#it used to be a long sleeve but i usually draw it as a t-shirt now

[mariegolddoesthings]

Red Herring as Jin! Yippee! This version of the Red Herring is kind and surprisingly mature.

I had so much fun making this design since this doll isn't any way humanoid like the others. Fun fact: This design is solely based off one of my favorite outfits that I wear sometimes.

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[raiiny-bay]

rai relearns how to draw pt. 3 (the finale)

full pic under the cut

[luveline]

How about ploy marauders going to a party and Sirius promised to do readers make up, but is late so the other two are making an attempt. Sure they might know how to do Sirius's messy style, but do they know big dramatic styles? Can James do a perfect wing?

<3 fem, 1k

“Can you stay still?” Remus asks, turning your face a half inch where it’s held in his hand. 

“Can James stop kissing me?” you ask. 

James pulls his face from the curve of your neck, the warmth of his lips lingering on your skin. “Sorry, are you busy?” 

“You’re supposed to be helping.”

“Don’t act like you weren’t enjoying yourself.” 

You smile. Remus rubs the softest curve under your eye with his thumb, the tip of his tongue sticking out between his lips. He doesn’t know he’s doing it, concentrating instead on your face and the wetness of your makeup where it’s beginning to sink in. “I don’t know what I’m doing,” he sighs. 

“You know better than I do,” James says. 

You don’t know a thing about it, that’s why you’d arranged for Sirius to do your makeup tonight before Marl’s birthday bash, but where is your awful boyfriend? Late, decidedly unavailable for makeup-ing. 

“You’ve done his mascara a thousand times,” James argues with Remus. 

“Yes, but Sirius has never asked me to do his blush.” Remus’ hand moves to the side of your face. “You are lovely, though. I think using only a little of everything is working in our favour.” 

“Sirius only lets him do mascara because he already has nice eyelashes,” you worry. It won’t matter if Remus messes up or doesn’t get close enough to the root. 

“Yes, and because he likes it when Remus holds his face like that,” James points out, eyeing Remus’ hand where it stays at your cheek. Remus has long fingers, ever-so slightly thick with two golden rings that kiss your chin as he lets his hand fall, and he’s always gentle. 

“James, I’m tapping out.” 

James pretends to roll up sleeves he isn’t wearing, your bulkiest boyfriend in a short-sleeved t-shirt that showcases the lean muscle of his forearms, the not so lean ridges of his biceps. They tense as he sits up, his knee jabbing yours, the bed creaking dangerously beneath your angled weight. “What’s there left to do? She’s gorgeous.” 

“What did you want?” Remus asks you. 

“Uh, I wanted, you know…” You sound ridiculously shy. You wish you could just do all of this faff by yourself rather than force their attention, but neither boy seems annoyed. “He does that smudgey eyeliner, it makes my eyes look bigger. And lipgloss, but I can do that myself.” 

“Are you kidding? That’s the best part,” James says. He gives you a smile confident enough to reassure you and handsome enough to make you shy from his touch all over again. “Pass me the black pencil, Remus. I’ve got this.” 

James does not got this, his expression melding from happy, adoring, to perturbed, and then annoyed. “Aw, I’ve fucked it.” 

Remus shakes his head vehemently. “You haven’t! We just need a wet wipe.” 

They search the room for Sirius’ wet wipes and come up empty-handed. A towel is wetted and taken carefully to your eyes instead, cold and rough on your eyelids. 

“Be gentler,” Remus whispers. 

James is practically atop you know, your chin tilted up to his hand. “Sorry,” he whispers in turn, then to you solely, “‘m I hurting you?” 

“No.” You’re whispering too. It feels appropriate; they’re both very close to you, and this movement might fix or ruin your makeup with the party’s start time drawing ever closer. 

“I think I’ve fixed it,” James says, taking the pencil up again, the nib soft as it rolls over the corner of your eye. “Sirius can perfect it in the car, right?” 

“I thought you were good at everything?” you ask. 

James turns your face up impossibly higher, craning his head down for a peck. “Yes,” he whispers severely, “I’m good at everything. But Sirius is usually better. Quick, let’s find your lipgloss before we’re late.” 

Remus tries to tell James that it isn’t true, a serious conversation at a bad time, and James won’t listen to a word of it. They quibble over who’s doing your lipgloss, bathe you in compliments when they’re done —aw, dove, you look so cute, and cute? she looks perfect— then suddenly an abrupt beep is sounding outside. The three of you scramble into your jackets and down the stairs, meeting Sirius where he leans against the car. He throws the keys to Remus, ushering you into the backseat with him for some last minute clean up. 

“Hey, they’ve done a good job,” he praises, another hand on your face to turn it up kindly to the light. “Did you bring your lipgloss?”  

You nod quickly and dig for it in your jacket. 

“What!” James says from the front, turning in the passenger seat to complain. “That’s the one thing we did perfectly.” 

The car starts. Remus laughs to himself behind the steering wheel. 

“Did I say otherwise?” Sirius asks, letting his fingers curve toward the back of your neck. Pale in the light, eyes lit with something funny you’ve yet to hear, he dips in close to you and talks quietly, “I’m sorry, I promised I’d do your makeup for the party. But you’ve all done well without me, you look perfect, especially your lips.” 

“Then what did you want it for?” you ask, confused, your seat belt pulling as Sirius encourages you forward. 

“To reapply.” He taps your neck with a fingertip. “Spare a kiss? I promise I’ll fix any mess.” 

Commotion from the front seat.

“James–” Remus warns. 

“What? I want to watch.” 

“Freak,” Sirius says lovingly. 

“How am I a freak? She’s my girlfriend, you’re my boyfriend, and you’re doing that voice like you’re gonna lay her down in the back seat.” 

“James.” 

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[ddejavvu]

hey mei! for mvm maybe dbf!hotch x nanny!reader where he knows your dad is emotionally abusive and narcissistic but he doesn’t do anything because you asked him not to but then you show up to take care of jack so he can go have fun with the team and he sees you with bruises that’s enough for him. maybe he cancels his plans and takes care of you, maybe being softer with you than usual and it’s just safe and comfort and love you’ve been lacking but when you fall asleep he goes to pay your dad a little visit

so sorry if this is too long, definitely not projecting, definitely don’t spend all my time dreaming of hotch saving me from my dad 🙈

today is multiverse monday! send me any au you can think of :)

there's no sexual component to this blurb, but there is an age gap, and this contains mentions/themes of abusive parents, so if any of that is going to make you uncomfortable, don't click the extension! ugh i daydream about being his nanny TOO OFTEN

Aaron's waiting for you on the couch when you come downstairs. Jack had whisked you away for a quick tour of his clean room before Aaron had left, and you'd appreciated the bare carpet while you could. You know that by the end of the night it'll be littered in LEGOs, so it's a sight for sore eyes.

"Jack," Aaron smiles kindly at his son, "I saw that you hadn't cleaned up your bathroom yet. Why don't you do that, so that Y/N can use it if she needs to?"

"Okay!" Jack rushes back to his room, feet stomping on the carpet, "I'll be right back, Y/N!"

"Alright," You laugh, then turn back to Aaron, "He doesn't need to do that for me, y'know. You've got three bathrooms, I can use another one."

"I just needed to get him out of here," Aaron gestures to the spot beside him on the couch, "Sit, I want to talk to you."

Your stomach turns.

You lower yourself onto the couch, slowly, gently, "What about?"

"Can I see your wrist, please?" Aaron reaches for your hand, the one nearest him.

"Uh," You grip it subconsciously, feeling the deep ache of a bruise, "Why?"

"Because when you ruffled Jack's hair earlier your sleeve rode up, and it looked like you had a bruise there."

"You're gonna be late," You chuckle weakly, "Do you really want to be playing doctor right now?"

"I've already canceled my plans. Y/N," He begs, eyes pooling with worry, "Please?"

His touch against your wrist is the softest thing you've ever felt. It's like he's barely even there, but what you can feel is warmth, softness, love. He takes your sleeve carefully between his fingers, raising it just enough to see a deep purple splotch around your bone.

His jaw clenches, and Jack's feet come thundering back into the hallway.

"I'm finished-!"

"Go get into your pajamas," Aaron holds your wrist in his hand, covering the mark, "And think about what movie you wanna watch, okay buddy? I'm staying home tonight, we're gonna have a sleepover with Y/N."

The little boy lets out a cheery shout, racing back to change into his Toy Story pj's. You're offered a pair of Aaron's own, stretchy sweats and an old t-shirt that smells like him. Not like his cologne, not like his shampoo, but him.

It's a smell that you take solace in all throughout the movie, but you ping-pong between burying your nose in the shirt you're wearing and the one he's wearing. He draws you in closer when your nose hits his shoulder, and lays his temple against your own, skin flushed and comfortingly warm.

And if you wake at the sound of the door opening and see Aaron stepping out, gun holstered on his waist? You say nothing. Whether you have a dad come morning, you'll always have Aaron.

[lnmei]

Explaining some of my color thoughts and process using this piece and my other recent figure drawings, hope it’s helpful to someone!

Setting up the drawing to color

Final drawing layer breakdown from top:

Layer 37: lighten layer clipped to line art below

Inserted Image: line art set to multiply (because it’s non-transparent)

2nd Inserted Image: final drawing flattened (will explain why at last step)

Layer 35 : lighten layer to compress values for elements that receding and out of focus (back arm + leg for example) something like atmospheric perspective

Layer 41: solid color multiply for shadow

Layers 16-19: every element of the same color on it’s own layer clipped to the silhouette

Layer 6: solid fill silhouette

Color picking the base:

This is loosely what I think about rather than a hard and fast rule! This thinking helps me navigate when the colors don’t quite look right and applying a rule usually helps me work towards a direction I like.

When thinking of the light and shadow scheme:

Temperature: warm light & cool shadow or cool light & warm shadow?

Color schema: complimentary scheme? split compliment? analogous?

When picking the light color base:

Even in the light areas things have a light, medium, and dark local value

I pick colors that read as the right value of the local color at the right temperature for the light:

Coloring Shadow

1) Reflected light into the shadow areas - typically I go for a colder and slightly lighter reflected light because in natural sunlight, the main reflected light is from the blue sky. Otherwise think about what the color of the surroundings are and reflect that into the shadow.

2) If the shadow color on the skin makes it look either gray or the wrong hue, true up the color of the shadow by making it warmer and more saturated and add warm reflected light to the shadows around it, such as on the shirt collar

3) Make the shadow colorful - add bright colors that are adjacent to the main shadow colors to make the shadow overall more colorful, and add colors that are closer to the local colors of what’s in shadow (such as blues to the “black” compression sleeves)

Keep value range within the shadow relatively close - as long as the value of the shadow is approximately uniform, the shadow area will read as a shadow

Lighten-layer areas for value compression/”atmospheric perspective”: I adjust the color of the lighten areas so that local colors show through or have a bright accent - it looks nice but doesn’t detract from the focus areas with higher contrast, and gives an opportunity to introduce bright colors.

Even in low value contrast areas, the colors are legible as light vs shadow because they generally conform to the temperature of the light and shadows

Glow - I like to add a bright rim to the edge of the multiply layer in a bright color that indicates the color of the light or local color if it was more saturated i.e. red, orange, pink, gold glow for warm lights, purple, blue, green-ish glow for cool lights

I don’t add this everywhere, just in the parts that I want to stand out more

Hue Variation

On the base color layers, I add hue variations to add color variety to the lights. Usually adjacent colors but sometimes something completely different to add interest. I can also add this on the lighten layer if I want the bright accent to read as more flat (like the hair accent).

I also add a lighten layer with warm red/orange on top of the line art areas that are in the light to add more glow.

In the end, if there are certain color areas that just don’t look right, I will just paint in the exact color I want on a new layer on top.

Finalizing

I export the whole image as a jpg when I’m generally happy with it, then mess around with it using color filters like the ones in the iOS photo app edit or whatever else. They end up showing you if you can push the colors brighter, which I like (I don’t always do this but it usually shows me something interesting I can try).

I import the image over the color but under the line art and apply general adjustments to it (curves, saturation, etc). This way you can mask out different versions of the full image to combine versions with different adjustments.

I also select certain areas by themselves and adjust them manually to fine tune aka paint over if some parts don’t look right.

I like to apply a lighten layer to the line art which is on multiply, and use a neon/bright color to give the whole picture a bright rim. It just looks cool but can add a slight bit of new bright color to the drawing along the line art, which is interesting and subtle.

And that’s it so far!

[kit-walk3r]

Pre-death Kyle Spencer Headcanons

Warning: mentions of male sexual abuse via a parent and drug use (only weed but still)

He played sports, likely baseball since there’s a lot of baseball memorabilia surrounding him (baseball trophy he kills his mum with, photo of him playing baseball as a kid with a signed baseball next to it on his mantelpiece, a baseball at his memorial). He’d played it since he was a kid and knew he was good so he used it as a way to get to college, even though he had no intention of continuing it afterwards

Kyle never had a serious relationship. He would go on dates but never went the next step to becoming official because he felt like he couldn’t commit to them due to the things going on with his mother

However when he started college he did start hooking up more, with the encouragement of his frat brothers. It took him a while to make the step to sleep with someone but once he did he found himself more comfortable in the presence of women (he didn’t make a habit of sleeping around too much though)

He was accepting of everyone and would talk to everyone. The nerdy kid sat next to him in class who his frat brothers would usually makes jokes about? He always asks them how their weekend was.

Wasn’t actually that big on weed, unlike his frat brothers, even though he had some in his room. He would occasionally sell it to other students to earn an extra bit of cash (“… I’m not going to sell pot to undergrads my whole life”)

Honestly kind of hated being in a fraternity, but it was his best option for getting out of his mum’s house. He was friendly with his frat brothers and they did get along great but he knew underneath that if they weren’t in the fraternity together he probably wouldn’t be friends with them.

Was a big ol’ nerd. He was at the first screening on opening day of The Avengers in a Captain America t shirt (Captain America would definitely be Kyle’s favourite Avenger).

Was slightly reserved in high school but very much came out of his shell more once he started college and moved out of his mum’s house.

His frat brothers once put a rather large temporary tattoo on his forearm whilst he was sleeping because he wouldn’t get a proper tattoo. It was during the Summer so Kyle had to walk around in long sleeve shirts for a week until it finally rubbed off so people didn’t see a large drawing of a cartoon dick with eyes and smile and a love heart surrounding it. Kyle, however, got revenge by writing stuff in permanent marker on their foreheads.

He used to bike most places when in high school because why not. He never learned to drive as lessons and tests were too expensive and he didn’t want to feel like a financial burden.

•———•

There might be a part 2 to this since I love Kyle and have so many ideas for him in my head.

Remember that I’m accepting requests for fics, headcanons and social media posts/accounts (check this for an example).

[subject-044]

Hi hello I absolutely adore your band AU!! I was wondering if you have any thoughts on the band's appearances, like clothes/hair dye/etc.? Especially given you've mentioned things past highschool

I rlly rlly want to draw these dorks practising together and want to stay true to your ideas :3

Hello I saw this just before I was going to go to sleep and then laid awake Thinking About It for the next 30 minutes so here I am!

Under the cut because there's a LOT!!

Richie

He layers just as badly as in canon

So in my head it goes:

Long sleeved stripey T-shirt

then a graphic short tee on top (which eventually becomes a band T-shirt nearer then end of senior year when Steph joins the band! (And when I design the logo lmao))

THEN a zip up hoode

I'm not done

Then a leather jacket he found at a garage sale (it's slightly too big for him normally so it fits over everything else.)

Ripped jeans + belt chains

He has one of those goth belts with all the metal eyelets in it

Boots!! He has loads of different coloured laces he wears each day!!

And ofc he has his blue hair

He has his ears pierced too- he has these skeleton studs and they're all he wears.

Oh and the green and black bracelet Max eventually makes when he becomes the band's friend. It's tied onto his belt loops every morning.

Peter

Pretty similar to canon in my head

He takes off his suspenders and bowtie when they practice though (he feels safe then)

His hair is longer! He wears it in a man bun because it made him feel more masc before he came out to everyone (in middle school)

When he felt more comfortable (and after he came out) he decided to keep his hair long and the man bun just kind of stuck

He gets an undercut maybe? I can't decide in whether that's good or not.

He had LOADS of ear piercings (industrial, tragus, three on each lobe, conch, helix) but he's too scared to get facial ones somehow

He wears dangly earrings in his main lobe piercing

After he makes friends with Steph and stops wearing his suspenders+bowtie altogether he unbuttons and untucks his shirt during practice.

(Steph almost passes out the first time he does this. She can see his collar bones. Victorian woman seeing ankle for the first time core)

Richie clips a short chain onto his belt loops "So we match!"

His yellow and orange bracelet becomes his hairband- you can't usually see it unless you're looking for it/it's in a ponytail

Ruth

Ruth was actually so so difficult for me to decide

Her normal style just goes so hard yknow?

I think she starts wearing Docs like Richie

But she just has rainbow laces and that's it she doesn't change them

She gets a leather jacket too and paints the band logo on (badly)

The band tee she'll wear but it'll be over-sized and half tucked in

Logo front and back babey!!

I don't know what else for Ruth so if you have any ideas please feel free to use them

Her blue and white bracelet is just on her wrist like a normal person lmao

Steph

Nose piercing Nose piercing!! She has a little ring

Her style is already SO SO good for the band AU!!!

She has fingerless leather gloves

She also has tattoos methinks

The beginnings of a rose + thorns sleeve on her left arm

And a shitty stick and poke star on her right wrist (over her veins) she got when she was 16- it's started to fade so she gets other stars tattooed on her wrist around it (one for each band member?)

She's the one who commissions an artist to design the logo, and gets t-shirts made for each of them!!

She, and Ruth both get the logo put on leather jackets. Steph's is proper vintage and is more of a biker jacket though.

She tries to convince Richie and Peter to get ones too, but Richie doesn't want to damage his jacket and Peter refuses to wear one at all (he won't wear the shirt either)

(She catches him using it as a sleep shirt. She teases him about it for weeks)

She cuts her band top into a crop top but she doesn't always wear it.

She dyes the tips of her hair red for while

But it fades into pink weirdly quick

So she dyes it back to her normal ombre

Steph's pink bracelet hangs from a hole made in one of her drumsticks. Her bracelet was made first (Max cried when he saw it)

Max

Max isn't technically part of the band

But he is their #1 fan forever and ever

So he has a shirt too that he wears to all of their (eventual) gigs!! The logo is a bit faded/damaged and washed out because he keeps washing it the wrong way

He has a scar in his eyebrow from when Steph punched him after she first joins the band (this kickstarts his redemption.) (Punchstarts?)

And he has his purple and yellow bracelet around his wrist!

I still haven't figured out how to fit Grace into this AU at all. I do HC that she thinks all music other than Christian Music is Of The Devil™ and she plays the flute but that's about it honestly... One of these days I'll figure something out

[c00kietin]

I don't know too much about your ocs,(and it was hard to find names, sorry) but I'm curious, so the third one if they were all in alphabetical order in their Pyjamas😴 (only if you want to obviously)

while I didn't draw all my characters (that would take a LONG time lol) I drew some of my more well known ones on the blog!

Some lil sleeping bits if ya don't mind:

Tenebris kinda has old-fashioned pajamas, with the night gown and striped shirt and jazz. I was tempted to draw one of those caps on them but I decided not to. They like to have their hair tied up by assistants so it's not as much of a mess in the morning. And they MUST have a glass of water before sleeping, no exceptions.

Brittany wears cutesy (and usually pricey) night dresses or t-shirt and shorts. She especially loves pairs with frills, lace or fluff. She has a long routine of doing her face and hair and teeth before going to bed, so she takes a while before she actually sleeps. Brittany also owns a huge collection of toys and plushies that she keeps around her like a barricade.

Valerie has tried to adjust to sleeping at night to blend in with people, but sleeps a lot better during the day. She wouldn't wear anything elaborate, just a top and tracksuit legs do just well for her. She listens to white noise to help her sleep.

Zeke likes to wear fluffy/thick, long sleeved pajamas to keep him warm. And he sleeps with a lot of blankets and pillows. He goes to bed the earliest of the three siblings- and sleeps the best.

Natalie's sleeping schedule is wonky since she tends to go out with friends at night. So, coming back home, she just throws on whatever she finds first and snoozes in that. Natalie's also the kind of person to wake up with half the blanket on the floor and sleeping upside down. She snores loudly.

Onika wears oversized t-shirts and shorts, and has her hair tied up as always. She goes to sleep fairly easily, but wakes up extremely early all the time. She likes to sleep up high, so she has a bunk bed. She uses the bottom bunk to dump all her stuff onto.

Choco Fish Cookie isn't too picky about what she wears to bed but likes night gowns. She reads a few pages of a book and hums to herself to help her fall asleep. She doesn't own any toys, so she hugs a pillow instead while she's sleeping. She's slept with her eyes open once or twice before.

Cici struggles sleeping a LOT. She has a mixture of maintenance insomnia and sleep apnea and sleeps for very few hours in a week. She keeps a nightlight on in her bedroom at all times. You'd most likely spot her in the kitchen making herself toast.

[whumpsday]

Kane & Jim #35: Kane’s Mark

Masterlist

content: vampire whumpee, whumper turned whumpee, whumpee turned caretaker, recovery, scar reveal, begging, comfort

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It was June now, and Jim was beginning to once again encounter the same problem he did every year: wearing a turtleneck in the summer was uncomfortable. Even his most lightweight ones made him wish he felt comfortable showing a little more skin on the hottest days.

Before, while he’d still wear one while going out, he’d at least been able to lounge around at home in a t-shirt if he felt less paranoid that day, in his more recent years. But he’d always either lived alone or with Liz.

Now... he lived with Kane again.

Kane was the absolute last person he wanted to bare his neck around. But it was so hot today, Jim couldn’t help but mutter an “Ugh,” when picking up a shirt that would cover his neck.

His air conditioning had been on the fritz lately, and wasn’t cooling his house down as much as it should be. He had an appointment to get that worked on, but at least in the meantime it was still somewhat working. The house would be pretty much uninhabitable in this heat if it weren’t.

It had been more than two months since he’d brought Kane home, and Kane had been perfectly well-behaved the entire time. Except that one incident, but that was because he was starving. Not his fault.

Maybe it would be okay. Maybe this would be good for him, Jim decided. Face your fears and all that. He could always come back to his room and change if it became too nerve-wracking.

He picked out an old t-shirt emblazoned with the logo of a rock band his dad used to like. He had gotten rid of most of his own old shirts now that he pretty much exclusively wore turtlenecks, but he still had his dad’s old clothes.

Jim looked himself over in the mirror. He felt exposed, the two circular scars on his neck visible to anyone who looked at him, vulnerable for anyone to bite all over again. Despite the heat, he shivered.

A reminder that he was owned.

“I don’t belong to anyone. My body is mine. I’m out. I’m safe.” Jim whispered to his reflection.

It was something he tried to tell himself on his bad days. Today wasn’t a bad day, yet- he would never be able to muster up the courage to expose his neck if it was- but he needed the pep talk.

He sighed wearily and went to go draw some blood for Kane, because he damn chose to.

-

It was hot, hotter than usual come the summertime. Kane didn’t like that. The heat made him anxious, a reminder of the sun that loomed outside.

It made him cover up more than usual, making use of the long-sleeved shirts Jim had gifted him, the first and only thing besides mercy he’d used his notepad to request so far, pulling the hood up on his precious jacket, too.

The extra cover only made him that much hotter, but he felt safer this way. If the sun were to hit him right now, only his face and hands were exposed, and he could easily retract those into his shirt.

Jim seemed to have done the opposite, coming downstairs with a bowl of fresh blood without his usual turtleneck. Kane hadn’t seen him in a t-shirt since... since the day he’d run away. Standing on the porch of Kane’s house, bathed in sunlight, terror in his eyes.

Kane was not oblivious. It didn’t take much to figure out why Jim refused to show his neck around him. Kane wondered if it was just around him, or if he’d hurt Jim enough that he wouldn’t show his neck around anyone, even ten years later. He couldn’t possibly ask.

“G’morning. Aren’t you a little hot in all that?” Jim asked, handing him the bowl.

That was when Kane noticed the two familiar marks on Jim’s neck.

They were not as he remembered them, the skin around them no longer red and enflamed from the wounds being reopened daily for years and years. They were faded, like the ghost of the marks Kane used to leave in him.

He felt his blood run cold.

“Wh- what is that?” he asked before he could stop himself, staring at the marks with wide eyes.

The friendly smile fell from Jim’s face instantly, his face heating up with embarrassment as he slapped a hand over the marks, shielding them from view. “My scars. From you.”

“It’s... it’s still there?” Kane felt his heart sink into his stomach. He’d heard of scars, but didn’t know much about them. He’d never though that what he did to Jim would have left a permanent mark on his body.

“You pierced my skin in the same spot daily for five years, Kane. Yeah, it scarred.” There was an edge to Jim’s words, a bitterness that Kane had always expected but almost never heard from him.

Guilt and fear flooded him in equal measures. “I’m so sorry. I, I didn’t know.”

Kane couldn’t imagine how Jim must feel. For all the torture he’d experienced, none of it had ever left a permanent mark on him. No burn, no cut, no lash. But Jim would forever be branded with Kane’s sign of ownership, no matter how much Kane wished he could take it away.

Jim sighed, the edge seeping out of him. “Nothing you can do about it now. Just eat your breakfast. Don’t be scared. You know I wouldn’t hurt you.”

Kane sipped at his blood obediently, licking up every drop, making sure not to waste any. Even when Kane taking his blood had scarred Jim permanently, Jim was still letting him have more. He couldn’t fathom it. How could he have ever hurt someone so kind?

He hadn’t valued kindness, before. But now, kindness was the only reason he was drinking a full meal of fresh blood instead of being burned alive under the summer sun.

He handed the bowl back to Jim. “Thank you.”

Jim took it with one hand, still covering his scars with the other.

“You don’t... have to do that.” Kane ventured nervously. “I’ve seen them. Obviously. And I’d never, ever think of hurting you ever again. I’m sorry I ever did.”

Jim slowly uncurled his hand from his neck, revealing the twin scars again. He looked so vulnerable, just like he had back then.

“Okay.” Jim agreed, his voice small.

-

Jim debated changing shirts, but decided against it. He felt like he had to prove to himself that he could do it. That he’d be giving up, somehow, by sacrificing his comfort to hide his neck from Kane. He’d wear his regular turtlenecks again on a day that wasn’t so sweltering.

But for now, he’d try to do this. It got easier as the day went on, Kane not acknowledging them again as the hours passed.

It occurred to him, not for the first time, that the fang marks were the only scars Kane had given him, for all the beatings, Kane had always stuck to things that didn’t break the skin. Hitting, kicking, choking him until he gasped for air. He’d never put those sharp, claw-like nails to use.

The thought had occurred to him before, but never with Kane available to ask about it.

“You never broke the skin besides feedings. Even when you were really pissed.” Jim pointed out. “Why?”

Kane hesitated before responding quietly. “Didn’t want to waste blood. It’s a horrible reason, I know. I’m sorry.”

It made sense. It made so much sense that Jim wasn’t sure how he didn’t see it sooner.

“I don’t think I would have cut you anyway, even if it wasn’t impractical.” Kane added. “I was a horrible, cruel person, but I wasn’t a sadist. Just like I never would have burned you.” He pulled his hood tighter over himself, shuddering.

Oh.

Kane was scared of the heat. That made sense, after everything he’d been through.

Jim got up and adjusted the fan, previously set to rotate its breeze around to room, now fixed directly on Kane. “This better?”

Kane nodded. “But, but it’s okay. You should take the fan.”

“Nah. I’m the one in short sleeves. Listen, I get it. I’m on year ten, you’re on year one. When I was on year one, I was bundled up on a hot day, too. You’ll get there eventually.” Jim promised.

“...Thank you. I’ll try.” He was quiet for a moment. “Can I ask you a question? About...?” He pointed to his own neck, to the unmarked spot where Jim’s scars would have placed.

Jim tensed up. “Yeah?”

“Does it hurt?” His voice was saturated with concern in a way Jim never would have thought Kane capable of a few months ago, before their reunion.

“...Yeah.” Jim admitted. “Not a lot. Just... it’s a dull pain. Some days are worse than others, but it’s mild. A lot of the time I don’t even notice, I’m so used to it by now. Been fifteen years since you started and all. It’s nerve damage. You know, from, uh, repeated trauma. It’s not really gonna get better. Arm hurts some days, too, but not usually.”

Kane looked absolutely crestfallen. “I’m so sorry.” His voice was hushed with horror. “I... I wish it were me instead. You deserve to never hurt again. I’m so sorry, Jim.”

Jim didn’t know a lot of the details about what Kane had gone through, but knew enough by now to know it was utterly horrific. Burned alive, cut open, skinned. Kane had casually let loose enough to keep Jim up at night. But being a vampire, he bore no scars from his ordeal, carried no lingering pain or bones that healed wrong.

“It’s...” Jim couldn’t bring himself to say it was fine. It wasn’t. “It is what it is.” he settled on.

Kane nodded somberly. Jim noticed his eyes start to well with tears.

It comforted something inside him to know that Kane really did care. Didn’t just regret what he did because it led to his own torture, but actually regretted causing him pain for no other reason than that Jim was hurting.

“You can hurt me back, if you want. I won’t resist.” Kane offered.

Jim was taken aback by this. Kane was so, so terrified of being hurt. He’d never have expected him to invite it.

“Kane. I have absolutely zero interest in hurting you.” It was true, now. He used to fantasize about revenge, about hurting Kane back, but it was just that: a fantasy. All desire for it died the second he laid eyes on the man Kane had become in captivity.

“Oh.” Kane said softly.

The phone rang, interrupting them. “One sec.” he told Kane, heading over to pick up the receiver. “Hello?”

“Hey, Jim, how are you? It’s Chase. Just calling on behalf of the vampire hunters to check up on ya. Been a couple months, so we just wanted to make sure everything went okay with the leech after pickup.”

Chase... he vaguely recalled that being the name of the hunter who’d handed Kane off to him months ago.

A tiny gasp. Jim turned his head to the source to find Kane absolutely rigid, eyes wild with terror. With a vampire’s hearing, he had no doubt that Kane could hear the man on the other end of the call. Probably recognized his voice.

He’d better end this call fast.

“Yeah, everything’s fine. Listen, now’s not a great time. But, uh, you d-don’t need to call back or anything. It’s all good.” Jim tried his best to sound firm, but he couldn’t help a slight shake to his voice. Who knew what kind of heartless torture this guy had enacted on Kane? If not him, then his buddies, while he stood by and did nothing.

Part of him wanted to tell him off for it, but he knew that would definitely not be in Kane’s best interest. Best to not piss these guys off.

“Cool, cool. Glad to hear it. I’ll let you go, then. Have a good afternoon.”

“Uh, yeah.” Jim said, clicking the receiver back into place.

“Please.” Kane begged, shaking fiercely, tears streaking down his face. “Please, please not again, please.”

“Kane, man, it’s alright. You’re okay. You’re safe.” Jim slowly approached him.

Kane curled into a little whimpering ball, trying as hard as he could to make himself small. “I c-can’t do it again. I can’t go back! Please, please!”

“You won’t. You’re not going anywhere, okay? You’re staying right here with me.” Jim assured him, resting a steadying hand on his shaking shoulder.

Kane flinched under the touch, before seeming to realize that Jim wasn’t hurting him, leaning into him instead as he sobbed. “Wanna stay. P-please. I’ll be good.”

“I know, I know. You’re... you’re being good, alright?” Jim hated using that language, but he knew it would be the fastest way to make Kane feel safe right now. “You’re being so good.”

He just looked so... frightened. So afraid of having to go back to the abuse. Jim knew that fear intimately. He knew it down to his bones.

Jim steeled his nerves and wrapped his arms around Kane, bringing his shuddering form into a hug. “I’ve got you. You’re alright. I’m not going to let anyone hurt you.”

He was suddenly acutely aware of his bare neck, of Kane’s face just inches from it. It took everything Jim had not to recoil back out of terror. He could feel his heart threatening to beat out of his chest, and being so close, he was sure Kane could too.

But for the first time, Kane didn’t bite. Didn’t sink his fangs into Jim’s neck like he had so many times before. He just melted into Jim’s arms, trembling.

“Th-thank you.” Kane whispered. Jim felt his breath brush the side of his neck, and he just couldn’t do it anymore, jerking backward and wrapping his arms around himself instead.

Kane covered his mouth with a shaking hand, hiding his fangs from view. “S-sorry.”

“It’s okay. You’re, you’re fine.” Jim mumbled. “You okay?”

Kane nodded, wiping his tears. “Are you?”

“I think so.” He felt a little triumphant, actually. He’d just faced his worst fear and nothing bad had happened.

But now he felt his resolve crumble. There was only so much he was capable of handling.

“I’m just gonna go change shirts real quick.”

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edit: have some bonus content for this chapter!

drabbles posted between uhh the last time i remembered to do this and #35:

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Hello, Hello! Do you have any more headcannons about neurodivergent Peters?

- anon <33

I have a few! Most of these I do believe have been shared on other blogs, but I 100% believe they are accurate :) If anyone has any headcannons of their own to share, feel free! 😁

Vocal Stims

Peter 1: Autistic and ADHD

Peter 1 can hyperfocus on things for long periods of time but he is also pretty unorganized.

He loves using visual pictures as a to-do chart and to help keep him organized.

He lives in his noise canceling headphones.

Any fidget toy that moves in circles are his favorite (tangles, infinity cubes, fidget spinners).

He also loves the chewlry necklaces because bitting is a stim for him too.

His favorite stim when he's overwhelmed is to twist one of his curls around his finger to calm himself down.

Rocking and bouncing are great for when he's overwhelmed too.

But the hand flaps are for when he's super duper happy ❤️

One usually loves looser fitting t-shirts and sweatshirts because he can usually hide his hands in the sleeves and fiddle with them, or he can hid inside of them (like Mable in sweatertown) when the world is just too much.

But the others do have to be careful because One has been known to suck on the neck portion or sleeve portions of shirts instead of his chewlry.

One loves food that has a lot of flavor but limited textures.

He also can't stand the taste of minty items.

Peter 2: Autistic.

He can hyperfixate on something or someone for long periods of time (science, Otto, MJ).

This man has a routine and sticks to it no matter what.

The other two Peters know not to interfere with it if they can help it.

He loves fidget spinners and fidget jewelry the best.

He also loves rocking and pulling his hair when overstimulated.

And the happy hand flaps from him ❤️

However, he is the one most likely to become non-verbal when overstimulated.

He is the one that started teaching the other two Peters how to use sign language so they could still communicate when he becomes non-verbal.

If someone doesn't understand sign language, Two carries a notebook to write messages or draw pictures in order to communicate.

Peter 2 loves tighter fitting clothes because they feel more secure and safe than looser fitting clothes items (this is why he feels so comfortable wearing his spidersuit under his clothes all of the time).

Peter 2 has certain foods that he sticks with and doesn't stray far from them.

He has problems with certain tastes and textures that make him feel ill.

He is also more of tea drinker because the smell and taste of coffee makes him feel ill.

Peter 3: Autistic and ADHD.

Peter 3 is pretty good with keeping a schedule, but has trouble breaking from that schedule.

He struggles has the most trouble with volume control.

The other two constantly have to ask him to lower the volume when he talks because he just doesn't realize how loud he can be.

Hyperfixates on science and Gwen very easily.

This man loves his weighted blanket (he cannot travel anywhere without it).

Peter 3 likes fidget spinners, but he prefers his sensory slug the most.

He carries his slug everywhere and even named him ❤️

Peter 3 likes spinning a circle or pacing back and forth to stim.

He also yanks on his hair when he's upset and will bounce the back of his head on a wall if he can't pace or spin.

Instead of flapping his hands when excited, Peter 3 jumps up and down.

Prefers tighter clothing for the same reasons Peter 2 does.

He's okay with certain textures, but real strong tastes or smells will make him ill.

[naiatabris]

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For the last day of #BG3FicFeb, the prompt is "AU of your choice," and I absolutely cannot resist an AU prompt.

Please enjoy this preposterously self-indulgent urban fantasy drabble, in which my bard Tav Lia and several members of the Tadgang are in a band that sings my favorite songs with no regard for genre or time period. Lyrics borrowed from The Gin Blossoms and Dar Williams.

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Astarion realizes he’s made a mistake the moment he takes a seat at the bar. From the outside, the Faerie’s Fire looks like his usual sort of place, dark and anonymous, the kind of spot where sad souls drink themselves into oblivion and go home with any stranger who flashes them a smile and feigns sympathy for their woes.

Inside, however, he can feel anticipation in the air. Merriment. Happiness. There’s a stage in the corner, just a little raised area held up on splintering feet, and a band setting up on it, five people in torn t-shirts propping a keyboard onto a stand and arranging a set of drums just so. 

Live music. Gods. As if my life needed more suffering in it.

But Astarion knows just how to turn this to his advantage. After the first song or two, there will be someone who makes a face and leaves, unable to tolerate the bad acoustics and general mediocrity. He’ll catch up to them on the streets, agree that the music was terrible. And from there he’ll draw them to their death.

It’s not fair, of course, that good taste in music might be the reason someone dies tonight. But it’s been centuries since Astarion has been permitted to think about things like “fair.”

The bartender is a man nearing forty, with shoulder-length brown hair and a circular tattoo just below his throat. Astarion catches his eye. “Whiskey, neat. Whatever’s most expensive.”

“A man of taste!” the bartender says cheerfully, reaching for a bottle below the counter. 

He says a few more things, about this particular bottle and the distiller and how he normally drinks wine himself but enjoys this whiskey from time to time. Astarion hums in assent but isn’t really listening; bartenders always want to finish their shift, which makes them poor targets. He hands over a few bills without comment and shoves the change into the tip jar. 

As Astarion sips his drink, the shriek of a microphone alerts the patrons that things are about to begin. The murmur in the bar dies down as a man steps forward, and Astarion blinks with sudden surprise and interest. The man is a devil bearing a crown of heavy horns, with deep brown skin, dreadlocks, and eyes that are visibly two different colors even in the dim light of the bar. He wears a dark red shirt with the sleeves torn off and a leather cuff around one wrist, and his smile is pure charm as he looks out over the small crowd.

“Hey. I’m Wyll, and we’re Wyll and the Ravens. We’re here every Thursday. If you don’t know us yet, that’s Karlach on drums—” 

A tall red tiefling woman with one horn bashes a cymbal enthusiastically.

“Shadowheart on keys—”

A pale half-elf wearing her hair in a long white braid nods to the crowd.

“Lae'zel on bass–”

A githyanki in dark eye makeup stares out at the audience, and does nothing save blink once.

“And Lia on vocals and guitar.”

A pretty silver-blue tiefling with purple hair and no horns gives a little wave.

“Thanks for joining us tonight.” Wyll grins. “Let’s get started.”

He nods to Lia; the guitarist taps her foot as she begins playing. Karlach and Shadowheart and Lae’zel join a measure later, and a few measures after that, Wyll begins to sing.

And to Astarion’s shock, the music is good. 

It’s not saccharine pop or self-important metal, the two main genres that he seems to encounter when he’s out hunting. It’s rock with an edge of folk, energetic and rich, bittersweet lyrics accompanied by skillful riffs on the guitar. It’s the kind of music that, in another life, Astarion could imagine himself playing on the highway, singing under his breath until he can’t resist belting the chorus as he drives.

“Is there a line that I could write, sad enough to make you cry? ” the devil sings as the guitarist harmonizes behind him. “All the lines you wrote to me were lies.”

Near the back of the bar, Astarion sees someone stand up to leave. He knows he ought to follow—but the guitarist is changing keys, moving into a new song, and suddenly the thought of not knowing what they’ll play next is unbearable.

Astarion sits there through five songs, watching the patrons in the bar sway and dance and exchange squealing observations about how hot the lead singer is. He does not enjoy himself, exactly; he knows what he still must do tonight, what is waiting for him back home, and that knowledge precludes true enjoyment of anything. But he allows himself to appreciate. To pretend, for a minute, that he’s an ordinary elf who happened to find some decent music while wandering the streets of Baldur’s Gate.

And then Wyll steps away from the microphone and reaches for a water bottle, and the guitarist is stepping forward, a slightly shy grin on her lips.

“So. This is the part in the evening where I give Wyll a break for a song or two, and you all indulge me in whatever sad-girl guitar music I’ve been working on,” she tells the audience, winking as she strums the strings of her instrument. “This one is called ‘If I Wrote You.’”

Now would be a good moment to hunt, Astarion thinks. He can sense the bar’s restlessness, their skepticism about the promised sad-girl guitar music. Someone is about to stand up and walk out that door; he can feel it. But a ripple of notes sounds from the guitar, and the tiefling begins singing, and once again he finds himself in no mood to leave.

The song is about a letter from someone the singer once loved—a boyfriend or girlfriend, Astarion supposes, though that detail is never filled in—and loves still. The singer does not know what to write back. It is a simple story, but there is a longing to it that pulls at something in Astarion’s chest. Longing for things he can’t have, after all, is an emotion he knows well.

“And if I wrote you,” the tiefling sings, her voice rich and sweet, “You would know me, and you would not write me again.”

Bass and keyboard join in, filling out the spaces around the guitar’s plucked notes; a gentle rhythm from the drums feels like the beat of a breaking heart. Wyll steps to Lia’s abandoned microphone and sings a soft, deep harmony. The bar is silent as the tiefling weaves her story, as the song’s subject decides how to answer the letter.

“And I’m so happy,” she sings,

“I had to tell you. And I love you. And you will not write me again. No, you will not write me again.”

The applause is warm and sincere. Astarion joins it half unconsciously. He tries to tell himself he is only doing it to blend in, but even as the thought forms he knows it’s a lie. Wyll is a spectacular front man, all charm and raw charisma—but there is something about the tiefling that holds him almost captive when she sings.

Lia grins and begins playing another song, this one faster and more upbeat. Astarion allows himself to listen to its opening notes before he forces himself to push back from the bar. He begins to make his way to the exit, trying not to look over his shoulder as he does so.

He never hunts in the same spot twice, not without a year or more in between successful trips. He tries to take those who will not be missed, but he knows that his activities will occasionally lead to investigations, and questions, and to someone remembering a white-haired elf who is mysteriously absent from the security tape. 

And so, even though he still has to bring prey to Cazador tonight, he will not take anyone from the Faerie’s Fire.

Wyll said they play every Thursday, and he would very much like to come back.

Also on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54154693

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[vriskaserketdaily]

(asks you about vriska)

ok well you didnt get more specific than that so something that's been on my mind lately: i don't think vriska has boobs

not in the sense that i think she's particularly flat-chested, but looking at her fashion sense in the comic, including outfits that she doesnt choose for herself like the godtier duds or her lil prospit fit, i don't think she's particularly comfortable showing off that part of her body (or really, her body more generally---even in the spunky punky fit she's wearing leggings under her shorts).

that's one of the reasons why i don't usually draw vriska in outfits that emphasize cleavage or otherwise sexualize her---i don't think those are the kinds of clothes that she would be comfortable wearing, even at her happiest and most stylistically adventurous.

we see from the conversation that vriska has with (vriska) that weight is a sensitive topic for her, so that could potentially be a "reason" for why she only dresses "provocatively" during the roleplay scene with tavros, but also . . . u dont need a reason for wanting to dress a certain way lol.

confidence in girl characters ≠ sexy/provocative dress, but there's a trend in the fandom to draw literally all the characters in sexier/more fun outfits than they wear in canon, which, fair. but whenever i see art of vriska that has her all dolled up and/or booby, i'm like "wow, you do not understand her at all."

again, vriska's wardrobe primarily consists of an open long-sleeve button-up (or blazer), straight or bootcut jeans, and t-shirts. (vriska) is "dressing out" in an incredibly 13-year-old fashion---while the influence of meenah cannot be denied i maintain that most/all of the actual outfit was vriska's decision and her own sense of style; meenah is depicted only in a t-shirt and baggy pants (see: again: fanon making characters way sexier/more fashionable)

i dont mean to say that people HAVE to stop drawing vriska with cleavage or that the canon wardrobe is the be-all end-all, but there are WAYS to give characters fun outfits that work within their established fashion sense. i think the main issue with these cases is that ppl like her more than they understand her, which is not a bad thing!

vriska is, for the most part, starved for affection, deeply unhappy in the role society has made for her, and overcompensating for her own shortcomings by emulating a frankly disgusting historical figure in a parasocial parent-child relationship. despite all her bravado, she is not someone who can successfully use her feminine wiles (or really. any wiles at all) to get what she wants, except when all she wants is for everyone else to fall for it.

so if you think vriska is some kind of sexy badass femme fatale type, get in the limo and come straight to town hall to collect your sash, because you've just been elected mayor of chumptown

[backslid2bts]

Movie Night

The next part in the Leagues Ahead universe!

Hoseok couldn’t help but notice how much longer Yoongi spent preening tonight nor could he ignore how invested he seemed to be in cleaning the apartment before their friends came over. It was a total 180 compared to the preparation for past movie nights they had hosted. Usually Hoseok had to prod Yoongi to care about cleaning at all. “It’s just Namjoon, Jungkook, and Seoyoung,” He would always say to excuse not cleaning, “We’ve known them forever.” But Yoongi hadn’t known Bora forever, and Hoseok had to reason that she’d caused the change. 

Yoongi felt like he had to constantly reapply his deodorant from the sweat that built up as he changed from one underwhelming t-shirt to another. It was a guessing game, he had no clue what might impress her, and he was beginning to doubt that anything he owned ever could bring him towards that goal. He’d never been that invested in his looks. Sure, he had a sense of style and liked to accessorize every now and then, but mostly his closet was curated around his own comfort. He settled on a black long-sleeve shirt, it sported some gothic text on the sleeves, and comfortable ripped jeans. He toyed frustratedly at his locks before sighing and pulling on a knit beanie. He walked out and into the open plan living area where Hoseok was getting started on the meal. Yoongi went to fiddle with the settings on the projector to keep his hands and mind busy. 

“So…” Hoseok continued stirring in the pan as he spoke. “What’s got you nervous?”

“Who says I’m nervous?” Yoongi mumbled at the remote.

“Hyung, I have never known you to take more than ten minutes to get ready, let alone even shower and change for a movie night with our friends.” 

Yoongi grunted. He had no excuse.

“If you got your eyes set on Bora – well, not to say you’re not a catch or anything but, she’s like – i mean she's great, she’s just…a bit of a big fish to land?”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Yoongi finally looked up from his task to find Hobi already looking at him with only the slightest hint of pity.

“I’m just saying don’t get your hopes too high for anything, she finds a way to make everything flirtatious…plus she’s like way out of anyone but a model’s league.”

Out of his league. As if that was something he didn’t already know. As if that wasn’t all he kept chiding himself with as he continued to think about her. “I wasn’t even thinking about that, Hobi, so you can chill with the speculation.”

“Ok…” Hoseok trailed, turning once again to the stove.

Their conversation died just as a knock sounded at the door. Yoongi bolted straight, showing more excitement than he had hoped to let out. He managed to calm down by the time he stood at the door, taking a second to breath before drawing it open only to deflate when he saw who was there. Only Namjoon and Seoyoung stood on the step.

“Not excited to see us hyung?” Namjoon said, moving in to give a quick hug. Yoongi reciprocated hugs for both him and Seoyoung as he mumbled greetings.

“He’s just excited for the rest of the party to arrive.” Hoseok wiggled his brows as he appeared behind Yoongi. The two guests nodded knowingly. “Come in! Make yourselves comfortable! Dinner is almost ready.” 

With the arrival of Namjoon and Seoyoung, Yoongi was properly distracted by hosting…not to mention genuinely enjoying time with his close friends. 

“I brought wine!” Taehyung’s voice rang through the apartment. Yoongi swiveled from where he sat on the couch to see not only Tae, but Bora following behind him. He must have driven them both. 

“Sorry to barge in, When Tae said he knew the door codes, I didn’t think he’d really use them.” Bora’s laughter lilted its way into Yoongi’s system, and he could already feel a blush threatening to glow across his face.

“No worries, it’s my fault for giving them to him.” Hoseok switched off the burners and came over to greet the new arrivals. “You’re just in time for dinner!” The whole group gathered to say their ‘hello’s and give hugs. Bora hugged everyone, old friends and new, and approached Yoongi last. 

“Hi Yoongi.” The words tumbled over her lips and into his ears as they hugged. Yoongi was overcome by her presence as he caught a small whiff of her delicate perfume. He cursed his own reactions as warmth spread over his cheeks.

“Hi.” It was a wonder he could manage that.

“I like your shirt.” She pulled away, letting one hand linger shortly on his shoulder to give it a squeeze. Sparks jolted through Yoongi’s body. 

“Oh…thanks.”

Soon enough everyone was sat down with emptied plates and the flush of alcohol on their faces. 

“So Bora was telling me about her program on the way here and it sounded really awesome!” Tae nudged at the girl next to him. 

“Ooh yea! How was France?!” Hoseok added excitedly.

“France?!” Seoyoung gasped. 

Bora had been friends with Tae and Hobi for some time, so both of them knew the generalities of why she left and what she was up to, but the others at the table had just met her a few weeks ago when she arrived back after many months away.

“Oh it was so great! Don’t get me wrong, it was hard at first…the French aren’t necessarily known for their welcoming attitudes, but after a while I found some really cool people outside of the program and made some stuff I was really proud of!”

“What kind of program was it?” Yoongi’s question rose before he knew he was asking it.

“I’m in an MFA program right now and it was a semester abroad program to study with some French students and writers.” She smiled shyly as she blinked at Yoongi. Beautiful and smart to boot. 

“What kind of writing do you do?” It was Namjoon’s turn to question.

“Mostly creative non-fiction and some poetry. I used to do journalistic writing too, just for cultural events when I was an undergrad, but that’s kind of died down these days.”

“He’d never admit it, but Yoongi is somewhat of a writer too.” Hoseok added, no doubt the wine emboldening him to tease at Yoongi’s supposed crush. Yoongi’s eyes shot daggers into Hoseok’s profile. 

“Oh really?” Bora’s eyes peeked at Yoongi over her glass as she sipped on her wine. 

“Ahh not really, and not for a long time anyway. Hobi, Namjoon, and I used to make music in highschool, but it was just stupid teenage boy stuff.”

“Stupid teenage boy stuff!!” Namjoon reeled at his words. “We were ahead of our time,” he mumbled, offended. 

“Yoongi called his room the ‘genius lab’ because we recorded…oh what did you call them hyung?” Yoongi just shook his head at Hoseok’s words. “Right! We made ‘genius fucking bangers’” Hoseok continued, evidently quoting teenage Yoongi.

“Yeah well that was a long time ago. Plus Namjoon does most of the writing these days,” Yoongi muttered into his wine glass. 

The conversation turned to focus on Namjoon and Yoongi was able to relax, no longer under Bora’s gaze. Things stayed relatively calm, regular banter, passionate debate over what movie to watch, and funny stories all around. As people ambled to the living room to pick a movie, Bora slipped to the bathroom.

Bora washed her hands in the bathroom and gazed into the mirror. Her face was flush from the wine and from the way Yoongi had squirmed whenever her eyes turned to him. He was flustered by her, this she knew, but she wondered how she might fluster him more. The image of her lips dragging down his neck flashed behind her eyes. Bora scolded her own mind as she tapped her cheeks with cold water. Not Yoongi…not Hoseok’s friend. That’s a line she wasn’t sure was ok to cross. But still she reapplied her lip gloss and fluffed her hair. But if he’s into it, who is Hobi to deny two adults some good fun. 

Namjoon, Hoseok, and Seoyoung were squeezed onto one couch. While Bora took a moment in the bathroom, Yoongi and Tae sat on the other couch. Bora plopped between them, the only space left, as the opening credits began. 

Yoongi decided to focus on his breathing as Bora took her seat, but that only drew the scent of her light ambery perfume into his lungs. Bora leaned in to whisper, “What movie did you all decide on?”

Yoongi stuttered out the title of the movie as he steeled his nerves enough to look over at her. His eyes flicked to her freshly glossed lips, seeing them curve into a smirk as she watched him.

“Ooh haven't seen that one yet.” She patted his leg, and Yoongi could’ve sworn he heard her mumble ‘cutie’ under her breath.

At the end of the night, when all guests had figured out their rides home, Yoongi fell onto his bed with a huff. So much for losing this crush.

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Kinda (REALLY!) in the mood for werewolf bakery owner!Leo

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“Malen’kiy, some things, da, don’t work.”

Hush! I’ll have it make sense. I’ll be drawing mostly off of the small head canon I’ve already established for him, though.

In a nutshell, for those who’ve missed Conversations over Coffee, you live together with Leo in a big cottage in a more remote part of the Cotswolds. You’re his supervisor in the WHO’s reintegration program for the supernatural. He’s a fugitive werewolf who’s been given asylum and is slowly starting to warm up to you.

But now I’m thinking you also inherited, aside from the house, a rather dilapidated building in town from your late grandmother.

Having always loved baking, you’ve decided to pursue your dream and turn it into a bakery.

This is where Leo also comes in because he’s been a major help during the building’s renovation and setting up shop. Believe it or not, but he’s actually quite handy. 

However, he took the joke of ‘having to earn your keep’ literally, resulting in working himself to the bone.

“Leo, I didn’t mean it,’’ you told him when you finally managed to get him to sit down for a break. ‘‘I was just pulling your leg.”

“You weren’t.’’

“I was.”

“Net. I don’t remember you pulling on my leg.’’ He squinted, utterly confused. ‘‘You did not touch my leg.”

“Not literally! A joke, it was a joke! You don’t have to keep exhausting yourself like this. I’m grateful for your help, but I won’t turn you out if you don’t help out at all.”

“No, I will continue to help.” He looked into his tea cup, his voice lowered and his words slower. “Because this is my dream too.”

“How do you mean?”

You didn’t expect him to open up, knowing well how reserved he is. So it came as a surprise when he breathed in deeply and told you a bit about himself, his past.

“Back in Russia, I wondered what I do, net, would do without the KGB. I used to help my grandmother in her bakery, you know? Run around town delivering bread and pastries. It made me happy. But then you grow up and that happy little pup had to learn how to survive in a cold world.”

“I can’t bring back the boy you once were, but I’d very much like it if you’d become my business partner.”

“You would?”

“Fancy trying?”

He hummed then, one of the few times he’d shown his delight. “Da.”

Though he’s good at baking too, Leo busies himself with coffee and tea while you whip up pastries and cakes. Nevertheless, both of you make sure there’s plenty of Russian pastries (Leo’s territory you refuse to dabble in) to choose from too.

He has plans to teach you how to make his favourites, rogaliki & kartoshka. However, he’s still waiting for the right time and first wants to have more trust in you before he teaches you the recipes taught him by his mother and late wife, Raisa.

Yes, indeed, he’s a widower.

A secret he keeps safely locked away.

A burden he hopes to one day shed somehow.

Female customers go insane during the summer because Leo unconsciously shows off his sturdy and lightly tattooed arms. Usually he wears a long-sleeved shirt or a button-up one, of which he rolls up the sleeves. However, once it gets warmer, he’ll switch to T-shirts.

Which are all black, the only pop of colour being from the print on them.

Wee note on the tats: he’s gotten a couple more since he moved in, most of them on his upper arms and torso.

Prefers appointments on Sunday so you can tag along and it won’t interfere with business. Basically, he makes a day trip out of it.

Or a holiday for both of you to enjoy if the tattoo artist works in a studio that’s too far away.

Refuses to enlighten you about the reason why he got a sparrow on his left peck, right over his heart.

Nowadays often leans in closely when you’re taking orders at the till. Occasionally, at random and no matter the person, he’ll put one of his big wolf paws on your waist, just within sight of the customer.

Nonetheless, there’s a philosophy behind the new form of intimacy. The more he starts to trust you, the more he feels drawn to you.

You’ve given Leo a new chance at life and he’ll do his damned best to protect that.

But there’s one aspect of it he’s fiercer about than anything else.

You.

Because it means nothing to him if you aren’t there

With him.

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Tag Game To Better Know You! Send this to people you’d like to know better!

Oh, geez, so I’ve never really done one of these before haha but thank you to @draw-a-circle-thats-the-compass for the tag!

What book are you currently reading?

Unfortunately, I haven’t been reading much lately, but I am looking for suggestions! The last thing I read was Pox Americana by Elizabeth A. Fenn. It’s about the smallpox epidemic that hit North America around the time of the American Revolution and its effects, but it simultaneously takes you on a broader look at the impact, such as on Native American populations and the outbreak in Mexico City. Granted, it was for a class but a wonderful read that will make you not only think about history but reflect on the pandemic of today.

What’s your favorite movie that you saw in theatres this year?

…

Top Gun Maverick…I went and saw it three times with three different friend groups.

What do you usually wear?

Ah, well, the winter fit is usually sweatpants of some kind coupled with any random assortment of t-shirts, both short- or long-sleeved, then some kind of hoodie or jacket. I’ve been trying to break in a leather jacket though so that I can paint it! That thing is far comfier than it should be.

How tall are you?

5’ 5” or about 165 cm.

What’s your Star Sign? Do you share a birthday with a celebrity or a historical event?

I am a Cancer. I don’t really believe in astrology, but I know far too much about it because of friends. They tell me I am a “classic Cancer,” and I’m not sure if that’s good or bad. And I do! June 21. I share a birthday with Chris Pratt and the U.S. Constitution. It’s also the day the Sox pitcher Rube Foster no-hit the Yankees 2-0 at Fenway in 1916. Make of those what you please.

Do you go by your name or a nick-name?

I go by my nickname Jill, or Grem/Gremlin online. Call me whatever the hell you want though, I’ll reply regardless.

Did you grow up to become what you wanted to be when you were a child?

I wanted to be so many things as a kid. Astronaut, microbiologist, paleontologist, a whole plethora of other things… As long as it had to do with using my hands for something and getting to learn and sate my obnoxious curiosity, I would be happy. Doing archaeology checks all those boxes, so I can’t be mad! I’m a recent convert to anthropology and I love it. Learning more each day just makes me love how diverse the Earth and its inhabitants are. I’m a filthy optimist, okay?

Are you in a relationship? If not, who is your crush if you have one?

Single and vibing.

What’s something you’re good at vs. something you’re bad at?

I don’t think I’m much good at anything, but I guess I can draw! Would love to be better at writing.

Dogs or cats?

Don’t make me choose.

What’s something you would like to create content for?

To keep it in the scope of Hetalia, I would like to continue the historical fic I started writing centered around the American Revolution, as (early) American history is my secondary study. But I’m not confident in my skills enough to continue it. Forget posting it anywhere. But I had a prologue, first chapter, and second chapter in different states of completion before putting it down.

What’s something you’re currently obsessed with?

Cold War-era armor.

What’s something you were excited about that turned out to be disappointing this year?

My grades. [rimshot and laugh track plays]

What’s a hidden talent of yours?

I don’t think being ADHD-fueled human encyclopedia counts so…I can write with my toes. I can sing and play euphonium, too, I guess! Idk guys fr

Are you religious?

Not particularly. I am a very lazy pagan, at the very least.

What’s something you wish to have at this moment?

All my friends and mutuals with their fine asses right in front of me so that I can give them all ginormous, lung-squeezing, spine-cracking hugs. Y’all need to stop being gorgeous double-cheeked-up baddies on this Tuesday evening.

I’m nominating @sunnysssol @ironicorange @cicadatalia @magictrio1118 @sunnylolli @modernday-jay @abbittheturtle because you are all wonderful and are either close beloveds or super chill!