#it feels so weird looking at those old folders

[heavenfell-au]

How did you come up with Frisk's curse? I'm trying to come up with one myself but don't know where to start.

SPOILER ALERT

Back when I started writing my fiction, I was laying down on the couch just daydreaming to some songs and I had that specific scene in mind, the one where they come out of the strange cocoon into a demonic being. I think the song I was listening to was Butterfly from Rachel Rose Mitchell. That's how my fanfiction which was supposed to be a UF!Pap x Reader turned into a whole AU, thinking of what would lead Frisk to their fate.

Fun fact : Lost Soul's design is actually what my demon looks like, just like anything in Heavenfell holds a part of me as a venting/therapeutic project so Frisk's curse was pretty natural for me to illustrate. If you wanna see why, I think it's better to show my vent arts of over a decade

CW : "naked"... dead... spirits ???????

Damn, what a treat. It's 6 years worth of torment right there LMAO anyways... Yeah. Hope you can see how it came to me.

I guess the best thing is to find inspiration in media, like I did, it could be music, a show, a movie... your own personal torment with a dash of fantasy. I wish you the best with that !

[fruitsyrups]

ive crossed over into an alternate dimension where side profiles are somehow sometimes easier to draw than other angles. bodies in side profile however... nooo thank you...

[cinnbar-bun]

Popularity- Cross Guild's Day Off 2 (Cross Guild x Reader)

Summary: In which you work with the three Cross Guild officers and Buggy attempts to prove his popularity through a poll. Of course, it's never as simple as it really should be in Cross Guild.

Rating: SFW/Crack

Word Count: ~3k

Notes: No relationships are defined, so feel free to headcanon whatever you want. I know it says x Reader up there and I wrote it in mind that it's a weird ass polycule but I made sure to leave it ambiguous for your reading pleasure. Made in mind with part 1, but can be read as standalone. Features cameos from Alvida, Galdino, and Daz Bones.

A/n: I love these three goofballs so like feel free to request stuff with them or what scenarios you'd like to see them in please???

Read Part 1 here! Read this chapter on my AO3 here!

“It’s really not fair! It’s not fair at all!” Buggy screamed. Mihawk, Crocodile, and you sighed at whatever it was that seemed to be, well, bugging Buggy. 

“Will you stop your complaining? Some of us are actually trying to do work here,” Crocodile growled while his fingers continued clicking away on the calculator. “(Y/n), go and hand me the reports for-,” 

“Right here, Sir,” you said as you handed him the stack of papers he wanted. Crocodile smirked proudly while his eyes narrowed at Buggy. 

“See, why can’t you be like (Y/n)? They know how to get work done.” 

“Wha-! I get work done! Plenty of work!” 

“Juggling isn’t work.” 

“Is too!” Buggy stomped his foot. 

“Hardly,” Mihawk chimes in. 

“Grrr… you two are just jealous of me! Jealous of how I’m the Star Clown and you two will just be boring, old men!” 

Mihawk and Crocodile glanced at each other knowingly and rolled their eyes. 

“You’re still bothered by the fact you were not important enough to have any good cards in the deck, aren't you?” Mihawk states bluntly, not bothering to be gentle with Buggy’s fragile ego. 

“SHUT UP!!! SHUT UP!!!!” Buggy shouted, gaining the attention from his subordinates outside the office. 

“Aw… someone’s upset,” Crocodile teased. You huffed at the two stoic ex-warlords and tried to soothe Buggy. 

“Buggy, it’s alright. They’re just silly cards. Look around you, you have so many employees happy to work for you because they really admire you as captain,” you say genuinely while patting his head. Buggy sniffles and nods. 

“You’re right, (Y/n), you’re right,” Buggy agrees. He wipes his eyes and nose with his hand before he bounces back to life, clenching his fists. “That’s very true! All these people love me and would die for me! So those card makers don’t know anything! I’m the most popular one here!” 

“Wait, what…” you wince, while Crocodile and Mihawk groan. 

“Thanks, (Y/n), now he’s gonna do something stupid again,” Crocodile sighed. 

“Buggy, all I’m saying is-” you try to fix your error, but Buggy shakes his head. 

“Nope! You just gave me an amazing idea!” 

“Here we go again,” Mihawk mumbles. 

“W-what’s the idea?” You ask Buggy. 

“Obviously, to really settle the matter, we need to hold a popularity contest!” Buggy proclaims. 

“We really don’t have to. No one cares about this except you,” Crocodile says blandly while he opens the folder you gave him. 

“Haha! You’re just saying that because you know deep down that I will win when it comes to Cross Guild!” Buggy eggs Crocodile on. “They love me here!” 

“I really don’t care-” 

“So, to finally gather once and for all who the most popular is-” 

“God damn it.” 

“I’m going to poll the others!” Buggy announces, grabbing a random clipboard from your desk. 

“Isn’t that rather biased?” Mihawk asked. 

“Biased? What are you talking about?” Buggy raises his brow. “You think Imma lie about this?” 

“Yes,” all of you respond. Buggy lets out an offended gasp and frowns. 

“Well then, what do you suggest, smart guy?” Buggy yells at Mihawk. 

“Having only you go around and then return with results will obviously not be the most accurate. We need to send a third party that won’t lie,” Mihawk explains. 

The three men turn to look at you. 

“Why do I have to do it?” You fold your arms. “I have work to do!” 

“I’ll pay you extra for this week in order to have Buggy shut up,” Crocodile states. 

“Do you think I can be swayed so easily with money?” 

“Yes,” the three men respond. You swipe the clipboard from Buggy. 

“Damn right I am,” you state as you pick up your favorite pen from your desk. 

“Now then, since you’re going to be polling, I expect truthful and honest answers,” Mihawk demands. “No one can lie or cheat this.” 

“Before we do this, none of you are allowed to know who voted for who,” you add. “I’m not having you fire or hunt down some poor employee because they voted for Mihawk or something.” “Well that won’t happen,” Buggy comments. “No one is gonna vote for Mihawk to begin with.” 

Now it’s Mihawk’s turn to be offended. “What do you mean by that, Buggy? Do I need to silence you for good?” 

“Eek! All I’m saying is, you hardly ever step out of the office or interact with anyone!” 

Mihawk stays silent then mumbles, “I interact with others…” 

“Oh really? Name one person you’ve interacted with,” Crocodile demands. 

“You can’t do that, either,” Mihawk counters. 

“That’s just because I don’t give a shit about these people’s names. I still talk to them, though,” Crocodile corrects. 

“Fine, (Y/n)!” Mihawk huffs. 

“They don’t count.” 

“Why don’t they?” Mihawk crosses his arms. 

“Because we all see them every day in this office,” Crocodile chides Mihawk. “Name someone.” 

“Okay, I guess I cannot name anyone,” Mihawk relents. “Not that it matters in the slightest, by the way. This is a silly and pointless little game.” 

“See? No one is gonna vote for you!” Buggy laughs. 

“I guess I should kill you now, Buggy,” Mihawk says as he draws Yoru. 

“Gaaaahhh! No! Please don’t!” Buggy cries, latching onto you for safety. 

“Buggy, please let go,” you sigh. The clown does so shakily and you begin to write on the paper in your clipboard. “Okay… Buggy, Crocodile, Mihawk. There we go. I’ll go around and ask, then. See you guys later.” 

“Before you go,” Crocodile begins. You turn to hear him out while he has a big shit-eating grin on his face. “If you’re going to talk to Mr. 3… knock before you enter.” 

Your eyes practically bulge out of their sockets from what this could mean as you nod and exit the office. 

“Why the hell did you say that?” Buggy questions. Crocodile chuckles, taking a puff from his cigar as he shakes his head. 

“Oh, they’ll see soon enough.” 

-

“Favorite head of Cross Guild?” An employee scratches his head. His coworker beside him does the same. 

“Wait, uh, they’re not gonna kill us for answering this, are they?” The other one asks. 

“Crap, you’re right. Is this some way to weed us out or something?” 

You shake your head. “No, no, not at all! This is just a… uh… thing they’re testing for some new merchandise,” you lie. 

“Ah,” the two men nod along. “That makes so much sense.” 

“Buggy,” the first man states. 

“Mmm… yeah, Buggy,” the second adds. “He never harps on us like Sir Crocodile.” 

You thank them for the response and tally it to the votes. 

“I guess Buggy was right,” you mumble to yourself, seeing as he currently had seven votes out of the seven people you asked. “Maybe we could send these results in to those cardmakers and get a cut of the merchandising.” 

Just as you’re about to walk away, Alvida strolls into the room. 

“Oh, Alvida! Good morning,” you smile at her. “Can I have a moment of your time?” “(Y/n), dear,” Alvida runs a hand through her hair. “What do you need from the most beautiful woman of the sea?” 

“Well, the higher-ups wanted to run a poll,” you show her the paper. “Please vote for your favorite head of Cross Guild.” 

She studies the paper for a moment and purses her lips. “Hmm… you know what, I vote for you.” 

“What?” 

“What? Just put a tally for you,” Alvida suggests nonchalantly. 

“But, um, I’m not a head of Cross Guild,” you argue. 

“So? You practically are their fourth one. I’m sure they won’t mind. And if they do, they can take it up with me,” Alvida brushes your concerns aside and takes the pen from you. She writes your name down and adds a tally. 

“Can I ask why you want to add me?” 

“Simple, dear.” Alvida chuckles. “You’re not like those brutes upstairs. You get worked to the bone by them yet still retain your own sense of self. Do you know what that is?” 

“No, I don’t think I know what that is-” 

“Passion!” Alvida throws her arms in the air. “You are passionate, clean, stylish, and most of all, you are quiet! If anyone is worthy of my vote and attention- it is you!” 

“Wow, thank you,” you comment, impressed that Alvida actually gave you a nice compliment. 

“Yes, yes, well, what do you think about becoming my assistant instead of working for them?” Alvida winks. 

“Ah sorry, I’m pretty happy where I am right now,” you quickly shut down. Alvida clicks her tongue. 

“Hm… perhaps you’d prefer to be my partner instead? You would be a good match by my side.” 

“Would you look at the time!” You awkwardly laugh. “Bye, Alvida!” 

“Bye, darling. Don’t worry though, we’ll pick this conversation up another time~,” she waves. You sigh in relief as you walk away that she didn’t mace you immediately. Still, there’s work to be done. 

You walk into the staff lounge and greet the other members there, who cheerfully greet you back. 

“Sorry to bother you guys, but if you could just fill out this poll, that would be great. And don’t worry, no one will know of the results, so please be as honest as you can!” 

The clipboard gets passed along by the staff members, who quickly add a tally mark to the poll. In less than a minute, all twenty people in the lounge have responded. 

“Wow, thank you guys. You guys are quick,” you joke, taking back the clipboard. 

“The choice was obvious,” one of the employees answers, and the others nod. You wonder who they voted for when you look at the paper, only to see your name has now over twenty marks attached to it. Your eyes widen and you politely thank the others as you step out of the room. 

It was one thing when Alvida did as she pleased, but now the others were voting for you in droves. You took a deep breath. Crocodile, Mihawk, and Buggy surely wouldn’t kill you for this, would they? After all, Alvida herself said they could bring it up with her. Yeah, that was okay. This was just a silly joke anyways. 

You continue to collect polls, feeling touched yet also nervous when you found that every employee had checked you off as their favorite. It got so bad that you had to use a second page to collect all the tallies that the employees were adding to your name. 

As the number of employees left to ask dwindled, you remembered to get Daz Bones and Galdino’s polls. You figured the choice would be clear for them- Crocodile. After all, they were very loyal to him and even continued their work relationship into Cross Guild. It would also allow for Crocodile to at least get some vote from his current tally at zero. 

You had scoured for them all around the base, but didn’t find any sign of their presence. Just as you were about to give up, you found Daz Bones peacefully sitting, probably waiting for his next assignment. 

“Daz! Can I-” 

“(Y/n), I have no interest,” he cut you off. 

“It’s for Crocodile,” you add, knowing he wouldn’t participate otherwise. Daz nods and then urges you to step closer. You show him the clipboard and he raises a brow. 

“Crocodile really cares about this sort of thing?” 

“It’s mostly because of Buggy,” you explain, and Daz nods, connecting the dots. He quickly tallies a mark to Crocodile’s name. “Thank you, Daz!” 

“You’re welcome,” he gruffly responds. 

“Oh, and do you know where Galdino is?” 

“Why should I know? Perhaps he’s in his room,” Daz shrugs. You should’ve guessed that but wave goodbye and walk to Galdino’s room. You’re about to knock when you remember Crocodile’s ominous warning echoing in your head again. 

“Knock before you enter…” 

You were going to do that anyways, but the weird way Crocodile said it made you grimace. You nervously rapped your knuckles against Galdino’s door. You heard a huff and a lot of grumbling as Galdino swung open the door. 

“What do you w-,” he angrily yells until he gasps when he sees it’s you. “(Y/n)! Ah! Uh! Please excuse me!” 

You briefly notice a large wax statue on the table before Galdino slams the door on your face. You jump when you hear Galdino freaking out and throwing things around his studio. Something metal is grating against the floor as you hear Galdino struggle to move the obviously heavy object. 

“G-Galdino? Is this a bad time?” You call out. 

“No, no, no! It’s fine! Perfectly fine! Hahaha there’s nothing weird going on here!” Galdino answers from inside his room as something crashes to the floor and Galdino swears. 

It’s silent for a moment until Galdino opens the door, leaning against the frame and trying to give you a charming smile while some wax is now splattered against his pants and shirt. 

“So, (Y/n), what brings you to my studio?” He asks while forcing his voice to sound lower, pushing up his glasses. 

“Ah, the heads wanted to take a little poll. Mind answering?” 

“Anything for- I mean-,” Galdino coughs and lowers his voice again. “Anything for you, (Y/n).” 

He takes the clipboard from you and begins to notice the options, quickly marking a tally next to your name. 

“There you go- wait a minute!” He looks horrified as realization sets in that there’s only one tally next to Crocodile- most likely Daz, he thinks. Crocodile would absolutely know right away that Galdino didn’t choose him, and the thought makes Galdino nearly pass out. “I-I need to change my vote!” 

“Sure,” you give the clipboard back to him and Galdino scribbles over the one he gave you to mark one next to Crocodile. 

“Kh... but we’re supposed to be honest…” Galdino mutters. He glances at you, and seeing you patiently waiting and smiling at him makes his heart tighten. 

Gah! Who am I supposed to choose?! My muse or my boss?!

“Are you alright, Galdino?” You asked, making Galdino struggle to form words. Instead, he scribbled over the mark he put next to Crocodile and re-marked a tally next to your name. 

He hands the clipboard back to you and you smile and wave to him. “Thank you, Galdino!” 

“Y-you’re very welcome!” Galdino shouts, unable to control his voice properly around you. You turn around and head back to the office while Galdino lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. 

He was most likely going to die after this, but seeing your smile was all worth it. He could die happy, even knowing that Crocodile would probably drain him of life later. 

You, however, didn’t notice the longing look Galdino gave you as you open the door to the office. 

“Well, I got all the votes!” 

“Well, who won?” Buggy immediately jumps forward and steals the clipboard from you. He notices that Crocodile and Mihawk hardly have any, with only Crocodile have a mark. “See I wo…” 

His face darkened as he noticed he had only seven votes. 

“What’s the matter, Buggy?” Crocodile smirked. “Can’t handle the fact you lost?” 

“I… wha…” Buggy grips the clipboard roughly, nearly snapping it in half. “How the hell did (Y/n) get all the votes!?” 

Crocodile and Mihawk are caught off guard. 

“Wait, what? (Y/n) won?” Crocodile repeated. 

“I thought I told you to be fair and not cheat!” Mihawk accused you, his golden hawk eyes glaring into yours. 

“I-it wasn’t my fault! Alvida was the one who put my name on the list!” You try to defend yourself. 

“Give me that-” Crocodile snaps as he swipes the poll from Buggy’s hand. Crocodile grunts as he notices page after page marked with tallies from the employees choosing you. He sees Mihawk has none, but that his name has one mark (Daz, of course), and one crossed off (that bastard, Galdino-). Given Crocodile’s attentiveness, he does recognize that yours and Alvida’s handwriting is different, so your story is credible. He huffs and tosses the clipboard, making Mihawk lean over curiously. 

“Not even one vote…” he murmurs. 

Buggy, meanwhile, is distraught, crying on the floor and banging it repeatedly. 

“It’s not fair! Not fair at all! I hate this! I’m the star!” Buggy wails out loud. 

At first, Crocodile did this as a joke to satiate Buggy, but even his own ego is hurt by this new poll. 

“I take it back, you’re getting docked again,” Crocodile threatens, pointing his cigar at you. 

“What?! But I spent all day getting this with the promise of money!” 

“I changed my mind! I wanted a good poll, not whatever the hell this was!” Crocodile yells back. 

“Recount! Recount this!” Buggy shouts. 

“I refuse to lose this competition. Give me an hour, I will win this,” Mihawk says, pushing himself off his couch as he walks out the door to do who knows what. 

The ensuing commotion causes some of the Cross Guild members to peek through the door and watch Buggy screaming in agony at losing while you’re sobbing at the fact you’re losing money due to this dumb poll. 

Alvida rolls her eyes and crosses her arms. 

“Would you guys cut this noise out? It’s driving me mad!” 

“Alvida! This is all your fault!” Buggy yells at Alvida in tears. “I was supposed to win, not (Y/n)!” 

Alvida frowns at Buggy and twirls her mace in her hands. “Are you questioning my decisions?” 

Buggy gulps as he sees the mace casting a shadow over him. 

“N-no, not at all!” He quickly corrects himself, praying Alvida will not maim him to death. 

“That’s what I thought.” 

[the-kingshound]

Warning inane ramble incoming, it’ll probably be annoying I apologize. (*_ _)人 I spent the last several days reading every post here. I managed to convince myself to start liking some (sorry about that I’m sure it was annoying to get all those notifications) I have this weird thing where I get nervous about liking older posts cuz I mean it’s been a long time and it’s unprompted so that’s weird right? It feels weird like I’m doing something wrong or I’m being annoying, I considered reblogging too but somehow that felt worse? Sorry I am not good with social rules they confuse me both on and offline Idk my brain is wrong and I’m just a nervous socially anxious snail. (＞﹏＜)

Anyways just wanted to gush about how much I love it here and I’m never leaving (´꒳`) ♡ First and foremost Yniol has a special place in my heart they will forever be my favorite bestie (*＾ω＾)人(＾ω＾*), yes I am biased as my partner is grey and though they don’t play IFs they were thrilled to learn about your character! Also your writing is just phenomenal, your fans are fun and creative, your characters give such warm and positive energy I love them so much they’re perfect, the inclusivity is such chefs kiss ( ´ з `) 🤌🏻✨, the angst is delicious, the fluff is so sweet and comforting, the spice is ... very blush-worthy (⁄ ⁄>⁄ ▽ ⁄<⁄ ⁄). This has been a journey I laughed, I cried, I giggled, and I blushed and I have enjoyed every bit of it from pasta discourse to Moldien cult wars to Arthur bunnies, I’ve had the most wonderful time. Now my mind is gonna be filled with Arthurian stuff for months my maladaptive daydreaming is having the time of its life I have a road trip next week and I’m so looking forward to just staring out a window for 6+hours while my Hound's just alternating daydream adventures with the cast o(≧▽≦)o. Also speaking of your amazingly wonderful, sweet, and supportive cast I have decided my (though I love them all) favorite poly pairings are Arthur/Morien and whole crew polycule I’d sell my soul for those but I 100% understand why you can’t really do that. I don’t think I have the endurance in me to code a single poly no matter how much I wish it so the fact you’re doing any let alone several is just god tier you are awe inspiring.

Alas I have rambled far far to much I wish I could be more eloquent in expressing just how much I enjoyed experiencing all of this but for now this is the best I can do (╥ω╥). Thank you for sharing your wonderful work it’s truly a gift to experience. ଘ(੭ˊ꒳​ˋ)੭✧ I wish you wealth, health, and all the best in all your creative endeavors. -🐌

No, please please do not apologize. You made my entire week <3 This ask is straight up going into the folder where i keep my motivation to write and to be just a little proud of my work, thank you so so much for sending it.

For anyone having the same thoughts about liking or reblogging old posts: please do it. When I see the notifications, get very giddy and pleased, and I hope you are enjoying the food. Liking, and especially reblogging things, even more so if you add tags and reactons, not only fills me with glee but it also reminds me of old asks that I want to reblog again for new followers. So yeah, I love it, please feel free to go on a liking/reblogging spree!

You are so relatable for the maladaptive daydreaming (this game was absolutely born out of my own mental movies), I wish I could speed up the writing and editing for the next update so you can read it while you travel but I'm afraid it's a lost cause (I have been working on things, even now, but I am currently rewriting like half of it and while it is way better it takes sooo much time and energy). Knowing my characters and story are in someone's thoughts it the best kind of reward I need. I will never likely monetise this game, so this is the thing I wish to leave people with, and I hope the characters can be comforting and keep you company <3

You have no idea how much I would love to write the full polycule... maybe one day :,) But don't lose hope for the Arthur/Morien poly yet, as I decided to cancel the Gwyar/Morien poly and now I have a potentially free slot. In any case, awww, please know that this ask made me so happy today and will be in my thoughts as tkh is in yours.

Please have a lovely day and a lovely week and also a very lovely trip! Thank you again so so much!!

[lookismaddict]

Kouji + Reader (Sister) Headcannons

A/N: This is a familial relationship between you and Kouji. Don't be weird about it lol.

Kouji can be a mean brother who teases his sister a lot, but he tries not to overdo it

He's recognized as the genius kid of the family, and he would point that out to you as if that were obvious. But, he also tries not to do it often and he doesn't want you to feel insecure about it since he still cares about you.

Kouji is super protective over you, especially whenever you use his computer at home

One day, you were curious, wondering why he’s always so addicted to using his PC (computer in the day, computer at night) so you decide to snoop through his computer when you got home from school before him

While passing through his login on his computer, you look through his desktop on his computer and you find normal files relating to school, gaming applications, and… a spreadsheet document that’s titled “Money Log”, which you don’t find too suspicious. (He’s just a teen who wants to properly organize his money. How is that suspicious? 🤔)

Nothing seems to catch your eye, so you decided to look deeper by going through his history of accessed documents, files, and software installations

You noticed a software installation called “VPN” and a folder that says “Private” on there. But, his private folder was locked and it was under password authorization

While you were still trying to figure out his password, Kouji would catch you right when he came home from school and ask you what you were doing on his computer with a stern face, trying to hide his nervousness. However, when you cut him off and asked about how you so happened to find a “Private” folder on his PC, he immediately admitted that it was p*rn for you to shut up about it. (Is he really telling the truth though? You can't tell.)

Obviously, Kouji can also be secretive towards his sister, but also wary of what he does online and at home whenever you decide to crash and hang out in his room

The both of you would often play PC games together like horror games like "Welcome to the Game" (totally up his alley), Minecraft, Roblox, Valorant, etc. He usually does the game controls for you, while you sit there with him and watch him do all of the work. But, if you ask him if he can take control of the gameplay, he lets you but he teases you by saying, "You suck at this." which then leads to a never-ending banter between you two.

However, you don't just play PC games together, but also multi-player mobile games like Genshin Impact (he doesn't want to admit to you that this is his favorite game), Among Us (yes on mobile), and Stardew Valley.

Whenever you guys are bored together, you'd go on weird websites like Omegle or Chatroulette. Often times, he'd try and hack the other person on the other side of the screen ("just for fun" he says) and you had to scold him and try to convince him not to do it for the sake of the poor person on the other side. Most of the time, he just ignores you and just does it anyway. He justifies his own actions as some sort of necessary justice by pointing out, "See? These people are sick, just look at them! Nasty old geezers..."

You noticed how he's a Discord addict who's a part of a bunch of servers online with various aliases. He's a Discord mod for many servers, whether those servers serve as a purpose for gaming and hacking communities. But most of the servers he's on, he mostly hacks into them to troll people online through phishing links and sends random files in group chats that are actually malicious.

You have a strong feeling that he occupies his time doing something more than just trolling online users and playing video games. Since he's so good at hacking and online security, you have to admit that your brother is a technical genius. If that's the case, then you would assume that his hacking capabilities might exceed more than just surface web level. Even if that possibility might lean towards him exploring the Dark Web. (He's your brother. Of course, he would.)

Sometimes whenever he would take a break from using his computer all day doing God knows what, he would join you on the couch and watch a horror movie or a game show

While watching that movie/game show, he would criticize the show or movie by saying, “They are so dumb. I mean, why can’t they just run?” or “Why can’t they get such a simple question right? Are they stupid?” And your only answer for him is: “They just aren’t as smart as you, Kouji.” and your responses always boosts his ego, even if your replies were a bit sarcastic

While watching TV together, he would often eat candies or sweets and he would share them with you

In the living room whenever you two are free from homework or just so happened to be bored, you'd challenge him to play Super Smash Bros. on the Switch. And every single time, he'd mostly beat you in every single round by using his favorite character to fight: Ness (Of course he would use him. I call this canon.)

While playing Super Smash Bros, he would call you out for choosing weird characters to fight like Isabelle, the Villager from Animal Crossing, the Pirahna Plant, and even the Wii Fit Trainer (YES, THE FUCKING WII FIT TRAINER.), and he would call all of them weak. "What the hell? Out of all of the characters you chose, you decided to fight as them? No wonder you died so quickly." His insults didn't stop you from challenging him for rematches.

Whenever you ask him to help you on your homework, he would begrudgingly help you. (Basically, you’re the only person who he would help without blackmailing or without charging you with anything in return for his service.)

Kouji would eat the treats you bake, whether that be cookies, cakes, and other desserts. Especially, the strawberry cakes that you'd make and you would share it with him.

Whenever you mention a boy or a male friend, he would seem very nonchalant about it and dismiss the subject. But you wouldn’t know that he would do research on the poor boy, social engineer to hack into that boy’s accounts (financial accounts or not), and commit cyberattacks on him (viruses, DDoS attacks, phishing, etc.)

Whenever the both of you end up in an argument, you apologize a few days later by sneaking into his room and place sweets on his desk with a bottle/can of grape soda in front of his computer with a little note that usually says small messages like, "Truce? :)" or "I'll give you this peace offering if you let me off the hook." and he would usually accept the gifts and reluctantly eat them.

You would dye his hair purple for him, whenever he asks you to do it and recolor his hair once in a while.

As siblings, you'd do each other a solid at home with the typical "you owe me" exchange. This is your own little way of showing how much you care and look after each other.

You're aware that Kouji has a job, since you caught him one day with a check in his hand that had a bunch of 0's for its amount. You asked him, "Where'd you get that from?" and he would simply say, "My job."

You were a bit shocked to hear that he has a job so your conversation with him ended up being sarcastic and blunt. This is how it went:

"What job?"

"The job that I work for."

"No shit. I meant, where do you work at?"

"Some company."

"Some company? Bullshit. And they'd actually hire someone as young as you? You're barely 16."

"And? The other people that they've interviewed before me were all a bunch of idiots in the first place."

"Huh... I guess that makes sense."

Finally, you two left it at that and decided to never tell your parents about it. After all, what are siblings for anyways?

[mikassaviola]

Psychotic|JJK

Chapter warning: Fighting, gun fights, Slight abuse, non-con kissing. Blood (slight), definition of some real scary and weird photos, lmk what I missed.

Chapter 4

You were quiet, you were good at being quiet as you walked upstairs.

While you were looking for food earlier, you checked everything in the kitchen. Nothing really caught your eye.

No big stack of secrets, no knives even. Basically you couldn't arm yourself. Taehyung's rom was unchecked.

And you weren't willing to sneak around there when he's clearly there.

So what remains is the upper floor.

You tip toed, not making a single sound, the air around you slightly dusty as you avoided ever creaking sound, you admit you were quite good at this.

Just two rooms and a balcony, you doubt you would find anything here, it looked more like a house where you stay when you have to because you have to do things around the area, poorly ventilated, quite dirty and had insects.

You carefully turned the door knob making sure to stay quiet and entered the room, the room was dusty and you could feel the atomic dust particles settling around you.

A slight fear back in your heart that Taehyung would wake up but you closed your eyes.

It's just you.

Just you here. You and nothing. You looked at the wall pressing on the switch that turned on the light.

Simple. A single bed. No connected doors, meaning no bathroom. No wardrobe. No side tables. No nothing. Just a bed. You sighed and walked out closing the door as quietly as you opened it.

Silently you made your way over to another room, opening it. A chair and a desk. The room much cleaner than the previous one, you turned on the light, freshly white washed room.

The light was really dim though.

Much cleaner than the rest and easier to breathe too. You sighed and walked over to the desk placing yourself in the chair and rolled it around looking at the ceiling.

The ache in your lower abdomen coming and going in waves as you turned completely to the table.

Two drawers.

You really hope they have something as you carefully opened the lower one first.

Empty.

Then the upper one.

Bingo!

Files and folders, almost eight of them. You spun around in the chair content with your discovery and then picked one folder up, it wasn't dirty, clean and nice.

You opened one of them and pulled out multi loads of photographs, there were no texts, just photos of random car number plates and casinos and big party areas you recognize from television.

You sighed opening another folder and your brows furrowed, it had kid photos and texts on the bottom of photographs.

Andy Miller, you read the name of the kid written below, used for drug selling. You felt angered, is Jeon Jungkook using fucking kids to sell drugs? Something wasn't right, there were like fifty photos if you estimate the weight in your hands.

You bit your lip, not knowing what to do with the new information but what did you expect he was a mafia.

Another three folders with pictures of cars and clubs and guns, white powders and all the wrong things.

You fumbled through another folder, your actions getting quicker as a feeling of unease settled in your core remembering the photos of all those kids, some captured with old people buying drugs and all.

It was a sick method but effective something Yoongi never did, will never do, he would never ever corrupt a child like that, Jeon Jungkook was a piece of shit and you wanted to get away.

Another folder made you let out a gasp as it fell from your hand. Naked girls, bruised, heavily beaten, raped. Used and killed. Blood gushing out from some of their bodies, from their mouth, head, vagina.

Purple deep marks covered the pale bodies, some girls had their mouth stuffed with some things, one looked like someone tore off her cheek. The pictures had text below them, names of victims and more names.

He is sick.

You closed your eyes, panic hitting your body, is this what Jungkook capable of? Is this what he was going to you? You gasped trying to breathe as the oxygen seemed to have disappeared from the room, with the ache in your heart, stomach and thighs you clutched all the photos stuffing them inside the folder and kept them back.

"Yoongi, I need you", You whimpered your hand tightly kept over your chest trying to gasp in the air as you fell off from your chair with a thud.

All the photos flashing in your mind, there was a little girl in one of those, you cried out laying on the floor trying to shut off your mind, your hand going to your throat.

To the mark decorated around your neck like a necklace, Jungkook's hand print. He is filthy and you were scared, so fucking scared of him. You didn't want it for you.

Please, you can't take it anymore, you don't want to end up like them.

You need to breathe. You inhaled and exhaled shakily with thoughts of Yoongi holding you close to his chest, like he had been doing for past 7 years whenever you had flashbacks or anything. You just needed Yoongi.

No one else could comfort you like he do and right now you needed it.

After calming your breathing, your heart still beating rapidly you flinched when you heard a small blast from outside.

A grenade. It was a granade.

Shit.

There's no fucking way Taehyung didn't wake up, no point in taking small steps, you rushed out of the room with your heart beating rapidly taking long strides but who were you kidding.

You skipped stairs trying to reach to your room before Taehyung was out of his but there he was at the end of staircase a fucking rifle in his hand as he glared at you.

The rifle pointed to the door, his eyes shooting venom when he looked back.

He wasn't the kind Taehyung you met a few hours ago anymore.

He shot through the windows aiming at no one in particular, empty fires to let people know he's there and whatever they're looking for they won't be getting it.

You stood their with your hands on your ear and Taehyung could kill you right now.

Jungkook was loose with you and you decided to run around finding god knows what, there was photos leading to countless of their missions and here you were.

But you could at least do one thing.

He dialed Jungkook quickly not wanting to be distracted if someone is spotted.

He tossed the phone to you gazing back outside the window.

"Are you dumb? Pick up the phone hide behind the counter, crouch down. When he picks up tell him he has been tricked and the enemies are out side the old place", Taehyung said and you trembled while picking up the phone.

Breathe in, breathe out.

You pressed the phone to your ear. You will talk to Jungkook.

The monster. The mafia. The bad guy. The guy who kidnapped you, forced himself on you.

Yoongi, where are you? You thought.

You heard the click indicating the call was connected.

"Taehyung", Jungkook said firmly on the other end.

"You have been tricked, enemies are here at the old house", You told Jungkook, your hands shaking but you managed to keep your voice steady.

Yoongi. Yoongi. Yoongi.

"On my way", Jungkook replied and you kept the phone away, closing your eyes and ears. You couldn't be with Jungkook. You don't want him to come.

You don't like him. God, what if it was Taehyung involved with those girls.

You gasped when you heard gun shots breaking the window, penetrating the wall, trying to get in.

Taehyung ducking down trying to avoid it, a serious expression on his face. He looked scary, very, very scary.

"Listen kid, they're going to barge in and I'm going to shoot until Jungkook comes and helps me, so defend yourself if you can", Taehyung said and you nodded breathing heavily. Taehyung tossed a gun at you and you looked at him but he had his eyes focused back outside the window.

You had to survive, just survive this. Although you doubt you could with this aching tummy and chest. You could almost feel Jungkook's hand back on your throat and the nail marks from your own nails you caused on your palms.

Survive.

Upstairs sounds like best option. You took the gun nonetheless and rushed upstairs into the room with the bed and hid behind it. If someone comes here, that's when you'll deal with it.

Taehyung was squinting his eyes, out of the harm for now as he tried to peek and look at the direction of fire.

He thinks Yoona was a clever one, to hide on the upper floor, not lucky if someone just plans to throw a grenade but if someone is attacking this place they must have a reason.

And they wouldn't risk blowing up things so they could find something.

Although nothing particularly significant was here but whatever they had Taehyung would protect it.

"Gotcha", Taehyung said spotting a silhouette in the dark and fire his shots immediately.

He was confident that the person was dead, although he couldn't figure out how many people actually came and if the police was involved or not.

Jungkook had it in mind, he thought it could be a trick so he already tipped Taehyung.

And he was just five minutes away from the place now, he wouldn't let them take his papers. Their significance was low but it was there.

He parked two minutes walk away from the house, the backseat of the car was completely loaded as he took a single rifle and loaded it.

No motherfucker could mess with him and go out alive. The guts to trick him.

Jungkook smirked going closer to the house silently making out the backs of the men who had their rifles ready.

He smirked, they didn't contemplate that Jungkook could be back so soon.

His enemies had found his hideout, but they weren't getting out alive.

Jungkook knew if any of them had entered the house, Taehyung would kill them.

Jungkook scanned the dark surroundings, a sudden crack shattered the silence.

Bullets whizzed past him, they spotted him.

Game on.

Without hesitation, he dove for cover, already spotting the people who were around. Now that they spotted him they were more reluctant to enter the house.

The familiar adrenaline rush surged through him as he prepared to kill.

With a swift movement, Jungkook took aim , gunfire erupting from his own weapon. The smell of gunpowder filled the air mingling with dust and fear from his enemies as he shot them.

He could see a few of them entering the house, no more scared of Taehyung but scared more of him.

Taehyung was out of bullets but he smirked when the people pushed past the door, kicking the gun out of the first person's hand as soon as entered the house.

Jungkook followed behind shooting a person but he knew it was too risky now, one of his bullets could shoot Taehyung in all this darkness and the enemies couldn't use it either for they had far more probability to shoot each other.

Taehyung and Jungkook found themselves outnumbered, facing almost 17 intruders.

The air was thick with tension as the sound of shuffling feet and muffled whispers filled the room.

With a swift nod to each other, they knew it was time to act.

Jungkook lunged forward, his movements fluid and precise, taking down the first attacker with a swift punch to the gut.

The fucker let out a guttural scream before collapsing to the ground.

Taehyung followed suit, his movements a deadly dance as he dispatched his own opponent with a series of quick kicks and punches.

The room was filled with screams and moans as their enemies fought back, but Taehyung and Jungkook were too powerful for all of them.

They weren't the biggest gang in Asia for nothing.

In between two of the men managed to escape upstairs sneakily, both of the guys too busy fighting to notice.

Amidst the chaos, the sounds of laughter emanated from Jungkook as he delivered a bone-crunching blow to another intruder.

Taehyung's focus was unwavering, his brow furrowed in concentration as he fought with a silent intensity.

As the last person fell to the ground with a final whimper, Taehyung and Jungkook stood victorious, their chests heaving with exertion.

Jungkook wiped his bloody fist on one of the men's shirt.

"Wasn't too tough", Taehyung gave a sick grin standing amidst all the bodies, some of them dead and some of them just heavily wounded but Jungkook knew none of them would live for tomorrow.

"Where's she?", Jungkook asked stepping over a body to get closer to Taehyung.

"She sneaked around, is hiding upstairs", Taehyung said and Jungkook's grin disappeared.

"Sneaked around you say", Jungkook sighed.

"She has a gun, I gave her to defend herself", Taehyung shrugged going over to refrigerator and taking out cold water bottle because after all this he was thirsty as fuck.

"Great, you did good hyung", Jungkook chuckled and Taehyung grinned knowing Jungkook was saying it satiricaly but he was really enjoying it.

"Why did you bring her here again?", Taehyung asked his voice getting deeper.

"Her brother is really stubborn, wasn't scared of anything except when it came to her", Jungkook mused taking a step upstairs.

"Well, I need to teach her a lesson, she thinks I'm stupid and she can go around my back", Taehyung said stepping over the bodies and following Jungkook.

Wiping his face slightly covered in blood.

The two men walked upstairs, Jungkook furious and Taehyung even more as they opened the room with the table.

You weren't there so they opened the other room and Jungkook raised his eyebrow when he was met with your body holding the gun right in front of the door.

Your hands trembled at the sight of him.

Monster. Monster. Monster. Monster.

It repeated in your head but you couldn't help but be relieved to see him, so you lowered the gun and heaved a sigh.

Taehyung walked towards you grabbing you by your neck and pinning you to the wall making you cry out.

Jungkook looked behind you at the two men, his face contorted in confusion. They were tied together with the bed sheet, one bleeding from the head and other unconscious.

"You bitch, you think you're too smart. Sneaking right when I'm sleeping, I must admit you're quite good at it", Taehyung said lifting you higher in the air.

Your face getting purplish as you sttuggled to breathe, coughing up everything.

"Please", You murmured and Taehyung looked at your eyes when Jungkook turned on the light immediately dropping you to the ground.

Your hand coming around your throat as you coughed and gasped.

Taehyung bit his lower lip in frustration as you looked up at him with those eyes.

"I'm sorry", You said scared of what he'd do to you but you would take it rather than taking Jungkook.

"Hyung", Jungkook said snatching Taehyung's attention pointing at the two men.

One of them looking at Jungkook with eyes wide.

Another one unconscious.

"Guess she can fight", Jungkook said and chuckled. You backed away from Jungkook as he stepped closer to you and leaned down.

He looked into your eyes with such anger it made you feel small.

Your face was met with a harsh slap, your face tilting to the left as the sensation went throughout your body.

"Next time, think twice before being sneaky when I'm treating you nice", Jungkook seethed just wanting the message to get through and you nodded looking at him.

With fear and pain. His hand print on your face, his and Taehyung's hand marks on your neck and tears in your eyes.

Your hand on your cheek where he just hit you. For a moment Jungkook wanted to sit down and ask why are you so scared.

He wanted everyone to be scared of him but not you. He hated how you looked so scared of him.

Your pupils wide and chest heaving heavily when he was around.

It made him feel angry. Angry because you were scared of him.

He looked at the conscious guy pulling out the bedsheet stuffed into his mouth.

"Please... Please take me away from her", He said and your eyes snapped back to the guy.

Jungkook laughed. "You really are weak, to get beaten by a girl", He mused but he could see genuine fear in the man's eye.

"I checked in with Namjoon, we're good to go", Taehyung said and Jungkook nodded, slamming the man's head into the wall as you flinched.

"I gotta admit you survived", Taehyung said ruffling your hair and you looked up at him as you stood up.

"I'm sorry Taehyung ssi", You said and Taehyung looked at you for a long second before he clicked his tongue and left.

Jungkook following behind him as he grabbed your hand pulling you along.

Monster. Monster. Monster. Monster.

You cried out not even realizing you were right outside the car.

"My hand's bruised up hyung, you drive", Jungkook said tossing the keys to Taehyung who caught it in mid air.

"Sure, back seat is loaded. She's gonna end up in yo lap tho", He said opening the door and you resisted when Jungkook harshly pushed you on his lap.

You wanted to puke, those images of the kids and all those girls flashes in your head.

Your stomach was hurting and your heart was pounding frantically in your chest.

"Please please please, take me to Yoongi, I swear I'll make him give it to you. Just please", You cried out, tears falling out of your eyes, your hands clenched so tightly, they were bleeding again.

"Sure tomorrow if he agrees", Jungkook agreed not minding your cries but Taehyung it was bothering him.

How you were weakly shaking in Jungkook's lap and crying out.

You joined your hands together. "I'd do anything, just take me to him", You said rubbing your face frustrated and then winced when your stomach twisted and pained.

Jungkook was wired to be emotionless, but he has never been in a situation like this.

Where someone innocent is begging him to let her go but he wanted you close for no reasons.

And his heart beat quickened at your cries.

He squeezed your thighs rubbing your back.

"Calm down love, it's okay. You're safe with us. No one's gonna hit you, yeah?", Jungkook said trying to soothe you but it made you cry harder, desperate for Yoongi or even Jimin.

"Yoongi", You said and let out a shriek out of frustration.

"Hey calm down, is it your stomach ache?", Taehyung asked glancing side ways at you as you shook your head rapidly.

Your brain foggy, body numb. You just needed Yoongi.

They both were just mad at you right now, now they're concerned? They probably just wanted you to stay quiet.

Who knows what they'd do to you.

But Jungkook couldn't shake the feeling of the man when he told him to take you away from him.

He shook his head when he looked at your shaking figure, crying out.

Jungkook bent backwards opening a first aid kit from back seat and taking out a pain killer.

"You asked for it, here?", He said but you were just shaking your head.

"Jungkook please", You pleaded looking at him straight in the eyes.

Jungkook sucked in a breath. He was causing you this. Tear strained cheek. Trembling hands. Dilated pupils. The mark on your neck.

He caused you this.

"Take it Yoona", Jungkook said more firmly. 

Taehyung was just silent. He didn't know what to do. He didn't know what to say to you.

He knows you deserved his harshness and he'd do it again but he couldn't deal with you now so he'd let Jungkook do it.

"No please, bring me Yoongi or Jimin", You said, your voice weaker and hoarse.

"You just don't get it, do you?", Jungkook asked again his voice getting deeper as he poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue.

You hiccuped as Jungkook hastily opened the water bottle and took the pill and water himself.

You were confused but then Jungkook pulled you by your neck pressing his lips to yours making your eyes wide. He had plump lips.

You tried to push him back but he had a strong grip and you were already out of breath and bound to open your mouth and when you did Jungkook emptied the contents of his mouth into yours.

Not pulling back until he made sure that the pill was inside your stomach.

He must admit your lips were soft considering the constant biting you always do as he sucked on your lower lip making you gasp.

His hand made contact with your neck hitting you at a place which made you unconscious right into his lap as he caressed your hair wiping your cheeks.

He opened your palm that were bleeding due to your own nails stabbing your skin as he caressed them softly too.

"Hyung, she's to be protected", Jungkook said and Taehyung gave him a curious look but nodded nonetheless.

"I know", Taehyung answered looking at Jungkook's hand in your hair and another holding your hand as you snuggled into his neck.

You're not getting hurt again by Bang Tan Min Yoona.

[dorkfruit]

i put this together using my computer's trackpad so the new year is already starting out . bad .

posts: J | F | M | A | M | J | J | A | S | O | N | D

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reflections on the year, my plans for the future, some studies i did, and wips for the next year all down below for those who are interested

tldr; we will be ianthing next year so watch out!!

oh dear lord it's been another year. 2024! can you believe it! i don't talk much on this blog because i have a tendency to talk too much, but it's my little new year's treat, so here we go.

RECAP

i started taking drawing "seriously" in December of 2020, starting to do studies and stuff, and each year since i've ramped it up more and more. this year, i did. a lot of studies. there's probably like at least 200 more in my folder now (not including the 300 days worth of gesture drawings i did), with things like painting, faces, feet, poses, etc. anything i was struggling with, i went right into studying it. my art has been mediocre for a pretty long time now, and it's only the past few months where i feel i'm starting to get the hang of it, which is exciting!

more importantly, i started posting a lot more on this blog. i really like documenting my progress, looking on where i was before and seeing how i've improved. everytime i draw some fanart, im like, oooghh i can't wait to show my (: followers (: !! lots of locked tomb art of course. i've been trying to nail the energy of the different characters, which is why i enjoy books so much, because you get a lot of creative control. drawing ianthe is my fav of course, cause she's my lil nasty, but also i enjoyed doing designs for characters i hadnt thought about before, like judith.

in addition to the locked tomb, we had some new fandoms that got brief moments in between iantheposting: Fear and Hunger, Postal, Faith The Unholy Trinity, and a couple of old ones too, like We Have Always Lived In The Castle and The Merciless.

i posted about 115 times this year, although most of those are shitposts LOL i love posting stuff on my blog and showing people my stuff <3

THE FUTURE

my plans? do more ianthe art, of course. ill be working on more studies, probably going to work on developing a style, and figuring out how to paint. i'd like to do more actually finished pieces, but let's be honest, it'll still be mostly shitpost doodles. i'd like to do more weird stuff. i've been messing around with some gore and NSFW near the end of the year, and it's fun to draw for me. i like idk art that evokes some type of emotion, especially discomfort, and so i find that type of art fun to do, so if you don't enjoy what i've done thus far in that direction, perhaps this isn't the blog for you. i really like horror media, and so i want to do some stuff like that too.

for specifics, i like western type art, a comic book-esque style i'd like to aim for. but i'd like it to be a little more. weird with it. i find comic books often draw all the characters the same, and make all the characters traditionally attractive, and that's boring to me so i'll have to work on finding a way to keep things weird, while also appealing in a graphic sense. the worst thing my art could be is bland and forgettable.

locked tomb wise... more tridentarii art. need to be really weird with it. i have lots of wips planned, like i have a whole page worth of just thumbnails, so i wanna get some of those done. also i had a few animatics i wanted to do. mostly stupid shit, once i learn how to do animatics, then we'll do actual serious ones. id also like to do more comics. i have some comics storyboarded out with my girlies, i like telling a story so, need practice on that. id also like to develop a way to consistently draw them, for convenience sakes, so i'm not fighting for my life every single time i draw these characters. oh and i wanna do some outfit stuff. i draw them in like. generic clothes everytime but i'd like to come up with a few actual outfit designs, that i can just reference back to. and, of course, more shitposts. lots of stupid shit in 2024 for sure. there was something else i wanted to say here but i can't remember.

ART

oki enough rambling, here's some IMAGES for yall to look at i know everyone loves to look at images.

began this year by warming up with gesture sketches (almost) every day. i started with 20 poses (30 seconds each), and then in november i was like. ugh my hands suck i need to get better at hands, so i switched to doing 10 hand sketches (60 seconds each). i want my art to be very energetic so it's important that i do these !!

anatomy studies of extremities because i'm flopping at those -_- ive gotten better with hands but they're still a struggle. i hate feet tho still

need to get my painting game up. i joined an art forum to get advice, and the biggest suggestion i got was working on my values, so i did various value studies. also lots of faces because my faces flop !!

random doodles to work on drawing from imagination. on my "sketchbook" pages, as i like to call them, i'm usually pretty loose and messy, since the point is just to be drawing so often these will suck, but that's fine. i don't think very much when i draw faces on here either so they end up being in my Instinctive Style i suppose you could say

ianthe wip. i was planning to do a few drawings based on the idea of her having Missing Arm nightmares, but the lineart was intimidating to me so i haven't worked on this one more yet /: also there was going to be a toontown gay homosexual toxic yuri comic that i was gonna put here with it but the page is way too long so umm guess that'll have to wait.

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anyways. thank you for reading if you got to the bottom of this! i appreciate all the support that i've been getting lately (extra big kissies for the same like 5 people who always reblog my posts youre the best). and we will be ianthing soo hard in 2024 so watch out!!

[a-b-riddle]

Pen Pals Chapter One: Welcome to the Internet

I feel like most girls who claimed they loved world history either had a hot history teacher or a Percy Jackson obsession. Well, I'm not like most girls. I had both. I may have been failing math, but when I tell you I was passing history with flying colors...

It was 2009: I was a freshman in high school and at 14 years old, I was very impressionable. Full disclosure: I was not groomed. Well, by my teacher at least. My history teacher wasn't like that weird, over-friendly coach with the students. He was just hot. Very incredibly boring, but hot by my standards as a 14-year-old who up until that point had only kissed two boys, but read some very questionable fan-fiction. 

Our semester closed on the unit about World War II. It was the week of Christmas, we just finished our finals and we watched a movie I highly recommend called 'Pearl Harbor'.

That movie just kind of fueled my obsession with World War II. It's like those little kids who had a really nice nurse when they were sick and they grew up wanting to be nurses. I saw Ben Affleck in a WW 2 uniform and was fucking SET. 

Now don't get me wrong, I actually enjoyed it besides the hot actors. I loved the stories. I loved the heroes. Second Lieutenant Audie L. Murphy: The most decorated soldier of the war. He was credited for killing over 200 Germans. Corporal Desmond Doss was a medic, never picked up a weapon and saved 75 men by lowering them down from a freaking cliff. I cry every time I watch his interviews and if you want to know his full story watch Hacksaw Ridge. Then there was Private Steven Grant Rogers. Started out as an E-1 and then promoted to a O-3 (or a Captain) and was renamed  Captain America.

Just like how people think of Tom Brady when they think of the Super Bowl, I did the same thing when it came to Captain America and the war. Now, I don't want to say I idolized the man, but I did admire the hero.

My obsession made me major in History and later get a Master's in Conflict Management. Now, I was applying to one of the biggest companies in the nation: Stark Industries. Now, that was partly because I could not find a job anywhere and someone that I went to college with started working in HR and was able to get me an interview. It didn't have to do with anything pertaining to my degree, but it had been a while before I was able to find a job that paid this well. 

I felt like I was running my sponsor dry with his support and I had applied several times to multiple colleges in the city. I mean I had a freaking Master's degree with intentions of pursuing my Doctorate for crying out loud and the best I could do was be a personal assistant.

I was going to be a secretary. Nothing important, but the pay was more than exceptional. 

Stark Tower was intimidating to say the least. Over 90 floors and reflective glass windows. It hurt my neck to look directly up at it. 

When I walked into the building, security instructed me what floor to go to. When I got there, I was greeted with an empty desk. I waited several minutes downstairs before a strawberry blonde woman with cute freckles came down to greet me. "Hi, you must be the secretary applicant." She smiled. "I'm Pepper Potts. So you're resume here is quite impressive and Harrison in HR highly recommended you."

"Yes, I was so excited when he told me you had a position available."

"Usually, I would be doing the interview, but I'm afraid I have to head out on some other business, so if you want to take the elevator to floor 82, Mr. Stark will be waiting."

"Of course." I said holding a folder that contained all the documents he requested I brought in.

"Hello, Mr. Stark." I greeted.

"You must be Pepper's replacement."

"Oh," I said. "Is she not-"

"She's been made COO." He clarified. "She can't leave that easily."

"Oh, good." I said. "She seemed really sweet."

"To you, yes. To me, I can't do anything. Don't put your life in danger, don't challenge terrorists." He mocked. "She's no fun." He walked further into what I assumed was a common room of sorts. It gave no indication that he lived on that floor. There was a full bar and it looked more of a place he hosted parties. "So tell me a bit about yourself." He began to pour himself a drink. "Something that isn't on your resume."

"Um, well, I'm taking a course in French and Greek right now. Just online classes, nothing too time consuming. I prefer dogs over cats because I think that its important if you die, for your pet to at least be sad and I am the first one in my family to live in New York, that I know of. I'm the first girl to graduate with their Master's. I plan on eventually getting my Doctorate, but not for a while. I don't like hot coffee and I'm terrified of snakes."

"Who would actually prefer cats over dogs?"

"Pepper?" I asked to which he laughed, even though it wasn't that funny.

"I like you." He took a sip of his drink. "It's not liquor. Pepper has this rule that alcohol should only be consumed during certain times of the day."

"I think 9:30 on a Monday is acceptable. I was debating on getting Mimosas after the interview if it went well."

"And if it didn't?" He asked.

"I would say tequila, but I got food poisoning from the limes once."

"Really?" He asked.

"Yeah," I said. "I had about 15 limes and felt terrible the next day."

"I prefer a good scotch myself."

"I like anything that doesn't taste like alcohol. I'm really impressed that a bottle of wine can cost thousands of dollar, but I guarantee it can't be as delicious as a Moscow mule."

"I haven't had a Moscow mule in forever." He said. "They were my go-to in college."

"Where did you go to school?" His response was to point at a wall that was covered in awards and accomplishments. "You went to Andover?" I asked looking at his degree.

"Seven years." He said. "I really liked the science department."

"I've given a few guest lectures there. It's a lovely school."

"What was the topic of discussion?"

"The North African campaign during World War 2, but specifically the Battle of Ramree Island."

"History nerd. Nice." Mr. Stark replied sarcastically when the elevator door dinged. "Speaking of historical nerds."

If my legs could have physically turned into jelly at that moment they would. None other than Steve Rogers walked in with a blonde following dutifully behind. "Tony."

"Capscicle and the ice queen." He whispered too low for them to hear.

"Rogers, meet our new secretary." Tony introduced and started to head toward the elevator.

"It is such an honor, Captain Rogers." I said taking his outstretched hand.

"Please, call me Steve." He insisted. The blonde beside him remained quiet and eyed me up and down with a stoic expression.

"Not that I'm trying to cut you off, but I'll let you two old ladies reminisce on the glory days." Tony clicked the elevator door and waited until it dinged opened. "I have somewhere to be. Congratulations. You got the job. Blah. Blah. Blah. Monday at 9, don't be late." He pressed a button I couldn't see and the doors began to close. "Or do. I really don't care, but if you're late, bring coffee."

"He's..." I began, but couldn't quite pick the right word.

"Arrogant." Steve finished.

"I was going to say interesting." I said.

"So what 'glory days' was Stark referring to?"

"Oh. I gave a few lectures about a few battles at the University he went to. Nothing exciting."

"Well Mrs.-"

"It's just Miss." I said. That was stupid. Why did I say that? That was rude to cut him off like that. "Sorry." I apologized. Why was I apologizing?

"Well, Ma'am. It looks like we'll be seeing you Monday morning. If you're late Tony gets a triple shot of espresso and a disgusting amount of sugar in it."

"Being late isn't really my style. My mother always said if you're not early, you're late." Why was a quoting my zealot mother right now. Jesus, stop it.  Not like Jesus Jesus. You know what, never mind. "I think I can find my way out." I said.

The walk back home I felt my cheeks burn the entire time. I haven't even started and I'm already flustered. Jesus, get a grip.

Suddenly my phone vibrated in my pocket. It was him.

*So how did it go?*

*I got the job* I replied back.

*That's wonderful. I'm so proud of you* I couldn't deny the pride that swelled inside of me at his praise.

*Thank you, although I did make a complete ass out of myself*

*How so?*

*Well, my new boss introduced me to one of his partners and I felt like I made a fool of myself.* I typed. *Not partner in the sexual way, but someone he works with. He called Mrs. and I corrected him and said 'no it's just MIss' like it didn't even matter, he was just being polite. Then I quoted my mother. I was just flustered, but I start Monday.*

C didn't reply after that. We were supposed to have a date tonight so I'm sure he would just finish the conversation later. I had a caprese salad, but ate mostly the mozzarella. I showered, shaved and waited until I got a notification.

 *Sorry. Something came up. Regardless, I think you'll do great.* I smiled at his message, but was disappointment that he was cancelling our date tonight. Well the closest thing we came to date nights which usually ended in me being in an unsavory position.

Initially, C and I met on a chat forum in 2016. I was working on my senior seminar and had sort of an open ended question regarding the war. It was something along the lines of taking the notion that if a war on that scale were to happen in today's world in what ways would American citizens contribute to the war effort at home? Back in the 40s most companies like Ford made strictly military equipment. It was an honor to have a government contract whereas now it's more like any other business deal.

I received a lot of interesting responses, but a user named CR0876 replied that shifting the current American ideal of self-preservation to what we had before which was sacrificing for your country was the only way in which today's America could possibly aid in a war. I messaged CR0876 to further discuss the topic. 

He wrote me: All I am saying is we now live in a day and age where you have people who won't vaccinate their children simply because they choose not to. They don't have an issue with you vaccinating your kids, but not theirs. We eradicated some of the deadliest diseases that are still present in some third-world nations and you have entitled people who don't trust science to preserve the health and well-being of not only their children, but everyone they come in contact with. The reason that our life expectancy has shot up isn't because of ground breaking medical break throughs like chemotherapy, it is for preventative measures. Getting vaccinated. Getting checkups. Wearing sunscreen. Washing your hands after wiping your ass. 

A few minutes later he sent an apology for getting so riled up in his rant and I told him that no apology was needed and I completely agreed with him. From then on our friendship started to blossom. 

Most of our conversations had something to do involving the war, but then it got more personal. I felt comfortable with him. I talked about my time at college and what I was studying. We went from a few messages a week to communicating everyday. Eventually when graduation came around, I offered him a graduation ticket. I was a little disappointed to find out it was too far for him to travel. He asked for my mailing address. That he felt guilty for missing such a big event and he wanted to make it up to me. I was a little apprehensive. I mean, we were taught to never give your stranger your address, but I was an RA in a college dorm. I would be out into the real world soon and he wouldn't know my room number or what I looked like.

So I sent it.

A few weeks passed and I got a pair of beautiful pearl earrings with a card that read. A beautiful girl always needs a set of beautiful pearls. Congratulations on all of your hard work. -C

Four and a half years later and I still have that card. We still talk about the war. I recommend him movies, while he recommends books then we both point on the inconsistencies. It was stupid, but it was fun. Now, I just sort of tell him about my day to day life and he tells me small tidbits about his. It was earlier in 2020 when the pandemic hit that things started to get... well things just changed.

I had just moved to New York in early February to start teaching at a local college. I was going to start with May-mester classes, but then Covid hit and the world stopped. 

I had moved in with little to nothing. I had a few pieces of stuff for the kitchen and a bed. It wasn't much, but it was mine and I was damn proud of it.

My pride was short lived when I got the e-mail. In a panic, I sent him a message.

Hey can you talk?

Sure. What's up?

Is there anyway you can call me? I'm kind of in a bad place right now and I really don't have anyone else to talk to. I felt guilty as soon as I hit the send button. I'm not like going to hurt myself or anything I am just super stressed and if you have the time and energy, I just need to unload some stuff.

Seconds later my phone began to ring.

"What's wrong?" He asked. I took a deep breath. I can't believe this was the first time hearing his voice. It wasn't what I was expecting. I expected almost a pompous scholarly tone in his voice. But instead he was borderline on being batman. His voice was deep.

"They rescinded my offer." I took a deep breath. "I just spent all of my savings literally to move to this stupid freaking city and they told me over an e-mail 'we are sorry to inform you that your offer for employment has been rescinded until further notice due to the impending pandemic and the unforeseeable circumstances it holds. We deeply apologize for the inconvenience and wish you the best in your future endeavors.' They said sorry and good luck." 

There was a pause and I heard him sigh. "Sweetheart, I am so sorry." 

"Thanks." I rubbed the back of my neck. "Looks like that chapter closed before it got any good. I guess I can see if maybe I can do virtual learning for a high school, but I don't know if my degree is enough. I think you need an education degree to teach."

"But you always wanted to teach college..." His disappointment matched mine.

"I know..." I looked down at nearly clear streets of New York. "But I need a job, C." I sighed. "It's either that or call my parents and I would literally rather be homeless than ask them for help."

"How much?"

"What do you mean?"

"How much was your job going to pay you?"

"80k a year starting." I said and felt another wave of nausea wash over me. 80k wasn't much to some, but it was a lot for me and it would be doing something I loved.

"Tell you what, that is about 6 and a half grand a month. I will pay you 7 grand a month if you promise me not to give up."

"What?" I couldn't believe this. "There is absolutely no way I could ever accept that kind of money."

"It's not like I don't have it, Princess." He can't be serious. That's crazy. He never mentioned having money or being well off. 

"And what do you want in return?" The butterflies in my stomach began to churn. God I hope he wasn't wanting to do anything... unethical. "Surely you wouldn't do that just because you want me to be a college professor."

"Nothing." He said. "Absolutely nothing. I just want you to be taken care of and pursue your dream."

"I really can't let you do that."

"It's only temporary." He tried to assure me, but I still felt guilty. 

"C-" He was always so argumentative and authoritative over messaging and he matched it over the phone.

"I promise." He interrupted. "It won't put a dent in my wallet."

"Only until I have a full-time job." I tried to say.

"Until you become a professor."

"No," I said. "As soon as I get a job and can support myself."

"Sweetheart, it's not polite to argue."

"I appreciate it." I said. "I really do."

"So does that make your day a little bit better?" He asked.

"It does."

"Anything else gone wrong you need help fixing?"

"No." I responded and felt like a child and and adult came up to fix the mess I had made.

"Good." I heard him sigh. "I'm glad that was easy to fix and now, that I got you on the phone... it's nice to finally hear your voice."

Chapter Two: Confessions

[rubberhoze]

ive had thoughts abt this for a while now and i guess im finally voicing this but

for so many years before i had so many concepts and ideas and aus for like toon content (yknow me yknow this blog) but what i did ever end up posting was a very very small fraction of the ideas i did have. like i was very inspired in that time and i was always thinking of like neat concepts and ideas but because i was so afraid of backlash or people thinking im weird or """cringe""" or taking toon content too seriously i never ended up posting those ideas (and the stuff i did post was once again a very small fraction of all of it) and they ended up forgotten in the many many folders i have on my computer.

once in a while ill go through and look at my old art that ive saved over the years and ill think like.. damn!! this rules!! why didnt i ever share this!! and i guess in theory i Can still share those but because of both memory issues and also loss of interest i wouldnt really be able to tell you about all the neat little concepts i had in my head in that time, not the way i could have back then. and its just a shame yknow?

i really wish that back then i had the confidence to really express myself and my ideas through my art (i did do that back then and i also do now but i know i also had So much more back then that i never showed) and on that note i really wish that during that time on the internet people hadnt gotten so hostile to like.. genuinity and all that you know? sincerity? i feel like its gotten a little bit better since then (or maybe i just curate my stuff better lol) i do see many artists express themselves they really want to which is honestly different to the things i saw back in the mid-late 2010's. everyone was so full of irony back then (and theres still a lot of irony-poisoned people to this day BUT I DIGRESS) and im just so tired of that

id rather be genuine and sincere even if it means that ill be like cringe or embarassing or whatever. who cares!! sure peggle make phone calls who gives a shit anymore!! im tired of being afraid of the reception i will get if i post the content that i really truly feel something towards, even if its something like a silly au or whatever, if it makes me happy i should be able to post it to my own damn blog without being afraid of what responses i will get

overall i really regret not posting things that even if they were silly they Did make me happy back then or brought me comfort or anything. maybe other artists feel different about this but i really wish i had posted more of just whatever i wanted!! maybe if i did i probably would have been a little embarassed but i feel i wouldve been happier still than not sharing anything at all

so if you see this post and maybe youre afraid of the same things i did back then, take this as a sign to let loose and do whatever the hell you want. as long as youre not harming anyone and you just want to have fun then you can use your blog however you like. and if anyone harasses you or bothers you or questions you about it ill bite their head off ok? im cheering you on forever 👍

[liminalmemories21]

Fic Writer Interview

tagged by @jesuisici33. Thank you.

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

33 apparently. How did that happen?

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 

486,829

3. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

first four fics in the Long Story Short Series, and then It came without ribbons! It came without tags! It came without packages, boxes, or bags!

The first doesn't surprise me, just because those were the first stories I wrote so they've been up the longest. The second does.

4. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes. I love reading comments, and I always kind of feel like I'm having a conversation between the fic I wrote, and the comment, and then the response. It's nice.

5. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

None? I honestly don't think anything I've written has an angsty ending.

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

All of them? I'm not writing fic to depress my serotonin levels.

7. Do you write crossovers?

Not really. Or at least not yet. I've referenced 911 (OG) in a couple stories, but no real crossovers. There's one I kind of want to write where Carlos and Eddie knew each other from before, but I haven't figured out what the point of the story would be beyond - hey look they're both from Texas (and not even near each other in Texas)

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Just once. It was weird.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I have taught myself how to.

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of.

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No.

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not one I've posted. I have co-written a couple fics that never quite got finished with a friend, in a different fandom.

13. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

Well, to write it's definitely TK/Carlos, although I have an unfinished Academic!AU for The Old Guard that I love. To read . . . do not make me choose between my children.

14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

See above about Academic!AU for The Old Guard. I mean never say never, but it's been a couple of years.

15. What are your writing strengths?

I like to think, dialogue, internal monologue, and a vibrant OC

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

Staring at my google docs folder and going, nope not today when it comes to editing.

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I don't. A word here or there, but my Spanish is limited to menus and slowly working my way through a museum sign. I wouldn't try and write anything in it.

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Published? Tarlos.

Unpublished? Umm, let's not talk about that Smallville fic that's on a thumb drive somewhere. Or the Merlin Acamedic!AU that was just an excuse for a friend and I to write about our love affair with Edinburgh. Or The Old Guard, which I wrote recently enough that it's probably not actually embarrassing and I should really go back and reread and fix because it's like 90% done.

19. What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to?

RWRB. I love those characters so much.

20. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

Knave-verse. Specifically Knave 2.

Also, I have a really soft spot in my heart for through sames of am through haves of give about TK's relationship with Enzo, because I love Enzo and it is criminal how the show has never given us an Enzo (although, let's be honest I'm going to be disappointed if they do and it's not Stanley Tucci).

tagging @carlos-tk, @heartstringsduet, @irispurpurea, @lightningboltreader, @orchidscript, @reyesstrand, @theghostofashton, and @walkinginland

[prodagustd]

hii can i request a drabble? maybe yoongis pov when he saw JK’s story with yn and tae? 🫣 did he message JK to ask about yn? lol

I loved writing this, sign me up for some angsty yoongi!!!

title: drunk (yoongi's version)

pairing: rapper!yoongi x reader

series: so it goes

timeline: during drunk

words: 1.1k

warnings: alcohol consumption as a coping mechanism, mentions of sex in front of a mirror (? sjfdask kind of explicit?

reminder that requests are currently closed until next chapter.

There was a very drunk Yoongi sitting on the stool of his own kitchen. All of the lights were turned off, his face was only illuminated by the bright screen of his phone.

He rested his chin on the mouth of the bottle of beer he was drinking, scrolling through his phone on instagram, hoping to find another welding video made by a fifty year old that could distract him for the rest of the night. 

Yoongi had never been too into social media, he was close to being thirty and was barely interested in that stuff. The only reason he had an instagram account was because his manager told him so, he said that it was a great way to promote his music, (which Yoongi thought it was logical) interact with his fans (which Yoongi agreed) and to stay relevant (which Yoongi thought it was bullshit). 

His instagram feed consisted mostly of pictures of his studio, selfies of himself that you helped him choose and maybe a few pictures of Holly, but nothing else. He barely used it, he was not interested until three weeks ago when you left his apartment. Now he watched all of your friend’s stories, hoping to see you in one of them. You know, modern age love. 

That night Jungkook’s icon shined bright on his screen, indicating that he had posted a story. He waited a few seconds to open it in case he just posted it, he remembered you told him that it was weird to watch someone’s story if they posted it seconds ago, Yoongi didn’t understand why. People posted for people to see, right? Why would it be weird? Apparently, no one agreed with him, so he just waited. 

He headed to his room with his phone in his hands, keeping Jungkook’s story in sight in case he suddenly deleted it. When he couldn’t wait any longer, he laid on his bed and tapped on the icon, waiting for the story to appear. 

They were two, the first one was a picture of Jungkook with Bora, his girlfriend. She was kissing him on the cheek while he smiled with his eyes closed. Jungkook posted those kinds of pictures a lot lately, it made Yoongi feel incredibly sick and jealous. He could never see himself posting photos like that with you, but he could totally see you doing it. 

Before watching the next story, he closed the app and opened his gallery, curious about how your pictures together looked like in contrast to the ones that Jungkook posted. 

Most of the pictures were taken by you, there was one where both of you were eating ice cream on the street and another one on his bed one morning, he was hugging your neck with his arm and you were making a duck face. He was smiling in each one of them, but he seemed… distracted?

When he scrolled down enough, he came across a private folder that he had, it was the reason he didn’t let anyone touch his phone except for you. He scoffed, thinking how strange it was that he did not have a single photo kissing you yet a whole folder with pictures of you naked. 

Some of them you sent to him and some of them he took himself, there was a time where he looked at them and couldn’t decide which ones he liked more. Yes, he liked snapping pictures at you when you were in bed with him, but there was something about picturing you taking your clothes off to pose in front of the mirror wearing just black lace panties. 

There was a particular video that caught him off guard, the one you both decided to record when Yoongi was about to fly to Japan and stay there for work for a whole week. Yoongi hugged his pillow and allowed himself to watch the beginning of it. He was sitting on the edge of the bed in front of the big mirror of his room, you were sitting naked on his lap, your back was pressed against his bare chest, spreading your legs for him. In the silence of his room he could hear your low moans and shaky breaths as he thrusted in and out of you, running one of his hands all over your torso to keep you in place, recording the reflection on the mirror with the other one. 

In the video you threw your head back to his shoulder as he kissed your neck and played with your breast with his long fingers, he could clearly see how you were coming apart with each one of his movements. It was just the first time that you decided to do something like that, but Yoongi was quick to notice that no matter how shy you were, you liked being watched like that. 

After coming back from Japan he had asked if he could keep the video, you told him that he didn’t need to ask that. 

His heart clenched, he closed the video before it finished. He couldn’t remember how many times he watched it when he was away, but now it just felt bad. He found himself feeling jealous of the Yoongi on the screen, he had you all for himself but the Yoongi of the present decided to screw everything up. It was hard to see you so close to him when you were so far away.

He sighed, suddenly remembering why he was watching those pictures in the first place, Jungkook’s story. He opened the app and searched Jungkook’s profile, tapping once again on his icon. 

At first, Yoongi was too drunk to see that after three weeks of stalking Jungkook, he had finally posted a picture of you, but his eyes were betraying him by making him believe that you were sitting next to a guy. Yoongi tried to focus his gaze, but he couldn’t be sure of how close he was to you. 

He rubbed his eyes and when he regained consciousness enough, he could see that you were indeed next to a guy, he was tagged on the picture too. Wasting no time, he tapped on his name and started stalking his profile, it was someone he never met. Yoongi didn’t remember you ever mentioning someone called Jaehyung…or did it say Taehyung?

It was at that moment that he decided he didn’t like that guy, whoever he was. After five minutes of going through each one of his posts, he didn’t understand why you were in that picture with him. Were you hanging out with him? A devilish voice in Yoongi’s head told him that it was probably a double date, it made sense in his intoxicated mind. Jungkook was with Bora and you were with Baekhyung (Taehyung).

No, you wouldn’t accept going on a date now, you were with him (no, you were not). It cannot be possible, but the proof was right in front of him. 

Then, he got out of bed, determined to do something about it. But first, he opened another beer.

[eddie-munsons-guitar86]

Love In Beauty Chapter One: Piercing Eyes

Steve was working hard, fingers stained with blue highlighter as he highlighted important information in his Esthetics textbook. Steve was on his third month of Esthetician school with only five more months to go. He felt weird being the only male Esthetician in a class of women but he managed to make a small group of friends he calls his 'Estie-Besties' the other girls saw him as weird and even some spread rumors on him being a creep. He wasn't, Steve had a dream and he wanted to follow it, even if his father thought it was 'stupid' and 'a waste of money'. Steve didn't care, he knows what he wants to be and his passion only made him shine brighter in his class.

"I feel like they don't schedule me client's on purpose." Steve sighs, rolling ice globes over Robin's cheeks.

"Mmmmm less talking more globing." Robin sighs softly.

"Come on, you have to agree with me Robs." Steve rolls his eyes playfully, putting the globes on his cart and sanitizing his hands before he grabbed his pallet, scooping up some of the gel masque with his applicator and applying it to Robins pale, freckled skin.

"Jesus...you could warn me next time!" Robin shivers and scrunches her eyes at the cold masque. "But I wouldn't worry about it Steve, you know how these old ladies are, they pick favorites and refuse anyone else to touch their face."

"This is only gonna hurt my chances of graduating, I need clients." Steve finishes her mask and sets a timer. "Alright I'll be back soon, gotta wash these." Steve gets up with his dirty utensils and goes into the back, where they wash and dry laundry and do their dishes, well, some do them. Steve ignores the girls gossiping and vaping near the filing cabinet and goes straight to the sink, getting into his routine of wash, rinse, Barbicide for ten minutes, rinse, dry, and put away. He always followed his routine because he knows if he doesn't it'll give him a certain feeling on his skin, the feeling of something missing or something being wrong, and it wont go away unless he fixes it. Steve goes back to the spa floor and finishes up Robins facial with some SPF before taking her to the front desk so she can buy a few products, giving Steve some product points.

"Always an amazing job Stevie." Robin smiles and ties her hair up. "Now if you'll excuse me, I actually do have clients to get ready for."

Steve chuckles and writes down what he did in her folder, listing the products he used on her skin and what add-ons he provided. He felt something heavy on his skin, something missing. He looks up to see another student from the Cosmetology side staring into his soul with those piercing blue eyes. Steve looked behind him to see if he was looking at someone behind him but there was no one, he was looking right at Steve. Steve blushes slightly and gives him a small wave before awkwardly shuffling back to his classroom to turn in the folder. The other student was stunning to Steve, ling blonde wavy hair tied up in a bun, facial hair clean and well groomed, skin tan and clean. Steve loved a man who took care of himself, loved men who took the time to make sure their hygiene is on point. Steve needed to be his, or else he feels that feeling again.

The feeling of something missing.

Authors Note:

Hello everyone!! I'm back!! I am so so so so so so sorry for disappearing like that, but here I am now. Please reblog this story for support and comment any questions you have that I can answer!! I love you all so much and I hope you enjoy this series!!!! <3 I will be basing some scenes off my own experiences from Esthetician school (Fully licensed!!) And if you have your own skincare questions do not be afraid to ask me!!

[pesterloglog]

Jade Harley, Roxy Lalonde

Act 6, page 6291-6297

JADE: excuse me but did you just "laugh your ass off" at me under your breath

ROXY: ummm

ROXY: yea

ROXY: maybe

JADE: :|

JADE: i fail to see what is so amusing

ROXY: u do

ROXY: seriously?

JADE: .....

JADE: ok i guess the situation is a little funny because of this absurd folder

JADE: and the fact that i woofed at you probably didnt help either

JADE: but im not here to share a good laugh over the old ladys sense of design or her penchant for scrapbooking!

JADE: i am here to make sure that you do as youre told

ROXY: ugh

JADE: now take the file and review your assignment

ROXY: i already looked at it

ROXY: its dumb and impossible and i aint cooperating w her regardless!

JADE: yes you will

ROXY: can we change the subject

JADE: no

ROXY: arent you jakes grandma

JADE: thats what he told me when we were pen pals

JADE: but i think its more accurate to say im his alternate universe biological daughter

ROXY: oh

ROXY: that clears that up then

JADE: yes, it does :p

JADE: now take the damn folder

ROXY: so alt grannydaughter english

ROXY: whyre u part dog + evil lookin

JADE: DO NOT CALL ME THAT!!!

ROXY: what

JADE: my surname is harley not english

JADE: but you may refer to me as jade, or ma'am if you are feeling especially nervous and deferential

JADE: which as it turns out is the way you should be feeling about me, ALWAYS >:B

ROXY: LOL!!!

JADE: lol WHAT

ROXY: jade i am in no way buying that ur normally this pompous and tyrannical

ROXY: the shtick rly doesnt suit you its so obvious

ROXY: why you doin the batterhags tacky bidding anyway

ROXY: she got you under an xtra terrestrial fish spell or

JADE: SILENCE!!!!!!

ROXY: OOF!

JADE: open the file

ROXY: mrphmmphumph

JADE: OPEN IT!

ROXY: fine :(

ROXY: ok i opened it

ROXY: hey look its the same shit as before

ROXY: im supposed to make this weird knobbly spike ball appear out of nothin

JADE: yes

ROXY: ok got it

ROXY: let me give it a shot then

ROXY: ...

ROXY: welp still impossible

ROXY: what now maam??

JADE: it is not impossible

ROXY: is 2

JADE: you are the rogue of void

JADE: dont you know what that means?

ROXY: i dunno

ROXY: means i can turn invisible and stuff?

ROXY: like the blonde in that crappy superhero quartet

JADE: it means a lot more than that

JADE: your true powers are more impressive than those of anyone else in your crappy quartet

JADE: in fact i would say they are almost as cool as mine >:)

ROXY: not sure the ability to make weird spikeballs outta nothin is all that cool tbh

JADE: not just spikeballs!

JADE: imagine that your title is roughly synonymous with "one who steals nothing"

JADE: what do you think it means to be able to steal nothing?

ROXY: it means

ROXY: im like a shitty cat burglar who sucks at her job?

JADE: WRONG

JADE: it means just the opposite

JADE: it means you can steal the essence of nothingness from something

JADE: you can rob nothingness from an idea if you put your mind to it

JADE: effectively allowing you to conjure virtually anything out of thin air

ROXY: omg

ROXY: u cant be serious

ROXY: that is way too much superpower 4 a dork like me 2 have

JADE: grrrrr...

ROXY: oh no

ROXY: pls dont growl @ me dogjade

ROXY: is legit frightening :(

JADE: im sorry, but your remarks of self deprecation made me very angry

JADE: once i was even more of a dork than you

JADE: but now i am one of the most powerful beings who has ever existed

JADE: i dont want to hear any whining about what you think you cant do

JADE: you are hereby under strict orders from myself and her condescension to "clam up" and conjure that orb, do you understand?

ROXY: so im just supposed to

ROXY: sit here and think about this ugly ball

ROXY: and twiddle my fingers or somethin

ROXY: ?

JADE: you tell me

JADE: space is my racket, not void

ROXY: maybe it would help if i knew what the dang thing WAS

ROXY: how am i supposed to steal the nonexistence from a concept when the concept only exists in my mind as "ugly ball"

JADE: its called the matriorb

JADE: it is the key to resurrecting the troll race

JADE: once you create it the empress will hatch it on an uninhabited planet located beyond the reach of her cruel employer

JADE: there her people will have another chance to thrive without the ever looming threat of extinction that comes with his influence

JADE: so you see roxy, there is nothing noble about refusing to help

JADE: once an entire alien race went extinct because of a terrible monster, and you can help give them a second chance

JADE: dont you want that?

ROXY: um

ROXY: in theory sure i guess

ROXY: but ur basically asking me to bring a lot of people back to life so they can be slaves to that witch

ROXY: u want me to help make all these fresh new trolls but then just turn em over to her? like here you go have fun SNORKELBITCH MEGAHITLER

ROXY: i do not actually think i wanna do that??

JADE: yes fair enough, but heres the other thing...

JADE: if you dont i am going to kill you

ROXY: oh noes

JADE: oh yesses!

JADE: a literal plurality of yesses

JADE: seeing as you are a god tier it is very likely you will come back to life

JADE: so i can just keep killing you over and over a different way each time

JADE: maybe i will disembowel you a few times

JADE: i will not even need to use my sharp doggy teeth!

JADE: i will just snap my fingers and your delicious guts will teleport outside your body

ROXY: ew!

JADE: no way more like yum

JADE: i will just keep on killing you again and again

JADE: until you finally get tired of dying and follow your orders

ROXY: maaan

ROXY: evil jade is sucky jade

JADE: i believe you will find i am the suckiest jade there is

JADE: now we are going to be here in this cell for as long as it takes

JADE: i am not going anywhere until you try doing your voidey thing and make something appear

JADE: is that understood?

ROXY: blehhhh

ROXY: fine

ROXY: why u gotta be so awful jade

ROXY: really putting a cramp on us makin choice new friends w each other

ROXY: oh well here goes

ROXY: all twiddlin my fingers and such

ROXY: busting out tha MAJYYXXX! prayin up a storm to the holy wizardchrist they aint fake...

ROXY: alright check it

ROXY: one jank ass space egg coming up

ROXY: ABRACA HAPPEN!

ROXY: this is not a space egg

JADE: no, its not

ROXY: balls

ROXY: guess i effed up my void spell

ROXY: what is this thing

JADE: thats a perfectly generic object

ROXY: its perfectly generic?

JADE: yes

ROXY: dunno about that

ROXY: looks like a green cube to me

ROXY: with like

ROXY: slightly beveled corners

JADE: thats what a perfectly generic object is

ROXY: couldnt something theoretically be more generic than this

JADE: how

ROXY: um

ROXY: i dunno

JADE: exactly

ROXY: :\

JADE: if you want your powers to reach their full potential youre going to need to become more familiar with the fundamental building blocks of ideas and how they translate into more complicated thoughts and forms

JADE: then it becomes a simple matter of using your abilities to snatch those concepts from unreality

ROXY: sounds too hard

ROXY: better start killing me repeatedly and get it over with

JADE: we both know you dont think its too hard, you think it sounds like an interesting challenge

ROXY: dammit!

ROXY: (fucken jakes wily bitch ass grandma)

JADE: this is a very good start though

JADE: with a little practice im sure our empress will have her orb in no time

ROXY: well at least i know i can make a whole lot of these boring cubes if all else fails

ROXY: hey maybe ill build a sick fort outta them

ROXY: hehehe jade tell me that wouldnt be so baller

JADE: it would be fairly baller

ROXY: fyeah

JADE: keep trying for that orb though

JADE: i will return in a while to review your progress

JADE: and remember, dont get any funny ideas

ROXY: but p much all my ideas are funny

JADE: i mean dont try to escape!

JADE: even if you are invisible i will be able to track you down instantly

JADE: my sense of smell is very good

JADE: now if youll excuse me i have some business to attend to

ROXY: what business

JADE: i am still trying to locate my brother

JADE: but im having trouble picking up his scent

JADE: hes using his windy powers to obscure the trail and its giving me fits

ROXY: windy powers eh

ROXY: who is your bro?

JADE: woof!!!

JADE: i mean shoosh :x

JADE: that is enough questions from you

JADE: now i believe you have a space egg to conjure

ROXY: (mumble mumble egg mumble shove it grumble)

JADE: what?

ROXY: (mumble mutter my fat ass)

JADE: farewell roxy

[cochidinh]

Heyo! It will feel like deja vu, but since you're also asking for us to ask you your thoughts about characters and ships, of course, Yomi it is 👀

All of them, if you don’t mind

Aaand what do you think about Yomi x Seth, Hellxander, Fake Zilch x Seth, and Yomi x Fake Zilch x Seth ?

Take your time to answer

Heyyo, Yomi? yeah yeah Yomi *let my monster out of the closet*

First impression

His debut was cool, but that's it, a normal evil character and I was not into him that much. I did laugh at his last name tho.

Headcanons

I did a whole post about him but since I know you perhaps read it, I'll write down something new

His left eye has poor vision and has a different iris than his right eye (the right is square and the left is diamond).

He has a very sensitive tongue so he usually only eats after the food has cooled a bit.

Even though he looks very flashy, his family was actually not rich (He never went to Ginma District or Marunomon before becoming the Peacekeeper Director). Most of his bad behavior is learned from his surroundings.

He interned at Amaterasu's research lab and then became a peacekeeper. Thanks to the internships, he learned and targeted the right person for cooperation - Dr. Huesca.

Complaints and/or praise

My complaint must be that they didn't make him evil enough because Kodaka said he was the most disgusting person he's ever created so I was expecting a bit more. I like Monaka (ultra despair girl) and that girl really shows me what evil and the horror of torture are. Looking back at Yomi, he is more like a child than Monaka lol

and they gave him a whip-cane, and let his cloak cover it all? There's no plot to show the function of that cane other than whipping Vivia and making 3/4 of the players I watched say "he has a whip??"

As for compliments, his model is really cute, not only his face but also his body (his waist is sooooooooo cute).

I mean, he may appear weird, but the more I gaze at him, the more I am drawn to him...

They also let him like handmade kinds of stuff and carry small bag around his waist, yup, reasonable for someone who likes to carry small things and do craft stuff. Whaaaa and he has so many books in his office, and he wrote a letter explaining the murder to Yakou? He wrote all his deals and made a folder? Could we see his handwriting- *got shot*

Favorite pairing (platonic or romantic)

*wipe blood* okay. I love these dynamic

Hitman Zil x Yomi x Martina. An evil polycule.

Makoto x Yomi. They are both 3 years old you honor, nothing problematic here.

Yomi x Yomi. This ship lives in my mind rent-free.

Overall opinion

He is my favorite after 1) he ordered Martina to be turned into a cube 2) he stomped on Yakou.

What I need is a villain that can turn everything worse for the protag, easy to understand why they act but not easy to predict what they will do next. I like him, and I want to kick him down the throne. His ending wasn't bad but it wasn't good either, I was expecting something more satisfying.

Jump on the next question.

Yomi x Seth.

I like their dynamic, they're okay to me.

Hellxander.

I love them. Anyone who can convince me that 15 minutes of talking to zombie Zil is not long enough to show that those two are together will receive the key to my treasure room. No way. I swear they did something nsfw suspicious behind everyone's back.

Fake Zilch x Seth

I never think about it. It is not what I will touch in a romantic way but in a platonic way.

Yomi x Fake Zilch x Seth

Wait a minute, I think you scratched something out from my brain's corner and I actually did read a fanfic about this...I don't like it that much. Sorry.

[jack-daww]

Fanfic writing asks!

2, 4, 7, 10, 29, 35, 49, and 77?

Ooh, thank you for the ask! Let's see...

2: Where do you get your fic ideas?

Hard to say. I get inspired by just about anything. Stuff I read, conversations I have, situations I've either been in or heard about, you get the gist. When something catches my interest, my brain will start screaming ideas at me until it either leaks oit of my ears or I start writing it down and throw it into the ideas folder. I'm almost constantly spewing ideas, but not all of them are good, so sometimes it just gets put in my notes app on my phone and deleted later for lack of detail.

4: How do you choose which fic to write?

Well, I have a folder on my laptop in which every fic idea gets noted down as its own document. When I finish a WIP, I look through that folder and choose whichever I have the clearest picture of. I usually keep every idea in mind and only need a small reminder of what I had planned for it, so it really comes down to where my mind goes. Sometimes I'll also have a plot for one of those ideas in mind, so I don't need to spend time choosing at all.

7: Post a snippet from a WIP

Well, it might take a little while for me to post this WIP, but have something from my latest oneshot:

"There are shelves upon shelves of books and other nick-knack, making the room look bigger and more cramped at the same time. The walls are full of paintings of all kind and there is a single lamp hanging in the middle of the room."

This story is about a tea shop (vaguely based on a shop I have been to irl) and its weird regulars, as seen by an outsider. I haven't managed to work on it since I got sick, but it's about 1/5 done, I think?

10: Do you work on multiple WIPs or stick to one fic at a time?

Uhm, I do work on multiple fics, but I try to keep it to two at most, a longer one and a oneshot. I mostly write oneshots, so yeah. Sometimes I also work on three (when counting my very long-time project) but more than that gets overwhelming and ends up with me not writing anything.

29: What's something about your writing that you're proud of?

Probably how I write emotions. I'm an angst writer, so you can imagine that a lot of situations I write tend to get messy. But I've been told my characterizations are realistic, as well as how I write emotions, so I'm pretty proud of that.

35: What's your favourite fic that you've posted?

This is hard. Uh, let me take a look at what I've posted. (I am opening multiple tabs to look through my fics for this question and the next one)

This one is probably it? I really like how I wrote magic here and while it's not my typical style (normally I'm not quite this poetic) it was fun to write! I like most of my fics, so this was a hard choice, but I feel like this is a s close to a favourite as it gets.

49: What fic of yours would you say introduction to you as a writer?

This is hard too, damn. Hm, I would say my first fic, but I don't think that would be accurate to who I am as a writer today? My writing has improved over the last two years after all.

I have two different main writing styles and different dynamics depending on what fandom I write for, so I can't really tell which one it should be. I hope naming two isn't cheating, lol.

I think these are pretty good examples of my typical writing style and they're rather recent too, so they don't have as many mistakes as my old fics might have.

The first one shows a group dynamic I enjoy and the second one is pretty good too, though from a different fandom and with a different focus. Both fics are mainly about interpersonal relationships, which is what I mostly write about, and the level of angst my fics reach on average. I was tempted to pick one of my mcd fics for this, but that wouldn't be very representative of my writing.

77: Why do you enjoy writing fanfiction?

Well, I enjoy writing because I like creating scenarios and trying to get people to feel stuff. But if the question is why I enjoy writing fanfiction specifically, hm. Probably because I like exploring how characters react or playing around with character dynamics? Sometimes I want to portrait a specific dynamic/scenario/emotion and I can do that easier when the characters already exist. Also, the community is nice.

[cutiexe]

hi im sorry if this is like weird or whatever but you made a post in like 2019 about a robot voice changer thingy with voicemeeter and vsthost I think and I don't want a full on tutorial but uh CAN YOU ?? UM EXPLAIN THAT FURTHER ik the post is kinda old it just haunts my mind I must sound like a robot

oh sure! so, vsthost is an old lightweight program that lets you loads up vst plugins and chain them together to make sounds. i use it to take my microphone input and run it through some (free!) effects to achieve my glitchy robot voice. here's what that looks like:

my microphone input is top-left. that gets cleaned up by reaper's compression and gate plugins. then i use kerovee for pitch correction/autotune and formant shifting, dblue glitch to jumble up the sound with its built-in effects, and jb time machine to bitcrush the whole thing. i don't feel like tracking down all those links atm, but all these effects are free and easily found online!

at the end, i replaced voicemeeter with a much simpler program called vb cable. that works as a virtual audio input+output so i can have vsthost send the processed audio to other programs like discord or obs for streaming.

the main thing is gathering effects that you like and sitting down to mess with settings until you get a voice that balances robot sounds and clarity. my vst folder is like 60GB or something that i've been collecting for years, and i designed this whole setup myself over a couple hours.

this is remarkably serendipitous, as i literally went back and cleaned this up for streaming a few days ago! aside from replacing voicemeeter with vb cable, i also replaced a paid cracked dynamics plugin with reacomp and reagate. if you have any more questions feel free to ask!