#it's been a while since i drew something and had an urge to draw something fantasy

[bunji-enthusiast]

Pssttt, I heard you were looking for some ideas for the insomniac cat. I got a idea that's been cooking fresh off the stove for you. Catnap has been taking care of a child he found still alive after hour of joy. Simply because unlike most of the kids he would always see in playcare, they weren't scared of him when they first saw him. Following this for background information. The day of the hour of joy was their first day in playcare, so they first saw him all covered in blood after the events of the hour of joy, and yet the reader just ran up to him cutely calling him a kitty as they cling to one his fluffy long legs. Giving catnap a soft spot for them, leading him to start taking care of the child. In present day catnap starts to notice how they haven't slept in days, the cat starts getting slightly concerned so he decides to use the red smoke on the reader so they would sleep. Though for the sake of the idea he isn't aware of the nightmares that the red smoke gives children, so when they start kicking and crying in their sleep the cat starts to panic slightly in his own way while trying to wake them up. Using any means he can to, once they wake up catnap just curls up around them like a fluffy protector vowing to himself in his head he won't use the red smoke on them again. I'm sorry this is long just had this idea cooking in my head for awhile, I hope your having a great day!

Trying To Dream

Note || oh this punched me in the GUT.

WC || 1,086

Sypnosis || In trying times, a cat does the best he can.

It was quite strange, since he had first found you. By no means was CatNap a stranger of caring for children, but you were uniquely different. You were just that, a child with no actual perception of the reality you had been faced with. At that, he felt a pang of guilt for suddenly plunging you into this place without any adult caretakers first and foremost. But he felt they had greatly deserved their place, to rest in the Hour Of Joy. 

When it had all taken place, he himself had rampaged alongside the other toys on his level. Even abolishing the Heretics that went against the Prototype’s rule, he simply was very thorough, cats are naturally akin to being able to notice and spot things. Not a single human soul had escaped his sight.

Yet it seemed he was practically proven wrong when you appeared in front of his very eyes, despite being covered in blood – you were enamored by CatNap.

CatNap’s tail swished and flicked about, prowling right behind his trail as he stopped suddenly in his designated tracks, hearing something out of his vision. “Kitty!” He looked down to see you running up to him, clinging to one of his elongated legs. He was confused for a moment, yet you appeared to be so adorable in his eyes.

Completely oblivious to what had occurred it seemed, you only saw CatNap. A very large kitty, but someone familiar to you. You wanted to cling to that warmth, the familiarity as you were a little nervous and scared before.

CatNap sets everything right for you, to your tiny little mind. Just a small child full of emotions, he felt so strongly in return. A tiny corner in the room of his hardened heart had grown soft, he grew soft at the sight of you. An instinctive familial urge in him to actually want to take care of you.

His head drew closer to the ground, hoping to get your attention. You giggle and smile, keeping onto his fur, instantaneously reminding him of all the children that he saw that came and went in Playcare. He wanted to protect that laughter, that absolute perfect smile of yours. 

You laugh, shuffling over to where CatNap’s head had hung, patting the area around his mouth and eyes. He wiggled and shuffled his head just a bit, hoping to at least draw some sort of reaction out of you (just so he can realize he wasn’t dreaming), “Oh, you look funny Kitty!” You grin, hands clamoring to his neck now. CatNap knew he was sure of it now, you didn’t seem to be panicking or in distress. Nothing of the sort he could indicate, you really were just happy to see him, simply it may be because of the fact he is a cat. By the way you react to him, you really liked cats, so this was an advantage on his part.

You weren’t scared of CatNap at all, that he was grateful for internally. Cause good grief, some memories of the children he had put to sleep before had left them with a bad impression of CatNap.

He didn’t want that happening with you.

CatNap’s tail stretched and stretched, wriggling its way over to you. You giggle at the funny sight, sitting down on the ground as you try to catch it, though it seems to have caught you instead. The tail wrapped around your waist, lifting you up with easing and laying you on the large purple kitty’s back.

“Ahaha! Maybe I should call you…” You pause for a moment, leaving CatNap to be silently concerned due to the length. “Stretchy kitty!” CatNap internally shrugs, leaving no room to be made as he began walking with you on his back, he was painfully aware of you as he didn’t want you falling off on accident.

CatNap in earnest has lost track of how long he had been taking care of you since you two had first met, you really had taken a liking to him.

Yet he took notice very quickly of the lack of sleep you didn’t have for the past few days, not getting the proper sleep and care a human needs can affect one detrimentally. He knows this too, remembering this from experience.

CatNap slinked through the entrance to his room, seeing that you were still at his bed doing your own things. Right now, you were drawing with crayons on a piece of parchment paper that he could find that wasn’t completely ruined. You were quite happy, content.

Your eyes seemed to be so sunken, your energy was low however. CatNap figured it was one of those days where you had a sudden burst of energy to do things. He figured he can help, CatNap knows his gas can put people to sleep.

So that is what he had absolved for, releasing the gas right around the room in your general vicinity. You had gotten so used to the feel of his presence you never looked up at him, just continuing to draw until you had felt very sleepy. Eyes closing and limbs go limp as you fell sideways, CatNap caught you with a swift movement of his tail, laying you gently on his bed.

He quickly went to find a blanket to cover you with, gently draping it over your small form. For a moment, you were silent, finally peaceful to actually get some sleep for the first time in days. Only then did CatNap have the morbid realization of what the side-effects of his Poppy Gas does.

All was peaceful for a good thirty minutes, until a cry broke him out of his nap. He looked around, then noticed your little legs and arms flailing about, not violently but noticeable enough to begin drawing concern from CatNap. He felt a pang of guilt bubble in his chest, nudging you almost roughly enough to get you to awaken. 

Your cries was something he didn’t want to hear again, his own gas caused you nightmares at the risk of just wanting you to actually get some sleep. 

“Ah, kitty!” You sniffle, rubbing your eyes as you cuddle up to CatNap. He in turn returns the sentiment, ears somehow pinned back just possibly enough to understand the emotion. CatNap folds in on both his front and hind legs, laying down completely.

From then on, there wasn’t a chance he was going to use the gas on you again. 

Not if it meant nightmares.

[serejae]

margaret

myung jaehyun x doodler!reader

syno; a pencil lead you to him now

a/n ; uncapitalization is intended, some kissing, inspired on our beloved summer besides the exes factor lol :-), enjoy

it was a late night, jaehyun wasn’t home yet and you couldn’t quite fall asleep yet. so you decided to kill two birds with one stone. ever since you were young you had a hobby of drawing, it was normal for you to get asked from people to draw them. unfortunately for them your drawings don’t focus on people but rather sights. as you organized your old drawings you came across a dusty folder hidden all the way in the back of your shelf, curious to see what it is you grab it and clear the dust off. the cover of the folder doesn’t go unnoticed with masking tape messily on it with the words “DO NOT OPEN. YOURE CRAZY.” written on top. you laugh to yourself slighty and take the risk going against your past self. when opening the folder a tiny pencil falls out and all the memories suddenly flash back. picking up the pencil, you immediately sit down and go through the folder.

-

it was almost 2 years ago. you were sketching in a cafe when you got distracted by your phone that you didn’t notice one of your pencils falling out of your pencil case. someone suddenly diverts your attention away from your phone. looking up you see the most (not even exaggerated) mesmerizing man, his lips turn up slight and he clears his throat “sorry for bothering you, but your pencil fell” he said with a slight blush on his face and reddish ears. you laugh slightly and thank him expecting that to be the end of your conversation but to your suprise he paused for a second thinking about what to say

“are you here alone?”

the wise answer wouldve been no, i mean you dont even know the guy

“yeah”

“can i sit?”

-

while reminiscing the moment you played with the pencil, the pencil was special, not only because it lead you to jaehyun but the steps it took to realize you loved him.

there were 2 drawings of jaehyun. the only drawings you ever drew of a person

-

drawing 1 .

its been 2 weeks since you met jaehyun. you both had been talking regularly and you hated it: not because you disliked him or anything but rather the opposite. you found yourself developing a

crush. :-/

as you sat at your table shaking your good pencil between your fingers staring at the blank paper that seems to be staring at you back. thats when you started imagining eyes, nose, lips, a face on the paper but not just anyones face. it was myung jaehyun’s. you never had the urge or willingness to draw a person but something inside your soul was telling you to. trying to push the thoughts back you starting thinking to yourself

“i don’t even remember his face accurately”

“its been 2 weeks pfft”

*ding*

pausing at the notification you flip your phone over and the screen illuminates.

myung jae !

**ONE NOTIFICATION **

“if your not too busy do you wanna ft?:p”

fuck.

before replying back (a obvious yes) you scramble your desk for the pencil he had handed you that day. the pencil was tiny, you kept it because you kept forgetting to throw it away but once you find it you reply with a

“sure”

cant seem too desperate right?

and as he calls you and the screens connect, your met with a familiar face and start doodling. focusing on his voice and you drew, you looked up every so often studying his face.

after finishing you date the corner and shove it in the back of your drawer.

-

drawing 2 .

your crazy.

its been 9 months since you first met jaehyun and it takes every muscle in you to not draw him. you can’t feed into your delusional or into the thought that you might have a crush on him. at this point its more then a stupid crush. you would say you just really really really like jaehyun but you guys werent even dating yet and thats the problem.

everyday for these past 9 months the two of you have become incredibly close, might i add a little too close.

all you could think about was him and normally in situations like this you would draw things you like to get your mind off of whatever you were stressed about which sadly wouldn’t work in this situation

as he was what you like and all you could think about.

after a hour on debating (3 minutes) you sigh and open your camera roll, opening the album “mjae<{3” your favorite photo of him, one you didnt even know you took but there was something different about the photo

his eyes.

theres no way he couldnt feel the same about you, right?

shut up.

you stopped the thoughts and started doodling, sketching all the details on his face. youve memorized his face probably more then your own now that you think about it.

adding the finishing touches and dating it, you back away from the paper and stare at it

how does he have you wrapped around his finger so well?

grabbing your phones you search variations of questions into google

“why cant i stop thinking of a guy”

“how to know if you like a guy”

“does my crush like me????” you made sure to find one made bv a guy to insure accuracy.

unfortunately the answers didnt help you

they all lead back to love

and thats when you realized

you don’t really like myung jaehyun

your inloveeeeeeee with myung jaehyun.

jumping onto your bed you scream into your pillow and go into a rage. scrambling around your room you find a folder, empty everything inside, get tape from your desk and aggressively put the tape on there. taking your marker you write “DO NOT OPEN. YOUR CRAZY.” you stuffed the current drawing in there as well dug in your drawer for the previous one. once inside you grab the pencil that started it all and put it inside too. then shoving it to the back of your shelf.

-

a year after meeting jaehyun thats when he finally asked you to be his partner, he had asked to meet in the same cafe you 2 had met. you arrived on time while jaehyun was a bit late, you didnt mind too much though. while waiting you scrolled on your phone when you suddenly heard a voice

“excuse me?

i think you dropped this.”

you look up confused and see a bouquet of flowers with a sticky note attached to it

“be my partner? (plz)” as well a silly drawing of you and jaehyun as cat and dog. looking up you see his familiar face that has a reddish tint

“of course.”

-

you hear the door open snapping you out of your thoughts

“baby? im home!”

“at my desk jae”

you hear him shuffe his way to your desk and kisses you on the head before looking at your desk

“oh look! its the pencil i gave back to you when we first met, you still have it?” he laughed, his eyes shift over to the two drawings on the table of no other then, him.

“woah…”

he said as he picked up the drawings seeing the dated marks

“these are amazing babe, but i thought you didnt draw people?”

you look down at the pencil and smile

oh you couldn’t wait to tell him the storied behind the drawings

you looked up at the sticky note on your wall before opening your mouth

“funny story…”

[dpr-stay]

Through the years | D.K

Doh Kyungsoo x f1driver!Reader

Warnings: Swears, a lot of crack

WC: 9.1k (ik, kill me now)

Howdy Cowpeople! This one is... hefty. This wasn’t supposed to be as long as it was but when I get in a groove... I think I made it obvious but I just wanted it to be over L O L. This one is pretty niche, but hopefully it can be enjoyed by both sides as it is a driver!reader.

(I didn't edit this, whoops)

2015

“Can you explain this picture?” The reporter asks, hovering in front of you with a phone in hand. The crappy quality is amplified as they have zoomed into the point where the picture is unrecognizable. You squint your eyes to see it and can’t make out quite what they’re trying to show.

“Sorry, w-what is that?” You ask, drawing back and squinting your eyes, resisting the urge to close them from exhaustion. Whoever decided it would be a good idea to do interviews after nearly 100 continuous laps in some barely held together race car with no break was a sadist. No other explanation.

“Oh! It’s a picture of you in a car with a guy.” The reporter said eagerly and shoved the phone your way. You briefly looked at the camera, an unimpressed look on your face, before turning back to the phone and squinting again.

You paused for a minute and drew back, your face still scrunched up, and exhaled.

“Nahhhhhh.” The drew out word left your mouth.

The reporter’s head tilted and they frowned.

“But it is! It’s you in Seoul after the Japanese Grand Prix!” He continued, looking very determined. You plastered a confused expression on your face.

“I’ve never been to Seoul before.” His face dropped and he turned back to his phone, as though trying to rationalize what he was hearing.

“Have you just taken a picture of… two random people in a car? To me it honestly doesn’t even look like anything cause it’s so zoomed in but to each their own.” You finished your words with a shrug.

“No, my source told me that that was 100% you! They said they saw you get in the car at the airport.” He continued on, undeterred by your flat disregard.

“I hate to say it, your contact’s wrong. I’ve never even set foot in the country.” You shrugged before turning to your PR manager who was gesturing for you to leave, with rather forceful movements. That was to clue you in that you were in trouble. With her personally or with the boss man, you didn’t know.

“Lovely to see you again, though.” You smiled and held your hand over. The interviewer tentatively took it and you exchanged good-byes before you turned around and left to go onto more interviews. The glance you exchanged with your PR manager told you that you were lucky you had not been caught out on your multiple lies and you heaved a sigh of relief to yourself.

Being the only female driver in a heavily male dominated sport was incredibly stressful. Add to that the eyes of reporters trying to find you doing anything remotely weird to spin it into a scandal and you had a lot of things to worry about. Especially since you had just started a relationship with a highly coveted Kpop singer which you were determined to keep under wraps.

You both had a bet running with each other. The first person to reveal the relationship would lose. There was no consequence but your pride, something which both of you had a bit too much of.

And so, a game was born. It simultaneously made you more careful of revealing your relationship while also making it a fun game.

This also meant that you had to start constantly lying to reporters to get out of tricky situations. Surely nothing bad could ever come from this.

2016: 

“How does it feel to be a key contender for the championship?” Asked a reporter, directing it to, of course, Lewis Hamilton, who was sat beside Daniel in a panel of drivers. You were sat on the other side of Daniel, the small desk in front of you reaching for miles on either side.

As Lewis gave the carbon copy response that he had given to every interviewer so far, Daniel leaned over to whisper in your ear.

“I’m surprised they haven’t called him out on that yet.” He then reached for his plastic water bottle and took a sip. You considered this for a second before leaning to his side and answered, not turning your face from the crowd of reporters.

“I’m surprised they haven’t called you out on your disgusting trim.” He jolted forward at this unprompted attack on his hair and the choking sound he emanated drew attention from all in the room, all watching him with curious eyes as he tried to regain his breath.

“You alright mate?” Lewis asked, one of his eyebrows arching.

“Y-yeah I’m fine.” Daniel replied, waving his hand, eager to have attention off of his spluttering. It took a while but eventually all the cameras were aimed back at Lewis, so Daniel took the opportunity to elbow you hard in the side, your reaction being to topple off your chair dramatically. Usually one for the dramatics, you’re not sure you’ve ever seen Daniel want the cameras off him so much. 

Hidden behind a small desk, you could only hear the questioning tones calling out your name and see Daniel’s slightly panicked face urging you to get up and back on your chair. With one single hand, you reached for the desk and slowly pulled yourself up.

You released a deep breath as you hauled yourself into your seat and turned to face the crowd of reporters who were looking at you. With a grand hand gesture, you motioned for them to continue with their interviews and turned slightly to Daniel with a smile. He shot you back an exasperated glance before your name was called from the crowd of reporters. You looked towards the reporter and he began speaking.

“So, as you’re the only female on the grid I feel the need to ask, if you could date any of the drivers, who would it be?” The eager face he had contrasted with your entirely unimpressed face. You could hear Daniel begin to start speaking and you could feel the defensive energy emanating from the rest of the drivers on the panel, but before any of them could interrupt with scathing criticism about the misogyny that permeated the question, you replied to the reporter.

“Literally none of them, I’d rather die.” Your response was met with general silence before Daniel started laughing as usual.

“Really? You wouldn’t fancy any of them?” The reporter asked, almost in disbelief.

“No!” You said almost equally in disbelief.

“I’m fine with what I have at home!” You added on after a second.

“Are you saying you’re in a relationship???” The reporter was on the edge of his seat, others shoving their microphones and cameras trying to get a good shot. You dramatically pondered that for a second before replying.

“I wouldn’t say that, I just have other things at home.” You said that and then leaned back, shrugged, and didn’t say anything else into the mic even at the reporters continual uproar as they took in the implications of that statement.

You, luckily, were able to avoid the increasingly weird questions by just not answering and smiling. You weren’t as lucky to miss the smirks thrown your way by the other drivers.

2017:

“It doesn’t count!” You said in disbelief, aiming it at the microphone of your phone.

“Mmm I’d say it counts.” Kyungsoo replied back teasingly, his voice echoing into your AirPods. 

“You can’t go back on your word!! You said it was fine last year!” You were sitting at a table in your company's hospitality, having a conversation with Kyungsoo on the phone, blissfully unaware of the interviews going on outside the building which had a clear view into the small area. 

“Yeah but it’s been two years, one of us has to call it quits soon.” Your face contorted before Kyungsoo quickly amended his statement.

“The bet! The bet! Sorry, that came out the wrong way.” 

You just shook your head, a small smile growing on your lips.

“You bastard, you had me a little worried.” He scoffed in response. He had been speaking quietly into the phone as he was hiding in a closet in the SM building, taking a break from practice to talk to you. A true charmer.

“As if.” He replied shortly, a loud scuffling heard on his side.

“One second.” He said, as a banging sound came through into your headphones.

“Come on Hyung! Get off the phone and come back before someone else finds you!” Kai’s voice could be heard through the door. A pause before the banging started again.

“Also tell her I said hello!” You giggled at the younger man’s words and Kyungsoo’s sigh in response.

“I’ll call you after the race, do your best, I love you.” Kyungsoo muttered into his phone before shouting back to Kai something about respect and to shut up. It just made you laugh more.

“I love you too, practice well and I’ll call you soon.” You finally said in response after the yelling died down.

“Bye.” He said before quickly tacking on another “love you” and then he hung up.

After he hung up you just stared at your screen for a second with a smile you would 100% not call radiant on your face. It was quickly wiped off when your PR manager popped up out of nowhere and started talking about interviews, causing you to switch to English as you stood up and followed him.

However, the interview still captured your little moment and the conversation preluding it. You knew this because, when you went back to your phone after the race, Baekhyun had sent you a picture of your smile through the tinted glass with a smirking emoji as well as a picture of Kyungsoo on the floor in the closet in the dark talking to you on the phone, not to mention the hounding you got at the next press conference.

2018:

You knew it was risky to do a live in your own apartment, especially since you were in a completely different country than where you were claiming you were.

But your PR team wanted you to do it, and you couldn’t exactly tell them no, even if you were currently lying to them about your circumstances. You were a bit worried that something unexplainable might happen like the South Korean national anthem suddenly blaring but what you weren’t worried about was the person who you were living with coming back and interrupting your live.

Kyungsoo was at practice and, while you were ok with him skipping it to talk to you on the phone, you didn’t want him to skip it now, as you had been promised a few days without any interruption if he went to every practice. So he was at practice and you were fulfilling all your expected PR duties for the next couple of days, which included the live.

Regardless of your hesitations, you set up your phone on your coffee table facing the entrance to your home and sat on the couch before turning on the live. Immediately people joined, flooding the chat and making your phone vibrate.

“Uhhh hello everyone.” You awkwardly greeted as you tried to think of things to say. Kyungsoo would be fantastic at this, you couldn’t help but think, always having to do live’s with his members.

“How’s everyone’s days been?” You settled on and watched the responses roll into the chat. You noticed a few drivers had joined your live and even a few of the boys from F2 and F3 were watching, which you thought was pretty nice of them considering it was mainly you rambling for around 30 minutes.

Your manager wanted you to do an hour minimum for the live and the time seemed to stretch for years, you continuously making small talk and occasionally replying to comments. You even snuck in a few jokes for the other drivers before, around the 55 minute mark, a sound came from your end.

You furrowed your eyebrows as you wondered where the noise was coming from, looking around the apartment. Quickly standing up, you looked around the apartment, making a lighthearted joke about ghosts as you nervously tried to find the origin of the sound.

You realised that sound was the wrong key being put in the lock as soon as you registered the sound of the correct key being put in.

As Kyungsoo opened the door, you made the biggest leap you think you have ever made. It would’ve had to have been around 4 meters surely. Somehow you had leapt onto the coffee table, knocking your phone down. Kyungsoo was staring at you weirdly as you violently gestured at him to shush. He raised an eyebrow.

“Are you ok?” He asked, his deep voice sounding as lovely as ever. You took a second, contemplating your options in this circumstance before coming to a logical conclusion.

You started to scream.

“GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!!” Kyungsoo’s face shifted to one of confusion as yours was full of desperation.

“YOU CRAZY PSYCHO! GET OUT!!” You continued to yell in perfect English, a contrast from his peaceful question, and gestured for Kyungsoo to close the door, which he did, albeit very confused.

As soon as he closed the door, you maneuvered yourself so that you weren’t facing him and quickly picked up your phone from underneath you.

“Oh my god, what just happened.” You said, showing the camera your roof. You picked up the phone and started fidgeting with it.

“‘Are you ok?’ Yeah I’m fine, I just gotta figure out how to change the locks. I’ll uh.. I’ll get back to you guys. See you later.” You said absentmindedly, as you ended the live.

You paused for a second, sat back on your heels, and sighed, staring up at the roof. The sound of footfalls reached your ears and you didn’t react when Kyungsoo placed a hand on your shoulder.

“I’m not losing this bet.” You mumbled, staring at the ground. An incredulous laugh left him at that as he reached his hand further and brought your face to look at him. A smile that there was no other way to describe but goofy was spread across his face.

“You’re still thinking of that?” He asked and you nodded.

“I take our bet very seriously.” You said before he slightly shook his head, gave you a kiss on the forehead, and moved towards the kitchen.

You picked yourself up and moved to the dining table as he started work in the kitchen. And, as he made a delicious dinner that you both enjoyed, you started to field off your PR team asking who was in your house and ignoring the comments wondering why the guy was speaking Korean in the middle of England.

2019: 

It was approximately ten minutes before you had to be in the car and ready to go, and you were half-way there. You had your fireproofs and race suit on and you were being herded towards your car by a crowd of engineers. Strategies and specifics were being directed at you and you could only nod and act as though you were absorbing what they were saying.

Even after four years on the job some people felt they just couldn’t rely on you. Honestly, they should just let you do your thing, you knew what you were doing. 

No! God, ever since Kyungsoo had joined the military you’d been irritable and quick to anger on the track. Your poor engineers were trying their best to get through to you, likely because they wanted to keep their jobs, but you’d been incredibly closed off since after you got back from the honeymoon. 

Oh yeah, you got married. During a break and right before Kyungsoo was scheduled to start his enlistment, you got married down in a small courthouse with only a few people from either side. You had your family, a few close friends, and a few drivers while Kyungsoo had his family, a few close friends, and the whole of EXO.

It was very emotional and intimate, but that was how you’d describe your relationship so you were very happy with it. You were also extremely happy with the week get-away in the middle of nowhere in New Zealand that followed after, a week of people not recognising both you, farmers markets, and sheep. Lot’s of sheep.

But ever since he’d flown off to do his duty to his country (and shaved his head, no one should look that good with a shaved head) and you’d flown to your next race, you’d been incredibly… angry.

You didn’t know if it had to do with not seeing Kyungsoo for the better part of two years or having that split immediately after the wedding, but what you did know was that it was affecting your racing so you had to snap out of it.

Being dragged back to the present you quickly hopped in the car and performed all of your checks on the steering wheel and adjusted things while people flitted around outside the car, adjusting things and making sure the car was in proper state.

After a quick radio check, the call to start up for the formation lap (you were in P11 after a pretty dodgy qualifying) was relayed and all around you could hear car’s engines coming to life. You glanced at your engineers and snapped down your visor at their nod, starting the car.

Before you pressed the throttle something quickly came to mind. You rapidly gestured for one of your engineers to come close to you, incredibly conscious of all the cars revving around you. The poor engineer almost sprinted to you as you started to fiddle with the zip of your racesuit, the gloves you were wearing prohibiting you from unzipping it.

The engineer's face was comically concerned and he slowly reached forwards before you looked up and grabbed his outreached hand. His face immediately went to one of shock as you made his hand grab the zip and unzip the front part of the suit.

Choosing to ignore the cameras capturing this interaction you continued unzipping it till it lay around your collarbones, hoping the cameras don’t catch any of your naked shoulders. The engineer's face then relaxed as he saw the necklace around your neck and he quickly reached in, almost leaning over the car, to move your necklace around your neck till the latch was in front of him.

He cautiously unlatched the necklace before zipping up your race suit. You immediately relaxed as the pressure around your neck was relieved. Before he could retreat back to the crowd of engineers, you grabbed the hand that wasn’t holding your necklace and slapped it appreciatively with your other hand.

He retreated as you powered up the car and started to move it forwards, letting all the cars that needed to go before go before you started to move. 

Your team radio started up as you were leaving the pit lane.

“You all had us very confused there.” Your race engineer said as you started your cruise around the track. 

“Yeah, sorry I completely forgot about it. But I thought it was better to take it off.” You said, pressing down on the throttle. 

“He better not lose that though. I want that back at the end of the race.” You subtly threatened, suddenly thinking of the rings that were attached to the necklace. You hoped that maybe the cameras hadn’t seen your wedding and engagement rings but you knew there was no chance they hadn’t not captured it. Oh well.

“I don’t know if you’ll get it back by the end of the race.” Your engineer said, her tone almost sarcastic. 

“What’s that mean?” You asked, letting the car cruise.

“You’ll probably be killed by your PR team first.” She said bluntly. So bluntly it made you laugh. 

“I’ve got a race to focus on.” You reminded her, leaving out the part that you had a race to think of an excuse as to why you have two rings attached to a necklace around your neck.

And you did think of an excuse, wearing the necklace proudly during post-race interviews and saying it was a family heirloom that had been passed on to you by your grandma whenever you were questioned about it.

The moment still went viral though, people questioning the relationship between you and the engineer. It went viral enough to that you had to suffer through teasing by Daniel and his accomplice Max Verstappen (you didn’t know how the kid knew you were married but you suspected it had something to do with an annoying Australian) not to mention the shit being talked in the EXO group chat you were in.

I mean seriously, all of those guys are millionaires, does Chen have nothing else to do with his time than bully the wife of his bandmate?

2020: (sorry Alex)

Somehow you got signed to RedBull on a year contract. Not to say you weren’t grateful for the opportunity but you were definitely a bit confused. But anyway, you let bygones be bygones and now you had a 22 year-old dutch nuisance under your wing.

He was a great kid but god, was he traumatized. You were convinced he’d never seen a healthy family dynamic, so you were more than happy to let him see how you and Kyungsoo functioned. Or at least how you functioned when he was not in the military.

You kind of felt like a life coach for the kid, telling him when he was being taken advantage of or when he should continue with something. You’d been woken up plenty of times in the middle of the night by him drunkenly whining into the phone about wanting to go “home”, something neither of you commented on when he woke up on your couch the next day.

So, safe to say, you’d practically adopted a child without the permission of your husband.

This extended to on the track as well, you’d gotten into a few mild disagreements with Jos Verstappen after his cruel comments which often involved you looking at him angrily and him shit-talking you in interviews about you being a woman. You’d often have to refrain from saying that you’d always be more of a man than him, but alas, you didn’t want to get kicked from your seat.

You knew that Max was extremely appreciative of your dynamic, even commenting on it a few times during interviews, saying that he was very happy to have you as a teammate. After that interview you almost felt like you and his lover, Daniel, were able to give him some sort of an idea of what a normal family relationship should look like.

This sentiment was definitely reinforced when a loud knocking on your Monaco apartment door happened in the early afternoon. It was a weekend with no race, so you were soaking in relaxation. You were having a nice bubble bath after having read for the whole morning, so you were hesitant to hop out of the bath. 

The knocking persisted however, and with a sigh, you got out of the bath and wrapped a bathrobe around you before loudly yelling you’d be a minute. You tugged on some sweats which weren’t yours and put your hair in a towel before eventually making your way to the door. 

You might’ve taken more than a minute, but it didn’t matter when you opened the door and were greeted with the image of Max Verstappen on his knees, face pressed into the expensive hallway carpet. What a sight to see, the prodigy and most highly anticipated driver of his time, lying face-first on the floor.

“What the fuck?” You asked, immediately crouching down to his level after a quick glance to see that none of your neighbors had left their apartments to check on the banging (pretentious, self-concerned people). 

You rolled him over, your confusion doubling as you took in the remorseful look etched across the young man's face, almost tripling as you took in the barely concealed tears in his eyes. Your heart ached though and you pulled him up so that he was sitting on his knees.

“I’m so sorry.” He muttered as your face contorted in confusion. What had happened? “Come inside Max.” You said quietly, helping him up from his spot on the floor and leading him inside, locking the door after you both. Leading him to the couch, you left him after putting the throw blanket over his shoulders, and went to make both of you a tea.

You noticed your phone constantly vibrating on your kitchen counter and quickly chucked it on do not disturb, not checking the notifications because you were more concerned with your teary teammate. 

After grabbing the teas you made your way to the couch, setting them down on coasters on the coffee table, before sitting on the edge of the ‘L’ piece of the couch, so you were facing Max. You grabbed his hand from his lap where he had been nervously picking at his nail beds.

“What’s wrong Max?” You asked calmly, bringing his hand to your lap to stop him from hurting himself. He looked up at you, a few tears having rolled down his cheeks. 

Whatever had happened had fucked him up. You didn’t think it was a fight with his dad, he’d sadly become pretty unresponsive to those. You briefly considered him losing his seat but shook that off, he was doing exceptionally well. 

Maybe you’d lost your seat and he was sent to deliver the news. That would make more sense, especially as your phone was blowing up. You hadn’t been performing very well, but you didn’t think they’d drop you from your seat midway through the season, especially during a season as turbulent as this one.

It was the only reason that made sense though, so you prepared yourself for the news that you would be unemployed. Maybe you’d go back to F2 or maybe IndyCar? Or you could just move to South Korea and live there permanently, letting Kyungsoo fulfill his passion for acting and singing while you did a few kart races to occasionally quench your thirst for adrenaline. 

That actually didn’t sound too bad, though you’d definitely have to discuss it with Kyungsoo when he got back from enlistment, which meant around 5 months of unemployment. But hey, you had the money and so did Kyungsoo.

Max snapped you from your thoughts of the future by clearing his throat.

“You don’t know?” He asked, curiously glancing up at you. You furrowed your eyebrows.

“No…” You said, conveying your confusion. “Should I?” 

“Have you checked your phone recently?” Yep, you were definitely getting fired. You should probably start packing now. Maybe Daniel could get his seat back? You shook your head in response to his quiet question.

“I’ve just been reading all morning.” Max nodded, a small ‘ah’ leaving his mouth as he stared at the floor. He reached for his tea, his hand leaving your lap. You narrowed your eyes at that, following his movements as he sipped, a gasp immediately leaving his throat as he burnt it.

You immediately cussed and sprung up from your couch to grab a glass of cold water, running back to the couch and giving it to Max, watching as he gulped down the glass. When he finished he turned back to you and thanked you, before pausing for a second and bursting into another round of tears. You placed a hand on his shoulder.

“You’re really freaking me out Max. Can you please tell me what’s wrong?” You asked gently, trying to make him catch your eye.

“Promise you won't hate me?” His small voice asked and you internally crumpled at his vulnerable question. Honestly you never thought you’d end up gentle-parenting a teammate like he was a child of yours, especially since you were only like 5 years older than him, but here you were, caring for him like family.

“Yes, I won’t hate you Max.” You repeated as he finally caught your eye. He took a deep breath before starting to speak.

“I was doing an interview for the press and they started asking questions about other drivers and my relationship to them. They then asked about you and I said that I’m really close to you and etcetera.” Ok, seems pretty normal so far. At least you weren’t getting fired, hopefully.

“And they asked if I see you more as a mother figure or a romantic interest.” He said before quickly turning his eyes away. This confused you before you clued in.

“Oh Max.” You said quietly and he turned back to you. “I’m flattered you feel that way but I am married and I am loyal-”

“No, no, no!” He said, louder than he’d ever spoken in the time since he was on the floor. His cheeks had turned bright red as he looked in your eyes.

“No, I didn’t say that I saw you romantically!” He quickly amended and you breathed a sigh of relief, smiling.

“Ok, that’s good! I didn’t want our friendship to be awkward.” You said, looking at him for a response. He just grimaced and averted his gaze. You gestured for him to go on confusedly and he began speaking again.

“And I said more like a mother-figure.” A statement which made you feel positive things you don’t want to address. “Then I may have accidentally said that, even though I haven’t met him, I see your husband as more of a father-figure as well.” He quickly rushed the last part out and you sat, stunned. 

The room went silent while you processed what he told you. Fuuuuckkk. How much trouble were you going to be in? I mean the team knew, but this wasn’t something you could pass off as your grandmother's rings. This was undeniable proof that you had a husband. God press days were going to suck after this unless you could somehow make an excuse.

As time went on he seemed to collapse in on himself, the energy quickly switching to something you didn’t like.

“To be honest I thought you were going to tell me I’d lost my seat.” You said and Max’s head snapped up. “What?” He asked, disbelieving.

“Yeah I know, crazy.” You laughed, dragging out the last word, trying to establish a more relaxed aura in the room.

“No, why haven’t you kicked me out yet?” It was at times like this you really wanted to punch Jos Verstappen in the face. You made an over exaggerated confused face, hoping the fact that that had never gone through your mind was on display in your face.

“Max, why would I do that?” You asked, your voice very quickly becoming soothing.

“Why aren’t you mad at me? You’ve spent years hiding this! You should be yelling at me!” He said, standing up. You tried, in vain, to get him to sit down by gently calling him, but he started pacing.

“I’ve just ruined your chances at revealing this yourself, at ever having another peaceful day in your marriage, and all you can do is make a joke?!” He almost started yelling, clenching his fists. You got fed-up and yelled his name, calling his attention to you.

“You’re in my house as my guest. You will not tell me what to do or how to handle situations. Sit your ass down.” You yelled, your voice incredibly commanding. He followed your instructions and sat smally in front of you.

“Max. It was eventually going to come out. I don’t mind. I’d much rather it come off handedly from you than maliciously leaked by a random instagram page.” You said and he looked up, almost looking close to tears. You frowned before bringing the boy up into a hug. You stayed like that for a few minutes before you had to ask a question.

“You didn’t reveal who he was though, no?” You asked, still in the hug. You felt Max shake his head and you silently fistpumped behind his back. It wasn’t your fault, so it technically didn’t count and you hadn’t lost the bet.

You were right, by the way, press days were soon filled with questions about your mystery husband instead of your racing. But it was fine, you were somehow able to twist it as though you’d made a joke about having a husband and Max took it seriously.

Phew.

2021: (sorry latifi)

“And so today you will be reacting to fan edits of yourselves!” The lady behind the camera finished, prompting you and George to look at eachother. It was early in the season and, even though you’d raced together for a few years, you weren’t exactly close, being that before pre-season meetings, you hadn’t ever talked. At all.

This meant he didn’t know much about your personal life or the whole ‘husband’ thing. Which was fine, you’d tell him in your own time, when you felt your friendship was strong enough. He seemed to be a great kid, though you were determined to not adopt another grown child, especially after the look you got from Kyungsoo when you mentioned the fact you may have ‘accidentally’ had Christmas with Max Verstappen.

But hey, they had finally met during February and it was almost like a Dad saying that his daughter can’t adopt a cat while simultaneously cuddling with the cat. Kyungsoo, against his better judgment, had instantly attached to Max and now you were battling for the position of being his favourite driver. Which you were totally not bitter about (you said your favourite EXO member was Sehun in retaliation and he changed your mind very quickly).

Back to the present, the people behind the camera placed a tablet on the table in front of you. It was open on the photo gallery and you could already see some very flattering videos saved to the device.

“You wanna go first?” You asked, and George nodded before picking up the tablet and scrolling through the photo library. He closed his eyes and landed on one. Loud music immediately began playing from the device, you think ‘London Boy’ by Taylor Swift, and you both watched in varying states of horror as photos and clips of him flashed on the screen.

As the video ended you both accidentally made eye-contact. Now, as an almost 28 year old woman, the simple gesture of looking into your teammate's stricken eyes should not have made burst out laughing as hard as you did. But, god, George’s eyes were expressive. In fairness he also did laugh, though he probably was confused as to why you were laughing so much.

After you caught your breath you could only utter out,

“Your face...” Before peeling back into giggles again. He started laughing again as well before putting the tablet down. In doing so, he accidentally swiped the tablet and the Backstreet Boys started playing, an edit of the 2019 rookies playing as the video.

This chain event caused you to start gasping, the sheer ridiculousness of the videos catching up to you. George only took one look at the tears forming in your eyes before he was also wheezing out harsh breaths from laughing.

It took around 2 minutes for you to look at each other without laughing and, for you both to be able to pick up the tablet without giggling, it took another minute or so. You eventually began scrolling through the tablet, laughing at some and ‘aww’-ing at some of the sad ones. 

Eventually a video came up with the background music to ‘Give it to me’ by Sistar, an edit of you that was hot but had you gasping at the lyrics.

“What?” George looked over to you, curious as to why there was another noise that came out of your mouth than laughing or a strained ‘why?’.

“The audacity!” You said, as the music continued playing.

“What..?” George asked, more confused than previously.

“Do you want to know the lyrics they’ve just edited me to?” You asked, looking over at him, your voice pretending to be offended.

“What?” He said, his tone changing again to have a sort of goading lilt.

“Will I even get married before I turn thirty.” You said with an air of finality, turning to glare at the camera, your jaw dramatically hung open. George gasped mockingly.

“How dare they!” He said sarcastically and you nodded eagerly.

“I know right!” You responded beginning a stereotypical mean girl impression. “How dare they!” After that little fiasco, you both kept scrolling and laughing (a notable example of this being when an edit of George crying came up, him pushing your shoulders as you continued to laugh). 

Eventually the video was being wrapped up and George was preparing to do a sort of sign off when he paused and turned to you.

“I know we aren’t incredibly close…” He started and you prepared for a multitude of questions. You didn’t know him well enough to predict what he might say, so you went over your predisposed answers to questions in your head.

You knew he wouldn’t ask anything uncomfortable, like about your relationship status, or anything really weird, like how many socks do you wash at once. But that left a gaping probability for mildly-weird or mildly-uncomfortable questions. You hoped he wouldn’t ask that, but you were still prepared to be asked if you threw out your receipts or kept them.

“But I didn’t know you knew Korean. How did you learn?” 

Oh. Fuck.

You did not have an answer for that. How the fuck did you not have an answer for that? You definitely should have had an answer for that. Oh wait, you didn’t have an answer because you promised yourself not to tell anyone that you could speak Korean so that you didn’t get that question!

The real, close-friends answer was that Kyungsoo had taught you over a range of years and that you’d taken courses so that you’d be able to talk to his friends and family. However you didn’t have a PR approved answer because you’d never thought that you’d need one. Time to put your problem solving skills to the test. 

“Uhhhhh…” You said, staring confusedly at George, aware of the seconds that had passed while you were internally monologuing. You hoped your expression didn’t convey the level of gob-smacked that you felt but you think it did because George’s face contorted to be one of worry.

“If that’s a sensitive topic or something you don’t have to answer!” He quickly said as though he was trying to fix the situation. You’d later learn the George thought before your video that you were kind of ‘fucking terrifying’ (his words) and that he was scared he’d screwed up by asking you this and one of his ‘hero’s’ (his words) wouldn’t ever want to talk to him again. 

“Nah, nah. It’s ok.” You waved him off, desperately trying to think of something. Oh! You knew exactly what to say.

“Basically I just have this really good friend who is Korean and I asked him to teach me for fun.” You said simply, before realising that wasn’t good enough considering your reaction.

“I was trying to hide how good I’ve gotten to try and surprise him but I guess it’s ok.” You said, a small smile on your face. George relaxed from his tense state and nodded, a small smile playing onto his lips as well.

“Ah that’s cool. Sorry to spoil the surprise.” You waved him off again and he continued the video’s outro.

Another good save, you really oughta be hired to problem-solve. And by problem-solving you mean lying to the media. And George. Poor George. 

2022: (yeah the timelines don’t match, don’t call me out pls)

A loud banging sounded against your hotel door. You groaned, dropping the book onto your chest from where you held it up. Glancing angrily at the door, you rolled out of bed and stomped over to the entrance. You ripped open the door and prepared to start reaming the person on the other side before letting out a high-pitched scream.

You were in Japan for the Suzuka GP. You always didn’t like the Japanese GP because, even though you were incredibly close to Kyungsoo, your schedules never lined up so you could never see him. 

That fact really grinded your gears, but it’s what you get when you try to schedule something with SM Entertainment. A decisive ‘No.’ What a great company. To be honest, was Willaims really any better?

No. No they weren’t. That mere fact infuriated you enough to make you scream. However, it wasn’t the reason you were currently screaming. That was because, standing in your doorway in the middle of the team hotel, was Kai. 

You hadn’t seen him in a few months, you both had busy schedules, so the man appearing on your doorstep was miraculous. You didn’t think of why he was there, or how he got there. You just threw your arms around him and gave him a hug.

“Oh my god!” You screamed, before immediately regretting it and quickly pulling him into your hotel room before someone came out of their rooms and wondered why he was in front of yours.

“Hi!” He said, laughing as he let himself be pushed into your room despite the fact he could pick you up and throw you.

“What are you doing here?” You asked changing your pulling into a hug, squeezing the younger man as though he was your child. You had a serious problem with that, treating men almost your age as children. But Kai was more of a brother than a child, to be quite frank. That distinction just meant that he really really bugged you.

“I have a concert tomorrow and I thought I might just stop in.” He said, a smile on his face. “Though it is only me, sorry.”

“That’s ok!” You said, still in disbelief one of your closest friends was on your doorstep.

“Does Kyungsoo know?” Kai smirked in response to your question. That was answer enough in itself and you slapped Kai on the shoulder.

“You should’ve told him! He might’ve come.” Kai gasped in mock offense.

“What am I not good enough? Would you really prefer your husband that much?” He continued in mock offense and you dead-panned him. He just laughed in response.

“I did have to tell the company I was coming though, and they asked me to film a TikTok with you.” He quickly rushed out and you groaned, staring at the sky. What was up with all of these people wanting you to do TikTok’s?! You had all of your team's PR people constantly chasing you with a camera and now you had Kai asking for a video.

“Fine.” You ground out and Kai grinned, purposely ignoring your annoyance.

“Fantastic!” He said and quickly whipped out his phone, launching into his plans of what to film. Your only artistic input was that he had to cool it on the filters or else you wouldn’t film. 

The video started with the familiar sound of Peaches by Kai and a hand knocking on your hotel door, you opening the door curiously. As the chorus sounded, you recorded Kai dancing in your doorway, incredibly aware of the chance of any of your colleagues walking into the hallway and wondering what the fuck was going on.

The video continued after the chorus, Kai recording you slamming the door in his face with a confused expression. The video then ended with a still image of the both of you doing a heart together with your hands and you let Kai go rampant on the filters, hearts and sparkles flying around on the screen. 

When you watched it back, Kai waiting at your side eagerly to see your reaction, you did your best to hide the laughing fit you had in reaction to the monstrosity. You couldn’t quite hide the gasps that were leaving you though and Kai frowned.

“It’s perfect. I love it.” You said, through your giggles and he smiled.

“I know. It’s fantastic.” You only nodded because you couldn’t trust yourself to talk, a small whine escaping through your lips at the struggle of not laughing.

“Do you want to see the caption?” He asked and you violently nodded your head. 

“Please.” 

“P15 but still P1 EXO-L.” He read out and you just hung your jaw open. “You bastard!” You laughed out. 

“I put it in Korean as well.” Your only response was to hit him, hard, while still laughing and shaking your head.

“Should we run it by your PR team before posting?” Kai asked, taking a serious note. You looked to him and sucked in air through your teeth.

“Nahhhh.” You replied and he shrugged, and clicked post.

“I should probably tell Kyungsoo you were here before he finds out through the internet.” You said, reaching for your phone. Kai nodded vehemently.

One phone call later, an angry Kyungsoo and an apologetic Kai later, the TikTok was making its rounds and your phone was blowing up, your poor PR agent about to have a heart attack.

On that delightful note Kai left your hotel room, farewelled with a minute long hug and a well-wish for his concert, and you were left to phone your PR agent who just screamed into the phone for 10 seconds before actually speaking.

Of course, during the press releases for the rest of the season, you talked about how much of an EXO-L you were and how close of a friend you were to Kai. This didn’t come without dating rumours but, due to one poorly angled camera shot of your disgusted face when a reporter suggested dating to your face, that was shut down pretty quickly. 

Still no one had shipped you with the other EXO members though, so you weren’t even close to losing the bet. (Though you had been asked which EXO member was your favourite, which you responded to with a smirk.)

2023:

It was a good race, you finishing P4 which was a huge improvement since last season. Your team was on top of the moon as were you, smiling from ear to ear. You were currently in the press area, getting asked questions left and right about the car and your performance.

You were adequately responding to each question, sometimes looking questioningly your PR agent when you weren’t sure how to respond. A loud crash sounded through the area that drew the attention of most in the area as a reporters chair fell to the ground. They had jumped up at something on their phone and, like everyone else in the pen, you were wondering what had them so fired up.

Then their eyes darted up and made eye-contact with you. Your internal monologue quickly changed from questioning to a repeated loop of ‘Oh no. Oh no.’ as they advanced your way, moving like a predator stalks their prey. They thrusted their phone under your nose, the shitty little mic attached to it capturing every breath you took and the many cameras in the area capturing your wide eyes.

The reporter addressed you by name before starting to speak.

“Do you know of a man by the name Doh Kyungsoo?” They asked and your world cracked. What on earth had happened? How did they know? All you knew was that it was time for the one acting class your mum had made you take to try and sway you from racing to come to full effect.

“I think he’s from that band Kai’s in, yeah?” You responded after a second of fake pondering. The reporter's eyes narrowed like a hawk.

“You wouldn’t say you were close? Not close enough to get married perhaps?” The reporter asked, clearly trying to stir the pot. Oh my god, was this a prank? How the fuck did they know? How were you supposed to play this off? Would this jeopardize your career?

“Uhhm no…?” You said, incredulously, fixing them a scandalized stare. They sarcastically nodded.

“Oh really? Then what’s this?” They said and shoved their phone closer to your face till you saw a picture of you and Kyungsoo on your wedding day. How did they get this? Had one of your small circle leaked something?

You tried not to let the bewilderment you felt show on your face.

“I’m sorry? Are you trying to pass this off as real? It’s obviously photoshopped! I’m so tired of people trying to fabricate a story of me dating every person I’ve interacted with!” You finally snapped, letting a few years of pent up tension out in this moment. The reporter only continued to smirk.

“Oh really!” They said and you wanted to punch them and their snooty little face. To try and display this, your face fell into one of contempt.

“Is that why this image was posted to Doh Kyungsoo’s official instagram account with the caption ‘Sorry for making you lie to the press for eight years!’?” 

They got you there, dam.

Your jaw dropped open, the corners of your mouth rising at the pure hilarity of this situation.

“Excuse me?” You asked, grabbing the phone off the reporter and tapping back onto the post. They were right, Kyungsoo had posted to his official instagram that exact post. It was a carousel post with pictures taken of when you’d lied to the press about him, from the initial lying about being in Seoul to a picture of your ringed necklace to a picture of you smirking after being asked which EXO member was your favourite.

You couldn’t help but release a laugh, your hand traveling to cover your open mouth. Why did he post this? 

Wait.

This meant you won the bet. Your head shot up to stare at a camera.

“I won the bet.” You said quietly. The reporter snatched their phone back and stared at you confused. 

“What?” They asked and you whipped your head to them, a large smile spreading across your face.

“I won the bet!” You said eagerly, reaching out to grab their shoulders and rock them back and forth.

“I won the bet!!” You ignored how they shook you off, turning to your PR Agent instead and grabbing them and lifting them up. They hurriedly tapped your back as you lifted them, as though signaling you to drop them, but you ignored that and started spinning them around. 

“I actually can’t believe it, oh my god!” You snapped out of it and dropped your PR Agent, immediately running out of the media pen and back to your driver room, pulling your necklace out of your racesuit and pulling your rings off, placing them back on their correct fingers.

You quickly packed everything up, ignoring the ringing of your phone as your team tried to get you to go to more press conferences and briefings, and you got out of there, on the first plane to Seoul you could book.

When you arrived, after a long plane trip filled with excitement and pictures being taken of you, decked out in your team's merchandise as you sat buzzing in your seat, your phone was completely blowing up, messages from everyone in your contact list and more. You turned it off (you’d deal with it later) after calling an uber to your apartment.

You were jittery the whole ride, hoping that, despite the time of night, Kyungsoo was still awake. When you arrived outside your apartment building, you felt all the tension in your body ease, and you looked up to see the light on in your window. You smiled and took your suitcase handle in hand and ventured into the building, greeting the old lady at the desk.

Riding the lift up to your apartment nearly had you pacing and you almost ran down the hallway towards your door, quickly knocking. You felt the reverberations in the floorboards as Kyungsoo walked over to the door and a sense of euphoria filled you at the familiarity.

The door was barely open before you launched yourself at Kyungsoo, his heavenly laughter filled your ears as he caught you. You quickly found yourself in a kiss before pulling back and peppering kisses all over his face, finding his giggles more lovely than his singing.

You both pulled back just to look in eachothers eyes and you smiled simultaneously. 

“I love you.” You muttered, the happiness from the day finally catching up to you.

“I love you too.” He whispered, tilting his head before going in for another kiss. 

“You know.” He began later that night, when you were just lying in bed cuddling together. You turned your head from its position on his chest to look at him, his eyes remaining on the roof.

“I think I won in the end.” You immediately reared your head back, prepared to object at the sheer wrongness of his answer. He anticipated this though and dropped his hand from where it was combing through your hair to your mouth. He also dropped his head as to make eye contact.

“You stuck by me through everything. Even though you had to lie almost every day and had to listen to millions of rumours about me with other people, you still stayed with me. You learned a whole other language just to know people who knew me. Nothing I will ever say will ever put into perspective how much I appreciate what you’ve done for me. The way you’ve loved me will be comparable to nothing other than how much I’ve loved you.” His heartfelt speech made your head vibrate and a few tears left your eyes at his words, him kissing each one away. 

You whined deep in the back of your throat and he released a laugh at your response. 

“You could’ve just said ‘I love you’.” You said quietly.

“That’s true too.” He said, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

ahh it's over! dividers from this post btw, it's 11:59 pm let me sleep.

[phanchester]

VAMPIRE MOON

Just as it was written by @amazingphil with no additional edits

Chapter 1: Lunar Fusion

The moon hung low in the sky, its eerie glow casting long shadows across the abandoned streets of Sunnydale. Oz had finished his show at the Bronze and rather than going back to his dorm he found himself prowling the alleys, his senses heightened by the full moon’s pull. It wasn’t fully out yet but he could feel the primal draw of the wolf within. He could feel the beast within him stirring, yearning to be unleashed. But there was something else tonight, something that set his instincts on edge.

Spike.

The vampire had always been a wild card, unpredictable and dangerous. But there was a magnetism between them, a primal attraction that Oz couldn’t deny. And tonight, under the watchful eye of the moon, that attraction would lead them down a path neither could hve foreseen. 

Oz found him lurking in the shadows, his eyes gleaming with hunger. There was a hunger in those eyes that mirrored Oz’s own, a hunger for power and control.

Without a word, Oz moved closer, his heart pounding in his chest.

“Spike,” Oz breathed, his voice low and husky with desire. “What are you doing here?”

Spike smirked, his fangs glinting in the moonlight. “Just out for a stroll, love. Fancy some company?”

Oz hesitated for a moment, the beast within him urging him to run. He knew Spike could kill him instantly without setting off the government chip nestled in his brain, but there was something about Spike, somethin that drew him in despite the danger. 

With a nod, he stepped closer, his pulse quickening with anticipation

“Sure,” Oz said, his voice barely above a whisper. “Why not?”

They entered a graveyard and Spike started to point to graves of nobles he had killed over 100 years ago.

“That one owed me bloody money”

“He tasted delicious”

“He was hot and also tasted delicious”

Oz couldn’t help but notice Spike was only pointing out the graves of guys he’d killed but this talk of another guy being hot awakened something he had himself too. Oz’d experimented with a few guys but it had been a while since he’d felt that draw, was it the moon, was it Spike’s charisma? Was it both? Something was pulling him towards the 150 year old vampire.

They reached a clearing and the moon got even higher in the sky

“Getting a bit prickly hamster boy?” Spike grinned.

“I have an hour or so left” Oz repleid.

“Shame to ruin those jeans when you rip out of them”

As they turned towards the mauseleoum, Spike shoved Oz hard into the wall and started kissing him. Oz was startled but kissed back but it wasn’t his human side in charge - he had started to change. And with that, as if called by the moon Oz’s transformation into his wolf form had begun

Before he got too hairy, Spike lunged forward, his fangs sinking deep into Oz’s neck. The pain was intense, but so was the pleasure as Oz felt himself being consumed by the darkness. 

But as Spike drank the band members blood, something unexpected happened. Oz felt his body contort and twist, his bones shifting and reshaping themselves into something new and terrible. When Spike finally pulled away, Oz was no longer just a werewolf - he was something more. 

He was a VAMPIRE WOLF, something new, something exciting..

His fur was now a dark shade of midnight black, sleek and shimmering in the moonlight. His eyes shone a fiery gold. His eyes glowed with an otherworldly light, brighter than the moon. And his fangs were longer and sharper than ever before, gleeming with a deadly beauty. 

“What… what have you done to me?” Oz gasped, his voice a mix of fear and wonder. 

Spike grinned, his eyes burning with triumph. 

“I’ve given you what you’ve always wanted, mate. Power. Strength. Immortality…I guess with a furry twist”

Oz howled up to the full moon as his eyes turned crimson red. This new form of evil was consuming him. His still bare back started to split and deep crimson wings sprouted from between his shoulder blades.

“Oh bloody hell what is that” Spike shreiked as Oz’s new wings started to flap

And as the moon shone down upon them, casting it’s eerie light over their twisted forms, Spike and Oz embraced their new existence, bound together by the primal forces that had brought them together.

Before they could share another moment…

Oz took flight.

[wolken-himmel]

In which Floyd and (Y/n) get a little bit too distracted during a lesson. Doodling was fine, but messing up a potion?

Well, Floyd seems suspiciously happy to get detention with (Y/n).

Requested by @xantique-dust-bunnyx.

And again, there was this jab to your side that prevented you from properly paying attention to Crewel's alchemy lesson. Whatever the professor was writing onto the board wasn't too important, anyway — just the instructions for brewing a mundane potion. Nonetheless, you copied everything from the board, like the model student you were.

It was only when the poking from your seat neighbour got too bad that you placed your pen down to confront him. To your right sat none other than Floyd Leech, the troublemaker himself. If you had known that he would cause such a ruckus every single lesson, you would have been more adamant about not having him as your lab partner. However, no one ever wanted to pair up with him. Thus, him moving seats was out of the question.

Floyd let out a little huff while he mindlessly continued to jab you in the side. "Pearlie, I'm bored..."

Your left eye twitched at the nickname. "Floyd, I told you to call me (Y/n)," you grumbled in frustration. "How did you even come up with that nickname for me?"

"Well, your smile is as expensive as a pearl," he said without any trace of hesitancy on his face. Instead, his lips were twisted into a smug grin that showed off his sharp teeth.

Your face grew warm, and you hated yourself for not being able to hide the way your lips twitched. Your flustered reaction was all he had wanted, and he thus hummed in satisfaction. Just as you thought he would leave you alone again, he let out a yawn and put his head on your shoulder. You tensed in discomfort, all the while trying to push him away. "Tsk, so what do you need? You've been poking my side ever since the lesson began," you grumbled under your breath. Even while you tried to glare at him the hardest you could, he continued smiling at you innocently.

"Just bored, as always."

"I should have seen that coming." Having reached a point of absolute exasperation, you finally suggested, "Well, do you wanna play tic-tac-toe?"

Floyd perked up at once. "What's that? Another one of your funny human games?"

You hummed while sneakily opening a new page in your notebook. He watched you with fascinated eyes as you grabbed your magical pen and began scribbling something. "I play it all the time when I'm bored in class. It's a good way to pass the time," you explained, a soft smile on your lips. "Here, I've drawn this grid. Then, whenever it's my turn, I place an x. When it's your turn, you place an o. The goal is to have a row of three first."

"Oh, yes! Let's do it." He looked like a child in a candy store, judging from the way his eyes beamed.

A series of chuckles escaped your lips at the sight. You had to admit: whenever he wasn't a little devil, he was quite adorable. It was with child-like vigour that he urged you to begin the game — and so, you did. "Alright, I go first," you muttered and drew a circle in the middle. "Now you place your x."

The merman did as you had asked him to do. You followed with another circle of your own— And so, the game continued, until you had to realised that he had managed to get three in a row first.

"Hehe, I won! This was easy," Floyd cheered. "Again!"

It took you a few seconds to recover from your stupor. You had to admit that you were quite impressed with his ability to pick up on the game so quickly... and to beat you, as well. A little smile made its way to your lips as you teased, "You really seem to like the game, huh?"

He nodded happily. Before you could even congratulate him on his victory, he had already finished drawing a messy grid beneath the previous one. At the speed of light, he had already placed his x in the middle of the grid. You followed with drawing your own circle.

The game ended even quicker than the first round.

Floyd hummed in utter delight. "I won again! For the second time already!"

"Dammit!" you yelled out, only to clasp your hands over your mouth immediately afterwards. However, it had been too late already— the professor had already turned his head to you, and he was now making his way towards you.

You sat there as still as an unmoving rock. As if paralysed, you anxiously watched Crewel pick up your notebook and give the grids of tic-tac-toe a disapproving glare. A disgruntled sigh escaped his lips. "Leech, (L/n)... What is this?" he barked angrily after having slammed the notebook back onto the table.

"Uh—" you stuttered out while your seat neighbour continued to chuckle to himself.

The lack of an answer seemed to anger the professor even more. "Not paying attention to my lesson, are you? I loathe misbehaved puppies..." he grumbled under his breath and narrowed his eyes at your shaking form. "If you catch my attention again today, I'll guarantee that you'll spend your afternoon in detention. Am I clear?"

"Sure, Beakfish," Floyd replied casually, which earned him a glare from the teacher.

Before your situation could become any worse, you stepped between them and cried out, "H-He meant to say 'Yessir!'"

That seemed to have calmed Crewel down. "Good. Now get to brewing the potion," he said before whirling around and disappearing to his desk again.

Once you were left to your own devices again, you managed to let out the breath you had been holding in. The angry thoughts you were holding back vanished at once when you turned to the Octavinelle student to confront him. The insults in your mouth evaporated into thin air when you spotted him dangling some random ingredient over the kettle.

"Hey, Pearlie..." he cooed and tilted his head to the side. "What do you think will happen if I throw this shell into the kettle?"

A sheepish frown appearing on your face, you rushed to his side and carefully pried the shell out of his hands. The panic and adrenaline in your veins subsided once you had placed the unneeded ingredient out of his reach. "We shouldn't put it into the kettle... It's not on the ingredient list," you muttered gently, as if you were talking to a young child. Instead, you reached for a vial filled with white powder and popped the lid off. "How about we add some of this vine sugar? How much do we need?"

Floyd narrowed his eyes at the board in the front, where the recipe had been written down. "Uh... the recipe says three teaspoons," he said absent-mindedly.

"Thanks, Floyd." You hummed in satisfaction and relief at his cooperation. Without wasting any time, you grabbed a teaspoon and began shovelling the sugar into the swirling kettle.

Just as you had dumped the third and final teaspoon into the potion mixture, a sheepish gasp escaped Floyd's lips. "Oops— it's actually one third of a teaspoon!" he cried out, his anguish clearly ingenuine.

Out of shock, you dropped the teaspoon at once.

"You two, Leech and (L/n)! Being mischievous again, aren't you?" Crewel bellowed when he rushed over to your table to stop the disgustingly green liquid inside the kettle from overflowing even more. The colour was way off from the purple it was supposed to be. Even worse, half of the liquid now sploshed around on the floor. The professor looked like he was about to explode, and you shrank back in fear. "Now you get to stay late after class... Oh, and don't you think I forgot about the detention I threatened you with earlier."

"Sir, please—" you cried out, at the end of your wits. "It was an accident!"

"It wasn't, actually. I did it on purpose," Floyd interjected while laughing his soul out at the messy sight.

"Detention. No 'buts'. Have I made myself clear?"

Floyd happily threw his arms into the air. "Yay!"

"Yes..." you muttered dejectedly, too ashamed to properly face the professor.

Crewel hummed before sauntering away again.

A low growl escaped your lips, and your hands were clenched into tight fists when you dared to face your lab partner again. "Why did you do this, Floyd? Now we have to clean up this mess and go to detention later!" you hissed at him in frustration. "I already had some plans to study later—"

He, however, wrapped his arms around you and began jumping up and down, as if he wanted to celebrate something. "Oh, you gotta stop being so uptight! Detention can be fun, if it's with the right people," he explained cheerily. "Now we get to spend more time together, Pearlie! I love hanging out with you, but you never have time for me. Finally, I get to spend some time with you! I'm so looking forward to detention, now."

Too tired to protest against his ministrations, you let out a soft sigh and closed your eyes. Yet, as he continued to shake you up and down, realisation slowly dawned upon you. A knowing smile appeared on your lips. "Is that why you got us detention? Because you wanted to spend more time with me?"

A mischievous chuckle escaped the merman's lips. "Perhaps~"

[madfantasy]

Dear blogging

Wish you peace, always. Considering all, it been extra rough. My guardians were sick, and my fragile of a stability was about to break— but it okay now, and the pendulum of consciousness returned swaying in my head.

Somehow in the middle of everything, I was starting to feel okay and accept that this is the best it can get for this non verbal Mani. I honestly I stopped living as if there was tomorrow maybe the majority of 2023, zero drive or hopefulness, and lately started to accept that there's no denying that I'm not made to survive this life, and dropped all pretence that I'm able, set a 5 years counter. Because if mere looking at people's faces distress me so much that I blank out &/or go mute, since childhood, no amount of me forcing myself to watch videos/ pictures over and over can fix that. That's simply how I'm made and I know that now, and in a way it's bringing me peace.

Because I thought I'm bratting when I wore my headphones to cancel out noise that were literally going to drive me insane, or when I couldn't respond to messages knowing that I can articulate deeply in writing but ignoring all the endless times when I simply couldn't, and have forced myself to eat many things that set me days in nausea and abdominal pain while I only enjoy liquids more and get high off of fruits, I love them so much half my OCs are named after some.. and drew.. drew even before I spoke because it was my only outlit to express because how much I'm told I'm like a robot, I'm so expressionless and non reactive and disgustingly literal, even when they actively beat me black Nd blue to stop drawing, I couldn't.. where do you free those emotions when U can, i needed emotion displays and heartfelt trimmers, thrilling or killing, I needed to do them as if my life depended on it, and I haven't realised it back then, but my life was dependent on them, even when I had 'no talent ' , as I have always been told.

(commissioned by precious Julia ♥️🖤)

And besides drawing my needs, I actually, physically, started to feel better when I didn't do what my body said it literally can't do, all my life:

-Walked away from my guardians arguments, my chest stabbing pains became less frequent.

Stopped "practicing" my voice &/or facial expressions, I talk for 2 minutes, immediately my whole face muscles hurt, voice is cracking and gone, I don't feel like my eyebrows hurt as much. I'm okay being the monotone no expresso train c:

-stopped eating what I "don't like" (I mean it's not like I have much choice, but stopped feeling guilty over refusing it cuz food be tight) Nd now I can actually drink more water, and my tummy aches are on lower levels now

-i stopped dealing with Discord, or group chats in general cuz I don't expect accommodation over things I can't deal with. Stopped stressing over doing engaging material that no body seems to care about, cuz I'm not a good judge of demand, or stressing over either I should be thanking everyone who spams me with likes or not, (while I appreciate it to the moon) 90% of the time they don't respond Nd Im forced to think like I've done something wrong. I'm now at more ease with posting — (literally I have to fight the urges to delete my socials daily) just with interacting with who addresses me (I lov U guys sm) and I've been more relaxed from it.

I returned to "speaking in riddles" cuz if I don't use the words my brain spews no matter how weird they R, a tire will pop somewhere on the other side of an AU- idk lo'

-i rock, hum and laugh OUT my maniacal laugh, hard and strong, continued loving and talking to my plushies as I used to do, the easiest thing I could do to feel calmer again. As everyone should do

.. I stopped saying the word sorry. It's a naughty Mani era.

Accepting these facts and many, even with having no will to live had me saner than I ever been, at least I hope so.

I just know that I have a few to be grateful of: that I'm still here somehow, even with my dwindling income, Nd my internet not worth costing 120$± I'm always grateful for the sudden one or two commissions that keeps me here and buys me coffee and pumpkins seeds..

I still struggle horrindously with sleep. But I'm grateful at least I'm at pure ease playing games. Games been my go to media for knowing basically all based on books they were made about, like Severus and Tintin, I still play their ps1 games! Tho I got stuck on this game & their sleep has given me so much ease lo

I'm at my happy place rn, heh.

Bonus panel: ye they R hungry for that SHI- lo 🙈

And an honorary appearance of my OC with Tintin hehe

Stay safe, don't feed the overconsumption machine, don't give up on your heartstrings's stringers, don't worry— there are people who think and feel like you always between the crowds, and I'm thankful that I share the same timeline with you♥️🖤

Sweet dreams 🌃 19.2.2024

[stinger-shot]

Yey! Silly vent because I feel like shit!

Read under the cut if you want the juicy ass details

So basically, I gotta let this shit out.. its fucking me up a bit rn.

I met this dude around the start of 2021 on tiktok AND HE WAS SO TALENTED AND FUNNY but he always said he wasn't. Anyway time skip a lil..

We started getting into a few arguments near the middle of 2022. And they where just small disagreements then they gradually got worse and worse every time it happend. And it especially got bad when I made another friend on tiktok who loved doing art related things and drew my old persona back then.

And HE WAS NOT HAVING IT and he said quite alot of bad things to me. Did I stay friends with him? Yes I did. Did I also block the nice guy just trying to be my friend? Yes. I blocked them out of fear of loosing my best friend.

And near the end of 2022 we started dating because things had gotten a better.

Oh how I was so wrong. Everything just went downhill when he left high-school. He always needed attention. He got mad at me because I couldn't set an alarm BECAUSE he was up at 10am and I was up near 1pm. So I forced myself to do so mutch bullshit for him. Like draw him art as an apology and it drained me do badly I could hardly do my own personal art.

I didn't even have personal art at this point. Every time I fixated on something it was what he was fixating on because he'd get mad at me and argue with me if I wasn't.

But everything was calm when it was around April in 2023 and we where finally getting along like an actul couple because of a game called final fantasy. We where obsessed with it for months! And then around June or July I re discovered transformers.

I have never felt as happy in a fandom since 2019! Like holy shit the fandom is so sweet.

But I kept it a secret from him he still doesn't know. Then at some point I made this tumblr to get my stupid little urges out and now look at where I'm at. I haven't been this happy in a LONG while.

And just st the start of 2024 my ex got into an argument with one of his friends and I offered to talk to them. so he agreed and I spoke to them.

Im so fucking glad I did.

Because without their help I'd still be fucking miserable. They gave me the confidence to dump that bitches ass and I honestly feel like a weight has been taken off. Because it honestly felt like a chore every day of my life just talking to him.

And my other friend on discord had helped me out to. Including you silly fuckers on discord/tumblr. If your even reading this... if you are why are you still reading this?

But anyway. I just needed this off my chest. Because it does hurt a little spite how good i feel but I just have an off feeling. I haven't put down everything that happend while I was with my ex and some things might be in the wrong order or time but at least I'm forgetting it?

Just. I love the transformers fandom so mutch mutch really helped me pull through...

Fuck I'm ranting. Uh. Bye!

Also a big thank you to Avery and rex for helping me feel better (rex I've only known you for a little bit but jesus christ I fucking laugh my ass off because of you) jesus I'm sappy as fuck. (and avery your so fucking cool. You helped me alot.) And belyyvolks (I've had alot of fun messing around about ironhide XD) I'm not tagging because I don't want alot of attention on this post.

[t3mpest98]

Last Line Challenge

Rules: Post your last written/drawn line and tag as many people as you want.

Tagged by @varpusvaras <333

You see, i meant to do this the second i had stable enough internet to consider posting, but then i forgot so apologies for the delay xD

Since i took a min, have both!! The below is a part of a modern au one shot I’ve been working on and off on the past few days (it’s also the rough draft so it isn’t the best rn akkdkd)

“Is that a record player?” Riyo asked from behind him as he positioned it on the coffee table. He wanted to believe he didn’t just imagine the slight excitement in her voice.

“Ya, I’ve had it for a while now,” Thire replied, standing back up to his full height once he was done setting it up. His own excitement was getting harder to contain, the restless urge to get one of his records, to watch it spin as the melodic sound of whatever track he had chosen filled the air, was growing by the second. “Do you have any preference on music?”

Riyo hummed in thought before shaking her head. “As long as it’s not something heavy metal then I think I’ll be just fine. Besides, it’s your record player, and it would probably take me ages to actually decide on a song.”

The last line i drew on the other hand was this! (Arrow pointing at it)

Jon as a dragon!

NPTs: @mire-draws-things @kimiheartblade @sun-roach @techs-stitches @wyvernsrus @aza-trash-can

[io6nha]

˚˳⊹₊°⋆—̳͟͞͞ ୨୧ . . . 𖥻 her ❟ p. jongseong ?!

FOUR : stay, stay with me ( + written, 635 words )

your mother has been bombing your phone ever since you sneakily left the house with jay, wanting to escape everything while you still can. as of the moment, you really hated her guts. she was someone selfish, self-centered, even. and whenever you see her name, you are reminded with the way how she talked to you earlier— as if you were an inanimate object; something she could easily dispose as soon as she gets what she wants from you. as much as you wanted to hate both of your parent’s guts eternally, you just couldn’t. probably because at the end of the day, they were still your parents; the people who gave you life. jay could easily read the distaste on you face whenever you phone lights up, showing your mom’s non-ending threats. she has also been calling you so much. this resulted to you turning on your phone’s airplane mode just to receive peace and appreciate the place where jay took you.

“y/n?” jay called, noticing how your face had a softer expression as you were drawing in the sand, which contrasts how it was earlier. the way your phone has been ringing non-stop really frustrated you. “yeah?” you look at his direction, still holding onto the twig you’re using to draw doodles on the sand. “have you ever thought of moving out?” he asks, leaning back. “i have. but i know it would just be useless; my parents will get me tracked down and the cycle of them controlling my life starts again.” you reply, back onto drawing doodles a bit harsher that before, as you were reminded of how bad your parents were. “let’s say i’ll help you. what do you think?” jay offered. your situation right now was really reminding him of his younger days which explains him feeling the need to help you in every possible way ever. “jay, i don’t want to be a bother. i’ve already disturbed your rest day today, and—” you blabbered, not used onto being offered help by people other than your friends. “we’ve talked about this already, remember? you’re in no way bothering me. and when it comes to you? whatever it may be, you will never be considered as a bother in my life. i’m always here for you, okay?” jay reassured you, combing his hands through your hair. because he sees his younger self in you, he really had the urge to protect you from everything. you then ponder, thinking about his offer. you really did want to get out of your situation, but thinking about the consequences made you shiver. you didn’t want to get jay in trouble.

jay notices a mannerism you had; pouting whenever you’re focused on think of something serious. he lightly squished your cheeks, making the two of you laugh. “you’re pouting, is there something on your mind?” you were shocked on how fast he could pick up details about you. “well,” you trailed off, looking anywhere but his eyes. “well…?” he copied, waiting for you to complete your sentence. “i was wondering if it would be fine with you if i stay at your place for a few days.” you shyly asked, hoping that your request wasn’t too much as you drew doodles for the nth time, trying to ease the growing anxiousness on your chest. jay was happy to know that you trust him enough to ask this certain question, he was ecstatic with the information but he decides to suppress his smile. “i don’t mind. too be honest, it gets pretty lonely since i live alone. having you around would be really fun.” he responds, a smile growing on his face, with his face slowly heating up. “you’re blushing.” you tease him, your lips also curving onto a smile as you pinch his cheeks.

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[ronaldofandom]

Wish I could be like you

My first rambheem fic - a short drabble.

No warnings. This is mostly Bheem soothing & comforting Ram :)

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Ram was constantly amazed by Akhtar’s ability to find joy in little things. He was incapable of being sad for more than 5 mins. And it was impossible to remain sad around him. To see the unbridled joy on his face while chasing after a goat or eating biryani was so refreshing. But it also wrecked him at times because no matter what, he wasn’t capable of being so carefree and immersing himself in this child-like joy, even when he was around Akhtar. This ate away at him, a little to begin with, but more and more now as he spent more time in Akhtar’s company.

One day, when they were star gazing on Akhtar’s rooftop, lying down on thin sheets in the pleasant summer night breeze, Ram couldn’t help himself from broaching this subject.

‘Akhtar, can I ask you something?’

‘Of course, Anna. What is it?

‘How do you manage to be so happy and cheerful all the time?’ Ram just blurted it out.

Akhtar turned towards him slowly, a small smile appearing on his face. ‘What do you mean?’

‘I…isn’t it obvious what I mean? I have hardly seen you not cheerful or happy or beaming. It’s your natural state. Even if you move away from that briefly, you resort to your default setting quickly. You always seem to find the positives in life, no matter what happens with you or around you. Not just that, you can even uplift the mood of those around you without any conscious effort; by just being you. How Akhtar, just how?’

Akhtar’s smile widened, and he looked fondly at Ram. ‘Anna, you give me far too much credit. I am not some bundle of joy.’

Ram stared at him for a good ten seconds, speechless, wondering how much he could share at that moment. If only he could say what Akhtar had done for him or why Ram was not capable of being like him.

‘I don’t know whether you are being modest or you are just downright silly.’ Ram stated, and Akhtar grinned widely.

‘Because you are very much a bundle of joy. To those who know you. To even strangers. And not just humans; I even see animals react to you fondly. From what I know, they only do that with truly pure and kind, and pleasant souls. You are that and a lot more.’ Akhtar slowly extended his hand towards Ram’s, silently urging him to go on. It was very rare for his Anna to express his feelings like this, and Akhtar wanted to hear every word.

‘Like that day when we traveled on your bike for hours to visit the puppet show you were so excited to watch. But we couldn’t enter since we reached late and the tickets were sold out. You pouted for a total of 5 seconds, then proceeded to enjoy the fair outside. You found a silver lining even then. Had it been me in your place, I would have sulked for hours and would have ruined our trip back. But not you. You bounced back immediately. It’s so amazing.’ Ram kept rambling. His conscious brain hadn’t realized how Akhtar was gently caressing his hand, but his subconscious self was silently drawing comfort and assurance from the gesture.

‘Look at the effect you have on others. Take me, for example. Believe me, when I say this - all this is not my natural behavior Akhtar. I don’t go on casual strolls or treks. I don’t do star gazing. I don’t visit the markets and fairs for fun. I don’t eat five times a day just coz I feel like it. I don’t chase after goats and squirrels and rabbits. I don’t go to others’ houses for lunches and dinners. What I am with you - sometimes I don’t recognize that person. Because I haven’t been that person for ages. Since forever. I have so many things to worry about, to think about, and to plan about. So many responsibilities. But it’s like my mind is bereft of all these thoughts and worries when you show up at my doorstep. How do you do this? I don’t understand how this is even possible.’ Ram drew in a huge breath, finally finishing his rant. It was only now that he looked down to see their entwined hands.

‘Hmmm, that was something.’ Akhtar continued to smile at him.

‘It’s very simple, Anna. I don’t really have a secret to my happiness. I just feel that life is actually very straightforward. We make it complicated by overthinking. There are some things in life you can control. And the rest are in the hands of the universe. What you can control, you should try your best there. Even if you don’t get the desired result, you will still be at peace if you know you have given your best shot. The other things, which you can’t control, what’s the point of worrying over them or sulking over them? Like that day at the puppet show, we reached before time, but other people had come even sooner. We couldn’t possibly anticipate that; it was just something that was not meant to be. So why get upset over it? Instead, we got to enjoy the fair, which we wouldn’t have gotten the time for had we attended the puppet show. And maybe the fair was more enjoyable than the show, so the universe guided us towards that.’ Akhtar went on, all the while gazing into Ram’s eyes. Ram was transfixed, holding on to every word.

‘Happiness is a choice, Anna. Being cheerful is a state of mind. Things will never go fully according to plan. There will always be things not going your way. But if those things are not in your control, then that’s how the universe intended them to be. It is god’s wish, and we should just accept it and deal with it. Of course, god only helps those who help themselves, so we should always have persistence, grit, and determination. But in most cases, we need to surrender to the will of the universe and accept our fate, even when it may feel that the universe is conspiring against us. Because god does have a plan for everyone. The more you resist, the more you stay in denial - the more sad, unfulfilled, and lonely you will feel. Acceptance is the first step towards happiness.’

Ram felt like he was in a therapy session. Each word was reaching straight to his heart and soul. Actually, no therapist could have done this for him. Only someone who is a beautiful human being (like his Akhtar) and who genuinely cared for him (like his Akhtar) could reach him like this.

‘Let’s take tonight as an example. You said you have a lot of responsibilities and worries. Well, guess what? I do too. But I know that right now, at this moment, there is nothing else that I can do to further my objectives. So I choose to enjoy the divinity of Mother Nature and soak in this beautiful night. Anna, remember you told me about the planets and solar systems and galaxies? And you said that all other planets are inhabitable, from what scientists have been able to discover so far. And even if there is a tiny bit of change in the atmospheric balance, Earth will collapse, and all mass will evaporate. Think about it - isn’t it something we should be immensely grateful for? That nature settled us on the only place where humans would survive and thrive. And not just that, it is maintaining a fine balance to keep us alive. We are all creations of nature and will dissolve in it. That, for me, is amazing. It is something I am always mindful of and thankful for. As should everyone. As should you, Anna.’

‘I know people have a lot of fears and insecurities. I am not for a moment saying that they are trivial and they shouldn’t bother us.  Some are worried about being alone for the rest of their lives. Some have financial limitations. Some have health issues. One should try his best to claw out of one’s miseries. Like a broken record, though, I will repeat that we need to make our peace with some of these things and not fight them. You can’t fight the universe or your destiny - some things are just not meant to be. Let go in those cases - it will give you an immense sense of peace, freedom, and empowerment. Accept your flaws, accept your circumstances, and work for your objectives but please stop to enjoy the little things in life. Don't be so hard on yourself. Don’t let life pass you by.’

Ram hadn’t realized when his eyes had welled up. He guessed it was when there was a mention of loneliness - that was his biggest fear - being alone for the rest of his life. And worse, losing a loved one again. Which is why he never let anyone close to his heart.

Akhtar had struck a chord so deep that Ram’s emotions had flooded out in tears. The moment Akhtar realized, he jumped up and sat beside Ram, slowly wiping his tears and caressing his cheeks. He could sense that Ram had suffered from great pain, something he wasn’t ready to talk about, so he didn’t probe him on that. He just wanted to be there for him, providing whatever little comfort he could. Silent tears kept escaping Ram for a bit, and Akhtar comforted him through it all. For a change, though, his tears were mixed with hope. Maybe all was not lost. Maybe whatever happened with him was some twisted plan of the universe, but with a silver lining at the end. Maybe he could love again. Maybe he could feel things again and even be at peace. Maybe he could have a happy ending after all…

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That was my first attempt at Rambheem - look forward to your thoughts, as always :)

I was feeling a bit down and started writing this with the idea of Bheem comforting Ram, and ended up drawing comfort from their conversation. My Bheem works magic in real life also!!!

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[dozen-arrows-in-my-chest]

For the mun from a curious anon: What got you into Minecraft askblogging of all fandoms? Is it an interest in a certain type of Mob? Inspired by a veteran mcaskblogger? For fun/curiosity? Or something else? Thank you!

Oh! That's a fun question! Buckle in peeps, this will be a long one-

The whole story under the cut!

I've always been into Minecraft and the world from the very beginning. Since I watched my brother play it in the ole' alpha days. Of course, I snatched a cracked version for myself, as one does, just to mess around in and I simply fell in love with this silly barebones blocky game!

It was simply my favourite pastime after school. I spent so much time playing, building, crafting, experimenting with mods and watched so much content back then on YT- from animated stuff up to mock "found Herobrine" vids that are long lost by now. I was like 12 or 13 or something and it just so happen to stick with me and be a good chunk of my life.

I always drew stuff in school and my free time and eventually my usual wonky dragons and animals were replaced with mobs. Creepers and later Ghasts the most- they were my favourite. I also started RPing over on Ovipets and dA and tested the waters with creating characters of my own.

I am actually not sure what came first. Whether I made my first ever OC, Rainbow, before I discovered Tumblr or after the fact. What I do know- I've definitely scouted Tumblr by that time (2014/15) and was simply fascinated by the blogs that were active at the time. I do remember seeing older endermen blogs like Endy, Enderslime, Sammy and Guarana (from the top of my head) and more. I've rummaged through Tumblr for content so intensely, I've definitely seen almost every little niche of it. (though I barely remember most by now)

With the little but decent grasp of english I had back then, I started to draw Rainbow together with my (very basic) version of Herobrine and later enderman Ed was added to make it a trio. It was clearly my attempt at an "ask blog" though I started my first adventures with it on deviantART. These were practically my first experiences with answering "asks" as I sometimes replied to comments left on the images.

I RP'd, I made or aquired more characters, drew and generally just had fun with it. Later end of 2015/16 I made my first proper ask blog on Tumblr, called ask-the-minecrew. And then a bit later another blog joined in, ask-the-brine-bros. Both are long purged by now and neither took off in popularity. Not that it ever bothered me at all. I just had fun as it was ongoing and enjoyed drawing my characters do their thing. Of course I have a little personal archive in form of quick screenshots before the blogs got terminated. Have some of my personal favs.

My blogs were never really focused on mobs. They were along the ride, but never the main focus. Until I made a blog that survived to this day- @ask-enderhybrid-raashi !

This blog was indeed just an impulse decision. I drew a feathered enderman at an ungodly hour in the night and liked it enough, I just made an ask blog for her as my other two at that time collected dust.

I drew fun things, properly interacted with other blogs for probably the first time, and I still had no idea what I was doing. -wheeze- But I had fun and that was the most important part.

Again, with school, getting out of school, getting back in school, getting out school, finding a job and such as I aged and was forced to become an adult, my activity waned and I fell silent on Tumblr for a little while again. Though I was still very much lurking and occasionally drawing fanart of blogs that were still lingering around.

Then the recent (at least it feels recent still to me) shoutout that many major ask blogs and creators from that old prime time returned and were creating content again, I felt the urge to charge in again. With new fresh characters and a new shiny blog- I made @leafelt-valley out of impulse, with my first posts being roughly photographed traditional scribbles. I was testing myself out again and see how things go.

A little later @dozen-arrows-in-my-chest (this blog) appeared with the intention to be lore fodder for the little headcanon world/server I had. Just for fun banter and RPs. Of course both Lune and Sol grew as their own characters by now, both through interactions and silly RPs on the discord server. And while this- well, all my blogs- are just for random shenanigans at most, they suddenly have stories to tell.

I am too deep in, too invested to just quit and leave all this behind, even if the last blog in this little humble community dies out, I'd be willing to be the last one standing in case apocalypse strikes.

I improved a lot from my very beginning when I was still just a little wee child and I am simply so glad and happy that I never gave this little niche of the website up. I still enjoy creating, seeing and reading what people do with their blogs and I am happy to be part of this.

TLDR of all this: I wasn't inspired by a certain mob or a specific creator/blog. Instead I was intriqued by the community as a whole and wanted to test myself out with characters, stories, roleplay and simply drawing and having fun. I never planned ahead or had a goal, I just like this little niche of the internet. P:

[may8elle]

Rant time;

As a creative, I'm very happy to hear people like my stuff enough to like it, reblog it, or even ask for more. Keyword there being ASK.

So I recently went through a creative drought that lasted like 10 fucking months, almost an entire year. During that time I was getting used to a new job, lost my father, lost a dear friend, lost my dog AND had to deal with ALL of that while working on the road away from home. I didn't get to go to funerals. I didn't get to have that moment. And I've openly talked about this on my Tumblr and IG both.

So I finally, FINALLY got through all of that enough to do SOMETHING creative; I drew an OC of mine. I knew it wouldn't get a lot of love in comparison to other things I've done (she's my OC, it's not Fandom content, I haven't posted art in a while so fewer people are gonna be paying attention to my page, etc.), that's not my problem. It was just so relieving to feel and see and DO something creative like that again for the first time in MONTHS.

And then this is the comment I get on that piece.

And I know it's likely meant to be lighthearted, but coming off of a long stint away from drawing, writing, singing, etc. it sure as hell didn't feel like a "haha!" moment. I've been open about the fact that I've been going through some Shit™, I stated that its my first piece in a long while in the description, and yet... AND YET....

I have every intention to come back and finish Humanly Inhuman, don't get me wrong- I WANT to finish it, I do. But this comment makes me want to not even bother coming back to it.

I'm talking about how refreshing it is to finally feel that creative itch again and the only thing you can think to say or comment is to urge me to finish a fanfic that YOU'VE NEVER EVEN COMMENTED ON.

I don't EXPECT comments or likes or whatever, but when you're expecting me to bust my ass and put out these chapters for you, it feels very lopsided. I don't fish for comments, I don't need them, it's not THAT deep- you aren't required to give your time/comments like that. IN THAT SAME VEIN, I don't owe you anything either. I don't owe you my time, my effort, my drawing, my writing, etc. You don't pay for the fic therefore you aren't owed shit.

And again, I think they were trying to be lighthearted, but when I've been talking about how hard it's been to get out of this creative slump and I FINALLY manage SOMETHING and your first thought was "it's not what I wanted so I'M leaving a comment to make you see that it's not what IIIII wanted," it feels very very awful. It makes me feel like absolute dog shit and makes me want to crawl BACK into that creative slump.

Am I being overdramatic??

Like, I genuinely don't think I am because I've gotten better, more kind messages that AREN'T worded like that on the fic itself;

This is a beautiful example of someone asking without it coming off as dickish. And I don't expect EVERYONE to ask this way or even to be this kind about it, but there's just.... A bad taste. When it comes to commenting what they did right after I make it clear that it's been a while since I've been able to muster anything creative up.

I'm not insane, am I? Or am I just overreacting??

[sabrina-valerie]

[K-Side] Together Under the Autumn Leaves

S/I: Sabrina | F/O: Kamek | Established Relationship | WC: 790

For @lovekraft's October Selfship Collab

[L-Side]

It was a crisp fall day on a family vacation, and Sabrina was spending her time watching the kaleidoscope of colorful leaves sway in the wind. While she was grateful to be invited (and considered part of the family in the first place), she needed a break from the more…boisterous personalities of the bunch. Kamek had followed her onto the forest path, which she didn't mind; his company was always welcome. He was sitting next to her now, nursing a drink she didn't remember seeing him buy. He had forgone his usual blue-hued uniform for an earth-toned skirt and cardigan combo she truthfully could not stop staring at; it was obvious Kamek had picked up on it, too, with how he periodically glanced at her sidelong with a smug smirk and a pleased blush. He’d learned to do this on purpose, and she was too enamored to be cross with him about it.

Sabrina’s eyes drifted back to Kamek’s drink. “What’s this?” she asked, reaching out and tapping the styrofoam.

“...A latte.”

“What kind?”

“…” Kamek hunched guardedly over it.

Pouting at the non-answer, Sabrina leaned sideways so most of her weight was on him. He, of course, refused to acknowledge her continued needling, sipping his drink with a stoicness only betrayed by an amused crinkle to the corners of his eyes. Sabrina sighed in mock-defeat, pressing her face to the side of his neck; to that, Kamek stiffened with a choked gasp.

“That’s cold…!” He complained, pushing her away. 

Laughing, Sabrina took the presented opportunity to dart in for a kiss. As she pulled away, she licked her lips in thought. “...Pumpkin spice?” she ventured; the way Kamek sputtered told her the guess was spot on.

Kamek scowled, turning away to hide the dusting of red resting high on his cheeks. “I-if you can have your donuts then I can have this so…! I’d better not hear anything from you!”

“I wasn't gonna say anything!” Sabrina protested, wide-eyed but grinning. “You’re making me wish I'd brought some of those donuts out here to munch on, though.”

“There’s still plenty left you can eat when we get back.” The defensiveness bled from his shoulders as he settled back down. “Which reminds me, we need to shake down the bakers for the recipe before we go home.”

“…or we could ask nicely?”

“You already tried that, dear, and it didn't work.”

“I don’t think your way will work either…”

Kamek shrugged. “If it doesn't — though I'm sure it will — then I’m sure Lord Bowser would jump at the opportunity to threaten someone.”

…Well, as long as she wasn't caught in the crossfire…

Sabrina sat upright on the bench, and Kamek in turn nestled into her side. She dropped a kiss onto the small spot on his forehead that wasn't covered by his hat and went back to watching the warm-colored leaves twirl about. She idly considered how nice of a drawing this scene would make as Kamek finished his drink, vanishing the cup with a splash of magic. He was drawing his sweater tighter around himself, Sabrina noticed, and she pulled him closer. Despite the warmth of his drink, he was probably still cold; chillier temperatures have never done him any favors, she knew, since he was used to warmer climates.

It was a simple decision to unwrap her scarf and wrap it loosely around his neck. She put her hands on his when he tried to take it off. “No, keep it,” she insisted. “It's fine; I’ve been overheating a bit, anyway.”

That something he could believe — one of the few things that rivaled how warm she ran was her warmer disposition. But behind that warmth sat a firmness that told him trying to convince her to take the scarf back would be a waste of breath. So he didn't, and instead drew it up over his face. “...Thanks.”

The urge to kiss Kamek rose up once again, but if Sabrina followed through with that impulse then he’d have to come out from under her scarf, and they couldn't have that. She settled for nuzzling him instead. He chuckled softly, and her heart swelled. 

In the ensuing quiet, Sabrina watched darkening clouds chase their lighter siblings across the sky. “Do you think it’ll storm soon?” she asked, a touch hopeful. 

“Perhaps. I’d rather not be out here to find out, though.” Kamek hopped off the bench.

Sabrina rose as well, taking his hand and pressing it to her lips for a moment. “We should start heading back, then,” she agreed with a wink, and Kamek’s face went ablaze.

“You’re ridiculous,” he sighed fondly, taking her offered arm. 

With a grin, she pulled him closer.

They got moving down the path eventually.

[marxism-lelouchism]

four different people in my life in just as many days have picked up art again and it feels less like a coincidence and more like a sign for me to do the same especially since i've toyed with the idea of getting back into drawing for a while but like with any threat of positive personal development or creative expression in my life i've got a dozen different hangups and excuses and irrational rationalizations for why i haven't done so.

the foremost and most obvious reason being i know myself to be an insecure and jealous and competitive person and i don't want to make bad art, and of course putting aside ego and unlearning shame are prerequisites for making any kind of good art. this is something i've been learning through doing by writing again—except i think a written work's flaws are not as immediately and instantaneously obvious as a visually rendered one. i can get away with being bad for a few sentences before i'm found out by the reader, or i can even trick myself for a few thousand words into thinking my work is passable. i think this kind of deception of the viewer and of the self is far less viable with art.

i used to be more interested and less shy about wanting to improve at art when i was younger. i drew constantly over my school notes, i had a sketchbook, i took summer art classes, i asked my parents to buy me a tablet, i even shared some of the stuff i made with other people. and i do think that period of my life represents a time of positive personal growth and greater emotional honesty/vulnerability with myself and others—it's an kind of unabashed enthusiasm for the act of creation that i'm trying to recapture.

quitting all of that cold turkey is a decision that kind of mystifies even me. internalizing a tremendous amount of shame and abruptly stopping with all art sometime in high school is one of my bigger regrets (a regret i recognize i can rectify at any time by starting again, at any time). i think it became much easier over time to see other people making art and not feel anything, neither inspired nor even jealous, because i had stopped wanting anything at all.

recently i've been looking at some art and feeling that sense of "i could do that too", which i greet with very mixed emotions. positive, in the sense that it's urging me to pick up a pencil again when i haven't in a decade. negative, in the sense that i realize very quickly i can not, in fact, do that too.

something that's become apparent to me as i've been writing again and that makes me very wary about picking up art again is my emotional dependence on external validation. i need to be constantly reassured and praised which feels humiliatingly attention seeking. i despise the feeling of fishing for compliments and despise my reliance on them. i know any and every beginner needs positive reinforcement and encouragement, but i grimace at the thought of making shitty writing/art and people saying nice things just to spare my feelings. of course i know this isn't the intention and the people around me genuinely want to see me grow and nurture my passions but the inner critic and hater in me is quite the cynic.

whatever. i just need to learn to get over myself

[uncannyviolet]

To Art Stream or Not To Art Stream, and other musings??

Lately, I don't know why I have this urge in the back of my head where I would like to look into bringing back into art streaming. It had always been to be able to do that back in 2015 lol where you can take a break from what you're working on and talk/chat with others about art, the process of making art, share tips and tricks, and/or get some feedback when you're stuck on something. I kind of miss that aspect of art making that I had when i was attending art school...making art in a bubble is...tragically, lonesome.

Kind of want to go back into it...but I'm also hesitant. Not sure what it is, but it seems like wanting to art stream is kind of like a whole new thing since VTubers became a thing? Or there's a need for you to make it like some kind of entertainment and you have to become an entertainer to keep your audience engaged and invested lol Obviously, this is kind of trivial if you just want to stream how you want to stream...So, I began looking into it...and oh boy...My laptop was like "please don't, I'm old and on my last leg...don't speed up my death...!" XDDDD I must also add, things for streaming in the last few years have progressed like CRAZY! Not to mention their price tags being an awfully hefty one. Kind of both overwhleming and discouraging. Well, I'm still tethering and on the fence about it, so I guess I won't be doing anything until I make a concrete decision. So many things to consider.

BUT! As of late, with that thought in mind, I kept thinking about making a new OC (of sorts) who will be the avatar of this (potential) art stream thing lol And...it's been kind of fun! Also found out that there's a challenge for this month called "OC-tober", kind of nice that it's...indirectly?? related lol 

So I thought, why not write a blog post about it! So...here we are, me babbling about stuff. Have fun reading my...musings...?

I sketched this environment piece and asked some questions like "What kind of person/creature would live in a place like this?" Drew a blank until the thought of flying fish or a dragon came to mind. I always liked flying fish...and had also wanted to make a flying fish OC. And off I went with my usual kick~ "Tis time to make a yokai-flying-fish OC!"

Things are always easier said then done. I had zero ideas for a couple of days lol But on a good day, while I was watching some anime and looking at flying fish photos on google...the thought of "It would be really funny if this character's face looks like a fish's face." XDDDD So that got the ball rolling at least. Maybe more things will come if I doodle their face...And one thing led to another, we arrived got a concept (albeit at like 11PM before I should be heading off to bed...). A silly fellow without a single clue, but their face is both funny and cute. I really like the little "mochi" eyebrows and that 'w' shaped mouth lol If all else fails, I can have a cat or bunny OC XDDDD Always good to have a backup plan. ("First thing I learned from Batman" - Dick Grayson lol)

After finishing this doodle and sleeping on it, I gave it some more thought...and arrived here with ANOTHER 11PM drawings lol Wonder what other things will be coming out of this from my 11PM sessions...but at the moment, This clueless fellow is starting to take up some shape. Those mochi eyebrows are so cute lol I'm going to be having fun with these fish scales XDDDDD

Not too sure where this is going to take me, but it's kind of fun just...going with the flow. I'll have to see what happens haha Now that they have some shape, comes the next major hurdle...What to name this clueless fellow?? 

Until I get that figured out, take care~! Thanks for reading and making it this far! P.S. If you have name suggestions, do let me know lol Still drawing a blank with that to name this silly little guy.

[the-one-that-rarely-posts]

Yo! It's been a while since I've posted. By been a while, I mean it's been a whole year! Jk. Anyway. Here's some of my OC's that I worked on for about 7 hrs. I totally did not destroy my body to make this and I'm definitely not sobbing because i want to add more but can't because I still suck at drawing. I accept any and all criticism to improve on my drawing skills!

If you wanna know more 'bout them, click the read more! If not, I hope you at least inspected my drawing for a bit!

I am slightly ashamed to say this, but my OC came from MHA! I know, cringe. But I still enjoy the action that comes with it! Just not the rushed plot.. anyway. Buckle up 'cause it's a bit long!

The two people in the pic? They're twins, Daughter and Son of Vlad King himself! The twins are rumored to.. have something going on with their quirks. Mainly that it can hold other quirks, but it's just a rumor.

The first born, the one near the window, is named Aoi Sekijiro. The first born twin that has a blood quirk like Vlad, except it is more versatile! Allowing her to control her blood mid-air unlike Vlad who can only eject blood.. I assume at least. Aoi barely talks, opting to use her quirk to spell out what she wants to say! She aspires to become a writer due to her creativity, but because of public pressure and the urge to please her dad, she joins the the Hero Course at UA unwillingly. She has a huge identity crisis deep inside, and would often have panic attacks because of her unresolved problems.. It's not because of the pressure she's under being a hero's child, no! It's because of a strange feeling that she doesn't feel like her body is right. Anyway, she'd rather not talk about it this early in her life. Let's move onto the second born!

The second born, which is the one staring straight into your soul right now is named Kioshi Sekijiro. He has a cat quirk that allows him to transform into either a hybrid or a full on cat! How did he manage to get this quirk? Well, back then, his great×3 grandmother had an affair with a man who had a cat quirk, thus creating a line of cat quirks before it magically disappeared! The cat genes got passed down to Kioshi however, and now he holds the oddball quirk of the family tree. He's an affectionate person and would often use his cat form to comfort people with his purrs! Mostly his twin, as she is stressed out the most. He is loyal and had been one of the few, youngest researchers to research about blood for some.. risky to talk about reasons..

Anyway! Due to the.. ahem. Cat-like behavior of both twins, they form an adoration for animals and cats! They based the cases of their devices on cats and would leave random bowls of food outside to feed any passing strays. They also drew their blood and put it in separate viles, they then exchanged it with each other and now, they wear each other's vile on a necklace! Kioshi often lounges on the windowsill each morning, so they had placed a small pillow and blanket on the sill so he could be comfortable while he relaxes!

The twins have a red spot on the top of their hair that reflects light for some odd reason. People once mistook them for being part of the Todoroki family. Luckily though, because of the harrassment and rumors of Endeavor having an affair, Vlad and Endeavor publicly announced and proved that the twins are infact Vlad's children. They even had DNA test results ready incase some reporters decide to ask devious questions.

That's all for this OC showcase! Also, some context for the drawing;

I actually wanted to caption it with the snapchat caption. It was supposed to say; "this idiot studying stuff they don't and won't understand" but i had no snapchat so, yeah it looks goofy now without it.