've been rich?"

"I was a Baron, Sam. My family was royalty before your friends destroyed my country," Zemo explained, before glancing at you with a small smile. "But you knew that already."

"Wait, how did she know that?" Sam asked, then turned to you. "How did you know that?"

"I am Sokovian myself. I was certainly not royalty, but I lived there for my entire life, until it was destroyed," you explained, stopping outside the jet as Zemo greeted the elderly butler, Oeznik, in your native language. It made you smile to yourself; it had been years since you'd heard it spoken. Zemo shot you a grin when he noticed, and when you took a peek into his mind, you saw that he understood exactly how you felt.

As the butler handed Zemo a flute of champagne after you all boarded the jet, the Baron smiled politely as Oeznik stated, “Apologies if that's a little warm. The fridge is out, but I will see if there is some good food in the galley.”

Zemo glanced as you sat across from him, then in Sokovian, Zemo told Oeznik, "Another flute for the lady, please. And if the food does not pass the smell test, give it to the gentlemen."

"It's good to have you back, sir!"

As the man retreated to the cockpit, also in Sokovian, you noted, "You are a mischievous man, even more so than in your infamously criminal ways."

"You will find that there is more to me than meets the eye, angel," he responded coolly, the Sokovian language rolling off his tongue like honey. Before you could respond, admittedly enjoying speaking Sokovian, Sam grew tired of everyone speaking a language he couldn't understand.

"Why don't you tell us about where we're going?"

After a tense exchange between Bucky and Zemo, followed by a discussion about Marvin Gaye, Zemo finally got to the point: Madripoor. You exhaled slowly, resting your forehead in your palm in exasperation.

“You couldn’t have invited me on a mission to Cancun? Or Paris? Why must it be Madripoor?” you asked Bucky, who shot you a tight-lipped, pitying smile, silently apologizing for what he was dragging you into.

“What’s up with Madripoor? You guys talk about it like it’s Skull Island.”

“It’s an island nation in the Indonesian archipelago. It was a pirate sanctuary back in the 1800s,” Bucky explained.

“And upon seeing it, you would see that times there haven’t changed one bit since then,” you added.

“It’s kept its lawless ways. But we cannot exactly walk in as ourselves. James, you will have to become someone you claim is gone,” Zemo said.

You frowned as you caught a glimpse of Bucky’s thoughts as he went silent. Fear. Anxiety. Disdain. Apprehension. You reached across to rest your hand on his shoulder and give it a reassuring squeeze. He shot you a small smile, then looked out the window.

Upon landing in Madripoor, one of Zemo’s contacts met you on the landing strip with a new wardrobe for you, Bucky, and Sam, and Zemo explained that each outfit was per his instruction, carefully chosen to fit the role each of you would be playing in Madripoor. One by one, you took the covered clothes hanger to the bathroom of the jet and changed. Bucky was first, stepping out in some sort of leather number, looking eerily similar to the Winter Soldier you’d seen in photos. Sam was next, donning a three-piece suit of burgundy and gold. He looked sharp, although he was immediately complaining about how ostentatious it was. And finally, you stepped into the room and closed the door behind you, unzipping the covering on the hanger and revealing your “carefully chosen” outfit.

“Ich werde dir im Schlaf die Eier abreißen, Zemo!”

Bucky choked on his water and Zemo chuckled under his breath, while Sam looked between the two in confusion.

“I don’t know what she said, but she sounded pissed,” he observed, eyeing Zemo suspiciously.

“She informed me that she intends to remove my testicles in my sleep.”

“And why is that?”

“Perhaps because he’s chosen to parade me around Madripoor like a cheap whore,” you said angrily, stepping out of the bathroom with your hands on your hips, glaring at Zemo.

“That dress is by Armani Prive, and your shoes are Louboutins – far from ‘cheap.’ And you do not look like a whore, the dress is merely more revealing than what you are used to,” Zemo argued, standing and walking over to survey your outfit. He seemed to be enjoying what he saw, judging from the way his eyes raked up and down your body, but you didn’t dare check his thoughts to confirm or deny it.

If you were honest with yourself, he was right. It was a very nice dress; plum purple, matching the color of Zemo’s turtleneck, with long, fitted sleeves, all of it made of the softest silk you had ever touched. It was fitted at the top but flowy from the hips down, with a low balconette-style neckline, showing more of your chest than you were accustomed to, although you pulled it off quite nicely. It ended just above your knees, which was fine, as you sometimes wore skirts of that length. Overall, the luxury of it and the low-cut neckline ensured that you were out of your comfort zone, but you looked stunning – and expensive, despite your spite-fueled initial claim.

“I thought the color would look nice on you, and I was right. And I knew that the flow of the fabric at the bottom would allow for this,” Zemo said, his hand gingerly trailing from your waist to your thigh, where he pulled up the hem of your dress slightly to reveal the edge of the Glock strapped into your thigh holster. He smirked as his suspicion was confirmed. He knew you’d find a way to arm yourself, regardless of what you wore.

In hindsight, the way Zemo touched your side and lifted your skirt was all far more intimate than you should have allowed, and yet… you couldn’t deny the way your breath caught in your throat when he touched you, or how his close proximity made your body temperature rise, as he gazed down at you with those intense brown eyes.

Christ, you needed to get laid. Soon. Before you further entertained the idea of jumping the bones of a highly wanted criminal.

“Touch me like that again, and I will kill you where you stand,” you informed him sternly, and Zemo immediately took a step backwards, looking apologetic. From the corner of your eye, you saw both Sam and Bucky visibly relax, tension leaving their shoulders. You had read their thoughts briefly, and they were both wondering why the hell you were so calm about getting cozy with Zemo. The absolute last thing you wanted was for them to know that you were, in fact, inexplicably drawn to being that close to the Baron.

As the four of you walked along a bridge in Madripoor, Sam was quick to resume his complaining.

“We have to do something about this. I’m the only one who looks like a pimp.”

“Only an American would assume a fashion-forward Black man looks like a pimp. You look exactly like the man you’re supposed to be playing. The sophisticated, charming African rake named Conrad Mack, aka the Smiling Tiger.”

“He even has a bad nickname,” Sam grumbled, then looked at the phone Zemo handed him. “Hell, he does look like me, though.”

“And who am I supposed to be?” you inquired, glancing down at your clothing to see if you could guess who you were meant to be portraying. An heiress or socialite, perhaps.

“My fiancée,” Zemo answered simply, the faintest smile on his lips.

You barked out a crude laugh, “Oh, I think not.”

“There is no one involved with Madripoor who looks like you. And it is rare that there are newcomers to the island, especially not in the place we’re going. Pretending you are someone random would raise concerns about the intentions of your presence; you would be perceived as a potential threat, which would jeopardize our mission. It is far easier to simply pretend we are engaged, I assure you.”

You hesitated a moment, before arguing, “No one will believe that we are engaged.”

Zemo pulled something from the inside pocket of his jacket, took your left hand, and slipped it onto your ring finger. It was a solitaire diamond ring; not large enough to be gaudy, but enough to catch anyone’s eye.

“They will if you play your part well,” he told you, then addressed the rest of your party when he added, “No matter what happens, we have to stay in character. Our lives depend on it. There is no margin for error.”

The four of you reached a sleek black car, and climbed in, you in the back between Sam and Bucky. The ride to Low Town was tense and silent, as each of you mentally prepared for what lay ahead. When you arrived, Zemo offered you his hand as you exited the car, and the pointed look in his eyes told you that it was time to begin playing your part. You took his hand, and as you began walking into the heart of Low Town, he laced his fingers with yours. As the crowd drew near, Zemo wrapped his arm around your shoulders, gloved fingers brushing against the exposed skin of your shoulder. After reading his mind, you realized that it was both for the sake of protecting you, and showing possessiveness to make it believable that you were his girl – and because he simply enjoyed having your body close, although you suspected that he’d rather you have not known that.

Despite the fact that you had been on a few missions for SHIELD, you were not exactly incapable of fear; you did not possess nerves of steel. All of the missions you’d been on were low-profile, and you were mostly just there for the sake of gathering information from those reluctant to share it. Sure, you’d been in danger before, you’d had to fight your way out of several sticky situations, but this… this was different. You were in the crime capital of the world, a lawless place filled to the brim with crooks, thieves, and murderers. More than likely, any given person around could slit your throat and never bat an eye or give you a second thought. Swallowing your own pride in the face of fear prompted you to return Zemo’s gesture, wrapping your arm around his waist and sticking close to him, which earned a smile from the man.

When you arrived at your destination, Zemo approached the bar and leaned against it confidently on one arm, the other still wrapped firmly around your shoulders.

“Hello, gentleman,” the bartender greeted, before his eyes fell on you. “Who’s your new lady friend, Baron?”

“My fiancée,” Zemo answered, then turned to you and ran his finger along your jawline, as you looked at him in adoration. “Isn’t she lovely?”

“Very,” the bartender acknowledged, then turned to Sam. “Wasn’t expecting you, Smiling Tiger.”

“His plans changed. We have business to do with Selby,” Zemo responded.

The bartender made ‘Smiling Tiger’ his usual drink, which apparently consisted of… something he cut out of a snake, and dropped in a shot glass with a bit of liquor. You shared a look with Bucky before he turned away to survey the room, and when you read his thoughts, you found that you both desperately wanted to laugh out loud at Sam’s ‘short end of the stick’ situation, but didn’t want to risk everyone’s lives for the sake of a chuckle. You returned your attention to Zemo, opting to sell the whole “fiancée” thing a bit more by turning into him and tracing patterns on his chest as you gazed at him affectionately, while the bartender handed you and Zemo each a shot glass of your own – sans snake organs, thankfully. You both downed yours, while Sam understandably struggled a bit more with his, but still managed it.

A random man approached Zemo then, and as Zemo turned to face him, he protectively moved you behind him a bit.

“I got word from on high. You ain’t welcome here.”

“I have no business with the Power Broker, but if he insists, he can either come and talk to me…” Zemo countered, gesturing toward Bucky, who looked menacing as he pretended to be the Winter Soldier. “Or bring Selby for a chat.”

After a weary look in Bucky’s direction, the man walked away, and Zemo turned back around to face the bar, this time keeping you in between him in the bar, in case someone were to come up behind him – which they did a few moments later.

“Winter Soldier… attack,” Zemo commanded in Russian, as a different man came up and laid a hand on Zemo’s shoulder. With a pained look in his eye that quickly shifted to cold determination, Bucky grabbed the man’s hand with his vibranium arm, twisting it as he removed it from Zemo’s shoulder. Zemo took a step away from the bar to allow you room to turn and observe as Bucky beat the absolute shit out of various challengers. Zemo wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close to him as he noted, “Didn’t take much for him to fall back into form.”

The unmistakable sound of numerous guns cocking drew your attention away from the altercation, and Zemo gently pushed you behind him as he surveyed the room to note all the weapons drawn. Sam grabbed Bucky’s bionic arm to stop him, but Zemo whispered, “Stay in character or the whole bar turns on us.”

“Well done, soldier,” Zemo then said to Bucky in Russian, signaling for the ‘Winter Soldier’ to stop.

“Selby will see you now,” the bartender interjected, and Bucky released his grip on the random man’s throat.

“Thank you,” Zemo responded, walking off to find Selby, grabbing your hand to guide you, but not before you spared a sorrowful glance at Bucky as your friends followed closely behind.

As Zemo took a seat on a couch across from Selby, you sat close to him, crossing your legs gracefully as you leaned into him, your arm wrapped around his as he clasped his hands in his lap authoritatively. You watched his exchange with Selby in silence, as did Sam – and Bucky, of course, considering he was pretending to be the Winter Soldier.

“By the way, I thought you were rotting away in a German prison,” Selby told Zemo, then smiled as she looked you up and down, before her eyes found the diamond ring. “And not engaged – to a woman far out of your league, I might add.”

“People like us always find a way, don’t we?” Zemo answered calmly, then looked over at you, staring into your eyes with warmth and adoration, and you smiled lovingly at him. “My beautiful fiancée was a guard at the prison. We fell in love over the years, and she helped me escape. Anyway, I’m sure you have already figured out what I’m here for.”

The conversation went relatively smoothly after that, until Sam’s goddamn phone rang and screwed the entire operation. In the blink of an eye, Selby was shot dead, you had shot two of the guards with the gun strapped to your thigh, and Sam and Bucky had each knocked out one, before Zemo suggested sneaking out of the bar as best you could, without any weapons. You secured your gun back in its holster, not missing the way Zemo watched as you hiked your dress up to do so, before making a break for it with the three of them.

Once you were on the streets of Madripoor, bounty hunters began to come out of the woodwork, and when they began shooting at you, Zemo abruptly grabbed your hand and ran down a nearby alleyway. As you were running, the heel of your stiletto caught on a grate, and you’d have fallen flat on your face if Zemo hadn’t caught you.

“Are you alright?” he asked hurriedly, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist as he supported you, before standing you back onto your feet. You nodded, and he glanced over your shoulder as he noticed a few men looking down the alley. “Forgive me.”

You were about to ask what he was talking about, but then Zemo abruptly grabbed you by the backs of your thighs and lifted you up, pinned you against the wall behind you, and kissed you.

The men at the end of the alleyway muttered something about “freaks who do it in public,” then their footsteps faded as they walked off, clearly thinking the two of you were some overly horny couple, not two of the people with an insane bounty on their heads. But you were barely paying them any attention, a bit preoccupied with the fact that Zemo was fucking kissing you, and much to your chagrin, you really fucking liked it.

Once there were no more voices and no more footsteps, Zemo broke the kiss and sat you down. The two of you stared at each other for a moment, before you heard more gunshots, and you broke into a run in the direction Bucky and Sam had gone, desperate to find your friends, and no time to process what the hell just happened.

As soon as you caught up with them, the two bounty hunters nearby were shot dead, and the four of you turned to see Sharon Carter emerging from the shadows.

An hour later, you found yourself in her swanky home in High Town, in a change of clothes, since the brick wall Zemo had held you up against ripped the back of your silk dress. You lied to Sam and Bucky, saying that it happened because you fell while running in your heels, and thankfully, they believed you. Sharon commanded the four of you to lay low and enjoy the party, which Sam and Bucky left her living room to go do, entrusting you with ‘Zemo watch.’

It seemed as though he was merely nursing his brandy in lieu of abandoning it for the party prior to finishing it off, but his eyes were on you most of the time. You didn't necessarily believe he could be plotting to overpower you and run off, but there is always that possibility, so you delved into his mind to check.

Expecting to find thoughts of strategy about how to defeat the super soldiers or travel plans, or even plots to escape you, Bucky, and Sam, you were astounded to find nothing but thoughts of you.

The way it felt to kiss you in that alleyway, and how he had monetarily debated just staying there, having his way with you against the brick wall before Sam and Bucky could locate you. The dress from the bar, and how it rested on your thighs, revealing just enough to have his mouth watering without being revealing to the point of immodesty. The way your necklace currently rested against your bare collarbone, and how desperately he craved to litter the area with love bites. The delicate skin of your throat, thinking of how it would look with his hand wrapped around it, just enough to cut off a bit of air but not enough harm you. How alluring your voice is, and how much he'd like to know what it would sound like to hear you scream his name. The softness and warmness of your skin when he had his arm around you in the bar, and when he held your hand as you fled the scene, and he wondered how soft and warm you were elsewhere.

"Your thoughts are filthy."

He bristled immediately, sitting straighter in his seat and eyes going slightly wide, either forgetting you can read minds or not realizing you'd be doing it right then. It only took a moment for him to regain his composure, before he took one long, last drink of his brandy and set the glass on the table in front of him. He turned his whole body to the side to face you, as you sat on the opposite end of the couch, wearing a small, somewhat mischievous smile.

"I suppose there is no sense in denying it, is there?"

"What game are you playing, Zemo?" you snapped. He was rattling you. As much as you hated to admit it, he was. For the entirety of the time you'd been around him, this wanted criminal had been flustering you, and goddammit it, you wanted to know if it was accidental, or for nefarious purposes. He could be using it as a tactic to throw you off your game, so that he could get away when it was just the two of you – like right now.

"There is no game, Liebling," he stated softly and sincerely, sensing your discomfort. Slowly, he scooted closer to you on the couch, so that the arm he had laid across the back of it was now behind you, as he stared intently into your eyes. "Merely the natural response of a man who has been widowed and then locked in a prison cell, and therefore has not known the touch of a woman in many years, sitting next to a woman of absolute ethereal beauty."

You said nothing, merely stared at him, sizing him up to see if he was toying with you or telling the truth. Zemo sensed your lack of belief in his words.

"If you doubt my true intentions, you are welcome to delve as deep into my mind as you'd like to find the truth."

In all honesty, you'd have done that already if you weren't trying to avoid being even more flustered by his thoughts about you – but you couldn't tell him that. So, you did as he bade you, and searched his mind to find any shred of malevolence towards you, but you came out empty-handed. Zemo genuinely just wanted you, craved you, like a starved man sitting in front of an endless buffet. He watched you carefully as you came to this conclusion, and although you said nothing further, he knew that you had found what you needed to know.

"Just say the word, and I will never approach the topic again, as well as attempt to quiet my thoughts about you. But if there is any part of you... deep inside you," Zemo paused, eyes grazing you up and down purposefully, before continuing, "that has any interest in being with me... I will do anything to bring that to fruition."

The ball was in your court now. You could tell him to get bent and never speak to you like this again… or you could get your rocks off, and maybe even get something more in return.

"Such as?"

"Name it, Schätzchen. Anything you want. A car, a mansion, jewels – say it and it's yours, if you will be mine," Zemo proposed earnestly, licking his lips quickly as he looked at you, visibly thrilled that he was getting somewhere with you.

You weren't the type to accept gifts from men you barely know, but… this was Zemo. A man who had done a great many terrible things, which soothed your guilty conscience. So, you said the first thing that came to mind.

"A car," you blurted out, then explained, "Mine broke down a week ago, and it's beyond repair, so… a car."

"Tell me the make and model of your preference and I'll have it delivered to your home within a week's time," Zemo said calmly, then brushed a lock of hair away from your face, before allowing his fingers to trail delicately along your cheek and jawline. "Is that all, Kätzchen?"

"No. One more thing," you replied, then looked at him sternly. "You must agree to never speak of this to Bucky or Sam."

"You have my word," he assured you, smiling in amusement.

"Then I'm yours."

Zemo's smile faded slowly, and he merely stared at you for a split second, before cupping your face in his hands and pulled you into a searing kiss, full of ferocity and sheer desperation. It shouldn't have been this easy, to kiss a man who's done such terrible things – yet here you were, melting into his embrace, allowing him to pull you into his lap and straddle him, your hands resting on his shoulders and gripping the black fabric of his turtleneck. His hands laid flat against your back as he kissed you in this new position, slowly gliding down, down your sides and to your hips. He kissed you in a way that was feverish and fast and hungry, as his fingers dug into your skin, holding you firmly against him as if he were fearful that this was all a dream and you'd disappear at any moment. Upon taking a peek into his mind, you realized that was actually exactly what he was thinking. Additionally, he mentally spoke to you directly, somehow knowing you were reading his thoughts at that moment.

"Tell me if I do anything that you do not like, and know that you have absolute freedom to end this at any given moment."

You pulled away slightly to nod in confirmation that you received his message, before resuming the kiss. Mind hazy and instincts taking over, you found yourself tugging his bottom lip between your teeth, earning a low groan from Zemo. One of his hands darted upwards to grab a fistful of your hair, right against your scalp at the base of your neck, and he pulled on it harshly, causing you to let out a wonton moan. He then laid that hand flat against the back of your neck, holding your lips firmly against his as he kissed you with even more fervor, and the other vacated its position on your hip to slide slowly up your torso, until he began palming your beast through your shirt. You moaned softly against his lips, but not as loudly as a moment ago.

Zemo wanted more, needed more; he longed to hear you loud and desperate. So he delved that hand at your neck back into your hair, gripping it tightly once more, and used it to pull your head backwards a bit, so that he could have better access to your neck. The action itself, and the tightness of his grip, earned an embarrassingly loud moan to escape your lips, and you felt him smile against your skin. He moved his hand to the middle of your back, supporting you as you leaned back a bit to grant him better access. As he littered your neck and décolletage with kisses, you felt him pull the neckline of your blouse down a little, then felt the sharp pain of a bite on your chest, above your breast. When you looked at him with narrowed eyes, he wore a cocky little grin.

"You should not be surprised, Liebling. I know you saw that I've been wanting to do that all day when you read my mind," he noted. "Wear a high neckline tomorrow, it will be fine."

Before you could respond, Zemo pulled you flush against his chest with that hand behind your back, and into another heated kiss. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, and without thinking, you ground your hips down on the bulge resting against your core beneath your skirt. He groaned, both hands flying to your hips to push them down again, guiding them as you repeated the action. It only took a minute or two of this before Zemo had enough, abruptly grabbing you by the throat and throwing you down onto the couch beside him. He then loomed over you, one hand propping himself up and the other applying slight pressure to your throat, gazing at you with admiration in those searing eyes, pupils blown wide from lust. You looked right back at him, pupils undoubtedly dilated as well, eyes half-lidded, panting a little, and hair a bit of a mess.

"You are an absolute vision," Zemo praised softly, to which you smiled, then he released his grip on your neck to lean down and kiss you again. That only lasted a moment, before he broke the kiss to pull your blouse up and over your head, tossing it carelessly to the side. Your bra joined it shortly after, then he moved to your skirt, fussing with the zipper for a moment, but it seemed to be caught on something, as it wouldn't budge. Before you could interject and state that you'd get the zipper yourself, Zemo ripped the seam apart with his hands, before tearing the article from your body and tossing it like he had with the blouse. A gasp escaped you, but you had no time to think much about his actions, before he was pulling off your panties and bra as well, dropping them somewhere beside the couch.

He was then looming over you again, kissing you breathless as he rested on one elbow while the other hand toyed with your nipple, his knee coming up to rest between your legs as he laid between your body and the back of the couch. You tangled your fingers in Zemo's hair, moaning against his lips as you sought friction against his leg. He smiled softly against your lips, before your hands wandered, finding the hem of his shirt and tugging it off of him. You had just managed to get his belt off before his hand left your breast, trailing downwards across your torso as he moved his knee further away from you, before delving between your hips and expertly locating your clit.

No longer capable of focusing on ridding Zemo of his clothes, your hands gripped his shoulders, and he hissed deliciously as your nails dug into his skin when he began rubbing small, methodical circles on your clit. Small moans fell from your lips as he watched the way your mouth hung open slightly, face relaxed and eyes closed as you enjoyed his work. But again, he wanted more, needed more. Still observing you, he delved his middle and ring fingers into your core, causing you to let out a loud gasp that faded into a long, low moan. Zemo smiled to himself. That was the reaction he was dying for.

He kissed you senseless, drinking in your moans and gasps of pleasure like wine, his free hand cradling the back of your head as your arms wrapped around his neck. It didn't take Zemo long to find that sweet spot, deep inside you – as he'd subtly alluded to earlier – that longed for his attention the most.

You couldn't help but moan loudly and cry out, "Fuck! Baron!" Zemo growled low in your ear, clearly a fan of your usage of his title as he picked up the pace, fucking you with his fingers with expert precision and speed, sending you hurtling over the edge with a string of curses in both Sokovian and English. By the time he removed his fingers from you and stood, you were seeing stars, breathing heavily as you laid flat against the couch. When your dazed gaze found him, he was naked from the waist down, and was just finishing rolling a condom over his length. You had no idea where he got it from, but you were way beyond giving a shit at this point. Zemo then rejoined you on the couch, roughly spreading your legs apart as he kneeled between them, looking at you with a primal, deep hunger in his eyes.

"You are certain that you want this?"

"Yes, please – fuck," you cut yourself off as he began rubbing your clit again.

"Yes please, what?" His voice was low, teasing, as he continued his work below. "I want to hear you say it again, Kätzchen."

"Yes, please, Baron."

"Good girl."

Zemo took your leg and rested your calf on his shoulder, before easing himself into you, agonizingly slow. You watched through half-lidded eyes as his brows furrowed together, his jaw went slack, and his eyes squeezed shut as he bottomed out. He was silent, but you very much preferred it when he was a bit vocal. So, you flexed your muscles down there, and he groaned, letting his forehead fall against your shoulder.

"Do not do that if you want this to last long," Zemo suggested through clenched teeth. You smiled to yourself, then said the magic word that you knew would get him going.

"Yes, Baron."

He growled again, right in your ear, then sat more upright to begin a harsh, quick pace of thrusting. His hips collided with your body each time, causing a delicious sort of pain, and he leaned down to lock you in a messy, deep kiss.

A few minutes later, Zemo moved your other calf to his shoulder as well, and the new position enabled him to get delectably deep inside you. You raked your nails down his chest, watching as a shudder ran down his spine, all the while releasing small, breathless moans and whimpers. When he opened his eyes again to gaze down at you, he licked his lips before delving both hands under your head and into your hair, and forcefully gripped two fitfuls of it at the base of your skull. The moan that tore its way from your throat was animalistic, as your nails dug into his forearms as you desperately gripped them from their positions on either side of your head. Just then, he hit a spot deep inside of you, and that familiar, tight coil in your lower belly began to form.

"Fuck! Right there, Baron, please, right there!"

"As you wish, Schätzchen."

Zemo began to thrust even faster, careful to maintain the same angle as he released his grip on your hair and leaned up a bit, so that he could resume rubbing your clit. Moans began to fall from your lips practically endlessly, and somehow, you still needed more. More, more, more. You took his free hand and laid it on your neck, and he instinctively wrapped his fingers around your throat, careful to apply pressure on the sides but not the front, as to avoid harming you. When he opened his eyes once again and looked down at you, he couldn't stop the moan that escaped him.

"You will be the death of me, mein Engel," Zemo whispered, seemingly more to himself. All you could do was moan in response.

"Baron, I'm going to – fuck – I'm —"

"Yes, come for me, Kätzchen. I want to feel you."

That was all the encouragement it took. Well, that plus how perfectly he was rubbing your bundle of nerves, and how his pace nor angle had faltered once since you had requested exactly that. You came undone again, legs shaking as your nails clawed at his shoulder blades, earning a series of groans from him. As you came down from your high, Zemo's hips began to falter, enthralled by the waterfall you had become, soaking the base of his cock as your walls squeezed around him. His hand at your wet heat abruptly moved to grip your hip, at the same moment his hand around your throat clutched at your hair again, and he met his end with a loud, gruff moan as he spoke a mantra of nonsensical praises and your name.

Zemo rested on his arms on either side of your head, and he let your legs fall to the sides of him, breathing hard against your neck as he occasionally peppered kisses there. He remained inside you for a few moments, savoring the feeling, before you chose to have a bit of extra fun by flexing your lower muscles and squeezing yourself around him again. With a sharp intake of breath, he pulled out of you, shooting you a glare.

In Sokovian, he murmured, "You are a naughty little thing."

"You adore it."

"That I do," Zemo conceded, then stood and walked off to the restroom. You heard the tap run, and a few moments later, he returned with a glass of water for you, sitting beside your feet on the couch and resting his heels on the coffee table. He was exceptionally handsome like this; still catching his breath, sweat glistening on his forehead and chest, a content look upon his face. You spent a minute or two admiring him, before he looked over to you, and a smile blossomed on his lips.

"I cannot thank you enough for that. I must admit, I spent countless nights alone in my cell, dreaming about getting to touch a woman like that again. Especially considering the fall of our country, I never could have imagined I would be lucky enough to lay with a stunning, intelligent Sokovian woman."

"In the spirit of confessions, it's been a while for me, too. My last boyfriend was about two years ago. And I'm not the one-night-stand type. So, do with that what you will," you stated, earning a small chuckle from Zemo. You sat up so that you were sitting beside him, instead of laying down, as you continued. "I fantasized about it a lot myself, but I never even dared to think my next time would be as good as this was."

Zemo smiled, a mix of pride and joy, then his smile softened as he leaned toward you, brushing a lock of hair away from your face. "This doesn't have to be our last time, you know. I would be honored to have you as often as you'd allow me to. And I assure you, I would make it worth your while. I will give you whichever vehicles your heart desires, more jewelry than you know what to do with, take you to the most beautiful places in the world, dine at only the finest restaurants – and above all, treat you like my queen. Take care of me, and I will take care of you, Liebling."

You allowed your curiosity to get the better of you, as usual when you feared that someone was lying to you. You searched his mind for any fraction of false pretenses, but there were none. The man simply found you intoxicating, and would do whatever it takes to keep drinking you in.

The arrangement wouldn't exactly be an easy one, nor would it be all that wise – nor morally correct, in all honesty. But he was undeniably sexy, and the danger and reprehensibility of it all made it that much more alluring. And besides all that – the way his power and wealth turned you on, how good he was capable of making you feel – most Sokovians were dead, and you missed home. Getting to speak your native tongue with him, chat about your country – it made you feel at home with him.

But you wouldn't give Zemo the satisfaction of agreeing to him that quickly.

“We'll see.”

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Part Two

[streaming-yn]

I ACCIDENTALLY POSTED THIS BEFORE IT WAS DONE IM SO SORRY AAAA

I can't promise it'd be good or accurate in any way at all, but I can say that I'll try my best!! sorry this took such a long time ;; very scared of not doing stuff perfectly yk? ;;; but thank you, I'm glad you like my writing! welcome to the crew 🍋 anon!! I don't know too much on witchcraft (my parents don't allow me to practice anything that I'll have to get extra stuff for :/) so I hope just doing everything but that is okay, I'm so sorry I couldn't do everything :(( n you take care as well!! and thank got for all the love n support!! mwah !

I don't write for George so I hope it's okay I took him out ;;

multiple x ambivert! bilingual! y/n

pairings: feral boys (no George) (dream, sapnap, Karl, quackity), BenchTrio (tommy, tubbo, ranboo) (separate) x reader

pronouns: they/them

other information on the reader:

. bilingual

. ambivert

. likes puzzle n strategic games (n good at them)

. minor

. artist

. faceless

form: headcanons

genre: platonic

abbreviations: y/n -> your name

feral boys (- George) (dream, sapnap, Karl, quackity)

congrats! you now have 4 new older brothers! and no you don't have a say in it! /lh

they all think it's really cool that your bilingual!!

if one of the languages you speak is Spanish quackity would invite you to his spanish-only/mostly streams \o/

I know it's unlikely, but if your other language is Greek by chance then maybe you and sapnap exchange a few Greek words/sentences, not for anything other than to confuse those also in call >:)

definitely see quackity doing the same thing!

if you speak a language other than Greek or Spanish they're like,, woah,,, that's so cool what

you could probably get anyone but dream to say almost anything in your language 💀

purely bc I believe that dream has had that happen multiple times before so now he's careful with saying things he doesn't know 😭

you could also make them believe an insult is a complement if you say it in a kind tone, and the other way around (depends on the language, bc with some it's close enough to English to tell)

like with a lot of German you could probably do that

you, kindly: du bist so schlecht in diesem spiel!! dein Chat muss langweilig sein (you're so bad at this game!! your chat must be bored) (**note: apologies if it's not accurate! I'm still trying to learn German so I used Google translate)

karl: thank you! ,, I think?

you: :)

if anyone in chat knows what you said they'll occasionally translate it for the rest of chat, if that happens, then like,, it's definitely getting clipped

quackity has jokingly asked you to draw him before! dream and karl constantly complement your art, and sapnap is inbetween complementing and being indifferent

like he thinks it's cool and looks really good but he won't bring up a lot and he won't do a whole bunch of compliments! he's a good one to go to and show new art if you want a chill reply while Karl and dream are the ones you show if you want praise for it

if you want jokes and lighthearted statements with semi-hidden compliments go to quackity! :)

I feel like being an ambivert in this group could go one of both ways depending on if you're an introvert w extrovert tendencies or the other way around

hard, introvert with extrovert tendencies, which basically means that you're pretty introverted, won't talk to knew people unless spoken to first but once you do you ease up a bit, once friends you get louder and more hyper showing your extrovert side. you like parties and such despite the fear you have of them, etc. I feel like this would be hard because pretty much everyone in the feral boys is extroverted, save for dream who's an ambivert but super extroverted online! so their energy might scare you but it also draws you in leading you to becoming friends! you probably have a soft spoken voice which the boys fail to notice at first - causing you to get spoken over a lot, just things of that kind! but they get used to it and your contrast fits well :)

easy, extrovert with introvert tendencies, which is the same as above but switched! you can start conversation with strangers - though it may be a bit hard due to your introvert tendencies stunting your social growth, you enjoy parties and social events and talking to people but you're probably off in a corner of the party talking to a group of people rather than dancing, being alone in your room can be calming but is usually lonely and you prefer to have someone - or maybe a few people - around. this would be easy because it's easier for introvert tendencies to be unnoticed online since you're not face to face, so talking to people and interacting would go rather smoothly causing your addition to the crew to be smooth and fast! they didn't have to talk to you first and everyone being (mostly) extroverted made you fit in well, and you won't get talked over because when you do on accident you bring it up and they make sure to be more careful \o/

also for you speaking a different language; if you ever forget a word in English - which is bound to happy often - they'll help you figure it out

and your love and talent for strategic games, puzzle games, and rhythm games kinda shocked them! like the entire group isn't the best at those types of games and don't play them often

they're really impressed about it too! I feel like one of the first times sapnap saw you do a rhythm based game he made a comment about how you'd be a really good drummer!

also if there's a puzzle in a game that quackity is playing he would probably try to call you to get you to figure it out 💀

BenchTrio (tommy, ranboo, tubbo)

they're impressed by you being bilingual right away! I feel like tommy might make a joke about being bilingual bc he knows a few Spanish words

tubbo is super interested in what different words translate to and like, uses you like Google translate around Minecraft after he finds out

"that's super cool!! wait, what's this in your language?" he throws your character a carrot "(carrot in your language)" "okay okay!! this next :D!!" he throws your character a dirt block, you let out and amused breath "am I Google translate now?" "c'mon!!"

ranboo gets mostly confused because he doesn't understand what you're saying so he's like ??? how do I respond if I don't know what you said help

I think you being an ambivert would also fit in well, not matter what type you are bc you literally have 2 ambiverts (both kinds!! ex w int tend is tubbo n int w ex tend is ranboo!) and one extrovert!! there's literally no way you can't fit in unless your sense of humor is wildly different but since you're reading this I assume it's similar!

they will also help you if you forget English words, though tubbo forgets a lot as well so ranboo or Tommy would probably be your best bet to go to!

I feel like tubbo is also good at rhythm games so it wasn't a shock you were or anything, but it did cause a bit where tommy just like,, split the group? 💀 you and tubbo n him and ranboo where the groups, it became like a who's side it better type of thing and ranboo kept "sneaking off" to your vc to tell you stuff n talk a bit, it was fun

as for puzzles, I don't think anyone in the group is good at puzzles besides ranboo, like tubbo might be mediocre but I feel like ranboo is really good like,, have you seen that man's lore ? good god

poor Tommy dude 💀💀

chat 100% brags about you anywhere they can!

"look at my streamer!! they're so talented and smart and funny and they can draw <33 I bet you wish your streamer was as cool as mine /lh"

(sorry it took so long and it's kinda short! I didn't really know what to do exactly :( )

taglist: @cvsmixplant @l0ver0fj0y @youngstarfishdinosaur @icarusthefoolish

[raindownforme]

omg omg ok ok so maybe for a request charlie and the reader and how they interact as streamers?? like a friends to lovers au but you can tell how they fall in love through all their interactions online & in games (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)

like for example whenever they play on the smp charlie only reaaallly wants to help the reader and when anyone else asks he’s like hm? what? IT JUST SEEMED CUTE IN MY HEAD ☹️💌

Lore

Charlie slimecicle x reader [they/them used]

“Hello twitchers.” y/n smiled into the face cam, watching the chat fly by a mile a minute. They knew they’d draw in a larger audience today, it being their first official stream on the Dream SMP. They loaded up the game, spawning in a wooded area surrounded by cobblestone. “Alright where do we- hello?”

y/n leaned closer to the screen. They could see someone standing behind a tree. Someone in glasses and green blotchy skin. They typed into the in-game chat, trying to get who ever it was to come closer. Thankfully they did, revealing a character named Slimecicle. y/n looked over to the discord server, pulling themselves into a voice channel with the mystery person.

“Hi there!” Slimecicle’s voice rang through y/n’s headphones and they smiled. They liked the sound of his voice. “Im Charlie. Welcome.”

“Thanks. Do you know how to get anywhere?”

“Yeah!” Charlie’s character jumped as y/n followed after him. Charlie led them to a snowy mountainside that had been covered with sand. Someone had built a white mansion and several other buildings, including a fountain and a tall tower. “This is where I live.”

“This mansion?” y/n panned to look around the mountainside. They glanced over to watch their chat fly by.

“No I just live in the country in general. Las Nevadas!” Charlie jumped up and down, punching y/n in a friendly manner. “Oh are you hungry? I have food!”

Charlie’s character threw a stack of lamb chops at y/n. They smiled at him, then quickly realized he couldn’t see them. “Thanks! Where is this by the way.”

“Only the best country ever. It’s Las Nevadas! Do you want to live here?”

“Sure!” y/n followed as Charlie ran around. He showed them all around the country; the casino, the strip club, the restaurant, and even the garden. “Charlie this is so cool!”

“I know!” Charlie jumped up and down in a circle. “I’m not the guy who owns it but I’m sure he’d like to meet you.”

“Oh.” y/n paused, biting their cheek. “Will he be okay with me being here?”

“Of course he will. It’s Quackity! Let’s find you somewhere to live.” y/n followed Charlie to the tall white tower. He led them behind it to a flat plot of sand. “Here! We’ll be neighbors.”

“Awesome. I don’t have anything to build with yet but-“

“Oh here!” Charlie ran into the base of the tower, coming back 30 seconds later. He threw two stacks of oak logs to y/n. “Is this what you needed?”

“I- yeah. That’s a lot of wood.”

“I want you to have it!”

y/n smiled bashfully, trying to swallow the heat rising to their cheeks. They could see their twitch chat running by with messages asking if it was lore or cannon. “Here. Take this then.”

Charlie marveled at the flower y/n had tossed him, a blue cornflower. He smiled, holding a hand over his mouth to hide from the prying eyes of his own twitch chat. “Thank you.”

y/n began running around the plot, randomly placing oak planks to make a frame for their house. They tossed Charlie some planks, allowing him to help build up the home. They continued beholding for another half an hour, allowing y/n to have a gorgeous one story home with room for storage and supplies.

“Thanks for all your help today.”

“Of course! Do I get to see you again?”

y/n smiled, glancing over at discord to make sure they’d requested to be friends with Charlie. “Of course! I’ll see you around the server?”

y/n and Charlie saw each other quite often around the server. y/n logged on, Charlie was there. They’d spend hours in the game mining together, building structures, hunting. It went on months of them interacting in streams and lore exclusively.

“You can’t do this Quackity.” y/n spoke slowly. They’d been practicing the recording for this lore for weeks now, and thank god it wasn’t live. “I trust you, and I’m glad we’re friends, but this? Burning it all? What will that do for you. What will any of this do for you?”

“I know you haven’t been here as long, but this is my fucking country. It’s my fucking war. Who the hell are you to think you have any understanding of this? And ideas?”

“Because this isn’t how it works. This isn’t going to work. How many times have you tried this and it just hasn’t happened or you? I don’t know, maybe think about Schlatt? Or Technoblade?”

Quackity froze, being eerily silent. y/n glanced over at the script, making sure nothing was missed. “How do you know about that? Who told you about that?” Quackity’s character ran forward with a diamond sword in hand. “That is none of your business.”

“It’s none of your business how I know.” y/n backed away from Quackity as he walked closer. “I may not have been here long but I have friends.”

“What friends you have-“ he paused, realization setting in. “You have Slime. My friend.”

Quackity came at y/n swinging, they tried to fight back, blocking with a shield and iron sword. “Quackity enough! This isn’t what you want! Quackity please-“

y/n stopped, holding a breath and muting their mic. Quackity had landed the final blow, taking their first cannon life. They moved slightly away from their set up, making sure to not touch any keys. They knew Quackity was still recording, and Charlie’s part was coming soon.

Quackity panted. Taking a shaky breath. “Fuck. Okay. God I can’t believe-“ y/n waited expectantly. Quackity’s pause meant that he saw Charlie. “Oh. Hey bud.”

“Quackity from Las Nevadas.” Charlie almost sounded like he was crying. “What did you do?”

“Slime, you don’t understand, they knew more than they should-“

“So you killed them?” Quackity was quiet. y/n silently cheered to themselves, proud of both Charlie and Quackity’s acting. “You- you took my friend. You took my friend away and- are they coming back? Is y/n coming back?”

“Slime, I took one life. It doesn’t matter. They don’t matter. They didn’t care about Las Nevadas, not like we do.” y/n could hear Quackity’s character moving from his audio in the discord call. “It’s you and me Slime, my best friend.”

“No.”

“No?” y/n looked over the shared script, searching for what part was happening. They hadn’t read this far ahead. “What do you mean no?”

“I cared about y/n. They were my friend. This is not how you treat a friend.”

“And how would you know?”

“Because I know Quackity. I know.”

Charlie and Quackity came to a halt, waiting a moment before speaking again. “That was great!” y/n exited the Minecraft world, turning their full attention to the discord call. Quackity had his camera on, smiling, but Charlie still kept his camera off. “Was there anything else to record today?”

“No that’s it.” There was some clicking from Quackity’s end. “Thanks again. I’ll talk to you later?”

“Yeah, later.”

Quackity exited the discord call, leaving Charlie and y/n in silence. Charlie cleared his throat, turning on his camera. His room was lit by just the lights behind his set up, casting his shadow over the shelves of stuffed toys and collectibles behind him. “Hey.”

“Hey!” y/n felt their face grow warm slightly. “I didn’t realize there was that much more to the script.”

“Yeah.”

y/n chewed the inside of their cheek. It almost sounded like Charlie was disappointed. “Are you okay? You sound upset.”

“I just-“ Charlie paused, resting his chin on his propped-up hands. “What do we do now? I don’t want to stop playing minecraft with you.”

“Charlie we don’t have to stop. Just because the lore goes one way doesn’t mean that we can’t interact.”

“But continuity-“

“You’re thinking like DnD.” y/n smiled gently at him. “If you still want to play together we can, it’ll just be like a secret. Or we can do our own lore. I’m sure if we talk to everyone about it me and you can write something.” Charlie didn’t say anything, and they frowned. “Is there something else?”

“I kind wish they didn’t kill you so early. I’ve still got my lives.”

“Maybe Quackity will kill you next.”

“That’s not-“ Charlie huffed, running a hand through his hair. “I like the character dynamic. I like us interacting. I like us.”

y/n paused, their face burning. They’d be lying if they said they hadn’t thought about the dynamic between themself and Charlie. The clips of them talking on late night streams. The fan-art all over Twitter. The edits recommended to them on Instagram. Hell, they thought about it even without seeing any prompted content. Charlie was on their mind most of the day. They’d constantly find themselves checking twitch to see if he was live or discord to see if he was active. Charlie had become a constant in y/n’s life and they indulged themself in it. “I like the dynamic too.”

“Well we don’t have that dynamic if you stop being part of Las Nevadas. There isn’t us.”

“Charlie, what are you talking about?”

“I’ve been— fucking— I’ve been using this stupid server to get closer to you. I thought that maybe you liked us the way that I liked us and I- I don’t know what I’m doing now.” Charlie rubbed his hands over his eyes. “I just didn’t want you to go.”

“Charlie I’m not going anywhere. I like us too.”

“You do?” Charlie perked up a bit, seeming more enthusiastic.

“Just cause we write lore doesn’t mean it affects us. Here, watch this.” y/n went onto the shared script, hoping Charlie still had it open, and began to type. They wrote about how y/n would possibly live alone in the woods on the outskirts of Las Nevadas, staying close to Charlie.

They could see Charlie smile on the other end of the call, then emit the sound of keys tapping. y/n watched as the words appeared on the page: Charlie tells y/n how he feels.

y/n gasped and turned back to the discord call. “I wanted to tell you soon. I guess I didn’t realize how upset the recording would make me.”

“Charlie, how long have you had a crush on me?”

“Uh, remember your first day?” y/n nodded eagerly. “Yeah. Probably about there.”

y/n turned back to the shared document, typing furiously. “It’s a good thing I like you too.”

Charlie smiled widely at the words; y/n returns his affection. He smiled at the discord call, resting his face in his hands. “Well then, what’s next for our lore darling?”

y/n chuckled, going back to open minecraft. “Help me make a new house.”

“Only if my bed can be next to yours.”

“Deal.”

They could hear Charlie tapping on his keyboard as he loaded in the game. “I know we haven’t met in person, but I’m serious. I like you.”

“And I’m serious. I like you too.” y/n looked at Charlie’s character on their screen. “It does kind of suck we’ve never met but that doesn’t mean-“

“I bought a ticket.”

“W-what? What kind of ticket?”

“A plane ticket. For next week. I mean if that’s okay. I can still cancel it.”

“No! I mean yes. I’d be delighted to have you come over Charlie.” y/n felt their smile soften.

“Can I still have a bed then?”

“Yes!” y/n laughed, going back to the game. They placed two beds side-by-side in the open air. “How’s this?”

“Better.” Charlie’s character went to stand on one of the beds. “Maybe we can write something different- oh.”

y/n looked at the document. Quackity had left them a comment on their new writing, telling them to flirt elsewhere. “Well, I guess he had a point.”

“Back to the game then darling?”

y/n smiled bashfully at the nickname. “Back to the game.”

[marinetteplztakeabreak]

I need to share soft sign language buddies ninogami headcanon because they’re taking over my brain always:

(This got so long, so youre welcome if youre also starved for ninogami content)

Nino’s mom is Deaf , so he grew up signing as much as speaking. When he was younger he always signed as he talked.

It turned out he’s also Hard of Hearing, so sign language is way easier for him to understand most of the time.

However, though he’s great at making friends, he’s very awkward when it comes to talking about himself. So never comes up in conversation.

It’s not a self-deprication issue. It’s just a “thinking of things to say is hard and I’d rather have someone else do the talking” thing. He’d rather talk about anyone except himself.

Additionally! He’s great at helping other people, but he’s terrible at asking for help. He does not EVER want to be like “hey i cant understand what you’re saying, my ears dont work great,” its his worst nightmare

And it doesnt help that there have been a few cases of people being rude about it when he doesnt hear them after they repeat themselves. And possibly worse, there have been even more cases of people giving over-the-top apologies instead of just,, telling him what they said. So it’s not worth the trouble in his mind

with his few close friends who still dont know, it feels like its too late and it’d be awkward to bring it up, so he just… doesnt. He’s procrastinating on telling them he cant hear them

He stopped signing as much as he talked in middle school because strangers would always be like “woah thats so cool, how do you know sign language” and he’d just panic because he was an awkward tween, and he didnt know if he was comfortable telling them he was HoH, but ALSO just saying his mom was Deaf and not mentioning himself felt like directly lying by hiding information, so he just took the “lazy” way out and signed less in public.

Sometimes fighting the anxiety was not worth it so he just let it win in that case.

Nino is so nice and energetic and loves people, but he is way more introverted and anxious than his friends think.

But when they start to get closer, Kagami who is ever-observant, notices him signing a little bit, (not ever to her, not ever on purpose, but he’d sometimes sign a word he needed to remember while speaking or sign along to emphasize something)

and she luckily for his anxiety, she doesnt know how to have a normal conversation either.

Her (platonic as well as romantic) love language is studying and research, and Nino seems very cool and she likes him, even if she is awful at holding a conversation with him or doing anything to show it.

She thinks he’s so cool and such an amazing talented kind friend. She has so much love for him that she doesnt know what to do with it. So she channels that energy into learning to sign through the internet and whatever tools she can find

And then after a while of this, she’s like “oh no, he’s gonna think that’s so creepy, I cant tell him I know sign language or he’ll be so uncomfortable”

So, like a whole idiot, she hides that she’s learning sign language from anyone. Because OBVIOUSLY if word got back to Nino, he’d assume it was because of him and that she was a weirdo he shouldn’t be friends with

But also Kagami accidentally falls in love with sign language because she has undiagnosed autism. She always assumed that communicating was just going to be impossible no matter what, but as she gets proficient in sign language she’s like,,, oh,,, OH,, this is very nice

Even just signing while she talks makes it so much easier to keep words and sentances straight, but she only does it when she’s alone with her mother, who is literally blind and would never know.

They become closer friends in late high school, and by that time a lot of Nino’s anxiety has worn off and he’s become completely comfortable letting teachers know when he needs to hear somthing, and middle school feels like a distant dream

At some point, Nino invites Kagami to his house a few times, and he signs with his mom. Nino is like “I can interpret for you,” and Kagami is like “wow thanks, I’m so lucky, because I obviously do not know any sign language, why would I have learned it, and also for the record it is brand new information to me that you can sign,” and Nino is like “cool? Its not a secret but im glad i told you if you somehow didnt already know,” and Kagami is like, “yep :)”

But then eventually as they become really close, they are texting one night, (Kagami can still barely get out of her house, so they need to communicate remotely. And both of then HATE phone calls bc its so hard to understand whats happening, but neither of them have admitted this to anyone)

Nino admits that he likes using sign language better than talking, and he wishes he could use it with his friends, but he’d feel so guilty asking them to learn an entire language just to make him slightly more comfortable. He can talk and hear OKAY so he shouldnt put the pressure on them.

and Kagami is like “you could always ask, worst case scenerio they say no, and i dont think thats an unreasonable demand” and nino is like “it is though,” and kagami’s like “ok so haha funny story, please dont hate me” and nino is like, “…what.” And kagami confesses everything and nino is like “why… why would i hate you for that?” And Kagami is like “oh wait youre right im stupid,”

And then Nino’s also like “hey if YOURE more comfortable signing too, then why dont YOU ask your friends to sign for you. Do you see what i mean? It’s hard to ask-” and kagami is like, “as your friend i will prove it is not.”

So then Kagami ends up confronting Adrien and Marinette the next day and is like “Hi. This is a sign language dictionary. Learn from it.” And they’re both like “what?” And she’s like “oh wait sorry. Backing up. I’m autistic. I decided like three years ago. Forgot to tell you. And I need you to learn to sign a little bit so you can understand if i sign something at you. If you want, of course. Please :D.” And theyre like “ok sure yeah i can do that.”

(Theyve already learned and accepted that shes extremely direct in asking for things)

So then she texts nino and is like “i did it. Youre welcome.”

But anyway both of them are uncomfortable in crowds and parties: Nino cant hear anyone and Kagami tends to get sensory overload, so they start signing mostly in those situations, and then it starts to sink in that they’re allowed to sign whenever and that the other really IS also comfortable with it.

(Both of them are much more willing to make sacrifices for others than to try something new and intimidating for themself, so this is the perfect situation to trick them into getting out of their comfort zone, ironically by trying to be more comfortable in the long run)

so they will just sit together and hang out and have long conversations while just chilling somewhere in a park or at cafes or whatever. Both of them become chattier than they’ve ever been because talking and understanding is so much easier, and its addicting

And their close friends all become proficient enough in sign language to have simple conversations.

But also Nino and Kagami start sitting together automatically even in group hangouts, and they start hanging out more with just the two of them, and soon neither of them feel bad about asking to hang out in quieter places, because they can justify it knowing that it will also help the other one, and together that makes both of them also more comfortable asking for little accomodations from other friends, if only to prove to the other that they can do it too.

And Kagami has the lesser-known autism side effect where she makes WAY TOO MUCH eye contact. She’s aware of it but that doesnt make it go away. Normally she feels so awkward about it, and overthinks her gaze because she doesnt want to scare people away. But when signing, you literally HAVE to be watching the other person constantly, so she has an excuse to just be herself, and its so relieving

(and also its kind of fun to look at Nino anyway because he can get so animated and his smile is really nice and oh no she is in love a little bit)

And Nino always struggles because he emotionally ALWAYS needs to be the nice polite one. His anxiety sometimes gets the better of him and he’s constantly worried about sending the wrong signals to his friends and coming off as rude somehow. But with Kagami, he can literally just ask?? And she will tell him her honest opinion without making it weird. And its so comfy and so good and he really loves hearing her unfiltered opinions on so many things because she sees the world in such a unique way and she gets so passionate about such little things and then oh no, he is fallen for her before he can realize it

And they also learn that they’re both artists, they both love to just observe the world because even if they;re awkward, people are actually pretty great most of the time, and its fun to observe them and try to capture the world, and they just sit together and sketch, or they watch each other sketch, and the thing is, both of them draw ONLY FOR THEMSELVES, its not a ‘skill,’ and they don;t want it to be, its just private art for relaxation. Somehow, though, its okay if they share their art with each other. They can just sit in comfortable silence for hours while one of them sketches something and the other watches patiently

And they start to get more comfortable with one of their heads resting on the other’s shoulder as they watch them doodle, and sitting so close their legs press together, and soon enough their hands start brushing against each other’s as they walk next to each other and then all of a sudden they’re casually holding hands whenever they’re not signing because it’s nice

They try to share headphones so Nino can share some of his favorite songs and his compositions with Kagami. But try as she might, Kagami can not handle the sensory of only having one earbud in. Nino knows her tells by that point, and he’s not about to let her suffer for a stupid reason, but she REALLY does want to hear his music. They somehow end up with Kagami putting a pair of headphones around her neck and turning up the volume a little bit so she can hear, while Nino rests his head on her shoulder so he can hear just enough to know where she is in the song

And then he has to sit up and scootch away just enough to see her hands so they can talk about it, and they both pretend not to notice how nice it was to snuggle as they sign. Its fine, though, because now they get the excuse to just look at each other again and sign overdramatically with exaggerated facial expressions, and no one else around can overhear their conversation, and Nino likes to go a little over the top when signing onomatopoeia and acting out particular parts of the song rhythm that he likes, and Kagami laughs, and they both mentally save the image of each other in this moment the same way that they look at reference images for artwork, memorizing the lines of each movement and the things that make each smile unique,

and Nino also shows up at every single one of her fencing tournaments, and he sits as close as he can and signs encouraging messages to her from the crowd whenever she’s not actively competing, (that her blind mom can never catch, which is somewhat of a bonus to Kagami, because every element of their friendship that her mother cant interact with makes this more personal and special and HERS). Every little sign she sends back at him, even a simple thank you, always feels so good and rebellious and free because shes supposed to be focusing on fencing but shes deciding to care more about friendship. And even if she’s expected to leave immediately afterword, she’ll find every excuse possible to find him and give him a hug, which he’ll always accept even though she jokingly warns him shes sweaty and gross

And eventually they are special best friends and it brings them instant joy to see each other and theyre able to interact for no reason other than that they want to and like each other

(And then they kiss)